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“She is Dragonborne,” the stern-faced woman exclaimed.

“She may even be the last in existence,” another man in red chimed in. This may well be true as Kara had no family that she knew of. Both of her parents had died when she was younger, and with no next of kin she was forced into an orphanage. She may finally have a chance to have a real family all her own again.

“But how do we complete the ritual to transform her? It must be done before she reaches her due date, otherwise it may be too late for her”.

“I must do more research on the subject before we conduct the ritual, but I believe that, on the night of a full moon, she must be taken out to a clearing in the woods, where the moonlight can shine down on her. There is an ancient text that she must recite while one of our dragons circles three times overhead, casting its shadow down upon her. Once this has been completed, she must repeat the text as the chosen dragon engulfs her in its flame. At this point she should rise from the ashes in her new dragon form. It is said to be one of the most beautiful sights, when a Dragonborne emerges for the first time as a dragon. I never thought I would live to see it.”

“Who will be the one to volunteer their services? Keep in mind, if performed incorrectly, Kara will surely perish in a cascade of fire. It is crucial they do not fail her.” Esmerelda looked around, waiting for someone to come forward. Blaine walked slowly over to her.

“I will do the duty, and I will not fail. If Kara will accept our help,” all eyes were on Kara once again. She didn’t see any other option, though honestly even if there was she wouldn’t have taken it. She would have her perfect family, with the man of her dreams, literally.

“I will do it, when is the next full moon?” she asked eagerly.

“In five nights,” Artemis spoke again.

‘The sooner the better,” she said. The date was set for her transformation.

 

After leaving the venue, Kara and Blaine were finally alone again. He held her hand as they strode back through the winding hallways. They walked in silence, side by side, until they reached his own sleeping quarters.

“There’s no reason we can’t share a room now. Would you like to join me in my bedroom tonight?” He gestured toward the door in front of them.

“I’d love to,” she beamed. They could finally be a real couple, no longer hiding their love from the world. Almost an afterthought, she remembered her job. “But what about—”

“Quit,” he said, anticipating what she would say. “You should rest, and be with me. Let me look after you now.”

She smiled. She didn’t want to argue with that.

He bundled her up in his arms and carried her across the threshold, laying her on his beautiful, antique four-poster bed. She looked around; she had never seen his bedroom before. It contained several pieces of varnished wooden furniture, matching the mahogany of the bed frame. The red, silken covers felt magnificent against her skin. It had been an extremely long day and all that she wanted to do was sleep. Without another word, they both crawled under the sheets and fell asleep straight away.

There was nowhere she would rather be than curled up, safe, in his arms.

*****

After the meeting with the elders, Kara stayed at the house with the other dragons, where she would wait till the full moon. But the other dragons avoided her.

“Until you undergo the change, they won’t trust you. You will be one of us soon enough, and they will realize why I love you so much,” said Blaine.

Nevertheless, the night of the full moon came all too quickly. That night, the other dragons all wore cloaks of their individual colors. Blaine told her that the color of their robe corresponds to the color of their scales in dragon form. From looking at the assortment of shades, Kara could only imagine how beautiful they would look flying through the sky together. They surrounded her in the clearing that had been selected for the ritual to take place.

Once everyone was in position, Blaine knelt down. His skin surged, revealing scale after scale, purple in color. His limbs extended, and fingers morphed into long talons. In seconds Kara saw herself face to face with the creature she had so often dreamt of. Her glorious dragon king stood forth, letting a stream of flame escape his jaws, flickering through the night sky.

“Are you both ready?” Esmerelda asked. Blaine and Kara had been preparing for days, they were as ready as they ever could be at that moment.

“Yes,” they replied in unison and the ceremony began.

Kara started reciting the ancient texts, just as she had memorized them. They had spent so long ensuring she knew them back to front, because one wrong word and she would die in a shower of flame. Blaine bowed toward her, assuring her that she wouldn’t fail, and she trusted him wholeheartedly. His gigantic reptilian legs pushed his body from the ground; she continued to recite as she watched his wings catch the evening breeze, lifting him into the air. With her head directed toward the sky, he did not distract her from the task at hand.

Her life depended on reciting the texts flawlessly.

Everyone present looked on with baited breath as he circled overhead. His body blocked out the moon as he flew around her. Once the three loops were accomplished, he dove down, flying straight at her. She finished her words just in time as he blasted her with a fireball, surrounding her with flame. Kara was surprised as she thought that this part would be extremely painful for her, but instead the fire stroked her bare flesh, disintegrating the white, silk robe she wore for the ritual, which matched those of the elders attending. She sunk to the ground and her vision went black.

They all watched on in shock, as the smoke cleared it revealed a pile of ashes with Kara’s charred remains perched on top. Blaine, filled with dismay, morphed back to human form, running toward the spot in the woods where she lay. Tears rolled down his cheek, thinking that she was gone forever.

“Stand back, please. She is changing,” Esmerelda said.

Suddenly, Kara’s body rose. Breaking through the burnt flesh a bright green wing emerged, spreading for the first time. The rest of her earthly body melted away, exposing the new dragon that had joined them. She roared, pointing her head up to the night sky, marveling at the immense power she felt as a beast. Her green scales glistened in the light of the full moon, fresh and clean. With one swift motion, she took to the air for the first time. Gliding over the tree tops, she was free.

 

Two days had passed. Kara was still at the dragon house, but the others no longer avoided her. Her body had fully recovered from the change to dragon form, which had drained her energy. Her job as a waitress was a memory now.

It was morning. Blaine entered their bedroom, following a long and boring meeting with the elders in the sanctuary. Kara, and all of the other dragon people not of royal blood, could not sit in on the meetings, not that she had any desire to.

“How was your morning?” she asked him innocently. He rolled his eyes.

“It was fine, I am so glad to be back here with you though.”

He approached her on the bed and caressed her six-month pregnant stomach, feeling for his unborn dragon child. She kissed his forehead tenderly.

She treasured every second that she had with him. In the time they had known each other, she grew to love him more and more with each passing day.

Soon their innocent embrace became more passionate and intense. All too quickly they both stripped down and were wrapped in each other’s arms on the floor of the room. Blaine still had a hand pressed against the baby within her, and her hand held his. She felt safe in his embrace, and now that she had undertaken the change she was no longer worried about the birth. For the first time since they had conceived, Kara and Blaine made love, exploring each other’s naked bodies once more, touching and caressing every inch of skin that was laid out before them. The child pushed on her stomach, reaching for its father through her flesh.

Finally he mounted her and thrust inside, her back rubbing against the wooden boards beneath. She moaned as his erection moved within her, toward their unborn son. She felt herself shifting between dragon and human form, scales appearing over small sections of her skin before dissolving back into her. The baby moved with them, for the first time she was sure she felt his tiny, scaled tail rubbing against her inside. Blaine sucked at her neck, with one hand feeling her growing breasts. Kara felt total bliss.

He continued to move faster within her. His hand moved up her body to grasp her face and bring it in towards his own. He pressed his mouth firmly to hers, parting his lips slightly to caress her tongue with his own. She responded by pulling her body closer to his, her arms around his muscular back, arching her back with pleasure as they came together, both moaning as their orgasm took hold of them.

*****

Three months on, she had gotten used to both her pregnancy and her new shifter powers. She enjoyed transforming, and dashing through the forest around their home with Blaine, their scales grazing the tree bark as they ran at fifty miles an hour, wings withdrawn as to not damage them on overhanging branches. In her dragon form she could take a break from the aching feet and other pains that came with carrying a child. She felt free. She was free, freer than she had ever been.

Not only had she adapted to all the extreme physical changes she had undergone in the last few months, but to her delight the elders had finally begun to accept her as one of their own. She was no longer the outsider, pregnant with the bastard child of their King. She was one of them: a dragon shifter, a creature she once thought had only existed in fairytales. But all too quickly her due date arrived. The dragon within her decided he was ready to enter the world.

One morning Blaine found her, hunched over the bed in pain, grasping her stomach as her muscles clenched together, forcing the child from the comfort of her womb. Her contractions began to get closer and closer together. Kara screamed at the excruciating pain she felt. As she moaned in agony her scales pulsed, appearing for seconds at a time in random sections on her body. She looked down to see the unborn child within her scratching at her stomach from the inside, claws visible through the thin layer of skin and muscle that separated him from the real world.

“Please, get Blaine, I need him here,” she screamed, her claws morphed and dug into the side of the bed on which she lay.

“We have to get you to the birthing chamber now, Kara!” one of the elders called from the distance. Kara was in no state to respond and soon she was being carried by several people through the long hallways to the underground section of the sanctuary. She had never been allowed down there before.

They burst through a rickety wooden door and laid her gently on what felt like a stone slab covered by a sheet.

“It won’t be long now, sweetie,” said Abigail, one of the elders.

Abigail held Kara’s hand as she pushed and pushed, praying this monster child within her would get out and stop this crippling pain.

“I can see him now,” said Abigail, her voice echoing around the room. At that moment Blaine burst through the door and hurried to her side.

“I came as soon as I could, honey. You are doing so well,” he said.

He tightly grasped her hand, giving her courage and strength to muster one final push. She felt the baby slide out of her and into the arms of someone else.

“He is perfect,” Blaine cooed.

Kara looked up to see Abigail holding a tiny bundle of reptilian flesh and blood, wrapped in a soft blue baby blanket. Kara held out her arms, tired and sweating. Blaine brought the newborn over to her and they sat on the bed in silence, staring down at their perfect little dragon prince.

This was not the adventure that she had dreamed of; it wasn’t a path she could have ever imagined she would take. But she sat there in the midst of her new family and was happy at last. Caressing the forehead of her new son, Kara finally felt at peace. She had finally been accepted by his people as one of their own. She found herself part of an ancient dragon clan, in love with their King, and having given birth to a dragon prince.

It was a new, wonderful adventure.

 

THE END

 

Bonus Story 5 of 20

Three’s Company

The Fantasy

Our love making was intense. It was passionate. And after seven minutes, it was over and I couldn’t believe that this was my life. I lay there stunned, that once again, Benjamin Blest had taken me to the height of pleasure.  A plethora of emotions ripped through me. I would never leave him unsatisfied! Did he even care?

A loud snore from the other side of the bed gave me confirmation.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered. In our California king-sized bed, where moments ago we had just been close, I now felt a void forming between us. It was too early in our marriage for this.

I crossed my arms and lay back on my pillow.
I should just go to sleep
, I thought to myself. But desire ached within my soul and I knew that sleep would evade me. I stared with disgust at Ben’s sweaty back and thought about climbing on top of him and suffocating him with my pussy. An evil smile crept across my face as I envisioned myself doing just that. Instead, I quietly crept out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. I ran hot water in the shower and climbed in.

Water always had a way of soothing and relaxing me. I let the water run over my head, loosening my tight curls. With my eyes closed, I ran my fingers along my body, tracing my curves and the spots that could use more attention. I touched myself, imagining Ben walking into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready for round two as he climbed into the shower with me, but I was too upset with him and the idea only turned me off.

I turned the shower water cold, then hot again. The fire within me became smaller, but did not go out completely. I climbed out of the shower and onto a soft bathmat, water dripping off of my brown skin. I decided against a towel and returned to the bedroom, climbing into the bed all wet. I hoped that the wetness would disturb Ben, so that he wouldn’t be able to sleep either, but alas, he was knocked out, mouth open, drool on his cheek.

I rolled my eyes and rolled over, my back facing him, my hands between my legs where it was still warm. In his sleep, Ben wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him. I rested my head on his chest as he caressed my wet head. How could I stay mad at the man I loved? I soon fell asleep in his arms.

Dreams came swiftly and I found myself imagining that I was back in the shower. Ben walked into the bathroom, his long dick strong and ready to devour me, but this time, he was not alone. Another man, just as long, just as ready, came in behind him and they stood side by side, saluting me. Ben led the way to the shower, opening the door and climbing in, the other man following his lead. Ben put his lips on mine, kissing with me fiercely, while the other man stood behind me, kissing my neck, his long dick up against my soft butt. When Ben started sucking on my nipples, a moan escaped my lips for I was in heaven.

I woke up with wetness between my legs and a smile on my face. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Ben looking at me thoughtfully.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he said with a smile.

“Good morning my love.”

Sun shone through the closed blinds, making Ben’s green eyes bright. Ben caressed my body, tracing his fingers along my hipbone.

“Someone was having a good dream,” he teased. I grinned at him, biting my lip as I reminisced about the dream. “Damn, that good?” I nodded, yes. Too good to be true. Ben looked like he wanted me to tell him about it, but I didn’t know if I could. “I want to know your fantasies, Mya.” Could he handle my fantasy? That was the question.

“I had a dream that I was taking a shower and you came in to join me,” I began, pausing, unsure of how to continue. “But you weren’t alone.” I finished, pulling the cover up over my mouth, watching his reaction intently.

“Oh? Who was with me?” Ben asked, his smile growing. Mine grew too, because I knew how the story ended.

“Another man,” I said. Ben’s smile faltered, but to my surprise, it did not vanish.

“Hmm, very interesting.” Ben continued to look thoughtful, as though he were imagining it himself. “Tell me more.”

I pulled the cover down and sat up on my elbow, caught off-guard by his interest. I thought that this admission would completely throw him off, but instead, I was the one who was thrown.

“Really?” I asked, not hiding my surprise. Ben smiled at me encouragingly. I sat up the rest of the way, crossed my legs and told Ben every dirty little detail of my dream. He listened carefully. Ben had always been a very good listener. Much better than I was, and I had always loved that about him.

I, on the other hand, preferred to talk. When I finished, Ben just stared at me, and I wondered if I had said too much.

“Who’s dick was bigger?” he finally asked. I laughed and he laughed. What a beautiful laugh. Then his face became serious, “Is that what you want?”

Afraid to admit it, I merely nodded, my eyes searching his face for a disturbance. He smiled and nodded back. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“I love you,” I told him, and I meant it.

“I love you too,” he said. I leaned forward and kissed him. Ben pulled me on top of him, wrapping his strong, loving arms around me. My arousal from last night returned and I placed what was wet and warm on what was big and hard. Without another word, I slid him inside.

Finally, I came.

 

Ben left shortly after, having to go run his corner of the world. I lay in bed a little longer, enjoying mine. Art had drawn us together, so many years ago. Ben was a photographer and I was a model. You can put two and two together. I was his muse and I made love to his camera. Then I made love to the photographer. Six months later, we were married. Ben was no small time photographer. His work was famous and he’d worked with everyone who was anyone. Through his photography, he had started his own modelling agency and I had become one of his models. From model to muse to marriage, it had all been but a dream. I admired Ben’s ambition.

Although, photography was his passion, he was an entrepreneur at heart. In addition to being a photographer and running a modeling agency that he had built from the ground up, he also taught photography as a professor at Rutgers University. But there was  even more. Benjamin had two studios here in our house, one of which he rented out. He also was starting his own production company. Ben had his sights on shooting films. So, yes, my baby brought home the bacon. Technically, I didn’t have to work. But, I did, working full time modelling exclusively for Ben’s company. I also did some acting and was planning on working with Ben’s production company. We had already recorded a few monologues and short films, starring me of course. I loved working with my husband, we were a dynamic duo.

Ben was older than me, twelve years my senior. I was still exploring my interests and Ben was so patient with me. He was very understanding and respectful of my pace. We had been married for three years, but it felt longer.

Ben had the house that we lived in built from the ground up and we had stayed in a studio apartment while it was being built. The studio had been hell, but together, we had gotten through it. When we had gotten married, no one was surprised. It just made sense. I mean, I had always only dated white guys and come to find out that Ben had only dated black women so it wasn’t really a shock to either of our families. My parents loved Ben and his family loved me. We were like the biggest advocates for interracial relationships and our parents were anxious for us to give them mixed grandchildren. We had decided to take our time with the baby making. Not to say that we weren’t practicing though, it just hadn’t happened yet. If it did then great and if it didn’t, great. Neither of us were in a rush

With the rise in social media, I had done a lot of promotion on my Instagram. I often used that to scout out talent for Ben’s agency. I also posted images from some of my shoots on my Instagram. Ben didn’t indulge in social media too much and left that to me. He would tease me that in the realm of social media, I really showed my age, a ripe 32. Still in bed, I scrolled through my Instagram timeline, double tapping every other image, then made my way to the page for Ben’s agency.

The agency tended to post pictures of the models they were working with. I was checking to see what new talent Ben would be shooting today when I saw a beautiful hunk of man candy that almost made me gasp. This was the man from my dream! I closed my eyes and placed my phone over my face. This was surreal. Butterflies danced in my soul. Was this a sign and of what?

As though on cue, my phone vibrated in my hand and the picture of Ben and me on our wedding day popped up on the screen. Ben was calling me.

“Hey baby,” I said, trying to sound normal as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Hey beautiful!” Ben exclaimed. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no, I’m up! How’s work going?” I asked.

“Great! Actually, that is why I am calling you. I am here with a model named Jeremy Phine and Mya, you have to meet him! I want to shoot you two together!”

I had stopped breathing. What were the odds?

“How soon can you be down here?” said Ben. I reminded myself to breathe.

“Give me half an hour,” I said.

“Perfect! We’re in Studio A. See you soon!” Ben said, before hanging up. I dropped the phone in my lap, a dazed look on my face. Was I some sort of psychic? How could this be?! I didn’t have to ponder the possibilities. I got up and got out of bed.

*****

 

The Photoshoot

Ben’s private studios were located in our large finished basement. I headed down to the studio, knocking before entering. I had decided to keep it simple, wearing a plain black tank top and black leggings. I was barefoot and I wore my thick curly hair loose.

I didn’t know what Ben wanted or if he would want to shoot today so I kept it basic if I was to be his canvas. Ben opened the door to the studio holding his camera, grinning widely when he saw me. He let me in and closed the door behind him.

There were lights set up, and standing in front of a plain white backdrop, in the flesh, was Jeremy Phine. He was wearing nothing but a towel. As soon as I saw him, Ben began taking photos. He captured my reaction to Jeremy and Jeremy’s reaction to me. The shoot had begun. I laughed, Ben was a true artist. He loved to capture the raw and the real. I tried to hide my nervousness as I walked over to greet Jeremy, all the while; Ben clicked away with his camera. I extended a hand to Jeremy.

“Hello, I’m Mya,” I said. Jeremy flashed me a dazzling smile that made his blue eyes twinkle.

“Hi, I’m Jeremy,” he said as he took my hand.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. I fought not to stare.

“Mya, what do you think about doing a nude shoot with Jeremy?” Ben asked, the camera never ceasing its interminable clicking. I fought to hide my nervousness but instinctively, a hand fluttered to my stomach. The butterflies had returned.

“Right now?” I asked, surprised. What was Ben’s motive with this shoot? I wished he would let me in on his vision, but that wasn’t Ben’s style.

“Yes,” Ben said.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance when in reality, I thought that I might pass out. I was totally comfortable with doing a nude shoot. I had done plenty. I had even done some with other people. But never had I done a nude shoot with a man that I had had an erotic dream about before knowing whether he really existed, in front of my husband! I was speechless. Luckily, words would be no longer necessary.

“Jeremy, please remove your towel,” said Ben.

I wondered if the two men could hear my heart pounding on my rib cage. My eyes dropped down Jeremy’s creamy white abs to his hands as they began removing the towel. I covered my eyes with my hand.

“Oh my god,” I laughed nervously. My face felt hotter. I needed to pull it together, I was acting unprofessional. I removed my hand.

“Mya, stare into Jeremy’s eyes as you remove your shirt,” Ben instructed. I looked into Jeremy’s deep blue eyes, drowning in their oceans. Slowly, I pulled the tank top up and over my head, my large breasts bouncing, as my hair cascaded down over them and my shoulders. “Now, Jeremy, stare into Mya’s eyes as you remove her pants.” Jeremy got down on his knees and put his hands at the top of my leggings. My body tingled where his fingers touched it. He slowly pulled down the leggings, as I held my breath. He pulled the leggings down my round butt, which jiggled as it was set free. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his warm breath. I was instantly turned on. From the corner of my eye, I could tell that Jeremy was, too. He licked his lips hungrily, and I swallowed. When he got the leggings down to my ankles, I stepped out of them and he tossed them to the side. Jeremy stood back up, facing me.

“Now Mya, go upstairs to our bathroom to take a shower. Jeremy, follow me.” We headed upstairs as a procession, me leading, with Ben behind me taking pictures and Jeremy following behind him. I walked slowly, carefully pronouncing my steps so that Ben could capture every angle. Once we got to the bathroom, I turned the shower water on hot. When it was a comfortable temperature, I climbed in.

“Close the shower door,” Ben instructed. I shut the shower door, giving myself the most privacy I had had since the shoot had begun. I let the water run over my head and ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was going on? Were we making a porno? No way, Ben would never do that. Or would he?!

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