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Ivinth’s peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted when the rumbling of the mountain far above brought something down outside his home.  He craned his neck upwards, yawning meekly as he stood up and wandered to the entrance of his cave, hoping to avoid having to shoo away any local Ice Jaws again.
 
A few Ice Jaws wandered around outside, limping through the mountain of snow from an avalanche. This stole Ivinth’s attention long enough for him to watch them from the safety of his hole. Each one hobbled in seemingly random directions, their heads stooped low as if searching for something. As much as he would have preferred to head, Ivinth wrestled the strength to waltzes out of the cave, tail scraping the rocky ground as he stepped from the shadows into the pure white snow.
 
The dragon hardly left the safety of his home, fearing the wrath of what awaited him if he was found. It had been a millennium since his race had fallen from their rule over the world, and Ivinth was hardly able to fight on his own, given the sprawling scars that ran along his muzzle, forepaws, and what little that remained of his wings.
 
Sauntering out of his cave, Ivinth’s pearly blue scales were greeted with a rush of wind that swept across the snow. The Ice Jaws halted in their search as the gigantic dragon’s claws raking again stone made his presence clear.
 
“Wolves” He said in a hushed tone, voice hoarse and tired. “Why have you come here?” His golden eyes shifted over every one of the injured Ice Jaws, awaiting an answer from one of them. He knew they could speak, at least to those of his kind.
 
They didn’t reply, all but one slowly backing up until they turned and hobbled away as fast as they could. The one that had stayed stood his ground, the right side of his face bloodied. He barked at Ivinth, dipping his head down to nuzzle at something in the snow.
 
Ivinth took a step onto the snow, the wolf giving another pained bark, its mouth clamping around whatever it was beneath the snow and trying to pull it back away from the approaching dragon. From what Ivinth recollected, Ice Jaws were born pack animals, never leaving one of their kind behind to die. Was there another Ice Jaw buried beneath the snow? Ivinth took a few more steps towards the injured wolf, his voice now far clearer.
 
“I mean you no ill will, wolf. Whatever it is you protect, I will help it, not harm.” He spoke, bowing his head to ease the beast’s worries. The Ice Jaw glanced down at her, then back to the approaching dragon, until it finally gave a mournful whimper, sitting down in the bloody snow.
 
With the danger of fighting the canine off, Ivinth approached the wolf and whatever it guarded. Peeking from the snow was an… Ice Jaw? It was almost entirely buried beneath the snow, with only a patch of oddly mint green fur revealed. But the fur was far too short for an Ice Jaw, it could never survive the frozen mountains with such a thin coat.
 
Ivinth swept his tail over the clumps of snow, revealing more of the odd wolf underneath. No, it wasn’t an Ice Jaw! Clear of the snow, Ivinth saw not an Ice Jaw, but a Serulian buried beneath. She was entirely nude, a thick trail of blood snaking down her neck past her breasts onto the ground below. Ivinth’s mind raced at what he should do. In his heart he wouldn’t leave anyone to die in the snow, but he had only ever saved the many Ice Jaws that roamed the mountains.
 
But saving her could mean the death of him if she recovered and attacked him with magic, or worse, told her people about him. Time was running short, the Serulian was unconscious and more than likely on the brink of death, either from the blood pouring down her body, or the intense cold that surrounded them.
 
He had to take the chance, hoping beyond hope that, if needed, he could deal with her later. Gently as he could, Ivinth scooped up the nude Serulian with his tail and lifting her onto his back. The Ice Jaw growled at the dragon as his tail wrapped around the feline, but subsided when the dragon flared his teeth at the canine.
 
Keeping a close watch on the Ice Jaw that followed him, Ivinth carefully walked into his cave to begin the process of healing his new, and rather unwanted, guests.
 
Some Time Later
 
Elizabeth awoke to a splitting headache that seemed to pierce into every corner of her skull. In fact, everything hurt, from the tips of her toes to her jaw, leaving her weak enough that if felt as if a half-ton weight was constantly pressed against her chest. Actually… that half-ton weight felt rather warm, fluffy even.
 
Elizabeth cracked one eye open, a task she hardly expected to be tough, finding she was clearly mistaken.  Resting on her chest was a massive dog, its clean white fur warm against her own minty green hair. Elizabeth gave a mental sigh of relief. She was saved, resting at home with Nile’s massive dog to keep her company.
 
The scraping of claws against stone roused Elizabeth from her thoughts, awakening the dog that sat atop her as well. The second sign she wasn’t home was when the canine turned to look at Elizabeth, revealing a massive scar over the side of its face, its eye permanently closed behind pink flesh. Its lips parted long enough for Elizabeth to see not white tooth, but silvery blue ice resting behind those lips. Sitting on Elizabeth’s lap wasn’t Nile’s fluffy white dog, but an Ice Jaw.
 
Elizabeth found the strength to yell out in fear, the Ice Jaw yelping in surprise as he was flung off the side of the bed as Elizabeth scrambled away from the beast with all her energy and might she could muster. The scraping of claws became faster, and around a corner Elizabeth saw a giant beast come running towards her.
 
Elizabeth scrambled with all her strength away from the giant monster bounding towards her, tumbling off the other end of the bed and landing on the ground with a agonizing crack as she landed on the hard floor.
 
“Calm down!” Someone shouted from the other side of the bed, their voice raspy and booming throughout the room. Elizabeth could hardly move, her yelling becoming fits of crying as agony wreathed its way across her body, stealing her newfound energy from her. Something slithered over the side of the bed to twist around Elizabeth’s waist, lifting her up back onto the bed.
 
“I would prefer you don’t undo all the work I’ve put into saving you” The voice scolded. Elizabeth, having lost her ability to struggle, weakly turned towards the voice. Her nose came face to face with another, scaly and nearly triple the size of her own. Scars wide as her thumbs stretched further back from its nostrils, her eyes following them until they met with its owner’s golden eyes, slitted and piercing as they glared back at her.
 
Elizabeth’s sight shifted further down the scaly beast's enormous head, following its equally scarred tree-trunk thick neck. Elizabeth was convinced she was seeing things, yet she continued, seeing more of the bluish scales as they disappeared from the base of his neck into a dark cloak tied together by a golden rope.
 
“If you're done, I’d like to finish my work so you can rest.” It said, jaws opening to reveal rows and rows of sharp fangs, some broken and worn smooth with time. Elizabeth was stunned in fear and awe. Standing in its entirety before her, was a creature of legend, of myth. Standing in front of Elizabeth was a dragon.
 
Her mouth hung open, unable to form anything as the dragon’s head turned towards the Ice Jaw that sat patiently beside the bed.
 
“If you are ready, I’ll begin” The dragon said. the Ice Jaw opened its mouth, revealing its icy fangs to the dragon. Perplexed, Elizabeth watched as the dragon brought its spade-shaped tail to the wolf’s mouth, which the Ice Jaw slowly clamped down on. With a shudder, the Ice Jaw lifted its grip from the dragon’s tail, its teeth leaving its mouth to remain embedded in the dragon’s scaly hide.
 
The Ice Jaw’s teeth melted in a cloud of bluish vapor momentarily. The Ice Jaw, seemingly done with whatever task it had been given, hobbled to the foot of the bed and sat down, avoiding Elizabeth for the time being. The dragon dipped its head towards Elizabeth, glaring at her with annoyance.
 
“Now I expect you to remain calm so I can heal your wounds. I’m already taking great risks to help you.” He said, shutting his eyes tiredly. Before she could reply, Ivinth brought the tip of his tail along her arm, coiling around it carefully until it reached up to her shoulder. The dragon’s scales exuded a steady thrum of heat that seemed to soak into Elizabeth’s arm, disappearing altogether as she tried to focus on the intense warmth.
 
“I’m sure you have a great deal of questions you’d love to be answered, but they will have to wait for a moment.” He said, uncoiling his tail from her arm. The pain that radiated through her body faded away along with the warmth, leaving the feeling of the cold air around her.
 
“A-alright” Elizabeth managed to say, still overwhelmed by the absurd events that surrounded her. The Ice Jaw perked up at the sound of her voice, his ears poking into view over the foot of the bed. The wolf stood and hopped onto the bed, crawling overtop Elizabeth to lick at her face.
 
Ivinth left Elizabeth for a moment to bring over the pail of water he had been carrying when she had woken up. Most of the water had spilled out, but what remained should be plenty for her and the wolf.
 
Setting the pail beside the bed, Ivinth lied down beside the bed, ready to fall asleep when Elizabeth found her voice.
 
“A-are you a dragon?” She asked, still unsure despite him matching almost every myth of their appearance. The dragon smirked at the question, shooting her a quizzical look.
 
“Of course I am. What an odd question.” He replied. But the question had given him pause. Surely she knew of his kind. Who wouldn't? No matter what light his kind were shined in, dragons were integral to history, no matter how long ago they ruled.
 
“Tell me, what do you know of dragons little one?” He asked, angling his head to face her. Curiosity forced him to verify just how much she knew.
 
“W-Well, your kind are mythical beasts, made of pure magick and are… gods of some kind? There’s… There’s very little other than ancient stories about you.” She replied, recollecting as much as she could of the stories she had heard about them.
 
“Made of pure magick? If only. Surely you must know of our rule during the Age of Fire? How we formed the many races that surely roam the realm to this day?” He continued, noticing her brow furrow as he said the Age of Fire. Now she was surely pulling his tail.
 
“It matters not. But I must ask a grand favor from you, miss…” Ivinth had yet to even learn her name! His social skills were clearly slipping, not that there was many people to practice with in the solitude of his home....
 
“Elizabeth.” She answered, watching the dragon with intense curiosity.
 
“Right. Miss Elizabeth, I must ask that keep my existence a closely guarded secret. I mean you or anyone no ill intent or desire to harm. I… I just wish to be alone.”  His voice faltered near the end, and for a moment Elizabeth could see something behind the dragon’s golden gaze.
 
“I… I’ll be over here should you need assistance. The pail of water is clean, and I can easily acquire more” Ivinth said, no more than a hushed whisper. The reality of his solitude had always lingered in his mind, yet now it came with further questions. What became of dragon kind? Was he truly alone in the world? The thought terrified him more than anything, he had to mull these thoughts over in privacy.
 
Ivinth walked to the other end of the room, passing around a corner and out of Elizabeth’s sight. Whatever she had said seemed to have some effect on the scaly beast, but she had neither the energy or desire to disturb the dragon.
 
The Ice Jaw on her had fallen asleep at some point, its breath clear in the cold air. Without the dragon or wolf to occupy her attention, Elizabeth had little to do other than take in the cave around her. Most of the rock looked as if it were carved eons ago, scratches and gouges in the stone worn smooth.  The bed, made up of mostly a pile of leathers atop what she could see was some sort of table, sat in the center of what looked to be a room, a yawning opening where the dragon had left through serving as the only way in or out.
 
The pail that the dragon had brought looked almost brand new, it's clean dark wood and grey steel shiny in the miniscule light of the room, which was provided by two dark steel sconces mounted on the stone wall on either side of the “room”.
 
Elizabeth reached with one hand over to the pail, scooting it closer until she could dip her hand inside to scoop up some water to drink. The water was lukewarm, a welcoming feeling from the cold that the wolf on her kept at bay. She scooped two handfuls of water into her mouth, careful to not drench her bedding or herself, lest the cold freeze it solid later.
 
With her thirst sated, Elizabeth gave the giant mutt on her a push, barely nudging it an inch. She tried again and again, giving up after the fifth attempt. Pinned, Elizabeth simply stared at the ceiling until fatigue took over, falling into the folds of slumber.
 
The next time she awoke, Ivinth was stood over her, his tail wrapped around her arm once again. The Ice Jaw was nowhere to be seen, leaving Elizabeth nothing more than to strike up another conversation with the dragon.
 
“How long have you lived here, dragon?” She asked, feeling the warmth from his tail receding. Without the wolf lying atop her, Elizabeth covered herself with a long piece of fur from the bed, protecting at least some of her modesty from his eyes and the freezing air.
 
“Far longer than you could ever know. And do refrain from calling me “dragon”, my name is Regaulis Ivinthelus, but you may call me Ivinth.” He replied, his voice having regained some of its gravely tone. The Ice Jaw returned as he finished mending the last of her wounds, a deer clenched in its jaws. “Ah, good. I’ll begin preparing some food for you. Miss Elizabeth, I’ve done the best I’m capable of in this state to heal your wounds. If you will, please try moving around the cavern.”
 
Ivinth took the deer from the wolf in his jaws, lifting it up and walking out of sight once more. Elizabeth watched him leave before slowly swinging her legs out from the bed and easing herself off until her feet reached the cold floor.
 
At first, Elizabeth was confident with her first few steps, until the strength in her legs betrayed her. Thankfully the Ice Jaw kept by her side the entire time, serving as a much-needed crutch for her as she slowly walked around the room, her legs screaming for her to stop. Once the pain had passed, Elizabeth and the Ice Jaw steadily walked out of their room.
 
To her right, Elizabeth could see Ivinth sat hunched over a flame, a enormous pot bubbling with steam suspended over it by a lattice of metal bars. The hide from the deer sat beside the flame, still dripping with blood.
 
“I’m… alone.” He said, head hung low as Elizabeth and her wolf approached. “To say the thought never occurred to me would be a bold lie, yet the thought still haunts me nonetheless.” His voice quivered with each word. Elizabeth hesitated to move closer, taking a few steps until the dragon’s head came into view.
 
His once golden eyes glowed blue, sparks of light swirling into nothingness in the air. Elizabeth wasn’t as magically adept as most others, but the intense power that swamped the air was impossible for even her to miss.
 
“Magick was our heritage, the breath of the gods that washed through our lungs. It was a gift meant to bind us together as one, yet it is the wedge that tore us apart.” Ivinth continued, his tail absent-mindedly moving up to stir the boiling pot. The sparks in his eyes slowed, the glow fading away until the golden hue returned in his eyes.
 
“Do you truly know nothing of what my kind gave to you all?” He asked, turning to fix his gold gaze upon Elizabeth. She froze, unable to think. What had happened to him? One moment he had been calm, yet now he looked on the verge of crying.
 
“I-I…” She sputtered. Ivinth turned away, staring back at the bubbles that surfaced from the water.
 
“It is fine, I shouldn’t bare such feelings to you. I… I apologize” Ivinth sighed, standing up. The fire snuffed itself out as he stood, the pot floating up beside him. “Come, I’ve done what I could to prepare a decent meal.”
 
Elizabeth followed him further into the cave, turning right into a room occupied only by a wide stone table and a couple wooden chairs. Although Elizabeth was concerned after seeing him in such a vulnerable state, another pressing feeling had pierced her gut harder than any other feeling, the feeling of starvation. Her nose had caught the traces of steam flowing down the pot, her mouth watering as her mind made up whatever stirred within.
 
A pair of bowls and silverware floated in from somewhere behind Elizabeth as she sat down on one of the chairs, a floating mass of soup settling itself into the bowl that slid into place in front of her. Reaching for the spoon, Elizabeth scooped up the first spoonful of soup, blowing on it before shoveling the contents into her mouth.
 
Wherever Ivinth had procured the assortment of spices and vegetables Elizabeth didn’t even recognize, the meat stew he had made was nothing short of superb. The venison was soft, laden with juices that made her mouth water for more, the broth holding its own assortment of spiciness that she could hardly explain with words.
 
“You're one hell of a cook, Ivinth!” she said, lifting her bowl to slurp up the last of the soup. Ivinth’s mouth lifted in a smile, although it quickly faded as his thoughts brought him elsewhere. He hated to admit it, but having another to speak with was dangerous.
 
The feline hardly knew it, but he had fought more than just his dwindling supply of magic to keep her alive, he was ignoring every instinct and memory engraved in his skull time and time again, growing more attached to the wolf AND her far too quickly.
 
“Thank you.” He muttered, pouring the contents of the soup into his mouth. The taste wasn’t much different from what he normally had, perhaps he needed to vary his own eating habits to really appreciate his own cooking.
 
The Ice Jaw didn’t seem to be enjoying the soup as well as Elizabeth, its head waving frantically with its tongue out. The tip of its muzzle was drenched in the hot soup, having dipped it into the bowl carelessly. Ivinth gave a sigh, levitating the bowl away from the panicked wolf before it spilt more of its contents onto him.
 
He blew on it until it cooled down enough for the dog to slowly lap at it, who barked in appreciation between slurps. Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, having finished her third bowl of the meaty soup. A warmth radiated through her being, the cold air barely noticeable to her. Despite the rather uncomfortable chair she was in, Elizabeth felt blissful. She hadn’t felt such hunger since…...
 
Dammit, she had just dampened her own mood with her own thoughts. Elizabeth fought the memories into the back of her head, she sure as hell wouldn’t let them haunt her now of all times, not when she was having dinner with a monster and mythical being. The thought did arise another one, one she had yet to consider until just now: When would she return home?
 
The thought hadn’t even cross her mind, yet now it seemed stupid not thinking about it. How long had she been gone? Was anyone looking for her? Elizabeth was so enamored in the presence of a living dragon that she had all but forgotten about her home.
 
But even if she did want to leave, the Serulian could hardly walk, let alone hike down the ice cold mountain by her lonesome without anything to climb with or keep her from freezing. She needed Ivinth’s help, whether he wanted to or not.
 
Ivinth stood up from his seat, the cooking pot hovering beside him as he walked past Elizabeth and her wolf, their empty bowls and silverware rising to follow the dragon out the room. Dinner concluded, the Ice Jaw stood beside Elizabeth until she was ready to head back to her room, taking his place beside her as they slowly walked out of the dining hall.
 
“Not yet, I’m not going to bed just yet” She commanded, turning the wolf left deeper into the cave. The dining hall had been a complete surprise for Elizabeth, piquing her curiosity and adventurous side to explore the depths of Ivinth’s home before being forced back onto that unpleasant “bed”.
 
What Elizabeth expected to be a short walk turned to a journey into the depths of the mountain. How far did Ivinth’s cave go? Rooms split off from the chamber every so often, a quick peek inside revealing piles of broken wood and cracked stone, with some rooms collapsed altogether. The stone around Elizabeth was also changing, the walls becoming smoother, carved cleanly in a brick-like pattern. Had he carved all this by himself?
 
Just how far the “cave”, if it could even be called that anymore, went would have to rest as Elizabeth rounded another bend in the hall, finally finding where Ivinth had wandered off to.
 
The massive tunnel opened into a massive chamber, the ceiling stretching up until it faded into the darkness. More wall sconces lit the room in faint yellow light, lighting Ivinth as he sat at the edge of a pool of water recessed into the ground, scrubbing at the dishes he had taken with him.
 
“I see that you’re doing well, Elizabeth. Else you wouldn’t have made such a long walk just to see me.” he said, tilting his head to look at her then back to continue scrubbing at the innards of the pot. Seemingly content, he hovered the pot into the water, shaking it a bit before setting it down beside the pool’s rim. “What is it you need?” His voice echoed throughout the room, still sounding fairly tired.
 
“Your help mostly.” She replied, walking up to the pond. The water was a murky blue, slowly clearing the more Elizabeth stared at it until she could see all the way to the rocky bottom. She rubbed her eyes, and the water lost all semblance of being clear. More surprises, although this wasn’t quite as world-breaking as talking to a dragon.
 
“If your wounds have opened, I would have preferred you return to bed than seek my aid.” Ivinth said, leaning his head down to level with her. Elizabeth looked into the dragon’s eyes, searching for the words she needed to say. Ivinth cocked a scaly brow at the silent Serulian, clearing his throat to try and get her to talk.
 
“I… Well I… want to go home.” She blurted out. Ivinth reared his head back, chuckling at the feline’s request.
 
“I already know you desire to leave, dear Elizabeth. But you can hardly walk, let alone brave the mountain’s cold. Once you are prepared enough I’ll gladly let you return to your ho-”
 
“That's why I need your help!” Elizabeth shouted, cutting him off. “Even if I was fine, I can’t even make it down the mountain without freezing to death! And besides, I don’t have any tools to scale back down.” Ivinth reeled his head back, surprised at the Serulian’s outburst.
 
“Tools? What in the world would you need tools for, are our claws not sufficient?” He asked, glancing down at her paws. Surely her large, razor sharp claws could let her scale up stone itself if she tried. Actually… Now that he looked at her paws, they were rather small for a Serulian.
 
“What? T-There's no way I could ever use my claws to climb anything!” Elizabeth, to emphasize her point, flexed her claws for him to see. Ivinth stared at the diminutive claws revealed before him, dumbfounded. They were hardly as big as twigs!
 
“What in the divine has become of you?” He exclaimed. There was no way the claws of the Serulian’s had become so feeble, so useless in such a short span of time. Ivinth refused to believe such a mighty race had fallen so low.
 
“Look, we can run back and forth about all the outdated information you have, but that doesn’t change the present. And I… I won’t be able to make it down to my home unless… unless you brought me.” Elizabeth said with a sigh. The dragon surely was pulling her leg, climbing with her claws?
 
The feat could be done with the use of magic, she’d even used it more than once to get out of a bind. But even her great ancestors had claws of similar size to hers, which as far as she knew, were bigger than most others
 
“You-you want ME to take you down? No, what you ask is far too great, I shall not risk my own life to return you. I have done far too much just to bring you back from the grip of death itself.” Now it was Ivinth’s turn to be angry, evident as his voice became even more gravely than before. No, he reined in his emotions, knowing what they were capable of. Still, Elizabeth had made it clear she truly couldn’t make it down of her strength. The cold he could stave off with a simple warding spell.
 
But climbing down the mountain, that was a whole new issue he hadn’t considered. Memories of the armory deep within his home came to mind, but there was only swords and shield within, nothing she could use to pierce the ice and climb down. Perhaps there was a way he could help, at least bringing her down most of the way to where she could continue on her own…
 
No, the mountains ended off in sheer cliffs before the woodlands took over, he’d have to bring her all the way down just for her to have a chance of making it, and he knew not what waited beyond the cliffs, what untold dangers lurked within the forests below.
 
“I’m willing to strike a deal, no matter the cost.” Elizabeth’s words brought Ivinth from his thoughts, eyes peering down curiously to meet hers. “I’m no stranger to selling my body to survive. Surely even a being such as you, in all your loneliness, have those urges, right?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
 
Had Ivinth not taken her offer seriously, he would have burst out laughing. A Serulian, trying to seduce him, a dragon. One of his brothers had done the same thing, and was the one who had taught him the “spell” he had inherited from their father to make such an act doable.
 
“You do realize such implications, let alone the size differences, do you not?” Ivinth asked, leaning his head down once more. He could already feel his lust rearing its head just at the thought of slaking his desires. Elizabeth had made him quite the offer, especially given the scent that still surrounded her throughout her time with him.
 
“Of course I do, it's hard NOT to. But if that's what it takes, I’ll take the chance.” She replied, folding her arms together over her breasts.
 
“Why did she have to be in heat?” Ivinth thought to himself. He had suppressed the Ice Jaw’s sense of smell to keep him off her during Elizabeth’s stay, but that still left his nose privy to her scent whenever he came near.  Ivinth sighed. “Fine, but we must discuss this further later, and you must still recover your strength before we set out.” He conceded, watching the Serulian smile from his response. 
 
“Absolutely, although I hope you have somewhere a little more comfortable than the ‘bed’ you made me.” She said, smiling as she left the side of her wolf. “Or maybe you’d like me to just ease my way behind those muscular legs of yours and get comfortable here and now.” Elizabeth’s tone had shifted entirely, putting as much seductiveness into her voice as she could.
 
Ivinth moved his tail to stop her from doing just that, clearly more willing than he’d care to admit to let her follow through with her offer. “N-no that won't be necessary. I have a bed chambers we can… make use of.” He said, eyes beginning to glow a faint purple as he lowered himself to the ground. “But perhaps you’d care to ride me there instead of walking.”
 
“Sounds like an offer I couldn’t refuse, Ivinth. I’d gladly ride you” Elizabeth responded, emphasizing the word with a soft giggle. Ivinth hadn’t felt so… flustered before, it was a nice change from the normal. Perhaps Serulians hadn’t lost all of their heritage from his brother and sister.
 
Elizabeth grabbed at the cloth draped over Ivinth, giving it a tug before pulling herself up onto his back. Before he left, Ivinth whispered a command to the Ice Jaw, who left from the tunnel he and Elizabeth had come from. With the wolf off to do what he had asked, Ivinth stood back up, having pressed his growing erection across the stone floor for longer than he had wished.
 
With the first few steps, Elizabeth found herself clutching the black cloth atop Ivinth to keep herself from being bounced off his back, each step grounding her lips further into the soft cloth and eeking out beads of her juices to soak the robe.
 
Ivinth hadn’t been lying about the walk, having taken what felt like an eternity of walking before the dragon stopped before a wide set of doors. With a push of his snout, the doors creaked open, closing behind them of their own volition once Ivinth stepped into the bedroom.
 
“Wh…. wha-” Elizabeth muttered, glancing around the room. Now she really was going crazy. Ivinth hardly seemed to notice the utter lavishness of the room, from the thick and puffy purple carpet that greeted his paws, the perfectly square walls and ceiling painted in a brilliant lavender tone.
 
No, his only focus was the wide, round bed stationed at the rooms center, a thin royal blue veil suspended from the ceiling draped around the tall mattress. Elizabeth rubbed her eyes twice to verify what she was seeing. It was as if the dragon had stepped into an entirely different world, one not carved from the immensely dull stone.
 
“Before you ask, I kept you in your room due to the severity of your wounds. Had you been in better condition, I would have gladly moved you to this one.” Ivinth remarked, glancing back to see the awestruck Serulians face. Reaching the massive bed, Ivinth parted the blue curtain with his snout, hovering Elizabeth up and over his head onto the fluffy mattress.
 
Elizabeth took a moment to sprawl herself across the bed, rolling around with glee as she ran her hands through the silky sheets. She felt like a queen, surrounded by luxuries she hardly could fathom, let alone be given such a pleasure to be around. Her childish rolling along the bed came to a close as Ivinth made his presence clear.
 
The cloak he had been wearing was folded up beside the bed, his barrel-like chest proudly displayed. Even more dull-pink scars etched their way through his scales, thin, thick, and everything in between lancing across his forelegs and back.
 
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Elizabeth’s attention was turned to the dragon’s head as it came to rest on her chest, his warm breath billowing through his nostrils and across her fur. The glow in his eyes hadn’t receded, its purple glow tinting his golden eyes to match the carpet behind him.
 
So close to the dragon, Elizabeth shuddered for a moment, lost in his gaze. Her hands slowly found their way to either end of his head, pulling him closer until his snout was barely an inch in front of her face. Ivinth’s lips met hers as they shared a kiss, cut short by the sheer difference of size the two shared.
 
“We’ll have to work on that later” She whispered, lips parting into a smirk as his tongue flickered out teasingly. The black muscle remained between his scaly lips as he moved his head lower down her body. He stopped at her breasts, taking the time to suckle on one of her ample mounds gingerly, tongue swirling over to squeeze it. Elizabeth pressed herself closer to Ivinth’s lips, a soft moan leaving her as he shifted over to her other breast.
 
Ivinth release her furry breasts with a satisfying pop, tongue unwinding around her mound and trailing down her slender frame as he moved further. When his tongue finally trailed its way across her awaiting folds, Elizabeth let out a soft coo of joy.
 
Perhaps he still had the talent his brothers and sisters had claimed. Testing himself, Ivinth slid his tongue across her folds once more, pressing his wide tongue over her clit. Her continued cries certainly boosted his confidence, fueling him to gently probe at her entrance teasingly.
 
A millennium of loneliness drove him to relish every second. Every taste of her juices, every whiff of her scent clouding every sense within his mind. His tongue, having complete its duty, receded back to lick at his lips. Before he got too far ahead of himself, Ivinth made sure to make use of the magic swirling within him for its intended use.
 
“Li Vask El Ther A.  So’Thurel!” He spoke, directing the words into Elizabeth’s body with a breath. Elizabeth’s hairs stood on end as the magick washed over her, the warm air soaking into her skin as the magic took hold.
 
“What was that?” Elizabeth asked, taken out of the moment by the sudden enchantment.
 
“Just something to help you later. I promise that you will find it… enjoyable” Ivinth replied with a smile. “But for now, I believe the favor should be returned.”  He said, stepping over Elizabeth. The first glimpse of his massive dong came as it practically plopped onto her face, bobbing from his steps onto the bed.
 
Grabbing the black member to stop it, Elizabeth was greeted by nothing short of a beautiful cock. The black rod was at least the size of her entire arm and twice as thick, arching up towards Ivinth’s belly. The shaft was lined with rounded crevices, each smaller than the last as they smoothened out to the tip, much like a canine’s with its pointed tip.
 
One paw, then another wrapped itself around Ivinth’s massive length, Elizabeth’s eyes never leaving the glistening ebony rod as her hands explored every inch of flesh she could reach. Ivinth lowered himself a bit more, letting her indulge in her loving exploration of him.
 
His own growls of enjoyment rumbled through his chest, a noise Elizabeth took pride in hearing as she began stroking her paws over his length, working her fingers into each crevice to find where his favorite spot was hidden. An ecstatic moan signaled where his prized area was located, tucked away somewhere between the crevices near the head of his mast.
 
Her hands were slick with his fluids, having been hidden away within his slit for an untold number of years. Which seemed to bring about another question: where was his balls?
Elizabeth relayed her question to the dragon, who gave a gravelly chuckle.
 
“You continue to offer humorous questions, Elizabeth. My ‘balls’ are tucked away within my body. Although there is a spell to change that to be… more like what you were expecting.” He answered, stopping to give a rumbling groan of pleasure as she continued to stroke his shaft. The rumbling in his chest had picked up, the noise similar to stones rolling within a barrel, only softer.
 
To her, it sounded something akin to purring, if dragons were capable of such a noise. Nevertheless, Ivinth’s enjoyment was all the more important to Elizabeth, who picked up the pace with her paws, her fingers dancing across his girth. Although she couldn’t see, the purplish glow of Ivinth’s eyes had grown even brighter, joined with a faint fog-like mist that swirled around the lids of his eyes.
 
“Ah.. As much as I’m enjoying those luscious paws of you. I think a change of positions would be in order.” Was all the warning Ivinth gave Elizabeth as he twisted onto his back, hovering Elizabeth out of the way and onto his belly within the span of a few seconds. She groaned, the world spinning from the sudden shift in positions.
 
When the world stopped spinning, Elizabeth became well aware of the massive dragon shaft wedged between her cheeks. She was content to work at him from the new angle, until she found herself unable to lift herself from his scaly belly, which brought a whole new fear of him cramming his behemoth length into her.
 
“H-hey there big guy, let's n-not get too hasty here.” She stammered, looking up at the dragon’s glowing pink eyes. It was hard to see anything in his neon pink sight, yet it was clear he wasn’t intending to hurt her.
 
“Trust me” He whispered, angling his pointed pride lower towards her moist cleft. Worry still plastered across her face, Elizabeth gave a nervous nod, and Ivinth slowly spread her lips wide to receive his cock in all its behemoth glory. Elizabeth scrunched her face, awaiting the immense pain that she expected to follow. It never came, but what did come was a wave of warmth that overtook her fear. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced down towards her legs.
 
A thick bulge was wedged between her legs, Ivinth’s wide tip easily distinguished beneath the stretched skin. It finally clicked in her head that the spell Ivinth had incanted was the cause. Ivinth gave another thrust, the bulge flexing out more as his length inched further within her. The site of her own body stretching to accommodate the dragon’s large phallus was extremely odd, but the waves of pleasure that streaked through Elizabeth made every second all the more worthwhile.
 
Ivinth himself was awash with his own enjoyment, feeling the Serulians tight walls embracing his cock with earnest. How long had it been since he felt such joy, such warmth wrapped around his length? The number was far too high for him to care any longer, plunging another inch into Elizabeth’s perfect folds with a heartfelt thrust.
 
“You’re fantastic Elizabeth!” He shouted, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he kept feeling wave after wave of wonderful sensations overtaking him. Their moans echoed out through the room, the squishing of flesh slowly filling the air. Ivinth started slow, gently pulling his muscular hips back until naught but his tip probed Elizabeth's depths, her canal audibly sucking as his cock retreated from her, only to sink it back into her silky tunnel.
 
Perhaps it had just been too long, but to Ivinth he had never experienced such bliss. He could already feel his own climax near, held back only by the magick that swirled around his eyes. Picking up the pace, Elizabeth felt the force holding herself to Ivinth disappear altogether, made clear as she bounced along with his thrusts.
 
“Your -Ah! not so bad yourself Ivinth!” she shouted back, feeling his cock plunge deeper into her with each thrust. She threw her head back as a climax racked itself over her body, her walls convulsing against Ivinth’s black tool rhythmically. Each thrust prolonged her orgasm, her inner folds spraying a constant rain of her juices into her depths, aiding in Ivinth’s thrusting.
 
Each thrust, the crevices along his draconic cock brought a new and fresh wave of ecstasy to the both of them, made all the better as Ivinth’s pace picked up even more. Her second screaming orgasm came sooner than the first as Elizabeth felt every inch of Ivinth’s cock plunge into her depths, pulling back only to bring itself hammering back to its root within her.
 
Both of their tails thrashed against everything that stood in their way, Elizabeth’s gently tickling along the inner thigh of Ivinth’s hind legs, and his spade-shaped tail beating down upon the mattress with barely contained strength. His eyes billowed the thick purple smoke that rolled from his eyes, blanketing the area around him in a cloudy haze that shut out the world around them in its purple darkness.
 
Ivinth’s magick was beginning to fail, his climax ready to rear its glorious head and pump an eons worth of his essence within his mate. “I- I cannot hold for much longer E-E-Elizabeth!” He shouted again, fighting for every second to last just a moment longer.
 
Elizabeth found herself rooted back against his belly, a godsend as the dragon’s thrusts had become too much for her to stay atop him for much longer. “Then don’t!” She replied, a long scream echoing out as she reached another climax before the last could even end.
 
His reply came back as a roar that shook the world around them, plunging his cock as far into her as he could. From his deep-rooted member, a torrent of ivory-white seed spilling from his tip into her depths. The torrent of cum that spewed from Ivinth into Elizabeth made a noticeable bulge as it released its otherworldly load into her depths, staining every crevice in his essence as her belly slowly began to bulge out. The glow in Ivinth’s eye slowly began to recede along with the purple fog around them, leaving them two panting in bliss as Ivinth’s cock continued to unleash its full might into the Serulian.
 
The feeling of being full was another experience altogether for Elizabeth, cut short as Ivinth slowly began pulling his still-spouting cock from her depths, releasing the gallons of seed onto his belly with a resounding squish. He’d clean it up later, but for now Ivinth desired nothing more than to lay in the glow of his climax, years in the waiting.
 
“H-H...holy….f-fu...” Elizabeth tried to speak, barely able to form a single word as the waterfall of dragon cum slowed to a trickle. If Ivinth had any more tricks up his sleeves, she would definitely be the first in line.
 
“I’d ask you how it f-…. felt to be the first in over a hundred years to feel the ‘might’ of a dragon firsthand, but… I think we could both use a short b-break after that.” Ivinth wheezed, head slouched on the bed tiredly.
 
It took them both another few minutes before either of them could stand back up, giving Elizabeth and Ivinth plenty of time to consider the terms of their “deal”...
 
End of Part 2...