Erynsuge was in a state of total bliss. The sacrificial virgin sent by the villagers had been better than average - he rated her at a 7.5 out of 10. Erynsuge rated all his sacrifices, because it was the only way he could separate them in his memory. Many years earlier he'd tried asking their names beforehand, but all the girls were too terrified to speak. Cynegyth was the exception: she yelled her name loudly and kicked at his iron-strong scales. Erynsuge had laughed. Now he kept her on a chain: she cleaned the cavern and organized the horde in exchange for not being ravaged and eaten. Cynegyth was begrudgingly keeping her end of the bargain, and as a dragon of honor, Erynsuge was proudly keeping his.
He rolled onto his back and let the rough stone floor cool him down. The lump in his stomach had stopped kicking, so he was finally able to enjoy his meal in peace.
Erynsuge closed his eyes and remembered her face. She had cried from the start, and had gawked in horror as she watched his cock drop out of his cloaca. It was clear from her reaction that she was a virgin, unlike many recent sacrifices. Bloody ignorants, he thought, still trying to wiggle out of a deal we made to pay back their own debt. He felt his wrath stir, but steadied himself so he could savor the memories of his last feeding.
He rated her pussy a 5 out of 10: tight, somewhat wet, but on the whole average. But her screams were easily an 8 or 9. She howled with each thrust, and when he could no longer contain himself, she screamed so loud and long that even Cynegyth had to cover her ears. He never warned the sacrifices that his cum was boiling hot: that would ruin the fun.
Her taste was a 6 or 7. She had been fed good grains and fresh vegetables, but she was too skinny for his enjoyment. But he swallowed her early, which had been a mistake.
Erynsuge rubbed his stomach. "Rest in peace," he said, and he wondered if she would give him indigestion later. "Dont you dare do it," he said to his stomach, "or you'll get knocked down to a 3 or 4."
Cynegyth left her corner with a mop to sop up the remaining cum. He kept her in the nude so he could watch her breasts, which were full and perfectly proportioned. Every day he was tempted to wait until her back was turned and lick her pussy, to taste the only flesh and juices forbidden to him. But Erynsuge kept his honor, even though his penis would flop out when he gave her her orders for the day. She'd roll her eyes and he'd continue speaking, but both knew how desperately he wanted to fuck her to pieces.
The hardest moments (literally and figuratively) were when she bathed him. Early into her captivity, Cynegyth complained about his harsh reptilian stench, so she used a bucket of water and a golden brush from the horde to scrub him down. He could handle her scrubbing his limbs, his back (although when she cleaned around his spikes, he felt tingly) and even his face, but when she scrubbed his belly he would lose it.
With the brush rubbing against his scales and her swinging boobs in his face, his cloaca parted its lips and his cock sprang to life. "Don't do this to me," he thought, "please don't you do it this time," but his cock always stiffened and curved upwards, its triangular head engorging.
Cynegyth knew exactly what she was doing. She breathed on his face, and swung her chest side to side as she scrubbed. A teardrop of precum rolled down his cock, and Erynsuge could no longer contain himself: he envisioned Cynegyth crawling down his belly and huddling around the bright red organ. She took it gently in her fingers, and licked the tiny lips at the tip. She smiled, opened her mouth in an O, and then slid her lips down the top of his shaft, leaving a trail of saliva as she returned to the tip, and then down again.
His cock oozed a line of precum, and he moaned.
"Is something wrong?" said Cynegyth. She stopped scrubbing and turned around to his open spread open legs, just in time to see another tiny squirt.
"Please break our deal," groaned Erynsuge. "Please fuck me. You're the only one I want... the only one I can't have... please."
Cynegyth raised her eyebrow. "That thing? Are you kidding?"
"I'm not kidding at all. I'm asking you..."
"A deal is a deal, Eryn. I won't let you have me."
He moaned and scratched his belly. "Just this once. Just a blowjob. It's not a sin. It's how the girls in the village keep their virginity..."
Cynegyth crawled off of him and put her hands on her hips. "Is this all you think about? I'm giving you a bath, which ordinary people do everyday, and all you can think about is blowjobs? Lord, men are disgusting. Dragons even more so."
And as if to prove her correct, Erynsuge grabbed his cock and began beating himself off.
"I love you," he said.
"My eyes are up here," said Cynegyth covering her groin and chest.
"I love you too."
His cock had turned an even deeper shape of red, and its head continued to swell outward. Cynegyth knew what was about to happen, and she hurried away as far as her chain would let her.
"Oh this is disgusting," she said, covering her eyes. "And watch your aim! Your seed always lands on me!"
Erynsuge was surging past the point of no return. He threw his neck back and opened his mouth, puffing smoke and allowing his tongue to hang freely. His first pulses shot out, and then he came, pointing his cock so the line of cum landed on Cynegyth's back. She shrieked.
He guided the last squirts out and fell back, exhaling a pillar of fire that lit up the cavern.
"That was beautiful," he whispered.
Cynegyth swatted the steaming cum off of her, which left red welts in its wake. "You perverted animal," she said, "why are you so obsessed with sex?"
"Because," said Erynsuge. He looked at the drops of cum on the floor and his limp cock retreating back inside of him. "It's the best thing there is."
This drama repeated itself every week or two, and after a few years of holding her captive in his cavern, Erynsuge doubted his ability to share living quarters with a human who turned him on. How long could his honor hold out? One day his lust would get the best of him, and he would fuck her, perhaps to her death. That had happened a few times in the early days of the sacrifices: his large tool forcing its way into the openings of young virgins had ripped them open, and they bled to death before Erynsuge finished the job. Of course, he planned to eat them anyway, but fucking them as their organs sloshed around was messy, and Erynsuge was too proud to devour messes.
Sometimes he wondered how much the sacrifices enjoyed it. On occasion, he'd hear a gasp or a moan that may have been tinged with pleasure, but Erynsuge never thought to ask how his captives were getting along. They were sacrifices after all, and as long as his dick felt better than when he started, Erynsuge considered it a success.
Cynegyth mopped the floor and sighed. "What was she?"
"7.5." He burped.
Cynegyth held her nose and waved her hand in front of her face. "Please. Spare me. I put up with enough as it is."
"It's not my fault," said Erynsuge. "It's indigestion. She wasn't worth a munch, so I swallowed her whole."
"And alive." Cynegyth held the bucket under the spring in the cavern wall until it was full, and then splashed it over the floor. "I saw what you did. It was absolutely barbaric."
"To a human. To a dragon it's completely normal."
"Really?" Cynegyth put her hands on her hips. "Is it normal for dragons to mate outside of their species? If it is, I don't see how you can hatch any baby dragons."
"Female dragons," said Erynsuge, "are few and far between. The nearest female is over 900 miles away in Khazaria, and she's mated to a old veteran of the Roman wars who thinks he's still fighting the Gauls. Of course, he won't let any bull dragon touch her, even just for a night. He's a jealous bastard."
Cynegyth frowned.
