Tags: DragonxMage, vanilla

WARNING: This story is a sequel. To read what came before it please read Jarun's Apprentice which you can find here: http://pastebin.com/i4kxF6pZ


The sun was rising in the east. A young mage walked along the narrow path up the side of mountain. The mage carried a parasol to keep the sun from hitting her delicately pale face. It was not long before she found the cave entrance she was looking for. Now, this was no regular cave opening, no. Around its edge was an intricately made archway of carved stone. Once in the cave there were flat stone walls and torches lighting the whole way. She had been through this maze enough times to know the quickest route. Having been a pupil of the dragon who lived in this cave, the wizard Ami was accustomed to coming to and from the cave. She eagerly awaited his riddles which had changed every day she have been there. She looked forward to it.

The cave ended in a dead end and upon the wall was written in draconic “Who is the greatest pupil a dragon could have?” Ami laughed at the wall’s words.

“Me,” She said with a slight smug tone to her voice.

The wall opened up revealing a new path way and she continued into the cave. It wasn’t long until she found a new wall with a new “riddle”. 

“Whose hair is whiter than the clouds? Whose eyes are redder than a rose?” Was scrawled into the wall.

“Mine,” a slightly embarrassed voice said.

Once again the wall split open and she progressed through the dragon’s labyrinth. Until she came to the final wall, in her shortcut there were only ever three riddles. 

“Who is the fairest maiden in all the land?”

 Ami’s skin glowed pink as she blushed heavily and sheepishly answered the riddle. “Me.” 

The wall opened to reveal the dragon’s lair. It was more like a study in a castle rather than a cave. While some dragons hoarded gold, this dragon hoarded knowledge. Large bookshelves covered the walls. There was a small desk and even an ornate globe. The dragon had dabbled in potion making and thus a few flasks with unknown liquids had begun to pile in a corner. In the center of this room, sitting upon the lavish rug that truly tied the room together, was Jarun the Uproarious. A small set of spectacles sat on his nose. He looked up from his book as Ami entered the room. Parting his thick lips there was a toothy, white smile as he greeted his pupil.

“Good morning, Ami. Did you enjoy the riddles today?” He seemed rather proud of himself.

“They were a little too easy.” Ami laughed, hoping he would not notice her blushing skin. This was of course impossible due to her complexion. 

“Were they now?” The book he held closed with a heavy crack. “My my, I must be losing my touch with my riddles.” He crawled over to her and his long body coiled around her. With a grin that never left his face he said, “I’ve been waiting for you to arrive.” 

“Oh? Is that so?” She pulled out her spell book. “What school of magic are we learning today?” Though her naive voice implied she was only there to learn today, she had an idea that Jarun had other plans. 

“We will get to that.” He pulled the book from her hands and tossed it aside. He dropped two clawed hands to her shoulders and growled lightly in her ear. “I’ve a surprise for you.” 

Without another word Jarun darted across the room. He scuttled to a bookshelf and ran upon the shelf as a spider walks on walls until he came to a wardrobe beside one of the many bookcases. He rifled through it for a moment and produces a royal blue silk dress. Many frills and golden embroideries adorned the fabric. Holding it gently in his mouth he ran on all fours back to Ami. 

“This is for you.” His jaw dropped the royal attire into her hands.

“You’ve been reading the maiden and dragon stories again, huh?” Giggling, Ami examined the dress in her hands. “Do you just keep dresses incase maidens show up at your door?”

A claw reached beneath his horns nervously. “It’s more about exciting my imagination.”

“Oh?” Ami took off her plain robes and stood for just a moment in her bloomers before slipping her ghostly figure into the dress. “And just what would you do to me in such a dress?” She held up the hem and gave a light twirl. 

 With haste the rather excited dragon coiled himself around her, resting a clawed hand on either shoulder. His hot breath rolled across the back of her neck. 

His cock had already slipped from his groin once he saw her in the dress. He pressed his rigid erection to her back, letting it glide across the smooth fabric. His long neck curved around her and his nose pressed to her crotch, sniffing a bit. His nostrils flared and soon he pressed his nose beneath the dress. The ridges on the dragon’s snout rubbed against the sensitive mound between Ami’s legs. The girl instantly became wet, filling the dragon’s nose with another wave of delightful smells. 

He gave another rumble from his snout before pulling his snout back ever so slightly. His scaly lips caressed her lower ones as Ami let out a bit of a surprised gasp. As he playfully nipped at her through the cloth, his throat rumbled the whole way. He played and toyed with her until he could feel her juices soak the bottom of her bloomers. With a smile that showed his pride, Jarun pulled himself from beneath her skirt.

“Seems like you’re all ready for me now, my precious maiden.” The dragon pushed her gently onto her back to his plush rug and reached a claw beneath her skirt. The talon tugged at her bloomers and pulled them off. In seconds the dragon’s cock stuffed itself deep within Ami’s tight hole.

Blood rushed to Ami’s face. She always liked that nickname. Since Jarun had taken her virginity a few months ago she had grown accustomed to his strange ways, and more importantly his thick dragon dick. 

Having read many books on the subject of dragons kidnapping maidens and doing what they please with them, Jarun had romanticized the idea. He did not wish to harm Ami, nor any other maiden. He simply wanted one to share his time with. The knights always slayed the dragon in those stories, he wanted to be the knight to the maiden. Luckily, when he met Ami he had felt as though he had achieved this. 

With light thrusts the dragon pushed himself deeper into his lover. Ami held her composure as best she could. She released a whimper of that unique mix of pleasure and pain that she had come to enjoy so much. As he thrusted within her, Jarun’s teal tongue slipped from his mouth and placed a slimey kiss upon her cheek. Ami was in ecstasy. Her hands locked onto his head’s ridges and pulled his face to meet her’s. She placed a deep kiss on his thick lips, even pushing her own tongue passed them. Opening his maw to greet his lover his tongue snaked out and pushed deep into Ami’s mouth. The wet, strong muscle swirled around within her mouth. She moaned as this happened, her voice vibrating his tongue. Her whole body clenched around him and with his tongue and cock filling her it was simply too much. Ami spasmed and came. Her orgasm caused her to tighten around Jarun’s erection and he soon noticed he would come as well. Once she had relaxed and released him, he pulled from her wet hole as his cock erupted with his thick white seed. The dragon’s cum had covered his lover and the dress he had asked her to wear. His oversized cock caused his forceful load to fly and cover Ami from head to toe in his fluids. With a contented snarl he collapsed beside Ami on the ground, pulling her in close with a clawed hand.

“I love you, my gorgeous maiden.” His thick ridges nuzzled into her pale hair.

“And I you, my favorite dragon.” Ami nestled herself against Jarun’s chest. She wondered if she would ever get to study her magic today, but she decided that she was much too tired for that. Sex with Jarun had always seemed to take so much out of her. As she listened to her dragon lover’s steady heartbeat the mage had drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Jarun’s gentle claws.