You turn around slowly whoever is here it is possible that they have no idea that the princess is inside of you, you feel her inside still breathing but lying still probably recovering from her climax or just as scared as you are about being found out.



Looking at your intruder you see a large male golden dragon, an erect dragon cock (the first you have ever seen) dangling between his legs. "Forgive me for invading your territory my

You turn around slowly whoever is here it is possible that they have no idea that the princess is inside of you, you feel her inside still breathing but lying still probably recovering from her climax or just as scared as you are about being found out.



Looking at your intruder you see a large male golden dragon, an erect dragon cock (the first you have ever seen) dangling between his legs. "Forgive me for invading your territory my

Alisa comes over. "What is that foul smell?"She asks



"The knight was not so lucky." you inform her as you take the poleaxe and

brake

it, you don't want others to use it against you. Then you move what is left of the chain mail to the waste pile along with what was left from last

nights

In a fantasy land, there is a tradition to have the daughters of Kings and noblemen live in castles guarded by dragons. Anyone brave enough and skilled enough can earn the title of knight. Once they have this title they are deemed worthy of taking on the challenge of rescuing a "princess" from a dragon.



The dragons come in all shapes and sizes and have a wide range of abilities, intelligence and skill. They don't only guard pre

"Oh, Gorwen, well done.

I know that your urge to defend me is as strong as the knights urge to claim me or kill you or gain riches and glory. It must have taken great restraint on both sides to sit and play games. I see you have eaten as well." she exclaims, joy rings in her sweet voice. "Let me reward my loyal protector."



Alisa climbs up onto your body as and motions for you to roll

You had not feet this bad since you drank a whole barrel of wine meant to last Alisa a month. Your head pounded and you had no strength left, you felt like you had been hit in the head by a piece of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. You were in the courtyard lying on your treasure pile; the sun showed that it was the next morning.



"Avast, foul beast." An unfamiliar voice rings in your ears. Oh great, just what you needed