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The Dragon and the Jerk

Chapter 2

By William W. Kelso

Sir Tristan de Winfrey, Knight of the Order of the Eagle, Peer of the Brotherhood of Valiant's, President of the local Geoffrey Chaucer fan club, and all around nice guy and hero type, was not in a good mood. His goal in life was the typical Knight's; to go on a quest for adventure, fame, and riches; not caring too much about the order in which he acquired them. And so far all he had to show for it was a 'witch' that had turned out to be just a crazy old lady, a few bandits stupid enough to try and waylay him, and lots of saddle sores. The 'witch' incident had been rather embarrassing as it seemed the peasant's idea of 'black magic' was her ability to blow bubbles of snot with her nose. He apologized to her for kicking in her front door, and then beat the tar out of a few of the peasants; at least the ones he could catch, for wasting his time. Stupid peasants.

And now he was on a 'quest' to find his idiot of a younger brother; whom had evidently gone and gotten himself lost AGAIN, which seemed to happen on a regular basis. He might be a jerk, but he was family, and someone had to go and find out what had happened to junior this time. He and his other brothers shared that duty on a rotating basis, and it was his turn. Their father had thrown Archibald out on his butt after he'd gotten too lucky with the local ladies; not to mention knocking up half the maids, but he had a habit of showing up from time to time begging for some more money to support his lifestyle, and dad always did have a soft spot for his youngest (known) offspring. So when Archy hadn't turned up for over a year asking for a handout it was time to go and fetch him and see what he'd been up to. Since Archy was hard to forget; he tended to leave an unforgettable impression on those who were unlucky enough to meet him, he hadn't been all that hard to track down in the past, the searcher usually having to pay more than one bar tab on the way. But this time the trail had seemed to dry up.

And now it was raining. Gods, what an awful dreary place, he thought. The road down which he was riding his thoroughbred palfrey was narrow, muddy, and closely bordered by very wet bushes and small trees, but according to the last peasant he had found who remembered seeing his brother; the big jerk was hard to miss, his brother had ridden off down this very same road months ago, never to be seen again. And his idiot of a squire had gotten lost, AGAIN. Well, too bad; thought Sir Tristan, I'm not going looking for him; he'll have to catch up on his own, the useless little git. It was beginning to look like he would have to set up camp on his own, a wet camp as his IDIOT squire had the pack horse with the tent AND the fire starting kit. So he was rather pleased; at least at first, when he came to a village, but as he rode down the muddy street in the pouring rain his initial relief turned to dismay. There was a crudely lettered sign that said 'Welcome to Bridesfield', and some wit had added 'You're not' at the top, and 'So Piss Off' at the bottom. Charming. He'd seen some dumps in his life, but this place moved right to the head of the list. In fact he'd seen actual dumps that looked better than this miserable place.

NOTE: Actually his squire; a rather portly lad named Roger, had been waylaid and bushwhacked by a bandit. Or; more correctly, he had been waylaid while whacking off IN a bush, but the end result was the same. However he and his antagonist quickly recognized one another, the bandit having once been a Squire to a knight himself. And as his former master was a big jerk he had decided to change his career and strike out on his own as a bandit. After reminiscing about the various qualities; or lack thereof, of their respective bosses young Roger decided to team up with young Ethan and form their own band of cutthroats and hoodlums, and terrorize the countryside. After several weeks; during which their reign of terror had resulted in one mugged goat herder, a rather frightened old lady, and not much else, they decided to give Sherwood Forest a try, they'd heard some guy named Robin (silly name for a boy, they thought) was recruiting. Though they did serve in Robin Hood's band for several years they are not mentioned in the sagas as; let's face it, a cook and latrine digger are just not very heroic characters. Though Ethan did have the chance to give the Sheriff of Nottingham a good kick in the dangly bits on one rather happy occasion, resulting in said sheriff walking funny and talking in a high pitched squeaky voice for a few days thereafter. But alas, the sagas forgot to mention that rather embarrassing event, or the eventual fate of the two stalwart young idiots.

All the buildings in the village appeared to hovels; mud & wattle with thatched roofs, in poor repair, and the so-called street was muddier then the road had been. At first he thought it might even be abandoned; from the looks probably about the time the Romans had left. Either that or the idea of 'civil pride' hadn't occurred to the locals. But suddenly several small forms dashed out from between two huts, causing his horse to rear and snort in alarm from being startled.

"Alms for the poor, Milord, alms!" What he now recognized as children, begged.

With a curse Sir Tristan pulled on his horse's reins and backed him up, not only in fear of trampling a few peasant urchins, but fearing his valuable steed might bruise a hoof, or; horrors, break a leg.

"Be careful you fools; or my horse might trample you!" Sir Tristan shouted angrily.

The children disappeared; with loud squeals of fear, rude gestures, and he clearly heard one saying 'It's just another big jerk!' just as quickly as they'd appeared; and then he came to a stop as a larger figure stepped out from between two building.

"My apologizes, Milord." the figure said, "They meant no harm. Times is bad hereabouts, and they're only hungry."

"Well," Sir Tristan replied, "then they can eat each other! Hah-ahah!"

"Good one, Milord." the figure said with a dry chuckle. "Pray tell, what brings you to our humble village? Be it the Dragon?"

"Dragon, what Dragon??" Sir Tristan asked, paying more attention to the scroungy looking figure now. He was pretty sure it was a woman; at least it looked like it had breasts, but he couldn't be sure due to the shapeless rags of clothing it was wearing. Ugh, he thought.

"Why, the Beast of Bridesfield," the woman said, "surely the King sent you to slay the vile creature!? It has been tormenting our poor village these past five years, and we keep asking for aid, but none comes! It has finally eaten the last of our livestock, and just this past day took a fair maiden! And this year's melon thumping contest was a disaster, it showed up and ate the judge!"

"Oh, yes, THAT Dragon." Sir Tristan said (first he'd heard), "Well, I'm afraid I'm not here to slay a dragon; actually I'm looking for somebody. Another knight to be exact, large fellow, looks something like me, and is, in fact, my brother. He's gone missing this past year and was last seen headed in this direction, it is my task to find him and bring him home."

"Oh dear," the woman said, "Was he riding a big black charger, wearing Italian made armor, and on a quest for fame and glory?"

"Yes, that sounds like him." Sir Tristan said with a sigh, "Don't tell me, he's holed up at a local Inn with a couple of floozies, and won't pay his bar tab."

"Er, no, not exactly." The woman replied, shuffling her feet nervously.

"Well then, what did he do, how much do I owe, and which way did he go?" Sir Tristan asked, a little impatiently. The sooner he got out of this dump, the better. Plus he planned on having some fun knocking the snot out of Archy for being such a pain in the butt. Again.

"He'd dead, Milord." The woman finally said.

"Er, say what?" Sir Tristan asked, not quite sure he'd heard right.

"He'd dead, Milord." The woman repeated, "He went forth to fight the Dragon, and was never seen again."

"He did what...really?" Sir Tristan said in a surprised voice. Of all the answers he'd expected that one wasn't even on the list.

"He spent the night here, and then went in search of the Dragon." the woman said, "A brave lad showed him the way to its lair. He went in, and, alas, he never came out. Poor brave fellow."

Sir Tristan mopped his sweaty forehead and gave a sad sigh, while he'd never been particularly fond of his younger brother they had tended to stick up for one another on occasion since he was the next youngest of their fathers six sons and ten daughters, so they had teamed up out of a mutual need and survival instinct. But, killed fighting a Dragon! He hadn't thought Archy had that in him, so he'd had balls after all; figuratively speaking as his balls had been what got him thrown out of the family castle in the first place. To his surprise he felt himself tearing up; at least the big jerk had gone out in blaze of glory. Good for him, father would be proud of the big jerk.

"Well," Sir Tristan said, "Then I must avenge him. As a fellow knight; and as his brother, and to try and rescue the maiden if she hasn't been scarfed down yet. Duty and honor demands it."

"Rejoice!" the old lady cried out loudly; up until now Sir Tristan hadn't been entirely sure it was a woman, "This brave knight has come to rid us of the Beast! Come out and welcome him! Rejoice!"

Suddenly the huts erupted with a small horde of rather filthy looking peasants, some waving their hands in the air, all yelling loudly. With a curse Sir Tristan backed his horse up, and said, "Don't touch me! I don't know where you're been!" At that admonishment the peasants stopped a few feet away; but kept cheering, if a little less enthusiastically. Sir Tristan breathed a sign of relief; he did NOT want to get fleas, not if he could help it. Filthy buggers. His horse seemed to agree, snorting in disgust at the smell the peasants gave off.

"Come, Sir Knight", the old lady said, "we will put you up in our finest dwelling, and give you and your mount a fine dinner. Then on the morrow we'll have someone show you the way to the brute's lair."

"Very well," Sir Tristan replied, "I must admit I am hungry, and would enjoy sleeping in a real bed for once. Oh, and if a rather lost looking fat young fellow leading a pack mule shows up let him know where I am, but put HIM up in the stable with the other animals."

As they entered the yard of what he at first assumed to be an abandoned building Sir Tristan dismounted from his steed rather reluctantly. The yard was as muddy as the road and he sank in up to his ankles; wasn't there ANY dry land in this miserable place?? As he waded towards the door of the building he noticed something wriggling in the mud, and bending over he picked up a rather small child by its belt, and setting the urchin down he wiped some mud from her; it was a little girl, face so she could at least see and breathe.

"Good Heavens", Sir Tristan said, "What happened to you, little one?"

"I fell down and the others trod on me!" The girl sniffed, "And they didn't even say 'excuse me' or nothing!"

"The blighters!" Sir Tristan said with a laugh, "Well, next time you just trip them up good and proper, then you can trod on them!"

"I will Milord", the little girl said with a big grin as the big man handed her a large copper, "Thank you, Milord!"

"That was kind of you." The old woman said as the little girl slogged off through the mire to wreak her revenge on her fellow urchins.

"Oh, I know what it is to be the smallest one in the pack." Sir Tristan said, looking after the little girl.

"Still, it was nice of you." The old lady said, "Poor little Janice is an orphan, and has no friends to stand up for her. I think you made a friend this day."

"Well, then good." Sir Tristan said, "One can never have too many of those, eh what?"

Sir Tristan was NOT pleased with his lodgings, or his meal. It was indeed the best dwelling in the village; which unfortunately wasn't saying much. His dogs lived in better conditions back at the castle, and he wouldn't have fed the food he was given to pigs. At least the ale was passable, so he contented himself with a loaf of not quite stale bread and a large mug of ale. And the girl named Annie who waited on him; cradling a baby at the same time, was rather rude to say the least. The sole bright moment came when the little girl he had 'rescued' walked up to an older boy and shoved a large glob of mud; or something fouler, down the boy's neck; much to the merriment of all present with the exception of the boy. Good girl; he thought, never let them wear you down. The lodgings were in what passed for the local Inn, and as he was sitting at the largest table by himself a small group of men, women, and children gathered, standing around looking at him as he ate. It made him nervous. Finally he looked up, and they all dipped their heads respectfully.

"So," he said, "do any of you know anything about this so-called Dragon? Where is its lair, how big is it, does it have any, er, treasure?" When a young man hesitantly raised a hand, he indicated him, and asked, "And you are...?"

"George, if it pleases Milord," the man replied with a bow, "I have seen the beast flying about many times. He is not that large, perhaps as large two draft horses, but is a fearsome creature. He breathes fire, and can carry off a sheep with ease."

Well, that's encouraging, thought Sir Tristan, the smaller they are, the easier they are to kill. Not that he'd killed one before. Hell, he'd never even seen one before. When another villager raised his hand, Sir Tristan pointed at him. "Well...?"

"Um, I be Ernie, Milord, I've seen where the brute has his lair, I have. It's in the hills not far from here. And my brother Egon has been in the beast's lair!"

"Indeed?" Sir Tristan said; with some skepticism, "And pray, how tell did he come to be on the creature's lair, and not it's belly?"

The first peasant gave a younger man a shove forward, and pointing at Sir Tristan, said, "Tell him what you saw!"

The younger man; apparently Egon, blinked nervously, wringing his cap, and said, "It was last year about this time, Milord. I was out looking for one of my goats, it was me last one it was. Old Mildred, she liked to wander, but she was a good goat."

"Get on with it!" Sir Tristan gestured angrily, "Bugger the goat; the lair, tell me about the lair!"

"Oh, ulp, s-sorry Milord," Egon ulped; actually that was one reason why he missed the old goat so much, she had been a VERY friendly old goat, and the nights could be long and cold for a single man. "Well, we hadn't never found the lair before, we was too afraid, but I found it by accident. It's in a large cave at the end of a ravine. I was scared, but the beast didn't seem to be about, so I took a quick look inside. There was a huge pile of treasure, Milord, gold and gems, and I don't know what all!"

"So," Sir Tristan said, "did you acquire any of this treasure for yourself?"

"Oh, um, no Milord", Egon replied, "I heard the Dragon bellow in the distance, and was too scared. It is said they can tell if any of their horde was taken, and will track down anyone who dares."

"Hmm, yes, you were wise," Sir Tristan, said, "that is indeed true. To get their treasure they must be slain, otherwise they will track you down no matter where you might go, or how long it might take. Even for just a single gold coin."

Egon beamed at what he thought was a compliment; and several other villagers nodded in agreement. Yes, everybody knew that Dragons was greedy creatures.

"So," Sir Tristan said, "do you happen to be the one who showed my brother the way to the Dragon's lair?"

The skinny young man bowed his head, and replied "Yes, Milord."

"What happened?" Sir Tristan asked.

"Well, not much, actually." Egon replied, "He rode off into the gully leading to the lair, I heard some roaring, and some time later his horse came back out, without him. I'm sorry Milord." He didn't mention all the screaming and squealing.

Sir Tristan suddenly slammed his fist down on the table, making everyone jump; except for the drunk at the next table; he just fell out of his chair, and said, "And no one went to see what had happened, no one went to try and help? To see if he might only be wounded?"

"Milord," the old woman who seemed to be in charge said, "many have gone to fight the Dragon; it wiped out the local lord and all his men-at-arms in one day, and none have ever been seen again. What could we do? We'd only give it free meal, or cause it to go on another rampage."

Sir Tristan sighed, rubbing his forehead, and said, "You're right of course, old woman. If a knight in the finest armor could do nothing, what right do I have to expect unarmed peasants to do any better?"

"It's hard," the woman said quietly, "to lose someone you care for. And my name is Margaret, Milord."

Sir Tristan took a closer look at the woman, and realized she wasn't nearly as old as he'd originally thought. The shabby clothes; and dirt on her face, had given him that first impression. But now in the light of the Inn's lanterns and candles he could see she was maybe his age, or a little younger.

"If the local lord is dead, why has the King not sent a replacement?" Sir Tristan asked.

"Oh, he has, more then once." Margaret replied, "But every time a new knight or noble shows up the Dragon goes on a rampage until they are forced to go in search of him, and none ever return. The great manor remains empty to this day."

"Indeed?" Sir Tristan mused, "Then anyone who slays the Dragon will become, in essence, the new lord?"

"Oh yes, Milord." Margaret replied, "By right of combat they would become the new Count of Bridesfield."

Count de Winfrey, Sir Tristan thought, he liked the sound of that, and dad would be pleased. "Tell me," he asked curiously, "how did the village acquire such an unusual name?"

"Why, surely you've heard of the Legend?" Margaret asked in surprise.

"Nope, can't say that I have." Sir Tristan said; in fact he'd never even heard of the village.

"Oh, it's a horrible tale Milord," Margaret said, "It happened a hundred years ago this very night. The daughter of the then Count was to be married the next day to the son of another noble, but he caught her in bed with his own brother. He slew the two lovers with an axe; chopping their heads right off, then in a fit of madness slew the rest of the nobles and their servants. They were buried in a local field; all but their heads which were never found, and they say the insane young noble is still roaming the woods carrying a bloody axe, hunting for fresh heads for his gruesome collection. And on the anniversary of the horrible massacre all the slain rise from their graves; drenched in blood, and roam the land looking for their heads! And if they can't find them they'll take YOURS!"

At that exact moment Annie's baby let out a blood curdling scream in a demand for attention, and Sir Tristan and half the peasants let out yells of their own, and he jumped about two feet straight up and spilled his tankard of ale. Thankfully he avoided wetting himself; other then with ale, but several peasants weren't so lucky. 'Stupid brat.' One of them muttered, shaking a pants leg. When everyone had calmed down and started breathing normally again, he chuckled, and said,

"That was a fine tale; you really had me going there!"

"What tale?" Margaret said, "It's true, every word of it. We used to have a good tourist trade that time of the year; people would come from miles around hoping to see the headless bodies wandering around and have fun tripping them up. That is until the bloody Dragon showed up and put a damper on it. The bodies won't even come out of their graves now. Cowards."

"Good heavens," Sir Tristan muttered to himself; and then said, "Well then, young Eyor; since you know the way, in the morning you will show me where this lair is and I will see if I can do anything about your problem."

"What...ME?" Egon gulped, eyes bugging out, "And it's Egon, Milord."

"Yes, you." Sir Tristan said, "Since you've actually been there, and were the last to see my brother alive. You will show me exactly what you showed him."

"B-But...I...er...!" The man stammered, but Sir Tristan ignored him. Finally he gave up, and just stood with his shoulders slumping dejectedly. Me and my big mouth. I done it again, Egon thought.

"Now, what is this I hear of a maiden being taken?" Sir Tristan asked.

"It was young Mildred, Milord", Margaret said, the fairest girl in the village, and a virgin. They always take virgins for some reason."

Probably because they taste better; Sir Tristan thought, but didn't mention that out loud. And frankly he was surprised there'd been any fair young maidens left after his brother had paid the place a visit, at least any who were still virgins. Archy could sniff out a virgin like a hog after truffles.

"Well, hopefully the young damsel is yet alive, and I will be able to rescue her on the morrow." Sir Tristan said. "Have young Egor here meet me at first light to lead me to the lair."

"That's Egon, Milord." The man said, but shut up when his brother poked him in the ribs.

Well, he was tired; Sir Tristan thought, so it was time to get some sleep. If he was to battle an honest to God Dragon in the morning, he needed to get a good night's sleep. After taking one look at his 'room' he decided to sleep in the stable with the horse, at least the hay was fresh and free of vermin. There had been regiments of bedbugs drilling on the bed he'd been offered, and the two rats mating on the pillow had just ignored him.

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As soon as the knight had climbed the stairs to his room; then after he'd come back down with a look of disgust on his face, and bedded down in the stables; he wasn't as stupid as he looked, the 'old' woman named Margaret had hurried home, holding her skirts up to keep them out of the mud. As soon as she reached the old manor house; were most of the villagers lived now, she shed her worn old cloak, washed up, and slipped on a silk robe with fancy gold wire embroidered velvet cuffs and hem, then went in search of her daughter. The result was amazing; she went from ugly old woman, to rather ravishing early middle aged woman, in no time at all. It was amazing what shabby clothes and 'dirt' make-up could do. She found her daughter in the main hall of the manor having a late night snack and a hot toddy. She joined her, taking a chunk of cheese off a platter and popping it in her mouth. The truffles looked good too. Then she filled her daughter in on the day's events.

"What??" Mildred asked, staring at her mother. "Another one? So soon?!"

"And get this; he's the last ones older brother!" Margaret said.

"Is he as a big a jerk as his brother was?" Mildred asked hopefully.

"No, afraid not." The old woman said, "He's arrogant, but not a bully. And he didn't even try to hump one of the girls, just went right to bed."

"Maybe he's Gay?" Mildred said, "Which might actually work out to our mutual advantage. Rupy does want a new boyfriend; he's getting tired of the last one. Of course he, er, she's not exactly a boy anymore anyway. Or human."

"Hmm, I don't think so," Margaret said, "he just seemed to have other things on his mind. I mean, he had just found out his brother was 'dead'. Seemed quite shaken up about it."

"Well, do you want to be the 'fair maiden' this time, or do you want me to?" Mildred asked her mother.

"Hmm", Margaret mused, "that might not be a good idea with this one, he seems a bit more, uh, how should I put it? Competent."

"So, Plan B?" Mildred said.

"I think we'd better," Margaret said, 'if this one is half as good with a sword as he looks he might get lucky, and we can't take that chance. We've got a good thing going here, and don't want to risk blowing it. Plus it would be horrible if anything happened to our dear friend."

"Well," Mildred said, "I guess I'll have to go and let Rupy know to be expecting company in the near future."

"You do that dear," Margaret said, "I'll go back to the Inn early in the morning and keep an eye on things, and fix a 'special' breakfast for our 'guest'."

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Sir Tristan woke up about an hour before actual dawn, and as was his wont proceeded to do a regular weapons workout in the Inn's yard in front of the stables. He was quite serious about being a knight, and took his practice sessions seriously. He went through a series of routines with both spear and sword; a few other early risers gathering to watch the show. It was quite impressive, especially when he cleaved a thick wooden beam in half with one blow, causing the porch roof it had supported to sag alarmingly.

Margaret; back in her 'old woman' disguise, saw all of this through the window of the Inn's kitchen, which made her doubly glad they'd decided to take the course of action they had planned. There was no way they could let this guy get anywhere near Rupert with that alarmingly sharp sword of his, he might get lucky and their whole set-up would go south. So she kept mixing a pinch of powder into a tankard of ale. 'Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble!"she cackled as she stirred the ale. "Hee-hee!" I'd make a good witch! He'll never know what hit him!

Sweating and breathing a little heavily; despite the cool morning air, Sir Tristan wiped his face with a damp rag as he sat down at the table. It had been a good workout, and had helped limber him up for the coming battle. Even he had been impressed when his sword had cut that large beam in half. Not bad, he thought, I've still got what it takes. He eyed his breakfast with a pleased look on his face. The 'gruel' actually looked more like real porridge then the watery goop he'd been given last night, and there was a plate of sausages and some not too ripe apples. When the serving wench plopped down a tankard of ale he gave a contented grunt and began to eat. Being a gentleman he actually used a fork and spoon; his dagger doing to cut the sausages, which impressed the Hell out of the peasants. As he took regular drinks from the tankard his eyelids began to droop, then after a final draught he keeled over face down in the porridge.

"Well, that went well." Egon said, the others nodding.

"C'mon lads", Margaret said, "time to take our hero here to meet his new boyfriend." which resulted in chuckles all around.

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Kissy gave her mate an affectionate nuzzle on his snout, and said, "You and the others be careful Rupy, I'll be so lonely with you all gone."

"I'd leave one of the others to help keep an eye on the lair", the Dragon replied as he returned the nuzzle, "but this is a big raid, and I'll need everyone to carry our ill gotten booty. They should be there by now, so I need to get going my love."

When she heard him say 'my love' she gave a happy hiss, and nuzzled him again, hugging him around his neck, enjoying the feel of his sleek scales rasping against her own, he was so handsome!

"Promise you'll hurry?" She hissed quietly, "I'll be laying soon, you know."

"Oh yes", Rupert replied, "I want to be here for that happy event, we all do."

It was rare that one of his 'lovelies' laid any viable eggs, so it was a much anticipated event, no matter who the father was. It could be him, or one of the male lizards. Either way the hatchlings would be cared for by everyone.

Kissy gave a sad hiss as the Dragon unfolded his wings, and with a roar and great claps of his wings he took flight, quickly disappearing from sight in the clouds. She gave another sad hiss, and turned and went back into the lair. It felt so empty without him and the others, and already she felt lonely. She rubbed her swollen belly, which made her feel a little better, and started doing some of her chores. It was better than just lying around.

As Kissy swept the floor in the treasure room she thought about her rather new and unusual life. It no longer bothered her she had once been a male human named Sir Archibald de Winfrey, who had originally come here to 'slay the Dragon', but had instead ended up as one of his 'lovers'. Most unwilling at first, to be sure, but as his transformation into a female reptile had slowly taken place, that had changed. First he had come to accept what was happening to him; the sex change part bothering him the most, but when the Dragon had proven to be a very considerate; and wonderful, 'lover' 'her' resigned acceptance had turned to genuine love, both for her huge mate and her 'brothers and sisters', the other large lizard like creatures having all once been male humans as well. But the final moment of total acceptance had come when she realized she was swelling with eggs, which was a rare event. She wasn't the only female though; the ratio was about three or four males to one female, which considering how sexually insatiable they were was just fine with the females, the more males the better. It was weird, but wonderful as well. It felt wonderful to be loved by such a fine mate, and the thought of being a mother was... nice.

Kissy envied the others their little 'adventure' to raid the castle of a rich noble. She had just recently finished completing her transformation, nothing human remaining now; much to her relief, and that and her 'condition' had exempted her from the raid. Plus someone needed to keep an eye on the lair; otherwise some of those pesky humans might stumble on to it and haul off everything. Of course if another Dragon showed up she'd run for the nearest rock and hide under it. Humans were one thing, Dragons quite another entirely. Against humans she was a formidable opponent, but a true Dragon would just gobble her up in one bite; or maybe two big ones. But it wouldn't be your 'standard' type of Dragon raid; the basic strategy of which wasn't very original; the standard being to burn the place down, kill everybody, and then carry off all the treasure and a maiden or two to have for a snack later. This raid was more of a grab and run type. Rupy would scout out the castle or manor to be raided, his lizards would sneak in; being able to climb straight up even the most sheer castle walls was a big advantage, find the strong room, grab all the gold and other valuable they could carry; which was quite a lot, and leave the same way they came. All without being seen or heard as in addition to being extremely sneaky Rupert also cast a glamour to keep the occupants of the castle or manor in a deep restful sleep. When they woke up in the morning to find they'd been burgled there wasn't a clue as to who had done it. A few guards usually got slapped around for sleeping on duty, but that was about it. And they were very good at it, the pile of treasure in the treasure room was huge, and was so much fun to play in. Which was about all they did with it, that and play dress up. Dragons; or lizards, didn't go shopping very much as they knew they wouldn't be very welcome. Being big, covered in scales, and having mouths full of fangs tended to freak out the shopkeepers. But another reason was Rupert had a very nice art collection, and collected figurines and statues among other things. He had exquisite taste; his lair looked more like an art museum then a monster's hideout. The bones and other junk littering the entrance and immediate vicinity were just props to scare away less then stalwart adventurers. They had fun coming up with new ideas; the pyramid of skulls had been Kissy's contribution, and it was quite impressive if she thought so herself. Fact was most of them were plaster, but not all.

Hissing happily; Kissy kept on sweeping the floors, quite content with her new life. It sure beat her old one.

She had been so busy thinking she didn't notice she had a visitor at first, until she smelled her, and looked up as Mildred said,

"Hello Kissy, is Rupert around?"

"Oh, hello Mildred", Kissy hissed, "No, he's already left to join the others on the raid. It's nice to have a visitor, would you like some tea and a snack? I need to take a break."

"Well, drat." Mildred said, "I'm sorry I missed him, I just wanted to let you know you'll be getting some company soon. Another knight turned up in the village, and of course wants to come and battle the evil Dragon." Then they both giggled. Rupert, evil?? What a silly thought! "And thanks for the offer, but I need to get back to the manor, chores of my own you know. Margaret should be along with Rupy's new lovely fairly soon."

"Oh, yes, a girl's work is never done, is it?" Kissy hissed, and they both laughed again. So true!

"When are your eggs due?" Mildred asked, the female lizards plump abdomen making it pretty obvious it would be soon.

Kissy gently rubbed her claws across her swollen belly, she felt like she would burst any second. "Very soon", she replied, "I just hope Rupert gets back so he can be here. I don't want to be alone when I lay them."

"Well, I'm sure he will." Mildred said reassuringly, "It's not that far a flight to the Duke's castle, so he should be back as soon as the raid is finished. He'll be so proud of you."

"Really?" Kissy hissed, still gently rubbing her belly.

"Oh yes!" Mildred said, "He told me it's so rare for one of you to lay a clutch, and he loves hatchlings." She looked at the large lizard and felt a pang of remorse, and certainly some genuine sympathy. Quietly, she asked, "Do you hate us for what happened to you? It does bother me sometimes, you know. To see what...happens to his lovers. It must be...horrible, at least at first."

Surprised, Kissy lifted her head and gave a loud hiss. "Good Lord no, Mildred! It was very strange at first, and I was scared. But he's so...sweet, and I love him so; we all do. He's our mate, he takes care of us, he loves each one of us. It's all right, really, I-I like being like this. It's so much more...right feeling. And it's so wonderful I'm going to be a mother!" Moving a little closer to the human woman, she rubbed her snout against Mildred's face, and said, "We all feel the same way, and ought to thank you. At least now I'm happy all the time, I wasn't...before."

Mildred gave the lizards hard scaly snout a kiss, and said, "I'm so glad you feel that way, it makes me feel better. I know mother will be relieved as well. As for the others, they can get stuffed." And they both hissed and chuckled in amusement. "Well, I guess I'd better be going." Mildred said, "They ought to be here later this afternoon. Since Rupy's away it's a good thing we decided to drug this one, he's a nasty customer."

"Not for long." Kissy hissed quietly as Mildred turned and left. She felt a pang of jealously though, Rupy's soon-to-be new 'lover' would be friendly opposition for the great Dragon's affections, but she knew it would come to this sooner or later. As soon as she'd finished her change from warm blooded male human mammal into cold-blooded female reptile his passion for 'him/her' had faded somewhat, but not his love. As long as she had that she would be content though, and she didn't mind sharing him, none of them did. It was just the way he was, he had more than enough love to go around. With a sad hiss she turned and went to the bedroom to get out the cuffs and chains to get Rupy's new 'lover' ready for their 'honeymoon'. It would be nice having a new 'brother'; or 'sister' though. She hoped he'd end up as another female, they could use another sister to help keep the males satisfied.

As Mildred rode back to the manor it suddenly occurred to her she'd forgotten to tell Kissy that Rupy's new bed partner was Kissy's brother. But, oh well, she'd be finding out soon enough. Her reaction would probably be...interesting; Mildred thought with a chuckle.

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Sir Tristan groggily raised his head and stared around blearily. Where the Hell was he anyway; and why was he...naked?? He soon deduced he was slung face down over the back of a mule or horse, and was very securely tied up. Funny, he didn't remember being mugged. And he was naked; though he already knew that, which didn't make it any less...worrisome.

"What in the name of Hell's Bells is going on?" He mumbled. He felt like he had a really bad hangover. God, what did I DO last night?? And why the HELL am I naked?

"Oh, you're awake." A voice said, and Sir Tristan started as a hand gave him a hard slap on one of his butt cheeks.

"What in the HELL is going on!?!" Sir Tristan yelled, struggling uselessly. Someone sure knew how to tie knots!

"Be quiet, boyo, you'll find out soon enough." The voice said again, and he recognized it.

"M-Margaret??" Sir Tristan stammered, "What's going on? Why am I, er, indecent, and what am I doing slung over the back of a horse?"

"Mule, actually", Margaret replied, "And no sense in letting those fine clothes of yours go to waste, after all you won't be needing them anymore. Right, Egon?"

"Yes Ma'am.", Egon, who was leading the mule, replied. "The shirt is a big loose, but the pants are a perfect fit."

"Damn it woman!", Sir Tristan said, "Stop this foolery at once, and let me down! If you do so I may be inclined to forget this...unfortunate incident!"

"Shut up." Margaret replied, giving the bound man another slap on his rather nice and muscular rump, resulting in a yelp of anger.

"But, what are you DOING?" Sir Tristan said, "And STOP spanking me, it's undignified!"

"Why, taking you to the Dragon's lair, just as you wished." Margaret said, Egon snickering in amusement as she gave him another loud slap.

"WHAT!?!" Sir Tristan blurted, "I can't fight the beast like THIS!!! Are you CRAZY!?"

"Oh, you won't be fighting him; at least, not in any way you might imagine." Margaret replied.

"But then, why...?" Sir Tristan started to say, then paused and said, "Oh, by God's Mercy, you're going to sacrifice me to the monster, so it will spare your village! What a vile deed! I might could slay the beast, I am more than fair with the blade, you odious cretins!"

"Not a bad guess." Margaret said, "Yes, we are going to 'sacrifice' you, but not in the way you think. Have no fear; you will not be, um, harmed. Well, not permanently. And, anyway, we couldn't take the chance you might hurt Rupy, you're just a little too god with that meat cleaver of yours. Nice sword by the way, we'll get a pretty penny for it at next month's market."

"And just what the HELL does THAT mean?!? And who the FUCK is Rupy?!?" Sir Tristan snarled, straining against his bonds.

"Hush." Margaret said, giving the enraged man another affectionate pat on the butt, resulting in another snarl of rage. "We're almost there, and all your questions will be...answered."

Raising his head Sir Tristan gave a moan of fear as he saw the bones and other rubbish littering the floor of the ravine they were entering. The crudely done signs were something of a surprise; a literate Dragon?, but the bones and empty ale bottles and candy wrappers all pointed to the lair of some horrible beast, or a university frat house. But seeing as there were no universities in the area it must be the first. He was brave enough, but to be given to a blood thirsty monster bound, nude, and helpless would make even the stoutest heart falter. And his demands, and later pleas, for release were ignored by his captors.

"Ah, we have arrived!" Margaret said, and raising his head again Sir Tristan gave a moan of fear as he saw the gaping opening of a large cave, bones littering the entrance; including a pyramid of grinning skulls, along with the remains of armor and tattered clothing, a few broken and rusty weapons strewn about as well. Then he yelped as strong hands seized him and 'helped' him off the back of the mule.

"Upsey daisey", Margaret said, "Easy there lads, we don't want to damage the merchandise."

As several strong peasants frog marched the bound; and now blubbing a little bit, man into the ominous mouth of the cave Margaret couldn't help but steal a glance or two at his impressive genitals. Rupy is going to love this one, the thought, a bit jealously. He was hung like a donkey, and not a bit of fat on him! This one was no perfumed court fop.

"Hello Kissy," Margaret said as they marched the prisoner past the large lizard, but she missed the lizards open mouthed look of utter horror, the expression recognizable even on her usually fixed scaly features.

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Kissy scampered down the tunnel after Margaret and the 'prisoner', falling to all fours in her distress. She was too worked up to do other then hiss, which was probably for the best, all things considered. What the HELL was Tristan doing here!?! AND a prisoner!

She watched from the entrance to the 'bed chamber' as the man was secured to the bed with the chains and cuffs she had set out earlier in anticipation of his arrival. She was still too shocked to do anything other than nod at Margaret and the peasants as they left.

"Keep an eye on this one, Kissy," Margaret said, "He's a strong one."

Kissy just nodded again, her eyes fixed on the man strapped down on the bed. Oh, this was just bloody fucking awful!

It wasn't until she was halfway back to the town that Margaret remembered the 'relationship' between the large lizard and Rupy's new 'lover'. She paused for a second, and then after considering things for a minute, she turned around and headed back to the cave. The others continued on their way.

Kissy slowly approached the bed, eyeing the man lying on it. He was struggling against his restraints, grunting as he strained and pulled against the chains.

"It won't do any good," Kissy said, "you can't get loose, those are meant to hold much larger and stronger, er, people." She ought to know, Rupy was really into that kind of stuff, and she'd 'worn' the same restraints many times, as both male and female.

"Good Gods!" Sir Tristan said; finally noticing the large reptile, "You startled me beast, snuck up on me, did you!? Well, I certainly must say, you're a bit of a disappointment."

"Huhssss?" Kissy hissed.

"Not much of a Dragon, are you?" Sir Tristan said, "Wings and breathing fire my ass! You look more like a big lizard! Stupid peasants couldn't even tell the difference! I could slay you with one hand tied behind my back, and end your foul hold over them!"

"But I AM a big lizard," Kissy said, "And, I'm NOT the Dragon."

"Oh, just great," Sir Tristan said, "a Dragon AND a giant lizard, this just gets better and better! What are you, a slave of some kind?"

"I most certainly am NOT a slave!" Kissy hissed angrily, his, er, her brother could be such a varlet sometimes!

"Well, what ARE you then?!" Sir Tristan said, "A pet? The beast's little brother? It's liaison with the STUPID peasants!?"

"I'm not a pet, and I'm FEMALE!" Kissy hissed angrily, "and Rupy is NOT a beast!"

"Oh, um, well, my apologizes." Sir Tristan said, "I couldn't tell, not even when you're, um, naked. I mean, how does one tell? And who the Hell is this Rupy fellow I keep hearing about?"

"WE can tell the difference, and that's all that counts." Kissy hissed reproachfully, "But if you must know the males have darker stripes and larger crests. And Rupert is the Dragon's name, Rupy for short."

"So," Sir Tristan said, "silly name for a Dragon. What has the beast in store for me? I am to be his dinner this evening, to be played with and tormented before filling your bellies? And what's with this PINK bed, I mean no offense, but it seems a bit...weird for a Dragon's lair." In fact the whole darn place was...weird, he'd never seen a cave with carpets on the floor and artwork hanging on the walls!

"We are NOT going to eat you, what a revolting idea!" Kissy said, "And as for the lair, it depends on the Dragon," Kissy replied, "I think it's lovely, Rupy has such good taste."

"Well, you would." Sir Tristan said, "You're a girl after all."

With a hiss Kissy ignored the jibe, and asked, "Why did you have to come here, of all places!?"

"To kill the Dragon of course; and to avenge my brother's death." Sir Tristan replied, "And to rid the world of the foul monster. I did not expect the creature to be league with the local peasantry!"

"He is NOT a foul monster, and stop calling him a creature!" Kissy hissed angrily. "He's just...misunderstood. He's a very nice, er, person once you get to know him!"

"He has terrorized the countryside for years, and slain scores of knights and others who came to battle him!" Sir Tristan retorted, "He is an abomination, as are you! Foul creatures, denizens of Hell, Lucifer's spawn, all!"

"NO he's NOT!" Kissy hissed, close to tears. "He's...he's sweet, and gentle, and he only kills to defend himself and his...his family! He doesn't LIKE to hurt people! If humans would just leave him alone EVERYone would be happy! Why don't you just leave us ALONE?!" And to her surprise found real tears running down her snout, she hadn't thought she could still do that.

Sir Tristan was a little taken back by the lizard's vehemence; it; no, she, obviously believed what she was saying. Poor creature, he thought. She doesn't understand the kind of horrible monster she's in thrall too.

"If I were to kill the Dragon, you'd be free too." Sir Tristan said.

"KILL HIM?" Kissy hissed in rage, "Kill my MATE?? I carry his eggs in my belly! I will DIE before I let anyone hurt him!" And she leapt up on the bed, snout inches from the bound mans throat, her eyes narrowed as she hissed loudly, forked tongue licking over sharp fangs.

Sir Tristan was brave to a fault, and as he stared at the razor sharp fangs drooling inches from his face, he said, "That may be, but from my point of view your mate is a monster, an abomination. After all, am I not bound helplessly, displayed for his pleasure, so that he might torment and dispatch me at his leisure? I am not even allowed the dignity of clothing!"

Kissy blinked, then sniggered, then gave great loud hisses of amusement as she sat up, her merriment making her body shake, her tail lashing in response.

"I fail," Sir Tristan said dryly, "to see any humor in what I just said, considering my current, er, situation."

"On no, Sssh-h-h-hsssss!" Kissy hissed, "Its just t-that he isn't going to hurt you, or kill you!! Just the opposite, h-he's going to make LOVE to you! H-h-hssssss! He's GAY! Hss-hss-hsssss! You're his new mate! S-SSS-hss-hss-hssss!"

"Say WHAT!?!?!" Sir Tristan roared in appalled disbelief, "You have GOT to be joking!?!."

"He's going to make love to you, and take care of you." Kissy said, "It will be wonderful. He's so...so..."

"Like HELL he is!" Sir Tristan roared, "I will NOT let myself be buggered by a great big lizard, Dragon or not! Let me lose, give me my sword, let me die like a man! Or if I must I will fight him bare handed!"

"Sorry," Kissy said, "ain't going to happen, we can't take a chance on your hurting him; too many of us depend on him. Not just myself; but his other, er, other family members, and the villagers."

"I don't understand!" Sir Tristan said as he strained at the cuffs, "If he's Gay, why does he have a female mate, or whatever the Hell you are!?" Then he thought about what she'd said, and added, "And there are MORE of you??"

"Well, I guess it might be more correct to say he's Bi," Kissy said, "he swings both ways. But he does prefer the boys, especially warm blooded ones. But he loves all of his lovelies; and yes, there are more like me, but mostly males. Now stop struggling so much, you're going to hurt yourself."

"What ARE you, anyway?" Sir Tristan asked, "I mean, I've certainly heard of Dragons, but I've never heard of them running around with giant lizards! And why should you care if I hurt myself?"

"I'm a changeling, which is why you don't recognize me." Kissy hissed sadly. "Not that I'd expect you too. But we've met before...brother."

"What the bloody Hell are you on about??" Sir Tristan said.

"It's me, Tristan," Kissy said quietly, "I'm Archy, or I was."

Sir Tristan raised his head and looked at the large reptile, its strange reptilian eyes staring back at him emotionlessly, and said, "That is NOT funny, lizard. Your taste in humor leaves a LOT to be desired; and last time I checked Archy was a boy anyway. Now, why don't you piss off so I can figure out how to get OUT of this madhouse!"

"I really am Archibald, Tristan." Kissy said, "Or I used to be, but I'm Kissy now. Like I said, I'm a changeling. The Dragon used his magic to change me into a more... compatible form."

"B-But Archibald died fighting the Dragon," Sir Tristan said, "the villagers told me so!"

"Do you think they'd have told you I became a Gay Dragon's lover," Kissy hissed "and was turned into a giant lizard? A female lizard?"

"That is an INSULT to my dear brother's memory!" Sir Tristan snarled, "My brother was NOT a pansy! If anything he was TOO successful with the members of the opposite sex!"

"I never said it was voluntary, at least at first." Kissy said, "Actually it's kind of funny when you think about it. Rupy really fooled me, first he..."

"SHUT UP!" Sir Tristan yelled, "I will not listen to your lies, you foul creature! My brother is dead, for God's sake show some compassion!"

With an angry hiss Kissy took Sir Tristan's face between her clawed hands, and said, "YOU shut up, and listen to me! SSSSsssss! I AM Archibald, or I was! Do you remember that time Reginald tried to blame me for a stealing a pie from the kitchen, but you told father otherwise?? Sssssss! And how Reginald started to beat you to a pulp afterwards, until I hit him on the back of the head with a two by four, and then after he woke up he beat us BOTH up?? Or the time Bernard and Louis threw me that dungpile, and you had to dig me out before I suffocated?? SSSssss!! It IS me Tristan, can't you SEE??"

"Oh, Sweet Jesus in Heaven!" Sir Tristan said, appalled as he stared into the reptiles strangely beautiful eyes, "It IS you, isn't it?? Oh Archy, what have you gone and gotten yourself into now!!??"

Kissy let her brothers face go, and leaning back, replied, "I'm still me inside Tristan, but I'm different now too, more than just physically. I'm female now, and I'm gravid, and it's wonderful. I-I'm going to be a mother. I can't begin to describe what it's like to be loved, to feel new life growing in my womb. My name is Kissy now, my old life is gone."

"Archy," Sir Tristan said, "Set me free, we'll leave this horrible place! Find some help; find a priest to drive the evil out of you! Or if that doesn't work, a warlock or witch!"

"No, you don't understand." Kissy hissed, "I like being what I am now, much more then my old so-called life. You know what a boor I was, a loud mouthed lout, a...a jerk! Only my status as a knight kept me from being a dung shoveler in some miserable little village. I couldn't see that then, but I do now. As a human I was a failure, a waste of space, a big jerk."

Sir Tristan said, "Come on, you weren't that bad! I mean, we had some good times, father loves you; your brothers all miss you. They were very concerned, that's why I came looking for you."

"I know father loves me," Kissy said, "even though I was such a disappointment to him, and I love him too for all that he put up with. As for our dear brothers, you were the only one that didn't go out of your way to make life miserable for me. I always appreciated that more then you think, but as far as I'm concerned the rest of them can go and bugger themselves. If it was Reginald or Bruce chained to this bed I'd hold them down while Rupy humped them. And the only reason father sent one of you to look for me every so often was to see what kind of mess I'd made, the newest cock-up I'd managed. But like this I have a loving protector and mate, a family, and am taken care of. And I love him, and will give him children. I'm happy Tristan." If they're his, she didn't add.

"Then set me free Archy, let me go!" Sir Tristan said, "I don't want to be a Gay Dragons lover, it's...it's unnatural, among other things. This whole thing is freaking me out!"

Kissy rubbed a hand over her snout, and hissed sadly. "I-I can't Tristan, I can't take the chance you'd come back to do battle with Rupy, and most likely bring a small army with you. And the villagers are our friends, and Rupy would defend them too if anyone tried to harm them. I know how seriously you take your oaths to uphold and defend, and all that rot."

"A-Archy!" Sir Tristan begged, "Y-You can't let me be buggered by a...a monster! Good God, help me!!"

"Y-You'll learn to love it," Kissy said, "It's so...so wonderful, once you start to change everything will be fine, you'll see! I was horrified at first, but then it became all I wanted, I couldn't get enough."

"Archy, for God's sake," Sir Tristan begged, "I don't want to be a giant LIZARD!! It's...it's..., I'm begging you!!"

With a shrill hiss Kissy slid off the bed, and ran out of the room, hands over her ear holes. Damn it; she thought, why the HELL did he have to come looking for me!?!

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Margaret entered the cave again, and as she made her way towards the bed chamber she could hear loud voices, and just as she reached the entrance Kissy came running past her in tears, disappearing down the tunnel hissing in distress. What in...? She thought.

Margaret entered the bed chamber, worried that maybe the prisoner had gotten lose somehow and hurt Kissy, but to her relief he was still secured to the bed, eagle spread and helpless. She paused for a second to admire his physique, and nice big cock. He's a hunk, she thought. She started to leave, but he'd noticed her, and said,

"Why didn't you tell me; you foul witch, that my brother had been turned into a slave by the Dragon!! He's lost his mind as well; he claims to LIKE being a monstrosity!"

Angrily Margaret strode over to the bed, and stared down at the nude man. "For someone in your current predicament I suggest you watch what you say," she said, "I do not like being called names."

"Witch, deceiver, foul temptress!" Sir Tristan snarled.

"Oh ho, so I'm a 'temptress' now?" Margaret said, "Pardon me if I say I don't remember ever having 'tempted' you in any way, unless you're turned on by old hags. But if you like...I could do it now? Under the circumstances you can't do anything about it, and it might be your last time as a man, or a male." Reaching down she hefted the man's large balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Stop that; unhand me, harlot, jezebel, b-bimbo!" Sir Tristan said, turning his head so he wouldn't have to look at the woman's face as she molested him. Oh shit, he thought, as his cock began to stir and grow. He'd always had a fantasy about being naked and helpless under the control of a nymphomaniac, but this was ridiculous! But to his dismay his penis was soon rock hard, jutting and rampant. The woman kept fondling him a little longer, then suddenly stopped.

Hmm, very nice! Margaret thought as the man's flaccid penis lengthened and thickened into a very nice eight inch rod of maleness. She could tell he was trying to resist, and with an evil little grin, thought, why not? She'd never 'raped' a man before, might be kind of nice to feel what it was like dong the raping for change. She let his large heavy balls go, and standing up she started to take her clothes off. She was going to enjoy this.

Is it over? Sir Tristan wondered, and felt maybe just a little bit...disappointed? Turning his head he found himself staring at the woman's crotch from just a couple of feet away; a very naked crotch, her mound and the pink lips of her sex very visible under their covering of pubic hair. Nope, he thought, but this might just be...interesting, it had been awhile. His gaze traveled up to her large firm breasts, and he thought, the 'old woman' was definitely NOT as old as he'd thought!

Unlike Archy; and most of his other brothers, he'd never had much luck with the ladies. Not from lack of interest, he was usually just too busy doing his knightly duties to be chasing after the ladies. Not that he was celibate mind you; he just didn't score very often. And he had no plans on matrimony until he'd made his fortune and settled down. He didn't want to have to drag a wife and her baggage around the countryside either. But then again, he'd never 'met' a woman under these circumstances. He felt his cock throb eagerly. In fact, he was a lot more aroused then he could ever remember being before. After all, one of his fantasies was about to come true, and there was nothing he could do but 'lay there and enjoy it' as the old saying went.

Margaret climbed up on the bed and straddled the man, and he stared up at her and she could tell he liked what he saw though he tried not show it. And he'd shut up, which was nice; probably too shocked by what I'm about to do to think of anything to say; she thought as she lowered herself onto his cock, guiding his penis into her pussy. She had become extremely aroused in an amazingly short period of time, and her sex was swollen and wet and the large thick penis slid between her nether lips very easily. She threw her head back, giving a groan of pleasure as she let her weight and gravity impale her on the rigid cock until her labial lips flared around its base. Odds bodkins; she thought quivering in delight; he IS hung like a donkey, I've never been so well filled! Then she began to rock back and forth, up and down. Oh yeah, she'd made the right decision!

Sir Tristan gasped as his penis slid into the woman's slick hot sex, the muscles lining her vagina smooth as silk as the swallowed his manhood. "L-Lady...!" He choked out, then gasped and arched up into her as he hilted and she ground down on him. Ohhhh God, she's so tight, so hot!! "Oh, oh, ohhhh!!!"

Kissy curled up on a sleeping pad in one of the many niches and small chambers in the cave that served as 'love nests' for her and the other lizards who weren't currently sharing Rupy's bed. It was the one most frequently used by her and the male lizard she thought of as her main mate; after Rupy of course. She wished he was there so she could hug him and feel his slick scales next to hers, feel his claws caressing her. Damn Tristan anyway, she hadn't asked for him to come and avenge him/her! But he was always like that, looking out for his younger brother, sticking up for him, getting him out of the fixes he always got himself into. But she couldn't just let him go! Damn him!! She tucked her head under her tail, body shaking as she cried.

Margaret moved back and forth, up and down, her rhythm slow and regular as she ground down on the man writhing and moaning helplessly under her. She was used to a man lying on top of her and thrusting and grunting until he had slaked his lust, then leaving her wanting. It was so nice to be in charge for once; she thought as she slowed down again, the man groaning. After a minute or two she slowly began to speed up again. Oh, this feels absolutely incredible!! She'd never had a man so deep inside of her before, he was huge!! Leaning forward she gripped his shoulders, the angle changing a little as she sped up. She couldn't hold back much longer, this was the longest she'd ever continuously coupled with a man before without having an orgasm!

Sir Tristan stared in a daze of sexual ecstasy at the large breasts swaying a few inches in front of his nose as the grunting woman rode him. Her head was thrown back as she moaned softly, and he knew she was teasing him, bringing him to the brink again and again, only to slow down, leaving his cock throbbing desperately. Zounds, he'd never felt such pleasure, such need before!! Who'd have thought being raped could be so enjoyable! But he needed to cum!!! "L-Lady, please...n-no more!! I-I...please!!" He gasped, yet at the same time not wanting her to stop.

Margaret was so gone in her own lust she didn't even hear the man's faint pleading request; and she began rocking back and forth, faster and faster, and then...ecstasy beyond anything she'd ever imagined!! The massive orgasm made her cry out shrilly as wave after wave of ecstasy exploded in her sex as she kept grinding down, keeping him in her to the hilt as she gyrated on top of him, the man bellowing his own release as his cock pulsed and spurted deep inside her quivering clenching sex. She gave a loud shriek as her climax peaked, squirming on the thick hardness giving her such incredible amounts of pleasure!! "YES, YES, YESSSS!" She groaned.

Good...God...in...Heaven!!! Sir Tristan thought as his cock exploded inside the woman's pussy, his balls straining as he came and came and... Good...God!!!! As he reached his peak he felt a great roaring fill his head, and passed out from the sheer intensity of his orgasm even as he kept cumming.

Kissy lifted her head as screams and bellows came from deeper in the cave, and thought, 'What the...?"' Then as they got even louder she leapt to her feet, and claws clicking she ran down the tunnel towards the bed chamber as fast as she could, hissing loudly. Had her brother managed to get loose??? It certainly sounded like a fight was going on, and he would break Margaret in half for that entire she was a large woman. She knew that normally her brother would never lay a finger on a female; he was too damn shy for one thing, but this wasn't a normal situation. If he'd hurt her friend!

Kissy skidded to a halt as she entered the bed chamber, and stared in shock at the sight of a very naked Margaret straddling her brother, a shocked look on the woman's face.

"K-Kissy," Margaret said, eyes wide, "I-I think he's dead!?"

"WHAT!?" Screeched Kissy, "You fucked my brother to death!?! You BITCH!" And with an angry screech she charged the shocked woman.

Margaret gave a screech of her own as Kissy slammed into her, the man's still erect cock popping out of her pussy in a spray of sexual fluids as she was bowled over by the enraged lizard. They rolled around on the large bed as they struggled, getting tangled in the silk sheets. Kissy had an advantage due to her natural armor and weapons, but Margaret was a large strong woman, and managed to keep Kissy's claws and fangs at bay by stuffing a pillow in her mouth and tangling her claws in one of the sheets. Then they both froze as a shaky sounding voice said,

"Odds Bodkins Lady, that was...was..." Sir Tristan muttered, then, "Er, what are two doing? I thought you were female now, Archy?"

"You're alive!?!" Both Kissy and Margaret said at the same time. Then Kissy said, "I thought you said he was dead!?!" and Margaret replied, "I thought he was!" And Sir Tristan said, "Well, I assure you I most certainly AM alive!"

As they untangled themselves from the sheets they both muttered "Sorry's" to one another, each horribly embarrassed. Margaret was a little appalled at herself for what she'd done as well, now that her need had been so...well satisfied. She'd never taken advantage of a man like that before, at least a helpless one. But; she realized, I want to do it again. With this one. Then that thought came crashing down. Oh bugger, Rupy will be here any minute to 'welcome' his new lover, and after that he'll be hands off, at least for humans. Drat! Once 'infected' with Rupert's form of magic any human who had sex with one of the lizards would in turn become another lizard, as they had found out by messing around. Just ask Joe the baker who had sought comfort and pleasure in the embrace of a willing lizard, and ended up becoming her mate

Margaret watched as Kissy began to undo one of the man's wrist cuffs, and alarmed she grabbed the lizard's scaly arm, and said,

"Kissy, what are you doing!?!"

"I'm letting him go," Kissy hissed, "I have to, he's my brother! He's the only family I had who ever treated me fairly. I love Rupy with all my heart, but I love my brother too and I just can't let him go through what happened to me! Don't try to stop me, or I'll-I'll hurt you!"

"But Kissy," Margaret pleaded, "He's a knight! You know what they're like, he'll feel honor bound to come back, and he won't come alone! Think of Rupy, think of your eggs! They'll kill you all, and burn the village!"

Sir Tristan was about to say something, when suddenly a deep hissing voice came from the doorway to the chamber.

"Well, well, well, this is certainly an interesting little scene, looks like the parties started without me, how rude! And Margaret, I'm shocked!"

"Shit." Margaret said.

"Rupy!" Kissy hissed in a mixture of joy and terror.

Crap, Sir Tristan thought, what a revolting development.

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Rupert gently caressed Kissy's head as she held his neck, the smaller female hissing loudly and begging, "Please, please let him go! He's my brother Rupy, and he wouldn't be...happy like this! He's not like I was, he's a real knight! He believes in all that honor bullcrap! I know you'd love him, but he just wouldn't be happy, not like I am!"

Sir Tristan watched from where he had been chained to a post, his arms over his head. He was still naked, as was Margaret who was standing next to him. He felt a faint stir in his now flaccid cock, but fortunately it behaved itself. But damnation, he wanted her again! He'd never experienced anything like that...coupling before. It had even exceeded his wildest fantasies, and his were pretty wild. What a woman, so unlike the demure stuck-up noblewomen he knew, or the dim cow like peasant girls he'd laid over the years. Fun to fuck; but other than that, a pain in the ass.

"Well," Margaret said, "you've certainly put dear sweet Kissy in one Hell of a fix, not to mention myself. I was going to let you go too, you know."

"What?" Sir Tristan said in genuine surprise, "But, why Lady?"

"Because you're different from the others." Margaret said, "The ones that came to kill Rupert. For all their bravado and pretenses they were only interested in one thing, his treasure and the estate. They didn't give a rat's ass for the peasants, only their own power and riches. Your brother was like that, but you're not."

"I am a knight, you know." Sir Tristan reminded her; being closely watched by several other large lizards lying on the bed or large flat couches. He didn't like the way they were looking at him at all, they looked...aroused, and he blinked as one licked its fangs in a very...suggestive and disturbing way.

He looked at the large Dragon his 'brother' was evidently pleading with, which would determine his fate. Would he remain a man, or become another member of the beasts 'family'? The Dragon, though a fearful beast, wasn't exactly what Sir Tristan had been expecting. It was large, yes, had thick looking dark green and greenish tan scales right enough, had wings, and smoke drifted from its nostrils in little swirls, so it obviously did breath fire as well. It seemed your typical Dragon, except for its...demeanor. From the way it had acted since it had walked in on the rather confusing scene in the bed, it had acted, well, like a big sissy. It had pranced around the chamber; which was soon swarming with more big lizards, and waving its hands; limp wristed, had evidently been delighted to find a strange human male chained down in its bed. But it had calmed down and grown more serious when both Kissy and Margaret had started talking to it, but still acted, well, a bit like a Nancy boy. And it had pink fingernail polish on its claws!

"Like I said," Margaret replied, "you're not like the others. You look like you earned your spurs to me, and you treated even the peasants decently. That little girl you were kind too worships the ground you walk on now, did you know that? I wish we'd just told you we'd never heard of your brother, and just told you to bugger off."

"So do I." Sir Tristan agreed with a dry chuckle. "And I must say yon Dragon is NOT exactly what I had expected. He seems more suited to be a, well, Nancy boy."

Margaret smiled, and said, "Yes, he is a bit of a shock, considering the normal reputation of Dragons. But yes, he's not a normal Dragon, and takes some getting used to. He's a sweet and gentle creature, at least when he's not fighting for his life and/or defending his rather odd family. Then; believe me; he is every inch a Dragon, and all that implies. Not all those bones at the entrance to the lair are fake."

Sir Tristan looked at the large beast who was now tenderly licking Archy's; no, Kissy's snout, and shuddered. He had no doubt the great creature knew how to use those fangs and claws, and his scales carried the scars of past battles. Even acting like he was he was still a fearsome beast. It was still just so...weird though.

"I-I don't understand your, um, relationship with the Dragon, Gay or not." Sir Tristan said, "I mean; it's not normal! All the Dragon's I've ever heard about love to terrorize and pillage the countryside, and if they do take a prisoner it's just so they'll have some fresh meat on hand next time they want a snack. And did all these other lizards used to be, well, human too?"

"Oh yes, every one," Margaret answered, "and even the females used to be male as well. For some reason some undergo a sex change; Rupy says it's because maybe they're more suited to being female in the first place, so nature is correcting itself. As to how we came to our 'arrangement' with Rupert, I'll tell you."

"Please do Lady," Sir Tristan said, "I'm not going anywhere; I guess you could say I'm a...captive audience."

Several of lizards hissed at the poor joke, and one held it's snout in a 'P-U!' gesture.

Margaret chuckled, and continued, "He showed up about five years ago. He was all torn up and one of his wings was broken. The other Dragons had finally had enough of his 'perverted' ways and drove him out of his old territory by ganging up on him." She paused as Sir Tristan nodded; he knew what that was like. "He was absolutely pitiful, and he just wanted to die. But my daughter and I; and a few of our braver friends, took pity on the poor thing and nursed him back to health. His first reaction had been to kill us as he'd been hounded by humans as well, but he was too weak and we won him over. A few days later some of the lizards showed up as they'd been tracking him down ever since the battle. They really do love him you know, and he was overjoyed to see them. There used to be more, but the other Dragons had killed the rest. Rupy was... heartbroken when he found out, he mourned for days and was inconsolable. Later he went back and challenged each of his fellow Dragons who had ganged up on him to individual combat. He didn't win every time, but they knew they'd been in a fight. After that they left him alone."

Sir Tristan nodded again, his own brothers might not like him, but they respected him as he more then held his own in their numerous squabbles. After a short pause Margaret continued,

"He's killed knights and others who attacked him before, but prefers to, er, win them over by making them his lovers. As you can see, it works. It's the magic he has, all Dragons have some form of magic, his just happens to be turning any non-Dragons he has sex with into lizards. So, after he was healed we invited him to stay, and worked out a deal with him. The old Count actually died of the pox, along with most of his household, so we spread the word the Dragon had killed them all, hoping to scare everyone and keep them away from this area and leave us; and Rupert, in peace. But as you can see, it kind of backfired, so we, um, help him out whenever we can. If a knight or other adventurer seems too, um, good at what they do we drug them, tie them up, and Rupy gets a new lover. And that's pretty much it."

"Good God", Sir Tristan said, "I've never heard of the like! I mean, a Gay Dragon who doesn't like to fight, in cahoots with a whole village! It beggars the imagination, not to mention being as weird as Hell."

"We; Kissy and I, were going to let you go, you know." Margaret said, "But now that Rupy and the rest are back there's no way we can, it's out of our hands. It's up to him to decide what to do with you."

"I appreciate that, Lady." Sir Tristan said, "Archy; I mean Kissy, I can understand, but why you??"

"Because, like I said," Margaret said, "You're not like the rest of those that have come in search of gold and glory, you try to live up the very ideals you espouse. Of all who have come here, you are the only real knight."

Kissy and Rupert talked for a while longer, then he gave her a kiss on the end of her snout, and motioned for Margaret to join them. As Margaret walked over to the Dragon Kissy licked the Dragon's snout a final time, and came over to stand next to the pole Sir Tristan was tied too. She shifted her feet nervously as she watched Rupy and Margaret talking quietly, their head close together, both looking in their direction every now and then.

"Well," Rupy said to Margaret, "This is a fine pickle, isn't it? And what were you doing naked in bed with the man? I didn't think you were into that kind of stuff. Looked like fun though!"

"We, um, had a little fun, is all." Margaret replied, her face beet red.

"Oh, hissss! I'll just bet you did," Rupy said, "Did you ask him about it ahead of time, you naughty girl, you!" Then he hissed in a amusement as Margaret's face got even redder. "Well, that's between you and him." Rupy continued, "Kissy wants me to let him go, you know. What do you have to say on that matter? Sssss?"

"Oh God, Rupy." Margaret said, reaching up and gently stroking the Dragons large head, "You know I'd never do anything to endanger you; my dear sweet friend, or the lovelies. But I agree with her. He's...different. He's what a knight is supposed to be, not just some brigand pretending to be one. Even if there was no treasure, or reward, he would have still challenged you to battle to defend peasants he'd never even met before."

Rupy hissed in delight at Margaret's delicate touch, and dipping his head he gave her a lick with his long forked tongue; admiring her nude body, and then said, "That's the problem, if he is a real knight he'll be honor bound to challenge me to battle, no matter if I let him go or not. I can respect that; we Dragon's have a code too you know, and if he did, I'd have to kill him. That would break Kissy's heart, so maybe it's better if I just take him as a lover. Once he changes he'll be happy enough."

Margaret sighed sadly; she had to agree with Rupy's reasoning. "What if he gave us his word he'd leave, and never come back?" She suggested hopefully.

"Do you really think he would do that?" Rupy said softly.

"Well, if he did, I'm sure he'd keep his word." She replied.

"That didn't answer my question." Rupy hissed.

Margaret's shoulders slumped, and she said, "No, I don't think he would give his word, it would betray his belief's and oaths as a knight. Damn it."

"I'll be gentle with him," Rupy said, "you know that. I want him to accept me as a lover, and I never hurt my lovers." Raising his head, he gestured for Kissy to join them. Kissy looked at Sir Tristan, and then hurried over to Margaret and her mate.

"Nooo!" Kissy wailed, "Please Rupy, don't do that, let him go!! I'll make him promise never to come back! He'll listen to me! All he wants is to earn a title and his own land so he can settle down; he's tired of questing and adventure! I'm sure he'd learn to love you too, but he'd never really be happy!"

"I'm sorry my love," Rupert said as he licked the distraught females snout, "but you know better, he's your brother. If he won't give his word, and I let him go I'll just have to kill him later, and if he comes back with an army we'll probably alldie. I can defeat any single knight, but not an army. I can't take that chance, so..."

"Hold on," Margaret suddenly broke in, a thoughtful look on her face, "I just had a rather... interesting idea. Yesss, it might work!"

Kissy and Rupert both leaned in closer, cocking their heads so they could hear her better as Margaret quietly spoke and gestured; Rupy hissing thoughtfully and Kissy growing more and more excited until she was literally jumping up and down, her tail swishing.

Sir Tristan had been watching this all intently; sweat running down his naked body, and it wasn't because the cave was too warm. He licked his lips as Kissy became more and more distressed, and knew it was going bad for him. He looked at the Dragon, its size made more apparent by the way it towered over Margaret and the even larger lizard. He gave a shudder as he wondered how big its cock would be, and what it would feel like to have it up his backside. According to Kissy it had been 'wonderful', but that wasn't the word that came to mind. More like utterly terrified. Then something seemed to change.

Rupy looked at Margaret and Kissy, and said, "I like your idea Margaret, it would certainly make things easier for all of us, and maybe we'd be left alone for a change. Very well, I will ask him, and if he agrees...well, we'll just have to see. You two stay here; I'll have a talk with our guest."

Sir Tristan looked up, and up, as the Dragon walked over and stood in front of him. While its overall size was not as big as he would have thought, the long tail and neck gave the impression it was much larger then it was. But it was still large enough. The beast looked at him for a minute, its reptilian eyes giving away nothing, and then gestured to one of the lizards.

"Release him," Rupy hissed, "I want to have a private little talk with our friend here."

The lizard hastened to obey, and soon Sir Tristan was standing in front of his 'host', rubbing his sore and raw wrists, wondering what in the Hell was going on. Was he about to be gang-banged by amorous reptiles? He considered his chances at making a break for it, but realized that would probably be the worst thing he could do, and from the way the Dragon was looking at him it knew what he was thinking.

"Wait a second," Rupy said, and going over to a large chest against one wall he rummaged around for a minute, throwing dresses and other clothes into a heap on the floor. "Ah!" He finally hissed, "This will do nicely! Isn't it just darling?"

Sir Tristan accepted a rather hideous bathrobe as the Dragon handed it to him with some trepidation. It was dark blue with little planets and other astronomical and mystic signs embroidered on it, and as he put it on he realized it was a cloaked robe of some kind instead of a normal bathrobe.

"Thought you might feel a little more comfortable with some clothes on," Rupert said, "I know how you humans feel about nudity. I got this off a so-called sorcerer I had to kill a few years ago when he became too obnoxious. I mean, he tried to turn me into a newt! It's about your size, and you look just precious!" Evidently the lizards all agreed, some hissing appreciatively. "Now come with me please, we have something very important to talk about. This way please, the rest of you wait here, and feel free to have some fun if you want!"

Sir Tristan followed his odd 'host' out of the bed chamber and down a tunnel that led deeper into the cave. His bare feet sank into soft carpets, and nooks and niches held beautiful statues and other works of art, not to mention the paintings hanging on the walls. The lair was well lit by brightly burning; somehow smokeless, torches and braziers at regular intervals. In spite of his current situation Sir Tristan was...impressed. Then they entered another; much larger, chamber, and he stopped in shock, staring.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" The Dragon hissed quietly.

Frankly Sir Tristan thought that was the understatement of the century, 'Quite a sight' was totally inadequate to describe his reaction to what he was seeing. It was the treasure room, and the size and type of treasure beggared the imagination. Huge heaps of gold coins of every kind covered the floor, gems and jewelry spilled out of overflowing chews, rotting bags spilled uncut gems onto the floor, and everywhere there were works of art and other priceless treasures. There was no organization to the piles; it looked like it had all just been dumped at random. Except for the works of art, they were all mounted on stands or pedestals scattered around the edges of the huge chamber, and the finest of tapestries covered the walls.

"Well, what do you think of my treasure?" The Dragon said, "I'm sorry the place is such a mess, but I'm afraid we didn't have time to clean up as we weren't expecting company."

"I, er, duh, hamana-hamana, der...!" Sir Tristan gibbered.

The Dragon hissed in amusement, and said, "Yes, it does have that effect on many the first time they see it. Let me ask you, what would you say if I was willing to share it with you, Count de Winfrey."

"I-I, er, um, I-I'm not a Count", Sir Tristan stammered, "I have no title. And what do you mean by...share?"

"How would you like to be?" Rupert asked, "And yes, I said share."

"But I-I don't understand." Sir Tristan blurted out.

"Sit down," the Dragon said, indicating a large fancy gem encrusted chair. "This throne came from the stronghold of a warlord in the East; my lovelies stole it for me and gave it to me as a surprise for my birthday. Isn't that just the sweetest thing you ever heard of? They know I like pretty things, even though I can't sit in it."

"Um, er, yes, that was very nice present indeed." Sir Tristan said as he sat down on the rather uncomfortable throne; not enough padding.

"Well", Rupert said, "What about my offer?"

"Dragon," Sir Tristan replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about, and if this is a just a rouse to put me at ease before 'seducing' me, it's not working."

"Ah," Rupert hissed thoughtfully, "allow me to elaborate. I talked it over with Kissy and Margaret, and we came up with this...proposal for your consideration. The village and estate have been without a lord in residence for a long time; and I didn't kill the last Count, honest! Poor man died of natural causes. I must admit I killed a few of the replacements the king sent after they wouldn't listen to reason; or made them my lovers, but it was self defense, I assure you. But enough as to the fates of your predecessors. My offer is this, you claim the title of Count of Bridesfield, and assume full control of the estate and village, and so long as you treat your peasants decently I'll mind my own business, and I ask that you mind yours. And I'll also 'sponsor' your new estate, so the manor house and village can be rebuilt. Well, what do you think?"

"And the King will just grant me title to the estate...because?" Sir Tristan asked as he considered the Dragon's surprising proposal.

"Because you'll give him proof; eye witnesses, that you have slain the Dragon and saved the day, hurrah!" The Dragon snorted. "I'll give you some of my old scales from the last time I shed; that should impress him too."

"Dragon, uh, Rupert," Sir Tristan asked, "It's certainly an intriguing offer, but my alternatives, are...?"

"I throw you over that throne and fuck the Hell out of you for several hours, and then my lovelies will get their turn." Rupert said matter-of-factly; smoke drifting from his nostrils. "And in a few months you'll be as much a reptile as they are. And you might just enjoy it, I do not abuse my lovelies."

"Ah," Sir Tristan said, "I had a feeling it might be something along those lines. But tell me this, do you really love Archy, er, I mean kissy? She's not just some kind of slave bound to you by foul magic? He...she loves you; you know, with more passion then I've ever seen her show before."

The Dragon lowered his head closer to Sir Tristan, and said quietly, "She is my mate, and I love her with all my heart. She; and any of my other lovelies, are free to leave anytime they want, and I've made sure they know this. What I did to them I did out of love, not evil and/or to make them my slaves. But none have ever left, this is; after all, their home and we're they're family. Does that answer your question? And my friends call me Rupy."

"Well, Rupy," Sir Tristan said, "Yes, that answers my question, and I believe you. But if I might, I have one request, one condition, if you like; IF she agrees to it."

"And what might that be?" Rupert asked curiously.

"I will need a Lady, a Countess, to help me run the estate and legitimize my claim even further. I would like to ask Margaret for her hand in marriage. She is an...impressive woman."

"HAH!" Rupert snorted with a small gout of flame, "She is indeed a most impressive female! On that we both agree. Very well, if she will have you for her mate then I have no reason to disagree. Now, shall we go and tell the ladies the good news?"

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Kissy sat on the edge of the bed and waited fretfully. That big goof of a brother of hers had better accept their offer, if he didn't she'd kill him!! Suddenly her guts churned, and she gripped her swollen stomach with a hiss of concern. A second spasm came, and her vent began to push out and stretch, thick mucus oozing from it. She gave a shriek, the other lizards hissing in concern.

"What is it Kissy?" Margaret asked, her friend obviously excited about something.

"My eggs, they're coming!! NOW!" Kissy hissed in distress as she staggered to her feet. I need to go to the laying chamber, my nest is there!!

"What can I do?!?" Margaret asked, she'd been around human women giving birth any times, not to mention her own children's births, but what did one do with a pregnant lizard!?!

"Nothing!" Kissy hissed, bending over and holding her belly, "I have to do this on my own!! Stay here and let Rupert know, Ssssss!"

Margaret watched as a couple of other lizards, other females she thought, helped Kissy from the chamber. She wanted to help, but decided she'd better do as Kissy had asked. She had a feeling she wouldn't be welcome in the...laying chamber.

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As they entered the bedroom again Rupert said, "Good news everyone, Count de Winfrey has accepted our offer!"

"I have other good news," Margaret said, "Kissy is in labor; they took her to the laying chamber." Then she stepped back; startled as Rupert gave a loud roar, and turned and ran from the room, followed by the rest of the lizards. Good Heavens, she thought.

"Well," Sir Tristan said, "this has certainly been an interesting day, or night, I can't tell what time it is in here. But overall I think it turned out rather...nicely. But there is one more thing that would make it even more memorable." He smiled as Margaret looked at him curiously, and then let the robe slip from his body, his cock hard and rampant. "Will you marry me, Lady, and be the Countess de Winfrey?" Sir Tristan asked hopefully. Her squeal as he swept her into his arms was all the answer he needed.

Rupert skipped down the tunnel waving his front paws and hissing "I'm going to be a daddy, I'm going to be a daddy!!" a small crowd of excitedly hissing lizards surrounding him. The eggs were his! There was no doubting it!! He'd left his exhausted mate curled protectively around three large leathery eggs, two other lizards remaining behind to guard the entrance to the laying chamber, to protect the most precious treasures of all. For the first time in his long life he was going to be a father! Three times!! "Wheeee!" he squealed as he pranced into the bed chamber, "Three eggs!! I'm a DADDY!" Then he slid to a halt, some of the lizards tripping over one another in a kicking hissing pile of flailing tails. He smiled as he stared at the sight on the huge bed.

Sir Tristan pulled against the cuffs as Margaret rode him, gasping and moaning in ecstasy as she brought them to the brink again, then slowed down, letting their peak fade for awhile. They'd already orgasmed once, coordinating that release perfectly, and she was bound and determined it would take twice that long next time. Leaning down she kissed the writhing man, and he kissed her back just as passionately.

"P-Please lady, let me cum!" Sir Tristan moaned in pleasure as her lips pulled away from his.

"Hush," Margaret said, "we're just getting started!" And she smiled at the look of delighted horror on her soon to be husband's face. Countess de Winfrey, she certainly liked the sound of that! With a moan of pleasure she began to rock back and forth a little faster, grinding down, her lover sobbing in ecstasy.

"Sssshhhhh! Shoo, ssshoo!" Rupert hissed, waving at his lovelies. "Out, out , get out, Sssss, let's give the lovers some privacy! To the play room my lovelies, we'll spend the night there...celebrating! Sssss!"

The assorted lizards gave hisses of delighted anticipation of the pleasures to come that wonderful night, and turning ran out of the bed chamber to get the 'toys' in the play room ready. Rupert took a last look at the straining couple on the bed; hissed in pleased amusement, and followed his lovelies down the tunnel. Me, a father, he thought, happier then he'd ever been in his life.

Sir Tristan and Margaret never even noticed. And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

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