Deep in the dragon's den- closed

[Artemidorus]

Maris was highly sought after. She was a gorgous girl from a well known family. Her hair was a soft light brown and her eyes an incesdible green. Her nose had a few light freckles, and over all, she was the type of girl men wanted.

However, even long before marrying age, she never had any interest in men. Or love. Or becoming a wife. No, her only interest, her only love, was fantasy and adventure. So when her father asked her to take a husband, she never picked.

And when her father picked for her, she packed.

The night before her wedding she was finally prepared. She had money saved, bought food and provisions, she packed her clothes and all other thongs she'd need to live on her own. Then she researched, consulting all her books. She came to a conclusion.

Somewhere in the Endfell mountians she could find a dragon. That wpuld convince the world. Surely a girl who could tame a dragon could lead her own life, a life without a husband.

It had been about a week. A week on her own, and Maris felt more alove than ever. Especially in this moment, as she was sure she found what she was looking for.

A huge cave. Huge and warm. Surely a dragon den.

But in it was not a dragon. It was just a man. As good looking as he was, he was alseep and very not a dragon.

"Hey!" she said to him. "Have you seen a dragon around here?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grimnir looked the girl over from underneath half-closed eyes; he was bemused.

He'd been dreaming. It was a good dream, full of smoke and fire and the taste of blood and sweet, fat sheep when her stumbling approach had awakened him.

His acute hearing detected no evidence of stealth, so she wasn't stalking him; had he sensed any danger, his body would already be in the process of Reforming to meet the challenge. His sense of smell told him much about her before she came anywhere within sight--human; female; post-pubescent but still young, maybe 20 or so. And very innocent, given how she accosted a strange man out here in the wilderness. She had not yet learned to be wary of strangers, which indicated that she either was simple or had never had any reason to fear unknown men. If the latter, that spoke of growing up sheltered by authority...

What he saw he liked. Well-formed, curvy in all the right places, pretty, nice hair. The state of her clothing told him she had been on the trail for a while. He wondered idly how a sheltered young woman found herself alone in the wild. Not desperate, so not abandoned, meaning it was by choice.

"Who are you?" he asked neutrally, not moving from where he lay on his side wrapped in his cloak. "Where did you come from? And what would you want with a dragon?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"My name is Maris. And I want to find a dragon to prove that I'm my own woman. Not that its any business of yours." she said a bit roughly, placing her hands on her curvy hips.

"Are you drunk?" she asked bluntly. "You're sleeping in a cave. Thats pretty dangerous." he didnt look or smell homeless to her. Then again, she didn't look or smell too homeless either.

"Well then, who are you? Are you looking for the dragon?" she asked, taking a seat on the ground.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He sat up on the ledge slowly, his feet dangling down, and stretched the flat muscles in his chest, back and shoulders luxuriously. The cloak slipped from his naked torso as he did so, puddling in his lap.

“Dangerous?” he said bemusedly and chuckled. “You’re a fine one to talk about what’s dangerous, looking for dragons and all; don’t you know they eat people?” He mulled over her statement about finding a dragon proving that she was “her own woman”. It didn’t make any sense on its face. Maybe she was simple, in addition to being hopelessly naïve.

“And as to what’s my business and what’s not, you made it my business when you asked me about it. “And no, I’m not drunk, I just felt like a nap. I sleep where I please, go where I please, do what I want.

“Although,” he said, looking her up and down appraisingly, “looking at you better, I might get drunk on your beauty.” He smiled as he said it, to show that he was semi-joking. “You are a tasty-looking bit, and no mistake.”

“Maris…Maris…” he mused. “Are you that princess I’ve been hearing about, the one who ran off and now everybody’s looking for?”

 

[Artemidorus]

"People are looking for me?" Maris asked, startled. She composed herself. "I mean..." she cleared her throat. "A dragon wouldn't eat me. They capture princess. They eat nasty knights and princes; the ones that try to save her so they can have her." she practically spit.

She almost had a hard time keeping her eyes up. His cloak fell, and not only was he handsome, he was fit.

"Thats what I want." she sighed, laying back, her leggs dangling from the cave and her face towards the sky. "To do as I want. To be free to make my own choices."

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Eat nasty knights and princes, eh? Well, they do do that, but I have it on the best authority that they, uh, eat princesses, too--if that's what you are."

He rose from his ledge and padded towards her on bare feet, the cloak dropping away entirely. Underneath it he was naked. He never bothered with clothes when he went out into the world of men like this; he never knew when he would have to Reform, and that process tore whatever he might be wearing to shreds. It was just simpler to do without.

As he emerged into the daylight he knew that she could now fully see his lambent golden eyes with their vertical pupils, like a cat's. He squatted close by her shoulder.

"As for the other, I'm sad to have to tell you that your dreams will go unfulfilled. Because, you see, now you're my captive, and you'll go where I want, and do as I please, and all of your choices are now mine."

 

[Artemidorus]

"What?" sure he was gorgous, but... Well who was he? Amd to say he was to control her, well. "Who do you think you-"

But as he was approaching she noticed his nakedness. She suddenly became very aware that strange me were most likely not to be trusted. Especially grown men that knew she was a princess.

"Wait-" she said, scooting back. "I- no- okay-" he was coming towards her. "I need to find this dragon. I need to prove I'm strong enough to be on my own."

Though she wasn't without protection. Her hand snaked behind her and closed around a knife in her pocket.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Oh, you don't need to find the dragon, sweetmeat," he grinned, "you've already found him--or should I say, he found you..."

"And you needn't bother with that little toad-stabber you probably have in your belt; I have bigger ones." And he grinned wide and Refomed his teeth just a little so that they showed as dagger-points between his lips.

This was of course tricky, because they were larger than his human teeth, and if he wasn't careful they would poke his gums, which was both unpleasant and bloody. But he'd found that it was a nifty little trick by which to intimidate mortal men--and women, as it happened. And it usually ended trouble before it began.

 

[Artemidorus]

Her eyes widened in shock and fear, realization striking her. Thats why no one could ever find him. He could take the form of a man. Her heart sped and she tried to even out her breathing.

She moved her hands back from her belt. It was true. She didnt stand a chance against him. That didn't mean, though, that she was gonna roll over like a dog.

"Technically I did find you." she crossed her arms.

 

[BurningMonkey]

For a moment he just stared at her, then burst into loud peals of helpless laughter. Oh, she was priceless, this one! Tears were streaming from his eyes when he finally managed to get control of himself again.

"That's...that's true..." he said, fighting back the chuckles that threatened to send him off again. "You did find me..." Wiping the residual wetness from his eyes, he smiled a genuine smile. "I don't think it changes anything, but technically, you're right."

"Well, since we've established the groundwork, come sit and tell me why you thought finding a dragon would make you 'your own woman'." He patted the rock beside where he sat. "Come, come. Don't be shy. I just ate a few days ago, so you're perfectly safe. Or rather, I won't eat you...that way, at least..."

 

[Artemidorus]

Her heart skipped a beat, but he seemed to have responded well to her sass. That was good. Either he was gonna kill her for being rude or she'd gain a little respect.

She walked over to him and sat, a little more at ease but still wary, her hands in her lap. "As a princess it's my 'duty'" she made air quotes "to marry for the better of the people. My father tried to have me pick,mouth the options were terrible. I don't want to marry a gross old king or a spoiled prince. When I wouldn't pick, he chose for me. And before the wedding I ran off."

She stared off into the distance for awhile admiring the view from the cliff. "In the old days, to become a knight, one had to find and kill a dragon. Now that there's not too many dragons around, we don't do that anymore. I don't know exactly what I was planning on doing once I found you. I knew I wouldn't kill you." She said a bit lost. "I wouldn't want to."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He leaned back on his elbows, conscious but uncaring that his posture placed his hairless cock and balls on open display for her. One of the things about being a dragon in man-form is that some features of a true man just didn't happen, like pubic hair or a beard. He'd tried growing a beard once, with absolutely no result. He noticed her glance over at his groin once, then quickly look away. He smiled to himself.

"Knights?" he snorted. "Don't get me started on knights. They're nothing more than hired thugs in leather and metal with weapons. They don't have to be brave or skillful, just braver and more skilled than the poor peasant meat they spend most of their lives pushing around. Most of them wouldn't think about tackling anything so dangerous as fighting a dragon, much less killing one."

"Although," he continued, "you do get the occasional hot-head who's looking to make his reputation, and every now and then--rarely, mind you!--some civic-minded fool who thinks he needs to rid the countryside of a 'menace'. I've met a few of both kinds in my day, and...well, I'm still here, so you can figure out how those encounters ended."

He glanced sideways at her, appraisingly. "So why don't you want to marry a prince? Seems to me that would be the life; shoe-shopping all day, servants at your beck-and-call, nice clothes, good food, and you get to bang him all night every night, and if he's willing or at least complacent, some of the better-looking serving-men, too. It's not like anyone's going to say anything about it, after all--you're a princess! Their jobs depend on your good will."

"Surely there were some good-looking ones in the batch that you wouldn't mind playing slap-and-tickle with between the sheets? Or are you one of those girls who like girls?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"Me? Like girls?" she chuckled. "And why would I want to live a life like that? Boring. I've had 19 years of that life, and I'll tell you. The only time I ever felt alive was when I was outside that castle." she tried not to make eye contact with his crotch again.

"Prince's are spoiled sissies. What's the point of being with a man I'd have to protect? None of them know anything about fighting or hunting or adventure. None of them know anything about fun. About being wild and free." she offered him a smirk. "Like a dragon."

She looked down below, to her horse grazing by a small stream. On his back was her small ammount of supplies she had left to climb the cliff.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He stared at her hard for a moment, then suddenly rose to his feet. "You have some deformity, don't you?" he demanded. "Like...I don't know: three tits, or a goiter on your back or something... that's why you don't want to fuck a prince, isn't it? You're afraid they'll laugh at you."

"Or," and a horrified look came across his face, "you're not a princess at all but a prince, one of those sissy-boys who like to dress up in girl's clothes..."

Deciding, he gestured for her to get up. "Okay, that's it! Off with the clothes! Every stitch! I want to know if I've captured a prize not really worth having." When she didn't move immediately, he waved his hands impatiently. "Up! Up! Get 'em off! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and believe me you don't want the hard way."

 

[Artemidorus]

She chuckled. "The hard way? That sounds like more fun." she smirked. "But I'll give you this, just to prove a point."

She pulled down her black pants and stepped out of them, unhooking her leather corset and then unbuttoning her dark red blouse. Underneath was a pair of black panties, no bra. She found her breasts were formed perfectly with out it.

She did a spin. "Two breasts, nothing gross. Theres nothing strange about wanting to be free, is there?"

She paused a moment. "Did you mean what you said about capturing me? I think it'd be a better arrangment if you asked me to stay. Perhaps I'd prefer life with you."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He was mollified somewhat, but not entirely. "I said every stitch. The panties, too. And don't get smart with me, missy--I did capture you, and you're my prisoner, and you'll do as I say!"

Softening his tone somewhat, he continued. "Though of course if you do want to stay of your own free will, I certainly won't object..." Growing stern again, he gestured. "Now, off with them! I want to examine you closely...to be certain, you understand."

 

[Artemidorus]

"You didn't capture me!" She shouted with a smile and a chuckle. "I walked right in here!" She said, stepping out of her undergarments. She held her arms out, spun for him so he could see her perfect ass and all her fine curves, then she began to head towards him.

"My turn." She stepped forward, placing her fingertips gently on his bare chest, leaning onto her toes to look into his eyes. She trailed her hand down, circling around him with her hand never leaving his skin. Her fingers skated across his flesh as she looked him up and down, sliding over his hips and then just above his ass as she headed back to the front.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He was surprised, and highly amused. She thought she was in control, here; obviously she didn't understand her circumstances. He briefly considered Reforming in front of her here and now to demonstrate that he could, if he wanted, snap her in half with one bite...

But she did have a gorgeous form, and he hadn't had a woman in a while, and the sight of her curves and smooth skin was having an effect--he could feel himself stiffening, the effect enhanced by the feel of her hands as they ran across his skin, leaving slightly tingling trails in their wake, making him even harder. He would play along, for now.

"If it makes you happy, you can think you're not my captive," he said softly. "But however a mouse gets into a trap, it doesn't alter the fact that he's trapped." He reached out one strong hand and gripped her hair at the back of her head, pulling her face closer.

"And you are trapped," he murmured as he lowered his face towards hers. "You're my plaything, and I can toy with you as I like..." he finished, just before planting a hard kiss on her lips while reaching with the other to fondle one of her fine melons.

 

[Artemidorus]

She gasped slightly as he pulled her into a rough kiss, a noise that soothed into a moan, and she opened her mouth to kiss back, her plush lips soft and parting. She pulled back slightly. "Do you live here? Care to show me around?" She asked, as her hand played on his back.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Maybe ater," he husked. "Right now I need to finish my...examination..." He pushed his lips back against hers, not so hard this time, enjoying the feel of their soft, velvety pliance. The hand on her breast began kneading, moving up to pinch and roll the hardening nipple between his thumb and finger. The other hand left the back of her head, dropping to cup the round, smooth cheek of her ass before moving around to the front and sliding down between her legs to her moist cleft.

He moved his fingers lightly across her mound, feeling the wetness growing as his rhythmic stroking continued. He moved them slightly higher to flick back and forth across the tip of her hard clit, then resumed his stroking.

He broke the kiss long enough to whisper roughly, "Do you like that? Does it feel good...?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"Yes-" she moaned, as his hands found and played in her folds. "Oh-" she had never had a man like this, a man who concentrated on her sensations. Every man she had ever been with wanted one thing- to bust his load.

When he found her clit she practically fell against him, gasping and panting quickly. It was almost too much.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Oh," he said, a little smugly as she gasped and fell against his chest, trembling. "I guess you do like that..." Her sex was wet and slippery, now, so he slipped first one, then two fingers between her pink pussy lips and deep into her tight, slick tunnel.

Oh, she was tight! She must not have had very many men, for all that she was not the least bit uncomfortable with this turn of events. Indeed, she had even teased him into it! How that squared with her evident naivete concerning how the greater world worked he didn't know, and at the moment didn't really care. She was hot to be had, and he was hot to have her.

He slid the fingers in and out rapidly and rhythmically, using his thumb to make little circles around and over her clit. Keeping his unoccupied hand firmly in the small of her back to keep her close, he lowered his head to draw one of those delectable hard, pink nipples between his lips, to lick and suck and occasionally nip with his teeth. After a few seconds he transferred to the other one, then after a while back to the first.

The increased volume and frequency of her moans, coupled with a concomitant increase in the shuddering and quaking of her body, told him that his efforts were having the desired effect. It wouldn't be long, now, he wagered...

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris had never had a man like this. His hot mouth on her nipples sent shivers down her spine and a warmth through her chest, a feeling that clashed with the white ice hot feeling of his thumb on her clit. With the added sensation of his fingers in and out and fucking her in all the right places, he was faling back. "Oh- oh- oh- yes! Yesss!"

Her head lolled back, gasping at the cieling as she came harder. Harder than she ever had.

Her cries were loud, echoing through the cave as she went limp, breathing heavily. She slumped to the ground, her pussy still slquivering from the orgasm. She breathed raggedly, but she looked up at him from her knees.

She lightly brushed his cock with her finger tips, resting the head on her lips.

"What's next, master?" she grinned.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He grinned down at her, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a job done well. For all her sheltered view of the world, she wasn't shy when it came to sexuality...

"I think you know what's next, Fucktoy. Show me how well you can suck my cock. And if you do it well enough, I might just push it into your tight, wet, little cunt as a reward..."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris knew this was something she could do well. Not only because she was excellent at giving head (unfortunately her father used his gorgous young daughter as a bribe in some political situations) but also because she wanted to.

She licked tenderly at his head, swirling her tongue around him, leaving long warm wet licks. After a few sucks she lapped across the top, testing the waters. She took the head in, sucking solftly and twirling her tongue and bobbing just a tiny bit. Faster, in and out of her mouth, but only a little past the head. Her hand stroke him, long foirm strokes and her other cupped his balls softly, rubbing ever so gently. She had her mouth and both hands gently exploring him.

Then she looked up at him, his head in her mouth and smirked a bit before taking him all the way into her throat in one push. Her throat pusled a bit, but adjust, and she sucked while pulling off. Once the member was all the way out, she circled his head once with her tongue and plunged him back in one long suck.