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When a genie asks you to make a wish, they expect you to do it on the spot. They've got some patience, you'll get a minute, but it was the scariest moment Aleth had ever experienced. And she was very drunk at the time, a petite blonde elf who hadn't realized the strength of the sweet wine.

Her colleages were a little more sober, and their wishes had been for lifelong health and well being. Had been for riches. Pretty safe bets. Aleth, in her very drunken state, had felt like those were uncreative, didn't dig deep. And they were adventurers, dammit! She wanted an experience from her wish. Even better, experiences, plural.

Aleth often thought about that choice. The next day, as she suffered through a raging headache, she'd had a lot of regrets. But in the intervening decade she'd warmed to her decision.

She rocked forward roughly, on her hands and knees, feeling her heavy breasts drag across the fine cloth of the pad. Her puffy nipples tightened at the sensation, and she gasped and cried out before smiling broadly and letting out a pleased sigh. Oh yes, she'd warmed to this a lot.

Above her, straddling her easily on his four legs, was a dragon many times her size. His tail extended for fifteen feet behind him, and it shifted a little as he curved his long neck down to look at her. His head was nearly the size of her entire body. His slitted eyes looked her over for a moment, showing a bit of concern. He must have heard the gasp.

"Are you sure about this?" the dragon asked.

She turned her head and looked up at him, making sure to show him a smile as pleased as she could manage. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He nuzzled her for a moment, gently, politely. He said, "You feel cool, I like it."

"And you are so, so warm, and so good," she replied, before laying her head down on her crossed arms, feeling her breasts spread against the padded floor. She hoped there would be side effects.

When she told the genie that she wanted to really enjoy sex, she was picturing all sorts of future escapades but hadn't really considered what it meant. She'd always been sexually conservative and wasn't the type for casual encounters, and in her drunken state was feeling a little regretful of missed opportunities. Maybe this would open some doors, she thought. As an elf she had a lot of life ahead of her.

The genie had considered her request for a moment, then simply said it was done. And hers was the last wish, so he vanished almost immediately. No time for questions. Her colleagues, both of which she'd been on expeditions with before, seemed surprised by her choice. But it's not often you get offered a wish from a hidden shrine deep in a ruin, and even less often when you're all deeply drunk on sweet wine.

As she worked through her first couple days of regret, she started trying to take stock of what the genie had done. The changes were subtle. Touching herself felt a little better. Her breasts had gotten bigger, by a cup size or so. Not radical but they seemed more sensitive as well. She was barely five feet tall and they were now a nice round size for her figure. Her hips were perhaps a little more broad and shapely. She looked good, a notch more sexy than before. Those were nice benefits but hardly seemed to justify using a genie's power.

Once back in the city, she continued to sulk about her wasted wish, but eventually recognized her need to shake it off. If she didn't try, she'd never know.

Gathering her courage, she set out to find a couple of those casual encounters she'd always avoided. She picked up a human at a tavern, then a few days later a fellow elf. True to her wish they'd been very rewarding physically, and even after a long session with the human she felt no soreness of any kind. The elf had loved her new tits, and her improved nipples appreciated his attention, and the session with him was short but relaxing. Her whole body seemed to relax in fact, to feel warm and satisfied afterwards. She couldn't deny, somehow sex was better now.

She felt comfortable getting a little more adventurous, and a week after that, happened to chat up a hulking lion-man in a tavern. Soft spoken but with an edge of sternness, with an impressive mane, he was nearly seven feet tall. His name was Davion. She told him she wanted to try something new, and he was happy to oblige.

Climbing into bed with him was almost comical. Besides the fur and muscles he was probably four times her weight, a towering creature she could practically climb on. He could hold out an arm and she could hang from it. Not the type of partner she'd ever considered before.

Beyond that, he was well endowed, even for his stature. He demonstrated plenty of patience as she built up her courage. It was clear to Aleth that he'd had this reaction before. He said that most women could only handle six inches or so, and that was fine. He'd go slow. He'd learned not to rush.

Her heart pounded as he slid the tip of that eleven inch tapered shaft into her entrance. They'd done plenty of foreplay. Despite her nerves she was very wet, and those first few inches felt good. Then the next few. He looked down at her, checking for permission, moving in and out of her gently. His exotic shape felt very different inside.

She nodded. He pushed forward, slowly, delving deep into her, beginning to have difficulty, when for the first time she felt it. She moaned loudly, mouth hanging open, as she felt her inner flesh reshape itself, deepening to accomodate her partner. The change was pure bliss, a quivering electric pleasure inside her.

Davion had hesitated at her reaction, but she encouraged him. This was magic happening, she thought. She'd asked to enjoy sex, apparently the Genie figured that meant her body needed plenty of room.

The rest of that evening had been amazing. Five minutes later her five-foot body had hilted him, something he absolutely had not expected. And every inch of it felt so good, every inch led to another moment of stretching and reshaping. With her permission the giant lion-man began to manhandle her on the bed, turning her over, picking her up, trying different angles. Each time her body adjusted, making him a perfect pleasurable fit, and each time she felt the bliss of change. She felt his length quiver and fill her with his seed half a dozen times, and each time a euphoric tingling warmth filled her whole body.

It was one of the best nights of her life. Like nothing she'd ever experienced. And this was the night she realized one more thing, something less obvious with her earlier smaller and shorter dalliances: it was clean. No leakage. No inconveniences. Her revised body absorbed the cum, giving her that relaxing warmth throughout.

The next morning she regretted saying goodbye. Davion was quartermaster on a ship and couldn't stay long. He said they should be back here in two months, and he'd love to do this again. So would she.

Aleth had skills as a pathfinder, and twice during this period joined adventuring groups for small local expeditions. She wasn't much for fighting but could track and was highly skilled with survival, had been practicing a few side skills like dealing with traps and locks, and her lineage allowed her to sense some magics. When something dangerous went down she was competant enough with a crossbow to contribute. These expeditions sometimes paid well, though they were always a gamble. Still, this left her schedule flexible, which she took advantage of.

She had several very pleasant evenings over the next weeks, but nothing compared to that blissful feeling of her body shifting to accomodate someone. All her partners seemed so modest in comparison. Smaller in size, and less quantity to their emission, which she'd begun to realize was like a sort of mild aphrodesiac for her now.

When Davion's ship returned, she wasted no time getting in touch. He had four days this time, he said. She looked up into his gruff leonine face and said she wanted him for every evening. He grinned and agreed immediately.

Despite his species Davion wasn't an animal. He took her out, they bought drinks and good food, and he told stories about distant places. She told him about some of her expeditions, and her time training with the scouts. He had a dry wit that she enjoyed. They got along well.

She was hesitant to admit it, but she'd begun to realize she enjoyed how much his larger size let him play with her physically. He could pick her up, turn her around, slide her bodily onto his amazing shaft. It was exciting, at times, to give him that kind of control.

After two nights of marathon sex, of different angles and positions, it was the third evening they got truly experimental. Davion arrived with a pair of potions. One for length and one for girth, he said. She made fun of this, called him her naughty lion, but barely hesitated in choosing length to start with.

The effects took a while, but twenty minutes later his mighty shaft was nearly sixteen inches long. Aleth ran her hands up and down it gently, looking at Davion's face twitch as she touched the little soft barbs along its underside. It seemed like it had stopped growing, and she gave the tip a gentle lick, tasting his salty pre-cum, feeling a little pulse of warmth as her body absorbed it.

He picked her up, then turned her onto hands and knees, on the edge of the bed, and stood behind her. Aleth was dripping wet, and he ran the pads of one finger up and down her entrance, opening her a little before slipping inside. They both knew quite well she could handle him, and he pressed forward inch after inch, four, six, then eight. Then she felt it, that bliss of expansion, and moaned as he reached deeper than ever before. Twelve, fourteen, her flesh reshaping inside to accomodate, every modification scratching an itch in a place she didn't know she had.

As she felt his fur meet her backside, she looked back at him, bleary eyed, to tell him he felt amazing. His finger pads were running up and down her back, massaging her, as her own inner walls squeezed and massaged his length. He chuckled, said she was amazing herself. Then he reached down, uncorked the other potion, and drank it.

For a moment Aleth was concerned, but her body had just handled sixteen inches of lion cock so why not. She pushed back against him, squeezed him tight inside, and asked him to take it slow.

She closed her eyes, letting him use her, feeling those finger pads on her back and those delicate barbs moving back and forth within her. The room was warm, her bed was soft, and Davion's motion was gentle and rythmic. When he came inside her, the wave of relaxation was so pleasant that she started drifting off. Her whole being enjoyed his presence.

"Ah, Aleth?"

She woke suddenly, then felt that blissful feeling, and that hard shaft within her, and sighed happily.

"Aleth!" said Davion, more urgently.

She turned and looked back at Davion, who seemed concerned, his yellow eyes looking down at her. She asked, "What's wrong?"

"This is, uh, a little stronger than I realized."

"The potion?" she asked, then pushed back against him, wiggling her hips, feeling his fur against her rump, his length inside her, that wonderful feeling of accomodation as her body adjusted itself for him. The feeling was very intense now, slow but constant. "You still feel wonderful, don't worry."

"I... how? This is impossible," he replied. Then she saw him take a step backwards, and felt that length begin to pull out of her body. Then he took a second step, and she saw the base of his shaft had expanded massively. A third step, and his cock was free from her, still rigid, and must be twenty inches long, and bigger around than her forearm.

Aleth climbed down from the bed and felt so strange, her stance was all wrong, out of balance. It took her a moment to realize her hips were wider than normal by a few inches. She slid one hand down to her slit, which was open and loose, and slid her entire hand into herself easily. She shivered, it felt good. Davion's monster had felt good. Was it possible that her body could handle anything? Really anything?

She stepped forward awkwardly, unused to her wider hips, and stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the muzzle. She reached down and touched his shaft, a little in awe that his cock was so large she couldn't wrap her hand around it. It was still wet with her juices.

"I'll explain later," she said. "But it's okay, I think I can take it. Let's enjoy it while it lasts."

Davion kissed her back, then touched his tongue to her nose, a gesture of affection he used sometimes. He seemed hesitant, then said, "I want to see your face this time."

They moved fully onto the bed, herself propped up on a stack of pillows, and this time she could watch as that massive shaft entered her needy vagina. God, the end of it should be up in her neck, but somehow her anatomy handled it as he pushed deeper and deeper in, and she felt the blissful feeling of accomodation as he did so. So many new inches of sensitive pussy was being created, it seemed like, and every one of those was being stimulated for the first time. Every time, she realized, must be the first time.

Once he was hilted she began to see what was freaking him out, as her hips shifted and widened to accomodate his width, as he plunged in and out of her, breathing hard. She'd begun to accept this kind of thing by now, but that was definitely new. Maybe she really did have a kinky side, because Aleth found these changes very erotic to watch. It was thrilling to actually see her body change to accomodate its oversized guest.

The potion seemed to have magically expanded his balls as well, and she enjoyed watching their heavy weight swing with every movement, to feel them bounce against her. He found his pace, and after a few minutes she felt that telltale twitch. This pushed her over the edge, and for the first time she experienced twenty inches of magically enlarged pussy quivering with pleasure, gripping Davion's expanded shaft. Then the feeling was joined by the now-familiar euphoria throughout her body as his seed spilled into her, as her body absorbed it, turning it into those waves of gentle radiant warmth.

Even that was different this time. The waves kept coming, as more and more seed spilled into her, and she saw Davion's eyes close as he struggled to manage such a long climax. Aleth could barely stay conscious herself, as more and more of it added to her own pleasure. It took nearly two minutes for their bodies to settle down, and the two of them could think again.

She shivered and gasped as he withdrew his massive length from her body. It was obvious there was no way it could possibly fit, and yet it had. For a few moments she felt so empty, her entire body gaping, but then things started to slowly drift back to normal. Davion moved forward and lay down next to her, his three hundred pound weight settling to her left side.

Aleth explained the whole thing to him that evening. The wish, and what she'd learned about it. She was beginning to think it really truly did mean that her body could enjoy sex with anyone or anything. That wasn't quite what she'd expected.

"Well, you were drunk," Davion said.

"Absolutely hammered, yeah. The memories are hazy. But I'm pretty sure I just wanted to not be nervous about it."

He laughed, a sort of hissing huffing sound. When they'd first met, she must admit, she thought his species was strange. But as they spent more time together she liked those quirks.

He pointed at her, a curious look on his face, "What about that?"

"About wha... oh," she suddenly realized something else had changed. Her breasts were bigger, at least an inch or so. She shifted her body and watched them sway on her chest, heavy and soft.

Davion saw her expression. "That's new?" he said.

"That's new," she agreed.

"You know, that girth potion, if a female uses it their bust expands."

Aleth furrowed her brow. "But I didn't take that."

"You said everything gets absorbed, that it feels really good."

"Oh. Is that how it works?"

"You tell me."

"The only one who really knows is inside a bottle somewhere."

There was the chuffing laugh sound again. He turned to lie on his side, his left hand roaming up onto her small body and cupping one of her yet-again-larger breasts. The pads of his fingers felt nice against her smooth skin. He squeezed gently, and Aleth leaned over to kiss him on the muzzle.

"The potion shouldn't last much longer," he said.

They stayed up a while longer, the conversation moving to other subjects. What he said was true, and within a few minutes Davion's cock was reducing to it's ordinary, already impressive size. Aleth's enlarged bust stayed the same, however. A reminder of a new discovery about her wish.

The two of them became close friends, but his career prevented a traditional relationship. He'd show up for a few days every few months, and the two of them would have a wonderful time socially and sexually. They would experiment sometimes, trying new locations and positions, and occasionally she would defy her own common sense and bring a growth potion. Every time was another slight increase in her bust, but that sensation of accomodating his massively enlarged cock was so good, she just had to feel it again.

Aleth knew allowing the growth was reckless, that she shouldn't keep doing it, but it had benefits. With each increase, her nipples grew a little larger, puffier, better for gripping and tugging. Davion's muzzle and coarse tongue felt so good on them. She was improving her own experience, and that of her partner, she told herself. A little more sway and jiggle wasn't so bad.

As the years went on, between visits, Aleth would seek out interesting partners. Sex was always enjoyable, her body always found a way. The wish really did work, she'd lost her former inhibitions and enjoyed it for what it was. No diseases, no pregnancy scares, she trusted the genie's work. It was always exciting to encounter a new intelligent species at a tavern, wanting to see what they felt like, what the experience was like.

She preferred men but occasionally tried a woman. These had their own pleasures, but the lack of emission, lack of that euphoric warmth, was always a disappointment.

Then one visit, after several years, Davion arrived with a messy scar down one arm. His expression was glum as they met that evening. The good news was, he'd come into some considerable money. Enough that maybe he could stay here for long period.

The problem is, he'd had an accident.

He'd signed on to an expedition at another port. They trekked two days into a swamp, and infiltrated an old ruin. Things were going well until a hostile toadlike creature attacked them, and Davion had been bitten badly by it. He'd spent more than a week nearly comatose, in agony from the wound, and more weeks after that crippled by pain. Against long odds he'd survived, barely, thanks to the efforts of a healer who'd accompanied the party.

She was alarmed, concerned for her friend and lover, but in balance, to Aleth, this sounded like good news. He'd made it. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not really. Still sore, still aware of it, but I've mostly recovered. That's not the issue." he ran one hand through his mane, nervously, "This is going to sound crazy, but the creature's bite, it never really goes away. It stays in your system."

"But you've recovered, or mostly have."

"I've built an immunity, after weeks of constant high-level exposure, aided by magic. It's, well, not the same."

It took a moment for Aleth to realize the problem.

Against Davion's objections, Aleth wanted to try it. He was wonderful as always, a gentle, patient lover who could reach deeper into her than anyone. She moaned with pleasure as he sank his fingers into her heavy breasts, as he filled and flooded her. It was wonderful feeling her body accomodate him, and the flood of full-body warmth from his seed.

Then it hit. A wave of nausea, of shivering pain, and she found herself vomiting into a pot, and spent the next hour dizzy, waves of cold under her skin. Oh no, it was true. He was poisonous.

The next day Aleth began asking around. There were potions to deal with this, surely. Or something that could help. A few magics existed but she didn't have the training or lineage to use them. The one potion she knew of was incredibly expensive and only occasionally available.

She broke the news to Davion gently, but he didn't seem surprised. He'd done this same research already. The physical side of their relationship seemed over, but they'd grown close over the years, and she didn't want to lose him. He took an apartment near the pier, to finish his recovery while they figured things out. He was well liked among his crew and could rejoin on a later visit, if need be.

It was an expedition three weeks later that set Aleth on a new path. Aleth was a little less nimble these days due to her greatly expanded tits, but despite that her skills had continued to grow. She had a number of regular colleagues. As they were telling war stories one evening, she learned one of them had done a recovery contract for a bronze dragon a few years ago, one who collected elven artwork and had a delivery go missing.

Something Aleth had learned in her research is that Bronze dragons are immune to most poisons. Their blood can be distilled into an effective potion that grants temporary immunity to the user, lasting a few hours at a time. This is why such potions are rare, as such an ingredient is hard to come by. Enough spells use blood to influence their target that a dragon is generally unwilling to trust others with it, even if well paid.

But Aleth had another option, maybe a more permanent one.

It took another two months to get in touch with Keletn. Another month after that to meet him in person. He was a little smaller than average for a Bronze, perhaps thirty-five feet in length, with impressive horns that swept back forming a dramatic crown. His coloration was of course similar to burnished bronze, and his scales shone in the firelight of the cave. His snout was narrow, and his eyes intelligent with a bit of warmth behind them. As they made introductions he was polite, something Aleth knew was not a gaurantee when speaking with a dragon.

Many of them viewed the humanoid races as small and inferior. She'd been encouraged by the idea of a dragon that collected elven art. That suggests he has at least an interest, and as she herself is an elf, that may open a door.

He lived in a small cave system, with certain rooms carved and modified to have clean flat floors. Rooms had furniture in a fashion, large pads to rest on, shelving and decoration, and indeed one room with a modest but well-chosen display of elven statuary and paintings. Many of these, she was pleased to see, depicted the female form.

As Keletn's brief tour came to a close, Aleth begin explaining her visit. Keletn listened politely as she recounted her problem, and almost immediately began explaining why he did not want to sell his blood... then his massive brow furrowed as he began to listen to her actual proposal.

It was impossible, and indecent. And fascinating.

Aleth had never seen her body do what it was doing now. She'd had years of experience with the results of her wish by this point, and wasn't surprised, exactly, but there was no denying this was new. She'd insisted her power would work, convinced him of it, but the moment she saw what he had, her heart did skip a beat.

Keletn was clearly nervous about hurting her, understandable given the size difference. Both of his massive cocks hung below him, each one four feet of dark flesh, almost the size of her entire body, with ridges along their lengths.

She was on her back, guiding the tip of one of those enormous shafts to her entrance, and watched almost with awe as her body began to accomodate him. Her hips were growing wider and wider, expanding rapidly, and that blissful feeling of new flesh and new sensation was intense. In less than a minute her hips and lower body were more than twice their normal size, far larger than they'd ever been.

Her expansive breasts pooled atop her chest, wobbling with every move, and she watched between them as it happened: Her body opening another entrance beside her original. It felt utterly strange for a moment, then there it was, the feeling of bliss again as her second pussy finished its creation, and she knew finally that her body really could enjoy sex with absolutely anyone.

Turning onto her hands and knees was difficult, she was so disproportionate now, her hips so wildly expanded from their usual size. Then she told Keletn she was ready, and felt the tips of his cocks searching, and of course she was the perfect size. First one began penetrating her, then the other, and she realized Keletn had craned his neck down to watch, fascinated.

His massive tail shifted as he moved his hips, and suddenly an entire foot of his lengths entered her twin vaginas. She gasped and moaned loudly, rocking forward, feeling her nipples drag against the padded floor.

Keletn asked if she was okay.

She turned her head and looked up at him, making sure to show him a smile as confident as she could manage. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He nuzzled her for a moment, gently, politely. He said, "You feel cool, I like it."

"And you are so, so warm, and so good," she replied, before laying her head down on her crossed arms, her breasts spreading against the padded floor.

Satisfied, his next thrust went deep, deep into her. She felt her body rapidly spread and stretch around those massive dragon cocks, felt those ridges along the top drag along her inner walls. Her hips grew even wider to accomodate him, and her torso somehow made room. The feeling of so much change, so much accomodation, was incredible.

She could feel both hot lengths reaching impossible places many feet deep inside her body. Her twin pussies trembled, each of them pulling so taut around him that there was a moment of pain, then immediately adjusting for her comfort.

Then he began pulling out of her, and nearly dragged her backwards in the process. She balled her hands into the cloth-covered pad, holding herself in place, hearing a quiet slurping sound as Keletn withdrew from her body. Then she rocked forwards again, hard, as he pushed back in, and her vision almost went white with the pleasure of it.

She'd certainly never had two clits before. Each one massively enlarged and feeding her mind so much sensation. Each of them was tugged wonderfully by the ridges on Keletn's lengths as he fucked her.

This was a fucking unlike anything Aleth had ever experienced. She held onto the pad with all her strength, feeling his massive cocks plunging in and out of her, being dragged forward and back, feeling her dual entrances stretch and pull. She discovered she could squeeze him with one pussy, or the other, but both was difficult. Everything was difficult. But true to the wish, deeply pleasurable in impossible ways. She should talk to him, let him know how good this was.

"You feel so," she had to pause to gasp, to catch her breath, "...so good. You're so warm. Fill me up. Please."

His voice was higher than normal, and far above her somewhere, out of sight. "I think you're getting looser. It's getting easier."

"My body is adjusting for you," Aleth said, roughly.

"You..." it was Keletn's turn to catch a breath, "You were right. It's so different."

It really was. She felt that feeling again, the bliss of accomodation, as his shafts somehow grew even harder and bigger, as her insides shifted for them, as her hips expanded even more. She wished should could watch her changes, see them happen, but she could barely hold on much less study her fascinating body.

She felt him moving in and out more and more rapidly, his massive cocks conquering her interior, her two pussies quivering around them. Then there it was, his left cock twitched, and she heard Keletn groan above her.

Davion's emission was impressive, but Keletn's was gallons. She felt her insides shift yet again, accomodating even this, as her left passage inflated with massive quantities of hot cum. Then suddenly there was another twitch on the right, and Keletn arched his back at his twin climaxes, as both cocks pumped her full of dragon seed at once.

She lost her grip on the pad and suddenly found herself hanging in the air, utterly impaled on two gigantic dragon penises, supported only by her pussies. Her back pressed against his belly scales as he clenched his shafts. Her arms and legs and breasts dangled below her.

There was so much motion, dangling, sloshing, so much heat inside her. Keletn's cum was intensely hot, hot enough to burn, but somehow her body accomodated it. Another unique sensation to add to the list.

Then the feeling of inflation started to subside, and her entire body was flooded with euphoric waves of heat and that wonderful feeling of absorbtion. As she dangled there, mind clouded by pleasure, she hoped her theory worked.

An hour later, Aleth was getting dressed. Keletn was lying on the large pad, sometimes dozing, sometimes watching her. He'd been fascinated as her dragon-sized hips slowly returned to her normal size.

She had tried to maintain an air of confidence through all this, but had actually been truly shocked at the state of herself after their coupling. Keletn's massive shafts had exited her body for the final time and she found herself truly feeling hollow, her inner walls exposed to open air, like she was more empty space than woman. That was almost certainly the case, she knew. Her body had become a vessel for Keletn's cocks, and now that part of her was missing. The feeling was deeply alien.

Her hips had been almost five feet wide, her newly formed pussies gaping and cavernous, and for almost fifteen minutes she just tried to rest while her monstrous proportions began to recede. She would never forget the sensation of her dual clits merging back into one. After some time, she felt Keletn's tongue cleaning her entrance, to her shuddering pleasure. She thanked him for the distraction as her body recovered. Some time after that, she began to feel like she could move.

By now she was largely back to normal. Well, sort of.

Keltn nodded in her direction, glancing behind her. "You've certainly absorbed some of my aspects, at least."

Aleth nodded, and looked behind her. She'd needed to cut a hole in her trousers to make room for the tail. It was thick, perhaps five feet long, and covered in bronze scales. At a thought she curved it around and grasped the tip. It was warm, and she felt her hand on its surface.

"Nothing like this has happened before," she said. "But if this is the price I pay for Davion, that's not so bad. Your kind has beautiful scales."

"Thank you."

Maybe it was the sheer quantity of cum, she thought. She'd certainly absorbed tons of it from Davion and never inherited any of his leonine characteristics. But those were much lower doses, so to speak.

The two of them chatted for a few minutes, mostly preparing to say their goodbyes. Keletn repeatedly thanked her for the opportunity. He'd always had a thing for elves and this experience was extremely unique. She thanked Keletn for his impressive donation to her cause.

And so they parted ways, and if Keletn ever needed help from an adventuring party, he knew to get in touch. Maybe they can have a bit of fun again.

Aleth had been gone for almost two weeks traveling, and upon meeting Davion at his apartment she fell into his arms, burying her face in his chest. He held her tightly for a few moments, before letting go and giving her a brief lick on the tip of her nose.

It had been months since their last coupling, and they wasted no time. Minutes later they were on his oversized bed, stripped nude, and Davion ran his hand up her lengthy tail, feeling its warm scales.

"This must've taken getting used to, I'll bet it's a quarter of your body weight," he said. "I like it, feels nice to touch."

"Yeah, walking's pretty different now," she conceded, "I have no idea how you do it."

"Don't ask me, mine's elegant and refined."

"What I want to do to you sure isn't."

"Big talk for a tiny elfess," he teased.

Davion lay on his back, propped against the headboard. Aleth climbed atop him, tail extending behind, breasts hanging low and heavy. Those puffy nipples were begging for attention, and she dragged them slowly up his body as she got into position. She ran her hands up and down the fur of his chest, feeling how soft it was. He was already hard, and she reached back, bringing his length vertical, before aligning herself.

She adjusted her tail back and up, finding her balance, feeling it stretch her vagina backwards a little. That's certainly new. She spread her lower lips with one hand, and as she lowered herself onto Davion's hot shaft she felt his soft spines along her inner walls, then finally that blissful feeling of accomodation as her insides grew deeper for him. By the time her entrance met the base of his cock, he was massaging her soft breasts, lifting them, running his pads over their sensitive surface. Her pussy rippled around him in welcome.

This time wasn't gentle, it was fast and aggressive, as Aleth worked her body up and down his length, squeezing it tightly, wanting to know. She planted her hands on his broad shoulders, breathing hard, as he grasped her hips and began aiding her motions, bodily lifting her higher, letting her sink onto him faster and deeper. She felt her hips accomodate him, subtly growing wider to help, the change feeding her further pleasure. After a minute of this she cried out, her pussy trembling around its guest as she climaxed.

Then Davion grumbled out a low growl, and there was the twitch, and finally she felt her inner self fill with his familiar seed. A moment later her body rewarded her with those radiating waves of warmth. Aleth moaned a little, she had missed this.

But it was different this time, more focused, and she felt a strange feeling inside as that heat settled somewhere in her chest. It was different, but still relaxing and euphoric, still a good feeling. She felt... good. Nothing but good!

She fell forward, happy, still impaled on Davion, and he gently held her as she rested against him. His length twitched inside her a few times, and she squeezed him in response. They waited a minute, to see what happened.

"You're okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, a little different somehow, but everything felt good. You felt good. I think it worked, I'm immune now!"

Aleth pushed herself upright, and looked down at her friend. She rocked her hips a little, feeling him shift within her. "So, now that I'm fixed..."

"You weren't broken, I am," Davion said.

"Now that we're both completely normal and fine," Aleth said, curling her new tail pointedly around his ankle, "Maybe now would be a great time to make things official?"

A curious look spread across Davion's face. "You mean get married?"

Aleth was genuinely shocked. "Wha, no! I meant we could start really da—," she cut herself off. Her mind raced. He was so good to her, for her, and with her. Why not? She added, "Well, actually, yes. I'd love to."

"So would I. I'll get a ring tomorrow."

It had happened so fast. Aleth buried her face in both hands, her heart pounding, she was thrilled by this idea, she really hadn't expected this. Then as her excitement peaked she suddenly felt strange, at first it was butterflies, but then that heat in her chest was doing something. She felt the urge to cough.

Davion had never felt her grip his cock this tightly. Suddenly Aleth was squeezing him like a vice inside, and he was about to comment on it when she turned her head and breathed a short gout of flame into the air. Her eyes grew wide and she turned to him, in shock.

Davion laughed, and pulled her down to him, into another long hug. He could feel her heart pounding. He held her for a moment, giving her an affectionate kiss on the top of her head, before running one hand down her back and sliding it down the length of her bronze-scaled tail.

"I can't wait to marry my little dragon," he said.

Aleth grinned, trying to calm herself. She trusted him like she'd never trusted anyone, and she wrapped her arms around his broad torso, returning the hug, pulling herself tight against him. She felt her breasts spread against his massive chest, her nipples hard against his soft fur, and she ran one hand up, gripping a fistful of his mane. His cock already felt so perfect inside her, but it had been almost a year since he really stretched her. Maybe tomorrow she should grow a little bigger for him.

"I can't wait to have my big naughty lion all to myself," she replied.