Thread: Control The Dragons, Control The Treasures(Retsu & Collector of rarites)

Ashur was a proud dragoness. Many stories told of the pride of dragons, but few got to experience a dragon like Ashur first-hand. Granted, not all dragons were as arrogant as she - many of her sisters led quieter lives, hiding away from or coexisting with humans - but Ashur took pride in her reputation. The fear the humans below felt for her ensured that tributes of gold and jewels were sent regularly and her hoard had grown quite large over the centuries. Not to mention, she could just fly through the local farmlands and take cattle and horses whenever she was feeling peckish. If she was to be perfectly honest, human flesh was perhaps her least favorite dish as great and fearsome as she was, she still felt squeamish about eating things that were once people. Still, every now and then a foolish knight or local youth would brave her mountain, which she intentionally populated with monsters and death traps, giving her a moment's amusement as she watched them inevitably fail in their quests. Sometimes, though, there was a special human who made his way through. It was rare, but occasionally Ashur got to deal with intruders herself. Of course, dragons were not quite as they seemed in legend while they were truly lethal in combat, any fight with a human man was a carefully orchestrated dance. One step out of line and the man would perish, but a combatant skilled enough to see through the charade would be able to find the pattern of her attacks and overpower her. That was where the real fun started the defeated dragoness would allow the man the chance to take her any way he liked and, if he was able to satisfy her to climax, she would be his loyal servant. Of course, failing to pleasure a dragoness meant that he was unworthy and the human would promptly be killed. So far, only one man had been able to overpower Ashur, but the fight had left him breathless and his endurance when attempting to claim her had been lacking, leading to his demise. Still, Ashur was looking forward to seeing what this knight had to offer. And, if he couldn't satisfy her, she could always use any one of her magical sex toys to see herself through to conclusion. Ashur's eyes gleamed from the darkness as the knight challenged her. Sir Bott was a mountain of a man, but Ashur stood a good six inches taller than he did. She was naked - for what business did a dragon have wearing clothes? - save for the crimson fur that covered her body. She had short, wavy red hair growing from her scalp and a pair of sweeping, black horns growing out the back of her head. She had a short snout, making her face appear more human than animal, and an alluring, hourglass figure with wide, egg-bearing hips and D-cup breasts with rosy nipples that only barely stood out from her fur. Large, bat-like wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and a long tail swished behind her with every slow, sensual step. Everything about her oozed sexuality as she took her sweet time exiting her cave. Oh? she chuckled in response to the knight's challenge. The little human thinks that he's entitled to my hoard because he's managed to make his way to my front door? She stretched her wings dramatically and beat them once, launching her into the air. Very well, knave you shall have your challenge! She launched herself at him, lashing out with a series of swooping attacks that brought her down to his level for just long enough to strike before winging her way back into the air. As Jean got a hang of that pattern, she began pelting him with bolts of magic energy, forcing him to dodge or block them with his shield. Every time he adapted to her pattern of attack, she added something new to the mix, weaving an intricate but deadly dance between the two of them. If he had the skill to keep up, Jean would be in no actual danger. One step out of line, though, and he would perish on the spot. After the dance had gone on for several minutes, Ashur intentionally left herself open, allowing Jean an opportunity to take her down with very little harm to either of them. If he landed his blow, she would collapse to the ground, her hips raised enticingly for the man who defeated her.