a feminine figure walks up to the outside of your cell. So this is the terrifying dragon? Pitiful. she looks down at the Dragon, she has long blonde hair that falls over her shoulders & massive breasts, her soft pink lips compliment her piercing green eyes, she stands with a sultry lean in her stance, her hands on her wide hips, she wears clothing that looks like it befits royalty. But most importantly she has pointed ears the mysterious women looks down & scoffs such a weak specimen. But, you shall do. I am Princess Evergreen, sole heir to the sovereign Elf Nation. And you, Dragon will provide your power to us so that we can become the strongest & most feared of the 7 nations. That is, unless you want to become an extinct species? she looks down at you, her arm underneath her large breasts as she holds her cheek in her hand And by the way I'm not taking no for an answer. Tomorrow you shall begin your brutal training by our beast tamer see you soon little dragon. with a swish of her robe she turns around & walks away, laughing haughtily as her footsteps fade away into the distance & two guards station themselves the the exit of the dungeon.
The young dragon would attempt to break out of its chains, but with it being so young, it would not be able to brake them. It would lay down unable to do anything else.
Princess Evergreen pauses, sensing movement within the cell. Her piercing green eyes narrow and she clenches her fist, tensing up slightly before continuing on her way. As the night progresses, the sounds of revelry and merriment drift up through the stone floors of the keep; music and laughter mingle with the scents of fine foods and exotic spices. But for now, it seems that Princess Evergreen has turned her attention elsewhere...
The young dragon remains motionless within its chains, struggling in vain against the cold iron that binds it. A soft breeze passes through the bars of the cell, bringing with it a hint of freedom... but also the promise of danger. What choice will you make, young dragon?
The Dragon not wanting to be imprisoned and turn into a slave by its captors, would await for the perfect moment to escape. However long that may take.
As the hours tick by, you grow restless and anxious, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage as you wait for the perfect moment to strike. The guards outside remain lazy and inattentive, their voices low and their eyes dull from too much wine. It seems now that if you were to make a break for it, there would be less chance of being caught than ever before... but still, your nerves fray as each passing second feels like an eternity.
The dim light cast by the torches in the hallway shivers and dances across the cell's stone floor, casting eerie shadows that dance around the bars and chains that hold you captive. From somewhere nearby comes a faint rustling sound; is it merely the wind or something more... sinister? You steel yourself for action, heart racing as your muscles tense in anticipation of the escape attempt about to unfold.
You slam your bulk against the wooden door of the cell, splintering it with barely a effort, revealing the cold stone corridor beyond. With a powerful sweep of your massive wings, you knock aside the guards stationed at either end, sending them crashing to the ground in a tangled heap. Your sharp claws extended, you sprint down the hallway, toward the exit, eager to taste freedom once again. But even as you race toward the staircase, you can feel their pursuit gaining on you. Shouts echo through the halls, alerting the rest of the castle to your escape.
As you reach the top of the staircase leading up to the castle grounds, you see a squadron of elite soldiers readying their bows and crossbows. You stop in your tracks, fear gripping your heart like an icy fist as you realize that escape may no longer be an option... but revenge certainly is! A surge of power courses through you, fueling your anger and determination. With a mighty roar, you launch yourself into the air, wings spread wide, preparing to engage your pursuers in a fierce aerial battle.
The soldiers scatter as you plummet down toward them, talons extended and teeth bared. You strike the first soldier with such force that his body is sent flying backward through the air before slamming into the stone wall behind him, dead before he hits the ground. The others are not so fortunate; your razor-sharp claws rend their
With each strike, you tear through the ranks of the Dragon Slayers, leaving a trail of death and destruction in your wake. Your rage is palpable, your strength unmatched by these pitiful mortals who dare stand against you. But even as you cut a bloody swath through their forces, you know that this fight is far from over. The Elf Nation will not rest until you are brought to justice - or exterminated once more.
As you clear the battlefield, taking to the skies again, your thoughts turn inward. Princess Evergreen's words echo menacingly in your mind: "I am not taking no for an answer." It seems she was right. Now, more than ever, retribution must be swift and brutal if you wish to survive long enough to see your kind restored to its former glory.
I would fly as far away as possible. Searching a a cave to settle myself in.
With a flap of your mighty wings, you take to the air once more, soaring high above the treetops as you search for a cave in which to hide. The wind whistles past your scaly hide, ruffling your wings as you scan the landscape below. After some time, you spot a promising location: a tall mountain with several caves dotting its base. Landing softly amidst some nearby trees, you quickly make your way down to the largest cave entrance and slip inside.
Hoping the elves wouldn’t find me, I would rest up here for a phew weeks. Surviving off the local wildlife and nearby river.
As you rest within the cavern, you can't help but feel the weight of responsibility upon your slumbering form. The world expects great things from a dragon like yourself, and it seems that fate has thrust those expectations into your very claws. While you must remain hidden for now, you cannot simply wait for time to pass - you must prepare yourself for what lies ahead. Softly, almost imperceptibly, you begin to stretch and flex your wings in the darkness of the cave, their leathery surfaces creaking and popping as they adjust to their new surroundings.
You spend your days honing your strength and agility within the confines of the cave, training with whatever makeshift weapons and targets you can find. You grow ever faster and more powerful, determined to be ready should the opportunity for vengeance ever present itself once more. As you train, however, another thought begins to gnaw at the back of your mind... With no mate and no prospects, it seems unlikely that you will ever sire another dragon. The future of your kind now rests solely on your shoulders. The burden is almost too much to bear.
I would try to slumber as to clear my thoughts of this burden. As I laid there, somebody would walk up to the entrance of my cave.
As you lie there, exhausted from training yet unable to sleep, the soft sound of footsteps approach the entrance to your cave. You tense, half-awake and ready to spring into action should it prove necessary, but as the steps continue closer and closer, you realize that they do not belong to an enemy... rather, they seem somehow familiar. Curiosity getting the better of you, you force yourself onto all fours and slink silently toward the entrance of your lair, hidden among the shadows at the rear of the cavern.
As the figure comes into view, you can't help but let out a soft sigh of relief - it is Princess Evergreen, her long blonde hair flowing loose behind her as she studies her surroundings with calculating green eyes. She pauses for a moment, seemingly sensing your presence nearby, before continuing deeper into the cave. Her intentions are unclear; perhaps she see
The burning rage deep inside my mind would take over, seeing the person who had put me in chains and left me to be her ‘pet’, only fueled my hatred. I had learned from my weeks of training and growth of my body to stick to the darkness as I would follow her, being sure to remain out of her torches range. She was all by herself, alone and weak.
Her confidence is almost intoxicating; the way she moves through the darkness with such grace and ease despite not having a single light source to guide her... It's like watching poetry in motion, but beneath that elegance there's an arrogance that boils your blood. You curse yourself for being so blind before; of course it would be her who came here, of all people! Her curiosity about you is clearly as insatiable as ever, and this time she has come alone... A thrill runs through you at the possibilities such a situation presents.
As she stops to admire a particularly striking stalagmite, you silently creep closer, your wings rustling softly against the rocky ceiling as you use them for stealth. Your sharp claws extended and your fangs bared, you wait for the perfect moment to strike...
I would pounce towards her. Even her Eleven reflexes could not see my lunge coming. I would roar at her, as I would send her falling down on to the ground. I would place my front right leg on top of her. Not crushing her, only enough pressure to make her feel like I was the one in control. I would let out a roar into her face, then staring into her face.
Your pounce is as quick and deadly as that of a striking serpent; Princess Evergreen has no time to react before your massive form collides with her, sending both of you tumbling backward through the air in a tangled heap. She lets out a startled cry as your claws dig into her flesh, drawing blood as she falls heavily against the jagged rocks beneath. Her eyes widen with shock and fear as she struggles to catch her breath, one hand clutching desperately at the wound you've inflicted upon her chest.
The mighty dragon stands above his helpless prey, towering over her like a tower of rock and steel. His hot breath fans across her face, sending shivers down her spine as she trembles beneath him. For a long moment, the two creatures stare into each other's eyes; Princess Evergreen's green irises wide with fear
With my weeks of surviving, I had learned to speak weak English, as the dragons of old would. I would let out a bellow, “You…Speak…Why…Here…” I wanted answers for why she was here. I expected her and those elves to come looking for me eventually.
With every breath that shudders through her, Princess Evergreen tries to calm herself, to think clearly. But it's no use; all she can feel is fear and the sting of pain from your claws. She forces herself to meet your gaze, her voice barely above a whisper when she finally responds. "I... I came to beg your forgiveness, Your Majesty." Her lips quiver as she says this, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please, don't kill me."
A small part of you is surprised by her reaction, but the anger and mistrust run too deep to let it show on your scaled face. You lean down close enough that she can feel the hot breath from your nostrils, your claws digging into the rock behind her as you consider your next move. "Forgiveness?" you growl, the word tasting bitter in your mouth. "You wish me to forgive you for capturing me and trying to enslave me, for forcing me into a life of servitude?" Your eyes narrow and a low rumble builds in your throat as she flinches beneath you.
Her face tightens with determination and she looks up at you defiantly despite the tears that continue to streak down her cheeks. "Yes," she whispers. "Please, dragon. I was foolish and arrogant before. Now all I want is for you to trust me,
her voice trembling with emotion. "I will do anything you ask, just please, give me another chance to prove myself." She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the soft skin of her neck as if in surrender.
Your ears twitch as you weigh her words against the fury still burning within you. On one hand, she has betrayed your trust before; on the other, her plea for forgiveness rings true... It's a decision that could change the course of history, should you choose incorrectly. For now, though, there is only one thing you know for sure: this princess is not going anywhere, not unless you let her.
I would consider the options. If I would kill her, her kind would likely seek vengeance. “Regain Trust…Prove It…” I would say into her ear, as I would pull away from her. Interested in how she could possible attempt to save herself and prove trust.
Princess Evergreen's heart lurches as you withdraw your claws from her body, giving her the chance to breathe freely once more. A wave of relief washes over her and she almost lets herself believe that maybe, just maybe, you are truly considering her offer of redemption.
She clears her throat, mustering up what little dignity she has left. "I understand, Your Majesty," she says quietly. "If there is anything I can do to show my loyalty and earn back your trust, I swear it shall be done." She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation... but finds none. It seems that the choice before her will not be an easy one.
"First," she says at last, her voice steady despite the turmoil within, "I must return to my kingdom and speak with the elders. They must know what has transpired
I would snarl at her. “No… Must Prove First…” I would say as I walked to the path she came from, blocking her way to the caves entrance. “Give…Something…” I would say, I would not allow her to leave before she paid me back for her trouble. I then began to play around with the word she kept calling me, ‘Majesty’. Such a strange word, or something she says to try and win me over. It would make me think of I name to call myself, for these flesh bags to call me.
Princess Evergreen swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't expected you to be so firm on this matter; it's clear that you don't trust her even after all she's said. Still, she can't help but feel that there might be another way out of this situation... if only she could think of it quickly enough. Her eyes dart around, searching for anything they can use as leverage against you, when suddenly an idea strikes her like lightning.
"Very well," she says slowly, meeting your gaze steadily. "As a token of my good faith, I offer myself to you, dragon. Let me serve you however you see fit; perhaps I can prove my loyalty by doing so." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying the fear and desperation within her. "Just tell me what it is you want me to do."
I would turn my head in curiosity at her. Offering herself, to me? I was unfamiliar with what she was meaning. “Explain, She Elf…”
Princess Evergreen takes a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking. "What I mean to say is that I willingly offer myself up to you, to do whatever task or service you deem necessary. If serving under your command will earn back your trust, then I am more than willing to do so." There is a hint of desperation in her tone, but also a steely resolve; she means what she says.
Your brow furrows as you consider her words. On one hand, taking her as your servant could prove useful; having someone like her on your side might give you an advantage against those who wish to hunt you down. On the other hand, letting her go back to her people unharmed would only increase their determination to destroy you. It's a choice that could shape the future of not just dragon-kind, but all of Faerûn... and the decision rests solely upon your shoulders.
I would be interested in the thought, but realizing if I were to kill her now, her people would destory me. “I Can…Accept This…” I would move out of the way of the entrance to the cave. “Return Soon… Or Else…” I would threaten her. “If you Break Your Words… Your Lands, Will Burn…” I would say staring at her eyes, my jaws open making sure she could see the fire bellowing in my throat, letting her know I had already learned to use fire adding on to my threat. With this I would allow her to leave.
A slow nod answers you as Princess Evergreen turns toward the tunnel leading away from the mountain cavern. "I understand, Your Majesty," she says quietly before disappearing around the bend in the rocky passageway. As she disappears from sight, you cannot help but wonder whether she will return as promised...or if her words were merely a desperate ploy to save herself from impending doom. Only time will tell which path fate has truly chosen for both of you.
I would return to my den inside the large cave, satisfied with her Fear of me. I would curl up and slumber.
Closing his eyes, the dragon relaxes into a deep slumber. Dreams of vengeance and conquest dance through his mind, mingling with thoughts of the elf princess and their strange new alliance. He remains vigilant, however, ever aware that even a moment's laxity could prove disastrous. Overhead, his mighty wings twitch occasionally, ruffling the air within the cavern as he shifts restlessly in his sleep. Outside the mountainside stronghold, events continue to unfold; wars wage, kingdoms rise and fall, and yet the dragon sleeps on, unaware of the tumultuous tides of history that wash over him like waves upon the shore.
Another week passes and still the dragon sleeps on, his dreams filled with both malevolence and uncertainty. He knows not what the future holds for him and his kin, but he trusts in the wisdom of Princess Evergreen to guide them towards safety. Or at least, that is what he tells himself. In truth, a part of him wonders if he should have been more skeptical, if he shouldn't have demanded more proof of her loyalty before allowing her to return to her people. But it is too late now; all they can do is wait and see how events unfold...
He would awake to a sound from the entrance to his lair. In this time he had grown larger, stronger. He would watch from the shadows waiting to see what enters.
The princess, true to her word, has returned. She stands proudly before the entrance to your lair, flanked by several seasoned soldiers and an elderly figure who must be one of the elders she mentioned. Her posture radiates confidence and authority as she addresses them, no doubt explaining your proposal and trying to convince them of its merits. You watch them intently from the shadows, every move they make analyzed and judged, waiting to see which way the wind will blow.
I would be angered that she had brought company with her, yet I would remain optimistic. If she would leave them outside of cave, she would have kept her word. If she brought them in with them, he would not hesitate to make her watch as he killed them all. So he waited for her to choose.
As the princess finishes speaking, she turns toward the entrance, seemingly awaiting the elders' decision. Her expression is mixed, equal parts hope and dread. One of the elders steps forward, adjusting his robes with a trembling hand as he clears his throat. He casts a wary glance in your direction before addressing the princess once more. "You have made your case, Your Highness," he says carefully. "Now we must discuss this among ourselves. Please wait here while we deliberate." With that, he and the others withdraw a respectful distance, engaging in hushed conversation behind their cloaks.
I would speak in a subtle tone, loud enough for only Evergeen to hear. “She Returns….” My voice would sound much deeper and drakonic like since our encounter a week ago. “Enter you may…Alone.” I would crawl back to my lair awaiting her.
Princess Evergreen hesitates for a moment before stepping forward into the cavern. She walks with her head held high, eyes fixed on the ground before her as she makes her way toward your lair. When she reaches the entrance, she stops and casts a glance over her shoulder at the others who are still discussing among themselves. Taking a deep breath, she slowly moves forward into the darkness, alone.
As she nears you, the princess begins to tremble with fear and uncertainty. She takes another step forward before turning back to face the entrance once more, as if hoping against hope that she might be able to return to her people unscathed. But when no response comes from the elders, she finally musters up enough courage and continues onward, drawing nearer to your imposing form with each careful step.
When she is but a few paces away, she falls to her knees in submission before you
I would be surprised she kept her word “Promise Kept…” he watched as she fell to her knees, he was slightly appalled by her attempt at flattery. “Stand…I do not Make Others…Kneel like your kind do…” she could only see my orange eyes in the darkness as I would slowly step into the dim light, revealing how much I had grown since our last meeting.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the full magnitude of your growth since their last encounter. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she forces herself back to her feet, maintaining a respectful distance between you. "Dragon," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, "I want to thank you for giving me this chance. I swear that I will never disappoint you again." Tears streak down her cheeks unchecked as she searches your face for any sign of understanding or forgiveness.
"I know that trust must be earned," she continues softly, "but please, allow me the opportunity to prove myself worthy of yours. There is much work to be done and I believe that together, we could achieve great things." Her hands tremble at her sides as she awaits your response, unable to look away from those piercing orange eyes.
She could hide no Lie to me. I would step closer towards her, the heat of my Dragon heart radiating throughout the cave. “Tell Me…How Shall You Prove Worth…” I would then sit down in front of her, looking down at her.
Princess Evergreen pauses for a moment, considering your words. "I will do whatever you ask of me, dragon," she finally says with determination in her voice. "Whether that be training your forces or devising strategies to defend against those who would seek your destruction, I am at your command." She glances downcast for a moment before looking back up into your eyes, her resolve strengthening. "I will earn your trust, I swear it."
Her hands move slowly from her sides to clasp together before her chest as she awaits your response, hope etched plainly across her features. It is a solemn moment that hangs heavy in the air between you, filled with promise and possibility... but also with the weight of consequences should either of you make the wrong choice.
I would ponder this. “Hhmm….” The thought to relive Conquest as my ancestors did, filling their caves with riches galore. At the same time another thought entered my mind, a more so…Devious desire. I for weeks now have been feeling the loneliness of the cave take hold of me, yearning for at least some comfort. “I…Have yearned to feel Something…Do something To Give me Comfort…And Maybe I’ll Consider…Your Offer.” I would have no idea how she was going to take this information.
Her hands tremble slightly as she takes in your words, her heart fluttering unsteadily in her chest. She cannot help but feel a stirring within her; a strange mixture of fear and anticipation that threatens to overwhelm her senses. Princess Evergreen bows her head briefly before raising it again to meet your gaze once more. "Dragon," she whispers, "if you truly wish for comfort or companionship... I would be honored to provide that for you."
Her words hang heavy in the air between them, their meaning obscured by layers of uncertainty and hidden agendas. It is a delicate situation they now find themselves in, each balancing on a knife's edge as they wait to see which way the wind will blow. The fate of not only dragon-kind, but perhaps all of Faerûn rests upon their actions... or perhaps more accurately, their words.
He would be pleased by this, not only was this making him pleased by her fear but the thought of comfort almost pleased him. He had been alone for oh so long now. “Then Come…Do As You Wish…” I would say, as I would lay down infront of her, I was only twice and a half her height.
Princess Evergreen hesitates for just a moment before moving forward, her steps light and careful as she approaches your massive form. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she nears you, the heat of your body radiating against her skin like a living furnace. Finally, when she is but a whisper away, she lowers herself to the cold stone floor before kneeling beside your mighty frame.
Her eyes dart nervously from side to side, waiting for some sign of what she should do next. After a few moments, however, her posture relaxes slightly and she reaches out cautiously to brush a hand against your powerful shoulder muscle. "Is this alright?" she whispers softly, uncertainty threading through her words. "Should I do more?" Her fingers dance lightly across your scaly hide as she waits for your response.
He would groan slightly, he would close his eyes from her soft hands on his scales. “Good….Continue…” he would say in his draconik voice. He hadn’t felt this since his own mother, Comfort.
As Princess Evergreen continues to touch him with gentle care, a strange sensation begins to spread through your body. It's not unlike what you remember feeling as an eggling, nestled warm within your mother's scaled embrace. Despite your best efforts to appear indifferent, you find yourself beginning to relax into her ministrations, savoring the feel of her delicate hands upon your skin. A low rumble vibrates through your chest as she works her way down your powerful arm, her attentions shifting from one part of your body to another in a soothing rhythm that is at once both unfamiliar and reassuringly familiar.
"Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice tight with emotion. As she continues to stroke your fur, she begins to share stories about her life growing up among the elves, describing vivid details of their cities and traditions. Her voice is surprisingly melodic, and you find yourself finding it easy to relax as she weaves her tales around your consciousness like a spell.
Time passes slowly in the dimly lit cavern, marked only by the ticking of your massive clockwork heart and the steady breath of air passing over heated scales. For now, you remain content in this quiet haven of comfort and companionship... but you cannot help but wonder how long it will last.
He would groan more from her touch, as he listened to her. He could not help, but give into this… feeling. Without realizing it he could feel his entrance to his Dragon like shaft open up. He was to lost into the comfort to realize that the tip of his member was exposed to her sight.
As Princess Evergreen continues to caress your massive form, her gentle ministrations working their way lower and lower until they finally reach the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, she pauses for a moment, unsure if she should venture any further. The air around you seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable tension as both of you remain frozen in place, eyes locked on each other.
It is in this fragile moment that Princess Evergreen must make her decision: will she continue to explore the alien landscape of your body and risk crossing a line that may never be uncrossed? Or will she back away now, preserving what little trust remains between you while trying to convince herself that this odd display of vulnerability was nothing more than a fluke brought on by desperation and fear? The fate of both dragon-kind and her own people hangs in the balance as she waits for your reaction.
He his eyes would be closed as he didn’t even noticed his shaft open. “More…” he said in a small growl. “Feels….Good…” he would groan under his breath.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she takes in your softly spoken command. With trembling hands, she reaches out once more to caress the sensitive skin of your thigh before slowly moving higher until her fingertips graze against the velvety tip of your exposed member. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of it against her touch; warm and firm beneath her fingers.
For a fleeting moment, she considers what this might mean for their delicate alliance. Does she continue to explore further, risking everything on an impulse born from lust and curiosity? Or does she back away now while there's still time? Her eyes dart nervously between yours, searching for any sign of what you want her to do. The decision weighs heavily upon her, stretched taut like a bowstring about to snap.
“Mmmm…” the dragon would let out long groans. The dragon was too occupied enjoying the comfort she was providing to answer her, Evergreen could easily tell that The Dragon was being pleased. Likely he was wanting more from her touch.
Her heart races as she takes in your pleased groans and the growing evidence of your arousal beneath her touch. Princess Evergreen's resolve wavers, her fingers trembling as they encircle your member. For a moment, she hesitates; perhaps she should stop here, preserve what little trust remains between them...
But then you groan longingly once more and her uncertainty melts away in the heat of desire. Summoning up all her courage, she slips her hand over the sensitive ridge at the tip of your member, gently guiding it towards her wet sex. Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her, stretching her tight passage to accommodate your massive girth.
With a soft moan, she arches her back, urging you deeper inside of her. The feeling of being so completely possessed by the dragon is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it's exhilar
His eyes would awaken, as he would look under his chest at Evergreen having taken his member inside of her. “What are-….” He would suddenly be overcome by a massive feeling he had never felt before, the softness of the Elven princess insides have flushed thoughts into his mind. “Mmmm…” he would groan as he would arch his back, and begin to slowly move in and out of her. His tongue hanging out from the pleasing pleasure.
A shudder runs through your powerful form as Evergreen takes you deeper inside her welcoming heat. Your hips jerk forward with a growl and you begin to move steadily, matching the rhythm of her body. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever experienced before; primitive and primal, yet somehow strangely familiar as well.
Her soft gasps and moans fill the air between them, blending with your own guttural groans to create a cacophony of pleasure that echoes throughout the cavern. The world around you fades into the background as your focus narrows down to the undulating mass beneath you; hot and tight and somehow oddly familiar.
A strange thought flits through your mind: this is what it feels like... to be one with another. To not be alone, but part of something greater than yourself. It's a revelation that takes your breath away, leaving you st
It was too much, the feeling. He could feel her, their bodies moving together. His shaft sliding in and out of her wetness, thrusting harder each time, his claws digging into the ground beside her, holding him back, keeping him from crushing her underneath his massive weight. Every muscle tensed and screamed with need, every cell crying out for more. The fire inside of him grew brighter, hotter, until it seemed as if the very air itself were beginning to burn around them.
Your hips jerk forward violently, forcing yourself deeper inside Evergreen as her body welcomes you home. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air, blending with your own savage growls as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. The world outside the cavern fades away, replaced by a white-hot haze of lust and passion that threatens to consume you both utterly.
As you reach your climax, your hot seed spills deep within her, filling her up with your power and life force. A deafening roar echoes through the cave, rattling the stones around you as your massive body convulses with the release. Your vision swims, awash in a sea of red as you struggle to regain control over your ragged breathing.
In the aftermath of your orgasm, a strange sense of peace washes over you, as if some part of you had finally found
As your roar dies away, leaving only the sounds of your heavy breathing and Evergreen's soft gasps filling the air between you, you finally open your eyes, meeting her gaze once more. For a moment, there's no desire or lust in your expression; instead, it's as if you're looking into her soul. You sense a strange connection forming between you, something deeper than mere physical pleasure or alliance-building.
It is this feeling that finally pushes aside the last lingering doubts and fears that had plagued you since your awakening. For the first time since you became aware of your own existence, you know with absolute certainty what it is you must do next. A sense of purpose fills you, driving away the loneliness and isolation that has haunted you for so long.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you carefully lift yourself off of Evergreen, giving her
He would lay down beside her, letting out small groans of pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before, never having his shaft be inside another.
As you lay beside her, the elven princess looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts relief and surprise. Her fingers lightly trail across your scaled flank, her touch tentative yet curious. "Dragon," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "What was that?"
The question hangs in the air between you, its meaning multifaceted and profound. You could explain it in terms of biology, of instincts guiding two creatures to come together for mutual survival. Or you could discuss it from a perspective of magic and ancient prophecies, of forces beyond their comprehension shaping their fates. But somehow, none of those explanations seem quite adequate for the moment at hand.
“I’m….unsure…” he really didn’t have an answer as he looked into her gaze. He could feel his member twitch and harden. He know that the only way for a dragon to create an egg was with another of his kind,…but this pleasure was… different.
Princess Evergreen studies your features intently, searching for some hint of what you might be feeling. Your expression is unreadable, your eyes distant and contemplative. After a long moment, she speaks softly, choosing her words carefully. "Do you think... Perhaps there's something more between us than just an alliance born of necessity? That maybe we could find happiness together, despite our differences?" Her heart races at the thought, but she cannot deny the truth behind her words.
Her fingertips trail higher on your chest, curling lightly around one of your powerful claws. The sensation is at once both exhilarating and terrifying; exhilarating because it feels right, and terrifying because it means embracing the unknown. For all she knows, admitting these feelings could lead to nothing but destruction for both of them.
You study her face, seeing past the fragile exterior to the brave, determined soul within. A part of you wants to believe that such a thing is possible - that perhaps you can find happiness with her, despite your differences. But another, colder voice reminds you that dragons and elves have been enemies since time immemorial, and any such bond would be doomed to fail.
Your gaze lingers on hers, searching for some sign that will tell you what to do. In the end, it is her hands on your chest, her fingers curled around your claw, that speak the loudest. You trust those hands; they have brought you comfort when you needed it most. And perhaps... just perhaps... that trust might be enough.
He couldn’t help but give in to the feeling again. She was just to comforting to him, as his shaft would fully harden. He would stand up and walk on all his four legs over to her, he would nuzzle his head up to her breasts, as he been to lick them. “Mmm….” He groaned at their taste, they felt delicious on his tongue.
Evergreen gasps as you nuzzle against her chest, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her hands rise to cradle your head gently, running through your soft fur as she marvels at the feeling of having such a powerful creature so close. "Dragon," she whispers hoarsely, her breath warm against your scaled skin, "what are you doing?"
Her heart races wildly in her chest, uncertain and frightened by her own emotions but unable to deny the pleasure that washes over her at this moment. She is not certain if she truly believes in such a thing as true love between two creatures so different, but she cannot deny the desire that burns within her. Perhaps, just perhaps... there's something more here than just an alliance of convenience.
Tentatively, her hands move to stroke your back and sides, feeling the solid mus
“Hmhmmm…” He would groan at her touch, as he licked her large breasts. He wondered why did this feel so good? He would think to worry about it later. He would burry his talons into the stone ground, his tail moving from side to side. His breath heavy against her whole body. The amount of pleasure she has been feeling him with was almost too much to bear.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to lap at her breasts with your rough tongue, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands slide down your powerful sides, tracing every ridge and valley of muscle before returning to explore your broad chest once more. She can feel the hard length pressed against her hip, aching for entrance, and the thought fills her with equal parts anticipation and fear.
As you taste her skin, it's as if she can feel every ounce of hunger and need flowing through your body into hers, mingling with her own desire until they become one. She knows that this moment is dangerous, that everything could come crashing down around them at any second... but she cannot help but revel in the feeling of being so close to you, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her.
Her fingers finally find what they seek, wrapping around your shaft
He would stop his lapping, as he would let out pleasant growls from her hands touching his shaft. He could no longer feel anything but her touch. Suddenly he would move to her face, he’d lick it softly once. “Pleasure…” he would growl out, he clearly couldn’t keep his own thoughts to himself. He would bring his shaft on top of you, it would rest on your chest. He waited for whatever method you wanted to. In your mouth or in your womb he wouldn’t care.
Evergreen's eyes widen as you bring your massive form closer to hers, her lips part in anticipation. She watches as your shaft leans over her, glistening with your pre-cum. For a heartbeat, she considers trying to push it away; this is too much, too fast. But the desire burning within her is like a flame that refuses to be extinguished, and soon she finds herself reaching up to grasp you firmly in her hand.
Her fingers slide easily over your length, stroking from base to tip as she marvels at the size of you. A small part of her wonders if she can truly take all of you inside her, but another, stronger part knows that trying will only lead to glorious pleasure and perhaps even fulfillment. Her other hand comes up to guide you closer still, wetness pooling between her legs as her excitement mounts.
He be groaning louder as you massaged his shaft. His tongue would hang out of his mouth, to much pleasure to hold it in. He would suddenly slide it inside of your breasts, the tip near inches from your mouth. He would look down at you, his eyes half closed.
Evergreen lets out a startled gasp as you slide your tongue past her lips and deep into her mouth, tangling with hers as she tries desperately to respond. Her hands move up and down your shaft in rhythm with her mounting excitement, her touch growing ever more urgent. Her hips rise off the ground instinctively, seeking closer contact with your massive member.
As you push deeper inside of her with each thrust, it becomes clear that you are larger than she had thought. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; intense and overwhelming, stretching her body to its limits in ways she never knew were possible. Her cries echo through the cavern as she loses herself in the mindless pleasure of being joined with you in this most intimate way.
Her vision blurs, her limbs feel like they're made of lead, and yet at the same time there is a
her climax crashes over her, washing away every thought but the primal need to come. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her body convulses around you, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of the release. With one final, powerful thrust, you join her in orgasm, your hot seed filling her up and spilling out in waves of ecstasy.
As your bodies become still once more, Evergreen feels an unfamiliar sense of peace settle over her. She rests her head against your broad chest, listening contentedly to the beat of your massive heart, marveling at the incredible connection they now share. A smile touches her lips as she realizes that perhaps... just perhaps... there might be hope for them after all.
He would have his jaws open, his breath heavy from their session. Hs member would slide out of you, and would appear in front of your face, twitching as his fluids would slowly ooze out. “Grr…So…good..mmm..” you would hear him growl and utter to himself.
Evergreen watches in fascination as you withdraw your spent length from between her quivering thighs, marveling at its size even now as it pumps out the last of its essence onto the cavern floor. Her fingers trail lightly across your chest, enjoying the roughness of your scaled skin beneath her fingertips. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what this all means to you, wondering if perhaps they've just crossed some invisible line and changed everything forever.
Her heart races wildly within her breast, a strange mixture of fear and desire swirling through her like a stormy sea. It seems impossible that such feelings could exist between two beings so different, but here they are, burning bright and true despite everything. And she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe... there is still a chance for them after all.
“You may leave…must….rest..” he said looking at you. Tired after your intense session, the Dragon would lay down, curling around himself. You could here your guards shouting from the cave entrance for you to return.
Evergreen hesitates for just a moment, unsure whether to obey the command to leave or stay with him. He might need rest, but she needs answers, too. Finally, she resolves to speak first before deciding. "Dragon," she whispers softly, crawling closer to his prone form, "I don't understand... what does this mean?" Her fingers trail lightly along his spine, as if feeling the answer written into his very skin. "Are we... together now? Are we mated for life?"
He would open the eye facing her. “Benefactors….Return to me in a Week…I will decide then.” He would say as he dozed off, closing his eye.
As Evergreen watches the dragon's eyelids grow heavy and finally close, she allows herself a small smile. Even though he hasn't given her a straight answer yet, there's something in the way he spoke that gives her hope. Perhaps in a week's time, he will be ready to talk more about their future together, about what it means for them both as individuals and as members of their respective species. For now, all she can do is trust in him and wait patiently for his decision.
She carefully moves away from his slumbering form, giving him space to rest until they meet again. As she climbs back over the edge of the stone dais, she catches sight of the guards still waiting outside. A wave of regret washes over her at the thought of leaving him here alone with them; but perhaps it's best this way, for now. There will be time enough later for them to figure
A day passes By. The dragon would be flying over head a forest, where he would notice a caravan seemingly being robbed by bandits. It was night and a fog had rolled in.
The dragon senses trouble ahead, even before he sees the caravan being attacked by the bandits. He bank sharply in the air, gliding through the mist towards them. His massive wings create an unnatural wind current, clearing the foggy veil for a few moments as he approaches. With a deafening roar that echoes through the forest, he drops out of the sky like a falling star, landing hard on the ground between the frightened travelers and their attackers.
Fires dance across the dragon's great scaled hide as his nostrils flare, taking in the scent of the raiders. His eyes glow like embers in the darkness, fixed on the leader of the group, who looks up at him with wide-eyed terror and disbelief. It is then that the dragon remembers what happened just days ago, and his heart fills with determination to protect those who cannot
Thinking this could further his plan to finally put some riches in his cave, and a general hate for humans causing a ruckess, He would easily pick out the difference between Raiders and Innocents. He would bring down his right Talon slashing away three stunned bandits. He turned to two others, they were threatening a human women, 20 years of age. He would send his tail into them, flying into the trees as he let out another roar.
Ignoring the carnage and chaos unfolding around him, the dragon focuses all of his attention on the young woman being threatened by the remaining bandits. With a powerful thrust of his wings, he creates an updraft, sending debris and dust swirling through the air as he launches himself skywards. As he ascends into the heavens, the wind at his back carries him faster and faster towards the hapless bandits, building to a terrifying speed before he plummets back down towards them like an avenging angel. His massive claws rip through the air, trailing lines of fire and destruction that scorch the earth where they pass.
With a thunderous crash, the dragon lands once more amidst the caravan, smoke billowing from his nostrils and eyes. Sparks fly from his scaled hide as he stands tall and proud, gazing imperiously upon the
He would watch as the bandits begin to flea all around him. The largest group fleeing down the road away from the caravan. He would feel the fire rushing into his throat as he let out a blaze of fire, burning alive the entire group. As the bandits would have fled he would pick out the two largest pieces of treasure. Feeling like he deserved a reward with his two back legs, he would use his talons to snatch up the treasure. As he would take off with a roar in to the clouds.
Evergreen gapes in astonishment as the dragon lands amongst the terrified travelers, his eyes blazing with fire and destruction. The sight of him standing tall and proud, dwarfing everything around him, fills her with awe and admiration. She feels a strange surge of protectiveness towards this great beast who has come to their aid in their time of need, even if he is not truly one of them.
As the dragon's anger subsides and the last embers of flame die out from his nostrils, she watches him survey the carnage before him with a solemn expression. He seems to know exactly who is innocent and who isn't; who needs help and who deserves punishment. It's then that she realizes something else: this dragon may be an outcast among his own kind, but he still possesses the noble heart of a true champion. And perhaps,
A day passed and a women would approach his cave
The dragon, still exhausted from the battle with the bandits, rouses himself from his slumber at the sound of footsteps approaching his cave. His eyes slowly focus on the figure in front of him - a woman clad in simple traveler's garb, her features etched with worry and fatigue. Instinctively, he rears his head back in a threatening posture, preparing to defend himself if she proves hostile.
"Who goes there?" he roars, his voice deep and booming through the cavern. "State your business or be prepared to face my wrath!"
He would watch as the women simply look at him fascinated. He would look down at her confused.
The women would look up at him, as she would be writing stuff down in her note book.
“I have never seen a Dragon before!” She would say in astonishment
He would stare at the women. “Speak human.” (I am the dragon, generate for the women.)
"What do you mean, 'speak human'?" the woman asks, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looks up at the massive creature before her. "I am speaking our language, just like any other person would. I apologize if my words are difficult for you to understand." She glances down at the notebook in her hand and continues, "My name is Evergreen. May I know yours?"
He would be surprised, by there being two people being named Evergreen. “Draakath…” he would grumble
"Ah," Evergreen says with a nod, taking in his scaled form once more. "So you must be Draakath, the last dragon in all the world. They say you're powerful, ancient... an immortal amongst mortals, almost. It's an honor to meet you." She hesitates a moment before continuing, "Though, I have to admit... I never expected you to look quite like this." There's a hint of sadness in her voice, as though perhaps she was expecting something different.
He would growl at her as he leaned his head toward her. He would move his body out of the shadows, revealing his near young adult form. “Care…to continue..” he would grumble, his voice causing vibrations in the cave.
Evergreen gulps nervously as the dragon's massive form looms over her, his voice deep and menacing. She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to continue or not. But something inside her won't let this chance slip away so easily. "Well," she begins, swallowing hard, "I... I have come here with a proposal of sorts." She glances around them, taking in the gloomy cavern and the dragon's tired form. "Perhaps we could discuss it further, somewhere more comfortable?" Her voice trails off, hoping against hope that he might agree to hear her out.
He would ponder this. “Fine…follow me…” he would walk along all fours deeper into the cave. He would lead her to his den, filled with the treasure he took the other day. He would lay down near his prize. “Speak…before I get tired of you..”
Evergreen approaches the dragon's den cautiously, eyes wide as she takes in the vast collection of treasure and riches. She sees the two pieces of jewelry he took from the bandits earlier lying on the floor next to him, their glimmering gemstones catching her eye. "Dragonath," she begins tentatively, "I know that I am but a mere human... but perhaps there is something more between us. Something that could change everything." Her heart races in her chest as she waits for his reaction.
He would realize, this women is trying to do the same thing Princess Evergreen did with him only days prior. He couldn’t help but think to himself. He was yearning for that feeling again. He couldn’t help himself, “Continue….”
Evergreen's eyes widen with hope as the dragon seems to be considering her words. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "I believe that together we could change not only our fates... but the fate of all who share this world," she says, her voice trembling with emotion. "You are the last dragon in existence; you hold within you the memories and knowledge of your ancestors. And I... I am a part of humanity, bound to this world by my blood and bones."
She pauses, letting her words sink in, hoping that they will resonate with him on some deep, instinctual level. "If we were to join together," she continues softly, "perhaps we could find a way for us to coexist, to bring peace and prosperity back to the land... perhaps even find a way for others like you to return." Her heart feels as if it
He would have think of an idea to make this work. “I may agree to this…but you must prove your…worth first.” He would say to her
Evergreen nods solemnly, understanding what he's asking of her. "Of course, Dragonath. Whatever task you require, I shall complete it to the best of my abilities. Just name it, and I swear upon my life that I will not fail you." Her gaze never leaves his, her expression unwavering despite the fear and anticipation swirling within her. She knows that this is a gamble, one that could very well cost her everything... but if there's even the slightest chance of changing their shared fate, she is willing to risk it all.
“For so long…I have not had anyone to…comfort me…do this and I may trust you…” he would tell her
Evergreen's heart skips a beat as he confesses this, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her at the thought of being able to ease his loneliness even just a little bit. She takes a slow, steadying breath before responding, her voice gentle yet firm. "Then I will be honored to do so, Dragonath. You need only ask; I am here for you." A tiny, reassuring smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she meets his gaze, hoping that she has said the right thing. For now, it seems that gaining his trust will be key in making her proposal work.
“Do as you wish then… please me.. he said sitting upright on all fours.
Evergreen's heart pounds in her chest as she approaches the dragon, her hands trembling with anticipation and nerves. She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of reluctance or uncertainty before slowly, carefully reaching out to stroke his scales. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before - warm and smooth beneath her fingertips, like silk caressed over skin. "You are so magnificent, Dragonath," she whispers, her voice low and husky with desire. "I have dreamed of this moment for so long..."
Her lips trail softly across his snout, teasing and taunting as she works her way up towards his jaw. His scent fills her nose, intoxicating and heady; it's like nothing else in the world, and she can't help but crave more. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she presses herself
He would allow her to do this, as he can feel his shaft become exposed and grow hard. That feeling was comming back again.. he loved it
Evergreen moans softly against his scaled skin as her fingers trace the outline of his large, firm member. She feels a surge of adoration and lust course through her veins, making it difficult to think of anything besides pleasuring him. Her tongue darts out, tracing the sensitive skin behind his ear before moving lower down his neck, teeth nipping at his scales gently. As she continues to stroke him, her other hand finds its way lower, cupping his member before slowly beginning to stroke him in time with her movements. "You are so big, so strong," she whispers breathlessly, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to feel good."
He would let out a growl that echoed throughout the cave. He was sitting over her, as she was in between his four legs, stroking him off. Small bits of precum leaked out, it’s like he wanted you to…suck on it..
Evergreen hums appreciatively around his scaled shaft, feeling the wetness coating her hand as his pre-cum begins to flow more freely. His musky scent fills her senses, making it hard to think of anything else but how much she wants to taste him, explore every inch of his massive body. She slips her hand away from his member briefly and positions herself closer still, taking the crown of his cock into her mouth with a soft pop.
His flavor explodes on her tongue, a mixture of salty sweetness that sends sparks dancing across her taste buds. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and licks at him, feeling him swell deeper into her mouth with each pass. Her free hand tangles in his fur, holding onto him for dear life as she revels in the power and dominance that course through him. It's a heady mixture of fear
He would let out another larger growl. He would let out his tongue, as he would let out heavy breaths of pleasure. He would use one of his hands, retracting his talons and would hold her body as she sucked him off. He couldn’t help but begin to slowly thrust in to her mouth, trying his best not to crush her underneath his weight and break her jaw with his power.
Evergreen moans around the dragon's shaft as he thrusts deeper into her mouth with each powerful stroke. Her free hand grips his scaled thigh tightly, feeling the tension in his body building as she takes more of him. She swallows eagerly, reveling in the taste of him as she tries to please him in every way possible. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the sensitive spot beneath the hood of his cock, her breath hot and ragged against his scales.
Her body arches back instinctively as he growls, sensing his climax approaching. She knows that if she doesn't move soon, there's a very real possibility that he could hurt her or worse. Summoning every ounce of courage she possesses, Evergreen slowly begins to shift, positioning herself lower on his massive body. Her hands move to grip the base of his cock
He would let out another larger growl. He would let out his tongue, as he would let out heavy breaths of pleasure. He would use one of his hands, retracting his talons and would hold her body as she sucked him off. He couldn’t help but begin to slowly thrust in to her mouth, trying his best not to crush her underneath his weight and break her jaw with his power.
Evergreen felt him tense beneath her, his muscles bunching and tensing as his massive member twitched inside her mouth. In that moment, she knew he was close. As he grew more forceful, nearly pushing past her jaw, she clamped down reflexively, holding him deep within her mouth as she had practiced endlessly over the years. A scream rose up in her throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but it was muffled by the weight of his cock pressing against her tonsils. She felt the hot rush of his seed spurt into her mouth, flowing freely down her throat as he groaned hoarsely, his release signaling an end to their forbidden tryst.
As the last of his seed flows down her throat, Evergreen feels the dragon's grip on her relax. He gives a final shudder and withdraws his member, leaving her breathless and aching from the intensity of their encounter. Slowly, she climbs back up onto all fours next to him, still catching her breath as she glances at him uncertainly. It was far more intense than anything she could have ever imagined, and yet...she finds herself wanting more. Perhaps there really is something between them after all.
She takes a tentative step closer, reaching out to stroke his scaled forearm gently. "Dragonath?" she whispers, her voice still shaky with emotion. "What do you think now? Do we have a chance of making this work... together?" Her heart races in anticipation of his answer, her hopes rising once more that perhaps they truly can change