Dragon's plaything (terken and SilverRose)

[terken]

Skurn's swept the landscape below with a keen eye as he circled above, his spread wings catching the breeze. It would not be long now, and he could already feel the lustful anticipation building in his loins. He was a wyrm of the darkest red, somewhat small for his sixty-five years; he was barely larger than an ogre. But already battle-scarred from many fights.

"Your most beautiful woman," he had told the villagers. "Once every other new moon. Or I burn your homes to the ground."

Doubtless they thought he would eat her. But Skurn had other plans. His fellow wyrms would laugh at this, but he had never considered human or demi-human flesh all that palatable. It didn't compare to beef or pork, and quiet frankly, he found it...impolite to eat something you could talk to.

Besides, there other pleasures to be found among women of other species. There was something about their frail but supple bodies that Skurn found incredibly enticing. So he circled above the ground and continued to wait.

 

[SilverRose]

The most beautiful girl in the village.

That was the order the villagers had been given. To turn over the most beautiful girl to the dragon. There was little doubt in the village who that girl was, but the idea of sacrificing her, or any other girl for that matter, just didn't sit right with the towns people. Most found the whole idea deplorable, how could they live with themselves if they handed on of their own daughters over to a monster? A monster, who they assumed, would kill her the moment she fell into it clutches. Plus the problem wouldn't end there, a new girl would have to be sacrificed the following moon, and more every month until there were none left.

"We will have to fight eventually!" one brave man exclaimed. "We should do so not, before any of our women are taken."

Everyone gathered in the village center agreed with this, but in the end, they all realized, with the new moon only a day away, it would be impossible to mount an efficient attack on such short notice. They would need at least a month.

Having heard all this, standing at the front of the assembly in a modest white dress, her long brown hair cascading down her back to just above her butt, an eighteen year old girl cleared her throat and looked into the crowd of elders and the heads of each family in the village. This was the very girl they had all been thinking of when the dragon had first demanded it's sacrifice.

"I will volunteer," the girl nervously stated. And she was quite nervous. Though what she was doing was nobel and brave, and the girl had thought long and hard for the last few days since the dragon had visited her tiny village, she was still scared. But it seemed to make the most sense. She was a beautiful girl. In fact, of all the women, young and old, she was the most beautiful. She was also an orphan. No mother or father, or relative of any kind would be left to mourn her.

A heated discussion sent an uproar through the crowd. After much debate, and a promise that she would be the only sacrifice until they could mount a proper attack, it was decided that it had fallen upon this orphan girl named Belle, to become the sacrificial virgin that would be presented to the dragon on the following day.


((lol... what better name right? hahaha))

 

[terken]

OOC: (LOL! Just for that, he's going to take her oh soooo hard!......I advanced us so that he gets his first sight of her.)

Skurn was becoming impatient. He gave serious thought to doing a fly-by and torching a hut when they came into view. Several villagers were dragging a beautiful, brown-haired girl into view, her hands tied behind her with ropes. The dragon licked his chops, catching her scent in the breeze. He smelled a beguiling mix of innocence, bravery and fatalism that excited him to no end.

The wyrm swooped lower, so that he was in plain view of the humans, his scales and muscles rippling in the sun. He opened his jaws and let his voice reverberate across the plains.

"You've done well. Now leave her to me, as we have agreed."

It was gratifying to see the villagers take off, leaving the girl alone near some rocks.

 

[SilverRose]

( hahah fun! )

Belle was trembling as she approached the dragon's lair with the other villagers. The closer they got the harder it was for her to move her legs. They felt heavy and wobbly. But she reminded herself that she, and no one else, had volunteered herself for this. Focusing her mind on the rope and how it ate into her flesh, and the sharp, pointed rocks on the road that dug into the bottom of her shoes, she was better able to forget about what was going on. In the back of her mind, however, Belle couldn't forget what she was there for. She was going to die.

"You've done well. Now leave her to me, as we have agreed."

The villagers ran away almost as soon as the dragon spoke, leaving Belle alone to meet her fate. She was terrified, but refused to back away. She had decided on this and would not cower away from it.

 

[terken]

Skurn grinned toothily, circled about twice more, then landed with a thump that made the ground around the girl shudder. He paced about her in a wide circle, his fiery eyes gleaming with lust, as his gaze wandered all over her body. Oh yes, she would do nicely. He would rut this one into the ground till she was spent with exhaustion. His imagination was running wild with all the things he would do to her.

The wyrm padded closer, letting his breath blow roughly over the girl. It sent her long brown her splaying into the air-- and lifted her modest white dress slightly, revealing a tantalizing bit of skin.

"Very nice," Skurn rumbled. His long forked tongue snaked out, to lightly dab at the beautiful girl's cheek. "Very nice indeed. What is your name, girl? And are you a virgin?"

Perhaps not the sort of thing you asked a meal. But she wasn't meant to be his meal.

 

[SilverRose]

"Belle" the girl whispered, falling to her knees when the dragon's tongue touched her cheek. Her legs just couldn't keep her up any longer.

The second question was a bit puzzling to Belle. Why would a dragon care if she were a virgin or not? It dawned on her after a moment that perhaps it was much like the legends of old, where gods asked for virgins to be sacrificed to them, believing only those who where pure were worthy of being given to the gods.

For certain, Belle had never known the touch of a man, but she was far from truly innocent. She had learned early on the pleasures of touching herself, and had actually become quite addicted to the pleasures of her body. Still, her virginity was in tact, and she hoped that was all that the dragon really cared for, for whatever his reasons were.

"Yes." Belle spoke at last, still trembling in fear, but she forced herself to look up and stare into the dragon's eyes as she spoke.