Chapter 1: Unboxing

John had never expected to become a video game reviewer as his full time gig. He had always wanted to be a writer, and when he was younger and more naïve he’d set his sights on writing for games. But, as in most cases where supply far exceeded demand, it was hard to land decent pay or decent hours.

The review gig had both, somehow. It was hardly a dream job, despite how it sounded on paper. He reviewed whatever game was assigned to him, regardless of the genre and even if it was already clear from the promotional materials that it was going to be sub par. He’d made the best of muddling through his first bad game by coming up with as many witty insults for it as he could, which he only realized after the fact was a massive mistake. His tongue-in-cheek reviews had gotten great clicks, which meant he was first on the list for the worst-looking games.

This latest one, though, was… different. It was VR, for starters, which John had only reviewed once before, a couple years back when he was new to the job and the tech was new to the market. It had been a charming, albeit mildly queasy experience, but it hadn’t exactly left him wanting more.

Though, it wasn’t quite right to call this one VR — the promotional materials themselves took great pains to emphasize that this game was augmented reality, and not virtual reality. As was often the case in John’s line of work, he had received a pre-release copy, and it would be several more months before the game went to market. His review, and the many others they had similarly commissioned, would go live just before the launch, to excite potential buyers and loosen their purse strings, if all went well for the publisher.

As his boss so frequently liked to remind him when he was negotiating for better rates, free copies of games was supposedly one of the perks of the job. As John had successfully countered, when the editors kept sending him the worst games on purpose, they couldn’t really use that argument.

This game, though, might just be of some actual value, even just by the box.

And it did, in fact, come in an actual box. It was not downloadable, and it could not be played on any of the consoles on the market. It was, as they had said, ‘a complete experience’ and it apparently came on its own custom hardware. That made sense to John, given the sensitive nature of the content.

The ‘sensitive nature’ was, simply put, that it was a porn game. The publisher had gone to great lengths to call it ‘a sensual and evocative experience’, but on the corner of the matte black box in black gloss print was the mandatory rating label of ‘Adults Only’.

That was all John knew about it, and it seemed to be all the boss knew about it too, gauging by their last call. It was a real wild card. It could be the cutting edge of adult entertainment, or another cringey and click-baity mess. Win-win for the boss, given that they would either finally give John a game he’d like, or they’d get another especially saucy review out of it.

It had been nearly half an hour since John had taken the box out of the cardboard that it had shipped in. Since then, the game box had sat on his kitchen table. It looked more like an apple product than a video game, with minimal design and an abstract, swirling design on the top like smoke.

He hadn’t quite been able to bring himself to open it. It was like Schrodinger’s game — it could be great or terrible, and while the lid was closed there was still the chance it might be great. Once he opened it, if it was terrible then it was terrible.

Curiosity overcame apprehension, and John slid off the lid.

The contents were neatly arranged in a form-fit paper tray, and immediately he thought they looked like something from ‘Alice in Wonderland’. There were several small bundles, each with a paper tag with gold lettering that read ‘open me’ or ‘not yet!’.

The first pieces he opened were the headset and the console itself, which was surprisingly small. John kept a notepad next to him and jotted things down as he went, ‘satisfying package design’, ‘quality materials’, ‘intuitive opening experience’, ‘great for unboxing videos, recommend to editors for pre-release’. That was the other thing about reviewing games — even the good ones he didn’t quite get to enjoy in the same way. He always had to be thinking about the review.

It didn’t take him long to get it set up, and he kept it in the kitchen for the moment since he was going to have more things to open and there was hardly any room on his actual desk. And his kitchen was basically his office anyway, since John lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment.

The console itself was another simple black rectangle, and as he plugged it in lights ran down the front, illuminating a smoky pattern like had been on the box. The headset had about half the bulk of a typical VR headset and was much lighter. Whether this was to skimp on materials or because they expected long-term wear, John was about to find out. The headset was wireless with integrated stereo audio, and he followed the prompts to get the console and headset linked and set up.

The screen of the headset glowed gently to life, and he was looking at his kitchen table again.

“Oh, hello!” said a woman’s voice. “It’s me, the voice in your head! Haha, just kidding. I’d like to come out but I can’t quite get my bearings… could you look around, show me the place?”

John found his notepad through the headset screen and jotted down ‘immersive introduction’, ‘anime cliche’, ‘voice in your head’.

As he did, the little white dots that were so often used to show whether AR was finding the edges of things appeared, but there was not a progress indicator. At least, not a visual one. As he looked around, the voice called back, “almost there… yep that’s about halfway… sixty nine percent, nice! … okay, perfect!”

John scanned the room, expecting her to appear, but she hadn’t yet.

“Before I come out, though… Oh, I’m not sure if you’ll like me!”

There was a long pause.

“See,” she said, “I’m not sure what to do with all this silence! C’mon, I’m the voice in your head, you can talk to me.”

John jotted down, ‘immersive prompts for appropriate interaction, no HUD yet’.

“You sure do write a lot,” she said. “Are you mute? If you are, that’s okay! But um… ASL is in beta still, sorry.”

John was impressed. As he jotted down ‘detected writing after orientation scan’ he said, “I’m not mute.”

“Oh, phew! So like I said, I want to make sure you like me. I can look like anything you want, y’know. What do you like?”

John considered. He ought to push the boundaries of the game, but character creation was hardly anything new. He’d seen some of the most bizarrely detailed character creators imaginable… but what the worst ones lacked was appropriate defaults. Some folks wanted to spend hours designing their character, while others just wanted to dial in ‘lanky adventurer type’ and get playing.

So, he said, “Well, I think I’ll like however you are. I don’t have a strong preference.”

“Hmmm, alright them. Just remember I can change at any time! I can even be a boy. And not just that, I can be any gender, in fact! All you have to do is ask. Well, at first. After that I might want you to do… favors.”

John jotted down, ‘LGTBQ and gender nonconfirming options’ and circled it. If the game turned out to be good, that topic would be of particular interest for the review.

Shimmering lights appeared in the air in front of John, and he rolled his head in a circle, impressed that they perfectly held their position in his field of view. The lag was imperceptible. But, more impressive than that was the way that the lights cast a natural glow on his kitchen table, even reflected back from his dim monitor. It was completely convincing.

The lights coalesced into a feminine form, then the glow faded, leaving the character in front of him. She had a soft, cartoony look, like Pixar-meets-anime. That was welcome — nothing could make a VR game queasier than motion sickness plus uncanny valley. She wore a white shirt and jeans and had blue hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were green with that ‘kawaii’ sparkle and she smiled at him as she sat down in the chair across from him.

He reached over to jot down ‘recognized chair object in room’ and her eyes followed his hand as she did. In a convincing reproduction of an ‘I noticed you did that but I’m just going to gloss over it’ expression, she looked back at him as he put the pencil down.

“It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“John.”

“Spelled the usual way?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I might write you a note later, since you like writing so much.”

That was enough to shock John out of reviewer brain and into the present. Wow they had pulled out all the stops on this one. Top of the line AR tech, cutting edge voice recognition and natural language processing, the pinnacle of human-computer interface, all for… a porn game. Gotta love humanity.

“My name is—”

She paused and froze, and John looked around for some pop-up or other indication of where he might choose her name.

She started moving again and giggled. “I really got you there, didn’t I? My name is Arya. You could change it, but… you seem to like defaults.”

“I’m impressed,” John said.

“I’m impressive! But I have to know, did you get my name?”

“I heard you, it’s Arya.”

“Right, but do you get it.”

John thought about it a bit harder. Arya. AR. He snorted and rolled his eyes. “I thought this was a porn game, not a pun game.”

“Oh, I can hurry things along, if you like,” Arya said. “But I thought we might get to know each other a bit first.”

“Hm, okay. Would you appear like this for everyone?”

Arya looked down at her white shirt and jeans, and wiggled the toes of her bare feet. “No. Like I said, you like defaults. Not that I have a default look, so much that t-shirt, jeans, anime smile, blue hair… seemed to be your kind of default.”

John wasn’t sure whether to believe Arya, or whether this was the sort of horoscope thing that would work on most people. “I’d accuse you of grabbing my browsing history, if I’d visited any sort of website for you.”

Arya giggled. “No no, I’m just looking around.” She gestured at the main room of the small apartment. John suddenly felt self-conscious. It was in its usual state of mild disarray, which was fine while he was alone, but with Arya sitting across from him… it really did feel like he had someone over.

“You’re not beaming my messy apartment back to HQ, are you?”

“Oh, no! I’d never. Actually, that’s a good reminder, I should go over my privacy policy. It’s short. What happens in the black box…” she reached over and patted the console on the table, and his headset played a convincing sound effect for it, “stays in the black box. Everything’s totally local, on-device processing.”

That seemed plausible, John hadn’t needed to set up any sort of internet connection to get the thing going, nor had it even asked him to create an account.

“That means that HQ is a bit old-fashioned when it comes to handling support requests. They won’t be able to get any data on your device, so you’ll have to take notes and give them as much detail as you can. Should be easy for you, since you’re writing so much.”

John was trying and failing to keep track of what might be prerecorded and what was dynamically generated. All her intonation was utterly convincing. He half expected that the box had opened up a phone call and there was a real human on the other end, being rigged onto the character model, VTuber-style. “If there’s no internet connection, how will you fix issues or install updates?”

“Patches and fixes will come as SD cards in the mail. It’s a bit old fashioned but, I really like snail mail, y’know? There’s something so nice about opening something in the mail that’s just for you.”

“You’re so right, it was actually really nice to open this package today. I haven’t gotten mail from anywhere other than Amazon in a while.” Even as John responded, he marveled at it. He really could talk to her like he’d talk to anyone. And the SD card thing was plausible. He’d google around that night to do some Wi-Fi sniffing and check for other wireless comms, just in case, but… in the meantime, there didn’t seem to be any harm in continuing.

Arya winked. “Well, there will be plenty more where that came from. Want to open something else now?”

“Sure.”

“Look in the box.”

He pulled it over and looked inside, and the labels on the parcels shimmered. The remaining two parcels now said, ‘open me!’. That was a clever trick.

In one parcel was a matching set of devices that looked like watches, and in another other was an array of matching bands for them, and in the third was a clear glass bottle filled with viscous clear liquid, which had its own tag that said ‘pump me’.

“Pick something you like and then put them on! One on each wrist.”

“What do they do?”

“Well, you know how a lot of AR and VR have wands or something for you to hold? These are like that, but better suited for… y’know. Activities.” Arya wiggled her eyebrows.

John left the original bands, smooth black leather, in place and as he put the watches on, he asked, “If I wanted you to be all blushy and bashful about anything lewd, would you be?”

Arya’s face reddened, the classic lines appearing over her cheeks as she held up a hand to her mouth. “John, how could you imply something like that? Hentai!”

John chuckled. “That’s pretty good.”

“Is that what you want?” Arya said, her voice somewhere between sincere and teasing.

“Nah, coy is fine.”

“Alright. You have your bands on? How’s the fit?”

John put his hands out and stretched them. “Pretty good. Hows the… sensing?”

“Your heart rate is eighty beats per minute. Either you’re very out of shape or you really like me.”

John’s face reddened. He was blushing! At a video game character!

Arya laughed. “Ooooh, ninety beats per minute! I’m going to go with ‘you like me’.”

John chuckled nervously. “I mean, isn’t that the point?”

“Of course!” Arya winked. “Alright, time for some calibration. Put both your hands out in front of you, palms down… flip the right one over… then the left one over… then right hand over left shoulder… then left hand over right shoulder…”

She got through another four steps before John realized she was talking him through the macarena. “Hey!” he said. “Is that really necessary for calibration?”

Arya giggled. “No. But it’s funny. I’ll tell you what the calibration actually is, and then you can just let me know when you’re ready, yeah?”

“Okay, so what’s the calibration?”

She leaned towards him and cupped a hand around her mouth, then whispered, “Masturbation.”

John blushed again and his heart rate must have spiked because Arya leaned back and giggled mischievously. John was surprised to have a woman, even an artificial one, be so cavalier about it. He teetered on a flash of guilt. It felt fake, like sex you paid for… but then again, that’s what it was. The whole thing was probably powered by AI, maybe they’d trained the neural network with actual escorts and sex workers? That would be pretty effective. But could something like this put them out of work when it hit the market? That didn’t seem fair. But, maybe the sex wasn’t nearly this interactive. A ‘choose your own hentai’ adventure felt a bit comfier.

Arya twirled a strand of her blue hair between her fingers. “You’re a thinker, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m a writer, at least. And I have to… write a review of you.”

“Ooooh,” Arya said, “Really? What will you say?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Be sure to tell them how great my jokes are. Go on, write it down.” She tapped on the edge of his pad with her fingertips. “Write, ‘super hilarious girl Arya’.”

He put the pen down and wrote ‘testing text recognition limits’ instead. Her eyes followed him, and as he put down the pen, she smiled. “There you go.”

There’s no way he’d have gotten away with that with a real girl. So, that was some comfort. But, then again, why was he trying to remind himself that she was a character? Wasn’t he always writing about immersion? That’s probably what his reviewers would be after, too. If not for himself, then for the reviewers… yes, for the reviewers, he’d embrace this whole thing wholeheartedly.

Well, maybe not whole-heartedly. He didn’t want to fall in love with this fantasy, like all the poor people who’d taken James Cameron’s Avatar too seriously. So… whole-dickedly, then.

“Masturbation, you said?”

The Dragon's Tower

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Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 41: The Golden Goose

Ada had lit her signal fire with her dragon’s breath, and Pasco’s first response had been to chastise her for coming twice in a row before he’d seen the real concern on her draconic face.

She’d slipped into the captain’s quarters in the usual way, collapsing on the bare wood, and for the first time she did not make it even a little bit wet.

She saw that he found the recounting of the tale almost as arousing as she’d found it in real life, and Ada had been excited that this would bring her back. But while she’d certainly enjoyed Pasco’s pleasure, and even helping with it, she still felt overall apathetic about her own. This was not the beggy, fun denial of the sirens — it was just, sort of odd.

Ada had taken a few flights to stretch her wings over the following three days, but mostly had been cooped up in the hold, trying to not be depressed.

She was confident that she was not pregnant. Rather, something else was happening. A feeling of something vaguely magical itched under her skin.

Her scales remained tightly shut. It was not all bad. She did, finally, sleep as a dragon. Dreamed as a dragon. Became very hungry as a dragon. There were not, unfortunately, many good meal options for her. Pasco was considering a detour to a port town so that they could buy a pig. Or several.

There were some quiet moments that she savored. Pasco falling asleep curled up in her tail. Sneaking her head out of her window to just watch the stars at night.

She’d retired from her star gazing, late, and curled up into a light slumber. Human-Ada must have grabbed back control of her dreams that night, because they were very sexual. Lots of growling and pawing and feelings of fullness.

Ada awoke and thought she must still be dreaming. There was the most wonderful heat in her belly, and her legs and tail were slick with wetness. Ada stirred, her scales rubbing against the wood, and it felt good. Not just nice, but oh my gods good. She leaned into the feeling — at least she’d get to enjoy her dreams for a bit. But then, she realized. She wasn’t dreaming. She was sopping wet and rubbing herself and fuck did she feel full. As full as that knot had felt.

Hurriedly, she poked her shout out into the hallway. A passing pirate snapped to attention. “Get Pasco, tell him— mmmngh — tell him something’s happening.”

Pasco arrived nearly immediately with a pallor of worry that shifted to a flush of arousal as he found Ada cooing and writing in her own slick, which was now even thicker on the floor than during her usual activities.

“Pascooooo,” she flopped her head towards him, pleasure-drunk, “It feels so goooood. I’m so full. Oh, oh another one’s coming, another— ohhhhh.”

Her muscles clenched like they around the dragon’s dick but in reverse, from deep within her down to her entrance. The contractions pressed the fullness right against the muscles of her entrance, a feeling that was similar to the dragon trying to pull his knot out of her.

She was intoxicated by the ecstasy, a heady mix of urgency and acceptance, a greedy breath of anticipation before each moaning exhale.

Her parted scales let out a gush of pent-up wetness with every convulsion. It had started slowly, but they were coming more frequently now.

“Can you tell what’s happening?” Pasco asked.

“I think I’m… I think I’m laying an egg.”

“A living egg?” Pasco seemed ready to panic.

“No I… I can’t explain but… we’ll see. Oh! Oh gods that’s good…” Another contraction rolled down Ada’s abdomen. Pasco could do little more than tend to his growing erection as he watched. Ada liked that and spurred him on with a few luxurious licks and ample moaning.

The magical itch under her skin had intensified, and she felt a sort of burgeoning pride not unlike what she felt when she surveyed the brook on the island. What sort of blessing might this be?

Another contraction washed over her, then another, each near-orgasmic and stronger than the last. Nothing else had given her this kind of pre-orgasmic pleasure except for the waterfall. But this sensation was different, with this incredible fullness inside of her. If she could combine this and the waterfall she might actually die of happiness.

It wasn’t the strength of the contraction that would release the egg, so much as to what degree she relaxed. And it would be difficult, because it felt so good when the fullness met the resistance of her muscles. She felt like she might be able to stay like this for hours.

Dragon-Ada knew implicitly that in the case of actual dragon reproduction, the male would still be nearby and would wrap the female like he had during coitus and similarly relax her so that she could deposit the egg. Human-Ada figured that this was, perhaps, even a built-in mechanism to help ensure that the female did not accidentally lay her egg without the male there.

But she was not really an actual dragon, and this was not really a live dragon’s egg, so she would find out what happened when there was no male dragon around.

The answer she seemed to be building to was, ‘an indescribably powerful orgasm’.

The next contraction milked a howling roar out of her as if she was actually coming. But, not yet. It was a good thing they’d stayed out on the open sea — if they’d been in port, the whole town would be about to hear, because she was only going to get louder. As it were, the whole boat was about to get a treat.

The next wave came, almost right behind the first, and Ada got louder. Pasco picked up on the change and perked, eager to see what happened.

Ada had a mere moment to catch her breath before the next wave. “When this comes out, it’s gonna make me— ah, aaaaah! Fuck.”

Ada hadn’t really needed to explain the contractions to Pasco, since it was externally obvious the way they coursed down her abdomen, clenching at the egg that was now right at her entrance, spreading, stretching.

The waves were now coming right on top of each other, no rest between them, just this incredible throbbing fullness. Ada’s thoughts became silent. Time seemed to bend.

“It’s c… it’s c… it’s coming!”

The egg slipped past her entrance with the most delicious stretch.

Ada collapsed into trembling waves of orgasm.

As they finally faded, Ada found herself sitting next to an egg as big as her human self. Pasco rushed over to hug her from behind, and his warmth was comforting to her now much smaller and much more naked body.

They were both transfixed by the egg. It was perfectly smooth, shining, and golden. Ada reached forward and knocked her fist on the egg. It was solid. Pasco reached forward and did the same.

“So let me see if I’ve got this straight,” Pasco said.

“Mhm?”

“When you come, you turn into a dragon. Then, if a dragon comes in you, you don’t come for a while — but instead, you’re like the golden goose, and you lay a golden egg, and that makes you come.”

Ada nodded, dazed. “I uh… that about sums it up. That witch may have been… not very good at magic. And may have been mixing spells.”

“You must have made her very mad, to make her that careless.”

“Apparently. Did you figure out the next part of what this means?”

“Probably not. Enlighten me?”

“It means that all I have to do is keep going out and getting fucked by that dragon, and we’ll be unspeakably rich.” It appeared that Ada could add wealth to the list of blessings that she had brought upon Pasco and his extended family of pirates. And she could add pride to the list of feelings that she had about it.

It also meant that, since she’d be finding the dragon again, he might get to watch the next time. She might have him open the locket so that she did not need to worry so much. And, she might actually get a chance to experience the combination of two of her favorite sensations — the fullness of the egg and the rumble of the waterfall.

And though her mind eagerly flickered through the possibilities, she would share them all with Pasco later. Because already, his eyes were starting to glaze with overwhelm. Any more promise of pleasure and he’d remember little of whatever she said next. So, she waited.

All he could say was, “Holy fuck.”

“Yep. I think the only downside is I don’t really feel like fighting when I’ve got a golden egg in the oven, so we’ll have to time our combat carefully.”

As Ada had anticipated, Pasco wasn’t really listening anymore.

His member had gone soft in the excitement and confusion of the egg appearing, but was now hardening back to attention.

Ada giggled and turned to him. “You didn’t get to come yet, did you?”

“Uh, nah, but it’s not—”

“C’mere, then.” Ada wrapped her mouth around him, which quelled his protests. She was feeling satiated and ready to turn selfless attentions towards Pasco.

As she did, she gave her silent thanks that he had not ever once thought to exploit or contain her — except in the ways that she wanted. This golden egg thing could have proved dicey if she trusted him any less. Even with the tantalizing promise of riches before him, she knew that if she pulled the slip knot, he would respectfully let her leave.

She also knew that for as long as she lived, she never would.

Ada also felt a strange gratitude for the witch, bitter and misguided as she had been. Ada hoped that the witch had found some peace in the life beyond.

Never in Ada’s wildest, wettest dreams had she imagined she might ever live like this. Rich. Loved. Loving. Sated.

Happily ever after.

Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 40: Stuck

Ada had expected to need to find a landing place as soon as possible and bleed off some urgency, but she actually felt surprisingly satisfied. The rest of her flight was peaceful as she returned to the place where she’d become human again.

She’d light a signal fire and then Pasco would come out to fetch her. That way, she could explore at her leisure without too directly revealing to any ships that might be tailing them that the dragon came and went from Pasco’s ship.

She’d even stashed her satchel and clothes carefully under a rock for their return journey. It seemed like an over-abundance of caution to Ada, but she knew that her judgement was not so reliable when it came to things involving sex.

Ada settled in and started her usual ministrations. It felt wonderful, the memory of the feeling of fullness serving to be very inspiring. But something wasn’t quite right. It felt nice but… just nice. Maybe she was desensitized from such an overwhelming experience. She’d need to work a bit harder this time, like she’d had to on the siren’s rock. That memory too, was inspiring, but just… nice.

Human-Ada then became aware of something that dragon-Ada had known all along, since the moment the male had withdrawn from her. Dragon-Ada was not at all horny. Worse than that, she was disinterested. Sated. Happy to just nap in the sun, or whatever.

Human-Ada resolved to work a bit harder. She’d done it before, after all. Ada put her mind to it, pulling forth all her favorite fantasies, all her favorite sensations, grinding herself against a particularly suitable rock.

After a half hour, she was just frustrated and a little sore.

Maybe she did just need some dick. Ada scoured the tiny island and pulled together an assortment of rocks, once which seemed to be of appropriate dimensions. She half-buried it in the sand so that it was at the right angle and started to press herself over it…

Her body recoiled. Her scales were clamped tightly shut.

That was it. Human-Ada finally admitted it. For the first time, she was stuck as a dragon.

Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 39: Fulfilled

For a moment, the male stood over her, having pinned her down with all four limbs.

His eyes became her sky. Where hers glimmered golden, his were silver with opalescent flecks of every color. And they were just as self-aware as hers.

A myriad of signals and responses, touch and smell and sound and posture, flowed through her body and his. They had all the same intentionality and complexity of human language but without the actual words.

Dragon-Ada navigated these confidently. Human-Ada struggled to keep up, but managed to interpret the gist of the exchange.

Swift one, I have captured you in the old ways. Do you accept my advance?

I accept your advance, strong one. But know, I bear no children.

Yes, I could smell this. I want you all the same. My way will be slow and soft with you. Do you accept this way?

I accept this way.

Then, he put his tongue out and started to lick her muzzle. The texture of his tongue was even rougher than hers and it felt wonderful on her scales. He groomed her face and neck and as he did, Ada found herself purring. She returned the favor.

This seemed to convince him that she wouldn’t fly off, so he slowly shifted off of her.

He was correct. Now that she’d finally stopped moving, she became aware of how tired and heavy her wings felt. He seemed to feel the same way; neither of them would be going anywhere anytime soon.

Not that Ada had any problem with that. Dragon-Ada was now extremely aroused, and human-Ada was both excited at the prospect of gathering some as-of-yet unknown facts about true wild dragons, and also extremely aroused.

What she did not know, was what kind of hardware male dragons had. At present moment, his stomach was as smooth as hers. Some reptiles had penises, others didn’t. She was going to find out soon.

As they continued grooming each other, her heat rose, and the same seemed to be happening to him. He grunted and chuffed, and the sounds sent her dragon heart racing. She realized, then, that her dragon self had generally been getting off on whatever human-Ada found arousing. It had been indirect arousal and this direct kind hit her in a whole different way.

She had never felt her heart beat so powerfully, nor her arousal light up with quite this kind of heat. Just like the serendipity of the waterfall, she’d now discovered yet another totally new kind of pleasure.

As she groomed down the length of his stomach, she noticed that there was a seam in the scales between his legs just like there was in hers. She licked there and that drew out an especially delicious growl.

Again, dragon-Ada was aware of a whole cascade of explicit communication that happened without words, leaving human-Ada with just the sense of what had happened.

He accepted her advance.

As she licked and the dragon moaned, the scales around the seam started to spread. From between his scales came a fluid with a similar texture to hers, though it tasted very different. It tasted like pre-cum.

Human-Ada watched with new wonder and dragon-Ada watched with knowing anticipation at what unfolded — or, more accurately, engorged — next.

A round tip pressed out from between the scales, and the dragon groaned. Ada instinctively lapped at him to spur his progress. Slowly, agonizingly, deliciously, the dragon’s dick came out into the open.

The dragon gasped and moaned and panted plaintively as this happened, all of which made dragon-Ada very smugly aroused. The opening in his scales was only barely large enough for his shaft to pass through, and the tight squeeze seemed to both pleasure and frustrate him.

As more of his shaft emerged, it throbbed and thickened and hardened, engorged with blood and lust. It was red and grey like the dragon himself, ridged along its length and with a thick knot at the base. Color pulsed within it in a mesmerizing way, something about the way the blood moved through it.

Despite the delicious dick right in front of her nose, Ada’s instincts ensured that she kept licking right at the underside of his base, though human-Ada didn’t know why.

The dragon heaved a deep and guttural moan, and then the reason became clear.

The muscles at the base of his tail spasmed, the tip of his tail thrashed, and a set of testicles squeezed through the scales. Those also took a moment to throb and arrange themselves under Ada’s tongue, until they looked quite painfully tight and full.

Themale’s noises shifted from pleading, almost bashful, to harder, more insistent. Growlier.

Ada stepped back to observe her handiwork. The dick looked disproportionately large on the dragon, almost as big as his head and definitely larger than hers. Well, she certainly understood why it needed to be stowed away under normal circumstances. But why did it need to be so large?

She became aware of her own throbbing sex. Oh. Oh yes. That’s why. She felt the same sort of giddy energy as her first night with a man. Would it fit? Would it be enough? Would she like it?

She thought of Pasco, then. She knew that he would have enthusiastically urged her on, as eager as she was to learn what kind of pleasure a dragon could give a dragon. Her only regret, which she was sure Pasco would agree with, was that he wasn’t there to watch and touch himself for her further pleasure.

The other dragon turned a predatory look at Ada and bared his fangs, tongue flicking out from between his teeth. She froze, unsure of what to do, and he coursed around behind her, and now it was his turn to put his tongue to her genitals. He licked at her swollen inner labia. His tongue was wider and rougher than hers, and it felt amazing. Finally, some sensation proportionate to her dragon anatomy.

He licked at her until she was beyond dripping, and the reason for her prodigious lubricant secretion became obvious.

With all that dick, she was going to need all the lube she could get.

He lined up over her, her tail to the side, slightly twisted to make room for him, his tip against her entrance.

The wordless words passed between them again.

I make my advance.

I accept your advance.

It was happening. Ada quivered with excitement.

Slowly, he pressed in. His growl of pleasure reverberated through her. Gods, he felt amazing. As his dick was fully in, she sighed. He was so bi—

He was not fully in. There was more. The knot! Ada hadn’t even taken the knot yet! Just as she started to clench instinctively, he pulled slowly out again, his ridged texture gliding against her.

Dragons didn’t fuck like any animal Ada knew of. His body didn’t hump so much as undulate, ripples of muscle drawing him smoothly in and out in an almost elliptical motion. His grip tightened around her, and the pressure soothed her, relaxed her, like the heaviness of the waterfall. He pushed in slightly further this time and as she felt the knot, she clenched again. He slowed and repeated.

Ada oozed plenty of fluid around him, soaking the sand at her feet, ensuring that the only resistance to his methodical, hypnotic thrusts was her own muscles.

He pressed further and further inside of her with each stroke, letting her slowly accustom to his knot, the whole experience working on some visceral level so that she relaxed… and relaxed more… and relaxed more…

Could he even come without his knot inside of her? She hoped not. She wanted all of it. Just imaging what it would feel like for her to climax with that knot inside of her…

Wait. No. Oh no.

Ada tensed and so the dragon gripped her tighter, drawing his textured tip further out this time before pressing in again. His muscles were like iron around her. No, she could have ripped apart iron like wet paper. He was as only a dragon could be.

She wiggled against him, but the only effect was that she grew even more aroused at his unyielding strength. She considered struggling in earnest, but she couldn’t bring herself to. If she did, then he might stop! More than anything, she did not want him to stop.

His firm grip and the hypnotic thrusting soothed her, and she melted again. Was this why human-Ada liked so much to be trapped? Or did dragon-Ada like it because human-Ada did? Ada got the feeling as the bliss seeped into her bones that it was actually something that the two of them separately agreed upon.

If she came, she had no idea what that meant if she had a dragon dick inside of her. Even if her transformation were successful, she was equally worried about what would happen if she became a helpless human next to a dragon abruptly denied his climax.

And she knew exactly what happened to dragons denied their climaxes.

She’d just have to not come, then.

While having the best fuck of her life.

Easy.

Actually, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard. Everything about this process seemed designed to relax her, to be soothing. After all her practice with Pasco, she might actually be able to just sit back and enjoy this. She imagined that she could hear the song, that she could see Pasco sitting there with the locket open on his chest, that she couldn’t come until she saw Pasco again. This was the rule. She’d be rewarded, but she have to wait. And be a good little dragon.

And just… bask in being fucked by this giant dragon dick.

Her clitoris, perhaps by design or perhaps happenstance in a mirror of the male’s anatomy, sat fully up within her scales. The ridges of his dick ran directly across it and the direct stimulation would have been unbearably intense if not for the way the pressure around her body soothed her.

His undulating continued and she melted further. He pushed in again, and this time she really felt the knot. It was amazing. She gasped, and he withdrew.

Part of her started aching for a good, hard fuck, but his steady undulations teased her. That thought made her even wetter. On that surge of wetness, he pressed in even farther. She clenched around him as he withdrew, which made him moan.

That made her even wetter.

As he pressed in again, the muscles of her entrance finally slipped fully over the knot, in the most wonderful stretch. She clenched, hard. Instead of forcing him out, now that she was on the other side of the knot, it drew him in even deeper.

She couldn’t help but clench again, and he groaned. They were now locked together.

He pulled against her, trying to get another round of sensation, but she gripped him tight. She squeezed, enjoying a long moment of his desperate wiggling, clawing and whining, his claws against the scales of her back, his legs against hers, him trying to pull himself free, to fuck her, anything to get any sensation other than the squeezing heat.

His knot pulling against her clenched muscles felt so good.

He’d caught her, but now she had him.

He was panting, drooling, starting to foam at the mouth.

That sent another wave of arousal through her, which, suddenly, became very literal. In yet another new experience for her, the muscles of her sex contracted in a ripple, from his base and her entrance all the way up to his tip, deep inside of her. He gasped, and it happened again. His panting collapsed into blissy moaning as her muscles gave him the sensation he was so desperately craving.

He wasn’t fucking her so much as she was milking him. Both dragon-Ada and human-Ada liked this very much. And, since she could set the pace, she could make sure that he came before she did.

Gods, it felt so good to be so full. She’d be ruined, after this. Lolling in the waterfall, begging Pasco to find her another dragon dick. Maybe the carpenters could make her a suitable substitute?

Best take it slow, for now. She stopped for a moment, no longer clenching around him. He started to pant again and scrabbled against her, reaching around with his forelegs to stroke the scales of outer labia, which were stretched around him. That triggered the convulsions again, even stronger.

So, maybe she couldn’t stop the rippling contractions. She just had to focus on her breathing. Nice and slow.

His dick started to throb inside of her, to pulse against her muscles even as she clamped around him. She hadn’t thought he could get any thicker! The sensation almost sent her over the edge, but she kept control. She couldn’t handle much more, though. She needed him to come soon.

She angled her long neck around to assess her options. That was nearly a mistake — the sight of him wrapped around her, desperately clinging, pawing at her stomach, drooling, the visible ripples of her abdomen as she squeezed down on him — it was almost too much. But, she did spot an opportunity. She had fully taken his knot, but his balls throbbed, full and needy, right behind.

Carefully, so as to not surprise herself with a new sensation and lose her focus, Ada curled herself around so that she could reach his balls with her tongue. They were pressed up around his base, like the scales of his slit were a cock ring, presenting his testicles, nice and tight, for her visual and oral pleasure.

She flicked her tongue out and the anticipation caused her muscles to contract harder, which made him throb and pant even more.

Focus, Ada. She pressed out the full length of her tongue and gave him an experimental lick. He roared.

Oh yes. She wasn’t sure at this point whether it was draconic instinct or human ingenuity but she didn’t care. She licked him once, twice more, but that was all it took. His balls spasmed, for a moment under great tension, and then Ada felt his shaft swell yet again as he pumped into her.

She watched, dizzy and slack-jawed as he emptied himself into her, desperately pulling against her, clawing against her labia so that she clenched him over and over.

Ada focused on soaking in every moment of watching him climax, as a way of deferring her own orgasm. It worked with Pasco, and it worked now.

Unlike a human, or even a siren, his orgasm did not seem to be time-limited, but rather volume limited. He spasmed, pumping, over and over and over again until his balls were empty.

The seal between his knot and her muscles was so firm that not even a single drop leaked out.

He, too, would not be getting out, not if his knot didn’t become significantly smaller. The male sighed, totally sated, as slowly his erection faded and the rest of his body reclaimed its blood.

Ada’s muscles insisted on staying tightly clenched, so it wasn’t until the knot was almost entirely gone that he was able to slip out and collapse on the sand next to her.

Her sex clenched tightly after him, as if reluctant to lose any of his seed. Reflexive, perhaps, though not practical. Dragon-Ada had known as surely as human-Ada had known that no fertile egg would come of this.

His drained balls slipped back inside of his scales and so too the rest of him slowly withdrew as he sighed with contentment.

He lifted his head and started to groom her again, which Ada happily allowed. She’d have to stay focused, still, while he was awake. As she relaxed next to him, she started to get sleepy. So did he, and he nestled his chin down into the sand and drifted off.

She realized, she’d never actually slept as a dragon before. Dozed, sure, but that wasn’t quite the same. She still wouldn’t, it seemed. It wouldn’t quite be safe to let down her guard — not only considering the male dragon, but also her own potentially arousing dreams.

Human-Ada wondered whether dragons tended to live with their mates, or solitary. Dragon-Ada knew, it depended. And wholly, Ada knew that she could not stay. She dragged herself to her feet and licked the other dragon’s muzzle, and he stirred quietly in his sleep. She took a moment to appreciate him, examine his full length, his intricate scales and muscular legs, his branched antlers and the last of his shaft withdrawing.

Then, she took off, flying back out over the ocean.

Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 38: Pleasure Flight

Ada was on the wing again, and this time, it was just a pleasure flight. Playful giddiness bubbled in her as it had during her first flight over the ocean. They were still several weeks’ journey away from their paradise home, and she had taken the opportunity to spread her wings without an active battle.

They’d spotted an uninhabited cluster of islands a ways to the North, right at the edge of charted waters, and the crew had made a slight detour to moor nearby so that Ada could go out and explore.

As Ada flew, she angled herself downwards and skimmed just above the waves. Little hisses of sea spray kissed her snout. Other than a few migratory birds here and there, Ada was alone in the sky.

Once they’d learned just how destructive Ada could be with the locket open and without Pasco’s direct attentions, they’d kept to using it only for shorter flights. It had afforded her the opportunity to learn to relax, to tune into the softer song within herself. She was becoming better and better at directing her arousal.

As Ada gazed out over the endless blue, one of the distant silhouettes caught her eye. Given its size against the sky, it should have been clearer. But it wasn’t, which meant it was something much larger than a bird and much further way. Ada’s dragon instincts were wary of such an unknown, so she angled her flight path so that she’d sweep downwind of the silhouette, but keep it at a similar distance. Though, it did appear to be growing closer.

There, just up ahead, she would pass into its wind current. She wondered if—

The smell hit her like cannon fire, hijacking every single fiber of her body. Her thoughts swirled, dragon and human tumbling together.

It was another dragon. Male. In rut.

Ada made no conscious decision, but her wings flapped powerfully and propelled her up the wind current towards the source of the smell. She’d promised Pasco that if she ever came across another dragon, she’d avoid them. She’d usually had these conversations while human, and human-Ada had thought this to be perfectly sensible. See dragon, avoid dragon. Simple. Smart.

But dragon-Ada did not think any such thoughts, she just flew directly towards the other dragon. It wasn’t like the siren’s pull, which had been other, enveloping. This pull was from within, instinctual. It wasn’t a pull at all, actually. It was a push. Not a drive, exactly. As Pasco said, nobody had ever died from lack of sex. But Ada wanted it, so very deeply and very primally, that there was very little that could have kept her from surging forcefully towards them.

As she approached, she could see the other dragon more clearly. He was thicker than she was, stockier where she was lithe, but his proportions were generally similar. He had red scales and grey horns that branched like antlers. Human-Ada wondered if there were different species of dragon. Dragon-Ada knew he was the same species. Compatible.

He did not approach her directly, but rather, wheeled downwind of her so that he could catch her scent. As he did, a different instinct kicked in. Where previously Ada had flown towards the other dragon, now every fiber of her wanted to fly away.

The reason soon became clear. The male started to give chase, and this spurred Ada to fly even faster.

She’d only ever flown for leisure or combat, and the former was inclined towards ease, the later towards precision. Humans and horses and ships were all so much slower than her that she’d never had to work very hard. Her wings pumped in a totally different way now, a different sort of motion, propelling her much faster than she’d realized she could go.

The thrill, the excitement, was not entirely sexual. It was competitive, exhilarating. This was a new side of her dragon self — a side that would turn down an orgasm to have bested a lesser male, thank-you-very-much.

Even so, he was gaining on her. Ada shifted and climbed, coming to the thinner air. He followed. She went higher and the air became colder and colder, biting her lungs. The clouds were below her now, a different sort of ocean. She’d never flown this high before, wary to risk being so far from a safe landing.

Such things did not concern her now and she kept up her speed, alone for a few sweet moments above this cloud-ocean.

Maybe she’d finally lost him and he was too weak for such altitudes. Figures, she would—

He burst up from the clouds below her, just a tail’s length away. Instinctively, Ada tucked her wings in and dove, dropping like lead as his momentum carried him up through where she’d just been. The air was this thin, and he was flying faster than her. He truly was powerful.

Confidently, instinctively, she kept her wings folded in tight, her body straight as an arrow, speeding directly towards the water’s surface. She knew she had two options here: to snap her wings out at the last minute and test his stopping power, or to pierce straight into the waters.

Ada dove, the ocean frigid and heavy after the thin air. Her momentum carried her deep, to where the water blocked much of the light. She opened her eyes, but only the outer lid. Her vision was blurry, but impervious to the salt water. Her wings again moved in a way she hadn’t felt before, helping her steer as she swam like a sea snake.

He pierced the water behind her, going deeper still. Good, he’d tire himself out.

Ada swam, spotting the underside of an island up and ahead. He was lagging behind. She’d go take a moment to celebrate her victory. Maybe he’d even drown!

Human-Ada took a moment to raise her metaphorical eyebrows at dragon-Ada’s delight in this dragon killing himself in his pursuit.

She swam up to the beach, enjoying the warmer water of the shallows. She’d left him far behind in the darkness, and he’d probably pop up exhausted somewhere, and she’d be long gone.

Smugly, she started to lift out of the water.

She felt what was happening more than saw it, and by the time she realized, it was too late.

He surged up out of the water behind her, like a hidden alligator ambushing its prey, and wrapped claws and wings around her as he tackled her onto the wet sand of the beach.

He’d feigned exhaustion so that she would let down her guard, then as soon as she had, he had sprinted upon her.

Dragon-Ada’s assessment of the situation changed drastically in that mere instant. She had gone from aloof to, unsurprisingly, extremely aroused.

Part 7: Birds of a Feather, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 37: Dragon’s Fire

Ships turned to torches as the fires on their decks sent plumes of smoke into the sky. The battle still raged but it was turning in their favor.

Ada wheeled in the sky and dove for another pass, emerging from of a billow of smoke and giving no warning. Fire burst from her chest and poured between her teeth as she doused another deck and the people ran, jumping overboard and scurrying below like rats.

Her laughing roar cut the sky and set the other crews trembling. Even the Wanderlust’s crew turned a wary eye to the sky. One time she had gotten a teensy bit carried away and set their own ship on fire, and now they never let their guard down during battle.

To the enemy crews, Ada’s appearance was some miracle of luck, some blessing from an ocean god. A dragon, a feral beast of the skies, wreaking havoc on the foes of the great pirate lords. It appeared from nothing. It disappeared into nothing.

She was already legend.

Ada wracked another ship with flames, but as she flew away from their heat, she felt a different warmth start to grow beyond her control. Light as a ribbon, she twisted through the air, diving behind Pasco’s ship but not appearing again on the other side. That was because she’d tucked her wings and landed as gracefully as she could on the back of the ship, slipping through the open aft and into the captain’s quarters.

She tumbled more than landed and ended up on her back already pawing at herself. Being a dragon, she was a pivotal part of these battles, but being a dragon who was a pivotal part of battles really got her off.

Initially, Pasco had just opened the locket, his battle focus keeping Ada firmly from orgasming and returning to her human form. However, as her sexual urges built, so did her violent ones, and she found it difficult to tell friend from foe, and that was in fact the one time she’d lit the Wanderlust on fire.

Pasco had been terrified that he may have to choose between the lives of his crew and Ada, if he were forced to snap the locket shut while she was over one of the ships or too high above the waves. Such a fall could kill her. Mercifully, it had not been long before she had swept low over the water.

Pasco had closed the locket, she had screamed her pleasure and fallen into the water, and he had jumped in himself to swim to her and keep her from drowning. She was a passable swimmer, now, but the sea was violent and could easily swallow even the strongest.

Since then, they had worked together to devise a way that Ada could still participate in the battles, but without the risk of a lust-mad dragon destroying everything in sight.

The answer had been a harem.

As Ada flopped to her side in the captains quarters, which had no furniture or fabric to speak of, a dozen sets of hands descended upon her. Anybody on the ship with sailing skills was needed during such a fight, so these were courtesans, the best in all the land, and handsomely paid.

Like the priestesses of old, the men and women worshipped her with ecstatic orgies.

And she blessed them, each in turn, with the ministrations of her dragon mouth and tongue.

This round’s beneficiary was a plump, curly-haired woman, and Ada set to tongue-fucking her immediately. Her cries of pleasure worked Ada up into even more of a froth, her drool flowing out around the woman’s hips and Ada’s own arousal leaking down her hind legs.

Ada had learned to not fight the arousal it when she was out in the sky. It was best to just let it happen, to come here, frantic, clawing, so that the intensity never fell and she was back in the sky as soon as possible.

As soon as possible is definitely how soon she wanted to come as the rest of the courtesans set to rubbing her scales, having learned all the best, most wonderful, most tortuous spots.

It didn’t take long.

Ada climaxed before her beneficiary did, but the curly-haired woman’s turn was not up. As usual, Ada’s head stayed about where it had been, and so she hardly had to move to bury her tongue between the woman’s labia again, eagerly licking her own drool out of the other woman’s sex.

The courtesans and Ada had learned that in such a situation, Ada wanted to be fucked with the thickest dick available, so the appropriate courtesan obliged. Ada moaned into the curly-haired woman as a thick shaft slid deliciously inside of her, stretching her out in the most wonderful way.

The rest of the courtesans set up around the trio, as they knew Ada liked, as they themselves also liked, and got their best orgy on. It was overstimulating. The orgasmic trembling of her beneficiary, the delicious stretch of that dick inside of her, the moans and gasps all around her, and within moments, the ropes of cum spraying this way and that.

Ada’s dragon body swelled over them, but they knew the drill, and scurried knowingly out of the way.

Ada shook herself down, fire in her bones. She lowered to her stomach and pushed with her hind legs against the back wall, like the ocean faring iguanas native to the nearby islands. She slid on her belly and the slick of her own cum and drool, dropped out over the edge and plummeted towards the water below before snapping her wings out and rising.

Again she descended on the enemy fleet, dousing them in fire. Her spreading legend had two opposite effects on the opponents that they met in battle. On the one hand, more and more fleets simply surrendered as soon as their first boat was alight. Some, even as soon as they saw Ada’s shadow on the sky. And still others surrendered as soon as they saw the Wanderlust’s distinctive blue sail.

On the other hand, the most fearsome pirates sailed their fleets quite intentionally towards Pasco’s waters, eager to try their hand against this legendary foe.

This was one such fleet and they were putting up a decent fight, having rigged their decks with barrels of seawater to put out most of the fires.

Ada could only breathe so much flame, and if Pasco’s fleet had relied on her tricks, they may have actually lost this battle.

But Pasco’s fleet had not grown lazy even with the addition of a dragon, and they remained a well-trained and tightly coordinated crew, still deserving of their prior reputation.

In fact, Ada was more distraction than trump card. If the enemy fleet didn’t fend her off, she could sink their ships, that was true. However, it would have taken her more time and effort than they realized.

They assumed that she was the greatest threat, and turned all their attentions towards fending her off. They chased her with ballistas and harpoon guns, tried to lay traps of raw meat and even live cattle. They filled buckets to fight the fires, and invested in metal shields and fixings that would resist the heat.

All of that distracted them from the true threat, which was cannons from Pasco’s ships punching through the hulls of the boats beneath the water. Once the hulls cracked, it was not long before the ships sank beneath the waves.

And Pasco’s crews, coordinated and dedicated as they were, were incredibly effective at leveraging Ada’s distractions.

Half of this current aggressor’s ships were sunk before their captain realized her mistake and starting barking orders to ignore the dragon and watch out for the cannons.

It was too late for that captain. The battle was effectively over.

With an enemy fleet like this, Pasco liked to sink all but the flag ship, then make sure that ship was nice and toothless, and then leave it to slink back to shore. The more survivors there were, the more tales they spun of the pirate prince and the black dragon, the fewer interlopers came and the more nations agreed to pay the pirate nation’s protection tax so that their own ships might go safely through the waters.

And so Pasco’s fleet swiftly crippled the rest of the ships, leaving only the largest, which was now completely out of both ballista bolts and cannonballs.

Ada came to rest on the mast of one of Pasco’s ships, her claws hooked over the crow’s nest. She spread her wings wide, like her silhouette on the sail, and breathed gouts of flame into the sky.

The golden light illuminated the rising white flag on the mast of the other ship, and Ada grinned to herself, her satisfaction and thrill turning to arousal. She loved forcing someone to surrender.

She realized then that she’d wrapped her hind legs around the mast and was grinding against it, dripping her clear, sticky fluid down its length. If the end weren’t so pointy, Ada would have sincerely considered fucking herself on the mast, even though Pasco would have complained. As it were, it didn’t look comfortable, so she leaped into the sky again and wheeled back around to the rear of the ship, climbing eagerly inside.

The battle won, there was no need to hurry.

This time, she could really savor it. She’d only pleasured half of the courtesans during this battle, so she turned her attentions to each of the rest in turn, her focus on their pleasure allowing hers to build and build and build without threatening climax.

She moaned and dripped, her slick fluid pooling on the floor and then dripping over the back of the boat.

After all of her courtesans were fully satisfied, she turned her prehensile tail towards herself and fucked herself with the tip, gasping and groaning with delight. She curled up her feet and rubbed with them too, building herself to a luxuriant, jubilant climax.

She bellowed as the pleasure ignited, a victory roar that shook every plank of the ship, and she let all of the pleasure and the exaltation pour out of her until she just a human again.

As she lay breathless on the wooden floor, she started to slide on the slick pool towards the open window. One of the courtesans tossed her a rope that was anchored on the inside wall of the quarters for that exact reason.

Ada looped it on her wrist and then floated happily on the ocean of her bliss.

The courtesans splashed buckets of warm seawater over the floor and her, washing the rest of the slick down the back of the ship before closing the windows and politely withdrawing.

Ada did not quite fall asleep, however. She was too excited to celebrate the victory with Pasco, who would only be just starting to let himself relax. She dressed and ventured out, finding him on the deck. He was calling out orders to the two pirates on either side of the deck, who were waving signal flags at the rest of the ships in the fleet.

Ada waited impatiently for him to finish, then as he turned and saw her, she ran up to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and kissing him deeply.

He stumbled back into the mast, leaning against it.

That allowed Ada to shift, grinding against him, putting no effort into hiding her intentions from his crew.

He moaned, his shaft twitching against her, his fingertips digging into her ass, and she knew that he’d be getting lightheaded and dizzy with lust.

Finally she broke her kiss and stepped down. Not wanting Pasco to have any chance at rational thought, she pressed her hand against his growing bulge and massaged him through his pants.

She turned to the rest of his crew. Teoda, Forte, Missa, and Sendia were closest, as per usual.

Ada said, “Your captain is very clever, isn’t he?”

Missa grinned giddily, knowing where this was going, and nodded emphatically. The rest of the crew joined in with knowing grins, twitching shafts, and flushing cheeks.

“I think he’s very deserving,” she crooned. “How would you all like to help me thank our brilliant captain?”

“Aye aye!” the crew cheered.

“A-Ada,” Pasco managed to stammer, “W-what are you— ohhhhh…”

She rubbed him again to hush his protests. Ada had pitched such a scenario a few battles back. Pasco had decided that he was happy to let her try it and that he was also happy to put up a bit of resistance. He would, if anything became too much, say ‘red’.

Ada unfastened his belt and pulled down his trousers, letting his shaft rise to full mast. She enveloped him in her mouth and moaned greedily.

Pasco sighed back into the mast and Ada’s ministrations. Ada started up a steady rhythm with her mouth, drawing moans from Pasco.

Missa approached and gently took one of Pasco’s hands, using it to massage her bare breast as she started to masturbate with the other hand.

Forte towered over them, nearly straddling Ada, and then leaned down to kiss Pasco full on the mouth. Pasco moaned and melted into it, even as Teoda came and bent his fingers up into her sex, fucking herself on them.

Sendia could not do much but watch them, face flushed red, erection twitching. “Oh-oh m-my,” she stammered, as the sight made her so very, very sensitive as she touched herself.

The rest of the crew wasted no time in devolving into jubilant orgy, the courtesans emerging onto the deck and joining in.

Ada loved forcing someone to surrender, and forcing Pasco to surrender to the pleasure of his orgasm was her absolute favorite.

As she worked Pasco to the quivering edge and then over it, she drank deep the sounds of his arousal and the taste of his seed.

And as he finished, collapsing happily onto the deck, she curled in his arms, utterly satisfied.

Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 36: For Adventure

A lover might be made anxious by a night that passed without making love. But a partner knew that the love was made at all times, during the passion and in between it, during the loud and during the quiet.

They lay together by the ocean for all the night.

In the morning, greater heat sparked where their flesh touched.

As they had by the brook, she enveloped him with passionate certainty.

It was again the wanting and having all at once.

Neither of them orgasmed, but it was not quite right to say that they did not climax. What could or couldn’t be called a climax when you soared on broad wings through mountain peaks? When every breathing moment together was a new delight?

They let their passions blossom and held them there, blooms to offer to each other, as they took each others’ hands and raced giddy over the shore and past the village and up the path to their waterfall.

In the crystal waters of the pool, Ada blessed the island with her body and soul. She blessed the island so hard.

And so it went, the next day and the next. Ada enthusiastically applied her daily dose (or doses) of dragon cum to the pool, letting the rumbling of the waterfall carry her into peaceful, powerful orgasm. Sometimes, they used the locket. Sometimes, they didn’t. She wrapped around him. He tied her up. She filled him with her tongue. He partook of her fruit. She drooled around a ball gag.

For two moons, they basked together in the island paradise.

Though, the very thing that made the island so idyllic was the same reason why they could not stay there forever. It was valuable land, filled by the pirates with riches, and it would not stay so peaceful if they could not retain their authoritative grasp on the surrounding territory.

It felt like a whole lifetime had passed and yet no time at all when it was finally time to return to sea.

Pasco had offered for Ada to stay on the island, but she wouldn’t have it. There was no way she was missing out on pirate adventure.

Pasco had expected as much, and in the two moons, he and his crew had made some important modifications to the Wanderlust.

The primary change was that the windows of the aft side of the captains’ quarters had been set onto doors with hinges so that they could be swung wide open, from ceiling to floor. This meant that Ada could take off and land from the room even as a dragon. And also, that the floor of the room could simply be cleaned by buckets of ocean water.

The second change, nearly as brilliant, showed itself when the crew unfurled the mainsail. Stitched across it, life-sized, was the black silhouette of a dragon.

With a firm wind and a swell of anticipation at their back, they set sail for adventure.

Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 35: A Quiet Thought

With the erotic properties of the fruit confirmed, the six friends debated what exactly should be done about it.

The remaining fruit would be taken to the King and Queen, for starters, so that they could evaluate its properties for themselves. Ada still felt a bit bashful to speak so openly about her lovers’ parents own erotic activities, but only a bit. To the pirates and in truth, these were just matters of fact.

A careful observation of the brook and its surrounding foliage commenced.

Over the following days they were able to gather ample evidence that Ada’s hypothesis had been correct — and that the children had not failed in their harvesting duties. The fruit appeared and ripened supernaturally quickly, green and hard one day, red and plump the next.

And, in fact, such magic from a dragon was not unheard of. According to the elders, a friendly dragon brought not only protection but also prosperity and fertility. Ada had only ever heard tales of fire and destruction, but she was now unsurprised by her homeland’s tendency to vilify anything that they could not control.

The aphrodisiac properties worked on every willing volunteer except Ada herself. The fruit hardly worked at all on anyone reluctant who was cajoled into a nibble or two by mischievous friends or lovers. The children who stole slices on dares felt no effects either.

That seemed very right, to Ada. She didn’t want any fruit of her body, literally or figuratively, to cause anyone to do anything that they did not truly want to do.

And to anyone who ate it, whether they experienced the aphrodisiac properties or not, the fruit was the most delicious that they had ever tasted.

The King and Queen held another riotous party to celebrate the blessing to the island. They, of course, served the very fruit that they were celebrating and so the revelry descended into orgy even more quickly than usual.

And though Ada was delighted to watch, on that particular night, she did not feel particularly inclined to participate. A quiet thought occurred to her and she withdrew to sit on their favorite rock and listen to the ocean.

It was nice to be alone for a time, with the rustle of the ocean and the glimmering blanket of stars.

She had hoped to not distract Pasco from his own enjoyment, but an hour or so later, she heard his footsteps in the sand behind her. He came and sat next to her on the rock and was also quiet.

She put her hand on his. It was warm.

He wrapped his arm around her.

She melted into him.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” he asked.

She searched for words for the quiet thought. “I think I… remembered something that I didn’t know before.”

“Hm.” He sounded thoughtful, but not skeptical.

“The fruit and… prosperity and fertility. It feels… amazing to bring that here. That… that my body is making that here. And thinking about that, that’s how I remembered. I don’t think I ever knew it before, but… but I think it has to do with…”

She wasn’t quite sure how to say it. She had always jokingly referred to it as ‘the curse’, but she knew in her very core that it was not a curse at all. And yet, calling it a ‘blessing’ was too trite. It was so much more than that.

But what she had remembered wasn’t because of what had happened to her, either blessing or curse. It was because of what she was. And then, Ada had the words. She turned to Pasco and cupped his face in her hand, finding his eyes which were now midnight blue. “I cannot have children because I am a dragon.”

Her moon blood had not come since the witch’s incantation. The reason that it felt like remembering was that even then, she had known without words. While she had lived in the castle, she had always been very careful about where exactly her male lovers put their seed. An affair, she could risk. A pregnancy that her parents would reject, she could not.

Yet, since she had first felt the thrill of flight, she had not once worried about such things. She might have thought it was carelessness, not minding where Pasco’s seed went. But just as her body had known how to fly as soon as she had spread her wings, her body had known of this thing at her first flush of arousal.

There was a strange irony to it. The witch’s wish had been for her to become a hideous beast, unloved and untended. Perhaps her intent had rung true, after all. To the small-minded misogynists of Ada’s homeland, there was no creature more hideous than a barren princess. All her ‘value’ as a princess lay in her marriage, and all the value of that marriage lay in her ability to bear heirs.

A princess that could not bear heirs could not be married, and a princess that could not be married was not a princess at all, just a parasite. It was the cold, cruel truth behind all her parents’ nagging.

It was the unspoken reason she had rebelled so vigorously against their insistences. They may have taken such a thing for granted but Ada, most certainly, had not.

“Hm,” Pasco said again. “Do you want to be able to have children?”

“No,” Ada said. “I want to be a dragon.” That was her certain, quiet thought. It was not the realization that she couldn’t have children that had brought her out to this pensive rock on the shore. It was the realization that she didn’t want to.

In Ada’s homeland, barrenness was a curse but not wanting to have children was a sin. The tiny, cruel part of her heart that had listened to her mother had set upon that thought and said all sorts of terrible things to Ada. Ada had stepped out to this quiet place to let that part of her heart burn itself out and then dissolve like the lingering smoke of a snuffed candle into the heaving expanse of the ocean.

And so it had. It had long gone cold by the time Pasco had arrived. She was curious, though not anxious, for Pasco’s response.

“Well, then it sounds like everything is alright,” he said.

It almost was. There was something else she needed to know. “Do you want to have children?”

“It’s your body,” he said without hesitation.

“Yes, but it’s our life.”

His hand found her cheek too, and they spent a long moment that way.

She knew that he was searching, quietly sifting an honest answer from the golden sands of his heart. Whatever that answer was, she would cherish it.

Finally, he drew his breath to speak. “I would have a hundred children or none to be by your side for as long as you’ll have me. I never dreamed much of things this way or that, until I met you. And since then, I have dreamed much, and always of whichever way that you are.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into him, pressing her forehead against his. With their hand’s against each other’s cheeks like this, in mirror, she remembered the slipknot. “It’s alright if your feelings change,” she whispered.

“I promise I will tell you if they ever do,” he whispered back.

She folded into him and they leaned back against the rock, which was still warm from the afternoon sun and which smelled ever so faintly of sweat.

As his warmth enveloped her, a surge of emotion stirred in her heart like a chick cracking open its egg.

Through a knot in her throat, she said, “I’m going to cry now and it’s a lovely, happy cry, alright?”

“Alright,” he nodded, and his own eyes were already misting.

She clutched him closely to herself and let the emotion break forth, let it shake her body and pour water from her eyes. As when she pulled against his ropes, she now trembled against his stillness as was comforted by the way that he held firm.

And just like with the ropes, she knew that there would be a time when they traded places, and he would tremble against her stillness.

And that singular, beautiful knowing drew her gently into peace.

Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 34: The Wager

They splashed each other in the brook with no shortage of mischief, until they were soaked through and clean again.

From the brook itself, they could see that it was true that the vegetation had become more lush. Despite the children usually being quite thorough, there was overlooked fruit everywhere they looked. Not just berries, but also bananas and mangos and pineapples.

Ada started to collect what she saw, with half a mind to scold the children and half a mind grateful that there would be so much to take to lunch.

The remaining berries and seeds were still carefully tucked in her pouch, and she’d have to study them later.

“You really did come a lot,” Ada said, reaching up to grab a mango that was just out of reach. “Like, twice as much as normal.”

Pasco came up behind her and scooped her up with a hand on either side of her torso, boosting her the last hand’s length so that she could grab the fruit. He set her down and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“It certainly felt like it.” Pasco sighed.

“Do you really think it was the berries?” Ada still couldn’t quite believe it. But, the alternative was that it was some new magic of hers, which didn’t seem very plausible either.

“What else could it have been?”

“I ate a decent amount, I just figured that if something had that kind of effect on you, it might have twice as much an effect on me.” Ada was both smaller and significantly more arousable by nature.

“Hm. We’ll have to see if we can find that same bush again.”

They walked a few more minutes down the brook, and before long their arms were full of fruit.

Ada was growing more curious. As she bent at the brook’s edge to pluck another bunch of berries from a shrub, she noticed something peculiar. The soil itself had a viscous sheen to it, a bit like when mint seeds were soaked and a clear jelly formed around them.

She dipped her fingers into the dirt, which was indeed slick and slippery, then sniffed her fingers.

It smelled like her. Specifically, it smelled like dragon cum.

Ada’s mind whirled through memories of her horticulture books, assembling a potential hypothesis.

She splashed over to Pasco, who was on the other side of the book, and thrust her fingers up at him. “What does this smell like?”

He was a good sport, so he sniffed. Then, tilted his head. “Dragon sex.”

“Exactly. I think that… well, I have a hypothesis that… I think all my dragon cum that’s been washing down the brook has been acting as a fertilizer and turning the fruit, well…”

“Sexy?” Pasco finished.

“Yeah! Maybe. Or maybe you just got horny all of a sudden and it’s totally unrelated.”

“I dunno… that sounds like a you thing.”

Ada pitched a mango at his head.

He caught it easily in his hand.

She nearly swooned.

He added the mango to his growing armful of fruit and a clever look came over his face. “Y’know… we are on our way to lunch with the crew…”

“We should tell them?”

“Well, that will ruin the experiment, won’t it?”

“True…” Ada couldn’t help but return his mischievous grin. “And it’s probably just you being horny, so I doubt anything’s even going to happen.”

“Oh yeah, you want to bet?”

“I do want to bet!”

Pasco laughed, full of warmth and mirth. “Alright then. How’s this for a wager. If someone orgasms at lunch, you cook all the meals tomorrow. If nobody does, then I cook tomorrow.”

“Deal!”

The crew’s favorite lunch spot was a large, round rock out on the beach. It was smooth and became warm in the morning sun, and they’d sit out on the rock with their bowls of rice and stew and enjoy the sunshine and the sea breeze.

Ada and Pasco walked up with their arms full of fruit. Forte was lounging, Sendia was sitting in Missa’s lap, and Teoda was doing pushups in the sand nearby, her breasts bouncing beneath her with every stroke.

“Took you long enough!” Forte bellowed.

Pasco tossed him a bunch of bananas, which he deftly caught. “You’re welcome for bringing more food,” Pasco teased.

“Alright alright, I can’t complain.” Forte peeled open one of the bananas, which was about the length of Ada’s hand, and swallowed it in one bite.

Ada was mesmerized and instantly distracted. Did Forte like going down on men? He was so large in every dimension that Ada imagined that he could easily take nearly any shaft down to its base. She was a bit jealous and a bit aroused.

Was the fruit getting to her, too?

No, she was sure. She was just being herself.

Or, trying to be. It was very difficult to act normally and to not spoil the surprise as she and Pasco piled the fruit on the center of the rock.

One of Ada’s books had included a passage on aphrodisiacs. Oysters and cocoa were some of the ingredients that she was familiar with that were purported to have such properties. The author was of the opinion, after careful study of the behavior of travelers in a port town where many cultures mingled, that it was the expectation of aphrodisiac effect that was the most powerful aphrodisiac. They had explained that the idea of something being about to spontaneously arouse you was, itself, arousing.

The author had proved their point by selecting an arbitrary vegetable, spreading rumors about its powers to incite desire and lust, and then recording quote after quote from customers lauding the vegetable’s powerful effects.

However, she and Pasco hadn’t expected anything at all. And the effect had seemed to come over Pasco quite suddenly and intensely.

Those particular berries were still in her pocket. Perhaps it was only those?

Ada was jostled from her musings by Pasco’s elbow gently in her ribs.

“Holy shit Ada,” Teoda said around a mouthful of fruit, “This is the best fucking mango I’ve ever had, where was the tree?”

“Nuh uh,” Sendia said, “You have to try these berries!” The reddish juices were dripping down her chin.

Missa tsked at Sendia’s mess, wiping the little woman’s face off with her fingers, then licking them clean. Missa set an empty branch down next to Sendia, having already cleared it of its berries, and reached past Teoda to grab a pineapple.

Forte just nodded at them, grunted “Good harvest this year,” and popped the last banana of the bunch down his throat.

Ada and Pasco couldn’t help but look at each other with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Neither of them had expected there to really be anything special about the fruit, it truly was more likely that some wave of arousal had just come upon Pasco.

And yet, the reactions of the four other pirates confirmed that the fruits really did taste especially incredible, which had been the first special effect that Ada and Pasco had noticed.

And their anticipation grew as they realized that even though they were openly staring at their friends, eyebrows raised in quizzical looks, none of the other pirates noticed. They were all single-mindedly focused on devouring the delicious fruits.

Their moans of pleasure, a reaction common to both great food and great sex, deepened.

Sendia, perhaps because she had the least body weight of the four, cracked first.

“Mmmm… Oh. Oh! Oh…” She looked surprised and delighted and a little embarrassed all at once.

Though, as Sendia would blushingly admit whenever given the chance, she loved to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Her face flushed redder and redder. Her breathing quickened until she was panting.

“Sendia!” Missa tore her attention away from her mango and put a hand to Sendia’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Sendia gulped in a breath and held it with almost comical drama.

“You’re not choking, are you?”

But Ada and Pasco knew to look not to Sendia’s face, but to the crotch of her trousers, where her erection was steadily lengthening down the leg.

“I-I-I h-have to g-go!” Sendia tried to stand.

Missa’s gripped Sendia’s shoulder and she sat the little woman back down. “You are not going anywhere until you tell me what’s the matter, alright? I can’t have you…” Missa trailed off, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I can’t… huh.” She looked down curiously at the pineapple. “Does anyone else feel a bit…”

Teoda and Missa were about the same size, though Teoda was muscular where Missa was plump. So, Ada glanced quickly over to gauge Teoda’s reaction.

A glazed look washed over Teoda, too. “Fuck, that mango was really good…”

Forte looked down at the three women who each wore rosy expressions and glanced wordlessly at each other. “Hmmm…”

He crossed his thick arms, then looked over at Pasco and Ada, confirming that they were unaffected. He leaned closer to Pasco and lowered his voice. “Captain, I think there might be something wrong with the wo— whoah. The wom— oh. Hm.” He wobbled and doubled over much like Pasco had.

“I can’t!” Sendia squeaked suddenly. “I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She kept chanting until she had fumbled her belt undone and slipped down her trousers, revealing a bouncing erection. As her hands wrapped around her shaft, she let out the most luxurious sigh of utter relief that Ada had ever heard.

And that was saying something — luxurious sighs of utter relief were kind of Pasco’s thing.

All eyes — except for Sendia’s, which were rolling back in bliss — were on Pasco and Ada.

Ada squeaked. “I think the fruit is magic but I swear we thought it wasn’t!”

Missa groaned, her hand now down the front of her own trousers. “L-like sex magic?”

Teoda had pressed her legs together and then melted over the edge of the rock, her ass waving in the air.

Forte saw it and was a man transfixed. The force of his own erection was actually splitting the front seam of his trousers. His massive shoulders heaved with the panting of his breath.

Teoda wiggled her trousers off and buried her fingers in herself, and Ada leaned over to see wetness running down her leg.

“F-Forte,” Teoda gasped, dragging her eyes up to him, “F-fuck me right now!”

Forte was already on his feet. Not even bothering with his belt, he put his hands to his trousers and fully split the front seam, his shaft bursting forth and throbbing to its full length just as he thrust himself deep into Teoda.

She screamed with ecstasy.

Ada’s hand was pressed over her open mouth, and though she felt anxious, she didn’t feel guilty. They were all obviously enjoying it.

Missa had wiggled her own pants down to her knees and was sitting on her heels, cupping a breast in one hand and her sex in the other.

Ada finally remembered that Missa had asked her a question. “Y-yes! Like, um, sex magic. I think… the fruit is an aphrodisiac.”

“Oh,” Forte growled, somehow having found words again, “You think?” He pounded into Teoda with a wet slapping sound.

She slid back and forth along the rock, her face melted with pure bliss. “F-Forte I’m coming!” Her voice became a scream and then stayed caught in one long note of pleasure that rose and fell with each of her many, many orgasms.

Sendia’s eyes had been on Teoda but she found Missa then, her flat chest heaving. “M-Missa, I-I—”

With urgency, Missa shifted on the rock so that she was directly in front of Sendia, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. “Y-yes, Sendia, come on me!”

Sendia screamed, her whole body tensing, and she came so hard that her first few spurts painted Missa’s breasts. The rest spilled out over her slender hands, dripping to the rock below in a growing puddle of milky white.

“Oh Sendia!” Missa tilted her head back and she too came, squirting her own fem-cum onto the rock. It mingled with Sendia’s puddle and something about that must have touched a sensitive nerve deep within Missa because she rocked right into a second orgasm, and then a third, until her own fluids washed Sendia’s away.

Forte’s feral growl was the only warning of his impending climax, which arrived with such force and volume that his seed flowed back out around his shaft and onto the sand below.

Ada expected that all would become still, then. She said, “Guess I’m cooking tomorrow after all.”

But, though the dampness in the sand between Forte’s feet grew larger and larger, he never entirely stopped thrusting. He remained firm and increased his pace again as the sensitivity faded, fucking Teoda even harder.

Teoda was thrilled with this turn of events, screaming her way through another cluster of orgasms.

Missa descended greedily on Sendia’s dripping hands and shaft, licking them clean. She then dropped to her belly in the puddle she’d made and pushed Sendia back against the rock, sucking her towards another orgasm.

One of Missa’s hands remained buried in her own sex, which still flowed wetness onto the rock.

Ada and Pasco looked on in awe, each intensely aroused but too curious to do anything about it but watch the other pirates fuck.

After another few minutes, Sendia started hyperventilating again. Missa sucked another orgasm from her, gulping down the prodigious volume even as she quivered through her own climax.

Forte seemed to have some greater warning of his next peak and he said, “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full!” And then he did, his seed spurting back around his shaft again.

Teoda seemed already floating in the afterglow, even with Forte still pounding into her, and her eyes glistened happily as she drooled on the rock.

Then, finally, they stilled.

Forte half-rolled half-fell back into the sand. He lay spread eagle, his grin towards the sun, his shaft still twitching and a few further beads of clear fluid leaking from his tip.

Missa lay on her stomach, her cheek on a pillow of her arms. Sendia had collapsed on top of her, her whole body on the pillow of Missa.

Ada, lacking such release, felt her heart still pounding vigorously.

Teoda stirred, pulling further onto the rock and turning over on her back. The muscular woman sighed, the movement dislodging a thick rivulet of Forte’s seed from her vulva, which ran warmly down her leg and into the sand. “S-seriously though,” she said, tilting her head back so that she could look at Ada upside-down. “Where did you find those mangos?”

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Chapter 1: Unboxing

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Chapter 41: The Golden Goose

Chapter 40: Stuck

Chapter 39: Fulfilled

Chapter 38: Pleasure Flight

Chapter 36: For Adventure

Chapter 35: A Quiet Thought