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This story was written for Nicoya. It contains M/F sexual acts between consenting adults, involving femdom and size difference. :3

A Damsel in Undress - Part One

The village stood around the elders' hut, watching as the council of five stood chanting over a large cauldron not filled with bubbling liquid, but small scraps of parchment. One for each grown man and woman in the village. A few people in the crowd looked nervous, shuffling from foot to foot impatiently, but more looked simply bored by this ritual. It happened every few months, sometimes a little less often, recently a little more frequently. By all accounts it should have terrified them. It should have struck fear into the hearts and minds of everyone living in the village. Except... fate had a funny sense of humour when it came to this ritual, or so it seemed. For over the last few years, since just shortly after their arrival in the village, one name had been drawn out of the cauldron over and over again.

One name, without fail, every time.

Standing near the front of the gathered crowd, just in front of the cauldron around which the elders were gathered, Cayes stroked her lover's long, flowing white hair. She kissed the back of Nicoya's neck as the cat stood in her arms, watching the cauldron intently to ensure that no foul play was afoot. To ensure that no-one cheated. No-one switched out the real papers for a pre-written set of forgeries. He couldn't believe that this was the world's will. He couldn't imagine that there was some grand, overriding force in the world making this happen time and time again. Not just forcing him to go through the embarrassment of this ordeal over and over, but forcing the love of his life, the grand warrior Cayes herself, to risk life and limb to save him over and over again from a foe that seemed beyond even her abilities to defeat outright.

The chanting ended. A wizened ringtailed lemur stepped forward from the rest of the elders, and reaching out with one dextrous hand she dropped a single jade green scale into the cauldron. It landed lightly upon the paper with barely a sound, but a moment later a deep, guttural roar rang out from within the metal basin. Many of the villagers jumped, a few took a few frantic steps backwards as if starting to run, instinct driving them to act before they could get a hold of themselves. Another second or so later a flare of green fire boiled up from within the cauldron, and as it faded away after the brief flash and a wave of heat that surged over each and every person present, silence fell once more.

The elder lemur peered into the cauldron, looked up to her fellow elders and to the villagers assembled, and nodded.

"A name has been chosen. A sacrifice selected by the Great Dragon, Sumirax. By this person's brave and honourable sacrifice, our village will remain safe. Untouched by her cleansing fire, until the next time we are called upon to pay tribute."

She reached into the cauldron, and drew forth the single scrap of paper which remained, utterly untouched by the magical dragon-fire which had engulfed and incinerated the rest. Holding it high up in the air, the elder closed her eyes as the whole village stared, many of them occasionally glancing towards Nicoya, now blushing and squirming within Cayes' arms as he waited for the name to be read. When her eyes opened once more she turned her gaze to the North. To the mountain in whose shadow their village lay, tucked away in a beautiful, verdant valley untouched by war or sickness. High above, on a ledge just below the cloud cover, the lemur could see plumes of acrid smoke tinged with a slight green hue rising up and up. The dragon's fire burning, the signal that she demanded sacrifice.

Looking back down towards the village, the lemur's gaze couldn't help but fall upon the cat standing at the front of the crowd. The cat already dressed in a beautiful pink gown, and with a bag already packed at his feet. She smiled at him, but Nicoya just whimpered as he stared at the paper in her hand, wordlessly begging the elder just to get it over with. They didn't know for sure, how could they. But... at the same time, they both totally knew, just as most of the village did, whose name was going to be on that paper.

"The sacrifice chosen by the spirits of fire, by fate and the Gods themselves destined for this mission of mercy and blessed by the lives they will be keeping safe, is..."

She unfurled the paper. She read the name etched upon it in black ink, the penmanship slightly shaky as though written by a rather nervous hand, and tried not to smile as she read it out to the whole village.

"Nicoya. Once again, fate entrusts you with our safekeeping, brave soul. So, with the blessings of the village and its people, let us take today to praise you and revel in your act of selflessness. Let us drink, dance, and..."

The lemur's loud, cheery calls rang out over the crowd as the rest of the village whooped and cheered, but soon trailed off as she saw Nicoya blushing and nodding as Cayes whispered to him. The female turtle dressed in her britches and jerkin murmured and kissed the dress-clad male before her, then as Nicoya turned and stooped to pick up his bag, she spanked him playfully upon the ass, making the cat stumble forward with a bashful squeal. Within moments, Nicoya was already walking away from the rest of the crowd, most of them still too excited at the thought of the upcoming celebration and their own assured safety to even notice. But as the lemur called for quiet and addressed the crowd more solemnly once more, they too ceased their raucous cries of delight and relief.

"My friends. Look at what a brave soul we have amongst us. So intent, so eager to save us that he seeks to leave immediately. To not delay in giving Sumirax what she needs, so that we might sleep easier a little sooner. Cheer, my friends. Cheer for the bravest among us. For our hero. Our saviour. Cheer for Nicoya the Brave!"

They did cheer. Each and every one of them, and Cayes' voice was the loudest amongst them as they followed behind Nicoya as he padded to the edge of the village with his bag slung over one shoulder of his lush and flowing dress. Only at the very outskirts of the village did he turn and look back at the crowd, or rather the one figure within it who meant more to him than anything and everything else in this world. Cayes nodded and beamed at him warmly, encouragingly, and he blushed as he nodded back at her.

A cry rang out from somewhere else in the crowd as the cat moved towards the horse and cart already tacked and ready for him, currently grazing at the edge of the path leading North towards the mountain itself while five of the village's biggest, burliest men stood around waiting with ropes and chains in hand.

"Speech!"

Another voice joined it. Then another. Soon the whole village was clamouring for a speech, and Nicoya giggled as he looked towards his entourage, seeing them shrug and smile.

He hopped up onto the back of the cart, or rather he scrambled up in a rather ungainly fashion so as to not show off his frilly underskirt or anything even more intimate to the assembled crowd. He looked out over the village's popular, and though a brief, bashful smile flitted across his features as he made eye contact with Cayes, he tried to look solemn and sincere.

He couldn't keep up the act though, much as he loved the idea of giving a long winded, dry and depressing speech about the weight of responsibility to make all the rest of the village feel guilty. He giggled, nervous but unable to help himself, and playfully addressed the assembled masses.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my fellow villagers, my friends and neighbours..."

Before anyone could stop him, before his entourage could restrain him and begin to tie him up to be carried up the mountain in the back of the cart as was tradition, Nicoya whirled around on the spot. He grabbed the back of his dress, he grabbed the underskirt beneath it, and in one fluid motion he flicked his tail upward, lifting the entirety of the gown and exposing his bare ass and the fluffy balls between his legs to all in view.

"...I don't know how you rig the draw to be me every single time, but when you're celebrating me being dragged off to be dragon bait tonight... remember_this_!"

He wiggled his bare ass at the crowd right up until the first of his entourage tackled him, and began to tie him up for the journey up the mountain. Needless to say the rest of the crowd dispersed pretty quickly, some laughing, others muttering in disapproval, many more simply blushing brightly. Cayes however lingered. She watched her lover being tied up, and she watched as he was set into the back of the cart and slowly carried away from her. Away from the village, and towards the lair of the dragon high, high up above.

She smiled as she watched him depart in that always unceremonious manner, sad of course that she wouldn't see him for a few days, but not scared for him. Not worried.

She knew he'd be safe. Not just because she knew that in a few days time she herself would be travelling up the mountain to ensure that safety, but because of what the dragon had done to him on the prior occasions he'd been chosen.

Sumirax was a deadly, ancient foe, there was no denying that. But she wasn't foolish. She wasn't some mindless savage beast. So long as her appetites were sated, she was more than capable of being reasoned with. And where that particular dragon was concerned, her appetites were... somewhat different than what most folks would probably expect of a dragon. She craved flesh, yes. She craved it intensely, and hungrily. But still, to this day, so many villagers seemed to not even consider the simple fact that if Sumirax wanted to eat their sacrifices, they would never come back. And if she wanted to eat them, but for some reason found Nicoya unpalatable, she would surely refuse to accept him as an offering time and time again, whether or not he was eventually saved.

The turtle smiled to herself a little more broadly as she watched her lover being carted away in bondage, off to meet the dragon once more and be offered up to quell her burning hunger.

The villagers were even more naive than Nicoya himself, and considering that he still hadn't realised that she was the one partially responsible for his repeated selection as the dragon's sacrifice, that was saying a lot.

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It took most of the day for Nicoya to be carted up the mountainside to the dragon's lair. Of course, for the cat himself it was a fairly relaxing experience. The base of the cart into which he had been thrown was padded with animal hides, and while the chains and ropes holding him still weren't exactly comfortable his luxurious dress helped somewhat to offset the discomfort of his bondage. For a while Nicoya sat up in the back of the cart, watching the valley below get smaller and smaller, and after each of the two meals he was spoon-fed by one of his guards the cat lay down and looked up at the peaceful, clear skies above until he drifted off into a restful nap.

By the time he awoke from the second of those roughly hour long slumbers, Nicoya found himself almost at his destination. Another twenty or thirty minutes and the horse refused to go any further, and sure enough just fifty or so metres ahead the cat, the guards and indeed the horse itself could see the reason why. The path ahead was littered with bones, and the rich grey of the mountain rock was blackened and charred. Amidst that bone pile, sticking up from the ground on an old but sturdy post, a half charred sign exclaimed the beginnings of a warning to all travellers.

'Here there be...'

The last word was burned to a state of complete illegibility.

"There's only one thing I hate more than a dragon..."

One of the guards murmured as he scrambled over to the rear of the cart, hoisting Nicoya upright as the others gathered below ready to carry the bound cat the rest of the way.

"...and that's a dragon that tries to be funny."

Together with his companions the five guards hoisted Nicoya up on their shoulders and walked the rest of the way up to and beyond that sign, soon stepping off the curved cliffside path and emerging out onto a wide, open ledge within which was set a deep cave. Smoke billowed out of the cave's entrance, and though the early evening light was still fairly bright there was an undeniable glow emanating from within the smoke-filled cavern.

Rather more nervous now and much less flippant, the guards quickly moved Nicoya towards the cave entrance. More specifically to the set of heavy iron manacles affixed by chains to a portion of the cliff-face nearby. They untied the cat's ropes and chains, and instead locked him by the wrists into the manacles, leaving him kneeling in his beautiful dress upon the rock face.

One of them laid out a small black candle upon the ground before the cat, adding another to the number of already partially burned candles dotted around this immediate area, and lit it with a flint swiftly withdrawn from a jacket pocket. It flared in evening light, and a small plume of greenish smoke began to rise as the wick burned down into the first little bit of the darkened wax. The smoke curled and hung in the air, seeming to drift around the bound cat with a mind of its own, then entirely without any breeze to aid it began to flow towards the cavern entrance, as though a pet seeking to make its way back home.

The guards looked at one another. They looked at Nicoya. They dropped to their knees before the bound cat.

"May you be as fortunate as in the past, oh brave one."

They murmured in reverence, despite having acted more akin to captors or jailers than grateful villagers until now. Nicoya smirked.

"See you back down in the village, boys. And Carl, don't think I've forgotten about that drink you owe me. Now go, before she decides you'd make nice appetisers."

They needed no further encouragement than that, and rather rapidly backed away from the cat before turning and outright running back out of sight beyond the edge of the ledge leading back towards the cart. Soon the whinny of a horse could be heard, and the grinding of wheels upon loose pebbles and earth. It started fairly faint already, but rather rapidly grew more and more so until before long there was no evidence of its continued retreat whatsoever.

Only then did Nicoya's playful smile fade, replaced not by an expression of fear but one of embarrassment, of bashful nerves as he began to contemplate his current situation once more. It always happened like this. He'd start nervous, relax as he was tied up and carried off, allowed to enjoy a restful day of travel in the cart, and then... then he'd inevitably find himself here. Bound, dressed up and all alone, waiting to see if this month would be the month where Sumirax finally tired of him and devoured him whole.

He swallowed heavily, trying not to think about that, but also trying not to think about what would happen if the dragon was not tired of her usual antics. The more the cat tried not to think about those actions though, the more he did find himself thinking about them. His cheeks flushed a deeper and deeper shade of pink beneath his lush fur coat. He squirmed in his bonds, feeling and hearing his dress rustle and move against him, and the cat's sharp eyes glanced back towards the cave from which smoke was still billowing as the candle's own far smaller plume of smoke drifted in through its entrance and began to mingle with that far larger cloud.

Minutes passed. A soft whimper escaped Nicoya's muzzle.

More time dragged by, the lowering of the sun upon the eastern horizon the only way for Nicoya to tell for sure. He nibbled on his bottom lip, feeling his heart pounding and other parts throbbing, aching in bashful excitement beneath his frilled and gorgeous gown.

He gasped, and moaned aloud when as the ledge upon which he stood was bathed in the rich red of sunset, he noticed at last that the flow of smoke from within the cavern was beginning to lessen. And then, as the only smoke remaining was that of the now half burned out, flickering candle-flame before him, Nicoya heard it.

The deep, rumbling, powerful growl of the cave's occupant. A fresh wave of smoke billowed out, though this gout more wispy and light, closer to steam or thick mist than the thick acrid clouds from before. Through it, Nicoya saw a shape moving. Then, mere moments later, he heard a voice. A hissing, ancient voice that was deep and sultry, laced with complexity and yet surprising tenderness.

"My damsel."

An eye peered out through the haze of pale smoke. A huge eye, appearing above the vague outline of a curved and scaled maw.

"My princess held to ransom."

Sumirax emerged. Powerful. Emerald green. Huge, at least three times as large as Nicoya in body alone, never mind neck, tail and wings. She grinned a toothy grin as she watched Nicoya squirm and struggle in his bonds, blushing and moaning under his breath as she approached.

"I smell your lust, my delicious little morsel. It truly does grow stronger every time. I almost wonder if you fear me at all any more."

Her hot breath washed out over Nicoya's face as she spoke, ruffling his long white hair, grown out to such extremes because she loved it that way.

"But, whether you fear me or not... it doesn't really matter. It's not your fear I crave."

A huge pink tongue slipped forth from her muzzle, and the massive dragon licked Nicoya across the right cheek. He shuddered, whimpered and blushed crimson as he was left with his face dripping with her saliva.

"You know what I want to hear, my fluffy princess. Say the words, so that I might spare your village my wrath. Say the words, so that I might accept your willing sacrifice, and claim you as my own."

Nicoya moaned loudly. The first time he had been in this situation, he hadn't known in the slightest what she meant; what she wanted from him. Since then however, since learning what it was that Sumirax truly craved from him and since realising that she didn't care in the slightest that he was far from the Princess she claimed to desire in his physical form, he had always given in. Reluctantly at first. Guiltily, thinking of Cayes far below and what she would have thought about what he had to do for his life and the safety of the villagers below.

"I... I pledge myself to you, oh great dragon. My life. My heart. My soul. My... m-my body. O-ohhh..."

Her nose nuzzled its way beneath the hem of Nicoya's dress, seeking to lift it, to move it out of the way even as the cat addressed Sumirax directly.

"I will stay by your side forever. D-do as you wish. As you will and desire, n-now and for all time."

Once, just once Nicoya felt Sumirax' tongue lash the underside of his balls, so warm and wet and incredible a sensation that it made him throw his head back with such force it almost cracked off the rock face immediately behind him. Then, to his dismay, she withdrew again. She brought her huge face back up to meet his, turning one vast eye towards the male again as she growled tenderly.

"Too many times have you been stolen away from me. Too many times has fate had to work hard to bring us back together, my pretty, fleshy princess. But not this time. For if your saviour tries to come again. If Cayes thinks she can defeat me in combat once again, leave me licking my wounds and all alone until I call for another sacrifice and the Gods themselves return you to my doorstep... she will be sorely mistaken. For you will not let yourself be taken. Will you, my beloved little morsel?"

Nicoya whimpered and moaned, shaking his head rapidly, but more out of a desire to let Sumirax hear what she obviously wanted to hear than even the slightest shred of honesty. Truthful or not though, the dragon grunted in approval as he spoke to her once again.

"I... I'm yours, Sumirax. Yours to command. Yours and yours alone to... t-to do with as you please."

The dragon snarled happily, and before Nicoya's eyes her own emerald green eye rolled back in its socket for a moment in an act of pure lust.

"Good. For that, my beautiful damsel in distress, is exactly what I intend to do."

Once more her huge muzzle delved between the cat's legs. Once more she nuzzled and teased her way beneath Nicoya's lush and beautiful gown, an item he wore because it pleased the dragon the more he played his role of princess in her eyes. This time however, she didn't stop with a single teasing stroke of his balls. She didn't stop at all in fact, and soon it was Nicoya whose eyes were rolling back. Nicoya who was growling, and moaning, and crying out in joyous desperation before long as his cock was swept up between the lips of that dragon's vast, toothy maw.

He mewled happily as mere minutes later he poured his seed down her hungry throat and fell to his knees, shivering and moaning as his hands were held over his head by the manacles still surrounding them. He'd had no time whatsoever to grow accustomed to the unbelievably intense pleasure she was able to provoke within him, and now little time was given for the blushing, panting feline to recover in its wake. Mere seconds in fact were all that passed before the dragon pulled away from him, span around and began to reverse towards the cat once more. Her tail rose high up above him, her hips trembled beneath their scaled surface as she backed up, and Nicoya's eyes bulged as between her hindquarters he saw the by now familiar sight of her glistening, dripping, flushed and obviously needy pussy.

She kept on backing up towards the blushing, moaning, spent feline until her pussy was hovering directly in front of his face; a vast, bulbous clitoris the size of a small orange almost visibly throbbing at its base. Her hips waved from side to side, and a fresh trickle of thick, richly scented fluid drooled forth from the pink flesh beneath those smooth, swollen scales.

"Please me, Princess."

Nicoya's hands couldn't reach from where they were bound. He knew this, and so did the dragon. Nonetheless, she soon growled hungrily again, taking another shuffling step backwards and leaving Nicoya half pinned against the stone cliff to which he was bound, pussy pressed up against his face, and face similarly pressed tight to her aching, needy pussy.

"Make me cum. Make me burn with pleasure. And if you wish to see your village as anything but a charred crater in a valley of eternal fire, don't you dare stop until I am satisfied."

Those moments before the scent of dragon pussy entirely overtook the cat, before he shot his second load out into the fabric of his underskirt while pleasuring the vast female he now found himself servicing with his tongue and muzzle, faced pinned against her clutching pussy and her huge and engorged clit, contained the final coherent thoughts which Nicoya would be able to cling to for the next couple of days. After that, he was overwhelmed. Outmatched and outpaced in every respect by the vast and ancient female into whose clutches he had been delivered.

There were moments however. Moments of lucidity, in which Nicoya found himself ever more lewdly and shamelessly engaged with and used by the dragon.

It was almost dark as he thrashed against his bonds and mewled breathlessly, barely able to drag in a single gulp of oxygen between lustful cries as he pulled his face out of her pussy, the fur as far back as his ears dripping wet with how deep he'd pressed himself inside just to try and lick a little deeper and make Sumirax cum a little harder.

It was midnight, the moon high in the sky as he stood, pinned against the rock and clutching at the base of the dragon's tail as his cock was engulfed by her pussy, practically the entirety of his midsection soaked by each burst of wetness that poured out of her as she roared in bliss.

It was pitch black, and Nicoya was free. At least, his bonds were gone from his wrists, as were his clothes. He groaned as he felt something hot and wet sliding across his body, grinding against every last inch of him from top to toe. He knew what it was. He could smell her. Taste her all over his body. He could hear her grunting and roaring in pleasure, and though he had no idea when it was or how long Sumirax had been grinding against his body, Nicoya knew that she wasn't even close to done.

It was daylight once again. The dragon was on her back, and Nicoya was inside her. At least, his arms were. Almost shoulder deep as he lay against her, arms aching with how hard, how long they'd been working. Exploring. She trembled. She growled and cried out, wings thrashing against the ledge below.

"More. More!"

And of course, he gave it.

It was getting dark once more, and Nicoya was cumming. Groaning and whimpering as he felt his cock twitch and his balls ache, so well worked and regularly drained that barely a few small spurts of cum flowed forth before there was nothing left. Still though his cock twitched, his body writhed against the snarling dragon, moving her pussy from his crotch as soon as he was spent and lowering it down over his head instead. He gurgled wetly, tasting her rich essence mingled with the few spurts of his own seed, and then...

"Nico?"

Nicoya raised his head slowly. Sleepily.

His mind was hazy, but he vaguely recalled Sumirax dismissing him at some point the prior day. Lying upon a pile of gold and gemstones, gurgling in satisfaction with smoke billowing from her nostrils as she told Nicoya that she was satisfied. Not forever of course, but for now.

"Put your clothes back on, my princess. Go, slip yourself back into your chains, and rest. Rest till tomorrow, when we shall start all over again."

The voice which addressed him now though, that wasn't her. It wasn't the dragon, back for more. She never would have called him by his name, if she even knew it.

"Nico. Is she... is she sleeping? Is it safe?"

His eyes widened as suddenly he recognised who that voice belonged to. His head snapped back to something resembling a coherent state for the first time in more than two days, and he found himself staring out across the ledge at a truly beautiful sight.

His lover.

His Mistress.

Cayes. No longer dressed in her smart britches and tunic, but clad in armour and wielding a sword in her right hand.

A gust of wind blew across the ledge, the turtle's long red hair streaming out behind her as she regarded the man she loved, and he beamed back at her. He opened his muzzle, ready to whisper, to tell her that if she was lucky she might be able to free him and make their escape while Sumirax slept.

But, before a single word could leave his muzzle...

"No. She isn't."

A billowing cloud of smoke poured from the cave entrance, and though Nicoya only peeked his head around for a moment before ducking nervously back, he could see her through the thick grey clouds. Sumirax' form, waiting there. Waiting as if she'd known that Cayes was coming, ready to spring her trap and ensure that this time, Nicoya would remain hers forever.

"You want my damsel, brave warrior?"

The dragon snarled at Cayes, chuckling cruelly, mockingly as the turtle turned towards the cave mouth now, reaffirming her tight grip upon her sword.

"No."

Cayes murmured softly, smiling reassuringly at Nicoya.

"I want my pet."

Without another word, she ran. She ran at the cave mouth. At the dragon within, crying out a powerful, raging battlecry as her heavy armour clanked against the stone ledge below.

She vanished within, and mere seconds later there came the echoing crash of metal against dragon-scales. A roar of rage from Sumirax, and then, as Nicoya cowered and whimpered, struggling helplessly against his bonds, the sounds of a battle between hero and monster beginning to rage.

By Jeeves

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