The kobolds had been annoying, but she thought she might have learned a new knot from one that had tied a rather clever string. He had nearly dropped a jar of tobasco sauce on her of all things! What did he think that would do? Ettins were easy enough to avoid. Even if one slept, the other was awake after all, but once she got the two heads to start arguing, she had been free to run off while they bickered.
After that, Nami just had to avoid the heat.
And the dragon.
Climbing into the caldera had been simplicity itself, and she was surprised to see little in the way of traps.
Which triggered all the alarm bells in her own head.
Nami thought about climbing out. About leaving, but she needed what the dragon had.
She huffed, glowering as the heat from — hopefully — far below had her sweltering. Nami checked her daggers, but her mind couldn't help but turn back to what Arlong had ordered. Metal tablets? Just what was on these that were so important to the Triton? He would have sent someone else — alone no less. The marine-based man hated the heat, so why not send a poor elf to cook in the volcano?
And this dragon … Mornkerindalugh?
What a mouthful. She grimaced. And who was he anyway? Nothing she had found even mentioned his name. It seemed he had managed to avoid the histories all these years. But Arlong had known the name …
Red Dragons really were the worst, though. I have to move fast and silently. Fun. Nami wanted to snort, but kept it back now that she crept through a hall.
For a moment, she frowned at the almost normal bedroom she passed. Normal if one was a king anyway. Did he have visitors? The bed seemed so plush that Nami thought she might pass out if she laid in it — the heat was enough that it nearly seemed like it might lull her to sleep. She shook it off though and went on. No metal tablets laid within.
And she already suspected where they might actually be anyway. If the tablets were really so important, the dragon would keep them in his hoard.
She licked drying lips.
Nami had only seen a glance of a hoard once, and it had been frozen under a huge sheet of ice. She could not imagine how the red's hoard might compare to a young white's, but she did know that the Red Dragon was older by more than a few hundred years. He would have been stocking it full. More than likely, it wasn't even his only hoard.
Pausing at that thought, she wondered if this was even the right hoard. Or even right volcano. Dragons didn't share territory easily, even if they were one of the more social breeds.
She didn't know what Red Dragons were like beyond the heat and sweat and fire, anyway. And the depictions of capturing lords and ladies for ransom.
A Black Dragon would just eat them unless they were particularly cruel. Same with Green Dragons. Blue Dragons could talk an ear off before deciding whether one was a meal or not. And she didn't think White Dragons thought past their stomach. A Red Dragon though?
Well, thinking of stomachs, they all might just choose to eat first. She thought that most of the other dragons were smarter than the whites, at least.
As a corridor formed into cave walls, she stared ahead.
Was the lair really this empty?
Nami peered back behind her where the long hall waited. She just needed to turn and go. Perhaps, she might even escape Arlong's grasp and go on the run. Change her name and maybe even her face.
I couldn't hide out quietly on a farm though, she thought. She knew that already. I want to make my own money. For myself for a change. Hiding now still wasn't possible. Arlong would just send men after her. Nami could run for only so long.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed a hand to her breast before she crept onward. More careful than before. Nami thanked eyes that allowed her to see through the dark. She had no need to light a torch to give her position away. It was hard enough to sneak into a dragon's lair!
Except this seems …
Nami stopped. Her eyes trailed back down the tunnel, wondering, but behind her, no one followed.
It's too easy.
She cursed herself for pinching copper pieces. A few more books on dragons would have helped with her task. In fact, couldn't she come back later? If it really was just this easy …
Yet, she knew it shouldn't be.
How close was she to the goods though? She considered, retracing her steps in her head. She could get out in less than five minutes.
Would I live that long?
Nami leaned against the wall of the tunnel, staring back at a life she might steal back if she dared. Why had she been pitted with this job out of all of them? Arlong knew how to use his assets though. Another boss might have seen her pretty elven face, but he had seen her skills, and she'd been able to train them to a sharper point with every job. If she ran, who else would see her use?
She wiped her eyes dry, inhaling deep and long before she trekked onward.
Those tablets were as good as Arlong's.
Because she wouldn't let it end today, even if the dragon showed himself to her.
When she stopped at the end of the tunnel, Nami's knees shook before hitting the ground with a gasp. But she couldn't yank her eyes off the mounds. In actuality, it had to be one big mound, but her mind couldn't quite grasp the concept that gold and platinum covered the ground of the cavern. So immense. Nami's hand trembled as she lifted her hand, stretching it out for even one coin, but she shook her head hard with a shudder.
Tablets!
Nami looked right and left, eyes growing wider. A golden mirror. Golden statuettes sticking out from that or this little pile. Little. She wanted to laugh hysterically. They were twice her size, at least!
Quivering, she reached out, staring at the mountain of treasures before she crawled across it. As she had known, she did not sink into it. Yet the coins were warm as if alive under her hand, like the flesh of another breathing creature. She wanted to burst into tears again as she skipped over fistfuls of decades worth of salary. Centuries worth. Epochs.
She crawled over some strange rod, only to blink. Nami squinted closer.
Her jaw dropped as she drew her hand back.
It was a cock. Plain and simple.
But more than that, it was part of a statue laying in the gold. Naked statues weren't usually anything odd, but what alarmed her was how erect it stood. As she shifted, coins fell away from the section next to it, and her face erupted in color.
The statue was of a man and a woman, and the cock looked poised to take the female of the species. Nami glanced about, but reached up next to uncover the top portion, hardly wincing from the clang of coins falling. She blinked, only to huff and roll her eyes. A human male and elven female.
Wish-fulfillment.
She hesitated though.
Wish-fulfillment in a dragon's lair?
Nami glanced around, trying to find the tablets, but also to spot anything else … odd.
Perhaps, there were a few more naked statues than she was used to seeing, but one gold statue of a couple embracing did not mean anything. That the majority were female was simple enough too. A male was a male, right?
He's a dragon. She eyed a naked woman draped with a fur that covered nothing. The marble woman was a half-orc, plump in all the right feminine ways to allure any man, despite a broken fang protruding from her full lips. Nami shifted uneasily, but she had to just be seeing things now. Tablets. She was here for tablets.
She climbed the gold mountain higher.
Nami pulled a curved piece of metal from the top of one mound, only to droop when she pulled out a shield. Would the tablets be under all the coins? But from how Arlong had described the pieces, they would take an honored spot in the dragon's hoard. Where would they be in all of these riches though?
As she crested for the next hill of coins, her belt caught on something, and she spun, only to frown as she looked about. Nothing was there. She felt at her belt, only to pale.
My dagger!
Nami spun around, searching the coin hills and valleys around her. The entrance was far away on the other side. She might slide all the way to it, but her dagger was nowhere to be seen.
What had taken it?
She looked one way and then the next, only to scowl. Nothing could have caught it. And she didn't see the coins shift except where she had walked. So it wasn't invisible at least, but where was her dagger now?
Nami's eyes traced over the entrance, listening closely. Left was the golden statue of a snake coiled around an equally golden human woman. To her right, she saw a marble statue of two elven lovers entwined. She swore the artist had put beaded sweat down their brows.
And then she saw them.
Embedded at the feet of the statue, several tablets jutted from the coins. As she crawled closer, she could see the words imprinted into the tablets shine back. All in Draconic, she eyed a few lines.
—returned the scrolls from the vile Sha'Quessir. As a token of our appreciation, I, Mavin, bestow the knowledge of—
Nami froze when something smashed into a mound of coins, but when she looked, she only saw a few rocks scatter over the coins. She held her breath, staring at the spot, but nothing else moved. The coins and rocks settled, and her brow furrowed.
Rocks?
Mavin. Why did that tickle her brain? She turned back to the tablets, staring as her eyes trailed over the words.
Something about a reward. Some tale of daring by a young dragon that risked facing an enclave of gnomes that had stolen some important artifacts. And his reward was a spell? She squinted at the tablets. When rocks skittered over the coins again, she gave them an impatient glance, wanting to make sure nothing was there again, but she had a sudden yearning to read these tablets. What did Arlong want them for?
When she turned back to read the last tablet though, she frowned. It was certainly written in Draconic. But whether it was the language or the script, Nami wasn't entirely certain.
Stone … no, liquid stone. Lava. Magma … Sewn diamonds …
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?"
Nami froze.
Her head whipped up too late. A corded, scaly tail wrapped around her. She reached for her missing dagger, only to curse.
She slapped hot scales, kicking as she rose into the air.
The dragon dropped from the ceiling where he had clung, waiting while he had watched her. Gold, silver and platinum sprayed everywhere. His head leaned in, steam oozing from between rows of fangs.
When it opened its mouth, Nami paled.
That quick?
"TELL ME. DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD SNEAK IN AND GET AWAY JUST LIKE THAT?"
Unbidden. Unwanted, Nami sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm going to die.
"DO YOU THINK TEARS WILL WORK ON ME?"
She croaked, and her fist went to her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. At least, he might crush her between his fangs instead of swallowing her whole. Was the gut of a Red Dragon as hot as people said? Would she dissolve in the heat? Nami pressed her palms to her eyelids, nails gouging into her forehead and—
"STOP THAT."
Freezing, Nami tucked her feet as close to herself as she could given the coiled tail.
"THIS IS PATHETIC, EVEN FOR A THIEF."
Her lip curled, but she couldn't deny that. Any moment, she was going to let loose all over the gold and jewels.
"ESPECIALLY IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S HERE. YOU AREN'T EVEN PUTTING UP A FIGHT."
Daring to peek out, she hiccuped. The dragon's head tilted. Its — his? — eyes faced forward, focusing on her so absolutely that she quivered all over again.
"I — is …" But her mind blanked. Had she had anything to say to begin with?
"AH. WHO SENT YOU?"
It finally dawned on Nami that he wasn't shouting at her. The dragon was so gargantuan that she could just not comprehend the capacity of lungs that size at a conversational level.
She licked dried, dead lips. "Ar … long."
"THE NASTY FISHY MAN."
Nami didn't know what to say to that, paling as he still eyed her. It didn't seem like an invitation to agree. Nothing seemed invitational about a dragon.
"WERE YOU HIRED OR ORDERED?"
Every nerve in her body wanted to make her shrivel into a pinprick to vanish out of sight, mind and memory, but Nami had only just begun to think about dabbling in magical arts. She had nothing to fight him. Her mouth dried as she opened it again, staring at glistening fangs. He had that going for him at least — he seemed clean. Nami wouldn't be ground between yellowed chompers.
Finally, she found enough air to say, "Told me to. I … owe him."
"SLAVES ARE ILLEGAL HERE IN THE EAST BLUE. HAVE BEEN FOR MILLENNIUMS."
When his eyes narrowed, Nami squeaked, but his head loomed closer, over her.
"BUT A THIEF IS A THIEF."
Tears poured across her face, and she nodded. "Right! Right! I'm sorry!"
"SO YOU'LL MAKE IT UP TO ME."
"Right!"
Somehow, the dragon smiled, and her eyes widened. Her gut clenched while her eyes darted to a naked statue. Every single nerve in her face warred with her throat's efforts to take it all back, but no matter how her vocal cords strained, her mouth refused to open.
His huge claw came up, tail shifting her into a full view while a claw pressed against her breastbone through her leather armor — it seemed so thin at that moment — and he plucked with one twitch of his digit. The strap snapped off, and Nami paled when the other digit came up to tug at the top of her leather breastplate to pull while the other clawed away what little defenses she had.
Nami clutched at his tail as it loosened to allow himself to pluck at her belt. Pieces crashed into the gold coins below. Potions smashed, and she winced. Maybe some healing potions would have gotten her through whatever he would do to her. Though she didn't know what it would do for her when he tore her in half.
The first layer gone — falling as he snapped straps over her shoulders — his eyes gleamed, a forked tongue slithering out as she shivered.
"HOW CUTE."
Searing blood rushed to her face before she could turn away. When his claws came back, pressing to her bare collarbone, Nami stilled, certain any twitch would impale herself on the wrong thing. And then he'd make her payment slow torture.
As his claws drew down her skin, Nami bit her lip as her eyes watched.
His claws, terrifying as they were, seemed dull. But they still popped buttons and tore seams as they drifted down. At this point in her long life so far, Nami did not care about nudity, but when a breast revealed itself, his forked tongue slipped out — so far away, but like he could taste her from there. Her breath quickened as his tail shifted and moved to brace her back, the thinner end serving as her seat between her thighs.
Nami clung to her shirt, a tiny part of her wanting to piece them back together somehow, but then his claws tore through her trousers. She realized her only response — the only proper one at this point — was a squeak.
She froze under his gaze, sitting on shredded trousers while her shirt hung from her. Mortified to do it, Nami found her arms wrapping around her breasts in an attempt to conceal herself from those eyes.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO HIDE FROM ME?"
When he leaned in, hot steam rose from his nostrils, and Nami stiffened before pressing back against his tail, but his tongue lashed over her, the force of his tongue parting her arms from her breasts. Sticky and hot, he bathed her in a sulfuric wash. Her nipples tightened to the soft, wet touch, but when she tried to twist away, his claws pinched around one arm to bring her back. Nami cried out, gasping as one half of his forked tongue ran through her parted thighs.
"HERE."
She blinked, panting. Nami realized tears streamed down her cheeks freely now. The blurry red clawed hand — paw? — that he offered her laid open under his tail. For a moment, she trembled, but his other claw released her arm, and she slumped over into his palm on her hands and knees.
Only for him to pluck the remainder of her clothes from her body. Her arms wrapped around wet breasts, but knew.
Bent over on his palm, knees slightly parted, his forked tongue came back, and she choked as the thick end wriggled, prodding against her entrance.
"It's too big!" But everything was too big. In comparison, one of the ends of his forked tongue seemed a thousand times more able. Even so, she trembled as, what felt too lewd but too large, tapped at her for entry.
"GIVE IT TIME."
She paled. The next nudge stroked her clit, and she couldn't stop the squeal.
Idiot, what's the point in covering myself!? He'll hang me out to dry on the side of the volcano when he's done with me, and I bet I'll have to thank him!
But at least, she might live.
His tongue slithered against her pussy, stroking over her throbbing clit, and Nami fought against the cry, but she knew she was getting wetter by the moment. When his forked tongue pressed again, her folds opened with a squish of heated moist throbs.
"Nno!" She covered her mouth, but the hiss behind her had her trembling.
"YES. YOU BROKE INTO MY HOARD. YOU THOUGHT TO STEAL A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM AN OLD FRIEND THAT COULD BREAK CIVILIZATIONS I LIKE."
She gaped, about to turn — to see his face — but the air rushed around her. Nami squealed as the dragon shifted about to get comfortable. He laid on his back on the coin pile and settled her on his chest. Flushing, she tried to shift off her knees, but he rumbled underneath her, an odd growl deafening her as he grasped either ankle with his claws. And spread her legs.
The end of his forked tongue thrust.
Nami's body jerked, her throat raw as she dragged in a harsh breath. And the other end deftly stroked over her clitoris. She tightened, throbbing around his tongue as it shoved deeper into hot reaches. With a thrash, she choked on another moan while her eyes blurred, and far below the length of his body, he rose below.
For dragons, their size did not mean that they would have the approximate body to cock ratio that a humanoid might have, so on the dragon, it appeared small.
But that still meant it was as tall as her.
She quivered, goose-prickles popping up on her skin even in the heat, as his tongue alone wrecked her existence, and she drooled on his scales, staring at the fat cock dripping below.
Hot with embarrassment, Nami bowed her head, sobbing as she clenched onto his tongue. Nami released a long, quavering moan, half-sob and keen and hoarse. Her juices coated the tiny bit of his tongue that reached for her womb while she gaped at the dripping visage. She slumped, spent, even as she stared at his cockhead. It would never fit. Not in a hundred thousand years.
But everything in her screamed for it.
When his tongue pulled out, Nami whimpered, flushed with heat and drained of all her faculties, but her eyes glued to the impossibility.
She bit her lips as his tongue prodded again.
"BE A GOOD LITTLE ELF. GET ON MY COCK."
Nami shuddered.
She crawled first, arms and legs shaking to support her weight. Over the curve of his belly, Nami used the larger scales for hand- and foot-holds. His cock waited, a steady drip of dragon cum making a puddle she could walk through, knee deep.
I can't get on that thing. What does he mean? She thought she could ride it — like it was a wild mount — but to put it inside? It was impossible.
Nami shuddered as she finally reached it. His cock arched to her, pointing to her belly as she hesitated just at arm's length from it.
"WELL?"
She shook out of herself, pushing aside the other thought. The one that had her impaled on his shaft like a warning to others. Nami kneeled in the steaming cock juice, burning hotter as she kept her pussy well away from the hot mess. Half-dragons were a possibility, and she wasn't about to risk it. Not while she still felt like she had been left wide open after his tongue.
Daring a glance back, she checked on his response with her head and chest leveled with his cock, but his long neck only craned around his body, curving to peer at her from above. She swallowed hard before she pressed her breasts against his cockhead.
The dragon rumbled in a moan below and above her, and she gasped as hot seed pulsed over her breasts.
She bit her lip, her eyes finding his as his tongue whipped the air. Nami squeezed what she could of his head between her breasts, whispering, "This is a filthy mess."
He snorted, a strange growl reverberating all around her, and she gasped, freezing, only to realize that the strange sound was laughter. Her lips twitched in a smile, her cheeks darkening when he trailed his digit across his cock's underbelly.
"I'LL MAKE MORE OF A MESS IF YOU KEEP TEASING ME LIKE THAT."
Nami bit her lip. "You're getting it everywhere. Aren't you too excited?"
"CLEAN IT UP IF YOU THINK IT'S SO DIRTY."
Quivering, Nami darkened as she lowered her head to lave her tongue through the sticky coating on his cock. She gaped before she gagged, pulling away with a grimace. The brine covered her mouth, like a hot soup that someone had dumped a pound of salt inside. She scraped at her tongue too late, and his body shook while he chuckled.
"CUTE. BUT CUM GOES INTO TIGHT CUNTS LIKE YOURS."
She gaped, but he plucked her up to thrust against her, dragon cum smearing over her pussy and abdomen as he rubbed her body onto his cocktip.
No, no! Don't panic! Nami squealed though, her pussy still aching from his tongue. Her heart still hammering while his soft cockhead ran along her clitoris into higher excitements. She squeaked, staring at his enraptured face as his cum covered her folds and pussy, even running along her belly to thrust against her breasts.
"UNLESS YOU WANT TO OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN?"
She bit her tongue, hips writhing as he ran her pussy up and down his length. Hot seed seeped into her, the tiniest bumps and ridges of his scales only feeling soft — strumming her to part her lips as her eyes rolled back.
"WHAT A SLUTTY ELVEN BITCH."
Nami twitched, holding her silence only moments longer before she squealed. Screaming raw into the lair as she tried to keep hold of his cock, legs wrapped around him. But with barely another stroke, as he ran her up and down the entire length of his huge cock, she blubbered, finding her sweet, hot end on his cockhead as he shot over her. His thick, soupy spray coated her in and out. She clutched at his tip, a weak moan rasping her throat. The dragon laid her on his belly while a chuckling rumble shook her.
"YOU'VE NOT PASSED OUT? YOU'RE STRONGER THAN YOU LOOK."
She didn't feel strong in the least. Her limbs twitched in too useless of a manner. Nami thought about rolling off his stomach and across the gold and out of the lair, but that would take muscle memory that she no longer had.
"I'LL KEEP YOU IN THE SPARE ROOM."
With a shudder, Nami closed her eyes, recalling the lavish room she had seen before. What else might it be for? Nami's thighs twitched, and his juices oozed out of her, stuffed full already.
"I WANT INSIDE OF YOU."
Her eyes widened, going still before a thought came to her at last.
A tiny thought that whimpered along with another.
I want it too.
The other thought said: What about polymorph? Get away while he's in a weaker form.
She chewed her lip, staring at him while her mind whirred. His head tilted, an eyebrow ridge covered in spines lifting.
"YOU LOOK EXCITED. I DON'T WANT TO BREAK MY NEW TOY SLUT THOUGH."
Licking dry lips, Nami whispered, "What if … you were my size?"
Even a smaller dragon could be escaped — maybe even in her weakened state. Certainly, he could drop the form instantaneously, but if she could fool him long enough …
He smiled though.
The dragon licked his lips, and she blinked when he scooped her to lay her on a pile of gold. She blushed as some metal pinched her, but she managed to sit upright while the dragon shifted onto all four paws. Nami did not look at her only exit, but she could feel it just so far from her reach. He had placed her fairly high in his hoard pile.
"WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? MY COCK TEARING INTO YOUR SWEET BODY?"
Her jaw had to drop at that, but she said, "I — I don't want to break."
"NO, I DON'T WANT THAT EITHER. BUT SAY IT. TELL THE BIG. BAD. TERRIBLE. DRAGON TO NOT TEAR INTO YOUR CUNT."
Nami couldn't stop the real tremble as he loomed in over her.
"Please, don't … don't break my tiny pussy."
Leaning over her, eyes boring into her, Nami wondered if he would go back on his word. That he would just grab her and rip her into pieces. Her heart stopped.
And his form shifted. Shrank inward, and she had to shake herself, letting herself shift down the coin mound. Ever closer to the exit. But his shrinking brought him down to where his feet were. And where he stood was further down the gold pile. She hesitated, staring at the humanoid form he had chosen. A black-haired youth with an expression she'd seen on fey creatures before they threw sweets at her. Before they pulled out their blades and poisons. Nami's mouth dried when her eyes darted down.
"That's—!"
Something was wrong. That look wasn't one to trust after all. She just didn't know if it was a sweet or knife coming for her.
She had already been poisoned because her knees wobbled. Wanting the cock he had for her — that had somehow kept the shape it did as a dragon. Nami tried to recall how the spell, Polymorph, worked, but nothing she knew about it, explained this. Her mind whirred uselessly until she realized he was coming toward her.
There's that chance missed. Maybe … Nami blinked at the scar on his chest. An enormous X from a wound that should have killed anyone else.
When he took her hand, she inhaled with a shaking breath.
He smiled. That fey smile.
"I'm going to enjoy every single part of you."
Her stomach quivered, and Nami plopped back into the pile with a quick shove from him. She gripped at coins that gave no purchase while he kneeled between her thighs. For a moment, she tensed, staring at the thick protrusion. Nothing humanoid had that. Too wide, too long. It bulged out like an actual muscle, and was there a knot at the base, or was that just the odd form of it? He dripped still too. Would he spear her like that forked tongue had? Reach her womb?
Nami closed her legs, only for him to press her knees to her hammering chest. She reached around blindly to try to find and press his hips back.
In one glorious stroke, she failed, and Nami gaped at the ceiling, sobbing as he … enjoyed her.
Writhing, panting, Nami twitched to the thrusts. Her head tossed as every curved oddity ground her into paste, and her pussy gushed, useless to deny the heat that sang through her veins.
When her lips parted, gasping, he hummed above her, head peeking between her knees. Her eyes bulged, blurring more as she saw his forked tongue slither across her inner thigh. Nami croaked, and he grinned.
"Yes, this is even better. My slutty little thief bowing to me. Apologize."
Nami squealed to the gentle arch of his back, stabbing her with searing ecstasy. "I'm sorry! I—! I won't do it again!"
"But I want you again."
She snapped, drooling. "I'll come back!"
When he grabbed her wrists, pressing them over her head, Nami trembled, her hips bucking in that useless way while he pounded inside. His lips seemed nearly curious or even hesitant as they wrapped around her throat, but the wet slide of tongue and lips had an immediate effect, and she screamed into his hair as she came unbound. Nami collapsed, liquid fire filling her.
"Come back? But you're not leaving."
When he yanked on her hair, Nami's jaw dropped. She hissed, shaking while he smiled that smile. Because he saw it before she even said, "Please, I can't. I — I can't be …"
"You're being rude."
Her eyes bulged as she realized his mouth still steamed. A dragon cock, tongue … and breath sac? What kind of Red Dragon could do that with just polymorph?
Nami paled.
And just how big had he been again?
Mavin?
"Wait …"
He smiled wider. His hand clamped over her mouth. Mornkerindalugh hissed as he pulled back only to slam back inside. Stars and tears filled her eyes while he moaned over her.
"Shhh. I'm going to take care of you, little slut. Keep your sweet legs spread for me, and you can call me Luffy."
