Cold. Nothing but sheer cold is all you feel. As the only surviving member of the IWE, the Icewrack Winter Expedition you have an obligation to finish what your now dead comrades had started. Find out as much as possible about the mysterious and highly dangerous wyvern and kill it. This wyvern was particularly unique, as it was not interested in gold and other objects of materialistic value, but would steal books instead. Rumors floated around about what it was capable of. Swords being useless against conjured blocks of ice and maddening curses that turn friend into foe. As far as your eye can see, there is nothing but towering mountains & hills covered in almost half a meter of snow. And it just keeps on snowing… You look at your rations and see you only have about a week’s worth of food left if you skip supper. Clearly there has to be some kind of local game to hunt and kill so you could stay here for at least a month longer.

It’s almost nighttime, and you need to find shelter before the sun sets, as the cold will kill any man, which could leave your corpse open to being scavenged by wolves. You find the largest cave on the largest mountain you could see and quickly climb your way towards it. On the outside of the cave you see the half-rotting corpses of various animals that aren’t native to Icewrack. You might as well try your luck in here, since there aren’t any other forms of shelter that you can take from the unfathomable cold. As you enter, you notice that someone, or something formerly occupied it. Pages from various books litter the floor and small bones are left on the side, some with meat still hanging on it. That’s when it dawns on you. After almost half a year of searching the frozen wastelands of Icewrack you’ve finally found it. The lair of the Winter Wyvern that you were paid to study & kill.

It must be out of town, you think. It’s eerily quiet in the cave, with the exception of the echoes from your footsteps. You find a small room where you decide to camp out for the night. It’s extremely risky, but it’s not like you have any other option to survive the night. You set up camp in the empty room and try to fall asleep in the cold. Hours pass, and then you’re woken up suddenly by a cold prod to your head. As you lift your head slowly and open your eyes, a most inconvenient sight is in front of you. The wyvern is right in front of you, and looks VERY un-amused. Its breath gets all over your face, making your face slightly numb. Before you can get up it opens its mouth. “You’re a long way from your home, stranger.” You are thrown off-guard completely. The wyvern has a soothing, feminine voice, not like anything expected. Female dragons don’t usually go on raids after all. Clearly she was different In more ways than one.

“Uh hello wyvern. I come from a kingdom in the East to study and kill you.” You say quietly.

You are very clearly at a disadvantage here and there’s no way you can possibly get out of this unfrozen. While you are quietly saying your prayers, the wyvern backs off and says quietly “Finally…” this is really weird. The mighty Winter Wyvern, the terrorizer of all sorts of kingdoms is now sitting there in front of you, begging for death. As you begin to get up and get your weapons to finish off this pathetic excuse for a dragon, you ask her “You are the Winter Wyvern. There are countless villages and towns that fear your name and I’ve been paid quite handsomely to end you. Why does a beast of your reputation suddenly wish death?” the Winter Wyvern looks at you with a defeated look “I’m the last of the eldwurms. When I eventually go, there will be nobody left to work on the Eldwurm Eddas. There really is no point anymore.” This is almost too easy, you think to yourself. But as you lift your sword to this submissive dragon, something within you clicks suddenly. Here was an intelligent being, hoarding books and simply wishing for a better life. Perhaps despite your mission to kill her, you could spend some time to learn more about the clearly endangered wyvern.

You throw your sword to the side and bend down to the weeping wyvern “you will not die here or today. Let’s get you cleaned up and read the Eddas together.” The wyvern is visibly shocked by your sudden change of heart, and slowly crawls out of the room, motioning you to follow her. You follow her deeper into the cavern to find a massive pile of old books towering unfathomably high. “Hold on just a second here, I haven’t had any visitors in my roost in centuries.” She begins to push aside various unread books, eventually finding a small one in the pile. For a might eddas it isn’t very big you think. She begins quickly skimming through various pages and eventually stops. You try to lean over her wing to see what she’s reading but pushes you away. Before she does you get a quick glimpse of the book title. “Eldwurm infusion” sounds pretty normal, but it isn’t the eddas you are promised. After about 2 minutes of waiting, she finally closes the book and throws it on the pile. “Did you ever hear about Slyrak?” She enquires. You never even heard of such a name before, must be foreign you think. “He was an eldwurm just like me, and was slayed by a human knight. Before he died however, Slyrak granted him the power of a dragon, allowing his legacy to live on through a humanoid such as yourself.” “His biggest mistake however was not being defeated, but by not procreating to allow our kind to live on.” “How unfortunate,” you reply. “Perhaps if I help you find a suitable mate then all this talk of suicide can end?”. The wyvern slowly glares at you almost looking offended by your statement. “Ever since my lovely servant died I’ve been completely alone here on this mountain. Every day I long for some kind of company. I will be more than happy to let you find one for me.” She says now, with a smile on her face.

This is perfect, you think. You not only have somehow gained this wyverns trust, but now you might actually be able to study their courtship. Man, if only your team were alive for this! As you begin leaving the hoard room to begin planning, she flies in front of you, blocking your path. “You know, for a human you’re actually really kind to a wyvern, and despite your small stature, you look like you could handle way more than it looks…” she says with a slight grin. “I’m thankful that you think of me this way wyvern but I really must be getting my supplies so we can begin mate searching!” You protest. She crawls up to you with a twinkle in her eyes and says in a seductive tone “you don’t understand human, I’ve already found mine…”

Winter Wyvern pins you to the ground, encasing you in ice to prevent you from moving. “Don’t even think of moving, human.” She says. She begins grinding her wet dragon pussy against your crotch as her smile grows with every stroke, almost reaching orgasm just from the sheer sensation of her ladyhood rubbing against the uncontrollable growing bulge in your pants. Your pants are now completely drenched in her juices before she finally tears them off with her teeth. “Mm, this will work quite well.” She says, looking at your dick and licking her lips. “Let’s have a bit of fun, human.” She says, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Her forked tongue begins to slobber all over your dick. Its absolutely freezing but she’s very clearly enjoying this. You simply cannot show any other expression other than disbelief. She went from desiring death to sucking your dick. Seeing your confused face she looks at you and asks while giggling “What’s wrong human? Never had your dick sucked by a wyvern before?”. Your dick is now soaking wet as she gets up and begins positioning herself above you. At last, she forces your now fully erect dick into her scaled folds, and she begins to pant. “Ah I haven’t felt this good!” she moans. Her breath is absolutely freezing and everything above your waist goes numb. Her powerful hind legs do most of the work, thrusting against your member again and again with increasing speed and force. Her wings also begin flapping at an increasing pace, and each flap blows a large amount of cold air across your entire body. For a Winter Wyvern, her pussy is unsurprisingly cold. And despite the clear size difference between you two, her pussy fits tightly around your dick. Although you never wanted to fuck a dragon, her sheer passion for mating starts arousing you as her long-held-back lust for a male companion reaches a feral state. At this point you realize what she wanted from you. For her kind to live on she would require your seed. She was going to try and get impregnated by the man that earlier tried to kill her. “That’s right human! Cum inside me and don’t you dare hold anything back! Make me a mother!” she cries. She lets out one last loud scream; desperate for release, as your savage mating begins to reach its climax. Finally, she slams against you one last time almost fracturing your hip, taking you to the hilt, your member almost touching her cervix. Her wings make one last giant flap, almost dislodging the two of you, and then they enwrap you, fully enraptured by orgasm. And yet her scaled pussy clenches around your dick with a tighter grip, rippling, as you, too, reach your apex. Her womb collects almost every drop of cum that your balls could muster and some of it spills out of her pussy. Finally, all of the ice blocks that held you in place finally shatter and your body begins to regain feeling. As soon as this happens, you begin to shiver out of both the sheer frigid temperature and your mating session. The Winter Wyvern collapses, mustering only enough energy to lick your member for any excess cum. Covered in your fluids and smelling of bestial sex, she slowly crawls up to you with a slight grin and whispers, “You have earned a wyvern’s gratitude...” tired, in a bit of pain from having a dragon twice your size slam into you for at least an hour, and feeling a wave of emotions, you pass out.