Casually, it pulled the lance out of a bony shoulder, gushing
forth blood. A good hit but his magic healed it quickly. And,
as it healed the wound, the dragon began to shrink, becoming just
more than half again her size.

With another crunch it ripped off her breast plate exposing her
heaving chest beneath the leather jerkin she wore, slicked with
her sweat.

“Ahhhh,” said the dragon, “I like a woman who can appreciate the
caress of leather.”

With a single talon he slit the jerkin open and stood there eying
her beautiful breasts. They had been compressed behind the
jerkin but now they burst forth, sweat and a few beads of blood
rolled down her cleavage.

She lowered her visor and lance and spurred the horse forward.
Over the rise it lay, every joint plated, many sharp spurs covering it, razor sharp teeth filling its mouth. And it was regarding her. She charged. The lance struck home and she was hurtled
from her mount. With a glance from the dragon the stallion froze
- a statue. She tumbled to the base of another statue, that of a
naked woman and shuddered, wondering. Suddenly the thing’s
massive paw pinned her to the ground in her armor. The jaws
closed around the helm and ripped, freeing her long hair. The
dragon stopped, regarding her with a gleam in its eye.

She passed a field with a mare in it. From the way the stallion
pranced she guessed that the mare was in heat. The thought of
the stallion being tormented by the mare caused her to smile.
Shades of her teasing many a man with her own sexuality. As she
drew closer she realized that it smelled as bad as the stallion,
ending the comparison right there.

Soon she came upon a scene of great beauty – gold strewn about
the mountain – works of art scattered carelessly – the dragon’s
horde. Out daring any to even touch it. Gnawed bones and shat-
tered armor showed what fate befell those attempting to claim
that horde.

I began to explode, unable to contain him as his power
spurted forth into me, coating me for faster, more powerful
thrusts and explosions. My every cell was inundated with his
lust, heated to white-hot, until I could take it no more and lost
consciousness.

I awoke the next day, and knew that now, I was truly a
Templar. I felt the power of the demonseed filling me, and knew
that I could release it at will, that I had the true power within
me, and I was Baphomet’s, now and forever.

“Is this Brad Carson?” The voice asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I’ve been watching how you’re into alien bestiality with that
cat and YOU’RE SICK!” he said, hanging up.

I blew up. What the snippy little queen didn’t realize was that
I made enough money to afford one of those phone attachments that
display the number of whomever is calling you. I dialed him
right back.

“Listen you gutless faggot,” I said when he answered, “why don’t
you take your anger out on whoever made you so hostile instead of
dumping on other gay people? Go home and beat up the bullies in
your school yard or your parents if they abused you. Take up
martial arts training if you aren’t able to do it now.”

“Fuck you,” a snippy-sounding voice replied.

“You can say ‘fuck you’ for the rest of the evening,” I snapped
back, “and it won’t change the fact that you’re no better than a
straight bigot who makes obscene phone calls to gays. If you
ever wonder what motivates them to go out of their way to hurt
someone who hasn’t done anything to them, you only have to look
at yourself. Well, if it takes fear of the straights to keep
some of you faggot snips civil, I’m letting you know that I’m
just as capable as a straight guy of giving you a busted lip if
you mouth off to me.” I hung up with a bang.

He leaned over and licked my ear as we crushed out the remains of
our cigars. I shivered and jerked as the cold fire shot through
me once again. Kontar’s licking my ear was turning out to be a
sure way of driving me wild. I had once had a domestic cat lick
my ear and it had sent the same electric shiver through me, but
not as strongly as this! Kontar continued licking my ear while I
writhed in his unbreakable grip. “Your dinner was wonderful,” he
purred in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt. “But now the real
fun begins. I don’t think we’ll have any problem entertaining each
other for the rest of the evening, do you?”

My cock was twitching uncontrollably by the time he got my pants
off. I shot into him as soon as his tongue rasped over it. He
held me down while I struggled vainly to get away from a pleasure
so powerful I couldn’t stand it. I was weak and trembling by the
time the final delicious spasm shot out of my balls. We contin-
ued to make love through the night. Fortunately, my inability to
come as often as he did did not matter since he loved to fuck and
could go on for long periods of time before cumming. Eventually,
he even let me take him in his tight, feline ass. The feel of
his furry asshole around my cock was sublime.

“How would your own people feel about your proclivities?” I
asked. “I didn’t know how your culture might feel about gays
when I approached you last night.”

“Our culture has no problem with it,” he answered. “Of course,
as a prince of the royal house, I am expected to produce sons of
my own to carry on the royal line. But there is a lesbian prin-
cess I know, a second cousin. We have agreed that we will marry
when the time comes and that she will receive my sperm by artifi-
cial insemination. No one will care what we do outside our
marriage as long as the next generation of Taurids comes along.”

Horny babes get punished

I sucked on that cat cock for dear life while the ecstatic tor-
ment shot through me from my crotch. Several times he stopped
tonguing to lightly nick my meat with his teeth-not hard enough
to cut the skin but strong enough to prick it-driving me even
wilder.

I took a final admiring sideglance at the contrast between my
wavy blond hair and his black silky fur before I made my move. I
had to look up as I spoke since he had six inches in height on
me. “Did you pick this bar for any special reason?” I asked,
trying to make my voice sound casual.

My cock had sprung to attention as soon as I saw him, thrusting
urgently against the imprisoning fabric of my suit trousers, but
I realized I had to feel him out carefully. I knew nothing about
how his culture felt about gays and, while those claws on his
hands and feet might look like human toenails and fingernails, I
knew that they could extend out into three-inch long scimitars
that could disembowel a man in less than a second. Those power-
ful feline muscles alone could literally tear a human in two.
And those long canine teeth in his mouth could sever my head from
my body in a matter of seconds.