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The Tale Of The Dragons Brides

The Tale Of The Dragons Brides

by squiregeoff
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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.

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"Oh God," moaned one of the other wives as a tongue invaded her.

"I can't take it," the wife said, chest heaving. She fell back against the ground. "I'll die."

The acolyte had mercy on her, though she looked at the wife with lust for the rest of the journey. The acolyte had a reputation for her eagerness to initiate the nervous maidens who chose to enter the temple. All the young maidens fell in love with her as their anxiety melted away under her hands.

This time, the acolyte found herself the one infatuated. She watched fondly as the wife organized the camp in the morning, face flushed from being debauched in front of the others.

When they stopped at midday for a meal and a rest, the acolyte performed her rite as usual, stretching herself.

The wife watched her enter herself with the dildo, eyes greedy. The acolyte first stretched her cunt, then her ass, amused by the wife's unfailing attention. Eventually, the acolyte crooked her fingers at the wife.

"Why did you not enter the temple?" the acolyte asked. She lifted the wife's white dress and began to massage her fingers into her pussy. The wife took three fingers right away, relaxed and eager.

"The lord of commerce took interest in me," the wife said. She rocked eagerly on the acolyte's fingers, pussy juices flowing down her legs. The acolyte pushed four fingers inside. "He's, ah, very influential."

"I see, that sounds like a wonderful opportunity," the acolyte said. She eased her fist inside the wife, just as she'd done the previous night. The wife shook, moaning shamelessly. The acolyte opened her up with gentle movement inside her, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew her hand. She told the wife to get on her hands and knees.

The wife did so. The acolyte poured oil over her, dribbling it over her asshole and letting it drip down to her pussy.

"Do you trust me to make you feel good?" The acolyte whispered in her ear. The wife nodded eagerly. The acolyte prepared one of the jade dildos with oil--the other was still inside the acolyte, stretching her ass.

The acolyte eased her hand back inside the wife, slick with oil, and worked her open. The wife moaned, fucking herself back on the acolyte 's arm. The acolyte made her hand into a spade in order to enter the wife, then pulled her hand out in the shape of a fist. She repeated this a dozen times, the wife whining sharply through her teeth each time. Again, the acolyte drew her hand out.

"I would have taken very good care of you in the temple," the acolyte teased.

"Aren't you...taking good care of me now?" The wife panted.

The acolyte felt scorched by desire. She lined the head of the dildo up against the wife's pussy and gently stretched her lips over it. The wife's legs shook as the acolyte pushed her slowly down onto it.

The head entered her, stretching her wider than she thought she could be stretched, and the wife came, clenching around it. The acolyte reached around for her clit, enjoying how she howled like an animal, sweaty and ripe.

"It's too much, too much," the wife cried. "I can't take any more."

The acolyte stroked her labia gently, massaging the flesh down against the stone dildo. The wife grunted and panted, still coming.

"You did so well," the acolyte cooed. "Will you trust me?"

Again, the wife nodded eagerly. The other wives, finished their lunch, watched the show. Most had enough shame not to fall into lust in the light of day, but one held another in her lap and fingered her.

The acolyte began to work her fingers into the wife's ass. The wife jerked and writhed at the unfamiliar pleasure, and found herself begging for it. Her every movement skewered herself deeper on the dildo in her pussy, but she barely noticed, too focused on the second finger breaching inside her.

The acolyte fucked her fingers into the wife's ass and the wife howled as she came again. The acolyte didn't ease her pace, finger-fucking the wife through it. The wife's whole body convulsed in ecstasy, thrusting her hips back to swallow the acolyte's fingers deeper, but also, she realized, to swallow the jade dildo all the way to the base. She was skewered on fourteen inches of stone as thick around as her thigh, and she couldn't stop coming, couldn't stop rocking her hips back. The acolyte made sweet noises of pleasure as she rocked with the wife, fucking herself down against the monstrous dildo still inside her.

"I can't stop," the wife wailed. Her whole body shook. "Oh God, I can't stop."

The acolyte pushed three fingers inside her ass, and the wife keened. She fucked her for a while longer, letting the wife's body run from one orgasm to another. When the wife's body finally relaxed, the wife slumped and groaning against the ground, the acolyte removed her fingers and massaged the wife's clit instead. She gradually worked her up to another orgasm around the enormous dildo, until she was babbling and shaking.

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The acolyte carefully removed the dildo. The wife lifted herself on shaking arms, nearly collapsing with the effort. She was able to lift herself for just long enough to throw herself into the acolyte's arms. The acolyte held her, disguising her surprise. The wife's arms wrapped tightly around her neck. The women eventually parted in order to wash, but the wife was not able to walk any more that day, her legs shaking like a lamb's.

The traveling party was delayed, forced to camp for the night where they had only intended to stop for a quick lunch. In order to make up for the trouble, the next morning the wife rose early. She took the waterskins to the river to fill them.

The wife was bent over the water, humming to herself, when she realized she was not alone. The water was as clear as crystal, and its surface reflected the lion creeping up behind her.

The wife fell from the bank in her terrified scramble, falling in the water. She screamed, fighting her billowing white dress as she tried to swim toward the center of the river. The wife caught glimpses of the lion as she struggled to keep her head above the water, realizing too late that the river was just as likely to kill her.

The strong current whisked her under, despite how she fought. The wife realized with despair that she did not have the strength to save herself, her arms and legs still weak from yesterday.

Yet she was saved. She gasped for air. The wife grasped her hands out for purchase in something solid, and her fingers dug into grassy earth.

A large, clawed hand closed around her waist, careful not to prick her. Delicately, the beast turned her over. It was three or four times the size of the lion, perhaps twice the size of a horse. It was lizard-like, covered in red scales, but flicked a cow's tail behind it as its eyes consumed her.

This was the dragon. Hot breath flared from its nostrils. The wife looked down at herself. Her white dress, soaked by the river, clung to her body like another skin. The dragon's tongue flicked from between sharp teeth. It licked her breast through her dress, a forceful swipe that made her nipples stand hard.

The wife, barely daring to breathe, looked down the dragon's body. A slimy thing poked out from between the scales of its underbelly. The wife's chest heaved. The dragon dipped its head and carefully took the wife's dress in its teeth. Methodically, the dragon ripped her dress to shreds one bite at a time. The slimy thing grew bigger and longer as it fully emerged. Its slippery length fell heavily against her thighs and stomach, rubbing against her with every movement as the dragon undressed her.

It was thick and long, unlike any cock the wife had ever seen. It was black, its tip like an arrowhead, but the shaft was composed of several bulbs--like a string of garlic. Each bulb was larger than a fist. The cock was longer than the jade dildo, and the bulbs at the base were even thicker. If it fucked her with that, she'd go insane.

Now that the beast had shredded her dress, its tongue flicked over her bare breasts, its breath unbearably hot on her chest. The wife felt its cock sliding over her, heard the dragon's claws digging into the riverbank for purchase. The cock nestled into place between the wife's pussy lips; she realized that she had spread her legs at some point. She whined at the feeling of the hot, slimy length sliding up her labia.

The dragon shifted, wings releasing a single flap of air in excitement. It rutted against her spread pussy, dragging the bulbs up and down the wife's clit. The wife moaned despite herself, her cunt contracting as she neared orgasm. The dragon pushed down, the underside of its cock opening her labia so the contractions massaged each bulb as they slid up and down her cunt. Precome leaked from the tip onto the wife's stomach.

The wife rocked her hips up as she started to come, rubbing herself needily up as the dragon snorted and rutted down. She cried out as she came on the dragon's cock, cunt squeezing against the underside.

The dragon snorted again. It took her ankles in its foreclaws and pinned them up next to her head. The wife was folded lewdly in half, pussy open and ready. She watched between her legs, mouth hanging open, as the dragon rubbed itself, trying to find her hole with the tip of its cock. The arrowhead tip grazed her entrance, and the wife lifted her hips to help, heart pounding. The tip breached her still-pulsing entrance.

The dragon pushed inside her, her cunt swallowing each bulb. The wife arched and wailed, coming again as the slimy thing invaded her one bulb at a time. She felt the same transgressive pleasure as she'd felt with the jade dildo sinking into her, splitting her impossibly wide.

Encouraged, the dragon began to fuck into her. Its cock was too big to fit all the way inside. The last two bulbs were bigger than the others, and they slapped against her hole with nowhere to go. The force of the fuck was the most erotic part. Her body jerked under its every thrust, and her breasts jiggled in place. The wife grunted and panted as it dragged those bulbs in and out of her. She came again quickly, screaming as the onslaught continued. The bulbs that wouldn't fit slapped desperately against her pussy as the dragon got closer to its orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God," the wife wailed, watching her pussy tightly clinging to the dragon as it rammed into her. It fucked her so hard she slid up and down against the river bank, pinned only in place by the dragon's claws closed around her ankles.

The wife's tongue lolled out of her mouth as the beast continued to use her. She moaned open mouthed at the brutal pace, unable to see anything except the scaly belly of the dragon mounted over her.

The dragon's pace increased to a frenzy; the wife screamed and bucked under it as the dragon finally came, pulsing inside her repeatedly. Her cunt was flooded with heat, and the wife came again as well, grunting and moaning. She fucked herself on its cock as thick come squelched deep inside. She thrust her hips up uncontrollably until her muscles gave out.

The dragon at last released her ankles from its claws. It slowly drew its cock out of her, and a flood of thick cum followed. The wife breathed heavily, chest heaving. Her pussy contracted, more cum flowing from her hole with every pulse. Her head was in the clouds. There were angry red scratches on her stomach where the dragon's scales had rubbed her, but she hadn't felt them at all. She still didn't.

The dragon's tongue darted over her breasts and stomach, tickling. Its cock had not retracted into its body, but still hung low, covered in its milky cum. The wife stared at it; another contraction pushed another slow stream of cum out of her cunt.

The wife was scooped up by one of the dragon's claws and dumped onto her stomach. The dragon's cock slid between her legs, looking for her hole again. The wife groaned as the cock rubbed against her clit from behind, jabbing at her in frustration as it searched for the right angle. The wife tried to bring herself up to meet it, but her muscles only trembled and relaxed again.

Another few tries, and the dragon managed to skewer her again. The wife cried out in pleasure as the bulbs entered her once more. The dragon's pace this time was brutal from the start. It slammed eagerly into her limp body, torturing her cunt with the erotic shape of its cock. The wife had no choice but to come repeatedly as it dragged those fist-sized bulbs in and out of her.

"It's so good, it's so good," the wife groaned. Her groans and the wet slap of the dragon's slimy member as the larger bulbs at the base beat against her labia were the only sounds on the mountain for miles.

*

Eventually the acolyte and the wives went looking for the missing wife, but they were only able to track her as far as the river. There they found the waterskins abandoned.

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