A Pleasant Nightmare

A Pleasant Nightmare v1.00
Tags: dragongrill on man, virgin, inexperience, missionary, rough sex, comedy
Dedicated to cuteanon.

Synopsis: The infamous dragongirl (dragongrill, or just Grill) crushes on a traveler and her friends get a crazy idea to help her get laid. To everyone's surprise, she's not just chaste, she's an outright virgin, and she fumbles through her first sexual experience with hilarious results.


	The sounds of life filled the air. The crickets chirped, the birds sang, and the cicadas droned. The lush, hilly, green forests extended to the horizon on all sides, with only a small mountain range breaking the view of green to the east. Through the vast woods stretched a single paved road. Occasionally, a squirrel or two would bolt across it before vanishing into the treeline on the other side.

	Upon the dusty road, a man rode his horse at a leisurely pace. He was a handsome sort, with beautiful flowing locks of auburn and a chin that appeared chiseled from marble by a master craftsman. The mail he wore shimmered in the rays of the burning sun, his heraldry proudly displayed upon his mantle. The mighty steed upon which he was seated slowly clopped along with its head low, snatching any wayward patches of grass up with its teeth. It had apparently mastered the esoteric art of eating around the bit in its mouth.

	The bushes by the side of the path rustled, but it was not with the wind. A large scaled tail swished left and right out of the knight’s sight, extending from a curvy rump. Within the leaves of the foliage, peering with her crimson irises, a woman stared at the pretty fellow in fascination. Her long black horns poked out from the top of the bush, and the occasional puff of smoke issued from her nostrils.

	Behind the voyeur, a green kobold stalked, hidden in the branches of a venerable oak. She watched the oblivious dragon girl sneak around the bushes to follow the mounted traveler, curiosity giving way to realization and understanding. A subdued grin spread across her muzzle, and she slipped out of the tree and trotted away, a plan already forming in her mind.




	The dragon girl stomped into the cavernous cave and flopped down on the pile of gold and assorted valuables in the corner, sighing deeply as she nestled her head against her precious hoard. Her long, unkempt blonde hair spilled over the modest assortment of items, its beautiful sheen blending in with the luster of the materials beneath it. The morning had passed, and the sun was high in the sky. The feeling of the soft, cool metals against her skin was marvelous, and the instinct of seeking its comfort from time to time was strong within her.

	Her succor was interrupted by the hushed voice coming from the other side of the mountain abode. She cracked one eye open and looked at her friends who were chatting very seriously about something with their backs to her. One was a green-scaled kobold with prominent ridged brows, dressed in little more than her birthday suit, and the other was a real dragon, covered in resplendent blue and white feathers, with strips of pink bordering the two colors.

	The dragon communicated telepathically rather than attempting to use her unsuitable vocal chords and mouth to mimic human speech as some of her kind did, but she usually transmitted her voice to everyone in the area. This time she was deliberately only speaking with the ‘bold, which was rather odd. On top of that, despite the dragon girl’s unnaturally keen hearing, she could only understand a few bits of the kobold’s dialogue. They both apparently intended to keep whatever it was a secret from their half-dragon companion, and she was fine with that.

	Or so she thought, but it nagged at her. Curiosity and perhaps some small amount of jealousy took hold, and she crept off of her gold to quietly, stealthily approach her friends. As she neared, the unintelligible whispers evolved into something she could decipher. “…and I think this would be really fun for all of us, not just her!” the kobold said. The blonde monster girl accidentally kicked a small pebble aside as she came near, and both of the conversing ones turned to see her in surprise. She smiled and waved.

	“What are you two talking about?” she asked innocently.

	The kobold and the dragon exchanged glances, then looked back at their friend. The green one seized the initiative. “Just some plans to visit a nearby village! I think you should come with us this time!”

	The dragon girl frowned. “Why would I? I hate humans. You know I hate humans. They’re smelly, arrogant, idiotic beasts. I don’t care if you guys do it, but leave me out of it!” she said, putting her draconic, clawed hands on her curvy hips haughtily.

	The kobold fought very hard to suppress the giggle that nearly escaped her lips. “And what’s with that look? What’s so funny, Sim?” the blonde girl asked, naturally growing angry at the idea of being made fun of.

	“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Now, uh, Linda, let’s go to the village and get out of Dragon’s hair, eh?” Simmer suggested, and the lady dragon named Linda glanced at the seething hybrid and back at the ‘bold, nodding after seeing that the situation would likely not improve if they stayed. She crawled to the mouth of the cave on her hind legs and the reinforced nubs on the top of her wings like a bat. The short green one followed her and climbed up her wing to straddle her long neck, waving goodbye to Dragon before the true dragon beneath her trotted forward to the edge of the outcropping just outside the hollow and leaped from it.

	She dived down, the wind whistling around her feathery form for a few moments before she had picked up the appropriate speed. Her wings extended wide, catching the wind and immediately arresting her descent as she soared over the vast green wilderness below. A few minutes of flapping her great and powerful wings later, and she was high in the sky, gliding on the vast currents of air that carried her faster than her own strength could.

	“That went well,” Linda communicated mentally to the kobold hanging onto her fluffy countenance. “Nice save, I’m sure her frustration at us constantly trying to get her to do something other than hunting, sleeping, and robbing travelers of their valuables blinded her to how obvious your lie was.”

	“Hey, it was the only thing that made sense! I didn’t know how much she heard, so I just figured she’d lose interest if it was the usual thing,” Simmer said, her voice muffled in the feathers she clung to for warmth and security. The dragon’s hearing was accustomed to filtering out the wind’s noise, which was convenient for holding a conversation with someone on her back.

	“I still haven’t agreed to participate in this tomfoolery,” Linda said telepathically, flapping her wings once, lazily.

	“Come on, you weren’t there, I’m telling you she was totally crushing on the guy! How many times have you seen her get it on since she moved in with us? Zero. Don’t you find that suspicious? She can whine about how much she dislikes people all she wants, but healthy women need healthy relationships! Unless you want her to end up as a miserable old spinster who has a little too much of an obsession with her hoard of magical, phallus-shaped gold thingies…”

	“I doubt she needs our help bedding the common mortal. She’s a dragon, or was one at least. It comes quite naturally,” the dragon said. “And I’ll have you know, gilded phalluses are a legitimate time-honored treasure to our kind. They also serve as wonderful back-scratchers. Even I have one, not that I’ll tell you where I’ve hidden it.”

	“Yeah, but even you get laid every now and then!” the green ‘bold said, as subtle and soft-spoken as a sledgehammer.

	“Yes, I do, but it is not as if I – wait, what do you mean by ‘even you?’ Are you trying to imply that I am incapable of sexual urges?” the colorful serpent said, twisting her neck back to glare at her companion.

	“Nope, just that you’re stuck up about it all,” Simmer said with a smile.

	“Well! At least I don’t behave like a brute the moment I feel aroused!” the dragon scoffed.

	“Hey, I just do what needst be done, you big fluffy brainiac. Ooh! There he is! Down there! On the road! Dive, Raindancer, dive!”



	The unlucky dragon girl’s rest was interrupted a second time by the return of her companions. Grumbling and stretching out to give them a piece of her mind, she turned to see Simmer dragging the limp body of a familiar-looking man adorned in fancy armor into the cave while Linda crawled in and went straight for her books, obsessively checking to make sure they were all still there and intact as she was wont to do. The dragon girl being left alone in their shared abode by herself for any stretch of time tended to result in horrifying destruction of personal property if she was malcontented with one or both of her roommates.

	“What in the actual hells is he doing here?!” Dragon roared, bolting to her feet and pointing at the knight. The green ‘bold looked up at her furious companion and shrugged.

	“Consider him a gift! He’s all yours! Oogle him, snog him, shag him, whatever you’d like!” she said, leaning him against a wall, brushing one of his long wavy bangs out of his eyes, and making a dramatic gesture towards him. The blonde hybrid seethed, her hands curling into fists as she stomped towards the unwanted guest.

	“A gift? A gift?! You think I’d ever enjoy myself with a human?! Pah! I told you before, I am a dragon! I only harbor such feelings for those of my race!” she yelled, shaking her fist at the kobold menacingly as smoke began to trail from her lips.

	“I don’t know, Grill, you seemed to really enjoy looking at him before! Eh? Eh?” Simmer said, wiggling her spiky brows suggestively. The dragon’s scale-peppered cheeks flushed, and she stared at the ground.

	“You – you saw that?! I was just interested in his, uh, armor! It’s nice and shiny!” said the fire-breathing woman whom Simmer affectionately called Grill.

	“Oh come off it, he’s gorgeous and you know it. Heck, I’ll be honest with you, I’d really like to jump him myself,” the ‘bold said, glancing down at his dreamy, passed out face.

	“Oh, he’s definitely a fabulous fellow, but you promised you’d at least let Dragon have the first go, you harlot,” Linda called telepathically from across the cave as she engaged herself in sorting her books.

	“I didn’t say I’d do it! Gods, calm down!” Simmer groaned, rubbing her face with one of her hands.

	“I don’t care if he is beautiful, I absolutely refuse to mate with this filthy monkey! Only dragons for me!” the dragon girl said vehemently, crossing her arms and snorting.

	“Again, with the dragons. I’m beginning to think you may be suffering from an unhealthy obsession, Grill.”

	“I most certainly am not!” the dragon girl yelled, her frustration and anger mounting.

	“Then prove it, have sex with this delicious stud. Go ahead, we’ll watch,” the green kobold said, grinning wildly.

	“You mean, you’ll watch. I have much more important matters to attend to,” the colorful winged serpent said as her tomes were arranged on the wooden shelves by invisible magical forces.

	“Nobody’s watching anything! This is not going to happen, and that’s final!”

	“You know, even Linda bumps uglies with humans from time to time,” Simmer said, wagging a finger.

	“Yeah, well, she’s weird, okay?”

	“What?! No! Plenty of dragons do it with people, I am not strange for being one of them!” the ruler of wind projected mentally.

	“See? Just because you prefer dragons, it’s not really a reason to not bang a particularly choice human,” the kobold said triumphantly.

	“This is different! It’s much bigger than that! I don’t want to give a human my virginity!” Dragon proclaimed.

	 “Wait, wait wait wait, ha ha, oh wow, are you actually a virgin?” the green-scaled one asked, giggling uncontrollably. The hovering books across the cave all dropped to the ground and the winged serpent trotted nearer, her interest piqued.

	“Dragon, our Dragon, is a pure maiden? No, no, I don’t believe it.”

	“Well, it’s true, alright? It’s not a big deal. Don’t make this into a big deal. Hey, listen to me. It’s perfectly normal,” the blonde dragon girl said, desperately trying to dissuade her friends from pursuing the topic further. She was spectacularly unsuccessful, as the kobold immediately began to strip the knight of his heavy mail and equipment. “No! Stop that! I’m not going to do this!” she protested, up until the tunic under the mail came off and she saw the man’s bulky, chiseled chest, and her tail swished back and forth excitedly.

	“By the gods, you weren’t lying, Simmer. She’s totally enraptured with him!” Linda said telepathically as she watched the hybrid stare hungrily at the handsome lad.

	“You guys aren’t listening to me! This means a lot to me, and I don’t want my first time to be with anything other than a dragon!” the blonde yelled.

	“But Dragon, don’t you want to be able to please your future draconic lovers? If you have no experience or skill, you’ll be out of your league. In fact, most dragons shapeshift and lose their virginity to humanoids for practice purposes, since it’s so easy, you know? All my old friends did,” the blue, white, and pink feathered dragon explained.

	“They did?” the blonde asked, trying to keep her eyes off of the knight as more bits of his armor and clothes came off and failing miserably.

	“Yes! It’s simply a matter of practicality. I can tell you from personal experience that a romance is much, much deeper when it is backed up by the fires of passion, and passion is fueled by lust, raw lust that must be sated!”

	“Or, you know, in layman’s terms, sex is just way more fun if you’re good at it,” Simmer suggested as she yanked the man’s boots off. Next came his pants. Dragon shifted nervously as she saw his soft member appear, a bead of sweat running down her face.

	“It’s perfectly normal for a dragon to do something like that?” she asked, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.

	“Perfectly!” Linda said.

	“Maybe I should do it,” the dragon girl muttered, her heart pounding. “He is a rather pretty sort. I know, I’ll make this an exception! The sole exception, only so I can get experience!”

	“Whatever you gotta tell yourself to justify it, honey,” the kobold shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with having a healthy sex drive.”

	“Your definition of ‘healthy’ is suspect as always, my dear Simmerscale,” the real dragon said. She glanced at the nude man laying against the cave wall and blinked a few times. Suddenly, rainbow-like magical energies emanated from her frame, and she glowed a pure white as her shape altered in a flash. When the light faded, she was no longer a dragon, but a tall and slender woman. Her skin was close to the shade she had as a dragon, a flawless dark brown. She wore a stunning and elegant purple cocktail dress, layered diagonally all the way down. Her cleavage was on prominent display. There were feathery accessories on her elbows, shoulders, and adorning her head.  Her lustrous black hair was tied up in a perfect bun, and a single beauty mark below her right eye accented her lithe and exotic allure.

	“Whoa, whoa, why are you going human all of a sudden? Don’t tell me you’re interested in him, too?” Simmer asked as Dragon slowly walked up to the attractive fellow.

	“So what if I am? Does it bother you, oh tiny lewd one?” the violet-clad woman asked.

	“I never took you for the one-night stand kind of lady,” the ‘bold said, astonished.

	“Why not? They can be as romantic as anything else. How do you think I’ve written all of those steamy scenes in my novels? I simply prefer a higher class of gentleman and a higher class of courtship than you.”

	“You don’t even know if he’s a gentleman! And I don’t see any higher level of courtship happening with him passed out in this dank cavern!”

	“We shall see, won’t we?”

	“Damn it Raindancer, you just want to get your rocks off, don’t you?”

	“Well, I am a dragon,” she said, her lips curling into a devious smile.

	“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but could either of you two explain how this works?” Dragon asked as she crouched over the unconscious knight, poking his limp manhood with a claw in fascination.

	“Oh! Well. You should probably wake him up first,” Linda said helpfully.

	“Or you could let him wake up to a nice surprise!” Simmer suggested.

	“Come now, we are not that barbaric. At least let the man get a grip on where he is and what’s happening to him!”

	“It’s more exciting if he doesn’t know, if you ask me,” the kobold said, holding up a finger informatively.

	The dragon girl touched a scaled finger to her chin, thinking on the matter for a while, before she raised a fist and swung it in a hook, smashing the handsome man in the face and knocking him over from the force. His eyelids shot open and he startled, looking around frantically and clutching at his sword, which was not there. His cheek reddened and swelled, slightly tarnishing his appearance.

	“Whuzza- where am I? Who are you people? What do you want with me?!” he yelled, his eyes darting around the dimly light cave at each of the occupants. One was a kobold, another was dressed in a fashion nightmare, and the third had the arms and legs and tail and horns of a dragon and a fierce glare that intimidated him worse than anything else.

	“Oh, great, see? I told you, you should have let him wake up on his own!” Simmer said, rubbing the ridge of her muzzle and putting her other hand on her hip.

	“Hey! Hey! Listen to me!” Grill said, grabbing the man’s shaking head and holding it still. He locked eyes with her, and he saw the vivid crimson of her irises. His hyperventilation faded, and he stopped squirming around. His gaze drifted downward, seeing her voluptuous body. He stared down the crevice of her hanging breasts, gulping down his saliva. His member began to harden reflexively.

	“Um, I’m listening,” he said, still observing her comely curves.

	“My eyes are up here, human,” she said in a cold tone. He looked up at her face again.

	“Sorry! Sorry! It’s just that you’re so beautiful,” the knight said. “Might that I may know your name?”

	The dragon girl paused, a strange expression crossing the features of her face at the compliment. It almost looked like she was about to smile before she caught herself and glared at the knight instead. “I am Dragon, and that is all you need to know.”

	“That doesn’t sound like a real name,” the man said, only for her to narrow her eyes at him.

	“I care not what you think, human. Now, I will tell you what we are going to do. We are going to have sex, and you will not speak a word during it. Your voice is nowhere near as attractive as your physiognomy, unfortunately. If you ruin this for me, I will snap your neck!” the blonde fiercely growled. The handsome fellow gulped nervously, nodding, but his rod softened. She did not miss that fact.

	“Hey! I didn’t tell you to go all squishy! Get hard again!” Grill said furiously.

	“It’d help if you didn’t keep scaring him half to death,” Linda said, sighing.

	“Yeah! If you want a man to be stiff, you gotta give him something first!” Simmer said.

	“In other words, you need to set the atmosphere and get him in the mood. Try kissing him,” the tall woman suggested.

	“Kissing? Nah, that’s boring! Kiss his dick! That’ll get him ready in a jiffy!” the kobold countered.

	“Alright! Shut up! I get it!” the dragon girl snarled. Due to how poorly following the winged serpent’s advice had gone before, she decided to give her less-refined companion’s advice a try. She scooted back and leaned down, her face approaching the knight’s groin as he watched in utter fascination. She hesitated for a moment, then planted her full, warm lips on his flaccid penis, and she recoiled when it practically jerked against her. The manhood quickly reached half-mast as the man squirmed awkwardly.

	“See? It works like a charm! Now lick it a few times to get it the rest of the way, then take it into your mouth and suck on it!”

	“What are you telling her to do?! My goodness!” Linda said, outraged at the little one’s coaching. “She’s a maiden, not a harlot!”

	“Just the basics, my dear dragon. Watch, I bet she’s a natural!” the lewd ‘bold said, her eyes wide with excitement. Her hands moved up and balled into fists, resting beneath her chin as she watched eagerly, a giggle escaping her lips every now and then.

	Dragon took a deep breath and told herself internally that all this hassle was totally not worth it. Still, she resolved to go through with it just so she could avoid the inevitable future teasing about her virginity. She bent further down, placing her hands on his thighs, and ran her tongue over the appendage, her brow furrowing at its taste. It was unpleasant, but at least it was not offensive. As the kobold had claimed, the length did grow much larger, twitching gently against her pink tongue. She pulled back and smacked her lips as her nose crinkled, and then she went back in and ran her pink flesh all the way from his base to his tip. Again, the flavor bothered her, but she endured it.

	On the other hand, Grill found herself enjoying the way it was making the pretty man grunt and writhe weakly. It almost felt too easy, but then, this was a mere human before her, not anything as proud and mighty as a dragon. She glanced up at the green kobold, who nodded, and then looked at the turgid shaft before her. She took a deep breath, and then her face descended down as her lips opened wide and she accepted the first few inches of his length into her warm mouth.

	 The Adonis breathed heavily as he watched her head sink down on his member.  A bead of sweat rolled down his face as he felt her gently suckling around him, the wet and warm sensation marvelously pleasant. He could tell she was inexperienced, but she was genuine, and too beautiful for him to dislike it. She experimented with running her tongue around him and bobbing her head slowly, noting the particular ways she could make him even more aroused than before. Slowly, she gathered courage, and the taste no longer bothered her.

	“Aww yeah, girl, go all the way!” the kobold cheered.

	“Simmerscale! You’re teaching her filth!” Linda said.

	“No, Raindancer, I’m teaching her how to get down! Go for it, Grill!”

	So the blonde did, feeling awkward and self-conscious, but willing to try what her friend was suggesting. She took more of it in, feeling more and more confident right up until it touched her uvula, and she reflexively gagged. Simmer instantly recognized what was happening, and was unable to keep from laughing uproariously. The inexperienced girl sputtered and lost her balance, trying to pull off of him hastily. Unfortunately, the deadly sharp tips of her horns poked into his chest and dragged up it painfully. Two long, bloody scratches ran up his chiseled abs, and he winced in pain, hissing and clutching at his gut. The dragon girl came off of him and coughed lightly, wiping the slowly forming tears away from the corners of her eyes. His pillar softened almost instantly. She blinked the fogginess out of her sight, looked down, and groaned.

	“Crap! Damn!” Grill exclaimed, slamming her palm into her forehead.

	“Oh no, Dragon, are you alright? I told you this was a bad idea!” the Raindancer said, shaking her head sadly.

	“Oh, she was doing fine, she just needs more practice is all,” the kobold said, before bursting into a new round of laughter as she held her gut and gasped for air.

	“No, no, it’s alri-“ the knight tried to say, only for the dragon girl to punch him right in the eye, shutting him up instantly at the cost of causing it to swell shut and darken almost instantly. Combined with his red and swollen cheek, his handsomeness was beginning to be lost in the multitude of the wounds she had inflicted on him.

	“I told you not to say anything! Do it again and I am so roasting you!” Grill growled, a puff of fire and smoke pouring out from behind her sharp, white teeth as proof. Then she turned, glaring at the giggling kobold and the transformed serpent and pointing at them furiously. “You two! What else can I do? I need this dirtbag primed and ready right the fuck now, before I throttle him!”

	“Well, um. Foreplay usually consists of gentle tugging of the male member while you stroke your loins, so that you will be well-lubricated and he will be firm,” Linda said.

	“Yeah! Jack him off! That should work!” said Simmer.

	Grill glanced down between her legs, ran a finger along her puffy slit, and lifted it up, revealing the slickness on it. “Right. One down.” She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his flaccid, saliva-soaked rod, gently stroking it up and down. Her scales were smooth and hard, a strange, but not unwelcome sensation to the man. Despite the pain he felt from his injuries, he was already erect in no time at all. Now that she was able to just look at it and the man it was connected to, the dragon girl felt a more tangible feeling of glee at the way he reacted to her ministrations. He throbbed in her grasp as she slowly pumped him up and down, and despite herself, she found a smile crossing her lips.

	Subconsciously, her thighs slowly parted as she crouched, granting the man a view of what lay between them, and while he had only one functional eye at the moment, he found such a view powerfully scintillating. The lad panted, feeling his arousal growing to dangerous levels as she picked up the pace of her rubbing. However, to his dismay, he could feel her grip tightening past the point of comfort, clearly unaware of her own strength. He almost gasped out his concerns, but the threat of receiving another punch cowed him.
	And then, the pressure became unbearable. “Agh!” he cried, flailing his arms as she let go of him in surprise. Once more, he fell soft, and the dragon girl screamed in frustration, running her hands through her hair.

	“You stupid, stupid man! Why didn’t you just say I was squeezing too hard? Gods!” Grill shouted, throwing her hands up out of exasperation. The stupid, stupid man wisely resisted the urge to mention the obvious truth for his own sake. He instead opted to sigh and reach down to gingerly touch his poor throttled manhood.

	“I pity that guy,” the ‘bold said.

	“He is certainly brave for putting up with her unreasonable attitude. Hopefully she grows out of that,” the purple-adorned woman said.

	“Oh, I’ll show you unreasonable!” the blonde one screeched, nearly diving at her friends right then and there. However, she held back. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned back to the man. She, of course, was utterly chagrinned for her constant errors and, on some level, just wanted to please the pretty mortal before her and be pleased in return. Unfortunately, her morale was dropping fast, and it showed on her face. The man noticed it in her features, and, unable to do much else to try and cheer her up, gave her a wide smile, showing the gap from the couple of teeth she had knocked out earlier. Her hand moved to her lips and she stifled a giggle, which turned into a more hearty laughter when she glanced down and saw said teeth on the stone floor.

	She laughed for several seconds, the stress and discomfort and shame melting right out of her. When she settled down, she sighed, brushed some wayward blonde locks out of her crimson eyes, and leaned in to the man. He shifted nervously, fearful for what she would do next, only for her to brush her lips over his neck. The knight gulped as she proceeded to lick and gently suckle on it, painfully aware of how close her fangs were to his jugular and his carotid artery. At the same time, the careful passion and impromptu nature of the act was incredibly arousing, and he was rock hard in an instant.

	“Wait, I didn’t tell her to do that. Did you tell her to do that mentally or something?” Simmerscale asked her companion.

	“No! She must just be following her instincts,” Linda said, watching with glittering eyes, enraptured in the tenderness she was watching.

	“Well, her instincts are pretty damn smooth, then.”

	The dragon girl backed off when she felt the pulsing heat of his length brushing against her navel, glancing down with a pleased look on her blushing face. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stepped over the man and lowered herself down, grabbing his member to guide it into her eager vulva. With a bit of effort, she managed to push it in and lower her hips down onto it. She hissed sharply, experiencing the combined discomfort and electric excitement of her first penetration. Despite what the kobold was expecting, however, there was no blood.

	“I was wondering if she had a maidenhead,” the kobold said.

	“Dragons don’t have them, typically, no. They serve no real purpose,” the winged serpent explained.

	“Yeah, but she looks like a human with dragon bits, there’s no telling if she does or doesn’t until you see it with your own eyes,” the small green woman pointed out. Linda simply shrugged in response.

	Grill gasped and her brow furrowed as she felt herself slowly acclimating to the strange, titillating new sensations of fullness and warmth. He, on the other hand, felt her walls twitching around him, warm and soft as silk, but tight much like the rest of her toned form. She lowered herself down further, straddling the knight and reaching out to grip his shoulders with her powerful hands. Now that she was here, though, she had no real clue what to do next. She shifted her weight experimentally, and found the resulting pleasure rather nice. She deduced by the man’s reaction that it was the correct thing to do.

	The blonde proceeded to shift around on him a few more times, clumsily working out more and more pleasure for herself. Almost immediately, the handsome guy yelped as her claws dug into the flesh of his shoulders and drew blood, and she loosened her grasp on him, but every time she moved, she found herself doing it again despite her best efforts. The pain she inflicted on him every couple of moments was killing his erection rapidly in spite of her superb body. Frustrated, she let out a groan and let go of him, choosing instead to hold her hands up over her head just so that she would not risk doing anything further to ruin the moment.

	Slowly, but surely, she spurred him back into the mood as she shifted back and forth, but that was all she knew how to do, and even then, she occasionally lost her balance and nearly fell off of him, ruining the unsteady and shallow rhythm she had developed. It was not terribly exciting for either of them, despite her lovely beauty and his handsomeness. When she glanced at his face and saw his expression, her spirits sank.

	“It’s not very good, is it? I knew it. I knew this would happen. I don’t have a damn clue what I’m doing. Might as well just give up. I can’t believe I wasted all this time, for nothing!” she growled, her face contorting into a grimace. The knight simply looked at her, then, before she could react, he suddenly lunged forward, tackling her backwards onto the stone floor of the cave. Positioned over her with her legs spread wide, he stared into her eyes and she stared into his, an awkward moment passing between them.

	“Oh my!” cooed Linda and the kobold, almost in unison.

	“Get off of me right the fuck now, you filthy swine!” the dragon girl roared, her fury at being taken advantage of bubbling over. Smoke poured from her lips as she prepared to vomit up a gout of flame into his face. However, rather than listening to her for once, the man simply pushed his hips down, pressing his length into her. She stopped, her hands going to the bedrock beside her and scraping marks into it with her claws as she tried to grip something reflexively. A strange expression crossed her countenance. Her brow furrowed, her lips almost curled into a smile, her cheek twitched, and her eyes unfocused. While he had no clue what that was supposed to mean, he simply bucked into her again, starting to build up a rhythm. With his proper skill, and her being fully adjusted to the penetration, the pleasure was immense compared to before, staggering the blonde and leaving her breathless.

	"Oh!" she cried. Before long, she was panting and sweating, her thighs tightening around the experienced lover on top of her. He, too, was enjoying himself much more, as evidenced by the lusty grunts he gave with every heavy thrust into her. His hands were planted firmly on both sides of her, but he looked at her breasts as they bounced from the force of his pace, and he grabbed one of them to massage and caress it. The new sensation drove Grill wild, forcing raunchy moans and trails of smoke out of her mouth. As anyone would expect from a virgin, she had little stamina and was particularly sensitive. Only a few minutes of passionate humping in, she was already on the verge of orgasm, and the strange approaching threshold felt both scary and thrilling to her.

	“Wow, they’re really going at it,” Linda said, her own cheeks getting flushed at the sight.

	“No kidding. I guess we probably should have told her to let him handle it from the start. He’s pretty good, but any knight who looks that good would be,” Simmer said.

	Dragon’s mouth hung open, her skin glistening, the blush on her cheeks such a deep red that it almost blended in with the specks of scales on them. Her hands shot from the rock to wrap around his neck as she felt lightning jolting through her body. She gasped and arched her back, all control leaving her muscles. Just as he felt her walls clamp down and ripple around his member, the knight choked as she strangled him accidentally, unable to breathe. His vision grew cloudy and his body felt weak, yet to his surprise, his arousal skyrocketed higher than ever before. With his last second of mental clarity, he managed to pull out of her just before a stream of semen shot out, spilling all over the comely dragon maiden’s face and chest in thick, ropey strands.

	Both participants felt a seemingly endless bliss for several moments, the female’s grip on his throat slowly relaxing enough for him to breathe as she came down from heaven. He gasped for air, but his eyes were still crossed from the ecstasy and oxygen deprivation. He rolled off of her and promptly passed out.

	Grill’s self-awareness came back slowly, but when she realized she was coated in white stuff, she sat up, wiping some of it off and staring at it in her hands. Smoke poured from her nostrils, her face contorting with anger. “You… you… disgusting, awful, sick scum! Gods, what the hell?!”

	“I think he’s earned more than that by now, Dragon,” the winged serpent said. “I mean, you kind of roughed him up something fierce.”

	“I didn’t give him permission to cum all over me! It’s disgusting! It’s even in my hair! Oh my god! I’ll kill him!”

	“Grill! You knocked him out! Now we can’t have a go with him!” Simmer whined.

	“I don’t think that’s the issue at hand, kobold!” Linda exclaimed.

	“How is it not?”

	“Both of you, shut up! Just get this wretch out of here before I decide to try making human jerky!”

	“But you enjoyed it, right? You liked it?” the ‘bold asked.

	“No! It was terrible! I’ll never have sex with a mortal again!”




	The knight awoke on the side of the road, in a ditch. He rolled onto his back, his armor clinking as he squinted at the sun, which was well past noon. He felt his face and groaned, stumbling to his feet. He checked his teeth, happy to find that they were all still present, even though a few felt a bit tingly, similar to the sensation of healing magic. Of course, he thought, it could also just be a concussion, which would explain the vivid dreams he had while he was out. His horse walked up to him, and he reached out and rubbed its muzzle, smiling a little. “Guess I fell off and hit my head pretty badly, eh pal? Lucky I’m still here. Let’s get going.” He climbed into the stirrup and set off, continuing on his way, though a lingering feeling in the back of his head told him he should definitely try asphyxiating himself the next time he was with a lovely maiden.



	For many years after, travelers who passed through the region would tell tales of dragons that kidnapped and seduced them. Nobody would ever believe them, because that was silly talk, the kind of thing lonely travelers make up just to feel better about themselves. There was one correlation between all the ones who claimed to have been taken by the three dragons, though. They were all rather handsome fellows.