Hoardstealer's Lament
Hoardstealer's Lament
by Von Krieger
Milon crept deeper into the dragon's lair, one hand on his sword, eyes darting about warily, straining to hear every little sound, as anything might give away the fearsome reptile's presence and an impending attack.
The human thief wore loose cotton clothes, forgoing the usual leather armor. It had a tendancy to creak, and thus might give him away. And besides, if he failed and woke the dragon, it wouldn't protect him at all from the creature's fire breath.
He crept into the main living area, from what it looked like. Piles of furs, cushions, pillows, and blankets raided from local communities, or given by caravans as payment for the dragon's 'protection.' A shelf lined with books, a goodly number more piled on the floor nearby.
Spellbooks might be worth something, but Milon didn't have time to sort books of tales from magical writings. He had come for the gold. Dragons collected gold, they kept it, piled it up, even slept on it. The thief hoped that such wasn't the case.
A loud rumble could be heard from one of the tunnels, shortly followed by a low wheeze. Loud rumble, low wheeze. Loud rumble, low wheeze. Good, the dragon was asleep and snoring. It made things so very much easier for Milon. His information had been correct, the dragon did indeed slumber when the sun went down.
The Hoardstealer followed the pull of the treasure, a sort of sixth sense that those that pillaged a dragon's riches from beneath their scaled snouts tended to develop after awhile, heading into a tunnel off to the side of the one from which the snoring came.
Milon smiled as he rounded the corner, several large chests set in a circle. Well, they weren't piles of gold pieces on the floor, but they were a great deal more compact, and much quieter. Easier to lower a Bag of Holding over the lot in a chest than do the same for a pile and risk the coins shifting, falling over, and making noise.
He began looking over the nearest chest for traps. He didn't think there would be one, as dragons couldn't handle such things as easily as smaller creatures could. He found none. The human grinned as he opened the lid. A grin that quickly faded as he heard a quiet 'clack' upon tilting the lid back to its farthest.
A strange scent began to fill the air. Figuring stealth and silence weren't worth dying from poison, Milon darted out of the treasure room, rounding the corner into the cave. His head began to feel strange, foggy. His body felt warm in places, especially in the groin. Milon found himself beginning to sweat.
He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the strange sensations, focusing entirely on getting out of the cave. He dashed out into the main area, and crashed into a wall of scaled muscle.
The dragon was on him in an instant, claws tearing at him. Milon heard his clothes ripping, felt the pressure of claws on his body. The poison must have numbed him, making him unable to feel the pain of being torn apart by a... rather small dragon.
This was definitely not the huge beast he had been told inhabited the area, it was a great deal smaller. While larger than a human, this creature was definitely not a great, massive beast that could carry off entire wagons. Milon had seen ogres bigger than this dragon.
"Stop sniveling." the dragon growled, pinning the human's arms to the ground, "I haven't hurt you yet!"
Milon looked down to find that the dragon's claws hadn't touched his flesh at all, just ripped his shirt off. The dragon sat himself down on the human's midsection, drawing a soft gasp from Milon. The heat in his loins continued to build, and the presence of a weight near his manhood seemed enough to bring it to arousal.
"I don't take kindly to thieves," the dragon continued, "And I don't particularly care for humans, but both situations can be easily remedied."
The dragon, his scales a deep wine red, shifted his position, kneeling beside Milon but keeping his arms pinned, a strange smile on his face. Milon saw that the dragon wasn't quite a dragon after all, he walked on two legs, not four. But then again he looked larger and more draconic that the humanoid-dragon half-breeds Milon had seen.
"I'm a Greater Dragonkin. You may refer to me as Lord Jaylin, Sir, or Master." the dragon said, almost like he was reading Milon's mind.
"One of our abilities is to change between our humanoid and true draconic selves. It makes finding acceptable housing a great deal easier. Plus it makes... interacting with smaller species a great deal easier and less messy." Jaylin said, tearing the human's pants off.
Milon tried to protest, but could only make a soft growl in his throat. He found himself turning nearly as red as the dragon as the creature spied his erection.
"Good to see that the distilled essence is working. A true dragon may breed with any creature capable of breeding, and thus the scent of a dragon in heat will arouse nearly any intruder, as you can see. You are male, which is unfortunate, but easily correctable." the nine foot tall leviathan said, his nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath.
Milon began to panic as he saw the dragon begin to stir beneath his loin cloth. He tried to struggle, to run and flee, but he found that he couldn't do anything except stare at the dragon's hardening member.
It was huge, far, far larger than Milon's own. It would put a horse to shame. Jaylin cast the covering aside, a predatory smile on his face. "Yes, it's going inside of you. I'm going to give you the chance to make it hurt less, and maybe not split you in half when I shove it up your thieving little ass. Don't fight this spell if you know what's good for you."
Milon closed his eyes, feeling the spell energy flow through him, wondering what it was. Not feeling anything painful or weird, he opened them. The image of the powerful, muscular, beautiful red dragonkin filling his vision. The thief found himself grinning, looking up at the majestic creature. Milon winced internally. A charm spell. Fuck.
Jaylin smiled at the human, releasing Milon's arms. The dragon walked to a nearby pile of fur and sat down upon them. The dragon crooked a taloned finger, beckoning the human over.
The thief found himself unable to disobey, getting up and crawling to the dragon on all fours. He found himself kneeling before the furs, looking up at the dragon, his body eagerly awaiting instruction.
The dragon patted a place beside him on the furs, and once more Milon found himself moving according to the dragon's will, climbing up to sit next to the dragon, his leg pressing against Jaylin's own. The warm scales feeling delightful on his bare skin.
Milon found the dragon's arm wrapping around him, pulling his body to the dragon's own.
"Pleasure me, human. Hands and mouth only." Jaylin commanded.
The spell-struck human looked up, eyes wide, shaking his head. He couldn't voice his disgust at the prospect of performing the act, but he could make it known.
Milon moaned softly as the dragon's gently took the human's aching, throbbing cock between two fingers, sliding them up and down. "You make me cum, pet, and I'll return the favor."
He didn't want to, he couldn't. It was repugnant, it was repulsive, it was wrong. And yet... he would get something in return. Maybe he could think clearly once he climaxed? The spell may have made him treat the dragon like Jaylin was his best friend in the world, but Milon might be able to talk his way out of this.
The human rolled over, kneeling beside the dragon, leaning into his lap. Milon tentatively wrapped one hand around the dragon's huge shaft. He shivered at the thought of having the huge member inside of him, it was as big around as his arm, and almost as long.
The dragon's cock was hot to the touch, a pleasant heat. The texture was like soft, smooth leather. Milon found himself deeply inhaling the dragon's musky scent, rather like the scent that filled the air when he had opened the treasure chest.
Milon closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and extended his tongue. He found himself filled both with dread and anticipation. He didn't really want to do this, but he had to in order to save himself. And, he had to admit, he was a little curious.
As a man who spent a portion of his treasure on pleasures of the flesh, Milon was more than a little familiar about the ins and outs of fellatio, though he had always been on the receiving end before.
The dragon's cockhead wasn't shaped like his own, it was flatter and spade shaped. But judging from Jaylin's reactions, the soft moans and shivers, the two weren't too much different.
The dragon's manhood had a pleasant, slightly sweet taste to it. With his initial unease overcome, Milon seemed almost eager in his licking and stroking. The human moaned softly as Jaylin shifted his grip on Milon's member, taking it between his thumb and forefinger instead, a gentle pull bringing the human forward, cock pressed up against Jaylin's warm, scaly flank.
Milon thrust against the dragon, his cock drooling slick precum, adding to the ease with which his cock slid over the smooth scales.
"You like this, don't you, pet?" Jaylin teased, gripping the human's head in his other hand.
Milon soon found why he was being held, as the dragon's cock seemingly erupted with a torrent of precum. The hot, sweet goo filling Milon's throat, dripping down his chin and neck onto his chest. He couldn't help but swallow the thick liquid. It sent a burning heat through his body, once again flowing straight to his cock.
"Mmm... while it may not be as refined as the dried powder I use to trap my treasure chests, a dragon's pre-climactic fluids do have a tendency to cause arousal in lesser creatures."
Milon paid no attention to the dragon's words, he found himself far more occupied with his own need to climax. He thrust hard against the dragon's leg, not satisfied with the slow, torturous stroking Jaylin was inflicting upon him. He couldn't help it, he had to cum.
And cum he did. Milon moaned and thrust his hips forward. He felt the dragon's hand shift, the palm pressing against the head of his cock, Jaylin's clawed fingers gripping his balls. The human emptied his seed into the dragon's cupped palm, pausing for a moment in his pleasuring of the dragon to savor the feeling.
He found his head yanked back painfully by the hair, eye to eye with Jaylin. "That's a bad human, climaxing before your master." the dragon scolded, bringing his cum covered hand to Milon's face.
"Now, be a good girl and clean up your mess."
Lost in a lustful haze, Milon didn't quite comprehend the dragon's words, but dutifully did as he was told, lapping up his cum from Jaylin's hand. The dragon loosened his grip, pushing Milon's head back down to his member. "Good, now continue." Jaylin panted.
The thief resumed where he had left off, both hands encircling the titanic member, the very tip of the dragoncock in his mouth, tongue working over the slit and underside. Milon's tongue began to probe tentatively at Jaylin's slit, poking inside. The action drew a growling moan from the dragon, and an increased pressure on Milon's head.
"Yesssss." the wine red dragon hissed, "More."
Milon did as commanded, extending his tongue as deep into the dragon as it would go, wriggling it from side to side, exploring the inside of the dragonkin's member. He was rewarded with Jaylin's pleasured cry. The dragon bucked his hips, cramming more of his cock into Milon's mouth, making the human gag.
The human was unprepared for the massive rush of dragonseed that began to flood his mouth. He struggled, choking on the thick, salty substance. He tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but there was far, far too much.
Jaylin pulled his cock from Milon's lips, letting the human cough and sputter even as more cum coated his face and chest. The dragon shoved Milon to the floor and stood, one clawed hand stroking his length, guiding each jet of seed onto the human's body, leaving Milon a sticky mess.
The human's skin tingled and itched where Jaylin's seed stuck, his belly seemed to heave as well. But the heat returned, the burning, aching, needful heat that made his half-hard cock suddenly stir to full arousal.
Conscious mind buried under a boiling sea of bestial lust, Milon mewled pleadingly, looking up at Jaylin. The dragon dropped to his knee, scooping up a handful of his seed from the floor and rubbing it over his cock.
"On all fours, pet." Jaylin said with a sinister smile.
Milon did as he was told, presenting his rump for the mighty dragon. Jaylin guided his manhood to the human's rump with one hand, using the other to hold Milon still. The human cried out as he was virtually impaled on the dragon's massive rod, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as he would have imagined.
It took him a few moments to get used to it, but once he did, the pain from his stretched asshole was more than offset by the strange feelings of pleasure that shot through him. The itching and tingling subsiding on his skin and inside his gut, replaced with a pleasant heat. The thief closed his eyes and leaned back against Jaylin, delighting in the feeling of the dragonkin's muscular, scaled body against his own.
The dragon gripped Milon around the waist, falling back onto the pile of furs, the human impaled on his cock, laying on Jaylin's belly. The dragon whispered something in a strange language, placing his hand on the human's belly, magical energy flowing into Milon. The human didn't notice, so occupied was he by the strange, delightful pleasure that that dragon's cock gave him.
"Some dragon males climax twice in rapid succession, the first being a series of weaker jets of seed, intended to loosen up the female and lubricate for deeper penetration while the aaah... second... aaah! AAAAARGH!"
The second was a series of focused, powerful jets intended to be pushed as deep into the female as possible, as Milon found out. The human howled in a mix of pain and pleasure. He found himself climaxing despite the agony of the powerful torrents of cum being pushed deep into his body.
The human felt the jets beginning to subside, the pain fading, the needful heat fading, replaced by a sweet, pleasant warmth that seemed to creep into every inch of his body.
Jaylin pulled from his pet with a loud pop, scooping up the weary human in his arms. Milon blinked sleepily a few times before his eyes closed, instinctively curling up in the dragon's arms.
"Not a bad distraction, I'd say." Jaylin said to himself with a yawn. "But I do so hate having my sleep interrupted."
The dragon carried his new pet into his den, wrapping his wings around his body, covering Milon as well. Jaylin flopped down onto a pile of cushions and mattresses suited for giants and ogres, sized just right for his nine foot frame. He grined as he snuggled under the covers, curling around his warm new plaything.
"But it's all for the best. I sleep so much better with company."
-o-
Milon yawned, delighting in the pleasant warmth around him, the press of a warm body against his own. And then he opened his eyes and recalled the events of the previous night. The human shuddered at the thought of what had happened to him, of being reduced to little more than a sex crazed beast, one eager to pleasure his perverted dragon captor.
The human found himself in bed with the dragon, the red scaled brute's arms wrapped around him. His head rested on the monster's shoulder. The thief made small movements, testing the dragon's hold on him. No luck, Jaylin clung to him like a 3 year old to a stuffed bear.
The dragonkin's neck was tantalizingly close, however. If Milon bit the dragon, maybe the pain and the startled reaction would give Milon enough time to escape? Well, it was a better option than waiting for him to wake up, cast another Charm spell on Milon, and spend the afternoon participating in homosexual debauchery.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth, planning on sinking his teeth into the dragon's neck, but he stopped. A pleasant smell filled his nose, the dragon's own sweet scent. The smell of a powerful, virile, male dragon.
Milon shook his head, shooing away the strange thoughts. He leaned in, his lips meeting the dragon's scaled neck. He tried to bite down, he really did. But rather than his teeth sinking into the taut muscle of Jaylin's scaled neck, Milon instead found his tongue tracing over the smooth scales, a slight sweetness spreading over his tongue.
The thief couldn't help it, whatever it was tasted so good. He had to keep licking, gently, almost affectionately lapping at the dragon's neck. Milon both heard and felt the dragon's contented purr. The sound made Milon feel good, happy, glad that his actions pleased his master.
Eek! No, no, no! Those weren't his thoughts! The human began panicking, his mind suddenly filled with strange urges, desires, and messages that were definitely not his own. He wanted to escape, to run, to flee. But also a part of him wanted to stay here, held in his lover's warm, powerful embrace, licking the sexy dragon's neck.
Nurgh! Not sexy! Not sexy at all! Gross, repulsive, monstrous! A terrible, horrible, controlling, dominant, vibrant, smooth, powerful, attractive male that made Milon's loins ache just thinking about him.
The human clenched his eyes shut, trying to shoo away those strange errant thoughts. He immediately regretted closing his eyes, as he found his mind providing fantasy images of the gorgeous dragon. The wine red male pressing up against Milon's back, his massive prick sliding effortlessly into Milon, providing him with such delightful pleasure, making him moan and squeal with delight.
Feeling rather betrayed by his imagination, Milon opened his eyes again. Gods, the very thought of being plowed into again by the dragon had turned him on. Milon's erection felt a little uncomfortable pressing up from between his legs, against the dragon's belly as it was. If he could just reach his member with one hand, he could slip it upwards, into a less strained position. He risked waking the dragon by shifting a bit to give him enough room to do it...
There! Milon sighed with relief, pressing his hips forward again, pressing up against the dragon as he had been before. His sigh became a soft moan as the head of his cock rubbed against Jaylin's belly scales. The male's scent and taste were turning him on so much, Milon wanted to bite his tongue to stop himself from licking, but his jaws wouldn't respond to his will.
Okay, just this once. The dragon wouldn't know. If Jaylin woke uo and discovered the wetness, Milon could just blame it on a wet dream. After all, how could he not have sweet, sexy dreams snuggled up as he was with a beautiful male? Argh!
His hand still around his cock, Milon began to jerk off, his motions slow and gentle, not wanting to awaken the dragonkin. His other arm was wrapped around the dragon's body, under the shoulder, his hand just below Jaylin's wing.
The human found himself hugging the dragon, lapping at the dragon's neck with his long, blue tongue. That gave Milon pause. He froze, tongue extended at full lick. He could see it, several inches longer than it was supposed to be, a definitely light blue color, tapering down and then forking at the tip. It was most definitely not a human tongue.
Milon began to panic, pulling back from Jaylin's grip, allowing the human to look down at his body. His purple skinned body. Milon whimpered softly and began to squirm, wanting to escape the dragon's grip, no longer caring about waking his master.
Urrrrgh! Those weird thoughts again! The human's squirming awoke Jaylin, who released his pet and yawned. Milon took the opportunity to scamper away, but for some reason he found he couldn't make himself go any further than the edge of the bed.
The human looked down at his body with wide eyes. His skin had changed colors, most of it a shade of lilac turning to blue-gray on his chest, belly, and thighs. His nails were longer, pointed, the same bright blue shade as his tongue. And his cock was bigger, but it was also that shade of bright blue, while his balls were blue-gray.
"Is my new pet excited by the first changes of her body?" Jaylin purred.
"Y-y-yes Master." Milon found her... HIM... himself saying, blushing and looking down at the bed. And her... his erection.
"Do you have something to say to me, pet?" the dragon asked, head cocked, a smirk on his face.
"Milon is a male, Master."
"Milon may be a male, but you're not Milon any more. Isn't that right, Milana?" the wine red dragon cooed.
"Y-yes, Master." Milana found herself saying. Him! Himself!
The spellbound human gripped his head in his hands, "No! I'm a guy! I'm a man!"
"Don't you just get all weak in the knees at the thought of spreading your legs for me, pet?" Jaylin teased, beginning to crawl towards his pet.
"N-n-no." Milon said through clenched teeth. His cock spasmed at the thought, a dribbling of precum dripping down the length.
"Your mouth fills with saliva at the very thought of sucking me off, doesn't it?" the dragon continued, crawling forward.
Milon shook his head, ignoring the increase of wetness in his mouth.
"Would a male's body react like this?" Jaylin purred, right next to Milon, his long tongue drawn over the human's nipples.
Milon moaned loudly at the touch, which sent a pleasured shiver through his body, sending another drip of pre oozing down his cock.
"Mmm... they're only slight swellings now, but soon they'll be beautiful, plentiful breasts. Breasts a female can be proud of. Breasts made even larger from the wing muscles of a dragon. You're not a human, not a male. You're a dragon. A little, horny, female, slut of a dragon. A dragon eager to please her male." Jaylin continued.
Tears leaked from Milon's eyes as he tried to prevent himself from answering the dragon, to keep his body from responding the way a female's would.
"A male wouldn't be driven to near climax at the thought of having, fat, milk filled breasts, and a round belly full of eggs."
Milon couldn't help it. The image leaped into his mind, a small, winged dragon with large, milk filled breasts, a gravid belly, sucking on Jaylin's cock, her own tail pistoning in and out of her cunt, no cock in sight.
The human moaned and arched his back, his traitorous body climaxing from the mental image, each jet of seed proclaiming that Milon was in fact Milana, a slutty, female dragon.
He bit his lip, looking up at the dragon with all the will power he could summon. "I'm Milon. I'm not a female!"
Jaylin eyed the white puddle on the bed and chuckled, "As you wish, Milana, if such fantasies make you happy." the dragon said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Now, clean up your mess. When you're done you can come out into the den for breakfast." the dragon said with a laugh.
"Yes, Master." Milon said weakly, unable to keep his mind from erotic thoughts as he watched his master leave, his sexy tail swaying back and forth as he walked.
Milon dropped down and began to lap up the mess, trying to convince himself that he really didn't enjoy the taste of semen.
-o-
The human walked out into the den, his lavender skin turned a deep purple in a shameful blush. He could smell Jaylin's scent on his body. It made him feel so horny. He was completely hard again, less than a minute from his previous climax.
The dragon was seated on a pile of furs, noisily ripping and tearing meat from the haunch of some large herbivore, unidentifiable due to the charring the dragon's fire had left upon in. Jaylin pointed to a place on the floor in front of him.
Milon found his body responding without his consent, moving him quickly to the place indicated. A spot on the floor between the dragon's legs. The dragon's erection nearly filled the human's vision.
Jaylin stroked his shaft and smiled down at his pet. "Here's your breakfast, Milana, but you'll have to work for it. My seed will be all the nourishment you'll receive from me until you stop playing this silly game about being a male. Now, be a good girl and eat your breakfast."
Milon struggled mightily with the conflicting urges. He didn't want to suck the dragon's cock, it wasn't something that males did. It would also likely have the effect of turning him further into a dragon. But the warmth... the sweetness... the hot, thick seed that would make his belly feel so wonderfully full...
"No!" Milon growled, "I won't do it!"
The dragon grabbed Milon by the hair and pulled him to his feet, eye to eye with the sitting dragon. "Bad girl, Milana." Jaylin scolded, a smirk on his face.
Milon blushed and directed his eyes downward, he couldn't help but feel ashamed at disobeying his master.
"I'm afraid I'll have to punish my bad little pet, reminding her that she is a female and that as a female her duty is to pleasure her male and master."
Milon waited for the punishment, a slap across the face, being forced down onto all fours and mounted again, being held while the dragon jacked off onto him. But Jaylin did something even more terrible. He cast a spell and shoved Milon to the floor.
The human felt the itching, burning tingle of change flowing through his body, rippling down his spine, nesting in his loins. He watched in horror as a small stub appeared at the base of his spine. It grew like a sinister, malignant tumor, growing larger in all directions, a round nodule of flesh expanding further and further until it ripped open with a heavy, wet sound. A long, slick, tapering length emerging from Milon's backside.
Milon's eyes widened in horror at the sight of his new tail. "Please, no! I'll do it, Master! Please! Just make it stop! I don't want a tail!" the human whimpered.
"Oh, you're going to have more than a tail, Milana. I think you'll remember to act like a female if you have a female's cunt between your legs. Wet, throbbing, aching, eager to be filled by your master."
The human cried out and leaped into the dragon's lap. He licked rapidly at the dragon's manhood, his hands pumped up and down Jaylin's shaft. The dragon laughed and pushed Milon to the floor.
"You had your chance to behave, you naughty girl. You're going to accept your punishment, and then you're going to be filled like a girl ought to be." the dragon said, a cruel smile on his face.
Milon felt a not entirely unpleasant pulling sensation from his cock. He sat up, looking down at his member, just waiting for the first sign of it to disappear, to shrink and pull into him. Strangely it did neither of those things, in fact it appeared to be growing larger.
The human watched in fascination as his bright blue cock expanded, growing larger in length, width, and girth. The skin moved and shifted, tightened on the shaft, the head flattening, spreading outward. Outward into a spade shape. The thief gasped as his new sheath formed, his dragoncock now complete.
The pulling feeling between his legs continued, however. Milon dreaded what he would find as he reached behind his scrotum with one hand. He moaned loudly as his fingertips brushed against the new lips that had formed there.
The touch sent a cascade of fluid out onto his hand. The thief felt something wriggle and shift inside of him. A powerful oder filled the air, one that Milon could recognize, even with his limited instincts. The smell basically screamed 'dragon bitch in heat.'
He couldn't help it, he found himself rock hard at his own female scent. His male arousal was suddenly mirrored with female desire. Milon found himself on all fours, tail raised, looking back expectantly at his master.
"Good girl, Milana. This is the method that you will be punished by. You will behave as is proper for a female. Failure to do so will result in my transforming you further and further into such. Now, are you going to be a good girl, Milana?" Jaylin purred.
"Yes, Master." Milon said softly, tears in her eyes. Milon was a female in her own mind now, as she was in body. But she wasn't giving up yet, she would find a way to break Jaylin's control over her and escape.
But all thoughts of escape quickly left Milon's mind as Jaylin mounted her, the human's new sex blossoming with new, wonderful erotic sensations. Stretched as she was, there was surprisingly little pain, save for a painful pinch at the beginning as her virginity was taken.
Each thrust drove her deeper and deeper into a state of needful desire, of submissive obediace, of only wanting to please her master with her body. Milon found his conciousness quickly shoved to the side, the bundle of instincts and mental programming that was Milana coming to the forefront.
She moaned and panted, eagerly partaking in the act. Milana pushed back against her master with each thrust, wanting Jaylin as deep inside of her as he could go. The dragon's cock scratched the itches of sexual desires inside of her that the new dragoness didn't even know she'd ever had as a male.
The wonderful lack of control, the inability to direct the pace of their mating, the sensation of her belly warming and filling with every jet of Jaylin's precum. The explosive power of her orgasm caught Milana completely by surprise with its intensity, it was like a fire of purest pleasure burning inside her, the flames fueled by the hot torrents of dragonseed that poured from her master's body into her own.
Milana roared her pleasure like a dragon, as did her master. Her sex clung to him, milking him for every drop of seed she could coax from that wonderful member. The little dragoness whimpered as her master finally pulled out of her.
She saw his cruel smile and wondered what she had done wrong. Her head lowered, eyes closed, and she awaited her punishment like a good girl. The dragon touched her head with his hand, and Milana found herself no longer existing.
Milon yelped, eyes wide. She back away from the dragon, horrified. Her eyes filled with tears and she began to cry. Jaylin scooped her up and held her tightly against his chest. Milon snuggled up against his master, feeling comforted by his presence and warmth.
"You see, I can do that to you any time I want, force you to be my perfectly obedient little female, but that's not what I want. I want a beautiful, affectionate, loyal, obedient pet, but not one who obeys through force and fear, you understand?" the dragon purred, stroking Milon's hair.
"Please, Master, don't even do that again." Milon pleaded, hugging the dragon's body tightly.
Jaylin chuckled, "I won't unless you make me, pet. That is a punishment I reserve for you only if you try to run from me."
"I won't." Milon promised. She knew now that she would never be able to escape Jaylin's control. Her draconic instincts would make it difficult to leave her male, and the punishment for a failed escape was far too great to risk.
"Good girl." Jaylin purred as he caressed his pet.
Milon clung to the dragon for a few minutes, the scale to skin contact with her male calming her, as did his pleasant scent. Her belly rumbled, reminding Milon of her hunger.
"M-master, may I have breakfast now?" she asked softly. The prospect of sucking the dragon off wasn't quite as repugnant as it had been before now that Milon was truly a female. In part at least.
"Of course, Milana." Jaylin purred, setting the human down on the furs next to him.
Milon prepared to lean over as she had last night, kneeling over the dragon's leg, pleasuring him with her mouth and hands. To her surprise Jaylin thrust the haunch of meat he'd been gnawing on earlier into her arms. There was still a great deal left.
She blinked a few times, not quite comprehending what was going on. She looked to the dragon, who smiled down at her. "You didn't really think I was going to make you subsist only on my seed, did you? Tasty and filling though it may be, it's no substitute for roast deer."
Milon smiled as she began to eat, suddenly feeling ravenous. She purred softly as Jaylin reached down and patted her on the head.
"Eat your fill, Milana. I'm going out to patrol and hunt. Don't stray too far from the cave, there are several dangerous creatures about that I would prefer you not run across. Also feel free to explore my true hoard." the dragon said with a grin, "After all, it's what you originally came here for."
"True hoard?" Milon asked through a mouthful of meat.
"Mmmhmm. There's a portal below the center treasure chest. You didn't really think that a powerful dragon such as myself had such a small stash of riches did you?"
Milon shook her head. She felt a little honored that Jaylin trusted her with his treasures.
"Also feel free to pick out any clothes that strike your fancy."
The human's eyes widened at that, "Clothes, Master?"
The dragon laughed, "Of course, my dear. I'm not going to demand you run around naked and freeze your tail off. Especially as lacking in scales as you are. Dress however you like."
Milon blushed deeply as her male leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head.
"Thank you, Master." she said with a large smile.
"You're welcome, little one." Jaylin purred in reply.