A Dragon

A great red beast loomed over Xalendra in the darkness of a warm, warm dungeon; soot-dark scales glistening crimson in the candlelight and a pair of scarlet serpent-eyes glowing alike. There was beauty in the beast's bearing, but it was an evil one—oppressive as the heat that was producing a sheen of sweat across the princess' bare form.

Panting, Xalendra struggled from her supine position, flat upon a bench that held an iron grip on her limbs. It was to no avail, however, and with each of those limbs splayed out to present her naked body to the Dragon she was helpless to hold back its encroaching head.

But as that reptilian face came creeping closer it seemed to transform in the firelight. Scales slid into skin, fair and feminine features fading into their place; a once-jagged crown falling away into long, ebony locks. Though the Dragon had changed into a woman, its beastly red eyes remained, and they were fixed upon Xalendra's own as it bore down upon her exposed flesh.

Her breaths came faster, every inch of her body tingling in the heat. All she could do was watch as the Dragon leaned down to plant its claws to either side of her waist and lower its bared teeth to her slick, skittish stomach. Her voice was a whimper elicited at a feverish pricking in her every nerve, but when its mouth reached her skin, all that threatened her was the tip of a long, forked tongue.

Gently, excruciatingly, the Dragon dragged its serpentine course across her body, a tantalizing trail that twisted down her stomach and between her legs. Xalendra gasped a heated breath as that dexterous length of living lava delved inside her, filling her insides with a burning that terrified... and thrilled her.

The heat grew, and grew, as the princess felt her body burn up so hot that it started to feel... good. The fire between her legs was a tingling spark of pleasure, threading its way deep into her quim. Deeper than she thought possible, like a breath of beautiful flame stoking her lust.

Xalendra's voice was a discordant song of rapture between ebbing gasps and sighs. She'd never before experienced such sensations of ecstasy in her life. As the fire burned to its hottest and her pleasure rose to a crescendo, the dream-like nightmare threatened to break apart at the seams...