>Nobody said being a dragon knight was going to be easy.
>But this time the difficulties you face aren’t of your own manufacture.
>Something went wrong.
>They knew you were coming.
>What started off as a normal hired hit turned into something so much more dangerous than an initiate like you was trained to handle.
>You flew in with Natasha to the location of the enemy encampment.
>A standard job – some interested party wanted this place razed to the ground, and Natasha wasn’t one to disappoint.
>You spied the camp from your lofty vantage point, high in the sky.
>50 tents, with the enemy leader’s opulent own sticking out like a sore thumb in the middle of the soldiers’ drab, basic ones.
>You’re not sure whether he’s a centurion or a general from the amount of decadence that you can see at this range.
>It matters not; he’d be a pile of nameless ash, just like the rest of them, soon enough.
>You’d try to spare the horses, though.
>They’re innocents in all of this.
>You had performed hits like this in the past plenty of times.
>The order, while being noble keepers of the draconic kin, still needed to eat, and so took on these assassination assignments from time to time.
>That was, so long as the employer had enough coin.
>From what you heard at the briefing, this job was paid for in vast excess, and upfront.
>Therefore, he had managed to afford someone reliable to get the hit done.
>Namely, you.
>You swooped down with Natasha, her huge black wings casting an ominous shadow over the camp.
>There was seemingly no reason to worry.
>You had performed many hits in the daytime – there wasn’t much weaponry that could harm Natasha.
>Those thick scales of hers could repel all but the mightiest of attacks.
>Archers would be a problem for your less durable hide, but Natasha knows to prioritise those targets first.
>She likes munching on their leather armour.
>As you draw close to being in range to command Natasha to attack, you get a suspicious feeling that something is wrong.
>A camp of this size should be bustling with activity during the day.
>But not a soul is to be seen.
>”READY, MEN? FIRE!”
>Suddenly, the fabric of the tents were ripped off to reveal their dastardly innards.
>A sea of arcuballistas pointed their gleaming tips into the sky.
>50 targets just turned into 50 lethal killing machines, all gunning for you.
>You pull hard on Natasha’s reins.
>Her wings flex and strain to convert her downward momentum into uplift.
>She manages to pull her bulk upwards just in time for the first massive bolts to go shooting just underneath her stomach.
>Those siege crossbows look like they pack a punch.
>With that much draw weight behind them, they’d have no problems piercing Natasha’s less armoured belly from the ground.
“Natasha! We’re leaving. Someone wants us dead.”
>Natasha barks in agreement and banks around, heading south.
>Protocol, despite your dearest wishes, is not to head straight back to the order.
>It is better for you to die than to endanger the whole order by revealing their location.
>You and Natasha fly towards a wooded area in which you hope to find cover.
>Looking back, you see the camp bustling with activity.
>The soldiers are well trained, and waste no time in turning the artillery to face you.
>Soon enough a fresh barrage of bolts are chasing you, and you and Natasha are forced to take evasive action.
 
>That was two days ago.
>Since then, the troops have hounded you constantly.
>They had troops stationed everywhere, and they sent out the cavalry after you, too.
>Each time you try to land, you’re forced into the air an hour or two later.
>The lack of sleep is starting to take its toll.
“Natasha, how are you doing?”
>You give Natasha a reaffirming pat on the neck, to which she responds with a very tired sounding grunt.
>Even though her soaring pace doesn’t take much energy, the length of time she’s been awake has left her exhausted.
>And you feel the same way.
>You need to find somewhere to land soon.
>Circling around the same territory again, you spy a place to land near a river.
>Natasha gracefully lands her load, and you alight from her back.
>She groans with relief from finally being back on the ground.
>You rub her nose consolingly.
“There, there, girl. We’ll get out of this. Just wait until the order hears about this.”
>You’re sure they’ll love to hear of the ambush and your daring escape.
>That is, if you do escape.
>Right now you have a source of fresh water, and there are no angry men in the vicinity.
>You take this as a small victory.
>You take out your rations from Natasha’s saddle.
>You didn’t anticipate staying away from HQ for so long, so you’re starting to run low.
>Still, you share what you have with Natasha.
>Offering the food on the palm of your hand, Natasha’s tongue snakes out of her mouth and wraps around it with surprising dexterity.
>It does make sense, however.
>Dragons, being the big creatures that they are, use their forked tongues to interact with small objects and prey.
>Not everything can be solved with fiery breath and crushing talons.
>She draws the meagre meal into her mouth and swallows it whole.
>She looks at you expectantly.
“I’m sorry, Nat. We don’t have that much to go around at the moment. I promise you that you can have an elk when we get back.”
>Natasha’s worried expression doesn’t dissipate from her face, however.
>She lowers her gigantic head and nudges the food in your hand closer to your own face.
>She wants you to eat.
>It’s times like this that you marvel at how gentle your dragon companion can be.
>One part vicious killer, one part apex predator, and one part caring friend.
>You smile to her, putting on a brave face despite your tiredness.
“Don’t worry about me, Nat. I’ll eat once we’re safe. We should look for some shelter.”
>With any luck, the two of you might be able to get some rest.
>Natasha uses her honed dragon senses to scan the area for a place to settle down.
>Her eyes soon focus on a waterfall a little further up the river from where you landed.
>She doesn’t need to vocalise to get your attention.
>You know her well enough to know when she needs you.
>The two of you walk to the spot that Natasha picked out.
>You don’t want to burden her any more with your weight.
>The waterfall looks inconspicuous enough until you get a little closer.
>As you approach you can see that there is actually a cavern behind the waterfall.
>It’s big enough for the two of you.
>Natasha has already fallen in love with it, judging from her enthusiasm and eagerness to get there.
>You have to hold her reins to stop her charging in.
>Even though the cave itself looks safe, you still have to be on the lookout for troops.
>Your caution is unwarranted, as you reach the cave safely and settle down with no trouble at all.
>You’re relieved to finally have found a bit of respite, and lie back on your bedroll with your hands behind your head.
>Your gauntlets aren’t entirely comfortable, but you can’t afford to take off your armour in case you need to make a quick getaway.
“Okay, Nat. Let’s try to get some sleep. I’m... bushed...”
>You barely finish your sentence before your heavy eyelids close on you.
>You hope you get to sleep well for a few hours this time.
 
>You are now Natasha, the dragon.
>Your rider and human companion has just fallen asleep.
>He’s so tired.
>You know he’s been run ragged by those other humans chasing you.
>He’s had to stay alert for both of you.
>You love how he tries to provide for you both.
>He takes care of you and feeds you.
>He protects you and grooms you.
>He even sated your desires when you last went into heat.
>He’d make a fine drake for your brood.
>But right now, he’s vulnerable.
>Sure, he’s in his armour, but he’s not at his peak.
>You wish there was something you could do to make him feel better.
>He didn’t even eat his food earlier.
>You curl your neck around him, resting your head next to his torso.
>He looks so fragile and squishy up close, but you know that to be only skin deep.
>Within him roars a fire just as fierce as yours, and on the hunt he makes a fine partner.
>A partner...
>Perhaps it’s time to return the favour that he gave you before.
>Your serpentine tongue slips out from between your lips, tasting the tension-charged air in the cavern.
>Already you growl with excited anticipation for what you’re about to do.
>Gently nudging him with your head, you annoy him enough to get him to turn over.
>In doing so, he has exposed his back to you.
>And along with it, those weird strappy pieces of leather that hold his armour on.
>He uses his dextrous hands to buckle them fast, but you don’t have such luxuries.
>Instead you are forced to use a much more dangerous method of declothing him.
>Your teeth.
>The irony is that the armour is enchanted to resist your bites.
>You learned that back when you didn’t trust your lover.
>The leather, however, is not.
>VERY gently, you bite the straps that bind his cuirass to his chest.
>His armoured shell pops open, and you nudge it off him.
>It seems you might have been slightly too enthusiastic in your biting, though.
>The underclothing that acts as his last line of defence against oncoming attackers, and also as a cushion for his armour, has been bitten in a rough line down his back.
>Oh well, might as well take it off too.
>Your tongue grabs a hold of the shredded wool and tears the last remaining strands that your teeth managed to miss.
>Now his top half is exposed completely to the open air.
>And your predatory, gazing eyes.
>They roam over his well toned angles and muscles, taking in how much of a magnificent specimen he is.
>He may be no dragon, but you’d sooner trust him to protect your brood than any of the pompous whelps back at HQ.
>His skin is covered in hard-won scars from past battles.
>Each wound is a stitch in a magnificent tapestry of war that serves as a testament to his ability.
>Just thinking of his battle prowess is starting to stoke the fire in between your legs.
>Perhaps you can convince him to actually give you his seed this time.
>You yearned for it in your last heat, but he only used his meaty arm on you.
>It was good, but not as good as it could have been.
>This time you’ll work him up into such a frenzy that he’ll have no choice but to fuck you senseless.
>Once again your tongue shoots out of your mouth.
>This time you can taste his sweat.
>With his skin exposed, his scent is so much stronger.
>You snort steam with your arousal.
>He stirs in his sleep, but is too exhausted to wake up.
>It leaves him completely at your mercy.
>You move forward with your tongue, tracing his pectoral muscles.
>They’re chiselled and strong, capped with his small but cute mammalian nipples.
>You especially like those.
>Your delicate tongue tips dance circles around his sensitive skin, tickling him, but only leaving a faint trace of a sensation.
>A slight grimace appears on his face, but he doesn’t wake up.
>You continue your tasting session, stroking down his firm abdominal muscles down towards your prize.
>As you descend, you can taste his masculinity more strongly in the air.
>You’re so close to it now.
>Your seeking tendrils slip under his belt.
>From now on you work by a combination of touch and taste to find his manhood.
>Following the scent of his musk, you quickly come to his turgid member, excited from your earlier caresses.
>You force your way further into his pants, now too excited to give any heed to subtlety.
>His belt gives way to your prising muscle, and his trousers split open to give you a good view of his crotch.
>Finally free, his cock springs upwards, rearing up to its full length like a majestic stallion on the plains.
>His wild, forceful length entices you, and you find yourself unable to resist playing with it further.
>You take his shaft in between your twin tongue tips.
>Your nimble muscles in one half of your tongue grasps the underside of his glans firmly.
>He moans weakly in his fitful sleep.
>With your other tongue tip you start to swirl around his crown in slow circles.
>Even unconscious, the pleasure from your slick organ causes him to groan.
>”N-naaaaat...”
>How appropriate; he’s dreaming of you.
>You endeavour to turn his fantasy into a reality.
 
>You are no longer Natasha.
>And since there’s one other entity in the cave, that narrows down who you’re likely to be.
>Either way, you’re having the craziest dream.
>You’re getting the best blowjob from a woman.
>Well, she’s not exactly a woman.
>She’s a svelte, yet large busted dragoness – jet black in scales and white in muscle.
>Her two-tone body is only broken by her beautiful pink nipples which adorn each ample breast.
 
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>She breaks her tender licking to address you, her eyes boring into yours with a fiery intensity.
>”Take me. Give me your seed, my drake,” she whispers.
>Her commands are absolute.
>You daren’t disobey her.
>She lies on her back, spreading her leathery wings and curling her powerful tail underneath her.
>Spreading her legs, she gives you full view of the flower that lies between them.
>Her hidden lily, concealed by her normally tightly bunched muscle bands that run the length of her body all the way to the underside of her tail.
>It drips with sweet nectar with a familiar spike of spice...
“N-natasha...?”
>Your words seem slurred, almost as if you are intoxicated.
>Surely it’s the mere presence of this scaled beauty that has reduced you to a quivering mess of a man.
>Nevertheless you strive to push yourself forwards, trying your best to ignore how amazing your cock feels right now.
>Never before has it felt so sensitive and aroused.
>The swirling sensations that you are experiencing are unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
>You can feel yourself reaching your peak, even though you haven’t penetrated this goddess before you.
>All at once you succumb to the pleasure that wracks your mind.
>Jets of thick cum erupt from your rod, coating the scales of the woman in front of you.
>She is a mosaic of monochrome – white on black – human on something so very inhuman.
>A pair of her clawed fingertips sensuously trace a pattern through your creamy offering.
>She brings the liquid to her maw and slips her flexible tongue out, tasting and savouring your flavour.
>”Mmmm...” she coos with approval, “Delicious, but entirely in the wrong place. Give me more, this time, inside.”
>Then, just as suddenly as she came, she evaporates in a puff of grey smoke.
>You’re left in a black void, confused as to what just happened.
 
>Then you open your eyes.
>The roof of the cave that you and Natasha took shelter in greets your tired eyes.
>How long have you been out?
>What’s that sucking noise?
>Why is it so cold?
>And what’s that smell?
>You look down to see Natasha’s bulky body in front of you.
>Her neck extends around behind you.
>You follow it to your other side to come face to face with one of her slit pupils.
>She stares at you.
>Your vision is torn from hers to follow her tongue, which protrudes from her mouth.
>She’s licking something.
>She’s licking you.
 
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“N-nat?! What are you doing?!”
>Natasha growls in response to your question.
>It’s a growl you recognise, and it speaks volumes about her intent.
>You remember hearing that growl the night that you fucked her with your arm.
>It signifies her arousal, and works in tandem with her scented juices to create a hot and heavy atmosphere.
>Natasha releases your member from her slimy grasp.
>You notice as she retracts her tongue that it’s covered in white goo.
>Could it be...?
>You look down at your engorged cock.
>She gave you a blowjob?
>Whatever is the meaning of this?
>Did this have something to do with your dream?
“Nat, I don’t understand...”
>Natasha bears her teeth in what you imagine to be a reptilian parody of a smile.
>She uncoils her neck from around you and motions with her head to her legs.
>She rolls over onto her side and closes her eyes.
>Once your eyes lock onto her drooling slit, you understand completely.
>Natasha wants you.
 
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>You get up, bones and joints popping in protest.
>You disregard your soreness.
>Something infinitely more important lies in front of you.
>Your hand traces the bumps of her muscle bands as you move down her belly.
>She’s at ease with you doing so, even excited by your touch.
>You pace slowly and cautiously, taking care to avoid the massive claws of her hind legs.
>They could tear you to shreds if you displease her.
>You resolve internally to not let that happen.
>Once again you find yourself in a familiar position, sitting on your dragoness partner’s hind leg, staring at her sopping wet sex.
>Your arm moves almost naturally to her vulva, choreographed by the memory of that last encounter with Natasha so long ago.
>You spread her lips to reveal her porcelain white innards.
>She groans with approval.
>You cup your hand into a point and bring it to her quivering flesh.
>As soon as she feels your bony appendages slide inside her, she twitches and bucks, barking in response.
>You fucked up.
>But what did you do wrong?
>This is exactly what you did last time...
>Natasha growls at you, craning her neck from her relaxed position to glare at you disapprovingly.
>She doesn’t want your hand this time.
>So what does she want?
>”Give me more, this time, inside...”
>Your mind recalls your vivid dream from minutes ago.
>Does she want...
>Your cock?
>You look down at the offending article.
>You’d like to say that you’re still hard because of the dream you had earlier.
>But that would be denying how turned on you are by being so intimate with Natasha in all her gigantic glory.
>You can feel her inner heat again at this range.
>It’s a permeating warmth that seeps through to your bones in this dark, dingy cavern.
>Her juices emit her unique scent that tickles your nostrils.
>And yet for her comforting presence, the ever apparent threat of her animalistic, apex predator nature makes your pulse race with frightened excitement.
>So your cock has no trouble staying hard for your lady.
>The problem now is that you’re relying entirely on your member to placate your dragon partner and quell her wrath.
>You stand up, straddling Natasha’s hind leg again.
>She looks on intently, ready to punish you at even the slightest hint of a mistake.
>Hesitantly, you line your throbbing rod up with Natasha’s drooling slit.
>Her radiant heat feels incredible on the tip of your cock.
>It only gets better as you slowly insert yourself into her.
>Natasha throws her head back with delight.
>You struggle to stop yourself doing the same; your desire to please your partner your only resolve against it.
>And that desire is fuelled by your self preservation instinct.
>With remarkable ease you hilt yourself in her slick depths.
>The first thing you notice is her penetrating heat.
>Combined with her sticky wetness, it feels like you’re sticking your cock into a freshly baked pie.
>N-not that you know what that feels like.
>The other thing that you notice after you start thrusting is that Natasha’s vagina is... capacious.
>This isn’t surprising, considering that she took your entire arm up to the elbow before.
>It’s not that it feels bad, but you can tell already that you’re going to make no progress towards your orgasm from her pussy alone.
>Natasha doesn’t seem to be as concerned as you.
>In fact, she’s enjoying herself quite a lot.
>She’s huffing smoke and grunting from your mere presence in her cunt.
>It must be quite sensitive.
>Sadly, you don’t share the same capacity for pleasure.
>You need to do something about this, and fast.
>And that’s when you get an idea.
>It’s risky, considering what happened before, but it’s the only thing you can think of now.
>Slowly, while keeping up your thrusts, you slide one of your hands down Natasha’s belly to her cunt.
>You slip one finger, then two underneath your shaft, effectively increasing your girth.
>Immediately Natasha is alerted to your plans.
>Her eyes go wide and her head jerks up to see what you’re doing.
>You freeze in response to her sudden movements.
>Your heart hammers in your chest as you wait in silence for Natasha’s verdict.
>Her eyes narrow at you...
>And then she lays her head down once more.
>You have gained her approval.
>Letting out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, you pick up your thrusts once more.
>You add the rest of your fingers to the two that you slid into Natasha’s vagina.
>Your thumb follows after and then your palm.
>Finally your entire fist is in Natasha.
>And she is loving it.
>You can feel her inner walls being stretched by your immense girth.
>She clenches rhythmically in powerful pulses in time with her heartbeat.
>It forces your hand to clench around your cock, providing the tightness that you so craved.
>Finally, you feel that you can start enjoying yourself properly.
>You start stroking yourself while in Natasha.
>Masturbating internally is completely different to anything you’ve ever experienced before.
>Natasha’s copious amounts of lubrication provide you with the scope to go as fast as you want, and being positioned in her hole allows you to thrust into your fist.
>All this, accompanied by her encapsulating scent and warmth create an incredibly erotic cocktail that makes your brain spark with arousal.
>Your hips pump to your heart’s content, and you hold nothing back from your dragoness mistress.
>She wouldn’t want you to, anyway.
>”Give me more, this time, inside...”
>Your dream echoes once again in your head.
>You can’t shake your orders, nor would you want to.
>You want to give your all to this creature, so that’s what you do.
>Your fist works in contrast to your thrusts, providing maximum friction for your eager cock.
>Natasha’s chest labours with hitched breaths in response to the sensations from her nether regions.
>She grunts and groans and huffs as she rises to the heady heights of rapture, thanks to your continued efforts.
>And “efforts” is the right word.
>As the heat rolls off Natasha’s stomach, it makes you sweat as you grunt with exertion.
>Your fatigue from your exercise is only exacerbated by your previous tiredness and the now stifling aura that Natasha exudes.
>Thankfully, however, you feel yourself reaching your peak.
>Your intense masturbation session is coming to an end.
>Natasha’s grunting is becoming more high pitched, too.
>She’s going to blow as well!
>Your hips move as a blur as you thrust with all your might into your hand.
>Your bicep strains to move your hand faster inside Natasha.
>Natasha’s vulva convulses reflexively to your determined motions.
>And then, all at once, it happens.
>Your semen gushes from your tip in a torrent of white stickiness.
>It blends into Natasha’s white, marbled depths, but is washed away mere moments after with her squirting orgasm.
>She roars as her mind swims in complete ecstasy.
>Your work here is done.
>And just as well.
>Because you see blackness overtaking the edges of your vision.
>Your exhaustion finally catches up with you and you fall onto Natasha’s muscular leg as you pass out.
 
>You are once again Natasha.
>And you may be experiencing just the slightest twinge of regret.
>Your plan to reenergize your drake has ended up with him passing out on your thigh.
>And now, because of your roar, you can hear those other humans closing in on you.
>You need to do something.
>You lift your limp rider up onto your back as you formulate a plan.
>You’re going to have to solve this dragon style.
>Without your rider to direct you or scold you, you’re free to deal with this as you please.
>And there’s something you’ve wanted to do since this whole incident started.
>Your advanced draconic hearing picks up the movement of troops outside the cavern.
>”Okay, men. They must be in here. On the count of three. One. Two.”
>You charge out the cavern spewing hellfire from your serrated maw.
>The troops, who were waiting for the third count, are caught completely unawares.
>The main force is incinerated instantly by your flames.
>The rest of the men dive to take cover, allowing you to spread your wings and take to the skies.
>Only once you’re airborne does the commander manage to bring order to his troops.
>”You fools! Don’t just stand there! Chase after her! Quick! Into the woods!”
>Right where you want them.
>You circle above the forest treetops, shrugging off the arrows that the smarter men are firing.
>Once you have them all surrounded by easily flammable material, you deal with them like a dragon should.
>You firebomb the place.
>Instantly the forest turns from lush green to incandescent red.
>You hear the screams of the foolish humans who tried to hurt you and your drake.
>Their anguish is just barely audible over the raging inferno, but your sensitive hearing picks it up.
>You lick your lips.
>Delicious.
>You turn to check on your passenger.
>He sleeps soundly like a whelpling, ignorant to the carnage around him.
>You already know you’re in for a good telling off when he wakes up.
>It was totally worth it, though.
 
>The council was surprisingly understanding considering the circumstances.
>You lost control of your dragon and she ended up razing an entire forest to the ground.
>However, what pissed them off was that you lost your armour.
>You turned up, naked and covered in ash back at HQ, with Natasha curled up around you defensively.
>Her head was dangerously close to your crotch.
>It turned out, though, that the order thought it might have been a trap anyway.
>They “thought you could handle it” if it was.
>Whatever.
>Either way, they spun it so that as part of your punishment you had to smith your own replacement armour.
>That stuff was made using enchanted dragonfire, so forging new ones, the punishment extended to both you and Natasha.
>So here you find yourself hammering away at a particularly stubborn piece of sheet metal, whilst Natasha blows more fire into the forge.
“This is all your fault, you know? If you hadn’t bitten off my armour...”
>Natasha stops blowing to give you another reptilian smirk.
>You sigh.
“Yeah, okay. I guess it was pretty hot, what we did.”
>Natasha blows a puff of steam.
>You can tell that she doesn’t regret a thing.
>She rolls over onto her side, exposing her belly to you.
“Again?”
>Her tongue flits out coquettishly at you.
>You sigh once again.
>You guess you can take a little break from smithing for a while.
 
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