Hide of Iron, Stomach of Brimstone

	Trekking through the rocky snow-covered peaks of mountains abandoned by man and monster alike, an unusual pair carried forwards. Amid the frigid winds blowing through the endless stretch of clouds that obscured the vision of any land below, the two reflected what little light cracked through the grey skies with a metallic sheen. While one wore a grey suit of armor, the other was covered in a shining hide of glimmering scales. Though both exteriors weathered many battles and fearsome blows, the shapes underneath were quite different.

	Leading the arduous journey with map held aloft, was a human. Lifting his visor to better ascertain where they could be, he called against the howling wind back to his companion. “Are we heading in the right direction Esme!?” Behind him and lifting her large wings to shield the map from flying away in the freezing gales was the other member of the duo. Even if she had draconic eyes, she could hardly see much better in the obscuring weather. “You’re the one with map Leo!”

	The duo had gained a wide array of reputations as monster hunters. While some saw Leo as a beast tamer so crafty he tricked a dragon into his bidding, other lands viewed Esme as an unusual dragon with a pet human. The truth was neither rumor was true, for the two had a more equal partnership than most would think possible. Most found this difficult to believe though, it wasn’t that long ago Leo was hired to slay Esme after all. The unusual outcome of them working together afterwards lead many to spin tales about what might have happened that day.

	The news of such an unusual team may have been met with mixed responses, but it had the advantage of giving them surprising publicity. Moral questions seemed to fad in the eyes of rich nobles who found themselves faced with mythical dilemmas. How often could you hire the fierceness of a dragon through a reputable knight? Offerings to slay magical beasts poured in from every direction before long. Their current quest was to slay a marauding gang of giants in a further away kingdom, yet they still needed to traverse these mountains to get there.

	Leo stopped for a moment to get his bearings, only to have her large head scarred from years of failed knights to dip behind his shoulder. A dragon breathing on the back of your neck would have stopped the hearts of most mortal men, yet Leo was familiar enough with the feeling to enjoy her warm breath in the cold terrain. With care she brought her wings in closer, internally worried the human might be freezing, but her jaded face didn’t show it. Instead she puffed out another visible breath, “The sun sets in the west, right?” Leo looked up to confirm where the barely visible sun was. “Uh, well that should mean we head…” he points his gauntlet clad hand unconfidently into the distance, “…there?”

	Both wordlessly considering if that particular section into the icy unknown was the correct choice, Leo spoke up once again. “If we can find a cave or some other natural shelter it might serve us better to camp out until the weather clears…” A hint of nervousness crept into Esme’s voice at the suggestion, “No… no we will do fine to continue in the direction you decided on.” She wasn’t the most expressive, but she did her best to sound prideful as she continued, “I trust your educated navigation skills…” He chuckled in response, it still felt weird to be complimented by a dragon. “Okay, if you have such faith in me then, onward we march!”

	With another puff of steam from her nostrils she sighed in temporary relief. She abhorred the idea of spending a night enclosed with Leo in such a small space. Not because she disliked him, rather the opposite. She didn’t even have good relations with her fellow dragons, and the shining human was probably the only friend she’s had in ages. To make sure that stayed true, she needed to hide a deep secret from him. One that boiled and bubbled beneath her tough hide. Something about herself she could never make go away with strength alone.

	Ever since she was a young hatchling, Esme was cursed with a natural noxious gas generation that even a poison wyvern would run from. Dragons are rarely the most caring parents, so her windy behind soon had her swiftly ejected for fumigating the den one too many times. Since then she was mostly a loner and a drifter. Even once she tried finding a mate, but her explosive releases repelled any potential suitors with wings over their faces. It’s no wonder she ended up alone, fighting the occasional hunter dispatched to end her crop-souring plumes of flatulence. The one advantage to living alone was that she could raise her tail and fire away all she wanted.

However, with years of experience, she had developed a stomach of iron. With someone like Leon in her life, she managed the willpower to bottle up all the fumes that grew inside her throughout the whole day. Fearing she might frighten him away, or worse, hurt him, she made a habit of sneaking out at night while Leo slept to “decompress”. As far as she knew he was still unaware of her earth quaking midnight strolls, and she fully intended to keep it that way. Internally she dismissed going so far out of her way for him as “Maybe my dragon instincts just want me to protect this shiny man…” but she knew that wasn’t true. It meant the world to her just to have someone to talk to. No one wanted to talk to a dragon, let alone one quite so flatulent.

	Now, what came out of her would be bad any night, but recently she had grown more paranoid. With a lack of any game to hunt in these desolate slopes, she was forced to dip into Leo’s human rations. It bothered him none as he had more than enough to spare, but her insides were struggling to digest the heavily processed human foods like garlic-infused cheeses and heavily spiced meats. She had fought greater pains in her life, but the heavy churning inside her core made her fear tonight would be… unforgivably foul. That is, assuming she held on that long. However it was best to keep her mind off her toiling guts, so instead she chose to watch Leo longingly, his confident marching unaware anything could go wrong.

	The strapping knight was none the wiser to his dear friend’s predicament, but he still cared for her. She may not have had much experience conveying her emotions, yet he was getting pretty good at interpreting her. The way her amber eyes seemed to dart around and her tail moved stiffly, something was definitely upsetting her. Was it because he had gotten them lost? He raised his vision proudly, he was Leo the lion-hearted, and he wouldn’t let any beautiful maiden down! Especially not the one following him, even if she was double his size his chivalry still applied.

. . .

	Confidence helps, but it turns out the weather doesn’t care how a man carries himself. The stone spires offered no protection from the increasing winds and newfound snowfall. Vision was reduced even worse as Leo found himself pushing headfirst into the streaking white powder. Even Esme found her movement slowed, her species may have been too heavy to fly, but that didn’t mean her wings weren’t working against her and pulling her back. Even folded they still caught some turbulence and dragged her backwards. The only thing fouling faster than the weather was currently festering inside the dragon’s supple stomach.

	Feeling the dense supplies Leo had shared with her so nicely violently plead for gaseous freedom from her rear, she tensed up even tighter. However, the swelling inside her was difficult to ignore. “Must this happen with everything I eat?” she pondered in frustration. Perhaps she could sneak a little out? The winds would whip her foul flatus away, and hopefully cover some of the noise… Still, she knew her outbursts could drown out thunder on a bad day, and this was a particularly abhorrent day. Slowly creeping her neck forward to make sure Leo was preoccupied looking ahead, she decided to exercise some very precise muscle control.

	Flexing her clenched cheeks ever so slightly, she gave her over-pressured methane the narrowest escape she could possibly muster. Like squeezing a tornado through a pinhole, she felt the vile heat hiss through her fiercely into the crisp air behind her. The heat so intense a visible trail of steam followed behind her. Fortunately Leo wasn’t down-wind of her, any small animals unfortunate enough to intercept her sulfurous exhaust trail would have fainted on the spot. At the moment though, the only real danger it posed was to passing snowflakes that melted before the lingering cloud’s lasting warmth.

	Her plan wasn’t perfect however, as she shifted her legs to keep her balance on the jagged rocks, her posture flexed open her rear floodgates more, and what was once silently quickly morphed into an angry duck call. Startled herself, she quickly resealed her interior gas factory and winced slightly. That had hardly even made a dent in what was brewing inside of her. However her modicum of relief was replaced with horror as Leo turned to her briefly. “What was that? Perhaps something does live in these barren peaks?” Mortified, her normally flat voice raised a few octaves. “Oh? I didn’t hear anything…” The human mercifully took her word for it and continued forward, Esme brushing a talon across her brow in relief. However her insides quickly reminded her with yet another increase in pressure that she needed to think of something.

	For the armored man ahead of her, he was busy reminiscing. His goal at the moment was mostly to keep walking a straight line against the weather, leaving him time to think. As per the norm lately, it came back to the faithful dragon. He was always trying to think of ways to make her happy. After all, she looked so miserable when he first met her. The few dragons he had slain were always loud, brazen, laughing maniacally over some plan… Esme just looked like she hadn’t the heart to continue. Her cave reeked of pungent death, and yet she lay slumped there, speaking softly even when he proclaimed his intent to duel her. With a lack of cadavers to cause the smell, he assumed she was just so forlorn she chose to live in such a naturally repugnant place.

	The first time he saw her smile was that same day, when he took off his gauntlet and laid a hand on her snout. He told her it would be blatant offense to his honor to slay such an innocent woman, and her large eyes grew watery in response. The way she smiled was like it was the first time anyone had even bothered to look at her kindly. From that moment on he wanted to see that positive curl of her mouth more. The second time she smiled was as he gave her a grand speech, talking about how, if she desired, such a fearsome iron-hide dragon would gladly be welcome with him on his travels…

	Seeing her seemingly upset today had Leo plotting a way to cheer her up. He was a poor jester, so comedy wasn’t an option. Perhaps he could return her earlier compliment? Stopping again to check the faded map, Esme once again lifted her wings to help shield him and the map. Leo spoke up a little to make sure she heard him amid the burgeoning blizzard. “I am fortunate to have such an able woman here with me! Few maidens could even hold back the winds for another!”

	Esme blushed deeply for multiple reasons. While she felt she didn’t deserve such kind words, his poor choice of words reminded her just how many “winds” she was holding back just inside of her poor stomach, let alone on the outside. Leo made sure to turn around to see the fearsome beast turn her head sheepishly away, a wry smile just on the edges of her face. By the gods he found her adorable like that… Rolling up the large map once again, he moved forward into the storm a little more appeased his companion was doing better.

. . .

	As it turns out, “better” was a bit subjective for Esme at the moment. Frankly, his reassuring comments were just making the large dragon more nervous for his sake. As the winter storm picked up intensity, so did she. The deafening winds allowed her to release short but powerful poots every other step, each warbling puff of thick gut smoke taking a little longer to fully disperse from her prodigious posterior. Desperately trying not to look suspicious, she even started motioning her tail to try and release any lingering fumes that clung to her scaled cheeks like a malodorous fog. The worst part was her countless toots weren’t alleviating her overburdened bowels, only preventing something more destructive from breaking loose.

	When Leo turned to face her, she frantically used her thick tail to seal her puffing exhaust pipe, much to her simmering stomach’s painful complaints. The human had to bellow just to be heard over the blizzard. “THERES A CAVE UP AHEAD, I REALLY THINK WE NEED TO STAY THERE UNTIL THIS BLOWS OVER!” Her heart sank in response. She was so preoccupied stealthily letting loose she forgot how inevitable this was. She couldn’t just wander off to decompress on a night like this, she’d be lucky to ever find Leo again, abandoning him in such horrendous conditions… She raised her voice against the winds, sounding nervous feeling like she was guaranteeing a future tragedy, “O-OKAY… IF WE REALLY HAVE NO OTHER C-CHOICE!”

	The cave might have been considered spacious for Leo, but the dragon found herself feeling confined in the rough crevice. The turbulent mass inside her only twisted her guts further as she squeezed through the opening. She needed to be strong however, if she was lucky maybe Leo would fall asleep soon, allowing her to deflate the pressure that stretched her soft underbelly taut. Gingerly making a semicircle around the aforementioned human, she made herself as comfortable as she could manage in the end of the chamber. She took extra care to wedge her tightly clenched behind into the wall as an extra barrier. Laying her head down against the stone, she did her best to coerce him to rest early. “Such a long journey today... We should sleep soon.”

	The knight didn’t disagree with her statement, but he knew something was off. Esme was acting uncharacteristically anxious, her large claws tapped nervously against the ground… and he could hear something else, like a faint gurgling. In the abrupt silence brought by the hollow shelter, it was difficult to ignore a deep rumbling that clearly originated from the glinting dragon surrounding him. He felt ashamed, but his first thought was of an old crush of his. She was some form of beastfolk, a skunk. Nothing ever happened between the two of them, but it left him with an unusual interest… One he found himself embarrassed to even picture his friend involved in.

	Shaking his mind from the gutters he went with the more obvious deduction. “Oh, I might stay up a little longer. Perhaps we should eat something? You sound a little hungry.” Her face soured for a moment just thinking about eating something in her current state, but she forced a small grin for his consideration. “Oh no, I’m fine, really…” Her statement was undercut by a louder, watery gurgle from her stomach that she smiled sheepishly through. However,r Leo took her rather unconfident word as truth. “If you’re sure… I still need to get out of this armor before I can get comfortable anyway.”

	Even in her current distress the dragon found her deep yellow eyes lingering on the human prying the many intricate armor pieces from his body. Her usual excuse that maybe she was just instinctually interested in him for his shining armor failed to explain her poorly hidden glances at his thinly covered form. Nor her fascination with his hair. She mused that his human skin must be wonderfully soft compared to a dragon such as herself… Oh, but certainly he must be firm in just the right places training like he always does… Her indecent thoughts were interrupted when Leo glanced towards her, causing her to overreact and swivel her head to stare at the blank cave walls.

	Attempting to muster an excuse for her glances as quickly as possible, she refused to make eye contact while muttering, “You uh… you must be quite cold in just that…” Leo sighed, “You’re not wrong, the chill is creeping into my bones without this heavy suit… I’ve made it through worse though.” Before she could process what she was saying, the question had already delicately left her fearsome maw. “Perhaps… you would do better sleeping closer to a dragon’s natural warmth?” Her eyes shot open once she realized what she had suggested, and internally she screamed. “No! Idiot! Get the human away from the castle-clearing flatulent dragon, not closer!”

	Leo, wearing only his thin cloth garments, still hesitated to take her offer. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortab-b-ble.”  His last word was elongated by an unexpected shiver, something that prompted her to unfold a wing invitingly, even slightly tilting her body against the stone wall to expose her much more inviting underbelly rather than her roughest scales. While Leo was touched, knowing that such a vulnerable position was hard earned from any experienced combatant, Esme felt her heart rate quicken. This was such a terrible idea for her, yet it seemed too cruel to leave him freezing like that.

	The second the man leaned against her she shivered, not from cold, but rather pleasure. Oh, she had only dreamed of someone willingly lying beside her so close! Her most “intimate” interactions previously consisted of nothing but screaming assailants and enchanted blades driven between her scales. Even her intense gas cramps were temporarily soothed when one of her internal questions were answered: Humans really were soft. She could feel his body leaning against her through his slim cloth covering as he lightly sunk into her body. Was this what it felt like to have someone in your life? Her mind wandered erratically in that moment, a mix of impossible dreams seemed real for the first time…

	Meanwhile Leo found himself surprised by the unexpected tenderness. Although most of her body was covered in abrasive scales harder than steel, the underside of her wing fell on him like a warm blanket, her belly like a beautifully firm mattress with just enough give to support him. He could almost feel her radiating heat… even her slightly elevated breathing mixed with a noticeable undercurrent of motion from the swirling mixture inside of her. Not wanting to spoil the moment with a taboo desire, he decided the added rumbling might be an aspect of fire-producing organs any dragon would have, certainly not a byproduct of horrendous indigestion.

	As the man found himself surprisingly relaxed, a surge of pure rancid gas tearing through her system reminded the large dragon of her ongoing dilemma. Yet, her heart could never muster the willpower to remove Leo from herself in this position. Feeling a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead, she found only one solution. She needed to make him fall asleep as fast as possible, and then make her escape. Though, the best she might be able to manage at this point would be sticking her hindquarters out the entrance and emptying every bit of her own raging storm into the wailing blizzard outside. She would have to hope he was quite the heavy sleeper.

	Leo gasped for a moment as Esme grasped him tightly against her body, a wing snugly wrapped his body. Despite his usual bravado his voice sounded like a surprised squeak, “Ah! Uh, thank you… you’re too kind, really.” She was surprised by how brazen she was being, but this was necessary to make her plans work. The huge reptile refused to consider other emotions might be playing into her actions, instead focusing on her impatient indigestion. “I’m just repaying your kindness…” She whispered, curling her neck to bring her face closer to his.

	The feeling of her steamy breath lightly rustling his hair relaxed Leo further, but not enough for her plan to work. Instead he tried to answer her question, “Kindness?” He pondered for a moment, recalling their most recent mission purging a small vampire infestation. “Is this for the time I pried that bloodsucker off your tail?” In spite of the situation she laughed softly, it’s not like their fangs could have even got through her natural armor anyway. “No, something more important than that…” She held the kindly knight even closer, her internal turmoil vibrating him slightly. “You’ve stayed at my side all this time… You…” She couldn’t believe she was really saying this to him right now, and yet, she spoke anyway. “You’re the closest friend I’ve ever had… Really the only one…”

	Her heartfelt speech was interrupted by a truly unruly protest from her insides, something that felt like an overfilled waterbed shaking in an earthquake for the bundled knight. This turn of events had Esme wincing in pain, holding her tail tighter as a makeshift plug, but it had Leo suppressing a wave of excitement. Having a childhood skunk friend with digestive issues was far different from a dragon, but he could recognize someone holding back. Smiling himself, he realized he might have a perfect opportunity to bring some joy into her face. With practiced hands he slowly stroked the length of her stomach pressed against him, prompting a deep guttural noise like purring from the mighty dragon.

	Although Esme felt her pain subside, the pressure shifted dramatically lower and lower into her body. She could only whimper as a result from concern and pleasure intermingling so quickly. She gasped out, “OH MY! I k-know you’re trying to help an- AH! And you a-a-are… but I REALLY think that’s a bad idea right now.” As Leo recognized more symptoms of gas cramps in her, he had to make an effort to sound casual. “I assure you, it’s my duty as a knight to soothe such a delicate flower as yourself.” Feeling more like a bomb than a rose, she resisted weakly against his kneading fingers. “P-pl-pl-please, I don’t want to lose you li-”

	She wouldn’t get to finish her statement, as her anal dam had sprung a leak. Even pressed heavily against the wall and wrapped with her tail, the sound of short but disgustingly powerful and bubbling farts rippled her cheeks and reverberated off the cave walls. Each miniature explosion fired out of her rear mounted cannon with violent force, her body filled to the brim with toxic gasses desperately seeking release. As she futilely strained to keep control over her condensed methane, the stench of her superheated puffs spread like wildfire. This was just the tip of the gaseous iceberg, and yet the aroma so thick with torturous amounts of brimstone and sulfur it already eclipsed anything Leo had ever inhaled.

	Suppressing the initial urge to gag, Leo hid the fact he was inhaling deeper than ever to catch more of her beautifully repulsive brew. As much as he was enjoying himself, he saw the expression of strain and fear in his companion, so he removed a hand from her stomach and lightly caressed her snout. Through her ongoing accidental artillery her eyes widened and she frantically explained. “I’m sorry, human food doesn’t settle well with me, and you were so nice to give me some, and I couldn’t resist, and if you want me to leave I understand, you are alright aren’t you? It isn’t so bad I’m hurting you? Because one time-”

	She stopped her worried babbling when the human leaned in, to speak softly, just barely audible over her trumpeting ass. “Oh please, this is nothing to worry about. I’ve seen elves with worse stomach troubles.” The last part was a blatant lie, especially given how dainty elves were they couldn’t hope to match a tenth of what had already slipped out of her. And yet, she clung to his every word with rising hope. “You know what? Maybe it’s a good thing. We don’t have a fire to warm us, so perhaps this will do the trick…” In response she squeezed him almost unbearably tightly as her eyes began to water. The last reaction she had ever expected was a positive one. However, her emotional response only pressed the man deeper into her stomach, increasing the frequency of outbursts with an even deeper tone.

	She sniffled a little under his touch, “I never pegged you for a jester, but please don’t lie on my behalf. My heart can’t take it…” He used every ounce of strength in his muscles to life her sullen head slightly to match her downtrodden gaze. “I’m a man of my word, so I assure you I won’t complain. Feel free to relax.” Under most other circumstances she would rather flee into the night, quaking rear leaving a trail behind her, but instead she grinned through a heavy blush on her flustered face. A moment later she raised her tail and unleashed hell on the small air space.

	Without a firm barrier in place, her bountiful blasts went straight from gunpowder to napalm. The chokingly dense fog billowing out of her impacted the rock wall with such force it followed the curves of the surface and blew right back. It breezed past the man so powerfully he felt as though he was outside again, only these sweltering gales warmed his body like a humid jungle wind… smelling like it originated from a stagnant swamp. That didn’t stop him from snaking a hand down to trace circles along her uproarious belly, feeling the supple plushness hidden underneath her armor lose tension at his touch. She couldn’t speak in her current condition, the dragon could only groan at the stinging exhaust pouring out of her and moan feeling him dutifully ease her stomach.

	Her first true deafening detonation lasted ages, and yet as it petered out, she grunted loudly and started the whole process over again. She hated it, but her body was so overloaded with the hazy pollutants her stomach wouldn’t let her stop. Time and time again her tail would twitch to signal another surge of vapors to add to the growing miasma. While the snow piled higher and higher outside, the already poor ventilation of their shelter worsened under the snowy seal.

	Through her ordeal she watched Leo between clenching her eyes shut to force another flood of gas out, and to her surprise he hardly seemed bothered. She found herself swooning over him once again with a thumping in her chest. Dragons couldn’t handle her like this, yet here he remained! Mustering courage on par with facing a rampaging tarrasque, she acted on her feelings in one swift movement, bridging the evaporating gap between their faces with a flustered expression.

	With eyes closed and an anxiety induced tremble, she gently pecked him with a tiny kiss. Her voice was still wavering, but she did her best to be heard over the bodily cacophony ringing out from her. “Nnngh… I don’t deserve som-“ She gasped shortly as his magic hands worked another knot out of her system as well as a crashing wave of ripe flatus. “Ah! Ooooooh… I don’t deserve someone like you…” Feeling almost as lost in bliss, Leo responded hazily, “I could say the same…” This heavily armored woman was putting any preconceived notions of how fantastically flatulent a woman could be to shame for him. Being pressed together so tightly however, his enjoyment made a more pressing appearance below his belt. Unaware of what was happening, his rapidly stiffening manhood pressed against her underside.

	Blinking in confused bewilderment, she felt the expanding tent against her, but Esme couldn’t quite put the pieces together. An urgent need suddenly welling up within her, she pushed her head downward, positively burying her snout in his pants. Leo struggled lightly under her diving touch, but he was far too firmly held to move. He felt the abrupt stimulation between his legs as she sniffed hungrily around his privates. Even through her own overpowering stench radiating through the room, she could smell it. Exactly what her instinctual desires had her seeking out. The smell of lust.

	Unable to accept such a turn of events, she pulled her head from his crotch slowly, scanning him intensely with her amber eyes for answers. Afraid he might have ruined an otherwise nice moment with his unusual interests, Leo tapped his fingers together awkwardly. “…It’s um, well, you see, really it’s kind of…” His quickly faltering mutterings were halted by a breathy question, “Do you enjoy me so much you could desire me even like this?” Even her bursting booty seemed to join her sentiment, quieting to a meaty rumble resembling an ass clapping purr. Enthralled beyond reason, Leo responded honestly. “You being ‘like this’ makes it even better…”

	As her head shot up cheerfully, her rear even followed with a resounding ripper of high pitch delight. Mentally she screamed, “The gods are kind! How could such a perfect man exist for me!?” Feeling truly wanted in the deepest way, years of repressed urges came undone in a moment, prompting an outpouring of sexual desires faster than she could process them. Leo glanced downward after feeling a new heat trickle past his legs. Between her thick hind legs what was normally a thin slit had transformed into a needy opening leaking draconic steam. Not only steam, but a slow moving waterfall of her sweet nectar streamed out past her dark lower lips, flushed with desire.

	Leo couldn’t even react as she abruptly stood on all four of her legs, depositing him on the rocky ground softly. Still sitting prone on the ground with a raging erection, he watched as the large dragon almost aggressively presented her steaming hindquarters to him. Before she could speak her lengthy tail raised to the heavens to loose another jetstream of fermented funk. The pointblank blast pushed itself directly into his sinuses and lungs, replacing any untainted oxygen that might have remained in a tumultuous fury. Unable to resist such a gargantuan gift, he leaned forward to huff deep breaths full of such potent stench it overpowered his senses.

	Pleased by what she was witnessing, her rapidly deteriorating mind filled only by carnal desires spoke her needs shamelessly. “I NEED you to DRIVE that dick DEEP inside me AT ONCE!” Although her enamored voice bellowed dominantly, her statement was followed by needy whimpers and a slow shake of her hips to entice the knight. Even without the mind-numbing cloud that lingered over her bountiful jiggling behind, the sight flared Leo’s confidence. It was a daunting task to mount such a lusty creature, but he was Leo the lion-hearted, and if this damsel was in erotic distress, he’d rock her world hard enough she’d be left wearing that beautiful smile of hers for days!

	Getting his bearings in the chamber, he realized how dramatically the atmosphere had changed. Now the space was thoroughly fumigated with the infatuated dragon’s internal smog to the point the previously frozen earth had been transformed into a passionately heated sauna, an ever growing seal of snow trapping the heinous fumes inside, allowing the temperature and condensed aroma to only condense further. At this point it would already be days until the lingering taint of Esme’s bowels left the rock walls, yet she wasn’t even a quarter through her gaseous payload. Of course this didn’t bother him, his new air supply may have left him slightly lightheaded, but her rancid repellant worked like potent pheromones for this knight in particular.

	Savoring a deep breath, he hastily pulled down his pants, unveiling his absolutely diamond “spear”. He charged forward into the gargantuan hindquarters fully revealed to him by her eagerly hoisted tail. Armed with only his personal “lance” between his legs, he planned on making a dramatic entrance. Lunging forward with all the might his limbs could supply, his aim proved true. With a resounding smack reminiscent of the mightiest slap against the booty of a giant, the knight made contact. Even after years of fierce combat with those that wished to make her metal hide into armor, this would be the deepest anyone had ever pierced her. She cried out like a true primal beast, her virginal opening unaccustomed to such stimulation.

	Still recoiling from the feeling, she dug her claws hard enough into the floor to scrape the stone, her piercing cry reducing to more needy whimpers. However, as she quieted down, her other orifice rebelled against the lull in volume. Inches away from his face, her tailhole stretched to it’s limits to let out her own unique brand of furious aftershocks. Leo could only describe the immediate sensations as pure heat, the dragon’s fiery insides nearly melting his cock as they quickly clenched tightly around him, but if that wasn’t enough her asshole belched out a torrent of raunchy flatus like a superpowered hair dryer of unimaginable foulness and industrial proportions.

	Her dual assault on his senses covered his body in odorous steam that clung to his pores and filled his airways with her potent brew of long since expired cheese and cloying garlic, yet he felt more alive than ever. With an impassioned fervor he set to exploring her stubbornly tight depths and stimulating ridges with rapid thrusts, his efforts rewarded with a deepening roar from the hole pressed into his face and ever more unabashed moans from his companion.

	Feeling simultaneous bliss from the man pushing into her well lubricated love tunnel with lewd slaps, and her painful gas cramps being finally relieved with each inhuman release flowing out of her, Esme’s mind was long gone. Only replaced by desire for the man with her, she continued to crank out consecutive blows of nastiness against his eager face while pushing her hips back to match his thrusts and swallow every inch of his member she could. The rapturous couple could likely be heard over the blizzard outside, although if anyone was around to hear it they may have chosen to stay far away.

	Both experienced combatants used their well trained endurances to keep going like this for a time neither’s adoration filled brains could comprehend. As each windy backdraft grew in length and pleasure for the massive woman, Leo found his entire crotched soaked in her sticky juices, practically splashing with each impact in slick strands. Both sexually and internally pent up, Esme was making a mess of the valiant human releasing what she couldn’t hold back anymore. However, he was a dedicated knight, even the seemingly never-ending libido of his beloved companion would not best him.

	Large golden eyes rolling up in ecstasy and her mouth drooling in primitive satisfaction, she managed to mumble out the first coherent words other than Leo’s name in a while. “M-m-more! Give me EVERYTHING you’ve got!”  Already feeling like a sponge for everything gushing out of the exuberant woman, his mind struggled to think of something more he could do. He thought about upping his pelvic pace, but her hungrily clenching insides made that difficult even under her slick byproducts. Battered once again by a yawning gale from her outpouring behind, he had an idea. She had more than one hole after all…

	After her latest soupy blast of gas, humid with the sheen of sweat mixing into it, sputtered to an end, he reached an arm around the base of her tail to hike him self up while still remaining hilted inside of her. Esme turned her head in surprise to figure out what acrobatic maneuver he was pulling off that interrupted the endless thrusting she craved, only to see him rear an arm back. As if the man was fighting off a rowdy orc, her brought his fist flying forward into her unprepared hole. Her head turned up towards the ceiling in surprise, loosing an unruly roar of pain and pleasure at the unexpected surprise attack. An unarmed man could never hurt a dragon this way, but it could make her knees wobble and her body shudder.

	As her whole body trembled around him, Leo had to cling to her behind to avoid being thrown off. Yet like climbing a colossus, his resolve didn’t waver. He continued his previous assault on her nethers while fighting his new warfront like it was a fist fight. The dragon begged him to continue, finally feeling her immense desires solved. “Har-HARDER LEO!” Lost in the sheer adrenaline of it, breathing in his partner’s fumes so strongly, Leo was brought to the edge as his balls ached for release. Esme’s mind was a similar wash of emotions and hormones that only brought her closer to an equally explosive release.

	Pushing back against his thrusts so hard, she smothered him against the wall with her behemoth booty. The added leverage brough his shaft down all the way to the base, hitting her untouched g-spot with mutual groans of mind-numbing pleasure. Before either knew it, they reached a mutual orgasm nearly in practiced sync. The second his long-since overstimulated rod launched the first rope of seed into her fertile walls, she felt the new sensation and cried out as her insides wrapped around every inch of him, milking everything he had in those honor-bound balls. Absolutely rocked by the climax, Esme’s legs went weak, dropping low to the ground as the man stayed inside of her, moaning as he hosed her insides down again and again.

	Panting with labored breaths, soaked in a mixture of sweat and his lover’s fluids, and reeking of her ever spewing ass, Leo slumped back with one last shot of cum, managing to leave her ravenous cunt overflowing with his light cream. His brain struggled to handle the continuous jolts of pleasure flying through him. Both panting heavily, Esme tried to mutter something out, but she was eclipsed by the sonorous war cry of her own stomach. Unable to stop what was about to happen next, she simply clenched her muscles and pushed out the latest batch of raw fumes her insides had concocted. Pinned against the wall with little elsewhere to go, her pestilent windstorm enveloped and circled the man mercilessly.

	Like an entire band composed of nothing but overzealous horn players, her cacophony nearly deafened him. His sense of smell felt like it was burning away from the sheer acrid force being pumped into his being and his body struggled to sustain the fury of her indigestion. In spite of many considering such an experience a glimpse into the most wretched portions of the underworld, Leo reveled in it. Just feeling her gut situated on his legs lose mass from the gallons of gas pouring out of her, or the look on her ecstatic face complete with a goofy grin and lolling tongue was enough. He was satisfied her rupturing release of ground shaking proportions was a sign he had done his job well.

	Both feeling an intense afterglow they had only dreamed of previously, Leo let her ceaseless gales wash over him until her already trembling and limp body finally felt satisfied enough to lessen her record shattering fart to something a human might be capable of generating, then a hiss, and then, finally, the biggest bomb of the night fell into a contrastingly cute high pitch squeak. The dragon could only let out an elongated moan after that, finally feeling her hard-sought relief. Laying her head down to enjoy the feeling, she breathed in deeply only to gag on her own overwhelming perfume. “Oh heavens, are you okay back ther-” Her question was interrupted as she realized her weighty rear was still imprisoning her surprisingly tenacious lover.

	Raising her rump sheepishly, she watched a near visible plume of stink freed from her ample behind, as well as Leo slowly peeling off the wall with a sickening squelch. Using the last of her strength, she delicately caught him with her tail, and brought the exhausted knight to her bosom for safekeeping. Her voice was filled with concern as she surveyed the now limp man. “Are you okay? Are you a-alright?” Not getting a reaction from him she held him tightly in her arms, “Oh please, please, pleaaaaase be okay! That was amazing and I can’t lose you like this! I promise, I’m not normally this bad… okay well close to this bad but not this bad…”

	With another desperate squeeze, the knight rose to consciousness, coughing out some of the thick gases that had replaced the oxygen in his lungs. Weakly he spoke up over her sniffling, “…if you’re normally like this… that’s even better…” Delighted to hear him speak she wrapped her body around him, taking extra care not to squeeze the already spent man too tightly. “Oooooh, I love you!” She recoiled a second after saying that. “Uh… you love me too, right? I didn’t just traumatize you?” Her question was followed by a soft puffing fart that raised in pitch like a question, something she could only detract from with her best affectionate stare.

	Leo had only one answer for his greatest companion in both battle and love. “Of course, I’d be a fool not to.”  Sighing contentedly, she wrapped her wing around him once again, protectively holding him. As tired as she was, she managed to speak confidently for the human so snuggly secured in her hold. “I’ve never owned any treasure throughout my whole life, never saw the purpose…” Her eyes scanned over him as she continued, a warm smile spreading across her face. “But now that I’ve found something as valuable as you, I intend to protect my treasure with my life…”

	He responded in kind, already relaxing against her body. “…I promise to do the same…” Feeling his extraordinarily sore legs finally put at rest, he snuggled into her and once again lost consciousness. Esme was out almost as fast, her body was in better shape than his after such an affair, but her still overflowing slit ached and her anus felt brutalized after such fierce loving and ferocious gas. Still, with her most precious newfound treasure close by, she was soon snoring in peace. Even if she continued to pepper him with her nocturnal gas through the night, neither could complain.

. . .

	Although it would take nearly a full day’s worth of bathing to clean themselves after that night marinating in more draconic methane than air, the new lovers would find many ways to make their own watery fun. The inseparable duo would continue to hunt for the highest bidder, and have their tales spread across innumerable lands. However, with enough time a particularly odd rumor began to circulate with the rest. Supposedly the ferocious dragon often preferring only to converse with the human knight had displayed a softer side, as well as whispers about an oncoming… clutch of eggs? But of course she hadn’t been in contact with another dragon in ages, so the rumors were dismissed like rumors about half-dragon children, only fairy tales.