A Dragon’s Tail — Not Your Typical Fairy Story

III — The Princess Takes the Dragon’s Discipline and Wants More

Continues from here - Having arranged her own capture, Princess Violetta learns that the dragon encourages what she’d always considered a darkness inside her

Violetta was hot and tired, she’d gathered more firewood while the dragon was out hunting. Next she visited the stream to fill the bucket with water. While she was there, she bathed, laying her dress aside to stand in the water and drench her arms and face, neck and shoulders, finally reaching under her linen chemise to wash away the slick from her cunny lips. The cool water felt wonderful against her heated flesh. She trailed her fingers between her lips and felt the droplets run down her thighs and marvelled at how aroused she felt in the presence of the mighty beast who’d kidnapped her.

She sat on a rock at the water’s edge, luxuriating in the May morning sunshine. Her wet chemise clung to the darkened stalks of her nipples, which strained behind the fabric, hard and hungry. Violetta sat with thighs apart and her head tilted back, letting herself air dry. Inwardly she smiled at her primitive toilette this morning compared with her usual routine: a serving wench who washed her with cloths and warmed water, drying her with linen then aiding her to dress before braiding her hair.

Last night her sleep had begun deeply, at first, while her body was tired. As night had waned towards morning, she’d felt troubled, with feverish dreams that were filled with frustration. Confusing images caused desire to throb angrily between her legs, clamouring to be satisfied in unmentionable ways.

She dreamed she was held captive, defenceless against penetration and stimulation from many directions at once. As if Violetta’s subconscious gloried in the loss of control, she was finally overwhelmed by the sensation of spending. But when Violetta woke she still felt an hunger at her core, an itch she couldn’t scratch. This low drone of arousal didn’t subside and wouldn’t be ignored.

She felt the dragon’s presence, pervasive at all times. Even now, when he wasn’t watching her, she chose to imagine he was. Abruptly, she pinched her nipple, cruelly trapping the puckered skin between the pads of her fingertips she twisted. As the sharp pain radiated out from her breast, a yearning sparked in her pelvis. When she gripped her other rosebud, tweaking it the same way, she felt the shriek of pain quickly transform into a shard of desire which pierced her belly and warmed the embers within.

She had to finally admit it: she wanted him! No he wasn’t human, but pure lust drove her on. No matter how dark a deed she must perform, the princess needed the dragon to satisfy her.

The dragon lay just inside the cave mouth when she returned. Damp tendrils of hair framed her face and one side of her dress was heavy where the water bucket slopped as she trudged up the stony path. The look of approval he bestowed on realising that she’d made herself useful in his absence, caused her to glow with pride.

“There is a chair in the cave Violetta, find it and bring it here.”

It was an order, delivered firmly and instantly Violetta wanted to fight it, instead she put down the bucket and ducked into the gloom to search. She was gone quite some time.

“Hurry girl, don’t take all day,” irritation crept into the dragon’s voice.

Violetta looked equally annoyed when she emerged, with a piece of furniture in her hands.

“There’s only this!” she exclaimed, banging it down on the rocky outcrop.

“Indeed, that is the chair,” the dragon’s tone was warning.

“But that chair is broken,” she gestured angrily, “it doesn’t have a seat.”

“That chair is special.” The dragon’s tone brooked no argument. “Go inside and find a coil of rope.”

To say Violetta flounced off would be an understatement, and the dragon had to suppress his smirking before she returned.

“There,” she flung the plaited hemp on the ground ungraciously.

“Now get yourself a sharp knife, you have work to do.”

For a third time the princess entered the gloom of the cave, this time she returned quickly with a knife.

The dragon had returned from his hunting foray with two sheep which he wanted Violetta to skin, ready for cooking; but that was only part of his plan.

“Take off your dress, this will be messy.”

The princess felt shy, turning her back away from his piercing gaze as she drew the rich fabric over her head. She laid the robe aside while trying to retain her dignity.

“Oh humans, how badly your bodies are designed, that you need all these clothes.” The beast shook his head, thinking out loud, “lose the under-things too.”

Violetta was about to protest, but one look from his amber eyes and she knew better. She raised the chemise over her head and deposited it with her dress. She tried dipping her head so that her hair would conceal her breasts.

“Sit,” was his next command.

She sat gingerly on the chair, her curvy buttocks purely supported by the outer frame, which was wide and smooth and surprisingly comfortable. When the breeze blew, it played across her skin, making Violetta conscious that her most private parts weren’t resting on anything, but neither did she feel in danger of falling through the chair.

“Place your feet against the chair legs, and fasten them with rope.”

At this command, it was on the tip of her tongue to protest. Again, one look from the dragon silenced her. She reached for the rope and made loops and knots until her feet were fastened securely.

“Tie your hair back,” he instructed. She swallowed nervously, then reached back to gather her hair into three hanks which she began to plait, letting the braid fall between her shoulder blades.

Finally the dragon was satisfied with her arrangement. He admired her nubile body: pert, jutting breasts, the hollow of her navel in her slightly curved belly and the beginning the pleasure trail down to her pussy, which glowed with its copper springy curls. Already the girl smelled fragrant to his heightened senses. Her waist dipped in then out to her rounded hips and a pleasingly plump pair of buttocks, now slightly spread, for his appreciation, on the open-seated chair. He flickered out his forked tongue and could taste the tang of the princess’ musk on the mountain breeze.

Returning to the main objective, he placed a sheep across her naked thighs and gave her precise instructions as to where she should cut and pull to remove its outer hide, ready for its carcass to be roasted. The princess was proud and dexterous, she was not about to fail this task by being squeamish. Soon gloves of blood coated her hands and wrists, the sheep’s gore made her thighs sticky, but having made a good job of skinning and gutting the sheep, it was ready to cook.

She’d become so involved in completing the task to his satisfaction that she easily forgot that her breasts and pussy were on display. The dragon seemed pleased with her progress, circling round to watch, with his tongue flicking out frequently.

For a moment she was startled by a tickling sensation against her pussy. Violetta cursed her vivid imagination, and the lewd thoughts tormenting her. No, there it was again, a delicious flicker of warm sensation, barely more than a whisper across her slit.

Violetta raised her head to see if the dragon had noticed, and then she realised he was behind her chair. It was his tongue, touching her secret place. She felt shame that he’d discover how wet she was! She tried to clamp her thighs together, belatedly realising they were tied in place. A mixture of panic and shame flooded her while her cheeks and decolletage flushed red.

Violetta groaned aloud while the licking continued, its pressure growing insistent, she registered the fork delve between her lips. She gasped as pleasure flooded and released her juices.

A deep rumble came from behind her, the dragon was groaning too. He hummed with satisfaction as his tongue licked, flicking around and within her juicy folds.

‘Oh the bliss, this is nectar from the gods,’ the dragon thought as he repeatedly dipped the tip of his tongue into the princess’ moist quim. She had a flavour which was salty and sharp, with an earthy musk. It flowed over his tongue and reawakened memories of conquests past, reminiscences made sweeter when commingled with his plans to play with this girl.

He lashed at her nether regions with his tongue, wrapping it around her thighs, slithering between her buttocks. He insinuated it inside her so it tickled within her pulsing pussy walls, he monitored her breathing, which was getting deeper. Ragged sighs of pleasure eventually replaced her earlier gasps of surprise.

At last the princess dropped the knife, closing her eyes she let her head fall back, sighing “Yes!” over and over again. The cunning dragon knew the initiation had been a success. He renewed the force of his licking to become probing, while his tail stiffened in anticipation. The princess was struggling against the ropes which bound her, not to escape but to spread her thighs wider, and he knew the time was ripe. Her pussy swelled, slick with opaque juices, running freely to coat her buttocks and thighs. He began rubbing his tail into the groove of her slit, delivering the stimulation she craved while readying himself to fuck her with it.

“Oh please,” Violetta cried.

Although she did not know quite what she was begging for, the dragon was well versed in female arousal. He began to press the tip of his tail against her entrance. It met no resistance, she was so lubricated and ready, that the dragon pushed deeper.

“Oh more,” Violetta wailed. The anguish in her voice revealing how she longed to be filled.

He withdrew his tail a little, pulling it back only to push in again. It’s thrusting was controlled, sinking deeper each time, then drawing out until it was nearly unsheathed, before sliding in again.

When it pressed into her, Violetta felt the divine rub and drag of the ridges which circled round its tip. Her pussy walls hugged against it, making ecstatic throbs, until she cried out with joy. Something warm and wonderful was building within her, climbing til she yearned to grasp it, yet she wished the sensation would go on and on.

“Oh Violetta, your channel’s so tight!” The dragon exclaimed, experiencing the princess’ climax around him. Her internal spasms rhythmically clamped on him, gripping his tail like a fist.

Violetta was lost to intense sensations, her body suffused with warmth and colour. A wonderful feeling of release flooded through her body, and simultaneously a gush of hot fluid left her, almost pushing the dragon’s prehensile tail out. She throbbed from within while her head felt it might explode. She’d spent in the past when touching herself, but nothing like this had occurred! The feeling of fullness was wonderful, it satisfied what she had been yearning for.

Violetta began coming back into the moment. She looked down at her body, bemused that it was smeared with blood, aware that her cunny lips felt swollen and bruised. But when she looked up at the dragon, her face broke into a beatific smile.

[To be Continued …]

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