The dragon; a creature of unmatched fierceness, greed and cunning. Many have lost their lives in the hunt for these ancient beings, but this does little to deter those of stout heart and thick head, such as the person featured in the following tale.
First steps.
A lone figure could be seen steadily trudging up a path of messily hewn, orange rock that formed between two flawlessly smooth, icy blue wave-like structures that almost obliterated any sign of the melancholy grey sky overhead.
Draped in heavy unisex steel armour with rounded joints, a flat torso, spiked shoes and a helmet that looks like little more than a large thumbtack with a slit stabbed for the eyes.
The figure would continue its trudging pace for another three hours with only the sound of metal grating rock for company, before abruptly stopping before a small indentation in the smooth walls, raising an armoured left hand to push the helmet back, letting it hang by a clasp attached to the back of her armour, and it was definitely a her-with long fiery orange hair tucked into the back of her armour and pulled back from a distinctly feminine, ivory skinned face set with strong, curving cheekbones and a slender jawline she left all the impression of an angry lioness as her piercing green eyes glared at runic markings in the wall, her pouty lips thinned out in a grimace that betrayed a deep loathing for what would come next.
Domain of the beast.
Without pulling her helm back up she pressed the flat of her right hand against the runic carvings, letting a soft heat envelop her arm before erupting at her fingertips with a soft sizzling sound that melted away the carvings and caused the crystal-like substance to shimmer slightly, slowly fading off like fog in a strong wind until all that stood in her way was a dark, cavernous hole that spewed out a scent-less hot steam that plastered her hair to her face and gave her ivory skin a damp sheen.
With a heaving sigh she flicks her helm back on and begins to walk with a cautious gait into the cavern, her right hand hugging the hot, damp wall whilst her left juts out in front of her, small sparks escaping the ends of her armoured fingers to bundle into her palm like an ever shifting electric flower, casting almost no luminescence but giving the Battle Mage a sense of confidence... A sense of confidence that is abruptly stricken from her as the ground collapses under her, eliciting a high pitched shriek to escape her throat whilst the sparking flower in her hand vanishes.
She's cast into impenetrable darkness-not that it mattered much for her eyes were squeezed tight with the expectation of a hard landing, that came true faster than she had imagined as she lands on her chest with a loud thud that echoes through the underground cavern, luckily her magickally reinforced armour had shielded her from the blow, leaving her with little more than a light headache, and even that disappears as her eyes adjust to the dim lighting.
She was surrounded by a variable treasure trove, pushed to the sides of the roughly carved, orange hued rectangular room were various golden coins from different nations, large gilded cups, numerous swords of the finest quality and more than a fair speckling of precious gems.
She pushed herself up slowly with a soft groan, more from the greed overtaking her soul than the fact she had easily fallen two stories to reach her current destination.
She remained on her hands and knees, too stunned to push her visor back.. An act she would regret not doing earlier as a sudden, and vicious ringing began echoing throughout her helm, she could only assume something had struck her and when she pulls the helmet off roughly with a shaking right hand she's proven right.
Standing over the rattled Battle Mage was a woman, at an easy 6 and a half feet tall she would of dwarfed most males back in her village, and when that fact was coupled with her perky D cup breasts with small pink nipples, delicately angled facial features, full pink lips and flawless white skin that held a fiery flush throughout-well, she was a knockout..
That was, she would be if not for the fact that only her chest, neck, face and the inner of her thighs and biceps weren't coated in fine, reddish brown scales, but the scales didn't hold the Mages attentions, nor did her black, curved talons decorating her slender fingers, nor even the small backward curving horns or large folded wings behind her back, or even the heavily muscled scaled tail swishing violently behind her.
Nope, the Mages attention was pretty much centred on the other tail that was hanging limp between her thighs, the tip already brushing against her scaled knees.
Ignoring the unexpected cock, and before the Dragoness could strike her again she rolled onto her back and kicked herself onto her feet, instantly following through with a heavy punch directed to the Dragoness's solar plexus.
The punch was easily deflected by a casual swipe of the Dragoness's tail, the movement followed through by a punch of her own that landed cleanly on the side of the Mages head, causing her to fall over sideways.
The hit heightened her headache and caused a hot anger to well up inside her, followed abruptly by a sparking heat that hit the armour around her, bouncing back into her frame to be magnified in the next burst.
She directed this energy to her left arm, causing it to tingle and burn unpleasantly as she twisted in her fall, pushing herself off with her right foot and lunging towards the Dragoness her left arm swung in a sideways arc.
The Dragoness easily jumped out of the way, an act the Mage was hoping for.
Twisting her hand towards her chest she used her right hand to release a clasp in her elbow joint, letting the metal fall to the ground with a crash whilst a burst of blue and purple sparks erupted from the hole like a thousand tiny needles, the sparks hit the soft flesh of the Dragoness's stomach but did little more than crease soft flesh upon impact.
The Dragoness's return strike was more successful, with a bound that launched her over the lunging Battle Mage she thrust her right hand down in a vicious downward swipe, leaving the back of the Mages armour in tatters.
The Mage would respond by hitting the ground heavily, her torso now freed of the heavy metal, she lithely rolls onto her back and onto her feet, the motion revealing sweat streaked skin a touch lighter than her face decorated by hand filling B cups with perky nipple.
The lack of upper garments didn't seem to faze the Mage as she launched forwards with a series of rapid jabs directed to the Dragoness's stomach.
But it definitely seemed to have an effect on the Dragoness, even as she ducked and weaved effortlessly her eyes were drawn like magnets to the intruders breasts, her cock reacting by thickening slowly, the exertion of the fight hindering its progress slightly.
