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? Slayer or Layer 5 For Lorvianne By Draconicon

Whether through blind willpower or something else, Lorkos was able to drag himself further from the drake behind him. The feeling of that cock sliding out from between his ass cheeks was one of the most painful sensations that he had ever endured, not because it was something that hurt him to feel, but because it was something that pained him to lose.

The drake looked at him with its head cocked to the side as he wandered through the camp, picking up what goods he could. Every time that he slowed down, the drake was there, shoving its head between his legs and sniffing about, as if hoping that persistence would award it with the sex that it hadn't gotten the first time.

It might be right.

Every time that the creature came up between his legs, every time that he felt that hot breath against his pussy and the warm scales that ground against it, it took everything that the dragonslayer had to keep from falling on his hands and knees and offering himself. His ass and his pussy alike clenched hard, but it was his sex that was driving him most out of his mind.

Nngh...this is...this is unholy, unfair, and wrong!

It was insane how wet he was, how much his drenched slit was dripping down his legs and along his thighs. The scales that burned along his crotch had already started spreading again, moving out from his groin to his thighs, and up along his hips, as well. He was half-convinced that it was going to start growing out his ass if it got far enough around, giving him the padding to take the rutting of a drake.

But no, he wasn't going to submit to this. Not now, not ever.

The wolf panted as he dragged himself to the edge of camp. All he'd managed to salvage were two days worth of rations, a waterskin, and one weapon. It would be useless against anything scaled, he knew - the curse was horrible with its efficiency there - but he would be able to defend himself against the other beasts of the mountain. There was that much to be said for it.

He looked back at the drake. It cocked its head to the side once more as he stared at it, almost as if it was curious, trying to puzzle out why a two-legger had the cunt of a dragoness. He didn't want to let it figure it out.

With a grunt, he heaved himself over the side of the mountain. He hugged one sword to his chest, cushioning it against everything else with a blanket wrapped around it and the other goods that he'd brought along. The last thing he needed was for those to break apart, and the fastest way down the mountain was, as ever, to just let gravity take him.

He came to a halt some thousand feet down the mountainside, well away from his campsite but still a few hours trek away from the small settlement at the base of the mountain. The paths wound away from him, and he knew from the climb up that there would be a series of caves that were filled with monsters and creatures that would be all too happy to breed him, now that he had the proper 'equipment.' He shivered at the thought, but he knew that they would be there, despite his earlier efforts to clear the caves of anything dangerous. They would wait, pounce as soon as his back was turned, and then he would be filled with eggs and covered in scales faster than a rabbit filling its mate with seed.

The other option, of course, was the forest that was just to the right of him.

It was a large one, a huge patch of trees that had been used as a lumber source, once upon a time. During that time, the histories said that the beasts of the forest bowed to humanity and the power that they wielded over the land.

Such times were long past, now, and he knew that it was a risk going in there. Even if none of the scaly creatures of the mountains came after him, there were the wolves and other creatures that called the forest home, and he was in no state to deal with predators. Even without the looming threat of the drake behind him, his pussy was still on fire, burning and dripping constantly.

He looked down between his legs, staring at the cursed cunt that he had been given, and past it to the puddle that lingered between his feet. The wolf could feel the warm liquid spreading out, forming strings of goo when he lifted one foot and then the other, attaching them to the puddle. The scent of horny female filled the air, and not even the scent of a female wolf, but rather than of a dragoness.

If there's a single male on the mountain that doesn't know there's something to rut, I'd be amazed.

Lorkos sighed.

"Looks like it's the forest for me."

He hopped down from the edge of the path, making his way down the less-steep rock face that led down to the trees. It wasn't a huge trek, but he knew that he would be walking for a while. He just hoped that he didn't have to feel his thighs brushing against each other the whole way down.

It took him five minutes to get under the cover of the tree branches, into the darkness of the forest, and he could immediately tell a difference. Not a good difference either, as the stink of his pussy filled the air and left him gagging at the sheer rank musk of his heat. The power of it was just insane. He had known that dragonesses were very obvious about their needs, that they were good at broadcasting to the males that they were ready to be seeded, but this was downright impossible. He could feel every single throb that went through his nether regions as he walked along, and he groaned as he felt his body changing.

It was a very slow process, the scales pressing out of his pussy at a rate of maybe an inch of scales every fifteen minutes, but it was still happening. He could feel the smooth hardness of the scales running down his legs, running up along his crotch, pushing towards his waist and around his hips. The touch of the scales was a constant reminder of what he needed, what would happen if he didn't get bred.

Nnngh...

And his pussy was driving him mad. It was constantly clenching down on nothing, pulling on his insides and begging him to fill up that slit between his legs. The wolf refused, but the further into the forest he went, the more he wanted to. He saw little roots and bits of wood that pointed up from the ground rather than extending flat out, and he started to see them as phallic objects, as things that might soothe the need inside of him.

Lorkos shook his head, doing his best to ignore the temptations, but temptations they remained, even as he walked by them and hissed at the thought of thrusting some of those thicker roots into his pussy.

At all times, his pussy continued to drool behind him, leaving a silvery, transparent trail of his juices through the forest. The constant musk of his sex was making his eyes water, his needs as a male mixing with the constant arousal as a female. His male brain was taking in the chemicals and processing them the way that he would have done for a bitch back in the settlements, but this...

This was not fair. He couldn't get hard, not in the same way that he could before, and the only satisfaction that he'd receive would be a scaly dick between his legs. If he didn't give in to that, he might as well not touch himself at all.

His pussy clenched hard, all of a sudden, and the emptiness overwhelmed him. The mostly-wolf, part-dragon fell to his knees, panting and gasping. A spurt of his juices squirted out behind him, soaking his tail, and he whimpered at the heat that covered him. His fur was matted down where the juices slid down his legs, and his tail refused to come free without making a squelching sound as it pulled away from his pussy.

"Not...not going to break..."

Lorkos shivered as he pulled out his sword, using it as a cane to push himself back up to his feet. The feeling of so much fluid running out of his cunt told him that he should have been dehydrated by now, but apparently the curse of Ashin had taken that into account. He was no more thirsty than he had been in the kobold caves...and no more thirsty then than he had been when he had climbed the mountain and found the red dragon in the first place.

Am I immortal? he wondered, considering whether his mortal needs such as food and water had been suspended. It would be something, if the dragoness had left him immortal to carry out her tasks. She is a bitch. She is a right royal bitch!

He swung his sword out, cutting off one of the roots of the nearest tree. It wasn't much, but it vented some small bit of his anger. It also gave him a better walking stick than the sword. He sheathed it again, pulling it up and over his back so that he didn't have to carry it around, and picked up the piece of wood. Brushing off the bugs, he used it to keep carrying himself forward, hoping against hope that he was going the right way.

The thick leaves and branches kept him from getting any relief from the constant smell of heat, either. It made it so that he was constantly thinking of sex, of the idea of hard, heavy dragon cocks plundering his pussy, no matter how hard he tried to guard his mind from the idea. It was impossible to push out of his head, impossible to shake.

Big dragon balls, filled with so much seed to fill me with -

No.

Big cock, waiting to split you open and -

No.

Thick tails, rubbing along your pussy, then -

"NO!"

He screamed as the images kept pouring into his head, barely keeping himself upright as he leaned against a tree. The poor wolf could hardly keep his thoughts straight, barely remembering what direction he was supposed to go, what he was trying to do. Some small part of him wanted to get to the village at the base of the mountain, half-hoping that he might be able to trade for a curse removal, and if nothing else, the chance to get a horse and get the hell out of here.

The other part of his mind, the louder part, was thinking about how great it would feel to get fucked.

Lorkos kept screaming at that part of his mind, even as his pussy clenched with every passing fantasy.

Up against a tree, his transforming tail shoved off to the side as he was bred by a lizardman? Clench.

On all fours, getting railed over the side of the mountain by a drake? Clench.

Carried to a city and rutted in front of the various knights by a real dragon, his tongue hanging out as he was bred like a dragoness bitch? Clench.

Clench, clench, clench, clench went that damn scaly pussy, and it was driving him out of his mind. He could barely breathe, his excitement so hot and heavy, and if it wasn't for the tree that he was leaning on, he would have fallen over long ago. His fingers curled, claws digging gouges out of the tree, and his teeth clenched hard enough that he swore that he was on the verge of chipping teeth.

Then, he heard the first wing-flap.

The wolf looked towards the sky, his eyes open wide as he saw the descending drakes. They were circling just above the tree branches, their outstretched heads turned to look at him through the leaves. No, not at him, but at the source of the scent that they doubtlessly had caught.

No, no, no, I'm so close. Don't...don't do...this...

Lorkos caught the scent of the males above him, the rough, heady musk of a male's crotch. The soft raspiness that came from them being scaly males only made it worse for his crotch, his pussy clenching down and squirting a line of juices along the floor. He slumped down to his knees, panting hard, his eyes glazed over with the need and emptiness that was still growing inside of him.

Thump, thump, crash, thump. The drakes came falling through the branches, landing on all fours just in front of him. One, two, four, eight, twelve of them, a whole flock summoned by the heat of his pussy. Lorkos looked from one of them to another, slowly shaking his head in awe at the way that they had managed to track him, but more than that, by what they had to show him under their bodies.

Each one sported a cock that was at least eight inches long, perhaps as long as a foot in some cases. They walked forward, waddling under the weight of their own shafts, their balls starting to pulse as well. One, a green drake, stuck its head right between Lorkos's legs, and before he could squirm away, it started licking at his cunt.

"AH!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice going high and shrill rather than low and growly. His toes curled despite himself as that long, thin tongue worked inside of him, lapping at all the juices that were slowly coming out. Other drakes leaned in, dragging their tongues across his thighs, while others still were moving close, sniffing at his face, slowly pulling themselves up the sides of the tree to expose their cocks to him, throbbing and drooling due to the heat pheromones he was putting out.

Lorkos shook his head, trying to push them back, but all he could do was squeeze his hands around their thick cocks. The tongues down below were pushing his need that much higher, but he knew that it wouldn't be enough. The curse kept him from cumming unless he was being bred.

And they wanted to breed. They really, really, really wanted to breed.

So...when they finally pushed him over, he didn't fight it. He couldn't fight it. Not anymore.

The End