Dragonlayer.

	The scent of the dragon's breath, a heavy, bestial smell, filled the gloomy cavern, sending a shiver down Maia's spine and making her doubt her decision. Steeling herself, she approached the massive creature. A courtesan of some renown, Maia had entertained kings and generals of all races, winning each and every one of them over with her elven charms.
	This was different. No matter how wealthy or powerful they had been, her previous clients had been humanoid. Even her diplomatic mission to the Orcish states had been less perilous than this. Nevertheless, it had to be done. One job, and she would have more wealth than she ever dreamed of.
	“The sum is decided, then?” she called out, into the cave. A moment later, the answer boomed out.
	“The sum is decided, courtesan,” Redghoulas, grandest dragon in the entire land, replied, “Come, and earn your pay.”
	Maia entered, casting aside her flimsy silk garments and looking upon her client. The dragon was huge, immense even, but his eyes burned with a noble fire. Already, examining her delicate form in great detail, the creature was becoming aroused. The dragon's penis, breathtaking in size, unsheathed itself and grew to full size.
	She had told herself what to expect, over and over again, but Maia was still shocked by the size of the thing. It was easily longer than her entire body, and wider than the span of her shoulders. Broader at the base, it tapered off to a pointed tip, heavy drops of precum already forming and dropping to the ground.
	The bestial scent Maia had smelled on the dragon's breath intensified, and she felt her insides stir. It had been said that dragon's seed was a potent aphrodisiac, and Maia could very well believe the stories. She approached the colossal member, running one hand along the side. It felt leathery, but soft and it was slick with a lubricating fluid. Thick veins, each as wide as her wrist, rang along the length of it. When she touched the organ, Redghoulas let out a deep, satisfied sigh. It had, apparently, been countless years since he had known a woman. Dragons, in this day and age, were incredibly rare.
	Maia took a few moments to limber up, stretching out her joints and gathering her courage. It was possible, should she do a poor job, that she would not survive the encounter. Starting at the base, she climbed onto the dragon's penis, straddling it with her naked body. A dexterous and flexible woman, she was easily capable of gripping the organ with her strong thighs.
	Starting slowly, Maia began to rock her hips back and forth atop the dragon's penis, rubbing her own sex against it. The motion brought pleasure to her as well, and soon her own fluids were mixing with those of the dragon. As she grew wetter, she was able to slide herself further along the shaft, keeping a tight grip on the pointed head with both hands. Redghoulas growled in pleasure, shifting and slowly beating his wings.
	After a while spent sliding along the length of his shaft, Maia leaned forwards, pressing her entire body against the hot, throbbing organ. By combining pulling with her arms and pushing with her legs, she could caress the entire length of the dragon's penis with her body, occasionally stopping to grind against a sensitive area with particular vigour. Her own nipples tingled from the stimulation of rubbing them against the organ and soon Maia was laughing with pleasure. What had she ever been afraid of?
	An especially deep growl from Redghoulas told Maia that she had found a good area to focus on, just beneath the tip. Holding herself in place with her legs, she swirled her hips around the sensitive spot, teasing it with her slit. As she thrust herself against the dragon, Maia placed deep, hungry kisses on the tip of the dragon's penis, licking and caressing it with her tongue.
	She alternated between massaging the entire shaft and that one sensitive spot for some time, until the dragon's growls took on a new urgency. The beast was near orgasm, Maia suspected, and that meant she would have to put on the performance of her life. She turned around so that her plump backside was facing the tip and resumed her motions. A few errant moans escaped her own lips, practically unheard beneath the dragon's dull roars, as she teases her clit against a thick, blood-hot vein.
	As the dragon reached orgasm the cock, which had never been particularly still to start with, began to tremble even more, twitching furiously. All Maia could do was hold on, a task made more difficult by a new flood of precum and other secretions. Eventually, she was thrown clear of the dragon by one final, explosive convulsion, landing rather ungracefully in a pile of gold coins. The fall hurt her pride more than anything else, but that was nothing compared with what was about to happen.
	Roaring and beating his wings, Redghoulas reared up and climaxed, a literal flood of cum spraying forth from the tip of his cock. Thick, strong-smelling and brilliantly white, the liquid covered Maia and the pile of gold she was lying on. She caught a mouthful of it, almost choking on the intense taste. Spitting to clear her mouth, Maia laughed out loud, trying to stand up only to slip on the now flooded cave floor. It felt like it would take a thousand baths to wash all the cum out of her hair, but she didn't care. She was rich and, perhaps more importantly, she would go down in history.