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You're rested. That's the first thing that goes through your mind as you wake up. Better rested than you've been in months. You look over to Morgan's sleeping bag. He's still out. Slowly, you move your hand above the sheets, checking if you still look fully human. Nothing to worry about, there's not even a hint of your new nature. A bit of relief at least.

Going through your campsite morning rituals, you notice that hint of a smell still laying around. The pheromones your master was talking about. You try and match the smell to something for a few minutes, before you give up. You can smell it, but that's just it. The only way you can describe it is that it smells like nothing.

Checking over the jug of water, which is still half full, you heat up some of it using the lava flow powered pot. You muse that you could probably move right next to the flow yourself but your clothes wouldn't survive it, and what if Morgan wakes up and notices a naked human just sitting next to twelve hundred degree hot molten rock... That'd be bad. You'd have to explain everything and that's something you're not looking forward to right now. Not without your morning coffee, at least.

Wow, master of understatement.

Once the water's boiling, Morgan stirs. You've always had a bit of a synchronized rhythm. Even if you're countries apart you tend suddenly wake up, dead of night, and then realize that it's about morning at Morgan's site and vice versa. Ah well, good friends tend to be soul mates of a sort, no? You crack a smile at him stretching his arms.

"Morning, sunshine.", you say as you make two cups of coffee.

"Morning... Huh, never slept better." So he's the same. Might it be those pheromones? Still affecting you as you're in a human form? Could be...

Ah... Good morning, pet.

Good morning, master.

You send the message back before you even realize he's greeted you. You really are not that disturbed by the changes of the last few days... That's a good thing, right? You hope it is.

So, you have noticed my scent. Yes, it helps humans and by extension human-form dragons, rest well. It is a leftover from the time that dragons took human slaves. Scared slaves sleep poorly and so are poor slaves... I can sense your confusion. Do not worry pet, I will not abuse your friend if he proves to be unwilling to join us. He will simply never find me and will go his own path. Such barbaric acts are for those who are drunk on power and unfitting of the modern world.

That mystery is solved then. And you know he's being truthful. Why, you don't know, but you just do. Well, cup of coffee drank, you get to work on breakfast. Just a pair of sandwiches each. Huh, you don't even know how your master keeps himself alive down here...

There are other exits, pet. They lead into the mountain passes where I can hunt. And I have visited the town, in case my taste demanded something else for once in a while.

You try to imagine where he got the money for that but all you get in reply is a chuckle before you realize your master has to have a human identity too... Maybe you should go look for those other exits later today. Would make it easier, instead of having to climb up twenty meters of sheer rock face to get out when you're done.

Please do try and get away from him, pet. I wish to see you again.

Of course, master.

In the meantime, the ever working Morgan grabbed the laptop running the modeling program to check on its progress. It's slowed down the process a bit, must be closing in on the outer most limit of its ability. "So, what's the plan for today? Stay here 'till the sensor's got everything it can get, or..?"

Perfect.

"Nah. I'm gonna go check out one of these tunnels. Take the seismic along, plant it at the crossroads deeper in." You point out said crossroads, which leads off the one tunnel you haven't checked.

"Okay. I'll get running the programs on figuring out where the shear zones are around here. You coming back soon, or later?" He asks, holding up another packet of coffee.

"Nah, I'll be gone for a while looks like. Tunnel's a good half hour walk till the roads. Then setting up the sensor again and keeping an eye on it while it does it's work... I'll be gone for most of the day then."

"Right. Take the radio along, we'll keep in touch via that" he tells you, opening the pocket in his backpack holding two of said radios. Good little tools with a large power supply, good for a day or two of constant talking. And a fifteen kilometer range, which you definitely need in these caves.

Grabbing the radio, the sensor and your laptop, you put them all in a little carry bag and start your trek down the tunnel. It's just as dark as you expected but your changed eyes are adapted to the darkness now, only having your flashlight on to keep up the appearance to Morgan.

Moving down the tunnel, you notice the scent getting slightly stronger.

I am waiting for you at the cross, little pet... Please, do not keep me... waiting...

You can feel the lust he's lacing his words with. If he doesn't have a hard on right now, you'd eat your own shoes.

I won't master... Just... how do I change back?

You should undress before you... change... pet. It will rip your... clothes... otherwise.

He's ready to go, and you can feel it flow through your connection. And before you know, you're jogging. Reaching the crossroads, you plant down the bag with tools in a little niche you notice just before the main chamber and get to work undressing, boots, shirt, pants, underwear, leaving them also in the niche. Then you notice him.

He's against the wall, in much the same position as two days ago. On his back, legs apart, tail to the side, throbbing member almost dripping with lubricant, hand wrapped around the base and from the look of it, it's rock hard. And his eyes, almost scary in how lustful they are, are locked on to yours. You have trouble not copying your first meeting.

"How do I... change, master? I... Would like to... Stop pretending." You almost have to force the words out of your mouth, you're that worked up at seeing your master's cock like this.

"Think of yourself, ah..., as you really are, pet," He says, as he's slowly moves his paw over his member, slick with his arousal, "Feel your body as a, hmm..., dragon, not a human."

You try to focus on feeling your tail, your snout, your scales, your changed body. You focus so deeply you are almost startled by the sudden feeling of a million tiny pins and needles working their way all over your skin. You shift, body lengthening, tail extending, flakes of obsidian emerging from your skin. Your muzzle forms, tiny spikes of bone emerge from your spine, arms and legs lengthen, toes and fingers merge, and before you can even compare the sensation to anything, you are back to the way you were, back to your new true draconic self.

"Ah... Pet. You really are gorgeous," your master growls, "I've, ooh... missed you." He lets go of his cock and holds up his hand for you to lick clean. You step closer, your own member already hard with need, hanging between your hind legs. Rolling onto your back and sitting down next to him, in much the same way that he is, you slip your tongue between his claws and that wonderful taste fills your mouth again. This isn't a dream. It's real. And it dawns to you that you wouldn't want it any other way, before you finish cleaning his claws of that amazing flavor.

He moves his hand under your chin and points your head up at his. As you open your mouth to thank him again, his muzzle locks with yours. Your tongues fight in your mouths, you both growl low and while your kiss is so incredibly deep, he moves his just cleaned hand over your own member, grabbing it by the very tip before sliding down from the head, all the way to your base.

A soft moan escapes you before you slide your own paw over his member, generating a sound from him. You keep locked together, eyes closed, hands starting to slide over each other's slippery shafts, slowly making love to each other with just your palms, fingers, tongues and the soft growls that go with it all.

However, even the best things get slightly boring after a while, so you your muzzle go from his. His eyes lock on yours for a bit and you can see him approve of the next idea before you can even ask. You roll over to your legs again, let go of his member as he lets go of yours and after a single long and slow lick of your tongue base to tip, slide his tasty cock deep into your mouth.

Your teeth feel as if they're retracted out of harm's way, and you let your dexterous appendage go to work, licking every single ridge, bump and crease you can find. This generates an honest moan from your master, a tad louder than it was when you were still locked together.

"Oh... Good pet... Keep going... Ah... Yesssss... So good..." He softly whispers into your ear, lust and love and absolute need dripping from every syllable. He puts his deliciously pre-slicked hand on the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock, the gooey wetness slowly dripping down your face. The taste of his member is heavenly and the feeling of pleasuring your master like this only makes you want it more. Your tongue slides over his member, touching everything you can, and you let your head get pushed down a bit further with every move.

Soon you can feel him poke against the back of your throat, and you take your own initiative. Instead of gliding down slowly, you push down fast and slide his cock past your gag reflex, deepthroating him all the way to the base. Down there you slide your tongue into the slit in his scales, generating a long lust laced hiss from your master, more pleasured than you have ever heard him make a sound.

"By the gods pet... Oh... That is amazing... Hnng.... I am close... Ahhhh... So very close..." You only need that to redouble your efforts. You lick, suck, even moan a bit around you master's amazing cock. You can feel the knot swelling and with a surprisingly sedated growl, he thrusts up into your mouth once, holds your head down and explodes.

His delicious cum flows out into your mouth, quickly overflowing, streams pouring down your lips even as you drink as much as you can. The taste is utterly divine. It is as if the gods of Mount Olympus blessed his balls with the ability to make ambrosia instead of seed, and you are drinking your full of this amazing white.

He tapers off sooner than you expected though and his last spurt comes too fast. Slowly, you pull off his member, making sure to clean it completely as you withdraw. You open your eyes for the first time since you closed your lips over his shaft and you see that most of his crotch is now painted a transparent white. Before your master can say anything however, your tongue darts over his nether regions cleaning it dutifully of his essence. When you're done, you look up at him, and all he does is motion for you to roll over onto your back. You do so gladly, wondering what he's got planned.

Your curiosity is quickly sated as his own tongue wraps around the base of your member. You growl out in surprise but that's quickly replaced with a moan as you look down and see your entire member swallowed by his mouth. You slip into his throat without him even being phased and soon his tongue slips out into your slit like you did with him.

The deliciousness of his warm and tight mouth is nothing compared to the lightning that causes. It's like the nerves of your manhood are all on fire and you're amazed you're not roaring in pure pleasure. He moves up again, the lightning dies down and you hiss out a breath you didn't know you were holding. His eyes lock on to yours again and you just can't help but lie there and let his mouth work it's draconic magic.

He slides up and down, up and down, up and down, his tongue touching every part of your member, slipping into the slit, letting you be shocked by pleasure before withdrawing and beginning the cycle all over again. He makes love to your cock with nothing but his mouth, and you hiss, moan and growl a million different tunes as he slips your member in and out, up and down, again and again. Soon however, too damn soon, you feel a knowing pressure build in your prostate and balls.

"Ah... Master... Please... Hmm... I'm almost there... Can I cum...? Please...?"

You ask him for permission. You know you have to ask him for permission. He is your master. He controls when you are allowed to cum. When you are making love, he decides everything for you. He is merciful however, as he wraps his hand around your member to let that do the work for a moment and tells you the lust heavy words you need to hear.

"Go ahead pet... Let me taste your pleasure... Cum out your essence for me..."

He slips his mouth back over your member, sucks three more times and even if you wanted to, you can't stop letting yourself go. String after string of hot cum splatters into his mouth, and you hiss with every shot. Your body shocks a few times, you can't help it, and you thrust once or twice into his mouth, as you let go of your seed.

Your master drinks but he can't hope to drink your seed fast enough. As with his own essence, yours overflows his mouth, hot droplets falling down onto your own body. But as you did, he drinks until your member is spent, spurts slowing down, until you fall off that plateau of ecstasy. He sucks your entire member clean one last time and uses his tongue to clean your crotch, making slight tingles shoot up your spine whenever he gets close to your member.

He doesn't swallow that last amount however and makes his way over your body, before you realize what he wants. You open your own mouth and as fast as you can, kiss him deeply. Your own flavor almost overwhelms your sense of taste but your tongues resume their battle for dominance once again. You both moan into each other, his body on top of yours, an embrace of dominance, but above all of love. You are his pet, but he loves you. He loves you so much. He must have been looking for someone like you for a very long time, you realize.

You swallow your taste and so does he. Once it's all gone, he lets go of the kiss and gets off you, letting you roll back to your feet. You look at him, already beginning to raise your tail, thinking he will want to mount you and breed your tailhole once more. But he closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"No pet, not today. We have had a bit of fun but I do not wish to claim you this time. To have tasted your wonderful flavor is enough for now. And your taste pet... It is as amazing as you look."

He looks at you lustfully again, before averting his eyes and walking to a different tunnel. Before he walks in however, you remember your mental note.

"Master... What is your name? I'd like to have something else to call you..."

He turns back, looking at you slightly surprised, before answering.

"Hmm... I will tell you my name when the time is right. To do so now would... Corrupt our bond, pet."

While you try to understand that answer, he begins to turn to the tunnel again before deciding to walk back a few steps and look you straight in the eyes.

"Pet, do not worry. I know you are wondering what will happen when you have to leave. I will go with you, either separate or together, all three of us... Yes, he is beginning to feel my influence, and his fortress is beginning to weaken. But I do not yet know if he will join us. I will not force him unless he leaves me no choice, which I hope so much will not happen... Until next time, little one... My gorgeous, beautiful, little pet."

He moves in close again, giving you a long, loving draconic kiss, before he turns one final time and walks off into the tunnel, it's darkness swallowing his obsidian scales rapidly. Once he's entirely gone, you shudder. He really loves you as much as you do him... But why you? He could've gotten someone sooner... The city is only an hour away. Ah well, questions for another time. Work needs doing now. You still need to set that up and you couldn't do so before having your fun.

You shift back, bones popping back into place, scales and claws retracting, fingers and toes splitting into five again. Somehow the process is feeling less... intrusive this time. More natural. You're getting used to it. You walk to the niche where you stored everything, get clothed, grab the sensor, set it down and get the program running. You check the time. You left the base camp more than two hours ago! Oh, you made love for so long... It's amazing how time flies when you're having fun. Then the radio chirps. You'll have to cook up an excuse for the lost time, fast...

***Morgan's POV***

You drink back the last drops of coffee left in your cup, finish that Sudoku puzzle you were working on and return to working. There's nothing unexpected about the mountain, a nice weathered sandwich of granite, basalt and other cooled lava rock types plus a top layer of different soils and stones.

Well, it's been a few hours since Richard left the camp... Time to check in on him. You grab the radio and push transmit three times. It's a bit before he replies, must've been working hard... Or checking out something interesting.

"Hey man."

"Hey! How's it coming along?"

He coughs a bit before continuing, must've had something in his throat after not talking for an hour or two.

"Pretty bad. The rock here's a different composition so I had to recalibrate the sensor. Cost me the better part of an hour. And it's partially bloody limestone, can you believe it?"

Ugh, limestone. That doesn't help the sensor. It's soft, for a rock, so it doesn't transmit the sound of the lava very well. Resolution goes down as a result, or the time takes to examine the area increases. It's a choice you have to make.

"So what did you do, faster scans or not?"

"Nah, we want good mapping for the area. Government wants to know about any potential resource layers, remember?"

True, that's why you're here on a freelance. Find the gold, the miners'll dig it up. And if there's nothing, you get to have a good cave exploration, seeing that it's a simple 'send the info if you have it' job. You're not even under contract. Limestone isn't great for that either though, as that's usually very young rock with barely anything worth digging out. Ah well, your visa is valid for next two weeks, so that's fine. They want info about this place, it's their paycheck.

Wait, limestone? This is a bloody extinct volcano, how the hell is there limestone around here!? It should be solid granite and basalt all the way through! Why would Richard lie to you... Unless he's found something interesting that he doesn't want to share. But why the hell wouldn't he share that? He's never acted like this before... Something happened the day before yesterday. He fell and hit his head or something. There's something wrong and you're going to find out what.

You grab his phone, looking through his diary. Nothing in there, he's not made an entry the entire week. But he doesn't do that too often anyway, so that was to be expected. Call log? Nothing out of the ordinary. Texts? No... You keep digging through his bag, common courtesy be damned, there's something wrong with your friend. No strange vials, boxes or jars, nothing.

Suddenly, at the bottom of the bag, you notice a slight shimmer. Reaching in, you pull out a small object, about the shape of a guitar pick if just a bit large for one. It's a glossy jet black with a practically invisible reddish-brown hue, almost looks like it's made from... obsidian? But it's not. It's not sharp along the edge like volcanic glass this thickness and shape should be and it has a bit of give instead of being as hard as a rock. But it's not plastic, it's too... natural feeling to be a artificial material... A scale? Can't be... There's not a reptile alive large enough to make something like this. Not that any reptile produces scales of this color to begin with... But then where did it come from?

Staring at the object, you look it all over and see if he's got more. Nothing special, other than the material and it's the only one. You sigh. Richard has something to explain and once he's back, he's not leaving this room before he does.