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As the horse came closer and close to the dark mountain, its rider noticed how restless the animal was becoming. It was trying to steer away, and the man needed to constantly pull on the reins and even use a ridding crop to hit the horse in order to make sure that it was moving on the right direction.
This was a common reaction for nearly all animals. Their senses could perceive danger far better than any human. That was why, whenever there was a natural disaster coming, the animals were almost always the first ones to realize it, and they grew restless and agitated.
There was a natural disaster coming. Or, better saying, the horse was being made by its rider to go in direction to a natural disaster.
The horse knew what laid in that mountain. It could feel it the closer they got. And that was why, as they reached a certain distance from the mountain, the horse just refused to move forward, no matter how hard the rider hit the horse, the animal would just refuse to move forward, neighing loudly and shaking nearly as if it wanted to knock the rider down.
At this point, all the rider could do was dismount and allow the horse to run away back to the same village from which he took it. The animal had done its part already, and it certainly brought him closer to his goal than any other horse would’ve.
And, with his shield and sword in hand, the man started making his way into the mountain.
He had to lurk around the rocky wall until he eventually found the opening he was told about. Following it, he saw himself entering a series of tunnel networks inside of the mountain, just like it had been described by the man on the shady bar.
Good to know those gold coins were not a waste. He thought as he made his way towards the tunnels. He could not use any torch or any other kind of light, for he knew that doing so would give away his presence to the one creature he was trying to approach without being noticed.
And that would mean death before he even got a chance to fight.
So, relying on his senses to guide him in the perfect darkness. In particular, he relied on his sense of smell, as he paid close attention to the smell in the air. The scent of sulfur and ozone. A very particular smell of the likes one could hardly find anywhere else. A rare scent that was very familiar for the man.
He felt it on that night.
On the night when his village was burned to the ground.
The night when he lost his father.
It was the smell that was emanated by the beast.
And it was getting stronger as the man followed it across the tunnels, until he eventually arrived in a great chamber. A great opening inside of this mountain, which was once a volcano. At the top, the opening allowed for both the air, the elements and the moonlight to come inside, allowing the man, until then in the sheer darkness of the tunnels, to take a good look at what laid ahead of him.
A mountain of gold and gemstones, of the likes many men would not be able to dream ever having on their lives, was illuminated by the light of the moon shining from above. However, that was nowhere near as worthy of the man’s attention as the creature laying on top of the gold and gemstones.
Its scales were redder than blood, so much that they seemed to shine, even on the pale light of the moon. With it’s horns looking to be made of the purest ivory, same as its claws. Its massive form took nearly the entire mountain of gold and other precious items that it was on top of, as it snored softly, it’s body shifting slightly as it did, including it’s wings which furled and unfurled on movements of the same dream making the tail twitch.
The dragon was even more impressive up close, like most of its’ kind. However, for someone like this man, who witnessed first-hand the type of destruction they were capable of, that this dragon in particular was capable of, he certainly could only see a monster that needed to be vanquished.
His grip tightened into the handles of both his shield and sword as he made his way closer, his armor letting out a metallic groan as he walked closer and close to the beast. As he did, the ears of the creature moved.
Senses far keener than those of any human picked the sounds of the approaching human. In answer, the creature growled as it was shaken from a deep sleep by those small sounds, its other senses picking the approaching of the invader, like his smell, and even his flavor and that of his armor as the beast flicked its tongue on the air.
Then, curling his teeth, it said, with a deep, non-human, but distinctly male, voice:
“Who is the foolish, insolent human that invades the lair of the dragon Frithi, the Eternal Fire?”
The human’s hands tightened the grip on his weapons even more as the beast spoke. He had come hoping to be able to approach the dragon and give a lethal wound before he even woke up, but ready for the creature to notice his presence before he had this chance. So, he spoke with no fear:
“My name is Hitch the Strong! Anointed dragon hunter of the Order of the Crown! And I’ve come to slay you!”
The dragon growled, getting to his feet over his pile of gold and unfurling his wings, letting the human take in how much bigger he was.
“Do you truly think you can threaten me, little mouse?” He growled, his tongue flickering more, “Your scent tastes familiar. Have we met before?”
“You once burned my village!” Hitch said, “I had to watch as my father succumbed to your flames! I have come here to avenge him! I shall carve your heart out of your chest and take it to my father’s grave as a tribute to him! Now, face me, beast!”
Any common man would have been slain instantly by the dragon. However, this man, who prepared himself for this since the day his village was destroyed, even going as far as to join the greatest dragon-hunting guild of the continent and go through their grueling and brutal, nearly inhumane, training methods, was no common man, but any means. He had been prepared to be able to take on dragons.
As such, he managed to hold his own against the terrible Frithi better than many others, as he continued to fight when others would have been crushed, tore apart, burned and chewed to death.
However, just like Hitch was more than the average man, so Frithi was more than the average dragon. There was a reason why even the elders of his own guild advised him against trying to go against such a powerful dragon on his own. And Hitch, like a fool, ignored them.
And, just as they expected, he was overwhelmed.
His shield and sword were shattered. His armor was slashed out of his body with swipes of claws. His body was bruised and slightly charred by the attacks of his opponent. And, in the end, he could hardly even stand, laying prone on his back on the cold stone floor of the cave, as the dragon towered over him.
“Is that the best the Order of the Crown has to offer against me?” Frithi demanded as he looked down on the knight. “Truly disappointing.”
“Enough rubbing it in, foul beast!” Hitch demanded. “Just devour me and get this over with!”
“Hmmmm...” The dragon approached and flicked his tongue over the human once more. “No.”
This was not something Hitch had been expecting.
“I have other plans for you...”
As the dragon said that, he approached a single claw from the human and, with precise movements, he tore his clothes off him, until all he was wearing was his underwear. And then, the dragon flicked his tongue all over him, not only tasting his scent, but actually running it over his body, leaving behind trails of saliva.
Is that monster tasting me? Having a little preview of what he will have next while tormenting me?
However, it soon became clear that the creature’s intentions were other. As he turned around... lifted his tail... and started to sit.
By the time Hitch realized what was happening, it was too late. He protested, but it all fell on deaf ears, as the dragon lowered his massive rump closer and closer to him.
“Do a good job, little mouse...” The dragon said, “And I might consider sparing your life...”
And then, Hitch saw himself with his whole face, quite literally, against a dragon’s asshole.
It stank. Although not on the way most people would expect. It was surprisingly clean back there. However, it still stank. It stank musky and rancid. Like the many reaps of dirty clothes to be washed back on the Order’s training quarters, as the apprentices left their sweaty garments, especially the intimate ones, to be cleaned so they could be worn again.
The smell was so intense that it nearly seemed like a miasma that clouded Hitch’s vision and formed clouds that choked him and burned his nose.
The worse part: Hitch loved it.
He had always loved that reeking, intense smell of man. So much that he would often bury his head on the heaps of sweaty underwear of the male dorms when no one else was looking and just basked on the masculine smell. And the musky smell of that dragon’s tailhole was deeper and richer than the smell of the other novices’ underwear ever were.
Enough to make the man’s dick become hard inside of his loincloth against his will.
“What are you waiting for, little mouse?” The dragon asked, sounding impatient. “Put yourself to work! Prove to me you deserve to be spared!”
It took Hitch a few moments to realize what the dragon wanted. Once he did, he tried to resist, to deny it. However, that overwhelming smell of musk was too much for it. It triggered something on his brain that made it impossible for him to resist.
So, with his face burning with shame for knowing that he was not only doing this with a dragon, a beast of the same caliber as any other animal, but to the very same dragon who killed his father, the human started to service that huge tailhole, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue into it. The tailhole took his entire face, and the human found it easy to lick every corner of it, tasting that rich musky flavor that made his dick throb and leak inside of his underwear.
The dragon murred in approval as he was serviced by the much smaller human. He felt that small tongue running across his tailhole, and the feeling was exquisite. Soon, the dragon’s own member, massive even when compared to the rest of his species, slid off his slit and started to leak and throb. Especially as the human, drove into action by his primal instincts, triggered by the powerful smell of the dragon’s musk, reached with his hands and started spreading that asshole, shoving his head even deeper in there so he could lick even further, his dick throbbing as hard as the dragon’s as he could not help but moan as he continued.
The two of them let out their own sounds of pleasure as this continued, they both feeling elated (coupled with mortification and shame, in Hitch’s case), as their pleasure and excitement grew with each passing minute.
The dragon let out a massive roar that left Hitch’s ears ringing as he came, spilling his load all over the floor and over his own hoard in thick jets. Meanwhile, hitch also came, spilling his load all inside of his underwear as his shivered under the dragon, being brought to orgasm merely by the smell and taste of the dragon’s musk, without a single touch to his manhood.
And, once his orgasm was over, and the dragon’s massive arse lifted from him to allow him to breathe the clear air, his brain slowly realized what he just did. That he pleasured the very creature he came to kill in order to avenge his father. And that he orgasmed while doing so.
At that moment, Hitch wanted the dragon to devour him slowly. He wanted the beast to take his time chewing him so he could suffer enough for the pain to overshadow his own shame.
However, it would not be as easy.
“You are quite good at this, little mouse. I have not orgasmed like that in centuries. I will definitely be keeping you.” The dragon said as he ran his tongue over the human’s body in a way that was nearly affectionate.
“I have always wanted a pet...”