Dragonborn
Dragonborn Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Pansy04
The sunlight lingered in the sky even after the orb itself had sunk behind the horizon, the stars emerging in a sea of peach and violet, sparkling away. As beautiful as it was, Nicholas' mind was focused on anything but the beauty. The young man rushed down the street, silky feathered blond hair swaying in the breeze, falling across his face to obscure one of his icy blue eyes before a fair hand brushed it back with a practiced flick. The young man passed by a clothing store, putting the mannequins to shame with his lithe body and fine wardrobe, a living display for the perfection of mankind, a walking monument to innocence and youth.
Despite being nineteen, Nicholas could pass for a boy of many years younger. He had no trace of stubble, no scar or blemish, and every muscle was fluidly melded into the next. There was only one part of Nicholas that betrayed just how much of a man he was, but that was held firmly in place by his skinny jeans. Nicholas was, through and through, the perfect gay twink. He caught the fancy of men the world over, having achieved a bit of fame from modeling... but it was just enough to get by thanks to his curse... the curse that would soon be affecting him.
At long last Nico reached the door to his apartment building. He fumbled inside his pocket, pulling out his key, getting the door unlocked. He turned, looking to the horizon to see how much time he had left. The moon was already rising, reflecting its light across the city. Nico shuddered as the moonlight hit him, his icy blue eyes losing even more color, becoming a glossy silver. Nicholas forced his way into the building, slamming the door shut behind him before charging up the steps, rising two floors before he bolted into his apartment.
Nico swung around to bolt and lock the door before crossing the living room to tug the thick black curtains tightly. He almost hadn't made it... He'd never cut it so close before. Already he could feel the blood boiling beneath his skin like rivers of molten stone beneath his alabaster skin. His fingers clenched and unclenched. Nicholas had long tried to justify what he went through. In many ways he supposed it was like a woman's cycle, something he had to endure once a month, but he always hated it.
The blond twink left his living room behind, moving into the bathroom. He wanted to get one last look at what he would be losing... His fair skin, his smooth hair, his boyish charm. Nicholas let out a long sigh before he tugged his polo shirt up over his head his skinny body and impossibly small waist revealed. A studded black belt hugged his hips, more for decoration than actual utility. His pants were so tight that they would have stuck to him no matter what. Setting his shirt on the bathroom counter, a smile crossed Nico's lips. As much as he hated what he was about to come, he loved what he was.
"Hey there sexy." Nico said, though his heart fell a bit as he complimented himself. His canine teeth were longer than they should have been, almost looking like fangs. In fact, all of his teeth were sharper than they were supposed to be. He ran his tongue over them, feeling each point before he opened his mouth. He looked like a sexy, scary kind of monster... an innocent twink boy with teeth sharp enough to cut through leather. Nicholas would have wished his curse away at a moment's notice, but... in a way he was glad the change started with his teeth. There was something a little sexy about having a dangerous mouth, like he was some heart throb from a pedantic teen movie...
Nicholas reached down, unstrapping his belt before pulling it off, setting it aside. There was no way he was going to destroy a hundred and fifth dollar belt... though a slight surge of glee arched through Nico's mind as he looked down at the jeans he still wore... how truly tight they would get. A thinner tongue than usual slipped across his lips, licking them in intrigue before he left the bathroom. The blond boy's next stop was his bedroom. He sat down on the bed, lifting up his expensive cross trainer sneakers. They were still ivory white, so crisp and clean it was obvious that he only wore them for show. There wasn't one aspect of his entire body that showed a trace of hard work. He had always been able to get by on his looks.
Nico untied the laces of his shoes and slipped them off, setting them aside. He reached to his left sock and began pulling it down, sliding it over a perfectly formed ankle, a round heel, and his long smooth sole. His toes wiggled a bit as they emerged from their cotton confines, each toe unique and shapely, long and smooth, the knuckles in just the right places and completely hairless. The toenails were not only perfectly maintained, but they glistened a bit with a clear nail polish... an indulgence that really drew the attention of those that appreciated feet.
The blond boy caressed his foot with appreciation before removing the sock on his other foot, withdrawing a mirror image of the first. Nicholas was a vain boy, but he considered that he had a right to be. When someone was as lawless as he was, what point was there in not enjoying it? Again Nicholas sighed in pride for himself, his mouth full of needle like fangs. His tongue was inhumanly thin, much less wide... and then the tip seemed to flare and split, forming into a bit of a fork. As Nico's tongue darted out between his lips, he could pick up his own scent... Apple blossom with a hint of manly musk. Normally he would have been appalled by the musk, but the beast within was waking, and it loved his true scent.
"Why can't I ssssstay thisss way?" Nico sighed, already forgetting how much his mouth had changed. He just wanted to be normal, but deep down he knew that his gift was a balance with his curse... and he did love the way men looked at him when he was normal. Nico reached up to run his fingers through his blond hair, dragging the tips between them. A charge of energy ran through his body as he imagined that they were the hands of a masculine lover... He let out an extremely hot breath of air, his silver eyes glimmering in their half lidded lust filled state.
A nagging pressure was soon presenting itself to Nico, the pressure of the slight tent of his jeans against his hardening shaft. There wasn't much room for him in the denim and his member was forced to creep along his leg, forming a thick tube of distended material. Nico moaned softly, humping against the air, his hips seeming to know what to do... but the pressure of his erection wasn't the only one nagging at him. Every muscle was feeling tight and compressed, his bones felt tight... the change was being held back and it would cause him incredible pain if he didn't give in.
Nicholas whimpered, wishing there was some other way... but the only way out was through. His silver eyes moved slowly to look at the thick black curtains over the bedroom window, just like in the living room. He moved over, bringing his fingers up to clutch at the cloth. He took a deep breath before casting them wide open. Moonlight flooded into the room like a wave, washing over Nico's pale skin, shining in his blond hair and glinting off of his eyes. It felt oddly warm on Nico's skin, interacting with his already steaming hot blood. Nico gazed out at the moon, studying its contours, its details... feeling the sway it had on him.
The boy's fingers flexed and relaxed, his breathing picking up. He could feel the surge coming, the beast awakening... it had such power, it had such drive. Nico suddenly clenched his eyes shut, moaning and groaning before they flew open again, looking far less human. The pupils had formed into vertical slits, the silver iris around them taking on an almost violet hue. As he gazed at the moon, the violet became stronger and richer. A toothy smile crossed Nico's mouth, he could see the moon far better... his moon, the moon that gave him such power. Once more his hands worked over his pale body, but more possessively, more seductively.
Nico cooed as his fingers trailed around his nipples, circling and squeezing them, giving the small nubs playful tugs. It was as if he was trying to seduce himself, though in a way... he was. As much as Nico wanted to be rid of the change, the beast inside wanted Nico's heart... It wanted the boy to give in, to embrace it, to love the change. The fingers moved to deftly unbutton Nicholas' jeans, pulling the fly down eagerly. With the restraint of the jeans gone, the tightly stretched violet underwear pushed out, stretched so tightly around his hard, long shaft that the material looked more like a sleeve than a tent.
The twink hissed in delight, reaching for his shaft, but his hand stopped half way... it was as if pleasuring himself would be a reward for embracing an aspect of the change, as if his manhood was being held hostage by the beast within. Nico grimaced, wanting so badly to fondle himself. He tried to decide what to change first, what he would give up first... before deciding that he would give the beast every incentive to let him play with his own shaft. Basking in the moonlight, Nico lifted his hands in front of him, turning them one way and then the other in the moonlight. The invisible blond hairs stopped at his wrist perfectly, naturally, leaving the backs of his hand as soft and smooth as any had ever seen. His fingers were shapely, his palm as soft as silk... but his beautiful hands were no use when they weren't even allowed to touch his cock... so Nico would let them go.
As he willed a part of him to change, the burning in his hands increased suddenly. Nico grunted a bit, breathing harder to try and channel the pain. His perfectly manicured fingernails started to throb, growing longer on every finger at once. The tips of the nails narrowed and honed into points, the nails themselves getting thicker. Slowly they sank partially into the nail bed, getting a far stronger grip on his fingers. The white boney material began darkening from ivory to tan, tan to brown, and then a rich dark obsidian color.
A jolt of alien pleasure went through Nico as he saw his black claws... he was like a dangerous emo boy, for only a moment. Nico resisted the thought for a moment before it flashed through his mind... Black dyed hair, pale skin, dark nails. It was a passing thought before the beast lost interest again, but it absolutely loved making Nico think of all the things he could have been. Nico shuddered the fantasy off, but he looked at his black claws that grew longer and longer... and the lust and delight for them remained, but so did the immense heat in his hands.
The heat was the most prevalent part of the change, it got so intense at times that Nico couldn't stand it... but cranking the AC had only made it worse, so he basked in the heat and sweat beaded across his head and ran down his chest. The heat seemed to be making the skin on the boy's hands and forearms dry out. The softness disappeared, the skin growing hard before it began to form cracks, cracks that ran deep... but they were more than just cracks, they were perfectly shaped. Each crack was almost diamond shaped, the hard flesh stretching just a bit to overlap the segment below it. The peachy skin tone blanched out of the skin, taking it to a pure white in color... but the moonlight brought out an extra luster, a silver sparkling shimmer in the forming scales. From the elbow down, Nico hand the hands of a dragon.
The hands flexed, suddenly bulging with muscle. Nico's wrists grew bigger, his hand stretched out wider, his palms far larger. His fingers gave sickening pops as they swelled thicker and grew longer, matching the claws that had grown in... and with that, the heat died back to a normal level in his arms... Nico panted, his arms hanging limp at his sides before he raised them up again. He had control over them once more, able to exert his will. At last he wouldn't have to hold back. One single black claw was brought to the waistband of his purple underwear. He began pulling the claw down, cutting through it before they snapped, falling limp inside of his jeans, his shaft released.
Nico nearly drooled upon seeing the long, fair pink manhood. He brought his huge, rough scaled hand down, bracing his shaft with the wide palm before the wicked clawed fingers wrapped around it. Nico gasped in bliss, feeling his hot hand on his cock. He stumbled back before falling onto his bed, lying down in the shower of moonlight. Nico gave his cock a firm squeeze, a gentle stroke, and then his dragon paw began to move up and down, picking up the pace, starting to fall into a true rhythm. He grunted, bucking his hips, his thrashing driving him further and further up the bed until his head landed on the pillow... but as good as it felt, Nico soon realized the beast was holding him back again... His pleasure was being throttled down.
"Damn you... you ssssselfish bassssstard..." Nico hissed with his serpentine tongue. He didn't hold back on jerking himself off, but his eyes moved to his perfect feet at the end of the bed, so fair and smooth and delicate. Nico whimpered softly, but he hoped that a larger sacrifice would satisfy the beast enough... and he could think of no greater sacrifice than his feet. With great regret, Nico began to loosen his restraint, giving the beast access to his feet. Once more the heat began to stir, his blood boiling in his feet. The small toes curled and uncurled, the foot bending, as if trying to loosen up... but then it went perfectly stiff.
An intense, throbbing ache ripped through Nico's feet, enough that he wasn't able to keep jerking off his shaft. He moaned, then moaned louder as the bones in his feet started to creak. He forced himself to watch as the sole of his feet started to stretch longer, the flesh growing to accommodate the larger size. His heel swelled, even his toes were growing longer and thicker. He had been a size eight shoe before, but now he had to be at least a size twelve... then a fourteen... then well past. His feet were huge, enormous... but they were still perfectly shaped. Every contour remained, every detail was perfection... they were huge, but beautiful. Each toe was nearly the size of his thumb, so... alluring. A strange thought ripped through Nico's mind.
"I... I'll let you keep my feet this big." he whispered, a pang in his heart. He wanted it to sound like some grand gesture, but the dragon inside his soul knew that it had finally won another piece of Nico... another step closer to making him embrace his form... but one step wasn't enough, not on the night of the full moon. Nico's back arched as the change picked up in pace dramatically. The toes curled tightly before stretching out again. His toenails turned from white to black, shifting through all the shades between. Once they had turned a brilliant obsidian, the nails sank partly into the toes before surging out, curving down and thickening dramatically.
Faced with growing talons, the heat began to bake the moisture out of Nico's skin. Cracks formed along his legs and ankles, the color disappearing as well as the moonlight brought out the silver tones in his hardening hide. The baby fat on his feet started to melt away, leaving his toes looking more boney and wicked, the claws now deadly talons. The arch in his foot increased in height and his ankles thickened, giving him a far better balance and grip. The silver scales rippled down over his feet, chasing away any hints of humanity left behind until Nico was dragon from the knees down.
It was almost as if he was wearing a costume, long gloves and pant legs... A new fantasy was forced into Nico's mind... The twink boy showing up to a costume party wearing his assless dragon chaps and gloves, naked all over the rest of him. Oh how the boys would look and admire him... but his costume was missing something, something important... the swaying tail that would bring all their eyes to his pucker. It was so embarrassing to not have his tail, it had to be remedied... and in a moment of weakness, Nico gave in.
Nicholas shuddered, feeling a guilty pleasure as he felt his shapely bubble but changing. The round, squeezeable cheeks pulled apart, sliding to either side, almost straddling his hips. Without the cover of the flesh, his tight, pink pucker was exposed. It was an odd change in anatomy to say the least, though the reason for it would soon be apparent. Nico's entire back arched as it was now his spine that felt like it was on fire. It was a heat he could not get away from. He bucked and writhed, whimpering in pain, his claws digging into his mattress, cutting through cloth and metal springs without any effort.
The heat stretched down, creeping into Nico's tailbone. It felt like lava, searing hot lava... and the pain only increased as the bones began to stretch and grow longer. As the moving bones pushed away from the body, stretching out beneath Nico, they pulled the skin taut around them, forcing the flesh into a tapered tube. Nicholas brought his dragon feet up onto the bed, using them to lift his ass, angling his tailbone toward the open air. The long tube of bone and flesh continued to grow in, feeling almost as if it was ripping his spine from his back. As the tail grew longer, the muscles around it seemed to grow more and more complex. The base of the tail was taking up more and more space while the tip remained the same.
The new tail thrashed and whipped around a bit, the air cascading over the new flesh seeming to cool it off some. As wide as it was, the tail gave Nico's tight anus some privacy again, though it had been exposed to the moonlight long enough to turn a dark silver color, the flesh around it segmenting into a soft, light silver version of the scales. In fact, the entire tail was hardening and segmenting. Three feet of silver diamond scales, then four... the tail was long enough to hang off of the end of the bed the tip wriggling in place.
Nico gasped, feeling so much better. Two of the hardest parts were behind him... and the dragon was no longer holding his pleasure for ransom. Nico's hips bounced and swayed on the mattress as he resumed jerking his cock with full force, tugging on the flesh, caressing the shaft and squeezing the head. It felt marvelous, it felt wonderful... but it could have felt better. Nico was ashamed to admit it, but his dragon phallus was much more sensitive, much more intimate, and... much more impressive. Nico blushed, his cheeks becoming quite rosy as he remembered the time he had nearly promised his inner beast to keep the dragon cock forever. It had brought him such lewd fantasies... a blond twink boy gaining the eye of handsome men, only to whip out a massive ribbed, pointed, glistening dragon cock. Even know it made him whimper with desire.
"I should... let it out." Nico murmured to himself, shuddering happily. He began relaxing his mind, trying to usher in the change... but then he soon felt the same pent up pressure, the beast holding him back. Nico let out a growl of annoyance, "You won't even let my cock change until I give you something else? Fine!" Nico grunted in dismay. In his fit of rage, he was caught off guard by the horrendous pain ripping through his back as if it was on fire. His jerking motions came to an abrupt stop as he began to writhe in pain.
Loud cracking and popping came as the bones along Nico's shoulders began to change. Some started to poke out painfully from his back, sticking out at awkward angles. More pops and snaps came as the bent bones settled into new joints and began to grow rapidly. The flesh behind Nico's right shoulder rippled as the bones stretched outward, bending, stretching against. An articulated length of bone and muscle was unfolding, but it hadn't entirely separated from the boy's back. The skin was stretching thinner and thinner from where it was affixed to his spine, the color draining away. While the flesh around the new 'arm' was as silver and scaled as the other draconic parts of his body, the thin by durable flesh connecting his back to the new 'arm' was taking on a different hue, a sort of aquamarine blue that contrasted the silver well.
Nico tried to get rid of the pain and discomfort by stretching out his new appendage. He was pushed over onto his left side as the wing began to extend. Thin ribs of bone slid down through the thin membrane, reinforcing it. Everywhere the ribs emerged from the bottom; there was a small bony tip. The wing flexed once, twice, and then opened to full length for the first time. Beads of sweat were thrown from the scaled flesh, but Nico was horribly lopsided. Only one wing had come in, the other not even started yet. Nico gave a grunt of dismay before he clawed at his bed, pulling him up, rolling over until he was on all fours. He crawled to the end of his bed and clambered off, moving on all fours before rising onto his feet. He gabbed at the window and swung it open, the fresh air cutting the heat and musk of the room. Nico's nostrils flared as he took the air in deep filling his lungs with it.
With the cool air filling his chest, Nicholas turned and presented his back to the night, spreading his one wing wide. His back suddenly rippled and contorted, bones stretching out flesh at a sickening rate. For a moment the web of flesh connecting his back to his wing was peachy human skin, but it hardened into the same aquamarine leather the other wing was made of. Huge new muscle groups filled in his back, supporting the wings. In fact, many more muscles had been filling in rather nicely. Nico glanced at his body before the fanged grin crossed his lips. He actually wanted to see what he was becoming...
Once more Nico wandered into the bathroom, though it was much harder to fit through the doorway with his changes. He hunched a bit before stepping in front of the mirror, turning. He knew exactly what to expect from his arms and legs, but he had never come to watch himself during the change, and what he saw didn't disappoint. His slim, thin, lithe frame was long done. Instead, Nico had gained the build of a football player... that just happened to have wings. His shoulders were broad, cords of muscle ran up his neck. As Nico watched, his pectoral muscles swelled out a bit as abdominal bumps covered hi stomach. He was more than just a male, he was downright masculine.
A slight shiver ran down Nico's spine before the flesh contorted. Thick triangular wedges of bone began pushing out of his vertebrae, stretching the skin around them. The skin dried out and formed scales that picked up the same faint aquamarine coloring as his wings, contrasting with the silvery white hide that was spreading along his spine in a line. Nico turned as best he could to admire his broad back, but his long whip like tail and huge wings made that an impossibility. Instead, Nico turned back to face the mirror. He reached up to run his claws around his nipples. At first they grew so aroused that they felt like diamonds, but as the flesh turned from pink to a dark gray, they truly were as hard as diamonds. The discoloration started spreading out slowly from the nipples, silver scales ringing his dark gray nipples as they grew out across his pecs.
Nico had never expected to, but he was starting to urge the changes on. He wanted to feel what it was like to be big, strong masculine... He didn't want the innocence of a twink, he wanted the experience of a true man who had experienced the world. As Nico embraced the other side of him, his changes started to accelerate. Tiny needle pricks danced across his shoulders. It was the feel of his soft blond hair sloughing off from the sides of his head, or at least they had started as blond. The strands collecting beneath him were blond on one end and aqua blue on the other. Nico looked up at the mirror in awe as the mane of hair remaining on his head changed color, the blue creeping out from his skull, chasing the blond away from the ends.
Nicholas reached up, tracing his clawed fingers through the hair. It felt different, tougher, thicker, almost fibrous. As he ran his claws through the mane, it started to stand up more prominently, a line of blue contrasting with his peachy skin. Nico had forgotten that he was just exchanging one part for another, he was lost in the change and the dragon loved it. The boy's slit eyes admired his changing body, welcoming change after change, and without the restraint, the changes were accelerating. The line of silver running down his spine began to sweep out across his shoulders, coming over the top of them and around his ribs like some sort of silver scale harness. Where the scales met up with the discoloration of his pecs, the human flesh began to be subsumed at an even faster rate.
The globes of the strong dragon man's pectorals were framed in silver, his back seemed carved out of marble and the color was creeping down his stomach. Thicker scale plates were forming beneath his pecs, the skin hardening into thick v's of armor to protect his vital organs. As the bathroom light played off the scales, they seemed to have the faintest aquamarine luster, setting his stomach apart from the rest of his body. The faint blue seemed to spread up across his chest and even tapered off on his neck, the strip of color moving down his belly to match his hair and wings. Nico let out a delighted moan of pleasure, running his hands across his chest and stomach. As he moaned and groaned, his chin tingled as his perfect dimple disappeared, thick strands of aqua blue hair pushing out into a short tuft of a goatee.
"Yes... I want to look tough, mean, powerful." Nico growled, his voice deeper than before. It had gravel, grit, strength and power. Nicholas' entire throat started to vibrate in a growl of bliss. The blue that had crept up his throat and the silver that had moved up his spine began to creep around his neck, closing around the flesh like a collar. The scales met on the sides of his neck, converting the last human flesh there. From the neck to his waist, he was all dragon... and Nico wouldn't want it any other way. The one thing he wanted to change was his location. The entire house was too confining. He needed fresh air, and the last place he had any was back in his room.
The thick dragon paws sunk into the apartment's carpet, almost leaving tracks. Nico moved back into the bedroom window, standing before it to bask in the moonlight and wind. It was better, but it still wasn't enough. Nico blinked a little before sticking his face out of the window, looking around. There was no one to spot him below. With a powerful and flexible leg, Nico lifted one foot all the way up to the window sill. He pulled himself up into the window, crouching as he squeezed through the gap. A clawed hand reached out, grabbing a hold of the roofline before he swung out. His heavy body swayed back and forth before he gave his tail a flick. His claws cut into the roof as he flipped up and over, landing on his feet on the roof.
The sun had set, the stars had emerged and the moon was washing over the entire city... and the wind was washing over Nico's boiling hot body. No longer was he too warm, it felt quite right. Nico began strutting across the roof, his skinny jeans tighter than ever as they stuck to his thick legs like they had been painted on. In fact, the skinny jeans had already started to show their limitations. The cuffs had not only frayed but had started to tear around his immense dragon ankles. His hard cock bobbed out of the fly, his waist having grown enough to spread the fly as wide as it would go.
At the center of the roof, Nicholas came to a stop once more. He lifted his tail up and sat down, his legs before him, his wings unfurling from his back. The roof was the perfect vantage point to watch the moon from. There were no other buildings in the way, no walls... Just the vast stretches of sky that he considered home. Nico purred happily, embracing the light and the change. Once more he felt the discomfort of pressure, though it was no longer from his restraint. It was from the one restraint he had intentionally left on, his pants. The denim was stretching and staining under the size of his legs. His calves had grown; his thighs were trunks of muscle. The stitching on the jeans were popping and unraveling, the jeans coming apart.
One pant leg burst, revealing thick silver scaled legs sloping up to the round and plump dragon ass. The other pant leg was holding on a bit better, at least until Nico reached to slice along the edge with a claw. The jeans burst, the violet underwear a distant memory. Nico watched the scales slide up over his hips, connecting to the dragon hide around his waist. From the neck down, he was all dragon... with one exception... his groin. His human cock and balls remained just as they were before, achingly hard and almost offensively pink compared to his thick silver scales... but to earn a true Dragon cock, he had to be a true dragon... and that was just what Nico wanted.
Nicholas lifted his head to the sky, turning his head one way and then the other, letting the moonlight wash over his face. His cheek bones cast shadows, his ears tingled and a mounting pressure was building in his head. Nico grunted, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to endure the pain. The pressure continued to build and build, bulges forming on his temples. The pink skin stretched, something emerging from beneath. The skin grew taut, discolored, and then it could hold no more. Dark blood burst from his temples, running down the sides of his face as dark black horns curved out of his skull. They pushed forward a bit before curving back, following the slope of his skull. Another burst of blood came as a second, longer set of horns started coming in behind the first.
Just as the pain ebbed from the horns, a new wrenching pain ripped through the boy's face. Nico grunted, his jaw getting offset as if it had been broken. It hung off to one side before righting itself, stretching forward in pulses and surges. Nico's beautiful face was distorted by the under bite, new gaps formed in his sharp teeth where more teeth were growing in. Nico's claws dug into his hands tightly as his face throbbed. The pain filling his jaw burned not only where the bone was stretching, but even his chin. Two bony spurs stretched the scaly skin out on either side of his goatee, forming two tiny spikes on the bottom.
With his lower jaw stretching so much, Nico's body was struggling to keep his anatomy balanced and functioning. As if struggling to catch up, the rest of the dragon boy's face ignited in pain as his upper lip pushed forward, his nose stretching forward. As his face stretched, Nicholas' nostrils flared out and widened. His button nose was lost amid the flesh, widening and flattening until it was almost a rectangular extension all the way from his brow to the front of his face. His violet eyes shimmered brightly in the moonlight as his lips met back up, a prominent muzzle extending from his face.
The aquamarine blue scales on his throat crept up, sliding along his lower jaw to stop at his blue goatee while the silver spread up across his cheeks, blooming across his muzzle like a blush. The color flooded across his face quickly, sinking down over the spurs on his chin, rising up to sweep past his mane of hair. He looked almost completely like a dragon, though there was one change left to make on his head... his ears. The silver scaling began to creep across his ears and Nico could hear the cartilage reforming inside, crinkling and popping. The natural structure of the ear began to simplify, stretching the flesh into a wedge. Thicker ribs of cartilage formed on the two sides and one smaller one extended in the center. The rest of the skin was stretched into a thin membrane, channeling sound into the thin membrane that covered and protected the ear canal from changes in air pressure.
Nico opened and closed his mouth, running his longer tongue over his sharp teeth. His ear flaps wiggled and moved expressively before he grinned in bliss. Spreading his wings in delight, Nicholas took pride in how big and strong he was... He was dragon, and it was time for his final reward. Nico reached down once more with his clawed hands, curling his fingers around his pink human member. He gave it a possessive squeeze and then a commanding stroke from tip to base and back again. The wind whipped across his hot skin, caressing every contour and every muscle of his chiseled form. He was naked, he was male, he was exposed to the world. His serpentine tongue lashed out along his lips in bliss.
The strength of the dragon hands around the human meat was intense, but it was growing more intense. Once more Nicholas was at the mercy of mounting pressure, but this pressure was all the dark dragon blood flowing into his shaft. It was so hard that it ached, but Nico only craved more. He squeezed his cock, forcing the blood into every membrane, every orifice, making it harder than ever before. Nico could even feel his heart pumping through his shaft, every pulse and throb was right there... but each throb seemed to push a little more into the meat, then a little more.
Nico shivered as he felt his cock sart to grow, giving him more to work with. At first it was subtle, only a half an inch here, a centimeter there. His cock was growing a little wider, a little longer, but Nico was done waiting, done pacing. He tugged on his cock, pulling on it with his firm hand. The skin grew tight but the shaft stretched. He tugged again and it grew more. It stretched past ten inches, then eleven. At first the skin looked pale because it was stretched so thin, but as the blood coursed through the tissue, it was starting to look different. If anything, it was looking glossy.
The moonlight on the shaft was becoming more intense, reflecting off of the skin as if it was coated in liquid latex or some other substance. At firs the shaft was a pale white from being stretched, but as the old blood pumped through the veins and capillaries on the way back to the heart, the shaft was taking on a darker blue. It was a vibrant color, just like the highlights of his body, but the shaft was becoming brighter than all of them. Still, Nico didn't let go. If anything, his hand was gliding up and down faster than ever. His shaft was slick, offering no resistance. Each stroke and squeeze made it plump up more and more, but it wasn't the size he wanted... Nico wanted the beast to be free, to be the beast.
The dragon's free hand moved to start massaging the scaly bally hanging beneath the cock, feeling where the flesh rose up into a slit spread wide by the shaft. The moisture at the edges was alluring, but that would be something to explore later. Nico brushed his right hand with his left before his fingers started to massage and squeeze the head of his shaft. At first it was only or pleasure, but the mushroom shaped head started to be melded, molded, shaped and teased. Soon the head tapered to a prominent point, the base flaring out a little.
Having achieved such success with the head of his cock, Nico started to squeeze and fondle his shaft, working until tight ridges and ribs formed. His even cock was now segmented, medal rings looping around all over while other bulges were worked into his meat to offer even more pleasure. It was truly a work of art, and Nico was the first to appreciate just how hot he could look. Nico gasped in bliss as he felt his cock settle into that of a dragon. He kept jacking hard, but once more that vanity returned. He wanted to see himself, how beautiful and strong he was as a Dragonborn. Nico moved along the roof of the building before coming to a triangular skylight. He positioned himself just right, catching a reflection of himself.
Nico moaned at the image. He was so tall, so muscled, so buff and manly. His mane, his goatee, his fangs, his horns. Every part of him was so tough and he couldn't get enough. He shuddered in awe before wrapping his second hand around his cock, giving it the workout of his life. He slipped his hands back and forth, picking up speed, the moonlight shining across his back. Nico gasped, his back arching. He shivered in bliss, feeling his brain ignite with the purest form of pleasure he was yet to know before all at once his massive dragon balls pulled up to his body and he unleashed his potent, rich seed. Thick hot cum streamed through the night air, landing across the skylight, warping the aged glass with the heat. The splatters that landed on the roof radiated steam, his internal body temperature far higher then before.
For countless minutes he sprayed his seed, leaving trails all over the roof before finally his orgasm ended... but his night was only beginning. Nicholas made his way back tot eh edge of the roof as he reclaimed his breath, his sweat drying and evaporating in the night's air. Thick talons gripped the side of the roof as Nico moved over, getting a dragon's eye view of the city. He looked across the cityscape from horizon to horizon. He felt proud, he felt strong, and he knew for certain that he was going to change how he regarded the beast... His feet would never be small again, and that was only the start. Nico was about to show the city just what he was capable of. The dragon spread his silver and aquamarine blue wings wide feeling the air fluttering against them. He took a deep breath and then stepped forward pushing off of the roof. For a moment he fell, but then the wings caught him, holding him aloft. Nico let out a growl of bliss, feeling that the only ting holding him up was the wind itself. He arched and glided through the night sky, the moon at his back... as it always was.