
Long rumored to be plagued by fierce dragons, the Bladed Islands slowly materialize in the distance. It has been said that the winged predators stalk their prey from above, and few who venture forth ever make it to shore, much less return home to recount their tales. Despite the lore, you have always had a deep-seated desire to visit this feared place, whose sharp peaks and narrow mountains are slowly becoming more defined.
After what feels like hours, you can finally make out the lush green foliage harshly contrasted against the rocky background. Your heart skips a beat as the belly of your boat rubs gently against the sandy shore.
Slowly walking up the beach towards the greenery, you can’t help but notice how beautiful these islands actually are up close. The air smells sweet, birds sing happily and large flowers litter the ground; nothing evil could possibly live here! As if in response to your thoughts, a deep, rolling rumble comes from up ahead, beckoning your curiosity.
You steadily trot in the direction of the sound, and are immediately stopped dead in your tracks by the sight of beastly dragon soaring skillfully above the canopy, changing direction and speed, plunging towards the ground and shooting back up again as if hunting prey. Something massive dangles below the beast, dripping as he changes direction. Flipping on his back midflight and catching whatever it is that was leaking from the dangling object, it takes another intense roar for you to realize exactly what you are watching--this dragon isn’t hunting, he's playing with himself! The massive object is in fact this beast’s massive cock, busy shooting cum all over the place!
A hundred thoughts run through your mind, most of which you never knew you had in you, or could be possible. You are so thoroughly bewildered by what you are witnessing that you forget to focus on hiding; the huge beast lands near you with hungry eyes and circles you menacingly. Sensing your vulnerability, the dragon easily encroaches on you and stares at you eye to eye. You are completely paralyzed by the dragon's intimidating stare, and can do nothing but watch as he advances, rubbing against you and marking you with his musk. You fear that he can now smell your own apparent arousal.
“H.. hey!” you manage to stammer out.
“The name is Vergil,” speaks the dragon in a surprisingly pleasant tone. “What brings you to these parts?” he asks.
You can only focus on one thing right now, and your eyes are locked right on it. Smirking, Vergil follows your eyes and lifts his leg slightly so you can get a better view of his exposed, still-dripping member.
“Oh, I see,” he says with a slight grin. “I may be able to help with that.” With a flat snout, he slowly nudges you into the bushes behind you, and you suddenly realize you are about to get to know Vergil a lot better--and also why you were warned to stay away. This place is paradise!
Reintroducing our longest running dragon friend, Vergil! This playful dragon started it all, lending us his loins to be the first Bad Dragon and showing us that rough and rowdy side of dragons we have all come to enjoy. Many moons have passed since then but Vergil still is just as eager to play as ever!