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“It will be easy”, they said. “You’ll be in no danger,”, they said. “The dragon will be out hunting during the day, his nest completely unguarded!”. Those folks in the Adventurers’ Guild are so sure of themselves, think they know everything. But they don’t. Not really. They should really give better advice, though …

To be fair, the nest was empty when I found it. I’d spent the whole journey through the cave system on edge, worried that the dragon might be around after all, or that he’d hear my battles with the cave denizens, and come to defend his lair. That any moment I’d see him racing down the tunnels, feel the wind of his passing, hear his roar, feel his flames. But there was nothing, save a few bats, ogres, and worried kobolds. The dragon clearly didn’t tolerate larger creatures near his lair. Or else he fed on those nearby. I wasn’t sure.

But at last I reached the nest. The first time I’ve ever set eyes on one. It wasn’t what I thought, somehow.

It really reminded me of a bird’s nest, but much larger in scale. It was constructed in a wide, almost circular cavern at the natural end of a tunnel. The ground was thickly covered with dried grass, flowers, and what looked like hay, along with some hair and feathers, and the odd scale. Packed against the sides were bundles of the same. Maybe for cleaning? I wasn’t sure. I cast my eyes around for treasure, since every adventurer knows that dragons and treasure come hand in hand. I couldn’t see any at first. But as I looked, confused that there weren’t high piles of golden plates and crowns, I saw a faint glimmer in the straw. It seemed the dragon hid his treasure within these bales, mostly those at the very back of the cave. Interesting. It reminded me of the hoarding nature of magpies.

I stood still, consciously, and listened, right to the edge of my perception. But there was nothing. And so I started across the nest, towards those valuable bales.

The nest floor was spongy, light. Comfortable to walk on. The stalks compressed under my feet. And they let off a fragrance. The smell grew steadily stronger, the closer I get to the centre of the lair. It smelt … it smelt like a beast. Dense, thick, almost like unwashed fur, like grass after the rain. But more than that. Underneath it all was a headiness, like fine, thick wine. Like dark syrup. It was darkly, beautifully, gloriously male.

There was something almost intoxicating about that smell, so thick was it at the centre of the nest. It pulled on me. I just couldn’t help myself. The bales forgotten, I knelt down in the thick straw, and drank in the full scent. It was beautiful. I realised too late that there must have been something hormonal in that smell. Too late, because hormones of my own were responding. I felt myself shaking, my skin electric, my groin struggling, pushing for release.

I cast aside my armour, let myself loose. I was already hard, my tip wet. I rolled in the straw, bathing myself in the glorious scent of this great creature. And that only made me more excited.

I found myself on my back, eyes glazed, wondering at the dark shape at the entrance to the nest. A … dark …

My eyes focused on the dragon, standing at the entrance to his lair, staring at me. I should have been scared, panicked, struggling for my weapons, my armour. But I just couldn’t. I smiled at him, inanely, as pre dribbled down my cock, standing proud in the cold air.

Oddly, the dragon didn’t attack. It didn’t seem cross. It just … smiled. And it licked its lips. It was then that I noticed the direction of its gaze. On my cock. On my …

Oh dear.

The dragon moved towards me, slowly, eyes never leaving me. And as he moved, I noticed movement from between his hind-legs. Slowly, graciously, a shape formed there, pushing out from his groin. His penis, black, tapered, shining. And –

It was very large. What was he … ? Could I even … ?

I didn’t have much time to wonder. For as he moved nearer, the smell intensified. And I found myself drifting further into blissful stupor. The dragon loomed over me, huge, his forelimbs nearly over my shoulders. His penis was almost the length of my forearm. His chest itself was beautiful, towering over me like another cavern roof. He smiled again, and I felt claws on my legs. He was lifting me. I …

Blood pulsed in my cock. I could barely take this.

But it seemed like that was what the dragon wanted. For he raised my ass to the tip of that enormous penis, so small there, but so … thick further back along his length. He smiled at me again, felt for my entrance, and waited there for a long moment. And then he thrusted. Long, hard, slowly, pushing me as I had never been pushed before.

And I was lost …