“Lord Colwyn’s Trail,” Katie read on the small obelisk at the start of the trail. He was a distant ancestor. There were also several warning signs about dangerous cliffs and loose rocks.

Katie Dunn barely felt Welsh. Her maternal grandfather moved to Canada when he was in his early twenties. Of his descendants, only Katie inherited the signature red hair. It matched her sun-kissed skin. It was summer, but the wind made it cooler. She wore a dark green sports top and gray hiking pants. She had a small hiking backpack with snacks and a water bottle.

By tradition, all members of the Lawson clan were to make the journey to their family’s ancient tomb shortly after their 19th birthday and pay respects to the fire dragon, Gaddrieg. Katie was 22, so she was already a few years behind. After listening to her grandfather’s stories about ancient knights and dragons, Katie made it her mission to visit her ancestral home upon graduating from college. In a few months, she’ll be an assistant researcher for her former history professor. But until then, it was time for her to explore her history. She marched past the stone and hiked the path with her great-great-grandfather’s namesake.

She remembered her grandfather’s stories. He always made his stories dramatic, using lamp lights to create interesting shadows on his face so he could exaggerate his emotions. Nearly a thousand years ago, the people of this land faced conquest, but then a wandering warrior arrived. Lord Colwyn was said to be blessed by the flames of the dragon, Gaddrieg. With his power, he vanquished the invaders.

Many who could trace their bloodline to Colwyn visited the shrine to the dragon. Very few reported actually seeing the dragon, including Katie’s great-grandmother. She was often ridiculed and eventually left. She met Alfie Black. They married and had a son, Arthur. But it wasn’t long before Alfie died on a beach in Normandy. Detached from the rest of the family, their son, Arthur, sought a fresh start in Canada. Katie’s grandfather always meant to revisit Wales, but finances held him back. He became just another branch that fell. Another lost cousin of Clan Lawson soon faded from memory.

“Did the dragon say anything to her?” a young Katie asked while listening to Arthur Black’s stories.

Her grandfather smiled and closed his eyes, then recited his mother’s words, first in Welsh, then in English.

World in turmoil. Myths reborn.

No sword can slay. Only flames can tame.

Emboldened by loving passion. Dance till sunset.

Covered in milk. Myths return to slumber.

Florence Lawson-Black also spoke of the dragon’s warmth. Passionate, but gentle. Arthur mentioned she didn’t expand on that any further, but had a nostalgic look about her.

Katie continued to honor her grandfather’s memory, even as she reached the cliffs and was rewarded with an incredible view. There was a natural arch along the narrow beach below. The sound of the ocean water slamming against the cliffs was therapeutic for Katie. She closed her eyes and thought about her ancestors, and dreamed of meeting the fabled dragon.

A sign read, “Private Property Only.” Only those who claimed the Lawson bloodline were permitted to continue. Natural steps slowly descended towards sea level. It wasn’t the safest of trails. Though a few of her ancestors dug into the walls and added wooden planks, it was still a mostly dangerous path. After several minutes, the temperatures rose.

Katie searched for the sun. It was not yet noon, and the cliffs provided shade. Despite the lack of sunlight, it felt like Arizona. She felt like she was in a furnace, as if a dragon’s breath was upon her neck.

“Is there an active volcano in the area or something?” Katie thought. “Fuck. I should have worn shorts.”

She wished she could have enjoyed the views more, but the heat was fighting against her. Determined, she pushed forward, paying mind to loose rocks. The last part was the most dangerous. She would have to climb down and stay cautious not to slip onto the sharp rocks. With some care, she made it. Water splashed at her ankles, but she reached the path that finally widened. A beautiful hidden cove stood before her. The cove of dragons. Lawson family property.

Katie collapsed on the floor and caught her breath. However, it was even hotter. “What the hell?” she thought. When she finally stood back up, she noticed that the water in the cove was sizzling like a hot spring. Curious, she dipped the bottom of her water bottle in the water. Upon touching the water, scalding steam formed, and she quickly pulled back. The bottom of her water bottle had melted. “Well, fuck.”

She had to be careful. Any wayward liquid might as well have been lava streams. She was almost there—at the family’s shrine to Gaddrieg. But the heat… It was…

“And so she returns,” a low growling voice said, interrupting Katie’s thoughts. His voice echoed against the walls of the hidden cove.

Katie’s eyes shot back awake. She searched for the source of the voice. Orange glows formed at the lower edges of the walls. “Who’s there?” When she heard no answer, she called out again.

The cave rumbled. Tiny debris fell from the ceiling. An orange glow emanated from the bottom of a small pond, illuminating the cavern. The cave was taller than Katie realized. From the shadows of the ceiling, she saw a form move. A very large form.

“I am the welcoming sun in the winter,” the voice said. “I am the shield and sword of Lord Colwyn.” And the figure descended from the ceiling. Katie saw the massive demonic wings and a serpent’s tail with toothed fins like a lizard. It landed in front of Katie, shaking the ground and sending heat to caress her skin. A dragon, with scales varying from black to the color of blood. It was only when the flames formed in his throat that his scales illuminated a deep red.

“Gaddrieg,” Katie said before bowing.

“Yes,” the dragon said. “I am Gaddrieg. And though I know not your name, I sense that you are one of Colwyn’s heirs.”

“My name is Katie Dunn. I have come to pay my respects to you and give thanks for protecting my family for generations.” Her memories of movies and shows about knights inspired her words, but internally, she was screaming. It was a mixture of fear and excitement. After briefly questioning her consciousness, she knew that it was all real. She was seeing a dragon. A real dragon.

Gaddrieg sat regally. His form towered over Katie. “And what have you to offer?”

Katie was caught off guard. She had a half-melted water bottle, and her bag was left halfway down the cliffs. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t actually expecting to meet a dragon.”

“Typical of your generation. Always unprepared.” He sounded almost playfully angry. “However, my question stands. What do you have to offer?”

Then she thought. Her ancestors often brought heirlooms. She looked to the shrine and noticed how inaccurate the statue was to the true Gaddrieg. The proportions of his wings were off. Then she noticed some trinkets by the statue. There were wood carvings, a tapestry, and an expensive watch. Then she felt empathy for Gaddrieg’s feelings of the younger generation when she saw a video game with a purple cartoon dragon gracing the cover. Whoever dropped that off thought it would be funny.

“I can come back,” Katie said. “I’ll go get something and return. But just so I know what to get, what did Florence Lawson-Black offer you?”

The name shook Gaddrieg as memories returned. He paused as he reminisced, then looked upon Katie. She had the same flaming hair, but her body was more athletic. Her midsection was exposed, revealing the sculpt of a warrior. She had similarly beautiful green eyes like Florence, but a magnificent body. A body that could fight and endure. One with the spirit of the original Lord Colwyn. With a softer tone, he finally spoke, “Her body.”

Katie cycled through different scenarios. Florence obviously survived the encounter. Was it possible Gaddrieg possessed her? But then she remembered the stories. He was passionate, but gentle. “Did you fuck my great-grandmother?” Katie asked, the thought slipping through her filters.

Gaddrieg laughed once more. “Yes.” It was a simple answer.

Katie’s mouth moved on instinct. “How?”

“Does that mean you are willing to offer the same?”

Katie read romantasy books and even some erotica of young women fornicating with vampires, werewolves, and other fantastical monsters. She never thought it could happen. Subconsciously, her eyes searched for the dragon’s penis. She realized what she was doing and quickly pulled her head back.

Gaddrieg helped her. He lifted his body, and a cock with the appearance of a molten lava rod appeared. “Yeah, I’m not fucking that,” Katie said.

Then there was a flash of orange light. It blinded Katie momentarily. Gaddrieg disappeared, and the light in front of her condensed into a solid form. He had the face of a human, but with golden eyes. Red skin and veins that looked like lava rivers. He had shoulder-length black hair and two curved horns that formed from his temples. Gaddrieg’s horns. He was five feet and ten inches tall, his cock was adequate, and he was smoking hot—in more ways than one.

“Holy fah…” Katie’s jaw dropped. “You’re beautiful.”

“As you are,” Gaddrieg said. His voice was still rough around the edges, but not nearly as baritone and menacing in his dragon form. “I’ve been waiting nearly a century for you. The destined heir of Florence.”

The air was now cooler, but still warm. The perfect amount of heat for sex. Katie looked up at his golden eyes. His penis was now erect. She looked down and was less impressed.

“Would you rather have me be bigger?” Gaddrieg smiled. He grew taller, and his cock with it.

“Eh… a little bit more,” Katie urged, and Gaddrieg smiled. He loved the woman’s boldness. He was now six feet and five inches tall and had an appropriately proportionate cock to match.

Katie then realized what she had asked. Did that mean she was going through with this? Was she really offering her body? She thought about the circumstances. It was not a dream, nor a hallucination. A dragon was standing before her, and transformed into a quasi-human form, and wanted to bone her. He made himself handsome and sexy. His body was sculpted like a Greek statue and then coated in red. She had a feeling he could make himself look even more human, but he transformed into something beautiful to humans and dragons alike. She felt the sweat dripping from her body, only adding to the tension and the juices forming at her crotch. “I-I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Katie stuttered. “But holy shit, do I want you.”

Without thinking, she had Gaddrieg’s cock in her hand, stroking it to maximum hardness. Their lips pressed against each other. His tongue was warmer than any man she had ever tasted. As his hands touched her waist, she felt the heat of her body match that of the dragon’s. His fingertips on her skin ignited her passion. Every part of her that he touched became as sensitive as her clitoris. Orgasmic feelings formed at every inch of her body. “What the… fuck…” Katie moaned. “My whole body…”

His hands wandered to her breasts, and she moaned. He touched her toned ass, and she moaned. He caressed her thighs slightly, and she screamed.

“W-w-what is happening?” Katie squealed as an orgasm formed. The very air around her was caressing her body. Gaddrieg took her mouth again. His arms were around her waist, but she felt something rub her clit. It was as if the steam around her became tiny fingers. Dozens of hands fondled her body. She finally noticed that the pond several feet away was now lava. She wasn’t going to fuck just Gaddrieg—his entire lair was an experience. Her body was like fire. She shuddered as the uncontrollable climax reached. “Urgh… Aahh! AAAHH!” She screamed as the heat took over. She felt light and could swear she levitated. Her hair floated in the air. Her spine arched while still in Gaddrieg’s embrace. Her breaths slowed as her orgasm subsided. Her eyes met those of the dragon.

Then he lifted her. It was effortless. He was infinitely strong. His cock was thick and hard beneath her.

“May I have you?” The dragon was so polite.

Katie smiled. “Of course.”

And he lowered her onto himself. His cock slowly filled her. She received more and more of his warmth. Hot, but not enough to burn her. Just the right amount to give her a sensation she had never felt before. A heat that engulfed her clit while his cock filled her. She cursed as he lifted and dropped her in repetitive motions.

“Oh, my fucking god!” Katie moaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him at every moment of penetration. “You feel… so amazing…”

“You are incredible,” Gaddrieg said. Then he placed her on the ground and pounded her from above. Passionate, but gentle enough not to hurt her. With his size, she felt tight around him. He'd made love to many women, but not for a thousand years had he found someone with Katie’s brashness and boldness. Beneath him, Katie started to scream again. Another world-altering orgasm took over her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Gaddrieg took her to a new dimension.

“Aaahhh… Fuuuck…” Katie moaned. Her breaths were heavy, with sharp attacks from her chest. When she calmed, Gaddrieg let her catch her breath, and then it was her turn.

They spun on the ground. Katie straddled him and quickly reinserted him into her.

“Hmmph!” Gaddrieg grunted as Katie dropped her hips onto him. He continued to grunt as Katie’s ass bounced as she rode him.

“Can you get bigger?” she asked him while smiling lasciviously.

“You are a very ambitious young woman,” Gaddrieg said.

“Urgh!” Katie moaned as she felt Gaddrieg grow inside of her. “Fuck!”

She arched her back. Her body was stunning. The heat of his lair and the sweat on her body emphasized her every muscle. Her abdomen was defined, forming little canyons as her muscles shifted with each swing of her hips. “Beautiful,” Gaddrieg thought. The sight of her pushed him towards the end.

“I’m going to cum again,” Katie shouted. “Oh, my FUCKing god!”

“Yes, Katie,” Gaddrieg moaned. “I will as well. You beautiful creature. Argh! You… incredible thing. Grraaah… ARRGHH!”

“Gaarrgaaahhh!!!”

They shouted together. Their passion, which started from different corners of the universe, clashed at that moment in time. Hard, frenzied moans and grunts erupted from them both. Katie’s sweat splashed erratically as her body convulsed. She didn’t know what dragon cum looked like, but her pussy brimmed with the hottest cum she had ever felt fill her. Her hands were hard pressed against his chest as he gripped her waist. They continued to buck their hips even as their nether regions grew increasingly sensitive. Excess cum flowed out of Katie’s cunt like rivers of milk. Yes, it was white, creamy cum. Her favorite.

Katie collapsed against his chest. They rested for a moment. However, his cock never softened. It didn’t take long for him to shift again. His cock pulsed inside of her. She lifted herself and locked eyes with the dragon. Something was different. She felt fire enter her heart. Her lust was never-ending, like a flame that could never be doused.

Then he was behind her, pounding into her so hard the slaps of his pelvis meeting her ass echoed across the chamber. Katie felt every detail. She could feel the ridge of his cock head and the veins from base to head. She knew her body was becoming more sensitive to sex and that the sensations were amplified.

Minutes turned into hours. Climax after climax, they continued to fuck. With Gaddrieg’s seemingly endless stores of semen, he filled her and covered her. Their moans, grunts, and screams echoed across the cove.

Katie rode him in reverse, watching the sunset as he kicked his hips into her over and over. She screamed as another euphoric orgasm came over her. Gaddrieg’s cock slipped and pulsed, firing cum across her body. The sun was descending beyond the western horizon, and Katie felt Gaddrieg’s hands release her. He spoke softly in Welsh. Katie recognized it as the same words her grandfather once told her. However, she noticed a difference—a flaw in her grandfather’s memory. Two words were swapped.

World in turmoil. Myths reborn.

No sword can slay. Only passion can tame.

Emboldened by loving flames. Dance till sunset.

Covered in milk. Myths return to slumber.

She leaned back, found herself on comfortable blankets, but he was no longer there. She called for him, but there was no answer. Katie understood and instead rested. The stars watched as Katie slept, body exposed and covered in a dragon’s semen.