Notes:
This is one of my earlier stories, and my style has changed since I wrote it years ago, but I still think it has some merit. Hope you enjoy it.
Also, while I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss many. If you spot any, please let me know down at the comments!
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The paladin walked decisively towards the deep cave.
The creature had to be dealt with... the smoking fields were a testament to that. So she walked up the small path, her heavy boots walking over weeds and branches with no attempt at stealth, it was not her style.
The cave was before her. It was deep, dark, foreboding... it smelled of warm charcoal and... honey? That couldn't be right... incense too...
Whatever the case, the dragon was making no attempt to hide that was his lair... and why should he? He was known around this mountain, had been for decades and anyone attempting to take anything from him, was returned to the roads a charred corpse.
But why attack now, after decades of peaceful coexistence? Sure, the dragon's tribute in cattle was not cheap to the villagers, but never had he attacked before... maybe it was hungrier and demanded more?
Curiosity had no place in her mission though, 3 villagers had approached her begging for her help, the lion crest in her breastplate making her profession obvious. Their fields had been burned, their houses charred, their families would die of famine. They didn't want anything but justice, and justice they will get!
She took a step inside the dark cave, tightening her armor with her free hand nervously and pointing her sword forward ready to guard from any attack.
Deeper and deeper she went, the cave growing warmer and somewhat wetter... she could feel her body starting to sweat a bit, but she was used to her combat gear, and didn't even bat an eye at the lack of comfort.
After what seemed like an eternity, she arrived at what seemed to be a bigger grotto inside the cave. The ceiling reached as high as four men, and a dim light slithered between the cracks in it.
Her deep and bright elven eyes adjusted without problem to it, and soon she could see the room with clarity. It was barren, save for a few rocks.
She took some careful steps, suddenly feeling watched. With a swift movement she pulled her shield from her back and strapped it tight to her arm, carefully covering her weak points.
And suddenly, a shadow, undoubtedly from her prey, appeared in one of the walls.
Well... - a deep, loud voice said- it seems I have a visitor...
She brandished her sword even tighter.
Show yourself, monster! You will terrorize these villagers no longer!
A loud chuckle mixed with a growl echoed through the cave. The shadow stepped into the room, slowly, majestically, with cat-like movements that betrayed an agility you would not suspect a huge body like it had. Its red scales gleamed like rubies under the tender light, they interlocked perfectly through its body like a perfect armor, with the ones in its belly slightly white.
The scales did not hide the muscles and fibers of its body, built like one of a tiger, though it was almost the size of a horse, with four powerful legs ending in claws like scythes. From its back two powerful wings protruded, neatly closed in a way that made you think of a thick cape, but most definitely three or four times the length of the creature.
Its tail was long and in appearance extremely flexible, and seemed as strong as any whip. At the end of its thick neck a huge reptile head rested, with four horns that protruded backwards making a ninety degree angle between them. Its eyes were red like magma and seemed to be made of such material, but if you looked closely you could see its golden pupils as if floating on the red hot liquid.
It opened its slightly rounded and lined with files of dagger like teeth mouth. It did not growl or hissed at her... it smiled.
Why do you call me monster, lioness? I think I would remember one as you...
Do not play tricks on me, monster. And do not dare use monikers with me! I've come to destroy you to stop the terror you've been sowing on the poor people of these lands.
The dragon rebuffed and chuckled again as he looked at her.
I know nothing of this you tell me, lioness. And I will call you what I please on my domain... or would you rather I called you kitten? You seem to wield that sword like a kitten would threaten you with its petty claws...
She grinded her teeth as she circled around him in a combat pose. The Dragon, it seemed male, extended his wings threateningly and lowered his body as his claws scratched the ground, his eyes locked onto hers, following her movements carefully. He kept smiling however, which annoyed her greatly.
Are you sure you want to fight me, lioness? I warn you... should you lose... I will do as I please with one that dares attack me in my own home...
Stomping her boot on the ground and looking fiery at him, she scoffed and pointed the sword to his heart.
I laugh at your empty threats, monster. I have felled bigger than you.
He growled, but in a way that sounded almost happy, putting her off guard for about a second. He then laughed, making her blood boil with fury.
Hehehe... go ahead then, lioness... I will enjoy this...
He showed her his teeth and roared at her, making her armor shake over her body. She lunged at him with fury and precision, but to her surprise he slithered away with feline agility and lashed at her with his whip-like tail. It hit her on the back and made her clumsily sidestep. She tried to get her bearings fast and dogged by a split second another lash by his tail. He laughed playfully, obviously amused.
Be careful, little lioness... you don't want to fall...
She tackled him on the side, making him moan and roll over, but this only made him smile more, showing her his shining teeth.
Bravo... I wonder if you have that passion in other labors...
Groaning with fury she tried to slam her shield against his snout but in a split second he has closed his mouth over her shield, immobilizing her arm. She grumbled but was slammed against the ground as his huge claw grabbed her torso. Wrestling to break free seemed futile, and she threw random kicks with her legs till he immobilized them with his other front claw.
The armor had taken the blunt of the hit against the ground, but she was still a bit dizzy. She squealed in pain as he pulled with inhuman strength with his jaws still closed on the shield and his claws holding her down till the leather straps holding her gauntlet and the shield snapped and it flew away, making a loud clang as it hit the floor.
He growled happy and looked at her with his deep flaming eyes, making her feel powerless and uncomfortable... but in a different way as expected.
Is that all your strength, little kitty? -- he said in a mocking tone --
She uttered a curse and tried to break free again as he closed his teeth around her neck. She uttered a terrified yelp but to her surprise, he did not rip her neck of, just the straps that held her helmet in place, and removed it with his mouth, throwing it away as he kept growling happy.
Her blue eyes and braided silver hair were now in clear view, and he seemed to take a moment to contemplate them with a smile in his mouth, paralyzing her completely, her head filled with confusing emotions.
Finish it monster! Damm it! If you're going to kill me, kill me and be done with it!
He laughed again and blew some stream from his snout on her, making her feel even warmer and sweatier.
Why the hassle, kitten? I did say if you attacked me in my home I would do anything I want with you...
Her heart stopped for a second in realization, and tried to wrestle free again with renewed strength. He bit her armor again; his powerful jaws locked around her breast plate and started to pull against her cries of pain and fear. With a loud groan of success he ripped it from its straps and took a fair bit of her shirt with it, he then spitted it to a side and almost purred with satisfaction. Her supple breasts were exposed and her difficult breathing made them heave with a hypnotic movement.
The dragon then smiled and teasingly licked her belly with his long warm tongue, slowly moving upwards towards her chest and breasts, finally arriving at her left nipple, softly biting it with such tenderness that she only felt a slight sting of pleasure. She had been biting her lip, trying in vain to hold a moan of pleasure that escaped her lips and filled the room. She was blushing and the dragon looked with a look that reminded her of a playful cat.
Hehehe... it seems you have not enjoyed your body in a while, kitten...
Fury returned to her mind; and in that moment of distraction her leg broke free from his claw, kicking him on the side enough for him to loosen his grip. She rolled away and grabbed her sword, throwing a clumsy strike at him as she held her breasts with her non-armored hand.
He jumped to a side and looked at her with the same playful look, he was... purring?
Monster! You burn fields and houses! Slaughter families and now you do... this?!
He circled around her and his face changed to a more serious look.
Again, I did nothing of the sort. And in my house I play by my rules... you should have known better but to challenge me...
Liar!
Scream all you want, kitten. I don't care what lies brought you here, but you attacked me... and now I'll have my fun...
Screaming furious she charged at him, to her surprise, he did not move, and as the sword approached him she saw with horror how his tail lashed at her and knocked the sword from her hands.
She stood there terrorized for a second, but it was all she had, for his jaws closed on her remaining gauntlet and lifted her in the air. She threw punches and kicks at him but he did not even wince and with another lash his tail locked around her neck.
He pushed her against the cold rock and held her there defenseless in spite of all her struggling while he rummaged through her backpack, now on the floor after all the fighting. He pulled with one of his claws her blanket from it, and laid it on a flat rock slightly higher from the ground, placing her struggling body on it.
Let me go!
Not yet... - he said with a dirty smile in his face --
He then ripped her armored leggings with a victorious roar as he held her body in place with his front claws. Then he slowly lowered his head and gave her a long, teasing lick on her crotch, slowly pushing the lips of her pussy aside. Then he moved it up as her body shivered and shook until the sensation paralyzed her, and a long agonizing moan of pleasure escaped her chest.
She kept shivering as he teasingly moved his big tongue in circles around her pussy, just as she was already starting to drip little drops of her juices.
No! Please... stop! -- she whimpered in between moans --
He ignored her pleads and slowly licked it again, gently pushing her lips aside with his tongue and moving it along the slit of her pussy towards her clit, stopping once he reached it. He then teased her clit by rubbing the tip of the tongue against it, pushing it deep and to the sides, making her lose control of her body as she started to shake more and more. She whined, moaned and screamed begging for him to stop, but her body kept building heat and her pussy kept getting wetter. Her breathing became harder and it stopped for a second as he pushed his tongue inside her pussy.
