It was a bright and beautiful morning, the dew lay undisturbed on the tall green grass, though not all was well in the small village surrounding the castle. The king wept, and his servants screamed out through the town "Princess Elizabeth is missing, the castle is in ruins! She's been taken! Dragon, dragon!"
  The crier's voice carried true to young knight Nathaniel's ears. He was eager to prove himself to the king, as he'd gone unnoticed by most anyone and his devotion was sometimes questioned. The small tasks he took on afforded him a modest home, though he'd not wed and an unwed man living alone was often met with unusual glances. His armor was imperfect, grimy, but he'd had an advantage other knights had not. A blade, passed through generations of family down to him, forged for the purpose of killing dragons.
  Nathaniel pulled on and tightened his armor plates, and checked the greenish sheen of the heirloom blade. Forged in dragon's blood it'd be one of few things that could actually harm the beast, granted his meager armor and small shield could get him close enough. The knight had heard tell of where the dragon's keep lie and had to announce his departure as it'd otherwise go unnoticed. The village people sent him, with much fanfare, out that night with a belly full of warm food and hearty ale. The women made promises of warm beds and the fulfillment of other carnal desires that, whilst making him nervous, also made him think he should condemn himself to almost sure demise more often.
  The long and treacherous trip may have been exaggerated by the scholars who would travel to map the castle's surroundings as it had been no longer than a few hours on horse back to find the cavern that had a single 'Beware Dragon' sign hammered into the ground in front of it. As he neared the mouth of the cave Nathaniel grew somewhat less courageous, perhaps the ale had already worked it's way through his stomach, or perhaps he'd simply remembered the horrifying tales of dragons killing young knights like him.
  As the suddenly less brave knight turned to flee the daunting task ahead a voice burst from the cave, striking him like lightning. "Human. Running will serve you no purpose. I have your scent." Nathaniel spun and stood shaking as he stared to the source, now emerging from the cavern. A large, scaled beast whose mere steps caused the trees to shake and the earth to tremble. "You shall certainly face your doom, if you fight I cannot promise it will end quickly." The dragon could practically see the knight's thoughts, die painfully or full of cowardice? Then Nathaniel raised his shield and charged towards the dragon. The beast chuckled and let loose a stream of fire, adequately blocked by Nathaniel's small guard. When the knight came close enough the beast batted him away, his armor crashing against the ground as he lost his breath.
  "You're going to have to do better than that, pet!" The dragon laughed. Nathaniel became enraged and charged, foolhardy, once more. As the dragon readied his claw to strike again Nathaniel threw his shield at the dragon and struck him in the nose, causing him to flinch, and the knight sunk his blade into the dragon's chest. "From where did you receive such an accursed object?!?" The beast snarled and threw the knight far into the dense forest. Then the dragon pulled out the rare blade and snapped it with a single twisted claw. The dragon took to the sky, scouring the deep green sea of leaves for Nathaniel. Upon finding him the beast swooped down to the young knight, he was badly bruised and could barely move. The dragon pulled him up by his chest plate and smiled a toothy grin at the mouth watering morsel he held. "Any last words?" Nathaniel retrieved a dagger and jammed it into the dragon's wound. "So much fight, for a young one."
  The dragon flicked away the knight's last defense and ran his long tongue up Nathaniel's face and savored the taste of fear. The beast pulled off the knight's armor, one metal plate at a time, the leather straps stretching then snapping like sinews. "When you set out to enter my caverns, did you ever consider I may penetrate yours?" The dragon's voice a deep, sensual coo.
  "..." Nathaniel opened his mouth to speak, but could find no words as the dragon's pointed claw tore open his shirt. A trail of deep red scratched into the knight's chest. The beast licked up the blood.
  "I'm going to taste every inch of you..."
  The young knight struggled pitifully as the dragon held him aloft, the dragon's rough tongue slipping down his stomach and into his drab trousers. The beast tasting Nathaniel's salty sweat on his legs and thighs. Nathaniel stopped flailing as the forked tongue lapped at his rapidly hardening cock and let out a barely stifled moan. At this the dragon let the knight down, gently, into the grass. "Has no one other than yourself touched you there, human?" The knight's face turned red as he shook his head. "It'd be a shame to send you to the grave a virgin..." The dragon's nostrils covered Nathaniel in hot air as he pulled of his pants with his massive teeth. The knight did not fight the dragon as his erection was taken into its powerful maw. The dragon nursed precum from the young knight and licked every bit of the comparatively diminutive cock. The beast's own erection now hung low between his back legs, an idle claw scritching at the human's chest. Nathaniel felt the dragon grab him by the wrists, pinning him, and realized his eyes had been clenched shut. He looked up and saw the beast was lowering his pink erection onto his own. The dragon's dick dribbled clear precum, lubricating Nathaniel's skin as the beast grinded against him. "I'm going to fill you, human. Do you think you can take me?"
  The knight could only offer an unsure look, but the dragon couldn't help himself. His clawed scaly hand lifted up the knight and began to force Nathaniel down, onto his large cock. It had felt like a hole was being punched through the knight's entire being and so he screamed, then forced himself quite by biting down on his hand. "You're so tight, human." The dragon squeezed Nathaniel's arms. "I'm surprised you haven't lost consciousness." The beast started slow as he lifted the human, and pumped into him while bringing him down.
  The knight had never felt so full and strangely right. The dragon's cock filled him with heat that radiated throughout his body. The dragon pulled Nathaniel towards his cool, scaled chest as he began to fuck him harder. The knight put his arms around the dragon, or rather did his best to do so, as he was filled again, and again, moans escaping him from somewhere deep inside. Nathaniel yelped as his balls clenched, cum shooting against the dragon's stomach and dripped between the large scales. The rest of the human's seed dripped down his subsiding erection and balls. Nathaniel whimpered as his sensitivity grew more intense. The beast licked up the knight's cum, toying with his soft cock with his long tongue. "I know..." his breath hissed. "Just a little longer..." Bright flames licked at the night sky, pouring from the dragon's mouth as he came deep into the knight. "Mmm... So good. It's been ages. I've missed the taste of hot seed." The dragon lifted Nathaniel off his shrinking cock, licking the worn knight's body clean. "You're tired." Nathaniel couldn't answer, instead he lilted into the dragon's arms. The beast returned with him to his cavern, letting the knight rest.
  Nathaniel woke in a cocoon of heat and flesh. Breathe came hot and stagnate. He hit and shoved and fought his way out. Finally the knight was relinquished and landed on a mountain of gold. He'd have been mesmerized if he weren't fighting for air. "Human. You've slept well I trust. No bed rarer than the very wing of a dragon." The knight wanted to say something, but could not bring himself to do so. Suddenly Nathaniel noticed his nudity and covered himself as he stood. "You have no shame with me. I assure you." The human blushed. "In fact last night you gave me something I've long been without and I undoubtedly could do with more." The beast murmured and ran his claw down Nathaniel's soft skin. The knight winced a bit. "Another time I suppose. Well, you may want to regain your effects before 'rescuing' the princess." The dragon winked.
  Nathaniel walked out of the cave on wobbly legs, seemingly newborn. After a bit of searching he came upon his torn shirt and battered trousers. He put on the trousers and used the shirt as a makeshift sack to carry each bit of armor he came upon. As he made his way back he found the antiquated and valuable sword broken in two, he frowned and added it to the broken armor.
  When the knight found his way back into the cave the dragon was nowhere in sight. He did find a stupified young woman, whom he presumed would be princess Elizabeth, and did his best to wake her. Everything from a brave knight's kiss and a cold hard slap failed to wake her. He settled for slinging her across the horse's back like common goods. At one point during the journey back she took a tumble that earned her a few scrapes and bruises which could be be quite explained by being in the possession of a dragon.
  When Nathaniel did return, seemingly successful, a festival was held in his honor. He found himself lodged within the castle itself and sworn in as a part of the King's Royal Arm. Then, some few weeks later he was awoken by a not unfamiliar cry. "Dragon! Dragon!" He was stirred by much shaking. "It will be some time until your armor and blade are repaired, but I beg of you. Elizabeth has been taken again, since you were well equipt in the last trial surely you'll be able to face this one. I'll put the smith to work at once! You must surely have protection, or the blade- the dragon slaying blade at the very least!" The young knight breathed deep and stayed calm in spite of the king's panic. He looked, reassuringly, into his sire's eyes.
 "Oh. I don't think I'll be needing them." Nathaniel allowed himself a sly grin.