A Matter of Sacrifices
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charisstomaTitle: A Matter of Sacrifices
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 478
This was the prompt:
'Romantik und Realität / Romance and Reality' by Sergius Hruby for 'Die Muskete' magazine nr. 34, 1933.
The poem that goes along with the illustration bemoans the fact that the days of romance and dragon slaying are past because while there still might be some dragons left, virgins have become very rare.
Reblogged from fuckyeahvintageillustration by rykaine http://rykaine.tumblr.com/post/58722811528/fuckyeahvintageillustration-romantik-und
There’d been a conclave on the high crags and much disgruntled mutterings. A blue had been the first to give voice to the fact of the matter, his scales were deepened in hue with age.
“When I was young, yet many years past my first shedding, there was no lack in human kind of juicy virgin sacrifices.”
There’d been throaty laughter at the word juicy coupled with virgin, generally virgins were juicy one way or another and most hadn’t been virgins. The Dragon kin enjoyed their sacrifices regardless. An untried virgin took longer, though if they were virgin a little nibbling in the way of eating improved them to the quality of those unvirgin virgins. Once a cock got into them, they usually screamed alright, but for different reasons than fear or pain. After all, Dragon kin required fresh blood entering into the breeding population from time to time, little dragonlings didn’t just hatch from eggs.
“We’re still receiving some of our virgin sacrifices,” one of the younger dragons pointed out, “it’s that they aren’t female as often.” Wings buffeted the air in agreement. “Not that I mind, those are fun too even if they don’t swell with our seeding and bear to produce as we want them to.”
“Well what are we going to do about this,” had been asked.
“If they don’t deliver to us decent sacrifices, we take them young and breed up our own,” had been suggested.
And so it was agreed and Dragon kin prospered, as did their carefully nurtured humans, periodically added to by the normal accumulation of sacrifices. Once every 20 years there’d be a lottery choosing from the willing. It was strictly regulated as the humans tended to try to corrupt the choosing, dragon mates were much prized as good lovers. Males as well as females had been known to try to sway the lottery results in their favor and it was favors they were offering. And so there was a rule that sacrifice choosing continued until there were at least 3 females among the selected.
In the outside world, mothers threatened and told their children to be good or the dragons would get them.
Yet, there were some among the wild human kind, that as they grew to adulthood and looked up to see one of the sleek muscled dragons winging overhead, decided that they wouldn’t mind being sacrificed. They’d reach their arms up calling to the Dragon kin and sometimes if they were lucky and had washed that day, they’d disappear in the arms of an impatient lustful dragon lover. Their screams would be heard by the cultivated human kind herd with rolled eyes or envious glares.
Such eating was best done slowly because, the Dragon kin proverb went, “the juicier the better when one stuck a cock inside a human kind, so as not to damage the sacrifice.”
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 478
This was the prompt:
'Romantik und Realität / Romance and Reality' by Sergius Hruby for 'Die Muskete' magazine nr. 34, 1933.
The poem that goes along with the illustration bemoans the fact that the days of romance and dragon slaying are past because while there still might be some dragons left, virgins have become very rare.
Reblogged from fuckyeahvintageillustration by rykaine http://rykaine.tumblr.com/post/58722811528/fuckyeahvintageillustration-romantik-und
There’d been a conclave on the high crags and much disgruntled mutterings. A blue had been the first to give voice to the fact of the matter, his scales were deepened in hue with age.
“When I was young, yet many years past my first shedding, there was no lack in human kind of juicy virgin sacrifices.”
There’d been throaty laughter at the word juicy coupled with virgin, generally virgins were juicy one way or another and most hadn’t been virgins. The Dragon kin enjoyed their sacrifices regardless. An untried virgin took longer, though if they were virgin a little nibbling in the way of eating improved them to the quality of those unvirgin virgins. Once a cock got into them, they usually screamed alright, but for different reasons than fear or pain. After all, Dragon kin required fresh blood entering into the breeding population from time to time, little dragonlings didn’t just hatch from eggs.
“We’re still receiving some of our virgin sacrifices,” one of the younger dragons pointed out, “it’s that they aren’t female as often.” Wings buffeted the air in agreement. “Not that I mind, those are fun too even if they don’t swell with our seeding and bear to produce as we want them to.”
“Well what are we going to do about this,” had been asked.
“If they don’t deliver to us decent sacrifices, we take them young and breed up our own,” had been suggested.
And so it was agreed and Dragon kin prospered, as did their carefully nurtured humans, periodically added to by the normal accumulation of sacrifices. Once every 20 years there’d be a lottery choosing from the willing. It was strictly regulated as the humans tended to try to corrupt the choosing, dragon mates were much prized as good lovers. Males as well as females had been known to try to sway the lottery results in their favor and it was favors they were offering. And so there was a rule that sacrifice choosing continued until there were at least 3 females among the selected.
In the outside world, mothers threatened and told their children to be good or the dragons would get them.
Yet, there were some among the wild human kind, that as they grew to adulthood and looked up to see one of the sleek muscled dragons winging overhead, decided that they wouldn’t mind being sacrificed. They’d reach their arms up calling to the Dragon kin and sometimes if they were lucky and had washed that day, they’d disappear in the arms of an impatient lustful dragon lover. Their screams would be heard by the cultivated human kind herd with rolled eyes or envious glares.
Such eating was best done slowly because, the Dragon kin proverb went, “the juicier the better when one stuck a cock inside a human kind, so as not to damage the sacrifice.”
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Date: 2013-08-21 03:07 pm (UTC)A male that wanted to mate with a dragon might not be the best kind to enlarge the human population. And what about the adventurers who go to seek a dragon of their own? Why wait around if it's that good?
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Date: 2013-08-21 09:39 pm (UTC)Zeros have a reason for being, they hold a place in the over all number. Male human kind do that for the Dragon kin when they are sacrifices and if they don't want to be sacrifices then they can be fathers in their own right just as the females not chosen in the lottery can have children with those males. Pretty much consensual once they're in the Dragon created villages as to if they want to be in the lottery to be Dragon kin sacrifices.
It's after the decision to raise human kind that the sacrifices given by the wild human kind were added into the villages and only entered into pool for the lottery if they want to be.
All this thinking and this might turn into another or longer story yet. *sighs* *squints at you*
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Date: 2013-08-21 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-21 11:43 pm (UTC)You and Frogs need to stop. Now. Because...... I might write something more and I don't think Frogs is comfortable with some of this 'verse.
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Date: 2013-08-26 04:53 am (UTC)so long as i get a happy ever after ending, it's all good! :D
write away~!
*throws more bunnies at you*