Silk stood at the entrance to the cave. She needed to find out what was happening to her, the dreams and visions. All of her questions lead her here. The occupant was the only promise of answers. The villagers told her an old dragon lived inside. He was a relic from a past so ancient that most people didn't remember it.
"Mr. Dragon, sir? May I come in?" she called out. There was no answer. She sniffed the air. No sulfur but she could smell smoke and meat cooking. Her stomach growled.
"Light," she whispered. A small soft pink ball of light appeared in her hand. Cautiously she entered the cave. She would get her answers or die trying.
When she emerged into the cavern, she found a small house set up. There was a kitchen area along with a table and two chairs. Two plates were set out with food. Close by was a large bed and on the opposite wall was a library and study area.
"My queen, you've came back," a voice whispered from behind her.
"Um, I'm sorry. You must have me confused with someone else. I am not your queen." Silk felt awkward at the thought that she could be a queen. She was a strong but simple mage.
"Your aura says otherwise." The stranger stood in the shadows. It was difficult for her to get a good look at him. He had light colored hair, mostly cut close but he had a single long braid extended past his shoulder. The man appeared to be middle aged like her but he was very muscular under his grey robes.
"My aura?" Silk couldn't hide the confusion she felt.
"Come sit and eat. I made Cassoulet." The man walked past her, close enough she could see his eyes were the same as hers. His were a deep red compared to her soft amber. Silk followed him over to the table. He reached out and took her staff and bag. When he tried to take her cloak she refused, pulling it closer around her body. It wasn't anything fancy but it's magic hid her large breasts and full hips.
"My queen, I have seen your body. There is no reason to hide it from me. Please allow me to clean the garment and mend the spells and cloth." He held out massive hands and waited patiently. Silk looked at them and then his eyes. They were soft red. Slowly she unclasped her cloak and handed it to him.
"What is your name sir?"
"You called me Mr. Dragon a few moments ago. Is that not what you wish to call me?" A playful smile formed on his lips.
"No it is not." Silk was embarrassed. "I would like to address you properly."
"I am the dragon known as Spark. I served you when you were our queen and I trained your grandfathers. We all thought your mother was the reborn but she had no talent for pure magic or for beast control." Spark had begun to explain but stopped.
"If this is all true, you are hundreds of years old." Silk stared at him. He looked to be in his mid fourties. Magic users looked young but this was unheard of.
"I am far older than that. I am not among the Dawn Dragons but only slightly younger." He held out his hand for her. She could feel his eyes trace her large breasts and the curves of her hips. "Please eat. We will discuss lineage later."
Silk wished she had kept her cloak but something in her trusted Spark. She took his hand and walked with him to the table. They sat and ate in silence.
When they were done Spark cleared the table and returned. He sat across from her with his hands folded on the table. "You may ask me any questions you have and I will try to answer as clearly as possible."
"Alright. Please tell me if I am correct: You think I am your queen reborn. You are one of the few remaining dragons left in this world and you trained my grandfathers."
"Yes, that is mostly correct, a very simple humanistic explanation of it but true."
"If I am reborn, then how did I die? When did I die? This is all assuming that I am your queen." Silk still did not believe that she was a queen. She sat back, crossed her arms and waited for his answers.
"You died at the hands of the humans two thousand years ago. You surrendered yourself to them to bring peace. They feared our kind and hunted us. You were the last female so that meant once you were dead there would be no more dragons born. Humans did not know that we have the ability shift into and mate with other species. There are millions of dragon hybrids out there. You, my queen, chose the strongest magic line and were reborn."
"But you said my mother couldn't use magic."
"No, she couldn't use pure magic. She could use simple spells. Your father and his parents could use the ancient pure magic. Your mother's parents could as well. We think your mother's magic was used to conceive you. The magic needed to birth a Chaos Beast is immense."
"So my mother had a magical uterus." Silk couldn't help but laugh. Her parents had been murdered when she was young and she grew up listening to fantastic stories her grandfather would tell her. They all started to feel too real now. Spark was sharing things that she had only heard from her grandfather.
"He wasn't crazy. He was trying to share memories and knowledge, to pass them along to you the only way he was comfortable." Spark paused. She could tell he was trying to figure out how to explain something.
"Alright, so he wasn't crazy. You're not crazy and neither am I. If I am your queen, why would I be reborn now, thousands of years later?"
"You promised you would return when you thought humans, dragons and all the other species could accept each other. Maybe now is the right time." Spark shrugged.
"The world is in chaos. I don't see that happening." Silk leaned forward on her elbows and studied him.
"If you collect the genetic memories from the Dawn Dragons and other Chaos Beasts it is possible."
"I am afraid to ask but, how do I do that?"
"You must collect their basic genetic material." Spark explained casually.
"Wait, did I hear you correctly? Please dumb it down for me." She did not like what he was explaining. A knot formed in her stomach at the thought of what he was suggesting.
"You must mate with them. The eggs you lay will have the worlds history and they will become ambassadors to all other species."
Silks jaw hit the table. She was just told by an ancient dragon she had to whore herself out in order to breed the ultimate ambassador and save the dragon species from extinction.
"You do realize how crazy you sound. How am I to find all the Dawn Dragons and Chaos Beasts, let alone sleep with them? That could take centuries."
"I can prove to you that I am not crazy." Spark moved to the floor in front of her. "I will pledge my allegiance to you in this life and show you how the transfer happens."
"Um, I'm not sure about this." Silk sat straight in her chair and guarded her crotch. She could feel an ache stirring inside her. It had been months since she had been with someone. Every time she had, it felt like something was missing. She had been left unsatisfied.
Spark looked up at her with his soft red eyes. He was pleading. She had a feeling he had loved his queen in her past life. If the memories did not transfer he would know she wasn't his queen. That could be dangerous but so could refusing him outright. She was dealing with a religious fanatic.
"Okay. But if the memory transfer doesn't happen and I am not your queen, you will not retaliate against me in any way. Do you agree?"
"I agree, if you are not my queen I will protect and escort you to the closest town. But when the memories start to come back, I will be here to assist in any way you need." Spark smiled at her.
"Deal." Silk took a deep breath.
Spark unbuckled her boots and tossed them aside. He began kissing her knee and trailed his tongue up her inner thigh. Silk watched as his tongue lengthened and split. He nuzzled his cheek against her thigh as his tongue explored further under her skirt. The warm wet appendage felt good. Spark slid his hands up her leg and under her skirt. Silk lifted her hips and butt slightly so he could pull her panties off.
She heard him sniff as his tongue traced her outer lips. You didn't have to be a beast of any kind to smell her arousal. He knew exactly what she liked. Spark carefully pushed his tongue around her slick opening. His thumb rubbed her clit causing it to grow more pronounced.
Silk slid down the chair, exposing herself to him. He let out a soft pleased growl as he slid her skirt up. She watched as his lips brushed hers. Soft moans began to rise from her. Spark pushed his tongue inside her pussy. It was thin but strong. She could feel it stroking her walls. She wasn't sure how, but it began to grow in size. Spark pulled his now thick tongue out slowly, pulling some of her wetness with it.
Spark pushed his tongue back and forth, in and out. While he massaged her clit. With his free hand he reached up under her shirt and began fondling her breasts. His fingers worked their way to her nipple and began to pinch and roll it.
He pulled his tongue from her body and she whimpered. Silk never thought something could feel so good. Spark quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers and his tongue began to tickle her clit. The man was thousands of years old and he knew how to pleasure someone. Silk pulled one knee up close to her body and began grabbing her other breast.
Everything began to cause a buildup of pleasure. Spark tickled her clit with his tongue while he fingered her and teased her nipple. Juice began to run from Silk's swollen pussy as her walls began to twitch and pulse. Then everything tightened and she orgasmed. Sparks tongue traced where his fingers disappear inside her. He growled as she groaned.
When Silk opened her eyes, Spark pulled himself out and away from her. He dropped his robe revealing his hard cock and muscular body. He reached down and pulled her to standing. She couldn't help but look down at his massive member. It was hard and twice the size of anything she had ever had before.
"Wait, that is hu...." She started to protest. Spark ripped her skirt off and let it fall to the floor. She tried to back away but he grabbed her shirt and tore it away as well. Her large breasts and curves were exposed. Spark smiled and growled again. His eyes flashed as he spun her around and bent her over the table.
Before she could protest or cast any spell he rammed his cock inside her. Silk screamed as his massive member slammed its way to her womb. It felt like he was splitting her in two. His hands grabbed her breasts as he slowly pulled back. She felt claws sinking into the flesh of her breasts but the pleasure of his cock rubbing her pussy pushed the pain aside.
