The Twilight Dragon

Chapter 1

Author's note: This is the first chapter in my newest series, just giving fair warning for those really get into stories, updates may not be regular, so I appreciate your patience.

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I know I am a goner when they approach me, there are five of them, all in black, twisted mean grins on their faces. Here outside the village there is no law, and criminals and outlaws roam freely. Occasionally an adventurer would come by, pick up a bounty or two and clean the place up a bit, but the forests were heavily wooded and stretched out for miles. The sun is setting, and I normally would've been back in my tree home by now, but the stream that once yielded a fish or two now had nothing, and I had to continue down towards the river, farther away from my home. One of them pulls out the biggest blade I've ever seen, and my stomach drops. "Hello there, pretty."

I decide wisely not to return the pleasantry and run, dodging trees and jumping over logs, but there's five of them and one of me, and eventually my legs give out.

I fall to the ground, rocks and twigs dig into my exposed skin. I feel a hand grab my hair, painfully yanking my head up. I let out a scream, but it only makes them laugh. I shut my eyes as I feel hands grab my shoulders, the sound of the knife cutting through my thin clothes, and then the sound of their cruel laughter is all that I can hear, I try and shut them out. I am yanked impossibly high, and now I have to open my eyes, I can feel cold air in my face, and I see the men on the ground, growing smaller and smaller the higher I go. For a brief, insane moment, I think I've learned how to fly. And then I look up and see the giant winged dragon that has me in its claws. I open my mouth to scream but this time nothing comes out. I am frozen in fear as those giant black wings beat, taking me farther and farther away from my home.

I am terrified of struggling, so instead I dangle between those claws, until I feel my stomach drop again as we slowly start descending. The dragon switches me to his front claws, and we land more gracefully than I thought, though my whole body is clenched in fear, I feel as if I am so brittle I might break. We are on the edge of a frighteningly high cliff, and with me still in his claws, the dragon carries me towards the dark entrance of a cave.

He walks along the dark tunnel until we reach a massive wooden door. He pushes it open and we enter. Torches on the walls illuminate the rooms, a large firepit in one room, a large bed in another. He carries me to the bedroom, sets me down and turns me to face him. He stands taller than any man, his body is jet black scales with red streaks, and he is heavily muscled.

"You are injured. I have something for that." His deep voice shocks me, up until now I had no idea that dragons still existed, much less that they could speak. He walks over to a large table and comes back with a mortar and pestle, begins grinding something that has a strong minty smell. I watch him cautiously, perhaps he saved me from a group of thugs, whisked me away to his den. But I'm not out of the woods yet, he wants something in return. Why else would he take me up here, and not just scare away the bandits in the woods? He looks up to see me staring at him, and when he grins pale white teeth the length of kitchen knives glisten in the flickering light of the torches. With one swift slash of his claws my raggedy clothes fall to the ground, leaving me nude. I cover my breasts quickly, looking down instinctively. That is a mistake. I can see him, a large phallus that has emerged from between his legs, shadowed and hard to see, but there's no denying the enormous size of him.