I was determined to make my new toy last for the rest of the Month of Grain, or at least for most of it. No sooner had I made this decision than I was rewarded for my moderation by a second one!

She came on the 11th of the Month of Grain in the wee hours of the morning: trying, I suspect, to catch me unawares while I slept. Ha! I am sure you know by now, reader, what an amateur mistake that was. By the time she was halfway to my hoard, I was already up & prepared to meet her. The shock on her face when I slithered around the corner to confront her was priceless!

She wore long blue robes & held a leather tome in her hand. As soon as she saw me, she panicked & summoned an ice wall between us. Through the transparent ice I could see she looked quite smug about it. And yes, it is true --- it would take me some time to melt through so much ice with my fire breath. But she was so enamored with this clever plan of hers that she forgot to consider that I am a dragon. I smashed her wall to pieces with ease.

She launched some icicles at me, but they shattered against my scales. Finally, she tried some blasts of pure cold, but that was similarly ineffective. Never have I been so offended at an assassination attempt. I am not some common drake or wyvern with a predictable elemental weakness, I am a dragon! Ice magic will not harm me simply because I breathe fire! This girl, I would have to make an example of.

I took the largest chunks of her decimated wall into my mouth & held them there. Then, I filled my mouth with fire, instantly boiling it all to steam. I opened my jaws ever so slightly, so the high-pressure steam came out in a tight jet that hit her squarely in the chest, pushing her back a few feet.

Steam burns are quite fun. For one thing, they actually cause more damage than water or fire of the same temperature: it scalds as steam, then it condenses on your body, where it scalds yet more while it returns to liquid form, after which it remains near-boiling & continues to scald. So it burns hotter than you'd think, but it also burns slowly, meaning it hurts more than something that causes instant 3rd degree burns would. And when the water finally does condense, it's sticky, like all water is. Have you ever tried scraping boiling water off of yourself? The best you'd manage is to spread it around.

She dropped her spellbook & screamed herself hoarse. This is who they sent after me? She has ice magic, she could cool herself down with one of her spells, but the foolish human must not have thought of that while boiling alive. I swiped her spellbook & smiled to myself while I watched her writhe for a few minutes.

“You should strip,” I helpfully suggested.

She was at this point present & wise enough to consider my advice. The entire front of her robes were soaked in boiling water, still scalding her skin. After a moment, she began tearing at them. Her hands, formerly untouched by the burning steam, reddened with every touch & pull. Soon her dignity was discarded, along with much of her skin, but the water that remained was still boiling.

It was at this moment that she remembered seeing the spring by the cave entrance. The water there is not cool, of course, but if she rinsed herself in it, the burning would stop. She turned & ran for it, but I grabbed her arm; it dislocated from her shoulder with a pop, & her legs slipped out from under her, causing her to land atop her burns.

Merciful as I am, I rolled her over onto her back. Admittedly, that was mostly so I could ogle her body & her fresh burns, but it was a mercy nonetheless.

She was missing all the skin from her collarbone to her thighs, plus most of it on her upper arms & the palms of her hands. She had what must have been the largest breasts I had ever seen — which was particularly impressive, considering a large part of them were now missing! The tight skin that once covered them was burned off, along with her nipples & several layers of fat. I almost felt regret for what I did --- I hear tell that human men sometimes pleasure themselves between a woman's breasts, & I would very much have liked to try that with her. Oh well.

Below them, her stomach was stripped bare too, though not to the same extent. Her prominent breasts, it seems, took the brunt of the heat. The top several layers of skin were gone, but I could not see straight through to her muscles or organs, which was a little disappointing.

The real prize, however, was lower still. Her cunt looked beautiful! Her clit & all external anatomy was burned off, leaving only a bright red half-melted gash. My cock hardened. I was considering raping her right there, but I was interrupted by another icicle to the jaw. It didn't hurt, obviously, but it would be a little distracting if she did that every time I got near her. Before I fucked her, I'd have to shut her up.

I reached into my ass & pulled out the squire boy I got for this month's tribute. While his eyes adjusted to the glare (I don't let him out much these days), I told him to take the mage's spellbook back to my hoard & return with a gold coin. He did so obediently. A little beating & castration is all it takes to make a boy extremely well-behaved!

While he headed off to do that, I kept my soon-to-be cocksleeve company. The chances she could cause any significant problems with her magic seemed low, but I couldn't risk her crawling her way to the exit. Her horrified gaze lingered on the former squire as he walked away. I took it she recognized him.

“Sir Edward is going to kill you for this,” she spat.

“Do you wish for those to be your last words?” My boy returned with the coin.

“I do not fear death!” She laughed.

“I never said anything about death.” I held the coin in the center of my claw & heated it to just before melting with a low stream of fire. With my other claw, I lifted her to her knees & forced her mouth open.

I gently placed the coin on the middle of her tongue. Her jaw instinctively clenched, but I fought it, keeping her mouth open. If I hadn't, the coin would've touched the roof of her mouth & fused it shut, which would've made for a much less striking display piece! Instead, I got to watch as the coin melted a hole through her blackening tongue, boiling her saliva & steaming the inside of her mouth. No more magic words, little mage.

I let go of her head & she slumped back down. When I examined her body, though, I was furious. Apparently while I was busy pulling out my squire, she had cooled all her burns with her magic: including, it seems, her melted pussy, which was now fused shut. That insolent bitch! She was laughing at me --- she couldn't do so properly without a tongue, but I saw her face, I heard the muffled half-sounds her shredded voicebox attempted to conjure. She was laughing!

Well, if this whore didn't want me to use her ruined cunt, then I supposed I wouldn't. She obviously had not considered how painful the alternative would be.

I flipped her over, far less gently than before. I pushed a claw into her tiny ass, but found I couldn't go deep. This is why I prefer human vaginas: they can usually accommodate just enough of my size to get the tip in, & I can split them open from there. Human asses, on the other hand, require much more prep to stretch even that far. Luckily, I had help.

I called my monthly tithe over, & instructed him to stretch her for me. He apparently took this to mean he should fuck her, & I was going to punish him for this, but I decided against it. I've always been fascinated by human reproduction, you know. He drilled her ass with a wrath & a desperate lust unfamiliar to most dragons --- it is this that first awakened my urges for humans, in fact. I do not often indulge this curiosity, however, because naturally, whatever woman I see being used, I know I could use her better.

He shivered in mock-orgasm, his body desperately trying to call up cum from his non-existent balls to impregnate her. No sooner had he finished (or tried to anyway) than I pulled him off of her to inspect the damage. Her asshole was a little puffy, but nothing significant. So I told him to stretch her properly this time, using his arm, & I went off to search my hoard.

Upon my return, he was up to his elbow in her. When he pulled out, she gaped noticeably, with a small smear of blood visible on his arm. I pushed my claw in again, & was able to go much deeper. When I pulled out, there was significantly more blood --- it seems I'd punctured something. Oh well. I brandished the item I'd retrieved from my hoard: a thick gold scepter encrusted with gems.

It went in with significant difficulty: the gems & carvings caught frequently & needed to be pushed rather hard to dislodge. Eventually though, I managed to get 16 of the scepter's 18 inches inside her. The golden end glittered beautifully in the low light as her abused hole leaked blood around it. This scepter was once owned by a king I deposed, raped, & killed back east. Now, it is reduced to a buttplug for the most incompetent would-be assassin I had ever met.

I tore it out of her with an audible ripping sound, prolapsing her quite significantly. Nearly a foot of her guts were hanging out, but she seemed wide enough to manage, so I spread her open with my claws & thrust in.

She was still very tight. One nice thing about anal is I appreciate the sensation of forcing a toy's intestines straight: to thoroughly re-arrange her insides to suit my needs, to feel all the kinks straighten themselves out around me. I could tell she was very thoroughly prepped for me because I didn't feel anything rip open until I was almost halfway inside her. The loops of her intestines surrounded my cock in a pillowy embrace as I pushed my way up to between her lungs.

I had to put quite a significant amount of force behind my insertion, so I'd inadvertently also been slowly pushing her forward across the stone floor; behind her lay a thin trail of ground fat from her breasts that was abraded away by the cave floor. When I pulled out, I also dragged her back a ways with me. With every thrust, back & forth, I ground down her tender burnt flesh on the rough stone. After a few thrusts, I began to cradle her head off the ground so it would remain undamaged for my collection.

I sped up more. With every thrust, my penile ridges shredded her intestines & my cock became slick with her blood. My squire began worshiping my tailhole while I fucked her. I pushed him inside me & he crawled his way up to my prostate. Oh my, what a heavenly sensation! There is truly nothing better in this world than rutting in a dying human cocksleeve while a living buttplug massages your prostate. I sped up. Her pelvis & ribs crackled to accommodate my speed & might. Her lungs felt heavenly on either side of my cock. I bruised & cut them with my thrusts, but stopped short of her heart --- she was not long for this world, clearly, but I didn't want her to die quite yet.

I came quickly, & my orgasm was so blindingly intense that I even blacked out for a moment. All I remember from that momentary lapse was a massive series of muffled cracks. I looked down at my cocksleeve, & she was in quite a sorry state, but I concluded it didn't come from her. I reached a claw into my tailhole & pulled out the mangled remains of my anal boytoy.

His limbs were all cracked & twisted into unnatural shapes. His head & torso were totally crushed. I had been trying not to clench too hard around him, but it seems I'd lost a bit of control while cumming. Oh well. I would later throw his mangled body into the center of town.

I rolled my remaining toy over. Her once-fabulous breasts had been ground down to the bone, & most of her stomach was open. Her guts would've been hanging out, if not for the fact that I ripped most of them out though her asshole with my enormous scaled cock. Her melted little pussy was still sealed shut, but her uterus was totally exposed & open. She was, amazingly, still breathing.

I dragged her to her feet & forced her to walk with me back to my hoard --- partially so I wouldn't have to touch my own cum, but mostly for my amusement. She waddled after me on legs permanently spread hilariously far apart by her broken pelvis. With every step, she leaked huge wads of blood & dragon cum --- not only from her ass --- but also from the myriad holes ground into her front. Her face, in all this, was relatively unharmed.

I used her again & again until she finally died. She lasted 3 more hours & 2 more orgasms after that first fuck. I kept using her for the next week or so until her body became too ruined & stretched out to enjoy, at which point I pulled off her head to add to my collection & incinerated the rest. Ha! An ice mage, being incinerated, how pathetic. If she had any real skill she would've stopped herself from burning.

Her head now sits atop her old spellbook, with her gold coin tongue hanging out like a copper piece whore with a tacky piercing begging for cock. A fitting end for such a cocky, overendowed bitch.