The Tale of the Dragon's Brides

There was once a mountain village that lived in peaceful seclusion from the troubles of the rest of the world.

The village was protected from all manner of misfortune by the shadow of the mountains. The livestock never became diseased, and the fields were never plagued by locusts. Bandits never visited, and the village's crops always yielded double what was planted.

The price for peace was a heavy one: the village only prospered at the whim of the dragon who nested in the mountains. His magic made good weather and rich soil, and his fearsome temper and voracious appetite kept trouble at bay.

The dragon was a fierce wyrm, a demon from hell as heavy as five men and many times stronger. It crawled the mountain, fighting lions to amuse itself. When it had its fill of fighting, it would fly back to its cave, where the wyrm's bride awaited its return and received its passion.

This was the price for peace on the mountain: every ten years, a maiden was chosen to live with the dragon as its bride.

The village maidens all grew up with the fear of being chosen in the lottery, and it soon became the culture of the village to marry young in order to avoid that fate. Those who did not find husbands early were encouraged to train their bodies to the extremes of endurance. Over the generations, two cults emerged among the women of the village--the wives and the whores.

The latter cult practiced sex as if it were a religion. Within the temple walls, all was permitted in the name of honing the body. The village men visited nightly to fuck them, penetrating pussy and ass indiscriminately, as they imagined the wyrm would. The temple whores would be fucked to their limits, always striving to last longer before their bodies gave out to weakness.

And indeed, their endurance was formidable. The temple whores stretched themselves daily, working gradually up to enormous dildos. This was often done in pairs; one woman would gradually work her fist inside the other. After she had fucked her with her fist for a while, she would fuck the temple whore on something larger. The senior acolytes could take a stone or glass cock twice as thick as a forearm and just as long. Gradually, the temple whore would fuck herself on the dildo until she could fit all of it inside. Dildo splitting her open, she might return the favor and fist the other woman, or attempt to fuck herself on the dildo for several hours--nothing was known of the dragon's stamina. Frequently the temple priest or other visitors would use her asshole while her cunt was filled to its limit.

The temple whores paid equal care to their assholes, oiling themselves frequently. It was not known what the dragon's preference would be. They trained themselves to take cocks of unimaginable size and length in both holes.

While the wives practiced domestic labor, the temple acolytes ran for miles each day and trained their muscles to those of warriors, in addition to their sexual training. Donations taken from their whoring were used to fund their monastic lifestyle.

Only rarely would one of the temple whores defect to life as a wife, even though the wives were safer; only the unwed were candidates for the dragon. The temple cult had inadvertently created eager sacrifices. The temple whores felt a duty to protect the wives from an ordeal for which they were not prepared--but that was only half the reason. The priest and the senior temple whores imbued a desire for the dragon in their acolytes, spoiling them for sex with anyone else. Every waking moment was spent in preparation for a husband that would only choose one every ten years. The penises of the village men held little interest; only the new acolytes still wailed and writhed in euphoria when it was their night to take donations for the temple.

As happened every ten years, it came time for the village elders to select the dragon's bride in the lottery. An acolyte of the temple whores was chosen as usual. And as was tradition, a small army of ladies in waiting was selected from the wives to accompany her up the mountain. All dressed in sacrificial white in order to deliver the acolyte to the cave of her husband.

The journey up the mountain took three days, as there were frequent stops for practical and ceremonial rites. The acolyte stretched herself open twice daily, stretching first her pussy, then her ass around the enormous jade dildos commissioned for the sacrificial bride. One of the wives comforted her anxiously, asking if she was in pain, which was sweet and endearing to the acolyte.

"It doesn't hurt," the acolyte said. "Do you want to try?"

This question had come on the night of the second day. This wife had watched the acolyte intently each time she fucked herself on the dildos, while the others had averted their eyes.

"Wouldn't it hurt me?" the wife asked, watching the slick jade slide in and out of the acolyte's pussy. It was nearly as thick as one of the wife's slender thighs.

"Not if I did it," the acolyte said.

It attracted some attention from the other wives when the wife presented herself to be fingered, lifting her white dress up to her hips. She was already wet, and two fingers slid inside easily. The acolyte fucked her roughly with them until she came. Then she slid three inside. The acolyte fucked her with three fingers for a long time, keeping her on the edge of orgasm. The wife was soon soaked in sweat, arms twisted over her face so she couldn't see the judgment of the other wives as she panted and whined.

Four fingers had felt impossible. The fist easing inside her an hour after they'd started had rocked her whole body with orgasm. Then the acolyte started fucking her with it. The wife thrashed, animal grunts escaping her lips with every thrust of the fist inside her. Wives were sexual creatures, but not like this. They fucked their husbands and ate other wives's pussies, sweet and docile.

The wife's body convulsed, a loud, constant moan becoming a scream as the acolyte's fist twisted inside her. Her legs had spread as wide as they could go, her feet hovering up near her ears as she was pounded. She'd never been in a position this lewd before. She orgasmed on the acolyte's fist for a second time, squeezing her forearm. Watching it move inside her, it didn't seem real.

The acolyte poured oils over her throbbing pussy. They made her feel hot and loose. The acolyte kept fucking her, her fist making a deep squelching sound inside her that had the wife shaking and undone. Around her, the other wives had been taken in by the brazen intercourse at the campfire. A pair had started to rub their cunts together, sighing gently. The remaining three touched each other's breasts and curled their fingers over wet labias.

"I can't take any more," the wife begged as she came for the fourth time.

Carefully, the acolyte removed her fist. The wife's cunt clamped down on nothing as she kept coming.

"You're stretched enough for one of these," the acolyte said, nodding down at the dildo buried inside her own cunt.

"Oh God," moaned one of the other wives as a tongue invaded her.

"I can't take it," the wife said, chest heaving. She fell back against the ground. "I'll die."

The acolyte had mercy on her, though she looked at the wife with lust for the rest of the journey. The acolyte had a reputation for her eagerness to initiate the nervous maidens who chose to enter the temple. All the young maidens fell in love with her as their anxiety melted away under her hands.

This time, the acolyte found herself the one infatuated. She watched fondly as the wife organized the camp in the morning, face flushed from being debauched in front of the others.

When they stopped at midday for a meal and a rest, the acolyte performed her rite as usual, stretching herself.

The wife watched her enter herself with the dildo, eyes greedy. The acolyte first stretched her cunt, then her ass, amused by the wife's unfailing attention. Eventually, the acolyte crooked her fingers at the wife.

"Why did you not enter the temple?" the acolyte asked. She lifted the wife's white dress and began to massage her fingers into her pussy. The wife took three fingers right away, relaxed and eager.

"The lord of commerce took interest in me," the wife said. She rocked eagerly on the acolyte's fingers, pussy juices flowing down her legs. The acolyte pushed four fingers inside. "He's, ah, very influential."

"I see, that sounds like a wonderful opportunity," the acolyte said. She eased her fist inside the wife, just as she'd done the previous night. The wife shook, moaning shamelessly. The acolyte opened her up with gentle movement inside her, bringing her close to orgasm, then withdrew her hand. She told the wife to get on her hands and knees.

The wife did so. The acolyte poured oil over her, dribbling it over her asshole and letting it drip down to her pussy.

"Do you trust me to make you feel good?" The acolyte whispered in her ear. The wife nodded eagerly. The acolyte prepared one of the jade dildos with oil--the other was still inside the acolyte, stretching her ass.

The acolyte eased her hand back inside the wife, slick with oil, and worked her open. The wife moaned, fucking herself back on the acolyte 's arm. The acolyte made her hand into a spade in order to enter the wife, then pulled her hand out in the shape of a fist. She repeated this a dozen times, the wife whining sharply through her teeth each time. Again, the acolyte drew her hand out.

"I would have taken very good care of you in the temple," the acolyte teased.

"Aren't you... taking good care of me now?" The wife panted.

The acolyte felt scorched by desire. She lined the head of the dildo up against the wife's pussy and gently stretched her lips over it. The wife's legs shook as the acolyte pushed her slowly down onto it.

The head entered her, stretching her wider than she thought she could be stretched, and the wife came, clenching around it. The acolyte reached around for her clit, enjoying how she howled like an animal, sweaty and ripe.

"It's too much, too much," the wife cried. "I can't take any more."

The acolyte stroked her labia gently, massaging the flesh down against the stone dildo. The wife grunted and panted, still coming.

"You did so well," the acolyte cooed. "Will you trust me?"

Again, the wife nodded eagerly. The other wives, finished their lunch, watched the show. Most had enough shame not to fall into lust in the light of day, but one held another in her lap and fingered her.

The acolyte began to work her fingers into the wife's ass. The wife jerked and writhed at the unfamiliar pleasure, and found herself begging for it. Her every movement skewered herself deeper on the dildo in her pussy, but she barely noticed, too focused on the second finger breaching inside her.

The acolyte fucked her fingers into the wife's ass and the wife howled as she came again. The acolyte didn't ease her pace, finger-fucking the wife through it. The wife's whole body convulsed in ecstasy, thrusting her hips back to swallow the acolyte's fingers deeper, but also, she realized, to swallow the jade dildo all the way to the base. She was skewered on fourteen inches of stone as thick around as her thigh, and she couldn't stop coming, couldn't stop rocking her hips back. The acolyte made sweet noises of pleasure as she rocked with the wife, fucking herself down against the monstrous dildo still inside her.

"I can't stop," the wife wailed. Her whole body shook. "Oh God, I can't stop."

The acolyte pushed three fingers inside her ass, and the wife keened. She fucked her for a while longer, letting the wife's body run from one orgasm to another. When the wife's body finally relaxed, the wife slumped and groaning against the ground, the acolyte removed her fingers and massaged the wife's clit instead. She gradually worked her up to another orgasm around the enormous dildo, until she was babbling and shaking.

The acolyte carefully removed the dildo. The wife lifted herself on shaking arms, nearly collapsing with the effort. She was able to lift herself for just long enough to throw herself into the acolyte's arms. The acolyte held her, disguising her surprise. The wife's arms wrapped tightly around her neck. The women eventually parted in order to wash, but the wife was not able to walk any more that day, her legs shaking like a lamb's.

The traveling party was delayed, forced to camp for the night where they had only intended to stop for a quick lunch. In order to make up for the trouble, the next morning the wife rose early. She took the waterskins to the river to fill them.

The wife was bent over the water, humming to herself, when she realized she was not alone. The water was as clear as crystal, and its surface reflected the lion creeping up behind her.

The wife fell from the bank in her terrified scramble, falling in the water. She screamed, fighting her billowing white dress as she tried to swim toward the center of the river. The wife caught glimpses of the lion as she struggled to keep her head above the water, realizing too late that the river was just as likely to kill her.

The strong current whisked her under, despite how she fought. The wife realized with despair that she did not have the strength to save herself, her arms and legs still weak from yesterday.

Yet she was saved. She gasped for air. The wife grasped her hands out for purchase in something solid, and her fingers dug into grassy earth.

A large, clawed hand closed around her waist, careful not to prick her. Delicately, the beast turned her over. It was three or four times the size of the lion, perhaps twice the size of a horse. It was lizard-like, covered in red scales, but flicked a cow's tail behind it as its eyes consumed her.

This was the dragon. Hot breath flared from its nostrils. The wife looked down at herself. Her white dress, soaked by the river, clung to her body like another skin. The dragon's tongue flicked from between sharp teeth. It licked her breast through her dress, a forceful swipe that made her nipples stand hard.

The wife, barely daring to breathe, looked down the dragon's body. A slimy thing poked out from between the scales of its underbelly. The wife's chest heaved. The dragon dipped its head and carefully took the wife's dress in its teeth. Methodically, the dragon ripped her dress to shreds one bite at a time. The slimy thing grew bigger and longer as it fully emerged. Its slippery length fell heavily against her thighs and stomach, rubbing against her with every movement as the dragon undressed her.

It was thick and long, unlike any cock the wife had ever seen. It was black, its tip like an arrowhead, but the shaft was composed of several bulbs--like a string of garlic. Each bulb was larger than a fist. The cock was longer than the jade dildo, and the bulbs at the base were even thicker. If it fucked her with that, she'd go insane.

Now that the beast had shredded her dress, its tongue flicked over her bare breasts, its breath unbearably hot on her chest. The wife felt its cock sliding over her, heard the dragon's claws digging into the riverbank for purchase. The cock nestled into place between the wife's pussy lips; she realized that she had spread her legs at some point. She whined at the feeling of the hot, slimy length sliding up her labia.

The dragon shifted, wings releasing a single flap of air in excitement. It rutted against her spread pussy, dragging the bulbs up and down the wife's clit. The wife moaned despite herself, her cunt contracting as she neared orgasm. The dragon pushed down, the underside of its cock opening her labia so the contractions massaged each bulb as they slid up and down her cunt. Precome leaked from the tip onto the wife's stomach.

The wife rocked her hips up as she started to come, rubbing herself needily up as the dragon snorted and rutted down. She cried out as she came on the dragon's cock, cunt squeezing against the underside.

The dragon snorted again. It took her ankles in its foreclaws and pinned them up next to her head. The wife was folded lewdly in half, pussy open and ready. She watched between her legs, mouth hanging open, as the dragon rubbed itself, trying to find her hole with the tip of its cock. The arrowhead tip grazed her entrance, and the wife lifted her hips to help, heart pounding. The tip breached her still-pulsing entrance.

The dragon pushed inside her, her cunt swallowing each bulb. The wife arched and wailed, coming again as the slimy thing invaded her one bulb at a time. She felt the same transgressive pleasure as she'd felt with the jade dildo sinking into her, splitting her impossibly wide.

Encouraged, the dragon began to fuck into her. Its cock was too big to fit all the way inside. The last two bulbs were bigger than the others, and they slapped against her hole with nowhere to go. The force of the fuck was the most erotic part. Her body jerked under its every thrust, and her breasts jiggled in place. The wife grunted and panted as it dragged those bulbs in and out of her. She came again quickly, screaming as the onslaught continued. The bulbs that wouldn't fit slapped desperately against her pussy as the dragon got closer to its orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God," the wife wailed, watching her pussy tightly clinging to the dragon as it rammed into her. It fucked her so hard she slid up and down against the river bank, pinned only in place by the dragon's claws closed around her ankles.

The wife's tongue lolled out of her mouth as the beast continued to use her. She moaned open mouthed at the brutal pace, unable to see anything except the scaly belly of the dragon mounted over her.

The dragon's pace increased to a frenzy; the wife screamed and bucked under it as the dragon finally came, pulsing inside her repeatedly. Her cunt was flooded with heat, and the wife came again as well, grunting and moaning. She fucked herself on its cock as thick come squelched deep inside. She thrust her hips up uncontrollably until her muscles gave out.

The dragon at last released her ankles from its claws. It slowly drew its cock out of her, and a flood of thick cum followed. The wife breathed heavily, chest heaving. Her pussy contracted, more cum flowing from her hole with every pulse. Her head was in the clouds. There were angry red scratches on her stomach where the dragon's scales had rubbed her, but she hadn't felt them at all. She still didn't.

The dragon's tongue darted over her breasts and stomach, tickling. Its cock had not retracted into its body, but still hung low, covered in its milky cum. The wife stared at it; another contraction pushed another slow stream of cum out of her cunt.

The wife was scooped up by one of the dragon's claws and dumped onto her stomach. The dragon's cock slid between her legs, looking for her hole again. The wife groaned as the cock rubbed against her clit from behind, jabbing at her in frustration as it searched for the right angle. The wife tried to bring herself up to meet it, but her muscles only trembled and relaxed again.

Another few tries, and the dragon managed to skewer her again. The wife cried out in pleasure as the bulbs entered her once more. The dragon's pace this time was brutal from the start. It slammed eagerly into her limp body, torturing her cunt with the erotic shape of its cock. The wife had no choice but to come repeatedly as it dragged those fist-sized bulbs in and out of her.

"It's so good, it's so good," the wife groaned. Her groans and the wet slap of the dragon's slimy member as the larger bulbs at the base beat against her labia were the only sounds on the mountain for miles.

*

Eventually the acolyte and the wives went looking for the missing wife, but they were only able to track her as far as the river. There they found the waterskins abandoned.

A quiet cloud of doom hung over the women as they decided what to do. Eventually it was decided that they would search the surrounding area in pairs and return to camp before nightfall.

The acolyte and another wife stalked along the river. They had walked for less than a mile when they saw a shocking scene on the opposite bank. There was the dragon in a state of passion, fucking down into someone or something. A woman moaned beneath each wet rut of its cock.

The wife beside the acolyte made a frightened sound.

"Go and join the others," the acolyte whispered to her.

The wife whimpered, then ran back the way they had come. The acolyte undressed herself. She then strapped her hunting knife back onto her body, the leather band falling between her large breasts. She carefully lowered herself into the river. She was a strong swimmer, and the current was not too fierce at this point in the river.

When the acolyte reached the other side, the dragon was still fucking its catch. Two dainty legs twitched in the air on either side of the dragon's hips. The woman beneath gave continual moans, barely audible above the lewd, wet slap of the dragon's cock.

The acolyte crept nearer. It was the wife beneath the dragon, flushed as if intoxicated. Her mouth hung open in pleasure. She was covered in the beast's cum, her breasts, stomach, and thighs slippery with it.

The wife gave a particularly animal sound as the dragon's barrage of thrusts stopped. It was exerting a more gradual force, pushing something else inside her. The acolyte watched a large bulb--one of two at the base of its cock--begin to breach the wife.

Her pussy slowly stretched open for this intrusion as thick as her thigh. It was halfway inside her, and the wife came. The dragon pushed the bulb the rest of the way inside as the wife arched her back against the grass, mind empty with orgasm.

The dragon then pulled the bulb out of her with a wet pop, only to push it back in again. The dragon did this a few times before it began to fuck her entrance with the large bulb, the wife's whole body jerking under the force of the thrusts. She panted and whimpered, still coming, her legs shaking in the air.

"God, yes, yes, oh God," the wife groaned.

The acolyte watched as the dragon snapped its hips sloppily into her, the wife keening. Then it came. The acolyte watched the cum begin to trickle back out of the wife. The dragon pulled out, and the trickle became a flood. The wife's pussy throbbed, pushing the thick cum out in waves. Her expression was dazed, like she'd been fucked out of her mind.

Unbelievably, the dragon seemed ready to take her again. Its cock slid over the wife's cum-soaked pussy, smearing it up her stomach. The acolyte started forward, one hand on her knife, though she wasn't sure she planned to use it.

Abruptly, a musical note cut through the air. A tune followed, played simply on a reed flute. The dragon stopped what it was doing. It rolled onto its back beside the wife, showing its belly.

The acolyte rushed to the wife's side. She whispered a few simple comforts in the wife's ear, to which the wife responded with a questioning sound and a giggle.

There was a heavy sound as something landed in the grass nearby. The acolyte looked up. A woman stood there, half naked. Her breasts were covered by a simple garment with ties under the arms like an apron. Over this was a leather vest. She also wore leather gauntlets and a belt with a knife. On her legs she wore leather guards over her shins. But her pussy was bare.

The woman was perhaps twenty years older than the acolyte, and at last the acolyte recognized her.

"Priestess," the acolyte said respectfully.

The woman was she who had been chosen ten years before to go to the dragon as his bride. It had been a shock that the temple priestess herself might be chosen by the lottery, leaving only the priest in charge of the temple whores. The priestess had been in the middle of her fourth decade at the time, and was perhaps 55 of 56 now.

"Ah, I know you," the priestess said with a smile. "Very eager for temple service, you were."

The acolyte flushed. When she had first entered the temple in her early womanhood, she had been loud and enthusiastic on her nights to take donations. The other girls complained of her keeping them up.

"I've matured since then, priestess," the acolyte said shyly.

"I see that," the priestess replied, her eyes raking the acolyte's large breasts and strong arms and thighs. The dragon whined and released a frustrated snort, and the priestess's gaze returned to it. The dragon's cock was still hard, pressed up against its belly.

"Will you trust me to take care of your friend?" the priestess asked. The acolyte nodded. "He's still restless. Let him use you for a while."

The acolyte felt the words directly in her cunt. She wanted nothing more than for the dragon to split her open and claim her as its bride. For ten years it had been her only fantasy, drilled into her by the priest and the temple seniors.

"Yes, priestess," the acolyte said.

"Thank you, cherished acolyte," the priestess said warmly. The acolyte's cunt began to drip in eagerness. When she had first entered the temple, the priestess had made the transition very easy for her. The priestess's fist was the first one she ever took.

"On your knees, please," the priestess said, and the acolyte obeyed. The acolyte sighed as she relaxed into the feeling of the priestess's fingers dipping inside her, working in and out. Finally, she formed a fist inside the acolyte's cunt. The acolyte groaned through her teeth, surprised by the orgasm that rolled through her.

"Still eager," the priestess said. "That's good--relax."

The priestess fucked the acolyte with her fist for a little longer, then withdrew her fingers. She pushed her wet fingers instead into the acolyte's asshole; three fingers slid inside without resistance. The acolyte had not neglected to oil and stretch herself that morning before it was known the wife was missing.

The priestess pushed a fourth finger inside her, working through the slight resistance before adding her thumb. The acolyte groaned eagerly as the fist formed inside her. The priestess pulled it back against the clenching pressure of the acolyte's rim, teasing and stretching. The acolyte groaned, arching her back. Her heavy breasts dragged, nipples teased by blades of grass.

The priestess pulled her fist out, then pushed it back in, fucking deeper every time. The acolyte's pussy wept juices down her legs. She whined as the priestess took her closer to another orgasm. The priestess had mastered the art of making her come back when she had been a junior acolyte.

The acolyte was just on the brink of orgasm when the priestess pulled her fist out. The acolyte made a dissatisfied sound.

"I'm really going to enjoy watching this," the priestess said. She gave the acolyte's ass a wet slap with her cum-covered hand. Then she gave a three note whistle, not bothering with the reed flute.

The dragon rolled back onto its feet. It obeyed the priestess when she gave the acolyte's ass another slap, padding over to her. It licked the priestess's face, then mounted the acolyte. The acolyte groaned deep as the tip entered the pulsing rim of her asshole. Its cock slid inside painlessly, lubricated with its own cum as it stretched the acolyte open.

The acolyte's legs shook. It was long, and thick, but it was the strange bulbed shape that had her panting, a line of drool hanging from her mouth. She came as she felt the very large bulbs at the base trying to breach her, her asshole clenching around the dragon's cock. The acolyte felt a delicate touch on her sensitive rim--fingers. The priestess stretched the acolyte where the large bulb pushed against her, and the large bulb slowly entered.

The acolyte made a deep, animal grunt as she felt the deep stretch. Nothing had ever taken her this deep before. The jade dildos were wide, but not this long. The dragon kept pushing. The second giant bulb strained against her hole. The dragon released a frustrated stream of hot breath through its nostrils.

"Figure that one out yourself," the priestess told the beast.

She left them to take care of the wife. Face pressed against the grass, the acolyte couldn't see them. The acolyte was alone with her new husband.

The dragon, buried as deeply as it could go, began to thrust in and out. The acolyte moaned like a junior acolyte taking her first cock, open-mouthed cries of pleasure echoing in the silence around them. The giant bulb that still wouldn't fit slapped into her hole, spanking her, while the bulbs inside her fucked her mind blank. The large bulb that the priestess had helped inside fucked in and out of her, breaching her ass over and over again.

The acolyte came hard, screaming as her whole body quaked under the onslaught. The dragon's pace was brutal, even as her ass clenched in pleasure around its cock. The force of each plunge slammed her hanging breasts up against her face with an erotic slapping sound.

The acolyte's orgasm released enough tension that she felt the final, giant bulb start to breach her with every thrust in. The dragon soon realized this. It stopped its frenetic thrusts and gave a firm push, clawing at the ground on either side of her head.

The acolyte moaned as the giant bulb pushed all the way inside. The dragon pulled it all the way out, then pushed it all the way in again. It did this twice more before the acolyte came again, arching in ecstasy. It was so good. It was all she had imagined and more. All those years of the temple seniors whispering to her about the dragon's giant cock plunging her as they trained her on larger and larger dildos had culminated in this moment of lust finally satisfied. She was a puppet skewered on the dragon's cock, her own spine no match for the surging member.

The dragon fucked her down to its scaly stomach, every inch buried deep. The acolyte couldn't stop coming, her empty pussy dripping onto the grass. The dragon had resumed its brutal pace, eagerly entering her again and again with those two giant bulbs at the base. The acolyte keened and wailed at the pleasure. She begged for more--fearful, as each orgasm crashed over her, that this one would be the last.

The dragon spilled a load of cum inside her, hot and deep. It fucked her through each pulse of cum, lewd squelching sounds filling her ears. It pulled out of her, and her ass spilled a long stream of cum down her legs. The acolyte whimpered. Then a hand guided the tip back into her asshole, and the dragon plunged its entire length into her at once. It fucked her with renewed stamina, the acolyte panting and wailing.

At some point, the acolyte's legs gave out--after the third time the dragon came inside her. She slid off the dragon's cock, which fell back onto her body with a heavy slap. The acolyte's eyes were crossed. Time had lost meaning. Over an hour had passed, maybe two. She made a curious sound as cool claws scooped under her stomach, careful not to pierce her skin. She felt a warm breach inside her as the dragon lifted her back onto its cock, her legs hanging limply to either side. The beast's clawed hand moved her up and down its cock, her own limbs trembling and weak. The acolyte came again as the giant bulb at the base fucked into her, her limbs and breasts gliding over the grass with every thrust. She lost perhaps another hour, the dragon using her to completion three times more before its cock retreated at last.

The acolyte lacked the strength to roll over. She lay with her face in the grass, panting. Every part of her body was slippery with cum. She had never had greater pleasure.

Finally, the priestess rolled her over. The acolyte's stomach was bloated with how much the dragon had come inside her. The acolyte moaned softly. The priestess reached between her legs for her swollen clit, sending another shock of orgasm through the acolyte's body. She convulsed under the massage of the priestess's hand until the priestess was satisfied.

A gentle whimper came from behind the priestess. Then the acolyte was kissed on the forehead, cheek, and mouth. Hazy from orgasm, the acolyte struggled to focus on the image of the wife. She was bathed and her hair plaited. She was flushed with joy, and the acolyte thought her the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.

On the acolyte's other side, the dragon had curled up to sleep.

*

The acolyte and the wife were escorted to the glen where the dragon made its home. The priestess led the way, leaving the dragon asleep by the river.

There were four other women there, at various stages of life. Two wore the same attire as the priestess, their pussies bare. The other two were elders. They dressed in pants and wore jewelry to signal their elevated status. They should have been exempt from work, but they slowly puttered around the community, assisting with the garden, mending, and other light burdens.

One woman, who looked to be in her fifth decade of life, shaded her eyes as the priestess approached with the acolyte and wife.

"Two?" she questioned. "It's been forty years since we've had two."

"Much happiness to the couple," exclaimed the other woman, the one in her fourth decade. She set aside the hoe she'd been using. "It is a rare blessing."

"More mouths to feed," grumbled the first.

The acolyte and the wife were given clothes in the style of the small community and welcomed to share their first meal together.

"When do we tell them, again, that everything they thought they knew about their village was a lie?" asked the woman in her fifth decade, her tone sour.

The woman in her fourth decade gave a good-natured hiss to silence her.

The acolyte and wife shared an uneasy look.

"In the morning," said the priestess.

The meal was good. The wife and acolyte learned that the two elders had, like them, come together in the same decade. They had both been acolytes of the temple and had been secret lovers; when one was chosen to be the dragon's bride, the other had stolen secretly after. The wife reached out for the acolyte's hand during the story, shy. The acolyte squeezed it.

When it was time to retire for the night, the women led the acolyte and the wife to a cave entrance. They lit torches and guided the way through a series of tunnels and caverns. Some were decorated with rugs and other comforts, clearly to be lived in, while others were used to store vegetables and preserved foods.

There were caves for sleeping in as well. The acolyte and the wife were given one of these to share.

"I wonder if he'll be back tonight," one of the elders mused.

"They already had their welcome. Either way, the contract is fulfilled for another ten years," said the woman in her fifth decade. She said it as if it was a shame.

The acolyte and wife were left to the privacy of this stone chamber. They lay down for bed on the cushions and furs.

"How do you feel about all this?" the acolyte asked the wife. She smoothed a strand of hair behind the wife's ear.

"I was already somebody's bride. Now I'm the bride of a dragon." Her voice held a note of fear, but also excitement. She lowered it to a whisper. "It felt good."

"Mm. I thought so, too." The acolyte wrapped her arms around the wife from behind, pulling her back so their bodies were flush together. To rest, they had disrobed of all but the apron-like shirts that tied under the armpits for easy removal. The acolyte slowly pulled the ends of the ties of the wife's shirt, then slid her hands inside to touch the wife's breasts.

The wife rubbed back against the acolyte, humming a pleased note.

"Are we married? To each other?" the wife whispered.

The acolyte's palms slid appreciatively up the wife's breasts. Her nipples grew hard under the attention.

"If you would like to be," said the acolyte.

The wife sighed in pleasure. She nodded, rubbing back against the acolyte insistently. The acolyte leaned forward to kiss her neck. Her heart pounded--this was not something the temple had prepared her for. Affections there had been monastic, erotic but not romantic. The acolytes did not make love; they fucked to hone their minds and bodies.

The acolyte sucked the wife's neck. The wife wriggled back against her, gasping happily. Her innocence was intoxicating. The acolyte took more, tugging her breasts to make her whine.

The wife rubbed her legs together as the acolyte's hands traveled down her body. When the acolyte's hand finally reached her pubic mound, dipping down between her legs, the wife was wet and leaking.

The acolyte pleasured her clit, thinking the familiar style of lovemaking might be comforting to her. The wife rocked against the working of the acolyte's fingers, clit hard and swollen. She whimpered as the acolyte grabbed her around the waist and pulled her on top of her so that the wife lay on her back on the acolyte's stomach. She domed over top of the acolyte, back arched up to accommodate the woman underneath, her legs spread wide so her feet could make contact with the floor.

The wife groaned as the acolyte fucked her clit in such a lewd position. The acolyte humped up from underneath her, breathing deeply into the back of the wife's neck. The wife's groans became louder, then high-pitched whines. Her wetness leaked down onto the acolyte; there was slipperiness where the acolyte humped up against her, a wet slap that reminded her of the dragon's sliminess. The acolyte rubbed the wife's clit deeply, forcing an orgasm out of her.

The wife cried out as she came, her legs starting to shake.

There was the click of claws against stone. The women had already extinguished the light, so they relied on their hearing alone. Padding footfalls made their way down the tunnels. The wife caught her breath, relaxed now on top of the acolyte. The acolyte wrapped her arms around the wife's stomach, sliding her hands appreciatively over the slightly sweaty skin, then up to her breasts again.

The footfalls approached, growing louder. The wife made a happy sound as the acolyte played with her nipples, tugging them into hard points. The women weren't sure if the dragon was in the room with them or not; the network of caves made it sound like the beast was everywhere at once.

The wife felt a powerful snort of hot breath against her pussy. She called out as a tongue flicked between her labia. The acolyte bucked up under the wife as her cunt received the same curious probing.

The wife felt the heavy, slimy pressure of the bulbed cock in the crease of her thigh. She felt another stream of hot air over her entire body as she was mounted with the acolyte beneath her.

The dragon slid its cock over her stomach, searching for a hole. The wife groaned as she was coated in its slime. Gradually, it found its way inside her. The tip slipped down between her labia, then the dragon pushed one bulb after another inside her.

The wife's legs jerked, her back arched. She panted, the acolyte still playing with her breasts, whispering comforting words in her ear. Had the dragon been this big before? Her legs strained as wide as they could go.

The wife grunted as the dragon dragged its cock in and out of her, hips bucking outside of her control. The acolyte drew one hand down to the wife's clit, and deeply massaged her there as the dragon pounded her. The wife's cries echoed through the cave as she came. She felt like she was peeing as something streamed out of her pussy, soaking her and the acolyte underneath her.

The wife gasped for breath as the dragon continued to pound her through her orgasm and the acolyte continued to stroke her clit. She jerked and bucked between her two lovers, wailing like an animal in heat. She cried out with every wet slap of the dragon's cock inside her dripping cunt. It was beginning to fuck one of the large bulbs at the base inside of her, thrusting with impatient force.

When the bulb finally breached her, the wife frantically thrust her hips down against it, grunting, tongue lolling out of her mouth. The dragon increased its pace, slamming that impossibly giant bulb at the base against her hole as the second largest one popped in and out like a giant fist.

The wife came again, and the dragon came soon after, pulsing its thick come inside her. The wife's whole body shook as her cunt squeezed around the erotically shaped cock, prolonging her orgasm as the dragon gave another few thrusts, only to pull out and spill another pulse of cum up the wife's stomach.

The acolyte twisted the wife so they lay stomach to stomach, the dragon's last spurt of cum slick between them. The wife whined into the acolyte's shoulder as warm cum streamed from her hole onto the acolyte's below.

The acolyte gave a low groan as she was penetrated next. The dragon squished the wife's body between them as it plunged inside the acolyte's pussy. The wife's body slid against hers with each powerful stroke, both of them glazed in come from their stomachs to their breasts. Their hard nipples slipped over each other as the dragon rammed the acolyte.

The acolyte moaned as those fat bulbs at the base accosted her now. She reached for the wife, who was moaning just as pitifully into the acolyte's shoulder. The wife pressed her open pussy lips down against the fat bulbs that wouldn't fit inside the acolyte. She angled her clit down against them as the dragon fucked the acolyte. There wasn't room for her there, and her groans against the acolyte's shoulder became more urgent as the dragon's thrusts spanked the hard scales of its pelvis against her spread ass cheeks.

The wife came again, her cunt twitching hungrily against the dragon's slimy cock. Her body went limp, except for her legs, shaking in mid-air.

The acolyte grit her teeth around a whine as the dragon brought her to orgasm too. Her pussy clung to each bulb as the dragon plunged its cock in and out. Her body spasmed outside of her control, attempting to skewer herself deeper as she came.

Another several rough slaps, and the dragon came inside her. The acolyte's orgasming cunt drank each pulse in.

The dragon pulled out, leaving only the tip to graze the acolyte's spasming hole as cum flooded out of her. Then it pushed back inside--the acolyte moaned deeply as it gave her another pounding. Then the dragon pulled out again. It thrust forward, catching the wife's cunt instead. The wife eagerly rode the dragon's cock, thrusting her hips back and grunting like an animal when the first of the large bulbs at the base fucked inside her.

The dragon pulled out again. It thrust in again, but missed either throbbing hole, instead rutting in the narrow space between their two pussies. Both women groaned as their labias were spread wide on either side, the dragon's thrusting cock rubbing up and down, fucking their clits. The dragon fucked them as one bride.

The acolyte kissed the wife as she groaned into her mouth. The pressure as the giant bulb at the base squeezed into the narrow gap, its slimy weight rolling up against their clits again and again, had both women panting. The dragon fucked into them hard, desperately chasing another orgasm, and came pressed between their stomachs. It slowed its pace as it released a few more pulses. Then it fucked them with renewed energy, ecstatic that its giant cock could fit all the way inside as long as it transformed its brides into one pussy to fuck.

The women rocked and moaned, squeezing the cock tightly in the slippery gap. The wife's ass cheeks took a beating from the dragon's hard pelvis--she wailed in pleasure as it slapped against her. The women came repeatedly like this. Occasionally the dragon would pull out and enter one of their pussies for a few strokes, but then it would return to the deep fuck it could only easily achieve between their two bodies. The dragon spent two more loads of cum this way before it finally tired.

The beast curled up on the furs, the wife and the acolyte exhausted against its warm flank. The women fell asleep with their cunts still leaking a slow river of thick white cum, their bodies slimy with it.

The acolyte did not know what drove her to wake in the middle of the night. She had fallen asleep nestled between the wife and the dragon, so perhaps it was the heat of their bodies, or perhaps one of them had moved and disturbed her. Whatever the reason, the acolyte awoke to the feeling of arms flung around her chest, legs tangled with legs. The wife breathed deeply against her arm on one side. On the other, hot, slow breaths. A possessive hand over one breast.

Curious, the acolyte raised a hand to investigate what lay in the dragon's place. Had the priestess come to join them? But no--the acolyte felt hairy arms as she traced her touch up to a shoulder. She touched over a bearded chin, then tangled her fingers gently in long, thick hair--as long as a woman's.

The acolyte was well accustomed to fucking men, whether the priest of the temple or the village men, and was not alarmed or surprised to have one in bed with her. She was curious, however, as to who this was. She traced a careful finger over the man's face, feeling a strongly pointed nose.

The breathing of the man changed slightly; his pulse became a stronger thrum as he came out of sleep.

"Who are you?" the acolyte whispered.

She felt the man's throat bob as he swallowed. He sighed a hot breath through his nose. With a voice raspy from disuse, he said: "The dragon of the mountain, and your husband."

His tone held bitterness. The acolyte's heart fluttered. The man's nose pressed against her neck, and he gave another sigh, heat spreading down the acolyte's body. He was asleep again.

When the acolyte awoke again in the morning, the man was not there.

*

Once the wife and acolyte were washed and dressed for the morning, the brides explained all.

Several hundred years ago, the village had been poor. The farmers toiled in the rocks for meager returns each harvest. Mountain bandits had exacted a heavy tax on whatever crops managed to survive in the inhospitable ground. It so happened, in one of these desperate years, that a traveler passed through and witnessed the village's squalor.

The villagers were wary of him; he was not dressed in the style of their country, and carried with him many odd trinkets that might have been magical. But the traveler did not identify himself as a magician, and so the villagers were not sure what to make of him.

Drinking with the men one night, the traveler told them what their village needed.

The village men laughed uproariously. Ale sloshed over the sides of their cups.

"A dragon?" the men said. "The last thing we need is a dragon eating the goats and sheep."

But the traveler had explained: dragons were easy to control, if one only knew how. The presence of a magical beast on the mountain would refresh the land, enriching the soil and preventing bad storms. But dragons required payment for their benelovence. Only a failure of communication led to this tax being exacted through stolen livestock and burned buildings.

"A dragon must follow a contract, like most magical beasts," the traveler explained. "A levy of goats per year, for example. Or if you're smart, a bride every so often."

The village men balked at this idea as well. But the traveler waved away their shocked complaints.

"Imagine how docile your women will be if every ten years one is sacrificed to the dragon of the mountain," said the traveler. The men entertained this thought as the traveler continued, listening more with their cocks than with their minds. "The young women will be desperate to marry so that they will not be chosen. Every man in the village will have a young, eager bride. And if there aren't enough husbands to go around? What do you do with the rest of them?" The village men were held, silent, in this pause. "You terrify them with stories of the dragon's monstrous cock, then benevolently offer to train their bodies to take such an intrusion without pain. In short, you turn them into willing whores."

The traveler leaned back in his seat with a smug grin.

"This year, you have hungry children and watered down ale. Next year, a bountiful crop. The year after that, a crop of horny young wives and a brand new whorehouse."

The men considered the traveler's words. Many of them were unmarried, as they were too poor to support a family. The village was conservative and upright; no woman would sleep with them outside the contract of marriage. The traveler's grin widened at the sight of their hungry expressions.

"How about this," the traveler said. "I'll give you this tincture. If you decide you want a dragon to favor this village, pour the contents into the drink of the next stranger who passes through."

"And your payment?" one of the shrewder men asked.

"I'll return in a year's time. If I was right and the village has prospered, give me charge of the unmarried women."

One year passed, and the traveler returned at harvest-time to witness the unprecedented bounty. All over town, the women fawned over the men, searching for husbands before the dragon came to collect its bride. The traveler's predictions had come true. The village men had hosted a wandering beggar for a meal and fed him the tincture, just as the traveler had instructed. The next morning, the beggar had gone, but soon the village began to see evidence of a dragon living on the mountain. Bandits no longer plundered their storehouses, and the summer storms no longer flooded their fields.

The village men began to spread rumors of the dragon's fearsomeness. When a goat was stolen during lambing season, the village men explained that the dragon had demanded a bride be delivered to its cave at the time of the harvest. Their scam had worked out nicely. In the span of the year, all the unmarried men had wives. Only a few unmarried women were left to train into whores, and the traveler had returned to town to perform the feat himself. He returned to the village with all the ceremony of a priest. His slippery tongue convinced the women that with the harvest already begun, there was not much time left to train their bodies to receive the dragon. He spoke of forbidden pleasure that could only be unlocked with his help. This was not a lie--the traveler brought unknown erotic arts to the farming village that elicited screams of ecstasy from the whorehouse at all hours.

Well satsified by the traveler's training and the cocks of the village men, the happy whores attracted more unmarried women to their ranks each year. With every passing decade the whorehouse became deeper embroiled in ritual, until the whores became revered nuns devoted to sex. When the traveler died, the role of priest passed to another village elder. The village, in a matter of fifty years, had been utterly transformed, all memory of the way things used to be forgotten. And so it remained for the next three hundred years.

As for the dragon, he was the very same wyrm from three centuries ago. The traveling beggar who had been given the tincture did not age in that form, nor did he have control of his beastly impulses. Although dragons possessed great intellects, they were devious wyrms motivated by lust, and so each decade, the beast eagerly collected his new bride. Only for one hour, while the moon was directly overhead, did the dragon revert to its human form. And so the beggar had lived for three hundred years, unable to breach the contract the village had forced upon him and, for twenty-three hours of the day, unwilling to do anything except hunt lions and revel in his wealth of brides.

"And so you see now that we have a duty to slaughter every man in the village below," said the woman in her fifth decade. "If only, of course, we had a dragon whose contract had not been fulfilled for another ten years. I don't think the five of us are up for it without him."

The wife and the acolyte sat and considered the story. They felt the conflict of internal war. Their lot in life had been predetermined three hundred years ago by the men who had, in exchange for the village's prosperity, chosen to sacrifice the women in their village in perpetuity. All their lives, they had been raised for the pleasure and convenience of men, and they had come to enjoy it. It was difficult to imagine liking any alternative better, especially since they were the fortunate brides of the dragon. Theirs would be a charmed life in this quiet garden.

The first day was spent training the wife. The acolyte reserved her strength for her husband, but she watched as the priestess and the brides in their fourth and fifth decades stretched and fucked her. The wife was a naked, sweating mess, moaning and rocking on the dildos the brides eased inside her.

They focused on her ass, anxious that the wyrm would stick her there and hurt her. The wife grunted as she was pounded in that unfamiliar place, the oils leaking out of her hole with loud, lewd squelches. The priestess had strapped a dildo between her legs to do the job, and the wife lay sprawled atop another bride, the one in her fourth decade, as she received it, her head nestled in the bride's large breasts.

The bride shushed her and stroked her hair as the priestess fucked in and out of her asshole. The bride raised her leg under the wife, splitting her pussy lips open with her thigh. As the priestess fucked her, the wife humped the bride's leg, mouth hanging open in pleasure.

"That's it, there you go," the bride said. "You're doing so well."

The priestess changed to a larger dildo; in the respite, the wife rubbed herself down on the older bride's leg, whining pitifully. She only stopped when the larger cockhead began to ease inside her. The wife groaned deeply, legs starting to shake as she spread herself wide.

The priestess stroked down the wife's back as she swallowed more of the dildo inside her. The wife nuzzled the bride's breasts, open lips brushing over a nipple as the priestess elicited a moan.

The acolyte, meanwhile, performed her morning rites. She oiled her jade dildo and stretched first her cunt, then her asshole, listening to the pleasant sound of the wife's agonized moans. She stretched herself out on the soft grass near the cave entrance, loosening muscles that had tightened overnight.

Her cunt leaked juices all over her thighs as she listened to the wife howl in orgasm on the other side of the glen. The acolyte was eager to fuck her again. She salivated at the thought of the wife making those sounds as the acolyte thrust a dildo into her puffy, weeping pussy--perhaps with the giant jade dildo plunged inside the wife's ass. Later today, after the wife had rested, the acolyte would take her for a while.

The acolyte performed several stretches in her arms, legs, hips, and abdomen, all with the jade dildo buried in her ass to the base. She stretched both legs up over her head, groaning at the pleasurable stretch in her hips as her knees touched either side of her face.

A few feet away, the dragon emerged from the cave into the morning light. The acolyte finished her stretches, making her legs into a V in the air over her head and holding for a count of ten.

The dragon padded over to her. It breathed deeply of the sex-filled air, then released a stream of hot breath over her body.

The acolyte started to sit up. She wanted to take the dildo out of her ass before offering herself up to her dragon husband. She rolled onto her knees and reached behind her for the base of the dildo, her fingers grasping the cool stone and slowly pulling it out.

Abruptly, the dragon mounted her from behind, knocking her hand out of the way. The dragon's cock slipped over the acolyte's thighs as it searched for her pussy.

"Wait," the acolyte groaned, the heavy stone dildo hanging half outside of her ass, her rim fluttering over it. There wouldn't be enough room in her pussy if she didn't take it out first. The acolyte tried to reach behind her for the dildo, but with the dragon's weight pressing her down, she couldn't reach. Her fingers curled around empty air.

"Oh, Gods," she moaned. The tip of the dragon's cock had found her cunt. It plunged inside her unexpectedly tight hole; as it did, the dragon's scaly abdomen pressed down on the stone dildo, pushing it all the way back into her ass. The acolyte was skewered on both giant cocks at once, eyes rolling back in her head.

The dragon delighted in her tight hole, fucking into her at a hard pace. Each thrust struck the base of the stone dildo, creating the illusion that the beast was fucking her with two cocks. The acolyte howled and grunted like an animal. She panted, her tongue lolling from her mouth, as she came on the two giant cocks.

The dragon fucked her eagerly as her cunt squeezed around its cock, dragging the bulbed shape in and out. The acolyte's entire body convulsed under the dragon's weight, legs shaking, as her orgasm was dragged out for long minutes. The dragon fucked her harder, chasing release, teased by the contractions of the acolyte's cunt and the pressure of another firm cock on the other side of a fragile wall of flesh.

The acolyte wailed as both cocks plunged her fast and hard. Her legs gave out just before the dragon came; he thrust into her limp body for another minute, slamming into her, sending vibrations from her cunt and ass up through the rest of her body, before he spilled inside of her. The acolyte came again with the flood of seed, then lost awareness.

The acolyte came to in a new position, on the edge of a third orgasm. The dragon had flipped her onto her back, her legs over her head, and was pounding into her pussy. The acolyte had missed her chance to remove the dildo from her ass, so it continued to rock into her at the dragon's brutal pace. Dreamy-eyed, the acolyte watched her pussy swallow the dragon's giant girth. The wet squelch of the beast's cum being fucked into her sent her over the edge again, her pussy clinging to and squeezing the dragon's cock while her rim clenched over the jade dildo. Her whole body quaked with the intensity of the orgasm, jerking and rocking outside of her control, meeting each of the dragon's thrusts, until one of the larger bulbs at the base of the dragon's cock had breached her pussy. The acolyte hadn't thought it was possible to take any more girth; her legs trembled, split in a wide V over her head, as the dragon gleefully fucked the giant bulb in and out of her entrance. Her cunt spasmed over it as she kept on coming, body thrashing with pleasure. She could feel the tip of the dragon's cock prodding against her womb with each thrust. Then she felt the pulse of its release, burning hot as it flooded her.

Eventually the stone dildo slipped from her body, after the acolyte lost track of how many times the dragon had fucked her--it was either four or five. The dragon fucked her asshole for a while after that, eager to fit its entire cock inside her. The bulb at the base was as thick as the wife's thigh, but after hours of stretching, even that fit inside her easily. The acolyte came again and again as that last bulb fucked into her, well after she had gone limp in her legs and arms.

It had been morning when the dragon had begun, but by the time it had finished with her, the older brides were preparing the evening meal. The acolyte, covered head to toe in come, finally slid off the dragon's softening cock. She passed out with the cool wind of the early evening raising goosebumps on her skin.

She awoke as the sky was growing dark, clean and covered by a blanket. The wife sat nearby, panting quietly. The acolyte blinked the sleep from her eyes and silently turned to look at her.

The wife had cleaned and oiled the jade dildo, which she now squatted over, breathing heavily as she eased it into her ass. With a whine, her hole gradually swallowed the wide tip, then the wife sank down on the rest. She rocked on the dildo for a while, legs shaking like a new lamb's, until she came with a strangled sound. She breathed the acolyte's name as she lifted herself almost all the way off the dildo then plunged it back inside, panting and whining, until she made herself come again. The acolyte could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she watched the wife masturbate.

Eventually, the wife came to lay beside the acolyte. She snuggled under the blanket, thinking the acolyte was asleep, and breathed a long, deep breath of relief. The acolyte wrapped an arm around the wife's stomach and plunged her fingers into her sopping wet pussy. The wife gasped as the acolyte rolled on top of her, pressing her down into the grass with her weight. The wife arched her back up against the acolyte as the acolyte finger-fucked her, dragging slippery fingers over her clit.

"Fuck me with your fist," the wife whimpered. Her cunt was fluttery, on the edge of orgasm. The acolyte pushed down on the wife's shoulder blades, forcing her ass in the air, and pushed four fingers into her pussy from behind. The wife lowed as the acolyte fucked her hard with four fingers, then, keeping the wife on the precipice, eased in her thumb. She formed a fist inside the wife's cunt, and only then did she finally let the wife come.

The wife wailed and rocked in place as she came, fucking herself on the acolyte's fist. When she had started to come down, the acolyte moved inside her, making her howl, legs shaking. The acolyte fucked her harder, and when the wife came again, she squirted a stream of liquid from her cunt, rutting back against the fist and keening.

Gently, the acolyte removed her fist. The women held each other under the blanket, grass tickling their backs, while the wife caught her breath. The evening meal would be ready soon.

"Will you withstand it?" the acolyte asked her.

"Withstand what?" the wife asked. She nestled her head under the acolyte's chin.

"Being fucked from morning til dusk--and again all night. Every day for the next ten years." She strokes the wife's hair. "I was trained for it, ever since I entered the temple. But will you be alright?"

"I'm having my training now," the wife said. She paused. "The story the brides told was very awful, wasn't it? All of us were tricked into opening our cunts for the men of the town."

"I suppose so. Though I liked the temple."

"I didn't like my husband very much. I prefer you. And the dragon."

"And the other brides?" the acolyte asked, voice lilting up. "You made me jealous with how loud you were."

The wife buried her head in the acolyte's chest.

"Yes," the wife said. "I like it very much here."

"Tonight, if the dragon comes, I want to see it fuck your ass."

The wife whimpered in pleasure at the idea. They whispered to each other for a while longer, until dinner was announced. The other brides could see their cunts, wet with come, as they came to sit by the fire, but this was not worth comment on the dragon's mountain.

The dragon came again at night to fuck its new brides, and every day for ten years did it follow the same pattern. It roamed the mountain, fighting lions and frightening brigands away from the village below, then returned to rut until it had satisfied itself. The wife and the acolyte did their chores with come leaking down their thighs, weak in the legs from their hard fucking that morning. The dragon returned to fuck them in the afternoon, and again when they had laid down in the cave at night.

The wife and acolyte lived in a state of erotic bliss for ten years. When they finally began to grow weary of the dragon's stamina, a girl appeared at the mouth of the dragon's cave, eyes wide as she watched the dragon sheathing itself inside the slender wife on the cool stone.

The new bride gasped as a half-dressed woman appeared beside her at the mouth of the cave. She recognized the woman as the acolyte who'd been chosen ten years ago, when the new bride was still a child. She was the youngest bride to be chosen in living memory, only nineteen. She had never intended to enter the temple, but her family had been pressuring her to marry a repulsive man--all because he was an influential town elder.

The new bride had only entered the temple to avoid the marriage--only to have her would-be husband fuck her every night she was scheduled to collect temple donations. The new bride had only been a temple acolyte for one year when she was chosen in the lottery.

She had wondered, as she climbed the mountain with the ceremonial dildos that she couldn't even fit inside her, if the lottery had been rigged. Her would-be husband had liked to tell her, with his balls slapping against her pussy, that he wouldn't be fucking her like a whore if she had only agreed to be his wife, but that he was going to make sure she got the life that she had asked for. The new bride could only moan as the town elder pounded her brutally to orgasm.

As she watched a woman even smaller than herself take the dragon's giant cock, she felt the acolyte slide her hands inside her dress. The acolyte caressed the bride's breasts until the bride was breathing heavily, wetness seeping down her legs.

"You're so small," the acolyte said.

The new bride shuddered as the acolyte's fingers slid inside her. She worked two in and out, but struggled to fit three. The acolyte clicked her tongue.

"The priest hadn't started my temple training yet," the new bride admitted. "I only worked collecting donations. I was only there for a year."

"A year? You still should have been trained, unless they changed the rules."

The new bride sighed. It seemed more and more likely that her would-be husband, influential as he was, had organized everything so that she would not only be selected to be the dragon's next bride, but that she would be unprepared for the duty and torn limb from limb. He really was a disgusting man. Despite everything, she was more glad than ever that she'd refused to marry him.

At the cave entrance, the wife slid from the dragon's still-hard cock. She collapsed into a moaning heap on the ground as the tip sprang free of her cunt. The new bride gasped. The dragon's cock was enormous. It would never fit inside her. She'd die first.

"I won't let him hurt you," the acolyte said. "Come on, let's enjoy him." The acolyte pulled her fingers from the new bride's cunt, then whistled three notes at the approaching dragon.

The dragon rolled onto its side, blinking calmly at both of them. The new bride stared at its leaking cock, the massive, throbbing bulbs.

"Lie down with me," the acolyte said. She guided the wife down, then lay on top of her, stomach to stomach. She ground her cunt down against the new bride's, and the new bride groaned as a fire of need erupted inside her. The acolyte's touch was more erotic than anything the bride had experienced in the temple. The acolyte rubbed their clits together until the new bride began to eagerly roll her hips up to meet her--then the acolyte whistled softly.

The dragon approached while the acolyte ground down, making a mess out of both of them as they leaked pussy juices against one another. The new bride thought that the acolyte was offering her own ass to the dragon, sparing the new bride. But then the dragon slotted its cock in between their two pussies. It began to fuck their sweaty, slick stomachs like one big cunt. The new bride spread her legs as the cum-slick bulbs rubbed up and down between her lips. The acolyte rode down on the cock from above, letting the force of the dragon's thrusts slide her body up and down the new bride's. Their breasts rubbed together, sliding easily with the dragon's come coating their chests and stomachs. The dragon began to fuck them harder, and new bride came harder than she'd ever come before, harder than she'd come the first time she'd been penetrated by two men at once while collecting temple donations. The new bride moaned as her clit throbbed, her whole body being jerked as the dragon rutted her into the ground.

Being the dragon's bride might not be so bad. The dragon came, a series of pulses that coated the new bride's chest and stomach like glaze on a cake. The new bride caught her breath, still throbbing from the best orgasm of her life, when the dragon's cock slipped out from between their two bodies.

It shoved back in, but the spear-shaped tip entered the new bride's pussy. She gasped as the largest cock she'd ever taken thrust into her all at once. Then the bulbs began to fuck in and out of her, squelching and erotic, and her mind went blank with pleasure. The acolyte played with her clit, and it was only a few tight thrusts before the new bride came again, squeezing the dragon's cock inside her and loosening herself up to be fucked more deeply. She wailed as she was pounded, unable to stop one orgasm from running into the next.

"We've got you," the acolyte said gently. "You're alright now."

"Yes, yes," the new bride wailed, thrusting back down onto the dragon's cock, her hips jerking out of her control as another orgasm broke over her. She moaned through every slap of their bodies together. The acolyte was on all fours above her, large breasts colliding with the new bride's as the dragon jostled them together.

When the dragon filled the new bride with a load of its come, the acolyte eased its cock inside her own pussy to allow the new bride to catch her breath. Come streamed out of her onto the grass.

"Oh Gods, it's amazing," she groaned. Each pulse of her pussy released a new river of come. Above her, the acolyte was taking a fresh pounding, her face contorted with transcendent pleasure.

And so the contract was passed on to the next bride, and the village at the bottom of the mountain continued in prosperity for another ten years.