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CoC Fan-Fiction: Drake and Ember - Chapter 1

'A Hero's Reward'

Unsuitable for anyone under 18, contains themes of a sexual nature and some violence, you have been warned...

Ember: - 7'3" female dragoness

Drake: - 7'0" male dragon (formerly human)

The character Ember, and elements of the "Corruptions of Champions" game are © Fenoxo

Drake, a character created in the game, and all story elements are © myself

This fan-fiction of "Corruption of Champions" involves a few things: -

• The gender of Ember from the game is depicted as it is in my playthrough of the game, and their behaviour is similar to the game, but unlike the game it changes during the story
• The transformation of Drake through 'dragon's blood' contains a few discrepancies from the game - you don't grow horns, you don't grow taller each time, the colour of the scales is the same as Ember and is thus not different as it's like in the story, dragon breath is one use only (as far as I know) and not multi-use like in the story, and hair does not disappear due to the transformation (you don't even get the fin as it occurs in the story)
• A location mentioned in the story does not appear in the game

Other than that, this sticks faithfully to the game's content and structure as Fenoxo designed it, so enjoy reading it...

Quiet, open, fresh air and the natural sounds of his surroundings...

Drake rather enjoyed it when it was like this; the peace was a welcome change for once. He'd left camp for the day like he usually did, thinking that more trouble would come his way, the usual sort as he often found when he ventured from camp. But ever since he walked out into the woods since morning broke, there had been no monsters sighted, no attacks on him, and no strangers on the road that would approach offering stuff he might or might not want or providing problems he'd have to deal with.

Drake had been travelling the land since leaving home, seeking out the corruption that infested it; which had turned crops bad, made children disappear, and turn ordinary people into unfortunate, twisted beings, and as he reminisced while walking the path, he had done much in his time throughout the land, from dealing with demons up in the mountains and shutting down their foul factory, to dealing with goblins causing havoc in the woods, gnolls attacking travellers out on the plains, and this one individual, a chameleon girl as he remembered, who, not taking a joke about herself, he was forced to fight, and kept coming back for more punishment from him every time he ventured out into the murky swamps.

And of course he had met his fair share of women whilst on his travel over the past several months, some cute, some strong, and some kind and helpful, and all had loved him back when he had been human, back then they had loved his light pink skin, his dark brown hair, his well-toned body (which he kept up with the visits to the gym in the desert city he frequented), and his bright blue eyes; all of whom he loved in return.

But his mind always kept wondering back to when he first met 'her', his wonderful dragon girl ... or rather her egg; Ember, that sweet little thing (though little was so much an understatement), just her name would take his breath away, for not only had she given him something he now enjoyed, but she also took something of his that was precious, his heart...

Three Months Ago...

He could remember the day he found her egg in a cave whilst crossing the swamps (he was ignoring that girl for the first time, so found the cave purely by accident). He could not retrieve it at first, being not as smart as he needed to be to outwit the protection around it preventing just anyone from taking it out and had to leave it behind. But after a little work, learning everything he could about anything, and, bingo, he found a way to get pass the barrier. Her egg was something, and when he took it back with him, back to his campsite, it was quite a sight to behold out in the open air. Along with it, there had been a scroll against it, which when he opened up, stated that she was the last of her kind, but what intrigued him, what excited him even was that it said she was the last of the dragons (who the writer had been, he didn't).

His campsite was nothing perfect as he thought about, just a simple leather skinned tent, with a decent sized bedroll inside, a simple enough fire pit with a couple of hewn logs as seats, and a small space for stashing a few items he acquired during his travels (just odds and ends), but it was enough for him to enjoy, as he began making his way out of the swamp.

Once he was safely back at camp (the chameleon girl had found him again, and challenged him to another fight, though he managed to elude her), he created a safe place for the egg and began doing everything he could to make it hatch, to see what it would be like. He'd never seen a dragon before, but assumed it would be like the ones from the books he read when he'd been younger; a snarling beast of huge size, which he presumed would have immense wings and fierce scales, horns and claws, breathing fire. But having one, he thought, might aid him well in dealing with the problems that he faced each day.

But nothing happened at all. The egg, stayed like it did each day. He tried everything, warming it, reading to it, rubbing it, talking to it, anything that might work to hatch it. But still nothing occurred; it remained forever like it did, as the days passed by.

Of course one evening, after several days of adventuring to overcome the boredom of waiting, he began to remember this one time he had spent with a girl in the desert city of Tel'Adre behind a bar he visited on occasion, and what she had done for him, which promptly made him become aroused, the blood flowing to that particular spot on his body, and soon, he was out of his clothes and the armour he wore. With one hand around the hard-on he had, he began moving it up and down the shaft, feeling the pleasure it created as he caressed it gently at first, then vigorously as the memory became more vivid in his mind, but before he knew what he was about to do or that he was facing the egg, the pleasure finally overwhelmed him and with a groan of delight he came, his length spurted up wad after wad of his white cream, which fell all over the egg's shell and around it. When he came down from his high, he took a moment to recover, before noticing the mess he had made. He thought to clean the egg, but his eyes watched in amazement, as the shell began to start shimmering, and all what had fallen on it was slowly absorbed until there was nothing left on the surface, and when he felt the shell, curious, it became warmer to his touch, tingly on his skin. It seemed to like it.

After that, he committed himself to doing the same act, each night, thinking over the same memory, enjoying it, and giving up his seed to the egg, which seemed to devour it and grow warmer and warmer after each night.

It was after one such night, that it finally happened. After his session of 'feeding' it its 'milk', Drake slumped down onto the ground, and feeling tired, fell asleep soon after, not even bothering to cover up. Two hours passed, and something caused him to stir from his sleep. The egg was cracking, and before he knew it, it split open, letting out a bright, white light that shone so much, he was forced to cover his eyes. When it died down, was he able to uncover them, his eyes now able to see what had happened. He was surprised to see what the egg had produced; a dragon as he expected it to be, but not what he expected it to look like from the stories he read...

For starters, it stood on two legs, was much taller than himself (he was only just around 6', while she looked much bigger), and looked almost human in its figure, curvy, rounded and soft-looking, like an amazon woman from one of Drake's village legends he had read about. But it retained all the features of a dragon: clawed hands and feet, the talons almost sharp looking; a long, rather slender-looking tail adorned with bumps that Drake had no idea of what could be hiding (he found out later they were vicious spikes that could be used for fighting); strong, flexible wings that stretched out far and were almost bat-like in appearance, almost; horns on her head that curled back though did not look like they could be used for combat, purely decorative; and its whole body was covered in metallic scales that shone a bright silver.

When it turned around (it had been facing away from him when it hatched), he began to see more, its head was a dragon's alright, with a long muzzle which, when opened, contained sharp teeth, and a long flexible tongue, forked at the end, and ridges upon the underside of the jaw, while upon the head small fins stood out which he figured were where the ears were, he just made out holes underneath them, while its eyes were slitted, the irises coloured a bright, burning orange. As he looked, he noticed the underbelly was different in colour to the scales; instead of the silver, it shone a rather bright golden sheen to it.

But soon he found out it was more a dragoness than dragon (he didn't know if it was a he or a she until then), for 'obvious' reasons, as his eyes began to travel downwards on her body. Upon her chest lay soft, round mounds, breasts that were full and large, and covered in scales all over it and around the nipples, while below, between the legs, lay a slit, where the pink flesh within was just barely visible (she wasn't a herm like the ones he'd seen, he knew what they looked like (a slit beneath their male parts), but was a pure female through and through).

As he stared, the dragoness closed her eyes, and stretched its arms, legs, wings and tail out as far as she could before yawning, moaning as she felt her muscles relax. She began looking up at the night sky, before speaking.

"Hmm, finally at last, I thought I'd never be born!! It's so nice to be out of that cramped shell, ancestors be praised," she spoke with such a feminine voice, so sweet and pure, "It's so great to finally taste the air, and to feel the ground beneath me. Oh, and the sky," she gazed at it in delight, "...it's so beautiful."

As it finally looked back down, it noticed Drake staring at her, and grinned, a fang sticking out of her delicate mouth, with sense of wickedness to it. Drake only then soon realised the state he was in, and quickly covered himself up; he was still getting over the fact the egg had hatched a fully grown dragon, rather than a baby or hatchling as it would be best described. He hadn't realised how aroused he had been upon seeing her fully like she was, but she must have.

"Oh, so you're the one who helped me out?" she asked, Drake nodded, not noticing her eyes gazing over him, "Such a delicate thing. Thank you," she said, then with a sudden sense of pride and slight annoyance that washed over her, her voice changed and she uttered, "Well, er... not that it was needed, I could handle it myself just as well!!" quickly surveying his campsite, "So I'll just settle myself just nearby, alright?" somewhat scowling, although there seemed to be a lack of truth in her body language along with her voice.

But Drake didn't bother with it, and as he watched, the dragoness quickly shuffled over to a patch of ground nearby, and breathing in, laid down a fierce burst of flames, scorching the ground, until the patch was blackened and steaming, upon which she laid down, sighing in comfort.

Drake, who had said nothing at all, finally spoke, "Erm," though not sure what to ask at first, "...might I ask what your name is?"

The dragoness lifted her head, "Name?" she asked, slightly confused for a moment before realising what he meant. "Well, my kind called me the last ember of hope for them against this corruption in the land, as you know all about, whilst I laid within my egg, but they never gave me a name," Drake noticed a tear flow down her cheek.

He checked if she meant it, and she nodded in response, another tear fell off her face and into the scorched ground below, quickly changing to steam from the heat.

"Well, how about Ember?" he asked, it seemed suitable; he felt sorry for her not having one, and went over a few in his mind, though her words "last ember of hope" gave him the one he felt was right.

That seemed to perk her up, as she smiled in response, "Yeah, Ember. That sounds great!" of course she soon returned to acting rather all proud and self-centred again (although Drake thought she was faking it by the look in her eyes), "Not that I couldn't have thought of it myself or anything better!!" and soon she fell to sleep, while Drake watched the night sky and smiled, before drifting off himself, though reminding himself to let Ember know his own name in the morning.

Of course, after that day, it was difficult for him to really accept her around the camp at first; he'd been used to being on his own. He found over time that on some days she would just hang around, both collecting sticks and burning them with her breath, exercising her wings and limbs, sometimes slashing and clawing bits of wood and stone with her talons, never damaging them, and watching the surroundings from the campsite from her spot; on others she went off travelling and exploring the land, sometimes for a few days. But always she would keep to herself, never speaking much. Even more so, she never took up the offer of having any clothing, but rather scorned it, "What? Do you think a dragon really needs all that?!?" and that was how it remained since.

But, one night, he could not sleep, and just watched the night sky, admiring it like she had when she had hatched. As he did, he began to hear something nearby, and shifted his hand to ready his weapon, a sword he found whilst travelling around the lake. As he did, the sound became much clearer, and only then did he realise what it was, sobbing; it was coming from Ember, muttering something between her sobs that he couldn't make out. As he looked over he noticed the tears falling off her face, but when he came over to ask what was wrong, she quickly dried them off, and asked rather in mock anger, "What?!?" before managing to fall asleep eventually, though more tears formed as she slept.

It didn't come to him at first, but he soon realised why she cried, remembering the words of the scroll that had been with her egg, 'the last of the dragons', and it was now obvious to him that she must have needed some company to help her deal with this; he hadn't been spending any time with her since she hatched, too focused on pursuing his own problems and quest, which made him feel guilty in response. Of course, after that night, the week ahead was busy with the usual issues, making it difficult to do much as he often came back tired and exhausted, and always eating a meal before falling into deep sleep, leaving no opportunity to do anything of the sort with Ember.

When Drake could manage to, though, he tried to spend some time with her, though what to do, he didn't know at first, only except to talk. He would ask her about herself, her kind, her travels when she came back, anything to take her mind off the thought of being the only dragon left, and while although she answered the questions, she always would end the talking abruptly, and want to be by herself. And that's what happened each day. Then, after one particularly hard day dealing with goblins, he asked if he could spar with her, adding that it would help him to better be prepared. Sure, it had its risks, but she agreed with a sense of pride that overwhelmed her, claiming she could easily beat him, and often during each session, she would win, though sometimes Drake would throw the match for her (he didn't know if she knew that).

This was how things went, but, as time progressed, he started to have feelings for her. Sure, every girl he came across before, he loved, but not Ember, she was much different to them. The time he was spending with her was good, really good, but he found her beauty, her voice, her whole presence to be comforting, delightful. She was more than just a dragon to his eyes, she was much more than that; he loved her company. It was a feeling of love like no other he had had before, and each time he saw her and spent time with her, talking, sparring, it just grew and grew, until eventually he finally wanted to show it.

And he knew how, the thought making him grin the night before he would put his plan into motion. The next day, after another sparring session, in which Ember won (again), he watched her whilst he lay on the ground as often was the case, rubbing the areas on his body that were sore, as she closed in on him.

"Ha...ha, that was good, but I'm better," she said with her usual pride, and mock expression of victory, whilst panting slightly for the arduous exercise. But before she had any time to react to his movements, he quickly picked himself back up, grabbed her arms so swiftly, brought her in closer to an embrace, and quickly kissed her delicately upon the mouth, their lips remained locked to one another, taking her unaware. She didn't resist at all as he thought before the session, and just kept it like that. He felt like nothing could ruin it, it was so perfect, but he didn't expect her to lightly moan in delight at this, or even make attempt to make it last longer, enhancing the experience for him (and probably for her he thought), but just as he finished it, she quickly stepped back, completely shocked, and uttered, "Why did you do that?!? Do you think I love you?!?" somewhat angry, before flying off to who knew where.

Was he wrong about that? He didn't know the answer to that question; she hadn't even show any of the usual signs that she was faking it; and remained at camp, wondering if she would return, thinking he might have been wrong after all, but she came back later that night, and while she scornfully glared at him as she landed, she just simply settled in her usual spot to sleep, not speaking about the whole thing.

It remained like that for a few days, no mention of it occurred during his time at camp, until after another sparring session, when she won (once more) and he was back on the ground again.

"You gonna do it again, aren't you?" she scorned him rather mockingly which him suddenly think about before, 'Is she referring to last time??', but before he could react to her words, she pinned him down quickly, and locked lips with him, producing a far better kiss than he had done, even letting her tongue delve out and lock around his own, allowing them to savour the moment. "Oh, Drake..." she moaned in pleasure, but soon she withdrew the kiss, and quickly uttered, "You made me do that!!!" and pulled back, though he could tell she was lying; she enjoyed it from the way she swaggered off.

That night, he approached her; she had not gone to sleep by then, but she kept her back to him. He finally wanted to admit his feelings for her. He could no longer hide it, "Ember, can I tell you something, personal?"

"Like what?" she scowled, acting uninterested to his query, though he knew otherwise.

"I think," he tried to say it, but it was hard to speak; his heart was in his throat, but he managed to force it down so he could say the words he wanted to, "I think... I think I love you."

"Oh, really?" Ember still acted uninterested, though he could notice her sighing softly in delight. "Hmph," she scoffed, looking back at him, "Too bad you're not a dragon." It was difficult to tell if she meant it or not.

Drake thought for a moment, 'A dragon? Hmm, I wonder...' He never had thought of it. He had heard of people becoming anything in the land with the right stuff, horses, foxes, sharks, cats; but a dragon, that was something else. 'I wonder what it would be like to kiss her as one...' and a smile crept over his face as the thought became an idea.

"I wish I could be one..." he uttered, and Ember looked behind herself again, "To show you how much I love you as one, to keep you from being alone again. But then how would I..." he hadn't thought of how he could become one; that thought only occurred just then, he knew of various items, but nothing that could provide the change he needed.

"Hmm," Ember faced away from him for one moment, before getting up. "I might be able to help," she said, his face brightening up at the words as she turned around, "But just this once."

Before he had any idea of what she was planning, she locked him into another embrace and kissed him once more on the lips, the kiss was just as powerful as the last one. He had no idea of what she was doing, but he fell completely into the moment. But as their tongues entwined, he felt something past over his tongue and down his throat, 'What's that... is that...' he thought he could recognise the taste, 'blood?'

When the kiss was finished, he pulled back, as he felt something inside him begin to change; a burning sensation came as the blood flowed down his throat, before it was followed by a slight pain that grew in his head, and on his back. Before he knew it, his mouth and nose were beginning to elongate and stretch out, then something pierced outwards from his head, breaking the skin, and another two from out of his shoulders tightening against his cotton shirt, forcing him to remove his upper garment quickly. The changes were becoming too painful and overwhelming for him to cope with, and before he knew it, the world around him went black, and he passed out.

When he came to, Ember was looking over him, "Ancestors, I thought you were dead!!" her voice was caring, but only for a moment, as she went back into her act, "Not that you had anything to worry about of course or me for that matter!!" As he stood up, his eyes closing as he groaned in discomfort, she added, "Although, you haven't changed fully into one of my kind though. But it's a start..."

Drake couldn't understand what she meant, but as he lifted his hand to his face to rub away the soreness he had, he felt it touch something in front of it, and upon opening his eyes and looking downwards noticed what was now there. With a desire to see exactly what it was, and what else had changed, he left camp and headed out to the lake, which, thankfully, was quiet at night. Once there, in the reflection of the water, and lit up by the bright moonlight piercing the darkness, he noticed it. His face had changed to become reptilian in appearance, his jaw extended outwards into a snout which was long and topped with nostrils, and as he opened his mouth, he saw the teeth inside were now sharp fangs like a dragon, while his tongue was now much longer and flexible; he was able to twist it around his fangs with ease. Above his head, horns had appeared, much larger than Ember's but also regal in appearance, though just as useless in combat. But what surprised him the most was what had formed out of his back; two wings, which while they resembled dragon wings, were quite small and not strong enough to support flight like Ember's. What surprised him though, was that he still remained human looking, skin, body, they still remained the same.

Drake rushed back to camp where Ember waited; she hadn't followed after him, "What did you do, exactly?"

"Oh, that," she spoke with her usual sense of pride, "I gave you a taste of dragon blood. It has quite remarkable properties, as you can now see for yourself," she glanced over his new features, "Of course, it only gave you so much; you would need more to become fully one of us."

Drake quickly asked if she could give him more in her 'unique' way, eager for more, but Ember shook her head. He didn't know why, but suddenly she started becoming a little dizzy and unable to stand up on her legs, "I'm somewhat woozy after all that, maybe tomorrow..." she said as best as she could, to which Drake gave out a wicked smile of delight at the thought of further 'sessions', though he helped her to settle down upon the ground, while Ember added, "... if I feel like it."

Over the next few days, the pair performed their 'sessions' to which each day, after Ember could provide what blood she could offer before becoming woozy again, Drake experienced further changes; a tail formed on the next day, piercing his trouser as it extended out just as long as Ember's, whilst his legs transformed into those of a dragon, his feet now having claws just like Ember's; his ears disappeared the day after, replaced with holes which were covered by delicate fins, and his eyes reformed like Ember's own, though still retaining their original colour; his wings eventually grew bigger and much stronger (which he tested later that day, finally able to fly like her), and eventually his human skin was replaced with scales, bright golden ones, with a creamy underbelly to match Ember's, with the scales being softer around his eyes, and on his wings, whilst his hands finally became the same as a dragon's. He also noted each day between sessions that he was getting somewhat taller, and thinner, but remained just as well toned as he had been, whilst his hair disappeared completely, replaced with a small fin between the horns that was just as regal as them.

Then one day, the blood gave him something unexpected; the breath of a dragon. He didn't expect it, but it came out with such flare, scorching his armour, that he quickly rushed off in a panic to the lake, jumping into the water to cool off (he was lucky there weren't any monsters around that day). Stripping himself of his clothes and armour, and letting them dry, he finally took a look at himself in the lake's reflection, and grinned. He was certainly a handsome dragon and he truly loved the new form, and soon he thought of Ember, 'I wonder if she likes me like this?' Though as he looked himself over in the lake he noticed something was completely different about his 'equipment' below, he knew it had changed but never checked it until now.

As he looked, he found his 'sword' had disappeared, and what was left was a slit, like Ember's. He thought for a moment that he was a woman now (some stuff found lying around did that he heard), until he saw that beneath the genital slit were his balls, now contained in a scaly sack the same colour as his underbelly, though they looked a little bigger than before, whilst he could still feel his cock inside the slit somewhere, all still there, but it felt somewhat different; how exactly he didn't know at the time. But he could still feel it, tucked up in its new hiding place.

As he grinned at how impressive he is, he felt something in the back of his throat, something coming out, his dragon breath again, only this time it didn't force itself, but smoothly passed over his tongue. It pierced out of between his teeth, creating small flickers of flame. It was something he was going to have to get used to.

He soon returned to camp, where Ember waited patiently for him. She gave him a quick glance, and said rather seductively, "Not bad...", but quickly went back to her mock behaviour, "Not that you're a proper dragon, yet," which he kind of gotten to like by now, in fact he loved it about her.

She walked off back to her spot, though not for long, as she soon launched herself into the air, taking another one of her trips, but as he watched her, he glanced at her fine body, perfect in every way, as she began to get distant, and soon found himself becoming aroused, feeling his groin stir, glancing down. Only now did he see the final change to his body. His slit opened and his shaft started to fall out, becoming hard until he noticed that it had grown in size, double what it had been before (he'd measured before once, it had been just about over 7" long and about 1"thick) but its shape took him by surprise; it was tapered to a point, and segmented with ridges, while at the base, appeared to be a knot-like bulb like a dog's though not one it seemed would flare up like as such, being much smaller, more like a small bulge in the shaft's base really.

Of course, he could not stop thinking of Ember, her body, her voice, and, not wanting her to see him like this if she came back, went somewhere quiet to please himself as he continued thinking about her, though he found the sensation of his new hands and their scales, against his cock's new shape to be entirely new, and far better than ever before. He was going to truly enjoy this.....

Back to the Present...

As he refocused back onto the path again, the memory fading away, he began hearing something ahead, and readied his sword; the peace had sadly gone now, as he expected. As he approached the source of the commotion, staying hidden in the undergrowth, he was taken aback by the scene.

Ember was there. He knew she had gone out that day, but he didn't expect to find her on his travels; neither did encounter each other anywhere but the camp, and she never did mention anything about what she actually did, just what she saw on her outings. But what shocked him was what was happening before him; around her lay a variety of demons, and some imps, all ganging up on her, snarling and hissing. And she was fighting back like any dragon would in such a situation.

"You creeps want some more?!?" she called out, snarling, as a lick of flame left her mouth. Of course some demons sneered, eyeing her with, what he could only think were disturbing thoughts, as Drake's own mind could only imagine what they would do with her if they defeated her.

"Hehehe, she's gonna be great when she's pinned down," said one demon, who charged her, slashing at her body, scratching her underbelly fierce. Drake winced at this, he could not believe this was happening, but watched as she returned the compliment, with more ferocity and strength than her attacker had used. The demon cried out in pain, as she made another blow and soon it collapsed into a heap amongst the others she had brought down that had dared to attack her. But the others just laughed at her efforts, and his eyes spotted the reason why, more were appearing out of whirlwinds of flame, eager to replace those fallen. She was putting up one hell of a fight, but he noticed she was somewhat unsteady on her feet, and only soon realised that Ember was tiring and growing weak.

"You...won't...take...me...alive," she said, breathing as quickly as her body needed her to. Another demon lunged forward, and this one went down too. Two more leaped out at her, but as she bravely fought them off, she hadn't noticed another coming up from behind; she could not react in time for the surprise attack that caught her unaware, the force of the blow on her back was so strong, it meant that the combination of exhaustion and pain she had been enduring finally became too much, causing her to collapse onto the ground, with a dull thud.

He couldn't believe it; wouldn't believe what he was seeing; she was a fierce fighter, and he knew it from all of the sparring he did with her (even if he had let her win). But now she was completely helpless and out cold. He watched as the demons laughed amongst themselves at her failure, sneering and hissing in delight, then watched as another one moved up to her and without hesitation, kicked her in the stomach, her body responding but with no sound from her. It was horrible (he winced once again at the sight), but as he watched this demon repeat it again and again, something inside him began to well up. He had done a lot with her, and she been so kind to make him one of her own. He loved her more than ever now for it, but seeing her like this, it finally dawned on him what he was beginning to feel.

Anger, immense anger like he never had before for someone, someone he now loved, and before he knew it, he was charging out in a fury, roaring, his sword gripped in his hands; he had no idea if he could bring down the entire group by himself, but he didn't care.

"Heh, another one to add to our..." the demon that kicked Ember spoke, but it never got a chance to finish; the sword cut cleanly across its body, and dropped it to the ground into a pool of its own blood.

"ANY OF YOU BASTARDS, WHAT A PIECE OF THIS; DO YOU?!?!?" Drake called out, snarling, as he bared his teeth, flames licked past them.

The demons just glared and snarled back, hissing, as a small pack of them charged him, assuming he would go down as easy as Ember. With one breath, Drake readied himself, then let loose the strongest burst of flames he had so far produced since that day (Ember had helped to teach him to control since then); it cut through those charging him, and the rest behind, leaving half of them dead, and the others scorched and badly wounded.

"THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT FUCKIN' CAME FROM, YOU DAMN MONSTERS!!!" he called out, striking down a couple of the demons that, despite being injured gravely, still came at him, his eyes glaring in fury at the others as these two fell; the imps panicked at this sight and just fled in fear.

As another few stepped forward, he let loose another breath of fire, hearing then scream in agony at the pain it caused and watching as they backed off, clutching themselves as he saw steam rise off their scorched bodies.

The rest, however, were not going to take this lightly and readied their claws to retaliate. He could have stayed back and fought against them, but the flames had somehow tired him badly, and he knew it would leave him exposed and vulnerable. What was worse was that more demons appeared to replace those now dead, just as menacing as the others. His thoughts turned to Ember and her condition; he had to get her away from here before things got worse. Almost immediately he sheathed his sword, picked her up in both arms, his strength having gotten more powerful since the transformation, and before he knew what he was doing, he launched up into the air, his wings beating furiously, and began heading away from the woods, as much as his wings could take him, whilst he clutched Ember tightly against himself. He could feel her heart still beating, just; she was still alive, but barely.

His only thought was to get her back to camp...

Ember began to stir, and soon awoke, rubbing her head as she lifted herself up as best she could, her arms felt weak. She noticed she was covered in a blanket, and that her body was sore and ached. As she glanced around, she noticed it was night, but also saw Drake, sitting before the fire in the campsite; she figured he must have lit it, but whether he did it the old way or the dragon way, she couldn't say for certain. He was, however, facing her way, but she could see that his eyes were closed; why she didn't know until she noticed the tears falling off his jaw. 'Was he crying?' He didn't stir at all to her waking up.

"What happened?" she asked though her voice was somewhat weak, while she clutched the blanket.

Only now did Drake move, opening his eyes. Upon seeing that Ember was now awake, he breathed a sigh of relief, and answered her question, "You got outnumbered by a bunch of demons, and they brought you down, knocked you out. I found you when it happened. I just..." his voice trailed off, and she watched as another tear flowed from his eyes at the thought of that moment.

She remembered travelling earlier that day, and coming down to explore. She didn't notice the demons until it was too late, and by then she was fighting them off. She could still remember that, but after a while, her memory blurred until she woke up. She thought to herself, 'Did he come and rescue me?', and the answer to her question was seeing another tear falling off his snout.

Ember concealed a small smile for his bravery, but attempted to return to her usual mock behaviour, "Well I could have taken them down easily, no one can..." but winced, as a sharp pain hit her stomach, a small cry left her mouth as it did; she realised this wasn't the time to really be like this.

Drake was all over her in complete worry, and quickly stilled her movement, "You shouldn't move. They hurt you real bad; I watched it all happen. I thought I was going to..." his voice trailed off again, as the pair looked into each other's eyes; she could see the sadness in his; although Drake was first to look away, and moved over to where he held a stash of the items he acquired on his travels, removing a poultice, a glass bottle carrying a healing concoction, from within a wooden chest (which he had found out in the desert on his travels, after avoiding the nagas that surrounded it whilst retrieving it), before bringing it over, removing the cork from the opening, "Here, you'd better drink this. You need it more than I do, usually."

Ember allowed him to bring it up to her lips, and drank the concoction, the liquid soothed the pain almost instantly, and dulled the aches and soreness she felt, "You know I can do this myself?" she mockingly spoke, but let him help her drink it.

"I know," Drake said, rather sorrowful, and once it was gone, he placed the empty poultice next to the chest along with the cork, before sitting back at the fire, staring into the flames, while facing away from her now. The silence that exuded from him, it was not natural in Ember's thoughts.

"What made you save me?" she asked curiously; she knew he loved him, but she assumed it was because she was just a dragon, nothing more, which she hadn't minded at all at least for the company he provided, but this was making her think otherwise; but he just remained silent and motionless, a few more tears fell onto the ground, as the fire flickered, the shadows dancing around it.

When he did finally speak, the sorrow still hung in his voice, though it was not an answer to her question, "You should get some sleep, I'll hunt for some food for you tomorrow," and remained focused on the flames, drying off his tears as best he could, slightly sniffing.

Ember watched him for a few moments more. She liked him, but not like this, not this sad being before her. But as she tried to understand him and what he had done, she realised her assumption was completely wrong; he loved her, yes, but not because she was a dragon, but because she was someone he cared for deeply, had fallen for. A smile came over her lips while a few tears of her own met the ground beneath; he saved her as an act of his love for her. As she embraced this warm thought against her heart, she finally realised something else she had not truly accepted before until now, as she began to drift to sleep.

She loved him too, now more than ever...

Days passed by, and Drake did not stray too far from camp while hunting for food; although he did go to Tel'Adre to purchase meat from the market, this one time, after he found a way of protecting the campsite from any form of trouble. Each day, he would hunt for food, prepare it, help her eat, check her wounds, and take her mind off the whole matter with stories, some on his own travels, and others on legends he had heard from his village. She didn't act like she usually did when he spoke; she never did; but just listened as he spoke. Of course when he spoke there was always that tone of sorrow in his voice, as if he expected things to get worse, but they never did as the days passed.

In time, he would help her stand up, move her arms and legs, see if she could fly, breath fire, anything that she could do without problems, and of course, they stayed close to one another when he did; she couldn't stand at first, and her wings remained sore, while her flame was practically weak, but bit by bit, she was able to handle herself, her arms, legs, and wings got stronger, her flame gained more and more strength, and the wounds she had received cleared up leaving no trace of their presence; he even used a device he had heard about to ensure she had not received any corruption from the demons (it could happen, as he heard), but thankfully, she was clean.

The treatment she got from him was unbelievably sweet and kind. Drake's actions proved what she knew and more; he truly and deeply loved her. But soon, she wondered about how to make him know her true feelings for him; she didn't show it, she couldn't find the courage, but, deep down in her heart, she wanted to, somehow...

Three Days Later...

One day, when Drake awoke in the morning, he glanced over to his love's spot, only to be shocked to discover that something was missing; Ember. She was not where she had laid since he brought her back; only her blanket remained, left strewn across the ground. He looked frantically for her, both on the ground and in the air.

"Ember?!?" he called out. He didn't know what to do.

But as he brought himself back down to the campsite, his feet touched something as they landed; paper. As he looked down at it, he realised it was the paper he bought in Tel'Adre, but as he looked, he noticed writing on it, but whose it was he didn't know, he could only just read it to find out:

'Drake,

Gone for a flight, my wings are feeling much better, and I feel much stronger. Thanks for looking after me, although I could have managed it myself...' he chuckled, it was Ember's ('I didn't know she could write' thought Drake); he knew she put up that behaviour, but to convey it into words, that was something he didn't expect to discover, '... so don't think you're better than me. Why don't you do your usual hero stuff, like you normally do? I'll be back later,

Ember.'

As he reached the end, he noticed something at the bottom, the writing was much smaller, but he could make it out:

'But I will keep out of trouble, for your sake. xx'

He smiled and placed the letter amongst his stash of things. At least she was alright, and keeping herself safe. He was certain there wouldn't be much trouble for today, as he collected his sword. As he contemplated the choice of wearing his clothes and armour, he thought, 'Nah', and just left them behind as he strode out of camp; if she could manage without them, so would he; letting fate dictate where he would travel for today.

'Hopefully away from demons,' he thought.

It was getting late as he was heading back to camp, but his body was tired. He needed somewhere to relax, but at least the night would be peaceful as it usually was. Then he remembered something he had done earlier in the morning.

Whilst he had been away, he had heard from a traveller about a glade of trees which harboured a hidden place no-one knew about (except the traveller of course); a clearing with a pool that was said to be soothing to one's body, taking away all the aches and pains one had, and made them relaxed. For a few gems, he had purchased a map that led to the place, before continuing on his travels, opting to take a look when he could.

As he thought about this, he retrieved the map, and noticed, from where he was now, that the glade was not far. In fact, it was only a short walk from where he stood, and was not far from camp. He decided to seek it out, out of curiosity.

The glade was quite something, a sort of miniature forest, quiet and peaceful, and as he stepped through the trees, the clearing became a sight before his eyes. It was filled with wonderful plants, many he recognised, and right in the centre, laid a crystal clear pool of water, that shimmered with the reflection of the evening sky, which was lined with a couple of large stones, their surfaces smooth and almost looking polished.

As he stepped over, the fragrance of the plants overwhelmed his senses, they smelled wonderful, and as he reached the edge of the pool, he lowered a foot into the water. It was warm to the touch, surprisingly. Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped in, the water caressing his body, as he moved to position himself before one of the stones, bringing himself down upon the ground under the water, sighing in comfort as the aches in his body dulled, and the feeling of warmth overwhelmed him. The bottom of the pool, oddly enough, formed some kind of natural seat with the stone acting like a back rest, which he found was surprisingly comfortable rather than hard, while the water came up to around his waist.

He thought for a moment that it was a trap, perhaps, but it was too beautiful a place to be such a thing, as there was no sign of any corruption as he had seen elsewhere, and as he relaxed, he listened to his surroundings; there was wildlife within the trees, birds chirping, and the leaves shifted by the slightest of breezes flowing through the air. It was definitely safe.

As he lay there, his tail twitched. He made certain it was not trapped beneath his body, and moved it through the water; this was something else Ember had taught him to control well, and as he had found out, proved to have been extremely useful in some cases. It swished in the water for a moment before he laid it down upon the ground, resting comfortably within the water.

The peace was so much, that he relaxed and let the water sooth him. Before long, his eyes were drifting off to sleep, as his other worries flowed away from his mind.

Ember was flying back to camp at this time. Like she had written, she was staying out of trouble. Yeah, she had pride, but she wasn't going to let that cause her to get in any more trouble.

As she flew back, she came across the glade; she too, had heard about it, and as she flew over it, she felt somewhat tired herself.

'I'm sure Drake isn't worrying about me,' she thought, after all she had written that letter to ensure him as such, and flew down to the edge of the glade and landed before the trees.

She moved slowly through the trees until, at last, she reached the clearing they hid. There, in the middle lay the pool she heard about, but to her surprise, she spotted something else in there; it was Drake. As she got closer she noticed he was not just relaxing, he drifted off to sleep, though he looked just as good as when he was awake, even cute now that she thought of it. As she looked around she noticed his stuff was close by and piled up, but something about it puzzled her; his clothes and armour were not there at all. 'Did he leave those behind?' she thought, she knew he never went anywhere without them. Unless...

'Oh, is someone copying us?' she thought rather cheekily, it was rather unexpected of him; but she liked it.

"Ember..." he mumbled, the rest of what he said was too hard to hear; she thought for a moment, though, that he had awoke, but she noticed he was still sleeping, which made her realise he was talking in his sleep, possibly dreaming about something, about her perhaps.

"Ember..." he repeated again, and she listened to what he was talking about; he was dreaming about her, "... I want to hold you like nothing before..." his voice was calm, and she noticed a smile form on his mouth as he spoke, "...to hold you, and embrace you. I would do anything to protect you..." she loved the words he spoke, "...to be the dragon you want me to be..." and those as well, "... my heart will always belong to you..." but those touched her the most, and a tear flowed from her eyes.

"And mine will be always be yours too," she whispered, her hands on her chest as she spoke.

Suddenly, she heard him sniff; was he waking up? Well she could see his nostril flaring up, and she wondered why. Again he sniffed, but he didn't wake, instead, "You smell so nice, Ember," and the smile on him grew, as he sighed in delight.

Only now did she realise what he meant, her scent must have begun emanating from her (she knew about such things), and she watched as he seemed to delight in smelling it, all whilst still sleeping. As she did, she began to wonder how the water felt, and, not wishing to wake him, slowly and quietly entered, finding it warm against her scales, which she didn't expect (she had felt the water of the lake before, and that had been quite chilling despite being a dragon). She also found it was quite clear and rather soothing, and took in the moment, leaning her head back as she settled into the pool opposite Drake. It was not big, but she was surprised it was big enough for the pair to relax in. But as she leaned her head forward, she spotted something within the water, her eyes widening in surprise.

As he sniffed and sighed again at her scent, she noticed something was beginning to protrude from his genital slit between his legs, she had seen what he was like down there when he had fully changed, but not completely, and as she watched, realised what it was and why it was happening. Firstly, it was his cock which continued to extend out of his slit and grow until it began to rise to just beneath the surface of the water, and secondly, he was getting aroused from his scent although she wondered if he knew about it before today; she couldn't really tell.

As she considered this, a thought crossed her mind; she had always wanted to show her feelings for him since he saved her, but never knew how, until this opportunity had, in some ways, presented itself. A lustful grin formed as she considered this rather sexy, even dirty thought that she was having as she looked up to his face; he was still sleeping and dreaming about her. She was going to give him a hero's reward like no other, something he would deeply enjoy as she would herself, and thinking of it what she planned to do aroused her, the spot between her legs heating up, causing her to massage the lips of her vent with her hand as she continued thinking about it, moaning at her own pleasure as she began to finger her own passage, enjoying the sensation, before withdrawing her hand and making her move.

Without any hesitation she moved closer to him in the water, lowering herself down his body, taking care not to wake him as she did; not yet anyway. Once she was in position, her head above his beautiful looking cock (as she saw it), she looked back down, lowering her hands beneath the water, and in between his legs, edging them slowly until her fingers finally touched upon the flesh of it, causing him to quietly moan in delight; she glanced up expecting him to wake, but he didn't. Feeling assured he would be sleeping through this, she began feeling it with just the tips, finding it to be so warm and wonderful as she felt every bump and ridge upon it, and soon she wrapped one hand around the shaft, gently moving up to the tip, enjoying the sensation of it against her hands as she drew it down to the base, while using her other hand to feel his balls within their scaly bag, caressing them, shifting between one and the other whilst she continued to rub the shaft from base to tip and back again. She must have been doing well, as she heard him moan again, slightly louder this time, and she felt the shaft begin to harden more within her hand, the tip now poking out of the water, much to her delight.

"Such a beautiful thing, my love..." she whispered quietly into his ear. Whether he could hear it in his sleep, she didn't care, she was enjoying the moment, and so was he by the way he sounded, another moan escaping from his mouth.

She continued caressing both in her hands, listening to him moan as she did so, while switching hands every few moments between his shaft and balls as she became lost in the moment before stopping, propping up his cock, raising it further above the water.

"I wonder if it tastes good..." she whispered quietly again, and lowered her head down just above the tip. Her tongue licked over her jaw as she looked at it, a hunger in her eyes as she finally drew it out and over his cock as she held it in her hands. The flesh tasted so familiar to her, so powerful, so warm, as she began lapping the head; he obviously liked it, his moans were much longer this time. After a few more laps, she wrapped her tongue around his shaft and drew it down further, into the water, the tip reaching down to his balls, and lapping those, while her length caressed his dick up and down, working it as well as she could; this was a first for her doing anything of this sort, she didn't really know how to, but her body seemed to know instinctively what to do.

As she continued her ministrations, she noticed Drake was breathing a little quicker, and his hips starting bucking slowly, not much, but just enough towards her affectionate touch upon his cock. Soon after this, she caught sight of something forming on the tip of his crown, a white fluid, which she realised was his seed, which was leaking out and was soon flowing down the shaft until it touched her tongue. Its taste was just as warm as the flesh, slightly salty, but also sweet. As she withdrew her tongue back, she lapped the tip to taste more of it, swallowing what drops she got. It was so good, that she wanted more, lost to her own lust for him before she withdrew her tongue completely.

"You're going to love this, my sweet little dragon..." she whispered in his ear again as she caressed the shaft again with her hand, not caring if he woke up at that moment as she caressed his chest with the other; which, thankfully for her, he didn't. In fact he still retained the same smile, which, while it had shifted a bit, still remained the same. Only now did she feel something brush against her legs, and as she looked below the water, she saw his tail, twitching in delight from the pleasure on his flesh, gently causing the water to swirl around her legs and against her own slit, she smiled at this, enjoying it, whispering, "Seems you already are..." before focusing back on his cock.

Closing her eyes and opening her mouth, she brought her lips over the tip and closed around it, suckling the head. As she opened her eyes, she watched as he moaned and purred in delight, probably from the sensation, before focusing back on her handiwork or 'mouthwork' as she would put it, as she slowly suckled and licked it upon her tongue, tasting more of his sweet cream again. Feeling confident in going further, she drew in more of his cock into her mouth, as it went beneath the waterline, while her teeth just grazed the flesh, such that he hissed at the feeling. She stopped for a moment and looked up thinking he would wake, but he still remained asleep. 'Perhaps he likes it?' she thought, enjoying the idea and wishing he wouldn't wake at all, and continued drawing in his shaft for a moment longer before pulling back; she was able to do so without much trouble breathing as her snout went beneath the water surface.

Confident he was enjoying it and that she could continue this without any possible problems, she repeated her actions, bobbing her head up and down slowly at first, her actions disturbing the water and splashing him a bit but not enough to wake him, as she continued to pleasure him, the taste of his seed and shaft were intoxicating. As she did so she fondled his balls again, feeling them in her hands, the scales on his sack were so smooth to the touch. She could feel him tense at first, and sped up her bobbing a bit, until he began moaning ever louder.

A thought then crossed her mind, which caused her to grin, 'Let's tease him a bit', and she stopped, withdrawing her mouth and letting his cock fall out with a lip-smack, the tip producing more and more of his seed as it flopped over his stomach and then over the water dripping his cream over each, while the shaft throbbed for her attention as she lifted her head back a bit to gaze at his face, grasping his dick in her hand.

It had the desired effect she wanted, "...please, Ember..." Drake called out, pleading and whining in his sleep; she could tell what he must have been dreaming whilst she had been 'rewarding him', "...it's was so good...please, don't stop..."

She smiled with lust, sexually pleased at the words he was speaking, and, to appease him, lowered her head back down, lapping the tip again and enjoying the taste of his seed upon it, before putting his cock back in her mouth and bobbing again, with Drake moaning in delight again at her affection, "Ohhhhh, yeah..."

She continued bobbing up and down, and bit by bit, took in more, able to take in his size before her lips reached his balls, somewhat kissing them, and continued to bob along his length from tip to base until she pulled the shaft out of her mouth, quickly replacing it with her hand, firmly grasping it within her fingers as she stroked it firmly, while lapping the flesh with her tongue, savouring the cream that now flowed out like a torrent. His breathing quickened even more, and she could see him beginning to tense up, his hips bucking more now, and his tail shifting much quicker, as she placed his shaft back into her mouth, bobbing more furiously than ever, building up the pleasure within him, while the water splashed both more now from the movement.

"Urgh, Ember," he called out, still asleep, "Can't hold out...much longer...soooo, good..."

She continued her bobbing, maintaining the rhythm and at times drew his shaft so deep into her mouth, she held it there a few moments, lapping the flesh against her tongue for an added thrill, both for her and for him before bobbing again, and as she continued she noticed that his chest was moving rapidly in and out, his tail twitched like crazy, whilst his mouth hung open and panting, his tongue hanging out, and she soon began to feel his shaft and balls begin to tense up as much as it could possibly from the pleasure. 'Not long now,' she knew.

As he began to reach his threshold, she withdrew her mouth off of his cock again, holding his shaft in her hand, kissing the tip, once, twice, thrice, as she watched him plead for her to finish him off, whilst still asleep, though she knew he wouldn't be able to stay like for much longer, "...Ember... gonna... gonna..."

"Ok, big boy," she replied, seductively, not whispering anymore as she smiled, knowing what was coming, "Give me all you got! Let my mouth taste your cock's seed!!" It had the desired effect, as he began whining for release.

As she put his length back in her mouth, and bobbed once more, she finally breached his threshold. The pleasure overwhelmed him as he bucked up into her mouth, "...oh, f-f-u-u-u-u-c-c-c-k-k-k...", and roared in delight, as his cock spurted out load after load of his thick, creamy seed, plastering the inside of her mouth, coating her tongue, and flowing down her throat. As she withdrew his shaft from her mouth, it plopped out with ease, while spurting more, coating her breasts with his cream, as he finally sighed in relief. As he began to wake from his sleep, whilst his body recovered from such pleasure it had never received before, he leaned his head back and groaned in the immense relief his cock now had from the sexual release, the length beginning to soften and fall back into the water.

As he did that, she licked up what he produced, scooping the bits which had fallen onto her mounds onto her fingers, and savouring the taste as she placed them in her mouth, before whispering into his ear seductively, "So creamy, so sweet. Yum..." at which he looked back down, shocked to see her before him, but more importantly, where exactly she was in relation to him, noticing the lust in her eyes.

"Ember?" he asked, confused for a moment, "Oh, fuck, what..."

But she silenced him, a clawed finger on his mouth, "Shhhh," winking at him seductively, "Just enjoy the moment, my big dragon," empathizing the 'big' in her words. Before he knew it, she brought herself up a bit, her breasts now level with his cock as she held it again in her hand, bringing it back up above the water and rubbing it a bit, before placing it between her mounds, the feeling of the soft scales on them against his flesh felt unbelievably great. He opted to lie back, shifting himself a bit so as to make her work much easier to perform, while enjoying it all the same.

She held his shaft between her breasts for a moment as she felt it begin to harden again, throbbing against her chest, before enclosing it between them, watching it grow out to its full hardness, before bringing out her tongue to lap at the head again. Drake moaned again as he felt it brush over the crown, the sensation it gave was something incredible. He couldn't believe she was doing this; he hadn't dared asked before about this, not wishing to at all, caring too much for her to consider it. But she seemed to be enjoying it, lapping up the drops of cream that formed again on his crown, before moving her breasts up and down his shaft.

He moaned at the pleasure Ember was giving him. Before, he thought what she had done was all a dream until he woke and realised it had happened, but at least now he was aware of her actions as she continued to assault his dick with her perfectly sized boobs, lapping his head each time it popped out with her tongue, his own hung out again as he panted from the feeling.

He began thinking about her, about returning the favour, and a thought popped into his head, 'I wonder if I could...' He moved his tail, wondering what it would to use it on her, and grateful that it was not trapped between them, and began bringing it up along her leg to the spot between. While she continued to caress his cock between her breasts, she glanced up, feeling his tail move in closer, and grinned with lust at his actions, licking her lips with approval. Spotting this, he grinned back in response, and continued moving it until the tip began to touch against the pink flesh of her slit. She moaned in delight as it began caressing her sensitive lips, rubbing the edges; he couldn't believe he was doing this, even that he could do so with his tail like so (he never thought of it before until now).

He continued his caresses, eliciting more moans from her as he did, until he finally decided to push in further, pressing the tip against her opening until it entered, bringing out another moan from her as he began pushing in, his tail feeling the inside of her passage and the tightness within. He stopped as far as he wanted to for the moment, holding his tail in place, before pulling out, then in again, thrusting like so slowly at first. He glanced at her face, which was wrapped in immense pleasure from his tail.

It didn't stop her from continuing her own ministrations, rubbing his shaft between her mounds, moving with the same rhythm as his tail, each enjoying the moment that the other provided. As she continued, she imagined what it would feel like to truly have him inside her, to feel his length within her.

As Ember moaned again, she held her breasts still towards the base of his shaft, resting them on top of his balls, while glancing down at the head, licking her lips, before lowering her mouth over it, eliciting a moan from Drake as he felt her mouth around the tip, before she bobbed down to where it poked out of her boobs 'valley', up and down like before, staying in rhythm with his tail which he began pushing in further with each thrust. As he did she moaned, the sensation made her mouth rumble, adding more stimulation to his cock.

Drake continued thrusting in with his tail, finding the flesh of her passage unbelievable upon the scales, the tip piercing through while it accepted the thickness of it. Like Ember, he wondered what it would feel like to have his cock within her, the thought making him push harder but still gentle. Somehow his tail was doing well for her, as it suddenly reached one spot in her depths to which a muffled cry from her caused him to receive more added sensation to his dick while her passage tightened and massaged his tail.

Each began to feel their breathing quicken; Ember could feel his cock begin to tense again, another load getting ready to shoot, while Drake could feel her passage begin to quiver and squeeze his tail, as she began to reach her threshold, his tail could feel something slick flowing over it, her own juices seeping past and coating the tip.

Ember stopped for a moment, letting his cock out of her mouth, and eying it again, seeing his tip spurt more of his delicious cream. She lapped the tip, flicking her tongue over it and along the length, before taking it in again. Something soon came over her head, and she slightly yelped in surprise as it touched her, only for her to realise that Drake had placed his hand on her, encouraging her to continue her 'mouth-work' on his dick, which she was pleased to, shifting her breasts up and down, watching his face as it tensed up from the second round of pleasure he was getting, before withdrawing his hand.

Holding her mouth over the tip and suckling it, she let it out, panting before crying out, "...oh, by my ancestors... oh...ooh...Drake, yes...yes...yes..." before returning it back in, bobbing more furiously than ever.

"...urgh...Ember!!!" Drake called out, thrusting even faster now, finding that her juices made it easier to do so, as more flowed over his tail.

Ember let his cock out again, lapping the tip with immense lust, and along his shaft, before returning to it to her mouth, his tail finally breaking her threshold as she came, wave upon wave of pleasure hit her, as her juices flowed over his tail and out into the water, while she groaned at the release bringing further sensations to Drake's dick.

That was all it took to finally make Drake peak again, and he roared once more in delight as his cock began shooting a second load into her mouth, Ember swallowing all she could, while some pushed out of her mouth and dripped down onto her breasts and his shaft. She continued holding it in her mouth, as he panted, feeling his tail finally pull out, Drake completely satisfied with the end result, before she finally felt his length soften and let it fall out of her mouth on its own, watching it dip beneath the water's surface again.

As Drake leaned back to recover once again, Ember began to move up next to him in the pool, her body recovering from such a high; she felt pleasure from fingering herself before (she had seen Drake give himself pleasure secretly, and tried it out herself with her own slit), but this had been a completely different feeling. As she rested herself against the edge her arm touched up against his side. She glanced over to Drake as she did, who glanced at her himself, smiling at her as his panting began to get slower, groaning in relief. She returned the smile, groaning in relief herself as she did.

"That...was...amazing," he spoke as he could, before leaning his head back again in bliss.

"I could say the same..." she responded. She could feel her slit was still aroused; it wanted more as she brought her fingers down to it. Her nostrils sniffed something in the air; only now could she finally pick up his scent. It was wonderful, and fuelling her desire for him all over again, to have this dragon for herself.

"Drake?" she spoke. He looked over again as she did, "I think... I want you... now more than ever..."

Her words caused him to perk up, and she noticed it had an additional effect she liked immediately, as his cock began to stiffen again rising up out of the water, as he smiled again with a lustful look in his eyes, saying, "Then, Ember, have me as you want..."

"Oh, Drake..." she replied, growling in delight at this and moved back in front of him, quickly bringing her hand to stroke his dick again, feeling it harden as he moans again from the sensation, before lifting herself over him and straddling his legs, rubbing her own slit with one hand, massaging the lips and feeling her juices slicken it up before opening them, and positioning it over his cock whilst holding it in place with the other hand.

"Ready?" he asked, and she nodded, before lowering down, gently rubbing her lips over the tip of his dick, causing both to moan again, before she began pressing the point past them, letting his shaft slide into her depths. Each took delight as they finally coupled, his shaft slowly entering her, filling her, each moaning in delight as their flesh finally touched one another. Once he was deep enough, her hips resting over his groin, Drake brought his head forward, bringing his lips to hers and kissed her, each moaning into the other from the simple contact.

As Drake pulled back, he looked into her eyes, and, as if wanting permission to continue, Ember nodded, before slowly moving up and down his dick, letting it fall and rise inside her. It was much different to his tail, but much more enjoyable, as it began to massage her passage whilst it swallowed every bit of him. What had started as being a simple reward was now becoming a pleasurable experience for the pair of them, something she never truly expected.

As she maintained a steady pace, Drake grunted as she sunk his length into her, feeling his balls slap upon her ass each time she came down, whilst he watched her breasts jiggle each time she landed on his groin, the sight was something, whilst the water lapped up to them, and splashed over them. Soon she began to pick up the pace, bouncing up and down upon his shaft, and soon he began instinctively thrusting up into her, catching her out unaware as she began breathing quicker. Each thrust caused her to moan in delight, as she glanced into Drake's eyes. As he looks back, she mouths, "I love you", to which he mouths back his own love for her, before concentrating on the job at hand.

Soon Ember is moving at a considerable pace, her passage sucking in his length and massaging it, even more than her mouth did, the sensation beginning to drive him crazy. Ember, however, begins to tire, and soon slows the pace down before pressing herself into him, her breasts rubbing up against the scales of his chest, while Drake feels her breath against him, as they embrace one another.

"We could continue this out of the water, if you want," Drake offered, as Ember slowly stops, her vent's lips holding his shaft within them. Ember contemplates this, but she declines; this was her reward to him, and she was going to finish giving it.

Drake tried to insist again, but she silenced that at once, locking their lips together as she regained her strength and started again, her movement up and down his length not letting their kiss be broken, as she regained a steady pace again, wanting to remain in control. But Drake wouldn't let her off easy for that, and once more began thrusting into her, the combination causing them to moan and purr with delight, as their flesh slide against one another.

As they continued, Drake eyed her breasts as they moved up and down against his chest, and as Ember began to close her eyes to focus on his cock piercing her, he gently eased her off his chest while letting his tongue slide out, before he slowly lowered his head down, letting it so his flexible appendage came into contact with them, its flesh lightly touching each of the nipples on them in turn. Her response was to hiss, as he caressed each with his tongue, flicking it over them as they slid within reach of it, lapping at their form.

Soon both quickened the pace, and as they did, Drake felt her juices flow over his cock, making it smoother for the flesh to move within and easier to penetrate her as he withdrew his tongue from her mounds. She gasped as he started taking control, thrusting into her deeper, his breathing quickening, as his eyes closed, too focused on finishing things.

"Yes, Drake, yes!!! Harder, ha-harder!!!" she called out, not caring that he was slowly taking charge; the pleasure was overwhelming her as she bounced furiously on his shaft.

But he was not content to just continue things in the water anymore; part of his mind began to order him to dominate her, something he had never felt before (not that he would complain at all to so). Without warning, he withdrew from her, his shaft throbbing and still hard as it came out, causing her now to whine and plead with him not to but to keep going, to which he grinned, Ember seeing the lust in his eyes a slight tinge of teasing in them. Rather than continue, he surprised her by lifting her up out of the pool along with him, the water dripping off both, as he carried her out of the pool and to the edge, before lowering her gently onto the ground. "This will make it easier," he said, bringing himself over her, as she eyed his cock with a lustful hunger, wanting him to finish it as it throbbed above her hips.

Lining up his dick with her slit, he finally pushed back in, gently until he was fully in, then thrusting into her as she once more moaned in pleasure, grateful to feel him in her again, as he now took complete control, his shaft sliding in and out, as her juices flowed over it again, and dribbled out, flowing over her groin and seeping into the ground below.

As he continued thrusting, almost like a wild animal, he brought his head over her own, their eyes meeting each other, before he lowered his, kissing her again, the pair holding it as he slowed his pace again, though each could feel the breath of the other as they began panting from their desire for one another. As they pulled their lips away from each other, he finally drove himself in, going much faster than she had bouncing on him, as each felt the same tension begin to rise below, both in him and her.

"Oh, Drake," Ember whined, "...what a dr-dr-dragon... keep going!!!"

He could feel himself reaching his limit again as her passage began sucking his cock as strongly as it liked, anything to milk him of his seed, whilst Ember wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in with each thrust, as they started panting.

"...Ember..."Drake moaned, "...almost..."

She knew what was coming, and shushed him, letting the moment wrap them in bliss, her body reaching unbelievable heights of excitement and pleasure from it, whilst Drake slid his tail around her own, entwining it as he kept going at it.

"I'm... I'm..." Drake began calling out, "I'm co-co-coming..."

And finally it became too much once more, as both finally breached their threshold, roaring in immense pleasure, leaning their heads back, as Drake's cock finally thrust into her once more and released one final load from the head, this one much bigger in volume than before, as spurt after spurt of his seed filled her up, filling her womb as she purred at the warm feeling it gave, while Drake felt her passage's muscle continue milking him of every drop he had left, his tongue hanging out as he did his best to look at Ember, to look at his new lover.

Ember smiled as their eyes made contact again, leaning up to kiss him again, completely satisfied with the end result. As they kissed, he felt something new in it; a far greater feeling of love than ever before, and he knew, this time it was something he would keep forever, both in his memory and heart.

As their bodies came down once more, Ember finally lay back down onto the ground, while Drake finally felt his shaft being released, her passage letting go, pulling it out and as he did so, her lips let go of some of the mixture of his cream and her juices, both flowing out and onto the ground, whilst his cock finally softened, pulling back towards it protective hiding place slowly, his balls now finally aching from creating his third release.

Drake rolled over besides Ember, as each let their body rest after such an incredible moment in their lives, their chests rising and falling as they took in several deep gulps of air to feed their bodies, sighing as they began to feel relief, their eyes now looking out to the sky above, the light now dimming as the first stars began to appear.

Ember was the first to finally move, bringing a hand down to her lips and feeling along it, her fingers getting coated the mixture of their love, before lifting back up to her face, her tongue snaking out and licking up the combination, admiring the new taste of both, savouring it, before she heard a sigh of approval next to her, Drake watching as she let her fingers enter her mouth licking them clean.

"...You're...so...sexy ...you...know," he said, while panting still, as she finally cleaned her fingers; he let his own fingers dip below to caress her slit, scooping up some of the fluids, wanting to taste the combination himself a bit, something he enjoyed just as well as he brought it to his mouth.

She smiled in response at seeing this at feeling his fingers glide over her lips, before rolling onto her side while letting her other hand caress his chest, eliciting a purr from him that she felt rumble beneath his scales, his eyes closed as he felt her rub her hand against him, as he finished cleaning his own fingers. He felt content as he continued purring resting his hand under his head, enjoying the moment, though was surprised when he felt her hand travel downwards across his chest, his stomach, and gasped as he felt it touch his now limp cock, still hanging out of his slit, her hand stopping its retreat back into its 'lair', opening his eyes in complete surprise as he watched her lean her head down to it.

"Let me just clean you up," she said, licking her lips seductively, before sliding her tongue out and over his shaft again, letting it clean up every drop of his cream and her juices from the flesh and from the scaly sack over his balls, almost as if she wanted another round, but she simply let herself clean him, as he grunted at the sensation, her length going over every ridge and bump, before Ember finally let her tongue lap the tip a couple more times and withdrew it. He watched as she pursed her lips and kissed the head a couple of times, each kiss wonderful, one lasting longer than the other, before finally pulling back, letting his cock go and flop back down against his stomach.

"You're such a tease," Drake replied, watching her reaction as she looked up to him, as he growled playfully at her, rubbing the underside of her jaw.

Ember grinned back, "Well, you deserved it, all of it, my big dragon, my hero," moving up against him, letting their bodies touch, as she kissed him again, lightly on the lips, as she rubbed his chest again, before asking, "You did mean it though, that your heart belongs to me, right?"

Drake pulled back a bit, a little confused, "What?"

"I heard you say it, whilst you were sleeping earlier," Ember responded, "it was lovely." Drake was still confused, so she recounted the words he spoke before she had 'rewarded' him, and what her response had been to them; the confusion went the moment she repeated the words she had said, "And mine will be always be yours too ," smiling down at him as she spoke them.

Drake's eyes shined with a newfound level of happiness, "I ... I ... I don't know, what to say," but his lips said it all, smiling, whilst tears formed in his eyes and flowed off his face, he never could believe it, but his heart did, he could feel it. "Oh, Ember, you're so wonderful," letting his hand caress her face, Ember purring in delight.

"I guess that means I own you then, right, Drake?" she asked, a playful, cheeky tone in her voice as she watched his reaction.

He was somewhat shocked at this, but soon grinned in response. "Oh, we dragon aren't objects or pets to be owned!!" he said, copying her mock attitude; she giggled as he said the words, noting the playful grin on his lips. 'Cheeky', she thought; he was certainly his own version of her acting.

"Then what do I call you then?" she asked, not paying attention as she cheekily continued, "My master, my servant, my charge..." she almost wanted to keep going, giggling in delight at each thought that she had for naming him, but he shushed her, a finger silencing her before she could mention any more unlikely titles to take, as she watched him look into her eyes.

"How about, mate?" he asked, to which she purred in response; she liked it, no, she loved it.

"Yes, it's so perfect," she responded, "...though I could have thought of it..." she spoke in her mock behaviour, though she made no effort to fool him (not that he could be anymore, he knew when she did well enough), watching him chuckle as he slowly drew her into an embrace, each holding the other in their arms, while their tails wrapped around their bodies, the glade would be forever their special place.

As more stars appeared, there was no denying it in their minds anymore; they were more to each other now than they had ever been before, more than anything as they thought over their new status.

'Partners in life',

'Friends for ever',

'Lovers in the big, wide universe',

That's what they had been before, but now, as took in the warmth of their love, they were 'Mates until the end of time itself'.

And as the evening finally gave way to night, they eventually agreed to leave for 'their' camp, flying back together, as Drake held onto his own things ensuring nothing was left behind, Ember carrying his sword, while their tails entwined with one another. 'This was going to be the start of something beautiful' Drake thought. And as Ember flew back with him, she wondered what it would be like for them in the years to come, to be able to glimpse the future.

Would Drake save the land from the corruption? Would he vanquish every single demon that lived?

She could not answer these questions and more others she thought, but she truly wished she could answer the one which her heart now gave her, one that made her smile in secret to herself, a tear flowing from her eye as it was asked.

What would Drake like to have as a first child if she provided him one: a boy or a girl?

That was something, she would have to wait and see, though the thought of having a child with him, regardless of gender, warmed her heart...

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