Yoochun and the Dragon
Title: Yoochun and the Dragon
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: smut, AU, Fantasy, Angst
Length: one shot
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe
Pairings: Yoochun x OC
Warnings: I’ve never done anything like this before. Hopefully no one is offended by this. I don’t know why I am writing this; it came to me in a dream and I was rather disturbed. Sometimes I just have to write this stuff down. Because of the graphic nature of this story, I have created what I think is a new “genre.” I could be wrong. Henceforth, I shall call this “Mythical Bestiality.”
I’ve also tried to make this seem as realistic as possible. Dragons, as far as we know, do not, nor did they ever exist. I wanted to make the Dragon very similar to an Asian dragon. I did some research and found a very interesting legend about Korean dragons on Wikipedia.
The young Prince donned his armor and set upon his quest. Leaving his family, friends and subjects behind, he sought the legendary mireu; the four toed dragon. This beast was said to have in its possession, the Yeouiju, the dragon orb. Whoever obtained this dragon orb would acquire great power. The young prince travelled many leagues until he came upon the dragon’s lair.
The forest was thick with bamboo; the green stalks reaching high above his head. A breeze blew by; bamboo swaying this way and that. This copse of bamboo surrounded the dragon’s lair; lush and green, water fell from a cliff face, forming a pool laden with floating lotus flowers. Within this Eden of flora and fauna, the beast was well hidden from all intruders. But our Prince was no ordinary traveler. The legend of the mireu had been passed down to him from generations before. He memorized the story told to him in childhood; every twist and turn of the trail ingrained in his head. Many had tried to find the sacred grotto of the four toed dragon; none had returned. He vowed to be the first; the hero that would slay the dragon and obtain the Yeouiju.
Silently he tread, peeking through the thicket of bamboo to spy upon the legendary creature. He swallowed hard as he saw the great beast. It was a terrible sight, and yet it was not as he expected it to be. Its size was impressive, but it was not frighteningly massive. The dragon’s body was long and lean like a serpent; it’s head large and crowned with horns. It slumbered; body coiled up like a snake. The sun’s rays penetrated the bamboo canopy; illuminating the brightly colored green scales. Its snout lay across its folded limbs while large paws with menacing claws at the end grasp the sacred Yeouiju; the blood red orb glowing in the afternoon light.
An unexpected gust of wind passed through the stalks of bamboo; it blew across the sleeping dragon, causing the beast to awaken. The Prince stepped back into the trees and waited. The mireu blinked; its golden eyes adjusting to its surroundings. A paw nonchalantly wiped the sleep from its eyes. The dragon inhaled deeply, then froze; its golden eyes growing wide. With nostrils flared, the creature sniffed the air. A familiar scent floated upon the breeze. The dragon narrowed its eyes; a low growl emanating from deep within its throat.
The Prince suppressed a gasp as the dragon spoke.
“There’s no use hiding from me human,” the creature whispered, its voice not deep and booming, but soft and gentle, like a mother calling for its wayward child.
“I can smell you. Come forward. Let me look at you.”
The Prince summoned up all his courage, and with sword drawn, he approached the mireu.
With his weapon gripped tightly in his hand, the Prince stood his ground and waited for the dragon to attack him.
“You’ve come for the Yeouiju, I see.”
The Prince was taken aback by the dragon’s voice; smooth like silk.
“I am…”
“A Prince,” the dragon interrupted. “Your armor is costly; your weapon forged by a great craftsman and your garment is made of the finest cloth.”
“My name is Yoochun.”
The dragon bowed its head.
“I am honored to meet you, Prince Yoochun. The Prince found himself bowing to the dragon, despite the ridiculousness of the situation. He was here to kill the creature and bring back the dragon orb. Diplomacy was wasted at a time like this.
The Prince decided to be blunt with the creature.
“Give me the dragon’s orb and no harm will come to you, you have my word.”
The dragon laughed, mocking the prince.
“You can have it, if you can take it from me”
The dragon stood up; its posture more intimidating than its size. It tossed the orb in the air and caught it effortlessly in its claws. The mireu played with its treasure as if it were a toy; batting it this way and that between its paws as a cat might with a hapless rodent.
Annoyed with the dragon’s teasing, the prince charged the creature with intent to do it bodily harm. The dragon kicked the orb out of the way and easily blocked the sword blow. The creature avoided every hack and slash of Yoochun’s blade; the prince relentlessly attacking the dragon, not once stopping to catch his breath. The dragon was impressed with the human’s skill and took no chances. While greater in size than the prince, the dragon knew its underbelly was vulnerable to the human’s blade. Showing no signs of fatigue, the prince carried on his attack, the dragon easily defending itself.
“I tire of these games human. You can’t defeat me.”
The dragon whipped its tail, knocking the prince to the ground. He staggered to his feet, only to be smacked again, this time so hard his weapon was forced from his hand. Yoochun scrambled after it, only to be stopped in his tracks by a paw against his chest. The prince cried out in pain as pressure from the mireu’s paw pressed him into the ground. The creature’s claws dug into the dirt, encasing the prince’s body. He struggled against the grasp to no avail. He gasped for breath as the dragon easily lifted him in its clutches, bringing his body into the air.
The dragon’s golden orbs stared at its prey; Yoochun narrowing his dark, almond eyes in defiance. The prince swallowed hard as the dragon licked its lips; its long tongue flickering out to taste the human’s flesh.
“You taste good, my prince,” the dragon hissed, its tongue surprisingly gentle, lapping up the sweat from Yoochun’s neck.
The prince’s heart hammered hard and fast inside his chest. He prayed for a quick death; being swallowed whole preferable to being ripped apart limb from limb.
The dragon inhaled the Prince’s scent and shuddered.
“You smell good too,” the creature whispered, its hot breath blowing across Yoochun’s throat.
The prince gritted his teeth.
“If I am so tasty, why don’t you eat me?”
The dragon laughed at the prince.
“Eat you? You are so scrawny.”
A menacing claw poked his ribs, the sharpened end penetrating his armor and cutting his skin. He winced as the claw sank deeper; blood seeping through his silks.
“Bastard,” the prince growled as the blood flow intensified, the dragon’s claw digging into his side.
“I believe the word you are looking for is bitch.”
Armor and cloth were shredded in an instant; the prince’s naked body exposed to the afternoon air.
In that moment the prince stared into the golden eyes of the mireu and realized his mistake. The dragon was female.
“Fuck me,” Yoochun mumbled, his words easily heard by his captor.
“Is that an invitation human?”
The prince’s back arched as the dragon licked his bare chest.
“What?”
The dragon nuzzled the human, her skin strangely soft and supple. Yoochun shivered; not from cold, but in fear. He wasn’t quite sure what the dragon had in mind.
“You are so lovely,” she moaned, her mouth opened lightly, her fangs gently scraping across his ribs.
“This isn’t happening,” Yoochun repeated under his breath as the dragon continued to caress him.
He found himself on the ground, released from her clutches. He forgot his pain as panic set in. He lay still; too afraid to move. The mireu’s tongue swirled around his nipples. Yoochun whimpered like a puppy as the dragon continued to torment him; his skin flushed and prickled with heat. He cursed himself as the tender buds stiffened beneath the dragon’s slender tongue.
A silent “no” escaped his lips as the dragon dragged her skillful tongue further south.
“Wait,” he cried out to her, “you must stop. I know what you are trying to do but it’s not possible. I’m human and you are an animal.”
The dragon paused and stared him down.
“We are all animals, my prince,” she purred.
Yoochun’s chest was heaving; a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin.
“But, don’t you have a mate?” he asked the mireu.
The dragon sat upon her haunches and shook her head.
“I am young, like you.”
The prince propped himself on his elbows and stared at the creature before him.
“How young are you? The stories that have been told go back centuries.”
The dragon sighed.
“There has always been a dragon here; my mother before me and her mother. We have always been here.”
The prince shook his head and tried to understand the dragon’s words.
“Then surely there are still males. You will find one soon enough. He will be more suitable than I. Kill me or give me the orb. The choice is yours.”
“I have already made my choice.”
The dragon curled her lips back into a smile; fangs gleaming in the sun light. She growled once more and flicked her long, serpent like tongue out at the young prince. He groaned as she licked his wound clean then proceeded to finish what she had started.
Yoochun prayed for divine guidance as the mireu’s clawed digits spread his legs apart; the forked tongue sliding between his thighs. Within moments he was covered with her saliva; his body twitching out of control; his brain trying to make sense of the situation. Feeling like he was going to pass out; he forced breath out of his mouth. Closing his eyes, the prince tried to calm his racing heart; but the dragons tongue was relentless; invading his body; doing things to him that he did not believe were possible. Even more distressing was the realization that his length had become rigid and heavy; a willing slave of the dragon’s skillful tongue.
The mireu continued to sweep her tongue across Yoochun’s arousal; the prince mewling in delight despite his anger and frustration. The forked end swept across the tip of his sex; the dragon shuddering as she tasted the fluid which began to form there.
“You are close,” she whispered to him, her voice seductive and low.
“Fuck you,” he screamed at the dragon as her tongue wrapped itself around his width, coating it with a heavy gloss of saliva.
His guts twisted; back arching high as her tongue twisted and turned around his girth, sending a ripple effect through his body he could no longer ignore. He screamed at the top of his lungs and thrust his hips forward as the dragon’s serpent-like tongue brought him to completion.
Trembling like a leaf; Yoochun lay upon the ground shedding bitter tears as the dragon licked him clean; the beast quivering in ecstasy as she tasted his milky white seed.
“Bitch,” he cursed at her. “Filthy animal.”
The dragon chortled.
“This filthy animal just gave you immeasurable pleasure. No human female can do what I have done.”
The dragon coiled her long, lean body around the Prince and began to rub her underbelly against his bare skin. She mimicked the earlier actions of her tongue; twisting and turning around his torso; rubbing up and down across his sex which grew hard once more.
“Touch me,” she entreated him, and with shaking hands, Yoochun caressed the soft underside of the dragon’s body. He raked his nails across the green scales of her back; the mireu nipping playfully at him in response. He could feel her heart pounding through her skin and it made his own pulse race. Her skin was cool, but he knew that on the inside she was on fire. Small, incomprehensible noises escaped her lips; her golden eyes narrowed until they were nothing more than slits of burnished yellow. Her teeth and fangs clattered together as she fell deeper and deeper into oblivion.
Yoochun gasped as the dragon mounted him; her inner juices drenching him as she writhed up and down his length. He doubt he could truly satisfy her; she was so much bigger than he was; yet the mireu seemed lost in her own little world; not caring that the scrawny human beneath her was no match for a full grown male dragon.
“Love me,” she begged the prince. “Make me come.”
“Good God in Heaven,” the prince mumbled as his hands rubbed beneath the dragon’s tail as she continued to ride him.
Her tail began to vibrate; rattle like a snake. A thunderous roar burst forth from the dragon’s mouth; head shaking; nostrils flared and snorting as her release came. She uncoiled herself from him and slithered away, only to writhe upon the ground in a frenzied dance; claws digging into the dirt; tail thumping hard and violently. She staggered backwards and collapsed; body quaking for several minutes.
When it was over, human and dragon stared at each other in silence.
The prince spotted the dragon orb in the corner of his eye; but he had to find his weapon first. The dragon was exhausted, and it would be a good time for the prince to try and make his escape.
With great skill and agility, Yoochun ran and picked up his sword then sprinted in the direction of the orb. He grabbed it and headed for the bamboo forest. The dragon, still recovering from her release, realized what was happening and came between the prince and his escape route.
“I’ve earned it. I have the right to claim it.”
The dragon scowled at him.
“I defeated you in battle. I could have killed you, but I let you live. Go now, but you must leave the orb.”
Yoochun pointed his sword at the dragon.
“You said I could have it if I took it from you. I have succeeded.”
The mireu bowed her head. The human was right.
“Very well. Take it. Go now before I change my mind.”
The prince backed away from the dragon, not taking any chances. The creature watched with its golden eyes as Prince Yoochun melted into the forest.
Epilogue
The Yeouiju brought great wealth and knowledge to Prince Yoochun and enabled him to rule his country wisely and fairly. But despite his reign of prosperity and peace, he was often set upon by melancholy thoughts. As he stared out into the moonlit sky his sadness was echoed by the pitiful cry of a solitary she-dragon; the great mireu which mourned the loss of her human lover.
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: smut, AU, Fantasy, Angst
Length: one shot
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe
Pairings: Yoochun x OC
Warnings: I’ve never done anything like this before. Hopefully no one is offended by this. I don’t know why I am writing this; it came to me in a dream and I was rather disturbed. Sometimes I just have to write this stuff down. Because of the graphic nature of this story, I have created what I think is a new “genre.” I could be wrong. Henceforth, I shall call this “Mythical Bestiality.”
I’ve also tried to make this seem as realistic as possible. Dragons, as far as we know, do not, nor did they ever exist. I wanted to make the Dragon very similar to an Asian dragon. I did some research and found a very interesting legend about Korean dragons on Wikipedia.
The young Prince donned his armor and set upon his quest. Leaving his family, friends and subjects behind, he sought the legendary mireu; the four toed dragon. This beast was said to have in its possession, the Yeouiju, the dragon orb. Whoever obtained this dragon orb would acquire great power. The young prince travelled many leagues until he came upon the dragon’s lair.
The forest was thick with bamboo; the green stalks reaching high above his head. A breeze blew by; bamboo swaying this way and that. This copse of bamboo surrounded the dragon’s lair; lush and green, water fell from a cliff face, forming a pool laden with floating lotus flowers. Within this Eden of flora and fauna, the beast was well hidden from all intruders. But our Prince was no ordinary traveler. The legend of the mireu had been passed down to him from generations before. He memorized the story told to him in childhood; every twist and turn of the trail ingrained in his head. Many had tried to find the sacred grotto of the four toed dragon; none had returned. He vowed to be the first; the hero that would slay the dragon and obtain the Yeouiju.
Silently he tread, peeking through the thicket of bamboo to spy upon the legendary creature. He swallowed hard as he saw the great beast. It was a terrible sight, and yet it was not as he expected it to be. Its size was impressive, but it was not frighteningly massive. The dragon’s body was long and lean like a serpent; it’s head large and crowned with horns. It slumbered; body coiled up like a snake. The sun’s rays penetrated the bamboo canopy; illuminating the brightly colored green scales. Its snout lay across its folded limbs while large paws with menacing claws at the end grasp the sacred Yeouiju; the blood red orb glowing in the afternoon light.
An unexpected gust of wind passed through the stalks of bamboo; it blew across the sleeping dragon, causing the beast to awaken. The Prince stepped back into the trees and waited. The mireu blinked; its golden eyes adjusting to its surroundings. A paw nonchalantly wiped the sleep from its eyes. The dragon inhaled deeply, then froze; its golden eyes growing wide. With nostrils flared, the creature sniffed the air. A familiar scent floated upon the breeze. The dragon narrowed its eyes; a low growl emanating from deep within its throat.
The Prince suppressed a gasp as the dragon spoke.
“There’s no use hiding from me human,” the creature whispered, its voice not deep and booming, but soft and gentle, like a mother calling for its wayward child.
“I can smell you. Come forward. Let me look at you.”
The Prince summoned up all his courage, and with sword drawn, he approached the mireu.
With his weapon gripped tightly in his hand, the Prince stood his ground and waited for the dragon to attack him.
“You’ve come for the Yeouiju, I see.”
The Prince was taken aback by the dragon’s voice; smooth like silk.
“I am…”
“A Prince,” the dragon interrupted. “Your armor is costly; your weapon forged by a great craftsman and your garment is made of the finest cloth.”
“My name is Yoochun.”
The dragon bowed its head.
“I am honored to meet you, Prince Yoochun. The Prince found himself bowing to the dragon, despite the ridiculousness of the situation. He was here to kill the creature and bring back the dragon orb. Diplomacy was wasted at a time like this.
The Prince decided to be blunt with the creature.
“Give me the dragon’s orb and no harm will come to you, you have my word.”
The dragon laughed, mocking the prince.
“You can have it, if you can take it from me”
The dragon stood up; its posture more intimidating than its size. It tossed the orb in the air and caught it effortlessly in its claws. The mireu played with its treasure as if it were a toy; batting it this way and that between its paws as a cat might with a hapless rodent.
Annoyed with the dragon’s teasing, the prince charged the creature with intent to do it bodily harm. The dragon kicked the orb out of the way and easily blocked the sword blow. The creature avoided every hack and slash of Yoochun’s blade; the prince relentlessly attacking the dragon, not once stopping to catch his breath. The dragon was impressed with the human’s skill and took no chances. While greater in size than the prince, the dragon knew its underbelly was vulnerable to the human’s blade. Showing no signs of fatigue, the prince carried on his attack, the dragon easily defending itself.
“I tire of these games human. You can’t defeat me.”
The dragon whipped its tail, knocking the prince to the ground. He staggered to his feet, only to be smacked again, this time so hard his weapon was forced from his hand. Yoochun scrambled after it, only to be stopped in his tracks by a paw against his chest. The prince cried out in pain as pressure from the mireu’s paw pressed him into the ground. The creature’s claws dug into the dirt, encasing the prince’s body. He struggled against the grasp to no avail. He gasped for breath as the dragon easily lifted him in its clutches, bringing his body into the air.
The dragon’s golden orbs stared at its prey; Yoochun narrowing his dark, almond eyes in defiance. The prince swallowed hard as the dragon licked its lips; its long tongue flickering out to taste the human’s flesh.
“You taste good, my prince,” the dragon hissed, its tongue surprisingly gentle, lapping up the sweat from Yoochun’s neck.
The prince’s heart hammered hard and fast inside his chest. He prayed for a quick death; being swallowed whole preferable to being ripped apart limb from limb.
The dragon inhaled the Prince’s scent and shuddered.
“You smell good too,” the creature whispered, its hot breath blowing across Yoochun’s throat.
The prince gritted his teeth.
“If I am so tasty, why don’t you eat me?”
The dragon laughed at the prince.
“Eat you? You are so scrawny.”
A menacing claw poked his ribs, the sharpened end penetrating his armor and cutting his skin. He winced as the claw sank deeper; blood seeping through his silks.
“Bastard,” the prince growled as the blood flow intensified, the dragon’s claw digging into his side.
“I believe the word you are looking for is bitch.”
Armor and cloth were shredded in an instant; the prince’s naked body exposed to the afternoon air.
In that moment the prince stared into the golden eyes of the mireu and realized his mistake. The dragon was female.
“Fuck me,” Yoochun mumbled, his words easily heard by his captor.
“Is that an invitation human?”
The prince’s back arched as the dragon licked his bare chest.
“What?”
The dragon nuzzled the human, her skin strangely soft and supple. Yoochun shivered; not from cold, but in fear. He wasn’t quite sure what the dragon had in mind.
“You are so lovely,” she moaned, her mouth opened lightly, her fangs gently scraping across his ribs.
“This isn’t happening,” Yoochun repeated under his breath as the dragon continued to caress him.
He found himself on the ground, released from her clutches. He forgot his pain as panic set in. He lay still; too afraid to move. The mireu’s tongue swirled around his nipples. Yoochun whimpered like a puppy as the dragon continued to torment him; his skin flushed and prickled with heat. He cursed himself as the tender buds stiffened beneath the dragon’s slender tongue.
A silent “no” escaped his lips as the dragon dragged her skillful tongue further south.
“Wait,” he cried out to her, “you must stop. I know what you are trying to do but it’s not possible. I’m human and you are an animal.”
The dragon paused and stared him down.
“We are all animals, my prince,” she purred.
Yoochun’s chest was heaving; a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin.
“But, don’t you have a mate?” he asked the mireu.
The dragon sat upon her haunches and shook her head.
“I am young, like you.”
The prince propped himself on his elbows and stared at the creature before him.
“How young are you? The stories that have been told go back centuries.”
The dragon sighed.
“There has always been a dragon here; my mother before me and her mother. We have always been here.”
The prince shook his head and tried to understand the dragon’s words.
“Then surely there are still males. You will find one soon enough. He will be more suitable than I. Kill me or give me the orb. The choice is yours.”
“I have already made my choice.”
The dragon curled her lips back into a smile; fangs gleaming in the sun light. She growled once more and flicked her long, serpent like tongue out at the young prince. He groaned as she licked his wound clean then proceeded to finish what she had started.
Yoochun prayed for divine guidance as the mireu’s clawed digits spread his legs apart; the forked tongue sliding between his thighs. Within moments he was covered with her saliva; his body twitching out of control; his brain trying to make sense of the situation. Feeling like he was going to pass out; he forced breath out of his mouth. Closing his eyes, the prince tried to calm his racing heart; but the dragons tongue was relentless; invading his body; doing things to him that he did not believe were possible. Even more distressing was the realization that his length had become rigid and heavy; a willing slave of the dragon’s skillful tongue.
The mireu continued to sweep her tongue across Yoochun’s arousal; the prince mewling in delight despite his anger and frustration. The forked end swept across the tip of his sex; the dragon shuddering as she tasted the fluid which began to form there.
“You are close,” she whispered to him, her voice seductive and low.
“Fuck you,” he screamed at the dragon as her tongue wrapped itself around his width, coating it with a heavy gloss of saliva.
His guts twisted; back arching high as her tongue twisted and turned around his girth, sending a ripple effect through his body he could no longer ignore. He screamed at the top of his lungs and thrust his hips forward as the dragon’s serpent-like tongue brought him to completion.
Trembling like a leaf; Yoochun lay upon the ground shedding bitter tears as the dragon licked him clean; the beast quivering in ecstasy as she tasted his milky white seed.
“Bitch,” he cursed at her. “Filthy animal.”
The dragon chortled.
“This filthy animal just gave you immeasurable pleasure. No human female can do what I have done.”
The dragon coiled her long, lean body around the Prince and began to rub her underbelly against his bare skin. She mimicked the earlier actions of her tongue; twisting and turning around his torso; rubbing up and down across his sex which grew hard once more.
“Touch me,” she entreated him, and with shaking hands, Yoochun caressed the soft underside of the dragon’s body. He raked his nails across the green scales of her back; the mireu nipping playfully at him in response. He could feel her heart pounding through her skin and it made his own pulse race. Her skin was cool, but he knew that on the inside she was on fire. Small, incomprehensible noises escaped her lips; her golden eyes narrowed until they were nothing more than slits of burnished yellow. Her teeth and fangs clattered together as she fell deeper and deeper into oblivion.
Yoochun gasped as the dragon mounted him; her inner juices drenching him as she writhed up and down his length. He doubt he could truly satisfy her; she was so much bigger than he was; yet the mireu seemed lost in her own little world; not caring that the scrawny human beneath her was no match for a full grown male dragon.
“Love me,” she begged the prince. “Make me come.”
“Good God in Heaven,” the prince mumbled as his hands rubbed beneath the dragon’s tail as she continued to ride him.
Her tail began to vibrate; rattle like a snake. A thunderous roar burst forth from the dragon’s mouth; head shaking; nostrils flared and snorting as her release came. She uncoiled herself from him and slithered away, only to writhe upon the ground in a frenzied dance; claws digging into the dirt; tail thumping hard and violently. She staggered backwards and collapsed; body quaking for several minutes.
When it was over, human and dragon stared at each other in silence.
The prince spotted the dragon orb in the corner of his eye; but he had to find his weapon first. The dragon was exhausted, and it would be a good time for the prince to try and make his escape.
With great skill and agility, Yoochun ran and picked up his sword then sprinted in the direction of the orb. He grabbed it and headed for the bamboo forest. The dragon, still recovering from her release, realized what was happening and came between the prince and his escape route.
“I’ve earned it. I have the right to claim it.”
The dragon scowled at him.
“I defeated you in battle. I could have killed you, but I let you live. Go now, but you must leave the orb.”
Yoochun pointed his sword at the dragon.
“You said I could have it if I took it from you. I have succeeded.”
The mireu bowed her head. The human was right.
“Very well. Take it. Go now before I change my mind.”
The prince backed away from the dragon, not taking any chances. The creature watched with its golden eyes as Prince Yoochun melted into the forest.
Epilogue
The Yeouiju brought great wealth and knowledge to Prince Yoochun and enabled him to rule his country wisely and fairly. But despite his reign of prosperity and peace, he was often set upon by melancholy thoughts. As he stared out into the moonlit sky his sadness was echoed by the pitiful cry of a solitary she-dragon; the great mireu which mourned the loss of her human lover.