As soon as she said go, you knew that there was no way you would honestly be able to reach that distance before she was upon you, so you dived to the left into a pile of coins. This took her entirely by surprise, and she tackled the cold, hard ground. You desperately looked for anything that could help you in the pile of gold rubbish. Coins, necklaces, a vase or two, rubies, diamonds, nothing, and then you found it. You grabbed the hilt of a small sword just as Erika grabbed onto your ankle and yanked you out.
You lay on your back, your armed hand still hidden under the dragon's wealth, staring up into the vicious eyes of your captor. She grinned a victorious grin, and you became unsure of your ability to win this game under her withering gaze. "Well would you look at that. Dumb human didn't even make it an inch, typical, but expected." She rolled her eyes and sat down on your chest with all her monstrous weight, crushing any air you had out of you. "It's really a shame, I know a whole family of pandas not from here. You could've made it in a day if you went straight west. They would've loved you. Instead you went straight back into my captivity." She drove the point in with a rough bounce on your chest, causing quite the cough from your little body.
Erika giggled as if she wasn't a century old dragon, but a little school girl. A toe rose to your face, danced its way across, and eventually returning to its original perch next your ear. It's unpleasant fragrance wafted up to your nose, causing utter discomfort on a primal level. She watched all this emotion play across your eyes with a far off, lustful look. Then, in a flash, the toe was brought back, this time the whole foot came with it. It completely encompassed your face, drowning out anything from the outside world when combined with the other foot, when she so graciously added.
No air came to you untainted, and her feet dripped of sweat from the heated chamber that they made around your face. Smelly, salty, and overall putrid beads of her work made their way down onto your face, flooding whatever crevices they found. Erika took full pleasure in this, you could feel her restlessness upon your chest, and her iron gripped hands relaxed themselves upon your legs. She grinded into your stomach, causing you to heave and take in even more of her stench than you would ever want.
You sputter and cough, muffled by the fleshy walls of her scaled feet, really just glorified slabs of meat. Reality starts to fade out, the noxious gasses are finally winning, when suddenly she removes herself completely from your now very worn out body. You take greedy gasps of air, vowing never to take clean oxygen for granted again. She stand over you, each leg straddling a different side of your torso, idly watching you get reoriented after your extended torture. "We can't use you all up in just a couple of minutes can we? After all, I'm looking very forward to tonight." A leg lifts, an ankle stretched, and your crotch stroked. You jump at the suddenness of her advance, to which she decided to ignore and bends down. "Give your master a kiss and maybe I'll forgive you for trying to leave. Maybe." A flicker of hatred appears in her eye, disappearing just as fast as it came.
The moment the beast above you leans in for her kiss, you lean up and give her a passionate surprise. She rapidly blinks in confusion, you just shattered her idea of this being torture for you, and you take advantage of that. You sling your unhidden arm around her shoulder and pull her in for another, which she blindly accepts in this new romantical world unfolding before her. You feel almost bad for what you're about to do, but just as you pull her in you throw your concealed arm into the air. Gold bits fly everywhere, and Erika foolishly takes this as a gesture of love. Her heart, completely misguided by your false courtings, receives the end of a blade as her eyes watch the coins dash upwards towards the ceiling of the dim cave.
As soon as you break contact, her head whips around to face you. The fate of this dragon is well known to Erika, for she seeks no revenge in her last moments. You push away from the quickly fading behemoth before her corpse crushes you and stand up amongst the centuries old gold. You quickly gather what you can, your sword and a basic set of armor, before preparing to embark. You take one last glance at the fire breathing reptile and touch your scar, a permanent reminder of the underside of her foot. Hey, maybe if the other monsters smell dragon on you they won't take you as their own. That's a positive thought and with that, you head out into the mountainside.
The coldness of the high peaks tear into your being, quickly sapping you of energy. You're nowhere near the top, nor nowhere near the bottom. You hold your tunic close to your face and begin your track East, away from the panda family in the west. After an hour or so this purposeless wandering in the barren rocks of this frozen wasteland, what do your hear.
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