The Mountain
by (Hidden)
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Imagine that the current mundane world still has some creatures that are secretly manifesting within our society. Victor, a nerdy programmer, is a keen hiker and he meticulously had planned his trip to climb a mountain. Everything is fine until he ends up falling into a pit. From that moment on his life has rigorously been changed.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction .
It was a wonderful time of the year, not too hot and not too cold either. The humidity was low, which was nice, especially because the hill, I was climbing, was quite steep. I slept well and every day I learned to pack up a little faster. Luckily the weather stayed dry which made folding and packing my tent into its small pouch easy. The air mattress had a special valve that allowed the air to rush out almost instantly.
It were the other little things that slowed me down like washing up and packing my clothes. I had to discipline myself to do these chores before I went to sleep. As I hiked uphill, I followed a small mountain stream that provided me with the necessary resources.
In the beginning I had to force myself to step into the cold water to bathe but as with all things; I got used to it and after a week I liked the refreshing clear water splashing over my body. The water should be potable, but I didn’t like to be taking chances and I ran it through my purifier anyway. It was more the thought that someone else higher up might use the same stream to bathe or even worse to relieve themselves.
When I sat down for a break, the soothing sound of running water could be heard while the birds made a lot of noise. It was spring and every male bird was trying to impress their potential mate.
This was the best season to do this hike and I had planned my holiday months ago. As freelancer I had the freedom to hold off any work, knowing that most of my clients were fine with it.
Today, my lunch consisted of a few nutria-bars and my last apple. I didn’t mind because I was on the last leg of my hike; as soon as I reached the top a car would be waiting for me and I would drive myself back to civilization.
I sighed because I estimated I needed two more days to reach the top. That was if nothing happened and the weather held out. I looked up, admiring the clear blue sky and I knew the sun was getting stronger every day.
The solar panel on my backpack allowed me to charge my torch each day and kept all my equipment in working order and for emergencies I could connect to Starlink.
The next morning, when I got up, I inhaled the clean air deeply, and heaved the heavy rucksack onto my back. I saw a few rocky points that were lit up by the sun. I wanted to reach those before sunset.
When I stepped out of the stream, that evening, I chastised myself when I realized the sun was too low to see it anymore. Somehow the water seemed a lot warmer and I’d stayed in the stream much longer than normal. With my towel wrapped around my waist I walked towards my tent. I could just see the white dome which was further away than I had imagined.
The abundance of spongy moss made the soil under my feet feel soft. But mixed among the moss were patches with sharp sticks that pricked into my bare soles. I cursed because the darkness was preventing me from seeing what was on the forest floor and that I had been too lazy to put my boots on. I could make out darker patches that I wanted to avoid because I believed those had the nasty pointy stubs.
I was relieved that I could see the tent’s white dome and that my feet were still intact, but I stopped when I saw a large section of dark growth in front of me. I tested it by carefully putting my foot down and cursed when a sharp spike almost pierced my flesh.
I must have taken a different route back from the one I took to get to the stream. Now it was almost too dark to distinguish the safe moss from the treacherous spiky parts. In the fading light, I thought I could make out a slightly lighter patch that seemed to circle around the spikes. Hesitantly I walked away from the tent in the hope that there was a path that would bring me back to safety.
Now that the sun had set, the air had cooled down considerably and I had to move faster to keep myself warm. So, I followed the strip that meandered through the trees and sincerely hoped there was a split that would lead me back to the tent. But the path led me closer to the large rock formation that loomed up massively in the dark sky. I looked at the shear wall and wondered why it was so much lighter in color than the rest of the rocks I had encountered during the hike.
I stepped forward but instead of stepping on the soft moss my foot found nothing but air. Before I knew what had happened, I fell down.
I screamed and yelled when my bare back scraped against a rough surface. Inanely grabbing at air, I desperately tried to stop my fall but my hands and feet slid uselessly over a wet, slimy surface. Then I sailed through the air and landed on something that was not as hard as solid rock. Except for my head, it did hit a rock.
A sultry moan sounded next to me. Then blackness.
My head hurt. It throbbed with the rhythm of my heart. I was hot, way too hot and I tried to pull down the blanket but somehow I couldn’t move my arms. It felt like I was being held close to another, much softer body.
A soft snoring noise above my head, like a cat purring in its sleep, a very large cat. I wanted to turn but my legs were held down by a warm, soft mass. It dawned on me that I was embraced by a creature that was at least two feet taller than me.
Concentrating on what was happening, I felt my bottom being pushed forward a little when the large creature inhaled, and my hair moved when it breathed out.
I opened my eyes, trying to see where I was but it was dark. Wherever I looked, there was blackness. Even when I lifted my head to extend my view, there was nothing but darkness.
The creature’s body tensed, crushing my arms and chest even more. In a few moments it relaxed, giving me the necessary room to breathe and move my stiff muscles.
“Such a fidget,” rumbled above my head.
It was my turn to freeze. I couldn’t put my finger on the strange way it spoke my language. The weird pronunciation of the word ‘such’ with the prolonged ‘s’ sounded almost alien.
The voice was gentle when it asked, “How is your head?”
“Well, I know it’s still attached to my body because it hurts like hell,” I answered truthfully.
There was a chuckle that shook my body, which caused my head to jostle. I hissed when sharp pains shot through my body.
“What happened?” Its voice sounded alert.
“It’s my fault. I made you laugh,” I replied, groaning. “Any sudden movement and my head feels really bad.”
“You do have quite a bump,” it replied. “You’re lucky you didn’t crack your skull. But you’re still bleeding.”
I had trouble processing the information, “What do you mean?”
“You have a big cut in your scalp and my bandage didn’t stop the bleeding. Maybe we should cauterize the wound.”
My head throbbed louder hearing that suggestion. I urged my sluggish brain to look for an alternative. In my medikit, I had a spray that could seal wounds. I knew it would be a pain to get the sticky stuff out of my hair but anything would be better than enduring the pain of burning my skin.
“I need to get to my gear,” I said, “I have something that can fix the problem.”
It was a strange and chilling feeling when I suddenly was freed from my restrictions, I shivered when air cooled the clammy parts of my body.
“What am I looking for?” asked the voice.
“Erm, my tent is a white dome and there is a backpack that has a medikit in it.”
Its voice sounded curt, “Your ‘tent’ and other ‘gear’ is already here.”
“Oh, right,” I replied perturbed, “in my backpack is a white box with a red cross on it.”
Then there was silence. I strained my ears to pick up any sounds like the unzipping of my backpack but nothing. I slowly turned onto my stomach and I realized how stiff and sore I actually was. The fall must have had quite an impact on me.
“Good,” the creature rumbled softly while it came back to sit next to me, “I’ll take the bandage off.”
“How can you see?” I asked, “It’s pitch black here.”
“I can see enough.”
“Erm,” I said, “there is a spray that should seal off the wound. Did you find it?”
“Lift your head a little,” it said with a commanding voice and continued while it carefully removed the bandage, “and for your information, I can read.”
My head was strangely tender when the bandage was removed and I wasn’t prepared for a sudden sharp sting.
“Argh!” I shouted.
“It has to be disinfected before sealing it off,” it rumbled. “It would be a waste to see you die.”
The intense pain subsided too slowly. I gritted my teeth because I knew the sealant was diluted with alcohol.
“Please,” I groaned, “make it quick. It’s hurting like hell.”
The next thing I remembered was the cold spray splashing onto my wound. The pain was unbearable. I tried to shy away but a firm hand kept my head perfectly still. Then nothing.
The darkness was still there when I opened my eyes again. I felt groggy and it felt as if my mouth was full of sand. I was alone but heavy blankets kept me comfortable, snug, and warm. My head was still sore but the annoying throbbing was almost gone. My heartbeat was slower than the last time I was awake. It was a good sign; my body wasn’t in acute distress anymore.
Carefully, I touched my fingers to the back of my head, the soft fabric felt dry. I did not feel crusty, dried up blood, meaning my wound was still sealed.
“Finally,” its grumble came from a few feet away, “I thought you wouldn’t make it.”
It was the first time I heard the heavy footsteps of the creature moving towards me.
“I” I croaked. I tried to clear my painful throat.
“Drink.”
A warm mug was pushed into my hand, and with effort I managed to take a small sip. The warm and soothing liquid slid down my dry throat. As if it knew that I was trying to figure out what I was drinking, the creature said, “It’s a broth I made from game I hunted.”
The rich savory broth soothed my throat and after I took a few more sips, I said, “It tastes very good, thank you.”
I heard a little huff, but I wasn’t sure what to make of it, or if it came from the creature. “Just finish it.”
Next, its voice sounded really close to my ear, “You need a bath.”
Before I could process it’s intent, the blankets disappeared. I realized I was naked. The cool air in the dark space gave me goosebumps but warm hands picked me up as if I weighed nothing.
“Whoa!” I murmured while my legs dangled in the air, “I think I can walk.”
“Do you see the two openings?” It asked.
I had no clue where to look. “Erm, no. It’s pitch black.”
“I’m hatching glowworms but as long as they aren’t matured you’re depending on me.”
I huffed. “Can’t you just guide me? I mean, can you just tell me where to go?”
I could feel it shake when it chuckled and as it carefully moved my body down it said, “Such stubbornness.”
My bare feet hit the icy cold floor. Using its strong arms for leverage, I pulled myself up but my head decided this wasn’t a good idea. My leg muscles agreed and promptly stopped working. A switch had been turned off.
“Fuck,” I slurred before I dropped down like a rag doll.
I felt stupid when the creature wrapped its arms around my chest, preventing me from falling down.
“Easy,” it grumbled softly while it suddenly pulled me against its body. My head was cushioned by something warm and super spongy and it saved me from a massive headache.
“Oops,” I croaked.
Her strong arms maneuvered me into the cradling position and, without a word, I was carried away. My mind was reeling about what had just happened, especially how my head had landed on something that clearly belonged to a female.
I was astonished when she started to walk. With every step, my arm nearest to her chest was gently pressed between two warm masses. It felt as if she had ginormous breasts.
Still unsettled because I couldn’t see a thing, I was now extra curious to see her, soft, full, and apparently naked, body.
Our walk was short, probably because she took big steps, and soon enough we were in a warm, very moist space. There was an echo of water rushing past, like an underground river.
A thrill of excitement ran through me when I heard her feet splash through water. I groaned with pleasure when warm water started sluicing around my body.
“Not too warm?”
I still was in her arms like a little baby but I didn’t care. “It’s perfect,” I cooed.
“Relief yourself,” she commanded.
Even though it was against my ethics to foul the water I was genuinely thankful I could empty my overfull bladder.
The warm water was soothing and without thinking I pulled myself closer to her. I wasn’t sure why I felt so compassionate, and the urge to snuggle up to her was ever so strong. It was the first time I squashed her breasts and could feel her nipples stiffening.
Without any warning she suddenly stood and clumsily moved me away from her chest. “It’s time,” she rumbled, “you need to rest.”
I shivered when the fresh air cooled down my body.
“I will put you down in a chair that has a towel draped over. You can dry yourself.”
“Okay.”
It was strangely arousing when she slowly put me down. One of her wet warm breasts touched my cheek and if I’d had the nerve I could have turned my mouth towards her rooting for her nipple. But my sore head and my overall weak condition kept me frail.
I was disappointed when her warm breast vanished and pleasantly surprised when I felt the soft and fluffy fabric draped over me. Maybe I had expected an old rough cloth to dry myself but this was a luxury.
“Thank you,” I said. “It’s so nice and soft.”
Again I heard her little huff.
“What?” I spoke up, “Don’t you like compliments?”
“It’s nothing,” sounded from a distance.
“Well, I appreciate the effort.”
She huffed.
“My name is Victor,” I said while I made sure I was completely dry, “and I’m grateful you’re helping me.”
“He who conquered,” she replied.
I snorted. “Yeah perhaps, but not at the moment.”
“You did.” Her voice was a lot closer. “You won the battle because you’re still here.”
Automatically, I reached to the back of my head, realizing she was right. “With help from you.”
“You managed to provide me with the right tools. It would have taken me too long to concoct the necessary potion to heal such a bad wound.”
She was right but only because she’d found my tent.
I chuckled. “Alright, let’s leave it to a joined effort.”
Her voice sounded less rough when she replied, “Perhaps, but now you really need to rest.”
Her large hands moved under my knees and behind my back. With little effort she lifted me out of the chair and dropped me, still wrapped in the towel, onto the mattress. It took only a short moment to untangle myself, when she started to pull the fluffy fabric away.
“Go to sleep, Victor,” she said. “Sleep is the best medicine for your injuries.”
I loved the musky smell of the heavy blankets and as I settled myself I asked, “Are you going to tell me your name?”
She huffed.
It was disarming how she showed her uneasiness, again. “I’ll sleep a lot better if I know the name of the person who rescued me.”
“Such determination,” she said, and then sighed deeply before she continued, “My name is Elysia. A name chosen by my mother who must have been quite delirious at the time.”
Her answer intrigued me, especially because her mother was in the same sentence when she reluctantly gave away her name. “Elysia,” I echoed while I listened to what I just had said. Her name sounded nice and I decided it did fit her.
“I think it fits you,” I remarked sincerely.
There was her little huff again. It was cute.
“Perhaps I should call you Mrs. Huff,” I said and I yawned while I snuggled into the thick blankets.
“Go to sleep,” Elysia rumbled. I tried to rebel but my eyes were too heavy to keep open and I couldn’t prevent myself from falling asleep.
I woke up with a hard on. I vaguely remembered the dream; I sucked on juicy fat nipples that protruded from delicious soft breasts. Relaxed, I reached for my erection with the intention to keep it hard for a while longer. My heart skipped a beat when I graced my fingers over a warm but rough surface. Only then I realized an arm was draped over me.
It took me a few moments to understand that Elysia had snuggled up to me, protectively cradling my body against her and her hand was barely an inch away from my throbbing cock.
The idea that her massive tits were pressing against my back was enough to keep my member as hard as steel. Intrigued, I carefully touched her arm again. I tried to determine what my fingertips were feeling when I moved up her arm. Only when I moved down again, did I suddenly realize what covered her arm: scales!
I let my hand trail down her arm to her hand, where the skin was devoid of scales. Curious, I followed her index finger all the way down to her nail. I was shocked at how long and sharp it was.
I never would have guessed because the times she’d carried me, she never had grazed her nails over my skin.
Absentmindedly, I traced my finger over her hand and suddenly she moved it away. I breathed in deeply when her hand touched my erection. I was terrified for a moment, which became only even more scary when she firmly grabbed it.
I must have squeaked because Elysia moved away with such a speed that the blankets disappeared from the bed.
A groan sounded a foot away from me. Her voice sounded rough when she said, “I’m sorry.”
“I, I,” I stammered, “it’s not your fault. I was a little curious and I, erm, explored your arm and hand with my fingers. I guess I tickled you and you moved your hand away.”
She huffed.
I chuckled. “Look,” I said, “this was bound to happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you are a female dragon and I’m a man. We both are naked and you did snuggle up to me in your sleep.”
She huffed again, which was interesting in itself, because she didn’t deny she was a dragon.
“Honestly, I don’t mind.” I said softly, “It makes me feel safe.”
Elysia returned to the bed, draping the blankets over us. I took the initiative to move my back against her body. I grabbed her arm, pulled it over me, and as I caressed her scales I asked, “Are you a dragon?”
“My species are of the draconic kind, yes,” she admitted. “Although, I don’t have wings.”
“Hmmm,” I said while I kept on tracing my fingers over her skin, “Too bad. I would have loved to see you fly.”
“Those kinds of dragons don’t exist anymore,” she replied harshly. “They have been hunted into extinction.”
I sighed. “Humans are just animals.”
“As were they. They did eat your infants,” she rumbled, “and after several failed attempts to have a truce, your kind joined together and killed them all.”
“Oof.”
“My mother decided to hide and created this place,” Elysia continued, “your world became more violent and there was no space for ethereal creatures like us.”
“Tell me,” I said, “why did you rescue me? After all I’m from the violent world.”
She turned away from me, I was reluctant to let go of her arm. “Normally a person wouldn’t survive the fall down into the pit. You were lucky I happened to walk right under the opening when you fell down.”
“No way,” I gushed, “you cushioned my fall?”
“At least I tried.”
Her voice was soft which evoked the urge to comfort her. Slowly, I reached out to her and as soon as I’d found her arm I moved my hand to her shoulder. It was difficult to find a place where there were no spikes jutting out. As I traced my fingers down her shoulder I said softly, “Thank you.”
“You were just lucky I was there at the right moment.”
I huffed, I had a hard time believing it had been just luck, because I felt a connection with her and that was something I couldn’t just ignore. “Lucky my ass,” I murmured.
“I don’t understand. What has your behind to do with it?”
I chuckled halfheartedly because I have always had difficulty sharing my unorthodox belief systems. They always got me in unpleasant situations. But I decided to be honest with her and answered, “You know, I won’t accept I was just lucky. I mean, I feel connected to you as if we’ve been together for centuries.”
She gently pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her breath warmed my fingers when she said, “It’s rare that my pheromones have such a strong effect on a human like you.”
Her soft lips pressed briefly on the back of my hand and I was not prepared how my body suddenly hungered for a more intimate contact.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered when my cock jumped to life in a split second.
Elysia chuckled but then sighed deeply. “I feel that my body is changing,” she conceded. “Your presence, your smell, your voice, your affection, it has a profound effect on me.”
“What are you talking about?”
She took a deep breath and blew it out again. I hated the silence. It was as if she was reluctant to tell me what was bothering her.
“Hey,” I said as I gently caressed her soft cheek, “I owe you my life. So, please tell me; what can I do for you?”
“I want you to stay with me.”
That remark made me think: do I really wanted to stay with her? Stay down here longer? How long? I estimated I had a week or so before my planned holiday would end. There was some room to extend it to another week, after that the probability of losing clients was inevitable.
“I can stay another 14 days,” I replied.
“Do you have a mate?”
“No,” I instantly replied. “Nobody is waiting for me to come home. I work for several companies and they expect me to be available.”
Again there was silence, and I didn’t like it.
“Why do you want me to stay?” I asked.
Her voice sounded brittle when she said, “To complete the cycle of life.”
Her words seemed to linger in the air, I needed more time to fathom what they meant. The idea she wanted me to be the father of her future child was unsettling and exciting at the same time. Would it be safe for me? Would I survive such an adventure?
“Erm,” I said cautiously, “are you sure we’re compatible? You know, you being a draconic creature and I’m just a human.”
“We will be, eventually,” she said calmly. “My body will change and yours will change as well.”
“Is that why you want me to stay?”
She pressed her lips on my fingers again. “I need you,” she whispered, “I’ve been waiting for a long time.”
I rolled my eyes. This was a major drama. I truly hated drama.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “You’re asking for a lot. I mean, what if I’m not ready for this?”
“You are confusing me, Victor.”
I huffed.
“I can hear your elevated heart rate and your body is warmer,” she said while she slowly slid her fingers down my arm.
I hated that my body responded to her touch and I couldn’t deny I was desperate for a good fuck. It had been ages since I had sex. But I wasn’t sure how to approach this. What could I say to her?
She was smart, could read and was skilled in other rather obscure practices.
I shuddered when she traced her sharp nails over my chest. As I grabbed her hand I grumbled, “Stop it, Elysia.”
She chuckled. The mattress jolted a bit when she moved closer to me and I gasped when she guided my hand to her breasts. I whimpered softly when my fingers graced over a fat nipple. Fascinated by the soft but firm flesh of her stiffening nipple I circled her areola which puffed out from her breast.
“It feels nice,” she sighed.
“It’s no fair,” I said while I softly pinched her nipple, “How can I resist you?”
I felt the warm breath just before her lips were briefly pressed against my mouth. “Why would you?”
“Because you’re a dragon?”
I sucked in air when her fingers touched my raging erection. I groaned when her hand rhythmically squeezed my boner.
“This belongs to be somewhere else,” she whispered in my ear.
“Oh god Elysia!” I gasped.
Her delicious hard nipple suddenly moved away and her heavenly onslaught on my painful hard cock had been stopped. The mattress jolted again and I felt something heavy resting against my hip.
“Move away a little,” she commanded huskily.
Then it dawned on me; Elysia was lying on her back! I moved away and with a trembling hand I touched the inside of her leg. To my surprise her skin felt soft, as if my fingers were gliding over a warm silky surface. I followed the curve of her toned leg and it was intriguing to feel the scales getting harder and rougher the further my hand went down. It actually made sense; you don’t want scales rubbing over each other when you were walking.
Forced by my curiosity, I slowly moved my hand towards her groin. The skin not only became even softer but also a lot warmer. The darkness gave it an extra dimension and I held my breath when I finally reached Elysia’s most intimate part of her body. Smooth skin was replaced by silky soft pubic hair and I carefully explored her pussy. Her large mons of Venus curved beautifully into her hood that protected her significantly large clit. I would’ve loved seeing it but for now I had to use my imagination.
As soon as my fingers slipped over her wet labia, Elysia tilted her hips, trying to get them slide into her channel.
My confidence grew by the minute while I was teasing her soaking wet pussy and I couldn’t hardly wait to replace my fingers with my throbbing girth. I decided to tease her a little longer by tracing soft kisses on her lower stomach up to her delicious breasts.
I loved her scent that reminded me of a hot summer evening in a lavender field. Her low rumbling when I pressed my lips on her warm skin, was exciting and scary at the same time. I searched for her belly button but found only my sexy dragon’s soft skin below her impressive six-pack.
“You’re such a tease,” she said huskily.
“I’m sorry,” I said absentmindedly while I explored her body with my lips. I lazily moved my fingers over her slippery pussy lips. She was just amazing.
“You’re torturing me,” she uttered, “Please.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind a warning was blaring at me; I was teasing a dragon who was at least ten times stronger than me. I stopped exploring and as I lifted my head I asked, “What do you want, Elysia?”
“Mate with me, Victor.”
Those were the words I was waiting for and I gladly positioned myself to have the most exciting experience of my life. I slid my raging hard erection over her wet pussy lips, making it ready to enter her dragon pussy. I smiled when her hand intervened to position my cock at her inner channel.
I tilted my hips and pressed the blunt head of my member against her inner lips. It didn’t take much effort to slip into her and it felt amazing. Her massive breasts cushioned my chest when I lowered my body to hers, searching for her plump lips.
“This is divine,” she whispered in my ear, “I feel so satisfied.”
“Yes, you do feel wonderful,” I groaned while I started to slowly pump my girth into her slick channel. I deliberately pushed my groin against her mons of Venus to enhance her experience in the hope she would reach her climax as well. Then I remembered her amazing fat nipples and, like a baby, I started to search for them. It didn’t take me long to latch on and I adored the firm nub that I eagerly sucked on.
My heart sang when I heard her breathing getting labored which gave me the power to forcefully piston my steel hard cock into her surprisingly tight pussy. I started to grunt every time I rammed my hips against her muscled thighs. I was seeing stars when my climax suddenly hit me and I tried to keep on banging my groin against her clit in the hope I could give her the release she deserved.
Then there was the moment I desperately had been waiting for; her inner channel started to spasm, squeezing my cock to become even harder than before. Totally out of breath I hoped I had given her what she wanted I collapsed on her sweaty warm body.
With a start I woke up. My body was too hot again. I smiled when I realized Elysia had pulled me to her body. I loved to feel her soft breasts squashed against my back.
I let out a sigh of content when I remembered I had the fuck of my life. She’d helped me to climb off her body because my muscles were too weak to do it myself. I couldn’t even recall if we had an after-sex conversation. I must have fallen asleep instantly.
I opened my eyes and to my surprise the room was bathed in a soft yellow glow. I looked up and saw the ceiling was covered with patches of tiny glowing rods that slowly wriggled. I studied the remarkable glow worms for a while. They gave enough light to see everything in the spacious room.
Slowly I turned, trying not to wake my sexy dragon. I wanted to have the opportunity to study Elysia’s face. With a little persistence I managed to move further away from my bedmate so I could see her face for the first time.
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