Love at first yiff
Another yiffy human meets dragon, human and dragon soon thereafter have sex story. (god I write about dragons a bit don't I?)
I might make this into a series, if I feel like it. And that dinosaur island story is coming; don't worry.
The human is there for a reason; so don't let it throw you.
I finally achieved something at yiffstar. I've noticed that people who read my stories are starting to write about non-anthro, non-breasted dragons more than before I was member. This is good, as that was one of the reasons that I joined. So thanks to the people who don't write anthro dragons any more.
BTW read the new story by what_the_hell_is_a_kitsune? It kicks ass.
And this story only took me two hours to write, only about ten minutes before I posted it, so don't expect it to be a five star story.
Love at first yiff.
Greg swore as he tripped over a tree root and sprained his ankle. He was walking home from his job at the local sawmill, a walk of only four hundred metres or so that seemed like an eternity.
He was walking because his supra twin turbo had decided to die the day before, only a month out of warranty.
Greg picked himself up, and kept walking, picking up a long stick as he rose, using it as a walking stick so he could walk on his sprained ankle.
He got the funny feeling that someone was watching him, and changed his grip on the stick slightly. He didn't do karate or judo or none of that shit, because if someone was watching him with the intent to hurt him, and he hit back, then they could sue him for assault with a deadly weapon.
But that didn't stop him practicing with staff and mock-swords every day.
He looked around casually, trying to see who it was, because he was sure that there was something out there watching him.
He caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye, and moved to the right, dropping the stick he was holding and picking up another casually, eyes staring from beneath his fringe, trying to see what it was.
He was halfway through picking up the stick when something came darting out of the underbrush.
The first though Greg had was that Baraka out of mortal combat had come bursting from the trees. It was vaguely humanlike, with pallid yellow skin, a wide mouth full of very sharp teeth, and cold grey eyes. But that wasn't the most noticeable thing about it, the thing that drew your eyes were the two giant bones protruding from the things wrists.
The bones grew outwards, curving back along the things forearm, creating something like a weapon. It had one on each arm, and they looked really sharp.
Greg picked up the stick, holding the stick in front of him, as if it could help in some way.
The thing leapt into the air, amazingly high, flipping through the air, angling towards him, straightening out and hurtling towards him, arms outstretched like superman.
It looked pretty stupid, but Greg knew that if the blades caught him, then they would kill him.
He stepped sideways, whirling the stick and bringing it down on the back of the things head.
It didn't even phase it. The thing landed perfectly on its hands, doing a hand-plant, flipping forwards like an acrobat, arms held in front of it, blades angled downwards to catch him on the downswing.
Greg dove to the side, rolling as the blades slammed into the ground.
Greg wondered what he was going to do. This thing, whatever it was, was much to fast for him to run away, and too strong for him to fight, there was absolutely nothing he could do, except for maybe hold it off and wait for help. But that wouldn't be any time soon, because even the tourists wouldn't be coming out here at this hour.
He could hear the high-pitched drone of a motorcycle, but it couldn't get anywhere near where he was standing, because there was just too many trees, and the bike was droning out any sounds of the fight, so there would be no help unless someone saw him, which was pretty unlikely.
Greg realised that he was probably going to die, and that his body would be found by some kid walking along the river, probably dismembered and gnawed on.
That was when Greg let his anger take over.
He did a full three-sixty turn, stepping forwards, swinging the stick hard over his head slamming it into the things chest. The force of the blow lifted it off its feet, and Greg struck again, right in the face, opening up a small cut over its left eye. Greg whirled again, intending to keep striking, when his sprained ankle gave way.
He gave a yell of pain as he fell to his knee, dropping the makeshift staff and clutching his ankle.
The creature leapt forwards, slashing twice.
The first slice caught him across the left shoulder, opening up a deep, ragged cut there. The next one caught him full across the face.
The creature had done a full three sixty spin, bringing the blade on its right arm down in an arc to take his head off. Greg had dodged slightly, but it had still hit him.
The slice had caught him right in the face, from above his right eyebrow, almost down to his left cheek, crossing straight over the bridge of his nose.
The force of the blows sent him spinning to the ground, where he lay in pain, staring up at the creature, who lifted his arm as if to elbow him. Greg could tell that it was going to stab him with the long blade.
Just as the creature was about to plunge the blade into his chest, an explosion of blue light burst into life behind it, a beautiful human leaping from the swirling azure vortex, leaping at the creatures back.
She was beautiful. Easily the most stunning woman Greg had ever seen. She was about five foot six, with long, flowing golden hair, blue eyes, and ruby lips. She was wearing a tunic, with long leather greaves, and high-topped boots. She had several weapons strapped to her body.
She had two sai's, a whip, a dai-katana, two wakizashi, and a liquid knife.
As she leapt at the things back, she drew a sai, stabbing it straight through the back, between the shoulder blades, yanking the blade free in a splash of blood as the thing whirled and snarled at her.
"You know you shouldn't be here." She said coldly, in a voice barely more than a whisper, throwing the sai straight for the things head.
It blocked the blow with both of its blades, and then leapt for her.
Greg could only watch as the woman dispatched the creature with ease.
She stepped sideways, whirling and executing a perfect roundhouse kick, looking like a female Bruce Lee.
The creature stumbled as the kick caught it in the back of the head.
The woman stepped forwards, drawing one of her swords, and throwing it up into the air.
She did a perfect uppercut kick to the chin of the creature, lifting it clean off tis feet. It fell backwards, the sword, thrown into the air, spiralled down underneath it, just as it fell. It landed on the blade, impaling itself fully.
Greg lost consciousness at that point, blood loss and shock finally forcing his body to start shutting down.
The woman took her weapons, and then snatched Greg up in her strong arms, creature another portal with a wave of her hand, stepping through it as the creature slowly turned to ash behind her.
* * *
Greg opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He was in some kind of cave, lit only by candles. It was a rather large cave, with a lot of passages leading off it.
Sitting in the same room as him, reclining on something that looked a little like a giant nest of pillows and blankets, was the woman.
She was sitting cross-legged, a huge tome in her lap, flicking through the pages as if it were a picture book, her long golden hair shining in the firelight.
Greg tried to speak, but all that came out was a kind of rasping, gasping noise.
The woman looked up, saw that he was awake, and put the book down, giving him a wry smile. "You shouldn't try to speak." She said in barely more than a whisper, as if her voice would kill him if she spoke too loudly.
"I'll speak if I want to." He croaked.
The woman got up gracefully, and made her way over to him, conjuring a cup of water out of thin air and offering it to him.
Greg was so thirsty that he ignored the fact that she had just down something that was physically impossible.
He drank down the water with little sips, even though every fibre of his body was yelling at him to scull it as fast as possible.
"You have great self-control." She commented, still whispering.
"Why do you whisper?" He asked weakly.
"You don't want to know." She replied, turning her head away from him.
"Where am I?" He asked next.
"You are in the province of Hyreline." She stated.
"Never heard of it." He replied.
"Well, I did rescue you from your world, and then brought you back to my world. Everything's different here." She said.
"What a good dream." He commented. "I'm in a cave with a hot Amazon chick who just rescued me and can use magic." He said, closing his eyes, willing himself to wake.
"It's not a dream." She stated.
"It's not?" He asked innocently.
"No." She said flatly.
"We'd know if there were magic users running around." He said, "It's the twenty first century, we have technology you know. So stop the act and tell me where I am."
"You are in the province of Hyreline." She said again.
"No I'm not! Tell me where the fuck I am now!" He yelled, even though it felt like each word was tearing a new layer of skin from his throat.
"YOU ARE IN HYRELINE!" The woman hissed, not whispering.
Greg was shocked. He voice was deep, as if it reverberated from deep in the chest of a huge creature. He was reminded forcibly of the voice that came from the bed guys out of Stargate. There voice was deep and weird, no matter how small they actually were. The only difference was that this woman's voice was stills sweet and innocent, as if a giant schoolgirl had said it.
"See, you made me angry." She said ruefully.
"Nice trick. Where have you hidden the microphone? And that was a nice trick with the water too." He commented.
She ground her teeth together, and the sound echoed around the cave, much louder than any human could make by themselves.
"See, the microphone is too sensitive, you should have a switch somewhere, so you can turn it off." He said.
"I don't have a microphone." She said quietly.
"Next you'll be telling me that you're not human. That you're an alien come to find sentient life." He said.
"We gave up on finding anything intelligent after we found you." She said coldly.
"Oh, that stung, did you think of that by yourself?" He asked.
"Maybe." She replied sweetly, smiling slightly. Even this slight smile seemed to light up the room.
"All you are is a woman dressed in some old clothes, trying to trick people into believing that you're from another planet or something. I bet that that thing that attacked me was just a guy in a suit." He said.
"Can any woman you know do this?" She asked.
She then waved her hand once; a stream of multicoloured sparks streaming from her arm.
"With the right ingredients, I could do something like that." He said.
She sighed, and then left for a second.
She came back, pushing a large crate in front of her.
"I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this." She stated, slamming her fist into the side of the crate. One side fell off, and something stepped out from the darkness.
Greg knew what it was, or what it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be a raptor of some kind, although, how they made it look so realistic, he didn't know.
It stepped forwards, tail swishing from side to side, jaws opening and closing hungrily, eyeing the human as if he would make a tasty meal.
The raptor leapt forwards, right off the ground, letting out a high-pitched cry as it attacked.
Greg knew true fear as he realised that no mechanics could make something that realistic.
The woman brought the raptor up short. She used her whip to yank it backwards through the air, and then throw it bodily into the crate.
"Now do you believe me?" She asked sweetly.
"Yes." He almost squeaked.
"Now, you are in the province of Hyreline, I rescued you from your world, and then brought you back here to heal your wounds." She stated.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because you were hurt by my neglect." She said sadly. "I'm the protector of this forest, and I let a creature of evil escape and get free to wreak havoc in your world, so it was my responsibility to retrieve the creature, and fix any damage that it did in your world."
"What are you?" He asked warily.
"That is the most offensive quest--Oh well, you've guessed I'm not human." She said. "But I won't show you what I am." She said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"You'll hate me." She replied. And then she said something else, in which the word 'ugly' was clearly heard.
"You're not ugly." He said sincerely.
"Not in this form." She replied sadly.
"How long are you keeping me?" He asked.
"Until another creature decides to enter your world, which is the only time I am allowed to open a portal." She said.
And so it began. Greg was stuck with the woman, not that he was complaining; she was good company.
His wounds were fully healed when he noticed the first signs of something odd.
* * *
The first thing he noticed was that she never ate, at least not that he saw, although she did leave for several hours a day, for destinations unknown, and often came back with the smell of blood hanging around her, even though he knew that she tried hard to mask it.
The next thing he noticed was that she slept behind an impregnable door. At first he thought that it was because she liked her privacy, or that she thought that he might come in one night and try to rape her, but then he got a glance in there one day. There was a nest-like bed in this room too, like the room where he slept, only thins one looked like something HUGE had slept in it. Greg stayed up all night, listening at the door, and occasionally heard the sound of something massive shifting behind the door, and the sound of large lungs working. He guessed that she had to have some monstrous beast in there with her.
The suspicion was further enhanced when she came back with a large wound on her arm one day. She had retreated to her room, locking the door.
Greg had then heard a loud roar of pain, as if a t-rex had just been kicked in the balls, only coming from her room. He guessed that she had been taking her anger out on the larger creature, and wondered what kind of woman she could be to be so wantonly cruel, and to attack a creature big enough to make such a noise.
And he also noticed that she served him only meat, which looked like it had been freshly killed.
He watched her cut meat from a carcass one day, out of sight, and saw that the bull that she getting meat from had several large bites taken out of it.
He wanted out, very soon, but no creatures were stupid enough to try and leave the forest, so she couldn't take him home.
She came back again; this time with several large spines stuck in her right shoulder, and retreated into the room, where the roaring started again.
He made up his mind to find out what was going on.
He walked over to the door, and knocked on it tentatively.
She came to the door, panting hard, looking in great pain. "What?" She whispered.
Greg looked past her, and saw that the room was empty.
"Do you want some help with that?" He asked.
"No, I'm quite fine." She said, sinking a few inches.
"No you're not." He stated, pushing into the room, ignoring her protests, and picking her up gently and carrying her over to the nest-bed.
It smelt odd, like apples and honey, and was strangely intoxicating. He laid her face down among the blankets and pillows, cutting her shirt off with one of her daggers so he could see the wounds better.
"This is gonna hurt." He said. There were five spines in her shoulder, buried deep, each one surrounded by red, inflamed flesh.
Greg pulled the ends of them together, and then yanked hard.
She roared with pain.
Greg threw the spines to the side, holding his ears, as the whole cave seemed to shake.
The roar slowly dropped away, the woman falling unconscious from the pain.
Greg watched as a blue ball of mist seemed swirl around her body, like something out of a Disney cartoon, her body slowly changing, growing bigger, her skin turning to scales, her face elongating, her legs shortening, her arms becoming a pair of legs, wings sprouting from her shoulders, a tail pushing out from her tail-bone.
When she was completely back to her 'normal' self, she curled up and slept, completely unaware that her shape-changing spell had failed.
* * *
She awoke slowly, opening her eyes and staring bemusedly at the human sitting in front of her, gently rubbing a damp cloth over her eye ridges in just the way she liked it. She purred and curled against his caresses, before her eyes shot open and she backed away from him, as if he had the black plague.
"Don't worry, I got them out." He said, with a slight smile.
She started to change back to her human self.
"No!' He said, and she was so stunned that she stopped.
"Why?" She asked cautiously.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth from the start?" He asked.
"Hello. I just saved you from an evil creature, oh, and I'm an ugly dragon." She said, as if only just introducing herself.
Greg almost laughed. "Ugly?" he asked.
"Look at me!" She half shouted, "I'm ugly! No one wants me as a mate!" She cried out, flopping down onto the nest and curling up into a ball, covering her face with a wing and sobbing.
"Hey." He said gently, stepping over to her and awkwardly stroking her neck reassuringly.
He kept doing this for what had to be at least an hour, just petting her, until she started to uncurl.
He reached over and took hold of her head before she could curl back up, and gently stroked her cheek. "You're not ugly." He said sincerely, locking eyes with her end gently rubbing her eye-ridges.
"You--you really think so?" She asked tentatively, tears still running down her snout.
"No." He said, still caressing her. "You're more beautiful than anyone else I've ever seen." He said.
"Be--beautiful?" she said, perking up, as if she had never been so flattered in her life.
"Yes." He said, actually meaning it, after his initial shock, he had seen that she was truly beautiful.
She moved forwards slightly, pressing the tip of her muzzle against his lips.
He gave a start of shock and surprise, but quickly relaxed into the kiss as her tongue started to probe tentatively at his mouth.
He played with her tongue gently, kissing her. And then things started getting real steamy, real fast.
The dragoness reached forwards, tearing his clothes off with her talons, pinning him while still kissing him. She was larger than him, but it was quite possible for her to rub her pussy against his cock while still kissing him, which he very quickly found out.
He got very turned on very quickly, and suddenly thrust up into her, realising too late that she was still a virgin.
"Oh god I'm sorry!" He cried out as she gave a gasp of pain. "I didn't think you were a virgin!"
"No one would want to mate me." She said, close to tears again.
"I want to." He said, "In case you didn't notice."
She looked down at him, and growled lustfully, working her body against his, fucking him with rapid humps, and causing them both to moan with pleasure.
He reached up, and tried to roll her over, but she was much too heavy, but she figured what he wanted to do, and rolled onto her back for him.
He got up between her legs, and began thrusting gently, kissing her neck as did so. She began to moan louder.
"I--i--I think I'm gonna--ohhh--cum soon!" She said, between hissing gasps of pleasure.
"Me too!" He gasped, starting to thrust deeper and faster, hardly believing how good she was.
He gave her a final hard thrust, pushing them both over the edge. She gave another deafening roar as he sex milked his cock in long, undulating waves.
Greg gave a roar of his own, unheard under hers, and released inside her, filling her with his hot cum, shooting his seed deep inside her.
Her sex milked the spurting length eagerly, massaging the last few drops of thick, milky cum from him.
He collapsed onto her chest, breathing heavily and unevenly.
"You are beautiful." He whispered, just to confirm it to both of them, before unconsciousness claimed them both.