There was once a mountain village that lived in peaceful seclusion from the troubles of the rest of the world.
The village was protected from all manner of misfortune by the shadow of the mountains. The livestock never became diseased, and the fields were never plagued by locusts. Bandits never visited, and the village's crops always yielded double what was planted.
The price for peace was a heavy one: the village only prospered at the whim of the dragon who nested in the mountains. His magic made good weather and rich soil, and his fearsome temper and voracious appetite kept trouble at bay.
The dragon was a fierce wyrm, a demon from hell as heavy as five men and many times stronger. It crawled the mountain, fighting lions to amuse itself. When it had its fill of fighting, it would fly back to its cave, where the wyrm's bride awaited its return and received its passion.
This was the price for peace on the mountain: every ten years, a maiden was chosen to live with the dragon as its bride.
The village maidens all grew up with the fear of being chosen in the lottery, and it soon became the culture of the village to marry young in order to avoid that fate. Those who did not find husbands early were encouraged to train their bodies to the extremes of endurance. Over the generations, two cults emerged among the women of the village--the wives and the whores.
The latter cult practiced sex as if it were a religion. Within the temple walls, all was permitted in the name of honing the body. The village men visited nightly to fuck them, penetrating pussy and ass indiscriminately, as they imagined the wyrm would. The temple whores would be fucked to their limits, always striving to last longer before their bodies gave out to weakness.
And indeed, their endurance was formidable. The temple whores stretched themselves daily, working gradually up to enormous dildos. This was often done in pairs; one woman would gradually work her fist inside the other. After she had fucked her with her fist for a while, she would fuck the temple whore on something larger. The senior acolytes could take a stone or glass cock twice as thick as a forearm and just as long. Gradually, the temple whore would fuck herself on the dildo until she could fit all of it inside. Dildo splitting her open, she might return the favor and fist the other woman, or attempt to fuck herself on the dildo for several hours--nothing was known of the dragon's stamina. Frequently the temple priest or other visitors would use her asshole while her cunt was filled to its limit.
The temple whores paid equal care to their assholes, oiling themselves frequently. It was not known what the dragon's preference would be. They trained themselves to take cocks of unimaginable size and length in both holes.
While the wives practiced domestic labor, the temple acolytes ran for miles each day and trained their muscles to those of warriors, in addition to their sexual training. Donations taken from their whoring were used to fund their monastic lifestyle.
Only rarely would one of the temple whores defect to life as a wife, even though the wives were safer; only the unwed were candidates for the dragon. The temple cult had inadvertently created eager sacrifices. The temple whores felt a duty to protect the wives from an ordeal for which they were not prepared--but that was only half the reason. The priest and the senior temple whores imbued a desire for the dragon in their acolytes, spoiling them for sex with anyone else. Every waking moment was spent in preparation for a husband that would only choose one every ten years. The penises of the village men held little interest; only the new acolytes still wailed and writhed in euphoria when it was their night to take donations for the temple.
As happened every ten years, it came time for the village elders to select the dragon's bride in the lottery. An acolyte of the temple whores was chosen as usual. And as was tradition, a small army of ladies in waiting was selected from the wives to accompany her up the mountain. All dressed in sacrificial white in order to deliver the acolyte to the cave of her husband.
The journey up the mountain took three days, as there were frequent stops for practical and ceremonial rites. The acolyte stretched herself open twice daily, stretching first her pussy, then her ass around the enormous jade dildos commissioned for the sacrificial bride. One of the wives comforted her anxiously, asking if she was in pain, which was sweet and endearing to the acolyte.
"It doesn't hurt," the acolyte said. "Do you want to try?"
This question had come on the night of the second day. This wife had watched the acolyte intently each time she fucked herself on the dildos, while the others had averted their eyes.
"Wouldn't it hurt me?" the wife asked, watching the slick jade slide in and out of the acolyte's pussy. It was nearly as thick as one of the wife's slender thighs.
"Not if I did it," the acolyte said.
It attracted some attention from the other wives when the wife presented herself to be fingered, lifting her white dress up to her hips. She was already wet, and two fingers slid inside easily. The acolyte fucked her roughly with them until she came. Then she slid three inside. The acolyte fucked her with three fingers for a long time, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. The wife was soon soaked in sweat, arms twisted over her face so she couldn't see the judgment of the other wives as she panted and whined.
Four fingers had felt impossible. The fist easing inside her an hour after they'd started had rocked her whole body with orgasm. Then the acolyte started fucking her with it. The wife thrashed, animal grunts escaping her lips with every thrust of the fist inside her. Wives were sexual creatures, but not like this. They fucked their husbands and ate other wives's pussies, sweet and docile.
The wife's body convulsed, a loud, constant moan becoming a scream as the acolyte's fist twisted inside her. Her legs had spread as wide as they could go, her feet hovering up near her ears as she was pounded. She'd never been in a position this lewd before. She orgasmed on the acolyte's fist for a second time, squeezing her forearm. Watching it move inside her, it didn't seem real.
The acolyte poured oils over her throbbing pussy. They made her feel hot and loose. The acolyte kept fucking her, her fist making a deep squelching sound inside her that had the wife shaking and undone. Around her, the other wives had been taken in by the brazen intercourse at the campfire. A pair had started to rub their cunts together, sighing gently. The remaining three touched each other's breasts and curled their fingers over wet labias.
"I can't take any more," the wife begged as she came for the fourth time.
Carefully, the acolyte removed her fist. The wife's cunt clamped down on nothing as she kept coming.
"You're stretched enough for one of these," the acolyte said, nodding down at the dildo buried inside her own cunt.