Brunhilda

Lingering in your mouth is the sweet flavor of orange spuds. This evening you are gathering the dishes in the dining hall to help Cleo wash them in the castle kitchen. Here in the Halidom, you are one of the minor servants and custodians who serve Prince Euden. Usually your duties are focused on the dragons and their needs. Helping with the cleaning is merely an act of courtesy. After all, Cleo cooks and cleans near every day.

One stack deposited on the kitchen counter and you return to gather another. Just as you are arranging another load to carry, a pair of black-gloved hands firmly grips you by the shoulders. Before you can hazard a guess, the familiar sultry voice clues you in on your sudden accoster. “Anon. You and I need to have a little talk.”

“Mym?” You have to admit to being a little worried. All of the fire dragons have been worked up by the summer heat and there is no doubt that Brunhilda is feeling it too. Human form or not. Ranzal warned you to give her space after he and Mym witnessed certain acts upon the beach you would not bring up in polite company.

Circling you to stand beside you, Mym squeezes your tense shoulders gently. “Come now Anon. There’s no need to be so tense. How about we sit down.” Her face is now where you can see it. You were afraid she might be jealous of Mercury. Brunhilda makes no secret about her feelings for the Prince. Instead she looks uncharacteristically serious instead of angry or frustrated. You sit down at the corner seat of the table to listen to what she has to say.

Mym lowers herself into the end seat and leans forward. Her ample bosom presses into her arms crossed in front of her. An awkward silence follows and the transformed dragoness breaks eye contact. You are about to speak up when she finally does first. “I need advice. It’s not easy for me to admit.”

“Advice from me? Why would someone like you need advice from someone like me?”

She twists her head to lock those blazing eyes on you again, and you feel like you could catch fire at any moment. No matter how long you spend around dragons it’s the fire dragons that still fill you with that sense of imminent danger. It could be something primal or you could just have a phobia of fire. Mym’s voice shakes you from your thoughts. “In matters of the heart you have succeeded where others have failed. Bridging the gap between human and dragon in the most intimate of ways.”

You cannot help but blush at the direct reminder of your exploits. “To be honest Mym I’m not such a great person to ask. I’m still figuring out how to approach things with Mercury and Poli’ahu.”

Holding a hand to her collarbone above her cleavage, Mym laughs at you in what you can’t help but feel is a sarcastic way. “Oh poor thing. Making sweet love to so many dragons you can’t juggle them all. Some of us have trouble getting one special someone to take notice of us.”

Cleo is just in the next room washing dishes and could come out any time to see what is taking so long with the next load. You eye the kitchen door out of the corner of your eye and feel a cool bead of sweat on your cheek. “Can we not talk so openly about it?”

“As long as we talk.” Mym places a hand over your’s on the table and looks at you desperately. “Meet me on the wall tonight. Please.”


The sun is dipping under the mountains and you stand in the doorway of the Halidom keep. You can see from here the outline of Mym standing on the wall, overlooking the lake. You can just bet she chose that spot intentionally. With a deep breath and a sigh you let out your tensions and take the walk up the stairs to join her between the parapets. “Evening, Mym.”

“Anon, I’m so glad you came,” she doesn’t look at you, leaning onto the stone ledge in front of her with her cleavage pressed between her arms. You don’t know how they don’t pop out of that top. You also have to resist making a remark about how you get that response from all the lady dragons.

“What can I say Mym? Love is a worthy cause.”

“Then I need you to tell me what to do,” her voice cracks with desperation and she fans her flushed face.

“Mym have you been drinking?” the fear of burning belches means you keep your distance and stand two parapets down the wall.

“Of course not. I’m in season,” Mym shoots a withering glare at you. “You will know what I mean when sweet little Mercury gets particularly ravenous.”

Awkwardly coughing and covering your mouth you change the topic back to her question. “Mym, it was Mercury who initiated things with me, so she might be…” you remember how Mercury simply jumped your bones after a swim without much foreplay. “A bad one to take advice from. Have you considered the obvious?”

“And what pray tell is so obvious Anon?” the dragoness in human form looks at you from under low eyelids.

“You ever notice how the Prince pays no attention to any of the ladies constantly after his D, not just you? What do all of the ladies have in common?” A pause, you can see you have her hooked and getting impatient for a point to be made. “None of them are dragons. And you might be a dragon, but you keep making your advances on him in human form.”

“You think the Prince is attracted to dragons?”

“Aren’t I?” your words give her pause and she runs a hand along the top of her breasts tracing out the curves.

“Could it be that simple?” her words sound spoken to herself and not to you. “I will try. If it does not work I will ask Mercury for advice instead.” Mym walks away down the stairs and you hope for the Prince’s sake he can take a hint this time.


Come morning there is a knocking upon your chamber door in the servant’s quarters. You groggily strain your neck to look up and call out, “Cleo? What time is it?” The sun outside is too low still for it to be the start of your shift.

“It’s me,” the Prince’s voice corrects you through the door. With a groan you get up out of bed knowing exactly what this is about. Unlocking the door you pull it open and stare at Prince Euden. “May I come in?”

“It’s your castle,” answering rather inappropriately for addressing royalty you walk back to your bed and sit down. Euden follows you inside and shuts the door. His face is nervous and he plays with his thumbs. “This is about Brunhilda isn’t it?”

“Yes, how did you guess?” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“She asked me for advice. How did it go?”

“My bed is broken, Anon,” the Prince answers earnestly and you can’t stop yourself from laughing.

“It was that good huh?” you wipe away a tear.

Going flush, the Prince lifts up a hand to hide his face from you. “I don’t know what you mean. She was lying on my bed in her dragon form and asked if I had time to consummate our love. I had to leave and sleep on the floor in Ranzal’s room.” When you hear his story you groan again and lift up a palm to your forehead. This boy needs to pound that dragon already before she burns the castle down in a fit of passion.

“All due respect, Prince, it’s too early in the morning not to speak frankly. Why on earth are you so against her advances? She’s drop dead gorgeous no matter what form she takes.”

Euden pulls up your reading chair from near the window and sits down looking at his feet. “I know. But she is a dragon and I am not. There is succession to consider. And I have heard sad stories about dragons losing their human loved ones to age.” You remember listening to Roc tell you about her long lost love the mercenary prince, with such total sorrow in her voice. Knowing where the Prince’s reluctance comes from you better understand his problem and you find your thoughts turning to Mercury. Will she have that same sorrow if you keep getting closer to her?

The mood in your bedroom is grim. Yet you have to say something. “She must know that better than you do, my Prince. And she still wants to be with you. Imagine how she must feel knowing that every day is burning away the time she could be spending with the one she feels so passionately about.”

It is not something the Prince can answer or decide quickly. You can tell he needs a quiet moment so you take that time to wash up your face in your wash basin and wake up. It is obvious you won’t be sleeping in this morning.

Finally he asks, “Can you come with me to talk to her? I’m not certain I would have the courage to say what needs to be said without someone to push me.”

“Of course. Let’s go look for her.”


Together with Prince Euden you walk along the beach down by the lake. From the Halidom it was easy to see Brunhilda’s dragon form lying on a rock and basking in the sun. She hears your footsteps in the sand and an eye cracks open looking exhausted and on the verge of tears. You personally expected her to be in a fiery fit, not lounging and feeling sorry for herself. Maybe this last rejection burned out the last of her hope.

“Brunhilda?” Prince Euden starts, looking back at you over his shoulder. You nod and put your hands on his shoulders to physically push him forward. Her eye tracks him getting nearer but she does not lift her head from her rock. “I apologize for the way I have treated you, pushing you away and pretending not to notice all of your proposals. I want to tell you the truth, and the truth is that I have been afraid of all the things a relationship with you would mean.”

“Then you come to finally say that our love can never be?” Brunhilda finally raises her head to look down at Euden from above with sad eyes like two smouldering embers.

“No, let me finish. The truth is that I think you are beautiful, the real you. And if you are willing to face all of the problems together with me then I know we can conquer them together.” When she hears the Prince’s words Brunhilda’s eyes go wide and shine brighter again. “If you are still willing to give me the chance?” He barely has time to get the words out before she is upon him, pinning him to the ground and with her muzzle up to his face. You stumble back and fall in the sand, and you can feel her warmth and hot breath from here when she opens up her mouth to snake her tongue along the Prince’s neck.

“I am darling. I am burning inside for you. If you mean what you say, take me here, take me now. I can wait no longer.” Husky breaths break up her words and she looms over a sweating and startled Euden on all fours. Her expectant sex is open and dripping onto the sand by his feet.

“Right here? But Anon is here and-”

“It is nothing Anon has not seen before. Besides it looks like he will be busy.”

You feel a nudge from behind you and look up. Mercury is standing behind you on the beach craning her head down over you to look at you. “Brunhilda needed some company to comfort her. It looks like she will not need it anymore. How about I keep you company instead? Or do you just want to watch?”

You grin and answer her. “Things on this beach are about to get steamy.”


If anyone was not aware of what was happening on the beach, Brunhilda is dead set on letting them know. Euden can do little but lie under her in the sand and pray to Ilia not to be crushed while she grinds down against his lower half. Her huffs, growls and moans are getting louder. The Prince’s clothes haven’t even been stripped off yet and his pants are soaked with the lubricating juices of Brunhilda’s cloaca.

You though have already discarded your shirt, pants and undergarments with Anon Jr. at full mast. “Hey Mercury if we don’t get Brun to quiet down the whole castle will end up watching. If you don’t mind experimenting we should give her something else to do with her mouth. For the sake of the Prince’s privacy. Absolutely not for other reasons.”

“You have a dirty mind,” your dragoness nuzzles you and purrs against your chest. “I like it.”

“Big girl I knew we were two of a kind the minute you gave me an unsolicited blowjob on the beach.”

Mercury turns around and slides backwards across the beach closer to Brunhilda where she is deep in the throes of summer heat. Lifting up her tail Mercury tentatively puts her vent well within the flamewyrm’s reach. So intensely under the spell of lust Brunhilda does not hesitate to flick out her tongue and take a taste of the smell of sex in front of her snout. Soon she leans forward and shoves her nose into Mercury’s soaking wet hole. Her moans are now muffled by the waterwyrm’s folds and Mercury presses her own face into the ground to send her growl of pleasure into the sand.

Some of Brunhilda’s attention is now elsewhere so you decide you might need to give your Prince a helping hand. You duck under Brunhilda and crawl in the sand next to him where he is dizzy from the musky smell and the heat. “No homo.” You say as you yank off his pants before he can protest. His boner flops out into the open air and boy did you not expect the Prince to be more hung than you. Brunhilda’s hole is a lot tighter looking than Mercury’s wide behind and with a tool like that the Prince might be able to fill her up a little without climbing inside.

“Anon this is very inappropriate,” the Prince tries to protest.

“Sorry. Should have asked first. Your dragon girlfriend is snout deep in mine so can I help you down here?” The Prince stays stunned silent with his fiercely flushed face. You realize that offering to help him down here after yanking his pants off might be sending the wrong message. “Help with pleasing Brun. Like I said no homo.”

Euden swallows and nods. His voice is unusually timid. “What should I do?”

You reach up to stretch open Brun’s entrance so that Euden can see the inside better. “You start by rubbing the edges. Give her some tongue attention if you feel comfortable with it. These two chutes here will feel good for her but avoid this one.” Experimentation with Mercury had informed you of that. You don’t know all of the holes are for and maybe it is better not to ask now that you’ve had your tongue up all of them.

Euden is unsurprisingly hesitant to lick dragon vent right away and starts to experimentally run his hand along the edges of her soft inner flesh, careful not to scratch himself on the scale that normally covers it. You decide to give her real attention while the Prince finds his bearings and push yourself up onto your knees and facefirst into what you know to be her egg hole. If she is anything like Mercury on the inside you know the sweet spots to push as you massage her with your hands and taste her with your tongue. The heat under her was sweltering. Inside of her is like opening up an oven with your face too close. It took some time to get used to Mercury’s fishy smell and taste but you think you don’t envy the Prince on this one. You should have brought something to drink.

Brunhilda’s body lifts up when she takes her forelimbs and gets a grip on Mercury’s ass using it to support her weight instead of the ground. You and Euden have more room now and he gets up on his knees too, stretching to experimentally give Brunhilda a lick. You think better of telling him what he is licking you are almost ninety percent sure is her butthole. It looks clean enough. Has she been keeping herself clean for this? Your thoughts are cut short when something hard and firm swats itself against your dick and you stop and look down. You and Euden’s eyes meet and you both go quiet.

“I think you have it from here. I’ll go see how Mercury is doing.” You get up without another word and walk past Brunhilda going to town on Mercury’s naughty bits.

Mercury is lying in the sand with her tongue lolled out and her nostrils heaving gently, then sucking in suddenly whenever Brun hits something good. “Hey girl can I take a seat here?” You ask pretending as if nothing happened just now. She extends her tongue out further, invitingly. It is a lot longer than what you have seen so far and a lot thicker closer to the base. You feel bad for her having her tongue in the sand but it doesn’t look like it bothers her at all. You straddle her tongue like you would a horse, looking into her eyes as you start to grind your cock and balls against her taste buds. Gently you cup the edges with your hands and mold her pink taster around your length, her slick saliva providing ample lubrication for you to settle into a rhythm humping it.

Mercury’s rear end lifts up leaving her head and foreclaws in the sand as Brunhilda changes positions again and brings her snack up with her head. You can see Brunhilda’s tail thrashing in the sand and her wide hips moving up and down. Internally you say a prayer for Euden’s hip bone.

Through Mercury’s tongue all around your cock you can feel vibrations from her throat as she purrs. Already hard as a rock from all the pheromones in the air and from the adrenaline of doing all this out in the open, you do not hold out much longer before you spray your load into the folds of Mercury’s tongue. When you are spent she slithers her tongue out from under you and takes the treat inside to swallow it like a good girl.

“I came three times already,” she croaks to you exhaustedly. “Brunhilda’s tongue is so hot. She is not stopping.” There is not a lot you can do so you lay down in the sand and snuggle up against your trapped dragoness’ head to wait it out with her. All the heat and the fatigue and the afterglow close in on the edges of your vision and you don’t know how long it is before you fade into unconscious oblivion.