Untitled - Part 1 - Aurinieth
_Author's Note: Part 1 of a short story series: I originally wrote this piece when I was 14 years old. Very recently, while looking for something completely unrelated, I stumbled across it. Re-reading it, some elements of the plot still intrigued me, so with the benefit of another 14 years' experience, I decided to edit it and share. This has ended up being an almost complete re-script of the whole piece - but I still love the idea. _
Not suitable for minors, or people who find the concept of sex between a mythical creature and a human girl distasteful. Everything is reasonably soft, but it also contains references to death, assisted suicide, reincarnation and transformation. It's not as dark as that sounds, though...
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Untitled - although I'm taking suggestions.
Part 1. Aurinieth.
Everyone has dreams, and nightmares. I was no different. A young middle-class girl living on the edge of an otherwise self-centred and arrogant society, I had long dreamed of the day I could change the world, open humanity's collective eyes to the stupidity of the flock, to the mindless exploitation of the world and each other, in the name of personal gain and profit. I'm sure a lot of people have that dream. I know of a number of famous scientists and sociologists who once idolised that vision, a utopian future. Then greed, corruption and the general plague-like disease of capitalism either beat them into submission or took hold in them, and history remembers not their early lives, their dreams and aspirations, but the horrific deeds committed by them directly or otherwise in their later lives as despots, villains and enemies of the state.
Pondering this as I often did, despairing for such a future, I retreated one evening to the solitude of the open grassland a mile or so from my parents' home. With me I took a small bottle of sleeping pills. Young and overly impressionable, with an already mind-blowingly pessimistic world view thanks to the efforts of mass media, and of the people around me constantly hammering it into me that it was my responsibility and somehow mine alone to make a difference, I had resolved that the only way to prevent this...this overload, was to end it. Start again in a new body, at a new time, in a new world.
My one claim to individuality, and there it was - a belief in reincarnation. I'd studied it, read about it, and formulated my own system of beliefs based on what I'd discovered and rationalised. I sat and stared at the starry sky as I lay back in the long grass, idly stroking the small glass bottle. I was there for perhaps a few hours, before I suddenly was jolted back to consciousness. I had obviously fallen asleep, but what had woken me? The night was still and clear, and surprisingly bright due to a full moon. It seemed somehow closer this night, taking up more of the starlit heavens than it rightfully should.
The soft sound of the wind rushing through the dry grass came from behind me, and I thought nothing of it for a moment. Then I realised; there was no wind that night, and the trees were static black silhouettes against the deep purple of the night sky. I sat up and looked around behind me, my overactive imagination conjuring a number of horrendous monsters I might see sneaking up behind me. There was nothing there. Dismissing such thoughts, I went back to contemplating the end of my life. I looked out across the fields and my thumb flipped the lid from the bottle in my hand with a quiet pop.
"Don't do it," came a deep, quiet voice over my shoulder.
I started, and scrambled to my feet, the pills flying everywhere and becoming irretrievably lost in the grass. My heart hammered.
"Don't panic, either," came the voice after a second. It seemed somewhat amused at my reaction.
"Wh...who is it?" I stammered.
"I...can't tell you my name yet, but know I am not someone you would expect to see. I am not of this world, you might say."
"What? Where are you?"
"You're looking right at me."
There came a short period of silence, then a sigh and a flash of light. Everything was made suddenly bright, and I saw a small, glowing sphere sitting in the dry grass a few metres in front of me. The light glinted in a pair of eyes watching me from a short distance away. Whoever - or whatever - it was stepped forward, and I almost choked.
Scales as black as the night, glistening with a slick, oily light almost of their own. Massive furled wings mounted on sturdy, heavily-muscled shoulder joints dominated the scene. Long, sparkling talons, protruding from large, three-fingered paws. I was dumbfounded. This creature, black as night, matched every description I'd ever read of a dragon. A mythical beast! It was something I'd never thought possible, even in my wildest dreams. Two long, gracefully curving horns grew from the dragon's head. It was...beautiful. I couldn't deny it. The way it lowered its face to regard the glowing sphere on the ground, that look in its eyes...there was something about the dragon which I found unnervingly sensual, something I was completely unprepared for. Just the way it swished its tail back and forth through the dry grass sent warm tingles up and down my spine. Slowly I approached, and knelt before the dragon, bringing myself eye to eye with it. Carefully, I extended a shaking hand and stroked the smooth, glossy scales of its face.
The dragon smiled and met my gaze.
"Yes, I'm quite real. Do you think you can change your mind about ending your life?"
"You...you can read my thoughts?"
"To an extent. It's more that I'm able to read your emotions. Like...I know you find me and my kind...attractive."
I withdrew my hand and stared furiously at the ground, thoroughly embarrassed.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," the dragon reassured me, dropping to the ground before me. It crossed its forepaws in front of it and shuffled its wings a little, tilting its head adorably as it looked up at me.
"If you'll pardon me asking...I...I can't tell if you're male or..."
"Or female? No, I'm male."
"So...why did you come here? Where did you come from?" I asked.
"Well...I suppose I'd better cut to the chase. Every so often we dragons need some new genes in our race otherwise we'd have a huge inbreeding problem, since the dragon population has never been higher than thirty or so for the last few hundred years. I'm one of the youngest in the group, and two elders have died in the last year. I'm here to...scout, I suppose, for souls who may be interested in joining us. People who live slightly apart from human society as a whole, who maybe feel they will never fit into such a self-serving system. I...we...can reincarnate human souls into dragon bodies."
"Wow."
"I assume you want to come. Why would you be considering suicide if you were happy here, am I right?"
Somehow, my brain caught up with events and I slouched back onto the ground, staring at the dragon. He was not large, his head would have only been chest height had I been standing - then again, he was on all fours.
"Well I...certainly fit your criteria. If I die here I'll only be reincarnated human again, and history proves that, fuck, we never change," I shook my head and grimaced. "Um...if I agree, how does this...work?"
"Well, your human body must perish, so there are no discrepancies and to release your soul. Your soul will depart your body - your own thoughts of that process is quite accurate, given humanity's obsession with monotheistic faiths. Anyway... then I'll take your soul and leave your human body here. When we get home, I'll get you a dragon body, and you will start fresh. I can even preserve your memories and knowledge, so you won't have to start completely fresh. You'll effectively be reborn into a dragon's body...kinda like me," he smiled.
"And that's it? So...what, do you have a shop where people routinely buy dragon bodies for their spare souls or something?" I asked, almost indignantly, looking him over subtly. He was undeniably the most beautiful creature I'd seen in my short life. And, being 17, that beauty kindled arousal in me, not entirely against my wishes.
"A...shop? Gods no. We will simply...build you one. I understand it's a lot for someone inherently literal-minded to absorb at once, but the very fact I am here, physically, with you, and yet no human has ever set foot in dragon territory, should tell you something of our skills with the arcane arts. We do actually live on this same world with you humans, believe it or not. We are just exceedingly good at hiding ourselves with some time-distortion tricks."
I simply stared at him, dumbfounded.
"So uh..." he continued regardless. "On a very basic level, we will simply rearrange some matter into a beautiful dragon body for you, and then your soul will bring it to life! Very...Frankenstein?"
I suppressed a laugh at that. "Hopefully I'll be a BIT prettier than Frankenstein's monster."
"You already are, darling," he replied instantly, without blinking.
Smooth. Sort of.
"So...that's it? I just...die?" I said in a very small voice.
He glanced sharply up into my eyes and stood, stepping protectively towards me, his long, sinuous neck curling around a little so his chin rested on my shoulder.
"I...well...you are right. I'd never thought of it so candidly. Think of it as rebirth, not death. And...there is something...just a small issue of us 'bonding', I suppose you could call it - something to actively engage your soul with mine, to create a familiarity and a link between us. Otherwise I have nothing with which to hold onto your soul on the journey. I uhm...we can..." His wings shuffled nervously and he gesticulated lamely with a forepaw.
I looked into his eyes, confused for a moment. Slowly the realisation of what he was trying to avoid suggesting dawned on me, and I smirked.
"You mean, you need to have something intense, deep and intimate to create a bond between our souls. Meaning...we need to...do some fun stuff?" I smirked. His embarrassment was just so adorable!
The realisation in him that I wanted this, had always wanted this, seemed to break down some significant barriers in his approach.
"Uh...yes, but I mean, mating is not essential. We can always do a blood-to-blood bonding, or a meditative ritual bonding, but that takes days, or..."
I cut him off with a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering in close to him and letting my breath caress his warm, leathery scales.
"You know, I have always had a...strong interest, for mythical creatures," I murmured.
He quirked an eyeridge and stared at me with a broad grin across his slender muzzle "Oh, mythical, am I?" He growled playfully and pushed me back, butting his horned head against my abdomen.
I grunted and ended up on my butt in the grass, looking up at this glistening, black creature. I shivered in anticipation. "So uhm...I can't help but...uh...how are you...equipped? Like a mammal?" it was my turn to gesticulate lamely for want of anything more descriptive.
"I am a mammal," he grinned.
With all thoughts of modesty fading rapidly in the face of growing arousal, I unfastened my thin nightgown and threw it away, leaving me naked but for my flowery boyshorts. The dragon looked up and down my body, a gentle rumble emitting from his throat.
Finding myself lewdly drawn to his warm-bloodedness and obvious physical attraction, my eyes were invariably drawn along the subtle curves of his flank towards his hindquarters, my adolescent mind going through the motions of imagining what...it...was like.
His back feet were bigger than his forepaws, and the huge muscles on his thighs suggested they were the main weight-bearers. Soft webs of skin joined his thighs to his body, and from closer up I noticed the significant bulge of his testes nestled between those thighs, and his sheath before them. A few minutes of awkward observation passed, during which time I simply knelt alongside him, stroking his muscular flank.
He coughed gently, and I tore my gaze from his groin to look up at him, blushing deeply.
"You're allowed to touch, you know," he said with a sly grin on his muzzle. He exuded confidence, as though he did this all the time.
Tentatively, I stroked a hand along his smooth underbelly, noting the warmth of his leathery hide as I approached my target. Gently I gripped his sheath on my palm and started to massage it, feeling my arousal spike, my heart beating faster as I felt my groin throb, slickness coating my lips and soaking through my cotton underwear. The dragon's penis responded instantly to my touch, hardening inside him, swelling his sheath in my hand, until the soft, leathery skin suddenly folded apart to reveal the glistening pink tip of his shaft. His scent, which I somehow had only just noticed, pervaded my every sense, intense, warm and - although decidedly alien - undeniably male. My face mere inches from his swollen sheath, I played with him as his penis grew steadily longer, stiffening as the shaft slowly slid out of his sheath.
Eventually, the dragon's organ stopped growing. I stared at it with teenage lust. It was a good seven inches long, and slightly curved up towards his belly.
With a low growl of pleasure he flexed it, making his length twitch in the cool night air. Subconsciously I touched myself, and as if a barrier had been broken, any sense of awkwardness seemed to dissolve between us. My fingers massaged my swollen, wet sex through my panties, making my breath catch in my throat. He turned and watched, and growled lustfully.
He reared back, and straddled me, using his tail for balance. His penis pressed lewdly into my exposed breasts, and I responded by squeezing them together around his length, feeling slickness soaking my soft skin. He knew I wanted this badly.
I gripped his penis in one hand and rubbed his tip all over my chest, a mess of slick precum soaking my skin. After a couple of moments of awkward, fumbling exploration, I knelt up before him, my sex dripping wet, and the tip of his erection in my mouth. His shaft was bright pink, slightly darker now that it was fully stiff, the head of his shaft less defined than on a human penis - or so I gathered, from the few photos I'd seen on the internet. His head was covered by a soft, loose foreskin, which seemed to provide him with a lot of enjoyment. I massaged the wet, puckered tip of his skin with my tongue, and ran my fingers up and down his tapered, throbbing organ, sucking slightly on it as he held my head and rocked his hips slightly, rubbing his tip against my tongue, his loose foreskin sliding back and forth slightly with our movements. I squeezed the soft strip of flesh along the back of his shaft with my thumb, and ran it towards my mouth. Precum flowed into his foreskin, before overflowing into my mouth, coating my tongue with salty dragon warmth.
I let his long, slick rod slide from my mouth to catch my breath, unable to leave myself alone, a finger firmly rubbing my clitoris through my cotton underwear.
He dropped to all fours before me, and before I could say anything else, kissed me deeply, his lips pressed tenderly against mine and his long, smooth tongue exploring my precum-filled mouth.
"Nnh...you're quite eager," I smirked.
"Yeah...young dragons are always horny," he murmured. "And we use our mouths and hands a lot..."
The dragon rolled onto his back awkwardly, his huge black wings spread out on either side of him, and rested his horned head on the inside of my thigh, his muzzle an inch or so from my crotch. I shuffled a little closer, and felt his black scaled muzzle pressing gently into the front of my damp boyshorts. I shivered and ground my hips firmly against him, feeling his lips against the wet cotton, pressing against my barely-concealed sex, sending little electric shocks up my spine. Looking down, I groaned softly at seeing his arousal jutting stiffly up from between his spread legs, throbbing noticeably. He was gently playing with it, slowly stroking his foreskin back and forth over his slick tip between two talon-bearing digits.
He parted his lips slightly, and pressed them more firmly against my nether lips, the thin cotton of my panties enhancing the feelings as his tongue massaged my clitoris, eliciting a shudder and a groan from me.
"Uhm...can we try something different?" I asked quietly.
He instantly looked up at me questioningly. "Like what?"
"Well I...I don't know what to call it, but...head to tail, so we both can..." I murmured, running my fingers along his horns.
He growled in lust and grinned, and I moved onto my hands and knees over him, being careful not to put my weight on his wings as I straddled his muzzle, bringing my face down close to his groin, breathing in his scent deeply as I watched him masturbate. He nuzzled firmly at my still-clothed groin, as the slick hardness of his penis bumped and pressed into my cheek. The scent of aroused dragon was intense, and very appealing, I decided. I started to masturbate him, gently displacing his paw with my hand, rubbing my grip rapidly up and down his erection, his foreskin making lewd, wet noises as his precum poured out and soaked my palm. The only thing in my mind now was to make him cum, and his mind seemed to be in a similar place. Even through my panties, his tongue and lips were driving me wild and I could feel my body quickly approaching orgasm. It wasn't long before I felt his hot breath on my sex take on a staccato pattern, his tongue licking and massaging me lewdly, and I stroked his slick shaft a little faster, squeezing tightly. Without much warning, the dragon tensed up and ejaculated. His hot shaft pressed into my face as he pulsed dry a few times, clear precum drooling heavily against my hand and cheek, before he started spewing his seed. I stuck my tongue out and opened my mouth. A squirt of warm, salty cum sprayed against it, and trickled down into my mouth, the force of his powerful spurts tempered as his cum congested in his foreskin before spraying out. It was the single hottest thing I could ever remember - and my imagination had always been...vivid. Spurt after spurt of the dragon's thick seed shot out from his throbbing cock, and splattered on my chest. It was all too much. With a lewd cry, I came, my hips shuddering and grinding roughly down onto his muzzle as the rhythmic pulses of my orgasm soaked my underwear still further with my honey, the dragon's paws gripping my butt tightly and holding me tight against his lips.
Eventually his orgasm ebbed, and he went limp, his penis still pressing into my face as it softened. I took it in my mouth and milked the cum from his overhanging foreskin, and felt him exhale hotly over my soaked mound. I turned around slowly and grinned, straddling his belly.
"Well," he said, "For one so inexperienced you have a knack for that. You'll be dearly loved in dragon society!"
He kissed me again, then lowered his face to my breasts and licked his cum from me with his pointed tongue. I glanced down between his legs, and saw that his penis was still out of his sheath, hanging flaccidly against his thigh.
"Um...what's with your cock?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know. There are three states that a male's penis can be in, rather than just hard and soft. Only one type of erection, obviously, but I can have it soft but still visible outside my sheath as well...for, um...cleanup, and urinating and stuff. See?"
He slowly got to his feet and waggled his hips a little. His penis slapped loosely against the insides of his thighs. As he did so, he started to get another erection. I watched as the pink dragoncock first grew a little bigger and thicker, then started rising up towards his underbelly. After a minute or so it was stiff again, and he lay down on his side.
"So...are we bonded now?" I asked.
"Not yet. That first one was just for the fun of it, we haven't actually even started to bond yet. Sounds weird, I know, but I didn't want to push you too far too fast."
So he was genuinely caring. I found myself warming to this dragon very quickly. I grinned.
"So you need to root me properly now?"
"If that is...to your taste."
I simply snorted in response. Lying back on the ground, I pushed his head down between my legs. Agonisingly slowly, I peeled my soaked boyshorts down around my knees, and heard the dragon whimper as my aroused sex became truly visible to him for the first time. He stared at it, and I blushed, the thought of him being turned on by seeing my vagina turning me on immensely. I spread my thighs and let him stare. Only for a moment though. I pulled him up level with me again. He was breathing fast as he pressed his hot shaft firmly against my belly, grinding a little.
Slowly, I felt his stiff length sliding down towards my wet folds, leaving a trail of precum in its wake, and I reached down to touch him softly, fondling his slippery foreskin. Then I felt his long, stiffened rod pressing in between my lips, and released his shaft. Slowly and gently, the dragon entered me. I felt his cock sliding up me like an injection of hard, slippery warmth, and moaned softly. He took it slow, knowing from my obvious naivety that this would be my first time.
As he slowly hilted himself inside me, I felt his sheath, and the large bulge of his balls pressing into my perineum. Then he started to thrust. I gasped, feeling his long, stiff pole sliding a little way down my slick vagina, then pushing back up. His rhythm started, the dragon thrust deeply and regularly, each strong push accompanied by a grunt of pleasure and a brief tensing-up of every muscle in his body. His burning hot dragoncock was thick, but I found that it didn't bother me after a short while.
We rolled about in the dry grass, the dim light of the sphere glinting off his scales and driving away the cold night air. After a few minutes I found myself lying on top of him, one leg either side of his underbelly and his balls pressing into my rump. Slowly I raised myself up until I was vertical. I felt his hard, slick penis resisting the movement, and took considerable pleasure from it. He was so deeply aroused, his shaft so achingly hard, I knew that flexing it like this was forcing more blood into it. I felt his penis getting a little thicker and longer, its curve growing slightly more pronounced. It had a second effect. The tip of his penis was grinding and pounding insistently right against my special spot. It took my breath away, and within seconds sent me crashing through my second climax.
I arched my back and threw my head back as I came hard, my fluids filling me up and mingling with his copious precum. The dragon grunted, and thrust his hips roughly upwards, locking into place as he ejaculated again, this time into me, his shaft being roughly massaged by my tight, no-longer-virgin muscles. Thick, intense warmth squirted up into me, the dragon's hard penis emptying his hot, heavy load into me for what seemed like a joyous eternity. Basking in the afterglow, he moved his slowly softening penis around inside me, stirring his cum. Gently, he pulled out of me, and I leapt on the chance to ask.
"Could you...um...keep it out? Should probably...you know, clean it."
He rumbled with pleasure and stood up on his back legs, his penis now almost fully soft. It hung outside his body, considerably smaller now. A thick, gummy layer of our combined cum covered it, and more of his own white seed leaked from the tip of his foreskin as it slid back down to cover his sensitive glans. I took it in my mouth again, and ran my tongue over it. Cum filled my mouth as a lot of fluid which he hadn't ejaculated into me came out, flowing over my tongue in a warm, salty torrent. I swallowed, and sucked a little before reluctantly letting it slide from my mouth. The dragon drew me close, folding his wings around me and hugging me tight, our intense, shared arousal slowly fading, replaced by a reminder of the seriousness which had induced his appearance in the world of mankind in the first place.
"Thankyou," he murmured.
"What for?"
"Agreeing to come with me."
"Look, even if I wanted to stay here, you're so beautiful I wouldn't be able to refuse," I said with a half-smile.
He smiled gently, and the second stage of our plan went into action. He handed me my underwear, which was inexplicably clean and dry, and told me to put them on. I shot him a slightly confused glance at finding my thighs and nether regions also dry and seemingly untouched.
"It's gone, love. Clever little magic trick. That just means these humans won't be able to make more dragons out of my sperm."
"Very clever," I said, pulling my shorts on and then the dressing gown.
"Now, here is your pill bottle...empty, of course. Lie down on the ground where you were before I came, and put the bottle next to you. It'll look like an overdose."
"One thing, though," I said quietly.
"What's that?"
"I'm scared...and I don't know who you are."
He smiled warmly and wrapped me up in a wing.
"Ssh. Don't be scared. I've done this before. I can tell you my name now though, I'm sorry I couldn't earlier on. I'm Aurinieth. Most just call me Auri."
"Auri," I repeated, reaching out to touch his face.
Auri leaned in close to me and kissed me again, before gently laying me down in the grass, the empty bottle on the ground beside me. He stepped back, and began a low chant. I felt a strange sensation washing over me, then felt myself rising slowly. Turning around, I saw my inert body lying on the ground, my breathing stilled. It was unnerving to say the least, and I experienced a moment of sheer panic as I realised the incorporeal nature of my existence.
"Quickly! Come to me!" hissed Aurinieth. I fled towards him, instinctively flying into his open mouth.
He breathed in my soul, and darkness descended over me.