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Harganthor surveyed his lands watchfully, the dragon perched on the precipice of a mountain shelf that he had flown to earlier that day in order to work through a deer that he had captured earlier. As a mighty red dragon he held all the lands in the region to himself, which included a nearby elven village that he could see off in the distance. He smirked as he thought of the citizens that lived in constant fear of him, attempting to placate him with things such as food and what little riches they were able to scour from other places in order to give to him. The remains of the deer that he had just eaten was one such offering, but as he scoured the landscape he was looking for something to sate a completely different desire.

It appeared that the villagers were not too keen on going near his mountains this day, but just as he considering flying back to his lair he saw what he was looking for. It was one of the elves that had decided to bathe in the river that ran near the mountains. Due to the proximity of the rather large fiery dragon the waters in that area ran warmer than most and made an ideal area for them to wash off. As one elf was about to learn; however, there was a price to pay for being so close to the lair of the dragon as he opened his wings and began his descent down the mountain.

As his shadow flitted down the rocky mountain side it aimed towards the river with one purpose. His target was the lovely elf maiden, her long, golden hair flowing wetly along her demure shoulders. With her back turned to him and only able to see her chest-deep body it was hard to see what she looked like, but that didn't really matter all that much to Harganthor. The dragon would get his lusts slaked that evening and all he wanted was a female to cater to his every need. If she did a good job she would be dropped back off at the river in the morn in likely need of another good washing, if she didn't... well... he wouldn't have to go out for breakfast at least.

With his skillful descent the unsuspecting elf didn't even realize that a dragon was upon her until his shadow was cast over her body, and by that time it was far too late. Before she could even turn her head his heavy hind legs clasped around her and dunked her down into the water before he angled his powerful wings and soared back up. He could feel his prey wiggling in a vain attempt to get out but with a shout in draconic he informed his morsel that it wouldn't be wise to try and escape so far up the ground. With most elves being fluent in draconic in this area of the world he knew that the maiden understood as her struggles ceased. As he soared through the air he could feel the smaller creature trembling, no doubt this villager has heard stories of what happened to elves that Harganthor caught from those that had successfully pleasured him enough to live to see the sun once again.

The dragon continued to let the elf squirm in his heavy, padded paws as he quickly flew up the mountainside once more and over a peak or two, the bits of snow that constantly were there sizzling against his scales as he hurriedly flew over the peaks and down to the other side. He did this two more times and by the time he got to the mountain plateau the sun had nearly disappeared completely beneath the horizon. A rushing of water could be heard nearby, the source of the river that he had plucked his latest morsel out of as he flew into the darkness of the cave that was his den. With the sun already too low to provide light it was pitch black inside, though he knew more than enough of his living area to navigate as he continued down a few feet before dropping his prey on the piles of padded sheets that served as their bed before finally settling down on all fours.

"I'd tell you not to run, but I know your kind are smart enough to know that trying to run down a mountain during the dead of night is not a good idea," Harganthor instructed, smirking as he went over to the pit of stones that took up the middle of the cavern, waving his forepaw over it to cause them to glow with his magic as a whimper he heard in the darkness caused him to grin. "Here is the deal, you're going to satisfy my every lustful desire without question or hesitation, and in return if you do a good enough job you won't be tossed on top of my bed here, which I assure you for elves is quite uncomfortable. Now I know you're probably scared out of your mind, so a simple noise that you understand will do."

When he heard a noise in the darkness the dragon nodded and continued to let his power flow into his bed until the black stones were glowing intensely with a bright red and filling the cave with heat. Normally he would keep pumping his power into the prepared area until they were white-hot, but he found that if he had an elf in the cavern when he did that they became a sweaty, panting mess. More than once he had to grab them and dunk their overheating bodies in the nearby river, and after that he resolved to keep the temperature low enough they won't start cooking in their own skin. When he felt that he had reached that point he grabbed a small scented torch and lit it next to them, turning to look at his prize for the first time.

When the light danced over the elf's lithe form he licked his lips in anticipation, watching her continue to quiver as he slowly approached her to try to put her somewhat at ease so that she wouldn't cry. Though he was a dragon with needs he still couldn't stand to watch them cry, and he was still somewhat full from that deer so it would be too much to just eat her right now like he did the others when that happened. It appeared this one was more resilient than most, though, as his gaze traveled down that still-wet hair that hung in front of her face to her chest. It was quite flat, and though he preferred his maidens a little more ample-bosomed it was something he could look past in the term of his sexual needs. He continued to scan down her body and looked over her pert nipples before traveling down to her flat stomach being covered by her slender hands, then to her groin...

...only for Harganthor to frown immediately when he saw what was dangling there.

"Oh come on..." the dragon said as he realized that what he had in his cave was a very male elf, the dragon's reply causing the elf to tilt his head back and reveal his face for the first time as the dragon sighed. "This is the problem with elves... a lot of you are so androgynous that even when naked it's hard to tell what's what without looking between your legs."

"Hate to disappoint you," the elf replied as he continued to shiver despite the warmth in the area reaching pleasant levels on his naked body. "You're the one that plucked me from the river without asking..."

"Well I doubt any of you would come willingly if I just pranced up and said hello,"Harganthor replied with a huff.

"Because you threaten to EAT us," the elf shot back angrily before a scathing look from the dragon put him back in his place, looking down at the ground. "So... what now, are you going to eat me or let me go?"

The dragon thought about it for a moment before sighing and rolling his yellow eyes. "Neither," he said finally, causing the elf to look at him in surprise. "Even I wouldn't go flying out in these mountains at night and it feels like a waste of perfectly good, somewhat willing elf flesh to a simple meal... plus, I already ate. No... I think I'm just going to use a little magic to make you better suited to my more lustful tastes."

"You're doing... what?" the elf replied as the dragon brought up his forepaw and it began to glow with an unnatural light directed straight at him. "No... wait, you're not doing what I think you're doing? I don't want to be a girl!"

"And I don't want to be alone," Harganthor replied with a smirk as he directed his magic at the flailing male, "but we all have sacrifices we need to make. Now hold still, I'd hate for things to end up in the wrong places if I have to pin you down for this."

For Harganthor, though, even he didn't know the extent of his ancient magic, only using it to stoke his bed or to make his life easier in some other trivial way. He had never used such magic on another creature before, normally he would just eat the creature for the problem that they caused, but on this night he was incredibly horny and it was too late for him to go on the prowl for an actual elven maiden. The magic of a dragon was instinctual enough he should just will it and it would happen. What Harganthor didn't realize was that such primal magic didn't just come from the dragon, but from the world itself, and the world often looked at problems from a completely different angle...

As the elf felt the magic push its way into his body the air around him seemed to grow even warmer than before, though he surmised that this heat was from within as he fell to his knees and clutched his bare chest. The dragon finished filling the pointy-eared humanoid and put his forepaw down, watching in eager amusement as the thin male clutched his chest. "Now now, don't go hiding them," he said as he took a clawed finger and pulled the elf's arms apart. "I want to see those nice tits of yours growing out for me."

When Harganthor did pull the other male's arms apart his grin once more turned sour was not the breasts of a female elf. Instead what he found were pale golden scales developing, spreading outwards from his chest and down his belly as the transforming creature gasped when he looked down himself. "You have got to be kidding me," the dragon sighed as the elf's entire body shuddered, his meek frame growing larger as his entire body began to expand. "This just isn't my night, is it? Part of me wants to eat you now and move on but you'll probably give me a stomachache. Suppose if magic made this mess it can fix it, just stand still there little elf..."

Much to the dragon's surprise the changing elf suddenly leapt up and pushed him back, causing him to roll over more than once until he had come to the stop on the other side of his coal bed. "You scourge..." the elf hissed through sharpening teeth as he stood up, Harganthor quickly getting back to his feet as he heard the elf's back crack and crunch as his chest and neck began to elongate. "For decades, centuries even, my people had to watch the skies in constant fear that you would be there, now I'm going to make sure they never have to do that again. Not one elf is going to fall to your villainous devices ever again."

Harganthor was about to shoot a quick retort when he saw the elf step directly on his bed of coals, but instead of the magically-infused fire burning him it seemed to only fuel his transformation faster as golden scales appeared on his rapidly expanding feet. Any pretense that the magic was at least going to turn the elf female was gone as the changes reached up his thickening thighs and his cock throbbed hard before it started to grow fat and ridged just like his own. Harganthor didn't know how he had managed to create another dragon, but that was the last thought on his mind as the threatening male continued to move towards him. The red dragon didn't know whether to attempt to attack and subdue his sudden opponent or attempt to run off, all he knew was that the changes were not going to give him much time to think about it as he saw a tail forming at the base of the elf's spine.

The elf's progression towards his enemy was halted suddenly as he let out a deep grunt, his voice deepening as he felt the structure of his legs shift, causing him to fall forwards as his rear expanded rapidly with fresh muscle. As soon as his hands hit the coals they exploded with growth, too, and both watched as those slender elven fingers twisted, melded and warped together until he had the huge forepaws of a golden-scaled dragon. Even based on a quick glance Harganthor could see that the comically huge paws on the growing elf were bigger than his, which if that was any indicator of the rate of growth prompted him to act. The red dragon was not about to let something that he had intended to have his way with for the night get the better of him, and with a loud snarl charged forward.

The attack lasted all of seven seconds before the red dragon found his head pushed against his own bed of coals by the heavy dragon paw that had put him there, watching those talons continue to grow as the elf tilted back his head and let out a roar. At first the noise wasn't much more than a strangled cry, but as his throat thickened and his already lengthened face pushed out even further into a proper muzzle it turned into a bellowing noise befitting a dragon. Harganthor quickly realized that he was too late in his attack, the creature that had been the elf had grown stronger than him with the aid of the magic coursing through his muscles. Though Harganthor had been a dragon all his life he found himself completely subdued by the rapidly growing creature.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen," the elf said as he pushed the dragon's face further into the loose coals. "The great dragon Harganthor beneath the feet of a puny elf... well, a formerly puny elf." The golden dragon's muzzle split into a grin as he watched the red dragon squirm under his forepaw; even though he knew the heat of the coals did nothing against the scales of the fire creature it still satisfied him to no end. "Now the question is what to do with you... I suppose I could eat you, but at this point it would be cannibalism, wouldn't it?"

There was a renewed fight in the red dragon but it was once more quickly put down as the gold dragon used his new weight to keep him pinned. "You little punk..." Harganthor spat as he looked up between the webbed fingers of the transformed elf. "Just because you have that shiny new body doesn't mean you aren't still the pathetic little elf that I brought up here. If that magic dissipates you're on a one-way trip to my stomach."

"If the magic dissipates?" the elf replied as his grin grew even wider, feeling the other dragon's throat swallow hard as he leaned in. "Oh dear... even you don't know how this works, do you? You just fired off a spell thinking because you're a dragon that it would work exactly the way that you wanted it to? Oh, and my name isn't just elf, it's Dallino... I know it wouldn't have mattered before when you just wanted to rail me half to death or eat me all the way to it."

"It doesn't matter," Harganthor growled, "you can't pin me here forever."

"Why, I do find this bed you've made quite comfortable..." Dallino said, though his words were momentarily cut short as he felt his new horns slide out and his wings grow as part of the last stage of his transformation. "But I suppose you're right, which means I have to think about what to do to you, especially if this magic does wear off. I could just kill you and be done with it... but that would be quite the waste of perfectly good, somewhat willing dragon flesh, and I have heard some interesting things about how dragons process their hierarchy."

Harganthor suddenly felt the large weight lift off him, but before he had a chance to brace himself Dallino took his paws and pushed him onto his stomach. With his face not full of red-hot coals he caught a glimpse of the one that was holding him hostage. Despite the situation the red dragon couldn't help but have his eyes widen at the majesty of the creature that the elf had become. In the dim light of the enchanted coals was a gold dragon unlike anything he had ever seen before; as he guessed the elf -turned-dragon had become bigger than him, with glittering horns and eyes and an impressive physique.

"Are those bedroom eyes that I'm seeing?" Dallino said with a smirk, the red dragon looking away as he felt the gold dragon shifting on top of him. "Maybe it's true then... or perhaps you just liked guys from the start? If that was the case we could have maybe had some fun, but you chromatics are all the same. Either way this night isn't going to get any younger and as you mentioned, you are quite horny... and thanks to you, so am I."

Even though Harganthor had not expected to be in this position it was clear that Dallino was going to have his way with him, and much like what the gold dragon had mentioned he could feel those instincts kicking in. Dragons followed the primal rules of nature, and one of those rules were that the biggest ruled... which was one of the reasons that Harganthor tended to stay alone and work over weaker races like the elves in the nearby village. It allowed him to be king of his domain, but it appeared that he was about to be dethroned by a creature of his own accidental creation. The breath of the red dragon quickened as he felt the head of the cock begin to throb between his own legs as his tail wrapped around his midsection.

Dallino let out a loud groan as his draconic dick pushed inside the male beneath him, both creatures shuddering with pleasure. It was the first time that the former elf had mounted anyone or anything before, and despite it being a red dragon that less than an hour ago was about to force him to do something similar, he found the pleasure to be incredibly immense. The fleshy ridges on his newly-transformed cock caused both his form and the one beneath it to shiver every time one popped into that tight tailhole. It was clear that Harganthor hadn't had another male back there, at least not recently as it was spread open by his cock.

Harganthor's claws dug into the stone floor beneath him as the bigger dragon pushed hard into him, groaning with pure pleasure as he felt that maleness rub against all of the most sensitive spots in his body. This wasn't what was supposed to happen, he thought to himself as the other male pushed hard against his body, he was supposed to be dominating some female elf that could hardly handle his own cock. He wasn't supposed to be the one on his belly with his tailhole filled by another dragon bigger than him. The worst part, more than the thick piece of flesh that was thrusting in and out of him, was just how much he was enjoying it.

The former elf also found the benefits of his new draconic form to be quite enjoyable as well as the one beneath him, relishing in the immense pleasure that he had gotten from taking the dragon beneath him. At first he had meant to rut the dragon as a means of ironic revenge, but after he had pushed himself in he suddenly felt such a flood of pleasure and bliss that the fact that he had been kidnapped and transformed by the dragon was quickly pushed out of his mind. Never in his life had he felt more dominant; even when he was with females, himself, he always tended to let them have their way with him while they had sex, and if he had ever been with a male it was likely he'd be the one on the bottom. Now he let out a deep rumble as it felt as natural as breathing to be on top of the wiggling dragon beneath him as he uses his new hips to thrust in deep.

"Where'd you learn to rut like that?!" Harganthor called out after the gold dragon after gasping when he nearly bottomed out inside him. "Every time I see one of you elves you guys flop around like a fish, this is true dragon sex right here!"

Much to the red dragon's surprise he felt a muzzle press against and run up his neck as a forepaw grabbed his and tilted his head back. "You're not the only one that's seen another race having sex before..." Dallino growled as he licked the cheek of the other male. "Now that's enough talking out of you, perhaps I should put something in that muzzle of yours to keep you quiet..."

Harganthor was unsure of what the other dragon meant by that before he felt something pulling on his already cock-filled backside as Dallino leaned back while keeping himself firmly embedded. While their forepaws didn't have the same fine dexterity that most other humanoid races had it was enough to grab onto things, in this instance it was the red dragon's own tail as it was shoved into his maw! Harganthor let out a muffled grunt as those golden-scaled paws continued to press against his face as the weight now pressed completely against his back that caused him to fall completely on his chest. The entire time the two dragons were rutting the coals that they had been on top of had gone from red hot to white, the heat causing the air in the cavern to waver as it grew to the temperature of an oven that most other creatures wouldn't survive.

For the two fire dragons though it was more than enough to continue to spur them on, Harganthor huffing and sputtering around the tail gag in his muzzle as Dallino upped the intensity of his thrusts. For the gold dragon it was going to be the first time he had a climax as one, and even though his draconic form could handle and his similar mind was able to process it he was still an elf at heart... although that was starting to change as well. With each pump of his hips downward he no longer even saw himself as one, instead of being an elf that happened to have a dragon's body he now saw himself as the powerful creature. He thrashed his tail and spread his wings as he gained an additional rush of pure desire from the stretching of his new muscles before it was all too much.

When Harganthor felt the hot jets of dragon cum fill him for the first time Dallino had also stopped holding him down, which allowed him to let out a bellowing roar that might have even reached the village. As the hot liquid splashed against his already sensitive walls that had been pummeled by the ridged length that had been pounded into him it was more than enough for him to orgasm as well. White hot stones flew everywhere as they both shared in the most intense release either of them had ever had, not a thought in their minds except the mind-blowing bliss that seemed to continue on and on...

Once they were finished Harganthor managed to wiggle his way out from underneath the grasp of the still-panting gold dragon, shuddering as he felt the still half-hard member slide out of him. His whole life he had avoided being with another dragon, especially knowing how selfish others of his kind were and even hooking up with real gold dragons had their negative effects, but now that he was with one he could never see being with anything else. It probably helped that Dallino had been a dragon for all of twenty minutes, though the way he controlled him with that superior body of his and knew exactly how to squeegee those muscles one would think he had been such a creature his entire life. As the heated air of the cavern continued to fill the fire dragon's lungs he realized he hoped that the magic he had cast will never wear off...

"Hey you..." the deep, husky voice growled as Harganthor felt a thickly muscled forearm wrap around his midsection. "Where do you think you're going so quickly? You wanted a night of passion and that's exactly what I'm going to give you..."

Once they were completely finished the two of them remained together for quite some time, Dallino continuing to keep his cock buried deep inside Harganthor as the gold dragon nuzzled the red dragon's neck. "Well, how's that for a night of passion and lust?" Dallino teased as he ran his hand along Harganthor's chest and belly with his forepaw, both of them seeing the first rays of sunlight falling in from the cave entrance. "So now that the sun has risen I suppose you'll have to decide if I did well enough or I'm going to be eaten. Of course I think that now you're going to have quite the meal ahead of you instead of what you picked up last night."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Harganthor replied with a huff as he felt the other male dragon hug him tight.

"Well perhaps there's something that I can lick on instead in order to repay you for your ambivalence," Dallino replied as his paw moved down and rubbed on the still half-erect member that the red dragon had. "Of course now that you have me to take care of those desires of yours, I trust that you're not going to be hassling my village anymore. I mean with you servicing me and me doing all the hunting we really don't have time to terrorize them, right?"

Harganthor snorted but nodded his head as he got up and looked around at his cave, realizing that the heat of their passions had significantly softened the walls that he had already worked on before had lost a considerable amount of mass as the formerly-molten rock had put a river pattern in his cave floor. There was a reason that he put all his valuables into a fire-proof box, which was also half-melted into the floor as he pulled it up and put it back on the shelf that it had slid off of. A shout from further below by the other dragon almost caused him to drop it as he turned and ran down the tunnel. When he got there he saw the gold dragon looking out at the new cavern that their circulating heat that created, but when he saw what Dallino was staring at his own eyes widened in surprise...

At the same time the village had taken notice of the fact that the skies were clear, and for the first few days that the scourge of their land had ceased to blot their skies with his presence. While they didn't know if the dragon was dead or had decided to move on to another village with each day that passed they began to have cautious optimism that they could finally live free without worrying of being picked off by the terror of the skies. Before the week was over; however, as the sun rose there was a growing dot of a dragon that caused them to once more panic in the streets. Their panic and horror soon turned to confusion, though, as the one that flew straight towards their town shined with gold scales and not red.

Though they still remained hidden in their houses when this strange new dragon landed they slowly poked their heads out when he boldly announced that he would do no harm to them. As the cautious elves slowly made their way out and filled the town square the dragon announced he was once the elf known as Dallino, and that thanks to a magical mishap he had been able to make sure that Harganthor would never bother them again and that he wanted to make up for all the misdeeds that they had done. Then they revealed what they had been doing for the last week, the red dragon coming up from behind with a bag of precious metals that they had mined from their use of intense heat on the rocks of the mountains that Hargnathor hadn't even realized he had been sitting on."

Though the red dragon wanted to protest he could see the intense look in the eyes of his partner and swallowed hard before he nodded. It was clear that the bigger male was in charge with more than just their lovemaking, and with Dallino in the lead he guided Harganthor to a different life. Harganthor didn't mind, he was more than content serving his new mate and didn't even care that he wasn't exactly in control anymore. While he hadn't intended to give it up it was to a good dragon with a wonderful heart, one who made sure that he would never be alone again.