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The Dragon's Toy

The dark cavern loomed around Velk, as he stroke forwards with as much dignity as he could muster. The light from his oculus lamp shone off of the gold thread woven into his clothes as well as the streaks of silver in his hair while his curled shoes patted against the smooth dusty floor. His heavy sealed decanter was safely tucked away in his pack adorned with innumerable pockets, weighing uncomfortably against his back as he let loose a hacking wheeze that grew into a full-fledged fit of coughing. His lip curled up in a sneer as he spat pink phlegm to the ground, adjusted the straps of his cumbersome pack, and continued on.

He had come close to unraveling the secrets of the universe, while his body had began to unravel itself. If he had time, that most precious of all elements, he wouldn't have to depend on anyone. But he didn't, and desperation had made him increasingly bold.

The faint breeze in the cavern shifted, as it had been doing for the past hundred paces or so. He angled the lens of his lamp up towards the yawning ceiling above him, placid blue eyes noticing the scrapes and scratches on the stone, even stories above him. This was definitely the place. He was getting close. There were pitch black burns along the floor, scorched sections larger than his body, some rising up and staining the thick stalactites and stalagmites that littered the massive cavern.

Velk walked on slowly, thick canvas straps digging into his shoulders as he trudged on, upper lip stiff under his bushy mustache. The cavern began to widen before the beam of his lamp encountered a looming wall in front of him, worn smooth in huge polished patches. But that was easily ignored as something twinkled and he turned the light to the right. An innumerable wave of shining wealth rose before him, statues and immaculately organized stacks of coins, woven tapestries interlaced with metal threads, and all of it gleaming with the luster of gold and precious stones.

As the wealth reflected in his eyes, the wind changed directions behind him again, faster than it had before. He looked over his shoulder, almost falling back as an inky eyelid the size of a plate opened, slitted pupil dilating in the center of an iris blazing brighter than any of the gold had.

"And what does such a pitiful creature think it's doing in Malcifern's cave?" The creature's breath carried a sulfurous stink as its booming words caused the alchemist's hair and clothes to flutter in the draft.

Velk regained his composure quickly, willing his knees to stop shaking. "Oh mighty dragon, I have come here bearing gifts of gold . . ." He prostrated himself, hands white knuckled as he felt the huge creature's breath waft over him with a windy sniff.

"Lies do not become you mortal." The dragon bellowed, great scaly wings scraping at the ceiling. "I smell nothing but the foul stench of your human works, and your body beginning to turn against you." Embers crackled out of the massive beast's lips as it hissed.

"Ahh, but my trade is that of alchemy, oh noble beast. And I can produce for you the purest gold, if you would but spare a dying man a moment."

The dragon's eyes narrowed in curiosity as its serpentine neck stretched forwards towards the man. "If this man has something to show Malcifern, then he had best do it soon, or Malcifern will end what this man's sickness has begun . . ."

"You are infinitely merciful, oh great one." Velk smiled in the shadows as he looked down and hurriedly undid the buckles of his pack, pulling back the padded lining before delicately hauling out the great plate glass decanter with a pale orangish liquid sloshing around inside of it. His heart was hammering, and the smoke from the dragon's ire stung his throat as he tried to calm his breathing. He swallowed his fit of coughing with a wheeze as he set the substance on the stone floor.

"This is no gold, child." The dragon tapped a great claw on the slate floor, like it was a great black chisel. "I will not be misled by some peasant conjurer's delusions." Its tail slid across the floor behind it like a malignant writhing black tree trunk.

"Not as such, oh eternal lord." The corner of the dwarfed man's lip curled up despite his terror. If he were to die now, at least it would be quick. "For there is a way to coax the noble metal from the solution of tyrants." His hands shook, a combination of illness and nerves as he gathered the reagents for the catalyst.

"Then coax quickly, human. Malcifern grows bored." The great looming beast huffed, smoke glowing in the beam of the alchemist's lamp.

In a glass saucer, Velk measured the proper amount of the solvent. Everything else he had doled out before, and so he set to his craft with gusto. The clear liquid blazed yellow as he stirred in the small blue grains of nitrate, then frothing and hissing into green as he added equal parts sulfur and saltpeter from a dual necked bottle, allowing them to be mixed at exactly the same time. He used his forceps to raise the hissing dish, waiting for a hint of orange to creep into the solution before theatrically pouring it into the large vat in front of him.

The flash of light reflected in the dragon's eyes as they narrowed, watching the entire solution go milky pale violet. Its huge nostrils huffed in curiosity at the acrid caustic cloud of chemical stench that Velk pulled back from. Soon, the bottom of the solution began to gleam with a growing metallic sheet that shone in the dim light with a yellow luster. There was pounds of the stuff, the last of the alchemist's fortune spent to throw himself on the mercy of the supernatural beast.

"Here, oh great one." Velk reached down into the glass vat with his pliers quickly, the base metal darkening with corrosion as he pulled out the odd jagged plate of precious metal and tossed it towards the dragon's talons with a ringing clack. "More pure than anything touched by the hands of men. True undiluted gold, retrieved from the solution of tyrants, though none thought it could be accomplished." An almost boastful tone crept into his voice.

"Did they . . .?" The dragon sounded supremely unconcerned as it pinched the hunk of heavy dripping metal in its gleaming talons, bringing it up to its lips and licking out at it with the slightly forked tip of its thick fleshy tongue. Velk made as if to stop the beast: The tyrant's solution was a powerful acid . . . But even though there was an odd hissing sizzle, the dragon didn't seem perturbed in the least.

"It's hardly artistic." The dragon rolled it between his oddly nimble monstrous digits. "And few would call it beautiful." The beast glowered down at the alchemist with its baleful gaze. "But it is gold, and tastes like you have spent your life on it." It gnawed at the puck between its sword- like teeth thoughtfully. "What is it that you want of Malcifern, son of man." The black dragon's voice dripped with unsaid threat as it folded its wings and craned its neck down to look at Velk, like a malignant scaled wall with hypnotizing golden eyes for windows.

"You are so kind, most noble of . . ."

"Get on with it!" The dragon's roar almost knocked Velk from his feet, leaving his ears with a high pitched ring as he clenched a hand at the hem of his coat, smoothing the fabric as he cleared his throat, and continued with as much fervor as he could muster . . . It wouldn't do to show weakness now.

"Unlike you, my body is failing while my mind remains strong."

The dragon chuffed noisily, smoke drifting from its scaly muzzle.

"I have discovered things that most men couldn't even dream of, but this cursed form holds me back from greatness. I could harness the elements: The world!" His pale blue eyes gleamed with the thirst for knowledge and power.

"Malcifern cares not for the affairs of the world of man, much less a single sickly one." Tail whipping about slowly in the darkness, the dragon yawned, a talon scraping the rough golden plate across the slate floor disinterestedly.

"But this man could help you." Velk's hands raised up, fingers spread wide. "With the proper reagents, gold can be spun from lead, or even thin air!" He wheezed, coughs spilling from his lips, bending him double. He swallowed the metallic tang of oxidized ferrite in the air before continuing as well as he could. "All of his . . . All of my services would be at your disposal, oh noblest of beasts. And I could make your hoard dwarf that of any other in the history of your kind."

"Hmm, you seem to have dedication . . ." The dragon rumbled, stepping forwards over the man. "This is often more rare than gold." It craned its massive head down, huge nostrils sniffing at the human inquisitively. "You would devote yourself to Malcifern completely?"

"If you could but grant me a form that was eternal while my mind remained my own, I would promise my very soul to you. I merely need the time to learn, and refine my methods . . ." The alchemist grinned, taking a small nervous bow. If the dragon was as greedy as he'd been told, this was an offer that it couldn't refuse. And if Velk had centuries to work, he could surely learn to someday deal with the dragon itself . . .

A toothy lethal grin split the dragon's massive muzzle. "This would require an oath, small one. Do you promise your entire self to me, human, if I grant your request? If I give you an eternal body to house your simple human mind?" The dragon's golden eyes glared at him hungrily.

"I do so solemnly swear." The man looked up defiantly as the dragon raised a talon, darting in and slashing down at him. The blow could easily have taken off his arm, but instead, it just ripped through the sleeve of his baggy coat, nicking the flesh below it so that a glistening crimson drop hung from the end of the great ebon reptile's claw as Velk clutched at his bleeding forearm.

"Malcifern accepts your oath human." The beast raised its other forelimb above Velk, one claw squeezing in at the gap between two plate-thick scales. A heavy trickle of deep red draconic blood dribbled down onto the shocked alchemist as the dragon licked its claws clean of both their bloods, the deep reds streaking its fleshy pink barely forked tongue. Velk's body shook as he winced, the dragon's crimson essence hot enough to singe his flesh, even as it cooled, matting his hair and the hand that covered his wounded arm.

"Now, you will wait." And with that, the dragon turned around with a sinuous grace that seemed impossible for a creature of its looming size, black matte scales immediately lost in the darkness of the cave, replaced by the sounds of scales sliding against slate.

"My thanks." Velk wheezed. Clutching his arm, the alchemist swallowed heavily. There was the feel of elation creeping up in the back of his throat. It had all happened so suddenly . . . His mind raced over the simplicity of it all, curiosity replacing desperation. With its long life and control over the very fibers of the elements themselves, the dragon would certainly have methods to transfigure one such as himself, though through what methods Velk could only speculate. Perhaps he could learn from this. He made a mental note to remember everything with as detailed mnemonics as possible.

After a moment of silence, the rustling in the darkness grew louder as the dragon crawled back into the light with its flexible reptilian gait, a strange leather sack clutched in one scaly hand, jostling as if filled with liquid like some sort of giant's bota covered in red and black sigils and glyphs. "You will drink this now." The dragon tossed the jostling sack towards the man, indomitable presence again looming over him, but now with almost palpable expectation.

"You are most kind, my liege . . ." The leather water sack must have held nearly sixty quarts, it was nearly the size of the man himself . . . The material was of the softest suede, stitched from some huge animal Velk had never heard mention of. "Might I ask . . ."

"Drink!" The dragon bellowed with a thunderous flap of its wings, mouth searing like a furnace. "Or do you wish to renege . . .?" Its claws dragged up sparks as they scraped through the solid stone beneath it, making very clear what it thought of explaining itself.

"Of course not, lord of lords. I merely . . ." Velk thought better than trying to explain himself, and reached down instead. The sack was too large for him to lift, so he stood it up as best he could. Surely that lizard didn't think that a man could ingest such a quantity of anything . . . He pulled the heavy wax sealed cork stopper back, marveling at the carved spiral handle of unidentifiable hard wood. When he peered inside, he was unable to see anything but inky blackness, although he swore he could hear the liquid sloshing about just at the edge of his hearing. Upon a cursory sniff, it smelled oddly bitter, with a mineral quality that he couldn't place.

"You are testing Malcifern's patience, human . . ." Tail thumping against the ground like a disgruntled giant's footsteps, the dragon sneered a sulfurous plume of displeasure.

There was no way he would be double crossed . . . Surely the dragon's greed would keep him safe . . . He pressed his lips against the wooden mouthpiece and pulled it down slightly, letting the unseen viscous substance slide towards his pursed lips as he squinted in the gloom

Velk gagged almost immediately. It was like trying to swallow a wriggling lump of quicksilver, thick and seemingly unwilling to part from the rest of the mass. His face screwed up. As the smooth cool surface undulated against his tongue it tasted of copper, bitter sap, and some musky animal presence that reminded him of the dragon in the strangest of ways even as the heat from the dragon's drying blood pulsed against his skin.

"Already you disappoint . . ." Malcifern sighed, neck swinging in to glare. His massive clawed hand swooped in, wrapping around the man before he could protest, shoving his face against the opening of the giant watertight sack with enough force that the substance rushed into his mouth in a foul jiggling stream. Velk tried to pull back, but the scaly finger pressing at the back of his head might well have been made of reinforced steel for all the good it did. He gagged and choked, the tinny musk filling his mouth as the ebon jelly rushed down inside of him like it had a will of its own.

The alchemist's belly bulged, going taut and rippling as he struggled. His nostrils huffed in terror as his arms flailed. Surely this was what death felt like . . . but oddly, through his panic he could feel no pain, just the jiggling warmth as he gagged, more of the ebon substance rushing into him. The dragon casually shoved him harder, sighing as if the whole process was taking too long for its tastes. Velk could feel the fluid sloshing around inside of him as if it had a mind of its own, like iron filings following a magnet. He tried to shout, but that just caused more of the viscous smokey substance to rush eagerly down his esophagus.

"Malcifern has no time for recalcitrance, human . . ." The great black reptile glowered, grabbing the barely lessened sack in one hand and Velk in the other, quickly inverting them so that the great liquid filled bag hung above the man. His cheeks bulged as the stream of substance became a torrent and then a deluge, rushing into him with sinister purpose. The pressure hurt. His insides strained as he nearly passed out, but then the sensation started to change in completely unexpected ways.

The alchemist swore he could feel the liquid coursing around inside of him, not just rushing down his gullet, but also creeping up his arms and rising in his chest. This was impossible, of course, as that would surely kill him, but he remained acutely aware, lips forced against the quickly deflating bag. His chest was bulging as well as his stomach now, his limbs feeling oddly loose and wobbly as he desperately tried to gasp for air. Velk swore that he could feel the stuff sifting around under his skin, sinking into his flesh as it slithered inside of him.

Out of all of it, the most foreign sensation was the tightness between his legs, his member almost wriggling as it hardened, sending odd resonating pleasure rippling through him. He hadn't chased the pleasures of the flesh since he initially dedicated his life to the art of alchemy, but this . . . The warm creeping pleasure was undeniable, even as the dragon wrung out the empty leather vessel, forcing the last surge of the mystery liquid down his aching stretched jaws.

He fell to the hard stone floor, gasping for breath, his stomach bulging out of his coat, the rest of his garments tight against his body. "What . . . What did you do . . .?" He wheezed.

"Do not address me casually, mortal. You are mine now . . ." The dragon tossed the empty bota to the side, leaning down to look at the man with a wicked glint in its golden eyes.

"F-forgiveness, lord. It's just I . . ." His body was feeling cool, even though he was sweating profusely, an icy trickle trailing down his spine. "I've never seen a substance with properties such as . . ." He paused, throat contracting as he fought back the desire to wretch. "This." He undid the brass buttons around his cuffs subconsciously as his mind swam and the dark walls of the cavern all seemed to writhe around him.

"It is none of your concern. This is something Malcifern won long ago, requiring an iron will to to work: to make something suitable for a dragon." The beast sniffed in above the prostrate alchemist, watching dark inky patches creep into his old parchment-like human skin. "Malcifern does only as he intends. Know this." The tyrannical reptile chortled a low deep rumble that echoed throughout the cavern.

The alchemist was finding it increasingly harder to breathe, and to move. He tried to pick his hand up off of the floor. Instead there was a wet schlorp, and he stared down in horror, the dark goo dripping down, fingers melting before his eyes. It didn't hurt though. It should have, but the wobbling waves of pleasure were still bouncing around inside of him. The terrifying sensation spread through him, like his melting body was not his own. "Master, Something is . . ." He didn't dare say wrong . . . "My hand!"

"Patience, pet. You need to be cured yet."

"Cured, yes I . . ." Velk's voice halted as he heard a great rumbling intake of breath, like the rush of air surging into a forge's billows. "Wait please!" He screamed in terror.

His protests were drowned out by an unrelenting column of blue-orange flame that engulfed his body, illuminating the cave like daylight. The man's form was completely obscured, his screams echoing in the dancing shadows, the heat more intense than anything found in nature. He had been betrayed, the shock of his miscalculated trust surging tingling adrenaline into his veins, but the strange thing was the surge of pain from the heat had been instantaneous. Perhaps his nerves had been denatured by the fire . . . But he could still feel, the impossible heat seeping into him, his clothes incinerating, his charred skin tightening, creaking as it darkened. And the worst thing, the pleasure, the tingling throb from the stuff that he had swallowed was increasing, tying his stomach in knots with an unknown need: some unfulfilled desire as he breathed in the volcanic sulfurous fumes, his lungs charring as the licking hot flames caressed his entire body.

The fire halted as suddenly as it had begun, the dragon licking its superheated teeth with a devilish hiss, smoke billowing from its huffing slitted nostrils. Velk slowly unwrapped his hands from his face, feeling ash and char crinkle on his skin. Every inch of him had been singed, his pack disintegrated, metal tools melted into pitted solidifying splatters on the ground. "How . . ." His voice wavered as he touched a burnt scabrous patch on his arm. He almost pulled back, feeling the heat radiating from his form. Instead though, he scratched at it, peeling the charred patch back. Again, it should have hurt, he should have screamed in agony . . . But instead the tearing sensation was oddly satisfying. No red blood dripped from the ostensible wound, instead Velk's eyes widened. Under the charred patch was glistening dark black flesh with a faint patterning of scales.

"Malcifern has warned you about questioning him, pet." The dragon knocked the man to the ground with a lazy swat of a scaled talon. The massive impact sent him sliding across the floor, tumbling head over heels as he screamed, limbs flopping around him like a doll's. Despite the lethal force, when he opened his eyes Velk found himself knocked and pinned to the floor, naked body squeezed under the huge creature's claws. "The human form does not take well to eternity. Something more draconic would be better suited to your new role." The beast's body undulated with savage grace as it pulled the alchemist back along the ground, until he rest on his back, staring up at the imposing creature.

Velk was still alive. Despite the dragon's punitive tone, the strange tonic had allowed him to survive dragon-fire, which not even his glass or steel had done. A wide grin crept into the edges of his charred lips while he looked down at where his singed husk-like skin had been torn . . . He was becoming draconic, invincible, immortal. "Yes, my lord." His tone was manic despite his position. The very idea of becoming closer to that black scaly form sent shivers of pleasure through his body. "You were quite right." His mind wandered as he looked up to where the lamp light reflected off of the beast's scales. He wanted to be closer to that, to feel it, to taste it . . . His hand absentmindedly scratched at his other arm, chunks of ash falling from him and revealing more oddly pliant black flesh embossed with the patterns of reptilian scales.

"Of course." The dragon scoffed, almost as if the idea of being wrong was a foreign concept. It leaned down, observing the man as Velk prodded himself, unable to resist peeling off more of his charred carapace from his arms. Malcifern's eyes glinted as he saw the man beginning to pant, huffing in air like a hound after a scent. The true magic was starting to work . . .

A rich deep scent was seeping into Velk's senses as he scratched the rest of the itchy char from his arms almost unthinkingly. It was distractingly alluring, a powerful musky blend of pitch, loam, and brimstone. The smell made his altered heart pulse and throb with a low powerful beat as if his blood were made of molasses. His thoughts should have been racing, taking in every finite clue as to how the potion had worked. Instead, they were lagging behind the insatiable need rising from his senses. It took his focus away from his new flesh, which despite the patterning of dark scales, was yielding and rubbery.

"Hmm. Malcifern has a job for you, pet . . ." The huge dragon curled its body, sliding onto its side in a strangely serpentine way. Its tail curled in, tumbling Velk across the floor towards the creature's scaly bulk. Again, it seemed the impact should have damaged the man, but he ended up merely disoriented on his hands and knees. "No other of my kind has even entered this place. They value what is mine too greatly." The great black reptile explained, lounging on its side casually, one great set of claws sliding down its belly, clacking against its great scales. "But now I have one I can trust . . ."

"Of course, master . . ." Velk smiled, nearly panting. The creature was far too trusting, and large, and dominant . . . Strange thoughts of getting closer and feeling those scales against his flesh percolated through his otherwise logical mind as he huffed in breaths between words.

"So, your first and only job." The dragon's claws ticked down under its tail, slowly stroking the horizontal slit between its hind legs. "Is to please . . ." Its black claws scraped along the edges of its scaly cloaca, banded muscles twitching under its armored skin.

"Sir?" Velk wasn't sure he understood, even as he licked his lips, watching the claws slide against the powerful scaly hole, taking in the deep dark scent of draconic musk greedily.

"You heard me, pet. Malcifern has not laid with one of his kind in well over a century." The creature's trunk-wide tail patted against the floor irritably, making its scaly slit pulse. "Your purpose is only to please."

"Right. Yes . . . Sire . . ." The alchemist's words trailed off as he looked up at the twitching fissure of dragon-flesh. It was nearly as long as he was tall, doubly daunting as the changed human didn't know where to begin pleasing a reptile . . . He stepped forwards, reaching out tentatively and resting a charred hand on a raised rounded scaly edge.

"You are testing my patience . . ." Malcifern growled, wings unfurling as its nostrils smoked.

Velk's hands pressed in, feeling the corded muscles tense as he gripped tightly against a taut edge. That cloying scent just made it impossible to think, dark rich aroma making his entire body pulse in need, almost in time with the scales under his hands. If he could capture that aroma, bottle that perfection, he would be the richest man on the continent . . .

"Already you disappoint." With a sigh, the dragon reached a taloned hand behind the man, squeezing his entire body against the quivering fissure of flesh. The char along the man's form began to crack hard char flaking off, revealing more quivering black scales.

Velk struggled, breath huffing against the scaled slit as his face was ground forcefully against it. He could feel the edges beginning to bulge and well out slightly as his entire body was mashed against the musky crevasse. Instead of feeling bones breaking, the man's body contorted oddly, squeezed and stretched under the immense power of the dragon's claws. It was degrading in a way that Velk had never considered possible. Filthy and disgusting, being used: squeezed up against the odoriferous slit. But the emotion that roiled in the pit of his stomach wasn't anger. His contorting inhuman insides thrummed with a strange tight pleasure, reveling in the musk and pulsing muscles of his master: loving the sensation of being used . . .

"Yesss." The dragon hissed as a scaled finger shoved against the back of the man's half-resisting head, his scaled cloaca taut and quivering for a moment before Velk's head sank into the fleshy crevice up to his shoulders. The man tried to scream, to thrash and pull back, but that just seemed to make the engulfing walls pulse tighter around his head in inhumanly powerful spurts. The dragon's talons chipped away at his back as the charred crust rippled, and two tiny vestigial wings fluttered out with pathetic desperation. His hands pulled and scraped at the edges of the grasping slit, stimulating the beast further as the ash flaked off everything but the tips, which remained as burnt black claws, scrabbling noisily, punctuating his muffled shrieking moans.

Those moans were changing in timbre though, becoming longer and more drawn out, gasping guttural groans as something hot and pliant rubbed against Velk's face in the fleshy darkness. The taste and smell were indescribably powerful, leaking directly into his brain as his tongue slid out almost of its own accord, lapping at the pink swelling mass. It was the most delicious thing, virile basic flavor blazing through him, making his body throb all the way down to the wriggling black mass in his center, which pulsed and expanded inside of him. The dragon's slit became tighter and tighter, his head squeezed in a vice-like grip before it was forced out from the dragon's clenched cloaca, followed by the gigantic pulsing pink tip of the male creature's enormous member.

Velk was shocked, taking in a gasping breath, head coated in dripping musky slit-fluid, staring at the pink writhing chiseled tip that tugged from side to side slightly as it everted further and further, making the dragon's cloaca bulge around it. "There. Now you've started. Are you not pleased to serve your master?" Malcifern grinned, wicked fangs showing as he stared down at the man. "Does it not make your insides writhe to please Malcifern?" Velk almost wished that he was gagging, but instead his tongue lit up, nearly sizzling it pleasurable sensation where it came into contact with the viscous pre that coated his scorched lips.

"I don't . . ." The alchemist panted, confused. Those words seemed to resonate through him, making his flexible body thrum and throb. His miniscule wings fluttered behind him, making him crane his head, confusedly looking down at himself. It all fit: he was being turned into a dragon . . . Or at least something dragon-like . . . But something wasn't quite right. He couldn't put his finger on it, mind swimming in the musky air.

"Oh, but you do." The dragon gripped the man, hoisting him up and rubbing him bodily against his pink writhing cock. The base was already wider than the once-human's waist, and still pulsing out larger. It stretched the beast's cloaca wide enough that Velk could see the clenched fleshy ring of the seductive creature's anus, tightening in pink fits as Malcifern's mighty cock jerked around against Velk's chest like it had a mind of its own, smearing him with thick salty dragon-pre as his struggles became less and less frantic, letting him feel the massive creature's heartbeat through its monstrous smooth engorged shaft.

With the intense grinding friction, the char scraped off from his chest aided by the thick seeping lubrication. It left him with a smooth draconic front, scaly pattern prominent on his ebon slick skin. The sensations of his new flesh were impossibly intense, reverberating through his entire body like waves in a wriggling jet pool. He was becoming more reptilian, human shape obscured by the obvious draconic influence, even if he still looked nothing like the great beast that ground him against its pink fleshy cock while the wriggling shaft strained and tugged out to its full daunting length, a good half again taller than the changing human.

"Yes . . . Now my toy is beginning to understand its place . . ." The pitch dragon rumbled, talons at the end of his spread feet grasping at the air. "Perhaps Malcifern should reward his toy . . ." He pulled the sopping man away from his cock, clear moisture beading up on his smooth scale-patterned flesh.

"I'm not your toy. I will serve you, but . . ." Velk staggered.

"Not my plaything, hmmm?" The dragon reached in, pressing him to his hands and knees with two scaled fingers. "Then you will need to change more, yes?" The fell beast seemed to be enjoying itself more and more, cock twitching as it mused idly.

"No. . . I don't know . . . What is haaaaaAAA!" Velk was interrupted as the beast leaned in, hot sulfurous breath puffing against his rump before the dragon's massive fleshy tongue licked out between his legs, faint slippery fork curling against his belly before grinding back in one long hot slide, grasping against his charred member before pulling back and teasing at his exposed anus. The pleasure was undeniable, his body writhing as patches of burnt flesh peeled back from his swelling posterior, revealed black flesh rounded and shapely, alluring as it wriggled and writhed.

As the man's body stretched larger and rounder, the char split into patches, some flaking off as other bits spread apart. He arched his back and moaned out, body vibrating as that thick slick pink tongue lapped at him, filling his mind with electric sensation. Velk's ass quivered as the dragon ground against him, and his hand wandered absentmindedly down between his thickening black thighs, fingers desperately wrapping around the charred husk of his cock. The stiff hard blackness felt alien in his palm even as he began to slide his hand up and down, remembering the early days of his youth as uncontrollable passion bubbled inside of him. The sensation was alien though, not nearly as pleasant as the engulfing tongue sliding against him. "This isn't right . . ." He mumbled as the dragon lavished him with sloppy measured affection.

"No, not yet . . ." Malcifern growled, lapping his tongue lewdly across his scaly chops, looking down at Velk's exposed thickening rump as it became more and more exaggerated. The human looked over his shoulder as if trying to make sense of his surroundings, his hand pumping fruitlessly below him, shame overshadowed by the surging need inside of him. The dragon leaned in, sniffing over his new possession, singeing breath puffing against Velk's ass as the ring of muscle bulged and clenched, beginning to swell and stretch, sensations multiplying. "But it is improving . . ." The ancient dragon's booming chuckle rang against the cavern's walls.

The alchemist wanted to focus, but all he could think about was how he longed for the feeling of that pink flesh against him again, sliding against his pliant yielding flesh. The thought made his insides quiver even as he tried to resist, some drowned inner voice being engulfed by ecstasy even as it urged caution. His legs braced against the ground, unable to stop touching himself even though it was bringing him less and less pleasure.

It was as if his charred cock pressing back against his body was the only thing he could feel, dimpling his dark malleable flesh. The sensation was odd enough to distract him as the dragon's head pressed in behind him again with a derisive snort. Velk's eyes flew wide open as the tongue slid up past his charred balls, straining against his ass for a halting moment before forcing its way into his sensitive needy ass in a slick muscular surge of motion.

This was impossible. There was no way such a huge fleshy tongue could have fit . . . But the man's body was oddly accommodating, stretching out and clenching around the shoving pink protrusion as the faintly forked fleshy tip strained against his strangely textured insides. The dragon rumbled a deep chuckle as the man moaned, stretching Velk out deeper and wider. The alchemist's attention turned completely to his electrically sensitive ass as the char flaked off completely and revealed his grotesquely stretched and impossibly sensitive anus, clenching and writhing almost of its own accord. Each muscular tremor sent an unthinkable wave of pleasure crashing against his mind, making his diminutive wings flutter uselessly.

Velk's tongue hung out, one hand braced against the ground, the other tugging fruitlessly at his cock. His body rocked as the dragon practically thrust its thick into him, making his hole bulge, edges welling out, scaled pattern distending, pulsing swollen and tight as it slowly changed. The overwhelmed man grasped harder and harder at his maleness, sparks flickering at the edge of his vision from the tongue writhing inside of him, feeling like it was stretching all the way up to his chest. "I need . . . I need . . ." He gasped, unable to enunciate, hand squeezing and pulling back at his cock with a sickeningly satisfying wrench, like the sensation of peeling the first scabrous strip of ash from his arm.

Without warning, the dragon surged forwards, tongue spreading his ass wider than should have been possible. The feeling of Velk's tortured edges squeezing and thickening drew the man's full attention, his insides impossibly sensitive, like the wriggling tongue was scraping over ridge after ridge of impossibly acute flesh inside of him. The sides of his anus bulged and distended, stretching out horizontally into something longer and more reptilian, welling edges quivering as the dragon lapped back as quickly as it had thrust in, leaving the puffy edges of an oversized black cloaca quivering in his wake.

There was a clatter below him as Velk staggered forwards, catching himself on his stubby claws. He looked down with hazy confusion, insides clenching longingly at the memory of the warm wriggling tongue. "What . . ." He shook his head, hanging it down and looking beneath himself. It was smooth . . . Barren and glistening. His eyes flickered back down, wide with panic, looking at the hard burnt remains of his human shaft and testicles lying on the floor, completely separated from his rubbery body. "What did you do!?" His voice cracked with panic, fear forgotten in his indignation.

"Hmm? Oh, Malcifern had little to do with that, pet. Your maleness is of no interest." The dragon chuckled with a sinister grin, reaching in with a paw. Velk tried to scrabble away, flopping over on his back as his diminutive wings fluttered pathetically. "This is what intrigues Malcifern . . ." His talons clacked against the stone, pinning Velk on either side as the dragon's thumb rubbed in at the engorged bulge of the human's huge engorged reptilian cloaca.

"That's not . . ." The alchemist's breath came out through his teeth as a hissing rush of air while the dragon's scaly digit ground at his tender puffy-edged entrance. "Y-you said you wouldn't change my mind . . . These feelings . . ." Velk gasped, feeling his wet slit quiver and throb, glistening to the wet lewd squelch of the digit grinding maddeningly against it. His back creaked and wriggled, uncomfortable against the ground even as the pleasure lanced through his body.

"The feelings are coming from your body, pet." The dragon squeezed in barely parting the scaly edges of the pliant cloaca. "You demanded to be able to learn, did you not? Malcifern will teach you your proper place . . . Under me." As the dragon ground in against the struggling man, a bulge pressed out under his quivering vaguely feminine entrance, tugging with every squelch of the huge beast's finger. The wide blunt growth strained, tugging, but failing to grow past a thick nub of a draconic tail, black and wriggling with an almost boneless flexibility. Its tugging throes betrayed the wild pleasure building up inside of the alchemist, stretching his cloaca out to massive draconic proportions even as he tried desperately to protest his grotesque mistreatment.

"But this isn't what you promised me! I was supposed to work for you . . ." Velk groaned out, trying to pull himself back from the claws, and having as much success as a fly trying to lift an armory. "I could make you gold!" He howled, wanting to get away, but at the same time, it felt so good, the slick teasing squelching driving him mad, making him hunger for more as he huffed in the dragon's rich masculine reek.

"Malcifern does not collect mere gold, fool." The huge beast scoffed with a flick of his massive tail. "Malcifern hoards value, gathering what others desire . . . And now, there is room for this dragon's own wishes as well . . ." He growled as his talons wrapped around the struggling man. The dragon folded his wings and rolled over onto his back with a thunderous whumph, fleshy thick cock jutting up against his black scaled belly. "This is why humans have such short lives: they focus on such trivial things." The dragon smiled, one hand reaching down, sliding a finger against his thick coiling maleness as he watched his potent musk continue to sink into the man's senses, changing him more and more. Velk's once-human body looked more and more like a plump squat version of a dragon, even though his features were dominated by the huge pulsing reptilian slit that made him look like more cloaca than man. "But you are not human anymore, pet. You are mine."

"No." Velk tried to deny the dragon's words, pliant body wriggling in his iron grasp as the human's eyes fixed on that throbbing spire of dragon-flesh, huffing in lungfuls of that heady volcanic musk. His mind was still his own, he could think, he could reason, but why was the only thing he could focus on that slippery reptilian maleness and the terrible aching emptiness inside of him? "I can do more . . . Please . . ." He licked his lips almost subconsciously, darkness seeping up his tongue as the tip split into a petite fork.

"That's true, pet. You can do so much more . . ." Malcifern growled, claws squeezing around him as he dragged his entire body once again against his cock. Velk tried to push himself back, but his feeble limbs only seemed to stimulate the dragon more, making the looming pink spire jerk and leak out a hot dribble of pre over his head. The dragon's lips curled up as the human's confused struggles wriggled against his massive shaft in a combination of disgust and need, his exaggerated cloaca pulsing and writhing with burning desire.

Malcifern laid back, sliding Velk up against his armor-scaled chest which rose with deep controlled breaths. The alchemist's wide eyes stared up at the dragon's chin before something nudged in behind him under his twitching nubby tail. He turned over his shoulder, mouth agape as he stared back at the chiseled twitching tip of the pink shaft, tracing down towards the thick throbbing base jutting from the beast's scaly cloaca. Every inch made his body writhe and quiver. "No . . . Please. It's not possible." Velk huffed out as the dragon's claws squeezed around him. The beast's shaft was taller than he was . . . But he couldn't stop staring at the thin skinned glistening length.

"Possibility is a mortal excuse." The dragon's deep voice scoffed. "Your body, though unfinished, is now eternal . . . Can't you see the possibilities, can't you feel them?" He mocked the human's once-high aspirations as he ground up with his powerful hips, tip of his cock prodding at the man's engorged reptilian entrance.

"No . . ." Velk tried to deny it, even as his feminine cleft wriggled and pined for that huge slick shaft to be shoved deep inside of him. "I don't . . ." He gritted his teeth, pulling from side to side as he tried to escape, neck thickening and pulling out into a more draconic form with a black scaled pattern seeping over his rubbery straining skin. His entire body was boiling with unrelenting desire, even as he tried to resist it, his logical faculties were failing him. "I . . ." His words turned into a moan that rose into a shout as the dragon pulled him back and rocked forwards, cock's tip flicking against his hole before ramming into him with a slick wet squelch as the black dragon's body tensed behind him.

"There . . . Now you can feel it." The dragon teased, ending his low deep words with a thrust of his hips, tapered tip of his cock tensing and pulling against the changed human's rubbery insides. "Hard to think about anything else with Malcifern deep inside of you, yes?" The dragon's claw stroked in under the alchemist's chin slowly, holding the man's head forwards. His cock shoved deeper and deeper, sinking impossibly far inside of the man as if his insides were nothing other than textured clenching pliant blackness.

A barely visible bulge pressed out through Velk's belly, his skin quivering inside and out, a shudder rippling through him while his entire being clenched and writhed. His limbs scrabbled uselessly, char flaking off of his legs as his thighs swelled up and his toes pressed out into weakly grasping reptilian talons. As the cock sank in deeper and deeper, its girthy base stretched the alchemist's rubbery feminine slit, forcing the hole wider and wider as it swelled out, becoming more puffy and exaggerated, fit for a dragon despite the man's minute size.

"Please . . ." Velk gasped, the cock taking up more and more space inside of him, feeling every pink turgid throb, every vaguely prehensile wriggle in immaculate detail. It was almost like it was physically pressing the thoughts from his head as he tried to think, replacing them with addictive slick hot pulsing bliss.

"Hmm, would you have Malcifern stop, toy?" The huge beast scoffed, pulling back as if to prove a point, cock sliding out of the changing man with a lewd pop.

It was as if someone had torn out Velk's soul itself, the sudden absence aching, painfully throbbing. "No! No . . ." The answer was automatic, a keening groan. He felt empty, useless . . . It was impossible not to protest, even if he couldn't focus on which feeling he was protesting as his increasingly stubby legs strained back against the scaly wall of rippling dragon-flesh behind him, elongated toes undulating wildly.

"Now you see what you were made for . . ." The dragon roared as he slammed forwards again, cock sinking halfway into the man in one sloppy slickened shove. The dragon's tail thrashed against the cave wall as Velk's own stubby tail wriggled and writhed while the cock pressed deeper and deeper inside of him. The dragon wrapped both hands around his flexible form and slamming him boldly down lower and lower. The writhing hot length felt like it was sliding up into his chest, throbbing base stretching his welling cloaca wider as Velk began to feel like more clenching hole than actual man.

The dragon began to yank back against his body, stretching his altered form out, forcing him down lower and lower over the slippery spire inside of him. It twisted and jerked out thick warm dribbles of pre that squelched and dripped from the edges of his throbbing female cleft. With every creaking strain, Velk's body became a little thicker and stretched longer while his limbs began to feel plump and useless, straining against the dragon's claws as he moaned. Malcifern's breaths were coming out in peppery huffs as he strained forwards, ramming in with his gargantuan hips, slithering turgid length filling the man deeper and deeper, chiseled tip pressing in behind his chest. It was as if instead of any organs, the only thing inside the man was a rubbery textured channel, stretched wider and longer as he clenched and writhed around the shaft impaling him with delicious jerking heat.

"Getting. Closer. Pet . . ." The dragon hissed, losing himself in the tight hot confines of his captive, black powerful body undulating against the floor of the cave. The once-human's body was forming a perfect seal, slick squelching suction making him pull in tighter and tighter as the beast pistoned into him. Velk's mind was ringing, both with pleasure and a warning that all of this was wrong. But all of his trepidation was buried under the pure prickling sensation of being stretched around that long jerking shaft: feeling every fleshy thrust twitch inside of him, every hot turgid foot pulse and throb as his own black slick body returned in kind almost automatically, suction deliciously tortuous as it pulled him tighter and tighter.

The desire welled up inside of him, tiny wings flapping feebly as his limbs pedaled. With a final roaring surge of motion, Malcifern yanked him down, pliant rubbery rump flush against his genital slit as the dragon's head pulled back and his great yellow eyes shut while he snarled. Velk could feel the shaft stiffening and arching inside of him, tip shoved up inside of his thick neck straining further and further before the dragon opened his huge jaws, brilliant blue orange flame crashing against the ceiling as he roared, internal testes clenched as he came.

The thunderous surge of thick dragon seed splattered into Velk, pulsing past his neck as he moaned. The huge claws clenched around him as the pearlescent dragon essence surged up into his mind. With the pulsing gouts, the human's head began to contort, his face pushed out, feeling the waves of virility pump him fuller and fuller. His jaws stretched wide, pushing haltingly forwards as the draconic seed surged, gaining reptilian prominence as he groaned and seethed with bliss. It was just too much, his entire body clenching and clamping down, coaxing the massive shaft lodged inside of his inky black depths onwards as the hot milky male ecstasy began to leak from the sides of his stuffed feminine orifice.

The miniscule exaggerated dragoness moaned as he was filled more and more, face pushing out into a prominent upraised muzzle as his clenching ribbed insides were blessed with pressured wave after wave of potent seed. He groaned out, white pleasure rising in the back of his latex throat as his short thick tail wriggled while the dragon pumped him fuller and fuller. The pressure increased, each wave of seed seeping into him as his ears stretched out into small fins and his nostrils flattened and pulled to either side of his rubbery reptilian snout. The sensations were almost too much for his human mind to comprehend, overwhelming his senses with pleasure as he could swear he felt the gushes of relief from Malcifern's perspective as well, experiencing his own tightness as he pulsed and ground in wild spasms against the massive jerking dragon cock inside of him, cum bubbling up in the back of his mouth and leaking out through his draconic lips.

It ended abruptly: bittersweet intense pleasure, his insides sucking and tightening as the shaft was tugged out from behind him with a small slippery pop, thick rivulets of cum leaking from his huge quivering cloaca. "There, my pet. Does it not feel good to serve your master?" Malcifern set the man down, his more cylindrical body resting on the floor as he gasped and wheezed while the dragon slowly ran a talon under Velk's pliant chin.

"I . . ." The alchemist began drowsily, still coming down from the haze of pleasure. His limbs struggled against the floor as he rolled onto his back, looking down at the huge exaggerated reptilian cunt that dominated the features of his lower half. "This isn't me . . ." He mumbled, string of cum leaking from his slack jaws.

"It isn't? Hmm, this means that there is something missing, yes?" There was a cruel humorous glint in the huge beast's slitted golden eyes as he ran his claw down Velk's side.

"These feelings . . . You said you wouldn't change my mind." He tried to be accusatory as his thoughts were becoming clearer, even though the talon running over him made his body shiver and clench in need, edges of his feminine slit rubbing together with burning acuity. "You lied . . ." There wasn't much force behind the accusation.

"Malcifern does not lie . . ." His claw wandered down to stroke at the man's engorged entrance. "Malcifern has merely changed your form, and with form, comes feeling . . ." He squeezed at the slick welled-out edges of Velk's straining cloaca. "And now we've shared blood, so experiencing the mere echoes of my pleasure must be . . . overwhelming for your simple, mortal, mind." He slid his smooth claw inside of his plaything, bulge evident through Velk's thick pliant skin as he tugged and wriggled it around.

"N-no, stop . . ." Velk reached down, arms not nearly long enough as the claw swirled inside of him.

"No." The dragon refused bluntly, beaming down at him "There is obviously more to be done." His claw slid out with a squelch, and he licked it clean, tongue curling around his seed covered finger before he reached down and grabbed the changed human's stretched form.

"Please . . . I could just be human again . . ." The alchemist pleaded as the dragon turned with him wrapped tightly in his claws.

"No, my little plaything. Now you are mine. And never anything more." The dragon hoisted him up, holding him over one of the smooth milky stalagmites that jutted from the floor. "It would be easier if you simply accepted that fact."

"But I'm the smartest man on the western continent . . ." Velk wriggled his oddly jostling body, still feeling smoldering pleasure where the dragon's claws wrapped around him. "I could do so much . . ." He looked down as he was lifted up, eye level with the massive sexy creature.

"That's what you still fail to see, pet." The dragon licked out across Velk's stiff pulsing body in a long lewd lap. "Nothing that you could ever do would ever compare to Malcifern. Instead, the most you can do is to please." The wicked reptile grinned, claws squeezing hard enough to make the man's malleable body bulge through his thick talons, driving him wild even as it did not harm his inhuman composition in the least.

"You don't know that. You can't . . ." The man protested, swallowing heavily, the bitter salty taste of dragon seed still vivid in his mouth. His eyes looked down towards the stalagmite below him, forced to survey his strange smooth twisted form.

The dragon interrupted Velk's feeble protests, shaking his head with a manic smile. "False!" He roared out, slamming the man's pliant body down, the smooth tip of the stalagmite slipping into his pussy and impaling him, the man's words turning into a gargled inhalation. The cool stone slid all the way inside of him, his body tense as he could feel the tip resting in his throat, emphasizing just how inhuman he had become. It made him pine for the contact of warm draconic flesh even as he writhed, chubby arms and legs unable to budge himself an inch. "Malcifern will do as he pleases."

The beast's maw loomed over the man, stretching wide, drops of spittle stretched between his teeth before he swooped down, engulfing the screaming alchemist's completely stuck body in his jaws.

Was this it? . . . Velk's tortured mind tumbled with a burst of fear and searing pleasure. He almost hoped that the dragon had finally decided to eat him and be done with it. But he was unable to keep the thought in his mind, his entire body tingling as the dragon's tongue wrapped around him, balmy muzzle suckling at him in the slippery pitch darkness. His flesh almost burned with pleasure, quivering and clenching where the dragon's mouth touched him. Even the arm-length razor sharp fangs merely tickled, dimpling his squeezable black flesh, tongue slathering Velk's now draconic muzzle, trailing out with twisting flicker as Malcifern pulled back, leaving his toy glistening with thick dragon-spittle.

Velk felt like he should have been sputtering or gasping . . . But he couldn't remember the last time he actually took a breath . . . His mind swam with need as the cool air of the cave made contact with his slimy glistening body. He wanted more warmth: to feel more twisting flesh around him . . .

"The centuries can grow dull." Malcifern licked his lips as he turned, massive erection twitching as it bobbed underneath him, showing no signs of flagging. "And can leave one quite . . . wanting." His flexible neck turned back over his shoulder towards the man as he licked his lips, eyes gleaming with centuries of built up desire. Velk could do nothing but struggle, gagging around the earthen spire lodged inside of his gullet as the dragon edged backwards.

"Malcifern has not let another inside of his lair in centuries . . . But it has been far longer since Malcifern has allowed another within himself." His towering rump tensed, tail lashing about. Velk wanted desperately to look away, but found himself transfixed, eyes focused on the tight fleshy ring behind the base of the great throbbing dragon cock as it pulsed and throbbed. The man's body quivered as he stared mutely at the dragon's bared cloaca.

The dragon smirked cruelly. His talons tapped against the slate floor as he pushed himself back, lifting his tail, wings spreading slightly as Velk's rubbery impaled body butted up against his muscular thigh.

The contact was horrifying and amazing: a brief warm flash of pleasure through the cooling spittle and the icy spire lodged inside of him. This had to be resisted . . . This was foul and filthy. His face screwed up, now black eyes staring as the dragon adjusted himself, edge of his bulging scaly cloaca sliding up and over Velk's upward facing pointed muzzle. Velk's entire body shuddered as the slick clenched opening ground against him. It was so hot and musky . . . powerful muscles quivering against him with inhumanly tight wrenching squeezes.

"That's it, pet." Malcifern growled as he ground back, moving his great scaled rump in small gyrations, feeling the man's body stretch and pulse under him. "You should be honored to be so far above your station." The odd praise flowed into Velk's mind like cloying syrup over candy floss, dissolving his protests until he actually desired more, cold body wanting nothing more than to feel the musky warm clenching dragon-flesh even as his human reason screamed silently inside of him.

"Yesssssss." Malcifern hissed as his thighs relaxed, Velk's transfixed face squished up under his tail, pliant blackness squishing back before the quivering hot ring of flesh parted, and Velk sank halfway into the powerfully writhing dragon's insides. The warm cloying darkness pulsed in tight around him, fleshy walls clenching in with iron tight bands of draconic muscle. His arms were forced to his side as his rubbery skin sizzled with pleasure. The frilled ears on the sides of his head were pulled this way and that as the dragon began to rock, forcing Velk's wobbling black body further and further into his eagerly wrenching reptilian ass.

The alchemist could feel the dragon's pleasure ricocheting around in his own mind. Although all he heard was slick gushing scrapes, the dragon's words came back to him over and over again, strong deep voice reinforcing the pleasure, coaxing him to lose himself in it. It was so hard to think of anything other than raw tingling sensation as the dragon's ass swallowed him up to his belly, clenched entrance squeezing in hard enough to distend his flesh against the cool spire lodged inside of him. He could almost feel the dragon's shaft bobbing and twisting in the cool cavern air as the dragon reached in with a hand, letting the needy grasping tip curl against his dark polished claws as it throbbed and glistened.

Malcifern pumped his body down further, building up a steady rocking rhythm, stroking his jerking shaft as his tail slid erratically against the cavern floor while he was filled fuller and fuller. His wings flapped in halting bursts as his insides spasmed and ground in at his new quivering rubbery plaything's yielding pliant quivering flesh. Smoke leaked from his panting jaws as Velk's rubbery head began to mash in against his prostate, making his cock twist and coil around his fingers, leaking out thick splashes of pre that dripped down onto the floor.

The beast's draconic vigor drove him to slide down faster and harder, moving his entire scaled mountain of a body as he hissed and groaned, feeling the helpless impaled creature wriggle and writhe inside of his torrid ass. Every muscular sinew in the great reptile's body clenched and quivered as he was filled for the first time in centuries, enjoying the feeling of his ass straining and quivering, making him pant out sparks as his insides lit up with pleasure, reptilian bliss sinking into the senses of the toy trapped inside of him as well.

Velk tried to scream, but his body couldn't do anything more than shake and quiver, his arms ground against his sides jerking uselessly as vast sulfuric fireworks of pleasure exploded in his mind. The feeling of being used was . . . overwhelming. The very contact was sizzling and blazingly sensitive, every halting squeeze sending paroxysmal fits of elation through him. The thoughts of escape and arcane formulations gradually slipped from his mind, replaced by the hammering barrage of the pleasure from the dragon's ass clenching around his supple body.

Even the idea was becoming appealing: being used by such a powerful creature . . . Velk was losing himself in the sensations of the fleshy passage tugging and squeezing around him as the reverberations of the great dragon's own pleasure surged into his merely mortal mind. His entire body lit up with sparking bursts of pleasure as Malcifern's motions became smaller: tighter and more insistent, forcing Velk's squishable head against his fleshy internal node of pleasure.

With a final deep exhalation, Malcifern let his massive thighs relax, sliding back with a thump, scaly rump flush against the floor with the alchemist lodged fully in his ass. His breaths panted in, deep and needy as his rear claws scraped furrows in the solid stone, cock writhing around his fingers as his cloaca twitched, pulsing muscular contractions spreading through his body before he roared, a searing gout of fire erupting from his wide jaws as his climax rocked through his colossal scaly body.

Velk's body seethed with pleasure as the fleshy walls around him went mad with feral clenches and tugs. The most minute pressure was an impossible benediction of euphoria, overwhelming his human sensibility as he lost himself: the feeling of his master begin to cum washing over him. Malcifern's giant writhing fleshy cock splashed gallons of thick musky dragon seed against the cool stone of the floor in wild halting tugs. His stamina seemed endless as his massive thews strained, ass clenched in impossibly tight contracting waves around the helpless quivering black pliant thing lodged inside of him.

The blissful spiral went on for a musky writhing eternity, before with a deep sigh, the dragon rose, letting Velk's glistening rubbery body slide out of his well used scaly cloaca with a lewd sloppy pop. The sudden feeling of cold air made the changed alchemist strain and quiver, insatiable lust for dragon-flesh left unquenched.

His mind roiled . . . What had he done . . . But he needed more . . .

The dragon rose to all fours, looking back almost as an afterthought, opening his jaws, and drenching the floor in a roaring curtain of engulfing flames. Velk winced as the intense heat passed over him even though he felt little more than a rosy tickle. He was unable to do more than gurgle as the cool stone spire still held him fast, lodged all the way into the back of his throat. As the brilliant orange fire died down, every last trace of the dragon's pleasure had been incinerated, leaving the room, and Velk, scorched completely clean.

"You have served me well, pet." The dragon simpered. "But now Malcifern must hunt. " He licked his lips lewdly before trudging into the darkness, tail flickering behind him. "And when he returns, Malcifern might find more use for you . . ." His deep voice echoed around the chamber, leaving Velk there, stretched over the jutting stone protrusion inside of him.

The alchemist struggled fruitlessly, short wriggling limbs pressing more against himself more than the floor, unable to budge himself from the stone that rose though his engorged cloaca. He should have been planning his escape, but his dark eyes hung half-lidded at the thought of the dragon's parting words. The absence of the dragon's flesh was almost physically painful, a gnawing emptiness inside of his psyche. And so he remained, as the beam of his old lamp dimmed and finally extinguished completely, waiting eagerly to be used again . . .