In the bathhouse

You are in town between adventures, blowing off some steam and trying to wash the weeks of cum, blood, and dirt off of your rippling, perfect body. You just finished with your bath and you’re sitting in the sauna getting sucked off by a frankly pretty average looking bath attendant, a woman in her thirties. She’s enthusiastic though, which is what counts. Her head bobs between your thighs as you trade war stories with an older veteran adventurer, who has a very pretty slut between his enormous ham-hock thighs doing her best to cover his forearm sized cock with her little pink tongue. A couple other civilian guys sit around in the sauna, listening intently and jacking off.

With his one remaining heavy hand on the back of the bath attendant’s head, he laments about the one broad he was never able to fuck; a dragon-woman who lives on the top of the highest mountain in the region, allegedly on a huge pile of gold and diamonds, to boot.

Reminiscing so makes him speed up his pace, thrusting into the throat of his attendant and making her gag. He explodes deep in her throat, pulling out with a “pop!” and causing cum droplets to spray everyone in the room, which causes a bit of a chain reaction, and shortly thereafter streams of cum are flying through the air, crossing, colliding, and coating just about every surface, including your face. So much for a bath.

You chalk up the story about a dragon to a horny old man’s daydream and head out of the sauna for a quick dip in an ice bath.

As you towel down and get dressed again, you can’t help ponder it. Of course you’d heard legends of the dragon-woman since you were just starting to go on fuck adventures, but hearing it from someone so clearly battle-scarred put a new light on it.