Stalking up the hill, Gareld the knight arrived at the mouth of the cave a short while before the sun set entirely. In the last of the dying light, he beheld the massive opening, the lair of a vile beast that had been terrorizing the countryside for months. Many before him had tried to kill it, but none had returned to tell about it, until at last, the King himself had deigned to put out a reward for anyone who could successfully slay the foul dragon of the hillside. That's what he was here to do. Sword in hand, shield held high, Gareld was prepared to give his all for the glory that awaited on the other side. None could be more righteous. After all, God was on his side.

So it came as a bit of a surprise, perhaps, when the fire-breathing dragon emerged, calmly and with a smile across its face, spouting no fire at all. Moreover, the knight was surprised to see that the dragon, rather than being the size of a house, was shorter than he was-- little more than 5'8, with a humanoid, albeit rather voluptuous body. Pale, blue scales covered her limbs, while her stomach and chest were a creamy white, and rather than the fiery, reptilian eyes that he had anticipated, hers were a deep, chocolate brown-- almost human, but for the slit pupil that hid within the rich, dark iris.

Still, Gareld had come with a purpose, and despite his innate dislike for the prospect of killing a woman - or something that looked like a woman, anyway - he hefted his weapon and yelled a challenge, doing what he could to imbue himself with the righteous fury that he relied upon in battle. "Foul beast! I have come to slay you!"

"Foul? Really?" The dragon pursed her lips, a feat that Gareld found particularly impressive given her reptilian face, and folded her arms across her ample chest. "That's a bit harsh. Here I thought I had made myself downright presentable for you."

Sweating, Gareld felt his resolve falter. "I-- uh.. what?"

The dragon smiled and took a step closer, her wings folded neatly above her thick, swaying tail. "Presentable. I figured you'd rather talk to me like this than in my, er.. larger shape."

"You-- you shapeshift?" The knight was quite agog, and by inches, his sword drooped closer and closer to the ground. "I must admit, I wasn't expecting this..!"

The dragon laughed, a bright, tittering sound that made every part of her body jiggle. "Sometimes. When I have good reason to. I saw you coming up the hill, and, well, I knew I wasn't going to take you in a battle, didn't I? So I figured perhaps we could talk." Her eyes twinkled mischievously in the orange glow of the dying sun. "I'm not all that bad, when you get to know me. Speaking of: I'm Iris. This is my cave."

"But you.. you have been terrorizing the countryside!" Gareld, rather than being put off, was now starting to find his mood turning to indignant annoyance. "Dozens of men have come to slay you! Did you talk with them as well?"

Iris beheld him for a spell, cocking her head slightly while her long, slender fingers fidgeted slowly. At length, she sighed. "No, I did not. But I take no pleasure in killing, believe me."

"So you did kill them!" The knight was finding his stride again. "You are a terror! A plague! A man-killer!"

Iris shrugged. "Yes. Or perhaps man-eater would be a more apt description." She giggled, as if amused by some unspoken joke, and the knight felt a profound frown overcome his features. He hefted the sword, and prepared to strike a killing blow against the dragon-woman's soft belly. One strike, that's all it would take. One strike, and the glory would be his--

"Before you kill me, though," The dragoness, far from being terrified, looked almost pleased with herself, "perhaps you'd like to come inside? I'd much rather die with my hoard than out here on the rocks." She gave him a coy, inviting glance, and the knight couldn't help but notice the way her tail flicked slowly from side to side, like a playful cat. Her voice was surprisingly pleasant for a monster, slightly husky with notes of honeyed music that reminded him of better days at the homestead, safe and snuggled up in the arms of a lover. "Please?" The dragon turned her back to him, and cast a glance over her shoulder, a sardonic smirk across her face. "I promise I won't make a fuss."

Gareld hesitated, trying to figure out how this might be a trap, but by the time his gears had ground to a reasonable conclusion, the dragon-woman had already walked back inside the cave, each step causing her hips to wag in a way that made the knight sweat quite profoundly. Moreover, now that he had had a chance to look at her backside, he had come to the conclusion that the dragon was, in fact, naked-- the scales merely gave off the illusion of clothedness, but the obvious, visible crack between her perfect peach ass-cheeks shattered the illusion quite resoundingly. Feeling suddenly cramped and strained in his armor's codpiece, Gareld cursed the whole bloody endeavor, but he had little choice but to follow her inside. It was that, or go back home, and going home was the last thing he wanted to do.

The inside of the cave was much as he has expected; dry, dark and thoroughly rocky. The stone was smoothed, however, and carried the grooves of massive claws in several places. Increasingly, the knight began to wonder whether the dragon was entirely as harmless as she claimed, but after a brief walk, he found himself emerging into what he could only describe as a boudoir-- a vast room, the size of a banquet hall, with rich tapestries lining the chamber walls and thick carpets covering the floor. Torch sconces lit the room in a pleasant glow, and an exquisite set of soft furniture crowded one corner, a sofa and two arm chairs arranged neatly around a low table. More than that, however, was the vast pile of treasure that occupied fully half the room, a hodgepodge of gold and silver, precious gems and priceless artifacts that sprawled in every direction like some vast, golden sea. Paintings, sculptures, even vases and baskets of gorgeous silks-- this was a hoard, in the truest sense of the word, and the knight felt his eyes water at the sheer decadence of it all.

Iris had already perched herself against the arm rest of the couch, and her smooth scales seemed suddenly to underscore her nakedness, each breath and movement causing her flesh to ripple and shift enticingly. Gareld, quite disturbed by the hypnotic sight, clutched his sword tighter and tried to summon the courage to strike. But the woman did nothing to defend herself, and after a few seconds, Gareld sighed and maneuvered the weapon back in its sheath, realizing that whatever he was going to do, now was not the time to do it.

"Changed your mind?" The dragon-woman smiled wryly. "I'm glad. I would much rather find an amicable solution to our problem. Speaking of which, wouldn't you rather be out of that stuffy suit of armor? It doesn't look particularly comfortable."

"I didn't come here to be comfortable." Gareld bristled, but his fury was without target; truth be told, he was sick of the clunky breastplate, and the warm atmosphere of the cave made the idea of stripping down seem quite pleasant. Iris, sensing his prevaricating, pushed off of the couch and took a few, slow steps towards him, her curled horns doing for her face what a perky haircut would do for a human woman. Increasingly, the knight found his eyes slipping down to the dragon's generous chest, and when next he met her gaze, he saw a faint smirk lingering on her draconid face.

"Humor me." She was right in front of him now, and he practically felt himself shiver as her hand came up to brush across the cuirass of his armor; he couldn't feel it, but something about the gesture, the delicate touch, made his knees feel weak. When her hand reached in to undo the first buckle, he protested meekly, but one look into her rich, brown eyes, and he let her work, slowly pulling away piece after piece of his mail until the last bit had clattered to the ground.

"If this is some trick..." His voice was hoarse, but despite his best attempts at being menacing, the dragon-woman merely laughed.

"Trick? You don't think I would have incinerated you on the spot if I didn't feel like playing with you?"

Gareld felt a strange mix of excitement and confusion churn in his stomach. "But, you said..?"

She laughed again, her clawed fingers carefully stripping him of his clothes, the tunic first, and the undershirt, each piece tossed carelessly to the side. "I lied. We do that a lot, us dragons. To get what we want."

Feeling his trousers peel down, the knight swallowed hard. "Wh-- what do you want?"

He was naked now, and his cock jutted out into the air like a lance, potent and aching to be touched. Slowly, with a tenderness that surprised him, he reached out and put his hand on her hip, and was amazed to find that her skin was smooth and warm, rather than the cold, clammy texture he had imagined. More than that, she was soft, yielding, and he let his fingers dig into her flesh as if it was his first time touching a woman.

Iris simply smiled. Gently, her fingers reached down and wrapped around his shaft, making him groan with suppressed delight. For a few moments, they simply held each other, his fingers kneading the impossibly soft flesh of this outrageous creature, until finally, he couldn't stand the wait any more. Tentatively, Gareld let his hand roam around to her back, across the ridge of her tail, until he found the swell of her ass, perfectly plump and inviting to the touch. He squeezed her, and felt his fingers reach in towards her core, the heat greeting him even before he found his intended goal.

"Not here.."

Her voice was quiet yet commanding, and Gareld felt a slight blush wash across his face. Removing his hand, he turned towards the sofa arrangement, but suddenly she had grabbed his wrist and was dragging him towards the endless pile of gold that took up most of the room. Surprised, he simply went along with her, and let her push him down onto a pile of rich furs covering a particularly extravagant part of the hoard. As he settled in, he could feel the coins shifting beneath him, the veritable dune of riches molding itself to fit his body. He looked around him, overwhelmed by the glittering excess, and then Iris descended upon him, the weight of her body pushing him farther down into the hoard as she straddled him. One hand came down to guide him against her opening, and then he was engulfed by heat so intense and so exquisite that the knight could not help but squirm and cry out. It was as if her insides were lined with flickering flames, but each stroke of her hips against him brought only more pleasure, the heat building and tipping him towards new heights. In short order, she had descended fully upon his cock, and the man could only mewl with dubious comprehension as the dragon-woman settled herself upon him and raked her nails gently across his chest.

There were no words, then; with her cunt clamped around him like a fiery vice, Iris began to grind herself heavily against him, her thick thighs squeezing around his waist as she fucked herself on him over and over and over. Panting, Gareld wasn't sure whether to be amazed at the sensations that the dragon's pussy was able to coax out of him, or worried about the constant heat that seemed to be growing on the side of painful as her wild bucking went on. Still, he reached up and allowed both his hands to cup her heavy breasts, arresting their wild swaying and letting him grope the malleable flesh with gleeful impunity. Truth be told, he had no idea if these things served the same purpose for the dragon as they did for human women, but it felt good to fondle the beautiful orbs as she fucked him relentlessly, tail flicking aggressively in the air as she did so.

He had no idea how long it lasted, but little by little, her movements grew more pronounced, and her voice lifted into a prolonged moan of pleasure that spurred him on to meet her bucking hips, shifting his hands to her ass to push and pull the woman onto his overheated cock. The dragoness hissed and mewled, and her claws raked faint stripes across his chest, but Gareld persisted, working frantically to bring his strange new lover over the edge. Until finally, with a great, gasping cry, iris spread her wings and threw her head back in glorious, all-encompassing ecstasy, and he felt her sex tighten around him until it hurt. Over and over again, her cunt spasmed around him, and had it not been for the heat, the knight would have come undone then and there-- as it was, he simply rode it out until the dragon went limp on top of him, her body shivering with the last aftershocks of pleasure.

For a few minutes afterwards, the two of them lay together, the knight uncertain of how to proceed. Iris seemed lost in her own thoughts, but every now and then, her cunt would pulse around him as if trying to milk him, and he would gasp and groan with pain and pleasure. At length, the dragon rose from her prone position on top of him, and smiled down at him with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Good. Now it's your turn."

"My.. turn?"

Gareld frowned, but as she pulled off, a sudden rush of cool air against his cock shocked him into being quiet. Moments later, he felt something wet and soft engulf his entire length, a hand on his stomach keeping him in place atop the mountain of gold. Looking down, he found Iris kneeling next to his naked body, while her prehensile tongue had coiled around his cock two or three times. As he watched, Iris let her tongue pump over his shaft, instantly finding a smooth, undulating rhythm, and Gareld threw his head back as a tidal wave of pleasure hammered through him. After the furnace of the dragon's cunt, her tongue was soothing and smooth, and the strong muscle worked with expert precision to pump the length of his cock until, after mere moments, the pleasure became too much to bear. Crying out in anguished delight, Gareld felt jet after jet of hot cum explode into the dragon's mouth, and if he had ever wondered whether she was the kind to swallow, she did not disappoint him; with a soft smirk and a hand stroking his flexing abs lightly, the dragon woman milked every drop of his cum into her mouth, until he was simply jerking and spasming against her industrious tongue.

Maybe he blacked out for a few moments, overwhelmed by the experience, or maybe time simply passed more quickly than usual. Whatever the case, when Gareld once more opened his eyes, he found himself naked and flaccid on the pile of furs, with Iris licking her lips like a cat that got the cream. She looked down at him, cocked an eyebrow wryly, and smirked.

"You can kill me now, if you still want to."

Gareld sighed, exhaustion tugging at the corner of his mind. "Maybe later.."

She laughed and crouched down next to him. He could feel the contours of her claws as she ran a few fingers up his shin. Her voice, when she spoke, was teasing and joyful.

"So... do you want to see my real hoard, brave Sir Knight?"

He groaned, and through great effort managed to push himself up onto one elbow. The look on her face was positively delighted as he squinted and tried to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

"You mean this isn't--? That it's all fake?"

She laughed and shook her head. "It's not fake. But there are other treasures than gold. Us dragons have.. peculiar tastes, sometimes. But I would rather show you-- unless you were thinking of going somewhere?"

Grumbling, the knight got onto his knees, and then his feet. She followed him, until they were both standing side by side, equally naked and, presumably, satisfied. He frowned at her and crossed his arms.

"Show me.

iris stared at him for a moment, possibly thinking up additional ways to tease and mock him. But eventually, she simply turned and led the way down an anonymous looking passage, which terminated in a staircase. The sound of Gareld's naked feet resounded as they descended, but thanks to the torches that burned, seemingly forever, the cave had a pleasant warmth that kept him from freezing. Two flights of stairs, three-- it was hard to tell, but eventually, they came to another brief hallway, and then--

It was not the scope of the hoard that was overwhelming, so much as the imagination that had gone into it. Rows upon rows lining the walls, crates and chests and racks and cabinets, organized and sorted by shape, size, color, purpose-- Gareld gawped as Iris led the way inside, her blue cheeks blushing into a deep purple as she showed off the true hoard, her most priceless collection.

"...sex toys?!"

The dragon smiled, and ran a clawed finger over a particularly rotund butt plug. Her tail seemed to be flicking slightly more vigorously, and the glances she sent his way made it clear in no uncertain terms why she had brought him down there.

"Something for everyone, I think. Whatever your noble heart desires." She hesitated, trying to gauge the look on his face, and added: "A girl's got to have a hobby, right?"

Gareld nodded, flabbergasted. There were things there that he had never seen before, let alone heard of-- ropes and paddles and chains, cuffs and collars and cocks in every size and shape, some human, some bestial, some quite unlike anything that had ever roamed this world. More than the hoard of gold upstairs, this one had him gawping with wonder, each new sight more incredible and outrageous than before. Cock sleeves, masturbation tools, everything categorized and lined up, ready for use. Despite himself, he felt his cock stir, and without any clothes to cover him, the dragon couldn't help but notice. She smirked knowingly.

"So..." Iris looked at him with a sultry gaze, the tip of her prehensile tongue lingering between her reptilian lips like a tiny, curious snake. "I've something for every taste. I suppose the big question is whether you would rather give--" Her eyes darted over to a wall of toys, ornate dildos and butt plugs hanging amidst countless lengths of rope and chain, "--or take?"

This time, her eyes flickered across to the opposite wall, where he noticed a large array of intricate harnesses, cock rings, even more dildos, oils and restraints. There was more than enough down here for the both of them to pass the time. Curling her tail casually around her tail, the dragon cocked her head and smiled the most reassuring smile she could muster.

"I don't judge."

If you made it all the way down here, you deserve a cookie.

Likes: Hella dragon booty, open-minded knights (or lady-knights), kinky kinks, toys galore

Dislikes: Murderous intent, sexual hangups in the pleasure hoard, thieving hobbits. ^...thedutch