The dragon shifted her massive body, rolling onto her side relative to him, exposing her soft underbelly. The prince watched as she lifted one of her hind legs, her clawed toes flexing in the air, exposing what lay between them.
Nestled between her stout thighs were a pair of plump, pink lips, the rosy flesh contrasting sharply with the darker scales surrounding them; her slit like a flower bud opening up to greet the morning sun. Her vulva was already dripping with her wetness, the pungent aroma of dragon musk filling his nose. The dragon's tail swished back and forth, teasing him further before finally lifting upwards, giving away her intentions.
"W-What is the meaning of this, beast!?" he asked, bewildered by the sudden display of intimacy. "I've come here to slay you! Not... this!"
"Ahhh, my little prince," the dragon cooed, her voice like honey on porridge; sweet and inviting. "Why would you do such a thing? Why would you kill me when you can have me instead?"
Her words caused him to blush furiously, the heat rising from his face warming the cool night air.
She giggled at his reaction, the sound almost musical in nature.
"I need to prove myself to my father and my people; to show them that I am worthy of being their next king." He paused, taking a deep breath. "This is why I came here. To defeat you in combat and claim your head as proof of my victory."
"Oh, how noble of you," the dragon chuckled, her tone still amused. "You must be quite the man, then, to take on the mighty beast that is me."
The prince scowled; annoyed by her mocking tone. He wasn't about to let her get under his skin so easily. It was a part of his training, after all—to not allow himself to be provoked into anger. But despite his best efforts, the dragon had managed to rile him up like no other creature before her.
"Give up on your silly quest and submit yourself to me, my prince," the dragon said, her tone shifting to seductive; husky and low. "Become my champion and I will make you the most powerful king that has ever lived. Surely you have heard the tales of those who have been granted such gifts? How they became legends throughout the land? I know you have, my prince—you're too smart not to have done so. Now is your chance to become like them, to gain power beyond anything you could possibly imagine."
His heart leapt at her words; the idea of becoming a legend, of being remembered forever for his deeds, filled him with excitement. He indeed knew the stories well, though he never really took them seriously. They were just children's fables, nothing more than that—just fanciful stories made up by some old bard to entertain the masses. Still...
"It's really true?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him; unable to resist the temptation any longer. "Dragons can grant such gifts to their champions?"
"Of course, my prince," the dragon replied, her eyes narrowing with lustful intent. "That's why you came here, isn't it? You want to be like the legendary heroes of old—to have your name spoken with awe and reverence throughout the land. Isn't that right?"
He nodded; unable to deny her words.
The beast seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on him, her smile growing wider with every passing moment.
"Then there is only one way to achieve this, my prince," she said, her voice taking on a sensual edge again. "If you truly wish to be like those great heroes of the past—then you must prove your devotion to me. You must demonstrate your desire to serve me above all others."
With the tip of her tail, she pointed towards her glistening sex; the thick folds of flesh twitching slightly.
"Prove that you are willing to do whatever it takes to please me, my prince," she said, her tone now demanding. "And I will reward you with everything you could ever ask for. Everything."
The prince swallowed; his throat suddenly dry as he stared at her crotch. Despite it size her anatomy was not unfamiliar. There were the same delicate folds of flesh he'd seen countless times before, the same puffy outer lips, the same moist inner lips that looked like they were begging to be touched.
Lured by her promise, he reached out