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An outcast dragon in the middle of mating season, Myr seeks relief in the only place he can find it -- with humans. Using his powers of mental persuasion, he compels a young woman into the forest and uses her to satisfy his burning desires.
It’s hard to be alone. There’s no one to tell you simple things, like why dragons don’t like the snow. It’s not that we have anything against snow—it’s pretty, all shiny white, and it makes the neatest crunching sounds under our feet. It’s that the shit is cold. And dragons don’t do well in the cold. I learned that the hard way.
It was autumn when I crossed the mountains. I think that’s the only reason I survived. The snow had receded to the highest peaks and the shadiest valleys, and I was at the crest before I discovered my error. I stood, staring down into a beautiful, green valley, full of rivers and trees and small villages, and—most importantly—no sign of another dragon. It was paradise. And the only thing between me and the respite I desperately needed, was a north-facing slope covered in deep snow and broken ice fields.
The ice was easy enough to navigate. My talons pierced the glassy surface and kept me from sliding, but the cold burned up through the scales of my feet, stealing the heat out of my legs. My muscles began to cramp. Then I hit the snow, my feet breaking through the icy crust and plunging into the wet slush beneath. I could literally feel the warmth bleeding out of my body, each step slower and more laborious than the last, my heart rate dropping to one or two beats a minute.
It was all I could do to keep moving. I just wanted to lie down and sleep, but I knew if I did, I’d never wake up again. Old dragons sometimes bruminate in ice caves, their body temperature dropping to just a few degrees above freezing, sleeping for a hundred years or more, but I was not nearly big enough to withstand something like that. So I pushed on, slogging through the melting snow and icy mud until I reached the treeline. I found a large, flat rock and curled up on it like a cat, basking until my temperature returned to normal.
Of course, once it did, the full force of my rut returned, the desire to mate singing through my blood. My cock hardened, making it uncomfortable to walk as I struggled to keep it from emerging from my body. The last thing I wanted was to get my dick caught in a blackberry bramble.
Slinking through the forest, I found the bank of a river. I drank my fill and snapped up a fish that got too close, but my hunger was not for food. I needed a different kind of satiation. I walked the riverbank, my long, black forked tongue flicking out to smell the air. I detected the scent of deer and rabbits, foxes and quail. None of that interested me, and then I found the a trail reeking of horse and human. I could smell their sweat and the smoke from their fires. I was near a village.
I crossed at their shallow fording place and found a marshy area nearby where I could roll in the mud to cover the ghastly white patches that marred my otherwise flawless dark blue and gold scales. It didn’t change anything, of course. I was still a freak, but at least I didn’t stand out like a pile of snow in the forest. I followed the trail to the edge of the woods and there it was, a human settlement, maybe fifty cottages and farms, surrounded by fields and meadows.
I nestled my long, sinuous body into a hollow beneath a fallen tree and settled down to wait for dark. Waiting, however, is not easy when your blood is boiling with mating hormones. It reminds you of how hard it is to be alone, which makes you think about why you’re alone, which makes you angry and bitter. It wasn’t my fault that I was born piebald, nor was it my fault that my mother was slaughtered by dragon slayers days before my clutch hatched, and was therefore unable to kill me at birth. And yet, every other dragon I’ve met has made it clear that my very existence is a personal insult to them.
Myrrusch is what they call me. It means ‘ugly’ and ‘bad omen’, but since I never had a mother to give me a name, I decided it would have to do. So, I’m Myr, the dragon of bad omens. I suppose for the people of this village, that’s true enough.
~*~*~*~
I crept through the darkness, a shadow moving across their fields, over fences, into the silent, empty lanes between their cottages. I paused outside each small, stone dwelling, reaching inside with my mind to search out the occupants, much as I might flick my tongue to search out a smell. That’s one way dragons communicate. We have spoken language, of course, but when we want to speak to a lesser creature, it must be done mind to mind. I wasn’t speaking to anyone, not yet, just touching their thoughts, getting a taste of them. Searching for the right one.
I found her in a small cottage, a young woman dreaming of sunshine and flowers. Her mind was like an open door, inviting me in. Some humans are more closed, those who have suffered hardship and loss. They build walls to protect themselves. The walls can’t keep me out, but breaking in is more difficult, more likely to be noticed. If a human realizes what I’m doing, they can resist me, which usually leads to all kinds of trouble.
I slipped into her dream, watching her dance across a field of wildflowers, surrounded by birds and butterflies as I sifted through her thoughts. Her name was Victoria, she was eighteen years old, and the son of a farmer had just asked her to marry him. She had said yes. No wonder her dreams were so bright and happy. I almost felt bad for needing to wake her.
A soft, gray kitten appeared, bouncing and frolicking around her feet as she teased it with a long stalk of grass. I watched for another moment, then took a breath and blew out a ball of blue flame, setting the kitten on fire. It shrieked as it writhed in the grass, blackened flesh turning to ash. Victoria screamed and the dream shattered as she jerked awake.
I pulled back to the surface of her thoughts as her fear and disorientation washed over me. Human emotions are strange things and best experienced from a distance. I waited until she had calmed down, and then I pushed in again, soothing her lingering unease.
It was just a bad dream, I whispered into her mind, keeping my touch soft so she would think it was her own thought. It’s stuffy in here. Some fresh air would be nice. Step outside. It’s a beautiful night.
I felt her balk at the thought of going outside, into the dark where the scary things lived.
The village is safe, I whispered. Don’t go far, just open the door and step out.
I heard the bed creak as she got up, heard her quiet footsteps as she walked to the door. She slid back the bolt and pulled it open, taking a hesitant step outside. I shrank back into the shadows between her cottage and the next. Her mind wasn’t ready to see me yet.
So pretty, I whispered into her thoughts. Look at the stars, so bright and clear. Feel the breeze. The air is so fresh. It’s so peaceful here. The forest must be beautiful at night. I wore down her apprehension, like a river wears down a stone, until she left her doorstep, her bare feet making no sound on the dirt road. I followed, keeping just a few paces behind her, as she headed for the forest.
It wasn’t hard to keep her walking, just repetitive and dull. Pretty stars, go to the forest, it’s safe, blah blah blah. Human minds are weak, soft things, so malleable, so fragile. I had to be careful not to get impatient and push too hard. Push a little too hard, and they realize you’re in there and shut you out. Push a lot and their mind turns to mush. I’ve only done that a couple of times, but it was more than enough. Humans might be lesser creatures, but that didn’t mean I wanted to harm them.
She reached the edge of the wood and she stopped, her fear rising up again, pushing me back. I dug into her thoughts, searching for the source of her unease. When she was a child, her parents told her that wolves lived in the woods and that she should never play there. Which I think was a lie. I didn’t smell a single trace of wolf anywhere in the forest, not even an old scent. They just didn’t want her getting lost or falling in the river. Sensible, but it made my life harder.
All the wolves are gone, I told her. Hunters chased them away. Everything is safe. Hear the river? Listen to the music of the water. It’s so peaceful. I gave her just a bit of a mental nudge, forcing away her fears. Soothed, she followed the path into the forest. I could see just fine, but I guess humans have fairly poor vision because she kept tripping over roots and walking too close to brambles. It made progress agonizingly slow.
Finally, we made it to the riverbank. Then came the hard part.
I had to find a way to reveal myself to her without causing her to completely freak out and shatter the rapport I had been building within her mind. Once again, I sifted through her thoughts and memories, looking back into her childhood, to stories she had been told. Not all were cautionary tales or lies meant to keep her out of trouble. Some were just stories, meant only to entertain, but they turned out to be the most useful.
Such a lovely night, I whispered to her. The kind of night when the forest guardian wanders the woods, protecting the trees and creatures. Wouldn’t it be something, to turn around and see the benevolent guardian spirit? Turn around and don’t be afraid.
I held my breath as she slowly turned, her eyes growing wide at the sight of me. This was one reason why I took her so far from the village—if she screamed, I had plenty of time to get away. I flicked my tongue and tasted the sour scent of her fear, but she just stared up at me, her whole body shaking.
Hello, human, I said, using a deeper, firmer mental voice so she wouldn’t recognize it as the voice in her head. Are you here to harm my forest or my creatures?
She shook her head, her mouth falling open. She tried several times before she managed to speak.
“N-No, great Guardian. I won’t hurt anything.” She had a pleasant voice, for a human.
I tilted my head to one side and looked down at her from one eye, as if scrutinizing her.
Are you sure? Humans often come into my forest to cut my trees and hunt my creatures.
“Not me, I swear!”
Prove it, I said, smirking to myself as I took a step toward her. Get on your knees. I added a bit of compulsion, like a caress in her mind, making her want to obey me. She was so distracted by the ‘guardian spirit’, she didn’t even notice.
She gathered up her nightdress so it wouldn’t get dirty and stepped over to a pile of leaves so she wouldn’t kneel in the mud, her face shining and open as she looked up at me, eager to do whatever I asked of her.
Ah, you are one of the good humans, I said, watching her beam with pleasure. I don’t do this very often, but I feel like bestowing upon you a great gift. Do you want it?
“Oh, yes please, Guardian,” she breathed. “I would be honored.”
Very well. I will let you touch the source of my power. It will grant you health and long life and happiness.
I moved closer, until I practically stood over her, my back feet planted on either side of her. Finally, I could relax and let my hard, aching cock slide out of my body. It hung in front of her, a glistening black rod of throbbing need, the tapered tip already leaking thick drops of precum.
Victoria dropped her gaze to the ground, blushing all the way down to the soft mounds of her breasts showing above the neckline of her dress. She might be innocent, but she wasn’t completely ignorant.
What’s the matter? I asked. Does my gift offend you?
“No, of course not, I just—”
Then touch it. I pushed the compulsion a little deeper into her mind, gratified when she raised her delicate hands and ghosted her fingertips over my slick cock. You can do better than that. Touch me, stroke me, worship me, or I will find another forest to nurture, and let this one crumble to dust.
“Please, don’t leave us, Guardian,” she said, doing her best to wrap her hands around my thick shaft. I struggled to hold still as she stroked up and down my length, the muscles in my groin twitching as I resisted the urge to thrust. I wanted to fuck something so bad.
Taste me, I told her. If you truly appreciate the gift I am giving you, drink of my power. One more soft, mental caress and she leaned close, her lips parting. Her hot tongue slid over my sensitive flesh, lapping up the nectar that dripped from my cock. I didn’t understand it then, but I know now that dragon precum and semen is chock full of pheromones. It’s how we find each other when we’re ready to mate—a chemical signal on the wind—but when humans get a taste of it, it acts like an aphrodisiac, making them unnaturally horny.
I flicked my tongue, the forest suddenly perfumed by her arousal, her temperature rising a few degrees, the heat centered between her legs. She forgot her earlier reluctance, running her hands up and down my cock, her tongue teasing the tip as she wrapped her lips around the tapered head, the forest echoing with her soft moans and loud slurps as she tried to suck the fluid out of me.
You please me, human, I said, twisting my long body around until I encircled her. I have another gift for you. I pushed my narrow muzzle between her knees, under her dress, the heady scent of her pussy almost overpowering. She made a noise of surprise and protest, muffled somewhat by my cock in her mouth, but I just pressed my nose between her thighs and flicked my tongue against her wet lips.
She gasped, my cockhead slipping from her mouth.
“Oh, please—You can’t! I-I’m a good girl, and that is so, so wicked!”
Does it feel wicked? I asked, licking again at her quivering mound. Or does it feel so, so good? I pushed my muscular tongue between her slick folds, rubbing against her swollen clit until she squealed with pleasure. I took advantage of her distraction to weave my tendrils deeper into her mind, eroding her will. She was almost mine.
I brought her to the brink of release, her hips rocking wantonly as I drew back, leaving her mewling with need. She reached out toward me, but I stepped away, my stiff cock swaying back and forth between my hind legs.
I have one last offer for you, I said. If you accept, I will bless your entire village with safety and prosperity. Think carefully before you answer—I will never make this offer again.
“I accept,” she said, rising unsteadily. “Please, tell me what I must do to earn your blessing.”
I raised my gaze to the spreading branches overhead, picking a sturdy one within reach. Bracing one forefoot against the trunk of a nearby tree, I sat up on my haunches, my long tail stretched out for balance. My rigid cock stood straight up against my scaled belly, the precum running down the shaft and glistening in the moonlight.
Come to me; let me hold you.
Victoria stepped toward me, but hesitated.
“You’re covered in mud. I don’t want to get dirty.”
I thought about telling her that she was already a dirty girl and not to worry about a little mud, but I sensed that would not go over well. I picked through her memories and found several from long ago, of an older girl at school who used to push Victoria into the mud whenever she got the chance. Victoria would get in trouble for ruining her clothes because she was afraid of the girl, and now her distaste of anything dirty was so deeply ingrained there was no getting around it. With a sigh, I dropped back down on four legs and headed for the river.
Don’t move, I told her, pushing the command firmly into her mind to make sure she wouldn’t wander off. I slipped down into the cold, rushing water, rolling and rubbing against the rocky bottom until I felt my heartbeat start to slow, the water draining the warmth from my body. I crawled out and gave myself a shake, but the water still streamed from my smooth scales, pattering against the carpet of fallen leaves.
Feeling a little sluggish, I returned to Victoria. She hadn’t moved a muscle in my absence.
Good girl, I told her, returning to my previous position. My cock had retreated into my body to escape the cold water, and now slid out again, a thick spear of aching flesh. You should take off your dress, just to be safe, I said to her. You don’t want it getting dirty.
Obediently, she pulled the thin nightdress off over her head and draped it over a bush. She was fair of flesh, her skin smooth. She had ample breasts with dark nipples, and a tightly curled thatch of golden hair between her legs. She waited, staring at me with glassy eyes, not seeming to care that she was standing naked in the woods. She was mine.
I called her to me and she came, letting me pick her up by the waist. She wasn’t heavy, but I had to be careful—my talons were very sharp and human flesh was about the most fragile thing imaginable. Let me tell you, nothing puts an end to the hanky-panky like an accidental disembowelment.
I pulled her up against my chest, savoring the warmth of her body.
Wrap your arms and legs around me, I told her. Hold on tight.
She gripped me with surprising strength and I let go of her, reaching up to grasp the branch instead, stretching my long body straight up into the air. For several minutes, neither of us moved, and then she began to slide. My wet scales were as slick as glass, giving her little purchase. Her body inched downward and my cock strained upward, throbbing with need as I felt the heat of her pussy against the tip. It touched her moist lips and she squirmed back up my torso.
I could feel the muscles in her arms and legs trembling, tiring from the strain of holding on. She slid again, palms flat against my back, sweaty flesh squealing against smooth scales as she fought to stop her descent. It was a hopeless struggle, but I admired her fortitude as she dug her knees into my sides and inched back up my body. The anticipation was the most delightful kind of torture, my aching cock fully extended and still unable to reach the warmth of her supple flesh. I could feel the heat of her each time she neared my cock head, only to have her squirm away again.
We were both trembling and out of breath when her strength finally gave out and she slid down my body, my cock sinking into her like a heat-seeking missile. She cried out in surprise as the tapered tip penetrated her virgin body, tearing through her maidenhead and filling her tight channel. It was the most amazing feeling, the way her inner walls squeezed and gripped my sensitive flesh, her body squirming against me as she tried to pull herself up again. It did no good. Every movement made her sink farther, take me deeper, her pussy stretching wide to accommodate my increasing girth.
Finally, I could take it no more. I ripped my talons free of the branch and reached down, gently cradling Victoria against my body, holding her still. Groaning low in my throat, I clenched the muscles in my groin, retracting my cock until I almost slipped out of her. I think she thought we were done, because I felt her relax, and then I thrust upward again, plunging deep into her slippery tunnel. She cried out, her body arching against me, but I held her tight, pounding into her.
I was far too big for her to take my entire length, but she managed a good ten inches, screaming and bucking and clawing at my chest as she came again and again, her lithe form wracked with waves of pleasure until she went limp in my arms, passed out from the ecstasy.
I wasn’t far behind her, my thrusts growing faster, harder, my blood surging with an urgency I couldn’t control. Dizzy with rut lust, I gasped and snorted, smoke boiling from my nostrils as I drove deep into her pussy and came, shuddering waves of pleasure shaking me to the bone as I dumped a massive load of cum into her small, human womb, the thick, hot cream filling her tight channel and overflowing, running down the length of my mighty rod.
Sated for the moment, I carefully lifted her off of me, my cock softening and retracting back into the safety of my armored body. She moaned as she regained consciousness and I set her on her feet, holding her up as she staggered. Victoria looked up at me and I watched an expression of horror and panic start to steal across her features. Quickly, I pushed into her mind and swept those feelings aside.
Everything is all right, I told her, using the strongest compulsion I dared. It was just a dream. Put on your dress and go home. Forget the dream ever happened. Go now. Her eyes glazed over and I stepped aside, watching as she slipped back into her nightdress and headed for the village.
With one need satisfied, if only for a few days, I could focus on other things, like finding food and a den. I would need a place to hide while I planned my next raid on this village. They had no idea just how fucked they were about to be be, and if I was careful, they never would.
It’s hard to be alone. There’s no one to tell you simple things, like why dragons don’t like the snow. It’s not that we have anything against snow—it’s pretty, all shiny white, and it makes the neatest crunching sounds under our feet. It’s that the shit is cold. And dragons don’t do well in the cold. I learned that the hard way.
It was autumn when I crossed the mountains. I think that’s the only reason I survived. The snow had receded to the highest peaks and the shadiest valleys, and I was at the crest before I discovered my error. I stood, staring down into a beautiful, green valley, full of rivers and trees and small villages, and—most importantly—no sign of another dragon. It was paradise. And the only thing between me and the respite I desperately needed, was a north-facing slope covered in deep snow and broken ice fields.
The ice was easy enough to navigate. My talons pierced the glassy surface and kept me from sliding, but the cold burned up through the scales of my feet, stealing the heat out of my legs. My muscles began to cramp. Then I hit the snow, my feet breaking through the icy crust and plunging into the wet slush beneath. I could literally feel the warmth bleeding out of my body, each step slower and more laborious than the last, my heart rate dropping to one or two beats a minute.
It was all I could do to keep moving. I just wanted to lie down and sleep, but I knew if I did, I’d never wake up again. Old dragons sometimes bruminate in ice caves, their body temperature dropping to just a few degrees above freezing, sleeping for a hundred years or more, but I was not nearly big enough to withstand something like that. So I pushed on, slogging through the melting snow and icy mud until I reached the treeline. I found a large, flat rock and curled up on it like a cat, basking until my temperature returned to normal.
Of course, once it did, the full force of my rut returned, the desire to mate singing through my blood. My cock hardened, making it uncomfortable to walk as I struggled to keep it from emerging from my body. The last thing I wanted was to get my dick caught in a blackberry bramble.
Slinking through the forest, I found the bank of a river. I drank my fill and snapped up a fish that got too close, but my hunger was not for food. I needed a different kind of satiation. I walked the riverbank, my long, black forked tongue flicking out to smell the air. I detected the scent of deer and rabbits, foxes and quail. None of that interested me, and then I found the a trail reeking of horse and human. I could smell their sweat and the smoke from their fires. I was near a village.
I crossed at their shallow fording place and found a marshy area nearby where I could roll in the mud to cover the ghastly white patches that marred my otherwise flawless dark blue and gold scales. It didn’t change anything, of course. I was still a freak, but at least I didn’t stand out like a pile of snow in the forest. I followed the trail to the edge of the woods and there it was, a human settlement, maybe fifty cottages and farms, surrounded by fields and meadows.
I nestled my long, sinuous body into a hollow beneath a fallen tree and settled down to wait for dark. Waiting, however, is not easy when your blood is boiling with mating hormones. It reminds you of how hard it is to be alone, which makes you think about why you’re alone, which makes you angry and bitter. It wasn’t my fault that I was born piebald, nor was it my fault that my mother was slaughtered by dragon slayers days before my clutch hatched, and was therefore unable to kill me at birth. And yet, every other dragon I’ve met has made it clear that my very existence is a personal insult to them.
Myrrusch is what they call me. It means ‘ugly’ and ‘bad omen’, but since I never had a mother to give me a name, I decided it would have to do. So, I’m Myr, the dragon of bad omens. I suppose for the people of this village, that’s true enough.
~*~*~*~
I crept through the darkness, a shadow moving across their fields, over fences, into the silent, empty lanes between their cottages. I paused outside each small, stone dwelling, reaching inside with my mind to search out the occupants, much as I might flick my tongue to search out a smell. That’s one way dragons communicate. We have spoken language, of course, but when we want to speak to a lesser creature, it must be done mind to mind. I wasn’t speaking to anyone, not yet, just touching their thoughts, getting a taste of them. Searching for the right one.
I found her in a small cottage, a young woman dreaming of sunshine and flowers. Her mind was like an open door, inviting me in. Some humans are more closed, those who have suffered hardship and loss. They build walls to protect themselves. The walls can’t keep me out, but breaking in is more difficult, more likely to be noticed. If a human realizes what I’m doing, they can resist me, which usually leads to all kinds of trouble.
I slipped into her dream, watching her dance across a field of wildflowers, surrounded by birds and butterflies as I sifted through her thoughts. Her name was Victoria, she was eighteen years old, and the son of a farmer had just asked her to marry him. She had said yes. No wonder her dreams were so bright and happy. I almost felt bad for needing to wake her.
A soft, gray kitten appeared, bouncing and frolicking around her feet as she teased it with a long stalk of grass. I watched for another moment, then took a breath and blew out a ball of blue flame, setting the kitten on fire. It shrieked as it writhed in the grass, blackened flesh turning to ash. Victoria screamed and the dream shattered as she jerked awake.
I pulled back to the surface of her thoughts as her fear and disorientation washed over me. Human emotions are strange things and best experienced from a distance. I waited until she had calmed down, and then I pushed in again, soothing her lingering unease.
It was just a bad dream, I whispered into her mind, keeping my touch soft so she would think it was her own thought. It’s stuffy in here. Some fresh air would be nice. Step outside. It’s a beautiful night.
I felt her balk at the thought of going outside, into the dark where the scary things lived.
The village is safe, I whispered. Don’t go far, just open the door and step out.
I heard the bed creak as she got up, heard her quiet footsteps as she walked to the door. She slid back the bolt and pulled it open, taking a hesitant step outside. I shrank back into the shadows between her cottage and the next. Her mind wasn’t ready to see me yet.
So pretty, I whispered into her thoughts. Look at the stars, so bright and clear. Feel the breeze. The air is so fresh. It’s so peaceful here. The forest must be beautiful at night. I wore down her apprehension, like a river wears down a stone, until she left her doorstep, her bare feet making no sound on the dirt road. I followed, keeping just a few paces behind her, as she headed for the forest.
It wasn’t hard to keep her walking, just repetitive and dull. Pretty stars, go to the forest, it’s safe, blah blah blah. Human minds are weak, soft things, so malleable, so fragile. I had to be careful not to get impatient and push too hard. Push a little too hard, and they realize you’re in there and shut you out. Push a lot and their mind turns to mush. I’ve only done that a couple of times, but it was more than enough. Humans might be lesser creatures, but that didn’t mean I wanted to harm them.
She reached the edge of the wood and she stopped, her fear rising up again, pushing me back. I dug into her thoughts, searching for the source of her unease. When she was a child, her parents told her that wolves lived in the woods and that she should never play there. Which I think was a lie. I didn’t smell a single trace of wolf anywhere in the forest, not even an old scent. They just didn’t want her getting lost or falling in the river. Sensible, but it made my life harder.
All the wolves are gone, I told her. Hunters chased them away. Everything is safe. Hear the river? Listen to the music of the water. It’s so peaceful. I gave her just a bit of a mental nudge, forcing away her fears. Soothed, she followed the path into the forest. I could see just fine, but I guess humans have fairly poor vision because she kept tripping over roots and walking too close to brambles. It made progress agonizingly slow.
Finally, we made it to the riverbank. Then came the hard part.
I had to find a way to reveal myself to her without causing her to completely freak out and shatter the rapport I had been building within her mind. Once again, I sifted through her thoughts and memories, looking back into her childhood, to stories she had been told. Not all were cautionary tales or lies meant to keep her out of trouble. Some were just stories, meant only to entertain, but they turned out to be the most useful.
Such a lovely night, I whispered to her. The kind of night when the forest guardian wanders the woods, protecting the trees and creatures. Wouldn’t it be something, to turn around and see the benevolent guardian spirit? Turn around and don’t be afraid.
I held my breath as she slowly turned, her eyes growing wide at the sight of me. This was one reason why I took her so far from the village—if she screamed, I had plenty of time to get away. I flicked my tongue and tasted the sour scent of her fear, but she just stared up at me, her whole body shaking.
Hello, human, I said, using a deeper, firmer mental voice so she wouldn’t recognize it as the voice in her head. Are you here to harm my forest or my creatures?
She shook her head, her mouth falling open. She tried several times before she managed to speak.
“N-No, great Guardian. I won’t hurt anything.” She had a pleasant voice, for a human.
I tilted my head to one side and looked down at her from one eye, as if scrutinizing her.
Are you sure? Humans often come into my forest to cut my trees and hunt my creatures.
“Not me, I swear!”
Prove it, I said, smirking to myself as I took a step toward her. Get on your knees. I added a bit of compulsion, like a caress in her mind, making her want to obey me. She was so distracted by the ‘guardian spirit’, she didn’t even notice.
She gathered up her nightdress so it wouldn’t get dirty and stepped over to a pile of leaves so she wouldn’t kneel in the mud, her face shining and open as she looked up at me, eager to do whatever I asked of her.
Ah, you are one of the good humans, I said, watching her beam with pleasure. I don’t do this very often, but I feel like bestowing upon you a great gift. Do you want it?
“Oh, yes please, Guardian,” she breathed. “I would be honored.”
Very well. I will let you touch the source of my power. It will grant you health and long life and happiness.
I moved closer, until I practically stood over her, my back feet planted on either side of her. Finally, I could relax and let my hard, aching cock slide out of my body. It hung in front of her, a glistening black rod of throbbing need, the tapered tip already leaking thick drops of precum.
Victoria dropped her gaze to the ground, blushing all the way down to the soft mounds of her breasts showing above the neckline of her dress. She might be innocent, but she wasn’t completely ignorant.
What’s the matter? I asked. Does my gift offend you?
“No, of course not, I just—”
Then touch it. I pushed the compulsion a little deeper into her mind, gratified when she raised her delicate hands and ghosted her fingertips over my slick cock. You can do better than that. Touch me, stroke me, worship me, or I will find another forest to nurture, and let this one crumble to dust.
“Please, don’t leave us, Guardian,” she said, doing her best to wrap her hands around my thick shaft. I struggled to hold still as she stroked up and down my length, the muscles in my groin twitching as I resisted the urge to thrust. I wanted to fuck something so bad.
Taste me, I told her. If you truly appreciate the gift I am giving you, drink of my power. One more soft, mental caress and she leaned close, her lips parting. Her hot tongue slid over my sensitive flesh, lapping up the nectar that dripped from my cock. I didn’t understand it then, but I know now that dragon precum and semen is chock full of pheromones. It’s how we find each other when we’re ready to mate—a chemical signal on the wind—but when humans get a taste of it, it acts like an aphrodisiac, making them unnaturally horny.
I flicked my tongue, the forest suddenly perfumed by her arousal, her temperature rising a few degrees, the heat centered between her legs. She forgot her earlier reluctance, running her hands up and down my cock, her tongue teasing the tip as she wrapped her lips around the tapered head, the forest echoing with her soft moans and loud slurps as she tried to suck the fluid out of me.
You please me, human, I said, twisting my long body around until I encircled her. I have another gift for you. I pushed my narrow muzzle between her knees, under her dress, the heady scent of her pussy almost overpowering. She made a noise of surprise and protest, muffled somewhat by my cock in her mouth, but I just pressed my nose between her thighs and flicked my tongue against her wet lips.
She gasped, my cockhead slipping from her mouth.
“Oh, please—You can’t! I-I’m a good girl, and that is so, so wicked!”
Does it feel wicked? I asked, licking again at her quivering mound. Or does it feel so, so good? I pushed my muscular tongue between her slick folds, rubbing against her swollen clit until she squealed with pleasure. I took advantage of her distraction to weave my tendrils deeper into her mind, eroding her will. She was almost mine.
I brought her to the brink of release, her hips rocking wantonly as I drew back, leaving her mewling with need. She reached out toward me, but I stepped away, my stiff cock swaying back and forth between my hind legs.
I have one last offer for you, I said. If you accept, I will bless your entire village with safety and prosperity. Think carefully before you answer—I will never make this offer again.
“I accept,” she said, rising unsteadily. “Please, tell me what I must do to earn your blessing.”
I raised my gaze to the spreading branches overhead, picking a sturdy one within reach. Bracing one forefoot against the trunk of a nearby tree, I sat up on my haunches, my long tail stretched out for balance. My rigid cock stood straight up against my scaled belly, the precum running down the shaft and glistening in the moonlight.
Come to me; let me hold you.
Victoria stepped toward me, but hesitated.
“You’re covered in mud. I don’t want to get dirty.”
I thought about telling her that she was already a dirty girl and not to worry about a little mud, but I sensed that would not go over well. I picked through her memories and found several from long ago, of an older girl at school who used to push Victoria into the mud whenever she got the chance. Victoria would get in trouble for ruining her clothes because she was afraid of the girl, and now her distaste of anything dirty was so deeply ingrained there was no getting around it. With a sigh, I dropped back down on four legs and headed for the river.
Don’t move, I told her, pushing the command firmly into her mind to make sure she wouldn’t wander off. I slipped down into the cold, rushing water, rolling and rubbing against the rocky bottom until I felt my heartbeat start to slow, the water draining the warmth from my body. I crawled out and gave myself a shake, but the water still streamed from my smooth scales, pattering against the carpet of fallen leaves.
Feeling a little sluggish, I returned to Victoria. She hadn’t moved a muscle in my absence.
Good girl, I told her, returning to my previous position. My cock had retreated into my body to escape the cold water, and now slid out again, a thick spear of aching flesh. You should take off your dress, just to be safe, I said to her. You don’t want it getting dirty.
Obediently, she pulled the thin nightdress off over her head and draped it over a bush. She was fair of flesh, her skin smooth. She had ample breasts with dark nipples, and a tightly curled thatch of golden hair between her legs. She waited, staring at me with glassy eyes, not seeming to care that she was standing naked in the woods. She was mine.
I called her to me and she came, letting me pick her up by the waist. She wasn’t heavy, but I had to be careful—my talons were very sharp and human flesh was about the most fragile thing imaginable. Let me tell you, nothing puts an end to the hanky-panky like an accidental disembowelment.
I pulled her up against my chest, savoring the warmth of her body.
Wrap your arms and legs around me, I told her. Hold on tight.
She gripped me with surprising strength and I let go of her, reaching up to grasp the branch instead, stretching my long body straight up into the air. For several minutes, neither of us moved, and then she began to slide. My wet scales were as slick as glass, giving her little purchase. Her body inched downward and my cock strained upward, throbbing with need as I felt the heat of her pussy against the tip. It touched her moist lips and she squirmed back up my torso.
I could feel the muscles in her arms and legs trembling, tiring from the strain of holding on. She slid again, palms flat against my back, sweaty flesh squealing against smooth scales as she fought to stop her descent. It was a hopeless struggle, but I admired her fortitude as she dug her knees into my sides and inched back up my body. The anticipation was the most delightful kind of torture, my aching cock fully extended and still unable to reach the warmth of her supple flesh. I could feel the heat of her each time she neared my cock head, only to have her squirm away again.
We were both trembling and out of breath when her strength finally gave out and she slid down my body, my cock sinking into her like a heat-seeking missile. She cried out in surprise as the tapered tip penetrated her virgin body, tearing through her maidenhead and filling her tight channel. It was the most amazing feeling, the way her inner walls squeezed and gripped my sensitive flesh, her body squirming against me as she tried to pull herself up again. It did no good. Every movement made her sink farther, take me deeper, her pussy stretching wide to accommodate my increasing girth.
Finally, I could take it no more. I ripped my talons free of the branch and reached down, gently cradling Victoria against my body, holding her still. Groaning low in my throat, I clenched the muscles in my groin, retracting my cock until I almost slipped out of her. I think she thought we were done, because I felt her relax, and then I thrust upward again, plunging deep into her slippery tunnel. She cried out, her body arching against me, but I held her tight, pounding into her.
I was far too big for her to take my entire length, but she managed a good ten inches, screaming and bucking and clawing at my chest as she came again and again, her lithe form wracked with waves of pleasure until she went limp in my arms, passed out from the ecstasy.
I wasn’t far behind her, my thrusts growing faster, harder, my blood surging with an urgency I couldn’t control. Dizzy with rut lust, I gasped and snorted, smoke boiling from my nostrils as I drove deep into her pussy and came, shuddering waves of pleasure shaking me to the bone as I dumped a massive load of cum into her small, human womb, the thick, hot cream filling her tight channel and overflowing, running down the length of my mighty rod.
Sated for the moment, I carefully lifted her off of me, my cock softening and retracting back into the safety of my armored body. She moaned as she regained consciousness and I set her on her feet, holding her up as she staggered. Victoria looked up at me and I watched an expression of horror and panic start to steal across her features. Quickly, I pushed into her mind and swept those feelings aside.
Everything is all right, I told her, using the strongest compulsion I dared. It was just a dream. Put on your dress and go home. Forget the dream ever happened. Go now. Her eyes glazed over and I stepped aside, watching as she slipped back into her nightdress and headed for the village.
With one need satisfied, if only for a few days, I could focus on other things, like finding food and a den. I would need a place to hide while I planned my next raid on this village. They had no idea just how fucked they were about to be be, and if I was careful, they never would.
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Vivian visits a 'specialty' whorehouse that promises to deliver her every fantasy--satisfaction guaranteed. She thinks she might be bisexual and is curious to find out, but she's not really expecting to find herself in bed with a mermaid and a dragon. Boy is she in for a surprise!
It took Vivian three tries to cross the street and two more to make it up the front walk and onto the porch of the old, Victorian-style house. Her hand trembling, she reached out and rang the bell, and very nearly lost her nerve completely. She turned to flee just as the door opened. A tall, dapper gentleman wearing a gray suit with a blue and silver waistcoat stepped out and caught her by the wrist. His hand was warm against her skin, almost hot, his grip like iron. Heart pounding, Vivian looked up at him.
He was handsome, his features refined and sculpted, his eyes a startling shade of dark blue, but he was almost too perfect, like he couldn’t possibly be real. He wore small, square spectacles and a high, midnight blue top hat, a glossy black feather tucked into the silver silk band and held in place by a sapphire studded hat pin.
“Good afternoon, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and cultured, but with a hint of an accent that made him sound exotic and lyrical. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t begin to guess where he might be from. “What brings you to my den of desire?”
Vivian blushed, her whole body burning as she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
“I want—I mean, my friend told me about this place,” she said. “It is true? That I can have whatever I want?”
“It is true,” he said, his grip on her wrist melting into a soft caress as he released her. “Please, come inside and we can discuss what I can offer you.”
Vivian hesitated. Her legs felt numb. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew this was a bad idea, but the things Gloria had told her...She couldn’t walk away. Instead, she followed the man into the house.
He led her down a hall into a small sitting room and gestured to an antique-looking high-backed chair with floral upholstery and carved, claw feet.
“May I offer you something to drink, my dear? Water, or tea perhaps? Maybe something a bit stronger?” He smiled, his teeth even and very white against his brown skin.
“No, thank you,” she replied, sinking down on the edge of the seat, her hands gripping her knees.
“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maximus, the proprietor of this establishment. I am the one who can bring your most secret and intimate of fantasies to life, who can grant you the darkest desires of your heart. Now, what shall we call you? And it doesn’t have to be your real name, if that will make you more comfortable.”
“Oh, um...Call me Vivian, I guess,” she said. Gloria had said they were very discreet, and besides, they’d see her name on her credit card when it came time to pay. Which reminded her… “Do you accept credit?”
“Of a sort,” Maximus said with a crooked grin. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here. You’re a very pretty woman; surely you have no trouble getting all the sex you want.”
Vivian blushed again, looking down at the carpet as he sank gracefully into the chair across from her. “I have had a few boyfriends,” she confessed, “and I have...you know...with a couple of them.”
“My dear Vivian, I certainly do know, but if you can’t even say the words, then this is probably not the right place for you,” Maximus said, making like he was going to stand up again.
“We fucked,” Vivian blurted out. She breathed a sigh of relief as he relaxed back into the chair and motioned for her to continue. “Anyway, yes, I’ve had sex with guys, but never...a woman. I think I want to—I may be bisexual—but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to just use some random woman in order to find out.”
“I sympathize, my dear,” Maximus said, “but I run a specialty brothel, and to be frank, there’s nothing special about your request. I can refer you to several quality establishments that can help you discover the truth about your sexuality—”
“There’s more,” Vivian said. “You see, the reason I think I might be bi is because I have this fantasy about having sex with a mermaid. And a dragon.”
“Ohhh, now we’re talking,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Tell me all about them, every last detail.”
Vivian talked for almost half an hour, describing the creatures and what she wanted them to do to her. She was out of breath and very horny by the time she finished. Maximus sat forward in his chair and adjusted his hat.
“All right, I think we can work with that. Now, let’s talk payment.”
Vivian pulled her purse up into her lap and reached for her wallet.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said, pulling off his hat and releasing a wild tangle of copper curls. He reached inside it and pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper. “This is our standard contract, guaranteeing your complete satisfaction in exchange for a small portion of your soul. Now, normally, I only charge one or two percent for a fantasy, but yours is quite elaborate, so I’m going to have to ask for five percent.” He unrolled the paper and spread it on the small table between them, the surface covered in fine print that was nearly impossible to read.
“Hang on, did you say you want my soul?”
“That’s right. Just a tiny piece of it, though.”
“This is insane,” Vivian said, leaning forward and squinting at the minuscule writing. “What do you want my soul for?”
“It’s an investment, nothing more,” Maximus said with a disarming smile. “If I had your whole soul, I might be able to do something, but a fraction like that is practically worthless.”
“Then why do you want it?”
Maximus shrugged his elegant shoulders. “Why not? It adds to the allure and mystery of my business. Swiping your Mastercard is not nearly as sexy as selling your soul.”
Vivian licked dry lips. “Where do I sign?”
“Right here.” Maximus pulled the jeweled hatpin out of the silk band and pointed to a blank space at the bottom of the contract. She reached out to pick up the pen lying on the table and with a flick of his wrist, Maximus stabbed the tip of the hatpin into her finger.
“Ouch!” she said, jerking back, but it was too late. A large, dark drop of blood dripped onto the paper, hissing and smoking as it crawled across the page, scrawling her name in an elegant script.
“Thank you very much, my dear,” Maximus said, returning the pin to his hat and the hat to his head. He rolled up the contract and tucked it inside his jacket, then reached out for her hand as he rose to his feet. “Now, if you’ll follow me, your erotic fantasy is about to begin.”
In a daze, Vivian followed him up a flight of winding stairs to the second floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about her blood on the contract, the way her name had written itself on the paper. If that was a trick, it was a damn good one, but an uneasy weight in the pit of her stomach had her struggling desperately to explain how such a thing could be possible. Was she drugged and hallucinating? She had refused the drink he’d offered. Perhaps she was hypnotized and imagining things. She didn’t remember being put into a trance, but he might have instructed her not to remember. That seemed the most likely explanation, and she clung to it for the sake of her sanity.
“This is our master suite,” Maximus said, stopping outside an ordinary looking bedroom door. “Within, you will find everything that you desire. Just remember, this is your fantasy, and nothing can harm you. When you are ready, enter and enjoy.” He gave her a small, knowing smile and stepped back from the door.
As nervous as she was, Vivian could not deny her own curiosity. As far as showmanship went, this place was a ten, and when she reached out and opened the door, she almost believed there would be a mermaid and a dragon waiting on the other side.
She stepped into the room, at once overwhelmed by the stately beauty of the antique bed and the fine furnishings, and at the same time, disappointed to find it empty. She felt silly for hoping for the impossible and flopped down on the huge bed with a gusty sigh.
Splash!
Vivian sat bolt upright, her heart pounding, as something made a loud splashing sound in the adjoining bathroom.
“Hello?” she called. “Is someone there?”
A feminine voice giggled and answered, “Why don’t you come and see for yourself?”
Vivian closed her eyes and took a bracing breath. “It’s not real,” she whispered, then rose from the bed and marched into the bathroom, determined to see through the illusion and not be fooled by Maximus’ cheap tricks. That determination lasted all of three seconds once she stepped through the doorway and feasted her eyes upon the dusky mermaid lounging in the huge, claw-footed bathtub.
Hair as black as night spilled over bare, golden-brown shoulders, her wet skin gleaming as she draped her arms gracefully over the rim of the bath, the water lapping against her full breasts as her tail swished back and forth. From the waist up, she was the most beautiful woman, and from the hips down, she was a sleek, iridescent fish, her scales and fins shimmering with blue and green and gold.
“Hello there, human female,” the mermaid said, her dark eyes moving down Vivian’s body. “I am Mariana, Queen of the Depths. And who might you be?”
“V-Vivian,” she whispered.
Queen Mariana regarded her for a moment. “Well, Vivian?” she asked finally. “Are you going to attend me or not? I need to be bathed.”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, snapping out of her daze and deciding to play along. This was much more creative than what she had described to Maximus. Trembling inside, she approached the tub, devouring every inch of supple flesh and gauzy fin. Grasping the soap, she leaned over the tub, dipped her hands into the warm water, and began to wash the mermaid’s arm.
Splash!
Vivian gasped as a flick of that powerful tail drenched her from head to toe. Shocked, she stood dripping on the tile floor, not sure what to do.
“I’m sorry, did I get you wet?” the Queen asked. “Better take those off so they can dry.”
Suddenly self-conscious, Vivian turned her back to the tub and began to remove her clothes. She stripped down to her bra and panties, then turned back, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She knew she was in shape and not bad to look at, but compared to the mermaid, she was just a dowdy old frump with too much belly and not enough boobs.
“Oh, my, what lovely legs you have,” Queen Mariana said, leaning on the edge of the tub to get a closer look.
“Really?” Vivian said, looking down. Her thighs were too thick, her knees knobby, and she had faded scars on one shin from a bicycle accident in college.
“Oh, yes. Come here so I may touch them.”
Vivian stepped closer as the mermaid reached out, trailing slender fingers over Vivian’s skin, sending a flash of hot desire through Vivian’s body. She wanted to feel those elegant hands all over her, and she shivered as soft fingertips slid up her inner thigh and brushed against the silky material of her panties.
“Why, these are wet, too,” Queen Mariana said, hooking her fingers into the lace waistband and pulling Vivian’s panties down. “You are dripping wet and shivering, my dear. Come into the tub with me and warm up.”
Vivian needed no second invitation. Sitting on the edge, she swung her legs over, intending to sit down by the mermaid’s tail, where there was plenty of room in the over-sized tub, but Queen Mariana had other ideas. Grabbing Vivian by the hips, she pulled her into the water, on top of herself, until Vivian was kneeling astride that supple fish tail, the smooth, slippery scales pressed against her inner thighs.
“We don’t want this to get wet, either,” the Queen said, unfastening Vivian’s bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Vivian watched it sail through the air and land on the tiled floor. “That’s much better, isn’t it? Such nice tits should not be covered and restrained. They should be worshiped and enjoyed.” Vivian gasped as warm, soft hands cupped her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and teasing her nipples into hard points.
Suddenly, the Queen stopped. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think my tits are nice enough to be worshiped, too?”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, pressing her hands to the wet, warm skin. Hesitantly at first, she caressed the firm mounds, but as Queen Mariana moaned and arched her body into Vivian’s hands, her confidence increased. She teased the mermaid’s dark nipples, rolling the pebbled flesh between her finger and thumb. “Please, my Queen,” she asked breathlessly, “may I kiss you?”
In answer, Queen Mariana raised her head and captured Vivian’s lips in a hungry kiss. Vivian’s head spun, her body burning with desire. It was everything she had imagined, and more, the sensation of being touched by a female hand both foreign and exciting, as well as familiar and comforting.
Tongues tangling, Vivian closed her eyes, moaning as that soft hand left her breast, sliding down wet skin to tug and tease Vivian’s neatly trimmed curls. She gasped as the mermaid stroked her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive mound before slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and tracing a slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Panting, Vivian rocked her hips, the water sloshing all around them and splashing out onto the floor as she ground against Queen Mariana’s hand. Pulling back, the mermaid laughed.
“Perhaps we should move this someplace dryer, before we flood the entire house.”
“Can you do that?” Vivian asked, breathless as she continued to stroke the Queen’s perfect breasts. “Leave the water, I mean?”
“Of course,” she replied. “When dry, my fins become legs, although not nearly as shapely as yours.” Beneath the water, she caressed one of Vivian’s thighs, her hand creeping around to grip and knead her firm ass.
“Mmm, I should probably find some towels, then,” Vivian moaned, reluctant to leave the tub.
“I saw some in the bedroom, on the dresser.”
Still, Vivian didn’t move. The water was warm and Queen Mariana’s skin was so soft. After a moment, the mermaid leaned close and whispered in Vivian’s ear.
“Once I have legs, I’ll let you taste my pussy.”
Vivian shot out of the water and scrambled over the edge of the tub so fast her wet feet nearly went sliding out from under her. The mermaid laughed, a lilting, musical sound, as Vivian ran stark-naked from the room, the chill air raising goosebumps along her bare body. She rushed toward the dresser, where a tall stack of fluffy towels waited, but stopped dead as something long and dark and sinuous slithered across the floor in front of her.
Heart pounding, she turned toward the bed, and came face to face with a huge, red-brown dragon draped across the mattress. Orange eyes flickering like live coals stared back at her from a deep-set skull covered in scales and spikes and twisting horns. The beast had a long neck and tail, and a muscular body in between, with a pair of large, leathery wings folded against its back.
“There you are,” the dragon said, small curls of smoke rising up from its nostrils. “You know, it’s not wise to keep a dragon waiting. It doesn’t take long to go from horny to hungry.” A long black tongue slid out of the dragon’s mouth, the forked tip flicking in the air.
“I-I’m sorry,” Vivian stammered. “I didn’t know you were waiting. I was with Queen Mariana—”
The dragon snorted, singeing the bedspread as flames erupted from its nostrils. “That overgrown trout is no queen! Where is she? I’ll turn her into sushi.” It started to get up, the bed frame creaking and groaning beneath its weight.
“I think she left already,” Vivian said, stepping away from the bathroom door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” the dragon said sulkily as it lay back down. “I am Fyre, Terror of the Skies, Devourer of Souls, the flame that burns forever.”
Behind her, in the bathroom, Vivian thought she heard a soft splash and what sounded like someone muttering, “Oh, brother,” but she couldn’t be sure.
“I’m very humbled to meet you,” she said. “Forgive me, but are you a male dragon, or a female?”
“Can’t you tell?” Fyre said with another snort. “Of course you can’t. Humans are such ignorant, blind little creatures. I am female, as you could plainly tell if you bothered to look.” She rolled onto her side and raised her hind leg, exposing her scaled underbelly. Down between her legs, at the base of her tail, there was a slight bulge, the glossy scales creased and dimpled, forming a slit in her armored hide.
“Oh, of course,” Vivian said. “I see now. How silly of me.”
“Good, now what that’s cleared up, don’t just stand there,” Fyre said. “Come here.”
Cautiously, Vivian moved closer, stepping over the end of the snake-like tail. She stopped at the corner of the bed. “What would you like me to do?”
With a flick of her powerful tail, Fyre sent Vivian sprawling on her face upon the bed.
“I would like you to to do as I say the first time,” the dragon said testily. “I said come here.”
Wary of the tail, Vivian crawled onto the bed beside the dragon.
“Now, rub your hand along my cloaca.”
Vivian reached out, her fingers hovering over the slit in the dragon’s scales. “Here?”
“Yes, there. Rub hard. Ohhh, just like that.”
The scales were smooth and warm and softer than Vivian had imagined, more like flexible plastic, giving as she pressed against the dragon’s slit. Thick, clear fluid welled up, slicking her fingers, as the slight bulge began to swell. Vivian gasped, pulling her hand back, as the scales gaped open, revealing slick, pink flesh within. It looked a lot like a human pussy, only about three times bigger.
“What is this?” Vivian asked, hesitantly rubbing a large nub of dark flesh that hardened at her touch.
“What do you think it is?” Fyre replied, her voice tight. “Quit asking stupid questions and just suck on it.”
“Oh, right,” Vivian said, her cheeks heating up as she blushed. She’d been so fascinated by the dragon, she’d forgotten she was naked in bed with the creature. On her hands and knees, she leaned in, pressing her face against that slick slit and wrapping her lips around the dragon’s giant clit. It nearly filled her moth, hot and throbbing against her tongue, the taste sweet. She sucked, flicking her tongue against it, and was gratified to hear Fyre moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” the dragon gasped. “Now, fuck me. Use your hand.”
Vivian lifted her head, licking the sweetness from her lips as she slid her fingers into the dragon’s slit, finding her tight tunnel and pushing inside. Walls of muscle gripped her hand, squeezing and contracting, trying to pull her deeper. She shoved, sinking her arm into the dragon’s vagina. Beneath her, Fyre shuddered with pleasure.
This is so fucking hot, she thought, bending her head and devouring Fyre’s clit once more.
“Oh, yes! Fuck yes!” Fyre exclaimed. “You wicked girl. Let’s see how you like it.”
Before Vivian could decide what the dragon meant by that, she felt something slick and solid slide between her thighs and rub against her hot nether lips. She glanced back as Fyre pressed her scaled nose against Vivian’s ass, her long, muscular tongue lapping at Vivian’s pussy.
Moaning low in her throat, Vivian spread her legs wider and tried to concentrate on what she was doing, her tongue teasing that giant bundle of nerves and licking up the sweet, slippery fluid that flowed like nectar. Fyre licked harder, plunging between her lips and assaulting her clit until she was shaking, her hips jerking as she flew toward the precipice of orgasm.
Suddenly, the dragon pulled back, leaving her pussy cold and aching. Vivian raised her head to see what was going on, just as that wicked forked tongue thrust between her lips and deep into her tight tunnel. Vivian cried out, her body stretched and filled by that solid rod of muscle, as big as any cock she’d known. But unlike a cock, hammering blindly into her, Fyre’s tongue writhed and curled and sought out the places that made her shudder and twitch and scream as the orgasm thundered through her.
“Who is making all the noise out here?” asked a familiar voice, and Vivian raised her head, pulling her hand out of the dragon’s passage as Queen Mariana strode out of the bathroom on a pair of slender legs that flashed and shimmered, covered in blue, green, and gold scales up to her narrow waist. Even out of the water, her bare breasts defied gravity. “You!” the mermaid said, pointing at the dragon. “What are you doing with my human, you inflated lizard?”
Fyre withdrew her tongue from Vivian’s pussy, making her shudder and moan.
“Your human?” the dragon said, black smoke curling up from her nostrils. “This one is mine! Go back to your pond before I fry you to a crisp and serve you with chips!” She spat a burst of flame into the room, leaving soot-marks on the ceiling.
“You just try it,” the Queen said. “I’ll have your scaly hide for boots!”
“Ladies, please!” Vivian said, before things could get ugly. “This is my fantasy and I’ll have no more fighting.”
“Fine,” the mermaid said, crossing her arms over her breasts, “then tell this overgrown reptile to get lost.”
“Better yet,” said Fyre, “tell that screeching catfish to take a swim!”
Vivian looked back and forth between the two, utterly torn. This wasn’t part of her fantasy. She shouldn’t have to choose.
“Well?” Queen Mariana demanded. “Which one of us do you want to stay?”
“Both of you?” Vivian said in a small voice.
The dragon cocked her head to look down at Vivian. “Are you asking, or telling?”
“Um...telling. I want both of you.”
Queen Mariana let her lips quirk into a small smile. “Good choice, human. I had a feeling you’d be fun to play with. Now, get away from that overweight alligator’s flabby snatch and come see what royal twat tastes like.”
“Royal!” Fyre roared with laughter, rattling the windows in their casings. “You’re about as royal as the dump I took last week. Your father was an eel and your mother whored herself down on the docks to any sailor with a quarter.”
The mermaid gasped, her lovely face lined with sorrow at the dragon’s cruel words, and she turned away, covering her face with her hands.
“Now look what you did,” Vivian said, climbing off the bed and rushing to Queen Mariana’s side. She put her arm around the mermaid’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t cry, Your Highness. I don’t care what she says, you are a Queen to me.”
Queen Mariana quickly dried her tears, leaving her just as lovely as before.
“That’s kind of you to say, but it would be even more convincing if you were on your knees.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Vivian said, sinking down in front of the mermaid, her scale-covered pussy right in front of Vivian’s face. She had a faint odor of fish and brine, like the sea, but not unpleasant. Leaning forward, Vivian used her fingers to part the scaly folds and reveal the soft, pink pearl within.
“Oh, my! Oh, yes!” Queen Mariana gasped as Vivian devoured her pussy, licking and sucking on her salty clit until it was hard and throbbing against her tongue. “Stop, stop!” the mermaid said suddenly, her hand pushing against Vivian’s shoulder. “My knees feel like they’re about to buckle. I need to lie down.”
She staggered and Vivian jumped up, leading her over to the bed, but instead of lying upon it, she pushed Vivian down onto her back and climbed on top of her, her knees next to Vivian’s shoulders and her gaping pussy inches above her face. Vivian gasped as the mermaid slid her hand between Vivian’s thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Knees bent and heels dug into the mattress, Vivian fought the urge to rock her hips as Queen Mariana rubbed against her wet mound, nimble fingers parting her lips and a wicked tongue delving inside to tease Vivian’s aching clit.
Wrapping her arms around Queen Mariana’s slender hips, Vivian lifted her head and began to feast on the mermaid’s juicy snatch once more, their moans and slurps filling the room.
“I see you forgot about me,” Fyre said sullenly. “Maybe this will remind you.”
Vivian cried out, her body bucking as the dragon’s long tongue thrust between her legs once more, plunging deep into her womb, filling her passage with hot, hard muscle. She clenched around it, quaking with pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Not to be outdone, apparently, Queen Mariana flicked her tongue against Vivian’s clit until she was shaking, an orgasm like a freight train barreling through her. She cried out, hips jerking as she came, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her until she thought she was going to pass out. She tried to twist away from the industrious tongues, to close her legs and protect her shuddering body, but the mermaid held her down, the dragon’s head between her thighs.
“Please,” Vivian gasped. “No more, please!”
But they weren’t listening, or if they heard her, they didn’t care. Queen Mariana swirled her tongue around Vivian’s clit, sucking hard on the throbbing nub, and Fyre’s tongue plunged into her quaking, clenching passage like a piston of flesh, the wicked forked tip ticking deep inside of her. Vivian squirmed beneath their relentless assault, her hands clutching at the bed as they drove her toward the edge of another thunderous orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” She screamed, hips bucking and toes curling as the hurricane within her made landfall. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on for dear life, riding each wild wave that crashed over her, tossing her on a sea of ecstasy.
When the storm finally subsided, Vivian lay gasping, muscles twitching as echoes of her orgasm shuddered through her. She opened her eyes, shocked to discover that she was alone. Well, almost.
“So, my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” Maximus leaned over the bed, grinning down at Vivian. She bit back a scream as she scrambled off the bed, trying to cover herself as she looked around for her clothes before remembering that she’d left them in the bathroom.
“Relax, I have no interest in your body,” Maximus said, grabbing one of the large bath towels off the dresser and tossing it to her. “I’m only interested in one thing—are you satisfied with your encounter?”
Vivian wrapped the towel around herself, her inner thighs slippery, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks. Was she satisfied? She’d never cum so hard in her life. She opened her mouth to answer, but quickly closed it again.
“What if I’m not?” she asked.
He gave her a crooked, leering grin. “Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d be forced to call your companions back in here to finish the job.”
Vivian shuddered, her pussy clenching. “Yes, I’m completely satisfied,” she said. She wasn’t sure she could survive another round with the two of them.
“Great to hear, my dear,” Maximus said, clapping his hands together. “That completes our contract and transfers ownership of five percent of your soul to me.”
Vivian took a step back, one hand pressed over her heart. “Is it...is it going to hurt when you take it?”
Maximus laughed. “Oh, you sweet girl. Of course not. I’m not taking anything from you. Like I said, you can think of it as an investment. If I owned five percent of a business, I wouldn’t carve out a hunk of their office, now would I? Bricks and carpet and wiring? What use would that be?”
“Okay, but—”
“Listen, I hate to rush you,” he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist, “but I need to have this room cleaned before anyone can use it, so if you can get your things, that would be appreciated.”
“Oh, right! Sorry,” Vivian said, hurrying into the bathroom. “I’m just wondering how you can run a business if you don’t actually get anything for your services.” She lifted her bra and panties out of a puddle, her nose wrinkling at the thought of putting them back on.
“My employees are fairly compensated and well-treated,” Maximus said from the doorway. “You didn’t hear either of them complaining, did you?”
“Well, no...”
“Then you let me worry about my bottom line,” Maximus said with a charming smile. He looked different, somehow, but Vivian couldn’t say how. She pulled on her jeans and shirt, which were damp, but wearable, wrung the water out of her underwear, and stuffed them into her purse. Slipping into her shoes, she headed for the door.
“Thanks, this was...unbelievable,” she said as she passed Maximus.
“Did it help?” he asked. “Are you secure in your sexuality now?”
She paused and glanced back. “I think so. Thank you.”
“Well, if you ever need to do more research, you know where to find me. It might be a good idea to take a ride on a male dragon before you make up your mind. More data points and all that.” He looked over the top of his spectacles and winked at her, and she realized what was different. He had the golden eyes of a goat.
“Um...thanks, but I don’t think so,” she said, and she left, her slick pussy reminding her with every step that her fantasy had been anything but a fantasy. Before she even made it to her car, she found herself wondering what a dragon cock would look like, feel like, taste like, how big would it be, filling and stretching her pussy, and how would it feel to have a dragon cum inside of her? As she started her car, she sighed, acknowledging that Maximus had won this round. She would most definitely be back.
It took Vivian three tries to cross the street and two more to make it up the front walk and onto the porch of the old, Victorian-style house. Her hand trembling, she reached out and rang the bell, and very nearly lost her nerve completely. She turned to flee just as the door opened. A tall, dapper gentleman wearing a gray suit with a blue and silver waistcoat stepped out and caught her by the wrist. His hand was warm against her skin, almost hot, his grip like iron. Heart pounding, Vivian looked up at him.
He was handsome, his features refined and sculpted, his eyes a startling shade of dark blue, but he was almost too perfect, like he couldn’t possibly be real. He wore small, square spectacles and a high, midnight blue top hat, a glossy black feather tucked into the silver silk band and held in place by a sapphire studded hat pin.
“Good afternoon, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and cultured, but with a hint of an accent that made him sound exotic and lyrical. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t begin to guess where he might be from. “What brings you to my den of desire?”
Vivian blushed, her whole body burning as she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
“I want—I mean, my friend told me about this place,” she said. “It is true? That I can have whatever I want?”
“It is true,” he said, his grip on her wrist melting into a soft caress as he released her. “Please, come inside and we can discuss what I can offer you.”
Vivian hesitated. Her legs felt numb. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew this was a bad idea, but the things Gloria had told her...She couldn’t walk away. Instead, she followed the man into the house.
He led her down a hall into a small sitting room and gestured to an antique-looking high-backed chair with floral upholstery and carved, claw feet.
“May I offer you something to drink, my dear? Water, or tea perhaps? Maybe something a bit stronger?” He smiled, his teeth even and very white against his brown skin.
“No, thank you,” she replied, sinking down on the edge of the seat, her hands gripping her knees.
“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maximus, the proprietor of this establishment. I am the one who can bring your most secret and intimate of fantasies to life, who can grant you the darkest desires of your heart. Now, what shall we call you? And it doesn’t have to be your real name, if that will make you more comfortable.”
“Oh, um...Call me Vivian, I guess,” she said. Gloria had said they were very discreet, and besides, they’d see her name on her credit card when it came time to pay. Which reminded her… “Do you accept credit?”
“Of a sort,” Maximus said with a crooked grin. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here. You’re a very pretty woman; surely you have no trouble getting all the sex you want.”
Vivian blushed again, looking down at the carpet as he sank gracefully into the chair across from her. “I have had a few boyfriends,” she confessed, “and I have...you know...with a couple of them.”
“My dear Vivian, I certainly do know, but if you can’t even say the words, then this is probably not the right place for you,” Maximus said, making like he was going to stand up again.
“We fucked,” Vivian blurted out. She breathed a sigh of relief as he relaxed back into the chair and motioned for her to continue. “Anyway, yes, I’ve had sex with guys, but never...a woman. I think I want to—I may be bisexual—but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to just use some random woman in order to find out.”
“I sympathize, my dear,” Maximus said, “but I run a specialty brothel, and to be frank, there’s nothing special about your request. I can refer you to several quality establishments that can help you discover the truth about your sexuality—”
“There’s more,” Vivian said. “You see, the reason I think I might be bi is because I have this fantasy about having sex with a mermaid. And a dragon.”
“Ohhh, now we’re talking,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Tell me all about them, every last detail.”
Vivian talked for almost half an hour, describing the creatures and what she wanted them to do to her. She was out of breath and very horny by the time she finished. Maximus sat forward in his chair and adjusted his hat.
“All right, I think we can work with that. Now, let’s talk payment.”
Vivian pulled her purse up into her lap and reached for her wallet.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said, pulling off his hat and releasing a wild tangle of copper curls. He reached inside it and pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper. “This is our standard contract, guaranteeing your complete satisfaction in exchange for a small portion of your soul. Now, normally, I only charge one or two percent for a fantasy, but yours is quite elaborate, so I’m going to have to ask for five percent.” He unrolled the paper and spread it on the small table between them, the surface covered in fine print that was nearly impossible to read.
“Hang on, did you say you want my soul?”
“That’s right. Just a tiny piece of it, though.”
“This is insane,” Vivian said, leaning forward and squinting at the minuscule writing. “What do you want my soul for?”
“It’s an investment, nothing more,” Maximus said with a disarming smile. “If I had your whole soul, I might be able to do something, but a fraction like that is practically worthless.”
“Then why do you want it?”
Maximus shrugged his elegant shoulders. “Why not? It adds to the allure and mystery of my business. Swiping your Mastercard is not nearly as sexy as selling your soul.”
Vivian licked dry lips. “Where do I sign?”
“Right here.” Maximus pulled the jeweled hatpin out of the silk band and pointed to a blank space at the bottom of the contract. She reached out to pick up the pen lying on the table and with a flick of his wrist, Maximus stabbed the tip of the hatpin into her finger.
“Ouch!” she said, jerking back, but it was too late. A large, dark drop of blood dripped onto the paper, hissing and smoking as it crawled across the page, scrawling her name in an elegant script.
“Thank you very much, my dear,” Maximus said, returning the pin to his hat and the hat to his head. He rolled up the contract and tucked it inside his jacket, then reached out for her hand as he rose to his feet. “Now, if you’ll follow me, your erotic fantasy is about to begin.”
In a daze, Vivian followed him up a flight of winding stairs to the second floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about her blood on the contract, the way her name had written itself on the paper. If that was a trick, it was a damn good one, but an uneasy weight in the pit of her stomach had her struggling desperately to explain how such a thing could be possible. Was she drugged and hallucinating? She had refused the drink he’d offered. Perhaps she was hypnotized and imagining things. She didn’t remember being put into a trance, but he might have instructed her not to remember. That seemed the most likely explanation, and she clung to it for the sake of her sanity.
“This is our master suite,” Maximus said, stopping outside an ordinary looking bedroom door. “Within, you will find everything that you desire. Just remember, this is your fantasy, and nothing can harm you. When you are ready, enter and enjoy.” He gave her a small, knowing smile and stepped back from the door.
As nervous as she was, Vivian could not deny her own curiosity. As far as showmanship went, this place was a ten, and when she reached out and opened the door, she almost believed there would be a mermaid and a dragon waiting on the other side.
She stepped into the room, at once overwhelmed by the stately beauty of the antique bed and the fine furnishings, and at the same time, disappointed to find it empty. She felt silly for hoping for the impossible and flopped down on the huge bed with a gusty sigh.
Splash!
Vivian sat bolt upright, her heart pounding, as something made a loud splashing sound in the adjoining bathroom.
“Hello?” she called. “Is someone there?”
A feminine voice giggled and answered, “Why don’t you come and see for yourself?”
Vivian closed her eyes and took a bracing breath. “It’s not real,” she whispered, then rose from the bed and marched into the bathroom, determined to see through the illusion and not be fooled by Maximus’ cheap tricks. That determination lasted all of three seconds once she stepped through the doorway and feasted her eyes upon the dusky mermaid lounging in the huge, claw-footed bathtub.
Hair as black as night spilled over bare, golden-brown shoulders, her wet skin gleaming as she draped her arms gracefully over the rim of the bath, the water lapping against her full breasts as her tail swished back and forth. From the waist up, she was the most beautiful woman, and from the hips down, she was a sleek, iridescent fish, her scales and fins shimmering with blue and green and gold.
“Hello there, human female,” the mermaid said, her dark eyes moving down Vivian’s body. “I am Mariana, Queen of the Depths. And who might you be?”
“V-Vivian,” she whispered.
Queen Mariana regarded her for a moment. “Well, Vivian?” she asked finally. “Are you going to attend me or not? I need to be bathed.”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, snapping out of her daze and deciding to play along. This was much more creative than what she had described to Maximus. Trembling inside, she approached the tub, devouring every inch of supple flesh and gauzy fin. Grasping the soap, she leaned over the tub, dipped her hands into the warm water, and began to wash the mermaid’s arm.
Splash!
Vivian gasped as a flick of that powerful tail drenched her from head to toe. Shocked, she stood dripping on the tile floor, not sure what to do.
“I’m sorry, did I get you wet?” the Queen asked. “Better take those off so they can dry.”
Suddenly self-conscious, Vivian turned her back to the tub and began to remove her clothes. She stripped down to her bra and panties, then turned back, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She knew she was in shape and not bad to look at, but compared to the mermaid, she was just a dowdy old frump with too much belly and not enough boobs.
“Oh, my, what lovely legs you have,” Queen Mariana said, leaning on the edge of the tub to get a closer look.
“Really?” Vivian said, looking down. Her thighs were too thick, her knees knobby, and she had faded scars on one shin from a bicycle accident in college.
“Oh, yes. Come here so I may touch them.”
Vivian stepped closer as the mermaid reached out, trailing slender fingers over Vivian’s skin, sending a flash of hot desire through Vivian’s body. She wanted to feel those elegant hands all over her, and she shivered as soft fingertips slid up her inner thigh and brushed against the silky material of her panties.
“Why, these are wet, too,” Queen Mariana said, hooking her fingers into the lace waistband and pulling Vivian’s panties down. “You are dripping wet and shivering, my dear. Come into the tub with me and warm up.”
Vivian needed no second invitation. Sitting on the edge, she swung her legs over, intending to sit down by the mermaid’s tail, where there was plenty of room in the over-sized tub, but Queen Mariana had other ideas. Grabbing Vivian by the hips, she pulled her into the water, on top of herself, until Vivian was kneeling astride that supple fish tail, the smooth, slippery scales pressed against her inner thighs.
“We don’t want this to get wet, either,” the Queen said, unfastening Vivian’s bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Vivian watched it sail through the air and land on the tiled floor. “That’s much better, isn’t it? Such nice tits should not be covered and restrained. They should be worshiped and enjoyed.” Vivian gasped as warm, soft hands cupped her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and teasing her nipples into hard points.
Suddenly, the Queen stopped. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think my tits are nice enough to be worshiped, too?”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, pressing her hands to the wet, warm skin. Hesitantly at first, she caressed the firm mounds, but as Queen Mariana moaned and arched her body into Vivian’s hands, her confidence increased. She teased the mermaid’s dark nipples, rolling the pebbled flesh between her finger and thumb. “Please, my Queen,” she asked breathlessly, “may I kiss you?”
In answer, Queen Mariana raised her head and captured Vivian’s lips in a hungry kiss. Vivian’s head spun, her body burning with desire. It was everything she had imagined, and more, the sensation of being touched by a female hand both foreign and exciting, as well as familiar and comforting.
Tongues tangling, Vivian closed her eyes, moaning as that soft hand left her breast, sliding down wet skin to tug and tease Vivian’s neatly trimmed curls. She gasped as the mermaid stroked her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive mound before slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and tracing a slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Panting, Vivian rocked her hips, the water sloshing all around them and splashing out onto the floor as she ground against Queen Mariana’s hand. Pulling back, the mermaid laughed.
“Perhaps we should move this someplace dryer, before we flood the entire house.”
“Can you do that?” Vivian asked, breathless as she continued to stroke the Queen’s perfect breasts. “Leave the water, I mean?”
“Of course,” she replied. “When dry, my fins become legs, although not nearly as shapely as yours.” Beneath the water, she caressed one of Vivian’s thighs, her hand creeping around to grip and knead her firm ass.
“Mmm, I should probably find some towels, then,” Vivian moaned, reluctant to leave the tub.
“I saw some in the bedroom, on the dresser.”
Still, Vivian didn’t move. The water was warm and Queen Mariana’s skin was so soft. After a moment, the mermaid leaned close and whispered in Vivian’s ear.
“Once I have legs, I’ll let you taste my pussy.”
Vivian shot out of the water and scrambled over the edge of the tub so fast her wet feet nearly went sliding out from under her. The mermaid laughed, a lilting, musical sound, as Vivian ran stark-naked from the room, the chill air raising goosebumps along her bare body. She rushed toward the dresser, where a tall stack of fluffy towels waited, but stopped dead as something long and dark and sinuous slithered across the floor in front of her.
Heart pounding, she turned toward the bed, and came face to face with a huge, red-brown dragon draped across the mattress. Orange eyes flickering like live coals stared back at her from a deep-set skull covered in scales and spikes and twisting horns. The beast had a long neck and tail, and a muscular body in between, with a pair of large, leathery wings folded against its back.
“There you are,” the dragon said, small curls of smoke rising up from its nostrils. “You know, it’s not wise to keep a dragon waiting. It doesn’t take long to go from horny to hungry.” A long black tongue slid out of the dragon’s mouth, the forked tip flicking in the air.
“I-I’m sorry,” Vivian stammered. “I didn’t know you were waiting. I was with Queen Mariana—”
The dragon snorted, singeing the bedspread as flames erupted from its nostrils. “That overgrown trout is no queen! Where is she? I’ll turn her into sushi.” It started to get up, the bed frame creaking and groaning beneath its weight.
“I think she left already,” Vivian said, stepping away from the bathroom door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” the dragon said sulkily as it lay back down. “I am Fyre, Terror of the Skies, Devourer of Souls, the flame that burns forever.”
Behind her, in the bathroom, Vivian thought she heard a soft splash and what sounded like someone muttering, “Oh, brother,” but she couldn’t be sure.
“I’m very humbled to meet you,” she said. “Forgive me, but are you a male dragon, or a female?”
“Can’t you tell?” Fyre said with another snort. “Of course you can’t. Humans are such ignorant, blind little creatures. I am female, as you could plainly tell if you bothered to look.” She rolled onto her side and raised her hind leg, exposing her scaled underbelly. Down between her legs, at the base of her tail, there was a slight bulge, the glossy scales creased and dimpled, forming a slit in her armored hide.
“Oh, of course,” Vivian said. “I see now. How silly of me.”
“Good, now what that’s cleared up, don’t just stand there,” Fyre said. “Come here.”
Cautiously, Vivian moved closer, stepping over the end of the snake-like tail. She stopped at the corner of the bed. “What would you like me to do?”
With a flick of her powerful tail, Fyre sent Vivian sprawling on her face upon the bed.
“I would like you to to do as I say the first time,” the dragon said testily. “I said come here.”
Wary of the tail, Vivian crawled onto the bed beside the dragon.
“Now, rub your hand along my cloaca.”
Vivian reached out, her fingers hovering over the slit in the dragon’s scales. “Here?”
“Yes, there. Rub hard. Ohhh, just like that.”
The scales were smooth and warm and softer than Vivian had imagined, more like flexible plastic, giving as she pressed against the dragon’s slit. Thick, clear fluid welled up, slicking her fingers, as the slight bulge began to swell. Vivian gasped, pulling her hand back, as the scales gaped open, revealing slick, pink flesh within. It looked a lot like a human pussy, only about three times bigger.
“What is this?” Vivian asked, hesitantly rubbing a large nub of dark flesh that hardened at her touch.
“What do you think it is?” Fyre replied, her voice tight. “Quit asking stupid questions and just suck on it.”
“Oh, right,” Vivian said, her cheeks heating up as she blushed. She’d been so fascinated by the dragon, she’d forgotten she was naked in bed with the creature. On her hands and knees, she leaned in, pressing her face against that slick slit and wrapping her lips around the dragon’s giant clit. It nearly filled her moth, hot and throbbing against her tongue, the taste sweet. She sucked, flicking her tongue against it, and was gratified to hear Fyre moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” the dragon gasped. “Now, fuck me. Use your hand.”
Vivian lifted her head, licking the sweetness from her lips as she slid her fingers into the dragon’s slit, finding her tight tunnel and pushing inside. Walls of muscle gripped her hand, squeezing and contracting, trying to pull her deeper. She shoved, sinking her arm into the dragon’s vagina. Beneath her, Fyre shuddered with pleasure.
This is so fucking hot, she thought, bending her head and devouring Fyre’s clit once more.
“Oh, yes! Fuck yes!” Fyre exclaimed. “You wicked girl. Let’s see how you like it.”
Before Vivian could decide what the dragon meant by that, she felt something slick and solid slide between her thighs and rub against her hot nether lips. She glanced back as Fyre pressed her scaled nose against Vivian’s ass, her long, muscular tongue lapping at Vivian’s pussy.
Moaning low in her throat, Vivian spread her legs wider and tried to concentrate on what she was doing, her tongue teasing that giant bundle of nerves and licking up the sweet, slippery fluid that flowed like nectar. Fyre licked harder, plunging between her lips and assaulting her clit until she was shaking, her hips jerking as she flew toward the precipice of orgasm.
Suddenly, the dragon pulled back, leaving her pussy cold and aching. Vivian raised her head to see what was going on, just as that wicked forked tongue thrust between her lips and deep into her tight tunnel. Vivian cried out, her body stretched and filled by that solid rod of muscle, as big as any cock she’d known. But unlike a cock, hammering blindly into her, Fyre’s tongue writhed and curled and sought out the places that made her shudder and twitch and scream as the orgasm thundered through her.
“Who is making all the noise out here?” asked a familiar voice, and Vivian raised her head, pulling her hand out of the dragon’s passage as Queen Mariana strode out of the bathroom on a pair of slender legs that flashed and shimmered, covered in blue, green, and gold scales up to her narrow waist. Even out of the water, her bare breasts defied gravity. “You!” the mermaid said, pointing at the dragon. “What are you doing with my human, you inflated lizard?”
Fyre withdrew her tongue from Vivian’s pussy, making her shudder and moan.
“Your human?” the dragon said, black smoke curling up from her nostrils. “This one is mine! Go back to your pond before I fry you to a crisp and serve you with chips!” She spat a burst of flame into the room, leaving soot-marks on the ceiling.
“You just try it,” the Queen said. “I’ll have your scaly hide for boots!”
“Ladies, please!” Vivian said, before things could get ugly. “This is my fantasy and I’ll have no more fighting.”
“Fine,” the mermaid said, crossing her arms over her breasts, “then tell this overgrown reptile to get lost.”
“Better yet,” said Fyre, “tell that screeching catfish to take a swim!”
Vivian looked back and forth between the two, utterly torn. This wasn’t part of her fantasy. She shouldn’t have to choose.
“Well?” Queen Mariana demanded. “Which one of us do you want to stay?”
“Both of you?” Vivian said in a small voice.
The dragon cocked her head to look down at Vivian. “Are you asking, or telling?”
“Um...telling. I want both of you.”
Queen Mariana let her lips quirk into a small smile. “Good choice, human. I had a feeling you’d be fun to play with. Now, get away from that overweight alligator’s flabby snatch and come see what royal twat tastes like.”
“Royal!” Fyre roared with laughter, rattling the windows in their casings. “You’re about as royal as the dump I took last week. Your father was an eel and your mother whored herself down on the docks to any sailor with a quarter.”
The mermaid gasped, her lovely face lined with sorrow at the dragon’s cruel words, and she turned away, covering her face with her hands.
“Now look what you did,” Vivian said, climbing off the bed and rushing to Queen Mariana’s side. She put her arm around the mermaid’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t cry, Your Highness. I don’t care what she says, you are a Queen to me.”
Queen Mariana quickly dried her tears, leaving her just as lovely as before.
“That’s kind of you to say, but it would be even more convincing if you were on your knees.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Vivian said, sinking down in front of the mermaid, her scale-covered pussy right in front of Vivian’s face. She had a faint odor of fish and brine, like the sea, but not unpleasant. Leaning forward, Vivian used her fingers to part the scaly folds and reveal the soft, pink pearl within.
“Oh, my! Oh, yes!” Queen Mariana gasped as Vivian devoured her pussy, licking and sucking on her salty clit until it was hard and throbbing against her tongue. “Stop, stop!” the mermaid said suddenly, her hand pushing against Vivian’s shoulder. “My knees feel like they’re about to buckle. I need to lie down.”
She staggered and Vivian jumped up, leading her over to the bed, but instead of lying upon it, she pushed Vivian down onto her back and climbed on top of her, her knees next to Vivian’s shoulders and her gaping pussy inches above her face. Vivian gasped as the mermaid slid her hand between Vivian’s thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Knees bent and heels dug into the mattress, Vivian fought the urge to rock her hips as Queen Mariana rubbed against her wet mound, nimble fingers parting her lips and a wicked tongue delving inside to tease Vivian’s aching clit.
Wrapping her arms around Queen Mariana’s slender hips, Vivian lifted her head and began to feast on the mermaid’s juicy snatch once more, their moans and slurps filling the room.
“I see you forgot about me,” Fyre said sullenly. “Maybe this will remind you.”
Vivian cried out, her body bucking as the dragon’s long tongue thrust between her legs once more, plunging deep into her womb, filling her passage with hot, hard muscle. She clenched around it, quaking with pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Not to be outdone, apparently, Queen Mariana flicked her tongue against Vivian’s clit until she was shaking, an orgasm like a freight train barreling through her. She cried out, hips jerking as she came, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her until she thought she was going to pass out. She tried to twist away from the industrious tongues, to close her legs and protect her shuddering body, but the mermaid held her down, the dragon’s head between her thighs.
“Please,” Vivian gasped. “No more, please!”
But they weren’t listening, or if they heard her, they didn’t care. Queen Mariana swirled her tongue around Vivian’s clit, sucking hard on the throbbing nub, and Fyre’s tongue plunged into her quaking, clenching passage like a piston of flesh, the wicked forked tip ticking deep inside of her. Vivian squirmed beneath their relentless assault, her hands clutching at the bed as they drove her toward the edge of another thunderous orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” She screamed, hips bucking and toes curling as the hurricane within her made landfall. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on for dear life, riding each wild wave that crashed over her, tossing her on a sea of ecstasy.
When the storm finally subsided, Vivian lay gasping, muscles twitching as echoes of her orgasm shuddered through her. She opened her eyes, shocked to discover that she was alone. Well, almost.
“So, my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” Maximus leaned over the bed, grinning down at Vivian. She bit back a scream as she scrambled off the bed, trying to cover herself as she looked around for her clothes before remembering that she’d left them in the bathroom.
“Relax, I have no interest in your body,” Maximus said, grabbing one of the large bath towels off the dresser and tossing it to her. “I’m only interested in one thing—are you satisfied with your encounter?”
Vivian wrapped the towel around herself, her inner thighs slippery, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks. Was she satisfied? She’d never cum so hard in her life. She opened her mouth to answer, but quickly closed it again.
“What if I’m not?” she asked.
He gave her a crooked, leering grin. “Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d be forced to call your companions back in here to finish the job.”
Vivian shuddered, her pussy clenching. “Yes, I’m completely satisfied,” she said. She wasn’t sure she could survive another round with the two of them.
“Great to hear, my dear,” Maximus said, clapping his hands together. “That completes our contract and transfers ownership of five percent of your soul to me.”
Vivian took a step back, one hand pressed over her heart. “Is it...is it going to hurt when you take it?”
Maximus laughed. “Oh, you sweet girl. Of course not. I’m not taking anything from you. Like I said, you can think of it as an investment. If I owned five percent of a business, I wouldn’t carve out a hunk of their office, now would I? Bricks and carpet and wiring? What use would that be?”
“Okay, but—”
“Listen, I hate to rush you,” he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist, “but I need to have this room cleaned before anyone can use it, so if you can get your things, that would be appreciated.”
“Oh, right! Sorry,” Vivian said, hurrying into the bathroom. “I’m just wondering how you can run a business if you don’t actually get anything for your services.” She lifted her bra and panties out of a puddle, her nose wrinkling at the thought of putting them back on.
“My employees are fairly compensated and well-treated,” Maximus said from the doorway. “You didn’t hear either of them complaining, did you?”
“Well, no...”
“Then you let me worry about my bottom line,” Maximus said with a charming smile. He looked different, somehow, but Vivian couldn’t say how. She pulled on her jeans and shirt, which were damp, but wearable, wrung the water out of her underwear, and stuffed them into her purse. Slipping into her shoes, she headed for the door.
“Thanks, this was...unbelievable,” she said as she passed Maximus.
“Did it help?” he asked. “Are you secure in your sexuality now?”
She paused and glanced back. “I think so. Thank you.”
“Well, if you ever need to do more research, you know where to find me. It might be a good idea to take a ride on a male dragon before you make up your mind. More data points and all that.” He looked over the top of his spectacles and winked at her, and she realized what was different. He had the golden eyes of a goat.
“Um...thanks, but I don’t think so,” she said, and she left, her slick pussy reminding her with every step that her fantasy had been anything but a fantasy. Before she even made it to her car, she found herself wondering what a dragon cock would look like, feel like, taste like, how big would it be, filling and stretching her pussy, and how would it feel to have a dragon cum inside of her? As she started her car, she sighed, acknowledging that Maximus had won this round. She would most definitely be back.
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Arthur Pendragon had a new queen.
Arthur Pendragon cursed, like, the 20th times today. He didn’t count, but he was sure that in this week the number of swears that came from his mouth was more than his last 25 years added together.How did it end up like this?One day, his master and advisor, Merlin, told him that he needed to go and perform a mission. It’s very normal, he had done dozens of missions with the accompany of the Knights of the Round Table. However, this time Merlin asked him to go alone. The target was Morgan le Fay, a powerful witch who held a dark secret about Britain's royal family. To keep the secret from falling to the wrong ears, King Arthur must do this mission by himself.After searching for a long time, Arthur found Morgan le Fay in a castle on a remote island. The witch revealed to him that she was Morgana Pendragon and the elder paternal half-sister of Arthur.Arthur: “Why did you do all this?”“WHY? You dare to ask me why? This is all your fault!”“I don’t understand.”“I’m the legitimate daughter of King Uther and Queen Vivienne! I’m the rightful heir. Not like you! You’re just a bastard, a shameful error of our father who lusted after the wife of his subordinate…”She clenched her fist”… But Merlin has made a prophecy that you and your descendant will lead Britain to a new era. And my father believed that damned old man. He locked me and my mother away, told others that we were dead. I managed to escape, but my mom… I swore that one day I would get back what’s rightful mine and became the ruler of Britain.”Arthur shook his head: “You can never be King.”“I know, but he can.” Morgana smiled wickedly, pointing at a mirror. The magic tool didn’t show her reflection, but a boy who was playing with a wooden sword.“Who is he?”“Oh, you don’t see the similarity, do you? This is the son…” she stopped a bit, before throwing out a piece of shocking news, “… of us.”“What the hell are you talking about?”“Poor brother, you haven’t realized it yet. Do you remember the day you marry Guinevere eight years ago? It’s not her who consummated the marriage with you – that’s me. I’m the woman who took your virginity. We had a wonderful night together,” she licked her lips, “and the seed you planted in me has sprouted.”Arthur was horrified: If Morgana was telling the truth, it meant he, though unwittingly, has committed incest.“No, I don’t believe you. When I woke up the next morning, Guinevere was sleeping next to me.”“After spending the night with her lover, Lancelot. That’s right, your wife cheated with your best friend, your right-hand man. Do you think why she hasn’t given you a child yet? She has to take the contraceptive herb for a long time, it renders her barren… Stupefy!”Morgana suddenly attacked with a spell, but the experience allowed Arthur to dodge in the nick of time. They fought a long battle. In the end, the young king was the victor. But in her dying breath, Morgana cast a barrier around the island. She cursed that no one could go in and out of the barrier unless Arthur declared her child as the successor of the throne of Camelot.Arthur panically ran outside, only to found that he was trapped inside an invisible dome. Not even his magic sword Excaliber could scratch it. He searched through out the castle, found nothing but the boy whom Morgana has named Mordred.Arthur wanted to kill Mordred, but the honor of a knight and a king forbid him to attack a defenseless child. He had no choice but to raise Mordred. He may have taken the boy grudgingly, furiously, unwillingly, bitterly, yet still, he took the boy.Ten years have passed.Mordred grew up finely. Being concerned about the fact he killed his mother, Arthur never taught him about swordsmanship or magic. Instead, he let Mordred do the chores like cooking, cleaning, washing… In his teenage years before drawing out the sword in the stone, Arthur used to be a ward for Sir Kay, his older foster brother. Therefore, he had plenty of experience to share with Mordred. The student soon surpassed the master. By the time he turned 16, Mordred could be considered the best cooker and cleaner in entire England.On Mordred’s 18th birthday, Arthur went out to hunt while Mordred was cooking at home. When chasing after a rabbit, Arthur accidentally stumbled over a cave, which happened to be Morgana’s secret lair. He searched the cave, trying to find a spell that could dispel the barrier, but didn’t find any. Instead, he found several bottles of potion. Among them, a bottle labeled “X-Change Potion” attracted his attention.According to what he read, this potion would change the gender of the drinker. Morgana brewed it to make herself a prince but failed. The potion had no effect on women (she didn’t know that the potion was just a half-product. It altered the drinker’s DNA, removed the Y chromosome and doubled the X chromosome, thus changing men to women, but not vice-versa, since women had no Y chromosome, to begin with)A dark idea appeared in Arthur’s mind…-----------------------------------------------------------------------------When Arthur returned, his son greeted him: “Father, how is your hunting?”“Very good. I found this thing.” Arthur lifted a barrel. “This called wine, a drink for grown men. Since you turn adult today, we can have a feast together.”That night, the two held a birthday party. They spent the next thirty minutes or so sipping wine and reminiscing. But Mordred was getting tired and sleepy for some reason."Father, I'm sorry to interrupt our trip down memory lane, but I've got to take a nap.”"Are you feeling alright?", Arthur asked."Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sure all I need is a quick sleep. If you leave while I'm out, please don't forget to lock the door. And, don't drink all of my wine.""Don't worry. I'll be here when you wake up."Mordred wanted to say something more, but his eyelid suddenly felt so heavy…-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mordred didn’t know how long he has slept. Only that when he awoke, he was cold and shivering."So, how was your nap? Did you sleep well?", his father asked with a strange look in his eyes."Yeah.", Mordred said with a yawn. "Wait. Hold on. What's wrong with my voice?""There's nothing wrong with your voice, Mordred. You sound the way a woman is supposed to sound." Arthur casually answered.Mordred eased himself up onto one elbow and looked down.And screamed.This was not his body!Instead of the broad chest and muscular pecs, he looked down and saw two round, ripe breasts; topped with pert brown nipples.His previously bulging arms were gone – replaced with slender, tanned arms. And between his legs?A pussy. A woman’s pussy, hairless and bare.Clambering to his unsteady feet, Mordred got out of the bed and stared at himself in the full-length mirror in the room.He was a woman!It was his eyes he was staring through; but in the mirror, it was a tanned, athletic woman staring back. A beautiful, sexy woman; with large, round breasts, a pretty, high-cheek-boned face, and a curtain of curly brown hair.“W-what’s going on?” Mordred’s face went red, as Arthur’s eyes hungrily fixed on his naked, feminine body.Arthur didn’t answer, but made a question instead: “Can you do me a favor?”“Of… of course, but I didn’t think this is the time…”“I’m gonna make a woman out of you,” he slowly approached, “and releasing the pen-up pressure I had to hold for ten years.”Mordred backed away.“Wh-what? That’s crazy.”Arthur grabbed his arm.“Oh, it’s not crazy,” he hissed. “It’s payback.”“P-payback?” Mordred struggled, but in his new female body, he found he was a lot weaker than he used to be. “Payback for what ?”Slap!Arthur’s hand left a stinging imprint on Mordred’s cheek.“For the sin of your mother!” he roared. “That filthy woman took everything from me! My throne! My army! My queen… I never thought I’d get my chance to get revenge for that.” And then he smiled evilly. “But now I realized I could...”Mordred’s eyes widened.“W-what are you going to do to me?”“What else?”He pulled Mordred, who was struggling to free from his grip, and shoved him towards the bed.“Get off me!” Mordred cried. “I’m a man!”“You don’t look much like a man to me,” Arthur shrugged. “And as long as you have tits and a tight pussy, it doesn’t bother me if you ‘think’ you’re a man.”Mordred looked into his eyes and saw steely determination“Please,” he desperately begged. “Don’t do this. I’m your son.” He struggled but was unable to escape. “You can’t do this to me!”“Oh, I can,” Arthur grinned. “And I will. This isn’t the first time I commit incest after all.”And Arthur told Mordred the whole story.The shock made Mordred lose his thinking ability. His arms went limp and his resistance stopped.“Aww, yeah,” Arthur grinned. “You’re ready.”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A decade has passed, but Arthur didn’t forget how to handle a female. With his big, rough hands, he grabbed Mordred's heavy, round breasts and squeezed them roughly."Damn, these are some big titties."Mordred felt an involuntary tingle between his legs as Arthur squeezed and groped his breasts – a feeling of arousal he’d never experienced before, within the pussy he’d only had for the past hour or so.“Unnnngh,” the man inside the beautiful brunette groaned.Arthur let Mordred’s heavy breasts flop back down to his chest, and used his thumbs to gently rub Mordred's big, brown nipples.Mordred closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Arthur's rough fingers. His breath deepened. The unfamiliar nipples attached to his body responded; growing hard and aroused.And then Arthur's thick fingers slid between Mordred's thighs.Mordred gasped involuntarily, as Arthur's fingers slide inside his virginal pussy.Mordred had never felt anything like it – the touch of this big, strong man on it made him lick his lips eagerly.He squeezed shut his eyes. This beautiful, female body he was inhabiting was betraying him."Jesus," Arthur breathed hotly into Mordred’s ear. "The bitch is wet. How does it feel, Mordred?” She demanded. “How does it feel to have a man touching you?”But Mordred couldn’t say anything. He was ashamed. It felt good.“Ooooooh,” Mordred groaned. He felt a gush of wetness in his crotch."Told you," said Arthur, gripping Mordred’s big, heavy boobs in his rough fingers, "you’re gonna like it." He bent his head and pressed his mouth against Mordred’s.Mordred’s eyes shot open wide.Another man was kissing him.Fuck! This was wrong! This was gross! This was disgusting! This was…Actually, it wasn’t that bad.In fact, Mordred soon surrendered, opening his lips as Arthur forced his tongue inside Mordred’s mouth.Mordred felt dominated. Powerless. It was like his mouth was being raped – and he was liking it.He groaned into Arthur’s mouth.Mordred couldn't help it. With Arthur kneading his big, heavy breasts and sliding two fingers deep inside his new pussy, Mordred felt his defenses melt.He had a woman’s body. He was powerless except to respond as a woman would.Arthur's kisses were hard. Mordred couldn't believe how turned on he suddenly was. His whole body was aroused. His nipples were hard and throbbing. His pussy gushed moisture.“Unnnngh,” he groaned, twisting his own tongue over Arthur’s, like two snakes on Hermes’ staff.Eventually, with a sigh of disappointment, Mordred felt Arthur pull his lips away. He lied helplessly as Arthur rubbed his big, calloused hands over his round, feminine backside.Standing back, Arthur yanked down his pants, and an enormous erection sprang from it.Mordred gasped. Arthur’s cock was something which could be called King of Cocks - long, thick, throbbing, and veined.Arthur sneered, grabbing Mordred’s now tiny, feminine hand and bringing it to the throbbing black cock sprouting from his crotch. "Touch it."Mordred’s head reeled as he wrapped his little, girlish fingers around the thick shaft.Mordred cupped Arthur's heavy, egg-sized balls in one and the base of his massive erection in the other. He knew he should have been disgusted, but instead, he felt woozy; reveling in the sensation of hot, throbbing flesh in his hands.Arthur couldn’t hold his lust any longer. Spreading his partner’s legs as wide as he could, Arthur slowly pressed his swollen cock to the girl’s crotch."I'm gonna fuck you," Arthur hissed.Mordred’s face was full of terror. But the hard, fleshy knob of Arthur's cock was soon being pushed against Mordred’s moist pussy and, like a bitch in heat, he involuntarily pushed back. With a pop, the head of Arthur's dick slipped past the hymen and Mordred moaned as he felt the new and incredible sensation of being penetrated by another man’s cock.“Mmmmph!” Mordred mumbled, trying to not let out a scream of pain.“Oh, come on. Don’t look at me with such teary eyes. I promise the pain will be over soon. Shut up and enjoy.”And so did Mordred.Arthur's dick was long and thick, but Mordred’s wet, hungry pussy opened eagerly for every inch of it. Arthur was buried inside Mordred’s pussy, right to the hilt."That's fuckin' sexy," Arthur breathed. "Damn, I really miss this feeling."Poor Mordred shut his eyes, pretending he was in a dream - occupying a woman’s body that wasn’t his own, and the man he thought to be his father was raping him.But it was impossible to ignore the thick shaft ramming inside him or the throbbing sensation of his brand-new pussy.Arthur grabbed Mordred’s big, round bottom and started thrusting, his hips making a wet, slapping sound as they met with Mordred’s sweaty rump. Mordred was bounced back and forth, his heavy breasts swung too.Mordred was used to having a muscular body. In this woman’s body, it felt like every inch of his flesh was jiggling."Can you feel that?" Arthur demanded, suddenly realizing that Mordred’s wet pussy was quivering and gripping his big cock from within. "I think you’re gonna cum!"And Mordred did.His first-ever female orgasm gripped with pleasure radiated hotly from his crotch. The experience made all his previous pleasure seem pathetic by comparison. He finally got it. He finally realized the full, sexual majesty of being a woman."That's hot," Arthur felt Mordred groan, the pussy’s vibrations humming around his dick. "I'm cumming too..."Arthur’s dick shuddered and throbbed. Mordred felt his cock swell up deep inside his female pussy."Oh, God," he sobbed. "Not inside me..."But it was too late. Ramming himself up to the balls inside Mordred's wet little pussy, Arthur his dick spurted a thick load of sperm. It splattered inside Mordred’s uterus, like lava from a volcano’s eruption.And the sudden feeling of wetness and heat made Mordred shudder. He came again, wracked by shame and pleasure all at the same time.He was still shuddering as Arthur released him.Sweaty, sticky, and exhausted, Mordred slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. His glistening pussy looked red and raw; cum dribbling from it like a river.The whole locker room reeked of sex.Arthur enjoyed this shameful, guilty pleasure."Get dressed," He demanded, pulling on his own crumpled sweatpants. " you better clean yourself up, girl."Reluctantly, Mordred clambered to his feet. His knees felt weak. As he stood up, a warm dribble of Arthur's sperm ran hotly down his thighs.Arthur stroked Mordred’s feminine face.“That’s the right altitude,” Arthur grinned. “The man named Mordred doesn’t exist anymore. In fact, from now on, you’re a Mordena, the princess of a faraway country. You are kidnapped by Morgan le Fay the wicked witch, and I’m your savior. You have nothing to pay me back, so you offer your own body.”Mordred’s stomach churned.“Remember this story, in case we escape this trap and people begin to question about you.”Mordred felt sick.“One last reminder: you’re my concubine now. You’re my personal property.”And then Arthur winked at him.“And you should get used to being a woman from this point on, my princess.”-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mordena rubbed her own belly. It was starting to show. If she straightened her back hard, then she could make her stomach flat again, but it was pointless to do so.After that fateful day, they made love days and nights like animals. Arthur always shot his semen deep inside her, claimed that there was no reason for him to pull out. It’s only a matter of time before she got pregnant, and they both knew it. Sometimes she caught herself staring at the mirror, looking at her facial features, trying to find any boyish trace left behind. But one day she suddenly realized the man named Mordred was gone forever. The reflection in the mirror was a strange woman, who had fertile hips, firm breasts, and a belly slowly blossoming with the growing life inside.But the belly wasn’t a huge issue, not yet. The worst was the morning sickness. Mordena had thrown up three times in the past week, and sometimes it felt like someone was grabbing her insides and twisting them hard. He was constantly exhausted, hungry, or horny, or some combination of all of them.The good news was that Arthur treated her gentler, and didn’t force himself on her. However, Mordena began to take the initiative. Before her pregnancy was confirmed, she was in fear whenever he asked, but when it actually happened, she felt relieved and blissful.After cooking the dinner, Mordena went up back to her room, after drinking some water—and fingered himself. She was almost always wet. Thankfully, touching her womanhood never got dull, and Arthur was there to please him if she wanted. Today, Mordena wanted that very much.“Again, my princess?” Arthur asked. “That’ll be the third time today.”“I know.”They made out and fondled each other. Then Mordena spread her legs, and Arthur took that as a sign to get down to business. She had gotten quite good at the fingering part—they both had a lot of experience by now. Mordena moaned as Arthur fucked her hard until the orgasm washed over her. It always left her breathless and craving for more.After the sex, the two of them lounged around on the bed. Arthur rubbed her midsection. “Do you want to turn back once it’s over, my princess?”“I hope not. I’d rather stay a girl from here on. I’m sure that’s possible. I was meant to be this way.”Arthur ran his fingers through her blonde hair. “If we got out of here, I’ll give you all treasures on this land. It’s a cheap cost for the happiness you give me.”She smiled. “I would love that. But weeping you satisfied is payment enough.”The days and weeks and months passed by. Mordena and Arthur made love as often as they could—they never skipped a day. Along the way, Mordena’s belly continued to swell, and she learned how to keep his food down when morning sickness hit. Luckily the cabinets were always stocked, and over time there were more sweets and desserts mixed in. Mordena reckoned she had gained a full cup size about three months in. Her breasts were firmer, heavier. The areolas had darkened considerably and widened as well. And they were incredibly sensitive. Sometimes Mordena just played with her tits. It was never enough to get her to orgasm, but it always felt great. Arthur’s tongue around them was even better.After seven months, Mordena had almost forgotten what it was like to stand up straight, as having bloated tits and a massive belly shifted the balance of her body. The same for sleeping on her back. And masturbation was as common as eating or drinking. Mordena had gotten quite good at it, and the orgasms were more intense than ever.On one cool night, Mordena woke with the urge. Arthur was sound asleep next to her, and she didn’t want to wake him. She quietly slipped a hand down hẻ body, over the mountainous swell of her pregnant belly and underneath the sheet. Her crotch was already moist. Months of raging hormones hadn’t changed his pussy in any discernible way—other than it was constantly wet. And Mordena swore that she was hornier than ever. She squeezed one of her tits—not as hard as she could months before. In seconds, the torturing weight on his abdomen was no longer an inconvenience. Milk gushed to her fingers, and she licked every one of them clean, enjoying the taste and the scent of her own femininity.Mordena carefully pushed herself closer to orgasm, rolling his voluptuous body back and forth on the sheets. He needed the pleasure, the release.As the warmth in his loins intensified, Mordena let out a moaning, a little louder than before. Her hand which was buried between her legs felt a warm liquid come out.“You wake up just for having fun with yourself?”Mordena stopped rubbing when she saw Arthur looking at her. “ Damn. I woke you, didn’t I? I … I didn’t mean to wake you. I … I thought I was being quiet.”“Hard to be quiet in this house,” Arthur said. Even under the moonlight, he could tell that her cheeks were blushed red.Arthur rubbed Mordena’s immense belly was. It looked like she was ready to pop out a kid at any second. Mordena was a little worried, actually. What would happen when they went into labor? There was no midwife around. And if she had complications, say requiring a C-section or something or other, well…“In a few more weeks,” she sobbed, “I’m gonna have a baby. But I’m not designed by God for this task. I may not be able to deliver it.”Arthur whispered: “You should sleep. Remember, I’m always here for you.”Arthur laid down again, but when he just closed his eyes, Mordena pulled his arm.“I think my water has just broken,” Mordena said.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"How are you doing?" Arthur whispered, and took Mordena — and her giant belly — into his big, strong arms."I'm doing alright," Mordena replied as she rested her head on his shoulder."And how's the baby?""Fine, I'm having some contractions.""You're having contractions ?""Fucck this hurts." Mordena moaned, holding her belly. She could feel the contractions from both sides; like a beast went wild just below her skin. She sat down and started to cry:“How was I going to do this all by myself? It was such a huge task, turning this baby, dropping him out head-first and pushing him, inch by painful inch out of my stretched vagina…”"Calm down, my princess," Arthur said. "I know this is hard, but you can overcome it. Women had been doing it for years. Just keep breathing and we'll get through this. And then we'll get to meet our baby."Mordena answered him with a groan.Arthur ran to the closet, grabbed a bottle of water, opened a drawer, and pulled a pair of scissors out. Then he crossed back to his wife."Keep drinking water." He said, gently. "You need it. It's important for you and the baby."Mordena sighed and took a sip. The cool water did feel good on her thirsty throat."Granted. NOW PUSH." Arthur commanded. Mordena closed her eyes and pushed her tired body to squeeze the baby out."I don't think we're getting anywhere." She panted, after a minute of pushing. Her belly and lower back were exhausted from all of the work."I think we are, but you may very well know better than me. You are the mother, after all." Arthur said. "What does your body tell you to do?""It's saying I'm tired and hot and need a break.""I wish I could give you that. I really do. But right now you need to focus on pushing, on getting that baby out.""You're sure I can't take a little break?""I am. Now keep breathing deeply and when you feel the urge to push, don't ignore it; give in to it and push, push that baby out.""I think I got it the first time you said push," Mordena said, and tried to roll her eyes, but a sharp cramping start to the next contraction interrupted her."Another one?" Arthur asked.Mordena nodded, breathlessly."OK, good, now push push push. Let gravity help, my princess!"Mordena clenched her teeth and lifted herself up so she would have a better angle."Ahhhhghhhhhh""Keeeep pushing," Arthur shouted.When the next contraction came, Mordena pushed and pushed harder, and finally felt like she was making some progress."Oh fuck." She moaned. "I feel like he's about to come out.""What, already?" Arthur asked. "Are you sure?""I think so."Arthur's eyes widened and his color slowly drained back into his face."So, everything's OK?""Yes!" Mordena cried before the next contraction hit. But she was ready for it this time.She put both hands on the chair, pulled herself up, and pressed her arms on it. She rested her forehead on the rough fabric and closed her eyes. She imagined the baby, head down in her birth canal. And when the next contraction came, she rode it like a wave, squeezing and pushing and grunting to get that baby out."I can see the head now!" Arthur cried from behind."Oh my God." Mordena panted. "I'll keep pushing.""No," Arthur said. "Let yourself stretch. Just rest and let the baby rest there.""But I'm so full." Mordena pleaded. "I need him out of me. I need to finish giving birth. Please.""Just for a few minutes. Let him crown, and let yourself stretch around him. It will burn, but just ride it out." Arthur said and handed her the bottle of water. Mordena sucked it down eagerly and dropped the empty bottle as another involuntary clenching hit her. "Can I push now?""Not quite yet," Arthur said. "But soon."Mordena sighed, not relieved yet, but knowing that the end was near."Then are you ready to meet your baby?" She asked after a minute."Yes, push for me."Mordena gritted her teeth, swung her hips, crouched, and pushed. The head was out soon thereafter.Arthur cut the cord with a knife he sterilized. Hearing their son's startled cries, Mordena smiled and fell unconscious in Arthur's arms.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Mordena woke up, she felt like the overhead light burned through her eyes. It felt like his body had turned inside out and then been rearranged and stuffed again. Every limb weighed a ton. She didn’t feel much below the neck, but she did feel a hand caressing her body. She slowly turned her head and saw Arthur smiling at her. “You gave birth to a cute boy. Perfectly healthy, I think.”“I thought … thought I would die.”“Me too. Seeing you in that state gave me pain in the heart. The worst pain ever. And I realized it’s all my fault.”The room became silent for a moment. Then Arthur spoke: “I’ll never let out go through the pain of childbirth again.”“Don’t say such a silly thing,” Mordena said. “I love it. It validates my womanhood. I can bring life into this world. And I’m glad it’s you who put the life into me.”“I love you too, my princess,” Arthur giggled, “Hey, do you wanna try for the second one?”“Do you think that you show your true nature too soon?” Mordena gripped Arthur’s hips and twisted: “I just gave birth. I’m tired.”“You means we can try when you’re no longer tired? Let's try for a daughter next time! I’ll name her Elizabeth…”“Whoa, hold, hold, hold it! You already think of the name of your second child when you haven’t even named the first?”“Sorry, I forgot.”Arthur held the baby boy and declared: “My son, from this moment you are Meliodas, the first prince of Britain.”Suddenly, they felt a tremor, and then a glass-shattering sound came. Arthur put the baby down, ran to the nearest window, and saw the dome collapsing. The barrier was dispelled. He shouted excitedly:“Behold, Britain! Your king has returned!”
Arthur Pendragon cursed, like, the 20th times today. He didn’t count, but he was sure that in this week the number of swears that came from his mouth was more than his last 25 years added together.How did it end up like this?One day, his master and advisor, Merlin, told him that he needed to go and perform a mission. It’s very normal, he had done dozens of missions with the accompany of the Knights of the Round Table. However, this time Merlin asked him to go alone. The target was Morgan le Fay, a powerful witch who held a dark secret about Britain's royal family. To keep the secret from falling to the wrong ears, King Arthur must do this mission by himself.After searching for a long time, Arthur found Morgan le Fay in a castle on a remote island. The witch revealed to him that she was Morgana Pendragon and the elder paternal half-sister of Arthur.Arthur: “Why did you do all this?”“WHY? You dare to ask me why? This is all your fault!”“I don’t understand.”“I’m the legitimate daughter of King Uther and Queen Vivienne! I’m the rightful heir. Not like you! You’re just a bastard, a shameful error of our father who lusted after the wife of his subordinate…”She clenched her fist”… But Merlin has made a prophecy that you and your descendant will lead Britain to a new era. And my father believed that damned old man. He locked me and my mother away, told others that we were dead. I managed to escape, but my mom… I swore that one day I would get back what’s rightful mine and became the ruler of Britain.”Arthur shook his head: “You can never be King.”“I know, but he can.” Morgana smiled wickedly, pointing at a mirror. The magic tool didn’t show her reflection, but a boy who was playing with a wooden sword.“Who is he?”“Oh, you don’t see the similarity, do you? This is the son…” she stopped a bit, before throwing out a piece of shocking news, “… of us.”“What the hell are you talking about?”“Poor brother, you haven’t realized it yet. Do you remember the day you marry Guinevere eight years ago? It’s not her who consummated the marriage with you – that’s me. I’m the woman who took your virginity. We had a wonderful night together,” she licked her lips, “and the seed you planted in me has sprouted.”Arthur was horrified: If Morgana was telling the truth, it meant he, though unwittingly, has committed incest.“No, I don’t believe you. When I woke up the next morning, Guinevere was sleeping next to me.”“After spending the night with her lover, Lancelot. That’s right, your wife cheated with your best friend, your right-hand man. Do you think why she hasn’t given you a child yet? She has to take the contraceptive herb for a long time, it renders her barren… Stupefy!”Morgana suddenly attacked with a spell, but the experience allowed Arthur to dodge in the nick of time. They fought a long battle. In the end, the young king was the victor. But in her dying breath, Morgana cast a barrier around the island. She cursed that no one could go in and out of the barrier unless Arthur declared her child as the successor of the throne of Camelot.Arthur panically ran outside, only to found that he was trapped inside an invisible dome. Not even his magic sword Excaliber could scratch it. He searched through out the castle, found nothing but the boy whom Morgana has named Mordred.Arthur wanted to kill Mordred, but the honor of a knight and a king forbid him to attack a defenseless child. He had no choice but to raise Mordred. He may have taken the boy grudgingly, furiously, unwillingly, bitterly, yet still, he took the boy.Ten years have passed.Mordred grew up finely. Being concerned about the fact he killed his mother, Arthur never taught him about swordsmanship or magic. Instead, he let Mordred do the chores like cooking, cleaning, washing… In his teenage years before drawing out the sword in the stone, Arthur used to be a ward for Sir Kay, his older foster brother. Therefore, he had plenty of experience to share with Mordred. The student soon surpassed the master. By the time he turned 16, Mordred could be considered the best cooker and cleaner in entire England.On Mordred’s 18th birthday, Arthur went out to hunt while Mordred was cooking at home. When chasing after a rabbit, Arthur accidentally stumbled over a cave, which happened to be Morgana’s secret lair. He searched the cave, trying to find a spell that could dispel the barrier, but didn’t find any. Instead, he found several bottles of potion. Among them, a bottle labeled “X-Change Potion” attracted his attention.According to what he read, this potion would change the gender of the drinker. Morgana brewed it to make herself a prince but failed. The potion had no effect on women (she didn’t know that the potion was just a half-product. It altered the drinker’s DNA, removed the Y chromosome and doubled the X chromosome, thus changing men to women, but not vice-versa, since women had no Y chromosome, to begin with)A dark idea appeared in Arthur’s mind…-----------------------------------------------------------------------------When Arthur returned, his son greeted him: “Father, how is your hunting?”“Very good. I found this thing.” Arthur lifted a barrel. “This called wine, a drink for grown men. Since you turn adult today, we can have a feast together.”That night, the two held a birthday party. They spent the next thirty minutes or so sipping wine and reminiscing. But Mordred was getting tired and sleepy for some reason."Father, I'm sorry to interrupt our trip down memory lane, but I've got to take a nap.”"Are you feeling alright?", Arthur asked."Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sure all I need is a quick sleep. If you leave while I'm out, please don't forget to lock the door. And, don't drink all of my wine.""Don't worry. I'll be here when you wake up."Mordred wanted to say something more, but his eyelid suddenly felt so heavy…-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mordred didn’t know how long he has slept. Only that when he awoke, he was cold and shivering."So, how was your nap? Did you sleep well?", his father asked with a strange look in his eyes."Yeah.", Mordred said with a yawn. "Wait. Hold on. What's wrong with my voice?""There's nothing wrong with your voice, Mordred. You sound the way a woman is supposed to sound." Arthur casually answered.Mordred eased himself up onto one elbow and looked down.And screamed.This was not his body!Instead of the broad chest and muscular pecs, he looked down and saw two round, ripe breasts; topped with pert brown nipples.His previously bulging arms were gone – replaced with slender, tanned arms. And between his legs?A pussy. A woman’s pussy, hairless and bare.Clambering to his unsteady feet, Mordred got out of the bed and stared at himself in the full-length mirror in the room.He was a woman!It was his eyes he was staring through; but in the mirror, it was a tanned, athletic woman staring back. A beautiful, sexy woman; with large, round breasts, a pretty, high-cheek-boned face, and a curtain of curly brown hair.“W-what’s going on?” Mordred’s face went red, as Arthur’s eyes hungrily fixed on his naked, feminine body.Arthur didn’t answer, but made a question instead: “Can you do me a favor?”“Of… of course, but I didn’t think this is the time…”“I’m gonna make a woman out of you,” he slowly approached, “and releasing the pen-up pressure I had to hold for ten years.”Mordred backed away.“Wh-what? That’s crazy.”Arthur grabbed his arm.“Oh, it’s not crazy,” he hissed. “It’s payback.”“P-payback?” Mordred struggled, but in his new female body, he found he was a lot weaker than he used to be. “Payback for what ?”Slap!Arthur’s hand left a stinging imprint on Mordred’s cheek.“For the sin of your mother!” he roared. “That filthy woman took everything from me! My throne! My army! My queen… I never thought I’d get my chance to get revenge for that.” And then he smiled evilly. “But now I realized I could...”Mordred’s eyes widened.“W-what are you going to do to me?”“What else?”He pulled Mordred, who was struggling to free from his grip, and shoved him towards the bed.“Get off me!” Mordred cried. “I’m a man!”“You don’t look much like a man to me,” Arthur shrugged. “And as long as you have tits and a tight pussy, it doesn’t bother me if you ‘think’ you’re a man.”Mordred looked into his eyes and saw steely determination“Please,” he desperately begged. “Don’t do this. I’m your son.” He struggled but was unable to escape. “You can’t do this to me!”“Oh, I can,” Arthur grinned. “And I will. This isn’t the first time I commit incest after all.”And Arthur told Mordred the whole story.The shock made Mordred lose his thinking ability. His arms went limp and his resistance stopped.“Aww, yeah,” Arthur grinned. “You’re ready.”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A decade has passed, but Arthur didn’t forget how to handle a female. With his big, rough hands, he grabbed Mordred's heavy, round breasts and squeezed them roughly."Damn, these are some big titties."Mordred felt an involuntary tingle between his legs as Arthur squeezed and groped his breasts – a feeling of arousal he’d never experienced before, within the pussy he’d only had for the past hour or so.“Unnnngh,” the man inside the beautiful brunette groaned.Arthur let Mordred’s heavy breasts flop back down to his chest, and used his thumbs to gently rub Mordred's big, brown nipples.Mordred closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Arthur's rough fingers. His breath deepened. The unfamiliar nipples attached to his body responded; growing hard and aroused.And then Arthur's thick fingers slid between Mordred's thighs.Mordred gasped involuntarily, as Arthur's fingers slide inside his virginal pussy.Mordred had never felt anything like it – the touch of this big, strong man on it made him lick his lips eagerly.He squeezed shut his eyes. This beautiful, female body he was inhabiting was betraying him."Jesus," Arthur breathed hotly into Mordred’s ear. "The bitch is wet. How does it feel, Mordred?” She demanded. “How does it feel to have a man touching you?”But Mordred couldn’t say anything. He was ashamed. It felt good.“Ooooooh,” Mordred groaned. He felt a gush of wetness in his crotch."Told you," said Arthur, gripping Mordred’s big, heavy boobs in his rough fingers, "you’re gonna like it." He bent his head and pressed his mouth against Mordred’s.Mordred’s eyes shot open wide.Another man was kissing him.Fuck! This was wrong! This was gross! This was disgusting! This was…Actually, it wasn’t that bad.In fact, Mordred soon surrendered, opening his lips as Arthur forced his tongue inside Mordred’s mouth.Mordred felt dominated. Powerless. It was like his mouth was being raped – and he was liking it.He groaned into Arthur’s mouth.Mordred couldn't help it. With Arthur kneading his big, heavy breasts and sliding two fingers deep inside his new pussy, Mordred felt his defenses melt.He had a woman’s body. He was powerless except to respond as a woman would.Arthur's kisses were hard. Mordred couldn't believe how turned on he suddenly was. His whole body was aroused. His nipples were hard and throbbing. His pussy gushed moisture.“Unnnngh,” he groaned, twisting his own tongue over Arthur’s, like two snakes on Hermes’ staff.Eventually, with a sigh of disappointment, Mordred felt Arthur pull his lips away. He lied helplessly as Arthur rubbed his big, calloused hands over his round, feminine backside.Standing back, Arthur yanked down his pants, and an enormous erection sprang from it.Mordred gasped. Arthur’s cock was something which could be called King of Cocks - long, thick, throbbing, and veined.Arthur sneered, grabbing Mordred’s now tiny, feminine hand and bringing it to the throbbing black cock sprouting from his crotch. "Touch it."Mordred’s head reeled as he wrapped his little, girlish fingers around the thick shaft.Mordred cupped Arthur's heavy, egg-sized balls in one and the base of his massive erection in the other. He knew he should have been disgusted, but instead, he felt woozy; reveling in the sensation of hot, throbbing flesh in his hands.Arthur couldn’t hold his lust any longer. Spreading his partner’s legs as wide as he could, Arthur slowly pressed his swollen cock to the girl’s crotch."I'm gonna fuck you," Arthur hissed.Mordred’s face was full of terror. But the hard, fleshy knob of Arthur's cock was soon being pushed against Mordred’s moist pussy and, like a bitch in heat, he involuntarily pushed back. With a pop, the head of Arthur's dick slipped past the hymen and Mordred moaned as he felt the new and incredible sensation of being penetrated by another man’s cock.“Mmmmph!” Mordred mumbled, trying to not let out a scream of pain.“Oh, come on. Don’t look at me with such teary eyes. I promise the pain will be over soon. Shut up and enjoy.”And so did Mordred.Arthur's dick was long and thick, but Mordred’s wet, hungry pussy opened eagerly for every inch of it. Arthur was buried inside Mordred’s pussy, right to the hilt."That's fuckin' sexy," Arthur breathed. "Damn, I really miss this feeling."Poor Mordred shut his eyes, pretending he was in a dream - occupying a woman’s body that wasn’t his own, and the man he thought to be his father was raping him.But it was impossible to ignore the thick shaft ramming inside him or the throbbing sensation of his brand-new pussy.Arthur grabbed Mordred’s big, round bottom and started thrusting, his hips making a wet, slapping sound as they met with Mordred’s sweaty rump. Mordred was bounced back and forth, his heavy breasts swung too.Mordred was used to having a muscular body. In this woman’s body, it felt like every inch of his flesh was jiggling."Can you feel that?" Arthur demanded, suddenly realizing that Mordred’s wet pussy was quivering and gripping his big cock from within. "I think you’re gonna cum!"And Mordred did.His first-ever female orgasm gripped with pleasure radiated hotly from his crotch. The experience made all his previous pleasure seem pathetic by comparison. He finally got it. He finally realized the full, sexual majesty of being a woman."That's hot," Arthur felt Mordred groan, the pussy’s vibrations humming around his dick. "I'm cumming too..."Arthur’s dick shuddered and throbbed. Mordred felt his cock swell up deep inside his female pussy."Oh, God," he sobbed. "Not inside me..."But it was too late. Ramming himself up to the balls inside Mordred's wet little pussy, Arthur his dick spurted a thick load of sperm. It splattered inside Mordred’s uterus, like lava from a volcano’s eruption.And the sudden feeling of wetness and heat made Mordred shudder. He came again, wracked by shame and pleasure all at the same time.He was still shuddering as Arthur released him.Sweaty, sticky, and exhausted, Mordred slumped to the floor, gasping for breath. His glistening pussy looked red and raw; cum dribbling from it like a river.The whole locker room reeked of sex.Arthur enjoyed this shameful, guilty pleasure."Get dressed," He demanded, pulling on his own crumpled sweatpants. " you better clean yourself up, girl."Reluctantly, Mordred clambered to his feet. His knees felt weak. As he stood up, a warm dribble of Arthur's sperm ran hotly down his thighs.Arthur stroked Mordred’s feminine face.“That’s the right altitude,” Arthur grinned. “The man named Mordred doesn’t exist anymore. In fact, from now on, you’re a Mordena, the princess of a faraway country. You are kidnapped by Morgan le Fay the wicked witch, and I’m your savior. You have nothing to pay me back, so you offer your own body.”Mordred’s stomach churned.“Remember this story, in case we escape this trap and people begin to question about you.”Mordred felt sick.“One last reminder: you’re my concubine now. You’re my personal property.”And then Arthur winked at him.“And you should get used to being a woman from this point on, my princess.”-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mordena rubbed her own belly. It was starting to show. If she straightened her back hard, then she could make her stomach flat again, but it was pointless to do so.After that fateful day, they made love days and nights like animals. Arthur always shot his semen deep inside her, claimed that there was no reason for him to pull out. It’s only a matter of time before she got pregnant, and they both knew it. Sometimes she caught herself staring at the mirror, looking at her facial features, trying to find any boyish trace left behind. But one day she suddenly realized the man named Mordred was gone forever. The reflection in the mirror was a strange woman, who had fertile hips, firm breasts, and a belly slowly blossoming with the growing life inside.But the belly wasn’t a huge issue, not yet. The worst was the morning sickness. Mordena had thrown up three times in the past week, and sometimes it felt like someone was grabbing her insides and twisting them hard. He was constantly exhausted, hungry, or horny, or some combination of all of them.The good news was that Arthur treated her gentler, and didn’t force himself on her. However, Mordena began to take the initiative. Before her pregnancy was confirmed, she was in fear whenever he asked, but when it actually happened, she felt relieved and blissful.After cooking the dinner, Mordena went up back to her room, after drinking some water—and fingered himself. She was almost always wet. Thankfully, touching her womanhood never got dull, and Arthur was there to please him if she wanted. Today, Mordena wanted that very much.“Again, my princess?” Arthur asked. “That’ll be the third time today.”“I know.”They made out and fondled each other. Then Mordena spread her legs, and Arthur took that as a sign to get down to business. She had gotten quite good at the fingering part—they both had a lot of experience by now. Mordena moaned as Arthur fucked her hard until the orgasm washed over her. It always left her breathless and craving for more.After the sex, the two of them lounged around on the bed. Arthur rubbed her midsection. “Do you want to turn back once it’s over, my princess?”“I hope not. I’d rather stay a girl from here on. I’m sure that’s possible. I was meant to be this way.”Arthur ran his fingers through her blonde hair. “If we got out of here, I’ll give you all treasures on this land. It’s a cheap cost for the happiness you give me.”She smiled. “I would love that. But weeping you satisfied is payment enough.”The days and weeks and months passed by. Mordena and Arthur made love as often as they could—they never skipped a day. Along the way, Mordena’s belly continued to swell, and she learned how to keep his food down when morning sickness hit. Luckily the cabinets were always stocked, and over time there were more sweets and desserts mixed in. Mordena reckoned she had gained a full cup size about three months in. Her breasts were firmer, heavier. The areolas had darkened considerably and widened as well. And they were incredibly sensitive. Sometimes Mordena just played with her tits. It was never enough to get her to orgasm, but it always felt great. Arthur’s tongue around them was even better.After seven months, Mordena had almost forgotten what it was like to stand up straight, as having bloated tits and a massive belly shifted the balance of her body. The same for sleeping on her back. And masturbation was as common as eating or drinking. Mordena had gotten quite good at it, and the orgasms were more intense than ever.On one cool night, Mordena woke with the urge. Arthur was sound asleep next to her, and she didn’t want to wake him. She quietly slipped a hand down hẻ body, over the mountainous swell of her pregnant belly and underneath the sheet. Her crotch was already moist. Months of raging hormones hadn’t changed his pussy in any discernible way—other than it was constantly wet. And Mordena swore that she was hornier than ever. She squeezed one of her tits—not as hard as she could months before. In seconds, the torturing weight on his abdomen was no longer an inconvenience. Milk gushed to her fingers, and she licked every one of them clean, enjoying the taste and the scent of her own femininity.Mordena carefully pushed herself closer to orgasm, rolling his voluptuous body back and forth on the sheets. He needed the pleasure, the release.As the warmth in his loins intensified, Mordena let out a moaning, a little louder than before. Her hand which was buried between her legs felt a warm liquid come out.“You wake up just for having fun with yourself?”Mordena stopped rubbing when she saw Arthur looking at her. “ Damn. I woke you, didn’t I? I … I didn’t mean to wake you. I … I thought I was being quiet.”“Hard to be quiet in this house,” Arthur said. Even under the moonlight, he could tell that her cheeks were blushed red.Arthur rubbed Mordena’s immense belly was. It looked like she was ready to pop out a kid at any second. Mordena was a little worried, actually. What would happen when they went into labor? There was no midwife around. And if she had complications, say requiring a C-section or something or other, well…“In a few more weeks,” she sobbed, “I’m gonna have a baby. But I’m not designed by God for this task. I may not be able to deliver it.”Arthur whispered: “You should sleep. Remember, I’m always here for you.”Arthur laid down again, but when he just closed his eyes, Mordena pulled his arm.“I think my water has just broken,” Mordena said.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"How are you doing?" Arthur whispered, and took Mordena — and her giant belly — into his big, strong arms."I'm doing alright," Mordena replied as she rested her head on his shoulder."And how's the baby?""Fine, I'm having some contractions.""You're having contractions ?""Fucck this hurts." Mordena moaned, holding her belly. She could feel the contractions from both sides; like a beast went wild just below her skin. She sat down and started to cry:“How was I going to do this all by myself? It was such a huge task, turning this baby, dropping him out head-first and pushing him, inch by painful inch out of my stretched vagina…”"Calm down, my princess," Arthur said. "I know this is hard, but you can overcome it. Women had been doing it for years. Just keep breathing and we'll get through this. And then we'll get to meet our baby."Mordena answered him with a groan.Arthur ran to the closet, grabbed a bottle of water, opened a drawer, and pulled a pair of scissors out. Then he crossed back to his wife."Keep drinking water." He said, gently. "You need it. It's important for you and the baby."Mordena sighed and took a sip. The cool water did feel good on her thirsty throat."Granted. NOW PUSH." Arthur commanded. Mordena closed her eyes and pushed her tired body to squeeze the baby out."I don't think we're getting anywhere." She panted, after a minute of pushing. Her belly and lower back were exhausted from all of the work."I think we are, but you may very well know better than me. You are the mother, after all." Arthur said. "What does your body tell you to do?""It's saying I'm tired and hot and need a break.""I wish I could give you that. I really do. But right now you need to focus on pushing, on getting that baby out.""You're sure I can't take a little break?""I am. Now keep breathing deeply and when you feel the urge to push, don't ignore it; give in to it and push, push that baby out.""I think I got it the first time you said push," Mordena said, and tried to roll her eyes, but a sharp cramping start to the next contraction interrupted her."Another one?" Arthur asked.Mordena nodded, breathlessly."OK, good, now push push push. Let gravity help, my princess!"Mordena clenched her teeth and lifted herself up so she would have a better angle."Ahhhhghhhhhh""Keeeep pushing," Arthur shouted.When the next contraction came, Mordena pushed and pushed harder, and finally felt like she was making some progress."Oh fuck." She moaned. "I feel like he's about to come out.""What, already?" Arthur asked. "Are you sure?""I think so."Arthur's eyes widened and his color slowly drained back into his face."So, everything's OK?""Yes!" Mordena cried before the next contraction hit. But she was ready for it this time.She put both hands on the chair, pulled herself up, and pressed her arms on it. She rested her forehead on the rough fabric and closed her eyes. She imagined the baby, head down in her birth canal. And when the next contraction came, she rode it like a wave, squeezing and pushing and grunting to get that baby out."I can see the head now!" Arthur cried from behind."Oh my God." Mordena panted. "I'll keep pushing.""No," Arthur said. "Let yourself stretch. Just rest and let the baby rest there.""But I'm so full." Mordena pleaded. "I need him out of me. I need to finish giving birth. Please.""Just for a few minutes. Let him crown, and let yourself stretch around him. It will burn, but just ride it out." Arthur said and handed her the bottle of water. Mordena sucked it down eagerly and dropped the empty bottle as another involuntary clenching hit her. "Can I push now?""Not quite yet," Arthur said. "But soon."Mordena sighed, not relieved yet, but knowing that the end was near."Then are you ready to meet your baby?" She asked after a minute."Yes, push for me."Mordena gritted her teeth, swung her hips, crouched, and pushed. The head was out soon thereafter.Arthur cut the cord with a knife he sterilized. Hearing their son's startled cries, Mordena smiled and fell unconscious in Arthur's arms.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Mordena woke up, she felt like the overhead light burned through her eyes. It felt like his body had turned inside out and then been rearranged and stuffed again. Every limb weighed a ton. She didn’t feel much below the neck, but she did feel a hand caressing her body. She slowly turned her head and saw Arthur smiling at her. “You gave birth to a cute boy. Perfectly healthy, I think.”“I thought … thought I would die.”“Me too. Seeing you in that state gave me pain in the heart. The worst pain ever. And I realized it’s all my fault.”The room became silent for a moment. Then Arthur spoke: “I’ll never let out go through the pain of childbirth again.”“Don’t say such a silly thing,” Mordena said. “I love it. It validates my womanhood. I can bring life into this world. And I’m glad it’s you who put the life into me.”“I love you too, my princess,” Arthur giggled, “Hey, do you wanna try for the second one?”“Do you think that you show your true nature too soon?” Mordena gripped Arthur’s hips and twisted: “I just gave birth. I’m tired.”“You means we can try when you’re no longer tired? Let's try for a daughter next time! I’ll name her Elizabeth…”“Whoa, hold, hold, hold it! You already think of the name of your second child when you haven’t even named the first?”“Sorry, I forgot.”Arthur held the baby boy and declared: “My son, from this moment you are Meliodas, the first prince of Britain.”Suddenly, they felt a tremor, and then a glass-shattering sound came. Arthur put the baby down, ran to the nearest window, and saw the dome collapsing. The barrier was dispelled. He shouted excitedly:“Behold, Britain! Your king has returned!”
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