Georgie and Her Dragon by Sahara Kelly Read Free Book Online

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wham-bang-whack-off-heaven. Or, if he’d been really lucky, a
passing serving wench with a serious case of the hornies could have
eased his predicament.
    But - sadly - Theo had to acknowledge the
truth. And that truth was that he was a dragon with a
serious erection. As such, he was stumped. He staggered out of his
roost onto the battlements and surrendered to the pain, releasing
his pouch and his crumpled cock with a hugely enormous sigh that
threatened to topple some trees on a nearby hill.
    He knew his claws were too sharp for a nice
quick jerk-off, which would have taken quite a weight off his mind.
There had to be other masturbatory alternatives that didn’t involve
genital self-mutilation and so he gazed frantically around for
inspiration before the tears gathering in his eyes poured free and
put out his dragon fire. That was a bitch to relight and something
dragons tended to avoid at all costs.
    His tense gaze fell on the battlements. The crenellated battlements. “ Crenellated ” being the
Latin word for “ just about the right height and size for a
massively horny dragon to use when caught short with no female
within twenty miles ”.
    He rammed his cock through the opening,
sighing with pleasure as the smooth stone walls caressed his
length. Or at least a couple of feet of it. It was, thankfully,
enough. With thrusts powerful enough to shake the moat into
ripples, Theo took his pleasure by himself, crashing his hips into
the two-foot thick battlements and letting the slabs rake his cock
as he moved.
    One slight whiff of a fragrance that
could’ve been Georgie assailed his nostrils - and Theo was a goner.
His throaty roar scared the animals in the surrounding farms, and
the belch of smoke from his nostrils signaled his orgasm equally
clearly.
    Several miles away a minstrel looked up into
the sky, searching for a new song to play at dinner that night and
saw the billowing clouds over the castle ramparts. He blinked as
the words came to him...” I’ve seen fire ...” He jumped as
drops of heavy rain pattered on his shoulders, surprising him quite
a bit since the sky was perfectly clear. “ And I’ve seen
rain ...” The minstrel smiled. This one should go platinum in
weeks. Fired with enthusiasm he scrawled the rest of the song,
unaware that at that same moment one exhausted dragon was trying to
fold his limp cock back into his pouch on top of a distant
castle.
*~*~*~*
    Georgie comes home...

    Four long years later, at the ripe old age
of twenty-two, Georgie finally rested her gaze on the ancient stone
walls of her home. The flags were flying gaily, welcoming back the
current crop of graduating princesses and celebrating their various
accomplishments.
    They all knew that in fact it was their
father’s way of saying “ Good, now I can marry some of you off
and get more land. Or cash. Or a minor titled noble to be announced
later .”
    It was the accepted custom for princesses to
be assigned husbands who would enrich the Kingdom from which they
hailed. In exchange, said husbands received the privilege of
fucking some aristocratic cunt and siring offspring about whom they
could boast “ well, of course, my wife’s family, you know - those
royal genes will tell, won’t they ...?”
    Georgie couldn’t help but notice the large
number of would-be suitors gathered along the processional route to
watch the returning princesses. And she also wryly noted the
glances received by princesses numbered one through seven. Those
were, of course, the ones in line to receive the heftiest
dowry.
    By the time she arrived, bringing up
the rear, she was lucky to get a waggled eyebrow or two from the
oldest or the pimpliest bachelor.
    Georgie sighed. This was going to be a bit
of a rough patch, she knew. If she was forced to tell her parents
that she was absolutely not going to marry any of these
dickheads there would probably be a minor uproar.
    Minor because her position so far
down on the monarchical totem pole meant she