The Battle of the Dragon Slayer

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For 18+ readers. Erotica. This is a sweet, romantic story of lesbian exploration...and dragon sex. 6,300 word short. F/F/dragon. Contains masturbation, defloration, reluctance, creature sex, and non-sexual violence.

Description:
The village of Breakwell Mountain has been plagued by a dragon for centuries. Every year a virgin must be sacrificed to save the village from certain doom. This year Adelie turns eighteen and she must draw lots with the other village girls, but Adelie has a secret. Deeply in love with the betrothed Bella, she knows there is no place for her in the small town. She has decided to sacrifice herself to assure Bella's safety, her final loving gesture to a girl who can never love her in return.

The day of the sacrifice a band of gypsies appear, claiming the ability to slay the dragon. Gypsy prostitute Rohesia is a new dragon slayer. She's been training since her youth to do what few can imagine--screwing a dragon into submission before stabbing it through the heart.

Armed with a sword, a knife, and a big jar of lube, Rohesia and Adelie take on the dragon together.

Excerpt:
The moon rose higher, lighting up the clearing. A figure approached Adelie. It was Rohesia, the gypsy girl. “What are you doing here?” Adelie asked. “I told you, this is my sacrifice.”

“You’re sacrificing yourself for a woman who doesn't love you.”

“I know.”

“Killing yourself isn't the smartest of options.”

“I can never be happy. I might as well make my life count for something. Now go away.”

“What if I told you that we can slay this dragon and live?”

“I wouldn't believe you. And it wouldn't change a thing. I know what I feel for Bella is unnatural, but slaying a dragon won’t make it go away.”

Rohesia grinned. “No, but you are not unnatural. You aren't the only woman who loves like a man.”

“What?” The dragon disappeared from her mind and Adelie looked at Rohesia with curiosity. “But you lay with men, don’t you? You’re a whore.”

“A whore who also fucks women and slays dragons. Do you want my help or not?”

Overhead a roar like the rushing ocean announced the dragon’s arrival—a dark splotch in the sky that circled and grew larger—a giant, fire-breathing creature larger than any horse or bull in the village. “We didn't come here by chance you know,” Rohesia said, shouting over the roar as the wind whipped at the wheat field behind her. “Granny heard your village had a dragon problem. She was a dragon slayer when she was young, you see, and so was my mother. Now it’s my turn to take up the sword. To save girls.”

“Girls like me?”

“I have a feeling you won’t need to be saved.”