The Luckiest Dragon

[polecat 246]

Hello. I'd like to introduce myself. I am Reginald. I'm clever, witty, and quite handsome (or at least I think so). And oh yes, one other thing - I'm a dragon. More correctly, I should say I 'was' a dragon. I am writing this long before you were born. I would venture to say it is long before your grandparents were born. As I look down across the meadow to the nearby village I see a simpler time than I can imagine by time these words are read. A most beautiful and somewhat magical time.

My village (actually not mine per se but the humans') is not more than a cluster of log built homes with roofs made of grasses from the meadow. Each one has a chimney from which smoke puffs out. I think the smoke is what attracted me to the village, being a dragon and such.

The people in my time are interesting yet somewhat queer. The men seem to enjoy dressing in suits of shiny metal and prancing about on their steeds while bearing heavy looking long poles. That's what I had thought but I am having my doubts about them enjoying these practices. I am leaning toward the idea that they are perpetually afraid. Afraid of men from other villages and even more afraid of my relatives.

We will leave the men to their devices - this story is not really about them but it is about the ladies. It is particularly about the young maidens. Oh I do so take interest in them. They have gorgeous soft looking skin and long silky hair, most of them. They wear the most beautiful dresses and at the time of this writing, something you will eventually call knickers is centuries from being invented.

Why would this be so important to me? Well simply that I have shall we say a 'low profile.' More accurately, I am built closer to the proportions of my cousin Komodo and farther from the stature of my tall winged relatives. As you are probably starting to surmise, my compact nature places me at hem level of my favorite class of humans... the maidens.

From down here I see all kinds of things... beautiful, wonderful, amazing things. I constantly get glances of their long creamy thighs and the little magical area between them. I so like viewing this and do so whenever I get the chance. These maidens are not, like the silly men, afraid of me. They have come to adore me for a number of reasons and that is what this tale is about.

The girls are in the meadow and in the forest on a near continual schedule. They come to my domain to gather wood and berries and also to bathe their tender bodies as well as to tend to other needs not fulfilled by something that in time would be called 'indoor plumbing.'  

I do love sharing the meadow and forest with these delectable young ladies. They make being a dragon something that is incredible.

One thing I should at this point mention is a special attribute that makes me stand out from other dragons in a wonderful way. My being short and not having fiery breath and long leathery wings like my brethren, is more than compensated by my being endowed with a very long, nimble and sensitive tongue. That is my blessing and for it I am ever so thankful. This is no doubt one of the things the maidens are attracted to. I don't fret over the possibility of them shallowly gravitating to me because of this freakish trait. I actually don't care why they love me but am elated that they do.

Let's go back to the beginning of my wondrous times with these lovely creatures. The first heavenly moment I recall was as follows: I laid at one particular maidens feet as she sat on a tree stump pulling stems from cherries. She was softly humming a hypnotizing and enchanting tune. As she hummed she was sliding her pretty feet back and forth on my back - unconsciously keeping rhythm to her tune. It had a mesmerizing effect on me and without knowing I was even doing it, I turned my head and gently licked her toes then feet and ankles with my talented dragon tongue. It went no further than that this glorious day but she sent clear unmistakable signs that she enjoyed this soft massage while she massaged my back.

She was the first maiden who showed no fear of me back then. I should remember her name but am ashamed to say I do not. My debt to her is so monumental as she
is the soul who made the other girls realize I was not a symbol of fear and they all came to love me in short time.

My benefactor had undoubtedly relayed our brief experience on the stump to some of the other girls. I surmise this because they would nonchalently put themselves in positions which lead to my licking their feet and ankles as they sat above me. The game play slowly got a bit bolder with them inching their tender bodies closer to me as I licked so that I would be licking higher and higher up their calves and then their knees.

One day as I was laying at a maiden's feet licking her to euphoria, she stood up, straddled me, raised her hem and sat down with her legs on either side of my back. She was gently rocking back and forth rubbing her tender thighs on my sides. This got my lava flowing and I responded by reaching my tongue back and softly lapping her sweet thighs. In just a minutes time she raised herself slightly, took the tip of my tongue with her hand and slid it under her warm spot, sitting herself down on it. I obliged her with long licks to her most sensitive place. As this intensified, she clenched my body between her legs and shivered, sending a small spurt of warm, delicious juice down my tongue. At this instant, my lava erupted like a grand volcano and we both lay motionless for 3 or 4 minutes.

These games with the girls were at first a bit secretive as they seemed shy about the others knowing what they did. They would corner me one at a time with no others present. In not much time however, all knew of these games and they became more open.

They learned that my tongue had numerous uses for their pleasure and convenience. One spring morn as they played in the meadow one girl, interestingly named 'Innocence'
left the group by just a few yards, squatted down and had a pee. She then, in full view of the others, spun and pranced toward me, raising her skirt as she walked. She stopped right in front of me and playfully asked "Can you help dry this, kind sir?"

I eagerly obliged her and tasted for the first time, sweet maiden pee. I took great care to get every drop off of her loveliness, undoubtedly putting more effort than was necessary. Innocence did not mind. Her eyes got glossy and she breathed heavily as I lapped and lapped. Again I must confess, my lava let go. I had never had this feel or this taste and I wanted it badly... whenever I could get it.

In time the girls had 'chores' for me to perform. As they left the pond from bathing they would stand in front of me and ask me to dry their body with my more than grateful dragon tongue. I took my chores quite seriously and never rushed or hurried the tasks. The girls did not even seem to mind waiting in the line that formed at bathing times. I never missed a single inch of their tender loveliness.

They had a game in which they held hands in a circle and danced. I had been assigned a very special role in this game. As each one danced over me they all would stop and give my tongue an opportunity to taste their wonderful juices. I think anticipation of the game brought out an unusual amount of their sticky maiden honey. I would not complain about that. I relished it. The more we played the game the slower it played out. They would stop and hover for long times rather than the few seconds as when the game first was invented. Many times, girls would have orgasms before moving and allowing the next to enjoy my talents. This game let me hone my skills even further and I acquired the
oh so valuable talent of being able to make many of these girls ejaculate, sending bursts of their sweet nectar onto my ecstatic tongue.

After Innocence had broken the ground that she had trodden, others came to me pleadingly whenever they had a pee to be carefully and lovingly wiped dry with the  best 'towel' in the village... my eager tongue.

Innocence seemed to get a bit jealous at the other girls getting my attention every time they peed and her envy caused her to enable her defensive strategy for the purpose of remaining my first as well as my favorite. Without letting any other girls know, she would not pee completely when she squatted but hold some back. She would afterward finish her pee on my lucky tongue in little spurts as I lapped her lovingly. We  perfected this into our secret game that we could play in full view of the others while they had no idea of our private game.

When we were alone, Innocence loved to lift her dress and let me wrap my tongue around and around her delicious thighs. The length of my tongue permitted me to encircle
her sweet flesh 3 or 4 times, before resting the tip against her warm damp heavenly opening. She rewarded my efforts by peeing on the tip of my awaiting tongue in tiny spurts for me to savor. She knew this way of making the game last drove me wild and Innocence loved to make me happy by taking a few full entrancing minutes to tease me with her sweet warm pee.

Innocence, as cunning as she was, also discovered that a dragon's long tongue with the end split like a pitchfork, could be in two places at once. She managed to convey this idea to me in a quite deliberate way, that threw subtlety out the window. My first lesson was when she stood above me with her legs wide apart. As I extended my obedient tongue to her nether lips she forced herself downward causing my one tip of my tongue to thrust deep inside her hole. She grasped the other tip and guided it to her other hole then help 'teach' it what to do by drawing circles aroung her bottom with it. Being a very intuitive dragon, I gently but firmly introduced my second tongue tip into her rearward hole, whilst lapping her more forward one with the other tip. Innocence went into a frenzy and unintentionally augmented her powerful orgasm by losing control and peeing madly and completely on my lucky tongue. We played this game frequently from then on because it drove us both to a froth.

I'm certain that Innocence did not herself tell the other maidens about this newfound talent of mine because she wanted this all to herself. But the other girls did come to realize that my tongue could be utilized very eficiently if done right. One day while drying a maiden who just emerged from the river, another girl forced her way between us and pulled my recipient tightly against her own body, kissing her passionately on the lips. She pressed her pelvis against the other girl and started grinding while sliding her dripping wet breasts against those of the girl. Their enchanted places were inches away from each other's so it was quite simple for me to please the two simultaneously as they slid their bodies against each other. My eruption on this day was amplified by them both having shivering orgasms together at my touch.

During festivals and feasts the maidens were thankfully seated together at a long table far from the men's table. They always insisted on a long table cloth and the men did not even think twice about it. I would sneak from the forest edge to their table and make my way down the entire length, stopping to pleasure each one of my adored friends. Innocence would always have a little drink for me and I always anticipated it and sipped it eagerly from her fountain.

So my days went like I described. The girls paid very special attention to me and allowed me to fondle their soft bodies inch by inch and when I was alone with Miss Innocence, my sessions would end with my tongue in the places where it was happiest, coaxing her to unforgettable orgasms and creating eruptions of my own lava that weakened my scrawny little dragon knees.

This my friends is why I was the luckiest dragon... no, the luckiest creature on this Earth. And I possessed the happiest organ on Earth. A nimble, talented tongue of nearly
two metres which was perpetually coated with the warm viscous syrup that the maidens from the local village so graciously surrendered.

[spywareonya 37,913]

@polecat

HOLY SHIT

 

Not a fan of this kind of stuff usually, but it's written in a Majestic way and it never bores nor degenerates into NERD attitude

 

Kudos!!! I am happy to be the first to like and reply to it!!!

[Alfresco 10,989]

I want to be a dragon!!

That was brilliant.  Well written and a completely new perspective.

[Peefreak99 3,703]

14 hours ago, spywareonya said:

@polecat

HOLY SHIT

 

Not a fan of this kind of stuff usually, but it's written in a Majestic way and it never bores nor degenerates into NERD attitude

 

Kudos!!! I am happy to be the first to like and reply to it!!!

Good writing is the key to a great story😉 well done @polecat

[wetwulf 3,183]

A very original and clever idea for a story.

[spywareonya 37,913]

On ‎4‎/‎5‎/‎2019 at 11:40 AM, Alfresco said:

I want to be a dragon!!

Little nerd confession?

I Always wanted myself!!!

Female huge dragon, partecipating in a siege against some tyrant, and PISSING unto bad soldiers HAHAHAHAHAHAH