Friend of a friend of a friend, you’re not sure who invited her to your table.  She’s been eyeing you up all evening, and you’re not sure whether it’s because you’ve offended her or because she’s hungry.  With a dragon, you can never quite tell.

You’re halfway through recounting your last dungeon crawl when the fireworks start. Being an adventurer has given you a sense for trouble.  You saw them coming a ways off, but still there’s nothing you could have done to stop them.

“Bullshit.”  She growls, interrupting both you and the jovial vibe.  “Maybe you’ve got all the rest of these rubes fooled, but no way did a pipsqueak like you clear out an ettercap nest yourself.”

“Hey!”  Her interruption is met by a panoply of disagreements.

“Am not a rube!”

“Sapphire!  You said you wouldn’t embarrass us!”

“I’m not the embarrassing one!  This fraud hasn’t shown even a single shred of proof.”  The dragoness extends a finger towards you, steady and accusatory.  Her raven-black hair has fallen across her eyes.  A quick flick of her snout tosses it back over her horns.  You can feel a gust of warmth as she breathes out through her nose - just a hint of that legendary dragon’s fire sizzling from her nostrils in agitation.

“No, no, she’s right!”  You admit as you lean back from the table.  “You’re all too easy to accept what I’m saying without challenge.  That’s fair.”

Her ears flick upwards in justified satisfaction.  “Hah!  Of course I’m right!  I know a charlatan when I see one.  Take it from a real adventurer - this windbag is…”

Her self-congratulatory speech trails off as you pull your trophy from your belt pouch.  “So here’s proof.  A genuine ettercap fang, with glands still intact.”  You land the coup-de-grace, steadily meeting her gaze as you drop the fang onto the table.  It’s heavy enough to make a satisfying thump when it lands.  Your friends laugh.  One of them slaps your back.  A cheer goes up at the table, lightening the mood in the tavern as a distant minstrel sings on.

But while your friends are celebrating your tale and your triumph, across the table, you see the dragoness’ incisive eyes narrowing.  Her ears flatten out to each side of her head.  Is that a hint of pink you see in her sea-blue cheeks?  Her features scrunch up in frustration and - something else?  It’s tough to put your finger on it.

The battle is won, though and your attention is waylaid as another friend slams a tankard down for you.  Its contents to splash over the rim and the assemblage of plates and cutlery to bounce on the table.  You lift it, and by the time you’ve taken a good sip to keep your inhibitions well-lubricated, the dragoness is gone.

You’re midway through the next narrative trudge down to the next dungeon level when you feel hands on your breeches.  You grab your money pouch, expecting a pickpocket, but instead your hand feels smoothly scaled fingers gripped around your belt.  They’re…  Blue?  Brilliantly blue, warm, and soft to the touch.

“What about the dire wargs?”  A friend prompts when your prose wanders.

“Ferocious!”  You continue without having to think.  Just like swinging a sword, your stories are told by muscle memory alone, while you instead spend your attention on the flash of bloodmoon-red eyes looking up at you from beneath the table, situated directly between your legs.

Those eyes deliver both a threat and promise.  Stay quiet.  They demand of you, while hot air gusts against the fabric of your trousers in promise.

“Uh, a whole pack of them.  Slavering and drooling as they encircled me.”  But while your story continues, all you can focus on is the agile fingers peeling the hem of your pants away from your crotch and pulling your cock out into the cool tavern air.

“And then what?”  Your friends prompt you.

“To battle!  I knew I couldn’t face them all if they surrounded me, so I took the stairs three at a time-“  You continue, and you’re proud that there’s only a slight hitch in your voice as her tongue pulls your tip into the humid sauna of her muzzle.  Lips purse and encircle your shaft.  You spare a glance downwards, struggling to continue as the delightfully wet muzzle slides up towards your crotch.  You can see the dancing lantern flames reflected in Sapphires eyes as her tongue encircles your root.

“Everything okay over there?”  A friend across the table asks, and your eyes flick up just to see the dragoness’ azure-scaled tail swing free from the far side of the table.  Your friend gives you a wink.  Oh, those gremlins!  They knew the whole time.  How could you expect them not to, with the dragoness’ bulk knocking knees and displacing stools with her hips.

Fine, if everyone’s in on the joke, then your story can wait a few minutes.  You reach down beneath the table top and grab Sapphire’s horns.  There’s a soft vibration as she bobs on your shaft.  She’s purring.  Pantheon above, her tongue is good.  You can feel its texture as she pulls back until just your tip is touching her lips, then plunges you back inside again.

It’s all too much.  You pull on her horns, and you her a soft growl over the normal sounds of a busy tavern.  Lips kiss your sheath as you bottom out.  She swallows around you as you throb, then obediently gulps around you as you start to fire off down her throat.  There’s another cheer from your crowd of friends.  Someone’s banging on the table.  Another friend is laughing at the faces you’re making as you hit your peak.  Her tongue slips out and caresses your balls as your orgasm comes to a satisfyingly shivery end.

You release her horns, and you hear more shuffling beneath the table.  The dragoness reappears at the far side of the table.  Her frown has reappeared, though she’s licking her lips as she wipes a thin smear of your cum from her snout.

“Aww!  Sapph, you’re making new friends!”  One of your friends jibes.

“Am not.”  She scowls, but you can see her glancing at you again from across the table. Her ears fold again, and her eyes duck so you can’t see the interest dancing in them again. Prickly and ornery as she is, you suddenly find yourself hoping that she becomes a regular.

Story by Kandrel

Artwork by Kandi_deer