Dracokin 10 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. 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/ ***Sebastian Fire lanced through the clouds suffocating my mind. Long moments passed before the sensation took form. Burning pain consumed most of my body, and fear filled me as I prepared to open my eyes. Anything could have been, the pits of hell, a torture chamber, but instead my sight focussed upon a vision of loveliness. Concerned crystal blue pools shone down, separated by a pale sharp mountain. Pale fields stretched to the angular borders of flowing rivers of gold. Pointed spires rose from among the glistening strands. Beneath the mountain a crevice opened and music flowed forth. The searing agony of my side was quenched and I could feel silken hands stroking my flesh. It felt like heaven itself as that touch swept aside my pains. Beauty itself was healing my wounds, I could ask no more. Slowly the music formed into words. "... stay calm, the pain will go." She repeated the words as a mantra. Her hands were slowly moving down my body. The caress was loving, no caring, she was a healer doing her work. My befuddled mind tried to catch hold of something, it was important, but too elusive. Finally the last of the fires died at the touch of her sweet hands. As her skin withdrew from my own I wanted to reach out, plead her to stay, but my body wouldn't respond. Instead all I could give was a strangled gurgled. The vision of beauty pulled back and I felt a single long finger rest on my lips. "Shhh, don't try to speak. Just rest." The sent of Lilacs drifted into my consciousness. "You'll be well when next you awaken." Clouds once more drifted across my consciousness, and blissful darkness took my sight before the beauty left it. ***Adara The guards turned as I pushed aside the flap of the tent. He wore a mask of restrained concern that covered his true feelings. Sleeping in the tent behind me was a man who had earnt the trust and adoration of those under his command. Now those same men had forcefully kept the healers from the tent, allowing me and only me access to their lord. "He awoke, but sleeps peacefully now," I informed the young man wearily. "I have done all I can for him." Relief flooded the man's face. "Thank you healer. Will he recover?" A sigh escaped my lips as I heard that question once again. "Only the gods can answer that one. However if he does he will recover fully, otherwise my magic has utterly failed." I took a step forward and the light dimmed for a moment. "Lady Adara, are you alright?" The guard was back at my side, worry staring into my face. "Tired," I replied quietly. "Just tired." "You haven't slept in three days my lady, and even youthened, you need your rest." It was nice to hear concern in the young man's voice. Somehow it was something I missed, not even my daughters had even used that tone with me. I shook my head in answer. "No, I have too much to do." I took four steps before the world darkened again. A strong pair of arms wrapped around me and I realised I was staring up into a cloudy sky. His voice rang from the end of a tunnel. "You're not going to do your patients any good if you collapse on them. I'm taking you back to your tent to sleep." I nodded weakly and let my eyelids ease close. As I slipped into sleep I heard the young man giving orders. ***Graycin My mood was still poor as I strode into the chamber that held Cryl. She still stood there, totally encased in her crystal prison. Our eyes locked and I found her silver eyes pleading with me. Calmly I looked over her sparking diamond encrusted body. As I have said you could say I am a pervert. There is something about the curves and bumps of the younger races that I find enticing, which is of course why I had not mated. From birth my people drew our sustenance from the magic created by the emotions attached to our treasures. As such the mammary glands found in the females of the younger races were unnecessary and thus never developed. While Cryl's hips were wider than mine, in order to lay the egg from which a child would develope, I found the difference too little to be interesting. Her clear wings were slightly stretched out in an expression of surprise. With a thought I caused the crystal to flow away from her head. "What am I going to do with you?" I asked, shaking my head. "You know what the others will do to me, don't you?" she asked, her voice a whisper. "You're too important to kill, but we can't let you get away with sneaking about our lairs. I suppose disempowering you is about the only option they'll consider." That was the truth. While restricting the magic of another of our number was difficult and viewed as a truly harsh punishment, yet her crime was almost the worst in our culture, only Darsolo had gone further. "The others need not know," she whispered. "I swear, you are the only one I have wronged." I could sense the truth in her statement. "So what is it you offer me for my silence?" I inquired, cocking my head to one side. Her eyes closed and stay shut for a time. "Two things, my clan's greatest secret and a mate." Now that was indeed a surprise. Each clan had a wealth of knowledge that they guarded, and that was more valuable than any number of works of art. "And you expect me to accept those terms? Accept someone who has already broken our laws to be my mate simply because she offers me information sight unseen?" Again she sighed. "It is a way to permanently alter our own form with our magic. It doesn't matter how small the changes are, it is done. No drain, nor distraction, just that form until it is altered again in the same way. " A slight gasp escaped my lips. The ability to alter our forms by force of will was well known, I'd used it often in my research of the younger races and had in fact taken the form of a white wolf in order to take Illonna. There were however limitations. Nature disliked such changes and over time more will was required to hold the changes. Also while major alterations were easy, minor differences could easily slip from the attention of the controlling mind and reality would reinforce itself. Thus Cryl's secret was worth much. Cryl's eyes glittered. "You're interested I see, but my offer goes further than that. With this secret I could change myself to be more desirable to you. Think about, wouldn't you want a dracokin female with all the attributes you enjoy in the younger races." Interest did spark in me, I will admit that, but caution had long been an overriding emotion in my people. "That is certainly enough to get me interested in the mating, but not enough to ignore your intrusion." She lowered her head as much as she was able. "That is the rest of my deal. I will not leave your lair until after we have mated." This was a shocking offer. Unlike humans, dracokin make no vows of fidelity when we come together, we don't have to. As we mate the magic that is our life mixes and bonds us together, however if one side is stronger, as would be the case in my lair, that person dominates more than just the relationship, but also their partner. Cryl was effectively offering to becoming nothing more than the humans I collected, and it was this fact that drew a pair of gasps from behind me. Cryl's head snapped up and she peered at me with silted eyes, trying to see what I hid behind me. Smiling I stepped aside, letting her see the golden globe floating behind me. "Golri," she hissed, "and Osiri too. Getting your jollies out this are you?" "I asked them along to witness whatever deal you wanted to make," I interjected, then turned to the globe. "What is your thoughts on this?" "If you both accept this I will support you in the councils on this matter," Golri's rich baritone rang from the sphere. "I have no objections either, do what you wish," Osiri's sharp-tongued comment was entirely what I expected. I turned to look at Cryl. "Does the offer still stand?" I didn't expect her to change her mind, she'd been sincere all throughout our discussion. For a few moments Cryl glared at the ball and then she nodded. "Of course. This changes nothing." "Then I accept," I smiled and nodded my head. Cryl grinned, somehow I think she got exactly what she wanted. Golri laughed. "Excellent, maybe we can keep our race alive for one more generation. I wish you both well in your future." "And be aware that we will be guarding ourselves much more closely," Osiri added as the sphere vanished. ***Melaine The echoing click of the master's claws warned me of his approach. Something disturbed me about the sound, keeping me from simply returning to my studies. It took only moments to spot it. What I had taken to be an echo sounded out of place, a little faster than the stronger sound, yet it was still the same type of sound. I turned to face the entrance to the library and immediately found out why. Graycin was followed by another of his kind, whoever he was he differed from my master in many ways. The glittering scales, clear wings and the shape of his head. I stood as they made their way across to me. "Yes master?" Graycin smiled at me. "Please disrobe." For the first time in a long while I felt ashamed of my body. Another of girls would have been easy, I was comfortable naked before them. Hell even another human would have been fine, but this was an equal of the master, and there was no telling what was about to happen. Nor was there a way out, so I pulled on the tie of my sash. I could feel their eyes on me as I pulled my robe over my head. As my hair flowed out of the cloth I shook my head, sending my locks, and my breasts, swinging. "Do they always do that?" the crystal dracokin inquired and I found him, no her, staring at my breasts. Her voice clued me to her gender; it was a few octaves to high to be male. Graycin nodded towards me. "Use her as a model, but don't do a perfect job, I prefer differences." I felt fixed by her gaze, almost consumed. She paced about me, squinting, examining. A quick glance at Graycin even got her permission to touch me. She sized me up, but I didn't understand why. Finally the female dracokin closed her eyes in what I think was a motion of preparation. For long seconds we just stood there, then her body changed. It was fascinating to watch and at the same time disquieting. Her scales seemed to shimmer and become liquid. Her body flowed and reshaped itself, mass moving apart from her midriff and flowing out her hips and chest. As her waist shrunk a pair of globes blossomed forth from her breast and her hips widened. If that wasn't enough she shrunk so she was still larger than me, but now looked up at Graycin. At last the process halted, and her body once more solidified into its scaled form, but now she had a shapely form that many woman would have killed for. I did not like this. Her eyes opened slowly, and then she immediately turned to look at Graycin. "Does this please you?" Now it was her turn to be examined, this time by Graycin. Strangely he didn't touch her. "You are smaller than Melaine." The dracokin woman nodded. "Yes, I though it best if I did not compete with any of your treasures." "Wise," Graycin commented. He looked up at me. "I am going to be busy for a while, you and the others may relax till I emerge." I nodded and grabbed up my robe. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew the others had to be told. ***Cryl Graycin led me from the library. He had approved of my form and now was taking me to the place I would loss that thing that humans call virginity. Of course my free will would go with it. Philosophically I wondered whether you could freely give up your free will. In a way it seemed a contradiction in terms, if you wanted someone else to make decisions, then wasn't obeying their commands an act of free will. Does someone who hands their life to someone else not make a choice. Obviously my situation made me very thoughtful. I suddenly realised that Graycin was now looking down at me. His eyes seemed to be taking me in and I felt like I had to turn away. The room he had brought me to, the room he had chosen for our mating, was more than a simple cave. I wouldn't have thought Graycin capable of appreciating beauty like this. Strands of crystal criss-crossed the floor and wall then twisted their ways up columns of stone. A single large structure nestled in the centre of the cave to which the fragile looking crystals led. "I am ready, master," I murmured, returning my gaze to her. He nodded and, as I watched, tendrils of crystals snaked out from the lump in the centre. I didn't struggle as they wrapped about my wrists and ankles. Effortlessly I was lifted into the air and twisted and pulled. Soon my arms and legs were yanked behind me, buried in the surface of the crystal. My beautifully crafted body jutted out, presenting my new breasts and hips to him. He stepped up. "You made a few mistakes when you built this form," Graycin commented, he reached out and stroked the scales on one of my breasts. I shuddered at his touch, gasping as it sent electricity through my body. "Not used to the sensations are you?" he inquired, placing both hands on my breasts. His hands grasping my flesh was enough to push me over the edge. He had been right, I wasn't used to having them, and his playing with them was the most erotic thing he could have done. Lust rode through my body and consumed my mind, and the war begun. When dracokin mate our magic literally fights for dominance. All our power goes into trying to take the other. It was a battle I had no hope of winning. My defences vanished before the tsunami of his will, and I was conscious of his first thrust into my body. A thrust into my body. A thrust into my mind. His own lust controlled him through all of this. His claws continued to grasp and squeeze my breasts, kneading them as he used my helpless body. Finally his seed exploded forth into my body, setting off my own orgasm. I bucked and cried, overjoyed at being taken, at the possibility that life would one day spring forth from my. And in that moment I knew my place in the world. -----