Lineage

“Are you sure?” I asked Svea, placing my hand on her arm as she stood in front of me, still visibly shaken from the weight of her request.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she nodded with determination. “This is what I want. It’s what I need. I’m an old, lonely lizard that hasn’t had any true joy in her life for nearly one hundred and fifty years. I need something to be affectionate towards and something to be affectionate towards me.”

“I understand,” I said with a gentle smile. “I’m just not sure if it should be me that gives you one. I mean… do I deserve it?”

“What?” Svea asked in a confused tone. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… isn’t there somebody else, another dragon you could find that could give you a child? I feel like if I did it it would, I don’t know, devalue your status among the other dragons,” I said. “I know selective breeding was practiced in your species, and that you didn’t let certain species breed with-”

“Stop,” she said, holding a finger to my lip and silencing me. “You’ll do fine. You’re as pure and worthy as any dragon worth his scales. You’ve got the pedigree and the stature for it, so there’s no argument there. Though… just as a quick question…”

“What?” I asked.

“If I get pregnant in a human form, the child will be born as a human and I won’t be able to shift forms until the child is born,” she explained. “But if I become pregnant in my dragon form, it’ll be a dragon.”

“Any preferences?” I asked.

“Yes. I want a hatchling. Human children disgust me with how underdeveloped they at the point of birth,” she said in a disgusted manner. “So, if it’s all the same to you-”

“You want me to rail you in your feral form?” I asked.

“Actually… I did mention the half and half earlier, the form I used when I let you have your way with me,” she said, drumming herself on the chin with a finger. “But, if you want, I can alter my form to resemble a dragon more than a human, but still keep this figure?”

“You can do that?” I asked in an impressed manner.

“Yes, anthropomorphising myself should be no issue at all, and it’ll be the best for both of us,” she chuckled. “Though I will need to remember to make my scales more akin to a snake than a dragon. I’m not sure you’d enjoy a titfuck if it were like titfucking a cheese grater.”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” I grinned. “You mentioned it being the best for both of us? Is that because it’ll be an attractive female form for me and it won’t require you to swap your forms when changing back to a dragon?”

“That’s a reason, yes,” she nodded. “But not the one I was thinking of.”

“What was the one you were thinking of?” I asked.

“Well…” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing her jugs into my face. “I really like getting my tits sucked.”

“Good to hear,” I said, massaging and spreading her ass through her dress. “You should tell that to your new fuck toy later tonight.”

“I will,” she smirked. “After she’s done eating me out, of course. Those cat tongue feel amazing on my pussy.”

“You enjoy yourself then,” I said. “But right now, we’ve gotta get back to full strength. Shall we?”

“After you,” she beckoned, both of us heading back towards the entrance of the city. It was obvious when Svea’s magic returned to her as her entire demeanour changed considerably. While I hesitated to say she looked more arrogant, she was definitely confident once more. She stood around, casting brief spells that ranged from fire to air blasts, minor physical transformation, such as changing her hand to her dragon claws and back again, before trying out a basic terraforming spell, using it to raise and lower the snow-covered ground several feet before lowering it again.

“There we go,” she said with a smirk. “Back to one hundred percent.”

“Good to see,” I nodded. “Now, care to find the other entrance the rest of the crew used?”

“I could,” she said with a chuckle, holding her hand out towards a section of the wall several metres to the right of the door. “But I’d much rather make my own.”

She locked her arm into place and began charging what appeared to be the plasma magic she’d told me about before. A ball of plasma about the size of a melon formed in her hand, swirling and warping with power, before an enormous beam blasted out from the fourth state of matter, boring a hole with its twisted spin that travelled deep into the mountain side. Once Svea was satisfied with the hole being wide enough for us both to walk through comfortably, she lowered her hand with a contented sigh.

“Now for an extra power boost,” she said, tensing her arms down by her sides and grunting loudly, an aura eruption blasting outwards as she rapidly morphed into her half and half form in less than a second, her mix of draconic and human beauty being more than welcome to me. “Righto then. Shall we head back inside?”

“Why’d you change?” I asked in confusion.

“The human form I inhabit lessens the amount of magic I can access due to it being a smaller pool of magic on principle,” she explained. “The half-switch back to my true form gives me a larger pool of magic but allows me to keep the human size and agility it provides…” She was silent for a moment, looking down at her enormous breasts, thick hips, and fat ass before shrugging her shoulders.

“Maybe agility wasn’t the best term to use…” she said, scratching her head with her thick claws. “Perhaps… maneuverability is a better choice?”

“Indeed,” I said, grabbing a handful of her thick butt. “No complaints from me.”

“Hey,” she said, moving my hand off her rear with a small smirk. “As much as I’d like you to rail me again, we’ve got to get back to the others before they start to miss us.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Don’t wanna keep your girlfriend waiting, do we?”

“No we do not,” I said, gesturing for her to lead the way. Svea took the lead, strutting forward and using her tail to flick me under the chin and then beckon me forwards after her, both of us entering the new exit and waiting to see if the theory was true.

It was.

Svea was able to conjure magic all the way back to the home we’d used as a base, checking every few steps to make sure she could still conjure a flame or control some wind. We made it back into the house to find an unexpected sight: sleepy-times. We spotted Elena and Jiang counting sheep while clinging to one another on the floor, both having disrobed from their combat gear and were completely stark naked. Larra was nowhere to be seen but her bow and quiver were resting against a table, so it was obvious she hadn’t left just yet.

“Right,” Svea said with a nod. “I’m gonna go take care of Elisa and get that key thing from her. You rest up for as long as you can until I get back, you hear?”

“Are you sure you can manage on your-” I began, only to take a single look at Svea before falling silent. “Have fun.”

“I shouldn’t be gone long,” Svea said, petting me on the head. “Try to keep yourself entertained.”

“I will,” I shrugged, unbelting my swords from my back and dropping them next to Larra’s gear, deciding that I didn’t want to wake up the sleeping lesbian couple and decided to get my head down upstairs in the master bedroom… well, that was the plan.

Until I ran into Larra taking up the entire bed.

She was wearing nothing besides an old towel, wrapped tightly around her sleek-yet-busty body as her tail swished back and forth in the air, her nose buried in a book that she seemed quite interested in. She spotted me walking into the room and offered me a kind smile as she turned over slightly.

“Hello again, dear boy,” she said with a smirk. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

“We made good time,” I shrugged. “Mind if I sit down?”

“Not at all,” she said, patting the bed space next to her as she budged over. I lay down on the bed next to her, placing my hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling as Larra continued to read her book.

“Where’s Svea?” she asked.

“She went to take care of the Highmoore back at the church,” I answered. “Where’d you get that towel from?”

“There’s a bathroom across the hall,” she said, pointing out the door with her tail before sending it back to spinning in circles. “Is the big girl back to full strength?”

“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “Even switched back to her half-and-half form for a power boost.”

“I’ve seen dragons do that before,” Larra chuckled. “Though I imagine it’ll be a more arousing sight for me this time around.”

“Why wasn’t it the last time?” I asked.

“Cuz the dragon was toasting the crew I’d built up,” she shrugged. “I used to lead a mercenary group about fifteen years back. Stopped after the jobs took me away from Karra for too long.”

“That’s a good reason,” I nodded.

“Aye,” Larra said, turning over onto her back. “The poor girl missed me terribly when I was away. Wouldn’t stop kicking up a fuss for the people I asked to look after her until I came home. I decided after my crew got burnt to a crisp by a pissed off dragon that it would be best for both of us if I settled down with the money I’d made and started building a good life for us both.”

“Did she like that more?” I asked.

“For a while,” Larra shrugged. “She settled down more, went to a proper school, trained to ride horses. But when she got to about fifteen she… changed. Became more like me when I was her age: getting into fights, stealing, and fucking anything she liked the look of. I tried talking to her about what she was doing, but she told me it was her calling and nothing was gonna change her mind.”

“What did you do after that?”

“Well, I did the only thing I could do: I accepted it. I understood from my youth that when someone sets their mind on something as much as she did, they don’t stop going for it until they either get it, or die,” Larra explained, her beautiful blue eyes glossing over with the haze of memories. “I trained her as best as I could, made her street smart, business savvy, and a downright sociopath. Did you ever meet the gang she built up?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I killed all of them for a job.”

“Well, if you’d kept them alive they’d have told you stories about my girl you’d have to hear twice to see if they weren’t lying,” Larra chuckled. “She did all the usual bandit stuff when she got to sixteen: rape, pillage, murder. Made me proud in a strange way, that she was out on her own and succeeding at something. How’d she talk to you the first time you met?”

“Ehhh, there wasn’t really much talking,” I answered truthfully. “I walked up the stairs and entered her room to find her masturbating with vigor, only for her to ask me to give her a hand. Or a dick.”

“Sounds like her,” Larra chuckled. “Making Momma proud, as always.” With that, the Nekomata let out a loud yawn, closed her book, and put her head down on the pillow.

“Gnight,” she said, her tail still refusing to settle down.

“Yeah,” I said, closing my eyes and attempting to fall asleep myself. “Gnight.”