Green Bush Erotica Volume 7
Green Bush Erotica
Volume 7
by Elliot Silvestri
Collection copyright © 2015 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
In the Knight’s Bedroom, Aren’t You Curious, The Milk Producers Collective, and Upon The Nipples of Julia’s Breast copyright © 2014 by Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Table of Contents
Upon The Nipples of Julia’s Breast
In the Knight’s Bedroom
Or
Never Fuck a Sleeping Dragon
Draco dormiens nunquam a futuo
Never fuck a sleeping dragon
Chapter One
The knight swung the sword as hard as he could, smashing it down on the slumbering dragon’s neck, attempting to sever the head from the body in one fatal and swift blow.
The sword shattered on the beast’s long red neck and its eye popped open. The knight jumped back in alarm. It had been sleeping so peacefully that the knight had been certain he could do this. The day was sunny and bright. The dragon was dozing in the warm sunshine on the large flat rock outside the cave that was obviously its lair.
Strangely the dragon didn’t seem all that perturbed by the knight’s ineffective attack. It slowly rose up as the knight shrank away to half hide in against the outcropping of rock that bordered the cave’s opening. Bits of shattered steel tinkled to the ground and the horse-sized monster fixed the knight with a withering glare. When the dragon opened its mouth the knight expected to die in an inferno of dragon fire. Instead it asked, “Were you really trying to kill me?”
Despite himself and his fear, the knight managed to warble out, “Y-y-y-yes.”
“You know,” said the dragon, “that’s not going to work unless you have a magic sword. Or spear. Or a nice magic axe. Those are very rare. Dragons are all but immortal. You can’t kill a dragon with a plain steel sword.”
“M-m-m-maybe I have a magic dagger in my boot I’ll kill you with!” Despite his bravado the dragon wasn’t impressed with the knight.
The dragon sniffed the air. “No. I don’t smell any magic on you.” The dragon’s eyes narrowed and focused on the knight’s heart. “You are no threat to me. What is your name, man?”
“Sir Tarant,” he answered.
“And why are you trying to kill me, an innocent dragon having a nice nap in the warm sunshine.”
“It’s a knight’s job to kill dragons.” Even Sir Tarant didn’t sound convinced of his lie.
“No it’s not,” the dragon countered. “The king’s huntsmen are supposed to kill the beasts and monsters that infiltrate the kingdom. Knights are supposed to woo ladies, fight in tournaments, and cause problems in the court.” Its eyes narrowed to the tiniest of slits. “Tell me the truth.”
“My lady promised to marry me if I could slay a dragon like the true knights of old.”
The dragon regarded Sir Tarant a moment longer and then burst into growling laughter that caused the armor-clad knight to clamp his steel gauntlets over his ears and pray for silence. “Oh, that’s an interesting tale. Do tell.”
His eyes bulged at her. “You want me to tell me why I tried to kill you?” He automatically accepted the fact that dragons could talk; it was harder to understand why a dragon would want to know a knight’s motivation in dragocide.
“It’s terribly boring up here on my mountain. Amuse me and maybe I won’t kill you.”
“O-o-o-okay,” Tarant stuttered. “Um, it’s really not much more complicated than what I already told you. As I said, my lady promised to marry me if I could kill a dragon and bring her the head.”
“She sounds like an awful person,” the dragon said reproachfully. “Who would want to kill a dragon? And by the way you say it I ...