by James Ryland
"Yes..."
Rolling his head from one side to the other, the little amount of motion he was allowed even as his cock remained rock hard, the red dragon hissed. He would have been more convincing in the fact that he wasn't enjoying himself (when hell froze over!) if his cock had not been twitching, his body making the tiniest movements that he could, grinding up deeper still, wanting more and more even as that delightful cunny clenched around him, dominating him, letting him know that there were more pleasures all over again in store if only he shelved his pride to take them.
He could not, would not. He had to stay strong, to hold his head high and uphold the stringent pride of red dragons, all for the sake of knowing that his kind were the best, the strongest. He would not be bested by a black or a silver... Whatever Mestopheus was!
"No..." He had to be strong, stronger than he'd ever been before in his young-adult life. "You've had your...unff...fill. Free me now. Let this be an end to it."
But Mestopheus was not a dragon to let his prey escape him quite that easily and he rumbled a growl of a laugh, throat vibrating even as he kept the red drake's shaft firmly trapped inside his vent. He wasn't moving off in a hurry, cementing the sensation of power he held over his victim, making that shaft jump and twitch inside him, another globule of cum shooting forth to join the flood of musk painting his interior, slick around the lips of his cloaca, fleshy and ready for more.
And there would be more.
"Tell me... What is your name?"
The dragon grimaced.
"If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Mestopheus's tail twitched.
"Maybe."
"It's... Hunter. My name...is Hunter."
His cool passage squeezed around Hunter, making sure that shaft was drawn up deep inside him, tight and well-contained. It would need to be such for what he had in mind, calling on his magic once more for a far kinkier cause than he had, so far, put it to use doing.
"I'm not afraid to tell you that it's not over yet."
He lifted one fore-claw elegantly, making a show of it as he pressed down on Hunter's chest, the tip piercing, lightly, between two scales. All the better to funnel his magic as he sucked in a breath, the air cooling to the chill of his body even as he drew on every last resource at his calling, needing more, everything he had in him to perform such a spell.
Hunter blinked, the drake not truly understanding what was going on as cool seeped through him, cutting through his scales to the blood and flesh beneath, muscle firm and hard even after such action. The change began so slowly that he barely realised that something was afoot, cool tingling through him as he leaned a little too eagerly into it, wanting that lightness of being, the cooling that brought some pleasure and softness to his scales. It was delightful to a dragon who knew only a world of fire and brimstone, the flare of smoke always in the back of his throat, yearning to be unleashed in a burst of flame.
But he could not focus entirely on the need to release his breath as his loins pulsated, feeling as if, all of a sudden, he was ejaculating all over again. Frowning, he licked his lips anxiously and rolled his head from one side to the other, trying to work it out against all odds. Was his cock... Was there something wrong with it? Mestopheus had to be squeezing him again, massaging his overly sensitive shaft so that he climaxed again, his body not yet primed for such a kinky act of multiple orgasms so soon.
Panting heavily, Hunter grunted in the back of his throat, something in him trying to understand, to come to terms with something more than what he could ever have expected to find in Mestopheus's grasp. Something was wrong, something was different, not as much sensation around his cock as before, something feeling...off.
Wait...
There was something wrong with that sensation. Very wrong. Mestopheus laughed, throwing his head back as if had suddenly morphed into an evil villain, snarling and snapping, howling his vicious power to the rising storm, mane whipping about in the fierce wind.
Hunter was not with him, not in the same reality, whining and thrashing even as the paw on his throat pressed down harder, locking away any sense of fight in him, demanding that he submit. His cock! What was happening to his cock? Where was it going!
"Now, do you understand? Oh, but you will!"
And he meant it too, for the change was going to happen regardless of whether Hunter honestly understood what was happening or not. But the red dragon's cock grew smaller and smaller with the course of every passing second as, horrified, he squirmed and thrashed, howling and whimpering and begged breathlessly for his gender to be spared, please -- anything but that! It was what he was, a part of him that he did not, could not, give up and yet Mestopheus seemed to be intent on taking his cock for his own -- but where was it going? What was he going to do with it?
Of course, any change that the silver-black magic-user had in mind to pummel him with was going to be for their, ultimately, mutual pleasure and would not, by any means, be permanent. No, there was more fun to be had but he would steal his size and lock it away, only to be returned to him soon enough...
...After he had had an adequate amount of time to live as a dragoness, that was.
Smaller and smaller, his cock shortened and depleted, making the red drake less of a male than he'd ever been, his pride sunken, made shallow in the luck of it. But there was to be no luck left for the crimson dragon who had boasted his masculinity and power so vehemently before meeting Mestopheus and it seemed that the silver-black dragon was set to strip far more from him than he had ever intended to see taken in turn.
His cock shrank until there was nothing left inside Mestopheus in the slightest, melding into his flesh and scales as if it had never existed and the rest of his body slimmed down too, the changes not solely coming to his cock. There was a sense of slenderness to his body as Mestopheus's magic made him lighter, muzzle narrower and more feminine, lashes longer on his eyes that wanted to be sultry, embody the feminine hues and notes that a dragoness had over a drake.
Hunter's head swung and he growled but there was not much male left in him as his cloaca changed, a passage forming, new folds sinking into a vent, a feminine passage and reproductive parts that could bear a clutch, if that was what Mestopheus wanted to happen. The dragon's body was his to do with what he wanted and he smirked vivaciously, controlling every last scale on Hunter's body right down to his wings, which elongated for the agility and swiftness of wing that was so very often the forte of the feminine sex. He, of course, had the best of both worlds containing both sets of hormones and sexes for reproduction within his cloaca, despite presenting, mostly, as male.
And so it was done, Mestopheus's cock grinding up against the smaller dragoness' vent, spreading it open deliciously as if all was new and fresh, sensations simply waiting in the wings to be explored. Hunter's mouth opened and closed, eyes bulging, but there was no longer simply a male there but something more, something that Hunter could never have anticipated being before. His new passage twitched and clenched as if he was contorting, clenching his gut even though this new part of him went much deeper than mere abdominal muscles.
"Now... You will be taken as a true dragoness loses her virginity." Mestopheus rumbled a throaty chuckle, tossing his head. "I've made sure that you'll be tighter than one's ever been!"
Whether that was true or not, neither of them would ever know as Mestopheus's cock teased up against that new vent, spreading apart the folds that sealed away the treat of her, a red cherry to be popped. The newly female Hunter moaned and she could no longer be truly counted as a 'he', falling prey to feminine sensuality as the mere feel of that cock teasing up against her made her moan out loud, cheeks heated and that simmering blush creeping sheepishly down the length of her neck too.
"Not so proud now, are we?"
It was not a question that Hunter was intended to answer and Mestopheus stole her breath away as he plunged inside, trusting her cunny to swallow him up. Of course, there was a difficulty in pushing into a virgin
but Hunter took him well, jaws hanging open without any sound coming out. The dragoness keened lowly, head rolling, eyes half-closed, although she didn't know quite whether she was enjoying it all yet or not. The pleasures of her body rose up and up, impossible to ignore, but she didn't know what to do with them, twisting and thrashing, breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Come here, my dragoness..."
No... No, she wasn't a dragoness. She was a drake. He had to know that, didn't he? Mestopheus didn't have any intention whatsoever of treating Hunter as a drake, however, turning her over onto all fours, although she could barely support her own weight, forelegs trembling as they straightened, or at least tried to. The most Hunter could do was brace her hind legs, tail lifted shamefully, wanting something that she just could not bear to put words to. His cock pressed up against her once more and she had not realised how much she had missed that shaft inside her, craving it again with a strangled gasp, nothing more than a breeding dragoness before her better, her stud dragon.
And she needed him.
Mestopheus held nothing back as he gripped her around the hips and slammed in once more, snarling and letting loose a roar that would have scattered crows from the trees if they were not already all up in an uproar from the wind swaying them. His scales scraped up against the bark and trunk of an ancient oak, clustered by pines, and he grunted in the back of his throat, driving in over and over, not a single inch of his cock going to waste. It would have been a shame, after all, if Hunter did not feel the full length and might of his cock, the slamming pound sending a tremor through her with each and every stroke.
It was all she could do to hold herself steady in place, claws digging into the earth, eyes rolling, mind swimming. She was barely with herself in the waking world, hissing and grunting, not entirely sure what sounds she was making. That cock reached places inside her that she had never before known was possible, but that didn't make sense either, since she'd never had a cunny or even considered what it may be like to take a male under her tail in the fashion that males lusting after males so often undertook. It wasn't for her but it felt so right to have his shaft rammed up inside her, not even reaching the innermost barrier, her vent shaping itself wantonly to the shape of him, stretching desperately. The strain was there, of course, but any pain that may or may not have been present was easily overshadowed with the crashing ecstasy, a roar rising up and up, starving for attention, in the pit of her achingly lustful gut.
"M-more... Oh... Ohhh!"
Anything more that she may have said was lost in a rumbling moan of ecstasy, pulsing and vibrating, her throat trembling with need that she simply could not let out, find the words or cries to vocalise. Orgasm rippled and thrummed, coursing and undulating, a wave that bore no water and yet managed to lift her to the heavens above, up and up and up. There was no wind but, still, there was a caress of air, slinking sensually over her trembling wings, Mestopheus's weight the only thing that kept her rooted to the ground and in place.
The rippling pulse around his cock too was enough to pull him to the edge, make him want to narrow his eyes, slam into Hunter with driving ferocity and intensity, ramping up the ante. The dragoness beneath him didn't know how to ride out her orgasm but she had to bear through it, had to let the pulses ricochet through her, the drama of it all swamping her mind. And yet she was above water and he had his seed to spill too, the sheer eroticism of transforming Hunter from male to female making him need it more than ever.
The power... The control... The demand of it all... His nostrils flared greedily, pupils dilating as rampant desire overcame him. It was his for the taking!
Cold crackled lustfully up in the back of his maw and he chomped it down, not willing to unleash his frozen breath, the colder element within him yearning to rise up. It was not quite suited to the heat of sex and lustful liaisons, even though it was always there, a churning ripple in his guts not unlike the need to cum, to seed a wanton female full of his cream. And she was there, still moaning and shuddering through orgasm, barely aware of the world around her as she rocked and ground back, hips rising and falling, all to the sway and sensuality that his body could offer her.
Tighter and tighter... His muscles drew taut, one by one, and he heaved a gasp, eyes wide and strained, trembling on the precipice. This would be the sweetest orgasm in a long while... An orgasm of conquest.
Hunter jerked and groaned as the first hot jet of cum flowed into her, seeming to shoot up inside her, although that was merely her lust-addled mind attributing other sensations to the act, striving to make sense of what a male mind struggled with. She was female and she was male, gender not matching her sex of the moment, heaving and grunting and groaning like a dragoness in season, wanting more even if she could not tell Mestopheus that that was what she needed from him. Still, he was kind enough to graciously offer her the gift of his cum, seed flooding her in thick, hot spurts, the dragon snarling and leaning down heavily over her, claws biting into her hindquarters, along the line of her back. There was no fear, of course, that she would break free after so much had already occurred but he still wanted to make sure, if only for the sake of his breeding pleasure.
Hunter was his.
And everyone would know it. Allowing Hunter to feel both sexes of dragon, male and female, was a treat that the dragoness would have done well to adore and thank him for but he could not blame her for being so speechless. After all, he knew how good he was. Smirking breathlessly, the drake relished in the thrum and throb of his own power, wings triumphantly flared as he claimed his prize, blood dried on his scales from their battle. All was his and his for the taking, having taken what was rightfully possessed by the victor.
He languished there, taking his time, thick rivulets of cum drooling from her vent, strained side around the base. He doubted that she'd had the presence of mind to realise just how her vent sucked around his ridges but appreciated the sensation nonetheless, allowing her fading orgasm to milk every last drop of cum from him, heady with virility. And it was his scent too that every spurt and drop carried along with it, ensuring that her cloaca would reek of him for days, if not weeks to come. Mestopheus thrust a little deeper just to feel her tremble against him. She was perfect. So perfect.
"Ah..."
Grunting, Mestopheus worked out the kinks in his neck with a shake of his head, putting his snout close to Hunter's, the dragoness beneath him moaning softly, drops of his seed still leaking into her passage, combined with his scent, marking her as his for any other dragon who cared to bear witness to their tryst. He spared a moment to allow out more and more still of his oily perfume, staining her with his scent from the inside as he pressed his cloaca up to hers, letting all know that she was taken and called for, a dragoness marked as his, the thick perfume of his aroma seeping into her, staining her scales. Mestopheus inhaled deeply, his own eyes growing hazy all over again with lust. Marking a lusty dragoness had never felt so good.
My lair is in the cliffs beyond the lake," he murmured, tongue running out and around the base of one of the red dragon's horns. "Come visit me sometime."
And then he was gone, cock dragged from his victim having put Hunter back well and truly in her place, the drake turned dragoness slumping into unconsciousness as sexual exhaustion took her. But she would always remember the dragon who bred her, even as she returned to a male, the transformation gradual, his stink and reek lingering with her for long after his cock had left her velveteen passage.
Only time would tell, however, whether she would dare to visit his lair or not...
*
Some weeks later, Mestopheus stretched out lazily before his lair, the hard-packed earth the perfect sunbathing spot to warm his scales on a hot afternoon, any wounds that had been sustained during that fight gone in their entirety. Maybe he'd later take a dip in the lake but the swaying swathe of pine trees brought back pleasant memories, an eye watching them for movement. The herd of deer were apt, after all, to stray close when they grew bold and there
were a few stags coming of age there too that were growing more and more interested in the pleasures that a dragon's body could provide them. Well, a dragon that contained a female sex in his cloaca too, that was.
He caught the wing-beats by ear before he saw him and his smirk widened, head lifting, although he did not do him the honour of rising to meet him. Hunter wasn't worth that, a youngling who was still growing into himself, an adult in every right but still learning the ways of a world that needed to come down to his level sometimes. He, however, would have to take at least some of the first steps for himself, landing in a flurry of red scales and leathery flaps of wings, folding them in against his body too quickly as if he was rushing through the motions.
Hunter cleared his throat in a puff of smoke that did nothing to help the matter, swinging his head back and forth, a little nervous twitch that was too much on show to be comfortable in any way. More silver than black in the sunshine, Mestopheus raised his head slowly, licking his lips as if he had, once again, been presented with a fine treat of a feast laid out before him. And all he had to do was take what was deserved to him, snatching it up and savouring every last drop that was his to yearn.