The Lonley Forest.

The sounds of gentle running water, as fresh water poured into a mountain lake, the sound of large wings, as a large golden scaled dragon settled down on the edge of the lake. Few noises of the forest changed as this large predator settled down to stretch his neck down to the water, his tongue lapping the water, drinking it.

“It’s almost too quiet here.” he talked to himself, as the sunlight rose above the tree, striking his golden scales, almost sparkling. As his tail splashed in the water, startling a couple fish, he chuckled. Yet rising his head, drops of water still dripping down from his jaw, looking at the sunlight. “It is quite peaceful here.” There was a game to hunt, fresh water to drink, and nothing for miles that could challenge him as a predator. Yet he stirred, part of him missed the humans, their cities, the people. There were always those who simply awed at seeing him, he had lived long enough to know that the mere sight of him, especially like now, in the new sunlight, as his scales shined, that it would be an impressive sight. He knew it was, as he remembered his family, his siblings. The memories of them in similar situations were enough to understand. He tried not to be arrogant, yet he still was a Dragon.

Yet the attention was also the reason he was now here, miles away from any town or city. Too many humans confused his golden scales for actual gold. True he knew they were worth alot, but you had to know what you were working with. To a Magus or a trained blacksmith, but one expecting to steal a scale and thinking they were getting that much gold, were sadly mistaken, and then to have to face an angry dragon.

“Nobles, and Commoners alike, all tried to hunt me. Lord and Lady as well, some were after the gold I think while others I think wanted to prove themselves.” The silence out here had taken him some time to adjust to. The cry of a bird, the roar of a bear. The only real interactions he had out here was the local pack of wolves. They were intelligent, perhaps too intelligent. He suspected their pack leader was far more than a common wolf. Yet they offered respect, shared their kills, and he in turn would hunt farther abroad and share his kills as well.

Yet wolves made lousy subjects, and he did miss the interactions. A small grin, “Some were actually fun to fight.” Some were just curious to see what he could do, if they could survive, some went through redeciouls rituals to call him out to fight. Yet with humans he could never be certain. There were some he actually trained with and trust, but far too few could be counted there. Most were there to claim something, his scales to sell, or perhaps his head as a trophy. Some ended in their deaths, refusing to submit, refusing to give up and others simply ended up a humiliated noble being forced to walk back through town with torn and broken armor.

Yet what he did miss, was when his opponent was a female. It could have been some Lord’s daughter, who took to using the sword wanting to prove herself. Or perhaps an indebite lady, who was simply trying to turn their fortunes around. Yet for them he took great care to ensure they all ended up on the ground. As one claw pins her to the ground, the other claw slowly removes the armor or clothes they were wearing waist down. Smelling their fear as they stared at defeat. Feeling their hearts race as they were pinned.Some knew what he was going to do as he moved over top of them, struggling all the more. While others trembled with fear, fearing death only panicking more as they felt his thick scaled shaft between her legs.

A lone howl from a wolf, brought him back to reality. A click, a launch, the sudden sensation of terrible magics as he brought his head a little lower. Dragon Killer… he knew the magics well as a bolt flew past where his head had been. His scales, his flesh, even his bones would not stop anything enchanted with that. A single arrow, bolt or blade could mean his end. Not wasting a second has he heard a curse, as heard the crossbow being loaded.

He wasted little time, all but leaping towards the forest, thankful he had hunted well in these woods, knowing where he would fit and where he would not. Not stopping to think about anything until he was surrounded by trees. That magic.. it was rare. It was not something easily achieved. Could his attacker be a Magus capable of such magic, or perhaps they paid to have their equipment enchanted with it.

Ultimately he had to be able to see this person without them seeing him, he had to be able to find out who they were. Yet it was not like a Dragon could sneak, even moving along well traveled paths through this forest he made noise. Flight away was always an option, but he did not dare attack from the air. That would be opening him up, he doubted she would miss such an obvious target a second time. No, what he needed was confusion, a distraction and he knew just had to create such. As a Gold Dragon, he was in the line of earth Dragons, most of his kinda stuck to the deserts, as they had an affinity for sand. Yet the forest was not without sand. He was already heading to one such spot. A couple areas of this forest, the soil got way too sandy to grow trees. He had located these spots, and had already worked to separate the sand and soil. Approaching the first area his work was already done. A sand sculpture in his likness. True it was not as golden as he was, so they might not attack it. Yet he would be able to tempoarily see through it if they did not and he would be able to launch a single attack from it. Yet he knew they would be on his trail as he started heading to the next area.

Legs….

Only a couple moments after he left that spot that his attention snapped back. As he got to see his attacker… long soft barley tanned legs, to up higher was a leather skirt. Around the waist was a belt, and a padded leather jerkin was over it. He would have to pause and focus, cursing his own habits, already mentally removing that skirt. Small to Medium but a well developed chest. And waist length black hair. He did not recognize the face, nothing stood out. Her fair skin, did me that she had previously avoided the sun, must mean that she was most likely nobility. She stared at the sand dragon, having it grab her attention but she did not waste a bolt on it. Yet he studied her, a quiver on her back, he could spot a couple dozen bolts. The crossbow in her hands was loaded, and readied. She would be able to fire as soon as she had a target. And from the last shot she did have good aim. He also saw a blade at her side, if it was enchanted to, it would be just as deadly in close range if it got to that. As she lowered her crossbow, and continued to follow him, that sand sculpture would explode. Not with any amount of dangerous force, not just enough to spray sand everywhere. Sand her clothing, her hair, down her shirt. He could no longer see her anymore, but he imagined that she was momentarily surprised by that and brushing the sand out. Yet focusing for a moment, he would know where she is now for atleast a couple hours. Yet he also smirked, he also now had an even better idea of her dimensions.. She was definitely fit, not fat, as he expected no less for a nobless, to have tracked him out here. Yet he was also curious if she had come alone. Could she return to her camp and get more of those bolts, would someone come looking for her if she went missing. Or was someone else equally equipped, out there hunting him as well.

Finally he approached the next sand pit. Another sculpture of himself out of sand was already there. She would be warry of this one, and that is what he hoped. The sand was loose here, vey loose, and as he walked passed, to a small cave, as his energies went out to the sand.

She approached only a short time, as she stepped onto the sand, she did not notice her foot was sinking, her attention was on the sand dragon again, she did not realize until it was too late that Hee boots were sinking. Yet this was no normal quick sand as he actively pulled her down into it.

It was not until her knee went under that she started to panic.

“Help” she cried out, “Cecilia help” until the sand claimed her stomach and then chest, and then she simply struggled to breathe.

Another figure would approach the sand, uttering a small curse as she stayed on the edges. An elf, female, definitely older than the girl trapped. Yet definitely more dangerous as he did not need a moment to realize she was the source of the magic.

“I would not approach” he warned, echoing his voice through the sand sculpture.

Her eyes shot to the sand sculpture and then to the cave he had crawled into.

‘I can kill you with the word Dragon….” The elf snarled out.

“Then why have you not already? You have no sight of me, and you would not have revealed your presence to me if you did not care about the girl.

The girl up to her neck in sand, very clearly struggling to breathe.

“Let her go” the elf demanded.

“As strong as you are, You are not in a place to make demands. Look around you elf, look at the sand she is trapped in, if you half the Magus I know you are you will see what kind of danger you and her are already in.”

Pausing, the elf closed her eyes then she opened her eyes sharply.

“Sand is my element, but this is even more of it. This stand has ground down scales I have surrendered to it, mixed into it. This my lair, the sand here is an extension of myself. The air you have breathed has inhaled me. I know the magic you have.. I know learning it puts a mark on you from every single Dragon, every single person who will answer the coins that a richer Dragon would put on your life. And don’t think for a moment that this knowledge will die with me.”

The elf glared at him, yet the light of her eyes faded, to a bit of sorrow. “What about her?”

Glancing over, the sand loosen its grip on her, as she inhaled sharply. Breathing deep. “Why are you here? What have you gotten against me that you came here to hunt me?”

“Because your a vile pig, and a distugsting beast….I know what you plan on doing to her, what you would do to me if you could.”

“Tell me? If someone came to kill you and you killed them in self defence would you feel guilty? Even if you wished to let them go, would you not want to do something that they would never forget? That might make them think twice about trying again? Yet if I killed all the fools that tried to kill me, then their brothers, siblings, their children would seek to kill them. Yet if I defeat them, humilating them, make it known that they are humiliated, they might hate me… but they will always remember that shame, and just might reconsider trying again, and by that I might spare the endless cycle of revenge. Why are you an Elf? Helping a human. Why would you care if she lives or dies?”

Utterly defeat, the Elf looks down. “I have a blood debt to her and her family. They saved my life. She asked for my help.”

“Can you tell me why she wishes to see me dead?”

“Let her answer that for herself?” The elf spoke.

“You killed my mother.” She snapped out as soon as she could breath. “I will see you dead for the vile things you did to her.”

“You’re hardly in a position to make threats. And I did not kill your mother”

“She died after returning from you, after what you put inside her.”

He paused and chuckled studying her. “I believe I remember the one. Quick little thing, same hair as yours… she managed to sneak up on me in my sleep. “Cute little thing” he said with a chuckle.. “Attack me was the only way she could get money for medicine for her daughter…which I assume would have been you. She did pay for her attack, like all do, but she left my lair with a large diamon and a gold necklace.”

At the mention of a necklace the girls looked down, trying to look away.

“Yet I did not kill her. If she died due to childbirth because of what I left inside her, then that is unfortunate, but natural. Given her size, it could have been her first child, you that killed her before she ever attacked me.Yet while I do not regret the punishment, her death is a sad thing.”

Looking at the girl and then back to the elf. “I will ensure that she does not suffer her mother’s fate. You have not attacked me directly, so I have no reason to punish you unless you wish to change that here and now.”

The elf listening, yet something he said, caught her attention.

“Do you plan on ….” not finishing her sentence, not wanting to say the words.

“Yes” he spoke, his grin almost audible. “She is going to be mine.”

The girl looked afraid, yet the Elf understood alot more than that.

“My’lady…. We have lost… My presence here now only puts both our lives at risk.”

“Cecilia … don’t leave.” the girl cried out, trying to struggle against the stand again.

“Your strong my’lady… you know what I have been through. When you return… seek me out.”

The girl now was visibly panicking, yet with tears… the elf turned away. His grip on her tightening, choking her, preventing her from trying to plead and beg, for her to stay. The elf looked back at the Dragon’s sculpture one more time before stepping away. Knowing he had deliberately prevented a scene, and perhaps the girl from issuing threats or insults to her aid who was forced to abandon her.

As she left, he emergered from his cave, as his grip on her loosened a bit, another desperate deep breath… “So you finally showed yourself.. Coward.”

Chuckles, “You are hardly in a spot to insult me…. You have already lost the weapons you have that could harm me. And you know as well as I that I have already gotten rid of your clothing and armor.” As smirk as he grinned looking at her as she suddenly gasped with shock. Trying to squirm from what she was feeling right now…

“Yes, you are already completely in my control, and while it might be fun to toy with you. Right now that is just sand, and that won’t be that comfortable in the long run.” The sand forming finges, into a hand, as it lifted her up out of the pit, true enough to his word, she was now naked entirely, the sand that had entraped her, had deliberately worn away her clothing. As she is uncermously dumped infront of him, as she tries to get up, the sand wrapped around her ankles, and wrists, locking her on her hands and knees.

Her skin was smooth and perfect, not a mark, blemish, not even a freckle marring her thin well toned body. He eyes her body, as he scanned down her soft back, even sex, was trimmed and well shaved.

As he moved ontop of her, she struggled, squirmed, as his shaft was placed behind her, against her sex… “Please No… not this..”

“Would you have spared my life if I had begged for it? If you had your way, I would be dead. Yet I am the victor and you are now my prize.” as he drove himself into her. she was definitely tight, her body having no choice but to squeeze that shaft, as he drove into her. She had braced for pain, but after the second thrust, he tears started to flow, as he drove into her. Then she went slielnt, her body out of tears, out of breath, out of energy to cry or scream anymore. As he continued to drive into her, each thrust restrained from what he could do, but he enjoyed it all the same. Growling with pleasure with each thrust down into her, coming down into her with a constant speed, as he groaned louder. Until finally his seed shot down into her, he seed flooding into her, even as it covers her backside, and hips, and spilling out down her legs. She all but fell off his shaft, crumpling down to the ground, bringing his head down against her chest, he could feel a heartbeat, feeling her breathing even if it was shallow.

“Dragon.” a familiar voice rang out… “Have you kept your word? Does she live?”

Growling a bit as the Elf approached again, calmly.

“I come with a proposition” staring out at her, the Elf was naked, her body on display. A scared and beaten up body. “I cannot… leave my lady here…. And she owns me… which means that if you now own here… I should as well belong to you.”

“Why would you not just take your freedom, go wherever you want to go?”

“Inpart I have nowhere to go? My lands are destroyed, and most of my people are killed. She took me in when I was simply used property. I cannot leave her…” looking down… “And now… knowing that once you have finished claiming her as a mate, her life will be bound to you, she will live far longer. She will not pass away like all of kind do, I even more want to remain at her side…”

“You do realize that if I claim you, your magic will be useless against me, and that knowing your powers, It is impossible to trust you, I will not be gentle.”

“Knowing my own powers… I cannot trust you not to make good on your threat. Yet I know Dragons do not like to share, and if I am yours, and you would become that target amongst your own kind, that knowing my threat to you, you would not be willing to give me up and willing to defend against any other Dragon that might want to end my life. So my gift as magic becomes valuable to you to protect. Plus… as you can see, I have suffered at the hands of the worst of my own kind, as well as the worst of the humans, I can endure more.“

He chuckles, “I would expect nothing less from an elf.” As he spread his wings, his forepaws plucking her from the ground, bringing her back against his stomach as he took to the air, flying straight up… holding body loosely in his foreclaws, his shaft between her legs.

A smile from the Elf, as she trembled at the massive shaft, she admired the Dragons plan, she could kill the Dragon now easily but she would most certainly fall to her death. As she felt his claw tighten she braced for pain as he pulled her down on his shaft, forcing it into her. The Dragons flight would control his thrust as his large claw loosely held her. As he gained altitude she would be forced onto that shaft, the Dragon would let himself fall, letting much lighter body be pulled up his shaft only to her come crashing down on it as he caught himself and ascended yet again, feeling every beat of his powerful wings, as that would only seem to try to force himself in deeper.

His shaft slid into her, lubricated by the dragon’s own seed, and there the previous girl’s blood and fluid. The Dragon flew wildly, enjoying both the flight, and having the elf riding his shaft. Grunting with each flap, yet the flight would last for a while, as the Dragon had already emptied himself earlier, yet with each drip and diving, each time she was forced to ride that shaft, it would simulate and thicken again, stretching the already stretched elf. The Dragon would emit a cries of pleasure as his shaft would bury down into her, feeling his pulse as she filled up with his seed. Coming close to the ground he would let the elf go, before landing a short distance already. He grinned, today had turned out quite well. Claiming that girl alone was a prizing, and that elf was just a bonus. Yet tired from the flight he would settle down, watching the elf stumble towards the girl, hand softly stroking her, as she collapsed beside her.

“Celest…why are you here?” the girl, rising and stunned.

“I could not leave … alone you with the Dragon… ”

“You can kill it? Now with your Magic?”

“No I cannot”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because I surrendered to the Dragon”

“Why did you kill him?”

“Because of you.” he elf said with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“Just as I said, because of you…” wrapping her arm gently around her she laid back down on the ground. “Come… here Aimee, please I have not healed yet…”

As she moved, “Why don’t I hurt.” Trembling as she recalled what the Dragon did to her, trembling as she saw the Dragon sleeping only feet away from her.

“Because the Dragon doesn’t want you to be hurting.”

“Why don’t we just kill it and go home.”

“Because we both belong to him now.” she held up a finger to hush her, and motioned for her to come closer. “I don’t think you want his attention right now. Let him sleep.” As she gently placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, lying down on the ground and bringing the girl back down onto her, her head lying against her breast, as her fingers slowly gently slid down her chest, and along her breasts, stroking softly against them.

“Aimee, you special, I know it, and the Dragon knows it. Yet now I can tell you and let you know how much I think that.”

“What are you doing?” the girl Aimee, simply just stared at the elven hands as they rubbed her shoulders.

“Relax…” as her hands massaged her shoulders, stroking across her breasts. “I could not say anything before… as an Elf… I will barely age, but I would have to see you grow old and die..Yet as we now both belong to the Dragon… neither of us will die until he dies. You will live as long as I do, and I now will never have to watch you die.”

As her hands continued to massage her shoulders, then starting to stroke down to her sides, as a single finger slid along her sex. “It doesn’t matter what we go through together.”

“The Elf is right, you are quite special.” he spoke, as he had been watching them. “And I know why she is drawn to you as much as I am.”

Aimee heard the Dragon tighten right up, yet Celest the Elf did not move, holding Aimee against her chest, one hand holding her, pulling her close, as her fingers still slid along her sex. A quiver of pleasure shot through Aimee, yet she was utterly confused. Rather innocent, was the Elf holding her so she could not escape the Dragon? Yet her body was so warm, her touch so pleasurable, so gentle. She knew just where to touch, that let soft waves of pleasure.

Yet the Dragon was approaching, moving overtop of them both. Its shaft pushed from beneath his scales as she could feel it. Yet it was the elf that he penetrated the first. Yet as he penetrated the elf, she could feel each and every stroke against her. Celest continued to stroke her fingers, between Aimee’s legs, even around the shaft. Yet the Dragon went in slowly enough, that she was surprised as well as he utterly a soft moan of pleasure. Only for her to feel empty as the shaft moved up and slowly penetrated Aimee. As soon as she felt him, she braced for the pain, wanting to escape but she was in between the Dragon and the elf, yet despite her fear, her body had been aroused by the elf’s touch, as she sharft pushed in, stretching her. Yet Celest was there, holding her gently the entire time, her fingers still sliding along her sex, even as the Dragon pulled out to return to the elf. Yet each time it returned to her, it went easier, until she wanted it, longed for it when it was not there. The elves fingers never leaving her,

The Dragon would groan and grunt as it enjoyed burying itself within the two women, he could feel the rising excitement of Aimee, as her body began to press into his shaft every time it returned, the elf aroused. He would bring the elf to climax first, but even that was muted and suppressed, finally returning to Aimee to finish off inside her, as the young woman was brought to the edge, and over it. A bit of jealousy flashed across the elf’s face, as he roared with his own pleasure, his seed filling up Aimee, as the rest of it would spill out between the two women.

As the Dragon pulled out, and backed off.”The bond is complete… your mine now. And I can feel it already, your gift of magic is now awake.”

She blinked at those words, still coming down from her first climax, she barely even noticed the elfs movement. Yet she would feel the elfs lips press against hers in a kiss. “The Dragon did whatI failed to do… You have the giftings of an Arch Druid… yet your magic would not awaken. A gift that is rare, and usually only appears in the Elves.”

Aimee felt the kiss, and faintly returned. She did not completely understand what the elf said, but she felt empty, as if something had been taken. Yet as she just laid there, the elf smiling down at her, she felt the forest around her, felt all of the nature around them, and every single animal there. The elf radiated with that same power.

Yet she also could feel fire, as and a connection to the very earth beneath her, as the Dragons fire was also inside her, even as her eyes closed briefly she could still see and feel the Dragon.

Stepping away, out of his lair, he breathed the air, admiring his sand. Both of his new possessions had magic that he would borrow, strengthening him. He now had more than the wolves had his subjects, more than he could have hoped for. As their power, would be borrowed to extend his own.

Celest would teach Aimee how to use her magics, as the girl would grow powerful, and yet he would both compete with the Elf for Aimee, yet as she adjusted to the change, she ended up welcoming the attention of both himself and the elf. In time, a few other elves would show up, drawn by her magic, along with a few humans. A small settlement, and then a small village. The elf would willingly serve the Dragon, though it was clear who her affections were for, doing her best to suppress any reaction to the Dragon’s attention, yet respected the Dragon for it all the same. She afterall, was able to express herself to Aimee, and also be reconnected to her own people.