Was it really so bad, being captured by her? To be completely honest with himself, the knight knew the exact answer.

	Yes, he had been the one to issue a challenge out to her, calling the beast an abomination and a coward. When she answered his summons, he flinched for the briefest of moments; she did not appear to be at all like what the villagers claimed she looked like. Rather than a great scaled wyrm with monstrous talons and serrated teeth, the 'dragon' was instead in the form of a maiden, with long red hair and glinting blue eyes, her magnificent wings and clawed feet being all that betrayed her true nature. She was feisty, for sure; she tore into his armor like a wolf ripping into a carcass, even drawing blood from her frenzy. At the sight of the red ooze, however, she seemed paralyzed; her eyes widened as her mouth curled into a wicked grin, and without a single warning she grabbed him with her sturdy arms, lifting him into the air and spiriting him away into her lair.

	She finished sundering his armor, tossing aside the ruined platemail like it was the husk of a corn-cob. Laying there, still bruised and bleeding, the knight had become exposed to whatever devilish machinations she had in store. She opened her mouth wide, and the warrior closed his eyes shut, not wanting to know what his last moments looked like. What came next, though, was not the ripping of tooth on flesh, nor was it the roar of a quickly-nearing gout of flame. Instead, the knight was taken by surprise when he felt soft lips press against his own. He reeled back, opening his eyes to see the dragon-woman blushing, her breathing shallow as she sat upon his hips, an impish smile on her face. The warrior swallowed loudly, embarrassed at his own thoughts; she looked... almost human, almost beautiful, sitting like that. She rushed him again, locking her ruby lips against his own, moaning into his mouth as she did. Her clawed feet were toying with his waistband, and before long they managed to pull his undergarments down to his ankles.

	The knight once more backed away, the sudden air upon his revealed member making him inhale sharply. The draconic woman slowly slid down his chest, letting her torso rest for the briefest of moments upon his shaft, before finally coming to a stop with her face immediately above it. Her warm breath, combined with the simple attention she was giving him, made his cock spring to life, nearly reaching up to her lips in length. The knight shook at the sight, licking his lips. The wyrm, too, licked her lips, although she teased him as she did, letting the faintest touch of her tongue brush against his tip. The man groaned in pleasure, which she took as a positive, as she smiled at him one last time before tilting her head forward, kissing his cock-head before letting it slide agonizingly-slowly into her awaiting mouth.

	The warmth and affection that the warrior felt from her was too much, and without thinking he grabbed onto her head, quickly withdrawing his hands not long afterwards. He looked into her hair to see two short points jutting from underneath the crimson hair; horns, in the perfect positions for grabbing on. He did just that, gripping them tightly as he used them to guide her head up and down his shaft, picking up speed and force until he was facefucking her roughly. He could feel her throat press against his tip, before shoving past and gagging the poor girl. The dragon-woman gurgled in pleasure, taking in his entire length and letting it slide down her soft throat, perfectly fine with his rough forcefulness. After several minutes of this, she suddenly pulled off his cock, a string of precum still connecting her lower lip to his shaft. The knight wanted to ask why she had stopped, when he was absolutely on edge to release. Before he could choke out his words, however, she slid back up his chest, kissing him furiously as she positioned herself over his prick.

	The knight could barely contain himself, as he grabbed onto her hips with his calloused hands, and slammed her upon his cock, her warm and inviting folds giving him no resistance as he pierced her. She shook at his member, moaning as she ground her hips into him, letting their skin slap against each other and filling the cave with echos of their lovemaking. And that's what it was; furious, primal, untamed lovemaking, the end result of two lost souls needing instant fulfillment and gratification. Their scent wafted off of them, the musky and heady aroma of their sex filling their minds with desire. Their eyes were locked with one another, both glazed over in pure passion, as the man could feel his dam about to burst.

	He exploded inside her, wave after wave of pleasure overcoming him as he filled her insides with his semen, painting her cervix and womb white with his seed. The dragon-girl screamed out at the same time, clenching tightly around his shaft as she, too, reached her climax. The man pumped more, letting loose more cum than he'd ever given out before, until even her innards were filled and the remaining semen dribbled out of her, coating their hips with the sticky fluid as they kissed once more, the fragrance of their love-juices making both of them sleepy. Before either knew it, they had fallen into slumber.

	That was 6 months ago, the knight remembered dully. He still remembered every amazing second of their first chance meeting. He looked over from the pile of hay he was reclining on, and smiled; he saw the dragon-maiden, her wings still as red as her hair, her smile just as lovely, and a rotund belly making it obvious that their first episode of passion was fertile. He loved how lewd she was while she was pregnant, wanting to have sex with him practically every day since then. She still did not know how to speak the human tongue, but her actions far outspoke anything she could have possibly said. The warrior stretched out a bit before standing up, walking over to his lover slowly and wrapping his arms around her. She froze, looking up at him with her beautiful, glistening blue eyes. He smiled back at her, before giving her a long and romantic kiss. "I love you, my dear maiden." She responded in kind, using her tongue to make get point across. She broke it off, a string of saliva connecting their lips, as she slurped it up and smiled cutely again.

	There wasn't need for words. He knew what his answer was. He wouldn't have traded that day away for all the gold in the world.