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Story and all characters (c) 2006-2007 Yancarlo Ramsey. Please do not redistribute without written permission.

This is a work of adult fiction. If you get caught reading it, don't blame me.

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Later that day, he got up to stretch yet again. By that time I'd gotten bored watching him check and recheck his notes, and had curled up nearby, dozing lightly. So I didn't notice when he left the cave to relieve himself, or when he came back in and walked over to me. But when he stroked my nose, I was startled enough to twitch as I opened my eyes.

"Oh... Adrian. Is it going well?"

He smiled at me. "I think I'm ready."

"You are?" I lifted my head a few centimeters off the ground, and my golden eyes searched his, with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Adrian nodded and lowered his hand. "As ready as I'll ever be for a first attempt at something like this."

"So... What happens now?"

"Well, I imagine since you've been resting, you're likely ready...?"

I bobbed my head slightly.

"Then we can begin as soon as I've prepared the circle."

As he turned from me and moved toward his supplies again, I raised my head to look down over his shoulder. "What kind of circle?"

He replied as he pulled out a piece of chalk. "An aid to focus for more powerful spells."

I thought about this as he moved to an open area in the center of the cave. A circle was used to confine effects, concentrate energy, reduce distraction, and help prevent mistakes. From what little knowledge I had picked up regarding extremely skilled mages, they were rarely needed, generally for only the spells with significantly detrimental consequences should anything go wrong. I hoped that humans just used them more liberally.

He placed a small, heavy cylinder in the middle of the open area, and unreeled a length of string from it. Hooking the string to a clasp attached to a short post on top of it, he moved out to the limit of the string, held it taut, crouched down, and began tracing out a simple circle on the floor, using the length of the string to keep the radius constant.

I moved closer to watch, but stayed outside the space he was using. He finished the circle itself, and measured out a number of points along its circumference, marking each with a small dot. Then he drew several geometric shapes around the outside of the circle. When he finished, he put the chalk away and collected a bowl of some kind of black powder, which he began sprinkling along all the lines.

I continued to watch silently, turning my head to the side to make sure my breath wouldn't blow the powder out of position. He took a moment to look up and smile at me, then continued.

Once he'd finished covering all the lines, he moved to the center of the circle and closed his eyes. He began murmuring some words that I couldn't quite hear. He turned in place, arms extended to the sides, hands parallel to the floor, until he'd turned a full circle. The black powder warmed and sizzled, letting off something like steam or smoke, which made the air shimmer as if through a haze of intense heat.

I watched intently, coming as close as I dared. This was something I had never had a chance to observe, and I found it fascinating. The powder appeared to be melting, running together, flowing like water, but it remained confined to the width of the chalk lines. And as the lines were covered with molten black, the powder-turned-liquid began to glow with a multitude of colors. They rose like mist, first taking on a reddish tinge, then orange, yellow, green, bright blue, then darkening to a deep indigo before lightening again to a pale purple. The colors cycled several times, and then slowly faded. But a faint shimmer of color could still be seen in the surface of the shiny black lines, which remained hot to my vision.

He stopped chanting, and the haze cleared. Taking a deep breath, he turned toward me and nodded. "That part is done. For the rest, your help will be needed..."

I rose and stepped closer, pausing with my head just outside the lines, glancing down at them and then toward Adrian again. "Is it safe...?"

He nodded, and began to walk toward me. "They are safe to cross while not in use, though they will be hot still."

"I can see that." I moved closer and put one foreleg across the lines, then the other, and felt nothing other than their warmth. The interior of the circle would easily be large enough to hold me, but Adrian was still approaching.

"You don't need to be in the circle, actually. - You can see what?" He looked curiously at me.

"The heat," I responded.

He paused, then nodded thoughtfully. "So that is how you see so well without light... You can see warmth and cold as well? Interesting. I wonder what it would be like..." Then he chuckled softly. "I suppose I'll be getting a chance to find out, soon enough."

I huffed a warm puff of air at him and replied in an amused tone. "So it seems."

He then directed me to find a place to lie down, and went back to his notes to review them one final time. After a minute he returned to the circle, and looked toward me. "I will need to disrobe now," he said, and began doing so, giving me a faint smile. "You may feel free to look, if you wish. It won't bother me."

I huffed and rolled my eyes. For a moment I looked away, but then curiosity got the better of me, and I watched as he tossed his shirt aside and shucked his pants, kicking them over to join the little pile. His form was much as before, but this was the first time I'd really studied him. His skin was smooth and somewhat pale, and hugged the curves of his bones and muscles. There was a light dusting of fine hair across much of his body, and a thick patch at his groin and under each arm.

In addition to the more obvious external sex organs - one part of which appeared to be slightly enlarged, though it still hung loosely - there were a pair of small bumps on his chest, which I realized were vestigial nipples. I'd never understood why male mammals even possessed them, but they did.

Nude, he moved to the center of the circle, turned to face me, and stood there watching me for a few seconds. Then he sat, placing the soles of his feet against each other with his knees out to the sides, his hands resting on them. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply and slowly. Over the course of the next half minute, his penis rose and swelled until it stuck straight out from his hips, then a little higher. I could see his body warming, and his breathing was gradually speeding up.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Now... Are you ready, Nuala?"

I only hesitated a moment before replying, "Yes, Adrian."

His hands left his knees, and gestured slowly in front of him. And as he did so, I began to feel it again. The internal warmth, the tingle, the rush of energy... I closed my eyes and let myself feel nothing else but the sensations building within my body.

Adrian wasted little time bringing me to the point where the pleasure was so intense that I was trembling and beginning to writhe on the floor. And then he held me there, for what seemed like half an hour. Finally I began to beg him for release.

"Adrian... Enough! Let me finish... I can't stand anymore..."

"Nuala... Do you want this to work?" he replied.

"Yes! Yes, please, just let me finish!"

"I can't yet. Not enough energy. Hold on, Nuala... Please..."

I let my objections fall silent, and keened faintly, twitching and rolling about. I was getting so hot that I felt like my body was going to burn up, and still it went on, with no end in sight. I gathered my resolve, knowing he was right, that if I didn't supply the energy he needed, I would be risking having even more trouble come, very soon. Finally I gave up trying to keep my thoughts coherent, and I simply lay there, shuddering and panting, never quite reaching the peak of pleasure I'd experienced the first time.

I didn't realize it for several seconds when I heard his voice. "... Nuala? ... Nuala, answer me... Can you hear me?"

I could barely summon the coherence to reply. "I... I hear you..."

"Look... Open your eyes... It's starting."

I didn't understand. What was starting? I was still no closer to that climax I hungered for. I opened my eyes and looked at myself. My sex was soaked and glistening. Juices had been smeared all over my scales and all over the floor by my writhing, and there was a puddle forming where I currently lay. But this was not exactly a surprise, considering what happened last time. Finally I blinked and turned to look at him, intending to try to summon up the words to ask what he'd meant... but it wasn't necessary. The moment I looked at him, I knew.

He was on his feet, still in the center of the circle, his organ stiff and swollen, a clear glistening at the tip revealing the presence of his own trickling juices. The circle itself was ablaze with light, every line flaring with scintillating colors that shifted and pulsed with magic, seemingly in time with the sensations flowing through me. But that was the least of what I saw.

His body was beginning to change. The hair on his skin was shrinking, fading away. His head and limbs were gradually altering in shape, subtly at first, but with increasing speed. The hair on his head and the patches between his legs and under his arms finally finished disappearing, leaving his skull smooth and shiny, and his body bare. I could see every little detail of his skin. And his skin was beginning to take on a different appearance, its color shifting slightly, its texture becoming smooth and dividing into a mesh of tiny patches. I was enthralled, and despite the intensity of the sensations rushing through my body, my eyes remained locked on him, even as I shook and keened for release.

"It's working..." he said, as he looked down at himself in wonder. "It's really happening..."

"You... Did you... doubt... Adrian?" I managed, somehow, to ask.

"No. No, not really. But anticipating and seeing are very different things... Hah! This is so exciting!"

He began to gently stroke his penis with one hand, while caressing his own body with the other, feeling the changes in his skin texture. I could see him shiver, and the heat was practically pouring off of him. The air he exhaled with each breath formed swirling clouds which, though they dissipated rapidly, were visibly hotter than the ambient temperature - almost as hot as a dragon's breath. I shuddered again, wishing that somehow his erect member was large enough that he could push it into me and give me the climax that I longed for. And then I realized that it was growing larger - no, HE was growing larger. I was surprised somehow, even though I'd known that he would have to grow in order to match the size of a dragon. Seeing it happen before my eyes was a different thing altogether, as he'd said.

I shook, and I watched. Adrian's body swelled, continuing to change in shape, beginning to look distinctly reminiscent of a dragon. Finally his height surpassed double what it had been, and it reached the point where combined with the changes in his shape, he could no longer maintain his upright balance, and he dropped to his knees, supporting his upper body with his hands on the floor. He continued to breathe quickly and heavily, and as he lifted his head I got a better look at the way it was changing. His face had stretched out into a snout. His long jaws, nose, eyes, and skull all resembled a dragon's more than a human's, and his outer ears had already vanished into the sides of his head. He opened his mouth to pant, and I saw that his tongue had taken on a distinct narrow, pointed shape, and his teeth had nearly finished reshaping themselves into rows of fangs.

He continued to grow, and I continued to writhe upon the floor. My pleasure reached a point where I simply couldn't hold my head up anymore, and I collapsed on my side. From this point on, I remember little, as the continued assault on my senses finally wiped the last trace of conscious thought from my mind. There was nothing but the almost suffocating heat within me, the waves of tingling pleasure rushing through me. The sound of my own cries had lost all meaning but one - described by a word I would only later learn: Lust.

I have no idea how long it was before I heard a deep, rumbling voice cry out, practically bellowing in my ear, one that I didn't recognize. Moments later the climax that had been delayed for what felt like hours hit me like a tidal wave, knocking me back as its force slammed into me, making me gasp, sending my body into violent spasms. I later discovered that I acquired a number of bruises beneath my scales due to the vigor with which I thrashed and slammed my limbs and body against the hard, slick floor, but at the time, I didn't feel a thing. Or, perhaps, everything I felt only fueled the raging furnace that had finally burst from its vessel, spawning an inferno that swept through me like a flashfire sweeping across a dry plain. And then I remembered no more.