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Hidden Destiny Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Beardbear

A soft hush blanketed the mountain, muffled not by the absence of everything, but by the faintest mist that drifted down in the bright rays of sunlight. Dark steel colored clouds hung heavy in the air, only to come to an abrupt end where the golden sun unleashed the full brightness of sunlight to the lands below. It was a perfect contrast for David and after such a strange winter, he was finally ready to get outside and enjoy nature again. The eighteen year old was a modest height at five foot nine and he was incredibly lanky, his arms and legs as skinny as sticks, he often was mistaken for an underclassman... but one didn't need great physical prowess to hike, for that they only needed stamina and an appreciation for nature and David had both.

The wind rippled through the young man's deep brown hair as he ascended. His fingers clutched rocks for handholds, his hiking boots wedged into crevices to propel him upwards and stones went tumbling down the slope of the mountain below. David had not taken the path well traveled, choosing instead to try and see a sight he doubted anyone had seen in a long time. It had been torture for David to be cooped up as long as he had been. The winter had been bland... No snow at all but temperatures low enough to prohibit any outdoor fun, then as soon as spring hit, the entire region had been blanketed with record breaking snow. David had enjoyed the oddities of weather, but he was glad that the snow had melted and the chaos of spring was mild enough to allow him to make his ascent.

Some would say that David was a fool for making such a climb with so little. He had no locator beacon, no cell phone, no energy bars or flares. He had nothing but the clothes on his back, a black t-shirt with the emblem of a heavy metal band and his black jeans. David didn't like the idea of being weighed down when he was on a climb and the black clothes just served to keep him a bit warmer. Still, he was having the time of his life. His fingers clutched at the rocks, grayish brown from the dust and the dirt. David wasn't sure why, but it always made him feel a bit more manly to have dirt beneath his fingernails and he had always been in love with nature.

When he had been a child, David had done all the manly deeds one could do with his father; fishing, wood carving, boating, hunting... But when his father had passed, that all slowly fell by the wayside. His mother always worked and bought him any computer game he wanted to keep him occupied. David was an alright student, but he had fallen into the trap of a sedentary life... at least until he was thirteen. One day during a particularly strong rain he had gone outside just to bask in it. He had started walking and he walked all night until he came to a hill outside town. He climbed the hill, reaching the summit just as the sun rose and made all the rain shine line a trillion drops of stars falling across the Earth. It had been that day that he swore to himself that he would take part in nature again, to hold onto some shred of what his father had been trying to teach him... and he had.

David's one regret was that he hadn't grown any stronger from his efforts. He loved climbing, he loved the woods and the wild, the rivers and the valleys. He did whatever he could to take part in them but it never seemed to make him any bigger. His arms were still scrawny, but at least they were big enough to get him up the mountain. David had been climbing since dawn and a few hours had passed. He'd made rather significant progress, moving up the side of the mountain never visited. All the trails were on the far side where the terrain was more forgiving, but David preferred the craggy rocks. Something about it seemed a lot more wholesome, as if he was out there with the best nature had to offer.

More pebbles scattered down from beneath David's feet as he climbed, but as he reached up, his fingers found a wide rock ledge. David grunted gently, holding onto the ledge with all his might as his feet looked for holes to anchor in. He got one foot wedged and pushed up, launching himself upwards. His head and shoulders slipped up over the rock ledge just enough for him to slide one shoulder onto the rock. David's feet dangled a bit before he pulled himself the rest of the way over the edge and onto the ledge before he rolled onto his back and sighed with relief.

He laid on the edge for a short moment before he slowly sat up and gazed out at the view he couldn't see while he was climbing. The mountain sunk off below him, blending into the hilly fields beyond, covered in dew soaked grasses. On the horizon was the city, the tall sky scrapers casting shadows on the rest of the buildings despite the light of day having arrived. David never really knew why, but the city always seemed like it didn't really belong there, like someone had just dropped their toys on pastureland. Still, the rest of the view was amazing... Shadows blanketed a portion of the landscape and thick columns of sunlight danced along like fingers tracing the ground. It was truly beautiful.

The minutes passed, then an hour. David gazed out across the lands as if they were his kingdom, taking great pride in the fact that he had climbed so high by himself, his chest filling and falling with the rare air of such an inaccessible place. As the time slipped away, the sun climbed the sky. Shadow fell across the north side of the mountain, shrouding David in anonymity. David smiled softly to himself before he put his hands on either side of his hips and forced himself back up to his feet, deciding to look around. If the lands below were his kingdom, surely this was his throne room. David turned, looking at the ledge he had stumbled across... and then marveled at how truly large it was.

From the ground it looked as if the peak was practically a sheer cliff face, dropping down several hundred feet, but the ledge he had found was as large as a ranch style home, perhaps larger. There were boulders and pebbles scattered around, but with the exception of one massive gray-bronze rock in the center, the rest was fairly flat and smooth. David was amazed, but more than anything he was starting to become captivated by the gray bronze rock in the center of his 'throne room'. The eighteen year old moved over at a light jog before reaching out, running his hand over the stone. It was sleek, well polished by the weather t as hard as a diamond. More than anything, it was a beautiful color... and very large.

David had to back up to get a full appreciation for the rock. It was as big as the boat his father had owned, well larger than any car he had seen before. It was longer than it was wide, but it was fairly wide.... And it had an amazing slope about it. It almost looked fluid with the way it rose and fell. David looked at the rock with all the imagination of his youth, trying to picture various things it could be... but eventually the imagination faded, replaced with the mild fatigue of climbing so very high on his own. David knew that in time the sun would pass far enough to light his way back down, he just had to wait it out... and since he had made the climb already, he thought he might as well enjoy it.

Once more David moved to climb a rock, the rock in the center of the space. He slipped up the side, moving to deposit himself in a dip of the rock near one side, just between the thick wide mound and the long, narrow extension. The dip was just the right size for him to curl up in, snuggling against the unforgiving stone as he let his eyes slip shut. His mind danced about ideas of grandeur, stories of adventure and the amazing things he had seen as part of nature. David's heart slowed, his breathing grew shallower and soon consciousness had fled him, leaving him asleep. It seemed he was completely at home in the realm of stone and shadow, but he wasn't the only one.

Slowly, beneath David, the gray-bronze rock shifted just a bit. Two cracks formed before they parted, revealing intense amber eyes with narrow black iris slits up the center. The stone eyelids blinked before the substance seemed to shift and change. What had been stone slowly started to turn to scale. The contours and curves that David had so admired revealed themselves as muscle and limb. Thick legs had been tucked up beneath the mighty beast, its tail tucked around its haunches and its wings folded at its sides. The only craggy parts of the rock proved themselves to be horns as the color of stone drained away, revealing ivory horns rising up behind its head. Nostrils flared wide, sniffing at the air before its powerful jaws separated, sharp teeth proving the filter as it drew in the cold mountain air.

The Dragon had been slumbering for ages, undisturbed, but in one casual nap, the human had roused him. The Dragon was stunned that any human would be so bold... at least for a moment. As the Dragon awoke and his senses spread out into the world, his heart began to ache. He could no longer feel the magic of his people, nor the magic of the realm. The air was buzzing with the chaos of something new, vibrations and waves of energy that meant nothing to the dragon. His eyes started to slowly scan the rock around him, realizing how much had been eroded by rain, how long he had been sleeping. The dragon slowly sunk against the rock, feeling the loss of the time, the ages, of magic... but man was still around, there was one on him after all.

The dragon turned his attention to the human slumbering upon his neck. The massive amber eyes closed and he focused on the human's mind, reaching into it. He sifted through the news of the day, the information from school, then he delved deeper. He learned the buzzing of the air came from technology, the cell phones and wifi and radio waves... but beneath all that, the dragon started to see something promising... Buried in David's mind were memories of nature in unspoiled splendor, of doing all the things a male should do. The dragon began looking back further, using his magic to look through the ages. He looked to David's father, grandfather, great grandfather. He followed the line of ancestors all the way back to their roots... and then he found precisely what he had been hoping for.

"Viking..." The dragon growled in bliss. The voice was so deep and so loud that it was like the cracking of thunder, the vibration reverberating through David. He tumbled from his perch atop the dragon's neck, falling to the ground. He grunted in surprise, reaching to rub his shoulder where he had fallen, coming back to his senses. As his vision cleared, it was dominated by a large mass moving over him. David reached up, thinking an avalanche had started, trying to block it from him. What his hands found instead was a scaly hide. The dragon felt the human's hands on its chin and moved its head to nuzzle them before its lips parted and a thick tongue slurped over them. David gasped in shock as saliva coated his hands, running down his arms. He shivered a bit as he looked at the dragon and the huge eyes in wonder.

"I hit my head, this is a hallucination..." David whispered.

"No, you hit your shoulder and this is real." The dragon replied simply. David almost chuckled.

"Or I'm dead, and this is a very interesting after life..." He muttered, "Maybe I fell during my climb, or froze to death, or was crushed in an avalanche..." David surmised. The dragon rolled his very large eye.

"You fell off my neck, you are perfectly fine." The beast rumbled. He slowly lifted up off his haunches, rising twenty feet higher into the air before a large bronze paw reached out. Two claws came together to pinch the fabric of David's shirt and lift him up. David gasped as he was hoisted off the ground, his feet dangling for a moment before he was set back down. David stood before the Dragon, still and afraid. The dragon seemed none the wiser as it stretched out its wings. The leathery flesh extended like sails, spreading out over the rock ledge before they folded back up. The dragon's spaded tail unfurled, whipping around behind him before he let it slam down onto the ground.

David watched the dragon move and shift, studying his features. It was surprising how accurate many movie makers had been over the ages. His body was built rather like the European dragons with stout, strong legs, a thick body and a graceful head. Two proud horns rose off the back of the dragon's skull and three shorter horns came off the back of his cheeks on either side. A wide, flat ridge of overlapping scales protected his spine and looked almost silver in color. The silver graduated to gray on his sides, then more of a bronze along his underside... He was the color of metal and earth.

"How long have you been here?" David whispered, finally summoning enough strength to speak. Even if it was a dram, questioning it was only going to make the dream less fun. He might as well go along with it.

"I fear many hundreds of years. Humans have changed so much, but I feel a spark of the old magic inside of you still." The dragon said.

"Old magic?" David asked. The dragon slowly lowered onto its hind legs, keeping itself propped up with the front almost like a cat. It looked at David with the deep amber eyes.

"Before the age of man, the dragons were plentiful... but we were an old and long lived race. Our numbers diminished, and as man progressed, they hunted us even more... To be fair, we did eat their sheep... and cows... and many other delicacies." The dragon said, slowly licking his lips before he remembered where he was in the story, "With our race disappearing, we decided to entrust the secret of our magic to a clan of men, the Viking lords. The elders would not trust our offers, it took the bravery of a young man to take the leap of faith. His name was Odin. He accepted our offer, our magic... but something happened we did not expect, the dragon he learned from and he were bound together. He was the first dragon rider... but he would not be the last. His sons and our sons, then their descendants... The magic was passed down generation by generation." The dragon explained. David had listened eagerly as if it was some great fairy tale, gazing up at the dragon in wonder.

"And... And I have that magic in me?" David asked hopefully. The dragon chuckled gently before nodding.

"Yes, a bit... A tiny ember glowing in the hearth, an ember I must make grow before you can be my rider." The dragon said. David's jaw dropped softly.

"Wait, your rider?" David asked. The dragon's head lowered and then rose.

"I am bound to the line of Vikings. No ordinary human could have woken me. You will be my rider, my partner; it is your hidden destiny." The dragon said.

"This is so amazing... But... I don't even know your name." David said softly.

"In the old tongue I am called Váli, but to your speak... Perhaps Vale would be more fitting." The dragon said, looking into the eyes of the human. The massive creature was silent for a long moment before he summoned the courage to tell the human the truth, "If you walk this path, you leave all else behind. You will have magic, long life, pleasure and passion... but you will no longer walk in stride with other men. You will be something far more." Vale explained. David looked up at the dragon, then down at the stone before he slowly turned to look out across the landscape.

He'd always felt like he was a part of nature, that he was destined for something more, but he'd never expected there to be an option or an alternative. He wasn't even completely sure what he was experiencing was real, but the mounting pain in his shoulder and tailbone seemed good indicators. He thought about his mother and how... after the death of his father, her soul had gone cold. He was practically done with school and had little desire for more. He was eighteen, he was a man... It was his decision. David slowly turned, seeing the dragon with his head lowered to the ground. He was surprised by the posture, but soon realized that it must have been hard for the dragon to share that last tidbit, knowing he might say no.

"What must I do?" David whispered. Vale lifted his head, his eyes opening wide in surprise. He was shocked that the human would so easily accept. The Vikings truly had been a noble breed.

"You must bear my mark... and the spark inside you will grow into a raging flame." Vale said. David blinked in confusion.

"Your mark... Okay?" he asked gently. Vale reached out, stretching one clawed finger towards the human. David turned his head, watching as the dragon drew his sleeve up over his shoulder. He was uncertain what Vale was going to do before suddenly the claw cut into his flesh. David winced as the dragon traced a rune into the skin, pulling his finger back upon its completion. David's wince turned into a gasp as the flesh tingled and healed, but the rune remained. The line turned bluish black, then darker. The magic spread into his skin, the pattern becoming more complex. It became embellished; forming what appeared to be a tattoo, thick across his bicep... a bicep that was starting to grow.

David gasped softly, feeling a great warmth spread into his chest. He breathed deep but that only seemed to fan the flames. Ever so slowly, the sleeves of his shirt grew tighter around his arms rather than hanging loose. Flesh filled out steadily before the first bulges of true muscle began to emerge. The cuff of the sleeve dug into his skin before even the shoulder muscles thickened. Every breath David took caused his chest to rise, but his chest didn't shrink down as he exhaled. David murmured, feeling his ribs disappear beneath a layer of flesh, and then slowly his shirt pushed out over his pectoral muscles.

"What's happening?" David whispered. Vale moved his head closer, a smile crossing his draconic face.

"You are becoming the vessel of my magic, a being of long life... a true Viking." Vale whispered. David moved his arms around, looking at the muscle in wonder... but as he held his arms up, he paused. The dark brown wisps of hair on his arms seemed to be draining of color. The brown ebbed away, leaving almost colorless blond hairs. He turned to look at Vale wordlessly, gazing into his massive eyes. David had been searching for an answer, but he never expected to see his reflection in the massive amber eye before him, or to see what was truly happening.

It almost was as if his hair had been colored by a cheap dye all this time and some invisible rain was washing it out. The brown streaked out of his hair and a resilient silky straw colored blond began filling in behind it... but his hair wasn't just changing color, it was growing as well. David's back arched as he saw the blond bangs fall across his eyes, feeling it creep down his neck and over his ears. While it had been shaggy before, the hair was taking on a silky texture. David shuddered again as the hair slipped down over his shoulders and the back of his shirt. His bangs had gotten so thick that he reached up and brushed it back over his ear, surprised by just how natural the gesture felt.

While David found it hard to express in words, he had always wanted to grow his hair out... but something always got in the way, whether it was work or school or the tastes of his age. David let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, holding his arms out, feeling the blond hair spool out of his head, passing his shoulders and reaching the small of his back. Even his eyebrows lightened, only keeping a slight hint of the original brown. David took a soft breath in wonder before a grin played about his lips. He opened his eyes and looked back into his reflection. He'd been okay with how he looked before, but now he looked amazing. While the black clothes had suited him before, the contrast with the light hair was stunning. It was the first time David had felt so good about himself.

"Oh thank you Vale!" David said, rushing over. He wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck, hugging it.

"The change has barely started child..." Vale said in surprise. David tilted his head.

"What's nex-" David paused as his voice cracked. It had been years since it had done that. David looked back up at the dragon, "Vale, what's happening... to... me..." David murmured. Every word that left his throat was deeper than before. David paused, letting the words echo in his mind. He sounded older, tougher, more amazing. David grinned and reached up, stroking the dragon's muzzle. Vale leaned into the hand, sighing in relief. It had been a very long time since he had been touched. When he felt the human's warm lips on the side of his face, he was even more surprised. Somewhere beneath the thick silver scales, there was a hint of a blush, though no human could see it.

David smiled, looking into Vale's eye for a long moment before he paused, feeling his shirt digging into his neck. It had been growing tighter with every breath, but it was starting to get ridiculous. He reached up and moved to take it off. The shirt slid up, revealing a cut washboard stomach, the muscles firming on it into a ten pack. His pecs were meaty, like thick steaks. David managed to get his shirt off and tossed it aside onto the rock, shaking out his blond hair that whipped around almost like a mane. Vale was taken aback by how much the human youth had changed in such a short time... and he felt a stirring he had not felt in a very long time.

David took a few steps away from Vale to let the cool mountain air wash over his body, but as he took those steps he started to wince, then wobble. David had felt a few growing pains in his life, mostly in his legs, but the pain setting into him was stronger than anything he had felt before. There was no words for it more fitting than ache, except perhaps a burning ache. David reached down to rub at his legs before he doubled over, gritting his teeth, air hissing through his mouth. He shuddered, feeling the pain grow more intense. Vale moved from his spot, following after the human.

"If you need to lie down, I can protect you, ease the pain..." Vale offered.

"No, I can do this... I am a Viking..." David said, panting softly, groaning. He looked down at his ankles, realizing that he could in fact see them. His legs were growing longer and thicker, causing his pant legs to ride up, exposing the top of his socks, then his ankles, then parts of his lower leg. It was almost as if his jeans were high water shorts or something. David began rubbing his legs, trying to get at the pain. His fingers traced through the thick blond hair on his legs. Somehow it did make him feel better, at least until the inseam of his jeans started digging into his thigh. David grunted softly before he untied his shoes and kicked them off before reaching for the button of his pants.

"What are you doing David?" Vale asked in surprise.

"At the rate I'm growing, if I don't get these pants off, I won't be able to." David replied. He unzipped his pants and dropped them down around his ankles, stepping out of them, wearing only his underwear and his socks... though the view had changed quite a bit. His underwear had grown tight, cupping his muscled ass cheeks. As David worked around, his shoulders started to spread wider, both in the thick mantle of muscle and in the bone beneath. His ribs started to thicken and spread apart slowly as well, spreading the growing pains from his legs to his back. David grunted softly, bearing the pain remarkably well. If anything, he was looking proud that he was handling it well... and then Vale noticed it.

While David was still soft, his manhood had started to grow. It was a mere four and a half inches thick in his pants, but slowly the flesh had begun to push out, curving around its cotton confines. As it extended, his balls began to swell, growing plumper and rounder, the sack stretching over larger testicles. David was so distracted by the sensation in his legs and back that he hadn't noticed his package growing, but Vale was completely entranced. Vale lifted his paw gently and traced a symbol into the air. The symbol remained there, glowing for a moment before it disappeared.

David's lip twitched before a grin crossed his face. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he grunted. His shaft had stretched to six inches, then seven while remaining completely soft, but it wasn't staying soft anymore. Blood began to rush into his shaft, engorging it slowly. The mushroom shaped head swelled, the shaft widened and his length grew longer. Slowly the underwear began to be pulled out away from his body, leaving a gap between his lap and the waistband. Thick curls of blond hair emerged from the gap, slowly growing thicker as it crept up his stomach. The hair surrounded his navel, slipping up further. As it approached his chest, his chest started to get thick with hair almost in anticipation.

To Vale it seemed as if he was watching a wheat field grow in fast motion, to see such a thick forest of blond spread across that broad chest, the treasure trail from his groin plunging into it. The thick curls spread all over the young man's chest, counterbalancing just how sleek his hair was. This hair was robust, tough, and sinfully manly. David reached up to rub at his chest and as his arms raised, thick patches of gold hair were revealed in his pits, growing thicker and longer. In fact, the hair on his arms and legs grew thicker as well.

Vale was incredibly surprised. He had cast a minor spell to arouse David, to try and distract him from the pain, but David had taken to it so strongly. More than that, he had taken to the entire experience so strongly. Vale had converted a few riders in the past, but nothing had ever been quite so sudden. In minutes David had transformed more fully than most riders did in two months, and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. Vale watched David shift and grow, especially his package. Vale had tried to be respectful, but it was so tantalizing. Soon the dragon let out a shudder of bliss, then a wistful sigh.

Beneath his large body, a slit in Vale's leathery hide opened up. Thick clear juices dripped out of the slit before a glistening black obsidian cock head emerged. It was massive and curved, flared and pointed. It spread forward, followed after by a foot of shaft, then another foot, then another. The obsidian colored shaft was lined with every manner of bump, ridge and bulge. It was a massive tool, one stewing in its own juices. As the cock emerged, a massive release of musky scent flooded the area. David was faced away, but he inhaled the scent deeply and let out a positively delightful growl... and then the air filled with the sound of a snap.

The waistband had broken, sending the tattered underwear cascading down to David's feet. His thick shaft flopped out before him, resting on balls so plump they could have belonged to a tanuki spirit. David murmured softly, still rubbing his hands over his body. Somewhere in the midst of everything his arms had started to ache and grow as well, but he had been too lost in curiosity and pleasure to notice. It was hard telling, but David could tell he was several inches further away from the ground. Even his fingers seemed further away when they held them out.

Vale watched the human change, reaching under his belly with his left paw, circling it around his foot and a half thick shaft. He gave his black rod a squeeze before he started sliding his paw back and forth, stroking himself off. While David had no clue how much he had grown, Vale was completely aware. The human being had started out at five foot nine. He now stood six feet and four inches tall, but it wasn't even over yet... not with feet like he had. While the rest of David's body had shifted and grown, his feet hadn't yet started to change much. David had been so preoccupied with the rest of his changes that he hadn't given it any mind, at least until he felt his socks grow tight around his ankles.

David's body had stretched and filled out; even his legs were thick and well sculpted. His tiny knees had grown massive and it all seemed particularly ridiculous on such small feet. David's eyes gazed down toward his feet, looking at them for a moment. Nothing seemed to happen, but then all at once the sock grew tight as his toes began pushing out. They stretched longer and thicker, his heel expanded, his arch increased. His feet were growing in every direction at once. David reached down to try and pull his socks off but they dug into his flesh so much that was impossible.

The human grunted softly, the deep grunt of a dominant male... but the male was being plagued by the most silly of discomforts. The cotton of his socks was stretched to the brim, deforming as his feet grew. There was a pop of a stitch, then another. The socks lost integrity and gave way around the expanding feet. They continued to grow before a tear could be heard, first from the left sock, then the right. The fabric split, revealing wide feet with hair extending from the knuckles. The feet were large, at least a size sixteen. They were well built, firm and fleshy at the same time... But what Vale noticed most was that David was completely naked now, standing upon the mountain ledge.

David tipped his head back and let out a roar of delight, no longer constrained. His body seemed to sing out in approval as the pain drained away, but the changes were not yet over. His feet expanded a bit more, his legs and arms extended, his chest grew and his spine stretched. Even the hair still grew across his body. A thin dusting of blond hair spread over his firm ass cheeks, much to Vale's delight. The dragon growled and cooed, jerking himself off even harder. David panted softly, shuddering as his eyes started to throb. He spun around to face Vale again but his vision went dark for a moment. When David's vision returned, he could see his reflection in Vale's eyes once more. Just as the brown had washed out of his hair, now it was draining from his eyes, leaving a vivid emerald green in its stead. Vale went completely still as he realized the significance of the green eyes. He wasn't just making a Viking; that much was clear. He was making a god...

"Vale, this is amazing..." David said, his voice so deep it practically sent the pebbles dancing across the rock face, but the dragon was focusing on the human's face far more. Vale reached out with his right paw, running his thumb over David's cheek. As he stroked the flesh, a soft down coating of fuzz emerged. The hair was invisible at first, much like a teenager's peach fuzz, but soon it took on the color of the sun. The hair crept down along his jaw, then out from his upper lip. The hairs pushed out from his mustache, growing dignified. The two sides dropped down, more hair growing out as the mustache connected to the hair on his chin. The hair there grew thicker as well, matching the mustache. Soon even the cheeks were struggling to keep up.

Unlike the sleek hair on his head, the hair pushing out of his face was bushy and dense like his chest hair. The hairs had to be at least an inch long but they were so dense it only seemed to be a few centimeters in length... but that was changing fast. David grunted, closing his eyes as he felt his beard pushing out. The sides of his mustache were growing so long that they dropped down past his jaw, dangling in two threads, staying just ahead of the sheet of hair pushing out of his face.

As gratifying as it had been to feel his hair grow long, David was feeling even better as his beard grew out. Despite the pleasure, he forced his eyes open to watch himself in the reflection of Vale's eye. He grunted in deep satisfaction, watching his beard grow out inch by inch. The blond mane stretched out longer from his cheeks, catching up to his chin hair. It took several moments before it reached his collar bone, then his nipples. The beard was so mighty that it spread almost all the way out to both shoulders, rounded along the bottom edge like the sun reflecting on the ocean waters at the horizon.

"Fuck yes..." David moaned, shuddering softly. Vale shuddered as well before his eyes squeezed shut, panting hard. His claws dug into the rock beneath him as his huge cock spasmed. Thick spurts of dragon cum launched out across the stone, spreading out in sheets, releasing more of its musky scent as the milky fluid congealed, potent with fertility. Vale panted and forced his eyes open, looking back at David... but after a moment, his eyes moved to the symbol on David's arm. The rune he had traced was not the one on his arm. The symbol had changed to something else.

"Freyr..." Vale whispered.

"What?" David asked.

"You have taken on the spirit of a Viking Lord, the god Freyr... The god of sun and rain, of harvest and... fertility. Your change is not yet complete." Vale murmured in delight, growing hard again.

"What's left? I am the most amazing Viking to walk this Earth in years. Have you seen me?" David asked with a grin.

"All dragon riders must be suited in every way to ride their dragons, but none had more prowess than Freyr... or will have as much prowess." Vale said.

"I have muscles, I mean, I can hold onto you when I'm riding you." David said. Vale grinned slowly.

"Not that kind of riding me..." Vale murmured, turning away from the human slowly. David was confused, not understanding the dragon at all. Once Vale was facing away fully, he flipped his tail up, revealing his thick muscled pucker. Realization struck David at once, but rather than surprise, it was a grin that crossed his face. His already hard cock suddenly throbbed in need and desire. More blood began rushing into it, making it swell slowly.

"You mean I get to... ride you?" David murmured, licking his lips.

"Yes, it is part of our bonding, our link, our exchange. Mate me, Viking lord." Vale moaned. David watched the dragon anus pucker and release before both hands flew to his cock, wrapping around the shaft, starting to slide up and down it furiously. He grunted and panted, trying to bring himself to his maximum hardness. Vale growled, "Do not waste your effort on yourself, use me!" Vale said. David blushed before he moved forward, bringing the purple head of his erect cock to the dragon's pucker, resting it on the muscled ring. Vale closed his eyes and concentrated. The ring around David's cock flared and soon was pulling the human in, almost sucking him in like someone slurping their noodles.

David watched ten and a half inches of cock disappear into the dragon before his balls slapped the beast's, his cock buried to the hilt. He gasped in shock, panting hard. The dragon's musk was potent and wonderful, spicy and earthy at the same time. David murmured happily, grinding his hips before he pulled back... and back... and back. David's eyes grew wider as he pulled out ten inches, eleven, then twelve. Still his cock head did not emerge. Not wanting him to pull out the entire way, Vale soon drew the human back in. Rather than letting the dragon do all the work, David thrust as hard as he could, burying himself in the dragon's ass once more.

Vale moved his hips, his feet repositioning before he dug into the stone to anchor himself. He thrust his hips back as David pushed, then the two pulled apart at the same time. David's eyes rolled into the back of his head and drool leaked from his lips. Each time he drew back, he had more cock to wield. His shaft seemed like a log, then practically a trunk. It was as thick as his forearm, and that had grown considerably during the day. David's green eyes were glazed over with lust as he rammed into Vale with a massive rod. It was larger than his wildest imaginations, but it was just the right size to please a dragon.

While David had grown drunk on lust, Vale was completely lost in bliss. He shuddered, he thrashed, he roared and clawed. Fire billowed in his lungs before it escaped his nostrils and his scales almost seemed to shine. The dragon quickly wrapped one paw around his huge cock and worked it off mercilessly, tugging and squeezing frantically... and then it happened, then David's shaft found the dragon's prostate. Vale collapsed to the ground as if he had been impaled through the heart by a harpoon, but still he panted and snarled in bliss... but he wasn't the only one to feel it.

The strike of the gland had sent a wave through David almost strong enough to send him to his knees. Even though he had been the one to do the act, he had felt it in his own body. The pleasure was intense, indescribable... and David was starting to understand. They weren't just mating, they were bonding. David stroked Vale's flanks, thrusting as hard as he could, aiming for that same spot over and over again. The massive feral dragon shuddered and panted, David doing the same. Again and again they slammed together, their speed increasing, the friction growing.

David stood atop the mountain a naked Viking in all his glory, the wind catching his golden hair and beard. His muscled body glistened with sweat and he dominated the dragon as his ancestors did; not with the sword, but with the rod... the rod of lust and companionship. David dove deep into Vale, striking the prostate over and over again until neither could stand it anymore. David was so lost in the dragon that he no longer knew which feelings were his and which were the dragon's. Their balls throbbed and tugged up, their asses clenched... and in unison, both males felt their cocks shudder.

A mighty roar spilled out of both David and Vale, carrying on the wind. The flood leaving his cock was unimaginable as thick, fertile sperm flooded the dragon's ass, filling him pints at a time with no sign of stopping. The dragon, too, had summoned the energy for a second load. A massive flood of milky silver cum was flooding out from under his legs. Vale's chin slammed down on the ground as he went completely limp, the orgasm the most intense of his life. Even his hefty tale collapsed down over David's shoulder, trapping him against the dragon... but David didn't mind. He merely ground his cock against the dragon, letting their pleasure linger for as long as they could share it...

Minutes passed and felt like an eternity. David's flow had ebbed and he had remained, embracing the amazing feeling. It was still weak, but he could feel everything Vale did. It wasn't just physical, he could feel the lust, the hope, the desire and the dreams of the dragon... and somewhere deep inside, he knew Vale could feel all that in him. David felt special, honored, in awe and lucky. The two had formed an unspoken bond, one that would only grow in time, but David felt something on the edge of Vale's mind just before he spoke.

"Come, there is something I must show you dragon rider." Vale said, slowly pulling off of David as he moved to stand up. David panted and groaned as his cock slipped out of the dragon before it slapped his leg, wet with cum and limp... Even soft, it was fifteen inches long, lying down almost all the way to his knee. David grinned in pride at himself before he followed after Vale. Vale had approached the rock face and had lifted his mighty paw. His claw traced an arch through the stone, one that soon became reality. The edges were formed in stone carvings with celtic runes and spirals, revealing a cave inside.

The dragon reached in, rummaging around before he drew out a long, wide set of chainmail. He handed it to David before he found leather underwear, fine boots, a sword... and a Viking helmet. The horns were impressive, sloping back from the top of the helmet in the same way Vale's were. It even had the spikes at the cheeks. The helmet would cover David's nose and cheeks, allowing his mighty beard to hang free. David had done his best to hold it all in wonder before looking up to Vale.

"This is marvelous... Is this for me?" David whispered.

"It is hardly worthy of you Viking lord, my Freyr... But it is what I have to offer until we reach the Dragonbane range... Only there can dragon riders ride free and naked. It is a place left untouched since time began, where only the true of heart may roam... And I know your heart is very true." Vale whispered. David nodded gently with a smile.

"Vale, come over here." David said softly. The dragon swung his head around, bringing it down to eye level with the human. David set his clothing down by his feet before he reached up, his hands caressing the dragon's cheeks. He brought his lips up and the Viking and the dragon shared a kiss, the human's tongue darting against the dragon's mouth. Vale parted his muzzle just a bit before his huge tongue plunged into David's mouth, filling it completely. Despite having his cheeks bulge with its size, David sucked on the tongue, slurping it before their kiss ended. David flashed Vale a grin before he moved to get dressed.

Vale sighed in contentment, watching David pull on the leathers, then sheath himself in the chainmail. The silver contoured to his muscles perfectly, the entire garb shining in the sun as it started to emerge. David lifted the helmet and brought it down. It hugged his head perfectly, his beard extending from the base. He looked like a fierce Viking warrior, or perhaps even a god Vale swore he was. Vale nodded his head happily before he lowered his head. David felt the instructions fill his mind. He moved over and carefully climbed up, sliding back to Vale's shoulders, his legs straddling the dragon's neck.

The mighty gray and bronze dragon rose upwards to his feet, lifting the human a story off the ground. David's heart thumped with excitement and that excitement infected Vale. The dragon moved towards the edge of the mountain, picking up speed before he lunged. David let out a roar of excitement as the two sailed out across the hillsides, Vale's leathery wings catching the air currents just as they had so many years ago. The two shot out across the dewy grass, above the farms and into the distance.

David felt as if he had finally woken from a dream, only to find himself in a far greater reality... He hadn't been sure if he was worthy of the praise Vale had given him. The god of fertility and harvest was surely something... but David was curious. As they passed over the vast stretches of land, David held his hand out. At first the change was subtle, but then he saw it. Far beneath, the dormant farms emerging into spring began to grow lush and plentiful as everything grew larger, plumper, thicker and longer. Fields matured, trees blossomed, wildflowers sprung up... and David's grin had never been larger in his entire life. He knew he would be happy, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure Vale was as well.