Gold Tier Story - Charisma Check (Patreon)

Fighters were naturally the bravest of adventurers and Wilhelm was no exception. He’d faced the most dangerous opponents in the pits, creatures chained and brought to the barbaric gladiatorial battles. It was said to be to the death but the financiers would hardly allow precious specimens to be expended on a single bout, as such there was always a bevy of clerics on board to provide healing. That didn’t stop the ferocity of the battle, fang, flesh, sword were all met with skin and brutality. It was there that Wilhelm had built his reputation as a mighty sell sword and it was there that he had cut his teeth on his craft and built the stature required for his desired livelihood. 

It was in these caverns that reminded him of his apprenticeship. He had come across a map, thankfully deciphered by his previous partner, a cleric, before the thief could get her hands on it, and it led to a bountiful treasure that was worth its weight in adversaries. With his previous party disbanded Wilhelm happily took the lead of another, after all the promise of draconic trinkets and gold filled halls hardly took any convincing. Deep within a derelict looking cavern was a hidden entrance that led far below the soil and happened to be much livelier than the spattering of surface dwelling dragon-kin hordes. 

It wasn’t until they’d met truly vicious creatures that Wilhelm realized how ill-prepared the party was to face such challenges. The Paladin had made fateful errors in his attempt for diplomacy, rendering him unconscious after being met with a few swings of dragon-kin mace. Normally such a thing was par for the course, a mending spell or two and they’d continue onwards but the party had grown fearful as to what else could be lurking further down the labyrinth citadel. The decision of the party was to retreat with what riches they had collected, not even enough to justify the trip to this location, and maybe come back another time. 

Such cowardice sent Wilhelm into a rage, he’d stormed off and decided to venture on his own accord. By the time he had stormed through the ragtag defenses and made his way into the glorious chamber room he was on his last legs but nothing if not determined to see through this venture. The stone doors shoved open revealing gilded halls of gold, jewelry, treasures beyond his wildest dreams. His eyes practically lit up at such a sight, and all without the visage of a dragon. Normally such disturbances would have been met with fiery rebuke, but the chamber was empty, devoid of souls for as much as he could tell as he stepped through. Dropping his weaponry as he felt the strain of exertion finally coming to fruition against his muscles. 

He had to admit in that moment, that his former party was right to retreat, there was no way he was going to be able to haul this much plunder back to the nearest citadel in one go. Even with his bag of holding to stow it away in, there would simply be too much for even his mighty strength to haul. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

A gentle voice was a sharp contrast to the vision Wilhelm witnessed as he turned to face the source, a large dragoness had seemingly appeared from nowhere, which felt impossible given his natural affinity to detect those around him. He immediately regret letting his guard down when his blade happened to not be at his side but far enough that he wouldn’t be able to strike before the creature would begin its offensive. His eyes glared at the dragon, he wasn’t too well versed on the species and natures, but he knew that dragons of her color were exceedingly rare and the fact that he wasn’t a charred crisp meant that she didn’t seem violent. Oddly enough it wasn’t the fact that she was a dragon that had left him gawking at her figure, but her beautiful form was clearly not what he was expecting when encountering such a scaled creature.

From horn to toe she was decorated in jewelry and gold, piercings that held between her massive breasts and glimmering shining opulence that covered her scales. He knew that dragons particularly loved their treasure but he’d never seen it so vivaciously adorned upon their body. Her curvaceous figure bypassed sensual with the décor of jewels and gold upon her scaled body opting for down right erotic. If the encounter of a dragoness had not set him off guard, then her brazenly sexual mature figure would have done it instead. Wilhelm steadied himself and prepared mentally, just in case she was playing with her food. 

“I don’t know,” Wilhelm spoke with a deep canine voice, cavalier about her appearance by his own posture, “It looks pretty okay. I suppose I could make it the hall of my own mercenary guild.” She only responded with a hauntingly sweet yet condescending chortle. He felt the fur on his neck stand on end as she gazed down at him with what he believed to be deceptively gentle eyes. Almost the same sort of look he’d give a squirrel that had boldly dug into his pack for some of his rations that had been made of dried fruits.

“Mortals like you are simply adorable,” Her voice was silken almost heavenly compared to her size, she at least appeared to be well aware of the differences in size as she settled upon her haunches. “I must say I’m quite impressed by your ability to fight your way in here.” She peered closer, “Or are you one of those sneaky folk?”

Thieves. Rogues. Spies. There were plenty of names for them but Wilhelm almost felt insulted by the mere thought that he’d be confused for one of them. He puffed out his chest proudly as if to display how his bulky frame couldn’t be the least bit stealthy. “I don’t think I have the attributes for a sneaker.” He tried to disguise his snarling fangs with a curl of his lips into a mild smirk-grimace. 

His honed senses would have normally responded immediately, but the dragoness seemed to have a dexterity that had supplanted his intuition. Her hand gripped around his frame, only a single one was needed to hold him by the waist as she held him up curiously. “Yes, you are quite right.” Her eyes dragged along his frame while he abruptly squirmed in her grasp. “Too sturdy, to bulky..” Her breath was heated but he didn’t feel the rush of pressure through him that normally radiated from an enemy, she seemed more docile, gentler than other dragons of her species. “Quite the stud..” Her voice more sultry now and then her tongue extended. 

Warm. Hot. Slimy. All those sensations roiled through Wilhelm’s body as she licked along his abdomen, tasting greedily against his furred flesh and sampling the droplets of sweat that had collected upon him. Normally he would have been cocky and arrogant, of course she would respect his prowess as a skilled combat veteran. A fighter that had slain enemies across the continents, but this felt.. almost endearing, condescending even, the way she tasted him like a sampling of exquisite meat. “Nnngh..” He strained slightly, his length quickly starting to swell at her swirling touch. “I guess I taste pretty good, eh?”

“Very,” She said without hesitation, her matching violet eyes gazing upon him. “You would make a lovely sire to halfbreed dragonkin.” His heart suddenly gave a surprising thump as she licked upwards along his chest, her eyes clearly hungry for his seed. 

“Eheheh.. Uh..” He gave a quick pause, he wasn’t ready to settle down as an adventurer yet and leave behind the glory of combat and the fame of leaving his smirking visage on the posts of grateful villages. Not that he hadn’t left a veritable series of litters in those villages but he was more than positive that this lurid dragoness would have a significantly easier time tracking him down than the myriad of farmer’s daughters and slutty bar wenches. “M.. Maybe I guess.. I could donate some.. and.. uh, you take care of them?” 

Her massive maw approached him, her lips, decorated in an almost sparkling gloss kissed tenderly upon his cheek. “Is this the famous adventurer negotiations I’ve heard so much about?” His already red cheeks blushed deeper as she held him close like a prized pet she’d rescued off the side of the road, her affection building as her tongue swiped along his neck. “Or is this how you mortals practice romance?” She seemed absolutely giddy at such a prospect, her cheeks blushing brighter as her tongue then led to another kiss. "I dare say you mortals are so provocative in what you consider taboo.." She seemed to croon with admiration as she gazed upon him, "Tell me, hwo do you decide on prospective mates? How do your females.. decide on who to breed with?" Her curiosity was mixed with amorous impatience, her tongue incessantly teasing along his masculine frame with his thick wolven pheromones flavoring her desires. 

His shorts were peeled down his thighs as she held him in hand, her eyes focusing upon his precarious visage. His cock on the other hand was more than happy to enjoy her affections, the massive canine length springing upwards as his shorts were tugged downwards. The thick crimson length causing a curious scaled eyebrow to loft upwards, but her tongue. That tongue that had slurped his chest, now it moved towards his dick. It touched against him and he felt swimming in pleasure, his chest heaving as he took in a deep straining groan, her mouth wrapped around his dick almost too easily. Wilhelm immediately wondered if the horrific stories of ‘adventurers being eaten alive’ was vastly misconstrued. “Hhhghnnh..” He groaned, his jaw clenching shut as his fingertips curled into fists, her tongue continued to slurp along his dick, her cheeks pushing inwards as she sucked eagerly upon him. “I.. I don’t know about dragons.. but.. but mortal girls.. evaluate us guys a little.. ahh.. differently.." She glanced up at him briefly, "But this is good too!”

She was silent yet her eyes seemed to do all the talking he could have wanted. Her tongue began to wrap around his dick. He felt bound, not only by her grip but by her tongue, and moreso bound by pleasure. She could have asked for anything and he would have willingly obeyed, her dick was almost like a serpent that slowly snaked around the stem of his cock. With each coil he felt his body churn, the strands of saliva rolling against his length as she practically breathed suction upon his dick like he was nothing but the straw containing the last sip of a frosted beverage. “Hnnghh..” his eyes shut tightly, his body strained, his cock following the motion of her tongue as his hips pushed inwards to feel more of that amazing mouth surrounding him. 

Her tongue was marvelous in it’s prehensile nature, smoothing along his shaft and teasing his dick with each set of muscles independently groping upon him. “Yeeethhh..” She crooned sweetly, eyes slowly gazing up in his direction as he breathed out, “I thsink.. You’ll live heeere from nowhh ouhhn.” Her tongue suddenly wound around his dick and with a loud almost endless slurp retracted her entire appendage around him. Slathering his cock in what felt like an endless dragging surge that made his eyes start to cross and his body begin to shiver. “Sssslrthurp!”

“Live.. Live here..?” He struggled to breathe let alone speak, his massive broad chest inhaling and exhaling like he’d been running at full speed over a mountain, meanwhile his cock throbbed excitedly at such palpitations. Her tongue languidly stroking along his shaft in a most coy and teasing manner, “I.. I can’t do that.. I can’t.. I can’t give up..” He groaned as she began to coil her tongue around his bulbous crimson cock, sucking at it with only her tongue and slurping against him with flicking twists of her tongue. It was the most pleasurable whipping his dick had ever taken, her tongue slickening against his cock, slapping against his flesh and twirling into it, leaving smears of drool upon his veiny prick with each punishing blow. “Hhhfff.. No.. I.. I’m not done.. I.. I still wanna.. see.. see.. the world..”

She was silent aside from her tongue, almost painfully quiet, and then her tongue retreated. Her eyes focused upon him and he felt a stirring in his chest, “You will see the world..” She whispered. “And then you will return to me, and tell me of all you have witnessed.” Her voice was sweet, gentle, and as she glanced up at him and the way he wrought his own pleasures with his desire for exploration, "You will come back to me... right?" Those beautiful serpentine eye held her gaze upon him and he felt the need to say 'Yes' through his clenched teeth, he'd always return to her.. Who would abandon that sweet visage..? Yet he remained quiet, refusing to submit.. he was a free wolfman and he try as he might he didn't feel like relinquishing that just yet.

Of course, she would give him a moment to reflect but not without influencing his decision. Her lips opened around his cock length, and drew him in close, her draconic maw enveloping his shaft entirely. His body churned as he felt his hips pushing forwards of their own accord. Her lips bobbing upon his cock until they kissed against the base of his shaft, all the while her tongue swirling and coiling ever tighter around his cock. His decision mirroring the intensity and the pressure he felt building inside of him and around his length from her increasingly tight squeezing tonguemuscle. 

Everything felt like it was spinning, with his body fully in the air and his legs dangling he was at her mercy but at the same time he wasn’t ready to give into her demands just yet. “Hfff.. Fine.. Fine..” He shuddered as his hips began to move back and forth in tune with her simultaneously moving maw, her tongue tightening along his bulbous knot while her lips bobbed back and forth, endlessly bobbing upon his shaft. “Ohkay.. I..” It took him a moment to even recall what she wanted.. Did that even matter anymore anyways? “Yeah.. Ohkay.. I’ll.. Go out.. and come.. come back..” He gulped down his throat as concessions and pleasure mixed together, spilling from his maw so eagerly, “Yes.. Haaah..” Then he felt it, that signaling twinge of pleasure he simply couldn’t restrain any longer.

Her tongue was the most amazing appendage he’d ever felt in his life, yet she managed to blow his mind even further when even with his throbbing length on the precipice of brimming orgasm her tongue pushed from her lips. Further down his shaft it slithered, a wet saliva oiled snake fully coiled around his palm tree, now aimed to claim the bulbous coconuts underneath. His sac twitched, already swollen and bloated he could feel cum surging through his body. He was an unwound geyser in that moment, all of his hot potent seed that had been churning inside his sac endlessly producing more and more of the creamy viscous liquid the dragoness was so keen for. His knot swelled and his penis began to finally erupt, her tongue squeezing even tighter upon his length, milking him and his balls for her desired flavor.

His body convulsed, his eyes roiling back as he spasmed in her soft yet controlling grip, her throat  undulating as she drank down his spunk, slowly at first but to her eye widening surprise this virile warrior had a load that would rival previous male dragon suitors! Her initial desires to taste the flavor and consistency of his wolven cum like a connoisseur of the finest delicacies was quickly quashed by the rushing unending spigot of lava hot wolfseed that ran down her throat leaving her mere seconds to evaluate his cum and production as he lay in her grasp suddenly limp.. panting.. and thoroughly expended into her mouth. Her eyes glanced down at him, and he knew he was done for, if she wanted him dead it in that moment was a task that could be met by the most lowly of foolish kobolds. 

He simply smiled up at her, panting, heaving, his tongue lolling out to the side with that boyish happy self satisfied grin the last argument he had to prove his worth to the dragoness. “So..?” Wilhelm huffed, the anticipation killing him even more than the teasing she’d done to his wolfdick, “Whatcha think?” The dragoness merely smiled and licked her lips.

…

It had been a few weeks since the infamous fighter and warrior, Wilhelm, had disappeared off into the caverns in the mountains. Most had assumed him dead when the remainder of his party had returned, they told tall tales of secret dragon hideaways tucked deep into the mountains behind stone and magic but the rewards seemed hardly worth the effort. The tavern became hushed as the intrepid traveler that had surely met his demise would reappear with a proud smirk and a large sack slung over his shoulder. That evening Wilhelm carried not only a king’s ransom of riches with him but vindicated pride. His hand slammed against the wooden bar counter as his eyes glared with excitement at the stunned tavern girl who practically shook with the empty wooden stein in hand. “Pour me the best ya got, I have one hell of a story to tell..”