Tome of Draconic Magic
Tome of Draconic Magic
By Von Krieger
Lord Pendragon sighed contentedly in his plush, regal, wonderfully soft bed, as only befitted the ruler of an entire nation. The presence of his favorite concubine helped relax him even further. He smiled at his draconic lover, running his fingers through the thick, soft mane of shimmering blue that had given her the name of Sapphire.
Of course she'd had a different name, ages ago. But Pendragon had never heard it, and likely she didn't even recall it herself. The human could still see the lines of elven beauty that had drawn him to her in the first place. She had been his first, and had always been his best.
He remembered the cold moonlit night when he had seen her for the first time. The Tome had been his for a six-month and he had mastered the early spells with ease. Infusion of draconic essence to grant him strength, agility, vitality, intellect, whatever traits he desired. He had mastered the applications of elemental energies, being able to fling fire about when he pleased and wrap ice around himself to provide unparalleled armor.
The words had come so easily to his lips, granting him the seductive sensuousness of the greatest of fork-tongued serpents. Sapphire had been an adventurer, a sorceress of no little power.
He had appealed to her vanity and her lust for power, asking her to look over an ancient tome of powerful magic. He had indeed showed her the book, and she was immediately enthralled by it, peering over it's pages with desire for knowledge that rivaled Pendragon's desire for her body.
She was so perfect: tall, athletic, busty, gifted with flawless pale skin and that gorgeous sapphire hair. He couldn't help himself; he'd run his fingers through it and the elven beauty hadn't noticed, so absorbed was she in studying the tome.
He has brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, whispering the final words to the spell that he had kept in his mind for the past week, going over it time and time again in preparation for this moment.
The elf had gasped and turned to slap him, but her hand had slowed, caressing his cheek, a look of puzzled lust in her ice blue, slit-pupil eyes. She had shivered and let out a gasp of pleasure, purring contentedly when Pendragon's lips had met her own.
He had grinned and guided her down onto her knees, opening his fly and letting her take his manhood into her mouth as she transformed. She had been so eager and so hungry, focusing on nothing but his pleasure as her elven form melted away into something draconic.
Reminiscing, the Lord of the Dragon Armies ran a hand over his slave's scaled flank, tracing over the soft, smooth crystalline scales. As he had watched her change, he was initially disappointed that her perfect skin would be ruined by her scales. But they had only enhanced her beauty.
He had watched as her skin seemed to tighten, exposing the outlines of shapes that seemed to have lain just below the surface, just waiting for the right time to appear. They had slowly slid out from her skin as she pleasured him, reaching up with delicate, blue clawed hands to caress his manhood in ways that young Peter had only dreamed of.
Such a difference a few years made. Anyone who had known the young wizard would now be unable to see even a hint of him in the powerful Pendragon. Repeated use of the draconic infusions had altered his body to the peak of physical and mental perfection.
Pendragon could go for hours, but at the time Peter had not then had the benefits of half a decade of daily magical enhancements. It had been over so quickly, but it had felt so good. Her forked tongue had curled around his maleness, soft hands gripping just the right places to enhance the sensation of climax, the hint of danger as Sapphire's sharp fangs gently made contact with his most sensitive of places.
Once finished she had looked up at him with absolute adoration, moaning softly with delight as her body began to grow and swell. Already busty, she became almost ridiculously so. Peter hadn't been expecting that, but he rather liked it. He had later discovered that when lacking wings, mammalian dragonbloods had their flight muscles transform into something more useful.
Only broodslave females lacked wings, however, another fact that Peter had discovered en route to becoming Pendragon. He had smiled as Sapphire's white-scaled form tore itself free of her elven clothes. She would no longer need them.
Short for an elf, which was quite short compared to a human, Sapphire had quickly become taller than her master. Her form was soft, curvaceous, and yet beneath it there was powerful draconic muscle.
He had beckoned her to the bed and held her as she changed. Her face pressing forward into the beautiful draconic muzzle he had become so familiar with. The twin tapering horns sprouting from her temples that he had run his fingers over so many times to enjoy their perfect smoothness. The thick, muscular, but oh so talented tail that she had pleasure him with so many times. The tail that was, at present, wrapped around his leg, adding to a draconic hug that no normal woman could ever hope to match.
Her frame shifted, allowing her to walk on two legs or four as she desired. She seldom walked upright, like the rest of the pleasure pets that Pendragon had created over the years. They loved being treated like beasts.
The final change had been the graceful elongatation of Sapphire's neck into a properly draconic shape: long, serpentine, sinuous, flexible. On that night, her transformation complete, she had hugged him as she did now. She had nuzzled his neck, tears in her eyes, and whispered "Thank you." Before drifting off to sleep.
There had been so many since then: pleasure pets, warriors, spell casters, and many others, each one with a spell in the book to transform any humanoid individual into such a powerful creature. Once the activation words had been spoken and the small gesture of selection made, they were under Pendragon's thrall. Not a single one had ever struggled, resisted or rebelled, once he'd spoke the words.
The night air was cold, and his recently acquired castle rather chilly. He didn't want to disturb Sapphire. His pleasure pet had fallen asleep and was snoring softly, and if he pulled away to crawl under the covers, she would awaken.
Pendragon waved one of his bodyguards over. He had a half dozen of his personal guard around him at all times. He had so many loyal followers that it made no difference. He had taken the best of his warriors, all battle tested, and granted them even more powerful forms.
It was only in the past year that he had realized that he could cast more than one transformative spell on an individual. His personal guard had the enchantments for warrior, spell caster, pleasure pet, and feral dragon cast upon them. The combination of those four had unlocked another transformative spell, which had appeared in the blank pages at the back of the book.
It combined the best aspects of all the prior transformative spells, with a few new ones besides. They were incredible. Powerful warriors, unparalleled mages (Pendragon had to reluctantly admit that they cast the tome's spells better than he did) - great, massive creatures, all hermaphrodites, male and female in one. He had set the first few Matriarchs, as the text called them, to gift the mages with the powerful new form, and then the leaders of the battle units.
His warriors fought even harder now, all desiring to become a Matriarch, the most favored of all the forms that could be granted. He had only had a limited number of mages that could cast the transformative spells, but they were so easy to the Matriarchs.
The past few months had been their first use in combat. Rio Lune's army had fallen in a few short minutes. There had been no casualties on either side. Shortly after he took the field Rio Lune's army had become Pendragon's army, thousands of new brothers and sisters for his followers. He was now the only human in the capital city. The population had been converted, the royal family now serving their former militia as brood whores.
Ruby slid into bed next to him, her warm red belly scales pressing up against Pendragon's back. The Matriarch was Pendragon's other favored bedmate. While he was not interested in being on the receiving end of her maleness, he wasn't averse to giving her the peak pleasure the body he had given her could grant.
She wrapped Pendragon and Sapphire with a huge black and red wing. Her naturally warm body banished her master's chills. Between two gorgeous dragonesses, Pendragon sighed with contentment.
Just looking at Ruby always brought a smile to Pendragon's face, as he recalled who she had been before, and what. She had been an assassin, a thorn in his side for the longest time. She had tried to kill him nearly a dozen times, and had always managed to get away.
Pendragon had never meant for his collection of followers to grow as quickly as it did. But Sapphire's friends had shown up looking to free her, then the city watch investigated the adventurers' disappearance. It had just spiraled out of control from there.
When the smoke had cleared, Pendragon could no longer remain in the city that had been his home for so long. He had approximately two dozen draconic followers that looked to him for leadership and to put food in their bellies. They didn't seem to eat as much as an equivalent sized human would, but he still couldn't afford to feed them.
At first they had taken up bounty hunting, tracking down outlaws and dispatching bandits. But Pendragon had found that it was much easier to just have his warriors grab a smaller, weaker humanoid and for him to transform them with a spell. It was quick and bloodless, and it swelled his ranks, and fed them for a time.
They had lived off the stolen goods that the various groups of bandits and raiders had made off with. By the time they had halted three bands of brigands, Pendragon's horde of followers had grown to a small army. If he had simply used the pleasure pet spell with the adventurers and guards instead of the warrior spell, he could have simply traveled with his harem to one of the large cities and opened a brothel.
He'd had a small army, and so he had hired it and himself out as mercenaries. And it had just continued to gather followers from there; he had unlocked the dragon mage transformation spell, for the first time allowing transformations to be carried out by his followers.
They'd torn through enemy ranks, acquiring dozens of her soldiers, mages, healers, and brood whores with every battle. And then the unthinkable happened. People showed up wanting to join:. veteran warriors that wished to sign on with an invincible unit of dragonkin, spell casters that wished for a powerful draconic form to enhance their frail bodies, teens fascinated by the tales of powerful and beautiful dragons.
Before he knew it, Pendragon, as he'd come to be known, the man who lead an army of dragons yet was not one himself, could single handedly turn the tide of a war. Every battle that was fought simply swelled the ranks of his forces.
It came as little surprise when the assassination attempts started. If the dragon armies could not be defeated in battle, then it only made sense to take out the comparatively soft human leader.
They had dueled blade to blade, fought spell for spell, she had tried to take him out at a distance and up close and personal. She poisoned his food, engineered a virtual stampede of rats in hopes of getting him infected with the plague. As time went on she had been forced to become increasingly creative when the standard methods did not work.
Creativity had become desperation. Unable to fulfill her contract and growing close to the time when Ruby herself would be eliminated for her failure, she had simply hid in his wardrobe and attempted to assault him with a knife.
Pendragon still carried the scar on his side from where the blade had missed his heart by a few inches. In his pain, he had seized her by the hair, pulled her face to face, and kissed her deeply while whispering the words to transform the only rival he'd ever had into his greatest ally.
He believed she had missed on purpose. The dagger had fallen from her hand as their lips had met, even before the spell had been cast. Since her completed transformation she had scarcely spent a single moment away from him. Ruby was so loving, and Pendragon did his best to return her love.
He felt something hot and hard against his leg. Being close to him always made her like this, but with Sapphire clinging tightly to Pendragon he was unable to move without awakening her.
A blush came to his face. Even the most masculine dragonkin in his army submitted to and adored the love of a Matriarch. It wouldn't hurt, much, to give her the pleasure and intimacy she craved.
"Go ahead." He whispered to her with a smile, reaching back with a hand and patting her flank.
"Th... thank you, master." Ruby purred, shifting herself in the bed just a little bit.
The dragoness' member was large, as befitted an eight foot tall she-beast. But somehow Pendragon was able to take it without discomfort, his rump stretched wide without pain. It felt... far better than he'd imagined, and he awoke Sapphire with his pleasured moan.
Her ice blue eyes fluttered open and met his own. Her muzzle broke into a stunning smile. "Let me help with your pleasure, master." She purred, taking Pendragon's aching member into her.
Pendragon's moans were silenced by Sapphire's kiss. He hugged her tightly, just as she was to him, and Ruby to the both of them. The pleasure was incredible, no wonder the males were so devoted to their Matriarch leaders, when this was a prospective reward.
Tears came to Pendragon's eyes, as he was making love to his two most favorite people in the world. He adored them both, and was glad that both could share this experience with him.
Ruby pulled her wing back, showing Pendragon's bedroom filled with his strongest servants: warriors, mages, matriarchs, pleasure pets. The silver scaled leader of the Order of the Scale, his spell casting corps, stood with the Tome in her arms, smiling down at him.
"Master," she said, "You have made us yours, guided us, cared for us, sheltered us, and have given us a beautiful nation to live in."
That wasn't quite true, but with a little work the realm could be restored to its former beauty. Pendragon had selected a small, isolated kingdom with fertile land. But he had also made sure to select one violently oppressed by its rulers, held in the grip of fear. With the sinister queen and her daughters removed, the newly renamed kingdom of Sarran would thrive.
"In return we would like to give a gift to you, Master. The last spell in the sacred Tome. It is not for you to cast, but all of us. It will help keep us safe in our new home, granting you control over entire generations of true dragons." She said, bowing.
Pendragon attempted to protest, confused, but he was silenced by Sapphire's suddenly far more forceful kiss.
"This is our gift to you." Nalla said, opening the book, beginning to say the words.
In the kingdom of Sarran, everything stopped. Hatchlings at play, farmers in their fields, warriors at sword drills. All turned as one in the direction of the castle in the center of the capital, each dragonkin speaking as one.
Pendragon struggled, trying to pull away, but he was held captive by his pleasure and by the loving, adoring eyes of Sapphire. She wanted him to have this gift, and it would break her heart to see him refuse it.
He felt something soft and warm flow over his spirit, and any thoughts of resistance faded. He smiled, wanting the gift as much as his subjects wished to give it to him. So this was what it felt like to be on the receiving end of one of his transformation spells.
As the dragons chanted, the book began to glow, becoming brighter and brighter, and then the physical form seemed to fade, the energy swirling out in a thin ribbon, slithering into Pendragon.
He felt himself begin to change; muscles shifting, growing, bones popping. Ruby and Sapphire pulled away from him, allowing Pendragon to watch his own transformation.
His hands and feet were first, his nails darkening, elongating into sharp, deadly claws. Fingers and toes merged, giving him the proper draconic number. He began to grow, and grow, and grow.
Flesh and bone swelled to gigantic proportions. In a few moments Pendragon was the size of one of the Matriarchs, and then even larger still. He cried out with pleasure as muscle and sinew stretched from his shoulder blades, taking the shape of new, draconic wings.
Arms and legs shifted, his torso growing longer and narrower. He was becoming more dragon-like than human-like with his form. An intense heat blossomed in his belly, the fire of a red dragon burning within him, and in an instant he had scales to match.
He was changing with a far greater rapidity than those he had changed into Matriarchs. But that only made sense; those had been the will of one man, this was the will of an entire nation.
A thick, powerful tail snaked from his rump, lashing back and forth in excitement, a proud, spiked crest growing in along his tail and back. It reached his neck, which began to elongate, and came to rest atop his head. Pendragon tossed his head back upon his draconic neck and roared as his face reformed into a muzzle, just because he could.
He felt his horns grow in, which would complete the change. But it was not stopping. He felt the last of the book's energy slip into him and begin transforming him anew. He hissed with arousal as he was struck with the urge to mate, an urgent demand that his draconic flesh needed satiated immediately.
His maleness swelled, elongated, thickening greatly. He moaned as it slowly divided into two equally sized members, each becoming beautifully draconic. His sack shifted, becoming a sheath, a slit forming around it to house the members when un-erect, as well as pulling in the scrotum to keep his seed at the temperature of his hot, draconic blood.
He felt a pressure on his thick, draconic chest. Looking down in puzzlement he watched as a pair of breasts appeared, growing to massiveness. Scaled in the red of his underbelly and topped with nipples that were the black of his upper scales, they leaked thick, white milk.
He felt his inside churn, and the need to mate increased threefold. For he was no longer male. She was male and female in one, like one of her own matriarchs. But she was a step above them. While they could carry and grant hatchlings to others, they could not birth a clutch of pure dragons. Nor did they have two wombs to fill.
Sarran, the name for the kingdom and now the name of its ruler, lay back on her bed, now comparatively tiny. She ran her taloned forepaws over her gorgeous, draconic frame. Like all her followers, she could walk on two legs or four, but there wasn't a building in her realm where she could stand on two and be able to stand.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked over her children. Her journey as a human had been completed. She had created a new race of dragonkin, led them, cared for them, made a home for them. She had thought herself to be its leader, but now she could she that she was indeed its mother. She had birthed the race, after all, though through magic rather than the conventional way.
The tome's magic was inside her now, the power of a draconic demigoddess. She lay back on her bed, spreading her legs. She would indeed have control of generations of true dragons. Dragons birthed from her own womb. Hatched from eggs that she curled her powerful frame around. Generations of dragons, all descended from her.
She met the gaze of Ruby and Sapphire, and then Nalla as well. Her first daughter, her lover and mate, and the wonderful Mage Matriarch that had made this all possible.
"Come my children," she purred, "Let me thank you all for my gift, personally."
Sarran was huge, her mouth, cunt, and cloaca all able to take several males, provided they didn't mind sharing. None of them did. The dragoness felt tears leak from her eyes as her children crawled onto her, seeking pleasure from her paws, her muzzle, her breasts, her tail, or her sexes. Pleasure she was more than happy to give.