Lianda and the terrible Cave Wyrm
Or
“How I quit worrying and learned to lust the Dragon”

Lianda was a ward of her Grandmother, her parents having perished some years earlier, in sad but predictable circumstances, Lianda’s father not being the sharpest of men, and a terrible carpenter to boot. So it was no surprise when Lianda’s Grandmother had hobbled into the town, the infant in arms, with tales of dramatically collapsing houses. Such is life.
Now Lianda’s Gran was generally regarded as being somewhat odd, and would have been burned as a witch, which is the fate reserved for madly gibbering old ladies in those times, but the villagers felt she was more entertaining than a big bonfire, so she remained, until the day she passed away from old age, still mumbling about longer nails and extra joists.
Lianda, it is sad to say, was passed from home to home, never settling. Although not mistreated, she was never accepted as a young girl, and in later years as she began to fill out was ostracised by the other girls for her strange mannerisms and because they envied her full bosoms.
These last assets, and her voluptuous figure (she had learned to cook well, and consequently had not the angled figures of some of her counterparts) should have made her a hit during the long summer nights with the village bucks. Randy as they were, and vigilant as the shepherds were, they were dancing pent up puppets of testosterone, and would have made sure Lianda would not have seen out her 16th year a virgin…
Unfortunately, Lianda was having none of it. Her poor demented, departed dear of a Grandmother (Remember her?) had odd thoughts on the subject of sex, and had not believed in it before or indeed, after marriage, and had not Lianda’s Grandfather been the brains of the family and handy with the brandy, Lianda’s family tree would have stopped quite short.
So consequently, poor Lianda was completely non-plussed with the advanced of the young men, who rapidly decided she was frigid and possibly a witch, although a witch with nice tits, who was defiantly worth watching in the bath through the small hole in the wall.
Efforts to remedy this situation by Iolan, one of the more perceptive and caring village women had repeatedly gone astray. Iolan, not being the most eloquent of women had taken Lianda to see the cows being serviced as an intro into the subject and then had spent the afternoon with the now thoroughly confused Lianda trying to explain that bulls were not necessary for the production of the village children, and it would be quite foolhardy to experiment with this notion.
So Lianda grew up a fine upstanding virgin, occasionally tormented by heated dreams of pastures which resulted in her doing a lot more laundry of the bed linen than she’d have liked, never understanding why her knickers were being put into such peril when she caught site of the lads washing in the river.

Then the Dragon moved in.

In the rocky hills above the village were many dry caves, and on the grassy slopes below the caves were many short cropped meadows full of plump sheep – an ideal situation for a small to medium Dragon, and so one eventually moved in and started making inroads into the local ovine population.

This put quite a spin into daily life, what with the villagers ducking every time a crow flew overhead.
Now at this time, Lianda was living and working the kitchen of the village hall, in her voluminously pocketed apron, when her would be educator Iolan cruised in. Lianda presumed Iolan had come for a natter and a plate of whatever was around. Stopping the stoneware bottle of thick vegetable oils and dropping it into her pocket, went to see to her visitor.
Iolan was by no means old at a mere five or six years Lianda’s senior, and had a slightly steamy reputation amongst some of the older village girls.
Iolan embraced Lianda, which Lianda returned abruptly, not used to being hugged much.
Iolan smiled and held her close, and smiled warmly –“Well Lianda, you have grown into a big girl, haven’t you” she purred.
Lianda was non-plussed, and wondered at this strange behaviour from her friend, who was still holding her loosely, although not so loosely that their busts didn’t rub with each breast, sorry, breath.
Lianda started to feel a little flushed.
Iolan started rubbing Lianda’s back gently and leaned closer and spoke softly “Lianda, have you still not found yourself a lad to be with?” which given Lianda’s views about the role of men in life, flummoxed her somewhat. What would she do with a man? She supposed she could use a hand around the kitchen occasionally…
Lianda was now pressed against the kitchen table, and Iolan pressed against her which seemed a tad close given the size of the kitchen, and despite the warmth Lianda was feeling, she couldn’t help feel that Iolan was rubbing her hips against her a lot more than was explicable. Iolan surprised Lianda again by brining one of her hands up and cupping one of Lianda’s breasts, flicking a thumb over the cloth covered nipple, which started to crinkle in response.
Lianda gasped a little and stammered “What are you doing Iolan?” as she felt a tingle she had no name for.
Iolan licked her lips and massaged Lianda’s tit, rubbing the hard and proud nipple in slow spirals. “Maybe, you don’t want a man, is that the case?” she sighed.
Lianda felt she was on the verge of a new experience with Iolan, and was moving her own hand closer to stroking the other woman’s breast in an experimental manner, the tingle definitely telling her that she should be doing something to someone, when she was interrupted by a bang on the kitchen door.
Lianda started and Iolan glided across the floor to stand nonchalantly by the wall, as the door opened, and Rosrick, one of the Shepherd boys stomped in.
Iolan glided out, casting a glare a Rosrick, who was more fixated on Lianda, who’s top button was undone, showing considerable smooth cleavage. She gathered her shirt but didn’t immediately button it, her insides in turmoil, the cloth sliding over her sensitive nipple and a certain warmness around the loins suggesting she really ought to get some dry clothes before she caught cold… and yet… Rosrick managed, with a great effort of will to engage his brain and muttered that the village council had summoned her.
Closing her top much to Rosrick’s dismay, she followed him to the far end of the village where the council was stood.
Oddly, none of them would meet her eye as she walked up. The Council leader, cleared his throat uneasily.
“Lianda, you know we’ve got a dragon problem, and, well, the damn thing’s eating all the sheep…and the thing is, there’s traditional ways to deal with Dragons, and well… you aint got a man and we don’t reckon you’ll be married…”
Lianda blinked as she tried to piece the clues together, but was interrupted as a sack was thrust over her head and rope coiled around her arms. “Oh” she thought, “Now I remember…”
The Villagers took her up the hillside and untied her, keeping a tight hold on her, pulling off the sack. She blinked in the low sun’s light and saw the cave ahead of her. She opened her mouth to try and reason with the men, but was pushed into the cave, landing on her hands and knees. A rock bounced into the cave, followed by others – The men were chasing her deep into the cave by flinging stones! Stifling a sob, she scrambled into the cave to avoid the stones.
Time passed.
The sun went down, and Lianda moved deeper into the caves away from any possible stones, and the cool night air. Folding herself into a small space behind the rocks, she waited, scared, cold, and alone for either the sun or the Dragon.
The dawn light broke and gradually seeped into the cave, it’s dry and dusty floor catching the shadows, and Lianda awoke with a start. Amazed, she realised she’d not only failed to be eaten or mauled, but she’d fallen asleep. Maybe there was no Dragon – she could see no scorches and no chewed bones…
Moving deeper into the cave, she found dry wood, stored in previous years by shepherds, and set to making a fire with the tinderbox she kept in her apron. There was a spring by one wall; it’s small trickle filling a wide bowl like depression in the floor, before it meandered across the floor and out of the door.
Lianda resolved to drink and wash herself and her clothes and make for the nearest village away from hers – she did not feel much like returning to that bunch of sheep-shagging inbreeds, considering they’d tried feeding her to a (nonexistent) Dragon! It’s the thought that counts.
With the fire to one side, she stripped off, and started washing her clothing. As she folded her apron, the bottle of oil rolled out and she placed it out of harms way near the tinderbox close to the fire. She arranged all her clothes in a pile, and kneeling, she leaned forward and started rinsing her clothes through.
A breeze blew through the cave caressing her smooth skin, causing her skin to bump. The flames flickered as again the warm breeze blew over her. The pool was below the shelf of smooth rock, which Lianda knelt on as she bent down to soak her skirt, her curvaceous young rump in the air. Once again the warm breeze blew across her, and she spread her thighs a little to air herself. As she smoothed the skirt in the water, the breeze began blowing in small steady gusts, and Lianda wondered if a storm was coming.
She held the skirt still as she listened for thunder, and as the water steadied, the broken reflection in the water stilled.
Lianda shrieked! In the reflection she could see the Dragon right behind her. She froze with terror, expecting any minute to feel its teeth in her side! With wide eyes she saw it’s wide mouth open, its long pink tongue unfurl… it dipped it’s head.
And licked her thigh from above her knee hotly up between her legs, and drawing the slick tip between her thighs, scoring a direct hit on her pussy!
With a shriek, Lianda half fell, half leapt into the water! The freezing cold steam, splashing around her, chilling her skin, as she scrambled through it to the other side of the modest pool. Reaching the other side, she realised she was trapped! She sank down the wall facing the dragon. Surely now it had tasted her, it’d gobble her down! The red and gold firelight sparkling off its amber scales, the dragon, a creature the size of a cart horse with huge wings, stepped delicately through the water.
Its hot breath blew over Lianda’s skin as it moved closer. It stopped, inches away, and snuffled her curiously. It blinked. Lianda squeaked. It opened it’s mouth giving her another, closer view of it’s teeth. Lianda flinched. The Dragon licked her arm. The dragon nuzzled her a little and licked her again.
Through the fog of her fear, Lianda started to wonder if the Dragon was going to eat her at all?
The more she failed to be lunch, the more she relaxed – she started becoming a little more aware of things. The dragon was quite happily licking her arms and shoulder, and she reached out and hesitantly put a hand on its snout. The dragon blinked again and snuffled softly, nudging her hand up, and once again, unfurled its tongue, this time, rasping it over her breast. Lianda giggled at the warm wet touch, and tried to push the dragon away, but it pushed back harder, pushing her hands out of the way altogether. Lianda could only place both hands on the sides of its snout as it busied its tongue.
It ran it’s long tongue over the tops of her plump breasts, and down the side, across the top of her belly, but it wasn’t until it stroked that long hot member over her nipple, which was proud with the cold, did Lianda gasp!
As if in response, the Dragon did it again, rubbing it’s softly textured tongue over her nipple, rubbing it and warming it. Despite it’s new warming, her nipple refused to go down, and began to tingle, and Lianda moaned softly. The dragon, blew warm breath over her naked body, and began caressing her with its tongue, making Lianda shudder. She felt herself warm from within, and the molten heat, as it had done in the kitchen, started making itself known between her creamy thighs. Lianda didn’t care, lost in his new sensation, but the Dragon seemed to care, as it whuffled, and snorted! It buried its head between her legs and sniffed, deep breaths, blowing hot air over Lianda’s now wet pussy.
Lianda wished it would pay more attention to her top half, as she’s enjoyed the caresses. The Dragon though seemed more insistent on getting between her legs though!
Using its broad snout it pushed her legs apart, and once again, it’s tongue slid out, this time to cover Lianda’s slippy pussy. As it drew it’s tongue across her pussy lips, Lianda whimpered in ecstasy, and when the Dragon slid it’s hot tongue over her folds again, pressing the virgin lips wide, and laying open her pink flower, she gasped and quivered. The more the Dragon licked the more Lianda wanted it to lick… She caressed her own breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the taut nipples in time with the throbbing of her pussy. Shaking and moaning, she came, hot and wet, dripping with the dragon’s and her own wetness, she shook and gasped.
As she regained her breath, she opened her eyes, and saw that the dragon was standing above her, with an expression that looked strangely like …expectation?
She stroked its slippy snout, and looked into its golden hued eyes. The dragon tossed its head and resumed its stance. Looking away from its eyes, Lianda saw that the dragon had a long pink erection sprouting from between it’s thighs. As the Dragont moved, it bobbed and waved in the light, captivating Lianda.
She looked at this huge organ, fully a meter long, almost as thick as her wrist at the tip and considerably broader at the base. It glistened in the firelight, and swayed. Lianda wondered what the Dragon would do if she touched it. The Dragon shifted, and she crawled slowly under its chest, one hand on it’s warm scales, and reached out. She touched the dragon’s tool lightly, and it bobbed in response.
Taking it with one hand, she ran her fingers over it… It was hot to the touch, and slippy. Placing one hand between her legs, she touched her still wet pussy – it was slippy and hot the same way. As she ran her hand over the dragon’s enormous member, the Dragon sighed.
The dragon had seemed keen to lick her - maybe she should return the favour? Gingerly she stuck her tongue out and touched it to the shaft of the huge cock. It had a slightly salty, warm taste. She essayed another lick, longer this time, and the Dragon groaned, apparently enjoying itself. She caressed the cock and licked it, moving from the middle to the end, where the shaft swelled into a sleek rounded tip, cleft not unlike a peach. When she licked this, the dragon sighed deeply, and seemed happy enough to let her continue. Lianda started licking and kissing the head, and essayed a few sucks. The Dragon began to purr deeply, a rumble she could feel in her bones, and Lianda began concentrating her efforts on stroking the thick shaft as she sucked the tip.
“I bet the bulls don’t get this from the cows!” she thought as she ran her tongue over the cleft of the dragon’s head.
Her tongue was suddenly covered in a sweet/salt taste, and she drew away and looked at the cock head in her hands. A thick creamy thread hung from the Dragon’s cock to her chin, and as she watched another large slick drop oozed out of the Dragon’s dick.
Lianda watched this with interest, but then she remembered her trip to the paddock – maybe it was to help the dragon slide into a Dragoness? Dragonette? Looking at the massive cock she held, she knew that she could not take it, and the Dragon had started swaying his hips back and forth – he must want to mount her!
She began to panic. If she didn’t let the Dragon mount, maybe it would eat her after all! But…
The Dragon’s erection bobbed, and the pre-cum dripped onto Lianda's breast as she thought and stroked the monster’s monster. She wiped at the slippy pre-cum, and it smeared over her tit, and she rubbed her slippy fingers over her nipple…Maybe there was a way for her to be mounted without hurting herself!
She crouched under the dragon, and holding it’s pecker down, Slid her bottom over the tip, feeding it between her plump thighs, using it’s natural slippyness to guide it over her belly. She backed up until the shaft of the cock was tight to her, spreading and pushing her pussy lips wide, the Dragon’s own lube squelching as she moved. The dragon’s cock curved up, and she held it to her as her voluptuous breasts dangled down either side of the shaft, the head, trailing lines of slippy pre-cum to her cleavage. Experimentally she bent her head and licked the top of the cockhead, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the dragon, who’s thick pole now partially supported her. She eased forwards, her pussy dragging and running over the thickness that split it, making her tingle again, the dragon’s tool disappearing between her breasts, which she held together.
The dragon groaned and sighed, and Lianda felt more hot juices flowing from the cock. She slid back again, the dragon’s shaft lancing out and into her waiting mouth where she licked and sucked. She felt like panting now as each time she moved over the Dragon’s tool, it rubbed here virgin clitoris, spreading the folds of her pink rose, rubbing against her unblemished breasts. As she rode the dragon, she rubbed her nipples, and licked the dragon’s head as it slid from between the valley of her cleavage.
She felt lost in a world of new sensation under the great amber creature, grinding herself to climax and spreading herself beneath it’s weight.
The Dragon began panting and thrusting it’s hips, causing the thick shaft to pound into Lianda’s delicate pussy, and her tits to sway. As she moaned in pleasure, feeling another climax approaching, she felt the cock clamped between her thighs swell and start to pulse, and a new heat rushed between her breasts!
Fitting her hot mouth to the tip of the cock head, she sucked and probed, and suddenly her mouth was filled with hot salty jism! As her second orgasm, took her, she slid forward, over the tool, which jerked and spasmed, covering her in hot cum, splashing over her tits and belly and running between her thighs! Cupping her hands she collected a pool and let it slowly ooze through her fingers, and as she lay down on the dust, she stroked her slippy body, revelling in the hot juices trickling from between her breasts and thighs. Whatever this Dragon was, it was not interested in her as lunch…

What happens next? Does the Dragon call out for Pizza? Does Lianda settle down and start a porn business? Will she do something really hot and kinky with the Dragon and that bottle of Oil?
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