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Dragons are the most beautiful, most powerful, and most enigmatic of the races of our world. Their existence and majesty are shrouded in mystery and mysticism that even races closely related to them are left wanting to know about the true extent of their being. Some, such as the kobolds, revere them as gods, and others, mostly humans, see them as monsters to slay.

Dragons are deific in power. Some of the most powerful even cause the outsiders that come from beyond the veil to quake at their ability. They treat every other life as something beneath them, and yet, they can be bested and destroyed just like any other creature who steps beyond what others dare to allow.

But, dear reader, you know my works offer insight into a specialized area of lore when it comes to the races, and so, let me tell you of the matters of draconic courtship and magic.

While it is true that there are multiple breeds of dragon, the ones of the highest echelon are the quadrupedal variety with clawed appendages so articulate that they have dexterity beyond any other races and are capable of casting the most esoteric of spells. The subject I visited the most when it came to learning these matters was Treandelode the White, who lives in a castle up at the North Pole. His magic has constructed a demesne that is comfortable for races of all sizes. These races include those as large as his natural form towering above all to the tiny fair folk.

When he met with me, he was in the guise of a mature and distinguished gentleman, as many dragons have means of hiding themselves among the other races, and it is from him that I learned much.

For example, it is not only pride in their power that causes a dragon to see other races as lesser. The truth of the matter is that a purebred dragon is a rare and wondrous thing, for a dragon's lusts are not sated purely by their race. Their form-altering qualities allow them to breed true with all matter of beings, and those who seek lineage and power over the other, shorter-lived, creatures will sire and birth heirs of the stock other races, spreading their bloodline across the world. While it is mostly a display of their power, dragons also find the thrill of conquering others in seemingly weaker forms to challenge their natural charisma and charm. Any race could offer up sacrifices to a dragon, but to be able to woo someone into bed while transformed gives them such a feeling of accomplishment.

In regards to the sexual lives of dragons among themselves, courtship is long for these long-lived races, and it is just as fleeting as it is long-lasting for dragons. Monogamy does not exist in their kind, as there are few of their numbers. When they wish to replenish the ranks of full dragons, they meet an agreement, upon which their mating comes almost as a transaction. Their desire to breed and impregnate is so strong that it goes above anything as petty as romance.

"It's simply a side-effect of the lesser races," Master Treandelode says. "Your lifetime of a marriage commitment is, to us, no more of a concern than masturbation surely is to you. When you get to be as old as I," he continued, "You learn you can summon up whomever you wish and when. Why, I regularly have parties at my home during the winter solstice. If a dragon should join in, we may share in some of the company, but we rarely couple together unless it is time to increase the population."

It is an interesting sociological position, then, that dragons view sex as they would in sating other hunger. They take what they desire, but find themselves often not needing to do so. "The tales your kind have the rapacious dragons slaughtering cattle and taking virgins are usually associated with the ignorant youths of our kind. Mature dragons know that their presence is enough to command respect and admiration in the lesser races. They'll easily come to us for their desires."

I questioned Treandelode about some of the lesser races, particularly those who claim more strong draconic heritage than others. To that, he chuckled and added. "Ah, the dragonkin--humanoids who claim their birthright from dragons long ago. Kobolds, our eternal servants, and wyverns and drakes, and the like. Many of those were experiments by some of my ancestors. Those forebears that followed the teachings of Xasandra, the dragon goddess of fertility, were the most to blame. But, that is an all-but-dead faith in your world. To me, and others, I assume, they are curiosities and favored beings, ones that carry draconic offspring much more readily than some other races. While we can breed with many, some do not take well to the coupling before or afterward." He sighed upon saying that, glancing off towards the fireplace. There, upon the mantle, was mounted the petrified remains of an egg.

"Even some dragons do not do well when mating with other races. Something as simple as death by delivery affects even us. A lover of mine mated with a toxic creature. It was a demon from the Pit, and she died because of the fetid egg she spawned. I was able to procure the shell of the egg she hatched from and kept it as a memento of her. No way I was going to let that damned thing that killed her live."

I asked him if dragons often kept their eggs for such sentimental reasons. He shrugged and responded. "I may be speaking of my race as a whole with you, good wizard, but you must remember at all times that each person is an individual. Our tastes and our quirks are our own, and you would be wise not to stereotype such wondrous creatures as us into all the same category."

Perhaps so, but I knew that there was more to his story. Maybe I will come back to it someday, but for now, enjoy the extent of the knowledge of dragons I have for you.

--The Author