I have found myself riding a red dragon with a grayish white mane. The dragon, which had a humanoid shape, was house-sized and muscur. I can hardly breathe, but I force myself to. My chest feels heavy as I cough up the phlegm that was built up for who knows how long. I was always weak, so it was nothing more than a miracle that I have sted this long. My long sun-orange hair whirls in front of my long face. I was blinded by my sun-kissed curls with only dashes of the blue sky popping in and out. I am disgusted by how long it took me to realize I was tied to the dragon's back. My slip dress, a milky off-white flowing with the dragon. The white mane of the beast was softer than the finest of wools that had ever been bred into existence. If the rope were not tight, I would easily sleep, but I refuse to let such a thing happen, especially with such wicked beast. My coughing continues as the rope refuses to let me be free to breathe. The brown rope made from fx was tied in a way to exaggerate my breasts. Who did this to me was unknown, but I will make them pay.

  "We will be arriving at the healers soon enough," The dragon's voice, stoic and clear, a match for his body.

  I can only think red, "PUT ME DOWN, DEMON!!!"

  "I am flying the fastest I can, we are almost there."

  I suddenly feel a breeze opposed to the dragon. A knight in bck armor appeared in front of me. The armor has a gss-like gre over shading his bonily wings, bigger than the dragons. He was roughly 6 feet 8, making him an arming sight to see on a normal day, but he was what I needed. The fae Knight draws out his long sword and sshes the ropes. It not only cut the ropes but also my dress. The neckline was cut so low that my dress no longer supported my curves. I never noticed that my assets were bigger than what I had remembered. I also realize that the fae knight feels familiar.

  My arms covered my chest as I screamed:

  "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"

  "Making you scream out my name, Marcel!"

  The knight sat on the foul beast, making him cry out,

  "You two are too heavy, I'M GOING TO CRASH!!!"

  I feel like I have accepted the knight's demands, but I was drawing bnks on whether it is my actual name. I stopped covering myself, and we all plunged into the ground. To assert dominance and to impress me, he has stopped the fall using his wing, proving that he is stronger than the dragon.

  "I'll make you forget your name and scream for me to stop."

  "I'll always hate you ever since I first met you," I say as I pull him closer to me.

  Such a world is contradictory, but it seems to please the sadistic fae. Something was wrong. I feel Marcel seems more than eager to be on the receiving end of God's know what, but there is a disconnect between me and her. Like I am part of the audience in a movie or show, an omnipresent observer, or more accurately, a roller coaster rider. All I can do is stare at the events that were currently unfolding as the knight removes this croth pte. It revealed a sword down there, roughly 17 inches in length, and it was as wide as my legs. I was surprised he was still not aroused by threatening me.

  .

  "Still not big enough for you, sl*t!"

  "As if!"

  It had already touched me despite being limp, but it had ballooned to 21 inches, almost reaching my face. I was about to do what most men would fantasize about when presenting it to a madan in such proximity, but he had pulled it away from me, then patted me on my chin.

  "How am I going to make you wish you had never encountered me. Petals are delicate; when they are picked slowly, they will rip and become ruined, not only for any other after this but also for the one doing the picking."

  He rammed into me in rapid succession, ignoring the possibility of ripping me from the inside. I know it, he was trying to pluck every petal so he could cim me and move on to the next flower who will have a fate no different from mine. With every movement, I feel like the universe has come to an end, with death being the best outcome for me, but he was left unfazed by the intensity and the weight of the dragon. I was coughing up more phlegm, yet he continued and became more vicious. I was already seeded, but the Idea that I shall have his spawn made my mind fill with fury.

  "AAAA, You will never please me in such a manner, you selfish bastard. Shall your blood end with you, AAAAAA"

  "Say my name, SAY MY NAME"

  "Staphyl!!! You have filled me, have you!" I started to tear up.

  "THAT'S ENOUGH," The dragon with the white mane had spoken up.

  "YOU ARE HERTING HER, and she requires medical care. You dare to taint my skin with your boastful dance that haunts your beloved, then I shall boast to my kin that I have killed a fae by the likes of you! My beloved maiden, may you hold my hair and my self tight."

  I have complied with the beast's demands, and he has turned upside down. Staphyl has gotten off the ride and challenged him. The dragon has been getting higher and using his cws to ssh. Staphyl has survived the typical fatal attack, but his armor was ruined. Then, the dragon has created an aerosol, which will be toxic to him.

  "Do you want me to be your damsel, foul beast?"

  "I am not seeking companionship. only justice."

  Staphyl managed to hit the beast with his sword, but it was too te. His armor has begun to tarnish, and white fibers have grown on him. He fell to the ground, and we followed him. I started to cry and repeatedly said Staphyl's name. I y on his chest, hoping I could find a pulse. Then I looked at the demon that killed the fae knight.

  "YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED HIM. YOU KILLED HIM."

  "But he was hurting you on top of my back. In every breath you're loading him, wishing you had never seen him before. I am not you, so I can only use myself as a tempte, but would you want a mate who insults you for doing something he begs you to do? I shall cim my trophy, so if you truly love him, you must look away."

  I hold on to his chest, looking away as he eats Staphyl. No part was wasted, even with what was once inside me not too long ago. I kissed his chest, but he was determined to guide me to the healer. I traveled down his body.

  "Was he the man who you wanted to have his spawn?"

  'Please recim me"

  "You have movies on quickly."

  "Make me forget what has happened to me not too long ago."

  "I will please you, my dy."

  I have expected him to mount me, but he has moved down my body. I stared at the sky, enjoying this change. I felt warm as my chest felt free.

  "What is your name"?

  "Call me peni"

  My eyes closed as I saw bck, then my eyes reopened.

  What was that? I am not a girl, and I most certainly do not have breasts. I don't remember doing anything to make the dream happen, or anything for that matter. What time is it anyway? Where am I? Where's everyone?