You can't really remember how you got here, lying naked on the floor of a dimly lit cave on a pile of - what is this? Metal? Looking around you for a moment, and pushing yourself up on the shifting and sliding bits of metal, you can't quite see more than five feet out from your face, but that's more than enough for you to make out the faint glint of the golden coins beneath you.

Sliding off the pile with an avalanche of clinking coins, you try again to look around, but with only the barest light, the source of which you can't quite place, the draft blowing through is the only guide you have to go by. While your eyes adjust, you stumble through the darkness in the direction of the gentle, warm, intermittent breeze blowing through the cave - it reminds you of something but you can't quite place what at first.

It's only a few seconds later when you bump into something and the breeze stops that you realize that it sounded an awful lot like breathing.

Two large piercing green reptillian eyes open, fixing on you immediately, reflecting brightly even in the low light of the cave, and warm air washes over you as they snort. Your eyes are adjusting a little better, and you can make out the face of the cave's other inhabitant - a dragon, maybe a bit smaller than an elephant, with scales like rubies and a pointed snout that seems all the more intimidating when it snorts again, and presses into your stomach, pushing you over backwards. You yelp, but are cut off as it moves its head to push into your stomach, pressing you against the ground.

You really don't know what to expect next, but it certainly isn't what happens. Without warning, the dragon raises its head, gets up and circles around to face you with its hindquarters. You don't really have much time to question it though, before the dragon proceeds to roughly sit on you, knocking the air out of your lungs and forcing your face against its vent. Practically forced to breathe deeply, coughing a few times as you accidentally inhale some of its dripping wetness, there's nothing inherently pleasurable about the scent, and yet you find yourself getting progressively more and more aroused with each second you spend down there.

You don't even notice it at first when your tongue slips out of your mouth, only realizing you've been gently licking at the flesh in front of you when the dragon starts grinding her body against you much more insistently. But realizing it doesn't dissuade you - instead your whole body begins to tingle as the gentle warmth of arousal begins to spiral upwards in intensity, spreading through your whole body as it creeps into a burning want. Almost without any thought, you begin touching yourself as your other hand moves to push and prod the flesh in front of you to give you better purchase.

When the dragon lets out a growl, you can feel the rumbling through your whole body, and it pushes you over the edge; You tense and close your eyes as stars fill the space behind your eyelid and what feels like white-hot pleasure flows through your body. When it recedes though, you find yourself exactly as aroused as before you climaxed, and with your head and one arm pulled partway into the dragon's vagina. You struggle to try and pull away, squirming, writhing, pushing with your free hand, but hearing the loud growls and roars from the dragon, you think you're only succeeding in pleasuring it further, a particularly loud roar accompanying a flow of wetness, and a spasm of the walls around you before you're pulled just a little bit further in.

Even as your situation gets more concerning your arousal is like a fire inside you despite yourself, and you can barely manage to get yourself to try using your free hand to escape instead of touching yourself - a dillema that's solved for you with another lust-filled cry from the dragon, as you're pulled a little further in, pinning your arm against the side of your body and keeping you from seeking even the slightest relief. You can only writhe back and forth as the dragon continues to pull you into its body, until finally a brief, wet, sucking noise signals the whole of your body entering the larger creature.

There's a few more less intense spasms and shrudders of the fleshy walls around you that drag you deeper into the dragon's body, force you to curl up into a ball, but the roars and cries of the dragon stop, and you can feel its body move as it lies back down where it was. Lust still burning in your body, you're not able to do much but wait for unconsciousness to overtake you.

You awaken in the dark, still curled up with your legs tight to your chest, held there by the tight confines of... Whatever you're in. Your mind is still somewhat hazy, and you barely register the sound of a gentle tapping and knocking - in fact you start to fall back asleep until the sound becomes more insistent and is accompanied with a crack, and suddenly you find yourself spilling out onto soft grass out of the egg you were held in. Still slightly dazed, you don't resist as someone sets you sitting upright and a moment later, another dragon - a blue creature with three sets of purple and teal wings, much smaller than the last one, maybe the size of a horse at best - circles to your front and sits down in front of you, then chirps. Curiously you realize that while that you're totally able to understand what they said despite it definitely not being words coming out of its mouth. "Well, hello there!"

You look away, blushing as the rising warmth in your body reminds you of the state the last dragon left you in. Clearly misunderstanding, the dragon moves forwards, "Yyyeah, I get that this isn't really the ideal, waking up with your body changed like this and all," It's only when they say so that you look yourself over and realize your legs have become digitigrade and green-furred, ending in paws, and that your arms are well on their way to a similar change, fur covered, and claws at the ends of your fingertips. The discovery of your swishing tail distracts you from your surprise about your arms and legs, and it doesn't take much longer to realize that you've grown great feathered wings, which you beat them once in disbelief, "It's not that bad though. And for what it's worth, you wear it pretty well,"

"Here, let me get that for you," The blue dragon chirps cheerfully, its tongue darting out and brushing bits of eggshell and grass off your new wings - you gasp and shiver ever so slightly at the sensation as the forked tongue briefly runs over feathers and fur, not even slightly ready for how sensitive it turned out the new appendages were. The dragon startles and pulls back, looking at you, and you blush bright red. After a moment, its eyes narrow and maw spreads into a toothy, mischeivous grin. "Oh? Do you like that?" You briefly affirm but even as you do the dragon is already pushing its head into you and you find yourself on your back against the soft grass.

"You know, I was trying to hold back. Since you were just freed and all, clearly going through a thing, I mean," The musical trill escaping from its maw take of a mischevious tone, and stepping over you it pins your shoulder underneath the claws of one foreleg, leaning down and using the other to trace the edges of your wings. Shuddering, you start to pull yourself away as much as you can with your shoulder trapped, but the dragon pins you in place as they drop their head onto your other shoulder and you feel their warm breath tickle your neck while they continue to tease your wing with a claw. "Mmm, but I don't know, you smell so good. It makes it hard to keep myself from just claiming you for myself."

Each time you try to speak, they cut you off - with a particularly forceful drag of their claw against your sensitive wings, with their tongue, briefly darting in trails against your neck, behind your newly furred ears - it seems like they're taking pleasure in teasing you, in the way your breath catches, in the way you squeal, and a few times the dragon stops moving entirely, just waiting for you to try to protest so it can cut you off again. For your part, the tingling warmth in the whole of the lower half of your body is getting more intense with each passing second, quickly stoked into a burning desire by the teasing of the larger creature, and it crosses your mind to question why you're getting so aroused so fast, but the question is pushed out of your mind as the dragon pulls its leg away from your shoulder and begins to shuffle backwards, bringing its tongue down in a long drag against your neck and down to your collarbone.

You look into the golden eyes of the dragon and its tongue flits out, lightly tickling your collarbone again, "You know, I realized what you smell like. Why it is you smell so good." The chirps are accompanied by another slow drag of the tongue down across your body as the dragon shuffles even further back, a lazy winding path in circles and loops downwards, across your breast, a quick encircling of your nipple before a brief stop at your stomach. "You, madamoiselle, smell," It's not holding you in place anymore, you could easily struggle or try to get away, but something about the way it looks at you as your eyes meet make you feel just as trapped as if it was holding you down. The trail of its tongue continues downwards until it comes to your legs, which the dragon gently nudges open with its pointed snout, before briefly pausing. Letting its hot breath wash over your exposed folds, its tongue dancing around but not quite touching, you gasp when its tongue darts out and brushes your clit, "Like a dragonness in heat."

You could not be any more red as you begin to protest between heavy breaths, but your body betrays you as the desire is stoked into a fiery need. Your words are cut short with a gasp when the dragon presses its snout against your body, into your body, the tongue exploring and darting this way and that. Your eyes close, your fists close around handfuls of grass and it's all you can do to keep from bucking your hips into the creatures face, but just as quickly as it started it stops and steps back.

You raise your head to look, panting as the burning flame of arousal drives you to qu. Though you meet its eyes at first, the swishing of the dragon's feathered tail draws your attention to its lower body, and you see its member, pointed and erect. Something about the sight calls to you and the burning need to have anything in you, to give you some sort of relief, changes to the need to have that cock specifically inside you, to have it fill you, and sate you, and to bear a clutch of eggs-

Wait what?

The thought is brief and if you weren't so distracted by the fire of want, of the NEED to be filled, you might give it more consideration, but it's pushed aside in a moment when the dragon dips his head down and nudges you onto your stomach before he pulls you up and repositions you with a foot, then shuffles just a bit further to let his member rest between your thighs. Even the minor stimulation of its erect cock rubbing between your thighs causes you to shudder and sigh in pleasure, and just the thought of it inside you stokes the furnace of your desire to nearly unbearable levels. You squirm and writhe in the dragon's grip and you want to beg the creature to stop teasing you and get on with it, but it's almost like the overwhelming lust has even stolen your ability to speak. All you can do is issue a plaintive whimper between panting, ragged breaths as the dragon moves his dick back and then forwards, this time letting the tip of its pointed cock sit at your needy entrance, ever so slightly parting your folds.

The sensation of being so close to being filled, to dousing the fire and satisfying yourself, only for the dragon to simply stop RIGHT there is all too much and you wriggle and struggle against him in an attempt to force his length inside your body. It seems this is too much for him too - with none of the relative restraint he's shown so far, he pushes forward hard and in a moment almost the whole of his pointed member is filling you as you yelp. His grip around you loosens, and even with his hardness filling you, stretching you further than you imagined you could handle, you find yourself moaning in wordless need, bucking and pushing your hips in an attempt to have the last of his hard, sleek cock inside of you.

You can hear the dragon's need for you in the broken cadence of his breathing even before you feel it in the way he begins thrusting in and out, seemingly as desperate to fill you as you are to be filled, and as he continues, it's like nothing else matters but the raw pleasure you're feeling. His thrusts become more desperate and erratic, and he's far more forceful about getting the expanding knot into you. Even through the haze of pleasure, you know what's coming, but the only thing that penetrates the fog entirely is a desperation for him to be locked in ecstasy with you, to fill you with his seed and to feel a clutch of eggs growing inside you - you can't even start to be concerned about the thought this time; it only serves to feed into your pleasure.

Then suddenly he pulls against you HARD at the same time he thrusts and as the knot pushes inside, you know already know it's not coming back out, even before you hear him cry out from above you and tug repeatedly. The sensation of it drives you over the edge and your vision goes white with pleasure and blessed relief from the desperate lust that had overtaken you, even as you feel the dragon's hot seed flow into you. You stay there, panting and basking in the sense of contentedness and bliss, almost forgetting the situation you're in until the dragon rolls onto its side, taking you with it.

"Well! That was... Good. Yes. Good. Uh... Sorry." It chirps "That was a little forward of me. A lot forward. I'm sor-" He yelps - It's your turn to shut him up mid-speech as, with some difficulty, you shift around on his member, still solidly locked inside you, until you're facing his plated underside, you face against the furry tuft on his chest.

He rolls over onto his back, again taking you by necessity, and wraps a foreleg over you, pressing down on your folded wings and holding you against his chest. He brings his wings to cover you like a blanket and there's silence between you for a bit before he cautiously chirps again, "Well, uh, kinda a little late for it but... What's your name?"