Seduced by a Dragon (Erotic Horror)

SEDUCED BY A DRAGON

J. J. Abraham

Please consult your doctor before reading
story due to its intense theme and sexual situations. The author is
not responsible for health issues as a result of reading this
erotic story.

Listening to the news report on the latest suspected
predation murder just made me hungry.

I sucked on a beer to get my mind off of it,
with little success. Beer was one of the few things worth anything
in this shithole planet, and that was only if you added meat
byproducts to the grain-piss. But even alcohol couldn’t suppress
the growing rumbles in my stomach.

“Goddamn fuckin’ bastard,” said the dragon
next to me, his metal stool creaking with his agitation. “If it
really is a dragon, I’ll fuckin’ feast on his guts myself. Goddamn
bastard. Doesn’t he know what he does to th’ rest of us?” A few
grumbles and hisses of angry assent sounded nearby.

“Naw,” I said quietly. “If it is a dragon, we
have to stick together. Can’t turn on our own.”

The drake slammed his metal pitcher onto the
bar, curling his lips back in anger. “Fuck that! Goddamn fucker
like that will only bring the humans down on us. You know how
vindictive those little shits are! He enjoys his snacks and every
dragon within a hundred miles of here is treated like a fuckin’
murderer. Every one of those fuckers who got caught got what they
deserved. I don’t know why this one hasn’t been caught yet.”

Because I swallow them whole,
I almost
blurted out. I swallowed back that outburst with another gulp of
beer.

Couldn’t they see I was striking back at the
humans by doing this? They oppressed us, curtailed our rights,
treated us like walking shit. Hell, in some countries our kind were
little better than slaves. What I did was righteous
retribution…

I sighed. Who was I kidding? This was just
the latest in my long line of rationalizations.

I did it because of the incredible rush. It
was deeply satisfying, the feeling of prey slipping down my throat,
tasting their fear as they were swallowed alive. The most dangerous
creatures on the planet, helpless as I ate them. The power and
instinctive predator’s joy of triumph, consuming another’s strength
for my own.

I shook my head. God, I had to stop. The
dragon next to me was right. My behavior put all my kind in danger.
And I wasn’t a bad guy. Not really. Even if I didn’t feel guilt
after one of my forbidden feedings, I at least felt guilty about
not feeling guilty.

But I was so hungry. It was a craving that
went beyond anything mere packaged meat could satisfy. Even a nice
plump lamb at the Carnitopia wouldn’t be enough, and I didn’t have
the money for more filling prey like a whole cow. Not many dragons
did.

“Hey there,” came a soft lilting voice. I saw
a woman settle into the seat two stools down and smile coyly at me.
I smiled back, almost automatically keeping my jaws closed. I
didn't want to frighten her with my large pointed teeth. "My name
is Valerie.”

I sucked in a breath. The woman misunderstood
my interest. Her name was of no consequence. I might as well name
my food before eating it.

She was in many ways what I understood human
males desired in their bed-partners. Blond, bubbly, and big
breasted. She was between five and six feet in height, maybe closer
to five. Big hair that wound to her shoulders. Thirties. Pretty, as
far as human females go. Green eyes, and full figured.

Even though this was a dragon bar, a few
humans could be seen flitting about the more massive scaled bodies
here and there, male and female both. Xenophiles, looking for a
taste of the exotic outside their species that didn’t involve
diddling something in a barnyard.

It took a dragon of a certain mentality to
get aroused by the presence of a small alien-looking human.

Unless one was looking more for a meal than a
sex partner.

I broadened my smile as best I could, moved
to the seat next to the woman, and bought her a drink. She
practically purred at my close presence. Maybe tonight wasn’t going
be a waste after all. A shame humans could never provide all the
physical companionship a dragon needs.

At seven feet high or more, an average adult
dragon had many times the mass and strength of even the largest
human. We had tough scaly skin, snapping jaws that made a
crocodile's seem weak in comparison, and ham-sized claws designed
for gripping fleeing prey and ripping and biting them apart. In the
primeval wild, humans would have had no choice but to be prey to
us.

But this wasn’t the wild, and humans had
these little dexterous hands that were far more agile and versatile
than our clawed ones. They were better tool-users. Knives and
spears and rifles and shotguns and rockets and combat helicopters.
Despite the superior advantages of a large predatory reptile, there
was no way we could compete with that, especially in the numbers
the humans could employ them.

It was forty years ago that our elders were
transported to this world from our own homeworld. It was similar to
Earth, from what they told us. There we had developed a primitive
society. Not too different from what the humans once had just a few
thousand years ago. Except humans evolved tools to survive, while
we hunted prey by tooth and claw.

One day, went the story, spacecraft descended
from the sky and forcibly evacuated our kind from the planet. A
voice emanating from the ships said simply that they were being
moved for their own protection, but they didn't say from what.

The elders never saw a single alien. Then,
what seemed like moments later, my kind were dumped unceremoniously
onto the more tropical climates of Earth.

Millions of intelligent meat-eating reptiles
were suddenly part of Earth’s ecosystem. This did not go well with
the planet's current top inhabitants.

And merely a week after that day, in the
summer of 2025, at least one in ten dragons lay dead at the hands
of the humans. Even after cooler heads prevailed, pointing out that
dragons were clearly intelligent, the killing continued in the
less-civilized parts of the world.

Still, the so-called Dragon Wars slowly
ground to a halt as communication was established between our two
species. Dragons adjusted remarkably well to the environments on
Earth as we were curiously compatible with its biology. Apparently,
we dragons are genetically similar to birds and crocodiles. Some
scientists believe we're related to the planet's early inhabitants
known as archosaurs, during the time of dinosaurs. How we arrived
here, and why, is a mystery.

I led this Valerie back to my hovel of a house. The
mistreatment of my kind flashed through my mind. Why shouldn’t
there be payback against these arrogant monkeys, and why shouldn’t
I enjoy myself while doing it? It would give my existence some
meaning. I grimaced. Keep rationalizing, addict.

I knew all dragons had the same temptation
from time to time, seeing these small pink or brown things
scurrying by, oblivious. What predator wouldn’t want to start
grabbing them and stuffing them in his maw, like popcorn on
legs?

Dragons who were discovered giving in to this
kind of temptation were either outright shot or tried for murder.
The latter usually died strapped to a steel table with a
titanium-tipped needle of poison in their arm.

And after each incident was made public,
hostile stares from humans everywhere we went, harassed by law
enforcement, jobs suddenly harder to find, rents going up without
notice. I suppose my fellows had every right to be hostile toward
dragons like me who attacked humans, since it made things that much
harder for us in the long run.

Damn it, I had to stop. It was the only sane
thing to do. Yet I calmly escorted the human female to my rickety
front porch with every intention to have her in my belly before the
night was through. So much for willpower.

But those big breasts… were they real? One of
my earlier victims had implanted saline bags to enhance her breast
size, and I had a devil of a time passing them.

It was the darkness of dusk as we approached
my house. The smell of nearby swamp was thick in the warm, moist
air. It stood at the end of a grass-grown drive, partly hidden by
willow, and old magnolia trees with long curtains of moss. Veiled
in the foliage as if suggesting secrecy.

A porch light flickered as we walked up the
concrete steps to my place. The roofline slightly drooped to one
side. Its two main support columns were delicately sculpted with
wood overlays, as if an afterthought, and heavily weathered, as
some hung loose or missing. Ivy encircled the columns, their
tendrils clung at their bases as if slowly squirming their way
up.

I swiped a cardkey at the door and heard it
click unlocked. A standard-sized door, one built for humans, it was
only three feet wide, and its door jamb had worn due to abrasion
from my scales. I slipped the key back into my leather waist pouch
and zipped it closed. I opened the door and motioned for her to
walk inside.

“Oh—so this is your place?” she said,
slurring her words slightly as I followed inside. She looked around
the living room with its dingy decades-old paint and rusty
steel-reinforced furniture. “Everything is so … so … big!”

“You’ve never been to a dragon’s home
before?” I said, closing the door with a click. I padded over and
stood next to her in the center of the living room as she turned to
look around. The carpet was worn to the concrete under our feet,
and all four walls had wallpaper sporting the sickly, outdated deco
designs of the 2030's, and near the water-stained ceiling, every
strip was peeling and lifting at their corners. To the left, a
couch sat along the wall, its leather cushions split and well-worn.
Heavily-curtained bay windows on the wall opposite were covered in
dust and cobwebs and looked as if they hadn't been opened in
years.

“Naw. I’ve only been with two dragons who had
their own place,” she said. “Brothers, but they never took me
there. They did me in the back of their pickup truck. Heh. I used
to use the dragon restroom at the back of the bar for fooling
around.”

I raised an eyeridge quizzically. “Used
to?”

“One fucker got into it and pushed me into a
toilet while I was bending over for him. Anyway, I guess I should
have expected, you know, the size thing. Everything has to be
bigger when you’re a dragon, right?” She giggled, plopping
playfully onto my couch, looking like a small half-grown hatchling
against its broad expanse.

Or like a fawn with nowhere to run. My
stomach lurched. God was I hungry.

I took a hesitant step toward her. Gone was
the easy confidence I'd had with the first few feedings. Stupid. I
was second-guessing myself now. “Uh … what do you do?”

She shrugged. “I’m a sales rep at a
pharmaceuticals firm.”

Just keep her talking, put her at ease. These
monkeys could be quite slippery if they felt threatened, but
fortunately xenophiles had high thresholds. I ran a gentle claw
down a wavy length of hair beside her cheek. She shivered, then
smiled brightly up at me. “So I assume you like to play
around?”