Undercoverseeke
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Full moon... the townsfolk knew full well what this meant. Every full moon, the dragon of the Black Mountain would descend upon their town, ready to kill and maim. No knight would come to save them -- the town was too poor to offer any sort of reward -- and no one in town had gotten up the courage to slay the creature.
They had, however, found a way to appease the dragon. Every full moon, they would offer up a virgin sacrifice. Male or female -- it didn't matter. The dragon wasn't picky. The chosen one would be bound to an ornate altar, and the dragon would swoop down and carry its prey away...
Only to return said prey several days later, ravished and draped in gold and silks, and forever left with an exotic taste for the erotic. Which, in some minds, was a fate worse than being eaten, but to most was far preferable to messy death.
It was another full moon, and the great red dragon was bellowing upon the mountain. The town elders were already escorting their latest sacrifice forward...
They had, however, found a way to appease the dragon. Every full moon, they would offer up a virgin sacrifice. Male or female -- it didn't matter. The dragon wasn't picky. The chosen one would be bound to an ornate altar, and the dragon would swoop down and carry its prey away...
Only to return said prey several days later, ravished and draped in gold and silks, and forever left with an exotic taste for the erotic. Which, in some minds, was a fate worse than being eaten, but to most was far preferable to messy death.
It was another full moon, and the great red dragon was bellowing upon the mountain. The town elders were already escorting their latest sacrifice forward...