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When we left the clearing, after Arh transformed back to his natural form, there was a potency in the air as we sailed through it that left our skin tingling.

The stars above were also glimmering in a way that felt more intense than before. Their light adding to the aether that seemed to stand in defiance of the darkness that encroached after the sun had slipped past the horizon. The remaining wisps of light stood fast, refusing to give over to the inky depths, and painted a deep purple gradient across the sky as they waged a futile war against the changing of the day. A war that would inevitably end in their tragedy… at least until the sun rose the next day to reclaim the sky and begin the cycle anew.

And as if to conspire with the stars dancing in the velvet cloak above us, below the dryads seemed to be in a more lively state. Surely excited for what was to happen tonight as much as the two of us were. Their serene, undulating voices as they sang together rarely veered out of synchronicity, and evoked a resonance in the air that thrummed against our bodies that matched the tingling just beneath our skin.

Arh, as much as he had exhausted himself earlier, seemed to have an energy welling up from deep inside. He didn't dally much in the air, or lazily swoop back and forth as he did on our journey to the palace. Instead he flew in a somewhat direct path back to that place where we would begin the joining ritual, and the process that would transform me into a dragon. But for a dragon that was spent from our activities, he seemed to possess a deeper strength that resisted any exhaustion he could have been carrying inside.

Everything felt more vibrant. The stars, the sunset, even the dryads. And as he approached the entrance to the cave, it felt as if everything in this world was trying to tell the two of us that this was to be our night; the night that cemented our relationship not just as lovers, but as something more.

As dragons.

As keo'vah.

It was a night that held so much potential, and promise… so why did I feel like I was being pulled down into the earth from this knot of dread building inside of me?

“You are quieter than usual, keo'vah." Arh said as the flames of the fire he lit with his breath leapt up around the logs.

“Hmm? Oh, it's nothing." I said, clearly lying.

“A nothing that is claiming your attention." He gestured for me to sit with him. “Is this because you know why I sought you out?"

“I…" Startled by his ability to discern what I had thought I was hiding, I sighed and slumped down next to him. “I know I asked about it. I just… It's…"

While I was having a hard time trying to figure out how to say it, Arh read it on my face as if I was a book. “You were not prepared for such a tale."

I nodded.

“If it will help ease your mind, it is not something I choose to give much thought. I would much rather have left that moment well in the past." He said.

“Is that the best way?" I retorted, then flinched inwardly at the realization that this was something my psychiatrist had said to me more than enough times for me to mistake it as my own thought.

“I have not had a reason to dredge it back up." Arh said, bringing his head closer with a smile. “That being said, had I not endured those years of darkness, I most likely would not have been set on the path to meet you."

As much as I understood why he looked at me with hope like that, it didn't do much to ease my mind. Hearing him say it, and like that, made me feel like I was being tasked with the responsibility of being more than just his lover. It was a rather selfish thought, but I wasn't sure I was capable of handling that kind of onus.

He sighed when he saw my expression. “Does it bother you to know that I carry this darkness inside of me?" he asked, breaking the silence that descended.

“I guess not. Everyone has problems." I added meekly. And it was true with me as well. I had issues that I carried as well. But rather than say what they were, I felt I shouldn't. I was paralyzed by the fear of turning his pain into my own.

It was an irrational thought, of course. But emotions are not typically known for being borne from a place of rationality.

“Little one. I understand that this must be a big adjustment for you. To come to another world, to abandon your old life and find a new one in this land… with me by your side… so I cannot expect you to be unburdened by the enormity of such an event."

I looked to him again, trying to find a way to say something, anything to give him some assurance that I was capable of handling this… but nothing came. I had been focusing most of my attention on the here and now, but when he mentioned the past, the weight of my choice grew heavier on my shoulders as well as the belief that I was somehow his salvation.

Still, he continued. “To me this means that part of my responsibility as keo-vah is to ensure that you feel free to say what needs to be said. So, please do not ever forget that I shall be here for you." He moved his head closer and brushed against my cheek with the tip of his muzzle. “I may not be the most intelligent, or capable dragon in these lands. But I know I can provide comfort, and a willing ear."

I wanted to. I wanted to tell him what my life was like. To feel like an alien in my own skin, and to have people in my life that didn't seem eager to show me any sympathy. Still, as much as I wanted talk, to say anything at all, I stood there like an idiot with a face projecting indifference… as if my flesh were made of stone. A habit I couldn't shake, but a habit I was forced to adopt long ago as a matter of survival.

“If you are not yet ready for the joining ritual, we can wait." He whispered as his smile softened. He seemed to want this more than I did, but for a different reason. A reason that added to the maelstrom causing havoc in my mind.

“I think I'm ready." I said, unconvincingly. I knew I wanted it. I've wanted to have this for longer than I knew dragons were real. And when I was in the right body, maybe I would be stronger and more confident. More capable of being able to sort through all of this mess inside me after I no longer felt like a stranger in the body I was born to. But rather than giving him the opportunity to question my sincerity, I added “Though I don't think I'll be able to orgasm."

“That is not a concern." He smiled then turned toward the nest. “Though if the magic needs either of us to reach our zenith, I believe it will make that possible."

I stood at the edge of our nest. The way he looked as he lay in it, dwarfing me where I stood, gave him a majestic appearance. He soon shifted in his lying position to give me more space.

“Would it be easier if you could use your magic to transform? It might make taking you less of a…" looking down to his rear. “… a challenge."

“I will be unable to use my magic while we are joined." He said. “Is my phallus that intimidating?"

I may as well be honest. Even though I learned that magic was real, and as much as I was assured that the magic would facilitate it, the skeptic in me was making one last attempt to scare me into believing that his cock would kill me.

“If you are concerned the magic will fail to take hold, then we do not need to do this just yet." Those words helped untangle the bundle of raw nerves I was, and helped alleviate some of the stress. And if the magic didn't take hold, and he was okay with it, he could always re-take his smaller form. While he was at the upper end of what I could take, at least in that form I knew I could… right to the hilt.

“I guess. I mean, we don't need to. Still, I am here for you, whatever body I may be in." He responded with a throaty purr. And this was, as I assumed, what the gods helped his call reach out to me for. I had entered into the bargain with him so he could be given a chance at peace. And in exchange I would be granted the chance to be reborn in a more fitting body.

Though at the time, it felt like it was an unearned reward for a duty I didn't feel ready for. “Though it still feels like we may be going a bit fast."

“That may be. However, you are showing a great deal of courage to be so willing." He patted the spot in the nest for me again and this time I climbed in with him. Even with the clothing on me I felt his warmth.

“If you are worried." He continued, bringing his head closer to mine with half-lidded eyes to brush his cheek against mine. “I will be with you every step of the way. And for the next seven days that will be true in the literal sense as well"

I chuckled. His humour did more to push back the fears better than talking had.

And then he stole another sniff of my hair. “Mmm. I will miss this however. I hope your smell changes little when you have your new body."

“I hope so too." I uttered under my breath with a warm sigh.

Now was as good a time as any to disrobe. It wouldn't be possible to even try joining with him if my clothing was an impediment.

I didn't make a show of it. I also didn't rush or hurry. All of my attention was on him, as his was on me.

The two of us had grown closer in these few short days. And while in the other world I would likely feel like I had to seduce whomever I was about to bed, with him I didn't feel like it was needed. At least not anymore.

We had already become acquainted with what our bodies looked like when nude… and in his case, that was on our first meeting… but there was a sense of relaxation between us now.

We had grown comfortable with one another.

No need for theatrics, no need for a display. Right now all of our attention was about sharing a moment of intimacy as we began our journey together.

In this brief moment as I pulled my clothing off me, the thick air that hit my bare skin felt like a jacket as it enveloped me with its warmth with each piece of clothing removed.

And standing there, in front of my dragon, naked in the late summer night and as hard as the day I gave away my virginity.

My body was responding. To him, to the moment, and to what we were about to begin.

It was as if the gods themselves were guiding us to a deeper arousal.

“Your body betrays a hunger." I blushed when he said that, a devilish grin held on his face. “Seeing you like this, I find myself resisting the urge to sate every possible means of quenching my passion with you. But for tonight, we shall go slowly."

“I'm sure we'll have more chances in the future." I said through jagged breaths as my heart hammered against my ribs.

“Do you remember the words?" He asked.

I nodded.

He shifted his body to raise his front paw up in the gesture that Gar'ohta taught. He was on his side and I stood next to him.

I felt even smaller now and my mind seemed to be committing everything to memory in anticipation of the coming changes.

I raised my own hand to match his, pressing palm to palm. When our flesh touched a tingling sensation that spread up and along my arm. This tingling turned to a warmth that suffused every part of my body, electrifying me.

He cleared his throat before beginning.

“Body, heart, once entwined." His words clung to the air, their syllables hanging on and echoing into the distance like they were calling to someone.

“Blood, mind, spirit aligned." I responded, my voice thrumming with the magic, sending ripples from the center of my chest to join up with the words previously spoken.

“Let our joining, as gods define." Together in unison we spoke as a gentle crackling sound like cellophane being rumpled coalesced in the air around our hands.

“Be one together, in trust we bind." Our palms started to glow a soft golden light. The glow spread out to form circles around our hands with the words appearing in layers in a language I did not understand, but instinctively knew that they were what we had just spoken.

“Our joined fate we both shall find." Together we spoke as the circle began to twirl and dance in the air, sending ribbons of light circling around us in all directions before coiling up our arms, and to our chests.

The energy that flowed pricked at my skin and seemed to tune my senses to a higher acuity; Shadows grew darker, the light from the fire bloomed out like a flower, and the colors of everything I saw became so vivid that I thought I had been drugged. Though his eyes were what mine were locked on to. Their golden radiance held me in a trance as our gaze remained on one another.

It was my first taste of the ancient magics that were revered by the dragons. Every cell in my body thrummed as the energy washed over us in waves as the circle of light that bound our hands pulsed; Slowly, gradually, as if the gods themselves lent their hearts to our affair.

His eyes began to glow. The effect was soft; barely noticeable. But they pulsed and sparkled like a fire was growing inside them, seeming intent to leap out and devour me in blissful immolation.

My diminutive lips pressed to his, and his to mine, as we savored each others' mouths. Every peck, nip, and teasing tongue inflaming our ardor and leaving a hot crackling sensation that left our bodies tingling.

We broke our kiss to exchange looks.

His eyes were filled with an expression I hadn't seen since the last time I had thought I found love.

There was a tenderness, but also a strength of conviction that betrayed centuries of unfulfilled yearning.

We needed to be closer. Every breath now heaving in our chests insisted that we dive toward one another with total abandon. Each breath ragged and hot, filling the cave with warm and humid air. It would have been squelching in the day, but the cool of the evening the warmth felt more like a tender embrace than a suffocating grasp.

The growing sensation in my body exploded as we launched toward one another. Me throwing my body towards him and him diving his head closer.

I was drunk from the energy coursing through us, and my only thought was that I wanted to be closer to him. My spirit, even though I hadn't believed in the concept previously, was pulled towards his like on the day we first met.

We became lost in one breathless instant in the space between heartbeats where time loses all meaning.

When the magic passed, it left us panting and holding on to one another tightly, surely to remain firm in this torrent as the crackling rush that cascaded down threatened to topple us, leaving the us bewildered and heaving as our hearts hammered in our chests, which were closer than they had ever been before.

But there was still something left. It was so soft that I would have missed it. There, between the tempo of our heartbeats; a softness, a warmth. Thrumming beneath the surface of our skin; slow, gentle, cautious, and never losing time.

“The ritual is invoked." Arh spoke, his voice serene. “Come, keo'vah. Join with me."

This was the beginning of the end for the old me, and the start of my new life.

He rolled over so his belly was exposed. I looked down to his groin to see his cock was just poking out barely past his tip. It was pulsing and beads of pre-cum dripped from it to lay down drops of their essence to glisten in the firelight as they trailed down his body.

Though it was just the tip. “Are you holding yourself in?" I asked.

“Not by choice." He said as he grinned. “It feels like I should be fully engorged… fully inflated." he twitched his penis for emphasis, it did not extend further but he squeezed out a few small pulses of fluid that filled the air with its scent. “Though this seems to be the extent at which I am able to present myself for you."

Looking back at him, we both agreed silently to let our bodies do the rest. What good would words do now that we were engaged in the ancient dance of mating? No, the time for talking had passed.

I kissed him again, holding his head close with a gentle touch along his cheek. Our lips grasping at each other, trying to hold on to one another as our tongues gingerly casted out to entice passage into our mouths as our passion, already at the surface, raced around and through us.

He reached his arm around to pull me closer. Our naked bodies pressed together, it was like being hugged for the first time after a life of neglect. I knew he was drowning in the warmth of the moment because his thrumming purr rose and crested in his chest and throat, and rumbled against my body.

He guided me to sit astride his chest, my legs dangling down to either side of me and my rigid cock pressing against his softly-scaled torso. The tingling of the energy that swam within us trailed up along my thighs as I allowed myself to melt into him.

He held me there, his paw at my back.

If this was as far as we were to go tonight, I would have been happy.

Leaning my head up, we pressed our lips together again. I had to sit upright for a bit because although his longer neck allowed him to meet face to face, my neck wasn't nearly as flexible.

But this little taste was not enough. Right now I needed all of him right now.

Every scale, every horn, every fin. All of it. All of him.

His mouth grew bolder as he dove more of his tongue around my mouth.

I responded with equal vigor and we traded tastes, his lips on mine, and our ragged, but enervated, breathing.

The way we devoured each others lips that night was like a primal hunger. We didn't just want to supp on our bodies, we needed to. There was nothing more we could do other than be as close and as intimate as a human and a dragon could be.

And with each kiss and lick I felt the scales of his lips and the textures of his mouth clearly.

We closed our eyes and let our tongues and lips do what they seemed intent on doing.

But, as the hunger in me was growing ever deeper, I wanted more than just to taste his kiss.

I slowly inched my way down to his hips, my thighs gliding against his belly, until I felt the tip of his cock wedge itself up against my cleft.

But I waited. His kiss was holding me captive and his cock offered temptation of a different sort of pleasure. A pleasure I wanted, but I didn't want to deprive myself of the rest just to sate that need.

So rather than sliding down and letting his massive tip spear me in the most basic of natural impulses, I stayed, hips raised up just enough to deny him his prize.

I knew he would have all of me by the time the night was out. There was no need to rush.

Still, I wanted to shift lower. And with the way he was gyrating his hips, hunching himself up to sample the purest delight my body could offer, I knew his yearning. Every time he pressed in, trying to open me up, I eventually found myself straddling him in a way that had I let myself relax and slump down on to him, he would have pierced me in the deepest way my body would allow.

Every time he felt my ass slide against his cock-tip, he growled softly around a hungry grin. A hunger that rang out with each undulation of our entwined bodies.

I wondered, inwardly, if I would be able to make those kinds of sounds. But in any case, nestled where I was, as perfect a fit as we seemed to be, he decided to buck his hips up more insistently.

He wanted to take what was his.

And oh did I want him to have it.

Every time he pressed close, however, his cock seemed to glide past it's entrance to smear more of his fluid along my cleft. Each time there was a gentle tingling sensation as the magic within him, enchanting his body and all it could produce, softened me. My body was growing more supple so as to be able to take him without damaging me.

Even though he wasn't aiming true, I still enjoyed it. Feeling the heat of his member as it glided along my flesh, making me wetter with every jet of his pre-cum, allowing his cock to slide unimpeded along my body, I leaned my head back between kisses.

Every burst from his cock set off tingling in my body where it landed. And with the magic in his fluid making my body more receptive, I knew that I could take him. Even at it's narrowest, right at the tip, he was as big around as a plum. And that was just the very tip of his tip.

Every time he hunched up, his muscles undulated under me, and I was helpless to do nothing but ride them as his body pressed into me. His hunching never interfering with our kissing as our bodies were locked together. Eventually he slid his paw down from my back to hold my legs against him.

As much as we could have done this all night, eventually he found the right angle. When I felt the flesh of his cock press in, I inhaled sharply. The way it felt was like his cock was made with an iron core, and it was surrounded by the softest, smoothest, and slickest flesh ever.

There was no pain, as Gar'ohta had said. But I still felt my flesh resist him. That was only for a moment, however, because when he retreated, depositing more of his fluid along my skin, my body softened up even more.

When he hunched up again, he pressed further in. And he left more of his pre-seed as he retreated to repeat the process until he was finally able to sink his arrow into me.

This was how the magic worked. The magic flowing from his body into mine through his fluids, and evoked a change. It was robbing my body of any limitations. What would have had me bleeding and in intense pain was now filling me so deeply as if our bodies were tailor-made to fit together.

Every hunch he pressed up with was one step closer to fully impaling me. The sensations made my already drunken mind, intoxicated by the magic, reel from the pleasures. I felt my anus stretching further and further as he pushed more and more inside me. With every jet of his pre-cum, my body's resistance faded ever more.

I rode his hips like that, taking more and more into me, until I felt that flare slowly pass through.

When he knew he was about to cross the threshold, and claim his prize, he hunched up harder, more insistently.

He was intent on claiming me. And even if I could have stopped him, I didn't. I wanted this. The myriad pleasures he was giving me held me in a trance that kept my mind focused on one thing.

Him.

I had surrendered myself to him and his urges. His need to invade me fully now satisfied, he chose to continue and bucked up into me repeatedly, despite his cock not being given a chance to retreat from within me.

All through this our breathing was haggard and shallow. Our hearts, beating in unison, beat faster and faster as the intensity grew within us. His lips on mine as he reached his long neck out to ensure our lips remained locked together kept exploring. It was as if he was slaking a thirst that only I could provide after centuries of drought.

He finally slipped the rest of the way in with a wet popping sensation. I inhaled, eyes wide, as my anus clamped down on instinct to trap the dragon's cock inside of me.

The moan that followed was so deep, gutteral, and sincere, that I felt I was losing my mind.

He also moaned, uncoaxed, and matching me as his body rumbled with a deep, satisfied purring sound that rumbled down and into me.

We were finally joined.

When we were finally united, we broke the kiss and I collapsed against his belly. His cock remained inside me. I wasn't sure if it was the flare that kept me trapped on him or if it was the magic, but I felt sure I wouldn't have to worry about him slipping out.

As I lay against his body like this, now that we had reached this plateau, I could feel the pulsing of his dick inside. He was still sending more and more of his pre-cum into me. He was slowly filling my guts with his fluid.

I craned my head up to look at him and he had a deliriously happy look on his face like he was as drunk on the pleasure as I was. His paws holding me close to his body, and against his groin, never let up.

When he looked back at me, he brought his head down again. I was certain we were going to kiss some more but instead of attacking my lips, he nuzzled me. The caress of his cheek against mine set off fireworks in my body. Each explosion seemed to match the slow pulsations of his member buried inside of me.

I tried pulling up my hips to sample that delightful sensation once again. To feel him pull out of me to again spear me with his phallus. But when I tried, his penis would not come out. I ground my hips against him, rubbing my fiendishly rigid cock along his belly scales, but all that that achieved was driving him slightly deeper. My anus gave no ground to allowing him to exit my body. Instead I only felt a pulling sensation as his cock refused to leave.

“The magic." Arh said with a slow and heaving breath.

I nodded.

There was no turning back now.