The Month of Flames quickly came & went, & I waited with great excitement for the 1st of the Month of Gold. When the hour arrived, I stilled my heart, face, & loins, for such visible delight is unbecoming of one of my station. Dragons do not become excited.

When I arrived, my sacrifice wasn't even chained up! Willing indeed. She faced me stoicly, managing to keep back tears, presumably tears of wonderment at my magnificence. I scooped her up & brought her back to my lair.

She was silent the entire time on the flight back. Not even her forced stripping & bathing prompted any response. Disappointing. One of the things I love about humans is how talkative they are. Cows don't threaten to kill you or beg for their lives when you're balls deep in them. That's why humans are the most fun animals to rape!

But not this one. So disappointing.

But what is her silence if not a challenge? She thought she was more powerful than I, that she could get through this without delighting her host with conversation. Insolent bitch!

So while I scrubbed her with my claws, I shoved one up her cunt. She yelped & bit her tongue to avoid further satisfying me. The spring's water turned a ruddy pale pink as blood leaked from the injuries I just gave her deep inside her womanhood. I have myself made great study of physic & natural philosophy of anatomy of the human, &, though it may not look it from the outside, my little fingering had permanently ruined her value.

She was a virgin before, of course, but no longer. Even if she escaped now, she would limp badly for the rest of her life. Sex would forever be agony for her, & her torn slit wouldn't feel much good for any human man either. If a cleric intervened now, she might get off with only minor damage & difficulty walking. 50% chance she's now infertile, 5% chance her slit completely closes up in the coming years.

Luckily, she wouldn't live long enough to have to worry about that.

I pulled her out of the water & threw her to the ground. My rapidly hardening cock begged for his sacrifice, but no. I could not take her yet. I had to break her first. Her arrogance could not be allowed to stand. When she saw the size of my cock, fear flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she steadied herself & didn't look away, instead maintaining constant, intense eye contact with me. I imagine she'd done that before to intimidate other humans or challenge their authority. Unfortunately for her, I will not be challenged.

"Do you know what I do with the sacrifices I get up here, little girl?"

No response. That would be too easy.

"Let me show you."

I pinched her between two claws, being sure to squeeze just hard enough to fracture a few ribs, & carried her over to my hoard. Laid out on the floor was, of course, piles upon piles of cut gems & glittering gold, but her eyes were drawn to the red & white stains on the ground in front of the treasure.

Normally, I keep my lair fastidiously clean, but I'd intentionally left the dried blood & cum on the floor from last month just to terrorize my next guest. Her reaction was quite wonderful, but still not the begging & screaming I wanted. No matter, we still had plenty of time together.

"Do you know what the white stain is?"

She tried to meet my eyes again, but couldn't. When I laid back upon my gold & began lazily stroking myself, she avoided looking at me altogether, though she couldn't help but steal some glances at my enormous magnificence~

"Clean it up."

She closed her eyes & shook her head.

Before she even heard me get up, my claws were already around her throat, making shallow cuts in her neck. I slammed her against the stone wall of the cave hard enough to break something. I don't know what, but I know I heard several loud cracks & saw her bite her tongue again, hard. Hard enough that blood leaked from her mouth – or perhaps that was somehow a result of that mysterious cracking sound, who knows! Humans are strange & delicate creatures, with often confusing anatomical quirks, & even an expert such as myself cannot always accurately diagnose their aliments.

"A dragon does not repeat himself, but I am known for my mercy & grace, so I will give you just one more chance. Clean. It. Up."

Finally, she spoke. Her voice sounded like it would ordinarily be melodic, had she not been trying her damndest to fill it with every ounce of spite & venom she could muster.

"You're just going to have to kill me."

Even I must admit: she would make a good dragon. Unfortunately for her, I am, as you'll recall, The Drækiller.

I smiled as wide as I could, even wider than she was tall.

"We'll see about that!~"

I turned my attention to my hoard & used my fire breath on a section free of any gems or art, & bathed the coins in fire. I maintained the flames for just shy of 30 seconds – any longer & the gold would begin to melt. Funny thing about hot gold is it looks just like cool gold until it melts. To any outside observer, they'd appear to be ordinary coins.

But this maiden was no outside observer. She knew her fate as I carried her over to the golden heap. I could tell as much because she pissed herself on the way over! Excellent! Now that is the proper level of terror for a young woman to feel in my presence!

Without further delay, I threw her onto the coins back-first & her screams were downright musical. The smell of burning hair & skin filled my nostrils. I'm a big fan of using this particular method of discipline against those who have wronged me, but the best is yet to come. You see, eventually either the coins cool down or their nerves are cauterized & can feel no more pain. At this point, their cries turn to sobs & they think the worst of the pain is behind them & they let down their guard.

Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, she finally shut the fuck up. She was clearly far more submissive after this enlightening experience, but a spark of defiance remained. I could tell she wanted to say something, to beg, but she bit her tongue once more, either out of pride or just because she wanted to see what would happen next before making her move.

I gingerly grabbed her by the neck with my claws, then, in one fluid motion, ripped her from the pile. This was my favourite part!

She let out a piercing scream! For flesh, when exposed to such temperatures, melts & becomes sticky. She assumed it was over when the burning stopped, but what was left of her skin permanently bonded to the coins.

I tossed her face-first onto the ground & examined the damage. Every scrap of skin had been peeled off her back, along with several chunks of muscle & fat. Her spine was exposed in places.

As for the coin pile, it was covered in char & pieces of molten slut. Just a few seconds of sustained fire breath burned it all off & left it looking brand new. It also made the coins hotter than ever.

"Now, let's try this again…," I said as I picked her up by the neck once more.

This time, I flipped her around before bringing her back over to the superheated treasure. If she was lucky, only her stomach & breasts would be destroyed, & she might even be blessed with death. If she was unlucky, her cunt might also hit my hoard. If she was really unlucky, her face might as well.

"Wait. Wait! Please…"

Normally I would never listen to the commands of a human, but I let it slide because I thought I'd made it thoroughly clear who was in charge in this situation. Besides, I expected, & even longed for, her to interrupt me with desperate begging.

So I set her down on the floor of my cave back-first. She squirmed & cried at her weight being pushed down upon such a large bare open wound, but I could tell she stopped herself from changing positions out of fear of what I'd do if she did. Good girl.

"I'll clean it up. I'll do anything! Please don't hurt me any more…"

Good girl!

I did not lay a claw on her all the rest of that day -- the mental torment I had given her was enough. I continued watching her & stroking myself as she went to work. Ordinarily, I clean up messes with simple fire breath, but since humans are so limited as to not have accelerant sacs, I had to let her use some rags & soap I acquired back east.

She spent the next 4 hours on her hands & knees cleaning up my enormous cumstain. She tried not to look at me, but given how red her face was, she definitely noticed me staring at her ass & stroking myself. When she was finally done, she collapsed.

While she was out, I carefully posed her body for my viewing pleasure. I have shown immeasurable restraint thusfar in not just using her as I deserve -- one might even say such restraint & magnanimity is what separates me from animals like them -- but I still have needs: needs that must for now be fulfilled with only my claw; so if this is to be do I not at least deserve a doll to enjoy the sight of as recompense? I was gentle enough -- or perhaps she exhausted enough -- that my positioning her didn't wake her from her unconsciousness. Or perhaps she did wake & simply knew better than to interrupt my show!

I spread her various holes, made her cover herself, made her expose herself, & put her in just about every mating position humans use, all while stroking myself. When I had edged long enough, I grabbed an extra large barrel that I occasionally used as a double shot glass. I could cum on the floor again, but I already made her clean that up once, & I had a new humiliation in store for tomorrow. I filled the barrel to the brim with my cum & fell asleep on my hoard while staring at this girl's wondrous ass & dreaming of all the crying she would do in the coming weeks.

That night though, I was woken up by the sound of quiet shuffling. Most would barely have been able to notice it while awake, but my sensitive draconic hearing is superior! I looked over & immediately noticed my captive was missing, so I silently slinked towards the entrance to my cave.

She was trying to sneak out of my cave while I slept. What an ungrateful guest! Her back was turned to me (or what's left of it! ha!), so she didn't know I was there yet. She limped & shuffled, likely due to the internal injury I gave her in the bath.

When she reached the mouth of the cave, she stood & started quietly sobbing, clearly trying to muffle the sounds of her utter despair. She must've just noticed that my cave is located in the side of a jagged cliff with no way down for poor stupid wingless apes. I just silently watched her break down at this revelation, drinking in her pain & hopelessness.

About 20 minutes later though, she did something interesting. She collected herself, & she took a few steps back.

She was going to jump for it.

Well, well. We couldn't have that.

Right before she started her run-up, I pinched an exposed section of her spine in her mid-lower back, & lifted her into the air by it. I turned her to face me & gave her an enormous grin. She looked adequately panicked.

“H-how long have you been there?!”

I did not deign to respond. I just smiled wider.

I still wanted her alive, but I couldn't let her betray me like this again. Attempting to escape paradise is unforgivable. I considered my options.

“You're just going to have to kill me. I will escape or I will die, & I do not care which! Either is preferable to another second with you.”

There was that venom again, but it was clearly false. Hollow. She was more sobbing the words out than spitting them, & she couldn't even look at me while she spoke. How cute.

I squeezed on her vertebra just a little harder & it shattered to dust. She fell about 10 feet from my grasp to the cave floor. Her legs crumpled beneath her, mostly breaking her fall. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, silently begging for mercy. She didn't even notice that one of her legs was snapped in half, jagged femur exposed.

She looked at me, then at the cave mouth. She was going to make a run for it I suppose. Let her try.

She flopped forward towards the cave mouth. It was only then that she noticed she couldn't move her legs. No more escaping. She fully broke down sobbing & screaming & begging incoherently, which, of course, got me immensely hard. She'd be very fun to split in half now that I'd fully broken her in every sense of the word~

Before that, though, I had one last punishment for her. I'd planned it out yesterday, &, though it was now thoroughly unnecessary, a dragon never changes his mind. I let her carry on for a while until she tired herself out, at which point I grabbed her by the hair & dragged her across the rocky cave floor back to the room with my hoard, & to my shot glass full of cum.

When we got there, I lifted her up. I'd been dragging her on her stomach, so her face, tits, & midriff were covered in abrasions & lacerations. She barely struggled against me anymore. Her mangled legs hung limply below her.

I dipped her into the barrel a couple of times, submerging all but her hair. I don't like touching my own seed, but I thought perhaps a small demonstration of how thoroughly I owned her before fucking her would put that bitch in her place. Every time her head dipped below the water, she'd shake & struggle the best she could with only half a working body -- unfortunately for her, she actually managed to succeed in shaking out of my loose 2-claw grip on her hair & went totally under.

Normally she should be just about tall enough to keep her head above the cum level, but the stupid bitch just had to go & get herself crippled! With her useless legs she was submerged deep with no way out. I certainly didn't want to fish her out -- as I said, I don't like touching my own seed, it's distasteful & unbecoming.

So I just watched as the barrel very slightly shook & the bubbles rose to the surface. Eventually the bubbles slowed, then stopped, leaving the barrel filled to the brim with smooth, white, undisturbed dragon cum.

I sealed it up & put it on my shelf of trophies. She could pickle in there for all I care.

…

GodsDAMMIT!! I never got to fuck her! I was too preoccupied with breaking her will! She was so sexy right at the end too, with the cuts all over her front & the tears streaking her cheeks. Now I would have to wait a full month for release, or be content fucking my claw again.

Oh well. As you should well know by now, dragons do not make mistakes, & we do not doubt our own judgment. I can be patient.

I'll just have to be extra sure to utterly defile whomever they send me next month. What are the odds I get such a resistant one twice in a row?