The Beast v1.00
Tags: Grill, dragongirlxkobold, cunnilingus, fingering, dragongirlxmagicalbeast, exotic penis

	“Where you going, bookworm?” the blonde dragongirl asked, rolling over on her pile of assorted shiny trinkets and valuables, sending a small clinking wave of gold and silver sliding out over the stone floor. She was an oddity of nature, mostly beast, and yet, bearing patches of undeniable humanity, such as her face, chest, and her hominid skeletal structure that granted her hands and feet. Like the coins she lay upon, her red scaled arms, legs, neck, and tail bore a natural and lovely shine. But it was the ample bosom and alluring curviness she was possessed of that most often caught the stares of strangers, no thanks to her natural disdain for clothing.

	The addressee of her question turned on her heel with elegant grace reminiscent of a dancer, shadows and rays of light flowing over her bronze flesh like waves of water over sand. 

	“I am going to a rendezvous with an old acquaintance, Grill. I shan’t be away more than a day at the most,” the otherworldly beauty that they called Linda replied, a delicate hand moving to brush a long black lock past her ear. She folded her slender arms together, fingers wrapped around each elbow, and stood at a slant, assuming the airs of a noblewoman. 

	“Don’t care. When do you fix me already?” Grill asked, stretching out her limbs as she settled into a position on her back and stared at her companion upside-down. 

	“Actually, with any luck, the one I am going to meet will be able to fix you. He is the deity of the Unbound Woods, the forested region many leagues to the south,” Linda answered. She glanced out the mouth of the cave and past the small plateau that overlooked the surrounding forest; a flock of blackbirds took to the sky with echoing caws. It took a moment for her words to sink in, but when the dragongirl recognized what Linda was saying, she instantly flopped onto her hands and knees with electricity to her movements that she had lacked for months.

	“You’re serious?!” she exclaimed with gleaming eyes. It had been ages since Linda had said anything optimistic regarding breaking her curse, and she was not one to exaggerate claims simply to cheer Grill up.

	“There is no guarantee he will be able to help you. But seeing as my own studies on the matter have not been fruitful lately, I believe calling on the power of a god may be the only option. I regret having to resort to such measures, but I did promise you I would deliver you from your predicament, did I not?” the olive-skinned woman asked, raising a finger. 

	“Whatever! Let’s get going!” Grill shouted enthusiastically, standing up straight and trotting up to Linda. Classy as always, Linda raised her eyebrows and averted her nose when she caught a whiff of the girl.

	“Oh dear. No, you should stay for now. I have not visited him in some time.”

	“So, what? He gonna be mad at you or something?”

	“I am, honestly, not entirely sure. Wild spirits are fickle beings. Even we Spirits of the Sky are, to a degree, civilized.”

	“Aww, screw that! I’ll beat him into the ground if he ain’t amicable!” the dragongirl said with the utmost arrogance, as befitting her kind. 

	“I take that back. Most Spirits of the Sky are civilized,” the elegant one said dryly. “While I have no doubt that most mortals would give into intimidation from you, we are not dealing with one in this case. Negotiating with wild spirits is a delicate matter, and your particular brand of fiery attitude may not work in your own favor. Relax, Grill. Gods of wilderness may be unpredictable at best, but they are also fair, which is not always something that can be said of those who govern urban lands,” Linda said, gently placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder to reassure her. “It will not be hard to negotiate a deal.”

	Grill swatted Linda’s silken hand off and stormed back to her hoard of treasure, collapsing on it like a ragdoll and sulking quietly. “I bet you’re just gonna fuck him!” she muttered under her breath, followed by many more obscenities, no doubt learned from their friendly but crude kobold companion. The raven-haired woman sighed like a parent dealing with a difficult child.

	“Cheer up, would you? This could be your chance to be free from that vile enchantment forever. And take a real bath! Do not just wash yourself with your flames! I will absolutely not bring you to meet a god if you still reek of brimstone and sweat. I know it is just natural instinct, but for now, you are not a dragon, and you will just have to deal with it!” Linda said loudly before swiftly exiting the cave. 

	The dragongirl perked her eyes up at the entrance, watching Linda’s shadow twist and morph as unnatural wind rushed through the cavern with an echoing howl – she was shifting into her true shape, unmistakably that of a dragon. In her true form, Linda was huge, mighty, beautiful, and proud, everything Grill was once, but no longer could be. It was all thanks to the curse that turned her into a pathetic human, or at least, something close to it. She inspected her scaled hand, wiggling her opposable thumb in the air, to a degree fascinated with the strange appendage, and to a degree disgusted by it. 

	“…I hate baths,” she groaned, proceeding to drag herself to her feet, headed for the river. 




	Morning turned to midday. The light of the towering sun found the dragongirl’s flesh as she lay sprawled over a pile of rocks outside the cave. Deep asleep, her limbs twitched with phantasmal movements, and she produced weak mewls that may have been terrible roars in her mind’s eye. As if reacting to some infernal threat, her voice raised in pitch, and her hand shot out and seized one of the rocks beside her, crushing it into pathetic pebbles; these she smashed into the dirt, until there was a sizable pit that her fist occupied. 

	Her eyes, shut tightly, wavered. The nightmares struck once more. She began to toss and turn, her breathing going wild, flecks of red-hot cinders blasting from her lips. Her face contorted, baring her teeth in despair. Again, that same crushing despair that plagued her dreams. Every ounce of her body shivered at once, and then, she froze, only her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her heart slowing its panicked patter. Slowly, those scarlet eyes opened, like twin blood moons rising from the horizon to greet the cruel world.

	The sun offered the tormented girl no mercy, and spots burned into her vision as she allowed her half-open eyes to linger on the painful sight. Then, as if acknowledging the annoyance with the utmost reluctance, her crimson hand lifted slowly to shield her face. Her jaw hung slightly open, and she merely stared at the back of her hand as if meditating upon it, her eyes tracing the slim blades of light passing between her fingers. 

	A small green hand thrust a damp, wooden bowl upon her belly, and then hesitated, miniscule fingers sliding over her soft flesh in a small circle a few times before going wide and brushing over the underside of Grill’s bosom. That made the blonde twist her neck to glance at the reptilian kobold beside her. “Stop that,” she grumbled.

	“You look like you could use some cheering up!” Simmerscale said, the corners of her lips curling upward, the closest thing a kobold could do to a smile. She was mostly green, covered in smooth and tiny scales like a lizard’s; she was diminutive like all of her species; her eyes were a vivid orange, with narrow black slits for pupils. Her body possessed no bosom, but beneath her tail laid a small but round and firm rump. Her pesky fingers slid over to cup the top of the breast they rested on, unable to grip the entire mound due to their size and her own lack of it. 

	“I don’t,” the dragongirl growled, swatting the undesired appendage away in irritation. The lascivious little kobold had been hitting on her for months, as if she had any chance of seducing a dragon. Grill felt increasingly frustrated at Simmer’s inability to take a hint; she had no intentions of mating with such an inferior being. Kobolds were meant to serve dragons and be satisfied with a few words of praise from their masters if they performed well enough to deserve them. Otherwise, they were to keep themselves unnoticed. Even one as young and inexperienced as Grill understood that. The only reason she tolerated such insubordinate behavior from a servant was because shooing her off permanently would leave her without someone who would hunt and cook for her. 

	“Aw, fine,” Simmer sighed, trotting back into the cave. Grill glanced down at the bowl on her gut, smelling its contents. Beef stew with mushrooms and radish. She sat up, picked out all of the fungi and vegetables, and flung them into the underbrush. With that, she raised the bowl to her lips and tilted it forward as she leaned back, gulping down the stew and its remaining ingredients, rivulets of brothy juices running down her chin. She tossed the empty bowl over her shoulder, wiped her chin with the back of her arm, and laid back down, looking up at the small cloud that slowly obscured the sun overhead. 
	




	“Guess what I’ve got!” Simmer giggled, running around the cave with a large cloth-sealed jar hoisted over her head like an excited child. Grill looked over at her with an unamused frown. 

	“Should I care?”

	“Yessss! It’s honey!” Simmer said, coming to a stop next to Grill and plopping herself down beside her. 

	“Honey?! Give me some of that!” the dragongirl said, almost as excited as the kobold, snatching the jar out of her hands and tearing the cloth off to dip her fingers in the viscous, golden, translucent, delicious, sinful liquid joy. She shoved her hand practically into her mouth, sucking every drop of the syrupy sweetness down. Simmer dipped her fingers in the jar as soon as Grill was too busy swimming in the bliss of pure sugar to notice, and licked the honey off of her fingers with her reptilian tongue. 

	As soon as her hand was clean, the blonde helped herself to more, and so did the kobold, and both simply sat there, silently slurping up as much as they could until the cloying sweetness gradually overwhelmed Grill’s tastes and she set the earthenware aside, her sweet tooth thoroughly satisfied, while Simmer longingly stared after it, having gotten very little in comparison. 

	“Where did you get this from anyways? Did you go to a village when I wasn’t looking?” she asked the kobold.

	“Nope! I swiped it from Linda’s secret stash,” the small green girl said matter-of-factly. 

	“You WHAT?!” Grill shouted as she recoiled, then her eyes traveled back to the jar and she grabbed the cloth and tied it back on with trembling hands and a nervous swallow. 

	“Relax, I do it all the time! As long as we don’t eat too much from any individual jar, she’ll never notice a little bit of it missing,” Simmer shrugged. 

	“She’ll have mercy on you, you’re just a kobold, but if she ever finds out I ate from this jar…” Grill trailed off, crawling away from the honey as if it were the harbinger of death itself.

	“Don’t worry! I’ll just go put it back right now!” Simmer said, hopping to her feet and grabbing the pottery haphazardly in a long, sweeping spin. Her grip on it was tenuous and uncertain; with her hands still slick with saliva, the twice-fired clay slid from her fingers as if it had been buttered. The momentum from her spin sent the jar hurtling into the most unfortunate place: Grill’s chest. 

	Crash. The dragongirl looked down at herself in disbelief, eyes wide. All the honey had spilled over her chest, and was slowly running down to the stone beneath her. Shards of hardened clay slowly slid off her onto the ground, and she picked one of the larger ones up and watched the golden fluid slowly drip off of it, her face performing the gradual change from uncomprehending surprise to earth-shattering shock. Slowly, her head lifted up, eyes beaming with murderous intent towards the offending party. 

	“Simmer…” Grill hissed, twitching with barely repressed rage. 

	“Oops! Sorry! Don’t worry, I’ll take the blame for it!” Simmer said, struggling not to laugh. A few snickers and a chortle snuck through her failed attempt at a poker face. 

	“You damn well better. I need to clean myself off, step back,” Grill said, opening her mouth and inhaling deeply as a reddish glow appeared in the back of her throat. But just before she could cleanse herself with her own flames, she recalled Linda’s demands; she closed her mouth and gave an irritated huff, all the built up heat coming out through her nostrils as just trails of hot smoke. 

	“Nevermind. ‘Can’t smell like brimstone,’ she says. I’m a dragon! What the hell else am I supposed to smell like? The sweat thing is just because of this useless flabby skin, gods! I wish I had my real body,” she ranted and grumbled to herself as she pinched her honey-coated belly. Her sights soon settled on the green kobold. “And you – you daft clod! This mess is your fault! Clean me up, right now!”

	“We don’t have any water left in the buckets! You drank it all, remember?”

	“Find a way, or so help me, I will make you choke on your tail and punt you into the goddamn sky, you worthless runt!” the dragongirl roared, grabbing another shard of pottery from the mess stuck to her and hurling it into the wall for effect. A high-pitched smash rang out, followed immediately by Simmer gulping, not out of anxiety, but because her eyes were locked on Grill’s sticky bosom.

	“Well! I can think of a few ways!” the perverted kobold said with sudden energy. She dove down between Grill’s legs, leaning over her chest, planting her hands on either side of her torso, the tip of her snout face to face with the blonde’s breasts. “You don’t mind, right?” she asked, more out of habit than courtesy, as her long pink tongue slid along the length of her mouth. 

	The cursed girl growled, patience wearing thin. “Just do it already!” 

	“As you wish!” the kobold cackled, her tongue flicking out from the tip of her snout to lap up a dab of honey from the blonde’s breast. She repeated the motion, another glob of the golden stickiness vanishing into her mouth. Using quick but controlled strokes of her muscle, she rapidly slurped up every last drop of sweet honey from both of the dragon’s boobs.

	Only once did her thin tongue linger about a nipple, teasing the small bud of flesh by circling it, dabbing at it - she delighted in how rapidly it hardened in response, but to Simmer’s surprise, there was no annoyed complaint from her companion. Even so, she moved on swiftly, fearful that if she dwelled on such overt measures, she would be rejected as usual. 

	Grill’s belly was where most of the honey had gathered, and Simmer quickly set about the task of lapping it all up with glee. As the slender tongue slithered around and over her navel, the dragongirl seemed to occasionally shiver and grunt, as though attempting to repress giggles from the ticklish act. The kobold worked further south, licking up the few droplets of honey that had landed on her powerful and sinewy thighs, before aiming for the thin trickle that had gone between her legs.

	Slowly, with deliberate patience and power behind the movement, Simmer touched her warm tongue to the base of the blonde’s loins, making a small playful circle before she brought it all the way up, snaking around and between her labia, watching the tender flesh push along with her pink muscle. When the tip of her tongue reached the top of Grill’s vulva, she slid it out and upward in one smooth lick. The sticky golden fluid had actually run down beside her slit rather than upon it; as if dealing with a minor annoyance, she off-handedly slurped it up, and then gave the dragongirl another salacious lick, and another, and soon the flesh began to darken as blood rushed to it, engorging with it, blooming fully. There was a quiet, almost inaudible gasp, and the green girl heard her larger companion’s breath suddenly go shallow and quicken. 

	Simmer looked up from her work, shooting the blonde a giddy smile. She expected to see a frown and receive a gruff order to stop. She did not expect to see Grill’s face strangely flushed, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth hanging open as hot air puffed in and out. “You missed a spot,” the dragongirl grumbled grudgingly, pointing back down between her legs. “You’d better… work on it for a while.”  

	The kobold hardly waited for the end of the sentence to dive back down, proceeding to viciously tongue Grill’s moist pink mound. “Ah – wait, not like that!” the dragongirl groaned as that long muscle slithered all over her crotch with such eager and yet experienced motions that she could not help but bite down on one of her fingers to stifle her needy moans. Her thighs twitched on either side of Simmer’s head, tendons flaring up beneath her skin. 

	Simmer’s diligent work continued, soon rewarded with sensual shivers and further pleasured noises from her companion. Her grin looked positively devious as she paused to peek up at Grill’s face again, her hand sneaking upwards. The blonde watched with bated breath as the kobold showed her an index and middle finger pressed together, then lowered them down to teasingly stroke her folds, quickly lubricating them in the gathering love juices, and then push them inside. 

	They were small fingers, certainly – and yet the mere sensation of being penetrated, the feeling of pressure entering her, seemed to sharpen and amplify the bubbly warmth building in the dragongirl’s core. In response, Simmer felt the silken walls around her fingers gently twitch and tighten, quickly acclimating to the intrusion, and seemingly embracing them. Supplementing with slow but rhythmic thrusts of her fingers in and out of the writhing woman’s heat, the green one lowered her snout back down and met vulva with tongue once again. 

	Was she supposed to be furious that a mere kobold had seduced her so impetuously, showing a blatant disregard for the natural order of things? Was she meant to be furious at herself for giving in to the lecherous kobold’s advances?  Grill was not sure. She was, however, quite certain that what was happening was definitely pleasant, and as another tiny bolt of lightning snaked its way up her spine, such irrelevant thoughts were banished from the forefront of her mind. 

	“Hey! Not there!” the crimson-bodied girl moaned out of overstimulation as Simmer gave her clit a few crass licks to make her squirm. The kobold could tell that her companion was rapidly approaching her climax, even if the blonde herself was too distracted by the waves of pleasure washing over her to pay the subtly approaching cliff any heed. She picked up the pace of her fingering and began to focus her tongue almost exclusively on the tiny flesh button at the peak of Grill’s slit, propelling the feverishly aroused dragon right for the brink. 

	“Oh, oh, ohhh, ohoh, yes!” Grill cried with fluttering eyes, her back arching with the incomprehensible bliss of orgasm. She stayed in that position for a moment, trembling all over and panting for air, until she seemed to remember that she was alive, and flopped back down to the ground with a deep, satisfied sigh. 

	Simmer extracted her fluid-soaked fingers and lapped them clean with a happy smile, wiped her mouth off with a cloth, stood up, and stretched out lithely. Glancing back down at the thoroughly sated dragongirl, she giggled a little at her own handiwork. “Yep! All clean!”

	Though she was still coming down from her peak, Grill cracked open her eyes and took a good look at the little green kobold, quickly zeroing in on the small dribble of juices from her scaled mound. Simmer could see the gears turning in the exhausted girl’s head, but the last thing she expected was to get suddenly tackled to the ground before she could react, the strong and powerful cursed dragon crawling over her dominantly with a demonic grin. 

	“Don’t get the wrong idea, I ain’t into girls,” she growled in a beastly voice. “I’m just doing this because I want to. Spread ‘em.” She lifted a hand, placing it firmly on the kobold’s chest. The green one had her legs open already just from the display of dominance, but obediently spread them further, pleased past the point of words. Grill slowly slid her hand down the slim chest before her, running over a soft and smooth belly before the tips of her fingers met a pulsing, damp heat between a pair of thighs. She pushed her fingers down the length of Simmer’s womanhood, watching her break into a lustful pant from the stimulus. 

	“Do you like that?” the blonde asked, holding her fingers still over the kobold’s folds, as if holding her pleasure for ransom. 

	“Yes,” Simmer breathed. Satisfied, Grill began to tenderly stroke her, cupping Simmer’s mons and moving her hand up and down rhythmically, occasionally curling her scaled fingers to press into the hot flesh beneath them. Her middle finger would sometimes brush and probe at the small but inviting hole at the base of the slit, hinting and teasing at the possibility of pushing it right in to rile up the frisky girl, and working dozens of easy moans from her jaws. 

	The dragon slowly graduated to solely using her index finger, pressing it to the moist entrance and shoving the first knuckle in, twirling it against the warm tightness around it. She felt the kobold’s sinewy form writhing beneath her from the pleasure, a small green tail lifting up behind the blonde beauty to brush over her rear. “May I have some more?” Simmer asked with eyes that sparkled with lust. For that, Grill pushed in to the second knuckle, and then the third, burying her whole finger in Simmer’s passage. 

	“Heh,” the dragon chuckled as she made a few experimental pumps with her index finger that had her companion shivering with sudden pleasure. It took the kobold a moment to straighten out her thoughts as the excitement of finally coupling with the pretty girl left her light-headed and terribly aroused.

	“What is it?” Simmer queried between heavy breaths as her tail made another pleasant stroke between Grill’s legs. 

	“This working for you?” she asked with a playful growl. “Want another finger? Faster?”

	“Yes please!” the kobold nodded enthusiastically. The dragongirl snorted at the unhelpful answer, but pushed her middle finger into the kobold’s slippery folds along with the other and began to slide them both in and out at a much faster tempo, producing a soft schlick-schlick-shlick. Simmer could not help but gasp and buck her hips in rhythm with Grill’s hand, desperate to wring every ounce of enjoyment she could out of the situation.  

	“Oh, that good, huh? What if I touch this?” Grill asked fiendishly, pressing her thumb to the top of Simmer’s vulva – in that very instant, the horny girl yelped and spasmed, tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes unfocused briefly. “You’re done already?” the dragongirl asked, caught off-guard. 

	“Oh, no, dooon’t mind me, juuust cumming, please cooontinue,” Simmer slurred joyfully as she practically humped up against Grill’s hand and shivered. 

	“Continue?”

	“Pretty please!” 

	Grill frowned, raising an eyebrow at the kobold. “Nah. You finished, so I’m done.”
 
	Simmer shot her cutest pleading look at the blonde. “I’ll lick you clean down there again, as many times as you want me to!” 
	“I don’t care,” Grill said, glancing around as she extricated her fingers, sat up, and tried to shake the plentiful juices off of her hand, quite unsuccessful. “You came, not much else to do.”

	“Awww. But that was so lovely!” Simmer squeaked, sitting up as well and burying her face in Grill’s bosom as she hugged her tightly. The dragon glanced down at the kobold and tolerated the hug for only a few more moments before gently prying herself free and walking over to her modest hoard and curling up on it, an introspective expression on her face. 

	“It was alright, yeah. I’m gonna sleep,” Grill said, laying her head down and closing her eyes to nap as the afternoon carried on.

	Simmer sighed, a little dejected by how quickly the dragongirl had lost all her vigor. She got up and headed through the cave tunnels that wound upward towards her own bedroom, giddiness at her first successful seduction of Grill replacing the minor disappointment in short order. 




	 
	
	It was not until next morning that Linda returned. The moment Grill heard the familiar woosh-woosh of dragon wings flapping just outside the cave entrance, she bolted from asleep to wide awake and ready to go in an instant, running out to see the beautiful dragon as it lighted upon the grassy knoll with a soft thud. Linda’s true form was breathtakingly beautiful; feathered in blue on top and white underneath, with two jet black, slightly curved horns that extended from her skull high above; her whole body was long and sinuous like a serpent’s, but with hind legs and wings that she could walk upon like a bat. There were a thousand mortal names for her kind - Zephyr, Drake of the Western Wind, Feathered Serpent, Raindancer - descended from a grand and famous line of sea-ruling dragons from the far west that often blessed sailors with favorable winds. 

	The majestic beast twisted its long and slender neck to peer at Grill, deep amber irises centering upon the blonde without expression. “You smell like Simmerscale,” Linda boomed in a deep tone, her huge jaws moving only as a matter of courtesy. In dragon form, her very voice carried with it magical force, so instead she used her magicks to communicate directly to the minds of others. 

	“I – uh – we went hunting together!” Grill said, caught off-guard as always by the sense of smell that a dragon of the wind possessed.  

	“You also smell like her sex,” Linda said dryly, clearly uninterested in lies. 

	 “That’s… because I woke up to her humping my tail!” Grill growled, feigning her best impression of utter disdain by placing her hands on her hips and spitting out a few glowing embers that floated on the breeze. 

	“Ah. That is entirely unacceptable. I had better go speak with her,” Linda said with a long yawn. 

	“Screw that, I want to go break my curse already!” Grill groaned. 

	“Still so eager? Very well. Give a moment to gather myself, I’ve been flying for hours.” 





	“I warned you to wrap a blanket about yourself or something,” Linda communed mentally as the wind howled around her, distant leagues of land slowly passing by below.

	 Grill shivered uncontrollably as she clung tightly to the Raindancer’s fluffy neck for warmth, her teeth clattering as she squeaked out a frustrated and defiant response. “Told you before, I’m never cold-d-d! Can’t you go any faster?!”

	“I’m a Zephyr, Grill. We are the fastest dragons in all the skies. And you are considerably heavier than Simmer, my usual passenger, might I add. Not quite used to this much weight and how it affects my aerodynamics.”

	“So? Cast a spell for it or something!”

	“If only magic were so convenient. I have already enslaved the wind to blow at our backs for the journey. We will get there when we get there. In the meantime, try to summon some of that enthusiasm about getting to soar through the skies you had when we began, would you?”

	“I’d rather be flying myself!” Grill spat, hot cinders flying from her lips, the natural heat produced by her breath warming her slightly from the inside out. 

	“Right,” Linda said, cutting that line of dialogue off, clearly weary of hearing it by now. “In any case, before we arrive, I had better brief you on how to handle what is coming.”

	“What, are you gonna try to teach me ‘manners’ again? Because I still hate that crap and I’m never gonna learn or use it,” Grill grumbled bitterly. “Stupid human social customs should be eradicated.”

	“No, nothing like that. Wild spirits care as much for human norms as a hare does. First and foremost, I need you to remain calm for this. Do not allow yourself to get riled up, do not allow yourself to speak out of line. We are dealing with a god and his guardian spirits. You must show the utmost respect to all of them, or you may cause trouble, which would definitely ruin your chances of being fixed. Do you understand?” 

	“Ugh, fine…” Grill growled.

	“Are you a dragon or a petulant child?” Linda asked reproachfully. “If you are already acting difficult I may as well just fly back to the cave and be done with it.”

	“Grr! I’ll be respectful. Won’t get mad. I promise!”

	“Good. Just carry yourself with the pride of a dragon. That means, project an aura of confidence, beauty, and power.”

	“You sayin’ I don’t already?” Grill hissed. 

	“Well, you certainly exude arrogance, if nothing else,” Linda replied as she flapped her wings leisurely. “Unfortunately not a draconic trait that allows one to make fast friends and allies.”

	“I’m not arrogant! Everyone just thinks I am because I know my place in the world!” the dragongirl seethed. 

	“Oh, really?”

	“Yes!”

	“I see. A suggestion, then: try not ceaselessly reminding everyone around you that you are a dragon, and therefore, they should bow to you and offer tribute. I think you will find that gods and their servants are not very fond of those who demand many things from them.”

	“Screw that!” Grill huffed loudly. 

	“Grill…” Linda said in a low, rumbling tone, patience wearing thin. 

	“Fine. I promise I won’t try to extort the god.”

	“Or his guardians?”

	“Or his guardians!” the cursed dragon repeated. 

	“Excellent. Now, I suppose I should ask: how well-acquainted are you with gods? Have you ever met any before?”

	“Uh, they’re really powerful spirits? Never ran into one before.”

	“I suspected as much. No, Grill, they are not just powerful spirits. You know how the world produces spirits naturally?”

	“You already told me that! Plants, rivers, rocks, pretty much anything that isn’t fleshy like a human creates ‘em.”

 	“Correct, and I trust you have come into contact with them before? Spirits are attracted to other spirits, like us.”

	“I’ve caught loads of them trying to sneak into the cave! Annoying little buggers! I chase them off every chance I get!”

	“They are harmless, Grill. Just curious tree sprites. They’re not even tangible - they’re not powerful enough to possess flesh and blood like ourselves. If you keep treating the local spirits like that, they will eventually come to dislike you, and that causes terrible misfortune, you know.”

	“Bah! I don’t need their approval!” Grill grumbled.

	“I am certain you will come to regret that sentiment, but returning to the point: if minor spirits are born from flowers and trees and rocks and creeks, gods - or as they are called in the field of magecraft, major spirits - are born from entire lands, be they forest, desert, river, mountain, tundra, or even city.”

	“So they’re just bigger spirits, then?” the blonde asked, not really paying much attention. 

	“Not quite. Unlike normal spirits, which are free to roam wherever they wish but usually remain in the place they are born out of love for their homes, gods are bound to their domains, draw their power from them, and serve as stewards as well as protectors for them. Their personalities and abilities are determined by the land they govern,” Linda explained. 

	“So a mountain god is a big pile of rocks?”

	“Gods are powerful enough to take any form that pleases them, Grill. As I was saying,  mortals have drawn a divide between what they call ‘wild’ gods and ‘civil’ gods, because gods of the wilderness behave much like feral beasts, while gods existing in regions with a significant presence of mortal populations will behave more like mortals, which is beneficial to them. In actuality, all gods possess mental faculties that dwarf those of any men, but only civil gods care to use them in the same manner as mortals.”

	“Linda, you’re lecturing again,” the blonde groaned. “What does any of this have to do with the god we’re going to meet?”
 
	“Education, my dear! The tiniest mote of knowledge is worth more than the hoards of every dragon in this world combined!” Linda said proudly, twisting her neck to peer back at Grill, her mouth hanging open like she was attempting a smile, but all her frightening teeth and the wild look in her eye was rather more intimidating than encouraging. 

	“Linda, I don’t care,” Grill sighed, holding her face in her hands. She had long since had any will to resist Linda’s lessons beaten out of her through increasingly long and arduous speeches about the value of education. “Just get to the point already!”

	“You will care, eventually,” the feathered dragon said knowingly. “Anyways, gods are beings of such immense power that they can be said to have absolute dominion over their lands, and only spirits of similar might can oppose them. You are not one of those at the moment, nor am I, so banish any thoughts of assaulting the god to get your way. If he decides not to fix you, you will have to convince him with your wits and your tongue, not your brawn. But be careful - always remember - no matter how docile a wild beast may appear, they can snap at any moment.”

	“I thought he agreed to help me?” Grill asked. 

	“No, but he did not kill me, either, so that is generally promising,” Linda said with another powerful flap of her wings, slightly adjusting her course through the air using her tail as a rudder. 

	“Why would he kill you?!”

	“Gods are fickle.”

	“I thought you knew him!”

	“I do.”

	“What kind of god is he?!”

	“The usual sort. There is a reason why mortals are very afraid of even the ‘civil’ ones.”

	“If a god can kill acquaintances so easily, what do they do to their enemies?!”

	“For your own sake, Grill, I hope you never find out the answer to that question.”
	
	Both dragons fell silent for a while. 

	“Oh, one last thing, Grill. Do not, under any circumstances, reveal the fact that you breathe flame. Do you understand me?” Linda asked, her voice turning subtly severe. “If you do, I will leave you there to your fate, whatever it may be.” She craned her neck over to look into the blonde’s eyes, a playful grin on her maw no longer. 






	The feathered serpent’s wings made massive flaps to reduce speed as it slowly touched its clawed feet to the ground with thuds, leaning forward until the bony nubs on its wings met the soft grass of the clearing. A small, still pond lay a short distance into the forest, untouched by insect or animal. “We’re here,” Linda said telepathically, calmly crawling along the ground like a bat towards the crystal-clean pond, bowing her head down, and drinking from it deeply to slake her thirst. 

	The dragongirl hopped off of her, stretching out with a yawn to work life back into her sleeping limbs. “So where’s this god at?” she asked, glancing around and seeing nothing but foliage. The trees were downright gigantic, covered in thick green moss and towering scores of meters in the air, their gnarled roots coiling in and out of the earth in dramatic shapes. Each and every one was as ancient as the oldest dragons, venerable and mighty, testament to the forest’s age. Grill could not help but walk up to a root that was larger than herself, placing her hand upon it, feeling the wizened bark for herself in awe. 

	And yet, something about that place bothered her – there were no sounds of nature, no insects buzzing or chirping, no animals calling, even in the distance. There were no signs of any life other than the trees and the grass. She inhaled, her eyes narrowing at the strange feeling of weight in her lungs. It was as if the air itself was thicker, fuller, somehow. There was almost a light sensation of electricity on her scales, on her skin. 

	A tingle ran up her spine, and she whirled in place, looking through the trees around the pond with a slowly panning gaze. There was nothing to be found, but the unease creeping through her nerves, like venomous worms burrowing through the earth, remained. Was she being watched? 

	Drip. Splash. The noise of a single drop of water falling to the pond from a tree’s leaf seemed to somehow echo amongst the green titans, ripples spreading across the surface of the serene pool and rebounding into themselves. Grill’s eyes scanned the surroundings until – at that exact moment – they met a pair that stared back, golden, canine, the gates to a hoary soul that seemed to pull the blonde into an infinite darkness. A tendon in her neck tightened, heels grinding into the dirt as she spread her stance wide instinctively. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

	“Ah, there are our hosts,” Linda said. The sudden, surprising noise snapped the cursed dragon out of her trance to such a degree that she sprang off the ground like a cat, soaring a dozen meters into the air from the sheer strength in her toned legs, off-balance and flailing wildly, until she came back down with a loud thud and a pained groan, rubbing the back of her head and gritting her teeth as the world swam around her.

	The Zephyr glanced over at the agonized dragongirl and snorted humorously. “Oh dear. I forgot to warn you that even dragons tend to be a bit overwhelmed by the atmosphere of a god’s inner sanctum on their first foray. Well, do not be too hard on yourself. At least you gave the trees something to laugh about for the next few years!”

	“This is the one you spoke of?” asked a booming, masculine, rumbling voice from the other side of the pond. Her vision clearing up, Grill looked over and took in the sight of a colossal grey wolf, even larger than Linda herself, with a jagged scar across a single ruined eye. 

	“Indeed. Her name is Grill. I would ask that you show her a degree of mercy, as this is her first time encountering spirits like yourselves, and she is not altogether learned in such dealings,” the feathered dragon replied calmly.

	“A runt?” the prodigious beast asked, his jaw slowly lagging behind his telepathic speech.
 
	“Yes.”

	“Yours?”

	“Of course not. I merely took her under my wing when I found her. Or rather, she found me, I should say.”

	“Dangerous, is she?”

	“She’s no dragon, not as she is now. I could handle her even in my human form,” Linda said, glancing down at Grill meaningfully. The dragongirl slowly got to her feet and patted herself off, still lightly dazed, only dimly aware that she was being spoken of. 

	“I see,” said the wolf. His immense paw lifted, and the beast began to walk around the pond, approaching the duo of dragons warily. “I cannot fathom the torment of having one’s true self stolen away. What, precisely, is the nature of this malediction?”

	“It is no simple curse of transformation,” Linda explained. “It appears to be a metaphysical sublimation effect, but I have never heard of such a curse, nor do any of my books tell of such a thing. I have even gone so far as to ask my mother, and she knew nothing of it.” 

	“The runt does not know the source?”

	“No, unfortunately. She has no memories of how she became this way. Otherwise, we could have tracked down the one who cast it in the first place and learned how to break or redirect it much more easily. The only hint we have to go on is: if it is a curse capable of subjugating a being as mighty as a dragon, who lives and breathes magic, the caster must have been extraordinarily powerful as well.” 

	Grill, sensing, perhaps, that she was witnessing something rare and incredible, remained silent – she absorbed with her eyes the movements of both the giants, which appeared to hold far more meaning than their words. Linda made no movements at all, her form entirely relaxed, except following the approach of the great wolf with her neck, not meeting his eyes, but not avoiding them either. The wolf, on the other hand, moved at a deliberately slow and unaggressive pace, emanating no hostility and yet no weakness all the same, only cautious curiosity. 

	“Another dragon, then. Or a god?” the wolf mused, a savage yet doglike grin spreading across his muzzle, as if amused by the idea. 

	“That was my first thought as well. But dragons kill their enemies, and I have not known any god to use a curse like this,” the Zephyr responded, her tail slowly sliding from one side to the other as she spoke. 

	“My, how nettlesome. An unknown malediction, with an unknown root. Sooth, I see now why you are so desperate for the aid of a deity,” the wolf chuckled darkly, nearing Grill and beginning to sniff at her. “Hmmph. I know not this scent.”

	“What do you mean?” the blonde asked anxiously. 

	“It is quite the pity, but I am yet not possessed of the wisdom needed to identify your affliction,” the primal spirit said. 
	“What?! Aren’t you a god?!” Grill screamed as all her hopes dashed upon the rolling boulder of disappointment. 

	“Grill! Be respectful!” Linda hissed. However, her concern proved unnecessary. After a moment of surprise, the wolf threw back his head and erupted into a deafening laugh that resounded through the tranquil woods. 

	“Foolish little one, I am no deity! I am Greydance, no more than the Silent Walker’s guardian. He whom you seek is well known for his urges to wander his lands. I guard this place moreso than I protect my master, for he desires not the presence of myself nor my children on his rounds. We are incapable of discretion, and disturb the beasts he wishes to observe in peace,” the wolf rumbled from his throat amidst his jolly chuckles. The dragongirl seemed to heave a sigh of relief, not quite moving with the controlled elegance of her peers. 

	“I was forced to wait to meet him as well, Grill, which is why I took so long,” the beautifully feathered dragon explained. 
	“So when does he get here?” Grill asked, looking up at the titanic wolf.

	“Whenever he pleases, runt. You are both free to remain until then,” Greydance said before turning and patting his paws over the grass to return to his perch upon a tremendous root overseeing the pond. “Goodhound, you may speak with them, if you wish,” he barked through the trees, and the blonde twisted her neck to see that the pair of golden eyes that she had locked with earlier belonged to a jet black wolf a couple times her own size, and she was no petite woman. 

	Slinking from the shadows, Goodhound trotted down to meet the guests, calmly sitting a respectful distance away. “How do you do?” the she-wolf said in a velvety tone, the first creature aside from Grill to speak with her mouth rather than her mind, a sign that her magical ability was still growing along with her size, if her father was any indication. 

	“Quite well, thank you,” Linda replied, sitting back and relaxing. 

	“I’m so tired of this stupid form. I can’t wait to get my real body back,” Grill groaned, looking down at herself with a face of utter disgust, especially at the useless sacks of fat on her chest.

	“I can imagine so. My apologies for that fright earlier,” she said. “No one has ever spotted me while I was hiding before. I never considered that I might be rather unsettling when actually seen.” 

	“You’re pretty spooky!” the dragongirl said with blatant candor, only to receive the thwap of a feathered tail to her backside. She straightened up, and, hesitating for a moment, said, “I mean, that fur of yours is terribly lustrous and it has quite the effect when you are in the shade. You must have many suitors!”

	“Why, thank you. But no, the only other males in this land are my brothers and my father. I will have to go north to where the roving packs of my kind live, once I am of age to find a mate,” the black furred wolf explained. 

	“Your brothers?” 

	“Yes, they are out hunting at the moment. There are five of them, but only one can remain to become the next guardian of the Silent Walker once father passes. Naturally, the firstborn of the litter has earned that right by proving dominant and superior to the others. The other four will strike out with me to find our people and create new lives for ourselves elsewhere.”

	“Uhuh. Very interesting,” Grill said, her eyes glazing over as she nodded the same way that she did when listening to one of Linda’s lectures. Thankfully, at that moment an echoing howl resounded through the trees of the sanctum, and both of the spirit wolves turned their heads to look towards the source.

	“That would be my brothers. They’ve had a successful hunt. Are you hungry at all?” Goodhound asked politely. 

	“Yeah!” Grill said without thinking, before receiving another painful tail whack, suppressing a pained groan through gritted teeth and a twitching eye. The blonde glanced over at Linda with a ghastly frown, and the wind dragon blinked at her plainly.

	“How many times do I have to remind you? You have to cook meat before you can eat it, Grill. And that requires your breath. You are not hungry, not now,” Linda said mentally, but she did not move her jaw. It was a clandestine message. The irritation on the cursed dragon’s face drained gradually as she realized her companion was quite correct, replaced instead with grim acceptance, and she turned back to the wolf with a pained sigh. 

	“Actually, you know what, nevermind, not that hungry, I shouldn’t impose on ya.”

	“As you wish. I do not think any of us will complain, it is simply more food for ourselves,” the beautiful dark wolf said as she rose to her feet. The noise of brisk trotting neared in the silence, and soon five huge wolves leapt over one of the overgrown roots into sight, each with an elk in their jaws. Upon seeing the visitors, the largest of them dropped his prize to the ground and bolted towards the feathered dragon with a savage snarl, only stopping when Linda turned to face him and made no move to back down. She dwarfed him easily and eyed him with superior disdain. Grill, on the other hand, had her sights set on the fresh kill with hungry eyes.

	“State your name!” the golden-furred newcomer barked, baring his fangs as he growled in open aggression. The words he spoke echoed, not in the forest, but in the ears of all present, carrying with them a natural sort of magic that compelled those who heard it to obey. The feathered serpent, however, simply scoffed at it derisively; the wolf repeated himself, louder, more force of will behind his words – and yet, to the dragon, he may as well have been a child attempting to speak its first words. 

	“Oh my, such zeal! I suppose you are the up-and-coming alpha, then? Practicing your guardian duties?” Linda giggled, seemingly more amused than threatened.

	“I will rip your throat out!” he roared, stamping one huge paw into the dirt as if for emphasis.

	And then, in that instant, Linda’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a brief, subtle, yet firm growl of her own as the feathers stood up all over her body. “Check yourself, mongrel!” she boomed, speaking, truly speaking, for the first time since meeting Grill, her words causing all the pups to freeze in place. With the situation defused, she continued telepathically: “Are you, perhaps, hard of sight? You speak to no mere denizen of this forest. I wouldst hope that I am not forced to teach a child some manners before his siblings and father.” 

	The power of her words clearly knocked the hostility from the spirit wolf; he immediately glanced over at his father, who showed him what could only be called a grin, then back at the Zephyr, slowly backing away. “I see. So you already spoke with father. Very well. My apologies, dragon. I was too rash,” he communed mentally. 

	“You have much to learn, young one. Respect for your elders will go a long way. We have come for an audience with the Silent Walker, and await his return.”

	“I understand. I apologize again for my hastiness,” the grey wolf bowed.

	“There are no hard feelings. I believe I shall go chat with your father – his knowledge on local flora and fauna is simply superb,” Linda said simply, visibly relaxing as well. She turned and began to walk around the circumference of the pond, headed towards Greydance. Grill, who had paid the entire exchange little attention, continued to stare longingly at the fresh elk by the rest of the wolves, wiping a droplet of hungry drool from her lip with the back of her hand. 

	“Excellent work, Midas,” Goodhound cackled loudly. “You’ll make a legendary guardian! The wolf pup who thought he could fight a dragon!”

	“Be quiet!” Midas growled. 

	“You gonna start barking at father and demanding his name every time you come back from a hunt?” asked one of the other wolves, which put the rest into rancorous laughter. 

	“Silence! Let’s just eat before the prey spoil!” Midas snarled, heading for the deer, flanked by his siblings who were similarly famished. Grill was forced to watch every agonizing moment that they crunched through bone and tore flesh from the carcasses, barely resisting the urge to go over, claim a leg, and roast it for herself. Weary of the sight, she turned around, plopped down on the ground and crossed her legs. 

	A few moments later, hot breath spilled over the nape of her neck, and something sniffed at her. “You’re a dragon, aren’tcha? That means you’re always in heat, and can breed with just about anything, eh?” an unfamiliar, nervous voice asked. “You smell so good. Hey, hey, become my bitch!” the unknown wolf whispered seedily into her ear. She did not so much as acknowledge his existence, staring at the beautiful pond. “Hey. Come on! I wanna mate with you!” he sang quietly.  

	“Not interested in desperate virgins. Beat it,” Grill growled. 

	“Hey, come on, bitch! It’ll be worth it!” the wolf panted lustfully, starting to trot back and forth behind her. “I bet you’ve never seen what a wolf carries between his legs, eh? Go on, take a look, bitch.” Out of idle curiosity more than anything else, Grill did turn her head, spotting the veiny pink flesh rapidly unsheathing beneath the wolf’s bulk. 

	“Looks mangy, just like the rest of you,” the blonde said flatly, returning to the far more pleasant view of the trees and pond. “Besides, I’ve seen how dogs do it. A minute of sex, and then twenty of fucking nothing at all. I’d rather eat rocks.”	
	“No, no! We’re not normal wolves! We’re spirits! I can do it any way you want! As many times as you want! Come on, come on!” the wolf whined, lowering his muzzle to her back and nipping at her scales insistently. 

	“Touch me again and I’ll snap your pride so it never flies straight again,” Grill hissed loudly, turning and staring into the wolf’s eyes threateningly. He slowly backed away, clearly cowed, only to jump when he heard the unbridled laughter of his siblings from behind him, having finished their meal already.

	“Well done, Howler! You resort to attempting to seduce a dragon and when it does not go your way, you still lack the manhood to take her by force. Pathetic runt,” Midas laughed, clearly glad not to be the laughingstock of the group again. “We left you the scraps, as usual. Eat, and let me show you how to claim a female,” he growled, grinning at Grill as he strolled towards her with utmost confidence.  

	“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Grill rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and folding her arms beneath her chest. “I’m not interested in any of you stupid adolescent mutts! Just leave me alone!”

	“Brave words for such a small woman. I’m much larger than you, you know. I can have you any time I want you,” the alpha chortled, approaching her. 

	“You want to test your luck? I hope your father doesn’t get too upset when I send you running to him minus those testicles you’re so fond of,” Grill snarled, raising a fist up at him. 

	“I like my females feisty. You have no idea how hard you’re making me,” the massive beast laughed, the sword between his legs unsheathing, naturally larger than the previous one. “Bend over and enjoy it, bitch!” he said, using his true voice that could have tempted most mortals to do so in spite of the circumstances. But the dragongirl simply raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

	“Okay, that’s it, I’m going to rip your balls off,” she said decisively, stomping towards the alpha with an aggressive stride, shoulders bobbing back and forth along with her arms. 

	“You really think you can? Try it, bitch,” Midas chuckled, stepping forward dauntlessly in spite of the fact that his voice had no effect. “I’m twice your size.” Being at the same height, their eyes locked – his an ethereal blue, hers bronze – and neither broke off, their stares only intensifying as they came nearer.

	“Shame that your meat isn’t as unusually sized as the rest of you,” the blonde grinned as she went. “Otherwise I might have been interested in what you had to offer.”

	“If it was any larger, there’s no way a girl as tiny as you could take it.”

	“I think you’d be surprised at what I could take, mutt,” she growled, taking another step forward, now inches away from the gold beast, close enough to feel the hot blasts of his breaths wash over the flesh of her bosom. “It’s too bad you’re such a cunt, or you might have been able to find out.”

	“Oh yeah? What’s stopping me from pushing you over and seeing for myself right now?” he asked, baring his fangs and leaning in even closer. 

	“You don’t have the guts!” she hissed, reaching up and flicking the wolf on the snout, forcing a pained yelp and a vigorous shake of the head out of him. The moment he had recovered from the agony – he leapt forward, knocking the dragon over into a sprawl with his sheer bulk, snarling furiously down at her face. Without missing a beat, she roared back at him, and in response, he began to bark, beginning a contest of noise. 

	“Goodness, they sure are lively over there,” Linda said as she observed the pair from afar.

	“Youth is always so precious,” Greydance replied. 

	Soon, Grill ran out of air, and squeaked out the final note of her savage scream, panting lightly. At the same time, Midas ceased his barking; a single, tense moment passed between them before he leaned down and licked her face with his long canine tongue, leaving behind a warm trail of saliva on her cheek as she endured it with one shut eye. There was another quiet moment where the only sound was the wind in the trees – and then the dragongirl’s lips curled into a sultry smile.





	“Is this how humans do it?” Midas asked, his voice wavering with nerves and pleasure. The blonde sat on her knees beneath him, her fingers exploring the impressive length of the wolf’s blunt member. Her smooth red scales slid from the tip, where a musky fluid had begun to leak, all the way to the thick knot at the pink flesh’s base, wrapping around it and squeezing as if to test its stiffness. There was a devious smile on her face; likely, it was due to knowing that she had all the control over the spirit beast in such a situation. 

	“Sometimes,” Grill answered, gently pumping his shaft from knot to tip and back, enjoying the way it jerked and spasmed in her hand, inches from her face. It emanated a strong, musky scent, the scent of a beast’s pride. Her vivid irises drifted down to the wolf’s sack, dangling between his legs, and she seized it with her other hand, fingers wrapped tightly about both testes. “Are you sure you want me down here? I did say I was going to rid you of these.”

	“I’m… willing to risk it,” the canine muttered anxiously. “I’m almost certain you need them on me more than you’d like to remove them.” 

	“Lucky for you, you’re right,” she agreed, starting to fondle them pleasantly, prompting the wolf to break into light panting. She lifted them up and felt their weight, lightly rubbing one between her index and thumb, lowering them back down and switching to the other. He could only stand there, lightly shaking from the gentle, playful pressure over such a sensitive place. Satisfied with his reaction, she turned her focus back to his manhood, leaning in and brushing her lips against his flesh, licking up the strong pre dutifully and coaxing a pleased growl from her partner. 

	“Your mouth?” Midas asked between pants, unable to see beneath himself very easily. 

	“Mmmhmm,” Grill hummed, proceeding to run her tongue from the base of his tip all the way back to his knot experimentally. It throbbed powerfully against her, and the wolf’s leg twitched and lifted up on reflex.

	“Nng! It’s fantastic,” he groaned, gritting his teeth as he struggled to hold himself back. 

	“Just getting started,” she said under her breath before wrapping her lips around his girth and taking a few inches of it into her mouth, teasing the turgid column with her velvety tongue as she slowly bobbed her head back and forth with noisy slurps. Her hand softly squeezed and rubbed over his base with the same rhythm as her suckling. His twitchy leg began to outright stamp into the ground like a hammer as he shivered and grunted weakly, marveling at how incredible her warm and wet cavity felt around his manhood, a sensation of heat and electricity jolting through it. 

	“Feels hot… feels hot! Hot hot hot!” he whined, and, with a tremendous jerk of his dick, a thick stream of seed spilled into Grill’s mouth – she pulled off, the second spurt splashing over her face before she could lean away and let the rest shoot out in long, ropey strands onto the grass. She watched, fascinated by the sight of the wolf’s spasming meat in her hand, allowing the strong, bitter fluid to linger on her tongue for a moment before gulping it down, feeling the dense warmth trickle down her throat, a heated blush going to her cheeks. 

	“That was quick,” the blonde said plainly, wiping the semen from her face with a hand to lick it up. “I sincerely hope you’re not finished,” she added, reaching down to gently finger herself as she watched the last few spasms of his orgasm fade away. 

	“Just give me a minute,” he panted, his tail wagging joyfully. 





	Slowly, the dragongirl’s inviting folds parted as the wolf pushed his long, thick member inside her slickness with a barely audible squelch. Grill let out a tiny ‘mmph,’ lifting her head up beside Midas’s, and shot him her finest bedroom eyes. “Keep going,” she whispered, her jaw dropping immediately when he thrust deeper into her heat, and deeper still again. Her claws began to dig into the boulder she was leaning over, gouging great cuts in the stone with ease.  

	“You… have a fine quim,” he growled appreciatively as her walls danced over his shaft like layers of silk, tightening and releasing rhythmically.

	“If you think I’m gonna start complimenting you just because you compliment me, you got another thing coming,” Grill spat. “Just fuck me already!” she hissed, lifting her back upwards to rub against the grey wolf’s warm underside insistently. Wordlessly compliant, he threw his hips forward one more time, burying all the rest of his dick up to the knot, which smushed against her vulva hard. “Hnn,” she moaned suddenly. The thick bud of flesh pressed her clit like a button. 

	“Heh, having trouble?” the alpha wolf asked smugly, only for her to look into his eyes with irritation and desire that conveyed much more than words ever could. Unable to resist any longer, he began bucking into her rhythmically, grunting as she clamped down on his length every time he slammed all the way in - only to pull out so he could repeat the motion like a horny dog, eliciting pleasured moans from the dragongirl as well. 

	“They are really going at it,” Linda observed impartially in the distance. 

	“Ah, it harkens back to the glory days,” Greydance sighed wistfully. 

	“Unf, ungh, don’t you dare cum yet,” Grill hissed between lustful gasps and shivers as she bounced forward and back, her ample breasts and messy locks of hair swinging along with her. 

	“Funny, hngh, what about you? You sound like a dying donkey with those unwomanly brays of yours,” Midas chuckled dominantly, glad that she had taken the edge off of his arousal beforehand. 

	“I’ll rip your throat out, you stupid mutt! Ah! Ahn!” the dragon whined, her knees wobbling dangerously with the next couple of thrusts into her depths. Even so, she managed to muster the strength to wrap an arm around the spirit wolf’s foreleg, digging her claws into his shoulder until the gilded fur was stained with red. The pain forced a snarl out of him, and he redoubled the pace and force behind his humping, furiously paying her back for each and every drop of his blood that she shed.

	“You… beastly woman!” he yelled, his rear leg twitching uncontrollably as he ravenously took her. 

	“Mangy mongrel!” Grill cried, attempting to buck back against his swings as she hurtled towards her climax, her passage powerfully twinging around his immense meat.

	“Horny bitch!” he groaned.

	“Yes! Harder!” she gasped, her eyes shutting as she unleashed an impassioned cry of utter bliss with the beginning of her orgasm. The knot thwudded into her one more time – and her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably as hot ecstatic sensation washed over her from her core. Recognizing her peak, Midas swung into her a few more times before he tensed up, sliding in as far as he could, and going absolutely still with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. His balls twitched upwards slightly, and a stream of semen spilled inside the dragon as he panted heavily, soon overflowing. Indulging in his instincts, Midas remained exactly where he was, ejaculating at a slow but steady pace, the runoff of spunk dripping to the ground.

	“Ohh,” Grill sighed contentedly as she slowly opened her eyes, shivering from the gradually fading aftershocks of her climax, face glowing. She reached down to gently touch the spasming shaft inside her, wiping up some of the excess cum which she brought to her lips and licked off. “Not bad for a shabby cur.” He eyed her tongue as it flicked over her fingertips, giving a lustful growl.
	“Are you trying to arouse me again?” the wolf asked in a low tone. 

	“Do you even have what it takes to go again?” she asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice. 

	“I’m no mere hound,” Midas growled, throwing a wet thrust into the sweaty dragongirl as example. She squirmed sensually against his fluff, still excessively sensitive. “And you’ll find out, if you keep testing me.”

	“Idiot,” Grill muttered. "You should quit while you’re ahead.”

	“Should I?” he asked, his voice dripping with conceit. Heedless of her warnings, he only continued to leisurely hump her, coaxing a grunt out of her lips, her tail slowly sliding over his belly.

	“Mn. Mmh. You’re clueless, aren’t you?” she giggled, shaking her head.

	“About what, pray tell?” he asked, bucking his hips inwards again. The dragon said nothing, she merely waited for a moment, chuckling to herself as if she knew the punchline of a joke and refused to share it. Suddenly, the wolf found himself flying onto his back, smashing into the grass – only after a moment of shock did he realize she had shoved him off with absurd strength that belied her human frame. Before he could roll back onto his legs, or so much as yelp in surprise, she was already on top of him, straddling his barrel chest with a frightening grin on her face and a wild look in her eye. 

	“Do you seriously think you’re special for being able to go a few times? Haven’t you heard the stories? When a dragon mates for real, they can go for days on end,” she whispered, her fingers running through his golden fur sensually. “Sometimes weeks. There is nothing with a greater libido than a dragon, once it has been unleashed,” she hissed, licking her lips lasciviously. “Do you really think you, a whelp of a spirit, can handle that?”

	Off-balance, overwhelmed, in the most vulnerable position possible, the wolf could only weakly struggle to free himself from her unnatural weight, but she grabbed his forelegs and held him still. The awkwardness of the position caused his member to rapidly shrink as survival instincts kicked in. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she clicked her tongue, slowly shaking her head, a pleasant blush on her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have gotten greedy. No turning back now!” 

	“That runt has gotten himself into some trouble this time, has he not?” Greydance chuckled. 

	“I would not be too concerned. Grill is bluffing. Her needs are no different from those of an ordinary human,” Linda explained. “She’s just horny.” 

	 The blonde lifted herself off of him and turned around, reaching down to grip his member. Slowly, savoring the feeling, she lowered herself upon it, allowing it entrance to her passage. Midas watched as her round, scaled rump slowly lowered, her tail coiling sensuously in the air, beginning to pant as he felt her moist heat engulf his tip, then his shaft, no less incredible than before. His manhood reacted by starting to engorge once more within her, but not before she took in the slowly growing bulge of his knot with a pleased snort, her tush pressed to his pelvis, every inch of his meat buried in to her pink depths. 

	“Now we’re talking,” she growled pleasantly, slowly wagging her hips left to right to adjust to his increasing girth. As the bulb of hot flesh began to spread her folds wider, she froze, gritting her teeth with a mixture of pain and pleasure, a distressed groan spilling from her lips.

	“Too tight?” Midas barked nervously.

	“Like hell it is,” she spat, tendons all over her body twitching. She reached out and grabbed his legs for leverage, groaning as she slowly rolled her hips up, then down, up, then down, grinding against him, her walls squeezing over his entire member. The incredible stimulation was bizarre to him, the position was all wrong, and yet some part of him could not help but enjoy the game of dominance, his tail wagging despite himself. “Right, let’s see how long you can last!” she said over her shoulder. 






	The air was thick, lingering upon his tongue, tasting of trees; the water serene, only the ripples of a single wolf drinking from it traveling across its surface. It was a magnificent sight. The cursed dragon, slowly writhing atop him, running a hand through her long, blonde hair that seemed to shine in the sunlight that peeked in through the canopy – her crimson scales twinkling, almost – moving sensually, sexually, fully engrossed in the act of lust and passion. Accepting it, accepting his fate, the wolf threw his head back, tongue lolling out as she bounced on top of him, giving in to all the pleasure wracking his body.

	The immense, uncomfortable pressure of the knot gradually transfigured into heat and arousal, the feeling of being absolutely stuffed almost tonic to Grill. She felt him suddenly shudder beneath her, and then the eruption of warm density inside. The wolf let out a long, drawn out sigh of contentment, but this time he had fully invoked his canine instincts, leaving him turgid and tied within her; and she continued to ride him, embracing that electric heat in her depths which flowed gently through her. The previous sex had been intense, the result no different. Now, she was enjoying pleasure at her leisure, and her orgasm would be no less placid than the pond.

	Several minutes later, the blonde chewed on her lip, her hips shivering as pleasant warmth cleared her mind. She slowly relaxed with the orgasm, leaning back, closing her eyes, panting lightly, no concerns in her head. She basked in the warmth in her core, the rays of light falling on her, the musky scent of their prolonged sex. Eventually, the wolf’s member, too, softened, slowly slipping out of her.

	“Grill?” Linda said mentally from the distance. The blonde cracked open an eye and glanced at her companion sideways.

	“What do you want?” she grumbled, annoyed. 

	“Are you finished with your roleplaying?”

	“Does it look like I’m finished?” Grill snapped grumpily. 

	“Grill, the deity has returned,” the feathered dragon said, softly. The dragongirl’s other eye shot open, and she clambered off Midas awkwardly in a huff, whirling around, trying to spot the Silent Walker. 

	“Where? I don’t see him!” she exclaimed. 

	“Grill, at your feet,” Linda whispered. The blonde looked down, expecting anything, or so she thought. But she did not expect an innocuous squirrel, looking up at her with beady eyes. 

	“What? This is the Silent Walker?” Grill asked, pointing a finger down at it. 

	“Gods can take any form!” Linda said through her mind. “You need to treat it respectfully!”

	“Wait, has this thing been watching me?” the girl said, her expression slowly turning to one of surprise and disgust. 

	“Grill, greet him properly!” Linda hissed. “Do you want to have your body back or not?”

	Grill straightened out immediately, squatting down to be closer to the woodland creature. Unsure of what to do, she started by reaching out a finger to the tiny thing, wondering how it would react. The squirrel chittered and sniffed at her finger, then started to rub its head with its hands, indistinguishable from any other squirrel. She shot a glance at the Zephyr, who just stared back, unhelpful. She looked back down – and saw hooves. Slowly, she traced those legs upwards to come face-to-face with a noble stag with dazzling golden irises, antlers wrapped in holly, staring down at her, emanating majesty. 

	It was just an ordinary sized deer. And yet, it was like looking upon the beginning of the world, or the end of it. Her every instinct screamed of the unfathomable power of the being before her. Grill’s breath stopped short, unblinking, jaw hanging open, gazing upon the deity in utter awe. The Silent Walker lowered its lips to her forehead, grazing it gently, and the dragongirl’s body fell limp, tilting backward and collapsing in the grass. The majestic figure turned, and then it was a shimmering blue butterfly, winging away. 






	
	“You’re never going to get your real body back, you know that?” said the cloaked figure to the dragon. “You think someone else is gonna come flying in and fix you, so you screw around and do nothing. You’re a pain in Linda’s ass, you know. She’s been nothing but generous to you, well beyond her obligation as a fellow drake, and you have spat in her face time and time again.”

	“Who the hell are you?!” Grill roared. 

	“That’s not important. When are you going to thank Linda for all she’s done for you? When are you going to thank Simmer for hunting for you, cooking for you, bringing you gold and silver to add to your pitiful hoard?”

	“Who gives a shit?! They should be thanking me!” Grill yelled, diving for the shadowy person, only for them to vanish from her fingers.

	“What a draconian mindset. Do you know what the root of that word is?”

	“Fuck off!” Grill snapped, whirling around to see the stranger in the distance. She sprinted towards it, snarling. 

	“You certainly behave like a dragon, but you aren’t one. So what are you, then?” the sinister voice asked, once again vanishing the moment she reached it. “If you’re not a dragon, but act like one, you’re just a pretender, wouldn’t you say?”

	“SHUT UP!” Grill seethed, finding the figure once more and charging for it with her horns aimed for its breast. 

	“You haven’t changed at all since this curse was placed on you, have you? You’re the same selfish, conceited, lazy scum you were before. The moment anything doesn’t go your way, you try to kill it. And if you can’t kill it, you run away, or you give up. How pathetic.”

	The figure vanished just as the tip of her horn touched it, this time appearing what felt like miles away. But her anger could not be quashed. She ran for it, sensing nothing but the urge to kill. 

	“You are, truly, the most cowardly thing I’ve ever met.”

	“DIE!” she screamed as she ran, but the faster she moved, the further away the figure seemed to become. She moved until her legs burned with exertion, until her heaving breaths could no longer support her body, and she collapsed to her hands and knees, gasping for air. She looked up, and she could no longer even see the stranger, so far had it gone.

	“You have no words to deny anything? Are you incapable of doing anything except thrashing about like a toddler?”

	“You… you don’t know anything! You have no idea who I am or what it’s like not to have your real body! Don’t you dare judge me!” the blonde howled. 

	“Do you even know where you are?” the voice asked, as loud and clear as if it was beside her. She blinked, looking at the ground, and saw nothing, only infinite abyss. And as she comprehended it, the once solid darkness was solid no more, and then she fell, drifting into an infinite void with no beginning and no end. 


	“You shouldn’t have had sex with that spirit.”
	“I was excited to get my body back.”
	“He was a lesser spirit, unworthy of you.”
	“He knew how to play the game.”
	“You would have spread your legs for the omega as well.”
	“No.”
	“Yes.”
	“Only if I was in the mood.”
	“You were in the mood.”
	“I was.”

	“You had sex with Simmerscale, too.”
	“She’s cute, and good with her tongue.”
	“You disappointed her when you cut things short.”
	“I was tired and wasn’t getting anything out of it.”
	“But you had a reason to get her off.” 
	“Dominating her made me feel good, but it got old quickly.”
	“You wanted to feel like a dragon.”
	“I wanted to feel like a dragon.”

	“You are afraid of Linda.”
	“She is beautiful and mighty, everything that I am not.”
	“You do not trust her.”
	“She knows more than she’s telling me.”
	“She does it to protect you.”
	“She does it to protect herself.”
	“She is too kind to you.”
	“She is too kind to me.”
	“You would kill her without a second thought if you were not cursed.”
	“No.”
	“You would.”
	“I would.”
	“You would kill Simmer, too.”
	“No.”
	“You would.”
	“I would.”
	“You are a dragon.”
	“I am a dragon.”
	“You destroy.”
	“I rule.”
	“You rule all.”
	“I destroy all.”

	
	The mighty and terrible dragon lifted itself from the darkness, raising its fearsome head and looking down upon that which it ruled. At its feet, a pale blonde girl stood, young, feeble, frightened. The dragon lifted one of its immense legs, and crushed the despised creature beneath its foot. 

	The dragongirl lifted herself from the darkness, opening her eyes and looking across at the cloaked stranger. She reached forth and seized it by the throat, throttling it with every ounce of her strength. It shook from the force of her arms, and the hood fell back, revealing the blonde dragongirl. She reached forward and wrapped her hands about her neck, tightening her grip. The tighter she squeezed, the tighter the hands about her throat became. Her vision blurred, and yet she crushed the flesh harder. Soon, darkness overcame her. 

	The frail blonde girl lifted herself from the darkness, blinking her eyes clear, taking in the sight of the massive red scaled dragon before her. She stared in awe, powerless, as the dragon lowered its neck, opened its terrifying jaws, and crushed her within them with a sickening crunch.





	“I see, he placed her into an introspective trance,” Linda said, observing from afar as Grill shivered and mumbled out strange words in a sleep-like state. “He must be intending for her to break her own curse through spiritual metamorphosis, but with a curse like that, such a method is exceedingly dangerous!”

	“Sooth, you are correct,” Greydance growled. “The only path available now is to hope your friend survives.”

	“If things get too dire, I may have to break her out of it by force,” the dragon said.

	“Beware, if you thwart my master, you may only be thwarting yourselves.”

	“I’m willing to risk your master’s ire, Greydance.”

	“It is not that to which I refer. Think on your chances. Perhaps this is the only real opportunity to break the malediction.”

	“Maybe. But even so, it’s not worth her life,” the dragon said decisively. 

	The minutes passed, and Grill’s torment seemed only grow in intensity as she squirmed on the ground, tossing and turning, weak, desperate groans spilling from her lips. Linda anxiously waited, eyes locked on her companion, praying under her breath that she would endure it. 

	And then, as Greydance and the rest of his pups watched the show, a cinder floated out from Grill’s mouth. Immediately, the elder wolf tensed, rising to his feet and peering more closely. A second, and a third ember arose, and then a whole spray of sparks as she arched her back and let out a blood-curdling cry of agony. No matter how docile a wild beast appeared, they could snap at any moment. Greydance leapt off of his root, snarling ferociously and stalking towards Linda like a predator. “You brought a FIRE-BREATHER, here?!” he bellowed, all of his fur standing on end. His children all turned to Linda, the situation dawning on them as well. “I will have your head!”

	The feathered dragon rose to her feet as well, backing away slowly as she was quickly surrounded on all sides by the guardian spirits. “Calm down! She’s not a threat! She knows not to use her flames here!”

	“She is a THREAT to this ENTIRE WOOD, you traitorous WENCH!” the elder wolf roared, barely restraining his fury. 
	“Be that as it may, I am a dragon of the wind. You could not ask for a more capable individual to take care of any fires. There is nothing to be concerned over,” the Zephyr said calmly. Despite his outward appearance, Greydance seemed to actually listen to her words, and for a moment, he stopped baring his fangs. 

	At that moment, a pillar of flame erupted from the dragongirl’s lips, rising high into the air, so high that it reached the canopy. Leaves burst aflame, the old, dry bark serving as excellent fuel. The fire spread in the blink of an eye. The ancient trees were just perfect tinder. 

	Before the wolves looked away from the growing fire, Linda made her move. She shouted a single word in the language of truth, infused with all her magic: “Awaken!”

	Greydance whirled, understanding immediately what she was doing, and charging at her. 

	“Grill! We’re leaving!” Linda roared, leaping from the earth and unfurling her wings on a course to scoop the dragongirl up with her mouth. But jaws clamped into her throat, the momentum of Greydance knocking her to the ground and on her side as he tore into her feathers and flesh. She cried out, flopping onto her feet and swinging her neck around to try and shake him off. But his grip was too tight, and he was larger than her, too large to send him flying with a flick of her neck. 

	“Kill the fire-breather!” Greydance yelled mentally to all his children, digging his paws into the earth to stay exactly where he was, rending her neck by digging his teeth in and yanking backwards. Obediently, all six of his pups raced to where Grill was.

	The blonde groggily opened her eyes, barely registering the inferno she was looking at. “Stupid… sun…” she coughed, raising a hand to shield her vision. Something big and sharp suddenly bit into her arm, piercing between her scales, lifting her up, and then she was hurtling through the air, but she could not even tell what was up and what was down as she felt the dull, dimly painful thud of impacting against something and tumbling to the ground. 

	Slowly, her vision stopped swimming, and somehow she understood that she was laying upside down against a tree, her horns stuck in the ground. Uttering a groan, Grill pulled herself onto the ground, flopping onto her back weakly. She could not tell what was happening. The only thing she could sense was the jagged pain in her arm, the scent of fire, and distant voices, hazy and incomprehensible. Slowly, she managed to look up, and saw a tremendous blue dragon being swung by its neck into a tree, smashing through the wood like pottery. She blinked. It was a wolf doing it, a giant wolf spirit. Then she saw furred legs, many pairs of them. They were coming nearer. 

	Blankly, she watched a golden paw lift and press into her chest, the pressure rendering it impossible for her to breathe. She weakly tried to push it with her good hand, but it did not budge. Her head bobbed back, and she saw the dragon scream and yell something as her hearing returned. 

	“GET AWAY FROM HER! STOP! I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH HER! AAARGH! AAGH!” Linda screeched, struggling with the wolf on her neck but to no avail. She had used all her magic to break the Silent Walker’s spell on Grill. She had no chance against a physically superior opponent. Blood splattered to the grass with every attempt to rip herself free from his grip. Her movements were growing sluggish. 

	No matter how docile a wild beast appeared, it could snap at any moment. 

	Snap. 

	Midas’s leg bent in a direction it was not meant to. Snap. And then another. Snap. And another. Those red scale hands made short work of his bones. The golden wolf had only enough time to whimper before a foot slammed into his midsection, hurling him through the air and into a tree with inhuman force. Surrounded by wolves, the wild beast rose to her feet, arms dangling at her sides, one dripping with blood. Her russet eyes glanced to the left, and then to the right. “I’m going to fucking kill every last one of you,” Grill said, her eyes hardened with fury. 

	The first fool leapt for her throat, and she met his head with a fist, smashing his skull in with his own momentum. The spirit dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, eyes dangling out of their sockets. Goodhound lunged for Grill’s leg from behind, wrapping her jaws around it and clamping down, drawing blood even through her armored scales. Before the dragon could counter, another jumped at her, and she caught its teeth with her arm. 

	It chewed through some of her scales, but she swung it into the next oncoming wolf, smashing them both together and forcing it to let go as bones shattered from the force. Midas limped at her with a defiant snarl, and she kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground, then stomped on him until enough things had broken that he stopped moving. She gave a quick swipe of her claws to Goodhound’s face, tearing bloody gashes in it and gouging one of her eyes. The black wolf gave a shrill scream and let go, twitching in agony. 

	Howler made a desperate charge at her, and the dragon opened her mouth, unleashing the inferno of her anger upon him, leaving nothing more than a charred corpse and burning grass in its wake. One of the wounded wolves jumped at her from behind, and she swung her elbow back into it, knocking it away into a tree with a yelp, no longer moving. The other wounded one came at her limping, snarling furiously. Grill strolled up to it, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, lifting it over her head, then brought it down on her knee, letting gravity snap its spine with an audible crack, killing it instantly. But she was not finished. 

	Greydance tore at Linda’s throat, ripping out sinews, until she stopped moving and went limp in his jaws. “Let her go, you overgrown shit!” Grill yelled from behind. He released the feathered dragon and turned to see the dragongirl dragging Goodhound closer. His eyes quickly scanned the burning sanctum, seeing the corpses of all his children, before narrowing back in on her.

	“YOU WILL DIE!” the elder wolf spirit roared, using his true voice that carried with it absolute command. The blonde, soaked in her blood and the blood of her enemies, chuckled at him with a savage grin. He froze in shock. His voice should have been able to overpower even dragons. But she just laughed at it as everything burned down around them. A tree tipped over, falling across the pond. “Are you a demon?!” he barked.

	“You want your last surviving progeny, you fuck?” Grill asked, lifting Goodhound up. “Back away from my dragon.” 

	Greydance growled furiously, baring his fangs, but complied, backing away from Linda. Grill’s grin widened, and she tossed the black wolf at her father, who caught her in his jaws and gently set her down. The dragongirl tossed her hair with a bloody hand and started to walk towards the Zephyr. The wolf let loose a final raging roar and bolted at her, carrying with him all his weight and strength. He would certainly crush her in his jaws, or trample her even if she managed to avoid them. 

	She whirled to face him, meeting his roar with her own, matching his in volume regardless of her size. She made no move to evade his stampede. His maw opened to crush her within, and her arms shot out in a blur. She grabbed his upper jaw with one hand and his lower with the other, immediately being pushed back with all his momentum, plowing the ash-covered dirt beneath her as she slid. But she was heavier than she looked, and her own inertia soon brought them to a stop. 

	He strained to force his mouth shut, and her sinewy arms flexed and shook as she held it open despite all of his immense power. It became a contest of endurance – whoever outlasted the other’s full strength would be the victor. Grill’s disadvantage soon became clear; she was straining most of her body just to match his jaws. She panted loudly, attempting to make every breath count – but the weight in her limbs only grew greater still. As she felt her arms failing, she inhaled one last time – and unleashed a torrent of hellfire down Greydance’s throat. He could only scream for a moment before his throat melted, the righteous brimstone burning away his flesh, leaving only the terrible smell of burnt fur. Once he stopped moving, she tore his lower jaw right off, tossing it aside with a deep gasp and utter exhaustion. 

	“Linda?” she squeaked, her voice hoarse. She glanced over, and saw that the dragon had not moved. “Linda?” Grill repeated, dragging herself over to the immobile feathered drake. She reached out and touched the singed feathers gently. “Hey… Linda?” There was still no response. The blonde stared, falling to her knees, partly from exhaustion, and partly from shock. “Linda? Linda?” she insisted, pushing firmly into the dragon’s bulk. 

	“I’m… alright,” came the deep reply, as the dragon slowly lifted her head and gazed at Grill. “Just trying to conserve my energy.” She was not even using her telepathy. “I could have blown out the fire before, but… now, it’s all I can do just to move. I’m rather thirsty, could you bring me to the pond?”

	“Sure,” Grill said, a relieved smile on her blood-soaked face. 
	
	




	They made good their escape by wing. When they made their return to the cave, Simmer flew into a frantic panic, grabbing all her medicinal supplies and attempting to patch up the uninterested Grill and the far-too-large Linda. Nevertheless, she was like a breath of fresh air. After the hullabaloo died down, Linda curled up in a corner of the cave to rest and recover, and Grill flopped down and sat against her for a pillow. “Hey, Linda?” she asked quietly when Simmer had gone off to fetch some water.

	“Yes, Grill?”

	“Thank you.”