Zorian’s average, normal day

There were several little villages around the mountain officially known as George’s Compass. The name went back to the explorer who first ventured into the rich forests of the east. In unknown lands, the distinctive, high peak had become a powerful point of reference, hence the name. It helped that the spire was so very sharp. The mounds of rock and rubble that surrounded the spire hinted at an unstable collapse of a more, uniform rise, in times beyond the memory of any living thing, so long even legend couldn’t touch it. Of course, the rocky, uneven landscape in the middle of the forests had led to that mountain becoming home to larger residents. Hence the more commonly used local name. The peak of the twin dragoness’s.

Some of the villages were old enough to remember in their stories of the time when the mountain acquired that name… the beasts behind the name were rarely seen now… but there was a reason the villages only expanded away from the mountain and its surrounding forests. People went missing, if they got too close. But the danger of a dragon was like the danger of a cliff. Barely worth worrying about, if you gave a respectful distance. And so, the beasts behind the stories largely sank into the back of people’s minds, into the legends people were willing to tell without fear, even a few stories, some, people of strange taste liked to dwell on. The presence of dragons at the mountain was a fact that only troubled those with a need to pass through, as the roads often strayed, into those riskier regions, a calculated risk, balancing time in danger against the time needed to go around.
And this place in the minds of humans, suited the ruling dragoness just fine.

Zorian came to wakefulness reluctantly in the gloom of her cave. A lone, violet eye opened, watching the stalking advance of the brightness of a sunbeam. A line of white, dazzling light creeping across the floor of the cave towards her. It brought the unwelcome certainty of needing to rise… soon.
Zorian closed her eyes, contemplating how long she could sleep in… how much groggier she’d be if she did sink back into a half sleep before she rose… the turmoil of the heated debate between her horns came to naught as she concluded that sheer, not wanting to, would win the day. She yawned, and curled around herself a little, remaining curled up till the warm heat finally reached her snout.

Slowly the bulk of her long, scaly frame rose up onto all four taloned paws, dark claws gripping the stone for balance as she wobbled up, ponderous chest, heavy with muscle briefly throwing her balance till she braced her supporting forelimbs. With her eyes closed, she let herself ride out the weary call to just crawl deeper into her cave where the sun couldn’t reach, before finally vanquishing the sweet, alluring daydream of further dozing. Lest her resolve collapse, she quickly padded out into the sunlight, letting the bright heat dispel the fog surrounding her thoughts.

Her home was, suited to her likes. High, reasonably inaccessible, and yet… maybe, not entirely. Humans dwelled on her thoughts… the last approach had, made her question her decision, a little… some of them actually thought to be aggressive… she knew them to be greedy, foolish creatures. The allure of dragon scales as a novelty to their… alphas was enough to draw the greedy and desperate. Fortunately, they were also the tasty. And… she knew not where such stories had come from… maybe because her kind were so regal, and powerful, humans tended to assume they would treasure the same things… bright metal and such trivialities. Perhaps there had been such a dragon, somewhere, to inspire those stories… she found it mildly amusing her little, hoarding sister came, remarkably close to their tales…
She yawned, and stretched her wings out, catching the sun along the delicate membranes. She might need to remind the humans how large a dragon was… and a little flight might do her good, she had to hunt, regardless.

Her cavern was on a cliff above her sister’s, a slope she padded down to reach the level of the, younger dragoness. Chandra had wished the lower cavern… less height to drag the odd things she liked to collect. It seemed largely harmless… for now. She trusted young Chandra would grow out of it… and, she could, perhaps see a usefulness to the poking. Humans seemed to achieve a curious amount with those odd things they used. Tools were beyond her comprehension. She could fathom how to hunt, tactics to distract, a wealth of knowledge about everything she had ever hunted. She needed that, after all… large as she was, she couldn’t afford to lose as many meals as the standard carnivore… it was why her kind had become as wise as they had, why they had learnt to communicate, rather then fight with talon and fang anymore. For the most part, anyway. She flicked an ear, huffing, an old, unwanted memory surfacing, and submerging. She flicked her tail, and after peeking to Chandra’s cave to ensure her sister was nice and safe, she looked out to the woods, and sprung. Powerful hind legs kicked her away from gravity, wings catching the air to let her glide. An updraft and the beat of her wings let her rise, and she was flying. Sweeping on her slow descent across the trees and the lands below, surveying the forests she called her own.

She loved to fly, each wingbeat keeping her from falling to the oppressive ground, limbs folded back to streamline her long shape, little adjustments of her tail to correct her balance. She let her flight carry her as far as the closest human village, roaring her dominion over the land, as she banked, arcing her path away, following a border no human could see. Little did they know how fortunate they were, to have built… just within her territorial border. She followed the border of her territory, taking in the scents, no other dragons… that was good. As with most of her kind, her borders were only as far as she could survey comfortably within a day, and was her norm, she flew that route before she allowed herself to hunt. Hunting was a, curious sort of vulnerability. That which you stalked was at your mercy… but that which you did not hunt, was out of your sight. It was a bad time to learn one had a usurper in the borders.

The sun rose high, reaching the peak of its arc, and beginning to sink before the end of her circuit was in sight. She began to relax… no dragons, not crossing into her territory, not snooping at the edges. She had caught scent of a couple of her neighbours… but nothing out of the ordinary. On occasion, she had been aware of Chandra… out and flying. No doubt… returning those tasty treats she had begun hoarding nightly to where she had found them. So unfortunate none of them had been left conveniently in front of her route… a dive for, a quick snack would have been welcome… Her little sister knew her too well, sometimes. Still… being caught plucking those ones up would have caused upset… still, Zorian mused… maybe she’d have to bring her sister a little human she caught, soon… for dinner. Make sure her sister still remembered she was supposed to eat her food, not play with it.
Zorian’s wings dipped as she considered that, bringing herself to a slow, contemplative hover “I suppose it was my place to teach her that lesson…” she murmured to herself, before slowly shaking her head… she did blame herself, for Chandra becoming so… eccentric. But she blamed her inexperience more than anything… She snorted, and beat wings to rise, the joints ached when she tried hovering for any length of time… gliding, not flying was what she was built for… too much of the latter hurt, far too much.

Her patrol past, she rose high once more, considering the sun’s position… she still had enough time to find a good meal before it began to darken. With that in mind, and her appetite well whetted from her patrol, she set her path across the woods, considering where she had hunted recently, and what… contemplating what would be easier to find… what she should, probably let recover. She had a fondness for those, wild pigs, squat little legs, plump and meaty… but she had… overeaten them in the northern woods… so easy to forget they couldn’t migrate between populations as easily as she… she resolved to leave that region… for now. Maybe she would go and hunt for human meat there before long… she disliked having to hunt humans specifically, but when they insisted on driving out all the other natural predators… she simply had to keep their numbers in check… for her good, and their own, of course. She banked, eye catching movement to the east… through the trees, her shape eyes couldn’t tell the shape, but the hue was familiar. Fur, of that colour, meant deer, an older one. Perfect.

The air rushed past her as she dived to change her course and build up some speed, gliding quietly above the trees… though it heard her none the less… or rather, heard the billow of the tree branches. It was running now… but she had to wait… wait for, just the right moment. She couldn’t dive into the trees… first, she could barely see it to grab it, but more importantly, it was madness. What if the branches tore the membranes of her wings… what if one hit a tree… even if she folded them, they weren’t entirely pinned to her flank, all it would take at this speed is an impact with a firm trunk to shatter the bones. She shuddered to even think about it. She would deny herself a month of meals instead of risking her wings… because a broken wing… meant a lifetime of misery, and those limbs… were more fragile than most… So, she kept herself following it, waiting, and saw an opening in the trees ahead… not by accident either… she made a point of, clearing such holes in the canopy, in the hope prey would run right into them, for her to dive upon. Some learnt better, and avoided the holes… but running so fast, and in such a panic… the tactic worked often enough.

She timed her dive perfectly… wings folding, hind talons reaching down as the deer bolted into the clearing, and she got her first good look at it. A fine, meaty stag… her focus was so tight to her prey, she only saw the tiny, rapid motion an instant before a sharp pain sparked in her forearm. She hissed, reflectively making a beat of wings to halt her movement, thudding to ground just behind the deer, which ran off with a sound of terror. Zorian watched it go with a dismal pang, growling frustration in her throat… there would be no catching it now. It had an insurmountable advantage on foot… as did all land dwelling things, of course, in the woods, at least. Trees were too frequent an obstacle… and of course… she wouldn’t risk her wings in such a mad dash, all she needed was the joint to catch on a tree to sprain it… then where would she be…

Her angry focus moved to her limb… a familiar little sight there. Trapped between two of her scales, next to a third it had cracked, was a little straight piece of wood… a sharp little, thing on the end of it, which had poked into her flesh. A harmless strike, of course, a firm enough snort blew the arrow off of her, but it had struck hard enough to sting… it was no more dangerous, or less painful than a papercut… of course… such things had only one source.
The human who had fired it hadn’t run… foolish, but it looked, relatively young. A male, trembling, back to a tree as he stared at her in… ah yes… horror. That explained why it hadn’t run.

She rumbled softly, and sprang, the human had time for a startled cry, before a forepaw of hers wrapped its conveniently shaped body. The weapon fell to ground, as she lifted it to her eyes. She turned the human this way and that… she had learnt a few lessons the hard way about eating humans. With a claw she slid the tip to the back of the hip, wiggling till something snapped. A heavy weight fell from its hip to the ground. Sometimes they carried little sharp things there. She’d swallowed one with it once… she got the worst ulcer of her life… she hadn’t eaten humans for a month after that… till desperation had her catch another. That one, had cut her cheek with it… but it had been fortunate for her… she had learnt what it was they carried that they were using to hurt her… she’d never swallowed one of… those things again. She counted herself lucky she had learnt that lesson with so little damage, and no infection of the wound…

“I’m sorry” the little morsel squeaked
Idly she looked to the face of her catch, humming faintly in her throat… ah yes, the arrow. She had been putting it out of her mind
“It was an accident, I swear… I was aiming for… for the deer, please, please, I didn’t mean it…don’t take it out on my family”
Zorian rolled her eyes… humans… they were so… jumpy, and just full of stupid thoughts… she didn’t know what Chandra saw in them “unless they walk my hunting grounds, we’ll never meet” she huffed. The human was being remarkably foolish… but she wasn’t so heartless she’d deny her prey a little bit of, consolation “A wolf bit me once, you know, entirely not by accident, when I was very young. I reached for it, and it sank its teeth into my paw, broke the scales in several places, I was bleeding” she flexed her other forepaw, humming “it bit me because it feared me, of course, wanted to hurt me to scare me off. I didn’t go and try and butcher every wolf pack out of some paranoid revenge” she looked to the human, lifting him above her jaws, which spread “I did eat that wolf though… of course”

The human squealed some more words… but she was past talking to her food, and dropped the morsel past her fangs, clicking them shut. Another time, she reflected, as her tongue took control, pushing the human back, she might have played with it… gotten the tasteless skin off, get to the softer true skin where the flavour lay… but this was about food, not fun. So, she swallowed, a quick jab upwards, a firm gulp, and a shifting shape lightly swelling the scales of her neck, as it sank. She licked along her scaly lips, dipping her snout to sniff around… sometimes they came in pairs or more... but not today, pity. A human wasn’t a bad sized animal for a good meal, but… another would have left her very satisfied…

With her prey on a path to her stomach, she looked to her arm, rolling a claw over the spot… not even any blood… the broken scale would shed and regrow, and she’d be as good as new. Pity really, the scales of her body were far from impregnable, their thickness was determined by heritage. In the past… so grand were they, her kind feared only one thing, other dragons… so her belly plates were hard as stone. Dragons fought belly to belly in the air, wings kept far away from ravaging teeth and talons… the scales on the outside of her limbs was a little thicker, for glancing blows, but… on her forepaws, which needed to move he digits well, the inside of her limbs and her flanks… were much thinner. She needed to be able to fly, after all… had that arrow been further to the outside of her limb, or belly yet, hit the belly… she’d have felt nothing more than a dull impact… for her belly, she’d have heard it before she felt it…

She snorted, shivering. Still… those little flying sticks scared her… she didn’t like the idea of getting one in her wing… not for damage, but for pain… and her eyes… had no scales, nor did the inside of her nostrils. And both were big enough to fit one or more of those savage little prongs… She huffed, placing a paw on the fallen weapon, and pushing till it snapped. One more reason to maintain distance from the devious little mammals. They were stupid, but crafty. Any one of them could lose her an eye with one of those things and a lucky shot. She wasn’t stupid enough to take such an unnecessary risk.

Zorian rose from her hunt, belly flexing on the quivering movement of her meal… he’d lose his fight soon enough, and digest, like everything else. Still, the sun was ebbing down on its arc… the time did go so quickly sometimes… she supposed she had slept in… and been distracted on her survey of her lands, and catching a meal had taken time… With humans on the brain, she found she did envy them, that luxury. If she had another dragon who only surveyed the land, and another who hunted all day long… she could sleep all day, and be both secure in her border, and well fed… though of course… she reflected dismally, then she’d need a much, much bigger territory if these extra dragons were to eat, and they’d need to plan out how to officially divide it… and what is one decided to leave? The idea gave her a headache and she dismissed it with vehemence… life was too short for such problems… and for a dragon, that was saying something…

She fluttered down onto her ledge at the caverns she and her sister called home, stretching herself out, and perking an ear… there was a lot of noise coming from Chandra’s den… she hoped her sister had found something to eat… she had no spare food to share today.
Curiosity got he better of her… and she slunk down the slope to the entrance of Chandra’s den, listening… strange but, familiar sounds came to her ears… it took a moment, but she realised the odd noise was, the sounds humans made. There was a human voice mixed into the sounds… she wondered why they did that… it must be harder to communicate if there was so much other noise… but, she had to admit the sounds were pleasant…
Settled as she was, she couldn’t see into the cavern, but could listen… but with all that noise, she didn’t hear the little human… nor did he hear her breathing till quite suddenly, a human walked out, right before her long, purple muzzle.
There was a moment, when dragoness and human stared at each other, equally shocked. But she recovered faster. Her head lunged, before it could make a sound, catching the human around the middle in her mouth, the legs kicking, and voice echoing inside her mouth… she huffed past the human, and slowly, her lips curled… such a, pleasant development.

Her belly was… full enough for now, and unlike the woods… this was a safe place… for her. With casual grace, Zorian eased up onto all four paws, turning, and padding with a sway up the slope for her own cave… wrong place, and wrong time… such was the life of prey… this human would learn that… but hunger wasn’t foremost in her mind now… this one would be fun.

The evening was still young… as Zorian swayed back before her cavern… there were other things she could be doing of course… but the allure of the little morsel held between her scaly lips was simply too good… She swayed in, wandering good and deep, staying within the lit regions though, and, casually, dropped the human to the stone. The bouncing, the tight wet space… and maybe even the pressure of her lips on his ribs seemed to have the little human quite dazed…
She turned, keeping her eyes on the human, but orienting so her head was nearer the exit, before flopping to her side on the ground, knocking over the human which had been trying to get to his feet. While he made the effort to get up she took the chance to peer outside. The sun was setting… but she’d have enough light to play for a good couple of hours… and no sound of Chandra bounding up to see where her human went… so he hadn’t been missed… yet.

A weak groan alerted her to the human, and she looked back. He was staggering on his feet and looked over her. It was, delightful. She liked this part. The look of shock, then awe, then fear. She stretched, showing off the powerful flanks, the vast hind paw and limb that stretched across the stone, ready to block his escape, if he tried it. Her tail rose, blocking the route around her by the wings, and conveniently, giving the human a good view of her intentions for his, perfectly shaped body.
Under her gaze, the human rose, his eyes trailing, from generously thick dragoness hips, wider than he was tall, to the long, heavy paws that caught her flight, and back up past the presented, long split in her scales, past the darker, tight little hole, and to the heavy tail, strewn like a scaly log from the thickest tree he’d ever seen. He seemed to come to the, correct conclusion, that there was no way past… though it was cute how he paled when he looked, back to the hip… using her tail to block escape past the wings was convenient… how it presented herself to her plaything was, a perk.
“Be a good little human… and shed those, coverings… your skin feels nicer…” Zorian’s lips curled in a faint smile, as she peered at the human over the curve of her rump “you, are going to entertain me… and it will be nicer, for you, if you don’t fight it…” a low cackle of a roar chittered from her long snout, a shiver in a hind leg, excitement… “do struggle, of course… but at an appropriate time and place…”

The little morsel shuddered, a plaintive look to her snout, but she met his gaze with a wry smile. He began to, shed, trembling “you’re going, to let me go, right? I… uh, the other dragoness…”
“Shush” Zorian cooed “it is so, unbecoming to speak of my sister while you are… in such a, choice position” she licked her lips, slowly, as skin was exposed. And indeed, when the coverings of his hip, came away. He may not exactly be willing, but… his body, recognised her femininity… and that was all she needed…
A powerful thigh stretched back a little, and her toy reached forward, as if to, fend it off… she did let it stop against him, however. She just watched, and waited… every human… acted, a little differently. Some would beg… some would run deeper into the cave. A few had tried to climb her body… a, very rare few had seemed, delightfully keen for their new role… this one, though hesitant, began to rub at the scale coated muscle of her lower leg, bringing a light, content sigh to her lips.

The stroking got better… fingers digging into the aching muscle… it wasn’t bad… but still, it wasn’t as delightful as what she had in mind… although, he was moving down the leg, down the limb larger than he… Her taloned toes flexed, for a moment, before his attention eased onto the pads… this, distraction she tolerated, eyes closing to purr, splaying the digits… unintentionally knocking him back, but, then relaxing to give her human, time to continue…
Her pads did ache… she, could be more lithe, and every little extra bit of weight was taken out on those pads with every landing… but still…
“You’ll let me go… if I make you happy…” her plaything voiced aloud, he seemed hopeful… she didn’t reply. Still, it brought her out of her pleasant stupor. The kneading into her long hind feet was, pleasant and soothing… if only he was a wild human she had caught… then she might, indulge. But this human… he, semi-officially was Chandra’s… she couldn’t be caught with him, if she didn’t want the young one to pout…
She curled her talons inwards, forcing the human to retreat from her paws, and, when he shot her a confused, panicky look, she nodded towards her hips. The, tiny male hesitated… but, of course he approached. Zorian smiled to herself, rolling her thighs together. She was warming with anticipation, she could see the familiar, dazed look her scent often brought a human, when so very close…

The little creature moved out of her sight, and she closed her eyes… waiting. A small paw, pressed, barely a tickle to her loins, a quiver sent deep into her, but it soon became, more, the paw settled, without retreating, a second paw, feeling along the long, sensitive line of her nethers, closer and closer to he base of her tail. The tickling touch of a curious little mammal… her claws flexed.
A snorting growl finally escaped her muzzle, her eyes flowing open… her patience… was not so very long. She folded her tail down, a little cry as she human was, pinned to her. A shiver ran her vast frame, but she wasn’t done… she rolled to her back, relaxing her tail, eying the human between her thighs, eying him down the soft purple path of her belly. His skin along the belly looked, damp, slick… his eyes, gazed down upon the loins, which spread, as her legs flopped to either side. She clenched and snickered as the human’s eyes went wide… given a view of the, deep, flexing tunnel. She let him look… before she rolled her tail up again, the base resting on his back, and pushing down. A squeal escaped, before it was, muffled. She rolled her tail firmer, and hissed with a light shiver, finally retreating her tail… half of the human… where he belonged. She panted past her fangs, as so obediently, he chose just the moment, to struggle, thrashing, little paws pushing at her insides for leverage to escape, but she had grown far, far too slick for that… She clenched, growling lustfully when she heard the tiny note of a muffled human squeal from deep within her body.

A long whistle of a groan escaped past her fangs, as Zorian sprawled out, chest heaving as her heart raced, spikes of pleasure coursing into her body as the human sank and thrashed and squirmed for dear life… she closed her eyes, swallowing saliva that pooled, panting past it “oh…” she moaned into her sigh, a single hind leg twitching high in the air as her mind dimmed to embers under the tide of pleasure the human gave so readily…
Finally, satisfaction rushed through her, every muscle clenched tight, and tighter, the life near squeezed from her toy, a shuddering roar ripping from her jaws before she collapsed back, the tension, replaced by relaxation, as every muscle became soft as butter, the dragoness groaning in the wake… it felt like she could just melt to the floor. She huffed past her fangs. She needed that…
She allowed herself the afterglow, a dizzy wave sweeping through her mind before ebbing away. She drew in a long, cold breath, and sobered herself up, head raising, to peer down her serpentine frame, to the little gap in her scales amid the heavy plates.

Zorian smirked faintly, shivering with residual delight, as she watched the last, twitching limb disappearing beneath her scales. A long stretch of her own, thicker hind leg applying a nice squeeze to slide the human away. She sighed, hissing through her fangs, a weary desire for sleep winning through her mind… her stomach was, eager to get to proper work, her day of exertion demanded rest… and that human… he’d be a pleasant tingle for, quite some time…
“Zorian!” the familiar voice made the older dragoness wince… Chandra. She folded her legs together, rolling over to her paws, shaking herself and padding for the exit of her cave… her scent, heavy and thick coated the walls and tinged the air… she padded away from that cloud, drawing in a breath of cool evening air to perk her up. She managed to get herself out of her cave, onto the rocky ridge just as her sister padded up from her level. Chandra was, more diverse in her hues, pretty crimson and calm blue. Zorian greeted her sister with a low rumble, resisting the urge to flop to her belly as she desired… no need to get Chandra curious if she seemed, more tired than normal… nor to risk the impact slipping the human out…

“Something you need?” She spoke smooth as she could, lucky she finished speaking just before a sudden resurgence of fight deep inside… the human fought with fresh energy… did he hear her speaking… did he, realise this was his best chance for rescue… a moment sooner and it might have shown in her voice… she did her best not to react… no sudden clenching, no sitting, no crossing her legs…
“I have a human missing” Chandra noted, her head cocking, eyes roaming along her sister “he didn’t seem to like the music… he wandered out for some quiet, but he never came back… you haven’t eaten him, have you?”
“Not that I know of” Zorian rumbled faintly “I did eat a human today… but out on the hunt, I doubt it was yours… quite far from here”
She briefly closed her eyes, a long blink, exhaling gently through her nostrils as the human wriggled again… and the tight entrance, was breached. She clenched lightly, but felt it, a single limb poking out of her loins, wriggling in the air. She didn’t know if it was far enough to be visible beneath her body… but, Chandra took that moment to look out over the woods, humming “He wouldn’t have gotten that far so quickly…”

Zorian glanced back at her hips… she couldn’t see him either. She undulated her tail, up, and then down, giving her loins a shiveringly tight squeeze… and through pressure sliding the frantic limb back inside… tail folding down over her nethers, as she licked her lips, smiling as Chandra looked back to her.
“Well… if I happen to see him, I’ll come right to tell you… I promise”
Chandra hummed, seeming to consider the words, but nodded slowly “ok… so long as you promise. You won’t eat him first, though will you?”
Zorian barely held back her smirk “if I see him, I’ll bring him right to you, uneaten”
Chandra smiled a little more, nodding, and turning, glancing back to Zorian “well, ok, I’ll keep looking”
Zorian watched, as Chandra swayed away, out of sight. She chuckled softly, shooting her thick hips a look, before she turned, and padded back into her cave, loins good and tight, her toy subdued, for now… a bounce and sway to her long, serpentine body as she wove into her cave, and into its darkest reaches. She was a dragoness of her word… she always had been. Of course. If she didn’t, see, the human… well, then… not a word of her promise would be broken…

“You are in for a long night, little treat” she noted with a sly rumble “and tomorrow morning you can learn just how good I am with my tongue… why, you won’t even need to see the light between lodgings…” and I, won’t need to see you, she added to herself, snickering as the last of her weaving tail disappeared into her cavern… not to appear till well after midday the next day. After all, she didn’t need to hunt for her breakfast…