Dragon Essence
A while ago I wrote several stories as part of a daily story challenge. I've been wondering if I should post them at all, since they are decidedly more like lemons than actual stories, but several of my friends have recommended I share them anyway. I will be posting one a week for the next few weeks. As usual, I don't really care about spelling or grammar, please restrict comments to the story itself. This is the third story in this upload series.
A sleeping dragon is nothing to trifle with. Most dragons you see are exceptionally light sleepers, and should they awaken in the midst of slumber, are prone to be a bit grumpy about it. Usually they take out their annoyance upon whatever the source of the interruption might be. Given that most dragons are larger than a good-sized house, possessing of a tempered-steel hard skeleton upheld by muscles rivaling the strength of Atlas himself, and are capable call upon arcane powers unmatched by any other living creature, surviving the wrath of a recently awakened dragon can often prove quite difficult. They, as a race, do not own any alarm clocks.
None of this kept Tarell from sneaking into the lair of the sleeping dragon at the stroke of midnight. The rather small human boy had a plan, a crazy plan that he came up with during his studies with Master Magician Xerican and fellow apprentices.
Just this last night they had studied the beginnings of transformation spells and how to transform into different objects. A mage could transform into nearly any creature with the proper spells, as long as he had enough of the creature's essence to serve as a reagent.
Tarell had raised his hand and asked, rather mischievously, just what this essence was and how did one manage to "get it off." The way he asked this brought snickers to the students, but a stern glare from the instructor. After the class grew quiet, the instructor said that a quantity of blood would be sufficient or a large piece of the creature's flesh, any substantial part of the creature that could conceivably contain enough pure essence. He also assigned Tarell extra chores for intentionally disrupting the class.
But despite his antagonistic nature, Tarell had an ear for learning and a quick mind. Privately he thought that his skills were somewhat more advanced then his fellow students, and was frustrated with his Master for not teaching him more. Putting two and two together he came up with a plan to prove just how talented he actually was, and how much he knew about magic. He would transform himself into a dragon-that would show them!
Of course, he couldn't expect to take the blood of a dragon, or hack off one of its paws or a length of its tail sufficient to power the spell. Even if he possessed a sword sharp enough to penetrate dragon scales, he'd surely be slaughtered in the attempt. No he'd have to be a bit more creative than that.
With carefully wrapped and padded sandals, the young apprentice stole into the lair, approaching the sleeping dragon upon its hoard. The gold gleamed with an inner brilliance, amply illuminating the lair and the dragon that possessed both. The beast was truly massive, but Tarell had faith that his magic wards would defend him against even such a formidable beast's reflexive attacks. By the time the dragon came fully to and managed to dispel his magic, he hoped he'd be done, or at least well on his way to finishing the creature off.
The dragon had fallen asleep on its flank, a simple step around the tip of the dragon's tail, then carefully sneaking past its hind claws, and Tarell got a first look at his intended target. Not a foot from his head lay two massive testicles probably larger than the boy himself if he curled up, dangling beneath a sheath that would shame the girth of a Clydesdale's broad chest. He had found another source for the dragon's essence.
Of course, those massive dragon balls would be no less impervious to any weapon then the rest of the dragon's scaled hide, but Tarell didn't need the testicles themselves, just what was in them. Taking a deep breath and hoping that he wasn't about to commit suicide, he spit on both hands, then reached forward and grabbed onto the dragon's heavy sheath, pulling himself astride its impressive girth before the dragon could even blink!
The mighty dragon Galrinddar snorted, a low growl of displeasure coming from his throat as he abruptly left his pleasant dreams to feel an itch at his groin. Lowering a paw to scratch himself, the black dragon just as quickly became aware that the itch was moving, further it was definitely less of an itch and more of a... caress? Blinking both eyes open, the dragon angled his gaze down his powerful body to fix upon the boy lying atop his sheath, little human hands working as hard and as fast as they could caressing him.
Raising an eyebrow, the massive dragon fixed Tarell with a steely gaze, glaring at him just long enough for the mage apprentice to start to sweat. After a few more heartbeats the dragon gave a yawn, then settled his heavy head across his paws, "If it floats your boat, knock yourself out. But I was having quite pleasant dreams however, so I would suggest you do a very good job."
Though he had never encountered one before, Galrin had heard that worshippers of his kind existed among the humans. Doubtless this foolhardy young boy (or girl, he could never quite tell just by looking), thought himself performing a great "service to the gods." But no, that wasn't right; this human had the scent of magic about him.
Galrin shrugged. He didn't really care, those tiny hands did feel good and having someone satisfy his recent sexual frustrations would amply compensate for the loss of sleep. If the young mage tried anything the dragon knew he would be able to counter it. Still he wondered what use dragon seed could be put to, not remembering that ingredient in any of the spells he knew of.
Another shrug, he supposed he'd find out soon enough, if the human could actually get him off. Galrin didn't know whether to smirk at the mere notion, or sigh in frustration. The dragon had a problem, he was simply too large for any females of his own kind, he didn't like to hurt them, and in many cases couldn't fit at all even if he tried. He knew his right paw far better than the caress of a dragoness's vagina or muzzle, it would be nice to let someone else try and pleasure him for a change.
Tarell meanwhile, reassured that his plan was well underway and the dragon willing to cooperate, quickly went to work with a vengeance. His hands seemed almost comically small upon the large dragon's sheath, kneading and pushing at the thick-scaled flesh to draw forth his hidden arousal. Surprisingly, it didn't take nearly as much effort as Tarell thought it would to get the thick magenta cock-tip of the ebon dragon to show itself. Yet, at that first sign of arousal the mage almost wet his pants.
"What the hell is that?" Tarell stopped his ministrations to gawk in sheer awe at the huge crown of the dragon's cock. He knew it would be big, huge even, but this was monstrous! There was no way that quickly thickening spire could come from even such a large sheath as Galrin's, it was simply far too massive.
Galrin noticed the reaction with a smirk, and then growled warningly at the paralyzed mage, "It's my dragonhood. I believe you humans would call it a cock. Oh and don't stop now, it would annoy me."
The wicked fangs gleaming at either side of the large dragon's grin served quite well to encourage Tarell to mind his efforts. Still all but overwhelmed, and decidedly intimidated about the prospect of pleasing a cock a half-dozen times his size or more even, the young mage nevertheless knew that here was his chance. Besides, now his life depended on it. With a gulp to help swallow his nerves, he began to climb toward the slickened flesh, laying a single hand delicately against the thick shaft, feeling its pulsing heat.
Galrin let out a hiss of pleasure at the touch, causing Tarell to pale noticeably and pull his hand back, thinking he had done something wrong. Gal's eyes instantly swiveled in his direction, "If you tease me, I'll only get annoyed faster."
Both the tiny human's hands very quickly found their way back onto the dragon's flesh, drawing another, prolonged hiss. Really these creatures could be useful, Galrin thought to himself, if they are properly trained. Perhaps he would keep this one. Lowering a talon as he mused over the idea, he nudged the tiny mage further up his shaft, until Tarell's legs were tucked beneath the broad, tapered tip, his arms reaching around closer to the narrow top to hold on.
The dragon gave a shiver, leaning back and letting out another hiss of pleasure, extending it into a pleasant purr at the feel of those human hands against his sensitive glans. The mage was working as hard as he could, and Galrin found himself quite appreciating the effort. Before long, a huge drop of pre formed at the tip of his shaft, a quick flex of his cock sending it down to soak the mage!
The wave of pre came crashing down on the small human with almost no warning at all. The only thing Tarell could do was yell out in surprise, a rather poor idea since it insured that healthy amounts of Galrin's pre-seminal fluids quickly found his open mouth. He swallowed reflexively, the taste very strong indeed. But the instant it settled in his belly he felt the tingle of his magic beginning to work. So just the pre world suffice! He wouldn't have to paw the dragon off after all. Still, that was such a nice cock, maybe he'd just....
The decision was taken out of his hands as a moment later found him dangling from two talons in front of the dragon's wickedly sharp fangs, snarls roughing his hair like the wind. "What foul magic is this!? What are you trying to do mage?!" Galrin was livid, he had felt a magic touch his very essence, in a way even he didn't think possible. While it wasn't a pure enough sample to be used in a mind coercion spell, or really anything he knew of that could threaten him, he did not recognize this magic.
"Transformation spell!" Tarell stammered frantically, twisting in the dragon's far-too-tight grasp. "Please don't eat me! I just wanted to be a dragon too!"
Galrin's gaze narrowed, then became abruptly inquisitive. Of course he knew about transformation spells, but this didn't feel anything like that. If the human was trying anything like that he must have mixed up the magical elements. Abruptly the dragon blinked, then begin to laugh, a long, rolling thunder that shook the lair.
"Silly fool, courageous you are, and a quick wit to come up with such a plan. But you either lack the skill or the knowledge." He lowered Tarell, back toward the lair floor instead of his shaft, eying the crestfallen human humorously. His cock remained rigid, but he ignored it for now, waiting for a dramatic moment before revealing Tarell's blunder. "Oh don't worry; you'll become a dragon alright. A female dragon! You totally screwed up the gender imperative in your spell."
Letting that sink in, the large dragon slowly lowered a paw, making sure Tarell caught the motion, to stroke against his massive maleness. The wicked gleam in the dragon's eyes told the mage just how much that little blunder would end up costing him.
"I think I'll just keep myself ready for you. You'll make a delightful dish, and I haven't sampled a good tight dragoness cunt in a long, long time. You'll feel Galrin's cock in you tonight!" He laughed again, long and loud.
The changes preceded quickly, before Tarell even had a chance to respond. His hands and feet shifted first, forming into three-taloned paws, then beginning to quickly swell in size. His legs and arms grew to match, the upper appendages quickly swelling in girth as well as expanding in length, broadening into a set of forelimbs that looked capable of supporting a quadruped's weight, tearing through his tight sleeves and pant legs in the process. His legs shifted too, his heel rising upward as he abruptly found himself standing digitigrade, his socks shredded from ankle to toe, a position that caused him to fall forward onto all fours.
Tarell's torso begin to expand next, further destroying his already ripped shirt. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt the power moving through him. In sync with this slowly building growth, he could feel his shoulders softening, smoothing into more feminine curves, or at least, more feminine for a dragoness. He could also feel his lungs expanding, taking up most of his chest as his belly trimmed down. He took a deep breath spelling the final doom of his shirt, now torn to tatters on the floor beneath the emerging dragoness. He... no she would need the breath capacity for flying after all.
The thought of flight sent a thrill of mild arousal through her, or perhaps that was some aspect of the magic? She didn't know, but the more Tarell thought about becoming a dragoness, the more turned on she felt. She almost knew she must be about to burst out of her pants with arousal, but something told her changes were going on down there at the same time.
Her neck began to lengthen, distracting her for a moment as it stretched out a modest distance from his collar-bone. At the same time her face started to shift into a pronounced muzzle, eyes parting to either side of a broad snout that curved gracefully into a firm, strong jaw laden with sharp, but feminine fangs. Tarell could feel her tongue changing too, lengthening pleasantly and splitting into a forked tip.
Something about the thought of that tongue triggered another surge of lustful arousal, the quickly forming dragoness turning to fix her gaze upon Galrin's massive cock. She would need a lot more size to pleasure him that way, or any way at all though, and she could still feel changes going on inside her. Still, Tarell knew now for certain that the large dragon was right about the other half of his prediction, he would indeed feel a tight dragoness cunt wrapped around him, very soon if she had her way.
Seemingly impatient to complete the transformation, a rather thickly girthed tail abruptly speared out of her back end. Tarell's hips widened to support its weight and impressive length, practically exploding what remained of her pants and revealing that she no longer possessed any male attributes. Instead a hot and ready cunt, throbbing with need as strong as heat, dripped its arousal down her inner thigh. She moaned, and the sound came out as a half-hiss half-purr that sent shivers down both her and Galrin's spines.
The changes seemed to be increasing in speed. Before Tarell's tail even finished growing, she shot upward in height, quickly gaining size to match that of the giant beast next to her. At the same time a sheen of metallic ebony poured over her like a wave. She suddenly stood sheathed in black dragon scale, reflecting the light of the stars shining through the entrance to Galrin's lair and the glitter of the gold upon which he lay. She saw herself reflected in his eyes, and instantly knew that she was more than beautiful enough to provoke his lust, even if he weren't in need of servicing. Indeed the dragon's pawing at his groin seemed to be bordering on becoming frantic as he watched her change.
She knew what would come next, flexing her new muscles as a pair of rich satin wings burst from her slender back. They shined dark and resplendent, with an inner radiance instead of mere reflection, sleek and feminine, graceful and bespeaking great agility in the air... in the mating flight. Tonight however, the dragoness had more urgent needs.
Though she had began this venture at the middle of the night, and nearly two hours had passed since then, Shara felt reinvigorated by the change. Before they even began, she knew that she would last long enough to feel pleasure at his touch. Her transformation complete, she turned away from Galrin, giving a taunting flick of her tongue over her right wing, lowering her chest and elevating her tail. "I got what I want, now why don't you come get yours?"
"What is your name, my delicious treat?" Galrin proved surprisingly gentle, caressing her with a paw as he moved to cover her with his strong chest. He knew that she used to be a human, but now he held the most beautiful dragoness in the land beneath him, and he had no desire to harm her in the slightest. More importantly for his immediate needs, he knew she was large enough and willing to take all of his heavy cock; he did not want to mess this up.
Tarell paused, her old name would hardly do anymore; she was no longer a pitiful human mage apprentice. Her eyes sparkled as black diamond jewels, "You can call me... Sharatrise," she purred, the name seeming to roll off her tongue.
"Shara," Galrin breathed, and then as his shaft found the lips to her tight vent, the heat their teasing him to distraction, there was no more breath to spare for words.
Oil over oil, ebony and black latex, the two dragons began a gentle tempo of rocking against each other as Galrind slowly pressed his tapered cocktip between her virgin labia. Almost too tight for him, he wondered if he would tear her even for all her size. He almost feared he would prove too large yet again, but she parted around him easily, the only resistance coming from her muscular vent squeezing his cock-head deliciously tight. She felt like a silk-padded vice, like a glove, caressing him in ways he knew no other female could. In ways he doubted he'd ever understand as a male, but would appreciate as often as he could.
For her part Shara felt herself assaulted by sensations she never dreamed possible. As a mere human male she had bedded many girls, mage apprentices being considered a good catch for an eligible maiden. Never had she imagined the pleasure possible on the receiving end, amplified even further by her new draconic nature. Truly exquisite, she wrapped herself around that burning firebrand of pleasure as best she knew how, yearning and wanton, coaxing, tugging, and compelling him to take her deeper. Hisses of pleasure slid through her parted lips, in between labored breaths as she drank in the musk of the male covering her.
Together the dragon and dragoness, joined for the first time for either of them. No longer frustrated, the ebon male finally felt the full, deep caress of a dragoness. Pressing in to his hilt, heavy balls flush against her slit-lips, he held himself inside her enjoying the rippling waves of her flesh enveloping him. To Shara each rib on Galrin's shaft set off a nova of pleasure she couldn't quite describe, as if her virginity were being taken each time those slightly thicker rings passed her sex lips, rubbing against her clit. She tightened rhythmically upon him, he pulsed with the beat of his heart inside her. He could feel every smooth fold or texture of her cunt, and she quickly memorized every vein along his entire turgid length.
Dragons do nothing fast that they might savor. After a full hour of simply remaining inside her like this letting their arousal slowly build as they gloried in the simple presence of each other's flesh, inside, around, caressing, penetrating, Galrin finally began to thrust. Pulling back nearly half the length of his shaft, he shivered, a low growl sounding in counterpoint to his purr at the pleasure her grip upon his shaft caused whenever he moved. But he could go no further, some inexplicable need to be inside her forcing him to swiftly fill her with his shaft again.
Shara trembled in turn as she felt him begin to withdraw, but the emptiness where his cock had been moments before caused her to cry out in need. Even the teasing of his thick cock-ribs against her clit as he pulled back couldn't silence the sheer necessity of having him all the way inside her. She shivered from head to tail, quivering around him as he plunged back in to the hilt.
Back and forth the two of them rocked in a slowly building tempo that would have shaken the lair itself were it not anchored in a mountain of stone. Galrin's growls grew to roars of pleasure reverberating within the lair and threatening to wake the entire countryside in the early, early morning. Shara's own cries of sexual, sensual bliss formed an airy descant to his powerful call, baritone and alto voices heralding the advent of their union.
Tirelessly the two dragons sang their pleasures to the dawn, until the sun peeked out over the waking world, setting dazzling fire alight in their mirror black scales. For a moment it almost seemed as if these two ebon creatures somehow outshone the sun, their joyful voices reaching a climax in perfect harmony with each other.
Indeed the two quivered in the grip of simultaneous orgasm. Galrin thrust so deep inside his mate that his glans had slipped into her very egg chamber. The powerful male seeded his Shara heavily, thick ropes of his cum insuring that she would shortly become gravid, bearing him the eggs they would start a family with. Shara herself spilled her sexual fluids over his ebon shaft, the two dragons making a mess to match their noise at the culmination of their pleasure.
Panting heavily, the newly formed dragoness collapsed to the ground, bringing her male down with her. Their purrs vibrated through the floor of the lair as they slowly came down from their high to a pleasant, buzzy afterglow. Catching her breath, the dragoness turned to her new mate with a satisfied smirk. "Glad I woke you up?"
Galrin laughed and shook his muzzle ruefully, "Am I ever. What possessed you of the idea to try such a silly stunt? Not that I mind of course, and in fact I'm rather glad you did."
Shara grinned, retelling the incident in the mage tower, and reflecting that perhaps she had been a bit hasty in thinking she knew everything about magic. "I was certain I had the spell right. I must have gone over it a hundred times while memorizing."
She shrugged and turned her muzzle to the east, "I suppose when the sun rises a bit further, I can still go back and show off to the old mage. Though, I find myself caring less about that then I thought I would...."
Galrin grinned broadly, "We have better things to do then visit a human mage I think." He gave a purposeful thrust of his hips.
"Perhaps..." Shara gave a slight moan and a shiver of pleasure, squeezing him back. "Maybe I'll just go to say goodbye and give him a parting gift."
"Oh?" Galrin cocked an eye ridge, "And what sort of gift would you give?"
Shara's eyes glinted mischievously, "Oh, nothing big, maybe just a few gallons of dragon essence."
At that, Galrin grinned from ear to ear, and it was a very long time before either of them spoke again. In fact, it would be several very pleasurable days before his beautiful mate managed to get enough of his essence to feel like parting with even a single drop.