Stories with sexy dragon ladies?

[Chochmah]

This is... I'll be honest I can't believe I'm writing this. But whatever.

This is half an idea and half wondering if/where such a thing exists already. But something I would really enjoy are stories with sexy dragons or half dragons. An astute/nosy reader will note that I wrote a few of these myself but I've decided I'm not comfortable posting any more (if I write them I am keeping them to myself for personal enjoyment - sorry. They're too personal.)

Anyway, what I would enjoy and hope exists/will exist soon would be:

• A gorgeous female who has dragony features (fangs, some scales, wings, a tail, etc.) Which ones and how many aren't super important as long as some are present
• Gorgeous undressing or being nude. Explicit sex is optional (in fact not preferred to me, or if it's present I would not want that to be the entire story). What I would really enjoy is her showing herself off, undressing publicly or for another, proudly and with no shame, but not necessarily in a wholly sexual way.
• No coercion/rape/sexual assault. Nobody is forced into an uncomfortable situation, or at least they are given an out before things get too horrid. One particular story I recall involved someone being kidnapped to be a dragon's sex toy for a night but ultimately the dragon was perfectly willing to let her leave without any sex and apologized for how his servants tied her up - in the end sex was only because she agreed to it and had a good time all around. That's as far as I would want forcing/coercion to go.

There are a few other things I could list but ultimately it would probably become way too specific way too quickly. Whatever the case: Does anyone know of any stories of this sort? If not, is anyone else similarly excited by the idea such that they would be willing to write it?

 

[sirhugs]

are they too personal because YOU are half-dragon?

I'm not a big Fantasy guy, but I could see this working, and finding a niche audience.

This is however, the Story Ideas forum, not the Looking for a Story forum.

There is also a search feature on the story index page.

 

[JJA122]

Cute stories you have there, have you considered posting them on Wattpad?

This should be my thing as I love lizard people, scalie, can't really think of anything for a plot besides a nude art class.

 

[BaeMinji]

Interested in Writing

Hello! I'm new to this website lol but I like your idea. I'd like to write something like what you are suggesting as my first one. Do you think it would be well-received?

 

[shakna]

I've got a somewhat longer-form story that I began, but got a little stuck on that might fit what you're looking for. If you can help me push it in a direction, then I'd be willing to send you what I've got so far (a bit over 15,000 words).

Story revolves mostly around a dragon-ish woman, who is an artist in a magical world.

As a taste to see if you like my style, here's a bit of the intro:

"Nyeh!" She cried out, grabbing her blanket and hauling it over her head as the light crashed into the room like a physical force attempting to drive back the darkness. The shadows resisted, having grown comfortable in place, but eventually they had to give up and let physics take over.

A pointy finger drove into the blanket and directly into her forehead, "Oi! I don't care if you have an artist's temperament. Sleeping for three weeks is way too long. It's time to get up."

Her tail flicked out from the blanket and knocked the man off his feet, before coming back to her and she curled into a tighter ball. Beneath her scales the coals began to glow and she snuggled down into the heat and settled down to fall back to sleep.

She could do with another month or so.

Bones cracked loudly, and her eyes flickered open in the dark. She peeked through a gap in the blanket as she saw the twisting body sprouting fur and she cringed, "Oh, come on! You can't be serious Sam!"

The werewolf reared up and snatched the blanket back from her. Her bottom lip quivered as her golden eyes stared up at him pleadingly. Her tail curled around her knees as she shivered and looked at the beast.

He twisted his head and lifted his head back with a crack and shedding of fur as he fell back into his human form. He coughed weakly as his lung capacity decreased again, before he rubbed his face where his jaw had shattered itself repeatedly, "Mi, it is time to get out of bed."

"I need my sleep!" She begged him.

The werewolf shrugged and walked over to a wardrobe to pull out new clothes to replace the ones he had ruined. "We've been called to the palace. Apparently your sponsor wants to have a conversation with you."

"You're my manager." She pouted, "Can't you deal with him?"

"Part of managing you is managing to get you to meet your clients, sometimes." Sam replied without sympathy, "So, drag yourself out of the bed, salamander. Or I will."

Her coals grew to a furious heat as she placed a tentative foot down from the bed. She flinched at the cold that struck her scales. She cringed and pushed it down firmly, whilst increasing her own internal temperature. "You better be able to feed me for this effort."

Sam laughed, "Yeah, yeah. Waking you in the winter, I get it. It's going to get worse, I'm afraid. There's been sleet today."

She moaned and shivered, her teeth chattering as she wrapped her arms around her and used what energy she had to raise her temperature. "You w... Woke me... In the winter?"

He shrugged and pulled out an overcoat and tossed it towards her, "Needs must. Your sponsor is quite insistent on meeting you. I think they've got some commission in mind, the kind they don't want to wait for. Special occasion?"

Mi struggled into the jacket, scales catching on the material. She muttered angrily to herself before dragging the zip closed and pulling the collar up and over her mouth. "Ready."

He finished buttoning on his new shirt and glanced at the fur on the floor, "Eh, I'll clean up when we get back. Smell going to bother you?"

Mi shook her head. He always did ask her, and she always had the same response. She liked it when their place smelled like him, it made it easier to get comfortable and hibernate.

Yet, if she had a commission, she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon.

She clutched onto his arm as they stepped out the door and a blast of freezing air hit her in the face, threatening to cool the coals beneath her scales. She let out a pained squeal and buried her face into his chest as they began to walk.

 

[Hypoxia]

I've got a somewhat longer-form story that I began, but got a little stuck on that might fit what you're looking for. If you can help me push it in a direction, then I'd be willing to send you what I've got so far (a bit over 15,000 words).

<short story>

First, the OP has only that one post from almost two months ago and has not been back so I don't know if they'll see this.

Next, this isn't the place for long story excerpts. Save what you have because a moderator will likely delete all but three paragraphs, as per forum rules.

Otherwise, maybe think of women who are were-dragons -- but the author decides which tradition those dragons inhabit. Maybe were-dragonettes from various cultures gather to gossip about their experiences and observations. Which is hotter, Chinese or Balkan or Mayan?