Isira knew it was unwise to sneak away from camp during the night but she was so sick of the camp’s smell. That near constant odor of stale sweat was driving her insane and the mud and grime that was covering her armor and soaking through onto her skin was equally maddening. She didn’t have access to a mirror but she could tell her once majestic mane of flaming red hair was a mess of tangled hair that birds would mistake for a nest if they saw it.

Not that there were any birds here. Her group hadn’t seen much of any wildlife ever since they had entered the so-called “dragon’s” territory a day ago. Something that Taeran, the elven ranger traveling with her group, said was a sure sign they were in its territory. 

“Animals know when an apex predator is in the area”, He had said the night prior as they ate their rations of dried beef and water. There had been no campfire to cook. Taeran said it was too dangerous. That the dragon would know intruders were in his territory if he saw the smoke. 

It was a bunch of hogwash to Isira. Dragons were just stupid animals surely. How would it be able to see their fire when it was surely holed up in its lair nesting in its treasure? And even if he was out at night how would he be able to see the smoke through the thick canopy of this dreadful forest they were in?

Truthfully, she felt this whole job was a mistake. As a cleric she had signed on with a group of three other adventurers (a warrior, mage, and the aforementioned ranger) to claim a bounty on a dragon that was terrorizing the area and abducting the local women. Isira thought the whole thing was stupid when she heard it herself. A dragon? Really? This close to a village without burning it down?

She had rolled her eyes and accepted the job on the spot assuming it was a wyvern being mistaken as a dragon by the ignorant peasants and that the young women had simply grown tired of living in such a dreadful location where they’d be married off to some toothless farmer and had just went to the city. 

A simple job: go into the forest, kill the wyvern, and then get a payout.

It had not been that simple! At all! They had been trekking in this dreadful location for four days, an eternity of hiking up steep hills, of cutting through vines that seemed endless, and going through mazes of trees that seemed to lead back onto themselves. If Taeran wasn’t so sure of himself she would be sure they were lost.

Though she had her doubts and believed they truly were lost.

And to make matters worse she hadn’t bathed in that entire time!

And that was why she snuck away from her sleeping companions and into the wilderness. She had heard the gurgling and bubbling of a nearby spring and was hoping she could take a bath or at least wash the mud out of her hair. She knew it was dangerous but gods she needed to clean herself up and it wasn’t like she wouldn’t miss a godsdamn dragon even if she did see it!

She struggled and fought her way through the thick brush and let out a gasp of delight at what she saw. It wasn’t just a simple stream. It was a beautiful spring with water so clear and pure she could almost see the bottom even in the moonlight. She was almost giddy as she stripped out of her armor and sat it aside.

Isira truly was a beauty to behold. She was only a half elf but with her red hair, large bosom, slim waist and long slender legs with the exception of the freckles on her face and chest (which some would argue only enhanced her beauty not harmed it) She would be the perfect picture of elven beauty. 

Moving to the lake she carefully dipped her toe to test its temperature and exhaled softly. It wasn’t cold and actually had a surprising amount of warmth to it. Almost like something somewhere was heating it up just a bit to give it that perfect temperature for a quick soak.

She was about to step in and commence her bathing when she heard something crashing through the bushes to her side. Alarmed, she covered her virtues and turned to face it. Fearing it was the dragon, wyvern or worse her companions stumbling around looking for her only to find her in the nude!

“Who is there!” She shouted. Trying to put on a brave and commanding tone even though she was completely naked. “Show yourself! Now!”

There was another rustle and then a crash as a strange reptilian creature burst through the bushes and then sat on its haunches to observe her. It was a strange looking creature. Slender. Not very large… maybe the size of a medium sized dog and its scales was a deep purple color (so deep it looked almost black) with spines going down its back and down its tail. It had sharp looking talons that looked dangerous but after a brief moment of panic Isira could tell it was no dragon. Not even a wyvern. It was probably some form of local wildlife that was using this place as a drinking hole

Isira could only stare in confusion as the creature sat up and licked itself like a cat before focusing its attention on her and looked at her with big gold eyes that were very catlike and shone with a sense of awareness she found very uncanny. It almost seemed to be… oogling her?

But that couldn’t be… it surely had to be some kind of stupid animal. 

But no matter what it was she didn’t want it here while she was bathing! especially with how it was looking at her!

“Shoo!” She said, “Get out of here!” 

Nothing. The lizard simply stared at her before cocking its head quizzically then letting out a chirrup as it wagged its tail playfully. 

She bent down to pick up a rock (and felt herself blushing when the lizard seemed to stare at her even harder getting down on its belly like it was trying to get as good a look at her nude body as possible. Its tail wagging even more as her hand left her breasts to get the nearest stone.

“Out!” She shouted. “Go on!”

She arched her arm back as she prepared to throw it at the lizard’s horned head. Her eyes locking with Its or the briefest of moments.

She felt a strange sensation in her head. A sudden fullness that that was disorientating and had her reeling as a sudden, overwhelming thought filled her head.

Relax

She exhaled softly. Right… relax. It was just a stupid animal. Not worth getting upset about… she dropped the rock and shook her head. She was feeling a bit off… maybe she should head back to–

Bathe.

R-r-right! She was here to bathe! She wanted to bathe! Turning away from the lizard (and giving it a view of her delectable round ass as she did) she stepped into the water and let out a loud shout of joy as the warm water engulfed her. She dived under the water down then quickly rose back up and tossed her now soaking wet hair back as droplets of water flew outwards and glittered in the moonlight.

She was in pure bliss! Nothing could spoil this moment! 

She heard a splash and turned back to the shore and groaned in frustration as the lizard dove in and started swimming her way. She curled her mouth in disgust ready to yell again only for her to once again feel that feeling of fullness as the bright twinkling stars from earlier returned.

Bath with him.

She shivered, her nipples suddenly growing hard. What was the problem? He was harmless looking. He was barely bigger than a–

She blinked in disbelief. The lizard was much bigger than she remembered. It had seemingly grown from a medium sized dog to a very large dog in the span of only a few seconds. Its formerly slender body now more lithe and muscular, its back muscles flexing powerfully as it swam towards her in undulating motions not unlike a crocodile.

Clearly she was mistaken; it had to be a trick of the moonlight! It couldn’t have gotten bigger!  Could it?

She flicked her wet hair out of her eyes and resumed bathing. Closing her eyes she began washing her face trying to pay the lizard no mind and trying to relax as the warm water did wonders cleaning the grime off her face. 

She felt something push against her. Then felt two powerful taloned hands digging into her shoulder and she opened her eyes with a tiny yelp. She couldn’t see anything except two gigantic, beefy slabs of muscle rolling underneath two scaled pecs. 

The lizard was growing! It was now bigger than her! What was going on!

She pushed against it trying to get her over and once again felt that fullness in her head as another thought wormed its way inside her skull. 

His chest is so dirty! Wash it!

She recoiled as the unnatural thought slammed into her head like a round peg being forced through a square hole. What was going on? She wasn’t going to wash this thing’s ches–

The thought hit her again this one even harder and instinctively she placed her hands on the lizard’s brawny chest and started hesitantly rubbing up and down. Eliciting a low, rumbling purr from the creature as the muscles beneath the scales twitched in excitement. This went on for several minutes as the lizard kept its chest in her face blocking out everything but its body as she kept rubbing and rubbing trying to clean as her hands trembled.

He’s still filthy. Your hands aren’t enough. Use your tongue.

Another strange thought forced its way into her head and she gasped. Her hands gripping the lizard’s sides for support as she felt its talons dig into her shoulder. Y-yes. He did look a little… dirty. He needed something that could get that grime out between his scales. He…He…

She buried her face in the lizard’s chest and shivered as the smell of citrus and a hint of cinnamon hit her nostrils. A very manly smell that was making her much more wet than she already was as she licked and licked. Her tongue brushing against the rough scales as the purring increased, becoming a low rumble that was making the tip of her tongue vibrate. 

She could taste a hint of something musky as she kept licking soon, burying her face between the lizard’s pecs and tasting him deeply as she felt her arousal starting to build. There was another rumble, followed by a growl as she felt something large bump against her inner thigh. It’s tail perhaps.

His turn. Let him clean your chest.

Sighing, her eyes glassy she felt the talons on her shoulders loosen as the lizard moved back just enough to lower itself in the water and give her a look at his face. It was no longer a slim lizard face with small horns but a large dinosaurian head with very masculine features. Strong chin, spikes coming from the sides, large and powerful curved horns and those clever, clever golden eyes.

 It was the dragon they were hunting! Isira grew alarmed for a moment, terrified. She was about to scream when something once again pressed into her mind and forcefully pushed the feelings of panic deep down inside her until she relaxed. 

With a low growl the dragon buried its face in her cleavage greedily licking as it continued purring in delight. Its long, strong tongue that was as flexible as any hand sliding down and teasing one nipple than the other before sliding back over her freckled chest before wrapping a tongue around her nipple and gently sucking.

 Isira exhaled sharply as she felt his sharp teeth graze her nipple. There was a splash as its tail thwacked the water. Then again. It was wagging its tail all over again as it worked her nipple like it had done this a million times before. 

Wait if that was his tail than what was poking against her thighs!?

Her pale skin was burning a bright red that matched her hair as the dragon finished one nipple and then worked its way back to the other one and repeated itself. Working her nipple hard as it sucked her tits. 

After what felt like a long, agonizing (and blissful eternity) it raised its head up and rumbled as it gently but firmly pushed her towards an outcropping of rocks before lowering itself in the water and locking eyes with her.

His face is dirty. Kiss him.

Once again the thought was forcefully shoved into Isira’s head but this time she didn’t resist. She felt the dragon’s talons grip her ass firmly as he pressed his face into hers. She kissed. Tentatively at first as her lips pressed against his lipless snout but she quickly grew more comfortably as she peppered him with kisses. The dragon squeezed her ass tightly and she moaned as she opened her mouth wider, the dragon’s mouth opening just a bit so the tip of his long tongue could intermingle and tease her own.

Eventually they reached the outcropping and with a forceful shove of its tail it motioned for her to get on top and with shaky breaths and weak knees Isira complied. Climbing to the top as the dragon rose out of the water.

Isira gasped as she finally got a good look at him. No longer the size of a dog (medium or otherwise) he was now as a big as a large horse with the build of a barbarian water glistened and came down his body in rivulets and pooled down eight powerful abdominal muscles that clenched and flexed as he exited the water. 

Powerful forearms that could crush boulders with ease gripped the two rocks beside her and sharp talons dug in as he rose himself so that his midsection was her eye level and her eyes went wide when she saw his massive, erect and glistening cock complete with very large and very virile looking balls.

That must have been what was bumping into her! That… that was obscene!

It’s so filthy! Clean it with your mouth.

Her eyes widened as it finally dawned on her what was happening. The dragon had bewitched her! It was using her! She had to resist!

She tried to put a mental block using her faith. Tried to push him out. But it was all in vain. The dragon had been in her head for too long!

With a devilish smirk on its face the dragon broke her defenses with ease and the thought came back with such force and intensity it felt like her head would explode. She was seeing stairs and as she fell on her hands and knees from the sheer force of it. The power of the thought was so great it was like it was the only thought she had ever had in her life. 

Clean it. 

She raised her head and nodded. Yes… she needed to clean it. She needed to do it now. She pressed her face against the large shaft and started licking downwards and then to the tip with a kiss she wettened it a bit more with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it and engulfing it with her mouth.

Gods it was so big!

She gagged as the dragon thrust its cock deeper into her mouth. Her eyes nearly rolling backwards into her skull as it let out a low, rumble. There was no way she could fit this in her mouth! It was impossible! 

The dragon growled then pressed forward again and she gurgled. It was pressing its entire cock into her face, balls and all, and she was being forced back by the size of him. His gigantic balls bounced near her face as he pushed her over and positioned himself on top of her with a low growl. 

Her vision was now once again blocked out by the dragon’s body as thrust wildly into her face with more low rumbling. His balls tightening with arousal as they bounced and smacked and thwacked over her..

Fondle them

She reached out and started fondling and playing with them as her throat opened up just enough to accept more of his length. The dragon rumbling again, her body arching as he kept thrusting into her mouth harder and harder as his growls and her moans intermingled into a cacophony of lust.

Seconds passed, then minutes as the grunting increased in intensity as he fucked her face and throat for all she was worth. It seemed like it would never end and Isira was starting to hope it wouldn’t… her body was slick with not just water but sweat and passion as her body roiled and writhed even as the dragon thrust into her face.

The dragon started trembling, then threw his head back and roared loudly the very earth seeming to shake as he unloaded in her mouth, filling it with cum that overflowed and began dribbling down her face and chin as he pulled out with a satisfied grunt as he got off her and sat on his haunches. Grooming himself like a cat as he smirked smugly at the cleric with those smoldering eyes.

Isira’s cheeks were bulging with the dragon’s cum and she leaned over to spit it out.

Swallow it.

She swallowed all of it. Shuddering as she licked her lips tasting the salty taste of the dragon’s spunk on her lips. It tasted… good?

The dragon moved to her, bent down and locked eyes with her again as it kept grinning. It was like it hadn’t even just blown its entire load all over her face.

His lair is dirty. You must clean it.

Y-yes. It was true. She had to go and clean his lair. She got to her feet and with another knowing smirk the dragon turned around and flicked its tail towards a cave just out of sight of the spring she’d missed. His cave. 

She moved towards it following the dragon, her naked body trembling with anticipation for more “cleaning” as the two vanished into the cave just as the sun started to rise over the horizon…