Dragon's Lewd Adventure

>Caw!
>Come down at once!
Sara sneezed into a small rock in her hand and threw it at the Magpie Harpy circling overhead with a gotlet in her claws. Soot fell off of it in an arc, finally striking the cup part of the goblet. It dented.
>That's my treasure! I'll grill and eat you! Bird-brain!
>Caw! Fuuuck youuuu~



That afternoon we dropped our bags at my house and went off to play at the ruins. Well, I called it playing. She got all indignant and insisted that we were executing an excavation. She wouldn't even hold my hand before I apologized to her. I obviously did. I could feel the cool fall air ripple with her hot breath immediately afterwards.

The old castle was a good fifteen minutes' walk from the new one. While the new one was immaculately restored and used as a museum, this one was, well... It was destroyed in battle like 1500 years ago and just left like that. Most of the above-surface features had become piles of stone and ash centuries ago, but many of the cellars and tunnels were still more-or-less intact.

Those tunnels were exactly where we were going. They weren't exactly safe, and we weren't exactly supposed to go there. We still did, or she did and dragged me along. I figured we were going to just poke around a little - it turns out she knew exactly what she was doing. She led me down tunnels and stairs until we reached some kind of an ancient cellar.



>Listen, Sara, are you sure it's safe down here? The walls won't collapse on us or anything?
I suddenly felt her scaly hands around my waist. I felt hot air blow out of her nose and onto my nape.
>The walls will not collapse. But... You're not safe down here. I will eat you up~
She spun me around and kissed me right on the lips.
>I have the upper hand this time~ You can't embarrass me now!
She pushed me onto the floor and crawled on top of me.
>You're going to be the one crying this time!

Her claws climbed up and down my sides. After five minutes, I was laughing. After ten - gasping for breath. After fifteen - crying. She cackled as she tickled and tickled me, her golden hair gently brushing my face. I had to beg her to stop before the torture ended. As I lay there, on my back on the ancient gravel under her, she brushed her hair behind her ear.

She bent down to kiss me. I inhaled her hot breath. It almost burned my nostrils. I could tell she was a little more embarrassed than her face or words let on. Her hands were firmly planted to the sides of my face. I took the chance to go for a little revenge. I lifted my hands to her armpits and traced her gentle curves down her sides all the way down to her knees. Her face didn't even budge. My face must have sank.



After what must have been an hour of frenzied cuddling, she finally let me rise. My lips were parched from the hot air blowing into me the whole time. I noticed a glint in her eye as she rose.
>Look! LOOK! A new goblet!
She dug into the pile with her claws. She unearthed a copper goblet and gleefully rubbed it against her cheek.
>It's my first find! I'm so happy!

She twirled and danced her way up the corridors, only stopping every once in a while to kiss me on the cheek. I had to shield my eyes from the sun as she made it to the light. Her beautiful golden hair twinkled like gold and fire in the evening sun. Suddenly there was a flash of black, white, and blue.

I ran into the open air. A Magpie Harpy had stolen her goblet and sat perched on one of the few standing walls.
>Caw!



And there we were. The harpy was screeching in the air, being pelted with hot stones. Sara was getting more and more angry and frustrated with each stone. Soon I heard her sniffle and ran over to hug her. It didn't help. She sobbed, then cried silently, and then cried aloud.
>No...! That's my goblet! My first find... That shit-bird took it from me...!

The harpy landed in front of me as Sara cried into my shoulder.
>Listen, I... I'm sorry. I didn't think it was that important...
She handed the goblet to me. I could barely make out her words over Sara's wails.
>Please tell her I'm sorry, okay?

She flapped off on her way as Sara's tears slowly died down. Once she was down to sobbing, I showed her the goblet. Her red eyes gleamed again. Then she looked embarrassed, and furrowed her brow.
>If you tell anyone about this, I'm going to burn you. Not a word, you hear!?
She hugged me with bone-crushing force and sighed. I wiped away her tears and we set off home.