But he was bigger. And his tongue was longer... a lot longer... and it seemed to glow almost as if it were on fire.
The tongue curled around her right breast and squeezed slightly. The tip raised up above the breast and flicked at her nipple. She screamed out into the night sky.
Then the tongue stretched further and also enclosed her left breast. Now the dragon was squeezing both breasts. Normally it would have hurt for her breasts to be squeezed that tight, but now it was only building a fire within her. The tip of the tongue flicked her left nipple... and then her right... and then continued back and forth between the two now turgid nubs.
The fire within her was growing hotter and hotter and she was arching herself high into the air. Her fingers were now dug deep into the sod. Her heels were forcing deep dents in the soft grass.
"You are ready," the dragon hissed.
His tongue retracted from around her breasts. He pushed his smokey snout deep between her legs. Then his tongue once again shot out of his mouth.
She screamed as what seemed like an impossible length of the dragon’s tongue buried itself deep within her womanhood. She had often thought about how she would lose her virginity. Would it be to some brave soldier in her father’s army? Would it be to some clumsy youth in a hidden glen? Would it be to a stranger along the road?
Tonight she knew the answer. It would be to none of them. She would lose her virginity to a dragon in exchange for beauty, power, and protection.
After what seemed like an eternity, the wriggling and pulsating tongue withdrew from her and her breath slowly returned to normal. She looked down, expecting to see a handsome prince, but instead the dragon remained. It was now a very large dragon with huge scales overlapped on its deep green body, but it was still a dragon.
"I thought you would become a prince?" she asked in surprise.
"I did," he hissed. "I am," he exclaimed with fire streaming from his mouth. Then he roared loudly, "I am the Prince of Dragons."
"So this was all a trick," she said angrily.
"The Prince of Dragons keeps his word," he said softly, but angrily. "Look at yourself!"
Then he blew just enough fire through his nostrils to illuminate the hilltop. She looked at her body. Gone was the soft baby fat which caused people to call her a lamb. Her breasts had grown larger and were firm and round. The hair between her legs seemed to be on fire. The soft brown was gone, replaced by a deep, coppery orange.
She lifted some of her hair from beside her ear and pulled it over so she could see it. The hair on her head was now also a fiery copper orange.
"They will not recognize me," she said. "I am no longer their little lamb."
"No," the dragon said, "now they will call you the intoxicating one. Your name shall be Medb."
And the rest, as they say, is history... or at least mythology.
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