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Slayer or Layer 25

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

The orgy went on for a day and a night, and by the next morning, Lorkos was...well, mentally himself again, though the body was still rather foreign to him. He flexed his wings, looked down at his feral body, and sighed.

Lifting his head, he looked over the wagons around him. They had ringed 'round him in his sleep, hiding him from the road directly, but it hadn't entirely worked as a strategy. There were dead horses and riders just past the ring of wagons, and he could see that one of them had been scorched by fire.

Somehow, he doubted that the lizard people around him had managed to make that happen on their own.

Did I...

It must have happened while he was still frenzied, but he couldn't remember doing it for the life of him. He knew that he could do it - there was a moment around the bandits that he remembered spitting fire - but he couldn't remember killing someone here.

It was...well, it was terrifying.

The dragon pulled himself to his feet, groaning as his back cracked and the joints at the base of his tail did the same. It was an awkward sort of feeling, but relieving at the same time.

Unfortunately, it was also loud, and one of the female lizards lifted her head from the ground as he woke her up.

Lorkos sighed, shaking his head as she turned to him. Naked, bare to the scales, she bowed without shame.

"Good morning, Missstressss," she said.

"..."

So many questions. So very many questions. Mistress? Bowing? Was there something between the lizards and dragons that he didn't know? Probably. He didn't know much when it came to them, mostly because he had never thought he'd need to know.

Better to stay silent, and learn. He had gotten himself into enough trouble because he thought he knew best and had ended up being wrong.

The lizard woman got to her feet, bowing once more.

"Missstressss, are you sssatisssfied after yessssterday'ssss pleasssure?"

It had been a full day, then. It was good to have it confirmed, but at the same time, it was still difficult to believe that he had been fucking for that long.

Then again...

I'd completely lost my mind, Lorkos thought, and the implications were not pleasant. I can't let something like that happen again. I'm too...too dangerous if I'm not thinking.

Which meant that he was required to be near scalies. Male scalies in particular, and that the breeding had to continue. And if he was to 'breed' with anybody that wasn't scaly, then...well, he needed something to fill him with eggs as soon as possible to avoid the curse getting out of control again, the way that it had when the bandits had turned him into a toy.

The dragoness who'd cursed him really had thought of everything.

Realizing that the lizard woman staring at him was still waiting for an answer, the dragon bobbed his head.

"Yes," he managed to say, though his voice sounded creaky and rusty. "I feel...better."

"We are glad, Missstressss," the lizard said. "We were concerned that you would need ssseveral dayssss of rutting to feel sssated."

"I did not."

"Then we have ssserved you well?"

There was a note of expectation there, one that Lorkos was surprised to hear. It was like the sound of an underling that was angling for a reward, someone that wanted to be given that little bit extra money for a job well done.

He had not expected that from a non-mammal, but it was familiar. He couldn't help but smile slightly.

"You wish a reward, then?"

"I would not dare asssk it from you, Misssstressss, but if you felt that we had earned it..."

Translation: I am being very polite, but you really should give me something.

Who would have thought that he would be dealing with merchants and mercenaries as a dragon? He sure as hell wouldn't have thought of anything like that before his transformation, but it was almost familiar. Then again, he had been working with mercenaries as a dragonslayer before, so it wasn't entirely out of his experience.

But it might actually come in handy...

He looked around the cluster of lizards, most of them naked as the day that they were - hatched? Born? - and most still connected at the hip to someone else. Only a few of the mercenaries were on their feet, and even they were naked, walking around the edge of the little caravan and keeping an eye on the road. They were probably the ones that had stabbed some of the riders, come to think of it.

The females, surprisingly, were already showing belly bulges. He could see that some of them were even inflating before his eyes, the ones that were on their backs slowly giving rise to a hill of a belly. They groaned in their sleep, but did nothing.

He wondered if it was due to the dragon's curse, or if he had done something himself without knowing it. Anything seemed possible now that he had turned into a dragon...

Dragoness, he thought, as he had the reminder of a lack of dick between his legs. Not from heat, but from the slow drip that came from his scaly pussy. I am a dragoness, not a dragon.

But still, that meant power, and strength, and who knew what else? Lorkos pressed his foreleg against the ground, and even a light amount of pressure cratered the grass before him.

"What do you want?" he asked the woman. "What's your name?"

"Ssssila, assss it pleasssesss you."

The blue lizard bowed, and the dragon nodded.

"What do you want?" he repeated.

"If it pleasssesss you, I would asssk for the protection of the dragonssss on the way to our home."

"...Protection?"

"We wisssh to return with our goodssss intact, and that will require some aid. Will you grant ussss thissss?"

It was a simple enough task, though one that would take him further from the capital. That said...

How would someone like me get the attention of an archmage without getting killed in the process?

That was a question he honestly didn't have an answer for, particularly in this body. He would just get shot down by other mages as soon as he poked his head over the wall. Lizards were one thing. Dragons...well, dragons were quite another.

The question was, did he tell her the truth? About what he was, about the curse? She obviously didn't know, but...did she need to?

"Where do you need to go?" he asked, trying to buy time as he thought about it.

"Beyond the foressst, and towardsss the basssse of the hillssss on the far ssside."

It wasn't that far away, as far as he could tell. If he craned his neck, he could just see some of the hills in the distance past the trees, and he imagined that the lizard people lived out there, in tribes like the ones in the forest. It would make sense that they'd have a similar sort of structure for their people.

I could take them there...and maybe...

If they had a shaman, if they had someone that had magic...Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to get most of his body back. Maybe not all of it, but enough.

And if worst came to worst, he would be able to get fucked enough to start going back to his bipedal form. Eggs would be plentiful enough as long as he kept finding scalies to fuck, and the lizard bodyguards for this caravan had proven that. He was already pregnant again, his belly sagging slightly with the eggs within. It was a start, at least.

"I can take you there. And in return -"

"You wissssh ssssomething, Missstresss?"

"Yes."

In addition to not being called mistress, which felt very strange, despite his genitals.

"Do you have a shaman in your village?"

Sila nodded.

"Then let me talk to them when we get there. I want to see if they can help me."

"With what, Missssstressss?"

"That is my business."

"...Yessss, Misssstresssss. I believe we have a bargain."

"Excellent."

Lorkos lowered himself back down to a more horizontal position, getting comfortable as the naked Sila wandered through the camp. As he watched the blue lizard shake various males awake, as she worked to detach the coupled couples, he thought about what he was going to do with this.

He was effectively working for the lizards, now. Not as a breeder, this time, but rather as a guard. By flying in the air, by working as their escort, he was siding against his own people. He had already done that to some extent by killing off those that were going to kill his daughter, but that had been near enough to self-defense. Lia meant something to him.

These people, on the other hand...

This is just a temporary arrangement, and if I'm in the air, I can direct them away from anything in the distance. If I do this right, I won't have to kill anyone.

It was strange to think that way. He had been a dragonslayer for so long that killing had become a part of his nature. He'd never avoided the possibility of more bodies if it allowed for a more efficient kill. If he had to slaughter everyone in his way, he just...did it.

This was the first time that he'd considered avoiding a fight. Was he getting smarter? More cowardly?

Or was this just because he was thinking about fighting 'people' this time?

He didn't like thinking about it, and he curled up tightly, awaiting notice that it was time to move out. For now, he'd just...rest.

He deserved that much.

The End