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The dragon's sacrifice was a ceremonial role that so many young people in the village coveted. It was meant to bring the gift of fertility to the people, and a bountiful harvest to the fields in the valley before the mountain.
Every year, a young villager is chosen to stand before the mountain and wait for the dragon to appear. Everyone knew they'd come back down with some small token to symbolise their courage, and the rest of the year would be filled with overflowing fruit baskets and ever-expanding families.
Neighbouring villages would send gold with their sons and daughters in exchange for a chance to share in this gift. The gold would then make it into the mountain, never to be seen again. But it kept them safe and fed and happy, so they were happy to provide.
This year, you stand on that mountainside, wreathed in gold chains and sparkling jewels, shivering in the evening breeze. You'd waited a long while for the dragon to appear, as your family and the village elders watched on, their boredom overtaking their pride unfortunately quickly.
Your younger sister shifts from foot to foot, patience wearing to breaking point.
"Should we just go and wait at home? It's not like you won't be long now, and we can't keep everyone out past dark up here-"
"Wow, I get offered to a dragon and you want to leave me to it? Nice one, thanks, I'll remember this when you get chosen."
"If! If I get chosen! You might be the lucky one this year, maybe I wont have to do this at all-"
The elders hush your squabbling, for an unnatural wind had taken hold of the surrounding trees and the sound of beating wings was unmistakable.
They shield their eyes from the blistering gale whipped up by his massive wingspan as his large onyx claws grip the ground, wrenching up grass and soil as he finds his footing.
You can feel his heavy gaze upon you, and it takes all your self-control not to meet it. You've been warned not to engage him, not to speak unless spoken to, and certainly not to make eye contact.
The eyes of a dragon are said to hypnotise even the strongest hearts and minds, and looking too long was rumoured to cast a spell unbreakable by even the strongest of mages.
There is an unbearable silence that seems to stretch for eons before the dragon's low growl relieves you.
"This one. This one will do."
There is a gasp, a collective shudder that you can feel from your brethren, but you hold your ground. Surely this is some kind of joke? Do dragons joke?
"Look at me, pretty thing."
You can't help but comply, and the sight is breathtaking.
Glimmering scarlet scales covering a massive frame that easily dwarfs you thrice over, and large golden eyes that take your attention and run, as your mind pivots from panicking to calm.
Perhaps this won't be so bad?
He is gorgeous, not what you expected, still terrifying but beautiful. Awesome in every regard.
And he'll be taking you back to his hoard.
"Stand up straight. Don't be afraid," he lowers his voice, coming closer slowly, gingerly as if not to frighten you.
"I'm not afraid." You reply truthfully, surprising everyone in attendance, especially yourself.
"I can smell it on you, sweet gem- perhaps not wholly fear, but the tang of it is unmistakable." He circles you slowly before taking in a deep breath.
"Hmm, there's something else... something I've never scented before-"
His eyes dart to between your legs, and you instinctively clench your thighs. Gods, can he smell your arousal already?
You'd heard tell of how big he'd be, how fearsome and sharp and ridged he'd be, but not of how handsome, how beautiful, how his size would make your mouth water.
"Say goodbye, let them leave before night falls."
He turns his back and shuffles back off up the slope, his gait less graceful than his flight.
No one seems to know what to say, their shock overwhelming everyone but one.
Your family engulf you with their affection, gripping you tightly, tears falling onto the thin ceremonial chemise that barely shielded you from the evening chill.
The eldest villager, a tiny lady with a shock of white hair and a visage that had seen many winters, grasps your hand in hers and rubs soothing circles with her thumb.
"Obey, but do not be afraid. He has kind eyes."
You can't think of a coherent response, terror finally settling in, even as your clit throbs in anticipation for whatever is in store.
"I can carry you, or you can ride me."
His hot breath on your neck reminds you it's time to go, tears finally stinging your eyes.
Carry or ride, what a choice.
"I uh, how would I...?" You gesture at him, wondering how the hell you're supposed to reach his back.
As if in response, he lowers himself, offering a large clawed hand to help you up.
Might as well, you muse, before clambering onto his ridged back, feeling his hand reach round to push you into position.
"Hold just there-" he taps on a spot on his spine for you to hold on, and you brush it nervously.
He shivers, but you cling on anyway as he begins to beat his wings, your people ducking out of the way as he takes flight.
You shove your face into his back and dig your heels into his sides, terror of falling mixing with the adrenaline rush of seeing the world from so high.
Everything falls away, the trees appearing like bushels of broccoli on the hill side, the great river a babbling brook.
You're closer to the clouds than the ground for the first time in your life and awe overtakes you.
"How do you not do this more often? We never see you fly, it's incredible!"
He rumbles in response, the vibration of his growl passing through you like a thunderstorm.
"I find you mortals don't like to be reminded of my existence too often. So I tend to keep to the night, or to my mountain, and leave you in peace."
Your heart jolts in surprise. After all the warnings you've heard, why would such a fearsome creature care to be seen? Or care for your peace?
The valleys give way underneath you to a dangerous looking slope, more like a cliff edge than a mountain side. Inside a cavern beneath you, you see a golden orange glow, which grows bigger and brighter as you come in to land. The mountain closes over you as he comes to rest inside the cavern, fire lit torches on the walls illuminating his form.
"I'll show you to your chambers, if you like, unless you're hungry." He searches for your gaze, but you're too busy taking in your surroundings.
Large ornately carved walls and pillars of stone make for an imposing foyer, with numerous halls leading off to unknown rooms which now make up your home.
Home. Yes. Home, with a dragon lord, as his consort.
"Are you alright?" He asks, his tone less confident than before- is he nervous?
"I think so." Your voice doesn't shake, which can only be a good sign, and you decide to take this newfound courage as a blessing.
"Are you alright?" You ask, teasing just a little, testing the waters with him.
If the waters rear up and drown you, that would be an unfortunate first impression, but you persevere.
"When was the last time you had someone here? It's been decades since-"
"That was my father." He interrupts, a grimace passing over his face.
"Oh! I didn't know that, uh, that dragons-" you can't hide your surprise and begin to stutter, but thankfully he steps in.
"That dragons mate? Of course. That we breed? How did you think we- never mind, the point is, no, you're the first. Here. The first here." He gulps a little and looks away.
Your curiosity is piqued and you can't take your eyes off him. So he's never taken a consort. Never done what he's supposed to do with the village offerings. You'd be the first. No wonder he's nervous.
You try to smile reassuringly as you edge towards him, but you eye his size and wonder how the hell you'll take him. If that is indeed what he wants from you.
"We don't have to, uh, do anything, sweet gem, you're here as my guest, that can wait-"
His nostrils flare as he looks down at you, wetness seeping down your leg despite yourself, and he gasps, hot breath fanning your face as his chest glows orange.
That was one to watch, you note, as you realise he could indeed incinerate you with one breath if you weren't careful.
"You want this?" He eyes you questioningly, his golden eyes peering into the depths of your soul, searching for the answer he craves.
You reach up for him, hand grazing the back of his massive neck, pulling him down.
"I think I do, yes."
Simply by being close to him, by looking into his eyes, by feeling his heat and smooth scales under your soft skin, he drives you wild, and you pull him in to kiss him, peppering his face and muzzle while clutching his chest for support.
"I don't want you to want this because you think I want this-"
"Do you not?" You ask, arousal building in your core that you can't ignore.
"I do, but-"
"Then shut up and give me what I want."
Your boldness is intoxicating, and he can't quite believe he's chosen a human who actually wants him, who so immediately needs him to give the carnal pleasure he so desires to give.
He chuckles and picks you up with one hand, letting you kick out and beat his sides half-heartedly.
"Come now, pretty thing, I'm sure you'd want to do this somewhere more comfortable than the cold hard floor."
After meandering down tall wide halls, you find yourself carefully deposited on something cold and hard. You're about to complain when you look and see the glimmering golden hoard all around you, his scent overwhelming you, spicy and earthy and smoky and intoxicating.
"Don't worry, sweet girl, you'll warm up soon enough. It is only fitting that I claim my treasure for the first time, surrounded by all my most precious things."
He rakes a claw up your body, tearing the thin fabric and leaving you bare to his gaze.
You instinctively cover yourself, but he takes your hands and tsks, displeased by your efforts.
"No no no, I want to see you, I want to taste you, I need to see you writhe underneath me-"
He interrupts himself with a deep breath between your thighs, raising his head to meet your gaze, drunk on your scent.
"Tell me the moment anything is too much, little gem."
His tongue on your cunt is like heaven, he's so fucking big, lapping at every inch of you he can reach.
Every time you let out a whimper or a moan or clench your thighs around his massive head, he doubles down in his efforts, learning how to play your body like the sweetest musical instrument.
He plays with your clit, teasing at the hood before dipping into your cunt, embracing the moans that escape your throat, greedily taking every drop of cum you'll give him as you edge closer to shaking in orgasm on the tongue of a dragon.
You didn't have that on your plans for today.
He rumbles in approval every time you clench your thighs harder and pull him closer, the deep vibration sending shivers through your body, working your core deliciously and bringing your orgasm closer and closer.
You buck your hips into his face, desperately seeking that release only his tongue can provide. His tongue thrusts just as you press into him, finding that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars, your entire body quaking as you scream for him, hot waves of pleasure contrasting with the delightfully cool gold underneath your bare ass.
He lets you still under his large claws, gently running them up and down your body as if to soothe you, watching your ribcage rise and fall with each deep breath.
"Fuck..." You mutter to yourself, your senses falling back into place as you come back to your surroundings.
"Indeed." He smiles at you, a curious expression on a dragon's maw, but one you'll come to crave.
You look up and return his gaze, those golden eyes hypnotising you once more. Oh, to fall into them and never come out...
"I wonder if you're ready for me, darling, I didn't want to do this so soon, but you are something very special. Perhaps it'll be possible after all."
He props you up on a large chest, pulling down rolls of jewel coloured silk to place behind your head.
He regards you a moment, before running a knuckle up and down your cunt, taking in just how wet you are. He murmurs oh so quietly, but you still hear him and smile.
"You are perfect for me, my perfect treasure..."
He lowers himself to your ear and whispers, "will you do your best for me now, my jewel?"
You nod frantically, the vaguest idea of what you might now be in for.
"Good girl, obedient for me already."
He places something hard and cool at your entrance, and pauses.
"Take a deep breath, love, this will require patience."
You have no idea what it is, but something very long slides right into your cunt as if it belongs there, stretching you out and filling you, the cool metal pushing aside your insides and rearranging them to fit something far bigger.
He lets you grow accustomed to it, but slowly starts to thrust, long deep strokes that leave you grasping for him, moaning for him, whimpering for something bigger and warmer.
"Oh you want warmer, my beloved? I can give that to you..."
There's a smile in his tone that should terrify you, but you only clutch at him harder, pulling him to you, resting his claws on your soft flesh.
"Careful, my gem, I could hurt you with those- don't, love, I have to be careful with you, I could mark you with these claws-"
"Do it." You can't help but moan.
After one evening with him, you're ready to be branded. It's not as if you'll be leaving any time soon anyway.
"My jewel, we shouldn't, it's not safe-"
You take a claw and run it across your abdomen, marvelling at the red raised skin that blooms.
He's mesmerised, and before long he's tracing marks on your skin, careful not to draw blood, watching your expression to make sure he doesn't go too far.
His nervousness, his hesitancy to harm you, it makes your heart swell a little, and you press kisses to every inch of him you can reach, intoxicated by his scent.
You feel something hot at your entrance, and look down in surprise.
His massive leaking cock sits at your cunt, waiting to be allowed entrance. He regards you, asking you if you still want it, if you still want him.
You nod, as he drapes his cock over your abdomen, the length and girth of it frankly incredible, making your mouth water.
"How will it-?"
"It'll fit, I think." If dragons could blush, he would.
"Have you ever-?"
"No, never. But there are magical properties in my-"
"I don't care, just fucking do it!"
Your enthusiasm shocks him but he complies, easing from your gaping hole what you can now identify as an ornate golden sceptre. He rests the head of his weeping cock at your cunt, watching your chest rise and fall. He pushes inside you, slowly at first, but upon meeting little resistance, pushes further and further in until there is no room for breath in your lungs.
But your cunt is so full.
Your head is empty, and your lungs are empty, but your cunt is so goddamm full.
He waits until you can breathe again, before drawing out a little and pushing back in, drawing a soft satisfied moan from your lips.
"Are you quite alright, my darling?" He murmurs, hot breath trailing over your skin.
You can't think, can't speak, but you can nod and press your nails into his diamond-hard scales.
He ruts into you, softly at first, but as you whine and beg underneath him, he picks up the pace, thrusting into that sweet spot every goddamn time.
It's not long before you're cumming around his cock, the unbelievable fullness in your cunt a feeling you'll be loath to be without any time soon.
"Oh sweet jewel, you are divine, you taste divine, you look divine, and you're mine, I can't believe you're mine, oh my love, I can't-"
He goes to pull out of you, but you clench your needy hole and pull him back, an incredible power to have over a dragon lord.
"No, I don't want to hurt you, I can't cum inside you-"
Your indignant whimper breaks his heart a little but he perseveres.
"No, love, it'll burn you, it's not for human flesh, and it'll surely-"
"But- but I've taken the rest, I can take it, I want it, I need it-" you plead with him, swiping some precum from his cock to taste and finding it warm, unnaturally so, but delicious, heady, soothing every nerve in your body.
"If I hurt you, beloved, I'll never forgive myself, I take care of my precious things, I would never want-"
You hush him and pull him back into you, letting him meet you in the middle.
It's not long before you're both cumming again, his orgasm setting you off as his hot cum fills you to the brim.
It's almost unbearable, like when you take a sip of tea and it's a trifle too hot but you drink it anyway, the pain only adding to the pleasure of being oh so full.
It takes him a little while, thrusting until he can no longer move inside you, a swelling at the base of his cock holding him in place.
You can't even squirm, his cock has you pinned to the cool gold beneath you.
He rumbles in pleasure before taking you gently in one hand and moving you onto your side with him, curling protectively around you.
"You won't be able to move for a while, my knot is-"
"Knot?" You frown, trying to remember that snippet from all the garbled rumours you'd been fed before you met him.
"Mmm. A knot to keep me inside you, to keep my cum inside you, to breed you. That is what you wanted, isn't it? You begged me so-"
"Yes, yes, that is what I wanted." You nestle back into him with a sleepy smile.
The last thing you see is the jewelled head of the gold sceptre, slick with cum, and frankly the size of it makes you proud for being able to take it at all.
Satisfied and full with molten dragon cum, you fall into a peaceful sleep, your belly giving off a fiery glow as his cum goes to work making you the perfect whore for a dragon.