Chapter 12 - (DESOLATION OF SMAUG) Bilbo and Friends vs Smaug!
Slowly, slowly, the gold coins fell away as the beast rose from within the hoard, eyes gleaming bright orange in the darkness. Bilbo wasn't feeling too pleased with this turn of events; trying to get the Arkenstone would be a lot trickier with the dragon waking up mere metres away from him. If he didn't do something, the dreaded Smaug would be upon him, and Thorin's hopes and dreams (and Bilbo's own life, natch). He needed to disappear. Tentatively, as the dragon continued to raise up, he pulled the ring out of his pocket, this dreaded ring that made him invisible yet also made him... something dark.
Despite the darkness dwelling within it, despite the corruption he felt form it, Bilbo decided that another go with the ring was better than. Sliding it onto his finger, he vanished from mortal vision just as the dragon finished pulling herself from the gold. Though clearly draconic from the smooth scaled skin, a dark orangish-brown in colour, and the intricate crests of horns that gave the impression of short hair, her face was actually quite pretty, like the one you may say on a lovely bartender in an inn. Thorin had warned him that the dragon was both feminine and humanoid enough to be considered attractive, alluring even, and he was thankful for the dwarf's advice. At least he was ready for whatever sinful thoughts such a concept might provoke, more prepared for it.
Of course, her lovely face did not distract from the sharp gleam of her eyes; the dragon knew her sanctuary had been invaded, and she was not happy. Holding his breath, aware that he could be making a fatal mistake, Bilbo slowly raised himself up onto his feet, assessing her eyes throughout his slow motion. The way they glowed spoke of her awareness, but they were not locked onto him. Good, then she couldn't see him. But as it seemed, the dragon had other ways of finding her prey...
"Well... thief." The dragon purred, her voice surprisingly soft and lovely for a gargantuan reptile, the sultry feminine tone nevertheless contrasting the suspscious expression she wore. She leaned forward slightly, her nose flaring slightly as she sniffed, suspended on her long arms bearing leathery wings and lethal claws, beginning to crawl forward. As he slowly lowered himself back down to the gold, watching her lovely face start to pass over him, her ridged chin sliding down into a silkenly smooth neck, she continued: "I smell you... I hear your breath... I feel your air..."
Her arms stretched out, carrying her over him, and he kept low to avoide her smooth paler underside from touching him. He looked back, and he had a slap a hand over his mouth to keep from gasping when gargantuan orbs swayed slowly above him. Thorin had also warned of the dragon's enormities, breasts large enough to support a house on each one, so astonishingly round and perky. The peaks of each tit, paler than the browner scales, stroked across the piles of gold, scattering coins as the dragon moved, and he feared he would be crushed under them. But luckily, the cleft of the valley between them was spacious enough that, as her cleavage passed by, he was between them, briefly covered in shadow as they moved overhead. Had he dared to, he could have reached out and grabbed himself a handful of dragon tit. Good grief.
The dragon raised up slightly, her breasts rising away from him, and he allowed a breath as the danger passed, only to see she was lying on her side now, bringing her head back to face his general direction. Laid down like so, she seemed less like a predatory monster and more like a temptress hoping to lull a poor fool into her grasp. The great wings hid most of her body, but her lovely face and gargantuan cleavage was bared before him, sinfully beautiful and terrifyingly alluring. He felt a little touch of heat in his groin and gulped slightly; this might be harder (in more ways than one) than he'd thought.
She had a slight smile, still sniffing; she must know the intruder was distracted by her beauty, hesitating in any attempt to escape purely to gaze upon her magnificence. A claw came around to teasingly grasp at a breast, squeezing the soft yet inpenetrable flesh, and she listened for the faintest of whimpers, before leaning forward, her face coming closer and closer to where the thief must be, where the intrusive smell is most potent.
"Where are you?" She murmured throatily, as if she wanted to find her lover instead of an intruder, and she whispered it again, now so close that her lips were but a metre away from the invisible hobbit, tone almost pleading. "Where are you?"
Bilbo imediately fled, unable to withstand such close proximity to the monstrous seductress. The dragon's expression switched from tempting pleasure to sharp anger, and she gave an irrtated snarl as her massive frame began moving in pursuit, winged arms dragging her over the gold as she slithered like a snake after the movements of gold coins scattering under invisible feet. Bilbo ran as fast as he could, knowing full well that the dragon was onto him, and quickly decided that evasion would serve him better than speed.
He managed to throw himself behind a gigantic pillar, quickly leaping up to take shelter in its crevices, just as the dragon rumbled past him, scattering coins like a great whale in the ocean. Watching with a mixture of fear and anticipation, he watched as the dragon reared up from the hoard, arms hefting her up as she looked around. Her physique was humanoid indeed; he could see how her back sensually trailed down into cuvraceous hips, and then into powerful thighs, her rounded rear bearing the long tail just above the cleft of her buttocks, but it seemed she liked to keep low to the ground, like a serpent. He wondered if that might make her more exotic, a primordial mixture of beast and beauty.
Oh dear, he was kind of getting hard by now. Curses.
"Come now, don't be shy..." She murmured, flicking a long tongue sensually over her lips, her voice at first soft and sensual before it became hard and demanding, a mistress commanding her inferiors: "Step into the light."
Okay, definitely hard now.
Regardless, Bilbo did not respond, simply hiding and staring as the dragon reared up and turned around, her breasts swaying with the movement as her hips shifted over gold. Smaug adopted a contemplative expression as she sniffed at the air, again idly fondling herself with a claw as she considered the scents around her, the lustrous scent of gold and the faint but potent scent of thief. Bilbo had to say, watching a gargantuan dragon mistress touching herself up was quite possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen; of course, it was just a lure, to try and make him give up his location, but he could still get a kick out of watching it.
A moment of grasping her own breasts, before Smaug was moving again, slithering past the pillar as she mused on an interesting scent: "Hmm... there is something about you..."
When she moved out of sight, he tentatively peered around the pillar, seeing only the length of her tail waving about, only to turn in shock when her lovely voice was right behind him, when the dragon herself was right behind him, his vision blocked out by gigantic breasts attached to the gargantuan body of the beast: "Something you carry."
He tried to shuffle past the pillar, but her glowing eyes locked onto the movement of coins under his feet, and he was forced to stop and try to push himself into a tight crevice as she continued, expanded her winged arms and lowering her mighty breasts to enclose the thief's location: "Something made of goooold..."
Her tone became quite needy at that, her eyes closing and her lovely face adopting an expression of utmost ecstasy, grinding her massive body over the coins. Oh how she did love gold. So succulent, so comforting, so wonderful. It surrounded her, covered her, and she reveled in having the golden lustre all over herself, letting it envelop her. She could sense the gold that the thief had, and it called to her like a siren, begged for her to take it and hold it close to her...
Her seductive tone, her love of gold, struck Bilbo deep inside, and the ring began reacting, burning on his finger, plaguing his mind with horrific thoughts and images- an eye on fire-
Gasping, he ripped it off his finger, just as the dragon's slit pupils narrowed, glowing eyes staring right at him. He stared right back, stunned, and glanced at the ring, horrified to realise he was now completely visible to a gigantic and tempting dragon. Not the best position in the world; I mean, it wasn't entirely bad, since her tits were right there, but she had a mouthful of teeth and was big enough to swallow him whole, so no, not the best.
She tilted her head, observing him, before putting a smile that combined feminine sweetness with serpentine predation, fondly cooing: "There you are, thief. In the shadows."
Faced with the dragon, fully visible and still disorientated by both the ring's magic and her overwhelming presence, Bilbo knew he had only seconds to escape her wrath. Trembling, he mustered all his courage and squeaked: "I... I did not come to, to steal from you, oh Smaug the Undisputedly Wealthy. I, I merely came to gaze upon your magnificence."
To be fair, that wasn't exactly a lie. He would spend all day staring at her gargantuan tits if he could, rake his eyes across her curvaceous frame, her lovely hips, her rounded rear. He briefly wondered what her pussy might look like, if it was human-like or a hot core protected by thick scales, before figuring he should carry on.
"To, to see if you were as great as the old tales. I, I did not believe them!"
His nerve breaks a little at that, resulting in a feeble giggle, wondering if he'd actually insulted her with disbelief. She seems a touch surprised, examining him with sharp eyes as she rears back slightly, granting him a privilege full of her full-frontal cleavage, and then she's moving. She's on her legs now, fully upright, tail whipping about as she stalks around the pillar and he steps out to watch as her grand ass swivels around on luscious scaled legs, turning her to face him on a sleek and curvy frame that seems to strecth on forever. Her breasts bounce with the motion, she spreads her wings in a truly grand display and her tail flares upwards behind her to finish the picture of impressment.
Wearing an expression of utmost smugness, she roars: "AND DO YOU NOW?!"
He needs a moment to arrange his pants slightly, for his boner is prodding about a bit too much, whilst he stares intently at her groin; he can make out dark scaled ridges surrounding something somewhat glistening, tipped with dark markings vaguely similar to wings, and understands he is seeing a dragon's vagina. It's quite intriguing, fairly similar to a human pussy save for the aforementioned scaly barricade around it, likely to defend it against unwanted intrusion. Fuck, that pussy would be big enough to swallow him whole, and he'd probably allow that too.
But Smaug is waiting for a response, and he knows better than to keep an egotistical dragon mistress waiting.
"Truly... the tales and songs... fall utterly short of your enormities, oh Smaug the Stupendous." He murmurs in reverence, moving his gaze up to stare at her chest as he says so, silently praising any and all deities for allowing such boobs to exist.
Enormities indeed; those tits of hers could crush a house, so large and lovely they were, tipped with darker brown nipples. What he would give to just lie on them, use those soft melons as a resting place, to touch and poke and squeeze at them. For all her avarice-indulging and egotistical and murderous-fire-breathing-monster qualities, she at least knew how to make it look appealing, how to make a man forget all about her darker aspects in face of her gorgeous body. Oh yes, a man could easily forget many things when staring down a dragon's gargantuan pussy and titties.
He's super hard now, by the by.
She notes his stare and smirks slightly, tail coiling up and around to teasingly cover her breasts, before she purrs: "Do you think flattery will keep you alive?"
It seemed to have worked so far. But he doesn't want to contradict her. So, looking her in the face now, her seductive expression almost as appealing as her body, he squeaks: "N-no, no."
"No indeed." She coos, before moving down onto her knees and hands, that low snake-like posture she seemed to like as she began to circle around him, glowing eyes always locked onto him, occasionally peeking down at the subtlest implications of a bulge in his pants. "You seem familiar with my name, but I don't remember smelling your kind before. Who are you, and where do you come from, may I ask?"
A gleam in the corner of his eye, and he briefly glances away to see a shimmering gemstone atop the gold. It seems to call to him, and he realizes: The Arkenstone. He gulps slightly, before turning back to the dragon, finding himself just as drawn to her as to the gemstone, and he states: "I, I come from under the hill!"
She tilts her head, curious, and repeats: "Underhill?"
Her claws move again, and she rears up to let them squeeze at her breasts. Oh lord, there is no hesitation, no shame in how her fat tits mold over her claws. Why would she be hesitant about fondling herself in front of a stranger? She was invincible, all-powerful and utterly beautiful, and he was a simpleton come to gaze at her lustrous body. Many thieves had met their end in such a way, spilling their secrets to her in the hopes for touching her, touching her beautiful draconic body, only to fall into the flames of retribution. She smirked slightly; this little thief would make a lovely little flame himself.
Bilbo had to concentrate hard on what he had to say next, desperately trying to keep his mind away from such lewd thoughts as wishing he could be fondling her tits, feeling those soft scales tipped with the luscious nipples. Struggling to think only of non-sexual matters, trying to ignore both his erection and the discomfort coming from the ring, he manages to regain enough coherence to continue.
"A-and over, over hills and under hills my, my path has led!" Bilbo stammered, staring wide-eyed at the way she rounded her claws over her tits, shifting them around in circles, almost in a hypnotic fashion. "And, and through the air, I am he who walks unseen!"
She smiles coyly at that, putting on a facade of adoring impressment as she continues to play with her rack, her tongue slithering over her lips. Her ploy is obvious; she's aiming to distract him, to lower his guard, to make him speak without thinking, and to be fair, it's certainly doing a good job. He stares, trembling at the dragon's self-pleasuring, her claws suddenly pinching a nipple and the hot gasp she gave in response. Oh lord, he's so fucking hard right now. How he wishes he could be big enough, big enough to stop this dragon teasing him and just plow her reptilian snatch.
"Impressive." She groans, a sultry sound that shivers through the air and sends trembles down his spine, closing her eyes in pleasure as she squeezes her tits. Oh lord, his boner is as hard as it ever could be, as it ever has been. The dragon knew how to make a hobbit's heart crumble with desire, and only by fiercely concentrating on the idea of getting the Arkenstone to Thorin could he resist her allure. Her tail slides around, and the tip begins to playfully prod around the edges of her groin. "What else do you claim to be?"
"I am l-Luck wearer..."
It's extremely hard to concentrate when she's literally grinding her tail along her pussy. It shifts back and forth, sliding over the scaly ridge, and he can see the faint gleam of fluid along the dark scales. She's wet, very wet, wet enough that a few strokes has near completely soaked the tip of her tail. The pleasurable hisses she gives only adds to the seductive image, only adds to her primal allure, this bestial beauty pleasuring herself in front of a stranger, so utterly confident in her power that she could do anything in front of him. Struggling extremely hard to keep focus on the issues at hand, Bilbo stammers on.
"Riddle, riddle maker!"
"Lovely titles." She gasps, bringing her damp tail up to her mouth so that she could flick her tongue out and licks the glistening pussy juice off of it, groaning throatily as she swallows it all. She savors the taste of her own vagina, savors the stunned look the poor thief gives her. Little creatures have such funny faces when they watch her taste herself. A moment to smile in amusement, before she coos: "Go on..."
"B-barrel rider-" Bilbo squeaks, wondering if he might just cum in his pants at her actions, her sultry tone-
"Barrels?!" She suddenly states sharply, her seductive voice and her self-pleasuring immediately vanishing into a cold suspiscion as she glares at him. No longer fondling, no longer licking, she's now the dreaded dragon again instead of a damning temptress, and he immediately freezes up in shock at the change. "Now that is interesting..."
She rears up slightly, contemplating something or other, breasts jiggling from the motion, and he gets a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Somehow, he thinks the fun has ended, and if the fun has ended, she'll soon be thinking on how to kill him. With this in mind, he shakily attempts to sidestep towards the Arkenstone, before her gaze locks onto him, causing him to freeze again, and she purrs, a mixture of false fondness and sadistic intent: "And what about your little dwarf friends? Where are they hiding?"
"Oh I don't think so, barrel rider." She states, at first amused at how limp he has become in terms of conversation, before her tone starts getting angrier, more feral as her claws grip the nearby pillars, cracking the hard stone as easily as one could crush a bug. "They sent you in here to do their dirty work while they skulk about outside!"
Oh dear. Smaug is getting pretty mad now, pretty enraged, and he wonders if she's just as gorgeous in the throes of rage as she is normally. As it stood, her anger seemed to make her come alive, more animated and more intense. Alas, it also came with the risk of being brutally murdered, and he's inching towards the Arkenstone again, wondering if he'd be quick enough to grab it, slip the ring on and make a run for it. Suddenly, her eyes are on him again, glowing fiercely in her anger, and he freezes, trying to look appropriately terrified (which he was, really) but winding up noting just how much her breasts bounce when she's jerking about in a rage.
Very distracting, you understand.
Still, he must alleviate her anger, lest she eat him alive and then head out to kill his friends, so he quickly states: "T-Truly, you are mistaken, oh Smaug, chiefest and greatest of calamities."
Immediately, she adopts an adoring expression now, as if he is a lovely child she is endeared by, and he's briefly disturbed by such a dramatic change in demeanor before she coos: "You have nice manners..."
And then she gets angry again, utterly enraged, her whole body shuddering violently with her rage, eyes flashing brightly like fires: "For a thief and A LIAR!"
Okay, never mind. Realizing that shit was going down hard, that she was no longer intent on tempting him into revealing his intentions, Bilbo promptly began inching more and more quickly towards the Arkenstone as Smaug began snarling, her tail flailing to and fro around her curvaceous rear: "I know the smell and taste of dwarf! No-one better! It is the gold; they are drawn to treasure like flies to dead flesh!"
Amidst her rant, he's close enough to the gem that he could just reach down and grab it! But sadly, Smaug noticed him heading for the gemstone, and her tail whipped around, throwing a wave of gold that knocked him and the gem down the grand piles of treasure, sending him rolling down the hoard as she continued to roar, so ferocious that she smashed down an entire pillar with but a sweep of her arm, sending it crashing down with an earth-shattering boom:
"Did you think I did not know that this day would come?! That a pack of canting dwarves would come CRAWLING BACK TO THE MOUNTAIN?!"
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"HERE! YOU WITLESS WORM!"
Smaug, but metres away from storming out of the mountain and heading to Laketown, pauses when she hears the shout, and her whole body trembles with an angered growl at the insult. Breathing out smoke in her annoyance, she turns on her scaly heel, her gleaming eyes making out the figure of the dwarf atop the old shell. She sways her hips slightly on identifying the pest and coos: "You..."
The barrel rider had been so easily distracted by her gorgeous body, but the dawrf cared not for her curves, her breasts, her lovely face. All he saw was the monster who stole his home, and he was pretty fucking mad about it. As such, he declared: "I am taking back what you stole."
Smaug simply gave out a girlish giggle as she begain to saunter forwards, each step measured and taunting, towards the dwarf upon the construct, hips swaying and breasts swaying, and she then snorts: "You will take NOTHING from me, dwarf. I laid low your warriors of old. I instilled terror in the hearts of men!"
Standing on the sidelines, watching her thighs swing by and the faint edges of her pussy overhead, Bilbo figures it wasn't just fear in the hearts back then.
She's reached the construct by now, head on level with Thorin stood atop it, spreading her gargantuan wings and flexing her tail as she rears up higher, higher, eyes gleaming and expression boiling with smug triumph as she hisses:
"I am QUEEN, under the mountain!"
Thorin scoffs, disregarding how close a murderous dragon was getting to him as he retorts: "This is not your kingdom. These are dwarf lands! This is dwarf gold!"
As she leans in, tongue flicking over her fangs, he levels her with a cold glare and declares: "And we will have... our revenge!"
Her eyes briefly widen, bewildered by his confidence, and he roars out an order in the dwarvish tongue and jumps off of the construct onto the chain he's holding, unpegging a restraint upon the shell. On cue, the other dwarves behind it begin pulling on mighty chain, unpegging more restraints on the construct. As Smaug steps back, surprised, the gargantuan cover splits apart in rocky layers to reveal the truth underneath.
The final remnant of the old king. The final memorial to the master of gold and forges and mountains. His greatest commission, the greatest testament to his rule and a true show of his wealth and glory.
A gigantic dick, made of solid gold. Perfectly smooth, perfectly rounded, huge enough to rival even the dragon's size, with gigantic golden balls at the base and faint engravings emulating tattoos along the length, it was truly the most gargantuan representation of a dick ever seen in Middle-Earth. And, may I remind you, made of solid gold. Amazing.
As Bilbo and the dwarves watched, stunned and somewhat appalled by the old king's perverse ego, Smaug found herself quite enthralled by the golden construct before her. Such lovely shiny gold! So smooth, so perfect, so dazzling, faintly warm and vaguely reflecting her own beauty in it. It was astonishing, amazing, outstanding, beyond any piece of gold she'd ever seen in her life. This gargantuan penis made of gold was the greatest treasure she had ever seen in her life, and so overwhelming was its golden glory that she was literally stunned in hazy awe, staring at it with a mixture of reverence, pleasure and happiness.
Bewitched by her own avarice, her own lust for all things shiny and sparkling, forgetting all about dwarves and thieves and barrels, Smaug slowly reached out, as if in a daze and gently put a claw on the tip of the cock-
Almost immediately, the tip of the golden dick split open and unleashed a stream of liquid gold straight into the shocked dragon's face. Smaug squealed with horror as molten gold spewed out of the gargantuan golden dick in the most audacious ejaculation ever witnessed in this era, splattering golden gunk all over the curvaceous reptilian, splattering over her massive tits, her pretty face, her hips, her wings, her tail, everywhere. The giant golden goliath of a phallus was literally ejaculating liquid gold onto a dragon lady and such was the force of the load was that Smaug was literally knocked onto her back and, with a squeal of shock, vanished underneath the stream.
Finally, the golden dick ceased spewing out liquid gold, dribbling to a stop, and the hall fell silent, the dragon having disappeared under the lake of molten metal formed in the lower section. Everyone just sort of stared, really, both stunned at what they had just witnessed and wondering if Smaug had been defeated...
A shift in the gold, and then a surge of movement; with a roar of humiliated anger, Smaug burst out of the lake, molten gold clinging to her gorgeous body like a shimmering shell of fluids, wailing with anguish and embarassment over essentially being jizzed into submission. Still, despite the dwarves' clever ploy and their exploitation of their enemy's flaws, it had been enough to defeat her, and now Smaug was angrier than she'd ever been in her life.
"REVENGE?!" She shrieked in anger, storming down the halls and shaking her frame in desperation to get the gold off of her, her massive tits swinging to and fro as she shook the liquid metal off of them, her curvy hips swinging wildly and claws scrabbling at her pussy to get the gold off. "REVENGE?! I WILL SHOW YOU REVENGE!"
Quite frankly, Middle-Earth had never seen a gigantic human-like dragon female smashing her way out of a mountain, covered in liquid gold and roaring in fury and embarassment, and taking to the skies on her wings before, and might I say, it would certainly make for one hell of a story.
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Smaug was later defeated when some asshole managed to shoot a black arrow up her cute tight butthole, resulting in the dragon fleeing the area and vowing never to return, having suffered enough sexual embarassments for a lifetime.