Arcturus is owned by Arcturus-Callahan
Commissioned by: Arcturus-Callahan
Written by: Mana Araxis
8/21/14

Arcturas's Misadventures 6- The Dragon's Lair



All was quiet and uneventful as Arcturas ascended the mountain, scaling the rocky and winding path. His surroundings became an eerie twilight as dusk befell the land. Arcturas periodically shook off any anxiety he had about this venture. Recalling back his encounters with the Displacer Beast, the Gnoll marauder, the Ahuizotl to the Naga and more recently, the Bulette. They all didn't exactly end fortuitously. The sergal became weary from his trek, but the dragon's lair entrance was soon in his sights. Despite the dim light, the warlock was able to spot an opening in the mountain's wall; large enough for a monstrous beast to fit through.

"Well...here I am. If I can claim this treasure, then my adventuring days can finally be over." sighed Arcturas to himself hopefully.  Gripping his sword staff in hand, Arcturas approached the entrance and slowly entered. "Hmmm... I could use some light here." said Arcturas once more, remembering a ring he found a while back. Fishing in a knapsack with a free hand, Arcturas withdrew a small, blue ring. Thinking to himself that this would be a good time to use it, he slipped it on his ring finger. A magical, blue aura light radiated from the ring, breaking the darkness around him.  As the aura from the ring expanded, Arcturas could not believe what he saw before him, his eyes widened with excitement.

"T-this! THIS is worth all the effort!" cried Arcturas to himself. Mounds of gold, gems and various trinkets covered the dragon's cavernous lair. All he needed to do was slay the dragon and claim the treasures for his own. The musty smell of the air permeated the sergal's senses. A mixture of the dragon's stench and the metallic smell from the treasure trove. "Well, it's time to get to business. Hopefully this will be my final battle and I can retire with riches." said Arcturas to himself once more, gathering up his courage. Withdrawing his sword staff, he prepared himself for the attack from the dragon, however the great reptilian beast was nowhere to be found.

"Now where could you possibly..." Arcturas's whispers were quickly cut off as he heard the noticeable growl of the dragon. Beating its wings, the monstrous beast flew over from the back of the cave. It's yellow eyes tracking the smaller sergal. It's scales were a dull green, it's underside equally a dulled yellow. The ridge backed dragon circled around several times, always keeping the warlock in his sights.

"Shit... this is going to be harder than I thought..." thought Arcturas to himself, gripping his sword even harder. He shook off his nervousness and steeled up what courage he had. Once he succeeded then no more misadventures would he have to undertake. This was going to be his final battle.

"Grrrawwr! Get out of my lair sergal!" boomed the dragon, still ever furious by the invader.

"No way! This treasure will be mine and I won't let a dragon like you stop me!" retorted Arcturas. Immediately following, Arcturas arced his legs and planted his feet on the ground. Taking his sword, the warlock quickly turned his sword upside down, driving the blade into the cave's dirt floor. Arctura's eyes soon began glowing a deep red, a purple translucent aura emanated from where he stood. 

"Grrrr!" growled the dragon, his maw held agape. Balls of fire shot out of the reptile's jaw, barely missing the Sergal. The ground shook, mounds of treasure launched into the air from the explosive force of the beast's fiery attack.  Only slightly singed, Arcturas raised both of his hand claws outwards towards the dragon in flight. The warlock began to glow even more, energy whipped into the air from the palm of his hands.

"Hah! Hah, hah...HAH!" yelled out Arcturas. Numerous, translucent purple bolts shot forth from his outstretched palms. The darted through the air like homing missles, branching out like lightning. The sergal mustered all his energy and faith, focusing the most powerful incantation of his Eldritch Bolt spell. Several bolts made their marks on the dragon in flight, exploding and dissipating in purplish smoke.  Arcturas stared, hoping that his attacks defeated the fearsome beast. His hopes were quickly broken when he heard the reptile growl wildly and flew into him, appearing like a bat out of hell.

"You! You, will suffer!" threatened the dragon as he knocked Arcturas onto a flat, stone outcropping behind him.

"L-let me go right now!" shouted Arcturas, already aware that it was going to be no use. "Guh!" grunted the Sergal, the dragon stood up on his hind legs and pinned him down with his left hand claw.

"Now...what would be a fitting punishment, hmm?" questioned the reptilian half amused. Arcturas laid on his back, unable to move. Staring back into the bast's yellow eyes, he had hoped he would get out of this predicament like his other encounters. Oh, but was Arcturas wrong. Dead wrong.  "Let's get rid of these...annoying clothing; they will only get in the way." continued the dragon. With his great strength and accuracy, the dragon swooped down with his right hand claw, gripping and tearing off the sergal's leather and armor plating, leaving the warlock practically nude.  Arcturas was able to look up slightly and noticed the dragon's nether regions. The reptilian had a considerable erection, flesh pink in color, it pulsated and was dripping precum onto the cavern floor.

"N-no. There's no way that's gonna fit!" stammered Arcturas, his heart racing even faster. The dragon's member was roughly half Arcturas' height, it's girth considerably thick.

"Heh, I'm not worried." chuckled the dragon in a snarky manner with a sinister grin.  The dragon quickly lumbered over Arcturas, the tip of his pulsating cock probing at the sergal's entrance. 

"Guh! Unnng!" grunted Arcturas in pain. He felt the dragon's extremely large member pressing, tearing and stretching his tail hole. He felt as if he was being torn apart, sharp pains shot through his nerves. The offending dragon pushed harder and harder, until the sergal's anus tightly gripped the beast's shaft. Blood began to seep out of Arctura's anus, coating the dragon's monstrous shaft. The warlock laid there, biting back the intense pain. The reptilian beast growled, the stench of his breath permeating the air as he continued to shove his lenth deeper into Arcturas. More blood seeped out as Arcturas felt the dragon's shaft press against all his inner walls. Sharper and more stinging pain erupted within the sergal as he felt his inner organs slowly being torn inside. The dragon slowly withdrew his crimson coated member, plunging once more into Arcturas. 

"Hah!" gasped Arcturas sharply, his eyes beginning to glaze over, the pain too immense.  The large beast continued to pump into Arcturas ever faster, the sergal's own blood serving as a lubricant for the dragon. The reptile pumped inside Arcturas faster, the sergal's body shaking violently from the dragon's actions.  The dragon, lost in lust became careless in his actions, impaling his member deeper into Arcturas, the bulge of his shaft becoming apparent under Arcturas's belly. It was too late for Arcturas, far too late. The sinister wyrm continued his onslaught, withdrawing his member and repeatedly thrusting deep into the near unconscious warlock. More and more blood spilled forth from his destroyed entrance.

"Grrrraawr!" howled the dragon. With a final thrust deep inside Arcturas, he deposited his seed inside the sergal.  Releasing his grip on Arcturas, the dragon stumbled back, withdrawing his blood coated member.  The wyrm's member quickly became flaccid, hanging downwards as white, sticky semen mixed with the pool of blood on the ground below. 

"Looks like I've had enough playing with you. I've grown quite the appetite." chuckled the dragon.  Arcturas' vision became blurry, his awareness becoming less cohesive and his final visions were the great dragon's maw closing in on him. The beast's maw dripped with saliva, hungry for fresh meat. His tongue stretched out and gripped Arcturas like a hand pulling him inside the dragon's jaws. Once inside, it was almost humid, a mixture of heat and moisture. Arcturas who was near death at this point awaited his fate. As he was slowly swallowed down the wyrm's throat and into it's bowels for his final demise, Arcturas recalled his previous misadventures; everything from the Displacer Beast and the empty treasure chest to underestimating the gnoll marauder. Of course those were nothing compared to his ventures at the lake and naga caves. He was slow close, but now he had to confront his destiny. With a splash, Arcturas slid and fell into the dragon's stomach, bile and acid around the fleshy walls around him. He was too weak at this point to resist. His body began to seeth and burn as the acid ate at the skin. The lack of oxygen quickly suffocated Arcturas as he was further digested, his body beginning to break down. Moments passed and all that was left were the bones of the once sergal warlock.

The great dragon, both his sexual and voracious appetites now sated, slowly crawled back to the rear of the cave to rest. Hopefully with no interruptions from any other intruders.  And so comes to the grim end of Arcturas' misadventures. Arcturas was quickly forgotten from people of the region. Mostly known as a cocky traveler who did not stay around for very long. Eventually more capable adventurers followed Arcturas same path, hearing rumors of a dragon's cave. Eventually the dragon was slain, it's treasure claimed by the dragon slayers. An armored knight scouted around at the wyrm's loot until something caught his eye. Kneeling down in the cave, he noticed a weapon he did not recognize; a sword, but also a staff at the same time. Grunting in satisfaction and intrigue, the knight strapped the sword staff to his back wondering who it used to belong to. The party of adventurers carried back what they could and slowly exited the former dragon's lair, prepared to report back to the village's elder of the dragon's defeat.

THE END