He seems to be inspecting your body closely and agreeing with himself over his decision to grab you.
"M.... Mark?" You stammer, looking around. You appear to be on a ledge in front of a cave. There's bones all around. "Is that, like, a normal name for a dragon?"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Mark says. "My mom just liked the name Mark. It's a human name of course."
"Of course?" you echo. Some of the bones are pretty big. You aren't sure what kind of animals were involved, and you're scared to ask.
"Well yeah, since she was a human." he answered. "What'd you expect?"
"Um... a girl dragon?"
"Nah," he laughs. "A dragoness can only make dragoness babies. Male dragons come from women. Human females, I mean. Why do you think I brought you here?"
"Um..." you swallow and admit, "I thought you might be planning to eat me."
"Oh." he nodded, then grinned, huge rows of teeth frightening you half to death. "Yeah, I should have realized that. Sorry. It's true, humans are very tasty, especially tender young women like you, but they don't have much meat. It's hard to get a full meal that way. I prefer cattle and deer and stuff. But I will eat you if you don't cooperate. That's what happened to Mom. She tried to escape one too many times and Dad finally got sick of it and ate her. He save a leg for me though. She was good."
You're horrified at the idea. "You ate your mother? Didn't you love her?"
"Of course! So did Dad. He still misses her. But it's like he always tells me. 'Son, women are sexy and wonderful creatures, and they're the best loving you'll ever have, and there's nothing wrong with loving them right back, but don't ever forget, all they are is meat."
"We are not just meat!" you protest, and Mark looks at you quizzically.
"Well of course you are. What else would a girl be good for other than sex, babies, and meat?"
You're totally at a loss for an answer. You realize that none of the many other things you could do mean anything to a dragon. He puts a claw behind your back and leads-- or pushes--- you into the cave. It has a sandy floor after a few feet, and you realize your captor has made it his home. He fumbles around in the dark, then breathes fire on something and now he's holding an old-fashioned torch in his paw. He puts it into a hole in the wall that's angled to hold it up. As your eyes adjust to the dim fire light, you turn around, trying to look at your surroundings and then jump a little as you feel claws hooking into your panties and sliding them down your legs. Afraid you'll trip if you don't, you go ahead and step out of them. You shiver as the claws scrape your back slightly as they grab the back of your bra.
"I can never do these fastenings," he grumbles. "Unhook it or I'll just break it."
Afraid to lose what little clothing you have, you quickly reach behind your back and undo the bra strap. You slip it off and drop it.
He makes you turn all the way around so he can inspect your body. He leans close to you and licks various places as you turn. You realize it isn't wet and slimy, but dry. When he slips his tongue around one of your tits, it feels a lot like the time you took your clothes off for your boyfriend and let him play around. Then you gasp.
"What is that?" you ask fearfully, pointing at two neat piles of bones. They look human.
"Hm?" he looks and then laughs. "Oh. The one on the left is Maria. She was my first girl. I mean, I've fucked my dinner a few times, but she was my first try at taking a bride. The first night after we made love she tried to stab me in my sleep and escape. So I told her we would have sex until morning, then I would have her for breakfast. All night she kept begging over and over again that she would be good from now one, but I finally told her, there's plenty of other girls out there, and I'm hungry."
His tongue starts probing around lower, then he said. "The one on the right is Sandy. She was a wonderful bride, actually. She never gave me any problem."
"So you ate her?" you quail. He sighs.
"Actually she was pregnant and doing fine, but then something went wrong and she died. I tried to get the baby out after Sandy's heart stopped, but he died too."
Suddenly instead of being afraid, you feel sorry for him. He genuinely sounds very sad about his loss. Then you realize...
"But you ate her anyway."
"Well, of course!" he answered, surprised at you. "Why let good meat go to waste? You humans are crazy, you know. Every time one of you dies, you could enjoy the best meat on the planet, but instead you bury it and let it rot!"
He's back to his careful caressing of you, and it really is making you horny, but as he nuzzles you, he adds, "So try to remember if you start thinking about misbehaving, that you may look sexy and make me want to fuck you, but at the same time you will also look very, very tasty to me." His tongue runs down between your legs and you shudder. He breathes in deeply.
"Yup, I smelled right when I spotted you. You're a virgin."
Only technically, you think to yourself. You've had oral sex, but he's right that you still have your cherry.
"You can smell a girl's cherry?" you ask, surprise.
"Yeah, it's important to us," he explains. "We don't want to bring some girl to our cave and then discover months later that some guy had already made her pregnant. Big waste of time. So we look for virgins. If I had found you weren't one, I would be getting ready to cook dinner right now."
You shudder at the thought, then swallow as his tongue begins probing again. He begins coaxing you to lay down on the sandy floor.
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