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A man, clad in heavy armour, trekked across a vast stretch of rock, headed upwards to the highest mountain peak in his sights. He hefted an enormous shield on his back, his blackened iron armour shining dully in the sunlight. If he followed the path, it would take him to his journeys end. From on high on the top of the ancient mountain, black smoke billowed in thick columns, letting every soul in the land know, that the beast was alive. If the smoke were to ever go out, then it would be a momentous signal to all who lived in fear.

This was the Knight's calling. What he, and the generations that came before him, were meant for. He was taken as a child, raised from the youngest possible age, to fight. To become strong. Every day for every year, he underwent trials, rituals. And he was the winner. He was the best of his kind, unmatched in strength and skill. Every other child he had been conscripted with had perished, or failed the trials. While he survived every single one. If he couldn't stop the ancient creature at the top of the mountain, deep in its heart, then nobody could.

But today, he would succeed, where all others failed. And he would give his life if need be. The knight looked out to the ashen mountain high above him, pondering what awaited him. No one was sure exactly what it was. But when it moved, it rode on enormous black wings, and spread fire across the land in vast tides. But it was no dragon. It was more than that. It was intelligent, and a trickster. That was why the knight never spoke, for in his vows he had no tongue to speak with, lest he find himself and his voice taken over by the song in the voice of the beast.

Long ago, when the beast roamed the skies and spread death and destruction to all in its wake, and the great kingdom could not overcome the monster, the King openly surrendered. And it was there, on that day that he was approached by a woman, the monster herself. She had given her demands. The great kingdom would be spared, left to grow and prosper, if, once every generation, the kingdom sent its finest warrior to challenge her in combat. If she was ever slain, the kingdom would truly be free. And if she wasn't, then in the next cycle, the kingdom would send another warrior. Failure to send a warrior would result in total annihilation.

They were grim prospects, but the knight was trained for this. Part of the reason he was silenced was because he was not allowed to speak of the trials and what they held, to anyone. Death was his nature. He was designed to kill, human, beast, anything that stood in his way. And if necessary, so too would he die if he needed to. But that would not happen today. The Knight continued to scale the mountain in silence, growing ever closer to the ash and soot covered top.

Black smoke poured from out of the enormous, ancient halls that now greeted him on the mountain top. Ancient pillars of stone carved so eloquently, and so massively, the Knight wondered who could have built them, long ago before the arrival of the great beast. He approached the entrance, when, from the rock, echoed a smooth, silky voice, light as the breeze. The Knight searched from under his iron helmet, and spotted the source.

There, not far down the huge tunnel, was a small rickety table, and a woman, clad in woven cloths. She poured herself something from an old teapot, and as she brought the cup up to her mouth, flames danced from her hands, warming the cup. She saw the Knight, and spoke once more in the song like voice he had heard her sing.

"And so another cycle's end approaches. I hear your name whispered by many. The Iron Herald, they call you."

The Knight slowly unclasped the immense shield on his back, and drew a massive broadsword with it. The woman at the table laughed in her smooth voice, sounding like song on the wind.

"Oh come now, it's not me you want! What you seek, is far, far below, in slumber. I am but a gatekeeper."

The Knight felt something wrong. The beast was known for its trickery. He had never heard of any gatekeeper with hell spawn powers. He would be wise to keep his shield up, and his sword ready. He did the only thing he could, and walked beyond the woman, who continued to drink her tea as he went. No. He needed to do something. His guts, which were never wrong before, told him this was a trap. He turned, once he passed the woman, and found her sitting there still. No, she couldn't be from the kingdom.

The knight moved slowly, trying to minimize the sounds of his armour, as he approached the back of the chair, and, drawing his immense sword up, he brought it down over his head with all his might, sending it crashing down, to which it was abruptly stopped when the woman caught it, just above her head, with one hand. The Knight reeled back in surprise, but the woman kept her grip on his sword, turning her head to greet him. She waved a finger at him, as she rose from her chair, a smile spread across her features.

"Naughty naughty! I must say, you're the first in a long while who wasn't fooled. And so now that you are here to fight, Iron Herald, fight I will."

The woman shoved the knight back, and in the instant he had to get back up off the floor, he raised his shield up defensively, as a torrent of flame crashed over him like a tsunami. His shield held the flames at bay, but the knight could only stand his ground as they pressed against him with crushing force. His shield, even though it was iron, was already glowing a dull red. He had to do something or he would die here.

Taking deep breathes, he recalled a memory of his first experience with fire. The others had burned, failed to shield themselves. One had the idea to try and deflect the flames to the side, and burnt in the process. But he was right. And in his footsteps, the Knight walked through unscathed. The Knight opened his eyes, and angled his shield. The flames crashed over it, but as he turned his heavy iron shield with extreme precision, he was offered his opening. Slowly at first, he pushed forward against the tide, and when he was close enough, he surged forward with surprising speed, and sent his massive sword flying towards the veiled woman, who ceased her endless torrent of fire, and moved aside like a shadow, but too late, and the Knight grazed her side, sending a spatter of blood up into the air, which hit the rocks, steaming away until there was nothing. The woman back stepped nimbly away, and began to laugh in her smooth voice, as she watched the Knight, holding his dull glowing shield up and keeping his sword at the ready.

"My my, such enthusiasm! I must say you are the first to have legitimately pulled something like that off without any failure whatsoever. Aren't you something special?"

She looked down to her side, and found her torn ornate robes split open. She looked up with a devilish smile.

"And you even struck me. Such manners from a man of honour! Well, after all it would only be fair if I repaid the favor!"

The woman surged forward, as the Knight brought his immense shield up to bare, and held his great sword out towards her like a lance. She smiled as she charged directly at him, and slipped by his defense. But the Knight was planning this. Already he knew that she was fast. He swung his sword horizontally as she slipped past him, hoping to catch her once more. But too late, the woman practically slipped around his sword like it was nothing, and once she had his exposed side, she placed a palm on the plating of his armour, and struck elsewhere with her other hand. His armour buckled, and bent inwards, breaking a rib.

The Knight gasped in pain, but recovered fast, to which the woman was already gone, slipped away like a snake. She was standing there, in front of him, with her displeasing smile.

"There we are, all on equal footing are we? Hurts doesn't it? Maybe next time you won't be so eager to hit a woman."

The Knight raised his weapons once more, circling the beast slowly. She merely watched him, smiling as she did so.

"And look at you! In such spirit! I must say, your title lives up to your name! You have the strength to lift such crushing armour and weapons! And even the will to back them up! But how much do you have, I wonder?"

The woman began walking towards the knight now, an unsettling display that might have put him off his guard, had he not gone through every last trial, and more. There were more monsters in this world than just the beast. But of them all, the beast was the worst, for her cunning and trickery made her more than just a physical danger. She circled him slowly, leaving herself wide open for any strike. But the Knight waited. This was a trap. If he swung, she would get him. He needed to wait.

And suddenly, his true opening was revealed. He had seen the motions of her hands. She was at point blank now, and if she brought her flames to bare on him, he would be toppled over and burned. The Knight surged forward as she steadied her hands, and with a great bash of his shield, he smashed it into her face, sending her reeling from the blow. The Knight swung his immense sword, and impacted dead on into her lower torso, watching with some form of shock, as it impacted, and stuck. Blood ran down from the wound, and the woman fell to her knees. She looked up, even with blood coming from the seams of her mouth, sporting a wicked smile.

"You are an incredible piece of work, man in iron. How many moves was that? Three in total? My, such a powerful pawn they sent, didn't they?"

The woman laughed, watching him with an evil fire in her eyes.

"Well, then I guess it's time, isn't it? Finish your quest then! Finish what you were born to do!"

The Knight acted without hesitation, and pulled his sword up, and prepared to strike, but, suddenly paused. The woman looked up at him.

"What's the matter, Herald? Suddenly afraid? Did your conscious get the better of you? After all, I am just a pretty young woman, a mere gatekeeper. You needn't kill me! I'm not the one you want!"

The Knight held his sword up, and brought it down with one clean swing, and watched as the woman turned to smoke and ash before him. Laughter surrounded him in the cave, as all around him the voice could be heard.

"All of you are fools. I have existed for millennia. You are but a pawn in a rigged game, a sacrifice for my amusement, a toy, a plaything. To your people, you are but a sacrifice. To me, you are nothing but a way to pass the time. Now, let me show you what I really am!"

The Knight turned as he heard something from deep within the mountain, a great rumbling, as the smoke and ash that swam above him ceased, and from deep within the mountain, exploded a tidal wave of ash and smoke, swarming before him to the entrance that lead deeper into the mountain. It swirled and stormed, and as the Knight stood, a great, towering form stepped out of the ash, its immense eyes glowing with the red of fire and power, as the beast leered out at him from the smoke.

At first, its monstrous head, long and sleek, adorned with huge spiraling black horns, and then its neck, which was long like a serpent. The creature stepped out in a thunderous motion on all four of its hulking, muscled legs, as a tail twice as long as the creature itself swished back and forth, and it unfurled great black wings from out of the ash. The creature was black, like the ash and smoke from the mountain, with thick scales like rock, and here and there gleamed an almost molten like glow in the crags of its scales. Smoke billowed from its nostrils, and as it stared down at the insignificant knight under it, it let out a bellowing cry that stretched to the far lands beyond.

The Knight stood in awe, at the ancient creature before him, one of the last dragons in existence. It towered over and above him, like a great, monumental pillar of strength and fire, and in the presence of this beings true form, he felt like he was nothing compared to the raw power that stood before him. The Knight raised his weapons anyway. He would not stop. He was born for this. The dragon twisted her great neck about, and the Knight found himself looking face to face with the monster as she coiled herself around him.

He stared into the glaring red eyes of the beast, and couldn't help but notice the huge crest of blackened horns that adorned her head, signifying her status as one of the primordial Dragons of legend. The strongest. The smartest. The eternal. Smoke wafted out of the beast's nostrils like a forge at full blast, as she spoke, in her still silky voice.

"Now you see, foolish mortal of flesh and blood, the true form of what I am. Your accomplishments may mark you as a Human of great strength and power, but I am your better. And you are just a man."

With one powerful swoop, the beast lashed out with one of her great arms, and crashed into his shield. The great iron that formed it was crushed, dented and bent out of shape on impact. The blow sent shockwaves through the shield, and broke the Knights arm. He was sent flying through the air, and landed on his back. His vision blurred as he stared up at the ceiling of the great cave, before a huge, taloned foot pressed against his entire body. His armour buckled and strained, as the beast curled her long neck like a snake until she could watch him.

"You see, how small your achievements will be, and always are? Even with the strength greater than those before you, you fail, and break like the weakened, rotten twig of a frail tree. And your sacrifice is in vain. I let your kingdom survive, for I fear what would happen if I had none around for me to play with. You, and the warriors that came before you, are just that, playthings."

With his one remaining arm, the Knight raised his sword which he still clutched, and drove it into the beast's foot, breaking through the scales. The pressure was released from him instantly, and the Knight stood faster than the even he was expecting, as the beast reeled her arm back, and snapped his sword like it was a twig, pulling the broken part out from her foot. She roared in response, shaking the cave from her bellows, and in one swift motion, opened her immense jaws, and like lightening, surged towards the Iron Herald.

The Knight stood as he was engulfed in her jaws and swept up, but found the footing in her mouth, and stood tall, as the beast clenched her jaws together. He pushed with all his strength in one arm, struggling to keep her from closing her jaws. She was laughing as he did so, steadily increasing pressure, feeling as the Knight buckled from under the pressure. She even spoke, her tongue twisting like a snake to form the words on her lips even as he fought for his life.

"You are truly unique from your predecessors however. In some way, I must applaud your foolish efforts."

The Knight huffed in frustration as she increased pressure, and he could feel it in his bones. If she put anymore down his legs and one remaining arm that was still properly working would snap. The Knight looked down to his broken shield arm, which hung limp at his side. Even now it was painful. But if he did nothing, there would be more pain. And much worse at that.

Clutching his fingers together slowly, in immense pain, he raised his arm up, and drove it into the vulnerable flesh of the beast's mouth, as hard as he could, again and again. On his last punch, the Knight felt something pierce his skin. That wasn't good. The beast shuddered, and in upheaval, spit the Knight out. He laid on the floor, and examined his arm with a quick check. He could feel the bone somewhere, having broken through. And still, he stood back up, only to be broadsided by the immense tail of the beast, and was knocked all the way outside of the entrance of the cave, and into the daylight.

He felt something in his chest, broken. And struggled to stand once more, only barely managing to stand, as the ancient dragon took powerful strides on her four legs towards him, her skin gleaming in the sunlight, as the jagged scales across her neck that traveled all the way down her backside flared up, and her great wings stretched in full, ancient and tattered, but still, immensely powerful. She wrapped her tail around him quickly, and crushed him in its grip, bringing him over to her huge face, as he looked into her eyes once more.

"Such a frail creature, yet born with an indomitable spirit. Oh my yes, I have plans for you. But first, I must arrange a new deal. You will come with me, to the place of your lord, and we shall speak. Not you of course. I often forget that you are not allowed to speak of the places you journey to in order to train. How does it feel, Herald, to know that even in your strength, you never had any say in things?"

The Knight did not get a chance to do anything as he was swept up into the air with the dragon, to the skies beyond. The pressure kept on him was immense, and try as he might, the pain was too much, and he passed out, the last glimpse in his vision, the great spires of his home kingdom that lay ahead.

The great beast flew over the spires of the kingdom, headed to the keep she had memorized so well. Far below, Humans screamed and fled, scrambling in the wake of the nightmare that flew above them, like a shadow of death. There was no resistance whatsoever, as this place had become accustomed to what they faced. She tossed the broken body of the Knight down in front of the great palace below, and blew fire up into the air in a great spectacle.

She roared to all in her presence, cowering or watching in fear, as the king, an elegantly clad man stepped out to greet the beast.

"Now, come, all of you mortals of flesh and bone, and see what your greatest warrior has wrought! You have no chance!"

The Knight lay below on the streets to the palace, as the King rushed out to the man, when the beast landed, placing her tail between him and the King. He stopped in his tracks, and watched as she brought her head close to him. She spoke once more, making sure her voice was heard by all. They would know that even their mighty King was no more than a pawn.

"I have changed the deal, Human. You champions are no longer required. This mortal at my feet is no different. But, he has immense willpower. For that, he will come with me. He will be of more use to me than any of the others. And, until I grow tired of him, you will hear nothing of me."

And, just as she had arrived like a black cloud of misery, she plucked the ruined form of the Knight up once more, and lifted herself up into the air, before flying off to the skies above, back to her residence. Yes. This iron willed man would be just what she needed after all this time. What would truly be a test, would be how long he could survive before he became as broken as all the others that came before him. She would see.

The Knight stirred, opening his eyes slowly. He was dazed, as he looked around himself, to the small, homey cottage like setting he was in. Not far away from the bed he found himself laying in, burned a fire surrounded by an ancient stone fireplace. He looked over to a source of noise, and found a woman sitting nearby, spinning cloth on a spool. She looked up from her work, and smiled. But the Knight saw the all too familiar glint in her eyes.

"Ah, back to the world of mortals I see. By now I shouldn't be surprised that you made a fast recovery from the trauma you sustained. Very curious indeed."

The Knight rose from his blankets, ignoring the pain in his chest, when he was suddenly held still, locked in position. The woman had extended a hand and clutched her fingers together tightly, keeping him in her grip.

"Ah! Not so fast now! There is no fight here Herald. Unless, if you wish to resist, then by all means, continue."

The Knight struggled firmly, but to no avail. There was nothing he could do.

"Now that I have your attention, I believe it is time you and I had a chat. After all, your purpose in life is now in servitude to me."

The woman laughed as she watched his expression.

"Oh believe me I would be disappointed if you did not resist so! But, this is now the reality of your situation, whether or not you agree, as it always has been."

The Knight struggled with the force that gripped him as the woman continued to speak.

"I have changed the arrangement of our very old deal. You are something special. And, I enjoy special things. A being such as you with a will unbreakable, is something to be cherished, not thrown away like a plaything. As such, I have spoken my terms. Your kingdom will not require more champions while you are with me, BUT, your life will be lived in servitude to me, and you will not be allowed to leave my home."

She eased her invisible grip on him as she crossed her leg, shaking her foot, chuckling in the process.

"In some way, Iron Herald, you could consider this a victory. Your kingdom will not hear from me, and they will not have any need to send warriors every generation. And, perhaps in time, you will come to appreciate your position. After all, it is not every day that one is shown mercy by a god, and given more as well."

The Knight made a face in his silence, to which she responded in kind.

"Oh I know what you're thinking! That Beast thinks she is a god! I'll show her!"

She waved a finger.

"I am a Primordial Dragon. I existed since the world began. Before you came into being. I learned all there was to be learned while you were taking your first steps. Believe me mortal, if there were gods, I, and the few of my kin that exist today would be it."

She smiled sweetly, but even still, the glare of her red eyes gleamed at him.

"I will let you go now. You may fight if you wish. But that road will lead to more pain. If you do not, then I will tend to you until you are better, and then I will reveal to you the nature of your servitude."

The Knight felt the grip released from around him, and found his body free once more. He pulled the sheets off him, and struggled to stand, stepping off the bed. The woman simply smiled.

"I don't know whether to call it stubbornness or stupidity. But, I must say it will be entertaining. Have it your way Herald."

The Knight rested on the bed quietly, as the woman walked over with a small tray, bearing some soup and other foods. The Knight remained still as she set the tray down on the wooden table beside the bed. She smiled as she set it down.

"My my, finally starting to shape up today? By this point have you finally figured it out?"

She shook her head.

"No, I think not. I can still see it in your eyes. But for now, this is a start. Do not worry Herald. You are losing nothing by accepting what is already happening. Your kingdom thanks you, and you will be remembered as a legend. But, this will not deter you, will it?"

She turned her backside to him

"No matter. When you are well again, we shall see if you wish to take yet another hard road."

Time wore on, and try as he might, every time the Knight wound up back in bed. She knew how to hurt him just enough to make him submit without killing him. And her own wicked powers, abilities so ancient that not even the strongest of Human masters of magic could hope to weave, helped him heal quickly. Eventually, he accepted defeat. She was right. There was only one road if he kept this up, and it was the bed. Perhaps it was time to try another approach.

The woman entered the small, cozy home, wearing the same clothing that she did every day, as clean and form fitting as before, her features always the same. The Knight remained still as she approached, and took note of her as she watched him.

"My, you are oddly quiet today! You seem to be fully recovered. And yet, you do not attack."

The Knight watched her in silence.

"Then it seems as if you understand now. Well then! I suppose since you've been cooped up in here for so long, would you like to go for a walk?"

The Knight shook his head.

"Well, that's fine then too. By all means, stay in here."

The woman sat down on a nearby chair, crossing her leg.

"Well, if you're feeling better, but have calmed the fight in your veins, perhaps we can move along now?"

The Knight gave a simple nod. The woman's eyes lit up in response.

"Well now, this truly is a good day, for the both of us. I think you'll find that what I'm keeping you for is something you'll grow fond of in time."

She stood up from her chair, and walked over to the bed. The Knight remained motionless. She circled the bed casually, smiling as she walked round and round.

"At first, when the idea entered my mind, it was met with one of revulsion, confusion."

She smiled as she said it.

"But then, over time on my own, I found that it steadily grew more alluring. And, one day, I tried it, on a passerby that I pulled in, ever so easily. That's the funny thing about you mortals. Your basic instincts allow you to be lead astray so easily."

She circled around once more.

"But, my appetite grew. And shortly after, I needed only the best of the best. And eventually, even they faltered, and I had to return to the simple life."

She rubbed her smooth hands together, showing a great smile.

"But now, with you here, I believe that I can have my fun once more! But don't worry! It will be fun for you too, if you can keep up!"

She circled close to the Knight, as he watched in silence. He was, in some regard, curious to see what happened next. The woman stood nearby, and, with one simple movement, she unclasped the shoulder straps of her simple white dress, and the whole thing fell to the ground. The Knight stared at the perfect body of a woman before him, watching as her eyes lit up in excitement.

"Oh, I see the way your eyes travel across my body. Hmmm, too normal I think. You'd be too willing."

She suddenly snapped her fingers, the simple motion causing her generous frame to sway and bounce ever so slightly.

"My yes. It needs to rub in more. You need to know that I beat you. You need to know what I am. Your gaze is lost on the body you look upon, and you almost seem to forget just who you are now owned by. We'll just have to change that won't we?"

Smoke gathered around the exposed form of the woman, shrouding her in a thick blanket, as dull embers flew out from the small raging inferno, as she shifted her form once more. The Knight had seen this once, a long time ago, from a distant memory, when her true form was revealed. He sat in the bed, and laid his head back on the pillow. He now had some idea of what she had to gain. As the smoke cleared, out stepped the form of the woman, her body remaining in the same eye catching, goddess-esque shape that it had before, but was now drastically changed from her Human appearance.

Blackened, charred scales covered her body, the dull glow of fire and lava gleamed from her scales when viewed in the right light. Her neck was longer now, supporting her head which was adorned with all too familiar black horns, as smoke wafted up from her nostrils. She put on a great smile across her long slender face, unfurling her black wings as a great tail twisted around her.

"Ah, that's much better! The body of a Human, intertwined with my own form. Is it not fitting, no? Now, there will always be that one little notion, in the back of your mind, about who you serve. And it will make you fight."

She lifted one leg up onto the bed, revealing large clawed feet, with a great curved talon on one toe. She was right. She had kept the supple looks of her previous form. But, when he gazed on her, it was true. She was both. An alluring she-devil, and an ancient creature of power and domination combined into one form. She leaned down onto her knee, looking into the Knight's eyes.

"Oh I can see it now. But how I love a fighter!"

In a cloud of smoke she suddenly exploded into movement, and the Knight found her lying next to him, uncomfortably close. A scaled, clawed hand traveled down her frame, as she rested it lazily on her hips.

"Oh but I can see that other little spark too! The one of want."

She was quick to roll over, claiming her position over top of the Knight. A smile spread across her draconian features, as her red eyes lit up.

"But you don't get to have what you desire, Herald. This is about what I want. And I haven't done this, in a very, very long time. So, without any more of this foolishness, shall we get down to business?"

The beast gave no inclination that she was waiting for him, and in one swift movement, suddenly ripped the blankets off with her tail, leaving him completely exposed. She smiled, laughing as she turned herself around over top of him.

"Oh don't be so shy! Remember, you've already shown your entire form to me more than once trying to get out of that bed in your vain attempts."

The Knight grasped his neck as her long plated tail wrapped around him. She turned her serpentine like neck and flashed her teeth at him.

"So, here's the game Herald."

She shifted her weight, and slid her body against his as she shuffled downwards. With one simple move, she raised her backside up, presenting herself to him.

"You do as I ask, and you'll get a little fun in return."

She blew smoke from her nostrils and a small puff of flame from her maw.

"But, relent, or disobey, and believe me, I know how weak your kind are to fire. And I know just how to burn you without killing you. The recovery would be long, and painful."

She smiled as she brought her head back around to her front.

"Off you go then! Let's see if you can figure things out on the go!"

She pressed her backside closer as if demanding something of him, and simply waited. The ball was in the Knight's court now. He looked at her scaled hide, to the two openings placed between her shapely ass. He understood completely. But every bone in him told him to fight. But, he would have to be patient. Sometimes the weakness or right moment did not appear at first. So, whether he liked it or not, he'd have to go with things in the present.

The Draconic woman above him was letting out small moans and gasps as he toyed with her, and from his poking's and prodding's, it was clear he was doing his intended task well enough. It didn't take long for her to become a mess. And although he had no tongue, he found that the simple touch or caress from his fingers would do the trick. Over time she eased the grip of her tail around his neck, and pressed her generous backside closer to him. Her wings occasionally twitched as did her tail in response to his simple actions.

She twisted her neck around to greet him, and the growing lust was evident in her eyes, as she gave him a smile.

"There's a good little Herald! I think you've earned yourself something as well for your good behavior."

She twisted her head back around, and as the Knight worked, he felt something scrape against him, with some care. Her fingers followed by her sharpened claws scraped across a sensitive area. In response, the Knight grabbed her ass over the softer, more flexible scales, a sharp response that was returned by him in kind. He heard the gentle silky laugher of the draconian woman.

"You are a spirited one! I was right about you."

He felt something twist around his member, keeping it upright as it slithered down to the base. He heard more laughter from the woman as she started teasing him as well. The Knight was unsure of what to feel about the whole thing. But if he had to go through with this to find some manner of an opening, he would. He wouldn't bow to any man or monster. The Draconian woman's own actions sparked him to do things harder, in a more aggressive manner, which only caused her to smile and laugh in response.

Eventually, her tail unwrapped itself completely from around his neck, now casually draped around his shoulders. The woman uncoiled her tongue from around his member, which now stood upright on its own from her simple toying's. She reared her head back, a smile etched on her features and a gleam in her red eyes.

"Surely you must have some desire to do more? After all, I have done this many times before. I know how easily mortals bend to the pleasures of the flesh. So, come on then, Iron Herald, put a little spark into your actions, for me?"

She opened her mouth, showing off her long tongue, while blowing a small withering puff of flame above him. The Knight continued. If she wanted it, then she'd get it all right. She was human sized, and therefore approximately the weight of a human. Time to turn the tables. Grabbing her waist, he rolled the both of them over, and ended up on the floor, with the Draconian woman now underneath him. Her tail had coiled around his neck in a moment, and, showing off her inhuman strength, easily moved him so that she sat over top of him once more. She uncoiled her tail and changed position, and sat over top of his waist, the two large, curved talons of her feet flexing as she draped her clawed hands across his chest.

The woman had a dangerous glint in her eyes, but a smile that showed off her various sharpened teeth. The various blackened ridged plates on her neck had stood up.

"Oh so you want to do it that way do you!? That's okay. I just wanted to have a little fun first. But if you're so eager to skip to the fun part, well, I guess we can. After all, I am a woman who likes to get down to the point of things."

She lowered her head close to the Knight's face, small streams of smoke coming from her nostrils. She spoke in a quiet tone, just enough for him to hear.

"I was actually doing you a favor. What comes next is often rough for your kind. We shall see just how far you can go, little herald."

And true to her word, the Draconian woman was right. There was a primal power in her actions, a primal aspect in her lust, and when she started, she didn't stop. And what was more tiring, was the fact that the Knight never stopped fighting either. But the woman was always quick to re-assert her position on top of things and being in control, causing the knight to resist ever more.

Their various struggles had landed them all about the small quiet dwelling, dragging bed sheets across the stone floor, knocking over small tables, and sliding objects out of the way. Needless to say, there was some small part of the knight that was enjoying it. At first she had started without pause or indication, and began riding him there on the floor. She had far more endurance than he ever boasted, and continued without pause, making sure to keep him pinned as she bounced back and forth over top of him without any sign of slowing.

Her wings twitched and flexed as she rode him up and down over and over, and her long tail kept its firm grip over his neck, while she leaned down keeping his arms pinned with her hands. Smoke billowed in wisps with every bounce, as she stared into his eyes with a fire in hers. All the while, her body, on the outside, blackened and charred crag like scales, shaped in the body of nothing short of a goddess was on display as she rode him repeatedly. Her voice, which was still surprisingly smooth, was like a song as her pleasured moans rang out in the small dwelling.

The Knight didn't know for how long she kept at it, but he tried his hardest to gain the upper hand, and every time it was put down quickly by her, with a short laugh and more hushed breathes, followed by even more lust being displayed in her fiery eyes. But, eventually, she grew tired of the same position, and decided it was time to change things up. She leaned down against his chest, watching him closely with a smile and glint in her eyes.

"And you still haven't even hit your peak yet have you? My, you are a real treasure!"

She scraped her clawed hands across his chest ever so slightly.

"I think it's time for some more fun! But this time, there'll be no way out for you little herald."

The Knight had little time to react as he felt her tail wrap around the ends of his feet, and he was suddenly pulled out from under her, as she stood up in the process. He view was now upside down as she held him out in front her. She gestured with one of her hands, pulling her fingers inwards.

"Come here little herald. I think you'll enjoy this."

She pulled him close, bringing him against the hard, slightly warm scales of her body, and shortly after, he felt a hand around the back of his head, pushing him forward. He was pushed against her softer scaled region below, right against her sensitive nether regions. She spoke, emphasizing with her hand by pressing the back of his head even closer.

"This is your job little herald!"

There was a short pause before he felt something wrap around his member, her tongue, and then the sensation of her maw engulfing him. Her hand pressed the back of his head insistently. He grabbed a hold of her hips with both of his hands to steady himself, and left with little choice in the matter, went to work. He had no tongue with which to speak. But he eventually found that he didn't really need it. Sucking and toying seemed to please the Draconian woman well enough.

Over time, the Draconian woman's hips began to tremble, added only by her movement of switching from foot to foot. And, through her own actions, the Knight was reaching his peak. Her tongue was too good, and her mouth was so hot. With a sudden buildup of pressure, the knight released unexpectedly into the maw of the woman, who was quick to react. The knight had to admit, based off of how quickly she acted, she wasn't pleased. And, it was kind of funny to him.

He was suddenly pulled away from his task at hand, and held high up in the air. The Draconian had her wings unfurled, and the scales on her neck were standing up high, only adding to the great crest of horns on her head, as she looked at him with a dangerous fire in her eyes. The Knight took some satisfaction in his handiwork, having caught her by surprise and overflowing her maw all over her chest.

"I am not impressed herald! Such manners! And you didn't even have the courtesy to bring me to my own peak!"

She blew fire at him, making sure to keep it far away enough from his face, but close enough to burn and cause discomfort. As her flames died out into little wisps of smoke, she closed the gap, kissing him briefly, before pulling back, her long flexible tongue trailing behind.

"But, after all, you are a fighter! Naughty naughty! I'll have repay you in kind for that!"

And, as she had stated, she did. The Knight was used without end, and in all accounts, reached his peak first, only sparking the Draconian woman to press him harder for what she so greatly desired. Eventually, the Knight had reached his physical limit of exhaustion, having been going for who knows how long, and was now resting back on the bed as the Draconian woman still continued.

Her frame bounced and twisted as she rode him, pressing her ass together tightly with both hands, only increasing the rate in which the Knight reached his various peaks, while she toyed with herself using her tail. The Knight had long since stopped resisting out of exhaustion, and simply lay there as she worked herself.

And, at last, through her efforts, as the Knight watched lazily, it seemed that she was finally reaching her end, as the talons on her feet flexed, as her wings spread wide and her song like voice reached new heights, as she thrusted, a few last hard ones as she reached her peak, and went overboard. Fire blew from her maw and, very much representing her pent up lusts, she released herself in a small tidal wave of fluids which had long since already covered the Knight from his own actions with her beforehand.

In a great spectacle of fire and smoke, and her heavenly voice, she draped her shapely form across the Knight's, resting her warm scales against his body, and coiling her long tail around one of his legs, stretching herself out in a more relaxed position. She smiled to the Knight under her.

"Not bad for your first time Herald. After all, you are only Human. But, I'm sure we'll break you in soon enough!"

She blew a puff of smoke and fire, before resting her head down on the bed, closing her red eyes.

"Hmmmm, I waited a long time for this. You are a worthy treasure, indeed."

Silence filled the room as she too rested in silence, and the Knight merely laid there. Now would be a perfect time to do something, anything. But he didn't have it in him. There was no strength left in him whatsoever. But, as he looked around, it occurred to him, that really, he wasn't that bad off.

He was alive, which was more than he could say for all his predecessors. He was hailed as a hero to his people, in some way or another. And now, he was going to live the rest of his days out to an ancient being who would use him to satiate her lusts. And she knew all too well how to please mortals, as she so often put it.

That wasn't so bad, being the treasure of a dragon, kept close at hand. She was already adept at taking care of him when he needed it. And, even with her ancient magic, she might even know how to keep him eternally young. He looked across the shapely body of the form before him that she had chosen to take, and absent mindedly began rubbing his hands slowly across her warm, ashen scaled body.

Not a bad treasure, indeed.