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Hello there readers! This time, this cheetah decided to bring you a story with a twist. Prepare to be amazed when you will read about a female human mage who dabbles with shape shifting spells. Pretty harmless, eh? What can go wrong? For starters, she only turns into a male dragon by accident. Guided by her strong instincts and unable to restrain herself, she and the dragoness she was supposed to drive off from the human lands become too intimate for their own good.

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Naya's head whirled, like it always did after a transformation. She crashed on her side, whimpering for a brief moment before she squinted her eyes shut and covered her snout with a paw to muffle the pungent reek of the barn. Her flared draconic senses picked up everything, from the musty scent of hay to the earthy tang of her own paw. She held her breath as she placed it down and wobbled forward to get acquainted with her new form.

Her claws clacked on the coarse floor, making Naya stop and inspect her paws at every footstep. She had strange, stubby toes, with long and thick black claws that curled slightly inwards. And she had pads! Soft, bean shaped pads looming over a bigger, light yellow central pad. She flexed her toes, even poked her snout at them to make sure her eyes didn't deceive her. As expected, her nostrils sank into the soft texture of her pads, making her snort in frustration.

That can't be, she thought. Dragons didn't have pads! She lurched forward in her rush to get to the nearest mirror.

The dragon that stared back at her looked nothing like the majestic being she envisioned. She got the color of the scales and eyes right, and that was pretty much it. No spikes jutting across her spine, no frills no crest, no fins.

She was nothing more than a plain golden dragon; slim of body, with gaunt features to emphasize her bony cheeks, a sinuous neck and a long snout with narrow lips. She poked her tongue past her serrated teeth to catch the soft taste of her golden scales. It was light yellow, just like her pads, smooth at the tip and barbed from its middle half onwards.

She lowered her head, then turned left and right to inspect her short but straight ebony horns. They contrasted with her bare nape, finless cheeks and tapered tail, emphasizing the simplicity of her shape.

Naya scoffed, then stretched her wings to their maximum width. Thin veins webbed across the light yellow membrane, small and narrow, yet strangely noticeable to her slitted draconic eyes. At least she got their emerald color right, same for her golden scales and their texture.

She was a dragon; the shape shifting spell worked, just not the way she envisioned it. Dragons had impressive fins and frills to decorate their heads, flexible crests that became a row of spikes all the way up to their uniquely shaped tails. Naya had pictured once such magnificent beast before reciting her incantation, yet the result fell short of expectations.

Doesn't matter, as long as I get paid to talk that beast into leaving the farmer's herds alone, she thought as a jolt of panic rippled through her frame. That beast was a dragon; a real one, not an imitation like herself. How would it act? And more importantly, how could Naya force it to abandon its territory, only two weeks after it had settled?

She shook her head to dispel her worries, dropped on her side and lifted a paw. Her stubby toes stretched slower than her fingers used to, weighed down by six inches of claws on every toe, yet they were prehensile enough to curl and grip. She winced as the pointy tips of her claws drove into her soft pads and rushed her snout forward to lick them. Her features scrunched at the sour taste of grime, but she kept licking until her slick pads glimmered in the pale shaft of light piercing through the thin upper windows. Dragons groomed themselves with their tongue, and Naya, whether she liked it or not, had to do the same.

She started with her forepaws, continued along her stomach and lifted a hind paw to expose her hindquarters. Her eyes settled on the broad, thin slit parting the wan, softer scales of her underbelly. She had to lick that too, didn't she? Naya rolled her eyes before doing it. Her tongue barely touched her sensitive flesh when a strange, all consuming shudder crept through her frame. Her wings twitched in their joints. Her hindquarters shivered, and her claws gripped the ground as a stifled growl escaped through her tightly sealed maw. She curled her tail around a haunch as a surge of tingles washed through her lower belly for a brief moment before dispersing around her slit. Her muscles rippled once, twice before Naya's head swung towards the door of the empty barn.

"I told you she'll notice you," Tryn's smooth voice came, followed by Finn's raucous giggle.

"She wouldn't be a very good dragon if she didn't."

Naya growled at the two intruders. "Wait outside. That's the only--" Naya slammed her jaws shut at the rough, callous voice that left her maw.

Tryn and Finn yelped in unison, froze in their tracks, raised their arms to shield their wide eyes.

"Dragons have booming voices," Naya said, even though her tail swished and her voice shuddered with doubt.

Finn took a step forward, her brow furrowed in doubt. "No they don't, not the females." She let out a sharp squeak when Tryn kicked her shin with the blunt tip of his frayed boot.

"Shut your mouth and help the Mistress with whatever she needs."

"With what? She's not a horse that needs saddling," Finn retorted.

"We have to help her get acquainted with her new body, stupid. Touch every part of it, make sure she didn't grow a second tail. It's not like we haven't done this a hundred times by now."

"All we did was pet her. The Mistress' spells always worked right."

Naya rolled her eyes at the squabble of her twin squires. Fourteen years of age, and they still did not know better. "Indulge me, and be thorough about it."

Finn dashed to Naya first. Her tattered linen dress rippled in the musty air of the barn, the tears across her chest swaying back and forth to reveal glimpses of a budding tit. Naya thrust a paw forward to keep Finn from crashing into her, but the girl's hands clutched it with an iron grip.

"Whoa, you have pads, and they're so soft!" Naya shook her paw when Finn's fingers slithered across her foot. They groped and squeezed her pads, one by one, while the girl's smile broadened over her dirt caked face. "That's nifty. I didn't know dragons have pads."

Naya gritted her teeth to suppress a hiss.

"She's a spellcrafter, you idiot. She can grow a lush mane if she wants to." Tryn walked over to his twin sister and ruffled her brown curls. She shook her head out of his grip and threw him a glare, but Tryn didn't even notice it. His big brown eyes stared right into Naya's as he reached towards her snout.

"We'll only touch what you want us to touch." He looked away and pretended to wipe his nose on the sleeve of his frayed shirt to hide his blush. "Just like before. To make sure your senses are keen and all."

Naya lowered her snout into Tryn's arms and hummed, emboldened by his pleasant caress. "As long as you stay away from my lower belly."

"I want the feet!" Finn squeaked.

Tryn didn't say anything. He simply shuffled along her left flank, trailing his hands along her smooth golden scales while Finn prodded at her feet with jittery fingers. She yelped, squeaked, giggled whenever Naya spread her toes or wriggled her foot to get rid of the pestering tickles.

"You tickle in all four feet?" She knelt by a hind paw and tugged at it with practiced persistence. "Lift it. Leave no area untouched yes?"

Naya did, and let out a drawn-out sigh in the process. Her loyal squires, two fourteen year-old grownups who still behaved like children. If Naya didn't owe them for accidentally killing their parents when her direwolf instincts took over...

She let out a yowl when Finn's fingers thrust past her pads and into the crevices of her hind paw. She jerked her foot, swayed to one side and flapped her wings to keep her balance. Her tail swung to the left against her will, connecting with Finn's slender frame. The girl flew a few feet back, gasping as she got onto her trembling limbs.

"Serves you right for being a pest," Tryn mumbled as he stroked the base of Naya's tail. She tucked her wings tight against her flanks to conceal the warm shivers slithering through her frame. Her tongue dashed across her snout just as her claws groped at the bare rock. Even through her scales, Tryn's touch stimulated her more than the stroke of a man along her human thighs.

"I'm not a pest," Finn said. She dusted off her clothes, pushed the rebellious brown locks back from her petite forehead. "I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, and unlike you, I triggered a reaction."

"Not the right one," Tryn shot.

"I'll show you right one!"

Naya's lips curled back to reveal her fangs when Finn's hands ran across her belly, all the way up to her slit. A hiss escaped her, followed by the quivering of her haunches as a deep, raw pleasure invaded her being. Finn giggled and increased the frequency of her rubs along Naya's belly, kneading her soft scales with her fingertips. She went lower, and lower, until she reached the fringes of Naya's slit.

She arched her back at that and thrust her hindquarters forward.

The two squires stepped back, dead silent, while spasms wracked Naya's lower belly. She emitted a series of strange growls, squeaks, mewls as her muscle shifted, expanded, grew.

Her breath caught in her throat from the eerie, overwhelming feeling. Her nether region pulsated--no, it throbbed with a steady rhythm that made her blood boil and her limbs to fumble for purchase. Was this related to her shape shifting spell? Naya's thoughts turned blank in an instant, replaced by an irrational and petrifying fear. For a moment, all she focused on was her heavy breathing, muffled by Finn's piercing laughter.

"It's a...it's a..."

Naya whined in distress. Her eyes shifted back and forth when her neck refused to twist and take in the reason of Finn's outburst. She grew an extra limb, didn't she? Of all the...

She squeezed her eyes shut and only opened them when Tryn's callused hands stroked her chin. The boy filled her vision, his lips twitching to contain his smile.

"Can I touch it?" Finn asked.

"Get away from it, you idiot."

Naya tensed up at their exchange, only to moan when Finn's hands latched around her sensitive, exposed muscle. It throbbed again, drawing a muffled growl from Naya.

"Naya, mistress, it's just a--"

She swung her head out of Tryn's grip and peeked under her belly.

There it was. Light yellow, just like her flesh, with a tapered tip that grew thicker up to the ridged base. And it throbbed, and moved, and bobbed! Every time she inhaled or exhaled, her tight meat swung to slap across her belly. Naya jerked her head upwards, growling at the fiery ripples of pleasure that raced down her member.

That's what it was. A male appendage, a member, a penis. She didn't grow an extra limb.

She turned into a male!

Tryn gripped her snout and pulled her into his embrace. "So you're a male. Big deal. The spell doesn't last more than a week and all you have to do is talk to a dragon."

"It is a big deal," she said with her deep, unnatural voice. "I can't control it, and it keeps moving out of its own accord."

"Just ignore it," Tryn said while he caressed her brow. "It will go away."

Naya winced, growled, mewled. As much as she tried to ignore it, her member swung up and down in painfully pleasurable arcs, drawing stifled gasps from her every time it connected with her underbelly scales.

"You're a male. That's why you have a deep voice. I was right, Tryn! Dragon females have smoother voices, while males--"

"Give the mistress a break, you idiot. That's not what she wants to hear."

"He," Finn cut in. "A male. Let's call him Surodar!"

"Naya!" Naya bellowed. "My name's Naya or Mistress. Remember your place, squire." She turned her head towards the girl, a fierce snarl etched upon her snout.

"Don't be mad, mistress, is not my fault." Finn scrunched her shoulders and dug her chin into her chest. "Spells go wrong all the time. It's up to us to fix them."

"What do you know of spellcraft, little peasant?" Naya inquired. "You know I'm stuck in this body for a week. You know I can't alter my features once the spell is in place." She whirled towards the girl and thrust her snout into her chest. "Why ask what you already know?"

Finn staggered back, threw Naya a glance before her gaze sank again. "I dunno. I just wanted to help." A sly smile spread across her lips as a stifled giggle escaped her. "Perhaps we can stroke it until it's empty?"

Tryn sauntered over to slap his twin sister, and Naya couldn't help but smirk at the ridiculous solution.

"I've seen Tryn doing it!" Finn shot, a hand covering her reddened cheek. "If it works for him it works for you."

Tryn lifted his hand to strike her again, but Finn blocked him midair with her elbow. "Hit me again and I'll kick you where it hurts."

Tryn hurled himself at his twin sister. They fell in a squeaking heap of thrashing limbs, each biting, clawing, and kicking the other into submission. "I didn't rub me cock! Demented fool, lying in front of our mistress."

"You did and you stained the sheets with slimy goo," Finn croaked through her ragged huffs.

"The only disgusting goo is the blood that comes out of your cunt every full moon!"

"Blood's red, not white you...perverted...insolent....male," Finn said while she landed punch after punch at her twin's raised arms.

Naya rolled her eyes and settled on her haunches. Her member still bobbed, but at least it didn't connect with her belly. From her current position, she shamelessly exposed herself to her squires, who stood thrice shorter than her and had the big eyes of children.

Eyes that settled on her as soon as they disentangled from one another.

"Apologies, mistress," Tryn said with a curt bow. "I don't know what came over my sister."

Finn appeared at his side, a deep frown marring her smooth features. "You upset because I told the mistress a viable solution. You always assume I'm lesser than you!"

"You are," Tryn mumbled.

"I came out first so I'm the older one!" Finn retorted.

"Finn, leave," Naya commanded.

The girl scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "No. Why should Tryn be the only one who rubs your cock? I want to touch it too!"

"He's not going to touch my appendage unless he wants to pull back a stump."

"Promise?"

Naya nodded, and Finn turned around and left the barn in a whirl of stained cloth and foul mumblings.

"I know you hate fights," Tryn said. "You should've stopped us, just like you used to."

"Not while this tightness distracts me such." Naya shifted her weight from one pair of limbs to the other, but her cock throbbed and bobbed as hard as before. "How long until it goes away?"

"Any moment now. Think of something else other than your cock."

"Like what?" Naya's musk filled her nostrils, raw yet alluring to her female mind. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her squires' brawl, pictures of dragons flashed through her mind. Dragons, as bare as she was, who had but lie down and lift a haunch to reveal their privates. And, to make it worse, the dragon who took residence on the outskirts of the Golden Fields was a female.

Naya's cock tensed at the mere prospect of laying eyes upon her.

"I dunno," Tryn said while fiddling his thumbs. "The mission, grand wishes, beautiful landscapes. Anything but females."

Naya's tail curled around a haunch out of its own accord. "It doesn't work. The scents are too strong, and this appendage is so tight it hurts." She winced as her member swung upwards in an arc. "Only, it doesn't. It feels...strange."

"Like you are about to pee, only worse?"

Naya nodded. "It comes and goes." She growled at the boy's smirk. "What?"

"I know not my dragon anatomy, mistress, but us humans don't stay hard for so long."

A cold shiver crept through Naya's spine and along her tail. "Why?"

"It hurts. It drives you crazy. And you eventually rub your cock to get rid of it."

Naya's eyes narrowed. She had never touched herself down there as a female. Other beasts licked her while in her feral forms, and other males even tried to mount her. Yet, when it came to orgasms, her knowledge was limited to books and their vague description.

Her human mind reeled at the prospect of rubbing herself off, but as a dragon, her front paws twitched with the urge to press against her rock hard appendage. Her haunches shivered with want, and her cock throbbed even harder at the prospect of driving into her soft pads to relieve her urge.

Naya gritted her teeth and got onto her feet. "This barn stinks." She padded forward, growling whenever her member slapped against her belly.

"Wait, don't go!" Tryn yelled from her right. "Your cock is sensitive and if you take to the skies and fly with it while it's hard..."

The boy's words dispersed amidst Naya's lust addled mind. She had to fly away, to breathe in the fresh air and clear her mind from her dire urges.

Once outside, Naya crouched, stretched her wings just like when she had assumed the shape of a gryphon, and pushed herself upwards with a mighty flap. A muffled roar fled her maw when her cock slapped against her belly, so hard she veered left and almost crashed into the cherry orchard surrounding the barn. A few more flaps lifted her past the canopies, and with a few twists of her tail, Naya rounded the barn several times to listen to Tryn's advices.

He spoke of discomfort, of females and their appeal for males. Naya knew that, and more; with every beat of her wings, her cock lurched up and down, left and right, drawing sharp squeaks from her tightly sealed maw.

By the time it fled back into her slit, the heavy scents wafting from the stone buildings below faded into the mellow fragrance of freshly cut grass. Naya flew past verdant fields, over lonely orchards and cottages with rotten thatches, too high for the minuscule humans below to notice her.

She banked left to follow the female's rich scent into the Wilderwoods. The lumberjacks thinned the lowlands forest to mere emerald patches, united by thin verdant threads. Only the hills remain untouched, the fir trees too thin and the slopes too steep for the fat, lazy lumberjacks.

Naya's untrained wings began to burn in their sockets. She sprawled them open for a glide to recover, then flapped again to gain speed and altitude. The ruddy sun of late evening stared right in her face, and with it, another sheep lost to the talons of the dragoness.

It was a she, Naya knew for sure. Her fragrance grew more potent with each breath Naya took, until her lower belly shuddered, and her cock shifted in its slit.

No. Not again! She flapped her wings harder, and harder, so that the pain rushing through her wing joints snuffed out the tug of her instincts.

Not even that helped when Naya's eyes fixated on the source of her turmoil. The dragoness fished in a broad, shallow river, a speckle of Onyx standing out in the mixture of grays and blues and greens. As soon as her paws found purchase on the shifting pebbles of the riverbank and her wings folded, her cock stirred and her mind turned blank.

"Leap onto the upper banks," her suave voice came. "The moss is thick and the earth soft."

Naya merely padded forward, wincing at the jagged stones biting into her pads. Any other dragon had sturdy feet and not those blasted...

"No? Then join me." She lifted her head from the water's surface and gazed at Naya with piercing amethyst eyes. "They're sweet, tender, with soft bones and soft scales."

"I'm not--I don't know how to fish." Naya tensed up at her rough voice, while the dragoness thrust her maw through the water's surface and slapped a fish onto the riverbank with her tail.

"That's for you." She paused to swallow the morsel filling her maw, thrust her forepaw through the river's surface and tossed her wriggling catch near the first fish. "Same for this one."

Naya shuffled towards the growing pile, squinting whenever the dragoness hurled her catch onto the same spot with uncanny precision. The savory smell made Naya's mouth water; she reached forward and sank her teeth into a fish, so hard and fast its guts exploded right into her face.

"Don't bite them. Ease them into your maw with your tongue to savor their juices and prevent that from happening."

Naya growled and ran her paw along her snout to clean herself, but the dragoness was faster. In a few leaps she stood right in front of Naya, and her smooth tongue filled Naya's eyes. She had to squeeze them shut under the dragoness' terse licks.

"Eat them all. You're too scrawny for your own good, golden one."

Naya's limbs stiffened and a growl rippled in her throat when the dragoness settled besides her. She trudged closer to Naya, until her soggy side touched hers. Then, her wing stretched to cover the entirety of Naya's smaller body.

"If you prefer tougher meat, there are flocks of sheep roaming this area." Her snout poked Naya's chin, forcing her to draw back from the sudden contact. "Do you like sheep?"

"They're livestock. Human property. Humans don't take kindly to dragons who thin their herds." Naya spoke the words with practiced smoothness, in spite of the dragoness' tongue gliding along her neck. Naya shuddered, the dragoness hummed and licked her across the chest.

"Disease, wolves, and their families thin the herds. I'm only scooping up one sheep a day, and they have thousands of them." She drew back when Naya snarled, flexing her light grey fins in confusion. "It's hardly noticeable."

"But they did notice, and they want you gone." Naya shifted onto her feet, winced when the rocks bit into her pads and wobbled over to the upper bank. She leaped on top of the blessed smooth ground, her posture low and her wings unfurled to prepare for a possible attack from the dragoness.

"Wanting and taking. One's a wish, the other an action. So far, the humans didn't bother me and I didn't bother them." She spread her great wings, took to the skies to circle Naya several times before landing in front of her. "Perhaps they do not wish me to leave."

"Your assumption is false."

"Not more false than their treacherous mouths." She settled onto her side and began licking off the fish guts and scales from her talons. "I watched those knights stumble upon the bandit camps I laid to waste. I saw them claiming my achievements as their own before organizing expeditions to slay the terrible beast whose wings cast a deep shadow upon their land."

Naya tensed up. "Did you?"

The dragoness lowered her paw to gaze into Naya's eyes. "Whatever humans taste, it must be bad. It's irksome enough to unravel them, especially the metal clad ones."

"Armor," Naya added, and the dragoness snorted.

"A lot of good it does to them, when a single direwolf killed a whole party of those tin men. I'm responsible for that as well, according to them."

Naya licked her snout to keep the dragoness' tantalizing fragrance from filling her nostrils. It stirred her blood, clouded her senses, made her squirm as she felt her damned cock shift in its slit. She looked upon the dragoness, like Tryn advised. Beautiful landscapes and all.

Only, she wasn't just beautiful. She was the embodiment of majesty itself, emphasized by her slightly curved horns the color of silver and the spikes adorning her back, up to the leaf-shaped tip of her tail. Her paws had a light grey underside, and her slim and long digits ended with short, silvery talons that contrasted with the light gray of her underbelly and fins. Her slender yet strong body was covered in thick, onyx scales under which her muscles rippled with flowing elegance.

And she was big! Twice bigger than Naya, who even Tryn could mount without much trouble.

"I laid waste to half their kingdom, the humans said. I burned them inside their homes, stole their shinies, maidens and children!" She stood up at that. "What use could I have of a female human?"

Naya covered her snout with a paw to hide her blossoming smile. "Humans have a lucrative imagination."

"Your paws look strange." The dragoness gripped Naya's paw in her maw before she had the chance to draw it back. She nibbled on Naya's toes, stuck her tongue between her pads before releasing Naya's paw. "They have the soft underside of land predators. The same shape too!" She rushed to Naya's hind paws to sniff, nuzzle, lick and nibble. "Aren't they inconvenient?"

Naya kicked her paw, but the dragoness didn't relent. She gripped her hind paw between her forepaws, rested onto her haunches to stare at it. "It's like a gryphon's hind paw, soft and warm." She pressed her snout against Naya's pads, her hot breath urging Naya to jerk her paw in the dragoness' grip.

"It tickles," Naya said.

"Are they that sensitive?" She let go of Naya after licking her paw one more time. "Exquisite. Hatchlings will love your soft touch."

Naya's muscles stiffened as a shudder crept through her frame at the mentioning of hatchlings. The dragoness noticed it, of course. She released a mellow growl, shuffled up to Naya and brushed her slender neck against Naya's. "Share my territory, golden male with land dweller's feet. It's rich in prey, with few wyverns and gryphons to pester you."

"I'm not sure I'm...I am..." the dragonesses' licks across her neck loosened Naya's stiff muscles, apart from one. Her slit began to throb ominously, and soft tingles raced across the length of her dormant member.

"You are?" The dragoness added with another fond lick across Naya's snout.

"Surodar," Naya blurted out the first male dragon name that passed through her mind.

"Strong name for such a little thing." She nudged Naya's shoulder hard enough to send her sprawling onto her side. Naya squawked in fright when her member pushed through its sanctuary and scrambled onto her feet. Half erect and dazed from the dragoness' scent, Naya paced around, whimpering due to the hard throbs of her member.

"Full of lust, too. I wonder if you ever mated, young one."

Naya squeaked in protest. "I don't want to mate. I don't know how..."

"Your instincts will guide you, if you choose to surrender to their will." The dragoness rolled onto her back. Her wings twitched, and her paws kicked idly at the air. "A few other drakes passed through my territory. All young, all female, bearing the sweet scent of youth."

Naya would have laughed at the irony of it, were it not for the pressing tightness dangling between her legs.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You already know," the dragoness said.

"I don't even know your name."

Her head rolled to the side to face Naya. "I am Sarathra, young one, and I'm on my own. What you do with this knowledge is up to you."

She gave Naya a hint with her flicking tail tip, brushing against her exposed, light grey slit. Her tight folds were slick with pungent arousal, the sort which flared Naya's lust. Every rational thought vanished from her mind, replaced by the raw yearning to plunge her cock straight through the fertile female's sanctuary.

Naya gritted her teeth. She fluttered her wings, curled her talons around pawfuls of dirt, swished her tail restlessly. Sarathra merely thrummed at her efforts to contain her perverse lust. Her eyes were closed, and her snout twitched whenever the leaf-shaped tip of her tail poked at her slit.

This is insane, I'm a female, Naya thought, yet her male's body moved towards Sarathra out of its own accord, one shaking footstep at a time. "You fantasized about mating ever since you first became hard," Sarathra said.

False.

"Always wondering how a female feels around your erect member."

Naya was a female herself!

Sarathra's eyes snapped open. She inserted the tip of her tail into her crevice, then rubbed it all over Naya's snout. She took a deep whiff, enough for her instincts to take over.

Surodar's snout delved between Sarathra's haunches to lap at her slit with hungry strokes. Her limbs twitched and shook under the pleasant strokes, and soft hisses escaped her half parted maw as Surodar's tongue tip poked through her slick entrance. His member lurched in unison with the spasms wracking Sarathra's slit, until he could hold back no longer.

He straddled Sarathra, one set of limbs on each side and his snout pressed against hers to return her affectionate kisses. Their tongues dashed across each other, twined for a brief moment before they parted once again.

She tasted divine. Every single scale bore her rich fragrance. Surodar started with her snout, licked her across her chin and down her neck, until her paws latched onto his haunches and tugged at his hindquarters forcefully. Her claws, pressed against his taut muscles, hurt, yet not nearly as much as the wild swings of his rock-hard member.

Surodar clenched his jaws tightly as he arched his back and spread his wings for balance. He sought her slit with wild, erratic thrusts, growling and hissing when his sensitive tip met her smooth underbelly. Sarathra whined and shifted her body to the side, enough for Surodar's tip to pierce her.

A wild cry escaped her, along with a jet of pre from Surodar's overly sensitive tip. Her muscular walls clenched around him, drawing him in with each shudder. He twisted his neck to glance at his cock, then back at Sarathra.

What would happen if he mated her? Would he like it? Would he cum? Surodar shook his head and scrunched his eyes shut. Filling a dragoness with his seed felt wrong; unnatural.

You're a female spellcrafter. Your name is Naya, and you're a human, a flimsy voice whispered within Surodar's mind. If you give in to your instincts, if you mate this dragoness and cum inside her, it will be your hatchlings she raises. Alone, without a mate at her side.

_Mate._That's all Surodar wanted; what Sarathra's pheromone-laden scent urged him to do. He wanted to mate, more than anything.

His raw growl erupted in his throat as he pushed his member through her tight, muscular walls inch by inch. Sarathra snarled at first; her toes curled inwards, her wings fluttered. Then, she thrust her snout forward to lick at Surodar's chin with eager strokes. She wanted this, just as much as him.

Surodar's limbs buckled as he shoved a few more inches of his cock inside her. Sarathra clamped down upon him, roaring for a brief moment before her walls loosened enough for Surodar to pierce her silken depths deeper and deeper. The clutch of her walls around his member, the terse ripples running through her powerful muscles, brought Surodar on the verge of spilling his seed. Not even halfway into her, and his cock already lurched in Sarathra's grasp.

Her eager licks, her mellow growl, urged him on. Her tongue was hot, and slick and smooth, just like her inner sanctuary. Denying her of it, based on a random voice within Surodar's mind, seemed impossible.

He returned her affection with broad strokes of his tongue as his claws bit into the ground for purchase. His hindquarters shivered as he tried to pull back, only to hiss when Sarathra's clutch held his member in place. There was only one way for his cock to go, and Surodar's peak already threatened to wash over him.

With a mighty shove, he sank his member up to his ridged base.

A feeble roar burst from Sarathra's throat, drowned by Surodar's wild shrill. It lost its pitch with each ridge he pushed past Sarathra's trembling lips and into her tight tunnel, until their bellies pressed together. Sarathra's breath grew sporadic, and her eyes narrow with every lick she planted upon Surodar's snout. Her muscle kneaded around his length with renewed vigor, shattering his last efforts to contain his seed.

Surodar flared his wings and buried his head deep into Sarathra's chest as he unleashed his essence inside Sarathra's clenching depths. His roar faltered with every wild spurt that left his throbbing shaft, and his limbs quaked under the might of his orgasm. It washed through him, a wave of bliss unlike anything Surodar ever experienced, leaving him drained and weak. He crashed upon Sarathra's exposed belly, panting from the sheer might of his lurching member.

Sarathra's growls became harsher the more seed Surodar pumped into her. She wrapped her tail around his, squeezing it tight, yet not tighter than her nether depths squeezed his cock. Surodar forced his eyes shut, roaring for a second time as the wave of bliss crashed through him again. His member rocked with renewed vigor, gushing out the strands of fiery draconic essence that Sarathra's insides craved for. She milked his length with thorough strokes, up until his flesh grew weak and her grip lessened around him.

Surodar blinked fast to clear the haze from his eyes. With his senses numb from the ecstasy of the orgasm, Surodar remember who he was.

Naya.

She growled at the realization of her doing, at the slickness surrounding her member. She tried to pull out, but Sarathra's claws found her shoulders and haunches, just like her snout found hers.

"Remain inside me," she said through her terse licks around Naya's snout and chin. "Ignore the humans. Forget about the territory you want to find." She drew back, enough for her slitted amethysts to bear into Naya's eyes. "Your place is inside me."

Naya's maw shot open, but no roar came out.

What have I done? She thought under the pleasant caress of Sarathra's tongue.