The Dragon's Gift 1

The Dragon's Gift, part 1
By Cornelius
Tags : Femboy, Anal, Traps, Piercings

The heroes were weary and worn down. The last time they’d visited Ruby’s lair was only a few months ago, but each of them looked years older, and half the party was new faces. Samuel was happy to see them anyways, and though Ruby wasn’t very keen on showing weakness, the fact that the great dragon actually walked all the way out of her lair to greet the four of them was proof enough. Ulric, the fighter, was in charge now it seemed. Sir Richard was nowhere to be seen and Sam feared the worst.

Last time he’d seen Ulric, he’d been a drunk and an oaf, but now he was cleaned up, and wearing Richard’s cloak. “Sorry to intrude on your hospitality, but we’re in a bad way,” he mumbled, his eyes glancing between the calm glare from Ruby, and Sam. “Your father’s ear has been taken by a man who I should have killed. We got the blame for the last Gate that opened, lot of people died, and we’re heading north on tale of Archmagus Theomund’s Anchor, so we can hopefully put an end to this skirmish war.”

“The Elf lived many days flight from here, your journey will be long and trying if you must avoid the cities,” Ruby said, using her magic to mask the rumbling of her voice, leaving only the soft, motherly tone. “Take a rest in my home. No soldiers will come for you here, and I know a few kobold tunnels that you can take north through the mountains to avoid eyes,” Ruby continued as she stepped aside and arched her wing over the lair entrance.

“Thank you m’lady Dragon,” Ulric said as he bowed his head and turned back to the party. “Hurry up, it’s warm and dry,” he ordered, and the newcomers all hurried inside.

Melia took the rear of the party and instead of entering the lair, walked up behind Sam and slapped him on the back hard enough that he jumped forward, his chains and jewelry clattering against his body. Melia was a wild beast of a woman, or at least had been. Now her hair was tied back and brushed, her teeth clean, and she no longer had war paint all over her lovely face. The greatsword hanging over her shoulder was as massive as always however, and her exuberant grin revealed her fangs. “You’ve really taken a liking to the old girl, haven’t you, Prince?”

Sam blushed and glanced up at his Mistress. “Yes, I have. Much better than living in a palace where brother is set against brother to inherit the throne,” he answered as he turned around and straightened up. Rather than some stuffy suit and robe, he was now in garments of Ruby’s designs. Thick bands of gold were wrapped around his arms, a silver chain studded with rubies was tight around his neck, and silk strips so thin you could almost see through them covered his body, only lightly obscuring the thin chain connecting his nipples to his privates.

Melia wasn’t wearing much more, so there was no judgement in her eyes. She just smiled and waved him inside as she followed behind Ulric. Sam was quick on her heels and Ruby walked in last so that she wouldn’t have to watch underfoot. The party was quickly shown to the renovated quarters Sam had used when he first took residence with Ruby. While they were settling in for the night, his mistress gave him the order he’d been expecting all night, to ease the parties burdens.

Sam thought at first to find Ulric, but the fighter had taken watch at the entrance of the lair, despite Ruby’s insistence that the local kobold tribes would inhibit any kind of armed patrol near the mountain. And on his way to him, one of the newcomers rushed past. A girl about his age, slim build that didn’t befit an adventurer, but the packs around her hips marked her as a spellcaster of some sort, and he could smell the herbs just in passing, so she must be a white mage. Sam only got close enough to see the two of them sitting, her leaning against him as they talked about something and watched the sun set on the mountains.

Returning to their chambers, he found that Melia and the other newcomer had left, leaving only Rachel, the elvish scout. She was changing when he walked in, and shouted as she jumped around, covering her chest in embarrassment. “Is there something you need? You could have announced yourself you know.”

Sam smiled and held up his hands. “I’m sorry, I thought only to let myself be of service to you, in any way I could. It seems you’ve lost a number of companions. Your journey must have been a weary one,” he said as he walked up to her. Rachel sighed and sat down on the nearest bed. Her arms dropped away from her exceedingly modest chest and her gaze sank. Sam kneeled down in front of her and put his hands on her knees. “Let me be of service to you tonight.”

Rachel’s face flushed. “Um no, that’s really alright. You’re very beautiful, but it’s just…” she stammered as she tried to push his hands off of her.

“This is a gift from Ruby. One does not turn down a dragon’s kindness,” he said before leaning up and gently kissing the elf. She froze like a startled animal, giving him ample time to reach down and finish undoing her breeches and gently push her down on the bed.

Then her eyes snapped open. “No, wait stop!” she shouted as his  hand slid down her underclothes, and grasped something unexpectedly fleshy and present. Her face turned a deep red as she stared at Sam fearfully. “Don’t tell them.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sam assured her as he slid down her body, hands trailing across her chest, till his head was next to her manhood. “Though I think he’d like to come out and play,” he said as he gently picked up her member in his hand and kissed the tip of it. Rachel shook in his hands as he started working her shaft, kissing it as it swelled up to size. “Less shy than I thought, I’d love to feel it inside me,” he said as he gently twisted his grip on her cock.

Rachel bit her lip, then nodded. She quickly sat up and got off the bed as Sam turned around and put his hands on the ground, presenting his ass for her. The bold inlaid leather belts didn’t even need to be adjusted to accommodate her when he got in the position, as was the design of course. “Um, what is?” she asked hesitantly as she reached out and touched her hand against the small glass plug sticking out of his rear.

Sam smiled and looked over her shoulder at her, brushing his long red hair out of his face so he could see. “Guests are allowed to remove that should they wish,” he explained. The scout hesitantly reached forward and dug her nails under the plug and gently started pulling on it. Sam grinned and shook his ass for her as she pulled the bead out of his rear, leaving him stretched and ready for her to enter.

Rachel wasted hardly any time at all, and quickly got on her knees behind him, grabbing on to the belts and pushing forward. Her cock sliding in with ease. He grunted as his body learned that the rumors about elves feline nature weren’t exaggerated. They had the grace of cats, and their members were similarly barbed for pleasure. Rachel’s was just large enough to grind against his prostate with every thrust. Almost immediately he was fighting against the golden cock ring chained to his member, not that Rachel knew or cared.

She was behind him, thrusting away silently. Her eyes clamped shut and thinking of someone else as she rammed herself into Sam’s rear. Sam grunted, his fingers curling back into fists as he clenched down on her member. Pre dribbled freely from his locked manhood and every breath was restrained by the collar around his neck. Which only got his body more excited.

Suddenly, Rachel picked up her past. She started bumping up against his ass so fast it almost hurt. And the ridges of her cock flew inside his rear, sending him over the edge even before she buried herself in him and came. The ring kept that part of him sealed, but pleasure still radiated out through his body as he squeezed down on her as hard as he could, milking her shaft for all it’s worth. Squirt after squirt of warm cum filled his insides. He moaned in pleasure as she slowly slid out of him.

And then she started crying.

His eyes shot open and he scrambled to turn around. Snatching up the plug, he quickly stuck it back inside to keep her seed inside him, before grabbing her hands. “It was Sir Richard, wasn’t it?” Rachel crumpled and fell into his arms.

“I never told him, because I was afraid,” she stuttered as she buried her face in her hands. Sam just gently brushed his hand across her hair and let her curl up against him. It only took a moment for the exhaustion to finally catch up with her and she fell asleep in his lap. Sam took care to gently put her back on the bed, closing up her trousers to hide her secret, and tucked her in. After a moment he stood, snuffed the lamp, and walked out to find Melia.