Mated to the Dragon

Chapter 11

"Cressida." She said, looking at him, sitting on her ass with her knees drawn up to her chest, arms around them, protectively, rocking back and forth slightly. "W-what's your name?"

"My name, has been lost for many centuries, with the last person who knew it. You may call me Stonetooth, for now. Maybe, if I trust you enough, I will give you my real name." he said, eyes glowing like coals.

"O-okay." She said, looking at her feet, and then looking back at the dragon.

He kept her there for several hours, asking mainly of China, and how it was going, reminiscing about the times he had taken part in the festivals there, and gasping in horror as she relayed the basic image of what Chinese dragons looked like in the festivals. "So ugly!" He had remarked, and she had agreed with him wholeheartedly.

She was kept in the lair for so long, that she deemed it safer to stay there the night and return back to the nearest town come morning.

Stonetooth had, grudgingly, agreed, and offered the a space to sleep by him, where it warm and cozy, the reverberating beats of the dragons massive heart and the sound of his breathing lulling her to sleep. But sleep wasn't coming easy, the rifling of her mind by the dragon had awakened her long-dead fantasies of dragons, and she couldn't help but lay awake and relive them, and wonder if she had the nerve to ever try and live them for real now that she knew a real dragon. But no, she was far too timid for that, wasn't she? This was a real dragon, not some fantasy creature that was magically attracted to her.

"What is bothering you?" The dragon asked, twisting his large head down towards her, yellow eyes blinking open. "Your constant shifting is keeping me from sleeping."

"J-just sleep. I'll stop moving." She assured, brushing a bright red and breathing a little faster and shallower. "It's nothing.."

"It doesn't sound like nothing." The dragon said with a soft grumble. "So either tell me, or I'll pull the information out of your mind."

"I-its...." She paused, the nervousness in her voice very apparent. "Um...It's just..." her eyes rapidly flicked from side to side as she tried to think of what to say while still sounding truthful. "I'm just...um..thinking of asking you something that I don't want to ask...not really.." She said, with a firm nod, settling for being vague.

"Then ask." the dragon said irritably, frowning at her and laying his head down. "I won't ignite you if you ask the wrong thing."

"B-but the question is...it's...um...rude." She said, shaking her head frantically.

"Dragon's don't adhere to the same strict rules of formality as humans, we don't care what you ask." The dragon assured. "So just ask so I can go back to sleep."

Cressida tilted her head, and flushed a little further, looking the other way, leaning against his belly a little, looking down at her hand, and then tentatively lifting it, until her fingertips were pressed against the scales of his stomach, and she began a slow stroking motion, caressing his scales gently.

"An odd way to ask a question." The dragon commented, shifting a bit.

She let out a shaky breath and looked back towards his muzzle, and gave the softest of whimpers, steeling herself, before she slid her hand back and down a little, until it reached the entrance of his sheath.

Cressida heard, and felt the dragon move, his head popping up at the sudden feeling of something touching his most private area, his tail giving a quick thrash and knocking over several expensive vases with loud crashes.

But no rebuke came, and she continued to gently slide her fingertips over the entrance, kneading smoothly at the hard, scaled flesh.

With a slight shiver, she leaned in closer and stroked her fingers deeper into the opening, squeezing past the tightness to rub at the hidden flesh within, earning her a long, grating hiss from the dragon as he settled back down, rolling further onto his side to give her better access, tail twitching through the piles of treasure.

She took that as a sign that she was doing well, leaning in even closer, shifting so that she was sitting right next to his sheath, and holding it in both hand, spreading it open with her fingers and using the tips of her thumb to stroke and rub at the pink flesh inside, until it began to emerge, his sheath swelling as the head of his draconic member peeked from its home.

On impulse, she shifted her hand, sliding one down to rub at the dragons balls gently, kneading them, taking each in a heavy handful, while her other hand wrapped about the shaft, just below the head, and began to stroke slowly, up and down, her face flushed and her breathing hard and heavy.

She couldn't believe she was actually doing it, living out her fantasies with a real dragon, stroking at his stiffening c**k and rubbing his balls.

"I-is that a yes?" she asked tentatively of the dragon, giving the head of his thick length a gentle squeeze.

A soft rumble was her only answer for a few second, and then, "Yes! please! go on!" The dragon hissed, a note of something that sounded suspiciously like pleading in his tone.

She nodded, and then returned her attention to the length in front of her, leaning in and blowing a cool wash of air over it, making the dragon gasp and jerk a bit, and, surprising herself, Cressida giggled gently.

Seemingly emboldened by the dragons writhing, she leaned in closer, giving a gentle kiss to the head of the dragons length, which very quickly turned into a laving tongue stroke, and then into a light suckle, the taste of the dragons length, the heat, the scent, more than she could have fantasized about in her guiltiest moments.

Giving the length a few more gentle strokes, she pulled back, rubbing furiously, encouraging his length to slide free to full hardness.

She moved back a little to see his length fully and couldn't help but gasp at the sheer size of it. She doubted that any human female could take it all without serious injury, and she moved back in closer again, running her fingertips from top to bottom, admiring the sheer hardness of it, how smooth it felt between her fingers. Her tongue returned to the head, even as her hands worked him once more, the human giving her slow licks from just under the head to the very tip, ending with a gently suckle on the very end.

Her hands moved faster, her free hand moving back to his balls and rubbing gently, her mouth sliding as far over the end as she could manage as her tongue swirled across him lustfully, rapidly flicking at his length as she felt him start to throb against her, streams of his thick pre spilling from his tip onto her tongue, making her moan at the exotic, alien taste.

Cressida shifted closer, and began to work him furiously, turning her head and suckling powerfully at the edges of his tip as she rubbed and stroked, eager for his seed.

It took only a another few moments of this stimulation, before she heard his mighty roar and felt his length pulse and throb wildly in her grip. She quickly moved back to his tip, licking along it as fast as she could, smiling as she laved her tongue on the dragons c**k, before a sudden heavy pulse of his thick, hot dragon c*m spilled from his length and jetted right into her mouth.

She was stunned, surprised by the creamy substance suddenly filling her mouth, swallowing convulsively, reflexively, even as another spurt quickly followed, shooting against the mass already there, the thick, glutinous seed splashing over her mouth and neck as her eyes went wide, trying to swallow faster as more and more followed, the heat covering her front and face as she suckled eagerly at his length, trying to get as much as she could, uncaring how much covered her, the copious spurts eventually coming to a stop.

Cressida turned back towards the dragon, her eyes still wide as droplets of c*m spilled and dribbled from her mouth and down her face, her breathing heavy and hard as she looked at him, his head raising to look at her, a soft purr in his throat. "That was good..." He said with a long, heavy contented sigh. "But now...I need to sleep now.." he murmured as he laid his head down on a pile of treasure, eyes closing slowly, and quickly, he was snoring.

The young human gave a smile, licking her lips free of the mess he had created, eyes sparkling as she gave the dragons length an affectionate lick, exulting in the power she held over the mighty creature.

The next morning, she was all packed up and ready to go, the vase carefully strapped to her chest, where she couldn't break it, hopefully, and the dragon watched her go sadly. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." She said, with a smile.

Stonetooth nodded, and then slid forwards a little, delicately picking up a small ruby from a pile of treasure and dropping it into her vase with a plinking sound. "I'll be waiting."