III- Fuck it all.

No, I didn't cry when I flew for the first time because I was too happy, but because I was hurt like hell. I have to admit that I was in no way a crybaby but fuck it all when I say that they hurt me, a lot. What else should have I done? They were basically trying to kill me only because I was not either human or dragon. Should… should have seen that coming. There was no way in hell that two races that hated each other so much to kill each other for fifteen hundred years to accept something new and different. Why did I think that doing what I did was good?

From the damn cave I had chosen as my temporary dwelling, the only solace was that I had at least put them on the way to cooperation. Even if it mean making them my enemies.

Wait… why did the god say that he hoped to see me do exactly what I did? It couldn't have planned this… no way. But… what if this was the plan all along? Have me meet both the races, have them convince me that neither were at fault. Worst case scenario one of the two would die and the other survive, best case… something so shocking happens that changes the status quo and creates a different path. Maybe the god pushed me in the 'right' direction, maybe it didn't. Nevertheless, I was royally and utterly fucked, alone and cold.

To the latter I could provide with some of my fire, breathing it was just a bit different than exhaling, I just needed to concentrate. The former… not so easy. I had my magic now and I wondered what were the limits of it. I knew exactly what I could do, like something had put an instruction manual inside my brain but how far I could go, that was different. Though I didn't feel like experimenting at the moment.

I just stared outside as the trickles turned into a full blown downpour, the clouds covering everything and turning the soil to mud. Luckily, the cave ran deep inside the hill and went on for what must have been a few kilometre in the rock. Roots hung from the ceiling and critters and rats populated every nook and cranny, cracks included. They all avoided me like they knew there was something wrong about me. For once I was grateful for my body. Thunder echoed into the cave and reached my sensitive ears, startling me. something in the corner of my eyes moved and instinctively I attacked it, impaling it with my tail. I realized only later that I had killed a cat sized rat that was trying to escape.

After roughly ten minutes of walking inside the cave I met a swarm of bats that screeched and squeaked as they flew around. The noise was irritating and I screamed back: the shockwave killed hundreds on the spot and left many crippled. I was really a monster.

I sat inside an old mining cart I found even deeper and curled around myself, covering my whole body with my wings in one last attempt at hiding myself from the world. It seemed to work and I fell asleep soon.

The dreams I had were similar to the ones I had yesterday but this time I was not flying side by side with Johanna, she was chasing me, a human with a gun riding on top of her and shooting at me. The whelps that I dreamed of were all malformed and ugly, skin mixing with scales in a chaotic pattern with no beauty in it, their limbs deformed and twisted. I jerked awake and panting. If I still had my body I'd have been sweating profusely but I had lost the sweat glands with my humanity it seemed.

I didn't move and stared at the rock ceiling, looking at the bugs crawl from one place to the other with no aim. Was that my fate? Live alone in a damp hole, moving without an end goal?

I could have kept being depressed but that was not how I wanted to end up. No matter what happened to me, I'd not bow or let those idiots get me or make me any less proud of my decision. A stupid and rash decision but one that I made with the intent of helping them, whether they like it or not!

The night was still deep and there were no signs of dawn just yet but I decided to move out anyway, searching for a new place to live in. That was my first objective, second would be secure the place with as many spells as I could come up with and only then, think about going back to the outside world.

I roamed for days after making that decision, wandering the land and searching for whatever might feed me or be suitable as a house. Food wasn't an issue: I was not picky and magic was extremely convenient when disembowelling deer or the occasional boar and hare. Another good thing was that I could eat almost endlessly, a whole fifty kilos of meat were nothing now, thought they made me quite full. Any professional eater would have been jealous of my stomach.

At the fourth day I found an incredibly large tree, maybe a hundred or eve more metres tall, rising above all the other trees and breaking the boring forest around me. That would make for a perfect house: no dragons in sight for dozens or hundreds of kilometres and no human settlements nearby and even if one did come, how would they get at the top? Yeah, I perched myself at the thickest of the top branches and manipulated the wood and leaves to make walls, floors and windows. The end result was a tree house that was about two stories high and around a hundred square metres in total, with various rooms on separate branches and even a small patio with view.

Pleased with my result, I began making furniture after gathering the necessary metals and materials: stoves, pots, chairs, an extra large bed, tables and whatnot. In the span of one more week I was set up perfectly and owned the most beautiful house in the world, no doubt about that.

While I was making the house the previous week, I had already set up at least ten protective spells that were scattered around the surrounding area: confusion spells to make people get lost and then get back on their tracks, sound spells to scare the shit out of anyone and anything, traps (non-lethal of course), illusions and my latest idea: drones. Making these little beauties that looked like flat disks was not hard if one had the right materials: it was just a matter of putting a couple of control spells and have them run around the forest, making sure that no one would get too close.

At the end of the second week after my change, I finally relaxed in my new house, safe from the dragons and humans, protected by all the spells that I could make, fridge full of food and a warm environment to sleep in. But… I was alone. Such a big house and so much effort to make it look pretty and cosy and no one to share it with. Frustrating.

There was one thing that could make me happy, only one that could take my mind off my current depression, and it wasn't magic, no… discovering the sexual limits of my body had been the only hobby I had for these two weeks of solitude.

“Oh… fuckfuckfuck!" Most of today had been spent that way and the dildo currently lodged into my vent, the permeating scent of sex and seed was the only proof of what I had been doing.

With one titanic push I expelled the dildo that was big as my own cocks, letting it fall on the floor and join the other though smaller ones. With my tail I picked another, bigger and thicker and crammed it inside. Modelling the texture on my own genitals was the fastest way and made for some excellent me times, not that I could have any company out here. The new dildo pushed up to what I learned to be my cervix and broke the seal and pushed deep in the egg-chamber. I used the lower set of hands and pushed it in and out, the speed making my arms look blurry as I approached another climax. Both of my cocks erupted, again, coating the wall behind me and the wasted seed forming an ever growing puddle on the floor, now about a centimetre thick. The dildo was pushed out by the contractions of my vent and fell on the floor as well.

This one must have been the tenth orgasm of the day or something like that, as if I had the will to keep count. I lazily got up and licked off all the seed from my scales with my tongue, savouring the taste that never failed to amaze me or make me moan in pleasure. With a flick of my wrist the surrounding cum began to gather and moved like a mass of ooze, getting inside the jar that I kept under the bed.

I waved my hands again and the scent of male and female sex vanished from the room, else I'd get a hard-on from my own scent every time I went to sleep. I didn't need yet another reason to get my rocks off.

The clock on my wall told me that outside the sun was high and my stomach told me that it was time to eat so I went into the kitchen. I made the fridge and the kitchen separate from the living room and the bedroom to make most of the space up here. I opened up the fridge and took a large chunk of meat, boar if I remembered correctly and cut it into equally sized pieces and put them on the pan. The stove lit up with electricity as I charged it and the pan got hot in instants, meat sizzling. The induction stove was currently my proudest achievement since making the correct runes for alternate current inside the metal had been extremely hard. The result was magnificent and gave me well cooked food and no risk of fire. Old habits die hard I guess, also I loved induction stoves.

Once I ate the twenty kilos of meat with salad on the side, I was again free and with nothing to do save for more masturbation and, as weird as it may sound, I was not in the mood right now.

I took my obsidian knife and put it in the new leather belt that I made and jumped out of the patio, wings unfolding in the wind. There were no clouds around and the day seemed to promise sun and no rain, making the idea of going to the nearby river all the more enticing.

I chose a very distant spot from the one and only village in the vicinity and dropped in the cold water from the air. The water splashed around and bathed the river bank. I stayed below the surface for several minutes before resurfacing and let the current carry me. I dozed off momentarily and napped in the water, only to be awakened by a feminine scream not far from me. I really wanted to not get involved but then I'd feel guilty so I jumped out of the river. I was a bit sad that my bathing session was interrupted so abruptly, but deep down I was happy that something was finally happening.

I ran towards the source of the noise and found a woman, clothes torn as five men closed in, laughing and unfastening their belts. The woman screamed again and the man closest to her put a rag in her mouth, effectively shutting her up and holding her arms. She kicked and kicked but given how weak she was, there was no way that she could have lasted long. The man yanked at her black hair and laughed again.

“Krissie, I told you that you shouldn't have come here: this is out turf and you know that we don't like when people trespass on out turf. Now I have to punish you." Krissie, that was her name apparently began to cry and weep, sounds muffled by the rag in her mouth. “I'll be first and then the boys will have their turn later."

“Aw, boss… I don't like sloppy seconds, or thirds… can't I go first?"

“Laurence, how many times do I have to tell you that if you don't like getting some second hand pussy, you should go and find your own at the slave market."

“I am dirt poor and you know that, boss. You pay me so little." Laurence, the man with the dirtiest clothes of them all, frowned and shook the coin purse at his waist.

“Because you are dumb as a rock and keep spending all the money of booze and gambling it away! You should learn from me and save it for the good stuff." The boss seemed almost proud of his economical savvy and smiled, revealing a surprisingly complete set of teeth, yellow but all there. Impressive. At this point I could not stand back anymore, since the boss' pants had dropped and revealed some very, very old and tattered underwear. I marched out of the bushes and drawn as much attention to me as I could, a… rather easy thing to do for me now: I just had to stand and let them notice me, what comes next was much like I expected: fear, disgust, curiosity and a whole lot of threats.

“I'll ask once and only once: let the girl go and I won't have to eat your faces."

“Yeah, sure thing, freak!" Laurence shouted and took out a small dagger from his pants, rusty. The only danger that it posed to anyone was the illness that it could give, rather than its edge.

“I'll be nice and ask once more; leave the girl alone."

“We receive no orders from no freak, freak! Get lost before we kill you and sell your skin as a carpet."

“Fine, if you want violence I'll give it to you." Humans are… slow for me. It wasn't hard to get close to them, kick their groins one after the others and see them slump on the ground and wail in pain. It was almost sad, like picking a fight with a child. “Let this be the last time that I see any of you scum try anything funny. Next one… I'll come and cut of your dicks and eat them in front of you, am I being clear?" They all nodded, tears of pain flowing on their cheeks. I'd never even get close to their genitals but it was the best way to ensure proper behaviour. I turned to the woman and removed the rag from her mouth.

“Please don't kill me, please don't… mmmhsh." As soon as she began pleading for her life I stuffed her mouth again.

“Shut up." She nodded and didn't utter a word once I took the rag back out. There was a silent plea in her eyes but this was much better than screaming or crying. I looked at her body and saw that she was injured and bleeding on her back. “I'll have to treat you back at my place." I saw the fear build up in her eyes as I picked her up and teleported back at my house. I had not gone out for even an hour and I was back already. Krissie was very scared for a number of reasons, one of which was having teleported and another one being me. I placed her on the couch that I made the other day and had her lay on her stomach so that I could look at the state of her wounds. “Why were you injured?" She didn't utter a word. “Speak."

“Please… please don't kill me."

“Say please one more time and I'll consider giving you back to those people. I'm trying to help you goddamn it!" Krissie seemed even more scared now and her heart started beating even faster. I sighed and applied magic to her wounded back, restoring it to a more normal state. “Done, you're fine as you can get."

“Thank you." It took her a long while and she spoke in a barely audible tone but it was progress at least. “Really, thank you."

“You're very much welcome. Would you like something to eat?" She shook her head strongly but in the next instant her stomach grumbled loudly. She blushed a little. How cute. “I'll get you something then."

About five minutes later I came back to a very nervous Krissie with a plate filled with the best I had in my kitchen. She was fidgeting and could not stay still for more than a second but she still had not freaked out too much and hadn't tried to run away, yet. She eyed the food I handed to her but didn't eat so I took some for me and ate it as well.

“Nothing poisonous I can assure you. Eat now."

“C-can I?"

“Yes, you can." As if she had just lost all her fear, she jumped on the plate with the ravenous hunger of someone that hadn't eaten well in weeks. It was almost funny to see her scarf down the cake and the rest like it could have vanished in a moment. Soon there wasn't anything left to eat. “Do you want something more?"

“No, no… I'm fine now."

“Good." Ok, maybe I didn't know what to say and I may have frozen. How was I supposed to make small talk again? Did I even remember how? “Why did those men attack you?"

“It's… because I went too far from the village. They are bandits and have set up camp over there, preventing us from fishing from that point on. They sell us the fish at high prices and sometimes pick on the women at the village."

“Haven't you tried to fight them?"

“We did but… they are strong and our men are weak after the last few months of food shortage. Fish was hard to find, crops grew weak and few, the forest was void of fruits… we have passed a rough few months and now that we are beginning to get back on our feet, they come in and steal food and supplies and sell them back to us."

“I see. Maybe I'll pay them another visit and stop them from doing anything like this again."

“No!" Her hand touched my shoulder but she immediately retracted it, as if touching me meant death for her. “Don't kill them!"

“Why would I? I was just going to give them a beating and drop them somewhere far." She swallowed her saliva and shrunk a little. “Did you think I was going to kill them? Why?"

“B-because you're a… dragon."

“Oh, I am not one. Look: I walk on two legs, I am much smaller than they are. I may have scales, wings and horns but I am not one of them." She looked at me in a weird way. I sighed. “I gave everything up for dragons and humans, even my humanity, but they will never consider me one of them." In that moment her eyes shot open and her jaw dropped ever so slightly. “What's wrong?"

“You're the Divine Apostle!"

“Oh, you know me?" A random girl in the middle of nowhere on some random mountain, how did she come to know of me?

“Of course! Every human knows about you! Months ago we received in a dream the news that someone would come and end the war. We all hoped that you'd take us to victory!" She realized soon that what she was saying was hurting me. “But… after a couple of weeks ago there was a royal decree that said that you had refused to help us and that the gods punished you by making you a monster."

“And how did you guess it was me?"

“I… just had a hunch: you said you gave everything up for the two races so I thought that only one person matched both descriptions."

“Aren't you a clever one… well, that's me alright."

“Might I ask what happened? There is no way that the gods punished you like this because you refused to help us." I sighed again and took the cup of tea that I had just made, sitting back on the couch.

“I didn't want either race to die and refused to side with one of them so I asked the god that took me here to make me something in between. This…" I pointed at my body. “… is the result of me sacrificing myself for both dragons and men. The way they reacted was… unpleasant. Did the war stop at least?"

“I… think so: we haven't heard of any attack around here and we haven't seen any dragons around for more than a week. It may have worked."

“Good. Then my whole life wasn't wasted for nothing."

“I don't think you have wasted your life: what you did was nothing short of heroic."

“You think so?" I was surprised, more at the look of reverence on her face than at what she said. She seemed, no, she was sincere… she really meant that. I didn't know how to feel about that. Thank her? Laugh awkwardly? Feel proud?

“Of course! Who'd love life so much to sacrifice themselves so that everyone could live? Not even the leaders of the church are this selfless. They'd prefer to die rather than give anything of theirs to others, regardless of what they claim to think." Her voice kept rising and her tone held anger and frustration. She seemed to have quite the turbulent past. “Sorry, it's just that I had some philosophical issues with priests back at home."

“You aren't from around here?"

“No, I moved here from the city, it's quieter and smells much better. The lack of taxes and city problems are also pretty good, on the other side…. Bandits and starvation." Her head dropped a little and she sighed. “Could I ask a favour?"

“Sure."

“Could I stay here for a while?" Her request surprised me and I didn't know what to say? Why? Why would she want to stay here? For how long?

“I'm sorry?" Was the only thing I could say without sounding like an idiot. “What do you mean?"

“It's just that… I don't want to go back to the village." She twisted the fabric of her clothes and looked down to her shoes, refusing to look at me in the eyes.

“Why?"

“It's… personal."

“Why would you want to stay? You barely know me!"

“I just know that you are a good person and I trust you. You saved me and healed me… I could clean the house, make food… anything…" How could I say that I could do all of these things by myself and probably better than her… “Please." Oh, god… the puppy eyes! I cannot resist the puppy eyes! I thought my heart had frozen over but this sight melted it in milliseconds. I gave up on resisting and accepted my fate.

“Fine… I'll go and make you a bedroom."

“Make a bedroom?"

Of course, in my fit of misanthropy and desire to isolate myself, I had not thought of making a guest room or a second bedroom up here. I did leave out a couple of large branches on the south side of the tree, maybe I could use those.

I had the base grow out and flatten to make a good floor and then grow upwards and outwards to form the walls. Krissie looked at me working from the safety of the living room, too afraid of walking outside and falling. Inside her room I made a large bed and put on some windows that looked out as well as some basic furniture.

With that done, I began making the blankets and the tents for her. I had gotten hold of a large quantity of silk from a bunch of spiders that lived in the roots of the tree, in exchange for their protection from humans and other nasty beings. Nice creatures, silent and hardworking too. I knitted my way through a queen sized blanket for her, making it soft and fluffy.

“Do you like pink or do you prefer green?"

“Pink is fine."

“Pink it is then." I enchanted the now coloured blanket and put it on her bed. After a few hours she had finally gathered enough courage to pass from the living room to her bed chambers, though I had to put rails on the sides to make sure she'd not fall. “All done. I also put in a bath over there if you need to relieve yourself. There is water, both warm and cold and a tub to bathe in. The bed is made out of wood and moss, so I suggest no fires."

“Thank you, I don't know how to repay you."

“There is no need to, stay as long as you like. I might enjoy the company after all."

She smiled and bowed deeply. It made me a little embarrassed but what could I do? And so, Krissie began to live with me after I saved her life. Over the weeks I learned that she was very serious and earnest and no matter what I said, she insisted on earning her stay here: cleaning and prepping the table and whatnot, even washing my scales. The latter was the best part of course but also the rest was not bad, and she learned how to use the custom-made furniture I had in a short amount of time.

She was funny and witty and damn clever, she could read too. Apparently her time in the city was not so bad and she learned a good deal of things.

I kept asking when she wanted to go back but not once she answered me and not one she told me why she wanted me to stop asking her why she didn't, so…I gave up after a while and accepted that I had a roommate now. Not that it was bad in any way but there was still this bug in my head that told me that something was not right. No lone girl would run from her home just because of taxes and bad hygiene, not one that clearly needed help in her life.

Then, one day, after returning home from a hunting session, I entered the house and didn't find her anywhere. I dropped the bleeding deer on the floor and let the blood stain the carpet I made and rushed to see if she had by chance fallen on the ground. She wasn't there nor in her room or in the kitchen. The only place she could have gone was my bedroom.

I opened up the door and found her writhing on the bed, furiously pumping her nether regions with one of the many dildos I had hidden in my closet. I had specifically told her not to go in here! I stepped closer and she didn't even seem to notice me and kept pumping the dildo in and out, moaning. Over her smell of arousal I noticed that I had forgotten to remove my own from las night. Over the course of the days I had gotten used to her and may have forgotten to lock the door well enough. She had come in and must have gotten affected somehow.

“Krissie! Krissie! Can you hear me?" I shook her but my touch seemed to only make her writhe more and reach god knows which orgasm this was. I had left over two hours ago, how long had she even been in here? “Krissie??"

“Aidan… oh, gods, it feels so good."

“Why did you come in? I told you not to!"

“I just… wanted to clean… then I smelled something good, something oh so good and couldn't resist. I'm sorry."

“Don't worry, it's my fault. Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll remove this scent." Once I said that, her hand darted and grabbed mine.

“No! Keep it! I like it…"

“Krissie, this is just some pheromone cocktail, it's not you talking."

“I-I don't care… it feels good and it makes me forget the pain." Pain?

“What are you talking about?" Tears welled in her eyes and I began to panic: what was I supposed to do in this cases? Hug her? No that would only make her fall even more. Stay far from her? And let her cry?

“You know why I have refused to go back to the village?" I nodded. “When I ran from the city, I was running from my fiancé and his family, all scum the lot of them. I thought that I had escaped but he found me even here. He refused to go back to his home and bought one from one of the villagers, living here."

“Did he beat you? Abuse you?"

“No, no, he's… good, he's just not the one I chose… I don't mind being around him but… I didn't want to get married so soon in my life but my parents… they sold me to him to pay some debt they had. I didn't want to run away from him after he came here to live with me again but after the thing at the river… I just wanted to leave him behind."

“Krissie, I'm so sorry to hear it."

“Me too. I don't want him to be worried for me but I also don't want to live with a man that I do not love."

“So you ran and got tangled with the bandits." She nodded and cried some more. “Ok, you don't have to go away, you can still stay here."

“Thanks." Before I could react she got up and kissed me. I felt her breasts push on my chest and her hands grab my muzzle, pushing it close to her. Her lips were soft as petals and her skin smooth and smelled so good. I opened my mouth to talk but she wedged her tongue inside it. I was worried for a moment that she'd cut herself on my teeth but no such thing happened. After my initial surprise, I gave in to my desires and pulled her close to me, finally kissing her back. I felt her heartbeat quicken more and more. “Krissie, are you sure of this? It might be the scent that is making you act this way."

“I know that… I know that it has something to it, like an aftertaste, but one thing I know for sure: it only pushed me to do the right thing. I love you Aidan." I love you. That fucking sentence, the worst sentence in the world and the best one at the same time. I looked into her eyes and saw the burning passion within. Oh, fuck it all! I lost the chance of being with the last person that said this to me and I was not going to repeat the same mistake a third time! I'd find out later if this was only a product of pheromones or real.

Pushed by her lust and the mixed scents, I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Krissie moaned and kissed me with even more fervour and passion. I felt her hands drift without aim as she felt every inch that my body had to offer and I did the same, groping her now plump backside and squeezing it, soft flesh sucking in my scaly hands.

“Having four hands is so good, isn't it?" I asked her but she was barely hearing me, much less capable of forming a coherent answer. Something ticked inside me and pushed me even further.

I pinned her down on the bed and let the mattress cover our fall as we barely cared about that, too engrossed in exploring each other. Her hands drifted more and more below my belly and eventually found the slit that was hiding the sweet prize. She prodded the insides and not springing out was way harder than I thought it would be. After a few experimental tugs I had to give in and let my cocks out. Krissie spent a few moments stroking then and coaxing out a few drops of pre and then licked them off her fingers. The sight was enough for me to get even more turned on and shoot a few long streams across my chest. She giggled and then proceeded to lick every little drop left and then trying to get it directly from her source. The feeling of a different tongue than mine was mind blowing: I knew where to go and what to touch in order to make the most out of my time but she was just now discovering the wonders of draconic cock and what reactions I had when she touched my ridges. Although she could barely fit the first few centimetres from the tip in her mouth, she made due with her enthusiasm. Not long after she took the first few licks, she tried to take the whole thing in, inch by inch but her gag reflex stopped her and she coughed very hard.

“Hey, take it easy, they're not going anywhere."

“I know, it's just that the taste is so good I can't stop." She stroked them one more time and kissed me again. “What other surprises do you have for me?"

“Hmm, do you really want to know?"

“Is there even the need to ask? Come on…"

“Alright… go a little below the root of my cocks, there should be something of interest there." Her expression revealed her confusion but she did it anyways, slowly moving her fingers. A few centimetres behind, her fingers were suddenly sucked in my vent. The warm intruders made e shudder. “God, I am beginning to love your hands."

“What is this? It feels like… oh, gods above!"

“Yeah, I've got everything in place, male and female alike." I was kind of worried she'd be freaked out or disgusted but her joyous expression and lusty grin told another story.

“Is this why you have all these… toys?"

“Yeah, it gets rather itchy down there without anything to fill it. Since I can't get any men around here I had to make due."

“And you can fit all of them?"

“Well… yes. Do you want to see?" She chuckled and tossed away the dildo still on the bed. What a lovely sight.

“Maybe later but now… I want you to fuck me like you want to make me pregnant." She smiled and leaned in for another kiss but stopped halfway. “Wait… can you have children if you have both sets?"

“Yeah, with both species as well apparently. A gift from god, literally. Why?"

“Do you want any?"

“Children? Maybe one day."

“If I asked you to be the father of mine… would you agree?" Oh, holy shit. Child talk…

“It's a very important thing to talk about, are you sure you want to do it now? Don't you want to think about it?"

“Yeah, fine. We'll talk about babies later." She got up on her knees and turned her ass towards me, her cheeks swaying ever so slightly. The sight alone made me throb painfully. “Now fuck me!"

Her behaviour had changed quite a lot: she had lost that air of innocence and that meek actions she always had, in exchange for an almost aggressive and hungry woman. I wasn't going to complain as I was liking it quite a bit. There was one small problem: would I fit? I mean: I was not that thick at the tip but at the base I was almost as thick as my own wrist and over half a metre long… Only one way to find out.

I gave her a playful spank before aiming and pushing the first few centimetres in. The warmth was nothing like I remembered and the tightness was beyond incredible. She gasped in pain as I kept going. After a long and slow minute, I had to stop.

“You ok?"

“I-I think so? Is it all the way in already?" I looked down and saw that a mere half was in and my second cock was dragging across her belly now.

“I am about halfway with the first one…"

“Halfway? Oh, gods…"

“Do you want to stop?"

“K-keep going, maybe I'll loosen up on the way."

“Ok, I'll take it easy."

“No! No 'easy', I want you to breed me like the bitch I am. I want it hard and I want it now."

The feral look of hunger in her eyes was proof of her determination and pushed me to keep going even though common sense should have told me to slow down. To make things easier I began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, sliding the few centimetres I had already put in and increased them bit by bit. Every new thrust was uncharted territory as I went deeper and deeper. Soon I found a new barrier which I knew to be her cervix. I was scared that breaching that barrier would hurt her even more but in the next instant, I noticed that all of my cock had been buried inside her and that a fine layer of scales had begun to spread from her loins to her thighs.

My hearts jumped and I pulled back, feeling my entire length come out, and then, in a rush of lust, I hilted myself back in. Krissie yelled, but not in pain, as an unbelievably strong orgasm rocked her body. With the certainty that she was going to be fine now, I increased my pace, pulling most of myself out before going back in. I hugged her from behind and caressed her breasts as I pounded her harder and harder. I don't know how long I lasted but after a good while, a large puddle of pre and other fluids had formed under us, each thrust splashing some on our legs or on her belly, adding more slickness to the one provided by my free cock. In one titanic effort, Krissie used her right hand and stroked it hard, sliding a finger on every ridge. That one movement was enough to send me over the edge and I hilted as deep as her now rather reptilian vent allowed me to, flooding her womb with all I had to offer. Behind me I think I heard the loud splat of my own vent releasing and in front of us as my free cock unloaded.

With new agility, Krissie bent over and sucked on it as I came, the stimulation triggering a second orgasm before the last one had even began to taper off. The seed overflowed from both her now overstuffed holes and splattered on the bed and on the fine scales that had spread even more and gave the feeling that she had been dumped in glitter as sweat glistened in the warm light of the evening. Maybe five minutes later, I stopped coming and spilling seed all over the place and slumped on the bed. Krissie joined me and I spooned her, still inside her vent. Her stomach was full and her womb fuller. I wondered if she'd get pregnant from this but the word that god said reminded me that unless I really wanted to, I'd not have any offspring. Good, because I wasn't feeling like having children at the moment.

“No dinner for me I guess."

“You did drink a lot." I chuckled. She pouted and puffed her cheeks.

“What? It's not my fault it tastes good, if anything, you are the one to blame, you and your over-productive balls."

“Fine, point taken. It does taste good."

“You have tasted yourself?"

“All the time." As proof, I arched my neck over her and licked off the last few drops from my tip, lips smacking. “God, you're beautiful."

“Am I?"

“Of course, it makes me wonder why you even fell in love with me. I am just a clump of scales and extra limbs and parts."

“Oh, don't you dare say anything like that! You are one sexy beast, with all the right attributes and some extra to boot. You are sweet, caring, gentle, never get angry at me when I make mistakes… if you were human, you'd be submerged by women wanting to marry you. So what if you have scales? They are smooth, cool, hard and soft at the same time. I like the ones on your hands the most." She took one in hers, caressing the sensitive scales of my palm.

“Yeah? Well, I like the ones on your face the most." She arched her neck to look at me with a confused expression.

“My… face?" I produced a mirror and put it in front of us: the reflection showed my ugly muzzle, covered in rough scales that reminded of the rust on a sword and her pretty face, now with some spots that had small and pink scales, the colour of her skin. They shone with intensity in the light that came in through the window as the moon peeked from the clouds. “They're like stars on my face."

“Do you like them?"

“I love them. It makes me feel more like you!"

Her enthusiasm was very contagious and we spent some more time exploring her new changes before finally dozing off, spent and tired. She was soft and warm, pleasant enough that I would have never left he alone. How did I come to get her love was a mystery, but sure as hell wasn't going to waste it.