Xianyu gave a long, breathy sigh and shook his muzzle a little, waving a paw idly through the air for emphasis, his tail giving a slow flick. "I did not make the rules. It is one virgin, of age, or nothing." He said bluntly to the village elder standing before him. Far from being an imposing dragon, Xianyu was barely five feet tall at the shoulder, with a l...
This story is based on reality with a few twists to add spice and juice it up. It contains bondage, Domination, submission, spanking, oral and penetrative sex, mind games, abuse, non-consensual sex, redemption and healing. Nothing loath, my dear readers, but some elements may be beyond what some consider BDSM, and if you do feel this exceeds the boundaries,...
The Emerald Scholar's Book for Lovers - Stories from Bedo Street Chapter 1: The Telling of the Dragon's Game My name is Azel Fairbanks, also known in some circles as the Emerald Scholar. I have gained a reputation for writing stories about the interactions between my own human race and the magically inclined flying beasts known as dragons. Sometimes I writ...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, sucked an annoyed breath through her teeth as she gazed ahead of her. Her path was completely blocked by a rockslide. She would need to find another way around and the sun was already beginning to lower in the sky. She had already lost time earlier in the day trying to cross a river (and then drying off when it didn't go...
Jennifer did not believe in dragons. After all, it had been years since anybody in the village even thought about dragons. Between taking care of the little cottage and the book store, Jennifer's life was full. Jennifer had inherited the store from her father, an errant knight who retired after having been accused of fixing a jousting match. Never proven,...
At first there seemed to be nothing in the cave but an impenetrable gloom, but then she saw the eyes: bright golden yellow eyes like two lanterns shining in the darkness. And then the dragon moved forwards into the light, his talons clicking on the rock floor, his huge, lean but powerful body with its glittering armour of blood-red scales seeming to material...
(feel free to add) In a fantasy land, there is a tradition to have the daughters of Kings and noblemen live in castles guarded by dragons. Anyone brave enough and skilled enough can earn the title of knight. Once they have this title they are deemed worthy of taking on the challenge of rescuing a "princess" from a dragon. The dragons come in all sh...
Hooves sounded on the cobblestone road, each step shaking the rider and making the metal of his armor jingle. A knight, whose shimmering armor could be seen glinting in a distance from the light of the sun, was making his way through what looked like a war-torn countryside. His helmet's visor hid the grimace on his face as he rode by burning buildings and ch...
Looking over the fields below, the morning sun lighting the carnage from last night's battle with the dragon armies of the Madarian Empire, Khelvan heaved a tired sigh. The wars had been going on longer than anyone could remember, the reasons for the war long since forgotten but the boiling hate between the two powerful nations enduring. The humans had sent...
The ragged cliffs struck the sky, breaking it apart in a stormy, grey cloud that was said to herald one's ultimate demise. If it had been a true omen, ravens would have cawed and flapped across it, disturbing the dark glamour with their raggedness, but Xigfeldo was the true omen and portent of death on the face of the cliff, stones crumbling away as he hung...