I demanded my tithe on the 17th day of the Month of Love. They will provide me with one beautiful young human woman every month for my consumption. In my infinite generosity, I spared them the details of the nature of my "consumption" of their daughters. All they need know is the succulent young things I steal away last me less than a month & will never be seen again.

Additionally, my magnanimity granted them a reprieve: I would collect my tithe on the first of every month. Since I had not informed them of the tax until the 17th, I graciously forgave their debt for the current month, & they need not pay me until the 1st of the Month of Flames. I also kindly informed them that they would not owe me back payments for the four long months I lived near their village with not a single copper worth of tribute given to me.

Surprisingly, they weren't enthused by my kindness, nor cowed with awe at my illustrious beauty. Even pointing out the obvious fact that my presence would frighten away other monsters did nothing to cheer them up. I do not hold this against them however. They are simple creatures, & it is likely that they were so overcome with gratitude that they simply didn't know how to properly express it!

Finally, when the 1st of the Month of Flames came I was beside myself! I had not received tribute of this nature in decades. I found the lucky woman clad in rags & tied quite unwillingly to a standing stone on a hill by the edge of town. Scholar though I am, I admittedly have some small trouble judging human ages on occasion – they stay roughly the same size for most of their short lives, you know. This particular specimen was probably between the ages of 15 & 60 & was definitely a female.

With a single claw stroke, I ripped off her ropes, her rags, & a large chunk of her left arm. Oops. In my defense, I never claim to be perfect, only very close to it.

She screamed so loudly, & when I picked her up, that red human blood of hers stained my scales. Not that most would be able to tell the difference in colour, but still. I flew swiftly back to my lair, where I intended to use the spring water that flows through it to wash off her dirt, tears, & now, blood. I take good care of my fuckdolls, & don't let any libelous human tell you otherwise – I will not fuck her unless she is at least bathed, which seems a foreign concept to these Western animals. The Eastern sort at least had the courtesy to wash up before going to their deaths.

Soon into the flight she stopped making the noises. I thought I may have killed her, but no, she was just unconscious, either from fear, pain, the sudden altitude shift, or whatever else makes humans cease functions. She woke up fairly quickly when submerged in the spring-fed bath, which I found endearing. When I let her go she choked & choked & choked. Perhaps a portent of things to cum.

The bathing seemed to calm her down, particularly when allowed to do it without my assistance. They really are fascinating creatures when you get to just watch them move up close. Her breasts were juicy, not the largest in the land, but certainly impressive. Her hair was orange as flame, which I found remarkable – never had I seen such a thing before!

She told me about herself as she washed, seemingly having come to terms with her fate, more or less. I was exactly right about her age! She was 46. Apparently, she worked as a prostitute until just last week, when she slept with a married man. For this crime, they made her my toy for the month. How fascinating! Obviously this goes against the exact terms of my request, but I was intrigued enough by the possibilities of this woman to overlook that for now.

When she finished, she stepped from the pool, knelt before me with grace, & offered herself up to be eaten. Of course! I nearly forgot I hadn't told her the true nature of my desires. So I absconded to my hoard & demanded she follow me.

By the time she caught up to me on her short little legs, I was already lying on my back atop my pile of gold, & stroking my magnificent cock. When she saw it she fell to her knees once more in shock & reverence. Now this is how humans should react! This woman, though condemned by her people, now found opportunity for the ultimate lay with the most amazing of men, even if it should be her last.

I barely needn't even prompt her! She humbly approached my draconic grandeur, sweet honey perpetually falling from between her legs.

"May I…?" she asked with a trembling voice, to which I nodded.

With my body so elevated upon my golden sea, she had to stand upon the tips of her toes to kiss my cockhead. She embraced it and licked its slit with all her training. I must say, you have not felt pleasure until you have been sounded by a skilled human tongue! She then gave me a bodyjob for the ages~

I may have even blacked out for a moment amid my orgasm. Such decadent pleasure! When I looked down, she was covered in several inches of my seed, with the rest splattered about the room. She choked & coughed, just like when I placed her under water. She kept breathing, but every breath she sucked up more & more of my cum into her lungs. She shook & spasmed underneath the thick white blanket. It was quite entertaining! Though she was also a fantastic mate, so perhaps I should not let her die so soon…

When I licked the seed from her face she looked back up to me as if I was a god. Finally! This whore has more sense than any other human I have met! She deserves recognition & respect – I would even record her name for the ages, if I cared enough to ask it.

With every service comes payment, however, so I pinched her damaged arm in one claw & pushed down on her ample chest with another. It took hardly any force to pull her arm free from her body, & her screams rang out once more. The blood pouring from her shoulder mixed beautifully with my pure seed to form a beautiful pink slurry~

While she writhed in agony, I sampled a bit of the flesh off her severed arm. It was alright, though humans are far from ideal eating, being generally too small & boney. For more information see my cookbook, which is perhaps the best & most in-depth published in the last half-century!

With her arm bone revealed, however, I could sound myself while I watched her bleed out. My cock had somewhat softened since my near-drowning of her, & I needed to harden back up for what came next. And what better way to do that than to watch an animal scream & struggle as the lifeblood leaves its veins? I didn't intend for her to actually die yet, of course, but she didn't know that.

Once she calmed herself enough to form words once more, then the begging started. Bargaining, trying to cut a deal, find any way out of this. Her eyes focused on my rising cock the entire time: she knew I was getting off on this, so she had to make the case for why I should stop & ruin the fun for her sake. She was smart, by human standards at least. Perhaps I would even miss her.

Then she said something I found intriguing:

"Please sir, please burn me! You can breathe fire, right? It would be very sexy, & you would be able to keep playing with me. Please!! Please think of my screams"

That woman was truly fantastic. You, dear reader, should think about how you could be more like her. When you cross paths with a dragon, if you should be so lucky, hope that you can be half as flattering as this one was.

I graciously took her up on her offer.

I pursed my lips & exhaled a very narrow cone of flames, so as to avoid lethal damage to her. As promised, she screamed beautifully, but I was more interested in the bubbling & popping I heard coming from her. When I ceased, I found the source: her left breast was so close to the intense heat, that fat within melted, then boiled, popping it open & permanently disfiguring her!

It was wondrous to view the inside of her breast: it leaked rendered fat like a volcano from several tears along its surface. Her nipple seemed to be completely gone (I later found it sitting atop my gem collection). She also had noticeable burns across a third of her body, but they seemed trivial – luckily that striking orange hair of hers survived untouched, the dragonfire cauterized her wound, & she wasn't dead yet. Those were the only three things I really cared about.

I scooped her up & rubbed her cunt on my cockhead, then stopped to consider. Did I really want to do this? She was so reverent, & quite skilled in the carnal arts. Plus, that beautiful hair…

She sensed my hesitation, but knew better than to speak her case, instead just giving a pleading look. Good girl.

But not good enough. I pulled her down over my cock & savored the crack of every bone in her torso. She would've made a good companion, but I'll have another one next month. No need for commitment.

My 3-foot-long cock was embedded most of the way into her. I felt her heartbeat pulsing next to my tip. Her lungs tried to fill, but had no room to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to silently indicate there was still time to save her: I could stop now & she'd be permanently crippled, but alive.

But I already made my choice, & a real dragon does not rethink his decisions. So with another stroke she was fully removed, all my penile ridges ripping the entrails from her body. She sucked in a haggered breath, but with her diaphragm in ribbons she couldn't manage much.

Another thrust down, deeper this time. I felt her heart pop when I rammed it against her shattered collarbone. I had to pace myself so I didn't finish early, so I paused for a bit, playing with her ruined breast.

After a few seconds of waiting, I pulled her up one last time, & pinched a claw around her neck. I held it in place while I slammed the rest of her body down. My cock pushed every one of her shattered vertebrae out of her neck hole while her now-decapitated head watched on with its last few moments of life. I then set her head to the side so it wouldn't get dirty during what came next.

Her body was now fully transformed into a ruined cocksleeve, fulfilling her once & eternal purpose on this mortal plane. With my trophy taken & safely hidden, there was nothing to stop me from cutting loose & fully enjoying her corpse. It only took me a few more strokes before I burst inside her, spraying draconic seed from her esophagus & painting her insides white.

I intermittently used her over the next week. Each time, she would get more & more hollowed out by my enormous cock. I kept her head on my trophy shelf with the rest of my conquests. Unfortunately, when I moved, I was in a bit of a hurry, so I wasn't able to bring all my previous ones, but I would soon replace them. This whore with the flaming hair would surely make a fine addition to my new collection!

As for her arm, I dropped it off in the village, along with a warning that next time they should send me someone actually young. And preferably willing.

And the one they sent the next month surely did not disappoint!