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[center][b]Changes Magically Cum To You

By: Finathon

For: Revakulgr [/b][/center]

Revakulgr felt it prudent to take regular breaks from his studies. He was one to question everything in existence, from the meaning of life to the conception of the universe, and there were times his studies were able to answer them. Of course, most of the time, the answers only raised more questions, which led to further study. It was an endless cycle, but one that kept him occupied and had led to him becoming a wealth of knowledge. While he was not considered particularly old for a dragon, he was already revered in the same way many of the elders were. He was the one even they came to when they needed answers to their questions.

Dragons had always been a curious race, and it was natural for them to seek answers and learn more about the world around them, but Revakulgr treated it more like a sport than a passing interest. If there was something he didn’t know the answer to, it was guaranteed he would have it by the time the sun went down, and there was no challenge too great for him to face. He was irreplaceable amongst his kind, and the fact that he had been titled the youngest dragon to ever receive the position of elder and sage was an honour that he would never allow himself to forget. He had earned this, and he would continue to do so.

But everyone had their struggles, and dragons were no different in this regard. Some things were just more difficult to overcome than others, and for Revakulgr, it was draconic magic. He was a dragon of logic, and when he looked at things he was able to see the way they worked. Magic was unpredictable, and draconic magic was especially tricky to grasp. It was wild and chaotic, and based heavily on emotion. Revakulgr had plenty of that, but learning to channel it in the correct way for the magic to take hold was a struggle. He was determined to make it work, but he had become increasingly disheartened in recent months.

There was something wrong with his spells, and he couldn’t figure out what. When he spoke with the elders, they told him that he needed to channel his passion into the spells, but that was what he did with everything in his life. Nothing he did was without passion, and draconic magic was no exception to this rule. In his heart, he knew he was never going to be an expert at every trade and skill, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. He wanted to at least master the basic aspects of sorcery before giving up completely so that he could show the other dragons that he wasn’t a complete lost cause with magic.

Draconic magic was quite special, especially when compared to other forms of magic in the realms. Humans were born with the innate gift to cast or without it, and Elves would often reach the very roots of Mother Nature herself to commune with her and channel her energy. Dwarves and Gnomes relied on the power of the underground and the deep leylines that coursed through the earth, and Orcs had yet to uncover their own magical abilities. They were all beautiful in their own way, but they all paled in comparison to the draconic arts. They were more than an innate ability or connection with the roots of the earth.

It was passed down through generations, an intricate art that differed from bloodline to bloodline. They were bonded with the elements, merged with them in ways that would make the other races tremble in fear were they ever to behold their true power. It could be used for great destruction or biblical levels of creation. He had always enjoyed the stories about fearsome dragons reigning fire and ice across the settlements of Elves and Men alike, and he often found himself wishing he could have met his ancestors. The magic passed down through his blood was darker in origin, a twisted energy that was feared by many outside of Dragonkin.

Revakulgr knew he should be kinder to himself because it was one of the harder forms of draconic magic to master, but he couldn’t help but feel frustrated that he hadn’t managed to master it yet. He had poured over his various tomes for advice on how to do better, and even when he spoke to his family, they only told him things he already knew. He lost count of the number of nights he spent sighing solemnly by the candle on his desk as he tried desperately to get another spell to work. But there was something else that had taken his interest recently, and he discovered there were secrets being kept from dragons about their true power.

There were records of peculiar interactions when draconic magic was used on those of other races. The texts were scribbled on the page by a rushed hand, leaving most of it illegible as Revakulgr attempted to read the scrawled notes. He signed heavily as he closed the book for the fourth time that day. His head was starting to hurt, and the candles in his stone library were beginning to run out of wick. He could smell the beeswax melting into a little puddle in the base of the candle holder, and he knew that this was his cue to take a break. Even the elders told him that he spent too much time studying alone in the dark, and they might have been right.

He stretched his body out after putting the book down, groaning in satisfaction as his wings brushed against the opposite walls and his neck stretched out, allowing the muscles to loosen up in the most pleasurable manner. His black scales shimmered in the dying candlelight, and he rubbed his purple belly hungrily as he tried to think back to the last time he had a full meal. He really did have a habit of forgetting to eat when he was deep in his studies, and his neglect had left him absolutely ravenous. A walk and a good meal sounded like the perfect thing to help him get himself back on track so he could finish deciphering the draconic texts.

It was a pleasant day. The sun was shielded by passing clouds, and the autumn breeze ran through the trees stealing any loose leaves it found on its way. He could smell the sweet scent of old earth and dying grass, and there was something so beautiful about the way the world changed in the last weeks before the chill of winter. Blackberries flooded the branches of their thorned bushes, their deep red juices dripping down as birds plucked pieces off them. No doubt there would soon be plenty of humans skulking through the woods in search of berries to snack on and make delicious jams with. They were always here this time of year.

He didn’t expect to come across one quite so early, though. Usually, they waited a few more days before they came to pick berries as it ensured they were all perfectly ripe and ready to be eaten. But there he was, a young man pushing through the sharp thorns and filling his basket with deliciously fat blackberries. He was quite handsome from what Revakulgr could see, and he couldn’t be much older than twenty five. His black hair was cut fairly short, and his clothes were finer than most of the peasants he saw collecting berries. He had all the airs of a knight of the realm, and that only made him more interesting to the curious dragon.

The line of text from his studies about the unique interactions draconic magic had with other races was circling his mind, repeating itself and practically screaming for him to test it out. This human was all alone, a foolish choice considering every human knew not to visit the woodlands without company, and he was ripe for picking just like the berries he was tossing in his basket. Revakulgr licked his lips curiously, and he could feel his cock twitching within its sheath at the thought of the fun he might be able to have with the young man. All he would need to do was lure him away from his current task to somewhere more secluded.

“Who’s there?” The man called, and Revakulgr cursed himself as he realized he had stepped on a fallen tree branch. “Show yourself.”

“I’m not hiding, my friend.” The dragon purred as he changed his game plan.

“Then why-” He cut himself off as he turned to face the majestic beast before him, his eyes wide with terror. “Oh god…”

“There’s no need to be afraid. I don’t plan to eat you. Not today.”

“How can I trust your word?”

“Because I would have done it already. I’m not the kind of dragon who enjoys playing with his food. It spoils the taste.”

“I can’t trust that’s true.”

“You’re a wise one, little human.” The dragon chuckled. “But you really don’t need to worry. I have something much more enjoyable in mind… for both of us.”

“What do you mean?” The human asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“You seem tense,” Revakulgr spoke softly, his tone low and inviting. “I can help you feel more relaxed and at home.”

“I don’t think I understand.” His voice quivered slightly as he spoke.

“Originally, I was going to take you somewhere more secluded and private… but I think this is actually the perfect spot. Why don’t I show you what I’d like you to do?”

“Alright, but I know I can outrun you if there’s any funny business.”

“Of course you can.” Revakulgr chuckled, humoring him as he found himself almost admiring the confidence in the young knight’s voice.

He lured him in a little closer, beckoning him to come forward with his curled claws as he rose up on his hind legs and rested his back against the trunk of an ancient oak tree. He groaned softly as he felt the rough bark reach old itches under his scales that he could never quite scratch, and he closed his eyes for a moment so he could savour how good it felt. He spread his hind legs, allowing his hefty balls to settle on the ground while his hardening cock stood tall and proud as the head began to push through the sheath and reveal itself. It felt good, and Revakulgr could feel his own desires growing with each passing moment.

The dragon was not blind to the intrigue and infatuation of the young man standing in front of him. He could see his knees trembling as they knocked together, and his eyes darted frantically as he clearly attempted to process his options in this situation. “Don’t be shy,” Revakulgr whispered, luring him closer with his calming voice. “All of this is for you. For us. Let yourself go for a little while and come relax.” The knight stepped closer, his movements cautious as he slowly approached the dragon. He could tell how much the human wanted to touch him, to take his cock and appreciate it fully. It was only a matter of time.

Revakulgr reached down and stroked his shaft, every motion long and lingering as he purposely dragged it out to emphasise his length and girth. He knew how tantalising he was, especially to a human who had never enjoyed such sinful delights, and he smirked as the knight began to move faster and with more confidence towards his prize. “That’s it.” He coaxed him softly. “Just a little further, and we can have all the fun you want. All you have to do is take me in your mouth, and the rest writes itself.” He could hear the human whispering and mumbling to himself, quiet words about how much he wanted what had been presented.

The knight took the head of his cock between his dry lips, his breath shuddering and nervous as he finished convincing himself that this was the thing he wanted most. Revakulgr could feel warm saliva dripping over his tip, soaking it in such a way that the dragon couldn’t help but shudder in delight. The knight took that as his cue to continue, and he lowered his head so that he could take more of the dragon in his mouth. He could feel his impressive girth stretching the man’s lips, forcing his jaw to open wider than it ever needed to in the past, and little gurgles of muffled pleasure escaped him.

His hands moved up and down Revakulgr’s shaft, and the dragon moaned deeply as he felt the human working his cock while he took as much of it as possible down his throat. Every time it hit the back, he had to restrain himself so that he didn’t force his entire length down his neck and choke him - despite the fact he wanted nothing more than to see the man gag and grovel beneath him. Instead, he muttered an incantation from one of the draconic books he had read, enchanting his seed so that its true powers would be unlocked. Only then would he be able to see the effects of draconic magic on another race in the way he desired.

The knight took his cock a little deeper, gagging slightly as it hit his throat in all the right ways, and Revakulgr moaned loudly as he enjoyed the sounds and sensations. He sucked a little harder, lingering over the head of the dragon’s cock as he teased him and continued to pump his shaft with more speed and a tighter grip. Revakulgr growled excitedly as his balls began to swell, and he felt his climax building up. His cock twitched and throbbed eagerly with every stroke of his hands and the occasional brush of his tongue across his leaking head. The way he drank the precum like a man who had never seen water only aroused him further.

He moaned a little more, his head falling back against the tree as he allowed himself to become fully immersed in the pleasure he was receiving. The knight was hungry for him, his saliva dripping down Revakulgr’s shaft as it worked to lube his hands and make his motions more fluid. Every groan that left his lips only worked to fuel the knight further, and he could see the way the young man’s pants bulged eagerly and the wet spot that had started to form on the front from his own leaking precum. It was enough for the dragon to feel the beginnings of an eruption as he watched the knight work with such passion and desire.

It wasn’t long before the final pump of his slick shaft sent rippling waves of hot and roaring pleasure through his body. It hit him with such force that it felt as though the world had been sent into a spinning mass before him, and he almost needed to brace himself as he came hard into the human’s mouth. His reflexes were fact, and he placed a clawed hand on top of the man’s head to keep it there - forcing him to take every last drop of cum and swallow it quickly. The jets came with such force that Revakulgr watched as some of his seed poured from the knight’s nose and down his face as he desperately gulped it down as fast as he could.

He moaned as he finished, his hips twitching as he kept the man’s head in place and emptied the last of his load down his throat. He waited until he was sure the knight had taken it all before pulling his head back and freeing him from his gag. The head of his cock was covered in spit and cum. “Clean it.” He ordered, and the human did as he was told. He closed his eyes contentedly as he felt the man run his tongue across the head and shaft of his cock, cleaning the cum away and removing every drop until there was nothing left. It felt good, and it was a sign that the effects of his draconic seed were beginning to take hold.

The knight stumbled as he tried to step back, falling on his backside and looking up at the dragon with a dazed expression. Revakulgr could see the change in his eyes, the way the knight looked at him with lust and obedience instead of fear and cautiousness. His skin seemed to take on a strange shimmer as he licked his lips, his eyes meeting with the dragon’s the entire time. He wondered what it must feel like to be going through something so strange, and he leaned closer in eager anticipation of what was to come. This is what he had been waiting for, and he would finally be able to see the effects of his draconic cum on a human.

It was fascinating to see the change take place before him. It was magical; the shimmering from his skin seemed to envelop him, and he became paler and shrouded in sparkling mist. His body seemed to shrink, and his tunic and pants fell from his body as his shape changed and his strong, masculine frame became more feminine. His soft skin turned into something scalier, and he was adorned with a cloak of deep blue scales that glistened in the sunlight. In some ways, he was starting to resemble a smaller version of Revakulgr, and the dragon chuckled to himself excitedly as the transformation continued.

A pair of luscious breasts sprung from his chest, and his cock shrank down and vanished to be replaced by a vulva between his legs. His hands narrowed, and his fingers became more like long claws as he stretched them out in front of them and took a moment to process what was happening. The dragon could see the confusion on his face as his nose and mouth stretched out to form a snout. He, or rather she, was becoming a kobold, and her little tail sprouted from her lower back and wrapped around her ankles as though to confirm what Revakulgr was thinking. The kobold looked up at him with big, eager eyes, and her tail swayed between her ankles.

“Master?” She said after a moment, staring up at him lovingly.

“Yes, my pet?” He replied, smiling as he realised just how infatuated she was with him.

“What would you have me do?”

“Such a willing little pet, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, master.”

“What would you be willing to do?”

“Anything you want, master.” She said eagerly, her hands behind her back as she toed the ground shyly. “You are my master, and your wish is my desire. I am yours until my last breath, your slave, your lover, your anything and everything.”

“That’s quite the offer, little kobold.” He chuckled. “I would be a fool to turn such a thing down, wouldn’t I?”

“It’s nothing but an honour to serve you.” She looked up at him through long lashes, a smile on her face. “Your scales shine so brightly in the light, and your belly is so plump and soft I wish I could just curl up on it and rest.” She blushed slightly. “Your claws are so long and sharp that I would gladly spend my days polishing and sharpening them. I would clean them with my tongue just so show you my dedication.” Her toe dug a little deeper into the earth, and Revakulgr could see her inner thighs glistening with her arousal. “I would let you have me any way and anywhere you desired because when you’re inside me, I feel complete.”

“Oh really? I think we should put that to the test, don’t you?”

“If that’s what my master desires.”

“Oh, it most certainly is.”

The dragon groaned as the kobold climbed on top of him, hovering her soaking pussy over the head of his hardening cock as she teased him a little before lowering herself onto it. She was so wet that it lubed him up perfectly, and he watched with passionate delight as she began to bounce up and down on his member. She moaned wildly, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she rode him harder and faster. He wanted to hold her down and watch her take him in his entirety, but he knew he had to be patient. Good things were never rushed, and he had plenty of time to break this kobold slave in.