(CLARIFICATIONS: The Erotic part of this story might not start for a while, as there is much explication first. Furthermore, there is a reason this story is not in the SciFi & Fantasy genre, because there is no fantasy element involved whatsoever. For those of you expecting (other) fantasy creatures or magic or other worlds, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you. Enjoy!)
He saw her today. She delivered the supplies sent by the village, just the same as usually happens. But there was a difference about today, perhaps in the air, but no, it was the air around them.
You see, the "he" implied in this tale is a Dragon (which you would have probably assumed otherwise you would not have selected this story to read). He was not the eldest among his kin, not by far, and not the strongest, but certainly not the weakest. His name was Alemancius, a Roman name, as the Romans had given most of them their names when they worshiped them around the first to second century A.D. (usually in secret). He had what some would call "the classic appearance": dark green scales (almost black), several horns protruding from his head and running down the length of his spine to his spike-tipped tail. He had four legs (otherwise he could not technically be a Dragon) each with four "fingers" of sort with black, bony claws each over a foot long and sharper than an assassin's blade. Quite an imposing creature, which is exactly why he is looked to for protection.
Just to clarify, many of the stereotypes surrounding Dragons are falsified, if not outright fabricated, as it is to the reality. Many would believe them to be mindless Monsters who have an insatiable desire for human flesh and seek only to burn villages and kidnap virgins. Obviously this is false; they are not mindless (they are intelligent enough to communicate with humans easily), their desire for meat is easily restrained, they do not just go out burning things for pure sport and there has been only one Dragon in recorded history who demanded virgin sacrifices (and he was eliminated). The people of the village of Recksham knew these stereotypes to be false, as Alemancius had lived in the mountain cave for several years and never committed any such acts. Recksham was in a bad position, located in the mountains of Britain near the Scottish border, and so it was that the Scottish often tried to burn their village down in their quest for independence. This is what caused them to go to Alemancius for help, they promised him anything in return for his defense of the village. Always the thoughtful one, Alemancius merely asked for monthly shipments of meat and other supplies, so that he would not have to prey on the innocent livestock of the land, and in return he promised to obliterate any army that sought to harm them. And, as Dragons (usually) hold Honor and Trust above the other virtues of life, he kept his word.
Obviously the relatively small amounts of meat sent over were not enough for him, as Dragons, being so large, usually require hundreds of pounds of meat to stay healthy. But thankfully, this was around a time when the Scottish were exceptionally idiotic, and his daily meal was usually an army of vagabonds who thought themselves invincible... and thought wrong. But no more of the back-story, you surely want to get to the erotic parts I'm sure, so I will not disappoint.
On this particular day, his shipments were brought over as usual, delivered by the same girl who always did. Her name was Elizabeth Crowley, she was the daughter of Recksham's butcher, so it comes at no surprise that she was the one who delivered them. She was constantly nervous to deliver to him, worried that he would break their agreement and slaughter her, but he never did, even though he never caused Recksham trouble before or after the agreement the people still tended to be cautious. She rounded the corner of the rocks to find Alemancius sleeping, she usually hoped to drop the shipment off unnoticed but it never came true, the sound of her footsteps always awoke him.
"Ah, Elizabeth," he said as he rose sleepily, "is it that time of the month already?"
"Uh, y-yes sir," she said nervously, "I- I have your shipment, my lord."
"Please," he said quaintly, "how often do I have to tell you not to use such formalities? Are you afraid of using my name?"
"N-No! it's just," she said even more nervously, his stare catching her eye, "I- I was just, just wanting to be-"
