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2,500 word commission by Monster Girl Examiner at http://monstergirlsexamination.tumblr.com/ who gave me permission to post this commission of SoFurry.com.

_I'm very pleased with how this commission came out. I gave MGExaminer a few details and he ran with it and wrote a beautiful short story. _

Aristreia hadn't expected the day to go in the direction it had. Being partnered with the surprisingly articulate Paladin of the Axe had been a pleasant surprise. The Order had sent them to investigate rumors of kidnappings. The mission had gone downhill rapidly. “I still can't believe you chopped that high priest in half." She tsked softly. “It was very messy, you know."

“Oh, come now, he deserved it!" Bjorn's laugh echoed through the streets, as the two of them approached the inn. He had been in the highest spirits after the battle. It had been terrifying to see his bestial rage. The feral fury had been slightly shocking, not least for when he chopped the leader of the cult in half. Afterwards, he had been like a different person. Rather than the calm, persuasive man he had been before the fight, he still seemed energetic from battle. “Come! Let's celebrate still being alive!" he stated, his laugh echoing down the streets of the small town. He was still bleeding slightly from the place where the black knife of the priest had made it through his armor. He seemed unlikely to die any time soon.

He was a bear of a man, six feet tall, with shoulders as broad as the doorway. His hair was dark and curly, and he carried a battleaxe of preposterous size over one shoulder. She wore her human form in the town, to avoid drawing attention. Next to him, however, she doubted anyone would blink an eye if she were fully draconic and on all fours. She walked along with him, as he sat at the table. “Ale, good keeper!" Aristreia frowned. “Come, now! The gods have seen fit for us to make it through a brutal battle! They would want us to celebrate and enjoy the life they have now blessed us with!" He said, grinning broadly. She placed a hand over her face.

“If it will calm you down…" She sighed. “A cup of wine, sir." Their drinks arrived soon, and she sipped at the wine, smiling a little bit. “I have to admit, that demon the priest summoned seemed quite surprised when you cut his head off. He must've been very embarrassed when he returned to the nine hells." She smiled as he laughed uproariously.

“Indeed! And those cultists practically broke down in tears when you breathed flame!" He gave her a broad grin. “I must admit, I found myself struck as well!"

Nearly an hour later, the two of them stumbled up the stairs together. Their mutual slump was the only thing keeping both of them off the ground. The two of them opened the door to their room. He was still laughing cheerfully, and she was having a hard time not smiling at his cheer. Then, he kissed her.

The kiss was warm. His strong arms were holding her gently, his fingertips resting on her back. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been embraced, let alone by a human. His strong arms were secure around her, as his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was clumsy. It was hardly as though he had a great deal of practice at it. But it was warm, and soft, and full of passion. He closed his eyes, and held her close.

When the kiss broke, she let out a breath. “I-" His hands ran across her armor, gently removing it. His fingertips were skillful, stripping her. She flushed. “I don't know…" she murmured. “I'm a dragon. I can't… We're not-" He smiled softly.

“I wish to do this. Do you?" he asked softly, his hands resting on her shoulder. “Life is a blessing, and I wish to share that blessing with you." She flushed, and he kissed her again.

She closed her eyes, and nodded. Her armor fell to the ground. He pressed his body against hers, as he undressed. She lay back across the bed, flushing as she looked down at his erection. He flushed slightly. “I hope it's not disappointing."

She looked up, slightly startled, and blushed. She shook her head. “Not disappointing at all. A little bit intimidated. It's large, for humans," she murmured softly, biting her lip. She spread her legs, and the tip of his shaft pressed against her. He held her close. It was the first time she had felt this in quite some time. It was filthy. Lewd. Coupling with an ape. The fact that it made her moan was extremely embarrassing. She was supposed to find him distasteful. Primitive. Not… warm. And clever. And passionate. She closed her eyes, and her moan filled the air.

His hips pumped against hers. She spread her legs, and bit her lip, feeling the tip of his shaft sliding deep inside. She was close to the edge. She looked up at him as his hips pumped against hers. She felt the tip of his shaft touch him deep. “You're a beautiful woman, Aristreia." He murmured. Her eyes opened. He smiled warmly. “I love you." She realized, in a sudden shock, that her body was fertile. She hadn't thought about it. She had taken it for granted. She took a breath to warn him, to let him know. The orgasm struck. Her toes curled. She whimpered. For a moment, she could swear she felt the presence of her goddess. Her body was ready. His seed could take hold inside of her. She tried to say something, so he would have the option to stop. But she couldn't inhale. Her breath left her in a wordless gasp. Her pussy clenched. She felt his seed flowing deep inside of her, the heat rushing up into her body. Her toes curled as she felt him relax against her.

The two lay together, their arms entwined. He was still buried inside of her. Her hair was a mess. She panted softly, as he planted kisses on her soft skin. She breathed, and raised the small journal. “We'll have to track them down based on this." He smiled.

“We'll find them."

—-

The two of them ran through the darkness together, hand in hand. “How long did you set the thunderclay for?" she asked, as they sprinted through the night. “I didn't like the look of what they were making with that summoning ritual." He frowned, as he ran.

“I'm sure I set it for only a few minutes, we should have heard it by now-" The ground heaved behind them, as an almighty noise filled the air with chaos. The ground shook violently beneath them, as they were thrown off their feet, landing in a tumble together on the soft forest ground. They turned back, as the tremendous fireball rose. “I suppose it must have reacted with the spatial distortion in a rather… unexpected way." He rubbed his chin. “We might have to let the Order know about that little trick. I guess we don't have to worry about a pursuit." He smiled towards her.

The two of them walked through the forest. “The pixies are already returning." She pointed up towards one of the small folk, fluttering through the air. It trailed delicate pink lines of color, as it flew in small circles. It let out a tiny little cry of happiness as it passed by the two, the tiny creature waving at them.

“Lucky them, hmmm?" he asked, a smile on his face. The two of them settled down in a small glade. The holy energy, once twisted, was purifying with the corruption rooted out. Dozens of small pixies nested in the trees around the glade. It was like a festival, full of light, and beauty. They began to put out their bed rolls. The night was warm and pleasant, and the forest was friendly. There was no need for a fire. It probably would've scared the pixies away. She rested a hand on her stomach. She could tell that there was something growing within her. She'd have feared for the child's safety, but…

If she and Bjorn failed in their mission, if they died or fled, there might not be much of a world for the child. She had to trust in the strength of her own body. She closed her eyes, and rested her back against Bjorn. Her silver scales shone in the night. She'd needed to take on her draconic form to fight off the corrupted beasts that had been set upon them. Her clawed fingers rested lightly on his leg as she rested her head against him. She could feel the quickness of his breath. Every time he fought, it was the same. The ride down from the berserk state seemed to do this to him. Or possibly it was being with her. His hand cupped one of her breasts, and she squirmed. “I have no idea how you can get so aroused after such mad experiences."

He smiled. “Well, it's easy to forget about them near you." He smiled, and bent forward. He kissed her, his face upside down compared to her. His chin brushed the tip of her noise, rough. She grumbled, but opened her mouth to invite the kiss as he pressed close to her. His fingers brushed across her breasts, and she began to shimmy out of her clothing. She looked up, uncertain, as the kiss broke.

“Do you want me to change to my human shape?" They hadn't yet been intimate with her in this shape, silver-scaled, draconic, bipedal, but not human. She'd seen others cringe away from it. But he smiled, and his hands drifted across her chest, stroking her.

“No, I don't think so," he said, amusement in his voice as he pulled her up to straddle him. She sat on his lap, flushing, as he helped her undress. His eyes wandered over his silver scales with visible appreciation. As he did, his erection grew firm against her ass. She felt him begin to saw gently against her, and blushed ferociously. “Your libido's really quite out of control," she murmured. She knew the statement wouldn't dissuade him. She didn't want to seem too much like she enjoyed this. It was bad enough the way she moaned and shivered when he touched her. Actively seeking it out would be completely undignified behavior for a dragon of her caliber.

Her legs spread, as he slid his trousers down. She smiled. “Here, let me do a little work tonight…" she murmured softly. She didn't want to seem too eager, but making him do all the work seemed very rude. She slowly planted her feet on either side of him. Her dexterous fingers fished the shaft out of his pants. She squatted over him, a smile on her face, as she gently pressed his tip against her. It was dirty. So wrong. So beneath her as a silver dragon. She closed her eyes, and before she could talk herself out of it, she pushed her hips down, hard.

It was different, with her taking charge. Her legs lost their strength when she was penetrated. She had to take a moment to regain her momentum. As she pressed down, she could feel the tip of the shaft spreading her out. Bjorn's heartbeat hammered inside of her. Each time, heat flooded through her body, pouring up into her. It was a challenge for herself. Something to prove that she was still somewhat in control of this.

When she finally managed to sink all the way to the base of his cock, she sighed with relief. Her triumph lasted for all of a few seconds before his arms wrapped around her gently. “You have to move, you know," he teased. His voice was soft in her ear, and he squeezed her gently. She flushed. He began to bounce her, and she let out a cry of pleasure. He took control easily from her. He began to bounce her body up and down, making her tighten around the tip of his shaft, teasing her effortlessly. She flushed, as he made a mockery of her careful, hard work, and began to fuck her senseless.

It was hard to keep her bearings as he thrust. Her maidenhood tightened around him. The hormones flooding her body were making her more sensitive, it seemed. Her body had grown a bit more… hourglass shaped. She was still as muscular as ever, but it had made her armor just a little bit tighter. She was distracted from her thoughts by the sudden arrival of an orgasm. As her back arched, trapped in his warm grasp, she felt him sow his seed in her again. The heat of his orgasm filled her up, pouring the thick warmth deep into her belly, and she let out a soft little whimper.

As the two lay together, she clung to him, strength returning to her limbs."Bjorn, have you ever been a father?"

“Before? No. Thought about it a few times, but it always seemed like the wrong time. If we live through this madness, though… Well. I wouldn't mind it." He smiled, and she felt a wave of relief run through her. “Why do you ask?"

“No reason." She flushed.

—-

The two of them sat together on the small raft, as it bobbed and rocked. The volcano continued to erupt behind them, lava pouring down the sides of the island. Trees were aflame, and the dark works below would trouble the world no longer. The small raft bobbed towards one of the other islands on the archipelago. “It will take the Order some time to send a ship to pick us up." Bjorn remarked, as the two of them sat in the dawn's light. The raft rocked softly as the winds carried it towards the tropical island. “It will be nice to have a vacation. One can only look a god of flame and death in the eye so many times before the experience loses its luster." He smiled. “Maybe it's even time to retire." She flushed, as she leaned against him. She felt heavy. Her stomach was already a bit swollen. She'd been terrified, a few times, as they fought, of what might happen. The same terror had filled her with purpose, though. She'd swung harder, faster, protecting what was inside of her.

“I think I might be ready to retire. At least for a while." She smiled up at him, and softly took his hand, resting it on her stomach. His eyes widened a little.

“Oh. Oh my. Aristreia, I had no idea-" She leaned up, and kissed him on the lips, before settling against him. The raft rocked gently as it landed against the sands of the beach. He stood up hurriedly, helping her up. She rolled her eyes.

“I just helped you to defeat an ancient god and his death cult without needing to be escorted around like a piece of fine china, you know." He flushed.

“Yes, I know, but… Just rest here. I'm going to gather us some supplies. I'll be back soon. Just shout if you need me, okay?" He knelt down, and kissed her on the cheek, showing almost exaggerated care. She rolled her eyes, and waved him away. As he walked into the small copse of trees, she took out the small wand she'd kept in her pack. It had cost a pretty penny. She was about to find out if it was worth it. The clothmancer had made it special for her. She undressed, and then spoke the trigger word softly.

The black silk entwined around her body. It was soft clothing. The kind she'd never given much thought to. A lace-trimmed bra, sized to fit her slightly swollen, sensitive breasts. A pair of panties, crotchless, with a hole for her tail to fit through. They were little more than a set of black silk bands, also trimmed with lace. A pair of long black stockings, trimmed with white lace at the thighs. It was as embarrassing an outfit as she had feared.

She had to admit, though. The way they emphasized the curve of her hips, the way they fit her, was quite comfortable. She smiled a bit, feeling an alien satisfaction with the way her body looked. She felt alluring. Attractive. Maybe even beautiful. She bit her lip, as she shifted, looking at the way it framed her slit. She heard a soft intake of breath from behind her, and smiled at the look on Bjorn's face. “Well, are you just going to stand there staring, or- Ah!" She squeaked out as he pounced on her. She rested on her side, flushing, as he lifted one of her legs into the air, exposing her. His hand went down, and rested on the slight bulge of her stomach.

“It won't hurt the child if we, ah…?" She stuck her tongue out.

“You're well endowed, Bjorn, but not that well endowed." The tall, burly man smiled, and planted a kiss on one of her toes, the easiest thing he could reach with his lips. She shivered a little as she felt the tip of his erection press against her. “But, ah, just in case… Gentle, okay?" she asked shyly, flushing with embarrassment. She really did make dragons seem kind of scared of sex. She sighed, lying her head against her arm. She closed her eyes, and smiled. He'd know the way she liked it. He always did. She rested a hand on her stomach, and cooed with satisfaction as she felt him penetrate her. The heat of his shaft blossomed inside of her, and she let her tongue hang out, drooling a bit. She wasn't going to act embarrassed or frightened this time. She'd simply enjoy it.

She could feel him inside of her. The thrusting tip pressed deeper inside of her, as a blissful orgasm washed over her. She didn't bother to strain or to try to match him. Instead, she rode the wave of pleasure, her body cresting on it as she let out a gasp. Her tail curled gently around his ankle, as though to ensure he wouldn't leave her when he was done. As he poured his warm seed deep inside of her, she let out a low, contented growl. “Still so energetic, even after all we've been through today…" she murmured softly. She felt him change positions, lying against her back, still buried inside of her, his hips still moving slightly, keeping her on edge. She smiled, taking his arms, and wrapping them around her body. She slowly fell into sleep, as the sun rose over the sea.

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Story @ MGExaminer

Art © BluMagpie

Aristreia © Me