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Alfred, the Draco-Slayer

On the border town of San Polar, there is a dragon.

In centuries past, San Polar was once the location of a dangerous battle between two forces; the Republic of Vidor, and the Empire of Mireval. The sovereigns of Mireval were looking to increase their purchase of the land, invading and conquering territories in an act that continues to have rippling effects even now into the present day. Hundreds if not thousands of cultures and customs were erased overnight in a brutal assault, and the number of historical moments that have embedded themselves into the annals of history cannot be understated. And while the Empire of Mireval has long since collapsed under its own weight and no longer exists, the signs of its dominance remain even now.

Certain areas of the continent that had been so thoroughly sacked by the invading empire, have become near lawless wastelands of crime and villainy. Cruel acts of violence often befall those weak – or poor – enough to live here, with the word 'justice' being a distant concept. San Polar was no different. While protected by a grand wall that was erected to ward off the invading forces of Mireval, the wall – like the border town – had long since been abandoned by its country, left to rot and decay to time and erosion.

And yet, people still live within its borders, still call this town home, and – most astonishing of all – still find a way to live in peace. Were they rich? No, far from it. But were they safe? Were they protected? Yes. And it wasn't because of the Republic of Vidor's grand knights, or the god of protection's holy light.

In a way, they did have a deity, in this case, a goddess. But instead of being of flesh and blood, or divine light and omnipotence, their goddess was born of scales.

Trrriiiicccckkllleeeee...

The sound of flowing water. The soft billow of the wind. A few tumbling stones that rolled nearby. Archways and stone pillars that had been left to erode to time. In the center of it all, there laid a basin of water, one that had been littered with leaves, dust and stone from the surroundings. And standing before this small pool, there stood a woman.

She stood, cloaked from head to toe in a white and gold robes that obscured her body... while flaunting her silhouette. From afar, all one could see was a towering woman with a voluptuous figure... and the purple-scaled tail that slithered from her backside. Standing before the small pool of water, she raised her hand, revealing it to also be layered in violet scales, while being long and slender, with sharp claws. Her palm opening, the woman caused a light-blue color to emerge around her hand, one that emitted a high-pitched 'Bweeaaaaam!' noise that echoed through the small area.

Before her, the murky water of the pool began to quake and quiver. A bright, golden light emerged from the surface of the pond, one that shimmered throughout the rest of the basin. And as the seconds ticked on, the light shot out to the heavens, and the woman dropped her hand.

Gone was all the dirt, the grime, the leaves, the stones, the everything that marred the pool. What replaced it was nothing but pure, clean water. Water so clean that it was utterly devoid of any and all foreign bacteria, making it water in its purist form. And as the woman stared at her reflection through the clear surface of the basin, she grabbed the cloak she wore... and pulled it free from her body.

“Ahh...”

Fwump...

This woman was no mere woman. She was a dragon. A shimmering, tall, voluptuous, dragoness!

A towering woman, she loomed over all others in the area, being easily above six, no, seven feet tall. Deep violet scales shimmered on her body like twilight, a color that turned white towards her chest and midsection. From her head flowed cerulean hare that cascaded down her back, accenting the vibrant colors of her curvaceous body. They matched with her piercing azure eyes, that even now had a subtle glow to them.

She was a dragoness that oozed maternal grace. The curves of her body only helped emphasize this. Her breasts, so great and big, heavy and prominent. Her waist, narrow and trim, slimmed down by a reptilian grace. And her hips, wide and shapely, perfect for rearing children... and laying eggs.

But she was no timid creature, no docile, submissive, or meek dragon. There was still an unmistakable power that resonated within her. From her head there stood not two, but four horns. Two longer and prominent horns that stretched backwards, with two smaller horns right beneath them. The claws and talons on her hands and feet were also long and sharp, being more than capable of shredding flesh into ribbons if need be.

And yet, for as beautiful and erotic as her body was, and for as dangerous and deadly as her claws, horns, and even tail were, it all paled in comparison to her face. Her soft, kind, gentle, face. A face that oozed motherly warmth and tender benevolence. A face flanked on both sides by the long locks of her cerulean hair. A face that, currently, was downturned in a frown of sadness.

This dragoness took a step forward. And another step forward. And another step forward. Finally, she stepped into a ledge within the small pool of water... before sinking down into it completely. She completely submerged herself within the clean waters of the pool, with only her shadow and silhouette being visible. She remained under the water for several seconds, before--

Splash!

“Aaah!”

Like a professional diver, her head sprung up from under the surface of the pool, tossing water up high, while whipping her hair back. Eyes closed and head tipped to the skies, the dragoness dragged her claws through her cerulean hair, dragging it back... before finally opening her azure eyes.

Up above were clear blue skies that were only slightly marred by a few white clouds here and there. And yet, through this serene moment, she felt a quiver and a quake. There was something – some_one –_ out there, and their mere presence caused the temperature to increase... and made the dragoness' eyes grow wide.

“She? Her? Here?” she whispered, before her ears quivered at the sound of footsteps.

“Velyth!” a voice shouted from behind, “It's her! She's here again!”

“I'm coming!” the dragoness replied.

Turning around, the violet dragoness' eyes fell upon the face of a desperate village. He stood at the archway that led to this small clearing, his hand wheeling inwards to usher her towards him. She rose up from her pool while he turned away, giving the naked dragoness some modesty while she rose up.

Her hand glowing bright, she caused a sapphire light to travel around her body. It enveloped her body, drying away the water that covered her form, and clothing her nude body.

Well... clothed in a relative sense. She was completely naked before, but now, she was slightly less naked. Her heavy breasts were contained in a gold-trimmed armored top that just barely covered her nipples, held together via a golden choker around her neck. On her arms were detached sleeves that were white with golden edges, with golden bands gripping them at just above her elbows. And her hips were clad in a golden harness with a thin pelvic curtain hanging between her legs to cover her womanhood.

It was an elegant ensemble. It was also a lewd ensemble. It was an ensemble that made her radiate like a divine priestess... while also bringing other, less pure thoughts to mind. And with her curvaceous and voluptuous body, it was nearly impossible to not have these thoughts from time to time.

But the people of San Polar would never hold such thoughts towards their priestess... their goddess. For it was under her powerful might and incredible magic that they were safe to live the lives they did in this crime-infested land. For without her, death would surely follow... and death had a name

“Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!”

“This way, Lady Velyth! This way!” said a villager as the dragoness rushed through the town.

All around her, she watched as the doors of the stone and clay buildings of San Polar were slammed shut. People rushed for their homes, mothers and fathers ushered their children inside, while the small village's few guards stood ready with their meager weapons and shields. But as the violet dragoness rushed by, she saw as their faces brightened up with relief, brief though it may be. She then came to a halt at the wall that guarded San Polar, where she was greeted by another armed guard.

“Lady Velyth...” said the guard as he clutched his spear, “It's her.”

“I am aware of the situation,” said the dragoness as she approached the rusted gates that bared entry into San Polar, “I can feel the stirring in the air... and it will only grow hotter,” turning, she faced the guard, “Sir Nell, please retreat into your home. I will deal with her. You and the rest of the guards need not suffer in the meantime.”

“And leave you alone?” replied the guard as he shook his head, “No, Lady Velyth. I will protect the town as I always have. Even you cannot tell a guard to abandon his post.”

Despite the ever growing tension in the air, a smile spread out upon the dragoness' lips. Even though the guards knew they could do little against her might, they would still stand to defend their village from her assault. It was less to protect their town as they knew they couldn't withstand her fire, but more because they knew that their presence would always be a boon to their dragoness.

She protected them, and in turn, their faith in her gave her strength.

With an affirmative nod, the lilac dragoness shifted her attentions towards the rusted gates before her, causing the guards to shout out--

“Open the gates!”

She steeled herself, azure eyes sharpening, and her hands tightening into fists. As the heavy 'Gunk! Gunk! Gunk!' noise of twisting gears began echoing out, the rusted gates of the wall began slowly sliding upwards. And with a deep breath, the dragoness stepped forward, entering through the small tunnel that led through the decaying stone partition...

“Aah...”

And exited through the other side.

San Polar was a small village with great history. While it was not impoverished, it was far from rich. And yet, if one were to stand directly outside of the settlement's walls, they too would think that the border town was where kings lived. For while San Polar was dusty, old, and underprivileged, at least it was alive.

The same could not be said for the land outside of it.

Ash. There was ash everywhere. This forest was once a vibrant and luscious land, filled with green grass, beautiful flowers, and tall trees. But now, those beautiful flowers had withered away, the tall trees were blasted and black, hollowed and cracked, and the grass was smothered beneath a thick layer of ash.

But this was not the doing of the Empire of Mireval. Remember, the empire had fallen centuries ago. While its attempted invasion of the Republic of Vidor was brutal and violent, the signs had long since been healed by time and nature. This forest – and the surrounding lands – should be vibrant and lively.

Should be...

But she existed. And she would not allow that to pass.

Puffing up her great chest, the violet dragoness took a deep breath, and began walking forward with her hands at her sides. Her hips moved with this hypnotic sway, and she carried her body with the utmost of refined grace and shimmering divinity. Light seemed to sparkle around the dragoness and her azure eyes softly glowed, all while the ash and mist of this dying forest began to envelop her. But she did not and would not falter. She would walk deeper inside, traveling along this worn, dusty path... until she saw a silhouette in the distance.

And two red glowing eyes.

Her name was Velyth. She was the Protector of San Polar, and was a serene dragoness whose healing and protective magic were second to none. To the people of the border town, she was more than a wise and beautiful dragoness; she was a goddess in every sense of the word.

But Velyth was not the only dragoness who called these lands her home. For every god needs a devil... and this other dragon was certainly her devil.

Crunch... Crunch... Crunch... Crunch...

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the air, but Velyth did not falter, did not break. She tensed up further, her azure eyes glowing even brighter as that pair of red eyes drew ever closer. Even as the air grew hotter and hotter to the point that a man would fall unconscious from the incredible heat, the lilac dragoness remained as still as a statue. Remaining focused, she watched as the silhouette those red eyes belonged to became more defined, revealing a figure and frame not too dissimilar to Velyth's own.

And that silhouette... closer and closer it drew... eventually, the mist formed of ash and dust began to quiver... and eventually part open, revealing... her.

What stood before Velyth was an all too familiar sight. A towering dragoness, one who loomed over all others in the area, being easily above six, no, seven feet tall in height. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Upon her body there laid ash-white scales that shined under whatever light, no matter how bright or dim it may be, giving her an almost phantasmal appearance. And what flowed from her head was spiky black hair that fell and flowed all the way to her hips... and even slightly beyond. Her jet-black hair framed her dangerous face... and the slitted pair of crimson eyes that could kill a man just by glaring at them hard enough.

She was a dragoness that oozed danger. Her physique was a lethal blend of muscles and curves. Wide hips and strong thighs that could crush skulls with a mere flex. A narrow waist laden with abs that could rebuff the mightiest of swords. And obscenely large breasts that were fit, firm, and looked heavy enough to bend metal.

A wild and brutal creature, she was a dragoness that embodied all the horror stories one has heard of them. Two prominent horns extended out and stretched towards the back of her head, and the claws and talons on her hands and feet not only looked like they could rend flesh with ease, but outright crush metal and stone into dust. And from her form resonated not only this incredible power, but this unbearable and overwhelming heat. It caused the temperature in the air to jump up tens of degrees, making it feel as if someone was standing mere centimeters from a raging inferno.

But for as erotic and muscular as her body was, and for as dangerous and deadly as her claws, horns, and even tail were, it all paled in comparison to her face. Her brutal, sadistic, cruel, face. A face that exuded violent maliciousness and egotistic dominance. A face that, currently, was grinning like she's already won.

This ash-white dragoness with the jagged black hair and violent crimson eyes placed her hands upon her hips, and lightly swayed to the side. Still grinning, she glared at Velyth, chuckling lowly under her breath.

Everything she was, the lilac dragoness was not. Whereas Velyth had softer curves and rounder features, this ash-white dragoness had brutal edges and taut muscles. Whereas Velyth oozed warm and motherly love, this ash-white dragoness exuded violence and raging heat. Whereas Velyth wore revealing priestess clothes, this ash-white dragoness wore this obsidian, spiked bikini armor that clung close to her curvaceous and toned physique.

Oh, yeah, and we can't forget the high-heeled boots on her feet.

These two dragonesses – one violet, the other white – could not be anymore different. And yet, there were unmistakable similarities between the two. Their heights, their figures, the fact that they were both wingless dragons; if one were to close their eyes, they may mistake the two as being...

“Hello, Velyth,” said the ash-white dragoness as she approached her lilac counterpart.

“Sylrith...” she growled back, “Begone from this place.”

“Oh, c'mooooooon,” said the ash-white dragoness as she moved with a predatory grace, “Is that any way to talk to the likes of me? You act as if we did not hatch from the same brood,” her crimson eyes then pulsed, and a wave of incredible heat flowed from her. But even that was not enough to make the lilac dragoness falter, “Step aside, Velyth. I'm coming through.”

“You know I cannot do that,” she replied, “If you step through those gates, you will bring pointless suffering. And I will not abet your mindless and wanton slaughter.”

“Mindless? Wanton? Is that really how you feel about me?” asked the ash-white dragon, “And it is you of all dragons that those ignorant people worship as some goddess of love and compassion. Yet you will not forgive me?” she shook her head, “You show your true colors, Velyth.”

“Sylrith...” she whispered... before shaking her head, “No. I will not fall for your serpentine tongue. Not again,” azure eyes pulsing, they started to grow brighter to match the crimson eyes of her fellow dragoness, “I shall repeat myself: Begone from this place. I will not tell you this twice.”

These were all formalities. It seemed as if once a month, these two dragoness would meet in this dead forest outside of these walls. One wild and brutal; flowing with a fire that warped the air around them. The other was serene and graceful; projecting an aura of protection that acted like a ward or barrier. They stood opposed to one another, their only audience being the dying forest around them, and the few guards brave(/stupid) enough to gaze through the gaps of the wall towards them.

“HAAAH!”

ZWWOOOSSH!

The ash-white threw up her hand, sending a wave of intense fire rushing towards the lilac dragon. They blazed red and hot, and took the form of a tunnel that spiraled and swirled towards her enemy. But right before those flames could touch her...

“HMMPH!”

GWEAM!

Velyth emitted a barrier that shot up from the ground, protecting herself from the raging inferno. Her barrier was translucent, and shimmered with a rainbow variety of colors that pulsated and flashed. And yet, through all the colors and lights, she could still see the ash-white dragoness on the other end.

Those serrated teeth. Those pulsing crimson eyes. Her outstretched hand. This was the very visage of destruction and death incarnate. If the raw destructive fury of fire could take the form of a living being, then it would be this ash-white dragoness here.

But fire in and of itself is not evil. While it can destroy without impurity, it can also bring warmth and protection. And yet, the ash-white dragoness used it for her own selfish gain, attacking and slaughtering anyone and everything she deemed worth it. In these wastelands where law was weak and protection was lacking, her name – her title – was enough to make people shrink with fear and run away.

The Scorchclaw...

“HUAAAAAAAAH!!!”

“Nngh!?”

The fire from the ash-white dragon increased further, burning away trees and even causing the ground to crack and quiver beneath Velyth's feet. But the violet dragoness would not stop. Azure eyes glowing even brighter, her projected barrier grew stronger, shining even brighter, and causing the fire to be reflected towards its caster.

“Ah?”

The ash-white dragoness was surrounded by her own fire... which began to expand and then spin around her like a pillar. Glaring through the flames, her crimson eyes glowed bright as she leered at the barrier, her once confident grin shifting into a more annoyed sneer.

“You're such a fucking killjoy, Velyth,” she remarked, her voice echoing into the violet dragon's ears despite the distance and fire, “And your attempts to protect those pathetic villagers that grovel at your feet will only drag you down. We were always better. Yet your pacifism holds you back.”

“It is my pacifism and these so-called 'pathetic villagers' that gives me strength,” Velyth snapped back, “And I will not stand here and listen to you speak down upon them! This is your last warning, Sylrith! Begone from this place!”

“Tch...”

The ash-white dragon spread her legs and opened her hands, causing fire to explode within her claws. Crimson eyes glowing as well, it became clear to Velyth that she wanted to continue this fight. In turn, the lilac dragoness' own azure eyes began to glow brighter, while she summoned her own magical might. While she was a so-called pacifist and often used her skills for healing and protection, she could summon magical attacks of her own.

But as the seconds ticked on and it looked like their clash would continue... the ash-white dragoness suddenly stopped. Dropping her hands, her crimson eyes ceased their glow, and the air around her was no longer as hot as it was before. Instead she scoffed, tossing out a 'Tch... whatever...', before turning away. Without another word, she began marching into the opposite direction of San Polar, eventually vanishing in the mist and ash of the decaying forest.

For several more moments, Velyth remained standing still, her azure eyes aglow, and her magical barrier still erected. But after a few more minutes, she finally let out an exasperated gasp, and her magical might began to subside. The barrier fell, her azure eyes stopped glowing, and she let her body fall forward. Briefly she lost her serene grace and regal aura, instead gazing towards the distance where the ash-white dragoness once stood.

This is how their clashes always went. Somewhat of a barking contest to prove whose might was better, only for it to inevitably end in a stalemate. Neither ever truly attacked one another, for their abilities were far too equal for one to ever surmount the other. And yet...

“Ngh...?”

Velyth pulled her hand up, clutching her shoulder. Palming it briefly, she pulled her hand back... where she saw it was tinged with blood. Somehow, some of the ash-white dragoness' fire had seeped through her barrier, injuring her shoulder. Velyth's eyes grew wide at this realization... before sharpening into a glare.

Gunk! Gunk! Gunk!

“Lady Velyth!” shouted voices from behind; it was the guards coming now that their attacker had been warded off, “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is... fine...” said the violet dragoness as she continued to clutch her shoulder, “Fuuuh... go through San Polar and make sure everyone is okay. The increased temperature from Sylrith's flames have probably caused a few injuries. Make sure everyone comes to visit me at my shrine. I will heal them there.”

“Yes, milady!” the guards all said in unison, before rushing back to check on the other villagers.

But Velyth remained in place, where she once again checked the mark on her shoulder. If she had been injured by the ash-white dragon's attack... then that did not bode well for their future altercations. Her enemy's strength had seemingly grown, while her own power had either plateaued... or begun to wane.

The next clash will be the same: a battle that ends in a stalemate. And she was sure their next battle after that would end similarly. But what of their third fight? Or their fourth fight? Their fifth fight? Would she even survive to a sixth fight? And if not... then what of the people who relied on her?

Those thoughts sent a cold pulse through Velyth's body. But instead of showing fear for their unknown future, she remained strong. Not for herself, but for the people of San Polar that sought her protection. She'll figure out something in due time. Right now, she needed to return to her shrine to heal the others... and herself.

…

Sylrith was her name. The Scorchclaw is what the people call her. No one knew what to make of her. Was she a bandit? Was she a mercenary? Was she an outlaw? Was she all of these things? Was she none of these things? Who knows. One thing was clear; she obeyed no rules, and her morality seemed to be as thick as a body of water. She does what she wants to do when she wants to do it, and no one can tell her otherwise.

Well... aside from Velyth, of course.

But very few people knew the truth of the two dragons. Very few knew that their similarities in height and figure was more than just the nature of their species. Very few people knew that the eggs from which they hatched from, were right next to one another. And it was a secret Velyth was keen on keeping.

The moon hung high in the sky. Her clash with Sylrith had left San Polar on high alert, with the guards still making their rounds, even at this time of night. But for the most part, the town had returned to an uneasy peace. Everyone in the village had visited Velyth by now, having been healed of any injuries that plagued them. That included Velyth herself, who had long since healed the burn injury on her arm... though she still felt pulses of pain echo from the spot.

Now here the dragoness stood, in a small alcove not too far from her shrine. It was a comfortable location, one with a seating area and many pews of books. Here was where she'd retreat to in order to lounge and relax, typically reading books. But now, she stood with her hands behind her back, gazing out the window towards the moonlit skies, questioning her future, and the warnings her injuries brought.

“If next time,” she whispered, “Sylrith attacks and I am unable to stop her. I fear what will happen to the people. I... I must strengthen myself for the next time and increase my magical might... somehow.”

“Talking to yourself again, I see, Lady Velyth.”

“Eeep!”

The dragoness shot up as still as a statue, her luscious curves jiggling as she turned to face the entrance to her lounge. Walking in was an old man dressed as a guard. A burly fellow with gray hair, gray beard, and a steely gaze. When she saw him, Velyth let out a sigh of relief, before offering an open seat to the fellow.

“Sir Kibble,” she said with a warm smile, “How many times must I berate you for sneaking up on me in my domain? Don't make me go to your wife and tell her of your antics!”

“You sound like a tattletale teacher,” replied the elderly guard with an approachable smile, “Do not forget, Lady Velyth, dragoness though you may be, I am still your senior. I will not be so easily swayed by taunts,” sitting down in the offered chair, he gazed upon Velyth, watching as she sat opposite of him, “Now then... how do you feel?”

“Whatsoever do you mean, Sir Kibble?” asked the dragoness, to which his steely gaze tightened further.

“Do not play coy with me, Lady Velyth,” he replied, “I noticed how you constantly clutched your shoulder while healing everyone in town. You were nursing an injury. It may have run over the heads of the others, but I did not miss it.”

“I... ah...” she looked to the side, “Aah... Sir Kibble... please...” then she looked down, appearing vulnerable and crestfallen, “Haaah... Sir Kibble... please do not tell the others. If they hear of this... I... I do not want their faith in me to be shaken.”

“Lady Velyth...” Sir Kibble replied as he straightened up, “While I appreciate your attempts to be strong for the people of San Polar, pushing yourself like this will do no one good. Not us, and certainly not yourself.”

“I understand that,” Velyth replied as she straightened up, “But... what other choice do I have? Sylrith's attacks grow more and more numerous. I cannot rest on my laurels, Sir Kibble. If she assaults San Polar, I must stand in opposition to her. I am the only one capable of holding her at bay. So...” slowly bringing up her hand, Velyth clutched the area where her phantom pain lied, “If I get burned every now and then... then... so be it.”

“Hmm...” Sir Kibble groaned as he rubbed his beard, “But even you have realized that everyone has a limit. And if your barriers cease protecting you, then it is only a matter of time before Sylrith's fire immolates all of San Polar.”

“Don't you think I know that!?” Velyth shouted, her hands curling at her side.

Sir Kibble remained calm... but the dragoness came to realize how loud she had become. Gazing to the side, she pulled the reins in on her emotions and took a deep breath, her eyes closing shut as her hand rested on her chest.

“Apologies, Sir Kibble,” she whispered, “I am... merely stressed by what has happened today.”

“As anyone would be,” he replied, “But it does not change the state we are in. Sylrith appears to be growing stronger. So unless you find a way to grow in strength as well, it would be in our best interests to find a way to circumvent our enemy's power.”

“I will increase my magical power,” said Velyth as she puffed up her chest, “If I retreat into my study and hone my perception and aptitude, I know that my barriers will increase in strength. Do not worry, Sir Kibble. When Sylrith and I next meet in battle, I will divert her advance.”

“Perhaps though... that will be unnecessary,” Sir Kibble remarked, causing the violet dragoness to tilt her head.

“Apologies?” she asked, “What... whatsoever do you mean, Sir Kibble?”

He did not answer immediately, instead placing his fingers to his beard in a thoughtful pose and closing his eyes. For several moments he sat there, his head tilting one way to the other in deep thought, before nodding and reopening his eyes.

“Velyth...” said Sir Kibble, “Have you ever heard of a man named Alfred? Alfred Shepard, to be exact?”

“Alfred... Shepard...?” Velyth repeated, before shaking her head, “N-no. I am afraid I cannot say I have ever heard of such a man...” she then tilted her head, “Do you mind me asking who this man is?”

“I'd be more surprised if you didn't,” Sir Kibble replied, “I know little about Alfred Shepard, but I have heard about him during my travels to Vidor's capital. At first, I thought he was nothing more than a myth; a legend told by drunkards at the local pub. But even more scholarly fellows have heard of Alfred Shepard, leading me to believe he is real. Ah... but I'm getting ahead of myself,” he shook his head, “Alfred Shepart is known as the Draco-Slayer.”

“The... Draco... Slayer...?” Velyth muttered, “He is a man... who... slays dragons?”

The thought made the lilac dragoness feel... cold. It pulsed through her chest, and made her shift rather uncomfortably in place. While slaying Sylrith would make life easier for the people of San Polar – and she had on many occasions overheard the villagers beg for the ash-white dragoness' death – it was also an act that Velyth could not abide by.

She loathed the ash-white dragoness. She detested her. She hated how she abused her gifts in strength and pyromancy to abuse those weaker than her. And yet, even with Sylrith's criminal nature in mind, Velyth could not bring herself to actively desire her death. A part of her even hoped that – one day – the ash-white dragoness would come to understand how much her actions have brought pain upon others, and would begin seeking atonement and forgiveness.

Tch... as if that would ever happen. But a dragoness could dream.

So when Kibble brought up the idea of this 'Draco-Slayer', a frown appeared on Velyth's face and her body deflated. She wanted to outright tell him 'no', but she knew doing so would cause him to ask 'why'. And she'd be unable to answer him.

Thankfully, Sir Kibble was a wise old man. He knew when a woman was put into a difficult position, and did not wish to speak. While he did not know why Velyth made such a face, he was smart enough to make a few accurate guesses. So he aimed to assuage her of her fears... whatever they may be.

“I would not say he slays dragons,” said Sir Kibble, “Quite the opposite, really.”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“As the story goes,” he continued, “Alfred the Draco-Slayer has an uncanny ability to make dragons outright... disappear. He leaves not blood, not scales, not their severed head. It is as if he convinces the dragon in question to abandon whatever cruelty they were participating in. From what I heard, there was a wyvern who constantly attacked ships in a location known as Sulvan Peninsula. The people knew where the wyvern's nest was, but it was so violent and mighty, that none could approach it before being killed. When Alfred was traveling through the peninsula, he traveled to the nest, successfully entering inside. The people thought he would have been slayed, but he would return during the night. He left the peninsula soon after, continuing his journeys. When the people traveled to the wyvern's nest to see if it was still alive, they were stunned. The wyvern was gone, seemingly vanished, as if it had never been there.”

“How... is that possible?” asked Velyth, to which Sir Kibble shrugged his shoulders.

“No one knows how Alfred quells these dragons,” he answered, “Many believe he uses magic so great that he reduces them to ash. Others say otherwise. Others say that he's a talented orator, one that is skilled in the art of wyrm-speak, allowing him to convince the dragons to leave the area. But no one is completely sure.”

“Hmm... I... hmm...”

Hearing this did not make Velyth feel any better. On one hand, this 'Draco-Slayer' could indeed be a dragon slayer, one capable of completely eradicating a dragon if need be. On the other hand, it was possible that he was a master debater, and could convince Sylrith to abandon her criminal ways.

Hah... complete poppycock! Sylrith was as belligerent as a steel club! No one could convince her to discard her life of crime! She had lived it for so long, that was it even possible for her to be 'normal'? Did the word 'normal' even register in her head?

But... what other choice did Velyth have? Sylrith was seemingly growing stronger, while she was remaining the same. One day, the ash-white dragon will best her in battle, and lay waste to San Polar, and everything else that stands in her path. And if that happens, then this 'Draco-Slayer' will catch wind of her. And when that happens, well, if his strength was as mighty as the rumors say, he will destroy Sylrith.

But maybe it doesn't have to be that way. Maybe Velyth could – somehow – unite with this 'Draco-Slayer', and together, they could bring Sylrith to heel without killing her. If they did that, then she would be forever in Alfred's debt. Assuming of course they could even gain fellowship with this mysterious warrior.

On any other day, Velyth would probably scoff at the idea of teaming up with a man known for killing dragons. But with the injury she suffered today, and Sylrith's growing strength, she found herself trapped. At the very least, she would be remiss if she didn't entertain the idea of meeting with this 'Draco-Slayer'.

“Alfred... Shepard...” she whispered, her face one of thought and ponder... before reopening her azure eyes to gaze at the man before her, “Sir Kibble... do you know of a way to speak with this... Draco-Slayer?”

“I'm an old man, Velyth,” Sir Kibble replied with a wry smile, “And like every old person, I know people. I know a lot of people. I'm sure I can gain audience with this 'Draco-Slayer' sooner rather than later. I'll have a letter sent in the morning. Hopefully our Draco-Slayer is a real person, and hopefully, he can help us deal with Sylrith.”

Velyth gave a warm and clapped her hands together. While she feared that this Alfred man would indeed slay Sylrith, she could not deny that it felt good knowing that this stalemate between her and her fellow dragoness could possibly be brought to an end. And if she spoke with this Draco-Slayer, then perhaps she could curtail his destructive fury.

Still... a Draco-Slayer. Being a dragoness herself, she naturally felt defensive. Not just for Sylrith's, but for her own as well. Sir Kibble did not speak of this Alfred man as being noble or not. What if he was some sort of serpent slaying maniac who hunts dragons for their scales and claws?

But even with this being a possibility, she trusted Sir Kibble's advice. She knew he would not do anything that would put San Polar into danger, nor herself. If there was an inkling that this Draco-Slayer would turn his dragon slaying antics towards Velyth, he would not have brought him up in the first place.

So... with a deep breath...

“Please, Sir Kibble. Could you... message this Draco-Slayer?”

“I'll do my best, Lady Velyth. As for you, rest up and gain your strength. I smell a storm coming.”

…

Weeks. It had been several weeks since her conversation with Sir Kibble. Just as he said, he sent a message out by the morning to call upon Alfred Shepard. What happened next was to wait. Hopefully, the letter would find the so-called 'Draco-Slayer', and he'd heed their call. In the meantime, life in San Polar returned to normal. There were no sightings of Sylrith, though the air would occasionally become unnaturally warm. When scouting partings were sent out into the forest however, they saw no sight nor scale of the ash-white dragoness. But everyone knew it was only a matter of time before she returned to harass their village.

So as the days went on, the hopes that this Draco-Slayer could save them grew in strength. At first they were whispers, even dismissive snarls. No one really believed that this Alfred person could defeat Sylrith. Sure, he may have slayed other dragons and wyverns, but from how the stories go, they were almost always feral beasts. Sylrith may have been wild and violent, but she was not feral. How could anyone match her in terms of strength aside from Velyth? And they highly doubted he could converse with Sylrith, even with wyrm-speak.

But as the days went on, the anticipation for this hero began to steadily grow. More and more of San Polar had been swept up in the idea of this mysterious man possibly slaying Sylrith. They even began passing around tales themselves, claiming they heard it in the next town over, or the next village, or on a random trail. Most of these tails were just fabricated horseradish, but the people of San Polar believed them nonetheless.

And so, more and more and more days had passed, all while the village remained under Velyth's ever watchful eye. The dragoness would make her rounds through the town, with many stopping to pay her respects, typically by bowing their head in reverence, no matter how many times she told them to not do that. On occasion however, she'd sit with the village's children, watching them play and listening to the fantastical stories they told.

It wasn't uncommon for two kids to replay her altercations against Sylrith. 'Good Dragon, Bad Dragon', they called it. They'd clash, throwing out invisible fireballs and light spells at one another, while the other kids watched like they were putting on a show. Velyth too would watch, smiling and happy to know that despite the danger and impoverished nature of their lives, the children of the village were still just that; happy children playing when they didn't have to worry about studies.

But as their game went on, another boy rose up. He had what looked to be his mother's quilt tied around his neck, and he outstretched his hand with which he held a long stick, and he exclaimed,

“Halt, Bad Dragon! I am the Draco-Slayer!”

The audience of children all gasped in awe when this third boy – the so-called 'Draco-Slayer' – revealed himself. Velyth however grew wide eyed and pale faced. The Draco-Slayer had interrupted this game of Good Dragon, Bad Dragon, and he had focused his attention on said Bad Dragon. And with that stick in hand, he began chasing the Bad Dragon around, all while exclaiming--

“I'm going to slay you!”

And all the children laughed.

But Velyth wasn't.

The lilac dragoness sat there on her bench, watching the children play this game, all while that word 'slay' replayed in her head ad nauseum. It caused her to draw her tail over, where she began clutching and gripping it tight within her slender claws.

All throughout the week, she had felt a series of conflicting emotions towards the ever approaching Draco-Slayer. A part of her was afraid that she had made a poor decision before, and that this Alfred man really would kill Sylrith. She had even thought about somehow rescinding the letter, though she knew that was impossible now.

Another part tried to support her decision. So what if Alfred the Draco-Slayer killed Sylrith? Quite honestly, Sylrith deserved it. How many people has she killed? How many lives have she ruined? How many people has she left scared with her incredible flames? If she died by his hands, then it was her own doing. And if not his hands, then one day, someone was going to behead her; of that, Velyth was sure.

But whenever those thoughts came to mind, they almost always left the lilac dragoness feeling sick to her stomach. Shame swelled within her chest and gut and she looked away, unable to watch the children play their game. But as she stood up to her feet and began to walk away...

Gunk! Gunk! Gunk!

The sound of the village gates echoed through the air.

Turning to face San Polar's barrier, the violet dragoness began walking forward. The gates were only open when travelers were passing through. And while she was normally away at her shrine, whenever she did hear the gates open, Velyth would move out to greet these new arrivals. It was a small kindness, especially when said arrivals could be merchants wishing to sell their wares.

But this time, there was something different. This time as she approached the village gates, she felt a presence. It pulsed as she drew closer and closer, causing her to place her hand upon her chest in a defense. Through the gatehouse, she watched as a reptoid-drawn caravan appeared. What's a reptoid? Well, they are reptilian creatures that are as large as a horse and run on all fours. Their scales come in a variety of colors as well, though this one before her was a bright red color.

Reptoids were practically alien creatures in this area of the world. Even to the more well-traveled members of San Polar, they could probably count on one hand the number of times they've seen a reptoid. They were normally native to more desert locations, but they could survive in a variety of climates. So for someone to own a reptoid, they must be distant travelers.

The carriage itself was big and bulky; a large structure that was almost like a small house. Yet the reptoid showed no issue with drawing it into the town, where it eventually came to a halt. Drawing her eyes back towards the carriage, Velyth saw that it was made of a lightweight yet still sturdy wood, and had an architecture and style that was alien to her. Eastern inspired, it reminded her of the houses of the island nation of Solaria, but with a purple and white color to it as opposed to being red and gold.

As Velyth approached the caravan, a small crowd of people began doing likewise. Guards stood at the ready, while the lilac dragoness approached the door to the back of the carriage. Again, she could feel a pulse – a power – a thrum from within the caravan. It made her heart race.

It was him. There were no doubts in Velyth's mind that within these walls laid the rumored Draco-Slayer. And when she hovered her hand near the back door of the caravan...

Twist...

The knob turned on its own. And the door opened up. Velyth pulled back, expecting to see a valiant young man. Instead she saw...

A woman?

She was a bewitching beauty. Voluptuous and mature, her body was curved in all the right places. From her rounded hips and rotund backside, to her narrow waist, and of course, her pronounced and buxom chest, there was not one area of her body that was lacking. Her skin too was flawless and fair, pristine and perfect, lacking any scar, any blemishes, any anything that could be seen as unsightly.

A tall woman as well, she loomed over most men, though not Velyth herself. And yet, her staggering appearance would no doubt turn the heads of others, making her impossible to gaze away from. Even the lilac dragoness felt intimidated by this human woman's beauty.

Wait... was she a human? Her ears were long and pointed, not unlike an elf's. But... she wasn't an elf. Velyth just knew that whatever this woman was, she wasn't an elf, nor was she a human. She was something else.

From this woman's head flowed blazing crimson hair that had captured the sheer radiance of fire within its follicles. Tied into a braid, it curved over her shoulder and fell along her chest, while the bangs in the middle were parted to crest over her ears... and reveal her face.

Her slender, mature, sharp, face.

Her pointed nose. Her thin eyelashes. Her red lipstick-stained lips. And her eyes. Her sharp, piercing, yellow, eyes. Eyes that could penetrate a person, if not outright perforate them. Eyes that only confirmed Velyth's suspicions.

This woman was the pinnacle of human beauty... but it was all a farce. She was not a human, nor an elf, nor anything that could be considered close to those species. No, this woman was a dragon in disguise; Velyth was sure of it!

She was a woman who was beautiful... and she knew it. Her body was clad in red robes that were tied tight to her body, flaunting her curvaceous physique. Golden jewelry adorned her hands and wrists, matching with the opulent, golden choker around her neck, one with a blue diamond tying it all together. She even sported gold and blue diamond earrings!

From the entrance of this caravan, a small staircase extended out, allowing this redheaded 'woman' to walk down it. Standing before her with her hands clasped together, Velyth looked the 'woman' up and down with a gaze of confusion, her head tilted to the side.

“Are you... Alfred...?” she asked, causing the 'woman' to scoff.

“Hmph! Me? Do I look like an 'Alfred'?” answered the woman, her tone regal and condescending.

But before Velyth could respond, another voice echoed from within the carriage.

“Marzia...” an exasperated groan slipped from the caravan, “You don't have to be so... nnggh...! combative!”

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Those sounds... the sounds of pointed shoes against a wooden floor... they echoed into Velyth's ears, sounding so strong... so weighty. These footsteps. Yes. These footsteps. They belonged to him. They belonged to a man who danced with dragons... and lived to tell the tale.

Over and over and over again.

This was him. This was Alfred Shepard, the Draco-Slayer!

And he was short!

Emerging from within the caravan was a young man. Almost too young. From first glance, you may even confuse him for a teenager. He certainly didn't have the masculine visage of swashbuckling adventurer who defeated dragons, what with his smooth cheeks, his soft-brown eyes, and the rather cute and charming smile on his lips. His hair was smooth to the touch and a light-brown color, and it fell to his chin. Oh, yeah, and he also had one wicked cowlick that extended from the top of his head!

His body was fit and spry, though you wouldn't be able to tell well due to his clothing. He was wearing something astute and formal; these majestic robes with a cape that fell down to his feet, and a high collar that raised up to his cheeks. His attire was a darker color, but that only added to his mysticism, as he owned this appearance similar to a court mage or wizard. A far cry from the sword-wielding hero Velyth – and the people of San Polar – imagined him to be.

He was even wearing glasses!

But there were no doubts in Velyth's mind that this young man was him. He may not have looked like a dragon slaying warrior, but he had the soul of one. It permeated within the very depths of his being; this aura, this power that made the lilac dragoness weak in her knees.

And when the young man looked up at her, his soft-brown eyes aglow as his head tipped back to view the sheer glory of the voluptuous dragoness before him, Velyth nearly collapsed on the spot.

“Nice to meet you.” said the bespectacled young man, his voice confident, “I am Alfred Shepard. And you are Lady Velyth, I presume.”

“Mr... Shepard...?” she whispered back, her twitching hand extending to meet his, “Our message... it found you?”

“It found a guy, who found a guy, who found a guy, who found me,” he answered as he gave her a firm handshake, “And my partner Mazia and I headed over here right away. Oh...” he gestured to the redheaded woman beside him, who stood with her arms crossed and glared at Velyth with her piercing yellow eyes, “This is Marzia. She is my partner.”

“Marzia...?” repeated Velyth as she faced the redhead woman, “Ah... it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marzia.”

“Charmed...” the redhead – Marzia – replied with a lax wave of her fingers.

“Are you... truly the Draco-Slayer?” asked Velyth as she faced Alfred, “The one rumored to have an uncanny ability to remove draconic threats?”

“Well... uncanny is definitely the word for it...” Alfred replied, this embarrassed blush adorning his cheeks.

“Lady Velyth,” a voice rang from behind, causing her to turn. It was Sir Kibble, having arrived with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed, “I'm sure the Draco-Slayer and his partner have traveled long and far to come to San Polar. Instead of having a conversation here outside of his carriage, would it not be better to retreat to a more personal and comfortable location?”

“Ah... y-yes,” said Velyth, this sheepish smile adorning her lips before she turned to face Alfred once more, “Mr. Shepard, if your feet are weary, would you like to come with me to my shrine?”

Alfred smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I would love to.”

…

Swish. Sway. Swish. Sway.

“Ooh... the wind is... singing today.”

A shrine is a place of worship, is it not? It is a place where the people go to pay tribute to their gods and spirits in hopes of blessings of some sort, be it something more specific like a wish, or something more abstract like good luck. But despite calling it her shrine, Velyth never saw her shrine as a place of worship. The people of San Polar thought of her as their protective goddess; a deity whose holy magics kept them shielded from outside threats. And while she appreciated their love and respect for her, she never saw herself as a goddess. In Velyth's eyes, she was nothing more than a dragoness working hard to protect those who rely on her.

And despite being a dragoness, she has invited a young man known for slaying them into her domain.

Alfred Shepard... he was nothing like how she imagined him to be. Within San Polar's borders, there was a charming young man with circular-rimmed glasses, soft-brown eyes, and a cowlick sticking out the center of his head like a curled antennae. And when Velyth closed her eyes and thought about him, she felt her heart race.

So here she sat, on her knees before her pond of water, her face one of thought as she tried to decipher this regarded Draco-Slayer. While he did not look like the type of man who slays dragons, Velyth's magical instincts told her that Alfred was dangerous. But he wasn't dangerous in the typical sense. He did not make her blood turn cold. She did not fear him, nor did she feel the need to run away. Quite the opposite.

Alfred made her blood turn hot. She felt assured by his presence, and she wanted to go to him.

But why is that? She had never felt this way around another person, and certainly not a human. And also... what of that woman at his side? His so-called partner, Marzia. The redhead owned the image of a woman with pointed ears, but Velyth knew she wasn't one. To the naked eye she looked of flesh and blood like a human or elf, but the dragoness knew that Marzia was a dragon in disguise.

A young man known for slaying dragons. His blood makes Velyth's blood turn hot. And he travels with a dragoness in disguise. Just who is Alfred Shepard, and what arcane powers does he own? Thankfully, she would not have to wait long to get an answer, for her ears began to twist as she heard footsteps echo from behind.

“Lady Velyth?” called a voice from behind. It was his voice. And that voice nearly made her melt.

“Mr. Alfred,” said the lilac dragoness as she looked over her shoulder towards the approaching young man, “I... fuaah... I hope you find San Polar to your liking. I... I know it is not the most affluent of regions you have visited, but the people who live here as well as I, love it to no end.”

“I find San Polar to be incredibly beautiful,” Alfred answered as he walked to Velyth's side, his voice lacking any condescending tone or facade, “The people here are incredibly nice as well. You all are treating Marzia and I with such kindness. I will appreciate it for as long as I am here.”

A soft laugh escaped Velyth, her voice airy and symphonic. When she looked over towards Alfred and saw the kind smile on her lips, she felt her heart pulse, sending out another wave of heat that was different from her dragon fire. Raising her tail, the violet dragoness tapped the area next to her, offering the Draco-Slayer a seat next to her. He thanked her silently, and – mirroring what she did – sat down on his knees before the clear body of water before them.

“I apologize,” whispered Velyth, “Our issue with Sylrith should be our issue. And yet here we are, dragging you into our endless battle. It feels disrespectful.”

“Don't say that,” said Alfred with a shake of his head, “You needed help, and you called out for help. There is nothing to be ashamed of for that. And it was my choice to come here and aid you. I do not feel disrespected at all. Even Marzia appears to enjoy herself.”

“Marzia...” Velyth repeated, “That woman who you travel with... you described her as your partner, correct? Hm... if you do not mind me asking, and please, disregard me if you do not wish to share, but... may I ask a question of your partner?”

“Hm? Of course. You're free to.”

“If it is not too personal, then...” the lilac dragoness tilted her head, “Is Marzia... a dragon?”

“Hmm... the letter sent by Sir Kibble was not lying; you have a strong aptitude for magic, Lady Velyth,” Alfred replied before nodding, “So long as you can keep a secret, then...” he nodded, “Yes, Marzia is a dragon. She retains her human form for the most part, but she can freely switch between the two. Oh!” he smiled at her, “But please don't tell anyone! She wants to keep the truth of her being a secret.”

“I... see... and you two... travel with one another?” asked Velyth as she stroked her fingers through her cerulean hair, “You live in that caravan? It looks... cramped.”

“Well... we make a lot of space,” Alfred replied with a coquettish chuckle, “But... I don't believe you called me here to San Polar just to discuss my personal life, so...” scooting over a little closer, the young wizard gazed at the dragoness in her azure eyes, “May I have more information about the problem plaguing your community? This other dragoness... Sylrith is her name, right?”

“Syrlith...”

Hearing the name of the ash-white dragoness caused Velyth's breath to briefly hitch. Here she was, having a conversation with a man who may very well slay the dangerous criminal... and all she could feel was an incredible heat. Velyth didn't know if she should feel excitement, shame, or some weird combination of the two! Instead, she took a deep breath to try and settle her nerves, before extending her hand and hovering it above the pool of water before her.

A bright light appeared within her azure eyes, giving them a glow that could shine bright even in complete darkness. Growing quiet, Alfred stared at the glow Velyth's eyes, before following his gaze along her arm, and staring at the clear pool of water before them. Under the lilac dragon's magical influence, the surface of the water began to shake and distort... and then rise.

Eyes wide and mouth closed shut, Alfred watched as Velyth began manipulating the body of water. What was once a clear and flat surface began to twist and turn like clay being molded. And this body of water would take the form of a tall, curvy, voluptuous dragoness, one with wide hips, strong thighs, a narrow waist, musculature upon her form, and obscenely large and busty breasts. Wild hair flowed from her head, wicked horns stretched back from her skull, her tail was long and weighty, and – above all – she wore this wicked grin on her lips.

As Velyth maintained this recreation of the ash-white dragoness, a forlorn expression adorned her face. She once more feared that the young man at her side would kill her fellow dragon, and while she would still lobby for a more peaceful solution, she knew that there was no going back now. If Alfred chose to kill Sylrith, then there was little she could do to stop him.

But when Velyth looked over to read the Draco-Slayer's face, she saw not anger, nor hate, not even light fear or excitement. She saw...

Wonder.

“Wow...” Alfred whispered as he stretched his hands out for Sylrith's watery recreation, “This is her? This is the dragon you're having trouble with?”

“Y-yes,” Velyth answered, “Her name is Sylrith, the Scorchclaw. She gained that name for her love of fire magic, of which she is a master of. She has assaulted San Polar several times in the past, and each time I have fended her off. But our battles always end in a stalemate, with neither of us capable of overcoming the other. We only... delay our battle until the next time we clash.”

“I see... and that's why I am here,” said Alfred, “You want me to help you defeat Sylrith once and for all...” he closed his eyes and nodded, “Hm... I see. It has been a long time since I've clashed with a dragon that wasn't a feral beast. But if she chooses to use her abilities to harm others, I have no choice but to treat her like the others.”

His words caused Velyth to tremble. When she looked upon his face, she could see that he was not lying. There was this firmness to his body; the way he curled his hand into a fist, the glow in his soft-brown eyes, and the determination on his face, all told Velyth one thing. He was going to bring Sylrith's terror to an end. Permanently.

And it made her quake.

“Mr. Alfred,” she whispered, causing him to gaze back over towards her.

“Yes, Lady Velyth?”

“I...”

The air suddenly grew quiet between them. If there was ever a moment to beg for Sylrith's life, it was now.

“If I may make a request...” whispered the lilac dragoness, “And... I know this may sound confusing and maddening, but I need to say it. Could you... could you... ah... could you find it in your heart to spare Sylrith? I know she's done many horrible, terrible, and unforgivable things, but...” she shook her head, “Please... do what I could not. Defeat Sylrith and make her see the error of her ways, but do so without further bloodshed. Please, I beg of you, do not take her life.”

Her eyes were filled with pleading... while Alfred looked at her with light confusion. Kneeling down at Velyth's side, he offered the dragoness her hand, where she grabbed upon him. Gently, her thumb stroked along the back of his hand and his fingers, feeling the power that pulsed within him. While he may be a wizard – a class not known for physical combat – there was still a firm strength within his body that wasn't just the mystical power within him.

“Did you... think I was going to kill her?” asked Alfred, to which Velyth tilted her head. Now it was her turn to be confused.

“O-of course. Why wouldn't I?” she asked, “You are the Draco-Slayer, are you not?”

“Hm...”

For a brief moment, Alfred took a thinker's pose... before reopening his eyes. With an affirmative nod, a warm and beaming smile appeared on the young wizard's bespectacled face, causing Velyth's heart to skip a beat. The air of divinity and majesty she projected was shattered in that moment, as her mouth hung open lightly, and she gave him an expression similar to some doe-eyed child.

“Don't worry, Lady Velyth,” he said, “I will defeat Sylrith, but I will not take her life.”

“Oh... M-Mr. Alfred...” Velyth replied, a noticeable tremble pulsing through her body, “I... I thank you for... for your... for your kindness...”

Oh gods above; she was acting like some sort of bashful schoolgirl! Alfred looked to be her junior by at least ten years, and yet she was acting flustered and shy around him. Why is that? Why couldn't she stop herself? What's with this incredible heat that pulsed through her body? And why did it seem to ring in time with the otherworldly pulse beneath his flesh? Did it have something to do with his status as the Draco-Slayer?

“Hm... aaah... eaaaaaaaaaaah,” Alfred yawned, even fanning his mouth.

“Are you tired?” asked Velyth as she stood beside him.

“Hnngh... guess I traveled far longer than I intended...” he replied haplessly, before shaking his head, “Marzia warned me against expelling too much energy the night before. Heh heh...”

“Then please, kind sir, get all the rest that you need,” said Velyth as she gave him a warm smile, “I will come for you in the morning, and we will go out to find Sylrith together.”

“Heh heh... thanks, Velyth.”

…

Morning came far too soon for Velyth's liking.

She didn't sleep much last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see Sylrith's crimson eyes glaring back at her, causing her to snap back up. Her heart was a torrent of grief and shame; like she was mourning a death caused by her hand. A death that hadn't happened yet. A death that wasn't promised.

A death she feared was inevitable.

Rising through the forest, the morning's gilded rays illuminated ash-covered fields and dying trees. A cool wind blew through the land as well, being as far from the word 'gentle' as could be. It was chilly, cruel, malicious, and carried with it this feeling that one's flesh was constantly being nipped at. Even Velyth – with her mighty scales – couldn't help but clutch herself close like she was standing in the middle of a tundra.

She stood outside of San Polar's derelict walls, gazing out towards the misty distance. But for a change, she was not alone. But instead of standing next to a town guard, like Sir Kibble, or Sir Nell, she shared the space with...

“Huh... yup... this place has been ravaged by a dragon.”

Him...

Alfred stepped forward, wearing those wizard clothes he sported yesterday. However, there were now various straps on his body, containing things such as a knife, various bottles and vials, pouches containing who knows what within, and – most telling of all – a holster. But instead of containing a pistol, or another knife, this holster contained a book.

It was a blue book, one with golden borders on its edges, and golden pages within. And on the surface of the book written in ancient Tylis was the word...

WYRMWOOD

Wyrmwood? What is that? Velyth had never heard of a spellbook named 'Wyrmwood' before. What spells could possibly exist within its ancient text?

“So Sylrith lives in these lands?” asked Alfred as he faced Velyth, who nodded whilst prodding her fingers together.

“Yes,” she answered, “Though I know not where. We have discovered several areas she's used as a hideout before, but we have yet to find her lair in earnest. It must be out here somewhere nearby... but we aren't sure.”

“Hm... is there a way we'll know when we're close by?”

“Well... Sylrith is very hot,” Velyth answered, “So hot that the temperature increases greatly whenever we are near her presence.”

“Hm... yeah. That's normal. Though only with feral dragons of a great size...” he shook his head, “Sylrith must truly be something special for her to cause this much stress. Okay then!”

With a brave pout, Alfred puffed up his chest and gave an affirmative nod. He then turned, facing the entrance to the gatehouse behind him. Standing there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed was Marzia.

“Marzia... you'll keep San Polar protected, right?” asked Alfred, to which the redheaded woman(/dragon) rolled her eyes.

“No harm shall befall San Polar, darling,” replied Marzia... before sweeping her gaze over towards Velyth in an accusatory manner, “And you. You had better make sure Alfred returns to me safe and sound, dragoness. If even a single blade of hair on his head is singed, you will not need to fear Sylrith, for I shall raze San Polar myself.”

“Wh-what...?”

“She's joking! She's joking! Hah hah!” Alfred said sheepishly, before gesturing towards the path before them, “Let's head forward, Lady Velyth. Sylrith will not defeat herself.”

“Y-yes... I'm right behind you, Mr. Alfred.”

With a flourish of his cape, Alfred began marching forward, traveling into the decaying forest. And after a few moments where her eyes were locked on his backside, Velyth followed suit.

Together, the two entered into the forest of ash and death, looking one way and then the other. They walked side by side, with Velyth leading them towards one of Syrith's abandoned outposts. But as they walked, she could not stop her eyes from wandering. They traveled over towards Alfred, looking him up and down. Despite having spent a day in San Polar, she still knew little about him, outside of the fact that he was a traveler and a supposed dragon slayer. Soooo...

“Mr. Alfred...?” she said, making him look up and over.

“Hm? Yes, Lady Velyth?”

“I was just... thinking...” said the voluptuous dragoness as she tapped the side of her head... while taking a step that brought her slightly closer to him, “How is it that you became known as the Draco-Slayer? From what I have heard, tales of your exploits travel far, even to a place as remote as San Polar. Even Miss Marzia... to travel with a dragon of her caliber who can mask her appearance... fu... it makes me curious about your life.”

“Ah... well...” Alfred said, a surprisingly intense blush adorning his cheeks, “I'm... ah... just a wizard, th-that's all. And... an incredibly skilled one in magic. I don't feel as if I am doing anything too impressive.”

“Are you... attempting to be humble?” asked Velyth as she raised her eyebrow, “I doubt that tales of your exploits would not be so beguiling, if you were merely a skilled wizard. And of all the skilled wizards I know, none have successfully slayed dragons... let alone tamed one.”

“I!? T-Tamed!? I...!? Augh...”

Alfred's blush grew brighter and he palmed his forehead. Embarrassed, he groaned into the palm of his hand... before sheepishly looking up towards Velyth. In that moment, she wondered how this young man could be so skilled that people called him the Draco-Slayer. In moments like this, he looked like some bashful scholar; not a well-traveled adventurer and hero.

“A dragon as pure and as noble as you... you wouldn't like me so much if you knew the truth behind my uncanny abilities with dragons.”

His words confused Velyth. She even shook her head in disbelief. But before she could question his statement, that strange force that pulsed from within him, echoed out once more. And the lilac dragon felt an incredible warmth that made her knees shake. She opened her mouth to question him about this, but Alfred suddenly leaned up, and looked towards the distance.

“This way...” he whispered, “She's this way...”

“Wh-what? But... we haven't arrived at her outpost.”

“There's no need,” said Alfred as he began walking off the dirt road, “I can feel her presence this way. Follow me.”

Confused, Velyth stood there, wondering if he could – somehow – sense dragons. But as he started moving further and further away, the lilac dragoness quickly tensed up and began following behind him, stepping off the dirt road and entering into the forest of ash proper.

Somewhere, deep inside, Sylrith's power pulsed.

…

Velyth's shrine was not the only house of worship to dot these lands. Years ago – generations, maybe even centuries – there were more churches and temples erected in service of some long since forgotten god. Now all that was left of them were collapsing stone pillars, crumbling stone walls, and shattered stained glass windows.

But some temples – few though there were – remained in a somewhat livable state. They had roofs, even if there were a few holes in them. They had walls, even if said walls had vines growing through them, and their windows were broken. They had pillars, some that were cracked and split, yet still kept the building from collapsing in on itself. Some of them even had busts... even though said busts had crumbled to the point that no one knew what god they were reflections of.

And at the back of the temple – behind the crumbling pillars, the collapsing walls, and the shattered busts – there laid a vault of treasure. Hundreds of pounds of gold, diamonds, and other trinkets of jewelry littered the floor in massive mounds that could swallow a toddler whole. Occasionally, all the gold would be broken up by pieces of furniture, such as a desk, or a table, or a chair, and – above all – a royal, opulent, majestic bed. And in the center of it all, embedded in the ground was a small pool filled with water.

In the past, this pool was used for baptisms. Now, the pool was used for--

SPLASSSHH!

“Aaahhh~”

Steam. It flowed upwards, and filled the air with a thick mist that was almost impossible to penetrate. And in the middle of all this steam and mist, sitting in the small tub in the center of this vault, was a dragoness with wild black hair and ash-white scales.

Sylrith laid in this tub, a victorious smile on her face as she sank down to her chest. Water rose higher and higher as she rested her arms upon the tub's edge, relaxing in the pleasure of her tub. Crimson eyes open, she gazed upon her ill-gotten treasures, feeling pride swell within her chest. All of this gold and diamonds were a dragon's best friend. Especially the emeralds. Sylrith loved emeralds.

It is in a dragon's DNA to long for shiny things. They were like felines with scales... though anyone psychotic enough to call a dragon a feline would probably not be alive for much longer. Ah... if only her sister could understand the joys of treasure and wealth.

No matter. More treasure for her. Besides, Sylrith had long since given up on having her sibling's fellowship. Now she will relax here, and enjoy the fruits of her labor. There was just a light issue...

“Ngh...?”

Sylrith felt a tremble. Something was outside the crumbling walls of her derelict shrine. The Scorchclaw's face twitched, growing tighter as confusion pulsed through her. What was this she was feeling? A power? Yes, a power! A great power! One that made her heart race!

But her heart only raced when she was facing Velyth, and this was certainly not Velyth.

Annoyed and bewildered (though she didn't show it), Sylrith snapped up from her bath. Water cascaded down her voluptuous and muscular body, before her crimson eyes glowed and she summoned a pillar of fire which swirled around her. The fire did not last for long before fading away, being replaced with that spiked, obsidian bikini armor she was known – and feared – for.

The heat in the area began to rise up as Sylrith let her body temperature rise. Hotter and hotter, the air began quivering like an optical illusion while she steadied her rage just shy of causing the building around her to burst into flames. Whoever it was that thought they could step upon her temple were in for a rude awakening... and a quick death.

…

“She's here... I can feel her...”

Velyth pulled back. Before her was the crumbling exterior of a once glorious temple, one made of worn stone and dusty clay, with vines growing through its steps and pillars. The lilac dragoness gazed at it all, astonished to know that such a temple existed among these dead trees and pounds of ash. Yet Alfred walked forward as if he owned the place.

“Here?” said Velyth, “Sylrith's lair is... here?” palming her head, she shook it, “I never knew... that she'd stay in a place like this. I can't believe how naive I have been...”

“Don't be so hard on yourself,” said Alfred reassuringly, “Locating dragon lairs can be difficult. Everyone thinks it's some cave or volcano, but dragons rarely hold themselves up in locations like that. They prefer places like this; abandoned sanctuaries, or castles, or military outposts. Even feral dragons long for more structure and stability.”

“You have experience with locating these places…?”

“When you've dealt with as many dragons as I have, you start to recognize patterns.”

He chuckled in Velyth's direction, smiled too. And that charming smile caused a bashful smile and blush to adorn the violet dragon's face. Prodding her fingers together, she averted her gaze, while her tail began to curl erratically, and her heart began pounding into her chest. He wasn't flirting with her, but couldn't stop her heart from racing, and her body from feeling so warm.

Fortunately – or, rather, unfortunately – the air around them began to feel much hotter.

Velyth and Alfred gazed towards the entrance to the temple as the temperature in the area jumped up by several tens of degrees. Focusing his gaze, the Draco-Slayer took a more battle-ready pose, while Velyth rushed to stand in front of him. Her arms at her sides, her magic took the form of a sapphire glow that formed around her hands. Azure eyes glowing as well, her cerulean hair began to float upwards, while her protective magics grew stronger and stronger. And within the temple, her ears began to shake.

Tap..!. Tap...! Tap...!

“Grrrr... Sylrith...” Velyth growled beneath her breath.

“So, you've finally found my lair, Velyth!” the Scorchclaw growled back, her voice echoing through the forest.

She emerged from within the temple, her red eyes aglow, and this light layer of fire dancing off of her body like an aura. Standing at the entrance of the derelict shrine, the ash-white dragoness growled while standing tall like some goddess of war. Velyth growled back, her magical barrier increasing in strength before looking over her shoulder.

“Stay behind me, Mr. Alfred. I'll keep you safe.”

“Velyth...”

“What the hell?” Sylrith growled, “Is that a fucking human!? You brought a human here to my temple!? Grrrr! Your love for those infantile creatures knows no end, Velyth! And now that one of them has found my lair... ugh! I have to fucking relocate! Do you know how long that will take!?”

“You are going nowhere, Sylrith,” Velyth snarled back, “For too long you have assailed San Polar and the lands surrounding it. Too many people you have attacked, and your ruthless heat has caused pain to innumerable numbers! No more! You must be curtailed. So...” she took a deep breath, “I have with me a young man named Alfred Shepard. He is known as the Draco-Slayer.”

“The... Draco-Slayer...?” Sylrith repeated, “What name is that...”

“It's my name,” said Alfred as he walked in front of Velyth, taking her aback, “I am Alfred Shepard, the Draco-Slayer. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Sylrith.”

Sylrith pulled back, confused. This young man – this admittedly cute young man – was someone called the Draco-Slayer? Had she slipped off a few coins and knocked her head against the floor, and this was a hallucination?

No. This young man – this brave, cute, mystical young man – was real, and he was approaching her. And from his body, she could feel this otherworldly presence that pulsed through the land like the waves of an ocean. Sylrith tilted her head at Alfred, for she had never felt something like this before. While she doubted he was the killer of any dragon, she knew it would be unwise to underestimate him.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Sylrith growled as her claws clutched at the air, “If you beg for forgiveness, I'll only lightly burn you.”

“Sylrith the Scorchclaw...” Alfred replied, his tone calm and even gentle, “I give you one chance...” around his wrists, golden-blue rings of magical energy appeared, swirling and sparkling, “Abandon your criminal ways and atone for the crimes you have committed. There is no need for further violence.”

“I feel nothing but 'further violence' towards you!” Sylrith snarled as she raised her hand, “Any attempts to beg for your life are over! I will reduce you to--”

“Serpentium Vena!”

Alfred's shout pierced the air, and both Sylrith and Velyth tensed up. Those words; to the average person, it sounded like nonsense. But to them, it was like listening to a sound they hadn't heard in generations. It did not just speak to their brains, but it spoke to their blood.

Wyrm-speak: the ancient language of dragons. While it wasn't a dead language, it was only known by dragons who were nearly a thousand years old, if they weren't older than that. The current generation – of whom Sylrith and Velyth were a part of – very rarely heard wyrm-speak... if ever.

But when Alfred said those two words, they understood him as clear as day.

“What is the meaning of this,” the ash-white dragoness growled as she looked at her palm, “How... nggh! How dare you!?”

“This is your last chance, Sylrith,” Alfred answered, “Give. Up. Or I will be forced to use Wyrmwood upon you.”

“Like I'd give a fuck about anything like that!” Syrlith shouted, “Begone, you puny human! HAH!”

In a blur of ash and scales, the ash-white dragoness dove in with her arms outstretched. Velyth rushed forward to hopefully wedge herself between the two, but it was too late. Sylrith touched Alfred, her hand falling on his shoulder, ready to rend him apart. But...

“AAHH!?”

Sylrith's spine arched, her head tipped to the skies, and her great breasts 'CLAPPED!' against one another. She was clutching his shoulder, but it felt like a bolt of lightning suddenly struck her square on the head! But the bolt did not bring pain, it brought incredible, overwhelming, overflowing, pleasure! And that pleasure coursed through her body, traveling from the palm of her hand straight to her brain, and from her brain all the way down to her pussy.

In an instant, her dry cunt was turned into a raging waterfall!

“Wh-what is the meaning of this...?” Slyrith growled as she stepped back, “Aah~! Nhaaaah~! M-my body...! Nngghgh!?” looking forward, she glared at Alfred, who remained as focused as he glared back, “Wh-what is going on here?”

“I gave you the chance to surrender, but you didn't take it,” Alfred replied as he pointed his open palm towards her, the golden-blue rings around his wrists shining even brighter than before, “Now you too will understand the raw power of Wyrmwood! Draconian Libidine!”

At the sound of his spell, the golden-blue rings around Alfred's wrists began to ebb and pulsate, before turning a slight pink color. This pink color grew brighter and brighter, before firing a blast that flew towards Sylrith. It struck her with a 'SPLANK!' before dispersing throughout her body with a low, rumbling 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzeeee...'. And as that magic sank into her scales, Sylrith felt hot.

But this was different from her usual heat. Even among dragons, Sylrith's fire was abnormally strong, capable of melting objects and setting fire to the air if she wished for it. But the heat traveling through her body was not the heat of fire. This was the heat of lust.

All at once, every one of Sylrith's erogenous zones were activated. Her nipples became stiff and erect, rubbing against the leather of bikini top at a rate that felt sooooo good. It was like she could feel every individual fiber of her clothing as it pleasured her sensitive nipples. But what of her pussy? Not only was it hot, but now it was overflowing to the point that her clear juices began to slip from her bikini bottoms, and travel down her toned and thicc thigh. Spit and saliva began oozing from her mouth as well, while a subtle pink glow emerged within her eyes. Even her anus began to pucker and clinch, as if grasping for something that wasn't there.

“N-noooo~~~” Sylrith moaned as her hands instinctively clutched at herself, “S-stop it! Y-you human... ngghh~ you human rat~!”

“That's rude...” Alfred murmured, “I have friends who are rats.” once more, he extended his palm towards her, “We're going to keep going until you understand how your wrongdoings have affected others. Now the same powerless you've forced upon others, you will experience! Draconian Conpendibus!”

“Huh?”

Eyes wide, Sylrith watched as more golden-blue rings appeared around Alfred's wrists. But this time, he sent the wrings flying forward, where they wrapped around the ash-white dragoness' wrists and ankles. She felt nothing physically, but magically, these rings were bonds. She even raised her hands in disbelief, checking the golden-blue rings, while Alfred raised his finger into the air.

He began to hook his fingers, causing the Sylrith's hands and feet to tighten up... before they began moving on their own. Eyes wide, the Scorchclaw gawked in disbelief as she suddenly turned around and was forced to face the entrance of her own temple. And then – even more than before – she was forced to walk forward, entering into the temple with Alfred following behind.

“Wh-what is the–!?” Sylrith shouted, struggling in vain to break free of her magical shackles, “Nggh! What is the meaning of this!? S-stoooooop~~~! I can't! My body!? It's not listening to me!”

Together, the Draco-Slayer and the Scorchclaw vanished from view within the temple... with Velyth standing there. Eyes wide and mouth agape, she gazed at the entrance to the derelict shrine in utter disbelief of what she just witnessed. In a matter of moments, Alfred had done what she thought was impossible; bound Sylrith to magical shackles! All of her doubts about him being a dragon killer were instantly washed from her mind in that moment, as she stood there, immobile.

But there was more to it than just that...

The lilac dragoness felt her body grow hot and sweaty. While she stood out there alone, she dragged her hands along her hips and sides, embracing herself. Gently, Velyth rocked her hips from side to side, unable to stop herself from growing aroused. She then pulled her palm back, seeing how much sweat oozed down her fingers.

“Oh gods~” Velyth whispered, before following the two inside.

By the time the violet dragoness entered the temple's main chamber, Alfred and Sylrith had already exited into the room at the far back. So she followed them, slipping through the doorway... where gasped in awe.

Gold. It is truly in a dragon's nature to long after the flashy and lavish things in life. But Velyth had mostly stowed aside those baser instincts. Yes, dragons may love wealth, but they also like meat, and you don't see anthro dragons tearing through wild animals with their teeth and claws, do you? Still... seeing so much wealth in the Scorchclaw's vault activated something inside of Velyth.

And there, in the center of it all was Sylrith. Her arms were bound together and hanging above her head, as if she were shackled to some invisible gallows. Eyes closed and teeth gritted, the ash-white dragoness attempted to put on a brave face, but with those golden-blue rings around her wrists and ankles, there was nothing she could do.

“You putrid human,” she snarled, “When I break free of these chains, I will burn you to ash!”

“Hmm...”

Ignoring Sylrith's snarls, Alfred leaned up. In his hands were golden coins which fell from his fingers like a gilded river. They clinked against the floor while he scanned them all, before turning to face the bound dragoness and approaching her.

“All of this gold. These jewels. So much treasure...” he tilted his head, “How many people have you stolen from throughout the years? And for what? The grave crime of walking through your territory?”

“Do not patronize me, you sanctimonious human!” she growled, “Now release me this instant!” Touch, “Ah~!?”

Alfred's hand... fell upon her hip.

With a gentle stroke, the Draco-Slayer brushed his hand along the curve of her hip, and the dip of her waistline. Sylrith shuddered in place, her eyes wide and mouth agape, gawking at how brazen this human was being with her. But Alfred moved with a practiced ease, as if he had done this dozens, if not hundreds of times before.

His fingers felt the corded texture of her scales. How smooth they were in some areas, while being rough in others. And though his touch should have been nothing to her, Sylrith felt every individual bump and ridge of his fingers. They drraaaaagggeeed along her body, making her head tip up as she groaned out.

“Aauhh~! U-unhand me you...! Filth!”

With a dangerous smile, Alfred slid around towards Sylrith's back, where he pressed his chest against her. Even with the great difference in height, he touched her body with a commanding presence, as now both hands began to drag and slide along her sides. Sylrith straightened up, her head tipping to the ceiling, as a groan of ecstasy was forced from her lips.

“Shttoooooopp ~~~What is the...! Nggh~ M-meaning of thiiiissss~~~?”

“You are a very strong dragon,” said Alfred, “You make others feel weak through your presence alone, but you have never been made to feel weak in your life. I'm going to teach you that feeling. Learn it well.”

“N-no! You...! Little... guh~!”

Alfred grabbed her waist, gripping and squeezing her tight. His hands kneaded her scales, gripping, squeezing, and groping her. Each touch felt like ocean waves striking a beach, and Sylrith was the beach! And she wasn't strong enough to withstand it!

“Grrrrgh! I-I won't fall for this!” the Scorchclaw snarled, “Th-this is nothing t-to me! You pathetic h-humans! Y...! Ngghaaaah~~~! You have no skill in pleasing women~!”

“Maybe not women,” Alfred replied, “But I know a thing or two about pleasing dragons.”

Pulling back his hand, the Draco-Slayer curled his hand. Suddenly, Sylrith collapsed to her knees, falling upon them, though her arms remained hung above her head. Panting for breath, the ash-white dragoness felt Alfred's presence as he loomed above her. Now that she was on her knees, their differences in height weren't as great... but even with him standing completely tall, his head just barely hovered next to hers.

Teeth gritted, Sylrith felt his hands reach under her arms and wrap around towards her chest. He then took those two hands of his, and 'Gripped!' her tits, squeezing his fingers into those obscenely large breasts of hers. A howl of ecstasy left Sylrith's lips as his fingers began kneading her leathery body, gripping, squeezing, groping, and rolling her tits around and around in circles.

“Haah~! Haah~! Aahh~! Fuuuucck ~~! Fuck you, you piece of shiiiiittt~~~! Aauugh~! Unhand meeeee~~~!”

“It feels terrible being unable to defend yourself, doesn't it?” Alfred whispered into her ear, “I know what it means to be weak and powerless.”

Squeeeeezeeee!

“Haaauugghh~~~!”

With a tight clinch of her heavy tits, Alfred lifted them up, pushing her breasts high enough that they pushed against Sylrith's chin. He then moved in, pressing his nose to the nape of her neck. Nostrils flaring, he took a heavy scent of her randy body, smelling the heat, the fire, the sheer lust that pumped through her veins. And with his lips pursed...

Chu~ Chu~ Chu~

“AHHHNN~~~!”

Again and again and again, Alfred kissed Sylrith's neck. And the ash-white dragoness felt every one of them. They were light. They were fluttery. They felt like having a butterfly land on her body. And yet, each kiss made her body shake like an earthquake was ripping through the ground. Sylrith howled and moaned, while Alfred's tongue slithered from his mouth, and began dragging upon her neck.

Ah... she tasted spicy. Like that curry he and Marzia had when they traveled to Kahlil. Mmmmm...

As Alfred pleasured and toyed with Sylrith's body, Velyth stood there; as stiff as a statue. She did not move, she did not blink, her tail remained still, hell, she barely even breathed. All she did was watch. Watch as the Draco-Slayer's talented hands groped the Scorchclaw's body, making her shudder and groan. Even the growls and snarls she gave were drenched in lust and pleasure.

Velyth's lilac cheeks were an intense red color, while her nostrils flared, taking in the arousing scent not only from them, but from herself. For a brief moment, she imagined that Alfred's hands were gripping her great breasts; that it was her being bound by golden-blue chains and forced to be toyed with. The tension she felt from her sordid imagination caused her to bring her tail over, so that she could grip it. And to help release some of this tension, she kneaded and squeezed her tail, trying to relax herself.

It didn't really work...

Pulling away from Sylrith, Alfred gazed upon her back. Even through her wild black hair, he could see the dorsal fins she sported, and how they lined her spine. Bringing over his hand, he gently dragged his fingers down her fins, flicking, plucking, and tugging upon each one until he reached the base of her tail. And each flick, pluck, and tug of his finger, drew a shuddering groan from her lips.

“Stop iiiiiittt~” Sylrith groaned, “Release me, you filthy humaaann~”

“Hmmm...”

Drawing his eyes along Sylrith's back, he brought his gaze towards the back of her bra. How her bikini bra could contain the massive bust of the Scorchclaw, he'd never know. Maybe it was made of a stronger material, or perhaps she used her magic to keep it in place. Who knows, and who cares? Certainly not Alfred.

Ever so slowly, the Draco-Slayer brought his hands up to the hooks and clips that kept her bra in place... and then gave it a swift tug--

Clip!

“Gyaaaaaahh~~~!”

Her moan... so deep!

Sylrith's bra fell from her body, causing her heaving breasts to 'BOUNCE!' to freedom. Two obscenely large tits, covered in ash-white scales, with dusty-gray nipples capping them. Her areola was puffy, her nipples stiff, and when she panted so desperately for breath, those firm tits of hers gave soft jiggles.

Gazing down, Sylrith stared at her own tits, before gritting her teeth and growling violently. How dare he disrobe her like this!? Humans truly had no limits to their hubris! Sylrith even raised her tail and struck it against the ground, causing the entire room to quake as if a tiny tremor had rumbled through the land.

But Alfred was not dissuaded. Circling around Sylrith, he stood before the ash-white dragoness, who glared at him with gritted teeth. But the young wizard was not deterred. Rather, he placed his fingers to his chin in a thoughtful pose, as if he were some connoisseur that was appraising her value. She rose up as best she could, puffing out her chest, and readying herself to snarl at him. But before the words could leave her lips...

Grip!

“Gyaaahnnn~!?”

Alfred placed his hand to the side of her tit, and gave it a tight, taunting, grip. Like before through her bikini top, his fingers saaaannnk into the firm scales of her obscene titty, squeezing and kneading her. Around and around he began groping her chest, causing Sylrith's eyes to close shut as erotic groans escaped her lips.

“Nyooooh ~~! Fuuuuucckk~ You... piece of shit huuumaaaaann~~ ”

Alfred's hand cupped and curled around Sylrith's bosom. He wasn't just some young man getting action; he absolutely knew how to use that hand of his. His fingers dragged slowly from her underboob over to the top, where he scratched and certain areas along her chest. Each area sent a shudder and quake through the dragoness' body, even making her yip at one point! But she tried – oh, gods did she try – to keep up a brave face, glaring at Alfred with her gritted teeth, even as burning hot drool slipped from the gaps of her mouth.

“I'm seriously gonna fuckin' kill you~~~!” Clinch! “Gyaaah~!?”

Alfred's hand traveled over towards the middle of Sylrith's tit, where he squeezed her. Her dusty-gray nipple – so stiff and erect – rubbed against the palm of his head, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her body. Every ridge of his palm brushed back against her sensitive nipple, making the Scorchclaw's mouth split open, and drawing a groan of ecstasy from her mouth.

“I'll fuckin' killlll yoooouuu ~~~Gnnhaaaaahhnn~” Clinch! “Fhyyyuuuuuuhhkk~~!”

Now both hands fell upon Sylrith's chest. Both worked in tandem, gripping, groping, and squeezing her tits, and pleasing her with each touch. It wasn't just because he was groping her, but because he groped her with such expert skill and precision. He always squeezed her just right, he always stroked her just right, he always rubbed her nipples just right. Even when he released her tits, causing them to 'Bounce-Bounce!' he did so perfectly.

“Your breasts... they're so big and so obscene,” said Alfred as he idly groped her tits, squeezing them, lifting them, and letting them drop; again and again and again, “If there's one thing I have learned about dragons, it is that they are such amazing creatures. No human woman – ah, many other beastkin women – could never support such a mighty bust.”

“You filth!” she snarled, “Do not... aaahhh ~~~! Do not compare me to lesser beeeiinngggss~~!”

“Tch. If only you had more respect and care for others,” he replied, “Then I wouldn't be here...”

Eyes seizing upon her body, Alfred pulled down his hands and began attacking Sylrith's nipples. He pinched them between his thumb and index finger, before twisting them hard. Mouth splitting open and head jerking back, the ash-white dragoness let out a grunt while her entire body shook. Fuck. He knew her weak spots already! How was that possible!?

“Stop it ~~~! Stoooooppp iiiittttt~~~!” she growled, to which Alfred shook his head.

“Not yet,” he replied, “Not until you learn your lesson!”

More and more he toyed with her nipples, twisting them, pinching them, pushing them, and then flicking them. Each strike to her nipples sent a jiggle through their form, while Sylrith continued to buck, twitch, shake, and howl with ever growing pleasure.

Her pussy was a damn volcano between her legs. Incredibly hot, incredibly stuffy, and endlessly oozing her nectar like an ever flowing river. Her lust slicked down her thighs, leaving them glistening, while the area between her spread legs was turned into a small puddle.

“I see...” Alfred whispered, “You're almost there, aren't you?”

“Ggrrrggh! Wh-what the fuck are you talking aabooooutt~~~!?” Sylrith growled back, “U-unhand me!!!”

To her surprise, he did just that, pulling his hands away from her busty tits. Head falling forward, Sylrith panted desperately for air... before slowly looking up towards Alfred. A growl reverberating from her throat, she glared at the young wizard before her while producing more of those golden-blue rings. And like before, he pointed his open palm towards the Scorchclaw, before shouting out another spell.

“Vinculum Libidinis Draconis!”

“Aauughh~~~!?”

A bright light – one that was gold, blue, and pink – flashed from Alfred's open palm. And though it was brief, Sylrith felt something within her body begin to tighten. She knew not what it was, but the tightness caused her legs to quiver as if she'd orgasm on the spot.

“Tch...! N-now what...?” she growled, “G-given up on your 'lessons'?”

Alfred smirked.

“No,” replied the bespectacled young man as he clutched Sylrith's face, “We're just getting started.”

Straightening up before the Scorchclaw, Alfred dropped his hand down towards his crotch, and began fiddling with his belt. Sylrith's eyes swelled in disbelief at what she was witnessing... as well as Velyth's. Even from the short distance they had, the lilac dragoness watched with eyes unflinching as Alfred undid his belt, loosening his pants from his hips, and began pulling them down.

Inch. By inch. By inch. And finally...

FWUMP!

“Aah!?”

“HAAHAH!?”

There, between Alfred's legs was his long, thick, throbbing, obscene, penis. Veins ran along the pulsating girth of his member, the head of it was red and bulbous, precum oozed endlessly from his slit, and his balls were heavy, weighty, and great orbs of lust.

Eyes blown back with shock and awe, Sylrith came face to face with a human's cock. Now, look, she's never been prudish, but of all the human penises she's seen, none have been as indecent as his! Its length was great, width thick, it hung free of gravity's pull, and its smell! Even from this distance between her face and his length, the heat and odor that wafted off of it was enough to drug her nose and fill her brain.

But there was something else about his penis that was impossible to ignore. Right there, glowing upon his shaft, was a symbol. It was blue in color, and shaped like a serpent. For a moment, that symbol looked like a tattoo. But then it began to glow, and pulsate, and shine a color that made both Sylrith and Velyth's eyes glow.

“By the... gods...” whispered the Scorchclaw, before-- Grip! “Nngh~!?”

With his hand on the back of her head, and his fingers working through her wild black hair, Alfred forced her head up so that she could look him in his eyes.

“Open wide.”

And despite her disobedient nature, Sylrith listened, and let her jaw hang wide. Her sharp teeth were exposed, and her long, flat, serpentine tongue hung from her mouth like a red carpet. She hadn't even realized what she had done, but Alfred wasn't going to give her the chance to realize her mistake.

Puuuush!

“NNNNMMMMM~~~!?!?!?”

Alfred's dick pushed into Sylrith's awaiting mouth. Eyes wide, she felt his length rest along her flat tongue, while her teeth ground against the bottom and top of his dick. But he didn't stop there. Gripping her hair tighter and pulling it up, he continued pushing his length into her awaiting mouth. Deeper. Deeper. Deeepeeeerrr.

“Nnnmmmph~!? Mmmph~!”

Alfred's length plunged into Sylrith's mouth, being surrounded on all sides by her capturing mouth. Her sharp teeth plucked at his length, while her molten spit oozed around his dick, wrapping him around in her nigh endless drool. Such a feeling should hurt a person, but for the Draco-Slayer, it was rather... pleasant.

“That's it,” he whispered as he gripped her wild hair even tighter, forcing it into a ponytail as he began rocking his hips back and forth, “Get used to the feeling.”

Gently, Alfred pumped his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Sylrith's mouth. She felt his girthy dick push all the way to her throat, before retreating back to the tip... only to push back inside again. Each push was slow, but also weighty, sending this quake through the Scorchclaw's body that made her firm tits bounce. He didn't linger outside of her mouth for long however, before pushing back inside of her mouth, reaching far enough to touch her throat, but never deep enough to penetrate it.

Sitting there on her knees with her arms stretched above her head, Sylrith's mouth was claimed by Alfred's cock over and over again. While her tongue tried to remain still – tried to keep as much pleasure from him as she could – her own lust and desire continued to mount. Unable to control herself, the ash-white dragoness curled her tongue around his cock, where she began to lick him. Her serpentine tongue traced his veins before running all the way to the glands, where a throaty groan reverberated from her body.

Fucking hell, this taste was glorious. Salty and flavorful, it danced within Sylrith's mouth, and made her eyes roll to the back of her skull. Moaning again, her vocalization pushed through Alfred's body, giving him more pleasure, and forcing a grunt from his body. And that taste that danced on her tongue? It flowed straight to her brain.

Standing there, Alfred had his way with Sylrith's mouth, fucking and plunging his cock into her; again and again and again. And standing there aside, her hands together and hovering near her crotch with her mouth hanging open, was Velyth. The lilac dragoness could not pull her azure eyes away from the sight. Of Alfred, his hand in Sylirth's hair, his obscene cock pumping through her lips, all while the ash-white dragoness took it like some needy whore. She read the look of lust and desire that infected Sylrith's mind, and she heard the reluctant yet passionate moans that left her. And it all caused Velyth's legs to buckle and shake, nearly causing her to fall upon the ground.

“Huff...! Huff...! Huff...! Huff...!”

Her panting echoed through the air, her cheeks turning redder and redder, and the sweltering heat between her legs became unbearable. Those lewd thoughts she had before – of her being bound by Alfred's magical chains – returned to her. And like before, she imagined she was taking Sylrith's place; fantasizing of being on her knees before this human wizard, forced to service his cock against her will... but not really.

By the gods, the thought alone was nearly enough to make her cum on the spot!

And these lascivious thoughts only grew stronger when Alfred grew rougher with Sylrith's body.

“Hngh!”

Grip!

“NNNMPHH~~~!?”

With a tighter grab to her head and hair, the young wizard forced his cock down into the dragoness' throat. Crimson eyes grew wide as she suddenly felt his massive length plunge into her constricting throat, blocking her airways, and choking her briefly. And Alfred held her down on his cock, choking her on it for several moments, before finally pulling back. Spit, drool and precum coated his length as he retreated and pulled out of her mouth, with thick and gooey bridges hanging between them.

Mouth agape, Sylrith coughed and wheezed for several moments... before Alfred took the plunge once again. And once again her eyes grew wide as his dick pushed all the way down to the root, claiming her throat as his own once more. Her head was tipped back, forced to look him in his soft-brown eyes as his hips began to swinging, fucking her mouth and throat in earnest.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Alfred may have been a wizard – a class of adventurer known more for magic and spells than swords and spears – but he was still a strong and fit young man. And with his magical, dragon-dominating abilities pulsing through his veins, his strength was amplified. As he fucked her mouth, he did so with the full weight of his body, pushing and pounding into Sylrith's mouth like he owned it. His balls would smack against her chin, sweat oozed from his form to stain hers, and his cock kept pushing deeper and deeper into her throat.

And her throat would tighten.

She squeezed and clamped and wrapped around his dick, swallowing him down to the hilt, and only releasing him when he pulled back. And he'd only pull back for the briefest of seconds, before slamming back down.

“Glunk! Glunk! Gulp! Glunp! Glunk!

Sylrith's eyes had rolled back completely, her body growing weak and slack. She was unable to stop him, unable to fight him back. Here and now, she was nothing more than a sex toy for him, one bound in leather and scales. Her throat would visibly bulge whenever his cock slammed into her, and Velyth could see the tightness she instinctively employed in order to please the young man. By the gods, Velyth could see it all.

The lilac dragoness had leaned over, her sumptuous thighs rubbing against one another to stimulate her folds further and further. More and more honey oozed down her legs and thighs, creating a puddle of her own beneath her feet. But even with her hands hovering above her crotch, she never pulled away that thin pelvic curtain she wore, and slipped her hands beneath her panties. So easy it would be to touch herself, but she forbade herself from doing so. No. She didn't want to touch herself, she wanted him to touch her.

But for now, she'd wait. Just. A little. While. Longer.

“Nmmph... haah... almost there...” Alfred groaned as he continued fucking Sylrith's mouth, “Here. Take it!”

PLAP!

“GLNMMPHH~~~!?”

Sheathing his length inside of her completely, Alfred forced her head up, and became as stiff as a board. Sylrith's eyes grew wide and so too did Velyth, who watched unflinchingly as the ash-white dragoness' throat bulged from the cock within her. And he held her there for just a few moments before finally--

“Nngh!”

Glorp! Glorp! Gloorrp!

“NMMMMMMPHHH ~~~~!”

Sylrith's eyes began to flutter. Deep in her mouth and throat, Alfred began to cum. His cock undulating, pulsing and throbbing as thick blast after thick blast of seed shot out of his cock like a bomb detonating. And his cock visibly bulged with his orgasm, echoing out in sync with the lewd 'Glorp!' noises that echoed out, even from a distance.

And Velyth saw it all.

Finally collapsing to her knees, the lilac dragoness' azure eyes grew wide as she watched Alfred's cock pump his seed into Sylrith's mouth and throat. Thick globules of seed flowed again and again, impossibly voluminous for a human, let alone one of his size. There was so much cum, it came rising out towards Sylrith's lips, and spurted upwards, where it stained the sides of his cock, and oozed down upon her cheeks. And Alfred continued to hold her down, his chest swelling as he took in a deep breath... before letting out with a long--

“Fuuuuuuuuuuu...”

Then and only then – when his orgasm began to taper off – did he finally pull out of her spent mouth and throat. Cum 'Splurted!' out of her mouth as he retreated out of her, leaving her mouth bubbling with so much seed that a lesser woman would drown from it. Alfred then released his hold on Sylrith, letting her head drop... but not too far. Not far enough so that his cum could ooze from her lips and she could lose his spent. Instead, he pulled his hand down to her chin and tipped her head up so that she lust-drunk crimson eyes could gaze into his soft-brown ones.

“Swallow it...”

And she did it. She didn't even hesitate. Sylrith closed her mouth shut, keeping as much cum between her lips as she could, and she--

“Gulp.”

Ah... too much cum. She needed to swallow again. So.

“Gulp.”

Ah... still too much cum. Again, then.

“Gulp.”

Fuck! There was so much fucking sperm! Was he trying to breed her throat or something! She just needed one large, final--

“GULP!”

Yeah. That's it. All gone.

With his jizz fully swallowed, Sylrith opened her mouth. Wide. Wide. Wider still. She let him see every row of sharp teeth she had, the great length of her serpentine tongue, and her tight, constricting throat. And he saw nothing. Every bit of spunk he pumped into her mouth and throat had been swallowed completely.

And Alfred was pleased.

“Good girl.”

When those words left his lips, Sylrith shook in place. What the fuck just happened? Why did she obey his commands? Why did she let him fuck her mouth like that!? She should have bit his dick off! But, right, his magic was forcing her to comply; that's it! Right!

Riiiggghhht.

“Grrrrgh! You filthy fucking human~!” Sylrith shouted as she snapped her drooling teeth at him, “How dare you make me suck your dirty fucking cock!? Grrgh! When I break free of these bonds – and I will break free of them – I will slaughter you!”

“You have the ability to make this all come to an end,” Alfred replied, unshaken by her vitriol, “If you just accept punishment for your actions and promise to come to a stop, I'll leave you in Velyth's hands, as well as the people of San Polar.”

“Go to Hell!”

Alfred had no response to her words, instead pulling back. Raising his finger, he curled his finger, causing this writhing of pleasure to course through Sylrith's body. She groaned, her chest pushed out and her eyes closing shut, unable to stop the ecstasy she felt... or how her body began to move on its own.

The ash-white dragoness shifted herself. No longer sitting on her knees, she moved to sit on her butt, with her legs spread wide, and her arms still bound above her head. Eyes wide, the Scorchclaw gazed at the obscene position she had been forced into, before gritting her teeth and glaring at him.

“You fucking fleshling!”

“Fleshling? Now that's a new one...” Alfred replied as he locked his eyes upon her crotch.

There, on her legs, Sylrith wore a thin and skimpy bikini bottom. It was black, clung tight to her shapely hips, and covered her pussy. And she was so wet, so hot, that her underwear had become sheer, allowing him to just see the bright pinks of her pussy against her white scales.

Crouching down before Sylrith, Alfred laid his fingers on his chin while curiously scanning the ash-white dragoness' spread legs. She tried to fight back against her magical shackles, but even her kicking legs remained wide, forcing her into this squatting position. Nothing was hidden from the wizard's eyes, who looked her up and down, humming to himself.

“Hmmm... ah-ha...”

And then his fingers began drifting forward.

“Don't you dare! Don't you—” Touch, “AAAHHNN~~~!”

Gently, Alfred's fingers pressed against Sylrith's crotch. Even with her panties on, she still felt the touch of his slender fingers. They pushed against her, forcing the leather of her bikini bottoms to grind against her sweltering folds. Stroking and stroking and stroking, sending jolts of pleasure racing up and down her voluptuous form.

“Huaaahnnn ~~~! Fuuuuuuhhkkk~~~!” the Scorchclaw groaned, “You filthy... fucking...! Ngghaaa ~~! Huummaaaaann~~~!”

Up and down he stroked his fingers along her pussy, sending jolts of pleasure that made Sylrith's body buck and twitch this way and that way. Head leaning back and mouth split apart, she howled with barely restrained pleasure, while her huge, heaving, pendulous tits clapped against one another. Those talented fingers that groped her body before were now toying with her cunt, and all she had to defend herself was a thin pair of panties.

More and more Alfred pushed his fingers against her cunt, exploring the shape of her pussy with his fingers. His digits danced along her pink labial folds, stroking and toying with her, before sliding up towards the abs on her stomach. Gently now, he stroked his hands along her stomach, even dipping his finger into her navel. Sylrith leaned back and howled with pleasure as his fingers danced along her abs and stomach, but he did not stop there.

Sliding back down, the Draco-Slayer slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Eyes widening, Sylrith looked at his face in shock first, before bringing her gaze down towards his hands. And when his middle finger stroked along her cunt – true flesh touching true scales...

“AAUUUGHH~~~!?”

Sylrith nearly came on the spot.

Back and forth, Alfred stroked his digits along Sylrith's cunt, producing these loud and lewd 'Shluk! Shluck! Shlunk!' noises. They rebounded into the ash-white dragoness' ears, making them twitch, while she continued to howl in rapturous pleasure.

“STOP IT~! STOOOOPPP IIITTT ~~~!” she shouted, “FHUUUCCHK~~~!”

Eyes wide, Velyth watched the talented movements of Alfred's hand as he stroked Sylrith's pussy. Even with her bikini bottoms in the way, they did little to hide the movements of his hands, how his fingers writhed back and forth, stroking, toying, and pleasing the ash-white dragoness' slick folds. And those sounds! They echoed not only through the vault, but between Velyth's ears, who listened to the lewd finger movements, and the howling moans that left the Scorchclaw's lips.

If someone were to be on the other side of these walls, they'd think Sylrith was having the greatest sex of her life, not merely being fingered. And she was only going to get louder.

All Alfred did was stroke and toy with her pussy... but enough of that. Finally, he angled his finger otherwise, and began podding at the entrance of her pussy with his index finger. Eyes swelling in size, Sylrith pulled her head up to look the young wizard in the eye. He glared back at her, and brought his finger to a halt.

“You're going to apologize for all the horrible things you've done, Sylrith,” said Alfred as he pushed his finger against her sweltering folds, “And you're going to beg for forgiveness! It is a traveling hero's duty to slay evil dragons! And now... your time has finally come.”

“Go to--” PAT! “HEEEEEEEEEEELLLL ~~~! AAAAHHHNNN~~~!?”

It was just his finger. It was just his finger. It was just his finger. And yet that one finger sent ripples through Sylrith's body. Pleasure raced from her cunt and throughout her form, making her toes curl, her hands tighten into fists, her breasts bounce, and forcing his howl from her lips. And again...

It was just from his finger!

But this finger – nay, this entire body – had been honed to specifically please dragons.

Back and forth, Alfred pumped his finger through Sylrith's cunt, fingering her at a pace that left her body reeling with pleasure. She tried so damn hard to hide it in, but she couldn't stop her body from writhing with pleasure. And it all circulated on her cunt.

Alfred's fingers scratched and ground against Sylrith's tight walls, plucking and prying them apart. Each ridge and fold within her sweltering slit was toyed with; nothing was spared. And it all caused her molten juices to ooze down the wizard's fingers and slick down his arm

Her tight and toned cunt gripped around his finger, shifting from trying to keep him out, to trying to pull him in. Sylrith's moans too grew sweeter and hotter, no longer being as abrasive as they were before. Feeling this and hearing this, Alfred nodded, and then pulled his finger out of her pussy with a lewd--

Pop!

“GUH~!? Aaauuugghhnnn~~~”

After panting for a few moments to catch her breath, Sylrith gritted her teeth and glared at Alfred, who pulled his finger up. Hovering it next to him, he watched as her juices oozed down his digits... before extending his tongue to lick it.

Mmmm... spicy...

“Enjoy that taste, you filth!” Sylrith growled, “Because it will be the last thing you ever taste!”

“Hmph...”

Alfred didn't respond. Hell, he didn't even look at her face. Instead, he pulled his hands down, where he placed his hands upon Sylrith's waist. Gripping her, he slipped his thumbs into her panties, and began pulling them down her thick, toned, luscious legs. They slid and they slid and they sliiiidd, eventually slipping off of her armored heels, where he tossed them aside and looked forward.

There nestled between her legs and flanked on both sides by smooth white scales, was Sylrith's sopping wet pussy.

It pulsed and throbbed between her legs, and leaked her honey endlessly upon the floor. So bright. So pink. And with her clit throbbing between her legs with randy need. Sylrith gazed towards her open legs with eyes wide... and Velyth did likewise.

By the gods... she was so wet~

And yet, Alfred remained indifferent. His soft-brown eyes gazed down upon her sweltering slit, but he showed no lust or desire. But he pulled his hand over nevertheless, and palmed the inside of Sylrith's thigh. She winced like she'd been slapped, but that was just the incredible pleasure she was suddenly feeling.

“Un... hand... me...!” she growled through baited breaths. But it was like hearing a dog with no teeth and no claws growl; there was no bite behind this bark.

To Sylrith and Velyth's surprise, Alfred's head dipped down next to her pussy. She opened her mouth to shout at him, but he opened his mouth first... and he clamped it to her cunt.

“GUAAAAHHGGHH~~~!?”

Sylrith threw her head back, her mouth agape and eyes wide as Alfred's mouth latched upon her heated pussy. Lustful nectar oozed into her mouth while he sucked and slurped upon her scaly folds, tasting from her honeypot. His tongue would lick and trace upon her heated cunt, scooping up her spicy honey, and giving low moans that reverberated throughout her body.

And it was sensory overload for the Scorchclaw.

Clutching and gripping at the air while those magical bonds kept her trapped, Sylrith howled and roared with pleasure as she received the greatest cunnilingus of her life! Alfred didn't just lick her, he didn't just suckle on her, he didn't just kiss her, he penetrated her pussy with that talented tongue of his. It would push deeeeep inside of her, and then begin writhing and twisting and curling around, plucking at all of her most sensitive little spots!

“Mmmmmm...”

“HAUAUHH ~~~! GODS! AAAAHUHAAHH~~~!?”

Alfred moans pushed through her body, stimulating her further, and making her eyes spin with pleasure. Hands tightening even further in the air, the ash-white dragoness clinched inward with her legs, wanting to squeeze and wrap around him. But whether to crush his head, push him away, or pull him in, not even Sylrith knew. All she felt was rapturous pleasure.

His twisting tongue, his kissing lips, the clicking sounds; it was all like a batter ram against wooden walls, and he was absolutely destroying her. But nothing came close to the feeling of pleasure than when he pulled away from her pussy... and locked his eyes on her clit. With bridges of spit and pussy juices hanging from his mouth and lips, Alfred leaned forward, and--

“Nmmm...”

“GA-HAAAAHHAAAH~~~!?!?!?!?”

His lips perfectly wrapped around her throbbing clit, sucking and even nibbling upon the sensitive nub, and making Sylrith's body jerk and twist each and every. Howling out in pleasure, the ash-white dragoness could no longer control her body as she bucked, twitched, and shook. Her voluptuous curves bounced and wobbled, her toned muscles glistening with sweat, and her scales shimmered like a diamond all its own. And above all – above all – her head swam with the explosion pleasure of what was to come...

But never actually came.

No matter how much Alfred licked her, and no matter how much he suckled and nibbled upon her clit, she never came. It was like her orgasm was being denied to her! At first, Sylrith thought it was her own mental strength holding herself back so she does not give him the pleasure of her release. But she had to be real with herself; What mental strength? She was howling out in pleasure and could barely stop her body from shaking! Whatever 'mental strength' she had before, had long since been discarded in the name of ecstasy!

But that explosive high – that roaring climax – just never came!

“What the hell is going OOONNNN ~~~!? GAHAAAAHAAAA~~~!?”

But Alfred did not answer. He continued eating and lapping at her folds, sucking and slurping from her. He then pulled up his fingers, where he began stroking his digits upon her sweltering folds. Pulling up to once again suck and lick upon her clit, he suddenly took his middle and index finger, and--

THRUST!

“NMMMPH-HAAAAAAAHAAA~~~!?”

Now here he was, licking and lashing at her clit with his talented tongue, while pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy at a blistering pace. And even that wasn't enough to make her cum! It would be one thing if he was bad at sex, and that's why she couldn't cum, but that wasn't the case at all! He was amazing at this! Each lick, each thrust, each bite, felt a thousand times better than the last time she had someone down there!

But she just couldn't cum!

“Why!? Nngghhaaah ~~! WHHYYYYY~~~!?”

While Alfred continued his oral assault, and Sylrith continued howling with pleasure, Velyth continued watching them. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open, and her cheeks – hell, her entire face – was as red as a tomato. Steam even visibly flowed from the lilac dragoness' ears as she watched the Draco-Slayer eat out the Scorchclaw.

Her eyes were glued to the sight before her, watching as Alfred's lewd tongue movements and thrusting fingers made a mess of Sylrith's pussy. She had only witnessed such an act in her most hidden and lewd of tomes... though she wondered if that counted as 'witnessing' a sexual act. There's a difference between words in a book, and seeing real flesh and scales mold together in real life.

The way Alfred's tongue moved brought sensual thoughts to Velyth's mind. Embracing herself, she clutched her ribs and lifted up her great breasts, while her azure eyes seemed to zoom in even further on the sight before her. Sylrith's cunt would puff up and grow plumper as Alfred ate her out, her juices oozing out to coat the young wizard's tongue.

Without hesitation, he lapped up her pussy and fluids like it was some sweet nectar. And the moans he gave? Even through Sylrith's cries of pleasure, Velyth's sensitive ears could hear the sounds of his voice as he ate her out; so passionate, so vigorous, so lewd.

“Haahhaaa~~~”

Velyth was still on her knees, unable to stand thanks to her trembling legs. More and more her mind raced with lascivious thoughts, once more imagining it was her on her butt, her legs spread, and his head between her thighs to service her cunt. Gods, with how wet she was right now, she already felt like he was eating her out.

By the gods. Could a human and a dragon find love? He traveled with one; were Alfred and Marzia more than just adventuring partners? And if so, would she mind if he had a few more 'partners'?

Oh gods! What is she thinking!?

While Velyth was shaking with barely restrained lust and desire, Sylrith's mind was scrambled. Why? Why could she not cum!? He was still eating her out, still fingering her, still toying with her clit, and she just could not CUM!

WHY!?

“What is going on!?” she snarled, “Grraaaah ~~~!? Why can't I-- NNGGHAAA-HAAAH~~!?”

“What? Orgasm?” asked Alfred as he pulled away from her pussy, her juices oozing down his face and features, “You haven't been paying attention, have you?” leaning against Sylrith, he placed his hand against her cheek, clutching her gently, “The spell I cast before. Vinculum Libidinis Draconis. It bounded your lust. I could toy with you for the next thousand years, and you won't climax once. No matter how much you try.”

“Wh-what? N-no! You...!? What is this!?”

“Either you are going to repent for your actions, or I will break your mind. Those are your only two choices.”

“You... filthy mortal...!”

“Now... APOLOGIZE!”

“NEVE-- MMMPHH~~~!?”

His lips pressed to Sylrith's, silencing her as he took her into a kiss. The ash-white dragoness attempted to fight back against the liplock... but it didn't last for long. While Alfred's lips met teeth first, it did not take long for the Scorchclaw to open her lips, allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth. Briefly she thought about snapping her jaws down and biting his tongue off... but she didn't.

His tongue ground against her tongue, gaining her taste... and gifting her his taste in return. A reluctant groan slipped from Sylrith's mouth as Alfred's sweet flavor danced in her mouth. He tasted just as he looked; like youth, vigor, and dragon-dominating stamina, all laced in this sweetness that was unmatched.

Like... fuck. The ash-white dragoness could even taste the spicy flavor of her own pussy on Alfred's tongue.

And Velyth couldn't believe it.

She could accept the groping. She could accept the squeezing of Sylrith's tits. She could accept him eating out her pussy. But to see them kiss? That somehow felt lewdest of all! Anyone could have raunchy sex! But kissing is something intimate and personal! And yet, here was Alfred, wrestling his tongue Sylrith's like a pair of young, randy lovers.

It just wasn't fair!

Their kiss went on for several more moments. The slurping, the licking, the clicking; it all echoed out. But as they kissed, Alfred's hand wandered. It stroked along Sylrith's side, clutched at her bosom, before slipping down to the curve of her hip. There he'd stroke her hip and ass, his hands – so small for a human, yet still more than enough to make her quiver.

Between kisses, Sylrith forgot that she should have been enraged by this little wizard. Almost instinctively, she pursed her lips and kissed back against him, groaned too. It was like a switch had been flipped in her head, and it took her a moment too long to realize what was going on.

“Nmph~! Graaah~! G-get away from me! Grrrgh! I can't believe you...!” Sylrith snarled as she pulled away, her cheeks red with blush, “I'm a fucking dragon, and you kiss me!? Grrgh~! Have you no shame, filthy human!”

“Tch... that's ironic, coming from you,” said Alfred as he raised up again, “This will go on for as long as you want. Until you finally give in.”

“I will never give in!”

“Then it looks like we'll be here for a while...”

There was a challenging look in Alfred's eye, one that left Sylrith shaking despite her abrasive face and snarls. She shook again against her magical shackles, but they remained in place, reminding her that, yes, she was trapped here. This feeling of powerlessness frustrated her... but some base, instinctive, downright primal part of biology told her to relent.

Alfred meanwhile stroked his hand back up her body. It danced along her abs, brushed along her breast and nipple, and then came to a stop at her cheek. A reluctant groan escaped the Scorchclaw and she glared at him, while he rose up to stand before her.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

“Ngghh~~~? You... filthy human...!”

Those taps to her tits? They came from his burly cock.

Sylrith glared down at his dick. It had returned to maximum length, being long, thick, and veiny. Oh yeah, and don't forget that strange serpent symbol that pulsed a light blue color.

Gripping his cock by the hilt, Alfred began to lightly tap it against Sylrith's tits. Each 'Tap...' sent a wave throughout her bosom, drawing erotic groans from her lips. She'd bite into her bottom lip in some poor attempt to keep her voice in... but that's it, right? It was ultimately a poor attempt. It just would not work.

“Aauh~! Haahhnnn~! Nngghh~~~!”

They were just taps to her breasts! Why did they feel so good? Why did feeling his precum drag lines against her chest make Sylrith want to cum? And no matter how hard she wanted to cum, his spell kept him trapped like some magical chastity belt! This was torture for Sylrith... and it was torture for Velyth too.

The ash-white dragoness was trapped; her arms bound above her head, her legs spread to expose her pussy, and her orgasm denied by magical bonds. And the young man who did it all – a human wizard no less – had one hand on her head, holding her in place, while his other hand gripped his cock, and tapped it against her breasts. Again and again and again.

It was belittling. It was domineering. It was controlling. And it made Velyth so fucking wet~~~!

More and more the lilac dragoness rubbed her thighs together, stimulating her folds with barely restrained dragonic lust. Like time and time before, she imagined it was her in Sylrith's spot. Her hands bound, her legs spread, her tits serving as a canvas with each he tapped his cock against.

Her lips being claimed by his lips. Aaahhnn~

But Alfred wasn't pleased with just tapping her tits. He continued Sylrith's humiliation, before walking up close, and pinning her down between his legs. Eyes wide and teeth gritted, the ash-white dragoness watched as he gripped her tits and squeezed them together tight, forcing a groan from her lips. He then hunkered his hips down, lined his cock up against her ribs, and then--

Puuuuuussshh~~~!

“Gaaah~! Fucking...! Aahn~”

With her breasts pushed together, Alfred created a tight gap with which he pushed his cock through. The scales of her bosom swallowed his dick whole as he pushed all the way through, until his enhanced length stood prominently out the other side of her cleavage. Sylrith gasped as she felt the heat and weight of his length dominate her tits, while he groaned from how her scales created this perfect bed of pleasure for him.

This was only the start.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

His hips moving back and forth, Alfred thrusted his cock up through Sylrith's tits. Each impact of his hips against her bountiful bosom made them jump and wobble. With his hands gripping her breasts, she couldn't move too far. Just far enough that he felt the full weight of her great tits when they fell back upon his dick, feeling like firm, pliable sacs of scales and heat.

“Aaah...”

“D-don't moan! You fucking... idiot~!”

But how could he not when surrounded by the luscious scales of the ash-white dragoness? Again and again and again, his enhanced, dragon-slaying cock penetrated Sylrith's tits, sending ripples through her chest and body. And though she tried with all her might to stifle her moans and groans, they continued to slip from her maw.

The Scorchclaw leaned her head back as she felt his balls slap against her stomach, and his length grind between her tits and along her ribs. Like, fucking hell! This was just a fucking titfuck! And yet, Sylrith was moaning and groaning as if she was being pleased in her own right! It was like his dick sent pulses of pleasure that not only coursed through his body, but ricocheted back through her own, making her bite her bottom lip to stifle her erotic moans.

“Nngngh~! Nhmnn~! Ffuuuck~” she moaned.

At this rate, she was sure he could fuck her feet and she'd cum from it. Assuming, of course, he allowed her to cum.

With squeezes and clinches to her tits and his hips constantly pumping, Alfred fucked Sylrith's tits at a quick and powerful pace. His muscles would flex and tense, showing the strength within his body. And the ash-white dragoness would bite her bottom lip, moan and groan, while gazing up towards his face with demure, almost pleading eyes.

With each second, the haughty, violent, and malevolent dragoness was being defeated. And it wasn't a battle with swords and sorcery, but sexual dominance. And Sylrith was submitting. Steadily, yes, but surely, it was happening. Velyth could see it.

She could see the reactions in the Scorchclaw's body. How her gritted teeth trembled, how her eyes quivered, how her entire body quaked. Even the way she shook against her magical bonds no longer had the strength she had before. Alfred was besting her.

And, by the gods, why couldn't Velyth keep her mind in check? It took everything in the lilac dragoness' power to not step forth and interrupt the two. She wasn't here for her own pleasure; she was here as backup just in case anything went awry. But here she was, stimulating her own folds, imagining it was her being relentlessly toyed with. Oh, what she would do to feel his cock thrust through her breasts, and be forcibly dominated by his magic.

“Oh gooodddssss~~~” Velyth moaned, “Haaah~ I can't...”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“OH~!?”

Her azure eyes grew wide, and likewise for Sylriths. Looking down, the Scorchclaw watched as Alfred's hip movements grew even faster, his cock thrusting through her tits at a blistering pace. His breathing grew quickened, and his cock twitched and bucked between her tits like a raging bull. Bullets of precum were squirted out from his slit, painting strands upon her tits that mixed with her sweat, and left her bosom glistening. She knew what was coming next. She felt it when he pumped his load down her throat. There was nothing to do but to...

“Ggnhh...!”

SPURT! SPURT! SPLORT!

Take it...

Alfred's cock erupted, shooting thick bullets of seed that fired high enough to strike Sylrith's chin. The dragoness flinched and pulled her head up from the bullet of cum, while he squeezed her tits tight together, grinding them against his dick, and drawing out his orgasm even longer. Cum began to blanket her busty chest, leaving her ash-white scales coated with his white-hot spunk. And as it oozed down her tits, pooled in her cleavage, and even covered her dusty-gray, Velyth gazed upon it all.

Alfred's long, thick, burly cock, the veins that spread down its sides, the bulbous head that twitched and throbbed, and the cum that shot out from it; she gazed upon it all. And she couldn't look away. She couldn't even think about looking away. The violet dragoness was so enamored by the erotic sight before her, that she'd commit it all to memory for the rest of her days. And she's a dragon; she has a lot of days to give.

But above all – above the throbbing, the twitching, and the pulsing, there was the symbol on his dick. That blue serpent symbol shined and glowed, seeming to grow in power. Or maybe it was the opposite; maybe this symbol was a showing of Alfred's power, as his length continued to erupt... until finally petering out.

Cum dribbled down upon Sylrith's neck and chest, leaving her with a pearl necklace that glistened in the light of her vault. Slowly, Alfred pulled back, his dick leaving her busty tits with a lewd 'Schlop!', while flinging cum this way and that way. When he retreated fully, Sylrith was left with bridges of jizz hanging between her breasts, while she panted for breath. And Alfred himself?

He just came. A lot. And he came a lot in such little time between orgasms. And yet, his cock was still as hard as steel, and as long as a pillar. Even as the glow of the serpent symbol on his cock began to subside, he remained as rigid as ever.

“I can't believe...” Syrlith whispered... before her throat rose with a growl, “You're fucking filth, do you know that!? I swear to the gods I will burn you asunder when I get the chance!”

“You really are a belligerent one, aren't you?” Alfred replied nonchalantly, “Other dragons would have fallen already. I suppose it's impressive that your tongue remains so hostile... but I am a man of my word...” he moved in, “I will not stop until you apologize.”

“Never! I'll never--” Grab! “Ah~!?”

With a tight grip upon the back of his head, Alfred once again grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head up to look at him. He then grabbed the base of his dick and leaned it in. Gently now, this cum-covered cock pressed against her lip... where she instinctively opened her mouth. It hung open – wide and agape – as if already accepting and expecting his member. But Alfred did not dominate her mouth, not again. Instead, he pulled his length up, and began pressing it against her nose.

“Whaaaaaat theee heeeeellll~~~?” Sylrith slurred, while her eyes rolled back.

The odor of his length flowed into her nostrils, smelling of iron, of heat, of salt, of fire. And as that delicious and powerful scent of cum began to dominate her nose, Sylrith fell further under his control. Her pussy clinched too, desperate to orgasm, but still unable to do so. For now, she just sat there, bound by his magic, held up by his hand, and forced to be slathered by his length, that spread his cum and sweat all over her face and features.

By the gods, what Velyth would do to be in her position. To worship his dick. To smell it. To taste it. To be held down while he lathered her in his lust and control. She was not bound. She could easily touch herself and masturbate to the sight she saw, and the lewd images that danced in her head. But she didn't. She sat there. Like an obedient girl.

It seemed to go on forever. Alfred forcing Sylrith to get accustomed with his cock, that is. There were even moments where his dick slid along her lips, and in instinct, she pursed her lips to plant kisses along his shaft. But he was not there for that. If she refused to learn the consequences for her actions, then it was time to really pound it into her.

Alfred pulled away... but not too far. He then knelt before Sylrith, and hooked his hands under her thighs. She whimpered, a sound that was quickly swallowed by a snarl that rose from her throat... but it was too late. Both for her attempts to conceal herself, and for any chances to defend against his assault. His long, hard, throbbing cock slid down, where he began to grind it against her sweltering folds. And Sylrith's eyes grew wide.

“What!? N-no~! Gods no!” she shouted whilst shaking her hips, “G-get away from me, you filth! Do you think I'll forgive you if you go this far!? I'll slaughter you and your whole clan if you put that dick inside of me~!”

“You are in no position to make demands,” Alfred replied as he glared at her, “Your own arrogance and power has brought nothing but misery and even death to those you have deemed weaker, Sylrith! And now, it is time you learned your lesson, and understand that you cannot abuse the power you have been birthed with! Fortunately for you... I am a very thorough teacher.”

“Grrrggh! Go to he--” Sliiiideeee! “EEELLLL~~~!?”

Another taunting grind of his dick against her slit brought Sylrith's aggression to an end. She gritted her teeth, her crimson eyes glowing bright, while her arms remained bound above her head. Down below, Alfred pushed, ground, and slid his cock's throbbing shaft along her sweltering pussy. Each stroke made her body shake and shudder, while the desperate need to orgasm grew even stronger.

Dammit! She needed to cum! But if she begged for it, that would be the equivalent of admitting defeat. Assuming of course he'd even let her cum if she begged. Alfred wanted to hear her apologize for all the terrible things she's done. But the ash-white dragoness was virtually amoral; she couldn't apologize for something she felt no shame over!

At least, that's what she told herself.

She just needed to endure. Alfred talked a big game, but there's no way in hell he he was going to fuck her for too long, right? But... what did he say before? He made some declaration, and now those words were replaying in her head. Oh yeah... he said...

Either you are going to repent for your actions, or I will break your mind. Those are your only two choices.

Break her mind. No. That's... impossible, right? There's no way he was going to fuck her until her mind broke, right? No, no, no! That was just... big talk! Nothing more than big talk!

And Sylrith kept repeating that to herself in her head, even as Alfred stopped grinding his dick against her pussy. Instead, he angled himself down, and took aim with her pussy. Pushing against her once more, he ground the head of his length into her folds. They parted around him almost greedily, and Sylrith's eyes snapped open.

“No~” she whispered, “NO~! S-stop this now!”

And as he looked up at her with his eyebrow raised, Alfred did stop... but only for a second.

THWAP!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ~~~~~~!!!”

With one solid push, Alfred slammed his dragon-dominating dick deep into Sylrith's cunt. She parted around him instantly, allowing his dick to slide in all the way to the hilt. Her tight, muscular walls gripped his length, being so soft, moist and pink on the inside, while her scales ran along his shaft, grinding against him not like flesh, but like smooth, moist stones. And Alfred groaned.

“Nnggghh...”

“DAMN YOU~! DAAAMMNNN YOOOOU ~~~! AAAHHHAAA~~~!”

Not even Sylrith's shouts were enough to ruin the euphoric pleasure Alfred felt. His back arched and his chest pushed forward, the young wizard closed his eyes and bit into his bottom lip, all while her hot and moist tunnel clinched his dick like a glove.

Fuck... yes...

Velyth's eyes grew wide. As if in slow motion, she watched as inch after inch of Alfred's dick plunged into Sylrith's cunt. Each vein, each steely inch, each throb and twitch; she committed it all to memory as the young wizard pushed until their hips met. A sliver of drool hung from her lips and her azure eyes glowed with a pink lust at the sordid sight. And, of course, her mind imagined it was her in that position, taking his cock into her moist, throbbing, needy pussy.

Just masturbate, she thought to herself, Pleasure yourself while he pleasures himself.

But she didn't. She rubbed her thighs together, and even squeezed her arm over her tits, but she never pushed aside her pelvic curtain and plunged a finger into her cunt. Instead, her digits stroked along her panties, stimulating her puffy pink folds beneath, and sending jolts of pleasure racing throughout her body.

“Aaah~ Haannn~! Hnnngg...! Oh gods~”

Alfred reached down, gripping Sylrith by her hips. She was still shaking, still shuddering, and he looked up with this lustful smile on his lips. Crimson eyes wide, the ash-white dragoness gazed down upon the young wizard, reading that wide smile, scanning those red cheeks, and getting lost in his soft-brown eyes that thumbed with a certain power.

And it was in that moment that she realized how doomed she was. His words weren't bravado, and they weren't jest. He was going to fuck her until either she repented for her actions... or until he broke her mind. Whatever the case may be, she was not going to leave this temple the same way.

“No... NOOOO!” PAT! “AAAHNAAAAAAA~~~!?”

His hands on her hips, Alfred began driving his hips back and forth, slamming his cock into Sylrith's awaiting pussy. Lewd, loud, and erotic 'PAT!' noises echoed throughout the vault; echoing out in rhythm with the way his body bounded into the Scorchclaw's body. Each impact made her breasts bounce harder and faster, with her luscious tits smacking against Alfred's chin. But Sylrith had pulled back, her head leaning to the point that she would have fallen back... if those magical shackles weren't still there.

By the gods, his cock was perfect! It scraped along her tight walls, grinding against each and every individual ridge and fold. All of her weak spots were ruthlessly toyed with, sparing not one inch of her cunt to his claiming touch. And the thrusts – so relentless and so strong – felt like taking constant blows to her brain.

Again and again and again.

“FHUUUUHHHKKK ~~~! SHLOW DOOWWWHHNN~~~! AAAUUHHNN~~!”

“Mmm... never...” Alfred replied.

His dick continued to plunge into her quivering pussy,while her entire body quaked and her breasts bounced. More howls of pleasure escaped Sylrith as she desperately searched for her orgasm... and it never came.

Alfred had – without a doubt – the greatest cock she has ever experienced. Its shape, its size, its length, its heat, its rigidity, even its slight curve; it was like his dick was made for her. No, not made for her; made for pleasing dragons. It didn't matter that he was a human and not a reptile like her; his length easily sent pleasure racing to her mind.

And yet she never came!

Every thrust, every 'PAT!', every fuck! She took it all! And yet she never came! She couldn't cum! His magic was too powerful! And that feeling of constantly being pushed to the edge, only to be mercilessly pulled back from falling over it, left Sylrith's mind reeling. She couldn't control herself!

“Stop it~! Shtooohhhppp iiihhhhhttt~~~!”

“Only you can stop it, Syrlith,” Alfred replied, that lustful smile growing just a little wider, “Just apologize and recognize how wrong you have been, and it'll all be over.”

“Noh~! Nhooooohh~~~!”

“Hm... then I guess we'll continue...”

Grabbing her thighs, he pushed her legs up and up and up. Sylrith's eyes grew wide as he exposed and flaunted her limberness. Her back arch as her legs were forced upwards and her feet dangled in the air. This gave Alfred complete access to her body, and he did not hesitate to abuse it.

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAAHHHAAAAHHA-HAAAAAHHNNN~~~!?!?!?”

His hips were a pile driver, slamming his cock into her hungry pussy. As his blurring balls slammed against her anus, his length reached deeper and deeper towards her womb. Sylrith could feel his cock tightening within her folds, throbbing and twitching and thrumming with that explosive power. It made her eyes widen, telling her exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to cum.

Velyth could see it too. In those moments when his glistening cock slipped from Sylrith's quivering folds, she could see how his length throbbed and pulsed. Even the way his balls tightened was like a sign to his eventual explosion. He was going to cum. And this wasn't going to be in her mouth, or on her tits, or on her face. He was going to cum straight in her womb, and aaaallll of the risks that bring.

And Sylrith tried. She screwed her eyes shut and clinched her teeth. Her hands too clutched as her magical bonds, and she attempted to tense her body into tightened stone. But all of her attempts to defend herself were failing. She could not break down; she did not want to break down. But she couldn't stop him, and she could not stop her own biology.

Scales quivered beneath the Draco-Slayer's might, and steam flowed off her body endlessly. Her pussy gripped hungrily at his dick, while constantly twitching from the phantom sensations of the orgasms that were denied to her.

She just couldn't take it anymore! Sylrith's eyes shot open. They were still those powerful crimsons, but they seemed to swirl. Her instincts as a dragon finally won over, and they told her one thing and one thing alone...

Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit!

So she did it. She caved.

“I'M SORRRYYYYYYY~~~!”

Alfred came to a stop. Velyth did too. Did she... just hear what she thought she heard? Did Sylrith actually... apologize? It was so alien to her, so impossible, that the lilac dragoness could have sworn she was imagining things. Even her lustful thoughts were brought to a swift end by how stunning this was.

But after a few moments of sitting there, a domineering grin appeared on Alfred's lips.

“AGAIN!” he shouted, followed by sudden and powerful--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“AAAUHHHNN ~~~! HAAHHAAAAH~~~!? I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SO SO SOOOWWRRYYY~~~!”

Gone was Alfred's lustful smile, instead replaced with a more determined expression. Hips blurring, he continued to thrust into Sylrith's pussy, while her mind scrambled to catch up with him. Each thrust was mighty enough to trigger an orgasm, but with her magical binds, her climax remained taken from her.

“WHY ~~~!?” Sylrith cried, “WHY~~!? PLEEAASSEEE~! RELEEASSEE MEEE ~~~AAAHHNN~~~!”

“I'm no fool...” Alfred replied through his relentless 'PATS!', “If I release you now, you'll just regress to your old ways. I have to make positively sure that you learn your lesson! Now! Properly reflect on your actions!”

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“HAAARRRRRRLLL~~~!?”

Fire bubbles from within Sylrith's throat as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. This was the truth of the Draco-Slayer. He didn't just fuck dragons into submissions. For certain ones, he downright broke them. No, he did not break their bodies, he broke their minds. And Sylrith's mind was well and truly being broken.

Each thrust taught her a lesson, and she was committing those lessons to memory. No more. No more would she be the cruel outlaw that stole and killed how she saw fit. After tonight, she was going to be something else. She was going to be something remade.

But you can't remake something without shattering it first.

Alfred's steely cock carved its way through Sylrith's moist tunnel. Deeper and deeper and deeper still he reached. Teeth gritted and his hands squeezing her legs with a possessive grip, the young wizard felt his own pleasure reach its zenith. And right there, on his cock, that symbol of the serpent grew brighter than ever before. And finally, with one final--

THWAP!

Alfred came.

“Nnnghh!”

“AAAAAAAARRRRHHHHH~~~!?”

And Velyth heard it. Velyth heard every internal 'Glorp!' and 'Glurk!' of his cock, as he blasted thick wad after thick wad of cum inside of Sylrith's awaiting pussy. His sperm rushed to fill every inch of the Scorchclaw's cunt, painting her pink walls white with his lust and desire.

And he came. And he came. And he came some more. His back arched, his hips pushed forward, and he made sure to pump all of his load into her awaiting pussy. Just like with her mouth and throat before, his orgasm seemed to be empowered, being nothing like how a normal human should cum. Each undulation of his dick could be visibly seen as he tanked his load into her womb, filling it completely.

It took several long drawn out moments that felt like minutes. By the time Alfred was finished cumming, Sylrith's pussy was overflowing with his white-hot seed. It oozed down his length and out of her cunt, staining the ground beneath her. The ash-white dragoness felt like her womb had been turned into a sauna, one that burned her from the inside out hotter than any fire she's ever surrounded herself in.

And then Alfred pulled back. Slowly. Slower now. Slowly. Slower now. Slllooooowwwwlllyy~~

Shlap!

“Ah~!?”

What a cute, high-pitched moan for such a dangerous dragoness.

His dick slipped from her pussy, carrying bridges of cum and feminine juices with it. With her legs spread, thick globules of his seed oozed out of her pussy, staining her thighs and the floor beneath her. She panted through gritted teeth, her nostrils flaring while her crimson eyes gazed down her voluptuous body towards her twitching folds.

Even with his cum oozing about within her and sliding out of her, she was still denied her orgasm. That is until those golden-blue rings appeared around Alfred's hands once again. Raising his palm, he pointed it towards Sylrith, who whimpered in defeat. The magic he summoned grew brighter and brighter, and she closed her eyes. And then he spoke...

“Draco Libidine Invehitur.”

And Sylrith's eyes pulsed.

Deep within her body, she felt something begin to unravel. It was slow at first – like a string with a knot in it that's slowly being pulled open. But then, that metaphorical string was pulled apart faster and faster. Even when that knot was undone, the string was pulled as far apart as it could go, until finally...

“Ngh~!?”

It snapped.

“GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWHH ~~~~~~!!!”

An explosion of feminine cum roared from Sylrith's cunt. It wasn't just one orgasm, it was numerous. All of the orgasms that the dragoness had sustained while he fucked her, seemed to be stored up and compounded upon one another. So when Alfred gave the command that unleashed her climax, it wasn't just one orgasm she suffered. She suffered them all, all at once.

If her mind wasn't broken before, then it was well and truly shattered now.

Sylrith's body rumbled as her explosive orgasms rippled through her body; again and again and again. Her cunt had become a fountain, squirting her juices sky-high, and slathering the floor beneath her. Legs kicking upwards, she sprinkled the ground beneath her in her clear juices, as well as Alfred's cum as it flowed out with her jizz.

And that orgasm surged straight to her brain, rattling her mind; again and again and again. She couldn't think. Her mind was too busy swirling around and around and around in a sea of white and mist... before collapsing back in on itself like an imploding building. And from the shockwaves of her orgasm...

Fwiiizzzz!

The magical shackles that kept her arms bound were suddenly dispelled, causing Sylrith to collapse upon the ground. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and while there were a few visible twitches and trembles within her body, she was more or less immobile.

Well... aside from the...

“Holy shiiiiiittttt~~~”

That left her lips.

“Ah... hah... haaah... fuuuh...”

Dragging his arm along his forehead, Alfred felt a tinge of sweat and exhaustion flow through his body. While his magic helped increase his power, there were still aspects of the flesh that were easily drained and exhausted. But, hey, mission accomplished. Sylrith had been defeated, and was ready to face the consequences of her actions. Now all they needed to do was--

Pat...

“Hm?”

As Alfred straightened up, he felt a hand fall on his shoulder. He looked down to the hand, seeing familiar purple scales. Turning around with his eyebrow raised, he came face to face with Velyth. But she looked a little... different.

The lilac dragoness was tall, voluptuous, beautiful, and divine. But right now? Her chest raised up and down slowly, white-hot breaths escaped her mouth and nose, her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and she had a soft glow in her azure eyes.

“Me next~” she whispered, her voice slow, yet strong enough to trigger avalanches.

Alfred gazed up at her, stunned to hear those words leave her lips. And while he stopped for a moment to say something along the lines of 'What?' or 'Are you sure?', he cut himself off before he could speak. He had bedded enough dragons in his time to know there was no point in doing so. Besides...

Wyrmwood continued to hunger.

Velyth watched as Alfred pulled out the book holstered at his hip. Velyth watched as he opened up its blue surface, and revealed its golden pages. And Velyth watched as Alfred brushed his open palm along the pages, while his body thrummed with a certain power. He then looked up at her, a light blue glow in his soft-brown eyes, and those golden-blue rings appeared around his wrists once again. Raising his palm, he pointed it towards her, and he spoke...

“Serpentium Vena!”

Yes, those words. He said those same words to Sylrith, before instantly making her crumble as soon as she touched his flesh. And now, with his spell cast, Velyth felt its mystical powers begin to affect her. She shuddered, her scales feeling warmer, and the heat of her flame-breathing organ grew to an unbearable degree. If she was horny before, then she was overflowing with lust now.

And then Alfred raised his hand. Slowly now. Higher and higher it drew, causing Velyth's breathing to stiffen. She knew not what to expect when he touched her, but she knew she was ready for it... and she wanted it.

And when he did touch her, right on the swell of her busty tit...

“NYAAAHHAA~~~!?”

He did not disappoint.

Like with Sylrith before, Velyth felt as if a bolt of lightning struck her between her horns. But rather than bringing incredible pain and death, this bolt brought overwhelming pleasure. It surged from the tips of her toes straight to the tips of her horns, and made her throw her head back. Crying out, a burst of flames even escaped her maw as her heaving tits bounced before Alfred's eyes.

But unlike Sylrith, instead of feeling confusion and anger with her sudden arousal, Velyth felt nothing but joy. Yes. This is exactly what she wanted; exactly what she needed. And she was about to get it.

Eventually, Velyth returned to earth from her sudden heights of pleasure. Legs wobbling, she nearly collapsed upon the ground. But Alfred was there, and despite towering over him and weighing more than him, he was somehow strong enough to keep her standing. His hands seized upon her body, running along the thicc curves of her hips, and traveling up to the narrow width of her waist. He explored her with his touches, brushing along her lilac scales with his smooth and soft hands.

Gods, these hands. How gentle and kind they were, while also being capable of breaking down dragons of all things with ease. They traveled along her body, ghosting over the area where her purple scales turned a more creamy-white as they came to her midsection. Leaning in, Alfred pushed his face up against her bosom, sandwiching his head between her glorious tits. And there, right at her ribs, his nostrils flared.

“Snniiiiiffffff!!!”

“Oh~! Gods~!”

Velyth shuddered as she felt him smell her. She had a scent as sweet as her body, being something sugary, savory, and aromatic. Even her profuse sweating brought about by her arousal did little to douse the erotic flavor of her scent. If anything, it amplified it, making Alfred smell her more and more.

His head buried between her breasts to the point that only his brown hair appeared from her cleavage, the young wizard's hands slipped around her waist. Bringing back both palms, he hovered them in the air, before performing a double--

SMACK-SMACK!

“GODS~!”

Both hands slammed upon her buttocks, sending a quake that rippled throughout her plump backside. The cry forced from her mouth was quick to melt into a shudder, as she bit into her bottom lip to stifle her voice. Fuck yes; this is exactly what she needed. With a soft sway of her hips, she gyrated and pushed her ass into his palms, letting him squeeze and grope her even harder.

And his fingers squeeeezzeeed. Velyth's priestess clothes weren't the most chaste, being downright scantily clad with how much of her body they flaunted. Even when fully clothed like this, she barely wore more clothing than her bikini-clad counterpart. Actually, Sylrith may have been more dressed than Velyth, thanks to the bits of armor she sported!

But there was an undeniable sense of divinity that flowed from Velyth. Much like how the goddess of love is known to wear skimpy robes, the lilac dragoness' sense of beauty was not diminished by her choice of clothing. And like the goddess of love, Velyth too was a being worthy of being worshiped and lavished with all the praise she could receive.

She was San Polar's goddess, after all. And Alfred was going to please her.

His lips seized upon the nape of her neck, kissing, licking, and slurping upon her scales. Velyth wobbled, teetering upon unsteady feet as pleasure seized control over her body. No longer capable of holding herself up, the lilac dragoness fell over, falling upon her back... and resting right next to Sylrith's unconscious body.

The scent of cum and sex drugged Velyth's nostrils, making them flare as Alfred continued to kiss and grope her body. Her hips, her thighs, her ass; not one area was spared by his lustful and curious hands. They traveled up and down her voluptuous figure, squeezing her here and there, but never going too rough with her.

Gods, he was so rough with Sylrith. He bound her arms, he tugged her hair, he groped and squeezed her body like she was a fucking object. But here he was, being so tender and kind to Velyth. And that just... angered the violet dragoness. She didn't want to be treated like some romantic lover. No, she wanted what Sylrith got; to be dominated, controlled, forced to do things against her will ,and nothing more than an object to sate Alfred's desires.

By the gods, she didn't care how lewd that sounded.

But Velyth didn't get the chance to voice her concerns, not yet. For the Draco-Slayer pulled his head away from her grand tits, bringing his face up towards hers. His soft-brown eyes gazed into her azure ones, making her bashfully looking to the side. But in a showing of the power she craved, Alfred placed his hand on her cheek and titled her head so that they could look at one another. There, he saw it; a familiar pink pulse in her eyes that made his chest swell.

“Nmmph!”

“Mmmphh~~”

When their lips met, Velyth melted. Her body visibly shuddered as his lips claimed hers, and his tongue did not hesitate to push into her maw. It pushed, swirled, and ground around with her tongue, swapping spit and trading moans. Placing her hands upon his shoulders, she gripped and pulled the young wizard closer, deepening the kiss even more. But for as lewd and delicious as this kiss was, it wasn't what Velyth needed, what she craved. Noooo...

Her tail slid over. Unlike with Sylrith, she was not so bound that she could not control herself, allowing her to guide her thick between Alfred's legs. They then pulled up, where he felt the smooth and gentle scales of that slithering appendage rest under his balls and cock. Brushing him gently, she coaxed groans from his lips that reverberated back through her mouth, making her moan back in return. And with a lewd and loud--

Pop~

Velyth broke their kiss and looked down.

Between them, her tail continued to grind along Alfred's length. Oh wyrmsfire; it was so hot! His length burned her hotter than Sylrith's flames ever could! And its size too! So long and thick, and with this hefty weight to him and his balls. If she were to close her eyes and he were to tell him that she was handling flaming steel, she would not doubt him.

Exploring his length further, Velyth wrapped the tip of her tail around his throbbing shaft. She felt each pulsating vein as his dick pumped with blood and vitality, and precum oozed from its slit like an endless river of lust.

“By the gods~” Velyth whimpered, “Aah... I understand now why... they call you the Draco-Slayer...” biting into her bottom lip, she gave a groan whilst looking back up towards his eyes, “This 'sword' between your legs... any dragon would be felled by such a mighty thing.”

“Velyth...” Alfred whispered as he pulled his hand up and clutched the side of her face, his thumb tracing her lips.

His voice trailed off, and she shuddered. The mere touch of his thumb against her lips made her body melt, and caused this rapid pooling within her womb. By the gods, she had never been made to feel so powerless before. The magical power that pulsed through his body made her feel so small, so lesser. And she reveled in this feeling.

Is this the power of the Draco-Slayer?

Alfred showed no fear or hesitation with Velyth. As the lilac dragoness shuddered with barely restrained lust, he pushed his thumb into her mouth. Her lips parted around his digit, where he pushed it in deeper, and began grinding it along her serpentine tongue. She moaned around his tongue, tasting the salt that danced on his flesh, while her eyes closed shut. Tighter and tighter she sealed her lips around his thumb, and when he began pulling it out...

Pop...

That sound echoed through the vault.

“Oh wyrmsfire...” Velyth whispered.

“You...” said Alfred, making her eyes lazily open up, “You want to ask me something, don't you, Velyth?”

“I...” she replied.

Closing her eyes again, she took a deep, deep, deep breath. A part of her wondered if she should make this request. It was so lewd and extreme, especially after what she just watched him do to Sylrith. And yet, her desire was so strong, she couldn't possibly tell herself 'no'. So...

“Alfred...” she whispered, her eyes reopening, “I... want you to... n-no... I need you to...” placing both of her hands upon one of his, she lifted his hand up to rub her cheek against the back of his hand, “Break me like you broke Sylrith~”

By the gods above, she couldn't believe she said it. She was so embarrassed, that she looked to the side to try and hide her shame. Buuuuuuut, her gaze slowly returned to Alfred, who stared at her with a knowing look in his eyes. As if this was not the first time someone had made such a request of him.

Slowly, he lifted Wyrmwood, opening it to some random page. With his other hand, he pointed his open palm towards Velyth. Those golden-blue rings appeared around his wrists once again, and a soft glow pulsed through his blue eyes. With a reassuring smile, he looked the lilac dragoness in her eyes, making her bashfully fidget in place while his mouth opened.

“Draco mentis confractus.”

What happened next, Velyth couldn't explain. She felt something though, something that did not infect her scales and body, but something that infected her head and brain. Imagine, if you will, if your head was suddenly blocked by a cloud of thick fog. No matter how far ahead you walk or run, you cannot escape this fog. If anything, the more you struggle, the thicker the fog becomes. But you must struggle. If you don't, then the fog still grows thicker.

It is like a bog. Struggle and struggle and struggle some more, you cannot stop the sinking.

And as the bog and fog gripped its claws into her, she felt her hands begin to move on her head. A command came in from the fog, one she understood as clear as day.

Undress yourself, it said. And without hesitation, she began to do just that.

It was her gold-trimmed armored bra she removed first. Clips at the back that held her great bust were swiftly undone, allowing her breasts to 'BOUNCE-BOUNCE!' to freedom. Curvaceous, voluptuous, and erotically huge pair of tits, layered in scales that were a creamy-white compared to the lilac scales on her sides, with nipples that were plump, areola that were puffy, and it all was a dusky purple color.

Next came the harness at her hips, with its golden rim and its pelvic curtain. Hooking her thumbs beneath it, Velyth began to pull it down her wide and shapely hips, dragging them all the down to her feet... and then letting it drop with a--

Clang!

Her mind remained in that hazy state as she exposed her nudity to the Draco-Slayer. Her voluptuous curves, her thicc figure, her great breasts, wide hips and narrow waist; all were exposed. Gently clutching herself, Velyth swayed her hips and gave a sonorous moan... before another command pierced her head.

Undress me, it said. And without hesitation, the lilac dragoness began to do just that.

She stepped forward, approaching a masculine figure within this haze of lust and confusion. Slipping her hands beneath Alfred's cloak, she pulled it off his body, letting it fall with a Fwump. Then came the various straps that adorned on his body, which she undid one by one with expert movement. More and more of his body beneath was revealed to him, exposing taut flesh and defined musculature for a young man of his caliber.

But, hey, 'slaying' dragons will do that to a person.

All of Alfred's clothes fell from his body, leaving him completely naked. Velyth's hands would continue to cling to his toned skin and flesh, while a gasp of awe and desire left her lips. And when the young wizard pulled back and sat down on a throne of coins behind him, another command left his lips.

Your breasts. Use them on me.

Velyth stumbled forward.

“Haaah~! Haaahh ~~~! Haaafuuuuuhh~~~!”

“Nngh...?”

“Hafu~ Hafu~ Hafu~ Hafu~!”

“Nnggh... wh-what...?”

“Haaaahh ~~! Aaahhnn~~~! Gods~~~! Fuuuuhhkk~”

“The... hell...?”

Pleasure. All Sylrith felt were the aftershocks of pleasure. The feeling was somewhat distant, and yet it still tugged at her. Groaning and writhing on the floor, crimson eyes slowly opened up, gazing groggily at the vault around her. For a moment, her mind still needed to reboot, causing her memories to slowly catch up with her. And when she did, all she saw was...

Alfred's face.

She remembered how he bound her hands with magical chains. She remembered how he groped and toyed with her body. She remembered how he fucked her mouth. She remembered how he fucked her tits. She remembered how he fucked her pussy. And she remembered how he fucked her good. But above all – above all! – she remembered how he made her apologize.

Sylrith remembered how he made her feel.

As she laid upon the floor of her derelict temple, the Scorchclaw's hand dragged sultrily up her thigh. Slowly her black talons came to her cunt, brushing upon her still glistening pink folds where she felt his seed ooze down between her. Fuck, her pussy was still so hot and sensitive. If she so much as fingered herself, she knew she'd cum in a matter of seconds.

“What is... this... feeling...?”

“Haaah~! Aaahnn~! Hafu~~~!”

“And... what is... that... huh?”

The sounds Sylrith heard echoed from her side. Slowly, she turned over, facing the voice she heard... where her eyes grew wide.

There, sitting on a throne of her ill-gotten treasures, was Alfred Shepard. The young wizard was completely naked, his body adorned in a layer of sweat that made him glisten like some idle. And while his glasses were fixed to his eyes still, his teeth were gritted and his soft-brown eyes glowed with a light blue energy in them. In one hand he held Wyrmwood; the tome pulsing with power. His other hand was stretched out, with those golden-blue rings swirling around his wrist.

But... no. As impressive as Alfred was, this is not what you'd notice first. No. What you'd notice first is who was on her knees before Alfred.

Velyth couldn't really think. There wasn't much to really think about, in all honesty. To explain what was going on in her head would require only one word. Pleasure. And if one wanted to be verbose about it, then the pleasure she felt was overwhelming, excruciating, maddening, and mind-crushing.

That voluptuous, violet dragoness rested on her knees, her cheeks an intense red, her mouth hanging open, and her huge, pendulous, heaving breasts wrapped around the throbbing cock of the Draco-Slayer. Squeezing her tits by their sides, she allowed a sliver of drool to hang from her lips as she pumped her tits around his cock, constantly swallowing it between the grand valley of her tits. Her smooth and corded scales ran along Alfred's throbbing spire, bringing pleasure with each inch of taut flesh it touched. All the while, he kept focus, making sure his magics remained in place to dominate the lilac dragoness' mind.

Yes. Dominate. While she worked her tits upon his cock, it was difficult to know if she even realized what she was doing. The signs were in her eyes. Velyth's eyes were usually these piercing azure diamonds that could be both sharp and pointed, while still retaining this motherly warmth within them. But now, all of that was gone. They were still azure, yes, but now they seemed to swirl with this unnatural energy to them. Her eyes spiraled like a whirlpool while looking up at Alfred... though – again – it's difficult to tell if she was actually looking at Alfred, or if she was seeing something else. And the only sound that left her lips was--

“Hafu~! Hafu~! Hafu~! Hafu~! Haaaahhnnn~~~!”

More and more, Velyth worked her tits on Alfred's cock, her swirling gaze locked upon the glow of his open palm. Whatever it was she saw, it gave the Draco-Slayer complete and utter control over her body. And the more she pleased him – the more she wrapped and tightened her voluptuous tits around his thick cock – the more pleasure she felt in turn. His length burned her through her breasts, sending waves of pleasure and need that raced up to her clouded mind, pleasing her even more. And all she could do was moan and groan while picking up the pace of her titjob.

“Nnggh...!”

A wincing groan was drawn from Alfred's lips as a bullet of precum shot out from his quivering slit. It sprinkled upon Velyth's chest, leaving them glistening, while she squeezed her tits even tighter around his dick. Unable to control himself, the young wizard began pumping upwards with his hips, thrusting through the dragoness' tits, and making them bounce high enough to lightly tap against her chin. But she didn't stop. Hell, barely even reacted to his hip thrusts, as her mind remained dominated by his magical binds. Her only reaction...

“Hyeeeeessss~~~”

Was a drawn out moan of pleasure.

Velyth continued pleasuring Alfred, who continued fucking her tits in response. That blue, serpentine symbol on his cock also shined and glowed while the heat between them grew stronger and stronger. And resting there next to them, unable to pull her crimson eyes away, was Sylrith.

The ash-white dragoness could not believe what she was witnessing. Velyth – the noble and pure Protector of San Polar – was on her knees pleasuring some human mortal? And unlike Sylrith before, the lilac dragoness wasn't even attempting to fight back. She was being dominated, yes, but it was clear that she willingly relinquished control over herself and her mind so that she could experience the heights of pleasure.

Such is the power of Wyrmwood.

With Velyth focused on pleasing Alfred, and Alfred himself focused on the pleasure he was receiving, that left Sylrith to sit there. She dragged her claws against the ground, a part of her thinking of standing up and slaying the both of them in their weakened state. After all the things they had done to her – him in particular – she had every right to rise up and kill them.

And Sylrith did rise up to her feet. She stumbled a bit – her legs were still weak following her explosive orgasm – but she could stand. And she did turn to face Alfred and Velyth directly. Closer and closer the ash-white dragoness walked, her chest heaving as she took deep breaths, and her crimson eyes pulsed with her power. She even raised her hand up high.

But...

But instead of slicing through the both of them, she placed her hand upon Velyth's shoulder, and began to push her.

“Move over...”

“Hafuu~? Aahh~?”

Velyth's eyes quaked. Steadily, the swirls that took over her mind had subsided, allowing her gaze to become more solid. That's not to say they weren't there; they were just weaker. Weak enough so that she could acknowledge the ash-white dragoness' presence, and move aside so that she can come in closer.

“Yeeeesssss~~~” Velyth slurred.

Something had clicked in Sylrith's head. Some old, long-since buried aspect of dragonic biology that could only be triggered when the impossible happened, had been unearthed. All it required was for a dragon to fully submit to someone else. And with how proud dragons were, that never happened.

Until now, that is.

Sylrith fitted herself beside Velyth, their shoulders bumping together. Pinned beneath their bodies were Alfred's legs, keeping him trapped beneath the voluptuous and erotic forms of these twin dragonesses. The Scorchclaw was on his left, her scales an ash-white, her black hair wild and messy, and her crimson eyes gazing longingly at his dick. On his right was the Protector of San Polar, her scales a vibrant violet, her cerulean hair long and flowing, and her azure eyes retaining those swirls of mental domination. And soon, Sylrith would join her.

Leaning in, the Scorchclaw began to grind her cheek along the side of Alfred's cock. She felt it throb and twitch against her ash-white scales, and could feel the warmth that pulsed through it. Giving a groan, she felt as Velyth too leaned upon the other side of the wizard's cock, pushing her cheek against him too. Together, the twin dragonesses ground and brushed their cheeks along his shaft, all while retaining complete eye contact with him.

“Aaahuh~! Hafu~ Hafu~ Haffuuuu~” moaned Velyth, while Sylrith gritted her teeth.

“I can't... nggh~! B-believe thiisss~” she groaned in light defiance, “Fucking hellll~”

“Nngh...! K-keep going,” Alfred moaned.

Despite her abrasive attitude, Sylrith obeyed him, and worked in tandem with Velyth. Together, the twin dragonesses opened their mouths, their long, slithering, serpentine tongues snaking out of their mouths to begin dragging and grinding along his throbbing cock. Sylrith's tongue was darting and devious, tracing along his veins and reaching down to curl around the hilt of his length. Velyth's tongue was slower, being sure to griiinnnnnnd along his shaft, before coming all the way to the glands at the top. There she moved in, her lips pursed where she planted a kiss upon the head of his dick.

The two dragonesses worked him over, giving Alfred indescribable pleasure as he leaned back upon the bed of coins and riches that Sylrith had painstakingly amassed. A moan of pleasure wailed from his mouth as his length throbbed between their mouths, sending out more heat, and shooting out another bullet of precum that stained Sylrith's face, and even got into her hair.

“Grrrh! S-stop that!” she snarled... only to pull her mouth up to the tip of his dick, “I'll... quiet this cocky dick of yours! Nmmph~~~!”

“Haaahh!”

Her mouth wrapped around the head of his length, kissing it at first... before pushing down to capture his glands between her scaled lips. Trapped in the spit and fire of her hot mouth, Alfred melted further into the ground, while her tongue began swirling around and around and around his sensitive glands. But Velyth did not remain still. While his cock was captured, she moved down towards his balls. At first, she kissed the hilt of his dick... before dropping down further to open her mouth, and swallow down one of his tight balls.

“Nggnbh! F-fuck!” Alfred groaned.

Teeth clinched and eyes squinted, he watched as the twin dragonesses feasted upon his throbbing length. Sylrith slurped and suckled upon his dick's head, licking up all the sweat and salt on his body, while swallowing whatever precum oozed from his tip. Veylth too sucked and licked upon his tight balls, cradling and stroking it with her talented tongue. And they did it all without breaking eye contact.

The two dragons used their mouths to pleasure the Draco-Slayer, licking, kissing, and sucking upon his cock. He moaned as he felt his balls quake, and his dick throb between the two. Clutching close some of the gold coins beneath him, he gave another groan and pushed out his hips, causing Sylrith's eyes to widen. She paused for a moment... and then glared at Alfred, before sloooowwwlly pulling her lips off of his cock.

Pop!

“Gaah...! Fucking... human,” she growled whilst wrapping her hand around his shaft.

Her claws gripped his length like she was gripping a pole, and she began jerking him off ruthlessly. Pleasure raced up and through Alfred's body, who leaned back and gave a howling moan of need. Even when she was trying to be cruel, all he felt was pleasure, which made his length throb more within her palm. Sylrith's face twitched at the sight, and her handjob increased in pace... while Velyth rose up to join her at her side.

“Haaahnn ~~~! Syllrriiiitthh~” she moaned, the haze in her mind parting just enough to notice her fellow dragoness, “Good... yesssss~~~?”

“Nnmph... y-yeah... good... yes,” Sylrith answered.

Joining the ash-white dragoness, Velyth too wrapped her hand around Alfred's cock. Together, the two pumped their hands along his shaft, squeezing, clinching, and jerking him off. At this point, his cock was like a broken faucet; endlessly leaking his precum upon their hands and his waist. It was impossible to stop... not to say the two dragonesses wanted it to stop.

Pulling her hand away from his cock, Sylrith shifted herself around to Alfred's side... where she gripped her tits by the base. Lifting her heavy breasts, she hovered them above his cock... and then dropped them down.

PLAP-PLAP!

“Nghh!?”

He had experienced them before, but this feeling was not dampened in the least bit. Feeling Sylrith's huge, soft, scaly breasts surrounded his cock, drew a sharp groan from Alfred's lips that left him recoiling. But before he even had the chance to properly enjoy this feeling, Velyth mirrored the ash-white dragoness. Moving over to his side in opposition of Sylrith, the lilac dragoness lifted her pendulous breasts up... and dropped them down.

PLAP-PLAP!

“Ahgn...!”

“Fucking hell,” Syrlith growled as she began squeezing her breasts in unison with Velyth, “You sound like a fucking girl...”

Together, the twin dragonesses groped, squeezed, and rubbed their tits along Alfred's cock. His length was ground between their huge and luscious valleys, but being empowered by Wyrmwood, it visibly throbbed between their peaks. Up and down they'd move, grinding their tits along his cock, causing it to shift this way and that way. Precum oozed endlessly upon their chests, leaving them lathered in his lust. The sticky and slick fluid allowed them to move their breasts at a more brisk pace, sliding, grinding, and sending more pleasure racing through Alfred's body.

“Haaah...! Nngghh...! Mmmph...!” he groaned, his dick throbbing between their tits, “Nnggh...!”

The symbol on his length began to glow brighter and brighter; a telltale sign of what was to come. Noticing this, both Sylrith and Velyth began grinding their breasts around his cock even harder. Lewd 'PLAP!' noises echoed louder and louder through the vault, while Alfred's back arched. Gripping the coins beside his head even harder, the young wizard began pumping upwards with his hips, driving his cock through their tits, and fucking them with a reckless abandon.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

“HAAH! HAAH! NNGHH!!! Just... ngghh! A little...! Gghh! Moo-OOORRREE! AHH!”

SPLORT! SPURT! SPUUUURT!

With one final pump of his hips, Alfred slammed his dick through their tits, and began to cum. His cock erupted like a geyser, shooting his jizz up high enough to catch upon Sylrith and Velyth's faces. They moaned as his white-hot cum stained their scales, basking in the feeling of his incredible lust. The thick scent of it was even enough to drug their nostrils and mouths, coaxing deep, lascivious groans from them.

And it just didn't stop.

Wyrmwood's magical properties were absolute. While a mortal man would have no doubt been reduced to nothing but sunken flesh by now, Alfred was not. He pumped his hips even more, shooting more bridges of seed that continued to ooze down their faces, coat their tits, and pool in the center. It was all hot. It was all white. It was all sticky. And it all overflowed.

“Aaahhh...”

SPURT! SPURT! Splurt!

A few more orgasms pulsed through Alfred, shooting a few more ropes of pearlescent seed that stained their bodies. He then fell back upon the bed of coins beneath him, groaning in pleasure, while both Velyth and Sylrith pulled back.

Bridges of cum hung between the two dragonesses. Looking down, Sylrith gripped her tits and pulled them apart, exposing the many gooey bridges of thick seed... before releasing her tits with a loud and lewd--

Clap!

Sticky cum shot outward when her breasts smacked against one another, before she slowly looked up and over. Velyth sat opposite of her, panting to catch her breath as she brushed her claw down her busty tits. That cum stained her lilac body, oozed upon the curvature of her chest, and covered her plump and perky, purple nipples.

The swirls on Velyth's eyes had subsided completely now, returning her to reality. While dazed, the lilac dragoness placed her hand upon her chest, and gently stroked her finger upon her tits, swiping up some cum as she did so. She then pulled that cum-covered digit over towards her mouth, and--

“Nmph~”

Oh wymgods... this was amazing. The flavor, the texture, the heat. She was only disappointed he didn't pump this seed down her throat like he did Sylrith before. But before Velyth could voice her displeasure, Sylrith reached over. Draping her hands upon her fellow dragoness' hips, the Scorchclaw gently dragged her dangerous talons up her voluptuous form.

Velyth's breathing stiffened as she felt the rough and coarse claws of the ash-white dragoness squeeze upon her. Sylrith would clutch, and grope, and squeeze as her curves, drawing pleasuring moans from her lips.

“Oh, Sylrith~” she whimpered, to which the ash-white dragoness gritted her teeth.

“Sh-shut up!” the Scorchclaw growled, “Gods... watching you smile like that is so...” her head then began leaning in, “Fucking annoying...” Slick! “Nnnmm~”

“Haahahaa~~!?”

Holding Velyth in place by her hips, Sylrith's head leaned in and her eyes closed shut. From her mouth slithered out her tongue, which she dragged upon the lilac dragoness' dusky purple nipple. It twisted, curled, and swirled around Velyth's nipple, lapping upon the sensitive nub, and licking it clean of cum. Gods, the taste was fucking phenomenal. It drew moans from Sylrith's lips, who felt like she needed more.

So – ever the criminal – she pulled up her hands to grip Velyth's tits that much harder, squeezing her talons into her supple bosom. Opening her mouth, Sylrith greedily wrapped her lips around the lilac dragoness' nipple and areola, capturing it all in one clamp. Salt, sweat, and cum all flowed into her awaiting mouth, with the ash-white dragoness moaning as she licked and lapped at her nipple.

“Nmmm~~~”

“Haah~! Haahoh...! Oh wyrmsfire...! Nghh~! S-Sylrith~”

Wrapping her arms around Velyth's narrow waist, the Scorchclaw increased her hold upon her body, and pulled her in closer and closer. Eyes closed, she focused entirely on sucking from her nipples, moaning and groaning as she did so, while the lilac dragoness filled the air with her sonorous moans. Sylrith even possessively grabbed at Velyth's ass, her powerful talons gripping into the supple flesh of her backside, where she gave her a greedy squeeze.

“Ohhhhh ~~~Gooddsssss~~~ ” groaned the lilac dragoness, her tail spasming from her backside with barely restrained lust.

Sylrith's hungry suckling from her perky nipple helped to quell Velyth. She didn't realize that the Scorchclaw was kneading her ass in a very telling manner. The squeezing and groping would travel down towards her the lilac dragoness' thighs, giving her one final 'Clinch!'... before the ash-white dragoness pulled back with a saucy grin.

“Wha?” Fwip! “Ah? Oof!”

Sylrith was as mighty as mountains when it came to her strength. And while Velyth was a great and large dragoness herself, she wasn't so great and so large that she was impossible to lift. Heavy though she may have been, the Scorchclaw more than easily lifted her up, flipped her around, and then pressed her down upon the ground.

Velyth was pinned to the floor. Sylrith's hands were on her thighs, spreading them apart and exposing her slick, wet pussy. It was nestled between scales that were a more creamy-white, and shined bright against the natural light of this shimmering vault. Cheeks red, Velyth closed her eyes in embarrassment; she wasn't strong enough to close her legs and cover her womanhood. But when she looked up, ah, what she saw hovering above her was Sylrith's own pussy. The Scorchclaw was above her, keeping her legs spread, and gazing down upon her with this cocky grin on her face.

“S-Sylrith?” Velyth whimpered, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Heh heh~ ain't it obvious?” she replied whilst wiggling her hips left and right, “You sic this fucking Draco-Slayer on me and think you can get away from it? Now it's your turn to be 'slayed', Velyth~”

“Gulp! M-my turn to be... 'slayed'?” Tap~ “Aahahaaan~!?”

Velyth's eyes grew wide. Pulling her gaze away from Sylrith's pussy above her, she stared down towards her spread open legs. Between them, one hand on her thigh and his other hand on the base of his cock, was Alfred. And he was tapping the swollen head of his length against her sweltering cunt.

Again...

Tap~

And again...

Tap~

And agaaainn...

“Aaaahnnn ~~~! A-Alfreeedddd~~~ ” Velyth groaned, her voice warbling as she visibly and physically melted upon the floor.

The heat of his cock resonated within her, sending shudders of pleasure racing throughout her body. Biting into her bottom lip, the lilac dragoness attempted to stifle her moans... only to fail miserably. While she wanted this to happen, now that she felt his cock rub and grind against her pussy, she felt close to spazzing out. But Sylrith was there, her voluptuous and muscular body keeping her pinned to the ground, and her legs spread.

Looking up, the Scorchclaw's crimson eyes met Alfred's soft-brown ones. On her lips was this saucy grin, and her tail was raised up to slither in the air like a hypnotic snake. She looked poised to strike, but not strike in the typical way.

“Do it~” she whispered to him, “Fuck her pussy haaaarrrrd. Give her the same dicking you gave me~”

Alfred paused for a moment... and then nodded.

Puuuuuuuussshh!

“OOOOHHH GGOOOOODDDSSS ~~~! AAAHHAAAAA~~~!”

“HAH HAH HAH HA~! YEEAAAAH!”

His cock speared deep into Velyth's cunt, burying all the down to the hilt. Her pussy was soft, hot, and so damn warm! Nowhere near as strong and resilient as Sylrith's cunt... and yet, she had the same possessive grip. Then again, all dragons have that possessive grip; it's just in their blood, apparently.

Alfred groaned as the lilac dragoness' pussy surrounded his member. It gripped him, it groped him, it massaged him, and in return, he gripped her inner thigh tight, anchoring himself against her. Chest puffed up, the young wizard took a deep breath before relaxing... and tensing his body up.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“Myaaahnn~! Oh gods~! Haaaahnn~~!”

“Fuck? That's what you sound like when you're getting fucked?” said Sylrith.

Crimson eyes looking down, she watched as Alfred's glistening cock plunged in and out of Velyth's pussy over and over again. Even from here, she could tell that his rhythm was strong, his angle perfect, and the power he put behind his thrusts were juuuuuust right. It wasn't just Wyrmwood's power that let him please dragons; he knew exactly how to use his body.

Velyth's eyes fluttered before closing shut. Relaxing against the ground completely, she felt every impact of his dick and hips against her waist. His length reached areas deeper than her fingers ever could, marking and carving her pussy out in the shape of his length.

“Haah~! Hah~! Hah~! Myhhnn~! Haaahh~!” she moaned, her sonorous voice filling the air.

“Fuck... you talk too much...” said Sylrith with a roll of her eyes, “This'll shut you up!”

Glomp!

“Mmmph~!?”

Suddenly... pussy!

On all sides, Velyth was surrounded in darkness as Sylrith sat upon her head. The Scorchclaw's sweltering cunt used her face as a seat, while her thighs surrounded her head. All the lilac dragoness saw was darkness, and all she felt was the full weight of her fellow dragoness' body. Not to mention the throbbing sweat, and the intense odor that wafted from her cunt.

Velyth groaned as she reached up, palming and gripping Sylrith's hips and thighs. She did so not to push her away or get her off, but to instead embrace and squeeze her closer. The Scorchclaw grinned as she felt the lilac dragoness' face press against her cunt, where she wiggled her hips sultrily from side to side, before gazing up to look Alfred in the face.

“Now, slay her fat fucking cunt, Draco-Fucker~” said Sylrith, this grin spreading wide on her cheeks.

Draco-Fucker, eh? Hearing that made Alfred chuckle... but only for a moment.

After gripping Velyth's thigh tight, he hunkered down with his hip, and--

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“MMMMMMMPHHH~~~!”

No one could see it thanks to having Sylrith sit on her face, but Velyth's eyes began to visible twitch as Alfred fucked her pussy. By the gods, feeling his cock fuck her pussy was already maddening enough before, but now he was downright ramming it into her. Again and again and again, she felt his length reach the deepest areas of her pussy – downright penetrating her womb – only to retreat all the way to the tip in a matter of moments... before ramming back inside once more.

Again and again and again, his long and thick cock pounded into her pussy, sending waves rippling through her form. Those waves would make her voluptuous breasts bounce and bounce and bounce, and cause her face to rub up against Sylrith's pussy.

The Scorchclaw's boisterous voice filled the air as Velyth's muffled moans flowed through her body. Even though she wasn't the one being fucked, the impacts of Alfred's hips against the lilac dragoness' body that made her jiggle, also traveled upwards to make Sylrith's toned and taut muscles jiggle as well. And with Velyth clamping down on her hip and thighs to hold her close, the Scorchclaw couldn't move as both of their bodies bounced and bounced and bounnnncceeed.

Alfred groaned, his chest pushing out as he closed his eyes and shuddered. When his eyes reopened, in front of him was Sylrith. The dragoness kept her hands on Velyth's thighs, keeping it spread apart, while her body made sure to keep the lilac dragoness pinned. All the while, her own breasts swayed back and forth, while her crimson eyes stared into Alfred's soft-brown ones.

There weren't any words. While the Draco-Slayered 'slayed' Velyth, both he and Sylrith moved in, and pressed their lips together. They kissed, eyes closed shut while deep moans left them. Tongues wrestling in each other's mouths, the two tilted their heads as they swapped spit. One of Alfred's hands left Velyth's hip, instead sliding up to squeeze and grope upon the Scorchclaw's busty and firm tit; his thumb gracing her dusty-gray nipple.

As they kissed, and as he fucked Velyth, the lilac dragoness' mouth began to open. Was it purposeful? Or had their been another forceful fuck from Alfred that caused her jaw to fly open? Yeah, yeah; it was the latter. Nevertheless, when her mouth opened, a burst of flavor filled her mouth.

“Hmm~?”

“Nnmmmphh~~~!?”

Amid her kiss with Alfred, Sylrith raised an eyebrow. Down below, she felt Velyth's open mouth latch upon her pussy. Her hot and spicy juices oozed into the lilac dragoness' awaiting maw, who groaned and shuttered from her erotic taste. But with Alfred fucking her, she could never stop long enough to really enjoy this intense and titillating flavor.

Her jaw remained open, moaning and groaning against her fellow dragoness' sweltering pussy, with her tongue occasionally shooting out to lick along her sweltering slit. Sylrith groaned as she felt that serpentine muscle grind against her pussy, which caused her to wiggle her hips more, working her pussy upon Velyth's face.

She probably would have shouted out some expletive-filled statement too. Ya'know, if she wasn't currently wrestling tongues with the Draco-Slayer.

Alfred's hand reached away from Sylrith's busty tit, coming instead to the back of her head. She then grabbed her by the hair, tight and possessive, before pulling her even closer. The Scorchclaw gave an approving yip from how forceful he was being with her, and she wrapped her hands tight around his neck and shoulders to deepen the kiss as well. In a matter of moments, once gentle kissing became an intense and hungry makeout session. Alfred even pulled up a hand to toy with one of her perky nipples.

A threesome with dragons. Only madmen would ever imagine such a thing. But here in this temple abandoned to time and weather, the Draco-Slayer bedded both the Scorchclaw and the Protector of San Polar, filling the forest with their rampant moans and groans. If some traveler were to be passing by, perhaps they'd mishear these moans and think that some desperate battle was being waged beyond.

Oh. If only they knew.

Down below, Velyth's pussy began to clinch and tighten. Her orgasm was fast approaching, and with Alfred's cock pounding into her cunt, it was only a matter of time before it happened. But even amid his rampant fucking, the Draco-Slayer could tell she was about to cum... and she could do likewise. His cock had tightened to near diamond in her pussy, being longer and harder than ever before, with that blue serpent symbol on his length shining too. He was going to cum, and he was going to pump it directly into her womb.

Hm... but not just her.

Alfred pulled back, breaking his kiss with Sylrith. The Scorchclaw grinned at him as they pressed their foreheads together.

“Do it~” she whispered.

Alfred nodded. Pulling his hand away from her tit, he leaned close to her, and traveled his hand down towards her pussy. Perhaps the idea of fingering a dragoness until she cums is a concept both ridiculous and impossible to some... but not to Alfred. He is the Draco-Slayer, and he's made plenty of dragons scream his name with his hands alone in the past... as he will do in the future.

Swip!

“Ooh~! Fuck...!”

Leaning upright, Sylrith groaned as she felt Alfred's fingers slid along her moist cunt. Velyth's tongue was still darting upon her slit, but that left her clit an easy target to abuse by the wizard's talented hands. His fingers slid along the hardened nub, sending jolts racing through the Scorchclaw's body. She groaned, eyes screwed shut and teeth tightened shut, while hot spit oozed from between her serrated teeth. Her breasts clapped before Alfred's eyes, her back arched to push out her chest further, while Velyth's tongue continued lapping at her folds, and his hand toyed with her clit.

And with those breasts offered before him, well, he'd be a fool not to take advantage of this generous gift.

“Nmph!”

“Haah~! Fuck~”

Alfred's mouth latched upon one of Sylrith's nipples, capturing it between his lips. Moaning into her bosom, her taste danced on his tongue, being so salty and sulfuric; like he was licking fire burning above black coals. Her taste emboldened him, coaxing Alfred to toy with her clit even more. Eventually working a finger into her tight twat, he began fingering her pussy, causing her juices to squirt out upon Velyth's face. And he did it all without ever losing rhythm in his hip thrusts.

Deeper and deeper and deeper, his cock reached areas thought impossible for Velyth. Though, it's not like she could really focus on it. Her mind was so warped and so thoroughly battered by all the fucking, that she couldn't even remember her own name. All she knew was the taste of Sylrith's pussy on her tongue, the feeling of Alfred's cock pounding into her pussy, and the ever mounting explosion of her rising orgasm.

His balls tightened; his orgasm was about to explode. From base to the tip, he felt the explosive rise of a mountain eruption. In return, he began fingering Sylrith's pussy and toying with her clit twice as hard. The Scorchclaw groaned as her pussy began to quiver, feeling his hands pluck and drag along her weakspots, and making her body quiver.

“Fuck yeeessss~” she groaned, “Aaaahh~ Almooooosssttt~”

Between all of the--

PATPATPAT!

And the...

“Nmmph~! Mmmphh~~~!”

As well as the...

“Haah~! Yes~! Fucking yeeeesss~~~!”

It all built up to this! One final thrust! One final 'PAT!'. One final... fuck! And...

THWAP!

“Guh!”

GLORP! SPLORP!

“NNNMMMM~~~!?”

Even with Sylrith's pussy resting on her face, Velyth's eyes grew wide. Deep within her womb, she felt Alfred's cock erupt, pumping her full of his white-hot seed. His virile and voluminous seed rushed to fill every inch of her pussy, before spurting out from her cunt to stain his cock. And that mighty orgasm of his triggered her own, sending this roaring--

SQUUUUUIRRRRTT!

Throughout the vault.

The lilac dragoness' cunt spurted out around Alfred's cock and balls, leaving him drenched in her clear lust, before trickling down to stain the ground beneath them. But what started off as one explosive orgasm flowed into a thicker squirt, which fanned and spread out as her pussy continued to suckling upon the thick length still throbbing in her pussy.

And all that was left was Sylrith, who looked down with her crimson eyes glowing bright. Staring back up at her was Alfred, who panted briefly... before shoving his fingers into her cunt with a sudden--

PAT!

“Nmph~! Fuck yeah!”

Then came over his thumb, which he hovered above her clit, and--

Flick!

Yeah. That was more than enough.

“Nngghh-hgaaaaaahhaa~~~!”

SQUUUUUIIRRRRRTT!!!

From Sylrith's twitching folds she unleashed her feminine juices; all over Velyth's face. The lilac dragoness laid there beneath her fellow dragon, letting her stain her face in her erotic juices, which left her features glistening. She squirted, and she squirted, and she squirted a little bit more... before her release trickled down into something lighter... looser... until finally...

“Aah...”

Thud...

Sylrith fell to the side, releasing Velyth from her amazonian body. There she laid on the ground, while Alfred slooooowwwwwlly pulled his hips back, drawing his cock from the lilac dragoness' thoroughly fucked pussy. Cum oozed from her pussy, before a few thick gushes 'Spurted!' out from her spent folds. He then sat there, reclining against the bed of coins beneath him, while his blue symbol of the serpent continued to glow upon his still rigid shaft.

Sweat oozed down Alfred's body as he panted for breath. Like... fuuuh... it had been a while since he's had a spirited tryst with two dragons at once. Now they laid before him, equally as drenched in sweat, his cum staining their bodies and faces, while they too gasped and panted for breath. In terms of sexual satisfaction, Sylrith and Velyth were satiated for days, perhaps even months to come. At the very least, Alfred could take pride in that.

But he wasn't here to merely fuck dragons. He is the Draco-Slayer, correct? He had to make complete sure that Sylrith was no longer a threat, be it to the people of San Polar, or anyone else.

So he rose up from the coins, his body staggering. Soft-brown eyes giving a subtle glow, he slowly approached Sylrith, who herself had recoiled from her squirting orgasm. Gripping the ground beneath her, the Scorchclaw – the most dangerous criminal in these lands – gazed upon the Draco-Slayer like she was gazing upon the brilliant body of Death himself. Teeth gritted, her tail twitched like a dog who's been caught doing something naughty. Even without summoning his magical might, Sylrith felt defeated and subjugated. There was nothing she could do, but...

“I'm sorry...”

Apologize.

Velyth's ears twitched as she heard the dragoness' words. She heard Sylrith apologize before, but that was in the throes of sexual passion when Alfred was busy 'slaying' her. For her to say it now when his powers hadn't been activated was... amazing.

But Sylrith didn't stop there. Getting onto her hands and knees, the Scorchclaw bowed her head before Alfred; a ceremonial gesture of repent in their culture. She was discarding her dragonic pride – if only for a moment – in order to truly ask for forgiveness. And the icing on the cake...

“Please forgive me...”

Those words were mightier than any fireball she had ever flung at Velyth. They were so mighty, that the lilac dragoness could barely stand. She just sat there, watching as Sylrith begged for forgiveness from the Draco-Slayer, who stood there without a word.

“You... shouldn't apologize to me,” Alfred said... as he instead pointed towards Velyth, “You should apologize to her. Apologize to your sister.”

“S-sister!?” Velyth repeated, her body launching upright like she'd been stricken by a bolt of lightning, “S-s-s-sister! D-d-did...!? Did you say sister...?” eyes wide, she looked left and right in disbelief, “H-h-h-how did you kn-kn-kn-know!?”

“Weeeeeell...” Alfred replied with a hapless grin as he looked at her, “It wasn't too hard to notice. I figured you two were siblings. Your colors may be different, but you have the same body types. And, well...” he chuckled, “When you asked me to spare Sylrith, I figured the only reason you'd do that is because you had some familial attachment to her. Seeing her face to face helped confirm that.”

Velyth's expression blanked upon hearing this. Was it that easy to tell? No one in San Polar seemed to be aware of the fact that the two dragonesses were sisters, and if they did, they never brought it up. It was a closely guarded secret that the two were sisters; twins no less. Now it was out in the open, and, well, Velyth felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

Finally, this secret she had been burdened with was known by at least one another person, and she felt so good.

But, that wasn't the purpose of this moment. Slowly, Velyth drew her eyes over towards Sylrith, who had shifted her body to face her fellow dragoness. And for the first time in a long time, crimson eyes met azure ones in a moment outside of battle. The two sisters gazed at one another for what felt like forever, before Sylrith bowed her head once again.

“Please, Sister... forgive me.”

That word. Sister. It was so strong. Velyth didn't need to think.

In a purple and blue blur, the lilac dragoness tackled her sister to the ground, hugging her tight.

“IforgiveyouIforgiveyouIforgiveyouIforgiveyouIforgiveyou!!!!”

“Okay! Fuck! Damn! I get it!” said Sylrith as she fruitlessly attempted to push her sister away, “Gods! Why the hell are you so strong!”

Watching the two sisters embrace, Alfred began to laugh and chuckle. Sylrith had been made to understand the error of her ways, and the people of San Polar will know continued peace. Another dragon had been 'slayed' by the Draco-Slayer, and everyone could sleep peacefully at night. That's a job well done in his book!

Speaking of which...

Alfred turned. Resting on the floor and pulsating with power was Wyrmwood. Lifting it up, the young wizard dusted off his tome of eromancy, before turning to face the two embracing sisters on the floor. Pausing their brief reunion, the twins gazed back at him, their heads tilted to the side.

“What now...?” asked Velyth, to which Alfred shrugged his shoulders.

“Don't know. Can't say,” he answered, “I think that's... something you two will have to answer for yourselves...” he shook his head, “People call upon me to deal with their dragon problems. Oftentimes on my journeys, I learn that there are more issues at play than just a dragon.”

Slowly, he approached the two, causing them to break their embrace. Reaching out his hands, he grabbed Velyth's hand and Sylrith's, where he squeezed them gently.

“You two are sisters... and Velyth clearly values that relationship. I'm sure if you work together, you two can do anything.”

Looking at Alfred, the two dragonesses shifted in light discomfort. The future ahead of them was scary, not only in terms of what to do about Sylrith, but also Velyth herself. She had kept the secret about their sisterhood for years now, but that no longer felt possible to hide. When they emerged from this temple, they would do so as different people; they both were aware of this.

“Velyth...” Sylrith mumbled as she faced her sister, “Should I just... leave?”

“Wh-what? N-no! You can't leave!” Velyth said as she shook her head, “I... haah...” her head then fell low, “I need you, Sylrith. Without you... ah... you're the only other dragon around. I'd be... so alone...”

“But what else can I do?” Sylrith replied, “The people of San Polar will never accept me, not after all the times I've terrorized them.”

“Maybe not,” Velyth replied, “Maybe... maybe they won't accept Sylrith, the Scorchclaw. But perhaps they will accept Sylrith, my sister.”

“Wh... what?” she shook her head, “Did you hit your head, you daft idiot? It doesn't matter if I'm the Scorchclaw or your sister; they'll hate me regardless!”

“I don't think they will...” said Velyth as she clutched her sister's hand, “If I vouch for you, they will listen, I know they will. But...” her hand then lifted up, where she pointed at Sylrith's nose, “You have to do the work on your end. Forgiveness begins with repenting. And it continues as you work for it. Not by punishing yourself, but by receiving your punishment from others, and working hard to do right what you once did wrong. Understand that.”

“Aaaaah... shit...” Sylrith mumbled, her hand palming her head, “This is embarrassing. I'd almost rather just get beheaded and get this shit over with.”

“H-hey! Don't say that!”

Sylrith continued to look to the side, an intense blush adorning her cheeks. She felt embarrassed and ashamed... but she ultimately accepted this. If she was going to have a fellowship with her sister, she had to first accept what she had done in the past was wrong... as annoying as it was to think about.

Bleh...

But Velyth's hand fell on her cheek, where she clutched her gently. Looking up, Sylrith came face to face with her sister... where a begrudged smile spread upon her lips. Without another word, the two moved in, embracing one another.

They would return to San Polar.

Together.

…

“So... do you think he'll do it? That Draco-Slayer guy? Do you think he'll actually be able to defeat the Scorchclaw?”

“Um... maybe not say that next to his partner?”

“Huh? Wha? Ooooooh...”

These two guards were pathetic. Quite honestly, all of these guards were pathetic. No wonder San Polar had issues; if these were the guys who needed to protect it, they needed a dragon!

Marzia's time in San Polar was quite annoying. It was a far cry from her days in the Desert of Palform. There, she was not unlike Sylrith; a bandit who assaulted those foolish enough to come into her territory, and steal generations of wealth as she did so. Now here she was, protecting this pathetic little town filled with people too poor to even be servants in an aristocrat’s manor.

Ah... but times do change, don't they? She underestimated Alfred and Wyrmwood, and she paid the price for her ignorance. But for as annoying as it was to protect these worthless weaklings, she could not deny that she derived a certain sense of satisfaction from it all. And for a woman(/dragon) who has lived as long as she has, this is a compliment.

Marzia walked slowly through the village of San Polar. She was completely out of place with the town around her, being dressed in those exotic red robes that clung close to her voluptuous body. She not only looked like some beautiful debutante, she exuded the aura of one as well, with no one being courageous enough to speak in her presence.

No one... except for him.

“Sir Kibble,” said Marzia as she approached the town's gatehouse, “Decided to descend from your lookout?”

“Miss Marzia, hello,” said the veteran knight as he bowed his head in her direction, “I saw something in the distance through the ash and mist. Someone is coming towards the gate, and I have in mind who they may be.”

“Oh. My darling and Lady Velyth may have returned?” replied Marzia with a nod, “Good, good. Then let us not keep them busy. Open the gates!”

“Yes. Right away.”

While normally hesitant to open the gates without Velyth around, Sir Kibble trusted Marzia's instinct. Besides, the old knight was smart enough to know when a person was clearly more than meets the eye. So with his commands, the other guards began twisting gears, sending that loud 'Gunk! Gunk! Gunk!' through the air. Soon after, the gates of the wall began opening up, exposing the ash-covered forest on the other end.

Marzia walked through the gates soon after, with Sir Kibble and a group of other guards following behind. They were then joined by many of the villagers, who all heard the gates being opened, and wondered if Velyth and the Draco-Slayer had returned. Everyone waited with baited breaths to see if they were victorious and Sylrith had been killed, or if they were returning in failure.

Instead – as the figures in the mist grew more defined – they realized that something out of their wildest imaginations had occurred.

Walking towards them was Alfred. Velyth was at his side to his left. And on his right, blushing and looking away, was Sylrith. Stunned gasps left the lips of those who watched them walk forward, save for Marzia and Sir Kibble. The woman in red merely smirked, as if she had foreseen this happening days ago.

“What the hell is going on here?” said one of the guards.

“Shut. Up...” said Sir Kibble, before he and Marzia walked forward.

The two approached the trio, with Alfred, Velyth and Sylrith all coming to a stop. For a moment, an awkward atmosphere hovered in the air around them, with Sir Kibble being in complete awe that he was mere feet away from Sylrith the Scorchclaw, and the air wasn't so hot that it would kill him. In fact, the defeated criminal appeared embarrassed as her cheeks were red with blush.

But then Velyth slid around to Sylrith's side. Hovering her lips beside her sister's ear, she whispered something to her, causing the Scorchclaw to groan in an exasperated manner. There was nothing more she could do. She just needed to get this over with.

So Sylrith stepped forward, approaching Sir Kibble and causing him to step back defensively. But he soon realized she wasn't here to strike him down. Instead, she bowed her head before him.

“Please. Forgive me.”

…

On the border town of San Polar, there are two dragons.

In centuries past, San Polar was once the location of a dangerous battle between two forces; the Republic of Vidor, and the Empire of Mireval. The sovereigns of Mireval were looking to increase their purchase of the land, invading and conquering territories in an act that continues to have rippling effects even now into the present day. Hundreds if not thousands of cultures and customs were erased overnight in a brutal assault, and the number of historical moments that have embedded themselves into the annals of history cannot be understated. And while the Empire of Mireval has long since collapsed under its own weight and no longer exists, the signs of its dominance remain even now.

Certain areas of the continent that had been so thoroughly sacked by the invading empire, have become near lawless wastelands of crime and villainy. Cruel acts of violence often befall those weak – or poor – enough to live here, with the word 'justice' being a distant concept. San Polar was no different. While protected by a grand wall that was erected to ward off the invading forces of Mireval, the wall – like the border town – had long since been abandoned by its country, left to rot and decay to time and erosion.

And yet, people still live within its borders, still call this town home, and – most astonishing of all – still find a way to live in peace. Were they rich? No, far from it. But were they safe? Were they protected? Yes. And it wasn't because of the Republic of Vidor's grand knights, or the god of protection's holy light.

In a way, they did have a deity, in this case, two goddesses. But instead of being of flesh and blood, or divine light and omnipotence, their goddesses were born of scales.

“Push harder, Scorchclaw!”

“I'm pushing! I'm pushing! Fuck! Grrrrrggh!”

San Polar was an impoverished village, but it was not so poor that it struggled to gain wealth. Quite the opposite, really; San Polar was perhaps one of the wealthier communities in this area. And that would be thanks to its main export of crops.

Within San Polar's borders there were a few farmlands. And while it may not be the healthiest fields in the world, they were still lively enough to produce a strong harvest of various vegetables and fruits such as cabbages, tomatoes, corn, grapes, and so much more. But to plant the seeds one must tow the fields.

Usually, Mr. Janden would use his horse and a tiller to prepare the fields. But now, things were different. Beryl – Mr. Janden's horse – was taking a much deserved rest within her stable. Instead, the person constrained with field duties today was a certain ash-white dragoness.

Around Sylrith's neck was a tillage machine, one she dragged with her superior strength. The teeth of the machine draaaagggeeeeeed through the ground, uprooting dirt and gravel to make the earth ready for sowing. This was her first job for the day, for afterwards, she needed to go to the next field over to help Mrs. Wakemen collect the various crops that had ripened. That would take a few hours, before she'd need to return to these fields in order to sow them. And after that, well, she needed to help someone named Logan with his butcher shop, and...

Aaaahh!

Putting it lightly, Sylrith had a lot on her plate today. But instead of rampaging and setting San Polar ablaze, she performed her duties without hesitation. A lot of complaining, yes, but no hesitation. For this was her first steps to gaining the forgiveness of the people of San Polar. Were they completely onboard with her? No, none of them were. But they were willing to give her the chance. And if not for Sylrith, then at least for her sister.

Velyth stood at the edge of the farmland, watching her twin tow the fields under Mr. Janden's watchful eye. Her expression was gleeful, her hands clapping together excitedly for what she saw. She'd had dreams of this moment in the past, but they were so outlandish that even her dream self couldn't believe them. But to now be experiencing it, ah, the lilac dragoness needed to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn't dreaming!

“You're doing great, Sylrith!” Velyth shouted at her sister, “Keep going!”

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!” the Scorchclaw shouted back, making her twin giggle.

Up and down Velyth hopped in place, unable to contain her excitement. While she was sure it would take time for Sylrith to get used to her new lot in life, the lilac dragoness was going to help her sister acclimate to it. Because that's what sisters do, right? And she had only one person to thank for this change in their lives.

“So... how are things going?”

And he had arrived right on time.

Her hands clasped together, Velyth turned to her side. Walking up was the Draco-Slayer, a smile on his face and his glasses shining in the light of the day. When he approached her, the lilac dragoness found it difficult to contain herself, causing her body to bounce up and down excitedly.

“Oh, Mr. Alfred... I... oh... I'm at a loss of words,” said Velyth whilst prodding her fingers, “What you've done for not just our village, but for me... there... ah... my vocabulary simply isn't big enough to encapsulate my adoration for you.”

“Ah... you're too kind,” Alfred replied with a dismissive shake of his head, “While I may have 'slayed' the Scorchclaw, it was your love as a sister that set her on the right path, and led the people of San Polar to give her a chance at redemption. That doesn't happen often, I assure you.”

“Hm... I thank you for your kind words,” said Velyth with a bow of her head, “Nevertheless, you are being far too humble, Mr. Alfred. What you did for us – what you did to us – I will never forget.”

“Heh heh... yeah... I kinda... have that effect on dragons,” said Alfred with this blushing smile on his lips, “At the end of the day, I'm just happy that I could help.”

“Darling!” a voice suddenly called from the distance.

Both Alfred and Velyth straightened up and faced the area where the voice came from. Some yards away was the Draco-Slayer's caravan, already fully stocked and ready to go. And standing outside of said caravan, her arms crossed with this annoyed look in her eye was Marzia. She clearly had her fill of San Polar and was ready to leave, causing Alfred to nod.

“I suppose that is my cue,” said the Draco-Slayer before he turned to face the lilac dragoness at his side, “Farewell, Velyth. Both for you, and for Sylrith.”

“Hnm... m-much you leave now,” she whimpered, her cheeks puffed out cutely, “C-couldn't you and Miss Marzia stay a little while longer?”

“We've already stayed a few days longer than we intended,” he replied, “And I don't think I can convince Marzia to stay any longer...” he leaned in, “I think it's obvious that she's not really a fan of San Polar.”

“Hmm... I suppose you're right...” said Velyth as she deflated momentarily... only to straighten up, “Still... I feel the need to thank you once again, Mr. Alfred. Your aid was indispensable, and I'll never forget it. Now will I ever respect you any less.”

“Heh heh... thanks, Lady Velyth,” he replied with a bow, before he started walking off, “Until next time.”

“W-wait! Before you go!” she replied whilst grabbing his hand, “M-may I ask you a question?”

“Hm? Of course. What's on your mind?”

“I... ah... I...” she stammered, before taking a deep breath, “Fuuuh... when I originally heard tales of your exploits, I heard a story about how you seemingly convinced a wyvern to abandon its criminal ways. And that when the people visited the nest where the wyvern roosted at, the beast had seemingly vanished. If I may... where did that wyvern go?”

Alfred looked at her, his cheeks turning red. For a moment, he did not answer her, instead gazing to the side as this sheepish and bashful smile adorned his lips. What a curious face. Confused, Velyth tilted her head, wondering what was going through the young wizard's mind. But before she could ask, he looked back at her, and gently grabbed her hand into his.

“Let's just say...” he answered, “That I have given the many dragons I have come across in my journey, a new place to call home.”

“A... new place to call... home...?” she repeated, “A-and where... hnn... where is this place?”

Alfred did not answer. Instead, he clutched her hand as he held it, and lifted it close to his face. Bent over with eyes closed, the Draco-Slayer planted a kiss upon the back of Velyth's hand, causing her to shudder. He then looked up at her and gave a sly wink before saying,

“If you or your sister ever feel lonely, and long for a place to belong... you'll find me sooner rather than later,” he then pulled back, releasing her, “Farewell, Lady Velyth. Until next time.”

“Hnn~ until next time... Draco-Slayer.”

Standing there, Velyth watched as Alfred walked off, while his words replayed in her mind. A place where dragons can call home? A place where dragons won't feel alone. A place where dragons will belong.

Does such a place exist? Yes, she was sure of it. But... for as amazing as that place no doubt is, it was not the place for her. No. Velyth's place was here, in San Polar, with the people who looked up to her as a bastion of divinity and protection. So long as they need her, she will be here to protect them. And now, she no longer needed to do so alone. For now, her sister had returned to her, and they were stronger together than they were apart. Of that, she was sure.

So as Alfred walked off, Velyth turned to face Sylrith in the fields. She then paused... and rubbed her belly.

Yes. Their futures were looking bright!