Craig Island: Forgiveness
This is part three to the Craig Island story series. Yes it's rough written and needs editing, it may be in the future when I have less ADD. For now, sit back and enjoy. You may wish to read the first two parts to have this make sense, but if you're just after the porn read along as you will.
The hall was silent as the eldest of the kerrick left the great hall from their meeting. It was an ancient meeting place, with large marble pillars and a heavy square table set in the center to seat the twelve who had been chosen to represent the unique propblems and situations that being a shape changer offered. Normally the council dealt with small things such as convincing the elderly kerrick to pass on their talisman to their relatives, convincing them that their death for that magic was a small price to pay to keep their kind alive. For well over a thousand years dragons had been gone from this world, the bodies the mages had stolen from them were all that remained. Sterile creatures that could not produce offspring that might allow others to become new kerrick. No. The only way was to pass it down along the family tree and their numbers had dwindled to less then fifty where hundreds once stood.
The day had started different from the rest. Matrona had arrived early to the council hall, her back stiffened and aching with the way the summer storms made her joins complain and bones creak. She was older then most, just passing her 500th year, old even for the magic that kept her kind alive long after a normal human might die. She paused at the entrance to the hall and rubbed her curved hands against the carved oak of her cane, wondering at the majesty as if it were the first time. The hall's great walls were made to look as the great sea, done in clear dark blues and greens and within it dragons cavorted. Winged forms decorated the sky scape and humans wearing ancient talismans lounged upon the shore.
Her wonderment turned to bitterness. A fine beautiful hall that represented her peoples folly and the deaths of the poor creatures that had first called this land their home. She was one of a paltry few that believed they had done a great wrong, she had believed that since the first time she had changed her skin and spread her stolen wings to the winds. Felt the way the ocean curled and twined around her body in a carress as soft as a lovers, and realized the experience she had was ripped from a being that had lived, flown, and rejoiced in life. Even if it was just a simple beast, her ancestors had taken it none the less. Now old, she had withstood the pressure of the council to name her heir, there would not be one. She didn't wish to pass on the poor beasts last scale and body to another, let it rest as it's spirit rested. It deserved to be at peace. But today that bitterness had found new hope.
She had sat quiet and somber as the journeyman Razalt had told a fantastic tale of the legend they had named Sithen. She had heard of him as a child and believed him to be nothing more then the fancy of the guilty conscience of her people. A way to point out that they had not killed every last dragon, there was still one in the world that lived and breathed. Even if that were so, what a sad existance he must have! Cast away on a barren island, without hope of another of his kind, no hope of a mate or offspring. But Razalt had woven a tail of a young studen that had been brought down by the dragon, taken to the earth and not slain as his reputation had said.
If he was to be believed, he had mated with her as he would of one of his own kind! Mated, not just recreationally, but had gotten her with offspring. That alone had made her take notice, another dragon born? Now after all this time? All her life she had known her kind were sterile, their other shapes frozen in time, unable to ovulate or come into season. Oh true enough they could practice the act, she herself had twined her body with a friend in the oceans to experience the pleasure of another form, but it would never end in offspring.
The truth was in the labored body that came to rest on the beach, mewling and crying for help and unable to talk aside from the mind. Anara was trapped in her dragon self and all reports indicated her belly was swollen with Sithen's egg through some strange copulation. If it were true, if it were real, the kerrick would clutch the first egg that had been seen since they thought they had brought down the last. Matrona's hope was rekindled, if it were true.... Her weathered hands gripped her staff, squeezing it tightly for a moment as she left the hall and walked out onto the streets.
She followed the crowds that had moved towards the shore, she needed to see this herself. It had only been a couple of days since the Anara had escaped her 'mate' but already crowds had heard about the strange happening. As she approached the edge of the street and crowd she could hear the pained whine and rumble of the young kerrick. She was surrounded by other mages as she seemed distressed, and Matrona halted as she could see the normally trim under belly and scales swelled out with something heavy. Her scales bruised with claw and bite marks that ran along her sides and shoulders while she let out another groaning sound.
Anara's form was writhing, twisting her head back and forth while the crowd watched. The old kerrick stayed well back, she didn't want to get closer, she didn't dare hope that this was true. Her eyes weren't lying to her though, as she watched the humiliated looking student crouched on the stands and started to whine and bugle short sounds, growing more agitated while her teachers tried to sooth her. One older woman at her head and a man behind her watching something. Matrona couldn't resist sliding through the crowd that talked loudly between each other, some were even taking bets!
As she limped to the edge of the crowd she paused in horrified wonder as Anara was heaving and crying out in pain and protest. Her body had started pushing and the slit that hid her sex was bulging open, glittering wetly in the light as she spread her hind legs wider. The shivers could be seen rocking through her as her form was laboring to free itself of the ferel dragons body and Matrona didn't even realize she was clenching her hands too hard around her cane. Even she, in all her age and experience, cried out and stood straight as the creamy shell was visable from the dragoness. Darker mottling running over it as the muscles were aching with contractions that demanded she birth the unplanned for egg. In a slick spill the egg finally pushed free of her reddened folds, dropping heavily to the sand to be cushioned by the heat there before the young girl let out a sound and dropped to the sand spent.
Well she should have been spent. The egg was three times the size of a watermelon normally would be, round and mottled in dark greens and creams and it stood like a beacon of hope for the old woman. Here was her proof. She wasn't even sure it would hatch, but in her aching bones she felt it would, it had too. How hard was it to care for an egg? Keep it warm, turn it often, and it would hatch a young life from it. And all it would take would be a day spent with the most notorious legend of their land, though from how the journeyman described it he was a violent and savage beast bent only on taking his pleasure from a young maiden.
With a critical eye she looked at the heaving and sobbing form of the young student, her loud humiliated protests while her head was turned towards her wing. Trying to hide beneath the short broad appendage from the crowd. Doubtless she was ashamed at what had happen for her. And though matrona felt some pity for the girl, if she had behaved with such loud sounds with Sithen, it was little wonder she had been so rough used. Perhaps he had a gentler side and if he didn't, was not a bit of pain worth this? To absolve some of her souls guilt? It had to be. It must be! Unseen she melted away from the crowd.
On a cliff, far above the city, Matrona stood alone. This cliff had once been home to the dragons, who's body she often wore. Or at least a cliff very like this one. She closed her eyes thinking of what it must have been like, when life, not death, had ruled their lives. And whispering soft apology to that long dead life she touched the magic of the talismen resting against her chest. Despite what many thought, there was no pain, only a moment of pressure that was hovering between pain and pleasure as her body grew. Thick overlapping scales ran over her body and her neck curved and lengthened. Her muzzle pushed outwards to form a wedge shaped head and rows of sharp teeth, her tongue slick and long as it flicked out from between her lips. Behind her rose a set of short broad wings, stretching out to either side of her body as a frame to her green-blue glittering self.
She never hurt in this body, her bones didn't ache and protest the heavy air surrounding her and the relief was something that almost brought tears to her eyes. The absence of pain was never truly appreciated until one had lived in pain for days upon end and as she always did she entertained the idea of just remaining as a dragon until the end of her days. Would it be so hard to curl up in one of the forgotten caves, to hunt and swim and try to shed away the humanity that was heavy with guilt? Except she had a way to shed that guilt, to offer a price to those that had suffered so.
She fell forward from the cliff and let her wings spread wide to cup the early afternoon thermal that rose up from beneath her, stretching her wings to their fullest. She wasn't meant for long flights, but at this level she could glide for hours without issue and her body revealed a lovely large female form. In the prime of life, she had a long body with a deep chest to hold larger then normal lungs. A series of spikes ran down her snout and over her head, her ears frilled and curved to the side with one showing signs of having been torn when this form had been used by it's original owner.
She played and flirted with the air around her, enjoying the way it stroked her body and tickled her sensitive under belly. Taking joy in the flight and in the moment as she started to creep ever closer to Craig Island, the daylight doing nothing to take away from it's somber rocky face. The waves rolling and crashing against the rocks heavily, spilling and darkening higher and higher as the tide swelled. Unlike the kerrick before her, she felt no fear, she felt anticipation, hope and nervousness at her own daring. Some small part of her realized she should wait for the Council, they would surely have sent her with the other females, as a group they would be able to approach and calm the great feral dragon. No. No. She realized. This was something she must do alone and her wings folded as she dropped down onto the stony expanse at the edge of one cliff and begain her search.
Matrona spent the afternoon walking the deserted island, searching the caves for scent or sight of the famed Sithen, but she found nothing but faint dragon scent and quite a few small hearty mammals that hopped about the rocks. She grew frustrated before she grew tired, had it been a ghost? The ghost of some great dragon that lingered here mourning the loss of it's kind? No. That was impossible, she had see Anara lay the heavy mottled egg, where else could it have come from but here? The dragoness snorted and finally sighed as the sun was at it's zenith and her scales were absorbing the heat coaxing her to lay and soak in the sun. Just for a while. She searched and found a flat rock just large enough for her and streatched out before sleep claimed her in surprisingly gentle arms.
She awoke who knows how much time later to wet sounds in the air and strange feelings erupting in her stomach and lower body, her eyes opening up and refocusing as she swung her head around with a rumble of protest at the wake up. Trying to puzzle out the feelings before something was inside of her! It was wet and slippery, long and curling and she lifted her hips up with a sharp hiss of surprise and twisted her head to see what she had come to find standing behind her with all the cocky grace of a large feline.
The beast was massive, his maned mohawk visable to her on the storm grey body as his head was slipped beneath her tail. His tongue had woken her up, the thick slippery thing was pushing at her vent, coaxing it to open and she could feel the way it had already parted exposing the swollen mound of her sex to him and hazy dreams she'd been having of a lover start to make sense. The wet sounds only continued as she looked over him with awed amazement, his wings were massive. Almost forty feet wide if she could guess, and they were moving and shifting against a body that was almost twice as large as her own. Muscles rippled beneath the dull grey scales, showing a finely built body the like of which any young male might be proud of.
Her attention was drawn back as the tongue pushed deeper and started to touch against her cervix, her response shocked her as she crooned out softly to him spilling her wetness from her folds spreading the hot scent of her on the air. It was spicey to her nose and she pushed back against him causing the male to suddenly jerk his head back in surprise and give a snort, making Matrona let out a muted sound of protest. The wedge shaped muzzle was gleaming with her wetness while he licked and curled his tongue around his lips and regarded her, his eyes seeming to flash colors one after another and she lowered her fore body down submissively. She didn't want him to hurt her, she didn't want him to brutalize her. She had no idea how a real dragoness would act, but she tried to appear ready for him.
Sithen's head lowered again and started to snort and snuffle around her hindquarters. He would push at one hip and then nip the scales gently, seeming to find the older female superior then the one he had had to force to accept him. Matrona flexed her wings against her sides and writhed a little when his head dipped under her raised tail again and started to force her folds open around that so slick tongue, closing her eyes so she couldn't see the draconic shaft pushing out from under him. HIs cock glistening and drooling out thin strands of pre already onto the ground. The heavy male musk spreading in the air around him, permeating the place until each breath was filled with his virility.
The pleasure was coursing through her, it had been years since she'd played this game and she was shocked at her own eagerness for him. Like a large cat she pushed her hips up and trilled out an approving noise when his tongue curled deeper and tried to suck out the slippery juices that were spilling from her body. The hot breath blasted over her hinds, spilling against her scales, pushing against her and she closed her claws against the rocks in surprised pleasure at the beasts movements. His rumbled purr could be heard before he pulled his head back away from her and licked the edges of his lips, cleaning the wetness off.
Matrona held still, her breathing had started to grow ragged, feeling the way her heart beat was pounding in her ears as she held herself still to be tended by the large creature. Even the breeze that was rushing by felt teasingly good to her body, her scales were pulsing with a feverish spike in tempature as the males slick tongue had curled and stroked and roused places inside of her that made her toes curl. Her hips raised up higher as her tail curled along side her, the massive drake rumbled towards her before the furred tuft of his chin started to slip over her haunches and rub in slow circles.
She had just enough to brace herself before his weight was pushing over her, her head whipping back to look at him with a shudder that ran along her spine when the weight started pushing down over her. Instinctively, her body locked it's legs in place beneath and braced herself, having to strain as his forelegs reached up and started to grip just in front of her hinds and the head was hovering near her vulnerable neck. She felt a momentary spike of fear as his jaws open, showing the serrated teeth before gripping the back of her neck and clenching down. Her nerves were pinched and she let out a startled cry before feeling the push and glide of something slick beneath her tail, grinding and rolling.
The dragoness started to twist slightly, trying to raise up her hindquarters for him and there was a bone thrumming rumble that went through Sithen's body a moment before she felt him prying her lips open around his girth. There was a moment of realization that this beast was larger then any of her kind before her back arched up and her lips curled, shrieking out a noise when the hardened girth drove into her. He was tapered and rapidly grew larger as he pushed into her wetness, forcing it to slick down around him and her walls immedately started to clench and spasm. She could feel ridges bumping first before a thicker softness was wedging into her and she was rocked forward under the powerful thrusts.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she gave into the grip of the teeth upon her back, the drake's breathing moist against her scales and his teeth were bruising even beneath the armored plating. He ground into her, forcing her wider and she felt the steady thick sticky pre-cum that was being pumped inwards a moment before the first knot sunk into her body and he immediately pulled back. The other kerrick were of her breed, they had spiraled shafts that were pleasing and interesting, this beast was designed like none of them and the barbs flared out to scrape along her soft inner walls making her buck and call out a protest. They tickled and almost hurt as they found sensitive places she didn't knew she had and then he shoved forward again soothing the ache with the ridged hot flesh and pushed out a clear mix of their shared wetness.
Drake and dragoness were twisted in a carnal embrace, the males body pumping harder against her smaller form trying to force himself deeper into the spreading opening of her folds. Wetness glittering on him as each time he pulled back she felt the barbs tugging inside of her making her voice out sharp cries, snarling as the pain and pleasure ran like lightening along her back. Her jaw dropped down, sliding her tongue out as she tried to get her breath as he kept plunging in and for a moment he just kept to short thrusts until he paused. Her head twisting with a sound before she felt him plunging inside of her and she almost screamed out. The thicker middle knot pushed into her, the ridges after plucking at her folds all the way until he was crammed up against her cervix.
Matrona tried to pull forward, an aborted attempt as Sithen tightened the grip on her neck and dragged her back against him and begain to thrust in truth. Long strokes that slammed his body until she felt the press of the base of his knot against her and the tip digging at the slender opening of her cervix before yanking back and flaring his barbs open. Her passage clenched down around him, the spasms were rocking through her as she tried to adjust to his cock when it kept battering. The barbs were pulling inside of her, finding the nerves that ran along her passage. Of course the males of this species didn't have barbs, but he did, and they did what they were designed to do.
She felt the scraping inside that kept making spasms run along her stomach, a burning starting and she burrowed her muzzle to the rock she was pinned against the groan out. It hurt, it was wonderful, it ached, she needed it, wanted it. Inside a body she thought was sterile, something triggered as she was forced to ovulate. Dozens of small ova were released and the scent in the air became male dragon musk and the heady tang of heat. She couldn't even realize that's what it was, all she knew was that she was growing wetter, hotter. Her juices clinging in strands around Sithens girth each time he dragged back and then slammed back into her.
The dragoness felt her cervix start to give, it was being pried open, forced wider by the moment. The tapered tip tug and ground, burrowing into her until she felt a jerk of his hips and her head tried to pull free of the teeth gripping her. He plunged into her womb, not just the tip, inches pushing in until the first knot of his shaft claimed it. It started to swell and she could feel the pressure building as the knot strained and sealed her closed before the chain reaction started. Another knot flared open in the middle of him, stretching her walls until she felt as if she couldn't take much more. Her hips were cupped up against him, his vent spread against her own and the base finally flared open.
Sithen's hips kept moving, pumping and trying to stir inside of her and she felt him snarling against her neck as each pull back made her hips pull with him before she was shoved forward again. She could feel it building in her stomach, each push was stroking her splayed walls, pulling and rubbing them. She could feel her folds bulging each time he pulled back trying to thrust and she suddenly let out a harsh call. Her walls spasming down and started to milk around him in strong rippling motions before she felt the first pulsing motion inside of her. Starting at his base and rushing upwards along the rippling and pulling motions of her slick body.
The large drake let go of her neck to bugle out a triumphant sound a moment before the first creamy wash of his seed started to pump into her exposed womb, flooding her vulnerable body as the shaft jerked and his body heaved. She was pushed forward when the hips ground up against her and felt the heat and slickness coating her inner body with a shock, jerking her head up. He was supposed to put an egg into her, not this.. But her mind was fogged with need and all she could do was push back and try to drive him deeper into her body. Already the thick goo had coated the ova that had been forced into her womb, over taking them and claiming them for the feral beast on her back.
Matrona dropped her head down several inches, breathing hard and opening her muzzle to suck in each breath as her form trembled under him. Each jerk inside of the triple knotted shaft just forced more of the rich seed into her belly, the first edge of golden relaxation starting to take hold of her. The roaring voice above her stilled to soft rumbles and prruming noises before his head dropped to nose at her neck and his weight pressed down as he started to lay fully over her. Letting her legs unlock from their held position she let him cover her completely. The pulsing slowing before something else was splattering into her, thinking he was just enjoying the last of his orgasm she didn't realize that a thick heavy gel was being plugged inwards. Clinging to her walls and coating her womb to lock his semen inside of her now fertile form.
The kerrick let her eyes close and her body rest under him, the sound of his voice soothing her body. Some part of her was confused, Anara's tail had told that he planted the egg inside of her, had forced her to carry his young. She didn't realize that already her body was well on the way to making not just a single egg but a fine clutch him. The storm drake designed to breed his lesser kin more easily then the males of her own species. There were no female storm drakes after all, the eggs that she would lay would be to all accounts like herself, but the single egg that Anara laid would birth a small male storm drake.
The sun set over the pair of dragons, the confused female still wrestling with her satisfaction and need, while the male simply felt relief. After more centuries then he could remember he had had two females, ensuring that what every child in the world knows, would come true. That the world had been missing something, something was gone that should have still been. They knew and glanced at the skies where the wild dragons should have flown, mated, love, fought.. A gift from the gods, or perhaps only a gift of the world trying to make right that which had gone so terribly wrong.