A mythical creature au. Jiraiya is a dragon that has a hoard of sexy stuff. His crowning jewel is reader, a princess. Warning for kinky bdsm sex.

For months now you've been stuck in this place. A worn down castle at the top of a mountain. Without the upkeep and maintenance, nature had claimed some of it back. Plants have grown where they aren't normally seen. Vines and flowers that climb and sprout from the stones. The livable space was still livable, it was just as if the castle itself was alive. Animals tend to hang around the area. Mostly toads. They seem to have a nest or something atop this mountain. They are quite used to humans.. or at least humanoids. Despite the appearance of this castle, it does have a master. The master of the castle likes to pet the toads. They like his presence. You've grown to enjoy petting them too. Their bumpy skin isn't so bad. Neither is their company since you are alone during the day. Wasting a few hours to watch your amphibious friends navigate the kitchen or bath was entertaining. Most fairytale castles have fairies or mice, this one has toads to befriend the princess that dwells within it. Other than interacting with the toads, you spend plenty of time exploring the castle or simply staying in the bedroom to spend away the hours until the return of the grand creature that owns this castle.

The master of the castle often leaves during the day. He travels around looking for things to put in his home. He loves items of an erotic nature. His hoard is a mixture of pornography of different mediums. A refined collection. He only takes the best.

Hundreds of books are on the old shelves and in piles on the floor in front of them. Art both professional and amateur are framed on every available spot on the walls. They all depict different things. From soft core beautiful women naked and posing, to couples of all kinds having different kinds of sex. Some include things like one of the partners being tied up or flogged. Or humans with demons in a bloody, but passionate union. When you first arrived, you've never seen such images before. They made you flush. Who knew such things existed in such quantities!

You entertain yourself during the day by sifting through the items. You've learned quite a lot. Before the master of the castle took you away, you've had a very narrow view on things. You have been locked away in a tower since childhood with very little for education. You've never seen any of the things that decorate this castle with no shame. Devices meant for self pleasure lay in a chest beside the bed. Your master has given you permission to use them whenever you like. Some of them are so big it's hard to believe anyone can have that inside of them. It doesn't stop you from trying the smaller ones. There's plenty of lubricants to aid you. Some of them smell good, others taste better. While it does feel good, it's nothing to your master.

As the sunsets, excitement grows. You shift your legs. Your thighs rub together as you know what's going to happen to you. Your master is going to be home soon. You run to the bed and sit on your knees right at the foot of it. The canopy frame lacks the normal curtains. Instead the top bar has hooks that hold various tools. Cuffs and rods to restrain limbs. Gags and collars swing and clatter together. Whips and other devices used for inflicting pain is mounted above the pillows. So far only the hand and ankle cuffs have been used on you. The word delicate comes up a lot when your master speaks about using the harder things on you. He didn't like to. He thinks you're too... soft. He mostly keeps these toys as apart of his collection to look at. But by how he sometimes caresses the soft leather of a whip while looking at you does say otherwise.

Through the window, your master enters gracefully. His silent and light on his feet despite his large size. It must be the wings. They hardly make a noise when they flap. Much like a bat, but much more pleasing to the eye. They stretch out one last time before folding up against his back. He rivals that of some trees at over seven feet. His body is broad and all muscles. He's absolutely beautiful. His skin is fair and sparkles like opal. Only from very close can you see that theres plating to it in a scale formation. A well hidden armour that protects him but is so appealing to the eye. Perhaps it's intended to attract people.

His face is just as enchanting. Handsome with a rounded tip pointed nose, square jaw, and flat forehead that held host to a set of grey coloured curved horns. It's akin to ram horns by how they are ridged and spiral back away from his face. His eyes elude more to what he is before the other details hit one's senses. People are drawn to lock eyes with people they come across. They look normal unless up close, by then one does notice the differences of what men don't have. The red markings he bares down his cheeks like bloody tears suits him, but gives away his less human heritage. Most other beings in a humanoid form have a marking of some kind. His lips are wider with the bottom being slightly more plump than the top. They are quite nice to kiss as they are always soft and inviting. His bright white hair is to his feet, sticks out in every direction, and frames his face and horns with long fringe. It's the perfect frame for who he is and what he is. A beast who cannot be tamed nor killed. If each centimetre of hair represented a year, it would be no exaggeration. Creatures like him live long, but few remain. None are like him.

A dragon. Jiraiya, the last white dragon. An ancient breed that are known to lead to their own demise for their possessive and aggressive nature to protect or grow their hoard. Many have fallen in fabled battles of kin versus kin over small disputes. Or taken on multiple armies in a fool's battle for a piece of gold, or in this case porn. Jiraiya doesn't really have these qualities. It's probably why he's the only known survivor. Despite being the only one, he is one to be feared. For his charms are as deadly as his fire.

"Welcome home!" You greet him happily.

Jiraiya immediately smiles at you. You are always a welcomed sight. His best and most beautiful addition to his hoard. Naked aside from some jewelry he's found for you. Beautiful pieces of silver threads and rings that wrap around your neck and draped over your breasts. The longer chains fall in between the free space of your boobs and loop around your sides and attach to the back of the necklace. It jingles ever so softly when you walk. He's going to upgrade it soon. You need more delicate jewelry to frame your sex and tease you with the sensation of it rubbing you as you walk. For now, you'll have to settle for his latest find for you.

"It's good to be home." He replies.

"How was your day?"

"Fine. I found something for you."

"You don't have to get me anything, you know that don't you?" You often disapprove of him getting you stuff. He's done enough for you. But he likes to shower you with nice things if he gets the opportunity.

"Oh I'm aware." Jiraiya says with a grin.

He pulls out a delicate looking piece of jewelry from his robe. It's a circlet. Silver and smithed in a feminine pattern. It curves and intertwined with the other thin twines of silver. It was like lace. With a single gem at the centre meant to sit perfectly in the middle of your forehead. The gem itself is a rare one that looks like the twilight sky was captured within it. It was too pretty not to take. Seeing it made him think of you. The elves he took it from won't miss one little circlet. So what if it was for a bride to be, they'll make a new one. Their fair and delicate hands are perfect for crafting such simple but beautiful things.

"But my most precious piece to my collection needs to have these things."

He crowns you with it before you could complain any further. His fingers are gentle. They caress your cheeks. You angle your head as Jiraiya lifts it. He's staring at you. It's that hungry look again. It has you as enchanted and hot the first time he did that. His eyes have the advantage of the flicker of the candles around the room, but they do glow. A sliver iridescent glow like of his hair and scales. His lips slightly parted and relaxed to invite you in. It's like he was made to attract you. You rise on your knees until you are kneeling for prayer. Your hands can't resist touching his warm skin. The loose fine clothing he wears makes it so simple to move under it and touch his perfect skin.

It's that look that enchanted you the first time you saw him. This beastly creature on your balcony in the middle of the night. His skin glittering in like geodes in the moonlight. His dark eyes capturing not just your own eyes but your whole being. He wasn't shy to show what he was. Expanding his wings out and fine silver threads adorned his horns in well placed spirals which drew the eye in. His smile had you under a trance. He offered you his hand and asked you one thing.

"Run away with me, princess?"

How could you refuse? All the warnings your father gave you. Everything you were taught. The very reason you were locked in a tower away from your castle town. Dragons desire princesses. They are the fairest of their lands. They are as precious and rare as gemstones. The way he compared you to such rare things... The attention and desire he felt for you. His hands held your hip and hand. His lips pressed against your knuckles as he gently cradled your hand. He made you feel special. A better future would be with him rather than alone in your tower all your life until your beauty is tainted by age and usefulness taken before you could realize what it was.

You move in, opening his shirt and tearing off a few of the buttons in the process. It's hard not to touch him. Worship him. Jiraiya Let's out a soft groan when you place heated wet kisses on his abdomen. His hands move to run through your hair. You aren't afraid to touch anymore. The first few nights, you were scared to even hold his shoulders for too long. Now you grab him and yank him forward when eager. Those lovely soft fingers of yours drag down the crotch of his pants followed by your lips grazing the sensitive spot on his waist.

You don't need to be told. You undo his pants and pull them down. His hips buck ever so slightly in expectation and eagerness. You play with him with your hands, stroking him to fully erect before your wonderful lips move in to do their magic.

Jiraiya calls your name softly. Exhaling it between his lips as his head lulls back in pleasure. He had to grab the top bar of the bed frame for support. He gripped your head harder, but resisted the urge to push. You are still new to this. You can only go about half way before gagging. Never would he ever force you to do more. That's not what is good for his beloved princess. With his guidance, you could get him off pretty damn good despite not being able to take the whole thing. Your hand twisted and stroked the rest to the base in pace to your bobbing mouth. You sucked and used your tongue to drag along the underside. You've even grown accustomed to fondle his balls. Your gentle approach is certainly appreciated there.

"You undo me so well." He said in a voice only above a whisper. "You're getting good at sucking me off."

"Mm~!" You moan a positive note of agreement. You don't stop to say verbally. It's too much fun.

You stick to your pace for a countless amount of blissful minutes. His hips do jerk. He bites his lip. You freeze up for a moment in surprise. It was too late to pull back. The taste of his fluids fill your mouth. You take it as he holds you in place. You got no choice but to swallow it.

"Very good, princess." Jiraiya praises you. His thumb runs over your bottom lip. "Was it tasty?"

"Like milk candy, my lord."

He chuckles at your answer. He leans down and pecks your lips. Using the leverage of his size and weight, he pushes you down to your back and gets on top. You clasp your hands onto his shoulders as he devoured your lips. His tongue eager to be in your mouth. His teeth careful to bite but not break the skin of your bottom lip. His finger strokes over your sex. He slowly teases you like that while keeping your lips occupied.

There's certain things a dragon likes that one can't do to a human. You gently stroke up his lovely face to grab his horns. A low growl comes from his throat. Stroking the base makes him purr like a cat. Tugging on them gets him riled. You can angle his head ever so slightly, but he's not keen to let you have control. Playing with them during sex can get him bothered enough to have his wings flap and bash into the bed frame. The sheets tear with his nails digging into the fragile fabric. His fingers push and rub inside of you while you tease his horns.

The kisses lose their form and get messy. His body is rocking with a need. You are succeeding in getting him riled. His fingers are banging back and forth inside of you hard. It hurts so good. He pushes them in all the way and curls them up. It sends jolts of pleasure in waves. It pushes you over the edge. The kiss broke as you throw your head back to cry out in pleasure.

Jiraiya growls your name as you cum. It came out more aggressive then he meant. He's only under the facade of a human after all. The form he takes is only a ruse to what he really is. It excites him so much when you climax that sometimes it feels like he'll lose his grip on whatever spell keeps him in this form. His flesh only hints at the monster that lay restless underneath it. His extra features are more like decorations, but it is a reminder that he is capable of much destruction. It's a wonder what'll push him to behave like his long lost kin. He's so level headed it's hard to believe that he's a beast associated with rage and ruin.

"Can I tie you up, my princess?" He asks. His voice is now husky with arousal.

"Oh yes! I would love nothing more!" You agree eagerly.

He kisses you, groaning a grateful note in your compliance. He sat up on his knees to grab the cuffs. You raise your hands above your head, expecting to be tied up as you always are to the headboard. But he grins at you. A mischievous grin.

"Get on your knees, princess."

Oh? This is different. Jiraiya isn't afraid to stray from the format. He's always doing different things to you. Being on your knees while tied up hasn't been a position you tried yet. He had always had you spread eagle on your back. You do as he says, meeting him in the middle of the bed and able to touch and kiss him. He was happy to accept the kisses, shoving his tongue in your mouth in eager to play with yours as you pressed against him.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you away. He backed off of the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed again. With his free hand he beckons you with a curl of his finger. You fall forward and crawl on all fours towards him. He's smiling still, pleased by your behaviour. He likes it when you hither or crawl. Again you meet him by rising up and placing your hands on his chest. His hand lightly strokes over your belly up your torso.

"Turn around."

You obey. Just what is in store for you? Jiraiya's warm lips press against your neck. He makes out with it. Your pulse is just under his mouth. It would take nothing for him to bite down and kill you. Thoughts like that arise sometimes. He's a danger. He chooses not to be violent. Never to you. He chooses to pleasure you, which he does so well. His hand gently strokes over your tummy and breasts. Then slowly over your collarbone to down your arm. He grips your wrist. Your arm turns into a noodle as it limply agreed to follow his guidance.

The cold metal of the cuff drags across your pelvis. His body presses against your back as he nips at your neck. He did the cuff up over the wrist he was massaging and holding. All while grinding against your ass. He raised your hand up by the hook on the cuff and hooked it onto the bar above you. He did the same thing to your other hand.

"Spread your legs out." His voice is quiet but crystal clear against your ear.

To encourage you, his left hand reached in between your legs. His right grabs the back of your thigh right under your ass. At the same time he rubs you off while pulling on your leg. You go as far as he leads you, until you're kneeling low with sex just hovering above the sheets.

He stops the pleasant rubbing over your clit and retracted his hand slowly. A whine found it's way out of your throat. That was so good! You move your hips from side to side, resisting the urge to close your legs. Some kind of pressure would be welcome right now. He's turned you on and left you hanging.

"I should tie your legs up too, shouldn't I?" Jiraiya asks. It was rhetorical and finished with a hard slap to your ass that made you jump. The sting to your skin lingering as he gripped the meat of your rump hard. "I know how you like to tense up and close 'em when you're ready to cum."

"Y-Yes, my lord." Your voice quivers with both excitement and anticipation.

"Very good. I can't have them shut just as we get to the good part."

"No, my lord."

A pleased chuckle comes from your master. He grabs another pair of cuffs and loosens them until they can fit around your thighs. They're leather and soft. Much more pleasant against the skin. He yanks on it to lock the strap in place. It doesn't budge and with the length of chain attached to the cuff he hooks it to the bar beside you. He does the same to the other leg. You're now Immobilized. Completely at his mercy.

"What shall I do to you tonight, princess?" Jiraiya whispers by your ear again. His hand moves under your ass to rub against your sex. "You're at the mercy of a mad dragon."

You gasp as he spanks you again, hitting the most sensitive part of your body. He's good at being a sadist. That's the word he used. Along with dominant or master. He likes to hit you for a thrill, but he always does so with your consent. He's never used the harder tools on you before. It's always been his hands. He's never been truly rough. Your skin has never been marked more than a light bruise.

A life of luxury and comfort has certainly made you curious to pain. Tripping in the garden hardly compares to willingly allowing yourself to embrace the pain of pleasure.

"Hit me." You whisper.

To your surprise he laughs. His chin rests on your shoulder. His hand continued to tease you between your legs.

"My my! How I have corrupted you! How do you want to be hit, my lady?" He was throughly amused.

It is a little embarrassing. Jiraiya loves to tease you. He's laughed at how innocent you once were. Being the crown achievement to his collection and his willing partner has changed you. It's hard to believe you were once a princess locked away in a tower only a few months ago. So ignorant to what sex could be. Well... not anymore. You're still learning. It's a good thing you got a good teacher.

"W-With the whip." Your voice quivers a little.

He growls. He squeezes your ass before stepping away. His heavy steps round your left side where he comes into view. You watch as he grabs the deceptively soft looking whip. It's handle is short, just big enough for him to wrap his fingers around and grip hard in his palm. The whip itself looks not so intimidating. A series of black leather straps about the length from your wrist to your elbow.

He caresses the not so threatening looking tassels. As he does his sharp eyes look you over. A smirk grows on his lips. He effortlessly twirls the handle in his hand. The tassels spin around like ribbons. Once he catches it, he whips it. Flicking his wrist swift and sharp. So fast you barely catch it. But you feel it. The air beside your wrist being snapped and disturbed by the force of the tassels. The sound echoed in the room.

"Are you sure you're ready for this? Your skin is so..." Jiraiya tilts his head ever so slightly. "Soft."

"Do you not want to?"

"Oh I want to." He's said before his tongue licks over his top teeth. It's reminiscent of a hungry dog eyeing up a juicy steak. "But you aren't used to being struck by weapons."

"I trust you."

The smirk on his face softens to a smile. It's wistful and appreciative. Perhaps no one has told him that before. He looks touched that you said that. With graceful strides he returns to standing behind you. Your body braces as he whips it close to you again, but not touching.

Instead of the hard crack of the leather hitting your skin, the tassels tickle. They drag up and down your back along your spine. Even over your shoulders like the soft caress of his long hair just barely touching your skin. It forces a shudder to run through you. It's not unpleasant. Your nerves are so alert they are sensitive to the gentle touch.

"What do you say if you want me to stop?" Jiraiya asks. His tone more serious now.

You swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. The anticipation is killing you. You shift as best you can. Rotating your wrists and pulling on the restraints. Your hips moving forward then back as you test how far you can jolt forward. Not very far. There's no escape. Except for one. The word he always obeys and follows when you have enough.

"Ruby." You state with confidence.

"Very good, princess."

The soft tassels retreat. It's time to feel their sting. There's a moment of tense silence. Even if you can't see him, you know Jiraiya is calculating where to hit first. Those eyes of his scanning over your body. He's usually very cautious. Most of the time. Sometimes he gets too excited. That more inhuman side of his can take over when he is riled up. You've seen his eyes flash a different colour and his chest glow with a fire like warmth when he's too into fucking you wild. But he has a refinement to him where he always regains his composure. He's motivated by the worry of accidentally hurting you. For a dragon, he's rather sweet. Not at all like how the stories say dragons are.

A pain like bee stings steals your breath away. From your right shoulder to your spine. Beyond your control your body flinches. It hurts, yet you crave to feel more. There's a few seconds of silence. Just the excited heavy breathing from behind you. Just as you relax, another strike to your skin.

"Ah!" A cry falls from your lips before you can stop yourself.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes!"

A breathy laugh was his response. That happy excited laugh of a pleased pervert. He's getting really excited. He may not survive more than a few strikes before giving in to reward you. Which is probably the best part. Getting hit and experiencing nothing but thrilling pain, then the reward of having amazing reward pleasure is enough to drive you mad.

The next series of strikes are the similar. Of the same pressure and pace. Hard enough to perhaps welt your skin but not break it. With each steady strike your body you lurch forward. With every fifth or so strike he goes harder to really make you yelp.

Within moments your back is red and pounding with it's own pulse. It feels as if every nerve was struck and on high alert. It didn't feel bad. It only gets you more excited for more. Your body is hot. You can feel how excited you are even if you can't deal with it yourself. The reward is going to be so damn good.

A whine comes from your throat this time. Jiraiya has moved on to strike your ass and legs. It feels different. Harder. More like wasps than bees. It hurts more. Perhaps with less surface area the whip is more concentrated. Your body is more inclined to writhe beyond your command from it.

"Do you like it? Or am I doing too much?" Jiraiya asks. He's paused for the time being.

"I like it!" You affirm. It's hard to speak anymore than that. Most times you've been holding your breath in anticipation of the hits. "Keep on going please!"

He swallows so heavily you can hear it. The whip meets your backside again. You cry out as a result. You pull on your restraints out of habit and want to move. Your instincts say to flee but your lust is desiring so much more.

Then they get faster. Instead of strike and pause. It's now strikes with only a second in between for your beloved wielder to wind back in order to hit you with the same force. It only makes you rock more. Your body thrusting forward from the force of the swift hits like you are in an unsteady ship in a storm. Tears form in your eyes from the pain, but all you want is more.

As they say, all good things find their end. The next wave of pain was too much. It was almost a perfect recreation of the first strike, hitting your most sore and sensitive skin. Ow. Like really ow. The yell in your throat was choked and startled. Your voice now feeling the wear of crying out so much.

Jiraiya hesitates. He must have noticed it too. Or maybe that last strike did more physical damage than first thought. A moment later his hand gently touches your skin. For once his palm feels cold in comparison to you. Your wounds are giving off waves of heat from the damage. He strokes his hand up and down. It both tingles and burns.

He takes a few more steps until his front is just barely grazing against your back. Those fingers of his which can be so deadly but also so gentle. They are soothing as they rub your back. Nice and slow against your burning skin. Up your spine to your neck. Then around to caress your throat.

"I went too hard." Jiraiya said. Remorse is in his voice. "I'm sorry."

"I'm okay." You assure him. You lean back best you can to be flush against his body. It's warm and soft. When your ass met his pelvis you press against his erection. He's rock hard. He probably couldn't take much more anyways. Grinding against it caused him to groan.

"I still took it too far. This is why I was hesitant to use tools like this." He sighed with his final word. His head invaded the space between your cheek and arm just to nuzzle his cheek against yours. "Princesses have such delicate bodies. You are no exception."

He sighs and moves in to place kisses along your shoulder. It was cool and wet. It feels quite nice. A comforting gesture. There's a soft clatter as he drops the whip in favour of touching you. His hands moving up your sides before going up your arms. With lack of blood flow the sensation is tingly. He grabs the latch the cuffs closed and undos them.

With little strength left, you collapse as far as you can. Folding over at the waist and bowing on the bed. It's both a blessing and a hinderance. Your body can relax more but it's not as easy to breath in this position. With your legs still hoisted in their kneel it creates quite the dramatic angle for your body to slouch in. Even so, the next part that is to come fills you with so much anticipation you do not care for the strain.

"You did very good." Jiraiya praises you. His hands grip your ass and squeeze. It's delightful as he holds it hard. "However, you should have told me to stop once it got too much."

"I'm sorry, my lord." You whisper.

"That's okay, my princess. I think you've had enough punishment to make up for your mistake. It's time to reward you."

Your tingly numb fingers grip the sheets. You arch your back a little. The head of his cock poked around at your entrance, teasing it. Moving around from one end to the other slowly before pushing in. When you cry out this time, it's softer. A quieter cry of delight as you finally get what you've craved since he restrained you. It slides in with ease and your body loves it. Strange to think that not that long ago you couldn't take his length. He's more than a little proportional to his size to say the least.

All you can do is stay in this position and take it. It's slow with barely enough force to rock you forward. It's nice. A gentle fuck to reward you for all your cooperation. He's groaning your name softly with each thrust. His hands are rubbing along your ass and thighs. Your eyes shut and you get lost in the feeling. The amazing bliss after all the pain. Wonderful. Pleasing to every sense.

The clasps and straps on your legs are pulled loose. You would have collapsed had it not been for your foreseeing partner. Jiraiya kept you in place for a moment pausing his hips so he could maneuver you into a more comfortable position. You whimper ever so softly when your sensitive back hit the sheets. But the pressure of your weight off your knees brought a new welcomed relief. You lay on your back with legs over the edge and arms hanging limply above you as he returns to pleasuring you.

He places his knee on the bed and hooks and arm around your lower back. It's slow as to not do you more harm. Soon he is over top of you drowning you in kisses that are matching the pace to his hips. You move your shaky hands to wrap around the back of his neck and shoulders. From there you can be closer. Holding on and falling into the beautiful rhythm he set. Stroking his hair is a gesture he loves but never says he does. Scratching right at his scalp whilst playing with his hair is a treat for him. One he always gets during this time. He deserves a reward too. For being such a wonderful partner.

Something rises in you. A feeling now familiar. You go tense and breath hitches.

"I'm close." You whisper.

"Me too." His tone was just as hushed and breathless.

He only speeds up a little. Eager but patient at the same time. You lose your grip and get lost in it. Crying out over and over with a need as each thrust gets you closer. A low throaty grunt of both effort and pleasure fills your ear as your cries only push Jiraiya close to the edge as well.

You go first. Body tensing and legs flexing to brace against his thighs as you have the need to coil like a tightly wound spring. Jiraiya sinks down until his weight is over you. His nails burrowing into your hips as he holds you still. His face pressed against your chest. His mouth hung open in a silent breath as he's caught between holding his breath but needing to gasp. His hips are moving ever so slightly, grinding at a fidgety pace as he milks every second of it.

The fall that comes after was dazing. The heavy weight of your dragon lays over top of you. He's panting heavily against your neck. The hard material of his horn is smooshing against your cheek. Not that you mind. You stroke his hair and even down to play with the connection of his wing to his back. It's a strange feeling muscle. Jutting out where his shoulder blades are. The faint scales on his body that go from flesh colour to the pearly white of his wings was like bricks of two different colours connecting. They are nice to stroke. He likes it too. Much like the toads that hang around the castle. Dry, but silky skin. He groans when you massage the space in between the wings where they connect in his back. Must be sensitive. As you touch him you wonder something.

"Will you ever show me what you really look like?" You ask.

"Oh?" Jiraiya lifts his head up to meet your eyes. "How are you so sure that I'm not just this?"

"I have hunch there's more to you." You say. You move your hand up into his hair again. You scratch at his head to which his eyes relax and almost shut. "All those tales of dragons the size of mountains that ruin cities in seconds can't all be works of fiction."

"Hm..." He hums and angled his head a little so your hand was scratching against a different part of his scalp. "You're more perceptive than you look, princess. To be honest, my true form would frighten you. This face does better to attract the ladies more than my... real face. I only take this form so I can interact with my hoard and live in this castle."

He plants his hands down on the bed and lifts himself up. He crawls up that little bit to give you a kiss. It was short little kiss. A quick peck to your lips that leaves you craving more. He lingers close after. His dark pretty eyes focused on you. When they're so close, it's so easy to get lost in them. It's only when he's a few inches away can you see how truly not human they are. It's the guise of a human. A facade that looked beautiful from afar but telling of his real nature up close. The elongated rounded ended pupils that just barely stood out from the night like backdrop of his irises. Flecks of silver and gold so small but shimmering like stars against the black of his eye colour. He's really a wonder.

"So I can interact and live with you," Jiraiya pauses to peck your lips. "My most prized belonging in my collection."

The back of his hand gently strokes your cheek when he said that. Most may be put off by being called a belonging. He doesn't truly feel like you belong to him. The front door is always open for you to leave. He's never forced you to do anything. He calls you that because for once you belong to something. You are doing something different and free of the lonely fate you were once destined to. You simply just belong with him.

The way he looks at you assures you that he does feel the same. It's more like love than the haze of dragon sickness. He did mention once that you are the first princess to accept his offer to be his valued partner. He revealed that all he offered this arrangement to were so offended he was slapped off more balconies than he's jumped from. He must truly appreciate you, even if he's never directly said it.

"I haven't shown you the basement, have I?" He suddenly brought up. His expression lifting with excitement at whatever idea he had in mind.

"No...?" Your voice falls into a high note of confusion.

"Great! It's just what you'll need to heal up your wounds!"

A part of you is hesitant. If this is the bedroom then it's a wonder what the hell he keeps in his basement. Especially one that is as old and worn as this one. Jiraiya scoops you up before you can complain. He fixes you into a bridal carry before running off.

The proper way to exit the room was through the door rather than the window. Just outside was a small hallway that lead to a curving stairway. It's not much different from the rest of the castle. Grey stone with paintings and other forms of art depicting sex on the walls. There's not much upkeep so the stairs can be a little rickety.

Jiraiya jumps off of the first step. You yelp and cling onto his neck. The way was just wide enough for him to expand his wings and glide. The air catches his wings and the drag slows him down. He chuckles as you hold on. The thrill will never wear off. Faster than any horse ride you ever been on. With a beat of his wings it softens the landing before his feet hit the bottom floor and gently drag on the stone.

"I got you, princess!" He said with a laugh. He turns and leaps across the grand room that lead to the other stairwell. He's leaping and gliding along with excitement, hopping around like a sugar high child. "I won't let ya go!"

You squeal as he jumps off the stair again to glide down them like a graceful eagle. This staircase went deeper. The windows that broke up the stone wall to let in moonlight died off into the warm glow of torches. They switched on as if by magic a few feet before reaching them. It must be something Jiraiya casted on them to light up only when they detect movement. He angles his wings ever so slightly to tilt towards one wall. He kicks off the wall like he was running on it for a few steps. The tip of his wings are just barely not touching the stone surfaces.

"Careful, Jiraiya!" You cry as he wavers slightly.

"You worry too mu-!"

He cut himself off by accidentally clipping his wing on a stair. It jutted out more than the rest from inconsistent carving. It broke the steady glide he had and he went tumbling. He curled around you to protect you. Even his wings curled like a cocoon, but he didn't have the time to recover. A few places got bumped. An elbow. A foot. He regained composure enough to grab the wall and slow momentum. The last three steps he butt scoots down as he couldn't recover quickly enough to stick a graceful landing.

There's a moment of silence. He looks at you. You look at him. A smile began to grow on your lips. You start giggling. He's never been so not graceful. He starts chuckling too.

"Sorry. I uh... wanted to show off." He was embarrassed. A small flush on his cheeks as he bashfully apologized.

It's not like he needed too. He's stolen your heart since he liberated you from your tower. Soaring away with you with grace and poise. The mystery and intriguing way about him had you mesmerized from the start. He's still rather mysterious, but his lordly grace was certainly more of an act. He was happier being casual and fun, melting your worries away with his cheery smile and mirthful laugh.

"You have no need to impress me." You speak your mind.

Jiraiya offers you a smile, one of gratefulness and still a little bashful. He takes a moment to look you over.

"You aren't hurt, are you?"

"What's a few more bumps? They're worth being with you."

It seems you discovered the secret of what makes a dragon blush. He got the cutest smile when embarrassed. Your partnership with him must mean a lot. He quickly got to his feet. He kept carrying you. Ahead was darkness. He ducked his head down to make it through the small dip in the roof. Going past that threshold had a shift to the air. It's warmer. Echoing. Damp. Humid like how the air feels before rain. A few steps in, a flash of light surprises your senses.

Torches are mounted into the stone walls. The walls themselves are more natural and wild. In the middle of the room was a pool. A large pool of blue water. It's giving off steam and heat.

"A hot spring." You state aloud.

"Pretty cool, eh? This is why I love this place."

"Aside from it being atop a mountain and away from any major town?"

"With a hot spring it really does round up to be the best location ever!" Jiraiya laughs. He set you down. He gestured dramatically around. "No humans. No neighbours. Nothing but nature and my favourite things to keep me company!"

His voice echoes in the cave and bounces his booming laugh around it's cavern walls. He struts forward to the pool. Once at the edge he looks back at you. He peels off the little clothing he has on. His ripped shirt and loose pants falling off of him with only a few tugs. He's beautiful in the nude. With a body sculpted by the goddesses themselves for women to enjoy. Truly a different being as his scales gently glitter under the flicker of the fire. He holds out his hand for you to take.

"Come, princess. Let's heal your aches and pains with a good long soak."

That does sound nice. You take Jiraiya's hand and he placed a kiss on your knuckles before leading you into the water. It stings a little from the dramatic change in heat on your skin. The prickles are soon to fade into pleasure. The hot water already seeping into your giggly feeling legs. The spring is deeper than it looks. By the time you have waded into the middle with his help, it's just under your breasts.

"The far side has the softest earth and stone to sit on." He explains as he kept wading through.

He finds the spot along the edge and sits you down first. It's more shallow again and you are dunked to your neck while sitting on your butt. He plops down beside you and sinks down. Being so tall can be a curse at times as he has to put in more effort to be emerged into the cozy warm water. He goes down until his chin hits the water and he lets out a happy sigh.

"The perfect way to end the day." He said.

"Yes. This is lovely." You agree with him.

You shift closer, scooting until you touch his side. Jiraiya didn't really stir. He had his eyes closed and he was grinning with a peaceful type of happiness. The tips of his bangs are floating in the water, making him look like he's got some whiskers. The rest of his wild mane of hair was flicked out of the water to sit on the ground edge behind him to stay dry. It spread out wide like a fan, as if a trail of white magnolias had suddenly bloomed in the cave.

For a creature capable of burning down cities and tearing down armies with a single swipe, he's unfairly adorable. You rest your head on his shoulder. Jiraiya hums, it was both of approval and content. He tilts his head so it rests against yours. From under the water his hand rests on yours.

The hot water soothes your body. It relaxes you to the point of getting sleepy. The aches melt off of you. The stinging lashes are getting worked out of your back. The tension in your stomach and thighs uncoil. The bit of soreness you hadn't even noticed on your wrists pulse before fading away. Your eyes become heavy.

Feeling content, you doze with Jiraiya in the water. It lasts for a few hours. You do fall asleep. The exhaustion of all the activity had caught up with you. The relaxing bath had done all the right things to lull you to rest.

Later, in that twilight of rest and awake, you still feel a surrounding heat. It's not wet or steamy. It's warm and cozy. Cracking an eye reveals that you are back in bed. The heat around you is Jiraiya. His arms around you. His body keeping you cozy along with the blanket around your body. He's snoring softly and breathing deeply. His heartbeat is a steady drum against your ear. With a smile, you shut your eyes and return to sleep. For the next day might just be as adventurous as today was. You never really know with a dragon. Especially not your dragon.