Wrangling the Wyrm

The forest was eerily quiet, not a bird was in the air nor a squirrel or mouse in the underbrush flitting about in their often thought of insignificant lives. It was... unsettling, you thought to yourself. When was the last time this old beaten path outside of your family's farm land had been this quiet? Last winter? It cut through these woods towards the mountain like a savage knife, lacerating the flesh of the land and yet... nothing.

Treading carefully, you could feel the frock of your tunic becoming dirtier by the moment as you lugged the calf along on your trek, the rocks much too precarious for her tiny hooves to navigate without delaying your trip further than it already had been wresting her from her mother's side. "One of these days, this cow'll be able to do this herself, I swear...", you irritably thought.

Your build was stringy at best with small amounts of muscle to assist you in carrying the bags of wheat your father traded to the local village, to be ground into grain and baked into loaves of bread for sure. The cows you raised were slaughtered towards the winter in order for some meat preserves to be kept, and the first leaves of autumn were beginning to shed their jubilant green for a more subdued red, orange, or brown. Fantastic.

A distant shuffling noise caught your ears, close to the springs your family used to allow your chattle to drink. In response, your stead began to try to wrestle out of your grip and lowed softly, as if she knew what was soon to come and change your life forever. Then it came, ever distant at first and climaxing in a powerful rumbling crescendo.

It was... a woman... with fins in the place of her ears and obsidian horns growing from her skull? No, it was a monster, and a hungry one at that. She smacks headlong into you like a rampaging bull, knocking the wind directly out of you and onto the sloping dirt of the road. The calf can be heard through dim fogginess lowing and running off, the brass bell clanging in the distance. Shit.

Through periods of unconsciousness and almost clarified lucidity you can tell that this captor is transporting you... but where? Her hands are massive green claws, her lower body where a woman's legs would be are a dark greenish-brown tail who's mass denotes that she could easily murder you if she saw the chance to, but this was something else... something... much more grim.

"Wake... up.. husband", a woman's voice. Her voice. Your head ached from the long black out from her onslaught but a quick sweep denoted the new surroundings. It was a cave of some kind, possibly on the mountain and it was DANK and cold. She notices your shivering and slithers closer, her amber eyes locked on you.

Was this it? Also, "husband"? What the hell?

"This is the part where you eat me, correct? After all, the tales always speak of man-eating drago--", her ample and soft breasts found your face, your hostess' face flushing red as she sighs softly. "Will... give... children..", she says. Her body was fiercely hot, and it finally dawned what she planned to do. Unfortunately, in response to the stimuli your "mushroom" was reacting quite tenaciously himself. Maybe she wouldn't notice and leave you be.

"I'm... Bern...", the words soft, almost cooing. Unfortunately, she noticed the rail spike you were sporting and swiftly made work of your pants with those claws. Not built for dexterity, but she made sure not to harm the man she called "husband".

What followed next was almost too good to be true, Bern slowly slid her tail around the lengths of your body and encapsulated everything from your waist down, keeping the throbbing member locked on with those amber eyes of hers.

"Look... ugh... Bern. I'm sure you're quite hospitable... but i'm not really one to want to get married right NOW--!", your plea falls on deaf ears as this voluptuous specimen calling herself Bern slowly began to slide your phallus in between the small gap of what would've been human legs, the heat from her lower mouth almost melting your cock in an instant. A sickly smell of melting cheese and honey fills your nostrils as you realize she was SOAKED from the moment she captured you, her love juices staining your member as she continue to massage for more than a minute.

So, she wanted sex... is that it? Easy enough, this wouldn't be the first wench you've laid in your meager 20 years, but surely this "Bern" would let you leave after you pleasured her enough. Your counterattack was swift and much rewarded, the softness of her ample bosom sinking into your hands and being oh so pleasurable to knead like dough.

Bern's sighs were more than enough reward, "More... give me... more...", she replies before laying down, her massive body weight pinning you to the ground and smooshing her entire front half onto you. The electricity was almost tangible as your new wife lets out a loud "Ahyyaaaaaaaa~" from your body heat. "You want more? Fine then, take it all!", thrusting forward with what little movement you could muster.

Her lips yielded almost too easily, like they had been dipped in the finest body oil the East could procure, but the heat of her vagina. The HEAT was immeasurable, the walls wrapping around your shaft like a sticky tunnel that just would not let up. Taking the initiative while you kneaded, Bern began to rock slowly, a shock hitting you both as you could feel the tip of your peck kissing the entrance to her womb.

It goes on for what feels like an eternity, Bern rocking with your cock while you kneaded her breasts. Coming close to a climax, a brilliant plan pops into your head right before your new wife looks down and whispers "Children... give me... your seed", and "Love... you... husband...".

"Oi... Bern, come here", you say before she inquistively leans closer, her soft lips gleaming with moisture looking ever delicious you reach up and pull her head down before interlocking in a massive kiss with this Wyrm. The reaction is immediate as your tongues begin to dance, her vagina tightening even more around your member. The pressure was too much and in a final master stroke, you release. A supernova of white paints the inside of her womb and tunnel, marking it with your manscent and spilling out a little as your lover collapses to the side, releasing her grasp on you with her tail.

Leaning over, you simply wrap your arm around this massive dragon-woman and bring her closer, her breasts resting on your side as she nuzzles your neck softly. "It was... no use... to run... husband... I will always... find you...", Bern sighed softly.

Looking at her, you merely smile and reply back with "I could never do that, now of all times. If you're to be my wife, so be it, Bern... if my destiny is to live my days as the Lord of a clan of monsters, then I shall accept it... just be ready to prove your love, wife. For my spirits are high~". Noting your enthusiasm, your wife merely kisses your neck before sleep takes you both.