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Some of you might remember this story. It's one I wrote a very long time ago which started as a one-off commission (I received creative freedom with the characters as the client was interested in the genderbending aspect most of all) which I continued sporadically when I had the time. I abandoned it a year back or so, but somebody offered to fund a new chapter for it and that motivated me to not only write that new chapter(which I'll get to soon) but to also give a facelift to this very old work and bring it up to par with the quality of my newer works.

So, because it had about 2.000 words added and a lot of other improvements, I decided to resubmit it so that you can all read the newer version which has tighter character development and much more refined psychological elements in my opinion. I definitely want to continue and finish, but since this novel is built on the foundation of an orphaned commission at the demand of fans(And also a client who paid for a new chapter!), the quickest way to help it get to the finish line is to commission chapters or make a pledge on my Patreon.

Story description: In order to negotiate a rogue dragon's departure off her town's lands, a sorceress transforms into a dragon. Minutes after the spell reshapes her body, she realizes that her new body comes with an unwanted addition between her legs that, technically, makes her into a he.

All the characters featured here are original characters that I created for the purpose of the story.

***A (Fe)male dragon's woes chapter 1: Transformation***

Naya's head whirled, like it always did after a transformation. She crashed on her side, whimpering for a brief moment before she squinted her eyes shut and covered her snout with a paw to muffle the now too apparent reek of the barn. Her flared draconic senses picked up everything, from the musty scent of hay to the earthy tang of her own paw. She held her breath as she placed it down, wobbling forward on four ungainly legs to get acquainted with her new form.

Her claws clacked on the coarse floor, making Naya stop to glance at her paws between every footstep. She had strange, stubby toes that ended with short black claws that curled slightly inwards. And she had pads! Soft, bean shaped pads looming over a bigger, pink heel pad. She flexed her toes, even poked her snout at them to make sure her eyes didn't deceive her. As expected, her nostrils sank into the soft texture of her pads, making her snort in frustration.

That can't be, she thought. Dragons didn't have pads! At least, not the dragons she had studied at length for the past weeks in anticipation of this moment. The incantation was right. The reagents had been used in the correct proportions, and she almost fainted from the sheer amount of mana drained by this process. Yet somehow, she ended up with a feature specific to wolves and felines, creatures that she had practiced a lot more often with.

No matter. It was just a tiny, inconsequential detail in a complex, elaborate spell that had elevated her into the most fearsome predator in all the lands. With purpose in her steps, she approached the mirror Tryn and Finn brought for this very purpose, head held high in pride and confidence.

"Rah!" she growled rather than gasp, head coiling back in shock at the creature she faced. The dragon that stared back at her looked nothing like the majestic being she had envisioned, yet it mirrored her movements down to the creases across her snarling snout. She got the gold of her scales and the emerald of her eyes right, but that was where the similarities between her pathetic form and the regal being she envisioned ended. No spikes jutted along her spine, bridged by light colored, imposing webbing. Her cheeks lay barren in the absence of frills at their ends, and she did not even show at least a meager portion of a crest meant to mirror her emotions.

She was nothing more than a plain golden dragon; slim of body, with gaunt features to emphasize her bony cheeks, a sinuous neck and a long snout with thin lips. She poked her tongue past her sharp, needle-like teeth to catch the soft taste of her golden scales. It was pink, just like her pads, smooth at the tip and barbed from its middle half onwards, another indication of a misappropriated feline feature. Wonderful...

At least she had horns. Short, straight, and unimpressive, to be sure, yet the more she studied them from various angles, the more grateful she felt with their presence. On a more dull note, they also contrasted with her bare nape, finless cheeks and tapered tail, emphasizing the simplicity of her shape.

Naya scoffed, then stretched her wings as far as they allowed. Thin veins webbed across the light-yellow membrane, small and narrow, yet strangely noticeable to the slit-shaped pupils of her draconic eyes. Their irises looked regal and fearsome, and blessedly, her scales came in the right proportions as well, thicker across her back and limbs, smaller and more pebbly over her throat, chest, belly, undertail and paws.

All in all, she passed for an acceptable if unimpressive dragon, one fit for the task at hand. Did it truly matter that her first spell of this kind failed to encompass the grandeur of her imagination? Of course it did, but what choice did she have but swallow her pride and wait for it to run its course?

The choice of ignorance, she thought, painfully aware of how real dragons looked like. They boasted impressive fins and frills to decorate their heads. Flexible crests stretched from their brow, down the back of their neck, and continued all the way up to their uniquely shaped tails in the form of an impressing webbing. Their feet lacked the glaring weakness of her pads, and they also tended to be far less clumsy with the wings compared to her uncoordinated ones.

Doesn't matter, as long as I get paid to talk that beast into leaving the farmers' herds alone.

A jolt of panic ran through her, summoned forth by that simplest of tasks. That beast was a dragon; a real one, not an imitation like herself. How would it act? And more importantly, how would Naya convince it to abandon its so-called territory a week after it settled? Could she do it through words alone, or did she have to fight it?

She shook her head to dispel her needless apprehension, more concerned with the imperfect form she had to work with. Interested in testing the flexibility of her toes, Naya dropped on her side and lifted a forepaw. Her stubby toes stretched slower than her fingers used to, weighed down by a few inches of claws on every toe, but still prehensile enough to curl and grip. She winced as the pointy tips of her claws drove into her soft heel pad and rushed her snout forward to lick away the discomfort instinctively. Her features scrunched at the dusty taste of grime, but she kept licking until her slick pads glimmered in the pale shaft of light piercing through the thin upper windows. Dragons groomed themselves with their tongue, and Naya, whether she liked it or not, had to do the same, lest she gave herself away.

She started with her forepaws, continued along her forearms and lifted a hind paw to expose her hindquarters, ready to inspect that last detail of her transformation. For a moment, she simply stared at the somewhat long and thin slit parting the wan, softer scales of her underbelly. She had to lick that too, didn't she? At least once, to get accustomed to it, and then never again.

Naya rolled her eyes before doing it. Her tongue barely touched her sensitive flesh when a strange, all consuming shudder crept through her frame. Her wings twitched in their joints. Her hindquarters shivered, and her claws gripped the ground as a stifled growl escaped through her tightly sealed maw. She curled her tail around a haunch as a surge of tingles washed through her lower belly for a brief moment before dispersing around her slit. Her muscles rippled once, twice before Naya's head swung towards the door of the empty barn.

"I told you she'll notice you," Tryn's annoyed voice came, followed by Finn's raucous giggle.

"She wouldn't be a very good dragon if she didn't."

Naya growled at the two intruders, flashing her fangs to keep them at bay. "Wait outside. That's the only warning you--" Naya slammed her jaws shut to suppress the rough, callous voice that left her maw. That...wasn't hers, right?

Tryn and Finn yelped in unison, froze in their tracks, and raised their arms to shield their wide eyes.

"Please don't eat us! Eat Naya, we're just her squires!" Tryn said, only to yowl when Finn's elbow landed in his ribs.

"That IS Naya, you blind weasel. She's a gold dragon, yes?"

"I am Naya," she said, only for the same thunder to return to her words.

"You...don't sound like Naya," Tryn wrapped his arms around his torso, frowning in bewilderment at her.

"Dragons have deep, rich voices," Naya said despite the unease visible in her tail that seemed to swish on its own accord. "You're here to serve, not gawk, so get to it."

Finn took a step forward, her brow furrowed in doubt, an arm stretched to the side to keep her twin brother safe. "No they don't, not the females." She let out a sharp squeak when Tryn kicked her calf with the blunt tip of his frayed boot.

"Shut your mouth and help the Mistress with whatever she needs."

"With what? She's not a horse that needs saddling," Finn retorted, fists clenched and ready to find purchase inside Tryn's stomach.

"We have to help her get acquainted with her new body, stupid. Touch every part of it, make sure she didn't grow a second tail. It's not like we haven't done this a hundred times by now."

Fin shrugged her shoulders and eyebrows in confusion. "All we did was pet her. The Mistress' spells had always worked right, and she's the one who told us to stop searching for errors that don't exist."

Naya rolled her eyes at the squabble of her twin squires. Although they were considered adults, they still behaved nothing like their status required of them. "Indulge me this time, and be thorough about it. The quicker you are, the faster I'll be about this nonsensical business."

Finn dashed to Naya first. Her tattered linen dress rippled in the musty air of the barn, the ruptured material across her chest swaying back and forth to reveal glimpses of a fully developed tit. Naya thrust a paw forward to keep Finn from crashing into her, but the girl's hands clutched it with an iron grip.

"Whoa, you have pads, and they're so soft!" Naya attempted to shake her paw free of Finn's inquisitive fingers, but the girl held onto her with uncanny determination. She groped and squeezed her pads, one by one, her smile broadening over her dirt caked face. "That's nifty. I didn't know dragons have pads. I suppose they help caressing their loved ones, yes?"

Naya gritted her teeth to suppress a hiss.

"She's a spellcrafter, you idiot. She can grow a lush mane if she wants to." Tryn walked over to his twin sister and ruffled her brown curls. She shook her head out of his reach and threw him a glare, but Tryn didn't even notice it. His big brown eyes stared right into Naya's as he reached towards her snout.

"We'll only touch what you want us to touch." He looked away and pretended to wipe his nose on the sleeve of his worn shirt to hide his blush. "Just like before. To make sure your senses are keen and all."

Naya lowered her snout into Tryn's arms and hummed, emboldened by his pleasant caress. "As long as you stay away from my lower belly."

"I want those soft, interesting and very unusual feet!" Finn squeaked.

Tryn didn't say anything. He simply shuffled along her left flank, trailing his hands across her smooth golden scales while Finn prodded at her feet with jittery fingers. She yelped, squeaked, giggled whenever Naya spread her toes or wriggled her foot to get rid of the pestering tickles.

"You tickle in all four feet?" She knelt by a hind paw and tugged at it with practiced persistence. "Lift it. Leave no area untouched yes?"

Naya did, and let out a drawn-out sigh in the process. Her loyal squires, two grownups who still behaved like children. If Naya didn't owe them for accidentally killing their abusive foster parents when her direwolf instincts took over...

She let out a yowl when Finn's fingers thrust past her pads and into the crevices of her hind paw to poke at the leathery tissue there. Her foot jerked instinctively, causing her to sway to one side and flap her wings to keep her balance. Against her will, her tail swung in the direction of the perceived attack on her paw, connecting with Finn's slender frame. The girl soared a few feet in the air while she held onto the tail, gasping as she crumpled into a breathless pile of shivering limbs.

"Serves you right for being a pest," Tryn mumbled as he stroked the base of Naya's tail. She tucked her wings tight against her flanks to conceal the warm shivers slithering through her frame. Her tongue dashed across her snout just as her claws groped at the bare rock, nostrils flaring with the heavy breaths she took. She did not mean to hurt Finn, nor enjoy Tryn's caress to this mind-addling extent. Even through her scales, Tryn's touch somehow stimulated her more than the stroke of a man along her human thighs, and that said something!

"I'm not a pest," Finn said as she gathered her legs under her, undaunted by a regular accident in this line of work. She dusted off her clothes, pushed the rebellious brown locks back from her petite forehead, and pressed her lips down until they became a thin line. "I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, and unlike you, I triggered a reaction."

"Not the right one," Tryn shot, further flaring the girl's temper.

"I'll show you right one!" Finn shouted, striding straight for Naya's belly.

Naya's lips curled back to reveal her fangs when Finn's hands ran across her soft, pale underbelly scales, all the way down and between her legs. A hiss escaped her, followed by the quivering of her haunches as a deep, raw pleasure invaded her being at having that particularly sensitive area touched.

"What are you doing?" Tryn demanded, ashen-faced.

"Making sure she isn't a male," Finn said, continuing to caress the inside of Naya's haunch. "There is only one way to tell with dragons, and given the rough nature of her voice..."

Finn giggled at Naya's crestfallen expression and increased the frequency of her rubs around Naya's genital slit, kneading at her soft scales with her fingertips. When that failed to produce the reaction she expected, she went lower, and lower, until she reached the fringes of Naya's slit.

"Stop...at...once," Naya struggled to say over the eerie throbs of her nether muscles. She never felt such a strange sensation, as if her very flesh began to pulsate to life. "That is...most inappropriate..."

Her tail pushed Finn aside, yet even in the absence of her hands, Naya's muscles continued to twitch, to shudder, to...somehow grow!

When that mystifying feeling grew too much to bear, Naya arched her back and thrust her hindquarters forward, rocking her hips back and forth a few times to rid herself of whatever Finn did to her.

"Grrrah!" She growled, eyes squeezing shut when an overly sensitive part of her surged upward to connect with her belly. It took her breath away, just like the touching of her clit often did. Was that it? Did her spell somehow change her clitoris in a most inadequate and repulsing way?

When she next opened her eyes, Naya noticed that the two squires retreated a safe distance from her, dead silent, staring at her with big eyes while spasms continued to surge through Naya's lower belly. She emitted a series of strange growls, squeaks, mewls as her muscle continued to shift and expand, acquiring a terrifying hardness.

Her breaths began to pick up from that eerie, overwhelming feeling. Her nether region not only felt taut and rigid, but it pulsated with a steady rhythm that made her blood boil and her thoughts fuzzy. For a moment, all she focused on was her heavy breathing, until Finn's piercing laughter stole away her concentration and forced her to instinctively snap at the pest.

"It's a...it's a..."

"It's a mistake," Naya said as her condition from between her legs became more manageable. "A small inconvenience, one that I know how to control."

Or so she assumed. Her eyes shifted back and forth when her neck refused to twist and take in the reason of Finn's outburst, afraid of what she might find. If worst came to worst, it was an extra limb, somehow tucked and hidden inside her genital slit. So long as nobody touched her there, no dragon, not even her, would know of its existence.

She suddenly tensed up when Tryn's callused hands alighted on her cheeks. The young man filled her vision, his lips twitching to contain his smile.

"Can I touch it?" Finn asked, fiddling with her thumbs while waiting for her brother to calm her down, like he had often done during such accidents

"Stay away from it, you idiot," he snarled at his sister, only to smile meekly at Naya. "It's nothing too bad, promise. Just a...just an added detail."

Naya gulped in unison with Tryn, both of them ill at ease with this new problem.

"I will take care of it," Tryn nodded, slowly retreating away from her. "I'm a male myself. I know how it works."

What did that have to do with anything? Naya opened her mouth to protest, only to moan when Finn's hands latched around her sensitive, exposed appendage. It throbbed again, drawing a muffled growl from Naya.

"Naya, mistress, it's just a--" Tryn grabbed her snout to keep her from learning the terrifying truth, only to falter when Naya's superior strength pushed him aside as her head swung back to peek under her belly.

There it was. Pink, just like her flesh, with a tapered tip that grew thicker up to the ridged base. And it throbbed, and moved, and bobbed! Every time she inhaled or exhaled, her tight meat swung to slap against her belly. Naya jerked her head upwards, growling at the fiery ripples of pleasure that raced down her member.

That's what it was. A male appendage, a member, a penis. She didn't grow an extra limb.

She turned into a male!

Tryn gripped her snout and pulled her into his embrace. "So you're a male. Big deal. The spell doesn't last more than a week and all you have to do is talk to a dragon. You make your request, she goes away, and you wait it out here, in the barn. My sister and I will feed you and stop everyone who might disturb your peace. Aside from your employer, since he...well...he's the reason you're a dragon."

"It is a big deal," she said with her deep, unnatural voice, trying her best to keep herself together. "I can't control it, and it keeps moving out of its own accord."

"Just ignore it," Tryn said while he caressed her brow. "It will go away in a matter of seconds if nobody touches it."

Naya winced, growled, and even whined, a sound so pathetic she felt ashamed for producing it. No matter how much as she tried to ignore it, her member swung up and down in painfully pleasurable arcs, drawing stifled gasps from her every time it connected with her underbelly scales.

"You're a male. That's why you have a deep voice. I was right, Tryn! Dragon females have smoother voices, while males--"

"Give the mistress a break, you idiot," Tryn said under his breath. "That's not what she wants to hear."

"He," Finn cut in. "A male. Let's call him Surodar!"

"Naya!" she bellowed, shoving Tryn back so that she could unfurl her majestic wings. "My name is Naya or Mistress. Remember your place, squire," she said as her predatory gaze targeted the girl, a fierce snarl etched upon her snout.

"Don't be upset, mistress, is not my fault." Finn scrunched her shoulders and dug her chin into her chest. "Spells go wrong all the time. It's up to us to fix them."

"You've learned enough of spellcraft to play dumb," Naya hissed. "You know I'm stuck in this body for a week. You know I can't alter my features once the spell is in place, just like you are acutely aware that my instincts will betray me sooner or later." She walked up to the petrified--or perhaps just indifferent--girl to thrust her snout into her chest. "Don't mock me. It is unbecoming."

Finn staggered back and threw Naya a glance before her gaze sank again. "I dunno. I just wanted to help." A sly smile spread across her lips as a stifled giggle escaped her. "Perhaps we can stroke it until it's empty? That will make it go away."

Tryn sauntered over to slap that nonsense out of his twin sister while Naya's throat grumbled with amusement at that overly ridiculous suggestion

"I've seen Tryn doing it!" Finn shot, a hand covering her reddened cheek. "If it works for him it works for you!"

Tryn lifted his hand to strike her again, but Finn blocked him midair with her elbow. "Hit me again and I'll kick you where it hurts."

Tryn hurled himself at his twin sister, growling in rage at being humiliated in front of Naya. They fell in a squeaking heap of thrashing limbs, each biting, clawing, and kicking the other into submission. "I didn't rub me cock! Demented fool, lying in front of our mistress to--to shame!"

"You did and you stained the sheets with your slimy goo," Finn croaked through her ragged huffs.

"The only disgusting goo is the blood that comes out of your cunt, and I never mentioned it for your sake!"

"Blood's red, not white you...perverted...insolent....male," Finn said while she landed punch after punch at her twin's raised arms.

Naya rolled her eyes and settled on her haunches. Her member still bobbed, but at least it didn't connect with her belly. From her current position, she shamelessly exposed herself to her squires, who stood thrice shorter than her and had the big eyes of children.

Eyes that settled on her as soon as they disentangled from one another.

"Apologies, mistress," Tryn said with a curt bow. "I don't know what came over my sister."

Finn appeared at his side, a deep frown marring her smooth features. "You upset because I told the mistress a viable solution. You always assume I'm lesser than you!"

"You are," Tryn mumbled.

"I came out first so I'm the older one!" Finn retorted.

"Finn, leave," Naya commanded.

The girl scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "No, I--I deserve to stay. To watch what happens when a cock erected through magical means unloads."

"He's not going to touch my appendage unless he wants to pull back a stump," Naya reassured her.

"Promise?"

Naya nodded, and Finn turned around and left the barn in a whirl of ruptured tassels and foul mumblings.

"I know you hate fights," Tryn said. "You should've stopped us, just like you used to."

"Not while this tightness distracts me." Naya shifted her weight from one pair of limbs to the other, but her cock throbbed and bobbed just as hard as before. "How long until it goes away?"

"Any moment now. Think of something else other than your cock. It helps."

"Like what?" Naya's musk filled her nostrils, raw yet alluring to her female mind. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her squires' brawl and how she felt towards their still prominent immaturity, pictures of dragons flashed through her mind. Dragons, as bare as she was, who had but lie down and lift a haunch to reveal their privates. And, to make it worse, the dragon who took residence on the outskirts of the Golden Fields was a female, one who would undoubtedly test her mettle.

Naya's cock tensed at the mere prospect of laying eyes upon her, as if enticed by the distant, vile, outlandish promise of mating.

"I dunno," Tryn said while fiddling his thumbs. "The mission, grand wishes, beautiful landscapes. Anything but females."

Naya's tail curled around a haunch, tightening and loosening around it so that she could focus on the pattern of its motions instead. "It doesn't work. The scents are too strong, and this appendage is so tight it hurts." She winced as her member swung upwards in an arc. "Only, it doesn't. It feels...strange."

"Like you are about to pee, only worse?"

Naya nodded. "It comes and goes." She growled at the boy's smirk. "What?"

"I know not my dragon anatomy, mistress, but us humans don't stay hard for so long."

A cold shiver crept through Naya's spine and along her tail. "Why?"

"It hurts. It drives you crazy. And you eventually rub your cock to get rid of it."

Naya's eyes narrowed. She had seldom touched herself down there as a female, uninterested in such base pleasures. Other beasts had licked her while in her feral forms, and some males even tried to mount her. Yet, when it came to orgasms, her knowledge was limited to books and their vague description.

Her human mind reeled at the prospect of rubbing herself off, but as a dragon, her front paws twitched with the urge to press against her rock hard appendage. Her haunches shivered with want, and her cock throbbed even harder at the possibility of driving itself into her soft pads to relieve her urge.

Naya gritted her teeth and got onto her feet. "This barn stinks." She padded forward, growling whenever her member slapped against her belly.

"Wait, don't go!" Tryn yelled from behind her. "Your cock is sensitive, and if you take to the skies and fly with it while it's hard..."

The boy's words became a distant whisper as Naya's gait turned into a stride. She had to fly away, to breathe in the fresh air and clear those despicable urges from her mind.

Once outside, Naya crouched, stretched her wings just like when she had assumed the shape of a gryphon, and pushed herself upwards with a mighty flap. A muffled roar fled her maw when her cock slapped against her belly, the jarring sensation so bothersome she unwillingly veered left and almost crashed into the cherry orchard surrounding the barn. A few more flaps lifted her past the canopies, and with a few twists of her tail, Naya rounded the barn several times to listen to Tryn's advices.

He spoke of discomfort, of females and their appeal for males. Naya knew that, and more; with every beat of her wings, her cock lurched up and down, left and right, drawing sharp squeaks from her tightly sealed maw.

By the time it fled back into her slit, the heavy scents wafting from the stone buildings below faded into the mellow fragrance of freshly cut grass. Naya flew past verdant fields, over lonely orchards and cottages with rotten thatches, too high for the minuscule humans below to notice her.

She banked left to follow the female's last known position into the Wilderwoods. The lumberjacks thinned the lowlands forest to mere emerald patches, united by thin verdant threads. Only the hills remain untouched, the fir trees too thin and the slopes too steep for the fat, lazy humans.

Naya's untrained wings began to sizzle with fatigue sooner than she expected. She sprawled them open as far as they allowed to glide and recover, then flapped again to gain speed and altitude. The ruddy sun of late evening stared right in her face, its blood-red color emphasizing the urgency of her mission. Several sheep perished at the talons of the dragoness, so it was only a matter of time before she sought larger, richer prey, valuable enough for the farmers to put up a fight for, even against a dragon. If human lives weren't at stake, she would have never been commissioned for this damned mission, let alone become a dragon to fulfill her obligations.

A distinct, eerily familiar scent greeted her nostrils. It tugged at her senses, urging her to pursue it down into the valley, where it grew crisper. The further she veered from the trees, the more its strength waned.

Scent markings, belonging to the female she tracked. Her mind reeled for a moment at the unusual knowledge that she couldn't have possessed, yet for a bizarre reason, she knew it to be true. Her fragrance grew more potent with each breath Naya took, until her lower belly shuddered and her cock shifted in its slit.

No. Not again! She flapped her wings harder, and harder, so that the pain rushing through her muscles snuffed out the tug of her instincts.

The ploy failed as soon as Naya's eyes inadvertently found the source of her turmoil, her very body betraying her by leading Naya right where she did not wish to be. The dragoness fished in a broad, shallow river, a speckle of Onyx standing out in the mixture of grays and blues and greens. Her heart leapt in her chest the further she descended for a closer look at the trespasser, and her stomach lurched due to nerves she should not have possessed.

It's just another mission, she tried to dispel this humiliating weakness that slithered into her very bones. Treat it like one.

Her inexplicable excitement at meeting another dragon hinted at the opposite, horrifying her logical human mind with the countless things that could go wrong by following the impulses of a body she only intended to wear for a week. Alas, she accepted the contract, and the dragoness' trilling greeting already sealed her choice on the matter.

As soon as her paws found purchase on the shifting pebbles of the riverbank and her wings folded, her cock stirred in its home, causing all of her focus to flow out of her mind like the rapids next to her.

"Leap onto the upper banks," the black dragoness advised without turning her head from her fishing spot. "The moss is thick and the earth soft."

As if she was going to listen to her! Intent on getting it over with, Naya merely padded forward, wincing and whimpering as the jagged stones littering the riverbank bit into her paw pads. Fortunately for her, the dragoness was too distracted by her fishing to notice her less than elegant wobble.

Until she did.

"Stop," she said as she lifted her head from the water's surface and gazed at Naya with piercing amethyst eyes. "On the upper bank, before you cut your soft feet."

Naya's head instinctively dipped in acknowledgment, her unneeded submissiveness somehow pleasing the dragoness.

"I will fish for you as well. Away, before your whining interferes with my method to entrap them."

Naya tensed up when the dragoness thrust her maw through the water's surface to grab a fish and hurl it into Naya's direction.

"That's for you." She paused to lick the blood of her lips, then shoved her forepaw through the river's surface and tossed her wriggling catch near the first fish. "Same for this one."

Naya shuffled towards the growing pile, squinting whenever the dragoness hurled her catch onto the same spot with uncanny precision. The savory smell made Naya's mouth water; she reached forward and sank her teeth into a fish, so hard and fast its guts exploded right into her face.

"Don't bite them. Ease them into your maw with your tongue to savor their juices and prevent that from happening."

Naya growled and ran her paw along her snout to clean herself, but the dragoness was faster. In a few leaps she stood right in front of Naya, and her smooth tongue filled Naya's eyes, forcing them to squeeze shut to defend against her licks.

"Eat them all. You're too scrawny for your own good, golden one."

Naya's limbs stiffened and a growl rippled in her throat when the dragoness settled besides her on those most uncomfortable rocks. She trudged closer to Naya, until her soggy side touched hers, and then stretched her wing to cover the entirety of Naya's smaller body.

"If you prefer tougher meat, there are flocks of sheep roaming this area." Her snout poked Naya's chin, forcing her to draw back from the sudden contact. "Do you like sheep?"

"They're livestock. Human property. Humans don't take kindly to dragons who thin their herds." Naya spoke the words with practiced smoothness, in spite of the dragoness' tongue gliding across her neck.

"Disease, wolves and their families thin the herds. I'm only scooping up one sheep a day, and they have thousands of them." She drew back when Naya snarled, flexing her light grey fins in confusion. "It's hardly noticeable."

"But they did notice, and they want you gone." Naya shifted onto her feet, yelping as the jagged rocks bit into her pads. Her companion grumbled in amusement, flaring her determination to seek the softer upper bank she spoke of. So, Naya leaped onto the blessed, smooth ground, her posture low and her wings unfurled to prepare for a possible attack from the dragoness.

"Wanting and taking. One's a wish, the other an action. So far, the humans didn't bother me and I didn't bother them." She spread her great wings, took to the skies to circle Naya several times before landing in front of her. "Perhaps they do not wish me to leave."

"Your assumption is false."

"Not more false than their treacherous mouths." She settled onto her side and began licking off the fish guts and scales off her claws. "I watched those knights stumble upon the bandit camps I've laid waste to. I saw them claiming my achievements as their own before organizing expeditions to slay the terrible beast whose wings cast a deep shadow over their land. They even claim I eat them, taking pride even in the death of their companions."

Naya tensed up. "Did you...eat them?"

The dragoness lowered her paw to gaze into Naya's eyes. "Whatever humans taste, it must be bad. It's irksome enough to unravel them, especially the metal clad ones."

"Armor," Naya added, and the dragoness snorted.

"A lot of good it does to them, when a single direwolf killed a whole party of those tin men. I'm responsible for that as well, according to them."

Naya licked her snout to keep the dragoness' tantalizing fragrance from filling her nostrils. It stirred her blood, clouded her senses, made her squirm as she felt her damned cock shift in its slit. She tried to look elsewhere, to take in the beauty of the valley, but somehow, her eyes always returned to her companions.

She wasn't just beautiful. She was the embodiment of majesty itself, emphasized by her slightly curved horns the color of silver and the spikes adorning her back, up to the leaf-shaped tip of her tail. Her paws had a light grey underside, and her slim and long digits ended with short, silvery talons that contrasted with the light gray of her underbelly and fins. Her slender yet strong body was covered in thick, onyx scales under which her muscles rippled with flowing elegance.

And she was big! Twice bigger than Naya, who even Tryn could mount without much trouble.

"I laid waste to half their kingdom, the humans said. I burned them inside their homes, stole their shinies, maidens and children!" She stood up at that. "What use could I have of a female human? To polish my scales? Water does the job just fine."

Naya covered her snout with a paw to hide her blossoming smile. "Humans have a lucrative imagination."

"That they use for entirely unsophisticated reasons," the dragoness said, her thin pupils settling on Naya. "You are a curious one yourself, with paws the likes of which I had never seen before."

The dragoness gripped Naya's paw in her maw before she had the chance to draw it back. She nibbled on Naya's toes for a split moment as if to test their resilience, then stuck her tongue between her pads to run it through the leathery crevices, pulling back when she noticed how Naya squeaked and jerked her paw.

"I never met a dragon who tickles, and your paws...they have the soft underside of land predators. The same shape too!" She rushed to Naya's hind paws to sniff, nuzzle, lick and nibble in order to sate her curiosity. "Aren't they inconvenient?"

Naya kicked her paw, but the dragoness didn't relent. She gripped her hind paw between her fores, and lowered herself onto her haunches to stare at it. "It's like a gryphon's hind paw, soft and warm." She pressed her snout against Naya's pads, her hot breath urging Naya to jerk her paw in the dragoness' grip in failed attempts to free herself.

"It tickles," Naya said, barely able to suppress her squeaks of discomfort.

"Of course they do." She let go of Naya after licking her paw one more time. "They are exquisite. Hatchlings will undoubtedly adore your soft touch."

Naya's muscles stiffened as a shudder crept through her frame at the mentioning of hatchlings. The dragoness noticed it, of course. She released a mellow growl, shuffled up to Naya and brushed her slender neck against hers. "Share my territory, golden male with land dweller's feet. It's rich in prey, with few wyverns and gryphons to pester you."

"I'm not sure I'm...I am..." the dragonesses' licks across her neck loosened Naya's stiff muscles, apart from one. Her slit began to throb ominously, and soft tingles raced throughout the length of her dormant member.

"You are?" The dragoness added with another fond lick across Naya's snout.

"Surodar," Naya blurted out the first male dragon name that passed through her mind, courtesy of her squire.

"Strong name for such a little thing." She playfully pushed Naya hard enough to send her sprawling onto her side. Naya whined in fright when her member pushed through its sanctuary and scrambled onto her feet, turning this way and that to help hide her weakness from the dragoness' devious gaze. Half erect and dazed from the female's alluring scent, Naya paced around, whimpering due to the hard throbs of her member that kept her grounded in the most shameful yet effective of ways.

"Full of lust, too. I wonder if you ever mated, young one," she said, licking her snout salaciously.

Naya growled in protest. "I don't want to mate. I don't know how..."

"Your instincts will guide you, if you choose to surrender to their will," she interrupted before Naya had the chance to explain herself, rolling onto her back. Her wings twitched, and her paws kicked idly at the air. "A few other drakes passed through my territory. All young, all female, bearing the sweet scent of youth."

Naya would have laughed at the irony of it, were it not for the pressing tightness dangling between her legs.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You already know," the dragoness said.

"I don't even know your name."

Her head rolled to the side to face Naya. "I am Sarathra, young one, and I'm on my own. What you do with this knowledge is up to you."

She gave Naya a hint with her flicking tail tip, brushing it over her exposed, light grey slit. Her tight folds were slick with pungent arousal, the sort which flared Naya's lust. Every rational thought vanished from her mind, replaced by the raw yearning to plunge her cock straight through the fertile female's sanctuary.

Naya gritted her teeth. She fluttered her wings, curled her talons around pawfuls of dirt, swished her tail restlessly. Sarathra merely thrummed at her efforts to contain her perverse lust. Her eyes were closed, and her snout twitched whenever the leaf-shaped tip of her tail poked at her slit.

No...no, this isn't what I am. I am a female, Naya thought, yet her male's body moved towards Sarathra on its own accord, one shaking footstep at a time.

"You fantasized about mating ever since you first became hard," Sarathra said.

Not at all. She despised the notion.

"Always wondering how a female feels around your erect member."

Never, for she was a female herself, uninterested in partaking in such base pleasures!

Sarathra's eyes snapped open. She inserted the tip of her tail into her crevice, then rubbed it all over Naya's snout. A deep, involuntary whiff of the dragoness' blissful scent was all it took for Naya's instincts to overwhelm her. Whatever humanity still dwelled within her dragon's body was dwarfed by the deep, insatiable need to breed, a primal and most potent purpose that drove every living creature. She tried to fight it back, to claw her way back through the haze of lust, but with each throb of her cock, Surodar's will grew stronger and stronger, until it took over.

Unburdened by Naya's inhibitions, Surodar's snout delved between Sarathra's haunches to lap at her slit with hungry strokes, relishing the opportunity to taste a female with every fiber of his being. Her limbs twitched and shook under the pleasant strokes, and soft hisses escaped her half parted maw as Surodar's tongue tip poked through her slick entrance. His member lurched in unison with the spasms wracking Sarathra's slit, his great yearning already beginning to build up at the base of his cock in the form of a fiery, mystifying pressure.

"Enter me, before you waste your seed," Sarathra urged, spreading her haunches to the side to make room for him.

His mind a whirlwind of blissful chaos, Surodar followed the instructions dictated by the dragoness' tail that now curled around his neck to guide him. He straddled her, one set of limbs on each side, then lowered his snout to rub it against hers and lick her fondly. Their tongues dashed across each other, twined for a brief moment before they parted once again.

"Enough affection, lest you spill yourself all over me."

Surodar tried to stop himself, but couldn't. She tasted divine. Every single scale bore her rich fragrance. Surodar started with her snout, licked her across her chin and down her neck, until her paws latched onto his haunches and tugged at his hindquarters forcefully. Her claws, pressed against his taut muscles, hurt, yet not nearly as much as the wild swings of his rock-hard member.

Surodar clenched his jaws tightly as he arched his back and spread his wings for balance. He sought her slit with wild, erratic thrusts, growling and hissing when his sensitive tip met her smooth underbelly. Sarathra whined and shifted her body to the side, enough for Surodar's tip to pierce her.

A wild cry escaped her, along with a jet of pre from Surodar's overly sensitive tip. Her muscular walls clenched around him, drawing him in with each shudder. He twisted his neck to glance at his cock, then back at Sarathra.

What would happen if he mated her? Would he like it? Would he cum? Surodar shook his head and scrunched his eyes shut. Filling a dragoness with his seed felt wrong; unnatural.

You're a female spellcrafter. Your name is Naya, and you're a human, a flimsy voice whispered within Surodar's mind. If you give in to your instincts, if you mate this dragoness and cum inside her, it will be your hatchlings she raises. Alone, without a mate at her side.

Mate. That's all Surodar wanted; what Sarathra's pheromone-laden scent urged him to do. He wanted to mate, more than anything.

A raw growl erupted in his throat as he pushed his member through her tight, muscular walls inch by inch. Sarathra snarled at first; her toes curled inwards, her wings fluttered. Then, she thrust her snout forward to lick at Surodar's chin with eager strokes, purring in appreciation for his initiative to breed her. She wanted this, just as much as him.

Surodar's limbs buckled as he shoved a few more inches of his cock inside her. Sarathra clamped down upon him, roaring for a brief moment before her walls loosened enough for Surodar to pierce her silken depths deeper and deeper. The clutch of her walls around his member, the rapid ripples running through her powerful muscles, brought Surodar on the verge of spilling his seed. Not even halfway into her, and his cock already lurched in Sarathra's grasp.

Her eager licks, her mellow growl, urged him on. Her tongue was hot, and slick and smooth, just like her inner sanctuary. Denying her of it, based on a random voice within Surodar's mind, seemed impossible.

He returned her affection with broad strokes of his tongue as his claws bit into the ground for purchase. His hindquarters shivered as he tried to pull back, only to hiss when Sarathra's clutch held his member in place. There was only one way for his cock to go, and Surodar's peak already threatened to wash over him.

With a mighty shove, he sank his member up to his ridged base inside his mate.

A feeble roar burst from Sarathra's throat, drowned by Surodar's wild shrill. It lost its pitch with each ridge he pushed past Sarathra's trembling lips and into her tight tunnel, until their bellies pressed together. Sarathra's breath grew sporadic, and her eyes narrow with every lick she planted upon Surodar's snout. Her muscle kneaded around his length with renewed vigor, shattering his last efforts to contain his seed.

Surodar flared his wings and buried his head deep into Sarathra's chest as he unleashed the full might of his essence inside Sarathra's clenching depths. His roar faltered with every wild spurt that left his throbbing shaft, and his limbs quaked under the might of his orgasm. It washed through him, a wave of bliss unlike anything Surodar had ever experienced, leaving him drained and weak. He crashed upon Sarathra's exposed belly, panting from the sheer might of his lurching member.

Sarathra's growls became harsher the more seed Surodar pumped into her. She wrapped her tail around his, squeezing it tight, yet not tighter than her nether depths squeezed his cock. Surodar forced his eyes shut, roaring for a second time as the wave of bliss washed through him once again. His member rocked with renewed vigor, gushing out the strands of fiery draconic essence that Sarathra's insides craved for. She milked his length with thorough strokes, up until his flesh grew weak and her grip lessened around him.

Surodar blinked fast to clear the haze from his eyes. With his senses numb from the ecstasy of the orgasm, Surodar remember who he was.

Naya.

She growled at the realization of her doing, at the slickness surrounding her member. She tried to pull out, but Sarathra's claws found her shoulders and haunches, just like her snout found hers.

"Remain inside me," she said between the nuzzles she planted upon Naya's snout and chin. "Ignore the humans. Forget about the territory you want to find." She drew back, enough for her slitted amethysts to bear into Naya's eyes. "Your place is inside me."

Naya's maw shot open, but no roar came out.

What have I done? She thought, the urgency of her plight mellowed by the pleasant caress of Sarathra's tongue.

***End of chapter 1***

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