The Dragon

They led me through town towards the cave, stripped naked with my hands chained behind my back, legs with a loose chain between them being exhibited as the sacrifice to the Dark Dragon. I tried to enjoy my last moments being marched through the town; the Dragon always ate its captor alive. I let the cool breeze dance across my skin, knowing that all eyes were on me; trying to get my last voyeuristic thrill.
We were close to the cave; you could see a thin trail of smoke fluttering out of its entrance; the air warming the closer we got. My ears detected some mix of a growl and a purr emanating from the cave as well that sent a strong tingle fluttering down my spine making my muscles clench; I knew I was being watched.
“Send him in…” the deep voice rumbled; more tingles and not just in my spine…
They took off my chains and got me just out of site into the darkness; and left me for dead. Or so they thought.
“Come closer…” the Dragon growled. Did I sense some sort of excitement from the voice? Or was it just that it made all of the lower regions of my body light up with a fire that might be fiercer than the one in the belly of the beast somewhere in the cave.
“I… I can’t… s… see you…” I managed to stutter; the fear finally setting in.
A single golden eye appeared in the dark, and I thought I may have seen a glint of teeth in a smile?
“Walk towards my eye…” The deep voice boomed; my legs actually shaking in the mix of pure terror, but still that familiar twinge of desire. I walked clumsily toward the light of that golden piercing eye.
“Finally.” I barely heard him murmur before he shot of a jet of flame that I seemed certain was destined to leave me a raw hunk of medium rare, but instead hit a torch slight to the side of me, and subsequently lit all of the torches in a circle revealing the Dark Dragon.
He wasn’t as enormous as legends had said, but he still was a sight to behold. Shimmering black scales that looked sensuously smooth but solid at the same time covered him, with slightly grayer ones on his belly that seemed to lead the eyes to what laid between those two powerful black legs. But he growl/purred again which lead my eyes up from his webbed wings to the chiseled muzzle with those piercing glowing eyes of molten gold that made those incessant tingles flare up even more powerfully as I watched a forked tongue flutter out of his mouth”
His lip curled up in an obvious grin showing those ivory knives of terror at me and gave me a satisfied look. “So, they finally send me a MALE sacrifice…”
I shook in terror and fell to my knees; sure that I was just being toyed with before being gobbled up. “Please don’t eat me!”
The Dragon cocked his head in an unusual way. “Eat you eh? Well, I may have if you were a woman… I guess I will be eating you sort of…” He chuckled; a thin bit of smoke escaping his lips as he did.
“W… What do you mean? I managed to choke out; in spite of my circumstances, I was curious. I was the first male sacrifice… well… ever as far as history was concerned.
His tongue flicked out, the fork scratching up right around my nipple before returning to his mouth; his tongue slightly rough like a cats. I couldn’t help but let a small excited noise escape from my mouth.
“And a willing participant none the less!” He roared making the cave shake slightly. “I don’t plan on eating you for supper boy… Being stuck in this cave for so many years, I find myself… lacking certain pleasures in life…” He looked at me quizzically; trying to see if I understood or if he would have to make it clearer.
“What pleasures sir?” I asked, trying to sound not too curious, but failing miserably; I had a feeling they were along the same lines as that heart exploding lick, and I thought an enormous dragon would like me to play dumb; it might be a turn on.
“Oh?” he said in a way that let me know I was right, before flicking out his tongue again on the other nipple. I moaned audibly. “Your body says otherwise… I’ve needed a good bitch boy for years now. I have never, to use your human phrases ‘swung the right side of the fence’ if you understand.”
“So, I’m the first of what you truly needed in centuries sir?” I said putting emphasis on the sir. I could tell he liked it.
He growl/purred approvingly. “I believe that you are finally getting the drift bitch boy… You will be mine and used for my pleasure only, do you understand?”
“Yes master sir.” I offered, trying the act the part of the fuck toy I had always wanted to play. (The village wasn’t such fans of my sexuality and thus I had never been able to afford such pleasures.)
He grinned again, the teeth igniting just the right amount of fear to add to the ultimate excitement. “But even that being so, I am not so cruel a master as to deny you of all pleasures… Besides, you will need to be warmed up for what is to come. Now lay on the ground on your back bitch boy.” He growled the last two words with intense ferocity.
“Yes master.” I replied, and complied; laying flat on my back against the cold stone floor of the cave.
“What a specimen indeed… You want my tongue again bitch boy?” he growled fluttering it against an earlobe.
“Oh yes master…” I half moaned, half whimpered.
“Beg for it…”
“Oh please master!