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Dragon Slayer (fantasy)
By Gregory Daniels NIXPIX Author - 1988
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[Curtain opens on Gregory sitting on his stool, behind a desk. On
the desk are a manual typewriter, and a large stack of paper.
Gregory finishes tapping out a few words, then rips the paper out
of the typewriter with a flair, and puts it on top of the pile.]
There... it's finished. My first submission of fiction to the ASB
community. I honestly haven't a clue how good it is, because...
well... because it's as much a head-trip as it is a story. I would
appreciate comments, critiques, and cash, in small-unmarked bills.
*wink*
Honestly, folks, let me know what I did right, and what I didn't...
oh, and a bit of a warning to y'all: I tried to write the sex
tastefully, so if you're looking for "fuck suck cunt cock dick lick
pussy"... keep looking. :) With that said, I'll leave my copies of
my story with you, and you can pick them up on your way out...
happy reading!
[Gregory gets up, and exits stage left, then returns to the desk.]
Almost forgot my typewriter... it's an heirloom.
[Gregory picks up typewriter, and exits once again, stage left.
From offstage, you hear the sound of something heavy being dropped,
followed by lots of little pinging sounds, as if dozens of thin
metal rods were bouncing around on the floor.]
"*sigh* Good thing I didn't use my computer..."
[Curtain close.]
[Fade out.]
Dragon Love
Aliksandr found her in the meadow, just as his ancestors had found
others in the past. Even from his point of view, dodging in and out
of the under hangs of the clouds in the sky, he could see that she
was scanning the skies, as if searching for him, though she could
not see him at his present altitude, had she been able to see at
all. Aliksandr flew towards his mountain home, quickly descending
to the level of the forest treetops before approaching the meadow
again, swooping over the trees before settling down near, yet
behind, the frame that had been built in the middle of the meadow.
As the dragon landed, the girl turned her head to the side, so she
could hear him approaching. She was blindfolded and gagged, as was
the ritual, though Aliksandr could never understand why it was
necessary, as it took away from what he assumed would be a
beautiful face (they always picked the beautiful ones... another
part of the ritual that he could never understand... why not keep
them for themselves?)
He slowly lumbered towards her, taking his time to admire the well
formed, if not a little buxom, body twisting in a vain attempt to
gain some freedom from her bonds. The girl was in the middle of a
stone frame shaped much like a doorway. Her feet were spread an
only slightly uncomfortable distance apart, and secured to the
frame by a couple turns of chain around her ankle, then bolted to
the frame itself. Aliksandr noticed the bruises on her ankles that
the chains were leaving, and wondered how long the girl had been
left there, struggling in the middle of a field, miles away from
the nearest village. The girl's arms were chained together at the
wrists, and attached to a hook in the top of the frame. Her wrists
were also bruised from her struggles, and he could see a small
trickle of dried blood down one of her arms.
The girl stopped struggling as the dragon got within a few feet of
the frame. Now she just stood shivering, her breath causing her
nostrils to flare with each inhale. As he moved closer, she started
whimpering softly behind the gag... a small mewling sound quite
unlike anything he had heard before. Aliksandr leaned his head in
closer, and the sound rose both in pitch, and in volume, becoming
more like the whining of a small pup that has been left without its
mother.
The dragon examined the bruises on the girl's wrists a little more
closely, then gently licked at the trail of dried blood. The girl
squealed from behind the gag, and tried to pull away from him.
Aliksandr merely waited a moment, then licked more, until he had
cleaned the blood somewhat. He then nudged the chain up off the
hook, then let it, and the girl's arms, drop in front of her.
"You may take off your blindfold and gag, my dear."
The girl jumped a little bit, then moaned as her movements
aggravated her bruised ankles. Slowly she raised her hands, more
out of fear than the weight of the chains on her wrists, and tugged
at her blindfold. The strap was attached very tightly, and she had
to pull hard enough that the buckle pressed against the back of her
head made her cry out until she had managed to raise the front of
the blindfold up over her head, freeing her vision. She dropped it
to the ground, then opened her eyes, crying out once again as the
daylight blinded her painfully. The girl closed her eyes again, and
tipped her head forward, shielding her eyes further with her hair.
Aliksandr took this moment to examine her hair; it was the color of
winter chestnuts, but the sunlight brought out a color that was
closer to the coppery edging of his own wings.
"And the gag."
The girl brought her hands up, and tried to move them behind her
head before she remembered that her wrists were bound together. She
gave a little strangled scream as the cold chain pressed against
her throat, then pushed her hands away quickly. Once she regained
her composure, the girl raised her hands up over her head, then
worked on the buckle of the gag from behind. After a few moments,
it fell away from her mouth, and took a place on the ground next to
the blindfold.
By now, the girl had stopped blinking furiously against the light,
and brought her hands back over her head to rub her eyes, trying to
get them to work again. Aliksandr waited for her to stop, then
lowered his head to her level before she could open her eyes again.
They opened, and the girl gasped as she looked into the dragon's
deep green eyes staring into hers.
"Hello, my dear," Aliksandr said. "How are you feeling?"
The girl dropped her head and shivered for a few moments, then said
weakly, "I... I... I am ready."
"Ready for what?"
The girl raised her head again, and looked into the dragon's eyes
with a confused expression on her face.
"I am ready... for you... to accept me as your... sacrifice." She
dropped her head again and started sobbing quietly.
Aliksandr reached forward with a claw, and raised her chin up so
that he could look into her eyes again. They were blue, but light,
almost grey, in color, and open very wide. This had the effect of
making the girl look very vulnerable, and very lovely.
"And do you understand what that means, my dear?"
"I think so... I know what the Elders told me, once I was chosen."
"And what was that?" Aliksandr was amused by the idea that the
supposed wise men of the villages could possibly understand a
ritual as complex as this, and even more amused by the thought that
they could explain it to a child.
The girl stopped, and looked into Aliksandr's eyes for a moment, as
if trying to understand why he was asking her so many questions.
"I..." The girl hesitated, then her face took on an expression of
someone who was just remembering something taught them long ago,
and only now understanding.
"I am to be your sacrifice. I am to die, so that my people may
live. If I do not give myself to you without question, my people
will suffer your wrath." It was said not in the tone of a girl, but
in the slow measured speech patterns of an adult - the tone of
blind obedience to an ancient custom, followed for reasons long
misunderstood.
The dragon nodded slowly. "And did they also tell you exactly what
will happen to you, once I accept you as my sacrifice?"
This question shocked the girl noticeably. Aliksandr knew that they
hadn't, because they had no idea what happened. The dragon, reached
down with a claw, trailing it down her leg to the chain around her
ankle, causing the girl to shiver and wince. His claw left a faint
red line down her leg as a remembrance. He then slipped his claw
into a link of the chain, and shattered it easily, allowing the
girl to take her foot out of the bond.
The girl still stood there, silent, as Aliksandr repeated the
process on her other leg, leaving another red line, this time a
little darker, down her leg. The girl didn't pull away this time,
however, which caused Aliksandr to smile inwardly. He popped a link
on the other chain, and allowed the girl to take her foot out of it
as well.
Aliksandr hrmphed quietly. "You have not answered my question yet.
Did they tell you what will happen to you, once I accept you as my
sacrifice?"
The girl looked down at her now-freed feet, then back up into the
dragon's face. Her own face was a mixed mask of confusion, fear,
pain, and... curiosity?
"No... m'lord Dragon... they did not. What... what happens?"
Aliksandr smiled, turned, and took a couple steps away from the
girl before he spoke again. "You needn't know just yet..."
"Yes, m'lord Dragon."
Aliksandr turned his head to face the girl again, and just looked
at her. She was freed from her bonds, and yet she made no attempt
to escape, choosing instead to simply stand with her head down,
silent, unmoving. Perhaps it was because she knew the futility of
an attempt. Perhaps it was because she knew that if she were
successful in he escape it would bring "her people to suffer his
wrath". Perhaps it was because his last comment intrigued her
enough that she would stay...
The dragon lumbered back towards the girl, and hooked his claw in
the chain running between her wrists. He raised his claw, pulling
the girls arms upward, and over her head. It was not until her feet
were starting to be raised off the ground that she looked up at him
again. He lowered her feet to the ground again, but kept her arms
raised.
"It is time."
The girl showed a look of confusion again. "Time... time for what?"
"Time for me to claim you as my sacrifice, my dear."
The girl shivered visibly at these words, but did not move
otherwise, nor did she lower her head. "Yes, m'lord Dragon."
"Put your arms around my neck."
Aliksandr lowered his head, and started nudging his muzzle between
the girl's arms. She winced as she felt his rough hide rubbing
against her arms and it took some work to get his head the entire
way through; for some time her head was bent back at an
uncomfortable angle, pressed against the bottom of the dragon's
muzzle, as he worked it through the ring of her bound arms.
Finally, Aliksandr worked his head through, and the girl's arms
slipped down around his neck, which had the effect of pulling her
against him.
"Are you comfortable, my dear?"
"Yes, m'lord Dragon."
"Good..."
Without giving any other indication, Aliksandr unfolded his wings
and with a single flap, he and the girl were airborne. The girl
gave a small squeal as she was lifted off the ground, and tried to
cling to the dragon's chest, looking for somewhere to put her
dangling feet. She closed her eyes as they climbed higher into the
sky, feeling only the wind on her skin, and the rhythmic
undulations of the dragon's body against hers...
... Then a warmth and a hardness between her dangling legs, as the
dragon unsheathed himself and settled the tip of his sex against
her groin. The girl gasped, and tried to move herself away from it,
but without any real leverage, her struggling only served to lodge
the dragon's cockhead that much more firmly between the lips of her
own sex.
As Aliksandr flew higher and higher, the motion of his wings
flapping caused his shafthead to rub back and forth between the
girl's nether lips. Soon, the girl gave up working against him, as
the warmth she was experiencing spreading outwards from the core of
her being took control of her emotions, and her motions. She moaned
gently as she was taken higher by the dragon, both in altitude, and
in arousal.
Soon Aliksandr had reached a sufficient height, and he started
gliding and circling slowly. With the change in his motion, the
girl was able to find footholds on the tops of the dragons legs,
and from there clung to him as tightly as possible, her eyes closed
against the wind that still buffeted her body, whipping at her
garments, tossing her hair about as if it had a life of its own.
The dragon bent his head down next to hers, and whispered in her
ear, "It is time."
Then he dove.
Faster and faster the pair fell through the skies. Aliksandr folded
his wings against his back, causing them to pick up even more
speed. The wind was screaming around them as they plummeted, and
the girl shivered uncontrollably, as the force of the wind pressed
her harder on top of the dragon's shaft. Although she could not see
it, the girl could *feel* the earth rapidly approaching beneath
them, threatening to dash them to pieces within seconds. She clung
to the dragon even more, waiting for the end to come, hoping that
it would be mercifully short... then he swooped.
Aliksandr spread his wings, and pulled them out of their dive,
arcing within meters of the ground. They turned upwards again, and
the dragon could hear the girl's sigh, even over the wind. Then, as
he took a giant flap with his wings, to start them skyward again,
he bucked his lower half forward, thrusting deeply into the girl,
then completing his entry with the next wingstroke.
The dragon's first thrust snapped the girl out of the hormonal daze
she was in, and she was suddenly immediately aware of exactly where
she was, and why. His second thrust tore a scream from the girl's
throat, as she was fully impaled on the dragon's shaft. Each flap
of Aliksandr's wings took the two of them further skyward, and gave
the dragon a fraction more penetration, which served to raise the
girl's scream in both pitch and volume. As they flew into the
clouds, Aliksandr leveled off his ascent, and began flying towards
his home. Now that they were level, the dragon's motions in
flapping his wings served to consummate his union with the girl, as
he began a slow pistoning of his sex in and out of her nether-
mouth.
The girl's screaming eventually died away, and was replaced with a
choked sobbing, with an occasional gasp, as Aliksandr's maneuvering
would alter the pattern's speed, angle, or depth. Soon, they
reached the dragon's cave in the crags of Mount Thuslim, and as he
landed, Aliksandr curled his wings around the girl, still keeping
her mounted on him, as he gently lay down in his nest, with her
still pressed against his belly.
As she lay shuddering against Aliksandr, the girl began to feel the
same warmth that she felt before her mind was shattered by the
dragon's final claiming of her as his lover. She involuntarily
moved against him, and his scaly skin rubbing against her own flesh
somehow felt stimulating, so she continued to move, at first, very
little, but as she fell more and more under the spell of this
rekindled arousal, her movements became more pronounced. Soon her
rubbing served to move the tatters of her gown away from her
breasts, and the girl rubbed her hardening nipples against
Aliksandr's leathery hide, gasping and cooing as she did so.
The dragon watched her arousal build, then, as fuel to the fire; he
gently raked a claw down her back, hard enough to leave a strong
mark, but not enough to break the skin. When the heat from the
scratch hit the girl, she arched her back, moaning loudly, and
sliding forward on his shaft. This last motion evoked a squeal of
pleasure from the girl, and she quickly pushed back down on the
dragon's member. Immediately, the sensations caught up with her,
making her moan and want to slide forward again... within minutes,
the girl had worked herself into a frenzy, riding the dragon's sex
like a bar wench on a tavern-goer with some extra gold.
Aliksandr raked his claw down her back again, and the girl screamed
again, but this time, it was a scream of wanting. She bucked
against the dragon, bringing her hands up to pull on and rub her
nipples harder against his hide. Soon, she started throbbing around
the dragon, and her screams rivaled the roar of an enraged Dragon
as her orgasm hit. The girl fell forward, her screams choked off by
her own body, and continued to rub as much of her body as could
maintain contact with the dragon's skin. At last, the orgasm began
to subside, and the girl's movements with it, until she lay curled
up on Aliksandr's belly, her breath coming in short gasps.
The dragon wrapped his wings around the girl and pulled her up
towards his chest gently, allowing his shaft to slip out of her,
and resheathing it. As she lay against his chest, in the first
stages of a light doze, Aliksandr bent his head and whispered
gently in her ear.
"You have shared the love of the Dragon," he whispered to the girl,
"and it is now a part of you. I claim you as my Love, and as my
Rider, and together, we shall spend our days in the skies. To you,
I give your name, which is Tarion. I also give my protection, my
devotion, my life, and my name, which is Aliksandr. It is by these
names that we are thus bound; two souls, one force. Now rest,
Tarion, for tomorrow we ride."
By the time Aliksandr had finished speaking these words, a low
purring rumble was coming from Tarion's throat, and her chest rose
and fell gently, as that of someone deep in slumber. The dragon
smiled quietly, and laid his head next to Tarion's.
<<Such are the ways of rituals, dear Tarion... and there will be
more to face in the future... but they will be faced together.>>
Upon these thoughts, the dragon slept, holding his Rider safe.
"I've always wanted to be eaten by a Dragon..." - Lothie
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