Revenge
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Revenge
By William W. Kelso
Cassandra waited impatiently as the old apothecary mixed her special potion. He was new; evidently having bought the shop from the previous owner who had been her provider for many years. She was surprised; having thought old Magnus would keep his shop until the day he dropped dead. And the new owner was equally old and decrepit. He had told her his name was Hasmit, and he seemed competent enough. Soon he returned with a small bottle of clear fluid, and handing it to her, said,
"Here is what you requested Lady Cassandra. The ingredients are fairly common, and I was able to mix them per your instructions."
"Good," Cassandra said brusquely, throwing a silver piece on the counter, "I will require the same potion in the same amount once every three months. I will return when this supply is exhausted."
As she left the shop the old man grinned as he pocketed the coin. Then he put a 'Closed' sign in the window and left. The real owner of the shop would be waking soon enough, but with no memory of other then having just woken from a nice restful nap. The first part of his plan had been put into motion.
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The Dragonmage looked at the old human kneeling before him with the contempt he felt for all humans, though he himself was half human. But one would not think that looking at his scaled and armored body. There was nothing soft about it.
"You are sure of this?" He hissed softly.
"Yes, great one," the old man replied, "the paladin Cassandra will be crossing the blasted lands, unescorted and by herself. The information you had spread by your hired men have been successful, she thinks she is looking for a lost temple with a great treasure hoard, including a weapon capable of defeating even you."
"Excellent," the Dragonmage hissed in satisfaction, "If what you have told me isss true, your reward will be great. If not, your sssuffering will be jussst as great. You will remain in my fortress as my guessst until I return."
"As you wish, great one." The old man replied, and then was escorted from the chamber by two guards. He had a small smile on his face. Before the night was over he had escaped from his 'guest room', the second part of his plan in motion. Now there only remained for it to move to its completion.
Samorkahn rested his snout on the back of his hands as he considered the information he had been brought. If true; and he had no real reason to doubt it, then soon he might be rid of his arch enemy, the paladin Cassandra. The greatest knight in her order she had thwarted his plans more then once; she and her sisters, but she always seemed to be the leader in their conflicts. Twice her forces had beaten his armies, and once she had left him almost dead. If she were removed he had no doubt he could defeat the rest of the order, and lead his army to victory and conquest. But he wanted to do it personally, in a private battle which only the strongest would survive, and he fully intended to be the victor because he WAS the strongest.
The human-Dragon hybrid was one of a kind, the result of an unnatural mating between a feral Dragon and a human female. A dark mage had managed to get the Dragon's seed to take root in a human woman's womb, and he had killed the unfortunate woman after the egg had formed as that was the only way to remove it from her grossly swollen belly. Then when the egg hatched he had trained the hatchling in the dark arts and improved its already instinctive battle skills. For Samorkahn there had been no childhood, no love, no playing with other children. He was one of a kind, an abomination, and he had repaid his creator by slaying him at the earlist opportunity. He had learned well, and his power steadily grew until he had claimed a kingdom for himself. But he wasn't satisfied, and the only thing standing between him and his dreams was that human bitch Cassandra! He gave a low menacing hiss as he thought about how he would take his revenge on her once he'd brought her low. Well, that time was at hand, and he would leave immediately. But alone, he would need no army for this.
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Cassandra looked down from the low ridge the road ran down, grimacing in disapproval at the dead looking landscape below. The blasted lands, rendered almost uninhabitable by an ancient magical war eons ago. The only plants that grew were sick and deformed looking, the few creatures dwelling there equally so. It was a place to be avoided, but she had heard from a reliable source of an ancient temple deep in the heart of the lands were the very ground smoked. It was said to be the resting place of an ancient and almost mythical weapon, one for use against those who wielded the dark arts. It would make the user invulnerable, and cut through any magical defense with ease. It was worth the risk to try and find it. She had thought about taking a small contingent of Sisters with her, but decided a single person probably had a better change as she could move faster and it would be easier to avoid any dangers. Not that she was scared; she just didn't want to have to cancel the exploration if they ran into insurmountable odds or took casaulties. And if she did, it would be easier for one person to flee and lose any pursuers.
Giving her horse a gentle kick she headed down the road and into the desolation ahead. She knew better then to eat; or drink, anything in the lands, so her two pack horses were well loaded with food and water, both for herself and her mounts. She hoped it would take a week; maybe ten days, at the most. The less time she spent in this desolation, the better.
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Samorkahn took wing with a roar from the top most tower of his fortress. He was carrying his great battle sword slung behind him, but wore no armor as its weight would tire him. But his natural armor was just as formidable. The instructions he left were simple; if he had not returned in two weeks, skin the old human alive, and then wait for him another week. If he still had not returned they could assume he was dead, and do what they would. He did not name a successor; the thought of his generals squabbling over who would be the new ruler amused him. Most likely total chaos would take over, and the kingdom would be torn apart, not that he cared. As soon as he was out of sight those who had watched him depart gave sighs of relief, they were only slightly less afraid of their master then his enemies were. His favorite way of 'rewarding' incompetence was to throw the unfortunate from the highest tower in the fortress, and unlike him none of them had wings.
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Cassandra did her best to breathe shallowly as she entered the heart of the blasted land. Fumaroles and mud pots boiled and steamed, geysers sprayed noxious fluids into the air, and strange formations of twisted and tortured looking stone and hard mud towered in places. The footing was treacherous, one wrong step and you could end up in a boiling quicksand bog, where you would be cooked alive as you sank. Because of that danger she led her horse, having left the two pack animals behind with a supply of food and water at her main camp in a safer area. The air reeked of sulfur and brimstone, and she thought that if there was a Hell then it must look much like this. So far her search had revealed nothing, but she was still hopeful as she had a large area to cover. Coming to a stop she reached into a saddlebag, and pulled out the small flask of clear fluid. It was near that time of the month, and best to take care and drink it now. As usual she would feel nauseous for awhile, but it would keep her flow from starting and keep her sexual urges under control. As with all the Sisters in her order she was celibate, a virgin despite her age and good looks. It greatly increased her powers, and was a requirement of the order to be a member. She knew many referred to her and her sisters as 'Ice Queens', but she looked down her nose at those who rutted like common animals, the thought of having a male put his penis inside of her disgusting. No, her life was one of danger and adventure, she'd leave the rutting and breeding to the peasants.
She had been given to the order as a child, and trained as a Paladin as soon as she was old enough to walk. Not for her a normal life or the pleasures of the flesh. That training included the best ways to remain sexually abstinent, and they all took a special potion that inhibited the natural cycle of their monthly estrus for three months at a time, as well as deadening any sexual urges. Many of her Sisters were homely, but she had been gifted with a voluptuous body any man would desire. But those who had refused to accept her lack of interest had found out the hard way that the paladins were serious about their celibacy. She had never met a man; foe or otherwise, who could best her in combat. Not that she hadn't been tempted a few times; but her training always won out over bestial urges. When she 'retired' from active field at the age of forty-five she could take a husband if she so desired, but at thirty she was at the peak of her beauty, her figure filling out her armor in a way most pleasing. No, despite her looks she had little interest in the opposite sex, or the same sex. Indeed, more then one adversary had their attention diverted for a few critical seconds as they admired the view, only to find her sword buried in their chest, or their head suddenly detached from their body. In fact the only enemy she had not vanquished was the Dragonmage Samorkahn, and she had taken a vow to end his reign of terror at the earliest opportunity. But despite beating his armies in the field she had not yet managed to slay him, though she had wounded him more then once. But he had always managed to slink off to his fortress to recuperate before venturing forth again.
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Samorkahn flew over the blasted land at a fairly high altitude, and without enhanced sight most would think him but a large bird of prey or natural Dragon. But his own sight allowed him to closely examine the terrain far below. But his sight did not allow him to penetrate the drifting clouds of smoke and steam, and it was hindering his search for his arch rival. But he knew she was in area, he had found one of her camps a few hours ago, recognizing her scent. So she had to be fairly close by. Then, there! He caught a glimpse of reflected light on metal, and as he narrowed his vision and stared a shapely armored figure appeared briefly between clouds of steam from some hot springs. Yes! He had found her! But he would approach on the ground; try to take her by surprise. That way he could hopefully prevent her from using any pre-battle incantations to augment her already impressive natural combat skills. With an eager hiss he turned and flew downwind of his prey, landing a fair distance away.
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A short time later Cassandra paused and leaned against a rocky outcrop as her guts suddenly churned, her belly giving a loud gurgle. She was no stranger to the various ailments that plagued those who didn't have regular access to good water and food, and hoped she wasn't in for a dose of the trots. That would make this miserable place even more miserable, her body already soaked in sweat from the oppressive heat and high humidity. She had been wearing a lighter weight chain-mail hauberk, but decided to take it off and just wear her heavy leather vest instead. Securing the hauberk over the horse's saddle she felt a little better relieved of its weight, though light it still weighed quite a bit.
But the relief was short-lived, and as another cramp hit her she groaned in discomfort and frustration as she leaned against the horse's side. Of all the time to get sick! And now her joints and feet were starting to hurt, a slow painful throbbing. She tried to keep going, but the pain in her boots became too much, so she sat down to rest and examine her aching feet. She thought maybe the humidity had caused the lather to shrink and constrict her feet, or her feet had swollen from all the walking she'd been doing the last few days. Either way, she had to loosen her boots somehow, the discomfort was growing intolerable. Reaching down she slid off one boot, flexing her toes in relief. Then she stared at her toes, and looked again twice before what she was seeing truly registered, the shock helping to clear her head.
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Samorkahn shed his harness and scabbard, and armed with his great sword began walking in the direction he had seen Cassandra. It was a fair way to go, but he knew the direction unerringly, and even if she had moved on he would easily pick up her trail. He gave a hiss of anticipation; he had been waiting for this for a very long time!
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"What's happening to me!?" Cassandra croaked in confusion; reaching up to massage her throat as her voice sounded deep and raspy, and it felt sore and scratchy. As she stared before her disbelieving eyes her toes were lengthening, thickening nails turning black and becoming claws, and another claw was growing from her heel even as her two smallest toes merged. With a moan she pulled off her other boot to reveal what she already knew, that foot was changing as well, claws springing from the toes as it swelled. She tried to stand up, grimacing as the pain was almost too much to bear as she staggered around on her still changing feet, her attention pulled away from her feet temporarily as her aching hands were now undergoing similar changes. She held up her hands and stared at the long sharp black claws on the ends of her fingers, and at the scales now forming on the backs of her hands and moving up her arms as her skin tingled, itched, and swirled like it had become liquid to reform into shiny green scales. Finally she gave a shriek of horror as what was happening begin to sink in, and knowing she had only a limited amount of time to try and counter the spell she turned toward her horse and the spellbook she always carried with her, but the horse; frightened by its owners changing form and scent, had bolted, disappearing into the swirling smoke and steam. She started to chase after it, but as a series of violent convulsions racked her body she fell to her hands and knees; gasping from the pain, her whole body throbbing agonizingly as it began to...swell. "N-Nooo!! By the Gods...p-please...make it stop! Ugghhhh!"
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Samorkahn paused to get his bearing, sniffing at the sulfur tinted air, but was still too far away to catch the scent of his prey, at least not in this atmosphere. He wrinkled his hard lips in distaste, and continued on his way. He should be close!
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Cassandra gasped and wheezed, moaning in pain as her body rippled and warped, and to her horror a long forked tongue now lolling from her mouth, her throat feeling like she had a bad strep throat as her moans became deeper, raspier. She tried to scream, but only a rasping hiss emerged as she felt her jaws beginning to push out as her body convulsed helplessly. H-How was this possible; she wondered, she had been so careful as to what she ate and drank!! But she must have been affected, cursed, but some of the leftover foul magic that lingered in these lands. "N-Nuh...urrrgggg...!" She sobbed as the ongoing ravages to her once beautiful body continued.
As her body swelled her leather vest and shirt were becoming way too tight, and sitting up she tore them off; her claws shredding the tough leather easily, and took a deep breath as the pressure was relieved. Oh, that was so much better, she could breathe again!! But still the changes continued, and whimpering she looked at her exposed body, her stomach and breasts now covered with thickening toughening hide as bands formed, her skin itching and crawling as the change from skin to scales and leathery reptilian hide continued uninterrupted. Her belt was now becoming much tighter as well, and she hissed in pain as it began to dig into her waist, and managing to get a sharp claw under it she cut the thick leather with ease, the belt; and sheathed sword, falling to the ground. Her heavy leather skirt soon followed, leaving her nude except her plain cotton undergarment, and already it was becoming too tight, the seams straining. With a moan she staggered to her feet and started to go after the horse again, the changes seeming to have slowed. Her only hope might be in the spellbook; that though mainly one of battle spells, it also contained some general spells of cancellation and reversal. She had no idea how; or when, she had been cursed, so they might not be of any use. But she had to try. She loathed reptiles; anything with scales, and the thought of becoming one terrified her. Anything but that!! Having to go on one's belly, or even worse; horrors, what if she became a snake??
Cassandra stopped in dismay as the horse's trail suddenly ended in a churning mass of boiling mud, the thick crusty surface having given away under the panicking animal's weight. It had happened so suddenly the poor animal had not even had time to scream as it was sucked down. Dropping to her knees, Cassandra groaned as another series of racking convulsions rippled through her body, and she felt her spine began to change as the beginnings of a tail started to push out, her thin cotton undergarment shredding and falling away leaving her nude.
"Noooo, please!!" She sobbed, her still cramping hands clenched in pain, her spine rippling and spasming, two bulges forming on her back.
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Samorkahn paused as a faint scent came to him, the smell of a well lathered horse. Yes, he was getting near!
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Cassandra balanced herself on her hands and knees, bent over in pain as the horrible changes progressed, her claws digging into the bare dirt as she clawed at it in her torment. Oh by the Gods, it hurt! "UGH, Aaaaaaa!" A short scaly tail whipped aimlessly behind her, a raised ridge forming on her back as her spine became more prominent and visible against the thickening scaly skin. What am I becoming: she wondered?? A reptile obviously; but what kind? An alligator, monitor lizard, or just a large nondescript lizard, and one of a kind? Oh gods, it hurt! Please let it end!! She groaned as her neck began to stretch, her jaws pushing out as they lengthened, forked tongue licking over growing fangs. "UGHHH...URRRRKKK! Ssss!" She had seen the horrible misshapen things that roamed the blasted lands, lonely insane creatures shunned by all, maybe one had infected her with its curse somehow. But the horrible changes proceeded relentlessly; there being no way for her to avoid her fate, and she knew with horrid certainty that the curse would run its course unopposed. She only hoped at least enough of her human mind and awareness would remain long enough to hopefully find help. But she knew the chances were slim, the change to animal usually robbed one of their mind and sanity. Suddenly she arched her back and gave a screeching hiss of agony; tongue flailing, as it began to bulge even more about where her shoulders had once been. The two bulges were taut with pressure, and felt like large pustules ready to burst.
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Samorkahn stopped, and crouching he examined the tracks. Yes, they could only be hers. A single dismounted human and one horse. He very much doubted if anyone else was wandering the blasted land looking for a nonexistent temple that he had created as a lure. And the tracks were fresh. Standing back up he flexed his wings, then folded them tightly against his back. He began to slowly follow the tracks as he stalked his prey. Then he paused again in surprise as a loud cry suddenly came from somewhere ahead of him in the roiling fog of steam and sulfur fumes. It sounded reptilian, and had been full of pain. Had Cassandra encountered some creature that haunted this forsaken place? He would NOT be robbed of his prey by another predator, but from the sound it was hurt, so she was probably still alive and fighting. If he had to 'rescue' her from a monster in order to have the pleasure of slaying her himself, then he would do so without hesitation.
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As large bat wings burst from the swelling boils on her back in a spray of bloody mucus Cassandra gave another screech of pain, then gasped in relief as the worst of the agony faded, and turning her head on it's now much longer neck she looked at the wings in confusion. A-A Dragon, I'm becoming a Dragon; she realized. But at least the pain was fading now, a few more twinges taking place throughout her body, but otherwise it seemed to be mostly over. But what kind of a Dragon had hands instead of front paws, and breasts?? Though even larger now; but firmer as they were encased in the bands which continued up her neck to her lower jaw, they were still recognizable, complete with large rubbery areoles and nipples. With a groan she stood up and looked down at herself, and gave a hiss of horrified understanding.
"Oh gods NO! Not thisss!" She hissed softly. She wasn't a true Dragon, but a hybrid!! Like HIM!! Half human, half Dragon! Her eyes looked down a long bony scaled snout, forked tongue licking over protruding fangs, what she could see of her new body covered entirely in hard scales, bands, and hide. Nothing soft; nothing feminine, remained except for her still shapely hips and breasts, her legs now thickly muscled and powerful, in a permanent crouch as they were now digitigrades. NO; she thought in horrified despair, I'm a monster, an abomination now! The only other one like her was her arch enemy! Her wings drooped, dragging on the ground, and with some difficulty she managed to fold the strange feeling appendages and pull them against her back. Once out of the way she could see her ridged scaly back and long tail clearer, a sharp bard glinting on the tip. "Nooooo!" she sobbed, anything but THIS! This was obscene! She had to return to the order's temple immediately! Perhaps there was still some hope; however small, that this...this obscenity wasn't permanent.
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Samorkahn crouched to sniff the ground again; tail whipping excitedly. Yes, she was close!! With a hiss he stood up and resumed stalking his prey.
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She had thought the change was over, but suddenly a burning heat exploded in the slit between her legs that had replaced her human sex, and she gasped as it softened and swelled to reveal a dark pink interior, and her nipples tingled as they swelled and grew hard and rigid. As thick fluid began oozing from her quivering sex she crouched, and unable to stop herself reached between her legs and began rubbing the sensitive opening, hissing in pleasure. She could smell her own rich spicy scent, her pheromones flooding the hot humid air. Oh, oh, she'd never been so aroused before!! This must be what it's like to be in heat; she thought, ohh, ohhhh!! She needed a male, a mate! "UH-URGG! SSSSS!" Hissing and whimpering she began rubbing and stroking her swollen mound, waves of pleasure washing over her, her only thoughts now concentrated on her NEED! As one of her long clawed fingers suddenly slipped insider her needy sex she threw her head back and gave a squeal of pleasure. Oh GODS, that felt wonderful! Sliding her finger back in she continued to pleasure herself, grunting in horrified pleasure from the unwanted stimulation.
"N-Nooo! Hssss!" She wailed softly as she grunted and kept helplessly pleasuring herself. I'm a paladin! Pure and unsoiled! I-I can't...stop, but...this ...it...so ...wrong! But it felt unbelievable, and she could feel a delicious pressure building in her sensitive sex, her lips quivering eagerly as she rubbed and stroked, and with a loud hiss she lowered her head, her long muscular tongue diving between the lips of her hot wet sex, and almost instantly she climaxed as she had her first orgasm, and she reared up and roared in ecstasy as a incredibly intense orgasm washed over her grunting straining body.
"UURRRRAAAAWWWRRRR!!" Oh, the pleasure, the almost painful ecstasy!! But it wasn't enough, she wanted, needed, MORE!! Dipping her head she began eagerly licking her still sqasming sex, all inhibitions washed away by waves of sexual pleasure as she experienced what it was like to truly be a female for the first time in her life, and new more bestial needs took over, her other hand busily rubbing and squeezing her sensitive breasts, her nipples throbbing.
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Damn this bloody fog; Samorkahn thought, as he tried to see farther through the thick swirling mist. He knew he was much closer to the source of the sounds he'd been hearing, but they were confusing; and it was hard to tell exactly where they were coming from, and how far away they were in this damn twisting haze! Then he froze as a long loud squealing roar exploded from somewhere close ahead. That was no sound of pain; of conflict, he realized in shock. He knew the sounds of pleasure when he heard them, of sexual release! Though one of a kind he had taken his pleasure with other reptiles and human females many times, though more reptilian in appearance then human he was still warm blooded, and enjoyed the pleasures of sexual coupling. But though pleasurable something had always been lacking. As he crouched; unsure of what his next move would be, he suddenly raised his head and took a deep sniff as a breath of wind brought a new scent his way.
He had smelled similar scents before, but none exactly like this one. It was the scent of a female in heat, a female reptile! As the errant breeze brought an even stronger whiff of the scent to his eagerly flaring nostrils he stood up, his whole body trembling as he felt the opening of his vent soften, his retraced penis stirring. By the Dark Gods, where was that lovely scent coming from?!? He'd never smelled anything so compellingly wonderful!! Tail whipping, he dropped to all fours and started forward again, scurrying rapidly over the broken rocky ground like the large lizard he resembled. He HAD to find the source of that scent, that sweet, spicy, heady scent calling to him irresistibly! Come to me, it said, I need you! Throwing back his head he roared to let the female know he was near. All thoughts of revenge were quickly fading from his mind as that scent filled his nostrils with every breath. He had to find her, make her his! As he ran he tore off his harness, his sword falling unnoticed to the ground.
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Cassandra rocked back on her heel spurs, digging her claws into the hard ground easily for balance as she breathed heavily. Oh Gods, her whole body was still trembling as her orgasm faded. She'd never imagined such pleasure before! Was this what she had denied herself all her adult life?? But it wasn't enough! The flow of fluids from her new sex had increased, and her need had only been whetted. She had just started to pleasure herself again when a loud roar came from the near distance. She froze, her spines rising in... excitement. That roar! Tail lashing, she roared in response, then cocked her head and listened for a reply. It came immediately, and from even closer by. Rubbing her aching needy sex she shrieked in response. How could it be, a male?? Like her, here, now?? At the thought of a male she groaned, rubbing herself. Oh Gods!! Please let it be so!
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Samorkahn crested a low ridge of rock, and froze as he saw the source of the calls and scent. The female was crouched, rearing back on her legs as she shrilled another call, and he gave a loud roar to announce his arrival. She-she was like him!! Part Dragon, part human?!? But where had she come from?? How could this be!?! She was...beautiful!! Perfect! He roared again, and started down the steep slope towards her, his eyes locked on her lithe scaly form. So beautiful!
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Cassandra froze as the male Dragon crested the ridge, his roar causing her to gasp in admiration. He was magnificent! Everything she could want in a...mate. But part of her recognized him in horror; it was her sworn enemy, Samorkakn! H-How could she want him, like that?? He was a monster, a foul beast! But as he approached and his rich powerful male scent filled her nostrils for the first time she felt any inhibitions she might have had wash away on an irresistible surge of lust and desire. N-Nooo; the thought in horror, how can I!?! But already she knew; and even worse, accepted, that he was her mate, and that she was meant for him. The only two of their kind, they were draw together by their rut, that irresistible need to be with another like themselves, to be...loved. She gave another shriek of lust, and dropping to all fours she went to meet her mate.
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As the female approached him Samorkahn reared up on his legs and waited, flaring his nostrils as he drank in her heavenly scent, his eyes locked on her breathless beauty. He no longer cared where she had come from, only that she was here! Just like him, only so wonderfully female! A miracle! What he had done to deserve such a miracle never even occurred to him. Dropping back to all fours he went to meet her. As they grew nearer he paused, and as he began to circle around her she also turned, the two of them moving in a circle as they appraised one another, tails whipping, wings snapping open and closed, eyes locked on the object of their desires and needs, more like animals now then intelligent beings, each liking what they saw.
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Finally; unable to resist his need any longer, Samorkahn moved closer to the female, but she snapped at him, her tail gently slapping him across his muzzle, and he hissed in delight. She was playing with him! How nice! He felt his lust flare even more as she teased him, but then froze as he noticed something on one of her muscular arms. It was a tattoo, faded into her hard scales, but legible. He had seen it before all too many times. "C-Cassandra?" He gasped in shock.
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As the male spoke her name it cut through the rutting lust clouding her mind for a few seconds, and she gave a wail of anguish. He knew her! But she didn't care anymore about who; or what he, she, was! She needed him! At the thought of his weight on her back, his hardness buried in her, she gave a low moan of need, and turning she crouched and lifted her tail for her mate. Looking over her shoulder she gave a soft call, her eyes pleading.
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Samorkahn's hesitation was only momentary, and as she called to him, letting him know her need as she crouched submissively, he felt his shock dissolve into a fresh wave of lust. So what if this lovely creature had once been his sworn enemy; now she was like him, and was offering herself for his pleasure. And she was so beautiful in every way! As she lifted her tail exposing the glistening sight of her eager sex he gave a deep guttural hiss of pleasure as he moved to mount her, his penis aching, rampant.
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As she felt his weight slide onto her back, felt him hook one of his legs under one of her legs and tail; and realized this was really happening, some small part of her mind not completely drowned in bestial lust tried to resist, and she bucked and snarled, turning her head to snap and bite at him. But he seemed to have been anticipating such a response, and locked his jaws just behind her head at the top of her long neck, and bit down hard. And she shrieked in pain and pleasure as his cock found, and penetrated, her aching swollen vagina. The barbed head pushed between her lips, ridged shaft sliding deeply into her heaving body as he lunged powerfully, and waves of ecstasy began washing over her as he hilted and began fucking her with a fast steady rhythm, their bands rasping as he slammed into her with each thrust. Groaning; she wrapped her tail around his, and gave herself to him, completely and without further hesitation. Yesss, oh yesssss!! "HSSSSSSS!!" Oh Gods, the pleasure!!
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Samorkahn eagerly pushed the female's tail out of the way, his whole body trembling from his need, and hooking a leg out of the way he hissed loudly as he began to cover her, and when she protested he was ready. He had mated feral females before, and knew what to expect. She was strong, but he was stronger, and as he locked his jaws around her neck she shrieked, shuddered, and submitted; then arched and pushed back against him as he found, and penetrated, the hot slick wet opening of her welcoming sex. As he slid into her he hissed through his fangs in ecstasy, his eyes tightly closed. He had mated many females, both reptilian and other, but it had never been like this! Hilting, he began serving her, the pleasure almost unbearable, and it was...perfect, the two them made for; and completing, the other. All former animosities and hatred dissolved into; and were washed away, by their love for their mate. He felt he would climax and orgasm with each stroke, but it went on and on as they strained and coupled in agonizing ecstasy, her roars of pleasure echoing in the shallow valley.
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As they energetically copulated neither one noticed that they had an audience; that is until the old man spoke. He had to repeat himself before Samorkahn finally let the females neck go, and lifted his head and hissed a warning. But he kept lunging into his mate as the potion in her sexual fluids began to affect him, the incredible pleasure his only concern. They were both fully committed, and could not have stopped now even if they wanted to. The female also raised her head, and stared in puzzled recognition at the old man, recognizing him from somewhere. Already both their bodies were starting to undergo similar changes as the sexual stimulation triggered the final stage of the potions effects; which now infected both of them, having been passed on to her mate by her sexual fluids.
"Yes, Samorkahn and Cassandra, know only pleasure as you become beasts, your intelligence fading as you become true animals. Ah; I see Samorkahn knows me, but don't you recognize me, Cassandra? The sorcerer your order disgraced, and then had banished even though his knowledge of the so-called 'dark arts' could have greatly benefited the kingdom; but your holier then thou order did not want to lose any of their power, so sent you to destroy me! Driving me out to live in wretched poverty after all my years of loyal service! Tell me, how does it feel to have his cock inside of you; to know you are mating with Samorkahn, that you are now a beast like him; and tell me Samorkahn, how does it feel to have your cock buried in the cunt of your sworn enemy as you service her?? I find it ironically fitting that the two of you will become mated animals, but the potion will leave enough of your intelligence so that a small helpless part of your minds will always know your fates, but otherwise you will be nothing but wild animals; feral Dragons, and will live as such in this barren and blighted place. And all who see you will fear and loathe you.
Samorkahn hissed in horrified pleasure and realization as he felt; and saw, his own, and the female's body, slowly changing as their arms thickened into legs, their bodies swelling and bulking up, tails pushing out and becoming longer and thicker. But he couldn't stop fucking her; couldn't dismount to try and resist, every thrust into her wet slick sex more pleasurable then the last, his lust growing every second. Cassandra hissed as well, but in pleasure from the huge cock that was now growing even larger as it lunged in and out of her quivering throbbing sex as it slowly became a true reptiles vent. Even the feel of her large breasts shrinking and fading into her growing chest bands was pleasurable, and she shifted her new quadruped form to allow her mate to penetrate her even deeper, both roaring in anguished ecstasy as they climaxed; but he didn't slow down, and kept desperately fucking her, both of them now totally lost in their lust and love for one another as the intelligence in their eyes slowly faded away as their bodies became more and more bestial, their roars and shrieks louder and more bestial.
The old man watched in grim satisfaction as the changes continued. The two rutting dragon's tails grew longer and thicker still, their necks pushing out and lengthening as their heads enlarged. Their bodies swelled as they became rounder and thicker, their bony heads sprouting horns, two long slender ones on the males head, and two shorter curved ones on the females. With a guttural snarl the male brutally clamped his jaws around the female's neck to help pin her and she shrieked in pleasure, and the old man could see over a foot of the males huge cock emerge before it was plunged back into the females vent with squirts of sexual fluids staining their bands as he fucked her, both dragons roaring in ecstasy. They now bore little resemble to their formerly bipedal anthro forms, only huge mating animals now remained; nothing but natural dragons, no trace of humanity remaining.
"It won't be long now", the old man said, "and as your sentience fades so your lust will grow, and you will both remain in full blown estrus and rut, never able to entirely satisfy that horrible lust. But not to worry, your new bodies are designed for sex, so no matter how often you couple it will never be enough, and you will never become sore or spent no matter how often you cum or orgasm. Goodbye Cassandra, goodbye Samorkahn, I now leave you to live the lives of dumb animals, remembering you once used to be intelligent beings."
The old man smiled as he walked away from the rutting animals, a contented expression on his face as their roars and bellows of despair and lust slowly faded into the distance. Even if someone came looking for either of them they would never recognize the two great drakes as once having been those two as they no longer resembled their previous forms in any way. No, no one would take them for anything other than dangerous animals now. This horrible place would be their home, and they would populate it with their young as the male kept the female constantly pregnant with eggs. The only time their intelligence would return for a brief moment was when they orgasmed, but just long enough for them to remember and realize their fate. He gave a chuckle of satisfaction as the bellowing roars rose to a crescendo of ecstasy; followed by wails of realization, before becoming roars and shrieks of lust again. He hoped they enjoyed their immortality as he had included that in the potion. They would remain young and healthy, trapped in permanent animal rut in the bodies of animals, coupling constantly until the end of time, never able to slake their lust.
It had taken him many years to arrange his revenge, but now he could die happy knowing that they would continue to live on long after him as mere animals, until even their memory of his revenge had faded as the flicker of sentience in the depths of their minds slowly became dimmer.
The End
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