Pervikar

by John Evans

  Karlto swung his flail again, but never completed his strike as a dragon claw hit him, knocking him backwards into a heap. Per rushed forward, barely dodging another claw. He swung his halberd upwards, cleaving the axe blade through the dragon’s white breast scales. Hot blood gushed out of the vicious cut. The dragon, seriously wounded, tried to retreat, but Per kept pressing forward.

  Suddenly, five purplish flashes leapt through the air, striking the dragon. Each one tore through the dragon’s scales, causing it to howl in anguish. Per grabbed at the chance and thrust his halberd’s spear point deep into the dragon’s chest. The dragon’s blood gushed forth and it thrashed about in its death throes.

  Per pulled his injured friends away from the dying creature. Alana, covered in silvery dragon jism, was unconscious, as was the half-frozen Jagar. Karlto was wheezing from the blow to his chest. Octavia, her pussy and legs coated in dragon cum, was in a daze as if she had just been suddenly awakened from a deep sleep. Per grimaced as realized he had a ten-inch gash on his own arm. Ignoring his pain, Per went over to the opening to check on Pawl.

  Pawl was standing stiffly at the opening. His hair was coated in ice and his eyebrows were white. Shaking and with his teeth chattering, Pawl climbed down to the cavern floor. “Is it dead?” he asked Per.

  “I hope so,” said Per. “How are you?”

  “Let’s take a look at your arm,” said Pawl. Per winced as he wrapped a bandage around the wound. “Even with the dragon dead, it’s too cold down here in this cave. We need to get everyone out of here and to a camp.”

  “I agree,” said Per. “I can carry Jagar, if you carry Alana. Karlto, can you help Octavia or do you need help?”

  “M... m... my... m... mind is f... fuzzy, but the two of us can m... m... make it,” stammered Octavia. Then she looked down. “I need s... some clothes!”

  Per went over to where Jagar was laying. The man did not look good. His face was ashen and waxy, and his entire body was shaking.

  "Is… is… it dead?" stammered Jagar, shivering.

  "Yes," replied Per. "It won't terrorize anything anymore." Per became more concerned as Jagar's shivering increased. "Karlto!"

  "My mission… is… is done," gasped Jagar.

  Per's eyes widened as a long breath hissed out of Jagar. Per sighed in resignation as Jagar's unseeing eyes stared up at the carvern roof. Karlto hurried over, but then stopped and placed a hand lightly on Per's shoulder. Per looked up at him, but Karlto just shook his head in sadness.

  "Let's get out of here," said Per as he helped Octavia and Karlto out of the cave.

  Pawl tossed Octavia a couple of blankets from their packs and they struggled back to the campsite. Per and Pawl set up the tents and started a fire, which Octavia immediately huddled around. After putting Alana to bed, they started to make dinner whilst Karlto went around to check on everyone's wounds.

  “I don’t know what is wrong with Alana," commented Karlto. "I used a little of the healing power on her, but all she does is moan and writhe.”

  “Oh, Gods,” moaned Octavia who had been listening in.

  “What is it, Octavia?” asked Per.

  “I know what is wrong with Alana,” she said, sitting down on a stump. “The night we set up camp by the clearing, I remember being uncontrollably drawn into the forest. I know Alana was walking beside me. We came upon the dragon and I was... I guess I was smitten by its size and beauty. It told us to get on its back and it seemed perfectly normal to do that. The dragon told us that you, our friends had betrayed us and he was going to attack the camp to protect us. I don’t know what came over us or why we trusted it.”

  “You were under a spell,” said Pawl, dishing out hot soup. “Or maybe several spells. It probably charmed you into believe it was friendly.”

  “Anyway, it flew us to its den. We took off our clothes because it told us to, but we weren’t cold. The dragon talked to us all night. Alana and I did all sorts of menial jobs that it asked us to do. I was dead tired, but kept working because he asked us to. In the morning, the dragon told us that he had spotted another enemy coming to attack us. It told me to go and distract the man, while he attacked the man from behind. I think it was the other man, Jagar.”

  “It was,” said Per. He then added as her face tightened in remembrance of what she had done, “It was not your fault. The dragon used magic on you.”

  “I know. Afterwards, the dragon took me back to the cave where he had left Alana. In celebration of his victory, the dragon... um...uh, you know. Damn, I might as well just say it! We jacked the dragon off and drank his sperm. The next thing I know, I’m hotter than a pepper. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for sex. You saw the climax of that. Alana swallowed a lot more because I was riding its cock. In awhile, she’ll be insatiable.”

  “We have to keep a close eye on her, chaps,” said Karlto. “It doesn't appear that magic is going to help her. I'm just sorry we couldn't save Jagar.”

  “How was he when you found him?” asked Octavia.

  “Hurt,” replied Per. “But willing to come with us to defeat the dragon…and absolutely fascinated by your jugs, as he called them.”

  “As he should be,” said Octavia, with an air of affected superiority. “They’re my best feature.”

  “At least the largest,” muttered Karlto. “Apart from her hips.” Per and Pawl laughed as Octavia pinned Karlto with a death stare.

  “I need to go back to the cave to get my halberd. We also need to bury Jagar,” said Per.

  “Will you two be alright here?” asked Pawl to Karlto and Octavia. “I want to go with Per to help. We also need to think about what else is in the cave. The thing the dragon told us about.”

  “What’s that?” asked Octavia.

  “Treasure!” exclaimed Pawl.

  Per, Karlto, and Octavia sat stunned for a moment, their minds filled with the legend about dragon hoards. Mountains of gold, thousands of gems and piles of silver swam like visions through their minds. Octavia shook her head to clear it of the gold fever.

  “Take Karlto and the mules,” she said to the others. “The dragon’s treasure might be nothing or it might be huge. You two may need the extra hand.”

  “Octavia dearest, I couldn’t lift so much as a brass ring now,” said Karlto. “If you are up to it, why don’t you trek off with Per and Pawl. I’ll stay here to defend the others.”

  “If you are so hurt, maybe it would be best to leave someone else here for protection,” said Per.

  “Nonsense, old boy,” argued Karlto. “The dragon was the big, bad bully of the neighborhood. He has driven off anyone else.”

  “Maybe,” said Per, unconvinced.

  “Get going. I’ll be fine,” said Karlto.

  Octavia went back to her tent and changed into her armor then they took two mules and headed back to the cave. Pawl’s light spell was still in effect, illuminating the corpse of the white dragon and a little over a half of the cavern. Octavia shuddered at the sight of the carcass as Per dropped down to the cavern floor and recovered his halberd. He then went over to where Jagar's body was laying.

  "He came here to protect his people," said Per. "Maybe we should leave him here with his goal."

  Pawl and Octavia climbed down after him and helped Per covered Jagar with rocks to make a cairn. After they finished, they started to explore the rest of the chamber. They soon found another tunnel in a darkened area at the back of the cavern. With torches held high and weapons at hand, they advanced down the tunnel for forty feet before opening up into another chamber.

  “Pawl, light,” whispered Per.

  Pawl muttered an incantation and illuminated the chamber. The light was not as bright as the spell he had cast in the cavern, but it was adequate. The chamber was a thirty by forty-foot oval dome and Per stiffened in alarm when he saw two eight-foot tall white figures standing off to one side. He relaxed when he saw that the figures were just rough-cut statues.

  Opposite the statues was a very large
wooden chest, which Per looked over closely. The hasp was not locked and he could see scratches in the lid from the dragon’s talons. Octavia moved off to one side and Pawl inched back by the statues as Per eased his halberd under the lid. With a flex of his shoulders, Per threw the lid back with a crash just as Pawl cried out in pain.

  Per spun around expecting an attack, but was confused when all he saw was Pawl leaning to one side clutching his arm. With a quick glance at the chest to make sure it was relatively safe, Per and Octavia moved over to Pawl.

  “Watch out for the statues,” warned Pawl. “I touched one and my arm went numb with cold.”

  Octavia gently pulled up Pawl’s sleeve and winced at the long cold burn he had received. Per lifted his hand to within several inches of the right statue and felt the intense cold emanating off it. He then noticed that the white on the statues was not paint, stone or marble, but frost.

  “Are you okay, Pawl?” he asked, stepping back from the statues.

  “Yes, I’m getting some feeling back in my arm,” griped Pawl, shaking his hand. “The burn is starting to hurt, but I’ve had worse.”

  “Let’s see what is in the chest and get out of here,” said Per.

  Inside was a shield of burnished steel that gleamed brilliantly under Pawl’s light spell. It seemed heavy enough to ward off any blow, but when Per lifted it, it was light as a feather. Under the shield were three scroll cases, which Pawl placed in his backpack. Per and Octavia pulled the last item out of the chest, a large bundle of tied-up canvas containing something hard that clinked as they pulled it out. Peeling back the canvas revealed an exceptional suit of platemail.

  “Nothing else?” asked Pawl, puzzled. “The stories I’ve heard always mentioned gold, silver, gems and jewelry in a dragon’s hoard.”

  “Nothing else is here or in the large cavern,” said Octavia. “Nothing, but these two large statues.”

  “Any place we could have missed?” asked Per.

  “Not unless it’s down the other tunnel,” said Pawl. “Though I don’t think he would have kept his treasure too far away.”

  “Let’s get this up to where the tunnels divide and then take a look down the other tunnel,” said Per.

  The three of them carted what they had found up to the mules and started down the other tunnel. Per stopped after going one hundred feet. The tunnel narrowed down until it was only five feet high and four feet wide. The dragon could have never traveled any farther down that way.

  Walking back to the mules, Per had a nagging sense of having overlooked something. He went back over the caverns in his mind. Since the caves and tunnels were made of solid rock, there was really no place for the dragon to hide treasure. Per shivered as he remembered the fight with the dragon and suddenly, it all clicked together.

  “I know where it is!” he yelled at the others, sending his voice reverberating through the tunnels. “Come on!”

  Grabbing up backpacks and sacks, Per led Pawl and Octavia down the tunnel to the large cavern. He did not even glance at the dead dragon as he ran into the cave in the back. Octavia and Pawl followed him. Per took a torch and held it against the statue. The torch immediately sputtered out.

  “Here, let me,” said Pawl, who put his hands together and then fanned out his fingers.

  Flames flew forth from his fingertips to strike against one of the statues. Steam hissed from the contact and Pawl’s flames dimmed as the cold and the heat battled each other. He gathered up his strength and intensified the flames. Per and Octavia gazed in wonder as the white frost melted off the statue, revealing gold and silver coins with gems mixed in, all of which had been frozen together into the large statue. The statue seemed to shift and the entire mass cascaded to the floor. The flames winked out form Pawl’s fingertips.

  “Whew! Let me rest for a bit before I tackle the other one,” gasped Pawl as he sat down on the chest. “I don’t know what froze it all together, but...”

  “It was the dragon’s breath,” Per interrupted. “He froze it all together, making it incredibly cold and almost impossible to steal.”

  “How much do you think is here?” laughed Octavia, shoveling handfuls of coins and gems into a sack.

  “Thousands,” said Per, with a wide grim before digging in himself.

  It took them almost two hours to thaw the other statue, fill the sacks, and load up the mules. Grinning from their good fortune, they made their way out of the cave and headed back to camp. As they approached the camp, a startling sight greeted them.

  Karlto was lying flat on his back in the middle of the camp. That was not as startling as the fact that he was nude and Alana was frantically banging her pretty little round ass on his hips. Karlto just laid there, unmoving, as Alana fucked herself silly on his hard cock.

  Per, Octavia,and Pawl just stood there in stunned silence. It seemed like forever before it finally registered to Karlto that they were standing there. His head turned towards them and they could see the dark circles of exhaustion under his eyes. “Thank Gods!” He gasped, weakly. “Help!”

  Alana banged her hips down on Karlto, driving his cock all the way into her pussy. She looked over at Per and the other two with lust-filled eyes and her gaze locked onto Pawl. With a gasp of delight, Alana leaped off of Karlto, whose cock slurped wetly out of her cunt before smacking onto his stomach.

  Pawl did not stand much of a chance. Alana’s body hit him square on the chest and with the backpack of coins he was carrying, he bowled right over. Alana yanked down his pants and got a lip-lock around his cock before he knew what had hit him.

  “Alana! Stop!” he yelled, trying to free his arms from the tangled straps of the backpack.

  She ignored him and began sucking his flaccid member. Her hand wrapped around the base of his prick to stroke it, while her other hand caressed his balls. Despite his protests, Pawl’s cock hardened quickly. Alana leaned back with a wicked little smile to marvel at her spit-covered masterpiece, but only for a second before she moved forward to hunch over it and then drive it deep into her hot, tight cunt.

  She began to fuck herself on Pawl’s cock with the same wild abandon that she had been doing with Karlto. Octavia nudged Per and they sidestepped around the moaning and groaning couple. They tied up the mules to a tree, dropped their backpacks and rushed over to Karlto, who was now doubled up on the ground.

  “Karlto, what happened?” asked Per.

  “Augh! I’m going to die!” groaned Karlto in pain, grabbing his genitals.

  “Per, hold him,” commanded Octavia and Per had just enough time to grab Karlto’s arms before she poured a canteen of water down between Karlto’s legs.

  “Gods! That’s freezing!” shouted Karlto as his dick shrunk to the size of an acorn.

  “Feeling better?” asked Octavia sweetly. “Now answer Per’s question.”

  “It was just after you chaps left,” stated Karlto, shaking from the cold. “Alana had slipped out of her tent and was lying in wait for me. The next thing I know she tackled me and pulled my pants down. I remembered what Octavia said about her being insatiable. I gave her the best I had – time after time after time. Finally, all I could do was to lay there, trying to keep my vigor and fortitude, um, up as Alana banged away on my poor sore pole. I was at the end of my rope when you chaps showed up, thank the Gods.”

  “Would it be better to tie her up until this wears off?” Per asked, looking over at Alana and Pawl. Pawl had rolled them over and was heartily thrusting his cock into her pussy as she squealed in delight.

  “That may not be a good idea,” said Octavia. “She needs sexual release, not confinement. I know from experience.”

  Per helped Karlto back to his tent as Pawl continued to fuck Alana. He was on top of her, then she was on top of him. Pawl banged her sideways, then doggie-style. He had cum twice and his sperm mixed with Karlto’s to ooze down Alana’s legs. With a shudder, he climaxed a third time, spurting more jizz into Alana’s diminutive body before collapsing off to one side.


  Alana groaned in disappointment as his cock slipped out of her hot eager pussy. Even though her lust-filled eyes told her that Pawl was out of it, she still bent down to suck on his limp prick, trying to revive it. Per took the opportunity to quietly move around behind Alana. The last thing he needed was for her to fixate on him. Even the small chance that she could set off his lust craze would be too big a chance given his twelve-inch long cock and her three-foot-three body.

  Alana spat out Pawl’s flaccid cock with disgust. Her eyes automatically went to the tents and focused on the one that belonged to both Jagar and Karlto. She rose to her feet and started in that direction. Per rushed in from behind Alana and snatched her around the waist, swinging her off the ground. He ran several yards and then threw her over the back of his horse with her legs on one side and her arms on the other. Octavia held onto the reins as Per held Alana down.

  “Let me go or fuck me, you big lummox!” Alana snarled and pleaded at the same time, trying to get free. “I need it! Please! You don’t know!”

  “Yes, I do,” said Per, before shoving one large finger all the way into her dripping pussy.

  Alana gasped and moaned at the sudden penetration. She tried to get off the horse, but Per’s hand on her back kept her in her exposed position. His finger slid easily in and out of her hot cunt. So easily in fact, that Per added a second finger.

  “More!” panted Alana, desperately trying to hump her ass back against Per’s fingers. “More! More!”

  Per shoved a third finger in which brought a scream of pleasure from Alana. Her pussy was stretched wide and tight as Per’s three fingers thrust in and out. All the accumulated fluids in her pussy squished and dripped out as his fingers filled her completely.

  “Harder! Faster!” gasped Alana, pulling her legs apart to allow him full access.

  His fingers plowed faster and deeper into her tightly stretched cunt. Her entire body shook with each thrust, her ass and breasts rippling from the impact. Octavia watched open-mouthed at the spectacle, both shocked and aroused at the same time.