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Wyrmwood

Wyrmwood. A legendary tome spoken of among various historical texts. A vessel, created by a powerful though long since forgotten wizard, one whose spells made reptiles of all shapes and sizes shake and shiver. Be they snake or crocodile, wyrm or wyvren, there are no scaled fiends in the world who would not quake in the presence of such awe-inspiring power. Yes, even the powerful dragon – mightiest of all reptilian beings – would fall before the spells uttered in such a book.

Yes, mighty Wyrmwood. Such a noble, powerful book... though it makes a person wonder; just what lies within its pages? Just how strong, how great are its spells that it can destroy even the mighty dragon? Does such a book even exist, or is it nothing more than the nonsensical dribble of people who have been dead for centuries? And if it does exist then...

Where is it?

“Umm! M-Mister! Please! Could you be of some use to me?"

“Scram kid! I got things to do!"

“O-okay... uh... hmm... oh! Ma'am! Could you please help me, I'm looking for some--"

“Oh no no no! I am much too busy."

“Oh... alright... uh... hmmm..."

Ya'know, when they beguile you with tales of the adventurous life, they often only use the good bits. Yeah, you know. The highs, the thrilling adventures, the abundance of gold and currency, and of course, the amazing sights you'd get to see all over the world. They often forget to include the more boring, more frustrating parts of adventuring. The downtime between it all where you're stumbling about on foreign city streets, looking for aid, but all you get in a loud, fat,

“No!"

“I'm just looking for a tavern!" cried the young human man in an exasperated manner, annoyance blatant on his voice.

Haaa... be it here on the border town of Saint Vidas, or the Capital City Court of Todoh, it's all the same. Fortunately for the young wizard, he had long since learned to navigate all of this.

His name was Alfred, Alfred Shepard. He was the son of Jacob Shepard and Teresa Shepard. And all of that... is essentially worthless information, at least to the people here. Maybe it would be poignant information to those born in his home kingdom of Alektrios, but anywhere else, not so much.

He didn't stand to be the tallest, being 5'5 on a good day, nor did he look to be the most masculine, with many people still confusing him for a teenager. His hair was smooth to the touch, and also light-brown in color. Despite being short and only falling to his chin, he had one wicked cowlick that extended up. His clothing was almost always astute, wearing a somewhat formal attire that was easy to move around in, but with a cape that had quite the high collar. Thanks to its darker coloring, it gave him the appearance of a court mage or wizard, which is exactly the vibe he wanted to give off. While he may not have been the strongest magic-user in the world (or even the strongest magic-user here in Saint Vidas), he believed enough in his skills to take on more dangerous foes.

Sure did wish he had packed brighter clothing for these more dusty, hot places though. Man, he was sweating fiercely beneath all these clothes!

Once upon a time about fifteen years ago, he was beguiled as a young boy by the adventurous spirit of a traveler he happened by. This traveler told him stories of his escapades, about how he adventured to all sorts of unique areas that he had only read about in books. How he described to him the sights he saw, the people he met, and of course, the dangers he experienced. All of it entranced him at that tender young age, and from that point on, he knew he wanted to be nothing more than an adventurer.

But, damn, can adventuring be hard.

The border town of Saint Vidas... what else was there to say? The mighty walls that surrounded the State of Pelington were closest here, being so aged, dusty, and brown. The same could be said for the entire town really, with its sandy roads and stone buildings, many of which had cracks and holes forming in their sides. About the only place that looked impressive would have to be the church of Saint Vidas itself, which was still immaculate despite being the oldest building here by far.

Truly, this was a place not meant for pleasantries (despite the few brothels here and there), but for business. It was one of the first towns one would visit upon entering the State of Pelington, meaning there were many merchants, mercenaries, and of course, travelers such as himself, bumping shoulders together here. He was one of many, which was probably why he didn't get as much attention as he himself would have liked.

Nevertheless, a bit more aimless wondering eventually led him to what he searched for; a tavern known as 'Cat's Tail'. Oh, thank the goddess. While he was never the type to drink any sort of alcoholic beverage, a place where he could drink some water and think would be quite the blessing right now. So he slipped inside of the bar, his eyes glancing around for the farthest, most remote and empty table he could find. Fortunately, there was one right at a window, it's surface – much like all of Saint Vidas – being rather dusty.

Alfred made his way to the table, pulling back a seat where he reached over into his satchel of things. Opening it up, he revealed the bevy of books and tomes he had within, as well as a simple dagger just in case his spells weren't enough. Fortunately, he hadn't run into anything where that was necessary.

“Hmm... let's see," muttered the wizard as he pulled out a map, one he flattened upon his table.

It showed the immediate area, being a map he brought shortly before entering the State of Pelington. Despite only owning it for a week or two at most however, he had already written dozens, if not hundreds of little notes here and there. It was clear the young man was searching for something, and his travels led him...

“Here... it has to be here!"

The Desert of Palform, the very same desert that Saint Vidas exited out to. Palform was a harsh land, so when Saint Vidas himself opened up his church here hundreds of years ago, it became a beacon of hope and life for wayward travelers. It's why Saint Vidas is the heart of the self-named town, or so the story goes.

But back to the Desert of Palform, and the location all of his notes had marked upon it. Within the desert – in a place known as the Crest – there laid a collection of ruins. Said ruins were erected in service of some long since forgotten god, one who valued knowledge and wisdom. Apparently, these ruins were once a temple, one that supposedly held hundreds of thousands of books, the likes of which have also been forgotten to time.

During his adventures through the continent, he had studied many books, and came to the conclusion that the legendary tome Wyrmwood had to be in these forgotten ruins. If he could find the temple itself that these ruins were connected to, and then enter said temple, then maybe he could find Wyrmwood.

That was his goal in all of this.

“Ah. The Crest," a woman's voice suddenly said from over Alfred's shoulder, and a rather sultry voice at that, “Legends say that the god of wisdom – Ipsum – used to call The Crest his home, and that he lived in a grand temple there."

“H-huh?"

Slowly Alfred turned his head, his eyes falling on a human woman. She stood taller than him however, being a mature, voluptuous person, with piercing yellow eyes, sharper ears like an elf (although he wasn't sure if she was an elf), and – above all – such blazing red hair. She wore matching red robes as well, with golden jewelry adorning her hands and wrists. It matched with the opulent, golden choker around her neck, one with a blue diamond tying it all together.

She was bewitching with her beauty, easily able to turn the heads of everyone around when she walked by. Naturally, Alfred swallowed his spit and bent his head down, though he continued gazing upon her alluring face with his suddenly demure eyes.

“Wh... who are you?" Alfred asked while the woman placed one hand on her hip as her other hand twisted some of her hair around her finger.

“Pardon my intrusion," she replied, her alluring voice being like that of an inescapable magnet, “I looked over your shoulder and read all the notes on your map. You're heading in the direction of the Crest, are you not?"

“Uh... y-yeah," he answered whilst nodding shyly, “I'm looking for the temple you spoke of... the on in service to Ipsum."

“Now why would a cute young boy like you be searching for such a desolate place?" the woman asked, her tone being rather belittling.

“H-hey! I'm not young! I turned nineteen three weeks ago!" Alfred replied in an insulted manner, though that just caused the woman to give a hardy laugh.

“Ohohohohoho! My apologies! Now then, why would a young man like you be searching for such a desolate place?"

“Well... I'm looking for something," Alfred replied as he calmed down, “I've been studying many books as of late, and I've come to the conclusion that a legendary tome lays within those ruins. If I can make my way there and enter the temple beneath... then maybe I can find this tome."

“Aaahh... so you're one of those people," said the woman, much to Alfred's confusion.

“Th-those people?" he repeated, eyebrow raised, “What do you mean?"

“Ohohohohohoho! Nothing, darling, nothing," replied the vivacious woman, her hand brought up so that her chin could rest on the back of it, “Tell me... are you a traveler? Adventurer, they call themselves?" she then cocked her head, “Hnm... but you don't look to be the most physically capable. Ah! I can smell it off of you; the radiating energy of mana. You're a wizard, no?"

“Uh... y-yeah, I am," said Alfred as he nodded, before fixing his slightly skewed glasses on his face, “I'm a wizard. I studied the arts at the academy in Cotha."

“Aaaahh... amazzzzziing..." said the woman, much to Alfred's further confusion.

“I... I'm sorry... is something wrong?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“No, darling, noooo," said the woman who suddenly placed her hand right on the map, much to his surprise, “If I may, Mr...?"

“Mr...? Mr.? Oh! Shepard! Shepard! Alfred Shepard!" he said, scrambling to voice himself as the woman leaned in closer.

Her face got rather close to his, allowing him to see just how alluring she was. Those glowing yellow eyes, the flowing red hair, her smirking red lips... which somehow just drew him back to her eyes. How they glowed, shined... appeared even slit like for a few seconds.

What?

“Don't go to the Crest, Mr. Shepard," said the woman, taking Alfred aback.

“What? Why?"

“Haven't you heard of the legends?" the woman then asked, to which Alfred merely shook his head, “Aaaah... delightful... ohoho! Legends say that the reason why the Temple of Ipsum was lost, was that thousands of years ago, a powerful red dragon appeared, destroying the temple and reducing the land around it to nothing more than ash! And as that temple crumbled and broke down, the dragon descended into it, making the crumbling building its new home. Due to its awesome power – its skill both physical and magical – no warrior was brave enough to try and slay the beast. And that – to this very day – the red dragon continues to call the destroyed Temple of Ipsumo its home. Occasionally – in the cover of Palform's wicked sandstorms – it will emerge from the temple, slaying any manner of travelers unfortunate enough to come across it, where it will take their gold and other such belongings back into its temple."

“Aaah... um... r-really?" Alfred replied, a noticeable shiver running through him from this woman's words, “Ah... but... do you believe in this story?"

“Hm... hmm... hmmm...!" she then pulled back, her head turning, “Ohohohohohohohohoho!"

That's... not an answer! But even as Alfred reached out for the woman, she just turned and walked away, filling the air with her laughter. He pulled back a bit, confused by the woman... though his eyes couldn't help but to wonder. Sliding down that slender back, landing on her rather ample posterior as her hips swayed left and right.

Swayed... haaa... boy... oh my! He was staring! That was rude!

Pulling back, he looked down towards the map before him, his eyes focused on the Crest. In his throat, a sizable lump had even formed, one he was forced to swallow down. For some reason, that woman's words lingered in his mind. Yeah, that's to be expected, right?

Don't go to the Crest... but... he's an adventurer! Being told not to go somewhere only makes him want to go there more, right?

Right?

Well, regardless of the woman's words, he had his mind focused on gaining entrance to the Temple of Ipsum... if its there, that is. And, hey, even if he didn't find Wyrmwood itself, it would make for one hell of a story. So his mind was set; come tomorrow morning, he'd make way for the Temple of Ipsum.

“Uhh... umm... w-where is my cup of water at?"

…

Palform Desert... what is there to say that hasn't been said about it before? It's big and expansive. Very brown, very flat. The wind is ruthless, feeling like it cuts into your flesh. The heat index is intense, thanks to the sun being so damn relentless. The water in your mouth almost instantly dries up, and if you do pay close attention to your surroundings, you may get lost, never to be seen again.

So... yeah... it's your typical desert. No different from Gritar, or Guarude, or whatever...

“Screeeooooonch!"

Wind blew along Alfred face as he road through the desert fields, his noble steed scurrying beneath his legs. Well... not exactly. Normally, when one speaks of a 'noble steed', they speak of a horse or something even close to that. Instead what he rode upon was a creature known as a reptoid. What's a reptoid? Why, they are a reptilian race that are as large as a horse and run on all fours. Their scales come in a variety of colors as well, though the one he road upon currently was a bright red. It scurried through the desert sands at great speeds, its chest hunkered close to the ground, its mouth opened as it made a variety of guttural noises.

So... yeah... a fair bit different from riding a typical horse, huh?

But controlling such a beast was easy for Alfred, despite how he may look. He was the son of a scholar and a rancher, and while he may take more after his father considering his mannerisms, he had gained enough technical know-how from his mother to operate around beasts and other such animals.

So he held strong upon the reins of this reptilian creature, controlling it with ease along the rolling, sandy hills of Palform Desert. His cloak wavered in the wind behind him, while the wide hat he had bought in Saint Vidas gave him comfortable levels of shade. All the while, his soft brown eyes remained locked on the distance, only dropping down to check his compass every now and then.

“It should be this way..." muttered the wizard during one such moment, “Hmm... let's see..."

Over the distance, he could see the shaded figures of pillars jutting from the ground. The closer he got in fact, the more these signs of intelligent life became. Not only pillars, but small brick walls and even sand-covered walkways made themselves known right beneath his feet. Or, uh, right beneath the feet of his reptoid, that is.

Over this ridge, past these two pillars, head up towards a strange structure that looks like a rooftop, stop.

Alfred took the time to once again gaze at his surroundings, while his hands dove into his satchel. Pulling out his map, the young wizard gazed over it whilst measuring the amount of time it took him to get here.

“The temples were southwest of Saint Vidas," he said to himself in a quizzical manner, “I've been heading southwest for the past hour or two so... it should be here..." he looked at his surroundings yet again, “Yes... the hills of Forn are there... this place feels like a basin so... I'm at the Crest!"

Gleefully he bore his teeth, smiling to the sun above as if it cared for his minor victory. That glee quickly turned into staunch dread however, for he realized that he had a new problem. A new, yet simple one.

“Oh... oh my... what do I do now?" said the wizard, flummoxed by his ordeal.

While he had arrived at the Crest – the area where he was sure the Temple of Ipsum was – that didn't mean he had actually found a way inside the temple quite yet. If it was submerged in dirt and sand (like he feared), then getting inside may prove to be difficult... but not impossible.

“Haaa... think, Alfred, think," he said to himself as he got off of his rented reptoid's back, “You didn't come all this way just to give up, did you?"

Reaching into his satchel yet again, Alfred pulled out of all things a book. In fact, his satchel contained a variety of books; tomes from which he used to draw his magical abilities. He pulled one such tome out, one that had a smooth, green surface to it. Holding the magical book in his arms, he pulled it open to one specific page, before giving it a few glances over.

It is said that the mightiest wizards need not tomes to summon their magical abilities. That all they need is a strong well of mana within, the recognition of the steps and words by heart. Alfred however, had not yet managed such a level of magical ability, meaning he drew all of that from the tome within his hands. And as his magical powers built higher and higher, a torrent of wind and sound started to appear around him. It grew stronger, eventually building to a zenith, all of it centering upon his outstretched right arm and hand. Having taken aim with the overturned rooftop he saw in the distance, Alfred steeled himself up, and then shouted out from the top of his lungs,

“AEROHA!"

A wicked blast of wind then shot from his arm like a cannon, barreling towards the temple without end. The recoil from the blast was even enough to knock Alfred's hat off, whilst throwing sand every which way. The green and white wave of magical energy eventually struck its target, carving a hole into the surface of the stone rooftop, whilst tossing aged bricks and stone every which way.

Some of which even came careening back towards Alfred.

“AH!? OH NO! OH MY!"

Leaping back, some stones slammed right in front of the young wizard, nearly bludgeoning him to death. Fortunately, none actually hit him, and his hat even came falling back down rather neatly upon the ground before him.

“Well now... that was unexpected," he commented to himself as he stood up and placed his hat back on his head, “Hopefully, the temple within has been left in a good enough shape to explore."

The Temple of Ipsum... all of his historical texts claimed that it was among some of the largest libraries in all the lands. Back before its mysterious destruction, it contained an innumerable amount of books within. To think that all of those books were then lost upon the temple's untimely destruction... it was enough to bring a tear to his eyes. Endless amounts of knowledge, gone mysteriously, never to be seen again.

Although... that woman's story from the previous day began to replay in his mind now that he thought about it.

“Did a red dragon really destroy this?" said Alfred to himself as he began walking towards the temple, “No... that's impossible. I would've read something about a dragon... wouldn't I?"

He didn't know the answer to that question, and ultimately, he shook it off anyway. Pushing on towards the building yet again, he focused only on entering inside and discovering the secrets that laid within. Having created a hole in the ceiling of the structure, he could see it led into a sandy pathway of some sort. Yes, a sandy pathway that lead deeper and deeper into the structure.

Almost artificially made.

Ambling his way inside, Alfred stuffed his tome into his satchel, before opening the palm of his hand. A red flame appeared within his hand soon after, illuminating his path as he pushed his way inside deeper and deeper. The sandy path he traveled upon was small, but he had traversed the caves of Tylis; a small, cramp, sandy pathway was nothing new to him!

Or so he thought...

Shssshshshshsh!

“Huh?"

SHHHHHHSHHSSSHHSH!!!

“HUH!?"

SHSSHHHSLLLUUUUCKKKK!!!

“AAAHHAAAA!?"

The ground beneath him suddenly gave way, sand sliding apart and causing him to loose his footing. He fell back, but the shifting sands acted like a slide, forcing his body to start falling down and forward. All around him, sand rushed and roared, with Alfred struggling to stop his free fall. At one point, his cloak even folded over to cover his face, making it impossible for him to even muster a spell of any sort.

“Stop it!? Ack!? Where am I--!?" FUAAAASH! “HUH!?" THUD! “Aaaaahhhhhhh...! Oooooowww..."

Well... he stopped falling, that's good, right? Unfortunately, he fell right upon his butt and back, causing quite a bit of pain to surge through his body. Cloak still covering his face, he winced and groaned in pain on the floor, before finally mustering the willpower to move his cloak from his face. When he did, his eyes grew wide in surprise.

Gold. Endless gold. And not just gold, but diamonds and jewels too. They laid all around him, stretching on for nearly as far as the eye could see. He had never seen so many riches in his life before, his voice stuck in his throat from how awed he was. The statue of a young man remained immobile too, merely taking in all he could see, as if he had fallen straight into heaven itself.

It wasn't until his hat fell on his head that Alfred finally began to move. He took a step forward, gold and coins shifting beneath his feet, almost making him trip up yet again. He merely stumbled instead, whilst pushing on to pick up some of the gold bars from off the ground. Holding it, he tried to bend it, tried to break it, checking to make sure this was real. And... yes, yes it was real. Very real.

But...

“What is this doing here?" Alfred muttered to himself in disbelief, his eyes looking around to gaze deeper upon his surroundings, “This... this is... this was supposed to be a library, right? So..." Chink! Chank! “What's all this gold doing here?"

Then it hit him; that story the mysterious woman told him the previous day. About the dragon who called this place home, and how it would often stow away its stolen goods here. Remembering that story immediately caused his blood to freeze, and Alfred even swallowed his spit in anticipation as a cold sweat broke out over his brow. Was that dragon here? Well... he didn't see anything... so...

“If there is a dragon here then... that thing'll kill me!" Alfred whispered to himself, “Ah! But if I can find Wyrmwood... then I'll be untouchable!"

He smiled as he made such a 'revelation' to himself, even though he himself knew this to be nothing more than bluster. He was in a mysterious temple, one that had been lost to time for centuries, yet had a treasure trove of golden and other priceless goods within. Oh yes, and this place was rumored to be a dragon's lair. Had it not been for his desire to find Wyrmwood, he probably would have been searching for a way out by now.

And to be honest... maybe he should be running away regardless.

Still, an adventurer knows no fear, knows no limits. They push on, seeing their missions through to the end! And his mission was simple; he'd find Wyrmwood, or die trying!

Okay... hopefully not the 'die' part.

So with his hand gripping tightly upon his satchel's strap, Alfred pushed onward into the lair of gold and diamonds. Coins and other such things shifted beneath his feet, while his soft-brown eyes couldn't help but to take in his surroundings. If there was a dragon here, that dangerous reptile had quite the fine taste. It seemed to prefer gold and... blue colored diamonds. There were very few silver objects, or jewels of other colors here. No greens, no purples, a few reds... but not a lot.

Just... gold... blue... that is all.

“What? What is this doing here...?" Alfred muttered in a curious manner.

On the floor before him – resting against a pillar of gold no less – was a knight's helm and an immaculate blade. Picking them both up – one in each hand – he overlooked the detail on the two objects rather closely. The helm was smooth, looking as if it hadn't been used once in its entire life. Its bronze surface was also so bright, it looked to be gold in certain lights. Meanwhile, the sword had a golden hilt and handle, its blade being a bright, immaculate, flawless silver. It was so pristine, Alfred could even see his own reflection in its smooth surface.

Shhsssshink!

“Huh!? What was that!?" Alfred shouted as he spun around, the blade poised to defend himself.

However, there was nothing behind him, save for the trove of gold of course. So what was that sound? Just some sand falling from the ceiling, spilling out over the treasure within. Speaking of which, how was he going to get out of this temple once he found what he was looking for? Hmm... oh well, best to keep searching for Wyrmwood; he'll figure out his escape plan later.

So he pushed on, dropping the sword and helm at his side whilst walking deeper into the treasure trove. As he did so, one of his hands dropped into his satchel, pulling out one of the many books he had inside. This book itself wasn't a tome, but historical text that detailed the existence of Wyrmwood itself; like what it look like, how big it was, and where it was last seen. And while he had the answer to the last question, he needed a quick refresher on what the tome looked like.

Ah yes; Wyrmwood. It was a blue book, one with golden borders on it and golden pages. Its lettering was written in ancient Tylis, though its said that the contents within would be written in something understandable to more modern people. For now, he focused on its outward appearance; blue and gold.

Blue and gold... this... this dragon really did have a type, didn't it?

Stuffing the historical text back into his satchel, Alfred continued on sheepishly into the treasure trove. He was clearly shaking and shivering however, fearing that all of this may lead to him being the meal of some dragon. So he tried to be slow yet thorough, moving silently through the treasure trove in search of Wyrmwood... only for all of that to be immediately tossed right through the hole he fell through when he suddenly tripped up, landing face first into coins and gold in a loud,

THUD! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!

“Aaaahahh... oooh... have mercy..." Alfred groaned as he struggled to his knees.

Just what had his clumsy feet tripped over? Looking down, he came face to face with a red blanket of some sort. A somewhat familiar red blanket at that. It laid sprawled on the floor, and in the center of it laid a tome. It was blue and had golden edges on it, for this tome was--

“Wyrmwood!!!" Alfred cried, shear joy on his face as he grabbed the book and held it up high.

Just as the historical texts said, the book was blue, had golden edges, and its title was written in ancient Tylis. Fortunately, he could read ancient Tylis, and the name on the book was exactly what he wanted it to be.

“Wyrmwood..." he whispered with glee before hugging the book close, “Aaaah... Wyrmwood! After all of these years... I've finally found you! Now, I will be the master of--"

Shhhhhhhhsshhhhhiinnnkkk!!!

“What was that?"

Stuffing Wyrmwood into his satchel, Alfred turned around to once again see nothing. However, he wasn't stupid as to think he was alone. Perhaps the first time could be blamed on falling sand, but this time, there were no nearby sand streams to create such a noise. It was just him... just him... just him...

And the silhouette of a woman that was slowly approaching him.

“Who's there!?" Alfred shouted as he prepared himself, his magical prowess appearing around his hands in the shape of purple rings.

“Ohohohohohohohoho!" that laugh... he knew that laugh! “What do we have here? An adventuring wizard boy who decided not to heed the warnings he was given?"

Looking forward, Alfred's eyes befell a woman. She stood taller than him, owning a mature, voluptuous grace, and with such piercing yellow eyes. Her ears were sharper like that of an elf's but... he wasn't sure if she was an elf. But above all of that, she had such long, blazing red hair. Said hair also fell over her body... which was completely naked.

Naturally, Alfred's eyes widened at the sight, both surprised by the appearance of this mysterious woman, and her nudity. And... wait! This was the woman from yesterday, the one he met at the bar! The one who told him about the dragon in the first place! The one who warned him not to come here!

“Hello, Mr. Shepard," said the woman, a sinister grin adorning her beautiful lips.

“It's you... the woman from the bar..." Alfred muttered with a blushing face, while she continued to approach him with her hypnotically swaying hips, “Wait! What are you doing here!? Are... are these all of your things!?"

“Ohohohohohohohoho! Yes, yes it is, Alfred," the woman replied, “I collected all of these things over my centuries of living here. I so truly do love the colors gold and blue... you mortals aren't the greatest of creatures, but you can create such lovely, lovely things!"

“Mortals...?" Alfred repeated, confused by her wording, “What do you mean by that? Wh-who are you!? What are you!?"

“Ohohoho! Don't you see it yet, Mr. Shepard?" the woman said as she walked forward, her hips still swaying, her arms extended out with him as well, “Or do you need a refresher?"

As she said so, a strange heat began to grow in the area around them, sweat starting to pour along Alfred's brow. It was like the heat of the desert but... no, not quite. The desert was arid, lacking water and moister of any kind. This heat was different; this heat was the kind of heat you'd get when sitting next to a burning fire. But, no, it was stronger than that; this was the heat one would feel when standing net to a burning building!

Alfred pulled back, coughed too, but he never faltered in his stance. Instead, he reached into his satchel, where he quickly pulled out a tome. It had a blue surface, and when he drew from its magical prowess, he called out a spell

“Watershell!"

Rings of magic appeared around Alfred's hands, which soon transformed into a bubble of sorts around the young wizard. It was blue but translucent, allowing the woman – whoever she is – to gaze at him through the barrier. Alfred mainly summoned it to fight off the heat, but also hoped it would serve as some protection against her.

Instead, all the woman did was laugh.

“Ohohohohohoho! Do you really think such paltry magic will keep me away!" she replied, her hand raising high, “Sniiiiiffff! Mmm... I smell such strong magic within you, Mr. Shepard! Regardless...!" she raised her hand, her open palm pointed towards him, “It will not be enough to stop me! HAH!!!"

Suddenly, a wave of golden-red energy shot out from the woman's open palm, blasting Alfred away with a savage push. His shell was instantly shattered, water falling all over the place, while he was tossed a few yards away. His body eventually came crashing down into a pile of gold, which did a good enough job to break his fall. Nevertheless, he grunted and groaned upon the ground, eventually sliding over upon his back as he propped himself up with his elbows.

Gazing towards the woman, he watched as she suddenly dashed in front of him with an ghost-like grace, hovering and sliding forward above the ground. She came to a halt almost immediately in front of him, the young wizard unable to even speak as he merely gazed at the woman in awe.

From this angle and where he laid, he gained an unbridled view of the redhead before him. She had this dominating, overpowering aura to him, and not just the magical kind. Like an aristocrat, a queen, nay, an empress. Those sharp, reptilian eyes of hers pierced through his very being, while her alluring, mature, graceful body, drew his eyes in. The curves of her hips, her thin waist, buxom breasts whose nipples were barely covered by her red hair, and such pristine, perfect skin, that had no blemish, no scarring, no nothing.

Flawless... perfection... beauty... arousing.

“Oh my..." Alfred muttered. Almost immediately, she seemed to notice what he was saying 'oh my' over.

Quickly the young wizard closed in with his legs, but the woman's foot stopped them. Her naked food was now just a few centimeters shy from touching his crotch, where a rather... let's say familiar shape was beginning to form in his trousers.

Damn these tight pants...

“Mm... mhm...! Ohohohohohohohohohohoho!" the woman laughed, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and echoing into Alfred's ears.

“H-hey! Stop laughing!" he replied as an embarrassed blush appeared on his face.

“You pathetic human man! Even here – with death staring you in the eye – you get aroused?" the woman snickered, her lips in a grin and her eyes once again baring down upon him, “What? Did my beauty trigger such a response in you?" she then laid her hands on her sides, brushing them down in a sensual display, “I bet... all kinds of naughty thoughts are filling your mind right now..."

No... not really. He was still rather on edge considering the situation, even if a part of him was aroused by her beauty. That being said...

“Hyaaaaaahhnn~!"

The moan she gave certainly put certain thoughts into his mind. Thoughts of... bodies pressing into bodies. His body and her body. But, no! He forced such thoughts out of his mind before they could become too overpowering! She was distracted; now was his time to strike! Considering her prowess with magic and how the heat index got bigger, perhaps a blast of water at her would do the trick! So summoning his magical might from within, and drawing some mana from his tomes as well, he quickly pointed his hand forward and shouted out,

“AQUA-HA!!!"

Once more, rings formed around his wrists, followed by a blast of water which shot from his open palm. Alfred launched a couple gallons of ice-cold water right upon the woman, hoping the force alone would be enough to push her back.

It didn't. In fact, by the time his water petered out, the wizard realized he had done absolutely nothing to her. The redheaded woman was still standing before him, still grinning, still trapping him with her powerful presence.

But, no, wait, that's not exactly true; he had done something to her. Now, her entire body was wet, as if she had just got done bathing. It served to highlight her already erotic features, with her flesh glowing in the ambient lightning of the gold-laden temple. Alfred's mouth grew wide and slack from the face, while that 'familiar shape' in his pants started to get even harder.

“Uh... oh my..." he whispered, his eyes wide as he took in her every detail.

“Hmmmm... oh yessssss," said the woman with a nod of her head, “I think... I think first I'll play with you. And then? Then we'll see what happens!"

“P-play with me? What do you mean by that?" Alfred replied, a shiver running through him despite the heat in the area.

“Oh... don't play dumb with me," the woman replied as she raised her finger, only to hook it, “You know exactly what I mean!"

Shling! Shling!

“Huh!? What!?"

Suddenly, red-hot rings appeared around Alfred's wrists and ankles, binding and holding him in place. He tugged on these rings, but they were like chains, even making a 'Ching! Ching!' noise, despite not being connected to anything. Or maybe that was the sound of gold beneath his body... regardless, Alfred was bound, and the woman's magical might was clearly greater than his!

He gawked in realization, before bringing his eyes up to the woman who casually twirled hair around her dainty finger. With a hand on her hip and her body still glowing from his water, her domineering and overbearing presence seemed to be even greater than before!

“Ohohohohohoho! And now! The fun begins!"

“No, wait, please, I-- AH!?"

Alfred's voice got stuck in his throat... because the woman's foot was suddenly pressing up against his crotch. The growing arousal with his pants reacted pleasantly, twitching almost immediately as her slender and dainty food, stroked and rubbed against the visible lump. The young wizard attempted to speak out against her, but this was a type of touch he had never experienced before.

“Haaahhheeeeaaaah... p-please, stop," he whimpered, a heavy panting noise echoing from his mouth, “I...! I...! Nnnghhh! A-at least, t-tell me your name?"

The woman stopped, but her sharp yellow eyes slid into such arousing squints. Those lips of hers turned into a devilish smirk as well, and Alfred could sense the desire to give another one of her boisterous laughs. But she didn't do it, not this time. Instead she nodded, while her foot moved up towards the belt of his pants.

“Marzia..." she replied, her voice oozing sensuality as she undid the buckle of his belt.

Alfred struggled against his binds once again, but all that did was send a rattling through the area. All the while, the redheaded woman – Marzia – continued her sensual movements, now unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. The wizard's eyes grew wide as she continued her domination, but there wasn't much he could do other than relent. Struggle, struggle, struggle with all his might, but all that did was serve to turn Marzia and even himself on more!

Eventually, his pants grew loose and he felt that arousal of his perking up. Marzia pushed down on his crotch, causing his erect manhood to stand tall through the slit in his underwear, and his now open fly.

“Oh myyyyyyyy..." Marzia commented as she even bit upon her bottom lip.

Alfred's cock was... nice, to put it bluntly. It wasn't a masculine tower of thick meatiness, nor was it a small pole that could barely stimulate anyone. It was just... nice. The shape of it, the size, the girth: all of it. Marzia particularly liked the glands, which was surprisingly thick, giving the head of his cock a bit of heftiness to it.

Alfred on the other hand, could only let out a gasp as his sensitive cock met the heated air of the gold-laden chamber. Embarrassment also swelled within him, his face as red as a tomato as his penis throbbed. This was the first time he had ever exposed himself before a person before, let alone a woman! A woman as beautiful and sensual as she was... a woman who he was sure would be killing him once this was all said and done.

He needed to figure a way out of this mess!

“Ahhhaaaahhnn! E-easyyyyyy!" Alfred groaned.

“Ohohohohoho! Your moans sound so cute!" Marzia replied.

Well, he would be thinking of a way out of this mess, if she wasn't making this so hard!

Her foot began touching his cock, the sole of it rubbing against its underside. Alfred pulled his head back and groaned in response, his hands balling into fists as tension flew through him like a rocket. His penis was rock-hard and throbbing with such vitality, the veins of which standing so proud upon its sides. All the while, Marzia continued to rub his cock, stroking it up and down, from the base to the tip and back again. Her movements were slow and arduous, her foot so smooth and soft. Every rub – whether it be a stroke up or down – coaxed an involuntary groan from Alfred, as he continued to struggle against her sensual might.

“Ohohohohoho! I appreciate your resolve, Mr. Shepard!" Marzia said as she tossed up her hair with her hand, “Most men in your positions have already broken by now, falling into that pit of pleasure as they moan and groan for me!"

“M-m-'most men'?" Alfred replied, his head cocked to one side, “What? H-have you done this before?"

Suddenly Marzia pointed to the distance to the side, causing Alfred to look over as well. In the corner – covered by dust, cobwebs and age – were bones. Some bones were that of humans, others that of beastkin, but really, did it matter? Bones were bones, and it told a rather telling story of how things were going to end for him. Especially their pelvises.

They were all crushed.

“Oh no..." he whispered lowly, his soft-brown eyes wide.

“Ooooooh, don't worry, Mr. Shepard," Marzia said, drawing his attentions back to her, “All of my previous victims were begging for more even when they were knocking on deaths door. I have no doubt you will too!"

Press!

“Hrrrrnnnghhh!"

Suddenly she started pushing down harder on his cock, causing it to press against his stomach. Her big and index to trapped his cock on both sides as well, where they started to rub up and down, slowly at first, only to ramp in in speed soon after. She started pressing up harder and harder against his cock, triggering more moans and groans from him.

Her foot was flawless. The way it felt against the sensitive skin of his cock, the weight she put behind it, and of course, those movements. Every stroke, every rub, every touch, were all in service to gift him pleasure. Pleasure that only she could give him, further reminding him of who was the dominant lover at the moment.

Ya'know, if the footjob wasn't telling enough...

But Alfred's resolve was stronger than that! Virgin though he may be, and amazing as this was (and it really was), the wizard still didn't want to die down here! And since he was convinced she would kill him, he needed to regain his bearings and figure a way out of this mess!

That's when he saw it out the corner of his eye; Wyrmwood! There it was, just a few inches away from his right hand! If he could grab it, draw magic from it, and cast a spell, maybe that would be enough to turn the tables on this! It was designed specifically for the slaying of lizard beasts after all, be they dragons, wyverns, wyrms, or otherwise. He just needed to get his hands on it when she wasn't paying attention.

Which was going to be a hell of a lot harder to do than one may think.

Drawing his eyes away from Wyrmwood though his hand continued to reach for it, Alfred looked back up at Marzia. She was still standing so powerful and strong before him, her footjob having found a steady pace of moving up and down. Alfred felt every fiber of his cock tell him that it wanted to cum, that he should cum. Why hold back? Just give in to the pleasure. But doing that would only give Marzia that which she wanted; his swift defeat! He couldn't handle it!

Damn... quite the first time, eh?

“You continue to resist, Mr. Shepard... I'm impressed," said the redhead woman, with Alfred looking back with gritted teeth.

“I don't want to die!" he replied, causing a grin to appear on her lips.

“Isn't this what adventurers live for? The thrill of life and death?" Marzia retorted, her eyebrow raised, “And isn't this far, far better than meeting your death at the end of a blade? Or falling off a cliff? Or drowning? Or a powerful storm? Wouldn't you chose to live your final hours experiencing the greatest pleasures of your life?" her eyes suddenly started to glow, drowning out the natural light of the chamber they were in, “ I assure you... you've never met a woman like me..."

What the hell was that? The glow was one thing, but the bestial growl that underlined her tone was something else entirely. It caused Alfred's blood to chill in his veins, though his eyes remained locked on Marzia's gaze for longer than he expected. It wasn't until she pressed on his cock again that he finally snapped from his confused state of mind.

“Fine... so be it," said the redheaded woman as she once again tossed hair from her face, “You refuse to climax? I will make you climax. No one – male, female, or otherwise – has managed to resist me for so long!"

Honestly, Alfred himself was impressed at his own resistance. Guess the fear of death was just that strong in him, huh?

But now it seems as if the kid gloves were off, and Marzia wasn't going to entertain such defiance from him any longer. Alfred was bound, trapped, and honestly, free to be used in any way she wanted. But it was more than that. While she could easily have his way with him, she wanted him to submit first.

It's more fun that way.

So losing the queenly majesty she had when she stood above him, Marzia got down on the ground before Alfred and his cock. He brought his head up as best he could to gaze upon her face, having an unobstructed view of her as he leered down his body. Positioning her head right in front of his cock, the yellow-eyed woman gave a sinister smirk that caused his heart to quake. But before Alfred could speak a word...

Snag!

“Aaahhnn!"

She grabbed his cock.

Marzia's hands were just as soft as her feet, but her ruby nails were certainly longer and sharper. Her fingers curled around his length, stroking him off and running along his pulsating veins. The young wizard wheeled back as an involuntary moan left his lips, while she stroked his cock off with such skilled movements. Her palm rubbed along one side of his cock, her fingers curling and squeezing upon the other. Every touch was to maximize pleasure, and damn, did she do a good job of that.

She was raping him, right? Yeah, the touches were unwanted... even if he was coming around to them the longer they went on. Still, the idea of death was ever prevalent, causing him to struggle against her, no matter how good all of this felt.

But if she was raping him, then why did it feel like she was babying him? It was like she was more focused on his pleasure than her own. Did it make the situation more arousing for her? Maybe... but then his mind remembered what she said before.

I will make you climax. No one – male, female, or otherwise – has managed to resist me for so long!

She wanted him to break, to bend, to submit... and he just couldn't do that! No matter how good it may feel!

But Marzia wasn't planning on making it easy for him. Her lips suddenly started to pepper kisses upon the side of his dick, Alfred's eyes widening from the contact. Her lips were the softest things he had experienced in his life! Softer than pillows, softer than a goat's wool, softer than a velvet wizard's cape!

Now that's really soft!

Those lips continued to pepper up and down the side of his throbbing length, with Alfred melting down from it all. A quivering moan even left his lips, his body shivering from head to toe. So much pre was now oozing from the tip of his dick, streaking down it, and even catching upon Marzia's lips. And when it did, she pulled back, her tongue slithering out to catch it.

Yes... slithering out. Her tongue was like that of a reptile's, further confirming Alfred's suspensions. But before the wizard could voice his concerns, he watched as Marzia lifted her head, positioning her lips right above the head of his towering cock. Already he felt his heart stop in his chest, with Marzia's wet and hot mouth opening wide above him.

So much spit oozed from within, some if it even falling upon his erect cock. Alfred flinched, while Marzia dove right in.

“NOMPH! Mmmmffff...!"

“HYAAAAAHHHNNN!"

Damn, that was such a high-pitched moan; he honestly didn't mean to do it! But on the other hand, it wasn't like he was prepared for oral sex like this!

Marzia's mouth perfectly formed around Alfred's dick, her suckling like that of a vacuum that pulled and pulled. So much spit oozed on his length as well, while her soft lips continued to stroke the fullness of his length. She only had about a third or so of his cock inside of her, but that didn't mean she was finished yet. In fact, the redheaded woman started pushing down on his cock, with Alfred tugging fiercely upon the magical chains that bound him.

Marzia was sucking his dick, and it was amazing! Her mouth now took in more than two thirds of his dick, while her serpentine tongue wrapped around it like a coil all its own. The dirty, sensual noises of her oral sex echoed all about in the chamber as well, mixing with Alfred's moans as they got higher and higher.

Never had the wizard experienced such pleasure before; from the lips that cradled his cock, the warmth of her spit that oozed upon it, the coiling tongue that seemingly had a mind of its own, and the powerful sucking from within. Everything Marzia did was to drive him further and further into that pit of overwhelming pleasure. He could understand now why people would beg her for more, and honestly, he was nearly driven to do the same.

But he held out regardless, continued to try with all his might to not break to her whims. Marzia noticed this however, and her lips even curled into a grin despite being filled with his cock. For such a cute young man, he certainly had quite the willpower and even the stamina to match. She was impressed he was able to hold out this long, considering many sword-wielding warriors have covered her mouth with seed by now.

Nevertheless, Marzia was far, far from being out of tricks she could play on Alfred. And really, she was even holding herself back. Watching the young wizard struggle to not spill his seed was a fun game in its own right, and a part of her wanted to keep it going. Just how long could Alfred go before he finally submitted to her will? He could put a record, really.

Even if he was still doomed to lose.

“Mmmm... mmmmfffff! POP! Haaaah!"

Pulling off of Alfred's dick, Marzia left him panting on the ground and struggling to regain his senses. All the while, she pulled herself up once again, this time positioning her chest right above his cock. Raising her arms besides her chest, she took a strange position Alfred had never seen before. Her arms even squeezed around her breasts, making them seem fuller and more prominent.

Without her red hair falling in the way, the young wizard was allowed to ogle her breasts without restraint. They weren't the largest he's ever seen, but perfectly sized to her mature body and figure. The curvature of her sides and spine helped maximize the beauty she had on display, and she clearly reveled in the feeling of having his eyes on her.

But she wasn't just going to sit here all day; Marzia started moving down. Alfred was still confused by what she was doing... until he realized the fact that her breasts and his cock were in perfect sync with one another. He opened his mouth, but as was becoming a habit of the two, Alfred's voice was cut short by the stimulation Marzia suddenly gave him.

“Hyaaaaaah...! Marrrrziiiaaaaa!"

With her arms pressing upon the sides of her tits, Marzia squeezed them right around Alfred's turgid cock. On both sides he was surrounded by her warm, hot, firm, inviting tit-flesh, trapping him much like her mouth did before. Alfred had never heard of something like this before; oral sex made sense, but this? What would one call this? A titjob? Boobjob? Oh! He was rather sheltered when it came to sexual things, wasn't he? Or – more accurately – all his knowledge on sex came from rather bland textbooks.

Marzia was ruthless however, caring not for his virginity, and focusing only on the pleasure. With her yellow eyes keeping Alfred trapped in front of her, the redhead rubbed her tits along the fullness of his spit-lathered cock. His dick continued to impress, especially its newfound heat as her paizuri stroked up and down relentlessly. She could feel his dick throb like crazy, making it rather clear what was going to happen soon. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Alfred was close to cumming. Her footjob, her blowjob, and now her titjob had finally broken down the impressive defense the young wizard had.

Her beaming yellow eyes could see it on his face too. How he scrunched up his eyebrows, bit into his bottom lip, clenched in with his thighs as hard as he could; Alfred was trying to do everything to stop himself from cumming right then and there, much to Marzia's delight. He even thrusted with his body in some vain attempt to throw her off of him, but that only served to make her breasts bounce more!

“Ohohohohoho! Struggle struggle with all your might, Mr. Shepard!" Marzia taunted, “It won't help you in the end!"

“Hyaaahhn! M-maybe not! B-but... this will!"

“'This'?"

Amid all of the sexual teasing, Marzia hadn't noticed Alfred's hands reaching out for the tome so close to him. The blue one, with the golden edges and golden surface, its text written in an ancient dialogue. Alfred's middle finger had managed to touch the tome, and its magical abilities started to surge through him. This was followed by golden-blue rings that appeared around his wrists, further imbuing him with the power the book had. And even though its pages were still closed, at least one spell that laid within could be transferred to his mind.

He did not hesitate to cry it out.

“Serpentium Vena!"

The golden-blue rings Alfred summoned began to pulsate and ebb, took a slight pink color, expanded in size to the point that it was blinding, and then--!

SPLANK! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzeeeee...

“Huh... what?"

Yeah, other than the light show, it did nothing. Not a damn thing. Alfred was still bound, Marzia was still there though she had pulled away, and all he could feel was an extreme tingling in his loins.

“Wh... what?" he muttered in disbelief, wondering why Marzia hadn't been pushed away or – at the very least – why he hadn't been freed of her bonds. Had he cast out an incorrect spell? It was the first one that came to mind!

“Hmmm... mmm... mmm! Ohohohohohohohohohoho!"

“I... I don't understand," Alfred muttered, still in disbelief as he grew truly crestfallen.

“I saw you studying Wyrmwood at the bar yesterday, Mr. Shepard!" said Marzia, her serpentine tongue fluttering through her lips, “Didn't you think it was rather coincidental of you to find Wyrmwood resting out in the open? On the dress I wore yesterday no less? Ohohohohohoho! Let me guess... you were beguiled with the stories of Wyrmwood, how it could best any reptile, no matter how great! Dragons! Wyrms! All fall to the might of Wyrmwood! Ohohohohoho! All of those stories were lies, Alfred! Mere tales spun by a wizard in far, far over his head! He'd go around the country side, telling everyone of his escapades of how he slayed all manners of beasties, but when push came to shove, he revealed himself as nothing more than a con artist! His magic could barely incinerate a lowly lizard, let alone immobilize dragons! Such as..." a red aura began to form around her body, “Myself..."

She knew and he knew it, the story she told about the dragon was completely true. Only, she never revealed who the dragon was. But Alfred could already tell when she began dominating him with her superior magic. The woman before him is the dragon she spoke of. And now, she was proving it.

First, red embers began appearing around her body, specifically along her shoulders. The flesh there began to change shape and form, growing harder yet smoother... transforming into scales. Her entire body began to follow suit soon after, with her voluptuous form gaining red-hot scales from head to toe. Her fingers grew longer, her nails sharp like talons, and the same could be said for her feet and toes. Her breasts and figure remained the same however, so too her eyes, which were already such powerful, draconian eyes.

From Marzia's back however, wings began to emerge and unfold. They quickly extended out, revealing an impressive wingspan that could easily carry her into the skies if need be. From her backside too, a long, slithering tail extended out upon the ground, laying along the gold coins below. And to finish off her devious transformation, Alfred's gaze was taken to her head, where horns extended out. Sharp, ivory, and could easily skewer a fragile young man such as himself.

Alas, Marzia's transformation had ended, discarding her false human form, and replacing it with her true body. That of a crimson dragon, one who had spent centuries amassing this wealth of gold and diamonds. Her humanoid figure remained, but the face of the mature human was nowhere to be seen.

“Ohohohohohoho!" that laugh though? That was still familiar, “Now don't you see, Alfred? I will bed you for as long as I please. And don't worry; you'll die in a haven of pleasure, as all my victims have," she reached her foot forward, hovering it right above his still hard cock, “Now... get ready," and she touched it, “AH!?"

A sudden surge of energy roused from Alfred's throbbing penis, and when she touched it, it was like she touched a pole of pulsating electricity. Said electricity surged straight through Marzia's body, as if she herself had been strike by a mighty bolt of lightning.

A pleasurable bolt of lightning.

There was no way to describe it, other than pure ecstasy. Despite the fact that she only touched Alfred's cock, and with her foot no less, the dragoness felt every muscle in her body tense up. All of this pleasure ran through her, ultimately centering upon – where else – her pussy. It was already moist due to all the sensual build up, but now, it transformed into a virtual waterfall. Her clit twitched and hardened, while her hand fell down to palm it. Gently Marzia stroked her womanhood, trying to stoke the flames of her arousal... while confusion surged through her head.

Alfred too was confused. One moment he thought Marzia was going to give him another footjob, the next moment, she was the one who was screaming out in pleasure! His soft-brown eyes widened as he watched this, only to notice something faint was glowing upon his cock. It was a symbol of some sort, blue in color, shaped like a serpent. But before he could get a better view of the symbol, it suddenly vanished.

Just... what the hell was that!?

This moment where she lost control over herself was just enough time for her magical chains to disperse. Alfred himself gasped in realization, using the time and Marzia's befuddlement to quickly reach out and grab Wyrmwood. What spell did he cast? Why did Marzia nearly orgasm? And... why the hell was there this powerful tingling in his cock!?

His answers came the moment he started flipping through the pages of Wyrmwood. He saw various things, read many spells... but none of them were of the reptile destroying kind. No blasts to incinerate the scaled creatures, no spells to send them to another realm. No, the spells here were focused on something else entirely, something that boggled Alfred's mind and left his face as red as a tomato's.

The spells in this book were occupied with pleasuring reptiles. Wyrmwood wasn't a typical tome of magic, it was eromancy.

“Rrrrgghhh! No! What do you think you are doing!?" shouted Marzia as Alfred stood up, her mature grace being put aside for the time being, “Sit down and beg for my forgiveness! Or else!"

The heat index once again began to grow in the area, with Marzia's magical prowess revealing itself. Dragons are magic-users of an almost unparalleled level, but Alfred did not wilt like he did before. Now that he was freed and now that he had Wyrmwood in his hands, he knew what he needed to do to escape this.

It was time to turn the tables...

With one hand holding Wyrmwood, Alfred's other hand took aim with Marzia, taking her aback. She opened her mouth to roar at him, but this time it was her turn to be silenced, for golden-blue rings appeared around Alfred's wrists. Glaring at Marzia himself, Alfred focused all his attentions on the dragoness before casting the spell he was charging.

“Draconian Libidine!" he roared, his palm thrusting forward to send out a wave of his magical prowess.

Once more, the golden-blue rings he summoned began to ebb and pulsate, before taking a slight pink color. Soon after, they expanded in size and grew blindingly bright, followed by a noise they both recognized.

SPLANK! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzeeeee...

And just like last time, nothing happened. But Marzia was no fool; she knew now that Wyrmwood was far more dangerous than she originally gave it credit for. And while she herself was unaware of the tome's true nature as eromancy, the effects of it soon began to take over.

Marzia felt hot. And, no, not hot because she has a variable furnace within her belly, hot for a different reason. All of this heat centered on her pussy, which began to ooze her nectar at an alarming rate. Her breasts too started feeling hotter, with her nipples becoming so hard and erect. More saliva and spit began forming in her mouth as well, oozing from her jaw like she was salivating over meat. And... was that a tingling in her anus?

All at once, Marzia's every erogenous zone was activated, making her hot and bothered at the drop of a hat. The magic she was summoning before instantly vanished as well, with her hand cupping over her pussy so her fingers could stroke it. Her talon pushed along her labia, keeping the fire of her ever burning arousal at near maximum strength, while her yellow eyes locked on Alfred once again.

“You! Haaaaahn! What have you done!?" she shouted in utter disbelief of the situation she was placed in.

“You should have read this book, Marzia," Alfred replied as he approached her, “Wyrmwood can't destroy reptiles, because it wasn't created to destroy them! It was created to bed them!"

“W-what!?"

“Wyrmwood is eromancy, Marzia! Sex Magic!" he explained, “It seems as if the wizard who created this wasn't as much of a con-artist as you thought he was! Instead, he was a sexual deviant! And from the looks of it..." he blushed and looked back over to the tome in his hand, “He really had a thing for sleeping with reptiles..."

“No! That's impossible!"

“Huh... I can't believe I spent almost all of my adventuring career looking for a sex tome," Alfred himself remarked, disappointed over the true nature of Wyrmwood, “Regardless..." he then straightened himself up, though his face was still red with blush, “With the power of Wyrmwood, I will defeat you, Marzia!"

“D-defeat?" she repeated, his use of the word causing her to swallow a glob of her own spit.

“Spread your legs."

Marzia's eyes actually widened from the brazen words Alfred said. Honestly, the same could be said for Alfred himself; did he really just say that? He's never even thought of doing something ill to a woman before, let alone to actually say such dangerous words to one! Perhaps it was the reversed situation they were placed in, but now, Alfred felt far more powerful than he ever had in his entire life.

Oh my...

But on the other hand, could he even call Marzia a 'woman'? She was more monster than woman, having killed many travelers in her sick games. In a way, this was penance; retribution for the horrible things she's done in this temple.

“Marzia..." he growled, an impatient tone in his voice, “I gave you a command! I said spread your legs!"

“Urgh! You detestable human!" she shouted back, “D-do you actually think I'd listen to someone like you!"

“You don't have a choice," he replied as he raised his hand, once again aiming his palm at her as he opened Wyrmwood once again, “Take this then! Draconian Conpedibus!"

Once more, golden-blue rings appeared around Alfred's wrists, and he fired his erotic magic right at the dragoness. But this time, instead of feeling overwhelming arousal, Marzia found golden-blue rings appearing around her own wrists and ankles. Now she was the one who was restrained by magical shackles, just like what she did to Alfred before.

Marzia gasped in realization, while the human wizard hooked his finger in the air. In doing so, he pulled the chains, making Marzia fall back on her buttocks, her legs spread and her pussy exposed to him.

It was so hot, so wet, and so pink. A lovely color against the red and orange scales of her crimson body. Alfred took his time to enjoy the sight of it, while his cocked throbbed. Empowered by the magic from before, he looked down to his length, once again seeing that golden-blue symbol appear on it.

It was the same draconian symbol that laid on Wyrmwood's surface.

“No! No! You stupid human!" Marzia shouted as Alfred approached her, one hand grabbing his cock as he got on his knees before her, “Do you think this will be enough to break me! This... this only angers me more! I will rip you to shreds when I get my hands on you!"

“Will you just shut up...?" Alfred replied, once again taking a rather scathing tone that had her reclining.

He felt bad coming off as being abusive... but damn did it actually feel a bit good. He had Marzia – his attacker – chained and horny, unable to stop whatever depraved acts he had planned for her. And while he was mostly focused on his own escape, he would take this time to cut short her sinister games, once and for all!

So the head of his cock finally took aim with her folds, pressing up against it. And that one touch... that one, minor, simple touch...

It almost drove Marzia insane.

“HAAAH! HAAAAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAHHHNN!!!" she roared, her head tipped back as fire flowed from her mouth.

She nearly climaxed there... she should have climaxed, honestly. Everything in her body suddenly told her that Alfred had the greatest cock in all the world, and nothing would give her more pride as a dragon than to simply service such a thing. Damn animalistic instincts; there was no way she'd ever be subservient to a human's cock!

No matter... how amazing... it... was...

But Alfred hadn't even truly penetrated her yet; he had only rubbed the surface of her womanhood. His hands reaching over, he cupped them around Marzia's hips and ass, grabbing a hold of her. Although, one hand couldn't help but to grab her tail, giving it a pull that forced a high-pitch yip from her mouth.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

“Mmmm...!"

“HHRRRRGH! HOLY SHIT! HAAAAAHHN!!!"

Alfred pushed in slowly against Marzia's pussy, the sweltering heat of her cunt like that of a furnace. Her nectar too was near boiling hot, but it didn't actually hurt his penis in the least bit. Was this yet another boon of the legendary Wyrmwood? Blessing his cock with the defenses necessary for having sex with such molten beings?

Marzia on the other hand couldn't contain herself. The mature grace she had before was long gone, tossed out the window as she was left as nothing more than a shuddering bitch. Even though all Alfred did was penetrate her, his cock felt so glorious within her! So thick, so long, so hard, touching and bumping and grooving against all of her buttons. Marzia tried with all her might to fight off the growing feelings of lust she had inside, but it was impossible. And the moment Alfred's cock finally reached her core, it sent her into overdrive.

“SHIT SHIT! FUCK FUCK! HAAAHN! ALFRED! AAAAHHHHHNNNNN!?"

Her hands gripped hard upon the golden coins beneath her, fingers and toes curling as an orgasm unlike any other rocked through her body. Her sweltering pussy squirted and oozed so much of her sensual juices upon Alfred's cock, followed by a variable jet-storm of feminine cum. She squirted hard upon his waist, her fluids also being boiling hot, though Alfred felt no pain whatsoever.

In fact, the wizard was more surprised. All he did was penetrate Marzia, and she came instantly. The abilities of Wyrmwood may have been exaggerated in what it could do to reptiles, but its level of power certainly wasn't. While it couldn't destroy them outright, it could destroy them in a different way.

“Damn you, Alfred!" Marzia shouted, though she was shivering like mad, and drool was hanging shamelessly from her mouth, “Damn you to the lowest reaches of Hela itself!"

“You don't get to damn people, Marzia. Not after what you've done," Alfred replied as his soft-brown eyes looked deep into her yellow ones, “What was it you said before? That your previous victims were begging for more, even when they were knocking on deaths door? Well... I think it's time you started to beg!"

PAT!

“HOOGHHHHGGNNN!!!"

Biting upon her bottom lip, Marzia's head laid back while Alfred started thrusting into her in earnest. Her pussy was so wet, movement was nice and easy, allowing him to set up a good pace right from the onset. Every thrust into her sweltering cunt caused coins to bounce beneath them, as well as those succulent breasts she had on display at the very moment. Alfred was naturally attracted to them, watching her tits sway and wobble like a hypnotic dance.

How had he managed to last this long? He was the virgin here; he should have cum from the stimulation from her feet alone! And while he recognized the pleasures of a midnight hand every now and then, to say that self-pleasure and full on intercourse were different, would be an understatement.

But he managed thus far, even though all he wanted to do was fill Marzia's cunt with his seed at this very moment. The sensual pleasures of the body was a concept he only understood through the guise of a textbook, though was one he never experienced. Not until now of course, and damn, quite the first time.

Turning the tables on a dragoness with the usage of a tome. Dominating her... making her submit. And submit she will, of that, Alfred was sure!

“Haaah!" Pat! “Gaaah!" Pat! “Aaahn!" Pat! “Gggghh! D-damn you, Alfred! S-slow down!" Marzia cried, to which he merely shook his head.

“What? Is my penis too much for you?" Alfred asked, his voice holding this teasing tone to it that annoyed her.

“Damn you!" PAT! “AAAHNN!"

But she couldn't really deny him, not with how his cock was pounding into her. She's bedded human men before, and they always broke far, far before she did. And, yes, she's had her fair share of dragon lovers as well, as one may suspect. But even they were never enough to satiate her, to please her to the level she desired.

Dragons are a race who desire strength above all else. They do not willingly spread their legs for just anyone, and they certainly do not just accept the seed of just anyone either. They need strong children, and they'll only lay with those who can produce such a thing. They only lay with those who are worthy.

Alfred was a skilled wizard, a young man with amazing magical talent. But without Wyrmwood, would he have been worthy of her? Did it really even matter? In spite of all her protestations, she was a moaning, quivering bitch, unable to fight him off as she laid bound by his magic, and dominated by his cock. He may not have been worthy without Wyrmwood, but it was his magical acuity that allowed him to use the tome in the first place.

She got outwitted, outplayed... and now she was suffering for it.

“Slow down! Aaahhn! Slow down! Aaaaah! Your cock! It's breaking me!" Marzia cried, trying to at least ease Alfred's thrusting.

“Hmm... say... 'please'," he replied, much to her shock.

“What!? Say 'please'!?" she snapped back, her expression contorting into anger and frustration, “No! No! I refuse! Damn you, Alfred, you pitiful human! Damn you!"

“I said! Say! PLEASE!" he shouted back.

Suddenly – and much to Marzia's surprise and even discomfort – Alfred pulled his cock out of her pussy. It left her cunt gaping as she yearned for his dick again, even if she wouldn't admit to it. But before she could speak again, the wizard gripped her waist and pushed her over, forcing Marzia on her hands and knees. She looked down to the gold coins first, before glancing over her shoulders and wings towards Alfred as he positioned himself behind her.

His soft-brown eyes took in the sight of Marzia's back and body. Such impressive wings, such a slender back, such a long tail, and such a bountiful ass. It was beautiful, round, bubbly too; the cures of her voluptuous figure was something other women were no doubt jealous of. Alfred's hands laid upon her ass, garnering a groan from Marzia while he took his time to feel her... explore her.

Her scales were so nice and smooth, being just as flawless as her false human skin. Clearly, Marzia was a vain woman, one who took the utmost of care in her appearance and body. He stroked and kneaded her ass, before moving down to cup the underside of her luscious cheeks. That squeeze too triggered a moan from Marzia, though she growled back in retaliation.

She had toyed with so many over her years... never once had she been the toy.

“You're going to apologize for all the horrible things you've done, Marzia," Alfred said as he took aim with her pussy once again with his cock, “And your going to beg for my forgiveness! It is a traveling hero's duty to slay evil dragons... and now, your time has finally come."

“No... d-damn you, Alfred!" he started pushing his cock inside of her, “DAAAAMMMNNN YOOOOOOUUU! HAAAAAHHHNNN!!!"

His cock throbbed and pulsed within her dripping pussy, the symbol upon it glowing as well. Placing one hand upon her hip and the other hand upon the base of her tail, Alfred gripped both tightly, locking Marzia in place. She opened her mouth to shout out one more defiant bark, but a sudden thrust had that bark transform into a yip.

“EEEEP!?"

“Like I said before... APOLOGIZE!" Alfred shouted. But before Marzia could even attempt to apologize.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HHAAAAAAHHHNNNN!"

He started thrusting into her, and hard. His empowered cock slammed into her pussy like a piston, pounding, pounding, pounding, pounding, and every thrust was enough to make her body bounce forward. But she couldn't escape his grip, especially when he grabbed a hold of her tail rather roughly. She should have choked him with her tail, but her senses were practically fried at the moment. All she felt was Alfred's dick, giving her the greatest pleasure she had ever known.

Marzia's claws scraped up coins into her hands, as if that could relieve the overwhelming tension she felt in her sweltering cunt. Her whorish moans also filled the air, while her round, bubbly butt clapped against his waist. The power of his thrusting, the sounds of their bodies meeting, his cock that easily abused all of her buttons; it all mixed together to push Marzia over the edge. Try, try with all her might to fight him off, she long since realized this was a losing battle. And while her pride as a dragon kept her in denial for this long, her instincts as a dragon told her one thing.

Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit!

“APOLOGIZE!" Alfred shouted out once again, followed by a--

PAT!!!

And a...

SMACK!

To her ass for extra flavor.

Alfred was no longer pleased with just breaking her down, with just using her body for his own pleasure. No, he was giving her the same treatment she had given so many others; making her into his toy by breaking her down. She could no longer fight it off, no loner deny it. The pleasure was too good, her moans too loud, her pussy too hot and tight, her mind too far gone.

She had lost.

“I'M SORRY!" Marzia cried, her spit mixing with uncontrollable fire as she drooled all over the ground before her, “I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SOOOOWWWYYYY! FORGIVE ME! PLEAAAASSEEE!"

“Haaaah... haaaa... okay then..."

Alfred suddenly slowed up, causing Marzia to fall slack upon the ground. Her ass was still raised up however, his dick plugged deep into her hot pussy. The once mighty dragoness couldn't stop the endless drool that poured from her mouth, and her yellow eyes were rolling about within her head. For a brief moment she thought it was all over, but there was something still lingering on her mind.

Cum. Alfred's cum. He hadn't climaxed yet, had he? Was he really a virgin, or was that all lies? Or maybe Wyrmwood had gifted him an extra stamina? Regardless, there was nothing more she wanted than his seed. His nice, hot, warm spunk, filling her womb, and then some. It was thoughts she shouldn't have, but what could she do? He had won, she had lost, and no dragon could fight instincts.

“Mmmnnn...?"

A whimper left Marzia as she was laid flat against the golden objects on the floor, with Alfred laying on her back and between her wings. She knew what he was going to do next, and while she mentally may have not wanted it, her body sure as hell did. Sucking on that cock, squeezing on that cock, pulling it in deeper and deeper and deeper. The game was over, and now Alfred was poised to finish it.

So...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

His dick was unstoppable, slamming into her pussy and pushing in deeper and deeper and deeper. Marzia's face truly looked, how you say, 'fucked silly' at the moment, lacking any sort of thought. Her mouth was open, her tongue extended out from it, drool and moans left her jaw, and her yellow eyes were rolling back further and further. She couldn't stop it, and it was just coming harder and harder and harder and harder until--!

“Nnghhh!"

Alfred pushed in deep, and...

“Haaaahh!"

Then he ground his dick inside of her...

“Oooooohhhhhh!"

And when Marzia just couldn't take it anymore...

“HAAAAAHHHHNNNN!?!?"

Something so damn warm started to flow inside of her.

Alfred let out a moan of his own as he looked up, his cock spurting shot after shot of his seed into the dragoness' hungry pussy. The wizard bit his tongue, for all of the build up and heated fucking finally gave way to an orgasm unlike any other. There was so much spunk, and it was so potent as well, coating every inch of Marzia's pussy and womb. Feeling his orgasm triggered Marzia's own, with her pussy tightening like mad around the young wizard's dick. He pulled out of her abused cunt at just the right time, watching as her dirty juices mixed with his seed. And as Marzia climaxed once again, their lewd concoction of fluids spurted out from her cunt and upon the gold on the floor, staining it.

Pulling away from the ruby dragoness, Alfred fell back and sat on the ground, his eyes gazing up to the ceiling. He was panting like he had just ran a marathon, the sex having done a thorough job of tiring him. So this was what it was like, huh? It was... amazing.

Looking down towards his penis, Alfred saw that it was finally growing softer. Not only that, but the glow of the symbol from before had faded too. Did that mean Wyrmwood's powers had left him? He no longer felt empowered, and the magical chains that bound Marzia had faded. Haaah... honestly though, that was a lot of spells he cast over a short amount of time, and he still wasn't sure what Wyrmwood's eromancy did to him exactly.

But... mission accomplished... right? He found Wyrmwood – which turned out to be filled with nothing but sex magic – and he even used it to defeat a dragoness. So... that's good, right?

Then why didn't Alfred feel good? He was happy he was alive, and he was happy he stopped Marzia, but damn, he couldn't help but to feel disappointed. Wyrmwood was a tome he read about in legend, a book whose spells could defeat any reptile, no matter how great. But now he knew that the only way it could defeat said reptile, was by fucking them. Gotta say, that's a far cry from blowing them up, huh?

But speaking of Marzia... she was still alive. He may have pacified her with sex, but sooner or later, she'd be up again. And what would stop her from tricking wayward adventurers into her domain again, just to fuck them to death? Absolutely nothing! Ironically, Wyrmwood was the only thing he had on her, since her magical prowess was clearly greater than his own.

So... he should kill her, right? He had a dagger, she was half-conscious, and it wouldn't be any different from slaying a feral dragon, so... why was he hesitating? Why didn't he reach into his satchel and merely slit her throat. Huh... hmm... those men at the adventurer's guild was right; he was far too soft.

Alfred just couldn't bring himself to finish her.

…

“Heh heh... you look like you've had quite the day, little one!"

“Huh... you have no idea..."

Saint Vidas, Saint Vidas... he didn't think he'd be so happy to be back here so soon, but here we are. By now, the moon was high in the sky on this dusty, desert night, the young wizard having spent the remainder of the day riding his rented reptoid back to the border town.

So here Alfred found himself at the closest inn he could find, hoping that a good night's rest would help relax him after the day's harrowing events. Being kidnapped by a malicious assailant wasn't new to him as a traveling adventurer, but dealing with said assailant in the way he dealt with Marzia? Now that was new.

Fortunately, the inn's owner did have a room open for him, and he gave Alfred a key which the wizard thanked him for. Room number 4 on the second floor; perfect. Heading up stairs and to the room, the wizard entered inside where the exhaustion he accumulated throughout the day finally took over. Once the door closed shut behind him, he slumped his back up against it in a slightly defeated manner. But, no, his bed was right there. So he walked towards it, fell over its edge, and--

Whump!

“Hmmmmmgggghh... oooh... goddess..." Alfred muttered as he rolled over upon his back, his hands fiddling with the strap of his satchel, “I cannot believe what happened today."

Opening his satchel up, his soft-brown eyes immediately met the gold and black surface of the tome known as Wyrmwood. To think that the legendary book was filled with nothing but sex magic. How to enhance a reptile's arousal, how to dull it, how to make them climax on touch, how to bind them, how to make them extra fertile or extra virile... damn. Seriously, the wizard who wrote this book must have really, really been into sleeping with reptilian beastkin; there was no other answer for this!

Unless... they liked sleeping with feral reptiles too... uhuhuhuhuh... gross!

But, honestly, could Alfred really argue against it? Wyrmwood did save his life, and he just lost his virginity to a beautiful dragon beastkin so... what could he really say? And despite how imperfect his first time was, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

All that power he had over Marzia's body, and all the moans she gave. For a moment there, he was dangerously close to becoming just as wild as she was.

But now that he was back in civilization, all Alfred felt was disgust towards Wyrmwood. He loved magic of all kinds, but there was something particularly disturbing and depraved about sex magic in his eyes. It's all okay to use it on a willing partner, but let's face it, a majority of eromancy seems to be rather... non-consensual, to be honest.

So he placed Wyrmood back into his satchel, then further moved it aside. The day's events had done a good job to thoroughly exhaust him, from riding his reptoid out to the temple, getting inside, fucking Marzia, escaping the temple, and riding his reptoid back. Not to mention all the spells he cast throughout, which certainly didn't make things easier.

But, hey, at least it was over. He could go off to the land of milk and cookies, and then – come morning time – he'll figure out what next to do with his life. His previous plans of being known as 'Alfred, the Draco-Slayer', would have to be stowed away for the time being. With Wyrmwood, he'd be less known for that, and would probably be known as 'Alfred, the Draco-Fucker'. Yeah, doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?

The high-hanging moon leered at him through the window of his rented room, illuminating the darkness within. Alfred thought about closing the blinds so fully bask himself in darkness, but he was far too tired to take off his clothes, let alone to get up and close some blinds. So the cool night air would just be his friend tonight, as well as the bright glow of the silver moon. Instead he grabbed his blankets and started pulling them up, his eyes closing shut.

And a shadow passed by his window.

“Hm?"

Alfred's eyes reopened thanks to the passing shadows, wondering just what that was. But he saw nothing, for there was nothing there; just the glowing silver moon. So... why did he feel a bit unsettled? Like... he was being watched?

And... why was it getting hotter in here?

“Oh? Oh goddess... oh no..." he muttered as he turned to face the corner of the room, where there were yellow eyes gazing back at him.

Before he could say another word, the yellow eyes darted for him, a variable red blur of speed. One moment he was alone on the bed, the next moment, he was being pinned beneath the body of a human woman. A human woman with long red hair, reptilian yellow eyes, and the wings and tail of a dragon extending from her back and behind respectably.

“How cruel of you, Alfred," Marzia said, her face frenetic as she trapped the young wizard beneath her body, “You dominate me... overwhelm me... overpower me... and then you just leave without another word? I wake up in my chambers all alone? What have I done to displease?"

“Marzia, I spared you," he replied, trying to correct the situation, “I tried to leave you there alone. Wh-what do you want? Why did you follow me here!?"

“Ooooh... poor foolish Alfred... don't you know any better?" Marzia said, a wry grin on her lips, “Dragons bond and mate for life. And you? You're the first and only person who has ever made me feel lesser, who has ever made me submit during sex."

“Wh-what? For life...?" Alfred muttered in reply, some sweat forming at his brow, “But I didn't... it was all Wyrmwood..."

“It doesn't matter," she replied, her head shaking, “Regardless of the magic you used to do so, you did it... I can't just turn it off... besides..." she raised her leg, revealing her nude womanhood, “With how much of your virile seed you poured into me, I'm sure I'll be laying eggs before the year is over."

“Oh... oh no..."

“Oh yes! Daaaadddyyy," she replied in a cooing manner, her hands stroking along his chest, “Together... you and I... nothing will be able to stop us! Now then!" she pulled back, “Pucker up, darling!"

And her head dove in.

“MMMFFF!?"

Marzia suddenly forced Alfred into a kiss, one he struggled to keep up with. Her serpentine tongue really could do a number on his human one, but she didn't seem to care. She just kissed him, more and more, harder and harder, with the young wizard struggling to keep up.

She did feel nice though... all nice and warm... smelled nice too. Aahh...

So this was to be his fate, huh? Trapped by Marzia, whom he accidentally set off the way he did? Well... he could imagine worse things in life, couldn't you? Regardless, one thing was clear...

Wyrmwood was going to be used a hell of a lot more often going forward.