They had been prevented from making love by the arrival of Choloyiil’s brother Malsfyiil. Malsfyiil had come to give them the news of his father’s passing. The fact they had been interrupted was all he could think about now that he was being led up The Mountains in chains.
“So close,” he thought. “So close to avoiding this.”
The Dragons only wanted virgins now.
“If only they had had the time to actually make love before…”
But it was of no use to be thinking this. They had not had the time. No opportunity then, and none in the battle-filled days and nights that followed.
Now it was too late.
He was a virgin, and the Dragons had demanded he be sacrificed to them.
Of course the Dragons got exactly what they wanted. Who they wanted. Always.
Too many of All Peoples had died in the wars and skirmishes amongst themselves during the past several decades for any to be willing to risk the Dragons turning on them too.
The Dragons had once ruled all lands, all waters, and All Peoples. They had been ruthless. Merciless.
When the Dragons for some unknown reason decided to withdraw to the caves in The Mountains, provided that All Peoples would agree to their terms, All Peoples had been more than happy to do so.
The sacrifice of a few virgins every now and then was clearly preferable to absolutely everyone being forever in danger of getting eaten at any moment.
So The Pact was written and signed, and the Dragons withdrew to the caves in The Mountains. And every now and then, whenever the Dragons so demanded, a virgin or a few were taken in chains up The Mountains and given to the Dragons as a sacrifice.
Just exactly what the Dragons did to the virgins once they were given them, no one knew for certain. Presumably they got eaten. And now it was his turn.
“If only… If only…” A useless refrain.
Here now were the caves, and a mighty Dragon came to take hold of his chains.
That mighty Dragon, a colorful creature of terrifying proportions, took the chains in its dreadfully sharp, shiny bright yellow talons, and dragged him inside the caves.
He did not kick. He did not scream. He knew that to be just as futile as wishing he’d had sex with someone, with absolutely anyone, to spare him from this fate.
He had been in love, and waited for his sweetheart to return from travels. Stupid he.
The Dragon yanked the chain when he stopped to stare in awe at all the many multicolored Dragons present in a deep part of the caves. He fell to his knees. Then onto his stomach, as the mighty Dragon dragged him forward on the ground. All the way to the center of the big chamber where the many multicolored Dragons convened.
“Is this where I will be eaten?” he thought. Was this how, and where, and when, he would die?
But wait… He saw Peoples among the dragons! People of All Peoples of many ages. Both old and young.
The previous sacrifices were not dead! They lived! They were alive! There was hope for him yet!!
He had just begun to think that all would be well, that the Dragons simply wanted servants, when all hope was crushed.
The Dragons told him what would be his fate, and oh, how he wished it had been to be eaten.
Insert rape scene in graphic detail. The Dragons’ insanely large schlongs tearing him up and making his ass bleed again and again and again, and only ever magic keeping him from dying every time.
Hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of humongous Dragons repeatedly taking their pleasure from his poor body over the next ten centuries or more.
Remember to show it all, in every detail, not shy away from any of the sexual violence, because, you know, REALISM.
This is an important subject.