Lineage

I’d made my way back to the Academy, finding Zane in the mess hall and explaining everything to him. He listened intently to my findings, his eyes widening in surprise at the graphic descriptions of the pictures Elron had drawn, but returned to normal once I described my encounter with the stitched-together pieces of the Rejected Mother.

“So this Rejected Mother’s able to build herself a body out of pieces,” Zane said, leaning forward with a mug of mead in his hand. “But she’s not able to create a stronger one? Or use it to access her full power? You don’t think the Mother has to conform to the rules of Spiritual Occupation, do you?”

“Seems like it,” I nodded. “She needs to find a body without a spirit, without an active presence, to possess, and since she can’t find a whole dead body that’s to her liking in the mansion, or share a link like Grael and I do, she can’t take over the body of an alive person because there’s no room.”

“I’d’ve thought a Goddess could break a rule like that,” Zane said, sipping from his mead.

“Remember that she’s a much a Goddess as a child’s clay mouldings is an artist’s masterful statue,” I reminded him, grabbing a loaf of bread from the table and splitting it in half, munching on the delicious sourdough. “This Rejected Mother is a pale imitation of the real thing, crafted from the hands of lesser beings and given the power that those creatures could muster.”

“That’s a very Celestia way of putting it,” Zane chuckled. “You’re starting to sound more like her the more you go into this.”

I shrugged, chuckling as I ate some more bread. He was right, though. Every time I needed to explain or clarify something, I changed to a much more formal way of speaking, mostly due to seeing everyone else in my family do it. That and cleaning up the accent and way in which I spoke whenever requesting or ordering something to make sure they didn’t think I was a fucking moron.

“Indeed I am,” I said, cracking my neck loudly.

“So,” Zane said, getting back on topic. “What’s the plan when Luna and her backup get here? Are you going in with them?”

“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “Most likely not. I’d probably hold them all back if I did.”

“Right,” Zane nodded, finishing his mug and standing up to get a refill. “You want anything to drink?”

“No, thanks,” I said, holding up a hand in a gesture of refusal. “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself,” he said, walking over to the barrels and pouring himself a new mug. He grabbed something to eat and walked back over to me, sitting down with a crudely-constructed sandwich and taking a bite out of it.

“I think after this I’m gonna take a nap,” he said after a few bites. “I need to be up early to take some of the newer students down to the caves and start teaching them to climb.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, looking over my shoulder. “I’ve got to head off myself, actually. Got a lovely lady waiting for me up in the bedroom.”

“No change from usual, then?” he asked with a smirk as I got out of my chair.

“No there is not,” I smiled, giving him a wave as I headed off. “I’ll see you round, Zane.”

“Gimme a shout if you need anything,” he called back. “I’m always ready to help.”

“Thanks, man,” I said, heading out of the mess hall and back through the Academy. I made good time, taking just under ten minutes to get to where I needed to be, opening the door and closing it behind me as I walked inside. I spotted Svea, asleep and snoring gently in the same position I’d left her, not having woken to clean herself at any point.

I walked over to her with a gentle smile, tracing a finger down her soft, draconic thigh. She stirred slightly in her sleep, her eyelids flickering slightly as she made a quiet groaning noise. I gently prised her legs open, massaging her smooth stomach with her palm of my hand as she was slowly roused back to the waking world. She blinked silently at first, taking a moment to gather her bearings before smiling gently.

“Hiya,” she said in a rough, breaking voice. “How long were you gone for?”

“About an hour or two,” I answered, sliding my hand down to her lower lips and gently massaging the folds of her pussy, massaging her clit with my thumb and watching as a shiver ran down her spine. “Not too long. How are you feeling?”

“With where you’ve got your hand: amazing,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me. “Everywhere else? I feel sticky and dirty. Is there a shower around here somewhere?”

“Just over there,” I indicated with a head movement. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” she chuckled, holding her hands out for me to take. “Care to help me up?”

I did as requested, only to find out how unbelievably heavy Svea was. Exerting myself almost to the point of injury by using every iota of my strength to lift her, only to fail to shift her even an inch made me take an exhausted step back, giving her a questioning glance as she merely smirked.

“Fucking hell, Svea,” I panted, hunching over to try and get my breath back. “Why the fuck are you so heavy?”

“I’m not that heavy,” she smirked. “I’m only about four hundred pounds.”

“How?” I asked in confusion. “I know you’re seven feet tall and really stacked, but you’re nowhere close to looking four hundred pounds. Hell, I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me if you were over two hundred.”

“Weight isn’t just dictated by mass, Richter,” Svea said, sitting up effortlessly. “It’s dictated by a number of factors, including the strength of gravitational attraction and density. And in this case, especially in this form, I’m extremely dense.”

“Right,” I nodded. “Why?”

“Draconic muscle needs to be extremely dense to absorb the kinetic force transferred from the ground into the body upon impact during a landing, as well as needing to be strong enough to support that weight,” she explained. “In my true dragon form, using my regular neck instead of the human-like one I have now, I have more than enough muscular strength in it to break through stone support columns.”

“Alright,” I said, sucking in a breath and standing up straight. “So I can assume you can walk your fat ass to the shower yourself then?”

“But of course,” she said, standing up and heading to the shower room. As she did so, her tail slapped me across the face with an astonishingly loud cracking sound, yet a distinct lack of pain. She turned around and gave me a cute smirk before sticking her tongue out.

“Sorry, the weight compensation of my fat ass made it a little hard to control my momentum there once I stood up,” she giggled. “Won’t happen again.”

“I’ll take that as my punishment then?” I asked.

“You can indeed,” she nodded, sauntering into the shower. I followed her in, disrobing as I did so and walking into the half of the room that was essentially a wet room, with no borders for the shower and just a large part of the ceiling where the water was stored and came down from. She activated the spray, the powerful water drumming down on our bodies as we huddled together, my erection freely rubbing against Svea’s firm body as I helped her scrub herself, cleaning the cum, sweat, and oil from her beautiful form with soap, sponges, and vigor. I ran my hands down over her back, scrubbing her dimples of Venus with a soapy sponge before sliding it down her asscrack, washing away cum residue and dried sweat, leaving her ass and pussy clean and fresh.

“Svea,” I said softly. “Would you mind turning around?”

“Hm?” she asked, looking down at me. “Not at all.”

She allowed me to guide her form to the nearest wall, letting me bend her over and toy with her ass. I slapped her across one of her cheeks, a wet crack sounding over the noise of the shower followed by a groan from the dragoness. I massaged and kneaded her ass, slapping her several more times and leaving a red handprint on her smooth behind. I watched the water flow over her snow-white rump, rubbing in the warm liquid and watching the different directions it went when I squeezed and pulled at the dragon’s ass, rubbing my cock against her inner thigh as I did so. I could see the muscles in Svea’s back and wings tensing and relaxing as I massaged her, placing my mouth on one of the joints of her wings and sucking gently, the appendage fluttering weakly as I did so.

I chuckled quietly, spreading her ass wider apart, guiding her tail out of the way and spreading her pussy with my fingers.

“Are you ready?” I asked in a warm manner.

“Whenever you are,” she said, taking my hands and guiding them to her hips once more. “Let’s get this done.”

“Of course,” I nodded, pushing inside her wet pussy, feeling a mix of the warmth of her insides and the warmth of the water rushing down my body mixing into a relaxing combination. I knew there was no rush, no reason to pound her through the wall. I could take all the time I wanted right now, enjoy myself with the beautiful dragon I was inside and allow us both to have a moment while copulating.

After all; she’d be the mother to be child in less than a year, each impact of my hips against her ass, each time I plunged my member deep inside her brought us both closer to a union that linked for life. I began to gently gnaw one of her wing joints, having Svea grind her ass into my thrusts as a sign of enjoyment, the sound of wet flesh slapping against her juicy ass being just audible over the water drumming on the marble floor. Svea’s tail swished and flicked over my shoulder, the thick appendage eventually wrapping itself around me like a bandolier and gently squeezing me. Svea’s wings fluttered and extended, the sound of the water bouncing off the leather membrane reminding me of rainfall on stretched fabric.

I wrapped my arms around her, linking them at her stomach as I proceeded to pump in and out of her harder, resting my head on her back as our breathing became more and more erratic. I could feel myself building up faster than ever, feeling a need to breed more than a need to please. The feeling of my mate’s warm, wet body against mine, the sound of the rain on her wings, and the barely-audible whispers of pleasure from the draconic beauty were bliss to me, feeling more at peace and more connected to a woman than I had in a long time, gently kissing her back and sides, running my tongue along her back, chest, and underarms as she mewled happily, pressing her breasts against the warm wall and closing her eyes, enjoying the gentle, loving thrusts as they spread her insides apart, preparing her for the process that would grant her a child.

I could hear the claws on her feet scraping against the floor as she dug them deeper in, unconcerned about her own approaching orgasm as her mind wandered off to a place not of this plane. I could feel her heart thumping in her body, guiding her back slightly and sliding my hands across her slick, wet form, gently groping and massaging her breasts as she drew closer and closer to cumming. I increased my speed again for her, pushing us both closer and closer to conception, hearing her throat vibrating as she hummed in an entranced manner, some kind of dragon instinct in her mind shutting down her thoughts and feelings, leaving only the command to keep her legs straight and her lungs moving. I wanted to lay her down on the floor. I wanted to turn her over and embrace her as close as I could.

So I did.

I brought us both gently down, removing myself from her warmth and lying her down on the floor, sliding my wet body against hers and sliding my cock back into her body, the feeling of the water hitting my back soon removed as she enclosed me in her wingspan, locking me in her love with both her wings and her arms, my mouth closing around her nipple as I began to suck it gently, the rigid flesh coated with the sweet shower water as I lapped at her bust, fucking her gently enough to keep her calm, but well enough to please her as our edges drew closer than ever. She leaned close to me, whispering her love into my ear in short phrases, myself responding in kind to one statement in particular:

“Will you stay with me?” she asked.

“I can’t,” I answered quietly, feeling the throbbing in my length building up further to bursting point, my balls tucking against the base of my shaft as I groaned, cumming deep into Svea’s fertile womb and seeding the new branch of my family tree, creating a new child with a woman I’d begun to adore.

She moaned quietly, having cum herself in a quiet fashion, before slipping her tongue into my mouth, waiting several moment for me to empty the batch into her, a batch I felt was special than my others, either for her or for anyone else. I felt myself drawing something from her as well, feeling some kind of magical connection between the both of us that made my head light up in fireworks and my breath drain from my lungs. I broke apart from her, staring deep into her ice-blue eyes as I pulled out from her inseminated womb, smiling kindly before kissing her on the nose.

“I can’t stay with you,” I repeated. “But I’ll come running whenever you need me to, Svea. For you…” I slid my hand onto her stomach and feeling the warmth it now held.

“And for them,” I finished.

“That’s all I can ask of you,” she responded. “And that’s all I want from you, My Dear Richter.”