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This story is a gift commission for steel6666dragon (https://steel6666dragon.sofurry.com/). It may be considered as being the third in a series, starting with https://www.sofurry.com/view/675045 and https://www.sofurry.com/view/712853 respectively. Reading those first isn't required, but it will give you some back story.

"Steel!"

The dragon yawned and stretched his wings.

"What is it auntie!"

"I need you now!"

He rolled onto his back and yelled back, "You know, for an old dragon, you sure do need a lot of attention. Ever since you found out what you missed for all those decades, you think it's my job to help you catch up before you die. Well I'm tired!"

She stuck her head into the chamber that she had set aside for his personal use. "Look you lazy lizard, I don't need you to scratch any itches. I just got a summons to the council. They want my advice and from what I've heard about the problem, I'll be sending you to investigate."

He whipped around. "You mean I can get out of this hidey hole and do some flying?"

"We'll see. We'll find out what's going on first and then we'll see what I going to have you do."

The council chambers were no different from the last time he was there, when he had been reprimanded by his great aunt. His forced exile as a sex slave had been fun for the first few months, but her incessant need to be screwed was draining his resources. The old girl was a sex-crazed lovemaking machine. No one really knew what he was doing there in her cave, and he wasn't about to tell anyone. He had a reputation to protect. Of course, this was going to be his first appearance in public in forever. There were probably a lot of questions that polite dragons weren't going to be brave enough to ask.

He remained quiet and reserved; a feature that was immediately noticed by the elders. They didn't remark on it, but they apparently understood that his aunt had managed to tame his self-gratifying ways. He nodded his head, and they nodded back. Then they turned their attention to Sevelia.

"Oh greatest of dragons, can we have your sage advice and incomparable direction in a grave matter of the highest importance?"

"Oh do shove it you lot. Spit it out in as few words as you can possibly manage. I'm not getting any younger!"

The males looked like they had swallowed glacier water. "We have run afoul of a rogue dragon."

"Rogue dragon? So, then deal with him! What do you want me to do, spank him?" She leaned over to Steel. "Hmm, remind me to try that one on you. And then you can try it on me."

Turning back to the council, she awaited more details. There weren't many to be had.

"Oh great Sevelia, we have been attacked on our western border by this rogue dragon who will not answer to any summons. She disregards any missive and any attempts to bring her under control have been rebuffed."

Steel perked up, "She?"

"Yes. This dragon is not from any known family line and seems to think that she is above dragon law."

He was still dwelling on the she part. "So what has she done?"

"She has dared to attack hunting parties, driving them from their labors."

"That's odd. Everyone has to eat. I don't see how she can claim any one place as being her private hunting grounds. Dragons always work towards the common good."

Darveron, the new council head, looked at Steel and sniffed. "That's a rich statement coming from you."

"Yeah, I guess so. But you have to admit, it's more work trying to protect lands than just allowing everyone access to them."

"Our thoughts exactly."

"And you can't bring a single female dragon to justice?"

"We would if we could catch her. She taunts the fastest dragon from a league away. No one can come close to achieving her speed."

Steel looked at his great aunt. "So I see. I finally get to do something interesting for once."

"Shut up nephew, or I will double the amount of tasks I have had you doing before now."

He shut up.

She addressed the council. "I will put my grand nephew to the task of bringing this renegade dragon to justice. Since his speed is unmatched, and he is indestructible, I feel that if anyone can accomplish this mission, it will be him."

Her word was still the law around here and so there was no debate. He was given a description, though it hardly was necessary. He knew every member of the group from here to the Gorel Mountain to the north and to the lowland forests to the west. All he needed to see was someone he didn't recognize and he would be onto her. He licked his lips, Oh yeah, he'd be on her!

It turned out not to be as easy as that. He flew to the regions where she had been seen. It was, somewhat surprisingly, near the lands inhabited by men. He flew high, observing the settlements below. None of them seemed to be on guard, which was unusual. Whenever a dragon was in the area, the men had archers and warriors on the ready. From the looks of it, they were carrying on like nothing untoward was going on in their lives.

It took several days of searching before he succeeded in flushing her out. Then it only happened when he got hungry. He spied some cattle which had wandered fairly far away from one of the villages. He picked one out of the herd and dived from ten thousand feet. At around a thousand feet, he was hit from behind by a force moving like a meteor.

He tucked and rolled, slashing out with his talons. He missed, but he did get a good look at his attacker. It was a dragon all right, nearly of his size, and colored chalk-white, with tinted scales bearing edges the spectrum of the rainbow. She launched upwards and within seconds was gone. He took off after her, but upon reaching the cloud layer, lost her trail.

He wasn't stupid. He reoriented on the cattle and dived. This time he kept he ears trained behind him, and when the swoosh of air reached them he dodged to the side and braked in the air. She shot past him and continued diving towards the ground. She wasn't stupid either. To immediately engage him in battle would have been foolish. She needed to size him up.

She ripped over a ridge of granite, disappearing into a nearby valley. He followed within a heartbeat, but as he passed over the same ridge, the valley below was empty. He searched back and forth, but there was no flyer for miles, not even a bird.

He back-pedaled until he was hovering over the edge of the mountain. She wasn't there either. No dragon was faster than he was and she was gone. But he already had figured out the rules to the game. Whenever he tried to hunt, she would thwart him. So he had her trigger point; all he needed to do was trip it.

What he needed was a trap. That she was wily was obvious. And she was likely pretty familiar with the region, more so than he was. He needed to get her off guard and vulnerable. He came up with a plan so simple it was almost idiotic. Since it seemed to him that she could match his speed, what he needed to do was to go slow.

He landed by a wood and clawed his way inside. It was close, but he dropped low and tucked his wings. He wiggled his way until the trees opened up and the canopy allowed him more room. He then maneuvered towards the meadow where the cattle were. Either she didn't see him, or she was waiting to pounce. He dropped down by a huge log and rested his neck along it. Cows weren't stupid but he hoped they were so used to fires at the human settlement that his odor wouldn't alarm them. Normally it didn't matter. Striking at a hundred miles an hour didn't leave much time for a warning.

He watched and salivated as a huge bull wandered his way. He waited patiently until it was within reach. It never knew what hit it. Steel's neck snaked out and in the next instant he had bitten through its throat. It kicked and screamed for only a second before collapsing to the ground.

In the next instant the female dragon was hovering over the grass. Her wings were gossamer sails and her tail was a flexible pale arrow that swished in agitation. She searched the sky, snaking her head to and fro frantically. She made the mistake of assuming he was still on wing. So when she turned in the air, doing a pirouette in her search for him, he launched himself out of the trees and landed on her, his already bloodied teeth clamping down on her neck.

They dropped out of the air to the ground. She lashed out with her claws, but his harden scales hardly sparked from her softer talons. He didn't want to hurt her, but it was obvious she wasn't going to take his ambush lying down. She whirled and turned, breaking free and vanishing into the sky. He followed her and was getting close when she folded her wings and plummeted past him. By the time he corrected and followed her, she was gone. The only thing he saw in the meadow below was his meal and a villager.

When he got to them, the bull was standing on its feet, seemingly healed of its wounds. Impossible! The villager, a mere slip of a human woman, was standing protectively in front of the animal. The audacity! The bull was more of a match for him than she was, and yet still she stood her ground.

He kept his eyes on the sky. This might be a trick to throw him off guard. He sniffed at the female in preparation for using her as an appetizer before his meal of beef. He sniffed and sneezed. Smoke and flame roiled out. Oh well, so his meal would be cooked...

She was still standing there, completely unharmed. He shook his head to clear the confusion. No human could withstand a blast of dragon fire! Well, a mage or wizard could. But a female with magic? Impossible!

He knew he was wasting his breath, but he growled at her. "Go away you little pest!"

"Pest! I'm not the one stealing food from humans!"

That brought him up short. "What are you little morsel? No human can speak the words of the wisest of creatures!"

"Wisest? I hope you're not including yourself in that. You can't even catch and hold another dragon for very long!"

"Oh ho! So you know something about this errant female. I have been tasked to capture her and bring her to justice."

The little female human sat down on the ground, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. "Justice? Whose justice? Dragon justice?"

"What other justice is there?"

"Human justice. Wolf Justice. Bear Justice. Everyone has their own rules. So I think that the only real law is the one of she who is strongest and fastest makes the rules."

"So you know this dragon well I take it."

"You might say that."

"Then give her a message for me. Tell her when I catch her again I will not be so lenient. I will only be played the fool once."

"Only once? I think not. I'd say you can be played the fool many times over."

He reared up. "You impudent little bitch. I'll crush you!"

He dropped his chest down on top of her, only to be deflected by the body of the white dragon. She bit his wing and launched into the air. He was so startled that he sat there for a second, looking for the human. Apparently his foe had grabbed his morsel right out from under him and was now speeding off to eat it in peace. He flew up, sending branches and leaves to scatter on the ground.

This time he kept his eyes on her. Already she was far away, but he never blinked. He kicked it into overdrive and was soon overtaking her. After a few minutes he was on her tail. Again she back braked, forcing him to pass by. He did a head over heels and resumed the chase.

She flew down into a valley, splitting the clouds with her wings. She cruised along until she got to a point along a drop off. Once she reached it, she stopped again, and as he passed the updraft took him up several hundred feet. He could hear her booming laughter echoing around the valley.

He was getting pretty upset. No one made a fool of him. No matter what he did, she seemed to be able to do it better. Then he remembered his aunt. She had taught him patience. So he returned to the meadow. The human girl was back. He shook his head. "You again."

"You should say "you still?"

"What?"

"You're not very smart are you?"

"I guess not. So enlighten me."

"Why are you here?"

"I told you."

"So you did. Let me ask you another question."

"Fine. What?"

"What gives you the right to steal from and kill humans?"

"Because we are dragons!"

"That's no excuse. Go find some deer or elk or moose or boar. There are still plenty to be had."

"We eat what we want!"

"I'd suggest you get over that. Because I'll not let you bring any harm to this valley and its residents."

He stopped arguing. There was something wrong with the situation. When there was a human, there was no dragon. And when the dragon was there, he lost sight of the human. Some wizard's trick no doubt. He looked over her person. If she had a staff, it was small or well hidden. But he saw no wand, nor orb of power. All he saw was her, standing alone and defiant. .

Her dress was bleached deerskin covered in painted fish scales. She smelled of ash and fire. Her eyes were blue, like the far off oceans. Her skin complimented her dress, for she was as pale as the sand on the beach. Overall, she didn't fit the mold for the normal humans hereabout.

He sniffed her again. He sneezed. He sniffed again. This time his violent outburst of breath carried with it flame. She didn't seem to notice.

"What are you?" Steel had never been so perplexed in his life. Humans always turned to a crisp!

"Let's start with you! For example I know that you are a fool."

"OK. So I'm a fool. What does that make you?"

She did a courtesy. "It makes me better than you, because I'm not a fool."

He grabbed her, but in the next instant his grip was wrenched open by the mass of the white dragon. "Look fool, the human girl can turn into a dragon. Can you turn into a little human?"

With that she shot off into the sky. He didn't even bother following her. He was too stunned. No mage could turn themselves into a dragon. Only a; no wait; were-dragons were a myth. They were legend. And if they all looked liked her they were beautiful!

He sat and waited. He knew better than to play her game. When she came around again, he was sitting back against his tail.

"Why didn't you chase me?'" she whined.

"Because I do not wish to be more of a fool than you already believe I am."

"Oh, you take half the fun out of it."

"I might be able to put some of it back in!"

"Really? How?'

He winked at her. "Not how, but where!"

The scales on her cheeks turned pink. "Now you're just being naughty!"

"It's what I do best!"

"What happened to the whole "dragon justice" routine you were giving me earlier?'

"Let them eat deer, and elk and moose and boar."

"So if I play your game, you'll leave this place alone?"

"I'll do my best to see that it's done. Of course I may have to make the occasional trip back to see how you are fairing."

"You damn well better!"

She rolled on the ground, suddenly playful. He was so taken in by her beauty that he sat down and watched her for a while. She finally sat up on her front feet and batted her eyelashes at him. "Is that all you're good for?"

"No. But I was enjoying the show. You are unlike anything I have seen before."

"I hope so. I wouldn't want to be considered average. I made the dress for just such for an occasion as this. A girl doesn't meet a handsome dragon every day."

"Dress? You mean your clothing determines your dragon appearance?"

"Sure. I don't look so good naked. As a dragon I look like a giant pale bat."

"I don't know. Sounds sort of interesting to me."

"Why you kinky little flying lizard you. I may just have to let you try it then."

"Now?" He sounded hopeful.

"No! Save something for the imagination you overly enthusiastic reptile. You take me as I am or go home!"

He thought of his aunt. He looked at the were-dragon. His aunt could break a stalactite from the ceiling of her cave and get off using that for a while. No one put a time limit on his mission. Who's to say how long he might be tracking this dragoness down?

"Oh my dear, I have more imagination that you can possible believe. Shall I show you?"

She yawned. "I'm growing tired of your words. If you want to keep this girl's attention, you need to provide action."

She was saucy! He pounced on her, grabbing her neck in his jaws. He could feel her respond as he worked his way into a good thrusting position. Her scales were not as tough as his, and he had to wonder what other exotic forms she might be able to assume. He was going to have to be careful not to hurt this one. She might be an oddity, and therefore not a true dragon, but hell, she was something new and wonderful and for the moment, she was all his.

He changed his grip on her neck, holding her in a mating stance. Her body twisted to meet his and he felt his cock slide out and grow to its full length. He swore that anymore it was a good foot shorter, having had it worn down by the attentions of his great ant. But now it felt like it was back to normal; long, red, hot and hard.

This female wiggled and pressed herself against him, driving him insane. Sevelia was demanding, but this female was just plain willing. It was a bit like his days before his captivity; so many willing females and so little time. It was nice to be back doing what he did best.

He slipped inside her, making her grunt and causing her to blow smoke rings and fire out the corners of her mouth. He hooked his talons onto her and pushed until scales met scales. Then he forcibly knotted up inside her. He didn't want her changing her mind, not now.

She gasped as his flesh filled her up. "By the gods above, where did you get that thing?'

He chuckled. "It's a family heirloom. Everyone wants a piece of it. Even my great aunt!"

She dug her front talons into the earth. "I can see why!" She wrapped her tail with his until they were intertwined like snakes. He had a snake of another sort wedged up inside her, and she was spewing smoke like a newly woken volcano as he drove his cock deep inside her.

When she could manage it, she tried to talk. "So what's your name?"

"Stilkur. It means Steel, as in the metal."

"I know silly."

"What's yours?"

"Talmynd!"

He stopped for a moment. "How is it you came by a dragon name?"

"Because whether you like it or not, I'm at least half dragon."

"Which half?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I mean, was your mother a dragon or was your father?"

"My father."

"Do you know his name?"

"No"

All the while Steel was driving into her like a drowning man grasps at a life line. Sex with his aunt had become a chore, and now that he was in control again, if felt very, very good.

He quit asking questions. There were few dragons small enough to be capable of mating with a human. Any dragon caught doing it was by law put to the death. Screwing around with a cow or a horse was acceptable, as long as you ate it afterwards. Then there were no chances of it producing a half breed. Oh it happened on occasion, and then there was hell to pay. So this were-dragon, or were-human, was a rarity indeed. And he intended to keep her a secret. He didn't know who her father might be, but he thanked the stars above that she existed.

He quit thinking and enjoyed her tight hole. He was pretty sure no other dragon had been there, and even if she had played around in her human self with other humans, none of them had likely filled her up as he did. When you went Steel, it was the real deal!

They remained stuck together for hours, and managed to flatten several trees and smash a few boulders in their amorous activity. Neither one seemed to notice their wanton destruction of the landscape. Steel was so engorged that his cock began to hurt. He had spent so much time learning to please his aunt that he had almost forgotten how to relax and enjoy himself.

Talmynd didn't mind one bit. As he had guessed, this was her first time as a dragon. She had tried to coerce a bull or two, but they were deathly afraid of her dragon form. So now that she had the chance to exercise her body as nature intended, she was more than happy to be locked up for however long this might take.

Steel worked her over until he couldn't hold back any longer. His knot was stretching her so tightly that the scales surrounding the edge of her cunt were flared and digging into him. He was impervious to damage, but not to pain and discomfort. With a roar he cut loose, pounding her so solidly that all four of her feet ended up being driven several inches into the ground.

Their tails were rubbing together, setting off sparks and lighting the dry grass aflame. As if their passion wasn't hot enough, they were now in the midst of a small fire. She stiffened up as he released, and bellowing like all the demons of hell, she joined in his explosive release of pleasure. The valley echoed with their cries and groans.

When he was finally able to remove himself from inside her, she fell to the ground, remaining as a dragon. "What's the matter? I thought maybe you'd change back," he remarked.

"If I change back now, a flood of dragon juice with get squeezed out. I don't think I could handle that right at the moment. So you're stuck with the dragon me for the moment."

"Is that all? Only a moment? I was hoping at least for a couple of years."

"We'll see. If you're a good boy, maybe we can arrange something. Just make sure you hold up your part of the bargain, And I'll hold up mine."

"I promise to keep the rest of the dragons from this area. But what's your part?"

"Silly boy. My tail of course!"