Paved with good intentions By The Nome King, for Xakrai @Furaffinity --------------------------- Fires roared loudly in the hearth, the bricks twinkling in the bright light of the fire. Sounds of joy and merriment could be heard from the minstrel who played a cittern in the corner of the clay lined walls, his voice better than most in this region. "Aoela, bring me...another....I could use it" said a rather inebriated farmer who sat at the wooden bar, his ceramic pint pitcher empty once more. The barmaid walked over, covered in a wet ragged apron, a knife sticking out of the pocket in front, covered in meat juices from some venison in the corner. "More?! that's your sixth pint tonight, you sure you have enough? I don't want your wife coming here and blaming me" Asked Aoela, gripping the pitcher and staring in the bottom of the mug in disbelief. "I'm fine....just...fill the damn thing up will ya dear" replied the farmer, his eyes bloodshot and red, leaning over the counter as he attempted to keep his mead down. A loud creaking noise echoed in the tavern as the main door opened loudly, the cold of the night seeping in before the door closed again. Aoela looked over and saw a well built but not very tall man standing in front of the door, a large backpack hung from his shoulders. He was dressed in a thick leather amour, with light metal plates on the hands, arms, chest and shoulders. A small but nasty looking steel war axe hung from his leather belt, small runes inscribed across it's surface, which seemed to leak a dark red mist, before evaporating into thin air. "H..hey there? you looking for a room?" Asked Aoela, looking over to the man standing in the doorway. He looked over at the elf, a stern look on his face was accompanied by several scars that marked his rough skin. One scar moved right across over his eye, while the others mostly focussed around his lips. He trunched over, thick heavy boots slamming on the hard floor, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. "Heard you had dragon problems, some old guy in the other village said there was a scalehide roosting up near here, tell me where it is knife-ears" said the man, his voice stern and commanding, but did not seem rash or rude, even when he ended his sentence. Aoela's heart raced when she heard the insulting slang for her eleven heritage, yet she remained calm and considerate. "Yes....the beast is resting up the hill in a small cave to the west, we've had livestock stolen but nobody's been hurt by it yet, we think it's only interested in our cows" replied Aoela, her heartbeat thumping loudly in her ears as the adrenaline raced, her hands reaching over to the knife in her pocket. "I wouldn't do that if i were you, you'd be on the floor before you could draw it" remarked the traveller, looking around him for any signs of witchcraft. "Relax.....I'm not a raider, and I'm not here to cause trouble" he said, smiling gently and trying his best to show a level of manners towards the scared elf. "I'm.....I'm sorry, I was robbed a few days ago, damn thieves took off with my savings. By the way, what's wrong with you weapon, it seems to be broken, there's a blacksmith down the road if you need a new one" Said Aoela, looking down at his war axe, small dents and cuts in the bladed edge, while the runes still glowed and leaked the strange red mist. "Oh this old thing, it's a lifedrinker, took it off an old mage who thought it was funny to hurl fireballs at me a few years back. You have a room? I don't plan on tackling this dragon at night." asked the well built man, his eyes turning back to Aoela. "Of....of course, i have one for the night.....it's only..." Aoela said, but before she could continue her sentence the man had chucked a large purse of coins onto the counter, the skin of which seemed to be scaled like a dragon's hide. "There's enough in there to keep you for a month, the purse is worth more, consider it payment for the information.......Oh and have one on me" continued the man, picking a small coin from his pocket and placing it on the counter next to the farmer, who looked up with drunk eyes at the hulking individual. "Yeeeey....thanks a lot, you'll be...my best.....buddy......" replied the farmer, but before he could finish his wording he leaned back too far and fell flat on his back onto the hard wood floor with a thump. Almost immediately after he began snoring loudly, drool seeping from his mouth. The man chuckled and slowly walked towards the stairs. "Oh...second on your right!" shouted Aoela to the traveller, who simply nodded. "I'll get you some breakfast tomorrow, it's the least I can do." she continued as she watched the stranger walk up the creaky wooden steps to the rooms, looking down at the coin purse that seemed to be larger than both her fists. She opened it up and found more coin she could have a use for, the scaled skin purse seemed strange though, she wondered if it was from a large lizard of some kind. The fire continued to burn in the old brick fireplace, the wood slowly falling apart as it was reduced to hot charcoal. Aoela dragged the farmer across the floor to a seat, sitting him down and allowing him to sleep off his mead. Finally walking over to her own bed near the counter, lying down and drifting asleep. ----------------------- The morning came quicker than she expected, light seeping through the thin glass windows of her inn, sounds of birds singing in the long large creaking trees. Aoela was the first to be up, and she saw that the farmer had gone, obviously woken up early and staggered home. She quickly began her cleaning routine, grabbing her brush and sweeping up, cleaning down the bar and removing the burned firewood from the hearth. The now familiar sound of heavy boots thumped down the stairs, the traveller slowly descending down the creaky steps. "Morning" said Aoela, not bothering to turn round to face the man as she swept up. "Would you like something to eat?" she continued after he didn't seem to give any answers. "No, I need to head off immediately, thanks for the room" replied the man, walking past her as she turned her head. She was shocked just how tall he was, far larger than any man in her village. "Could I ask? what's your name?" Aoela asked, biting her bottom lip, afraid she might have said something she wasn't supposed to. "Rogeir....now if you don't mind I have a dragon to kill" he replied, pulling up a hood and exiting the bar, leaving Aoela to lament and think on the strange encounter. Rogeir closed the door behind him, the warm morning breeze striking his face, the sound of coughing as he saw the drunken farmer the night before, painfully pulling a cartful of vegetables, his face the very essence of pain. He could see that his body was being tormented by the mead that still coursed through his veins, his hangover far from over. Rogeir smiled and turned his head to the sky, checking the position of the sun, and moving his view over to a large hill that looked over the small village, a large number of trees obscuring the view of any caves that may be lurking around the area. he smiled and began walking round the inn, his eyes set on the horizon of the hill, spotting a deer jumping through the undergrowth to his right. Rogeir began to pick up his pace, his thick heavy boots trudging into the soil beneath, his walk that of a man with a purpose, a man on a mission. He was worried that he may be encountering a dragon that he didn't have the necessary equipment for, though through experience he learned that he nearly always found a way out of the sticky situations. Like any true warrior, he trusted his instinct in battle and did what he felt was right. His mind wandered to an older encounter with a fire dragon, large clumsy but very powerful. Their claws were sharp enough to slice through steel let alone his thin leather armour. Yet he understood that day; that momentum and speed is more important, avoiding the attacks is better than taking them; especially when it came to the huge hulking reptiles. He remembered how it was that dragon that came close the killing him, that gave him the scars he wore to this very day; a reminder of lessons learned. The terrible deep voice echoed in his head as he walked up the hill towards where he assumed the cave was, a ritual he performed every time he went to slay one of the foul beasts. He would remember what the dragon said, remember how his mind echoed in his head, tore into his subconscious and attempted to sear control into his brain. Rogeir shook his head, knowing full well the sheer intelligence and power dragons held, even strong enough to invade the minds of the weak minded mortals. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud roar in front of him, the sound of the deep growl and the clicking noise was unmistakable of a dragons roar and thrum. He reached down, gripping the leather binds around his old steel war axe, the blade tip lighting up red energy, smoke flailing off the edges and seeping to the floor before evaporating. Rogeir closed his eyes and began to concentrate, estimating by the region that the dragon inhabiting the cave was either a fire or earth dragon, either way a frost spell would do the trick. With his other hand he held up in front of his face, imagining the cold tundra's that he had endured, reliving the pain of the cold that burned his flesh once before. The tips of his fingers began to freeze over, frost rising from the surface. He looked up and drew a sigil in the air with his first finger, leaving a trail of icy flakes suspended in the air. The symbol floated before him, hovering in front of his eyes. He opened up his palm, reached and grabbed the sigil from the air, gripping it in a tight fist. He looked down at his first and carefully opened it up as if caring for a sick bird he had just caught in his grasp, a dim shining blue light bursting from between his fingers, a freezing cold encompassing his hands. Rogeir looked down and saw a thick hunk of floating ice that was suspended in his hand, floating just above his palm. He smiled, thanking the gods for his ability to perform magic, holding the powerful spell in his hand and having to concentrate on the feeling of being frozen alive to keep the spell in his hand. It required a lot of mental endurance to merely keep the spell active, let alone force it into a blast of cold with which to use as a weapon. All the while he kept his wits about him, making sure the dragon would not swoop down and pick him up, then rip him apart with it's clawed talons like he had seen so many times before. Finally he saw the entrance to the cave, a huge gaping mouth in the side of the hill, rocks formed above which looked like they could fall any moment. He grinned and picked up his pace, breaking into a small run, his feet slamming into the grass, used to facing the dragons head on. However he was not a man without skills of speech, if he was lucky he would be able to talk the dragon into leaving, some of them were not necessarily evil, he understood they were just like men or elves. However many of them enjoyed a life of death and destruction, and like any criminal or madman, they needed to be put down. He had only had once incident with a dragon that actually listened and reasoned with him, a large black dragon who's kind usually have a skill for the dark arts and revel in magic and deceit. Yet he was civilised and kind, understanding that he could not take livestock blindly, and agreed to pay for his food from the sizable hoard he had stowed away, something dragons do not do lightly. Yet Rogeir remained vigilant, he had encountered many dragons roasting humans merely on sight, as much as he wanted this dragon to be reasonable and kind, he knew that it could also be brash and violent. Finally he reached the cave entrance, his mind still wandering on thoughts, the voice of the fire dragon still echoing in his head. “Dragon! Show yourself!” He shouted into the cave, his voice permeating the darkness and echoing back to his ears, distorting his call. Rogeir waited patiently, not hearing any reply, but yet every moment that passed, every second, he watched for the signs of a breath attack or poison spit. Minutes passed with no reply, almost like there was no dragon within, however as an experienced dragon hunter, Rogeir knew better, he knew that some smaller dragons enjoy ambushing their prey, taking them by surprise in the dark. However he couldn't wait outside forever, and against his better judgment, he put his foot onto the hard stone, slowly entering the darkness. Rogeir tried to look around, trying to see; yet the darkness shrouded his view. He closed his eyes once more, trying to focus faster now, while still maintaining concentration on his ice spell. He put his first finger out, his other fingers still gripping the axe. A tip of light formed just in front on his finger, composing of blue, green and purple shades, constantly changing and shifting. He focussed on pure heat and light, imagining seeing the spell before his eyes. The ball of light moved outwards, gaining speed, yet it was no more intense than a candle. Rogeir broke his concentration as the ball of light centred in the cave, and he opened his eyes. As soon as his concentration was broken, the light burst into life, a miniature sun forming in the middle of the room, surging heat blasting his face. The intention was indeed light, however as a consequence heat had to be brought into the equation. Rogeir avoided looking directly at the small sun he had created, fuelled by the surrounding energy that hung in the air. The bright light shone on the stone, the huge cavern seemed to be large enough to contain a whole village. The walls of the cave were irregular but quite smooth, as it had been eroded away by water and time. The roof of the cave had many small spikes descending, but none were very long or large. The cave seemed to curve down to the back, small tunnels leading deeper into the earth, but they were too small for a man to slide into, let alone a huge dragon. He searched carefully, but no matter how hard he looked, he could not see a dragon, not a dragonling or black dragon hiding in the shadows, the cave was completely empty. Rogeir continued to stare at the walls, looking for a nesting dragon, perhaps clinging to the walls. A shadowy figure dropped from the ceiling behind him, landing on the floor with absolutly no sound whatsoever. The feet of the stranger struck the floor as they fell at least several metres from the top of the cave to the floor, their feet not making a single noise as they landed. For a single moment Rogeir felt a shadowy presence behind him, a strange presence digging into the back of his head. Not a moment later he felt the clinging sensation of cold steel against his throat, another sharpened point digging into his spine, just below his shoulder blade. “You move you die” spoke a clearly female voice from behind, muffled as if she had something across her mouth, distorting her speech. “Are you alone? Why are you here” she snapped, pushing the knife closer against his skin, causing the warrior to wince. “I'm alone, I'm here for the dragon” replied Rogeir, his voice in a slight whisper, trying to quell his rage inside for a moment. He looked down at the blade, seeing the engraved double edge and noticed the hand that gripped it. She wore a thin dark black glove, there was no armour or padding. Obviously she was some type of thief or cutthroat, though why she was here was a mystery. “I've been tracking that damn thing for days, I was waiting in here to strike on him, then you blundered in here like the stupid merc you obviously are.” she hissed back spitefully, obviously her cover had been blown and any chance of a sneak attack was out the window. “Please....let me go, I'm not going to hurt you” replied Rogeir, desperate to be free again as every waking second she pushed the knife against his throat and back, he felt the urge to snap her neck into two. “Hah! You'd be dead before you could take a swing, but I suppose there's no need in threatening somebody who could be of use” smiled the woman behind her cowl, quickly pulling the blades away from his neck and back, but still keeping them pointed at him in case he attacked her. “Urhhhh, what the hell was that for!?! Jesus lady you got some nerve” shouted Rogeir, turning round to see the woman's face. Her entire body was coated in black, she was coated from head to toe in black, obviously to keep her hidden in the shadows. Her boots where light leather, while she possessed a similar armour padding around her arms and waist. The apparel seemed to be some sort of toggle design, black dragon teeth kept the clothing on her, along with metal straps. Her nose and mouth was covered in a cowl, but her eyes and long black hair were exposed. “You blundered in here, I've been waiting for the dragon to return, he should be coming back in a couple of hours, I was going to strike when he entered, slice his throat open” She said, putting her hand and gripping her cowl, pulling it off her face. Rogeir was stunned for a solitary moment at the sheer beauty. Though he immediately saw that her ears were pointed, yet her face didn't show any elevish traits. "I'm...I'm sorry, I heard about the dragon as well, I was travelling up here to slay it. Apologised Rogeir, his manners suddenly finding himself as he gazed upon the strangely beautiful elf. "Well maybe we can take it down together, I might be able to provide some ranged support if you can take it head on" she replied, walking to the side of the cave wall and pulling out a small knapsack, and picking up a clearly elvish bow, then pulled a few short arrows from a quiver that leaned against the stone. The tips of the arrows had a backwards curve to them, and had a coating of some type of poison that covered the tips. "Dragons usually hunt for a couple of hours, then return to sleep and digest their kills.” she continued, looking around and outside. “But I could have sworn I heard a thrum or growl from inside the cave as I approached” Replied Rogeir, his brow funneling down as he put on a confused look. “I...erhm, maybe you heard it from outside the cave, perhaps it saw you and flew off, I've been waiting in here for quite a while myself.” she said hastily, brushing her hair back, revealing more of her stunning features. “Sounds good, we'll wait here until it returns, then slay it” Replied Rogeir, putting his axe onto the floor and removing his backpack, closing his hand into a fist and dissipating the spell. His miniature sun still burned in the cave, it would almost certainly go out soon, before the dragon would return. until then it provided light and warmth in an otherwise dark dank cave. They both sat down on the hard stone, their knapsacks separating them as the mysterious woman sharpened her blades on a whetstone, getting them to a razor sharp edge, almost religiously devoted to making them as deadly as possible. “You never told me your name” Rogeir asked hesitantly, placing his axe on the floor next to his backpack, turning his head to face the elf. “My name's Naria, and you?” she replied, a sense of trust developing between the two. “Rogeir” he answered in a short but coherent tone, smiling a little and turning his head round, feeling a little embarrassed. “You know.....where I come from..........we make love indiscriminately....with whoever we want...” Said Naria, running the stone across the sharp metal blade, tipping the edge with a loud 'Shiiink!' noise. Rogeir's eyes bulged wide open and turned his head round to look a the grinning elf, who looked back at him with a devilish smile, before turning to concentrate on her blades. She ran the stone across again, creating the satisfying noise of whetstone against hardened steel. Rogeir had heard that elves tended not to bother too much with relationships, and would often have sex with multiple partners, be they male or female. However he never paid much attention to it; until now. He was shocked and little embarrassed, confusion was also running rampant in his head. Was this an invitation? A suggestion? Or perhaps a simple funny fact designed to make catch him off guard. “I...er.....never really g.gave it much thought” stammered Rogeir clumsily, a little frightened by the forward and deadly elf, who continued to grin as if she found some sort of sick humour in making grown men uncomfortable. Naria, put her dagger onto the floor, not replying but instead unbuttoned her knapsack and placed the whetstone inside, then moved onto all fours. Rogeir froze in fear and embarrassment as she began to move on all fours towards his legs, grinning a little. He felt his cheeks flush with blood as she placed both her delicate hands firmly on his legs. “Wha....what are you d..doing” stammered Rogeir again, feeling her hands move further up his legs, rubbing the skin under the leather armour, sweat forming on his forehead. “Relax tough guy.....We've got a couple of hours to spare; and I for one don't intend to sit around and do nothing” she replied, her feminine voice echoing slightly in the cave. “Besides I came here for a hoard, and It seems this dragon doesn't like gold as much as me, so I'll have to seek out my own jewels” she smirked, and with the last remark shot her hand up and gripped Rogeir's crotch tightly, making him gasp loudly. “Ahh....I..I” Rogeir stammered, not sure what to do or how to react, the elf was beautiful without a doubt, and even before she had advanced on him he felt a bulge growing in his loincloth and leather. “What's the matter tough guy....lost your nerves.....mmmm..I'm sure I can help you there” she smiled, leaning over and gripping one of her sharp blades. Rogeir almost panicked as she moved the razor sharp knife towards his crotch, and before he could react, she ran the blade across his leather armour and up to his waist. The leather split apart under the pull of his hips and gave way, revealing his cock underneath. Amazingly she had sliced through the leather and his loincloth clean, without even touching his skin. Even from this he could tell she was a skilled assassin, highly intelligent and knew her weapons well. “wo...wow.......I didn't know you.....Ohhhh god!” Rogeir summered, trying to compliment her before he moaned out loudly, feeling her delicate fingers run skilfully across his man-meat. “mmmmm, looks like somebody is getting exited” she smiled, rubbing her gloved fingertips across his engorging member, his cock slowly filling with blood. Rogeir knew what he was doing was risky, she may just be playing with him to make him weak, off guard, then gut him and take his possessions. But the more he tried to resist, the more she would play with his engorged prick, making him weak at the knees. Smiling she stopped stroking his member, moving her head down and dropping the blade at her side, then moving both hands towards his legs, the cold leather rubbing against his skin. Before Rogeir could look down to realise her intentions, she had already wrapped her tongue around his long member, the roof of her mouth rubbing against his exposed shaft's head. “Ohhhh.....fffffuck!” Rogeir grunted, his gloved hand forming into tight fists, arching his head back and feeling light headed as pleasure seeped through his loins, the warm silky eleven tongue rubbing across his man meat. As he pushed her face and mouth deeper around his cock and crotch, her nose pushing against his crotch she used her two free hands to pull apart her leather armour, the teeth toggles popped off, her hands gripping and pulling the leather straps away. She pulled the amour off her body, her breasts hanging free as he pulled the sleeves away from her arms, her gloves coming off along with them, revealing her upper body to be totally naked. Her breasts were around a B or C cup, but they were proportioned perfectly and were beautiful to say the least. Rogeir didn't even realise she had pulled her armour off until he looked down to she her voluptuous form, the perfect skin shining from the light of the miniature sun that hovered in the cave. “Mmmmphhhh” Naria grunted and muffled with her mouthful, feeling a sharp cracking sound from her back, a shock which echoed up her spine. Yet she only smiled, and continued to suckle on his shaft, grinning as she felt her back arch, the bones shifting slightly. Her shoulders let out a loud 'crack' as she moaned, her arms pushing apart as her shoulder blades pushed out to the sides. Rogeir's ears picked up the strange noise, and was about to look down until he felt a hand press against his chest, pushing him back. He was overtaken as she began to use her tongue to rub his cockhead, making him close his eyes and enjoy the sensation. Anther loud crack echoed from her body, yet Rogeir again ignored it and just enjoyed the pleasure, however much his curiosity was rising. Naria Grinning as she began to deep throat his shaft, her arms and back bulking up, muscle rippling around under her skin as her once hourglass shaped hips began to shrink, the size moving to her midsection, her shoulders becoming broader. However she didn't waste any time, she wanted to be fucked, she wanted to have some more fun with him before revealing her true nature. Grinning she pulled her mouth away, licking the tip and making the gruff warrior whimper in delight. “You stay right there tough guy, don't you dare look; I want it to be a surprise” she smirked and said to him, Rogeir's eyes shut tight. She looked up and waited, watching his open mouth panting, his eyelids keeping tightly closed. Naria began to pull off the rest of her clothes, pulling off her top and leggings, revealing her delicate legs and dripping pussy, which seemed a little out of place compared to her slightly changed upper body. Her breasts had began to shrink a little, muscle forming around her abdominals, leading to her wet privates. Rogeir panted as he felt Naria move over the top of him, the heat of her loins spreading to his wet shaft. “Ohhhh Dear......GODS!” he gasped loudly as he felt his cockhead press against the warm supple silky flesh of her extremities, her soft pussy cuddling his thick shaft. Both Rogeir and Naria moaned loudly as they fucked each other, the assassin lowering herself onto his shaft, her warm cunt gently cradling his dick. Rogeir felt his power and strength melt away as she began to move up and down on his dick, her breasts bouncing a little as they slowly began to pull into her chest, slowly vanishing into the muscle. Her legs began to bulk a little, adapting to the uses and becoming larger, her calves defining, becoming thicker and heavier. She didn't give him long, and before Rogeir knew it she pulled herself off his prick, leaving it coated with her female juices and lubricants. She then moved forwards, rubbing her crotch against his belly as she lowered herself down again, this time her ass pressing against his shaft, slowly slipping inside and Rogeir gasped in pleasure, feeling even tighter and nicer than her cunt. “Ahhhhh yes!...that's the way I like it!” gasped Naria, feeling his shaft slipping deep into her rump, her cunt dripping uncontrollably as her arms and hands began to become larger, hair starting to grow around her nearly flat chest and thickening arms, taking on a much more male appearance. Rogeir's eyes remained closed and ignorant as the once beautiful female elf changed before him, slowly changing into a much more male and muscular elf. Naria moaned and looked down her flat chest, feeling her cunt squirming beneath. She moaned as she felt her pussy lips expanding, her clit becoming larger and thicker, stretching her clit lips apart. Moaning she felt her cunt stretching apart as her clit expanded forward and thickened, the soft flesh wrapping round it and forming soft skin. A foreskin formed as Naria looked down at her expanding cock, growing thicker and longer with each passing moment. Her facial structure began to change, retaining it's delicate structure but becoming far more pronounced, taking on a very gentle but manly appearance. Her cock pushed out even more, grunting as she began to push something out of her leaking hole, a testicle slipping out from inside her, her ovaries moving as another testicle fell out in a thick large scrotum. the ball sack skin began to merge with the skin around her once female area, small hairs growing around as Naria completed her transformation from a simple she to a he. Rogeir panted and felt something pressing on his crotch, something heavy but fairly small. Rogeir moved his head down and opened his eyes, curious to what the strange pressure was, only to see a thick eleven cock throbbing from where he once saw a beautiful female vulva. "What the!.....WHAT IN GOD'S NAME!" he shouted loudly, looking up to see a large powerful male elf riding him, Rogeir's cock planted deep inside his ass. "Not so straight after all are we" Laughed Naria, his hair still long and black, still moving up and down, being fucked by Rogeir, clenching his anus, making Rogeir shiver in pleasure. "Urhhh.....get off.....me....what the hell......" Rogeir moaned, trying to protest as he felt the tight ass clench around his shaft, feeling his power drain away even more. He moved a hand up, trying to push the elf off, but found his energy totally gone, his muscles drained of power. "What.....have you....done to me....." moaned Rogeir, unable to move at all, his body seemingly immobilised by the pleasure, his cock throbbing, aching and almost ready to cum. "when you fuck something like me, let's say the experience is......intoxicating...." Grinned the elf, moving down and kissing Rogeir on the lips, still moving up and down on his cock. They parted the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "well somebody's using their tongue, I think you might be just what I'm looking for." chuckled the male elf, his cock throbbing hard as he felt his anus clenching around the thick human cock, licking his lips. "Noooo....not....not gay.....cant be.." Rogeir moaned, trying to resist the temptation, feeling his mind swaying, the elf somehow exhibiting some level of control over him. "Im afraid you have no choice....you're just as gay as me my good little human, And I'll prove it" Gasped and smiled the elf, Slowly plunging himself down on Rogeir's cock, bringing him so close to Cumming, before slipping himself off totally, standing up tall with his cock dripping pre-cum onto the stone below. "If you're not gay, then you could stand up and run, but I'm betting your going to turn round and bend over for me" The elf grinned, looking down at Rogeir as he slowly stared up at the muscular towering elf. His eyes seemed to gaze into his, Rogeir felt his heart racing, his mind clouded with images of him fucking the elf. Slowly he stood up, his feet pressing into the stone, his cock still erect and exposed. He stood and stared at the male elf, every fibre of his being told him to run, told him to flee and get out of there. "Fuck me......." Rogeir said, turning round and resting his face against the wall, lowering his hands and pulling his leather armoured pants down all the way, exposing his ass. He was telling himself it was wrong, telling himself he was straight, yet he found himself submitting, turning, and in the back of his head wanting it. The battle waged on in his head as he felt the warm elf hand grip round his exposed waist, gripping the soft imperfect human flesh, his cock pressing against his ass cheeks. pre-cum leaked from the elf's cock tip, rubbing it up between his buttocks and lubricating his shaft. The elf chucked and pressed his cock tip against Rogeir's virgin ass, making him pant, his mind conflicting, every fibre of his being telling him to kick back and run, yet he couldn't; he wouldn't; his body wouldn't allow it. "Urhhhhh....Arhhhhh god!" moaned Rogeir as the elf forced his cock deep inside his ass, a little aching accompanied the feeling but soon the pain subsided as the male elf thrust himself all the way inside. His other hand reached round and gripped his chest tightly, his cock moving out and thrusting back inside Rogeir, making him moan like a slut, closing his eyes and panting in pleasure. The elf grinned, leaning forwards and whispering in Rogeir's ear, his cock thrusting up hard "Gay slut.....Gay slut....." he whispered in his ear, thrusting his shaft in and out, in and out, making Rogeir moan in pleasure with each deceive thrust. "Slut......im....no.......not a .....not gay......not....ahhhh...sluuut......ffffuck me..." moaned Rogeir, trying to resist the elf's charm and spell, trying to break out of the trance, but unable, only sinking further in his mind, feeling his ass clenching tightly, moaning the words 'Sluuut' saying to himself he was a whore, wanting even more of the elf's cock. The elf moaned as he felt his shaft throbbing inside Rogeir's tight ass, a small nub forming above his ass, Naria moaning as he felt something growing, his tailbone pushing against his skin. "yes....fuck me Naria...fuck me" Rogeir gasped, almost certain he was under some form of mind control, making him hungry for the elf's cock. "I'm no longer Naria......call me Theladar......moan my name, beg for me to fuck you more" Theladar whispered in Rogeir's ear softly, moving his hips faster as he began to pick up his pace, feeling the nub pushing out further, looking down and seeing the skin around his expanding tailbone harden, breaking into small sections. "Thh.....thelaaa......Theladar......ffuck me...." moaned Rogeir, obeying the commands of his dominant male, moving back against his cock, moving back like a slut hungry for more. Theladar gasped as he felt the growth pushing out further, looking back he saw it taking a familiar shape, the look of thick heavy tail. He grinned and smiled, thrusting upwards harder to usher the changes to progress further. each thrust pushed more of the tail flesh outwards, the skin around his growing tail hardening, the skin breaking into smaller sections, which began to overlap, turning a deep red like scales. "Ahhhhhh yesssss......" hissed Theladar, feeling his tongue pushing out his mouth, the tip splitting as it grew longer, scales forming and spreading up his back. His tail began to push out further, moaning loudly as he felt his asshole pulling backwards along the tail length as his new limb grew larger, longer and thicker. The changing elf grunted as he felt the changes rushing up to his balls and cock, scales spreading around the underside of his tail. He grunted loudly as he felt scales forming around his anus, the skin slowly changing pigment, from a light pink, to a darker pink, then to a deep crimson red. Rogeir moaned as he felt the cock thrusting deep inside him throbbing and for some reason, growing larger, and thicker, stretching his ass out, making him pant loudly. Theladar grunted as he felt the changes spreading around his shaft, a thin film of flesh forming around his shaft as scales enveloped around the base of his prick, forming a slit like entrance, his ball sack swelling larger and larger as it filled with new reptilian cum. His cock slowly began to shift in size and shape, growing thicker and heavier as Rogeir moaned loudly. Theladar grunted as he felt his cock growing longer and thicker inside Rogeir, his tail pressing against the stone floor as it reached it's full length, reaching out past him at almost twice his torso length. "Urhhhhh.....so...close.......moan for me.....moan now!!" Theladar shouted loudly as he shook his long scaled tail from side to side, feeling the scales grow down his legs, his cock throbbed inside. Looking down he saw his shaft had changed colour to a deep black, his white pre-cum lubricating even further. The elf's feet cracked loudly as he thrust upwards, feeling his orgasm approaching, more of his body changed and morphed, the scales progressing down his legs. "Ohhhhhh....cum....ohhhhhmmm yees" moaned Rogeir, feeling the thick cock thrusting even deeper inside him, making him gasp out loud. Theladar moaned loudly, his feet snapping as they extended in length, his toes fusing together into three digits, his toenails pushing out, growing longer and sharper. He gasped as he felt the familiar sensation of spreading scales, the warm dryness followed by crackling as scales covered and converted his human flesh. The crimson scales reached down to his feet, slowly his nails becoming thick black claws, scratching against the rock as the scales dominated his thick muscular scaly foot paws. Theladar gasped and moaned loudly as he felt an orgasm rush over him, his feet shifting upwards, forcing him to take a digit grade stance. Rogeir gasped in shock as he felt his entire body lifting up from the floor, rubbing against the hard stone wall as Theladar increased in height, taking his cock-hungry slut with him. "ARHHHHhhhhh OOhhhhhhhhh" moaned Rogeir, feeling his legs dangling down helplessly, the loudly moaning elf below him filling his ass with cum. The changing elf grunted as he felt his reptilian balls supplying cum to his changed prick embedded deep within the impaled Rogeir. The mind controlled human moaned as he felt the warming spurting of cum coating his insides, feeling the warmth spreading up inside his entire body. "ARhhhhh.......mmmmmm.......now it begins" Snarled Theladar, moving both hands up and gripping Rogeir, keeping his ass impaled on his larger reptilian-like shaft. "Ahhhhh what.....what do you mean....begins....." moaned Rogeir as he felt himself being pulled down. Theladar moved his front down and forced Rogeir onto all fours, the changing elf's transformed prick embedded deep inside his captor. He then quickly began to resume his thrusting, continuing to fuck his human slut, more scales starting to spread up his back and belly, his lower body totally changed, his tail swishing from side to side. "Ahhhh don't....you need.....to stop?" moaned Rogeir, curious as to why he had continued his thrusting after Cumming once already. Theladar grunted and chuckled, moving his head down and hissing softly in his ear. "For something like ussss...we never need to stop" hissed Theladar softly, his forked tongue gently flicking the air before shooting back into his elfish lips, opening his mouth and moaning loudly as he felt his backside and legs thicken up and expand as the scales grew down his back. "Uu...uss?" stammered Rogeir, confused by the sentence as he was fairly certain he couldn't change his gender, the feeling of heat spreading down his body. Theladar didn't respond, and instead chuckled and continued to thrust, feeling the scales moving and spreading like wildfire. Rogeir gasped loudly as he felt his loins aching even more than they had before, his cock throbbing and pulsating with heat. The panting human looked down, his eyes bulging at the sight before him. His cock had started to increase in length, the pigment changing from a light pink to a bright red, the head slowly increasing in width and becoming pointed at the tip. Rogeir didn't know how to react as he watched his shaft take on a strangely familiar appearance, something he had seen before. His skin began to change pigment, shifting from a dark pink to a purple, then a deep blue, the skin hardening around his cock, a thin film forming underneath as he felt his cock stretch outwards, becoming larger and taking on a familiar shape. "Oh no...." Rogeir said to himself, his memory twigging back to the dragon he first fought, the experience of mind control, the feeling of having his voice tearing into his skull. He had never had a problem with dragons before as he was always on guard, always blocking their attempts to control him, but he had been caught off guard, cheated and tricked him into thinking otherwise. Rogeir looked back, seeing the thick reptilian claws, the long tail, even feeling the hard scales rubbing against his back. "Oh gods......a dragon" he said to himself as he felt his cock throbbing as scales of his own grew around his now draconic shaft, forming a thick slit, his balls aching as they enlarged, scales growing over his skin, covering his once human testicles as they swelled with reptilian cum, sending shivers of pleasure running through his human body. "And now......you're going to be mine!" hissed Theladar, his thrusting becoming faster and harder as he felt two pressure behind his shoulder blades, the bones shifting upwards as two thick nubs grew over the scaly flesh, the crimson red scales covering around his back. He moaned loudly, Rogeir heard his voice distorting into a deep growl, the scales spreading around his arms. The nubs on his back began to take form and grow longer and larger, cracking loudly as a joint formed in the middle, creating an almost arm-like shape. Theladar Growled deeply and turned his head round, feeling his wings pushing further out his back, digits forming on the end. "Thatssss it........yesss" hissed Theladar, feeling the digits growing longer and thicker, skin forming between them as they grew out, bending like fingers, scales covering the flesh. Rogeir Gasped as the sensations of the growing scales reached his ass, a nub forming at the cleft of his buttock, growing and pushing against his captors cock, moving around and to the side. "That'ssss it.......take it my ssslut!" growled and hissed Theladar, feeling his cock thrusting hard inside again feeling himself growing more and more powerful, more and more dominant "NO!" shouted Rogeir, feeling the muscles in his leg bulk up, becoming stronger as the draconic cum surged through him, empowering him. For a moment Rogeir retained his power, moved forward and pulled himself off the changing elf's dragon cock. He quickly turned his body round, over powering the elf and twisting him round, his back slammed to the floor and his fully formed wings fell to the side. "Ohhhh my......looks like somebody's getting the taint" chuckled the elf, looking down and seeing Rogeir's thick red dragon shaft throbbing, leaking cum onto Theladar's belly. Rogeir looked down and saw his own scaly cock, watching the scales spread and convert his human flesh and skin. "YOU! you did this to me....now....now I'm going to make you beg!" snarled Rogeir, moving his waist across and probing the scaly hole with his draconic shaft, looking out of place on his human body. He bore his teeth and thrust his changed shaft in hard, moaning as he entered, feeling the short stubby tail growing longer and longer, his legs cracking as they bulked up with more muscle, allowing him to move backwards and forth with ease, fucking the half dragon. Rogeir felt his tail grow even longer, know that the more he fucked the more he changed, but it mattered not; he was too late, too late to stop the change. "ARhhhhhrrrrr I like a dominant partner! yessss fuck me!" growled and hissed Theladar, moving his head back and moaning in ecstasy as he felt his dragon ass pumped and fucked by Rogeir's Reptilian shaft. The transforming human grunted as his tail pushed out further, reaching about the same length as Theladar's, the tips entwining and finding each other. The deep blue scales spread across and covered his entire tail, Both red and blue tails gripping each other tightly in an embrace. What shocked Rogeir though is that he did so willingly, he no longer felt the urge to do as he commanded, he was doing this of his own free will, and he loved it! "Yessss! take it!!" Rogeir hissed, feeling his own tongue pushing out and growing forwards, the tip splitting into two long distinct forks, causing him to hiss his words. Rogeir's changes began to progress faster now, his feet snapping loudly and cracking upwards as they expanded in length, scales slowly growing between his legs and spreading down his skin. Rogeir grunted and stared down, feeling his leather shoes break apart, the muscular feet breaking them away from his changing paws. Seeing his legs slowly become overtaken with scales, he grinned and welcomed it as his toes began to fuse together, his nails lengthening and becoming longer, sharper. eventually they became thick heavy black claws. Rogeir looked back down at the changing elf below him, the crimson scales spreading up his chest, covering it with a lighter shade of belly scale. Rogeir panted, knowing that he soon would be like the elf, scales and wings, claws and a bestial nature; he welcomed it, wanted it. "MORE!!!! Give me MORE!" Rogeir growled and shouted out, begging the gods to change him further, wanting more of his body to shift and change, become powerful and graceful. The delicious irony only struck him when he felt his legs totally changed, the scales progressing up his hips and torso, his lower half totally changed to that of a large healthy adult dragon. He had been hunting dragons his whole life, killing them, taking their horns and scales, yet he now was becoming the ultimate dragon. A dragon not only as powerful as the rest, but with the knowledge to defend against dragon hunters, as he was one himself. Theladar groaned as he felt his hands cracking and snapping loudly, his middle and ring finger merging together while his other two fingers began to swell up with muscle and become larger and heavier. Scales slowly spread down the eleven skin, replacing it with deep red scales, hissing softly as he felt his asshole being pounded by the changing human above him, his draconic lower half making short work of his rapidly raging reptilian form. "Ohhh yessss, youll make a perfect mate......such power and dominance...." Growled Theladar as he felt his hands changing, his fingernails thickening outwards, growing larger and heavier, his arms bulking up with even more muscle, scales spreading down his now changing forelegs. Rogeir Grunted and hissed gently, nodding his head and thrusting upwards hard, an acknowledgment of his acceptance of his new fate. Rogeir gasped as he felt the scales spreading up to his back, knowing that his wings would be growing in, just like Theladar below him. His leather amour began to stress under his growing torso, realising he had grown a considerable amount, enough so that his loose fitting leather armour was like tight cloth. Finally the leather straps bulked and snapped, his leather clothing falling away. Theladar gripped the armour that lay on his scaly chest, throwing it to the side and grinning. "you wont be need clothes anymore....you have thessse wonderous scalesss" hissed Theladar, his tongue flicking out in a very reptilian nature, rubbing his paws across his still human chest, slowly scaly beginning to spread across them. Rogeir looked down and saw belly scales starting to from, the sensation of his human skin being replaced by a natural amour was an empowering one. He longed for his wings, wanted them, even as the scales overtook his back, spreading around his sides and up his shoulders. His prayers were answered as he felt the thick pressure of two nubs forming, bone pushing underneath his shoulder blade, causing his spine to reconfigure. Rogeir Grunted and fell to his hands, slamming onto the stone as he took a far more reptilian and feral position, a one which he felt strangely comfortable in. his bones started to shift and press outwards, the nubs expanding outwards and growing forwards. Rogeir gasped as he felt the new limbs growing from under his shoulder blades, the muscle activating with his brain, the new sensory neurons communicating with his mind as he began to feel the heat from the small ball of heat and light, still hanging in the air and providing warmth. The best way Rogeir could describe it was like having your arms jutting from your back, as if they had been stretched behind you, but you still possessed your original pair. It took a while for Rogeir to register and move his new wings, still growing as the digits began to form, feeling like a pair of hands growing from the stumps, the long thin digits felt like flexible but strong fingers. "More....ohhhh yessss....." moaned and hissed Rogeir, feeling his wings grow larger and larger, his back snapping and growing longer. It was now he realised that he had increased in size by a shocking amount, he was at least the size of a drake, several times larger than that of a human; yet that fact only made him fuck faster, feeling his draconic prostate aching, almost ready to cum, almost ready to fill his new reptilian mate with hot dragon seed. Rogeir looked down and felt his hands that pressed against the hard stone snap and crack, know that he too would possess thick heavy reptilian claws like his mate below. His nails began to push out as his middle and ring fingers started to fuse together, scales spreading down his arms and towards his wrists. It was only now that Rogeir began to admire his shining blue scales, the light reflected off them and shone in several different colours, it was almost beautiful. He was becoming something powerful and utterly magnificent, and he didn't regret it. even as the scales overtook his hands, he begged for more, wanting to totally succumb to the dragon within, his tail tightly wrapping round his mates as they both growled. Rogeir's muscles thickened and bulked up, becoming heavier than before, stronger, faster. his beautiful blue scales began to spread across his thick dragon paws, his human skin disappearing under reptilian scales. "Ready to go all the way......ready to become like me" hissed Theladar, his forked tongue flicking outwards as his neck began to extend outwards, his voice becoming deeper and more gravely, like so many dragons he had heard before. Rogeir only nodded and began to thrust his thick draconic cock all the way to the hilt, their slit scales pressing against one another as he began to increase the power behind his thrusts. Theladar smiled and growled loudly as he arched his head back, feeling his neck becoming thicker and larger, slowly his head began to push away from his torso, his neck becoming longer and thicker, his vocal cords shifting as his head moved further away from his chest. Finally his neck stopped growing, smaller crimson scales growing up the sides and underneath as he turned his head to face Rogeir, smiling as his face began to change next. Rogeir growled as he felt his neck expanding out too, his vocal cords stretching. With each powerful thrust his neck grew longer and longer, the spine stretching to its limits. Rogeir could feel his neck growing longer to match his mate's, even then he realised he was larger in size, bigger and stronger. The scales began to stretch and grow up his neck, the bright blue colour replacing his dull pink human skin. "AAaahhhh my favorite part" hissed Theladar, feeling his hair falling away, large plated scales stretching and replacing his scalp, his ears stretching into three finned shapes. Theladar gasped as the scales started to grow around his cheeks and newly changed ears, his nose starting to push outwards, his muzzle cracking. "Uuuuurhhhhhrhrrrrraaaawrrrr" moaned Theladar, feeling his jaw and nose cracking forwards, bringing the rest of his skull with it, his voice distorting into a deep growl as it grew. Rogeir watched as he felt his short hair falling away, scales tickling and replacing his scalp, his ears slowly expanding into two distinct digit like protrusions with webbing between it, which looked a little different from Theladar's. Rogeir flapped his wings as he felt his orgasm approaching, his own face starting to push out and stretch into a long powerful dragon snout. Theladar hissed, as Rogeir's faster thrusting pressed hard against his draconic prostate, his own black thick draconic cock leaking cum uncontrollably. Rogeir panted and snorted through his nostrils as his face shifted forward like his mates, their voices distorting into heavy growls and hisses. Theladar's lip and nose merged into one, becoming a unison part of a muzzle, his nostrils reshaping and becoming thin slits, the scales growing down the new expanding snout. He snarled as his eleven teeth began to reshape, creaking in their sockets and becoming long thin and sharp, his tongue extending in length to fit nicely inside his stretching muzzle. Rogeir growled and hissed, feeling his own lips and nose merging together, his teeth becoming sharp and pointed like the changing dragon below him, knowing now that he was just as draconic as he was. Rogeir felt a pressure in his skull as his muzzle slowly began to slow in it's growth, his eyes slowly moving to the side, scales spreading around them as his vision was changed and turned to the side. He looked out from the side of his newly configured head, moving his eyes around independently and crossing them too look forwards, then watching Theladar's eyes do the same. As his eyes moved to the side his iris's expanded and became larger, covering his entire eye with colour before changing to a deep yellow, his pupil slowly changing shape to a thin reptilian slit. Rogeir smiled out of his expanding muzzle, know that his eyes must be the same; just as animalistic and draconic as the dragon in front of him. "ARHHhhhh Gonna.........gods....gonna cum!" growled Rogeir, feeling his dragon prostate throbbing tightly inside his loins, his reptilian cock leaking pre-cum inside his fellow reptilian mate. Theladar grunted and growled deeply as his skull and muzzle cracked loudly, his deep red scales spreading over the rest of his muzzle. Rogeir felt his own muzzle and snout crack loudly, the scales forming over the top of his human skin, his entire head now draconic and reptilian. They continued to fuck, feeling their orgasms coming closer and closer. Rogeir at long last felt himself climax, the sheer power of his orgasm building as it approached caused him to reach up his neck and let out a powerful roar. His thick reptilian balls squeezed tightly and began to pump hot torrents of dragon cum deep into his mate's ass, their tails tightly coiled as Rogeir roared. As Rogeir came he felt his head aching, two painful pains made themselves apparent as two points began to stretch out from his skull, stretching his scales apart. He roared even louder as he came inside Theladar who looked up and gasped, watching the huge horns bursting from his head as he came, growing longer and thicker, and curling slightly at the tips. "B...b.beautful" Growled Theladar, feeling his own thick heavy dragon prostate pumping hard, his own dragon balls providing the heavy dragon cum, his cock throbbing as he too let out a loud powerful roar, a combined roar which shook the whole cave, probably the entire valley from the sheer power of the two dragons experiencing a powerful orgasm. Theladar felt his horns stretching through his skull, the pain masked by the strength of his orgasm. Thick torrents of hot dragon cum spurted from his cock tip, spraying over his belly scales and neck, sticking between both their scaly chests. Finally Theladar felt his horns stop growing, being slightly shorted and smaller than Rogeir's. The new huge blue dragon moved his head down and hissed softly through his lips, looking down at his mate. "I knew you were the one......ssssince i ssaw you in the valley, i knew i had to lead you here.....i wasss the dragon....you came to kill" Theladar said through his scaly lips, flicking his tongue at the silent Rogeir. "figured assss much" Rogeir replied, hissing slightly as he broke his silence, looking down and smiling at Theladar. "I needed a mate, needed somebody to call my own, and you turned out to be magnificent" the crimson dragon replied as he watched Rogeir back off as his cock slid from inside his red scaly ass. Rogeir growled as he felt his cock retreat back into his scaly sheath, his armour seeming to be tiny compared to his huge graceful form now. "Well you found him....and he's happy to be with you" replied Rogeir, flicking his long forked tongue out and smiling through a huge pair of scaly lips and sharp teeth, happy in his new beautiful blue dragon form. "Thank you......I've been searching for hundreds of years.......but how about we discuss that after we get something to eat.....I'm sssstarving" growled Theladar in response, tilting his head to the side and staring at his mate. "I know a good little inn.....she owesss me breakfast anyway" grinned Rogeir, turning his tail and facing towards the entrance of the cave, stretching his huge wings for the first time. With a graceful swoop and a very powerful jump from his legs he took flight, hearing the beating sound of wings behind him he heard his mate; Theladar behind him. They flew over the small village, flapping their wings gracefully. Rogeir looked down and saw the beauty of the landscape, a sight which you could have only seen if you had climbed the highest mountain. As he flew and felt the wind bracing against his scales, he felt refreshed and renewed. He felt like his entire life's journey had been paved with good intentions but sought with bad deeds, and now he was given a second chance; a change to become the very thing he hunted, to understand it and become it. Now he realised his actions were wrong, his life of hunting evil, that now he had a second chance, and a loving mate and partner to share it with.