2 comments/ 5951 views/ 9 favorites The Twilight Dragon Ch. 01 By: roftlheory Author's note: This is the first chapter in my newest series, just giving fair warning for those really get into stories, updates may not be regular, so I appreciate your patience. I read all the comments so feel free to share any opinions, ideas or general comments. I'll probably be writing some more oneshots on the side so feel free to suggest other pairings too. Enjoy :D ***** I know I am a goner when they approach me, there are five of them, all in black, twisted mean grins on their faces. Here outside the village there is no law, and criminals and outlaws roam freely. Occasionally an adventurer would come by, pick up a bounty or two and clean the place up a bit, but the forests were heavily wooded and stretched out for miles. The sun is setting, and I normally would've been back in my tree home by now, but the stream that once yielded a fish or two now had nothing, and I had to continue down towards the river, farther away from my home. One of them pulls out the biggest blade I've ever seen, and my stomach drops. "Hello there, pretty." I decide wisely not to return the pleasantry and run, dodging trees and jumping over logs, but there's five of them and one of me, and eventually my legs give out. I fall to the ground, rocks and twigs dig into my exposed skin. I feel a hand grab my hair, painfully yanking my head up. I let out a scream, but it only makes them laugh. I shut my eyes as I feel hands grab my shoulders, the sound of the knife cutting through my thin clothes, and then the sound of their cruel laughter is all that I can hear, I try and shut them out. I am yanked impossibly high, and now I have to open my eyes, I can feel cold air in my face, and I see the men on the ground, growing smaller and smaller the higher I go. For a brief, insane moment, I think I've learned how to fly. And then I look up and see the giant winged dragon that has me in its claws. I open my mouth to scream but this time nothing comes out. I am frozen in fear as those giant black wings beat, taking me farther and farther away from my home. I am terrified of struggling, so instead I dangle between those claws, until I feel my stomach drop again as we slowly start descending. The dragon switches me to his front claws, and we land more gracefully than I thought, though my whole body is clenched in fear, I feel as if I am so brittle I might break. We are on the edge of a frighteningly high cliff, and with me still in his claws, the dragon carries me towards the dark entrance of a cave. He walks along the dark tunnel until we reach a massive wooden door. He pushes it open and we enter. Torches on the walls illuminate the rooms, a large firepit in one room, a large bed in another. He carries me to the bedroom, sets me down and turns me to face him. He stands taller than any man, his body is jet black scales with red streaks, and he is heavily muscled. "You are injured. I have something for that." His deep voice shocks me, up until now I had no idea that dragons still existed, much less that they could speak. He walks over to a large table and comes back with a mortar and pestle, begins grinding something that has a strong minty smell. I watch him cautiously, perhaps he saved me from a group of thugs, whisked me away to his den. But I'm not out of the woods yet, he wants something in return. Why else would he take me up here, and not just scare away the bandits in the woods? He looks up to see me staring at him, and when he grins pale white teeth the length of kitchen knives glisten in the flickering light of the torches. With one swift slash of his claws my raggedy clothes fall to the ground, leaving me nude. I cover my breasts quickly, looking down instinctively. That is a mistake. I can see him, a large phallus that has emerged from between his legs, shadowed and hard to see, but there's no denying the enormous size of him. I look up quickly. "What's your name?" I ask, trying to make conversation. "Duke." "I'm Lianne. Th-thank you for saving me." I stammer nervously as he applies some sort of cooling balm to my cuts. He acknowledges me with a curt nod and a cocky grin. He is not afraid of showing off those deadly looking teeth. "I'm just glad that I got there in time. Sit." It's a command, I don't like the thought of sitting down nude, I don't want to expose any more of myself, but his heavy hand on my shoulder pushes me off balance, I stumble and sit down ungracefully on his bed. I cross my legs quickly, hiding the most intimate part of myself. He watches me do it. Is it my imagination or does he actually lick his lips? He leans in to examine my cuts, and I can feel his warm breath on my breasts, and my eyes sneak downward against my will. I almost gasp, seeing him up close, his prodigious erection, the same color of the rest of his body, red with black streaks. And that glorious head...he is already dripping with precum, a clear strand of liquid that threatens to break and drop onto the floor. "God, you're so beautiful." I look up and he's looking intensely at me, his clawed hands grip my shoulders and his long tongue comes out, long and big enough that he is able to wrap it around my left breast. I gasp at the sudden assault. My mind doesn't know how to respond to this unfamiliar but pleasurable sensation, my breast has been wrapped in a hot, wet embrace, it squeezes me tightly, holding me hostage. He plays with my other nipple with his clawed hand, tugging on it enough to make me let out a moan. The tip of his tongue finds its way up to my open mouth, pushes its way inside. I try to shout out a protest, but my mouth is filled with his tongue and all comes out is a lewd and wet "Mmhghhh!" He starts thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, against my lips, sliding up against my tongue in a sexual way. I can't move, he has pinned my arms to my sides as he tongue fucks me relentlessly. He controls every aspect of the situation, he decides when I get air, I'm pushed almost to my limit before his tongue pulls out and I'm gasping, and then the tongue is pressing against my lips again, demanding access. I let him in every time. I suck on his big tongue, but soon he has other plans, he moves back and I am left with nothing but empty air. "Duke." I frown, starting to sit up. He immediately pushes me down. "Stay." His deep growl makes me cringe, I oblige timidly and stare at the ceiling. Someone has painted the ceiling like the night sky, the stars glimmer like diamonds, like-I feel something hot and wet press against my thigh, the way it wriggles I know it's Duke teasing me with his tongue. He presses it against my mound, against my outer folds. I certainly wasn't expecting this from the big bad dragon, Duke gently parting my lower lips, exploring every fold. From the satisfied grunts I can tell he likes how I taste. His tongue brushes up against my clit. I want him there, and my hand reaches down automatically to keep him there. He swats it away, and the air changes. His tongue runs rough on me now, fast. He moves lower, and I can feel him at my entrance. He dips in a little, and I squirm, spreading my legs more to invite him in deeper. He wraps his arms around my legs, and I am pleased at this intimate gesture until I realize what he has planned. His tongue flicks near my clit, enough to send jolts of pleasure coursing through me. But not enough. Soon he has me squirming, breathless and wild. "Please, Duke." My voice is ragged as he denies me release. Finally, I feel him at my entrance. I'm so wet by this point that when his thick tongue enters me there's very little resistance, I have nothing but the exquisite feeling of his big tongue slowly making its way inside of me. I grip the sheets with sweaty hands, fuck, the feeling is almost orgasmic. He starts thrusting in and out of me with his tongue, I'm moaning and gasping, he must be feeling my walls clench up against him. His hands grip my thighs tightly, his rhythm speeds up. I have a tear in my eye, the pleasure is so overwhelming. He puts his fingers up against my clit, massaging it as he tongue fucks me. With a cry I'm gone, waves of pleasure engulf me, he doesn't let up, his tongue continues to wriggle about even as I orgasm, his fingers tease my oversensitive clit, ripping another orgasm from me, I try to move away but he has my legs secured with his powerful arms. I can feel myself peaking again, my pussy so tight against his tongue that I'm shocked he can take the pressure. I keep waiting, waiting for myself to go over the edge but his wriggling tongue and fingers make me find higher levels of pleasure that I have never experienced before, my mouth is open in a large O shape, amazed that one person could feel so much. Finally I come once more, squeezing him over and over again until I have nothing left. He crawls on top of me and I kiss him gratefully, he tastes like me, slightly sour and tangy. He wipes the tears of joy from my face and slides a pillow underneath my head, inviting me to sleep, and I do. The Twilight Dragon Ch. 02 I wake up alone, which would have been a normal day except for the fact that when I did, it was in a stranger's bed, and if my memory served me correctly, a dragon's lair. I shove the tangle of blankets away from my body and leap to my feet, feeling the soreness between my legs. I don't know where Duke is, but I am not going to let this opportunity pass by. I wrap myself in the red blanket and sprint out of the bedroom, heading towards the tunnel, and almost run into the giant dragon. "Were you thinking of leaving?" He walks forward and I start stepping backwards. "No-no." I stammer. "You know, you have not been very grateful to me for saving your life." He stares at me with piercing, glowing, yellow eyes. "I am, really." With little distance between us, he is imposing, towering over me, he's so close I am aware of the little details of his body. I feel the heat radiating from his body, and how his nostrils flare with his every breath. He moves forward and places his hands on either side of my legs. "Oh?" He raises one eyebrow. "I think you were trying to leave. You were going to leave me here all by myself, aroused and bothered..." I feel something hard press against my thigh against the fabric of the blanket. I don't have to guess at what it is. "No, I am grateful, really." I put my hand against his muzzle, stroking the hard scales. He watches me suspiciously, but he is waiting to see what I do next. I take the time to examine him. In the drawings in books I've seen at the library, dragons were always depicted as creatures that moved on all fours. They don't usually let street urchins into the library so perhaps there are different types of dragons I haven't read about. He is almost human-like, I think I read the word before, bi-pedal? Aside from the scales he has proportions like a man only larger. I think in the dark he could be mistaken for one if he tucked his leathery wings back like he has now. Well, that and this... I stroke the two white horns that emerge from the back of his head prominently. He growls, a pleased noise. He brings his hand up to touch my hand. Oh yeah, and those deadly looking claws. Men don't have those either. My mind runs through several scenarios, I am used to doing this, I've lived most of my life alone, you learn to think on your feet very quickly or really bad things happen. I gently take his hand and put it to his side in what I hope was a seductive way. I'm not bad looking if I do say so, sure I may not have the curves that the barmaids flaunt naturally, I'm lean from never having very much to eat, but hopefully he likes the dark haired, lithe type. With the towel still wrapped around my body, I drop one side, exposing my shoulder. The dark red cloth contrasts sharply with my pale skin, and I see his eyes light up. I know I have a part to play, to seduce him and put him at ease. When he is asleep then I can make my escape. I'm not sure how long dragons sleep, but hopefully it'll be enough time for me to get down this mountain to and escape to the forest where I can hide. His tail twitches excitedly as I tease him by showing off one of my dark nipples. His large red tongue comes out and flicks over his lips as he eyes me. I let the blanket drop down onto the ground as I put my hands on his muscular chest, running my hands over the smooth, leathery skin. He reaches to tweak a nipple and I push his hand away. "Nuh-uh." I wave a finger at him. He lets out a huff but leans back to rest on his elbows. I slowly crawl on top of him, straddling those muscular, powerful legs. His cock juts from his body almost sleepily, lolling on its base. It is only the second time I've seen a cock, the first time was my first time, and it was over pretty quickly. He had been a cute vagabond passing through the village on his way to the city. We had gotten along pretty well and I had liked him. He was decently endowed, but he was nothing compared to this...I'm not even sure I can wrap my hand around him, he's so thick. Already I see a tiny bead of precum glisten on the tip. And even though I know I could not take this prodigious erection, I feel clenching deep below my belly. "Mesmerized?" Duke jerks his leg and I have to grab on to his legs to get my balance. "Uh, no." I chuckle nervously. "I'm not going to bite." Duke says teasingly. "Well, not unless you want me to." He bares his set of sharp pearly whites that send a chill up my spine, but it's more of a thrill now than fear. I reach out and rub his legs for a few seconds and he relaxes, leaning back to rest his head on the pillow. When I touch him, he lets out a soft sigh. He feels marvelous, the skin is so soft and yet he is so hard underneath, I rub him him all over just exploring him and he starts groaning. I rub his cockhead, the beautiful ridge. I want to taste him. I kiss the tip of him and he moans loudly. I feel the heat of him, warm against my lips, I lick the slit and I get to taste that enticing little bead of precum, he tastes sweet, and the gooey texture is fun to swallow. I open my mouth and take him, and I can feel him jerk, and the hand on the back of my head. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, and I can tell from the sounds he's making that he appreciates it. I lap at the sensitive underbelly of his cock and he's squirming. "Feels good." He mumbles happily, rocking his hips. But it's only a few seconds of this that he starts to move away. "Wait. Stop." He sits up and I am confused. He gets off the bed and soon I understand as we switch places and I'm the one lying on the bed. "I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer if you had continued doing that." he says with a chuckle. "And I wouldn't be able to do this." He starts giving me kisses me, starting from my lips and downwards. Before I can react he has pushed my legs apart and he kisses me there. I gasp when I feel his warmth against my clit, and when he starts licking me there my head is dizzy with desire. I can't believe the way he is, the way he just takes, does what he pleases. I have only met him yesterday and already he is eating me out and making me squirm and throb. He is panting from what probably is excitement, and I can see him stroking himself. "I'm going to try something." he informs me. "Just let me know if you want me to stop." He spreads my legs wider and I can feel his tip brush up against my folds. He moves around easily, a combination of his saliva and my wetness making it very slippery. He prods against my entrance and I have to take in a breath, it feels good, and I want him inside of me. He presses up against me and I feel a surge of arousal as I feel part of him enter me. He pushes for a bit more and I wince, he backs off immediately. "I guess not." He says in a surprisingly cheerful tone. "Oh well, perhaps with more practice. This means I get to spend more time on you anyway." He says, waggling his big tongue. "No, let me." I say, sitting up and patting the bed. He looks surprised but pleased, and lies down again. I rub his body, running my hands over the scales. I end at his erection and stroke him a few times before I take him in my mouth. I suck eagerly at the tip as I do so. He has softened somewhat and his cock feels less full, more like it is surrounded by hard ropes, but I devote all my attention to him and soon he is full and ready in my hand again. "Mmm..." He rumbles. "Faster." I'm pumping him fast now, moving the skin up, reaching the bottom of his tip before going back down. I take my mouth off of him and focus on my hand. When he flexes I can feel his cock broaden so my hand has a hard time gripping him. His panting is getting feverish now, and with a groan he comes, I am amazed at the large stream of liquid that erupts from his cock, it shoots over my shoulder almost effortlessly, and then he jerks his hips again and this time a small stream, this one doesn't make it as far and most of it lands on my right side. One more time and liquid splashes against my breasts, hot and sticky. I sit there shocked as it drips from my hair. Duke opens his eyes and takes me in. "That's a good look for you." He says with a chuckle, and I stick out my tongue at him. "You should give some sort of warning next time." My right side is practically coated with his cum, and it is dripping down in a very distracting way. "Maybe." He sits up and rubs the cum on me. "Do you want to taste it?" "No." I say petulantly. "You should lick it off." To my surprise, he does, and the feeling of his velvety tongue on me is enough to get me turned on again. "Sleepy." He says afterwards, lying down onto the bed. I'm very disappointed actually, but now is my chance. I make sure his breathing is steady and deep before I make my escape.