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Well, if the local dragon needs to be periodically sated to prevent it from going on a rampage, it just makes sense to offer it sacrifices! Of course, these don't have to be "legitimate" sacrifices, per se, but offering it a body free from struggle or resistance for it to use definitely tracks. If you don't want your village to be burnt to the ground, you just have to go along with it. I mean, it's not like you're complaining, but still, there's apprehension that comes with being fucked by a dragon.
The first time you're strapped into the stockades, a large majority of the village is there to supervise and make sure the dragon is happy with its offering. You can't move to look around, but the shadow that falls across the ground and the air being disturbed around you by the beating of great wings heralds the presence of the beast. The rumbling growl and the cock that rubs up against your pussy also clearly establish the dragon's place above you and your village. With how big he is, you're not sure you'll even be able to take him - but it's not your choice, of course. You don't have any say in this situation, not if you want your friends and neighbors to be safe.
The dragon pushes the tip of his cock in, and you can't help the moan that spills from your lips. You could swear that several of the onlookers are stifling grins as the dragon pushes deeper, spreading you wide open, and several of them are also sporting visible erections. The dragon hilts himself deep inside of you, and you remember that it's also custom for the village to make use of the sacrifice after the dragon has had its way with them. If you're honest with yourself, you look forward to it.
Without giving you any time to adjust, the dragon starts railing you at a brutal pace, rattling the stockades and distending your midsection with his sheer size. Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls open, every thought fucked out of your head as the dragon claims you as his latest sacrifice, marking your body as his properly, shaping your hole to his needs. His size is painful, of course, because your virgin hole isn't even used to human cock, so dragon cock is a massive step up. At least it'll make it easier for the whole village to use you afterward.
When he cums, his burning hot seed fills you to the brim almost immediately. Plugged in by his cock, it has nowhere to go, so it floods your womb and swells your midsection, trapped in by the tight ring of your cervix. It's a miracle that the dragon didn't break through and fuck your womb, but you can't think about that right now; you can only think about the cum painting your insides, the way the dragon snarls loudly to remind you of your place. Your purpose.
Without ceremony, he pulls out and flies away, signaling your acceptance into the position of village offering. The watching villagers cheer, but they don't waste time on theatrics - there's a waiting, wet hole right there for them to use, already fucked open and prepared for them. It doesn't take long at all for a line to form behind you, cock after cock after cock adding to the dragon's load until your belly hangs heavy with seed. You can barely stagger home that night, supporting your swaying midsection with both hands before collapsing into bed.
The next day, you get plenty of thanks and several gifts, but you also get knowing nods, sly winks, and endless erections in your presence, doubtlessly remembering how good it felt to use your hole. It doesn't help that you're still rounded out with seed, both from the dragon and from the villagers, and that fact alone also turns you on. Further aggravating your arousal is the teasing and taunting, making fun of you for enjoying it so much, being a whore for a monster like that and then taking the whole village like a slut. They all remind you that your purpose, first and foremost, is to be the dragon's fucktoy. The position of "sacrifice" gets dressed up in ceremonial language, sure, but everyone knows what that really means.
Things return mostly to normal by the end of the week. When the time for the next offering comes around, however, the comments and conspiratorial grins ramp up in intensity, culminating in random villagers coming up to slap your ass or grope your middle, telling you just how much they look forward to seeing you swollen again. You try to retain a shred of dignity for your own sake and the sake of your facade as a normal member of society, but the attention and the reduction of your body to the position of "toy" is somehow intoxicating.
The ritual is easier this time, but the dragon treats you more roughly, now well aware that you can take his cock to its full extent. The village does the same, giving you less rest and little mercy in their treatment, swelling you with seed all over again. You can't help but cum on the endless line of cocks, moaning and begging, your cunt dripping wet throughout the entire process. Trapped as you are, there's no way for you to escape, even when your cunt gets sore from over-use. That's just part of your job now.
You always sleep well after each successful ritual, relieved that the dragon won't harm you or your village and exhausted from a day of use. Your dreams are full of seed and the heat of arousal, and waking up wet half tempts you to solicit your fellow citizens for sex again, but that might take away from the magic of it all.
Still, the temptation remains.