Blood of Dragons - The Protector

"My turn," she growled hungrily. She lowered her hips, guiding Rek's cock inside her, the tapered head sliding easily between her lips, and several inches gliding in after it, eliciting a gasp from both her and Rek. The kobold's thoughts swam again; Altha's insides were like fire, the heat from her sex causing tingles along the ridges of his cock.

Altha took a quick breath, then continued to lower herself down. "Fuck..." she gasped. "This is the biggest..." She shifted onto her knees, pressing further and further, determined to take Rek's incredible thickness into her. "I want it all!" She clenched her sculpted buttocks, leaning forward to bring herself lower, her breasts dangling directly into Rek's face. He instinctively snapped at them, his teeth sinking into one of the perfect orbs, one of his fangs drawing blood, his tongue flicking out to catch it and tease her nipple.

"Fuck yes!" hissed Altha, the combination of pleasure and pain shooting directly to her crotch and encouraging her further down Rek's shaft. The walls of her sex stretched to their limit as she finally bottomed out, taking the entirety of his cock into her. She gripped the headboard and held as still as she could, trembling as she acclimatised to the girth. Her tail twitched with the effort, and Rek continued his attention at her breast.

"Gods, Rek... I've never been so stuffed... this is - AH!" Altha's whispers were cut off as Rek's hips suddenly bucked. Or at least, they tried to with the muscular mountain that was pinning them to the bed, but she felt it. The length of his cock shifted inside her, the ridges along it causing dozens of little pleasurable sparks to burst through her. His teeth maintained their grip on her breast, and she could feel him suckling at the blood.

"Recharging?" she said with a grin. "Good. You're gonna need it!" She began to move her own hips, slowly at first, savouring the sensation of each little bump and ridge. She clenched her inner muscles, determined not to miss a single one. She gradually drew herself up as high as she could while keeping her feet planted on the bed, and then slammed herself down, filling herself with cock once more.

"Yes... that's it..." Altha hissed again, moving her hips in a steady rhythm; she could only move so fast, there was so much cock to cover. With each downward motion, the bed shuddered and squeaked, straining to absorb Altha's impacts.

Altha shoved herself up off the headboard, sitting back on her knees, her breast audibly popping out of Rek's mouth. The kobold grabbed at her thick thighs, digging his claws in to maintain his grip as she thrust her hips back and forth. He gazed up at the statuesque woman above him; Rek had never understood the non-scaled races and their fascination with mammaries, but watching Altha's breasts bounce and sway, he was starting to see the appeal. Even more so, as she continued to ride him he began to notice every little detail. He saw every corded muscle, every diamond-hard scale; he saw her powerful tail, her deadly claws, her majestic horns, and her blazing lustful eyes. And as her gasps and cries deepened into primal growls, he saw what he had come to find.

<Altha!> he cried out. <Altha! Please! Become our protector! Become our dragon!>

"Yes!" she shouted. "I'm... your dragon!" She locked eyes with him, her hips not breaking pattern as she glared, seemingly into his soul. "And you... and your cock... belong to me!" She planted her hands on either side of Rek's head and started bouncing harder. "You... are... MINE!"

Rek's heart exploded with happiness, and so did his cock. Another geyser of cum burst from him, deep inside Altha, too much for her to contain. But with Rek's giant cock plugging her up, there was nowhere else for it to go, and she could feel her belly swelling, the scalding liquid barely held in place by her muscular abdomen. She stood up in one quick movement, her horns scraping against the low stone ceiling as Rek's cock slipped from her, leaving her insides feeling wide and empty. A stream of hot, steaming jizz flowed from her sex, coating the bed and the organ it had sprung from. Altha braced her hands against the ceiling, tensing her cum-splattered legs to stop them from shaking while she caught her breath.

"What... was THAT?" she snarled.

"Ah... um..." Rek stammered, trying to align his thoughts again. <Y-you... you said ->

"I know what I said!" barked Altha. "I said: "I am your dragon!" And you just blew your load in me! Before I was done!" She folded her arms, glaring down at Rek with a stern, authoritative look. "You dare to finish, TWICE no less, before you've satisfied your dragon?" Her eyes narrowed, and her tail cracked like a whip. <Unacceptable!>

The final word, spoken in Draconic, triggered a long-learned response in Rek; he clasped his hands above his head and bowed in supplication. As he was still on his back, with an obscenely large and thoroughly drenched cock between his legs, the sight was more awkward than pathetic.

<Please forgive me, Mistress!> he begged. <Have pity on your humble servant!>

Altha laughed, a deep throaty chuckle with genuine mirth. This would be fun. <Yes, pity is mine to give to you should I so choose. And in light of your previous efforts with your magnificent, delicious, giant phallus, I am disposed to be lenient.> She stepped down off the bed, kneeling down next to Rek. She extended a finger and drew her claw across her breast, opening a small cut below her nipple. She pulled Rek's face towards it, and he immediately latched on, suckling on the flow of blood.

<Drink your fill,> said Altha, cradling his head almost tenderly. <Take the magic, let it feed your fire.>

Rek could feel the power in Altha's blood inside of him; the ache in his body that had been returning from his exertions was dissipated the more he drank, and his increasing heartbeat brought an extra level of swelling to his already engorged cock. Altha smiled as she saw it grow to its full length.

<Enough! You will not make me wait any longer,> she said, pulling Rek's head away and standing up again. Climbing back onto the bed, she positioned her head at the far end, lifting her rear up and flicking her tail to the side, presenting herself to him. <Now, assert yourself and...> She searched for the right words, but the Draconic language was too formal for what she wanted to say.

"Get up here and fuck your dragon's pussy until she cums, you little bitch!"

Rek scrambled to his feet, his erection nearly overbalancing him. Stretching up onto his toes brought it level with Altha's opening; with a quick couple of steps forward, he drove himself inside, the juices already coating them both allowing him to slide almost his whole length into her in one go.

"Holy-" the rest of Altha's exclamation descended into incoherent growling, her inner muscles clamping down on Rek. In response, the kobold latched his finger claws into the scales on her lower back and began to thrust. He didn't have much leverage, but the ridges on his cock compensated enough; Altha dug her claws into the mattress, tearing the fabric to shreds. But she still wanted more.

"Harder!" Altha said through gritted teeth. "Harder, Rek!"

Rek panicked; he was doing all he could, but he was too short to plant his feet properly on the bed, and Altha's tail was thrashing from side to side, nearly taking his head off. One particularly sharp swing made him release his grip to lean back and avoid it, and he wrapped his arms around the base of the tail to prevent himself from falling backwards and out of Altha. No sooner had he embraced her tail, Altha's body shivered.

"Oh gods, that's good," she murmured. "Squeeze right there, Rek. Squeeze while you fuck me!"

<Yes, Mistress> said Rek. Holding himself up with his arms, he lifted his feet, bracing them against Altha's thighs and levered himself forward, hugging the tail tight to pump himself into Altha harder and faster than before.

"Fuck yes!" Altha buried her face into the shredded remains of the mattress, every slap of Rek's hips against her tight buttocks prompting a grunt that rose in volume each time. She reached down between her legs with one hand and rubbed at her clit, the hood fully drawn back from Rek's cock stretching her out. The rough scales of her fingers on the sensitive spot added an extra layer to the shivers running throughout her, and that was when she felt it. The release she had been reaching for all day was building, more powerful than she had ever known before.

"Rek... I'm... almost... there..." she managed to say, her voice fading into a growl, and then growing into a roar. A roar that originated deep in her belly, a roar that would have turned the bowels of anyone who heard it to liquid. A roar that shook and reverberated around the tiny room as Altha's orgasm crashed like a tidal wave; she threw her head back and a jet of searing flame burst from her mouth to spray across the ceiling.

To Rek, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. Combined with the clenching of Altha's inner walls as she reached her climax, and the heady feeling of success in pleasing his mistress, his own orgasm unleashed another load of cum. He also let out a roar, nowhere near as loud or intimidating as Altha's, but with just as much passion. He hugged himself close to her ass as he trembled through it, before releasing his arms and flopping onto his back, his cock slipping out of Altha with a wet slapping sound as it landed on the bed. Altha herself collapsed, shivering all over as the river of semen leaked out of her, her head and arms dangling over the end of the bed.

The two of them lay there for several long moments, panting and savouring the afterglow. Rek recovered first, propping himself up on his elbows; he watched as his engorged cock, now seemingly spent, slowly shrink down and slip back between his belly scales.

<...Mistress?> he said.

"Mgrlgmrf," came the reply. Altha lifted herself up, her broad shoulders quaking with the effort, and she rolled over onto her back, her breasts jiggling with each ragged breath. She laughed, feeling a twinge of exertion in her muscles. "That was..." She chuckled again. "...I could get used to that."

There was a rattle of metal, and the door to the tiny room opened. Rek scooted backwards and pressed his back against the headboard; Altha barely moved, glancing upside down as Madame Hilgya poked her head around the door.

"Goodness, I hope everything is alright in here," she said. "We all heard a roar from upstairs; it's just as well the guards left or they might have gotten suspicious." She looked at the scene before her, taking in Altha lying on the cum-soaked bed, the mattress torn and the frame buckling. "Well, everything seems to be in order, I suppose." Hilgya smiled warmly. "Altha dear, I have your clothes here, folded and ready. Your arms are being seen to, you'll be able to collect them before you leave tonight, and..." she tapped her chin thoughtfully, "...I think I'll have a bucket sent down for you to wash up." Altha gave the dwarven lady a wordless thumbs up, to which she smiled again before gliding out of the door, leaving behind a small pile of clothes.

Altha shook her head. "Unflappable, that woman." She turned onto her side, supporting her head with one hand, the other idly playing with the puddle of semen next to her. "Rek, that was unbelievable. I've never had anything like it before." She brought a finger to her mouth, licking the cum-drops off with her extensive tongue. "And this stuff... it healed me, energized me! Is that normal for kobolds?"

Rek shook his head. <I have never known of anything like that before.> He settled down back onto the bed, sinking into the pillow. <This has been a very strange day.>

"Yeah, you'd think that if kobold jizz was an all-in-one healing aphrodisiac, we'd have heard about it by now." Altha sat up and stretched with a happy sigh. "I guess it'll be something to ask your shaman friend when we get back to your tribe."

Rek's eyes lit up. <So it is true? You really meant it? You will be our dragon?>

Altha smiled, the first genuinely warm smile Rek had seen from her. "Well, yeah. I already saved your life once, and it's not like I can stay here anymore, so it looks like I'm in this for the long haul." Her smile turned a little wicked. "Plus, the idea of a whole tribe of kobolds calling me "Mistress" is kind of a turn on."

Rek twisted his fingers. <Why?>

Altha shrugged. "I dunno, it appeals to my dominant side, I guess?"

<No, I mean... why did you save my life?> asked Rek.

"Oh." Altha blinked, then looked down at herself. "Well, I had kinda felt bad about what I said, and then you got in trouble and I..." She hesitated. "...I guess I felt like... we were sort of in the same boat."

<What do you mean?>

Altha blushed a little, still gazing at her navel. "They were after you because of what you are. I know what that feels like." Her face grew hard and she looked up at Rek. "They were bullies."

Rek nodded. <I think I understand.> He continued to fiddle. <You were rather intimidating yourself. Mistress!> he added quickly.

Altha looked ashamed. "Yeah, about that..." She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I never did apologise for what I said, or for scaring you. It's just sort of what I do when I'm feeling threatened, and living around here, I get a lot of threats. I guess I've gotten used to being mean because of it. So... I'm sorry."

Rek hopped down off the bed and knelt down at Altha's feet. <A dragon never has to apologise to their servants, Mistress, nor for doing what they must in order to survive.> He lowered his forehead, his scales brushing against her own. <Adversity has made you strong. Our tribe will respect that, and follow you because of it.>

"Even though I'm only a half-breed?" said Altha.

Rek looked up at her, his eyes shining. <Mistress, I can only hope you will forgive me for ever believing you were anything less, than the dragon I was searching for.>

*******

One week later...

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<Behold, our new mistress and protector: Altha!> Rek proclaimed proudly.

Altha took a deep breath and roared, a cone of fire bursting from her gullet and filling the air. The gathered kobolds, who all had been looking sceptical at first, immediately fell prone and prostrated themselves before her. Altha looked down at the grovelling figures and smiled.

"Oh I am going to enjoy this," she muttered to herself under her breath. Louder, she said: <Rise, all of you!> She turned to Rek, who had joined the others on the ground. <Rek! Speak to your shaman about the matter we discussed. And as for the rest of you, I have travelled a long way to be your protector, and I cannot be so on an empty stomach. Bring me food, and attend to my belongings!>

The effect was immediate; the small draconic figures sprang into action, some of them scattering deeper into the caves to the food stores, the others surrounding Altha. They took her pack and sword belt, and as she began to shuck her breastplate and leathers, they carried them away for safe keeping. Rek and the shaman Galak retreated to a side cavern, the elder kobold looking at his student with a mix of pride and concern.

<You are sure she is the one?> he asked.

<Absolutely, Teacher,> said Rek. <I know she is a half-breed, but the dragon blood flows through her, and she is every bit as strong a protector as Balthruzhax was.>

Galax patted his shoulder. <I trust in your judgement, Student,> he said. <I would not have sent you on such a quest if I did not. Now, what is this matter that she spoke of?>

<Ah... ah...> Rek blushed, unsure of how to proceed. <Well, Teacher... when I discovered our new Mistress, she... saved my life and then... took me... as her consort.>

Galax tilted his head curiously. <Indeed? Well, I suppose it is not unheard of for a dragon to seek satisfaction from those who serve them. I imagine congratulations are in order.>

<But there is more, Teacher,> said Rek. <Before we... copulated, I drank of her blood and it... enhanced me.>

Galax blinked. <Go on...>

<I... that is... my phallus grew to a size that would better satisfy her. It was truly enormous, and it produced far more than I ever thought my body could contain. And when she drank of my... ejaculate, it healed her wounds and restored her vitality.> Rek was blushing hard now, but he was under orders to speak of this. <Is this normal? Is it a natural phenomenon for us kobolds?>

Galax smiled. <It would seem I chose well.> He patted Rek's shoulder again. <My dear student, the effect of her blood is likely a result of the magic inherent within it; drinking the blood of any sort of dragon affects us kobolds in odd ways. Though the extent of the effect, as well as that of your own fluids upon her, are truly unique.> His smile grew wider. <It would seem the blood of our new mistress has awakened that which I recognised within you the day you were hatched.

<The blood, and the magic of dragons, is within you as well, Rek.>

Rek's jaw dropped. <I... have...?>

<All kobolds are descended from ancient lines that began with dragons, their power diluted and thinned throughout the centuries,> explained Galax. <But once in a while, the power of the bloodline arises in one of us. That power is why I chose you as my student, and why I knew you would be able to find our new protector.>

Rek slumped to the ground. <That is... a lot to process, Teacher...>

<Best to not process for too long,> Galax advised. <The Mistress will want to hear of this immediately.>

<You are right!> Rek jumped up and ran back to the main cave.

Altha was still surrounded by the tribe, though now fully naked, seated and observing the piles of food that were being hastily prepared in the fire pit. She looked over at Rek as he entered. "This is the best!" she mouthed.

Rek scurried over and whispered into her ear, relaying what Galax had told him as quickly as he could. Altha's eyes widened as he spoke.

"You're serious?" she said when he had finished.

<It would seem so, Mistress,> he nodded.

"That is fucking hot. Well, you're obviously going to be my primary consort from now on," she mused, "but if my blood can still have a similar effect on the rest of them..." She stood, thrusting her chest out and putting her hands on her hips. <All members of the tribe, attend to me!> she called sharply.

There was a flurry of movement and in seconds there were sixteen kobolds kneeling before her. Altha extended a claw and drew it across the underside of her breast; blood began to drip as she grinned her predatory grin.

"I'm REALLY going to enjoy this..."