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The old bovine looked about the public area of her inn that served as bar, eating area and meeting hall and sighed. Despite the crackling of the fire, the sigh sounded as loud as the thunder that had been crashing and rumbling steadily for nearly the past two weeks, just about the same time her inn had remained empty. She had already fed her children what little she could allow them, trying to save the rest and best for whomever might seek shelter from the storms, and sent them to bed. Sitting heavily at the table, she sighed again, wishing she could feel the touch of her husband once again. It had been so long - too long.

Unconsciously, her right hand pulled up her skirts, pushed aside the simple fabric covering blocking her touch and sought the warm, wet folds of her vulva in the way her mother had shown her too many years ago to even bear thinking about. Her fingers were a poor substitute for her husband's strong, powerful erection though, and no substitute for his loving embrace. As her fingers slid inside her thick, puffy labia and worked deep inside her, she considered heading out to the stables and the company of the horses or donkey she kept for the supply wagon or working the small field she tried to grow crops in. Again, poor substitutes for her dead husband but they were more of a match for his shaft and affectionate enough in their own way, especially if she supplied them with a carrot or two.

Rain smashed against the shutters as the wind rose and the thunder crashed again. She would have braved it if she hadn't already seen to their evening hay and water and almost considered going anyway under the pretense of checking on the animals because of the storm. But she would have had to pass by her husband's grave and the feel the burning shame of what she was about to do and the emptiness his death had left her with, though that emptiness never left her. Despite the heaviness of her heart and the emotions crushing down on her, the cow woman was on the verge of an orgasm - a powerful one - one that would definitely wake her children were she to bellow out here in the hall instead of behind the sturdy door of her bedroom.

She was already getting to her feet to lock up when the door latch rattled. Someone was coming in! When someone came calling this late at night, her mind always raced between the possibilities that they were a guest coming to stay or bandits coming to rape and pillage. She glanced over at the bar mindful of the ax kept there and quickly recalled the training her husband had given her in how to handle it as a weapon. As a hostess she should have rushed to the door to welcome her new arrival but as a mother and owner of the establishment, she stood a few steps away from the bar and the ax.

Eventually the latch yielded and a single visitor dressed in fine, though drenched, robes stepped in. Though cautious, the bovine went to the bar grabbing a towel instead of the ax. She approached the tall stranger carefully. He removed his hat just as carefully, mindful not to spray the water standing in small pools on its irregular surface and set it upon a stool. The innkeeper noticed the pointed scaly snout sticking out of the hood of one of the finest cloaks she'd ever laid her eyes upon. Though many travelers, including numerous knights and even some royalty, came to her inn on their way to the cave of the local dragon, none had ever dressed as beautifully as the shimmering material her guest wore.

The hood was drawn back and the innkeeper froze. As beautiful as the material of the cloak was, it paled in comparison to the face it had hidden seconds before. Her scales shimmered in the firelight so it was impossible to tell if she were copper, gold, or perhaps even silver. The eyes glittered and shone in the deepest green the bovine could ever recall seeing, even in the height of spring. She fancied they must be like the emeralds her husband had vividly described one evening along with other precious stones found elsewhere in the world. Her guest undid her cloak and carefully removed it, equally mindful of spraying any water that might remain on it just as had been done with the hat and hung it on one of the pegs on the wall for cloaks and other outside garments.

The cloak had disguised a body that the innkeeper had longed for most of her life. Lithe and muscular, her visitor was simply gorgeous even clothed in the rich velvety material that hugged the contours and curves of the reptilian body. The guest bent over to remove her elegant boots and the innkeeper admired their style, so different from the heavy, clunky kind that the bovine usually saw. Without thinking, the innkeeper's eyes wandered from the equally elegant but strong looking feet that slipped out of those boots, up the well muscled legs to the nicely curved rump of the reptile. The innkeeper realized she was staring but couldn't stop herself from staring some more and found herself wishing she'd been able to finish that orgasm. As it was, she was still on the verge of it from the sight of her lovely visitor alone.

"My sincerest apologies, madam, for the lateness of the hour. I do hope you still have some lodging for the night.", the visitor finally spoke softly but still enough to be heard over the crackle of the fire and the innkeeper's heavy breathing. The reptile rose slowly as if completely aware that the bovine was watching her - and the cow definitely was. After what felt like hours, the innkeeper shook herself and settled into her very best pattern of taking care of an honored guest, starting with guiding the new arrival to the fire. Being a reptile, she must surely have been chilled traveling in the storm, even in a luxurious coach. At that thought, the innkeeper wondered why she hadn't heard one arrive even with the fury of the storm. As if sensing the cow woman's thoughts, the reptile added, "I walked and came alone. There won't be any others."

"You have your choice of whatever humble quarters my inn can provide but even if it were full, you could always have my bed.", the innkeeper supplied, clearly wanting to please this particular patron. "There isn't much to eat at this hour, but there is some vegetable stew left and I baked the bread fresh this morning." The lizard smiled and indicated she would love some of both as she took a seat beside the fire.

"Your bed, eh?", the reptile smiled ever more broadly, clearly thinking about something other than sleeping arrangements. "And where would you sleep? Surely not with the horses or donkey again." She made several tsking sounds. "What a waste that would be. I sleep alone far too much as it is."

The innkeeper paused, her mind processing what she'd heard but still having trouble believing her guest had actually said the words. Several thoughts filtered through at once. This woman knew about her and the animals. Had she been watching the inn and for how long? It had been at least a week since innkeeper had been with the donkey and before that with either of the horses. What could her purpose be? The bovine thought of the ax and glanced at the bar, hoping her guest wouldn't grasp the significance of the look. The reptile sat there calmly waiting for her supper and something about that put the older cow at ease. Though the hesitation had felt like several minutes to the innkeeper, it had only been a split second and she set a steaming bowl of vegetable stew in front of the visitor, then went to the bar for the bread and poured some wine to complete the small meal.

"Very tasty", the reptile complimented her hostess's culinary skills with the stew and smiled all the more as the cow set the bread and wine around the bowl. She sniffed deeply. "Mmm, smells wonderful!" The lizard fixed her hostess with burning eyes. "And so do you."

"But I haven't-", the bovine stammered. "I don't own any- I'm not-"

"I wasn't talking about perfume." The reptile smiled, took a large mouthful of bread and washed it down with some of the wine. The smile returned even bigger. "Why did you stop, dear?" The lizard fixed her gaze between the bovine's legs to make the point of her question clear. The old cow's nose and the skin visible around her eyes and ears flushed red at the saurian's attention but she didn't shy away from it and wasn't about to from the question.

"My children, I didn't want to wake them."

"What if I could assure you they wouldn't hear you even if you shook the very rafters of the inn with your screams?" The lizard's eyes narrowed lustfully and a forked tongue flicked out enticingly. She patted the bench next to her. The bovine glanced in the direction of her kids' room, then sat flushed even more crimson than before. "Go ahead. Right here next to me." The tongue flicked again and paused on the pointed snout. "Or would you like some help?"

The innkeeper answered with a smile then pulled up her skirt, spread her legs and pulled the fabric covering her vulva aside, exposing herself to her guest. The lady lizard took the invitation, caressing the feverish skin. The bovine had expected her fingertips to be cool, having experience with reptiles before. The reptile's touch was as warm as the innkeeper's, no, warmer. Before the cow could even ask, the lizard's fingers slid inside her warm, wet vagina and the bovine let out a lowing moan. As the saurian worked her magic touch, she used her free hand to finish the fine dinner the innkeeper had provided. With that same hand, she moved the dishes aside, withdrew her dripping fingers before they'd completed their task and placed them in her pointed snout, slurping on them noisily.

"That was a fine meal, but I'm hungry-", the lizard whispered in the dazed innkeeper's ear, "-for some beef if you know what I mean." The bovine could hear the smile in that whisper as the forked tongue slid wetly along her furred cheek. Without a word, the cow stood, got up on the bench, carefully straddled her guest facing toward the lizard and carefully sat her ample butt on the table with her legs spread wide.

"Mmm, lovely dessert, love.", the reptile hissed, her snout hovering a breath away from the cow's puffy, wet, needy vulva. If it was possible, that breath was even hotter than her touch. "I can hardly wait to taste it." The bovine could hardly wait for that either. A puddle was growing rapidly on the table in front of the innkeeper. The forked tongue flicked at some of the flow, then again, a featherlight touch that teased and thrilled the cow all at once.

The lizard flicked her tongue once more and just when the innkeeper wondered when she'd get on with it, the saurian plunged her snout deep into the cow's pussy with a loud squelch. The innkeeper gasped as her eyes went wide and her hips shifted, driving the pointed snout even deeper inside. Pressing her advantage, the reptile's lightning quick tongue went rapidly to work. It took little time at all to have the large bodied mammal writhing, gasping and begging at the very edge of a much needed massive orgasm.

Taking matters literally in her own hands, the innkeeper seized on the back of the lizard's head, pulling that pointed snout all the way in with a loud, sloppy squirt that soaked the reptile's face. The bovine bellowed as her wide frame shivered, then trembled, then shuddered violently and the squirt became a deluge bursting around the warm snout buried inside of her. The old widow bucked and hollered for several minutes as the lizard smiled, easily enduring what was needed to get the cow off.

Finally, the large hands released the captive skull. The lizard withdrew gracefully and the tongue flicked excitedly at the cow's massive release coating the pointed snout as the innkeeper moaned contentedly at the much needed relief the reptile had provided. The guest gazed admiringly at the mess the old gal had made of herself, the table, the lizard's clothing.

"You really needed that, didn't you?", the lizard hissed softly, as she pulled the top over her shoulders and down her belly as easily as she might shed her old skin. She slid it to her ankles,stood and stepped out of the pile, then lay naked next to the blissful bovine. Those heated fingers traced the cow's sopping, puffy lips, causing a bit more goo to flow from the old mammal. Between moans, the reptile could make out a soft chuckling.

"It's usually my responsibility to see to my guests' happiness." The lizard leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the bovine snout.

"You've worked so hard, perhaps it's time someone saw to your happiness for a change. The gold on your doorstep, you've been using it, haven't you? The buildings look in better repair." In response to the yet unspoken question in the innkeeper's eyes, the reptile added, "Yes, I left it for you. And your children."

"You're the dragon." It wasn't a question. The bovine had been putting it together before but mention of the gold was the final piece of the puzzle. The lizard nodded slowly fearing it meant an end of the lovely intimate evening that was just getting started. "I've been with lizards before. You're so warm." The mammal wrapped an arm around the scaled shoulders and pulled the smaller woman into a deep kiss. During the kiss, parts of the reptile's body shimmered and wavered like the heat of summer reflected off the barren earth. When the pair parted, the reptile was indeed revealed as the dragon that lived in the cave up towards the mountains.

"Beautiful!", the bovine breathed more than actually spoke the word, as she admired the horns and scales the mixed colors of copper, silver and gold very much like the lizard's had been. "You're so beautiful! Please don't feel you have to hide yourself from me ever. And thank you. You've done so much for us. You've even kept the bandits, thieves and predators away, haven't you?" The now revealed dragoness nodded her head silently, giving the innkeeper a chance to admire the horns and spines that now adorned her guest. The cow pursed her lips, wanting to know at least one more thing but was afraid to ask for fear of driving such scaled good fortune out of her arms and into the stormy night. But she had to know. "Why? Why look out for us? And why come here after all this time?"

"You're good neighbors. Quiet. Industrious. You've never bothered me in all the years we've lived near each other. Even left those delicious fresh-baked pies on the stumps near the forest's edge along the path leading to my cave, especially during your holidays."

"But all the people that have stayed here before going up to your cave - the princes and princesses, the knights and hunters-"

"You can't help where any of them go after leaving your inn, whether it's to the next kingdom or to my lair. And you've certainly done your share of trying to talk them out of it. I've been grateful for every one of them you've been able to convince. And for the warnings when you haven't. I noticed the colored smoke from the chimney every time one of their little expeditions didn't turn back."

"My husband's idea-"

"That you've kept up even after his passing." The dragoness nuzzled the cow's cheek tenderly. "I'm so sorry and sorrier for not giving you my condolences earlier. Even now, I hope I'm not intruding on your grief. And that's why I come now, Yes, you have your children but they aren't the same company as your husband. There are none of my kind within a couple days flight from my cave. I've checked repeatedly. I'm alone. You're alone. I figured why can't we be alone together." The bovine smiled and licked end of the dragoness's snout, eventually coaxing the saurian into another kiss.

"You might have come just before I started seeking the company of the horses in the stables.", the cow teased when the parted again.

"And deprive you of the joy of discovery? Especially the donkey. He's quite the randy beast, isn't he?" The innkeeper blinked in surprise, even has her nose and ears flushed the deepest crimson yet. "What? You didn't think he brayed because he was afraid of storms or wolves or whatever, did you? And you do look cute together." The dragoness winked knowingly.

"H-how-?!"

"You've seen that I can change shape. I can also revert to my true size or make myself smaller. Much smaller, like a mouse or a-"

"Lizard! A little golden one!" The cry was one of recognition. There had been an unusual gold lizard out in the stables, even during the winter. The dragoness nodded, smiling broadly just shy of showing her mouthful of sharp teeth. "Very sneaky." But the bovine smiled just as broadly back at her guest and benefactor, taking any edge off the words that the dragoness might perceive to them.

"That's not all I can do.", the saurian said with the same grin. Several emotions stormed through the bovine's eyes. Her guest read every one of them and before the innkeeper could speak, hastily added, "No! Not that. You must believe me that I'd never hurt you. I would never, ever try to take his place by looking like him. Well maybe in one part I would." The cow looked at her, clearly puzzled by what she meant. The saurian held up one claw. A tiny spark of gold light appeared on it, then she touched it to her own vulva. The light seemed to latch onto her scales, then spread eventually waving into a familiar short of shape that then became solid. The shape was that of a good-sized half-flaccid penis and a matching set of large, seemingly swollen testicles. The cow frowned, looking as if she'd been cheated out of a great prize.

"Don't worry. It's temporary. Once it's done the business I've called it for, I'll be back to normal." The newly endowed saurian leaned close and whispered in the furred ear. "Then you can eat me to your heart's content." Again the crimson flush, but the soft brown eyes blazed with lust at the thought before locking onto the rapidly stiffening phallus the dragon now sported. "And best of all, I can give you one of these-", the saurian's claws stroked the rising shaft, "-so you can find out for yourself what it feels like when you give it all back to me." The dragon kissed the innkeeper and could tell the bovine liked the sound of that.

"So it's real?", the mammal asked when their snouts parted.

"See for yourself." The dragon shifted around on the tabletop, placing the new erection less than an inch from the cow's mouth. Like everything about the saurian, it was very warm and the innkeeper could feel the warmth against her nose. Her broad tongue slithered out and licked the entire length from balls to tip. The dragon moaned as the new cock twitched and pulsed at the firm, wet touch. Satisfied with the results and the taste, the bovine engulfed the whole length in her mouth, right to the belly scales. Her husband had been well endowed but the cow had trained herself to take his entire length and the dragon's conjured phallus was right about the same size. The innkeeper looked up at her guest to see if there was some indication that this was intentional but the dragon was lost in all of the new sensations.

The cow worked her mouth, tongue and even her broad, flat teeth - gently of course - on the new shaft. Though it had been a while since she'd had the opportunity, the innkeeper was using all of her considerable oral skills, including sucking on those wonderful testicles, to bring out all sorts of groans, moans and even a gasp or delighted shriek out of the saurian snout and the mammal was taking great delight in it. The horses didn't care much for oral contact and though the donkey did, he was too much of a mouthful for the bovine properly use all of her talents. It was lovely to know she hadn't forgotten how to pleasure an erection. Her efforts were rewarded with a growl from her guest, a throbbing and pulsing from the cock in her mouth and finally numerous mouthfuls of the dragon's salty, thick seed that the bovine gratefully and hungrily swallowed.

The dragon was just emerging from the orgasmic euphoria as the cow licked a last stray dollop from her snout and sighed contentedly, her belly full of warm cum. The saurian kissed her then rolled, laying out full on the table and effortlessly pulling the bovine into a nearly seated position on the scaled belly. The pulsing phallus, still eager for yet more action, pressed against the ample, furred ass.

The dragon nodded and the cow rose to a half standing position, tenderly grasped the shaft placing it against the thick lips of her drooling pussy and sat back down, driving the length up inside of her. The dragon roared at the feeling of being engulfed and the cock squirmed around inside of the innkeeper. The bovine's muscles squeezed adding to the feeling of confinement and the roar subsided to a mighty groan. Before the saurian had a chance to really adjust, the innkeeper was already moving, up to the head of the penis and sitting back down on it with a loud squelch. More groaning and throbbing from the cock inside her told the bovine that this ride wouldn't last long but she was damn sure going to enjoy every second of milking her guest of another load.

The cow sat letting her muscles do their thing and decided to paw and play with the dragon's breasts. Demonstrating an astonishing flexibility in one with her frame, the bovine bent nearly double to lick and trap between the flat teeth made for chewing grain and grass first one, then the other of the distended nipples. The dragon threw an arm over tightly closed eyes, writhing in the almost electric jolts from her boobs and the continued squeezing of the shaft buried in this amazing woman.

Working the dragon's nipples produced an unexpected reward in the form of milk of a kind the bovine had ever tasted before. She was rather fond of the taste of her own but what came from the saurian was remarkable. The cow tingled all over and felt like a woman of half her years. Suddenly she had energy that she'd felt lost to the endless days of toil keeping the inn open.

The innkeeper sat back up full on the dragon's shaft, feeling a vigor she hadn't since the first days when she'd ridden her husband before they were actually married. She humped the erection furiously, eliciting moans and cries from her guest. The dragon's talons sunk into the wood of the table and easily gouged several furrows into it as the bovine rode like a woman possessed.

Seemingly too soon, the saurian's body arched off the table, driving the hard shaft deep into a downward stroke of the bovine's, and warmth filled the mammal's womb. The dragon's cream blasted and rapidly filled the body cavity, then burst around the wet seal formed my tightly clenched pussy muscles and throbbing erection to coat fur and scale alike before pooling on the wood of the table top. The innkeeper peaked herself and bellowed loudly as her body shook.

There were several minutes more of bellowing and roaring and shuddering and squirting fluids before it all subsided into one heap of sweaty fur and dripping scales. In the midst of the afterglow, the conjured phallus was expelled out of the bovine's pussy with a gush of mingled, ejaculated fluids, withered and faded away as if it'd never been. Broad snout met pointed in the first of several deep kisses before parting for a whisper of gratitude that felt inadequate to the speaker but like a thousand such shouted to the listener.

"Fuck! That was- was- incredible!!", the bovine expounded after rolling off to the lay beside the dragoness. "What as that that came from your nipples? Was it milk? It's like nothing I've ever tasted."

"Dragon's milk, very potent, much sought after but extremely rare. We only lactate for those we truly love." The saurian kissed the cow's cheek. That brought out the utterly adorable scarlet flushing again and she repeated the gesture. "It helps our children grow quickly and strong. In those that aren't dragons, it restores health and vitality. It's even said to reverse aging." The dragoness expected a flurry of questions of how quickly it worked and for how long but she even she was stunned by the innkeeper's question.

"You truly love me?"

"Dear, I have loved you since you were a calf picking flowers outside of my cave." The bovine suddenly remembered seeing the little golden lizard that far back and throughout her life.

"Th-", the cow's next question seemed to hang in her throat as if she was afraid to speak it. "Th-then why didn't you come to me when I was young? When I was more full of life? Before I was this?" She gestured at her large body, feeling very much ashamed of her age and what the hardships of her life had heaped upon her.

"I love all of this.", the dragoness answered simply, gesturing at the innkeeper, her inn, her children, and back to the cow again. The saurian sighed when she noticed that the answer was insufficient. "By the standards of mountain and sky, we dragons don't live that long but by your standards we seem just as immortal and unchanging. We can afford to be patient. If I had come to you when you were young, offering you the kind of life I can, you would have spent most of it wondering what it would have been like if you hadn't accepted, what you other experiences and opportunities you'd missed out on. Not to know your husband at all or to have your children with you. I loved you too much to keep all of that from you. But I am here now and we'll have more time than you realize." Before the bovine could ask what that meant, the dragoness kissed her as her those warm fingers kneaded her breasts.

"Now-", the saurian spoke up before the innkeeper had a chance to even draw a breath after they parted, "-I believe you were hungry for some dragon pussy?" She parted her scaly thighs for emphasis. The innkeeper knew there'd be no getting any more out of her, except some tasty lady dragon cum. The bovine grabbed the scaled hips and pulled the saurian to the center of the table along its length, then spread those thighs and dove right in.

The dragoness squealed as the experienced mammal homed in on her clitoris and attacked it with that thick tongue and broad, flat teeth. After some pressure and teasing of the tortured nub, the cow dove deep into the dragoness's hot, sopping tunnel, lavishing it with some much needed attention. The scaly thighs clamped on the innkeeper's head as the bovine pressed her sloppy, sodden assault as the dragoness writhed and squealed more. Finally, the warm body grew hotter, the tunnel clamping down on the thick invading tongue. With a screech, the shuddering dragoness came hard, nearly drowning the captive cow.

When released from the near death grip of those thighs, the innkeeper came up coughing and sputtering, the furred snout thoroughly soaked and dripping with the saurian's release but still split in a wide grin. The dragoness motioned for the cow to move a bit closer. That forked tongue flicked over the snout, cleaning up some of the mess and teasing for another kiss that was eagerly given.

"Damn! You're good at that!", the lady dragon hissed, her pleasure evident in every syllable.

"I've pleasured my fair share of female companions. Some of my guests have needed 'special' attention through the years."

"Speaking of 'special' attention-" Cupping a breast, the dragoness guided the cow's mouth to a nipple and more of that unusual but tasty dragon milk. The bovine wasn't sure how much she'd suckled by the time the dragoness had cut her off but she was eager enough to fuck a platoon of knights should they come through the door. But the saurian wasn't done.

A claw with a single point of light extended and touched the mammal's distended clit. In moments, a large erection resembling her husband's extended from between the innkeeper's legs along with a heavy set of balls. The bovine touched it carefully and was overwhelmed by the sensation of a gentle touch on the sensitive flesh. If fingers could do that, what would the dragoness's warm, sopping cunt squeezing it do?

The cow would have to wait to find out as the saurian moved to engulf the new length. The innkeeper gasped and squirmed as the dragoness carefully suckled the engorged shaft. In seconds, the mammal was lost in pleasure the likes she had never known before. Was this what her husband felt when she had orally pleasured him? It was little wonder then that it was one of his favorite intimate acts. The bovine felt she almost lost it when the dragoness wrapped that wonderfully flexible forked tongue around her pendulous new balls to lavish them with some attention. The saurian sensed the momentary tension, how precarious the balance was, and engulfing the eager bull cock once again, tipped that balance with one featherlight lick along the bottom of the engorged head. The bovine bellowed, clutching at the back of the dragoness's head as great spurting jets of semen filled the pointed snout. Completely caught off guard by the intensity of the orgasm, the dragoness gagged, coughed and sputtered trying to snatch breaths of air between the tremendous blasts, not easy with more than mouthfuls of bull cum flowing from the besieged mouth.

After seconds or minutes that felt like hours, the innkeeper released her beleaguered guest. She grinned sheepishly and blushed fiercely at the poor dragoness, who smiled back weakly but full accepting the consequences of having primed such a powerful orgasmic release. After realizing the dragoness wasn't the least bit angry for such rough treatment, the bovine explored the phallus a bit more. It was still hard and even more sensitive than before, especially around the swollen head. A quiet cough drew her attention back to her scaly guest.

The dragoness lay flat on her back, legs spread wide, a clear invitation to the innkeeper what was desired next. The cow grinned and snuck another squirt of dragon milk for a little boost and some insurance, then poised herself above her lover. The scaly head nodded and the bovine plunged the shaft in deep. Immediately, the saurian wrapped her lithe body around the innkeeper's furry curves. The mammal humped furiously, pounding the hard column of meat deep into the hot, heaving tunnel. When she could catch her breath, the dragoness shouted encouragement, oaths and curses aimed at no one or nothing and demands for greater force. When the bovine complied, sharp talons dug into meaty shoulders but fueled and healed by the dragon milk, the engrossed and hard-fucking innkeeper never noticed a thing.

Even powered by dragon milk, the cow's body had to surrender to the inevitable and, if possible, the orgasm was even more powerful than previous one had been. The dragoness's own released started shortly after the first powerful spurts blasted into her womb. The bovine continued to hump until every ounce of semen was drained from those magnificent balls and right up to the second that the phallus disappeared. When it did, furred hips ground against belly scales until the dragoness had regained her own senses.

"Damn, woman! We're definitely going to have to do that again! And soon!" The red flush returned in an instant and the dragoness swooped in to kiss a furred cheek and to snatch another from those luscious lips. "Seriously, best lay I've had in all my years. And I've had plenty. As impossible as it would seem, the flush deepened a shade or two and the furred body got almost as hot as the dragoness's to the point where the saurian feared the innkeeper would faint or suffer a stroke from the excess blood pressure. Whether it was the dragon milk or the bovine's own remarkable constitution, she settled after a few seconds but still bore a rather sheepish grin and was still fairly warm. It was then that the saurian noticed the innkeeper was still dressed.

"Isn't it about time I got to see those magnificent mounds?" Clawed fingers gently squeezed a cloth covered breast for emphasis. The cow blinked in surprise, not having noticed she was still mostly dressed either. She stripped the clothing off but it seemed as if the effort of doing so had drained her or the dragon milk had finally given out and she was exhausted, giving emphasis to the fact with a tremendous yawn.

"Poor dear. Yes, just go to sleep. I'll look after you." The dragoness cooed softly as she massaged knotted neck muscles.

"Buh-but your my guessss-", the last sound trailed off as the innkeeper settled on the table top and began snoring softly.

"You've already seen to me plenty, my love." The dragoness planted a tender kiss on the sleeping bovine's cheek as she draped the clothing over the slumbering body. She was just about to gather the innkeeper up when her ears picked up the careful steps of younger feet. As testament to how tired she felt herself, the source was right behind her before she heard them. She turned, not bothering to cover or disguise herself. The innkeeper's son stood regarding his mother.

"Wow, she's actually asleep. She doesn't do enough of it. There's always so much to do. And she misses father." He turned to the unfamiliar visitor. "You're the dragon that lives up the trail towards the mountains." It wasn't a question but the dragoness nodded all the same. The boy, so much like his father already, smiled. "I'm glad you're here. My sister will be too when she finds out tomorrow. Mother is already." He cast a knowing glance at the dragoness, his mother, and the state the table was in. "Do you need any help with her?"

"No, I can manage her just fine-"

"I'll tend the fire and take care of the dishes.", he spoke before she could suggest he go back to bed. "I'm not sure about the rest of-", he paused, searching for a polite way to describe the scene, "- the mess."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of that too." And with some soft, skilled taps of her claws and an arcane phrase, the gouges, fluids and other indications of the evening's stresses on the surface disappeared. The boy grinned, mental gears already turning behind his eyes.

"Can you teach me that? It'd sure come in handy for chores!"

"I can and probably will but that must be earned - after you've done your chores. There's no substitute for hard work." She patted the boy gently on the head. "But it does come in handy for times when even hard work wouldn't get those scratches out. There's no sense in throwing such a sturdy table out over that. Don't stay up too late. We'll see you in the morning," Her snout indicated the boy's sleeping mother.

"You're staying then?" The dragoness nodded again. The young bull wrapped his arms around the naked saurian in an impulsive hug, then released her when he realized what he was doing. Like his mother, he was flushed crimson in the same places. It as all the more adorable in the lad. He took up the dishes, setting them on the counter behind the bar, then returned to tend to the fire, making sure it wouldn't burn out or spill out and cause too much of a necessary thing and devour the inn around them.

The dragoness gently took up the innkeeper as easily as if she were a child a quarter of the size of the full-grown cow. Without needing any direction, she headed back to the bovine's room and her bed, thankfully big enough for two. She noted with some satisfaction that the dragon milk was already having an effect. Some of the lines in the bovine's face had already faded and the deeper ones weren't quite as deep as they had been. Tomorrow she'd begin giving the children some as well, though not nearly as much as their mother would need for a while - perhaps a drop or two just to keep illness and other infirmity away. She'd also give some to that delightfully randy donkey and perhaps even to the horses.

She would begin moving her hoard as well. It wasn't large by dragon standards but comfortable enough to help her new family for centuries if need be. She'd leave enough to intrigue and encourage the treasure seekers. Many would stop at the inn - some would leave with some bauble or trinket, most would leave a little disappointed but still with a story or two to tell, and others would see this place as their treasure and stay.

As she made her way to her lover's bedchamber, her eyes focused elsewhen. Beyond the inn, some of the forest was cleared to make way for new buildings though the forest behind the inn towards the mountains and her cave would remain and be preserved even in the future. The buildings grew in number, became a village, then changed and became a town and changed once more, transforming into a city.

As for the inn, she saw it but not as it was. As she looked around, it continued to change, some parts aging, crumbling, then gleaming anew when they were replaced. Stone, mortar and wood changed to brick that gave way to steel and glass and grew to become an affordable resort - all owned by one rather large matriarchal family with two heads of the household. For a moment, the dragoness froze admiring the business modern fashion her lover would come to wear in some remarkable future age. My, she looked good in that suit and the glasses were damn attractive but that was nothing compared to the breathtaking lingerie ensemble she'd wear only for her lover behind closed doors.

The saurian chuckled, returning herself to the present, not wanting to see too much more, though that vision in lingerie would live in her mind until the day it would be now. The coming centuries were going to be very interesting indeed, she reflected as she lay the resting bovine carefully in the bed, lay next to her and joined her in slumber.