Dracokin 9 by David Farr This story is intended for adult audiences and contains scenes involving explicit sex. Individuals under the age of consent are asked to stop reading now and delete this file. This story, its characters and locales are copyrighted. Archiving and reposting of this article is allowed only if this document is unchanged and no fee is charged beyond expenses. Comments and criticisms are welcomed. If you are disturbed by the content, please don't complain, just don't read. All parts of this story and all my other works can be located through my webpage at: http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/ ***Illonna The image of Heri fucking herself on Graycin's hand haunted me for quite some time. Graycin had summoned us just to see that, then Immediately afterwards he'd dismissed us. I'd just wandered for a while, remembering her turning to look at us. There was no shame there, she was sated, exhausted, but she didn't care what was happening. I have no idea how long I walked through those tunnels, but I by the time I stopped my legs felt like they were made from clay. Tired and sore I dropped to the ground, feeling the smooth stone against my skin. Sleep over came me, and I dreamed distrubing dreams. Picture of Hera having sex with the master danced with images of myself on my hands and feet straddled by some dark creature. Slowly the scene in which I featured dominated my sleep and I became part of it, not for the first time. Finally my partner was revealed to be a noble white wolf and I awoke as I always had before, with a bright flash of pleasure. I lay there for a few seconds, eyes closed, trying to sort out my thoughts, before I felt the soft tongue slid across my face. My eyes cracked open and I looked up into the golden eyes of my dream lover. I sat up, and felt my breasts shift. The floor had left its marks on my body including stiffness in my joints. That beautiful white creature simply stood there, watching me. The smell of sex filled the air, but I knew it was only my musk and this beast had not been taking advantage of my sleep. He was male, I could just tell, and that filled me with lust and shame. Bestiality was hardly something to be proud of, but I'd learnt to hide it, especially from friends like Hera. She'd never forgive me that flaw. I reached forward and stroke the wolf's fur. It felt silky, so much like she'd always dreamed. Enjoying the feeling of her hand the wolf unrolled its long tongue to pant as I continued. After a few seconds he lent forward and linked one of my rock hard nipleps. Pleasure shot through me, I'd neve felt anything like it, the rasp of that long tongue brushing against that sensitive spot. I giggled. "Oh, I enjoyed that boy." Realisation struck me, and my happiness fled. Sobbing I stood and walked away. "I can't do this, I'd be disobeying my master." I didn't even hear it move, just suddenly felt the weight on my shoulders. It was too much for me to carry and I collapsed to my hands and knees. He was on top me, his muzzle resting beside my head. "I c-can't do this, my master will be angry." My voice said no, but he was obviously listening to my body, which was already juicing up again for the sex. There was a growl and he snapped his jaws, making it plain I had no choice. I knelt there, shivering. as he eased his weight off me. For a few moments nothing happened, he just stood there behind me, gazing at me. Then I felt his tongue on my sex. I cried in pleasure as that soft organ travelled first up then down my sex. Next it circled my lips, then dove inside, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His ministrations brought me closer to the edge of the first orgasm that I hadn't given myself. And then he stopped. I whimpered as he pulled away, leaving me needing. "Please," I begged. Then his chest dropped upon the back of my head and something massive slammed into my cunt. I gasped, in a single action this noble creature had mounted me and taken my virginity from me. A flash of pain ran through my body before a massive wave of pleasure as I finally came, crying out. But he didn't give me a chance to recover and started slamming that massibve cock into me. I felt like each thrust would split me, but it didn't hurt, but sent me rolling from orgasm to orgasm. Again I lost track of time, as my animal lover used me and mated with me, sending my mind reeling from joy to bliss. Finally I felt his cum splatter onto my inside, then against the skin of my thighs. Absolutely exhausted I fell forward, but before I slipped into darkness I felt the his soft fur surround me as he curled me within his body. I didn't dream that night, after all what was left? ***Graycin Illonna lay sleeping in my arms. Somehow I felt she was special, maybe because she was the only one to last me out, or maybe because her dreams were so strange. The sexy little halfling had her own beauty about her. Physically she was compact, soft but very full-figured. Okay, so that's just a nice way to say she was over-weight, but then that isn't unusual for her kind. I was still gazing at her when she sturred and rose out of her sleep. She looked up at me for a moment, that freshly fucked look all of the girls had on her face, then confusion filled her eyes. Illona looked about frantacially "Where's...?" she trailed off before she finished. I gently stroked one of my claws along her chin. "Keep a secret." It wasn't a request. "I transformed myself into that wolf. An ability I have." For a moment she stared up at me. "You took it from my mind." Her eyes moved to look down across her breasts. "Why?" "I find it more enjoyable to experiment fully with you, and the best way to do that is force you to explore your desires." We stayed quiet for a time, just lying there. "Thank you master," she murmured. Before I could answer movement at the corner of my eye grabbed my attention. ***Cryl Staying still for any length of time is a very neat trick, but then tricks are my trade. Still, I hadn't expected Graycin to spend so much time with this slave of his. A full night of pretending to be a statue was starting to cause my muscles to ache. Sooner or later I had to twitch. He was having a touching scene with his slave when it happend. Of course as sly as he is I didn't know until some of that crystal goo he likes so much formed around me. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not weaker than Graycin, but our power is very much based on locale. There, in his lair, nothing can stand against Graycin, and certainly not me. I was trapped in that crystal prison and as helpless as a human. Graycin was pissed, despite that he still handled the halfling in his arms with care. He stood, craddling her, and paced over to my crystal. I was still invisible, staying still wasn't a problem anymore, but he could easily see my outline in the crystal. "Show yourself!" he growled, glaring at me. With a sigh I allowed myself to become visible again. He wasn't surprised that it was me, no one else could have done this. He and the girl in his arms stared at me for a few seconds, then he turned and carried her away. I didn't even try to escape, there was no point. If, somehow, I managed to overwhelm his magic and physically free myself, Graycin would still be able to hunt me down in his lair. Then, if some greater power actually let me escape I'd be an outcast like Darsolo, any of the others would kill me on sight. Of corse that was still the chance that Graycin would do that himself. ***Adara The commotion alerted everyone in the camp. By the time I was at the my tent's flap soliders were already hurrying past. Moments passed before I realised they were heading to the centre of the camp. The King's tent! When I arrived at the tent I beheld a true horror. At least two dozen men lay scattered around, their bodies shattered by their enemies, others hid behind carts and barrels, watching the monster that stood before the King's tent. It was a dracokin, so their fear was understandable, but it wasn't Graycin. His scales were jet black and while Graycin's visage was alien this creature's was demonic. He sneered as he scanned the cowering soliders. I took this all in with a glance, but it took a second more for me to realise that his right claw was buried in the chest of the King. His cruel eyes fixed on me. "You," he hissed, waving the King's body at me. "Come here." His voice was overwhelmed me and I started walking towards him, a prisoner in my own body. I stopped before him, well beyond fear. My chin was grabbed by one of his large claws. "Ah, one of Graycin's toys. How delightful. He doesn't take very good care of you do you?" I felt a strange tingling in my skin. "Restoration of youth is such a simple trick, especially with elves. Of course, now you must die." His claws squeezed my skin, then stopped. "What is this?" I chuckled, but it wasn't me. "Your mistake Darsolo." "Graycin!" the black dracokin hissed. "It's not really me of course, just an auditory illusion you've triggered by walking into this trap." The voice continued, coming from my lips. "You see, the Oracle, you remember her don't you, smart lady, can see the future, anyway, she warned us that one would come that would make us sick. The prophecy of the Dragonbane it was called. Took me some study, but I discovered the Dragonbane's secret. "A normal person as far as most of the races are concerned, but when magic is used on him or her, they start emitting a cancelling field. This means that magic of that type no longer works around him. With humans that leaves them magicless, us however, it leaves almost unable to function. Real pity isn't it. Oh, by the way, the effect is permanent, she'll always effect you like this." As Graycin's message played out I spotted movement behind the paraylised dracokin. From amongst the bodies rose a single figure wearing blood splattered gold plated armour. He dragged a sword from the ground and started stumbling towards us. "So, you see you've trapped yourself by casting some spell on Adara, that's her name by the way. You know what's worse, I've found five other Dragonbanes already." Sebastian, for it was him, staggered to a stop and raised the sword above his head. "It was strange, but when I asked her what spell would trap you she couldn't stop laughing enough to tell me. Still, she did give me a message to pass on. It was 'look out behind you'." Sebastian's sword sliced down through Darsolo's wing, cutting through it like butter, and scrapped the scales of his arm. In the same instant I threw myself away. Freed, the black dracokin howled in pain. Darsolo spun on the wounded solider. "You will die!" He shook the kings body from his claw and reached out towards Sebastian. Before he could connect I threw myself onto his back. Almost immediately he collapsed to the ground at Sebastian's feet. I climbed to stand beside the weakened general. We looked down on him. "Begone creature, do not force us to slay you!" Sebastian hissed from beneath clenched teeth. Groaning in pain Darsolo dragged himself to his feet. "You are lucky human. If it wasn't for your patron you'd be as dead as your king." His eyes swiveled to glare at me. "Tell your master that I will make him pay for this defeat." With that parting comment Darsolo flickered from sight. "Damn, I hate it how they can do that," Sebastian muttered. I turned to him smiling. "You get used to it. How are you?" He didn't answer, instead falling to his knees, then collapsing to the ground. "Get my bag!" I yelled at one of the soldiers. ***Deala Hera and Illonna stayed in the sleeping cave recovering from their time with the master for some time. Unfortunately it didn't last and they both emerged for dinner almost a day later. Both of the newcomers looked slightly uncomfortable, given they were the only ones not wearing clothes. "What, none of you off screwing the master?" Hera inquired snidely, dropping into her seat. "You want to put on a repeat performance?" Ce'lane sneered. "Nah, I'd just hate to miss your's!" Hera shot back. "Stop it you two," Sharna snapped. "You're only going to get yourself into trouble with the master." She turned on Ce'Lane. "Keep this up and you'll be naked again" Then she rounded on Hera. "And you have to learn to fit in here or you'll never wear another scrap of clothing in your life! Both of then sunk away from her and I'm not surprised, Sharna almost never got angry. After that dinner was a quiet affair. We just ate, no one saying a word. Melaine was the first to finish, and she got up without a word. On her way out she swept past Graycin coming in. He looked over the four of us remaining. Hera and Illonna sat there naked, Hera doing her best to hide herself, but strangely Illonna thrusting out her breasts. Then there was the two of us, me in my toy boy outfit and Sharna in her country girl clothes. "Illona, Deala, come." He turned and walked away. Both the halfling and I leapt to our feet to ran after him. I'd never have thought someone that small would move like that, not fast but so, so, sexy. At that point I realised that my new relationship with Sharna had really opened my eyes. Graycin led us through the tunnels of his lair. Everytime he took me somewhere we ended going down tunnels that were new to me, and this time was no exception. I was very sure that they hadn't been there before, but then again the layout of his lair changed fairly often. Somehow though we were always able to find our way to where we were meant to be. Finally Graycin stopped, but not before both of us were out of breath. The tunnel continued on beyond him, but next to was an opening leading into a darkened cavern. We stood, panting, as he regarded us. "A most interesting picture," he rumbled. My head snapped up and I spoke before I thought. "I hope that isn't why you had us follow you." He chuckled, whether it was from my comment or my I tone, I don't know. "No. Go in." He indicated the opening. I glanced at Illonna, who returned the look. She shrugged at me, which did interesting things with her bare breasts. We had no choice, so I led the way into the room beyond. ***Illonna No matter what Deala tells you, I went first into that room. Its an arguement we have lots, but nothing as bad Hera and Ce'lane. Anyway, Beyond the entrance the room was completely dark, excepted for two pools of light in the very centre. Illumznited by the light were two manikins, one my size, the other as big as Deala. Each of the dummies wore an outfit. The larger was was made of soft leathers sown over with a forest green material. A hood hung from the collar, covering the quiver slung across its back. Before it lay a long bow far too big for me to handle and a pair of bracers. The other one, my outfit, was made from stiffer leathers and left uncovered. It was a full suit, but not some dominatrix outfit, this was real armour, designed to protect its wearer. A belt and scabbard held a short sword, a decent weapon for someone my size. The only allusion to my position was a collar about the neck of the dummy. Thankfully there was also a set of fine underclothes to wear underneath the outfit. "Put them on," he waved at the armour, "they're yours." "As much as we can own anything," I shot back, smiling. Graycin chuckled at my comment as Deala walked towards the manikins. She seemed to be totally awe struck by the outfit, and the rest of the world didn't seem to matter. "M-master, how did you know?" she muttered. Graycin cocked his head to one side, staring at her. "Know what?" "I always dreamt about being an archer," she carefully lifted the bow off the dummy and held it reverently. "I'm glad. You're going to have to learn to shoot that be yourself, I can't help you," he rumbled. "Ce'Lane will probably know," I piped up. "It a required skill amongst the Elven royalty." The other two looked at me, and I shrank from their gazes. "She's right," Graycin commented. "You'll have to arrange something with the princess." Deala looked at the bow. "Same deal as with Melaine?" Graycin nodded. "Rewards if you do well, punishment if you don't." He turned and started towards the door. "I don't expect you to wear the armour all the time, but keep good care of it and the weapons. Oh and Illonna, this does mean you can dress again." After he was gone Deala and I did a happy dance.