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A Dragon's Slave Ch. 00

By: GyldenGlor



I cough gently into my shoulder, struggling to keep oxygen in my lungs. I fail as a vicious deluge of coughs and spams find their way out of my chest, wracking my lungs and shaking my rib cage. I go to my knees, searching for a pocket of fresh air somewhere - anywhere. Much to my surprise, I find one, and gratefully gulp down the rich oxygen.

After several moments of regaining my composure, I realize that I'm no longer surrounded by smoke. I stand, able to see my environ in earnest now that my vision is no longer obscured. As I had expected it to be, the castle has fallen into ruin due to disrepair and damage from high temperatures. Cobblestone heaps lay on the floor, some of them still smoldering with heat and fire.

I look around at the tapestries, amazed by their beauty and grace, before I look at the treasure - the endless treasure! If I were a lesser man, I would be stuffing it down my pants and giggling in giddy joy. In any case, even if I were a lesser man, I would never have much use for the stuff anyway - I doubt they take gold in the afterlife.

I search for signs of habitation, and find that I need not look far. In fact, I don't even have to look for signs - I turn about, and find the inhabitant of the treasure trove watching me intently.

"Hello, human."

My heart catches in my throat, my fear palpable and undoubtedly noticed by the creature before me. Its voice continues to echo in my skull, and I find myself unable to identify any sort of discernible features consistent with any gender. I swallow a few times before I manage to barely whisper, "hello".

A lazy smile finds its way onto the reptile's lips. A forked tongue darts at the air from between two black lips, undoubtedly picking up my fear and apprehension. "Well...why have you come?" It begins to move, exiting the mound of treasure in which it had undoubtedly been resting. I gulp as the dragon comes out to stand before me, its eyes bright with amusement and its chest glowing with its internal fire. I feel beads of sweat on my forehead - some of it from the heat of the golden scales that are suspended no more than two feet away from me, and some of it from fear. Most of it from fear.

"I...I cam to see you," I admit, my voice a hoarse whisper as the dragon begins to stand. Within moments, it is at its full height - the equivalent of at least three grown men, with a midsection that is about half as wide.

Its shadow envelopes me, and I have a difficult time of discerning where the shadow begins and ends - its scales are as dark as night, bar its underbelly which is an assortment of soft and bright golds, the brightest of them burning with the intensity of the dragon's fire like a sun amidst the vast blackness of space.

"Oh?" It adopts a mocking tone. "And you have come to bargain with me so I will not hurt your loved ones?" I sense a faint, yet marked, pitch in the dragon's mind-speech that reminds me of my mother's own voice - but the dragons' words are harsh and venomous, rather than loving and kind.

"They're all dead," I respond. "You...you killed them all..." My shoulders slump a bit more as I say it aloud.

"And you have come for vengeance," it assumes. I'm scared by what sounds like boulders tumbling, until I realize that it is the dragon's light chuckling - a light chuckling that shakes the very foundation of the castle. "Truly, this is a pitiful effort - you come wearing the garments of a farmer, and with no weapons...do you expect to outwit me? To use arcane arts upon me?"

"I'm not here for revenge," I sigh, a bitter taste in my mouth as I speak. I've always hated the word revenge, and my denial of it is no exception.

"Oh?" This seems to catch the dragon's interest. It lies upon its stomach, its forelegs crossed and its chin resting on one wrist with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow. "Then, pray tell - what have you come for?"

"I'm here because...because I'm giving up," I announce, dejected and empty. I find my energy leaving me, and my legs begin to shake. "I'm giving up, and...and I knew you would kill me eventually, so I..." I sigh. "I decided that...I at least wanted to see you before I die - before you kill me..." My legs finally give out, the toll of the climb and my impending doom breaking the muscles in two as I fall onto my backside, my gaze directed at the dragon so I can take in as much of its breath-taking appearance as possible. The reptile remains silent as I hang my head in defeat.

"So...go ahead..." A mighty sigh escapes me, one carrying all the weight and emotion of my surrender. "Just...do as you wish..."

Several moments of silence pass - agonizing moments as I wait for my death to finally arrive at the claws of a dragon. Finally, after what seems to be a lifetime, the dragon speaks.

"What is your name, human?"

I don't question it - if the dragon wants to know my name, it wants to know my name, regardless of whether I'm going to die or not. "Peter," I respond, unable to bring myself to look up for fear of what I would see - the gaping maw of the dragon, flames billowing out about to consume me; my death arriving on the cold wings of the night.

"Peter," it repeats. Another silence spans for several moments before the dragon begins to shift. Out of the corner of my eye, I see it raise its head as it speaks again.

"My name is not a name - it is an endowment of meaning in images and sensations, which you cannot convey through any form of language, and which you will not understand with your limited experience. As such, you may refer to me as Nightwing - Nightwing the Dragoness."

I look up, thoroughly confused by the naming, as well as the identification of gender. "Why are you telling me your name?" I ask, a chill running down my spine. "Why bother when..." My voice fades.

"I am going to spare your life," the dragoness announces. "Under one condition."

I remain silent as I wait for the condition to be announced.

"You will live out the remainder of your days as my prisoner, and my slave. I am in need of a human that can travel with me so that I may gain proper sustenance from the cities."

I stare at Nightwing the Dragoness in a profound lack of comprehension. "But...I don't understand...why not just attack the cities?"

"The humans have grown strong," she informs me. "Strong enough to kill dragons - and I dare not risk attacking one of the greater strongholds. Attacking this village was a risk in of itself - if a city had been alerted to my presence, I would undoubtedly be dead by now; slain by the might of one of their so-called 'pneumatic cannons'." She scoffs at the name, clearly disgusted by the sound of it.

"So why do you need me?"

And more importantly, why am I questioning her choice to spare my life? I came here because I gave up, and life wasn't worth living anymore - I might as well live a new life while I can.

"I need you because some human cities will entertain the presence of a dragon." She narrows her gaze. "So long as the dragon is the companion of a human."

I'm about to ask another question when she begins to explain what she means by the term "companion".

"In order to ensure my safety, to all but ourselves I will appear to be a domesticated dragon - one that is devoted to her human compatriot and friend. I will do as you say, and I will not question your orders.

"However, the orders you give me will be my own. I will tell you what to tell me to do, so that it appears as if you are in control. However, you will not be in control - by any means." She emphasizes the final few words, carrying with it a definitive message: you will never be in control of your situation, in the slightest of ways. All decisions you make will be based upon my discretion.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah," I respond, my throat dry and my hands sweating. I'm still fearful of what the dragon holds in store for me, but not as much as when I was going to die - somehow, this seems preferable to death. To be the slave of a dragon would be demeaning, yet somehow it seems to be...distinguished; privileged, even. It seems fanciful, but just being in the presence of a dragon without having my life threatened is a privilege in of itself.

"In that case, I suggest you rest," Nightwing informs me. She moves over to one of her gold piles, and I instinctively cover my ears as gold cascades like a stream, letting out tinkling and clanging loud enough to deafen a giant.

After a bit of digging, and more ear-splitting noise, she pulls out a golden-laced pillow. I'm surprised by how gentle she is with the artifact, and gratefully accept it.

"We will depart tomorrow," she announces, curling up atop a mountain of gold. She begins to sink into it, and I can't help but chuckle lightly at the sight. She cracks open an eye.

"Does that amuse you, human?"

I shake my head. "No, it's the way you're sinking into the gold - you look like a sleeping cat in a pit of quicksand."

She glares at me before snorting derisively. "Do not think that you can jest with me, human. I may have spared your life so that you may be of use to me, but you would do well to remember that I can easily fetch another human." She glares at me. "And that I do not have need for all of your limbs."

I gulp as I nod. "Duly noted..." Sweat trickles down my back, and I rest my head on the pillow in an attempt to comfort myself.

"Good. I will wake you at sunrise, and we will depart immediately."

I nod, and mumble a quick goodnight. I use her name for the first time, and find that it rolls off the tongue well. I smile wistfully, hoping - nay, praying - that it will not be the only positive aspect of this undertaking.

After clearing my mind of all thoughts pertaining to anything that might result in my death, maiming, or injury, I close my eyes and try my best to drift off. Within a half hour, I've fallen asleep.

A Dragon's Slave Ch. 01



My limbs crack and pop, the joints whimpering in protest as I stand from my crouched position. I force myself onto two legs, unfamiliar with the orientation. My inner ear crackles and pops in a sort of calibration, and I feel every disk in my spine sliding into place. I grimace at the sensation, not particularly enjoying it as everything finds it's place.

I open my eyes, and I'm relieved to see that my vision has not changed. I can still see the full spectrum of the world, as well as what intrigued me about the human.

I look down at my new body, and find that I have acquired the sexual attributes of a human female, as well. The ridiculous mammaries hang off of my chest like balloons covered in soft scaled, and my legs and torso join together in a gentle curve that dips into the lightly scaled lips of human genitalia.

I look over my back, smiling as I see that my wings have remained. I flex them and flap them, and look past them towards a slender tail of a respectable length. I move it about, sifting through gold littering the floor of my castle abode. I see two mounds of padding, which I know for a fact protect the iliac crests of the human hip bone. The various dissections I've performed on human specimens will definitely benefit me as I acclimate to this new body.

I turn my attention to the human now, deciding that it's about time for us to depart. I pause for a moment as I observe the spectrum surrounding him once more, still intrigued by what I find.

I can see his intelligence, as if it were leaking from his mind and tainting the world around him. He seems to be just as intelligent as the average elf, despite being a human farm hand. It is one of the main reasons as to why I spared him: the loss of such a mind would be a travesty.

Tearing myself from my musings, I approach the boy and crouch next to him. I shake him, taking note of how my new hands have fingers ending in vicious, yet short, talons. I will have to be cautious with them, lest I damage something important.

"Human," I announce. I cough to the side, my newly stretched, compressed, and reformed vocal cords feeling unnatural and foreign. I clear my throat, and end up coughing up a small amount of excess tissue. Deciding to use this to my advantage, I burn it with a quick spout of flame from my mouth. I find that the organs in charge of protecting my body from the heat are still in order. How do I find that? If they weren't, I would be dead.

Now, finally directing all of my attention to the task at hand, I shake the boy again. "Human; awaken," I order. His eyes snap open, and he looks over me in silence. And then his eyes begin to wander, and a bright blush adorns his cheeks as he turns away. 

"Geeze - put some clothes on, Nightwing," he urges, standing with his back to me.

"You recognize me?"

"You have black scales for skin, yellow eyes, and gold hair - of course I recognize you."

I reach up to find my hair, surprised that I hadn't noticed it yet. I let out a hum of satisfaction at his level of intellect, glad that I chose the right human as a slave.

"What garments would you suggest?"

"I dunno - anything."

"Turn around and look at me, boy." I growl the order, irritated by his insolence. "I am unfamiliar with human garments - I have never had need of them until now."

The boy sighs as he turns, his blush intensifying as he looks me over. His eyes seem to linger for a moment, and he asks me to turn around. I oblige, and he sighs.

"Shit - anything you wear would have to be custom tailored for your wings and tail."

"Of course - but until we can acquire the services of a tailor, we will have to accommodate my form with alterations to available garments.

"And so, I ask you again - what should I wear?" I ask forcefully as I turn once more. The human sighs as he averts his gaze - an irritating habit that I will do well to eliminate.

"I don't think you'll need a bra - your breasts seem like they support themselves, and a bra would probably get in the way of your wings anyway..." He rubs his chin a bit. "You'll need panties - or a thong, so we can put a hole for your tail in the back.

"If you want to wear a blouse or dress, you'll need holes torn in the back of it for your wings and a hole for your tail. If you want to just wear a shirt and pants, we could just cut the back of a shirt and sew cloth strips that can be tied around your back so that you won't have to pull it over your wings. As for the pants, we could just put a hole for the tail, which should be simple enough..."

"I will wear pants, and a shirt. Where shall we retrieve these supplies?"

"At my house - near the edge of the woods, just South of here. My mother had sewing supplies, we can use them. Uh..." He sighs as he runs his hand over his face. "I...I don't want you wearing her undergarments. You can wear mine - the boxers have an opening in them already, you can put your tail through that..."

I nod, and after ensuring that we're ready, we set out for the human's home. I elect to walk rather than fly, so that I can get used to a bipedal stature. I plan to flex my wings, but not until we have descended from the hill my castle rests on - I fear I would be seized by the wind.

Within a few minutes, we reach the edge of the woods and are about to enter to reach his home. I make him halt.

"I will warn you only once - if you attempt to run from me amidst the trees, I will tear your phallus off and make you my eunuch, and you will spend your time as my slave on a leash."

He gulps, and keeps his eyes forward. "I wasn't gonna try to run," he mutters. I say nothing as we delve into the woods.

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Peter

I sigh as I lean against a tree, my stomach aching from lack of dinner and breakfast. Nightwing pauses to observe me.

"Are you well?" She asks. I silently curse her for her feigned concern - after sleeping on the events of yesterday, I've finally realized how stupid I was to go to her castle in the first place, and why being her slave is quite the predicament.

But at this point, I don't really have a choice...

"I'm fine - just hungry," I grumble as I push off the tree and continue walking.

"You have food in your home, no?"

"Hmm," I mutter in consent.

"Then you can eat there - and clothe me immediately after."

I nod, and dare a glance over at her, admiring her body for a moment before I continue walking. Say what you want about her - she's hot as all hell. I'm not about to go into detail, as I don't want to risk getting aroused and having my cock cut off as a result. That wouldn't do well for my self esteem.

"Alright - come in," I announce, pulling my key from my pocket. When I had left for the castle, I took my key with me - a force of habit that comforted me. I never thought I wold use it again, let alone return to the - save for in the belly of a dragon.

I open the door and push my way in. Nightwing follows me in, letting out noises of criticism and observation.

"So, uh...would you like anything to eat?" I enter my kitchen, pulling bread and cold cuts from the cupboards as I prepare a meal for myself.

"I will hunt," she replies. "But you must refresh my memory: where is the small town from here, so I may avoid it and abstain from furthering my connection with this area?"

"Still burnt down," I reply. "As far as I know, no bandits have come to loot it after you destroyed it all."

"Hm." She turns towards my door. "I will be back soon. Do not try to run, or -"

"Or you'll chop my dick off," I interrupt her. "I know. Trust me, I'm not running anytime soon - I've got nowhere to go."

She nods, and leaves the house. I look up as the door closes, and the emptiness of the building starts to close in. I look down at my kitchen counter in silence for a few minutes as I close my eyes and remember what it was like, before...

After I've finished my sandwich, I get a bottle of water from the bucket of ice in the corner and go to my bedroom and get out a pair of boxers that I kept from the city. After sewing some soft cloth into the crest of the back of the boxers in order to ensure Nightwing's comfort, I get out a comfortable shirt and pair of pants. I cut a strip of the shirt off the back, from top to bottom, and repurpose this strip into straps that she can tie behind her back. I attach them temporarily with pins, so that when I actually fit her I can make sure that the straps won't be too long, or too short.

I place the clothes on my bed, and decide that shoes would be worthless - the arched talon on her feet would tear right through the heels.

I get a backpack from underneath my bed - one with buckles and zippers, a true Elven marvel - and pack some clothing into it.

The backpack is of Elven make, which is why it's so modern. And while the Elves have shared some of their technology with us humans, they haven't supplied us with any technology pertaining to weaponry. We've made rudimentary Elven weaponry - such as our pneumatic cannons - but they fear us having power, and won't even construct one of their cities on our continents, lest we catch a glimpse of their technology. 

However, we can buy stuff from them, such as their music and their products, and we can learn from their teachers. In fact, that's where my education comes from - I went to an Elvish school while I lived in Amallhia. I went there for about twenty four years - and I learned about mathematics, biology, physics, anatomy, and more. In fact, I'm more learned than most humans - and I was basically considered an Elf by the headmaster. It makes me proud to have such intellect, and such achievements as my memories. 

And yet, they have never - and will never - share their weaponry. Which means that the only form of self defense I can find for the journey is a hunting knife.

I place the knife in its leather sheath, and a carabiner to attach the sheath to a

loop on the bag.

Next, I pack some food and water, taking care not to perforate the casing on the packets of food.

Once I'm done packing, I slowly make my way to my mother's room. As soon as I walk in, my mood is darkened by twenty Lumens. I sigh as I sit on her bed, as was my habit after we had moved here, about half a year ago.

I look at her empty pillow, and smile. With a deep breath I stand, and move over to her jewelry box. Sorting through the contents, I find her wedding ring, and I shove it into my pocket with a scowl. I'll have to remember to get rid of it.

Next, I look for her favorite necklace, which is a pocket watch that has a cameo of myself as a child in the lid. I smile as I put it in my pocket.

I close the jewelry box, and promptly leave the room. I go into my own room, again, and wait for Nightwing.

When she arrives, I call her into my room, and nearly gag as I see that her talons and mouth are slick with fresh blood, hair, and skin. "You've gotta wash your face off," I inform her. "You look horrible..."

"Do not tell me what to do, human," she growls at me, licking the blood off of her lips.

"Then don't come into my house with blood all over yourself," I retort. "You'll ruin the clothes. Plus, you're going to have to get used to eating human food - if you don't, you won't exactly be accepted into society."

"I know that," she hisses in response. "I just wanted one last hunt."

"Alright." I gesture towards the backyard. "There's a water pump in the back. Wash your hands and face off there, alright?"

Nightwing glares at me and growls, "I told you not to tell me what to do, human. Or have you forgotten that you agreed to be my slave?"

I blink a few times. Amidst thinking of the elves, my mother, the future, and how to best alter these clothes for Nightwing's new form, I actually had forgotten about that huge agreement I had made. In retrospect, I'm wondering whether it was that wise of a decision...

I frown as I look her in the face, finally realizing the full implications of what I've agreed to. "So, when you say that I'm your slave...what do you mean? Because...I'm not in chains or anything, and you've been pretty civil to me, for a slaver. Am I really your slave, in the full sense of the word?"

Nightwing looks me over a few times, and then nods to herself. "Not in the way that humans think of slaves - no, you are not. It is one of the only words that fits your...function for me. Perhaps a more accurate term would be..." She places her hand on her chin, but sighs as she falls short. "No, there is no more accurate term. However, unlike a slave, I trust you to carry out your tasks to the best of your ability, and if you fall short or fail you will not be punished - perhaps reprimanded, but not as severe as humans treat their slaves. But you must always show me respect, or you will be punished."

"Well...that sounds downright pleasant," I respond with a smile, feeling slightly more comfortable. For some reason, knowing that Nightwing has placed any amount of trust in me is...assuring. It makes me feel more like an employee than a slave, which is nice. 

I gesture towards the back yard again, understanding why she was cross with how I addressed her. "So, go ahead and wash up, okay? I'll get everything ready for you while you get ready." I give her a genuine pleasant smile, and she nods in return.

"That was much better. I will return, promptly."

I watch her go, and I begin to giggle for myself. I'm working for a dragon!! Yeah, I'm technically still a slave, seeing as how I can't quit, and if I get fired it's literal, but it's still pretty damn cool. And the pay is pretty good - the assurance of not being killed by a dragon, as well as traveling with a dragon. I feel my optimism from last night returning, and I smile as I welcome it.

A few moments later, Nightwing returns, and I offer her a towel to dry herself with. She obliges, and tosses the towel on the ground. I toss it further away so I don't have to work around it.

"Dress me, slave," she orders.

"I - what? Are...are you sure?"

"Are you questioning me?"

"No, I just...it seems a bit...inappropriate, seeing as how you're..." A blush creeps across my face, and she gives me a flat glare.

"It's just a female body - why do you males obsess over them so? Yes, I am nude; but as far as I'm concerned, it is just a body optimized for social success."

I can't help but laugh at that. "Nightwing, I believe that what you're referring to is known as 'hot'."

"Excuse me?"

"'Hot'. Y'know, attractive?"

She scoffs at me. "Of course - just as a male does, obsessing over appearances."

I shrug as I approach her with a pair of boxers. "Hey, I'm just making observations - it's not my fault if you chose to look like that. I'm just letting you know, so you're not surprised when you see guys staring at you."

Nightwing lets out a sound of disgust. "Just...clothe me already. I'm beginning to understand why human females dislike being exposed so much..."

I smile as I kneel down and ask for her to lift one foot at a time. I gently tug the boxers up her legs, reaching down to fix them when the elastic gets stuck on her scales. When I get to her knees, I have her put her tail through the hole in the back of the boxers - or, rather, in the re-purposed front.

I continue to tug the fabric up, my arousal increasing as I do so. I do my best not to look between her legs, and I blush even more as the boxers get higher, and fixing them has me touching her thighs.

"Sorry," I mutter regretfully. "Just, uh...it might get...sorry..."

"I do not mind," she responds. "It feels quite...pleasant."

Incredulous, I look her right in the eyes. "You do realize why it feels like that, right?"

She narrows her eyes. "What are you referring to...?"

"Uh...that feels good because my hands are on your thighs..." I can't believe she didn't figure this out on her own. "It's sexual, Nightwing. It's sexual stimulation. Humans touch each others' thighs as foreplay."

She blinks a few times, seemingly in deep thought, before letting out a "hmph".

"Very well. Kneel and continue, slave. But be as careful as you can in avoiding my stimulation. You do not have permission to touch me in such a manner.

Everything is going well, until I'm nearly done. Nightwing places her hand on my head, firmly and coldly. I cringe, and slowly look up.

"Why did you..." I stop as I see that she's slowly playing with a nipple, tilting it back and forth in a calm manner.

"I've thought of a new job for you, slave," she announces softly, a wicked grin playing across her lips.

I gulp, and yet my penis can't help but poke its head up in curiosity. "What?"

"To pleasure me," she hisses, her sharp teeth gleaming as she grins. "To touch me when I so desire it."

"But I-"

"I have found that this body is sensitive, slave. And I wish to enjoy it. And so I decided to use my slave to do so - who better but a human to service the human body?"

I feel scared for a moment, and yet I feel incredibly aroused. Basically, she wants me to be her sex slave - which doesn't sound so bad, actually...

Now that I have permission, I quickly take in what I, ah...what I have to work with. In her human form, Nightwing has legs that aren't too long, and yet aren't too short, and have a firm thickness in the thighs that makes them even more hot. Her legs end in one amazing, well...I can't think of what to call it other than, pure and simple, an ass. It is an ass, in all senses of the word: a beautiful, round, somewhat perky ass that looks like it could fill out any pair of pants in the world.

Her vagina is covered in small scales, so I can't really see anything, but I can tell that she's getting aroused by the idea of using me to pleasure her, as the scales around her pussy lips are turning gold - an indicator of internal heat, much like in her dragon form.

Her hips are perfect, and lead into a slender waist that gives her an hourglass figure with very smooth and lustful curves. The breast above these curves are plentiful and look rather firm, as they don't sag despite the lack of a bra.

Lastly, there's her face. It looks both reptilian and human in nature, which compiles into a beautiful caricature of simple perfection. Her hair flows from her scalp and gives her face a beautiful backdrop, accentuating her golden eyes.

"Any questions?" She asks me.

I remain speechless.

"Good. Then continue to clothe me, slave, and when you do, make sure that you rub every part of my body that is sensitive, except for my genitalia - to see if you are competent enough." She smirks as she uses her talons to rip apart the underwear. "And you can start by putting on my boxers."

I gulp and, not wanting to disappoint her, fetch another pair of boxers and sew new padding into the back for her protection. I get her to put her feet in, pull the boxers up to her knees, and get her tail through the hole once more. I look up at her in caution before I begin to pull the boxers past her knees - and I begin to pleasure her.

I slowly pull the cloth up, gently rubbing her thighs as I do so. I gently kiss the inside of her thighs, watching her face as I do so. She gasps, grasping a breast with a firm hand and rubbing it enthusiastically. I smile to myself as I continue, eventually bringing the cloth up to her hips. I rub her hips, her thighs, and part of her buttocks as I drag up the cloth, and once I'm done I stand and begin to gently massage her rear. She leans into me and drapes her arms around my shoulders, which surprises me - I was expecting her to be more ferocious and demanding, not...tender and malleable.

I run my hands up the sides of her back, gently brushing against her wings as I do. They twitch in response, and she grips me tighter with a small gasp. I can't help but enjoy how cute she's acting.

"I'm going to start with the pants now, alright?" I ask, softly.




A Dragon's Slave Ch. 01



She nods, and immediately takes her arms off of me with a bright blush.

"Y-You'd best...slave..." She says, sounding rather uncommitted. I smile and nod as I get the pants and walk behind her. I place the pants against her rear, rubbing her hips through the boxers as I do so. She squirms a bit, and I smile as I stifle a giggle.

She wasn't kidding when she said that this new body was sensitive...

Once I've marked down where to cut a hole for her tail, and cut said hole, I have Nightwing lie down on the bed. She lays on her back, not even warning me to not tell her what to do as she holds out her legs for the pants - and my treatment. I slowly pull each of the legs over her feet, and then begin to smoothly tug the pants onto her thighs. Once that's done, I stand in between her legs and pull them the rest of the way up, leaning into her and rubbing her thighs and hips the entire time. Once I'm done, my crotch is about one inch from making contact with hers - and if my erect cock were to escape from my pants, they would make contact, with about seven inches to spare. I resist the urge to let the hound loose upon the pussy, and settle on gently rubbing her legs and hips instead. She closes her eyes and makes high-pitches sounds of excitement as my hands go over her scales, the tough ridges gently digging into my hands for pleasurable traction.

Finally, I have her stand, and get behind her. "I'm going to do the shirt now," I whisper into her ear, placing one hand on either of her hips and rubbing up against her. She moans softly as she leans into me, her ass just against my fully erect cock, the fabric swishing together in their futile attempt to contain our lust. "But first...I've got to take some measurements..."

She simply nods, and reaches back to put a hand on my shoulder as I slowly move mine up her body. I stop at her navel and clasp my hands together, holding her in a gentle embrace as I begin to kiss her neck. She gasps and places a hand on mine, now rubbing her ass against my cock with a steady rhythm. I begin to hump against her, the scales of her back gently scraping against my chest in arousing contact. My cock keeps bulging against my clothes, but never making true contact with her beatiful ass - for which I curse our necessity for clothes.

After a few kisses on her neck, I start to move my hands up again, and stop just beneath her breasts, massaging her ribs and occasionally letting a finger brush against one of her beautifully full tits. After a little bit, and once she's panting in earnest, I then raise my hands to envelope both of the huge mounds. She gasps again, her ass picking up pace on my cock as she whimpers lightly. I kiss her on the back of her neck as I reciprocate by picking up the speed of my humping. At the same time, I begin to massage her tits, and hesitate as I feel my cock begin to twitch. I pick up the pace of my massaging, knowing that I'm going to cum relatively soon.

"My...pussy..." Nightwing whispers, surprising me. "You...earned it...slave..."

I take that as a "please" and slide my hand down her chest and into her pants, finding a source of heat and liquid. I raise my eyebrows as I find that her cunt his dripping wet with arousal, and knead her breast a bit more firmly.

Still kissing her neck, and lightly nibbling the scales, I split my fingers apart, pulling her pussy lips with them. After I've done that a few times, I slowly run a finger through the slit, pausing over her pussy hole each time I pass it. Finally, when she's practically humping my hand in an attempt to get my finger in, I slide one finger into her. As soon as it's in, she screams and starts to rub her ass against my cock much more fervently. I pant into her neck, barely able to contain myself as I feel myself about to explode.

"Nightwing, I...I'm gonna cum..." I manage to pant into her neck.

"Do it...cum...cum with me, Peter..." She pants as she tilts her head back, her lips brushing against mine. "Cum with me..."

Unable to restrain myself, I press my lips to hers in a kiss and slide a second finger into her pussy at the same time. Her eyebrows arch and I feel one of her hands on my cheek. I'm about to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation when her other hand leaves my shoulder and worms its way down my pants to grasp my cock, which causes my eyes to open wide and my cock to begin its first spasms.

"Cumming..." I whisper.

"Me too..."

I kiss her again, this time thrusting my tongue into her mouth with lust and need. At the exact time that our tongues make contact, we both begin to cum in earnest, soaking our pants and covering each other's hands.

Panting and closing her eyes, Nightwing rests her head on my shoulder and takes her hand out of my pants. Observing the cum on her fingers, she chuckles lightly. "Looks like I wasted that water cleaning up before..." I smile with her, and she licks a bit off, sticking her tongue out in disgust as soon as she does. "Eugh...this tastes disgusting...I've gotta go wash my hand..."

I watch her go in amusement, and decide to taste her cum. The instant it makes contact, it feels as if I've licked a bucket of mother-fucking lava!

I rush after her to the water pump, waving my tongue in desperation for relief. She giggles silently as she watches me drink water right from the pipes.

"You performed well," she informs me. I smirk as I stand up.

"Oh?" I approach her, and place my hands on her hips.

"What are you doing, slave?" She asks me, frowning in confusion as she pushes my hands away. "It is over; your job is done. I have congratulated you upon your performance, and now we move on."

"So...we act like that never happened?" I ask, confused. "We just...act the same? No changes to how we treat each other?"

"We are still slave and Dragoness," she reminds me. "Nothing more - you just have one...several, more responsibilities now." She smiles at me. "But now, I cannot cut your cock off."

I can't help but laugh a bit at that. "Alright, well...we've gotta get changed," I inform her. "That made a, uh...a bit of a mess."

"Ah, slave, so young," she sighs. "Here - let me show you a trick I learned long ago." She kneels down, and before I can say anything she's breathing hot air onto my pants. I bluster at the sensation, and find that my pants are now toasty, warm, and, most importantly, dry.

"Did you dry yourself?"

"Yes, I did," she responds. She observes the sky. "Alas, we spent the entire day pleasuring me. We must stay the night, as you cannot see in the dark, and I will not risk your injury."

I frown to myself. "Hey, Nightwing? I, uh...I can't help but notice that you're acting a bit...differently."

"I haven't been sexually stimulated in over four hundred years," she dryly remarks. "Of course I'm acting differently -- do you have any idea how much your actions just relieved me, Peter?"

I feel somewhat proud of myself as we go back into the house, nodding to myself as we go.

"Now, will you please assist me with adorning my shirt?" She asks. I shake my head at how much her demeanor has changed -- she's smiling from ear to ear now, and I muse about how effective a good sexy-time can be on someone's mood.

"Sure," I respond. I get it ready, and eye her breasts. "Uh...no funny business?"

Nightwing smiles at me. "You can, if you like," she responds. That hits me like lightning -- I've got to be her sex slave more often, if she's going to act like this! She's downright pleasant!

"Alright," I respond. I stand behind her, and gently guide her arms into the sleeves. I tug the shirt against her frame, gently fondling her breasts as I do so, hoping to avoid another instance of intercourse such as we experienced before -- not only am I exhausted from doing that while standing up, I also don't want to have to take off her clothes, because I would not settle for just grinding this time -- no way in hell.

Once I'm done adjusting the shirt, I take out the pins and sew in the strands of fabric at the right spots, and tie them so that the shirt is snug, but not too tight. I then wrap my arms around her from behind and gently sway with her.

"So...where d'you wanna sleep tonight?" I ask, hope bubbling like a small cauldron.

She withdraws from my embrace, and I can see that she's blushing a bit. "Well...I don't want to let you out of my sight..." She glances around a bit, and I want to shout at her to just say what she wants.

"We will sleep in the same bed," she informs me. "Not sleep together, as humans refer to intercourse -- simply in the same bed."

"Sounds good to me," I respond. "I'll get it ready."

She nods, and I carelessly toss the bag I packed earlier off of my bed.

"It's ready."

We climb in together, after I take off my shoes. I attempt to wrap an arm around her, as I do with any woman that I've been intimate with, and she pulls away from me.

"I told you -- our sexual interaction had ended."

"This isn't sexual," I assert. "Just let me show you -- I think you'll like it." I pale as I remember what she said about respect. "Please?"

She seems to contemplate it for a few moments before giving in with a sigh. "You understand the human habit more than I do -- pray tell, what is this action called, before we partake in it?"

"Snuggling," I respond. "It's nice."

Nightwing nods in understanding, and I wrap an arm around her again. She remains as stiff as a board.

"You know, it's not just putting my arm around you," I inform her. "You can rest your head on my shoulder or my chest, you could curl up next to me -- it's up to you. I guess...you should just do what feels natural, or whatever. I mean, you know -- if you want to." I make sure to seem timid and undemanding, lest she decides that she doesn't need my dick as much as she thought she did.

She grumbles something, and I feel her shifting about. Finally, after an agonizing few minutes of her trying different positions, she settles on one she likes -- on her side, with her head resting just where my shoulder connects to my chest, with her legs curled up and a hand resting on my stomach. I wrap my arm a bit tighter around her, and smile as I nuzzle her hair gently.

A few minutes into our cuddling, I've nearly fallen asleep, and Nightwing begins to stir. I sigh inwardly.

"You don't like it?" I ask, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"No -- on the contrary, I like it very much. It's one of the nuances of human life that has never found its way into that of dragons," Nightwing informs me. "I just wanted to inform you of a new responsibility that you can add to your list."

"Oh?"

"Cuddle slave."

I can't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" She demands, seemingly insulted by my laughter.

"It's just...that's the most adorable use of the term 'slave' I've ever heard in my entire life!" I grin at her. "Just for future reference, people that always cuddle together are called 'cuddle buddies'."

"I like 'cuddle slave' more."

"Of course you do," I respond with a smirk. "You like calling me slave."

"Hmm..."

I smile as she cuddles into me a bit more, and look down at her to gauge her reaction. I'm surprised to see that she's already asleep. She must really like it -- especially if this is her first time cuddling! I smile in affection for the dragon, as she reminds me of a young woman, finding her sexuality for the first time, as well as her ability to be intimate in general. It's quite adorable, really.

I decide that it's about time for me to get to sleep, so I rub Nightwing's shoulder gently and shut my eyes. I only hope that the rest of the time I spend with her can be as pleasant as today...

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So, what did you guys think of this chapter? I was really focusing on the quality of it, and how the sexual scene was incorporated, but then I realized that I don't need to worry about quality that much: I'm writing this for a website that centers around literary porn. I'm pretty sure that, as long as there's porn to which at least one person can shoot off a load, it's considered good literotica.

In any case, there will actually be a storyline to this, well...story, concerning Elves and Humans and another species that is NOT Dwarves, but is referred to as the Others. Not the Others from LOST, but Others nonetheless.

Also, boop.



A Dragon's Slave Ch. 02



I wake up to pressure on my chest, as well as gentle snoring. I look down and see that Nightwing has pressed herself against me, her breasts pushed against my side and making a nice, firm pillow. The dragoness has also draped her wing over me, and her tail is hanging out of the bed. She's still asleep, and she seems so peaceful in her rest that I can't bring myself to wake her up. So I settle into the silky blanket of her wing, gently and idly running a hand through her hair as I relax.

After about a half hour, Nightwing begins to stir, and I smile as she looks up at me.

"Good morning, Nightwing," I announce.

"Good morning, slave," she reciprocates, resting her head on my shoulder again. "Mmmmh...you have proven to be a valuable slave, as you perform your tasks well..."

"Why, thank you."

She hums into my chest, and dozes for a few moments before speaking. "I have not slept so well in my entire life...tell me, what time is it?"

I look out the window, and see that the sun is at just about zenith. My window faces North, so it's easier for me to see the sun at this time of year.

"It's about noon."

"What!?" I recoil in surprise as she bolts upright, glaring at me in some sort of inexplicable rage. "Why didn't you wake me!? We must depart, immediately - we only have so many hours of light!!"

"I thought you could use the rest," I respond as she jumps out of the bed. I follow her, albeit more slowly and somewhat hesitant. "I mean - after I...pleasured you, you seemed a lot less tense, so I thought you would like to sleep in."

"Slave, you should have known to wake me early!" She barks, watching in disapproval as I pull my shoes on. "You will be punished greatly for this discrepancy!"

I sigh as I shake my head - all I was trying to do was make her happy, and she's not even grateful in the slightest. "Alright," I mutter. "I'll wake you up early from now on." You ungrateful bitch.

"Good. Now, we must depart." I pull my backpack on as she continues. "Come. We have quite the journey, and I hope to make camp at least halfway through the woods."

I nod, and follow her out of the house as we proceed into the woods. I turn to take one last look at the farmhouse that I had grown up on, and sigh as I decide that it's time to go. I turn to see Nightwing watching me rather impatiently.

"Are you done?" She asks, her breasts bulging against her crossed arms. I remember the heat of last night, and force myself to forget so I don't tick her off, somehow.

"Yeah," I sigh, walking towards her in resignation. She turns and continues to walk, and I have a hard time keeping my eyes off of her swaying posterior, which somehow seems larger in the constricting pants.

About an hour into the walk, my stomach begins to growl. Not wanting to lose the pace, I search through my bag for a loaf of bread, and tear off a piece of it for my breakfast. I look to Nightwing, who has paused momentarily.

"Would you like something to eat?" I ask, once I've swallowed. The dragoness shakes her head gently, and looks up at me. I watch her in curious patience.

"I...I would like to apologize for my behavior this morning," she informs me. Needless to say, I'm shocked. "I...I did not mean to be so short with you, slave."

I smile at her. "It's alright, Nightwing," I assure her, resting a hand on her side. She looks up in surprise. "I'm your slave, remember?"

"Yes, but...like I told you, a draconic slave is different from a human slave. Like I said, you will not be punished if you fail to complete a task to my exact specifications - you are just bound to me for life. It was not right of me to be harsh on you like that, and I apologize." She sighs, and looks about the forest.

"You may not know this, but...I am a young dragon. I am but 600 years old, which the equivalent of 23 years for humans. I have never had a slave before, and so...I am still learning how to treat a slave properly."

"So what was all that stuff about cutting my dick off?" I ask, confused.

"If you were to try to run, it would not only be a sign of disrespect but a violation of our...agreement, and it would prompt punishment." I nod, understanding the concept more now that it's been explained - as usual with any concept. Explanations help. "And that is why your not waking me is not a prompt for punishment - you were prioritizing my well-being, and so I feel that I must thank you."

I smile as I slide the rest of my arm around her waist, enveloping her in a partial hug. She smiles as she reciprocates. We begin to walk after a while, standing closer than before and yet not holding each other due to necessity to traverse the woods. As we do, I begin to piece together her personality.

Thing is, she's very nice, but she's somewhat reluctant to show it. Besides that, she also has a hairpin trigger temper, and is quick to become frustrated or angry. However, her overall personality is rather charming, so I'm willing to forgive her for that. Also, her human form is incredibly hot, which I've experienced first hand (hallelujah!).

After about another hour or so of walking, we come to a small clearing in the forest. I look up at the sky, and see that the sun is starting to set. Nightwing notices this, as well.

"We would do best to start making camp," she announces. "Gather some firewood, slave."

"You know, you could call me 'Peter'..." I start to gather firewood, and she just looks over at me.

"Just do what you're told, slave."

I cock an irritated eyebrow at her, but don't say anything as I go about getting the firewood. I can hear her distinct chuckling as I do so, and make a mental note to revel in the times when she decides to actually call me by my name.

After five minutes, I've made a rather large pile in the center of the clearing. I decide to find something to light it with, but Nightwing interrupts me.

"I'm a dragon," she says with a sarcastic smirk. "Remember?"

"Oh," I mutter, blushing as I pack away from the pile. She lights it with a single burst of flame from her mouth, and looks to me expectantly. I stand in place, confused.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"I need to get used to eating human food. You're a human, so you can make human food. Can you hunt and cook what you kill?"

"Uh...not really..." I shuffle my feet, hoping that I don't disappoint her enough to want to hurt me.

"So what is the purpose of your hunting knife?"

"It's a useful tool," I rationalize. "Cutting cloth, branches..."

"Killing small animals?" She suggests, rather judgmentally. I give her a flat stare.

"Maybe," I admit. "So...yeah. I guess that you'll have to hunt - I can take care of the cooking."

Nightwing rolls her eyes as she stands. "What was the point of keeping you as a slave if you can't even hunt?" She asks. My shoulders sag as she makes a severe blow to my self-esteem, but they hike back up in shock as I feel her slapping me on the buttocks.

"You'd better shape up, slave boy," she whispers, teasingly. "I'll be back with dinner - and then, we can share some dessert."

I get an immediate erection, and grin to myself as I go about preparing a rudimentary cooking rig. I make stakes from branches and drive them into the ground, and then make a basic single rotisserie on which I can spear whatever she brings back. I recline on the ground as I begin to wait for Nightwing, and immediately regret not packing some sort of blanket.

After several minutes, two dead rabbits are dropped next to me.

"You'd better make this good," Nightwing growls as she sits down across the fire from me. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to eat those fucking things..."

I look up in surprise. "That's the first time I've ever heard you curse," I announce.

"Congratulations," she spits. "Now hurry the fuck up. I'm starving."

I nod, and use my hunting knife to skin the rabbits. I fuck up more than once, and sigh as I discard of the ruined pieces of meat into the fire. They make a pleasant smell as they burn, and I see Nightwing licking her lips through the fire, leaning forward in an eerie sort of manner. I glance at her, and begin to hurry up, and take a bit more care not to lose any meat.

When I'm done skinning the thing, I cut open their chests and remove the organs - I read a novel once in which the protagonist did that, so I'm just going to take the book's word for it.

Once I've buried the organs, as I doubt they would burn easily, I impale the first rabbit on the rotisserie and cook it slowly. Nightwing watches in anxious hunger, and eventually crawls around to my side to watch it cook.

"Don't burn it," she continuously prompts. I continuously ensure her that I won't, and eventually pull the rabbit off the fire to see that I burned parts of it. I look at Nightwing apologetically, and she smacks me on the back of the head with a resounding *smack!*.

"'I won't burn it'," she mocks me. She turns her nose up in disgust at the rabbit. "That one is yours, slave."

"Gladly," I respond. "I like burnt meat."

"What!?" She grasps my shoulder. "Did you plan this? Did you plan it so you could eat first?"

I look at her in surprise, realizing just how territorial she is about food. "No," I assure her. "I'm just not very good at cooking, and I happen to like burnt food. I'll cook yours now. Wait - how do you know if you don't like burnt food if you haven't cooked any food!?"

"My dragon mouth would cook food due to its enhanced temperature," she explains, impatiently. "It would be perfect. Once I tried to cook meat with a burst of flame, and it burnt and it tasted awful, and I can't heat food in my mouth, which is why I ended up eating it raw during my last hunt. Now, hurry up - I'm hungry, and I may just eat you instead."

I cock an eyebrow at her, and nod sarcastically as I go about cooking the second rabbit. I cook it for a full minute less, and when I pull it off it is bronze and shiny. I smile at her, about to hand it to her when she snatches it off the branch and starts to shred the rabbit apart. I watch in shock as her teeth tear the meat apart and crush the bones. Within several seconds it's gone, and she's spitting out the bones like seeds from a watermelon. She sighs as she reclines, rubbing her belly with a content smile. She looks over at me, and frowns at my gaping jaw and wide eyes.

"What? Never seen a dragoness eat before?" She smiles as she reclines, resting her head on my lap, just next to my still-erect penis. She hums as she feels it poke against her head, and places her hand on my back, gently stroking my lumber and gradually slipping her fingers underneath them and tugging, as if in an attempt to pull them off. My arousal increases, and she begins to rub the pants between her legs, stimulating herself with a sigh.

"Now, hurry up and eat, slave - I have need of you~..."

I don't hesitate. I don't even think. I wolf down the burnt squirrel, and then toss the stick to the side. I turn my head and spit out the bones, as well as a small amount of meat - but I don't care about that. Nightwing is currently rubbing my cock through my pants, so food is not exactly a priority right now.

"Let's satisfy your needs," I suggest as I turn back to her. She smiles, pulling herself up until she's straddling me, my cock trapped between her pussy and my chest. I place my hands on her sides and run them down to her ass, gently gripping the beautiful mounds as I massage her hips.

A few moments into this, I feel her hands gently cupping my cheeks. I open my eyes, a I'd closed them to enjoy the sensation, and see that Nightwing is leaning towards me with arched eyebrows and a slightly open mouth. I smile as I meet her halfway, engaging the Dragoness in a passionate kiss. She lets out a small moan into my mouth, causing me to smile as I slip my hands beneath her pants, grasping her ass and enjoying the sensation of her scales rubbing against my skin.

She begins to grind against me, and slowly lowers a hand to pull my cock out of my pants. She looks down at it, and smiles as she begins to slowly jerk me off, yet gain surprising me with how much she prioritizes my pleasure.

After a few seconds of this, she raises herself up and begins to desperately pull off her pants. I help her, and my eyes widen as I see how bright and wet her pussy is, and I see past the lips for the first time. The pink folds beckon to me with their illustrious beauty, so I bury my face in her crotch and begin to kiss at her clit. Her cum burns my tongue, but I don't care - now, it feels more like a good kind of burn that turns me on even more. She lets out a small squeak, and I grin as I grasp my cock.

"Wait," she whispers, panting as she pulls my head away from her sopping wet cunt. I look up at her obediently, watching in lust as she plays with one of her tits, massaging and kneading it as she looks down at me with lust in her eyes.

"I...I want your cock," she manages to whisper. I nod and immediately pull my pants down, letting my cock out all the way to stand tall and proud. She begins to lower herself, keeping her hands on my shoulders as she cautiously positions herself. I help her find the right spot in her pussy for my cock, my face buried into her tits - each of which are the size of my head.

Deciding to accentuate our pleasure, I rub my cock along her pussy slit, not letting it go in but teasing the entire surface of her cunt all the same. I raise my other hand to her back, and begin to undo the ties on her shirt, and then pull it off so I have full access to her breasts. They bounce lightly in front of me, and as I look over her chest I see that her wings are spread out all the way. I grin as I begin to kiss a nipple, and gently place it in my mouth, causing her to squeak in pleasure. 

"Please," she pants. "I...I need you inside..."

I nod, and slowly lead my cock into her pussy hole. I can feel my cock stretching her out to fit it's full three-inch thickness, and even more so as she tries to accommodate for my full ten-inch length.

She lets out various moans and pants, and once she's near enough I pull her into a kiss. She wraps her arms around me, and in a sudden moment of lust shoves herself down onto my cock, taking all of it in one stroke, causing the both of us to gasp.

"Oh...your cock is so big..." She moans. I massage her ass and kiss her, rendered speechless by the pleasure rocking my body to its very core.

She begins to pull up, and stops once the head of my cock is all that's left inside of her. She immediately lowers herself back down, both of us letting out moaning shouts of primal lust as my cock slams into her. The walls of her cunt squeeze at my shaft, causing me to whimper lightly in pleasure. I shove my head into her breasts as I pant, and clench my teeth as she pulls herself up again.

"Oh, fuck..." We both growl through gritted teeth, our hands tightly grasping each other's bodies as she readies herself for a plunge. She goes all the way back down on my cock once more, and before the wave of pleasure is even done rocketing through my body she's back up again.

I begin to thrust in tandem with her motions, and within a few seconds the fleshy, wet sounds of our fucking is the only thing we can hear, besides our thundering heartbeats. I begin to moan louder and louder, as does she, nearly screaming into the night in lust and pleasure as she slams herself down onto my clock faster and harder each time.

This goes on for about five minutes, before I hear some sort of incoherent babble that I later realize was "I'm cumming". I immediately feel her muscles contracting on my cock, milking it and pleading for its cum. I oblige in a guttural roar of pleasure as I slam myself into Nightwing and begin to cum, my cock flaming with pleasure that I don't think will ever stop.

After about a minute straight of cumming, my chest, legs, and the ground around us are covered in a combination of our cum. I feel it streaking down my legs, which arouses me to no end. Giving in to a sudden impulse, I yank down Nightwing's head and engage her in a passionate kiss, my tongue battling with hers in a vicious attempt to explore every inch of her. It isn't until she starts cumming again that I realize how much our kissing turned her on.

She lets out a gasp of shock and pleasure, shoving her mouth further onto mine as her tongue explores my mouth. My cock, which had already begun to harden once more, hardens fully as her pussy contracts, and nearly reaches its climax then and there. However, she stops cumming just as I'm about to, and I feel the sensation slowly fading away.

To retrieve the sensation, I begin to thrust, and Nightwing moans into my mouth. I start of fast and pick up speed, the sound of her pussy sucking against my cock filling my ear as her wet folds move with it, grasping it and soaking it in pleasure and lust. After a few thrusts, I slam myself into her all the way once more, causing her to release my mouth from the passionate kiss we were sharing and let out a loud scream, and one that almost sounds like a roar. I begin to cum for a second time, and feel Nightwing begin to cum again as well. I open my eyes, with some amount of difficulty, to see her expression. Her tongue is lolling out of her open mouth, and her eyes have rolled back in their sockets. Her entire face is glowing gold, and her hair is messy and wild.

I look down at her pussy as I stop cumming, and I'm shocked by what I see. First off, her cunt is glowing a bright gold, and I have to squint a bit to see. Second, there is cum everywhere - it's flowing out of her pussy and leaking down my legs like a fucking river! It's both hers and mine, and it's making a small pool on the ground that is soaking our legs and turning me on even more. I don't know how, but my cock slowly becomes more erect, and despite my fatigue I begin to thrust again.

I find that Nightwing has become somewhat like a ragdoll, and isn't able to do much but take what I give her with moans and pants. As such, I gently roll the both of us over, and end up putting her ass in the pool of cum we'd made. Her hands flop down into it, and she shivers in excitement.

I grin as I lean into her, pushing my cock all the way back into her and leaving it there as I find the best position to fuck her in. When I have, my knees are in the pool of cum, which makes me even more horny, and my hands are on her perfect hips. I look up to the stars and silently thank every god there ever was, is, and will be for letting me become the slave of this Dragoness.

Turning my attention back to Nightwing, I begin to thrust into her with wild abandon. Her legs wrap around me, her hands dig into the earth through our cum, and she begins to let out pants of exhaustion and lust.

As I thrust, she immediately begins to cum, which surprises me. However, I'm surprised even more as she cums again, and even more as she cums again, and again, and again! By the time I'm ready to cum, she's made the puddle underneath us about twice as large!

Invigorated by the feeling of her cum spilling against my legs, I keep going until I cum once more. She cums with me, and I growl as I empty myself into her, desperate to make the puddle beneath us as large as I possibly can.

When I finish cumming, I collapse on top of her, my face pressed into her breasts and my cock still weakly spasming in her pussy. My eyes begin to close, and I feel gentle hands on my head and bare back. Nightwing strokes my head gently, kissing my forehead as she holds me against her heart, which is still hammering. Mine is hammering, as well, but I barely notice it as my eyes begin too close, and sleep begins to claim me.

"Rest, Peter," I hear her whispering into my ear. "You have done so well, and you've made your Master proud..."

If I were able to make coherent speech, I would respond with: "you're god damn right." However, I decide to say "thank you", which comes out as:




A Dragon's Slave Ch. 02



"Thmmf hrff..."

I feel a gentle kiss on my forehead as Nightwing envelops me with her wings to protect me from the night. I fall asleep after about two seconds, and I know that Nightwing is close behind.

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So, did you guys like? I know I liked writing it - a lot.

So, how do you think that Peter and Nightwing should progress? After this, their sex will be a bit more spaced out - especially after Peter fucked her like a beast - so there will be a bit more storyline and character development.

Of course, I know that most of you don't care about that at all. But for those of you that do care about the story of this, well...story, here's what I have to say to you:

Expect a lot of blood, gore, and absolute bad-ass characters. In case you think I'm hyping it up too much, then I will tell you of one I plan to introduce relatively soon: an Elf that kills his enemies by punching right through their rib cage with a pneumatic fist and crushing their hearts. But don't worry, it will mostly be his attitude that is badass.

In any case...

Boop.



A Dragon's Slave Ch. 03



When I wake up, I find that I'm alone in the small clearing in which Nightwing and I had camped. I look about, and find that the puddle of ejaculate we had made has either dried into nothingness, or has simply disappeared - as I can say with certainty that I'm not laying in it.

I stand and bend, my back sore from our...well, to be blunt, our insane fucking last night. I can't help but grin to myself as I remember how awesome it was. Who knew that sex with a dragonness could be so rewarding?

Poking about in search for something to eat provides a sufficient distraction, and I don't notice as Nightwing walks into the clearing until she's standing right in front of me. I look up as I notice her with a smile, but it fades as I notice something...odd.

"Uh...Nightwing?"

"Yes, Slave?"

"Uhm...you're bald."

She smirks at me, running a hand over her newly balded head. As she steps back, I notice that her face has taken on slightly more reptilian features - an elongated jaw, a more defined brow, and less of a nose and more of a snout. Somehow, it is both beautiful...and terrifying.

"Do you like it?" She asks, stretching her wings out to their full length - which, once again, is beautiful and terrifying. Seems to be a theme with her, doesn't it? "It was getting in the way of my wings - and besides, I didn't like how I looked with such human features. It seemed too...alien."

I nod and stand. "Well, in any case, I like it." I smile at her, and quickly gesture towards the clothes she's wearing, which we had taken off during our fuckfest last night. "So, you managed to get them on yourself?"

"With a small amount of magic, yes," she responds, sounding slightly exasperated. "It's more difficult than it seems..."

"Just give it time - you'll get used to it," I assure her. "Now - for breakfast. What d'you want? I found some cereal in the bags - I'm assuming that you're an omnivore now?"

"Why would you assume such a thing?" She asks, genuinely confused.

"Well, you've become human - surely, you've taken on more human attributes than just a human form."

"Hm...perhaps. Shall we test this theory of yours?"

"I don't see why not."

I pour her a bowl of cereal, and we sit next to each other as we eat. Her tail swishes, and I feel it against my back. I smile, and Nightwing begins to laugh.

"You know...having you as my slave has been incredibly rewarding," she informs me. I remain silent as she eats another spoonful of grains fashioned into cereal, clearly both enjoying the food and properly ingesting it. "I've been sexually stimulated for the first time in...oh, four hundred; five hundred years...I've already experienced a multitude of human emotions from our intimacy, which will help me in dealing with my new form, as well as the new magnitude to which I am able to experience emotions..." She sighs as she reclines, placing her empty bowl on the ground next to her. "Hm...life is good."

I smirk as I put aside my cereal, as well. "And I get to have sex with a bombshell of a woman-er, dragoness. Seems like a win-win to me."

She shrugs. "I guess that's simply a perk of being my slave - most dragons would have simply raped you, should they have the urge to partake in coitus. You're lucky I allowed for you to decide the pace."

I nod, and sigh. I can feel Nightwing watching me as I recline, as well. "Slave, what are you doing?"

"Hm?" I look to her in confusion.

"Clean up. You don't expect me to clean up my own bowl, do you?"

"Well - yeah, it's part of being human: having responsibilities. You'll have to get used to it if you want to -" I'm cut short by a sharp slap across the face, leaving a large streak of burning pain on my face. I place my hand to the sensitive skin, looking to Nightwing in confusion. I suddenly remember her incredible size in her full-dragon form, and I feel my fear resurfacing.

"What did I say about respect?" She demands, darkly. "You will speak to me as your superior - never your inferior, boy. Now - clean up, and I suggest you do a good job of it. I'm already cross with you, and you would not like to see me in a state of pure anger."

I nod, humbly going about cleaning up the remains of our breakfast. Needless to say, I'm taken by surprise - and scared to an even greater degree - when Nightwing grasps me, and practically tackles me into a nearby bush. I keep silent as I flinch away from her, waiting for another slap. I'm surprised again when she holds me by the arm, as if for both comfort and to ensure I won't move.

"What -"

She shushes me, and shrinks more into the bush as I feel her hand grip me tighter. I follow suit, my heart hammering in my chest as I watch the clearing we were just in. What the hell could scare her so much?

The answer is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And I don't mean that she's not afraid. I can tell that she's terrified. No, what she's afraid of is a being of nothing - of absolute nothingness.

The creature breaks free of the foliage, and I struggle to make out its form. It is so black that the world seems to abruptly end around it - as if it were a gaping hole in reality. It reminds me of what the Elves refer to as a Black Hole - something that not even light can escape. And, surely, not even light can escape the confines of this being's existence.

I watch in paralyzed fear as it ambles through the clearing, aimlessly wandering. I feel my spine go cold as it seems to stare right at me. I look away, shutting my eyes tight and silently gripping onto Nightwing, who I discover is shaking. Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes - I am absolutely fucking terrified.

After a while, I hear something in the distance. I force myself to look up, and find that the beast has been distracted, and is slowly moving away from the clearing to investigate the source of said noise. I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding, and I hear Nightwing do the same. I wipe my eyes as she drags me out of our hiding place.

"What was that?" I ask, anxiously.

She shakes her head. "A very...very ancient magic. A form of magic that takes the shape of an entire species..." She crosses her arms as she shivers. "A species believed by the dragons to be extinct - after we hunted them all down."

"So - you can kill that thing?" I ask, hopefully. Something about it makes me not care for the sanctity of life - that...thing, should be dead.

"No...not in this form. And I cannot risk changing back into my dragon form, as it would feed upon the leftover magic and become too strong for me to kill myself..." She shakes her head as she shakes again. "I had only ever heard legends of those things...I...I never thought that..." I'm shocked as she loses her ability to speak, and leans over to retch into the ground. I gingerly place my hands upon her, stabilizing her as she shakes more and more violently.

"Nightwing...what in the fuck was that thing?"

"It...it is referred to as the Void," she responds, slowly. "We...we must move. Now. We have to find refuge from it - there may be more nearby. We cannot stay here. Gather our things and let us be on our way."

I nod, gathering the supplies I had packed without a word. When I'm done, Nightwing begins to lead me out of the clearing. I have no idea where to, and I don't care. As long as we get away from that thing...

After a while, we reach a second clearing, and Nightwing freezes. "Shit."

"What?" I ask, scared and nearly shitting myself.

"We're surrounded," she breathes. "I don't know where they came from, but..." She looks me in the eye, and I can see her fear, bleeding out of her like a wound. "We're going to die here." She grasps my hand. "Don't let me die alone."

I shake my head. "Of course not," I respond, my heart hammering in my chest. "Nobody deserves to die alone."

She nods, and directs me to the center of the clearing. We stand there in silent patience, and I feel all my pores releasing sweat. We wait for our inevitable demise.

The Void creatures appear from the brush. There seem to be five of them, but I can't tell - they seem to be completely amorphous, and I have a hard time discerning them from one another. Nightwing and I grip each other tighter as they approach.

And then, everything in me turns of. It just...stops. My fear, my emotions, my thoughts - all of it switches off, and is replaced by a single impulse. I do not understand it, but I do not need to as I follow it, as the impulse I feel now is stronger than anything I've ever felt before in my life - a natural inclination, if you would.

I stand, and I feel Nightwing clinging onto my hand. "Wait - not alone, Peter, I don't want to..." The words die in her throat, but I don't fully register them. I hear them, but in a way, they fall on deaf ears, as I don't...hear them.

I continue to follow the impulse, and hold out my hand towards the Void. I feel it pulling at my entire being, as if I were being sucked in. It shows no reaction, nor emotion, nor existence.

And I speak two words - two words that I understand, yet whose meaning is lost to me.

I say, "Not yet."

And, in the blink of an eye, they're gone - disappeared, regressed, and retreated. I stagger on my feet, nearly falling to my knees as sudden fatigue takes over. I turn to Nightwing, my fear returning as I search for an answer in her eyes.

Instead, I see fear - pure, unadulterated fear. Directed right at me.

"What the hell are you," she breathes.

"Nightwing-" I take a shaking step towards her.

"Keep away from me!" She shouts, scrambling away from me in terror.

"But...Nightwing, I -"

"Shut up! Just...stay away!" She screams, before turning and fleeing into the brush. My vision begins to fade, and I fall to the ground, unconscious.

~~~~~

Nightwing, Later...

Fuck - where is he...

I came back to the clearing where he was in hopes to extract from answers by more closely examining his Spectrum. I may not be skilled at doing so, but I have a rudimentary understanding of it. But now, he's gone. I sigh as I rely on my more draconic instincts, and find that there is a trail, leading from where he was to where he appears to be. I follow it to a small cabin, deep in the forest, and more towards what can be properly referred to as the woods.

I force the door open, and a woman screams. "Keep away, beast!" She shrieks. I ignore her, searching for Peter amongst the wooden walls. I find him, sitting up in a daze. I approach him, and grasp his hand tight.

"Come," I growl, dragging him out of the building.

"Halt! I demand you halt!" I sigh in anger as I turn, and see a man brandishing a blade at me. A quick burst of flame melts the steel, and he screams in agony as the metal burns through his flesh and muscle, leaving his bone exposed. Peter remains in stunned silence as I drag him away from the building.

"Nightwing - what's going on?"

"We're going to see an old friend of mine, in an attempt to understand your...nature. I realize now that I do not possess the wisdom to properly assess your Spectrum, and so I require assistance."

"But...Nightwing, what's going on!?" He demands again. "Why were you so afraid of me - and why aren't we going to the city? Couldn't we do research?"

"Humans have no knowledge of the Void - or whatever you are."

"Nightwing - why is this so important?" He demands, attempting to yank away from me. I tighten my grip, and he releases an exclamation of pain.

"Don't you understand, boy?" I growl, glaring at him in disgust. "The Void marks the end of the world, and dragonkind were barely able to stop it last time. And you...you just exhibited control over the fucking thing. I don't know what you are, or what you're playing at, but we're going to find out. Now, come - we don't have much time, and I do not wish for you to die. You would be worthless in that case."

He remains in stunned silence, and I can sense his fear as I drag him along. He seems to be as much in the dark about this as I am. I sigh.

This is going to be one long fucking journey.

~~~~~

So, did you guys like this chapter? I made it specifically to introduce an external conflict - which I originally meant to do much later, but I decided to bring in the Void early. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed, but I started writing this chapter at, like, 7 in the morning, and I don't want my parents to know that I'm writing this stuff. So...yeah.

In any case, enjoy, and look forward to new chapters.



A Dragon's Slave Ch. 04



Hey, readers - just wanted to let you know that I DO plan to continue this story.

I've started college, so I haven't been able to write recently. Fortunately, I have an expository writing class, so my writing has actually improved somewhat!

In any case, please enjoy - this chapter may not be heavy on sexual content, but it will utilize heavy reflection.

*****

I sigh in content as I recline against a tree, my recent - and thankfully successful - hunt on the ground before me. Using one of the small mammal's ribs as a toothpick, I manage to fish some meet out of my gums. I toss it aside, cringing as my metallic forearm creaks in protest.

Melancholy fills me as I hold the rusting joint. I only wish I had some oil on me...that is all I wish for.

The synthetic tendons draw taught, the digits flexing into a fist. I remember when I used to use this arm to reap justice...now, I can barely even hunt without having to place a plethora of traps. It's rather ironic - then, the blood of my targets would refresh my limb. Now, the blood of the animals I hunt simply accelerates the rust...

"Seriously - I don't see why this is necessary, Nightwing."

My breath catches in my throat as I hear a pair of voices and footsteps approaching. Cursing silently, I duck behind the tree I'm resting against and attempt to make myself scarce, lest they discover my disgrace.

"You know full well why this is necessary, human," a second, feminine voice responds.

Human...? This second voice...it doesn't belong to a human? But this is human territory - and no elf would refer to a human in such a manner...

I peer around the trunk of my hiding spot, and gasp as I see the reptilian feet of a dragon. But...dragons do not speak aloud, what the hell is -

Holy shit those are really big.

I pull myself back behind the tree, blushing as the image of those...pendulums assaults my mind. I've never seen a dragoness in humanoid form...Well, at least now I can die happy.

"Yeah, but - I'm not gonna run anytime soon," the first voice, which is notably male, responds. "C'mon - at least loosen the restraints a bit? Please? They're chafing..."

The dragoness sighs in irritation. "Shut the hell up, would you?" I peer back around the corner to glimpse what sort of restraints are being used. Why would a dragoness take human form to capture a human? If she were taking a slave, wouldn't she remain in her dragon form...?

"But Nightwing - you know that I'm not going to run away!" The human complains. I espy that there is a sort of rudimentary rope lashed around his wrists, forming a set of restraints that become a leash - the end of which is gripped in the dragonness' claws.

"Yes, but I cannot have you wandering about and being injured."

As the unlikely duo pass the tree, I catch a glimpse of yet another set of perfect globes. Why would this human wander about when he has such a lovely view?

"Why in the world would I wander when I have such a brilliant view?"

Huh. Great minds.

The dragon stammers a bit, and suddenly yanks on the leash. "Shut up," she growls as the human stumbles after her. "And...and show some respect for your Master!"

Hm...seems as if he is her slave. I should probably - 

*Click*

My heart jumps into my throat as the pair cease their movement, and look right in my direction. I hide just in time, but I doubt it was fast enough for the dragon not to notice me. I look down at my arm to see what had caused the sound, and find that it was yet another result of neglect: while leaning against the tree, the bearing of my wrist hadn't properly adjusted - and when it did, it was a sudden and rather loud adjustment.

Basically, it means I'm screwed. Hey, at least I get to see those melons again...

"Why are you watching us?"

I look up, and find that the dragoness is standing a good distance away. The human stands by her side, studying me very closely. It seems as though there is some sort of intelligence hidden behind his eyes.

"I heard you," I explain, finding it hard not to stare. I start to stand, but the dragon snarls at me. So, I opt to remain sitting. "I...I had been hunting, and..." I gulp, fear starting to overwhelm my, ah...fascination. Mostly because flames are starting to leak from the dragon's snout.

"Why would an elf be hunting?"

Every thought I had pertaining to the dragoness fades as I stare at the human. How in the world did he know I was an elf?

I ask him as such, and he just raises an eyebrow.

"Your metal arm, jackass."

I blush, and the dragoness smirks. I shake off my momentary embarrassment, reminding myself that humans know next to nothing about elves - I can still keep my dignity if I attempt to...'educate' him.

"Well, I grew tired of the elven vegetarian diet," I explain, lying fluently. "Us elves are in touch with nature - our magic allows us to -"

"Okay, let's skip past the standard lies. You're in exile, aren't you?"

My words fail me as I stare ahead into nothing, unable to bring myself to make eye contact. How in the world...?

"So, what - war criminal? Or maybe you attempted to disseminate elven technology to the humans? Although, I can't imagine the council making the mistake of exiling you to human territory - you would be able to divulge even more of your precious secrets..."

I look up at the human in shock. "How...how in the world do you..."

"I'm not your ordinary foolish human," he remarks, a hint of arrogance playing across his features. It disappears as quickly as it had appeared, however. "I took classes on Elven technology, ideology, philosophy, culture, and more in Amallhia - that is, before I moved to a farming village a few miles away from the city."

I nod, and realize that if they ask me questions, this human will be able to spot my deceit rather easily - he's more intelligent than most, but I doubt he's anywhere near as intelligent as an elf...I will have to utilize all of my cunning to survive my encounter with this dragoness, as she appears to be growing increasingly angry.

"Slave, we should continue," the dragon announces. "We should not be wasting our time here - let the elf live on in exile. We have more important matters to tend to."

The human sighs, and nods. "Yeah...you're right..." He looks me over before frowning. "But...before I go...what's your name?"

I swallow back a bit of anxiety - if this human knows so much about elvish culture, he'll surely know of me. And I sincerely doubt this school in Amallhia portrayed me in a gratifying light...

Nonetheless, after a cautionary glance at the dargon to ensure that I'm not about to be killed, I give up my name. "Demetrius."

The human's eyes widen, and he takes a step back. The dragon looks on in confusion, while I hang my head. I had expected as much.

"Uh...slave? What..." I feel the dragon staring at me in caution. "Who...who is this?"

"Holy shit," the human breathes. "I just...I'd heard you had been exiled somewhere around here, but I never...I never thought I'd actually meet you..." I hear him approaching me, and I brace myself to be attacked by both him and the dragon. I've read several dissertations from the Elvish government describing me as a murderer, and I doubt that this human would show mercy.

"May I...may I shake your hand?"

What...in the fuck?

"Slave, what are you doing!?"

"This...this is Demetrius, Nightwing." I look up, and notice that the human is smiling at me in...wonder? "He's...he's a huge vigilante. He killed rapists, murderers, corrupt officials - he was exiled because he ended up killing a corrupt higher-up, and the other corrupt guys deemed him a public menace - effectively pardoning the criminals he had killed."

I stare at him in blank surprise. His smile broadens. "Demetrius - you can stand up now," he announces. I do so slowly, and the dragoness never takes her eyes off of me. "And please...shake my hand."

I wearily extend my good arm towards the human, and he readily accepts it and gives it a firm shake. "Sir, Mister Demetrius...I wrote my final term paper on your vigilantism, and I want you to know that I'm one of the many people that believe you acted justly."

Is it me, or did that...sound rehearsed? I search for some sort of trickery in his eyes, but all I can find his respect. To be totally honest, it's...sort of creepy, especially after being in exile for so long.

"Wonderful - can we get going now? The day's almost over, and we've got important shit to do."

The strange human steps away from me, and nods to his dragoness master. "Alright - let's go. It was wonderful meeting you, Demetrius." They begin to walk away, and I simply watch in awe as this intelligent human lets himself be lead on a leash. As they're walking, he suddenly turns and calls out to me.

"Hey, if you want, you can come with us!"

The dragoness stops walking, and I see on the human's face the epitome of "oh shit".

~~~~~~~~~~

Peter:

I feel the wind escape from my lungs as Nightwing throws me into a bush.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, boy!?" She demands, the familiar heat of her breath causing me to sweat. "Inviting some vigilante like we're on a school trip - who do you think you are!?"

"S-sorry, Nightwing, it's just...he could really help, and..."

"Shut it! Next time you have some sort of stupid fucking idea like that, you ask me first, got that!?"

I nod, and cringe in pain as I feel her claws starting to pierce the skin on my arms. She realizes what she's doing, and quickly retracts the keratin protrusions, some of the fire going out of her eyes - but not all of it.

"Seriously...after what happened yesterday, you'd think you would start to use some more common sense..."

I blush as she mentions yesterday. For the past week and a half, Nightwing and I have been tirelessly walking. The nights had started out awkward, as neither of us were willing to partake in any sort of intimacy. It wasn't until a few days after our run-in with the Void...things that I was able to fulfill my role as her sex slave again - and only because I had managed to kill my first rabbit. She called the sex a "reward", and soon enough I was pleasing her almost every time we stopped to rest.

That is, until yesterday.

Late last night, while Nightwing was still out cold from another intense, ah...session, I had decided to see if I could catch any fish from the nearby stream. I made a point of letting her sleep - she had strained herself too much, and ended up pulling a muscle in her wing. I didn't want her stretching and pulling it again.

In any case, using some crap I had packed into my Elvish bag, I managed to fashion a rudimentary fishing rod. I had managed to catch a few fishies, but I would soon discover that I wasn't the only predator at the lake that day.

Unfortunately for me, it turns out that it was actually the notorious Lake of Teeth. It's called that because of the unusually heightened fresh-water alligator population. And the piranhas. And the small, fresh-water sharks. And those weird fish that, if you step on them you get poisoned (I think they're called rock fish...?) You can see how this would go sour.

Anyway, as I was fishing, I noticed an alligator watching me. I sort of smiled at it, because I've always had a fascination with reptiles (as if that weren't clear enough already). So, it sunk back into the water, and I dismissed it as simply a 'gator searching for prey.

I was proven wrong when I realized that it was a 'gator that had found its prey, and quickly alerted its friends. I was lucky that I noticed the dozen alligator eyes that peered up above the surface of the water to watch me - it was only because of the full moon reflecting off of their eyes that I was able to turn tail and run. They took chase, and I'm pretty sure my shit coated the entire eastern seaboard.

Nightwing heard me screaming, and, well...burst into action. She killed them with quite a lot of fire. Needless to say, we had alligator for breakfast the next morning (a.k.a. this morning).

So, as we were getting ready to head out this morning, Nightwing ends up tying my wrists together. When I asked her what she was doing, she explained that I was too important to simply let myself get killed - having control over the Void and whatnot. I tried to protest, but it didn't really amount to anything - besides meeting Demetrius.

So, now, I'm on my ass in a bush, Nightwing practically spitting fire into my face (and yes that is a very real possibility do not laugh it is terrifying).

Anyway, back in the present, I sigh as I avert my gaze from Nightwing's. Sort of embarrassing when you're reminded that you're an idiot.

Nightwing sighs as she picks herself up, and sits down next to me, rather than on top of me - which lets my ribs give a relieved sigh. "Alright, well...you know a lot more about this guy than I do. Why do you think he'd be helpful?"

I sigh as I attempt to rub at my arms, grateful that Nightwing had retracted her claws before they had gone deep enough to draw blood. "Well...first thing, his metal arm is a definite bonus. If we could get him some oil in the next city, he'd be able to use it to its full potential..."

"And that matters...why?" She asks, clearly unimpressed.

"Well, back when he was still a vigilante at large, he'd kill his targets per their crime," I explain.

"Okay, what does that have to do with his arm?"

"Well, if it were a rapist, he'd shatter their pelvis with his fist," I explain. Her eyes widen a bit at that, and I can tell that she's impressed. "If it were a murderer or serial killer, he'd shatter their hands and let them bleed out. But if it were a corrupt official - like someone dealing with these criminals or just letting them go - he shattered their skulls."

She cringes at that one, but seems confused. "So...they exiled him? He said he went after a higher-up - why wouldn't they just kill him?"

"That's the thing," I respond. "In Elvish law, when a crime is severe enough to invoke the possibility of execution, you can't perform that execution without enough votes. If the majority - and by majority I mean like seven eighths of the voters - vote yes, then they're killed. But because he cleaned up one of the worst Elvish cities of a shitload of criminals, a lot of people voted against the execution. As such, it defaulted to exile - which sucked for his arm, because it's hard to get your hands on Elvan oil in human cities. The only way to do that is if you're an Elf - unless, of course, you've been exiled."

She nods, but frowns once more. "So...how would we get him oil?"

I grin at that one, and rummage through my backpack until I find a certificate. I clear my throat before reading aloud the only part that matters: "We hereby decree Peter Barcklan as an honorary Elvish citizen, with rights to restricted Elvish products within human cities."

"I knew I made a good choice taking you as my slave," she remarks, a rather self-satisfied grin playing its way across her lips. "You may serve some purpose yet, you foolish fisherman."

"Ah-hey! I nearly failed geography, what'd you expect?" I counter, blushing furiously as she chuckles lightly at my expense.

"Alright. This elf will accompany us." She throws me a smirk. "And he will be your superior."

"What!?" My shoulders sag. "C'mon - what!?"

"I can't be expected to baby-sit you all time, now, can I?" She teases. But she turns all business after a moment. "But, seriously - that shit at the lake last night was fucking stupid, and I'm not going to sit there and watch your ass all day."

"I'm sure you'd like to, though," I tease her.

"I think you have our roles confused."

"Fair enough."

She pinches the bridge of her nose in clear exasperation. "Ugh...come on, we'll tell this vigilante guy that he can come with us."

I nod, and we go to do just that. When we do as such, he simply gulps and nods.

"Uh...alright," he mutters. I frown as he wearily stands. What is he so scared of? He's gone against the toughest serial killers and rapists, and he can barely even -

Oh, right - dragon. Duh.

"Where...are we going, exactly?" He asks, sweat visible on his brow as he packs his meager supplies.

"To meet an old friend of mine," Nightwing announces. "I'll explain why on the way."

The elf gulps and nods, and begins to follow as Nightwing turns and walks away. I hang back to talk to the elf before Nightwing starts explaining everything.

"Just...show her respect, and everything should be fine, okay?" I feel a sharp tug on my leash, and I grumble to myself before rushing to catch up. "C'mon - you've got a lot to listen to."

The elf audibly sighs as he moves to catch up. He probably thinks we're going for some sort of social visit. Hah. If only.

If only there weren't some fucking bullshit with the end of the world and some Void crap and then the fact that I have control over it and fuck this shit in general!

But I digress. Right now, I just have to focus on not tripping over myself while Nightwing tugs on the leash.

~~~~~~~~

Later...

"So...wait...this shit is happening and the world is coming to an end, and you're visiting an old friend of yours!?" Demetrius demands, exasperated. "What the hell - what are you thinking!? You should contact the Elves - something! This is useless!"

I silently bow my head and pray for the brave vigilante's soul as Nightwing stops walking. I turn to catch a glimpse at his face, and find that the epitome of "oh shit" is scrawled across it. I don't think anything could prepare him for the ensuing burn.

"You foolish elf...you did not even know what the Void was. What makes you think your worthless race would be able to help in this matter? There is no Elvish research on the Void, because the dragons wiped them out long before you lot showed up, waving about your technology and claiming superiority. We are going to my friend because he is able to read the Spectrum more accurately - something else you elves never knew of - and also because this human exhibits control over the Void, and I hope to know why, and if we can use that to our advantage."

The elf goes pale and stares at me. I shrug. "Yeah, I don't know why I have control over it, either, so don't stress yourself over it."

"Don't stress myself..." The Elf shakes his head, clearly unfazed by Nightwing's cautionary roasting, after which her onslaught turns physical. He's a braver, and more foolish, man than I am. "The world is ending! How are you so laid back about it!?"

"Because I am entirely confident that by amplifying and utilizing Peter's inherent ability, we can stop them," Nightwing declares.

"And because either way, I'll die a slave without a family, so fuck it," I add in.

Demetrius looks between the two of us. "Uh...okay, wow, two ends of the spectrum there," he mutters.

Nightwing and I shrug, and Demetrius sighs. "Well, I guess we're all in the same boat now, aren't we?" He remarks. "I'm not about to back out of this - not when I realize we have a fighting chance to stop this thing, and especially when I find out that you two are the only hopes to stop it..."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I demand, glaring at the arrogant elf.

"Yes, please - do tell," Nightwing reciprocates. I back away a bit as flames curl from her nostrils. Never a good sign.

"Uh...I...that is, I, uh...I..." The elf gulps back his fear, and I have to admit I sort of sympathize with him. I've only had her that angry at me once: last night. So it's fresh in my mind.

"I just...well, you don't have a plan! I didn't mean that you were inadequate, I meant that your lack of a plan was inadequate!" I nod in approval. Nice save. I'll have to save that "you're not inadequate" excuse for later...However, I feel obligated to remind him of our plan.

"Our plan for now is to reach Nightwing's friend," I remind him. "Once we get there, we'll make a legitimate plan. Until then, we're completely in the dark about...well...any of this."




A Dragon's Slave Ch. 04



"Our plan right now is to get to our destination alive," Nightwing announces, turning the mood rather somber. "And to keep Peter alive until we get there. Which is the main reason as to why I recruited you."

"Recruited me?" He asks, somewhat taken aback.

"I can change that to 'enslaved you' if you wish," Nightwing growls. Demetrius shuts up. "In any case, I am unfamiliar with this humanoid body, and rely upon my draconic abilities in any sort of combat - such as against alligators." I blush and turn away. "But you...from what Peter has told me of your past actions, you are quite adept at hand-to-hand combat. I would prefer for you to train him so that he is no longer constantly endangered."

"Uh...huh..." Demetrius nods to himself. "Well...when would you want me to start training him?"

"I can get you some oil for your arm," I interject. "I think we should start after that - so that that way, your arm isn't damaged."

"Y...You can get me oil?"

"Elvish citizen, baby," I respond with a smirk. The smirk dies as I turn to Nightwing. "Remind me to never use the term 'baby' again, please."

"Gladly." Clearly, she didn't like it either.

Demetrius looks between us, undoubtedly confused by our relationship. I have to admit, I'm right there with him - sometimes I don't know whether Nightwing tolerates me or treasures me.

We fall into silence as we continue to walk through the forest, the only conversation passing between us being brief and sporadic.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Later...

As we begin to set up camp under the moonlit night, Demetrius volunteers to hunt. I nod to him, to exhausted to really say anything in return.

"I can't believe you're still out of shape," Nightwing remarks. "We've been walking every day for the past week and a half, and yet you're still out of breath at the end of the day."

"You try walking with that shit on your back," I grumble, gesturing towards my backpack.

"Respect," Nightwing reminds me, menacingly. I nod, giving her a hurried apology as I start to sit. "And if it bothers you that much, you shouldn't have packed so much stuff."

"Yeah, well..." I sigh. "I've always sort of over-packed."

She nods, and it doesn't surprise me in the slightest as she leans over and begins to massage my crotch. "I know something else you can over-pack..."

I grin and nod at her innuendo. "That's better," I remark. "See? You're getting the hang of it now!"

"I still hate this language," she remarks. "It makes everything so over-complicated...whereas I could just say 'slave fuck me', I have to lead into it with some sort of crap..."

"Yeah, but it's good practice," I remind her. "And besides, it's better to get used to it now than sounding like a weirdo when we've finally reached a city..."

She nods. "I suppose I should thank you for keeping your mind on my social success..." She snaps out of the conversation as she squeezes my slowly-erecting penis through my pants. "But, seriously, I'm horny. Fuck me."

I sigh as I make a show out of begrudgingly complying. Unfortunately, it doesn't go over well.

"You do not have the authority to deny me, human," she growls. "I demand that you strip immediately, so that I may appease my lust."

"I was just joking," I assure her as I begin to strip. "Don't worry..."

She cocks an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed as she moves closer to me and begins to undress herself in our nightly ritual. My cock throbs into life as I see her breasts about to break free, and my heart beats faster as blood rushes to my organ. I reach over to touch her side, and -

"Uh, what are you two doing?"

Nightwing and I freeze, both of us in the middle of taking our shirts off. My boner is clearly tenting my pants, and Nightwing's blush is causing her face to glow, which is actually illuminating my bulge. Nightwing and I remain frozen, but manage to remember to pull our shirts back on at the last second.

"Uh...nothing," I respond, my face actually hurting from the blush. My dick hurts from lust, too, but that's a different story.

"Really? 'Cus it looks to me like you two aren't slave and master," he remarks with a smirk. "To me, it looks like you're lovers."

"Never!" Nightwing exclaims, at the same time that I remark, "I wish."

"What?" She looks at me, seemingly shocked by my remark.

"If we were lovers, I wouldn't be a slave anymore," I remind her. "Duh."

"Oh, thank goodness," she sighs, her hand pressed to her chest. "I think that scared me more than the Void..."

I chuckle, but return to silence as I remember that Demetrius is still there.

"Then...what are you two, exactly?"

"He's my sex slave," Nightwing announces.

"Ah," he remarks. "Well, I seem to have walked into quite the conundrum. Should I just...give you two some time?"

"Nah, it's okay," I respond.

"Yes," Nightwing responds. I look to her in shock, and she glares at me.

"How dare you speak for me," she growls.

"Nightwing - that's rude!" I exclaim. "I mean, you don't just tell someone to go away like that! I thought you said you wanted to learn how to behave in public!"

"This is not in public! And how dare you speak to me like that, slave - show some respect!"

After a few moments of arguing, I look up with a huff and notice that Demetrius is gone. "Great - you scared him away! Our only chance of training me how to survive out here, and you went and ruined it!"

"Hey, you hadn't even thought of it, so don't go acting like it was your idea or something!"

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Demetrius:

I take a deep breath to steel my nerves before going back into the campsite with my catch.

"Hey - I got some rabbits," I announce.

"See? I didn't scare him away - he was getting rabbits! Just like usual, always jumping to assumptions - like that it was safe to fish at that lake last night!"

I shake my head as they carry on, the argument growing more heated as Peter grows more flustered. And they say they aren't lovers...they're squabbling like an old married -

Peter lets out a cry of pain, and I realize that this wasn't squabbling. Blood drips from the gash on his cheek, and I can't help but cringe at the sight of the injury. "Learn your place, slave," Nightwing growls, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and hoisting him into the air. Peter whimpers in fear, and I find myself withdrawing into the shadows, but remain frozen in fear. "If you ever attempt to speak to me like I am an equal, or an inferior, or anything other than a superior, ever again, I will tear your fucking arm off - do you understand me?"

"Y-yes..." He whimpers, still holding his cheek.

"Yes, what?" The frightening dragoness demands.

"Y-y-yes, ma'am..."

"Good," she grunts, before unceremoniously dropping him onto the ground. She approaches the fire the two of them had started earlier, and gives me a glare that turns my bones to jello.

"Well? Get cooking, elf!"

I nod, scurrying about my task in fear of what Nightwing will do to me. Peter slowly approaches, and makes a point of sitting farther away from her, almost like a dog that had been scorned by its master.

"Don't burn mine," she growls. I nod, and begin to cook the meat as Peter stares into the flame, undoubtedly considering the wisdom of surrendering to the dragoness - if what they told me of their initial meeting is true.

Having cooked the current rabbit to a golden perfection, I hand it off to Nightwing. She nods, and accepts it, glaring pointedly at Peter, at which point he blushes. I don't know what the story is behind that, but it can't be good.

I watch in awe as she absolutely devours the animal, and remember that she could easily do that to me, too. I gulp as I cook the next one, and decide to give it to Peter, who accepts it with a nod and a mumbled gratitude. The poor kid needs it more than I do, after - wait, what the hell is he doing?

"Here," he mutters, giving half of his rabbit to Nightwing. Nightwing and I both look at him in shock.

"Peter...I...what?"

"Wasn't that one of our rules?" He asks, neglecting to look directly at her. "If...if I disrespect you, I have to give you half of my dinner..."

I stare at Peter, completely taken aback by his willing punishment. Perhaps...perhaps in reality, he actually cares for Nightwing in some...strange, Stockholm way?

Nightwing clearly has the same idea, but it strikes her in a much more dramatic fashion, as she spreads her wings and takes to the skies without a word. The current of air from her powerful flaps immediately puts out the fire - before I can even cook my own rabbit. Damn these people and their drama...

As I go about manually starting the fire, Peter simply tosses the half of the rabbit he was going to give to his dragoness master down, and eats the half he kept for himself. I watch him in curiosity, and eventually the question bursts forth.

"Peter..." I begin, struggling to find the right words. I decide that being blunt is the best choice here. "Do...Do you love Nightwing?"

He scoffs at that. "No; no I don't love her," he responds. "It's just...I care about her, and I'm loyal to her. Partly because she spared my life, and I'm in her debt..." He shrugs. "And partly because I'm scared of her."

"But...why do you care about her?"

"Fucking someone enough tends to have that effect," he responds, matter-of-factly. I cringe slightly at the thought of them...nevermind.

"Also, it's just...she's so remarkably human, and even though she won't admit it...I know that she's scared."

"Of what? What could SHE possibly be afraid of?" I hate to admit it, but I'm being drawn more and more into the details of their relationship - I find it incredibly intriguing.

"Of being human," he responds. "Or...at least part human. It's just..." He motions towards his own head. "The ratio of the size of her hippocampus to the rest of her brain is way bigger now that she's a humanoid - as well as the rest of her glands. The concentration of hormones in her body...it's completely different than what she's used to, which means that her lust, her tendency to experience intense emotions, the intensity of all her emotions...all of it has sky-rocketed, and she doesn't really know how to deal with it." 

He looks to the sky, undoubtedly searching for a sign of the dragoness. "I...I try to look out for her, but sometimes, that scares her even more, because I think she misunderstands the basic gratitude she feels for...something different. And...it scares her."

I nod, the pieces finally falling into place. "So...that's also why she uses you as a sex slave. Because her new libido makes her constantly horny..."

"You have no idea," he sighs. He continues to watch the sky, and I focus on cooking my own rabbit.

A few moments pass before Peter speaks up, startling me out of my reverie. "It's interesting, isn't it?" I don't say anything as I wait for him to elaborate. "We started as total strangers...and now, we're conversing like old friends...all because one dragoness scares us shitless."

I can't help but chuckle lightly and agree. It seems that fear is a powerful bonding agent...

The next hour or so passes in silence, and I manage to cook my rabbit exactly how I like it and chow it down. I look up to Peter to see if he's okay, and find that he's fallen asleep. I sigh to myself as I extinguish the flames, and recline against a nearby tree.

This...this is a risky investment. I know I said I wouldn't back out, what with the end of the world sort of rounding the corner on us, but...I don't know if the three of us alone could handle it, and I'm sure as hell not reaching out to the Elves for help...

Still, the promise of oil for my arm is alluring...perhaps I'll stick with them until my arm is nice and taken care of, and then slip away with some spare oil and try to live out any time I have left...that is, before the world ends, of course.

I sigh as I massage my sore shoulder, where metal and skin meet. I take a deep breath, and wait for sleep to take me.

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Nightwing:

I enter the campsite as silent as a whisper, but only after I know that both Peter and the elf have fallen asleep.

My wings furl to my sides, the leathery membranes swishing silently as they collapse. I kneel down and pick up the half of rabbit that Peter had willingly given me. I had forgotten all about that rule, and yet he had willingly subjected himself to punishment for disrespecting me...

I look to him, and realize that perhaps...respect isn't just about showing reverence. Maybe respect...maybe respect is also fighting with someone when you're trying to teach them something. Maybe respect...is a lot more flexible than I originally thought. 

I sigh as I silently approach the unconscious human. These emotions...I still do not understand them, and I doubt I ever will have a complete understanding of them. In that regard, I suppose humans are better than dragons - even the most irrational one seem to have a rudimentary understanding of their own emotions, whereas I...like I overheard Peter saying to Demetrius, I can't even differentiate gratitude from...something else entirely...

I bow my head in exasperation. I don't know if I can handle being human for much longer...

Casting a glance at Peter, I realize that...I don't have to handle it alone. I...I may not be ready to admit to him that I...I rely on him for stability, but...I can cover it up by ordering him to assist me in handling my emotions...

I smirk to myself. He'd probably see right through that...like he always does, whenever I'm scared or worried. Sometimes, I swear he can see the Spectrum, as well...

I sigh to myself as I toss the rabbit half away and lie down next to Peter, not making contact with him at all, yet secretly hoping that he'll wake up and...well...honestly, I wouldn't mind him just, ah...'eating me out', as he puts it. Good thing he's already so willing to help with my libido...

I sigh as I settle into the ground, and prepare for a restless sleep. I have no doubt that I will be plagued by strange dreams yet again, full of both draconic violence and human serenity...

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So, what did you guys think? I'm trying hard to not make it a cliché "slave and master fall in love" thing, as I really never wanted it to be that - I wanted it to be that a dragon turned human relies on her slave to achieve stability, and they develop a greater appreciation for one another that never really approaches love.

In any case, I rather enjoyed writing this chapter, and writing it really picked up my mood. I had been feeling down for the past few days, and just going all out on a huge chapter really helped to soothe me.

In any case, look out for the next chapter!



A Dragon's Slave Ch. 05



I'm woken up by a light nudging. I crack open my eyes, and see that Peter is kneeling next to me. I sigh as I stretch and ask what he wants.

"Could we go for a walk?" He asks, uncertainly. I frown as I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes as I yawn.

"Huh?" I mumble, confused as to why he would wake me so early. The events that lead up to my impromptu flight are still fresh in my mind, so I'm somewhat doubtful that he simply wants to go for a stroll.

"Before Demetrius wakes up," he iterates. "Please?"

I look to the sky, and see that the very first vestiges of sunlight are starting to show over the horizon.

It's too fucking early for this, but...I suppose I owe the pestering human at least this much.

"Fine," I mutter, standing with yet another yawn. I shake my head to clear it of any sleepiness, and stretch to get my blood flowing. "Lead the way..."

Peter nods appreciatively, and I bend to pick up the leather restraints for his wrists. He stops me, and simply grasps ahold of my hand. I blush slightly, but follow nonetheless.

We continue wordlessly through the trees, side by side and holding hands. I feel his thumb gently rubbing my scales, and I can't help but smile. It feels pleasant - yet another nuance of human life that I've begun to enjoy...

After a small while, we reach a clearing with a small rock in the center. Peter lets go of my hand and takes a step back.

"I'd like to ask for a favor."

I nod, yet frown in confusion when he pulls a golden ring from his pocket.

"This is my mother's wedding ring," he announces, holding it as if it were a precious jewel. I feel a jolt of confusion. Why is he showing it to me? Does he mean for me to have it? But wouldn't that be weird? I don't know if he'd be able to handle a rejection...

"I'd like for you to -" ohhhhh no, hear it comes "-destroy it."

Wait, what?

I vocalize my confusion.

"My father, he...he broke my mother," the human sighs. "He...well, I don't know what he did, but I do know that right before my mom and I managed to leave the city, she was starting to deteriorate. She was despondent, she wouldn't do anything, she wouldn't even react when my father started cheating on her..."

I watch him as he approaches the rock in the center of the clearing, and gingerly places the jewelry on its dull surface.

"When we went to that village, my father didn't even try to stop us. He just...didn't care. And my mother just kept blindly devoting herself to him..." He sighs as he retreats from the rock.

"She was suffering so much, Nightwing...she could barely even wake up without being in pain, both emotionally and physically..."

I frown as I reach out for him, placing a single hand on his shoulder. I hate seeing him upset - it's harrowing, and it makes me anxious. 

"But...but you put her out of her misery."

"Huh?" I was not expecting such a proclamation from the human.

"I don't care if it wasn't your original intention, you still spared her a life of pain," he continues. "I was hoping she would just go in her sleep, peacefully, and forget her pain..."

I frown as I awkwardly grip Peter's shoulder. So...he's happy that I killed his mother?

"I know that it seems wrong, but...I don't care." He clenches his fist, and grasps my forearm. I look into his eyes and see tears beginning in the corners of his eyes. "You did something for me that I can never repay, Nightwing. And that is why I will always be in your debt.

"That is why I will always be loyal to you. That is why I take any punishment you give me without question, and why I will always be by your side, as your slave. That's why last night, I..." He falls silent, and we both know that it doesn't need to be said. I smile, feeling lighthearted with his forgiveness in mind.

I watch him, remaining silent as he gives his speech. "And now, I want just one more thing, Nightwing. I want you to melt that wedding ring – not because I hate my father, but because..." He sighs, looking away as if what he's saying is wrong. "Because I want to be free of my mother's problems..."

I'm about to reply, but he continues. "I mean, it's not like I didn't care, it's just...it caused her to suffer, so much. Every night she'd look at that ring, and wonder what went wrong – she thought it was her fault. I...I just don't want to linger on it like my mother did." 

He turns to me, fresh tears in his eyes as he grips my arm. "I mean, my father was, he was...he was great to me, Nightwing. He sent me to the best school in Amallhia, he...he's the reason I have an Elvish citizenship, he..."

The human chokes back a sob, and I suddenly find myself at a loss. I've never had to comfort him before – well, besides maybe having sex with him when he seems scared or nervous, if only to make sure he does what he has to. (And also because I'm always horny.) 

But for some reason, I feel that sex wouldn't be the appropriate choice here. I don't fully understand why, but to keep a level head, Peter needs something...different.

"He was a great father, and...sometimes, I just...I just can't believe that he was such a terrible husband to my mother..." He gestures to the ring again. "That's why I want that melted...so I can remember him as my father, instead...instead of the man that hurt my mother."

I nod, and immediately melt the ring. I would linger on the details, but melting gold isn't very spectacular. I only have a fleeting wish that I had been able to add it to my horde instead of melting it, but for now Peter's wish is my priority.

Once I've returned to Peter, he smiles and pulls me into a hug. "Thank you," he says, surprising me with a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Nightwing...for everything..."

It's then that I have a sudden realization.

I have never once truly thanked Peter.

The thought hits me suddenly and unexpectedly. I've never concerned myself with thanking anyone before. As a dragon, the idea of gratitude seemed foolish, and wasteful. But now, as I think back on how Peter has lived true to his word to always be loyal, I realize that he will always be loyal to me, no matter what. And because of that undying loyalty, I have enough gratitude to fill my old castle lair, several times over.

An overbearing urge to express this gratitude sweeps through me, and I submit to it. I know what I must do to fulfill this urge, so I subtly begin to loosen the straps on the back of my shirt. Pulling out of the hug, I look him right in the eyes and smile, focusing on how well he's treated me and forcing myself to act and move as seductively as possible

"No, Peter...thank you. You are such a brilliant, fantastic, amazing slave. You've seen to my every need, pandered to my every whim, and satisfied my every desire. And now..." 

I place a hand on his chest, and crawl closer to him until I've forced him onto his back, crouching over his form in an incredibly sensual manner that sends my heart into excited thumps of anticipation. I give him my best sultry grin as I stare him in the eye.

"I will satisfy your desires," I whisper to him, my lips barely brushing against his. He begins to blush, his breaths deepen and his heart quickens. He looks between my lips and my eyes, and licks his lips as he gingerly reaches up to place a hand on my side. I close the last few centimeters between us as our lips make contact, and I immediately thrust my tongue between his lips, wrestling with his tongue in my newfound throes of passion. My pussy begins to throb with excitement, and I slowly strip myself of my garments.

After a few seconds, we're both completely nude and I'm still on top of him, my moist and warm pussy lips pressing just against his throbbing, heated cock. I teasingly kiss him again, grinding against his shaft and slightly separating the lips of my cunt as I let his meat stimulate me. I feel my cheeks grow flushed, and I begin to pant.

Peter and I make eye contact, and as we kiss again I feel a new jolt of excitement from within my core. It shakes me, and I bite my lip as I slowly lift my hips. He takes the hint and aims his cock before I slowly slide myself down, and we both moan as the real fun begins.

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Demetrius:

I crawl through the underbrush, making sure not to make too much noise. I follow where I think the sound of Nightwing breathing fire originated from, hoping that I can find it and ensure that there is no further violence between those two.

Eventually, I hear their voices from what seems to be a clearing, and quickly hide behind a bush that gives me a decent view of the two of them. Peter and Nightwing seem to be hugging on the ground, but the dragoness eventually withdraws from the hug.

As they begin to descend, and I see the smile playing across Nightwing's lips, I decide that I should probably go. But as I feel my breath catch in my throat and my heart quicken, I realize that the view from this bush is better than I originally thought.

Gulping in both nervousness and anticipation, I slowly begin to undo the fly of my pants, my heart speeding up as I watch them kiss. Eventually, they begin to undress, and I inhale sharply as those beautiful globes come free, and I see their majesty in full for the first time. I feel my mouth water slightly, and it gets worse as I notice Peter's full, hard cock. I suddenly feel very empty, so I slowly slide my hand down past my pant line...

And gently part the already-wet lips of my pussy.

My eyes close as I shudder, and the sensation heightens as I decide to pull my shirt off and undo the binding on my breasts. I nearly sigh aloud as my petite tits are given their oh-so-needed relief, and the cold night air nips and tickles at the perky nipples that tip off my C-cup breasts.

Tweaking at a nipple with one hand and slowly circling my love hole with the other, I watch as Nightwing's beautiful cunt rubs against Peter's shaft. As I begin to pant, I become irritated by the male voice escaping from my throat, and reach up to my Adam's apple. I quickly peel off the false lump and place it on the ground, careful not to ruin the fine medical tape that holds the voice-adjusting module on the throat. My vocal cords quickly readjust, and I find myself shivering as my familiar feminine moans and pants come through. I make sure to keep my voice down, but I doubt they'd hear me over their own music.

My eyes widen as Nightwing impales herself on Peter's cock, and I quickly slide a finger into my cunt to compensate for my profound lack of an eager dick. I quickly shove a second and third finger in, my pussy making lewd squelching noises as I roughly pull at a nipple and try my damndest to fill my weeping vagina.

Nightwing's wings extend as she bounces on Peter's pole, and the sweat pouring from my face begins to weaken the similar medical tape that holds my mask on. Letting out an irritated grunt, I quickly tear off the form-fitting veil, revealing my effeminate cheekbones and small lips to the night sky.

As I shed my disguise for the first time in several years, I can't help but experience a sense of freedom that makes my heart soar higher than Peter and Nightwing's rampant fucking ever could. Nevertheless, the view and sound of Nightwing's cunt sucking at Peter's dick are a close second.

I watch Peter's face closely as Nightwing and he elevate the volume of their moans to screams. I need to know when he's cumming so I can pack it up and be back to the camp before they find out about my, ah, slight voyeuristic adventure. It makes me wonder why I didn't stop and watch the first night I saw them about to go at it...

I shove a fourth finger into my hole and grind my clit against my thumb as I see Peter near his climax. I try as hard as I can to reach my own as he does, but I just can't quite seem to get there. Nightwing seems to have no problem with it, however, as she roars and breathes fire into the air, and releases a visible amount of fluid onto Peter's chest, legs, and the ground. I see milky white semen escaping from her snatch as Peter shoves into her and cums, as well.

I mewl to myself at the unfairness, but stop as I notice that Peter is now sitting up, sucking at Nightwing's left tit while he plays with the other, still humping away inside of her. If anything, instead of tired, he seems even more excited.

My eyes roll back into my head, and I barely contain my moans of agonizing pleasure as my pussy tries to milk my fingers. I keep going, however, my arousal simply hitting a new high as Peter and Nightwing continue to fuck. I only wish my metal arm weren't so cold against my breast...

Peter cums twice more, Nightwing thrice, and myself only once more as time carries on. However, it seems as if my last orgasm was too loud, as Nightwing stops Peter and stands, letting his still-erect cock kiss the night air. Peter pants and shudders, and visibly resists jacking himself off as he cools down from a near-orgasm.

I think of running, but the thought escapes as Nightwing grabs me by the arm and pulls me out of the bush. She looks me over, and roughly tosses me towards Peter. I stumble, and barely manage to keep my balance as my knees shake.

"Do you recognize her?" Nightwing asks Peter.

"No," Peter mumbles, clearly delirious. A faint smirk plays across Nightwing's lips.

"Why were you watching us?" The imposing dragoness demands. I find myself staring at both her tits and Peter's cock, and swallow as I form a hesitant lie of an answer.

"I...I was passing through, and...I...I saw you two, and I...I couldn't resist."

Nightwing grunts, and grins as she grips me by the arm and tosses me to the ground. I wince in pain as I go to all fours, but shudder in pleasure as I feel a firm slap across my ass.

"Slave, get over here and fuck her."

I gasp, partly out of pleasant surprise, but mostly because Nightwing spanks me again.

"Fuck her until she can barely walk. We'll show her what happens when she watches."

I look over at Peter, and lick my lips as his shining cock throbs. Nightwing pushes me on my back as Peter approaches, his judgment (thankfully) addled by lust, and I gasp as he immediately slips his cock into my cunt. I try to watch him as he begins to thrust, but my view is overtaken by Nightwing's plump ass as she sits on my face, her vagina dripping her spicy juice into my open mouth. I whimper slightly, and cringe as she pushes her hips against my cheeks.

"Lick me," Nightwing harshly commands. Grasping her legs and separating her beautifully meaty thighs, I gladly set to work. I can vaguely hear Peter and Nightwing kiss above me as my cunt is ravaged by his cock, and my face chafed and defiled by her thighs.

I don't think I've ever been more excited in my life.

I eagerly lap up her juices, the spiciness and hotness of her cunt quickly becoming damn near addicting as I greedily slurp away. I hear Nightwing and Peter begin to speak above me.

"Ohh, she's good," Nightwing moans.

"Tell me about it...so fucking tight, Nightwing..." Peter lets out a pant, and I let out a scream into the dragon's muff as he goes deeper than before. He begins to release his seed into me, and I cum around his cock, eagerly taking his jizz as my tongue loses its strength for a moment.

"I didn't know you had this in you," Peter grunts. "You're acting so incredibly hot, Night..."

Nightwing simply moans in response, and I hear them start to kiss again. I shudder as Nightwing cums on my face, and cum in return as Peter continues to fuck me.

I lose track of time after a while, and whimper as I feel Peter withdraw from me. I feel sore and abused in all the right places, and my tongue is puffy and irritated with the hotness of Nightwing's juices. I lick my lips as she stands, and collapse onto my back as I watch her gently lay Peter down against a tree. I pant as my heart struggles to calm.

After a little while, Nightwing approaches me, clearly struggling to retain consciousness as she kneels next to me. She grins maliciously, and leans down to whisper into my ear.

"Peter may have been delirious with pleasure and not recognized you," she whispers, already causing me to shudder, "but I knew full well it was you the whole time." I fearfully look into Nightwing's eyes, and she grins as she slides her finger across my pussy, causing me to shudder violently and moan. "Now, get back to camp, and don't mention this to Peter. And I expect an audience the next time Peter and I fuck."

I nod, quickly standing with a significant amount of difficulty before retreating into the woods. I dry off using whatever and quickly replace my mask and pitch-adjuster before redressing. I hurry through the trees, and flop down by the smoldering fire.

I grin to myself as I absentmindedly rub my cum-leaking cunt through my pants. I chose the right dragon and slave to travel with...

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Nightwing:

I giggle to myself as I walk back over to Peter. I don't know where that came from, but it was amazing...

I grin in satisfaction as I wrap my arm around Peter's waist and cuddle into his side. He smiles and wraps an arm around me.

"I don't think I've ever done anything so crazy in my life," he announces. I nod in return. "I hope we meet her again someday..."

"Oh, I have a pretty good feeling that we will," I respond. I grin as I drift into a fulfilled sleep.

Walking later will be interesting for the three of us, wouldn't you say?

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So, what'd you guys think? And yes, there is an actual reason for Demetrius being a girl; and yes there will be fallout from this. So it won't be a whole "oh hey we totally fucked last night high five" sorta thing. Stuff will happen, but don't worry about that now.

What you need to worry about is your schoolwork, young man/lady/banana/monkey wrench! Now get back to studying before I write about you getting fucked in the creepiest way possible! 



A Dragon's Slave Ch. 06



I stretch and yawn as I wake up, feeling well-rested and quite satisfied. Nightwing isn't cuddling against me, but it doesn't really worry or concern me – she's probably just cleaning herself or something.

I scratch at my bare back, resenting my choice not to redress myself before falling asleep after our...experience. The bark from the tree has scratched small patterns into my back, and it's quite irritating.

After stretching again, I decide to stand and walk to the nearby stream. Luckily it's just by the clearing. I glance at the small rock on which Nightwing had melted my mothers' wedding ring. The gold shines in the morning light. I return my attention to cleaning off the dried up liquids on my legs and chest.

I take a deep breath as I enter the water. It's fucking cold as hell – I can actually feel my balls receding into my body, as if to shout "no, please – don't put us in there!" I steel my nerves before plunging in, gritting my teeth as I begin to shiver. I quickly rub myself with a smooth stone, because I read it in a book once. I don't really know if it works, but I do know that my limbs feel a bit more limber. And fucking cold.

I smile bitterly as the cold brings a sharp awareness to my mind. Standing in the water and preparing to leave the cold, a sudden pang of guilt hits me as I think upon the intense encounter that occurred earlier.

That woman – we raped her. I know it doesn't really seem like it, because she enjoyed it, but that doesn't change the fact that she didn't give us consent. I shiver as I step out of the water, preoccupied by my thoughts as the cold hits me like a whip.

That woman is probably crying somewhere in the woods right now – probably feeling defiled and disgusted at the depravity of the act. I hope she's okay...I'd hate for –

Holy fuck that is a cold fucking breeze. I begin to shiver uncontrollably, and I realize that I should have waited for Nightwing to get back before cleaning myself as I huddle against the tree I was sleeping on, seeking any sort of warmth as I hug my knees to my chattering chin.

After what seems to be an eternity, and after my nose has started to run and my fingers have gone numb, I hear heavy thuds on the ground. I'm suddenly enveloped in a ferocious warmth that immediately stops my shivering and forces a relieved sigh from my lips.

"You fucking idiot!" Nightwing hisses at me, her wings wrapped around my form as she grasps my arms tight. "How long were you shivering like that!?"

I try to form words, but my lips are still too numb to do so. The dragoness sighs as she pulls me closer to her. I feel her clothes and scales rub against my skin, and I instinctively cuddle into her, seeking all the warmth I can find.

After a few moments, she relinquishes her grip on me and allows for me to dress myself. She sits down next to me once I'm done, and sighs. "You know, Peter, you're smart and all..." She casts me a sidelong glance. "But you are a complete and total moron."

We share a half-hearted chuckle, and she eventually starts to lean against me, her eyes occasionally drifting closed. I wrap an arm around her, and we smile in the embrace.

After a little while, Nightwing begins to fidget a bit. I move to accommodate her, looking down as she lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.

"You okay?" I ask. She sits up, and I relinquish my hold on her. She stares into the trees with a vacant stare, seemingly occupied in thought. I wait for her to speak, sitting up straight as I prepare for a conversation. 

"I'm confused," Nightwing finally announces. I wait for her to elaborate. "Last night...we had fun. And...that girl enjoyed it, she did - her Spectrum even denoted that she wanted to participate." Well, that eliminates my concern of rape.

"But...there's something I...something I did, and said, uh...after." Her cheeks begin to glow, and I notice that her face has mostly reverted to a more humanesque form. Her hair is starting to grow back, and is a light dusting of gold on her head. But that's not what matters right now.

"What'd you do? And, uh, say?"

Nightwing stands with a sigh, and begins to pace. "I don't want to tell you," she mutters. "But I also do want to tell you, because I feel it would be wrong not to..." She sighs again and turns to me. "But, if I do, I'd miss out on something I really wanted to do..."

I frown as she continues to pace, her tail dragging a jagged line in the dirt. I stand as well, watching her in concern. 

"Well, if you feel that it's wrong not to tell me, then, well..." I shrug. "Do you whatever you think is right, I guess. I mean, it's really not up to me, y'know?"

Nightwing stops pacing and turns to stare at me. Her tail nervously thumps the ground as she thinks, her arms crossed across her chest and a frown dancing across her lips. I remain silent as she thinks, waiting for her to decide.

"Oh, to hell with it," she sighs, sitting down on the rock she had melted my mother's wedding band on. I sit down next to her, after making sure that the gold has completely solidified.

"I was planning on toying with you," she sighs. I ask her what the hell she's talking about. She sighs, and seems to brace herself.

"The girl...from last night...that was Demetrius."

At first, I laugh. But then it hits me like a metal arm. Attached to an elf. An elf's metal arm. The metal arm of an elf I know.

"The metal arm," I groan, pressing my face into my palms. "How the fuck did I not notice the metal arm!?"

"Well, you were...really out of it. You weren't paying much attention to anything but sex."

I groan and shake my head. "Fuck, I can't believe..." I release a hefty sigh. "So, what - he's a transgender or something? But he had breasts, or, uh, she did...and a feminine voice! And face!"

"I don't know how, but I do know that I planned on toying with you by teasing her with sexual innuendos," she mutters. "I...I even told her that...I wanted her to watch us from now on..."

I sigh, and Nightwing's cheeks glow a brilliant gold. "Well, I'm glad you told me now - it'll help us avoid one hell of an awkward situation..."

"Awkward? Wouldn't it have been sexy?" Nightwing asks. I frown in confusion. 

"I thought you told me so you could avoid an awkward situation." I scratch my head. "Why'd you tell me, then?"

"I told you because..." She looks away from me, her cheeks glowing even brighter as she does. "Because I don't like lying to you..."

I blink in surprise, speechless for a moment as I stare at the back of her head. "Nightwing, I -"

"And to be honest, I don't understand why." She sighs, resting her elbows on her knees as she runs at her temple. "It gives me a fucking headache..."

I frown as I place my hand on her shoulder. "I know, I know - it's because I'm becoming more human," she sighs, anticipating what I was going to say. "I just...it's just confusing sometimes. I...I'm still getting used to..." She waves her arm in a sweeping motion, gesturing to herself. "All of it..."

I smile in sympathy as I sit behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I keep my legs open, and she leans back into me with a sigh as I embrace her.

"I'll help you out, alright?" I softly remind her. She nods, and I just can't resist from such a great vantage point - I kiss her on the nape of her neck, softly brushing my lips across her beautiful scales. She leans into it with a sigh.

"I do enjoy the benefits of being human, however," she mutters as she rests her head on my shoulder. I smile, but harden myself as I realize that we have to get moving.

"C'mon," I mutter, prompting Nightwing to get up. "We've got to get walking - we don't have forever."

She agrees with a huff of resignation. "Fine," she mutters. I chuckle lightly as we stand and start to walk. We don't say anything else on the way to camp, but I can tell that we're both asking ourselves the same question:

What the hell are we going to say to Demetrius?

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Demetrius

I shift uncomfortably in my pants. Until recently, they were soiled in the remnants of sex. Now, they're almost dry after a thorough soaking in a nearby river.

I finish my meager breakfast of some blueberries I found growing nearby, and sigh as I silently dread what will happen when those two get back...

I mean, I'm not going to leave. The world is ending, and they may be able to stop it - or at least delay it. I'm not about to give up on something like that.

But at the same time, Peter doesn't know it was me that he fucked, and that makes things pretty awkward...

Well, Nightwing doesn't understand her humanity in its entirety yet, so maybe I could talk to her about telling Peter and make it seem like I'm teaching her morals so she'll listen?

Yeah, maybe I'll do that - honestly, I think it would be quite easy to manipulate her. At least when she's like this. Maybe. Hell, I don't know - I've never really dealt with a dragon before, let alone a dragon turned human...

What if I circumvent her and tell Peter without her - yeah okay, that wouldn't work. I don't know a lot about her, but I know it'd piss her off...

Maybe I could -

I snap to attention as I hear the brush being disturbed. I tense up, but relax as I realize that it's Peter and Nightwing.

Then tense up again when I realize that it's Peter and Nightwing, and I know how god-awfully awkward this is going to be.

"H-Hi," I stammer, blushing as thoughts of last night rush to me. I hide my rosy cheeks by turning my attention to the berries I collected, pretending that I'm examining each of them for fungus before popping them into my mouth. Good thing he doesn't know it was me, or –

I jump as I feel his hand rest on my arm. I turn, cheeks ablaze as he gives me a remorseful expression.

"Demetrius," he sighs. "We...we need to talk."

I gulp, and nod silently. He relinquishes his contact with me and sits back on the ground. I do the same, silently hoping for and dreading the same thing.

"Last night...I..." He lets out a flustered breath, while Nightwing sits down next to him, remaining surprisingly silent. "I...I know now that..." He shrugs. "Well, I know it was you." As soon as he says that, his face goes beet red, and he rubs at his eyes to hide it. He mumbles something about allergies.

Swallowing my apprehension, I nod and respond with a simple "yeah". Peter nods awkwardly in return.

"Well...I just...I wanted you to know that I'm..." He briefly looks to Nightwing. "We, actually, we're...we're sorry."

"F-for what?" I ask, stupidly. A lump of discomfort forms in my throat. I do my best to keep those few berries down.

"For, well...not getting your consent. We should have done that, and...I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "We're sorry." Nightwing nods, and refuses to make eye contact with me.

"Well, I...I-"

"There's something Nightwing wants to say, too," Peter interrupts me, which is a good thing – I'm at a loss for words. Nightwing releases a small sigh.

"I...Well, I..." She shakes her head. "I...I am sorry, Demetrius. I...I didn't ask, and...and that was wrong..." She looks away from me, and stares aimlessly into the woods. I realize it must've taken her a lot to swallow her pride and apologize for something like this, so I smile reassuringly.

"Thank you," I respond. "It...it means a lot that you two came to apologize to me. But...you really don't owe me an apology."

Peter sighs. "Yeah, I know...I just felt we should apologize."

"Wait, why didn't we owe him an apology?" Nightwing asks, seemingly confused. Peter's about to answer, but I answer for him.

"I watched you two having sex," I remind her. "I thought I heard you breathing fire, and I got worried that somebody was being killed or a forest fire was starting. When I saw you having sex, I...I should've just left, and let you have your privacy." I let out a hefty sigh. "We all did things we're not proud of."

Nightwing nods, and looks away again, still blushing. 

"And, hey – not for nothing, I did enjoy it."

Peter smiles uncomfortably, and I can feel the awkward dripping into the air from my words. "Uh...yeah," he mutters in response, before mumbling about getting packed to continue walking. He's probably weirded out about the fact that the girl he had sex with looks and sounds like a guy... 

PLEASE NOTE TO READERS: THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HOMOPHOBIC. PETER IS SIMPLY NOT A HOMOSEXUAL, AND FEELS UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN IN A SITUATION THAT IS SOMEWHAT HOMOSEXUAL. CARRY ON.

I stiffly return to my berries, blushing and feeling like I want to go invisible. Peter and Nightwing start to pack, and after a while I get up to help them. We remain silent, avoiding each other's eyes the whole while.

Yeah, it's way more awkward than it sounds. Mostly because Peter is having a really hard time hiding his boner.

Once everything is packed, we wordlessly begin to walk. About ten minutes into our silent trek, Peter sighs and looks me right in the eye for the first time in a while.

"Look, Demetrius, I just...I've got to ask, and I'm really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable..." He hesitates, and I feel a certain sense of dread. "Who...who exactly are you?"

I swallow the lump in my throat, and let out a hefty sigh. "My real name is Demetra," I respond. Tears well up in my eyes as I use my proper name for the first time in more than a decade.

"Wait – seriously? You make a fake name and you just use the masculine form of the name you already have?"

"It worked," I mutter in response. "Nobody ever recognized me, and people assumed that a vigilante would be too smart to do something as simple as that. Plus, it kept my family safe."

"That's why you dress as a guy?" He asks, obviously confused.

"No, I dress as a guy because when I tried being a vigilante as a girl, nobody took me seriously. I mean, Elven women have a very high degree of equality, but...they still don't get taken as seriously as men. When they hear about a female vigilante, they assume that she's just doing it because her targets go against women's rights." I shrug. "As a male, they realize that his targets were violating very basic moral codes. It's pretty fucked up."

"I thought Elves were supposed to have some sort of unity..."

"Yeah, that's bullshit to make you look up to us," I admit. "In fact, we have less unity in Elven society. It goes to show that as technology advances, people regress."

Peter frowns. "That's...a pretty negative outlook on life."

"Yeah, well..." I shrug, letting my thought trail off.

"Wait, you said nobody recognized you as a male, correct?" I jump at Nightwing's voice. I hadn't expected her to speak up so suddenly.

Or to walk up behind me in complete silence and start talking. That was also kind of startling.

"Uh, yeah...why?"

"Couldn't you just sneak into a city by taking off your disguise?"

Peter frowns. "Yeah, good point. Couldn't you just – "

"I heard Nightwing the first time," I interrupt Peter. He blushes and falls silent. "And no, I cannot. Whenever an elf enters a human city, they follow an identification process. That way, if any technology gets leaked to humans, they can easily pinpoint which elves were where, and when."

"But...wouldn't it just show you as Demetra, and not Demetrius?"

"It works by using something called an 'RFID chip' implanted in the palm," I explain. "It's...sort of ancient technology. But it gets the job done." I smile in fond memory. "When I first got mine, it was just placed in my false arm." I pat the metal limb lovingly. "Everybody at school was jealous - I didn't have to feel any pain when they put it in."

The fond memory fades, however, as I continue my explanation. "I...I had mine torn out, and replaced with a false one that read 'Demetrius', so that nobody could trace me back to my family. It has a false ID code and everything."

"What's an RFID chip?" Peter asks. "And wait – what do you mean by ancient technology? How long have elves been around for, anyway?"

"You never learned that in school?" I ask, surprised. He shakes his head. "Well...On the Elven calendar, the year is currently, uh..." I sigh abruptly, sorrow filling my heart as I realize that I've been in exile for over two years now. It feels like it's been an eternity. "The year is 5678".

"Wait, what!?" I recoil at the sudden exclamation, as does Nightwing, who seems rather perturbed by both the revelation and the exclamation. "I was always taught that Elves were around for just as long as humans, if only a few years longer – not by three thousand years!"

"I must agree – when I was..." She falls silent for a moment, and casts her glance to the ground. "A...long time ago, I was told that Elves had existed for the same period of time as humans, as well."

I frown, rather confused. "Why would they hide the date of origin of the Elves from you?" I can see a question boiling on Peter's tongue, so I continue. "I never paid much attention to new foreign policy while I was acting as a vigilante, and I wasn't updated on it when I was banished. I think they assumed I knew the new rules or...something."

"That explains why you don't know," Peter mutters. "But then...wouldn't other humans, from before this change in policy, know about it, too?"

I'm about to answer, but I hold my tongue. If policies have changed so much...maybe it would be unwise to reveal any more than I already have. "I...I don't know if I should say," I admit. "I may have been a vigilante, but I still hold true to my people's laws pertaining to how much we can reveal. I...I think it's best that I keep you in the dark for now, including what an RFID chip is. If you weren't taught what it is, maybe they didn't want you to know."

Peter frowns, and I can tell he's frustrated by the development. However, I really don't care – if he's not allowed to know something, he shouldn't know it. In fact, I probably should have stopped talking about ten minutes ago, but...whatever.

"Anyway...that explains why I can't enter a human city undetected," I conclude, pushing the conversation forward.

"I could use magic to transform your appearance into a more human semblance." I turn to Nightwing with a sigh.

"They have ways around magic," I inform her.

"Let me guess – you can't tell us about that, either?" I cast a glance at the clearly grumpy Peter.

"No – no, I can't," I respond, pointedly and forcefully.

He rolls his eyes, but gives up with a shrug. Nightwing clears her throat, catching our attention and bringing us to a stop before a small creek that runs through the trees, continuing on towards the right, with its origin somewhere to our left.

"Peter, if you're done being a little shit, I'd like to present you with our new path." I look to Nightwing in confusion.

"New path? What d'you mean, new path – aren't we going to the city?" Peter remains silent as I ask, but I can see that he's giggling a bit – probably because Nightwing called him a little shit. I've noticed that he's somewhat strange in that regard. Among several others.

"We must first visit my friend and determine why Peter can control the Void." I nod, remembering that whole able-to-stop-the-end-of-the-world-thing. Don't know how I forgot about that in the first place. Well, I really didn't forget – I'm still kind of in a suspense of disbelief about it. I've not seen this "Void" thing yet, so I'm starting to wonder if it's true or not...

Nightwing points to the left, down the path of the creek's origin. "My friend abides within the waterfall a few miles that way." She takes a deep breath. "Let's start following it. I'd like to get there by dawn." She starts walking ahead of us. I glance at her butt, and start following her. Peter does as well, his frown deepening. I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh, come on – you can't seriously be THAT upset about me not being able to tell you about stuff, can you?"




A Dragon's Slave Ch. 06



"It's not that," he mutters. "Something's up with Nightwing."

I frown in return. "Wait, what? What d'you mean?"

"I noticed it when she brought up stuff from her past, when she discussed what she learned about elves, and then now, again..." He scratches his stubble in thought. "She's being...oddly guarded about it. I mean, she doesn't let on much about her personal life in the first place, but...she's never been straight-up mechanical or vague about it, like she's being with this stuff."

"Well...what do you mean?"

"What do you mean, what do you mean?" He asks, clearly surprised. "Isn't it obvious? She won't clarify on who her friend is, she's been really quiet while we were walking..."

"Maybe she just feels awkward with...well, y'know..." We both blush as I bring up what we did last night again. We had mostly moved past it after walking and talking so extensively, but my comment brought back all the shame.

"Maybe, but...I'd still like to know what we're getting into," Peter mutters. "I don't know anything about her friend..."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I dunno, I...I feel like it would be a very personal conversation, and...it'd be best not to have it while we're walking."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Look, just – not right now, okay?" He responds, harshly. Sighing, he shakes his head and starts to pick up his pace. "I...I'm just going to ask if she's okay, but...I won't ask her about her friend just yet."

I roll my eyes. Nightwing is right – he's a little shit. And an overly emotional little shit at that!

He hurries ahead, and keeps step with Nightwing. I watch as their conversation unfolds, and decide to use this time to think about...stuff.

Mostly last night. I mean, last night was...wild, and erotic, and I can honestly say that I enjoyed myself. But...it's just lingering now, and we're all trying to ignore it. Like a big wad of gum on the bottom of a shoe – we're trying desperately to ignore it, but we're also trying to scrape it off at every curb.

Unfortunately, this wad of gum mostly consists of semen, sweat, and shame.

I sigh to myself and continue walking, trying to keep my mind off of this shit so I don't keep blushing harder and harder with every passing second...

Whoa, their uh, 'conversation' is getting kind of heated. I wonder what they're saying...

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Peter

"I just...don't want to talk about it, alright!?"

"But why not? C'mon Nightwing – you know you can trust me! I mean, who am I gonna tell? Seriously?"

"It's not that, it's just..." The dragoness falls silent for a moment, and looks away. She visibly steels her nerves before speaking again. "I...I don't like thinking about it."

She remains silent, refusing to look at me as we walk. My shoulders sag as I remember something important: despite having just become human, and being 21 in human years in terms of development – wait, was it 21? I forget her age already – she's over a century old in reality. She has a long, possibly complex past, with things that may make her happy or sad. 

That's is another thing I have to remember – even though she feels more emotions as a human, she still felt emotions as a dragon. So something that made her sad as a dragon probably makes her depressed as a human.

I sigh as I place a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Nightwing. I just...I don't want to go into some dragon's cave and get burnt to a crisp because I'm accidentally disrespectful. I don't know who this dragon is, how to properly address them, or how to behave in a conversation." She releases another sigh, so I hurry to get to the point. "You don't have to tell me who this dragon is to you – just tell me what to do when I see him. Or her."

I remove my hand from her shoulder, and we walk in silence for a few moments. I turn back to look at Demetrius – uh, Demetra – and give a small shrug. She nods. But she has the face of a guy.

I mean, I have nothing against transsexuals, but...after having sex with her, and knowing that her masculine face is just a mask, it's kind of unsettling...

Man, we're handling this whole "had sex" thing pretty damn well. I thought we'd be stammering over our words and struggling to even look at each other. I guess I had a few misconceptions about sex between fresh strangers, huh? I mean, still, it's kind of awkward, but –

"He's the leader of a small group of dragons."

I blink a few times, torn from my thoughts as I look to Nightwing in surprise. "Wait, what?"

"He leads a small group of dragons – most of them related by blood, some brought in as slaves won from draconic battles, and others let in by what humans refer to as 'adoption'." Nighting looks to me, and I remain surprised that she divulged any information whatsoever. "You were right, Peter. And I apologize. And I am glad that I do not have to tell you who he is to me." 

She averts her gaze, and is about to say something else when I gently rub her shoulder. She gets the message as she briefly places her hand on mine, before clearing her throat and continuing. "Get Demetra. She'll need to hear this."

I do just that, and Nightwing begins to explain how to act before the dragon.

"You must address him as 'Sir'. He leads a group of dragons, what humans and elves refer to as a 'clan' of dragons. As such, he is greatly respected by all dragons in the region, including myself and other clan masters." Demetra and I nod before she continues. 

"You must stand straight, and keep your hands open by your sides. You will bow before him – as will I. I do not know how he will receive me in my current form.

"He has a great deal of tolerance for humans and elves – more so than his father before him. As such, you need not fear death due to invasion of his land, as long as I announce your presence first."

She falls silent for a moment as we come to a small stream. Nightwing briefly checks the position of the sun before nodding to herself, and carrying on towards the, uh...right. I don't know what direction it is on the compass. I lost track of my bearings a long time ago.

Nightwing begins to speak again as we walk.

"I honestly do not know whether or not he will agree to examine your Spectrum, Peter. However, if he does, then it will be a process, and you must not take it lightly.

"You will be alone with him for an extended period of time. As a clan-master, he has received the ultimate training in how to utilize and read the Spectrum, but still requires a certain degree of concentration to do so. You must not speak, but if he asks you a question, you must answer as truthfully as you can. Not because he dislikes lying, but because it can help the process. Also, he doesn't like lying.

"Furthermore, you cannot leave his presence until he dismisses you. I don't think he will take too long, due to his training. Albeit, do not assume that he is done until he says so." 

There is a lull in her lecture as the stream begins to widen. I look forward, and see that it comes from an admittedly beautiful river that curls away into a mist-shrouded valley. If I listen carefully, I can hear the roar of a waterfall – but it sounds more like a gentle mumble from this distance.

"The last thing to discuss is that we are his guests. However, we cannot leave whenever we please – we can only leave when he allows for us to do so. If he asks for us to stay for dinner, we must accept."

"What if he asks for us to stay for dinner, and then it turns out we're the dinner?" I ask, nervousness starting to creep into my gut as we approach the valley. I mean, this is a dragon – a dragon that, so far, sounds much more powerful than Nightwing, even in her draconic form.

"If that occurs, I will attempt to talk you out of being devoured. If I am unable to, then I will revert to my draconic form and carry you out. However, he is much faster than me, and may end up killing us all."

I gulp. What an uplifting scenario. "But...what if we escape?"

"Look, I don't think we'll have to do that, okay? He doesn't like the taste of human – he thinks they're too fleshy." She glances at Demetra, who is visibly sweating. I don't blame the poor thing. "The same goes for elves."

I nod, and ask her where exactly the entrance to the clan's home is.

"A cave near the waterfall in that valley," Nightwing responds. "About two days of walking away."

I nod, secretly dreading so much more walking, when Nightwing abruptly stops walking, and looks to the sky.

"What's the matter?" I ask, looking to the clouds.

"Th-th-that," Demetra stammers, pointing to what seems to be a rather small thunderhead.

"That? It's just a cloud, I don't see anything wrong with – "

Oh my everything.

That's not a cloud.

I thought it was a cloud shaped like a giant bird.

No.

It has wings.

Those wings are moving.

Yep. Yeah, no – it's not a cloud.

It's a dragon.

A giant fucking dragon.

The size of a small thunderhead.

It's coming down.

At us.

Yeah, I'm gonna run. Nightwing can have fun greeting this fucker, I'm – ACH!

"You're staying here," Nightwing announces, her hand wrapped tightly around the collar of my shirt. Demetra looks at me, and then to the dragon – which is still descending, and growing larger – and decides to book it. Nightwing trips her with her tail, and then reaches over to hold her by the wrist. The elf stands, disheveled and disgruntled, as she rubs her sore shoulder. Nightwing lifts me to my feet, and Demetra and I exchange a glance as we watch the dragon in silence.

It finally lands before us, and its eye is larger than my torso. I know that the valley is big, but how in the fuck does this thing fit in there? If it even lives in there to begin with...

I see Nightwing nod out of the corner of my eye. They must be having a telepathic communication.

Nightwing finally speaks after a few moments. "Peter, Demetra...this is my friend."

I sigh in relief, but Demetra still seems pretty scared. I mean, at least we're dealing with a dragon that Nightwing knows, and not some random dragon that wants to gobble us up. Then again, given this thing's size, I doubt it'd get much nutrition from us, and wouldn't even bother trying to –

/What is your name?/

I blink, startled by the voice resonating through my skull. I look to Nightwing, who nods to me. I gulp, my nervousness returning as I speak.

"My name is Peter," I respond. "S-sir," I quickly add on.

/Your surname?/

"Resignor, sir," I respond. The dragon nods.

/So, your father is the leader of Amallhia.../ I nod, somewhat surprised that he knows about my father. Then again, he's a dragon – he probably knows a lot of shit I don't expect.

The dragon turns to Demetra, and she jumps slightly as it asks her the same questions. She responds with "Demetra", which is obvious, but it's her surname that I find interesting.

"Amlhian, sir." Huh...I don't know why, but I expected a...harsher, name. Like, more hard consonants and whatnot. Oh, well – we can't all fit our last names.

The dragon nods, and turns to Nightwing. They seem to have a short discussion, before the dragon kneels down and lowers its wings.

"You should be honored," Nightwing announces. "He is going to let you ride upon his back to the home of the clan. We'll be there by nightfall."

Demetra and I thank the dragon profusely before carefully climbing onto his back. I accidentally kick at part of his wing, and freeze in fear as he turns to glare at me.

"Uh...sorry?" I give him a nervous smile. Nightwing grabs me by the wrist and drags me onto his back, having already flown up top.

/You are pardoned. Just don't do it again./

Something completely unexpected happens then. NIghtwing leans over, and whispers into my ear, "he's ticklish." I look at her in shock – how would she know that? And can dragons even be ticklish? Well obviously, but...what the fuck? I mean, what the hell is going on, who is this dragon to Nightwing?

"Hold on to this," Nightwing announces, motioning to one of several spikes that runs down the length of the dragons' spine. I grab onto it, and turn to see that Demetra is holding onto another one behind me for dear life. I tighten my grip in fear.

Nightwing sits before the spike between us, and tucks her wings in tight. She keeps a tight grip as the dragon stands, shakes its head, and spreads its wings. With one mighty flap, we're about two inches off the ground. He flaps again, and gets higher. What, you thought one flap would put us feet above the ground? There's not enough airflow for proper lift down here – I mean, there's the ground effect, but he's not in motion yet.

Finally, the dragon flaps once more, and we achieve the mythical ten-foot jump. I feel the pit of my stomach recede into my balls as we climb, and shut my eyes as the wind whips past me. The sensation of motion is all too strong, and is scaring the absolute shit out of me.

I open my eyes, braving the whipping winds, to see that Demetra's mouth is wide open in a scream rendered inaudible by the speed of the wind. Suddenly, something comes off of her neck – the voice modulator she spoke about before peels off, and she watches it fly into the ether. I'm glad she didn't try to reach for it – that would've been the end of that friendship...

She looks to me, fear visible as day in her eyes, as she continues to tighten her grip. I do the same, and we both shut our eyes as the wind forces tears from our ducts.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, Nightwing is fucking laughing. Y'know, just holding on, smiling, watching the landscape go by. While Demetra and I are holding on for dear life.

I gasp as I nearly lose my bag, and use my shoulders to shimmy the strap closer to my hand. I quickly wrap it around the spike I'm holding – I wouldn't want it flying off and slamming into Demetra, or Nightwing.

I gulp as I tighten my grip again, my fingertips and knuckles turning white with pressure and small friction burns developing on my palms and thighs. 

I remember that I always said I wanted to fly as a child.

I now know that I lied.

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Nigthtwing

Note: For this part, the speech is in quotes. However, it is all telepathic. Also, it's translated from Draconic, and where the male dragon uses Nightwing's name, it is replaced with Nightwing. If you'll recall, her real name is a mixture of images and ideas. Anyway, read on.

"How are they?"

"Demetra lost her voice modulator, but they're both hanging on."

He nods, returning his focus to his flight. I smile as I hold on tighter. "I remember when we used to do this..."

"That was centuries ago."

"But it feels like yesterday," I respond with a sigh. Melancholy seeps in as I press my cheek against his spine.

"Becoming human has made you much more sentimental, I see," he remarks.

"Yeah...it has," I sigh in my mind. "It's difficult at times, but it's manageable."

There's a small span of silence between us as I watch the entrance to the valley fly by.

"Why were you out here, by the way?"

"The Void is thick around here," he responds. "I was patrolling for groups of it when I noticed you walking."

I nod. I already told him that Peter can control the Void, and he had already noticed that it's returned, so he was ready to believe that we have a fighting chance against it.

"I've missed you."

I smile at the sentiment. "And I you," I respond.

We remain silent for a little while, unable to think of what to talk about. One hundred and twenty years of not seeing each other has left us somewhat out of touch. As I begin to regret returning as a human, due to heightened emotions and possible pain, he speaks up.

"You're not the only one who's becoming more emotional recently."

"What do you mean?"

"Many dragons have been experienced increased emotions. The scholars believe it is because of the void – we can all feel it. It's kicking us into some sort of overdrive – making us feel more and more than we already did, possibly to make us more willing to fight them to defend our clans, and the world. Which means that it is now double for you, unfortunately."

I sigh, and rest my forehead against his spike. "Wonderful..."

I feel a small amount of empathy emanating from him. "Do not fret, Nightwing. These problems can be dealt with once we land. For now, simply focus on the scenery – this is, of course, a one-time ride."

I smile as I take a deep breath and look to the entrance to the valley. I've never flown over it from this perspective, and I can honestly say it's just as beautiful as ever.

We eventually pass the threshold of the clan's territory, marked by a thriving, burned tree.

"Welcome home, Nightwing."

I smile. "Thank you, brother..."

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Sorry that took so long! College is no joke. And neither is writer's block. Took me a while to finally finish the last few parts of this chapter.

So, what do you think of Nightwing's slightly more human demeanor? I know, it's not the best chapter – but it's the only option I actually liked out of all the ones I could see. Maybe I was being narrow-minded, but regardless, I think it turned out pretty good.

And yes, I know – no sex this chapter. Don't worry, you'll get your fill of smexiness soon enough – I promise.

And by soon enough, I mean next chapter – whenever that may be. (May take a while, starting Sophomore year of college and whatnot. Sorry in advance if it takes forever.)