Twist of Fate by Jalle

Twist of Fate

Jalle, Breeding, Cock Transformation, Impregnation, Male/Female, Precum

A brief synopsis- a travelling paladin is ambushed by a horny dragoness afflicted with a curse. He ends up turning her into his cock and using her on the rival who cursed her.

Wow! Another story from me? I didn't think it was possible. Unfortunately, I was laid off from work earlier this month, so I've had a lot of time to re-adjust, and part of that is getting hornier more often, and wanting to write occasionally. This is an adaptation of a roleplay scene I started on f-list. It is NOT a log and is instead a full re-telling. I loved the idea and wanted to write it. I truly hope you like it.

Additionally- you will probably notice a lot of similar themes if you've read my early work. I hope I'm not being repetitious, but hey, I really like what I like. I think there's enough of a twist here to keep it feeling fresh. If you like it, I would love it if you left a comment to let me know.

Here's the boring part- being laid off, I'm not exactly raking in funds and I'm not open for commissions. But if you really like my stories and would love to show some appreciate (and hopefully keep me in a spot to write more), please consider sending me a few bucks at paypal.me/lyvern. You have no idea how much even a dollar or two helps right now. I am not open for commissions, as I simply do not perform well with them.

Length; 6800 words.

The Kalkex Mountains were beautiful, but a rarely traveled area. A stunning mountain range with jagged peaks towered over a valley filled with lush trees and wildlife, cut through the middle with a steady, but shallow stream that flowed from the mountaintops. There were legends that a dragon flew over this area, but the towns closest to the valley hadn't reported attacks in decades.

Ky Charir, Paladin of the order of Bahamut, was making his way through this valley on orders to assist a small village with their reports of missing townspeople. Although he was making haste on his way through, it was hard not to take a few moments out of his day to admire the beauty and nature around him. The seasons were beginning to turn from fall to winter, so tall trees with orange and red leaves were often coated in white snow in the morning, before melting in the afternoon heat.

This morning, Ky awoke and stretched, coming out of his bedroll dressed in simple clothing- a large, white shirt that hung from his muscles, and baggy brown breeches, both easy to wear under a suit of armor. He set about preparing for his day, chewing on some jerky while cleaning up his camp, as a distant thump, thump began to echo through the valley.

He looked up, past the treeline, and spotted a speck in the sky- one that was quickly growing larger, with the beating of wings. It seemed like the rumors of a dragon were true, after all. But he couldn't imagine why it'd seek him out, if there had been no attacks here in recent years. It would arrive in moments, and he had no time to put on heavy, complex armor- so he did what he could do, and grabbed his sword, stepping away from the middle of the clearing he was in to both protect himself with the treeline, and give the creature space to land.

If you could call it landing. The dragon, with olive scales took only two beats of its wings to slow its descent, sending twigs, rocks, and Ky's camping kit flying about. He protected his head with his arms and the sword as the dragon crashed into the forest floor, scouring the earth with its claws. He peeked at it past his sword, waiting with ragged breath to see if he was under attack...

Thankfully, the dragon- dragoness, he realized, did not bathe him in flame right away. Her snout rose into the air inquisitively as she looked him over, nostrils flaring. The tip of her spaded tail rose up behind her as she took a step forward. "Do you speak?" she asked, first in draconic, and again in Common.

She stared down at the tiny, weak two-legged imitation of a dragon before her, and wondered how it had come to this. Her breath was ragged, spittle leaking from the corners of her mouth, her muscles trembling. Never before had she felt such a need, deep in her bones. She had been a part of heat, before, but this was something else, driving her to seek out the closest available cock that she could find. This... Golden twig didn't even seem to notice, so surprised he was by her arrival.

The back of her legs were cold in the morning air- drenched by the drool seeping from her slit. She knew it felt empty, and as small as he was, the hints of masculine scent off of this male were driving her into a frenzy. Her raised tail lashed about as she waited for his answer, her head craning forward as he finally mumbled "I speak either." Good. She refused to debase herself with something that couldn't at least speak, and so, this was her only option in this empty valley.

Ky flicked a twig out of his horns. She looked... Frenzied. He couldn't tell if she was enraged, sick, or something else. Her head lowered, and her eyes turned to slits- he recognized she was coming at him, but he just wasn't fast enough to evade. He had his sword halfway out of its sheathe by the time she was on him, slamming him into the ground with one heavy forepaw. His sword flew from his hand and clattered to the ground a few feet away, out of his reach.

He sucked in a breath, all of the air forced out from his lungs, as her snout poked against his neck, teeth just barely scraping over his scales. His nose tingled, and Ky scrunched up his face while he squirmed under her weight and power. "So small... So thin," she whispered, the scent of spice in the air.

He couldn't move, forced to lay there as she inspected him, for whatever reason. Ky felt... Hot. Like he was breathing in fire, his lungs felt ablaze, and the heat was spreading out through him, into his gut, thighs, and his nuts. It felt like he had never noticed them before- in his order, they disallowed their paladins from the distractions of sex and pleasure, but he had felt arousal before, even the need to get off. This was like he simply had them to begin with, and suddenly, they were there, begging for release.

He clenched and squeezed, flexing his abs for a moment, to try and clear the sensation, only to make it worse. The hot breath of the dragoness above him washed over his chest, his belly, and landed above his groin, where she nosed between his thighs, pulling in a breath as if she had been trapped underwater and this was her first breath of fresh air.

Her tongue slipped free, pressing between against his hip, slithering down into the crack between his clothed balls and his thigh, the heat of it making him hiss. Not in pain, but in new pleasure, as every touch was like lightning to his strangely sensitive testicles. "Nf! Stop!" he yelped, but her grip only tightened on him. The air stank to him- and it wasn't her scent. There was something more, something sinister behind this. Even as his cock began to stir, he steeled himself to cast detect evil.

Sniff, sniff, sniiiifffff she inhaled that wonderful, male scent. Such a creature should not smell this good. He was nothing compared to drakes she had mated with in the past, but he had everything she craved in this moment. The fool had shut his eyes in fear of her, as if trying to pretend she wasn't there. She flexed the inner walls of her cunt, and shuddered as slick arousal drooled out in copious, glittering strands, landing on the ground underneath her.

She had to have it. She needed more. Her tongue gripped at his thigh, gathered up the thin cloth 'armor' he had bothered putting on, and tore it off in a smooth stroke. She was certain he would satisfy any two-legged woman- his well defined muscles, full-looking orbs, and the red tip peeking from a golden slit were admirable, for someone his size. She had had drakes with manhoods larger than this runt's leg, but they weren't here right now.

She crammed her snout back into his crotch, hearing him yelp, and smelled him once more. It was rich, a deep scent of musk with a hint of draconic nature to it, hot as if air from a forge, and it made her quiver to her core. Her tongue, nearly as thick as his manhood, probed his slit and slid inside for a tight fit, but she was rewarded with feeling it throb in response, pushing up and out of his slit, until over a foot of prick stood there. Barely longer than one of her claws, but for some reason, so much more enticing.

Her dexterous tongue wrapped around his base, sliding up the shaft in a smooth pump, and a hot splurt of his clear, glittering precum shot forth, landing just between her nostrils. She felt like she might faint- his scent was overwhelming her, and she moved forward while savoring it, until her needy, dripping snatch hovered just above his meat, a trail of her feminine juices landing on his ankle and gut.

Ky, in this moment, was panicking. Not because the sex-crazed dragon, but the overwhelming black magic of the curse that she held, laid over her like a black, oozing tar that was slowly covering him, too. This was the darkest of magics that he had ever seen, and the only way out of this would be finding a way to dispel it, before it corrupted him. Whatever the magic's goal was, what this curse was meant to do, he knew he couldn't let it finish.

If he could divine its source, he may be able to dispel it. Unfortunately, most of his magical prowess through the power of his god was catered towards fighting physical evil, like ghouls, ghosts, and unnatural beasts. The intangible evil was much harder for him to deal with. He only had to dispel a curse he knew nothing about, while this dragoness ravaged his body, and fought its effects on him, too. Simple. Easy.

He couldn't let despair get to him, no matter how much he knew he was fucked. His cock was ragingly hard- jutting up like a stone spire from his groin, and as her scent got closer and stronger to him, it felt more like his nuts would explode from how tight they were. Thoughts of pounding draconic pussy were filling his mind, but strangely, it wasn't the one mere inches from his shaft right now.

He could picture her in his mind- a svelte, purple dragoness adorned with gold rings on her horns, a necklace just above her chest, and a slim crown upon her head. She was laying atop a bed of gold, legs spread just a touch apart, slick with her need. She needed him... Her king, to give her a clutch of eggs like no other.

The drenched, searing insides of the olive dragoness above him now broke him from the vision, as they slid over his cock, taking him fully inside with ease. She moaned out, long and low above him, as if taking the first bite of a delicious meal. He gasped out, and lost himself for a moment. He snarled, his claws digging into the ground next to him, as he bucked up into her. It was hard to call her tight, but her all encompassing warmth, overwhelming slickness, and soft walls were certainly pleasurable to buck into.

He knew he couldn't, though. Giving in here would mean defeat, so he pulled himself back out, half of his length free with his rump on the ground, only for her to plop down and pin him there, too. Squeezing, shifting, rubbing on him... "Stop! Damn you!" he cursed, only for her to titter in laughter. "Am I too much for you, little one? You should be honored."

An unexpected wave of anger flashed over Ky, and he snarled, teeth bared! "No! There is magic at fault here. Are you blind?" Just as quick as it came, he returned to his senses, and leaned his head back, surprised. It was unlike him to snap, even in tense situations. It seemed like he chose the wrong words, though, as her jaws suddenly snapped shit an inch from his face. "You?" She seethed, "You did this to me?"

Even in her rage, her walls seemed intent on milking him, squeezing just around his shaft, making it pulse within her, a mixture of their fluids staining his scales. He shuddered, keeping himself from thrusting as best he could. "NO!" His voice was loud- perhaps louder than should be possible, and she drew aback.

"You are CURSED. Black magic falls from you like rain from the skies. I may be able to dispel it, if you SIT STILL and calm down." His stern words seemed to have an effect on her, taking the dominant dragoness and cooling her emotions, just a touch.

Of course, she had a very good idea of who cast this curse on her. There was a longtime rival who had coveted her idealistic mountain range for some time, but could never beat her in a fight to take it. The paladin muttered some spells and snapped his fingers, sparks of yellow magic popping and fizzling as he tried to stop their mating.

She couldn't quit squeezing around him, though. Knowing it was a curse made it easier to fight, but her body was as stubborn and willful as she was, so time and again her inner walls squeezed around his length. She was getting to know it well, and was honestly surprised he had lasted this long. She craved for him to be in her... But as she explored her feelings, it was less that she wanted his seed, for eggs, and more that she just had his cock stuck inside.

It was amusing to watch him try and keep his concentration throughout this time. His cheeks would twitch, nostrils flare, and every so often he would bare his teeth as if getting ready for a dominant mating bite- she loved that expression. It was almost fulfilling to see him act the part of a dominant dragon.

Moments passed, and though she couldn't pinpoint when... It seemed like they had gotten stuck. She could clench and feel his firm length, but when she tried to lift herself, his hips followed with her. His surprised yelp was funny enough, but he didn't have a knot capable of locking him inside her. A twinge of worry sprung in her chest. Just what was her rival up to? What possible outcome did she want? The dragoness craned her head down towards her pussy, to inspect further.

Nothing he was casting was working, and things only seemed to be getting worse. The overwhelming warmth, which he knew to be the curse, seemed to have settled firmly in him. It may be more accurate to say, now, that he was cursed instead of the dragoness. His nuts still ached to the point that they hurt, making him shift his legs away just to give them space.

His member was pulsing, throbbing, but.. Strangely indistinct. He felt the warmth from the dragoness, but for some reason, couldn't figure out where he ended and she began. He could no longer feel her slick walls teasing him, and the constant tugging she was doing made it harder for him to cast these spells. He was practically just running it down every spell he knew at this point.

Her loud gasp made him open his eyes to the bright, morning sun once more. Her large head was over his chest, pointed back at their coupled nethers. He let his head thud back into the earth underneath him, and it hit with more force than expected- he felt heavier than before. It took more effort to move, but he wasn't sure why. It's not like the curse would physically make him heavier.

An olive snout soon poked its way into his view, almost sheepishly. When he tilted his head to look, she seemed worried, a stark change from earlier. "Have you had any luck?" she asked, and he shook his head. "It may help if I knew what sort of magic was used to place it. I've tried dispel curse, I've said the words for dispel magic, I've tried holy lightning. I may just Smite myself if it doesn't let up."

"Yes, well, please try that. Quickly." How demanding. If only he could get some release, maybe he could figure it out. His testes felt like iron weights, roiling with his cum and desires. Surely they were integral to the purpose of this curse. He clenched, and they rose- just stimulating them a little seemed to make it easier, for a moment. He did it again, and his ballsack settled again. Once more, and a twinge ran up from his base. The dragoness above him shuddered heavily, from root to tip, her wings flaring out and drawing back in as if she felt it.

Weird. He had to shift his right leg to peel his scales away from the sticky side of his nutsack, which was also a bit out of place, as he could have sworn he already spread his legs to make space.He tried to gather and move holy magic through his body, running from his chest, to his toes, and back.

And then she was back. The purple dragoness.

The image of her rival flashed in front of her eyes, taking its place inside the dragoness's mind. Purple scales, adorned with gaudy trinkets claiming a status she didn't have. It made her blood boil. The smile on the lips of the purple dragoness taunted her, but the view quickly shifted to her behind- plump rump cheeks above thick thighs, and a wet slit between them. Normally, this wouldn't do much- she preferred drakes, but there was something alluring that drew her in.

Her jaw slackened as the purple dragoness reached between her thighs, sliding a finger close to damp folds, running up them to slowly part supple scales and reveal the pink, dripping hole. Drool pooled in the corners of her mouth as the view got closer and closer, making her wonder what it tasted like. What it must smell like. What it would feel when she pressed against- she snapped her jaw shut and forced herself to shut her eyes, trying to force the vision from her mind. There was no way that was going to happen. There was no way she could be this drake's...

"Hurry. Up!" she snapped at him, but it looked like the golden-scaled male was facing his own vision. His face was twisted in a snarl, and she could feel his body squirming under her again, bucking uselessly against her once or twice. Of course he would have no control, no fortitude against something like this. She ducked her head down again to inspect them, and found that things had grown worse. No longer did her soft, olive scales cling around the base of his shaft, but instead, veiny red flesh had started to take over, spreading out. It was only a few inches now, but if things didn't fix themselves soon, she could not imagine what would come next. Nor would she try.

She brought her head around from the other angle, along the outside of her body, using the long length of her neck to easily twist about. Between the legs of the male, were a pair of orbs massive enough to reach the ground, filling the space between his thighs and still managing to look full of seed. His scent was stronger now, and she couldn't help but take it in for a moment, as a dizzying sense of pride ran through her head. She shouldn't be proud of his size. Not like they were... Hers.

The visions of this temptress finally seemed to wane, leaving Ky hornier than ever. It was as if all he wanted in life was to pound into her, sire his clutch, and spread the tyranny of dragons across the lands, even though it made no sense. He was no dragon. But still, he yearned for her in ways that his order never taught him to resist. His nuts clenched again, to no avail. He was so pent up, but all that pre and cum had nowhere to go- he just couldn't get off.

As his head finally cleared and he relaxed, his hips cracked loudly. His legs shifted up, bones popping without any pain to shift into a new shape. He couldn't quite make it out past her body, but it felt much more natural to hold his thighs up, instead of letting them fall flat like before. If he weren't so rattled, it might have made sense to him.

He found himself face to face with the worried dragoness again, her snout bumping into his briefly. She looked... Smaller. Or at least, she didn't seem quite as large as before. She still towered over him, so perhaps it was a trick of the light. "I'm working on it. Sorry- I just, this is affecting me too." Her nod was meek, as it should be.

He shifted, uncomfortable on the ground, and his back creaked all the while, a series of small pops running along its length. There were two spots on his back where it felt like something was digging in, though it was less pressing of an issue than his groin, for now. Ky was giving everything he had to try and break this, and in between each spell, he clenched his abs, trying to unsettle the pain in his balls, and clear some pressure. Spell after spell failed, and failed, nothing getting done, which just frustrated him further.

The dragoness felt bloated- full, stuffed from something and what it could be made her cringe. She could only watch as he tried, seeing both his determined expression, and those slowly expanding balls, throbbing and pumping, all of the male essence he had going somewhere- but not coming out.

He tried again, his balls drew up in their sack, and something swelled in her. She hiccuped, and a warm breath escaped her mouth, the scent of something distinctly masculine clinging to it. His musk puffed out from her mouth, and she was terrified. He still didn't even know. She wished she could forget. She refused to be this man's thick, virile, studly cock.

It just couldn't be. The dragonborn grunted, and this time, she burped- the thick musk coming through far stronger. It was such a good scent. Perfect for a breeder like him, it would stick strongly to any broodmare he chose, marking them as his own for days, weeks, and even months after he bred them.

Fertile pussies, gaped out wide around- no! She slammed her paw into the ground next to his head, and leaned in close to angrily snarl, terror in her heart. "Work faster! And quit- that- thing with your balls!"

He snarled back, as if he wasn't even bothered by her any more. Gone was the frightened, small man-thing she found, and instead she was being countered by the casual, reluctant attitude of a regular drake, doing her bidding just to quiet her. She checked down below, and wished she hadn't. Red, oversized cock pressed up from his hips, the firm base of a massive breeding tool, complete with a firm ridge, perfect for removing the seed of any other made who had happened to take his prize before him. One of many that adorned the prick she saw before she mounted it.

Ky had grown used to the groaning of his body. His hand was meatier than before, fingers thicker, more like a paw than he was used to, but he could still cast spells. He was pretty much out, though. For the past few minutes, all he had been able to do was lie back and try to not think about fucking. He felt like he was working up to something- the more he squeezed and tried to flex his shaft, the closer he got to something breaking through.

The pressure was tight, but he could swear there was light at the end of this tunnel. The damned dragoness had tried to tell him to stop, but what was she going to do? He was her only way out of this mess. She couldn't hurt him now. He squeezed his abs, and felt the pressure shift. He was so close! He could definitely think of something if he could just relieve a tiny bit of this pressure. So, he resolved to see it through.

Glrrrrnnn... The sound of those menacing, royal orbs churning made her shiver. He was ignoring her. Urp. More of his musk flowed up her throat. When she breathed out, it was all she could smell. Each time those massive balls tensed, she could feel a twitch inside her, running up her core. "No!" she pleaded. "You have to stop! Please!"

She was a powerful dragon! One who had fought and won the right to own this land, who had laid many clutches, and hoarded many riches. Something wet in her gut rumbled. Her throat felt tight! She wasn't some monster's cock! Glrk. Something slick splashed against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed it back. Both of her forepaws went to her snout, squeezing tight around her mouth. No, no, no, she couldn't let it out. Not like a penis.

Her core rioted against her for holding it back. The dragon beneath her grunted, she watched his face as his hands curled into fists for a final--

GLRSH! Hot, fresh, slick pre flooded her mouth and shot from her nostrils,seeping out between digits. Her body flexed, and another shot flowed up, and out, until it was too much. Her jaw shot open, and a fountain of clear, shimmering pre flowed out messily. Her draconic head was no cocktip yet, so instead of shooting through, it first filled her mouth and splashed out messily, all over her front and onto the forest floor. Splrt. Splrt. Splrt!

Ky's hips pumped up and down, working out all the excess buildup that had been accumulating ever since she first pinned him down. The pleasure was indescribable- not only was it the great feeling of release, even if it wasn't his orgasm, it was also simply the knowledge that he had this much to give. Enough to rival any dragon out there- more, even. As pre gushed from his cock, he felt like the most virile stud in existence, and he would challenge anyone who dared to claim otherwise.

As it finally tapered off, and blood stopped thumping in his ears, he could hear her. Glrk. Urp. A wet swallow, only for a retch to follow. He didn't understand until he opened his eyes, and saw her there, his essence still dripping in slimy strands from her open maw, shock written into her scales. Up her belly was his distinct coloring, the fleshy red of his member, and several firm indentations along that length.

Ah- it made some sense. That was why the curse transferred to him. Someone wanted her gone for good. It explained her worried and erratic emotions. He didn't feel fear, or pity, or regret upon finding out that she was turning into nothing but his fuckmeat. His first reaction was pride. What a fine cock she would make. Of course, his second emotion was guilt- how could he think that about an innocent dragoness? She didn't want this any more than he did.

He sat up, and noticed she no longer towered above him. They were equals, more or less, with the rest of Ky growing to match. Her wings were losing mass, webbing drawing up closer to the bone, paws losing definition while her tail dwindled. All of it and more adding on to him instead. The fear on her face told him that she had no idea how he was going to react- if he would punish her for her earlier actions.

He finally stopped forcing her to clench, relaxing now that his mind was a touch more clear. She still seemed to pulse with his heart, bouncing just a bit as the pre became more of a steady stream that she could let slide out on her tongue, instead of overwhelming bursts. "I... Have one more thing to try," he said, gently. The new depth of his voice rumbled from his chest.

Her eyes were hopeful. "I will try divine intervention. I do not have the power to reverse this. Maybe Bahamut himself does."

As soon as the drake's fluids had started flowing from her, her entire body felt so sensitive. It was easy to ignore before, in the throes of her lust and in teasing him, but now she could feel the unabated pleasure tingling from every inch of her. The cool breeze flowed over her hot length, and she shivered. If she just... relaxed her throat, and let the pre flow instead of trying to swallow it down, it was manageable.

It rolled up from within in steady pulses, filling up her throat to the brim, then leaking out through her mouth, making a constant reminder of what she was turning into. She couldn't escape his masculinity- less and less of her was there with each steady beat of his heart. Even now, he was reaching taller than her, as he grasped the chain of a holy symbol around his neck.

She could do nothing but wait and throb, fighting the urge to touch herself. Pleasure greater than she could know waited, if she would just give in and go along. Glrp... Pre poured out again in a strong, unbroken line, and she felt dizzy. Throb, pump, throb, pump, in the quiet morning, she settled into a rhythm as she waited, her mind blank and fuzzy with need while the paladin tried to reach his god.

Until, of course... That precious, purple pussy materialized in her mind again. It looked real- as if it were hovering in the valley air. Inches from her face. She could feel its inviting warmth, and watched, enraptured, as it split open, just for her. The drake's breathing picked up again, and the massive orbs she could so clearly feel pumping into her churned, causing that pre running up her body to gush once more.

Damp droplets ran down pink, silken flesh, collecting and joining into a string of juices that collected on the edge of purple-scaled cuntlips, until it threatened to drip. She needed it. She arched her back until it popped, feeling like iron ran through her core. Her muzzle yawned open wide and a shot of his prespunk shot past her eyes. She could almost taste it...

She snapped her jaws shut. "NO!" it was wet, weak, but her scream forced her mouth clear. "You CAN'T give in!" she cried out to him, trying to wriggle and break the vision. She was so hard, she could barely even bend, stuck in a constantly stretching position that left her tilted slightly up, towards his undercarriage. He had to be seeing something, at just the same time as her. "Don't let her control-"

"SILENCE!" His roar was deafening, and they suddenly shifted.She was thrown to her side, and flipped as he stood, on all four legs for the first time. His golden palm crashed into her, and forced her into the ground! It should have hurt- the stones mixed in the dirt should have scratched her, branches and roots breaking under her body, but it didn't.

It felt so good to get touched! The firm pressure of his hand, holding her there while his pre made her slick. He pumped his hips forward, and she dug a bite into the ground. His heavy orbs, swaying behind them, roiled with his cum. He thrust, time and again, pushing her sensitive, still draconic head through his digits as his balls drew tight!

She could feel that massive load preparing to unload through her, building up pressure at her base. They both knew, right at that point- if he came, that was the end of her. There would be no going back. It must have been some part of the curse, ensuring that they knew, just to torture her more.

It took every ounce, every last bit of willpower in him not to finish, then and there. Frothy drool clung to his lips, his new frame feeling massive and powerful. He could conquer nations with a body like this. But it wasn't right. The small, sane part of him still inside knew that it wasn't right. How could he just take and use someone else, purely for his pleasure?

She looked pathetic under his hand. He was bigger now than she was, by several feet and a few hundreds of pounds of muscle. Her olive head stuck out from between his fingers, his virile pre pumping from her, so forcefully and consistently that if she needed to breathe, she would have choked.

He could end her, here and now. Despite the ache in his hanging sack, the burning need to orgasm, he pulled his hips up and let her dangle from his hips. He willed himself back from the edge of orgasm, and the heavy flow of his virility soon abated, made apparent by her coughing and sputtering.

So little of her remained. It was truly a monster of a shaft- thicker than a tree trunk, the surface of the red cock was lined with veins. Two small nubs remained of her feet, while tiny, withered arms stuck out near the tip- er, her head. The shaft fed smoothly into his genital slit, and her tail had wrapped around his ballsack, turning into just another wrinkle of loose flesh around his round orbs.

Her neck still had a smattering of scales, but the head was the only thing that truly remained the same, at this point. Ky had to give this one last try- though a large part of him wondered why he should bother. The chain that held his symbol must have snapped when he stood, because it was no longer around his neck, and he couldn't find it in the churned earth below. No matter.

Ky craned his head up to the sky. He gave one last sincere prayer- and he felt the connection reach his god. He could feel Bahamut on the other side, inquisitive about him, and he prepared to make his request.

... "No," he said, his voice rumbling like thunder. Didn't she see? He brought one forepaw between his hind legs, stroking up along the length of his cock, watching it bounce and smack against his belly. His claw ended on her chin, forcing her to look him in his blue eyes. "This is where you belong." Her eyes widened, and the last spark of hope in them faded as he let his prick hang loose once more.

It was time to find the one who had done this. She thought she could control him, but it was past that now. Whether by fate or chance, Ky had been given an opportunity to shape the world as he saw fit. She could be just another offering to his might if she got in his way... But first he needed to put the rowdy, petulant cock between his legs to rest.

Ky's heavy wingbeats signaled his arrival. Her cave was large enough, but the stone still scraped across his shoulders as he pushed his way through the entrance. Her scent had led him here, miles from the valley, and already he was displeased. She dared to make him fly this long, just to have at her?

She looked just like her visions, slightly smaller than the olive dragoness, the purple-scaled one lounged atop a pile of gold with a cocky, confident smirk.She stayed there as he approached, the cavern trembling with his footsteps, and began to gloat. "My, my! I see my spell had quite the effect. You turned out to be quite the stud." She slid from the pile and sent coins scattering about, coming to press shoulder to shoulder- hers a couple of feet below his. He allowed it, but only because he knew what was coming next.

Her head slid between his legs, towards his undercarriage, and he craned his neck to watch. The olive dragoness was but a head upon his shaft- the rest of her turned entirely to cockflesh. She was nothing more than his meat, his tool for siring a clutch. Her jaw was slack, her expression entirely blitzed out, drunk on the pleasure of being his. Through her open mouth and out of her nostrils flowed a constant, pulsating stream of draconic pre, unable or unwilling to stop it.

The purple snout snaked in close, taking in his scent, leaning in to give her a wet smooch and sample his taste. "I win-" she said. There may have been more, but it was at this point that Ky grasped her around her middle, and drew her into position before him, making her yelp. "N-now, stud! Wait! I'm not ready yet." But Ky didn't care. "You are," was all he rumbled. She scrambled, claws scraping against stone. "You have to listen. The spell said you have to!" She pleaded, but her drake leaned in over her, his body entirely overshadowing her own. "No."

The sounds of begging woke her from her dazed state. She was burning up. His blood was so hot, so strong, she couldn't think. She... Wasn't a she. Nothing so potently male could be considered a girl. He was the greatest cock that had existed. Fuzzy shapes swam and slowly focused in front of him, finally bothering to blink away a layer of his pre from his eyes.

It was her- caught, and being prepared. That supple rear had been shoved in his face so much today, but now he could smell it, the light hint of femininity sneaking in through the stink of male musk. She looked so inviting. Plump and wet, it was everything he dreamed of. The lips of her cunt felt cool as they pressed to the lips of his muzzle, searing pre spurting from his maw inside her, only to drip out. His vestigial tongue lapped against her, but all he could taste was the fluids of his owner.

She felt tight. Those pussy lips struggled to stretch around just his muzzle- but there was so much more coming. It was exquisite. Those soft, inner walls made way for him, as he was given a front row seat to her ruination. He watched the labia get closer and closer, until he was nestled right against them, staring at the pink flesh. It would be the last time he saw anything.

Ky pushed, and her inner walls slipped over his head with a wet pop. The rest of him was so thick that it took work- but at least he was painting her insides, keeping it slick as the massive dragon worked him in and out, forcing in more with each thrust in. Her cries turned into loud, pleasured moans. She squeezed his middle so well, so tight! Ky was pounding away at her, using the full length of his prick to delve deep, pushing his sensitive head against her walls, slamming against the dragoness's cervix time and again.

His nuts were going to explore. The pressure kept mounting, thrust after thrust, until finally, Ky hilted! His muzzle pushed up against her inner ring of muscle, and began to seal around the sides, as the last features of what was a dragoness faded into a fat, bulbous cock tip. Cum flooded from within him to fill her, and at this point, he could only feel satisfaction. From doing his duty as a cock, and from a bitch getting her comeuppance.

The first taste of her lips upon his cock were sweet. The tight, almost unyielding entrance being split open by his strength. She protested and blabbered, until he took her neck in a mating bite, holding her still while he thrust. He hammered his length into her, forcing insane girth inside her. He wasn't sure if it was more magic, or simply the sturdy nature of dragonesses, but this toy was going to be broken in well when he was done.

Some people fucked like lovers, sensually, working together to come as one, but there was none of that left in Ky. He was a dragon taking what he wanted- what he was owed, and he fucked like it. His hips raised up, and jackhammered down, sending his balls swinging as he speared her open, the bulge of his length running up her middle. He didn't even notice when she turned from arguing into moaning whoreishly.

He slammed in again, and again, and again, until the overwhelming climax hit him, and he released her neck to let out a dominant roar! Great gouts of flame painted the ceiling, as he filled her with his seed. It must have lasted minutes, but it passed in seconds for him, only ending when his fire did. Molten specs of rock dripped from the ceiling of the cavern, but they were nothing compared to the lake of cum he left under her. It would only be weeks before she showed with eggs- there was no question of if. Not from him. He pulled out of her, his tip popping free and letting out a wet gush of his spunk. It dangled, slowly beginning to retreat into its home- just a cock and nothing more.

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