Dahala and the Dragon

Dahala\'s armour felt warm on her shoulders as she saddled her war stallion. She hated horses and this spirited light war horse was no exception. They tended to be headstrong and they smelled bad, though, admittedly, their fur could be soft. The feel of the saddle reminded her of the smooth leather against her own skin under her armour. She loved leather and when the horse died, either in combat or if she slit the foul thing\'s throat, she\'d make herself a new jerkin out of its hide.

She swung up into the saddle, the girth tight around the horse\'s barrel, the cinch squeezing it snugly. Though she was still a virgin, she was not quite the valiant knight most thought her to be - mainly because she, and her five sisters, enjoyed the teasing she could give the men - and the sound thrashing if they overstepped their bounds. Still she was kind by nature. She was a tall woman, broad of shoulder, narrow of waist, and quite lithe. Her musculature did not detract from her shapely figure: rather, it enhanced it. The long flowing blonde hair left hidden, along with the firm curves, inside the full plate armour she wore.

The horse was a buckskin with a slightly whiter mane and tail. As she had combed the mane out it had kicked her viciously, almost as if it knew and understood her resentment, as if it knew she enjoyed dominating it, and it chafed at the dominance. Faint traces of that resentment faded as they rode off.

Rumours of a dragon, a foul platinum coloured thing, swept the land. It was said that this dragon was once kind and good but now it had been conquered and corrupted by the evil goddess Tiamat. Now she rode forth to find it. And slay it.

She passed a field with a mare in it. From the way the stallion pranced she guessed that the mare was in heat. The thought of the stallion being tormented by the mare caused her to smile. Shades of her teasing many a man with her own sexuality. As she drew closer she realized that it smelled as bad as the stallion, ending the comparison right there.

Soon she came upon a scene of great beauty - gold strewn about the mountain - works of art scattered carelessly - the dragon\'s horde. Out daring any to even touch it. Gnawed bones and shattered armour showed what fate befell those attempting to claim that horde.

She lowered her visor and lance and spurred the horse forward. Over the rise it lay: every joint plated, many sharp spurs covering it, razor sharp teeth filling its mouth. And it was regarding her. She charged. The lance struck home and she was hurtled from her mount. With a glance from the dragon the stallion froze, turned to a statue. She tumbled to the base of another statue, that of a naked woman and shuddered, wondering. Suddenly the thing\'s massive paw pinned her to the ground in her armour. The jaws closed around the helm and ripped, freeing her long hair. The dragon stopped, regarding her with a gleam in its eye.

\"Well, what have we here? A wench? You could prove much sport!\"

Casually, it pulled the lance out of a bony shoulder, gushing forth blood. A good hit but his magic healed it quickly. And, as it healed the wound, the dragon began to shrink, becoming just more than half again her size.

With another crunch it ripped off her breast plate exposing her heaving chest beneath the leather jerkin she wore, slicked with her sweat.

\"Ahhhh,\" said the dragon, \"I like a woman who can appreciate the caress of leather.\"

With a single talon he slit the jerkin open and stood there eying her beautiful breasts. They had been compressed behind the jerkin but now they burst forth, sweat and a few beads of blood rolled down her cleavage.

\"Why does such a beautiful wench hide her beauty?\"

Her breasts were full, her nipples ripe. The forked tongue snaked out and circled them causing them to worry slightly. She gasped as the tongue traced wet lines around her chest, then surrounded one and squeezed it firmly. Her hips arched upward, her own desires giving her away.

\"Hmmm,\" said the dragon, \"the bitch shows her true colours. Let\'s reveal the rest of thy hidden pleasures.\"

The dragon extracted her from the armour like a lobster from its shell and she lay before him naked. With a breath of icy flame the dragon breathed between her legs and the hair on her pussy turned to ash, leaving her skin smooth and untouched beneath. Lizard smooth.

\"Now,\" said the dragon, \"on your knees. I wish to sample those ruby lips.\"

She found herself unable to refuse as she grovelled before the platinum beast. She lapped at his paws \'til he swung behind her, mounting her as a ram mounts a ewe.

With hardly a thought the beast took her virginity.

Virginity! Her order of knight required females to be virgins. She would be banished! The realization was nearly as devastating as the rape itself. She felt his scaly belly press down against her back his head snaked forward and pressed its scaly lips to hers. Before she could think, much less respond, the forked tongue was exploring her mouth, forcing itself in. She could not spit it out. The scaly paws began to wrap around her as its huge member bore down into her womb. One taloned paw rubbing her nipples...her body was betraying her - her nipples hardening - her juices helping his member slide in faster and deeper. The dragon chuckled and continued his rape of her. She lost track of time as she squealed under his draconian body and he called her his strumpet. Finally his seed was cast into her it was strangely warm but no less repulsive. Her first time with a male had been at the paws of a lizard!

\"Now my dear,\" said the dragon, \"I *must* be clean....\"

She screamed curses at him but the paws forced her face between his haunches. He hissed in delight as she tried to bite his huge cock to no effect. As he held her head his loins pumped into her, cleaning her own juices and his seed off with her mouth. When he had finished he chained her naked in the sun to the statue that had been her horse. He noticed that, despite her chains, she stayed as far from the statue as she could.

The dragon addressed her: \"Could it be you do not like your former servant?\"

\"No!\" she said. \"I care nothing for the beasts of any kind!\"

\"Do you now?\" replied the dragon.

The dragon flew off, leaving her sobbing as she tried to clean herself as best as possible. As night fell the dragon returned with a handsome youth in his jaws.

\"I have found a lover for you.\"

The youth was dead, his head lolled to the side. Leaving the body with her, the dragon scratched a pentagram around the three. He looked to the sky and said: \"TIAMAT! Hear your slave! As you defeated me and made me into your image - I beg you; grant me this spell, my goddess!\"

Slowly the boy and horse merged, blending to form a centaur. Another puff of his icy breath breathed a sinister life into the previously still form.

\"NOW,\" the dragon said, \"the horse has a human intellect but still all the desires of a stallion - and he remembers how he was treated by humans!\"

She shuddered - she was still chained to the beast\'s hind leg. The centaur reared and pranced at its vitality before noticing the chain and what it held. A cruel smile flicked across its face. The centaur looked down.

\"All womanhood will be my brood mares! Slut! Lick the hooves clean!\"

\"No!\" she screamed and received a kick for her defiance. She whimpered.

\"Do it, my sweet slut! Or your sisters I\'ll seek out and have them tortured!\"

She looked into its eyes then pressed her lips to its hooves and bent to her work, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The centaur laughed at her servitude and forced her to clean its entire body.

\"My god Bahamut who through Tiamats wishes has created me – allow me her as a slave! Forever naked and linked to the horse. She shall only eat my seed for her food...my excrement shall feed her as well!\"

The dragon chuckled and held and fondled her while the stallion again raped her loins. When he was finished the dragon tied her arms around the centaur\'s barrel so she was staring at its huge balls. Against her own will she found herself licking them, covering them with a layer of her own spit. Again she found herself cleaning her own juices from the cock of a beast. Her legs were tied between the centaur’s front legs and her head forced under its tail. As it reared in triumph her breasts stuck out just in front of the horse\'s haunches. She felt them heavy with milk. The centaur noticed this as well and slowly fondled, then milked her breasts. Soon, pearly drops form on her nipples and the centaur bent his head to taste them.

\"A brood mare and a milk cow! Wonderful!\"

\"Now,\" said the dragon, \"I shall hunt down her family and we shall truly have fun.\"

The End