u/pleonasms

~ by Rosaline Grisly

(Hi! This is my first post to this subreddit. I write short and breezy stories about pretty girls in monstrous situations sometimes. I hope that you enjoy!)

Princess Erika picked her way up the steep, rocky slope. The rocks were sharp, and her shoes were not exactly made for this sort of thing.

Erika sighed. The sacrifices her feet made for her career.

It had been a warm spring day when she started off at the base of the mountain, and it was only getting warmer as the sun matched her ascent, and she approached the dragon's lair. At least there was a little bit of a breeze up here, out of the thick forest below.

Erika rounded a large granite boulder, and came, sooner than she had expected, to the lair. Set into a rocky granite cliff face, the cave was properly dark and gloomy, steam rising from the warm air inside. The Princess almost stubbed her toe on a burned out helmet and she made her way cautiously closer. She stepped over a blackened rib cage. She shivered, a little, despite the heat.

"Hey dragon!" Erika called. She was always surprised that her voice didn't falter in these moments. Maybe it was the danger that leant her voice the strength.

"Who disturbs my rest?" came the thundering voice from inside the lair.

Two glowing eyes appeared in the darkness of the cave.

"It is I, Princess Erika!" said Princess Erika, stepping back only a little in fright. A carbonize rib crunched under the heel of her slipper.

The dragon's laugh was low and deep.

"Those who come to challenge me are generally bigger," the dragon said. "And dressed for ... combat."

Erika stood up straight. She placed one daintily slipped foot forward letting the split dress she was wearing fall away, exposing her leg up to a generous expanse of her thigh. She drew in a breath, letting her bosom come even closer to popping out of her corset. She gave her golden hair a little toss.

"I do not come to challenge you," she said, slowly.

The glowing eyes blinked, and grew larger. The light at the cave's entrance fell on a reptilian snout. The eyes turned out to be rimmed with golden scales, glittering in the sunlight.

"Did the people send me another offering, then?" the dragon said. He smiled, showing rows of gleaming, sharp teeth. "I accept, though I do not expect you will placate me. You are hardly much of a meal."

"I'm not an offering, either," Princess Erika said. "I come to make a bargain."

The dragon laughed. As he opened his mouth, a blast of hot air washed over the princess, ruffling the gauzy fabric of her robe.

"Oh?" the Dragon said. "What could a morsel like you offer me?"

With a practiced gesture, Erica loosened her belt, and shrugged off her dress, which was white and floated to the ground with gossamer elegance. This left her wearing nothing but a corset. The mountain breeze washed away the warmth of the dragon's laugh, and played with the blond patch of hair on her mons.

"I offer you the most mind blowing sex you've ever had," Princess Erika said. "Perhaps you've heard of Princess Erika, the Monster Pleaser?"

The dragon cocked his head to the side. He made a sort of grating sound deep in his throat, and shook his head as if to clear it.

"What's to stop me from taking whatever I want in that area, and then eating you anyway?" he said.

"You can't just take the skills I have accumulated over my lifetime," Princess Erika said. "Though perhaps my reputation hasn't carried to these parts. This is a rather distant lair. Off the beaten track."

The dragon snorted. "Oh I've heard of Princess Erika the Monster Pleaser," he said. "It's nonsense, of course. A little human like you has nothing to offer a magnificent beast like me."

The dragon had fully emerged from his lair now. He reared so that he was standing on his hind legs -- doing this, he was a good two or three times as tall as Erika -- and spread his wings. The wings were a deep burnished bronze color. The scales on his belly, paler and dunner than the scales on his head, but still golden, shimmered as the dragon inhaled and flexed his muscles.

"You are very large, indeed," said Erika. Her eyes flicked, with meaning, between the dragon's legs. She could see the slit there bulging a little, perhaps ready to reveal the shaft hidden inside.

"Indeed I am," said the dragon, coming back down to his front feet. This shook the ground, kicked up enough snoot to put Princess Erika in danger of sneezing, and brought his nose in startling proximity to Princess Erika's nose. Suppressing a full body flinch into more of a full body twist, Erika raised her chin and caught the Dragon's gaze. Could she still see the glow of his eyes, even in the sunlight?

They stared at each other for some moments, Erika breathing slowly and evenly, the dragon's hot breath washing around her with each exhale.

"I don't believe that, even enchanted, you could accommodate me," the Dragon said.

"So you have heard about my enchantments?" Erika said.

She cocked her head to the side. She opened her mouth slightly, placing her tongue on her upper lip. She shifted her left foot over the rocky ground, spreading her legs ever so slightly, then bringing her feet back together. She was turned on. She found that the danger tended to do that and she caught the faint but distinctive scent of her own musk over the smell of soot and sulfur.

Dragon's have a surprisingly keen sense of smell. She was sure that the Dragon had caught it, too.

"Perhaps a small demonstration ..." the dragon said.

Princess Erika smiled.

"The Township of Lutevalle wishes to secure your word that you will not eat their sheep, steal their treasure, or harm their people for the next 120 years," Princess Erika said.

The dragon snorted, sending Erika's hair swirling around her head in an uncomfortably hot breeze. "The Township of Lutevalle is the largest town within a day's flight of my lair," he said. "If I made such an agreement, I would have to range far, or to abandon this lair."

"It is a decent lair," Princess Erika agreed. "What I've seen of it thus far. I imagine it is even nicer inside."

The dragon grunted, acknowledging the compliment. "Why would I give up a century of treasure and feed for one encounter with a ... harlot?" the dragon said.

"I suppose you could just eat me and go burn down a few buildings to teach the townspeople a lesson," Princess Erika said. "That does seem more sensible." She adjusted her corset, which involved heaving her breasts around a little bit, and shifted her feet again. More musk. "It's the thing any practical, down to earth dragon would do."

The golden dragon made the scratchy rumbly sound, deep in his throat.

"Of course," Princess Erika said, catching the dragon's eyes again. "You'd never find out what I'm like ..." Her own eyes were heterochromatic -- one brown, one blue. Rare. Dragons did love rare things.

The Dragon shifted his hind quarters, and Princess Erika caught a glimpse of his penis. Apparently, it had escaped its slit already. She felt her body relax. She was not going to get eaten. Not today, at least.

She could feel quite a bit of damp between her legs, though. Why did the risk of getting devoured always turn her on?

The Dragon moved closer. "I would not do my reputation any favors to be the one to have eaten the Monster Pleaser," he said. His head moved past her, his long body coiling around her.

His penis was indeed erect. Princess Erika could see it clearly now. It was the same deep bronzy brown color as his wings, and the tip was already slick, almost dripping with arousal.

"Your word of honor as a dragon?" Princess Erika said. "To leave to village be for one century and twenty, and to let me go, free and unharmed after we have had our encounter?"

The dragon chuckled. "My word of honor as a dragon," he said.

Princess Erika smiled, and dropped to her knees. She put her hand on the smooth scales of the dragon's flank as his body moved past her. His massive body felt warm and solid.

The Princess the Dragon's penis in one hand as he brought it close, and knelt to kiss the head of it. Reality bent and twisted around her as the enchantments did their work. The Dragon was still big. Quite big. And she was still Princess sized. Yet her lips slid softly around the head of his penis. The taste of dragon, hot and salty, but not at all unpleasant, filled her senses as the dragon's cock filled her mouth.

"Oh," rumbled the dragon, as Princess Erika's tongue flicked against the organ in her mouth. "That's," said the dragon, as Erika began to gently suck, pushing the tip of the Dragon's penis against the roof of her mouth, letting it slide from soft palate to hard palate to throat. "Very ... good," said the dragon, as Erika took the shaft down her throat. She kept one hand on the base of the dragon's penis, her fingers magically wrapping all the way around the organ, giving her the ability to squeeze it. Gently at first, of course. She slid her other hand between her own legs, feeling the slick wetness there. Erika slid her finger into her slit as she slowly began to work her mouth up and down the Dragon's shaft, which was growing harder and larger even as the spells wreathing her body shifted to accommodate it. Erika's finger's flicked over her clit, slid into the opening of her vagina. She gave her finger a friendly little squeeze with the muscles of her cunt. She was sure the Dragon would be delighted to discover just what those muscles could do.

And he was, indeed, delighted. Princess Erika had fun, too.

~ by Rosaline Grisly

"Hey, Annabelle."

Annabelle looks up from her phone. "Cynth!" she says. "Long time no see. What's up?"

"My number came up. It's chop chop for me," Cynth says, shrugging.

Annabelle frowns. Cynth works at the Pluto Industries fuckstop across town. "Why did you head all the way over here?" she asks.

"They don't do real women anymore," Cynth says. "We got retrofitted after that VC firm bought us. It's all lab grown pussies and automation at the front desk. I'm redundant, twice over."

"Well fuck," Annabelle says.

The two women look at each other.

"Lab grown just isn't the same," Annabelle says.

"AI front desks suuuuck," Cynth adds.

"I feel for the guys coming in," Annabelle says.

"Whatever," Cynth says. "It's very much not my problem any more."

Cynth hesitates. She's a pretty young woman, with pert tits accenting a white top, slate grey eyes, and freckles spattered across her nose. She reaches into her purse, which matches her blue shoes.

"Remember this?" she says.

Annabelle laughs. "Yes, I do remember the time we drank a bottle of cheap whiskey and tried to play with that."

Cynth is holding a double ended dildo. It's a nice one, made of clear glass with swirls of sage green in it.

"That was awkward as fuck," Annabelle says.

"Yeah," Cynth says. "But I was thinking, awkward or not, you're not drunk now, and it's my last day on earth and maybe you want to be the one to ...?"

Annabelle cranes her neck to look at the fuckstop floor. It's still fairly early in the morning, and there aren't any customers in the place. Two of the lunettes are occupied by sorority sisters who had stumbled in drunk last night, giggling over the notifications on their phones that had summoned them to the fuckstop. One of them has fallen asleep and Annabelle can just hear her snoring. The other one might have thrown up, just a little. It's something that she should deal with at some point. But for now ...

"There aren't any rules against it," Annabelle says. "I mean, there are. I'm supposed to be at the desk. But things aren't going to pick up for another hour or two."

She looks at Cynth, square in the eye. "Okay," she says. "I'll fuck you with the awkward ass dildo and chop off your head. If you insist."

Cynth smiles. "Thanks," she says. "I've never wanted it to be a stranger who snuffs me."

"A fuck stop is a hell of a place to have worked, then," Annabelle says.

"Yeah," Cynth agrees. "Give me a minute to pee and then I'll strip, okay?"

Annabelle is thankful that she wore a skirt today. Stripping herself might lead to a misunderstanding with any customers who do happen to show up. She slips her underwear off, maneuvering it over her tennis shoes so that it doesn't touch any weird fuckstop floor gunk on the soles. She mops on the regular, but there's always gunk ,and she does not any of it pressing against her pussy later.

The toilet in the bathroom flushes, and Cynth emerges, naked. "I left my clothes in the bathroom trash," she says.

"That works," Annabelle shrugs. There's a charity bin out front, but there are always plenty of clothes in it.

They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment, Annabelle suddenly very aware of Cynth's perfume. And of how many places she has freckles on smooth and soft skin.

"Lube," says Cynth, holding out a bottle of the stuff that she had been holding in her hand.

"Useful!" Annabelle says. "Now let's get you situated."

The glass dildo is as awkward as Annabelle remembered. Doubly so because she is standing, rather than squirming around on Cynth's twin bed. It threatens to slide out a couple of times as she gets it into position. She misses Cynth's cunt on the first pass like some awkward virgin. But at last, they are connected, Annabelle leaning back at an angle, Cynth gasping and squirming in the restraints as the hard glass dildo slides up inside her.

Annabelle grinds against Cynth's ass, thinking briefly that it might have been better to have locked Cynth in on her back, rather than in the traditional doggy style. But then the dildo finds her g-spot, and Annabelle doesn't think for a little while.

"Fuuuuck!!!!!" Cynth gasps as she cums.

Annabelle's never been one for big vocalizations. But she shakes and bucks on her end of the dildo. It's not the most amazing orgasm she's ever experienced, but she decides that it counts.

"Thank you," says Cynth.

"No prob, babe," says Annabelle. She hits the button. Cynth's body jerks as the lunette slices cleanly through her neck. Annabelle catches the dildo in lube slick hands before it can fall on the floor and make a mess of glass shards. She looks at the dildo, the sage swirls refracted through gobs of lube. She catches a whiff of her own pussy, mingled with Cynth's musk.

"Well, that's a thing that I've done," she says.

"This is pretty, but I don't need to keep it," Annabelle says, sliding the dildo back into Cynth's cunt. She slides it in an extra few inches, to reduce the chances that it will slide out, and steps on the pedal to send the body tumbling into the bin in the basement.

Annabelle wrinkles her nose. The frat girl's vomit is beginning to smell. And the lube on her hands feels sticky. It's time to clean up. Checking one more time to make sure she doesn't have customers just yet, she heads to the bathroom to wash her hands and grab the mop.