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One of the last things to go through the mind of James Allister, other than the shrapnel, was whether or not he'd be missed. The next thing was “Son of a bitch," but that wouldn't matter soon. Or so he thought.

Before we get to that, the important thing to ask is “how'd we get to some poor bastard's unfortunate demise". To answer that, we'll have to start early.

James Michel Allister was an orphan, who bounced from foster home to foster home. For the first 15 years of his life he was a difficult child, always getting in trouble with his “parents" of the time and whatever teacher was unfortunate enough to have him in their class. Then he had a warning from the local police after a particularly bad incident involving a lighter and a microwave. After this reminder that he was still subject to the laws he turned things around as best he could.

He managed to pass high school a few years later with above average grades, and while he didn't have the money or scholarships for a full college, he was able to get into a community college. He was taking classes part time during weekdays. The rest of the week he worked as a waiter at a local diner, and he made a bit of extra money on the side helping out with a friend that built gaming computers for people. He thought things were going good all things considered.

The problem came with his apartment. It was cramped at best, and the landlord wasn't too keen on fixing things quickly. When the water heater started acting up, James decided to save a bit of money and fix it himself. Sadly for him, the problem was a bad one, and he didn't know enough about how it worked to realize the pressure was way higher than it should have been. As he learned in those last few moments, water heater explosions are terrifying. And had fate been a little less kind, that would have been his last lesson in life.

Chapter 1: First Steps in the Unfamiliar.

James opened his eyes, trying to remember what happened. The headache he had was worse than his one experience with a hangover by a mile, and for some reason he tasted salt. As his eyes finally adjusted, he questioned whether he'd woken up at all, or if this was some kind of fever dream. He was in a spacious cave, with a sizable portion of the ground being some sort of white stone that he thought might have been the source of the taste.

From there things got weirder. Three people were standing near the mouth of the cave, and even the largest of them was small from his perspective. All three wore cloaks that hid their features, but even still one of them was a woman that had cat ears and a tail, one had horns, and one was half the size of the other two. All of them had their hands raised, and James watched as, from their feet, glowing lines burned through the white rock beneath him, forming an intricate circle.

The middle one walked to the edge of the circle and, in a deep, echoing voice, said, “Oh, great infernal one, dragon of the mire, the poison of the divine, heed now our call for your power to be unleashed upon these fools that would defy you. Bring the city of Brightstone to its knees, and deliver us a boon for bringing you your vengeance"

James went to look to see who they were talking to, before realizing a number of very wrong things. His neck wasn't supposed to be able to turn that mich. His head felt further from his body than it should. He felt muscles in his back and near his butt that shouldn't exist, and his limbs felt out of proportion. His senses were picking up on more than they should. Worst of all were the memories of the explosion he thought had happened only moments ago. Faced with this unceasing barrage of strange nerves, memories, and stronger senses, what could he do, but lose consciousness.

The next time he woke, he didn't immediately open his eyes, but instead just listened. He could hear fain arguing in the distance.

“What the fuck did you do Warren," said a distinctly female voice he hadn't heard yet.

“I've got no idea, did you get the spell wrong or something," This voice sounded like the one who had spoken, the horned one.

“Of course I didn't, I know what I'm doing"

“Maybe the guy we nabbed the book off wasn't as good as we thought" A third voice. James barely opened an eye to see that this speaker was the dwarf.

The girl rolled her eyes and started gesturing dramatically as she said, “Oh yeah, the famed archmage escorted by fucking knights has a shit spellbook engraved in gold. What's next, ya gonna suggest the dragon is just some fucking dumbass we pulled from the depths of hell?"

By this point James was trying to focus on what he was. They kept referring to what he assumed to be him, and they kept calling him a dragon. He quickly learned he had a tail, and wings. He also took a guess based on the length of his legs he was quadrupedal. He would also guess based on size he was about twice the size of a large horse. By this point his movements had been noticed by the three.

The horned one started walking over towards him and said, “So great one, what say you to our contract, sealed in salt by magic?" At this point James realized he was in a salt cave, and when he tried to step forward, the circle on the ground flashed and the air itself felt like a wall.

James instinctively let out a deep growl, and asked, in a deep voice very different from his own, “What the fuck is going on here?"

The horned one, James thought his name was Warren, quickly replied, “We have summoned you and we offer you vengeance against the city that once wronged you, and we would ask for a boon."

James let out a sigh and said, “I don't know who you are, or what you want, or where I am, or what is happening. All I want is an explanation."

Warren looked surprised by this, and as he turned the woman said, “So you did do the spell wrong you fucking moron. I knew we should have let Dimitri do this. Just unsummon whatever mistake you've made here and let's let someone more competent handle this."

James quickly realized that whatever was happening was quickly going to become a problem, and as a spur of the moment decision, he decided to see if dragons really could breathe fire. Acting on instinct, he began to breathe in, before exhaling a thick green smoke. He didn't even get to see what it was he breathed, as the smoke also couldn't leave the circle. When the smoke finally cleared James saw that the three had walked up, and the dwarf and the woman were starting to engrave an outer layer to the circle he was in.

“Any chance of you explaining anything?" James asked, trying to buy time if nothing else.

The woman turned and said, “The only thing there is to say is you are not who you were supposed to be, so you're being sent back to wherever you came from."

With that James sighed and resigned himself to whatever it was they were doing. After a few minutes they had completed the outer layer of engraving, and they looked like they were about to start doing something. This was the point when James heard a faint noise he could barely make out, followed by a faint whistling. The dwarf turned, looking like he was about to say something before a glowing green arrow hit him in the chest. Before either of the other two could react a massive number of thorny vines sprouted from both the arrow and the dwarf, snaring the other two and bringing them into the twisting ball of vines.

James watched as a woman wearing what looked like leather armor walked up holding a massive longbow. She casually fired arrows into the other two, barely even looking at what she fired at. Behind her an elderly man wearing an ornate robe looked at everything that had happened.

The elderly fellow looked up at James and whistled, saying, “I can't believe they actually managed to summon one of them. I guess this could have been as bad as you said."

The woman with the bow replied, without even looking back to the old man, “They may not have been all that skilled, but they still had your book. If they could manage to actually replicate one of the spells they could do a lot of damage."

“I don't suppose either of you are going to explain anything," James said, hopefully.

Both seemed surprised by that comment, and the archer turned to the old man and said, “I thought the green one couldn't talk."

The elderly man, looking very confused, said, “It can't. I don't think this is actually one of them," as he started looking at the circle inscribed on the ground.

While he was doing the archer turned to James and asked, “So do you have any idea what's going on?"

James shook his head, “None of those three explained anything, and even before that I was more than a little confused," he said.

The archer quickly asked, “Are you even a dragon?"

“No, as of a few hours ago I was completely human. If you asked me yesterday I would have said magic, dragons, whatever the hell those people were, and everything else in this situation wasn't real," James looked towards the elderly man, who he assumed to be the mage the three had stolen the book from, and asked, “Do you have any idea what the fuck is happening?"

The mage, who was crouched down near the edge of the circle, stood and said, “As far as I can tell the spell they used was stitched together from a handful of spells from my book. The first part of the spell was designed to create a body for a very dangerous infernal creature. The second part was bringing the mind of that creature from the abyssal plane, and this is where things went wrong. In the language of runic magic the words abyss and hell have a one letter difference, and it looks like they pulled you from hell, the realm of the dead. But, the spell specifically names the being it was supposed to summon, so it wouldn't have worked unless your name happens to be Allister." With that last sentence the mage looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

James said, “Well my last name is Allister, but that still doesn't answer the question of what is happening."

The mage looked at him, and then started rifling through his pockets before pulling out a long, wooden wand. He muttered a few quiet words before there was a flash. After that he looked towards the archer, and said, “The body is absolutely a manifestation of Allister, the dragon of the mire, but the mind is very distinctly human, and is not of this world. Those three idiots could have managed to rupture reality itself by pulling a soul through from a separate universe. Thank the gods they didn't destroy everything with their own stupidity. I don't know what will happen if he dies, or is sent back to where he came from. We need to get him to the university."

James looked up and was about to ask something, but before he could ask anything the archer said, “Surely this isn't that important. If we go back to the university almost a year's worth of work is invalidated and we have to start again."

“That is a problem, and as much as I would rather study this false Allister we have here, we do need to finish our work. Which is why you will escort him alone." He stated.

At this point there was enough of a pause for James to finally ask, “So are you going to let me out of this circle, or what"

Before anyone had a chance to respond the archer looked at the mage, and started yelling, “ARE YOU STUPID? You want me to take a fucking dragon, not a normal one, but one that seems to be a part of the 7, almost 400 miles. All of that across an empire that barely tolerates the existence of dragons. As interesting as this all is, I won't risk death for one of your spur of the moment research projects."

The mage smiled and said, “Yes, that is what I am suggesting. I can't imagine it would be that bad. We made it just fine. Besides, there are still a few people in that nice little town a few days back that seemed helpful" After saying that he brought out a small copper rod, and began scraping it through the circle in the salt. After a moment the circle flashed, and James could move out of it.

Finally, with the freedom to move, James started experimenting with his new anatomy. He could now tell that his neck was flexible enough that he could move his head to about where his shoulder was. He couldn't walk on two legs at all. His wingspan would have been more than the entire length of his body, had it not been for an incredibly long tail. It was easily longer than the entire rest of his body, and he realized he had an incredible amount of control over it. One last detail he noticed is that he didn't have the spikes and horns associated with dragons in fiction. Or rather, they weren't just spikes and horns. Wherever those spines came out of his body, they had a finlike layer of skin and muscle connecting them. He could flare them out or control them at will, and they seemed fairly sensitive, but still strong. The tail had a much larger number of these than anywhere else.

“Are you done?" the archer asked, still seeming annoyed but not necessarily angry anymore.

James stopped looking at himself, and quickly apologized.

The mage said, “First of all, what name do you want to go by?" James told them his name and said just calling him James is fine. “Excellent. Do you know anything about magic." the mage said.

“No, but I feel like it is something that I should learn." James replied.

“You're not wrong on that. For now I need you to focus," the mage handed him a wooden wand, “on this wand, try to imagine yourself, but a more manageable size." James did so, and he felt a strange sensation.

When he opened his eyes again he was only slightly larger than the other two.

The mage lightly applauded “Oh well done, normally that takes a few days of practice," he said. “By the way, introductions are in order. My name is Elric, and our ever enthusiastic friend here is Iris."

At this point the three of them sat down to discuss how to handle the situation. The general idea was for James and Iris to travel together back towards the university. When they got near a city, they could either go around, or Iris could teach James how to make an illusion. It was about 400 miles from where they were to the university. Along the road there were 3 larger cities to worry about, with one of them being on a major trade route to the capital. Around 80% of the journey would be through the Senthian Empire, a collection of once minor cities and provinces taken over around 200 years ago. Between everything that had happened, and all this new information, James made the executive decision to sleep before doing anything.

When James woke up the next morning Elric had already left, and Iris was sitting by a small fire. When James started walking over she looked over and said, “sorry if I seemed hostile yesterday. Escorting you seemed like much more of a challenge before we made a plan, and I hate traveling through the empire even in the best of company"

“It's fine, at least you have some idea of what we have to deal with. I still barely understand what we're dealing with. We should probably start this trip."

Iris nodded and started putting out the fire. A few minutes later they walked out of the cave and started circling towards the road that led to the university. It took a few hours to circle around the nearby city, Brightstone, but they managed to get by without being seen. There were a few close calls, and a pair of armed men left the city heading in the same direction, but Iris and James hid until they passed by. From there Iris walked along the edge of the road, while James followed from just inside the edge of the forest, in case someone else was on the road. This arrangement left little time to talk, so their journey was mostly silent. By the time they set up camp just far enough from the road that they couldn't be seen it was nightfall and they covered about twenty miles. James realized that while he could fly, it was incredibly difficult to manage it, and instinct could only get him so far.

That night James took the opportunity to try to learn something. After they had eaten, he quietly asked, “You and Elric said I was supposed to be Allister, some king of hell dragon, and I think you said he was one of the 7, or something like that. What was all that about?"

Iris sat still for a moment, before starting to talk, “The 7 are a name given to a group of 7 dragons that each tried to destroy the other sentient races during the Dragon Wars, and before you ask, that was a period of time where humans, dwarves, and elves each attempted to destroy all of dragonkind. Each one of the 7 tried a different method, using magic that was so strong they often physically warped reality simply by proximity. Allister was the second to try something. He attempted to poison all of the other races, letting loose devastating plagues, causing crops to become blighted, or toxic. The worst thing he did was try to poison the god of the harvest. It ultimately didn't result in what he hoped, but he turned almost 200 square miles of ideal farmland into a swamp that still can't be cleared. He ultimately died trying to unleash a plague on Brightstone, but as with all of the 7 his hatred forced him beyond death, and he became a demon. Brightstone had prepared for what was coming, and even still half the city died." After this long explanation, she turned up to look at him, “If your mind had been that of the actual Allister, thousands would have died, at least. Up until you said something, I was getting ready to use the circle to kill you. When you asked a question I stopped. According to every source we know of, Allister was driven mad before he attacked, and had lost the ability to speak at all by the time he became what people remember him as."

At this James, feeling particularly somber, walked a little way from the fire, turned towards Iris, and said, “Thank you for telling me", before he curled up to sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep did not last long, as he woke to the sound of grunting. He quickly raised his head and saw a bulky man in poorly made armor trying to grab Iris, and as he began to stand a second one came up behind her, grabbing her arms and holding her in place. The second one chuckled and asked, “You lost little lady? You could always let us help. I think you'll quite like our company after spending so long traveling with that old man from before, and his group," Iris' eyes widened and she started trying to break his grip. The first one started laughing at her struggles, but that laugh was quickly cut short as James, without even thinking about what was happening, clamps his jaws on the man's neck before quickly twisting.

As the second man saw his allies corpse fall he let go of Iris and tried to run. He managed to make it a respectable distance before James had a clear line of sight. James roared and let out a billowing cloud of green smoke. When it cleared, the bandit was twitching, his eyes rolled back into his head, and some of his flesh started to decompose much faster than should be possible. Most of the plant life that was in the green cloud was fine, but some of what had been in the thicker parts of the cloud had also withered away. James used his claws to put the man out of his misery, then started looking for anyone else that might attack. Iris called out to him, and he quickly ran back.

“I think that was it. Those two were from Brightstone. I saw them leave as we were sneaking by, and I didn't see them with anyone else," Iris said this, looking intimidated by the dragon. She then continued by asking, “What did you do to the other one?"

James wasn't entirely sure, but once he began to think about it, he was hit by the reality of what he had just done. In his mind days ago he had been some guy, and now he just killed two men without even thinking about it. He backed away from Iris, curling into a ball by a tree as he quietly just muttered, “What have I done."

Iris walked up to him and just set her hand on his shoulder. “You may have just saved my life, and you killed two terrible people. Don't feel bad, it was us or them. With people like that as common as they are, you can't hold this against yourself. Rest, don't worry too much."

James softly cried about what he had done, even though he knew she was right, and eventually he fell asleep in her arms.

That next morning, James woke up, still curled into a ball, but with his head in Iris' arms. She was still asleep, so he stayed there and tried to cope with everything that had happened. His apparent death in his world, being resurrected in a world of magic, in the body of a dragon. The fact that he had to take the lives of other, living, thinking beings. He was trying to keep himself from having an internal crisis, but at least the presence of Iris helped.

After a few minutes she started to wake up, letting go of James as she stretched and began to stand up. James, finally able to move without waking her, also stood and stretched, arching his back like a cat. Iris laughed at that, saying, “I never thought I'd see a being of pure destruction acting like a cat that got woken up."

James just glared at her, and walked a little ways into the woods to relieve himself. By this point he already knew what he would find, but it was still very distinctly weird to see. Instead of an external penis, everything seemed to be internal. When he had to take a piss a little bit of the penis came out, and that is all James had seen at that point. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see more, if he was honest with himself.

That day passed much like the first one did, without too much happening. Around noon, a small group of wagons passed by, seeming to be some kind of traveling performers, based on how the wagons were painted and the music coming from several of them. One of the people in the wagon called out to Iris, “you know it's not safe to travel alone right? Especially not through the forests?"

Iris held out her bow, and said, “I think I'll be just fine."

The wagon driver shrugged and said, “Alright, but fair warning, there are a few places about a day's travel ahead of you that look like a groups been staying. Rumor has it that there are a few bandits staying in the area, so watch out."

Iris smiled, “thanks for the warning," she said, not looking worried in the slightest.

Around an hour later they stopped for a midday meal. During the time they were sitting a conversation started, and the focus quickly shifted towards the world James was from. Iris seemed more than a little confused about much of it. James explained that the only sentient race was humanity. That magic was a myth. He spoke about technology the most. At first he mentioned the existence of the gun, which Iris asked about. From there he explained a lot of modern weaponry, which Iris found horrifying. He explained a little bit of recent history, and by the end of his explanation Iris decided to give him a hug. She also asked if he was ok, and all he could say at that point was that he was better now.

After that they got back on the road and made a good amount of distance before it got dark, and the journey went without any noteworthy distractions or incidents.

By nightfall they had found another good spot to set up camp, this time Iris sprinkled a bit of some kind of powdered rock in a few spots around the camp, and then traced runes into the dirt where she had sprinkled it.

As she did this, James asked, “What are you doing?"

“I'm creating a few runic wards to tell us if anyone is approaching, and to buy us a bit of time" She said, before finishing and walking back towards the campfire. “Runes are strong magic, but limited in that they need certain minerals to function. Magic for teleportation, summoning, and conjuring requires salt, anything that influences or controls the elements requires coal, things that influence living things directly require clay, and things that influence the mind or soul require quartz."

She started warming her hands by the fire, “Those circles are all made with powdered quartz, and they will wake us up if anyone gets close, and put the illusion of nothing in the mind of whoever walks up. It also shouldn't trigger if either of us walk near them," she said, smiling. “By the way, I didn't ever get around to thanking you for saving me last night."

He looked at her, returning the smile as best he could, and said, “There's no need to thank me for anything." They both, still smiling, sat quietly and enjoyed the heat of the fire for a while, before falling asleep.

The third day of their travels, they made sure to keep an eye out for any kind of bandits, but they couldn't find much. This time they decided to both walk along the road and rely on James' senses to warn them of anyone approaching. As they walked, Iris began explaining the function and types of magic.

According to Iris, those four types of magic she mentioned the previous nights were the same across all different branches, but each branch had its own way of calling on, channeling, or strengthening the magic. Runic magic had already partially explained, but there was also Aetherial magic and Intuitive magic.

Aetherial magic pulled energy from the environment around you, and while it could be done without any tools, it was standard practice to carry a wand for each of the four types of magic. Yew for conjuring, ash for elemental, willow for life, and oak for mind. Intuitive magic was the third and final part. It was magic that came from a person directly, and there were no artificial means of strengthening it. That kind of magic took its strength from the will of the caster. Generally it is the least used as it is exhausting, and even the smallest loss of focus can dramatically alter the function of a spell. The last major part of magic is that copper disrupts magic it comes into contact with, usually causing a spell to fail. Iris also told him that the breath he did was an example of intuitive life magic, and in the case of last night it disrupted the natural processes of everything in that cloud. At least James now understood what that did.

When Iris had finished her explanation they had about 4 hours left before dark, and in that time James decided to continue their conversation from yesterday. He started talking about his world, but instead of talking about history or technology he just talked about his life. Iris listened attentively as he described his early life. There was a brief moment when he had to explain that police were like guardsmen. He also had to give a very brief explanation of how the American school system worked. Throughout the conversation, Iris was listening to all the little details that James wouldn't normally share with people. She had sympathy for him in the parts she did understand, and in the parts of the story that confused her she tried to be kind. During the conversation James felt more like a person than most of the time he had been a human being. He had been a bit of a loner, and never really got attached to anyone from his old life. Now, Iris was casually just talking with him about him. She seemed legitimately interested in who he was as a person.

As they were walking, they both noticed the sun dipping below the horizon, and quickly started looking for a place to set up camp that was off the road. James did what he could to create a campfire, while Iris went through the process of making sure their camp was safe, using the same runic magic she had used the night before.

After a while James looked over to make sure Iris was asleep, then when he was convinced she was he slowly and carefully walked around the circles on the ground, until he was out of sight of their camp. Despite everything that happened, there was one thing he hadn't done in a while. He was horny. Even before all of this he wasn't the most active person sexually, and he hadn't masturbated in almost two weeks from his perspective. Even with his hesitations regarding his new anatomy, he needed this.

He tried thinking of what had aroused him as a human, but that wasn't doing much for him. Finally, he decided to try things the old fashioned way, but quickly realized he didn't want his claws near his manhood. Or was it a dragonhood, at this point? Either way, he brought his head towards his genital slit, and licked at it. It felt good, but he could tell that he needed much more than this. He began licking constantly, even inserting his tongue into the slit to wrap around what he felt in there. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant in the slightest.

After a minute or so, he finally could see what he was working with. It was around 9 inches long, and it was certainly girthier than what he was used to dealing with. That was only where the differences began, however. His penis was pointed, growing narrower the closer it got to the tip, and near the base it had a number of ridges. Overall, it was very distinctly strange, but at this point that didn't matter to the lust-addled mind of James.

By this point he had been licking for a while, and he decided to take it up a notch. He took his entire cock into his maw, licking and sucking as much as he could without letting his teeth get near it. The feeling of hot, tight, wetness around his penis were nearly divine, until something distracted him. A smell that he couldn't quite identify, but triggered a very primal need in him. As he started to sniff the scent began to become more clear.

He smelled Iris, but the smell was slightly different. He then realized what had happened as he found her behind a nearby tree, trying not to be noticed. She had followed him, and between all the liquid on her hand and the fact her pants were off, she had been furiously masturbating to him.

“Need a hand," he said, walking towards her and sniffing towards her exposed pussy.

She blushed in response, but made no move to stop him as he got closer and closer. As he moved his head lower she spread her legs to give him easier access.

He licked across her inner thighs, always just avoiding her pussy. She began shamelessly moaning, boosting his confidence in what he was doing. James eventually decided that things needed to escalate, and began licking her pussy in long, slow strokes, that ended with him teasing her clit. Every time he reached the end of a stroke he heard music to his ears, in the form of Iris cursing and moaning beneath him. Things only escalated as he extended his long, sinuous tongue into her depths. After only a few moments of this she screamed as her passage tightened around the invader, showering it with her juices. James lapped up what he could, and as he leaned back to enjoy the sight of a job well done, she sat up and passionately kissed his snout. Not to be outdone, he did his best to kiss her back.

Iris then separated from him, before she gently tried to roll him onto his side. He picked up on what she wanted, and rolled over trying not to pin his wings beneath his body. From there she eagerly moved to his cock, and wasted no time in starting to stroke it. James was in heaven, and it only got better as she started to lick up and down his length, always making sure to leave a kiss on his tip. James hadn't felt this much pleasure at any point in his life, and based on the groans and growls, Iris could tell. Eventually , she decided to see if she could take him into her mouth, and she began to bring herself closer and closer to his base. Taking more and more, she had to stop as his tip hit the back of her throat, with one of the ridges just inside her lips. She began sucking, while also stroking his base and licking everything she could.

James couldn't believe what was happening, he could barely think straight as this beautiful woman greedily sucked his dick, trying her best to get his pre, and moaning whenever any hit her tongue. As she continued to try to take him into her throat, he held back the grunts and growls long enough to say, “Iris, I'm about to cum."

At this she pulled herself off his length and said, “I'd prefer if you came in my pussy, but I don't want you to get me pregnant, so I either cast a spell to stop that from happening, or you cum in my mouth. Your choice."

He looked up, a little dazed. “How can I get you pregnant, I'm not human," He asked.

She laughed and said, “Dragons are incredibly magical. They can get almost any other sentient race pregnant."

He thought for a moment, before grinning. “Cast the spell," he said, excited for what was about to happen.

She muttered a few arcane words, pulling a small wooden wand from her pants off to her side. After a small flash near her vagina, “she smiled and said, “Let's do this the old fashioned way." She got on all fours in front of him, shaking her butt and making sure her legs were spread enough.

James needed no further invitation. He pushed the front half of his body off the ground, before putting his chest against her back and wrapping his front legs around her torso, making sure to grab her nicely sized pair of tits. She moaned at the feeling, and then both of them went quiet as they both felt his tip line up with her dripping pussy. Then, that beautiful, perfect moment of penetration happened. Both of them let out moans as he began to enter her. James knew they were both wet enough for this, but he still made sure to go nice and slow. As more and more of his length entered her, she kept saying words of encouragement to him. He could barely form coherent thoughts at this point, and settled with massaging her tits as her pussy got closer to his first ridge.

Then that first ridge went into her, and he was treated to a particularly loud moan. James also was realizing how sensitive those penile ridges were, as they sank into her depths, one by one. Finally, after minutes of ever so slowly penetrating her, he found himself hilted inside her. Both of them were panting hard at this point, and things only got better as James began to pull out, as Iris' pussy held onto each ridge. After half his length was out, he quickly thrust back in, with the cry of “HOLY FUCKING SHIT" beneath him serving as an ego boost for the horny dragon. He began to settle into a fairly slow rhythm of thrusting, but as time passed it got faster and faster, their moans getting louder and louder. The sound of moaning and the slapping of scales against flesh echoed through the woods.

Iris yelled out, “I'm gonna cum," and James responded with, “me too," before he hilted himself in her pussy. Both of them yelled out as they orgasmed, and both could feel James' thick cum spilling into her womb. They also felt those ridges begin to grow, sealing them together in that moment, and keeping all of his seed inside her. They were both breathing heavily and moaning as they felt him release more inside of her, and as he finally began to shrink, James pulled out of her.

Iris stood up on shaky legs, turning towards him with an exhausted, but happy expression. “That was the best sex of my life," she said.

At this point James was lying on his side, looking up. “I can't believe we did that," he said, still processing what had just happened. Iris went about getting all her clothes, and pulled James onto his feet so they could head back to camp.

They curled up together, happily in each other's arms that night. James looked at her, and thought about what had happened so far, and while he knew the journey ahead may be difficult, he believed they could pull it off.