Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik
#2 of Dragonslayer Reparations
Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik
by Von Krieger
Sleep came and went, filled for both with dreams of dragons and sex. Sweet dreams for Mellik, and horrific nightmares for Krissa. The Sire Jeyarr awoke with a yawn, stretching hir arms, legs, and wings. Shi found hir pet nearby, the elf looking at hir with wide eyes, half in awe, half in fear.
"Mistress, what did you do to me?" she whimpers, "I can't get away. I can't pick up my sword if I even think of using it to hurt you. I can't bring myself to put on the clothes in my backpack. I can't stop thinking of you as my Mistress. Please, I won't hurt another dragon as long as I live, I swear."
Mellik chuckled and gave hir new toy a soft caress on the cheek. "Of course you won't, little one. You're going to be right here by my side, tending to my desires, and tending to your own clutches of eggs."
Krissa gritted her teeth, but she couldn't help but lean into the touch. "Please, I don't want to be like this. I don't want... don't... don't... NNRRRRGH! Why can't I say what I'm thinking?" the elf asked pleadingly.
Her mistress just kept stroking her. "Because you can't lie to your mistress."
"I shouldn't want to fuck dragons. I shouldn't want to lay your eggs. I don't want to be your pet, but I can't even raise a hand against you. I can't get out of sight of you without feeling nervous and afraid. If I walk any further then that rock over there I'm so filled with fear that I have to rush right back over here and sit next to you. I... I... oh gods, I want to... want to do things to you. I want to pleasure you in such repugnant ways. There are these images in my mind - I don't know where they're from, but they're so disgusting, and exciting. Please, make this stop. I don't want to be like this," Krissa pleaded, hugging the dragoness tightly.
"Ssssh, you're just frightened because it's all so new to you. You're my pet now; it's the purpose you were meant for. To bring pleasure to dragons, not pain. Now why don't you please your mistress by doing one of those revolting and arousing things that are in your head?" the Sire Jeyarr purrs.
Krissa licked her lips, "Oh no... please... no..." she whispered, unable to stop herself. The elf kissed Mellik's shoulder, her tongue darting out of her mouth, tracing down brown and grey scales, over silver markings and tanned skin, down her mistress' belly to the dragoness's groin.
Mellik purred as the elven girl lapped at hir sheath-slit. Shi let hir maleness slide free into Krissa's awaiting mouth. The Jeyarr in training whimpered softly as she felt the warm, slick organ slip in between her lips.
"Mmmm... very nice, pet. But unfortunately, in this position, I'm not at all able to return the favor. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, pet. I don't mind." Mellik said with a cruel chuckle.
A soft snuffle came from the elf as one of her hands darted to her sex, two fingers immediately sliding in and out of herself with practiced technique. "Oh my, you've done this to yourself before, my dear, and you're already wet too. For someone who finds this absolutely repulsive, you certainly are incredibly excited by it."
The dragoness lays back, letting hir playtoy do all the work. Though shi still missed hir own mistress, having a pet of hir own was interesting. It would be quite fun training hir pretty little elf on all the proper ways to behave as a Jeyarr. Amongst them would be not whimpering like a puppy while sucking her mistress off.
"Be quiet pet!" Mellik said with a growl, sitting up to scowl at Krissa, only to find the elven girl twitching and wiggling her rump. Sitting up further, Mellik saw why. The tiny purple dragon, Davari, had decided to join in on the fun. The cat sized dragon had his head almost buried inside Krissa's cunt. The sight brought a grin to Mellik's face.
"You can stop now, dear. I think I have a better idea." the dragoness purred. Surprisingly Krissa did nothing of the sort.
"Stop, pet." Mellik repeated in a firm tone. Krissa pulled away slowly, looking up at the Sire with half-open yes.
"Mmmm..." she purred, licking her lips, "Please let me finish, Mistress." the elf begged, overcome with her first taste of the sensations a Jeyarr felt while pleasuring a dragon. Mellik knew that Krissa's fear, loathing, disgust, and dislike of dragons were stuffed into a back corner of her mind. Obedience, contentment, happiness, desire, and pleasure filled in the gaps. A single drop of a dragon's sexual fluids on her body would be enough to make the elf wonderfully horny and pliable. As she was now, she would be eager and willing to do whatever her mistress asked, and it would only be later that the elf would feel sickened by the things she had performed that had seemed like being of her own free will.
Mellik crawled forward, running hir clawed handpaws over hir pet's belly. The former Slayer moaned softly, even the slightest touch from her mistress in this state sent wonderful waves of pleasure through her body. "We'll have plenty of time for that, little pet. And when we're done, you'll be all the better equipped to pleasure me with your mouth."
The dragoness reached down, picking up the tiny purple dragon engaged in lapping at Krissa's sopping wet folds. "The dragon familiar is another thing that you Slayers have continued to use without knowing why. They're meant to help you and guide you to finding a dragon to bond with, but after that?" shi said with a wide fanged grin.
"After that, their purpose changes greatly. You've seen how much he likes your nice, dripping wet cunt. Now, open wide and give him what he wants." Mellik purred, setting Davari down on the ground between Krissa's legs. The young elf girl did as she was told, spreading her legs to allow the little purple dragon to do whatever it was that he wanted to do.
Krissa moaned loudly as her mistress used hir fingers to spread the elf's soft pink lips apart, her cunt now wide open. "Go on in, little one," Mellik cooed to the pseudodragon. "Your new den is ready and waiting."
The tiny dragon purred happily, nuzzling Krissa's sex, coating himself in her juices. The feeling of smooth scales rubbing against her drew a moan from the elf. "Inside me?" she asked, her voice quiet and thick.
"Yes, my pet. He's going to crawl inside of you, for a short time you're going to be his nest. The first purpose of a Jeyarr's familiar is to provide her with her first clutch of eggs." the Sire Jeyarr explained.
Despite her detached state, Krissa began to whimper. Her arms and legs twitched a little bit as she tried to struggle, but the need to obey her mistress kept her in place. Even disconnected from her true feelings, Krissa knew that this was something she didn't want. The elf gritted her teeth, trying to summon up the strength to break her mistress' hold on her.
The techniques were right there! They were within her reach in her mind, all the special attacks and powers she'd gained from her Slayer training. But try as she might, she couldn't grasp a hold of any of them! She couldn't draw forth the magical energy to fuel them. With a flash of insight, she knew why.
A Slayer's link to her power was through her familiar. Krissa looked down at the tiny purple dragon, she moaned as he began to crawl into her, the tiny ridges on the back of his neck stimulating her so wonderfully. Well, it wouldn't be so bad, having him inside of her for just a little while. As soon as he got settled down, Krissa was sure he'd let her draw out the power to save herself from the beautiful dragoness that was doing all these wonderful things to her.
Krissa bit her tongue, mentally correcting herself. The Jeyarr was NOT beautiful; she was a horrible dragon-fucking traitor to the Slayer cause! And though Krissa was half enjoying some of the things that had happened to her, she knew that she couldn't accept them, that she couldn't give up or and give in. Her purpose was to hunt these creatures, to keep her people safe from the very things that the dragoness was doing to her. She was NOT a pleasure pet! She would NOT allow herself to become nothing more then a sex-hungry egg-laying machine.
All rebellious thoughts melted away, however, the moment the little dragon's forelegs entered her. Those tiny claws tickled her so deliciously, sending shivers through her body. As her familiar wriggled from side to side, pulling more and more of himself inside of her, Krissa felt like she was going to melt with the intense heat of pleasure that filled her. She suddenly found herself in her mistress' arms, looking up into Mellik's blue-green-gold eyes.
"Feels nice, doesn't it? I'm glad you've accepted him; that you've stopped your struggles. You want him inside you now, don't you?" the brown-scaled dragoness purred. Krissa could only nod in reply. She couldn't lie to her mistress, but she didn't have to give her the reason why either. Krissa smiled up at her mistress, the moment the pseudodragon was inside of her, she'd draw out her strength, and run her mindblade throw the hermaphrodite bitch's heart. "Good girl," Mellik purred, "Very good girl."
The dragoness' lips met hir pet's own. Though she didn't want anything to do with the dragoness, Krissa opened her mouth, allowing the probing forked tongue inside. There was no way she could fight this, so why not make the most of something she had to do?
The elf wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, pulling hir in closer, enjoying the soft sparks of pleasure the contact with Mellik's scales brought her. She felt the dragoness' hand moving down her belly, hir thumb sliding over the elf's clitty, before scooping up Davari's hindquarters, gently pushing the little dragon in deeper.
If her mouth and throat hadn't been so full of dragon-tongue, Krissa would have howled with the pleasure the act brought her. The more of the tiny dragon that was inside of her, the better she felt and the clearer her mind became. She felt the little reptile's head pressing against the entrance to her womb, and then parting it with very little effort.
"You feel that, my dear? Feeling how easily he slides into you? You'll be open like that forever. You're no longer able to breed with your own kind; spread open like this you cannot retain their seed. You'll only be fertile with dragons and lizards, as their seed is the only kind that the pouches inside you will retain and carry to the upper portion of your womb where your eggs will grow." the Sire purred, stroking hir pet's hair.
The elf lay in the dragon's arms, panting. She felt... good. Her mind felt like it was her own again. She could move her body as she wanted as well. She felt incredibly horny, but it was a distraction which she could easily avoid. With the grace typical to her kind, Krissa jumped to her feet, drawing forth the energy for the mindblade. A shimmering blue energy in the shape of a longsword appeared in her right hand. With a growl, she lashed out at the dragoness, only to have a jolt go through her arm as the mindblade struck something solid.
That shouldn't have been possible, as the mindblade was pure psychic energy. No material weapon or armor would be able to stop it, but it looked like the dragoness had gripped the blade with hir bare hand.
Mellik slowly got to hir feet, clicking hir tongue at the elf. "Naughty, naughty. You mustn't try to do that again, my pet," shi purred, not at all threatened by the elf. Krissa pulled the blade back, going in for another strike, only to find hir attack blocked once again, by the dragoness' own mindblade.
Krissa's third strike was also easily parried. "You're just like me, dear one. We have the same powers and abilities. But I have far, far more experience. Which is why I know that in a few seconds, you're going to regret trying to attack me." Mellik continued to purr, hir amused demeanor angering Krissa.
The elf snarled and lashed out, the dragoness made no effort to block the blade. There was simply no need, for the energy blade vanished halfway through the swing. That didn't finish either. The elf's eyes widened and she staggered forward, losing her footing and falling into the dragoness' arms as a powerful orgasm shook her body.
The feelings of arousal that had been stirred in Krissa from her bonding into a Jeyarr were nothing compared to the burning need she felt. "Please... fuck me..." she whimpered, clinging to the dragoness.
Mellik chuckled and stroked hir pet's hair. "No dear, I don't think so. You've been a bad girl, and you're going to learn what happens to Jeyarr that misbehave."
"Please Mistress," the elf begged. "My body feels like it's on fire!"
"You're not on fire, dear. You're just changing. This is why we love strong, vibrant, powerful Jeyarr. The more you resist, the more you fight, the more you struggle, the better suited you'll be for your role. The more you try to escape, try to hurt your mistress, try to resist mating, try to avoid your duties as a Jeyarr, the more powerful you become. The more powerful you become, the more powerful your offspring are. By struggling, by fighting, by resisting us, you simply make yourself all the more valuable to our cause."
Krissa moaned and writhed, rubbing her needful body against her mistress' scaled form, but the tingles of pleasure she got from it weren't enough to quench the white hot urge to be fucked, to be filled with draconic seed. The burning seemed to concentrate in one place, along her lower back and rump.
The elf sighed with relief as Mellik began to rub that spot. The need to be filled was still there, but the painful burning feelings in her flesh and bones suddenly became a cool, comforting sensation. All of a sudden the sweet coolness became a sweet pleasure, the dragoness' touch along her back felt much like it would if Mellik where fingering hir pet's pussy.
The former Slayer pressed back against her mistress' touch, moaning happily. She felt an orgasm building in her body, centered not on her sex, but on a point at the base of her spine, right above her rump.
"Now you're going to see why you shouldn't have resisted, my sweet little pet," Mellik said with a mocking chuckle. Hir stroking began to focus on the precise point that gave Krissa the most pleasure. The elf moaned and bucked, doing her best to press back against her mistress' handpaw and give herself the most pleasure.
With a growl that would have startled Krissa with its sound if she hadn't been focused entirely on her pleasure, the elf climaxed. She felt herself cumming, from both her cunt and from the strange erogenous zone on her back. She felt a wet stickiness dribbling onto her legs, and somewhere else.
It was odd, like feeling something that hadn't been there a moment ago. As Krissa looked back, she saw that it had been just that. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the new addition to her body; a thin serpentine tail that swayed back and forth gently. It lacked any sort of draconic adornments and was covered in a thick navy blue slime.
"The more you disobey, the more like a dragon you become in body. Scales and horns grow in over time, and are signs of how long you've been Jeyarr and how fruitful you've been. The more you mate, the quicker you grow horns and spines. The more eggs you lay, the faster you grow scales. The more you mate with a single dragon, the more you grow to look like that dragon."
"If you had decided to be a good, sweet, loving Jeyarr, you would have stayed much as you were. You might not have changed beyond the addition of a few small scales and the addition of a pair of horns for several years. A dragon shares hir Jeyarr with other dragons if the pet knows how to behave. But you decided to be a bad girl and tried to hurt your mistress. So not only are you being changed now as punishment, but I won't let you play with other dragons, so you're going to be mating with me almost exclusively. You're going to be changing very, very fast, dear one. It won't be long before no one from your old life will be able to recognize you. In fact I think it will only be a few minutes."
Krissa cried out, sobbing as the burning ache returned. A pain over her entire body fused with the need to mate. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry!" the elf moaned, "Please, I'll obey! Just make it stop!"
Mellik just shook hir head. "Oh my dear, I wish it were that easy. If you disobey me, I have to punish you. If you misbehave to a large degree, energy builds up and causes you pain. In order to make your hurting stop, a dragon has to guide the energy, using it to shape your body. If I didn't, it would continue to hurt before it dispersed itself randomly after a few days. At first such a thing wouldn't cause any problems, but if it happened too often, you would begin to lose your shape, becoming an oozing ball of scales, fangs, claws, and horns. And of course neither of us wants that to happen. Now, I'm not a cruel mistress, Krissa, I'll let you tell me where you want to be changed, pardon, where you'd prefer your changes take place. Since I'm quite sure you don't want any of them."
"Wings." the elf whispered, "Give me wings."
With those words Krissa's body was wracked with a sob, as in that moment she had truly become Krissa. She found that the name she'd been given by her parents had been stricken entirely from her memory. She was a Jeyarr now, no longer a Slayer, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Tears leaked from her eyes as she succumbed to the pleasure of her transformation. She didn't let the pain come back, naming off the next portion of her body to be changed before each climax that brought the alteration of that body part. Krissa tried to let herself be consumed by the pleasurable sensation each change brought, but it brought no relief to the accusations she directed towards herself in her mind.
She should have fought back earlier, before she was trapped like this. She had had the opportunity; all she had needed was the drive to free herself. There had been a few moments of clarity in her mind after each climax she had been given during the bonding. She should have experimented, should have pleasured herself to clear the fog from her mind so that she could have struck at the dragoness while she slept.
The elf was now as much of a traitor to the Slayer cause as Mistress. She would be slain on sight by those who had been her friends just as they would slay any other dragon. The eruption of her wings from her back brought a few moments of blissful void, her climax driving away her rational mind for a moment as purest pleasure overwhelmed her. She chose her legs next.
Krissa began to emit a low, draconic purr as Mistress began to massage her calves, her forked tongue darting out to playfully tickle Krissa's toes. The Jeyarr's purring grew louder; it felt more pleasurable to have something altered then something added. She felt her leg muscles shift, growing here, shrinking there, lengthening in other places, and thickening almost all over. There were tiny pops that signaled the shifting of bone into a new configuration.
Her self-loathing began to fade as she saw her body changing. It felt good to be changed, to have Mistress caressing her body lovingly. Though a part of her hated herself for letting this happen, she found there was a part of herself that wanted this, and had always wanted it. A part of her that had always been fascinated with the draconic form, found it beautiful.
It was the part of her that spoke up when she had found those dragon eggs, told her to leave them be. It was the part of her that had her crying for days afterwards, sorry over what she had done. It was the part of her that had embodied the true spirit of what she was supposed to be. The Slayer rituals were as Mistress had said: something taken and used for a purpose that which it wasn't intended.
She had undergone all the training and ritual enhancement under her own free will. This was the end result of the path that she had chosen for herself. The true result. The one that was meant to be. Her tears were no longer of sorrow. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to continue to be a Slayer. Killing enough dragons to have the marks on her body that some of the elders had. How could she live with herself after causing so much pain and death?
No, this was the right path. This was what she had always wanted deep down. Not to destroy dragons, but to love them. To snuggle with them. To defend them. It had felt wrong to rid the world of the beauty that dragons brought with their bright colors and shiny scales. Krissa wanted to be a dragon now, wanted to be like Mistress, becoming a powerful, beautiful, scaled creature.
Krissa roared as her body was filled with her third transformative climax, her legs shifting into a beautiful digitigrade configuration. Each foot was now tipped with three clawed toes, a fourth on the back to allow her to perch and provide a small amount of manipulation ability. The elf felt the power of change spreading to other areas of her body: her wings and tail growing larger, the nails of her hands becoming claws, her canine teeth becoming fangs.
"My face, Mistress," Krissa purred, leaning up to kiss the elder dragoness. She wanted to be seen as a dragon, not as an elven Jeyarr. She was surprised to find out how easy it had been to say those words, to give her consent to having the most recognizable aspect of herself changed. It felt good to let her old life go, to let her old self go. Krissa felt free. She didn't have to hide anymore. She didn't have to hide her fascination with dragons, didn't have to keep the revulsion she had always felt towards the senseless slaughter of thinking beings.
Many dragons were thinking, speaking, and feeling creatures. It had always felt wrong to Krissa that they were killed just because they were dragons. She had always hoped she would be able to find a dragon to talk to, to be friends with, though she knew she'd have had to have kept the friendship hidden for her entire life. But now? Now she didn't have to hide anything. Here she was, snuggled up with Mistress.
Mistress was a dragon, a beautiful, sexy, loving dragon that would take care of Krissa, that would snuggle up with her, play with her, pleasure her, teach her all about dragons. The new Jeyarr mmmed happily as her forked tongue entwined around Mistress' own. A shiver ran through her body as her head and neck reshaped themselves, taking on a more draconic form, even more so then Mistress.
The two dragons reluctantly broke their kiss, allowing Krissa to speak. "Mistress, I've never seen dragons in anything but picture books before. I want to be a beautiful dragon, and you've seen and mated with so many. I'd like to be pretty for you, Mistress. I'd like you to decide what else to change on me, and how it looks," the elven Jeyarr purred.
Mellik smiled, caressing hir pet's breasts. "Mmm... good girl, Krissa. Very good girl. You're learning to be a wonderful Jeyarr already. I'm almost sorry that you've accepted this so eagerly. I was looking forward to doing this more then once."
Krissa chuckled, "Mistress, I'm going to be a bad girl sometimes, just so I can feel good when you change me. I'll misbehave whenever you want me to."
"Though it kind of defeats the purpose, pet," Mellik said with a chuckle of hir own.
Krissa watched in fascination as her tiny elven breasts grew, growing to a size to house large amounts of milk for her hatchlings. Mmm... having her breasts changed felt even better. Krissa couldn't wait until Mistress made her into a herm, like hirself. She was sure that pleasure would be even greater.
For both, the experience of Krissa's reshaping was over far too soon. Krissa enjoyed the intimacy and pleasure, as well as the sense of helplessness it gave her. Mistress could warp her body into a way that would leave the former elf disfigured if shi so desired, she could take away Krissa's arms or legs, or eyes and ears. But Krissa knew Mistress would never be mean like that. But the remote possibility still gave her a thrill.
Mellik, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of power shi got from corrupting a Slayer. Shi liked transforming the former elf into a form more and more unlike her natural state. Shi was aroused by the control shi had over hir pet, especially now that it had been given freely. Krissa wanted to be shaped according to Mellik's ideals of draconic beauty. There wasn't enough power left for all the ideas the dragoness had, but it was enough for the basics.
A thickening of the tail from an afterthought on the humanoid form, to a muscular limb that would look at home on an alligator with the twin rows of scutes that Mellik had added atop it, and all the way up her pet's back. She had enhanced the size of Krissa's wings, allowing her to fly, and eventually to allow her to carry Mellik in flight as the smaller Jeyarr grew. Shi had also added a second pair of wings to the former elf's back. It was something she had seen on a few dragons before, dragons she had only mated with a single time, but the image stuck. Mellik thought it made Krissa look even cuter.
After that, there had only been a little bit of energy left over. It was just enough for what Mellik wanted. Shi smiled down at hir pet, rolling her onto her belly then sinking hir cock into the smaller dragoness' sopping wet sex, drawing a pleasured gasp from Krissa.
"There's just a little bit of energy left, dear. And I know what I'm going to use it for. I'm going to make you climax like you've never even dreamed possible. With this pleasure, I also give you a gift, your first mating as a dragon."
"This won't hurt Davari, will it?" the former elf asked, a little concerned for her familiar.
"Sweetie, Davari doesn't have a physical form at the moment. When you drew on his energy while he was inside of you, he became a part of you. But don't worry, you didn't hurt him. It's a part of his life cycle. He's going to be reborn as the first of your hatchlings. His fusion with you is what has gifted you with a dragon's womb, and your first eggs. Now just relax, and let your Mistress fill you with baby dragons." Mellik purred, pulling Krissa to hir.
The younger Jeyarr relaxed now that she knew her companion was safe. She mmmed softly as Mistress began to caress her breasts. The two kissed, both loving the sensation of the other's tongue curled around their own. Krissa's cervix gave only token resistance, being pierced by a dragon for the third time. The Jeyarr delighted in the waves of pleasure the dragon's cock gave her as the back-facing points of the spade-shaped tip tugged on her insides.
It had hurt the first time, but a night spent with Mistress's cock lodged deep inside her as they bonded had made her body adapt. Krissa's sudden yelp was muted by the kiss as the erotic feeling of change filled her once again. It felt heavenly, doubling, tripling the pleasure she felt from each of the dragoness' thrusts.
The former elf moaned softly as Mistress's handpaw crept down her body, stroking her clitty. The merest touch to the little button sent shivers of hot pleasure flowing through Krissa's body. The rapid rubbing made Krissa feel like she was nothing more then a white hot fire of pleasure, no other sensation existing.
With Mistress's cock inside of her, the first drips of precum had set Krissa off, bringing her body into a state of enhanced pleasure, desire, and obedience. Coherent thought was beyond her now; all that remained was the animal desire to mate, to be filled with seed. In a few moments, it felt like her entire being was being bombarded by tiny orgasms, each part of her gradually erupting in climax, burning hotter and hotter until her entire existence was a heat of pleasure beyond even white.
She had no concept of time, it felt like only a moment, and it felt like forever before four small points of coolness appeared in the colorless mists of ecstasy, drawing her back to reality and the sticky wetness that covered hir tummy. Hir. Mmm, so that was what Mistress had in store.
"Oh Mistress, that was... mmm... perfect. And thank you." the young Jeyarr purred happily, reaching down with a handpaw to feel hir new maleness. "I can't wait to pleasure you with it."
"Then just let me relax enough to pull out, my pet, and you won't have to." Mellik said. Mistress and pet locked in a kiss once again.