Escape

You crawled out from the blankets, and crept past the bandit's tent. Once you were behind it, you dashed toward the ledge, using your wings to give a boost as you jumped up.

With some effort, you slid past the ledge and began your journey back to your cavern. You almost thought you forgot your way back amongst the rocky mountain terrain, but you eventually found the opening again.

After crawling into the nook in the back, you took a deep breath and reflected on the events that had occurred the previous day.

You tried not to think of the... specifics of the event, but a familiar feeling in your loins evoked a tumble of memories.

The ecstatic feelings you were assaulted by as you enjoyed the meat; the enigmatically exciting taste as you serviced the bandits—

Almost involuntarily, your scaled hand rubbed the outside of your wetness, and you stuttered a moan. The warm feeling of the human slamming into your backside, it all came back, hot and intense and... awfully embarrassing.

You gasped as your finger made its way inside, and you rubbed your flagging tail against the stone wall. This was no position for a dragon to be, at the mercy of her desires, pleasuring herself to images of service to humans.

Something about it all—the shame, the embarrassment, the image of your submissiveness—you felt yourself back there again, pleasure at its apex, and you nearly lost your mind with the jolt of bliss that hit you.

You huffed and slumped down, melting into the floor with laziness and pleasure. Your head resting on the wall, you timidly removed your hand and examined the wetness that covered your scaly hand.

A feeling of guilt washed over you. What were you doing? You were a dragon, proud and fearsome, and you were sitting here and...

You shook your head. Don't think about it. Don't think...

A tingle emerged from your mound, and your hand shot down there once again.

You needed help.