Malice Maze

Chapter 19
Ilona’s Dragon

Ilona fell hard on the rocks of the opening of the cave and knew she was bleeding as she rolled about and hit a larger rock that finally kept her from rolling further. She limped to stand and cried out in pain, her naked body covered in scrapes and bruises. The dragon followed her into the mouth of the cave, his large body seemingly growing smaller as he came into the cave so he only represented an eight foot dragon instead of a fifty foot one. When he came to stand by her the suspicions were confirmed, he was only about eight feet, still towering over her just above five feet figure, and his cock was a staggering size as well. Ilona felt embarrassed for noticing a dragon’s raging hard on and turned away from him to grip tightly to the rock that had kept her from her continued rolling.

The dragon roared at her back and she clung further. Her roared again and she took a hint and turned around. She faced him, her nude body before the green and blue dragon with blood red eyes. He reached out a clawed hand and lifted her as easily as he had when he was much larger, wrapping his claw about her waist and breasts and was he, yes, he was rubbing her breasts with his prehensile thumb. Ilona struggled against him, wiggling as best she could, but this only caused his thumb to rub harder against her nipples which against her will were growing erect.

“You killed my brother!” she screamed at the dragon and kicked out at him. Her legs flailed and hit nothing but air. She screamed again, but this time in an unknown pleasure as his scaly thumb continued to rub her nipples. “You killed… my brother.” Her thoughts were flitting out of her mind and though she loathed this dragon the magic of him made it hard to think. Was he making her wet so he could eat her? Oh God, she did not want to be eaten. She wanted, oh God, what she wanted at that moment had her spreading her legs and wishing for it, wishing for something inside of her. The dragon’s long tongue forked out and she did fear being eaten, except the tongue was sliding towards her wetness, running between the moist lips and feeling the slit. Ilona moaned again and again tried to regain her thoughts, no matter how shattered they were.

His forked tongue, soft despite the harsh appearance, slipped into her body and all of the way to her cervix. She cried out in joy and allowed him to pump her with that slender tongue. Her body was reacting for the dragon the way that it had not reacted for her brother and once more she was thinking of Nanaia and God and wondering if he would forgive her this act of submission to a beast. The thought was quickly erased as his tongue came out of her pussy and he moved her to slide her on to his cock. She could have struggled. She could have fought. She did not want to. In the back of her mind she was screaming for joy as he slid her down onto it, still holding her so he could do all of the movement inside of her. He was too thick, her body wanted to push him from it, to reject him. He would not allow it. He was too anxious for this, pumping into her with a strength no man could compare to. In and out he went of her and while he did so his tail, an odd shape for a tale, it almost looked like a…

Ilona cried out as it found her ass and slid into her, small than the cock pumping her, but large enough that she was uncomfortable. Pain was not really there. Pain was a distant memory, it was just a mild discomfort that had her wriggling and twisting, which only seemed to please the dragon. He moved her faster along his length and she arched as best she could in the grip of a claw. He moved in and out of her until she could not do anything but feel weak and well used, and still he moved in and out of her. Her pussy was so filled that she could not have spread her legs any further. Still, she dripped over him, trying to tighten her legs and feel all of him, until he came and filled her up with himself. He came hard and fast and it burned like the fires that dripped from his breath. She screamed out, feeling the first real pain she had felt since he had lifted her into his claws, and still he pumped her until every last drop was completely inside of her. He slipped out of her pussy, out of her ass, and began to lower her to the ground. He laid her on her back on the floor of the cave and moved over her, shielding her. She began to sit up but his palm flattened her, kept her lying there. It was the first time she realized the angle of the cave, that it sloped downwards, and that her head was pointing downwards and her feet were slightly raised.

To test her theory, a theory she wished she had not had, she tried to push up again and again the dragon pushed her down, holding her down. She thrashed about on the floor, ignoring that she was growing scrapes and bruises more than more, trying to drop even a bit of his seed outside of her body, and still he held her the way she was.

“Oh God,” Ilona cried out, “this dragon is trying to impregnate me!”

“That’s right,” came a laughing voice from within the cavern.

“Dralnu,” Ilona hissed, knowing that voice well though she had only heard it a few times.

The dragon seemed unbothered by the king’s presence and did not even bother to raise blood-red eyes in the king’s direction, just ignored his presence and the king came upon the naked figure of Ilona and looked down at her, her large breasts still jiggling with her heavy breathing. “Now what a sight,” the king laughed. “The gypsy girl not only whores for her brother, but now for dragons.”

Ilona fought to stand, to go and fight Dralnu, but the dragon was holding her too firmly in place, the seed of his semen dripping into her body, fighting for a chance at her egg. She wanted to cry.

“Do you know why I wanted you, Ilona?” Dralnu asked her. “Out of every girl chosen tonight, it was you I made sure was here. Do you know why?” Ilona could only shake her head, she did not know what else to say. Should she be honored she was chosen for this mind numbing game that was using her at every corner?

Dralnu smiled and leaned down, his lips leaning forward until they were bare inches from Ilona’s, “Because I wanted to see what you remembered,” he hissed against her lips, “that, and I have a feeling, it is you.” His lips met hers in front of her dragon, the electricity sparking between them, her whole body going rigid and then loose and then melting. She forgot the dragon, who no longer held her, she forgot her anger, and moved into Dralnu and the kiss and Dralnu smiled brightly behind it all.