Lianda and the Terrible Cave Wyrm III
Or
“Good Clean Fun and Frolics”
When she awoke again, she was alone in the cave, and at first she felt a stab of despair over the fading dream of the Dragon, until she saw the scuffed and stained floor where she and the dragon had lain. The fire had burned low, and her clothes were dry. Looking down she saw that she was clean, if a bit pink and tender, and was confused – had it been a dream?
She was interrupted from this small mystery by the sound of wings, and the light from the entrance to the cave was blotted out. The Dragon had returned, and Lianda went to greet it.
She peered around the side of the cave entrance, and it was indeed the dragon, which promptly spat a dead sheep at her. Lianda skipped back in surprise, and the Dragon walked forward and put a large paw on the sheep. It looked at her and then turned back to the sheep. It raised its paw, and silently Three huge hooked claws slid from it’s toes tips. The Dragon proceeded to dismantle the sheep, and Lianda was impressed at the economy and speed at which it accomplished this. When it had finished, it scuffed a leg of mutton across to Lianda. “Well” she thought “dinner as well, what a gentleman!” As she picked up the mutton she caught site of the dragon using it’s tongue to clean it’s paws and with a blush Lianda realised that when she’d fallen asleep, the Dragon had undoubtedly licked her clean!
She scampered back into the cave, still naked and set about putting more wood onto the fire , and setting up the mutton to roast. She wiped herself down with a handful of wet sand and sat to wait for the meat to cook. She felt hungry still, ravenous in fact, but felt obscurely that she couldn’t eat much without feeling full. Putting it down to spending the night in a cold cave she poured the oil onto the mutton to get it to crisp. Stopping the bottle she shrugged. What other possible use could she have put a bottle of oil to while she was stuck inside a cave with a randy dragon, after all? Considering the point, she blushed and giggled.
The dragon joined her, licking it’s snout carefully and settled once again by the fire, and as she waited, Lianda began talking to it.
“Don’t expect too much of that” she said, and the Dragon cocked it’s head quizzically. “I mean, I’m going to be sitting funny for a week after that!” Lianda said with a giggle, “And I don’t want to have to wash in that cold water too much…” The dragon blinked slowly. Lianda laughed and checked on the meat. Finding it done she knocked it from the fire with a stick and set down to eat it. After she had taken her fill, she offered the hot meat to the dragon, who sniffed it and gracefully and then, strangely daintily for a creature his size, ate it.
“Good mutton, hey?” Lianda said, from the pool where she was washing up. The Dragon blinked again, shrugged a little and said “Could have done with some mint sauce”
There was a moment of silence.
Lianda waved her arms, speechless for a moment and then shouted, “You can talk! Why didn’t you say something!?”
The Dragon shrugged. “Didn’t have much to say” he said. “And you didn’t say anything to me.”
Lianda sat down hard and glared with exasperation. “I thought you were going to eat me!” she accused.
The Dragon looked askance. “I rather thought I did” he said, somewhat cryptically. “I’m Lupilo, by the way, Human. I assume you’re from the village?”
Lianda nodded. “I’m Lianda. I uh… the… well, I’m er…” Lianda suddenly found she couldn’t articulate her situation. The people she had trusted, and spent her life with had thrown her out – more than thrown her out! They had thrown her into a cave, expecting her to be killed and eaten, not necessarily in that order… No matter that she was healthy and fed even…She burst into tears.
Lupilo whuffled softly and lumbered over, holding Lianda to him, crooning softly, and slowly, between sobs, Lianda told him all.
Lupilo, sighed and shook his great head. “It’s all prejudice, you know.” He said softly, “In the old days, a daughter of the town would be sent to negotiate, as a show of faith” Lupilo told Lianda. “She would be tied in a simple dress to show she was not carrying weapons, and we would take them in and negotiate with the town for the cost of any livestock killed.” Lupilo looked evasive.
Lianda looked up, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Is that what you thought I was doing here?” she said.
“Uh, well” Lupilo said, and coughed, “Thing is, when I came back and you were waving your rump at me…well I thought it was an invitation, and well, y’know… there aren’t as many of us around…and uh, it’s been a while…”
Lupilo cleared his throat and did a creditable impression of being extremely embarrassed. “Look, I’m sorry, OK? If I’d have known, I would never have…y’know?”
Lianda sat, with her mouth open in amazement. Finally she began laughing, and could not stop for quite a while. Leaning into Lupilo and putting her arms around as much of him as she could, she told him: “Lupilo, I’ve never done that before and it was amazing! I may walk funny for a week, but it was worth it”. She held him for a moment, and sighed.
“I have to go back to the village” she told the Dragon.
Lupilo stroked her shoulder. “I understand. Tell them I will pay for the sheep I needed. I would never have strayed, but I am a long way from home and needed the rest.
They spent another few minutes awkwardly holding each other, and then Lianda started gathering up her clothes. Obscurely, she felt embarrassed and awkward getting dressed while the dragon watched. As she put on her skirt over the top of her blouse, she was irritated to find it didn’t fasten right – it was a little too tight.
Lianda was a little irritated. The skirt could not have shrunk after the amount of times it had already been washed, and she yanked on the belt, tightening it.
Immediately she felt as though she was a dam that had burst. Clamping her legs together, she gasped in surprise.
“Lupilo…what did you do to me?” She asked frostily.
Lupilo blinked. “I think you were there for all of it?” he said, puzzled.
Lianda rolled her eyes and tried to smooth her skirt without shifting her legs. “After I fell asleep?” she hinted.
“Well, I was hungry and you seemed to be tired, so I cleaned you off and put you near the fire, why?”
“That’s it? Then why do I feel like a stream that’s burst it’s banks?!”
Lupilo looked blank, and Lianda gestured to herself. Comprehension dawned and Lupilo grinned wide and toothily.
“Well, I remember a certain person deciding to climb onto me, is it that she didn’t consider how much bigger, and therefore how much more dragons are?”
It was Lianda’s turn to look a little blank. Lupilo laughed – “Did you think when I came in you, it would all just disappear?”
Lianda choked “You mean I’m…. it’s all… uh?” Lupilo nodded. “My advice” he said “is not to take big steps.”
Lianda walked down the mountain. She took small steps, and intended to do so until she could find some spare underwear - how embarrassing!? She blushed and kept on walking. It was kind of funny, come to think about it, although a little annoying. She’d stop in at home, get undressed, clean up, and go out and sort out this entire affair. It occurred to her that she didn’t want to stay with the village any more, and would probably move. Perhaps she’d go to one of the big cities, and…she realised she didn’t know much outside her kitchen…ah well, people always need cooking.
After an hour or so, as the sun started to dip, she encountered the outskirts of the village, and a flock of sheep.
She shouted a hello, while she looked for the flock’s shepherd. She shouted again, and there was a an answering cry of fear. To her left, the bushed shook, and Rosrick the shepherd boy leapt out of it and ran off down the hill, making signs to ward off evil to her, as one of the sheep took off from the opposite side of the bush. How odd!
Lianda continued her journey, and in the distance she spotted Iolan’s house. She felt that here was a good enough opportunity to let people know she was alive.
She opened the door of the house that she had shared with Iolan some years ago and walked into the main room and shouted another hello. There was movement from the other room, and Iolan looked around the door. Within a second Iolan had leapt across the room and swept Lianda into an embrace, which Lianda returned firmly.
“You escaped!” Iolan exclaimed “When I heard, I thought you were dead, but you escaped!” she cried.
“Well, sort of”, Lianda said, about to explain, but Iolan gasped – “You were rescued weren’t you?! Oh, how exciting!” Iolan exclaimed “Was it a knight...?”
Lianda blushed and Iolan grinned “Ohhhh, it was, and he taught you something, didn’t he? Do tell me everything!”
Lianda laughed – how could she explain?
But while she thought about it, she became aware of how close Iolan was…and she remembered last time they’d been that close…Lianda started to flush. She hadn’t understood then, but she’d had a lot of education just that morning… her still freshly tender parts tingled at the memory. Still, there was something about being so close to Iolan! Her lips parted, and her breathing deepened.
Iolan saw this, and moved in close, sliding her hand down to Lianda’s bustle and clasping her close…
Lianda started at the contact, and Iolan laughed again, and reached up and undid her shirt, which fell open displaying Iolan’s heavy breasts. Lianda didn’t know what to say or how to explain, and before she could marshal her thoughts, Iolan had opened her shirt and was fondling a nipple.
“Tell me about you new love” Iolan suggested with a smile and bent to lick Lianda’s breast.
Lianda moaned happily, although her nipples were a little tender. “He’s big” she said, “Enormous, actually”.
“ooh! Has he got muscles?” Iolan breathed, “How’s he equipped?!” she prompted before latching onto Lianda’s breasts with her tongue and lips.
Lianda panted heavily “Oh, he’s got these huge muscles…and” she blushed “He’s got this really enormous…thing!”
Iolan grinned and started pulling down Lianda’s dress… “You got to play with that I hope!” she cackled, “You can tell me all about it in the bath!”
The two women retreated to Iolan’s stone heated bath, and sank into the water. As the fire warmed the water, Lianda relaxed, letting the heat massage away her tenderness.
“Where’s the soap” she asked idly, and Iolan nodded. “You’ve noticed that too then? That’s why I always use one of these,” she said waving a small wooden object with a round pointed top.
Iolan dropped the object and scooted around the bath to Lianda. “But it’s more fun with someone else” she purred, slipping a hand between Lianda’s thighs.
But Lianda had had enough, and pushed aside the hand, and knelt up. She grabbed Iolan and pulled her into a hard embrace, and kissed her, her tongue probing and licking. Iolan was surprised at this turn of events, more so when Lianda firmly thrust a hand between Iolan’s legs and began rubbing her pussy firmly. Iolan gasped and broke away from the kiss. “Forceful today, aren’t you!” she cried as Lianda put hand to her back and leaned her backwards.
“And why not?” Said Lianda as she lightly bit the skin of Iolan’s breast, “Where did my old life take me? Fed to a Dragon!”
Lianda sucked at Iolan’s tits, running her tongue over the nubbled skin and nipping at the tip. Iolan shivered and panted “Tell me about your knight” she said “Was he tender?”
Lianda laughed “He was unstoppable, but he didn’t force me” She told the other woman, even as she felt the glutinous trickle of Lupilo jism flow from her. She grinned. “He’s as thick as a post and as long as a horse, and he can use his tongue like no man” she told Iolan. Lianda pushed Iolan to the side of the bath and spread her thighs, and Iolan moved up to the side of the bath, bracing her feet and leaning against the wall.
Lianda kissed Iolan’s’ wet belly.
Iolan pulled up Lianda for a kiss. “Thick as a post, huh?” she said, “Well, I hope you took it slowly!”
“An inch at a time” Lianda said, “But he likes me to slide it between these as well!” She said, pushing her tits together and shaking them.
Iolan laughed, squeezing and shaking her own breasts.
“Oh of course he does!” She cried slapping a hand between her legs “They love anything they can slip their dick in!” and they both laughed, and Lianda splashed water up at Iolan. She bent down between Iolan’s thighs. She’d wondered what this was like – it felt good getting but what was it like giving?
She extended her tongue and ran the tip over the dusky pink skin. Iolan shifted, bending herself to lift her pussy up.
Iolan placed her lips on Iolan’s’ own, like she was kissing, and poked her tongue out, sliding it between the hot salty folds tasting and probing. She opened her mouth and poked her tongue out, licking upwards, opening the folds of Iolan, spreading and pressing, until she reached the top of Iolan’s pussy.
Lianda found the small round nub of Iolan’s clitoris in it’s hood, and teased it with a tongue tip, causing Iolan’s muscles to bunch and her to make a keening panting sound.
It seemed to Lianda that Iolan wasn’t as wet as she was – indeed, with the dragon she’s been a veritable torrent of pussy cum, whereas Iolan was hot and moist. She slid her and back between her own legs and fingered herself as she licked, hot glutinous cum oozing from her pussy as she played.
She continued licking, occasionally nibbling at the protruding labia, sliding her tongue deep into the exposed hole, running the tip over the smooth walls and flicking a the nubbin of the clitoris, experimenting.
Iolan panted and gasped and held Lianda’s head, pulling her mouth close, writhing and rolling her hips.
As Iolan roiled Lianda fingered her own pussy, comparing. She nibbled at Iolan’s folded labia, and stroked her own, noting that hers were shorter, her clitoris seemed swollen and larger, and while Iolan’s pussy was enclosed by two fleshy folds, Lianda’s mound was a wide fleshy handful. Lianda’s pussy was very wet, creamy cum had dripped from it before the Dragon had added his own load, while the one she was licking did not. As she probed and licked Iolan to climax, Iolan’s pussy quivered and flexed, contracting and loosening, and finally Lianda’s lapping tongue drove Iolan to climax, a small squirt of hot juice spraying from her quaking cunny, spattering Lianda.
Breathing shakily, Iolan slid into the hot cloudy water. Lianda notices that Iolan’s nipples stood full and engorged, and on a whim, suckled one, and was surprised to find that she received a mouthful of milk. Gulping and gasping, she looked at Iolan in surprise!
Iolan laughed shakily. “Oh don’t worry, they’ve always done that…they get sucked such a lot it’s not surprising they’re little milky!”
Iolan took Lianda’s face in her hands, kissing her, tasting her own milk and pussy juiced mixed on Lianda’s lips she grimaced “not the best mix” she claimed.
Lianda knelt back laughing and experimentally tried squeezing and kneading her own breasts, but nothing was forthcoming. Curiously she pressed into Iolan’s again. Iolan sighed contentedly and murmured “Knock yourself out honey”.
Grinning, Lianda bent over the other woman who thrust her chest out and laughed.
Lianda licked the aureole, and then the nub of the nipple, and finally took it between the lips and suckled, massaging the nipple with lips and tongue.
Iolan sighed again and stretched her arms out over the back of the bath, head tilted back and eyes closed, as Lianda, nuzzled her.
Lianda switched to the other breast, and fondled the saliva slicked breast she had left, her own nipples standing painfully proud once more, her pussy, it’s pleasuring unfinished. She kneaded the other woman, massaging and pressing, enjoying the hot squirts of milk more for little sounds of pleasure that accompanied them, until Iolan gasped rapidly and her legs kicked from the water, as she climaxed once more, albeit less intensely.
Lianda splashed herself and washed her face, settling back into the now steaming water.
Iolan sighed and tipped a bucket of water over the coals, damping them and causing billowing clouds of steam to fill the room. She looked over to Lianda, her skin flushed and said “Thanks” heavily. She rolled her head on her should and paused, looking at Lianda, laid opposite her, slowly rubbing her thighs.
“If you come over here, I’ll repay the favour…?” Iolan said, raising an eyebrow and then shook herself, leaned over the bath and picked up the small wood peg thing, she’d had earlier.
She knelt forward, embracing Lianda, kissing her, and dunked the thing under water. Lianda felt the tip touch her pussy and grabbed at it. Holding it up, she saw it was an inch thick, and six times as long, highly polished wood.
Flicking it back into the water, she laughed. “After what I’ve had today, I think it might be a bit… undersized!”
Iolan seemed surprised. “Your knight was that thick!?” she exclaimed, “Well, maybe I can find something better then…” She leapt out of the tub. She came back a few minutes later, and scattered a range of wooden playthings across the floor.
Lianda looked at the scattered toys of smooth wood and stone, including a row of balls on a string and a thing with straps and a swish of long horse hair.
“What is that?” she asked, pointing, and Iolan pulled the straps from the pile. “My strap on” she said blushing, swinging them, “want to play?”
Lianda smiled and wriggled her bottom in the air.
Iolan scrabbled in the pile of toys and looked up. “man dog or horse?” she asked.
Lianda didn’t understand so she said “horse”, and Iolan picked out a length of wood.
Iolan climbed back into the tub, and grunted “Huh, forgot the oil to lube it with” and started to climb back out.
Quite aware of her lubricious ness, Lianda stopped her “Just try with me first” she told the other woman.
Motioning for Lianda to stand, Iolan stepped into the straps, drawing them up. Then she picked up the carved wood, which was ten inches of smoothed and sculpted hardwood with an upward curve and rippled finish, with a ring notch at one end and an angled pole sticking out, which was smooth and rounded like the small dildo.
Iolan fitted it through the straps, and pulled them up, the small dildo sliding into her, the straps fitting snugly between Iolan’s legs and over her hips, the swish at the back like a tail, and at the front, the smooth phallus
Lianda gaped and started laughing.
Iolan swished her tail and assumed a mock serious look. “Well, my fine filly” she intoned, “time for your servicing!”
Lianda laughed and bent over the tub, and wiggles her haunches, still laughing, an Iolan stepped forwards. “Ready she asked?” and Lianda nodded, still consumed by giggles.
The hardness of the strap on nuzzled her buttocks, and she shifted, spreading her legs a little. Iolan pushed forward, and the wide round head slipped over her pussy lips, which parted under the pressure, moist, tender and ready.
Iolan pushed slowly, sinking the phallus into her, slowly, deliberately, until her hips brushed Lianda’s buttocks. Iolan pulled slowly out and thrust a little, running the big dildo in and out and stepped back, pulling completely out, Lianda’s pussy spread open and dripping in the steam.
Iolan ran her hand up and down the phallus, and examined it.
“Well pass me the soap and call me a nun!” she exclaimed, licking her palm, “This filly is wet and ready! And sweet and salty to boot!”
Lianda wiggled her hips and whinnied.
“Servicing with a smile” Iolan cried, and stepped forwards swiftly, the phallus slapping between Lianda’s buttocks, and guided in by their roundness, into her waiting cunny.
Lianda gasped and Iolan pushed herself in to the hips with a squelch. Placing her hands on Lianda’s sides, Iolan began thrusting, riding the rippled phallus into Lianda.
Lianda panted and gasped, her pussy stretched and pounded, cum dripping from the underside of it spraying into the water and running down her thighs.
Her pants began to become more rapid, and she felt liquid heat running inside her. Faster and faster Iolan pumped, and Lianda felt her insides turn liquid and explode as she came hard and long, and still Iolan fucked her, causing her to scream hotly as the feeling build and she came again. After the second time, the strokes faltered and Lianda was able to slip off the phallus. She turned and sat on the edge of the bath.
Iolan stood swaying, creamy goo dripping off the phallus, and, looking down out of Lianda, her juices whipped to a sticky froth by the ridged phallus. But when she looked up again, Iolan was panting heavily, wit a blank and wild look in her eyes.
Concerned, Lianda went over and undid the straps, releasing the dildo and tail, and as she did, the phallus slid out, it’s small dildo slipping from between Iolan’s’ pussy lips with a squelch and spatter of cum – it appeared that Iolan had frigged herself insensible!
Eventually the two women managed to at last clean themselves off, and that night slept in each other’s arms until the sun had risen.
Iolan presented Lianda with fresh clothes, an Lianda promised to return for “a rematch”.
