Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 12: Six Hands High

Ada spent most of the next day talking to her new friends as they rode towards the shore. Missa and Sendia now openly fondled each other atop their horse. The group bounced question after question to each other, about lovers and life, about hobbies and habits, about preferences and predilections.

Ada found that she could talk openly about herself in every way. Not just sex, but worries. Hangups. Aspirations. These were all met with open warmth, for the first time.

Screw fairy godmothers coming to the rescue, Ada thought. I’ll take a mystical topless sex-positive sea kingdom, thank you very much.

That night, Ada sourced wood for the fire, roaming around the wood and gathering kindling, then helping to haul and chop up a dead log. It felt good to use her body, and even better to know that nobody was judging her. Or, well, at least not negatively. She caught Pasco’s appreciative gaze on her more than once. 

Once everything was prepared, Ada sat next to the fire, pleased to watch the flickering light of the fruits of her labor.

Missa came down next to her. “I saw you working hard. Arms and back must be awful sore. Want a back rub?”

Missa exuded feminine warmth. She was the curviest of the three women, with thick thighs and a cute tummy. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears, her skin a deep tan. Her tattoos were twirling and delicate, like filigree, in rings all the way up her soft arms.

Yes,” Ada said. She melted into the woman’s touch. The others finished up and came to gather around the fire.

“Do you want… more than a back rub?” Missa asked. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

Ada considered this. Pasco sat across from her. “How does this work?” Ada asked him. She was quite enamored with him, and though she hardly felt like she needed his permission to do what she wanted, she did respect his feelings.

“Well,” he said, “I want you to be happy. I’m secure. You do what feels good… as long as you don’t mind me watching.”

That kindled her arousal something fierce, and made her glad that she’d asked. Knowing that he’d also take pleasure in what followed made it even better.

“Yes, Missa, I would indeed like more than a back rub.”

Missa cooed happily. “I want to see if I can make you a dragon, is that alright?” She started massaging Ada’s breasts, gently at first.

Little sparks of electric energy radiated from Ada’s nipples, which were becoming firm at Missa’s touch. “Yes, that is very… very alright…”

Missa moved one hand to Ada’s waist, then her stomach, then her inner thigh. Ada shivered and pressed back into Missa’s warm, soft breasts.

Missa’s hand slipped into Ada’s trousers, finding her labia with an intimate familiarity. Missa started a rhythm of stroking with her fingers. It was probably what Missa herself liked and it was different than Ada’s preferred style, but Ada liked the change, liked the novelty. She suspected it would be… very effective.

After some minutes, she peeked over at Pasco. She could see him throbbing through the thin fabric of his trousers. Touch yourself, she thought. She would have told him to, but she wanted him to do it because he couldn’t bear to not, more so than because she told him to.

Missa’s ministrations brought Ada back into her own body for a few more minutes. Missa’s hand was soaking wet from Ada and Ada arched back and ran her hands through Missa’s hair to draw out breathy gasps from the pirate woman.

Ada looked at Pasco again. Not just a glance this time. She locked eyes with him. She grinned and ran her tongue over the teeth of her open mouth. She imagined her dragon’s mouth around him, and she swore she saw the same image light up in his eyes.

He grinned begrudgingly. He withdrew himself from his trousers and started to stroke himself.

Missa slipped a finger inside to curl around to Ada’s spot.

 Ada was plenty warm and the sensation was intense and welcome. “Oh fuck…” Ada said. Pasco stroking himself, Missa’s pinch at her nipple, the pressure on her spot, fingers moving through her folds, “Fuck, I’m gonnaaaaaaa!~”

The transformation always felt like she was gasping in, in, in, pulling all of the heat and warmth and pleasure in the world into herself.

Ada barely managed to avoid snuffing the fire as she stumbled to her feet at the edge of camp. She towered over them, though Forte was nearly as tall as her shoulders. Her head was the size of Pasco’s torso. The pirates looked up at her with awe.

That sent a thrill through her. She purred and shook her head, iridescence flickering down her black scales. She spread her bat-like wings to show their shimmering translucent membranes as she settled to lounge at the edge of camp.

“You can touch,” she said to them. “If I say ‘red’, it means ‘stop for real’ and ‘back up because I might crush you’.”

Pasco chortled at that and came to stroke her face again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, “and strong.”

“Careful,” she said, “the human might get jealous.” That was, perhaps, one of the sadder parts of being able to turn into a dragon. At times, she could feel terribly inadequate standing on just two feet.

Pasco shook his head. “All of you, all the time. Beautiful and strong.”

Ada felt a deep warmth, which was neither particular sexual, nor particularly non-sexual, that she didn’t quite know how to describe. It wasn’t the literal fire that she could breathe, either. It was like a warm hug inside of her. She’d never felt seen, like this, before. And it hadn’t even been a week. How might she feel, how might he know her, after moons or even years? Or might they burn fast and come to fade all too soon?

Missa had the most overt delight and was the first to come and touch. She petted Ada’s scales, then stroked the soft membranes of her wings.

“Ooh that— tickles but— feels really good.” 

Missa started to rub and massage what was the palm of Ada’s wing, the place where all the spokes came together, and that set Ada to quivering. Ada had never thought that might be an erotic area for a dragon, but she was learning all sorts of things from these eager pirates.

Pasco ran a hand down her neck and started towards her belly, and Sendia came up in front of her. The woman’s face was angular and cute, her body lithe and slender. She had no breasts and her body was straight and athletic, her blondish hair pulled up in a messy bun atop her head. Sendia petted the dragon with glee. 

Ada nosed the bulge in her trousers. “I like to suck on something. May I?”

Sendia cupped Ada’s snout in her hands. “Yeah, I’d like that!” She undid her trousers and Ada greedily lapped at her growing shaft. Ada liked the idea of being fucked by someone so cute, just a bouncy, peppy little fuck, and she sunk into that thought as Pasco, Forte, and Teoda evaluated her draconic vulva.

Pasco was sharing what he’d learned so far, offering advice to the other two. Ada couldn’t make out much of what they were saying over the sound of her own slurping and Sendia’s squeaks.

Then it started. Six hands on her. No, eight! Missa had joined in too. The hands were between her labia. All around. Searching, stroking. The moaning started deep within her and made her body tremble.

“That feels so good,” were the last cohesive words she could form.

She had to hold still. This was a delicate thing, one wrong squirm and this could end badly. She groaned and dug her talons into the ground, withdrew from Sendia and snaked her head towards closest tree, biting it hard.

Missa broke away from the rest and came up to Ada’s head. She took Sendia’s hand and lead the other woman up to a rock that was right in the middle of Ada’s view. Missa settled back on the rock and pulled Sendia into her lap. One of Missa’s hands found Sendia’s shaft and the other her balls and ass, and Sendia melted back into Missa just as Ada had.

 Ada moaned into the tree trunk in her mouth, making the leaves atop it tremble and sending down a shower of seeds.

It was clear from Missa’s face that she got nearly as much pleasure out of this arrangement as Sendia did.

“Missa,” Sendia said, “Your hands are still s-so slippery f-from princess Ada…”

Missa growled devilishly, a surprisingly aggressive sound from the soft woman. “Ada, how would you like it if I made Sendia come all over your face, all with the slick from your own sex?”

A convulsion of pleasure rippled down Ada’s spine. She would like that very much. All she could do to reply was moan as her eyes rolled back.

Missa accurately interpreted this as a ‘Yes, please’ and diligently set to making Sendia come her little heart out.

Sendia’s moans raised and quickened. The other three pirates at Ada’s vulva found an effective rhythm. Ada’s whole body shook. It felt so good but it wasn’t… it wasn’t going to make her climax. She needed just another little push.

“Missa!” Sendia gasped, “You feel so good up there!” Missa had two fingers in Sendia’s ass. “You know if you do that, you’re gonna make me, you’ll make me—”

Sendia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she was the picture of bliss as she burst, her balls convulsing, sending a spray of warm cum over the tip of Ada’s snout.

That was exactly what Ada needed.

Ada tipped over the edge, clawing at the ground and spasming her own load of slick, clear fem-cum all over Pasco, Forte, and Teoda and the ground at her feet.

She ended up in the middle of that puddle, now dwarfed by it, when her breath finally stopped heaving.

But Ada wasn’t done. Head thick with the heady scent of herself, she playfully pounced onto Teoda and brought the woman down into the puddle. Teoda laughed and they wrestled lightly in the puddle, sliding past each other and brushing sensitive places, nipples and inner thighs. Teoda’s reddish-brown hair was cropped short, and she was more muscular than Missa, though still feminine.

Ada eventually ended up on top of the other woman. “What’s your thing?” Ada said. “What do you like?”

Teoda grinned. She looked at Forte. “Thick dicks.” He’d stripped off his slick-soaked trousers to show the endowment that was the subject of Teoda’s affection. Forte was taller and broader than Pasco and a bit lighter, his hair a warm auburn.

“Can I suck on your nipples while he fucks you?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Teoda said.

“Can he fuck me too a little bit?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Forte said.

Ada started eagerly sucking at Teoda’s tits while Forte lined up. Teoda lay on her back, with her hips up on Forte’s knees, and with all the slick around, Forte quickly figured out that he could pull Teoda up the ramp of his knees and onto his dick, fucking her over himself.

Ada bent over Teoda, sucking at a tit as Teoda slid by, back and forth, which had the effect of tugging her nipple up and down.

“Ooh, that’s a little much—” Teoda said. Ada moved with her more, lessening the tugging. “Ooh yeah… tight there…”

It had barely been a minute before Ada felt Pasco’s hands on her hips, sizing up her sex, which she was waving proud in the air.

“Pasco,” Ada said, “Don’t you dare stand there and not fuck me…”

And then he was inside of her.

And there was nothing else in the world.

He pulled her into a better position and off of Teoda and started fucking her in earnest.

“Hey!” Teoda complained, “Don’t steal my tit-sucker!”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Pasco said. Then, to Ada, “Fuck, you feel good.”

“So do youuuuu,” Ada cooed.

“Ah, too good,” Pasco said, and abruptly slowed. He took a few deep breaths and slid slowly in and out.

Ada shivered and purred.

“Where should I put my seed, love?” Pasco said.

Ada considered, then pulled away and turned around, kneeling in front of him. She took him up into her mouth and he moaned.

“I want a snack,” she said.

“It might be… more like a meal…” he panted. Ada sucked at him greedily, drawing him down into her throat and licking at him with her tongue, the down-scaled version of her earlier trick.

With her hands, she found his balls, his perineum, and teased out moans and gasps from them. Then, finally, she rubbed circles on his rim. He yelped.

“If you do that, you’ll make me— you’ll— fuck, fuck!

Again she squeezed him as she swallowed his cum, the suction teasing his tip and making him spurt harder. Finally he slowed, and she held him a moment before she gently released him and kissed the underside of his shaft.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him, grinning, licking a dribble of cum from her lip.

He dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. They watched Forte and Teoda. Teoda was already moaning and spasming.

“Is she orgasming?” Ada said.

“Yeah,” Pasco said, “She has a lot of small ones. Like, dozens. Pretty different from yours, I wager.”

“Heh, yeah.” Ada said. “I think I’d get stuck in some weird half-dragon state if that happened to me.”

Pasco chuckled. “That doesn’t sound so nice. What’s happening here is Forte gets her right to that place and tries to hold them there as long as he can, but…”

Suddenly, Forte started growling. He pounded one, two, three more thrusts, then came to a stop fully hilted in Teoda, quivers running through his hips as he came in her.

“…It’s not easy,” Pasco finished.

Teoda sighed blissily, hugging Forte as he collapsed on top of her, his dick still inside of her.

Missa and Sendia wandered over too, and the party sat in a misty, blissy haze in the puddle Ada had made.

Some minutes later, Pasco said, “We should all go take a bath, huh.”

Cleaning up proved to be just as fun as getting dirty.

Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 11: Two Things

Ada’s satisfaction was short-lived as she became aware of her own aching desire. She looked back and realized that her wetness had started flowing freely from her, past her scaly outer labia. Her inner labia were swollen with arousal, smooth and black and now visible as they pressed her scales apart, advertising that her dragon sex was open for business. She started to look around, with growing urgency, for an appropriate implement, like a fallen log or a boulder. She wasn’t above humping a tree, or —

There was a surge of pleasure around her sex, so intense that she nearly fell over. Pasco stood under her, stroking around her inner labia as he had her muzzle earlier. He dipped a hand up between them and it came back thick with the clear fluid, and he licked it off his hand like a bear eating honey.

Ada shuddered and flopped over onto her side, exposing her belly to him. He rubbed his hands down the scales of her outer labia, which were incredibly sensitive despite being firm and ridged. This inspired another gush of wetness. Ada settled into fuzzy bliss once again.

This time, she complemented his ministrations with pressure and rubbing from the tops of her back feet, her knuckles rubbing across those sensitive scales.

“What’s your safe word?” he asked.

She thought it not terribly necessary, when she was a dragon and could break him without so much as a second’s warning, but she appreciated it all the same.

“‘Red’ is good for me too,” she moaned. She wondered what he was planning that might need—

Oh. Oh. Oh.

His hands were inside her labia, pressing against her own inner walls. She’d never actually ventured such a thing, always finding it easy enough to come just from stimulating her outer labia or by licking herself. But oh, oh god, he was finding her dragon clit.

The sensation was so much more intense than the diffuse pleasure that her labia provided, immensely pleasurable and yet nearly intolerable. It inspired a different sort of urgency, an abrupt and consuming desperation, and she was soon hissing and writhing and snarling. It took all her focus to keep from kicking him, or lashing with her tail, or doing something else that might have so easily torn open his fragile body.

Ada then realized that the safe word was more for his benefit, whether he had known that or not when he asked. She really could break him in a moment and he might be hard-pressed to distinguish her sounds of pleasure from anger.

She could hardly tell the difference either. This was torture, really wonderful torture. His hands up inside of her. Her so sensitive, him invasive but welcomed, the sensation new and uncertain but she wanted more of it, she wanted it harder.

“That feels so good,” she said. “It’s driving me… crazy… I can’t…”

She looked down to see him elbow-deep inside of, working her clit and her labia, grinning wide.

She whimpered. “I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t take it, I need—” she tried to roll away but the motion brought the pressure of his hands against her edges and that sensation captured her.

She started to wiggle around him. “I need, I need to come.” She found an angle and started fucking herself against his arms, which was still an agonizingly light sensation, but as she clenched her sex, and with her back feet rubbing outside and around her, and at the sight of him buried in her, it was all just enough, just barely enough, to tip her over the edge.

“I need, I need, I— I’m going, I’m cuuuuaaaaaah!~”

Her own muscles contracted in pleasurable wave, squeezing Pasco’s arms and gushing fem-cum over them, the sensation of heat and lightness and pure pleasure washing over her and the world going bright with sparkling lights, like it did each time she transformed.

As the waves of pleasure finally faded, she found Pasco had fallen over her. Ada realized just how much larger he was than her when she was human. He quickly shifted to avoid crushing her, but she rolled towards him to stay tangled up together.

They lay together and Ada nuzzled up into him as their hearts and breathing slowed. She reached a hand up and smoothed his beard over his cheek, then ran her fingers gently through the coarse hair. He was still damp from burying himself in her folds, and she smiled.

He looked down at her with his morning fog eyes, his kind smile crinkling them shut like the warmth of dawn breaking out over the horizon.

“Hm,” Pasco said. His voice vibrated in his chest beneath her.

“Hm?” Ada said.

“Two things have just occurred to me,” Pasco said.


“One, I appear to have kidnapped you more than rescued you.”

“Oh,” Ada said. She hadn’t really thought of it that way. She would have left the tower months prior but… she just didn’t know where to go. “You couldn’t have taken me if I didn’t want to come.”

“Oh, did you want to come? Or did you want to come?”

“Yes,” Ada said breathily. He was as clever as he was handsome, and Ada would have sworn she had known him two years, not two days.

Pasco laughed. It was warm and perfect with her ear to his chest like that.

“I was lonely,” Ada said. “And you were all beautiful. And different. And your horses have scales. And you don’t have to wear shirts. And your culture is sexy.”

Pasco nodded. “All of those things are true. So I suppose that makes you neither our hostage nor our refugee, but our traveling companion.”

Ada’s head was finally starting to return to sane thought. “Well, when… when I was your refugee, did you intend to, um, well, usually those who venture to the tower are princes intending to, earn a marriage right, so is that… what… um…” Ada had been loathe to suffer any talk of marriage for years, and yet suddenly, she was very very interested. 

She had just sprung upon him the secret of the century and he had taken it totally in stride. Actually, he’d taken it totally in the ass. Gods, that had been amazing. Any man that loved it when she ate him out like that was a man that she wanted to keep very close for a very long time. And he was not lacking in ways to please her, either.

“I am a prince, that’s true,” Pasco said.

“You are?” Ada said. She had never seen a prince that seemed, well, this functional. They had all either been insufferably pompous or worryingly frail. Pasco was strong and firm and virile, and kind and clever and gentle. He was as close to Ada’s definition of ‘prince’ as she was to her parents’ definition of ‘princess’.

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he teased.

“I mean, I’m not, just, I thought I knew all of the kingdoms and I don’t know… yours, apparently.” Part of the reason that the western tower had been abandoned was because all of the powers in the West were now accounted for politically. Ada thought she knew of them all, especially from the history books in the tower, but perhaps she had missed one?

“You wouldn’t,” Pasco said.

“Well that seems presumptuous,” Ada said. She was very well read, after all!

“I come from the kingdom of pirates.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

“You think pirates can’t have organization?”

“No, I just didn’t think… that pirate royalty would come so far inland to fetch some random princess out of a tower.” Pirate royalty? It did make a kind of sense to Ada. She had read that pirates were often employed as privateers by this kingdom or that. Was it really so different if they made their own kingdom on the seas? Except for that their kingdom seemed very different than hers. For one, they were not so shy about breasts. Or sex.

“Not some random princess. A princess guarded by a dragon.” He put his fingertip to her nose.

She scrunched her face at him, sticking out her tongue, even though she loved it. How could they have known each other two days, and yet already feel so familiar? “You said you had dragons where you’re from? Something about that?” Her books had hinted at places that dragons might still be plentiful, but there had only been speculation.

“We do,” he said. “They’ve been nearly all driven from this continent, but there’s plenty on the seas. That’s not even mentioning the places we sail to, unmapped and wild. We’re used to dealing with dragons, but your folk, not so much. Once we’d heard how many of your knights had failed, we were concerned the dragon might not be content with its territory and might start to roam. That could be disastrous. We wanted to nip that in the bud, so to speak, and leverage that respect to get a few more kingdoms to… subscribe to our protection fees. When the dragon didn’t show at the tower, I’d hoped we’d see it on the trip.” He smiled. “I wasn’t disappointed.”

“So you only brought me along as bait?” Ada pouted.

“Not at all,” Pasco said. “We may do things differently on the sea, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know the marriage traditions in this place. It would be unkind to take your dragon and leave you in the tower, when you could live in comfort with us.”

Ada once again found herself very keen to understand Pasco’s intentions. “So you were sort of thinking… a marriage in name only or… something like that…”

Pasco laughed. “A first lesson about pirates — try asking your actual question and you’ll probably like the answer a lot more.”

Ada shifted so that she could see his face, him lying on his back and her lying on his chest. For all her hedging, she knew exactly what she wanted. Could she truly just be straightforward? There was only one way to find out. “Would you be my lover?”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yes, I would like that very much, my little dragon.”

She purred and folded into him. It was all happening so fast, but she had no interest in slowing it down. In that quiet moment, her mind flicked back to the start of the conversation. “What was the other thing?” she said. “You said ‘one’ like there was a ‘two’.”

“Ah,” he said, “Yes. Two. You destroy your clothes when you turn into a dragon, don’t you?”

Ada looked down at herself. She was completely naked. Pasco still had his trowsers around his ankles. 

“Ah,” she said, “Yes, yes I do.”

It was fully dark when they returned to camp, but nobody was asleep. Ada was wearing Pasco’s trousers, and Pasco was completely naked. “Nothing my crew haven’t seen before,” he had said, and that had raised Ada’s eyebrows.

She understood as soon as they came into view of the camp. Everyone was naked.

Forte was fucking Missa, who lay on the ground with Teoda straddling her face, and Sendia had her dick between Teoda’s breasts.

Forte noticed them approach. “Hey, captain!” he said. “Heard you two fuckin’ in th’ woods an’ figgered the ban was up.”

“That’s only fair,” Pasco said.

The four continued their revelry but each had a half eye turned towards Ada, as if a bit wary to see how she was going to react.

Ada’s heart was singing. It was like a full choir was inside of her chest, swelling louder and louder and louder. If she was dreaming, she didn’t care. She would fully commit. She would live this new life with every ounce of her being for as long as it lasted. 

“Fuck yes,” she said, “You all are the best.”

Ada and Pasco settled in to cuddle and watch the rest of the crew finish their orgy. And finish they did. Several times.

Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 10: Tongue Tied

Ada finally stilled, panting, and found her feet. She only barely fit in the clearing, her greenish black scales blending into the night. She was a head taller than Pasco at her shoulder and her long tail curled back towards her in the small clearing. Her bat-like wings were partially unfurled and she tucked them to her spine in a future effort to appear smaller and less threatening. 

Her dragon’s senses hummed with information in this new environment. The smell of peat, the dappled light, the rustling of crickets, and the sound of Pasco’s beating heart, not at all where she’d expected him. 

He was above her now, having raced up a tree. She turned towards him and as her head neared, he threw a dagger at her. It bounced harmlessly off of her forehead.

She laughed and it came out as a rasping chuffing.

“You look like a cat, scared up a tree,” she said. As the air passed over her tongue, she smelled him. The salt of sweat, the musk of arousal, the slightest spice of fear.

Pasco was frozen.

“It’s me, Ada,” she said.

“Fucking gods, Ada,” he said. “When you said you were going to show me something I did not expect you to turn into a dragon.” He did look genuinely shaken.

Ada did not have any defense for her lust-addled decision-making. “Yeah… sorry. How do you… feel about it?” He was talking back to her, so that was a very good start.

“Um,” he said. “Terrified?”

“Terrified-question-mark?” Ada said.


“Why the question mark?”

She started to see her grin reflected in his own.

“I don’t know, it could be something else,” he said. His voice was cheeky, now. Teasing.

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you describe your symptoms.” Ada felt like that was something that one of the field doctors from her books would have said.

“Elevated heart rate,” he said. “Sweaty palms. Tunnel vision. Single-minded focus. Panting.”

“Hm… I think I know of a cure for those symptoms.”

She brought her head closer to him. Her golden, cat-like eye was as big as his outspread hand. Her head, from snout to crown, was about the length of his torso though more slender. He reached out and stroked the tip of her snout. That felt wonderful. She let him run his hands over her muzzle, her cheeks and around her eyes, her armored forehead and the soft, delicate skin under her chin. 

This was a new learning about dragons, they loved to be petted.

Ada purred happily. “What would you say if a dragon said she wanted to have her way with you?”

This time, he was the one to whimper. Was this a thing for him? Was he about to love this as much as she was?

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the soft skin of his neck. “I’d say, to please do whatever the fuck you want with me.”

So pliant already, so eager to indulge in her whims. Had he been waiting these two days, also? She regretted not being more forward, and yet, the wait made the sensations all the more intense.

Ada growled with pleasure and plucked Pasco out of the tree — gently, no pokey bits. She put him on the ground in front of her and sized him up. Naked. Erect.

His heart beat so strongly that his shaft bounced with it and he leaned back on the soft peat behind him. She was mesmerized by the way his breath moved under his golden skin. His eyes of morning fog had turned to midnight, so dilated with arousal that they were all but black.

Her hungers welled and though she knew he would welcome them, as so many of her lovers had, she needed his promise that he would accept only what he truly wanted. “What’s your safe word?” she said. This was another thing she had read about, in one of the more… explicit books. She was ready to explain what it meant and she hoped that if he was familiar with the concept, this might mean that she could finally lavish the attention that she had always wanted to, without a power imbalance — royal, draconic, or otherwise — getting in the way. 

“‘Red’,” he said.

“Got it,” she said, and she knocked him further down into the cushion of leaf litter and pinned him under a cage of her talons. The smell of fallen leaves mingled with his sweaty musk.

Her claws were just long enough that the tips caught in the leaf litter instead of in his skin, the palm of her forefoot pressed against his chest. His heart fluttered against her, like when she held a rabbit in her hand.

He was already whimpering.

She was already drooling.

As excited as she was, she hesitated, feeling like it all might be too good to be true. “Is this alright?” she asked, her voice as soft as she could make it. “Do you like this?”

He gripped her hooklike claws in his hands and looked up at her with his grey eyes. “I love this.”

His honest enthusiasm sent her hurtling headlong into even greater arousal. 

She flicked out her long, forked tongue and tasted the night. Fully extended, it was as long as the length from the base of his neck to the base of his sex. 

Then, she tasted him. First, up his legs. Then, across his chest. Then under his face, the two forks of her tongue on either side of his neck. He gasped, moaning with pleasure as his expression melted to surrender.

Then his inner thigh, and she could taste the smell of his sex. Then, finally, long and slow up his shaft. He yelped in the happiest way.

She wrapped the length of her prehensile tongue around him and started stroking. Slowly, at first. He sank into contented moans. She gave him a few minutes of that, then caught his eye. She grinned and opened her mouth, tip of her tongue holding him in place, tip right at her scaly lips. Some of her fangs were as long as his shaft. She brought his very tip into her mouth.

Would he like that? Or was it ‘red’?

Pasco moaned from his very core, and Ada knew that he liked that. A lot.

His dick fit perfectly into the notch of her top jaw where smooth scales allowed her tongue to flick through. She slowly lowered her mouth around him. Safely at the soft, round sides of her teeth, he would feel the ridges of the roof of her mouth, the smooth pressure of her scaly lips, and the ripples of her tongue sliding under his whole length as she moved her tongue back and forth against him.

As a human, she would have strained to take most of him into her mouth. As a dragon, it was more like sucking on a finger, which was to say that she enveloped him completely in moist, undulating heat.

She progressively licked further and further down. Down to his base, then lightly over his balls, then harder and she licked under and around them, pressing over his perineum.

She pushed a little bit further, until she was almost touching his rim.

He cried with pleasure, a gasp of pure delight, and the sound both startled and inspired her.

She stopped for a moment. “Do you like that?” she said.

He nodded.

“Do you like that back there?” she said, with a devious grin. It was a stable hand that had shown her, years back, the kind of fond and pleasurable relationship that a man could have with his ass. She had loved the kind of pleasure that she could give him and she had fantasized about it often since then. She’d even dreamed up this exact scenario, this perfect application of her dragon’s tongue, some months prior.

Her mouth watered. Might he really want it? Might he really like it?

He peeked up to see her face and flopped back against the leaves, huffing. “Yes,” he said.

“Can I… Can I go in?” she said.

He nodded.

“Would you like that?” she said.

“Yes, I would l-like that very much.” His expression was pleading, desperate. Ada’s arousal flared again to a new level of heat.

“I like those sounds you make very much,” she said.

He then became, of all things, bashful.

She grinned, and wrapped herself around him again. His shyness dissolved into shameless, slutty moans as she licked his perineum and flicked over his rim.

Gently, she made her way in, bringing her forked tongue together into a narrow tip. She teased him at first, not stroking with her tongue, just holding him in the warmth of her mouth. He would feel the slight shifts in her tongue as she experimented with the angle of penetration.

He wiggled to push himself up onto her tongue, but his chest was still pinned by her claw. He pulled at her fingers, trying to pry them away, but there was precious little he could do. She paused a moment, part to tease him, part to give him a chance to decide if he liked being helpless.

There was no ‘red’.

She purred and the vibrations set him trembling. Inside of him, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his spot of especial pleasure. Slowly at first, and then faster, she worked her tongue in and out of her mouth. The ridged texture passed under his tip, around his shaft, over his balls and perineum, through his rim, to the internal wall of muscles and his prostate under it. Back and forth, back and forth, both pressure and texture.

Her tongue was wet with the drool that flowed freely from her mouth, so that she moved over him easily. Gradually, she pushed more and more of her tongue out over him, so that she stretched his rim further and enveloped his shaft more completely.

She milked both pre-cum and delicious moans from him as he quivered and panted.

“G-gods you f-feel so good inside of me…” His balls tensed under her tongue. “I’m so close!”

The muscles of his ass clenched around her tongue, the pre-orgasmic waves of tension, and she pressed his base a little bit harder into the roof of her mouth, her smooth upper lip acting as cock ring. The muscle contractions became more intense, but the pressure was enough to prevent his ejaculation.

He trembled underneath her, hands coming to grip her talons that were over his chest, and he looked up at her with those pleading, begging eyes once again. “P-please,” he said, “I’m so full!”

Ada wasn’t quite sure where her boldness came from. Could it be that she was a dragon? Could it be all her fantasies, all her dreaming of something like this, since far before she’d arrived at the tower? Could it simply be the way that even though it had only been two days, she felt like she’d already known him for a lifetime?

She felt so in-tune with his pleasure, so entwined with his lifeblood and heartbeat because of the way she heard him, smelled him, felt him. Her dragon’s senses were all fully applied toward anticipating and heightening his pleasure.

His spasms passed as she kept him held tight, and then she loosened the pressure and started stroking him with her tongue again. She brought him to the edge once more, then just as he was teetering, she stopped and held him tight with her lips again. She repeated this process a third time. Then a fourth. The contractions became more intense with each denial, and this time, they were not abating. Ada knew that as soon as she loosened, all that accumulated lust would come surging forth.

His every whimper, every moan, every shudder, every moment that passed that he didn’t say ‘red’, confirmed that he was loving what she was doing to him.

He became a sweaty, moaning, begging, pleading mess. “Please, pleaaaaaase, please let me come, it’s been days, I’m so full, I c-can’t, please just let me, please—”

She slowly started to release the pressure. He lost words as his panting quickened in pace with the release, the muscles of his ass spasming around her tongue harder, and harder, and harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck!”

As he climaxed she squeezed the cum out of him, her tongue wrapped fully around both his prostate and his balls and still stroking. He unloaded spasm after spasm into her eager mouth. Her swallowing created a gentle suction that pulled more out of him.

His breathing slowed and he started shaking uncontrollably. Ada unfolded her mouth from around him and slowly, gently removed her tongue from his ass.

She grinned as he slumped into a blissy, panting puddle.

Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 9: Laid Bare

It had been two more days and nights of travel, which had carried them from the plains to a more densely forested area, on their way West and to the sea.

Ada couldn’t stand it any longer. She had been on the edge of climax for what must have been hours. It was getting dangerous.

A forest meant some small hope of privacy.

As the others set up camp, Ada waited for a moment where they were all looking elsewhere and then slipped away into the woods. She’d barely gotten out of earshot when she slumped against a tree and started rubbing herself over her skirt. She was already sopping wet, she had been sopping wet, for days.

The sensation rippled through her incredibly sensitive sex. Relief.

There was a footstep and a voice behind her. “I understand that it’s unfair,” Pasco said. 

Ada yelped and spun, yanking her hand back just as Pasco came from around a tree trunk. He hadn’t seen her yet.

Pasco was a hand’s height taller than her and he looked down at her with a quizzical look. His eyes were grey like fog in the early morning. “But for your safety, I can’t recommend you be alone. These woods hold more dangers than you’d think.”

“Mhm,” Ada said, though she knew she’d put all those other dangers to shame in minutes. Whether Pasco was here or not. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had precious few moments of sane thought left.

“I have a secret,” Ada said.

“We all do,” Pasco nodded.

Ada’s hand inched closer to her legs again. She clenched her sex and that almost sent her spinning over, even without her touch.

She swallowed, her mouth watering at the thought of kissing him. She didn’t have the capacity for subtlety. “I’m… extremely horny.”

Pasco laughed. “Well it sounds like you’ll fit right in where I come from. To be perfectly honest, we’ve been holding back quite a bit these past few days, out of respect. I know our cultures are different.”

Ada’s eyes widened. That was enough to bring her back to the conversation, at least for a moment. “Your culture is sexy?”

“I, um, yeah, I suppose so. I mean, we’re much less… shy about it than other cultures. Sex is an important part of life.”

Ada nodded profusely. “This is what I’ve been saying. That’s what I’ve been telling them. This whole time.” Her legs were trembling. She could actually feel her wetness running down the inside of her thigh now. “Would you like to, um, do a sex, with me, like, right now?

Pasco tilted his head and grinned wolfishly. 

That sent her into another spell of dizziness.

“I would like that,” he said.

Ada grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the woods, with urgency. She found a clearing that would be large enough to accommodate her dragon self, and the next moment she had her hands in his trousers. He disrobed and she saw him fully naked for the first time. 

He stood strong and lean like the mast of a ship, his chest broad and his hips slender. His skin was brown and golden like a treasure chest and its contents merged into one, the ringed tattoos up his arms tempting her with questions of their stories.

His grey eyes found her own, his breath caught between his ribs, hinting that he might be as eager and anxious for her appraisal as she was for his.

Though part of her would have loved to languish over the surface of him, reading him carefully like a map, she had no patience left.

She descended upon him greedily, running her hands down his long, muscular legs as her mouth found his rapidly growing shaft.

This desire, this need to fill her mouth with him, to drink in his sweat and to pull moans of pleasure from him with her fingertips, her tongue, was the only thing in all the world that could distract Ada from her own climax.

She basked in the feeling of him filling her mouth, her body full of aching desire. 

He accepted her attention for a minute, then withdrew, crouching down to her level and running his hands up her legs. She shuddered.

He leaned down, face inches from her sex, warm breath over her wetness. “May I return the favor?”

Words eluded her as she nodded so hard her whole body shook.

He pressed his tongue over her vulva and it was as if everything in the world became still, all at once.

“Mmmm,” he said, “You taste good.” And he licked her again. Long, slow.

She sunk back into the ground. After days of heated need, here was pure, soft bliss. 

The unfamiliar sensation brought her back from the edge in the best way. Blissful minutes passed as a deep, strong heat grew. She wouldn’t come in a minute of frantic rubbing, no, gods, she was going to come. So hard.

Oh. Shit. She still hadn’t mentioned the dragon. She had meant to. At some point. And she didn’t have much time left at all, as a ripple of pre-orgasmic ecstasy washed over her.

“I, um, I have another secret.”

“Mhm?” he said, still in her folds, the vibrations almost derailing her train of thought.

“I’ll show you… in a minute… you just have to promise not to freak out.”

He lifted his head. “If you’re trying to say it’s that women orgasm, believe me, I already know.”

Ada whimpered, half that he’d stopped his licking, half at the misinterpretation. “No, not quite, just, you’ll see if you keep — yes, right there, yeah if you do that, you’ll — hah — you’ll definitely… see…”

Ada clenched her sex repeatedly, desperately chasing the whisper of sharp heat that was rising… and then she caught it.

She screamed as the orgasm pounded in waves through her body. Everyone heard, the whole camp, the whole forest — especially as her scream became a roar that shook the trees like a thunderclap.

Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 8: Riding

The day of riding with Pasco and crew out from under the shadow of her tower had been absolute torture. First, Pasco had given her the choice of riding a horse by herself, or sharing his. Of course she had wanted to share his but she would last all of about five minutes that way, so she’d been forced to pretend to be demure and request her own horse. She’d then been given Sendia’s horse, and slender Sendia rode in front of Missa, Missa’s breasts bouncing at the horse’s rhythm, her nipples brushing Sendia’s back, and Ada swore they were both really fucking enjoying it.

And of all things, horseback riding. The classic female sexual awakening. The forbidden fruit of straddling the saddle. The royal folk said polite women only rode side-saddle because it looked more elegant, but Ada knew. It as because they saw how fucking happy all those women looked, straddling the saddle, rubbing in the seat as they galloped off into the field, high on freedom.

Pasco and crew had even offered for her to be topless, if that would make her more comfortable, and of course it would. But the thought of him, of Pasco, seeing her nakedness, admiring it, taking it in — nope, that would be bad. Ungood. It would be impossible to contain herself.

Of course, she spent the entire day seeing his partial nakedness, admiring it, taking it in. The way his skin rippled over the muscles of his back like the ocean she imagined. His long hair tied at the crown of his head and flowing out behind him, just like a horse’s tail. The smell of his sweat, mingling with the others’ and the horses though distinctly his, the musk and hint of cedar. The black, banded tattoos up his arm. Some were simple and bold, others fine designs, and he had more than any of the others. Did they mean something? Were they stories? Victories? Battles won? Lovers taken?

Ada had shifted in her saddle all day, side-saddle until her back hurt, straddling until she was on the edge, then back to side-saddle, trying desperately to be uncomfortable.

She tried to focus on her horse. Her actual horse. Not the fantasy of a man who had been turned into a horse by a witch, but still had all his man’s thoughts and needs and importantly consent and had come to her for help relieving the urges of his giant horse dick…

No her actual, animal, non-sapient, non-consenting horse. That, at least, she could focus on and be somewhat less aroused. Horses wanted to be brushed. Fed carrots. Allowed to graze. She tuned in to her memories of learning how to ride horses and tried to understand this horse’s gait, its temperament and personality.

What did Pasco like? What did he want? What were his memories of learning to ride horses? What was his gait, his rhythm, his temperament and personality?

That night, Ada lay awake in her bedroll. It took all her willpower to not masturbate.

It was going to be a long night.