The Dragons Pet
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Victoria rode up the mountains with her royal escort, a gold cart behind her, and twelve armored guards on her right and left. Her father, the king of the realm of Ator, had sent her to negotiate terms with a new resident to the region.
“Guard, are we sure the beast settled in this range?” Victoria asked.
“Yes, your Majesty. The Dragons nest should be just around the bend.” Victoria was not particularly pleased to hear they were close to their goal. The Dragon was spotted flying on the mountain border of the realm, and Victoria was chosen to negotiate with the beast. She decided on her most regal garb for the meeting, a revealing red dress with gold trims that matched her fiery ginger hair and a purple sash with the emblem of her kingdom on it, a golden dove. In truth, she was envious of her guard’s heavy armor. If the Dragon decided to be hostile, they would have a better chance of getting out alive. The company then came upon a cave entrance. It looked forcibly expanded, and the smell of smoke and brimstone emanated from the massive three stories tall hole.
“Hold.” The guards followed the princess’s orders, halting their advance but took tactical positions around the cave entrance. Little good it would do if the beast settled on making them a meal. “DRAGON! I AM PRINCESS VICTORY DALMOT! IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER THE KING, I HAVE COME TO TALK TERMS!” She did not need to wait long for a response. The ground rumbled, and fear gripped the hearts of all present as the monster’s visage emerged from the cave-turned tunnel. The Dragon was only just small enough to exit its lair. The green beast towered over the thirteen humans no larger than dolls. The heat that resonated just from standing before the titanic creature of myth was almost overwhelming, hinting at the inferno that resided within, waiting to be vomited from the creature’s maw.
“Good greetings, princess of Ator.” The Dragon spoke. Something its fearsome elongated mouth toothed both within and without looked incapable of. “My name would be difficult for your tongues, so simply know me as Patriarch. Now, speak your terms, and I will say mine.”
“G-Guard…” Victoria said, doing her best not to appear weak before the terror looming over her in front of her subordinates. “Read the scroll. Don’t keep him waiting.” One of the guards then rode up next to his princess and began to read aloud the terms of their king.
“The Lord and master of Altor, King Ruthard Dalmot III, welcomes you, mighty Dragon! The king offers you three things in exchange for not taking out your wrath on his most noble Majesty’s realm. His eternal friendship and support, a cart filled with treasure most fine…” The guard took a deep gulp before continuing. “…And his eldest daughter to have as you please.”
“What!?” Victoria yelled. She yanked the scroll from the guard’s hands. Rage filled her as she read the words the guard just spoke. She had been tricked into unknowingly sacrificing herself to a monster.
“Ha ha ha ha!” Patriarch laughed hard. “No one told you, did they!? How amusing!” The beast laughed as Victoria weighed her options. If she turned her hours around and tried to run, her guards would stop her, and even if they didn’t, the beast would catch her. “I will accept your king’s gifts and offer another in return. The Griffins in these mountains mark it as rich in gold. So I will deal with the Griffins and scorch the ground where you should dig in exchange for half of all the gold excavated. Now, go give your king my offer. Shoo, be gone!” He ordered with a buff of fire to emphasize his command. The guards then turned and began to ride off, and Victoria could no longer contain her emotions. The hurt of being betrayed by her father, and the fear of the beast she was left at the mercy of, Victoria wept.
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It stank in the lair. It always stank. Victoria had thought she would have gotten used to it, but after a week of living as a monster’s pet, she still couldn’t quite get used to it. She was allowed to venture anywhere in the lair she wished and had claimed the chamber with a freshwater spring as her little area. Not having anything else to do with her time, Victoria attempted to begin fashioning new clothes from Griffin’s skin, feathers, and goat hide. Granted, she only really knew about tanning hide and dressmaking in theory and had quite a few skins rot on her, but she was genuinely making progress through trial and error. But her precious alone time was interrupted as quaking beneath her heralded the monster’s return.
“I don’t see my little pet waiting to greet me. Do you not want your dinner?” Victoria rolled her eyes as she made her way to the main entrance chamber. She was subjected to the ever-so-unpleasant sight of Patriarch skinning his kills.
“Forgive my absence, my Lord. I was caught up in my hobbies.” Victoria said through gritted teeth as she sat down in her designated spot and sang as the monster ate. She had to look away occasionally during the meal, her master being a messy eater. This was her life now, entertaining an inhuman monster to not end up in its belly. It was enough to make her cry most nights.
“I hope you appreciate the trouble I go through skinning my meals,” Patriarch growled out between chomps of meat and bone. “I still do not understand the human fascination with clothing.”
“As I have explained, we get cold easily.”
"Yet you could just light fires.
“We can’t carry fire around with us where ever we go, my Lord.”
“A blatant lie; you have those firesticks. What were they called torches?”
“That would be impractical when clothing would be simpler and easier.” Victoria could no longer hold back the annoyance in her response. Earning a fiery huff that was only a few inches off from burning her.
“Whatever, come clean my teeth, then you can have your meal.” The former princess then let out a huff of her own, getting undressed down to her underclothes before getting close to the slimy maw of the beast. She started with the front teeth. Her owner always got bits of bones or flesh caught in his inner row of teeth, and Victoria was his designated toothpick. “Now, the back teeth, be quick about it.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Victoria said with an exasperated sigh. Patriarch had two kinds of teeth. The front teeth were meant to tear and shred food, while the back teeth behind his cheeks were meant for chewing. Victoria could easily clean the front teeth, but she would have to crawl into the Dragon’s mouth to get at the back ones. The human toothpick removed her underwear and then moved on all fours into the monster’s open mouth. She choked and coughed on the stink of sulfur and rotten meat assaulted her nose with every breath the beast made. Victoria trembled as she looked down the gullet of Patriarch, the inside of his maw inducing claustrophobia, thick slimy saliva dripping onto her back, and his outer teeth disturbingly resembling prison bars from her vantage point.
“I’m finished. Time to get the hell out of he-” The monstrous mouth then closed around her. And before she could even question what was going on, Victoria was pressed against the roof of Patriarch’s mouth. Was this it, was he finally tired of her? The thoughts swirled inside of her head as her entire form was rubbed and tasted, crown to tows, chest, and crotch. No part of her was unmolested. She screamed and cried as she was rolled around, her owner taking his time to savor and suckle every inch of the body of the frightened maiden. But just as quickly as it started, Victoria was violently spat out of the Dragons mouth. Her spit-covered body shivered from cold and trembled in fear. She quickly turned to face her owner, cowering before the beast that so roughly played with her mear moments ago.
“I’ve been holding back from that for a while now.” Patriarch chuckled as he licked what passed for his lips. “But now, I think we will add that to our nightly routine. Now, eat up. And clean yourself off before coming to sleep.” The cruel beast stomped off, leaving Victoria to cry alone. An act that had become a habit.
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The air was unbearably cold, even with the thick fur covering Victoria’s body. It had been three months since minors settled in the mountains from Ator. And now, Patriarch was flying to the most developed of the settlements to collect his tribute. Victoria convinced him to take her and many of the furs with them, not so gently dropping her and them as he landed.
“Be quick with whatever it is you want to do here. I don’t intend to linger here longer than needed.” His pet maiden grumbled as she collected up the furs and walked off. She looked for a promising tailor, but all she could find was what looked like a hastily put-together shack with many crowns working on sewing and laundry. But it was all she could realistically expect from such a new settlement.
“Hail, wise women.” Victoria greeted as she approached, gaining the attention of two elders. “I would ask you to fashion new garments for me from this material.”
“You certainly look like you need it.” One of the old women said, looking the princess over. Her once regal garb was now little less than tattered rags that bearly served to keep her modest.
“Now, don’t be so rude, you walking husk!” Said the one-eyed crown to the other’s left. “Her majesty has enough to deal with aside from being belittled by a half-blind ninny.”
“I was hoping that I would not be recognized in this disheveled state.”
“Don’t look like many have.” The one-eyed crown said as she looked around. “Better come inside so we can take your measurements.”
“And put some food in that belly. Ain’t that brut been feeding you, girl!?”
“I’ve only been given his scraps, and he leaves very little.” Victoria refrained from saying much more after that. Not that it stopped the old ladies from trying to get something out of her. All of the questions were focused on the quality of her living conditions. Did she have access to fresh water? Was she forced into labor? Things of that nature. It had felt like a century since anyone talked as if they genuinely cared for her well-being. Even before she was sacrificed to the Dragon, most only cared about her keeping in shape to appeal to suiters, not so much about truly caring for her. Depressingly, it made the captive princess happy.
“You’ll make it through this, girl.” The particularly chatty of the two crowns caring for her said while getting to work on the new dress. “I was given to an Etten in exchange for him not eating all my family’s livestock. Though I suppose I had it easier than you. Believe it or not, one head was a sweetie, and the other was a sexist horny pig. I still kinda miss Hurbert. I sometimes wonder how things could have gone if he was human.”
“How did you manage to escape?”
“He got sick with something and died. I took everything I could sell off and-”
“PET! TIME TO LEAVE!” Patriarch roared at the top of his lungs. But as Victoria was about to head out, her hand was grabbed by the old lady.
“We could hide you, try to distract him while you escaped.” The former princess only considered it briefly but then shook her head.
“He would destroy this place looking for me. And when he finds me, I would wish for death before he was done.”
“Shame.” The old crown said with a sigh. “Well, we should have a nice fur dress or two done by the time you return, your Majesty.”
“Just Victoria will do. On that note, I didn’t get your names.” The red-haired beauty blushed as she spoke. Feeling rather embarrassed.
“Names Helga and the cyclops is Magdalen.”
“Goodbye, and thank you, Helga.” The younger of the two then returned to the Dragon. Being unceremoniously picked up and dropped into the massive sack of gold.
“Next time, don’t doddle,” Patriarch said as he took to the sky.
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Victoria rode on her horse for hours, though not the hours she came to the cave on almost a year ago; Rose was a magnificent steed. Patriarch had given her permission to leave the lair for recreational reasons, not out of compassion. He just didn’t want his pet to commit suicide out of depression. She wore the fur dress Magdalen and Helga made her. It gave her a barbarian look that she found rather appealing. They even put the Griffin feathers on her collar and shoulders to give her a more regal visage. Victoria dreaded returning to the lair but knew the consequences of being out too long and didn’t want to risk it. The cave was well carved out by then, with all the grandeur of a dwarven hold but with the grim sensibilities of a wicked beast. And speaking of beast, Patriarch was in a foul mood, even more than usual. When she entered the treasure horde slash bedroom, Victoria found her owner blasting the ceiling with fire as he roared.
“Dose something trouble you, my Lord.” She said in a rather deadpan tone. Her owner’s monstrous display would have terrified her when she first arrived. But she was more than accustomed to his petulant fits by then.
“A BLIND DEFF COMATOSE FOOL WOULD SEE THAT SOMETHING IS TROUBLING ME!?” Patriarch roared as he slammed a scaled claw down next to her, bearly missing Victoria with it. Then preceded to loom over her, snarling with a mouth full of flames. But his pet princess was unimpressed. Honestly, after all she had seen him do unprovoked, it would take a truly evil act to raise an eyebrow.
“Would your Lordship like to discuss your problem, or should I leave you to your tantrum?” The mighty beast of myth looked as if it would roast her alive. But then only huffed and went to lay down on his ill-earned pile of gold.
“Come scratch my brow, pet!” Patriarch grumbled out, and Victoria did as he commanded. Climbing on top of his head and beginning to scratch with both her hands. “I don’t get it. I’m sitting atop a literal gold mine, yet no one has begged to be my mate.”
“Truly a mystery,” Victoria said in her usual less than enthusiastic way she spoke when talking with her owner.
“I mean, I’m confident, I’m strong, I have enough gold to fill three hordes. So what am I missing!?” The Dragon snarled, a small stream of fire coming from his maw as she spoke.
“Perhaps you haven’t met the right woman who can appreciate your unique personality.”
“Are you mocking me, pet!?”
“You know what, what if I am!?” The beast tilted his head, forcing Victoria to slide off and land before the now much angrier monster.
“Are you trying to die, bitch!?”
“Do your worst. You overgrown newt! I can’t stand dealing with you’re irrational outbursts anymore!” She was sure she would be roasted alive, skinned, or stabbed and left to bleed out. Patriarch was far too proud and cruel a creature to allow her insults to go unpunished. Victoria was sure the last thing she would see was the horrid maw of the horrible beast, but she was soon surprised when she was grabbed up, and not being crushed. The monster then rolled onto his back, and placed her on his lower belly. The heat of the furnace inside being so close was almost enough to distract from what soon emerged from the beast’s genital sheath. Shadowing the gobsmacked Victoria was a titanic penis as thick as a tree and more than twice her size. “You have got to be kidding me!”
“You think mocking me while being pent up is funny, right? Well, now you get to deal with it!” Victoria was about to give a retort, but she had pushed her luck enough already. She took her time stripping, not wanting to get the stink of the bastard on her nice clothes. Like the rest of the Dragon’s tender parts, the tree-sized manhood was too hot to touch comfortably, but touch it she had to. So she placed a hand on either side of the massive thing and rubbed it up and down. But from the snarling behind her, she wasn’t doing that good a job. “Press harder, pet!”
“There is only so much I can do, my Lord.” The thoroughly humiliated princess said as she glared at the beast over her shoulder. “Perhaps my Lord could do this himself.” Patriarch looked like he was about to scold her, but then a wicked smile crept across his maw.
“You know what, your right…” He then grabbed Victoria up, bringing her to his maw and licking her from crown to crotch. Then just as quickly moved his claws back down to his dick, pleasing himself while pressing the poor maiden to the vile cock. Victoria started to get dizzy, the heat of the throbbing thing, the pressure of the grip, and by the gods, the smell, it was getting to be too much. “This is a good start, but I think I can think of a far more fitting punishment!” The friction then began to speed up, the throbbing more intense. But right before he burst, he moved the princess up to the tip and pressed her lower half down onto it just as it came.
“AAAAAAAAAAA!” Victoria screamed in agony. The Draconic jizz felt like liquid fire being sprayed between her legs, and the worst part, she could feel the burning inside of her. The vile monster holding her then began to laugh as he rubbed his victim into the puddle of cum on his belly. “Mercy, Lord, mercy! It burns, please, mercy!”
“Mercy?” Patriarch chuckled. “What mercy should one show their cum rage?” The beast then began to laugh hard. Tossing the violated princess to the other side of the cave, leaving her to writhe in agony while he used her clothes to clean himself up.
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Victoria was thoroughly broken. Two years into her captivity, and she crawled all over her captor’s monstrously sized dick.
“Keep it up, pet…” Patriarch panted. “I’m close…”
“Yes, my Lord!” The poor woman moaned out. Rubbing her whole body up and down the mighty shaft as she licked and kissed at it. Her efforts soon paid off; Ribbon after ribbon of semen erupted from the cock bigger than her entire body.
“You did well, pet. Now go wash off. I won’t have you stink up the lair.”
“Yes, my Lord,” Victoria said as she rushed off to the freshwater spring. And as soon as she cleaned off, she heard rustling from a bundle of furs. “Oh, awake are we?” Victoria said as she plucked the one thing that was indeed hers and held it close. Her beloved son wiggled in her grasp. Dravick was at the age he liked to explore the lair, and if not for Patriarch making it clear that he would take no care not to step on him, she might have let him.
“RAAAWWWWW!” She recognized the roar of her master, and from the sound of it, he was in pitched battle.
“Be quiet little one. We don’t know what is happening.” Victoria said as sweetly as she could, calming her child as the sound of battle picked up. And with a thunderous sound, all went silent, aside from the footsteps approaching.
“Is someone in here?” Said a voice, a man’s voice. And soon enough, the red-haired woman saw who it belonged to. A knight, in shining armor and everything, his blad slick with steaming blood. “Are you, princess Victoria Dalmot?”
“I am… And who might you be?” The knight then took what he thought was a heroic pose, but in truth, he looked rather silly.
“I am Danton Raliath! Wondering knight, slayer of the giant of Grim Pass, and now slayer of the Dragon Patriarch!”
“Dead!?” Victoria could hardly believe it. “Show me this instant!”
“R-Right this way.” She was then led outside the cave, and what she saw was a glorious sight. Her tormentor lying dead, her captor split open, her molester ruined and limp.
“It’s true…” She then started to cry. “It’s really true!” Tears of joy and laughter escaped Victoria, startling her child somewhat and making the poor boy cry. “It’s ok, Dravick! It’s ok for the first time in your-”
“By the gods, what is that thing!?” Screamed the knight. And most people would if they saw a baby covered in scales with wings and a tail.
“This is my child, Sir Danton. And I would have you speak softly in his presence.”
“Child!? That thing is an abomination! It must be dealt with!” The knight then reached to grab at the monstrous baby. And the creature’s mother reacted.
“NO!” She screamed as she shoved him. It took a few moments for Victoria to realize that she had sent the man tumbling down the cliff. “Oh, gods… What have I-” Her train of thought was cut off as Dravick started crying. “Shhh, it’s ok, my boy. It’s going to be ok.” Grimly, Victory gathered up as much of the gold as she could and ventured into the mountains. She had no idea what fate awaited her, but she knew her mission.
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@Mrgoblinging7 poor dragon, never got to work uo the courage to tell his oet he loved her. Why else would a grest dragon keep a pathetic human around
