In The Dragon's Lair

by Will A. Sanborn

6/21 - 6/23/94

I can't believe this is happening, standing here in the cave lit by torchlight, as the shadowy figure of the beast creeps out of the darkness towards me. It has blocked the passageway leading back to the surface, so all hope for escape has vanished. My companions, having seen the approaching threat, have high-tailed it out of here, leaving me to confront this horror on my own.

I had never expected that it would turn out like this. I had such a promising career ahead of me once I finished the rest of my schooling at the academy. I can't believe I let myself be talked into such folly as this. The week had started out normally enough, as our training as soldiers progressed at its regular pace, but then two of my associates, William and Eric, had come up with this wild scheme to explore these forbidding caves out in the wastelands.

At first I had been against the idea, but they were so enthusiastic about it that they soon were able to persuade me to go along with their foolishness. Not many people traveled into these mountains, and for good reason. It was a fairly desolate area, and strange tales had been told of men who had seen the most frightful apparitions there. But, still, my friends had told me how much of an adventure it would be and how we would be able to prove our bravery to one another and to all of our fellow classmates. They were sure that great discoveries lay in the caves in the mountains, and that by bringing something back with us, we would assure our respect among our peers. Had we known at the time what lay waiting for us here, I'm sure we would have thought better of it. I know I surely wouldn't have come along on this wild ride. This was turning out to be much more of an adventure than I could stomach.

So just after lights out tonight, we had snuck out of the dormitory and borrowed the horses from the academy stable and set out towards our adventure. Being upperclassmen, we had the luxury of a bit more freedom than the younger students, and were kept under a less watchful eye. It was for this fact that we were able to orchestrate our departure unseen and speed away toward the mountains looming in the north.

We arrived here in just over two hours, a little tired and a little nervous, but also raring to go, anxious to do our exploring. After scouting out the area, we had come upon the first cave, the cave in which now I stood trembling. Lighting our torches we had entered cautiously and begun the slow climb down into the bowels of the earth.

We had walked for about five or ten minutes when we had noticed a faint glow coming up from ahead. We then came into a small chamber which had a single torch glowing, hanging along the middle of the wall on the left side. This room was roughly square, but with rounded walls; its dimensions were about twenty feet on a side. Several things about this room that were strange and exciting. For one thing, the walls and floor were extremely smooth and shone like polished marble. There was also various articles of interest placed throughout the room.

These articles were of the ornately-decorated treasure kind, and looking at them caught us off guard. We should have known better than to drop our guard and should have placed someone at watch near the opening to the room. I, at least, should have known better, since I am very near the top of my class. Had our instructors seen us they would have surely rebuked us thoroughly for our carelessness. But as it was, our greed and fascination won out over better judgment and rational though.

Each of us had ventured into the room and begun to look through the small piles of gold and silver jewelry, coins and small ornamental weapons that lay in the room. I had been the most foolish, and headed for a medium-sized chest which lay toward the back of the room. William and Eric had either been a little more thoughtful, or maybe just lucky and stayed towards the front of the chamber.

There was another strange thing about this room that none of us had realized until it was much to late; there were no other entrances to the chamber, other than the one we came in. This peculiarity should have set something off in our heads, had we remembered anything of the magic traps we had been taught to avoid. Unfortunately none of us noticed this until the trap had been sprung and I had been caught in its powerful grip.

As we were looting through the treasure, trying to decide which pieces to take back with us, we heard Eric gasp from behind. Quickly turning around, we saw that part of the right side of the room had dissolved into nothingness, and that a shadowy figure was bearing down on us slowly, focusing first on my two companions who were near the exit.

For all of their plans and their boasting of the heroic deeds that they would do tonight, my two compatriots had taken one look at the vague figure approaching them and, with hushed screams, had scrambled out of the chamber dropping most of their loot in the process. I couldn't believe how cowardly they had acted and how, without a moment's thought, they had deserted me. Again our teachers would have been most displeased. Even as my fear was building, my mind flashed angrily as I struggled to comprehend how they could have left me like this.

But now there is no more time for anger, as the still-shadowy form turns away from the entrance and starts in my direction. As it comes into the light, better illuminating its terrifying appearance, I realize that I am dealing wih a dragon. Seeing the horror on my face, it spreads its wings out a little more, bringing them out to about half their full span which I guess must be about six feet or so.

I had heard the tales of these fantastic and forbidding beasts, but since nobody had actually seen one for quite some time, I had assumed that they only existed in men's imaginations. Now I realized that perhaps the reason nobody had actually seen one of these creatures was because they never lived to tell about it.

As it walks slowly towards me, I back away until I am stuck against the back wall, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. One strange thing about this dragon is that it walks upright on two legs instead of crawling like the giant lizard it is supposed to be. It seems that this creature has some aspects in common with a man, or more accurately a woman, as a small part of my already overtaxed consciousness notices its subtle feminine curves.

She comes to a stop about six or seven feet from me and stands there eyeing me with a cold and carnivorous gaze. Her yellow reptilian eyes, with their slit pupils, stay locked on me as I try to no avail to bring my fear under control. She stands at about five feet eight inches, about an inch taller than me, since I am slightly smaller than average. Her body structure is somewhat human, but her dragon attributes stand out quite well. She ruffles her ridged wings ever so slightly, drawing my attention briefly towards them.

They, like the rest of her skin, are medium to dark green with small scales covering every inch of them. They appear to be attached to her upper middle back and curve upwards to their peak, about at the top of her head, and their gently curving bottom edges come down to several points about half a foot below her waist. I can tell from the way they look that they are extremely strong and, while she is not extremely muscular, she looks very well toned and well prepared for battle.

Her head is what might be expected from a reptile, but a little smoother and less pointed. The front of her face comes down to her snout, with a small ridge lying near its tip, in between her two nostrils. This pointed ridge is not alone; there are more of them starting up in the middle of her head, slightly behind her pointed ears. This small trail of ridges continues over her head and disappears down her back, then reappearing on the back of her tail.

From what I can see of her tail, it too has a small line of these ridges: no more than a raised region trailing down to its tip. Her tail curves around from behind her on the floor, twitching and curling slightly near her feet. It too is her skin's dark green, although the underside of it is of a lighter color, almost pale green. She is wearing a light maroon robe, belted around the waist, which covers her arms about to her elbows. Her palms, neck and the inside of her arms are the same pale green color. Her robe is cut in a V at the neck, exposing a bit of her chest. The patch of coloring extends down into her robe, and I assume her whole abdomen is probably this color. Not that it matters, though, since soon I am likely to be dragon fodder.

As we're staring at each other, sizing up our opponent, she snarls at me lightly and exposes some of her teeth, which appear to be extremely sharp. As if to complete the picture of total menace, she flicks her forked tongue out between her teeth, giving me what almost looks like an evil grin.

I have never been so scared as now, my doom leering down at me, and I stand there trembling slightly in my boots. I am, however, determined to go out fighting. I will not let my two-and-a-half years of training at the academy all have been for naught. If I am to die, I will at least do it with dignity, and maybe will even be able to get in a few decent blows before this beast overpowers me.

I have already unsheathed my sword and grasp it at my side. Breaking the terrifying moment, I bring it up to bare. I try to cover up my fear with a mean, determined scowl on my face, as I wish that I had thought to bring a shield on this foolish journey.

She just looks at me for a moment, then just grins at me, surely in satisfaction. I take a step toward her and suddenly feel a terrible pain in my right hand as my sword instantly becomes burning hot. Reflexively, I throw it to the ground as I glance in surprise at my stinging hand.

Looking back at her with what I'm sure is an expression of ultimate terror, she gazes at me coldly and utters her first words of the evening to me. "Well, my dear boy, it seems that as well as facing off against a dragon, you are dealing with a sorceress. Now if you do not wish to be roasted alive, I would suggest that you remove your armor... and be quick about it."

I stare back at her in disbelief, but then seeing the look in her eyes, I realize that she means business, and I quickly remove the chain mail that covers my torso. Dropping it to the floor near my fallen sword, I stand before her with nothing but my cotton shirt and pants to protect me from her wrath. Part of my mind registers that my hand still stings badly, but the current situation keeps most of my consciousness busy, so the pain is at least bearable, and goes ignored.

"That's good," she says to me. "You are a smart one after all. Now, if you want any sort of chance at all to keep your hide intact, you'll come here before me."

Seeing that I really have no choice in the matter, and that arguing would be extremely foolish, slowly and numbly I approach her. I find that my mind has resigned itself to the situation, and that my only thought is that I hope she will be quick and merciful with me if I cooperate with her demands. The five or six steps that it takes to reach her seem to last forever, as if time itself has slowed down.

Finally I stand before her, trembling, looking into reptilian eyes which seem to hold no emotion. She stands just barely an inch above me, but still seems quite menacing. She brings up one of her taloned hands and places it on my shoulder as I flinch, trying in vain to get away from her tight grasp. Her talons press firmly against my flesh as she instructs me to kneel before her. Doing so, I try and bring my gaze downward, but she brings her other hand down, grabs my chin and forces my head upward to meet her forbidding gaze once again.

She traces a couple of her taloned fingers on my neck, increasing my pulse to new levels I wouldn't otherwise have thought possible. She must be able to feel my veins pounding as though about to burst; the sound of the blood rushing through my ears momentarily forces all other sounds out of existence.

She makes me quite aware of the precariousnes of my situation by demonstrating her strength to me: lightly she grips my shoulder with her other hand, then relaxes, then grips again. "Why were you and those two cowards here?" she asks demandingly, hissing slightly.

"Nothing," I stammer. "We were just exploring the mountains and came upon this cave... we were just curious..."

Digging her claws tighter into my shoulder, and tightening her grip on my neck, she repeats her question, in an even more forceful tone.

"Okay, okay," I reply, almost whining. My voice sounds quite pitiful under all this stress. "We were stealing some of your treasures... I'm sorry."

"That's better, but are you truly sorry?"

"Yes," I pant, utterly desperate.

"Hmm... I'm not so sure. Are you willing to make up for this transgression?" She punctuates this question with another brief squeeze of her hands.

"What do you mean... what do you want me to do... what are you going to do to me?" I am nearly screaming. My voice cracks at this last part, having gone up nearly an octave. Some warrior I turned out to be!

"Well, it's very simple, my boy," she says, grinning at me again. "In repayment for trespassing into my lair, disturbing my night, and attempting to steal my possessions, you will stay here with me for the next month. During this time you will be my servant and will do whatever I ask of you. Do you agree to this?" Again she squeezes strongly. Her talons dig slightly into me, causing ever-so-small puncture wounds.

At this point my mind is a frantic jumble and I am ready to agree to almost anything if it will keep me alive. I am still too terrified to make my vocal cords work correctly, so I nod numbly toward her.

"Very good," she says, releasing the grip on my shoulder and letting up on the hold at my neck. "How old are you, anyway, boy?"

Forcing myself to breathe more slowly, I manage to stammer, "I turned eighteen two weeks ago."

"Why, you're just barely a man... but you'll do. Now, since you've agreed to serve me, I will spare your life as I promised. You will stay here in my cave for the next thirty days to do my bidding. At the end of this time you will be free to leave... that is, if you want to," she adds, with a strange smile I cannot interpret. I can think of no reason to stay a minute longer than I have to in this God-forsaken place.

I still don't know if I believe her completely, but seeing no other choice, I decide to go along with her plans. Since the immediate threat has passed, I find my fear ebbing slowly to a more manageable level. The whole situation still frightens me, but now at least I can think somewhat rationally and may be able to plan my escape.

Reaching into her robe, she fishes out a shiny fabric band which looks like it has been woven of gold. It is about an inch wide and ten inches long, with a jeweled lock at one end. "You will wear this collar while serving me here. It is made of an extremely strong material and can't be broken, so don't even waste your time trying. It will adjust to fit the size of your neck, but it will not hurt you -- that is, as long as you cooperate. If you try to break the lock, or if you leave the cave, the magic in it will be set off and it will begin to heat up slowly." I am briefly reminded of my hand, which is still stinging numbly.

"When this starts to heat up, it will become uncomfortable rather quickly, and then quite painful. It will finally become white hot and boil your blood in your veins. This is just one of my methods of keeping you here, but if you obey me, and do exactly as I say, you will not be harmed... Now, think this over very carefully. This is your final choice. By allowing me to place this collar on you, you surrender yourself to me for the next month. Are you sure that you accept this?"

Not quite grasping the whole situation, numbly I mumble yes. Anything to keep her from getting angry at me. "Are you absolutely sure?" she asks, tracing her talons along my neck and under my chin. Again I nod and mutter acceptance.

She brings the collar down and, much more gently than before, wraps it around my neck and closes the jeweled lock. It snaps shut and I gasp as the collar adjusts its size to fit my neck. It fits snugly, but not tightly. I can still breathe easily and it isn't too uncomfortable, but I am still aware of its presence against my flesh. It is cool at first, but warms quickly to match my skin's temperature.

Grabbing under my arms, she lifts me somewhat forcibly, but not nearly as hard as she could have. I stand before her again, only trembling slightly this time. "Good. Now that's done, you are ready to begin your service with me. Remove your foot gear."

I stare at her, hesitating, not comprehending this request. She still has a hold on one of my arms and grips it quite tightly. "I told you not to question any of my orders, boy. You do not wish to anger me, do you?"

Quickly I reach down and untie my boots. It is difficult because I favor my burnt hand, whose pain is becoming more insistent now that my fear has come down a few notches. Slipping out of the boots and removing my wool socks, I stand barefoot on the rock floor. At first the marble feels cold and hard to my unprotected feet, but I grow accustomed to it. Walking will not really be that bad, and I am extremely thankful that the floors of her cave are finished the way they are.

"Good, you learn fast. Give me your right hand." I don't really wish to, but see no other alternative, so I offer her my still-stinging hand. She takes it in her left hand, holding the palm upwards, being as gentle as possible. Then, looking at me with softer eyes, gently she lays her right hand on top of it. A brief cooling wave sweeps my hand and in an instant the pain is gone.

I stand here in astonishment, not only from the power of her magic but also from her compassion. She smiles somewhat warmly at me and releases my hand. I hold it in front of me for a moment, testing the movement of my fingers. Unbelievably, all traces of the burn have vanished. Part of me wants to thank her, but since she caused the burn in the first place, I decide to hold off on that idea for the moment. I still have no idea what she has in store for me.

"Now, come along with me," she says in a much lower tone of voice, almost compassionate and inviting. With that she turns and leads me down the hallway of the passageway that so recently became visible. She leads me down the hall, gripping my light arm more lightly but still firmly. I walk slightly in front of her; she allows her wings room so they won't hit me.

Walking down the hallway, we pass several rooms, many of which are unlit. The hallway itself is lit brightly every ten feet or so. These are no ordinary torches, like the one in the outer chamber; no, they are made from some sort of magic crystal which glows brightly.

As we walk further on, I notice that it is becoming warmer. Not really uncomfortable though, so it is somewhat welcome on my bare feet. By the time we reach our destination, it is about the temperature of a warm spring day. It is a little warm for the clothes I'm wearing, but is certainly not hot.

Near the end of the hallway, we come to a brightly lit room which she guides me into. I am a bit surprised to see that it's a bedroom but at this point my mind is rather confused from the whole series of events and hardly anything is surprising anymore.

Her bedroom is very ornately finished, something you'd expect to see in the castle of a nobleman, not in the lair of a dragon. Then again, she did seem to have a fair amount of treasure lying around. There is a nice plush carpet on the floor which feels wonderful against my feet, and also a couple of intricately-patterned tapestries hanging on the wall.

The bed itself is huge, it looks like it could easily sleep three grown men, with room to spare in both directions. The mattress is big and soft-looking, and the bedding seems to be that of very fine-quality silk. The thick posts of the bed sticking up from the head and foot boards are made of brass which shines with a very bright polished look.

She silently leads me to the bed and gently sits me on it. I am still bemused by the situation, so when she reaches behind the headboard and retrieves a long, slender chain, I really don't know what to make of it. The chain looks rather small, but it is constructed of a metal that I have never seen before. Judging from the strength of the material that the collar is made of, I'm sure this chain can withhold much more tension than a normal one of twice its size. It is about ten feet long and looks like it is attached to the wall behind the bed.

Seeing my puzzlement, she hands me its free end. "Now if you would be so good as to fasten this to your collar, we can get started" she says pointing to the jeweled clasp holding the damn thing around my neck. I stare back at her in surprise as my fear begins to rise once again. Looking into her eyes, which are somewhat warmer now, I can still see a glint of determination in them. I realize that she is the one in control of the situation and that I had better go along with her requests. For the moment she is rather sedate, and I wish to keep her that way, so after a moment's hesitation I slowly reach out and take the chain.

It is extremely light, even for its size. I tug on it experimentally between my hands, and it is much stronger than it appears. She give me a questionable smile at this, which sends small shivers up and down my back. Finally resigned to the situation, I fumble with the clip on the collar and manage to get it attached.

Staring back at her with uncertainty, I wait for her to pounce. Now that there is no way that I can escape her clutches, I almost expect her to lunge at me and begin the slow torturous death which I'm sure she has planned for me.

But I am in for quite a different surprise as she smiles at me again with a warmer look in her eyes, but also with a subtle predatory gleam in them. She slowly brings out one of her hands to my neck. As I hold my breath waiting for the first blow, she simply lightly runs her talons along my skin in a slow ticklish movement. Then taking a hold of my collar, she gently rotates it half a turn such that the chain now lies behind me.

Then, bringing her hand to my shirt collar, she gives it a gentle tug, and with a light chuckle in her voice suggests "now, why don't you remove your shirt for me?" Suddenly understanding why she had chosen to bring me to her bedroom, and what my duties as her "servant" would entail, I feel another shiver tingle through my spine. This one however is both a mixture of apprehension and slowly growing excitement.

Unable to bring my eyes away from her gaze, I slowly, almost mechanically, undo the buttons of my shirt, and slowly open it, sliding it off of my shoulders and letting it drop silently to the ground. Eyeing my bare chest, she quickly darts her tongue out of her snout and glides it across her front teeth. I am in rather good shape from the daily exercise regimens at the academy and she makes an appreciative comment of this. "You are a little short, but really well built. You look like you are in great physical shape and will have plenty of endurance" she says with a slight chuckling hiss.

Bringing her taloned hands to my chest she slowly runs them over my skin sending tiny jolts of sensation to my excited brain. She notices that I am extremely ticklish down on my lower abdomen to the sides and delights in sending me into small spasms as she lightly traces those regions of my flesh. Her talons are sharp, as I have already experienced first hand, but she is quite careful and gentle with me. Then running the palms of her hands across my skin, I realize that her skin is not scaly at all, but more like that of a snake, although not as leathery. In fact it is quite smooth and soft and it feels so delicious, being touched like this, like I have never been touched before.

Then bringing one of her hands up near my left nipple, she lightly caresses me, then with lightning speed, she slashes a single talon across my flesh, just an inch below the nipple. The movement is quick, and almost painless, but it causes my to jump slightly and momentarily regain my fear. Knowing her strength, I had thought that she was trying to go for my heart, but then I realize it is a very superficial cut, releasing only a small trickle of blood.

She brings her arm around my back as if to steady and calm me, and then brings her snout down to the small wound. Darting her tongue out across my flesh, she then slowly laps at the small amount of blood there, as I watch her with strange fascination. Her tongue is about half the width of a human's, and slightly thinner, but is a few inches longer and is forked at the end. It is somewhat rough on my skin, but these new sensations are also strangely pleasurable. I notice that the combined aspects of this strange situation are slowly awakening feelings deep within me as a detached part of my mind notices my slowly-growing arousal.

As she slowly licks every drop of blood from the small cut, her hand is slowly trailing up and down my back. Trying to make sense out of the situation, I theorize that for her this must be some strange mating ritual and obviously not some carnivorous act, for prey has never been treated like this.

When she is finished cleaning my wound, she pulls her head slowly away and looks at me with unmistakable passion in her eyes and a somewhat attractive smile on her face. I glance down quickly and am somewhat astonished to see that the cut is no longer there. I hadn't even noticed the healing magic this time; my mind was obviously busy with other things.

Looking at her I feel a strange mixture of emotions which is a little hard for me to reconcile. My fear has almost totally ebbed now since I realize that she has nothing harmful planned for me, but I am somewhat apprehensive at what lies ahead. Looking at her I no longer see a terrifying beast, but a strangely attractive female of a species I would have never have imagined in my wildest dreams. This bothers me a little since it seems quite strange for me to have these feelings for someone that isn't human. Then again, she is human enough to have a body proportioned much like what I would look for in a woman.

I briefly look her up and down and am surprised at how I find myself becoming more intrigued with the idea of getting to see more of it. I do not know how most people would have felt having been placed in this same situation, but I am becoming rapidly more agreeable with it. I momentarily think of Father John back at the academy and how he would surely have something very harsh to say about this situation, but seeing as he isn't here, I push those thoughts out of my mind. Anyway, I rationalize, I am somewhat being pushed into this, so I might as well go along with it and enjoy the ride.

In the end, my hormone-soaked brain gives in to my body's arousal and I decide that I do find this dragon-woman standing before me extremely irresistible, and to hell with the consequences, what ever they may be. As if she had been reading my thoughts and waiting for me to make up my mind, she smiles at me and then brings her snout up to my lips, deftly forcing her tongue inside my mouth.

Her forcefulness once again somewhat surprises me, but I am quick to react and let my instincts guide me in what to do. The feeling of her tongue against mine is extremely pleasurable and I feel myself becoming quickly more aroused. She brings her other arm around me and locks me in a somewhat tight, yet very comfortable embrace. I bring my arms behind her and begin to explore her back beneath her robe. I notice the small line of ridges running down her back, which is a little surprising at first, but I am able to take it in stride and find it somewhat interesting.

She disengages herself from our kiss and pulls her head back slightly, looking at me again with her beautiful yellow eyes. These eyes, which only a short time ago, I had though were cold and heartless, now seem to brim with emotions, as I'm lost in depth of her loving gaze. Feeling a little brave, I lean into her and kiss her gently on the tip of her snout, relishing the feel of her smooth skin against my lips.

Now that I am no longer afraid of her, I have the time to leisurely take in the full spectacle of her body. Her tail and wings draw my attention since they are the most non-human aspects to her, and I find them quite intriguing. Slowly and maybe a bit sheepishly, I bring my hands up to where her wings meet her body and carefully touch the surface of one of them. She smiles at this exploration and spreads her wings out to about their full span, which is quite impressive and also quite attractive.

Their surfaces are smooth like the rest of her skin, except for a few vertical ridges running through their entire length supporting them. I lightly trace my fingers over these ridges which are a little stiff like bones, but also somewhat flexible to allow them to spread out and contract. I run my fingers over most of the wings, stopping at a few places when she hisses softly with enjoyment as I slowly stroke these strangely-placed erogenous zones.

Finally she breaks the moment with a quick kiss and then pulls away from me, standing up and taking a step backward. Flashing me a toothy grin she reaches down and slowly undoes the belt at her waist holding her robe closed. Then turning slightly away from me allowing me to see her at a beautiful angle, she removes her robe with delicious and agonizing slowness. She pulls her arms from out of the sleeves, and then lets it fall slowly from her shoulders, while holding it in front of her with her arms crossed on her chest. The back of the robe is slit from the middle of the back up to the neck, allowing her wings to poke through fabric where they join her body.

She stands like that briefly, giving me glimpses of her flesh, but teasing me by withholding her hidden treasures from my gaze. Then finally she drops her arms to her sides, and lets the robe slowly fall to the floor. She quickly steps out of it, extracting her tail from the small tangle of fabric and then turns to face me, bringing her arms up behind her head in a seductive pose, while I sit there gasping slightly.

For all of the strangeness of her body, she is beautiful and quite exotic. She stands before me, bare-chested, clad only in underwear which appears to be me made from the same fabric as the collar I had almost forgotten was around my neck. These panties are quite elegant, with small jewels set in them, running around their upper perimeter. Their shimmering golden color is quite a beautiful contrast to her green skin.

As I had noticed before, the insides of her arms, running down to her palms, are a lighter, paler green than the rest of her. This patch of lighter color also extends down from under her neck, running down the front of her torso, and also the inside of her legs. Her long tail stands to one side of her, curled around in front of her with its tip lightly twitching.

Although she appears to be a reptile, she also has more human characteristics than just being bipedal, for on her chest lie two beautiful breasts of similar shape and proportions to human females. I wish I could have a better comparison between her and a human, but unfortunately my experience with the fairer sex has been extremely limited. So far, tonight's actions have taken me much farther than I'd ever been before.

Her breasts are perfect for her body, not seeming to large or too small, and being perfectly toned like the rest of her muscles, they stand up almost perfectly straight on their own. Her erect nipples are a darker color than the pale green of her abdomen, but not as dark as her other coloring. With her hands behind her head like that, her chest is pushed slightly forward, enhancing her smooth curves.

Her body is somewhat muscled, giving her the great strength she has, but her flesh is not grossly rippling with muscles. Instead her body is quite reasonably developed and extremely well toned. For all of her strength, she is still a prefect example of femininity.

She smiles lovingly at me as she sees what a profound effect her appearance is having on me, and she slowly walks seductively toward me with her tail lightly swishing behind her. When she reaches me I stare at her almost dumbfounded by her beauty. Taking my hand in hers, she places it on her flat and smooth stomach, just above her navel.

Noticing my gasp as I touch her exposed flesh she quietly asks if this is my first time. "Yes" I reply shyly and drop my head looking away from her, embarrassed. Taking my chin in her other hand she gently brings my head upward and looks at me with gentle compassion as well as a longing desire.

"That's okay, you don't need to be embarrassed" she gently reassures me. "I will be a kind and gentle teacher with you, helping you to gain your experience. Since you have a good amount of time to spend here, I will be very thorough with your 'education.'"

With this she brings my hand up to cup the warm flesh of her left breast. My explorations are extremely clumsily at first, but she is very patient with me, nudging me occasionally, helping me to navigate this strange new territory. As my other hand explores where her tail meets her body, I gently massage her hard nipples enjoying the small hisses of pleasure I'm giving her.

Then at her subtle suggestion, by guiding my head to her chest, I tentatively flick my tongue across her flesh, delighting in the smooth texture of her skin. Then gently licking up the base of one her breasts, I slowly orbit in on her nipple, finally running my tongue over it, to her obvious enjoyment. At this point she has brought her arms around me once again and is gently running them up and down my back.

Growing a bit bolder, I begin to gently nibble on her flesh, causing her to pant slightly, and grip my back a little tighter, being careful not to hurt me with her talons. I am also still exploring her tail and also lightly exploring her tight buttocks through the thin fabric of her underwear.

Then taking one of her hands and stroking my cheek, she guides my head up to meet hers, as our mouths lock again in kiss. While doing this she guides me up to a standing position and slowly begins working at unlocking my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Then breaking away from me, she leans down, pulls down my zipper, and slowly begins peeling my pants down off my legs. Reaching my feet I step out of them, as she slowly traces her fingers back up the insides of my legs until she reaches my underwear.

Slowly and deliberately, she begins to trace the outline of my fully erect penis through the thin cotton of my underpants. The feelings overwhelm me, making me almost light-headed with desire as she sends electric shocks through my whole body.

She looks at me with a satisfied grin on her face, obviously enjoying the new heights of pleasure she is giving to me. Then bringing her hands up to the waistband of my shorts, she pauses slightly to once again to stroke the ticklish regions of my lower abdomen, slightly hissing with laughter as she sees me squirm under her control.

Then fast as lightning she grabs the waistband again, but instead of removing my underwear the normal way, she quickly rips it off of me with such speed and force that I feel a momentary shudder spread through my whole being. Tossing the scraps of torn fabric on the floor, she looks at me with a wicked grin on her face, slightly showing a couple of teeth, and whispers in a very erotic tone of voice, "you won't be needing those for some time anyway..."

Cupping my firm testicles with one hand, she gently caresses my penis with the other, lightly rubbing her talons up and down the shaft. Her applied pressure is just enough to cause me pleasure, as she takes great pains not to harm my tender skin. By now I have put my complete trust in her, realizing that she will not harm me and that she is extremely gentle with her strength and power.

Having her touch my naked manhood is so much more pleasurable than through the cotton of my shorts had been. She rubs the shaft ever so lightly, paying special attention to the extremely sensitive area under the head. I stand there, probably looking like a fool, but not caring, as I'm incapable of doing anything but soaking up all these wonderful sensations running through me.

Then all of a sudden she breaks contact and steps away from me chuckling slightly in a seductive way. Not understanding what has gotten into her I move forward, matching her steps as she slowly backs away from me. It is then when I feel the gentle tug at my neck and am suddenly reminded of the chain attached to my collar which now impedes my progress.

Grinning slightly at me, she takes a few mores steps backwards, getting just quite out of my reach as I strain lightly against the chain holding me from her. This is maddening as she stands just out of my reach swaying slightly as her taloned hands begin to slowly play over her body.

As she slowly traces the outlines of her abdomen and breasts, she seems to be enjoying the tension she is causing me. Slowly, her hands cover every inch of her upper body, running up and down her sides, slowly tracing the curves of her breasts, circling in to brush past her nipples, and then lightly running a single finger around the inside of the waistband of her exotic undergarments, teasing me into believing she is about to remove them.

But she does no such thing, instead she continues this exhibition just out of reach as I feel my pulse quicken and my breathing become more labored. She then begins to sway her hips lightly and at the same time begins to move her beautifully-exotic tail in a complex series of motions, as it appears to have a life of its own, twitching and coiling around her almost like a snake. Finally she tops of this exhibition by gently ruffling her wings in time with her other movements as this strange and extremely attractive dance comes into full swing.

As I stand there with my body at a full state of arousal and my mind burning, she blinks her eyes cutely at me and darts her tongue over her teeth and across her snout. I stand there, locked in her hypnotic gaze, captivated by her movements, feeling like I'm almost at the point of collapse, when she slows her movements and takes a step towards me, still maddeningly just out of my reach.

Leaning forward she again caresses my chin with a single finger and in an extremely sultry voice and a slight giggle she simply asks "so are you ready?"

"Yes... please" I manage to pant out as I feel myself totally under her spell and barely able to move.

"Well first there's something that I'd like you to do for me, and I'm sure that you will enjoy it" she replies grinning seductively and again batting her ayes at me.

I enthusiastically agree, having no idea what she has in store for me, but very eager to find out. At this, she steps closer, reaches her hand down my back until it rests on my buttocks. Then squeezing slightly, she maneuvers me onto the bed.

Having me kneel in the center of its great expanse, she slowly traces her hands down both sides of her abdomen, resting them lightly on the rim of her panties. Then slowly running her fingers to her back she undoes a hidden clasp and lets them slowly slide down her legs to the floor.

Stepping deftly out of them she climbs onto the bed until she kneels in front of me, allowing me to get a better look at her. Having never been anywhere near this far with a woman before, I have no idea how her nether regions compare to human anatomy, but I find that I really don't care as I gaze wantingly at her.

Guessing what she had in mind when she had mentioned that special favor, I bring my hand up to her neck and slowly trace it down her length, pausing ever so briefly over her breasts, and then continuing down to her inner thighs. Her slit is hairless like the rest of her body, but of course that seems quite natural. Looking inside I see the muscles are of a lighter color, but not as pale as her front patch of coloring. Already she is glistening with anticipation.

Experimentally and a little cautiously, I trace my fingers around her outer lips as she lets out a small hiss. Then gaining courage, I slip them inside her and explore her secret regions. Quickly I am able to find the exact locations which bring her the most pleasure. Then remembering how good it felt when she had backed away from my special zones and then slowly returned, I decided to reciprocate those actions on her, to her audible approval.

Bringing her hand down, she places it on top of mine and silently instructs me to pull out of her, which I do as slowly as possible, making sure to brush against her pleasure spots just once more. Then she takes my hand in hers and brings it up in front of me. At her subtle insistence and to satisfy my curiosity, I sniff my lightly coated fingers taking in her scent. It is a somewhat strong and musky smell, but it is also somewhat erotic, especially since I already know from whence the fragrance emanates. Then giving into an almost instinctive urge, I bring my tongue out and lightly taste the strange fluid. Like the smell, her taste is somewhat strong and rather strange indeed, but also quite exotic.

After thoroughly cleaning my fingers, I look at her as she gazes back at me with a pleased expression on her face. She is obviously enjoying seeing me experiencing these new pleasures and, is having a very good time guiding me through them. Smiling at me she brings her mouth down to my hand and slowly licks it with her marvelously textured tongue. Finishing that she leans backwards, moving her feet from underneath her and reclining on the small mound of pillows piled near the head of the bed, spreading her wings out behind her.

Looking at me with expectation and hunger, she gently caresses her inner thighs with one hand as she beckons me seductively with a single finger of her other hand. Understanding what she wants, I move slowly to her, crouching down and bring my tongue to her right leg, just above the knee. Moving as slowly as I can make myself go, I navigate my tongue along the inside of her leg, until I reach her warm and inviting vagina.

Lightly at first, I run my tongue along the outer ridges, then pulling back slightly, trying to be as teasing as possible. Then I sense her impatience as she pushes her hips up slightly urging me onward. Using two fingers I gently spread her lips and slowly ease my tongue into her, relishing in her feel and taste as she lets out a slight gasp.

Just as with my fingers, I play with her, only touching her most sensitive areas briefly as I lap at her. Then as her breathing becomes more labored, I speed up slightly, in time with her increased panting. As I'm doing this she brings her hands up and begins to run them once again over my back, paying special attention to the sensitive areas near my sides. She also uses her tail, with complete mastery, to at first lightly stroke my feet and legs. Then inching its way up, it comes to my buttocks which it slips slightly into, navigating down to stroke the underside of my testicles.

Finally I sense that her breathing is becoming somewhat erratic and that she must be on the verge of her climax. It is then that I dive in with increased vigor and fury, ravaging her tender spots with my tongue. Finally throwing her head back and letting out a loud series of hisses, her whole lower body begins to convulse somewhat wildly. Gripping my back with her talons and scratching me slightly, she releases her fluid upon my waiting tongue, as I lap eagerly trying to taste it all.

As her spasms die down, I slowly bring my licking to a stop and rest my head against her leg, as she holds me weakly in her arms. Slowly regaining her strength, she recovers and nudges me. Both of us rise upwards to a kneeling position, as she gazes at me appreciatively. Finally when we are once again face to face, she whispers, still a little short of breath, "thank you... you were wonderful... you're a very fast learner."

Smiling back at her and caressing one of her hips I reply, "well I do have an excellent teacher." Letting out a slight hiss of laughter she brings her mouth to mine as we again kiss with interweaving tongues. Kneeling there kissing her, with our hands playing over each other's bodies, feels so wonderful and peaceful; I lose myself in the moment wishing it could last forever. I never knew it would like this, and I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that my first lover would be an inviting dragon-woman. However I think to myself, there is nothing that I would want to change. I am extremely happy with the way things are turning out.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, she extracts her tongue from mine, and looking at me with that wicked grin on her face and a wild gleam in her eyes, she pushes me slowly backward, allowing my legs to slide out from under me. Then pushing the chain out of the way so it is behind me and to the side, she lies me flat on my back as I sink slightly into the wonderfully-padded mattress. Slowly she slides her beautiful body on top of me. The sensation of her warm, soft and slightly slick, skin against mine is absolutely perfect, as I feel her weight pushing lightly against me.

Breathing her hot breath against my cheek, she darts her tongue out and runs it along my ear as she slowly begins to rub against me. My erection is going full-tilt as she slowly touches the head with her slit and pushes slightly against me, finally letting me in. As she engulfs me, I am almost overwhelmed by all of the sensations running through me. I let out a rather large gasp and for a brief moment, I forget to breathe.

Sensing my state of near sensory overload, she pauses and speaks softly in my ear, again her hot breath feeling wonderful on my skin. "Be careful lover, we wouldn't want you to pass out now and miss all of the fun..." Starting out again, very slowly, she lets me get accustomed to the wonderful pleasures, before she begins to pick up the pace of her thrusts against me. Once I have recovered some of my composure, I begin to thrust against her with her rhythm, also bringing my hands up to caress her lower back, tail and buttocks.

As our movements progress and pick up speed, I sense she is nearing another orgasm as she begins to thrust with more power. I too am nearing the edge and struggle to keep from teetering over it too soon. A few moments later, I feel her inner muscles begin to twitch slightly at first, and then with building amplitude. As the walls of her nether regions spasmodically grip me, I feel the first wave of my climax hitting me.

Letting out several gasps as she hisses one again with extreme pleasure, I hold her tightly to me as I pump my fluids somewhat violently into her. Coming down from the waves of euphoria, we bask in each other's afterglow as she leans her head against my neck and cheek. Lying there after the rush of adrenaline has passed, I feel somewhat drained and slightly tired as I close my eyes and revel in her presence against me.

I don't know how long we laid there, for it seemed as if I slept for a little while. The next thing I notice is that she is attempting to revive me by tracing her hands over my chest. Seeing my eyes open she smiles at me and then slowly runs her tongue over one of my nipples. She stays there for a few moments, licking me in small circular paths, and then begins to lightly nibble on my sensitive flesh. The sensations caused by her teeth are wonderful and she quickly gets my full attention.

Finishing her ministrations there, she slides her tongue ever so slowly down my chest to my stomach, and then to my penis, which is already beginning to be revived. Starting at my testicles she runs her tongue upwards, then slowly wrapping it around the shaft, not leaving an inch of it untouched. She makes quick work of restoring me to a completely full state of arousal, then giving me a few extra licks she looks up at me with rekindled passion in her eyes. Turning around and facing her back to me, she grins, panting slightly and darting her tongue in and out of her snout, she wordlessly invites me for another round of play.

I readily accept her invitation, and getting up from my supine position, approach her on my knees. Leaning over her, I start at the small of her back and deftly run my fingers down it, navigating her wonderful small ridged line, delighting in the wonderful texture, then coming to her tail.

Where her tail meets her body, just above her buttocks, it is quite thick, it would take both of my hands to encircle it. It is also quite long, trailing about four feet behind her. As it recedes from her body, its thickness slowly decreases, dwindling down to a finely-pointed tip.

The line of ridges continues down her tail and I continue following it slowly with my fingers, traveling its whole length. As I'm doing this she is slightly twitching it so it seems to come alive in my hands. Then reaching the tip, I begin the repeat journey along its paler-colored underside. This time however, I lightly drag my finger tips backwards along her skin, which elicits small hisses of appreciation from her.

Finally the long journey is over and I am at last at the base of her tail. Lifting it up I run my fingers along the inside of her buttocks, playing briefly with her puckered anus and then reaching downward to caress her wanting vagina. Then holding her lips apart with one hand, pushing her tail off to one side with the other, I push slowly against her, entering her once again.

She thrusts her hips greedily back against me, anxious to get me fully inside of her. Making love from this angle is a yet another wonderfully new experience, as the sensations are slightly different. Holding tightly onto her hips I thrust madly at her, overtaken by my passion.

She too is more anxious this time, and thrusts against me, matching my enthusiasm and vigor. I feel the pressure inside of me building fast, and I know that I will climax soon. I am dimly aware of the thought in the back of my mind that I hope she will come before I am spent, but am unable to slow down for all of the passion building inside of me.

She must have been feeling the same powerful forces building quickly in her too, for as soon as I begin to pulsate inside her, her own powerful orgasm hits, squeezing all of the fluids out of me, as I collapse panting heavily against her back.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of passion and heavenly sensations. Her desire seems boundless, as I happily struggle to completely satisfy her. My youthful vigor is just barely enough to keep up with her carnal appetite.

At some point I must have blacked out from the physical workout and my over-taxed senses, for the next thing I remember is slowly waking up to the feel of her gently caressing my chest. As my consciousness comes slowly to me, I open my eyes, letting my vision deblur, to see her sitting next to me, propped up on some pillows, with her wings tucked neatly against her sides.

"Good morning lover" she says as I reach out to caress her hips. "You had quite a workout last night," as I return her smile. "How do you feel?"

Scooting up on one of the pillows, I feel that I am somewhat drained from the previous night's frolics. "Kind of tired... it was a bit much for my first time."

Chuckling slightly she agrees, "yes, I guess I was a bit hard on you last night... but you did enjoy it didn't you?"

Feeling at total ease with her, as if I'd known her for ever, I answer her by rolling my eyes in a comical expression, as if to ask her if she serious. Laughing back at me she continues, "I'm glad you had a good time lover, I was hoping you would. To be honest, I have to admit that I was also a bit tired after our romps last night. It's been quite awhile since I've had that much fun, and it was quite a pleasure having such an energetic young buck grace my sheets." Giving me a look of total adoration, I beam with pride at her compliment, as she traces a single finger along my chest.

"Your performance was remarkable, especially for a beginner. I can tell that once you have a few more 'lessons,' you will be quite the lover. Especially if we can work on building your endurance up. Anyway, we have plenty of time to conduct your training... But first, you must be famished, and I can't have you passing out on me." With that she reaches to her side and retrieves a plate containing fresh fruit and strips of dried beef.

She takes great pleasure in feeding me each morsel, as I eagerly grab it from her fingers with my mouth, slowly dragging my lips and tongue over them. After finishing what seems like the most delicious meal I have ever eaten, I begin to feel my strength returning, and with it I notice my arousal again awakening.

She too notices this, as a small tent begins to form beneath the sheets. Grinning at me, she trails her fingers over toward it, and gently massages me to a full erection. The combined sensations of her fingers and the silk sheets rubbing gently against me is completely wonderful, as I lie back and enjoy her attentions to me.

Then reaching up, she slowly drags the sheets off from me, again causing a wave of wonderful sensations, as I am exposed to her once again. She then surprises me by reaching up to my forgotten collar and unhooking the chain from it, which she drops behind the head board.

"Come on, let's take our morning bath together." I couldn't possibly agree more as she leads me out of her bedroom, down the hall to another large chamber. Inside lies a rather large pool, possibly ten feet in diameter, set into the floor. Leading me to smooth marble steps, we step slowly into the warm swirling water, enjoying the sensations as it slowly creeps up our bodies.

Leaning me against the smooth wall of the pool, we both sit down; the water comes up to just below our shoulders. Sitting there, letting the warm currents gently massage my body is so wonderful. Grabbing a wash cloth and soap from the edge of the pool, she lathers it up and gently washes my face. Dipping the cloth in the water she rinses the suds from my face, then leaning in kisses me with a deep and slow passion.

Maneuvering her to a position next to me, I too grab a cloth and begin to slowly lather up her breasts and abdomen, paying careful attention to her hardening nipples.

Then at my suggestion, she spreads out her wings and lets me give them a thorough and tender washing. Running my hands over them I marvel at how beautiful they look. Having never seen a winged creature of her size before, I find them extremely exotic.

Then leaning up against her, I put one arm behind her around her waist and enjoy the feeling of her strong arms as she embraces me. It is quite clear that we have the whole day to enjoy each other's bodies, so we have plenty of time to be slow and gentle, stretching out the passion.

In fact, not only do we have all of today, I realize that we have a whole month ahead of us. What a month that is going to be, as I smile in anticipation. Perhaps when my time with her is up, we can re-negotiate our contract...