The Dragon and the Maiden In Distress
By Danyealle
(MF/Fantasy Creature)

Gasping for breath, she kept on running as fast as her legs would carry her. Sweat was running down her face, her eyes stinging when the salty liquid dripped into them, and her heart was pounding so hard she felt as though it would burst. Her ribs where hurting every time she took a breath, but she didn't dare slow down or stop to catch her breath. Behind her, she could still hear the soft thudding against the ground. The loud snuffling, slobbering, and grunting sounds also were there, but they didn't seem to sound any closer, a good sign. Glancing over her shoulder she could see the wild boar hot on her tail.

Just as she was nearing the clearing that was on the banks of the river she stopped cold. There, blocking the opening, was a croc. It was a huge beast, at least 25 feet long, maybe a bit more. No more than 10 feet away from it she could hear that "growl" crocs emitted. Its jaws were open, showing all its jagged teeth as a warning. While she was the one directly in front of it, it didn't seem to be interested in her. Instead, its gaze seemed to be on the snorting boar. Glancing quickly at both beasts, she backed away from the path slowly, stepping off the pathway sideways and backing up into the brush that grew along the side the path.

Neither of the animals seemed to be making a move. It was more like they were sizing up each other before they decided what action should be taken. After a couple of minutes, the boar attacked the huge croc and the fight was on. Like most wild boars, this one ran with a pack, so after a couple minutes of fighting, the growls and sounds of teeth snapping were heard by the other members of the pack. They began to show up on the scene, bounding from the brush and then throwing themselves into the battle. Within minutes, there were 15 of the wild pigs attacking the big croc. As a rule, crocodiles really only have one natural enemy; man. Most animals wouldn't even try to take on a full-grown croc. Even with 15 of them, the boars didn't really have much of a chance of killing the massive reptile, but they could fight him until he retreated. The numbers also made victory by the croc unlikely as well.

Just as the boars seemed to be gaining the upper hand, the croc let out a loud bellow and backed away. Suddenly, its body seemed to begin to ripple and change. In less than two minutes, a massive dragon stood where the croc had been. Twenty-five feet tall, its body was covered with shiny black and red. The claws on its forearms were at least six inches long and looked to be razor sharp. Its eyes were blood red and slitted like those of a snake.

The dragon let out a roar that seemed to rattle the whole area and sent the birds flapping skyward. Before the shock wore off and the boars could again attack, the giant dragon looked at him and then proceeded to breathe fire on them, incinerating all of them where they stood. Once it finished it looked around to make sure there weren't any more, and then let out a roar of triumph.

Tightly gripping a small tree trunk with her fingers, she watched the whole scene play out with a mixture of horror, fear, and amazement. When it was all over, she stood there quietly, hoping that dragon had forgotten her or didn't notice she was still there.

Glancing at her, it cocked its head to the side, but didn't make any move in her direction, nor did it seem to be wary or nervous.

Gulping, she swallowed nervously, having a lump in her throat that felt like it was the size of a golf ball. Her whole body began to shake, not knowing what to do or if it would attack her next.

After gazing at her, the dragon shut its eyes and then began to change again. Instead of the croc that she had seen at first, a man stood there. Smiling, he bowed at her then excused himself. Grabbing an old, beat-up backpack from the bushes, he tugged his clothes on quickly. Once he was in his jeans and a well-worn t-shirt with sturdy work boots on his feet, he came back over to her, smiling.

"Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you, but the boars were the priority. They are nasty, mean critters and the first thing was to get rid of them."

Gazing at him she nodded, but said nothing - struck dumb. Her mind couldn't wrap itself around what she had seen. It had to be shock, because there wasn't any way that the man standing there was the croc and dragon she had seen. All she kept thinking was that it was a hallucination.

Holding out his hand to her, he said softly, "Come on, my place is close. You're in shock and need to rest a bit."

Without thinking, as though she were hypnotized, she took his hand and followed without a word of protest.

Grabbing his pack, he led her down the beach to a small cove where a small shack was built. Leading her inside, he sat her at the kitchen table then made her a cup of tea with a small shot of whiskey in it. Making a face at the taste, she shuddered a bit, but began to feel a bit better after she finished it. In an hour, most of the after-effects had vanished and she was talking with him. His name was Drake and he was what they called a Mokole, a were-croc. When he was a teenager, he had run afoul of a voodoo priestess and had been cursed by her. Now, he was spending time looking for someone to lift the curse.

When she was feeling better, he escorted her home, making sure she arrived safely. When he got there, he asked if he could pay her another visit. Of course she agreed.

The relationship had started out slowly, but gradually deepened into something much more serious. Within six months they were engaged. She had found herself entranced by the handsome man who had come to her rescue. Tall, about 6'5, he was muscular and well-built from manual labor. His eyes were a bluish-gray that were expressive. A rather largish nose that was almost hawk-like and full lips all set into a deeply-tanned face that gave him a rugged, handsome look. Usually he had a couple days' growth of whiskers on his cheeks and chin, as well as longish brown hair that was a mass of unkempt, loose curls that made him a bit scruffy-looking.

His looks were a good contrast to hers. She was on the short side, 5'3" in her stocking feet. A light, almost alabaster complexion that made her dark brown eyes stand out. A small nose and lips that weren't too big or small, all framed with dark brown hair, cut into a page-boy cut made her look as though she was fragile. In the neighborhood of about 120lbs, she had breasts the size of oranges and curves where they belonged, giving her a muted, sensual look.

The night of their honeymoon, both were nervous yet excited. They had done some heavy petting and a bit of masturbation together, but had gone no further. Now, the anticipation was almost palpable. Once their clothes were off and they made it to the bed, their kissing became intense and their hands roamed each other's naked flesh. Magena was a virgin, but all she could think about was having him inside her.

Rolling her onto her back, he slid between her legs and positioned both of them in the classic "missionary position". Holding his throbbing nine-inch cock in one hand, he leaned over her, propped on one hand, nibbling on her lips. Rubbing the head against her gaped open and dripping slit, he got it wet and then began sliding it into her. While keeping her distracted he slid it all the way in, taking her virginity.

Slowly, he began thrusting into her with short, masterful strokes, the kind that one only gets from practice. Finding her clit with his thumb, he rubbed it a bit, trying to gauge what she liked by her reaction.

Before long the stimulation of both his thumb and the fluid strokes of his cock sent her into a long, powerful orgasm. As wave after wave crashed over her, the walls of her pussy gripped his cock, tightly spasming around it. A couple of minutes later, he cried out and then came himself, his cock spitting his cum deep into her pussy.

While they tried to catch their breath, he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms. Softly stroking her damp, sweaty hair, he kissed her tenderly, mumbling, "My maiden."

"My dragon." she replied, giggling at their nicknames.

For Dragon with great affection-a true, wonderful friend