Place For It Ep 13

Episode XIII

Out of the dark, the voice sounded through the speakers, "Ladies and Gentlemen, 'Offered to the Dragon.'"

The crowd erupted into wild cheers, then began to hush each other and quiet in anticipation.

As the crowd quieted, bells, gongs, samisen and flutes sounded in the ancient music of Japan. Doralea, adrift in a wonderful pulsing world, turned a languid eye to the performance about to begin.

The screen fills with a blue - a strong, brilliant sky-blue. A flying, tilting pan shows, in the distance, hills, limned in the design of classic Japanese tattoo. The movement continues, to display a vast vista of fields, sere and brown, villages falling to ruin, all in the colors and style of the tattoo.

NARRATOR

"It was in a time when such things were done. When the crops had dried and the rains had failed. The elders had gathered and they had remembered the tales of the elders of their childhoods. And so as it was ordered, so it was done."

SOUND

Chains clinking on stone, and on chain. A dry slithering of scales on rock. A wet slurping. Flesh slapping flesh, and flesh slapping stone. A deep rumbling growl. A faint keening whimper. All mingled and conjoined.

The camera movement continues, to reveal, close-up, a ring set fast in stone. A chain fastened to the ring. Following along the chain, we see a pointed tail, slithering along the chain. A golden, scaly tail, moving along the chain.

NARRATOR

"And she was chosen, and she was bound to the mountain as an offering to the Bamboo Dragon."

A shapely foot, the black iron circling the ankle. A small breast, a bony golden hand, talons long and brown, grasping firmly the soft, yielding flesh. A huge forked tongue, ribbed and veined, snakes from the dragons golden maw. For a moment it flicks around the terrified face of a beautiful Japanese maiden. Each fork wriggles over her jaw and, braces her throat. Each tip sinuates around, then into an ear. Her hand clutches the air, the iron circlet holding her wrist, the chain undulating with her struggles.

NARRATOR

"The Dragon came down and with his vast power, examined The Maiden on whom the province had placed their hopes."

A golden, clawed foot pins one of her hips to the grey stone, long talons pressing into her tender abdomen. The long spine is essed beneath the cold golden scales. The tongue forks flutter over her lips and nose, exploring. One enters her nose, distending the nostril. She attempts, writhing and ineffectual, to evade the intrusion. The invading tongue withdraws, only to play again over her lips, insinuating between them, stretching the thin flesh, forcing her jaw wide.

The brown, veined and rippling flesh of the tongue drives into her mouth, slowly forcing itself past her gagging epiglottis and into her throat. Her head is thrown back as the thick shaft enters her more deeply. Her eyes roll back to the whites, her surrender to the assault complete.

NARRATOR

"The elders, as they watch from afar, remember the ancient tales. They remember the joyous marvels if the offering is accepted, and they remember the terrifying consequences if she is declined."

Her hips are lifted from the stone, foot-claws digging deeply into her soft buttocks. Her glutes are spasming rhythmically, her legs held wide by the thick golden-scaled tail. Her anus begins to bulge outward grotesquely. Suddenly, the brown, forked tongue explodes from her anus and waves about, testing and tasting. It strokes along the golden scales, tendrilling the two huge testes, nearly the size of the young girl's head. The twin forks tenderly stroke a bright red, sharply pointed penis sheathed in a thick scaly tube.

NARRATOR

"The elders hold their breath as the mighty Bamboo Dragon tests the maiden they have offered. The ancients left no indication that helps them to divine the progress of the testing; they can only hope that the maiden they have chosen is good and that the Dragon will be well pleased."

Protruding thickly from her grossly distended asshole, the tongue finds her vaginal slit, and the two thin forks wave over it, the tips tickling her tender lips. Each tip dips in and out of her slit, then they withdraw, nearly retreating into her ass-hole, then crawl together between her cunt-lips, spreading them wide.

One of the huge balls is lowered to rest between her loose lips and the massive golden body presses down, grinding the ball against her outer lips. The tongue, withdrawing from her mouth, takes a long time, even though it moves very quickly. Her head is completely lost as it wobbles, controlled by the rapid withdrawal.

The huge golden body arcs back, rising off the pinioned beauty. She is chained to the rock so that her legs are wide-spread, and she is arched to lift her cunt for easy access.

NARRATOR

"Finding the offering acceptable, he sets about planting his seed."

The golden dragon now lays his dick, red and chisel-pointed like a dog's, on the rock between her legs. With slow gyrations, he presses the narrow point against her cunt. With two long thumb talons he spreads her pussy lips and presses the sharp dick between them. With slow, but steady, pressure, he drives deeply into her, until the scaly golden sheath presses against her fleshy mound.

He curls over her, his hands pinning her ribs to the rock, the talons of his thumbs threatening to pierce the under-slope of her small breasts, those of his forefingers poking sharply into her nipples. His driving has lifted her hips off the stone, her ass is pressed hard and spread wide against his thick tail. He curls his tail under her to pillow her ass and to lift her to a deeper penetration.

She has begun to churn her pelvis against him, ecstatically seeking the rapture she cannot escape. He lowers his massive head and the wet and shiny fangs straddle one of her soft breasts. His tongue flicks the nipple lightly, then pinches it and pulls it tightly between the hard fangs.

She arches suddenly, screaming and grinding as she comes. Her long fingernails cut into her palms, drawing blood.

He curls tightly, pressing deeply into her cunt as he, too, comes, roaring is ecstasy to echo off the hills.

He withdraws, his thick, dun come flowing from her as he does. Thick ropes of the sticky fluid drape between his giant red cock and her rawly ravaged cunt.

As the golden dragon prepares to fly away, his bouncing dick smears the yellow-brown jizz over her thighs and belly.

She is left still screaming, writhing on the now slickly wet rock, as the dragon flies away, the setting sun reflecting from his golden scales.

NARRATOR

[as her screams fade to persistent whimpers]

"The seed was planted and began to grow rapidly in the young girl. The elders sent a delegation of virgins to free her from her chains, bring her to the ruins of the ancient barrow and rebuild it with her inside."

Twelve young girls, costumed in elaborate and expensive displays of their virgin charms, cut the chains, lift her to their shoulders and carry her down the mountain. They step into a circle of stones and lay her on a large, flat, bed-sized stone in the center. They set stone on stone and build a bee-hive over her, an opening at eye level and one at the top. Three of the girls are walled in with her.

NARRATOR

[her whimpering continues, echoing]

"They fed her and gave her water, through an opening they had left. Three attendants were with her, to bathe her, to massage her, to attend to her needs."

The three attend her as she lies on the table, her belly growing large.

One washes her face, neck and breasts with water from a bowl.

One massages her legs and smooths oil over her belly.

One feeds her, allowing her to suck honey from her finger tips.

NARRATOR

[her whimpers are beginning to build]

"As her time approached, the elders gathered around the hive, attempting to divine the success of the offering."

She begins to scream loudly, she is helped to squat on the flat stone. Her belly is monstrously huge. The attendants support her weight, wipe her sweat from her brow and her breasts, murmur quiet encouragement.

NARRATOR

"The time has passed and the partum is upon her."

As she screams in pain, she forces a huge, leathery egg out of her frighteningly dilated vagina. It lies on the table between her legs, the wriggling of the body inside visible in the ripples and bulges of the tough, flexible shell.

She collapses onto the egg and then begins to lick the surface clean, joined and assisted by her attendants.

Licks turn to bites, gnawing at the leather, stretching and twisting it until finally it breaks, thick fluid washing down over the attendants kneeling around it, soaking their faces, their clothing and their hair.

A small, jade-colored dragon crawls onto the maiden's thigh, over her cunt, up her belly and begins to suckle at her milk-swollen breast.

NARRATOR

"The offering was crowned with success. Across the province, all rejoiced with music, dancing and parades. The maiden and the newly Birthed Dragon were paraded and feted and the young one grew quickly, suckling on the maiden."

The Birthed Dragon is growing fast, already curling up to fill the lap of the maiden, as it sucks at her breast. They are paraded through the town, surrounded by leaping, dancing, singing, musicians and cheering throngs.

NARRATOR

"As the celebration moved through the province, the elders had already begun the next stage prescribed by the ancients of their childhoods."

Several pairs of young men, strong and handsome, wrestle naked under the watchful eyes of the elders. Ladies of the court are brought in to examine the few who have passed the winnowing. They stroke the smooth flesh, heft the newly-haired balls, kiss the lips, stroke the stiffly erect penises.

NARRATOR

"After the initial testing, The Great Woman of the province makes the final test. Each candidate is brought to her for a private interview."

One of the young men steps through a sliding door, guided by hands from behind. Those with the hands slide the door shut behind him. He stands, abashed, before The Great Woman, older than his mother. Her hair is looped into a knot and held fast by long ebony pins inlaid with ivory. She beckons him to her, to sit beside her on the mat. A low table holds fruit, tea, sake and a game board.

The Great Woman offers the youth a fruit, the skin slit to allow the juices to flow freely as he slowly devours the pulpy globe.

She reaches into the top of her robe and lifts one of her breasts out to his view.

She lifts a small handful of berries to her moist, fleshy lips and nibbles each one.

She allows the juice to drip from between her lips onto her exposed breast, then offers the sweetly sheened flesh to him. He licks slowly, cleaning her completely.

She smears the pulp still in her hand, pressing it into her yielding mound, circling the berry-colored nipple, and lifts her breast, offering it to him again.

He leans in and greedily laps the juicy berry pulp sucking her softness into his mouth.

She presses her hand against the back of his head holding him to her. She lies back, crossed legs pinned beneath him. Slowly, she guides him by his hair, down past her ribs to her belly.

Her obi barricades his progress and she presses him into her softness there. She rolls over, straddling his chest, pinning his elbows with her knees. She reaches for the sake and slowly pours a narrow stream from high above his mouth.

He captures the thin cascade, swallowing quickly. As the bottle empties, she lowers it, until it touches his lips.

She bends over him and slowly inserts the neck of the bottle, forcing it between his lips. She removes it and replaces the bottle with her tongue.

She has slid her hips down from his chest, her robes bunching at her waist, exposing her thighs, ass and cunt.

As she deeply tongues his mouth, she grinds her cunt against his stiffly erect dick, wetting the thin linen robe still covering him.

Still pinning him to the mat, still humping his cock through the cloth, she lifts up to sit and reaches down to undo her obi.

Casting it aside, she removes her robe and rises, to stand over him, a foot to each side.

He raises his head, to worshipfully kiss her cunt. He laps at her trough as she writhes against his face, arching her back to afford him better access.

Holding his head, she pulls him to his feet.

She lovingly unties his sash and, dropping it to the floor, she reaches in to cup his tight scrotum, gently weighing his balls.

Her cool fingers slide along his rigid cock, pulling him toward her. She guides him into her wet, open cunt, lifting herself onto her toes, then lowering herself smoothly down, engulfing his stiffness.

They begin to move, slowly and in small circles, then more exuberantly, dancing in swiftly widening gyres, he set deeply into her.

In their abandon, The Great Woman is slammed against a stout cedar post. The pins are flung across the room. Her black hair falls heavily, straight and black, to drape her tits. Her hands reach up to grip the rafter overhead, he reaches to massage her heaving breasts.

They both laugh, breathless.

He thrusts deeply and hard, nailing her to the post. She grabs his waist and twists beneath his rough pounding.

They slip off the post, crashing through the wall. They stumble across the veranda, past startled attendants, and fall off into the stone-and-pebble garden.

His thin white robe alternately flaps and tangles as they roll across the gravel.

They roll to the edge of the koi pond, her head and shoulders laying fully off the gravel.

Her black hair floats on the clear water.

He is on top, hips pumping, hands planted firmly under the water, beside her shoulders.

Giant wheat, cream and gold koi watch, all knowing. One of ancient fish nibbles at a black strand of her floating hair.

As the youth comes, stiffening, he arches down to press his lips to hers.

When he releases his pressure, she tosses her head, long loose hair flinging droplets of water arcing through the air, past his wildly grinning face.

The Offered Maiden sits, the Birthed Dragon reptating over her torso rapidly, slithering between her upstanding breasts, over her shoulder, under her arm, across her belly and back up to her breasts.

NARRATOR

"As the male was selected, the dragon-child continued to grow, learning the ways of life from the maiden and her attendants."

The maiden is bathing, breasts floating on milk. The jade-green Birthed Dragon breaks the smooth white surface from below, mouth open, milk flowing from the corners.

The Dragon tosses her head, her long, loose mane flinging heavy drops onto the laughing attendants.

Beautiful wings spread, a canopy, over the pair. Droplets of milk fall onto the maiden's face, onto her tits and onto the surface of the bath, sending thick ripples across the milk.

As the Birthed Dragon rises, a long mid-ventral groove from mouth to cloaca is exposed, lined with thousands of small, white, short, three-fingered, grub-like legs.

One of the attendants sits on the rim of the milk-filled pool, her legs dangling into the thick whiteness. She reaches down to stroke the green-scaled head, on the crest behind the yellow eyes. Her fingers comb through the milk-sodden mane.

The beast rises, dripping, from the milk, and slithers up her leg, short fat forelegs denting the soft flesh of the attendant's belly. The young attendant presses the dragon to her yielding, naked breast, rolling backwards, laughing and ecstatic.

NARRATOR

"As it had since the time of the ancients, the time came. Preparations were made."

Two tall, intricately carved poles are erected on a hill-top above a large village. Many colorfully costumed workers pull on many long, thick ropes to lift the poles and set them into holes pre-dug by the ancients. Stone slabs are stacked around the poles to anchor them and to create a waist-high platform between them.

SOUND

MUSIC: bell, fife and drum, a festival parade.

NARRATOR

"The Youth selected and tested by The Great Woman is brought to play his part."

Thirty-six stout men dressed in narrow elaborate fur-and-feather head-dresses attend The Offered Youth as he stands, feet spread wide on a platform supported on a network of poles.

He stands erect and looks to the head of the procession which is led by the old Great Woman, naked and carrying a bowl of fire on her head.

A group of musicians, playing flutes, drums and bells, follow her, dressed in sleeveless surplices of golden brocade.

Then the crowd, through which the parade passes, throws flowers, grains, and small offerings of folded paper.

Then, paired in three files, the married couples of the province follow.

Then the unmarried men, costumed in the outfits of their profession, in a boisterous rabble.

Then the unmarried women, dressed in their finest, comeliest costumes.

Then the children, dancing and cavorting, freed from constant adult supervision.

As each group passes, the appropriate members of the crowd join the procession, which swells mightily as it wends up the hill.

NARRATOR

"The male offering was carried to the platform on the hill. He was set out, blessed and the vast crowd withdrew."

His ankles are spread wide and chained to the bases of the uprights. His wrists are chained high on the poles and pulled wide apart over his head, his elbows at a comfortable obtuse angle.

The Great Woman leads the musicians around the platform three times, sets her bowl of fire on the stones behind him, and makes her way through the crowd.

The musicians withdraw to a wide circle a couple hundred meters from the platform.

The crowd moves down the mountain and disappears into the darkness gathering with The setting sun.

SOUND

MUSIC: Bells, flutes, and drums, gentle pulsing, clouds and waves.

The Offered Maiden, with her attendants, steps shyly into the circle of light cast by the fire in the bowl. The Birthed Dragon is draped over her neck, a living boa. The attendants hover in a knot at the edge of the light.

She and The Offered Youth gaze into each other's eyes. She bends slowly and the Birthed Dragon moves along her arm, to the ground.

The Youth watches as the Dragon slithers toward him, its head held high.

Its forefeet prance over the ground, with the appearance of elongated, articulate breasts.

Its body serpentines smoothly behind, leaving a wide, wet trail glittering in the dust.

At the edge of the platform the Birthed Dragon lifts its head and eyes to The Offered Youth.

In the dark, silhouetted against the sky, the Dragon appears nearly human.

Its short fat legs stand out like long, stiff tits. Its muzzle imitates a forward thrust chin. Its eyes approximate a nose, lifted to the sky. Its long mane hangs loose, dark against its glittering scales.

The wings lift slowly, casting a moon shadow onto the platform and The Youth. He watches: anticipating, fearful, fascinated.

The Birthed Dragon, holding her head and fore-body well off the ground, glides onto the platform and pauses again, mouth just off his genitals. His cock is full and fat, but only barely lifted forward.

The Dragon's tongue flicks out, flutters over the veins pulsing beneath the stretched skin of his cock. His member throbs, rising stiffer with each beat.

The Dragon lays her head to his right foot and begins to crawl up his leg.

Passing between his thighs, the Dragon's thousand-legged ventral groove holds her tight to his skin.

She passes over his ass, and around his waist, pausing to lap at his stiff nipples.

Her tail emerges at his crotch like a cock-snake as long as his leg.

The Birthed Dragon continues up his body; he is writhing now, pulling at the loose chains on his wrists.

She licks at his lips, her tongue plunging between them. Her mouth pressed against his, her active tongue visible against his cheeks.