Jonas was beaming with pride as he strutted into the party venue wearing his shining 'knight regalia'. The handy gentleman had spent a whole weekend fashioning it, using leftover cardboard scrap from his job at the factory and several rolls of tinfoil. Broad pauldrons complimented his contoured foil helmet, which he tactfully crested with a push-broom's scrub, styling himself like the Greek warriors of old. In one hand he held a pizza-box shield with a printed emblem glued to the front, and in the other, a masterfully folded foil sword that caught the moon and streetlight fantastically. He was going to win this costume contest.
Falixia glided through the beautiful night sky, enchanted by the full moon above. The dragoness was one of the few of her kind who still deigned to visit Earth on occasion, despite the place's ramshackle state. She still harbored an odd fascination for the little creatures that scurried across the ailing land, especially on festivities such as these. The pageantry of Halloween always warmed her draconic heart, as it reminded the ancient drake of times gone past, when humans were more interesting to play with. When a shimmer caught her eye far below, the purple-scaled dragoness swooped low to inspect her target more thoroughly. Falixia was confident her invisibility magic would keep her huge, scaly frame hidden.
Just as he'd predicted, Jonas' glittering garb won him the day, or second place, to be precise. Some of the costumed contestants who spent more effort seemed dejected, considering his cheap, shabby armor. His victory was earned more due to how the knightly party-goer had conducted himself throughout the evening, posing valorously, and keeping people entertained with booming-voiced movie quotes from old fantasy films. But, when the reflective foil knight went up to receive his Shoney's gift card, an inexplicable occurrence set the Halloween party into unbridled chaos.
"Hear ye, my brave fellows! I am proud to receive this bequeathment of... enchanted vittles, and I do vow to uphold--eeeEEAAAARGHHH!" Just as Jonas began to speak, a rapid gust of wend blew past, and his shining form was rapidly whisked off into the glowing, moonlit sky with a fading yell of primal fear. Nobody really knew how to react in the moment, several people still more distracted by the drinks or plates that had fallen on them from the sudden windblast. Others were screaming to call the authorities, but nobody even knew how to properly describe the seemingly tragic event.
For his part, Jonas was lost in all-consuming hysteria as he was flown across the cold night sky by a huge, unseen force that clutched him tight. His fear of heights was profoundly tested. He looked down fearfully at the glowing lights of Nashville, hundreds of feet below. The scared man could feel invisible, scaly limbs wrapping tightly about his body, the sound of giant, beating wings almost drowning out his hoarse yells. When a sharp claw slowly brushed across his chest and face, poor Jonas did not take it as a comforting gesture. Suddenly, the visual of the city below abruptly shifted to a fantastical new realm, filled with forests, towering steppes, and gushing waterfalls. The dramatic new visuals caused the overwhelmed man to simply faint away.
Jonas groggily came to, surrounded by inestimable extravagance. All around, gold and jewels glittered in heaps, while inlaid, encrusted tapestries wavered on the walls. However, his attention was soon drawn to the purple-scaled dragon watching him intently, her big, slit-pupil eyes focused in like a curious cat's. Upon noticing him wake, the scaly beast reared up high, flaring her wings out in draconic splendor. The creature's booming, hissing voice had a feminine lilt, as she roared, "You dare trespass on the gilded lair of the grand Falixia? Foolish knight of Man, defend yourself, or face the full brunt of my ferocity!" The dragon punctuated her threat with a gout of fiery breath, which left a smoldering scorch across the cavern's burnt roof. The scared man let loose an incomprehensible babble of pleading explanations, while the room filled with the scent of sulfur.
"Don't you dare pick up that enchanted sword and fight me, you wretched, pathetic, iron-clad worm!" For emphasis, the big dragoness pointed a clawed finger at a glowing sword conspicuously sitting at his feet, but Jonas just meekly scrambled backwards. The dragoness just watched as he clumsily tipped over a nearby solid-gold table, hiding behind the stylized rim while hyperventilating loudly. "I said, you'd better not pick up that sword and do glorious battle with me! You... You'd better try and defend yourself... from my wraith!"
The sinuous dragoness continued patiently waiting for the human to make the first move, but as time dragged on, Falixia realized he wasn't budging. "I can totally still see you behind that table... Come on out, and defend your honor! You don't want to fall victim to my sadistic devices!" Falixia padded up closer on her powerful limbs, taut tendons slithering under squamous hide. The drake realized she'd have to step in to hurry this all along, considering humanity just wasn't made of the same stuff as in the days of yore. "Where is your bravado now, gallant savior? Honor your knight's vows, and face me in-- Oh, dear... You've messed yourself."
The towering reptile's regal muzzle drooped with obvious disappointment as she peered over the overturned tabletop. Jonas was curled in a fetal pose, a growing dark spot on his foil-clad leggings revealing the extent of his fright. Falixia looked back and forth quickly, averting her gaze from the whimpering human, while scratching the back of her horned head. She was honestly feeling a little guilty at this point, realizing she'd pushed things a bit too far in her haste to rekindle some old, romantic memories. The passionate dragoness had probably been a bit... hasty, and altogether forward with this meek little human.
She lowered the timbre of her voice, and tried to soothe her despondent abductee, "Oh, come now. I'm just playing with you. I thought you were a real knight, and now we're both disappointed with this evening... here, let me get you cleaned up." Jonas tried to meekly scramble away as the huge, scaly claw slowly lowered toward his quavering figure, but he didn't have the heart to resist as he was picked up like a ragdoll. His hysterical burbles were punctuated by the occasional shriek, as Falixia deftly peeled off the scared man's soiled costume trousers, before systematically disrobing him entirely for good measure.
His panicked mind tried to piece together what was happening, but his senses were overwhelmed with mortal fright. The huge dragon fished out a silver carafe of water and poured it down his exposed crotch, holding him around his broad back in one large paw, her claws hooked under his armpits. Once he'd been doused in several splashes of cold water, the controlling dragoness deftly lowered him down onto a pile of golden coins, before slamming down beside him. Jonas let out a little squeak of fright as the huge, purple-scaled drake curled a weighty arm around his bared midsection, snuggling him close to her smooth chest. "You know, it's customary among dragonkind to devour a losing knight after-- Look, okay, I realize you aren't catching on with the roleplaying. I'm talking about a blowjob. I'm going to use my mouth on your penis, human. Now lay back."
Jonas wiggled about in shock, barely able to fathom his scaly kidnapper's intentions as her muzzle loomed over his head, her scaly lips puckering. He could only see her rows of sharp teeth as the draconic maw lowered. His scream was silenced by an all-encompassing, lubricious kiss from the dragoness, her forked tongue deftly flickering about his features in revelrous exploration. Falixia clutched him tight, ignoring his protests while she thoroughly coated his face and pate in a thick lather of dragon saliva. She gave off pleased little murmuring hisses, following his face deftly when his head tossed and turned, her serpentine neck craned over his smaller frame.
Soon, Falixia moved her scaly snout down his hairy chest, giving his nipples attentive whisks with her dexterous tongue. Jonas was level with her huge eyes, their violet irises smoldering with passionate intensity as she stared back. The soulfulness of her intelligent gaze calmed him slightly, though he wasn't prepared when her wet tongue began slipping down toward his already dampened groin. The huge, scaly beast's muzzle was so comparatively large, the would-be 'knight' was forced to spread his legs wide when Falixia intently nuzzled over his crotch. She gave him a piercing, naughty look as her long tongue coiled about his member, guiding it between her scaled dragon lips. She slowly stroked his foreskin back and forth with a tight pucker, while slobbering and teasing the bared tip with her reptilian tongue. Allowing the pleasure to overwhelm his anxiety, Jonas draped his forearms over Falixia's huge snout and held her tight. His scared eyes were locked in mesmerized fixation on the other-worldy creature's, noticing a mischievous glitter in the corners of her leering orbs.
The huge drake's attentive oral ministrations rapidly brought Jonas to climax. Maybe it was his adrenaline-filled heart, but he had sprouted a raging erection into his dragon partner's muzzle, though it barely went past her clinging lips. When he began spurting ejaculate, Falixia was quick to whisk every droplet of silvery sperm away with her flickering tongue, until she'd milked him dry. Jonas was utterly spent, and could only lay back on the shifting coins. The dragoness kept affixing him with her penetrating attention, a pleased grumble emanating from deep in her tapering neck. "Mmm, you taste nice human... I'm talking about your penis, not your flesh. I promise I'm not going to eat you, so please don't start weeping again. Try to be brave for me, hmmm?" The dragoness finished her little 'pep-talk' with another salacious, saliva-drenching make-out session.
After spending an unknown amount of time staring up into Falixia's flaring nostrils while she slathered his face in viscous dragon sputum, she eventually withdrew. Affixing him with a dangerously naughty look, she eventually murmured out in a deep resonance, "You ever hear the expression, 'the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must?' Well, you lost our little bout fair and square so... my turn." Jonas didn't even have time to yelp out a complaint before Falixia was slithering over him, her weight embedding him into the mound of golden riches at his back. His vision was lost in a shifting tide of purple scales, though the moist heat of the dragoness' vent was unmistakable. Soft, scale-lined nether-lips settled all around his grimacing face, as Jonas was wantonly humped by Falixia's sucking cloaca. Coins clinked about loudly, shifting down in a tidal wave of glittering riches as the huge dragoness slammed him deep into the pile with her lusty motions. The pinned human feared for his own safety at times, barely able to breath through her clinging channel, his neck and shoulders audibly popping from the weight pressing down upon him.
Eventually, Falixia heaved off her roughed-up, relatively tiny human partner. She scanned over his sodden visage with a smug expression on her curled lips, tenderly licking her own dripping fluids from his flushed cheeks. Her forceful pelvic pounding had buried poor Jonas into her mountain of gold coins, and she had to dig him out like a doll in a sandbox. The defeated man resignedly allowed the huge reptile to drape him over her warm chest, her claws curled over his bare chest protectively as she nuzzled and licked at his scalp.
The unlikely interspecies couple spent some time like this, Falixia clutching the human to her breast like he was a little plaything. Stroking his body softly with her clawed fingers, she eventually hissed out, "So, what do you want to do now? We could go flying. Or, I have a chess set lying around here... somewhere. It gets really boring here, sometimes." The dragoness gave the nude human an affectionate squeeze after she finished speaking.
Jonas just stared up at the scorch-marked ceiling, not even really knowing how to respond to her invitation. Just how long did this strange female dragon plan on keeping him here? What was to be his fate? All of these questions were swimming in his frazzled mind, until he eventually managed to respond, "