Lady Iribeth walked down the ridge, towards the town of Haven. The strong, armour-clad young woman with short brown hair and a sword across her back was on the hunt for a fearsome dragon that was rumoured to be antagonizing the area, but for now she needed a place to stay before nightfall. She walked past the farmland and the stable, towards the town entrance, and saw something that made her double-take.

Two people, a man and a woman, completely naked, openly making out with each other next to a building. Barely hidden from prying eyes as they groped each other. Iribeth watched them for a moment before she continued on her way, shaking her head at how depraved some people can be. Sure, not everyone was dedicated to their faith like she was, but people should able to control their sexuality and not do such depraved things in public. The knight was interrupted from her thoughts as a young woman approached her. Short, with long brown hair, and completely naked.

"Greetings! Welcome to Haven, you must be new!" She beamed, extending a hand in greeting. Iribeth was startled for a moment, but remembered her decorum.

"Greetings. I am Lady Iribeth, hailing from the Southern Kingdom, I require a place of rest for the evening. Is there a tavern nearby?" She asked, shaking the woman's hand.

"Of course! The Open Arms, down the street and around the corner. You can't miss it!" She pointed as she gave instructions. Iribeth thanked her and continued walking, trying to put the casual nudity out of her mind.

Rounding the corner, she entered the tavern to be greeted by the smell of fresh food and the sight of more naked townsfolk. Cursing under her breath, she headed to the bar, which was manned by a tall, buxom barmaid, who leaned forwards to greet the knight.

"Welcome to the Open Arms! How can I help you?" She greeted Iribeth with a warm smile.

"A drink and a room for the night, please." The Lady responded, rather tersely. She wanted to be out of this weird town as quickly as possible.

"Of course! First room on the left upstairs. Ale, wine, or milk?" The barmaid asked. Iribeth paused.

"You serve milk here?" She asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Yes! Straight from the source!" She groped one of her tits to illustrate her point.

Iribeth blinked.

"Just ale. How much?" She responded, choosing to breeze past the implication and not ask any further questions.

"Oh, no charge! In Haven, we love and support each other any way we can, without having to block our niceties behind wealth." The barmaid explained, still smiling wide.

"Really? The whole town doesn't use coin?" Iribeth answered, incredulous.

"Of course! If you need anything from anyone, be it supplies, food or pleasure, just ask politely and I'm sure the townsfolk would be happy to provide!" She stated, whilst pouring Iribeth's ale. The knight chose to stick to her drink and not ask another question. Taking a seat and sipping, she focused on mumbling a quiet prayer to herself, to keep her distracted from the ongoing mystery of this perverted town. She was interrupted by the door opening, another one of the townsfolk entering the tavern.

She watched as this man went to the bar and made his order. It became abundantly clear what he'd ordered when the woman behind the bar leaned forward and pushed one of her nipples into his mouth, and he began to suckle. Iribeth simple stared as the barmaid leaned her head back and moaned, stroking his hair and encouraging him before he finally pulled back. She quickly looked away as the barmaid looked over, and shifted in a seat that had suddenly become a little less comfortable. Disgusted by what she'd seen, Iribeth downed the rest of her drink and headed upstairs to a room.

That night, as Lady Iribeth slept, images played across her mind. Images of intimacy, of sexuality, of the people and things she'd seen today. The feeling of being pushed against a wall, and kissed so deeply and passionately like she'd seen on her way in. The next moment, the person kissing her was the barmaid, and the knight found herself kneeling to take a mouthful of nipple, to suckle hungrily, feeling sweet milk flow down her throat. The images and feelings swirled into each other, a collage of blurry eroticism in her head.

Finally, the image cleared and she found herself in a clearing, in the middle of a forest. A beautiful blue sky above, bright green grass below, and vibrant flowers around her. It took her a moment to realise she was sat totally naked, no equipment, armour or weapons in sight. She felt hands roaming her body, running over her thick thighs and taut muscles, each touch making her squirm and moan. She felt so deeply connected to the world around her, to the people next to her that were making her feel good. As fingers found her clit, and a hand fondled one of her breasts, she heard thumping footsteps from the forest ahead. Peeking between the trees, she saw the head of an ancient dragon, scales of purest white and eyes of deepest blue.

She woke suddenly, finding that those hands she had felt were her own. Getting up out of bed, she immediately realised how deeply wet she was. She stood still for a few seconds, balling her fists and steadying her breathing to try and ward off some of the mounting arousal, but it didn't work. Frustrated, she got herself dressed and armoured, resisting the temptation to touch herself, and headed downstairs to see if food would help clear her head.

After asking the barmaid for breakfast (keeping the conversation as short as possible), Lady Iribeth sat at a table and muttered a quick prayer under her breath. She was almost immediately distracted by a couple passionately kissing, just in her peripheral vision. The knight watched as the woman's hand drifted down over his abs and found his hard cock, starting to stroke up and down.

As Iribeth watched, the woman straddled the man, and his throbbing dick slipped inside her pussy. She started to bounce up and down, moaning as he gripped her hips, openly fucking in the tavern. She moved faster, squirming her hips and riding him, clinging close to his body. He grunted and groaned, burying his face in her neck and kissing, eliciting more moans from her. As his grunting and groaning picked up, she slid herself all the way down on his thick member and whispered in his ear. He threw his head back in orgasm, bucking his hips as he shot his load deep into her. The pair of them stayed in that position, just cuddling each other with his cock still buried inside her.

Iribeth was snapped back to herself by a bowl of food being placed in front of her by the barmaid. "Enjoying the show?" She asked the Lady, who had to try a few times to get her mouth to say proper words.

"I-I wasn't..." Was all she managed to get out, her head swimming, looking up at the barmaid and trying so hard not to stare at her nice full tits.

"You were moaning loud enough. If you're all pent up from travelling, I don't mind helping you out, you know." She offered, and it took great effort for Iribeth to shake her head.

"N-no, I'm fine..." She replied, trying to wave the barmaid away. The woman shrugged and left Iribeth alone with her food.

She tried so hard to concentrate on her food, on her prayer, on her breathing to keep the sinful perverted thoughts out of her mind, but she kept coming back to the things she'd seen. She finished her food and stumbled out of the tavern, distracted by the heat between her legs. She made her way through the town, avoiding eye contact with any of the other townsfolk.

As she walked, she came across a little shop with potions on display outside the window. Realising it was an apothecary, Iribeth headed inside, where she was greeted by a curvy older woman with long red hair behind a counter.

"Greetings, welcome to Rianna's Pots and Potions, how can I help you?" She asked, smiling warmly. Iribeth rapidly blinked as she realised she was looking at the woman's pretty breasts instead of her face and corrected herself.

"I can't f-focus, I feel so..." She didn't dare say the word, as if it was a curse in and of itself, so the herbalist finished her sentence.

"Horny?" Rianna laughed softly in a voice that made the knight shiver. "Don't worry, I understand. I have something that might help, give me a minute." She turned and headed into the back, and came back with a small green potion, which she handed to Iribeth. She hesitated for a moment, not really trusting anything from Haven, but realised she didn't have any other choice and drank it. It didn't take long for it to start working, clearing some of the fog in her head and dulling her arousal a little.

"That's... that's better. Thank you." She steadied her breathing and put the empty vial on the counter. "But, I have to ask, why is this town... like this? Why do I feel this way?" She asked.

"To put it simply, darling, it's because of the dragon." Rianna answered, taking Iribeth aback. "I'm sure you've heard of fire dragons having their lairs in active volcanoes, or frost dragons living in the middle of frozen tundras." She explained. "Well, that isn't coincidence. Dragons don't choose environments matching their elements, they passively manipulate their environments over centuries. They turn natural mountains into raging volcanoes, and green plains into frozen wastelands."

"What does that have to do with all this perversion?" The knight questioned.

"Well, in the forest nearby, there lives a love dragon." 

Once again, Iribeth found herself taken aback. "What do you mean, love dragon?"

"I mean what I say. A dragon of purest love. An ancient, one-of-a-kind dragon. It has lived here for centuries, and it has slowly transformed this town. We are... more free, more loving, more kind and more intimate. More open with ourselves and each other." The herbalist explained. "It affects anyone who stays here. I take it you've spent a night in the tavern?" She asked, and Iribeth nodded. "The passive magic of this powerful beast is running through you, and your mind and body don't know how to handle that need for connection, for intimacy. Hence the desperate arousal that stops you from focusing." Iribeth thought about the dream she'd had, the ancient beast she'd seen. She thought about the dragon she'd be sent out to kill. These must be one and the same.

"...Where is this dragon?" She asked, careful not to betray her true intentions.

"It's just less than a half day's walk from here. I can show you, follow me." She responded, and led the knight out the door.

They walked in silence for a few hours, through the forest. It was getting thicker the deeper they went, with more vibrant flowers and colourful wildlife. Iribeth found her gaze wandering over the body of the curvy older woman who was leading her, and she tried her best not to stare. She was trying to stay focused on her mission, but she kept feeling guilty, as this lovely woman was leading her to kill the creature that was maintaining the town's culture. Eventually, she spoke up.

"You know what I'm going to do, right?" She asked. To her surprise, Rianna laughed.

"You're heavily armed and armoured. I know what your mission is. I'm not worried." She responded, and Iribeth didn't have a good answer to that. She steeled herself, renewed focus on her target.

Eventually, the pair of them stepped out into a clearing. Iribeth was taken aback by it's sheer beauty. The flowers growing through the tall, green grass, the butterflies fluttering through the air. And, of course, stood on all fours at the other end of the clearing, an ancient, powerful dragon. Scales of purest white, eyes of deepest blue. This thing was what had invaded Iribeth's dreams, what had perverted the minds of everybody in that town. The knight drew her sword, and stepped forward. Trusting in steel and faith, she approached the dragon, wary of any attack. The dragon merely exhaled.

Iribeth quickly found herself in the middle of a shimmering, translucent mist. She felt the magic wash over her body, and invade her brain. Suddenly, her focus felt so far away. Her commitment wavered, and she stumbled. She tried to cling to her faith, but her gods had never felt so far away. It was getting harder and harder to hold to her ideals when she felt so connected to the world around her.

She tried to cling to her obligations, how she was paid handsomely by a noble she served faithfully, but even that fell to the wayside. How could gold or nobility be important in this vibrant forest, beneath this beautiful sky, in front of this ancient being? Everything she’d held dear fell apart in her mind, and she merely stood still, ready to be filled with deepest love.

The dragon exhaled again, and Iribeth found her armour falling away, her undergarments being undone seam by seam. She dropped her sword and stood, naked and open before this creature. As it looked at her, she felt so vulnerable, but also so seen, so loved. She felt like she was being appreciated for who she was, rather than what she could provide, who she could kill, what she could offer. She felt so grateful for this moment, to feel like just one part of a beautiful world. Her legs buckled and she sank to the ground, sitting in the tall grass under the watchful gaze of the dragon. Rianna walked up to her, gently stroking her cheek.

"I d-don't, I d-didn't..." Iribeth tried to explain, tried to say anything, but her mouth stumbled over the words. Rianna silenced her by kneeling down and kissing her. The knight melted, arousal flaring massively inside her, passion and need she didn't realise she'd been holding onto. Her inhibitions simply faded away, she moaned deeply as Rianna's hands roamed over her body. She kissed back, hungrily, passionately, desperately, as the older woman's hands found her tits and gently massaged them.

Rianna gently pushed her backwards, laying her down on the soft grass, and started to trail kisses down her body. Over her sensitive tits, taking a moment to lick one of her nipples, then down her taut tummy before her face nestled between Iribeth's thighs. The young knight moaned in delight, and started to incoherently babble out her need, writhing in desperation. As the older woman's tongue found her needy cunt, she couldn't help but grind her hips into the feeling. She quickly found herself on the edge of release.

As that talented tongue found her clit, Iribeth exploded in orgasmic bliss.

Iribeth embraced her lover, Rianna, from behind, kissing her neck softly and taking delight in the moans elicited from the older woman. "Ahh, good morning! You're in a good mood, today." The redheaded herbalist said, causing Iribeth to laugh softly.

"Actually, I woke up starving, so I'm getting myself breakfast." She responded mischeviously, and before Rianna could ask, the strong woman had turned her round and hoisted her up onto the counter with relative ease. As Iribeth planted kisses on her curvy tummy, the older woman spread her legs, exposing her pretty pussy to her lover. The younger woman leaned in and started to lick between her folds, shivering with pleasure at the sensation. Rianna stroked her hair softly, gently wrapping her legs around her lover.

"Ohhh, fuuck, I love you so much." She moaned out, leaning her head back and holding the counter to keep herself steady. Iribeth pulled back slightly, just for a moment.

"I love you too."