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cave floor bones.

The maiden laid with the dragon for three days and three nights.


She had been a human sacrifice to the monster that was destroying the village. A horrifying and beautiful dragon, the color of an open gash. A glistening, gleaming wound. Large disc-like scales thicker than bone or even iron. He moved with slow, slinkiness. A grace not often found in non-feline beasts.

With his forked tongue pressed against her skin, he lisped out words. Blood, meat, bones, flesh. She whimpered as his tongue scratched away layers of her skin, leaving heat blisters on her like territorial markings. His eyes were bright and colorless, and she couldn't look anywhere else.

'You belong to me now' he wheezed.