Tales of Debauchery and Lust

Dragon's Lair

“The maiden is kept in a cave on the far side of the island, hidden in the high cliffs of Tiornic. The only way to reach it is to scale down the cliff face from above,” the voice of the royal advisor droned on boring Sir Saragrath with the same information he’d been told before. “You must go in the day while the dragon sleeps. Anyone who has faced the dragon when the beast awakens at dusk has perished.”

“Yes, yes,” Sir Saragrath said dismissively, “I am well aware of the dangers.” He was more than eager to sail off to rescue the woman and prove himself to the crowned prince. The rumors of the maiden’s beauty had reached Prince Hipano’s ears and he was anxious to make her his bride. First, however, he needed to find a champion strong and brave enough to rescue her from her prison where she was guarded by a fearsome dragon who had killed everyone who had dared enter its lair.

“Sir Saragrath,” the prince’s voice carried easily through the chamber, holding the weight of command. “Bring my future wife to me unharmed and you will be well rewarded!”

The knight bowed slightly, a smile playing across his lips. “It shall be done, your highness!”

*****

They docked the ship and rowed to a place on the island that was accessible by sea in the late morning. The hike to the tops of the cliffs was long and arduous, and it was late afternoon before they reached the place where they could climb down to enter the cave far below. The crash of the waves on the sharp rocks at the base of the cliff echoed up, a reminder of how quickly their mission would end with one falsely placed step.

Sir Saragrath readied the ropes, pounding a stake into the ground to tie off to, and prepared to launch himself over the edge. He had never been fond of sleeping in the outdoors, even in his opulent tent, and wanted to rescue the maiden and be on their way back to the ship before the stars came out.

“Master?” his squire, Navault, stopped him with a quiet inquiry. “Do you not think it best to wait until morning? The sun will set in a few short hours and the royal advisor said-“

“Grab your rope, lad!” the knight interrupted. “We will be well away with the lady before the first star winks down upon us!”

The boy wasn’t convinced of his master’s bravado, but it was not his place to question, so he, too, secured his ropes to a stake in the ground and prepared to follow the knight over the side of the sheer cliff face.

The sun was noticeably lower in the sky when the two arrived at the entrance to the cave. The last of the day’s light barely piercing through the dark gloom of the rocky cavern. Sir Saragrath paused to listen for any sounds of a giant, blood thirsty beast, but he could hear nothing over the roaring of the sea below crashing against the jagged rocks at the base of the cliff.

Cautiously, he moved forward into the cave’s inky depths, Navault close on his heels. The path they followed was slippery and tilted downwards slightly, making them choose their footing carefully. They hadn’t walked far when the flickering light of a wall sconce chased the darkness away, and made it easier to walk, being able to see where they were stepping.

The narrow passage broadened out into a large natural chamber. The rock formations seemed to come alive and dance in the light of the flickering flame. Neither man paid much attention, however. Their eyes were riveted on the form of the young woman sleeping in a softly cushioned bed in the center of the chamber. Her hair seemed to shimmer silver, and reached well past her waist. Her skin glowed like moonlight. The thin dress she wore did nothing to hide her slender form.

Sir Saragrath wanted her instantly. He could feel his manhood twitching in anticipation. The climb down the cliff had meant he didn’t need to fuss with removing his armor, so he began unlacing his breeches, his eyes never leaving the body of the woman before him.

“Master!” Navault hissed. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my prize, Navault,” the knight answered imperially, moving closer to the sleeping form.

“Master, no! You mustn’t!” Navault had learned long ago not to question his master, but in this case, he knew that what the older man had in mind would only end badly. “Please, sir, the sun will be setting soon. We must be away before the dragon comes!”

Sir Saragrath managed to tear his eyes away from the beauty on the bed to glance at his squire in irritation. “As you can see, this won’t take long,” he smirked, grasping his erection at the base. Already, droplets of clear prec*m oozed from the tip. Something about the girl called to him. “Either watch, join, or go back to the entrance to keep guard.”

Navault was not immune to the girl’s beauty, and he struggled to deny his own throbbing c*ck. They were meant to bring the young woman back to wed the prince! What would he do if they f*cked her? Would he even know? Navault shook his head as though to dislodge the temptation.

The men turned their attention to the object of their lust once again, surprised to see she had woken up and was regarding them with a serene expression. Her blue eyes were so pale they appeared purple. Her full, luscious lips, a rosy pink, were slightly parted and as her delicate tongue flicked out to wet them, Sir Saragrath couldn’t contain the soft moan of desire that passed his lips.

“Who are you?” she asked softly. Her voice had a strange musical sounding lilt to it. The sound was foreign yet hypnotic and Sir Saragrath moved closer to her.

“I am Sir Saragrath, a knight of the Elnarion kingdom come to rescue you, my lady,” he smiled his most charming smile at her. “Our illustrious prince and future king, bid me to bring you to him to wed.”

If she was surprised by his words, she didn’t show it. Her incredible eyes slid down his body, stopping at the erection pointing at her. “And why are you so exposed, good sir knight?” she asked with a hint of amusement in her tone.

Now his smile turned predatory as his mind began to concoct a story that would get him what he wanted. “Well, you see my lady, it is how I must rescue you,” he said, taking another step towards her.

“Oh?” her eyes watched him closely, but she gave no indication of being afraid, only mildly curious. “And what might that entail?”

“The dragon will not let you go, my lady, without the seed of a man within you,” Sir Saragrath said the lie quickly, ignoring Navault’s shocked gasp behind him and once more advancing towards the bed.

One of the young woman’s eyebrows quirked, but it was the only indication she had heard him. Her eyes once again raked over his body, lingering for long moments on his c*ck which had darkened to a reddish shade of purple. “And does your prince not mind if I have known the touch of a man such as yourself before he is to wed me?” she asked innocently.

He could feel Navault’s disapproving stare on his back, but Sir Saragrath wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anything before in his life. “I can deposit my gift where it will not affect your maidenhood,” he promised slyly.

“Master!” Navault hissed at him again, hoping to break whatever spell seemed to have captured his mentor.

“And is it this that your companion will… watch, join, or guard?” the woman asked with a coy smile.

“I believe,” Sir Saragrath growled, turning towards his ward, “that he will be guarding the entrance, my lady.” He gave Navault a pointed look, and the youth understood he had already pushed harder than he should have. With one last regretful look at the maiden, he retreated back to the entrance of the cave where he paced nervously.

“So? How do we begin, sir?” the woman looked at Sir Saragrath with so much innocent trust that he hesitated for just a moment.

A moment that passed all too quickly.

“Remove your garment, my lady,” he whispered, stroking his c*ck softly in anticipation.

She slipped the simple dress over her head and let it drop to the floor of the cave silently. Her eyes stayed on his, waiting patiently for his next request.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her pale skin glowed, and his fingers itched to explore her soft curves. Her breasts were small, but high and firm, tipped with the palest pink n*pples that were tightened into points, begging for his lips and fingers to tease them. The triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs was light, and thin enough that he could see the glistening lips of her l*bia through it.

Eagerly, he closed the final distance to the bed, settling between her slim legs. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue dipping in to taste her as she sighed. Her breast was soft and cool under his rough hand, and he kneaded the flesh, lightly pinching her taut n*pple, drawing a gasp of need from her. The scent of night blooming jasmine filled his nostrils as her arousal increased.

Releasing her mouth, he trailed hot, open mouth kisses down her sensual neck, over her collarbone, and down further until he captured one pert n*pple in his mouth, suckling gently. Vaguely, he was aware that there was some urgency with time, but he was compelled to taste every inch of her, to claim her. He wanted to hear her moan in ecstasy and feel her body writhe beneath him.

Her hands tangled in his hair and seemed to guide him further down her body until his head rested between her spread thighs. Her delectable p*ssy was spread open for him to feast upon, the juices glistening like tiny droplets of starlight clinging to the swollen nether lips and impossibly soft curly hair. His tongue dipped between her moist folds, gathering the tasty offering there. As he settled in, licking and slurping her in earnest, she let her head fall back and lost herself in the sensations.

Navault watched the sun flirt with the horizon, listening to the unmistakable noises of passion floating out to him from the recesses of the cave. He was tempted, for a moment, to return when he heard the feminine cry of orgasmic release, but changed his mind when the noises turned into a guttural grunting, groaning, punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. The young man rung his hands nervously, trying to will the sunset to not happen.

Sir Saragrath lost himself in the taste and feel of the woman beneath him. Her lusty cry of surrender reached deep into his soul. He barely registered that her flesh, that had been cool to the touch when they had started, was now feverishly warm. So hot to the touch, in fact, that it very nearly burned him where their bodies met and slid together.

He hadn’t meant to take her. He had wanted to bury himself in her ass or have her swallow his seed. He knew the prince would never forgive him for plundering her, but it didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but making her his. His c*ck throbbed and he could hold back no longer. He plunged his shaft deep inside her, reveling in the feel of her internal walls gripping him, squeezing him tight. So intent on his pleasure, he didn’t even notice that her body offered no resistance. She yielded beneath him, matched his thrusts, and screamed her release as his seed spurted into her womb. He felt wave after wave of pleasure overwhelm his senses as he emptied himself into her, c*mming so hard he didn’t notice when her claws tore his shirt to shreds.

Completely spent, Sir Saragrath collapsed on the woman’s chest, dozing lightly as her claw gently stroked up and down his spine. The feeling was soothing and lulled him into a deeper trance. He was unaware that her now hot skin was forming into scales, and only thought of the comfort of being covered when her tail wrapped around him.

“Tell me, good sir knight,” she said at last in her strangely musical voice. “Does your kind no longer include honesty in your creed?”

His mind was swimming on the after effects of his lust. If he hadn’t been so deeply sated, perhaps he would have realized the trap he had walked into. “Of course we do, my lady.”

“And tell me, sir,” she continued, “do you not value duty to your king and country?”

“I do, indeed,” came his sleepy reply.

“And honor, sir? Where is your honor?” she asked, her voice dropping as her neck elongated.

“My honor is here, with you,” Sir Saragrath sighed happily.

Navault watched the sun dip below the horizon in horror, but there was no sign of the dragon. Quickly, he hurried back to the chamber now that the sounds of love making had quieted. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of his master wrapped in the embrace of a silvery white dragon. She glanced up at the youth, her blue eyes so pale, they appeared purple, and Navault knelt in front of her, understanding immediately what had occurred.

The dragon regarded the youth with interest. She had seen how much he had desired her human form, but he had acted with honor, and had even risked his master’s ire by trying to stop him from taking her as he had. She would need to ponder on what to do with the young man. For now, though, she turned her attention back to the knight laying in her clutches, still ignorant of the danger he was in, despite the lines of blood now flowing freely down his back.

“You lied to me, sir knight,” she accused. “You did not do your duty to your prince. And you have no honor!” she ended on a roar that made Navault cower in fear.

The terrible sound of her fury broke through Sir Saragrath’s daze and he stared at her in horror as the reality of what he had done struck him full force. “No! No! You tricked me! You put a spell on me! You’re a demon!” he screeched, attempting to flee her grip.

The dragon merely sighed and tightened her hold, feeling bones snap and his breathing became a shallow gurgling sound. Curious, she looked at the youth crouched in front of her with his head pressed to the floor, trembling in terror. “You, boy, do you believe this knight acted with honesty, duty, and honor?”

Navault risked glancing up into the dragon’s face. Something in the beast’s expression made him relax. If she intended to kill him, he knew, it would be quick and painless. If she did not intend to kill him, he may be granted something much more precious than anything Sir Saragrath or even the prince could hope to give him. He decided to answer her question as truthfully as he could. Shaking his head, he whispered, “No. No, I do not believe he acted with honesty, duty, and honor, my lady.”

“I thought not,” the dragon grinned before leaning forward and, with no more than three bites, the only thing remaining of Sir Saragrath was a red stain on the floor and some shredded clothes. The dragon settled back, licking her lips while she studied Navault. “Tell me, child. Do you believe you have acted with honesty, duty, and honor?”

The question caught him off guard and he thought about his answer. “I- I’m not sure, my lady,” his voice shook as he searched for the words that would explain how he felt. “I have tried to do my best.”

The dragon studied him for long silent minutes. “Come here,” she said at length, beckoning him towards her with one razor sharp claw.

He stood on quaking legs and shuffled as close to her as his body would allow. Fear coated his throat and he was deeply worried about losing control of his bodily functions.

“I think I will keep you for a while as my pet,” the dragon crooned to him. Her forked tongue reached out and gently licked the tear that had escaped, unnoticed, from his eye. “Do you find me so terrible?”

“N-no, my lady,” he stuttered. “I think… I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

She preened at his compliment. “Even in this form?”

“Especially like this, mistress!” he gushed before he could second guess himself.

“You’re a strange human,” she remarked thoughtfully. “I’m looking forward to learning more about you.”

Navault gulped. “I hope I’m not a disappointment, mistress.”

Her laughter reverberated off the walls of the cave. “Oh my dear pet, I highly doubt that. I’ll enjoy teaching you everything you need to know about pleasing me. In both my forms.”