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Radaven had to admit that he had fallen on hard times, he certainly had more trouble these days to find cheap food and bed. But he had finally found his break, some poor farming town had pooled together its meager supply of gold and paid to advertise that they have had enough of a local dragon culling it's already thin herds. Radaven wasn't the first to offer his services, but he certainly had the best showing. He had rode into town on a gleaming white steed, his brilliant robes flowing in the breeze. The peasants were almost kneeling to him and the power that he radiated, He had quickly learned all he could about the infestation, refused many offers to drink at the local bar and promptly rode off in the direction of the dragon's resident mountain.

On the road his horse slowly faded from white to dirty brown, his robes lost their splendor, and his form thinned from the hulking warrior he had been into the almost starving wizard he actually was. Radaven had wanted to accept invitations to feast, but his illusion magic would only last so long. Now here he was, trotting down a worn and unfriendly path up the mountain slope. Large spruce trees blocked his vision before, but now the area had opened up and he could just make out the end of the winding footpath. Soon the mage dismounts and ties his steed to a dying fir clinging to rocks, he would have to continue on foot, his horse was no mountain goat. He leaves his pack, only taking his magic wand with him before clambering over drab boulders. It takes Radaven longer than he'd like to admit to reach the entrance, yet he makes it without falling too many times. He sits down, and studies his surroundings, the entrance is far smaller than he expected. Maybe enough to fit two war horses side-by-side. In the light of a setting sun he can only see maybe ten feet inside, any further back and blackness greets him. He takes a sip of a half empty health potion, sighs deeply, rises up to his full height and shuffles into the depths.

With his wand held out in front of him, an orb of light at the tip he inspects his surroundings with unease. Radaven is in a narrow hallway of stone, the walls are rough and chipped suggesting that this particular cave was mined into the side of the mountain. The floor is also worn, but more from the scraping of the taloned feet of it's owner than a pickax. Radaven smirks to himself in the dim light as he walks along, no self respecting dragon would stoop to having to sleep in such a drab place as this. A fledgling at most would even consider it, this would be an easier job than he had thought. ]Moments later the corridor of stone widens considerably, and enters into a large cavern. The back of the cave is far enough away to be cast in darkness, while the area in front of the wizard is illuminated by the soft glow of his magic. Not much is revealed however, and certainly no dragon, the cavern extends only a little ways to the left and right, being more rectangular in shape. To the left is an odd sight, a battered brown bookcase leaning slightly on the uneven rock floor. It holds a large parchment scroll and more importantly, what looks like large chunks of raw gold. At least three large chunks, very valuable chunks indeed thinks the wizard as his vision sweeps right. Laying in the right corner is a pile of animal bones, Radaven can just make out the skull of an ox or two. The man's thoughts are cut short by a low rumble that originates farther back into the depths of the cavern."Show yourself drake, do so quickly as to not incur my wrath!" Yells Radaven in the darkness, puffing his chest out, and squaring his shoulders.

"A dragoness should be shown more respect, from one lowly enough to invade my cavern." Says the plausibly feminine voice.

As she speaks, two sets of ebony claws emerge from the black, followed by two red scaled fore paws. Two shining orbs reflect the wizard's light as they grow larger before the creatures long tapered snout is revealed. Large enough to eat a cow in a single bite, or a man thinks Radaven as sharp teeth gleam behind her lips. The dragoness reveals more of her armored chest and muscled forelegs as she pads forward, claws scraping menacingly against the stone floor. Her head is smooth, as smooth as scales can get anyway, and devoid of any horns, typical of a female dragon. Finally her size is revealed to be, well large, but quite small considering... and even more plump than I would have imagined thinks Radaven again.

"Your gender is of no concern to me, as I am here to end you!" Yells the mage, although a bit more quieter than the last time, as the small, but still quite large dragoness continues to pad forward.

All this is fluff of course, I don't intend to kill such a creature. A loyal mount would be far more valuable than a pile of scale. As Radaven thinks to himself the dragon has almost fully come into the light, but as she draws nearer the magician steps a few steps backwards, hopefully out of the range of a sneaky lunge. Her hide gleams prettily in the radiance of his magic, the primal beauty of her sleek curves revealed, her muscled hind legs bend like a cat's as she sits up high, head almost touching the rocky ceiling. Membranous wings are folded down tight against her back and her long neck extends almost to it's full length. The agitation consuming her is obvious as her long tapered tail sweeps back and forth behind her as she begins to speak.

"And how do you think that you will defeat me vile wizard? I am far more dangerous than you may think." snarls the she-dragon viciously, as her eyes size her opponent up and down.

"Well just like this." replies Radaven quickly, and he waves as his wand to and fro he speaks in an old language.

The beginning of the incantation catches the dragoness off guard, but she pushes herself off of her hind-claws and into the air. Not once does Radaven falter in his speech as the red scaled arrow of death hurtles towards him. He finishes speaking the ancient words as the dragoness comes down on her foe, knocking the wizard over onto his back. Radaven tenses, but no death bite comes for many long moments, even though he can feel the heat of the dragon's slow breath wash over his body. He is greeted to a perfect view of her gleaming teeth directly in front of his face, yet his enemy does not move an inch, seemingly frozen in time. Her head and shoulders are pressed downwards towards the ground, while her hind legs are extended fully like a cat right as it lands on the ground. The beast's tail is completely still as well, suspended in mid air as Radaven slides around her and stands up. The dragoness' eyes however, are very animated, they follow the wizards every move and the fury cast in those eyes is daunting.

"That's much better darling, I see you're unfamiliar with being paralyzed so let me explain your predicament" says Radaven heatedly.

"Very soon I will cast a special spell of my own creation" says Radaven, as he slowly walk around his prize.

Her scaly rump is raised almost submissively, and the wizard is treated to a perfect view of her most private parts. The smooth red scales of her upper body fade to a lighter red as they stretch to her underbelly, and right at the base of her tail the scales darken, around the small indentation of her tailhole. Further down they darken slightly again, this time around the scaled lips of her dragonic pussy, the slit being large enough to fit at least both of the wizards clenched fists into. Radaven shakes his head as he proceeded to her other side, he was not one who would even think about bestiality, but he had to at least admire her beauty.

The wizard reaches out and fingers the tip of the dragoness' wing as he resumes speaking. "And you will be mentally dominated by my incredible power to do whatever I please. I will unfreeze you shortly and you will very willingly show me around your lair, and hopefully this tour will end at the foot of your very valuable horde."

Deep within the dragons chest, a rumble of anger can be faintly heard but Radaven ignores this as he walks back towards the dragoness' front. He readies his wand again and speaks the incantation, all while the dragon's eyes bore angrily into him. As the wizard's incantation is completed the dragoness' eyes gloss over, and focus on something seemingly far away.

Radaven notices this, lowers his wand and says "Perfect, now I'm going to unfreeze you, but you are to not move until I allow you to." The mage waves his wand, utters an ancient command and steps back a pace. As soon as he speaks the command, the dragoness' muscles tense as they take back control, but she does not move.

"Alright, wag you tail, like a good pet." laughs Radaven as he waves his wizard's wand and with that the she-dragon's tail wags back and forth playfully.

"Good girl, now sit, and pant like a dog for you master." he says before the dragoness follows his command to the letter, and imitates a loyal panting hound. Her chest moves animatedly as her forked tongue sticks out from between her deadly row of teeth. Radaven takes care to examine his dragon's glossy eyes for any hint of resistance, but when he finds none he continues.

"You may stop, and now I command you to lead me to your horde dragon." commands Radaven, and the dragoness rises, and turns, giving the wizard another unhindered view of her rear as she pads over to the sad bookcase. She sits down in front of it, and turns her head to face the now flustered wizard.

"That's it? The piece of paper and a few chunks of gold? I command you to tell me if there are any more valuables in your lair!" Shouts Radaven engaged, he had thought there would be at least a small pile of gold!

"There is not." replies the dragoness, in a monotone voice.

"Just my luck, at least those peasants will pay out nicely." says the wizard glumly

"Tell me how you got this scroll dragon." commands Radaven as he unrolls the tattered parchment.

"My mother gave it to me when I left the nest."

Radaven is intrigued by the characters printed onto the sheet, strange, they seem to be words of power, but none that I know of thinks the mage as he mouths the words. It isn't a very long incantation, but towards the end a strange sensation passes over him. His whole body tingles as he stands there mystified, suddenly pain burns inside of his core. Radaven gasps, and falls to the floor, dropping the scroll and his wand to the ground. Bones crack in his hands and legs while his jaw moves around inside of his mouth. The pain is so great, that the mage groans and falls flat, unconscious.

Radaven comes to slowly, yet even with his eyes closed, everything feels wrong. His eyes open, and close immediately after seeing what lays in front of him. A snout, his snout covered in green scales, his tail lashes in agitation and a tentative growl originating from deep within him escapes his lips.

"Stop your whining and face me." Growls the familiar voice of the dragoness from behind him.

Radaven feels his muscles tense and his legs lift him upright, even as his mind protests vehemently. He cannot control any of his movements as he turns about to face the dragoness, his eyes open against his will and Radaven notices that he now stands snout to snout with his captor. The red dragoness glowers angrily at her foe.

"I had honestly thought it would take longer to convince a dull human into reading that scroll aloud, but today must be my lucky day." The dragoness holds her head proudly as she continues. "You see, we dragons, and now I suppose you too have been hunted almost to extinction by greedy kings. It is now easier to magically transform a being into a mate than it is to find one, that scroll also had a very useful clause that makes you... more responsive to my commands, so as to encourage you to preserve your new species.

The sultry she-dragon smirks as she lays down on her side facing the green drake and says, "Now I command you to come here and service your mate, and you will like it."

Radaven's body moves on it's own again, and he pads slowly up to his mate. He feels his body strive to follow her command as his snout nudges aside her hind leg, and he shudders involuntarily at the new scent of her dragonic slit. The already small protesting voice inside Radaven's mind shrinks even more at the heady odor of his mate. His split tongue extends quickly and lightly brushes her scaled lips, already moistened by her feminine juices. The male's mind reels back at the unexpected sensory inputs, and his tongue quickly returns, greedy for more. In the haze of both of their arousal Radaven feels his body respond to his commands, but as soon as he tries to pull away, or do anything but follow his mates command the feeling fades and he is left once again a prisoner in his own body. By this time the dragoness' tail is writhing across the ground, and she snarls as the green drake continuous to tease her delicate dragon-hood. The voice inside Radaven's mind grows silent as well, when at his own command, he presses his snout harder against her soft belly scales and writhes his tongue inside her inner passage. The drake rumbles mightily as he tastes the sweet nectar of his partner, and the sensations from that push the dragoness over the edge. She roars out her satisfaction as her inner walls clench around Radaven's slithering tongue. The green drake withdraws, muzzle covered in his lover's juices and stares at her longingly as she lays there.

"I'm not done yet and it looks as if you aren't either, judging from your... eagerness." and the dragoness gestures with her head to between Radaven's legs.

His sinuous neck bends to give his eyes a perfect view of his light green belly. Between his back legs, jutting proudly from his own genital slit is a pinkish spire of dragon cock. Backwards facing spines adorn the lower half from the base to the tapered tip of his new package, and the whole thing curves slightly. What looks like the beginnings of a bulbous knot stretches the scaly lips of his slit apart, though his balls are hidden from view.

The red dragoness purrs as she stands up, "And for my next command, I order you to fill me to the brim with your hot seed." With her rear facing Radaven she lifts her tail up and to the side to reveal the still moist lips of her sex, positioned perfectly for him to have easy access.

Radaven's green hide ripples slightly as he growls in affirmation, as he positions himself behind his mate. He leaps up and using his wings for extra momentum, mounts his lover. Two quick thrusts is all it takes for his almost perfectly sized dragon cock to glide in, aided by the copious amount of feminine juices in and around the dragoness' slit. The ridges on his dragon-hood rub deliciously against the red dragon's folds, and she hisses out her pleasure. Growls and grunts fill the cavern as the two join together in a chorus of lust, along with the rhythmic slapping of scales upon scales. Radaven's claws tighten their grip on the dragoness' hide as her inner walls spasm in the wake of another orgasm, but he isn't even close to the end yet. The red dragoness folds her front legs inwards to rest them as the green male continuous to thrust into her mightily. It takes another 5 minutes of fevered thrusting for Radaven to feel himself tighten, his knot finally pops free, ready for use. The dragoness' insides contract once again and her orgasm pushes the male off of the edge. With one last powerful thrust he hilts his mate past the knot and roars proudly as his cock pushes hot seed into her greedy pussy. Her passage overflows as she milks the green dragon dry and spurts of white fluid escape the seal made by Radaven's throbbing knot, splattering against his underside. They both pant as they recover and the dragoness guides her mate to lie down, still joined together by the male's cock.

"You never told me your name" says Radaven, nuzzling his mate lovingly.

"My name is Mirith" and with that, the two dragon lovers doze peacefully side by side.

The End