"WHO DARES AWAKEN ME FROM MY SLUMBER!?"

The dragon lets out a mighty roar to punctuate its question. Scarlett stands firm, her feet planted on the rough stone floor, her stance defiant. One hand holds her enchanted saber, the other brims with fire - as a warrior mage, her monster removal services were in high demand.

"I, Scarlett Thorn," she responds, her resonant voice betraying no hint of fear. "I have here a bounty for your head."

The creature chuckles, a sound akin to the grinding of tectonic plates. Scarlett feels it in her bones.

"Foolish bitch. Men far greater than you have tried and failed to defeat me." It gestures toward the west wall of its cave, which is adorned with empty helmets and broken swords. "What makes you think you can succeed?"

"Because I have something they don't."

She takes a step forward.

"A cunt."

Seven minutes later, her cheek is pressed into the floor, and her pussy is filled with fifteen inches of quivering dragonmeat. A thin stream of drool trickles down her face. Her eyes are unfocused. Her entire body ripples with each thrust from the monstrous being hunched over her.

It pulls back, rears up, then slams itself back inside her. She screams, pleasure and pain intermingling, and a fresh spray of juices arc over her, soaking her slick body in her own squirt. She's still wearing her armour, intact save for a hole torn in her trousers.

"Most... most humans would have... died by now..." it pants. If dragons could sweat, it would be; as it stands, its scales have separated to allow cool air onto its hide.

She does not respond. The puddle of grool and precum spreading beneath her reaches her fanned hair.

"I'm..."

Scarlett feels the cock inside her swell, and with an almighty groan the dragon begins to cum. It fills her in two ropes, but more follows, spurting out from between the union of their sexes, covering the both of them in creamy white semen.

It flops down onto its belly, removing its cock in one swift motion. Scarlett yelps at the sudden absence, then rolls over onto her back.

She thrusts out her hand and enters the dragon's mind. Within it, she tempts the dragon, tells it that it can find more pleasure elsewhere, that it ought to leave this place and never come back. As she withdraws, the dragon emits an incoherent roar, casts one final look at her, then takes wing and flies out of the cave.

Her job finally complete, she collapses to the ground, panting and shivering from a combination of post-orgasm high and anxiety. A thick avalanche of jizz oozes from her bruised pussy. As she clambers to her feet and begins to dust herself off, there is but one thought in her mind:

Hm. Not the worst fuck I've had.

(Bring me your monsters, your beasts, your corruptions of men! Observe the Harkness Test and respect my limits (found on my profile, but the highlights are gore, underage, pregnancy and grimdark). Hope to hear from you!)