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Writer's note: This chapter is unique, there are two sequels to "The Dragoness' Gift", one is if Marshall were hatched out as a female and the other is if Marshall was hatched out as a male. YOU get to pick your ending and which one you like best. To read Marshall as a female simply go to MARSHALL-FEMALE to read him as a male scroll down to MARSHALL-MALE (Or use Find to locate the words) I hope you enjoy!

MARSHALL-FEMALE

It burned. The world burned. Marshall twitched and quivered in the midst of a dream that was bringing the heat pouring over his body. The dream made no sense, there was fire and hot air, blasting heat that was pouring over him and devouring him alive. He struggled through it, wings flailing and rising, lunging through the worst of it, but it always dragged him down. The heat refused to release him, refused to give him breath or life, he couldn't fight against something that was unseen, he could only paw and drive backwards against it, shrieking outwards wildly. His scales felt as if they were being scorched from his body, throbbing and revealing the softer flesh beneath the attack, swelling it so it was tight around him, his body shuddering and arching wordlessly as he reached out. He tried to bat his wings to cool himself, spreading them open wide, only to wake up the moment one wing finger cracked against the side of the wall and made him cry out in pain and fall backwards, nearly disturbing his clutchmates with one large foot tumbling into the nest.

"Marshall." Batalia's voice was sleepy and rebuking as the fledglings woke up with a loud eruption of noise and movement. "Be careful."

The former man turned his head about blearily, not sure where he was or what was happening, only knowing that he felt as if he were covered in a heavy fog that refused to lift. The dragoness was stretched out against the wall behind him, stirring as his siblings came to life with limbs and wings flailing. They barely came up to his shoulder as he cleared his thoughts with a snort, sneezing out a little bit and making his mind snap back into the present as best that he could. It was too late to keep the youngsters asleep though, entirely too late, they were up and making noise enough that he grunted and moved away with a thud of his paws. They had all been laid and hatched within a few days of each other, but there was no comparison to their size and his own. He towered above them, not full grown, still less than half the size of Batalia's form, but he was well on his way. It was shocking how quickly he grew, how much he ate, but the dragoness told him it was to be expected.

A dragon grew in accordance to his power, both physical and magical, most hatchlings didn't learn magic until they were well over three years old, but he had been hatched still recalling his human life. He learned magic from the time he had been able to sit upright, hampered only by the smallness of his body. He had grown rapidly, his mother often commenting that he was a first among their kind and seemed curious to see just how quickly he would reach full size. At two years old he was the size of most five year olds, able to fly with some amount of ease and in control of his magic. The former wizard yawns and tried to resettle himself against a wall, looking over his sleek form with some amount of pride and bewilderment. It was still strange to look at his body, the turquoise and purple scaling, the spikes along his tail, the wide wings that rested to either side of his body. He was large and powerful, something far above a human, there was no comparison.

_At least magic has given me this, there is no way that I could spend years barely able to walk on all fours without tripping. _ He thought to himself lazily, stretching his tail out the full length.

He would only grow larger, stronger, he was already to the point that he could have left the nest if he wished too and been just fine on his own, but he lingered. Batalia was his friend, his mother, she cared for him and taught him each and every day. The dragoness always seemed to have some new lesson for him, and he lapped them up, one and all. He had never wielded magic so easily, had it come to him as simply as breathing, the magic he had had as a human was laughable. He stretched and wriggled his toes lightly, raking against the dirt while he tried to settle himself, listening to the dragoness soothing his clutchmates. His scales felt tight on his body, uncomfortable even after the dream, making him shift against the ground and paw lightly, claws scraping against the ground.

"Unsettled?" Batalia asked softly as her attention slid towards him, her eyes slightly darker as Marshall arranged his tail around his forelegs.

"Bad dream." He answered and gave his head a shake, hearing his mother and friend standing up to step away from her nest.

"Ahh... Yes, a bad dream." He answered, rubbing his muzzle against his legs slightly. "Sort of."

The brilliant amethyst dragoness loomed over him with her eyes focusing on him, her head tilted to one side lightly as he stretched out his toes a little and tried to shake away the feeling of being uncomfortably hot. Batalia settled down on her haunches and leaned down to sniff him, huffing in a deep breath while he tried to get his wings settled on his back. The larger head snuffed at him, sliding against his shoulder in a strangely intimate touch that made him tense up strangely and his haunches stiffen.

"More than a bad dream." Batalia sighed softly and gave another snuff, this one closer so that the nose nearly brushed against his haunches and the female grimaced slightly.

Marshall started to ignore her, but as the muzzle brushed up higher and slid between his wings he felt a sensual shiver run down the length of his spine and a soft noise burst free of his throat. He didn't know why, his wings immediately dropped to either side and his back arched as he felt the warm breath against the nape of his scaled neck and Batalia snorted out and jerked her head away with a slightly alarmed expression on her reptilian features. Strange, how he could recall finding her muzzle and face alien, now he could see the tightness along her eyes and the slightly drawn expression on her muzzle as she drew away. He was left with a confusing tumble of emotions that had him flexing his paws against the ground strangely, his tail snapping back and forth behind him.

"I should have had more time." The dragoness murmured and dropped down on her haunches. "More time to ease you into this."

"Into what?" Marshall snapped his head up to regard his mother and friend in confusion. "That I'm a dragon or instincts that come with it, I am learning about it quite well."

"There is more to it than that." She sounded reluctant. "You had enough to deal with freshly hatched, a sharp mine in a helpless hatchling body... There were so many things that you had to learn about, how to walk, how your wings and tail worked, your appetites and changes. I didn't want to lump things onto you so that you had a mental break."

"I adjusted just fine!" Marshall's voice piped up and his tail snapped angrily behind him, growing annoyed as she refused to approach things straight on. "I had problems, true, but that isn't to be unexpected especially after you went about it! So just speak straight up!"

"You are not male. You are female. The egg that you clung to in my body was destined to bring about a dragoness." Batalia's words were flat and to the point. "You didn't have a bad dream, you're coming into your first season. Far too early."

Marshall felt the world drop out from under him, his stomach dropping like a lead weight, his mind swimming as his mother continued to watch him with sharp eyes. She was uncomfortable and unhappy, but he opened his mouth to deny it. No sound came out, he simply managed to shake his head rapidly back and forth in absolute denial. He couldn't get his mind wrapped around what was being said.

"It is true." Batalia tipped her head down. "Have you never wondered where certain equipment was on you?"

"I.. I didn't pay attention." He managed to stammer. She managed to stammer. The truth was, she never had looked that closely between her haunches, it made her uncomfortable. Oh she was curious, but she still felt it danced along the edge of bestiality. "I.. this can't be possible! I don't feel female?"

Batalia didn't answer in words, but extended her muzzle down against to send a hot blast of air right against the back of her neck again. Marshall let out a hissing cry as another shiver ran down the length of her spine, making her claws rake against the ground, tearing down in a long line as her wings dropped back down to either side of her body. It was a visceral creation to a brush against that part of her scales, a spot that felt supremely sensitive to the merest brush of air, let alone the muzzle that rubbed against her and sent her claws digging down into the ground.

"You will just have to trust me and listen, know that I understand what will be best." Batalia murmured softly and sighed. "I should have had more time, we both should have."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Six steps forward, twenty steps to either side, six steps back, Marshall padded rapidly in circles as she tried to burn away the restless energy pouring over her body. Day after day had passed since she had woken from a dream of fire and heat, and as the days passed her need to move had grown worse. Her horror and confusion at finding out what her body really was took a backdrop to the itch and drive of her scales quivering and shivering over her body. She had never felt so contained by her own skin, so unreasonably angry at every little sound and bit of movement around her. The squalling of her siblings drove her nearly mad, the darkness was oppressive, she wanted to charge out the front of the cave, snap her wings open and flee as far as she could go. Her eyes swung towards the exit and saw her mother resting firmly between her and the rest of the world, a position that she had taken up the night she had come into season.

I'm female. The thought felt entirely insane to her own mind, but at the same time there was no denying it at this point.

She had always wondered why she hadn't seen herself peeping from her vent, but the way dragons were built was strange to start with, she hadn't questioned their sexual organs too closely. She had simply thought that they must be like lizards, only emerging when aroused and she had little reason to be worked up in that way. She had explored herself since then, humiliated, but she had made herself touch and explore between her haunches. Her vent was swollen, the fine inner lips exposed and puffy looking, glistening with wet nectar that smelled sweet and strange to her nose. Even thinking about her vent made her shudder, her wings flexing as she turned about and stormed to the very back of the lair so as not to be tempted by the opening of the cave. Batalia wasn't posted guard to keep her suitors at bay, she was posted guard to keep Marshall inside.

She had thought it hilarious at first, but now, now all she could think about was tearing her way out of the confined spaces of the lair and finding herself outside. Her mother had warned her that she wasn't ready for eggs, not mentally, not emotionally, she needed to come to terms that she was female before she even thought of taking a mate. She should have been comforted that it she wouldn't be mated against her will unless she left the safety of the cave, but there was no room in her mind for comfort. There was only room for The Need. It was the same drive that caused cats in heat to yowl their misery to the world, a burning need and itch that refused to let her sleep or know peace. Her mind swam with hormones that goaded her into running, to leave the nest behind, to find a male to take her and pin her to the earth, to grab her neck and....

"Rrrrr...." Marshall groaned and arched slightly, feeling her loins tighten strangely before she tried to shake her way free of the brutal hold on her thoughts.

_No, just think clearly! You are a human MAN in this body! You don't want to have eggs and you certainly don't want to have congress with an animal! _ She snarled to himself, trying to shake the fog, but her body wasn't listening.

How many days had she spent here? How many nights had she slept and twitched in fevered dreams that had nothing to do with her other life? She wanted to scream her frustration to the world, and she had, a roar that had set her clutchmates awake and creeling, leaving her fuming and irritated that they were even in here. Marshall coiled herself up against a stone wall, tucking her tail around herself as she tried to ignore the tightly swollen vent that was throbbing with her heart beat. How long had her mother said this would last? Two weeks and then she'd be free? Three? How much longer could this continue? As she set her head down on her paws, she heard a distant thrum vibrating through the lair, not loudly, but a vibration that shivered up her spine in the most delightful way.

Marshall's head jerked up, her body tensed slightly as the croon lengthened and grew louder, warm and deep, thrumming alluringly. She knew the sound of Batalia's voice and song, she knew her own voice, but this tone was deeper and clearly a dragon. There was no denying the fact that a larger and masculine beast was calling out somewhere past the entrance of the cave. Her claws scraped the ground roughly, balling up into fists as the draconic voice sang to her, luring her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the sound in her bones, her heart leaping almost painfully in her throat as she turned her head towards the opening of the cave. It was still dark out, her mother a bare dark lump between her and the rest of the world, a world that was calling to her in the deep throated tones of a drake.

No... No stay here! Sleep! You want to sleep! _ She screamed in her mind, but her body was moving, the aching burn of her loins making her lift up onto all fours. _You don't want this!

_ _

But she did, her body was nothing more than the hormonal rush of her estrus and an unprepared mind. Perhaps if she had always known she was female she would have braced herself for these feelings and urges, but she hadn't and she didn't. All she knew was that she wanted and needed and there was one way she could get what she wanted and needed both. The dragoness pressed to the wall and crept towards the opening of the cave, listening to the steady breathing of her mother. She could almost smell the male out there, and no amount of screaming in her own mind stopped her from creeping past Batalia and into the unprotected night. Her mother barely stirred, only shifted and tilted her head towards the back of the cave as if trying to watch over her daughter even in her sleep.

The moment her wings hit the air she was groaning with relief, the feel of the cool night on her swollen heated scales was a delight in and of itself. She beat several times to take to the air, clumsy flying attempts, but she still lidded her eyes and sucked in a breath of clear fresh air. The cave had begun to reek of her estrus, a fact that was humiliating to her as she beat up higher in the air and tried to enjoy the fresh night flowers and wet grass on the air. The escape nearly made her forget about the fact that she had left the cave for the call of the male, for a moment her mind was clear and bright. The clarity brought her twisting around, her wing sweeping down towards the lair as her eyes flashed wildly as she realized she'd left the cave. She needed to get back, she was safe there, safe with the guardianship of her mother looming at the opening of the cave to keep her safe.

As she wheeled down and began to swing her wings back behind her, she heard the thrumming call from somewhere high behind her. There was a sudden eruption through the clouds and a roar of victory before the male came diving out of the stars from somewhere high above her. He had been circling there, drawn by her scent and the knowledge there was a fertile egg chamber just waiting for him. She dove down with a ragged squeal, her wings snapping back clumsily as he drove himself down, pumping his wings eagerly towards his prey. She didn't know how to evade him, she had barely learned to control her wings the way they were meant to be used and now a full grown drake was hot on her tail as she let out a screeching call for Batalia, shrilling out wildly before two powerful forepaws clamped down against her shoulders and the weight hit her like a boulder.

Her wings crumbled as she fell, only kept from killing herself on the rocks below by the churning wings of the male above her, his baritone voice trumpeting out his victory. She writhed in his grasp, twisting and arching, kicking out, but his hind paws clamped down against her haunches as he continued to spiral and land, her wings uselessly batting around her. He reeked of male musk, it was choking her heat inflamed body until she felt a shudder travelling down her spine. She liked it, how horrifying to realize that the scent he was spilling around her was something that her body was throbbing and reacting too. With a wild kick backwards she tried to break free only to hit the ground with a wild snarl, her lips wrinkling back to show all of her teeth as she shrieked her mother's name, the weight of the male pinning her down in place.

"Do you think your dam will rescue you, dragonling?" The male crooned down at her, his haunches resting roughly against her own, the forepaws shoved against her shoulders to hold her down. "You left the nest, you are free game to the first male to claim you."

"Let me... GO!" Marshall squalled out and tried to snap her tail, her claws scrabbled wildly against the ground as she felt the heavy weight on her back.

"After you are brimming with my clutch, you may go whining back to your dam." The drake snapped down at her, reaching down to nip roughly against the back of her neck. "Rrr... it has been so long since I've found a female in her first heat."

Marshall gaped her jaws open wide and cried out as the teeth snapped against the back of her neck and she shuddered in unwilling pleasure as the heat basked against her swollen hide and scales. It was the same shudder she had felt in the cave, but magnified under the scent of the male that pushed her roughly into the earth. Batalia didn't come to her call, there was no roar of outrage or help coming to her as she felt the powerful haunches pushing down over her own with little ceremony. She caught sight of wings flicking around her, she couldn't see what color they were, they were pale, but the darkness robbed them of their true coloration. Not that she cared, not that she wanted to know, she twisted and kicked her wings up high, battering against him wildly as the grip tightened and dug in against her scaling, forcing her head up high as the haunches dragged downwards and something thick and heavy pushed right up along the side of her tail, caressing intimately, wetly.

Marshall's jaws opened up wide, the cry refusing to come out as she felt the cock grinding against her, sending up a viscous ooze that traveled along her scales. Her tail tried to snap down against her vulnerable loins, but her body betrayed her, her body wanted no part of her horror and desperation, it wanted only need. The steady throb of her heart in her ears, the quivering muscles bunched up as she could feel just how wet her swollen vent was from the touch and scent of him. She beat her wings wildly, twisting and writhing in place, twisting this way and that as the heavy body pushed her until her chest and belly were pressed flush with the ground, her tail forced up along one side of the lower belly. The thick bestial cock pushed down along her tail, dragging as she squeezed her eyes shut and felt the oozing trail of precum running downwards to coat her outer lips intimately. It was disgusting, it was wrong, it was making the human in her run wild to find a way to escape, but her body only lifted her haunches up.

The cock tip trailed downwards and pushed right up along her puffy vent, nudging roughly against the outer folds until she shrieked out in shock. The splatter sent a warm gush of precum between the fattened lips, oozing in deeper, rushing through her to send the first taste of the male's essence into her fertile young body. The cock tip was massive, dragging and digging in at her folds as the clawed forepaws dragged her backwards, the drake grunting out in frustration as he crammed himself forward roughly to force the inner lips inwards. It hurt, it burned, she kicked out and tried to flail her wings wildly as the forceful drive began to pry her wider and wider, straining and aching, making her eyes burn with a sting of tears as the hips lunged forward. Her outer lips wrapped around the spire, forming an obscenely taut ring to clutch around the tip, her wet juices squelching out as the dragon's claws latched into her shoulders and forced her backwards inch by inch as he bucked.

It hurt, her entire body was screaming in pain, but through the pain was the pleasure of the aching itch being stroked over as he violated her virginal form. The powerful hips pushed harder against her, wedging and nudging, sliding through her slippery silken walls as the teeth bore down around her. She heard him growling in pleasure, felt his body vibrating with it as his cock wedged it's way deeper into her untrained form. Her walls were forced to caress further up along the length of him, stroking as the first thick ridge popped it's way inwards and Marshall squalled out wildly and tried to leap forward. Her hind legs dug down roughly against the ground, claws raking before the drake yanked her backwards and another few ridges popped inside of her with lewd wet sounds, splattering out along the inner hind legs.

She was so slick, she hated it, she could feel how wet she was as he forced his way through her quivering walls. Her own body started to milk and squeeze, suckling and pulling along the ridges that worked through her. The inner walls were caressed and teased as he forced his way, stretching her open until she felt as if she was going to tear apart, only to have him drag backwards just as the first few ridges were firmly seated inside of her. The drag backwards was slow, painfully slow, as if he was having trouble pulling back from her taut muscles. He continued to pull backwards until the cock tip popped free with a wet noise, splattering a wet precum and her own nectar against her inner thighs and under her belly, leaving her aching passage empty and aching. She clutched around nothing, little spasms rocking through her before the drake lunged forward again.

His jaws reclaimed her neck, gripping roughly right behind the back of her skull and he snarled out wildly before his cock drove into her body with a thrust that made her shudder and arch. It hurt and felt oh so good all at once, her heat swollen body was being worked through as the ridges popped into her one at a time, forcing their way deeper and deeper into her passage. The shaft rapidly started to grow thicker, spreading her vent open obscenely wide as her hips were forced up higher in the air while she writhed in place. She groaned out, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt and heard the squelching sounds of the cock sinking home, the haunches curling down against her while the drake snarled out. The thickest point of the base forced inwards, dimpling the swollen lips inwards with the force of the thrust, her smaller haunches lifted in the air with the movement.

She tried to hold in place, but the male dragon claimed her roughly, thrusting in short brutal strokes, the ridges tugging and pulling through her formerly virginal passage. It was like nothing she had ever felt in the world, the ache so bad that it was making her gape her jaws open wide with short ragged pants. Her haunches were forced so high up that her hind paws lifted from the ground and the drake lunged his powerful muscled body over hers. He was so much larger, she was dwarfed beneath him as the tip crammed right up against the tender barrier deep inside of her. She knew what it was, she had felt it in Batalia when she had been changed and shifted. The tip was jammed in against the opening to her fertile egg chamber, driving up against her before the shaft jerked backwards again, pulling from her violated body.

It didn't last, he didn't give her any quarter, as the ridges pulled from her body she was only given a moment of relief before he bucked forward again and crammed the cock tip right up against the cervical opening. She cried out, shrieking as the tip jammed forward and hit right up against the fragile ring of flesh and tried to pry her open, sending out a hot gush of precum to rush inside of her. She felt the gooey warmth of it as the swollen base jammed itself home, puffing open her swollen lips briefly before he jerked back again. Thick strands of drool spilled from the drake's jaws as he began to thrust wildly, brutal powerful strokes that worked the swollen shaft through her too small body. She was rocked back and forth, every movement planned to dig in as deep as they could possibly go into her passage. The thick gush of precum that filled her came in spurts, mixing with the rivulets of her own arousal, there was no possible way to stop them.

She was lost, her jaws opened as wide as they could possibly go as she cried out over and over again, feeling the cock base spreading her wider each time the drake hammered in against the barrier of her egg chamber. The ridges pulled and tugged, finding places to send humiliating tremors of pleasure through her unwilling form as she struggled. She couldn't get free, he wasn't going to let her get free, he kept her pinned down as the hips dropped down again, thrusting forward and the base began to spread her wider. It was growing thicker, her swollen passage being forced to wrap around him as her claws raked long lines in the dirt beneath her, her breathing came out in a rush and she snapped her jaws shut. She tried to escape, the part of her thinking was struggling to find a way to beat the beast back with her wings as he forced her outer lips to wrap around the thickness of the base before pulling out with a wet popping sound.

"HOLD!" He snarled out against her neck, teeth biting down to the point she felt her scales gave way. The swollen base popped in and she saw stars as it tore through her, spreading wider, stretching and gaping her open as the entire shaft began to throb.

Marshall shuddered, bound in place as the knot tied her to the beast, feeling the ridges stiffening and jutting out to run through her oh so sensitive body and the tip nudged her open, baring her fertile egg chamber to his body. She felt him groaning out, her body stiffened in shock before the first powerful throb ran down along the length of his spire and quivered through her. For the second time in her life she felt the pouring rush of dragon cum, but this time it was spilling into her in a gooey rush, flinging the sperm rich mixture deep inside of her egg chamber, plunging them deeper towards the vulnerable eggs that rested in her womb. She whimpered out, a helpless sound, but it was all she could manage as her own body betrayed her and started to contract and squeeze around the drake that had her down, his body arching along her back.

The teeth released her neck and he snarled out, jabbing his hips forward to send out another warm gush of the cum inside of her body, making her cry out helplessly as he dropped his paws from her shoulders. There was no need to force her down now, the lewdly swollen knot locked him in place so there was no where she could go as she felt every throb and quiver work to pump inside of her. The hot breath panted against her neck as he flicked his wings back and stood above her, deliberately raising his hips up so that he dragged her haunches in the air by the knot. Her abused cunny felt a shock of pain, making her scrabble to get her legs under her, lifting herself up as the strange dragon reached out and grabbed her horn roughly, forcing her head upwards towards the rocky edifice of her mountain home.

"Do you see your dam? She won't come for you until I am done, little dragonling.." He crooned out low in his throat. "Perhaps she might come when I have regained my breath and I can quicken her as well, rrr?"

Marshall hissed out, her pride stung, her body aching, but her eyes flashed angrily as he let out a cruel laugh and simply rolled his hips against her, making her call out in reaction as he stirred the stiff spire deep within her body, the warmth of his seed pooling in her vulnerable egg chamber.

"So angry... Do not worry, when you are older you will find this a far more pleasurable past-time." He murmured, his tongue flicking out to drag along her neck.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Pale wings flashed beneath Valtan, that was the only hint he had to the fact that an invader had slipped past his boundaries and into his territory, but it was more than enough. The black dragon spun in a circle, feeling the anger burn in his chest as he saw the impudent young drake on the ground, obviously hunched over a female. One of HIS females none the less, right near the base of Batalia's lair. The older drake wrinkled back his lips and hissed at the air as he contained himself long enough to take a slow turn to watch what was happening closely, he had lived long enough to never rush into a fray. There were stories a plenty of drakes who had been taken down and ambushed by younger, and more desperate, bands of male dragons. The forest and mountain were still save for the outraged stiff outline of Batalia at the edge of her lair, she could have driven the intruder off if she hadn't a clutch of her own she was raising. His clutch.

With a wild roar he threw his wings back and plunged to the earth in the same way an eagle might dive on a down falcon, his claws outstretched and eyes narrowed against the winds. How dare a youngster come into his lands?! How dare he attempt to breed one of his females?! The invader heard him long before he reached the ground, the pale head jerked up and the wings began to work before he heard the high pitched scream of a dragoness as she was jerked beneath the male that was still tied to her. Valtan snarled out and reached for the male who broke free of the mating hold, his eyes wide and panicked, the pale blue scales flashing as he squealed out and tried to take to the air. The larger drake lunged after the invader, his claws raking down right along the curve of the haunches as the female began to scrabble away limping.

A young female, he could see that immediately and his rage only grew, how dare this impudent creature come into HIS land and take an untried female?! It wasn't a wet behind the ears hatchling, but a drake that was just getting old enough to take a territory and he wanted to try and take HIS?! Valtan had ruled over the mountains for hundreds of years! He hooked his claws into the tail and tried to drag the younger drake to the ground only to get a claw right to the muzzle. The pale male reeked of sex and gave a desperate lunge upwards, a wing hammering him on the muzzle. His claws ripped into the muscle and scales, dark blood coated his front paws before there was a wild sweep upwards. The stranger ripped free, blood spilling out in a mist as he fled shrilling like a barely hatched dragonling. Valtan roared out his triumph, wings beating in the air as he tasted blood on his dark black muzzle, rage roiling in his chest.

"MOTHER!" The squalling voice dragged the drake's attention away from the fleeing form and to the dragoness downed on the ground beneath him. The rage roiled in his breast and stilled at the sight of the female trying to get her wings up.

"Mmm.. have you wandered so far from your home, little dragonling?" He prummed and looped around with a beat of his broad wings.

She was a lovely little thing, delicate and dainty looking, with an elegantly tapered muzzle and large expressive eyes that were wide and afraid as she limped backwards with her wings slightly spread. He sniffed the air, crinkling his muzzle back in distaste as he smelled the reek of the male lingering behind on her, but beneath that was the heady aroma of a fertile little egg chamber. Valtan landed with all the grace and power he could muster, arching his broad thick neck as he regarded the downed female. His eyes glittered slightly as he watched her flinch backwards, her wings flaring oh so wide as if she thought that she had a chance of leaping up into the sky and escape him. His eyes slid along her violated form and lashed his tail back and forth, cracking against the ground as he approached her with a low rumble, dipping his head down.

"Please.." The little dragoness managed to stammer, her haunches bunched up behind her as he let out a huffing breath.

"Hush, my dear, he is gone and will not touch you again." He rumbled in assurance, stepping closer, gods she smelled lovely even with the reek of strange drake on her. His dark cock began to stir along his belly as he watched her muscles relax slightly, her eyes following him as she stepped to one side nervously like a mare about to bolt.

"Th-thank you then. I need to go home now." She answered, her voice a little too fast, too breathy..

"I will personally see you home." Valtan prummed warmly and reached out with one heavy paw to block her way as she began to side step. "But I must attend you first."

"Attend me?!" Her voice broke, her body stiffening as he hooked his paw out and curled it right along that long supple neck.

"Of course.." He growled out and flicked out a long red tongue, another step bringing him close enough that it flicked under her jaw line. "I cannot have you bearing the seed of a strange drake, it would be unseemly."

"I..." She started to speak, but he was growing tired of these games, her scent was spiking the closer he grew to her, cornering her slowly and steadily as his cock pushed further from his vent.

"Do not worry, little dragoness, I will clean you of his seed and give you a clutch worthy of your first heat." He promised, his eyes sliding down that sleek slender body, oh she would be a tight one this female, barely half grown.

Valtan tightened his paw on her neck as she tried to bolt, bearing his weight down to begin to pin her in place. He would use his tongue to do the distasteful job of cleaning her of his rival's seed and then he would make sure she tasted a true dragon within that deliciously tight cunny. Perhaps the invader had even done her a favor, as small and delicate as she was, he might have broken her if he had been the first to plow into her heat swollen passage. A low rumble formed in his throat as he drove her to the ground, using his head to flip her onto her back to keep her in place to reveal the slippery aching folds between her haunches. How had he missed a newly ripe female in his territory?

High on the mountain Batalia watched helplessly as Marshall was taken again, by her own sire, unable to do more than dig her talons into the rock in her frustration. There was nothing she could do here, nothing to stop what was going to happen, if she tried the drake would likely injure her beyond reckoning. It was the way of her kin, her people, a female in heat and on the wing or in the territory of the male was rightful quarry.

"I tried to keep you safe, Marshall.." She whispered miserably and drooped her head down as she heard Marshall squalling out as the drake began to use his tongue to clean her. She would soon be squealing for another reason entirely.

MARSHALL-MALE

"You have to use your wings properly, Marshall, or you are going to end up forever crashing." Batalia's voice was amused as the former wizard frantically flapped in place, his heart in his throat.

"But I'm going to crash now!" He answered, letting some of his fear sink through his voice was he kept pumping his wings in one place.

"Only because you are thinking like a human!" The dragoness spread her wings wide and gave a lazy stroke up and down. No, that wasn't right, it was in a smooth reaching movement, like swimming when he had been a man. "Let your wings work as if you were swimming in the water." She added, echoing his thoughts.

"Easy for you to say!" He managed to gasp out and then dropped half a dozen feet before struggling back up into the air, his jaws open and panting.

It was harder than it should have been, he had been assured this draconic body was designed to be on the wing and many of the instincts that a newly fledged dragon might have were his to be counted on as long as he let them. He didn't quite believe his mother and friend, as far as he knew, he was unique in the world given that he had once been a man. It also didn't help that he had grown and outstripped his siblings within a year and a half, they were still playing with soft toys and remained in the nest. He had grown, he had been nearly the death of his mother as she had franticly had to fight to find enough food to feed him, but it had all been worth it. A dragon grew in terms of his knowledge of magic and the use of it,that was the reason they could fly, could speak, could exist, magic was what made them what they were. Magic let them grow, but slowly, nurtured through their mother which meant his clutch-mates were aging normally.

He had begun to use magic within a month of hatching, having to get over the fear and trauma of coming alive in a new body, he had struggled to master himself. Batalia had been shocked when he had been able to form rough words, more shocked that so much of himself remained behind, but she had also been pleased. She had begun to teach him, and oh how he had learned, he drank up her lessons, finally having a body that could work magic flawlessly and shape the world around him. He had never been able to draw magic around him as he did now, it was as if he had gotten a glass of water when before he was lapping up rain drops. And he had grown, week after week had he become larger and heavier, devouring food at an alarming rate, of course, that also meant that he had less time to understand his physical body than he should have. He should have grown slowly enough to learn to use it, now... now the white and silver drake was struggling just to fly.

He smoothed out after several moments, feeling his mother beneath him to help guide him, something that was a secret relief. How strange, that his friend was now his mother, but it would be strange to call her anything but. She had been devoted to him in a way that had transcended their friendship, no matter how it embarrassed him while he struggled to learn about himself. He knew magic, not as a master, but he had already gone far beyond what he had done as a human. Now he had to learn his body, which was more than just tricky, it was painful and strange, he had to struggle to make his wings work. He wanted to beat them up and down the way he thought of flying, not stroke them, but the dragoness remained beneath him, calling out encouragement as he worked. He tucked his legs in close along his body, aligning them along the length of his belly and haunches so they didn't dangle, that was apparently only done by base beginners.

_Not that I'm anything but a beginner! _ He growled to himself and tried to mimic his mother, turning in a circle with the use of his tail, extending the fans out to either side of his tail base to steer.

"There you are! Well done!" Batalia called out her approval while he started to glide, shaking side to side, but managing well enough. "Just keep that pose, you'll be fine!"

"I don't feel like I will.." Marshall muttered and gave his wings a slow beat as he began to slide down towards the ground, it helped keep him properly in position.

She didn't let up, she kept him in the air by sweeping under him with beats of her wings, her eyes never leaving him. If he even started to falter she would do her best to keep him aloft, it was a safety net, but it still wasn't sure proof. They did several circles around the mountains, their wings working together with one another as the drake began to pant shallowly. His muzzle opened while he sucked in deep breaths one after another, every beat struggling to keep him aloft at Batalia's encouragement. She worked him until his muscles screamed in protest, shaking with every beat down before he glided downwards towards the ground. It wasn't a controlled glide, it wasn't even graceful, though he could have used his magic to levitate himself he stayed with the letter of the commands that he had been given and let his body do the work.

His forepaws hit the ground first, the moment they touched down he knew that it was all wrong, he flipped up and over with a wild squeal as he snapped his wings in to protect them as he tumbled end over end and left a large furrow in the dirt behind him. The impact jarred him, making him nearly bite his tongue before he rolled to a stop and dug his hind feet in with a groan. His thick scales protected him against scrapes and bruises, but it did nothing to salvage his pride as he trembled and panted, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. He hadn't even managed one single landing that was remotely 'good'. In comparison, his mother landed with a flourish of her wings, neatly coming to rest on her hind paws and then dropped down to all fours while regarding him. Her purple scaling glittered brightly in the light, jewels of color that flashed before his eyes.

"Marshall, you have to come in on your hind paws, not your front ones. I know you feel as if you will fall if you try, but surely you're seeing that front paws aren't going to help you at all." She rebuked gently as the drake extracted himself from the ground. "Are you hurt?"

"No, only my pride." He muttered ruefully and straightened up, clods of dirt and grass falling from his shoulders. "Perhaps we can go to magic lessons?"

"No." The dragoness' eyes looked apologetic as she spoke. "If we allow you to continue with your magic you will continue to grow, and you need to know how to deal with your body now."

"But... I'm not doing that badly." Marshall flicked his tail in annoyance. "I can fly and eventually I'll get the hang of it."

"You need to get the hang of it now while your body is still light and young, having you grow into a full drake will only increase the chances of hurting yourself." The dragoness answered and gave her head a shake. "You need to learn how to hunt and fly, how to fight if you need to, or you will end up a grounded dragon with magic alone as your talent."

"That's not so bad." Marshall grumbled to himself and gave his muzzle a rub on his foreleg, it always felt strange to look at his foreleg and paw and remember what it had been like to have actual hands and fingers. "I could do quite well if I only kept my attention on my magic, that can be used to get me food and the like."

"Is that all you want is to feed yourself, I suppose that wouldn't be a bad life. But there is more to life than that." Batalia looked worried, there was a tightness along her eyes that showed her concern.

Strange, I had never noticed that I could see emotions on her face when I was a man. He thought idly and gave his head a little bit of a shake. So much had changed, so quickly, sometimes he had troubles recalling his human days clearly when his reality was so different.

"Go on, I'm going to tend your clutchmates, they will be hungry. Perhaps you can practice some controlled glides down the mountain." Batalia murmured softly and reached out with her larger muzzle to push his shoulder. "Just remember, there is more to life than magic, especially this life."

"Of course." He nosed her back, rubbing his muzzle along her shoulder gently, he liked touching her. He liked the way that she prummed at him with fond pride. Yes, life had changed, the sharp tongued and witted friend had become mentor, mother and companion.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Batalia watched Marshall bolt down the hill and the worry still rose up deep in her chest as she watched the way that he ignored his wings and trotted along on all fours. It was a worry that had only increased as she had watched him grow over the last year, and it was rising as the days passed and she struggled to teach him how to use his wings. She had been pleased that he had grown swiftly, but she had assumed that he would carry more of the instincts of a true dragon in his heart than he did. Perhaps if he had grown at a normal rate he would have come into his instincts slowly, but learning magic had accelerated him and begun to push his mind towards his human side. It was a human side that was keeping him grounded, that was making him forget just how to use those lovely ivory and silver wings the way he was supposed to.

Marshall was everything that she had imagined him as a drake, everything she had dreamed. It had been a relief when his shell had hatched and the wet head that had poked free had boasted the duel horns of a drake. She had feared he might come out as a female, though she would have loved him still, and she would have had to explain what had happened. She loved him, how strange for the dragoness to admit that to herself, that she had loved a human. She was her friend, though she had enjoyed teasing him, while he had grown in her belly she had felt the loss of him keenly. It had rankled her at first, she wasn't used to missing anyone or anything, but his constant attention to her had become a part of her life. She had enjoyed her conversations with him, she had wanted him back in her life again. She had wanted him to stay with her, that was the entire reason she had gotten him to agree to become a dragon.

"Here now.." She trilled down at her clutch, three bouncing hatchlings that were more wing and head than body.

They were so unlike Marshall, though she loved them each, their playful antics and shrill voices made her maternal instincts rise as she dragged out food for them, shredded easily gulped down meat. He had come out older, his eyes holding an intelligence that had surpassed any youngling she had ever seen. He had known who he was, though he hadn't been able to speak, she could see him struggling to understand what had happened and how he had emerged as a dragon. She had loved him, it was almost painful how much she loved him, the bold silver and white coloration, the pale purple eyes that matched her scales, he was handsome for a drake. To see him grow only increased her knowledge that she had been right to keep him, right to change him. He would be a drake like no other when he was full grown, his coloring and growing size would only aid him.

_If he would simply apply himself to his body. _ She fed her hatchlings and stretched out on her stomach, trying not to dwell on that worry, but it was impossible.

He needed to know how his body worked and she was failing at teaching him what that meant. If he never learned how to fly properly, how to dive and hunt, how to fight... He would never mate. The thought made her stomach turn as she tried to devote her attention to her young. It didn't help, they would grow soon, in a few years they would leave the nest on their own, just as Marshall was ready to do and when they did she would go back into season. It wasn't that she dislike Valtan, he had bred many fine clutches on her, but he was a drake that preferred to see her once every few years and she had begun to want more. Marshall, a bright mind and powerful wizard, he would be a mate worthy of her. He would be a mate that would not be content to flit around a massive territory and simply stir when a female was in heat. He would be so much more, accomplish so much more. And she planned to be with him as he did so.

Her tail flicked, whipping back and forth so a ruby red hatchling tried to scramble over to grab ahold of the new toy, but her thoughts were on her changed son. All of her plans hinged on him growing and becoming more like a proper drake. He had to know how to use his body, he had to be ready to challenge Valtan when she came into season. No drake bred so young, a dragon had to grow larger and more muscular, he had to be able to fight and use magic together to battle his rivals. Only the winner of such a competition would earn the right to mate, the loser would be relegated to becoming a wanderer, no territory of his own, no chance to have a clutch. Marshall would doom himself to that life unless he worked on his body and knew how to use it. The thought weighed on her as she tilted her head towards the opening of her cave. As fast as he was growing, Valtan would drive him out within a year, he was already large enough to mate a female, though he had no chance to stand against an adult so he was no threat, there was always the chance the larger drake would drive his son away.

I can't let that happen, I can't simply let Marshall be driven away before he knows everything. _ She fretted to herself and began to groom one of her offspring absentmindedly. _I will have to make him understand somehow, someway. Perhaps the longer he spends in the foothills and forests he will become curious enough to try to use his wings for more than decoration.

_ _

She could only hope, and worry. There was always the chance his interest in her would remain maternal, though she had hopes that their relationship was blurred enough it wouldn't. He would one day be a great drake, proficient in magic, understanding the human world like no other, motivated and driven by more than his loins. And she would be there to watch him rise. Her son would one day be spoken of in hushed tones, she was sure of it.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Marshall watched the scratched logs one by one, trotting along the trail with his tail curling behind him in a light curl as he left the lair far behind. He tried to ignore the faint ache of the bruise that ran along one of his hips from his rough landing, just as he tried to ignore just how easy it would have been to fly to his location instead of walk. He didn't know why it was so important for him to learn how to fly, it was frightening and strange, he would be perfectly happy on the ground. He had his magic, he adored using it, he had never felt it coming so easily as he did now. He wanted to try more, part of him mourned the books that he had once possessed and what they might have meant to him now. He could have tried anything, he could have sorted it out, he had the power to weave the spells seamlessly now if he was only given a chance.

_Not that I could read them or even hold them at this size. _ He thought in amusement as he looked at his paws, the river he passed was more like a broad creek to him now.

He leaped it easily, not even bothering to unfurl his wings as he set off and aimed his head in a particular direction, his steps picking up with enthusiasm. Allaria would be waiting for him, just as she was nearly every afternoon at this time and he couldn't help himself but find his way to her. He had met the dragoness only a few weeks ago when he had left for a walk, trying to sort out the extent of the woodlands and familiarize himself on the trails he had once known. She was roughly around his size which meant she was older than he was, but he had never mentioned his strange heritage to her, he couldn't say why. She was a light sky blue, lighter and thinner than Batalia, and far more animated as she talked with him. She was from a clutch that had recently set out on their own, but she had lingered near the territory of her mother quite naturally, which is how he had found her.

Even the thought of her created a strange tumble of emotions in his belly that confused and tantalized him. He hadn't mentioned her to Batalia, for some reason he felt the need to keep her a quiet secret, the idea of Allaria being found out panicked him. With a rumble and shake of his head he turned his head onto the path that led him towards a small scattering of boulders and rocks that had tumbled down from the mountain. No, he didn't want anyone to find the young dragoness, though he could never say why, it was just an emotion that came with the excitement he felt rising up as he passed through the little grove of trees and picked up the faint scent of her on the air. This was his little secret, she was his little secret, and he would make her remain that way.

"Marshall?" Allaria greeted him before he did more than pass into the sunlight that filtered down through the trees.

"Sorry I'm late." He rumbled and perked up as he turned his head to see her reclining in the shadows, the pale blue darkened over as she turned her head towards him. "I was with my mother."

"Mmmh?" She lifted her head to regard him with a slight smile on her muzzle, she was stretched out right along the length of a massive tree trunk. "Are you still with her? Shouldn't it be time for you to take off on your own?"

"Not yet, I don't want to leave her alone so soon." He answered and arched his neck, it felt strange, but tucking his chin down towards his chest showed off his twin pairs of horn to their fullest effect. "Besides, I would have to fly far far away and that would keep me from visiting with you."

Allaria arched her neck with pleasure, her wings giving a strange little flutter that made his tail start to twitch wildly as he caught the warm scent of her warmed by the sun. He didn't know why he kept coming out here, by all accounts it made no sense at all, but he still returned nearly every day. She wasn't wise in magic and beloved like his mother, nor was she particularly interesting to talk to. She focused on the things she wanted, food, the best sunning spots, the most enjoyable places to listen to the waterfalls music near the valley. She seemed to care nothing about magic, no matter that it was a part of her heritage and she should have found it at least intriguing. By comparison Batalia was a beacon in his life, one that was no comparison to the lovely jewel that rested here. She only learned so much as she could get away with and that was that, she made no sense, and still he came here. Still he was lured to this spot, possessively guarding it by always coming in different routes.

"Oh? And am I so interesting?" She trilled and turned her head towards him, her body stretched out in a way that drew his eyes down the length of her side.

"Of course." He lied. No, she wasn't interesting in the way that Batalia was, but he still stepped closer towards her and rumbled.

Marshall felt foolish, this wasn't like him, but he spread his broad wings and tried to draw her attention to him. He knew that he was striking looking, vain as it was, his brilliant white coloration was perfectly offset with streams of silver that ran through the scaling. She was sky blue with hints of darker blue at the tips, lovely looking and it made him rumble low in his throat as she slid her eyes along him and moved her paws beneath herself. She smelled good, the warm sweet scent became more and more attractive each day he came here. It made him feel warm along his stomach, his nostrils flaring open wide, sucking in a breath and swallowing down the scent of it with a low rumble that burst free from his throat. He had no rational reason for coming here, but that didn't matter, what mattered was he was here now.

As he came closer she did something peculiar, she stretched herself with her forebody down and her haunches raised up in the air, the length of her supple tail twitching strangely so that his nostrils flared wide. He watched them as surely as he had once watched women in skirts, and for much the same reason, they were softly curved, her youth taunting him as he continued towers her and spread his jaws. He felt some mortification at how he was acting, that he was sampling her scent as if he were a stallion nearing a mare, but he couldn't stop it. She was glorious smelling, making his eyes lid shut as he came close enough that he could extend his neck and heard her purring little trill in reward. His muzzle brushed along her neck and it was like an electric jolt of pleasure stabbing through him. He opened his eyes wide and swallowed, struggling against the urge to bite her of all things. He wanted to, he wanted to grab the nape of her neck and keep her in place.

"What's wrong?" Allaria murmured softly, her head tilted towards him. She remained in the odd pose, teasing him as he trembled with the urge to do something the shreds of his humanity didn't want to do.

"I.. ah.. I hardly know you." He managed to get the words out, but they were strangled and choked. His body was throbbing, erupting in a wave of heat that made him feel every beat of his pulse.

The dragoness trilled laughter as if he had said something amusing, she shifted and gave a turn of her body with a neat little flick of her tail so that it slid along him. It was a switch being a thrown, a bolt of lightning, something snapping, he couldn't take it. That one movement made him aware of one alluring fact, that he saw a flash of something swollen and slick just beneath the thickest part of her tail, the source of the seductive scent that was refusing to let him go. He stepped forward and dropped his heavy muzzle down along her haunch, letting out a hot breath against her scales before filling his lungs with her musk. It no longer mattered that he was human inside or that this was an animal, what mattered was that she was here.

He pushed his tongue out, the rough sandpaper of it scraped out beneath her tail and pushed right up along the line of the swollen vent as he dipped his head. The folds were delightfully pink and swollen taut while he rubbed his tongue out and dragged forward, scooping up in a rub that gathered up strands to swallow down as Allaria groaned out her pleasure and pushed her haunches up to offer them to his tongue. He pushed his thick oral muscle out and swirled in strokes, gathering and twisting, scooping up the slippery taste of her and swallowing it down before pushing it out again. Every stroke forward nudged against the outer lips, feeling the source of the wetness with a gentle probing of his tongue tip before pulling backwards again. His breath came out in a rush, huffing hotly as he moved one of his paws up to grip her hip and splayed his jaws open wide.

Marshall plunged his tongue into her body, forcing the lips to spread open wide around the thick dark length as he swirled it inside of her. She was slippery and hot as he probed inwards, the thick rasping barbs that were normally used to scrape meat off of bone worked through the passage for another reason. It stimulated her heat swollen passage, dragging backwards with a rasp that made the walls tighten down around him. He groaned as they walls squeezed around him and he swallowed down the sweet juices, his body knew why she was so appealing and it was starting to show. The thick lips of his vent began to part open, he felt the relief and pressure that pushed out from the opening and into the light.

He groaned slightly and rocked his hips, dragging his tongue out of the taut cunny so that strands of arousal and saliva clung to his lips and the edges of her outer folds, his breathing came out in a rush before he pushed back in again. His cock was sliding free, he felt it slipping along his belly as the turgid flesh began to swell open wider and wider. He had never tried to look at himself that closely, at least not there, he wasn't that comfortable yet, but he had seen his tip more often or not when he needed to relieve himself. Now the length that extended out was strange feeling, swinging heavily as every throb and pulse. Ridges began to form along the underside as he shifted his stance, splaying his legs open wider before pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, his throat aching to push it in, swirling deep until he heard Allaria trilling and her hips pushed back against him.

She was delicious, fertile, the taste of her on his tongue sending pulses over his body so that his breath was spilling constantly over her, digging and pushing his tongue deeper, swirling it around. He couldn't think, he couldn't recall why this was a bad idea, his body was on fire as his cock throbbed and leaped up against his belly. He felt precum oozing out, it hit his scales and drooled to the ground as the drake lifted his paws up to grip her haunches and pulled her backwards against him so he could explore her. Her wetness was coating his muzzle, his nostrils smeared with it as he growled roughly and pulled his barbed tongue back along the upper portion of her passage, sweeping out with a wet messy slurp. The tongue tip pulled out wetly and splattered against his muzzle while he panted and shuddered, his eyes locked in watching that lovely swollen sex just waiting for him.

_I shouldn't be doing this.._He thought, but this was beyond what he had experienced as a human, his lusts then had been easily managed, but this was uncontrollable, unyielding.

The former wizard lifted his head and pushed it up and over her haunches, slipping up higher in the air and letting out a groaning purr as the dragoness dropped her head and forelegs, her wings going down to either side. It was an invitation that his body understood and craved as he pushed his head over her hips and pushed her tail up against his chest. His cock was throbbing, beating and quivering hard against his lower belly as he curled his forepaws right along the sweep of her hips, pushing against her belly as he extended his head out. He felt like an animal as he reached out to grab her neck in his jaws, clamping down tightly and squeezing against the hard scales as his haunches cupped against her. She writhed beneath him, trilling and arching as his heavy cock jabbed up blindly beneath her tail and hindquarters.

Marshall had no idea what he was doing, he had no hand to aim himself, no way to see where he was going to aim, he only jabbed up roughly against her as the tapered tip of his cock ground and smeared wet precum against her. He pushed his paws up against the line of her belly and pulled firmly, dragging her upwards as he tried to find the mark. Every jab and shift of his hips missed, the cock bouncing against scales as he growled out against the back of her neck, he wanted to have her, to possess her, he needed to take her! It was a frantic thought as he closed his eyes and tried to take his time, something that was nearly painful as he dragged his cock downwards and pulled right along the length of the puffy saliva slickened folds.

He pressed against them, nudging as he let out a shuddering cry, feeling his cock tip being wedged into the soft outer lips, the taut ring sliding around him. Allaria writhed beneath him, crying out in a loud voice as he stuffed his cock tip inwards, the next dribble of precum spilling into her vulnerable passage before the snug hold wrapped right around the tip of his shaft. He started to stuff forward, grinding and spreading the walls open wider and wider, feeling the slick inner walls caressing along his length as he began to fill her with his girth. The muscles closed down tightly and squeezed, pulling along the length of his shaft while the female shrieked out again, like a cat in heat. It didn't matter, his body was trembling in place at the feel of her. Every push forward was rewarded with powerful contracts that tried to pull him inwards, the wetness squelched out around him as ridge after ridge pushed inwards into her fertile youthful form.

He didn't hear the male coming, he didn't even hear the beat of wings or the sweep of a shadow, he was lost in the pleasure of feeling the female's body wrapped all the way up to the midway point of his cock. It happened in a flash, claws and heavy feet hit the back of his shoulders and talons sank in just behind his wings as he began the next thrust, making Marshall squall out in fear as he was yanked backwards. His dark black cock was torn free, slipping out with a splatter of hot precum and the female's juices as he was thrown backwards and wings nearly twice the size of his own came into view, the powerful tail lashed and smacked him on the muzzle as he rolled and hit the ground with a snarl. His protest was lost in a violent roar that flooded the small space as a black drake landed, the eyes blazing with outrage and lust as he scrabbled backwards.

"YOU DARE TO TAKE ONE OF MY FEMALES?!" The stranger roared out, the jaws opening to reveal a blood red maw. "STAND AND FIGHT IF YOU DESIRE TO TAKE HER! IS THAT NOT WHAT YOU CAME FOR IN MY TERRITORY?!"

"I..." Marshall was shaking, his body nearly aching with denied pleasure as his cock remained hanging beneath him. He scrabbled further back while the male faced him. "I.. live here!"

He was huge, dark black as the night, the large paws spread wide with one hind paw shoved right down on Allaria's back to keep the writhing female in place. Her folds were still exposed, gaping slightly and wet looking as the former wizard let out a ragged noise in his throat. It was answered in another baritone roar that sent him leaping backwards as the dark wings spread open wide. The male reeked of foul musk that nearly choked Marshall after the sweetness of the female, the lips were curled all the way back to show every hooked white tooth in a threat display.

"Batalia's offspring?" The drake snorted out in disgust and snapped his teeth. "Son of mine or not, I will tear you open if you ever impugn on my females again."

"I.. b-but.." Marshall couldn't come up with a response, his mind was dizzy and empty as he trembled, his eyes remained on the female that had almost been his. This drake was his father?

Gods.. He jerked his eyes up towards the dark haunches and saw the obscenely large cock jutting out from the vent, drooling thick rivulets of precum as it was already hard and ready. He had touched that cock, he had been stuffed into his mother by that spire..

"You..." The drake's head jerked away and growled down at the small female. "Did you think you would hide from me, little girl? You belong to Valtan now, you and your clutch."

Allaria managed to let out a short cry as the drake turned his attention to her, still bristling at Marshall who tried to get all four paws under him. His mind refused to work, his body was shaking while his cock remained jutting out beneath him. He couldn't do anything, the drake outsized him, the muscled form stepping over the smaller family while the great jaws reached down to clasp the back of her neck and the heavy weight forced her down against the ground. He wanted to charge the drake, to tear him off HIS female, but it was a suicide charge if he tried. He didn't even know how to fight the bigger creature that was splaying his powerful hind legs open wide and forced her tail upwards. The heavy black cock pushed downwards, the tip drooling copious amounts of precum over the sky blue haunches as he took aim at her vulnerable folds.

He didn't have to search for them, he only had to drop his hips and the powerful black scaled haunches went tense before he plunged forward. The squeal from the dragoness made him shudder, hunching down over his still hard cock as he watched the female being stretched open wide around the ridged shaft driving into her. Her puffy folds stretched open into a wide O as the little dragon was stuffed, her hind legs being lifted off the ground as she was forced fed inch after inch of his sire's shaft. He'd never seen anything like it, the way the taut ring was being rolled down the length as the ridges popped in one wet pop at a time. He yanked at her neck, his jaws easily encircling it as the black drake pushed his way all the way in until the thick roll of his knot before dragging backwards. The moment he did Allaria started to writhe in place, her forepaws scrabbling against the ground as the cock yanked it's way free with thick heavy strands of wetness clinging to him.

Marshall couldn't move, he wanted to fly away, to flee, to do anything except remain here watching as another took his prize. Allaria was writhing and fighting, twisting and trying to get away as she was forcibly stretched around the too large cock, her hind legs splayed open as wide as they could go. Every part of his body was aroused and ready, denied and aching as the drake began to pound his way into his prize with lewd wet noises. He had never felt the urge to be violent, not even as a human, but now all he could think was the need to attack and drive the rival drake away. It was making him sick, his talons dug into the ground to try and keep himself from doing just that, his breathing coming in short gasps. Why was he acting like this?! Why was he behaving like an animal instead of like a man?

_Who said you are a man? _ The voice in the back of his mind whispered as the drake slammed home again, driving the female's haunches up higher in the air before dragging back.

He watched a slight bulge form along the slender dragoness' belly, he couldn't not watch it, she was supposed to be his, he was supposed to be driving into her form. He had felt how tight she was, the taught grip that had wrapped around him and squeezed, his cock twitched along his body just thinking about it. He drew his wings in tight to himself, shaking slightly as the male began to claim his prize far more vigorously, every thrust coming with lewd wet noises. The female's calls became less pained and frantic, her body trembling as her eyes closed. How tight she must be around that dark black length that was jabbing into her with faster shorter movements. He wanted that, he wanted her, with a low groan he drew backwards form the mating pair. He had to get out of here before he did something that would get him killed.

Marshall didn't think, he turned and spread his wings with a sharp groan as his cock bumped against his belly from the movement and he leaped upwards. It wasn't graceful, but it would get him away from the scene of his shame. His wings dropped down and shoved the air to the ground as Valtan let out a roaring cry that was punctuated with a shrill squeal. He didn't look back, he didn't want to see the female he had nearly had being pumped full of his father's cum, he needed out of here. He fled to the sky, not caring that he was awkward, he just had to leave this place. The sounds of their ecstasy chased him as the little dragoness was flooded with thick heavy seed, the large drake plunged all the way to his knot as he made yet another claim on his long list of females.

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Marshall managed to find his way home, but nothing took away the need that had been roused in him, he couldn't think, he couldn't even calm down as he landed awkwardly above the lair and panted. His shaft eventually softened, but that didn't mean that his arousal faded away in any way shape or form. Even hours after arriving home he was still worked up, every breath was filled with the harsh sweet scents of the female's arousal, everything reminded him of HER. He couldn't stop thinking about it, what he had seen and nearly done as he ignored even the calls of Batalia when it was time for dinner and his magic lessons. He wanted nothing to do with them tonight, instead he coiled himself miserably in a small crevice formed by the mountain and struggled against the urge to go fleeing back out to the clearing where Allaria had been bred. How demeaning, that his mind was sliding towards the possible chance of taking her even after he had watched her being mated by his sire.

He had seen his mother briefly when he had come into land, but he hadn't stopped, the sight of her had made it only worse. Seeing her made him long to drop down on her, to grab the back of her neck and pin her, to feel her body spread beneath him. Perhaps it was the fondness that he felt for her that made the need feeling far stronger than he had imagined, but the sight of her was even more alluring than that of Allaria. If she had smelled even partially like the little dragoness he wouldn't have been able to control himself, the thought had sent him fleeing before he could humiliate himself any further. He had never behaved like this, he had always been proud of himself for being in control of his emotions, it was a part of what made him a wizard when he had been human.

_What is wrong with me? _ He thought miserably and tightened himself in a ball, his wings sliding to cover himself.

The emotions were stronger than he had had as a young man, he could recall those days dimly, he had been easily aroused, but that hadn't meant that he was tempted to do the things that were lurking in the back of his mind. Why hadn't he just left the moment that he had seen her presenting herself like an animal? He didn't like her, not in the way he cared for Batalia, it had simply been the fact that she had smelled delightfully fertile to him and that had turned him into a ravaging beast. Even thinking about that smell, tasting it on his muzzle, feeling it brush over his senses curled himself up as far as he could go, tucking his head down towards his haunches. His shaft began to push out from his vent, he could see it emerging, the thickness of it rising out and that was a torment as he could smell her on it. Smell how close he had come to plunging into her and flooding her body, it didn't even matter that he had no desire for eggs, it mattered how it had felt.

His muzzle was angled down towards his shaft, the dark black girth was inching outwards and starting to swell open wider. It smelled like her, gods she had been so tight and hot around him, he let out a low breath and shivered, leaning forward to brush his muzzle against his cock tip. The moment he touched himself precum welled up from the tip and splattered against his nose. Marshall jerked back with an upset snort, shaking his head roughly back and forth as the smear spilled along his scaling and he tasted the salty edge of himself. He tried to be disgusted, but his cock kept pushing out of his vent as the scent of Allaria lingered in his muzzle and made it impossible to ignore. The former man felt his belly tensing miserably as more and more of dark black shaft pushed out form the opening of his vent, glistening with a mixture of precum and the dragoness' wetness.

He started to pull his muzzle away to try and calm himself, but he paused as he watched the ridges slip free from the opening. As a man he had stilled his urges when they had been annoying, he could do the same as a dragon, though it was more than a bit distasteful to think about how he would have to do it. Marshall flinched a little, but flicked out his tongue towards the tapered tip of his glans to try an experimental lick. His tongue rasped along the narrow tip and he shuddered slightly, drawing backwards as the barbs raked his too sensitive flesh uncomfortably. It didn't feel good, it had felt good to the female, but it was too textured for him. It didn't stop his cock from pushing outwards, sliding up along the underside of his scales intimately before he tried again, stroking lightly and parting his muzzle to puff out a hot breath around himself.

The warm breath felt lovely, hot and humid, but his tongue dragged over the edges with a caress that sent the sharp backward facing barbs running up and catching painfully against his swollen flesh. He tried to continue to stroke, grimacing slightly as he twisted his tongue around himself and pulled backwards until a thick dollop of precum splattered out on his taste buds. He stopped before he even got partway through the stroke, grimacing slightly in frustration as it only made him ache and pull away from himself. What had started with some embarrassment and humiliation changed to determination as he pushed his tongue forward, licking with the way the barbs rested against his tongue. It was awkward, but he managed, his maw gaping open as he pushed his cock into his own muzzle, twisting all the way around to do it, it almost felt good, not quite right, but it was something at least.

With a groan he tried to carefully work his tongue along himself, the taste of the female coated his senses as he closed his eyes and began to work against his own tongue. His hips jerked upwards instinctively, trying to push forward and he throbbed, the ridges thickening as precum ran in strands along the back of his throat, scooped up and pushed with his tongue before he drew back. The moment he pulled backwards he hissed out and snapped his eyes open, the rough barbs raked over his cock and made his stomach go tense as he jerked his muzzle away with a shudder and grimace. His cock quivered against his belly as he tried to open his maw again, the ache growing along his lower loins from his frustration. This hadn't been so bad when he had been human, he was sure of it!

"That won't work, Marshall." Batalia murmured as he began to work his tongue again, making him freeze and jerk his head up.

The dragoness had come up the side of the mountain instead of flying, he would have heard her wingbeats if she had come from above, instead she stood just a few feet away from him. Marshall jerked his leg down over himself and hunched his back to keep his hanging cock hidden, heat running up towards his muzzle and face in utter humiliation as she watched him. Her expression was warring between amusement and pity, neither one of them were comfortable for him to see. He wanted to flee, his first instinct to bolt away, far away from her and the realization that he had caught him trying to lick himself. But beneath that need to flee was a rush of heat and lust at the sight of the female, roiling beneath the surface in a wild medley of lust.

"Many a young drake has tried, but the best option is to go to the lake and dive in, cool yourself." His mother rumbled softly and pulled herself up closer to look him over. "You smell like female, Marshall."

"I found a friend." He answered and hunched his shoulders a bit, his wings going flat against his sides. "I got chased away."

"Ahh you met Valtan, then." She answered and gave her head a slight nod. "I take it that said 'friend' was more interesting than simply someone to talk to."

"Mmh." He answered dully and wished with all his heart that she would just leave him be to his shame instead of talking to him.

"Your father has ruled over this territory for many years, he would not appreciate your attempts to steal his females." Batalia settled on her haunches close to him, her eyes focused on him. "Every female in this area is his and his alone."

"He made that clear." He answered dully and gave his wings a bit of a twitch, his shaft refused to listen to his mortification at being seen this way.

"I am surprised he let you stay." Batalia stood up and gave a flick of her tail, her eyes studying him, he was distracted enough by his loins that he only dimly realized she looked pained.

"I'm not going anywhere." Marshall answered and stepped away, his tail lashing back and forth as he backed away from her, he needed more space.

Why would he leave? He had no intention of leaving Batalia behind, she was his friend, his mentor, his mother, he was perfectly happy here.

"You will." She answered as he went towards the edge of the crevice. "I can hide you, Marshall, I can keep you from running into him, but eventually I will come into season again. And when I do, he will not tolerate you being a rival. At the rate you are growing you would be seen as an adult, the only thing that saved you today was that you are still young and he will not harm a youngster, especially not one of his offspring, but when you are full grown you will either need to flee or fight."

"What?" He stopped his retreat and turned to look at her. His friend gave a sad smile, her eyes tight around the edges.

"I am one of Valtan's females, it is the way of our people, the strongest male claims our clutches and when I come into season again he will once again sire new life within me as he has before." She murmured softly. "You cannot stay here then, Marshall, you will need to leave or he will fight you, and kill you."

Marshall's lip curled back and his wings flexed, a sudden wash of red rage ran through his mind as he stared back at his mother and friend. He didn't know where it came from, but it was an anger he had never touched as a human. Batalia touched his shoulder with her muzzle gently and passed by him as he began to tremble with anger, his eyes flashing red. He had seen Allaria beneath his sire, the smaller dragoness forcefully pinned and stuffed with too large cock inside of her vent, but now the image took on a new disturbing vision. His mother pinned beneath the beast, his teeth grabbing her neck, his cock plunging into her body as he claimed her. The thought made his stomach roil with fire as he parted his jaws and let out a low ragged noise deep within his throat, his claws flexing against rock as he watched the amethyst dragoness climb down to their lair.

He had always assumed he would stay here with her, that had been why she had changed him after all, to become long lived so that their friendship might continue unhampered by his mortality. To be driven away? To be forced from his home, from Batalia's life, how could that be how this story ended between them? She was his, his by rights, his by magic, she was brilliant and wise, gentle and kind, she was the greatest part of his life, the one who knew his story whole and complete. Marshall's wings flicked out as he looked down the rocky side of the mountain, his mountain, his home. A low growl bubbled up in his throat, he would not let this be taken from him, not by that.. that beast that had pulled him from the dragoness. Allaria had meant little to him... there had been no need to care if he could fight the drake save his own bestial lusts. But Batalia... she was his world. Marshall let out a rough snarl and launched himself out into the air, driving his wings down as he took to the wing. He would need to build his muscles if he were to defeat the black drake. He would not lose his home.