The tavern was remarkably lively, considering its isolation. Nestled in a small mining town, it was unlikely they ever received visitors -- much less a priestess and a dragon -- and it showed in their hospitality. Wine flowed steadily as did mouths, the sleepy town coming to life to greet its visitors. A barrage of greetings, questions, and offers of hospitality alike threatened to overwhelm the travelers. Still, the rustic comfort of the town was welcome reprieve from endless desert and a gentle distraction from the events of the day.
On a scale of one to ten, today probably ranked as about two. Sure, John had been raped for hours on end and humiliated by the dragon he swore to slay. On the other hand, he was a dragon now. That was kinda cool. Overall, not the worst day possible, but also one he would like to forget. Fortunately, forgetfulness could be easily purchased for a few copper a stein. Or, if one was a dragon, ten gold a barrel.
By his third barrel, most of the townsfolk returned to their own tables, leaving him and Agatha to sit alone at a table near the back. Rather, his head sat at the table. The rest of his body lay on the other side of the window on account of being about the same size as the tavern. Adapting to the size of his new body was not going to be easy, but at least he would have help. Much to his surprise, Agatha seemed to have dropped her usual bitterness for genuine compassion. She seemed to have declared herself his caretaker, filling in for his missing hands where his new claws lacked the requisite dexterity, as well as providing moral support. If he was being honest, it was a little unsettling. She seemed almost possessive ever since he finished recounting his tale. For a moment, he was worried that she was going to march into the cave and give the dragon a piece of her mind. He had seen her angry before, but this was the first time she had been truly mad. Since then, she had been doing her best to keep him engaged in small talk and keep his mind occupied. It was her suggestion that brought them to the tavern in the first place. As unwonted as her behavior was, it was nice to know that she had his back.
At this particular moment, however, it seemed as though it was his turn to give her a hand. Going drink-for-drink with a dragon had not been her wisest decision of the day and it seemed as though she was now beginning to suffer the consequences. John was far from sober himself, but it did not take the wisdom of a paladin to tell that she was walking a tightrope of consciousness. He decided it was time to leave, picking her up gently in his mouth and pulling her out the window. More than a few pairs of eyes watched with a mixture of expressions, though none spoke. Whether they recognized his intentions or decided that they could not stop him if they wanted to he did not know, though he did not particularly care, either. The day had drained pretty much all of his energy and what he presumed to be all of his semen. He struggled back to camp, tucking in his charge as well as he could manage before collapsing in a disordered heap on the ground.
An incredible heat wrapped around the base of John's draconic member. The fruits of last night's indiscretions blossomed, a splitting headache briefly distracting him from the mysterious pressure. It was not until the smell of hot steel and fire invaded his consciousness that he dared open his eyes and face the worst of his hangover. He scanned the room, bleary eyes taking in only bits and pieces. He lay on his back, legs pointing lamely towards the sky. Agatha stood between his hind legs, silhouetted ominously by a sizable fire. She did not seem to notice his gaze, her attention focused on his groin. Seconds ticked by as he watched her work, not wanting or not able to parse what she was doing. A thick band of steel, dull yellow with heat, wrapped about the base of his shaft. Agatha poked and prodded it with a pair of tongs as she adjusted its fit. A few light taps later, she smiled, seemingly content with her work.
"Oh, don't be a pussy. Fire can't hurt you. I did promise to help you train with your new body, didn't I? I think we should start with teaching you a bit of restraint."
Of course her kindness last night had been a trick. Why would anything nice ever happen? He clawed at the iron band impatiently yet was unable to find purchase. His talons made exceptional weapons but lacked the finesse to remove the device, at least if he wished to stay a whole man.
"Struggle all you want, I will wait. I can entertain myself."
With the pull of a cord, she was naked. He had seen her nude form before, but never this close. He could not help but stare at her perfect body. Wide-hipped and voluptuous, she had the figure of a fertility goddess. She stepped forward and climbed upon him, leg wrapped about his abdomen. She reclined, supporting herself with her hands as she put herself on display. Her back arched, giving the stricken dragon an impressive view of the underside of her breasts. Had he hands, it would have been all he could do to resist groping them, each globe of her ample flesh demanding the full devotion of all ten fingers. Her wide hips lie open, brazenly exposing her already-damp sex. Her arousal was palpable, his enhanced senses picking up the sound of her quickening heartbeat and the gentle smell of sex coming out of her. He watched as a single finger dipped into her flushed folds and disappeared inside. She sighed with pleasure as she drove her finger deeper, knuckles coming to rest against her parted lips. Without pulling out, she slipped in a second finger and then a third before she began pumping.
