Finally, you reached the peak of Mount Asphoria. As far as you can see, snow-covered mountains litter the landscape below you and not a single cloud is in the sky. Despite the excellent visibility, you can’t find what you’re looking for; the caravan that you were promised by that damned goblin to get you out of those frozen hellhole. No matter, you think. If you just keep going north you should be able to eventually get out. As you’re climbing down the mountain, you trip on a rock that you couldn’t see, and tumble down. You eventually stop outside of an inconspicuous looking cave, and pass out.

As you finally come to your senses, a splitting headache overwhelms you, and you notice that someone, or something in the cave probably dragged you in. You feel a cold breathe on the back of your neck and slowly look behind you, expecting imminent death. Low and behold, death was looking right at you. A light-blue wyvern was looking directly at you, although it didn’t seem like it wanted to eat you. It opens its mouth, but instead of tearing you to little pieces, it speaks. “Good evening, stranger.” You are simply astonished. The wyvern has a feminine voice and you’re still in one piece. You quickly stutter, “Hello Mrs. Wyvern, I’m not here to kill you or rob you. I just want to go home.” “Oh no,” says the wyvern. “You wouldn’t last an hour out there in the shape you’re in right now. Stay here for a bit and rest here.” She insists. You agree, she’s probably right.

She hands you a half-eaten leg of a goat and turns away. “Eat up and try to rest, I have some errands to run.” She says, flying out of the cave. There’s probably no diseases you can pick up from an icy wyvern you think to yourself, and try to enjoy your… meal. A few hours pass, and she finally returns, with some books tucked tightly under her wings. She tosses them to the side and walks up to you “Sorry about that human, I just had to get this wonderful collection of novels.” “Anyways you seem to be strong enough to stand on your own out there, you’re free to go whenever human.” She says, motioning to the cavern entrance. I suppose it is time for me to leave, you think. One wouldn’t want to anger a beast of her size after all.

As you exit the cave, you look behind you. The wyvern is lying on her pile of books, but is still watching you. You yell “Thank you for the hospitality, wyvern.” As you wave goodbye, you immediately regret your decision. The waving of a hand amongst most reptilians is a sign of sexual submission. She immediately gets up with a startled expression and says “Human… I never thought you would think of me that way…” she says with a seductive tone. “Well I suppose after all the help I’ve given you today, I suppose you would want something in return.” She flies in front of you blocking your path and leans towards you “For centuries I have been living here in solitude, you have no idea how lonely it is here in Icewrack.” She says desperately. The severity of your fuck-up now becomes painfully clear to you. Not only did you unintentionally show courting postures towards a desperate wyvern, but its also mating season for her kind.

You take a step back, saying “Look wyvern, you’re a lovely girl and all but this is a big misunderstanding I have no intention to become your mate!” she picks you up with her mouth and tosses you back into the cave. She flies over to your now aching body before saying “You don’t have a choice here human, now don’t fight back or else this is going to be rather... inconvenient for you.” “Please don’t do this wyvern! I just want to go home!” you plead desperately, but it falls on deaf ears. She conjures multiple blocks of immovable ice on your arms and legs, as well as on your mouth to get you to stop talking. “This is your home now, human,” she says.

She rips off your pants and wraps her freezing cold forked tongue around your cock. As you look at her with a bewildered and terrified expression she giggles while continuing to suck your dick “If you keep struggling like that it’s not going to be as fun, human.” Her tongue is absolutely bone chilling, but having it wrap around your member and drool all over it feels kind of nice. Your dick, soaking wet from having a flying ice reptile dribbling all over it is now released from her frosty grip. She positions her rear end above your rock hard dick and looks at you dead in the eyes before whispering, “You’ve called winter down upon you.”

Lying there on the ground, completely at the mercy of the wyvern you accept your certain death. Even if you don’t die from the sex you’ll likely become this wyvern’s toy. You are immediately interrupted from your thoughts by a mildly painful smack from the wyvern’s tail. “Best to stay awake human, not everyone gets to mate with an Eldwurm.” she places her cold reptile pussy over you and puts your dick inside her. She lets out a loud shriek, clearly never experiencing the sensation of another man’s penis inside of her. Despite the rather frigid environment, your dick feels surprisingly warmer inside her, but not by much. “Ah, I’ve never felt this good!” she moans. Her legs do most of the work, thrusting against you repeatedly. With every thrust, her large wings flap blowing gusts of cold air over your face. Her tail slaps the ground with every thrust as well, occasionally smacking your leg in the process.

Although you expected your dick to contract frostbite upon ‘entering’ such a cold beast, it feels quite comfy inside. Not too chilly, and her tight pussy holds onto your member with an iron grip. How long would she keep this up? Until you pass out, until you die or until she gets bored of you and finally devours you? You wonder. She slows down her thrusting regiment slightly and leans in right into your face before saying with an exhausted tone “Looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself human. You know what just to show how nice of a girl I am; I’ll let you cum inside me. I’ve always wanted hatchlings of my own.” Could this day get any weirder? On second thought, you seriously question if going home is worth it anymore, when you could just live with someone who’s fanatically passionate about mating with you.

She returns to thrusting against your dick, harder then she had before. Clearly determined to bear your children, her orgasmic cries grow louder and louder echoing throughout the cave. You can’t help it anymore, and her efforts finally pay off as you are brought to your limit. As you’re cumming inside the wyvern she reaches her climax too. After thrusting into you one last time, she lets out one last moan before collapsing right beside you. The ice that was holding you in place finally thaws as the wyvern pulls you in towards you with her large wings. Exhausted from your mating session, both you and the wyvern fall asleep.

You eventually wake up, feeling rather groggy from last night in front of eight charcoal black eggs. They’re neatly bunched together; each egg is about half an arm’s length. Upon touching one of the eggs, you notice slight jolts of movement coming from inside. Taking your hand back in shock, you look around the new room you’re in. The bundle of eggs was placed in a small dugout hole, and there appear to be dozens more in this room. Clearly this was a nursery of some kind. At the entrance of the nursery, a small note is lying on the ground, clearly intended for you.