Lucky Vasilisa

“The gold…!”

“It won’t melt from that.”

As he’d said, the coins glowed red-hot but didn’t melt. The flames merely incinerated the fluids and impurities, leaving a pungent, acrid vapor rising from the heated gold.

Remembering the bloodstained coins, Vasilisa swallowed hard.

With a scraping sound as his wings brushed against the cave walls, Koschei slowly moved his massive body. With each movement, Vasilisa’s bare legs, dangling from his arm, swung like a pendulum.

A single ray of light pierced the darkness of the cave.

Koschei lowered his hindquarters and gently placed Vasilisa in the beam of light. Looking up, she saw the sun, dazzlingly close, through an opening in the cave ceiling.

“This isn’t where I fell from.”

The hole the Count had pushed her through looked like a cave entrance, but it was a sheer drop. She had never heard of another entrance to the cave.

“It’s beneath the mountain peak. Too high for humans to reach.”

At Koschei’s explanation, Vasilisa looked around. In the sunlight, she could see the shape of the gold pile, hollowed out like a bird’s nest.

“Is this your nest, Koschei?”

Koschei nudged her shoulder, guiding her to sit down.

“Yes. Warm yourself in the sun. We have more mating to do.”

Vasilisa’s face paled at his words.

Her vagina still ached from being stretched to its limit, and the thought of doing it again made her heart sink.

“A… Again?”

“Again? You fainted, so I haven’t yet emptied the other one.”

Koschei’s brow arched as if questioning her obvious question. Vasilisa blushed, remembering the other organ that had rubbed against her belly until she climaxed.

“Wait, Koschei. My revenge… You promised to help me with my revenge.”

At Vasilisa’s desperate plea, Koschei slowly tilted his head. He crossed his scaled arms and replied curtly,

“I said I’d see what you could do. You didn’t think you could bargain with me, did you? A bargain requires an exchange of equal value.”

“What…?”

Her mind reeled. Come to think of it, Koschei hadn’t actually agreed to help her with her revenge.

“Your body was quite entertaining. But it’s not enough for me to grant your request. I still have many curiosities.”

Koschei’s finger tapped the faint scar on Vasilisa’s forehead.

Vasilisa stared at him, dumbfounded.

They said the world outside the village was full of swindlers. She never thought she’d be tricked by a dragon.

“That’s… That’s not what you said!”

Koschei’s eyes twitched at Vasilisa’s outburst. A slow smile spread across his lips.

“You seem to have regained your energy, so there’s no need to wait.”

Before she could react, his hands grasped her arms. Vasilisa struggled against his grip, but her resistance was futile.

“You liar…!”

At her reckless outburst, Koschei leaned closer, his massive body looming over her.

“Dragons do not lie. You made assumptions based on what I didn’t say.”

That couldn’t be true. Vasilisa retorted,

“Wasn’t it a lie to claim you were the dragon’s messenger?”

“I never claimed to be a messenger. I merely took a form familiar to humans, lest they be frightened by my true appearance. To accuse my consideration of being a lie… Humans are truly presumptuous.”

Speechless, Vasilisa recalled the village rumors. He simply appeared when the time came, demanding tribute for the use of the dragon’s land. He had never identified himself as anything.

But whether or not the dragon lied wasn’t the issue now.

“Look who’s talking! You’re the presumptuous one, Koschei!”

Koschei’s body, still holding her captive, slowly shifted back into human form. Despite the change, his weight pressing down on her remained the same.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if I had lied, what could you possibly do?”

Just because they could communicate didn’t mean he understood her. Whatever she said was like the buzzing of a fly to Koschei.

“Don’t you have any honor?! Shouldn’t you take responsibility for taking me so ruthlessly?!”

“Honor is for humans who wish to leave their names in the annals of time. Responsibility is for those who can’t bear the consequences. I need neither.”

Koschei’s large body cast a dark shadow over her. Vasilisa’s deep blue eyes trembled with fear. The oppressive weight and suffocating pressure bore down on her.

“Even if you hadn’t offered yourself, I could have taken you whenever I pleased.”

His chilling voice, sending shivers down her spine, allowed no room for argument or protest.

Human values and concepts meant nothing to him.

“You are mine, and I can do with you as I please.”

Koschei’s hands grasped her legs, spreading them open, and his tongue licked her still-moist pussy. Without asking for permission, his engorged member burrowed into her.

Vasilisa’s pleas echoed through the cave.

The echoes spread far and wide, but they reached no one. Every movement Koschei made caused the knights’ armor, kings’ crowns, and merchants’ rings, lining the nest’s walls, to clink and rattle.

“You’ve survived longer in my nest than any other.”

Those who had dared to enter the dragon’s lair, seeking glory by slaying him, had been reduced to ashes by his fiery breath. Those who had sought to profit from his scales had been buried alive in the mountain of gold with a single toss. He would wake from a long slumber to find the kingdom with a new king, the famed heroes long forgotten.

So what meaning could humans possibly hold for a dragon?

“I’ll remember you for a long time, Vasilisa. It’s an easy name to remember.”

Koschei licked Vasilisa’s sweat-soaked neck. She gasped and shuddered as he filled her.

The only thing that held his interest was the spirit and desires residing within her small body. Even peering into that mind was only possible if it amused him. No, his amusement wasn’t even the point.

Everything else was simply meaningless.

“I can feel your body adapting. It tightens and loosens like the first time, producing milk to accommodate my shape.”

The penis rooted within her released another stream of seed. The other penis, the one that had first tasted her, twitched and swelled on her seed-slicked belly.

“Strange. I thought I’d emptied it, but it’s swelling again. It throbs with the desire to enter you. I wonder how your body will change next.”

Dragons were born this way, so there was no reason for Vasilisa to be surprised. If she were to die here, the dragon would remain in his state of ignorance.

“Perhaps both can fit inside once the womb is emptied.”

Koschei asked with a curious expression. Vasilisa was too exhausted to reply. And even if she could, the dragon would only act according to his whims.

His fingers, tipped with scales, forced her opening wider. He inserted his other member, now transformed smaller, into the tight space. Only after it was buried deep inside her did it return to its original size.

“Vasilisa…”

Unable to withstand the strain, the flesh tore, absorbed his seed and healed. Pleased with the change, Koschei whispered sweetly.

Her belly, filled with both of the dragon’s penises, swelled taut.

It was the moment Vasilisa conceived the dragon’s curiosity.

* * *

“Hello there.”

She awoke to a strange voice. It was nighttime.

Koschei had been inside her for days, perhaps weeks. She hadn’t counted, but she had witnessed at least three sunrises and four sunsets.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, her body ached only slightly, with no major injuries. The memory of Koschei’s penises stretching her belly made her nauseous.

With a self-deprecating thought, she raised her head, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the massive form surrounding her.

The dragon, eyes closed in repose, had curled around her, enclosing her within his massive coils. His blue scales shimmered gold in the moonlight, and his long horns, extending from the back of his head, were as white as ivory.

His bat-like wings, folded at his shoulders, draped over her like a blanket. His white underbelly rose and fell rhythmically with his slow breaths.

After days of relentless coupling, her previous fear of him falling asleep seemed like a distant memory. She wished he would never wake.

“Come here.”

Startled by the voice, Vasilisa looked around. It wasn’t the dragon’s heavy, sweet voice. This voice was rough, aged, and strained.

Fearful of waking Koschei, Vasilisa remained frozen. She didn’t know how much more she could endure if he opened his eyes again.

“The dragon sleeps. He won’t awaken from a mere sound.”

The old man’s voice was low and steady, inspiring an unexpected trust despite its unfamiliarity.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind: could the Count and Countess, regretting their actions, have sent a knight to rescue her?

…

The cave walls were sheer cliffs. The opening above the nest was unreachable, and the entrance where she had been thrown in was a cliff face too steep for even a grown man to scale.

Could someone else have entered the cave, just like her? Vasilisa’s eyes darted around.

“Who… who’s there?”

“Come here. I’m at the dragon’s feet.”

If he was human, he should be afraid of the dragon, yet his voice held no tremor. Cautiously, Vasilisa slipped out from under Koschei’s wing and crossed over his tail.

With each clink of the coins beneath her bare feet, she glanced nervously at Koschei. As the old man had said, he remained motionless, his eyes closed.

Reaching the dragon’s feet, she saw several branching paths leading away from the nest. The voice echoed from the darkness.

“Come here. I’m on the right.”

Vasilisa followed the voice, turning right. She walked down the dark, narrow passage and reached the area where the throne stood.

It was the same spot where Koschei had first taken her.

“Come here. I’m buried in this pit.”

As if drawn by the voice, Vasilisa knelt before the throne. A faint warmth still lingered where the dragon had breathed fire.