Dracokin 4 - NEW (  ds fant MF dragon 

***Melaine

The sleeping chamber wasn't much, just three mats on the floor and a fast 
stream in one corner. The small crystals that acted as a light source were 
dimmer in here. I wondered if that was permanent.

One of the mats held the sleeping form of Graycin's other slave. She was 
naked, of course, and slightly curled up on the mat. Our entrance didn't 
disturb her, she was dead to the world.

Graycin gave me a shove towards the mats, then turned to stride out of the 
room. I stumbled towards the nearest mat and collapsed onto it. It was 
surprisingly comfortable and I was asleep in moments.

***Melaine

When next I awoke the girl I had seen at the cave's entrance was lying on the 
mat beside me. She was lying on her side facing away from me. The smell of 
sex filled the air. As I sat up she turned over with a moan, revealing a 
satisfied smile on her face.

I wondered how often I end up like that for a moment, before noticing that 
the other mat was empty. Wondering where both the dracokin and the other girl 
was I stood and walked to the chambers doorway. Well, I call it a doorway, 
but it was little more than a big hole.

Immediately I spotted the other girl, clambering around on the nearest mound 
of treasure. She seemed to just be picking up things at random and examining 
them like a little child. Glancing back at the still slumbering girl behind 
me I strode towards my other companion in slavery.

"Hi, there," I called to her.

She carefully put down the object she had been looking at and turned to face 
me. "Hi, you must Melaine, I'm Sharna," she said with a smile. I could feel 
her eyes roaming my naked body, so I exchanged the favour.

Sharna was neither a sex goddess nor a beautiful princess, but it was obvious 
she kept herself in shape. She was tall and thin, and naked I could tell she 
was a natural blonde. The daughter of a village healer I was surprised that 
her skin was a milky white, the kind of texture minstrels (in the dirtier 
stories) reserved for high born virgin ladies.

"You look good," Sharna commented, "Graycin will enjoy you."

I shuddered slightly at both the words and the way she said them. Obviously 
this girl had taken to her slavery with a passion. She was smiling happily, 
naked except for a collar, in the lair of one of the most dangerous creatures 
in our world. Most people would call her crazy.

"I'm sure," I returned, smiling. "Does he not mind you looking through his 
treasure?" I pointed beyond her to the treasures.

"So long as we're careful. Breaking something would not be good," she frowned 
theatrically.

I laughed. "No, I suppose not. Ah, do you know where I can wash up?"

***Graycin

It was mid afternoon and decided I that Melaine had rested enough. It was 
time for another lesson, but not a lesson in magic.

Melaine and Sharna were in the hot pools, enjoying a soak. It was a simply 
matter to summon Melaine. At Sharna's urging she hurried through the tunnels 
towards me.

She arrived, out of breath, those large breasts of hers quivering as she 
gasped. The human form is a marvellous sight, and at that moment, for the 
first time, I wondered why they covered themselves. Yes, I know about 
protection from weather, but they stayed covered even in environments they 
control. It would be an interesting subject to research, I somehow doubt it 
was all for joy of unwrapping the presents.

"Yes master, what do you wish?" the girl asked between gasped.

I was sitting in a stone chair I had formed for relaxing in. Don't ask me 
why, it was somewhat the whim, I much prefer lying down. I waved my hand at 
the ground at my feet. "Kneel," I commanded.

Melaine was kneeling before me so fast that it appeared she hadn't crossed 
the intervening space. I smiled at her, a little fear went along way to 
making a good slave. Of course my smile hardly comforted her, its something 
about having a set of teeth most predators would give, well their front teeth 
for.

"Tell me about yourself," I directed her.

"What do you wish to know?" she asked meekly.

"Everything, your birth, your life, why you seek magic, and most especially 
your deepest secrets," I gave her another of my grins.

She lowered her head, gazing at the ground. "Yes master," she said, her voice 
barely above a whisper. "I...I was born in Teleman in Northern Terash. My 
mother was," she sobbed, "my mother was a barmaid in a tavern, my father was 
one of her patrons, but she never knew who. I grew up n the tavern, watching 
my mother flirt with the men in the tavern.

"Mother said I was a very wilful girl, but all I knew was that I didn't want 
to end up like her. Magic seemed like the best way out. I tried to get 
apprenticeships with some of the human mages," Melaine closed her eyes. "They 
weren't interested in teaching a girl, although I did get a few offers as a 
bed warmer. I came across an old man who told me that I could learn from a 
dracokin. It seemed like a good idea, I thought," another sob interrupted 
her, "I thought because you weren't human you wouldn't want me like the 
others, but your offer to teach me was too good to pass up.

"Please master, I really want to learn, please," she fell silent, kneeling 
before me. I had originally planned to have some fun with her, but after 
hearing her admittedly brief story, I decided to be kind with her.

I reached down and pulled the girl up onto my lap. She sat there shivering. 
"Now, my pet, I will teach you, but I will also play with you. Both Sharna 
and Deala go through it and you bargained for more than them. Will you submit 
to me?"

Melaine hung her head even lower. "I have no choice." For now that would have 
to do. I gently lift Melaine again, turning her so she straddled my lap 
facing me.

***Melaine

I faced him, looking up into his eyes. His body shifted under me and I felt 
something press against my crotch. I knew what it was, and I knew that I 
didn't want to see it, but it was a like playing with a sore tooth, I 
couldn't help myself.

He was huge, bigger than any man I had seen. Now don't get me wrong, I was 
still a virgin, but growing up with a whore for a mother gives you lots of 
chances to see cocks. His size explained a few things, like why Sharna was 
sore yesterday.

"I'll never take that," I murmur in shock. It was strange, the fear I'd felt 
was gone, replaced by a kind of anticipation. It wasn't until later that I 
realised that I was relishing the  challenge of getting that monster cock in 
me.

He chuckled at my words. "You may make any preparations you wish, by take it 
you must," he told me.

I swallowed in fear. Knowing I'd need both him and me to be very wet, I slid 
backwards off his lap. My right hand found its way between my legs to play 
with myself while my left hand wrapped around his member. I leant forward and 
started slopply licking him, trying to get as much of my saliva onto his cock 
as I could.

"Hmm, that feels good," my lord and master sighed, his eyes slitted.

My youth had left me jaded when it came to sex, but somehow, either because 
of the challenge or the situation, I found myself getting into the act so 
much that I was about to cum for the first time before I remembered what I 
was supposed to be doing.

I raised myself to my masters lap once more and sat straddling him, hips 
raised above his rock hard rod. Slowly I lowered myself down, until I felt 
the head of his cock touch my delicate pussy lips. My gaze locked with his.

"May I master?" I asked, my voice husky with lust.

"Foolish question," he rumbled. "Do so now."

With my eyes closed I pushed down and felt the massive member's tip being 
forced into me. To say that the stretching didn't hurt would be to lie, but I 
was elated, simply because I was taking it into me. Opening my eyes I found 
him gazing at me.

"Take it slowly, no need to hurry, I am very patient," he advised me. Those 
words, a sentiment I had never heard while watching my mother "entertain," 
simply spurred me on. Even then I had to pause twice before I felt the his 
cock pressing against something inside me and found that I couldn't go any 
lower. I looked down and felt like crying, there was still so much of him out 
of me.

"Hmmm, I hadn't expected you to still be a virgin." He reached up and placed 
his claws on my shoulders. "This will hurt, this time." I didn't know what to 
do, what he was going to do. Gods, I was so ignorant when it came to my own 
body.

He pushed down on my shoulders, using on a fraction of his strength. I gave a 
small screech at the pain, and a few of the tears I'd been holding back 
rolled down my cheeks. I blinked away the tears and realised that I was being 
held close to his chest, wrapped in both arms and wings.

He let me pull away from him so that I was once more sitting away from him, 
with his cock buried deep inside. I gave a cry of delight when I realised he 
was all the way in me, I felt so full. Sitting there, on display before him, 
my every movement giving him pleasure and my every expectation shattered, I 
fell in love, or at least permanently in lust.

He reached up and gasped my sides just beneath my arms, one of the claws on 
both hands stroking my breasts. He gazed into my eyes, so deep those eyes.

"Ready?" he asked simply.

I lifted m arms and placed them on his shoulder, then nodded happily, it 
seemed wrong to speak. Together we lifted my body partway off his cock (yes 
he could have done it easily himself, but I did push too.) The push it back 
in. He controlled everything, the speed, the depth, the rhythm, me.

It was only a few strokes later that my orgasms started, but he would let me 
stop, forcing me to continue fucking him. I must have been a sight, the large 
globes of my breasts bouncing as I thrust my body up and down, quivering and 
spasming in ecstasy, moaning my love of him.

I passed before he came, I know that much, but he continued to use my 
unconscious body. When I woke up next on the mat in the sleeping chamber I 
still feel his cum between my legs.

***Adara

Thankfully I was in the village when one of the boys from the outer farms 
surrounding Dragon's Way came running in bearing the news. None of the old 
timers liked the fact that the King's army was approaching. When I pointed 
out that he was coming from the south and that made it more likely he was 
returning from some engagement instead of heading for one, they all relaxed.

It was a tribute to the boy's speed that it was another ten minutes before 
the messenger rode in, demanding to see the mayor and the local healer. The 
mayor, a simpering fool that most of the villagers ignored, of course wanted 
to hurry. I pointed out that if the King had wanted us urgently he should've 
sent mounts for us and anyway, I needed to return to my cottage for some 
supplies.

While the mayor fretted I dispatched a messenger of my own. I didn't know if 
Graycin knew or even cared that the King was so close, but it was worth more 
than my life to ignore it. Officially the King of Terash ruled Dragon's Way, 
but the King's Justice was distant, while dragon's justice was oh so 
immediate.

Saram, the mayor and I were escorted out to the fields the King's Army had 
camped in. It was obvious as I passed through the ranks of the "King's 
Finest" that they had come from an engagement.  A large number of the 
warriors were sporting wounds. Next to the largest tent was a depressing 
answer to the question of what they had engaged.

A wagon cage sat next to the King's temporary abode. Sitting, clothed only in 
rags and looking as bedraggled as a half-drowned rat was a elven woman. She 
was a noble elf, descended from the court of the queen, often called high or 
fair elves.  In this area I'd expect wood elves, or maybe the odd journeyman, 
or grey, elf passing through. So what was one of the noble elves doing in 
this part of the world, and why was a human King interested in her?

I doubted I'd ever get my answers, but was surprised to find myself and my 
simpering companion immediately guided into the King's presence. He was a 
bear of a man, one of those large types with lots of muscle and body hair. 
When I first set eyes on him he was lying upon a cot in full armour. The 
leather linking the plates on his left leg had been cut away, revealing an 
ugly mess of a wound in his thigh.

A number of other men surrounded the King. His personal healer would be one 
of them, and the one in armour would be his general. The rest were probably 
just the usual sycophants that surrounded a ruler.

"Ah, the great healer has come," the King announced, seeing me. "Come tend to 
my injury."

I gazed coolly at him. "As you command your majesty," I walked over to the 
cot. "Although it appears my skills have been greatly exaggerated." The King 
chuckled as I knelt beside him. "Elf shot," I surmised.

"Exaggerated you say," the King said, laughter in his voice. Surprising, 
considering how much pain the poison commonly called "Elf shot" causes. And 
no, he wasn't drugged. "I am told you were trained by a dragon, unusual in 
this age. Is that true?"

"I'll never tell. How long ago were you shot?" Elf shot was only ever used on 
arrows, which meant that the bowman must have been almost standing on the 
King in order to get through both the armour and as much of the wound as 
possible.

"Four days," the King replied. "The arrowhead was removed and the wound 
cauterised the same day."

I looked up at him. "Who was the idiot that did that?"

One of the men, the King's healer obviously, snorted. "It is a common way to 
deal with poisons."

I sighed. "And the reason that Elf shot kills humans so easily I suppose." I 
started searching through my bag, pulling out jars. "Unfortunately Elf shot 
changes when heated. On a blade it simply vaporises, but in the blood stream 
it becomes what is commonly believed to be a universally lethal poison."

The King glared at the healer. "So I'm dying."

"At the moment, yes," I replied. I pulled out a thick scarf. "Anyone who 
doesn't want to be sick for the next three days had best leave."

There was immediate mutterings and complaints from the assembled entourage. 
The general wisely made his exit before things became worse.

"My dear lady, if this poison is universally lethal, what can you do?" the 
King asked leaning forward. "And what are you going to do?"

"I said that the poison was believed universally lethal. Thankfully my mentor 
knew more about human and elven anatomy than anyone else alive. It is 
possible for someone to live comfortably for decades with it flowing in their 
veins," I smiled. "But the cure is poisonous."

There were immediate objections, especially from the healer. That wasn't 
surprising. What was surprising was that one of the advisors had noticed my 
elven heritage and raised it. The King turned is gaze on me and I immediately 
brushed aside my hair, revealing my slightly point ears.

"Part elf, hmm, explains much. Your own people have rejected you, do you wish 
to die here?" he asked.

"Despite my apparent age I can still look forward to another few hundred 
years of life, killing you isn't worth it," I answered.

"Heh, I believe you." He turned to his servants. "Out, all of you." They all 
hurried out, the healer giving me a dirty look.

I pulled a pair of leather gloves from my bag and put them on, then wrapped 
the scarf around my head. I selected one of the jars from the ground before 
me and cracked open the seal. I dipped my finger into the compound inside, 
then sealed it back up once more. Following that I carefully applied the 
compound to the King's upper lip.

When I stripped off the gloves I made sure that the finger with the compound 
was inside the glove. I dropped the gloves into an empty jar, poured in an 
acidic compound, and sealed the jar. Calmly I sat there, counting to thirty, 
then I released the seal of a final jar. I stood, pacing to the tent flap, 
carrying the jar with the acid and gloves in it.

A number of heads turned to look at me as I emerged. Ignoring them I handed 
the jar to the nearest guard, and removed the scarf. "Take this, dig a deep 
hole, carefully lower the jar in, and bury it," I told him. The King's 
general immediately told the guard to do it.

I stood outside, breathing the air for short while for a few seconds. The 
last compound I had released had cleared the air of the poison. I could 
easily be sure of that, if it hadn't I would have immediately started 
retching.

The King though looked healthy, even smiling. "Apparently you were telling 
the truth," he told me.

"The cure is temporary, you'll need a new dose once a month." I moved to his 
side. "This wound will also never heal properly, I'm afraid you won't be 
leading the troops into battle anymore."

The King was frowning. "I know my leg is badly damaged, but I wouldn't trust 
that fool of a healer with giving me doses. Can I interest you in the 
position?"

I shook my head. "I can't, I'm oath bound to remain here."

"Ah, then we have a problem," the King frowned. "What the hell is all that 
noise about?"

I cocked my head and listened. From outside I could hear the sounds of alarm. 
Somehow I knew the source of commotion. "Oh, that'd be either the source of 
or solution to our troubles."