Lythra's Surprise

Tags: dragon, trap, cuddling

The village was in a panic. After all, when a black dragon asks you for a virgin, you had better find one. It was a quiet fear at first. The townsfolk gently asking in the center of town for some young maiden to sacrifice herself to the dragon to save the town. Of course no one spoke up. No one would volunteer for death for such a trivial little town. Many of the women simply left. It was decided that there would be a lottery. Taking into account the women who fled, the mayor pulled several names from his census. Scrawled gently on scraps of paper were the names of the most likely candidates for the dragon. With his secretary present he pulled a name from the hat.

Shannon Botterill.

A better name could not have been picked. At least from the mayor’s perspective. Shannon was an orphan. Her parents were lost in a raid led by some savage knights from the warring kingdom. They died defending their daughter. Though Shannon was now of age to be fending for herself, she had no other relative in the town. Yes, from the mayor’s view no parent would lose their child, nor sibling lose a sister. Shannon was the perfect choice.

They came in the night. Tossing a sack over the girl’s head and took her down to the swamp kicking and screaming. The two men tossed her beside the dragon’s den, which to them seemed to only be a large pool of murky water residing in the swamp. Shannon shouted one last plea before one of the men slapped the back of her head with a sap, knocking her unconscious.


Lythra was still young as far as dragons go. Her horns had grown in, but had only just begun to curl. The horns had not yet gained the ram-like curl her older brethren had achieved. Her hoard was small and rather unusual. Strewn about the cave were several skulls, the smallest was that of a dire rat that happened into her cave. The largest was a troll, this one she had hunted outright. Each skull was pure white, with no traces of skin or fur. Lythra was excited as today she was to receive a virgin, adding it’s skull. She had done little research into these creatures. All she knew of was what she had heard from other dragons. From what the young dragon gathered they were a rare kind of human. They were usually the younger kind, perhaps virgins had a shorter lifespan that regular humans? She wasn’t sure why she needed a virgin. She suspected they were tastier than the basic brand of human. She happily trotted to the edge of her cave. A small pool of thick swamp water. Diving down she navigated the simple underwater tunnel and burst forth from the pool beside the sleeping maiden known as Shannon.

“Those bastards had better not have sent me a dead maiden.” Her voice was snakelike.

Lythra head lowered until she heard the heartbeat of the young maiden. She grinned, her dreams of becoming like the other dragon would soon be made true. She grabbed Shannon’s leg and pulled the girl beneath her wing.

As water flooded her nose and ears Shannon awoke. She had the piece of mind to hold her breath. It wasn’t long until she broke the surface and was tossed into the dragon’s cave. Lythra breached the water soon after and shook herself off. Droplets of water sprayed about the cave.

With water dripping off every inch of her, Shannon did her best to cover herself. Her brown hair looked black as the wet strands plastered to her face. Her pale yellow nightie was soaked through and did very little to hide her body. The wet cloth clung to her body showing off her curves, leaving very little to the imagination. Her hands covered her small breasts and crotch. Frightened, Shannon’s eyes scanned the cave.

Skulls were strewn about the ground. Charred logs sat atop a black circle scorched into the earth, a bonfire no doubt. The floor was stone, but covered in grime and dust.

“Off with those clothes, little one. I’d rather not have to worry about that fabric getting stuck in my teeth,” the dragon ordered.

“I- I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” Shannon stammered, still covering herself.

“Take them off or I’ll have my acid burn them off you.” The threat meant very little to Shannon, considering she was to be eaten anyway, but she obliged regardless.

As the thin, wet fabric was pulled from her thin body her secret was revealed. Poking from the top of the undergarments was a little plump head of a penis.

“What is that?” Lythra seemed to recoil at the sight. “I’m fairly certain maidens do not have such things between their legs.” Brining a claw to her chin, she continued. “In fact, I’m pretty sure things like that belong on boys.”

“Well, I used to be a boy.” Meekly Shannon set her straight. “My mother and father raised me as a girl so that they did not have to see me go off to war.”

A contemplative groan came from Lythra’s toothed maw. “Perhaps, you may still taste as good as any other virgin. Remove those undergarments and I’ll have myself a little taste.”

Shannon followed the order with haste. He may not be eaten yet. This would be the first time his penis got him out of trouble, rather than into it as it usually did.

Shooting from the dragon’s mouth came a long, twirling and purple tongue. The wet muscle coiled around Shannon’s leg before it was dragged up the boy’s body. He could smell the breath of the dragon as her mouth neared him it was like a watermelon, though perhaps a bit sour and tart. As it passed over his sensitive penis, the feeling was unlike any other. His cock twitched at the touch becoming slightly erect.

Recoiling and releasing grunted snort, Lythra took a pause as if she were contemplating the taste. Her tongue swished from side to side.

“Your taste does not please me,” she finally said. Shannon released a hushed sigh of relief. “Though perhaps I’ll take you as a captive yet though. I’ve heard of other dragons keeping maidens locked in towers. Perhaps I could keep you in a similar fashion.”

“You have a tower in this cave?” Shannon was already covering his groin and his breast with his hands.

“Well, no.” The dragon scratched the back of her horn nervously. “But you will stay in this cave as my prisoner and personal servant.”

“Or what?” he said defiantly, “You’ll eat me? You’ve already said I don’t taste very well.” When he thought about it, he realized it may have actually been from the dirty water. He felt immensely relieved to be covered in it despite how gross it felt on his skin.

“How about I merely drench you in acid and find myself a real maiden, hm?” The dragon’s toothy grin was nearly as tall as Shannon.

“No no!” he quickly said, flailing his hands in a panic. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good,” Lythra’s grin fell to a smirk. “I’ll run out to get some food. You can start your work by tidying this place up.” She began to make her way towards the cave’s watery entrance.

“Wait,” Shannon called out. “I- I’ll need some clothes.”

“I’ll see what I can scrounge up while I’m out,” and with that Lythra plunged into the water with a large splash.

Shannon was unsure of what to be doing. He was still quite frightened and unsure of what to do. He did figure that being alive was better than being dead. For a moment he thought of his parents. There was no way they could have seen this fate for him when they attempted to avoid the war. No one could have seen something like this happening.

Naked, Shannon began picking up the many skulls that littered the ground. He placed them neatly on an outcropping on the cave’s wall, organizing them from smallest to biggest. None seemed to be human and that had relieved him somewhat. His foot took a wrong step on a rather jagged rock. He pulled up the foot, while pulling a balancing act on the other, to look at the damage. It was nothing too serious, it hadn’t even drawn blood, but his foot was filthy just from walking about the cave for a few hours. He thought he may ask Lythra for a broom and mop next time she was out.

Shannon wasn’t waiting much longer once the last skull was placed on the outcropping. Lythra burst forth from the cave’s entrance, a large pig in her mouth. She tossed it to the ground and then presented her claw, which had several wet garments.

“Here are your clothes. Go on, take them.” She shoved her claw towards Shannon who quickly pulled them from her. He opened them up and they were some of the most beautiful dresses he had ever seen. They were much more extravagant than he had imagined. Despite being a boy, he had grown accustomed to being a girl and he certainly enjoyed a lavish dress just as much as any other girl. In fact, the only thing wrong with the dresses was that they were wet.

“Get a fire started,” the dragon’s commanding voice snapped Shannon out of his admiration for the dresses. “I’m starving and would like to eat this pig before it rots.”

“Yes ma’am.” Shannon went to the large charred section of the floor. He found that the charred logs could still easily be lit. With a quick glance up to Lythra he picked up a bit of the ash and held it in his hand. He then held his closed fist to his mouth and exhaled into it. As he opened his hand small embers poured from it, landing on the logs and slowly allowing them to catch fire.

“That was amazing! Are you some kind of wizard?” Lythra watched in amazement. She herself could never get the hang of magic, much to her chagrin. She recalled other dragons poking fun at her. That twang of past insults thrummed within her heart.

“Yeah, the bad kind,” Shannon admitted. “I can’t really do that much.”

“Something is better than nothing.” She trounced over to Shannon.

“I’d like to learn more.” He pushed his tongue into his cheek and gave the clothes a heavy shake. The water seemed to fall out of all of them at once. Slipping into the first dress he admired himself in the garment. He was used to wearing such girlish things and even felt more comfortable in them than he did in pants. The forest green dress was accented by rich, brown leather. He lifted his arms and gave himself a spin. The flowing skirt billowed around him. He smiled and let out a sweet giggle.

“You wear it well.” The pig was tossed into the fire, pushing a large cloud of glowing embers into the air of the cave.

“Do you have any salt?” Shannon asked as he looked to the fire.

“Salt? What would I need that for?”

“To keep the pig fresh, that way you can save some for later and keep it from rotting.” He had kept his own meat fresh this way. “Plus, it makes it taste pretty good.”

Lythra was not aware such things existed, she was happy to know that her new servant was so vastly knowledgeable. Perhaps she would get some salt tomorrow.

The two shared their cooked pork. Shannon, curious of his new and permanent host. He figured he may as well get to know the dragon. If she wasn’t going to eat him perhaps she would be willing to have some conversation, right?

“So, what’s your name?” the boy asked the dragon, innocently enough, but it was clear he was merely trying to break the silence.

“I am Lythra.” With a proud voice and a claw pressed to her chest the dragon spoke.

“Lythra the what?” As any avid reader, Shannon knew that all dragons had titles to their names. He simply thought this particular one forgot to address herself with one. However, once the boy asked the dragon became rather sullen.

“Just Lythra,” She looked to the earthen floor of her cave. “Dragons must earn their titles. I’ve yet to acquire mine.”

“Oh,” Shannon looked to the large chunk of meat in his hands. “I’m sorry.” He pushed his face into the food, feeling rather embarrassed.

Lythra on the other hand was certainly more embarrassed by the boy’s question. After all, everyone remembers the dragons with titles, but will they remember her? Lythra simply could not bare to think what she may be remembered as if she never earned her title. She did hope to break the silence, however it was killing her.

“And your name?” She did not actually care, she’d most likely refer to him as ‘servant’ or ‘slave’ but it was simply the only thing she could think to ask.

“It’s Shannon. Shannon Botterill.” He avoided eye contact, fearing the dragon may judge him for having a last name, the human equivalent to a title he assumed.

“Botterill, eh?” The dragon chuckled. “That’s quite a name.”

The two ate in silence until night had fallen.

Lythra looked to her skulls, now displayed on the cave’s wall. With the grace of a cat, the large dragon curled up and laid on the earthen floor, ready for sleep. Shannon merely prodded his fingers together and looked around uneasily.

“What is it?” One large eye opened lazily to the boy.

“Well, it’s just the floor is so rough and dusty.” His words fell out clumsily as he breathed heavily.

“And?” Lythra sounded annoyed.

“I just thought maybe you could pick up a mattress next time you’re out. And perhaps some cleaning supplies?” The dragon let out a grunt after he spoke.

“Very well.” She then opened a large leathery wing and splayed it onto the ground. “You can sleep on this for the night.”

“Thank you Lythra,” he said calmly as he made himself comfortable on her wing. It was actually quite a bit softer than he anticipated. The texture was almost silky to the touch.

Once morning had come Lythra went on her way out of the cave, leaving Shannon to his own devices. He was unsure of what to do without cleaning supplies. He wandered the cave, it was mostly lit up by the sun through small windows in the stone. None were big enough for him to crawl through. Collecting a fair number of rocks, Shannon needed to hold up his dress, making a makeshift pouch for them all. Then he brought them all back to the cave floor and examined them. Some were rare, others quite common, but he made sure to not grab two of the same rock.

With a splash from the cave’s entrance, Lythra emerged with her claws full of items. There was a straw bedroll, more clothes, a broom, mop, bucket and several barrels of salt. The two exchanged what pleasantries they could and Shannon decided to not think of how the dragon may have acquired these things.

With proper cleaning supplies, Shannon went to work. He raised up the broom and said some incantations as the broom moved on it’s own, sweeping the floor at a steady pace. Walking over to the pool at the entrance he filled the bucket with water and touched a finger to the surface. It was instantly pure, clean water. Following the broom, Shannon cleaned the already swept area of the floor with the mop.

Impressed, Lythra began preparing dinner. She opened the barrels of salt and pulled out meats that had already been preserved in them. She thought of asking her new slave with the fire, but decided that he was already busy enough. She started her own with sparks ignited from her claws.

Taking only a short break to eat, Shannon cleaned the entire front area of the cave. His mind idly wandered to the rocks he had collected. As he swirled his mop across the floor he had come up with a game to play with them. Using the talc he had found he could draw a board and move the rocks about them.



The two’s lives were fairly steady after that. Lythra would go out, hunting or doing whatever and would bring back things for Shannon. Shannon would clean the cave, cook dinner himself, or play with his rocks. He even taught Lythra how to play his game. The two had stayed up late by the fire playing it, laughing with one another.

Shannon had fallen asleep, propped up against Lythra. The two had laid atop the fine rug Lythra had brought in two weeks ago. Smiling down at the lightly snoring boy who looked more like a girl, she realized that she no longer thought of him as a slave or servant. She thought of him as a friend. She laid a wing over him and fell asleep beside him.

The next morning, Shannon awoke to the pleasantry of Lythra’s wing wrapped lovingly around him. Trying hard not to wake her, he slipped to the wardrobe she had brought him to hold all the clothes he had collected from her journeys. He decided to pull on his best dress. It was blue and made of satin. It was highlighted by puffy white frills all over the fancy garment that was more fit to a noble. He pulled on tall white socks and little blue clasped shoes to top it off. He pulled two matching ribbons from the wardrobe and tied his light, brown hair into pigtails. He usually made himself look nice for Lythra, but today he wanted to look especially good.

Lythra awoke to the smell of cooking meat, seasoned with the latest haul of spices. Once Shannon had told Lythra about spices, she could not get enough of them. She began collecting all she could and Shannon did his best to mingle them with the meat.

“Good morning, my little chef.” Lythra smirked as she spoke, it was both cute and patronizing at the same time. Shannon loved it though. He’d grown accustomed to her teasing. The dragon pressed her snout against his socked leg, rubbing it and breathing with her warm nostrils. The hot air pushed up the skirt and enveloped Shannon’s cock in the warm wind. His cock twitched, pushing up against the dress ever so slightly.

“Just what are you cooking?” Lythra moved around behind Shannon, pushing her snout between his legs to sniff at what was in the fire. The ridges of her nose rolled against his inner thighs and gently massaging his scrotum. His erection grew firmer. The fabric of his skirt could do little to hide it. He was unsure of why he was getting aroused. Perhaps he had simply not had relief lately.

“It’s just that lamb we’ve had for a while.” Shannon looked down to the nose between his legs. He noticed how obvious his arousal was as well.

“It smells great.” As Lythra’s voice pushed from her lips the sound vibrated her snout, giving Shannon another twitch of ecstasy, precum leaked from his cock and fell to the dragon’s snout.

“That smells even better. Did you just add more salt?” She pulled away to get a better look at what Shannon was doing to the meat. Her long neck curved around him and noticed the bulge in his garment. “What’s that? Are you hiding something from me?”

The dragon reached a claw out and pressed her large palm to his cock. The soft fabric rubbing against the underside caused a few more spurts of precum to dribble onto the dress.

“Is that where you’re keeping your spices? It smells really good!” The dragon pushed her snout beneath Shannon’s dress, huffing his scent. The sensation as strange, yet pleasurable. Lythra’s long and slender tongue pushed out and licked at Shannon’s dripping member blindly. “This is really tasty. Her purple tongue coiled around his cock, taking in the new found flavor. “Why aren’t you using this spice on the food.”

Shannon was too shocked to answer. A tiny whimper was all that escaped his lips. The sensation of Lythra’s wet tongue swirling every which way around his cock was too good. As her saliva covered every inch of his groin that smell of sour watermelon once again filled his nostrils.

The dragon continued to harvest her new favorite spice from Shannon. The boy’s cock couldn’t hold it any more and he shot out a hot load onto the dragon’s tongue. Three heavy throbs pushed onto the wet surface and Lythra pulled the sticky white ‘spice’ into her mouth.

“Just what was that called?” She flipped up Shannon’s dress to see what she had been hiding. He fell to the ground, tired from his orgasm as Lythra looked down only to see his shrinking penis. “That… Came from you?”

“Yeah,” Shannon panted.

“You’re actually really tasty.” The dragon looked baffled.

“It’s a very special thing that my body does when you… Well… Do that.” He was fearful that the dragon may rethink her offer to eat him.

“I’d like more.” She pressed her snout into his crotch once more. “Give me more of that.” She tried to imitate her tongue’s previous movements and Shannon was shocked how quickly his cock responded again.

That day, Lythra milked Shannon for all he had. The two laid once again on the rug in the cave, Shannon cuddling up beneath Lythra’s wing.

“When can I have more?” she asked eagerly.

“When I’ve gotten some sleep,” Shannon said weakly, he had lost count of his orgasms that day. “I think you’ve earned your title.” His voice was calm and content as his eyes closed.

“Oh?” she said curious of his input.

“Lythra the Insatiable.” And with that, Shannon dozed off, idly nuzzling his head deeper into her scales.

A large toothy grin appeared across her face as she felt both proud and embarrassed by her new title.


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