Silya & the Dragon

Author's Note: The story contains depictions of unrealistic, graphic sex between a human and a dragon. Just a quick disclaimer.

I hope you enjoy your read! I love feedback and messages regarding the story. Chapter 06 is about half complete and should be out soon. Thank you for your likes, votes, comments and messages! Since this is the first version of the story, I have felt like going back and erasing everything and starting over with more detail. I'm not going to do that though, instead I am going to continue on, complete the story and THEN go for a rewrite. Also, just a tease for anyone interested, I actually started the sequel to this story first... one day I hope to share it with you all!

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Solitude. Little food. Little water. Plenty of wine. Drunk rages filled Silya's first few evenings alone, and then she became aware of her temper and realized how much of a waste of energy it was to scream and break bottles when no one was there to see or hear her act out her anger. It never made her feel any better, so she convinced herself to stop. She settled into the quiet nights and buzzing days.

She returned to the high opening of the cave every day, hoping—praying—that she would see Rok and could catch his attention. She had never thought that he would act the way he had, a potent mixture of possessive and feral. She had not had a moment's peace since she had foolishly lost her temper and smashed the wine bottle over his head (which had led to several cuts on her hands and feet), her mind racing and leading to disturbed sleep, extreme irritability and bouts of depression as the days passed.

She wondered if he had been planning to keep her all along at the start of each day and at the end of each day. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced, and the more she was convinced, the more she became angry that he could even think of something like that despite everything that had happened between them; from him saving her to their copulation, it had been a wild, confusing and emotional ride. She knew she owed him her life, but at the same time, she had little desire to belong to someone again, treated like property and not a person. Askar had given her enough of that life.

Exasperated, she ruffled her hair before she returned to her room from the high opening, no sign of Rok. As mad as she was, she still felt that being in the cave, far away and likely in a different country, was the safest place for her. Askar could not get to her here—but she could not leave on a whim either. Leaving home again had been hard, and every step towards Rok had felt like lead in her feet as regret ate away at her for leaving him without a word. She knew it was wrong. She knew she had been raised better, and she felt sorry and wanted nothing but to apologize to Rok.

On the other hand, she was infuriated beyond imagination that she was being held captive. And more reluctance and heartbreak consumed her when she thought of her family she had left behind without a word, as she had done with Rok. There was a tumultuous mix of emotions that felt as if they were threatening to eat their way from her mind into her skin and leave nothing in their wake as the days flew by. She wanted peace, but not the quiet and loneliness that had been forced upon her.

Silya missed home, and she wanted the chaos to disappear that had started the moment she married. She wanted her marriage to end. She wanted to live with her parents, and see Alek grow into a fine young man, and take his place in society. Perhaps politics. He was definitely bright enough, and he had a good heart and there was a good chance he could change their city and government for the better. She dreamed that she could go home and somehow figure out her place in the world. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself as she sat in the high opening the next evening, tears streaking her face.

The thought of leaving Rok again didn't frighten her as much as leave her with a hallow place in her chest, a feeling she did not care to examine. Everything felt strange, foreign, and broken. She wanted to run away out of contempt for his behavior, but she didn't want to leave.

As she rekindled the fire upon returning to her room after the sun had set, she huddled close to it and warmed herself as evening settled over the land once again. She dozed with the cow hide covers from the bed draped around her shoulders for about an hour when a noise startled her at the high entrance. She let the covers fall from her body, and ran to see what it was, some part of her hoping it was Rok returning. Although she had let her temper get the best of her, she wanted Rok's presence and company.

She was disappointed to find that he wasn't there. The light from the half-moon shone in, illuminating a basket of provisions that had been left for her. When she took it back to the den, she saw it contained chicken meat, skewered on sticks, dried meats, a water skin and fresh vegetables—food that could be made to stretch for a few days at least. As she settled around the fire, she began cooking and drinking a bottle of wine.

Her last coherent thoughts before she passed out had her reason that enough was enough—she would find a way out starting as soon as she woke up and stop feeling sorry for herself. It was time to take action.

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Exploring, Silya realized, had been a terrible idea. After dead ends and finding her way to the sealed off entrance, she had gone lower in hopes that there was another way out, but the path had gotten almost impossibly narrow. She could easily get stuck, and she puffed out her cheeks as she considered the pros and cons of making her way through where the walls of the caves were so close together.

On the plus side, she just might find a way out. On the down side, she didn't know where she was, there was no telling what kinds of creatures lurked, it was increasingly dark, and worst of all, she could be stuck until Rok decided to rear his ugly head. She shook her head at herself, because she wasn't listening to her instinct to turn around. "Well, here goes nothing..."

Dropping the torch she had used to light the way, she shimmied her way between the walls, her breasts pressed so tightly against her chest it was hard to breathe. The walls were slick with water, which made it easier to slip through. As she watched the light grow farther away and almost disappear, her heart began racing when, very suddenly, there wasn't solid ground for her foot to touch with the next step. Having taken too great of a step to her right, she couldn't get her leg back where she needed, and it dangled freely above what could have been an abyss.

"Oh, gods! Please don't tell me this is how I die. This is embarrassing!" She whimpered and tried to rock back in the other direction, but there wasn't enough friction, and her hands were slipping along the wall as she groped in desperation. She moved wrong and pushed herself farther right. Every movement was working against her so that she was falling in slow motion, until finally, gravity won and she fell a short distance before she hit the sides of a very steep and slippery wall. She was no longer confined, and she was sliding down the wall rapidly until she came into contact with the cave floor—a smooth landing, as the cave lacked the formations of stalactites and stalagmites. At the sound of her body making contact with the floor, the whole area was suddenly flooded with a white glow as the algae that lived there detected the sound of her body meeting the cave floor.

As she looked up, dazed and grateful that she was unhurt, she saw she was in a room with a pool of water. There was plenty of room around it to walk, and as she got closer to the circular pool with the clearest water she had ever seen, she couldn't help but think about jumping in since she was covered in grime and her own filth. She could see how deep it really was the closer she got, and it made her so dizzy she had to sit down take it in, rubbing at her sore hip and shoulder that had hit the cave wall when she had slipped.

She stared at the water for a few minutes before she looked down at the state of her poor dress. It was full of dirt and mud, and she wrinkled her nose at it. The well was inviting considering she had not bathed since she'd been sealed in. Although slightly terrifying because of its depth, she could see ledges all along the sides, some long enough to sit on around the edges of the pool, starting just beneath the water. It looked easy to climb out of, and it lessened her fear.

As she took a step towards the water, the small lights of the glowing algae pulsed, just as they had when she landed. The sight made her smile, and somehow less afraid of going into the water. The room was extremely warm and humid, and she quickly freed herself from her dress as the soft fabric began to stick to her skin. As she got a closer look at the well, she saw no bottom to it, but it didn't stop her from removing her undergarments and sliding into the water.

The water was cool, almost too cold, but considering the general warmth of the cave, it served as a nice contrast. Her skin crawled with goosebumps, and her nipples puckered into tight buds. She bathed herself and rinsed her hair and scrubbed at her teeth, and as she soaked in the water she looked around the room to take it in fully, and she could see where there was another room connected to the one she was in. As she finished up, she hopped from the water and wandered towards the other room, wondering if there was another water source within. Perhaps a larger pool of water, or even a way out. She was hopeful of the latter.

The glowing algae lit up the room as she entered, and illuminated the greatest amount of jewels, coin, and treasure she had ever seen. It was piled to at least her waist where it started just as she entered, and higher in the jagged perimeters of the room, where it reached the ceiling. As she looked around, she realized there were no bats anywhere in the cave. She thought it might have to do with the fact that it was a dragon's dwelling, but it was just a presumption.

She bit her lip as she stepped around the coins, still nude. She thought she might never get another chance like this again, and without thinking about it for too long, she hopped up onto the mounds of coin, bending down and sifting her hands through them, quite shamelessly and still in disbelief. The coolness of the coins was refreshing and not as liquid as she had read about in books. They provided a firm but slippery surface and a metallic smell all their own. As she got to her knees, she sat on her legs as she looked at all of the treasures among the coin. She picked up what looked to be a pink diamond the size of a grape, cut in a round shape not characteristic of the region she lived. All of the treasure left her breathless in wonderment.

Looking around the room, she moved over to where there were stone statues and figures, some standing as tall or taller than her, others little and half buried in coins. "I wonder when he started collecting all of this. I guess dragons really do love treasure." She mused, remembering stories from her childhood. She half wondered how there was anything left in this world of value, because she was sure it was all in the room with her.

As she looked at the stone figures, she picked up one of a woman sitting on a stool and brushing her hair. The slim figure had long limbs, a long waist, long hair, and horns protruding from the top of her head, and bat-like wings in a resting position behind her. "Is this what they look like in their human form? I've never asked him about his home and what his people are like..." And now there was an undying curiosity that wouldn't be leaving her head anytime soon of what Rok's human form looked like and what a land ruled by dragons could possibly be like.

As she continued gently moving through all the stone wares, statues and trinkets, she picked up a very smooth and sleek stone, longer than the length of her hand by half. It didn't dawn on her what it was until in the glowing light around her she saw it from a different angle, and saw that it was indeed intentionally phallic. She gasped as she realized what it was and she nearly dropped it. It's shape was similar to Rok's penis with similar ridges that had been smoothed so they wouldn't hurt the user, she presumed, and there was a large ballooned out portion of the stone phallus towards the base before it returned to a normal width and met with a wide base with a flat bottom.

Her immediate arousal by the sight of the stone dildo was because it was in fact similar to the dragon's penis, minus the knot at the bottom. The more she thought about their sex, the wetter she grew, and it made her stare enviously and wantonly at the stone. It did not exactly match his shape, but for her it was close enough that her desire was getting the better of her, and her thoughts became perverse as her fingers ran over the stone, testing its smoothness.

Her face lit up in a bright blush as she thought of how her stomach had swelled a little after sex, of how his seed had remained inside of her womb for some time afterward, and the intense orgasms he had given her. In her time being married, she had never been pleased deliberately and her orgasms were coincidental, unpleasant and not something she tried to achieve when Askar had taken her. With Rok, it had been primal and he had made an effort to make sure that she felt pleasure.

The last nights of solitude and quiet had her body aching for a release in her inevitable boredom, and though she tried to ignore it, each day it seemed worse than the last. She had refused to touch herself because of Rok having angered her, but she was sure that was ending now as she felt her body betray her just looking at the stone dildo. Thoughts of getting even with the dragon pretty much disappeared as she felt her arousal grow.

She eased back on the pile of coins near the stone figures and let her hand slide down between her legs and over her skin still moist from her bath. Her fingers brushed over the inner and outer parts of her labia, and then inbetween, and she could feel her own wetness, clear and sticky, collected there between her nether lips. She closed her eyes as goosebumps crawled over her flesh from the feeling of the cool coins pressed against her skin. Her hand clutched the stone dildo and she shut her eyes tighter in some form of self-denial that she could be so indulgent considering her circumstances. She convinced herself that she was alone and that it didn't matter—an easier process now that her mind was swimming in lust.

She let the head of the stone phallus touch her sex, and she eased it up and down her slick sex, the smooth stone moving effortlessly between her folds, teasing her entrance. Briefly, she let the ridges of the shaft slide between her inner labia, her pussy hugging the dildo as she let the ridges tease her clitoris and sensitive flesh. The slow motion and smooth strokes over and between her arousal were enough to draw a moan from her as waves of pleasure washed over her body.

She was eager for the thick dildo to be in her, and so she aligned the head at the entrance of her sex and slowly pushed it into her body. Somewhere between a relieved sigh and an eager moan, she wondered if the balloon part of the dildo went into her. The swollen part of the stone dragon dick touched her petals, and she began pumping the dildo in and out of her, the curvature and ridges rubbing against her most sensitive spot so that she was arching her hips towards her hand as she drove the dildo into and out of her depths, her pace picking up.

Her pussy was increasingly accepting of the dildo, stretching to accommodate the width of it more easily. In her desire her cervix had raised higher, and where the head of her new found toy had pleasurably pressed against it with her strokes, it now didn't touch it. She groaned in frustration with every thrust into her body, wanting to feel as filled as possible, so she began working the knot of the dildo into her.

Rok's cock was definitely larger than the dildo, and she knew she could take it after her body had been pushed to its limits before. Her inner walls hugged each smooth ridge, and she could feel her body's resistance as she tried to work the knot into her. She struggled with it, but got about half of it in her when suddenly her body seemed to pull it in all at once. She felt so stretched, and her orgasm building rapidly. She used the base of the dildo to slowly thrust it and out of herself again, pulling and pushing so the knot didn't leave her body entirely, her moans filling the air around her.

As she approached her climax, her body accommodated the knot and she was pulling it out all the way to feel the ridges stroke her inner walls once more. She moaned louder as she repeatedly forced the knot back into her body, her feet planting on the pile of coins and her hips leaving them as she thrust them up towards her hand. She moved the dildo faster, her juices squirting from her and lubricating her pussy and the dildo even more. She moaned loudly as she forced the knot as far as it would go within her, crying out loudly as she came hard around the stone.

With her body relaxed, she laid back onto the pile of coins, and with a wet noise and a little moan she slid the soaked stone dildo from her and let it rest on the coins next to her. She shivered as she thought of how amazing she felt and how nice the dildo had felt, but even despite her orgasm, a lingering hunger still lurked within her that she knew she could never sate by herself.

As her body became limp from the tension in her muscles released, sleep pulled at her slowly. She dozed in the nude, unknowingly sinking partially into the coins as she napped. The metallic smell kept her from slipping too far into sleep, but comfort was strangely easy to find.

Silya woke a short time later, rinsed off in the pool, and she found her dirtier dress and slipped it on and carried her undergarments and new sex toy in one hand. She began looking for a way out of the room to return to hers, and found a narrow but slight incline. She began climbing it, still hoping to find a way out, but mostly in a desire to go back to her dwelling to eat some of the dried meats there and drink some of the wine Rok had left behind. She was done with exploring.

The incline continued on for a ways, and while it wasn't as narrow as the two cave walls she had squeezed through before, she was somewhat uncomfortable in walking the incline. At the top. She reached more level ground and realized a few feet away there was a faint light glowing from around the corner. When she followed it and squeezed herself through the walls that narrowed towards the light, she realized she was back in her room. Coming from this angle she had never seen the opening or suspected it was even there. It blended seamlessly with the walls.

Relief washed over her that she at least had an access to clean water so she could bathe. Slipping her dirty dress over her head, she set her things aside and kept the dildo on the large bed, having half a mind to use it later. She was sure the mood would strike to use it again.

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Sometime during the early morning hours, Rok had returned after being gone for nearly two weeks. Silya woke with her heart racing in her throat when she heard the flapping of wings in the distance, and a few moments later the scraping of his claws on the floor of her room as he returned. She was wearing only the silken wrap around her hips, and her clothing was washed and spread out around the fire to dry.

In the firelight, Rok approached her as he took in how she had changed the room. He caught sight of the dildo laying on the bed and instantly knew that Silya had discovered his treasure room. Despite that he knew her, a rage and protective instinct kicked in and trumped reason. Every piece belonged to him, and the idea of sharing his treasure was the one thing beyond his sensibilities. He had given her food, shelter, care and medicine, and in his mind seeing her with that stone meant that she was after anything she could take. After all, she had left him before, but now she could leave with wealth beyond imaginationf. He knew he was wise to have blocked the only entrance in the cave she could use. A growl started in his throat and he took small, slow steps towards Silya.