Title:           The dragon's princess (feral/human, straight sex)
Author:          dzamie
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First Edit:      Tuesday 24th of November 2015 12:31:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 24th of November 2015 06:37:15 PM CDT

>a few weeks ago, the dragon snatched the princess
>it was terrifying at first, the large beast carrying her roughly to his foreboding cave
>treating her as hardly more than another jewel for his collection
>but...
>he seems to like his hoard in good condition
>and that now includes the princess
>it's a far cry from her life of royalty, of course
>but the woman is definitely comfortable
>the dragon's not terrible company, either
>long-lived, intelligent beast makes for decent conversation when he decides so.
>still, after spending a bit of time with him, the princess sees he's a young adult at best
>doesn't hurt that she can hear him "relieving tensions" from her spot in his hoard
>of course, the princess has needs too
>despite publicly pretending she doesn't, she's still a woman
>and she can't stop watching the dragon's head when he speaks, fixated on his tantalizingly dexterous forked tongue
>the princess considers offering to mutually "help" him
>admittedly, she's rather curious about what it looks like
>and what his tongue FEELS like...
>she glances at the shadows from the cave's entrance for the time
>the dragon ought to be starting soon
>she carefully climbs down the golden pile
>the exit seems clear, but of course, she knew firsthand that she wouldn't make it two steps without getting snared or falling in a pit
>so, off to visit her captor!
>and... help.
>the princess strides gracefully in to the dragon's personal area
>as expected, he's laid out on his back, his shaft poking out of his scales
>she stops for a moment just to take in the sight
>the monstrous member was half as long as she was tall, and thicker than her waist even halfway down
>its firm, pink flesh had a couple of relatively small ridges along the underside - it must be nice to be a dragoness
>it would quite literally be suicide to have that shoved into her through any orifice, though
>she calls out a greeting, and the dragon flails about for a second, surprised
>"what do you think you're doing away from my hoard? I did not give you-"
>"you seemed like you might want some help with... well, that."
>the princess gives him her practiced, crowd-pleasing smile
>after a small amount of internal debate, the dragon agrees
>"although, if you want something in return, like freedom, that's not happening."
>"nothing more than for you to return the favor!"
>the princess silently hopes that he'd realize it's a bad idea to rip her apart with his shaft
>the dragon nods, then shifts his legs to let the human climb up onto him
>the woman strips off what few clothes she's wearing - gowns and dresses just don't survive well amidst a dragon's hoard
>with her well-off breasts hanging plumply from her chest, and a wide pair of hips to match, she does her best to scale his scales
>after a bit of effort, she sprawls out across his warm belly
>it's much more comfortable than she'd like to admit
>and she soon has to stop herself unthinkingly grinding against him
>the princess stands up and walks over to the dragon's penis, jutting out a bit taller than her waist
>she tentatively reaches out, rubbing a hand along its length
>to her surprise, it's somewhat slimy, although she quickly reasons it's from the scale-slit it emerged from
>she continues to curiously stroke him, now with both hands
>his cock radiates heat, and a mental image flashes through the princess's mind
>on a cold day, nude, but with her arms and legs wrapped lovingly around the dragon's cock
>...erm
>not that she'll still be captured come winter
>she's pretty sure she still wants a knight in shining armor to rescue her
>the dragon shifts underneath her, panting slightly, and she realizes she's hugging his shaft
>her entire front is covered in the slippery, warm lubricant from his body, letting her slide easily up and down
>much to the young male's apparent pleasure
>on a whim, she gives a few firm rubs to the ridges along his shaft
>and, judging from his reaction, it worked
>slowly, steadily, she can feel him tensing up under him, eager for release
>"finish me soon, human, or I shan't return the pleasure."
>...less than romantic, but he gets his point across
>the princess rubs more against his cock's ridges, now very eager to please
>soon, she hears his tail tap a few times against the stone floor
>it's kind of cute, actually
>but she can't exactly take cover from what that signals
>she wraps her arms firmly around his shaft as an orgasm floods through the dragon's body
>the woman feels the shaft twitch with each shot
>she doesn't look up, and a hot, sticky mass slaps against her back
>eventually, the dragon catches his breath as the flow of seed stops
>she pulls herself off of his cock and looks around
>thick globs of the dragon's cum lay about the area
>quite a bit of it on the dragon
>and on her, of course
>the dragon's paw begins to glow softly, tracing runes in the air
>and then it's all gone
>useful.
>"you did well. Come to my head; I wish to taste a certain part of you."
>smiling, she obliges, walking, nude, up his chest
>the dragon tips his head down to level with her
>naked and in front of the mighty predator, the princess realizes how much she must trust him
>"you're perfectly safe, don't worry."
>he parts his jaws, giving her a clear view to the back of his throat
>and more importantly, the long, forked tongue down the middle of his mouth
>...reeeeaaally testing that trust now
>still, the dragon did promise
>and he's kept good care of her so far
>the girl takes a tentative step over his teeth, her foot squishing wetly against the warm flesh
>she takes another step, holding tight to his snout for support
>suddenly, his head tips back
>the princess holds tight to the dragon as her feet kick wildly towards the dark, deadly gullet
>something hot and wet weaves its way between her legs
>the dragon's tongue laps gently at her thighs, but refuses to go further
>she chances a glance down, trying to focus on the sides of his mouth
>carefully, she lifts one leg, then the other, as she braces herself against the corners of his mouth
>the princess relaxes her grip, letting her weight rest on the dragon's mouth
>it briefly occurs to her that none of this was taught when she was learning how to act a proper princess
>that train of thought is interrupted by the wyrm's tongue
>flicking its tip lightly against her pussy
>the princess quickly becomes very aware of how warm and comfortable the dragon's breath is
>the dragon had barely touched her yet
>but through her servicing him
>the heavenly feeling of his maw around her lower half
>and her tension from earlier
>she can already feel the familiar, wonderful pressure building up inside her
>and then another pressure, as the dragon's tongue becomes bolder
>a moan escapes the princess's mouth as the thick, meaty tongue slowly inserts itself into her
>the dragon gently flicks it around inside, lapping at her juices
>and with the princess's legs spread apart to keep her from falling, there's not much she can do about it
>not that she wants to change a thing
>she closes her eyes, hugging the dragon's snout as her pleasure builds further still
>the dragon continues to fill and surround her with his warmth
>at the mercy of the monstrous tongue, the princess makes up her mind, what little of it she has let
>she wants to stay with this dragon
>this wonderful beast and his wonderful mouth
>and it seems he might only want one thing as "payment"
>her building orgasm finally bursts, surrounding her in a mind-numbing, all-encompassing pleasure
>the last thing she consciously notices is her knees buckling as she starts to fall...
>
>the princess wakes up slowly, surrounded by a warm, humid darkness
>she rests on a soft, squishy thing
>suddenly, she remembers falling towards the dragon's throat
>fearing the worse, she bolts upright, only to slip and fall over, quite ungracefully
>the world shifts around her, and light soon floods in
>whatever she was lying on scoops her up and drops her in the light on top of warm scales
>blinking and shaking her head, she realizes the dragon had kept her in his jaws
>her, indisputably HIS human
>clearing the soaked hair from her eyes, she looks up at him
>"see? perfectly safe."
 
EPILOGUE
>it was a strange sight
>a knight in shining armor, a princess, and a dragon
>sitting peacefully around a table
>there were scones, too - she insisted on them
>k "Remind me again why NEITHER of you wants me to rescue her?"
>p "For starters, I fully accept that I'm part of Reskal's hoard."
>k "Reskal?"
>d "That'd be my name."
>k "Look, even if - and this is a big 'if' - I assumed he didn't brainwash you-"
>d "Tonguebaths aren't very effective at brainwashing, so probably not."
>k "Quiet, beast. Even if that, I doubt His Majesty, your father, would stand for your continued absence."
>d "He's going to have to. She's a political liability for him... well, after what I've done with her."
>k "And what would that be, you devil?!"
>d "Gave her two excellent reasons to never choose a human mate."
>p "Boys, no fighting."
>k "DEFILER!!"
>d "Precisely. Should I return her, she'd either spend her life loveless-"
>k "Surely you don't believe you've scared her off a proper husband-!"
>d "...or opinion of her will plummet should our activities ever come to light. A princess succumbing to the advances of a dragon won't exactly be popular."
>p "A dragon succumbing to the advances of a princess, you mean."
>d "No, you succumbed, then broke the word in two and did both of those as well."
>the knight took a moment to think about that sentence
>the knight lunged for his sword
>the dragon rose into a crouch and snarled
>the princess threw a scone at each of them (the dragon ate his)
>it was going to be a long night...