Dragon Riding - Sex Stories

Dragon Riding

... cringed when they heard the soul-splitting sound of it clattering upon the floor.

"Who is there?"

The Dragon Queen's voice boomed within the steamy chamber, shaking them to the bone and freezing them in place. Fear prickled their skin as they took in the sight of Alexstrasza rising from the pool, tall and furious and naked, breasts full and healthy, her body entirely what one would expect from the Aspect of Life. Arousal commingled with fear, and their apprehension gave way just enough for the two goblins to take a tentative step backwards.

"Do not move!" she said, her voice shaking the room. The air about her shimmered and refracted, heated by the intensity of her fury. "Who are you? Let it be known, and do not lie or I will reduce the both of you to ash."

"W-w-w-we're Neiza!"

"And Krib!"

Alexstrasza stepped closer, those wide, fully fleshed out hips of hers swaying seductively despite her anger. Completely at ease with her nakedness. "Keep talking."

Neiza stumbled unintelligently over her words. Krib didn't know what to say. He elbowed her in the ribs and that seemed to knock enough sense into her to talk properly.

"We're workers! I mean servants! I mean, masseuses!" she stammered. "Look!" Groping desperately into her satchel, Neiza produced a flask of oil and a bright white towel. "See? Best there is, too! Served Tyrande and Sylvanas--she's undead and even she loved it, can you believe that? I don't wanna brag but--"

"You serviced Tyrande ...

... Whisperwind and Sylvanas Windrunner?" The dragon's eyebrows raised in frank disbelief, her eyes smoldering like molten bronze.

"We sure did! Here--" Neiza handed Alexstrasza the photographs she'd shown the guards earlier. "We specialize in high-profile clientele."

"Hmm." Alexstrasza inspected the photos while the goblins inspected her. With hips and thighs like that, and an ass you could see from the front, the title of Life-Giver didn't do her enough justice. She'd given birth to an entire flight of dragons and still looked incredible. "You two are here to what, give me a massage?"

"Yes, Your Winged Grace," Neiza said with a clumsy bow.

She handed the photos back to Neiza and said, "You've caught me at a good time, despite the abruptness of your visit. Please me and I will allow you to leave unmolested." Her eyes narrowed to draconic slits. "But if you displease me, or if there are any tricks..." She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together as if striking a match. A gout of flame erupted from her hand, blazing high up to the ceiling before flickering out as quickly as it had appeared. "Understand?"

"Yes!" they simultaneously squeaked.

Alexstrasza nodded, hands on her hips. "How shall we begin then?"

The smooth tile floor of the bathing chamber was as good a place as any for a massage, and so they instructed her to lie down on a towel, face-up with her head on a pillow, her absurd curves difficult not to stare at while they worked. Neiza, who Krib frequently ...