When I wake up, I find that I'm alone in the small clearing in which Nightwing and I had camped. I look about, and find that the puddle of ejaculate we had made has either dried into nothingness, or has simply disappeared - as I can say with certainty that I'm not laying in it.
I stand and bend, my back sore from our...well, to be blunt, our insane fucking last night. I can't help but grin to myself as I remember how awesome it was. Who knew that sex with a dragonness could be so rewarding?
Poking about in search for something to eat provides a sufficient distraction, and I don't notice as Nightwing walks into the clearing until she's standing right in front of me. I look up as I notice her with a smile, but it fades as I notice something...odd.
"Uh...Nightwing?"
"Yes, Slave?"
"Uhm...you're bald."
She smirks at me, running a hand over her newly balded head. As she steps back, I notice that her face has taken on slightly more reptilian features - an elongated jaw, a more defined brow, and less of a nose and more of a snout. Somehow, it is both beautiful...and terrifying.
"Do you like it?" She asks, stretching her wings out to their full length - which, once again, is beautiful and terrifying. Seems to be a theme with her, doesn't it? "It was getting in the way of my wings - and besides, I didn't like how I looked with such human features. It seemed too...alien."
I nod and stand. "Well, in any case, I like it." I smile at her, and quickly gesture towards the clothes she's wearing, which we had taken off during our fuckfest last night. "So, you managed to get them on yourself?"
"With a small amount of magic, yes," she responds, sounding slightly exasperated. "It's more difficult than it seems..."
"Just give it time - you'll get used to it," I assure her. "Now - for breakfast. What d'you want? I found some cereal in the bags - I'm assuming that you're an omnivore now?"
"Why would you assume such a thing?" She asks, genuinely confused.
"Well, you've become human - surely, you've taken on more human attributes than just a human form."
"Hm...perhaps. Shall we test this theory of yours?"
"I don't see why not."
I pour her a bowl of cereal, and we sit next to each other as we eat. Her tail swishes, and I feel it against my back. I smile, and Nightwing begins to laugh.
"You know...having you as my slave has been incredibly rewarding," she informs me. I remain silent as she eats another spoonful of grains fashioned into cereal, clearly both enjoying the food and properly ingesting it. "I've been sexually stimulated for the first time in...oh, four hundred; five hundred years...I've already experienced a multitude of human emotions from our intimacy, which will help me in dealing with my new form, as well as the new magnitude to which I am able to experience emotions..." She sighs as she reclines, placing her empty bowl on the ground next to her. "Hm...life is good."
I smirk as I put aside my cereal, as well. "And I get to have sex with a bombshell of a woman-er, dragoness. Seems like a win-win to me."
She shrugs. "I guess that's simply a perk of being my slave - most dragons would have simply raped you, should they have the urge to partake in coitus. You're lucky I allowed for you to decide the pace."
I nod, and sigh. I can feel Nightwing watching me as I recline, as well. "Slave, what are you doing?"
"Hm?" I look to her in confusion.
"Clean up. You don't expect me to clean up my own bowl, do you?"
"Well - yeah, it's part of being human: having responsibilities. You'll have to get used to it if you want to -" I'm cut short by a sharp slap across the face, leaving a large streak of burning pain on my face. I place my hand to the sensitive skin, looking to Nightwing in confusion. I suddenly remember her incredible size in her full-dragon form, and I feel my fear resurfacing.
"What did I say about respect?" She demands, darkly. "You will speak to me as your superior - never your inferior, boy. Now - clean up, and I suggest you do a good job of it. I'm already cross with you, and you would not like to see me in a state of pure anger."
I nod, humbly going about cleaning up the remains of our breakfast. Needless to say, I'm taken by surprise - and scared to an even greater degree - when Nightwing grasps me, and practically tackles me into a nearby bush. I keep silent as I flinch away from her, waiting for another slap. I'm surprised again when she holds me by the arm, as if for both comfort and to ensure I won't move.