Having located the lair of the blue dragon Ulhartiki, a certain knight made his way into his lair, quiet as could be. He was hoping to catch the dragon while he was asleep, as he would be a great deal easier to kill, but instead, as he approached, he began to hear voices. They were speaking in the Northern language of the Vikings, which wasn't much of a surprise, as many of these Viking tribes were known to be members of dragon worshiping cults. As he get closer, he was able to see what was going on.
"My Lord Ulhartiki, we've brought you a slave as tribute," a very hairy, large man was saying. A giant axe was trapped to his back, and his armor was mainly mail. "Half Nereid, half mermaid. Captured at a young age, and raised to be the perfect pleasure slave for her master."
"I hope your training didn't involve pleasing others," the dragon growled, his aura of fear causing even the mighty viking warrior to quiver, "You know how much it would anger me to receive... used goods."
"N-nay, great master," the Viking said, "S-she was taught that her body belongs to her master alone, a-and we've ensured that her virginity has remained intact up until now, for you to defile as you see fit."
"Mmm.." the dragon glanced back at the girl in the cage, who the knight could now see as he drew a bit closer. The bottom half of the cage was full of sea water, and the lower half of her body was indeed that of a fish. He wondered how the dragon would even manage to physically mate with the woman, but then he remembered that not only could dragons shift into human form, but when a mermaid's fins were dried off, they became legs. The knight couldn't help but stare, but in doing so, managed to knock over a rock, alerting the dragon and the viking to his presence.
"Who goes there?" the dragon said, his head shooting in the knight's direction. "Come forth and face me, intruder!"
Well, his cover now blown, the knight stepped forth. "I've come to kill you, Ulhartiki," said the knight. "Too bad for you."
"I don't have time for this," the dragon growled. "Hrothgar, kill this intruder."
"Aye, m'lord," said the Viking, drawing forth his axe to confront the knight. The knight himself chuckled at the Viking and smirked. Well, he had heard about some of these Viking slavers, and this one certainly deserved to die. It was like killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.
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