Lianda and the Terrible Cave Wyrm IV
Or
“A change is as good as a rest”
Lianda’s heart ached a little when she thought of Lupilo, who would undoubtedly move on after negotiations were complete, and she would not see him again. She wondered idly if she could get a Dragon attachment for the harness, although she felt that she couldn’t use it too often– she was walking markedly bowlegged this morning, from the previous day’s activities, and she pondered the fates that had taken her from being a virgin with less than the average clue to having an oversize libido and enjoying oversized lesbian dildo sex, and Dragon masturbation in a single day, as though some greater force were directing her for it’s own amusement.
Her thoughts were cut short when she rounded the last house and saw the village square. It was full of the townsmen and shepherds. They were all carrying farm implements, notable for their sharpness.
She waved a hand and shouted “hello”.
They waved their sharp object collection and shouted, “Burn the Witch!”
Now, Lianda had inherited her intelligence from her Gran, who had been the only one not crushed by dodgy DIY woodwork, so when she was confronted by a town full of Dragon feeding sheepshaggers shouting “Burn the Witch” and waving dangerous farm tools, her immediate reaction was the reasoned decision to sod the explanations and take advantage of her head start.
She ran.
She ran fast and she ran hard, but the men with their longer legs, unburdened by the weight of functioning brains, and spurred on by the promise of an entertainingly barbaric and hideous execution started drawing closer.
Lianda had started to fear for her life when a copper spark crashed out of the trees ahead, grew improbably large wings and swept through the air towards her. She ducked and Lupilo zipped over her head, and dropped to the ground, carving impressive furrows through the grass.
The townspeople assimilate this event – a fully grown amber coloured Dragon with a lot of teeth.
A man with a pitchfork essayed a tentative “Burn the Dragon?” and was vaporised by a spinning ball of blue white flame. The men on either side of the demonstration subject, patted out their smouldering clothes, wiped the ashes that used to be their eyebrows off their faces and attempted to look like they’d just been taking their scythes for a stroll.
Lupilo Grinned.
The townsfolk ran away extremely quickly.
Lianda sat in the mud, bewildered. This was a turn up for the books.
She realised that on the verge of hearing she could hear a low low hissing. Looking around she spotted Iolan peeking from behind a handy rock. Lianda waved. Iolan ducked. She peaked out and hissed laboriously “There. Is. A. Dragon. Behind. You!”
Abruptly, Iolan ducked, and Lupilo hove into view. “Friend of yours?” He asked. Lianda shrugged.
“One of my best, as it happens.” Lianda replied scrambling to her feet.
Lupilo looked her over and chuckled. “I think I like you better with no clothes on” he said, and dodged a swat from Lianda.
They crossed over to the rock, form behind which a very calm voice stated “Oh my god, I’m going to die”
Lianda laughed and called for Iolan to come out. Iolan counted that she didn’t think so because there appeared to be “A very fucking big fucking Dragon” out there, and she did indeed feel safer behind a very large rock.
Lianda countered with the witty and logical argument that she, Iolan, should come out before Lianda had to come over and kick her arse.
Iolan’s’ tousled head appeared and slowly, making no sudden Dragon threatening moves, did the rest of Iolan.
Lianda rested against Lupilo and laughed. “I told you my new friend was unstoppable!”
Iolan’s eyes grew round and her eyes flicked quickly to Lupilo's haunches and back, and she blushed scarlet.
“Oh my god!” she said, and sat down, “And you let me think you were rescued by a night on his charger!” She picked at her shirt. “I was having fantasies about him, y’know. I was hoping he’d wander into town, him and his big white horsie… Actually after last night I was wondering if you’d done the horsie as well…”
Lianda shrugged. “You can try your luck with the randy dragon here” Lianda said, and Lupilo shrugged and looked away.
Iolan laughed “I don’t know about that! He’s bigger than the Baker’s Cart stallion, and I’ve seen what that beast’s packing! You’re a braver, and wider girl han me!”. The laughter in her voice died, and she put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. “After you left, the baker came in for his spanking, and he told me that one of those shepherds – the little weasly one who likes sheep, had seen you on the mountain, and they figured you were a witch in league with the dragon” She took a deep breath, “ and they said they were going to find you and burn you, and I was too late” she said in a rush.
Iolan looked at Lupilo. “It’s the thought that counts” she said, and slapped Lupilo’s shoulder, “but why were you lurking in the bushes?” she asked.
“Looking out for you of course” the Dragon said. “We are supposed to be negotiating for the price of some livestock, and I uh…” the Dragon looked at the sky for a moment “Weeell, I quite like you, you see. Um”
It was Iolan and Lianda’s turn to look each other in the eyes.
“Oh Lupilo” Lianda said, “It’d never work out! I’m human, you’re a Dragon, it’s different worlds!”.
“Yeah, you’re incompatible” Iolan chipped in, “You’d never, y’know” she made in and out movements “fit”.
Lupilo cleared his throat and Lianda kicked at the floor innocently.
“Noooo!” Iolan breathed, “Seriously?! Oh, you’re kidding me! You did didn’t you! Ohhhhh my…no wonder you liked the BIG fitting! How big is he? How big ARE you?” she demanded peering at Lupilo, who curled his tail around himself.
“So you’re the village bawdy then?” Lupilo asked Iolan, who shrugged and patted down her dress.
“Freelance” she said, “More of a natural inclination you know. Around here they go after the sheep first, the cows next, and then the horses if they have class, and the brighter ones remember they have wives.” She grinned “I work mostly with the wives…”
Lianda had always wondered about those gatherings Iolan had hosted, and how Iolan had managed to afford such a huge tub. And come to think about it, the twenty varieties of dildo were a bit suspicious, and the bed with space for eight people, the erotic prints in all the rooms.
Iolan became serious and asked Lianda “What are you going to do now? When the Dragon here goes, they’ll hunt you down – you have to leave, and I don’t mean to the next village! You’ll have to keep going, keep ahead of the rumours!”
Lupilo shook his long head. “She’s coming with me” he stated flatly.
“Where?” Lianda asked.
Lupilo nodded towards the distant mountains. “Back to my Lair, of course. It’s comfortable, warm, dry, no bloody inbred sociopaths, and if you don’t like it, I’ll take you over the ocean to a little king state that owes me a favour or so.”
“Sounds good. She’ll do it” Iolan said.
“Do I get a say?” demanded Lianda?
Lupilo and Iolan looked at her and both said “No” in unison.
By late lunchtime they were airborne. Lianda paused only to take a shit on the doorstep of the village hall and to take a piss into the well (Lupilo had contributed to that one), and say goodbye to a tearful Iolan, (and warn her to drink from the river), Lianda had been bundled up in a thick blanket, and strapped to Lupilo chest with some leather straps Iolan “Just happened” to have a lot of.
Then the most terrifying thirty seconds of Lianda’s life had happened, as Lupilo had taken a running jump off the biggest cliff he could find, and as far as Lianda could see, barely pulled up in time.
After the absolute terror of flying through the air wrapped in a blanket and strapped to a fire breathing lizard via bulk buy bondage gear had worn off, She enjoyed the scenery below until it got dark and she fell asleep.
She was woken by Lupilo banking around sheer jagged cliffs and snow capped peaks, an early morning light staining the world in gold and pink, and Lupilo bellowing “We’re home” which, strapped to his chest as she was, rattled her teeth.
Looking ahead was a glittering tower half masonry and half carved rock. A long polished hallway was visible through a barn sized arch, which Lupilo headed towards.
Lianda screamed as the floor rushed up, and Lupilo hit with a bounce, and then a canter, a tantivy, a trot and finally slowing to a walk, verging on an amble. Lupilo released the straps, and Lianda dropped tot the cold snow swept floor and treated herself to a minute of gibbering.
Lupilo nudged her with a toe and said “First door on the left, through the main hallway”.
Lianda looked at him as though he were mad, started to say something, and grabbed herself over the bladder and went tearing through the main hallway, and into the first door on the left.
After a few minutes she staggered back out, on shaky feet.
“Hell Lupilo, I hope you’ve got a smaller loo, y’could fall through that one!”
Lupilo laughed and gestured down the hallway “Let’s see you use something smaller when you’re 30 foot long!”
“Lupilo, you are sadly mistaken if you are under the impression that I am going to grow up to 30 feet, so you should probably get some smaller plumbing installed…what the hell is this?”
The terror of the landing and the pressure on her bladder alleviated, she had had the opportunity to take stock in her surroundings. A vast marble floor, with a high arched roof, the walls pierced by crystal windows and polished brass fittings. Behind them lay the runway door, fully four stories high, bonded with iron and constructed of solid marble and inlaid with a copper sigil of a dragon in silhouette in flight.
She took a step closer to Lupilo and murmured softly “You aren’t going to get into trouble for bringing me back with whoever owns this place are you?”
Lupilo laughed loud, sending a booming echo down the hall. “I AM the owner” he said and stood up on his back legs.
Lianda looked up and fell over. What had been ostentatiously oversized now shifted in her eyes to become merely spacious for a Dragon. She had not seen Lupilo stand upright before…although she had spent most of her time in a small(ish) cave with him, and he must find it easier to hear tiny creatures like people when he was on all fours.
Lianda felt small and insignificant, a mere plaything to Lupilo.
She hurried after him, walking quickly to match his slow even strides. Lupilo trust open a door, and gestured to a bubbling pool of jade water, featuring more crystal windows overlooking the knifelike mountains and shadow-black valleys.
Lupilo threw open door after door as they walked the Main Hallway, which circled Lupilo’s tower, heated by molten magma far below (as is traditional for evil masterminds and Dragons alike), held in check by ancient magic wards of considerable strength (Unlike evil masterminds, who really should look into it).
Lianda saw room after room, some strange some familiar, apart from their grand scale, and everywhere, Rats scuttled away from them. Lupilo assured her the Lair was not infested. “They’re not Rats, although they are related” he told her, “They’re an enchanted species – they live in the runs below the Lair and keep the tower in repair and clean”.
Lianda found this hard to swallow. Enchanted Rats with a penchant for spring cleaning. Right.
Lupilo threw open one set of doors, inlaid in white wood, showing a room with it’s own bubbling pool and bedding, all in silk and inlaid stone, the windows made of coloured crystal, throwing shifting patterns of pure vivid colour over the pale walls – it looked a room fit for an enchanted princess.
Lupilo paused. “This is the Consort’s Gallery, I uh, thought you could use it while you’re here” he told Lianda.
“What about the Consort” she asked.
Lupilo shook his head. “There is none. I said we were rare. We’re solitary, and there are few of us.”
Lianda put her hand on his thigh in sympathy. “That’s so sad!” she said.
Lupilo sighed and beckoned her on.
Ahead was the biggest door, painted and engraved with scenes of copper dragons and many people, and in the centre, the copper sigil.
“My hoard” Lupilo told her and opened the door with a touch.
Behind the door, a huge cylindrical room stretched up into the sky, a dome of crystal letting in a cold light with was reflected down the walls tot the floor, which was a concentric arena of tiers, heaped with gold and embroidered cloth, fantastic objects, and priceless artwork.
Lianda was almost blinded by the sheer size of the room and the astounding contents. She followed Lupilo into the room until they reached a ring of blue set into the floor.
Lupilo held up a paw and shouted something Lianda didn’t understand, and the air turned blue and faded away, and Lupilo stepped over the line, beckoning Lianda. Gingerly she stepped over the blue line and followed the Dragon. He stopped by a pile of silks, and reached into a box, rummaging through it’s contents.
“Lianda” Lupilo asked, “If I said you could become a Dragon, would take the opportunity?”
“Gazing around, it occurred to Lianda that she hadn’t dome particularly well as a human, and it seemed the future would not be rosy in any event. “Besides which,” she thought “He’s being rhetorical”. She could not believe that such a thing was possible.
“Yes, Lupilo, I think I would.”
Lupilo nodded, his hands still in the box. “If you were a Dragon, would you stay with me?”
Lianda laughed at the question. She was really quite touched. Lupilo seemed lonely, and they had got along well. Maybe all she had to do for her room and boards would be to offer some company, and (she blushed a little) the occasional bit of physical pleasure, and other than Iolan, she’d rather spend time with no one else in the entire world. A sobering thought.
Lupilo kicked the silks and said “huh”. Turning back to Lianda he gestured to her stained clothes – “You can take those off, you won’t be needing them around here”, which was true. The air was quite warm and still, and Lianda, eyeing the silk, was feeling much more her self, stripped off. She realised she hadn’t answered Lupilo’s question.
“Lupilo?” She called, as she dropped her mud spattered wool skirt next to a pile of flawless glimmering rubies, “I will stay and keep you company.”
Lupilo sighed and tension seemed to flow out of his hunched shoulders. He turned quickly, and slammed a golden blade through her chest with a hollow and final crunch.
Frozen moments:
A woollen cloth skirt, muddied and rumpled, dark stains and bright rubies scattered over it.
The ceiling over the Main Hallway, as seen from the eyes of someone being carried limply.
View of the sky, a deep blue so deep it sings, a perfect scene marred by a blood flecked golden handle.
View of a perfectly polished white floor. A diamond of emerald green sprays across it, an outstretched hand lays across it, and a ruby droplet that ahs splashed on the tile.
There is no pain.
“Of course there isn’t” Lianda thought, “How could there be. You have to be alive to feel.”
She tried to move, to cry out, breathe, blink – anything. Nothing. She could feel dimly the cold, cold floor below her.
“Well this is it then” Lianda thought to herself, “stabbed to death by a depressed dragon. What a world, what a world…”
The view of the floor started to dim, becoming darker around the edges, until finally the blood and the spray of emerald light faded to grey and all became dark.
“Bugger. I wonder what happens now? If I get the chance, I’m going to go haunt that scaly copper bastard…heh heh heh”
“Shit! What if I go to hell? Is a dildo a mortal sin? Is screwing a Dragon?”
“Damn. It’s always too bloody late to find out when you need to know.”
“What if I can go to heaven? Is there anyone I know there? Huh. Probably Gran…mad old bat…”
In the darkness, there appeared a point of golden light.
“Here we go. I damn well hope there isn’t some bastard with a pitchfork there. If there is I’m going to ram it up his…”
“…aaaah” said Lianda as the point of light resolved into the sun shining in her eyes.
She covered her eyes and sneezed. She levered herself off the floor and blinked, rubbing her snout.
“Quick check there… Sun, floor, eyes, snout. One of these things is not normally an item I see every day.”
She opened her eyes and stood, and staggered backwards under an unexpected weight attached to her shoulders.
Hunching slightly she regained equilibrium and discovered a set of extra leg joints she could swear weren’t there this morning.
As she flailed around, Lupilo’s voice said “Are you all right?”
The voice turned out to be attached to Lupilo, in the doorway.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh haaaa! You murdering bastard!” Lianda slurred “I’ve come back to haunt you! I am… the undead! Ahahahaha!”
Lupilo grinned. “Lianda, you happen not to be dead, in case you haven’t noticed. In fact, you’re looking kind of…sexy”
Lianda paused. Her mind started catching up. Snout. Odd number of knee joints, tendency to fall over backwards because of (she looked) a long curling tail and a huge set of furled wings. In pearl white, accented with creamy tan, she noticed with approval.
She glared Lupilo in the eye anyway “Just because I’m alive doesn’t excuse killing me!” she told him sternly, and (Yes!) swishing her tail dramatically. Go tail! “I shall take some time to get accustomed to not falling over backwards, and then you will apologise handsomely. Very handsomely if you’re ever expecting nookie again!” She picked up a sheet from the bed and draped it around herself, and raised her chin.
Lupilo laughed, executed a little bow and stepped back out into the hallway, drawing closed the doors.
Lianda’s head began to clear. She was a Dragon! This would take a little getting used to – she wondered how long. Time to take a look at herself, she felt.
She opened all the doors in the Consort’s Gallery (Consort! Well, she had kind of agreed, after all) until she found a mirror in a room of fine gold chains and jewellery, and examined herself.
She was much smaller than Lupilo, she thought, perhaps only twenty feet long, and pearl white (she spent a while trying to catch the light, mesmerised) with a soft pale tan belly and thighs… the colour continued along the base of her tail. She was fascinated to find her eyes were a golden brown now, and she had two slender short horns sweeping back over her skull.
She had a very definite bust, firm and tight, not as bouncy as her old set, with proud golden brown nipples, which she supposed was no great problem – didn’t want to spoil her nice flying profile too much…she grinned. Flying! So much that was new! Sex, flying!
She left the sheet around her middle until last, and with anticipation, she dropped it.
She looked into the mirror. She lifted her tail and mooned herself for a few minutes.
On her lower belly, she had four small, gently swelling teats. And below then, soft and dusty pink, was her new pussy, it’s puffy lips, parted under her fingers displaying warm pink and a rosy round bump of a clitoris. She ran her fingers over her four new nipples. Disconcerting as it was, they seemed to all be working, and felt right. It just all seemed a bit …blatant, really. She wondered if she could still blush when she caught herself wondering how tight she’d be around Lupilo.
Lupilo caught her cantering around the circumference of the Main Hall, on all fours, swishing her tail and stretching her wings up.
She grinned (all those lovely white teeth…and sharp too!). “I ha to practice walking somewhere!” she told him and he laughed. The they walked slowly on two legs for a while, and Lianda asked him why he’d stabbed her.
Lupilo shrugged. “That’s the way the spell works” he told her. “You have to drive the spell through the heart of your love. I think it’s because Wizards are all old frustrated guys with really odd ideas”.
The change had actually been very quick. Lupilo had carried her out of the Hoard, and her skin was already whitening, a small tail curling from her spine, and by the time he’d dropped her down onto the floor in the Gallery, she was already ten feet long with horns and articulated legs.
Lupilo took her for some lunch in the Dining hall. It had been vast when Lianda had seen it first, and now, it had shrunk, and Lianda was able to appreciate that with large wings and a tail, Dragons might appreciate lots of turning room.
They ate Mutton, and Lupilo pointedly added mint sauce to his. Lianda shocked herself by sniffing everything she ate, whether she wanted to or not and also because she ate half the meat raw. After eating three legs of mutton, some ribs, livers, hearts and crunching through some of the bones, Lianda cleaned her muzzle and fingers with her long tongue, as Lupilo did.
Her empty belly filled, and her equilibrium returned, they once again walked the Main Hall, until they came to Lupilo’s room, decorated in warm brow wood and shell inlay. He stepped through the door, and Lianda swept in passed him.
Lupilo looked quite surprised, and Lianda grinned, arranging herself on the bed, legs curled up. She swished her tail, flashing her pink, flick. Flick Flick.
Lupilo rumble in his chest and closed the door, and dropping to all fours, sauntered over.
“Your apology was…adequate” Lianda told him, and tightened her muscles the way she had practiced in the mirror, flexing her new pussy.
Lupilo licked at his snout, and grinned appreciatively, and walked over, to Lianda.
“And what makes you so sure I want to?” He teased, and Lianda pressed her breasts together and licked her nipple with her long sinuous tongue, before rolling on her back and stroking her tail from her breast down her belly, over her new nipples and flicking over her pussy, before drawing the tail tip across Lupilo’s snout. He groaned and followed the tail. Lianda captured his snout and licked the end on it. Lupilo seemed caught on a dilemma of choice, so Lianda snagged him and pulled him over to straddle her. She lifted her head on her new, sinuous neck, and began to kiss Lupilo’s belly and thigh. His erection bobbed against his belly, wet and hot, and still, even from this perspective, huge.
She grasped it in her supple paws, lay it along her chest, between her breasts, and Lupilo chuckled, at this reference to the first time she had made him climax.
She pressed her firm breasts together, and Lupilo thrust between them with a gasp, stroking evenly, enjoying the foreplay. She deftly caught his tool wrapping it with her tongue as the organ slid from her cleavage, and Lupilo stopped as she caressed the sensitive head with her tongue and unwrapped it from his tool, before she, licked up the length of his shaft, and Lupilo grunted softly, a droplet of pre-cum dripping from the tip. Lianda decided to have her revenge for him not telling her what the spell involved!
“Lupilo?” she said softly “Time to get busy!”
“Huh?”
She wiggled her breasts and smiled.
Lupilo grinned, and began to lick her breasts, swirling his tongue over the nipples and kissing them, sucking and nibbling with delicacy at the skin, until Lianda began to moan, her tail, writhing over his haunches, then Lupilo moved down her length, stroking her belly with his hot tongue, until he came to her new nipples – Her dragon-udders thought Lianda with a whimper as his hot lips and tongue teased them.
Her legs spread wide, the toes curling and uncurling and her tail in sinuous spirals, as Lupilo pressed his snout against her lower belly, nuzzling and licking, Lianda felt as though she might cum – it felt as though her pussy was hot and liquid, ready to over run. So, it would seem Lupilo had turned the tables on her!
She used her powerful legs to push Lupilo further back, but he resisted, teasing her dragon-udders, stretching his neck, until he finally let himself be nudged back.
He settled on his belly, trapping her tail beside his erection, breathing in the aroma of her pussy, soft, pink, swollen, it’s crinkled lips pressed together, as her legs wavered in the air, her creamy thighs meeting, a softly curved V with her sex at it’s base.
She caressed a nipple and quivered, and finally, Lupilo’s tongue lifted out of his mouth and brushed over the skin of her pussy, sending a quiver through her.
He continued licking, the point of his tongue tracing over her, until she wanted to scream, and finally Lupilo began licking the centre line of her pussy, wetting and teasing it until it parted revelling it’s dark pink interior and the bud of her clitoris. Her juices spilled out, running hot trails down the base of her tail and haunches.
His tongue slipped into her, probing her hot depths, caressing her clitoris and swirling over the walls of her pussy, lapping at her, pressing his snout against the soft lips, parting them. He slid the tip of his tongue into her, and with a hot breath, he slid the length of his tongue within her, all the way, curling the tip, and then he pushed against her clitoris and slowly slid it out, the entire prodigious tongue being drawn over her clitoris. She shook and quivered, moaned and gasped, and when he was done, she said simple “Take me!”
He stepped between her spread thighs and lowered himself, the bobbing head of his slick erection hitting her buttocks and thighs, sliding over then to be captured by the hot heart of the graceful curves, and then he pushed forwards, and with a squelch, the head disappeared between her waiting lips. She was a lot bigger now, but he was still a snug fit, and as he moved she grasped him within her, squeezing and milking him, and he sank himself deep within her, and still she cried for more!
He took her virginity for the second time, his hot body pinning her, his belly rubbing her dragon-udders, their tails twined, his chest pressing her breasts she clasped him to her with her hind legs.
The thick shaft of his cock was wider at the base and it spread her wide, straining her and pleasing her, her internal contractions rubbing and stroking his tool until they gasped as they moved, her legs and thighs squeezing him, his desperate thrusts rocking her as she screamed his name and clamped herself on his jutting cock, and then he too came, white hot pulsed of jism, flowing into her, filling her.
As he withdrew his spent cock, her new muscles softly clenched his length, but still a few drops of cum flowed out of her as he lay on her belly, his copper snout on her tan chest, between her ripe breasts. And she stroked his muzzle as they drifted off to sleep.
