Black Dragon Isekai: Prologue [M/F, Threesome]
*Pre-Story Announcement: *
Good evening everyone! I really do hope everyone is enjoying themselves at an end to the year and a fulfilling life at the moment. Today marks the beginning of my 28th Birthday and I am happy to celebrate it doing the thing I love and care about! As some of you are aware, I have been going through a very tough time with some family members going through medical emergencies and some losing a dog.
However, with the struggles of this month, I have produced a series of lewd and stories to enjoy as my birthday present to you all!
Please note that Christmas is around the corner, so I will work hard to complete the rest of my work to give you all a lovely gift!
Thank you all and enjoy the next Isekai!
PS: Yes, I have been watching way too many Isekai. If you really want me to display some inspirations of the work, I have the next chapter on standby!
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PPPS: Big WTF moment, SoFurry's formatting has struck again. If you see a break in the structure of a paragraph, this is SoFurry's system getting mad at another copy/paste situation. To that end, I do apologize and I will be trying to fix it.
Black Dragon Isekai
Prologue: Reborn
In the heart of an ancient, sprawling forest, where the sun's rays fought to pierce the dense canopy, Ash's consciousness flickered to life. A dull, persistent ache throbbed in his head, worse than any hangover he ever had. His entire body was filled with a soreness, every muscle aching as if he had traversed mountains in his slumber. A fog of confusion enveloped his mind, obscuring the events that had led him to this moment.
His eyes, heavy and reluctant, opened to reveal the environment around him. Sunlight filtered through the lush foliage and danced in patches on the forest floor, creating a mosaic of light and shadow. The air was rich with the scents of damp earth and ancient wood, a stark contrast to the concrete and pavement he was so used to sleeping on. Yet, in his bewildered state, Ash couldn't quite grasp the reality of his situation. The forest, with its towering trees and the symphony of wildlife, made his emotions swell in discomfort.
"Where am I?"
Driven by this question, he attempted to lift his head, an action that should have been simple but now felt wrong and unfamiliar. As he raised his head, a wave of dizziness washed over him, his vision swimming before it cleared.
Realizing that he was lying on his back, Ash felt an unusual pressure against the forest floor, a sensation so alien it only deepened his confusion. It was then, in the midst of his struggle to move, that his eyes caught a glimpse of something utterly surreal. There, extending from what he perceived to be his body, was a vast expanse of black scales, each one glistening in the dappled sunlight like polished obsidian. The scales covered a massive, muscular form, sprawling outwards and downwards in a way that was completely foreign to his human anatomy.
Then he realized how he was able to look at himself. With his reptilian neck, Ash was able to see his body in an angle he believed was only possible in a video game. _"This is too weird... am I...?" _He asked himself, cutting himself in thought as he looked down.
His gaze traveled along this bizarre new form, leading him to a long, powerful tail that lay coiled beside him. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine - or at least, down the spine of this colossal body he now seemed to inhabit. The tail was thick, covered in the same gleaming black scales, and ended in protrusions that looked like webbed fins. He could tell they were webbed fins, or frills for that matter.
As his bewilderment grew, Ash tried to move, and that's when the full reality of his situation began to dawn on him. His body responded in a way that was entirely different from his human experience. He felt powerful muscles contracting and relaxing beneath the scaly skin, a quadrupedal body structure that was in stark contrast to his bipedal human form. Ash had to force himself to train his mind to recognize how to move and how to pad himself along the ground.
Struggling with the unfamiliarity of his new form, Ash found it difficult to coordinate his movements. His mind, still entrenched in human pattern recognition, grappled with the reality of controlling a body so vastly different from his own. He focused, trying to connect mentally with each part of his new dragon form.
Ash began by willing his forelegs to move, feeling an odd disconnect at first before he felt the spark of nerves kicking into his head. It was like learning to walk all over again, but now as an adult instead of a babe or a child. The muscles in his legs were powerful, each movement sending ripples of strength through his massive frame. He felt the sharpness of his claws digging into the soft earth, and realized how sharp they were when three inches of dirt were carved like soft grain. Slowly, he managed to lift one leg, then the other, the motion clumsy but gradually becoming more coordinated.
Next, he shifted his attention to his tail. The long, muscular appendage seemed to have a life of its own. By concentrating, Ash could feel every segment of it, from the heavy base to the frilly tip. He tried moving it, swishing it from side to side, the motion stirring up leaves and small debris on the forest floor. The tail moved with a surprising agility and the feeling of touch tickled the balance of his body.
"Is this how cats feel with their long tails?" Ash chuckled to himself in question and self-imposed humor.
His attention then turned to the scales that covered his body. Each scale was a small shield, cool and smooth to the touch. Ash ran his consciousness over them, marveling at how they interlocked perfectly, forming a formidable armor. The sensation was a far cry from the vulnerability of human skin, a strength he found great and humbling.
Finally, Ash explored his wings. He could feel them folded at his sides, the weight and texture so alien yet a part of him. With a tentative thought, he coaxed them to unfold. The wings stretched out, massive and long, casting long shadows on the forest floor. He flexed them, feeling the powerful muscles and the stretch of the membrane. The sensation was overwhelming, making him inhale through his snout and exhale through his maw.
He was indeed a dragon, black and strong as they came. Ash did not understand why this was the case, yet in his mind, he tried to understand whether or not he was a certain class of black dragon, a unique breed, or one or the other.
As Ash lay in the midst of the ancient forest, his enormous, black-scaled body a stark contrast to the life he once knew, a life he did not want to think about. He had been a prominent Computer Engineer, but his career had come to an abrupt and bitter end. The memory of the layoff was still vivid in his mind, a painful reminder of how quickly life could unravel.
The day he was fired was etched in his memory. It was orchestrated by two HR representatives, Susan and Richard, who seemed to have specifically targeted him for reasons he could never understand. Their expressions had been demeaning and sinister to the core, citing downsizing and financial cuts even when Ash knew the company was not in a financial strain in the slightest, but he could see it in their eyes. They were going to fire him, no matter how much he negotiated or pleaded his case.
The aftermath of that day was a blur of misfortune. Without his job, Ash struggled to keep up with his bills, the financial strain like a weight around his neck. It wasn't long before he faced eviction, his possessions reduced to what he could carry, his home nothing but a memory. The streets became his next living arrangement as he could not keep up with the market and the recession. It was a harsh and unforgiving world that was miles apart from the comfort and peace he felt now.
To add to his woes, his relationship crumbled under the strain. His girlfriend, unable to cope with the drastic change in their circumstances, left him for a coworker. It was a blow that hit harder than the loss of his apartment and job combined. Ash had loved her deeply, and the resulting action left him shattered and broken for many days since.
In those days, Ash felt like he had hit rock bottom. His life, once full of promise and ambition, had disintegrated into a struggle for survival, each day a battle against despair and hopelessness. He remembered wandering the streets, lost in a haze of misery, wondering how everything had gone so wrong so quickly.
Now, as he lay in the forest, recalling the memories of his past, Ash grew slightly happy that this was his second chance. A chance to start anew, to rise from the ashes. Was this a dream or was this what his dying mind was thinking about before death claimed him?
_"No way to tell from here. Let's get moving Ash, find out where this world leads you." _
Resolved to adapt to his new existence, Ash decided to move and find shelter, some place where he could gather his thoughts and plan his next steps. He started by focusing on the most basic of tasks: walking.
The sensation was very strange, like eternally doing bear crawls with a broken back. However strange it was, Ash grew more accustomed to the weight and rhythm of his draconic body. He could feel his mind adjusting to each lift of the claw, the pressing forward of his hind legs, and the soft guidance of his tail letting him move quickly and efficiently in the path he took.
As the dragon pressed forward, the forest floor trembled slightly under his massive form as he moved, the strength in his legs becoming more evident. He maneuvered around trees and over underbrush, gaining confidence with each stride. The thick foliage brushed against his scales, a reminder of how different his interactions with the world had become.
After some time, Ash's attention turned to his wings. The thought of flying scared him, but the idea of flying anywhere was quick, effective, and made any trip easier and far more exhilarating. He unfurled them slowly, feeling their full span stretch out to get the feeling of stretching the limb he never knew. Immediately, he flapped them, a gust of wind stirring the leaves around him. The sensation of air flowing beneath his wings was a new one, but the more he got used to it, the more he could practice and gain his overall objective:
Flying.
Encouraged, Ash decided to attempt a short glide. He found a small clearing and, taking a deep breath, he leaped into the air, wings beating powerfully. The first attempt was clumsy, more of a controlled fall than a glide, but it was a start. He landed with a heavy thud that echoed through the forest, with him groaning as the air left his chest the second he impacted the ground. He was on his back, groaning and moaning while on top of the crater he made.
"So this is how Loki felt after Hulk defeated him... ugn..."
After waiting for the air to come back into his lungs, Ash would try again. This time, he managed to stay aloft for a few moments longer. He felt a surge of freedom at this accomplishment, a taste of what his new form could do. Each attempt saw him improving, slowly learning to balance and control his movements in the air.
Ash continued to practice, each attempt growing in confidence and duration. He learned to adjust the angle of his wings, to use the currents of the air to his advantage. The short glides turned into longer ones, and though he was far from mastering the art of flight, he felt a growing sense of optimism.
As Ash ventured deeper into the dense forest, the terrain gradually shifted. The trees thinned out, giving way to a more rugged landscape. In the distance, he could see a mountain range, its peaks shrouded in mist, a majestic backdrop to this strange new world. His dragon's eyes could see the details crisply, even from afar, marking a stark contrast to his former human limitations.
While navigating this changing environment, Ash sensed a disturbance. It was vague and indistinct, a ripple in the natural harmony of the forest that set his instincts on edge. Curiosity mingled with caution as he decided to investigate, moving closer to the source of the disturbance.
As Ash neared the source of the commotion, he saw a tense scene unfolding in a clearing ahead. A group of foxmen, their features a blend of human and vulpine traits, had cornered two slender, green-scaled aquatic drakes. The drakes, with their lithe bodies and shimmering scales, appeared out of their element, trapped against a large boulder. The foxmen, armed with spears and crossbows, seemed intent on capturing or killing the drakes.
Hiding behind the thick foliage, Ash observed the standoff. The foxmen moved with a predatory grace, their eyes sharp and their ears twitching at every sound. The drakes, on the other hand, looked frightened and defensive, their bodies tensed for an opportunity to escape.
As Ash made his decision to intervene, he stepped out into the open, his massive, black-scaled form emerging from the cover of the trees. He towered over the clearing, an imposing figure of draconic might. His intention was to speak, to use words rather than force, but as he opened his mouth, something unexpected happened.
A strange twitch flickered through his mind, a sudden, inexplicable knowledge that altered his intent. Words formed, not in the human language he was accustomed to, but in a tongue that seemed to resonate with the very essence of his dragon form. It was a deep, rumbling language, each word echoing with the power and authority of a creature born from legend.
"Back away from my kin," Ash's voice boomed, deep and resonant, vibrating through the air and the ground. The sound of his own voice startled him; it was so different from his human voice, imbued with a weight and timbre that was otherworldly.
The foxmen froze, their ears flattening in surprise and fear. They turned to face Ash, their eyes wide with shock at the sight of the black dragon before them.
Before he could finish his plea for peace, the tension snapped. Reacting in a mix of fear and defense, one of the foxmen with a crossbow, his hands trembling, released an arrow towards Ash.
The arrow, however, proved futile against Ash's formidable dragon scales. It bounced off of his scales, causing no harm to the massive beast that was Ash. The realization of their weapons' ineffectiveness against the dragon momentarily stunned the foxmen. In that brief moment of surprise, Ash noticed a couple of foxfolk redirecting their aim towards the drakes, deciding to eliminate what they perceived as the easier targets. The sight triggered a primal, protective instinct in Ash.
With a powerful surge, Ash launched himself forward, moving with a speed that belied his massive size. He leaped towards the first foxfolk who was raising his crossbow at the drakes. The foxman barely had time to react as the dragon's enormous form descended upon him.
Ash's maw opened wide, revealing rows of sharp, deadly teeth, and he bit down on the foxman with a force that was both swift and lethal. The sound of bones crushing under the immense pressure of Ash's jaws filled the air, a gruesome testament to the dragon's raw power. The taste of ripped flesh and warm blood filled his mouth, a visceral wound that cut through the fox as its torso was ripped from his body, creating a spray of blood that
The clearing erupted into chaos. The foxfolk, witnessing the brutal death of their companion, were struck with terror. Some scrambled to flee, while others, driven by shock and rage, continued their futile attempts to harm the dragon.
The violent turn of events set off a chain reaction. A few of the foxmen, driven by a mixture of fear and a desire for revenge, rushed towards Ash, their daggers drawn, glinting menacingly in the dim light of the forest. They moved with a desperate, reckless courage, intent on attacking the dragon that had just killed one of their own.
Ash, still reeling from the shock of his own violence, reacted instinctively to the oncoming threat. His tail, a powerful and now lethal weapon, moved with a swift, deadly precision he hadn't known he possessed. As one of the foxmen lunged at him, Ash whipped his tail around with incredible force. The sharp, spiky end of his tail, sharper than any blade, struck the foxman with brutal efficiency. It tore through the attacker with such force that it killed the foxman instantly, his body falling to the ground in a lifeless heap.
The realization that his tail was a weapon of such deadly capability hit Ash with a new wave of horror, but there was no time to process it. Another foxman was already upon him. Ash lunged forward, his massive claw swiping through the air. The claw connected with the third foxman, its sharp talons tearing through flesh and bone with gruesome ease. A large chunk of flesh was ripped away, flying through the air and striking a fourth foxman, momentarily blinding him with blood and gore.
The clearing was now a scene of utter chaos and terror. The remaining foxmen, witnessing the devastating power of the dragon, were overcome with fear. Their resolve shattered, they began to flee, scrambling away in a frantic bid to escape the wrath of the black dragon.
Ash, standing amidst the carnage, came to his senses the moment the foxfolk fled the scene. Right then and there, a sense of despair washed over him. He had not wanted this. He had sought to protect the drakes, not to become a killer. Yet in defending himself and the drakes, he had unleashed a side of him that was savage and deadly.
In the aftermath of the fight something dawned on Ash. His draconic instincts had given way to his human conscience. The magnitude of what he had done hit him with overwhelming force. He had killed, not in cold blood, but in a primal response to perceived threat. Yet, the consequence remained the same - he had taken lives.
Ash's breaths came in ragged gasps, his massive chest heaving as the reality of his actions set in. His legs, though powerful and sturdy, trembled beneath the weight of his guilt, threatening to buckle. He was a dragon in form, but the man inside him was grappling with a sense of horror and grief. Those foxmen were not just faceless enemies; they could have been fathers, brothers, husbands, and sons. His actions, however unintentional, might have created widows and orphans, leaving those who were in need doomed to starvation or even a painful end.
The forest, which had been scene to a fight moments ago, now seemed eerily silent. Ash looked around at the fallen foxmen, chunks of flesh that were once people. He struggled to reconcile his human morals with the brutal instincts of his dragon form. One justified his actions while the other condemned them.
As a dragon, he possessed power beyond anything he had known as a human, but with that power came a responsibility he was only beginning to comprehend. The line between self-defense and needless violence was thin and easily crossed, and he had just experienced how quickly he could turn from a peaceful dragon, to a murderous one.
Ash wondered if there was a place for him in this world, where his mere presence could lead to peace and sanctity of life; not needless death. In this moment of profound distress, he felt a surprising and gentle sensation against his sides. The two aquatic drakes, the very creatures he had strived to protect, were nudging him with their bodies in a show of comfort and gratitude.
These drakes were beautifully unique creatures, quadrupedal and sleek, their bodies designed for an aquatic life. They had no wings, but their streamlined forms and smooth, green scales were perfect adaptations for swimming. Their eyes, large and expressive, conveyed a depth of intelligence and emotion.
Ash looked down in surprise as one of the drakes, her voice soft and melodic, spoke in a tongue he strangely understood. "Thank you for saving us from the hunters," she said, her gratitude evident in her tone.
Before Ash could respond, he noticed the other drake moving towards one of the fallen foxmen, her jaws opening as if to feast on the body. Reacting quickly, Ash said, "No, do not feast on the dead." To his relief, she stopped, looking up at him with curiosity.
The first drake, puzzled, asked, "Why? They sought to harm us."
Ash, feeling a deep sense of respect for the fallen, despite the conflict, replied, "They were fighting for their own people, just as I fought for you. They deserve the respect of a proper passing, one that their kin will give them."
The drake who had initially moved towards the fallen foxman looked perplexed by Ash's reasoning, her understanding of such concepts seemingly limited. "If that is what you wish," she said, her tone reflective.
The other drake then spoke up, looking to the black dragon before her. "Come, we will take you to the den." Ash, feeling the need to distance himself from the scene of conflict and the turmoil it stirred within him, nodded in agreement. The idea of a sanctuary, however temporary, was appealing, especially in his current state of mind.
He followed the drakes as they led the way, their movements graceful and assured. The forest around them seemed to close in, providing a natural veil of privacy and protection. As they journeyed, the vegetation gradually changed, hinting at the proximity to a water source - likely the natural habitat of the aquatic drakes.
Led by the drakes, Ash found himself at a breathtaking waterfall, its waters cascading down into a serene pool below. He looked around, confused, wondering where the den was. His question was answered when the drakes, without hesitation, leaped gracefully into the small body of water beneath the waterfall. It seemed that the entrance to their den was hidden beneath the cascade, a secret known only to its inhabitants.
Ash hesitated at the water's edge. His massive, scaled body was built for power and might, not for the delicate art of swimming. Moreover, the idea of submerging into the unknown depths was daunting. But trusting the drakes, he took a deep breath, summoning his courage, and leaped into the pool.
The impact of his massive form sent ripples across the water, and for a moment, Ash struggled. His instincts urged him to swim like an alligator, using his powerful tail to propel himself forward, but his movements were clumsy, uncoordinated. The weight of his body and the unfamiliarity of his form in the water made the task more challenging than he had anticipated.
However, as he flailed, trying to find his rhythm, Ash noticed something remarkable. He didn't feel the urgent need to resurface for air as he had expected. His dragon physiology, it seemed, allowed him to remain underwater for much longer than his human form ever could. This realization brought a sense of relief and encouraged him to keep trying.
Gradually, Ash started to get the hang of moving in the water. His movements became more fluid, his powerful legs and tail working in tandem to navigate through the aquatic environment.
As Ash awkwardly paddled through the water, his movements unrefined and clearly those of a novice in this new element, the drakes watched him with an expression that was a mix of amusement and patience, much like elders observing a child's first steps. Their familiarity with the water was evident in their graceful, effortless movements, a stark contrast to Ash's cumbersome attempts.
Despite the challenges, Ash persisted, driven by a determination to adapt to his new form. The drakes, sensing his struggle, swam close to him, guiding him gently but firmly. They seemed to understand that he was out of his element and needed their support to navigate through the aquatic environment.
As they led him deeper into the waterfall, Ash followed their lead, his confidence growing with each stroke. The water cascaded around them, creating a mesmerizing curtain that concealed the entrance to the den. The passage itself was an underwater tunnel, leading to a slightly submerged brine - a hidden sanctuary protected by both the waterfall and the surrounding body of water.
Emerging from the tunnel, Ash found himself in an extraordinary space. It was a cavernous area, just partially submerged, with portions of the den rising above the water level. The ceiling of the cavern was high, allowing ample room for Ash's large form. Bioluminescent algae and aquatic plants cast a soft, ethereal glow throughout the space, creating an ambiance of tranquility and otherworldliness. He would soon get out of the water and climb onto a large, open space outside of the pool of water that was the entrance to the cave. A series of stone pillars surrounded most parts inside, which provided shelter against predators while still offering enough visibility to allow occupants adequate freedom of movement within.
He knew they were hidden from the world, underneath a waterfall and within a riverside cavern.
As Ash settled into the serene environment of the den, he noticed a captivating feature of the drakes that he hadn't seen before. Their bodies began to emit a soft, bioluminescent glow, bathing the underwater cavern in a spectrum of ethereal light. This glow accentuated the sleek lines of their bodies and highlighted the intricate patterns on their scales.
The vibrant coloration of the drakes was mesmerizing. It reminded Ash of the sci-fi animals from a movie he remembered, particularly the way those creatures radiated luminous colors in the darkness of Pandora. The drakes' bioluminescence painted them as creatures of both the water and the light, blending beautifully with the shimmering algae and aquatic plants in the den.
Ash couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at their stunning display. His own black scales, though majestic in their way, seemed plain in comparison to the dazzling light show the drakes naturally presented. The colors they emitted were not just beautiful but also served a purpose, perhaps as a means of communication or as an adaptation to their unique habitat.
The drakes moved through the water with a graceful ease and climbed onto the rocky and flat platform the black dragon was on, their glowing forms casting dancing reflections on the walls of the cavern; they would move close to him and pressed themselves close to his scales. Ash watched them, a slight smile forming on his face as he appreciated the beauty and wonder of these creatures. Their bioluminescent display was a stark contrast to the darkness outside and a reminder of the diverse and magical nature of this world he was now a part of.
As Ash observed the drakes in their radiant, bioluminescent beauty, he couldn't help but express his admiration. "You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with genuine interest.
One of the drakes, her glow a mesmerizing hue, responded with a hint of surprise in her tone. "You think so? But you... you look far better. It's unusual for a dragon to find beauty in us. Dragons typically see us as tools, means to their own ends."
Ash was taken aback by her words. "Why would you think that?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
The drake replied, "In our experience, dragons are self-centered, concerned only with their own power and needs. They rarely pay attention to the likes of us, unless we are of use to them."
Ash felt a pang of sadness at her words, understanding the depth of their experiences with other dragons. "I am not like them," he assured her. "I genuinely care about your well-being. I see you not as tools, but as beings deserving of respect and kindness."
This confession seemed to take the drakes by surprise. They exchanged glances, a new light of curiosity and wonder in their eyes. Slowly, they started to approach him, their movements graceful in the water.
As they drew nearer, Ash noticed something remarkable about himself. He too was glowing, his own scales emitting a bioluminescent light. It was a vibrant purple coloration, rich and deep, adding a new dimension to his already imposing presence.
The realization made him pause, his eyes widening in amazement as he observed the glow emanating from his body. "I... I am glowing too?" he asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes," one of the drakes confirmed, her voice tinged with amusement. "You are as much a part of this world's magic as we are. Your color is magnificent."
Ash looked at himself, observing the purple light that bathed his scales in an otherworldly glow. He felt a surge of gratitude and pride. The drakes had brought him to a place of refuge, where he could begin to understand his new form and his place in this world. He was no longer alone, no longer a draconic outsider. He had a place where he could be himself, to learn and grow and make a true home.
The drakes, sensing his emotions, moved closer to him. They surrounded him, their bodies touching him with a gentle affection. His scales glowed brighter, casting a beautiful, ethereal glow around his form. The bioluminescence seemed to blend with the rest of his body, creating a sense of wholeness and beauty that was otherworldly and breathtaking.
The two drakes, feeling a deep sense of warmth and belonging, curled up against Ash's side, resting their heads on his shoulder. He lay in the water, basking in the glow and the love he received from his newfound companions. For the first time since his arrival in this new world, he felt at peace. The sadness and guilt he had carried from the violent incident at the riverbank began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance.
As they basked together, their breaths slowed and synchronized, their bodies becoming still, intertwined in this serene, picturesque setting, Ash couldn't help but gaze at the calmness the drakes exhibited. However, a scent started to enter his snout that made his nostrils flare. It was natural musk, coming from the drakes themselves. Their sweet aroma invaded every corner of space near its source, making him aware of all things nearby: including itself. This overwhelming fragrance became overpoweringly intoxicating, driving out any thoughts except those related directly towards mating and reproduction... and he realized what he was smelling:
Pheromones.
He knew what happened next without being told as the black dragon's mind went blank except for the knowledge of his actions. Slowly, Ash noticed something large and thick began to emerge from inside the slit between his legs, growing as it did so. The drakes' own scents grew more intense, furthering his arousal. His shaft grew and lengthened until it stood out proudly in front of his crotch, causing him to sniff at himself. Arousal overcame caution as his musk overwhelmed the potent aromas emitted by both partners within reach.
As he observed his length, Ash had never seen a draconic reproductive organ before, let alone one so massive and imposing. It was easily the size of his arm, thick and long with a smooth texture that glistened slightly. Its surface gleamed faintly blue under the ambient lighting provided by the underwater environment.
A primal need drove him forward, urging him to mate and breed the two drakes that were nestled against his sides. He could feel the urge to mate pulsing through his veins, the desire to procreate consuming every thought. The pheromones in the air only served to intensify his lust, fueling his already powerful instincts. As if guided subconsciously, his right claw would soon caress the cheek of one of the drakes. Without hesitation or reservation, she leaned forwards - allowing access -and nuzzling softly into his neck.
With the affection of the drake nuzzling into him, Ash's length twitched visibly. He felt her head brush lightly against its side, and the dragon had to suppress a shiver at the sensation. His shaft continued to grow in size until it stood at attention, throbbing and eager for action. There was a hunger that grew in his mind, one that was possessive and tempting. It gave him the guidance he needed, leading him down onto a position above the female and where she laid on her back submissively.
He didn't need to think about what to do... instinct guided him on what he needed to do...he simply acted upon them.
A low, rumbling growl escaped from the depths of his chest as he leaned over towards the drake who had just nuzzled against his neck. His muzzle found hers, and the two dragons pressed their snouts together in an affectionate nuzzle. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her body, and he let out another deep, possessive growl.
"I will make you mine," Ash murmured softly, his voice thick with desire. He could feel his cock pulsing and twitching with anticipation.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly, baring her throat to him in submission. Her tail swayed gently from side to side, brushing up against his leg.
Ash lowered his head towards the drake's neck and began licking and nuzzling at her scales. She responded with a soft whimper, tilting her head further back and exposing more of her vulnerable throat. His tongue traced along the underside of her jaw, causing her to shiver in delight.
As he continued to explore her body with his tongue, Ash's cock throbbed impatiently. He needed to be inside her. Now.
Without further delay, he moved forward so that the tip of his shaft brushed against her slit, teasing her entrance. The drake let out a soft moan at the contact, arching her back slightly as she pushed back against him. He growled softly as he felt her warm, slick folds enveloping the head of his cock. It was all the encouragement he needed.
With one powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her in a single motion. She cried out in pleasure as she felt his cock filling her, stretching her inner walls to their limit. Ash groaned as he felt her inner muscles clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper. His entire length throbbed within her, eager for more. With no resistance whatsoever, he pulled slowly backwards then plunged hard again. Each time he withdrew, he slammed home once more. Breathless cries erupted forth when the male finally sunk his entire length into her wet folds, with nothing left unused.
Her claws dug into his shoulders as she clung to him tightly, her tail wrapping around his leg as if to hold him in place. She gasped and moaned with each thrust of his hips, her body responding instinctively to the pleasure he was giving her. She arched her back and spread her hind legs further apart, allowing him to penetrate even deeper inside her.
His shaft was growing larger as it continued to expand, stretching her pussy wider with each thrust. It felt like she was being split open by an enormous cock, and it was driving her wild with ecstasy. In turn, Ash revels in this new feeling while pounding harder and faster now.
The drake's body tensed as she reached climax, her muscles spasming uncontrollably around his member. Her grip on him tightened, her claws digging into his scales as she writhed beneath him in pleasure. A guttural cry spilled past those sharp teeth, muffled between grunts while her aquatic flesh quivered wildly underneath his own muscular form. No words can describe such blissful sensations as they wracked across both bodies' frames. All thoughts ceased except pure physicality: there wasn't anything else but raw animalistic sex taking part there.
Their tails intertwined instinctively, entwining themselves almost completely without conscious effort. Their tongues danced playfully amongst breaths shared whilst gasps echoed throughout the cave. They fucked furiously; neither able nor willing to slow things any longer. Every inch of scale became soaked in sweat, leaving behind streaks wherever possible. Eventually though, exhaustion set itself firmly enough among these animals, and the end was quickly approaching.
Ash roared as he released his seed deep inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky fluids. He buried himself deep into her pussy as his shaft throbbed inside her, pumping load after load into her womb. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking every drop of semen from him. Her whole body trembled beneath him, her muscles spasming uncontrollably as she orgasmed again.
As their orgasms subsided, Ash collapsed onto the drake, panting heavily. They lay together for several minutes, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness. Eventually though, Ash rolled off of her and lay beside her, watching as his seed leaked from her slit. He stared intently at it dripping from between her folds, fascinated by the sight of his own fluids spilling out from her. He licked his maw hungrily, savoring the taste of her scent in his senses.
However, not one to be outdone, the other drake, a radiant green female, approached Ash from the side, rubbing herself against him suggestively. She purred softly, nuzzling against his snout before climbing on top of him, straddling him. Ash growled softly, his cock beginning to harden again at the drake's touch. She smiled mischievously as she positioned herself over his erect shaft, lowering herself onto it. Ash groaned as he felt her tight pussy wrap around his cock, squeezing it firmly. She began grinding against him, rocking back and forth as she rode him.
Ash growled deeply as he bucked his hips upwards, thrusting into her. She gasped and moaned, throwing her head back as she bounced on his shaft. Her tail swished excitedly behind her, slapping against the ground with each movement. Ash grabbed hold of her hindquarters, pulling her closer as he thrust harder into her.
Her moans turned into screams of ecstasy as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around his cock. Ash roared as he reached orgasm as well, pumping his seed into her womb. She collapsed onto him, panting heavily, her body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
Ash panted as well, staring at her flushed scales. "That was amazing," he murmured, nuzzling against her and then laid a claw on the other drake. "And you too," he panted. His gaze shifted down towards where cum dripped freely below, smiling widely when its aroma waft through his nostrils. The stench filled him once more, making desire swell within him all anew.
Both drakes purred happily, curling up against him and nuzzling against him affectionately. Ash wrapped his arms around them protectively, holding them close as he drifted off to sleep. As he lay amidst the aquatic drakes, his massive form curled gently around them, the light of their scales filtered through the water above cast a serene glow over the group. Ash's mind, once filled with the pain of his previous life, was now gifted with the primal instincts and responsibilities of his new form. He was given a fresh start, a new life. The power he wielded as a dragon was vast and great, paired with the wisdom and intelligence of his understanding of black dragons as a base race.
For the first time since he arrived in this new world, Ash felt at peace. He had found a place where he belonged.
The dragon breathed slowly and deeply as he slept, his powerful body curled protectively around the drakes. The two drakes, nestled close to him, breathed softly as they cuddled with their guardian, their master... their breeder.
As Ash lay there in the embrace of his newfound companions, he couldn't help but think about what had led him to this moment. He had lost everything that he'd once held dear: his home, his job, his friends and family. He had been cast out and left to fend for himself in a world that was strange and unfamiliar. But now, after all he'd been through, Ash felt a deep sense of belonging. He had found a place where he could truly be himself, a place where he could explore his new heritage and make a family of his own.
In this new life, Ash made a new promise: To make sure that none of the drakes around him would ever feel like he did before:
To Be Alone.
It was a promise that he intended to keep.