I spent the whole of the Month of Gold pent-up & frustrated. I should really be sure to keep my toys around & intact for longer in the future so they can actually provide me the relief I need -- or, failing that, extract my tithe more often. Something to consider.

In any case, I distracted myself with my work -- & occasional self-pleasure -- to get through the rest of the month until my next sacrifice. When the 1st of the Month of Grain came I was so horny that I couldn't keep myself soft. I usually avoid showing my full magnificence outside my cave, but as I flew out to collect my next victim I absolutely could not contain myself.

Like last time, she was left on a hill outside town. Apparently willingly too, since she wasn't tied up in any way like the first one. She looked a little scared, but determined; I could only hope this wasn't a sign that she would be difficult like the last one. A challenge is fun every so often, but sometimes I just want to ruin a terrified human whore! I swore to myself that if she ended up being troublesome, I'd just break her with my cock this time.

She looked young. Certainly not younger than ten, but also likely not over 40. She went quietly, crawling right into my open claw & holding on tight. She must've caught a glimpse of my enormous rock hard cock too, because on the flight back home, she kissed & grinded on my scales. Now this is how a girl ought to be! Take notes, reader.

Once we got back to my lair though, things got trickier. When I carried her to the spring in my lair & ordered her to strip, she hesitated. And as you well know dear reader, a dragon does not ask twice. With a casual swing of my claw, I battered her against the cave wall, & held her in place with my claw tip on her stomach.

“And here I thought I finally had a girl who knew her place.”

“I'm so sorry, um, D-daddy~ I just don't need to bathe.”

“Do you presume to know what I do & do not need from my sacrifices better than I do?” I pressed my claw in with slightly more force, piercing her clothes & drawing blood.

“N-no Daddy! B-but I bathed right before this! I cleaned & shaved & got all pretty just for you, I promise!”

There it was again, ‘daddy'. I am, of course, the greatest expert on human culture to ever have lived, so I knew this is what human hatchlings call their parents, though I will admit its use in this situation confounded even my masterful knowledge. Perhaps it was on account of her young age? I imagine I must've been the most powerful & authoritative force she had ever laid eyes upon, so her feeble mind naturally conflated me with her own father. Of course! See, human psychology is quite easy to grasp for a superior draconic mind such as mine.

What entertaining little creatures! But I digress

“You already bathed?” My eyes narrowed.

“Yes Daddy! A-and I put on fragrant oils! I just… don't want to wash away all that effort. I put a lot of work into being pretty for you.” She looked up at me with big eyes. She was probably used to using that look to get her way. Humph! A dragon is not so easily swayed!

But then, I did smell some floral fragrance coming off her. And it is nice to have such a considerate sacrifice…

I pulled my claw out of her & let her drop. After a moment of coughing & panting on the floor, she shakily pulled herself to her feet & forced on a smile. Tears streaking down her face & the wound in her stomach slowly stained the front of her clothes with her blood. Lower, there was a bulge. Whatever. I walked back to my hoard & ordered her to follow.

I really needed to make this bitch last, & she looked fragile, so I decided to start slow. I laid on my belly on a mound of gold & reached my claw back to stroke myself. When I heard her come into the room, I lifted my tail.

“Lick my tailhole, slut.”

“Y-yes Daddy~”

Climbing up the pile & grabbing onto me for support, she could just about give me a rimjob. I could feel how much she was straining to reach it when she kissed my pucker. She was hesitant at first -- no doubt she expected it to be filthy like a human's. Ha! Not all species are content to spend their days caked in their own shit.

She made out with my hole quite enthusiastically after that. Not the most skilled, mind you, but she almost made up for it with her eagerness. After a month without release, I was starting to get close. Generous as I am, I decided to help her out.

I lowered my tail, pushing her face deeper into my hole. I permitted myself a small moan as I savored the feeling of it stretching to accommodate her head. Meanwhile, she was licking inside me ever more frantically. Good girl! I've known some sacrifices to panic & start struggling when I push them into my ass, but not this one. Surrounded by my flesh, pinned between my muscular tail & my muscular legs, with her head forced halfway into my muscular anus, she worshipped my guts like they were her new god. It's a shame she couldn't reach my prostate. Oh well, she got to see it up close later.

She looked stunned & lost when I pulled her out of my ass, but I was very close at this point, & wasn't about to deny such a devoted little slut the privilege of seeing her new god's majesty up close. As soon as I pulled her out, I turned around, &, still stroking myself, lined the tip of my cock up with her face.

“Open.”

She immediately opened her mouth. I pressed it up to my slit & unleashed a torrent of cum down her throat. Her belly expanded rapidly, & when it could fit no more, she was blasted back by my stream.

When she hit the ground 10 feet away, I thought she might've been dead. The cum around her was a lovely shade of pink, after all. A moment later, she began to cough & choke though. Good. I'm tired of losing my toys so quickly.

When she wiped the dragon cum off her face, I could see it was bruised & battered by the force of my ejaculation. How wonderful! The pink, it would seem, was just from her scraping her elbows as she slid across the floor.

“Clean yourself, slut, then come back here & show my magnificent cock how much you love it.”

I, of course, meant she should clean herself in the spring -- I do not like touching my own cum, you'll recall -- but this natural-born dragon-whore instead scraped my cum off herself & ate it, even sucking it out of parts of her dress. Why she didn't just take the dress off, I couldn't understand. Perhaps she simply did not think of it? Humans are quite simple creatures, after all.

After licking herself clean, she approached my cock, but I stopped her. Watching herself degradingly bathe like a cat was plenty hot, but I also do have a legitimate interest in keeping my toys clean, & an effective bathing implement the human tongue is not. So, I commanded her to go wash herself & launder her dress in my spring before continuing.

She left in a huff, & when she returned to me perhaps 10 minutes later, I was livid. This girl had put her wet dress back on! I thought I had made my intentions clear! Obviously she was stupid even by human standards. I ripped the dress off her with my claws, but as soon as I did, she ran forward & began kissing my cockslit.

I enjoyed it, of course, dear reader, but I enjoy being obeyed more. Do not ever dare to think I would forgive insubordination just because I was distracted by an enthusiastic tonguing. Dragons do not get distracted. So I grabbed her tightly & pulled her off my cock. It is then I noticed 2 very interesting things:

First, he was, in actuality, a young boy: at least 8, but no older than 35. He tried covering his hard little cock as soon as he caught me staring, but he couldn't get his arms free from my grasp to do so.

Second, he had a knife. He dove forward hoping to distract me with his oral skills while he lined up a strike on my cock. When I snatched him up, he was only a moment away from swinging.

He'd been insisting on wearing this dress & bathing alone to conceal both of these things from me. And yet, no truth can hide from my sight! The fear in his eyes was delicious.

“You meant to mutilate my draconic magnificence, didn't you boy?”

He could only nod. I smiled.

“Go ahead then.” I threw him to the ground flat on his back. “Try it.”

I slammed by cock down upon him, cracking his ribs. The crown of small spines on its head dug into his face, drawing yet more blood. Hesitantly, he raised his blade. When he brought it down upon my shaft, however, it bounced off with a harmless ‘tink!’ He tried again & again, even trying to find an opening between the scales to pry or slide the blade between.

“You foolish little boy. I have an invincible cock! This perfect organ has broken so many little humans. No human could break it. Do you think you're the first to try to take it from me? Mortal weapons can't scratch these scales — not on my back, not on my belly, & certainly not on my cock.”

I pinched his right hand, knife & all, between 2 of my claws & tore it off before getting off him & letting him stand up. He looked pathetic, with tears & snot running down his face. He said he was a squire (though I would not record his name here, even if I remembered it) & admitted he volunteered to come here in disguise to attack me.

What he said next was really funny though. He asked how I was going to kill him.

“Kill you?” I laughed, “Why would I do that? You're not a threat to me.”

“I'm not a girl. You rape the women they sacrifice to you!”

“Yes, I do. So why would I kill you?”

He looked so much more terrified at the prospect that I would use him like any other toy than he ever was of death. Foolish humans! I can barely tell your tiny forms apart from each other as is. Why would I be attracted to one sex & not another? I will admit a preference for females on a practical level, because they have an extra hole to pick from, but males are plenty fuckable too.

I approached him slowly, until he was backed up against the wall. Then, using the claw that wasn't holding his crushed hand & knife, I guided my cock up to his & pushed.

Sounding my tight cockslit with their own cocks is a pleasure few men have ever experienced, & those who have are all now dead. I have been told it is hotter & tighter than any worthless human snatch could be. Not that I do it for the pleasure of those mere animals, of course, but it is just one more respect in which dragons are superior.

I gave him a few thrusts to start him off, before I backed up a little & stopped, but he kept fucking my cock. Human men always do, the sensation is simply irresistible to them. It had been far too long since I'd gotten my cock properly fucked. I'd sounded myself, sure, & perhaps a severed human arm can reach deeper & stretch me wider, but there's really no replacement for a man desperately humping my dick.

He mewled pathetically & came inside me, before resting his head on my hard cock, utterly spent.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked him. “Was it worth it?”

I breathed a stream of fire into my claw, incinerating the flesh & bone of his severed hand, leaving only a small puddle of molten steel where his knife once lay.

“What if I told you that was the last time you'll ever get to cum? Would you be satisfied?”

He perked up at that -- clearly worried, but clinging to hope that I meant that purely hypothetically. But dragons do not speak in hypotheticals. We act.

I brought my claw up below his little balls, & aligned the puddle of liquid steel right below them. A toy with a dick is nice, but I have no need for human semen. I raised up my claw, dunking them in the metal.

Now, in my mercy, this did not hurt him as much as it could have. The 3rd degree burns from molten slag destroy tissue so fast your primitive brains don't even have enough time to process the pain signal. The part that really hurt him wasn't his cooked, sizzling eggs, but the 2nd degree burns that began spreading along his ass & crotch from the heat radiating off of them. His softening cock was even shielded from the heat inside of mine — really, he should be thanking me! The last time a squire tried to kill me, I poured the molten remains of his sword onto his tongue instead, & burned a hole straight through his jawbone.

I savored the sound of his balls popping as his cum flash-boiled inside them & the wafting smell of burnt boy. I held the metal for a few seconds, then dropped it, letting it splatter on the ground, with some of the cooling drops hitting his feet & burning spots down to the bone. The only remnants of his worthless coinpurse left were a layer of char stuck to my claw & a ragged pale yellow crater between his cock & his taint.

I'll never understand why humans keep their most vulnerable parts hanging out so unprotected, just begging to be destroyed by their betters. We dragons have the good sense to keep ours inside our bodies where they cannot be so easily castrated. But then, what was he going to do with them anyway? Knock up some human slut who'd be better off spreading her legs for dragonic cock? Start a “family”. Pah! He got what he needed, & what he deserved.

Once he stopped wailing, I thrust against him again, hard. He was driven back against the wall, & I heard something crack but I didn't bother to check what. He was soft at this point & likely wouldn't be able to get hard for quite some time after the pain he suffered, but that didn't matter to me. I kept fucking myself on his soft little cock until I came.

Once again, I sent him off to wash himself clean of my cum in the spring (though getting there on his newly burned feet with his newly broken whatever-it-was was much more difficult for him this time). And once again, he returned to see me hard.

That look in his eyes, when it finally sunk in that I intend to keep using him in increasingly more painful ways until I break him permanently, just like I would any woman, was almost better than sex. Almost.

And, to his shame, I could see his cocklet twitch at that thought.