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Moreen knew the way to the mountain top hide away that a shaman had called home ever since she had been old enough to know what one was. It was a twisted bit of mountain that jutted out over a lush valley filled with easy prey. No male had claimed the territory and the only families that remained in the twisted caverns came in the form of those lacking either a sire or dam, where hatchlings could be raised in relative peace. Everyone knew that this ground was a sacred space that could only be reached by those seeking answers. The light bodied grey dragoness kept her wings moving as she swept around the top of the mountain and felt a shiver of delightful fear at the gaping opening of the cave waiting for her. She had hardly dared that she would ever come here, but her life had come to lead her to the point that she needed help not her own.

The shamaness that lived here was a strange creature, one that had never taken a mate of her own and practiced to old magics that were harbored deep inside of the earth. No one dared come against her, not out of fear, but out of respect. She was the one that had called back the storms that had nearly devastated the rich lush forests of her home. She had once stopped flooding with just the beat of her wings, she was other worldly and strange, powerful in her own right and wise to a fault. Every dragoness that had every lived knew her, whether they visited her or not, they knew they would be welcome. Every drake knew to pay homage to her in the form of gifts, protecting her against all comers that might try to attack. She was too valuable to lose.

The dragoness swept her tail down with a flourish as she dropped herself down with a flick of her tail, tucking her haunches beneath herself easily as she caught the edge of the rock beneath her talons. It was a neat landing, one that made her curve her neck in pride, though there was no one there to notice. In the last few months she had been practicing her sky dancing, flitting on the wing easily to try to make sure she kept her mate's attention firmly on her. The virile drake was a creature of strong appetites and she was lucky that she had attracted his eye, and she wasn't willing to risk losing him. She folded her wings along her sides and glanced about towards the direction of her home as she thought about the bronze drake she had left behind. She would not lose him, she would not risk his eyes leaving her.

She had no desire to leave him, but there was little she could do when she was summoned by her family. It wasn't often that they reached out to her and their request had come nearly a week ago, followed by another one demanding her presence for the hatching of her mother's latest clutch. She had no offspring of her own, there was no excuse she could give to not be there, but it would mean leaving Charal behind to watch over their territory. The drake was in his prime, he was powerful and dominant, he was kind and wise, he was everything that a lithe young dragoness might want in a mate and she had no doubt that her absence would be used by other females in an attempt to claim him for her own. Such back biting was common in their world, and she refused to simply leave and pray that she came back to her home still her own. She would find a way to keep her mate as her own, keep him satisfied and resist all temptation to look elsewhere for pleasure.

Even if free females didn't try to claim him for their own, there was a long standing tradition of drakes taking more than one female for their own. There were quite a few that would be eager to take on the role as his primary mate, they would see her as young and inexperienced and that was all it took. If they could catch a clutch from Charal they would claim the prime position of his mate, casting her into a more unfavorable position. That wasn't something she was willing to challenge, not when she had worked so hard to seduce him for her own. She would do what she must to keep him and that meant making sure he had no reason to roam while she was gone.

Moreen gave her head a shake and swung her eyes back to the large open cavern, seeing the firelight flickering in welcome. She felt a slight prickling along the back of her neck as she stepped forward and flicked her tail rapidly behind her. Her nostrils flared lightly, drawing in a steadying breath as she glanced from side to side at the arcane drawings on the walls. They meant little to her, but they were pretty enough looking, even if she was sure they had some magical purpose. She passed through the opening and heard her talons clicking on the stone floor one step at a time. Her tail tip curled upwards briefly while she padded further into the cave and tried to keep herself relaxed as she passed row after row of torches. Each one glowed merrily, chasing away the shadows, bringing with it a strange comforting scent that relaxed her muscles.

It didn't take long for her to see signs of life. The dove grey dragoness passed areas that had pillows and low set couches that were designed to lounge on and there were old shed scales brushed into corners. The path was well tracked with talon marks from other visitors, their scents lingered on the air in front of her as she heard the dim sounds of something being ground against rock, the rasping noises growing louder with each step as she worked her way through the winding tunnel. Moreen tipped her head down to glance behind her, her long elegant tail lashed back and forth as she nervously made herself continue on. The shamaness had never been known as being cruel or wicked, but it still made her scaling crawl to go so near a magical being.

A thousand stories were going through her mind as she rounded a corner into a large central room that was filled with all manner of things. She didn't even know what most of them were, some weren't even draconic, they were human and elvish. There were carvings and wooden places to sit, there were bits of fabric and fur, everything one could imagine was tossed about in a jay bird's abandon. There was no reason to it all and the dragoness was made to step around it widely, trying not to cause any damage as there were bits of jewelry and gold that caught her eyes. She only briefly let herself grow distracted as the rasping noise came to an end and there was a click as something was set down.

"Hello?" She called out as she saw movement and shadow in the darkness, something that was standing partially in shadow and firelight. "I don't mean to disturb you..."

"Hardly a disturbance when I heard your wings ages ago outside." A soft rich voice answered as the moving shadow peeled itself away from the wall and reared backwards. "I thought you might leave before even greeting me."

The shamaness solidified in the glittering ripple of scaling and twin deep orange-red eyes fixated on her with an amused twinkle hiding in their depths. She had half expected to come upon an elderly dragoness, one that had scales gone white with age and perhaps wings so weak they were unable to spread without aid, but that expectation was shattered by the female that she faced. The shamaness wasn't old, she was well toned and in her prime, with wide elegant wings and a curving neck that was offset with a series of gold and silver bands that ran all the way down towards the sweep of her shoulders. Her scales were polished and well kept, patterned in a vibrant royal blue and striped with darker markings that traced down the line of her haunches and length of her tail. Even her talons were well kept, tipped in gold claw sheathes that drew attention to the long toes. The two backward curved horns were carved and marked with strange runes that were traced over in pure silver.

"I... I'm Moreen, Holy One." The dragoness stammered, tipping her nose down respectfully as she felt a slight chill trace down her spine.

"Holy one.." The shamaness let out a soft laugh and dropped down to all fours with a click of talons on stone. "There is no need to be formal, I am Alosha and that is all you need call me. Welcome to my home, Moreen Al'Foria."

"You know me?" Moreen blinked in surprise, looking up to see the shamaness parting her lips in a broad smile that showed sharp serrated teeth.

"I know the Al'Foria line, you carry their bloodline well." Alosha murmured. "It has been a while since one of you have come to see me, but it is always a pleasure."

"Oh.." She blinked a little bit and gave her wings a little flick. "I.. I've never had a reason to visit you before, but you are well known as being able to help those in need. My mother said that there is nothing you do not know how do, Alosha."

"Oh there are many things I do not know how to do," Alosha answered, prumming softly in answer. "But there are just as many things that I am well acquainted with to make people think I can help. Come, come and sit down properly and you can tell me about why you've come. I don't often get guests and it will be pleasurable to leave off my scrying for a time.'"

The blue dragoness stood up with a tilt of her head, the eyes warming as she padded closer and Moreen felt a slight surge of hope. The warm welcome encouraged her as she stood up and followed behind Alosha, already working to put her problem together so that it could easily be understood. She had no doubt that the strange dragon would have the answer to her problem, it was a little problem when stacked up against what the shaman must deal with on a daily basis.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Alosha stretched out on the polished stone surface that she had worn down to the perfect curves to fit her body. She watched the stranger across from her and cupped her talons around a large curved bowl of tea that was steaming and bringing the fragrant scent to her nose. She watched her supplicant with a slight smile as the dragoness settled across from her with an obvious twinge of nervousness. She was used to seeing them frightened of her, worried that she might deny their request or take exception to how they came to her. She simply relaxed herself and gave her companion time to speak, keeping one eye on the dragoness who sniffed the tea curiously. It wasn't uncommon for her kind to not have experience with tea, but Alosha had developed a taste for it thanks to her dealing with other races.

She knew the line the female came from, it made her quite proud that she was able to consistently keep track of the families that surrounded her home. They were all different, each one unique and intriguing with their own customs and beliefs. Her predecessor had taught her how important it was to keep track of them, because eventually she would grow old enough she would need to seek her own apprentice, though she had hopes it wouldn't be for many years. She was still fresh and talented, weaving magic as easily as breathing, soothing quarrels and keeping the peace where she could. She rather looked forward to visitors in her home, it meant there would be a challenge, something beyond simple weather working and listening to growling dragons with bones to pick.

"I am summoned back to my family." Moreen finally offered in a slightly awkward tone. "There's a new clutch set to hatch and my mother wishes to hatch them in the old way, surrounded by the clan."

"A fine way to welcome new lives." Alosha commented and took a sip from her bowl, trying to be neat about it. "Do you wish a blessing for them?"

"No, I am sure my mother will approach you if she wishes it. My worry is, I am newly mated to Charal, a drake from the southern desert, and it has been made clear that as we have no hatchlings of our own, he is not required to be present." Moreen continued with a flick her tail. "We have only been mated half a year, and I have never left his side for long, I find myself worrried."

"Charal..." Alosha rolled the name on her tongue, bringing up memories and lists of names. "He's the gold fellow, yes? The four horns and split tail?"

"Yes, that is him, he comes from a modest family, but he is clever and provides well." The dragoness answered, lifting her head slightly. "There are many that find him exotic looking because of his coloring, and no few females tried to catch his eye."

"And you were the one that won, hmm?" She answered with a playful thrum of amusement.

"Yes." Moreen curved her neck, showing pride as she spoke.

"So, why should you worry?" Alosha took another drink, already suspecting what the dragoness was getting around to. "It seems you have found a fine mate, surely there is no reason to worry while you are gone."

"I would hope not, but there are females aplenty who will see my absence as a reason to try and seduce him away." She answered and tipped her muzzle down with a slight embarrassed look. "I would like to keep him reasonably satisfied...entertained. I don't doubt his loyalty, but there are quite a few females who would be eager to test it."

"Ahhh you want assurances that he isn't spending his lust on others while you are away." Alosha answered knowingly and flicked her tail tip back and forth. "This is the first time I have ever had this particular problem brought up, normally it's young drakes eager to try and satisfy their mates that visit me."

"Then you've done spells like this?" The dragoness perked up and lifted her head a little higher.

"I have, for drakes. I know how a female likes to be touched and caressed, it takes very little to work magic to bring such feelings to them." Alosha spoke slowly, mulling over the problem. "Just a few brushes of magic and I can make a drake cause his mate to writhe and cry out without touching her. I do not know what drives a male, what pleasures they prefer and enjoy."

"They... It can't be that hard, surely." Moreen said, twitching her tail tip back and forth. "Males enjoy females, perhaps just make a spell for that so that when he thinks of me or becomes restless he finds pleasure in it."

"It is not so simple." Alosha tapped her finger against the ground. "What does it feel like? How does a female feel wrapped around a male? What particular parts do they enjoy? What angle do they go in and how do they pleasure themselves? I cannot create what I do not know."

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Then it can't be done." Moreen said with a flinch, her tail tip cracking the ground with a rasp of scale on scale. "It's hopeless."

Moreen felt a pang of pain at the very idea that she had come all this way for nothing as she listened to the shamaness. She had expected to be given at least some sort of solution, but being told that it couldn't be done made her shift uncomfortably. It hadn't been that long of a flight here, but it was still wasted. Being with Alosha made her wonder just how the dragoness worked her magic. She wasn't that old, she wasn't even that impressive in terms of size, she looked very much like any other dragoness if she hadn't worn gold and silver on her bod. The decorations gave her an outlandish look, but what use was there in outlandish if she didn't have the spells to assure that Moreen would return to her drake still faithful to her?

It wasn't that she doubted Charal, not truly, he was a kind and wise drake that loved her deeply in his way, but she knew that once she was gone the light tailed females would be at him. They would make tempting offers, ones that he could easily refuse at first, but what virile drake could refuse each offer? Especially when she wasn't waiting for him at their lair. She could hardly fault him when she knew some of the females that would try to fling themselves at him. There were too many that resented her for her role, that would try to convince him to give her up. Monogamy wasn't widely practiced by dragons as a rule, she knew that, she even knew that one day he might choose another mate, she would even accept a new dragoness once they were settled with one another and was secure in his favor, but not now. Not so swiftly. The first dragoness to lay his clutch would be his first and primary mate, the one that came above all others, all it would take would be one slip of a female in heat to unseat her position.

"I never said that it was hopeless, only that I would need more knowledge than I have now." Alosha answered slowly. "I would have to learn about drakes intimately."

"And that does us no good." Moreen sighed a little and forced a slight smile. "It's not that it's your fault, thank you very much for receiving me. I thought it was worth asking, even if it is hopeless."

"Oh it's not hopeless." Alosha brightened up as she spoke. "It is never hopeless, I'll just have to approach this problem differently."

"Truly?" She perked up again as the blue dragoness took a drink of her tea, seemingly enjoying the strong tasting mixture.

The red-orange eyes were unfocused as the dragoness seemed to be thinking as she swallowed the mixture, making Moreen shift uncomfortably while her tail flicked lightly back and forth. She took a drink of her own bowl, finding it impossible to simply enjoy the taste. It was too much like drinking a plant, the earthy taste made her lips curl back a little bit, but she stifled the urge to spit it out. If the other female enjoyed the aromatic mixture, than she could stomach it. It seemed an age before Alosha let out a low laugh and pushed herself up to sit on her haunches, her forepaws placed neat as a cats with her long tail curling around it with a shivery little lash back and forth. She looked as if she'd come to a decision, one that made her features light up with mischief.

"I think it can be done, I need only change my own shape into that of a male, something that is easily done." Alosha answered at last. "Once I understand a male body, I can shape the spell for you and our mate."

"That would be lovely!" Moreen nearly shivered with delight. "If the spell isn't too difficult, that is. I will do whatever I can to help you."

"I am glad to hear it, if I am to study what drives a drake to take pleasure in a female I will need a female." Alosha showed her teeth in a parody of a smile before standing up entirely and padding away. "Come with me, I don't work magic here, that will be in my main room."

"Need a female?" Moreen trailed off a little uncertainly as she stepped forward, moving to follow the older female with a slight flick of her wings.

"Obviously. If I am to replicate the feel of being inside a female, I must understand what it feels like. Intimately." Alosha turned her head back and offered a slightly teasing smile on her face. "I can assure you that you are under no risk of becoming pregnant with me, it would be purely for the sake of the spell, though I expect we both mind find it enjoyable."

Moreen swallowed, her stomach giving a slight flip flop at what was being suggested. If Alosha would be a male, it was obvious she was intending to mount a female, something that was quite the borderline of cheating on her mate. But, it would be technically with another female, not truly another male. She would have no reason to be seduced by a drake to leave Charal, instead, she would be doing what she had to do to make sure that they remained a strong pairing. Without the risk of pregnancy, what harm in there was that? He need not ever know, he could simply enjoy the pleasures that he received from her sacrifice. The dragoness lifted her head and trotted faster to keep up with the shamaness, holding onto her resolve.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Alosha had used various spells to change her coloring and form over the years. They were all incredibly simple to use, especially when one understood the ins and outs of how they were developed. The feel of the magic sliding over her body was familiar enough, but it was a bit more intimate as she stood in the central circle and dragged the spell up and over her scales. It caressed her and smoothed down the line of her spine as she closed her eyes and let the light flared to darken and deepen her scaling. She fed the energy into the spell with a controlled stream that let the magic spreading deeper inside of her, aided by her will as it caught the wild edges of the energy that tried to escape. She fed it into herself, rolling her over and under while she felt the slight glow of the ring around her as it activated.

It was a variation of her other transformation spells, but this time she was well aware that she was being watched as she worked. She could feel the dragoness' eyes on her as she made a show out of the spell. Real magic was subtle, a flip from one to the other, but with an audience she always did her best to impress with the way that her magic worked. She wanted them to be enthralled by it, to lean forward and see it as a mystery instead of a science. With that in mind, she deliberately made her scales began to glow and draw attention to the fact that her neck was starting to thicken and her elegant curved horns became heavier along her head. She lidded her eyes and arched her back, feeling the warmth of the magic slipping along her body and spreading outwards in a teasing caress that was quite surprisingly pleasurable and made her spread her wings outwards slightly as she worked her magic down lower.

The changes to this spell were less dramatic than changing her entire form, it required more effort to make sure that the small adjustments were done with a light touch to prevent anything from going wrong. Her chest deepened and her legs began to thicken and grow heavier, the talons grew longer as her haunches spread outwards. The extra weight came from scales that became heavily layered to form armor that could withstand blows with ease, thick inner talons curled downwards and pressed against the inside of her forelegs, creating spurs that were generally used for dominance fights. She let out a breath and rumbled, the sound coming out deeper as her internal body began to shift and adjust, her tail growing shorter and more club like behind her haunches.

It was a blow to the gut to feel her stomach beginning to change and ripple, space spilling out while she could see in her mind's eye the changes she was affecting in herself. It took little more than a few nudges to force her ovaries to c hange and draw backwards towards her haunches, the magic forming ducts as her vent began to swell and open up slightly. The warm dark flesh answered her call slowly, struggling against the natural inclinations of her body and she hissed out and arched her back higher in the air. It was a dull discomfort as the flesh rippled and changed, the movements drawing outwards slowly, but surely. She felt the bulge parting her vent wider, gaping it with a flash of thick heavy wetness while the tip of a shaft began to swell itself open.

Alosha closed her eyes and shuddered, her nose tasting the earthy mixture of a drake as she coaxed the growing shaft out of her body. The internal testicles became heavier, bulging just behind the vent that disgorged the growing length. The heavy ridges stood out one by one, becoming more prominent as the S shaped length curled itself right up along the underside of her stomach. She rocked herself forward, he rocked himself forward. The drake hissed a little bit as the base became thicker and was exposed to the air, twitching slightly as it swelled open and the tip rubbed right against the curve of his belly scales. He shuddered and rocked forward, thrusting against himself as there was a loud popping noise and two of his metal collars snapped open with the thickest portion of his broad neck.

"Ahhh... That is better." Alosha rumbled, his voice far deeper as he felt the magic adjusting and tweaking his body delicately.

It didn't take long for the duct that travel along the length of his cock, opening up so that there was a spill of precum that webbed along the tip and he gave another slow thrust forward. The movement rippled and tightened his haunches as he delighted in the feel of the newly made skin rubbing against his scales. It was a wholly unique sensation of pleasure, one that he was entirely unaccustomed too as it danced through him and he tilted his head down to one side to look beneath himself. The exposed length was gleaming and protruded from thick heavy lips that were splayed open wide around the thoroughly engorged base. The ridges were sharp and pronounced all the way up towards the tip, and he knew intimately that the ridges were designed to stimulate a female into making her receptive.

The wetness at the tip glazed a few of his scales as he dropped onto his haunches to better examine himself. He briefly forgot that he was being observed as he was entranced by the own subtle changes to his body. The scent of drake filled his nose, something that was normally arousing, became a backdrop in his mind as he flexed his wings briefly and flashed the wingtips outwards before relaxing them again. He moved one of his large paws down between his thighs and traced his fingers just along the underside of the protruding ridges and rumbled with pleasure at his own touch. No, it wasn't at all like being female, the touches weren't quite as intense as the times he had used his tongue on himself, but they were still lovely and he ran his fingers beneath the ridges again with some interest, studying the sensations.

His tip helpfully spilled more precum onto his curled toes, but they little helped matters as he wasn't quite able to curl his toes down hard enough to really get a grip on the cock. The feel of his toes stroking over the length wasn't nearly as pleasurable as he thought it could be. It wasn't that it wasn't delightful, it was that it lacked a sense of pressure wrapped around himself. He rocked his hips delicately, testing out the curl of his toes with a rumble when he managed to squeeze along the glans. That felt very much more like what he wanted and he tried to repeat the motion by splaying out his heavy hind legs and felt the wetness of his precum coating against the fingers that danced back and forth lightly. His breathing came a bit faster, the nostrils flared wide to draw in each breath while he gave a rocking plunge forward and then drew backwards.

The wet precum began to coat against his finger tips, spreading the messy spill rushing outwards as he slipped down towards his base and he settled himself with his legs splaying slightly. His eyes closed all the way as he savored the touch of his own toes against himself. The smooth silky skin was overly sensitive, warm and growing hotter by the moment as it gave little twitches and twinges. There was a squirt that made him jerk in place, feeling the hot stream of precum webbing against his toes and he arched himself upwards. He gave a short rocking thrust forward, the ridges falling into the curve of his toes so that they were stimulated with the light strokes that rubbed backwards. His tip began to quiver slightly as he splayed his hind legs a bit wider, the pressure warming just low between his legs where his testicles had come to rest.

His experience as a female had always involved his tongue, his toes, penetration being one of the things that gave him a feeling of pleasure, but this was incredibly different. He hunched himself forward again, the rocking movement rippling the powerful curve of his haunches as he used his tail as a brace. It wasn't just the feel of his touch stroking against the bare skin, it was the pressure that squeezed through him. His breathing came out in a hitch, his hind legs bracing as he gave another smooth stroke forward. The short thrust sent a sudden along his stomach, his belly muscles contracted as he let out a deep heavy groan of pleasure, his eyes parting a little bit as he let his tongue spill out from his muzzle. The thick ridges plucked against his toes, the little drags making him rock forward again, his tail flexing slightly as the wetness coated all the way down towards his base.

"Oh!" The exclamation brought him back to himself, realizing that the dove grey dragoness was watching with wide eyes, trying to keep as quiet as she could across from him.

"Did you think I was making a joke?" Alosha rumbled, cupping beneath his dark length and feeling it twitch with interest.

"No... I didn't realize it would be so.." She trailed off and tucked her head to one side in embarrassment as she had been staring. He rumbled laughter and drew in the faint sweetness of her scent.

Moreen had been lovely before he had changed his genders. She was like most of her clan, slightly understated, but beautifully proportioned with wide wings and an elegant curved neck. Her muzzle was graceful and tapered, but it was her body that he found himself looking at. She was lean, true, but there was a promising hint of softness on her that made him react with a surge of warmth. Her haunches were rounded and there was a trim belly that was covered in smooth hide instead of hard scaling. It made him wonder just how lovely it would feel cupped against his paws, her warm body twisted around his own as his thick heavy tail caught hers to snare it high in the air.

He had suggested mating her for a purpose, and that purpose was still there, as open and honest as the shamaness had ever been, but now it was tinged with real anticipation. It came stirring from the depths of his mind and caused him to feel heat rising to his face at the intensity of his desires, but to feel her warm body beneath him and caress the soft hide of her stomach created an erotic rush of pleasure that caused him to shift on all fours and move his paw away from his twitching shaft. He would do his duty to her, learn what a male desired, learn to mimic the sensations so that they could be replicated in a spell, but it would be his pleasure to learn them.

"Come here, Moreen, we have much work to do if we are to make sure I create the proper spell for your mate." He offered, trying to keep his voice measured instead of eager. It shouldn't have been an effort, but it was, it truly was.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Moreen could hardly believe the drake standing in front of her was the female that she had followed into the strange arcane workroom, but the coloring was still the same. The dragon was larger and heavier, but there were more subtly differences in the pattern of the scales, the size of the horns. There was more bulk to the chest, the line of the haunches, but the real showing that the shamaness was no longer female came between the legs. Alosha was only familiar in his color and eyes that were turned towards her expectantly, something that made the dragoness take a step backwards as doubt assailed her. The scent of strange drake was on the air, tumbled all together in a situation that left her breathing a little faster while she weighed her options.

She couldn't stop staring. She had never seen such magic in her life and now the drake was actually watching her in a manner that left her heart leaping in her chest. It was an entirely masculine look that was turned on her, reminding her forcefully of Charal. She couldn't look away, no matter how she tried to avert her eyes, they were always led back to the black hanging length that was resting low on the stomach. Alosha was larger than Charal, not quite so long, but a good deal thicker around the base. It made her realize she had stepped easily into a role that she was not prepared for, though her body was intrigued by the way the dragon was waiting for her expectantly.

Her mind was filled with images of her first heady mating with her Charal, had he had felt inside of her, the way she had been stretched as she had delighted in each and every thrust. Why was it so

"Are you thinking better of your wish?" Alosha finally asked, the voice thick and heavy sounding from the large broad muzzle.

"I.. It is being unfaithful." She offered finally, tilting her head down again as she watched the heavy spire twitch slightly.

"I am hardly a drake that is coming to steal you away." Alosha actually laughed and the drake stood up, moving a bit clumsily as if getting use to his large heavy legs. "It is of no mind to me if you wish to leave, I will not force you."

As the changed shamaness spoke she came in closer, the rippling muscles slid along his back while the powerful muscular tail was held up at an angle that tugged the vent downwards. The heavy cock was bobbing beneath him and twitching slightly as the wetness started to well up from the dimpled opening, making Moreen stare at him. Her eyes couldn't move away, her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt a flush of warmth starting to spread along her lower stomach. She shivered a little bit as she caught the scent of male on the air, making her feel the heat flushing to her cheeks while she watched the thickness of the tail swinging upwards again with a little thrum as he came in closer.

She could have easily stepped away as Alosha nearly brushed against her side, but she didn't. She had never been with another male before, there was curiosity that was bubbling in her to wonder what he would feel like. She pushed away the unworthy thought with a rapid head shake. This wasn't about her, this was about making sure that her mate did not take on a secondary mate so early in their relationship. Alosha wasn't being pushy with the matter, instead the drake seemed to be moving towards a broad slice of glass that served as a mirror, admiring himself with a swing of his hips that made the heavy shaft swing back and forth. The base was swollen open wide and bulging the vent as wide as it could possibly go and she shifted a little bit.

"I'm not changing my mind." She answered after a moment, swallowing as the drake turned to look at her. "I just was hesitant, that's all."

"Ahh it is strange, but I need to research for me to create a proper spell for you." Alosha murmured, her voice a deep rich rumble from low in the throat. "I'm sure you understand that I am only doing my best to give you what you need."

"I suppose you are." She swallowed and tipped her head down slightly as the drake gave a slow smile. "I just..didn't expect this."

"We shall learn together." Alosha thrummed and moved in close, sliding his body right beside her with a caress that made Moreen arch her back up and shiver. "I at least know enough about the female form to make sure it is pleasurable enough."

The slight twinge of guilt was erased with a shiver of anticipation as the tongue flicked along her neck sensuously while the heavy paw slipped right against the line of her side.. The talons gently traced against the line of her side, running lightly against her more delicate scaling as the warm body rubbed against with a teasing slide. Alosha was heavier and larger than she was now, and he used that weight to make sure that he was looming over her as a wing slipped out to brush against the line of her spine. She tilted her head back and let out a short high pitched trill when the wing fingers spread open right around the base of the tail. The claw tips teased lightly to either side as she arched herself up with a warm rush of breath that ran along the nape of her neck. The movements trailed lower and she let out a shaking sound from low in her throat, all of her legs shaking in place.

The muzzle trailed down just beneath the line of the tail base, the hot heavy bursts ran lower as the thick tongue swept out with a twist and curl. There was a slide that slathered a wet trail of saliva, lashing against the delicate scaling just under her tail and startling her. She whimpered and felt her cheeks heat up, her neck curving back to see the drake nestling his muzzle just between the hind legs. The heavy pants teasing over her as the slippery soft tongue danced its way just along the line of her mound and made her hips hike up automatically. She cried out, the sound not something she could stop as she felt the slow slide of the tongue tip tracing over her outer lips and dipping inwards, sampling her. It was more intimate than she had planned for, but she didn't protest as he began to lick her with smooth slow caresses, making her spread her hind legs open more in open invitation for him.

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Alosha had always been free with affections and had rarely thought about the sex of those that he partnered. He had had his share of male loves on top of him and even a few females that he had used his tongue on to teach the pleasures that they could experience. It had never truly mattered to him, he had always believed himself disconnected from his loins and simply able to enjoy the moment, but he was being proven wrong now. The drake lifted a heavy paw and draped it along her haunches as he spread his muzzle open wide as he shoved his long powerful tongue between the thick soft lips. He spread them open wider, slathering the wet saliva along her as he tasted the sweet arousal starting to grow and he pushed his tongue in deeper, parting her taut passage with his cock twitching harder beneath him.

He wanted that taste, he craved it, scraping his tongue along the narrow sleep walls that began to suckle with teasing strokes as if trying to wrap around him. The scent of the female was rich in his nose, flowing over his thoughts until he couldn't quite think of anything else. He used a toe to curl down and pry the lips open wide as he dragged his tongue backwards, strands of saliva clung between them as Moreen let out a shallow cry and arched herself up. She wasn't trying to break away from her, she was tucking herself in close and rocking backwards as the thick base of her tongue gaped the walls open wide. His breathing came out in short heavy pants as his cock rubbed along his belly and he moved a forepaw down to wrap around the base of his shaft.

He felt the way it was twitching and quivering, growing harder and more eager as he plunged his tongue tip in deeper, scooping up a mouthful of her sweet juices. She was rocking back against him, the tail draped against the line of his shoulder and back towards his spine as he dragged his tongue slowly outwards. He took his time, using the texture to pluck and tug, making her cry out in reaction to his touch. He had spent much time with his tongue between a dragoness' legs in the past, but this was more heated and less controlled. His mind was having problems achieving any sort of disconnect as he slurped his tongue back and worked the tip against her outer folds. The little strands of wetness clung between them as the arousal coated her body and he admired the taut narrow passage before lapping out again.

The scent and taste made him feel half wild, his mind refused to stop working to the thought of just how tight she would be wrapped around him. He flexed his toes and rolled his back, thrusting into his own paw before plunging his tongue forward again. He spread his muzzle open wide, cupping against her haunches as he forced his tongue deeper into the passage, wriggling the tip back and forth, flicking upwards before he drew backwards again. He was breathing in short ragged groans, his back arching upwards as he felt the walls suddenly closing down tightly, trying to hold onto him. Moreen cried out, the shrill sweet call as the hind legs pushed back further and the thickness of his tongue base began to pry her open wider, making her shudder in place.

The wetness was coating his muzzle as his cock began to twitch and give a wild jump upwards with a squirt of precum against the line of his belly. He pulled backwards, slowing his roiling tongue movements to slowly drag his tongue backwards with a smooth stroke. The length of the tongue slipped free with a wet slurping noise, his body shaking with desire as he panted the scent and taste of her with each breath. It wasn't professional to have such desires, but he was lost in the churning emotions and need to possess her. Her lips were gleaming wetly, swollen and flushed with her arousal as he ran his tongue up along the line of her spine, dragging her in closer as he rubbed right along the line of his side. He let out a thick trill as his cock twitched up along his stomach, watching as Moreen arched herself and shivered beside him.

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Moreen's body felt on fire, the wet arousal clung against the line of her well stroked mound, the slickness coated her outer lips while Alosha slipped against him. The paw dragged downwards with a little rub that ran the toe back and forth right against the curve of her side. She was nearly shaking while her eyes closed and the muzzle slipped up higher against the nape of her neck. She felt herself being exposed as he thrummed and nipped firmly, making her skin jump a little bit. Her inner walls were squeezing down around nothing, little contractions and jumps as she tried to calm herself down. She was flushed and confused, not quite sure how this was happening as Alosha seemed to know exactly how to touch her to get the reactions he wanted. She shuddered and then cried out as the teeth bit down firmly against the back of her neck and she heard the dominant possessive rumble of a drake ring in her ears.

It felt strangely surreal to have another male seducing her, to be caressed and arch into the touch to try and allow him to touch her body with talons that curled against the line of her haunches. The toes flexed a little bit while she was dragged in closer, pulling her down closer to the ground as she felt the teeth running closer down towards the edge of her shoulder blades. The short little nips and pinches caused her to jump in place as she felt the sharp teeth graze against her. The drake's thick tail slipped naturally beneath her own, no hesitation or clumsiness in that movement and she closed her eyes as the scaled underside brushed right along the tender mound of her vent. It was slippery and wet, making it slide easily against his tail when he flexed slightly.

The scales were thicker on a male, and they pulled right over the full thick twin lips to pull them open just enough to run against the inside mound. She couldn't help but arch herself up higher, letting her tail be drawn upwards so that she could feel the slow caress against her. The weight of one forepaw slipped up and ran along her back, smoothing her wings down so that she was folding them neatly against her side, feeling the toes flexing playfully against her body. She squirmed and arched up higher, her tail raising itself as the thick muscular appendage and squeezed as the tip of the glistening cock slipped right against her. It brushed as he pressed above her, his tongue flicking out lightly as he arched his back and ground his tip right beside her tail and she closed her eyes and arched her back in delight at the sensation.

He pushed his weight down over her and she naturally dropped her weight and spread her wings, crouching so that her hips were pushed up high in the air while his tail kept her exposed. His own body curled beneath her, his haunches tightening as the cock tip pushed right up against her lips and she shuddered. The wet saliva and arousal clung against him messily, strands of it gathered against the tip as the tip gave a powerful rock forward. The cock tip began to spread open wider and wider, the slow spread of her body made her cry out as he began to drive his bare tip right into her passage. The hot slathering wetness coated against the silky smooth inner passage, the rush of precum coated and slathered through her body as she spread her forelegs and opened her jaws wide with a ragged cry of pleasure.

"GODS!" She cried out as the hips gave another rough plunge forward, curling and tightening as the teeth held tight against the nape of her neck. It felt so incredibly good to be stretched tight around the shaft.

She turned her head to one side and simply gave herself over the pleasure as the dragon's paws wrapped around her tightly. The hold pulling her hips upwards as he sank himself deeper, caressing and sliding through her slickened passage. It was so terribly wrong, but it didn't feel wrong, it felt so glorious. This wasn't really cheating, it was all for a good cause.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Alosha felt an unfamiliar surge of possessive desire run through him as he moved his paws to slide around the dragoness. Her body was so warm and delightful rubbing against his chest, making his cock twitch and jerk upwards. The little twinges building as he growled and nipped against the nape of the neck with a bit more force. He closed his legs down tight, pulling her back as he used the thickness of her tail to keep her tail up and rubbed his cock tip downwards, caressing against her scales. The beating of his heart was a wild flutter as his toes found the soft underside and the delight of the muscles rippling and shifting. Moreen wriggled playfully, arching the body upwards as his cock began to rub and slipped downwards to probe lightly just beneath her tail.

The wet precum slathered against her soft full lips, feeling her own arousal against his shaft as there was a shudder of pure pleasure that raced down the line of his back. It was instinctive to open his jaws to grip the back of her neck, holding tightly with a flex of his teeth as she hissed out and let out a trilling cry. He rocked forward, grinding himself against the tight cunny lips, coating the wet arousal before he pushed forward. The powerful movement rippled his stomach muscles as he caught between her thick full lips and began to spread open around his glans. The warm pressure surrounded him as he let out a series of short heavy pants, his wings flaring as he felt the narrow passage swallowing open around his cock. His tail flexed and yanked her tail up higher, gaining more purchase as he gave a powerful driving thrust forward.

She cried out beneath him, her body going tense as the first few inches sank through her and he felt her walls wrapping around him. They were so incredibly warm feeling as the muscles flexed and clutched, the little strokes making him shiver slightly as he worked himself up. He sank forward with a lewd wet noise, the slick arousal being pushed out around the tip of his shaft as he made room for himself inside of her taut body. She arched beneath him, crying out and her body began to shake wildly as she twisted and contorted herself in a series of wild movements, swinging herself about with a trilling call before the next thrust drove forward and he felt his ridges plucking forward one after another. He forced them deeper, his hips rocking with a powerful drive that pushed her hips up higher in the air while there was a stream of hot thick precum that spread out deeper into the passage.

Each rolling movement probed his tip in deeper into the passage, driving and burrowing as far as he could possibly go while he drew backwards with a yank that slipped the lips backwards. The wet strands coated over him, glistening over the black slimy flesh before he drove forward again, forcing his girth in deeper, glutting the narrow passage with his length, feeling it start to flex and tighten as she cried out beneath him again. Nearly half his length pushed home and he tightened his hold on her tail with a snarl as she writhed in place, making the walls start to contract down tightly around him as he drew backwards with a powerful jerk, slipping the spire free with a lewd wet splatter. It was entirely unlike being on the receiving in, the warmth and pressure worked through him.

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Moreeen let out a ragged cry and closed her eyes, dipping her head down towards the ground as the cock drove deeper into her body. The tip ground itself deeper into the passage, probing deeper as the ridges rubbed through her, stimulating her at the perfect angle. She was growing more aroused by the moment, the slippery heat built as her own arousal was being shifted and rubbed through her, mixing with the thick heavy stream of precum and her own arousal. Her body was shaking in place while her hips shifted backwards and pushed back onto the cock, helping it sink in deeper as her forebody was pushed down against the ground and he snarled above her as the thickness of his base sank into her warm sleek body.

He was thicker than Charal, the weight of him made sure that she was stretched open wide as she could possibly go. He was so much wider that he had to use real force to plunge into her body, wedging inwards and starting to drag his length in and out of her. The rolling powerful thrusts rocked her forward and made her brace herself as the tip spilled out another thick heavy rivulet of precum that flushed into the depths of her body. She tightened around him, clutching along the ridges before the yank backwards caused her to jerk upwards, writhing in place as she braced her hind legs and locked them in place. The powerful movements drew the black length from her, but not that far, he barely slipped two ridges free before the next drive squelched wetness from her gaping lips.

She felt her heart pounding in her cheeks as she flushed and let out a full throated cry when the drake began to drive in short powerful movements. They were constantly building up on each other, forcing deeper, probing and prying her as wide as she could possibly go. The taut inner walls were stretching open, force swallowing along the length as the twitch sent a streamer of of thick viscous precum rubbed through him. His jaws flexed against her, tightening and refusing to let go as the thrusts became faster and harder, hitting roughly against her haunches as the ridges worked over the most sensitive parts of her walls. The wet syrupy sounds filled her ears as she spread her toes out and let out a deep throated cry as the next thrust hit hard and crashed against her haunches, the paws flexed and squeezed her hips with a more demanding hold.

She could feel herself getting more aroused, forgetting the reason she was doing this as she felt the tip probing deep into her belly, probing her in the most intimate way possible. The hot breath hit against the nape of her neck, the teeth raked along the edges, playfully pulling her head upwards as she felt the next plunge that forced the base deep inside of her. The rake pulled right along the rough patch of her g-spot with steady movements that made her tense up, the contractions hugged tightly around the cock as she opened her jaws wide. Her entire body going tense with pleasure as she felt the pressure growing inside of her, the surge of lust overtaking her thoughts, stripping her of her inhibitions. The added thickness seemed to find new places to tease over to keep her worked up. Her claws raked the ground and she arched her back, splaying her hind legs wide and pushed back onto the shamaness greedily.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Alosha saw flashes of red as he drove himself and hilted deep inside of the female who cried out beneath him. He could feel each and every contraction that worked through him, the powerful muscles stroked him at just the right angle that he was shuddering in pleasure as he bore down against her. He gave short rapid thrusts, plunging with short movements, rapidly blurring his hips as he continually forced the length into her body, bottoming out at the apex of each thrust as her walls forced open wide around the base of his cock. She was stretched tight while he girth was glazed in the thick coating of the dragoness' juices, smearing down towards his tip while he rolled his hips backwards. He felt her clutching down greedily, unwilling to give up the length of his shaft even for a few inches.

It was almost painfully pleasurable to feel the ridges pop free one at a time, slipping out with a wet splatter of arousal that fell down towards the ground. His snarling voice rang out as he drove back home again and he moved one of his hind feet up to brace against her haunches. His body was shuddering in place while he panted in short shallow bursts, every breath building into pleasure as he flexed his wings out wider and gave a yank back again. The ridges popped out with a wet sound, slipping free only a few inches before he drove home again and her walls started to suckle and milk along his length. The powerful movements slipped over him as the tip nudged in as far as he could go, wanting to claim her, own her.

They were foreign feelings to him, he had always been naturally free with his affections, but now he clung to the female that suddenly bugled out a rush of pleasure. Her hips jerked up high and pushed back against him as the walls suddenly started to spasm and twitch, the movements locking around his ridges as he felt his stomach tensing up. The sudden rush of wetness pushed around him as he drove home again, pushing through her orgasm as his tail shuddered slightly and he felt his internal testes starting to pull upwards. They were tightening as he sped up his movements, his paws flexing a little along her stomach as she twisted and writhed in place, her body arching upwards, jerking and making him shove down harder against her, pinning her in place as the ridges began to stand out along the underside of his cock.

The flush of warmth flowed over him as his wings flexed, her tight walls closed down and squeezed him as the ridges jerked and twitched. The thick swollen length jabbed in deep into the warm welcoming depths, claiming them for his own as he put all of his weight down against her. She couldn't writhe away, she couldn't do anything to stop him as the thickened base gave another twitch before he let out a snarling cry. He released Moreen's neck and let out a roar of pleasure as his entire body shuddered in place as his internal testes began to work and churn inside of him. It was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced as the pressure burst free and he draped himself over the dragoness while the first hot stream of his cum poured out of his tip and flooded her shaking body.

He let out a baritone roar as the stream of his seed poured out in rope after thick creamy rope of his seed. The slick spread rushed deeper as he rolled his hips, the smooth movements rolling and shifting his hips, feeling her milking greedily along his cock. His eyes lidded as another thick rush pulsed up his length, splattering out and being churned by the rolling of his hips, mixing the fluids together inside of the dragoness beneath him, savoring the warmth of her body as she kept gripping oh so greedily around him. His body growing heavy with the pleasurable afterglow as his wings relaxed and drooped down a bit lower to mantle above the well mated female.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Moreen whimpered out soft as she felt the cock spilling out another warm rush of cum into her waiting belly, the heat spreading out over the edges as she felt the warm muzzle nestled against her neck. She felt the hot mixture shifting around the dark black shaft as the hips started to move and adjust, the slow movements pulling before the girth twitched again. It was incredibly intimate, the warm weight of the cum puddled inside of her making her relieved she wasn't in season. The drake had beyond emptied himself inside of her and the ridges lightly stimulated her as the paws moved from her stomach and dropped down to either side of her, the stomach rubbing lightly along her back as he rumbled out. The low growl made her shiver and swallowed down a little noise from deep in her throat.

She felt warm all over, the afterglow of mating making her want to roll and squirm in delight on the ground, her belly so well filled that she couldn't help but feel contented with the situation. The thick syrupy mixture made her want more, some part of her already set for another round as the hips shifted and lifted up. The ridges pulled free with a wet noise, making her cry out weakly and arched her back up in the air as the cock slipped free with a wet noise. The wet dribbles fell down along her splayed lips, cum leaking between the soft lips in creamy strands as she wriggled forward slightly as Alosha gave himself a shake and blinked his eyes a few times. He looked as relaxed as she felt, his wings drooped down and his used cock softened between his legs as he let out a low rumble.

"That was a bit more intense than I thought it would be." He commented and offered a sideways smile as she stretched out and felt the wet creamy mixture drooling from her well mated mound. "I hope you were not disappointed."

"No.. j-just unexpected." Moreen answered and shivered a little bit as she folded her wings to her sides. "I hope you learned what you needed."

The drake's lips parted in an almost smile at her, one that made her flush a little bit as she rolled over onto her belly and moved with a little flush. She could feel the mess that the drake had made, but she didn't try to hide herself with her tail, instead she offered a shy smile back at him. She did her best not to watch the cock withdrawing back into his vent beneath him, the slow withdraw glistening wetly in the light with the last few droplets of cum beaded on the cock tip. It made her squirm slightly in embarrassment.

"I think I have." He bared his teeth in a wicked smile. "Of course, I would be more than eager to try again just to make sure I know how to shape the spell."

"Oh.. I.." She swallowed and flicked her wings a little bit. "If you need too, of course."

"We'll see..." He gave her a sly smile, one that warmed her down to her toes and she just swallowed and curled her tail around her haunches. "First, let me see what I can manage to come up with for you."

The heavy drake winked as he stood up and gracefully moved towards the first room they had come in, leaving Moreen to follow. Her breathing still rather rapid as she padded behind him and recalled the reason she had come here. She hadn't imagined the shaman would take a price such as this, but it would be worth it for the future. She reminded herself it had been a price, not simply a pleasure. Her body disagreed with her, entirely.

~ ~ * ~ ~

It took Alosha two days to craft a spell that would give Charal dreams and vivid moments of experiencing mating his little grey dragoness. The shaman had had to work long into the night to create the powder, drawing on his own sensory memories to make what the gold drake would experience as being as vivid and realistic as possible. In that time he had amply sampled Moreen, taking her several times to renew the sensations he experienced, though he was quite greedily enjoying the presence of her body beneath him and against him. The last time had been quite sweet and delightful, belly to belly as he had ridden her until her voice was rough and she had been leaking his seed long into the morning. It was a pity that their time had had to come to an end.

There was a small part of his mind that wanted her, to lure her deeper into the caves, to claim her and keep her until she was fat with his eggs. It was a foreign idea that made him shake his head back and forth as he watched her wing her way from the ledge with a sweet high pitched greeting. He knew better than to give into those urges when he changed his shape and he pushed them to the back of his mind as he took a deep breath of the dawn air. By the time the sun was at the highest the little dragoness would be back with her mate and presenting him with the spell. He had no doubt that Charal would remain faithful to her, especially since each time he closed his eyes he would experience an intense vivid mating unlike anything he had felt before.

"I will have to remember this spell." He rumbled and stretched his broad wings out, feeling the armored plates expanding slightly as he glanced out over the land.

It was time for him to return to his proper shape, he knew that he would have to strip himself eventually, but a small part of his mind was still working as he sampled the air. He didn't want to return to his female shape, at least, not yet. He had enjoyed Moreen a great deal, but his territory spanned and protected many females in it. Females that had no mates of their own, that had lost their males to battle or ill fate and were safe beneath the mantel of his protection. It seemed a shame that they had no relief of their own when it came to pleasure, a shame that no drake dared his territory to mount them and pleasure them. He lashed his tail lightly and twitched the corners of his lips back as he spread his wings slightly and gave them another shake, crouching down towards the ground.

A pity they have gone unsatisfied, but I am the one that has pledged to protect and watch over them. And isn't mating simply another part of watching over them? _ He thought with a shiver of anticipation. _It is the least I can do for them. They have their needs to meet after all.

_ _

It was easy to justify, it would only be for an afternoon after all and he knew of a sweet white dragoness that spent her time near the far lakes. She was a lovely thing even to another dragoness, to the drake, he was already stirring at the thought of her as he jumped up into the air and swept his wings down. He lunged up higher and higher in the air, sweeping them down as he surged into the sky, his first destination already in his mind. He had had a sampling, now he wanted more.