The Dragon's Maid (Patreon Exclusive Story)

Hey y'all!  Since you voted for me to write more of The Dragon's Five Courses, I decided to write a prequel! This is set back when Sarah and Marianna were dating exclusively, before the events of that story.

Let me know if you want me to write similar works for Marianna's relationships with the other characters.  Enjoy!

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When Marianna put the maid outfit in my hands, my face instantly reddened. 

The two of us had checked into a hotel for the night: Marianna had brought the outfit, I brought all the other supplies.  We’d been talking about doing this on and off for /weeks/--I came at the fantasy, multiple times.   

And now, we were going to do it for real. 

“Sarah?” 

I looked up.  Marianna was staring at me with a concerned look.  The dragoness put a hand on my cheek, and I leaned into it, my fur brushing against her scales.  “We can go as fast or as slow as you want, babe,” Marianna said.  “Do you want to do this?” 

I gulped.  I looked down at the outfit again, then back at Marianna.  What if I-- 

No.  Enough doubting.  I wasn’t wrong for wanting this—and I was going to have some fucking fun. 

“I’m ready,” I said, nodding.  “I-I might have to back out midway.  We’ll see.” 

Marianna nodded, and leaned in for a kiss.  I received it, and felt her soft lips against mine, sunk into her hand as it cradled my neck.  Then we released, and the dragoness smiled.  “Like I said, fast or slow as you want, babe.  You know the safeword.” 

I nodded.  “Let me go get changed.” 

Marianna nodded, and I saw that familiar smirk on her face, the one that lit up whenever formalities ended, and intimacies begun.  “I’ll be waiting,” she purred, sitting on the bed. 

I ducked inside the bathroom, closing the door softly.  Looking into the mirror, I saw my nervous feline face—but also a passionate light in my eyes.  Yeah, I was ready.  This was going to be good. 

I slipped out of my dress, letting the flowery fabric fall to the floor.  Then I changed into the maid’s outfit.  First, white sleeves and a black front slipped over my breasts, tightening me as the inside came over my hips and stomach: there was a corset-like material in there, which flattered my figure and made me look absolutely scrumptious.  Then the too-short skirt, which stopped just beneath my balls and cock, and the apron, which went down to my knees.  Finally, I slipped on the lace headpiece, and pure white gloves, letting myself feel the final pieces of fabric as I finished the dress-up. 

It was done.  I looked into the mirror, and saw a meek maid staring back, her eyes already submissive and ready for punishment.  I took a breath, and stepped out of the bathroom. 

“MAID!” 

Marianna’s terse voice made me jump, and I turned to her.  “Yes, my dragon?” I asked quietly. 

“I require meals—you haven’t been feeding me well, have you, you incompetent slut?”  At that word being thrown at me, I blushed crimson, and a boner was starting to peek through my outfit.  “Get me some food—or else.”  At this, Marianna’s stomach let out a loud growl, hinting at my fate. 

“Right away, my dragon!”  I said.  I rushed to the room’s refrigerator, and pulled out a large tray, filled with grapes and cheese cubes.  “An appetizer for you, master,” I announced, bringing it to her. 

“Good,” Marianna snapped, grabbing some grapes.  “I’m famished.” 

At this, she picked up a grape and licked her lips, looking up at me with a smirk.  I watched as the food went between her luxurious lips, into that beautiful maw, and was gulped down, into that eager stomach.  Then another piece of food repeated the process—oh fuck, filling her up like this made my boner even more visible, and my cock went rock hard. 

Marianna reached down with one hand and wrapped it around my eager member, stroking it in just the right ways.  With her other hand, she took in food, slipping in grapes and cheese slowly, so I could see it all.  I could even hear her stomach growl as it took in the sustenance, and the thought that I would be among it if I didn’t feed her enough—that took me over the edge. 

I came with a loud moan, my cum shooting right into my dragon’s waiting hand.  She grinned, and brought it up to her face, dipping the final grapes and cheese with my cum and then gulping it down.  “Delicious,” the dragoness purred, lapping up her hand. 

Then her smile faded.  “But not enough,” she snapped.  “I need more food, maid!  Get me some!” 

“Yes, my dragon!” I said, still catching my breath.  I reached into the refrigerator and brought out a large turkey leg.  “The main course,” I announced, holding it out to her. 

Marianna snatched it from me, and messily dug in.  This feeding was chaotic, as bits of turkey flew everywhere, even splashing against my clothes and bare skin, as the dragoness fiercely ate her meal.  I was still recovering from the last encounter, but seeing this turned me on in a different way, as I watched each piece of meat get shoved into her maw, gulped down, and travel to her stomach, fattening up my master. 

It was finished all too soon.  When the turkey leg was bare, Marianna snapped the bone in half and threw both pieces in her mouth, chewing them up and gulping with a flourish.  “Not enough, maid!” she yelled at me.  “Give me more!” 

“O-Of course,” I stammered.  I reached into the fridge, and pulled out a bowl of ice cream.  “Your desert,” I announced. 

Marianna snatched it from me, and began lapping it up.  Instead of using a spoon, she let her tongue reach out and take in the ice cream.  I watched as the organ licked in the food, swirled it around the maw for tasting, and then gulped it down.  I imagined the food piling in Marianna’s belly, making her content and full. 

But not full enough. 

After she finished the ice cream, Marianna tossed the bowl aside and turned to me.  “Next course, maid!” she ordered. 

“There isn’t any more!” I said.  “That was all the food!” 

For a moment, the dragoness’s face lit up in anger.  But then, a cruel smile entered her face.  “Are you sure that was all of it?” 

“What do you mean?  I--” 

“Because I see a tasty morsel in front of me,” Marianna said, grinning.  “Strip.  Now.” 

“N-No. . .”  But even as I resisted, my hands reached for my outfit and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside.  “I have served you faithfully for so long,” I said fearfully, pulling of my gloves and taking off my lace headpiece.  “Please don’t eat me!” 

“Think of this as punishment,” Marianna said.  “I will certainly enjoy you, maid.  I’ve smelled your flavor from afar—and wondered what it would taste like inside of me. 

“Now, hold out your hands!” 

“I don’t--”  Even as I spoke I was obeying, stretching out my hands toward my master’s glistening maw.  I watched in horror as it opened wide, wider, wider than I’d ever seen before.  Sharp teeth covered in drool greeted me, and a tongue reached out to lick my fingers—then, the mouth snatched me up, and gulped quickly.  Suddenly, I was inside. 

I was surrounded by darkness and drool.  Wet spit dripped all over me, on my fur and skin, and I could feel my hands sealed in Marianna’s tight throat.  A loud, “Mmmmm!  Yes!” echoed around me as Marianna tasted me.  She loved my flavor—which meant I was headed for my doom. 

More quick gulps, and I was thrown into the throat, squeezed on all sides by my master’s esophagus.  So this is what food felt when it was put inside her: tight, wet, and dreading what was next.  I could feel my hands entering a larger space, and I heard growling below.  No . . . 

/Slurp!  Gulp!/  I was shoved down, down, and /pop/!  I was in that larger space, and it was growling loudly at my entrance.  My hands could feel gooey mush below: Marianna’s previous food, piling up down in her belly.  And I was now among them, nothing more than a meal, no longer an independent person. 

/Gulp!/  My face was shoved face-first into the food pile, and my body was following very close behind—soon, I’d be force to curl up in here as her belly ran out of room, and expanded in size.  Above, my dick was entering Marianna’s mouth, and she cruelly teased it, poking it just right with her tongue and moving it with her lips. 

I moaned in pleasure—then stopped, feeling guilty.  Could my master hear me in here?  Fuck it, it was the last piece of pleasure I was going to get; might as well enjoy it. 

I let out loud cries as Marianna played with my penis, poking and prodding at her toy at every angle.  Finally, I came on her tongue, squirting cum into her mouth.  She simply swallowed it down with me, just flavor for the meal.  

I was all curled up inside of my master, with only my feet waiting to take the plunge, but the pile of food below made it hard to sit down properly.  It moved and gurgled as it digested beneath me, and I knew soon I would be next. 

Then, the final swallow.  Marianna sucked in my feet like spaghetti, and then, it was over.  My feet joined me in the stomach below, and I was all curled up inside: my presence made her belly poke outwards, with a huge, visible bulge that would, no doubt, digest away very soon.  The food below me only added insult to injury, reminding me of the offense that got me in here, making it terribly hard to sit properly inside, and reminding me that I would be the next to digest. 

“Ahh, you were delicious, maid,” Marianna purred above, and her belly growled loudly.  “The best part of the meal, by far.  I only wish I could eat you again—but now we must say goodbye.  Any last words, meat?” 

“You don’t have to do this, my dragon!” I called out.  “You can spit me out!” 

“Afraid not,” Marianna said.  “You’re too tasty to spit back out—and I like you right where you are. 

“Goodbye.” 

There was a long silence as we both settled in.  Then Marianna—the real one, not the roleplay one—asked, “So, was it everything you hoped for, babe?” 

“Oh yeah,” I panted, still very much in subspace.  “Thank you, my dragon.” 

“I’m glad.”  I could hear Marianna smiling.  “I’ll spit you out in a few minutes—you'll have to shower, for sure.” 

I smiled, and closed my eyes.  I wanted to enjoy my final moments inside her belly. 

Because this had been everything I’d wanted.