Growing Love

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Distant ringing managed to pervade into his dreams and drag his conscience back to the waking world; where the ringing suddenly sounded much louder. Groaning in frustration, Emperor Scree ground the palms of his hands into his eyes; rubbing away sleep and staring blearily at the armed guard beside his bed and slowly registering both the lack of sunlight through his windows, and the annoyingly incessant ringing.
“What is it now!” he groaned; the guard opened his mouth and instead a distant woman screamed. After pausing for a moment the guard tried again “A dragon, Milord”

Instantly awake, Scree sat up in bed and frantically blinked away the last vestiges of sleep. He grabbed his gem-encrusted helmet and slipped it on before marching from the room; grabbing the handle of his huge, ornately carved sword as he walked and hurried down the ancient stone hallways – still in his bed clothes.  He stormed into the courtyard looking utterly ridiculous, clad in a battle-ready helmet, a white linin gown and wielding a gargantuan sword; it was a sign of the sheer reputation that he carried that not a single person batted an eye as he gazed around
“Well? Where’s this dragon?”
“H-h-here Y-your highness” The night-watchman stammered, staring fixatedly at the tip of his spear, which was pointing down near to his feet “I-it c-c-came in and i-is just s-sat there!”

Scree sighed, relaxed and walked across the courtyard to Jaer; a small crowd forming on the parapets “Jaer, what have I said before? Don’t accept the night-watch if you’re going to dri-“the emperor’s words died in his throat as he saw there was indeed something sat on the floor. Crouching down for a better look, Scree gazed intently at the tiny dragon, barely five inches long. The creature was stunning, perfectly formed down to the last detail; miniscule grey claws attached to a bone-white body of scales. Fins extended from the back of its jaw, and similar fins sprouted from the neck near her head, between its shoulder blades and at the base of the tail. The dragon looked almost like the ornately carved statuettes Scree sometimes received, except for its exceptionally large, almost childlike, eyes that stared intently at Jaer; flicking over to Scree as he knelt before it. The tiny dragon gave a small chirp, high, crystalline and feminine – or perhaps simply small – and apparently hiccupped, belching out a tiny jet of yellow flame.

Jaer jerked back at the fire, and was about to skewer the mini-dragon when Scree held up a hand
“It’s too small to cause any damage I think. No need to try and kill it” the emperor slowly held his hand out to the tiny porcelain white dragon which cocked its head curiously, sniffing at Scree’s fingers before a long, slender tongue darted out and lapped at the tip much like a cat. Apparently satisfied, the dragon moved suddenly climbing up into Scree’s palm with snakelike fluidity. Curling up into a ball it coiled its tail around his thumb – only barely long enough to make a single loop – and settled down, large eyes watching Scree with interest. Lifting it up, Scree was surprised to find the dragon weighed quite a lot, it felt more like hefting a stone statue than a living creature.
“Jaer, do you have any food left?” Wordlessly, the night-watchmen pulled out a small hunk of sausage, about the size of Scree’s little finger. 

A substantial crowd of people now stood on the parapets, in balcony’s and doorways, filling the courtyard; and watched with curiosity as their ruler accepted the chunk of food and placed it in his hand, in front of the tiny dragon. Without bothering to sniff it, the creature chirped happily and took a tiny bite; gulping down mouthfuls of the soft meat in quick succession. In an impressively short span of time the last morsel vanished between ivory jaws and slid down its gullet to join the partially chewed mass giving the dragon’s middle a slight bulge.
“See Jaer, just a hungry little animal, nothing to fear” as if in agreement the dragon gave a tiny burp, chirped happily and tucked its head into the crease between Scree’s palm, middle, and ring finger and apparently fell asleep.
Scree lifted the helmet visor and looked over the castle walls, watching the dark skies turn steadily to indigo as light crept across the world
“Dawn is coming, get some sleep Jaer” the  young man nodded to Scree, but still waited for the emperor to retrieve his sword, an ancient family heirloom, from the ground and walk away before hurrying off himself. As Scree headed back to his chambers, he examined the sleeping dragon in more detail, gazing with wonder at the intricate bands of scales and the swollen middle, stuffed with sausage. His guard, ever present like a living shadow, gently reached forward and lifted his helmet off.
“Thank you Wren” he murmured automatically as she wordlessly tucked the armour piece beneath her arm and melted back into the shadows, a constant presence in his life for as long as he could remember. Childhood friends long before she became his personal guardian.

Scree entered his room, hearing the familiar click as Wren locked the door, preventing anyone but herself gaining access while he slept; the dragon chirped sleepily in protest as he slid it off his hand onto the pillow. Quickly replacing his sword –Wren having somehow already returned his helmet to the stand – Scree climbed into bed, careful to avoid landing on the dragon, and lay on his back eager to return to sleep. The dragon chirped questioningly before shifting, standing up and walking slowly over the pillow to curl up in the crook of his neck; Scree smiled at the cute gesture until sleep stole over him.

Several hours later Scree woke again to bright sunlight filling his room, and an oddly pleasant sensation in his loins. Mildly surprised – it had been years since he got ‘morning wood’ after all – he threw back the covers and froze in shock. The small dragon had wrapped itself around his cock, small front paws resting on the head and its long tail coiled around the base. The tiny, feminine head looked up from the saliva covered tip as the covers were removed and chirped happily, as though saying good morning [1]
After a moments shock Scree sighed “I really hope you’re female” Before flopping back onto the bed and closing his eyes, letting the dragon continue. It made several more sweet chirps, as though trying to re-assure him; before sliding its paws down his length, pulling down the foreskin and exposing the wet-sensitive flesh beneath. Without warning the dragon lapped over the head, the smooth wet tongue drawing a shuddering groan from Scree; he instinctively reached over with his hand, and jerked it back when the dragon blew a puff of flame at his fingers while watching his face with something akin to a smirk. While not painful, it immediately told him who was in charge; and Scree spent the next twenty minutes clawing the mattress and bucking his hips as the tiny dragon worked at his throbbing erection, tightly squeezing its tail around the base and forcing him to swell further, achingly tight against the foreskin as its slick tongue and tickling sharp claws slid over every millimetre of flesh. As a final act the dragon teased at the very tip for just a moment, and then slid the whole two centimetre length of its tongue down the Scree’s urethral track, the tip flicking deep inside his cock. Scree cried aloud in release, his body thrusting up a final time squirting thick spurts of cum out, drenching the tiny dragon and his own waist. Even before he finished ejaculating the dragon went to work, slurping up mouthfuls of the still steaming cum and swallowing it down, cleaning itself before lapping every last drop from Scree’s body; when it was finished Scree’s hips and slowly dwindling erecter were covered in a thin layer of saliva, and the dragon gave a tiny, cute belch before dragging itself off him to curl up in the bedding with a visibly swollen middle.

Scree climbed out of bed and into his royal clothes, a surprisingly mundane getup consisting largely of a dark grey tunic and trousers, though both adorned with enough gold and jewels to buy a small island. Long ago Scree’s reputation had surpassed his need to appear richer than others, and the jewels only remained as a sign of goodwill to the neighbouring powers that gifted them. Turning to the bed he saw the dragon had awoken and was perched on the edge, watching him; as soon as it knew it had his attention, the tiny white creature leapt forwards, clinging to the cloth of his sleeve with its claws and scampering up his arm to sit on his shoulder. The dragon chirped sharply, almost as though an instruction to go and Scree gave a small smile of pleasure; one of the first to touch his lips in far too many years.

Throughout the day the dragon remained on the emperor’s shoulder, coming down only to steal impressively large quantities of food from his hands; despite eating a mass at least as big as itself throughout the day, the dragon’s belly never looked more than mildly bloated. In the evening the pair retired to bed together again, with Scree pausing at the door, immediately his guard was by his shoulder, the gently warmth of her breath brushing his neck.
“Summon the Vet for tomorrow Wren; I want to know more about my new pet”
“Of course Lord Scree” She melted back into the shadows as he walked inside, and the door lock clicked as always; and the dragon gave his ear a sharp bite, drawing blood from the tiniest puncture wound.
“Ow! Hey, oh you don’t like being called pet then little one? How about friend?” in response the dragon gently lapped at his ear, licking up the spilt blood and covering the wound with saliva, quickly blocking it and preventing further bleeding.

In the morning Scree again woke to the dragon coiled around his erection, massaging another large meal from him. When they were done, Scree and the dragon left the bedroom and followed as Wren led him to another section of the castle.
“Ahh, Milord you called for me?” the Vet bowed, or rather rolled forwards slightly. The short, exceptionally round man immediately spied the dragon perched on Scree’s shoulder. “Aha! A dragon!” In response Scree walked up to the solid marble table and let the dragon leap from his shoulder to the cool surface, eyeing the Vet. He pinched the dragon halfway down her tail and, with a firm but gentle grip, lifted it up into the air; his eyes roaming over the slender body and smooth ivory-white scales.
“It appeared in the castle yesterday at dawn, one of the guards found it and I know nothing about it, except that it’s clearly a dragon” The vet’s eyes lit up as Scree’s words, in anticipation of a challenge.
“A female….probably, hard to tell with cloaca’s, especially when they’re so small” The dragoness glanced up at Scree and rolled her eyes, her whole face saying “duh!”
“hmm no wings, so likely of the serpentine dragon” He glanced up at Scree and explained “Uhh, dragons largely split into two groups, the Avian dragons…the ones with wings, usually more defined bodies; and the serpentine ones like your little friend here, more fluidly formed and usually without wings. I wonder if she can breathe fire.” In response to his musings, she curled herself up slightly to face him, and puffed a cloud a flame towards his face, the quickly expanding plume clearly a demonstration than a threat. Scree give a small chuckle while the Vet smiled “Oh, intelligent as well are we?”
“You still haven’t told me about the obvious bit…why is she so small?” Scree exclaimed, having never seen or read of a dragon smaller than at least a dozen men.
“Oh, that” the Vet shrugged, the topic clearly not of much interest “It’s basic dragon physiology, for the first three-hundred years or so they remain very small, living off insects mostly. It’s only when they feel ready that they start eating lots and growing” He paused, lost in thought “I suppose it’s also possible for a very powerful dragon to reduce its size with some potent magic. I’ve never heard it happen, but this one is clearly smart, so who knows”
The Vet returned the dragon to the table and rested his palms on the cool surface, regarding his emperor with a serious expression. “What I do know however, is that if she’s as intelligent as I think she might be. She didn’t come here by accident” He let his words sink in before adding “Oh, and she’d probably prefer a name, rather than ‘Dragon’” in response the dragoness gave his fingers a quick lick, clearly in thanks about the name; before she took a running leap at Scree, hitting his chest and clambering onto his shoulder.

Scree thanked the Vet and left with Wren by his side. “Hmm, a name?” he mused throughout much of the day. The sun was sinking once more into the horizon, bathing the castle in burning embers of light, the warm glow slowly drawing shadows from their gloomy hiding places when Scree suddenly exclaimed “Ria!“ Wren stepped out of the shadows and the dragoness looked up from her meal at the outburst. “We’ll call you Ria” he explained a little sheepishly, stroking the dragon’s back “Hey Wren, does she look bigger than yesterday?”

Sure enough, Ria was in fact growing and by the end of the week she was the size of a large kitten. In the morning she woke Scree with her usual method, but once finished she walked up his naked stomach and licked his nose happily; her belly still swelled out from his cum – somehow he managed to produce an astonishing quantity every day – but no longer enough to fill her and reduce her to sleep as he dressed.
“Wow, you’re getting big Ria! If you keep eating and growing like this, soon you’ll have to sit at the table and eat with the rest of us!” He smiled and stroked her lovingly as she chirped in response, cocking her head like a bird before suddenly leaping from his chest and vanishing over the edge of the bed. Sounds of scrabbling and a much coarser squeak than the dragon’s sweet voice broke the serene morning quiet and Scree quickly rolled over to the edge and peered down. He jaw dropped with shock as the hind-legs and tail of a mouse easily half as big as Ria vanished between the white jaws. The dragoness let out a burp and looked up at Scree with something close to a smug grin; the emperor reached down and lifted her back onto the bed, standing her on his chest where she remained for a moment before lowering herself down, settling into a content position lying on his chest. Scree felt a bizarre sensation and gave her swollen middle a soft poke; her belly exploded into frantic jiggling and the mouse, somehow still alive after a trip down Ria’s throat, squeaked in terror. He listened in horror to the hauntingly muffled squeaking as the mouse struggled frantically inside the dragoness’ stomach; somehow made worse by the additionally thick glorps as Scree realised not only was the mouse being forced to curl up inside Ria’s belly, it was also more than likely surrounded by the warm cum she had so recently taken from his loins. He watched her face for a moment, her tongue lolled out slightly and her eyes were half closed in obvious enjoyment; nonetheless he gave her belly another gentle prod
“Let the poor thing out Ria! At least kill it first!” the dragoness didn’t move and gave a short chirp that was an unmistakeable ‘no’.

For half an hour the mouse struggled before either expiring from lack of air, or simply giving up. When it stopped Ria gave another small burp, a chirp of satisfaction and jumped off Scree’s chest, finally letting him get up and get dressed. Although he wouldn’t admit it, the feeling of her squirming belly felt exceptionally pleasant and after the initial shock the thought of the rodent’s location felt somehow appealing. He shook the thoughts from his mind and knocked on the door; Gwen opening it as the gravid-appearing Ria leapt to his shoulder and coiled her tail around his neck for balance. Her belly gurgled and churned, constantly digesting its meal as she ate whenever offered, keeping her belly a squishy ball resting on Scree’s shoulder. Although she ate no more mice that day, she would chase one or two down most days from then on, often walking back to Scree before swallowing the mouse whole and alive, as though to tease him. Slowly she grew bigger and her body filled out, from her original spindly statuette into a more solid shape, gaining a little bit of muscle along her thighs and upper arms. By the time she outgrew the average cat’s size Ria had begun to wander the castle without Scree during the day, and the pale dragoness with a swollen belly squirming with live mice and rats became a common sight; even watching tails vanish between her lips stopped being quite so bizarre after a month or so, and although everyone was mildly disturbed by it and the dragon’s presence, no one but Wren said so to the emperor.
“It’s odd Scree, and you know it! Normal animals don’t gulp down live rodents like a snake” Wren tried once more to convince him Ria was trouble.
“You heard the vet Wren, she is serpentine. Besides, it’s helping clear up the rat problem”
“I’m worried about how big she’s getting, there have been rumours of missing cats” The conversation was abruptly cut short as Ria walked into the room, her characteristically full stomach swaying…and squirming slightly between her legs. She chirped happily – her voice having deepened slightly as she grew – as Scree picked her up and stroked her, like a cat; in response she curled her tail tightly around his bicep and nuzzled into his chest, chirping contentedly.

The argument ended, Scree entered his room and Wren took up her post outside; neither quite as happy as usual. For Scree the mood was quickly lifted as Ria went down on him as soon as he slipped beneath the covers. With her new size she no longer coiled herself around his member, and was instead able to take the six inch organ into her mouth and deep throat his twitching erection, teasing him with a taste of the slick wet tunnel so many unfortunate mice had slid through, deposited into the wet, squeezing sack deep within her body. When she finally released his now flaccid shaft, moist with her drool but not a drop of cum in sight; Ria turned and settled on his chest, sphinx-like, and watched her sleeping lover.

“Scree?” The emperor stirred, feeling someone prod him gently
“Scree, wake up lover” he grumbled sleepily in response and a waft of hot air rushed over his face.
“Don’t make me burn that cute head of hair” the oddly familiar voice warned, and Scree sighed in submission, rubbing his eyes and lifting his head.
“Wren, what’s wr-“He paused, the door to his room was still locked. And Wren had never called him cute; in fact the only other person in the room was Ria. The cat-sized dragon sat happily on his belly, her own twitching slightly with some unknown meal as she looked intently at him. Her tail was already coiled around his usual morning erection, squeezing tightly and trapping the blood, forcing him to swell further.
“Morning to you as well Ria, I could have sworn someone spoke just now” Ria simply grinned even more widely than normal and opened her lips to chirp at him.
“I did silly, and it’s about time!” Scree stared in shock as Ria’s slightly flanged voice reached his ears; after a heartbeat that seemed like a lifetime he sat up in numb shock, and Ria slid straight down his chest and into his lap, onto his throbbing erection.
Scree groaned loudly, the initial shock pushed from his mind by the sudden pleasure of thrusting into such tight, slick confines; Ria hissed happily and braced her rear legs on his thighs, lifting up slightly before dropping down again; impaling herself repeatedly on the now sticky shaft, her tail squeezing almost painfully tightly around the base as she milked him harder and faster. After a brief but intense five minutes his body finally gave in to her demands, his cock pulsing inside her before giving up its usual impressive quantity of cum; not a single drop escaped her loins as she continued to clench and slide around him until she came, a clear liquid slowly oozing from her flexing nethers down around the base of his groin. Sated, the small dragoness lifted herself off of the prone emperor’s twitching erection and finally released her tail’s grip around it before walked up to sit on his chest, deliberately letting her slit, still slick with vaginal fluids, sit on his stomach.
“Ahh, I’ve wanted to do that since our first night together” again the flanged, oddly pleasant voice came from her jaws instead of a chirp; and Scree lifted his head, looking down into her amused face.

“Y-you’ve learnt to talk!” Scree stammered, slightly bug-eyed with amazement; Ria snorted with laughter, a jet of orange flame shooting from her nostrils
“Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve always spoken; clearly you’re finally starting to understand me” Scree lifted an eyebrow doubtfully, in response the dragoness stood up and walked off his chest to let him up and get dressed. As the pair walked into the corridor and Wren appeared to greet Scree Ria blew a puff of flame and called up to the guard, speaking instead of her usual chirps
“Hey, hands of Scree he’s mine now!” Scree stared down at her in astonishment, a faint blush tinting his cheeks at her words. Wren followed his gaze, staring at the pearly white dragon for a moment before continuing.
“What? She chirps like that every morning Scree, it’s nothing new”
“But, wai-what?” Scree blinked, looking between both females in confusion.
“I’ll catch you later my cute king” Ria cocked her head in a semblance of a sly smile, before turning and walking down the corridor; her slowly undulating tail a clear indication of happiness, though at Scree’s confusion or his new understanding the emperor didn’t know.
“Emperor, not king” he sighed at the common mistake and turned to follow Wren – already explaining the day’s timetable as she moved off – in the opposite direction.

Over the next few days both dragon and emperor grew happier. Scree started to accept her as a sentient being more readily, and spoke to her as an equal – lover in private; and stopped seeing her as an intelligent pet; over time she told him about herself, the dull two hundred and eighty nine years of life before she came to the castle.
“No Scree, I like Ria and I’m keeping it!” The dragoness snapped once again at the table before gulping down a whole sausage.
“But it isn’t your name! I’d much rather call you what you’re parents named you” he tried once more to coax her into telling him her original name.
“I don’t care, you named me Ria so Ria I shall be!” she blew a jet of flame over her food, heating a portion to near-glowing temperatures before snapping it up and swallowing it; Scree watched the glow move down her throat and slowly fade once in her belly, and tried to ignore the tingling in his loins. He opened his mouth to try again and caught himself, then looked up at the others at the table having suddenly remembered he and Ria weren’t alone.
“Milord? Are you well?” The half a dozen faces seated before him were a mixture of worry and, on Wren’s part, astonishment.
“Were you….talking, to her?” Wren asked. Scree blinked repeatedly, thinking quickly
“I-uh y-yes. S-she’s intelligent after all. It would be cruel to treat her as simply as a cat” He gave a cautious half-smile as the worried frowns deepened.
“Oh just tell them you can understand me you daft boy!”
“See? She does respond, even if none of us know exactly what she’s saying” Scree’s response seemed to placate his advisors and Wren, who returned to eating; Ria fixed him with a despairing glance and he watched as the tip of her grey tongue slid out over the tip of the latest sausage halfway down her gullet, and pulled it all the way into her mouth.
Despite his excuses rumours began to circulate in the castle first that Emperor Scree was falling ill or insane and eventually something closer to the truth began to emerge; that perhaps their ruler was gaining the gift of ‘Dracoloqui’, the ability to converse with dragons.
Throughout this Ria and Scree’s nightly and morning sex continued, the dragoness finally large enough to fulfil the desire she claimed to have held since arrival and took every opportunity to sink herself, groaning and hissing with desire, onto his length. Replacing his cum in her belly with extra rodents, a sight that never failed to arouse Scree; noticing this Ria seemed to delight in teasing him with her squirming, squishy belly and frequently wandered into one of his meeting with a stomach full of several live rats, often leaping up to sit heavily on his lap and watch as he tried to maintain composure.

Three months after her arrival, and Scree had all but given up hiding his acquired linguistics, and frequently chatted with the dog-sized dragoness, who – to bystanders at least – chirped back happily. Along with her size Ria had grown slightly chubbier, and her fire breath had apparently grown hotter in proportion; while she could still wake Scree with a puff of heated air, the white dragoness was now capable of melting soft metals and seemingly took delight in disrupting the local jeweller, waiting until he crafted a ring and then melting it when he turned to pick up a gemstone. It was shortly after one of these disruptions that Scree discovered Ria was apparently completely fireproof.
“What did you do!” Scree stormed into the jeweller’s forge, slamming open the wooden door so hard it shattered
“I-I’m sorry m-milord” The jeweller was already on his knees, anticipating the emperor’s arrival and grovelling, tears streaming down his face in obvious fear of his life “S-sh-she melt-ed m-my r-r-ring ag-again an-d I j-ju-st l-lost i-it” he raised an arm and pointed at the glowing red maw of the furnace “I-I t-threw h-her in!”
Scree just stood jaw agape, numb with horror as the realisation of what was said hit him. His lover, that beautiful, voracious dragon; was gone.
“Scree?” He blinked at his name, and the jeweller and Wren turned to face the forge at the bright chirp. The dragoness leaped from the heart of the furnace and perched on the glowing metal rim with a large lump of white-hot coal held between her teeth; moments later the coal was just a lump in her throat as she jumped down to the floor, whole body glowing with heat.
“O-o-oh th-thank g-god! S-she’s a-alive!” the jeweller fell back against his table, crying with unadulterated relief.
“Ria! I thought you’d died!” Scree bent down to pick her up, and jerked his hands back in pain a moment later.
“Too hot to handle cutey?” She smiled innocently up at him “Well what did you expect from someone who’s spent half an hour in a furnace?”  She hiccupped and burped up a small cloud of ash, coupled with a rocky grumble from her belly. Scree looked closer and noticed her swollen middle had a distinctly lumpy look to it; Ria noticed him looking.
“What? I was hungry and besides, it gave me a chance to tease him” she turned and walked up to the jeweller who looked at her warily. Without warning she blew a reasonably cool ball of fire into his face that set his beard and eyebrows alight “That was for throwing me in!” turning she walked slowly past Scree and Wren, both humans stepping well clear of the still glowing dragon; once in the hallway she called over her shoulder “It’s a good job all those rocks are going to burn to nothing, I got lots of them quite…sticky” leaving Scree to desperately think of something unsexy and watch her burning-coal filled stomach, fervently hoping she hadn’t eaten anything alive just before bothering the jeweller.
The man finally managed to put out his beard – now much smaller than before – and stood up, facing the man who might have him executed. Scree looked at his tear-streaked face and held up a hand before the jeweller could continue grovelling
“No harm done Mr Sartoen, and besides which, she was goading you into doing it” Scree turned on his heels and left the forgery with a smile, leaving the jeweller to regain compose, ponder his master’s odd choice of words, and wonder if a dragon really had just tricked him into throwing her into a furnace. The sex that night was interesting to say the least; by nightfall most of the coal had been crumbled down into rubble and mixed with other food she’d snacked on since her forge bath, however she was still warm to touch and the coal had lost little of their heat. The result was that Scree had the impression of fucking a slick and sticky hot water bottle; and once they were finished she curled up on his chest, her added heat making him sweat as he drifted into the world of dreams.

The next day was the first time Scree needed to leave the castle since Ria arrived, and he brought it up as he dressed in the morning.
“I need to leave today, I’m having dinner with one of the Lord’s” Ria’s eyes brightened at the thought of dinner, and Scree simply smiled, giving her a soft kiss on the top of the head and continued “I can instruct the cooks to provide you with food whenever you like while I’m away?” Ria laughed, a distorted yet somehow entrancingly sweet sound.
“Stay here? Are you mad? I’m not letting you out of my sight Scree. What if you fall for some other dragoness over there?” she pounced at him, forcing him to bring both arms up to catch her, and licked the bottom of his chin.
“Someone as beautiful as you? Never!” Scree smiled, holding her warmth close “alright, you can come. But try not to make me look insane”
In the stables Wren and a few other guards loaded up half a dozen horses and waited as Scree lifted Ria up to the horse’s back, where she waited for him to sit and then moved to rest her nethers on his lap and hook her tail around his waist for balance. Only Wren seemed to notice Scree’s sudden blush, and she didn’t say anything.
“Go silly pony” Ria called out when everyone had mounted, Scree smiled and nudged the horse pulling ahead and leading the others out of the stable, out of the castle and towards Lord Yun. Scree led the way, Wren and his extended guard following; his protectors became nothing more than tradition years ago but the emperor didn’t have the heart to fire so many people, and was too modest to admit there was no being he couldn’t defeat single-handed in battle.
After a few minutes gentle riding, Wren pulled upside Scree and spoke to him briefly, before picking up speed and galloping ahead to warn Lord Yun of the additional guest. Even so, the gaunt giant of a man blinked and seemed lost for words as the pale wyrm jumped down from the emperor’s horse and walked at Scree’s side towards him.
“Uh, Milord. How good of you to come, err right this way please?”  Scree smiled and walked past Yun, already knowing where to go; he paused and rested a hand amiably on the old man’s arm
“Michael, don’t worry. She’s perfectly harmless” as Scree entered the large house; he called over his shoulder as an afterthought “unless you’re a mouse” and laughed as he entered the well-lit interior.

The day went much as expected, Scree and Michael Yun spoke of times gone past, of future ventures and the current state of things; Ria prowled the house and stole several mice throughout the day – all much, much smaller than the castle’s – as well as blowing warm gusts of air at people. Even Yun laughed when she blew a cloud of flame at the maid, singeing the bottom of her dress; although he found her less amusing when she suddenly leapt onto his chest and swallowed his entire index finger in an attempt to steal the valuable ring fastened around it. Dinner went much as Scree expected as well, he smiled faintly as he friend watched the dragoness in astonishment as she devoured an enormous quantity of food, almost as much as the emperor himself ate.
“Thank you old friend, I know I must come by obligation; but each visit is an occasion I look forward to” Scree smiled warmly at Michael
“As do I milord, although I suspect the cook disagrees with us” Yun chuckled at his own joke and both men turned to look at Ria, who had discovered one of the household cats who, after a moment staring at the creature almost twice as large as itself, padded up to the dragoness and nuzzled against her in a friendly manner
“That is quite a creature you have come to possess, I’ve seen pictures before, but never so small and…”
“Beautiful?” Scree finished. Yun nodded sagely and his younger companion smiled “She is astonishingly intelligent, sometimes I think she knows what I’m thinking before even I do” Yun gave the emperor a sly sideways glance, detecting the hint of desire in Scree’s voice. The tiniest flicker in Scree’s eyes gave away his embarrassment, and he called to the dragoness.
“Ria, we’re leaving now, I’ll meet you by the horse” With that he said a final goodbye to Yun, and left the room; his guards trickling along behind him with Wren giving a small wave to the Lord and bringing up the rear.
Almost as soon as Wren stepped from the room the cat gave an almighty wail followed by a strangely muffled hiss. Yun’s head snapped round and he gasped as Ria’s lips touched the floor, around his cat; moments later she brought her jaws together and visibly swallowed, sending a large bulge inching down her throat accompanied by a wet *Gluck*. Ria walked over to Yun – the cat’s tail protruding from her lips and flicking frantically. She stopped in front of him and opened her mouth wide, letting him see the slick, fleshy walls of her throat squeezing around the hind leg and tail of his cat. She didn’t even need to swallow now, and simply stood there letting gravity drag the feline down the slippery, stretchy tunnel of Ria’s throat. The dragoness remained stood still until she felt the fluffy tip of the cat’s tail matted down by her tight throat, when she closed her mouth and licked her lips almost as if to taunt him.
Wren heard the noises and stuck her head back around the corner in time to catch Ria licking her lips and eyeing the Lord.
“Is everything ok sir?”
“No! that monster just swallowed my cat!” Wren looked worried and walked into the room, noticing the dragon’s visible shaking stomach, muffled yowls and hisses coming from it.
“Ria, let the cat out! That’s cruel!” Wren, a cat lover, was almost screaming. When the dragoness simply glared at her Wren’s shoulders sagged, she knew Ria would never give up a meal
“I’m sorry sir, but unless you want to put an arm down her throat your cat is nothing but dragon-food” on cue Ria opened her mouth wide and watched Yun expectantly, when the ashen-faced old man didn’t move she closed her mouth slowly, pressing her lips together in something of a sigh and wandered from the room, carrying the muffled yowls with her.
Scree soon found out – later that night in fact, when the cat continued to struggle during their love-making – and wasn’t very bothered “She’s a growing woman” he reasoned. Still, he did fix every personal pet with a visible collar and began to buy dozens of cats and small dogs, releasing them into the castle and instructing Ria she was free to eat them but to please leave the collared pets alone. It worked, for the most part – four or five people complained weekly that their pet had vanished, and the animal very rarely returned. Ria continued to grow, and within a few short months she stretched almost five feet nose to tail tip, and stood a good three feet off the ground – four if she stretched her neck up.

“Ria?” Scree asked one day as Wren locked them in during the night, he was sure she knew of their frequent and often loud sexual encounters, but his childhood friend never mentioned anything.
“Yes cutey?” the dragoness was prowling back and forth on the floor in a predatory fashion, undressing Scree with her eyes even as he physically stripped, and waiting for him to climb onto the bed before leaping up beside him.
“You’ve been here for over six months, but I’ve never seen you crap” He blushes slightly, trying to find the right words and Ria puts a small paw on his chest, eyeing him with a smirk
“Oh? You’re into that are you?”
“N-no! That, that’s not what I meant. I mean, no one else has either, and nobody’s ever cleaned up after you. I guess I’m trying to ask, do you even do that?” Ria’s smile grew, showing a tiny glimpse of her blunt white teeth and she climbed onto her lover. Facing his feet she put her front paws on his inner thighs – close to a slowly hardening erection – and pressed her hind feet on either shoulder, giving him a perfect view of her crotch – framed by slightly chubby thighs.
“Well, what do you see Scree?” Ria’s flanged voice, growing slightly deeper with size, but no less beautiful snapped Scree from his trance and he quickly looked up from the thick black line edged in puffy flesh that was her slit. Sure enough where a normal animal’s tail hole should be, Ria had nothing; he reached up and gently pushed and rubbed at the base of her tail, wondering if it was concealed, but found nothing and only made Ria sigh happily and wriggle her hips
“Mmm, while you’re down there…” Before Scree could ask what she meant, the ivory dragoness bent her knees, bringing her crotch down and pressing her moist slit against his face; her tail coiled around the back of his head and pushed it roughly into her groin. The last thing Scree thought before cool, clawed fingers gripped his cock and a cool, slick tongue flicked at his testes was that apparently Ria’s body was designed to let nothing except fire and pussy juices leave; nothing seemed more sensual at that moment as he drove his tongue into her slit, stretching it open and tickling the sensitive flesh just beyond the scaled rim [2]. Now large enough to grip his length with a single hand, Ria focused on keeping his increasingly sticky face pinned against her dripping slit and teasing his cock with her free hand and tongue; she squeezed much tighter than with her tail, and soon Scree had swelled achingly large, bucking against the air and the tip of her tongue in an effort to break from her grip and relieve the pressure. For over an hour she teased and licked and sucked at his throbbing erection, holding him a heartbeat from orgasm for what felt like eternity, his groin screaming for release; sat on his face her nethers twitched and squelched up and down using every raised bump, his nose, chin, tongue to get herself off and, although her couldn’t be sure, Scree thought he felt the rippling shudders of orgasm pass through her body four times before she relaxed her grip and took his entire, astonishingly nine-inch cock into her mouth, smooth tongue licking and wrapping around the twitching length and stuffing it deep into her throat. Moments later he finally came, groaning with release as a flood of thick cum gushed from his loins, straight down her gullet.
“Oh… Oh god, Ria” Scree panted and gasped, his whole body limp from the incredible rush she had coaxed from him “That… that was”
“Shhh cute king” She teased, stepping off his shoulders and turning around, lying atop her exhausted lover; her slowly oozing sex sat on his limp crotch, heat flowing over him in waves as she licked his face gently, taking some of her own cum from him “You taste wonderful, I could just swallow you up..”
“Em-per… or” was all Scree managed to sigh through his exhaustion, before falling asleep. Ria’s tail caught the bed sheet and tugged it up, dexterously covering them both; her tail returned to lie limply along Scree’s legs, and she rested her head in the crook of his neck – where she slept only a few months ago – before drifting to sleep atop him in with the corners of her long mouth turned up in smile.

The next day Scree had to leave on another trip and while he usually let Ria come along, even after the incident at Yun’s, he refused this time.
“No Ria, this is important for preventing war with the Taichowne peoples, and their delegate is an avid pet lover. I know from experience he keeps a dozen cats and dogs, and I’ve heard rumours he keeps more exotic animals as well; lizards, birds and similar” Wren watched in amazement, although she was fully aware both of Scree’s new linguistics and his passion for Ria, it still looked incredible; the emperor Scree, whose borders stretched almost eight days ride edge to edge, conversing with the chirping dragon as though she were another human.
“I’ll be on my best behaviour Scree, I promise!” Ria looked up at the emperor, already astride his horse. Scree paused for a moment, but the look in the dragoness’s eyes told him all he needed, and her inadvertently licking her lips didn’t help.
“That’s why Ria, you’re already thinking of eating them aren’t you?” When she didn’t respond he smiled and spoke softly “It’s only for three days, and I’ve instructed the cooks to give you all the food you want; I’ve even spoken to Sartoen, and he’ll let you jump in the forge if you like” Ria looked up in surprise, normally Scree and the jeweller did all in their power to keep her away from the gold and furnaces. Realising her mistake she quickly contorted her face into a picture of misery, but Scree had already seen the delight; he blew her a kiss and nudged the horse, sending it trotting from the stables.

The trip went almost exactly as Wren predicted; on arrival the delegate bowed before Scree, kissing the floor in front of the emperor before Scree bodily lifted him to his feet, annoyed as always with the unnecessary degree of formality and worship he received. The trio retired to the embassy office, Wren trailing behind and ignoring the dozen heavily muscled men who alternated between subtle catcalls and open threats. Scree and the delegate spoke and attempted to come to an agreement. On the second night a band of rebel Taichowne broke into the embassy and attempted to kill Scree, who once again displayed the prowess that made him a living legend, killing all fifteen with a nearby butter-knife; and on the third night the guards also turned out to be rebels, and died attempting to get past Wren. On the fourth morning the clearly impressed delegate and Scree finally came to an arrangement and a pleased Scree, refreshed with the night’s activities, hopped onto his horse and trotted away. As soon as he was clear of the stable, his thoughts turned once more to Ria, the dragoness filling his dreams and distracting him throughout the entire trip; he missed her, a deep gnawing ache in his heart, and a lesser thought was mild worry for the smaller denizens of his castle, the dragoness by now would probably be big enough to swallow one of the many small children running around – although he liked to think she had more self-control than to devour another sentient being.
Wren pulled up alongside him, the wind blowing her short red hair.
“So? You look brighter than normal” She smiled, watching him from the corner of her eye.
“I should be, they gave us half”
“Half? Of what?” confusion flickered across her eyes, understanding mixed with disbelief
“Half of the entire Tai kingdom, the sphere of Kings are too busy holding off the Quomr to keep ruling over so much, so they’ve handed the half of the kingdom already bordering our lands” he was silent, the trace of a smile creeping onto his lips.
“But, but that’s incredible! That’s almost a third of your land again!” Wren was jubilant, virtually leaping from her saddle in an attempt to hug her lifelong friend, practicality and formality reducing her to simply gripping his upper arm when the horses moved close enough.
“And even better those fights, it’s been awhile since we’ve had the chance to practice” he smiled widely at her, old thoughts drifting unbidden into his mind of a love long ago crushed by duty. Almost immediately the image of Wren, freckled, fiery haired and naked with him transformed into the memory of Ria, her beauty and his longing almost heart-stopping. Wren noticed his sigh and rubbed his arm comfortingly
“You miss her” there was no accusation in her voice, no sadness either, simply a gentle statement of fact from one friend to another.
“More than I care to admit Wren” he spoke quietly and both emperor and guard rode in companionable silence for a while.

As the horses trotted into the castle courtyard Scree’s heart plummeted, Ria was sat on the floor near the entering archway, and grouped behind her were a dozen men and women from various duties in the castle. Thoughts of a hungry Ria and small children once more crowded his mind; but fear turned to confusion as he got closer and saw wonder and amazement in the human’s eyes, rather than the anger and fear he expected.
“Ria…what have you done?” she responded to the cautious voice by sticking her tongue out at him and settling down, sphinx-like, in front of the crowd.
“What did she do?” he addressed the crowd and Mr Sartoen, the jeweller stepped forwards.
“Look, look what she made!” he held up a bracelet, if indeed it could be called such. The inch thick band of what looked like solid gold was long enough to cover most of the forearm, and appeared to be a single strand of metal that had been coiled and looped and knotted to form a near impossibly intricate mesh; embedded, almost completely covered by the gold, were dozens of gemstones, rubies, onyx and sapphires chief among them although Scree also picked out a diamond or two. Each stone seemed to glow with an inner light, as though a firefly had been suspended within each one.
“It’s beautiful…what is it?” Scree didn’t take his eyes from the trinket, but addressed the Jeweller
“I have no idea your highness. All I know is in forty years of experience, I have never seen the likes before; it seems to be a sort of bracer, but I doubt any human could make one that complex” Scree looked up, and Sartoen continued
“She kept stealing nuggets of gold and gems from me. I tried to stop her but in the end I just let her; as far as I know, she’s been making that for the better part of three days, stopped to sleep and…Uhh eat.” He, as did many others, didn’t find her eating methods as tasteful as Scree.
“Before you ask I have no idea how she made such complicated knots or how she made the gems glow like that. All I know if she stole two kilos of gold and a dozen raw gemstones, and made that”
Scree blinked and turned to Ria
“What is this?”
“A welcome home present cutey, try it on” she smiled innocently at him as he dismounted and let Wren lead his horse off to the stables. The bracer was surprisingly light for almost four kilos of materials and somehow Ria had crafted it so perfectly that it slipped smoothly over his hand, yet clasped fast around his arm without slipping. He stood silently for a moment, admiring the stunning craftsmanship
“Thank you Ria…it’s beautiful, you didn’t have t-“ She cut his thanks short with a snort of flame, a laugh that everyone understood, although only Scree understood her say
“Of course I had to; think how much I would have had to eat to keep myself occupied with my favourite man out and about” Scree blushed slightly at the hint of lust in her voice, and quickly changed topics, addressing the Jeweller.
“Let her take whatever she wants from your forgery, clearly she knows what she’s doing with metal” Sartoen opened his mouth to speak, probably to comment of the costs she might create and the emperor quickly lifted a hand, then raised his voice to address everyone present.
“On my recent trip, I have acquired half of the great Taichowne kingdom!” there was a stunned silence for almost a minute; before everyone exploded into cheers and clapping, running away to inform others. Ria stood and walked up to Scree silently, regarding him for a moment. Without warning she opened her mouth and spat a torrent of fire, blue and roaring in its intensity, straight at his chest; immediately the upper half of Scree vanished in the stream of heat, and the people’s whoops turned to screams. For a full minute she incinerated the emperor, heat becoming so intense that no one could step within a dozen feet of her. As quickly as she started Ria snapped her jaws shut, cutting off the metal-melting stream of flame; the air continued to shimmer from the heat, and the courtyard stones glowed beneath their feet, but Scree was completely unharmed. He stared in shock down at the white dragoness, unmoving, before gingerly lifting a hand to touch his chest; his top had been obliterated and his shoes turned to ash on his feet and his trousers were singed almost to the knee, but his body was completely unharmed. Already the female bystanders had got over their shock and were suddenly realising their emperor was half-naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. Scree felt eyes roaming over his muscled torso, and was suddenly extremely thankful that his trousers had mostly survived.
“why did you do that?” all worry and anger was gone, his question borne purely from curiosity
“Well, how else was I supposed to show you what it did?” Ria’s enigmatic response prompted him to look at the bracer she gave him, and noticed the glow in the centre of the gems had grown to fill almost the entire thing, but were slowly dwindling back down to a tiny point.
“Ohh goddess you look delicious cutey, I could just jump you right now!” she licked her lips and Scree gave a short laugh, blushed heavily and looked at her, the dragoness’s tail tip was twitching as it did when she stalked something, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure she was joking. Turning away quickly he walked towards his personal guards – Wren still tending the horses – that were loitering a short distance away from the glowing flagstones
“Go take Ria to the kitchens, see if you can find her something nice as a reward….just try to remember she isn’t a dog” he addressed one of the guards, before stating “Will someone please get rid of those women” he nodded towards the growing crowd of women trying to edge closer to the semi-naked emperor “And get me a new shirt?”.

A few hours later the sun had set and Ria and Scree were both locked into their room; no sooner had Scree taken off his clothes, placed her remarkable gift on a table and sat on the bed than the dragoness pounced on him, leaping from the doorway and knocking into him with enough force to push him onto his back. She sat on his chest and stared lustfully down at him before her head dived down, lips meeting in a passionate, needful, longing kiss that seemed to last an eternity. He vaguely felt the sticky, burning heat of her loins pressing against his stomach; a familiar, arousing sensation, yet somehow different, a little odd. The pair finally broke for air and Ria gently rocked her hips, slowly, sensually sliding herself down his chest towards his groin, erection already standing proud. Something made the pale beauty freeze and she looked up at Scree
“What’s wrong love?” Scree stroked her hard, smooth scaled head.
“I…need your help with something first” Without explaining she stood and turned around, putting her rear feet either side of his chest
“What th-. Ria! What did you do?!” Scree gazed in shock, finally discovering what the oddness he felt earlier was. Poking out of her clenched, drooling slit was a weakly twitching rat’s tail.
“What did you expect me to do? You left me alone and in need for four days! I found something to amuse myself with” She glanced down and noticed with a smirk Scree’s erection was as large and throbbing as ever, clearly he was more than a little turned on at the sight of a rat almost entirely stuffed into her dripping nethers. She gently played with his cock and called over her shoulder
“I can’t reach down to get it out, could you…” She left the question hanging, opting instead to dip her head and suck on the tip of his member.

Scree reached up with wide eyes, slowly stroking his hands over her tail and inner thighs, trying to tease her as much as she did he; his fingers slid closer and closer, soon brushing through the sticky oily fluids smeared over her groin, and took a gently grip of the thickest visible part of the rat’s tail. He pulled softly, with increasing force and the slowly, millimetre by millimetre more of the rat’s tail, slick with Ria’s juices,  started to slide out; every few centimetres her pussy would clench tightly as if unwilling to let its catch go, but he slowly managed to extract the sticky rodent. He watched with love-struck awe, almost unregistering her lips on his length, as the flesh around her sex bulged out slightly moments before the tightly closed slit started to spread wider around the hindquarters of the rat. With a thick *squortch* her cunny suddenly gave up the poor creature, the foot-and-a-half rat slopping wetly from her nethers and splatting limply onto his chest as Ria groaned happily around Scree’s cock; the rat lay motionless for a moment, before realising it was no longer crushed and squeezed on all sides. In a blind terror it rose to its feet, dripping with thick fluids collected from deep within the dragon’s loins, and dashed away, running straight up alongside her; The rat passed her shoulders and Scree groaned lightly as his saliva-slicked cock was released from the warmth of her mouth. Moments later the rat gave a frightened squeak as Ria’s head darted forwards and snapped it up mid-run, the squeaks suddenly grew faint and muffled as Ria gulped down the smaller rodent, packing it into another small hole within her body. Scree’s whole body shuddered, the feeling of his lover atop him, the sight he just witnessed, the muffled squeaks and Ria’s ministrations on his throbbing erection almost too much to bear; Ria gave a light giggle and quickly gripped the base of his cock, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp and preventing him from cumming. The moment slowly passed and his euphoria dropped slowly away from orgasm-point.
 The white dragoness turned and gave him a sly smile, her lips dripping with saliva and her own sexual fluids.
“Scree…that wasn’t the only one”  she wiggled her hips enticingly in front of his face, and Scree stared at her without understanding until his gaze flicked to her nethers, realisation setting in as he stared at the slimey, slick slit, a tightly shut black line amid white scales, and tried to imagine another rat nestled within.
“You going to fish it out or what?” she said after a moment, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his stunned silence; almost on autopilot the emperor lifted a hand and gently pushed at her slit with two fingers. The soft flesh parted easily at the lightest pressure, accepting his fingertips into the slick, velvety depths; humid heat roiling out over his hands in waves, the sensation was somehow both painfully enticing, and distinctly uncomfortable leaving Scree to both envy and pity whatever else was trapped within. The dragoness groaned and pushed back gently, inviting him deeper and swallowing his fingers to the knuckle; the emperor wiggled around and coaxed another moan from Ria, but didn’t feel anything. Pulling back he slid his fluid-slicked fingers halfway out, enough to line up a third and pushed back in slowly; his mind drifting to simply pleasuring Ria, wiggling his fingers and tickling against the soft, giving flesh within, feeling the hot folds part and squeeze around his fingers seemingly without end. He added a fourth finger, then his thumb, tucking the opposable appendage into his palm and creating a sort of wedge with his hand. Still moving gently and slowly, needlessly as her slit stretched effortlessly to devourer his fingers time and time again; he watched, enraptured, as her slicked scaled lips stretched wider and wider, fitting snugly over his fingers before cresting his knuckles and starting to squeeze together again down the increasingly narrow part of his hand. Soon her lips settled wetly around his wrist, immersing his whole hand in the sticky heat of her cunny; he slowly opened his hand experimentally, pushing against the thick, clenching flesh and listening to the muffled squishing just barely audible below her low groans of delight. Her velvety walls twitched and clenched, constantly threatening to push his fingers back together as he slid and rubbed against the smooth flesh, feeling his way slowly deeper and deeper into the depths of Ria’s loins. Her thick tail was cocked into the air and both front paws clenched tightly onto his thighs making Scree thankful she wasn’t thinking about his own throbbing loins at the moment. Her pussy clenched and rippled around his hand, holding him tight and trying to pull him deeper at the same time; Scree moved with her body’s wants, sliding his hand a little deeper alongside the thick, squelching clenches and spreading his fingers to rub and tease the sensitive flesh as she tightened around him, sticky fluids oozing from her slit and trickling down his arm. With less than an inch of his forearm remaining his fingers brushed the bottom of her pussy and he smiled, just as he thought all along, there was no other rat, just a very horny dragoness exploring a new kink. He felt around blindly, wondering if the groaning dragoness had a cervix, and suddenly the base of her sex moved; feeling around in shock he realised he was touching the cum-slicked, matted fur of the second rat forced almost irretrievably deep into her nethers, somehow the unlucky creature – although a part of Scree’s mind still envied the rodent – had been given enough warm, sex-scented air to remain alive and conscious, trapped all the way down inside the draconic woman.
He pushed deeper, encouraged along by her twitching loins, and buried his arm fully to the elbow in her dripping, burning sex and spread his fingers wide around the weakly struggling rat; he started to pull out, trying to ignore the arousing sounds of her squelching sex and groaned pants of pleasure. Almost immediately the rat found a second wind and started to squirm frantically against the smothering walls and Scree’s hands, sparking a newly powerful wave of clenches and a rush of new fluids; the emperor still managed to keep his hold on the rodent until Ria’s lips spread and revealed the sticky bulge of his wrist bone when a needy clench – that felt almost intentional to him – timed perfectly with a frantic buck from the rat pulled the rodent from his grip and, with a heavily muffled and wet squeak, Ria’s clenching cunny dragged the struggling creature deeper, back into her depths. Once again, faster than before, Scree pushed his already slippery forearm deep into her sex and grabbed the newly thrashing rat; with a stronger grip than before he finally managed to pull the sodden, sticky rodent from his lover’s needy loins. A gush of deep fluids, hotter and stickier than what covered her lips, was dragged out alongside the rat, splattering down onto Scree’s already soaked chest; with a drawn out sigh of pleasure, Ria turned around to face him and licks her lips, eyeing the limp, gasping rodent before opening her mouth a little, the implication clear. Too caught up in the moment to do anything but gaze with love at the dragoness, Scree moved his hand towards her mouth, gently placing the exhausted rat’s head on her tongue and pushing the slick rodent back, sliding it along her tongue and watching the delight in Ria’s eyes at the taste of herself mingled with its fur; he watched, too horny to grow more aroused, as the rat pushed feebly at the soft, saliva coated flesh of her mouth, unable to even slow its progress as Scree gently pushed its head into the welcoming tube of her throat. She closed her lips around the rat’s waist and let Scree’s arms drop down to her shoulders; with an impish wink, she sucked the rat deeper, dragging its sticky, slippery body between her lips like a long, fat piece of spaghetti, in a few audible gulps the tip of its tail vanished and the slight bulge moved effortlessly down her throat to join the other in her belly; pussy fluids smeared thick and clear all over Ria’s mouth, as she smiles and sits down on Scree’s groin, hard. Despite having just stuffed his entire arm inside, her sex was still somehow incredibly tight, and the single heavy thrust downwards is enough to push both man and dragoness over the edge; both gasping their pleasure and lust into the night as his erection, close to orgasm for so long, finally throbs and pulses, releasing into her clenching, rippling sex; the peristaltic contractions quickly sucking every drop his length gives deep into her body. Without lifting off she placed her front paws just above his shoulders and leans down for a kiss, lying atop him as she smeared the fluids from her lips all over his face as they kiss, the flavour of her sex overwhelming the taste of one another’s lips and both lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning both were sticky almost beyond recognition – Scree almost looked as though he had dived into her sex – and smelt strongly of sex. Blushing heavily, Scree followed his lover into the next room, silently attempting to clean themselves up before letting Wren know they were up.
Later that day Scree and Ria walked through the training grounds, enjoying the sunshine and each other’s company; the pair stopped at the outside of Wren’s training ring, as usual Scree’s personal guard was battling nine opponents and barely breaking a sweat. As she finished up, Scree stepped into the ring and walked towards her; still on alert, she automatically spun and swung at him in a lethal strike. The blade hit his forearm, the one that last night spent so long squirming deep within Ria, and shattered on impact without leaving so much as a scratch; Wren’s face contorted from horror of the impending, into confusion as the sturdy blade shattered against his skin
“Wh-what the?” She started, before suddenly remembering what she just did and quickly dropping to one knee, head bowed “Milord, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise it was you!”
Scree muttered something about it being ok, as he examined his arm, glancing in disbelief at the metal shards scattered around him. He turned as Ria walked proudly up beside him
“Is this your doing?” he gave his forearm a discreet sniff, but didn’t pick up up any lingering traces of the dragon’s fluids
“Well of course, I couldn’t very well let you go and get hurt now could I?” Ria lifted a claw and scratched his arm, leaving a small nick in the skin “I can still have my bit of fun with you though”.

The months passed in a blur of passionate lovemaking and everyday activities. Ria made numerous trinkets, and over time Sartoen even managed to pick up a trick or two; although never able to rival her prowess he instead continued to make the items necessary for daily life, while many of the dragoness’ baubles sold for a Lord’s annual salary – though none were as intricate or magical as Scree’s bracer. 
A few nights after Wren’s accident in the fighting ring, Ria spent the entire night rubbing her groin all over Scree, smearing his whole body in her sexual fluids; and despite claiming its permanent the dragoness insisted on drenching him in her fluids every few days, just in case she missed a spot before, although her groans of pleasure and the real reason behind sliding herself over him are not lost on the emperor who grew to love Ria more and more with each passing day. Scree’s already legendary reputation grows further as rumours of his Dracoloqui and apparent invulnerability spread, and soon his Lords and Ladies, as well as rulers of lands near and far virtually compete for the honour of Scree’s company, even with the growing cost of providing for his dragon and the risk such a visit brings on any household pets or even jewellery Ria took a fancy to.
Frequently Ria persuaded her lover to reach deep into herself, claiming she accidentally got yet another poor animal stuck; and although her enjoyment is always obvious, she never climaxed from his fisting, and she never let on there’s something inside her until she wanted it out – even when the cook’s dog spent almost a week inside, Ria never so much as gasped in pleasure; in fact her and Scree had sex frequently and he had put the disappearance down to her stomach before she finally told him – and before long Scree realised it was Ria’s version of foreplay.

And of course, Ria grew. She devoured anything and everything, animals, jewels – to Mr Sartoen’s annoyance – even simple stone. By the end of her second year with Scree, Ria stretched almost fifteen feet nose to tail, and reached Scree’s shoulder when she walked beside him.

Scree woke suddenly in the middle of the night disorientated and fuzz-headed, unsure of what disturbed him; almost immediately he noticed the absence of Ria’s warm body on and around him, a relief and at the same time a worry, she never slept anywhere but atop him, despite her growing weight becoming nearly unbearable. He swung his legs out of bed and pulled on some loose clothing, aware of an abnormal draft and muffled conversation; the fog of sleep started to clear and he picked out the deeper tones of Ria’s voice, moments before a human scream. Scree rushed from the room, out of the oddly open door and saw the dragoness facing away from him, her head lifted slightly as she made thick gulping noises.
“Ria….what are you doing?” He asked cautiously, slowly walking around to face her
“Scree! Oh god, help me!” Wren’s voice draws him into a run, and his worst fears are confirmed when he saw Ria’s wide open mouth with his guard’s head nestled inside, her arms reaching up and desperately clinging onto the dragon’s jaws.
“Spit her out! Ria no! Don’t  eat her, spit her out now!” In response she reached forwards and grabbed him, pulling him forwards and rearing back slightly as she shuffled forwards to meet him; he pushed uselessly against her soft, round belly, feeling the familiar sticky wetness as she grinds against him in an attempt to distract him with sex
“Scree...” Wren cries out, the terror in her voice clear as she attempted to beg for help again, but another powerful swallow contracted the thick, tubular throat and her voice turned into a wet muffle as the bulge in Ria’s throat began to sink lower. Scree pushed once more against his lover before the strong, chubby arms overpowered him and forced his face into where a human female’s cleavage would be [3].
Primal lust started to override the knowledge that his lifelong friend was slowly sinking to her death in the belly of his lover, and Scree couldn’t stop himself bucking against her; screaming his painful mix of emotions into her flesh as Ria groaned with lust above him. The sex is brief, somehow seedy and unwanted on the emperor’s part, and he stepped back several feet as soon as Ria released her grip and glared at the large dragoness through tear-stained eyes
“Cough her back up Ria!” his voice was strong and level, deliberately forcing aside all emotion to focus only on retrieving his friend
“No, if you want her back, go get her” Ria lowered her head level with his and stretched her lips wide, as soon as Scree takes a determined step forwards Ria snaps her teeth shut and quickly lifted her head out of reach, looking down at her lover with concern
“I was only joking” She paused and sighed “Look, even if I wanted to let Wren out I couldn’t, I’ve got no gag reflex” Tears poured freely down Scree’s cheeks as he turned and walked back into the bedroom with Ria close behind, her large frame almost too large to fit through the stone arch. She pushed the door shut with her tail and nudged him softly with the tip of her snout
“Why did you do it Ria? Why would you eat another person? Is that all I am to you as well, a snack to be?” Ria looked horrified at the accusation
“Of course not, you’re my mate, I would never eat you I love you!”
“Then why” the emperor’s whole body seemed to go slack in defeat, staring into Ria’s eyes
“I-I saw how you two looked at each other, the love in your eyes…and hers”
“Jealousy?” Scree was astonished “You ate my lifelong friend because you were jealous?” his head dropped and tears fell from his eyes to his lap.
“No, no of course not” Ria’s face was pleading as she tried to find the words to make him understand “But you love her, and now she is in me, a part of me, she is me now, forever” Scree looked up at her with a flicker of understanding. It wasn’t for jealousy or simple hunger, it was love for him that prompted her.
Crying openly he stood and walked to Ria’s swollen middle, somehow feeling even worse as he gazed at her, there wasn’t a trace of a bulge in her stomach, he could almost kid himself Wren wasn’t trapped inside. Scree pressed his hands against the soft flesh, pushing in and speaking into the pale scales in an attempt to reach his friend
“Wren? Wren I’m sorry, there’s nothing we can do, no way to get you out.” Pressing an ear to the dragoness’ cool scales, he heard a muffled slosh and gurgle; then felt something press out beneath his palms as she tried to reach for him
“I told you she was trouble…” The muffled words made Scree smile, Wren didn’t sound too panicked or scared but she suddenly slipped on the slick stomach lining and the faint handprints suddenly vanished for a moment, replaced with thick squelching as she tried to squirm back up to touch Scree
“Oooh!” Ria groaned, her eyes closed briefly in pleasure before she remembered and glanced back “Sorry Scree”.
“I…I love you Wren, I’m so sorry, I should have done something” Scree pressed his tear-stained face against the warm, rounded stomach
“Don’t be sorry Scree, there was nothing you could have done, look at the size of her; and besides which it’s warm and comfortable in here, it’s too dark to see where I am, I can almost pretend I’m being given a massage” Strangely Wren was the composed one, consoling the terrified Scree even as she waited for the inevitable.
Scree held Ria’s belly all night, talking and crying with Wren about their adventures and lives together, the good and the bad. At some point during the night Wren simply stopped responding; Scree continued to talk into the early hours of the day, and Ria didn’t have the heart to stop him until he was almost collapsing, exhausted from tears and stress and fear, when she quickly caught the back of his shirt with her teeth and lifted him up, like a cat carrying her young, and put him back into bed, where he slept for a full day.

That night only served to strengthen Ria and Scree’s relationship, the emperor mourned his loss and gave Wren the funeral pyre and rites of Somno reserved for kings but understood Ria had done what she had purely for love and by the end of the week the pair slept together again, the incident all but forgotten, even if Wren never would be.

With Ria’s steady growth Scree soon needed to move rooms, then remodel entire sections of the castle simply to allow her to move about freely; eventually he gave up a normal bed, opting for mattresses and bedding on the floor so that he and the increasingly tall and increasingly wide dragon. As she grew her body gained more fat, but somehow never enough to quite tip her into looking obese, the layers of fat somehow enhanced her beauty to Scree, and never looked out of place; as much as he loved her, she was simply becoming unsustainable in the castle.

“Milord, the Taichowne citadel would be more than sufficient to house your pet” A low grumble brought the advisor in a sweat and he quickly corrected himself “Err, I mean you’re guest? Ward? Consort?” Ria seemed satisfied with the final option and stopped the wave of hot air aimed at the man’s face.
Scree and Ria sat in the throne room, surrounded by advisors and local lords as they attempted to solve the increasing problem of Ria’s presence. Vast quantities of just about anything vanished down her slick gullet every day and she grew more annoyed as live meals grew rarer, the problem being there simply wasn’t enough horses and cows to feed her as much as she wanted.
“The Taichowne are a powerful people, and the citadel is their pride and joy, to take it we would have to conquer the entire kingdom!”
“Scree, you’re untouchable, and I could simply melt the gates now, we can just walk in and take their building. And that guy is right, I am getting too big to stay in this castle” the advisors closest to Ria shivered at her deep, feminine growls and hisses as she spoke to the emperor
“It’s not that simple Ria, there are people to convince to follow my rule, towns and villages that would rebel; thousands of citizens that must be conquered and brought into line” Ria’s stomach grumbled and several advisors and lords took several steps away from her as she smiled and said 
“They aren’t off the menu are they? Besides my sweet, I have an idea that might make it a little easier” and so it was decided, what remained of Taichowne would be invaded, to better the kingdom – on paper at least. Almost immediately Ria scampered – or rather thundered now, with her new size – from the room and headed down to the outside forgery.
Two days later she unveiled her new creation, a massive tower of wood and metal; it must have weighed more than the dragoness herself but somehow Ria had balanced it so perfectly a child could push it along. The top of the tower fell down, she explained, on top of castle walls; and the spiral of steps inside meant people could run up and onto the walls.

Scree and Ria had sex furiously, almost needingly, that night; both aware it may be a long time before they could lie in each other’s arms again. Ria stretched twice as long as him without including her tail and her slit was a good foot and a half long, easily wide enough to swallow a human whole Scree often found himself thinking; and yet she was still as tight and found as much pleasure in his small seven inch cock as their first night together. Even though she was more than capable of taking – and indeed had, on several occasions –  several large dogs into her pussy and left not a single outward sign of her occupants, Scree never felt inadequate atop her; he hugged her belly and pressed his face against the warmth radiating from her scales, balanced on her soft, almost doughy, groin and thrusting himself against her while Ria did all she could in the situation, lay back and enjoy her lover, clenching and relaxing her slit in an effective effort to tease at him [4]. When they were both spent, his seed sinking deeper and deeper into her voracious loins, Scree crawled up her soft body and lay atop her belly with his head between her forearms – moments later she rolled onto her side, resting one huge arm on his shoulder in an obviously intimate cuddle as the pair drifted into a happy sleep.

The campaign lasted six years.
Even though the Taichowne was less than half its former glory, the people their king had given to Scree almost immediately rebelled and the emperor was forced to start from his old borders, subduing every village, castle and town he came across. The battles were almost daily, and Scree and Ria frequently lead his army into battle. Striding into the fray alongside the mighty dragoness none could stand before them, or even injury them; and often the battle was over when the opposing army realised Ria wasn’t killing them, she was simply eating anyone in her way, swallowing them whole and alive. Despite several dozen armed men thrashing for their lives in her belly, the dragoness never seemed remotely uncomfortable, content to simply swallow more swords and armour and people, often continuing to eat them even after the surrendered to Scree.
After each battle the many dead, always only a few from Scree’s side, were stripped of anything still useful and fed into the bulging belly of the white dragoness, torn metal armour, leather shoes and all. The dragoness would then lift herself up and walk back to the encampment, her massive belly –clearly writhing with so many men struggling among their dead comrades – swaying just inches from the ground as she left to sleep and enjoy her meal. Through the rest of the day Scree and his men would invade the town and clear out anyone who would not accept his rule, often finding more than a hundred who would “rather die than serve scum”  and in the evening every single dissenter was fed to a very happy Ria, who frequently ended up with such a stuffed and stretched belly she could no longer move, and simply held her mouth open while Scree and a guard pushed the screaming citizens inside as they suddenly decided several hours too late that perhaps serving under Scree’s rule wasn’t such a bad thing.
Scree made Ria promise to only eat the dead and the enemy, the dragoness pouted and bickered in vain attempts to find loopholes
“But they’ll be dead once I’ve eaten them” she tried one night
“We don’t need a silly army! I told you, we could conquer everywhere all alone, with just each other for company” was another attempt. And while Scree found the thought appealing, just him and the beautiful behemoth together forever, he recognised the trick and again forbid her from eating his own troops.
Eventually she gave up asking to eat them, and instead asked Scree to let her borrow a few for some fun. Scree vehemently disagreed, however he still received frequent reports; of screams amid lewd squelches and low, pleasurable roars. That in the morning multiple tents would be torn to shreds and several people missing, never to be found. The rumours of course had Ria’s desired effect, frequently forcing Scree to reach inside her, sometimes wriggling almost entirely into her slit in search of the missing people; he never found anyone though, and he suspected that once she was finished she simply ate them, though he could find no evidence.

Village after City after Village after Castle fell before him and his army, their morale boosted continuously by Ria’s simple powerful presence, even if she did feel the need to eat them one by one.  Her creations came in useful time and time again, and she played with more ideas, creating massive crossbows and armoured shells to hide Scree’s troops from fired arrows. Somehow she still managed to create intricate complexities and details as she grew; her massive, thick fingers hands magically able to weave new weapons and shields as well as the metal colossi of war she created. Eventually the conquering lead Scree and Ria to their prize, the towering citadel Vrathnal. The night before invasion Ria wandered around the camp, finally spying Scree sat halfway up one of her siege towers, leaning against the lethal spikes she had designed to penetrate armour.
“Hey cutie, shouldn’t you be in bed?” she smiled, remembering when they slept together every night.
“Yeah, I’m just tired of this war. And I miss being with you Ria” he sighed melancholically and reached out to touch her cool head
“Well there’s nothing stopping you, who cares if your army finds out?” the need was clearly audible in the dragoness’ voice, and he glanced at her noticing the lustful twinkle in her eyes as she looked almost ready to drag him away to bed with her whether he agreed or not
“Tomorrow my love, tomorrow we’ll have our new home” he looks off at the distant glow of the citadel, and is surprised when her head darts forward suddenly, planting a kiss on his lips [5], he returns the kiss and the two lovers stay still for several long minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Ria turned and left for bed, leaving the scent of her arousal and desire lingering on the air and bringing a blush to Scree’s cheeks.

The next day was a massacre; no sooner had Scree set the army marching towards the citadel than Ria picked up speed and took off ahead of the army. She spat a colossal fireball of white flame that sailed the two miles across the plains and smashed into the heavy iron doors; Scree couldn’t see what had happened but from the explosion and distant screams he assumed the fire had melted to door. Arrows and swords bounced off her body as she pushed into the citadel and began to devour everything in sight; humans and horses vanished down her gullet, every single one alive and screaming, but she also swallowed the large crossbows and the boulders that would have been launched from catapults. The entire army vanished into the humid depths of her belly, and even as the citizens tried to surrender she continued to gulp them down, slowing slightly when she realised all the weapons were now trapped inside, prodding pleasantly at the slick, slippery walls of her stomach. By the time Scree arrived, less than a fifth of the citadel’s entire population was left, and not a single horse remained. Ria’s belly was as big as herself, swollen and stretched so tightly entire bodies could be seen pushed against the side and bulging out, their faces a mask of terror in the darkness; and still she dragged herself after the remaining people, chasing them while the screamed surrender.
“Ria! Stop, we’ve won!” Scree yelled, rushing to stand in front of her and save the few remaining people
“Urgh, so.. full” Ria grinned happily at him and stretched her mouth wide, burping contentedly and giving her lover an almost un-concealable erection at the sight of her moist throat flexing and undulating, rivulets of drool vanishing into the clenching tunnel. Ria settled down where she was, resting her entire weight heavily on her belly and forcing it to bulge out even further around her limbs, lumpy and moving constantly with so many people fighting for their lives within the pitch black pit of her inescapable gut. As Scree’s army finally arrived and began to filter through the cities, many paled and baulked at the sight, astonished at the dragon’s capacity and terrified that their emperor had chosen her as a mate.

The next morning Ria awoke and walked back out of the citadel to discover Scree, sat watching the sunrise, she waddled up behind him and stood still her engorged belly pushing out around her legs still but no longer visibly wriggling with its occupants, although she could feel at least a third still moving deep within her. Looking down she reached up with a massive hand and stroked him gently with finger larger than his head [6]
“What’s wrong my cute prince? We have our new home and you control an entire continent!”
“But it isn’t enough is it?” Scree sighed and spoke, without looking up at her “I love you, you are beautiful and intelligent and more than I could ever have hoped for. But I can’t satisfy you, your slit is big enough to hold an entire battalion of men, and you continue to grow; Soon I probably won’t even be able to feed you like you deserve” his voice sounded sad, but tired; clearly the emperor had been thinking about it all night
“Oh don’t be ridiculous!” she poked him with the tip of her claw, drawing blood with the sharp appendage and making Scree jump “You are more than enough man for me; I’ve never wanted anything but you and no one else will ever make me feel the same” She felt him perk up slightly, and lowered her head to kiss him, before whispering “And as for the food, there’s an entire world out there to give me”

And so the last great war began as Scree conquered the world, all for his lover, the serpent Ria. It took almost four decades to bring every single continent and people under his power – and Scree didn’t age a day much to the astonishment of everyone except, unsurprisingly, Ria. Although he insisted to remain emperor or simply Scree, people began to refer to him as the ‘Forever King’; he knew of course, but tried to ignore the impressive sounding name. Ria  eventually discovered she was being called the Eternal Queen, and loved the nickname, proudly teasing Scree that even the people called them King and Queen. Ria grew and grew without stopping, her girth grew as well, but never looked out of place and never hindered her movement until she gorged herself on food, as she did in Vrathnal. True to her word Scree never felt inadequate in the bedroom, somehow her massive slit remained almost painfully tight for him, and even at her gargantuan size she still only came with Scree atop her; when she convinced him to switch positions and let her perform orally on him, the experience was always terrifying and exhilarating as well as pleasurable. By the time he was ruler of the entire planet she was so big he simply sat on her tongue and held onto her snout as her impressively dexterous tongue licked over his nethers [7]. The sight down her open mouth, wide enough for a simple misplaced shuffle to send him sliding to his death terrified him and at the same time appealed to him, something in the back of his mind certain that such a trip really wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

For the first few years of his complete dominance the world was in a golden age, the punishment for any crime was a one way trip down Ria’s throat, and without differing factions there simply wasn’t any war. But one by one, starting with the smallest, most innocuous tribes, settlements started to vanish; completely blink from existence leaving only a flora-less patch of ground. People blamed aliens and secretive organisations but the reality was that Scree instructed Ria to make sure there was no evidence of her activities; and so she ate everything, people and animals, stone walls, mud houses and wooden fences, entire villages turned into nothing more than a lumpy bulge for a day. For almost thirty years Scree and Ria ‘visited’ different locations in the Forever King’s domain, leaving emptiness in their wake. By the time she began to consume cities and castles and people finally started to realise what was happening it was too late to mount a defence, and finally Scree walked from the gates of Vrathnal forever, leaving the monstrous giant of a white dragon to destroy and devour everything; by nightfall she walked out and lay down beside him, the world’s largest citadel slowly digesting into pulp and more draconic fat only a few feet beside his head. The next morning Scree was the only human left on the planet.
The pair walked across the world, two lovers content in each other’s arms as Ria slowly devoured the planet itself, gulping down boulders and dirt and trees and the seas, growing ever larger but always conscious of her love.

Epilogue

A fireball streaks through the sky, burning the clouds and boiling the very air as it thunders towards the ground and drew the strange, blue humanoids’ attention. With a cataclysmic boom the meteor ploughs into the ground, throwing up a mushroom cloud of dust and dirt. As the blue-people gather around the crater, a flaming man picks himself up and begins to smother the flames with a hand, on one arm he wears a beautifully carved bracer, resplendent with jewels and carvings of strange, serpent like creatures; and to the embarrassment of the women he stands stark naked, covered in a sheen of sweat from the heat of the fire. He walks up out of the glowing crater and examines the nine foot tall blue aliens with interest, looks around at their buildings, constructed from plant life; in turn they all examine the strange pink creature, many of the adults recognise the musky scent of a female’s loins and blush, trying to conceal their recognition.
“I am Scree, the Forever King, herald of my love the dragoness Ria” he gives a half smile and looks around at the confused faces
“Take me to your Leader”