The Draglem: Part I
The Draglem: Part I
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Lady Lira waited anxiously at the window of her room. It had been months - months - since he had left and now that the troops were beginning to return home, she hoped and prayed that he would be among them. She had no letters from him, no word of his deeds from his superiors, no reassurance from his comrades that he was alright - and so the only thing she could do was to wait at her window, gazing out at the vast expanse of the kingdom below her and hoping that she would see him come, riding on his horse. All she was told was that he was sent on his own mission a few weeks ago and no one had heard from him since.
She had good reason for being worried. For as long as anyone could remember (and her people prided themselves on their long memories), they had been at war with the dragons. The draglem, the greatest and most fierce of the dragons, had begun the war, desiring the rulership of the land for himself. There used to be a truce, in which the kingdom would sacrifice maidens to appease the beasts; but that, too, eventually failed. Terrible, massive creatures that they were, the dragons had terrorized the countryside for years, pillaging and burning as they went. And the kingdom, in return, attacked the dragons with army upon army of men, armed to the teeth with glittering battle swords, sharp as a dragon's tooth and washed with spells so that they would pierce a dragon's tough hide. Though both sides disagreed on who started the war, all they knew was that they had to fight to keep their honor. And if there was one thing that humans and dragons could agree on, it was that honor was no light matter.
As a noble, she was required to care about the war efforts, especially because she was such a high ranking noble ("the family's the second in line to the throne itself!" her mother would proclaim proudly). But instead of defending her honor through battle, as the men did, she was expected to uphold her family's honor in a different way entirely. A young woman her age was, of course, expected to marry and to be a good wife and despite her vehement protests, Lira was expected to do the same. Lira sighed and turned away from the window, knowing that continuing to watch the trickling line of soldiers returning would only result in dashing her hopes.
Lira was, by any standards, beautiful. She was tall, her body lithe. Because she was so lean, her breasts were small, but the way her hips swayed when she walked made anyone's complaints about lack of voluptuousness vanish. Like her mother, who was said to be a descendent of kings, she had long, silky black hair that spilled over her shoulders in glossy ripples, and pale, moonlit skin that was smoother than butter and always had the scent of mint leaves on it. And like her father, a nobleman of great fame and respect, her eyes were a blazing green, quick to flash in anger, but equally quick to sparkle when she laughed. Lira was known throughout the kingdom for her beauty, her skill with a blade, and for her seemingly cold temperament.
It wasn't that she was a cruel person. On the contrary, she wasn't really cold at all, and she was actually very kind-hearted, and possessed wisdom greater than many of the councilors. But she was deeply misunderstood. The kingdom's council could never understand why when the mentioned marriage, her eyes clouded to a far away look and she suddenly seemed sad. They couldn't fathom why when they spoke of her successes, she only nodded, seemingly disinterested. She was never exactly "cold," but rather, disinterested, but the council never could comprehend such a thing, and so labeled her as such. But Lira had her reasons.
Born into a noble house, she had been, as all nobles were, taken to a soothsayer after she was born and was given her fortune. Her destiny, it seemed, was that she would one day marry a powerful and noble king, and as a queen, would end the centuries long war. Upon hearing her fortune, her parents immediately began their planning: searching for noble suitors, seeking marriage proposals, and even preliminary planning wedding planning. They could hardly contain their excitement. Their daughter, though at the time who was only an infant was the one destined to end the war!
The war had been hard on the kingdom. The royal line was strong, but not as strong as it was in the days of old. The people needed something to give them hope, something to boost morale. And Lira was the answer to the problem. According to the prophecy, in order to end the war, all she had to do was get married to a man with at least a drop of royal blood (which included a rather huge number of noblemen). "What luck!" the other noble girls would tell her enviously, sighing as they gazed at the long lines of potential suitors.
But Lira was not like the other noble girls. She never desired to be caged in a palace, forced to marry a man she did not love. No, that was not like Lira at all. She wanted, more than anything, freedom. Behind her parents' backs, she began to trade as a shieldmaiden, hoping to one day defend her own honor in battle. She was not some little girl, dependent on her parents for the smallest thing. She was a grown woman and was determined to make her own choices; not be married off like some dog.
She had met Rajar after a day of perusing suitors. Stressed, disheartened, and completely exasperated, she had fled from her parents' quarters in the palace to the Arena, desiring to vent her frustration through sword practice. But when she got to the usually empty training hall, she was surprised to find that it was occupied. There was a man in the middle of the cavernous hall, his body poised, holding a gleaming blade aloft in a defensive position. Lira watched in wonder as he began to practice a sequence of fighting stances, moving with practiced ease between each set, his body's movements fluid and sure, his face relaxed, but his eyes bright in concentration. And he performed them perfectly, without a single flaw, and with great skill.
During one of the sets, the man's body twisted itself towards her, and she made no attempt to hide herself. He had froze, his body suddenly rigid in surprise, then he relaxed. He smiled gently and asked if she was lost. Lira, though her nostrils flared at his kindly tone, corrected him and told him she was shieldmaiden and had come to practice. The man covered his shock quickly, immediately apologizing for taking up the hall, and even offering to leave if she cared to use it alone. But Lira had already been biting back a smile and, in the wake of her line of failed suitors, suddenly felt relief that there was at least one man she could, at the time, actually stand.
Lira was not one for "love at first sight," but she soon grew rather fond of Rajar. Rajar was, unlike the other men she was forced to visit, not of noble blood in the least. His family was of the merchant class, and so he was well-educated, but times of war called for fighters, not scholars, and so he enlisted. And he was extraordinarily talented.
So after hours and hours of endless small talk and disgustingly mundane brunches, Lira was able to escape to the Arena to practice her swordsmanship with Rajar. And as they practiced, he would tell her of his family, like outside the palace for a commoner, and about the war effort, while she would tell him about her travels, what she heard from the "higher ups," and about her endless stream of suitors, which seemed to amuse him. And after months of the same pattern and after finding solace in only one individual who seemed to be the only one who understood her, she began to come to realization that she was in love with Rajar.
Her parents did everything they could. They set her up with suitors, only to have her turn them away; they sent her away to distant lands to fall in love, but she only returned with tales of adventure and none of love; they forbade her from her shieldmaiden duties, which only resulted in resentment and even more sneaking out to practice; and they finally had to choice but to lock her in the palace until she agreed to submit to their terms. Lira had been caged for almost a year and even though the servants knew better than to let her practice with a sword and the guards knew that they had to keep an extra well trained eye on her, Lira still didn't submit. She told her parents, in front of the entire hall, that she would never marry a man whom she didn't love and that no amount of caging would break her.
No one could understand why she didn't marry the prince. It was, after all, her destiny. But Lira didn't care. She knew that her heart wanted Rajar.
But that had all been years ago. Years of practice and hardship, years of courtship, then finally, a year of bliss. Rajar had loved her for a long time, but never acted on it because the last thing that Lira needed was another suitor, but when Lira suddenly became receptive to his affections, he was more than happy. They managed to keep it a secret for a year before they were discovered.
Her parents had already forced the military to ban her from going on missions as a warrior, they already took away her sword, her first love and passion, and now they took away her freedom. What else could they possibly take?
It turned out, her parents could take Rajar.
Being from an incredibly wealthy and powerful noble family, Lira's family was second only to the king, and so they had a great deal of power over such matters. Within a week, Rajar had been sent on a "speciality mission," which was never good news, and Lira had been confined within the palace walls.
So now the once powerful Lady Lira, famed equally for her beauty and her blade, was now trapped in the palace, like a helpless princess in a tower, waiting for her love to return.
* * *
She didn't have much longer to wait. After months of anxiety, Lira finally heard the sound she had longed for: "Lira," said the soft voice she knew so well.
Immediately, she whirled around from her place beside the window, her eyes wide in surprise and relief. And there stood Rajar, tall and every bit the warrior that she was, her equal in every way. His skin had been bronzed by the sun after his long journey, and his dark hair was perhaps longer than how he would usually wear it, but his brown eyes shone in happiness when he saw her face and in that moment, all of her fears and worry melted away.
"Rajar!" she whispered in disbelief, running to him and throwing herself into his arms. "You're back!"
He laughed as he spun her around and kissed her face. "Lira!" he breathed, his eyes gleaming. "How I've missed you!"
"Raj," she pulled away. "You've been gone for months -- I didn't know if you were dead or alive or -- "
"Lira," he cupped his hands around her chin, calming her. "I'm back now. And that's what matters." He kissed her gently. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to write. I would have if I were able to, but I'm afraid I was rather far away."
She pushed his hands away stubbornly. "Why were you sent away from the rest of the troops? They came back weeks ago! And without any word of your whereabouts. Raj, I almost thought -- I almost thought you were --"
"Shhh," he held her close to him. "I know, I know. But I'm alright, Lira. I promise."
"I'm glad you're back," she murmured. "I've missed you." They broke their embrace and she gently brushed a strand of his dark hair from his eyes and she noticed that his deep brown eyes had changed ever so slightly and were now peppered with flecks of gold. "Rajar, your eyes - "
A smiled flickered on the corners of his mouth. "Never mind that. You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you." He gently kissed her cheek. "I'm just glad to be back."
She smiled and led him to the courtyard where there was a table that they usually sat at during his visits. "At least tell me about the mission. I've been locked up in here the entire time! I'd kill to hear about anything other than tea parties and tapestries!"
He laughed. "Ah, not much to tell. A lot of walking, a lot of cold nights." He wrapped his arms around her. "Those mountains can be cold, you know."
"And the mission? Were you successful?"
Rajar's face darkened momentarily. "No," he said slowly, "not entirely."
She raised a brow, but knew better than to ask. There were some things that warriors didn't talk about. She pushed the thought aside. "Well, I'm glad you're here, safe and sound."
Rajar's brow knitted at this. After a long moment, he shook his head and pushed himself to his feet. "Alright," he said abruptly, straightening his shirt with a firm tug, "I need to get going now."
"Going?" Lira repeated in surprise. "You just got here. And you already want to leave?"
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "I don't want to leave, Lira. But I just got back and I should probably report in first - "
"You haven't reported in yet?" Lira drew back in surprise. Every warrior knew that the first thing you did upon returning from a trip - especially when you return from a prolonged solo mission - was report to head quarters. She frowned slightly. "That's not like you."
A muscle in his neck twitched. "It just slipped my mind - "
Lira narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Usually, he, like the other warriors trained in infiltration, was good at telling a convincing lie, but he seemed unable to keep his face blank. Concern whirled in her mind. "Rajar, what aren't you telling me?"
"It's nothing, Lira; it's just something I have to do."
Lira did not relent. "I haven't seen you in months and the first thing you do is come here for a fifteen minute chat, and then leave me to run an errand?"
"Lira, I - "
"Is it about the mission? If it is, just say so. I know better than to ask questions about things like that." She let her arms drop to her sides. "If you want a few days to adjust, that's fine. Just tell me the truth and don't make up some foolish lie. Don't treat me like a common housewife; I deserve better than that."
He smiled weakly. "I know you do. Lira, you know I would tell you anything. I just - this is different."
"Different how?"
Rajar closed his eyes, as if the memory pained him. "I can't tell you - not everything, at least."
"Then tell me something." She paused. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, Raj. And you're starting to scare me."
He nodded and slowly lowered himself back into his chair, his mind flashing back to where he had been before he had returned to the kingdom. Rajar closed his eyes, and even in the golden torchlight his face seemed to pale. "The draglem," he whispered in a voice so quiet so could scarcely hear the sound as it left his lips. "I - I met the draglem."
Lira's eyes immediately blazed. Everyone in the kingdom knew what the draglem was, though few even knew what it looked like. The stories of its power and magic were enough to keep everyone in line, out of fear. The draglem was the name they gave to the great beast, the greatest of all the dragons. In the dragon kingdom beyond the protective mountain borders, it was said that the draglem was king. Those lucky enough to glimpse the draglem from a distance and survive were a rarity. And Rajar had met it? She shook her head. The mission must have gone very badly indeed: no mission would ever send a human to see the draglem. "Rajar, what do you mean, the draglem?" she said slowly.
"The draglem!" he said sharply, looking up quickly when he realized that Lira was incredulous of his claim. "I met it!"
"No one's ever met the draglem and returned. How is this possible?"
He swallowed. "It - he - did something - to me. That's why I have business to take care of. I need to meet with a wizard and make sure that I'm - safe."
"Safe?" she said incredulously. "What do you think he did to you? Why wouldn't you be safe?" When Rajar didn't answer, Lira pressed forward. "Rajar, what happened?"
He shook his head. "I don't know," he said hopelessly. "All I know is that I had a dream - at least, I think it was a dream - and I have to make sure. I have to make sure it was only a dream and not real, because if it were real, I could hurt you." He cupped her face in his hands. "And I would never do anything to hurt you. I just want to make sure."
She covered his hands with hers, holding them to her face. "You would never hurt me. I know you wouldn't." She kissed him. "But you have to tell me what's going on? What happened?"
He hesitated, his mind racing. He loved Lira and he wanted to tell her the truth, but he also wanted to protect her. Quickly, he began to spin a story that would hopefully keep her sated. Lira was far too headstrong to sit passively and wait for him to deal with his problem on his own; better that she think everything was alright that give her another issue to deal with. She already had enough with her parents and their obsession with her birth prophecy.
He took a deep breath. "It was the mission. Something - something went wrong and I was separated from the others. I don't know how it happened, but I somehow found myself on the mountain, alone." The memory burned in his mind, but he quickly smoothed over the details. "I saw a cave at the top of the mountain and I needed shelter from the storm, so I climbed up and - " He shuddered involuntarily, remembering what had happened in that cave, but he quickly pushed the thought from his mind. "And I saw the draglem." Rajar swallowed, and avoided describing the massive dragon to Lira. "It was - it was something I wasn't expecting. I wasn't expecting to deal with - something like that."
Lira had masked her expression from him, but he could see the quizzical look in her eyes, but he had nothing more to give. If he told her anything else, she'd press for more answers and she'd piece together what had happened to him. And what if she hated him for it? What if it repulsed her? He was already terrified out of his mind that the prophecy would come true; and as much as he liked fairy tales, he knew he was no prince. He couldn't risk it. He had never lied to her before, but he knew the truth would hurt worse. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know that's not a satisfactory explanation, but it's all I can give you right now. Just know that I'm doing this to protect you. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," she said quietly. "Just tell me the truth and we'll deal with it together." When Rajar didn't look convinced, she repeated. "You wouldn't hurt me."
He smiled thinly. "I hope not. But I would never be able to forgive myself if I did." He kissed her brow and quickly changed the topic. "Lira, I just had to see you when I got home. After everything that's happened, you were the one face that I needed to see; but now I have to go. It's something I have to do." He smiled. "It's probably nothing, but I'd feel better if I checked first."
Lira's brow was still furrowed. "Raj, are you alright? You look - frightened. I've never seen you like this."
Rajar quickly checked himself. "I'm fine," he said quickly. "I'll go to the head wizard and have him check me out. But it's probably nothing." The last thing he wanted to do was to worry her. And he certainly didn't want to be pressured into telling her every detail of what had happened. Perhaps later, but not now. So he moved forward and kissed her.
She fell into the kiss and he could almost hear her purring with contentment. He smiled to himself. She had missed him. And he had certainly missed her.
As they continued to kiss, their kiss steadily becoming more and more passionate until their tongues were writhing together and their hearts were beating wildly, Rajar suddenly realized that not only had he not seen Lira in months, but he also hadn't done something else in quite some time...
"Lira!" he moaned softly in her ear. "We - we have to stop - "
"Why?" she breathed in his ear. "We have time - "
Rajar closed his eyes, feeling her smooth skin against his own. It had been so long; but he promised himself that he would pay a visit to the kingdom's elder wizard to check to see if he had any spells upon him first... but Lira's body was so tempting, so seductive...
"Ohh," he sighed, his resolve failing as his desire overwhelmed his senses. "You temptress," he murmured into her ear, rubbing his body against hers. The wizard could wait. Rajar told himself that he was probably fine and he wanted to enjoy this.
She laughed, feeling his hardness pressing into her. "It's your own fault you were away for so long."
"I think you're right," he whispered, smiling as he kiss her again. "What if I promise to never do it again? Will you forgive me?"
"I think I might be able to; if you can put off taking care of your business - "
He laughed, and kissed her deeply. "Alright," he breathed, letting his kisses trail down her neck. "I suppose I could put it off for a bit - " He nuzzled against her as his mind whirled in lust. "Provided that I take care of some other business first."
Lira laughed as he lifted her up into his arms; now that she knew he was safe, all she could think about was how desperately she needed him to fulfill a need that only he could.
They were in her bedroom in minutes and on her bed in less.
They embraced, their kisses filled with love intermingled with lust, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as they tore their clothes from each other. Soon, Lira was naked, her long, smooth body spread out upon the bed with streams of her silken black hair spilling over her shoulders; and Rajar was standing over her, his body lean with hardened muscle, marred with the thin white scars that crisscrossed his skin, and his erection jutting out from his body. He fell onto her and ran his hand up the length of her body, breathing in her scent.
Lira pulled him to her and kissed him as he reached down and gently inserted the head of his penis into her. She moaned, tilting her head back at the sensation of being penetrated. It had been too long - far too long, since the last time.
Rajar laughed softly and withdrew, lavishing kisses onto her neck until she protested. Then he gently entered her again, deeper this time and she wrapped her arms around him to prevent him from withdrawing. He hilted inside of her quickly, gasping as he felt her moist folds ripple around his throbbing length.
Quickly, they found a rhythm, and began to make love in earnest, having not done so in months. They were too absorbed with the pleasure they felt at being together that they failed to notice that Rajar's eyes had begun to glow a strange golden color...
As he continued thrusting into her, his body spasmed, shaking violently as he continued to service her. At first he ignored it, his mind too awash in the pleasure of their coupling, but as he continued, he began to realize that something was wrong. His penis, which had been sliding in and out of her slick sex at a furious pace, suddenly began to tingle and he moaned softly, feeling the sensitive skin burst with pure pleasure. His thrusting became more difficult, much more labored as Lira's passage seemed to become smaller, and impossibly tight and he groaned loudly, feeling her passage's vice grip on him making him almost cum. But then his joints began to heat up, and a burning sensation rippled briefly through his body.
Rajar's eyes widened with panic. Suddenly fully aware of what was about to happen, he desperately tried to pull back, to pull out, but Lira had already cried out from underneath him in pain. But as their coupling continued, he seemed to become much larger within her. So large that she could feel her passage stretching more and more until he could barely move inside her because she was so tight and he was so huge. But that didn't stop him from trying.
"Rajar!" she cried out in alarm, feeling his massive length tug sharply on her folds. "You -- your -- " But she ended her cry in a moan, unable to even bring herself to finish it. Their coupling had been wonderful and deeply pleasurable, as it always was, but this time something was different. At first, she assumed it was because they had not seen each other in months -- they were both highly aroused and desperate to make love, and because it had been a while, she assumed she would be tighter than usual and perhaps he was simply more rampant. He couldn't be - growing - could he? It was impossible. No one could grow this quickly in such a short length of time unless... unless there was magic involved. Then a terrible though hit her as she realized: _the draglem! _
"Lira!" he cried out, his voice ripping from his throat like a scream. "I - I can't stop!" Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Something, deep within him, was beginning to consume his mind and control his body; something was telling him to keep going, to not stop. Rajar cried out, trying to brace himself against the force, but whatever it was was far too strong and threw him off entirely. And then he was too late to stop it.
Lira whimpered in pain as Rajar continued to thrust into her. This was her fault. He fault entirely. He told her that he wanted to go to the wizard first, that he wanted to make sure that everything was alright after his mission and she had told him no. She had laughed off his concerns and coaxed him into ignoring them as well. And now his penis was almost twice its normal size. And still growing.
"Ugghhhhhh! Urrrrgh!" He grunted, continuing to service her as his penis continued to grow. Each beat of his heart made it throb and with each throb it grew larger until it was almost unwieldy in size. But now his penis was no longer growing in size or girth, it was now changing shape. To what he didn't know, but it made him so overwhelmed with pleasure that his mind went blissfully blank as he felt his balls twitch and empty their load.
He was cumming into her. He had been cumming into her. But it didn't stop. Rajar was thrusting into her - hard - crying out half moans, half sobs, as he serviced her, blinded by both pleasure and pain. And when she felt the hot jets of ejaculation begin to fill her, she almost cried with relief. It was done. It was over. But after a minute, he was still spewing into her. And after another minute, he was weeping, helplessly thrusting as his body began to violently shake and all of his control broke down entirely.
Lira tried to push him off, but he seemed firmly latched within her. "Rajar, stop! Stop!" But he seemed unable to do so. His entire body was trembling and after he finally spurted for the last time, he collapsed exhaustedly on top of her, his breathing ragged and irregular, his massive inhuman penis still lodged in her. But then something else was happening. His quivering body was beginning to move, though he made no effort to rise. Then the thought hit her: he's transforming!
She cried out. "Stop! Rajar, you have to stop! You have to pull out!"
But he did not respond. He only let out a low moan, that sounded suspiciously like a lowing bellow, and reeled his head back, straining away from her; but his cock was still firmly locked inside her. His eyes, once a rich brown, were now bright gold, and gleamed in the darkness with an unnatural glint. And she knew it was already too late.
His entire body began to shake, his limbs rigid as the transformation suddenly surged through his body. His back arched sharply as ridges rose form his spine and pushed out form his back; hardening and growing into small, blunt spikes. His hands gripped her body with an inhuman strength as his muscles grew at an alarming rate, bursting under his skin and as his bones began to break and grow and rearrange. Black scales were beginning to push out from his skin, covering his flesh in the dull toned armor of something inhuman... something draconic -
Rajar cried out as his tail bone suddenly lengthened, extending forth from his backside and pushing outwards; immediately thickening and covering itself in gleaming black scales and rigid tail spikes and his entire body shook violently with a powerful spasm. He could Lira crying out in surprise and pain, but there was nothing he could do. He was trapped within her and transforming, just as he had in the cave the week before -
He screamed, feeling his blood course through his veins with painful throbs, suddenly boiling hot. His body was growing so quickly, and soon he was the size of a horse, but he kept growing larger and larger. His hands stretched and snapped, his fingers curling into claws, each ending in a wickedly sharp talon that could easily kill a human with one swipe. His body continued to grow in size, his muscles bulking up his form as he quickly grew to the proper size for a draglem. He cried out when he felt his balls begin to draw up into his body, the sensation of which sent ripples of pleasure through his body, making his already huge cock pulse pleasurably. When his feet changed, he temporarily collapsed onto Lira again as he lost his footing, but as soon as they shifted into claws, he rose off her and braced himself again, his mind desperately clinging to the thought that he must not hurt her. He must not hurt Lira!
Finally, his face pushed out into a muzzle, his nose and mouth stretching outwards as his jaw was filled with rows of razor sharp teeth that glittering menacingly in the darkness. He lost his human voice as his vocal chords shifted into that of a monster, his tongue spilled out from his gaping maw, and he felt his throat stretch as his neck lengthened and as it grew the strange skin inside it that made it fireproof. Rajar's eyes blazed a bright gold that glowed in the darkness as his body finished its transformation, settling on the form and jet black colored scales; there was a final popping sound as wings burst forth from his shoulder blades and their damp membranes stretched out into the air, knocking over the furniture in Lira's room as they unfurled their length. As Rajar realized fully what he had become, what he had transformed into, the dormant presence in his mind awakened fully, overwhelming his human mind and reason and taking over him utterly. Rajar fought it the best he could, but exhausted and confused by his sudden transformation, he collapsed into himself and the beast took control.
Lira stared at it in wonder. The beast was a dragon. And not just any dragon; a draglem. King of the dragons. Its hide jet black and smooth with his sleek scales rippling over his corded muscles, its enormous wingspan made for endurance and speed, furled tightly against his back as its long tail whipped from side to side in the bedroom, knocking over furniture and smashing tables in its wake. Its golden eyes gleamed with a terrible glow, though it was dark in the room and when the beast moved she could just catch sight of the glint of the moonlight off its wickedly sharp claws that could render her in pieces before she could even think of reaching for her sword. Her sword that was locked away in the treasury anyways and of absolutely no use to her...
Lira tried to calm herself. Rajar had turned into the dragon, therefore the dragon standing before her was Rajar. But though she had witnessed his transformation, the dragon was not Rajar. The way it moved its hulking mass, the way it flared its nostrils at her scent, the way it kept its hunter's gaze on her; that was not Rajar. Rajar had been transformed into a dragon and then the dragon's mind had taken over his. How could she possibly kill something that once was Rajar? Or might even still be? No, if it were any other dragon, she would have slain it without a second thought, but not this one. This one was Rajar.
Its head lashed about, snarling, as the beast reeled in confusion, trying to collect its bearings. It was trapped in a house - a human house! A hunter's house. Its instincts told it to free itself, to flee, and to destroy anything that prevented it from doing so. But as it tried to move, it heard a cry from underneath it and realized immediately why it was aroused and trapped. It had been rutting, and its mating partner was far too small for it and trapped around its massive dragonhood.
The beast snorted, about to rip the weakling from his pride and be off, but before it could raise a claw, something in its mind stirred. The creature had no rationale or reason, but a part of its mind was still human and still retained the capacity to do so, and it had Rajar's memories. Memories of pleasure. And a protectiveness. No, it would not kill the human, but it was Rajar's mate and a female. The beast purred, feeling its penis throb pleasurably within her.
Lira laid still when the massive beast reeled back in alarm and anger, but it seemed to calm down relatively quickly. She thought that she saw a brief flash of Rajar in its golden eyes, but it quickly faded again as the beast took control and shifted its massive body around, causing her pain. But she did not cry out again; she simply waited. But suddenly, deep within her, she felt his penis twitch. Lira's eyes widened as it twitched again, nudging her sensitive vaginal walls and she realized that the beast that was once Rajar was becoming aroused. And would grow to even bigger proportions.
"No," she gasped, no larger caring if she angered the beast as she tugged at the massive length, trying to removed it from her splayed folds. But the creature only grunted and gyrated its hips, feeling pleasure in her desperate attempts to remove it from her.
Trilling, the beast lurched forward, straddling her small frame with its massive body; its lust-filled eyes glancing down only once to make sure it was still secured inside her. Then it dug its claws into the bed and began to thrust.
Lira groaned. It penis was rapidly swelling now in both length and girth. She had though its penis was huge before, but the erect draconic cock was nothing short of monstrous now. It forced her legs to spread in an undignified splay upon the bed and still it could barely stuff itself into her. It length was easily a foot long now and as thick as an arm; the thing was slippery smooth and as black in color as the dragon's scales were, and it ended in a tapered point, that the dragon seemed determined to wedge into her womb.
Already she could feel her insides heating up from the steady stream of pre that was gushing from its tip. The dragon made another grunting noise and thrust its hips firmly forward until she could feel its smooth belly that held its internal balls, resting against her naked flesh.
"Please," she whispered, but the beast ignored her and hilted.
Calling out in triumph, the beast gripped its claws into the bed and began to rock its hips back and forth, taking out the tight-fitting penis from her abused channel for a moment before stuffing it back in again. With its pre gushing from its slit, Lira's passage, though tight, soon was slick enough that the beast could move unhindered and quickly went from humping her to violently rutting. It thrust into her again and again, throwing its weight forward with all its might, ignoring her muffled cries of pain. Faster and faster it thrust, until Lira had opened enough that it could move its penis in and out of her without hindrance. The beast grunted loudly as it firmly jabbed its massive dragonhood into her, its grunts growing louder and louder until it made a squeal of surprise and launched itself forward with all its power.
The dragon threw his head back and roared, unfurling its wings so that it upturned tables and chairs, breaking the furniture in its wake, and came in her. Lira gasped, feeling a mind-numbing pleasure wash over her as her stretched passage was suddenly flooded with his searing hot seed. She cried out as his cock shook violently within her, pulsing over and over again as it churned out more and more of his thick cum into her.
She lay panting, the weight of the beast pressing her back into the floor, her legs splayed ridiculously open; she could feel her labia lips stretched beyond capacity, their grotesque bulging parodying birth as they strained against the monstrously huge organ that was firmly planted deep within her.
The beast, having finally calmed down after its lustful rutting, stirring again, opening its golden eyes and blinking wearily. It looked around, as if it were unaware of its surrounding, and it shifted its weight, as if it rise.
She cried out, feeling the massive penis inside her tug painfully at her swollen netherlips, ad the beast immediately stopped. It looked down at her, seeing her splayed beneath it and surveyed her for a moment. Then it gently snaked its head down and licked her check, whining softly, its eyes wide in horror and desperation, suddenly very unlike the animalistic gleam they had before.
"Rajar?" she whispered softly, and to her surprise, the beast nodded its head. It could understand her! And what was more, it was in complete control.
It whined again, looking deeply pained and concerned, settling down so that its penis was straining against her, but made sure that its weight was supported on its own legs, rather than crushing her vulnerable body.
She knew he was scared, she knew he would never harm her intentionally. And, as much as she didn't want to admit it, their coupling had been as pleasurable as it was painful. But she pushed all of those thoughts from her mind in order to focus on her current situation: Rajar had turned into a dragon, not just a minor dragon, but a draglem, a royal and rare breed; had bred with her; and was now locked securely within her.
"Rajar," she murmured, relying on all of her training in order to force her voice to remain calm and keep her body from shaking in fear. "Rajar, are you in control of yourself?"
The dragon that was Rajar closed its eyes for a moment, then nodded its head. Loss of control, for a warrior, was considered the greatest shame. Being a skilled swordsman meant being able to harness complete control of the situation and yourself and Rajar had completely lost himself. But now he seemed to be in control, though he was still trembling in fear.
"Rajar, it's going to be alright. I promise. We'll get through this - "
Rajar's ears flicked as a knock came at the door. "My lady?" a serving girl called out. "My lady are you alright? I thought I heard - screaming - "
Lira's eyes widened. Rajar, with a slightly panicked look in his golden eyes, glanced down to where he was still firmly tied to her and then looked at the door again, breathing heavily.
But Lira stroked his withers, calming him. "I'm alright," she called, making her voice sound tired but relaxed instead of terrified and pained. "Go back to bed, Betty."
The serving girl paused behind the door. "Are you - are you sure?"
"Everything's fine, Betty. I'm going to bed now and don't wish to be disturbed. Good night."
Another pause. "Good night, my lady."
Lira waited until she was sure the girl had left. Then she looked up at Rajar. "Well," she said in a quiet voice, "we can't stay like this all night. Do you know how much longer you'll be hard?"
Raj shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he huffed in irritation. His eyes swept over their bodies, and where they were connected, then to the ruined bed. He made a soft sound in his throat to reassure her, then slowly rocked his body to her side, keeping a hold on her so that his throbbing penis didn't tug at her lips too hard, and settled beside her, so that they were both on their sides, facing one another.
"Thank you," Lira murmured in relief. At least they wouldn't have to spend the night with her splayed on the bed with Rajar's massive weight crouching over her. She ran her hand over his smooth, hard stomach scales and nestled in close to him. His body, though scaly, was surprisingly smooth, and was comforting in its warmth and imposing size. Lira, now that the mating was over, actually felt rather safe and, aside from his overly stretched netherlips, comfortable.
Rajar made a soft sound in the back of his throat, as if to apologize, but Lira wearily hushed him.
"Shhh," don't worry, she comforted him. "We'll figure this out. Just go to sleep. Everything will be alright. Just wait until morning - "
The beast whined quietly in thanks and settled down, his warm, soft body next to hers as they both drifted off to sleep, his penis still locked within her.