Dragon Story
Copyright© 2025 by Taze
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A short story. Mattias runs a tavern in the rural country. One day a scrawny girl with fiery eyes and small stubs of wings growing out her back barges in. Dragons are long thought to be extinct in this world. Mattias is placed into a twisted life with this fire breathing girl in his care, their relationship growing through their differences.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma Consensual Heterosexual High Fantasy Furry Masturbation Petting Spitting
Night had fallen over the small tavern, a crooked old building nested amongst the pine trees.The thick wooden walls were darkened by age and the roof was missing a quarter of its tiles. Above the coarsely creaky door, on an unpolished copper sign stood the house’s name The Dragon’s Breath. Before Mattias owned it it had been his fathers, and his fathers before that.
Being only a few steps off from the heavily-trafficked Merchant’s Road meant he saw some fair business from passerby travelers. Tankards and plates crowded the tables this night, a band of mercenaries had entered begging for food to eat and ale to drink. Mattias was idly whistling to himself and slowly working away at the mess in the compact dining hall. Soon, he thought, it was time to hire someone to help him run the place.
His mind darted to a girl named Ylva, a handful of years younger than him. She was a cheesemonger’s daughter, living a few hours away on horseback in the nearby village of Ellwood. She would make a fine barmaid, if not only for her looks.
The last time he had seen her was when picking up an order of cheese from her mother’s shop. She wore an elegant long winter dress that brought out the royal curve of her hips, they stretched the fabric to form folds over the area between her legs. Her smile lit up the shop. Mattias could just barely make out her young but ample breasts underneath the heavy fabric.
He reclined on one of the bar stools, the image of Ylva still imprinted in his mind. Idly his mind started drifting to all manner of possibility. Thoughts of Ylva working in the bar, having a few to many mugs of ale. His hand drifted down towards his pants, tracing the outline of a throbbing erection. He would take her to the pantry room. He stroked his cock up and down in his pants slowly while imagining how he’d unbutton her sheer white blouse, the other hand searching underneath her skirt, teasing the inside of her thick thigh before making contact and unleashing a fury of pleasure into her. She’d squirm as his fingers disappeared between the slippery folds of her vulva, then silencing an aggressive moan in her palm as he began rhythmically stroking her spot.