14 comments/ 17182 views/ 67 favorites Silya & The Dragon By: Godsilk Silya's heart pounded in her throat and her body coursed with adrenaline. Involuntary shaking had started in her legs so that she collapsed and fell, trembling with fear. Her back and the back of her legs ached from where her fresh wounds oozed thick red blood. She could smell the metallic smell in the air around her, and it nearly made her sick to her stomach. "Get the fuck up, bitch!" As the man barked the order, he delivered a swift kick to the back of her head, knocking her down as she had tried to stand. Her disorientation made getting up hard, and the pain from the kick made her head throb—but it was only mild compared to the shock her body had been put through only an hour or so before. Silya couldn't see the man since she had been blind folded, but she knew it was the thick round one; one of Askar's brothers that she unfortunate circumstance of meeting earlier in the day. Begging hadn't gotten her anywhere, and her body was so weak she thought she would die before she got where she was going. She half hoped she would despite there was a nagging hope in her, a fiery optimism that was slowly being extinguished as the sharp rocks underfoot cut her feet. "You fucking whore, you deserve all of this. If you'd just laid down and let him have his way with you to give him a babe, you'd be better off, and you could continue to live that spoiled life you're so used to living," Malas sneered. "You should know better than to strike a man." Silya's other brother spoke up as they made sure Silya walked onwards, as slow as it was. It was the tall and slender brother with narrow shoulders and a thick beard that hung down to his chest. "No, I don't think so, Malas. She's better being beaten and left to die. She was never good enough for him anyway. A common whore has more decency than this bitch. If she wasn't so disgusting I would have fucked her like a whore already." "Ah, Mastik. You love whores too much." Malas laughed. "More than you love food, brother," Mastik quipped with a chuckle. Silya continued to try to walk, but her legs were about to give out. She was afraid to speak anymore after what had happened the last time she spoke—they had heated a knife and pulled her tongue out and threatened to cut it out, although they hadn't. It was a torture tactic, but they had let the heat of the blade touch her upper thigh, where it instantly gave her a very severe burn. "I—I'm about to pass out." Silya warned as her walking slowed and eventually stopped. She could feel the world spinning and she let out a yelp as she crashed to the ground, the world spinning faster and faster. "Get up!" Malas yelled. Silya was still conscious to her surprise, but Malas' voice was fading, and so were his yells. She felt no expected blows to her body, and soon her senses faded to black. There was no telling how long it was, but she woke up thrown over someone's shoulder, her head bouncing along the way. She realized it was Sal, the brother that everyone bullied. He was the youngest among the four brothers. She heard the men talking, and she stayed limp to feign that she was still unconscious. For what felt like half an hour, although she had no concept of time, she thought she might give away her act if she moved. The young man's shoulder wasn't comfortable because of the new muscle he was developing that was tensed and flexed as he walked, and she wanted to squirm so desperately. After a while, she couldn't help but shift on him. Her whole body ached and she grew nauseated when she realized he was covered in her blood. He turned his head sharply to look at her, but her voice was quick to call out to him "Don't look at me! Please," Silya whispered urgently. "Please don't let your brothers know I'm awake," she begged, thick tears streamed down her face, stinging the small cuts there. Sal was alarmed but listened to her, tossing her gently so she'd be readjusted as he walked. He didn't respond at first, and instead seemed angry, but the façade ended within minutes. It was clear to Silya he wasn't a sadist like the other three. He hadn't raised a hand to her even as his other two brothers beat on her and whipped her raw at Askar's house. "Please help me, Sal. I'm so hurt," she whispered softly. "Eh, Sal? Everything alright back there? You're starting to drag. We got a ways to go!" Called Malas to his younger brother. "Yeah, everything is fine." Sal answered. He hated his brothers—all of them. "I'm just getting tired." Under his breath, he whispered to Silya, "I can't. They'll do to me what they did to you. They've beat me before." "That's why you need to train more and work out! You're so weak you can barely carry such a small thing. You aren't carrying a cow!" Malas sneered at his younger brother, slowing down and seemingly thinking of stopping so he could hit him. He carried on his way ahead of them instead, deciding it wasn't worth the extra time. "The dragon is not too far from here?" Mastik asked. "Yeah, not too far from here at all. We're almost there. It flies out during the day or even for several days at a time. Askar had me watch its dwelling for a few days." Silya forced herself to stop crying and listen to each of the men. Sal wasn't going to help her. They were taking her very far out, and considering a good part of the way had been by horseback, she had no idea how long it would take her to return even to the city limits by foot if she escaped—and she knew she wouldn't be able to walk. Was she really going to die by some dragon? Her world went dark again. ***** When she awoke, she realized she was bound. Her hands were tied painfully tight behind her back and her body was sore. As she came to her senses, she realized the fabric over her eyes had loosened, and on the cold ground, she managed to sit up. She was against what she guessed was a cave wall. It was damp, and cool water dripped down parts of it. Silya wiggled her body against the smooth wall, trying to let the water drip into her mouth. It was cool and refreshing and it felt good on her hot, dry skin. She was beyond dehydrated, and she drank as much as she could before she tired. She moved her head back and forth, and the blinder finally fell off. It was no surprise that she still couldn't see. Her whole body throbbed with pain, and she felt some of her wounds still bleeding. It hurt even to sit up. The fabric of her sheer nightgown was shredded to bits in the back and front, and it barely clung to her frame. She whimpered as she fought against the bounds. She was weak and she wasn't sure if she would get out of this place. She honestly had no idea how big the cave was, which direction to go or how deep she was in. There was no light at all. She had no concept of time. She slept and woke several times, each time failing to get out of her bounds. When there was a great rumbling sound, something that sounded like thunder that echoed throughout the caves, she jumped and looked around, her chest rising and falling. She could hear unhuman footsteps approaching, and a raging growl echoing. It was the dragon. "Who dares enter my home?!" Boomed a deep, gruff voice. The dragon was growling and searching, wet stomps carrying it forward as it searched its cave. Silya was shaking again. She was going to be torn to pieces by the beast! Or burned to death. Her heart was pounding and her skin burned from the adrenaline rushing through her. She didn't say anything, not sure how to respond. She didn't want to be found. "I can smell you, you filthy human." The dragon growled aloud. "I'll ask again. Who is there?!" Silya refused to say anything, whimpering as she pressed herself into the wall as much as possible. Instead of the booming voice, a sudden light and extreme heat came rushing through the room—the dragon's fire. It shot a distance from her, but it made contact with the wall, and it sent the whole space into a sudden illumination as a carved ring built near the cave's ceiling caught fire. It was a built-in torch. Silya knew she was illuminated, and she could now be seen. She looked around now, and a flash of gold caught her eye, just outside of the large room she was in. And that's when she saw it. The dragon came forward through the room, towering over her with great wings. The golden dragon was nearly three times her size, and she froze and looked up at it as it whipped its great spiked tail back and forth. Her breath caught in her chest. The dragon was looking at her with eyes that matched its scales. "Plea-please don't k-kill me," She begged. "I-I don't want to die... please..." The dragon paced in half circles a distance from her, observing her. "How are you here? Did someone do this to you?" The dragon asked of her as it paced. "Yes." Silya said, swallowing dryly. "My husband's brothers. They left me for dead, they knew you were here..." She said shakily, averting her eyes from the dragon's nearly glowing orbs. "I don't want to die." She said again. "They have invaded my home, but you have not. I am not going to harm you for their crimes." Stopping directly in front of her, the dragon lowered its head to gaze at her curiously. "They have brought you to refuge. You are safe." The room was beginning to spin again, and she felt faint. She looked at the dragon, blinking and trying to keep her focus, but his golden eyes and scales faded from view as she went limp. Silya & The Dragon Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thank you so much for the feedback! It's really encouraging. I've always been too shy to share my writing until now. I appreciate your comments and votes. I work on writing and editing my work every day and making sure the flow is okay. This story will continue until its completion. ***** The smell of roasting meat filled the room when Silya came to. She had little idea how hungry she was until she smelled it—but it was only a temporary thought until she realized her wounds were numbed and bandaged. She reached up and realized her ash brown hair was brushed and clean and that she was unbound. She noticed she was lying in a soft plush bed that felt as if it were stuffed with down, and she realized it took up a good part of the room. She half thought she was home, but she noticed the walls and a similar torched carved into the top of the circular room that was similar to the one she had previously been in—she was still in the cave. She still ached greatly, but she found she could move easier. When she looked towards a fire in the far end of the room, the dragon was lying near it. Her heart began racing again and she sat up quickly, straining her wounds. Her sudden movement warranted a glance from the horned beast. The dragon slowly got to its feet and approached her. "You're awake. You've slept for some time." "How did I...?" Silya asked him, looking down at herself. She would have been mostly naked if it weren't for the bandages and long flowing skirt that covered her legs. "I took the liberty of finding you clothes and caring for you. Right now you should not be covered too much. Your wounds need to breathe." The dragon stated. "Why are you helping me?" Silya asked, tears starting to well in her eyes. "I am Rok, rightful king of Sentaya, the land of the dragons. I am forced to stay in this form, but before I could shift freely between my dragon and human form. I am not a devil as your people think dragons to be. I do not kill the innocent." He stated proudly. Silya held her tears back as she watched him curiously. "My name is Silya. I'm grateful for your hospitality. Will you take me home, Rok?" She asked. "You would go back after what they have done to you?" He asked curiously as he left her and went to the roasting meat. He sat up then, and grabbed the small chicken roasting on the spit with a great clawed hand. There was a clang as he clumsily grabbed a metal plate and plopped the chicken onto it. He took the edge of the plate in his mouth and brought it over to Silya, slithering over to her on all fours. "I—" Silya thought about it. "I don't know. I have parents and siblings at my old home, before I married. I'm afraid of going back... I'm sure he thinks I am dead or will die soon." She told him as she accepted the plate with wide eyes, nodding hesitantly in thanks. "I think he'll kill me if I return." She said sullenly, her eyes going down to the roasted chicken. The plate was hot and heating her lap where she rested it, but she couldn't resist the urge to tear into it, and she did so and ate feverishly despite it burned her mouth and hands. She hadn't noticed the dragon brought her an opened bottle of wine and set it next to her until he mentioned it. She drank and ate heartily until she grew weary. "You need to focus on getting better, Silya. You shouldn't try to leave before then." Rok turned and moved back to the fire, where he curled up on it, effectively extinguishing it and crushing the spit the chicken had roasted on. He enjoyed the warmth it gave him and he closed his eyes, hearing Silya grow still not long after. -- The first several nights were hard for Silya. Despite her wounds were numbed, she couldn't walk, and she began having fevers. When the fevers began, the nightmares started and she would often toss and turn and wake up drenched in sweat and tears. She slept a lot and didn't eat, and Rok was often by her side. At several times she couldn't pinpoint, she felt the giant clawed hands of the dragon touch her lips as he gave her a small vial of some foul tasting liquid. It eased her fevers, numbed her pain and let her rest easy until the cycle started over again. Rok was there with a shallow chamber pot designed for bed patients when she relieved herself, unable to fully wake up or stand when she did. It was always clean when she was aware enough to feel it under her. It was over a week before she woke up, her fevers and delirium having finally subsided. She climbed out of bed for the first time since she had been placed in it, finding herself clumsy on her legs. She limped when she walked, and although it tired her legs out, her muscles felt good being stretched. She pulled the bandages off that Rok had put on her and let her breasts free, exposed to the cool air. Her nipples budded tightly at the coolness of the air, and goosebumps covered her body. She reached over her shoulder and felt where she had been whipped—she knew the scars were going to be big and ugly when she was finally healed, and she felt sullen that there were so many of them. The dragon wasn't around, and she started to try to find an exit for some fresh air. It had been far too long since she had felt sunlight on her skin. She turned left and walked along the dry cave floor, realizing she was steadily going up, and she noticed that the cave floor was dry, unlike she remembered. When light broke through from a distance, she couldn't help the smile on her face and she grew eager to reach the source. When she did, she was breathless. She was suspended a hundred or more feet above the ground, overlooking a vast lake and the forest surrounding it. The emerald lake glittered in the distance. "Beautiful," she breathed, her azure gaze entranced by all of the green. As beautiful as it was, she felt unsettled. Just how far was she from home? This area didn't look anything like the desert she was used to. Silya missed her old home, before she had been married to the sadist that tried to have her killed. She had never wanted to marry Askar, but she did so for her parents. He was the son of a wealthy merchant and his parents talked to her parents as if she would be treated like a queen, but that wasn't the case. Askar's mean side revealed itself when he had drank the night after the wedding and struck her for the first time, even though the consummation of their marriage the previous night had been gentle. When he was sober after that he would constantly yell or berate her over little things she had no control over. She had gotten so used to his yelling so that she had started to tune him out, but it had only encouraged him to get violent. She shook the thoughts of her husband out of her head. No, ex-husband. She was dead to him, surely. She sighed as she sat down in the window of the cavern. In the distance, she looked for Rok. She didn't know where he had gone or he was somewhere else within the caves or out hunting or gathering supplies. She let her hands slide up her legs, pulling up her nearly sheer skirt in the process. They were starting to prickle with hair. Waxing was no longer an option since she had come here, nor was shaving with her favorite steel. She let her hands travel higher to her full thighs, and then higher to the mound of her sex. She lifted her knee and opened her legs slightly and closed her eyes, letting her fingers delve into her pink folds, spreading them open as she rubbed herself. Her arousal had come suddenly and from seemingly nowhere, and she quietly breathed out a moan, her heart racing as she felt herself grow wetter from her own touch. Her middle and index finger came up, easing underneath her clitoral hood and gently stroked her clit in a running motion before dipping down into her depths and stroking up the moisture around her clit for less resistance. She bit her lip and arched her back, her breathing quickening. In the distance, there was a roaring and she quickly came to her senses. Her body had quickly become hot and her nipples were still hard. Her clitoris was engorged with her arousal, and she felt the need for release. As her eyes snapped open, far off in the distance she could see what looked like a bird—a bird with a different flying pattern than any other. She knew it was the dragon returning. She stood up, her skirt falling back around her legs. She let out a soft and frustrated groan before she returned to her room. When the dragon came in, he was carrying a skinned and gutted buck. He put it down in the corner as his attentions turned to her. As he looked at her, his pupils dilated. "I have brought dinner. I'm glad to see you are awake. You've had a rough time recovering and you haven't eaten. I've stolen some medicine from villages not too far from here, as you're far from fully healed. You'll find the vials next to the bed." He motioned in their direction with his snout. "I've been giving them to you. Don't drink the ones with the clay seal. They are tranquilizers. I gave them to you when you were in too much pain and before I brought you here so the journey would be easy." "Brought me here?" Silya asked in confusion. "We are not where we were before?" "No. I didn't like that the humans had been watching me. Your kind likes to hunt my kind. I would not be an easy kill, but if they decide that I'm a threat, their numbers can outmatch me." The dragon began gathering wood for a fire, stacking it in the center of the great room. "I also want to keep you safe," he added quietly. "Thank you," Silya said with a happy sigh. She smiled gently towards the dragon, although he wasn't looking at her as he worked. "I'm very grateful for everything you have done for me. As soon as I am able, I will help you with whatever you need done." "I appreciate your offer, but please concentrate on being well for now." As Rok finished placing the wood, he breathed out a small stream of fire, and the wood erupted in flame. Silya had always heard that dragon fire was different—it wasn't just fire. There were gasses mixed in with it that clung to whatever it was breathed on, and she could finally see that difference when the wood erupted instantly. She bit her lip nervously, just imagining Rok changing his mind about her and turning that ferocious fire upon her. -- It was later that night after they had eaten that Silya began to touch herself again. The dragon was curled up where the fire had been and seemed to sleep. Her body ached for release, and she couldn't help herself as she began to let her fingers travel over her nether lips and between her folds. She made an audible gasp as she plunged her fingers into herself, letting them travel in and out of her wet hole, slowly and rhythmically. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she was so caught up in pleasing herself that she hadn't noticed Rok stir and turn his attentions to her. Her eyes snapped open when the dragon lit the torch near the ceiling, stirring from his pile of ashes. She quickly stopped and pretended she was asleep with her back facing him, her eyes wide as she grew still. Her heart was pounding and she hoped he hadn't noticed her. 'Damn it, I was too loud...' "Silya," Rok said, his voice like silk. He approached her then and lowered his face so that it would be even with hers when she turned, "I can smell your arousal." He said as he nudged her with his snout. "It's driving me wild," he said as he let his tongue casually travel up the scabbed wounds of her back. He was gentle as he let his tongue travel up to her neck. Silya shuddered as she felt the dragon's tongue travel up her bare back, and she was embarrassed by his words. "I-I'm sorry," she said suddenly, afraid to turn over. "I didn't mean to. I'll stop." She stammered, a heat filling her face as she reddened. Rok licked her again, unfazed by her words. This time he let his tongue trail over the side of her breast and circle it, the tip of his forked tongue moving over her nipple that quickly hardened. When it warranted a moan from Silya, he did it again and it caused her to turn over onto her other side to face him. "W-what are you doing?" She asked shakily as she tried to pull away from him. "I want to taste you," he purred, and he lifted his claw and tore away her skirt, leaving her completely nude in the dim firelight. When she gasped, her suddenly plunged his tongue between her legs which she held together, his tongue flicking between her thighs, begging for access. Silya nearly reached down to grab the dragon's hot and wet tongue, but she didn't. Instead, she moved farther to the edge of the bed, away from him, until his tongue retracted. She bit her lip and stared at him in shock. "But you're a dragon!" She exclaimed, afraid. "It's... it's wrong!" Her body betrayed all of her words as she felt her wetness ease down her thighs, brought on by Rok's tongue having stroked her body. "Does it feel wrong, Silya?" He asked, seemingly unconvinced. "I can see you dripping wet. Your body betrays you." Rok moved closer and let his tongue dart out again, his aim higher. He could taste her finally, and he let his tongue move between her legs, slipping between the flesh of her thighs pressed together. He finally had a tasting of her delicate folds, and he relished them slowly. Silya threw her head back in ecstasy as the dragon's tongue found its way to her sex. She moaned and parted her legs slightly, although her knees folded inward at her embarrassment. With her legs parted that much, the dragon let his thick and wide tongue travel over her pink sex, his saliva lubricating her. His thick and wide tongue slowly pushed against her opening before it darted into her depths, filling her full and causing her to cry out as she grabbed her breasts, kneading them slowly. With a few thrusts and flicks of his long tongue, Silya was sent over the edge, her orgasm shaking through her and causing her to buck her hips against his tongue wildly until she rode it out. After her orgasm passed, she slowly realized the situation. She looked at Rok, her face flushed from her release. She felt her whole body relaxed, unlike she had ever known. "That... I'm..." "You're welcome," Rok grinned and climbed up on the large bed, forcing Silya over to the other side. He laid down next to her, curling up. Silya didn't say anything. She felt good, and a heavy sleepiness had finally caught up with her. She tried not to think about everything that had just happened, but it would soon fill her dreams. Silya & The Dragon Ch. 03 The morning sun was finally rising above the horizon, and Silya sat with her feet dangling out of the cave's opening that overlooked the lake and forests. There were streams below, and she wanted desperately to get to them to bathe, but she wasn't sure how to navigate the caves. She returned to the bedroom, where Rok was finally stirring. "I'd like to bathe, please," she said softly, a blush filling her cheeks. She could feel the soreness between her legs, and her arousal starting to build. "How can I get to the streams below?" Rok yawned and stretched, almost feline in his movements as he turned his head to her. "I'll show you the way out of the cave." Silya went to the bed and found her torn skirt. It wasn't entirely shredded, and she managed to tie it around her upper chest, making it into a makeshift dress, although it was quite short and her bottom threatened to be revealed if she moved the wrong way. When she turned around she was surprised to see Rok staring at her with desire in his eyes, and for the first time she saw his penis emerge from his groin area—it was a bright pink as it pushed from between golden scales, and it was completely slick with his arousal. Pre-cum dripped from the pointed head of his massive, ridged cock. Silya tore her eyes away from the strangely enticing sight, and she felt herself grow hot between her legs. She had stared for longer than she meant to, and she began wondering what such a huge cock would feel like inside of her. She half expected the dragon to mention last night or something about how aroused she was now, but he didn't. She was almost disappointed when he beckoned her to follow him outside and mentioned nothing about his obvious arousal. The journey wasn't as treacherous and long as she had thought it would be. The dragon had chosen a good cave that was easy to navigate with her human feet. She still limped, but she knew each day she would grow stronger. The medicine he had brought her was helping. They emerged at ground level, and Silya smiled at being met with the morning sun. The streams ran towards the lake, their waters languid. Rok looked at her from his peripheral vision. "I'll bring breakfast," he said, and with that, he lifted his great wings, got a running start and took off from the ground. Silya looked up at him with envy until he flew too far for her to see. When he was gone, she hummed to herself and removed the clothes from her body and bathed in the stream. She did so slowly, and she rinsed her wavy hair in the cool waters. The stones beneath her feet were smooth and they soothed her aches. Rok wasn't gone long, and he brought back a huge basket. His great wings fanned the earth below and stirred up dust and debris before he landed. Silya was still waist deep in the stream, and she blushed and felt the sudden need to cover herself, afraid her desires would somehow show on her naked skin. "I've brought you clothes and food." Rok stated. "Please open the basket." Silya came forward, one arm over her breasts and the other trying to cover her sex. She was blushing as she approached the huge basket. She opened it and found a lot of clothes within, and as she pulled them out, she noticed there were a mix of nicer clothes mixed in with plain. Nothing was folded. Silya looked up to Rok as she picked out a simple dress that hung straight but flowed and allowed easy for movement—it was just her style. It hung to the grass as she slipped it over her head. When she pulled out all of the clothes, she found dried meats and cheeses, and beneath that there were several bottles of wine and what looked like liquor. She looked up at Rok. "All of this is for me?" "All of it is yours." The dragon seemed to smile as he laid down again, his long tail swaying lazily as he watched her delight in the treasures he had brought her. "If you ever need anything, just ask and I can probably get it for you." "Who do you take this from?" Silya asked cautiously. "I imagine they're not too happy with you." "I take from different villages. I try not to take too much, but it is in my nature to hoard." Rok raised his head as Silya took out a bottle of wine and began trying to open it. With no corkscrew, she had a lot of trouble. Rok walked over to her and took the wine in his claws, and with one talon he removed the cork as if it were nothing. He handed her the wine. "Thank you," she said with a smile. As she looked at Rok, she couldn't help but wonder what he was like as a man. "I have a question. You said you were the rightful king of Sentaya. Why are you living here? And why can't you shift into a man anymore? I'm sorry if I'm too nosey, I'm just very curious about you ever since you mentioned it." Silya took a drink from the wine as she watched the golden dragon. "Mm." Rok hummed. "My brother usurped my reign. He married, and his witch of a woman cornered me and cast a spell. I haven't been able to break it, so I stay a dragon. He threatened to kill my friends and enslave my betrothed after killing my family if I didn't leave, so I was left with no choice. One day when I break the spell, I will return to challenge him. Until then, I am content with my life." Silya watched him in awe, and at the mention of his former betrothed she felt an odd pang of jealousy. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I know what it's like to feel trapped." She shook her head as she thought of Askar. Thinking of him made her feel ill. "Why did your husband harm you?" Rok asked. Silya shook her head again. She could feel her skin burning at the mere thought of Askar. "I struck him. I fought back. He was trying to rape me. He found out I had been taking herbs so that I would not get pregnant. I did not want to bear his child. He had me watched so I could not take them, and when the doctor said I was ready to conceive, he tried to force himself on me and I struck him so hard he fell into the wall and ended up concussed. A week later, his brothers did his bidding." -- As the afternoon drifted by, Silya fell into a drunken sleep in the shade of a large tree. Rok watched over her quietly, contemplating her situation and her state. He had half a mind to keep her by his side forever. As each day passed, he felt more protective over her. Compared to him, she was small and delicate, but she ignited a primal fire deep in his belly. He dreamed of pleasuring her and taking her as his mate. The memory of her taste was still strong, and he wanted more of her. It was incredibly frustrating that he could not touch her the way a man could. His claws were sharp and he figured he would hurt her if he tried to hold her and take her the way a man might. The thought of her riding his tongue as she came the night before made him erect. He loved the way her eyes had stared at his raging hard on in the morning, and he had been basking in the glorious feeling that she still thought about what she had seen. He could smell her arousal even as she slept, and he stood up and crept closer to her. Perhaps she would let him please her again... As Silya slept, the dragon gently nudged her legs apart, sneaking his head beneath the skirt of her dress. Rok inhaled her scent, his hot breath beginning to rouse her. He let his tongue dart out and lick at her soft mound, his licks trailing downward to between her slit, where he savored her sweet taste and the soft, sticky dew that emerged from her. Silya opened her eyes as she felt the familiar heat of his breath upon her. She quivered and found she had no will to fight him off—his tongue was too enticing. She pulled up the skirt of her dress and spread her legs for him, her hands moving to touch his head. "Ahh, that feels so good. I need it, I've needed it," she whined softly, arching her hips to meet his long, textured tongue. Rok let his tongue caress her erect clitoris. He had her gripping and caressing his horns and the scales of his head as he tasted her. It was the first time she had dared to touch him. He licked downward and teased her opening, which caused her to move her hips forward. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go, and the sight of her so eager to receive his tongue drove him on. He thrust his tongue into her, licking her inner walls before withdrawing to lick up to her clit. He did this until she cried out and came, her fluids gushing forth from her for the first time in ecstasy. "You taste good, Silya," Rok purred, raising his head only momentarily to see her flushed face before he thrust his tongue into her again, causing her to cry out in pleasure as his thick tongue invaded her. He dared to continue, but he found hands pushing against his face in protest and he stopped. "Please," Silya breathed. "I need something else..." "What is it?" Rok respected her wish and raised up. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked. "No... I..." She bit her lip. She was still drunk from drinking the entire bottle of wine, and she couldn't believe herself. She couldn't believe that she lusted after him so much, a creature of an entirely different species. Her eyes trailed down to his groin, and she saw how erect he was. He was huge—his penis must have been as thick as her thigh, and she was afraid, but she wanted all of his cock in her. She idly wondered if it was just a drunken idea, but she didn't care. Rok saw her look at his erection. "Tell me," he demanded. "I want you inside of me. I want to feel your cock inside of me," she said quickly. She kept her legs spread open, and moved her hands so that he could see her open sex. "I want to make you feel good with my body." The dragon looked at her quizzically. He was afraid of hurting her, but he wanted her more, and lust seemed to trump reason as she begged for him. He crawled between her legs and picked up her hips, tilting them upward. His claws dug into her skin, drawing blood. He pushed the pointed and tapered head of his dick into her torturously slow. A low growl escaped his throat as he felt her tight, slick walls part around him. Silya cried out as she felt stretched more than she ever had before. Inch by inch, he slid into her with no resistance. The sensation of feeling his bulbous, tapered head push into her drove her to an intense orgasm, her muscles convulsing around just the tip of his penis. Rok was set off by her orgasm, and suddenly he thrust into her as far as he could. Silya cried out in pain beneath him in a near scream, but he was too concerned with himself as he drew his hips back and slammed into her over and over. It was too much for Silya. She felt as if her body was going to break as she was suddenly invaded and stretched beyond what was ever meant for a human. His cock was so much bigger than his tongue, and she had never experienced anything like it. She grabbed onto his forearms as he thrust into her, tears streaming down her face. She tried to pull away reflexively, but he kept thrusting into her. The pointed tip of his head was pushing at her cervix with every thrust, and she could feel herself cramping as he slowly invaded her womb. She tried to claw at him to ease the sensation. "Gah," she cried as he forced her hips down onto him again, using her as a perfect sheath for his hard member. "I want your cum!" She cried out, although her body felt like it was done. She could see her stomach bulging every time he thrust into her, and the sight was oddly erotic. "I'm going to cum, Silya. I'm going to fill you. I'm going to fill you and mark you as mine..." Rok growled as he felt the tip of his head squeezed tightly by her stretching cervix. He was going to fill her womb full of his seed. With a few last forceful thrusts, he came hard, his seed shooting straight into her womb. He could feel her cum as he did, both her womb and her walls pulsing and contracting around him, massaging his cum out of him. Thick ropes of cum continued to spill forth from him as his penis throbbed. It was minutes before he was done. Silya was covered in sweat. When he was done, he slowly withdrew himself from her, admiring her belly that was softly rounded from his seed filling her. Silya was panting. She had never orgasmed so much in her life, and she had never been so filled with semen, which oozed slowly out of her. She felt Rok's tongue suddenly licking the wounds where his claws had dug into her, and she flinched a bit. She ran her fingers over her slightly swollen stomach, amazed by how much semen was inside of her. She was cramping from her womb being stretched for the first time. The dragon suddenly lowered his leathery wing and slipped it beneath her. He raised it up and slid her down onto his back. Silya slid down onto him easily and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was surprised to find the spines down his back and tail were actually soft and flexible, though the very tip of his tail was spiked. As she hugged him, she blushed. Rok began to walk with his new mate on his back. "Are you alright, Silya? I hope I didn't hurt you badly. I'm taking us to bathe in the river." Silya buried her face at the back of his neck as she hugged him. "It hurt a lot, but I don't regret it. It was amazing and it felt good too. I'm very sore though. I'll need some medicine." "You can take some as soon as we return. It'll take some time for my seed to leak from you, so you can stay in the lake until you're comfortable." Rok approached the edge of the lake, and with Silya still on his back he waded into the water. The cool water was refreshing for both of them. Silya felt like everything was glowing. Her body was tired and she could barely move after their copulation. She was happy though, and she had never been more fulfilled. No human lover could have made her feel the way the dragon did. She closed her eyes as she felt his semen slowly flow out of her womb. Rok swam towards the center of the lake, and she could feel his muscles moving beneath his scales as he did. "Do you think you can take me to the market in my home town tomorrow? I really miss it. I used to go all of the time. I would like to buy some spices and other foods. I haven't been in so long. Askar never let me do anything after we were married." Rok sneered at Askar's name. A rage was starting to build the more he thought about how that monster had treated Silya. He promised to himself that he would kill the man someday. "Of course, Silya, but you know I cannot be there with you. You will have to be careful." "I will be." She pressed her lips together and then sighed. As fond as she was becoming of Rok, she missed home. She wanted to see her parents and her brother and her sister. She thought that they would at least be able to hold Askar, Mastik, and Malas accountable for what they had done to her.