Ann had been sacrificed by her village to the dragon who lived on the mountain. Instead of being eaten for food however, Ann was fucked by the dragon instead...(See Food for a Dragon, Part 1 for details)
The dragon, after turning from his man shape back into his beast shape, had eaten an entire cow. Leaving its bloody remains for the villagers to find, the dragon picks up Ann and begins to fly home. We take up our story with Ann, paralyzed with fear being flown for the first (and she hoped last) time in her life by a dragon. Ann did not enjoy the view, the cold or the feel of claws in her privates. Well, to be honest, at least not the cold. After the first stomach convulsing jerks as he fly up, it had not been as bad as she expected.
"Not even one little scream?" asked the dragon. "Am I loosing my touch little human?" The wind blew the words to her and she could even hear his mocking tone. Too cold to do more than shiver, she glared up at him.
It was amazing how fast they flew. What would have been a few days trek was reduced to an hour of time. Ann would rather have walked, she was blue with cold. The only spots that were warm on her body were the areas covered by the dragons claws. Luckily this was a lot of area.
Ann, no longer as terrified as she had been, began to think about what had happened. She remembered the dragon's cock thrusting inside her, the immense size of him. Ann was sore but in a way she was honest enough to admit she liked. The dragon's scales rubbed her and she wiggled restlessly. "Soon, my sweetness." said the dragon and tightened his grip a little. Moments later he swooped down and landed. Her feet touched cobblestone and she looked around, in the moonlight she could see she was in the courtyard of the biggest building she had ever seen. This must be what a palace looks like she thought. The dragon breathed fire and the sound of cracking wood echoed as a large fire began burning in the center of the courtyard. He only stood a moment in the flames and he wore a human shape again. Ann suffered from no illusions, he was not human.
In a sudden burst of panic, she ran. Blindly she left the fire and took the first doorway she found. Feeling her way down the dark corridors, Ann knew this was a really stupid idea. Something slithered on the floor beside her. She could hear him walking behind her. There was no sound but his slight laughter and his voice.
He said softly, "I like it when you run, but what will I do when I catch you? Have you thought of that little girl?" Ann shivered, and thou she was too innocent to understand it, her pussy grew damp with want.
What would he do, she asked herself with a shiver. She went a little faster, feeling along the walls so she wouldn't fall or run into them.
"I wonder, will fuck you again when I catch you? Shall I punish you? Surely I will have to tie you up so you can't run away again." He was laughing at her and his voice seemed closer.
Ann moved as fast as she could in the dark, looking for a way out or a place to hide. She thought vaguely of making it to the forest. She could hide there. Her hands found a door handle and she was turning it when he caught her around the waist and threw her over one shoulder.
Moments later he set her down in a room with a large bed and a hearth that was already lit. When he set her down she ran for the door. He caught her in just a couple steps. He did not put her on the bed. Instead he pushed her down over a large wooden chest. He bound her hands behind her. Her legs he spread wide and roped her knees to the handles. It was humiliating, her naked rear stuck into the air as she lay bent over the chest.
Dragon chuckled. "Goodness I do love a little bit of feisty before bed. However, I do need to punish you for trying to run. You could have been hurt." Before Ann had a chance to be nervous about it, he smacked her bottom. "Oh," she gasped shocked.
He smacked her other cheek, "from now on, you are mine." This time she made no sound. He spanked her, "mine to kiss, to fuck and to punish if you need it." When she made no sound he spanked her continually trading cheeks every couple a smacks. "Do as I say and quickly, or your little bottom will stay very warm, I rather like giving a nice spanking after all."
He was not spanking her hard, just enough so she was turning pink quickly. Ann was confused. Her bottom was warm and toasty with his big hand spanking her, she felt safe and almost comforted. Her bottom writhed and jerked. He worked a finger into her sore pussy. She grunted and wiggled frantically. He spanked her again a little harder and tested her aching pussy.
He stopped spanking her and left her, unable to move, bent over the chest. Ann thought about her sore but pleasantly warm butt. She was bewildered. What was wrong with her. Why wasn't she screaming and crying, why had she wanted him to catch her in her secret heart of hearts?
When he returned, the dragon stroked her bottom. "So pretty," his tone was...fond? With two fingers he rubbed something wet into her pussy. "That should help your soreness," he said patting her bottom. She heard him fiddling with something. "Since you are too sore for me to fuck there, we will have to try something else." His fingers, warm and wet, gentle rubbed her asshole. She struggled wildly and shook her head. "Poor baby," he said softly as he continued to rub her little hole. "So new to all this. Tell me how it feels."
