To The City

The man's hands gripped your waist tightly as you gyrated, the wagon bouncing on the rocky road. "I can't believe I'm fucking a dragon," he murmured between gasps. You giggled.

It didn't take long for him to orgasm and soften, and you laid on top of his warm form hoping for more.

"We're approaching the city gates," shouted one of the bandits. He peeked over the the boxes on the wagon. "Get your dick out of the dragon and hide it, fool!"

He quickly put his member back in his pants and jumped up, leaving you with a small feeling of longing. "Um!" He looked around the wagon filled with crates and rags. He took a bundle of rags and threw it on top of you. "Hide!"

You buried yourself in the blankets like earlier, trying to make sure none of you was exposed. "Uhh, the tail," said one of the bandits.

Stupid tail. You were too aroused to keep it down. You tugged it inside the rags.

A few minutes later, you heard some voices conversing outside and the sound of doors opening. The wagon made it inside the city, you figured.

You started to peek out from the blankets when you felt hands on top of your head. "Stay down!"

You waited in the blankets. Muffled voices and all sorts of smells made your way toward you. A strange feeling of unease crept into you as you realized you were in the heart of the human city, surrounded by countless.

Why did you agree to come? Why was a proud dragon being smuggled into a human city like an exotic animal?

You felt a little bit of liquid seep out from your slit, and you bit your lips to suppress a squeak. That was why. Because you were a slut.

It was embarrassing, you told yourself as your crept a hand toward your legs. Oh, oh... so embarrassing.

You realized the wagon came to a stop. Arguing voices surrounded the wagon. You perked an ear to hear.

"Why would you need to see the Archmage? No invitation, no writ of approval from the King, no entry! Now begone or my guards will let you, fools!"

This 'archmage' must be the dragon researcher they mentioned... perhaps he could help you with your... condition. A proud drake being this slutty was certainly not normal.

You rose from the rags and looked around. The wagon had stopped in front of a fortified manor, the gate surrounded by several guards, hands on their sword hilts.

They were all staring at you. The man who spoke before stepped forward, drawing his sword. "You brought a dragon into the city?"

The large bandit stuttered in his reply. "It, it was a g-gift! For the archmage!"

The guard laughed. "A gift? It is illegal to bring a live dragon, captive or not, into Arelden. Did you think you would get a hefty reward for this crime? Guards, arrest these men!"

The guards stepped forward with their swords drawn. One of the bandits drew his knife, only to immediately be impaled by an arrow. The rest of the bandits were promptly taken away. Meanwhile, you sat on top of the wagon, unsure of what to do as you watched them escorted away.

Should you run? Breathe some fire, scare them away? You glanced at the crossbowmen at the parapet. Could those arrows penetrate your scales?

"Captain, what do we do with the, um, dragon," said one of the guards.

"Hold your fire, men," said the captain. "Notify the archmage at once. This is a dangerous creature that cannot be trifled with."

You smiled with pride. "Can it understand us?"

You hissed. The guard next to the captain jumped and tripped backward. You snickered. "It would seem so," said the captain.

Laying backward on the wagon, you looked up at the sky. You were a little scared, but you tried to hide it. Here you were, in the middle of the human city, surrounded by crossbows and swords, waiting to see some mysterious dragon researcher.

You squeezed your legs together as you remembered exactly how that occurred. It was your choice to be brought here, you figured.

And you hoped that this researcher could tell you why exactly you were so... consumed by your desires, so to speak.

"The archmage!"

You rose and looked at the manor gate, now open. A wizened old man with a ragged gray beard strolled out. All the guards formed a protective cordon around him.

"Have no fear, Captain..." choked out the archmage, in a voice aged by a hundred years. He slowly turned his head upward to look at you, and his eyes widened.

"Why, what scales..." he said, as he pressed a pair of spectacles toward his eyes. "And so very young." He reached his arm toward you shakily. "Please, drake, come with me. I have much experience with your kind."

You glanced around to see another cordon of guards behind you. You were proud that the humans were so scared of you, but you had no other options.

You jumped down from the wagon, startling the guards into gripping their weapons. "No," said the old man, "it is fine, captain."

He reached his hand toward you. "Come, come," he nodded. You stepped forward, guards watching you like a hawk, and wrapped your fingers around his old hand. You frowned as you realized how small your hand was compared to his. Even with his age, he was taller than you.

The two of you slowly walked through the cordon of soldiers. "I shall be fine, Captain, call off the guard," said the old man before looking at you. He smiled, "I have a theory about those scales of yours. I have only seen such a thing once before."

You wondered what exactly he meant by that. Still, you entered the manor with him.