Lineage

Once Svea and I had made it back to the entrance to the city, she unlocked the door with her magic before warning me that her power would be useless beyond this point. She’d explained that the “monsters” in this area were actually grave robbers, treasure hunters, and fame-seekers that had been afflicted with the “Curse of Undying”, which is an ancient hex that makes those afflicted unable to die, be it from injury, thirst, hunger, or age. In some ways, this immortality is better than the kind my species has, as we can still be felled by the same things other mortals can, but the curse brings a hefty price along with it. If you were to be struck with a mortal blow, while it may not kill you, you will still experience the injury. If you were to have your head cut off, even without your lungs to breathe and your heart to beat, you’d still live. Your body would still operate despite the fact it’s brain is gone. You’d continue to exist. If you were to die of dehydration, your body would continue to live while you experienced the agony of thirst until you satisfy that need.

Svea had told me that the curse affects those that would die, that in their last moments of life, they are cursed by the enchantments of the city. She explained that there was a second enchantment placed on the door that worked in tandem with the undying curse by blocking all those afflicted with the curse to leave, meaning that all of those that were to die would be stuck down here forever, eventually driven insane by the pain of their injuries, their thirst, and their hunger. The people trapped down here were beyond reasoning with, and the only choice was to put them down… with the only problem being that I’d have to completely dismember them to prevent them from getting up again.

I’ll freely admit that during the planning for our trip, I wasn’t sure whether a cursed human would be more susceptible to steel or silver, and with Luna having drunk herself practically into a coma by the time I’d gone to ask her and none of the others at the Academy having any idea, I figured it’d be best to just bring a silver sword along with the steel one I already had. With the comfortable weight of two swords on my back, a bag of supplies slung over my shoulder and a nervous breath in my lungs, Svea and I entered the dark city and took our first tentative steps towards whatever awaited us inside.

The first thing we noticed in the darkness was the smell: it was a thick, musty odour that told tales of damp stone and stale air. The lack of sunlight in the entrance made it colder than most nights back home, the cold cave soon giving way to black bricks as we got closer and closer to the city. I could hear our footsteps loudly echoing throughout the hallway, the pitch-blackness making me slightly worried that I’d walk off a ledge, bump into something, or spring a trap. It was as that thought crossed my mind I decided it would be a good idea to get a torch lit to give us some light.

“Svea?” I asked the darkness.

“Yes, Little One?” she responded.

“Hold up a second,” I said, setting my back down on the ground and taking out the torch, clicking my fingers and channeling the paltry amount of magic I had at my disposal to create a spark. It ignited the goat-fat-coated head of the torch and lit up the hallway, revealing the dark brickwork to our eyes as it seemed to go on for a long distance.

“Why didn’t you do that immediately?” she asked.

“I’m kind of an idiot,” I answered honestly. “While Luna can be a little harsh, she’s not entirely off-base when it comes to me lacking common sense.”

“Duly noted,” she nodded. “Shall we continue?”

“Indeed we shall,” I agreed, stepping forward again. As we paced through the dark corridor, a thought struck me regarding Svea and her present form.

“Hey, Svea?” I asked.

“Yes?” she asked in a clear tone.

“Has your magic been nullified yet?”

“Not just yet, we’re still out of the city’s dampening effect.”

“Right. When your magic gets blocked, d’you transform back into your dragon form?”

“No, I stay in my human form.”

“How come? D’you not need your magic to maintain that form?”

“Not exactly. I need my magic to engage the transformation, but the transformation itself is permanent unless I use magic to switch back. Think of it like using a forge to resmith a sword into a dagger: it can change from one form to another, but it cannot change back without the forge being present.”

“Right… isn’t that kinda dangerous though?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Couldn’t someone use a magic-inhibitor crystal or collar to prevent you from transforming back?”

“Correct. There have been several dragons that have been stuck in their human forms for long periods of time due to entrapment by both men and women alike,” Svea nodded. “One of the worst of these was a woman named Hilda. She was a woman infatuated with dragon kind and grew the desire to possess one for her very own. Being both a powerful magic user and an incredible force of seduction, she managed to seduce a total of seven dragonesses, one after the other. For each one, she convinced them to change into their human form for extra ‘compatibility’, and once they’d changed, she’d present them with the collars she’d crafted, given a name plate and a gem that matched their colour. They’d accept the gift in a heartbeat, as a dragon’s love of treasure overpowers any other emotion, only to find their magic drained from them by the enchantment on the collar as well as placed under Hilda’s control.”

“That’s… that’s fucked up,” I said in a cold voice.

“Indeed,” Svea nodded. “Hilda, once having completed her ‘quest’, possessed seven dragonesses trapped in human form, each one a colour of the rainbow, that she controlled into being her maids and pleasure servants, often forcing them to assume their form of-”

The last word in the sentence was one that I didn’t understand at all. The noise she made was somewhere between the sound of a stone being struck against a wall and a clicking of her tongue off the roof of her mouth. Svea seemed to notice the strange look I was giving her, rubbing her cheek as she thought of something to say.

“There’s no word in your tongue to describe the form they assume,” she said. “Not even the term Halfling works, as that’s a term used to describe those of shorter stature… if I were to describe it visually, the form represents a mostly human one, though they retain their tails, wings, hands, feet, and ears, as well as scales in certain areas of their body. It’s a form that provides no practical use for the dragon but is one that seems to have been highly… fetishized, as of late.”

“I… I’m not sure what you mean,” I said with a shake of my head. “Could you show me?”

“It’s not a form I often use…” she said in an awkward manner. “Though, if I recall correctly, I often inhabited it as a child to help myself adapt to taking human form. It can be difficult for a young adult who has walked on their four legs their entire life to adapt with an upright body with no counter-balance, such as a tail.”

“If you don’t want to, I understand,” I said. “I was just curious is all.”

“No, no… I don’t mind,” she said, taking a deep breath. “Allow me a moment?”

“Take your time,” I nodded, stepping back from her.

“Very well,” she nodded, unclasping her dress and allowing it to fall to the floor, exposing her delicious form to my hungry gaze. “I don’t want to tear it.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and remaining still for a moment. There was a second of silence followed by her body lighting up a bright, icy blue colour, her form shifting and changing as certain parts of her resized and reshaped, with other parts growing onto her, all concealed by the light until the transformation had finished.

When the light died down, she looked relatively similar in her human features, but her feet had been replaced with her large, scaly dragon legs, her smaller hands had been replaced with thick dragon claws with slightly-elongated fingers. Her long, thick tail swished behind her quietly as it seemed to readjust to the fact it existed again, and her large wings fluttered for several moments. Her sharper fangs had returned, visible as she opened her mouth and ran her long, slender, dragon tongue over them for several moments. Her small ears had been replaced with long, scaly prongs that reached just above the top of her skull, twitching and pulsing as she picked up different sounds. Her enormous bust, wide hips, and thick thighs were all intact, as well as her thick, supple rear being as big as ever.

“Wow,” I said, walking over to her and putting a hand on her hip, Svea still standing much taller than myself.

“Richter…” she said in a scolding tone. “We’re in the middle of something here.”

“Yeah… I know, but…” I said, leaning forward and placing my mouth against her nipple, sucking the erect flesh gently and receiving an aroused moan from Svea, a red blush forming on her cheeks as her excitement levels grew.

“You haven’t… fulfilled your end of the… bargain yet,” she said, trying to get her hands to move me away only for them to wrap around me, her strong dragon limbs pulling me closer to her form as I began to pinch her other nipple, my skilled fingers tweaking and teasing her milk fountain with trained expertise.

“Indeed I haven’t,” I chuckled past her nipple. “But you seem to be enjoying yourself right now.”

“That’s… only because you’re… better at this than I thought,” she groaned, barely keeping control of herself. Svea’s increasingly-aroused moans became loud enough to echo off the walls of the ancient chamber, the great dragoness beginning to lose control of herself as the spot between her legs began to wetten rapidly, the intoxicating aroma of what smelled like blueberries wafting up from her gorgeous pussy. I took my mouth away from her nipple and began to massage her enormous tits. Each of her colossal mounds being bigger than my head, rivalling Celestia’s titanic bust, if not surpassing them. I could feel my cock beginning to swell as the sights, sounds, and smells of a horny dragoness began to arouse me.

I looked up at the large dragoness, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted in excitement, her cheeks as red as a tomato as she stared into my eyes with pure lust. I leaned closer to her and she met me halfway, locking lips with me as an attempt to alleviate some of her sexual frustrations, only to experience the aphrodisiac-laced spit on an incubus at full force. She soon lost control of herself, licking and sucking my tongue in an attempt to drink as much of my spit as possible, her nipples rock solid as I rolled my thumbs around them before squeezing them gently. I broke away from the rabid dragoness, taking my hands away from her breasts as I dropped onto my knees, using one hand to lift her right leg up and the other to lean her against the wall. I examined her swollen pussy, inhaling the gorgeous blueberry scent and watching as her excitement caused her lubricant to run down the insides of her thighs.

In a teasing fashion, I began to lap up the sweet, sticky nectar the dragoness had produced, a surprised gasp tearing from her mouth that echoed throughout the chamber as my rough tongue continued to clean her thighs. She began to run her thick, scaly hands through my hair as she tried to guide me towards her throbbing pussy, only to have me pull away at the last second and continue to lick and suck her thick thighs. After several minutes of teasing I decided she’d suffered enough, moving my mouth back up to her pussy and gently lapping at her cunt, using the wolf instinct I’d gained from Grael to properly lick her sweetness as best as I could.

Her breath became ragged and uneven as each random stab of my tongue sent waves of pleasure rocketing up her body, my hands massaging the insides of her thighs as my tongue worked its magic, my own shaft throbbing excitedly in my pants as it waited to be unleashed on the desperate dragoness. I used my thumb to gently spread her wider, pushing my tongue against her folds myself and hearing her whimpering in excitement as she became more and more aroused, her claws scraping against the ancient brickwork as she curled and wriggled her “toes”. I finally decided she’d behaved well enough, giving her clit a brief kiss before plunging my thick tongue deep inside her walls, feeling her unused pussy clench against the wet muscle as she gasped loudly, slamming her head back into the wall with so much force that she smashed the brick work before a torrent of fire escaped her muzzle, grinding her teeth in an almost angry matter as my tongue curled, danced, and lashed about inside her delicious fuck-hole.

“Ahhh…” she groaned, struggling to get any words out at this point. “You’re… amazing… fuck.” I chuckled to myself as I continued to eat her out, my hot breath warming up her pussy on the outside as my strong tongue licked waves of pleasure over the ancient dragon, making sure to knock the dust off her body before fucking her senseless. I could tell she was getting close, what with the animalistic growls and the constant, repeated smashing of the poor wall behind her, now having been head-butted so many times it had formed a spot for her to rest her head back as I devoured her pussy. She slammed her open hand into the wall, her sharp claws scratching away a good inch of the brick as she ground her teeth even harder, finally bursting her dam as she jetted fire and juice, her sweet, blueberry lady-cum spilling onto my tongue and into my mouth, fireworks going off in my head at the delicious taste of dragoness juice. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, keeping my hands on her shaking thighs as I wiped my face with my arm, grinning at her as she stared down at me with a hot expression, her eyes telling me that she was far from done.

“So?” I asked with a chuckle. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

She was silent for a long moment, her eyes still buzzing with the glow of orgasm before an expression appeared on her face that made me realized I may have made a mistake. She grabbed hold of me with the enormous dragon claws and spun me around, slamming me into a wall and tearing my leather armour off me. I realized at that moment that I may have awoken her possessive-dragon desire and that she might’ve just made the decision to add me to her treasure collection as a fuck toy or something.

I was a little apprehensive to continue fucking her and I considered saying something to dissuade her until she dropped onto her knees and wrapped my cock with her thick, pillowy tits. My rationality immediately vanished as she began to massage my cock with her inhumanly perfect rack, wrapping her long tongue around the head of my cock as she pulled down my foreskin, completely swallowing my nearly-foot-long cock in the best pair of tits I’d ever fucked. I allowed her several moments to lubricate my cock with her saliva before I placed my hands on her shoulder and began to fuck her tits properly, my hips slamming against sternum as I bucked my hips back and forth, losing myself in the dreamland of her amazing rack.

I began to pant in both exertion and arousal as the mix of pre-cum, saliva, and sweat only wettened my cock more, allowing my thick shaft to slide up and down in her lock even faster than before, heavy breathing being a common noise between us as my cock felt like it had ascended to heaven between her jugs. The sound of me tit-fucking her became wetter and wetter the closer I got to orgasm, spilling pre-cum out like a pig as I bit my lip, my own cheeks already flushed from the incredible experience. Svea was able to squeeze her tits down far enough to allow my dick to poke out through her cleavage, popping the head into her hot, wet, mouth, and sucking like a Auvergne army effort.

I placed my head against the wall, feeling my own orgasm quickly approaching as Svea’s millennia of experience when it came to waxing poles made me go crazy, cupping her face with my hands as she eventually removed her tits from my cock before replacing them with her throat, ramming all eleven inches her throat in less than a second, causing me to audibly moan as her tight gullet moved and pulsed against my rod, Svea gargling the spit in the back of her throat as a method to increase pleasure that worked wonders.

“Svea…” I groaned, playing with the scaly prongs on the side of her head. “I’m gonna cum…”

She pulled my dick out of her throat and slid it back between her tits, giving me a look that let me know what she wanted me to do. I began to slam my dick in and out of her pillowy tits, my orgasm mere moments away as she opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around my dick, essentially giving me both a blowjob and a titfuck at the same time as I ended up popping seconds afterwards, blowing my entire pint’s worth of cum all over the dragoness’ face, who opened her mouth and drank as much of the torrent as she could before massaging it into her jugs, pulling away from her as she licked her fingers in a seductive manner, the glow in her eyes telling me that she was nowhere close to being done.

Without waiting for her to say anything, I grabbed hold of her large, scaly hand and brought her up to her feet, her sexual aggression being replaced by confusion as I moved her to the wall, bending her over, and topping the move off by ramming my cock up her ass. She roared in surprise, ice blasting all over the the walls as she lost control of her magic, her tight insides being violated by the thick, foreign object that had just been plunged deep inside her. She instinctively wrapped her thick tail around my waist in the same way Karra had, continuing my streak of fucking white women in their huge asses with more than an eagre attitude.

I grabbed hold of her wide, child-bearing hips as I picked up the pace again, my hips pounding violently into her tight asshole, dragonic roars and snarls coming from the once-composed dragoness as she’d been reduced to nothing more than a scaly fuckhole, taking each of my powerful thrusts with a whore’s experience as her strong legs remained locked and her fat ass rippled as my hips came into contact. Her sphincter clinged to the length of my cock as I bucked in and out of her, her claws nearly carving a tunnel in the wall she was up against as my hand snaked under her body, plunging two of my fingers into her tight pussy as I continued to pound her asshole, the sound of her cunt dripping her pussy juice into the floor joining the same orgasmic symphony of our ragged breath, violent pounding, and animals roars as my balls slapped against her cunt.

I grabbed a hold of her long, blue hair and gently tugged on it, getting her to look over her shoulder with a longing gaze, showing me that she had a desire for me to do it again. I tugged once more, this time with more force and she moaned in ecstasy, begging for me to keep pulling with her gorgeous blue eyes. I could feel myself building up to an orgasm again, my balls swelling and tucking against my body as I brewed another batch of baby-batter for the beautiful bitch I was inside, slapping her on the ass and receiving a loud moan from her as her slick cunt continued to drip onto the floor.

“C’mon,” I said, leaning over her body and trying to get as close to her ears as I could. “Even though you didn’t expect this… you’re totally glad it happened, aren’t you?”

Svea delayed with her reply, waiting for several moment before looking back at me with a slutty grin.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Big Boy,” she moaned.

With that and a few more powerful thrusts, we came together. I emptied my balls deep into her asshole as she squirted onto the stone floor, our hot liquids exiting our bodies with great force as our forms were wracked with shakes and shivers from the pure orgasmic bliss of carnal desires being met. The two of us collapsed in a heap together, Svea pulling me out of her ass and turning around, wrapping her arms, legs, wings, and tail around me before cradling me next to her huge tits.

“Right…” she said in an exhausted tone. “Let’s rest here for a while… then try this again… without you molesting me. Okay?”

“No promises,” I whispered with a chuckle.

“To be honest,” she said, licking leftover cum off the side of her cheek. “I was hoping you’d say that.