The Dragon and the Jerk
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! I've been reading an excellent book of Dragon related short stories, and must admit it inspired me to bang out his effort at something similar. A little 'lighter' then most of my other humble scribblings. I hope my readers enjoy it.
The Dragon and the Jerk
** By William W. Kelso**
** Sir Archibald de Winfrey was an arrogant, pompous, over-bearing jerk; or at least that was the general consensus of everyone who'd known him for more than a few minutes. And he was the worst kind, someone who honestly didn't know he WAS an arrogant, pompous, over-bearing jerk. He actually thought he was a nice guy, and a swashbuckling hero type. His long suffering Page Ethan was quite sure of it though, no doubt about it, his master was a jerk; AND an asshole as well, an accomplished one. **
** To his credit Sir Winfrey was also a knight, at least so far as his skills in combat were concerned. He might be a jerk, but he was a dangerous jerk. When it came to being pious and protecting the poor; well, he failed that bit hands down, but he got the raping and pillaging part down pretty well. Being the youngest son of six sons his options were rather limited; there was no way he would ever inherit the family estate, so his father bought him a good horse, a first class suit of armor, an even better sword, and kicked him out the sally port when he turned twenty-one; and then shut the portcullis behind him in case he didn't take the hint. Officially he was to go on a 'quest' and 'make his fortune', but everyone knew the old man was just glad to get rid of the big jerk. **
Sir Winfrey was a large good looking man; and knew it, and was as good with his cock as he was with his sword; just ask the maids and kitchen girls. Problem was; while it was fine to hump the help, he also had been distressingly successful with the 'ladies', and more then one noble woman's belly was swelling as the result of juniors nocturnal activities since he'd figured out what his dick was for. So, it was '"Goodbye, good luck, and don't come back if you know what's good for you, love, Dad." Sir Winfrey; who despite being a jerk was not stupid, took the hint and buggered off before the fathers of the ladies he'd 'inconvenienced' showed up demanding satisfaction, and a certain portion of his anatomy that he was quite fond of. Besides, getting married in his virile prime was right out.
** And now Sir Winfrey was riding down a narrow muddy trail; he flatly refused to call it a road, and his Page had gotten lost AGAIN. Actually, young Ethan had finally had enough and had taken off to try his hand at being a bandit, or a beggar, which ever proved more profitable. He saw no future in being a Page to a nearly penniless knight who also happened to be a real jerk. So he took the packhorses (figuring he was due something for his troubles and all the crap he'd put up with), and lit out for parts unknown at a steady trot. That left Sir Winfrey with his palfrey, armor, sword, and a rather small bag of coins, none of them gold. And lets not forget he was a jerk, he actually thought he was better then everyone else, and was owed a living despite doing very little other than being a jerk and knocking up the help.**
** To date his quest had been a rather dismal failure. He had managed to kill one rather small and anemic Minotaur that had NO treasure, several bandits who had found out just how good the pompous looking young jerk was with a sword, and that was about it. Of course the bandits had no treasure either; that's why they were bandits, it was that or starve. They had been fairly easily to kill though, since they'd been starving anyway, not having been very successful as bandits; but at least he'd had fun slicing and dicing them with his nice shiny sword. And now, in addition to not having the slightest idea where he was, it was starting to rain and getting foggy. He wasn't necessarily scared of the fog, but still loosened his sword in its scabbard. You never knew; strange things liked to come out and roam around on foggy days, and it was getting dark too. The 'road' was narrow, the trees and bushes crowding it from both sides, and more then once his head brushed against low hanging branches resulting in trickles of cold water running down his already wet neck. He was not in a good mood, and almost wished some more bandits would try to waylay him so he could get in some more practice at slicing and dicing.**
** It came as a total surprise to Sir Winfrey when he raised his head and realized he was in a village! The buildings had loomed out of the fog unexpectedly, and he pulled up causing his horse to give an irritable snort. Then from between the building small vague shapes appeared; spooking his horse into rearing, and he flailed at the dimly seen figures with his crop. **
** "Alms for the poor, Milord?" Came thin piping voices, "Alms?"**
** "Get away from me, you vermin! Begone!" Sir Winfrey yelled, his crop slapping against small upraised hands and faces as he wielded it most heroically.**
** The children quickly realized the well dressed man on the big horse was a jerk, and fled back into the fog, tendering rather rude gestures on the way and even ruder comments on his ancestry, which actually impressed Sir Winfrey who committed a few of the more creative insults to memory. He was always open to learning new phrases and the one about a pig, a cow, and his mother, was quite creative. **
** Then another figure materialized from the fog, and as he raised his crop to fight off a second assault, a soft voice said, "There is no need for that Milord, I mean you no harm. Nor did the children, they are just hungry. We do not get many visitors, at least not since the Dragon came and screwed up the tourist trade."**
** Sir Winfrey squinted at the figure and spurred his horse a little closer, and saw it was an older woman dressed in clothes that had once been of good quality, but now they were as shabby as the children's had been.**
** "Were the bloody Hell am I, old woman!?" Sir Winfrey demanded, rather rudely as was his norm.**
** "Ah, good sir, you have the misfortune of having found your way to the Village of Bridesfield. I'm afraid we don't have much to offer in the way of hospitality, times are hard."**
** "Well, your finest lodgings, a good hot meal, and a wench to pleasure me will suffice." Sir Winfrey said; matter of factly. He expected no dissent; after all, he was a noble. Or a jerk, depending on your point of view.**
** The old woman raised an eyebrow; which was rather impressive considering how large and furry they were, and replied, "Very well, Milord, I'll see what I can do. Come with me please."**
** "Good Lord, Sir Winfrey said as he rode along, do people actually LIVE in this wretched place??" Actually the question was fairer then it sounded, the place WAS a real dump, a dump among dumps, if you like. Even the rats had moved out.**
** "Yes, the woman said, they have no choice. Since the Beast came no one comes here anymore, and commerce has ceased. The Beast has ravished the countryside, and eaten most of the live stock, and just this past night taken a fair young maiden."**
** "Well, surely the local Lord will dispatch his knights to slay the brute." Sir Winfrey said.**
** "Oh, aye, he did, the woman replied; he even went himself, but none returned. And the King has ignored our pleas for help in ridding ourselves of this plague."**
** "Indeed, Sir Winfrey said, so the estate is, um, up for grabs?"**
** "Yes, the woman said, anyone who manages to slay the Dragon will become the new Lord of Bridesfield and the manor, as well as the new owner of the foul creature's great horde of treasure."**
** "I see." Sir Winfrey mused, opportunity knocked! He'd never fought a Dragon before; in fact this was the first still living one he'd heard of, all the others appeared to have been slain already. "I am a knight you know; perhaps I could slay the beast."**
** "Are you sure, the old lady said, it is a fearsome creature, breathes fire, and can carry off a full grown woman or cow with ease. None who have gone against it have ever been seen again. But if you are successful, you will have the eternal gratitude of the people."**
** Bugger that, Sir Winfrey thought, all he cared about was the treasure and the land, and of course the title that would come with it. Who cared what the bloody peasants thought. Of course, the 'gratitude' of the better looking women would be nice. It had been awhile since he'd gotten laid. **
"How may others have come to fight the beast?" He asked.
"Oh, the Count and his knights, a band of adventures, and a few other knights who showed up at random; mostly lost like yourself; the old woman replied, but as I said, none were ever seen again. We assume the brute devoured them, as is the normal practice of Dragons."
"Well, Sir Winfrey said, I am a great warrior, and have slain the dreaded Minotaur of Brown Town, so a Dragon is a mere pest to one as great as I! Fear not, I will vanquish the beast right handily!"
"Let us hope so, Milord." The old woman said. What a jerk, she thought.
*Having driven off a second attempt for charity by some more children who hadn't met him yet; with well aimed blows from his riding crop, Sir Winfrey finally dismounted in front of what appeared to be the only fairly substantial building in the village. He tossed the reins to a disheveled looking young man, and said "Tend to my mount, knave!" When the old woman nodded to the boy he took the horse; flipping the knight the bird when his back was turned, and took the horse to the stables. What a jerk, the boy thought. *
Sir Winfrey; used to staying in the finest Inns; or a fellow nobles manor or castle (at least until they found out what a jerk he was and politely gave him the boot), was predictably not impressed with his 'lodgings'. The village was a dump, so it stood to reason the only Inn would be a dump as well, and his reasoning was correct. The only two things it had going for it was it was fairly warm, and fairly dry, but that was pretty much it. His tent; which his former Page had already sold for fifty shillings, was much nicer. And the food was appalling, he flatly refused to eat any of the gloppy mess of 'porridge' he was offered, and just gnawed on the less burned parts of the joint of roast 'mutton' he was given; which he doubted had ever been part of a sheep. At least the local Ale proved to be palatable enough, though it did make him fart more then usual. He was quite proud of the loudness and length of his 'manly' farts, and a few of the peasants were actually rather impressed. He even beat old Grimsley's cow.
*Once 'dinner' was over, the peasants that had survived his flatulence all departed for their hovels, and their own dinners, whatever that might be. However, before they left Sir Winfrey had the 'better' looking women parade for his viewing pleasure. He wasn't impressed by the local females either, but finally settled on a somewhat dim seeming, but amply endowed, young woman named Annie. He next took her up to his room on the second floor, and proceeded to fuck the hell out of her several times. Being rather depraved he took her from behind anally once, which the girl did not much care for, but when she complained he just fucked her harder. Put her in her place, as it where. By the time he had her suck his cock she knew better then to complain. And he actually thought he was doing her a 'great honor' by basically raping her several times, what she thought was of no account. He was, after all, a jerk. At least he did not add insult to injury by offering to pay her for her 'time'. In fact he did not offer to pay for anything, nor did he expect to be asked to. He was a noble, they were peasant scum, and nobles fucked over peasants. It wasn't anything personal; it was just the way things worked. Of course if they pushed it too far the peasants might get together and replace them with new nobles, but since the new ones often turned out to be worse then the old ones the peasants had pretty much learned to just grin and bear it. *
*Finally, having satisfied his carnal desires, he kicked Annie out of the bed, and went to sleep with a satisfied grin on his face. Annie may have been a bit dim, but even she recognized a real jerk when one fucked her. But despite that he had been rather large, and had known what he was doing, so she didn't consider the night a total loss as she'd gotten several rather nice orgasms out of it. *
*In the late morning; actually more like early afternoon, when he finally managed to drag himself out of bed; greatly disappointing the bedbugs, Sir Winfrey bellowed for some breakfast, Ale, and someone to direct him to the lair of the 'soon to be deceased' Dragon. Turning down breakfast; even worse looking slop then the night before, he decided to get right to the task of Dragon slaying. The sooner the Beast was dispatched the better, and he could get back to what he did best, drinking, whoring, and being a jerk. Knocking back a final tankard of Ale; there was NO way he was going to drink the local version of 'water', he yelled for his horse to be brought, and got a young lad who at least knew how buckles worked to help him don his armor. Then that lad, and two others, helped heave him up on his horse; throwing him completely over the saddle the first time, getting him on backwards the second, but finally got it right the third time around. They were rewarded for their strenuous efforts with blows from his riding crop and some very ungentlemanly comments concerning their probable ancestry. Greatly impressed by his learned vocabulary they did their best to memorize some of the juicer phrases; it wouldn't do to let a good insult go to waste after all. *
It can be truthfully said Sir Winfrey looked rather imposing in his full plate panoply as he sat astride his large equally imposing horse. His armor was first rate, from the Italian school, and his broadsword was equally impressive, it would cleave through chain mail and leather like cheese, but as to how it would fare against Dragon scales yet remained to be seen. Then the problem was finding someone to show him the Dragon's lair. The minute he mentioned he needed a guide it was amazing how fast the small crowd thinned out.
"Now, come on! He finally bellowed in growing frustration, how can I slay the Beast if I can't find the bloody thing!? A ducat to the one who is brave enough to show me the way to the brute's lair!"
** At the mention of a possible reward a skinny young man finally raised his hand and said, "I know the way, Milord."**
** "Very well then, lead on!" Sir Winfrey said impatiently. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible; his armor was as uncomfortable as Hell and he was already sweating like a pig despite the cool damp air, and he knew he should have gone to the bathroom first, damn Ale when right through him. **
** "Um, there was mention of a, er, fee, if it pleases your lordship?" The young man dared to ask, being sure to stand out of riding crop range. **
** "AFTER the beast is dead!" Sir Winfrey snapped.**
** Really having no choice; and grumbling under his breath, the peasant started down the road and out of the village, Sir Winfrey close behind. Should have known better, the peasant thought, should have kept me mouth shut. I gets screwed every time I open it, I does. What a jerk.**
** After about an hour of steady travel they left the forest and came to an area of low rocky hills, and the peasant finally stopped and pointed at the mouth of a large ravine. "The Beast's lair is at the other end of the ravine in a large cave, Milord. You can't miss it, just follow the bones." He said, adding, "Um, may I have my reward now?" He didn't dare mention he'd like it now as the knight would probably be dead soon, and it would be harder to collect then. **
** "After the beast is dead." Sir Winfrey repeated.**
** I knew it, the peasant thought, screwed again. Then he turned to join a small crowd of other peasants who'd been brave enough to come along for the show. I'm rooting for the Dragon, he thought. **
** As Sir Winfrey entered the ravine he soon saw sure signs that a Dragon or other monster was around. Skulls and other bones; including partially articulated skeletons, the odd bit of rusty armor, broken weapons, scraps of well chewed hide, candy wrappers, and the distinct smell of reptile. Not to mention 'No Trespassing', 'Solicitors Will be Eaten', 'Deliveries in the Rear', and other signs including a rather crudely hand drawn one of a knights helmet in a red circle with an 'X' through it. He wasn't sure what the last sign meant, but knew it must be an ominous warning of some kind. For some reason it seemed to be a prerequisite that all monsters were slobs, either that or they didn't have regular garbage removal or maid services. **
As the ravine narrowed he decided to go forward on foot as there would be no room for his charger to maneuver, so he laboriously dismounted, finally getting his foot out of the stirrup as the horse circled for awhile snorting nervously and he hopped on one foot, and then donning his helmet proceeded. To his credit Sir Winfrey was a brave enough fellow; for a jerk, and though honestly scared half to death, he went on. After all, he was a knight, and killing things was what knights did, whether it be an uppity peasant or a monster of some kind. Didn't matter to them, they weren't happy unless they were hacking something into small numerous pieces.
** Rounding a bend in the ravine Sir Winfrey suddenly came face to face to with several large scaly lizards. Good Lord, he thought, there's a pack of them! However, as he prepared to do combat he quickly realized these weren't dragons, for one thing they were much too small and had no wings, nor did they offer any challenge. In fact a few of them were rather energetically humping one another, hissing in pleasure. As he waved his sword at them they pretty much ignored him until they'd finished what they were doing, then just climbed up the sides of the ravine and quickly disappeared. Lifting his visor he wiped the sweat off his face in relief. Just scavengers, thank the Lord!**
** Rounding the next bend he finally came to the entrance to the lair, and as soon as he saw the opening of the cave he also saw the Dragon itself, it was lying on a large rock at the entrance, dozing and apparently trying to sun itself despite the dreary day by using two well polished shields to direct the feeble sunlight onto its snout. He was both impressed, and relieved, at the same time. It was your typical Dragon, shiny green scales, dark yellow belly and neck bands, big bat wings, long neck with reptilian horned head, spines down the back with a barb on the tail, and it had smoke drifting from its nostrils. And when it saw him it reared up, and opening its mouth revealing truly fearsome fangs, it bellowed,**
*"What the Hell do YOU want, didn't you see the signs? What's your problem, can't you read!?" *
The relief part was because the Dragon was fairly small, in fact it wasn't more than two or three times his own size! Sir Winfrey felt his confidence soar. A huge specimen was one thing, but a runt was another! Tally Ho!
** "I am here to slay thee and end thy miserable existence, foul beast!" Sir Winfrey yelled; or rather mumbled as his voice was muffled by his helmet, and with a "Have at thee! En Garde!" He raised his shield and sword, and determinedly advanced on the Dragon.**
** "How rude!" The Dragon hissed, and rearing back it suddenly darted its head forward and a gout of flame washed over the knight.**
** Sir Winfrey lifted his shield to protect his face, and though he felt the heat his armor proved to be fireproof enough; though it would need a good polishing later. With a battle cry he charged the Dragon, and it roared as he swung his sword as hard as he could. His first swing missed, and the Dragon retaliated instantly, large sharp claws screeching across his shield as they tore great gouges in it, fangs snapping at his head as he held it at bay. Then he swung again and felt the sword jar in his hand as it slammed into the beast, and the Dragon gave a loud screech of pain, roared "Asshole!", and turned and ran into the cave howling like a banshee with its tail between its legs, much to the astonishment of Sir Winfrey. **
** Sir Winfrey had come prepared, and had several long burning torches in a bag slung over his shoulder, but as it would turn out he would not need them. To his surprise; and relief, the cave became well lit by scones and braziers after only a few feet. In fact the place was downright cozy, nice and warm and there were thick carpets on the floor in some places. Most unusual for a monsters lair, he thought as he advanced. Unlike the entrance and the ravine the cave itself was spick and span, clean and tidy; and he once encountered one of the large lizards sweeping the floor, but it ran off as soon it saw him. Discarding his mauled shield he gripped his sword in both hands and proceeded very cautiously, keeping an eye out for side passages to make sure the breast wasn't lying in wait to ambush him, but the cave ran on fairly straight with no other passages intersecting with it. **
** After several hundred feet the cave opened up into a large chamber, and he lowered his sword and stared in amazement. It was true, a huge treasure was piled in the center of the chamber, heaps of gold coins spilling from chests, rotting bags spilled gems of every kind, and all manner of other treasure abounded! And the Dragon was lying on top of the huge heap, splayed and motionless, wings drooping listlessly, mouth open with his tongue lolling from the corner, and there was no smoke coming from its nostrils. Good Lord, Sir Winfrey thought, I've slain it! That was easy! And almost as if reading his thoughts a woman's voice said,**
** "Oh, Praise be to God, you've slain the brute! Oh, my hero, my savior, my knight in, er, singed armor!" **
** Looking for the source of the voice Sir Winfrey raised his visor, and blinked sweat out of his eyes as he saw the form of a woman, a completely nude woman, chained to a stake with her hands over her head. Well now, he thought, this is an interesting development! She was good looking too, big firm tits, wide hips; was fairly clean, and had nice raised mound, the pink lips of her sex clearly visible through a thin dusting of pubic hair.**
** "Oh, my Lord, the woman said, please free me from my bonds, that I might hide my shame!"**
** Not so fast, Sir Winfrey thought, he wanted a closer look at her first. It wasn't often you ran into a beautiful woman chained up all naked. At least not often enough so far as he was concerned. The last time had been at the 'Bimbo's in Bondage' club; knights only, but he'd had to pay for it then. This was a freebie.**
** Taking his helmet off; there, that was MUCH better, he pulled his gauntlets off next and let them drop to the floor with a clatter. Walking over to the stake he gave the woman a long slow appraising stare, and reaching out he gave her breasts a squeeze and hefted the firm globes of flesh. Nice and firm, he thought in approval.**
** "My Lord, the woman gasped, please, release me from my shackles! The foul Beast planned to ravage me, have his way with me! I must needs clothe myself!"**
** "Did he now, Sir Winfrey said, I must admit I would have liked to see that, it would have been quite a show. Now, no need to hurry, at least the beastie had good taste. And I must admit a bit of ravaging sounds like a good way to celebrate my victory."**
** "M-My Lord, the woman said, what...do you mean?" Then she gave a squeal as he roughly kneaded her breasts again, and leering, tweaked her large rigid nipples.**
** "Well, I've never shagged a woman chained to a stake before, Sir Winfrey said, but it seems like a good idea to me, and it should be interesting. Now excuse me while I get out of this armor."**
** The woman watched, appalled, as Sir Winfrey removed his armor; which was easier said then done on his own, but he was motivated. Combat always aroused him, and he wanted to get laid, NOW. Finally he slipped out of his padded underwear, and stood before the woman nude; his jutting cock hard and rampant, and smiled. He was quite large, and chuckled at the look on her face.**
** "M-My Lord, surely you can't be serious! The woman said, you didn't rescue me just to...to have your OWN way with me! What of chivalry?!"**
** "Screw chivalry! Sir Winfrey said, and be quiet while I fuck you, I hate squealers." **
Then he gripped the woman by her waist, and lifting her up prepared to lower her onto his aching cock, and just as he began to penetrate her he heard a soft, sibilant, rasping sound from behind him, and something tapped him on the shoulder. With a yell he dropped the woman, and turning he found the Dragon staring into his face from just a foot away. It opened its mouth in a fang filled smile, and said, "I don't think so, big boy." "Oh shit." He said. And then it tapped him on the forehead with the flick of a claw, and knocked him senseless.
Sir Winfrey woke with a groan; his head pounding, and found he was slumped against another stake like the one the woman had been bound too, his arms chained over his head. He also realized he was still nude, and with another groan got his feet under him and stood up, relieving the pressure on his sore arms. Looking around he blinked, not quite believing what he was seeing. He was in another chamber, well lit by torches and braziers, and the Dragon was lying on a huge round bed; a bed with pink sheets and frilly pink pillows! In fact the whole chamber was decorated in pink; it reminded him of a brothel. The 'damsel in distress' was carefully binding what looked like a small cut on one of the Dragons front legs, and was saying,
"There, there, my precious, did the mean old knight hurt you?"
"Yes, he did, the Dragon sniveled, it hurts! Oww, not so tight! And look, I chipped a claw! Oh bother!"
"Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" The woman; who now wore a fine silk dress, asked. When the Dragon nodded, she kissed the bandage, and the beast gave a hiss of evident delight. "There, all better now?" She asked, and the Dragon nodded happily.
Ugggh, Sir Winfrey thought. He shook his head to help clear his senses a little better, and said, "How is this possible, the Beast was dead! Slain by mine own hand in honorable combat!"
The woman walked over to him, and drawing back her hand gave him a slap that made his head ring. "You brute, she said, he is NOT a Beast, my Rupert is a precious, gentle, caring creature. You could have killed him!"
Sir Winfrey shook his head again, it was pounding even more now, and said, "That was the general idea; and, pray tell, Lady, what are you doing attending to the vile creature!?"
"I may be a creature, but I'm NOT vile!" The Dragon muttered in a hurt sounding voice.
"Oh, so I'm a 'Lady' now that I'm not chained up naked for your amusement?" The woman hissed in anger, sounding rather like a Dragon herself. "Tell me, how does it feel to be chained up naked for MY amusement?" Then she grabbed his balls, and smiling in a way he didn't care for, said, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't remove your manhood and feed it to the lizards!? They so love sweetmeats!"
*Sir Winfrey gave a squeal of distress as the 'Lady' gave his family jewels a rather hard squeeze, and gasped, "Please dear Lady, surely you jest!?" *
*He also now noticed that some large lizards like those he'd seen in the gully were lying around the room; or on the bed with the Dragon, most apparently asleep though a few were watching the show, tongues flicking lazily. *
*"Now, now, Mildred, be nice!", the Dragon interceded as Sir Winfrey whimpered in fear as the 'Lady' gave his balls another hard squeeze and yanked them painfully in reaction to his plea and made a snipping motion with her other hand, "let's not get carried away! We are civilized after all, and he wouldn't be of any use to me like that. Besides, it would make a mess and ruin the carpet." *
*"Yes, of course, my sweet." The woman said, releasing her grip on Sir Winfrey's privates. *
"W-What the HELL is going ON here!?" Sir Winfrey bellowed, "I demand you let me go at once, I am a noble of the realm!"
"Oh, I don't think so, the woman said, at least not until Rupert finishes having some fun with you."
*"Oh, Lord no, Sir Winfrey said, you mean to torture me, feed me alive to the beast! Foul witch!" Then he pulled at his chains uselessly as the Dragon approached. *
"Oh, goodness me no, silly boy!" the Dragon said as he reached down and gently gripped Sir Winfrey's already rather sore balls, then gave them a squeeze. "Hmm, not bad, you have a nice big cock." The Dragon hissed, and then turned him around so he was facing the stake. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you; I'm just going to fuck you."
"WHAT!" Sir Winfrey gasped, then as the Dragon lifted him up he yelped as he felt something hard, slick, and hot pressing against his rear, then as the Dragon yanked him down as it thrust up he gave a shrill scream as he felt the Beast's rather large phallus slide deeply into his bowels with irresistible force. Then; gripping him by the shoulders, the Dragon proceeded to do exactly as it had promised, and started fucking the Hell out of him despite his loud and strenuous objections. In short he squealed like a girl.
After awhile, to his surprise, Sir Winfrey felt the painful pressure in his rear fade into something approaching actual pleasure, unwanted, but pleasure nonetheless. He could feel every ridge and bump on the huge inhuman organ buggering him, and raising his head he saw the woman smiling at him, and managed to grunt,
"Ugh, ugghhh, h-help me...ugghhhh, p-please, ugh-UGGGH! Oh-OH...UMFF!"
"Oh, come now, the woman said, it's not that bad, is it? I mean, when you sodomized my sister last night you certainly enjoyed it. Besides, his pre will loosen you up nicely, there will be no damage. He takes good care of his lovers."
"B-But, ugghhh-ohhhh, w-why?" Sir Winfrey gasped as the hissing grunting Dragon sped up its thrusts, sliding even deeper into his bowels. To his surprise he found his own cock was hard now, rigid and throbbing, pre drooling from the tip. He groaned as the Dragon gave a harder thrust, repositioned itself, gripped his shoulders tightly, then started lunging into him even faster, and it felt...wonderful.
"UMFF, UHHH...S-Stop, p-please...OH...UMF...h-help me...UGH...UGH!!!"
"Well, if you haven't figured it out yet, young Rupert here is Gay, the woman said, it's why the other Dragons ran him off, that and being a runt. So the poor dear has to find love somehow, and he does like nice warm blooded partners. You'll get used to it, and he'll train you in what he likes; he likes to be fucked as well as doing the fucking. He's quite a demanding lover."
Sir Winfrey gave a moan of horrified pleasure as the rapidly thrusting Dragon suddenly gave a roar, and he felt hot thick cum spurting deep inside of his bowels, and his own cock pulsed at the same time, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the stake and dripping down it. The Dragon paused; hissing in pleasure, then to Sir Winfrey's horrified disbelief began thrusting again. At least it didn't hurt anymore, and his own cock was still rock hard, bobbing in rhythm with the Dragon's thrusts, pre dribbling from the tip.
"UH-UGGHHH...not...UGH...again...ohhh-ugghhh!"
"Well, the woman said, this will take some time; he's quite insatiable, so I guess I'll go back to the village and take them their share of the loot. We should be able to get a pretty penny for your armor, sword, horse, and other belongings."
"T-The villagers, ohhhh God, ahh-ugghh, are in-in on this, ugghhh, too?" Sir Winfrey gasped; it felt like the Dragon's cock was in his chest now, the beast had finally fully hilted! How could it possibly have penetrated so far?? He moaned as another tide of pleasure began to build in his balls as the Dragons cock slammed into his prostate with rapid thrusts.
"Of course, the woman said, once Rupert had done away with the local butthead of a count they made an 'arrangement' with him. For very new 'lover' they provide they get to keep the fools armor and weapons, mounts, and anything else they might have with them. They're actually quite well off; the 'poverty' is all an act. They moved from the village into the Lord's old manor long ago. It's much nicer than their miserable hovels."
*"B-But, Sir Winfrey gasped as the Dragon sped up yet again, snorting in pleasure as it lunged into him, ohhhh....!!! Sooner or later, ah-ahhhh, someone is bound to kill the...UGHHH, Beast!" Ugh-UGH-UGGHHH!" It felt so...good! Then he gave a loud groan as the loudly hissing Dragon climaxed again, and his own cock throbbed and pulsed as he orgasmed violently. *
"Oh, I doubt it, the woman said; we have various ways of making sure that doesn't happen. For one thing, his scales are almost impervious to any blade, frankly I'm shocked you even nicked him, and if the knight or adventurer looks too competent we either tell them the Dragon's moved on, or we drug them and then deliver them all nicely tied up with a big bow. Works out quite nicely all the way around, Rupert gets his rocks off, we get rich. And in about a year we'll bring him a new lover."
"Y-You mean, ah-ahhhh, Sir Winfrey gasped, you'll kill me, ugghhh, grunt, and dispose of me when the Beast tires of defiling me?! AAAA-UGGHH!"
"Oh, not at all my lovely", the Dragon suddenly cooed in his ear; long forked tongue lovingly licking over Sir Winfrey's sweat beaded face, "I would never hurt one of my lovers! It's just that my cum has a...effect on my partners. You see; ohhh you're nice and tight, grrwwlll, like all Dragons I'm magical, and over time my cum will slowly turn you into a reptile too, but just a large lizard, not a Dragon. Ur-ur-urf, oh yeah, almost there! URF-URF-GRUNT!! For some reason some become female as well, but most remain male. When you become cold blooded I'm afraid I'll pretty much lose interest in you, and need to find a new lover. But that year will be marvelous! The more you change, the more you'll enjoy it. And the lizards will get in on the fun too; they're as horny as I am, the little dears. They just love to help break in a new brother, or sister."
Sir Winfrey stared in horror at the woman as the heaving beast climaxed for the third time, hot draconic cum dripping from their tightly joined bodies now as he finally overflowed, and as he recovered from his own third orgasm, he gasped. "P-Please...!"
"Sorry ducks, the woman said, once he's cum in you it's already starting, no way to stop it. It just happens faster the more he fucks you, and of course you'll soon be fucking him too; that is unless your cock turns into a vagina. His cum is also a powerful aphrodisiac, you'll be so horny you'll soon be doing anything he wants you to, eagerly. That's why we don't let him have any of the village lads for a lover; we don't want any of our own children ending up as big lizards, far better a big fat jerk like yourself. Now, I'll leave you to get better acquainted with your new 'mate'. Ta-ta! Thanks for all the goodies!"
*Sir Winfrey watched in despair as the woman left, then hung his head as the grunting hissing beast continued to ravish him, but he was forced to admit it was a pretty enjoyable ravishing, all things considered. He couldn't believe being sodomized by a monster much larger then he was could be so...so, well, feel so good! Honestly it was probably the best sex he'd ever had. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the beast gave a final roar of ecstasy; Sir Winfrey moaning in helpless pleasure as he had another massive orgasm of his own, and then the Dragon pulled his huge erection from Sir Winfrey's impossibly stretched rear with a final grunt of pleasure. *
Holding him up with one powerful paw the Dragon undid the shackled around his wrists, then turning him around it gave him a hug, and affectionately rubbed its snout against his face, Sir Winfrey grimacing in disgust as its large slimy tongue lathered his face in drool.
"Grrwwlll, the Dragon crooned; that was wonderful, my love! You're so nice and tight, so warm! I came four times! Was it good for you too? Hmmm?"
Sir Winfrey's only reply was to moan and sag in the Dragon's clutches; totally exhausted from the unnatural coupling. He was totally and completely spent.
"Oh dear, how inconsiderate of me!" The Dragon chastised himself, "After that lovely mating you must be tired, my precious! Come; let me carry you to our love nest!"
*As the Dragon gently picked him up and carried him towards the large pink bed Sir Winfrey couldn't help but notice that the Dragons wicked claws had fingernail polish on them, PINK fingernail polish! Dazed, he couldn't believe he'd missed seeing that before. As the Dragon set him down on the bed he realized he wasn't alone, there were several large lizards already there. And they were all looking at him...intently, tails swishing and curling, forked tongues licking over hard thin lips, and one was batting its eyelids at him in a disturbingly erotic and suggestive way. A couple of others held chains and leather cuffs, and what he recognized as a spreader bar, and he had no doubt as to whom they were intended. *
"I'm spent for now, the Dragon hissed, but looks like my little pets want to get to know you better, at least the males do. But you'll be making the acquantence of the females later too. Now, you just enjoy yourself while I go and fix some dinner! I have a scrumptious soufflé in the oven! You're just going to love it, my little stud muffin!"
With a shriek Sir Winfrey jumped up; and bouncing on the very springy bed he danced around in a rather impressive display of acrobatics as the lizards made grabs for him. "Get away from me, you scaly pansies!" He yelled.
*"Oh my, the Dragon hissed, how energetic! I've never seen anyone jump that high before!" Then added an "Oh, dear!" as Sir Winfrey leaped off the bed and disappeared down the tunnel screaming at the top of his lungs; the stunned lizards hesitating for a minute before giving chase with loud hisses of amusement. "After him, my pretties!" The Dragon roared in delight. *
Sir Winfrey didn't get far; more amorous lizards on the way to the gang-bang intercepting him in the tunnel, and soon he was carried back into the bed chamber by a small crowd of hissing, giggling; very aroused, lizards of both sexes, who then threw him back on the bed, several grabbing his ankles and wrists to make sure he didn't repeat his impressive capering, and he quickly found himself bound securely. And now that the 'foreplay' was over, it was time to get better 'acquainted' with the newest member of the harem.
"Well, that was fun!" The Dragon said, "I'll just fetch the goodies while you all have some fun. Be back soon!"
Sir Winfrey didn't bother to reply, he was already squealing in pleasure as the first lizard mounted him. Oh Gods, he thought as the first reptilian cock slid into his well stretched rear, how can it feel so good!?!
Epilogue, about six months later:
** Sir Winfrey, or rather 'Kissy' as he was now known, hissed in pleasure as his 'mate' serviced him, the Dragon roaring in pleasure. He opened his blunt snout in an even louder hiss of pleasure as the Dragon sped up his thrusts, forked tongue licking over his still fairly short fangs. He was strapped to a mounting rack, bent over on the padded leather brace, the Dragon holding his still developing tail under one front leg as they mated. Around them several lizards were indulging in various sexual acts of their own with equally great enthusiasm. The Dragon climaxed again, Kissy groaning loudly in ecstasy as he had his own orgasm, then the great Beast rested and gently licked his neck and the back of his still partially human head. After he'd caught his breath he turned his own head and licked his Master and lover back. It had been glorious, so much incredible pleasure! After another few minutes had passed the Dragon finally dismounted, and he hissed in disappointment as the large rigid cock slid from his body with a lewd slurping sound. But he wasn't left wanting for long as a male lizard quickly took the Dragons place. It was 'Randy', one of his favorites, and he gave a satisfied hiss of pleasure as his new partner began fucking him most energetically.**
** Later as he attended to his lover and helped paint his claws a lovely shade of 'passion pink', he had time to consider his new 'lifestyle' change, and decided that he rather liked it. True, he was well on his way to becoming a reptile, a FEMALE reptile, but had to admit he; soon to be she, could hardly wait until his new sex became fully functional. Right now it was pretty much useless, neither a cock nor a pussy. It wasn't just the fantastic, almost nonstop, sex; though that was a large part of it, but for the first time he/she could remember he/she felt truly loved, and knew his/her huge mate would take good care of him/her as he did all his 'lovelies'. Plus playing in that huge mound of treasure was a real rush, though he/she no longer really considered it as anything much more then fun baubles to play with/in. No, his/her initial horror and disgust had vanished long ago on waves of sexual ecstasy, and he/she just wanted the last vestiges of ugly humanity to finish vanishing as soon as possible. The sooner the lovely green scales finished covering his/her body, the longer his/her tail grew, the better.**
** Having finished painting Rupert's, or rather 'Rupy's' claws as they called their large mate, it was time to have his/her own done, and one of the other lizards was more than glad to help. He/she picked a slightly lighter shade of pink which he/she thought went with her dark green scales quite nicely; as well as the lovely leather collar embossed 'Rupy's Main Squeeze' that his/her Master had given him/her. Then once the cosmetics had been seen too and the pampering was over it would be back to the 'dungeon' for more fun and games, and he/she could hardly wait, and leaning over began to suggestively stroke and lick Rupy's vent, the Dragon rumbling softly in pleasure. Then suddenly 'Kissy' gave a hissing chuckle of amusement.**
** "What is so amusing, my love?" Rupert asked as he lowered his head and nuzzled his newest mate.**
** "I was just thinking about what my father would think if he could see me now!" He/she hissed in amusement. "I don't think he had this in mind when he told me to 'make my fortune!' Hiss, hiss, hisssss!" **
** The End**
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