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Ayrrenth let out a lowgroan as he stretched. The large, red and black dragon narrowed his eyes and scanned the valley below. It was quiet. Had been quiet for some time now. Which was a good thing. Least that's what people kept telling him. Sure, it meant that everything was safe and he didn't have to worry about coming down to protect people. Though it came with the problem of the utter, soul crushing boredom that drove him to roll about on the grass.

Not saying he'd ever do something so undignified. At least not while people were watching.

He was mid-roll and gripe when a noise caught his attention. It was distant, but that was the sound of a horse's hooves coming towards his cave. Wouldn't be a knight, the locals knew he was safe. Hell, he'd had to convince them not to worship him. Just some tribute to keep him fed and in good shape. An exchange of services that they could both appreciate. He didn't have to hunt as much and they were safe. Generally speaking, of course. Still the odd bandit raid, mercenary group, or something that he had to take care of. Got annoying when knights came around at first, but then the locals kept sending them off the wrong way.

The dragon stopped and stood, quickly brushing wings over his body to get the dust off. It wasn't time for his tribute, so had to be a messenger. Meaning he had to look like he put in an effort to look good. Short of washing his scales down though? Well, a little dusty wouldn't hurt his regal-ness.

Ayrrenth was just getting settled onto his haunches when the rider came into view. The horse slowed a moment, balking at the sight of the mighty drake. Even from here, he could smell the beast's fear. He breathed out a sigh and waited as the rider fought with the mount for a moment. When would they take his advice and keep bringing the same horses up so they'd get used to him? Even after promising not to eat them, the locals were worried.

While he supposed that was reasonable, it got boring up here. And well... if he got too bored and there were some mares in that group... Well, he was a male dragon after all. One did get urges on occasion and without a good outlet...

Boots on grass made his ear fin twitch. Ayrrenth rolled his head to look down at the rather mangy looking canine that was approaching. Not the headmaster, WhatsHisFace, but his son; SameName. He wasn't being rude, it was just that their names were all hard to recall. Hell, they had a hard enough time remembering his. Always calling him M'Lord or the like.

"M'Lord Ayrrenth," Sam started to bow then stopped. The shepherd quickly swept his floppy hat off his head and bowed quickly. Ayrrenth rolled his eyes quietly, but still pushed his chest out. More than happy to have these lesser creatures bowing and scraping before him. Even if their dithering and stammering did get old. He was more than happy to endure it. Provided they kept up their willing tributes to him.

Sam wrung out his hat slowly as he looked at the dragon. Sunlight vanished into the obsidian scales and glittered off the ruby ones. This close to the dragon, there was only awe and fear from the simple shepherd. "Sorry to come bother you, Sire, but..." his ears pinned back as the dragon's gaze swept over him. His tail curled back and threatened to vanish between his legs. Swallowing, he fought to straighten his back. It was like facing down any predator, he reminded himself. Just a predator like any other.

A predator that could fly, kill swaths of enemies with his breath, rend knights with tooth and claw, and then there was the magic.

"Get on with it."

The sheer malice of the words nearly drove Sam to his knees before the great wyrm. "Rr-right, yessir." He cleared his throat and kept hat in hand. "There's this girl that just showed up."

Sweet heavens this was boring. Ayrrenth could feel himself falling asleep as SameName kept talking. Jaws stretched in a wide yawn, which drove the shepherd back another step. "I don't have time to help with your women troubles."

He was certain that the dragon was seconds away form snapping him in half. Sam kneaded his hat more, "N-nn-nothing wrong with my wife, Sire." It was really hard to keep standing, much less thinking enough to form words. Pretty sure he was on his way to forgetting how to talk. "Th-t-this lady showed up down at the v-v-vvvillage and st-started throwing spells."

Now that had his attention. Ayrrenth swung around, "Spells?" Shoulders rolled and claws dug at the ground slowly. Anticipation of something actually happening made his scales shudder. The drake's throat rolled with eager warmth as an anticipatory growl twined about his chest. He dropped so his head as on the same level as the shepherd. A wider grin rolled over his features as he licked his licks. Oh he had been itching for something to do. "Tell me more."

The breath washed over Sam, making his whiskers and fur curl from the sheer heat of it. A stray drop of the dragon's saliva splattered across his face. The sheer awestruck fear he felt was all that kept the dog from yelping out. "S-sh-she..."

"Quiet the stammering and tell me, Man!"

It was a wonder he kept standing. "She rode into town on this steed. Black as midnight, sire. Didn't seem to have no hooves, just this cloud of ash and smoke... weren't no noises from the thing as it rode up." His hand twitched to make a sign to ward off evil, stopped only by the iron grip on his hat. "Demonic beast I tell ya. Vanished as she hopped off. With a wave of her hand she made the whole town shake! Then she just grinned, held her hand out and this demonic ax leapt into her hand! 'Bring me your best warrior!' she cried in a voice that split the sky. Oh M'Lord Ayrrenth, there's no way we could stand against her!"

The ground hissed as the dragon's steaming drool dripped onto the grass. Patches of brown grass and sizzling rock spread from under the dragon's jaws. It was only a single woman out there, and these simple creatures were easy to frighten. The shepherd here reeked of fear. His eyes staring into the middle distance as the dragon casually, and unknowingly, pushed him past his limits. But this? The thought of another spell caster, much less one with some martial skill, had him drooling. Drool which the peasant barely noticed as it splattered on his feet.

Ayrrenth licked over his lips slowly and uttered a growl. "Well well well." The red and black dragon reared slowly and stretched. Muscles trembling with eager anticipation. "Can't have someone threatening my villages." Shoulders rolled and joints popped as he grinned widely. "Come, let us return to your home and see about saving it, hmm?" He swiped the drool from his chin with the back of a paw.

For the first time in a long while, he could feel his blood stirring with excitement. A mage had come into his territory. Not just any mage, but one that could swing a weapon? Oh if he were any more excited then he would be erect! Not that his slit wasn't already bulging just a little.

Wings beat at the air as the dragon surged up with an eager bellow. The sheer force of his wing beats drove Sam to the ground. His old nag screaming in fright as the drake took to the air. Rearing and pulling, threatening to break the reins. "Come, Peasant!" the mighty dragon bellowed as he circled the clearing outside his cavern.

"Aye, M'Lord..." Sam felt weirdly calm as he picked himself up. Dusting his clothes off and shambling towards his wide-eyed and trembling mare. "Easy girl..." he stroked her head, ignoring how the beast's hooves flailed and kicked as she reared. A strong hand brought her back down as he uttered soothing things towards the horse. Or at least he was sure that they were soothing. Might have been at one point. Regardless, he got the nag calmed enough that he was able to swing up into the saddle and start towards his home.

Malae sat outside the village's tavern. Village, pah! The place was hardly even a wide spot in the road dozen buildings; a single tavern that serves as the village's meeting spot; just a few farms; and that was it. Shoulders rolled as she looked at the villagers. Most were going about their day as she's ordered. A few lingered about. Strangely, none seemed eager to try their hand at fighting her. There was generally at least one of them that would take a boar spear and try to put it through her. Here? Not a single attempted skewering.

She didn't know if she should be disappointed or not.

The panthress let a sigh whisper from her lips. Casually tilting her head, she struck flame on the end of a finger and lit her pipe. A few of the nearby peasants tittered. Their voices somewhere between worried and awestruck. Though as soon as her gaze swept them, they would drop their eyes and hurry along. Her shocking, golden-red eyes following them.

Threatening peasants wasn't usually her thing. However, she'd heard rumors about a dragon being in the area. Not an ancient drake, but not a whelp either. A little more digging had turned up further rumors. Tales of a dragon that had driven off an army with tooth and talon, evocation and exhalation. Seemed he'd made enough of an impression that some of the locals had gathered together some surprising wealth to pay him off. 'Here's some gold and treasures, don't eat us or raze our village to the ground.'

Honestly, it was a pretty standard deal. People did it all the time without thinking about it. What else were taxes for if not a promise of protection.

Searching, she had turned up some old tales of local lords putting out a call for adventurers. A dragon moving into the territory? Raiding the locals to the point that they were easy pickings for another army? Only to sweep in and save the local populace? Funny how fast the yokels would forgive something. Well, suppose they were only practical. A dragon was easier to keep placated than an army was. Scrounge up some treasure from the abandoned manors? Toss some animals its way? Work to keep its ego stoked and keep it happy? Protection.

Although now she was worried about the dragon that she was facing down. She couldn't get much form the farmers. The beast's name was Ayrrenth. He was seemingly the spawn of a red and black dragon. Made her wonder just how that went down, and who was the mother. Wasn't entirely unheard of for dragons to occasionally mix and mingle, but without a metallic shine? That usually meant the tryst went down a very specific way. Other than that? They hadn't given her much useful information. 'He's as big as a mountain!' kept getting touted about. Dragons tended to intimidate most folk and that blew them way out of proportion.

Her ear twitched quietly. Now that she thought about it, it was pretty strange. She'd heard stories about years ago when this dragon came in. The local lords tried to drive him off, but he'd taken care of them. As dragons were want to do. It was surprising that no one had tried to come in and get rid of him since. Was he that dangerous? That manipulative? Some dragons were quite the far thinkers.

Her interests were neither in heroics or seeking vengeance. No. She had other reasons for being out here. There was no way she'd be able to take a dragon down on her own. Certainly never in a head to head fight. That wasn't her intent though.

Malae took another puff off her pipe and hummed. It was quiet. That eerie silence that kept her on edge. It'd been some time since the headmaster's son had gone off. Her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she village again. Her fur bristled as she saw several peasants whispering to each other. One started to point, but his hand was jerked down. They started to clear out the area around her. Moving in that 'we're trying to be casual don't pay attention to us' way.

She breathed out a sigh and tapped the ash from her pipe. Looks like she was up.

Ayrrenth quickly outpaced the peasant and his horse. He'd shot down the mountainside fast enough that he nearly uprooted several trees. The drake took a long, looping path about the mountain before scanning. While he couldn't remember exactly which village the shepherd was from, he knew it wasn't far off. A quick lap around the mountain turned up a village. Small one, lots of farmlands and grazing herds. Had to be the right one.

Banking hard, the dragon swept towards the tiny hamlet. Sure enough, as he approached several of the peasants waved towards him. They shouted something his way and pointed towards the village center. He couldn't hear them, but their intent was clear enough. His target lay in town. Where in town? He didn't know yet.

The dragon sucked in air and let out a mighty bellow. His thunderous roar blasted over the town as he flew over. Wings beat at the air, driving thatch and slate tiles from rooves. Ayrrenth swept lower as he circled the town. Sharp eyes swept over the village for anyone that stood out.

As he wheeled over the center of town, something caught his eye. A swirl of smoke and ember gathered near the largest building. He banked closer and took a breath, ready to belt out another roar.

Before he could so much as breath in, something leapt at him. That sparking, ember-filled cloud burst up from the ground and raced towards him. Smokey wings unfurled in a thunderous clap. A skeletal dragon uttered a hollow, rattling snarl. It was as if death itself were leaping at him, screeching it's need to reap his soul and ferry it to the underworld.

Wings beat at the air as the dragon tried to backpedal. He just managed to slow as the specter slammed into him. Exploring into... a cloud of swirling smoke.

He'd been tricked. Worse, he heard a laugh from below.

Anger rolled up his throat, bubbling out in a deep, throaty growl. A figure stepped out into the town square. Dark furred, simple leather armor, armed with just a smile and a smoking pipe. "Had expected better, If smoke and mirrors can have you backing off, this should be easy." She took a draw off her pipe, "And I even forgot the mirror."

That got a roar from the drake. The sound bubbling and popping as his breath weapon spilled from him. Boiling, caustic air spilled from his maw and poured down onto the interloper. His breath scorched the hard packed dirt, splashed against stone and wood, and spilled down the road. Smoke rose from buildings as his attack began to scorch and sear. Still his breath poured from his open jaws. Wings beating at the air to keep the drake aloft.

His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the ground below. Smoke rolled from several buildings where his caustic breath weapon was starting to melt stone and scorch wood. The distant calls of the lesser creatures caught his ear. Fins twitching as he tuned them out. Their wailing and cries were hardly his concern. They'd called upon him to handle this menace and that is what he was going to do. What happened to their homes was none of his business.

A flash of movement caught his attention. The drake snarled and twisted his head. A horse raced away from the town, moving far faster than any mortal steed. Even from this far he could tell that it was no mere beast. Smoke and embers flew from its hooves at it fled. The rider obscured by a billowing cloak.

Steaming rage boiled from his maw as he banked and swept after her. The rider twisted as he bore down on it and the horse. He could feel that emptiness in his chest filling as his breath slowly came back. Not yet though. The dragon reared his head and let out another bellow, arcane words dripping from lips as he wove his talons in complex patterns. Bolts of fire rained down from his hands. The rider darting between trees, just able to avoid them. He snarled and sent more spells after her. Ice cracked and snapped off trees. Bolts of raw, arcane energy splashed off a shimmering shield. A volley of acidic arrows rained down around her, the witch somehow able to dodge them. He snarled and reached deeper. Lightning arced and crackled about his talons as the rider bore down on the steed. Smokey hooves flying across the ground.

She wasn't getting away from him that easy.

Air cracked and thundered as the spell leapt from his claws. The raw power digging a trench along the ground as he swept over her and the mount. Her body twitched atop the summoned steed, the power lancing all over and threw her. The steed continued to barrel forward, but he could see arts of it begin to dissolve into mists and smoke. His muzzle split into a toothy grin as he tucked wings in tight and swept towards her.

Malae's body tingled from the lightning strike. She ground her teeth as she leaned into the phantasmal horse. It was already breaking apart under her. While she knew that it would hold together for about a minute more, she didn't have that kind of time. Especially as the dragon swept in. Every hair on her body stood at attention as the beast barreled down at her. If she timed it just right...

Claws struck at her. The panther twisted and leapt, armored foot catching at one as she launched herself with a bellow of her own. Her ax swirled into her hand as she made a fist. A wide grin spread over her muzzle as the dragon tried to reel back in shock. Too late though. The magical weapon caught his shoulder and discharged with a crack and boom. Unleashing the dragon's own lightning back into him. White-hot magical cracked and sparked as it leapt along his body. The war smith cackling as she tumbled down his body and into some brush.

Ayrrenth snarled as he touched down and twisted. Ignoring the trees that his body slammed into. The red and black drake spun about. Scanning the trees for the witch. He didn't need to look at his shoulder to know she'd scored a solid hit. It was far from debilitating, but hurt his pride more. "Come out or I will burn this forest down!"

"Hardly a bargain." Her voice drifted from his left. "I mean, if I come out you're just going to kill me." The voice drifted around him as if she were immediately in front of him. "Gotta say, I'm surprised that you know magic. Though can't say if that's more or less surprising than your heritage." He took a deep breath and looked around, trying to scent the woman out.

A low growl rolled up his throat, "You're talking a lot for someone that dared challenge a dragon." Eyes narrowed as he swung his head slowly. She wasn't in front of him, so she had to be using some sort of magic to speak with him. "Haven't lost your spine, have you?"

Her laugh was strangely sweet, "Oh no, just curious." Branches rustled to his right, then further to the left. "You know what they say don't you?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

One could almost see the grin her voice, "But satisfaction brought it back." Her voice dropped and purred right into his ear, "Will you be able to satisfy me, Dragon?" Ayrrenth could almost feel her lips brushing his fin, "I wonder..." Her tone was jovial, almost flirty.

Lips curled back as he scanned the trees. She had to be somewhere nearby, "Do not call me dragon, Mortal."

"Don't call me mortal, Dragon. Though I do suppose..." she trailed off as she stepped out from behind a tree. He finally got a look at her. Fur of such a deep midnight black that it had a bluish shine to it. Bright, reddish gold eyes stared at him across the distance. She casually held the strange, organic looking, battle ax of hers. The witch wore a heavy breastplate over her leathers. Elegant runes worked into filigree that seemed more functional than decorative. "I should introduce myself." She dipped into a graceful bow, "Echo Malae at your..."

His roar cut her off. Boiling, acidic breath tearing through the panther and into the forest beyond. Caustic vapor making the plant life blacken and curl away as he cut a swath through the forest. Curls of smoke and flame leaping from nearby trees as the dragon emptied his lungs at her. Not stopping until the last of his attack dribbled from his lips.

When his attack ended, Malae stood there, hardly a hair out of place. She casually pulled out a pipe, tapped some tobacco out into it, and lit it with a finger. "Well," she blew a ring of smoke towards him, "That was rude."

"As is hiding behind illusions." The dragon spit, steam continuing to rise from his clenched jaws. "Come out so I can kill you and go back to my lair!"

The image flickered as it walked to a fallen, smoldering tree, and sat down. "That's hardly incentive for me to come out." She took a draw off the pipe. "Come out and you kill me? What's in it for me?" Smoke rolled from her lips and formed into the words. Each one drifting about her head before getting blown away in a phantom breeze.

"A quick death. If I have to hunt you down for threatening those under my guard, I will make your end painful, Witch."

She hummed, "I already told you my name, Dragon."

"Your name matters not!" He snarled and advanced on the illusion.

The panthress leaned back, "It matters as much as yours does." Her illusion just looked at him flatly as he leaned in and pushed his nose through her form. "Although, I'm certain that yours will have less meaning if you let little old me escape your grasp..."

He jerked back and snarled, "You will not sully the name of Ayrrenth!" Lips curled back as steaming saliva began to drip from his lips, "I have conquered countless men. Devastated entire armies. Driven invaders from my territory!" He dug claws into the ground and reared back proudly, towering over the illusionary panther. "None can withstand my might!"

Malae watched through her illusion's eyes. Lips barely moving as she uttered a spell. She'd managed to find a tree hollow to tuck herself in, her dark pelt blending into the shadows rather handily. Fingers danced over her body, the soothing warmth of healing magics pouring from her open palm to soak her wounds. "So your name is Ayrrenth then?" The illusion grinned up at him, "Good, then we are acquainted now. Perhaps we can be civil and talk before we go back to trying to kill."

This close to the dragon, she could get a better look at him. Instinct honed from countless interactions with larger, more powerful foes lead her eyes over his form. He wasn't an ancient beast, but not a juvenile. Adult for sure. Likely this was his first territory. Though neither red nor black dragons cared for protecting the locals under their rule. Neither really used magics either, which made this more curious. She tilted her head just a little and breathed out a hum. No use trying to figure out his motivations. Not at the moment. Focus on what you can figure out.

Okay so what could she tell? His chest was about on level with her head. So getting under the drake wouldn't be that hard. It'd be easy to simply duck and go under him. Though she couldn't see any weak or broken scales on his underside. Meant that she couldn't pull a Black Arrow scenario on him.

Her ears perked as a thought occurred to her. Perhaps she might be able to pull a Red Lance on him. It wasn't something most would even consider. A great many dragons would kill you for even suggesting it. Well, the chromatics would. Some of the metallics would get a kick out of it. Why she'd teased this one silver about it and... well that had been one hell of a weekend.

Malae felt her cheeks flush at that memory, but thankfully her illusion just stood there calmly. He wasn't an elder or ancient, so he should have a fairly high drive. Without any other dragons about and his territory established? Well he had to be backed up. It was only now that she was thinking about it that she realized he dragon had been spewing threats, going into great detail about what he would do to her once he found her. So she carefully guided her illusion. Cant the hip, plant a hand there, go with that coy smile and...

"You certainly have a great many ideas, Arry." The nickname made him pause. A stunned look on the dragon's face before his lips began to curl back, "I think you went down the list of tortures and acts you could do on me. Well..." she tapped her lips, "almost everything."

This impudent little... "And pray tell what did I miss?" he snarled through clenched teeth. Claws digging into the ground as he pulled himself up to tower over her.

"Fucking."

His forelegs went weak, the dragon almost wobbling as her singular word caught him off guard. Ayrrenth jerked his head back in raw shock, "W-what?" He cleared his throat, "How dare you imply that I would even contemplate laying with a mortal such as yourself?" If his cheeks had been a lighter color, one would notice the blush that crept over them. He uttered a growl, "Such a thing is just..." he huffed and snarled, "If you were before me I would..."

"Do what, Arry? Drop your cock and demand I wrap my lips around it." The illusion flashed a wide grin and opened her maw. She mimed wrapping her hands around a thick manhood. The illusion's mouth stretched, cheeks bulged, and some very suggestive noises came from her as she mimed giving a blowjob. "Though that is a good way to warm up. Perhaps..." she turned about on her heel. Armor and clothing vanishing in a swirl of smoke. The panther grinned as she leaned forward and swayed her hips back and forth. "Pretty sure you're large, but maybe you could just fit the tip in..." her fingers spread her flower.

The audacity of this witch let the drake flustered. He was literally spitting and steaming at the maw as his tail lashed behind him. Cracking off a tree and sending it tumbling to the ground. Thankfully his full attention was on the illusion. The dragon failing to notice the panthress that ran from the hollow under the toppled tree and dove into some thicker brush. "I will not STAND for such insolence!" He snarled and flared his wings wide.

Brush and tress whipped about as the dragon's wings beat at the air, driving himself aloft. Caustic breath sizzled past his teeth as he snarled out a spell. Talons cut and ripped through the air. Each one crackling with dark, blackish green energies. Frustration paired with anger, giving his spells a new violence. Steam billowed from his maw as he unleashed the necrotic powers down onto the forest below. A dark sphere erupting from a point he'd picked near the illusion. The energy exploded outward with a ghastly howl. The darkness spreading, lashing outwards. Shadow forming into sickly hands, tendrils, and other unknown shapes. Clawing their way outward, sucking the green and life from everything. Animals screamed and were immediately silenced as their life energies were drained.

Ayrrenth panted, his entire body shaking from the effort of throwing everything he had into that spell. "let that be a lesson..." he growled and spat at the ground. The dragon turned and let his wings beat against the air. More than ready to go home and seek some respite from the day. He waited though, scanning the terrain below for any sign of movement. Any life whatsoever.

After a time that felt appropriate, he turned and started towards his lair. He could return to the village later and tell them of his victory. Doubtless, they'd be appreciative. What he failed to notice was the owl that took flight after him. Smoke trailing from its wings as it sailed along silently behind.

Following the dragon back to his lair was a cake walk. He never even looked back. Malae even found a good perch in a tree nearby. Her owlish form vanishing in a curl of smoke, leaving her perched on a somewhat shielded branch. The panther's tail twitched as she watched the dragon settle down at his cave. Ears perked as she took a quick look around the area.

They were in a rather open clearing rather high in the mountains. She could spot a winding path leading away from his wide open clearing. Likely how the 'mere mortals' made their way up to the dragon. Turning her attention to the clearing, it was surprisingly large. No real plant life near the entrance of his cave. Just rock and sandy soil. Few bushes her e there as it spread wider. Then the trees, including the one she perched in, at the very edge. She couldn't see much of the ave from where she sat, but the dragon seemed rather content to mill about the entrance. Grumbling and hissing under his breath like an angry tea pot.

She was getting low on spells. Getting away from that big thing he'd done then the flight? That about tapped her out. She looked down at her wrist and thought, clicking her tongue quietly. Several rows of tiny gems lay there. Most dark, but a few still glimmered with light. She'd either need shelter or some way to get into his lair tonight. Better save that. Might also need a way for a quick escape, so better save that one...

Her muzzle split into a low grin as she reviewed her own spells. There was one she had nearly forgotten about. A lowly little spell that wasn't great for a good many things. In fact, a great many of her peers had mocked her for even scribing it down. Well, who was laughing now?

Ayrrenth grumbled quietly and did a patrol about his clearing. It was just routine. He'd left the area and now he was searching. Making sure no troublemakers had come up here and left a surprise for him. For all he knew that Malae had some friends laying in wait. So better to check than to wake up with a sword in his gut. Still though, he was tired. Even though the fight had been short, he'd blown a fair bit of his reserves. Well... he had been lax in preparing and readying himself. Still, he was surprised she'd been able to avoid so many of his spells. Shame that she'd been reduced to a husk.

Jaws stretched in a wide yawn before snapping shut. The dragon grumbled under his breath and gave the treeline a quick scan. He should really check it, but... fuck it. He was fine.

Malae held her breath as the dragon approached the trees. She did her best to look like just another shadow as she sat there, staring towards the drake as he scanned the trees. Yawned. Then just turned and wandered to his cave. She waited until long after he'd vanished inside before letting out a slow breath of her own. Good. Wonderful, he was going to sleep and she'd be able to set her plan into motion.

Getting down from the tree was easy. As was setting up her shelter. She kept a careful watch on the cave as she wove her spell. Smoke and ember rolling from mouth and fingers as she spoke the ancient incantations. Soon the power was rolling about her like a mist. Following the lines of her hand as she lifted them. A dome of shadow encircling the panther. Feeling much safer, she breathed out a sigh and settled in, drawing out bedroll and ration. Quick meal before she get comfortable. She licked her fingers clean and settled back into her bedroll. Now for part two of her plan.

Ayrrenth yawned and settled down into his nest. The drake narrowed his eyes and took a weary look around the lair, just in case. He was forever suspicious. Mother had drilled that into his head countless times. Be wary of all. On the morrow, he would go and collect his tribute for taking care of that troublesome witch. Until then, Sleep.

"There you are," the voice was playful and just familiar enough that it made his head snap up. The panthress sat on a chest with a wide grin. She casually held her pipe between two fingers

He snarled and reared, "Witch! I killed you!"

She rolled her shoulders and took a draw off the pipe. "You certainly thought you did."

"I won't make the same mistake twice!" he reared and blew a concentrated blast at her. Not caring that his breath washed over a section of his treasure. It would be a small price to pay to be rid of her. Not to mention that it was his to do with as he wished. Even if that meant destroying it.

Jaws snapped shut, cutting his breath off before it could spread too far and take out his treasure hoard. As the echos of his exhalation died off, the dragon found himself staring down in shock. The panther sat there, unharmed. Though her clothing was steadily burning and dissolving her body. Flame and caustic breath eating away at leather and fabric. Letting it fall away from her fame in strands and sheets. "WITCH! How did you..."

"Survive?" her voice cut him off, clear as a bell on a clear day. She brushed some of the clothing shreds away. "Isn't this what you want?" Her bare form stretched before him. Ample breasts bouncing free as she arched gracefully. A bright collar made of polish brass appeared at her neck. "Your enemy not only beaten, but..." matching cuffs appeared on her wrists. A heavy chain pulling her down onto all fours. The panther's eyes glowed in the dark, "Subjugated before you?" Her voice dropped to a near whisper as the chain leapt, connecting to her collar. It raced towards him, each link being formed of flame and smoke before dropping before him. "Submissive to your every whim..."

It had been a while since Ayrrenth found himself in such a dream. Everything was so vivid, so enticing. He licked his lips as he grabbed the chain and tugged. She gasped as that simple tug was amplified. What would have only gotten the attention of another dragon sent her skidding towards him. "Perhaps..." his voice dropped to a deeper purr.

Rolling his head, he took a deep breath of her scent as she came closer. It was exotic, yet enticing. He could just scent the edges beginning hints of arousal there. That slick, eager femininity that made his own slit pulse. Cock readily pressing against its home and threatening to spill. "Come, Slave."

Her eyes blazed, "I have a name." she sat up and pulled at the chains, looking towards him with defiance.

Lips pulled back in a grin, "Yes, it is Slave, Witch." He pulled again and drove her down. The panther calling out as she hit the ground. Chains crashing off the stone floor. Ayrrenth breathed out a pleased rumble and rose, striding over her. He planted a forepaw on her body and drove her to the ground. The panthress huffing as he pressed more weight to her. Nearly crushing her beneath his foot. "Now..." he dipped his head and took a deep breath, "What is that I smell?" He licked his lips and grinned. The dragon leaned in and took a great deal of time and pleasure in inhaling her scent. "Are we getting excited? Does the thought of a mighty, victorious dragon excite you that much?"

She just groaned, trying to push against his hand. That only made his muzzle split into a wider grin. Oh how she'd fought and given him such a hard time. To feel her squirming under his foot, subjugated, and helpless? He couldn't have contained his excitement if he wanted to.

The dragon let out a deeper growl and rocked back onto his haunches. His raging manhood gladly surging free of his slit and throbbing in front of her. A deep growl rolled up his throat as he tugged at the chain, drawing the panthress in close. "Don't tell me that you were all bite." He grinned at her and licked his lips. "Well, you can certainly try to bite this, but I doubt you can..." Leaning back, the drake pulled her towards his erect cock.

Malae snarled at him, eyes blazing as she was forced towards the cock. He could feel her breath puff against his manhood. Eyes narrowed as the feline's whiskers twitched and tickled his tip. Oh it felt good. Hard to tell what was better. The feel of her growing closer to his cock, or the sight of it. The way her eyes were burning up at him. How she pulled on the chain. That little snarl that gave way to a gasp as her jaws opened. Teeth and lips glistening as her tongue rolled out. Cock quivered as the feline was pulled closer...

"Snrrrk!" the dragon jerked awake and blinked. "Arrgh!" he bellowed out, realizing that it had all been a dream. Of course it had been a dream, he'd completely wiped that insolent feline from the mortal plane. Though why was it that he was always torn from the best dreams right as they were getting good.

A low ache radiated from his groin. Of course he was belly down, that would explain things. Hard to sleep when the ground was digging into his flesh. While he had done a great deal to make his lair comfortable, there was only so much that could be done with rock. Bedding only lasted so long, and waking up surrounded in flame was rarely enjoyable.

Easy enough solution. He either had to take matters into his own claws, or roll over and wait for it to go away. When a deep yawn forced itself from the drake, he decided that tomorrow would be a better time to handle it. Groaning, he rolled onto his side and shut his eyes. Feeling himself glide into sleep readily.

Hands brushed over his erect cock. The touch oh so incredibly light. Just barely grazing his flesh before circling the tip. He hummed and smiled, not wanting to open his eyes as the touch continued. The touch was light as a feather, fur soft as silk slid smoothly along his flesh. He could feel his manhood throb and pulse, a heavy drop of precum rolling from the tip.

Deft fingers caught the pre before it spilled too far. They happily spread it over his tip and down. Slick hands traced the belly of his cock down. Toying with the smooth underside then back up to gather more precum from his tip. He arched, breath coming in heavier pants as the hands traced his member. Then, just a whisper of claws against his flesh. Not enough to break the skin, just hard enough to make him shiver and arch with a gasp.

Then the scent hit his nose. Female, excited, and... feline.

A growl broke from the drake as his eye snapped open. His head swung around to see the panthress kneeling there. She leaned forward, tail lifting enough to show off her pussy to the dragon. Dark lips swollen with excitement and glistening with a need that matched his own. As she leaned forward, her legs spread ever so slightly. The petals of her sexual flower opening to reveal her delectable insides.

Her smell drew him closer. Ayrrenth's nose twitched as he leaned in. Tongue slid over his lips as a hungry growl started to lift. His foreclaw came down to stroke her head and back as his cock twitched. The cat's whiskers twitched against his cock as she turned and looked back at him. A wide grin crawling over her face. She nuzzled his cock with a purr that he felt more than heard. Both hands curling over his cock as she arched towards him. Maw opening so her tongue could slide out and brush his member.

And he was awake again. Teeth ground as the drake rolled about on his side, kicking about in a near fit. "Arrrgh!" the bellow of pent-up frustration echoed out of his cave and into the distance. Twice now he'd been wrenched from a dream right before it got good. It wasn't his cock digging into the rock this time. He'd rolled over on top of his hoard and a bit of magical armor was jabbing into his shoulder. Cursing, the drake whipped around. His tail cracking into a pile of treasure and sending it flying about the cavern. Snarling, he rolled and thrashed around to clear a spot about him. He continued to ignore his throbbing manhood as he closed his eyes and huffed.

Ayrrenth rolled over and narrowed his eyes. Gaze sweeping along the treasure and beyond. As it came back, his sight settled on that smiling face of the panther. "Go away," he tried to growl, the sound dying off into a yawn. His tail switched and slammed into the ground. "Been torturing me all night, just let me have some rest."

Malae smirked as she took a slow draw off her pipe. "Have I now? Been bothering you that much that you just came in without so much as a how you do?" Her eyes narrowed just a bit as that smile widened. "Or was it something else that was bothering you?" She blew a smoke ring towards his raging erection.

The dragon jumped as the warm ring of smoke almost perfectly circled his twitching tip. "That is none of your business, Nightmare!" Claws scraped over the ground as he uttered a deep groan. "Get on with whatever torture you have planned so I can wake up and be done." Heaving over onto his back, the dragon huffed, that achingly hard cock laying against his belly.

She took another draw off her pipe and smiled. "Wake up? Why would you when it's morning, oh mighty Wyrm." The last evening had been more fun than she'd imagined. Who knew that a spell that let you invade someone's dreams could be so entertaining? Sure, it meant that she'd had to project herself into his sleeping mind, but once she was there? Oh he'd never suspected a thing. More than that, who would have known that spending all eve teasing the dragon would've been that fun? "Besides, rather certain you can handle that on your own."

His growl trailed into another yawn, "I will not suffer the indignation of 'handling that on my own' thank you." Least of all not while this dream phantom continued to haunt him. He might be worked up to almost beyond reason, but he was still a proud drake.

That pride is what she was going to play off of. Now it was time for the real reason she was out here. The rumors of a dragon and his treasure were always tempting. A single adventurer trying to slay one? No way unless she was far more experienced. If she was, then why would she be trying be subtle about it. Master mages could split the very mountains with a word. Anything below an ancient dragon would hardly give them trouble. And a whole party? Would have to split the treasure. No, this was better. Take her time, win him over with some subterfuge, and then get what she wanted. All while having some fun on top of it.

She tapped her pipe out on her boot and stood up. Carefully stepping around the dragon's splayed wings, she reached up and stroked his cock. Which meant that she had to practically lay across his belly. Sprawled out like this, he wasn't nearly as towering over her, but he was still a dragon. "And what do I get if I handle this for you?"

"I won't kill you." He bit his lip to hold back the groan. After an evening of progressively more erotic dreams, his member had passed the painfully hard phase. It was solid as an iron rod as she touched it. Bobbing with each beat of his heart.

Malae's purr was light and playful as she allowed her fingers to tease over his cock. "Oh that's hardly a reward. I could turn and leave right now. Just leave you with the indignity of handling this." She slid closer, "Or we can make a deal and I'll..." She trailed off as she leaned in, swirling her tongue around his cock. Dragons were a tough species but men were still men. While she could make use of her raspy tongue to tease him, she twisted her tongue. Letting him feel soft and then the rougher texture.

Ayrrenth openly gasped at the feel of the tongue on his cock. The dragon lifted his body and almost whimpered as her hand trailed down the belly of his length. And her tongue! Oh blessed Bahamut that tongue of hers was a gift from the Platinum Dragon himself. "W...wh...what do youuuu wan...want?"

Malae could feel the heavy dollop of precum as it raced up his shaft. She stayed there, waiting for a taste of this male before she answered. In her dream state, she hadn't gotten as good of a taste as she'd wanted. Granted, a great many males tried their own seed from time to time, but that was utterly different from tasting it herself. And his seed was... not entirely what she'd expected. Salty, a little acidic, but with a delightful smokey flavor to it.

She gladly tickled his tip with her tongue before pulling back. Letting the dragon see how the precum and saliva connected her maw to his tip. "There's a book in your hoard. If you give me that and let me leave, then I'll help you with this."

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. This was entirely new. None of the dream witches has dared bargain with him. They'd submitted, teased, taunted, but never tried to cut a deal. It must be some sort of trick. There had to be something else there. Something he was missing. Normally, he would be able to see through a great many devious mortal tricks, but... Fuck he had to get off.

"If you want the book and safe passage..." he ground his teeth as her tongue teased his tip, making it jump. "You'll need more than just your maw, W-witch. Yo...you'll haaaa!" he gasped as she took him into her mouth again. Teeth just barely grazing his tip as she bobbed her head slowly. It was getting really hard to focus. The dreams had left him on edge for so long. Either outright denying him when he took charge, or teasing him to the very cusp of orgasm. He swallowed and blurted, "Have to do better."

She came off his cock with a wet pop, "Better how?"

"Become my slave."

Malae laughed. The sound was enough to make the dragon's voice lift in a growl as he squirmed on the ground. "Slave? No, I can always walk away. Leave you with..." she trailed a finger up his shaft slowly, tracing one of the male's bulging veins. She hummed, tail swaying behind her. Wide hips bumping back and forth, "Okay, this is a bargaining. A blowjob and then a ride for the book and safe passage."

His head was throbbing in time with his aching member. Despite that he was still a dragon and that meant he had pride. "I cccccould get that fro... from any of the vill..." he huffed, "villagers."

"Very true..." she hummed quietly and stroked his pulsing member. With her back to him, he couldn't see her smirk, "Tell you what, Big guy. There's no sign or rumor of other dragons around here. I doubt you've been coaxing the villagers up here to take care of..." she half climbed atop him and twisted. She put on her most seductive look as she licked. Slowly dragging her tongue from his base right up to that twitching tip. "This," she breathed out. Letting each word puff against his tip, "So how about we strike a deal? Every six months I'll teleport back here, take care of your urges, take a trinket, and leave."

if Ayrrenth could sweat, he would have been from the effort of it all. "Every month."

"Four months."

"Two."

"Every three months and it'll be for a weekend."

Their eyes met. Ayrrenth on his back, Malae all but straddling his manhood. Her armored form rested lightly atop him, one hand around his cock and the other holding herself up. Eyes narrowed as he growled. She narrowed hers right back and let her hissing growl puff over his twitching tip. The second stretched to a moment. Neither breaking eye contact.

"Deal."

Malae's growl turned into a pleased chuff, "Good. I would say shake on it, but I think I have a better plan, Dragon." Her body rolled with her slow arch and stretch. The panthress sat up and started to doff her armor and travel clothing. She kept her legs wrapped about his core, grinding her lap into his as she undressed. Stuffing each bit of kit and gear into her pack before tossing it to the ground.

"What is that plan?" he huffed at her, ready to just scream.

Pearly white teeth flashed against the darkness of her face. "I," she chuffed, "am going to wrap my tits around this cock." She lay down atop him and casually wrapped her ample, oh so soft breasts around his cock. "And I'll get you off so you can think straight. Then our deal will be sealed. Agreed?"

Before he could respond, she was already in motion. That toned, powerful huntress form arched into his as she groaned. Grinding her bare slit across his scales. Thighs pressed to either side of his tail as she leaned in. Her tongue darted over his shaft and up to tease his tip. Malae let it dance over the crown before she sandwiched it between her breasts. Silky smooth fur slid over his member as she angled his manhood up. Nearly having to force it from just how erect he was. It didn't stop her from purring as more of that precum readily spilled from his cock and up into her maw. Her tongue darted around his flesh. Lavishing him with the smooth side before flipping and teasing his crown with the rougher side.

No surprise that the dragon's answer died off into a set of animalistic grunts and groans. He arched and thrashed on the ground, making her clamp down around his tail. Pussy grinding over the broader scales of his underside with a groan of her own. Her jaw shook around him as she bobbed her head and rolled her form. Trying to work both breasts around his cock as she fed his length deeper into her maw.

Malae brought many men to a finish in seconds doing this. Great way to get out of paying for an inn room. Convince some guy there to pay for her room if she can get him off before the sands in a timer run out? Oh so many were convinced she'd never do it, only to end up paying for the best room there.

Sometimes she'd even let them share the bed with her.

It was somewhat reassuring to know that even dragons had their limits. Didn't even have to dip into her bag of tricks for this. She just started to play and then the dragon was grunting and growling. His head flew back with a sharp intake of breath. An entire evening of teasing lead to this one moment. The dragon couldn't even roar as his peak hit. It was all he could do to just stay conscious as his pent up need unleashed itself into the panther.

Maybe this was a bad idea, Malae wondered as the dragon's cum boiled up into her waiting maw. It erupted into her mouth with such ferocity that it nearly choked her. The panther was as stubborn as she was diligent. She stayed down there and swallowed around his cock. Making sure to rub her breasts on either side to coax every drop from him that she could manage. It didn't stop her from almost choking on the sheer amount of cum he was putting out with each shot. While she could, and did, swallow a great deal of it, she allowed almost as much to dribble out of her mouth and run down his cock.

She came off his cock with a pant, licking her lips and grinning down at him. "Wow, someone was needy there." The panther slid her hips forward with a delighted purr. Ever so casually grinding her pussy lips against the still throbbing manhood. "So," she grinned at him, ignoring the cum that dripped from her chin down to his belly, "Deal?"

Ayrrenth was almost purring as he lay there, "We... we have a deal, Mortal."

Her tongue flicked against his tip, "What was my name, Dragon?"

Teeth ground as she toyed with his cock so soon after his finish. The drake huffed and writhed on the ground, "We have a deal, Malae."

She smiled and gave his tip a kiss, "Good. Now..." she ran her hand over his cock, "looks like you still need a little something. So why don't..." she arched with a purr and slid off the dragon. The panthress sauntered over to her bag, grabbed her bedroll, and tossed it near a chest. Leaning over, she curled her tail up to show off her backside to the dragon, "We take care of that?" She licked her lips and grinned back at him. Reaching back to spread her cheeks for the dragon.

As indignant as it was to drool at the sight of a wet and ready pussy, he couldn't help himself. He was salivating as he flipped onto all fours and crossed the short distance to her. The dragon's muzzle was drawn to her backside, nosing up under her tail and breathing in her scent. Oh it was better than he'd dreamed, literally. Rich and wanting. It spoke to something deep within him, coaxing his tongue out to lick.

"OoOOoooooh," she purred out her moan as his thick tongue slithered over her pussy lips. "That's a good dragon, Ayrrenth. Mmmm, get a good taste of me before you mount up." Leaning over the chest, she hiked her rear further.

He didn't need more encouragement. Foreclaws scratched over the ground as he let his tongue dive and swirl inside her. His entire world focus was just her backside and bare slit. Cock twitching in time with each lick. The hybrid dragon groaning as he nuzzled her backside. Unable to help himself from lifting his head and cleaning his maw. He shouldn't stick his dick in this lesser creature, but... fuck he needed it so bad. All he could think of was if her mouth felt that good, how wonderful would her pussy be?

She didn't have to say a word to coax him over her. The dragon just moved up and over. Cock swaying with each step as he moved into position. Even with the chest holding her up, it meant that he had to dip his hips to bring himself in line with her. The male wouldn't be able to see, so she gladly reached back to line him up. Breath caught in her throat as she felt him nudge then part her folds.

Then it was knocked from her as the dragon drove in. He filled her right to the brim in a single thrust. Stretching her nice and wide before crashing against her cervix. Rather than call out, she ground her teeth and planted her feet, rocking against hims. "E-easy," she snarled and reached back between her legs. Fingers danced over her spread pussy and down his cock. His next thrust drove just as deep, the dragon intent on shoving every last inch into her that he could. It'd be hopeless trying to get him to stop. Still, she knew how to handle guys. Gathering a bit of slickness before grabbing his cock.

Holding tight to his length, she did her best to keep him from breaking her. Ayrrenth was far larger and stronger than she, it wouldn't be hard for him to slip and accidentally hurt her, or worse. He'd already shown just how little restraint he had. Should have known better and just taken him when he was on his back. She'd have to work on him with that.

Later though. For now, she let her head rest on the chest. One hand holding his cock as the other slipped back to madly finger her clit. The panther's groans and pants happily lifting to meet the dragon's savage snarls and grunts.

Oh this was everything he'd hoped it was and more. Eyes rolled back as her slick warmth enveloped his cock. His hips shuddered and shook before driving in again. Which made her clench around him before her entrance grew tighter. A distant part reminded the dragon that she was smaller than he was. That she couldn't handle his size without harm. Yet... fuck he needed this more than he really cared.

Still, he tried to keep his thrusts short and shallow. Didn't hurt at all that his cock was still sensitive from the blowjob. Precum readily spilled into her, making each thrust that much slicker, that much faster. A moan slipped from the dragon as his head dipped. Talons ripping into the stone of his flooring.

A moan reached his ears from below. The panthress crying out as she rocked into him. Her needy pants only encouraging him. Driving him to thrust that much harder, that much faster. Ayrrenth savored each cry as she arched into him. Their savage noises fought against the slick noises of his cock pounding deep into her cunt. A noise that only grew that much more exciting as her voice lifted with a snarling cry.

He'd never heard her orgasm before, but his body knew what it was. Talons dug deep into the rock as he drove forward. Answering her call with one of his own. Thick, virile dragon cum filled the panthress with the first shot. Her gut bulged, cum soon leaking out around his member and dripping down onto the ground in thick drips and drops. Teeth grinding as his entire world spun. His breath came in short, panting gasps as his eyes rolled back and limbs weakened.

Then the world lurched and he fell to his side.

Malae gasped as the dragon flooded her, thighs shaking from the volume of cum being pumped into her. The panthress bit her bottom lip and shivered as he shifted over her, pressing just a little deeper, then... he slipped out with a wet pop and a thud. The entire cave shaking as the mighty beast dropped to his side. Leaving her panting and trembling, pussy gaping for a long moment as his cum drooled from her. She huffed and stood there, waiting for her legs to get steady before she carefully straightened up. Now... where was that book?

Ayrrenth lay there for a long moment, eyes closed and panting. His ear fin twitched as he heard the panthress rummage around in a nearby pile. Instinct drove a growl up his throat, but he tamped it down. A deal had been made, she'd earned her reward.

Imagine his surprise when she joined him moments later. She held a heavy tome, bound in thick leather with actual brass inlaid into the cover and spine. A pleased noise rolled up her throat as she leaned back and cracked the book open.

"So," he huffed, "how did you survive?"

Malae shifted against him, "If I told you, that'd ruin the surprise, Ayrrenth. Now hush, I want to get started reading this."