Slave of the Mountain Tyrant

Slave of the Mountain Tyrant
Tags: Noncon, Dubcon, Human x Dragon (transformed), Sleep, Fantasy.

The mountains loomed higher than she ever imagined they could. The further she travelled up the old miner’s path, the closer she got to the great mountain, the larger it became. By the time Molly and Edgar were getting close to the cave, her destination, the whole world before her was made up of those forbidden mountains that she was raised to fear.

Edgar was dressed in leathers, carrying a sword to clear the path and scare the few animals on the trail brave enough to stay there but dangerous enough to attack humans.

She was wearing a long cloak to keep her ceremonial white and gold-trim dress as pristine as she could manage. It meant she had to stay a good distance behind Edgar, let him clear the path, try the trail, and make sure she would be able to overcome it without issue.

He hacked through thick brush, cleared it out of the way, then walked ahead for a moment before coming back.

“Sister, it should be safe,” He said with an exhausted smile and a nod.

Molly grinned and nodded, “Thank you Edgar, I appreciate it.”

“No need to say so,” He said as he wiped his brow, “we almost have you there.”

Even with the mouth of the mountain so close, hearing Edgar say it out loud made her heart beat. Her task was not easy, but she had prepared for it, and she had to believe that her faith and dedication would guide her.

“Yes, so close now,” She said, “because of your efforts. I am forever in your debt.”

Edgar walked past her, his eyes tracking back and forth through the forest.

“Return to the village safely,” Edgar said, “be where I can see you until my dying days, and that will be payment enough.”

Molly blushed. She knew Edgar liked her, this was no secret. The conversation was had before, and he knew the conclusion of it as she did. She was dedicated to her vows, there was no place in her life for a man.

“We will return together,” She said, “and I promise on the path home I will lend a better hand.”

Edgar laughed, “I wouldn’t dream of it. I volunteered for this. Last thing I need is you telling people in the village that you did all the work.”

They stopped in front of tumbled rocks blocking the way.

Molly took the time to chuckle. Edgar sized up the obstruction, and then started to climb over them to take a look.

He shouted from the other side, “Are you sure I can’t come in with you?”

She listened to him struggle, and watched the rocks tremble despite Edgar being out of view. It really would have helped to have him around when she faced the mountain tyrant. He was strong, brave, and dedicated to her. Still, it was in direct opposition to her mission.

The bag at her side, filled with gifts to satisfy the tyrant, was to be delivered by her alone. If anyone else was there, the magistrate said there was a risk of violence. Alone, a single priestess, she wasn’t a threat.

The highest rock rolled down and tumbled out of the way, followed by several others. They kicked up dust as they came down, and Molly moved aside to be clear of danger.

“I wish Edgar, I really do,” She shouted, “but we cannot change the plan now.”

He coughed as he came into view, “You might change your mind when you see this.”

He left his hand down for her. She took it, feeling his strength through her travel gloves. He pulled her up onto the rock, then set her down on the far side. She turned and looked beyond.

“Oh gods!”

They were close to the base of the mountain. The path dipped down, bare earth with the occasional shriveled plant marked the rest of the way, leading to a giant impenetrably black cave mouth. The edge of the cave seemed to reach out, marked by darkened edges that glistened like onyx. Higher up on the mountain side were two other holes, similar spikes of black around the rims.

“Is it a face?” Edgar said, “It looks like one, right?”

It did. Molly couldn’t help but grab at the amulet around her neck, whisper a prayer.

“Shh,” Edgar said, “Do you hear that?”

She cut her prayer short and listened. There was a rumbling, a deep vibration that flowed through her body. Then it stopped, replaced with a sound almost like a whistle.

“Is that breathing?” Molly whispered.

Edgar grabbed her hands, and turned her toward him. He was looking down at her, his eyes pleading, his grip tight.

“Sister Ringhold, please,” His hands tightened, he moved closer, “Don’t go in there. This is not the job of a woman. Especially one as special as you.”

“Edgar…” She was trembling, out of fear, and out of shock. Even now, he pressed the issue.

“Please,” He repeated, “If you will not let me go in your stead, then we can run away. Forget the vows. I would make you happy, we could be at peace.”

She closed her eyes, and pulled her hands away. “Edgar, you know there is no peace away from my vows. If I break now, my life will be nothing, I will be nothing. Let me do this. Stay, and prepare for my return before sundown.”

His eyes went wide, and he wrapped his arms around her, brought her in so close she could feel his breath on her face.

“Tell me you hate me, that you have never thought of it, of us,” His voice became a whisper, “I will let you go then.”

“Your touch, Edgar,” She snapped, “What have I said?”

He let go, and took a step back.

Molly couldn’t look him in the eyes. She told him before that even too much contact with him was the same as letting him erase her purity. It kept him at bay many times back in the city.

“Stay,” She said, “Then we can talk. Okay?”

Edgar took a step back further, and dropped his pack to the ground.

“I’ll set up camp.”

With a breath to center herself, Molly started down the path toward the cave. She let the thoughts of the task ahead take her. She wanted to concentrate on anything but Edgar, even if it was possible death in the cave lair of the mountain tyrant.

She knew that no plain touch would erase the purity she had cultivated her whole life. The truth was worse. She did think of them, often, behind closed doors. When he touched her, when they were too close, her thoughts lingered to those sordid places. It was all she could do to protect Edgar from her.

2

The rhythmic rumbling grew stronger the closer she got to the cave. As Molly entered, she pulled her cloak tighter, walked slower, hoping that whatever was hiding inside would at least give her the chance to speak before snapping her up and killing her.

The start of the cave was just open cave, but the sunlight from the higher cave holes spread beams of illumination across the giant space. At first it was strange, wooden debris scattered all over, large bags spilling with silver scattered here and there.

There was a small hill to her side, and she climbed it, forgetting the sanctity of her ritual clothing and digging in to get to the top. When she looked out from the top, she lost her breath.

It was like a town, ripped from the ground and dropped into the cave. There were remains of buildings, of wagons, of furniture like massive bookshelves with the books fallen to the ground beside them. There were long tables, wells.

Largest of all was a tower, shrouded in shadow. It was built tall, made of stone, but a whole half of it had collapsed outward. She could see inside, see furniture still there, beds and armoires.

Then she saw it, the light catching the glint off a scale. It was the mountain tyrant, the black dragon, Elizadrax.

The head of the creature was as large as a wagon it rested near. Long angular features were built from the scales that shined like the onyx on the cave edge. It was outlined by lighter lines, framing the sharp tip of its hard snout, almost like a beak. The rest of the beast was still in the shadows.

There was her goal, the tyrant. Molly had to present the gifts from the people of the valley. If Elizadrax was unsatisfied, her city, the countryside, and more could all be destroyed in a blaze of dark fire.

Molly began to pray.

She was stopped by the rumbling beginning anew. She looked out, and saw that an eye was open and pointed toward her. It was silver, and reptilian.

“A pest,” The dragon’s voice boomed in the cave, “if you have come to scavenge, then all you have found is your death.”

Elizadrax snorted, and two plumes of flame erupted, bright blue turning to a mystical black, before leaving a lingering smoke that twirled in the air.

The dragon began to stand, wood under its claws whining and snapping under the sudden pressure. It opened its mouth wide, and let out a large burst of fire into the air, briefly lighting the cave and revealing the dragon’s full form, wings tipped with silver spikes, a tail with spurs long enough to be spears.

Then there were the horns, long and curling back, like a giant ram.

“If you think I’ve no time to cull the smallest vermin,” Elizadrax said with a smack of her maws, “you won’t live to learn your mistake.”

Molly was shivering, her whole body locked up. She had heard stories, seen the beast from a distance in her childhood. This though, this giant monster, big enough to thrash whole villages, strong enough to hold the whole valley hostage. It was right before her.

Still, that was why she was there. She had to find the strength, remember her purpose.

“N-n-no!” Molly shouted as Elizadrax brought her face closer.

“No?” Elizadrax said with a note of humor, “Is that your defense?”

“N-no!” Molly repeated, shaking her head as she reached into her bag and pulled out a bound scroll, “I am a messenger! From your vassals in the valley!”

The dragon’s eyes went half-lidded, “Oh, is that so. A drone from the mindless hive.”

Molly held the scroll to her chest, tried to remember how this was supposed to go. All the ritual and practice, all the images in her mind. She could see her beautiful dress in her mind, standing before an altar in front of the dragon, singing out prayers before reading from the scroll.

Instead she was sweating, tears in her eyes, her whole body clenched up.

The dress! She began to strip off her cloak, revealing the dress beneath.

It was actually beautiful, even if now she wondered if the dragon would appreciate that. Purest white silks interlocking with gold rings. She was thankful for the cloak on the journey, because  for the most part, her skin was left quite bare. The fabrics came to meet near her stomach, two strips covering her bosom and going over her shoulders. A strip around her waist, fanned out and laid with a few more rings for decoration. The lower piece of the dress went down to just above her ankles, and had two splits that almost made it feel like a long loincloth. It felt great against her skin, when she wasn’t fearing for her life. Finally, she had white tights pulled up to her thighs.

“Is there a dance number with this message, pest?” Elizadrax bellowed.

The dragon took two long steps to move closer. Silver eyes narrowed in, Molly’s whole vision becoming the dragon’s face, horns curled, eyes shimmering. She realized now that along the black scales, those angular lines she noticed before, was glimmering silver.

“W-w-well,” Molly said, looking away, “I mean, n-no dance was prepared…”

Elizadrax snorted again, black flames going to either side of Molly’s hill, the heat around her causing a long beads of sweat.

“Come out with it!” The dragon grunted.

Molly took a wide stance, despite her wobbling legs. She broke the wax seal on the scroll, and started to speak as she unrolled it.

“Venerable Elizadrax! The beautiful guardian of the mountains, the lustrous symbol of the night sky, the graceful hunter of the realm. Please, hear our message, those who honor you from below your feet!”

The dragon’s eyes opened wider.

“I-i am sister Ringhold, and I have dedicated my life to this moment, to meeting you. Your deeds have been my scripture, and your form my art. I set myself before you now, body and soul, to bring a gift and plead for your mercy.”

There was a low laugh from the dragon, and Molly worried about the font of flame pointed straight at her.

“Not a bad start,” Elizadrax said, “If that scroll is written as well as your begging, maybe I will spare you a tormented death.”

That was a start. Molly looked at the scroll itself. The contents, the promises of the elders, mayors, and the magistrate, were kept confidential from the people. She came up the mountain with the bag of gifts, and a secret promise. Now she just needed to read it, and she could hopefully leave unmolested by the dragon.

“Elizadrax the wondrous,” Molly read, her fingers shivering so much she had to steady herself to see the lines, “What you see before you is our new hope for a peaceful future serving you. It is the understanding of your valley’s citizens that your patience is wearing thin, and for that reason we bring forth a new kind of gift.”

Seeing the offer for the gift, Molly fumbled on the ground for the bag she had carried and opened it. Inside were beautiful gems, polished and cut to edges that were awe inducing. Even though Molly had seen them before, she still had to pause at the sight of them. She set the bag down, open, and looked back to the scroll to prepare to read more.

“Typical,” Elizadrax said, “This best not be all, or I’m afraid your leaders will feel the fiery sting of disappointment.”

Molly licked her lips, and shook her head, “No, invulnerable Elizadrax, there is more.”

The dragon growled, her eyes narrowing with the threat.

Molly went back to the scroll, “Before you now is our greatest treasures. A collection of unimaginable wealth, as well as a symbol of untarnished beauty not unlike yourself. While we know your wealth is already beyond measure, beauty is fleeting, and we know your eye always craves something new to appreciate.”

A new bead of sweat began on Molly’s forehead. She was hoping that the scroll wasn’t just about the gems, there had to be more. Elizadrax didn’t seem impressed, and worse, they knew she already had great treasures. So why offer her more?

“This is not just any beauty,” Molly continued, “For it comes with great knowledge collected over generations.”

She smiled, there was more to the gems. She looked down at them, wondering if maybe they had etchings inside of them, or spells trapped within their facets. They seemed normal to her, as normal as any giant gems could.

“With your blessing,” Molly said as she went back to the scroll, “All these treasures stay with you, to be used as you wish. They are yours to take from, to teach anew, or to just appreciate.”

The wording there was strange, but she kept going.

“Your life is long, and we wish it longer still,” She said, “So when death takes this gift, if it pleases you, we can send a…”

Molly had to stop reading. She looked up from the scroll, to the eyes of the dragon.

Somehow, in the giant reptilian gaze, she could feel a smug stare.

“I...uhm…” Molly began, “they will send a replacement.”

The dragon’s head rose, and a powerful booming laugh filled the cavern, echoing deeper into the mountain before joining with the original back at Molly.

“By my breath, you didn’t know?” Elizadrax said, laughter still in her giant voice, “you came all this way to sacrifice yourself, thinking you carried petty rocks to throw on my hoard? This is magnificent.”

All her training, all of her dedication at the church. She studied, practiced, sacrificed, just to be a sacrifice.

Molly’s eyes burned with tears. Her legs were weak, and she slipped to the dirt mound beneath her as she sobbed.

“Oh little pest,” Elizadrax said, “I have no use for simple noisemakers. To be honest, I have no use for you at all. Though I appreciate their creativity.”

Elizadrax pulled her head back, and let out a jet of flame into the sky before making a guttural sound like a chuckle.

“You shall be my primped up appetizer before I devour your whole hive.”

Molly’s heart skipped, and she looked up to the dragon, “No!”

Molly stood, but Elizadrax growled at her until she took a bent over stance instead of going to her full height.

“You will stop saying no to me,” The dragon said with a snap of her jaws.

“I mean,” Molly said in a panic, “You can’t. We sent a gift, we fulfilled our part. Please, you can’t hurt the city. Just, please, kill me and be done if that’s what you have to do.”

Elizadrax roller her eyes, “You’re barely a speck on my tongue. You as a gift is offensive, and will not stand.”

The idea that even with all she did to prepare for this, her life still meant nothing to the great dragon, struck Molly to the core. She closed her eyes, and her whole body shook.

Elizadrax chuckled again.

“Please, oh god-like Elizadrax,” Molly said, gripping her amulet and trying to stand tall, “Please, you are our protector. I have lived my life dedicated to you, I have memorized tomes so I would never fail you in conversation, I have remained absolutely pure so no stain on my soul will distract you. If I can do anything for you, to protect the people of my valley, let me do it.”

Molly sobbed, “I am yours, completely.”

She thought of everyone back home, of the people she grew up around in the church, of her sisters, of Edgar. They would all be killed, all because she wasn’t enough.

“Pure?” Elizadrax asked as she brought her head back down level with Molly.

Molly gasped at the question, “Absolutely, Magnificent Elizadrax.”

“Would you say,” The dragon thought of her words, “Virginal?”

Molly’s face went crimson, and her first instinct was the snap at the dragon before she caught herself.

“W-well,” Molly said with her eyes to the ground, “If you must know, yes. I have never known an intimate touch, all in your name.”

Elizadrax rumbled, the cave vibrating as she thought this new development over.

“Then maybe there is a use for you,” Elizadrax said, “little speck.”

Molly couldn’t help but smile, “Yes? Really? Oh gods yes, thank you, anything!”

“First,” Elizadrax said, “Swear yourself to me, completely. You are mine, how did you put it, in body and soul? To do with as I wish, when I wish, until the day death takes your miserable existence. My possession, an artifact among many, added to my hoard.”

The dragon’s words were almost ritual, as if she had recited them before. They were also terrifying. What could a dragon want with such an oath? If she planned to just kill Molly, why go through so much extra.

“Swear,” Elizadrax said as she rose to her full height and expanded her wings in the cave. A great wind spread through the cavern, almost knocking Molly from her perch on the hill.

Despite all the pomp and circumstance, Molly had to admit that Elizadrax truly was, beautiful.

Still, the words were hard to say. Her oath was to the gods, to her city. Was saying a new oath a betrayal of that, even if it was for them? What about her oath of purity, did an oath with a black dragon break that?

There was no choice in the matter. The valley couldn’t be razed over her soul.

“I swear,” Molly whispered.

Elizadrax’s eyes narrowed down on Molly, her wings pulled in close, the sunlight gleamed off her scales.

“Then let us begin,” Elizadrax said with a puff of smoke from her mouth. Her head turned up toward the ceiling, and a cascade of black smoke rose out and fell over her massive body. It flowed down, reaching the ground and rushing out in all directions. It even rushed up Molly’s little hill in the cave, stopping short of her.

Molly gasped and backed away, turning a circle as the thick fog rose to her shoes, then settled.

When Molly looked back to the dragon, she realized it was hidden now. The sunlight couldn’t pierce the dark fog, and wave after wave of it plumed from where Elizadrax once stood.

“The form,” Elizadrax said from the darkness, “that’s important. Maybe this will do as a first attempt.”

Molly noticed that Elizadrax’s voice was fading, growing quieter as if she was moving further and further away. Then, with a snap, the black fog parted.

It was like a corridor of smoke, walls forming out of the mystical darkness. At the end of it, where Elizadrax the black dragon once stood, there was a person.

Molly’s jaw dropped. A whole dragon vanished before her eyes, and for a moment she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

The person started walking toward her, undisturbed by the sequence of events Molly just witnessed. As they got closer to Molly’s mound, their features only added to Molly’s amazement.

Brown skin, that grew darker around the edges of their face until it seemed to go pitch black behind the ears. Dark horns that protruded from their high forehead and curled back like a ram. Loose black curls framed their head, but didn’t go down further than their ears. There were many strands of silver. Otherwise it looked human from a distance.

As if Molly needed any further confirmation who she was looking at, Elizadrax’s human form had striking silver eyes, long pupils like a reptile. She was dressed in a dark blue shirt, the chest opening to white frills. Her pants were black, and fit well. She didn’t wear any shoes.

“Elizadrax?” Molly asked as the transformed dragon began to walk up the small hill Molly stood on.

“Well that confirms you aren’t a complete moron,” Elizadrax said. Her voice was smooth, articulate, but still held strength.

As she got closer, Molly could make out the features of the dragon’s face. It had a boyish charm, clean and smooth. It didn’t look like a man or a woman, the short hair, the soft curves, prominent lashes but thin lips. But the flat chest lead Molly one way over the other.

“A...man?” Molly said as she took a step back away from the approaching Elizadrax.

A grin spread across Elizadrax’s face, “That’s an important requirement for this experiment, speck.”

Elizadrax brought a hand up and brushed at the frills of her undershirt, her other hand pointed a sharp tipped nail at Molly.

“Now lie down,” Elizadrax said, “and spread yourself. I wish to try my new acquisition immediately.”

Molly’s face went red, and her whole body felt hot. She took another step back, Elizadrax now standing on the small hill with her. Her first thought was of her chances of getting away now that Elizadrax was in a human form. How quickly could she become a dragon again?

No, she couldn’t. If Molly ran, the dragon would burn the valley to ashes. There was no running.

“Wh-what?” Molly said with a shake of her head, “Victorious Elizadrax, surely you can’t mean to-”

Elizadrax cut her off, “I do, and immediately. Your human forms are strange, little gift, and I have a lot to learn. So if you mind, I can ignore your pleas for mercy later.”

The whole picture was coming together in Molly’s head. The dragon wanted to experiment, sexually. It seemed bizarre. A creature so powerful, and it wanted to do something like that, to her. If it was terrifying, it would be flattering.

The dragon took another step forward, and Molly another back.

“Please, Elizadrax,” Molly pleaded with her hands forward, “you said strange, yes? There is so much I can teach you about being human. I’m a terrible subject for such an experiment, surely.”

Elizadrax ran her fingers over her chin, lifting her nose at Molly.

“Interesting suggestion,” Elizadrax said, “Though I’ve taken lower forms before, I always found it almost insulting to bother with this one. There are many experiences to be had.”

Molly nodded, a forced smile on her face as she let hope calm her heart, “Yes, exactly!”

Elizadrax looked Molly up and down, and then frowned.

“But you made a mistake,” Elizadrax stated as if criticising Molly’s memorization of a poem, “now that I’ve taken this form, the simple thought of the experience is causing a, reaction.

Molly glanced down and confirmed what Elizadrax was saying, a sizeable bulge was there in the dragon’s pants.

“A pure virgin, I’ve heard tales from my kin it is quite the delight!”

Elizadrax reached out and gripped Molly by the arm, and the girl pulled back with a squeak of fear.

“No! No!” Molly shouted.

“Did I not tell you to stop saying that!” Elizadrax snapped, “I’m starting to think you have a vendetta against your fellows in the valley.”

Molly stopped her fight, though her body remained tense. Her breathing was heavy, but she didn’t dare fight. Elizadrax was right, she couldn’t resist.

“You swore an oath,” Elizadrax said, smiling wider, “does that mean nothing to a priestess? Are you really my priestess at all?”

“I…” Molly swallowed, “I’m sorry. Just, my whole life I’ve had to fight the advances of menfolk. I swore to never lose that purity. I don’t know if I can do this, please have mercy.”

Elizadrax’s grip went soft, but she didn’t let go. Her gaze, as if she was still several stories tall, continued.

“Priestess,” Elizadrax said, “your oath then was to prepare you to serve me. Your oath now is to me. If anyone was meant to pierce your purity, it is me. I plan to take great pleasure doing so, whether you enjoy it is quite frankly not high on my list of concerns. But it is going to happen, and the longer it takes the less I imagine your pleasure will be.”

Hot tears welled up in Molly’s eyes, “Yes, mistress Elizadrax.”

“Good,” Elizadrax replied, “Then lay down and spread yourself, make it fast.”

Molly looked around, “Here?”

Elizadrax mocked Molly’s look with a curious glance of her own, “Is there a difference?”

Molly swallowed. Already she had angered the mighty dragon, and now her leash was tight. Still, all her life she dreamed of a day where she could feel the love of a man. That beautiful moment, a pleasure most divine. Even if she was going to make it with a black dragon, she didn’t want to do so on a dirt hill in the dark.

“Well,” Molly said, “when we humans, uhm, mate. We usually use a bed, at least somewhere clean and soft.”

Elizadrax rolled her eyes and took a step back, “She has demands for the occasion.”

“I promise,” Molly said, “It will enhance the experience for you as well. We are soft compared to your magnificent form. Your knees, your hands, they will ache here.”

Elizadrax took a deep breath, and then pointed to deeper into the cave, the dilapidated tower that amazed Molly before.

“Quickly.”

Molly nodded, and started down the hill. She walked a few steps ahead of Elizadrax, trying to stay at a brisk pace in fear of incurring the dragon’s wrath. They passed by many wrecks lining the cave, the tower getting closer and closer.

The thought of what was going to happen there rose in Molly’s mind. What she swore to do. Elizadrax could do anything to her, at any time. That meant that when she got in that tower, she was going to have to lay down, spread her legs, and give her body to the dragon. The thought sent a strange chill through her body. Through all the terror earlier, she realized she was no longer afraid. Elizadrax was not threatening to kill her. Now that she was a possession, that was unlikely. Instead, she wondered what she would experience.

Whenever she previously thought of laying with a man, her mind went to someone grisled and handsome. Times where she had spent a lot of time with Edgar, often it was his body that inhabited her fantasies. Elizadrax was nothing like Edgar, and instead of an intimate room in a charming country cottage, she was in a dark cave.

Molly wiped the tears from her eyes, and then looked over her shoulder to Elizadrax.

The dragon was watching Molly, intently. Though instead of her body, her eyes were focused down on Molly’s rear end. That bulge of excitement had not receded.

Molly turned back to the path ahead, but she felt her cheeks flush again.

They reached the base of the tower, the doorway still intact but ajar. Molly didn’t wait to ask, walking inside. There was a stairwell, though the only light on the way up came from the holes in the side of the building.

She knew where she needed to go, she saw it from outside. She climbed to the third story, and there she found a bed, sheets tossed to the floor and cushions ratty, but a bed with a strong wood frame.

“Does this suit you?” Elizadrax asked as she entered the half-destroyed room.

Molly nodded, “Yes.”

“Then I hope I don’t have to repeat myself,” Elizadrax said with a dismissive wave toward the bed.

Molly’s heart started to beat faster. She went to the bed, pressed down on it with her hand, and found it soft enough. It was dingy, but not exactly dirty. With apprehension, she sat down on the bed. Her eyes went up to Elizadrax, a last silent plea for her to change her mind. The dragon’s silver eyes were watching her like prey. They ran over her bosom, down her exposed thighs. There was no mercy there.

With a swallow, Molly pushed herself back on the bed, grabbing a tossed aside pillow and centering it before laying back on the bed. She spread her legs, her dress falling between her knees.

Elizadrax’s face appeared between her thighs, the dragon climbing onto the bed and crawling toward her. She stopped and sat up just before Molly, looking down over her body.

“Spread them further,” Elizadrax said, “I want to see.”

Molly nodded again, and spread her knees until they were nearly flat against the bed.

Elizadrax took hold of the soft silk covering her groin, and pulled it aside, revealing the thin underwear Molly wore. They were a small thing, meant to avoid throwing off the fashion of the dress. Elizadrax snapped the cloth, and yanked it free from Molly’s body with a tug.

Her body was bared before her captor. She looked away, closed her eyes, afraid to even see herself in this position.

“Strange,” Elizadrax said, “nothing alike. Though I understand the intent.”

A warm hand touched Molly, ran through her pubic hairs. It made her flinch, but when Elizadrax’s hand went stiff Molly kept her knees in place. The dragon ran through her soft hairs like a child running their fingers through fresh grass. She took some in her fingers, but never pulled or yanked. Then her fingers went lower, ran over Molly’s lower lips. She ran down the center, and at the touch Molly could feel the slight intrusion. Then Elizadrax ran the back of her finger back up, applying pressure, pressing into Molly’s moisture.

She was wet, she had to admit. It was the situation, is what she told herself. Ever since she knew what was going to come, the thoughts were mounting in the back of her mind. That other Molly, the Molly she kept locked away when thoughts of Edgar threatened to pour in during morning prayer or afternoon bath. The Molly that feared for her purity at every sight of a man, or even phallic produce. She had to stop buying cucumbers at the market, for the sake of her own soul.

Elizadrax growled, a rather strange sound now that she was a small man instead of a great beast. She pulled her hand away from Molly, and started to wrestle with the string of her pants.

Molly looked back, curiosity overcoming her shame.

“I’m losing patience,” Elizadrax grumbled, pulling her pants down and exposing her swollen manhood.

Molly’s eyes widened at the sight of it, the brown head glistening, the veins down the body. Even if Molly’s only frame of reference was the occasional sight of drunken men relieving themselves, she thought the beast was larger than was reasonable.

“Wait,” Molly said, “Are you sure that is normal?”

Elizadrax moved forward, laying her body over Molly’s before looking down to aim herself, “No more questions.”

There was a pressure, a pinch, and then a sudden rush of sensation. Molly gasped, her body not sure if she was feeling pleasure or pain.

But as Elizadrax let out a low groan of satisfaction, Molly’s body fell on the side of pleasure.

Elizadrax pushed in deeper, as if testing the limits of how long her new phallus could go. Molly could feel it, pressing deeper into her, threatening to touch something deep inside, filling her completely.

“Ah,” Molly let out a small gasp.

Elizadrax looked up, their eyes catching each other.

Molly covered her mouth.

Elizadrax pulled out slow, and every part of Molly’s body cried out for her to return. Before Elizadrax could pull all the way out, Molly’s knees came up.

Elizadrax looked up again, a snarl on her face, “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Understand?”

Molly nodded, and moved her hand away.

The next thrust was faster, less experimental. She looked down to watch herself enter Molly, but Molly had to concentrate on the ceiling.

Molly’s whole body was on fire, this first contact with the intimate was, unbelievably, too slow. With her knees laid out wide, and her hands at her sides, she could only focus on every ping of pleasure as Elizadrax filled her, pulled free, and returned again. It bit of the dragon’s girth titillating her sensitive womanhood. As Elizadrax gained confidence and moved faster, Molly could feel new pleasures, the slightest touch against her small hooded point of pleasure.

“This is…” Elizadrax mumbled to herself as she thrusted faster and faster, “...interesting.”

The dragon seemed engaged with herself, her eyes rolling back as her body rocked forward nad back, plunging into Molly again and again.

Molly could hear the sound of suction, and realized that was her own body, the suck of her thirsty hole calling for the dragon’s rod again and again.

“Aah,” Molly couldn’t keep in the moan, and when Elizadrax eyed her again all she could do is turn crimson. She pressed her lips together, tried to ignore the growing pleasure between her legs.

She couldn’t, Elizadrax seemed to be bigger than when they began, and that was already too much. With each thrust deep into her, a point was pressed, that send shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Oh, ah!” Molly moaned again.

When she looked to the dragon, she expected rage. But instead, Elizadrax was now watching her face instead of watching the point where they met. With each thrust a wave of concetration went across Elizadrax’s face. Still, she kept her gaze on Molly, as if waiting. Her thrusts came a little harder each time.

“Ah, sorry,” Molly whispered between gasps, “ah, ah!”

Elizadrax’s lips parted, her tongue running over them as she reached for higher on the bed for leverage. Each thrust came with a grunt now, and Molly’s moans echoed them. They were singing out in time.

Molly was losing herself. It was as if Elizadrax was beating down a wall within her, and some great terror lurked on the far side. She could barely breath. Each breath was a moan of pleasure that she could no longer contain. Her body was trembling. Her feet were flexing and releasing with each press of Elizadrax’s sordid heat. Molly’s own hips were pressing back in time, trying in whatever way she could to push a little more into her.

She wrapped her arms around Elizadrax, pulled her in and met lips with her. She didn’t know what she was thinking. No, she wasn’t thinking, she couldn’t think.

Her heart skipped a beat as she awaited retaliation.

Instead she felt Elizadrax’s whole body tense up, and her manhood swell further. The dragon gripped Molly at the shoulder and began frantic thrusts, stronger than before but also erratic.

“Agh,” Elizadrax groaned into her lips, “Million curses!”

Then Elizadrax let out a shiver so intimate, that Molly felt it like her own.

Molly kissed her deeper, even as the dragon thrust in as far as her body would allow. Then Molly felt the first hot burst of dragon seed.

The wall burst, and Molly felt herself overcome by sin. Her toes curled with the first jet, and her knees trapped Elizadrax in with the second. By the third her body was shaking with pleasure, her eyes squeezed closed, her mind lost in a moment of pure joy.

When she returned to rational thought, all she felt was the glow, aftermath. It was wonderful.

Elizadrax lay across her, her horn laid against Molly’s cheek. She was panting, her hands occasionally flexing and releasing.

“That…” Elizadrax said, then let the thought drop.

“Yes?” Molly was reluctant to ask for her to continue speaking, but her breathing was in time with the monster that lay on top of her, and she was curious.

Elizadrax pulled herself up, looking down at Molly, a wide sharp-tooth smile on her face, “That was incredible!”

Molly felt hot in the cheeks, “Oh. Really?”

“Absolutely,” Elizadrax beamed as she finally rolled off of Molly, “And that was just the start. There is so much more I’ve heard about, so much more to try. Magnificent!”

Molly pulled her knees together, and watched as the dragon stood from the bed, her mind far away as if Molly wasn’t even in the room.

“More?” Molly said, her mind somewhere between terror, confusion, and excitement, “I mean, of course, mistress.”

Elizadrax retied her pants, and then smiled at Molly, “There is a stream deeper in the cavern. Clean yourself up. Look chipper, you’ve turned out to be a much better gift than I imagined, you’re the savior of your valley, speck.”

Molly could only nod.

Once her pants were tied up, Elizadrax walked to the cracked open edge of the room, and began to melt into a wall of black smoke. The cloud of smoke exploded outward, inflating to the size of the full black dragon, where she appeared in all her glory.

As Molly watched, Elizadrax extended her wings, and with a mighty flap, took off toward one of the large holes in the mountainside. The cave grew dark for a moment, before the light returned and the sound of flapping retreated into the distance.

Molly was left there, seated on the bed, exposed, dripping the still warm liquid of a dragon’s lust. She smiled for a brief moment, before she got up and sought out the cave stream.

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With some time, she was able to find the stream by following the sounds echoing through the caves. As she went deeper in, the sound of trickling water grew louder until it became rushing water.

The stream was short enough that she could wade across if she wanted to, and just deep enough that it came to her knees. After looking around, and then feeling foolish for the effort, she stripped down and went in. It tickled on her skin, but it cooled her down. After what happened back at the tour, and the walk down to the stream, she needed that.

She took the time, cleaned up as best she could, and then waited at the side of the stream for her skin to dry a little. That gave her mind time to wander.

She was the property of a dragon now. That didn’t end when she went to sleep, after a week. It was no temporary setback, Elizadrax had her until she no longer wished to own her. Considering the dragon’s hoard of wrecked and decaying items, there didn’t seem keen on giving stuff away even when she no longer wanted it.

Worse, Elizadrax saw her as so low, Molly worried about her day to day. What would she eat? Would she need to sleep on the half destroyed beds left from Elizadrax’s previous gifts and raids? What if she needed the help of a doctor?

She shook her head. After such a long journey, the terror of first meeting Elizadrax, and then the rest, she was exhausted. She had time while the dragon was gone, she could try to figure out a way to rest comfortably. If Elizadrax left often, on whatever errands dragons attend to, she could investigate a lot of the lair.

For the moment, she just wanted to be warm and sleep. So she got dressed. Again she looked around as she put back on the silk dress. She had the feeling eyes were watching her in the cave, but besides some pests, she didn’t know who would be stupid enough to lurk in the cave of the mountain tyrant.

When she got back, she returned to the tower. There were many knocked over cabinets and dressers in the building, and she started to go through them. It didn’t take long to find some blankets, and a nicer pillow. Unfortunately, time had not been kind to them. She beat the small bugs and dust off of them, getting them as clean as she could manage. Next time she went to the stream, she promised to take them with her.

With how tired she was, the fear of a bug or two crawling over her couldn’t compete. She found the bed where Elizadrax christened her ownership, and she laid down nestled under the cover.

Molly found herself in an inn, across a bedroom from Edgar. He was pulling off the heavy leathers, his back exposed briefly as he got down to his undershirt. It felt like the world was going slow, every moment of her eyes running over his back seeming to last for minutes.

She stood from a chair and walked to him in time for him to turn and face her. His face was flushed. She told herself it was from the effort of the day, but as he looked into her eyes she realized it was more.

“Oh Sister Ringhold,” Edgar said, “Oh sister, you look more beautiful now than ever.”

For a second she questioned it all. Where was she, when was this? The thought faded away as Edgar held his hands out for her. She took them, walked in close, let him cup his strong arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry Edgar,” She said, “I should have listened to you.”

“About going into the cave?” Edgar replied.

“About everything,” She whispered.

She kissed him on the lips. His arms pulled her in closer, a hand holding her head to his. This was intimacy, this was kindness.

They were in bed now. She was nude before him, and she had no shame. Instead her breasts heaved as he climbed onto the bed with her. She blinked, and his clothing was gone. Instead he was all the muscle she knew he had, all her best mental pictures of the man that loved her.

“Please Edgar,” She begged, “I need you. Please.”

He didn’t hesitate. He entered her, and she felt that same rush of pleasure. He started thrusting immediately, pressing down into her with all his strength, grunting like he did when chopping wood for the fire. He leaned into her, his breath falling across her breasts. She watched as her nipples grew tight.

Then Molly saw her. It was another Molly, standing in the corner of the room. Just seeing her sent a strange pressure through Molly’s chest, it felt for a second like she was falling. The other Molly, she watched with a wide smile. It wasn’t devious, it was lecherous. Her tongue ran across her lips, her eyes looked sultry, her cheeks were redder than a dressed up prostitute.

With each thrust, with each spread of pleasure through her body, Molly could feel the Other Molly getting closer. She didn’t move, it was like the room was growing smaller.

But Molly couldn’t stop herself. This was everything she dreamed of. Edgar scratching her deepest itch. She could feel that wall she feared being struck again, rattling everything within her.

“Oh Edgar,” She moaned before she could stop herself. She put her hands on his back, closed her eyes, and tried to will the Other Molly away. This perfect moment couldn’t be ruined, it was hers.

She was startled awake by the creaking of the bed.

Her whole body was confused, her dream being her flat on her back as well, but in a wildly different location. She was warm and comfortable there, and she was still comfortable. In her dream she was filled with the warmth of a man’s excitement.

Molly’s eyes widened as she realized Elizadrax was buried deep in her most private places. She was groggy, but she was sure she wasn’t dreaming it. Her whole body was swaying with the rhythmic thrusts, her womanhood could feel the large intrusion push in and then retreat just as fast. Crackles of pleasure ran up her spine. Her nipples were hard as steel.
Her eyes ran side to side, and she could see that her legs were up. The dragon had dragged her to the edge of the bed, and now had her spread with her knees up above her.

The blanket was pulled down far enough to leave her chest exposed, the material covering her breasts pulled into her cleavage to leave her nipples exposed to Elizadrax’s gaze.

“Wha-” Molly tried to speak, but she realized how flushed she was, how heavy her breathing was. “Ah, oh!”

Elizadrax didn’t seem concerned with Molly starting to stir. She was looking down at Molly’s chest, licking her lips, sweat on her brow as she kept up a rhythmic thrust from her standing position as the bed’s edge.

“No,” Molly said before a moan overtook her, “Elizadrax, you can’t!”

Molly reached down to try to press at the dragon’s stomach, push her away. Between being half awake, her legs in the air, and fighting a transformed dragon, it didn’t go well. Elizadrax pushed her hands away and began to thrust faster.

There was no knowing how long this had already gone on, but Molly was already reaching her limit. As her body stirred, each time Elizadrax filled her sent a pulse through her body. She bit her lip as she tried to quiet the pleasure and seem infuriated. She knew Elizadrax wanted her, and wanted to experiment, but she couldn’t have sex with her while she was sleep could she? That was beyond evil, that was an attack on all that was decent.

Still, even without Molly being present, her body had enjoyed the ride. Now Molly was there for the conclusion.

She tried to push Elizadrax away again.

“Stop resisting me,” Elizadrax snarled as she grabbed Molly’s hand and leaned forward.

Molly’s knees were pressed in toward her stomach, and the new angle seemed to make Elizadrax reach deeper in her than before.

“Oh gods!” Molly gasped.

Elizadrax pressed her face into Molly’s right breast, taking the bottom of it in her mouth, and sucking on the flesh hungrily.

Molly hissed in pain at first, Elizadrax actually biting her. It wasn’t terrible, but the pain was there. Another nibble, and the dragon managed to get the taut nipple into her mouth. She pulled on the whole breast, like a dog playing with a chew toy. In the same way, she wasn’t trying to draw blood, instead playing pulling and tweaking. Her tongue squeezed down hard on Molly’s little flesh button, small motions as if she was instinctively suckling.

Molly couldn’t fight anymore. She was going to enjoy this, she was going to succumb. She held Elizadrax’s head to her chest. Between the deep penetrative thrusts, and her nipples being devoured, she couldn’t resist anymore.

Like in her dream, she wrapped her legs around her lover. She pulled Elizadrax in deeper, her heels making it impossible for her to escape.

Elizadrax thrust in deep, and then drove Molly into the bed.

Molly cried out in lust, her arms trembling, her knees squeezing to the dragon in front of her.

Elizadrax tried to dig deeper, tried to press as far into Molly as possible. Then she released her seed, spurt after spurt that made Molly’s body shake.

As they came down, breathing heavily, bodies intertwined, Elizadrax continued to suck on her chest. Molly watched the broken remains of the ceiling, enjoyed every moment of it.

Elizadrax released her, and fell onto the bed, still laying on top of her.

“Mistress,” Molly whispered.

“Yes,” Elizadrax said, nearly speaking into Molly’s neck.

“Must you do that while I sleep?” She asked, “You could have woken me. I know I promised to do anything, but that is too far.”

Elizadrax rolled off Molly, and onto her side. She looked exhausted, but still held the intimidating expression that reminded Molly of exactly what her situation was.

“Did you not swear I could do whatever, whenever?”

Molly bit her lip, and nodded, “But…”

“There is no but,” Elizadrax said as she laid on her back, “I saw you there sleeping, and I was reminded of earlier. Your bosom, watching it move, it lured me back into this form. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

“Of course,” Molly said with resignation.

There was a bit of silence, then Elizadrax added, “Do you hate it?”

The question seemed odd. It had to be the first question about how she felt. It made Molly’s stomach knot up.

Molly touched her stomach, “It was strange. I was confused, and scared, and knowing you were doing that as I slept fills me with so much shame that-”

“I asked if you hate it,” Elizadrax snapped.

Molly looked over, and those silver eyes were focused in on her.

“No,” She said, “It would make me a liar to say so. It felt, great.”

Elizadrax took in a deep breath, then sat up, “Then expect to wake up like this often.”

All Molly could do was nod.

“Can you cook?” Elizadrax said as she stood and tied up her pants.

Molly sat up. She was starving, and the question reminded her just how long it had been since she ate.

“Yes,” Molly said, “I had to learn many different dishes back in the city while I trained.”

Elizadrax motioned for Molly to follow her.

Molly stood, and after a moment of wobbling on her loose legs, she followed Elizadrax down the tower.

When they reached the base, Elizadrax pushed the door open, and revealed a circle of moonlight spilling across the cave. There in the center was a wagon, claw marks matching a giant dragon puncturing the wooden sides. Spilling from the top of the wagon were white packages clearly filled with meat from a butcher.

“Wow,” Molly gasped, “That’s a lot of food.”

“I’m not foolish enough to let my pet starve,” Elizadrax said, “Now find what you need to make a meal.”

Molly nodded, and approached the wagon. When she was past Elizadrax, she bit her lip to suppress a smile.

There was a drip of the dragon’s seed sliding down her inner thigh. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined.

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