This story starts out a little slow, but trust me it is worth it. Please take your time and read the whole thing. Thank you.
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Once upon a time, in a land that existed long ago, there was a small and quaint little village. This village was absolutely marvelous. It had people that knew everyone in town and they all live in harmony for the good of the village. The men worked the fields and the mills and the women taught the children and cooked the meals. They even had a beautiful little stream that run through the middle of the village.
Even the buildings in the village were beautiful. The most pride was put into the sparkling white marble of the church. Every Sunday people when to church at the sound of the bell and listened to the Priestess Katsumi give her sermon. After the sermon they would all pile out of the church and make sure that it shone with the brilliance that reflected their love for their God.
Now the Priestess Katsumi was a marvel of a lady. She stood 5'7" tall and her sleek frame only weight about 110 pounds. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back like liquid ebony. Her blazing emerald green eyes seemed to glimmer out from behind the hood she would wear at all time while outdoors. Her robe did an excellent job at hiding her nicely golden skin and her unusual 36 D breasts that seemed to defy gravity and demand attention even through her modest outfit. She was looked up to and respected in earnest by the other Villagers. They saw her as a guiding light on the path to righteousness. She was always there for all of her flock until that day.
It was a most beautiful Sunday. The Villagers were just beginning their scrubbing of the church marble and Katsumi was looking over them after an exceptionally powerful sermon that brought some of her congregation to tears. It was on this day the dragon came. The shape was just barely seen on the horizon and ignored until it came much, much closer and let out a mighty roar that seemed to make the entire village shiver in fear. All the Villagers gathered their children and ran to their homes as the monstrous, black scaled dragon approached. The flapping of it's wing carried the sound of whipping leather as they beat the air to keep the slick, oily figure afloat in the air.
Through all the panic all around her, Katsumi was the only one to stand her ground at the doors of the church. She never even flinched as the massive creature landed in the center of her village and reared hit's head atop its long head while it let out yet another mighty roar. Yet through all this Katsumi stood her ground. She stared defiantly up at the dragon and guarded her church. Her gaze only hardened when the massive black beast lowered its head down to her level.
"Be gone you beast of Satan. Be gone and leave our Village alone." She declared directly to the Dragon's fanged snout. His only reply was opening his mouth to reveal a long snake like tongue, sparkling white fangs and a strange blue light in the back of his throat.
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When Katsumi awakens she can only see darkness. As she come to she can feel the smooth silk bedding beneath her and then she realizes that her robes and undergarments had been taken from her. She was here in a strange place, naked on silk linens. When she tries to cover herself her hands were halted but the leather bonds around her wrists that were connected to the chains that hung from the wall behind the bed. This came as an amazing shock. But what was the biggest shock was when she discovered that a steel rod separated her ankles so she couldn't close her legs. Now she was fully awake and terrified.
Then, in the middle of her terror a light came from the hall. Dimly at first be then growing brighter. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps approaching. She did her best to struggle against the chains and bracer, trying to hide herself from whoever was approaching. But it was to late. A candle's flame peaked it's way around a corner and behind it followed a man so dashing that she lost all will to hide herself from him. For a moment she even lost her will to breathe in order to hear his movements.
Before her stood a man whose perfection can only be described by way of the gods. His hair was as blue as the sea and flowed from his head down to stop at his neck. The way it looked so pure yet so cold reminded her of the winter's ice on the river. Her gaze moved down to his eyes. Oh such eyes, eyes that burned with the light of a fire behind the purest sapphires. When she gazed into them she first saw their glow that seemed to rival the glow of the candle, yet their depth was beyond her wildest dreams. But that wasn't all that impressed her. As her gaze moved down further, she noticed that he was quite tall. About 6 feet, perfect to match his well-defined frame. He wore to shirt and she noted every sharp curvature of his muscles, how the light from the candle dance and played upon them like children playing upon a hill.
"So, you are awake? Welcome to my lair." His voice snapped her out of her trace as if a shard of ice had just been shot down her back. She broke her gaze from traveling down any further and looked up into the perfect features of his face, into those marvelous eyes. Her awe left her and her defiance returned as she struggled against the chains once again.
