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Chapter 1

Dragons are mythical beasts possessed by extremely powerful demons who were either summoned into this realm by a shaman and killed him to get loose, or worse were strong enough to break through the veil of their own power. Technically dragons were a common southern reptile that were sometimes possessed by a demon. This let them live longer eating and growing while sometimes developing some simple forms of magic. The size the dragon is able to grow to is directly related to the power of the demon within it. There have been recorded cases where extremely powerful dragons would change in appearance to look less reptilian and more demonic, becoming black, and gaining the power to breathe fire, and in the rarest cases the ability to fly. While almost all dragons grow wings, they are far too heavy to fly once they grow larger than a horse. Unless their demon is of a rarer variety and possess magical affinity.

One such fire breathing dragon attacks a village in the dead of night, during a certain boy's rite of passage. Which in that village, is to summon a tiny demon and bind it to the summoner's as a tiny servant or more likely at that age, a pet. During the point of no return in the ritual, the point in the spell where you must complete the spell lest it consumes your soul, and feeds it to the demon being summoned. As the story is told in legends written much later, the dragon destroys the village and slaughters all of the people there. It circles the village burning anyone who comes out to fight, and lighting the huts on fire as it does so. The shamans hut is its last target. It rips open the roof of the hut exposing everyone inside and then promptly devouring everyone inside. Save for the boy performing the ritual. This boy is now caught in a situation where everyone has been killed around him yet, if he moves he dies anyway. Alone and without the guidance of the other shamans to tell him what to do next he simply stands there while pouring his magic into this spell. After seeing everyone slaughtered and finding himself staring at a large, black, dragon in its red eye he closes his eyes and focuses on the magic, he gives his entire soul to the magic which causes the purple fire in the summoning circle to grow slowly brighter and stronger. After the dragon's cinematic rampage it watches him and waits for him to either run or fight. It lays down in the rubble of the hut and sniffs the boy's hair, wondering why he doesn't move, long ago having forgot its demonic origins from a similar summoning circle. The dragon snorts hot breath on the boy, and when it sees no fearful response or any response at all, it opens its jaws to bite the child summoner in half, but at that very last moment the summoning circle lets out a brilliant blast of magic, bright as a flash of lightning, energy arcs everywhere, and everything slows down until Everything is stopped, the flames in mid flicker, debris in mid-air, the dragon's jaws stopped as they close around the boy. Tendrils of magic reach out from the explosion of magic fire on the summoning circle, they are the only things moving, and they etch symbols of power all over the dragon from all angles. The tendrils draw the symbols of summoning circle on the dragon's midsection where it would have a womb, if it were human. As the brilliant light fades, time returns to the regular flow. The boy is none the wiser of what just happened and the dragon is very nervous, no human has had any sort of power even remotely capable of harming it for centuries, while this boy didn't harm it per se, it feels as if he could have if he intended to. No northern magic has ever been this powerful that the dragon remembers encountering. The dragon it thought itself invincible this far north, until now.

The dragon tries to wipe off the symbols drawn all over its body but they have etched into the scales and appear to be there to stay, at least so long as the scales last. Next the dragon turns its attention to this little human boy. Anger and frustration fill the dragons head and repugnance starts to replace caution. The dragon begins to circle the boy until it is behind him where it inches closer strangely resembling a cat the way it moves. This mighty mountain of flesh and scales weighing many thousands of pounds is surprisingly quiet as little more than the soft crunch of snow is heard as the dragon creeps closer. The dragon finally decides to touch the human, and gracelessly pushes him over with its right hand-like front claw. After seeing the boy just lay there face down for a few seconds, the dragon lets out a snort of disappointment and raises its massive claw to smash the boy. But by some powerful magic, some internal force, makes it so that the dragon can't bring hurt upon the boy. And stranger still the dragon is beginning to feel a warmth in its chest, an unfamiliar feeling that is an emotion, not a physical sense. Compassion? That must be what it is. The dragon can't fathom why it would feel that for the boy, but it does. The boy seems to be causing the dragon to feel a more human capacity for emotion, perhaps through these odd symbols painted all over itself? This current state of mind is beginning become strangely understandable to the dragon as it sits and thinks about what it feels, something dragons have never been known to do.

A new sensation washes over the dragon. It begins to feel a soft warm pressure in its belly, strange but not unpleasant. A tingling feeling sparkles through the dragon's hindquarters especially strong in between its hind legs... it hasn't experienced this particular tingle since the early days, back before it was truly a dragon. Back when it's freshly possessed Fau'Dragon body still had strong instincts and sensations of the flesh. As the warmth and pressure builds so does the dragon's strange feeling of tingles and an odd desire to hump something. The dragons sits down to inspect itself where the problem is the worst, much to its surprise the symbol over its belly is slowly pulsing a faint warm purple, and its belly is noticeably rounder. When the dragon touches the symbol with a clawed hand it lights up, then a wave of pleasure washes over the dragon, like the feeling of making a challenging kill, only better somehow. The dragon loses its awareness of time for a moment only to realize a few seconds later its hand has moved down to its... what's this? In between its hind legs there is a slit with soft puffy lips that gape slightly and dribble something wet and slimy. When the dragon removes its hand from the tender, throbbing, warm and slippery gash its amazed to see what it thinks is clear blood all over its hand. It's amazed by the feeling of touching this strange hole and finds itself playing with it every time its mind wanders. Then the dragon is worried by the growing puddle of the slimy clear stuff pooling under ... herself. She must start thinking of herself as a 'she' now. A strange concept, how can this be? Dragons have no gender, nor do they reproduce! This is unheard of, just who is this human?! The dragon thinks to herself as she lifts her sensitive rump out of the puddle of femjuice and rubble. She staggers a bit as her now heavy belly weighs her down a bit, she snorts and ignores it. She turns her attention to the human boy who is now sitting cross legged at the dead elder shaman's side, attempting to heal the long dead upper half of a body. Blood runs down his face from his eyes, as he has used far more magic than should be possible, the corpse has actually healed over the wound but its hips and below are missing, even if he did close the wounds too much is gone and the elder was dead before he started. He seems completely unaware of that however, or simply doesn't care in his grief. The dragon shuffles over, dripping globs of slime occasionally from her swollen and fully aroused lady hole. The dragon shakes a rear leg to get some of the rubble off that is sticking to her from the slime, but the feeling of her belly sloshing and the friction of her tender bits stimulates her too much and causes her to be overcome by a really good feeling and her hind legs to go limp. Her tender rump crashes down with a wet thud and gushes its juice a good 3 feet. She pants as she tries to shake off this mind melting feeling that just keeps getting worse and worse. After laying still and watching what the boy is doing, the dragon grunts, and much gentler this time, nudges him with a claw.

The boy's focus is disrupted by being shoved roughly, which causes his spell dissolve, and massive fatigue washes over his whole body from the backlash of using so much magic. After gasping for a moment, he looks over his shoulder at the dragon who is panting almost as hard as he is. His face is stained with tears, blood, and dirt. He glares up at the dragon in complete rebellion, with eyes filled with rage and tears. The dragon tilts its head to the side as this display of emotion actually makes her feel bad about what she did. The boy stands up, dusts himself off, and stands as bravely as he can to face the dragon. He wipes his face, sniffles once, and appears to be fully resolved for whatever comes next. His fists clenched at his sides. He looks right into the amused dragons eyes, and despite herself, the dragon starts to marvel at his gall. The boy starts to admire her against his will as he sees her brilliant shiny obsidian-like scales that cover dark purple skin, which is visible most pronouncedly on her wings, but also at her joints and her hands, feet, lips, eyelids, butthole, and her huge oozing vagina. He walks around her as his rage is replaced with wonder and awe, and a fascination with her rear end which he manages to hide pretty well.

'ENOUGH!' he mentally shouts to himself as he completes his walk around her, and his eyes snap back to hers. 'This dragon killed his family, his teachers, and the elder! It must pay.' And so, without knowing how to do even the first thing against a dragon, this child bravely walks up to her, he is surprised she doesn't make any move of aggression as he gets close to her, aside from tilting her head curiously to watch him. He punches his right hand onto the center of the symbol on her now bloated, very pregnant looking belly as hard as he can. A rippling shock-wave rolls across the dragon's belly and her eyes go wide with shock as a powerful wave of every type of sensation crashes through her entire body, arousal, stretching, a sense of her belly's impending popping, tickling, aching, and then relief as hot liquid gushes from her new favorite body part, she roars, staggers backwards on two legs, holds her belly in her hands and geysers liquid all over as her body tries to purge the liquid from her belly, and falls backwards crushing what's left of the shamans primitive hut. She lays there, tingling all over like her whole body fell asleep and is prickling and tingling as it comes awake again. She can't move a muscle and just lays there gushing. Her vagina sprays cum into the other liquid that is constantly pouring out of her all over her tail and legs, over and over, until her cum reservoir runs completely empty and yet her orgasms continue. Her eyes roll upward lids half closed. She finds herself wishing this feeling could go on forever. But it slowly recedes as does the flow of liquid coming from her tender new hole, and she starts to wake up. In this state of slowly waking up some time passes and her belly has been slowly growing outward.

When she opens her eyes again the first thing she sees is the boy, looking very focused and serious as he stares at the glowing symbols on her belly. Calmly and with surprising authority, he says. "My name is Jacob Snow. And from this day on, you are my dragon. I give you the name Onyxia, Submit to me now and forever, or I will leave you to your fate." Onyxia's eyes grow wide in surprise. Never in her many years did she ever dream of hearing words such as those spoken to her, and never would she have ever even remotely considered obeying them, until today. Onyxia stands as best she can with her belly now bloated to the point that her front claws don't touch the ground. After a bit of struggling she manages to stand on her hind legs, but before she can do whatever it was that she was trying to, she falls over backwards. Jacob Snow walks over and squats in front of her and looks down at her face as he stands in front of her, and places his hand on her chin. His touch is warm and makes her feel calm, and causes her to burble more slime from her engorged vagina than she was a moment ago for some reason. And then she feels the bond, a shaman ritual of peaceful linking, the kindest form of soul link known to the demon world and the world of men but also the least useful for asserting control over a freshly summoned, or wild demon. It's impossible to use on a hostile demon. But placed on a demon who you have befriended, it is the warmest, softest, kindest, and most durable magic bond that can be used to connect two souls. A warm, and pleasant connection forms. Then Onyxia realizes what the incredibly arousing mysterious power Jacob had used on her was: Simple raw magic power in such a massive quantity that she mistook it for some strange and powerful spell. This is no ordinary human. Jacob Snow, whoever he is, is a very interesting human. Onyxia smiles to herself and thinks 'I wonder what sort of adventures we could have if I play along?'

Jacob leaves the distracted gushing dragon to go look for his hunting clothes and travel bag. He sees corpses charred beyond the point of recognition, and grits his teeth as he steels himself, 'I will not cry...' he tells himself over and over. He finds his things, they are a little singed, but otherwise in good condition. Then he grabs some dried fish and bread and stuffs the in his bag. Then he returns to the dragon who is just standing up, and says "Ok, let's go." And they walk out of the destroyed village.