Ashley felt the air rushing by her as she watched the forest and the mountains rise and fall beneath her. The dragon’s grasp on her slim body was firm as iron, though gentle enough, and she had no worries about falling. And the view was breathtaking.
On her right the mountains rose from the foothills beneath them to high peaks in the clouds, far above. Silver streams fell down the mountain, collecting into rivers and winding through the forests. Some way behind her there was a dark city carved out of the forest. Further to her left was the end of land, the ocean a blue ribbon at the horizon. She thought she could see a white city at the edge of the ocean, but it was too far away to be sure.
Then the dragon began turned and began to fly downward, toward the side of a mountain. In a moment Ashley could see a clearing, where the trees and most of the undergrowth had been burned away, near a mountain stream. The dragon slowed his flight by flapping his huge wings, creating a tumult of wind about her. He set her gently down on the ground, then landed next to her.
Ashley looked up at him.
“Welcome to my home,” the dragon said politely. He looked at her with gleaming eyes, then glanced at the rocky wall of the mountain. Ashley saw a large cave there. The dragon purred, “Please go in.”
Ashley obediently walked ahead of the dragon, her stiletto heels clicking on the rocky ground. She could feel his yellow eyes on her and wondered what lay in store for her in this cavern. Was she going to be eaten? Or pleasure him? Or pleasure him then be eaten? The last seemed the most likely. There seemed little choice for her other than to pleasure the dragon as long as she could, and hope for a lucky break.
The cavern was dark after the bright light outside, but the dragon seemed to glow, and the dark passage was quickly lit by the warm red-gold light of his body and eyes. Ashley saw the cavern opening up in front of her, and realized that there were other lights in a massive chamber ahead. The lights flickered and moved about.
“What the?!” the dragon growled softly.
Ashley stepped into a huge chamber. The dragon moved quickly behind her, almost silent despite his massive size. She could feel his anger, and his glow intensified. In the suddenly brightening cavern she saw a dozen short, fat, bearded men, all in armor and heavily armed, all turning and looking at the dragon in surprise and alarm. They were standing on, or around, a hill of sparkling treasures, the dragon’s hoard.
“Oh shit,” one of them said.
The dragon rushed forward, having completely forgotten Ashley. He was going to protect his treasure from the men.
Ashley saw her chance and took it. She turned and ran back up the passage, heels clicking quickly on the ground. Behind her she heard a loud roaring, the swearing of many voices. She ran as fast as she could in her heels, not daring to take the time to remove them. The light of day was bright in front of her, the cavern mouth approaching.
Suddenly she was lifted up from behind, tossed into the air, and then she was caught over the powerful shoulder and arm of one of the men. She was in a fireman carry, looking backward, her legs held tight in the man’s grasp. Behind her she saw six or seven more of the men. And they were moving fast as lighting, including the man carrying her, speeding out of the cavern far faster than she’d been running. The chamber, deep in the mountain was glowing with red light, the dragon’s roars loud.
Then they were out of the cavern, passing through the clearing. A huge burst of flame shot from the cavern opening, making Ashley close her eyes to the heat. The clearing was behind them, the men making it to the forest. They followed a winding path down. Behind them, then above them, Ashley heard the dragon’s roaring, the sounds of his beating wings. But the path the men took stayed in the thick of the forest, finding the low places down the mountainside. There was no way the dragon could see them.
Dropping down the side of a steep hill, finding another mountain stream, the dwarves doubled back uphill. Ashley couldn’t see where they were going. The sounds of the dragon’s wrath was now further away.
“Where…” she began to ask.
The man trotting along behind her hissed sharply, “Quiet, elf.”
“Who…” she began to ask.
“Quiet!” the man hissed again. “Unless you’d prefer the dragon to have another shot at you.”
That didn’t sound too appealing. Ashley decided to stay quiet, allowing herself to be carried along like a sack of potatoes.
Suddenly the world darkened, and she realized the men had gone into the mountainside again, on a path alongside the stream. After a short jog through the dark, they came into a cavern lit by lanterns.
The man set her down, and she stood on her high heels, looking at her new companions. There were seven of them in all. In her heels, Ashley stood 5’9”. She was easily a foot taller than any of the men. They looked almost like old men, with bald heads and thick long beards and generous pot bellies under their armor. But their bare arms were powerfully muscled, and their breeches were tight on thickly muscular legs. All of them wore armor of metal rings and carried broad headed axes at their belts. Around their necks were several bejeweled necklaces, probably plunder from the dragon’s hoard.
“Well, that sucked,” said one of the men.
“I’ll say…how many did we lose?” said another.
“Stumpy, Limpy, Quicky, Tiny, and Flaccid,” said a third.
“At least we got some of the treasure,” said a fourth brightly.
“Shut up, Happy,” growled the one who’d been carrying Ashley.
“Well, I’d say we at least came away with the best booty in the hoard,” said a man, eyeing Ashley and grinning.
“Now that I’d agree with,” laughed a man.
“Excuse me,” asked Ashley, “but who are you guys?”
“Dwarves,” said a man. “My name’s Horny.”
“Seven dwarves?” asked Ashley.
“Yeah…just seven,” said a dwarf.
“And what are the rest of your names?” asked Ashley. “Sleepy…Grumpy?”
“What kind of names are those?” humphed a dwarf. “I’m Stiffy, you know Horny and Happy, and these are Rocky, Fatty, Biggy, and Loads.”
“No one’s Bashful, huh?” asked Ashley, half to herself.
“Not in this crowd, sugar,” laughed Biggy, the shortest of the dwarves.
“Definitely not with such a hot little elf slut in the house,” said Horny. Ashley turned to see him taking off his armor.
“Uh, boys, we just met…” Ashley said, suddenly feeling the need to put an arm across her large breasts and a hand over her bare shaven twat.
“And we’re about to get to know each other REAL well, Snow White,” said Happy, his armor now off, pulling his tunic up over his head.
“My name’s not Snow White,” said Ashley.
“Whatever,” said Fatty. He stepped out of his boots and pulled off his breaches. He stood up, his massive belly in front of him. Beneath it was a huge cock, particularly large given his short stature. It was erect, probably eight inches long, but as thick as Ashley’s forearm.
Ashley looked around. All of the dwarves were stripping off the last of their clothes. They looked ridiculous naked, with their bald heads and thick beards and fat bellies. But they all sported thick, hard cocks. Biggy in particular was aptly named, with a dick nearly a foot long and almost as thick as Fatty’s.
“And what are you boys planning on doing with those?” Ashley asked weakly.
The dwarves chuckled. Horny sighed, “Wow…all those rumors about elf men must be true…”
“Look, guys…” Ashley began.
“Listen, Snow White,” said Happy, grinning, “It’s real simple. We’re dwarves. We make deals…it’s what we do. And here’s the deal for you…either let the seven of us gangbang the shit out you, or we take you back to the dragon and see how much of his gold he’d be willing to trade us for you. It’s your choice.”
Ashley dropped her arms to her sides and shrugged, “Well, alright then. Let’s get fucking.”