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HUNTER & HUNTRESS

Written by Sandy Edited by Airduinec

ACT I

A chain of mountains came out from the Massive Block. It winded in the plains like a tentacle of a monster of eternal glaciers and rocks. Whoever got to the highest mountain top would see a verdant horizon extending to the south, and a panorama of iced valleys and snowy granitic peaks to the north. In spite of its respectable length, that chain of mountains looked short when compared to the expanse of the flat and luxuriant territory it entered into.

The surrounding nature had fertilized the shady valleys and taken rest on its sunny slopes. Rising above the oaks, birches and beeches, over small conifer woods, there were fields of spiny grasses and mountain flowers, then mosses and lichens, and finally just wind and ice, but the erosive process had just shortly begun: the profile of the mountain chain was young and high, showing off needles and summits of vertiginous height. No exploitative creature made its home there, so the flora looked almost perfect except for the occasional scars. Being late spring, the woods were greener close to the streams, but from within the valleys and then out and down woody hills, in some places the trees had been felled to create wide and rounded openings near the banks. The logs were still there, piled up around the edges; they weren't chopped but rather fractured, and showed the signs of intense burning at the base.

A young hunter was following his prey in one of these woods at the foot of the mountains, moving with quick and silent steps. He looked very well-equipped despite his age. He held a bow in his hands and had a quiver with a dozen arrows under a rucksack that contained everything needed for outdoor survival: a sleeping bag, flint stones, a couple of rations of smoked fish and dried meat, a flask and a knife. The face of the youngster had some of the features of goats: he was covered in short chocolate colored fur, and had long flowing hair gathered behind pointy ears that ended in a hairy tuft. Under the brown hair were hidden two short horns, and the eyes of the hunter were slightly yellow, with elongated horizontal pupils, and there was also a sharp goatee growing from his chin which was of a darker color than the facial fur and hair. The rest of the hunter was man-like, with the exception of a dock that sprouted from the end of his spine, and for which a hole in the back of his trousers was needed. His body was also covered in short and thick fur, hidden by the simple clothing he was wearing. Robust leather boots, hemp trousers and a felt poncho was all he had on. To the belt of the trousers was attached the sheath of a sword; it was double-bladed and his only family heirloom, so he carried it with him.

This boy never crossed these woods. Exiled from his village for an infraction he committed, he had decided to journey to these mountains that had always been forbidden to him. He had been walking for ten days, but in the past he stayed outside for as long as two weeks. He survived on bugs he found under rotting trees when unlucky with his bow. He had to do so during the trip, because he hadn't found any prey, and wanted to keep the good food for a moment of true need. When he scored the first kill he would camp and rest a few days, before taking off again; maybe soon he would do that, since he was approaching an adult male deer with wide horns. But the animal wasn't in shooting range, so the hunter still had to follow it a little longer.

While he was moving nimbly over the soft ground, he knew that the whole idea of traveling to the mountains was crazy; there was no known village in that direction, and there were tales in taverns and children stories about winged monsters that flew over those lands, striking any lost, defenseless fool crazy enough to approach the Massive Block. The hunter knew those stories well, but had never seen the so called dragons; he didn't believe he would find any, and if proven wrong he would have been crazy enough to try and fight. He even thought that if he managed to bring one down, the head of the village would have to forgive him, even proclaim him a noble. What a turnover it would be if he returned with the spoils of a legendary beast, and his lover, Eyrena, the daughter of the village chief, would be given to him as wife in exchange for horns and claws; Eyrena was a rich girl, and the dowry would have been considerable. However, the hunter didn't hope much for having Eyrena back, he rather wished to be readmitted to the village where he had family and friends, something that he knew impossible, since he had broken the law by taking to bed a woman destined to a young man elected from one of the three noble families; if the hunter ever showed his face in Yrn again, he would have been killed on sight by the first guard. This was the reason he was exiled. At the bottom of his heart he knew that his mission was suicidal, but he was driven by the fire of adventure and the desire of seeing the mountains up close, since heading for any other village would only have meant seeing them from further away. Before he gave up his dragon hunt he was determined to climb one of the peaks and see the world from above, then he would turn around and look for the closest village surely with some meat to sell.

From where he found himself at that very moment it wasn't possible to see the mountains; they were hidden by the leafy treetops, and would have been visible only by climbing into one. The young hunter and the adult deer were about sixty steps away from each other. Trying a shot could scare the animal away, but the hunter was about to draw an arrow anyway when he detected the roar of a stream with his goat-like ears. If they were getting close to a current, possibly the deer would stop to water and then taking aim would be a lot easier. He kept on following the animal until the look of the woods changed. A strong light in the distance marked the presence of an opening, and the deer had entered it, disappearing from view.

The hunter never had found himself in front of such a sudden interruption of a wood, except when he returned to Yrn after hunting. Like all other villages in the Great Forest, the space to build Yrn was obtained by chopping down the trees, since natural clearings were rare. He felt a bit suspicious about it, but this didn't stop him from crossing the edge. The sight that welcomed him was so unexpected that he got a fright and he shuddered in understanding how that clearing was obtained. A number of logs of different sizes, broken at the bottom like twigs, were piled on top of each other to form a circle, sometimes interrupted, that bordered the wood. This stack was averagely as tall as the hunter, and from where he stood behind it he could see the horns of the deer approaching the stream. The really peculiar thing about those logs was that only the roots had been exposed to an intense heat, not the whole tree, and the trunk was pushed by a mysterious force and its wood had easily split, leaving only a charred and uneven stump on the ground. The hunter immediately thought of dragons: it was told that they could breathe fire, and what he was seeing was surely their work.

A strange sense of excitement filled him as he sneaked behind the fallen trunks to better position himself and lethally shoot. He found the passage that the animal used to enter the clear space and go for the drink. The hunter now knew that he not only was in the territory of dragons, but also very close to what he understood was a trap. Knowing this didn't make him think for a second about turning around; in fact, he didn't believe in the stories up until now, and because they were starting to look plausible the curiosity that pushed him so far was revived. His heart accelerated and an adrenaline rush made him feel strong and capable. While he kneeled down to improve the aim, hidden behind the logs to the side of an opening in the circular barrier, he noticed how well you could see the mountains; beyond the stream and the deer, over that wall of logs, raising the eyes over the treetops, three mountainous peaks came into view, and under them laid green fields on sunlit slopes.

The hunter was ready: his furry hand (except for the palm and fingertips) held on to the feathers of an arrow, and then with a single fluid motion he nocked and drew back the string of the bow, focusing first on the arrow tip then on the animal to adjust the aim. The deer had not seen him; the shot was ready, but something was preventing it. It was a swooshing sound that became rapidly noisier, then a quickly moving dark shade outlined on the opening, and the belly of the hunter sank because something had blocked the sun. His reaction was to let go of the arrow, and its trajectory was followed by eyes still fixed on the prey. It drove into the deer's neck the instant in which it was clutched by a pair of clawed paws, still in mid-flight, belonging to a terrifying creature.

Going at great speed, it dug its rear paws into the soft ground of the clearing and slid forwards with the deer held tight to its chest. The dragon used its wings as air brakes, stopping just before crashing in the log barrier. The creature had a very long tail, the terrified hunter realized, but he yet hadn't seen the neck nor head, since they had been hidden by huge wings. From his hiding spot the hunter could not see the dragon very well, since it was relatively far away on the other side of the clearing beyond the stream. Even if a part of him asked it instinctively, the hunter did not run away, because he knew he was at a safe distance, and that with those wings the dragon would not have been capable of chasing him down the woods if it discovered him. He then decided to enter the clearing by passing between the logs whilst staying close to them, to better look at that monster he had seen in a flash.

The beast had landed so heavily that it left a wide trail on the ground behind it, and the hunter could now see the two long holes that it had plowed up with its rears to slow itself down. The upper side of the wings, well folded over the back but still very tall and wide, was black-veined-blue like a pretty stone. Starting from behind the neck and going down to the middle of the tail, a number of black colored, overlapping, and independently moving bony plates gave the hunter the impression of being a natural armor. The neck of the dragon was long, not straight but rather willowy, looking flexible and strong. Strangely, the creature did not start to devour the deer; instead, it looked at it, and a few seconds after the hunter left his hiding place it quickly got up on all fours (since it was still laying after having landed) and then did a complicated movement. To turn around it put all its weight on the hind legs to rear, and doing so it turned one-hundred eighty degrees while making two wide steps with the back paws before putting down the front paws and so facing the hunter.

This was gracefully done and the hunter was surprised, because it was as if the dragon noticed the arrow and turned around to find who had shot it, something which did happen, since he was frozen on the spot, incapable of reacting after the creature lifted and turned so unexpectedly. He had thought that like any other predator the dragon would have started to eat the animal, not that it would have the consciousness required to understand the arrow. Oddly enough the stories that he heard did not talk about the acumen of dragons, something in which he firmly believed in now. He was holding still, with the bow clung tight in one sweaty hand and a plastered face whose eyes were wide and fixed on the winged creature.

Between the hunter and dragon were more than eighty steps. The hunter came up with the conclusion that the dragon was at least six times taller than him, making one step back. The creature started walking toward the hunter very slowly, and while doing so it calmly stretched its wings to show their underside. The hunter was mesmerized when realizing that the color under the wing was white and grey, with a pattern insanely reminiscent of a cloudy sky. That strange happening threw more feelings in the melting pot of emotions experienced by the hunter during those moments. Fear had paralyzed him, and astonishment made it even harder to formulate any sort of action or thought. He was struck by the beauty of what he was seeing. He was sure that the creature had as much intelligence as he had, but at the same time he still wasn't sure of its intentions. And yet that gesture of showing that wonderful image concealed under the wings felt reassuring, as if the dragon knew what beauty was to be found in that show of color and cloud forms naturally painted on membranous skin.

The hunter stared at the dragon for never-ending seconds while it came towards him, gazing at its wings, almost as large as half of the clearing, but also at its neck and head, and he noticed the gracious wavy gait it had: lifting its shoulder well up and flinging an angled paw forwards in hiding the claws. Concerning the head, it was different from the snake-shaped one he had heard of in the stories; it had a blunt muzzle, and the skull reminded him of a cross between a wolf and a lizard. On top of the muzzle was a low forehead, to the sides of which there were ears similar to those of horses; above the ears, ivory horns were inserted in the skull, starting parallel and then arching so much they almost touched.

Under and below the horns there was a voluminous cranium, that added even more intelligence to the already smart looks of that dragon. Over an almost flat jaw, the mouth line was tight and smiling sincerely and soothingly, and the eyes also smiled, marvelous turquoise eyes in white, but still slim and diagonal with a reptilian pupil. Now that the dragon had reached the stream and was putting its front paws in it, the hunter had noticed that the color of the skin on the front side of the neck and chest, as well as on the internal side of all the legs and presumably the belly was of a very light color, a bright dusty grey, and had no scales on it. In fact scales only covered the lateral and upper sides of the dragon, as much as a large portion of the face and legs; they were mostly rectangular and of different sizes and casted ultramarine reflections over polished black, shining under the sun like gems. What really struck the hunter, and that was something rather unsettling, was the fact that the lines of that dragon's body were very curvy, and its way of walking had been provocative and sinuous, and notwithstanding the bulging muscles there was no doubt in his mind that it was emanating a great femininity. All in all, it was simply another reason that made the hunter unable to move and totally at the mercy of this wild beauty.

The dragoness was standing still with her front paws in the water. The hunter kept looking at her intensively as she folded her wings and delicately bended her neck to drink from the stream. When she did so the horns became well visible and it was possible to see the silhouette of the head from the top, as well as the bony plates that she had over her spine. She hadn't made a sound or a move against the hunter so far, but he still had no idea what to do, even if he had stopped feeling threatened however fearful he still was. The way the dragoness had of introducing herself made clear that she didn't intend to hurt him, so the hunter thought well to put down his bow and with shaking hands he unfastened the sword from the belt of his trousers, and then threw it away far on his side. Even in fear, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to interact with a legendary creature such as this one, more so now that he was absolutely sure he was dealing with a female.

When the sword hit the ground the dragoness lifted her chin and the hunter got a glimpse of her tongue, wide but not forked, retracting behind her lips holding some water. She watched the sword for a moment, then with her eyes she searched for those of the hunter, and gazed into them for the first time. An image formed in the mind of the hunter, and it was immediately recognized by him as something exterior, transmitted through the eyes of the dragoness. The hunter had seen a picture of the deer he had struck before it was taken by the her, and the object of interest in that image was indeed the arrow.

The hunter, who knew he was trembling but not how much, understood that the dragoness wanted him to know that the kill was his own. He then started making refusal gestures with his arms and hands, and in his tongue he stammered, "No, no, it's yours!" while he shook his head to make her know. At that point the dragoness burst out chuckling; the sound was full of ups and downs, powerfully high-pitched. She made that while grinning in a way that revealed white and pointy fangs. When the laughing stopped, she lifted a leg from the water to shyly ask the hunter to come closer, by drawing her paw and claws towards herself.

The hunter was unsure what to do: maybe the dragoness was tricking him and she would eat him as soon as he was close enough. When he was crossed by that thought the dragoness became rather sad, and glazed down. Then she lifted her chin to look at the hunter's eyes, and as if she had read his mind she uttered a long, guttural "No..." that faded slowly. The dragon had spoken and the hunter marveled, now surer about her honesty, since she had lowered her neck and was now walking backwards, to then turn around and go back to the dead deer.

The dragoness knew that the hunter didn't trust her. She was expecting him either to pick up his weapons and leave, or do something stupid and get himself killed. The hunter however didn't want to go; maybe he should cross the river even if it meant death, regardless that the dragoness made it clear she didn't want to hurt him. It was the attraction the hunter felt that was gluing him there. He had to do something about it. He thought that since the dragoness could read his thoughts maybe she was still doing so, and that she knew about how he felt for her, but the hunter had received no sign nor vision since she had turned back to her kill. The hunter then thought about sharing the meat, and that thought immediately resulted in a reaction by the dragoness, which was her claws starting to work on the dead animal.

The hunter could hear the sound of breaking bones and tearing meat, but when seen from behind that action looked very neat, and the hunter thought that she was cleaning the carcass. The rucksack and the quiver were also put down by the hunter, who then renounced all doubts and started running for the stream. He forded it on foot and was soaked up to the waist, and then he came out slipping on a cobble and falling on stone. Luckily, he avoided hurting himself too much and got back up, not caring about having bruised a knee. With his heart pounding, he was making long steps toward the dragoness, up until he thought that approaching her from behind was impolite, so he shouted, "Hey, let's do as you wish! Let's share!"

The dragoness interrupted what she was doing, made two steps sideways with her front paws to angle her chest a little, then twisted the long neck so that the head turned far enough to stare the hunter with one eye.

"Come," she tried to say gently, but her tone of voice was deep and intimidating, close to a growl, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face; she immediately hid it by getting back to work.

When she had first seen the hunter, the dragoness had read his entire life story and learned his language (which she didn't understand before now, as this was the first time she had ever met one of the bipeds). There was a lot of talk of an ancient conflict between the two races in the Massive Block where she came from; it was said that the bipeds had defeated and confined them by using a sorcery that made it impossible for dragons to fly over the Great Forest. Thus there was a lot of racial hate between bipeds and dragons, but the victims rarely entered the expanse of rock, snow, and ice to get themselves killed. The dragoness thought that that hunter was very lucky, because if he had met any other dragon he would have already been dead; she didn't have anything against him because she was a fugitive who found a way to escape the rule of males in her society that was accepted by every female as a norm, but not by her. No dragoness was allowed, for instance, to hunt on her own, and it was during one of those hunts that she managed to fly away, risking her life trying. Harboring resentment towards her species, she found this creature, an object of racial hate, lovable and exciting.

The dragoness had been trying to talk in a low voice, without roaring, and, having failed in her attempt, became quite embarrassed. The hunter was not surprised nor intimidated by the tone of voice (he considered her size), and noticed how her long and narrow eye had widened and some of the muscles on her cheeks stretched to show embarrassment. He smiled, thinking that such a majestic creature could feel embarrassed before a little mite such as himself. While gritting his teeth he moved to the side of the dragoness, expecting first a tail swipe, then an assault that never came. He could now see what she had done to the carcass; she had separated the head and legs, then cleared the animal of its internal organs and skinned it crudely. The hunter saw the dragoness open her maw to take in the pile of entrails, then raise her neck towards the sky and swallow that mass without chewing it.

"You don't waste a thing, do you?" exclaimed the hunter, trying to be funny, while scratching his head and brushing his hair nervously, almost cutting himself on one of his little, sharp horns.

"How come you sent me images and now you are talking? What's your name?", the hunter asked. The dragoness let out an incomprehensible sound, then apologized.

"Oh, so that is your name? And why are you sorry? What's wrong?"

The dragoness was surprised as she looked at the hunter, "But how? Haven't you heard how I speak your tongue?" And indeed those words were spoken very loudly and the intonation was off.

That moment the hunter was no farther than eight steps from her, who was towering over him. As he was seeing her body up close, staring at the lines of her back and tail, as well as of the head and neck, he was made horny, noticing the slim but strong raptor legs, and the roundness of the thighs that emanated ultramarine glitters from black shiny scales. The dragoness was keeping her wings well lifted above her body, folded but vast, they reached her horns in height and the end of her tail in length. The hunter didn't have second thoughts about coming closer, and he was now trying to contain his own embarrassment, simply afraid of saying something stupid, so he stopped scratching his head and instinctively fondled his crotch.

The dragoness was now sneering, and her body made little jolts while she emitted crystalline sounds of amusement that thundered in the clearing. "You are really lucky, you know," she told him, "Hop on me. I will take you and this dinner to my lair, and we will spend the night together. If you wish to, I will take you back here tomorrow, because I can go no further; but first pick up your rucksack and your weapons."

A wonderful feeling of gratitude shook the hunter that almost made him lose his balance and fall down when hearing those words. The dragoness had understood that he wanted her, and now the hunter felt a crushing sensation of emptiness in his belly; his heart was in his throat and fire was lit in his wet pants. He didn't understand why the dragoness asked him to take his weapons too, but still he crossed the stream to go back to the other side and pick his things up. While he shouldered his backpack he thought how it was all impossible; his opinion of dragons had completely changed after that meeting, and now he was about to fly on the back of and spend the entire night in the company of that gorgeous female specimen. It felt like a dream he never had was coming true, revealing itself and materializing in that early afternoon because of a shared prey. He saw in the dragoness the incarnation of the concept of a huntress, and he wondered what sort of surprises awaited him. Even if she had proven respect, the hunter was still thinking she might try to eat him, but when he put his boot on her knee and then put his hands on her scales, feeling their smoothness and the grooves between them, to then crawl up her back between her massive wings moving on the mobile dorsal plates to reach and hold on to her neck, the idea of being eaten stopped bothering him.

The dragoness picked up the deer legs with her front paws, and she then held the rest of the animal in her mouth. She turned and started walking back to get enough distance for takeoff. When she was ready she reared and started running like mad towards the stream, keeping her front legs holding the meat well lifted. The acceleration was brutal and the hunter almost lost his grip; the dragoness jumped over the stream and spread her wings imparting them mighty stokes. She kept on running on the other side of the clearing too, then her whole body was airborne at the third flap. The treetops almost hit both of them, when suddenly they disappeared replaced by a stupendous sight.

The hunter, now that the dragoness had stretched her neck flat, saw the woods from the air for the first time in his life, them becoming wider the more they climbed, and after a low veer the ending of that chain of mountains came into view. After the three peaks that had been visible from the clearing, it continued until it joined a frightening block of rock that covered a large portion of the horizon. The dragoness was flapping her powerful wings and the hunter was now desperately holding on to her scale plates, but every time she lowered them the immense Great Forest appeared, and then to the left the end of the chain of mountains and even more woods, dotted by lakes, never to end.

The sight that at first transfixed the hunter was now beginning to make him feel quite sick; it was clear that the dragoness was heading high up the mountains, and when the little hunter realized that she wasn't going to stop climbing he decided not to look around and simply hold on while he looked at the bony scale plates along the neck, because watching in the direction of the horns or the wings made him feel dizzy, and he was afraid of panicking. He then decided to look at one armor plate in particular, to which he fell in love with. It was joined to the top and bottom by others so that it could still move around and was as hard and smooth as iron, and black with no reflections. Holding onto and lying on the plates, he could feel them shifting to second the motion of the wings. The hunter was so excited that he didn't care about the freezing air hitting him in the face, nor was he bothered by his wet trousers freezing up as much as the fur on his stubby tail.

ACT II

The hunter knew that the dragoness was about to land. For the first time they were losing height, and he was feeling that sensation of lightness only discoverable on the back of a dragon descending from the sky. The neck of the dragoness raised as she changed the angle of her wings, which filled with air reducing her speed. Ahead there was a field dotted by boulders; that was going to be where they'd land. There were the last of the grasses, since after it there was a stretch of loose rocks overlooked by a craggy mountain peak.

When the rear paws touched the steep ground the dragoness slowed to a halt, and it took her only a few steps to balance herself; she dropped the deer limbs she was holding, and landed her clawed digits on the slippery and spiny grass.

She lowered her neck down to the ground and opened her maw to drop the carcass, as the hunter dismounted her. The latter had a hard time getting up on the shoulders of the dragoness; he was half-frozen, and when he walked down to the middle of the neck he tripped falling sideways to land on his rucksack. The head of the dragoness turned to face him from above. The hunter, who hadn't yet got back up, had the great dragon's muzzle right in front of him, getting to see the reptilian eyes up close. On the top of them were eyebrows made of large, dark and shiny scales, while the skin around was scale-free and dusty grey in color. Just the eyes alone looked very pretty to the hunter; they had streaks of all shades of blue around the vertical, elongated pupil. On the ridge of the muzzle were lots of little scales, that ended along the mouth and around the fleshy nostrils. Only the cheeks and the top of the head were well-covered in mostly rectangular scales. The arched horns were an amazing sight, too. All in all it was the sharpness and the feminine cut of the dragon's face that was now shortening the hunter's breath and turning his heart into a drum, as it had been the moment he had forded the stream to approach her just a few hours ago.

The dragoness eyed him up and down, then she smiled showing her fangs and imperatively said, "I don't want you to freeze, so take off your pants now."

The hunter (who was now seeing the rows of teeth just an arm away from his face) had nothing to object. Sitting on his buttocks, he took off his wet boots and undid the belt. It was a relief to get rid of the frozen trousers, but he immediately felt the chilling mountain air blowing on his short, thick chocolate-colored fur as much as on his now exposed genitals. The dragoness was attentively looking at the business end of the hunter (which was greatly shrunk by the cold), and so she neared her lips to it and drew out her big red tongue to lick it.

The astonishment and the immense happiness of the hunter were belittled by the pleasurable feeling of warm wetness as he rested face up on the grasses. The tongue of the dragoness, after the first pass over his chilly dick and sack, was now warming the fur of his legs by licking the front of one and the other as she kept her eyes almost shut. She also cleaned the injury the hunter had on one knee, tasting the flavor of his coagulated blood, though quickly getting back to warming up the more sensitive parts. After she gave a brief lick right under the groin. "Turn around," she then said.

The hunter obeyed diligently. He marveled by how this unlikely relationship was turning out with a look of delight upon his face. He was expecting the dragoness to now lick and warm up the back of his legs and, surely, his icy bottom, but instead he heard her crystalline and thundering laughter. The hunter was startled by her laughter and was immediately reminded of the danger he was in: he was lying on his belly at the mercy of a dragon, and from his position he could no longer see her mouth! After a dreadful moment of silence the hunter heard her exclaim:

"What a funny looking tail you have!"

The hunter was about to tell her to wait until he showed her his odd spiky horns when something hot and slimy went right through his buttcrack and just sat there for a moment. It then started moving slowly over his testicles, anus and the base of his tail. The dragoness then withdrew her tongue, enclosing her lips around the furry dock to get all the cold off of it.

Lying flat and belly-down, the hunter was now experiencing a rather discomforting erection. His penis, which presented no hair as opposed to his ballsack, was in direct contact with the spiny mountain grasses being pricked by them as the dragoness's tongue was pressing and running up and down the back of his legs. The hunter was shaking in excitement as he was actually only being warmed up. This experience, which lasted around two minutes, happened to be the most incredible, wonderfully unusual thing the hunter had ever experienced: the unashamed contact between that great tongue and his legs and hips had pleased him greatly. When the dragoness stopped licking, the hunter was covered in warm and sticky saliva from the waist down, and he felt much, much better compared to when he had fallen off the dragoness.

"It's done, you can get up now." She said.

The hunter did as told but got up showing his back to her, afraid that she would mock the bare purple shaft of his erected penis with her loud, high-pitched laughter. Indeed she did, once she quickly figured why the hunter didn't face her. The hunter then felt a sharp push on his back and fell face down in the spiny grass. Amazed by that prank, the hunter got up and faced the dragoness - his backpack still shouldered and his poncho only partially covering his now half-retracted dick. The wind was blowing on his legs but the fur there didn't move like that covering his face, as it was gooey. The yellow eyes of the still standing hunter were fixed on the blue ones of the dragoness; she was struggling to use her lips to get hairs off her tongue. This made the hunter giggle, as he watched the dragoness busy herself spitting out hairy saliva.

"Your strong taste is adorable" affirmed the dragoness, keeping for herself that she actually enjoyed discovering his blood. She smiled as she investigated that creature so similar yet very much smaller than her.

"No wonder: I've been running in the woods for days without washing" replied the hunter with a smile. But he then let his arms fall down his sides and looking a bit down, "But you can read minds, so I guess you already knew."

"Of course I did, Xyldan." And as she said that name, the hunter's heart sank and butterflies took flight in his belly. "But I'll tell what happened to me in a moment: I want to try to dry your pants, first."

The eyes of the hunter were still widened by having heard his name spoken by the dragoness. He watched her pick up his trousers, which were on the ground close to him, with her jaws then she started to walk uphill. Since he had been told to wait, Xyldan didn't move, just eyeing the dragoness as she went past him unswayed by the incline. The tail took a while to follow suit, because it was longer than the rest of the body. A horny thought crossed the hunter's mind: if he behaved properly, he'd might soon catch a glimpse of its underside, and that thought alone made him hard. It was then that he realized that the warming-up with saliva had worked great, and even if he was covered in it he was no longer feeling cold.

The dragoness halted farther up. She released the pants from her jaws and blew a weak flame on them. In hearing the sound of scorching fire, the hunter rushed to watch in amazement making long uphill steps whilst keeping well aside of the action. He then saw two more jets of fire coming out of the dragoness's mouth, and after each she stomped on the trousers with her big paw to extinguish them. When she finished, the low grass around the blackened pants was alit, and she had to upturn it with her claws to put it out, ruining the unspoiled look of the high mountain side they were on. The smoking trousers were once again picked up using her fangs; she turned her neck toward Xyldan, snapping her chin to toss the pants right in his arms.

"It didn't work out," she said with an apologetic smile. The hunter noticed that his sword was missing, too: it was no longer attached to his trousers! Though he didn't tell the dragoness straight away. So he shook his trousers by holding them flat with both hands, and because they did not tear he put them back on; they were kind of hot, and too large since the belt to which the sword was fastened was also gone! Xyldan could not but exclaim, "You burned my belt!"

The dragoness glanced down and started to scratch the burnt and up turned soil, replying:

"It's ruined. I'm sorry, I didn't notice the sword..."

"Nevermind" stated the hunter, with a sigh.

"I do, I do, I'm so sorry it didn't go as planned..."

The hunter was holding his trousers up with one hand, while with the free arm he stressed a shrug of the shoulders. "It doesn't matter, really, I shall hang on to them meself," he said.

The dragoness stopped scratching the ground to look at Xyldan, though keeping her long neck down low and crossed. "Take your sword, it's... right here. I will take some of the deer meat to my lair, you take the rest if you can." She lifted a paw and stretched the limb to point at the peak on top of the hill with her index clawed finger. But the hunter looked over there and could not detect anything in particular. All around there was a panorama of high mountains and low forests lit by the afternoon sun of late spring, a truly awesome sight.

The dragoness took the rear deer legs and the carcass in her maw. After that, she started to hop up the hill as if it wasn't there, swinging her tail back and forth and opening and closing her wings a little in the process. The hunter put his wet boots back on and walked to the spot where the dragoness had been standing, and found his sword almost entirely buried under a lump of soil. As he extracted it, he thought of fighting with it but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. He was ashamed of having thought about killing a dragon, but he was heartened by the fact that before then he didn't know of their smarts, and it had never occurred to him that he could be attracted to one of their females.

The hunter was crossed by the thought that he could be dreaming, because he had never been so incredulous and happy as in those moments. He then made sure he was well awake by pinching his cheeck, and this planted a large smile upon his face. Quite curious to find out where the dragoness lived, he placed the sword in his rucksack then went downhill to look for the remaining deer legs. The hunter placed one under his armpit and held the other in his free hand and started drudging up the hill. The dragoness was far away, at some point just before the end of the field, and she was holding still; before the hunter could open his mouth in surprise, she had disappeared into the mountain. A round hole had opened, large enough for her to pass.

It took twenty minutes for Xyldan to reach the aperture in the grassy hillside by walking as fast as he could. When he got there, he stopped to inspect the boulder that had been hiding the entrance; it had a unsuspecting look, and would perfectly cover the hole. It was resting to the side, lodged in a slight depression in the slope.

The hunter peeked inside. After a short cylindrical hallway there was a large, dimly lit room. He crossed the threshold, and the space in front of him became easier to see; he dragged the deer legs, himself, and the rucksack down that round corridor carved in the bedrock, where he halted panting just before entering the circular chamber at the end of it.

Xyldan dropped the meat in a pile on the smooth stone floor, then he took off his rucksack and placed it in front of him to open it and get his leather flask. He untied the knot that sealed it and he drank from it by holding its neck tight. When he had enough water, he crouched and tied up the flask to place it back in the rucksack. He got up, holding his trousers as usual, and he said hello to the dragoness (who was perched and silent on the far end of the cave) by lifting his head well up and shaking the free hand while smiling in a way that showed all his gratitude and happiness.

He then took a moment to look around.

A circular hole on top of the large semispherical chamber revealed the sky, allowing some light to penetrate but not much. The dragoness was resting on the far end of that totally unfurnished room, which was large enough to contain another beast of similar stature; but if she wanted to stand straight and keep her neck in its natural position, she could only do so by standing with her head in the center of the room, otherwise her horns would hit the ceiling. Half of the round floor surface, the side opposite to the entrance, was bowl-shaped in such a way that the dragoness could assume her ideal resting position. The dwelling place was very simple, thought the hunter, though he was wondering how the stone had been carved.

"It's the work of the magic in my dragon blood", said the dragoness, giving a serious intonation to that statement, "Through focusing on the shape, us dragons make rock malleable and can mold it with our minds, but a mistake doing this can cost our lives." While she was talking, the hunter noticed that the air in the cave was slightly sulfurous, but it wasn't stale thanks to the hole in the roof.

"Amazing!" cried Xyldan while scratching his goatee, his other hand leaving the trousers to rest on the side of his pelvis. The intention of looking relaxed turned into an accident, because the hunter was late to notice that his pants had fallen down. The poncho did cover his phallus, but the scene was still ridiculous and it made the dragoness start laughing uncontrollably. She thought that was so funny that she began moving convulsively, scratching the stone floor with all her sixteen claws; when she was about to stop she looked at Xyldan (who had by then pulled up his pants and was now holding them up with both hands), and she laughed again with stronger roars and smoke came out of her nostrils. The hunter was looking at her with a somewhat offended look, feeling a little scared but strangely entertained by the scene. The dragoness turned upside down and was wiggling while she swung and slammed her tail on the ground and slapped her wings against the walls of the artificial cave. As that happened, the hunter retreated to the safety of the hallway to give her the space she needed. Suddenly the action stopped, and there was a silence broken only by the sound of dripping water.

At that point the hunter slowly returned to the round chamber, and the first thing he found in front of him was the end of the great tail, of which he could see the underside; then with great amazement he discovered the supine body, rear legs well spread and clawed paws up in the air. Around the dragoness's rear end was a lake of piss that had just stopped gushing out from its spring.

One of the dragoness's wings was well stretched out and so wide as to fold on the wall, showing the cloudy sky impression underneath. Her front hinds were crossed on the top of her belly, the neck was bent, the head hidden by the other wing. The entire silhouette of the dragoness was slightly trembling, occasionally jolting as the hunter fixed his eyes on her wet, vertical slowly pulsating lips.

"I'm sorry, it's... that I like you so much," he heard the sobbing dragoness say, her head still hidden under the wing.

"I do need you," She continued,

"Now"

The hunter understood she was hiding tears, as she was sobbing. Shocked by such a sharp change in her mood, but still quite attracted by seeing her upside down, he was made curious by whatever had driven such a creature to tears.

"What's wrong?" asked Xyldan, entering the circular space and moving towards her cloaca while keeping the tail aside. At the point where it joined the backside, the height of it reached the top of the hunter's chest. Xyldan decided to just do what the dragoness had asked him, so he courageously freed himself of the trousers and boots and stepped into the piss puddle; with a little jump he hopped on her tail, making the rough skin of its top, and the scales on its sides, brush the short fur on his legs. He looked at the great crack that was in front of him, which was at least ten times longer than the ones of the females of his own species, and he noticed how the anus was also hidden behind that single opening line.

Xyldan's butt was now soaked by the urine that was left on the tail after its unintended exit. Inevitably, finding himself so close to that furnace of passion, the hunter's member erected. Though Xyldan figured that if he penetrated the dragoness she would have hardly felt anything, so he decided to get busy with his hands.

He salivated as he was about to touch the outer edges of flesh that joined to form the female sex. His fingers felt very hot as they got closer, then the hunter slid his index and middle through from top to bottom, melting inside as he felt her dampness. As he explored and massaged with just the two fingers, the internal muscles of the anus and vagina contracted, making the cloaca back up quite a way before releasing, so showing pink fleshiness.

As her massive cunt winked twice and thrice, the hunter began rubbing his right palm over it giving it a slow rotatory movement. The female sex then relaxed, welcoming the hand and wrist inside: it then became so tight to effectively trap the hunter's hand! He had to cling onto his right elbow with his left hand and pull using all his might to free it from that solid grip, grinning as he saw it covered in a layer of warm goo. Instinctively, he took the side of right index finger to the mouth, sucking on it to taste a uniquely rich, saline flavor.

Xyldan now felt the terrible urge to dive his dick inside the dragoness and deploy, but he was sane enough to remember that it still was only mid afternoon, and that if he went through there and then he might not have had another go at the great dragoness! Instead he thought of continuing to please her with his hands, this time by sticking in his forearm. It easily went in as she allowed it inside, the muscles of the vagina actually pulling it in as he thrusted it forward. While moving his whole right arm backwards and forwards inside her, with his fingers the hunter rubbed and stroked. Her clit was being tickled by the fur on his arm, swelling and hardening as more blood reached the delicate parts making her cloaca flower, too. After fifteen seconds of viscuous enchantment, the dragoness arched her back as her tail began to twitch. The hunter almost fell off as he kept on fisting her juicy cunt. The dragoness's sobs had become sharp cries, and the hunter (who was too busy) hadn't realize that she had been looking at him at work in tears. Though her maw was open, the thick tongue dangled to a side, and soon her eyes rolled up to the point that only the white showed. The hunter made the dragoness experience three strong gripping muscular contractions that actually hurt the hunter's forearm.

As she roared in her own draconic way, liquid quickly rushed out of her, after which her internal muscles relaxed. When the hunter took his hand out, he witnessed the slow release of some more lubricant, after which came a couple of unexpected squirts of piss that completely drenched his poncho. The pungent smell, that had been completely forgotten, had now reached newly disturbing levels inside of the hunter's nostrils.

Xyldan glanced up to spot a crazy mix of feelings on the dragoness's face, on which both post orgasmic release and a great unexplained sadness were evident.

"Look," said the hunter, "I'm not too hurt that you laughed at me, and there's really nothing wrong with having pissed yourself." He was trying to grasp what was wrong. The dragoness nodded slowly, then with a movement of her tail she invited the hunter to get off of it.

Again, he was standing with bare feet in her piss. She flipped belly down to get up on all fours and, as she kept her head down, walked to the end of the room where she sat in her hollow resting place.

She didn't look in the hunter's eyes when she said, "You must know that I am fugitive. Females cannot live on their own." She licked her lips then briefly sucked on her lower one, "Someday I'll be found and that will be the end of me. I've been alone for three months, living out my dream of freedom, and now I found you, so similar and so different and..."

She paused for a second.

"I'm afraid I'm in love with you." She then uttered.

The hunter was astonished. "And I'm quite afraid of having fallen in love with you, too!" he exclaimed. "And now that I'm here, you're no longer on your own."

The dragoness nodded displaying a sad smile, then she got up from her concave stone bed.

"This evening I want to behave according to the customs of your people," she affirmed, trying to be her happy self again, "I normally feed on the spot, but this evening I took the kill to my lair to cook it and consume it with you, but I need to get some wood for a fire. I will go and pick as much as I can, so you will be able to warm up properly and dry your boots. But... honestly, are you truly in love with me?" she asked coyly, even if she knew for sure the mind of the hunter did.

"But well of course! You are the most beautiful creature I've ever set my eyes upon!" Replied the hunter, putting his right palm flat over his heart. "But may I ask how will you clean this mess up from the floor?"

The dragoness felt a bit embarrassed. "When I return, I will mold the rock and it... well, it's going to be absorbed," she claimed as she started walking towards the exit. The hunter moved aside to give her way. "Follow me" She said, "I'd prefer to seal the entrance. I promise I'll be back soon," she added.

The hunter followed the dragoness out into the field; she turned and fixed her gaze on the boulder that was to the side of the entrance. It moved without being touched and sealed the cave perfectly. The dragoness then looked at Xyldan for a brief moment, and her eyes spoke for her; in them there was happiness and relief, a shade of sadness and lots of love for the young goat-man. The dragoness chewed and sucked her lower lip once more, showing she felt sorry about having to leave the hunter even for just a couple of hours. She then turned to face the slope and started to run in her majestic way, then flung her wings open taking flight. Once in the air, she veered to the right to distance herself from the mountains, descending towards the Great Forest until she was outside of Xyldan's view.

***

The hunter was left just with himself for a while.

So he roamed around the entrance boulder without his boots and pants on (as he had forgotten them in the cave), sometimes thoughtfully resting his back on the grasses. With his mind he replayed what had just happened, getting an erection and starting to play with himself lightly.

He was impressed that he had managed to keep his seed inside for a better moment, even if he could hardly imagine a better one. He smiled and he chuckled thinking what his friends would think of him if they knew.

Anxiously awaiting her return, he felt very happy that he had been caught under the curtains with Eyrena, and also to have been exiled from his village. The anger and the sadness that had harbored in his heart as he was traveling towards the forbidden mountains was completely gone! He even found himself close to one of the peaks, and his dream of seeing the world from above had been realized by flying there on a dragon's back. Could he had been any happier?

Soon, the fresh mountain air made him feel cold and he was forced to sit on his butt with his knees folded close to his chest, which were then put underneath the wide poncho that was still half wet and stank of dragon piss. The sun had sunk behind the mountains and a long chilling shade stretched over the field where the hunter was, until the winged silhouette of the dragoness finally reappeared.

Xyldan noticed straight away that she was holding two long tree trunks, a small one between her jaws and a larger one held by her rear paws and claws. When she reached the hillside, she was still flying quite fast, then she started to flap her massive wings to create enough down force to hold still in the air, with the end of her tail touching the ground at just a few feet away from the hunter. Xyldan could not avoid dropping his jaw as he looked up, standing in front of the large dragoness who was holding almost still in midair. The hunter was seeing the horizontal profile of the underside of her body, while gusts of air were blown in his direction from the flapping of her immense wings. She quickly released the logs in such a way they couldn't roll downhill, then she stopped moving her wings and landed cat-like. Her long neck lowered to take the fall, then raised up and outlined its dusty greys and sapphire blacks over the lightly clouded, deep blue evening sky.

"These are very dry logs: I think I can break them with my fangs," she said, quite convinced. So she placed herself behind one of the logs and held it between her sharp teeth. On her face was painted intense effort as she sank her fangs in the wood and she twisted her neck and jaws to try and break it apart, also lifting the log from the ground during that clearly disastrous attempt.

"Don't get hurt!" shouted the hunter, who only had his poncho on and whose legs were getting colder by the minute.

The dragoness suddenly put the log down, and she stared at the hunter with an apparently infuriated look. However, Xyldan could tell she was just kidding. "Why don't you try breaking this log with your jaws!" she exclaimed.

The hunter scratched his goatee and put his other hand on his pelvis, this time without any embarrassing drop of his trousers, since he hadn't any on. "I think you should try to split the log in two by pulling on the edges of the broken side where it's burnt," he stated, after having thought about it a little.

And indeed the large end of those dry logs was burnt and unevenly split. On the dragoness's face appeared both surprise and astonishment; she quickly got hold of the end of the log with both her front paws, and started to spread her front limbs with all the strength she had in her powerful shoulders. Smoke came out of her nostrils and the cracking sound of wood could be heard as the trunk started to split. She repeated the process with the second, larger one, only that she then had a little accident; while forcing the wood apart she shat. Xyldan was looking at her attentively and noticed, but it seemed that the dragoness didn't.

"Good, now that we have four pieces I can easily break them in two inside the lair," said the dragoness, very satisfied by the result. She was about to tell Xyldan that his had been a very good idea, but when she saw him covering his mouth and trying hard not to laugh, she quickly probed his mind to realize why. As she did she smiled at him, smiling even more until her fangs showed, looking at Xyldan with admiration. It was then that she found out that there were no second intentions in the hunter's mind, as she could only feel honest love and a marvelous feeling of joyous disbelief coming from him.

"You truly are a special guy!" the dragoness told the hunter, narrowing her eyes and continuing. "Since we have met, you have entirely removed the idea you had of fighting a dragon, and I'm now sure that you would never hurt me."

The hunter laughed out loud and then said, "And how can I be sure that you have no intention of eating me? I don't read minds!"

Also the dragoness burst out laughing, replying, "Come on: I'd never eat you, you're too cute!"

She then neared the hunter and leveled her large grey and black muzzle, behind which were arched horns as long as a man, to the height of his face. "Dragons don't kiss, but I know everything about your people and I want to try and kiss you," she said, now managing to control her voice and give it a gentler tone.

The hunter closed his eyes and brought his lips to the dragoness's, and his small tongue touched the large one, their mouths connected for a short while. It was the hunter to step back, and the dragoness knew it was because of the cold and his lack of pants.

So the dragoness opened the entrance of the cave with just a thought, and she walked in saying, "Look at how I can mold rock."

Curious, Xyldan followed the dragoness inside her lair and saw her stop right before the semispherical room. There was no side room for the hunter to overtake the dragoness, and as Xyldan thought of how to get ahead she lifted her long tail well up for him. The hunter could no longer see details because of the poor light in the hallway, still he managed to walk under her; if he had stretched an arm up he would not have been able to touch her, but he didn't try and just kept on going until he reached her front legs - once there he used one as a column onto which rest a shoulder. From his newfound position he could see the lair, dimly lit by the weak light coming in from the round hole on top of the dome-shaped ceiling.

"Drag the meat that's in there underneath me your stuff too, otherwise everything will be engulfed in stone," said the dragoness, and the hunter did as told. When he was back underneath her, she then closed her eyes and imagined the shape of the new floor. The liquids were instantly sucked in, then the floor started to boil like water and remold. A shallow cavity formed near the circumference of the room, and that was where the fire would be lit, while the hollow stone nest had disappeared. That was because that evening she wanted to move freely in there, and that concave resting spot would have surely been in the way.

When the stone stopped being amorph, the dragoness entered the room and turned around in there to go and get the wood she left outside. Since the hunter wanted to do something too, he placed his stuff near a wall and started to drag the deer legs close to where the fire would be. He had just dropped the legs when he saw first the tail and then the rear of the dragoness coming from the hallway. She was dragging all four log pieces by holding their small ends inside her mouth, something that was possible only by moving backwards.

The long-sliced logs where then broken in half by being placed diagonally against the wall and then hit by a powerful draconic shoulder bash. Six of the eight pieces obtained were placed by the hunter in the cavity to ready the bonfire. The hunter was thinking how it would have been possible to cook all that meat on it, since there was no grill nor spit.

"Don't worry, I will take care of cooking." Said the dragoness, reading his mind.

And the hunter, who was still trying to work out the disposition of the six pieces of wood for the fire, exclaimed, "and what do we need the fire for then?"

"To dry your clothes and boots," replied the dragoness, glancing up towards the ceiling.

"Oh, so you made me wait hours in the cold just to get some wood to dry my boots?" asked the hunter, looking awkward, turning to face the dragoness now holding both of his hands on the sides of his pelvis.

"Not only," she kept saying, "but also to warm you up, and to warm me up as I watch you in the light of the fire, tonight."

The hunter finally understood it as romantic idea, still it was good that he was going to finally be able to warm up properly.

The dragoness lit the dry wood with a continuous flame, and it started to pop and crackle until it caught fire. Xyldan started taking the cold off of his feet and remove all the wetness from his body, while grey smoke rose from the flames to exit through the hole on top of the hollow stone dome and be then swooped away by the north-blowing wind.

ACT III

The dragoness lay down behind the hunter, and the latter rested his back against her belly to be more comfortable in front of the fire. The red and yellow flames reflected on the dragoness's scales, visible on her distended legs and on parts of her neck, which was flat on the floor and C-shaped in such a way that allowed her to stare at the hunter. Xyldan had taken off his poncho and put it aside the fire along with the rest of the clothes to dry. He now was completely naked; his dark fur was slightly longer on his chest, where there was a patch of white hairs. She was staring at him lovingly as he was focused solely on warming up, until Xyldan turned his head to talk to her, and she raised her equine ears to listen to what he had to say.

"Tell me about you," said he, "I didn't get much of your story."

The dragoness then started to tell from the start. She explained how in dragon society a male had more females the greater his genius and combat prowess. She told how there were many dragon clans inside the Massive Block, and that they had always been at war with each other after they had failed their joined attempt to conquer the world. She told that inside the Massive Block there were plains and fertile lands where the livestock was different and larger compared to the one she had to survive on since she had left. She told Xyldan that the males and females had very different roles, and that only females had rules to follow. These rules included the absolute submission to the male to which they were destined. The power males saw in other males was strictly related to the number of females present in one's harem. Also, even if the females had the ability to shape the mother rock, it was strictly forbidden because it was considered a male privilege to create long channels and cavities that made up their very intricate lairs. While the hunter was listening carefully, he had turned around to face the dragoness and stood up with his butt turned against the fire. He had done this to give the dragoness a nice belly rub. While she was talking, he ran his hands over the scales of one of her thighs, but the cloaca was hidden since her back legs were resting one on top of the other. Sometimes she stopped talking just to lose herself in the pleasure of that simple caress, and she sighed in her draconic way to then continue from where she left.

"And also, love like you showed me doesn't exist among dragons. Before I met you, I didn't have any idea of what a caress felt like."

The hunter looked at her, smiling slightly, then the dragoness neared her big head to him so he could start scratching her long ears, and he finally got to touch one of her unevenly smooth ivory horns. She had a large, round skull vault underneath the horns, covered in scales, and a jaw that was almost flat and wrapped in rough skin. He caressed her muzzle and brushed the skin around her large eyes while she told him how males had bone crests coming out from the skull and jaws that gave them a much more menacing and fearsome look than females.

"And you really think the male you escaped from is still looking for you?" asked the hunter, finally, "I don't think he would be very happy to find you with me!" he added, trying to be humorous, but failed; the dragoness became very gloomy, and her eyes stopped sending out loving joy and started to wet as they glanced down, followed by her grey equine ears. The muscles on her face stretched to show preoccupation and pain, as she was envisioning her dreadful doom.

"He has many loyal sons, and surely he told them to look for me everywhere. I abandoned the Massive Block and flew over this mountain chain without even knowing if I would fall from the sky, as the legends told. I stopped just before the end of the mountains to dig my lair, because superstition is very strong in dragons and they will look for me inland before searching out here. But I know that if either my master or one of his sons happens to fly close to this mountain chain, he would smell me and would be on my doorstep in less than a day."

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed the hunter, now worried as much as the dragoness, since he was finally well aware of the situation. "I know that freedom is priceless, but I didn't think you valued it more than your life. You must have been very unhappy among dragons to have done that."

The dragoness started to cry loudly, her head resting on the ground with her neck, and to cheer her up the hunter dropped himself on her muzzle and started to caress her forehead. In that position the end of the muzzle of the dragoness was exactly where the hunter's genitals were, and she closed her lips around them and took them in her mouth, starting to suckle and lick them gently, quickly stopping to sob. Having something to say, she freed the testicles and penis and looked in the eyes of the hunter, this time with a look of incredulity.

"Before I found you, I had already accepted my end. I would have lived the free life of huntress until I'd been found and surely killed. But now that you came into my life, everything is changed! I am no longer ready to die, I want to live with you!"

At that point the dragoness's emotions overflowed and she sprung up, dumping Xyldan rudely from her muzzle, making him slide and fall on his butt with his legs wide open, his erection looking rather funny then. She walked clumsily backwards, keeping herself lowered and bent, reaching the end of the large round room where she then sat in fetal position, covered herself whole with her massive wings, and disappeared under that blanket of skin. She started emitting moans, sometimes broken up, sometimes continuing, that were very close to the pain threshold of the hunter's ears. Xyldan realized that she wanted to be left alone, and even if worried and disappointed by the situation, the fact that she stated that he had turned her life around made him feel as large as she was, when he had always felt puny in comparison. He shook his head in disbelief and ran a hand over his face, then he took his clothes and put them on. He shouldered his backpack and thought of going out of the cave to look at the first stars and leave the dragoness to herself: they did talk for a while, and it was good to spend some time alone.

Xyldan started walking down the very dark cylindrical hallway, to which end he could only see the almost-black color of the sky. Once outside, he noticed that there were a lot of clouds and that some covered the tops of mountains like hats. On the opposite side of the slope, on his right, he could admire an endless expanse of woods going up and down, dotted by small and great lakes, still visible for another few minutes before darkness concealed the view. The hunter walked twenty steps down from the entrance then took the rucksack off his shoulders and sprawled himself in the field, this time with warm and dry clothing on. He brought the pack with him because he was hungry, and during the past three hours of conversation and simple physical contact with the dragoness the deer hadn't been cooked. He took a ration of dried meat and his flask and started to gulp down his dinner, trying to keep away disturbing thoughts; he knew he was once more in danger: one shared with his newfound partner. He had no intention of leaving her; he truly wanted to spend the rest of his days in her company. But that talk made him sure that his days were numbered and not many, and that he might be introduced to the infuriated master of the dragoness and die with her. He understood why she had been so upset, and the reason for her peculiar interest in him. She had a lot of desire to simply love, something she never did before in that way, but she was struck by sadness and pain when she thought about the punishment that awaited her one day. Since Xyldan could not but think about that, he was trying to come up with something to tell the dragoness to cheer her up once he got back inside her lair. While he was finishing his dinner, sitting on the field under a dark and cloudy sky, the hunter could still hear the moans and sobs, as well as roars of rage coming from the dragoness in the cave, until they slowly stopped.

Xyldan put his flask back where it belonged and strapped on the shoulder pack. He stood up and turned around to face the lair. When he did, he found the blackened silhouette of the dragoness standing there, and it looked even taller because of the incline. Being totally unaware she had sneaked up on him, the hunter let out a scream of shock and lost his footing falling backwards, rolling down the hill a bit and then resting face down. Before he had the time to get up, the dragoness caught his rucksack in her maw and lifted him up from the ground. The hunter could see the grass underneath him getting father away, but he didn't object nor squirm and let himself be carried dangling from the dragoness's mouth into the cave, where he was gently put down beside the fire.

"Take off your clothes!" commanded the dragoness, while he looked at her with an appalled look. There was much pain on her expression still, but a lot of determination to love too. "I want to please you," she stated, to then lay behind Xyldan.

The hunter ran a hand under her muzzle, caressing her and saying, "You already satisfy me with your presence only." In saying so he got rid of his trousers that were already lowered since they had no belt, and took off the rucksack and poncho and distanced those things by using a booted foot. The dragoness lowered her head from the height of Xyldan's face to his lower parts, and she took out her tongue and started moving it from the bottom up repeatedly on his penis, which quickly became hard. She sealed her lips around it and took it all in her mouth. At first she stimulated it only with her tongue, but then she started to rhythmically move her head back and forth and gently blow on it.

The hunter was standing upright with his legs spread apart, and with his hands he rubbed the sides of her muzzle, going from the nostrils to the cheeks, pressing strongly against and even scratching the leathery skin with his nails, possibly because he thought that he had to use a little more strength than usual to be felt by a dragon, but also because of his sexual excitement. He was trying to resist the urge to cum from the moment the dragoness had swallowed his penis, and now that her great horny head was moving a bit faster, it was the hunter that let out cries of pleasure, and the moment he was about to take out his dick he could no longer endure. Semen came out from the top of his penis after three intense pulsations at its base, and he had a five second long orgasm at the end of which he let his upper body fall onto the muzzle of the dragoness, as she kept on licking and blowing and suckling while tasting the flavor of his love.

Resting on the dragoness's muzzle, the hunter was no longer touching the ground as he had slightly been lifted in the air during the amazing blowjob. His feet were dangling as he held onto her jaw. The dragoness allowed the penis out of her mouth as she put the hunter down, but he was so ecstatic that he could not stay on his feet and he collapsed on the cold floor while being pervaded by shivers of pleasure. He was completely lost and incapable of reacting, abandoned to that creature that, instead of devouring him, was now licking his body and wetting him with her warm and damp saliva, until the licking reached the face of the hunter. He drew out his tongue and the couple was once more joined by an interspecies kiss that gave both a peace which made them forget every worry and fear. The bonfire had almost died out, but the wood was not totally burnt. After long minutes of kissing and licking, the dragoness turned her head towards the fireplace and she fueled it with a flame, restarting it.

"I think it would be wise to eat, now," she said to the hunter, who took a good three seconds to return to reality from his world of pleasure and reply.

"Oh, yes. I have already eaten, why don't you wolf down the deer since you are so big and surely need it more than I do?"

The dragoness lifted her scaly eyebrows, "It doesn't matter. We have decided to share this prey, so you will eat some too."

The hunter got up, naked with the exception of his leather boots, and tried to remove even a little of the sliminess but failed. Still totally drenched in goo, he neared his rucksack and took out a knife, then he lowered himself near the deer carcass to cut a piece for himself, the part which is called saddle and is considered a delicacy. The dragoness was looking at him while he sliced the piece of meat, which was then shown to her. The hunter took his sword and drove the piece of meat through it, then sat very close to the fire and started to cook, easily rotating the meat by turning the hilt of the weapon in his hands.

While he cooked, the dragoness devoured the rest of the deer, and the sound coming from her maw demonstrated the strength it possessed; it grinded the bones easily, and in a matter of minutes nothing was left. It took more time for the hunter to get his meat well-done, and then he started to eat it. The flavor was succulent and delicious, and while he enjoyed such daintiness the dragoness looked at him. She kept silent until the last bite went down the hunter's throat.

The only light in that cavern was coming from the fire, and the hunter could no longer see the entire body of the dragoness, since it as well as the wings and tail were totally in the dark. She was resting beside Xyldan, her neck on the stone floor so the only thing that was visible to Xyldan was her large and beautiful skull, turned sideways to look at him, lit by embers and flames.

"Did you know that I can't pleasure myself?" she asked the hunter, "My fingers don't reach, and even if they did I have claws..." she affirmed, suspending the sentence.

"I didn't think about that," replied the hunter, close to the fire and with a full tummy.

"Would you like to..." and at that point the dragoness could no longer look at the hunter anymore. She had never asked for it before in her life, since she had always been forced to get it, so she turned her head away in shame.

Xyldan smiled understandingly. "It's ok," he said.

The horned skull of the dragoness lifted and disappeared from view into darkness, and the hunter could hear the sound of her claws scratching on stone as she was turning in the black of the lair. Suddenly her large and long tail appeared; it encircled the fireplace, then also the thighs came into view, of which the hunter could see the curvy rear side, and as he approached her he saw her paws in the air and her spread legs illuminated by the fire and nothing else, just that and darkness. With an athletic jump, the hunter hopped on the tail of the dragoness just before it conjoined with the groin, and he licked his lips as he peered at the cloaca of the witty beast, which was pulsating and wet in anticipation.

"Use both arms this time," Xyldan heard the dragoness say, so he thought a moment what to do.

The hunter decided to lay flat on the dragoness's tail so that his face was right in front of that massive slit. He then stretched his arms forward and, holding them together, he put the fingers of both hands inside the cloaca, feeling the warm and silky insides. To actually penetrate the vagina with his fingertips, he had to stick his wrists in, and at that point he felt a resistance which he defeated by giving a good push. Both his forearms slid inside the smooth channel. By gripping the tail of the dragoness between his legs, the hunter pushed even further until his elbows were engulfed. The friction between the hunter's genitals and the rough skin on the dragoness's tail procured him an erection, and as he moved he stroked his entire self; he tried to open his arms inside the dragoness, too, but he had been lucky enough to have achieved penetration. In fact, she had almost bone-breaking vaginal contractions that actually slowed the flow of blood in his arms as they occurred, and he could barely resist them: there was no chance for him to ever widen his arms inside her!

However, the external sides of his arms did manage to excite the dragoness to the point that her clit became turgid and well visible outside of the cloaca. The hunter decided to take out his arms from the dragoness, and a sucking sound echoed in the lair as he did so. He used his hands to spread the outer cloaca and look at it drooling; even with the low lighting he could see that her clit was longer than his dick and twice as large. He had given some pretty decent cunnilingus in the past, but he never had to deal with a clit of that size! It didn't bother the hunter at all to make his mouth come close to that scarlet piece of hot flesh and start to lick it; then, taking as much as he could in his mouth, he sucked and licked it avidly and energetically, so much so that he dug his teeth accidentally in it.

The dragoness, who during the previous stimulation was slowly moving about on her back, let out a very loud roar the instant Xyldan brought her big clit to his mouth, and her tail involuntary slammed on the floor, bringing the hunter airborne for a moment, but he landed back in place. As he sucked and kissed it she was kicking her legs in the air ferociously while moaning loudly. After ten seconds the dragoness came, and Xyldan (who was lying flat down on her tail) was hit in the face by a spray of gooey lubricant, followed by three painfully intense squirts of piss that made him lift his face off the clit, since a lot of it got in his mouth and it didn't matter how pleasurable the experience had been as he felt sick and spat it out while almost puking his dinner. He said nothing to the dragoness since he didn't want to offend her, and was now sitting straight on her tail, about to start working magic with his hands again.

Because the dragoness didn't mind pissing him in the face, he thought he would play a trick on her, so with his fingers he spread the cloaca and made them run down to its bottom end, where he revealed her anus. He stuck the index and the middle finger in it, and the dragoness immediately understood his intentions, spreading her rear legs even wider to make her butthole more easily penetrable. Xyldan was quite surprised that the dragoness had relaxed and stopped moving and was completely silent, but he didn't stop and inserted his right forearm into her rectum, giving a good push helped by his body weight. As he squeezed in he noticed that there were no feces (she did take care of that some hours ago, thought the hunter with a smile). Xyldan noticed how the walls in there were less smooth and more bumpy compared to the ones in her vagina. He started to masturbate that warm bore vigorously as she emitted a constant and plain sound: a loud murr. Sometimes the muscles contracted around his arm, but it did seem to him that this sort of stimulation was more relaxing rather than exciting for the dragoness. Even if the hunter had already emptied himself, he had a painful erection, so when he stopped teasing her after a bit, he neared his pelvis to the dragoness cloaca and tried to penetrate it. The hunter felt a bit mad about not being able to reach the small lips of the vagina not even with the tip of his penis, so he opted for her anus instead and was surprised by how easily half of his male member entered it, as the bottom side was pleasured by the smooth, hot, and very wet sides of the cloaca. The hunter only had to thrust thrice to reach his orgasm, that produced a scanty amount of sperm which was lost in the fleshes of the dragoness's anus. He then slid out his penis and started to rub it inside the cloaca while he was massaging the low belly of the dragoness with hands covered in viscous liquid.

The hunter felt strange after what had happened; he just had complete intercourse with a creature that was not of his species, and it attracted him extremely. However, there was something wrong. It was clear to him that he could not satisfy the dragoness with his own penis, since she had space in there for something much larger than himself! As far as what he could do with his hands, he managed to please her a lot, as he found out, but that detail made the experience of sex completely different from anything he had ever tried before. He shrugged off those thoughts and hopped off the tail of the dragoness, whom immediately moved away into the darkness to do something. The hunter saw her muzzle reappear, holding the remaining two pieces of wood, which were dropped by her beside the fire, and Xyldan helped by placing them in the flame. The hunter was thinking how beautiful it would have been to spend the rest of his days with her, and the sense of physical inferiority that he felt disappeared completely as they looked at each other in the eyes, and gave both a shot of pure joy provoked by their love and mutual recognition of the feeling.

"Thank you," said she, "You were great. I'm sorry you have a problem with not being able to penetrate me properly."

The hunter chuckled as he realized she had been reading his thoughts all along. He was speechless for a moment, and the dragoness happily laughed while he was left thoughtful.

"It's not a problem, it's a fact," said the hunter, and a conversation between them started lasting many hours, until the fire was out and only the cinders were left and they could no longer see each other. They talked about this and that, and the dragoness was sending him images of her past as she had done with the deer to better explain what dragon society was really like. During the chat they exchanged kisses, and the dragoness licked him after he caressed her lovingly. When it was very late the hunter untied his sleeping bag from the top of the rucksack and he put himself inside it, resting his head on one of the front legs of the dragoness. She covered him with one of her great wings; the last thing she asked before they both fell asleep was, "So, you'll be with me when they come?"

Xyldan didn't wait a second to reply. "Of course I will be with you. I will never leave."

THE END?