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Draconic Salvation

By: Carch



Erynsuge was in a state of total bliss. The sacrificial virgin sent by the villagers had been better than average - he rated her at a 7.5 out of 10. Erynsuge rated all his sacrifices, because it was the only way he could separate them in his memory. Many years earlier he'd tried asking their names beforehand, but all the girls were too terrified to speak. Cynegyth was the exception: she yelled her name loudly and kicked at his iron-strong scales. Erynsuge had laughed. Now he kept her on a chain: she cleaned the cavern and organized the horde in exchange for not being ravaged and eaten. Cynegyth was begrudgingly keeping her end of the bargain, and as a dragon of honor, Erynsuge was proudly keeping his.

He rolled onto his back and let the rough stone floor cool him down. The lump in his stomach had stopped kicking, so he was finally able to enjoy his meal in peace. 

Erynsuge closed his eyes and remembered her face. She had cried from the start, and had gawked in horror as she watched his cock drop out of his cloaca. It was clear from her reaction that she was a virgin, unlike many recent sacrifices. Bloody ignorants, he thought, still trying to wiggle out of a deal we made to pay back their own debt. He felt his wrath stir, but steadied himself so he could savor the memories of his last feeding.

He rated her pussy a 5 out of 10: tight, somewhat wet, but on the whole average. But her screams were easily an 8 or 9. She howled with each thrust, and when he could no longer contain himself, she screamed so loud and long that even Cynegyth had to cover her ears. He never warned the sacrifices that his cum was boiling hot: that would ruin the fun.

Her taste was a 6 or 7. She had been fed good grains and fresh vegetables, but she was too skinny for his enjoyment. But he swallowed her early, which had been a mistake. 

Erynsuge rubbed his stomach. "Rest in peace," he said, and he wondered if she would give him indigestion later. "Dont you dare do it," he said to his stomach, "or you'll get knocked down to a 3 or 4."

Cynegyth left her corner with a mop to sop up the remaining cum. He kept her in the nude so he could watch her breasts, which were full and perfectly proportioned. Every day he was tempted to wait until her back was turned and lick her pussy, to taste the only flesh and juices forbidden to him. But Erynsuge kept his honor, even though his penis would flop out when he gave her her orders for the day. She'd roll her eyes and he'd continue speaking, but both knew how desperately he wanted to fuck her to pieces.

The hardest moments (literally and figuratively) were when she bathed him. Early into her captivity, Cynegyth complained about his harsh reptilian stench, so she used a bucket of water and a golden brush from the horde to scrub him down. He could handle her scrubbing his limbs, his back (although when she cleaned around his spikes, he felt tingly) and even his face, but when she scrubbed his belly he would lose it.

With the brush rubbing against his scales and her swinging boobs in his face, his cloaca parted its lips and his cock sprang to life. "Don't do this to me," he thought, "please don't you do it this time," but his cock always stiffened and curved upwards, its triangular head engorging. 

Cynegyth knew exactly what she was doing. She breathed on his face, and swung her chest side to side as she scrubbed. A teardrop of precum rolled down his cock, and Erynsuge could no longer contain himself: he envisioned Cynegyth crawling down his belly and huddling around the bright red organ. She took it gently in her fingers, and licked the tiny lips at the tip. She smiled, opened her mouth in an O, and then slid her lips down the top of his shaft, leaving a trail of saliva as she returned to the tip, and then down again.

His cock oozed a line of precum, and he moaned.

"Is something wrong?" said Cynegyth. She stopped scrubbing and turned around to his open spread open legs, just in time to see another tiny squirt.

"Please break our deal," groaned Erynsuge. "Please fuck me. You're the only one I want... the only one I can't have... please."

Cynegyth raised her eyebrow. "That thing? Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding at all. I'm asking you..."

"A deal is a deal, Eryn. I won't let you have me."

He moaned and scratched his belly. "Just this once. Just a blowjob. It's not a sin. It's how the girls in the village keep their virginity..."

Cynegyth crawled off of him and put her hands on her hips. "Is this all you think about? I'm giving you a bath, which ordinary people do everyday, and all you can think about is blowjobs? Lord, men are disgusting. Dragons even more so."

And as if to prove her correct, Erynsuge grabbed his cock and began beating himself off.

"I love you," he said.

"My eyes are up here," said Cynegyth covering her groin and chest.

"I love you too."

His cock had turned an even deeper shape of red, and its head continued to swell outward. Cynegyth knew what was about to happen, and she hurried away as far as her chain would let her.

"Oh this is disgusting," she said, covering her eyes. "And watch your aim! Your seed always lands on me!"

Erynsuge was surging past the point of no return. He threw his neck back and opened his mouth, puffing smoke and allowing his tongue to hang freely. His first pulses shot out, and then he came, pointing his cock so the line of cum landed on Cynegyth's back. She shrieked.

He guided the last squirts out and fell back, exhaling a pillar of fire that lit up the cavern.

"That was beautiful," he whispered.

Cynegyth swatted the steaming cum off of her, which left red welts in its wake. "You perverted animal," she said, "why are you so obsessed with sex?"

"Because," said Erynsuge. He looked at the drops of cum on the floor and his limp cock retreating back inside of him. "It's the best thing there is." 

This drama repeated itself every week or two, and after a few years of holding her captive in his cavern, Erynsuge doubted his ability to share living quarters with a human who turned him on. How long could his honor hold out? One day his lust would get the best of him, and he would fuck her, perhaps to her death. That had happened a few times in the early days of the sacrifices: his large tool forcing its way into the openings of young virgins had ripped them open, and they bled to death before Erynsuge finished the job. Of course, he planned to eat them anyway, but fucking them as their organs sloshed around was messy, and Erynsuge was too proud to devour messes.

Sometimes he wondered how much the sacrifices enjoyed it. On occasion, he'd hear a gasp or a moan that may have been tinged with pleasure, but Erynsuge never thought to ask how his captives were getting along. They were sacrifices after all, and as long as his dick felt better than when he started, Erynsuge considered it a success.

Cynegyth mopped the floor and sighed. "What was she?"

"7.5." He burped.

Cynegyth held her nose and waved her hand in front of her face. "Please. Spare me. I put up with enough as it is."

"It's not my fault," said Erynsuge. "It's indigestion. She wasn't worth a munch, so I swallowed her whole."

"And alive." Cynegyth held the bucket under the spring in the cavern wall until it was full, and then splashed it over the floor. "I saw what you did. It was absolutely barbaric."

"To a human. To a dragon it's completely normal."

"Really?" Cynegyth put her hands on her hips. "Is it normal for dragons to mate outside of their species? If it is, I don't see how you can hatch any baby dragons."

"Female dragons," said Erynsuge, "are few and far between. The nearest female is over 900 miles away in Khazaria, and she's mated to a old veteran of the Roman wars who thinks he's still fighting the Gauls. Of course, he won't let any bull dragon touch her, even just for a night. He's a jealous bastard."

Cynegyth frowned.

"What other options do I have?" This conversation had disturbed Erynsuge's bliss. He climbed onto his feet and spread his broad wings, creating a breeze in the cavern. "God made me a dragon, and when he did, he gave me hunger and he gave me lust. You and the priests may say it's immoral to ravage and devour, but it's in my blood. I can't do anything about it."

"I don't think so." Cynegyth crossed her arms. "You pretend to be innocent and helpless, but I know you're not dumb. Tell me: how do you think 7.5 felt about being fucked and eaten, huh?"

Erynsuge scratched under his chin with his nail-like talons.

"Well, she probably didn't choose to be sacrificed. And even if she did, it didn't turn out too well in the end. You're right... it is a shame. It wasn't a good day for her."

Cynegyth stomped her foot. Her face turned red: "A bad day? She had a bad day? Eryn, you killed her! She's dead! She's no longer alive!"

"I hope so." He poked his stomach. "I don't want her reviving in my guts."

"You ended her life! She had a mother, a father, a boy she was in love with, hopes for the future... Perhaps her father saved a generous dowry for her. Perhaps a cottage on an fertile fief, where she could raise a family with her husband to be..."

Cynegyth stopped talking. Tears filled her eyes, and she wiped them away, turning her back to Erynsuge.

"Cyn? Why are you crying? Is it that time in the month again?"

She ran to the dragon's chest and battered him with her fists. "Ooh! How I hate you! Ooh, I despise you! You're a monster! You're an absolute monster! I wish... I wish you were dead!"

Erynsuge stepped back out of the range of her chain. "Really? I've spared your life for years. I give you a portion of my game whenever I hunt. I've treated you as good as any human man in the village!"

Cynegyth shook her head. "No," she said quietly. "You're not like the human men. You don't know how to love."

Erynsuge reared back and spread his wings. He tolerated Cynegyth's disrespect when she was funny, but there was no humor in this situation. She was challenging a dragon's word. 

"Liar!" he bellowed, breathing out a fireball. "I love you dearly, and that's final!"

Cynegyth covered her face to protect from the heat. "How," she whimpered under her arms.

"I love your tempting breasts! I love when you bend over and tease me with your ass and pussy! I love you in my dreams, the way you alone can make me come! You're the only one, Cynegyth, the only one!"

His erection grew, with a few dribbles sprinkling out. It took all his draconic willpower to prevent him from overtaking her in that instant.

Cynegyth's face was drained of color, aware of her fate. "That isn't love, Eryn. You don't know how to love."

She had gone too far.

The dragon roared like massive ox, fire spewing from his mouth like an overfueled furnace. The flames and the roar drowned Cynegyth's screams, and when Erynsuge caught his breath, she was a cinder. Her skeleton stood upright, shielding its skull from the fire with an open mouth. 

"Now," said Erynsuge, "that should teach you to challenge a dragon's honor. Do you understand?"

The skeleton said nothing, and he glared at it. "Now you have nothing to say?"

He sniffed at the bony arms, but the skeleton didn't recoil.

"I see. That must have killed you."

Erynsuge sneered at Cynegyth's remains, showing his jagged teeth, and he kicked them across the cavern into the midden pile where they turned to dust.

"I was tired of you anyway," he grumbled. "Yes, that's right. You're no use to me. Bloody nuisance, really."

The hour had grown late, and Erynsuge curled up on the layer of straw he used as bedding. But tonight, for the first time in all his years, the dragon couldn't drift off to a guiltless sleep: the face of Cynegyth remained with him, telling him he didn't know how to love.

That isn't true, he thought, a human woman is foolish to believe that. He had many loves. He was a creature of passion: passionate about the human body, for human knowledge, for human treasures. He hoarded all he could, because he loved it so.

But... he missed Cynegyth.

She hadn't really gone anywhere, he knew. He'd just turned her into some ashes in the midden pile. And honestly, he was relieved that she was gone. He wouldn't be tortured by her body or be annoyed by her whines and complaints. I should have gotten rid of her that way years ago, he thought.

But he missed her.

He stirred and flipped over, covering his face with the other wing. It was a strange sensation, for Erynsuge had never missed anyone or anything before. His parents kicked him out of the nest when he was old enough to hunt and fly, but he didn't miss them. They had their time, and now they were gone. The same went for all his old caves, they ones he used to amass his horde before finding the great cavern. He spent many happy hours in them, but he didn't miss them. Once they were gone, that was that.

So why did Cynegyth's face haunt him? Why did he want to see her again?

He lit a lantern and browsed his library, hoping for an answer in the great religious volumes. The monks were silent on the subject of longing for someone else. Erynsuge then turned to scientific works of the Ancient Greeks. They too had nothing to add.

It is a mystery, he thought, one that must puzzle the sages. If I ever meet a sage, I should have him discuss it with me before I eat him.

With a yawn, Erynsuge laid down again to sleep, but his body was tense and uneasy. His heart ached, which he attributed to 7.5 causing chaos in his innards. 

Well, he thought, when there's no one else to turn to, I have to turn to myself. He flipped over onto his back and spread his massive legs. Erynsuge rubbed the lips of his cloaca with his bony fingers like he'd done since he first discovered the parts between his legs. Self-abuse would ease him to sleep.

After a few minutes of coaxing, his cock slithered out. Hello old friend, he thought, it's reassuring that you're still with me. He caressed its head with his fingertips, and dipped a long finger into his hole. His muscles tightened around his finger, and he began to stroke.

In his mind's eye, he saw a Roman villa— not the ruins in the woods that housed beggars and thieves, but a marble palace at the height of its opulence. A long table prepared for a banquet was set before him, and Erynsuge dug in, licking the cuts of lamb off a silver platter. He heard footsteps behind him, and there was Cynegyth: very much alive, draped in a white stola so shear, Erynsuge could see her hard nipples pressing against the cloth.

"Cyn!" Erynsuge spun his upper body towards her and licked her mouth, doing his best to imitate what the humans called "kissing". He knew he was supposed to press their lips together, but with Cynegyth he didn't feel up to it. She held onto the sides of his head and lowered it down, a faint smile on her lips.

"You haven't gone away." He breathed in the perfumed scent of her chest. "You're still alive!"

"No," she said, "I'm still dead. You weren't able to control yourself."

"But I never ate you. I never even touched your body."

"True. You technically never broke our agreement." She smiled mischievously. "And since you never did, I'm going to give you a gift."

She walked her hands down the dragon's belly, and he perched on his hind legs.

"You mean... " 

Cynegyth grabbed his cock, and ran her tongue from its base all the way up to the tip. She circled its head with her tongue and kissed it, swallowing the precum that was beginning to flow.

"Oh baby..."

She swirled her tongue around his head and massaged it underneath, and then she cupped her lips around it and thrust her mouth back and forth.

"Ooh... oh my god..." Erynsuge had always wanted a blowjob, but terrified virgins never gave him the opportunity. The ancient texts on sex he read ridiculed the practice, calling it the domain of gay men and whores, but Erynsuge was enthralled. The entire length of his shaft was lit up with pleasure, and its tip was on fire. Erynsuge put his hands on top of Cynegyth's head, guiding her tongue to the most sensitive spot. When she hit it, his eyes crossed. 

"Doeth that feel good?" she murmured with a cock in her mouth. Erynsuge was too filled with pleasure to speak. His jaw dropped open.

She blew him for what felt like hours, but was likely only seconds. "Cyn," he said when he felt the tide rising, "I'm going to cum."

Closer now to the peak, he grabbed her skull tightly and thrust his hips to fuck her mouth. Cynegyth's eyes bugged out and she tried to shout.

"Don't talk now," Erynsuge grunted. 

He fucked harder and faster, sending Cynegyth off her feet. She flailed like a rag doll, her breasts bouncing underneath the stola. Erynsuge couldn't take any more. He went in deep, driving his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged, and he lost his load.

His spurts dribbled out of the edge of her mouth. He exhaled deeply and pulled out, sending her falling to the floor. The wave of orgasm rushed to fill his body, and he released a massive fireball that burned the dinner and set the curtains at the balcony on fire.

But then he saw that Cynegyth was laughing.

"You're... not burnt?"

Erynsuge felt like taking a nap on the villa floor and watching the curtains burn, but something drew him back to his cavern. Cynegyth stood with her arms crossed, wearing black robes: the robes of a witch.

"Of course I'm not burnt!" she cried. "I'm dead!"

Erynsuge saw his shriveling cock in his own hand, and he realized that Cynegyth had broken out of his fantasy.

"You are dead!" he said, scrambling onto his feet. "What are you doing back here?"

"You fool." She let out her hand, and a golden goblet filled with wine came flying into it. She drank. "You should have known that a woman who'd stand up to your wretchedness was no ordinary woman. No mortal woman, to be precise."

"So who do you claim to be?" Erynsuge crouched law and bared his teeth, smoke rising from his nostrils.

"Oh, you can't scare me with your dragon displays. I'm long over that." She downed the contents of the cup, and then it disappeared. "I come from an ancient line of sorceresses. My mother exchanged my mortal powers for the Thegn's blessing when I was young, but my death has happily returned them to me."

"You know what I hate?" He crept toward her in a crouch, stopping inches away from her face. "I hate immortals. They remind me how I have to die, and that's not polite of them."

"Is that so?" She ran her finger along his tooth, and it didn't cut her. "Then you'll really hate how I tricked you into giving me your seed."

"Trick!" Erynsuge bit at her head, but he only passed through air. "I gave you my seed willingly. How dare you claim..."

"It's even worse than you think." She pointed to his cloaca. 

"Remember how I claimed that you were incapable of love? Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. But just to test, I prepared a spell for your seed when I swallowed. If you can love, you'll carry on ravaging all the virgins you want to. But if you can't..."

She grinned wildly. Erynsuge lowered his rump and blocked her view of his privates.

"...your tool will never erect itself again."

"This is a lie," shot Erynsuge. "You're young and untrained. Your magic can't be that strong."

"Really now? Go ahead. Try it out."

She closed her eyes and vanished.

I'll show her, thought Erynsuge, rubbing his slit furiously. She only thinks she understands magic. Well, dragons aren't easily enchanted. 

His cock didn't appear.

It's worn out from that blowjob, he thought. My God, that was amazing... but it's worn out. It needs more help than usual.

He slowed down his rubbing, but his cock was still trapped inside.

Think back, he thought, who was that girl who was a 10/10. She was incredible! She fit me like a glove, and I rode her like a horse. Her skin was so pale and so soft...


Draconic Salvation



But even after minutes of reliving his encounter, his cock refused to show itself.

I'm getting old, he thought. He curled up to sleep, and assured himself everything would be normal in the morning.

When he woke up, his cock wouldn't emerge. Nor would it the next morning. Or the next week.

Three months passed. It was winter outside of Erynsuge's cavern, and down in the valley, the Thegn called the latest sacrifice and her family to his fortress. They trudged through the snow and were greeted with glum faces in the great hall.

"Saethryth," said the Thegn with a saddened tone. He patted her back. "It's an honor to see you in such good health."

"You're honored to see me?" she said. "What did I do to gain your esteem?"

Saethryth had turned eighteen a few days earlier and was old enough to be given to a husband, but there were few weddings in the village. The constant tribute to Erynsuge meant nearly all the village's girls eloped before they came of age. (The wilder girls had the village boys deflower them in front of witnesses.) With few wives to marry, the village sons abandoned their families and learned trades in the market town, leaving the fields fallow and weedy. It had become so hard to find suitable sacrifices, the village was forced to purchase virgins from the neighboring lands, stirring resentment among the other thegns.

But Saethryth was the exception. Years earlier, when her parents told her about the horrid deal the Thegn had struck with Erynsuge, Saethryth had sighed and said, "what must happen, must happen." Her friends urged her to find a suitor and flee with them, but she explained that someone had to stick around and keep the dragon satisfied, or else the village would be destroyed. Some of the villagers thought she was crazy, and others thought she was very wise. Saethryth herself had examined her lot in life— trapped for fifty years working a muddy field aside an equally muddy field hand— and concluded that being eaten by a dragon when she was still young and full of energy was the better option.

"Why do I honor you?" said the Thegn. "You're our only willing sacrifice, and you've come of age at the most crucial time yet."

He seated himself in his tall wooden chair, and the guests followed his lead. "I should be the last one to speak of it," he said, "but we are all dying. We have more mouths than food, and more fields than farmers. My treasury is running thin. Should our lands be attacked today, we could not afford the allegiance of our warriors. And should we end the tribute, Erynsuge will claim the land in retaliation, and we will be too weak to fight back."

"The solution is obvious," said Saethryth's father. "We must rally our men and slay the beast before he attacks!"

"Many have tried and failed," said the Thegn, "and they were warriors by trade. It would take all the armies in Christendom to slay Erynsuge, and the loss of life would be unthinkable. No one has returned from Erynsuge's lair since he turned against us. No man, I should say."

He turned his eyes to Saethryth, and the room followed.

"I believe he will listen if you beg his mercy and ask to renegotiate our agreement. Erynsuge's vulnerability is women: he likes them too much."

The room laughed politely. Saethryth's mother's face turned red:

"Yes... he enjoys crushing and destroying them! You can't negotiate with a monster!"

"Hear me now," said the Thegn. "Before our present feud, Erynsuge and I were under peaceful terms. He was my teacher, and he taught all nobles who would listen the lessons of the ancients. But we were compelled to borrowed from his horde in desperate times, and that broke our friendship. The terms of his interest were unbearable, but without them, we faced complete destruction."

The villagers nodded and murmured. The Thegn continued to stare at Saethryth, which made her uneasy. She bit her fingernail.

"You, dear child," he said, "you are our last hope. Should Erynsuge take your life before a new agreement is forged, it will be the end of our village. This is a great weight on your shoulders, I know. Do you accept it?"

"She's only a girl," sneered one of the Thegn's men. "She can't read or write or speak like a man."

"That's right," said another. "She's best fit for the kitchen... or the bedroom!"

The room burst into hearty laughter, but the Thegn waved his arms and silenced them.

"Let Saethryth speak for herself whether she wants to accept it. I must confess that I myself have heard her speak in the village commons. Not only does the girl speak like a man, she speaks like a learned man, with an intelligence beyond her years."

The Thegn gave her a grandfatherly wink. Until that moment, Saethryth had sincerely doubted she could negotiate with a dragon: he was a ruthless killer who could singe her at a moment's notice. But the Thegn's confidence in her made her question: Was she truly capable of convincing Erynsuge to end the deal? Was it even possible?

If the Thegn (who has fought great battles and lived far longer than I have) believes it's possible, she thought, then I'll believe it's possible too.

"Yes," she said, "I accept."

Her father shouted and covered his face. Her mother shrieked and began to cry. The Thegn nodded his head.

"Very well. Good luck, Saethryth daughter of Ecgbryth. My heart believes we will see you again, and now my head is nearly convinced."

Saethryth set out for the mountains immediately. Her mother and father were too distraught to see her off, and had to be helped home by her brother. Her guide, Randulf, led her through the snow and pointed out the trail among the jagged rocks.

"I've been doing this too long," he said, "and it always ends the same way. Bloody dragon. I try to run down the mountain before I hear the first screams, but I never make it." He shivered.

"What were the other girls like when you took them up the mountain?" asked Saethryth.

"For one, they didn't ask questions," he said. "They were scared out of their wits. Aren't you?"

"Of course! I'm absolutely terrified! But if I can't help my situation, there's no use acting more afraid than I already am, is there?"

"Hmmm. You are a strange one," he said.

The opening to the cavern appeared, tucked in the side of the mountain. "I don't go any further," said Randulf. "I hang back and make sure they don't run away. But you... you might not be thinking that."

"If I could run away, I would," said Saethryth. Her bottom lip trembled. "But there's nowhere for me to go."

She pulled on her hood, tucking it tighter around her face, and walked through the frozen wind to opening.

"Hey!" called Randulf. "I... I bet you'll do it!"

Saethryth forced out a smile. "Thanks." Then she turned around and entered the darkness. 

A few steps in, the cavern grew quickly warmer than the snowy air, and she took off her cloak. The stone passageway twisted back and forth, heading deeper into the mountain. Ahead was a bright light, and Saethryth realized it was gold from the dragon's treasure reflecting off the stone. She stepped into the open cavern and gasped.

The dragon was simply breathtaking. He was a mound of blue-gray scales with a swishing serpentine tail, and when he raised its head to watch her approach, Saethryth shrieked. His teeth were the length of knives, and it stared at her with narrow green eyes that had tiny slits for pupils.

"Oh," said Erynsuge, and Saethryth jumped at the sound of his booming voice. He had been stacking gold platters out of boredom, and now he rose and faced his guest. "Is it time for a sacrifice already? It seemed like the last was only a few days ago. No matter."

"My name..." choked Saethryth, "my name is Saethryth daughter of Ecgbryth."

"You're not too scared to talk? You're pretty brave." Erynsuge crept closer. His head now towered over Saethryth, and she shook with fright.

This is the end, she thought. I'm going to die, and the Thegn was wrong. He's going to kill me now...

"I see. Now you're scared." Erynsuge yawned, and the breeze it stirred sent Saethryth stumbling back. "It's always the same. Would you like to be eaten now, or later? It doesn't make much of a difference to me. I'm not particularly hungry, and these days I can't... It doesn't matter what I can't. Don't ask me again, I won't tell you what it is." 

"We must talk..." whispered Saethryth.

"What's that? Speak up!" He lowered his head to her level, and Saethryth shielded her eyes from the giant reptilian face in front of her. She felt her knees giving away.

"We must talk," she said.

"About what?"

She took a deep breath. "The agreement with the Thegn..." She heard her voice growing louder and she raised herself to her full height. "The Thegn wants to renegotiate... the terms of the agreement."

"WHAT!"

Saethryth covered her ears, but they still rang. Erynsuge sprung forward and blocked Saethryth's view, so that all she could see was his evil eyes. Sulphuric smoke pumped from his nostrils, and she coughed.

"Now you listen, human." His tongue flicked her blouse. "That agreement is none of your business. The Thegn borrowed a collection of my treasures and swore to repay, but that idiot had no such intention. He stole them and claimed they were ransacked by enemies. I made my terms of repayment clear, and I will not negotiate."

"Our village is dying... there are no more girls..."

"Do you think I care!" He sprayed saliva in her hair and over her face. " All your kind can die. Humans will only betray me in the end. What does a dragon care? I'm completely satisfied! You have no room to bargain!"

"If you were as happy as you say you are, you wouldn't be so upset to talk about the Thegn..."

Erynsuge roared and unclenched his jaws. For a moment, Saethryth was plunged into the darkness of his throat, and she screamed.

"Did you see that?" He closed his mouth and pressed his forehead against hers. "That's where you'll be in a few moments, Saethryth daughter of Ecgbryth. I look forward to destroying you!"

Saethryth shook again, and her teeth chattered. With the cold scales pushing against her, she was tempted to give in and embrace death. "Let go," went her thoughts. "Let go and let the dragon. He's so much more powerful than you. Just accept your fate and let him take over."

But no, she had given the Thegn her word that she would try to negotiate, and she still had a bit of room.

"You're angry because you know I'm speaking the truth," she whispered. "Something troubles you, dragon."

He took a step back. "I have a name, and it is Erynsuge. As long as you're alive, you will address me as such."

"I will do so, Erynsuge. I...I'm worried about you."

She was surprised at the words coming out of her mouth, but she carried on, hoping they would find their way:

"I'm worried because it is clear something disturbs you. The dragons the bards sing of delight in torturing their guests, but you hardly seemed interested in me until I brought up the Thegn."

Erynsuge cocked his head. He turned to the horde and let out a fireball, lighting up the room. 

"Indeed," he said. "It's as if you already knew me."

He sat on his haunches and whipped his tail against the side of the cavern.

"My last servant was a traitor. I have become lonely in her absence, and now..." He sighed a sulphuric sigh. "I hate to admit it, but... I'm impotent."

"Oh dear," said Saethryth. "I'm so sorry."

"Do you mean it, human?"

"I do. In the village, it is a shameful thing when a man loses his ability. His wife mocks him in the village commons, and he must beat her to keep his honor. It's a terrible thing to witness. I am so sorry for you."

"It's even more shameful for a dragon."

"I can imagine. The bards say dragons are honorable creatures."

Saethryth sat cross-legged and rubbed her eyes. The dragon slumped forlornly, staring at the ground. She hadn't seen this coming. Perhaps she had another bargaining chip...

"Lord Erynsuge..."

"Erynsuge will do."

"If I can cure your impotency, will you renegotiate with the Thegn?"

He raised his head. "Do you think you have a chance?"

"I'm no herbal worker, but I have as good a chance as anyone. My sister told me how the men rub themselves to feel pleasure..."

"I've already tried that," interrupted Erynsuge, "and it doesn't work."

"Maybe you need a gentler touch." She walked across the cavern and knelt at his side.

"You do that? You would give yourself willingly to a dragon?"

"I would to save my home."

"You are fearless, daughter of Ecgbryth." He rolled onto his back and spread out his legs. "You see that slit?"

"It looks like woman's parts..."

"It's called a cloaca!" he barked. "My tool is like a crocodile's. It emerges whenever it becomes aroused. Rubbing used to do the trick, but..."

Saethryth climbed over his lower limbs and touched his belly. His scales were hard and cold, but when she ran her finger down his lips, they were warm.

"How does that feel?"

"Like a finger touching me," said Erynsuge.

She rubbed her fingers back and forth and dipped them into the cloaca. It was burning hot. She rubbed against the side walls and felt his cock resting inside, deflated.

"How does that feel?"

"A little tingly, but nothing much."

She massaged the tip of the cock, feeling her hand heat up from its warmth. After a minute the dragon was still dry, but her own moisture was pooling. She wanted to stop: the strange attraction of a dragon's genitals was both turning her on and disturbing her. Still, she was here on a mission. She rubbed the walls of his cloaca at a faster pace, and a line of her cum dripped down and pressed against her panties. Saethryth turned red in embarrassment.

"Well?" said Erynsuge. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

She was too mortified to speak. 

"It's not doing anything for me," he said. 

She slid her hand out carefully. "I was attempting..."

"Yes?"

"I was attempting what I do to myself in the dark." Her face was completely flushed.

"Don't be ashamed. All creatures are born to love sex."

"But it's a sin!"

"Only if you want it to be."

Erynsuge slunk away from her and sat on his straw bed. "That's enough of that. I'm tired. Everything exhausts me these days." He yawned and laid down.

Saethryth's own fatigue had crept up on her. "Excuse me, Erynsuge, but..."

He looked up, and she was hit by a shot of fear when the dragon's eyes met hers. "I haven't cured your impotency, and I didn't know... what you had in mind... for me."

"Hmmm." He stretched his front limbs. "I can't say you look very appetizing. You're too articulate. I prefer prey that doesn't talk. Yes..."

He looked her up and down. "You'd make a good slave. Your breasts aren't that full, though. You'll have to keep your top on so you don't embarrass yourself."

Saethryth blushed again. "What will I do?"

"You will clean the cavern and arrange my horde. You see," he gestured to an uneasy pile of jewels with his tail, "I've made a mess of it without a helper to keep it in order."

"I'll do my best," said Saethryth.

"I'm sure you will. You seem sincere enough. Now, I'm going to sleep." He closed his eyes and rested his head.

Saethryth saw no place for herself in the cavern, so he laid next to the dragon and pressed herself against his back, slipping her body underneath his row of spikes. His scales were cool to the touch, but she felt a warmth radiating deep inside from what must have been his internal furnace. It was comforting, like a roaring fire across a room.

She stretched her arm beside him and rubbed her face into the plates of his scales. His breath rose and fell, and she pulled her body closer to hug him like a giant teddy bear. If Erynsuge knew she was there, he didn't let on.

In the next weeks, Saethryth strove to meet Erynsuge's expectations for her new role. He laid out his plan for how he wanted the horde arranged (by age of artifact, starting with the oldest at the center of the room and spiraling out from there) and what she should do when he hunted (stand guard at the entrance with a magical spear that would kill her if she escaped). Saethryth followed his instructions without complaint. She was truly surprised he hadn't eaten her yet, and even though she slept next to him peacefully each night, she still wondered if he would do her in.

He must have changed his plans, she thought. Hopefully I changed his mind about the Thegn's agreement as well.

Erynsuge was indeed satisfied with Saethryth's work. When he explained the age and era of the treasures, Saethryth listened intently and found locations that best flattered their beauty. Cynegyth had never tolerated his ramblings about civilization and the folly of humans, but not only did Saethryth listen, she commented and sometimes argued with him.

It takes a great deal of confidence to argue with a dragon, Erynsuge noted, and unlike old Cynegyth, she uses reason like the ancients taught. If he didn't know any better, he would have believed she was a dragon shapeshifted in the form of a human.

"Do you like it here?" he asked her.

"It's different than what I expected," she said. "From the stories I heard, I thought your lair was a torture chamber. But this," she swept her hands over his treasure. "This is more astounding than anything I could imagine. Greater than the cathedral! You've collected so much beauty and history."

"You can read these books if you'd like," said Erynsuge. "You can read, can't you?"

Saethryth shook her head.

"That's a crime against nature!" he said. 

So Erynsuge read to her from his library: first poetic lines from the Odyssey, and then Aristotle's Poetics and Rhetoric.

"I've never heard the priests discussing these works," said Saethryth. "Are they truly valuable, or do you only claim they are?"

"The priests have forgotten they exist," said Erynsuge. "The ancients explain so much of human nature, and the humans are fools to ignore them. Except you, of course. I think you must have dragon blood in your veins."

Saethryth blushed and turned her face away, and Erynsuge felt the urge to pick her up and smother her with a hug. The feeling was strange, so he cleared his throat and tried to forget it. "This diamond diadem... uh, needs polishing."

But Erynsuge couldn't forget it. He looked forward to when she went to sleep, waiting for her to touch his back. Sometimes she stroked his scales gently before she drifted off, and Erynsuge would be filled with a warmth he couldn't explain. Now when he looked at her, he didn't see a common human girl from the valley, but a budding goddess: a lowly servant who doesn't recognize that she is really Venus.

"Did you know," he said one morning after she woke up, "how beautiful you are?"

Saethryth shook her head and laughed. "My skin isn't fair, and my hair isn't smooth and silky. My eyes aren't large, and my voice is too soft. So everyone tells me."

"No, look." He handed her a jewel-encrusted mirror from the horde. "You see only yourself. I see the most beautiful, most intelligent woman in the world."

Her heart skipped a beat. Why was he flattering her so extravagantly? She looked to Erynsuge to judge his reaction: his angular face with the demonic eyes was looking down bashfully, the softest she'd ever seen him. Her tears flowed.

"Did I upset you?"

Erynsuge knelt and draped his bony, taloned fingers on her shoulder.

"I... don't know how humans court each other. I'd court you like a dragon, but we use lots of roaring and teeth gnashing, which I doubt you'd appreciate. If my words disturbed you... then I'll say no more. We'll let it be forgotten."

"No, no, it's not that." She wiped away her tears. "I don't know how people court, either."

She felt like she might faint, so she sat. Erynsuge crouched next to her. She sniffled and struggled to talk.




Draconic Salvation



"All my life, I was told that the unmarried girls of our village would be given to the dragon. That was my place, my role in the family. My sister was the beautiful one, so she was to leave home and marry. My brother was to inherit the farm, of course. And I was to help out at home until the day came when the dragon would take me. And that was fine. That's all I knew, all I planned for. I never even thought... that I..."

She sobbed. Erynsuge held out his wing and she used it as a handkerchief.

A strange transformation had taken place while Erynsuge listened to her story. He had put himself in her place, and it was if he had a sister who was to wed and brother who would be a farmer. And with that, he understood exactly why Saethryth was crying. He had so much power to help her, the power to offer a bit of himself to take away some of her sorrow. This was such a radical concept for a dragon, it stunned him for a few minutes. 

All the virgins he'd ravaged and eaten... they all had stories like Saethryth, and they suffered even more. Erynsuge shivered. But he couldn't bring them back to life. All he had to deal with was what was in front of him, and that was Saethryth. His beloved Saethryth.

He rubbed her back with his snout, and her tears stopped.

"Have you ever been kissed?" he said.

"No, I haven't."

"Neither have I. Do you want to learn?"

She nodded, her eyes red. Saethryth turned around and rose onto her knees. Their lips touched. She found dragon lips to be cold and scaly, which disappointed her: as she'd heard from her sister, kisses were supposed to be warm and passionate. But then the dragon exhaled on her hair and forehead, and the warm sensation from his furnace sent her heart racing. She pressed her lips tighter against his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Baby," he said, pulling her closer with his arms and running his fingers over her breasts. He flicked his tongue across her lips, which was piping hot. Thrilled, she cracked her lips and searched for his tongue with her own. The two met happily, and she breathed out in pleasure. Erynsuge reached into her blouse and rubbed the palm of his hand over her breasts and nipples. 

They broke apart, looked into each other's eyes, and returned as they were. Saethryth only pulled away when she was out of breath. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was wet, and she discretely rubbed a finger "down there".

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" he said.

"What's that?"

"It's beauty itself. Tell me, dear Saethryth... may I have the honor of taking your virginity?"

Erynsuge never imagined he would say that to any of his sacrifices, but Saethryth was beyond his wildest expectations. He desperately wanted her to accept him, and he would have abandoned his treasures and moved to the North Pole if she'd said so.

"You may, dear Erynsuge. But, I hate to bring it up..."

"What is it?"

"Aren't you... you know."

"I haven't forgotten. But there's more than one way for a woman to achieve pleasure." He flicked his tongue, touching the end of her nose.

Saethryth caught his message, and her pussy tingled in anticipation.

He dragged her skirt off with his talons. "Careful," she said, "I need to wear that later."

"I'll hire the best smith in the kingdom and make you a dress of solid gold. Don't worry about a thing." He ripped apart her undergarments and stared:

She was even more beautiful in the nude. Her soft skin glowed in the light of the cavern, and though her breasts were small, they were gorgeously curved. Her pussy lips were the palest pink, tighter than he'd seen on any virgin.

He bowed his head and rubbed it on her stomach. She tensed and arched her back, breathing out into his face. Then he licked her nipples, flicking over them with his tongue. She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. The dragon moved from her breasts to her bellybutton, and then pressed his face to her groin. Her pussy was flowing with juices, and Erynsuge eagerly lapped them up.

"Ooh," she said, "that's too much!"

He looked up, her cum running down his draconic chin. "What did I do wrong?"

"You're going too fast. Here, let me show you."

She grabbed his massive head at the sides and guided his mouth down. "There," she said. "Start there and go back and forth."

He did, brushing his tongue against her lips. She groaned, and a sensation arose in her like a wave about to knock her over into the sea. The wave crashed, and she cried out. 

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she whispered. She was floating in joy. "Something wonderful just happened to me."

"You had an orgasm!" 

Saethryth opened her eyes, and saw the dragon smiling with dozens of teeth. "Do you feel ashamed now?" he said.

"No," she said, "all I feel is pleasure."

"You'll feel it again," he said, and he dipped his tongue deep inside of her.

Erynsuge gave her three more orgasms before he admitted his tongue was worn out and needed a rest. Saethryth sat up, rubbed her face and ran her fingers through her hair.

"My God," she said. "Is all sex like that?"

"Only the very best sex." He guided her down with his muscular arms and straddled her body. He kissed her, breathing on her face in the way he'd learned she loved. She moaned with each breath, and Erynsuge tried to imagine other things he could do that would turn her on as much.

"You're poking me," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said, lifting his fingers.

"No," she said, "you're poking my foot."

He sat up and saw it: his cock was fully erect, hard as a diamond and red as a ripe apple.

"It's a miracle!" he shouted. He bent forward and kissed his shaft, which dribbled a drop of precum as a hello.

"Don't get too... cocky," said Cynegyth.

Both Saethryth and Erynsuge jumped. The sorceress watched them with a tilted head. "Well, now. Erynsuge gets to play with his peepee again," she said.

"Who are you?" said Saethryth.

"He didn't tell you?" She smiled devilishly. "I was his former slave, the one he was obsessed with. He used to call me his 'only one', because I refused to give in to his demands for sex. That's all he wanted, all the time."

"Is this true?"

Erynsuge hung his head in shame. "I cannot lie to you, my dear. Everything she says is true. I lusted after her, but that was all she was to me: a teasing toy I desperately wanted to fuck."

Saethryth held her hand over her mouth in shock. The dragon rose and circled Cynegyth. "When this woman cast her foul enchantment on me, she claimed it was a test to see if I was capable of loving another. Now that my cock has been restored to its former glory, it can only mean one thing."

He fell to the floor and bowed to Saethryth as if bowing to a king. "I love you. I love you, Saethryth daughter of Ecgbryth. I love that you understand the beauty of my horde, that you can grasp the words of the ancients, that you could forgive a dragon who once let his tool think for him. I was willing to live the rest of my days without it, spending all my hours in your arms. Can you forgive me?"

Saethryth considered his humbled form, while Cynegyth rolled her eyes. "What a display! All he wants is your pussy. You better cross your legs or he'll ravage you in your sleep."

But Saethryth shook her head. She bent over and kissed the top of the dragon's head.

"Disgusting!" shrieked Cynegyth, and she vanished.

Saethryth sat on the floor, and Erynsuge, still lying flat, laid his head in her lap. "Do you really want to ravage me?" she said.

"Yes," he said. "I want to fuck you so long, you'll piss cum for a week. I want to cram my cock into your hole until you scream— but I want to hear you scream in pleasure. I'll let you take the lead and do anything you want. Will you trust me to behave?"

She said nothing, but shoved his mouth into her pussy so violently, he at last had a hint of what his unwilling victims had felt. He started to come up for air, but she pushed down harder, smearing his nostrils with pussy juice.

"Take me," said Saethryth.

She faced him and rode his cock. Erynsuge held her around the waist and bounced her up and down, forcing his organ deeper with stroke until she had completely overtaken him and her pussy lips pounded against his scales.

"How are you... oof... doing?" he groaned.

She moaned and wiped the sweat from her brow.

The dragon sped up his pace, leaving a foam of their whipped up juices on the base of his cock. Saethryth leaned toward his mouth and licked his snout, and then gasped and closed her eyes.

"I just..." was all she could say before gasping again.

"That's good," whispered Erynsuge. "That's very, very good."

She held the sides of his head like a vice, and he lowered his hands to grab the sides of her butt. He bounced her now at a frenzied pace. Saethryth struggled for breath, and their combined juices flowed down her leg.

"My darling," grunted Erynsuge, "I'm going to come... and it's going to be really, really hot. Can you... oh gods! Can you take it?"

"Yes!"

He found himself losing control. Moments away from shooting his load, he threw his head back and let go of Saethryth. She pushed her feet against the ground and continued to fuck him, watching his mouth drop open and tongue flop out...

The first spurt made her groan, but the second spurt was ten times as big and five times as hot. Saethryth screamed at the top of her lungs and came, and the dragon let loose a primal roar that echoed throughout the cavern and rattled the treasures. She kept fucking, and his cum flowed out of her pussy and pooled between the two of them. He shot one final, tiny spurt, and she came again, struggling to breathe.

Erynsuge closed his eyes, paralyzed by pleasure. Saethryth bent forward and caught her breath. Her pussy was on fire with pleasure, but somehow it wasn't burned by the boiling cum. She eased herself off his now flaccid cock and kissed it.

"Let me hold you," he whispered.

She crawled into his arms, and they cuddled for the rest of the day. Both fell asleep, and when Saethryth woke, she saw that Erynsuge was still napping, a smile on his lips. She nuzzled under his chin.

"Tomorrow," he said, "I will fly to Thegn's castle and tell him he's paid enough interest for my treasures. There will be no more sacrifices."

Saethryth kissed him and hovered just above his lips.

"And then," he said, "he and his men will meet my dragon mate."

She sprung up, suddenly alarmed. "You have a mate?"

"Yes," said Erynsuge. He closed his eyes with a smile. "She's a human who thinks and fucks like a dragon. You probably know her."

Saethryth gave him a playful slap and kissed his cheek.