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Arithal was an elf with a problem; as he made his way through the mountains that bordered the city he living in he found that his research had taken an unexpected twist. Originally he had been up there in order to try and passively do research on the migration patterns of the dragons that lived in the nearby region, but that had been before an adventuring party had made its towards one of the dread dragon caves in order to slay it. Since there were several that had been causing problems in the neighboring areas the elf wasn't quite sure which one they were about to do battle with, and though he didn't want to be involved with the actual killing the sight of a dragon using his power to defend itself against an experienced party would be a sight to behold. Fortunately Arithal was well-versed in moving silently through the trees that were part of his home and was able to observe the party while remaining unnoticed himself.

Eventually after several days of travel the group arrived at a huge cave that was located on the southern edge of the mountain range, which Arithal realized given their location that they were going after Dramsaro. He was an ancient red dragon that was not one to be trifled with in any case and whom most creatures gave a wide birth on. Those that did attempt to kill him were never seen again and most were pretty sure that the dragon won whatever challenge was thrown at him, which would make watching this battle even more exciting. Whether the group lived or died was none of his concern, and as a researcher he wouldn't be able to help them much more than tell them what his dietary habits were likely to be.

As the man dressed in full armor went up to the cave entrance the elf watching hoped that they weren't going inside, but instead he banged on his shield and told the dragon to come out if he wasn't a coward. They were using his pride against him... this party had clearly done their homework as Dramsaro could be heard deep within the cave laughing loudly. Just the sound of his voice had caused the stones around the area to rattle and the trees to shake all the way down to their roots. As the warrior drew back the ground began to quake underneath their feet with each step that the dragon took and by the time that its huge head emerged from the darkness of the cave Arithal had to hold onto a nearby branch to stop himself from falling over.

The group shared a bit of banter with the dragon before they began to attack, Dramsaro releasing a plume of flame that nearly reached all the way back to the tree line where the elf was hiding. As the brush and trees that had been growing onto the stones quickly burned and died the group remerged from the pyroclastic cloud as the one that he guessed was their mage cast a spell while another that was their cleric continued to protect them. With its big breath attack out of the way the group then began to fight with teeth and swords, arrows and claws, and once more Arithal just counted himself lucky that he was able to watch such a masterful spectacle. He had always thought that dragons were awe-inspiring creatures, even the ones that were certainly of an evil inclination like the dread creature that they were attempting to kill to spare the nearby kingdom the hardship of its presence.

Finally after what seemed like hours of intense fighting it looked like Dramsaro was about to win as his head darted down and clamped his jaws around the one that had been protecting and healing them. The dragon looked ready to deal the killing blow, but to both his surprise as well as the elf watching the warrior that had been knocked on his back had been feigning injury and leapt upwards with his sword glowing with a radiant blue light. An arc of blue light swept in the air that seemed to be interrupted by the neck of the dragon, but as Dramsaro remained frozen his jaw suddenly went slack and dropped the creature inside of it as a line of bright crimson began to run down his scales. No way, Arithal thought to himself as the warrior picked up the cleric and hurried away as the blood began to pour out of the wound while the dragon flailed about that seemed to ignite when it hit the stones below, had they actually managed to defeat the ancient dragon?

Arithal's question was quickly answered as the dragon finally fell to his side, the chest of the creature spasming as the bright gold orbs of his eyes rolled back into his head which hit the ground with a loud, lifeless thud. Eventually the creature remained completely still and the warrior decided that it was time to finish the job as he took his magical blade and sliced the dragon's head off the rest of the way. With Dramsaro decapitated the group went inside the cave, no doubt to get their pick of the dragon's hoard and claiming the cave as their own so they could come back eventually for the rest of the loot. The elf just remained there in stunned silence as he saw the carcass of the dragon still bleeding out and causing flare ups like a lava flow as the eyes of the head that sat next to it quickly clouded over.

As much as the elf wanted to investigate further he knew he would have to wait until the group had left, not wanting them to think that he was some opportunistic bandit that would prompt them to do the same thing to him that they did to Dramsaro. After about twenty minutes the group emerged from the cave once more with packs and bags stuffed full of the dragon's treasure that they would lug back to their town to sell or use for themselves. As they walked back towards the mountain path the elf did notice something else they had that wasn't there before; the group all seemed to be wearing some sort of platinum pendant with a crystal wrapped around it, and though he guessed it was some sort of magical talisman he had no idea what it would be used for since the dragon was dead. Once he was sure that they were no longer in sight Arithal carefully navigated down the hill and around the charred foliage before he arrived at the plateau that would serve as the grave of the ancient dragon.

"I still can't believe I saw this with my own eyes," Arithal muttered to himself as he went up to the body and touched the huge red scales that normally shielded the creature from such damage. "This is going to cause quite the shake up in the community, I imagine there are a number of good dragons that will be coming to gloat over your corpse. At least someone was here that will be able to record the deed so that your epic battle will not be forgotten."

As Arithal continued to place his hand on the dragon's flank he jumped as he heard that same bellowing laughter that he had come from the cave, and as he looked around for the source the air seemed to shimmer around him. "I prefer to tell my own tales," the voice of Dramsaro said as Arithal gasped at seeing the head of the dragon manifest in front of his eyes, though it was in a more ethereal state. "Thank you for touching my corpse elf, it makes this ritual so much easier."

"Wait, what?" Arithal said in shock as he took his hand away, though when he did he could see the blue outline of it remaining as the spirit of the dragon continued to form in front of him. The elf suddenly thought back to the group and realized that they hadn't bothered to touch the dragon after they had done the killing blow, and though he had thought it was because they were interested in the loot he realized they knew that Dramsaro had some sort of ancient ritual as a failsafe to his death. "No, hold on, you don't understand!"

"I understand that some greedy little elf and his group of filthy interlopers thought that they would take my life and my treasure," Dramsaro said with a deep growl as the spirit dragon fully manifested, towering over the elf who saw the blue line that had been his arm slowly drift towards the ethereal creature until it connected with his chest. "But just like all the other foolish creatures that have attempted such a thing it will be I that take your life and your body, which I will then use to destroy your friends just like I have done in the past! This ritual will ensure my vengeance against those that have destroyed me so that I may destroy them in turn!"

As Dramsaro let out another roaring laugh Arithal suddenly fell to one knee as the connection between them turned red, starting at the dragon and flowing downwards until the essence started to flow into his form. As he let out a gasp the elf knew of this type of ritual; it was originally designed by liches in order to ensure everlasting life by possessing an object, though it would cause their body to wither and decay the dark magic that fueled them would keep it animated while their essence remained safe. This dragon appeared to have made something similar and as the much smaller creature could feel the immense power flow into his body it felt like liquid fire was being poured into him. As the tail and paws began to disappear while the connection between them grew stronger already Arithal felt like he was being overfilled, like someone trying to pour a mill's worth of flour into a single grain sack as he groaned.

"Yessss..." the dragon hissed as he leaned his head closer to the elf, the eye of the creature leaning in to fill his vision as he continued to gasp and pant against the spiritual force being pushed into him. "Thought you could kill me... how foolish of you. From the death you created I will take life in equal measure..."

"But... but..." Arithal stammered as he groaned, feeling his body twitch as he fell to all fours. "I... didn't... kill you..." Suddenly the intense pressure that been pushing him down lifted. When he looked up he could see the rage and animosity in the dragon's face turn to shock with a hint of worry in it.

"Well, you may have not dealt the killing blow," Dramsaro's spirit said as he put his huge forepaw underneath the elf's chin and lifted it up so they were eye to eye with one another. "But your group carried the desire for my death in your hearts, and that's all I need. My murder has already poisoned your soul and even if I hadn't caught you here I would have eventually sniffed you out taken what was mine."

With the spiritual force abating Arithal was able to think more clearly, shaking his head while still feeling as though the dragon was actually touching his chin. "I assure you that I meant you no ill will," Arithal stated as earnestly as he could. "The party that I followed here was looking to kill you but I had no such inclination, in fact I was sort of hoping that you would win so that I could see what an ancient dragon did after such a victory."

To Arithal's surprise the declaration didn't not seem to ease the tension in the dragon's face, in fact it only made him even more enraged and the elf was blown off his feet before landing flat on his back. "No, this is impossible!" The dread dragon roared, his forepaws pressing against his head as he looked down to see that his hind feet had already disappeared as the connection between them pulsated with red light. "This can't be happening, the ritual only works on those who had intent to kill me!"

"Ohhhh... oh. Oh!" Arithal replied as he realized what the implications were. "Wait, what does that mean? What's going to happen to me?"

"Who in the nine hells cares!?" Dramsaro bellowed, his forepaws attempting to cut the connection between them only to have the tether rematerialize with every swipe. "I'm a dread dragon, I am the most feared and reviled ancient dragon in the nine kingdoms! What are the odds that the ritual would activate on someone WHO DIDN'T WANT TO MURDER ME?!?!"

The dragon was practically roaring at this point and Arithal could feel the spiritual energy rolling off of him as he attempted to try and halt the ritual that had seemed to misfire, but even though it had been pulled back the elf could still feel the essence of the dragon flowing into him. He was still incredibly warm but the raging inferno that had been inside him had ebbed to the point where he could still think straight. As Dramsaro continued to rant and rave however he did began to feel a new pain, this time a pinching sensation that was happening in his feet. With the elf still flat on his back all he had to do was lift his foot, and as he did his eyes widened as the leather of the boot swelled to the point the stitching exploded and revealed the scaled foot underneath.

Arithal suddenly remembered that the dragon had mentioned taking him over in both mind and body, and while the ritual wasn't going the ancient creature's way it was apparently still happening. Seeing his new toes flex while continuing to grow made him acutely aware that something similar was happening to his other foot, but with the rate of his changes increasing he didn't have a chance to try and take the other one off before thick black talons pushed their way out of the toe. The pressure of the dragon's essence suddenly seemed to shift downwards as though attracted by the changes and before Arithal could even put his foot his food back down it flopped onto the stone as the bones and muscles continued to swell and grow. His feet weren't just becoming bigger either... as the elf felt the tops of his boots snap from his ankles shifting his normal elven feet had become massive scaly dragon paws...

...about the same size as Dramsaro's.

With the realization that he was going to be growing much, much bigger Arithal attempted to turn himself onto his stomach even with the huge meaty paws weighing him down like they were lead weights. The mass was quickly starting to shift upwards into his legs and as his calves suddenly beefed up it caused his knees to pop at the joint and bend backwards. Even though it wouldn't be physically possible the magic was allowing his lower legs to become massive dragon legs while his thighs were relatively elven still, though as the mass inflated them to epic proportions it split down his breeches and revealed his tan skin was quickly turning red as it shifted upwards. As the elf looked down and saw his legs quivering as they were becoming twenty to thirty times bigger then the rest of his body he saw Dramsaro staring at his forepaws in shock as they started to disappear...

Though Arithal had the capability to turn himself over with his new legs, which were about ten times the size of his upper body and still growing, he found himself unable due to a new sensation that was coursing through his body. With his hips expanding to the point where they were dwarfing his still somewhat scrawny chest he found that with his pants practically exploding from the growth it had released his cock from its bindings. For the briefest of moments it was almost comically small against the red scales of his groin but almost as if reacting to being seen the flesh shifted to an angry red and inflated with almost impossible growth. In the background Arithal could hear the ancient dragon realize that he was losing his manhood while the elf's formed into ridges while it practically telescoped up his still tan chest and practically pressed against his face.

With his draconic legs weighing him down still all Arithal could do was try to raise up his hands to try and get the heavy weight of his throbbing maleness off of him, but when he tried to lift them he found them to be impossibly heavy. He could still move his fingers and when he did he could feel the bones shifting in his hands and the joints popping as they became a pair of huge forepaws, the red scales covering his fat digits as the fingers merged together while claws pushed their way out to scrape against the stone. Once more the elf found himself in a bind as the massive forepaws of the dragon were attached to his tiny arms that looked like twigs in comparison, but it wasn't long before he clenched his new paws as muscle and power flowed into his forearms where the tan flesh turned to scale. As he watched in shock at his new anatomy forming the elf was suddenly lifted into the air, the dragon spirit using his blunted forepaws to do so to the point that even his heavy scaled hindlegs were dangling above the ground.

"You..." Dramsaro said, his eyes burning as Arithal could feel the hatred radiating from the dragon. "You ruined everything! You stupid elf! Stop this at once!"

"I don't know how!" Arithal replied, though as he tried to speak his mouth began to feel weird and he let out a gasp as his spine popped and he could feel the flesh of his back hardening. The changes were starting to quicken and he let out a loud groan as not only was he growing several feet a second in height but he could also feel the thick, heavy tail that once belonged to the dragon growing out of his backside. "Itsh your sphell! Yrth nerth... frtrh..."

As Arithal tried to speak he found his face scrunching up as teeth far bigger than his jaws could support were growing out of his face, his tongue pushing out and practically hanging out several feet from his maw while his jaws quickly stretched outward to compensate. "No... the ritual is completing and there's no foothold!" Dramsaro roared as Arithal felt his feet touching the stone once more, though it was his hind paws now as his tail inflated with more muscle while he felt something happening to his shoulder muscles. "Curse you elf, and curse that body you've stolen from me!"

Arithal suddenly found himself on the ground completely once more with his chest pushing into the stone as he continued to grow, though the thick yellow belly scales that covered his chest and body kept him from feeling anything as his shoulders and chest barreled out to form his new quadrupedal stance. As the transforming creature continued to pant he could feel saliva dripping from his maw, though as it dripped to the stone it sizzled and burn as the visage of the enraged dragon was the last thing that he saw before it disappeared completely. He was gone, Arithral realized, but he had hardly any time to dwell on it as he suddenly felt an intense pressure in his head. For a few brief moments he thought the dragon was pushing inside of his skull, his eyes turning to a golden color before they squeezed shut as his new muzzle grew in and a pair of horns weighed down his head before his lengthening neck muscles could support it.

Then, just as suddenly as they began, Arithral felt the changes in his body stop as he felt the muscle and sinew inside him finally settle. As he opened his eyes again the former elf felt a sense of extreme vertigo as he found himself much, much higher up then he was before. For a few seconds every sway of his new head caused him to nearly stumble over as he could suddenly see not only most of the mountain range but also down into the valley below that was next to Dramsaro's lair. That was probably where the adventuring party had come from, Arithral thought to himself, and as he looked back down and found the ground several stories beneath his new perspective he also saw that the dragon's body was gone.

The magic probably used it to recreate it, Arithral thought to himself, and with the transformation finished and his body no longer twisting and swelling he finally had a chance to wrap his head around what just happened. Dramsaro had some sort of ritual that activated on his death... something that would take one of his killers and allow him to possess them physically and mentally. As he thought back he realized that's what those crystals probably were that the group wore around their neck, they probably knew of the dragon's failsafe and had protected themselves from it. That meant the ritual didn't have a target to activate on, at least not until he had stumbled his way in and touched the enchanted body.

If that was true and with Arithral not feeling the presence of the dragon in his head that meant that Dramsaro actually died, but the ritual still bestowed his body upon him as he tentatively raised a forepaw and wiggled the heavily taloned digits. Even with just sitting there he could feel the power that dwelled within him and knew that much like his predecessor that he had the essence of fire running through his veins. There were also instincts that came with this new form and when he looked back he found a pair of wings that he could use to fly and that with a little effort he could breathe a cloud of napalm that would cook most creatures to a crisp. This was the body of a destroyer, a decimator of all that stood before it... and it was possessed by an elf that couldn't even hold a sword properly because the metal was too heavy.

It was all way too much for the moment and Arithral could feel his mental capacity hitting its limit as he put his forepaws to his head that was shaking. He needed rest... and with his new body he knew he couldn't just go back to town and find himself a room at the inn that catered to ancient fire dragons. Plus Dramsaro had a terrible reputation and it was unlikely that he would have a chance to explain that he was actually an elf trapped in a dragon's body before he would find his head cut off too. As he looked over at the inside of the cave that the original creature had emerged from it seemed like the only reasonable accommodation for him, plus it was unlikely that the adventuring party would come back for their spoils before they had a chance to set up a means to transport the rest.

Arithral sighed and decided to head inside, finding the cave to be not very deep and was likely cut out of the mountain by the dragon himself. As he got to the end of it though he couldn't help but stop and felt his jaw drop at the hoard that was kept down there. Gold, gems, treasure, artifacts... an ancient dragon such as Dramsaro would have had quite the stockpile and as the fire from his drool reflected off the glittering stockpile he found himself overwhelmed with a need that he had never had in his entire life. The stones around him shook as he bounded towards the gold before pressing himself against it, his heavy draconic muzzle sliding around the huge pile of coins like a cat with catnip before he snapped out of it.

No wonder dragons were so insistent on gathering such things, Arithral said as he managed to calm himself down, though as he rolled on his back and settled himself down he still found himself taking a paw full of the gold and let it run down the scales of his chest downwards. It felt incredibly good and the more he did it the more he found himself growing aroused by it, which caused something to happen between his legs. Aside from when it initially almost smothered him during the transformation the former elf hadn't thought about his new equipment, but as a slit in his scales began to part and he saw something start to push upwards that caused him to blush. While he had done a lot of studying on dragons before it was the first time that Arithral had gotten up close and personal with the maleness of such a creature, one which happened to belong to him in this case.

Aside from the strange sensation he got from the gold the elf had another secret that had him devoted to the study of dracology, he actually found the creatures to be quite handsome. While some found the idea of being with a dragon hot most of them would sleep with a dragon while they were in a shapeshifted form, for Arithral he had more than once fantasized what it would be like to have a tool like this rubbed up against his body. He had never gotten the courage to ever ask any of the ones that he talked to about this and he doubted that they would entertain the sexual fantasy of some elf anyway, so instead he would just study them. Now he found he had the unique prospect of having one of his own, but as he tried to rub it with his forepaws he found that while they were quite dexterous they couldn't quite wrap around his throbbing tool without it being a bit awkward.

But as he leaned down and found the throbbing tool almost staring directly in front of him it gave Arithral another idea, one that would have caused him to turn bright red in the face if the scales on his new cheeks hadn't done so already. Using the gold to help prop himself up he shifted himself so that his hind legs were practically above his head, and as his tail draped around his calves he suddenly found his own ridged length staring him right in the face. It also helped that he had a draconic muzzle and as he licked the sensitive flesh it caused him to hear a sound that he realized was his own growl of pleasure. Though the idea of using the body of the dragon to do this caused him some trepidation his increasingly lustful mind reminded him that Dramsaro no longer owned this form anymore.

The thought of this powerful form being his made Arithral even more horny and soon he could no longer contain himself, as the pre of the thick shaft dripped down his muzzle and landed on the gold pile with a sizzle he finally leaned forward and took the entire thing in his mouth. If the golden orbs of his eyes had pupils they would have gone cross-eyed as the intense pleasure of sucking himself off nearly caused him to orgasm right there. This was... amazing, and he could hear his own growls and snorts growing louder as he began to bob his head up and down his own shaft with increased speed and dexterity. He would have never been able to do anything like this as a human, and as he used his tongue to coil around the ridges and tease himself further he found himself needing even more stimulation.

As he saw his own tailhole from the position he was in Arithral thought about pushing one of the digits of his forepaws in, but as he looked at the wicked claws that tipped each of them he thought better of it. There was one thing that might be able to do the trick and while still slurping around the dragon cock he managed to maneuver himself and guide the tip of his tail against the pucker of muscle. Thankfully he wasn't a blue or black dragon, Arithral thought to himself as he imagined the spikes or fin would get in the way, and though it was a bit tricky he managed to get the tip inside him and was able to use the muscular appendage to push even deeper into himself.

Arithral was in pure heaven and found a grin coming to his face as he imagined what would happen if that party happened to come back. They probably would hear the noises he was making and come in to attack, only to see the dread dragon stuffing his own cock into his maw while his tail was wiggling around inside of his tailhole. Wouldn't be a good look for Dramsaro, but that didn't matter much to the elf anymore as he tried to get deeper inside of himself with every thrust until he could feel the tip bumping up against his new throat. Just to add extra spice he took his forelimbs and began to cover himself with coins, which feeling them cascade around his body while he pleasured himself rendered him overloaded with blissful sensations...

When Arithral woke up again he found himself in total darkness with a heavy weight that surrounded his body. At first he thought that perhaps Dramsaro had managed to finish off the ritual and he had been shunted out of his body, but as he began to move around he found that what he was feeling was actually the metal of coins that had completely enveloped his body. It took a few moments before he realized two things; the first was that he was completely buried under a pile of gold, and the second was that he was no longer a dragon. While that second part might have been a relief he found himself almost lamenting the loss as he managed to push enough coins away from his head in order to finally see...

...the dragon head staring right back at him.

Arithral couldn't help but scream at the sudden sight of the huge creature, which caused the silver-scaled head of the dragon to back up in slight surprise as well. It took a few moments for the elf's brain to click back into place but when it did he realized that he was in the presence of a metallic dragon which were normally more on the good side of the spectrum. Good didn't always mean pleasant though and as he tried to dig himself out of the pile that he was trapped in he saw the large creature settle on his stomach and put his forepaw to his face. Eventually he reached over and took a claw to dig a furrow underneath the trapped man and the furrow of coins allowed Arithral to escape and also revealed that he was completely naked.

"Well, there's something you don't see every day," the dragon said as the elf realized his nudity and quickly recovered his groin with coins. Though the dragon was speaking draconic it was a language that he understood, though as he listened to it he found that his usual translation of the dragon's words were much more eloquent then what his mind usually came up with. "A naked elf buried in a pile of gold in the middle of a hoard once belonging to an ancient red dragon that's been claimed by a group of bumblefucks."

"Uh, what?" Arithral replied, also speaking in draconic even though elves weren't exactly made for the language.

"You can speak elven," the silver dragon replied with a sigh. "Wouldn't want you hurting your throat too badly."

"Oh, yes, thank you," Arithral stated as he tried to bow without losing the coins that made up his makeshift undergarments. "I think that my draconic translation might be a bit off, could you perhaps give me a description of that last word you said?"

"It's what's on the side of the claim that is scratched out on the wall there," the silver dragon replied, pointing over towards words that Arithral had earlier missed. When the elf looked over at the lettering he could see that the adventuring party had written it in draconic, elven, common, and two other languages he couldn't quite recognize. "I thought that perhaps whoever wrote that might have gotten it wrong too."

"This hoard has been laid claim to by those that slayed the dragon, all possessions there in are now property of... the Bumblefucks..." Arithral said as he read the words in elven, scratching his head. "Wow, talk about adding insult to injury, Dramsaro would have turned this mountain into a volcano if he found out the party that killed him called themselves that. Incredibly capable group too, kind of a surprise."

"Even the most capable are sometimes idiots at heart," the silver dragon scoffed. "Often the higher the skill the more childish one might become, but that's neither here nor there. You just made mention that the dread fire dragon Dramsaro is dead?"

Arithral found himself shivering slightly as he realized that him being in the lair of a dead dragon buried in his hoard wasn't a great look for another to find. "I... yes, Dramsaro is dead," Arithral finally admitted as those shiny silver orbs stared straight at him. "I wasn't the one who killed him, but I saw who did and it was the same people who left that claim there. Also I had no part in his slaying."

"Considering he would use someone like you for a toothpick I would imagine you didn't even if you had tried," the silver dragon said as he went over and grabbed what looked to be a small sack and tossed it to the elf. "I just was curious on whether or not Dramsaro had started taking slaves or something of that nature, and since you're naked and on a mountain with no apparent supplies I suspect you will need some help getting back down. In order to pay me back for my future generosity I would like you to take that bag and fill it with as much of this bastard's hoard as you can as part of my compensation for the trouble he caused."

"I... of course, yes," Arithral said as he took the bag and started to shovel coins into it, which despite how many were flowing into the bag it didn't seem to be getting any fuller. "What about the claim though?"

"Were any of them dragons?" the silver dragon asked rather curtly.

"Well... no," Arithral replied.

"Then fuck em," the silver dragon said with a snort. "Dragon law does not apply to others. They have a stupid name anyway."

Arithral just nodded and continued to pour as much treasure as he could into the bag that had been given to him while the silver dragon watched. Since he had to adjust his position in order to get more into it he had to do so while naked, but when he tried to find something to give himself some modesty the dragon stated that it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before and to keep working before they tried to come back. Though the elf found himself slightly self-conscious about the whole ordeal he continued to work and the heat that was in the cave was more than enough to keep him from shivering. After hours of pouring gold coins, gems, and other larger artifacts that should have fit inside he managed to get about a fifth of the hoard inside the bag before it started to overflow.

"That's good enough," the silver dragon said as Arithral lifted the bag to find that it was only about twenty pounds. "I do have to thank you for doing that, it would have taken me ages to put everything in that tiny bag. The rest can be left to the slayers of the dragon, though the news of Dramsaro's dead will likely spread quicker than they think and have more coming here to claim what's theirs both evil and good alike. Here, hand the bag to me and try to find something to wear so you don't freeze to death on the mountain, there is probably some leftovers from those who previous attempted to challenge the dread dragon."

Though the idea of searching for the remains of dead adventurers wasn't something that the elf desired he knew he had to find something to cover himself with. "By the way," Arithral said as he dug through the dragon's possessions. "My name is Arithral, but you can call me Ari. I figure since we're traveling together it might be nice to have more formal introductions."

"You can call me Rylin," the silver dragon replied. "Again, don't want you to have to hurt your throat with the pronunciation of my full name, although your draconic was pretty good for an elf. Now hurry up before those adventurer's come back and try to assert their claim, which given the death of this one I'm not keen on challenging."

The elf nodded and eventually he found a set of clothes that were unoccupied that fit him, as well as a set of boots and cloak that tingled with the aura of magic. While he lamented the loss of his other stuff he saw that night had fallen outside and he didn't want to keep the dragon helping him waiting. Once he was completely dressed up to combat the elements the two made their way out of the cave and to the woods, which as Ari looked back at the gave he almost felt a pang of longing. It was likely some sort of residual emotion from the dread dragon, though as the silver dragon grabbed him in his forelimbs and told him to hold on to the bag he did find himself wishing a little that he had kept the form despite the complications it would have caused.

That lamentation was quickly forgotten however as they began to soar through the skies, the night air whipping around his body as Rylin flew away from the dread fire dragon's lair. As the silver dragon stopped flapping and soared through the air the wind died down enough so that he could tell him that he would be taking him back to his own den and that he would take him wherever he needed to go tomorrow. When Ari was about to ask why his attention was turned to a thick mass of clouds that were quickly flowing through the peaks. A mountain storm... he hadn't even felt it coming and if he hadn't gone to see the fight between that party and Dramsaro it would have made for a very miserable few days holed up in whatever cave he could find to ride it out.

There was also another reason that Ari found himself rather lucky; after his time being the huge dragon he found his confidence bolstered and his lusts for such things only growing, and with spending some time in a den with a silver dragon he might actually find the means to ask about things he had been keeping private. Silvers were known to be the most curious and inquisitive of the bunch when it came to other metahumans as well so it was possible that he could interest him in elven culture in exchange, since he knew the language he gathered that there might be additional interest in there. Plus Rylin seemed to be in a particularly good mood after he had been informed that Dramsaro was dead, and as they started to drift back down towards the mountain he guessed it was probably due to the close proximity to one another along the Southern border.

Once the two landed almost immediately Ari found that there was quite the difference between the two lairs already as this one had an entrance carved out of the ice. He hadn't realized how high up on the peaks they were and the silver dragon apologized that he liked it cold and that the inside would at least be warmer then being out in the storm. The elf actually found that he wasn't that chilled and began to wonder if the magic of the cloak he had was made specifically for traversing these plains, which given where he found it he wouldn't be surprised. That thought was quickly interrupted as they walked past the icy entrance and into the cave proper, which still had frost coating the walls until they got down far deeper inside.

Though there were places where it cut back into the ice it was clear that the silver dragon entertained others that were not creatures imbued with the power of elemental ice. Deeper into the mountain the frost ended and an actual room was set up for smaller beings such as humans or elves, but still had the ceiling space so Rylin could sit there as well. Though he wasn't the biggest dragon he had ever seen, Dramsaro being actually quite a bit bigger alone, the silver dragon still dwarfed most of the furniture and other décor that was scattered about the room. There was a fire pit set into one of the walls and from the sound of whistling that could be faintly heard Ari guessed that the chimney was a crack in the stone of the mountain.

"Alright, go ahead and make yourself comfortable," Rylin said as he gestured around with his paw. "I'm sure I still have a bit of food so I'll see about making you something since you're basically skin and bones. Just be sure not to leave this lair until I tell you; even if that cloak of yours has some means of weather rebuking the storm is going to be a rather nasty one and as the last thing I need is a cute elf ice sculpture adorning this place."

Cute? It took a second for Ari to comprehend what had just been said but by the time he realized it the silver dragon had already turned and made his way up to the icier sections of the lair. Even if he wanted to follow there was no way that he would be able to considering the sheer walls made out of the impossibly smooth ice. Still, even though he couldn't ask about it the fact that a big dragon called him cute had caused the warmth in his body to rise even more as he found himself smiling. Maybe the dragon liked elves as much as he liked dragons, he thought to himself as he gathered up the wood next to the fire pit and started to arrange it, and though Rylin had quite the icy exterior just like his lair maybe he could find a way to warm him up as he wondered where the flint and steel might be to light it.

Just as he finished setting the wood Ari felt the strong urge to sneeze, which when he did it caused him to fall backwards. Hopefully he wasn't getting a cold, the elf thought to himself as he slowly stood back up, but as he got to his feet he noticed that the wood was starting to smoke and smolder. The peculiar ignition had him leaning forward and as he did he was surprised to see that everywhere that looked wet was where the wood had started to turn black as though burned. At first seeing the phenomenon but as his mind worked on where he had seen something like that happened before he was stunned at the answer, knowing that there was no way that what he had just thought of as the solution was what was really going on...

With the wood were the droplets landed disappearing Ari found himself doubting his intuition, but as he stood there watching the smoke dissipate he did think of something that would tell him for sure. Though he felt very silly he gathered up as much saliva he could and spit on the wood in the fire pit. For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen but just as he was about to admonish himself he saw the wet wood smolder, smoke, and then finally light on fire with a large plume. That... that was impossible, Ari thought to himself, if he still did have some of Dramsaro's essence inside him why was it manifesting now?

As the flames started to spring to life Ari found himself starting to sweat, but not from the meager amount of heat that was being generated by the tiny flames he had created. He hadn't realized that the temperature was rising in the room even before he had started gathering wood for the fire and as he took off his cloak he saw that patches of his exposed skin had turned an angry red on his neck and arms. The elf began to panic, especially when he found his breaches starting to tighten and a growing bulge rapidly forming in the front of them. Though he managed to pull them down in time to get them off as his thighs and calves swelled but his feet had already completely filled them and he could see his toes pushing out with the nails thickening to claws. Surprisingly the boots weren't busting though, the leather was actually being absorbed into his growing form and he remembered that magical clothing would often transform with someone that had shapeshifting abilities.

The fact that he seemed to be shapeshifting was more concerning for Ari though as he saw his maleness jutting out, throbbing hard as had grown erect and just kept growing. Maybe... maybe he just needed to cool down, the transforming elf thought to himself, but as he moved forward and felt his spine pop and grow he realized that while his upper body was moving further forward his hindquarters were staying right where they are. The transformation was happening much faster than last time, and while he was at least glad it was being somewhat more proportional about it he nearly fell into the fire pit as the massive horns of the dread dragon pushed out from his still elven head and toppled him to the side. Anxiety about his changes quickly turned to fear as he realized that he was transforming into a creature that the silver dragon seemed to consider his enemy and, even worse, that Dramsaro was much bigger than Rylin as his neck grew to match and found his face nearly pressed against the wall.

Please stop growing, please stop growing, the elf continued to chant the words over as he tried to remain silent while his muzzle pushed out of his lips. He was already so big that he was probably around the same size as the silver dragon and as his tail slithered out from his hindquarters he was pretty sure that it just crushed the bed he was supposed to sleep on. As he looked down he found he was mostly dragon by this point with the swelling muscle on his growing frame pushing up higher and higher until he had to adjust himself so that his head was right at the opening of the cave where it could actually fit. Even if he stopped growing right at this second there was no way that he could get anywhere and eventually the silver dragon would be bound to notice that a massive red dragon was in his guest chambers instead of the elf that he had left there.

As he saw his eyes start to become golden in the reflection of the ice above he could feel his wings start to sprout, then stop moving, and as they were pulled back into his body he saw the draconic coloration leave his sclera. Shortly after the face of the dragon pulled back into his own and he saw his elven visage on the head of a dragon before that started to shrink as well. It was the first time that he was awake to experience his reversion and it felt like steam being released from him, except that it was likely just excess power that couldn't be contained in his elven body. Soon he found himself completely back to normal and wearing only his boots as the tunic he had tried to remove before his chest heaved and swelled with new growth shredded it with his belly scales.

At least I don't have to worry about the cold, Ari joked mentally as he found the cave to be just as warm as he had before even while almost completely naked. When he found that he was completely back to normal with not a trace of the dread fire dragon left he slowly turned around to survey the damage that he had caused. The fire that had just started was completely out and the wood was knocked all over the place, but other then that his rapid growth seemed to have spared most of the stuff that was on the wall. The bed was completely knocked back but it seemed to be quite sturdy and as he tested it he found that the frame was still good, which caused him to breathe a sigh of relief.

As he bounced his hands up and down on the mattress he stopped as he could feel the presence of another, and when he slowly turned around he saw that the silver dragon had come back down and was holding a plate of food in his forepaws that was meant for him. "Getting comfortable I see?" Rylin said, which prompted Ari to grab the cloak that he had tossed aside and put it on. "Hey, if that's how you like it don't let me stop you, though I should have guessed when I first found you in that gold pile."

"Oh, it's... it's not like that," Ari said sheepishly as he continued to wrap the cloak around him. "I just was trying to get comfortable like you said and didn't realize that you would be so quick with the food. I was just, um, starting a fire."

Both the elf and the silver dragon looked at the fire pit and scattered wood pile, then at the torn tunic that was sitting nearby before Rylin looked at Ari in question. "Is there something that you're not telling me here?" Rylin asked as he went over and used his tail to sweep the logs aside and clear a space before putting the food on the nearby bed. "The bed is pushed all the way back too, and considering how meager you are I doubt that you were able to do it by yourself. I'd say you're some sort of werewolf but considering that the room isn't full of shed wolf hair I would say that you're hiding something from me."

"It's... complicated, I think," Ari replied as he found himself rubbing his arm. "I'm not quire sure what's going on, and if I'm going to be completely honest I'm not sure I want to share what it is with you yet. It's not that I don't trust you or anything but there is something strange going on with me and I think that it would be best if I just took some time and figured it out before I jumped to wild conclusions."

Though the silver dragon didn't seem fond of being kept in the dark in his own lair Ari could see a look of curious intent on his face on what it could be. The elf imagined that he probably saw it like some sort of social puzzle, trying to figure out what was going on that would cause such chaos in a room that had been in order only a few minutes ago. While Ari would have probably told Rylin if he had pressed a little harder the dragon seemed to be content on letting it go for the moment. He told Ari that he had to eat anyway or else he would waste away right before him and he wasn't going to let a guest of his die from starvation if he could help it.

Though Ari wasn't particularly hungry he decided to placate his host and had a bit of the food, which was mostly bread and cheese, before he set the tray aside and looked back up at Rylin. "I know that this is rather bold of me asking right after I told you I didn't want to tell you what is going on with me," Ari stated. "But could I ask why you seem to hate Dramsaro so much? I know that there's the whole rivalry thing going on between your clans but it seems that the cut is much deeper than that."

"That is awfully bold of you to ask," Rylin said, watching the elf fidgeting slightly before he patted him on the head with his forepaw and sighed. "No, it's not just the rivalry, Dramsaro was a scourge on the lowlands that border our mountain range and there used to be a city of elves that was a little further up the river marshes that I would visit from time to time while shapeshifted. It wasn't a very big city but it was full of life and laughter and since we share similar lifespans I got to know everyone there for a very long time... at least until Dramsaro had decided that he no longer liked the fact that there was such a place on his territory."

"Wait, you mean... he destroyed it?" Ari asked, Rylin nodding his head.

"Hundred dead, thousands displaced, everyone having to evacuate after Dramsaro finally stopped having his fun as he called it," Rylin explained. "It was at that time I chose to reveal myself in order to see if they could help them myself, but those that weren't afraid of another dragon showing up were angry that I didn't try to stop him when I did. You saw him though Ari, he was an ancient dragon, I may be big but if I had stood up to him then I would probably one of the many carcasses that littered the streets that day."

"I'm really sorry to hear that Rylin," Ari said as he went up and patted the silver dragon on his side. "Did you ever see the survivors again?"

At first Rylin just looked down again, then back up at the elf. "I did make the journey to their new settlement once," Rylin said. "A long time after the attack; no one really recognized me and those who did know who I was didn't even look at me. It's alright though, I don't need them, and they've been through enough without dragons meddling in their life."

No wonder he was so walled off, Ari thought to himself as the silver dragon attempted to laugh it off. The two walked for a bit more so that Rylin would be in a better mood and after quite a while of talking it seemed to have done the trick. He even shapeshifted into his elven form in order to help him stack up the firewood once more and get another fire going. Soon the warm light filled the room and as the elf and the transformed dragon laid there on the rug Ari was surprised when he leaned over and tried to kiss him.

"Oh, sorry about that," Rylin said with a chuckle as he ran his hands through his long silvery hair. "I just thought with you still being naked and all that maybe... you know, that was my bad, been a while since I dealt with social cues and all." As he was about to get up and leave Ari realized that he had just potentially blown his chance to do what he had been thinking about and in a fit of panic he reached over and grabbed Rylin's shoulders.

"No, it's not that!" Ari quickly said, taking Rylin by surprise at the gesture as the elf realized he had to follow up on this or else make things even worse. "I just, I was surprised, and I actually prefer... well.. I was thinking..." Rylin's brows furrowed in confusion as Ari continued to stumble with the words he was trying to say, but eventually a look of realization came over his face followed by a smirk before he pushed the other man away. At first Ari thought that this was it, that Rylin thought he was some sort of freak for lusting after his dragon form, but to his surprise the silver dragon turned back to his original form and leaned back against the wall with his hind legs spread.

"Is something like this more your speed?" Rylin asked, watching as the elf's jaw dropped at the seductive display. "What, you think you're the first dragon lover to come up here? I knew a bronze scale that had someone give them half their fortune just to lay naked with them, and considering you gave me the good news I figure that's worth more than enough for me."

Ari felt his heart pounding in his chest and unsure of what to do, though it seemed the silver dragon had some idea on such relations as he got back on all fours and kissed him on the cheek with his huge muzzle. It felt like he had just had an ice cube pressed against his skin and he found himself smiling as he looked up at the dragon. "As soon as I saw your naked body in that gold pile I knew that you lusted for scaled flesh, and now there's not much that we can do with the size difference but I figured... that we... can..." As Rylin's words trailed off Ari looked at him in confusion, feeling himself growing flushed with both heat and arousal as the dragon was looking further down as a frown formed on his face. "Ari... does your problem have to do with you potentially turning into a dragon?"

"Wait, how do you know that?" Ari asked, feeling increasingly hot as he felt his skin start to turn red.

"It would probably be the three foot dragon dick hanging between your legs," Rylin said with a slight growl as the elf looked down and gasped in shock at the huge ridged member that was practically dangling against the ground, then back up at the silver muzzle that had gotten right next to his face. "I think that it's time you told me what you're hiding, Ari... or should I say, Dramsaro?"

Chapter 3:

Once Ari had convinced Rylin not to kill him, which was a tall order as he was still transforming into the dread dragon while he attempted to calm the silver dragon, he started to tell him the tale of the battle, the ritual, and the subsequent failed possession. When he finished with his most recent transition into the huge fire dragon in a cave not designed to hold such a creature this recent round of changes had slowed and eventually stopped with him being slightly smaller than Rylin with a mix of dragon and elven features. It was bizarre for him to try and speak out of a muzzle that had a tongue bigger than what could hold it once second before suddenly shrinking but having a maw full of teeth but it appeared the fear of being annihilated by the other creature seemed to have the effect of reversing the curse.

As Ari finished up he was once more an elf and still wearing his boots and cloak, both of which had merged with him, and to his surprise the original look of rage and confusion on Rylin's face turned to one of bemusement. "So that's why he was so hard to kill," Rylin mused as he let out a chuckle. "What a fitting fate; after all the elves that he has slaughtered over the years he found his end at the hands of one that had no quarrel with him, it makes me wonder if he was so abrasive on purpose to make sure that anyone who went up against him would have some sort of murderous intent."

"He certainly seemed surprised at the turn of events," Ari replied as he breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad that you believe me. From the way it looked I thought you might kill me because you thought that I was Dramsaro."

Once more the silver dragon chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think Dramsaro would have the capacity to look that pathetic while turning to his ancient dragon form," Rylin explained, the dragon quickly catching himself and looking at Ari. "Sorry, guess I'm still a little abrasive after seeing his face. Anyway it would have been very poor form of me to miss the spiritual presence of the dread dragon, and the idea of an elf taking his body while he's probably watching from the beyond tickles me to no end."

"Well I'm glad that it amuses you, but I can't keep turning back and forth into a creature that you said yourself everyone hates," Ari stated. "I don't even know why it keeps happening; the last time I turned it was because of the ritual and I thought that my body just purged all his essence, but after these last two times I think something it causing me to revert back to his form. Do you have any idea what might cause it?"

"I'm not really well-versed in the magics that Dramsaro was clearly dabbling in," Rylin confessed. "But from what I do know if a ritual backfires and only partially completes it usually latches onto the component that had caused it to do so. In this case Dramsaro made it so that he would take those with anger and rage against him and use it to take them over, since you were the one that did it instead then perhaps it's the same emotional trigger that caused the magic to fail in the first place."

Ari just shrugged at that and said that he didn't really know Dramsaro other than the rumors, and if that was the case it wouldn't make sense if the transformation happened due to indifference. Rylin told the elf to go through what he was thinking the first time that he changed and not to leave out any details. Though it was hard for him to remember with the rush of becoming an ancient red dragon he brought back what he was doing and saying during that time, trying to build the fire while thinking about talking with his host about certain things. After talking about his thoughts on the remarks that Rylin had made about him having a cute elf ice sculpture the silver dragon brought up a paw and made him stop before motioning with his head to follow him.

The silver scaled creature made no indication on what his thoughts were and when Ari asked Rylin just told him to follow and that everything would be potentially answered though. That just left the elf scrambling around the icy cave in his cloak and boots as they made their way through the cave and up into a different portion of the lair. As they went through the icy portions once more he found that he still didn't feel the cold that radiated from the walls, which was likely due to this newfound connection to the plane of fire. It made him wonder just how much of the dread dragon he inherited, though his thoughts quickly shifted to the cavern that he had just been led too.

The entire space was big enough to fit ten ancient dragons and Rylin explained that this was where he would entertain others like him that might come to visit before Dramsaro's reign of terror in the region. Though he couldn't see it Ari could hear the howling wind of the storm outside and guessed that there was an opening somewhere that was probably coated over with a sheet of ice to obfuscate it. Even though he couldn't feel the cold the elf felt himself shiver as he wondered why he was brought here of all places, only to feel the forepaw of the dragon turn him around to face him. The entire time Ari had left his cloak open and Rylin took advantage of that to take his large tongue and lick his entire body in one long slurp.

Ari gasped, not only from the sudden show of affection but that the saliva of the other dragon was cold enough that he could feel it. When he looked down at his body he saw that it had actually frozen on his skin and thought that was the reason that it was becoming discolored, only to have the thin sheet of ice crack away and reveal yellow scales growing underneath. Rylin had figured it out, and as that sinuous tongue coiled around his hips and caused them to bloat he realized too that the trigger for his transformation into a dread red dragon... was lust. It started to make sense to the elf with what the dragon had said about the ritual, with nothing that Ari had personally felt towards the red dragon that had been slain it defaulted to the strongest emotion he had to dragons in general.

Oh crap, Ari suddenly realized as his maleness once more elongated, the flesh stretching out like a python emerging from its nest as it rubbed against the tongue causing it to change, how was he going to live like that? Sure he might be fine in an elven village where he could suppress such things, but how would he explain to the next dragon he might talk to that if the conversation gets too heated he would suddenly become a creature bigger then them with a bad reputation? It was hard for the elf to focus though as the dragon continued to lick him and make him grow in both lust and physically as he tried to grab onto the tongue only for his fingers to already be starting to fuse into paws. The chill that came from each lick only seemed to make the sensations even more enticing to him and as his cloak fused into his body once more he felt himself get turned around and that soft flesh dragged up his back.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Ari managed to ask, shivering as he fell on all fours from his body elongating to the point he couldn't stand as scales started to form on his back.

"You want to rut with a dragon, don't you?" Rylin asked, a soft growl escaping from his throat as he kept up the stimulation to cause a pair of wings to emerge as the transforming elf swallowed hard before nodding. "Well I had a fantasy as well that I didn't think was going to happen until now; while killing Dramsaro would have been just fine for me the entire walk up here I wondered what it would be like to have him beneath me, to be on top of him watching as he let me ride him while he laid there in my complete and total control. The real Dramsaro wouldn't let me do that, but I figure a submissive elf in his body would more than fit the bill."

There was a note of dominance in his voice and Ari could tell that Rylin was greatly enjoying the idea of the red dragon underneath him. What the silver dragon had said was true, compared to the great dragons he would have always seen himself as eagerly letting them take control if he were lucky enough to catch the affections of one of them. Even though this was a completely different scenario to what he had envisioned in his head he wanted nothing more than to have a big strong dragon ravish him, it just so happened that he was becoming a bigger, stronger dragon then the one doing it. But even as his body grew and his muscles thickened with power and strength the dominance that an ancient dragon like Dramsaro might have was lost on him, which was exactly what Rylin was looking for as he got on top of him.

Even though the growth of the elf had been considerable up to that point he was still only the size of a large horse, which compared to the silver dragon was quite the difference in size. His head had almost completely taken on the features of the fire dragon though and from the way that Rylin was huffing and grunting his lusts were quickly taking him over. At this point though he would probably split him in half even there was dragon magic that could keep that from happening, but as he felt the supple silver scales of the other creature's inner thighs press against his body he came up with an idea that would keep his impromptu partner in the mood and maybe even give him more catharsis in the act. As Ari shifted around he heard a snarl come Rylin, only to stop as he nuzzled down the thicker scales of his chest and gave the thick shaft jutting out between the silver dragon's hind legs a lick.

Though it was still too big for him to take in his maw yet the act was not lost on the silver dragon, whose eyes gleamed as he saw the red dragon he had feared for so long between his legs. "So that's what you want, eh?" Rylin said as he reached forward and used his forepaws to wrap around the horns that had just pushed out of the dragon's skull, tilting Ari's muzzle upwards which caused the tongue that had grown past his lips to practically flop out. "You asking for forgiveness for all the pain you caused me?"

"Y-yes," Rylin replied, taking a second as it became hard to form words with his muzzle stretching and bulging out before he was able to speak in draconic back. "I'm sure he'd be... I mean, I hadn't realized how much destruction I was causing until you showed me." As more of the elf's body disappeared among his swelling form, the last patches of skin being covered by scales as his wings and tail thrashed a bit while growing out, both he and the other dragon were able to get more into this bizarre role play. Though it was hard for Ari to do he did try and put in a little of Dramsaro's arrogance in his voice so that it didn't sound too much like a pleading elf in a dragon's body, but it seemed to be working out as he found his proto-muzzle pushed up against the throbbing ridged length.

"I don't think you're sincere enough yet," Rylin said as he took a step back. "You will beg for me to give the honor of taking this cock, and I will not allow you to leave before I do." He's... really getting into it, Ari thought to himself as he watched the silver dragon take a deep breath. When he released it down onto the cavern floor clouds of white poured out and spread along the entirety of the cavern, which as is drifted past his limbs he felt a chill go all the way up from his paws to his new elbows as they were popping into place to give him back his four-legged stance.

When the icy smoke cleared Ari attempted to lift his legs up, only to find that he was unable to. As he looked down at the ground he was shocked to see that Rylin had frozen him to the ground from the forelimbs up, and though he could have used his power to set his paws, which had nearly grown to full size and were already weighing down his still somewhat elven body, he actively pushed himself not to. "You can't just trap me down here like this!" Ari declared, still trying to get into Dramsaro's mindset even though it was vastly different from his own. "I may have tried to make amends but to lower me down by trying to get me to beg you to... indulge in your shaft..."

Ah, there was the horny dragon lover elf in him, Ari thought to himself as he couldn't help but admire the glistening shaft that was presented to his face. Even just the sight of it made him transform further and soon he was almost as big as the silver dragon with his tail and wings growing out enough that it was weighing down his partially developed body. "Your face betrays your words," Rylin said as he took a step forward and rubbed his shaft against the other dragon's mostly-formed muzzle. "Go ahead, suck on it and betray your pride."

Though Ari wanted to act it out a little more the same lust that fueled his transformation also was making his desire insatiable and with his skull still reshaping and swelling out he leaned forward and took that throbbing dragon shaft into his maw. Rylin let out a loud growl of contentment as he leaned forward, feeling the pleasure of that warm maw around his maleness as the dragon beneath him swirled around the sensitive flesh with his tongue. While Ari had always dreamed of doing something like this with a dragon he never imagined that he would be one himself and it was better even then his own self-service session when he had first taken on Dramsaro's form. This spawned a mental image in his head of what it would look like to anyone else to see this ancient red dragon being muzzle fucked by a smaller silver one that had gripped onto his horns and pushed him down.

Even with his size increase Ari was still small enough that the cock that was slid deeper into him had nearly pushed into his throat, which almost as if in response he felt his neck grow longer while the muscles clamped around the silver dragon. With his legs still deliberately frozen in place all he could do was take it as he let out a growl of his own, this one of pure pleasure as he was able to indulge in his greatest fantasy. From the sound of the lustful noises coming from the one above him it seemed that Rylin was in the same boat and after a few minutes of somewhat clumsy thrusting after a little practice and Ari growing even bigger they were able to get to a rhythm as the draconic sounds of grunting and growling turned to gulps and gurgles as the yellow scales of the front of his throat were stretched out with each thrust.

"I... I can't take this anymore," Rylin said suddenly, which before Ari knew it he found his toothy maw empty again as the silver dragon dismounted from his head. Without the scales of the other dragon blocking him he looked back and found that their coupling had pushed him completely into the body of the ancient red that had attempted to take him over, though at the moment he was more concerned with his partner almost manically pacing back and forth. "Ari, I have deceived you, and while I was hoping that perhaps it would remain hidden I can't in good conscience go forward with this lie."

"A lie?" Ari repeated in confusion as he felt the icy bindings melting away from his paws so he could move again. "Rylin, what's going on? What has you so flustered?"

To Ari's surprise Rylin laughed a bit before shaking his head. "To hear that voice say such words is something I may never get used to," Rylin stated, Ari realizing that he was speaking not only perfect draconic but was hearing Dramsaro's voice coming out of his muzzle. "The relationship between myself and the one's body you have was more complicated than the standard one that most of my kind share with is. Do not misunderstand me that he was a cruel and selfish dragon and my feelings of despite were genuine, but much like you I found myself with appetites that were not exactly... conventional. Despite my displeasure of the red dragon I... found himself lusting after his form, much like you do for dragons in general as an elf."

"I see..." Ari said, which as the silver dragon lowered his head he could tell this story was a source of shame for him. "So did you ever, you know, act on those feelings?"

"Are you asking me if I allowed Dramsaro to mount me much like I was about to do to you?" Rylin asked, Ari finding himself grinning sheepishly at the acknowledgement of such a personal question as the silver dragon gave him a wry smirk before it fell away into embarrassment of his own. "I am ashamed to say that I did give into my desires, something that Dramsaro was all to willing to indulge in since that meant a dragon that he could have as his plaything. That's why that morning when I found you I was there in the first place, I had heard the sounds of battle and nothing puts him in the mood more than when he manages to stomp out a group of adventurers, and when you started to turn into him I found myself once more led by my lust for his body to bring you up here."

"This is definitely not something that I was expecting to hear," Ari admitted. "So you laid with him even though you hated him?"

Another loud sigh from the silver dragon confirmed it as Ari could see the shame on the silver dragon's face. "Even when he destroyed that village because he didn't want his plaything distracted by idle fancies I continued to go to him, as you can tell," Rylin confessed. "In fact the night he had done it I was lying asleep on top of that gold hoard of his after we had a particularly intense rutting, which in hindsight I realize that he was so passionate because he knew what he was about to do to me. I suppose the strangest thing was that even when he was an utter bastard when we were together it almost felt real, even though I knew the only dragon that Dramsaro could ever love was himself he at least made an effort to simulate a relationship when we were together."

"Huh, I would have never imagined that a creature like Dramsaro would have a silver dragon as a lover," Ari said, putting his forepaws to his muzzle when he realized he had let his researcher's mind take over when Rylin was pouring his heart out to him. "Sorry, it's just really fascinating to hear this other side of a creature that most people assumed was all fire and destruction. I mean, it sounds like he still was, but at least not to you?"

"I suppose you're right," Rylin said. "It was still lust though, in all honesty when you started to change into him I thought that the gods had given me a gift with this. As I'm sure you can imagine he was the one on top and with an elf I thought that I could turn the tables a little, and I want to be honest that it was really hard to stop when you were like putty in my paws... but I also knew you were trying to be the big bad dragon to soothe something that I had misinterpreted just to get what I want."

The two continued to talk for a bit and Rylin explained that ever since he had moved to this area of the mountain range and found the ancient red dragon in his backyard that he had grown this strange taste for large chromatic dragons. Considering dragon culture he hadn't dared approach but during a chance meeting where the red dragon had thought he was trying to horn in on his territory their fight resulted in Dramsaro discovering the truth about his desires. Since that time the two had met in secret; Rylin making sure no one found out due to the fact that his metallic scaled brethren would never accept such a thing and Dramsaro since he wanted to keep the silver dragon all to himself. When the red dragon had destroyed the village Rylin had gone to the village afterwards, but not to just check up on things but to try and apologize for his role in the carnage.

During their discussions Ari found himself putting a wing over Rylin and as he did he could see that getting what was truly on his chest had managed to make him feel better. While it made the elf glad that he didn't have to pretend to be Dramsaro for some sort of catharsis it did put another facet in their relationship that made things more complicated. With Ari having the body of his former lover and the lusts of the silver dragon clearly still intact for the red dragon it meant that they had to figure out where they were going with this. While the elf wasn't sure what was going to happen to him the fact that even though they had settled down he wasn't transforming back meant that there was a real possibility that he might become the ancient creature permanently.

Even if that wasn't the case if he stuck around with Rylin he would end up becoming a dragon more often then not anyway, especially since the silver dragon had found that their time together and finally having control had caused an excitement layered on top of the lust he already had. But if that was the case then either Ari would have to resume the life of Dramsaro, which meant that everyone would hate him as they would the actual dragon and probably attempt to kill him again, or he would have to stay in hiding. As the two mused on what to do however concerning the other dragons and villages wanting to kill the elf whenever he got horny he suddenly stated that he got an idea. When Ari asked what it was Rylin just got a mischievous grin on his muzzle before he leaned forward and kissed him on his...

Chapter 4:

In the city near the mountain range there was a city that was nestled far enough away to avoid the attention of the dread dragons, though during that night there was a celebration in the street as one of the biggest threats to their land had been killed according to the adventuring party that had done it. After seeing a portion of the hoard they had taken from the ancient red dragon it was enough conformation for those in the town to celebrate. In the jubilation of the city no one noticed the two elves that were walking along wearily, making their way to the town square in order to try and spy if the group that had killed Dramsaro was still there. During the previous night Ari had turned back to his elven form and in order to enact their plan Rylin did the same and the two had spent several nights traveling down with the silver dragon shapeshifted to make sure their surprised stayed as such.

When they got to the town square immediately identified the group, who were already half-drunk or perhaps had been that way ever since they started spending the dragon's money in order to be the center of attention. That was good that they hadn't left town yet; while they didn't necessarily need them having the group that was responsible for the revelry confirm what they were about to do would help them out. With the pieces in place there was just one last thing they had to do as they ducked behind a store that was closed for the night. No one was back there and as Rylin put the bag that they had been carrying Ari once more looked out at the crowd that was just down the alleyway.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Ari asked as he watched Rylin take out a number of black leather straps and put them on the ground.

"These should conform to your size once things get going," Rylin replied confidently as he placed a hand on them and caused the runes that were magically etched into the material to glow slightly. "This is the best way to make sure that they actually listen to us instead of running for weapons and magic, plus I think that these will make you look really good." Ari's eyes widened slightly and it caused Rylin to gasp at his mistake before gesturing to the crowd. As the elf looked back to the throng of people that they were about to do this little performance for his anxiety rose again, but that was for a purpose as he took a second to compose himself before turning back to see the rest of the gear on the floor.

"Should I ask why you knew that Dramsaro had this in his hoard?" Ari asked.

"Not unless you want to get riled up here and potentially destroy these buildings," Rylin replied with a smirk. "Let's just say that the red dragon really enjoyed the concept of me as his plaything, which is good because it's going to hopefully start changing his, which is now your, reputation around. Now I know this is going to be rough but you're going to have to remain as calm as possible and get out of those clothes, even the boots and cloak."

Ari nodded and took a deep breath before pulling off his clothing, his eyes looking around to make sure none of the revilers would come back here to see an elf getting naked. Fortunately with Rylin in his elven form he found it easier to maintain his composure even as he finished stripping down and felt the first piece of gear get put on him. It was an x-harness that had a few extra straps in the back which would be for his wings, and even though the dragon put a bit of his magic into it to activate them early the fact that they were not made for an elf caused them to hang a bit loosely on his body. They were tightened as far as they could go and while it was still ill-fitting it wouldn't fall off of him and that's what they were going for as they moved on to put several sets of wrist, forearm, and bicep cuffs on him.

This was going to leave him incredibly exposed, Ari thought to himself as Rylin worked on putting the cuffs on his ankles, shins, and thighs next. Though it was there for a reason he couldn't help but think that those who would initially see him would get the wrong idea of what they were about to do but he guessed that would help disarm the crowd. Previous to coming down to the town the silver dragon had spoken at length to him about what they were going to do and if he would leave or they would attempt to start a new relationship, which the fruits of that discussion were him lifting up his legs in order to get the jock strap on that caused him to shiver slightly. Other than a loop that hung down just over his rear he was completely exposed and that made Ari almost thankful for the mask and hood that went over his head that came down to just around his neck.

Though Rylin was trying to keep skin contact with the nearly naked body of the elf to a minimum there were times that he brushed up against him, which caused the flesh to redden almost like an allergic reaction. In reality Ari was starting to get used to seeing the silver dragon even in his shapeshifted form and that would cause his transformation to start up if they were touching one another. They learned this the hard way as they were finishing up packing the gear from Dramsaro's lair and shared a kiss while he was in his elven form, only for Ari's face to swell out and horns to begin growing from his head. While it had only lasted a few seconds it was clear that in the few days that they had spent that their attraction for one another had started to manifest in more the physical sense, even though it was a concept they kept at arm's length until they could win over the valley and the metallic dragons with their plan.

"Alright, one last chance," Rylin said once he had finished securing the last strap to the back of Ari's head, which with the hood being as loose to his face as it was would still allow him to communicate for now. "I could take this hood off you and we can disappear back into the crowd, you can go back to the elven lands where its unlikely you'll be aroused enough for your dragon form to reappear and we can continue with the story that Dramsaro is dead and gone."

"Yeah... but as we figured before if I did that then I would never be able to be around another dragon again," Ari replied. "Plus considering I don't feel the need to eat anymore it's clear that my connection to the plane of fire is still active, which means more likely then not my transformation will slowly progress regardless."

"Just wanted to make sure," Rylin stated as he put on one final addition to what Ari had on, his body shuddering as he felt the collar go around his neck. "I think it looks better on you then me personally. You know it's sort of funny; when he had this gear made for me he teased me constantly that he could take me and parade me around the mountainside to show off his little silver slut, so I hope you don't mind that I take great enjoyment in seeing him like this even if I know that it's you inside."

Ari just grinned at that, though he tried to maintain his composure at the thought of it. During the day that they had been formulating this plan the silver dragon found himself enjoying his new position of dominance more and more. Ari didn't mind that he took control since he was technically an elf after all and even his big dragon body didn't change. It was unlikely it ever would, and that was just fine with both of them as Ari put the magical cloak back on while Rylin gathered up his clothing and hid it out of sight. Both hoped that they would be able to come back before the night is out to get it, but that would depend on how the next couple minutes went as the brown-haired elf put his hood up while the silver-haired one grabbed the leash attached his collar and led him back out to the party in the square.

Ari couldn't help but feel extremely nervous as they started to walk out into the street, all eyes on him as Rylin continued to strode confidently to the stage with leash in hand. Though he was supposed to be looking a bit defiant in order to sell the role that he had been assigned he couldn't help but shiver a bit. Most looked at the bound elf in confusion while others chuckled and some even gave him leering looks, and though the reason for their arrival had yet to be reveal it was clear that there were an increasing number of people that looked to them to find out. That was the entire point of making an entrance this way and as they got to the small stage that the adventuring party had set up on to regale people with their tale of heroics even they realized that they were no longer the center of attention anymore.

One of the four, which was a human that Ari recognized as the knight even without his armor, got up from the table and went over to Rylin as he hopped up onto the stage and tugged on the leash for Ari to do the same. "Hey, I don't know what you two are thinking of doing up here," the human said as he waved a hand at them. "But if you're looking to offer something we're good, and if you're about to put on the performance I think you two should go back to an inn."

"I think that you'll find our performance to be one of great interest to you," Rylin replied with a smirk before he turned towards the crowd to address them. "My name is Rylin; I am a silver dragon of the mountains to the east of your fine city, and I've come to show you that while your party is justified the means of which are not. This group has no doubt told you that they were the one's that slayed the red dragon known as Dramsaro?"

"Hey, what are you going on about?!" An elf that was at the table stood up and nearly knocked over the mugs on it as the crowd began to murmur while others answered Rylin's question in the affirmative. "We did kill Dramsaro! Fitch over there cut the bloody thing's head clean off!"

"That may be true, but the dread dragon has far more insidious means of extending his life," Rylin said, once more raising his voice so that everyone around the stage could hear. "I'm sure you realized this, considering the protections that you brought in order to counter act it, but while your group was protected the spirit of the red dragon was not one to be trifled with. Fortunately I happened to sense what happened and while he was in recovery I captured and bound the dragon, which is the one that you see on display here."

"No way," Fitch exclaimed, going up to Ari and looking him over. "This waif of an elf?"

"Indeed it is," Rylin said as he motioned towards Ari. "Behold, I give you the reincarnation of Dramsaro!"

At that introduction Ari could hear the gasps of the crowd and closed his eyes, but as he tried to enact his part of the plan he found himself with a bit of performance anxiety. The idea had been for him to think about the times that he as together with the silver dragon in order to bring up his lust so that he would transform right in front of them, but he had not counted on being half-naked and exposed on a stage in the middle of town while doing so. He had been blushing the entire time he stood there and it was hard to think of anything as his body began to tremble. With nothing seemed to happen the warrior of the group stated that these were just two crazy elves and was about to go and get the guards.

"Ari, what's wrong," Rylin whispered as they could hear the crowd starting to mock them. "Before you were breaking out in scales if I even looked at you with desire. Do you need me to turn into a dragon?"

"I don't know if it would help," Ari whispered back. "I... this is..." Despite trying to keep up the dynamic of Ari being the prisoner of the other elf Rylin put a hand on his shoulder and told him to relax, only to feel the flesh twitch and harden slightly under his touch. When the silver dragon withdrew it they briefly saw the skin had turned red before quickly retracting, which seemed to give Rylin an idea as his eyes flashed silver and his clothes disappeared.

There was a fresh round of hoots and hollers that came up from suddenly having a naked elf on stage, but as Ari looked at him in confusion he could hear the crowd start to gasp as silver scales began to manifest on his body. "Relax and let me help bring out the dragon in you," Rylin said as Ari gasped softly at the touch of clawed fingers on his stomach, which once more caused the crowd to get riled up further as the muscle visibly thickened and his skin turned yellow. "We'll just transform together..."

"Rylin... are you about to do what I think you're going to do?" Ari asked, though it was clear from the nuzzling against his thickening neck that what the elf was thinking would happen was about to. "This is insane... if you do this now it's going to get back to the dragons..."

"Then let it get back to them," Rylin replied with a growl as he reached down and grabbed the growing bulge that was forming in the leather pouch as even the adventuring party stopped and watched in both shock and rapt fascination. "If anything this will confirm the truth, that Dramsaro is mine. That you are mine."

Such dominant words made Ari shudder and as he felt the scales rub against him both bodies were starting to grow bigger as Rylin continued to coax the red dragon out of the elf. The straps that he was bound with began to glow with the runes etched on them as they stretched to conform to his body rather than be absorbed by it like most magical items. Though the anxiety of having people staring at him was still slowing his growth he was starting to get used to it, and as he heard a rumble of pleasure behind him it made him wonder if the silver dragon was enjoying this. To show off his power over the one that had so readily taken it from him... even as his growth started to accelerate Ari could feel Rylin's frame swelling to match with one notable exception growing faster than the rest.

Even with this happening in front of a group of people the lust between the two was quickly growing past the point where either of them cared, and it didn't take long before Ari felt something push between his still elven butt as a nub began to grow into the loop of his restraints. Rylin was ready to show his dominance of him right then and there and as he fell forward he found himself landing on paws instead of hands. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as his fingers bloated out into something far more draconic in nature, though it could have also been from seeing the thick, silver scale covered thighs of the other elf pushing forward. Everyone else was frozen in place and even the guards were cautioned against getting involved in the rutting of two dragons as Ari's gasping grew deeper by the second.

The adventuring party quickly vacated the stage as a silver tail knocked over the table they had been sitting at, both of them getting bigger by the second as the pleasure being fed to Ari was quickly getting him over his initial trepidation. He could feel the straps on his body tighten slightly but otherwise grow with him as the cuffs on his arms stretched when they became his forelimbs, and as scales cascaded down the bloated limbs Rylin reached forward and pressed them together. There was a brief flash of magic from the straps and Ari let out a noise of pure shock as he suddenly found the straps snake around them and bind them together. Suddenly he could no longer utilize his forepaws and as the hardness around his chest was pushed out by the muscles of his chest and shoulders pulsating and swelling he nearly fell face first into the stage.

But even with the entire town fixated on him as he turned into a dragon all Ari could focus on was the thickening cock that was starting to spread him open from behind. While his flanks were turning from elven to dragon Rylin was developing at a faster pace, which caused his hole to stretch and the red dragon to nearly see stars. He felt incredibly full and his own cock throbbed hard as he could feel it still lengthening while buried deep inside of him. It was accompanied by an icy sensation as Rylin grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back up, not only to thrust deeper into him but almost to show off the huge bulge that was stretching out the partially-scale covered stomach of the other man.

Ari could hear Rylin snorting behind him and as he leaned in once more it wasn't just to get in deeper as he felt the forelimbs of the other dragon pressing against his own bigger sides. At this point as he thrusted his cock deep into his tailhole the shifting of the other man's hips made it impossible for him to stand and if he hadn't already been on the stage on all fours he would have been as the silver dragon manifested his form. Ari wasn't far behind though and grunted through the mask that was forming around his growing muzzle as his hips popped into their new configuration, which only served to squeeze the throbbing member inside of him. The pleasure was so intense that Ari was having trouble keeping focused on the task at hand, though for him it was to remain bound and look fierce as his wings began to grow out.

It wasn't long during their rutting that Ari outstripped Rylin in the growth department, his tail nearly reaching the crowd as their growing forms were starting to get too big for the stage to hold. The town square was not made for two dragons and as their lengthening talons started to bite into the wood to gain a hold for their rocking bodies they could hear that it was beginning to collapse. Neither dragon even noticed the destruction and though the silver dragon had sufficiently gotten his partner to completely transform he continued to thrust his hips forward into the one he had mounted. Most of the crowd was also watching as the site of two male dragons, one of them completely bound with the wings that grew out of Ari's back being covered with the rubbery material as he grew into the bindings.

Though Ari could tell that Rylin wanted desperately to orgasm inside of his dragon's tailhole the silver scaled creature let out a deep sigh of both contentment and frustration as he pulled out and nearly caused the red one to fall flat on his stomach. Somewhere during the time of their mating the restraints on his legs had activated too and with his muzzle completely wrapped up in straps that still showed his sharp dagger-like teeth he looked like a force of nature that was just contained. As he let out a huff through his nostrils the heat from it caused the splintered wood in front of him to nearly light on fire before Rylin used a bit of magic to put it out.

The crowd continued to watch in complete fascination as Rylin patted the flank of the restrained ancient red dragon before his head lowered to the human that had originally engaged them. When asked if he knew elven the fighter shook his head, but the mage that had the outburst before tentatively raised his hand and said that he knew it and could translate. That was a relief, Ari thought to himself as he continued to lay there while the exchange took place, otherwise Rylin would have to shapeshift back in order to use the common tongue that he had originally addressed the crowd in. The mage was more than happy to help and as the red dragon laid there, which filled up most of the town square after his transformation, his golden orbs continued to scan the crowd which caused those in attendance to retreat slightly at catching his gaze.

"So now you see that Dramsaro is completely under my control," Rylin said as he leaned his huge head back enough so that his breath didn't knock over those he was talking to or cause frost to form on their clothing. "As such I believe we have to talk about that little claim you staked to his treasure."

"Hey, we got that hoard fair and-" another member of their cloak spoke up, only to immediately stop and hold his hands up when Rylin's draconic visage turned towards him. "I mean, with all do respect, we were the ones that killed him in the first place. Would it be alright if we negotiated, my good dragon?"

Rylin once more looked back to the fighter and mage, the latter of which was still translating for him. "I take it he's your rogue," Rylin asked, the others nodding in agreement as his scaled lips curled up in a wry grin. "I have no intention on taking the entirety of your spoils and have in fact plundered quite a bit of myself originally as recompense for the actions of this one here. Normally I would just leave it to you but there is something that I would like to use the gold for and it will require a substantial amount of it. Therefore since you as you said killed the dragon and I have ensnared what would be his next life, which would have caused severe problems for you in the future, I say that it would be more than fair for us to take an even split."

Though it was clear that the one they identified as the rogue was not fond of losing half their treasure as he huffed and crossed his arms the others more than readily agreed to the dragon's terms, and after they were done the group declared that thanks to their combined efforts the valley was safe from the scourge that was Dramsaro. Though Ari once more was made the bad guy as the ancient red dragon as he heard a round of cheers come up from the masses he was fine with that, technically the one whose body he had taken had the bad reputation and with this new narrative he could start to ease into the aspect that perhaps he was good. While he was sure there would be many that would never trust an ancient red dragon it seemed that many in this town in particular were fine with the current state that he was in.

The party continued on and while many avoided the massive red dragon that sat in the square there were others that were bold enough to go up and touch his scales. With Rylin watching over him there was little need to worry about anyone trying anything, especially given the warning that it was possible for breaking his bindings if he had gotten riled up, and between those two it was enough to keep people behaved around him. Ari was also thankful that the hood and muzzle bindings made it so he didn't have to talk as he wasn't quite sure how much exposure this area had to Dramsaro's conversational skills. The two dragons remained in the square until the sun came up with the silver dragon talking to his new adventuring friends about other exploits they had in the mountains and other potential dread dragons they were thinking of going after.

With the festivities going all night it was no surprise that come morning everyone was still in their homes, the two finally alone as Rylin deactivated the bindings on his legs and wings so that he could walk and fly. While the two didn't want to appear too friendly with one another, Rylin grabbing the lead with his muzzle and tugging it along for Ari to follow him. With his huge red dragon body the former elf found it hard to not have his tail smack into things or his paws to accidently crush something as they carefully picked their way towards the outskirts with the silver dragon briefly shapeshifting back to his elven form to pick up the bag they had left behind. He still had the leash with him when he did it and Ari found himself grinning when he imagined someone looking out of their window to see this small elf leading a gigantic dragon that towered over their homes by a leash.

Eventually the two made their way out of the town and managed to get far enough into the mountains were prying eyes wouldn't see them. As soon as they were alone Rylin reached up and took the hood off of the other dragon, allowing Ari to move his jaws freely as they continued their way up. "Looks like things went rather well on your end," Ari commented while they went through the valley. "I think I have an idea for what Dramsaro's gold is going to be used for, and it's not padding your own hoard."

"I figure since he was the one that destroyed it he could be the one to rebuild it using his own wealth," Rylin replied with a smug grin on his muzzle. "It would be rather poetic, and considering that there are a few trade routes and some resources that were lost when they had to abandon that place I might be able to lure them back. There's no guarantee that they will and even if they do that they'll talk to me again after I let it get destroyed in the first place by lying with its destructor, but if they don't then I'm sure another group will move its way in."

"I think that once we give the same display to your old village that we just gave down there you'll entice them back," Ari commented. "At least it seemed that seeing Dramsaro all tied up gave the valley some sense of relief. Who knows, you might be considered a hero to them once they hear about it."

The silver dragon nodded his head but Ari could sense that there was something else there that was bothering Rylin, which prompted him to nuzzle the smaller dragon on the shoulder before looking at him. "Even with the narrative being that I had subdued and made you into my pet this will still not go over well with the other dragons," Rylin explained. "The chromatics are not going to like that one of their more fierce and powerful kin has become the plaything of a metallic dragon, and the other metallics are going to look at our relationship with distain even with the power dynamic being shifted in my favor. I doubt it would be enough for them to attack us but we're going to have to be very careful in the future when it comes to others..."

Ari found himself nodding as he realized that his life was going to radically change. With the fact that he hadn't changed back into his elven form yet, though seeing Rylin in his draconic form and having the bindings against his scales were making it hard to calm down, it seemed they were right about his body continuing to adapt to the essence of the larger creature. It meant that it was likely that he would eventually be a dragon that can shapeshift back to his elven form, and while he could still go to such villages it meant that he would feel more like an outsider then he already was. To him though losing his elven identity was fine by him, especially if that meant he would be sticking with the silver dragon in front of him as they broke through the forest and arrived at a small plateau.

It took a second for Ari to realize where he was; initially they were going to get above the tree line and then fly up to Rylin's lair, but he saw that they were actually at Dramsaro's instead. When the silver dragon looked back and saw the look of slight shock on his face he chuckled and said that while his abode was big it would probably be uncomfortable for him in his new form, not to mention that the radiant heat coming off him would melt the ice faster then he could refreeze it. Ari found himself nodding his huge head in realization that Rylin was right and as the two walked into the huge cave they eventually got to the hoard pile and he saw the silver dragon scratch his claws through the claim that had been written on it while exclaiming that this place belonged to an ancient red dragon. Ari felt himself blush slightly at this and it grew even more when he was lead by the leash over to the huge pile of gold that he had originally been found in and was told to lie on his back.

The red dragon did what he was told and with the feeling of the gold coins pressing against his scales as well as the sight of the lustful silver dragon on top of him he could feel his cock sliding out of the slit that it had been in. Once more it began to press against the leather pouch that had somehow contained it but as Rylin moved around him Ari felt his forepaw press against it. In short order it was removed and allowed his thick member to spring free, except as the silver dragon maneuvered himself around it was clear it would be sheathed inside something else very soon. Though it was a bit harder for full feral dragons to go chest to chest the smaller dragon was able to position himself so that he was lying on top of the bigger creature with his tailhole pressing against the thick cock.

"I think you deserve a little reward for being such a good sport down there," Rylin said as he managed to get the tapered head of the ridged member to push up into him, Ari gasping as he felt the insides of the other dragon pressing against his length as the silver dragon leaned in. "But it still feels so good to be on top of you that I thought we could give this a try. Go ahead and thrust as much you want, but remember that I'm still the one in charge."

"You got it!" Ari exclaimed exuberantly, his deep voice sounding strange with such a needy tone to it as Rylin continued to lower himself down. With the way that the two dragons were angled on the pile of gold it was a bit hard for the ancient creature even with his muscular form to push up, which meant that the silver was mostly in control of their pace. Just the sight of looking into the face of the silver dragon was enough to get Ari riled up and before the silver could sink too far down he leaned forward and their two muzzles met in a kiss.

Even just the act of kissing caused Ari to squirm in profound pleasure, hearing the coins that were also stimulating him fall around them. It seemed that Rylin knew of the red dragon's enjoyment of treasure around his body as the continued to slide more of them against his head and chest, eventually causing him to get partially buried. The weight of the coins also had another effect that the red dragon hadn't thought of until he tried to move. Between the dragon on top of him as well as the treasure it was getting harder to move, which only excited him more as the entirety of his shaft was engulfed by the tailhole of his lover.

Steam began to rise up between the two as their dichotomous nature of hot and cold caused tendrils to rise up over their bodies, though once Rylin was done plunging his tongue into the huge maw of the other male he leaned back and affixed the straps once more to Ari's muzzle. With the dragon effectively gagged he got another handful of gold coins poured on top of him and soon only his nostrils were exposed as the rest of his upper body was completely covered. If his massive draconic paws weren't straight up in the air and his hips still pumping up to get deeper into the tight tailhole of the other dragon he probably would have been buried entirely, though as his tail attempted to thrash about from the stimulation he found that had gotten pinned by the run off.

It seemed that Rylin wanted to enjoy the treasure of the dragon one last time before they gave it away to rebuild the city, though as the silver dragon pumped his hips up and down on the huge member stretching him open he commented that it wouldn't have to be like that. With Ari restrained all he could do was listen as the dragon commented between pants that with Dramsaro's gold rebuilding the entire city he would be staking his own claim on it, which meant that a portion of the trader and other guild profits would be going back to him. They would rebuild the red dragon's hoard and that would be where they would rut, with Ari enjoying his time being the plaything of the silver dragon who was eager to get him to orgasm. It seemed as though Rylin was going to fit into his new role just fine, Ari thought to himself above the haze of mounting lust, and wondered just how much of Dramsaro rubbed off on him.

Or perhaps Rylin had always been that way, perhaps his lusts after the ancient red dragon were more than just in his physical form. Either way the silver creature seemed to be getting exactly what he wanted and in a way Ari was too. He had always known in the back of his mind that his interactions with dragons may cause him to end up being the servant of one of them, which even metallic dragons often took those of other races and allowed them to serve their needs in exchange for power or some other privilege, but he just didn't count on being one himself when it happened. A particularly hard push downwards that had the scales of the two dragons rubbing together quickly ended his musing and brought him back to the present, where he was about to cum inside the other dragon just like Dramsaro had done so many times before but in an entirely different position.

Once they were done Rylin would take advantage of the trapped state of the ancient red dragon and as soon as he pulled off he would plunge his own cock into Ari's tailhole. They would rut for days and soon rumors of the two began to spread far and wide of a silver and red dragon cohabitating. Those that would investigate would be surprised at the bound up ancient red being the plaything of the smaller silver, and each time it would bring a smile to the two as they put their Rylin's plan into motion.