A Lesson in Swordplay

Main Pairing: F human x M Drakon (Humanoid/Anthro dragon race, similar to dragonborn)

Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, scaly, choking, oral, vaginal, cock worship, messy cumshot

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The sharp clang of steel striking steel rang across the guild training hall. Helena gripped her longsword, taking a loose fighting stance as she traded blow after blow with a magically-animated training dummy. It was a basic construct, mounted on a stake and able to perform simple parries and strikes in reaction to its opponent.

She stayed in the training hall later than most. It was past evening, with only a handful of folks still honing their skills at this hour. Frankly, she preferred it that way -- fewer men making crass remarks or making passes at her as if they'd never seen a woman with a sword before.

Parrying a downward sword strike from the dummy, Helena retaliated with a feint, moving as if she were going to strike at its chest. The dummy promptly raised its shield.

Helena smirked and abruptly transitioned into a stabbing blow aimed at its stomach region. The construct picked up on her trick a second too late, unable to lower its blade in time to stop her from piercing the thick, layered fabric of its body.

"Gotcha!"

The construct hummed in defeat, arms falling limp at its sides.

Helena wiped the sweat from her forehead and swiped back a lock of dark hair hanging from her ponytail. That was her... Tenth victory in a row against the construct? She lost count a while ago.

It was better than fighting a dummy without magic, but still felt like a far cry from dueling with a real, living opponent.

She was about to reactivate the construct for one more round when heavy footsteps caught her attention, followed by a dull clap.

"Impressive! I'm starting to feel bad for it -- maybe you should just let it win this next round." Tirak chuckled, a wry smile stretched across his scaly snout.

There was always one person Helena could count on seeing, at least.

Tirak was the owner and manager of the guild's training hall. His appearance always drew attention and commanded a degree of respect -- not necessarily for his position, but simply for being a drakon, descended from the mighty dragons of old. He towered over most humans, and Helena was no exception.

The drakon's scales were colored the darkest shade of obsidian, fading into a softer grayish tan around his chiseled pecs and muscular abdominals. Two dark, curved horns jutted from his head. It wasn't hard to notice his physique, given that Tirak didn't bother wearing a shirt, just some armored leather slacks.

Goddess, it was like him and his big, dumb muscles were trying to distract from her training.

"I'll be the scourge of training dummies across the land at this rate." Helena laughed.

Despite his rugged, draconic features -- or maybe because of them -- Tirak's smile could always put her at ease. "You may be surprised by how few dummies you'll encounter in the wild."

"Yeah. That was the joke." She winked at him. "They're pretty simple once you figure'em out. They react to you, sure, but they don't think like a fighter."

"Well, you could've sparred with someone earlier," he said with a shrug, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Not now, since I'll need to close up soon."

Helena pouted. "But I don't want to spar with just anyone; I wanted to spar with you! And where have you been, by the way? Teaching another gal the right form and posture -- how to grip a spear just right, hm?"

Tirak rolled his eyes. "In between kicking out drunkards, keeping this place in order, and petitioning for new supplies and equipment... I can assure you, my claws have been very full."

"Hmph. You should know there's no excuse for keeping a lady waiting. Soo... How about we make up for that?" With a fearless grin, Helena drew her sword and assumed a fighting stance.

"I have a training hall to close down soon." Tirak rumbled.

"Come on! Just a quick sparring session!" She hopped in place and rolled her shoulders in preparation. "Not afraid to nick your scales, are ya? I thought dragons always rose to a challenge?"

Tirak groaned, letting out a tuft of smoke from his nostrils. "To a real challenge, yes."

"Oho, is that so, dragon boy? I'm not enough of a challenge?" Helena said. Utter indignation welled up in her chest. Sure, Tirak might've been taller, muscular, stronger, part-dragon, and had real combat experience... And did she mention his muscles already? Either way, none of that gave him the right to dismiss her so quickly! "Now you've done it -- I challenge you to a duel. If you don't, then let it be known all across the land that the supposed descendent of dragons themselves wouldn't dare face me."

In response, he could only give her a tired stare, exasperation written in his gemstone-blue eyes. "Fine. It'll be quick -- and I won't go easy on you. You wanted a real opponent, so I'll give you just that," he said, unsheathing the two-handed longsword belted to his waist.

"Good. I happen to like it rough~" Helena grinned, a faint hint of red meeting her cheeks.

Tirak whispered a quick incantation. Shimmering motes of blue light condensed around them, starting at their feet and traveling across their bodies, placing the two in transparent shells of magic. It was a simple protection spell -- often cast by mages before a dual or sparring session for safety. He learned it himself just so he didn't need to rely solely on hiring mages.

"Hah! The mighty dragon needs a shield to face me. Further proof of your cowardice, I say." Helena winked at him. "Now, have at you!"

Suddenly, the swordswoman launched forth in a burst of speed.

Tirak's eyes shot open and then narrowed in a split second. The change in demeanor was instant as his jaw tightened and his brow furrowed in concentration. No more words. It was time for a fight.

The drakon deflected a blow aimed at his chest. Steel rang against steel as blades met, with Helena dashing back to avoid the expected retaliatory strike, before rushing back in with a wild grin on her face.

It was hardly a fair fight, but that didn't stop her blood from pumping and her heart from racing in excitement. The two of them shared plenty of sparring sessions in the training hall. With every fight she tried to study his technique, looking for any openings she could exploit.

He was stronger, sure, but strength wasn't everything. Helena remembered their very first bout, back when she'd joined the martial combat guild in hopes of joining the town guard. She'd been put on her ass in barely a second. Now, she could at least stand up to him for a while, even if she was a far cry from beating him.

Sweat started to bead her tan skin and run down her forehead as the duel progressed. Suddenly, Helena scowled. "You said... You wouldn't... Hold back!" She cried with a frenzy of blows, all of which Tirak blocked. He was on the defensive -- but the drakon wasn't even trying to end the duel, as if he was just waiting for her to tire out.

Tirak cocked his head. "You don't want me to hold anything back?"

"Yes! That's what I said!"

"Very well."

Then, Tirak exploded towards her with immense strength and speed.

Helena just barely deflected the blow as she dashed back. The sheer force rattled her arms and made the protection spell flare up in warning. Without a doubt, a single attack of that caliber connecting would end the fight in an instant. She grinned.

"That's more like it!"

Staying silent, the drakon didn't give her any room to breathe as he set upon her again.

Agility and cunning were her greatest assets. Brute force wasn't an option, so she stayed out of his range, studying his every move, watching swordplay that was honed from years of combat experience, admiring every muscle rippling beneath his scales...

Suddenly, she found it.

It was a risky maneuver -- but any time spent hesitating would spell the end of her chance. As Tirak's blade swept across the air, Helena slid across the floor underneath it. With a shout, she slashed at his ankle.

The magic shield sparked and reddened where the blade struck. On non-decisive blows like that, the shield tightened around the afflicted area and restricted their motion, loosely simulating the effect of a real wound.

Pride welled up in her chest. She had never been able to land a single blow on the drakon whenever they dueled... Until now.

Her internal celebration didn't last long. That slide maneuver also left her hopelessly open as she tried to get back to her feet, which Tirak quickly took advantage of. The restriction around his right ankle barely hindered him. Pivoting from his other foot, he plunged forth and pierced her with the tip of his sword.

The protective barrier popped in an instant, dispersing into sparks with the sound of shattering glass.

"There." Tirak huffed, dispelling his shield with a snap of his fingers. "Are you satisfied?"

Helena beamed as she hopped back onto her feet. "Satisfied? I finally got you!" She laughed, jumping in place and swiping back a lock of sweaty hair.

He grumbled and sheathed his blade. "It was... A lucky hit. And I was tired," Tirak said. Crossing his arms, he looked at the young woman's ecstatic smile, and his face softened. "...But you are improving, Helena. We will need to refine that move of yours -- if the goal was merely to clip me, then it succeeded, but leaving yourself open like that would get you killed in a real fight."

"Guess we'll just have to train more, eh?"

"Yes. But another night -- I still have to clean up around here. And since you've kept me up, how about you make yourself useful and help me carry some supplies back to the storeroom?"

Helena nodded. "Aye, sounds fair to me," she said, her grin falling into a content little smirk.

Helping out around the training hall was nothing new to her. It was the least she could do with how much time and work Tirak spent keeping this place up and running, or how much he'd personally been overlooking her training. And, well... Spending time with her favorite handsome dragon man was always a plus. Especially when she managed to catch him alone.

Carrying some training spears under her arm and hefting a damaged dummy in the other, she followed closely behind Tirak as he led her into the training hall's storeroom. Her wandering eyes fell upon the casual back-and-forth sway of his large, scaly tail as it poked out from a hole in his slacks, then drifted back up to admire the muscles in his back as he hefted most of the supplies by himself.

Front or back... There was a lot for a woman to admire about him, and Helene wasn't shy about indulging.

They slipped into the storeroom together. There wasn't much out of the ordinary -- plenty of spears, swords, maces, and all manner of other weapons sitting in boxes, along with pieces of armor or training dummy limbs. Stacked up against the wall were crates of unopened supplies.

Helena put away her supplies and sighed, leaning back against a crate. "Say, Tirak... How often would you say a sword needs to be polished?"

"Depends on use, and other factors. If it is used often, then every several months I would say, but you can get some swords enchanted with cleaning glyphs. Bit of a waste of an enchantment slot, I think. Why?" Tirak asked, setting down his box of supplies with a heavy thud.

A wry, catlike smile emerged across Helena's lips. Holding onto the crate behind her, she idly swung her hips back and forth. "I see. And when was the last time someone polished your sword?" She asked, biting her lip.

Tirak cocked his head. "...I prefer to clean it myself. The last time I did was about... two, three weeks ago if I remember correctly."

Helena licked her lips. "Hmmm, that doesn't sound quite right." With a sultry sashay to every step, she approached the taller, stronger drakon, placing her hands on his bare chest. "Are you sure it's been that long? Even if it has... Well, it'd be a damn shame, leaving you to handle such a magnificent blade by yourself...~" she said, slowly dragging her fingertips down his scales, feeling the warmth beneath his scales.

"...You're planning on keeping me up all night, aren't you?" Tirak raised an eyebrow, gazing upon her with a gentle smile. His finger drifted beneath her chin and stroked, lifting her head so their eyes could meet.

His mere touch made the swordswoman's breath hitch. Staring into those inviting blue pupils, Helena could only muster a breathy giggle. Keeping up her usual sense of confidence and bravado wasn't easy with a draconic stud staring her down. "All night? O-only if you can keep up, dragon~" She purred.

Tirak responded in a rumbling chuckle. "...Very well. I accept your proposal -- give this dragon's sword a proper polishing, and perhaps we can work on some more... Hands-on lessons if that's what you desire."

Her heart raced just like it did during their sparring match. "You'd better!" She giggled. Pressing herself against him, Helena squeaked when Tirak took the initiative and pulled her in, stealing a kiss right from her soft lips. "Nmmh!~" She whimpered. Her arms shot up around his shoulders, hips grinding into his as she met his scaly mouth with her own.

Kissing a drakon was an experience like no other. The feeling of his firm, scaly lips sent shudders running down her back, and as they parted, she felt the heat of his breath rolling into her maw. And then came his long, flexible tongue slithering into her mouth.

"Mmmh...~" Helena moaned and pressed into him.

Their mouths wrestled in a steamy cascade of mashing lips and writhing tongues, strings of saliva keeping them connected in those brief moments where one would pull back, only for the other to press right in again. His tongue dominated hers so easily. He kept her pinned to his strong body all the while... Not that there was anywhere else she'd rather be, of course.

Well, maybe she could think of a place or two, and neither was far off.

Eventually, he broke the long liplock with a flick of his tongue.

"On your knees, human." Tirak commanded. His growling voice carried all the authority of his draconic lineage, every syllable compelling her to obey.

Helena was left flustered -- cheeks red as roses, every breath coming hot and heavy. When he spoke, she obeyed. No more sass. No more playful teasing. What her dragon commanded, she would give without question. She placed a loving kiss between his pecs, then another, and another, each trailing lower and lower, soon caressing his toned stomach with her lips on the way down.

Her knees met the cool ground and her lips met the leather of his belt. Inching further south, Helena eyed the bulging outline of his manhood raging against the front of his slacks. She leaned in and smacked her lips against that throbbing tent, feeling it pulse against her mouth through the fabric.

Meanwhile, her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt.

Helena couldn't bear to wait even a second longer. Gripping the waistline, she tugged them down furiously, working against the iron flagpole in his pants until they finally slid down his muscular thighs... And his draconic virility sprung forth in all its glory.

Every time she saw it brought the young woman back to their first night together. So many thoughts and feelings ran through her head. Unbridled awe and admiration were among them, unsure if she could even handle such a beastly rod inside her.

His throbbing cock cast a shadow over her head -- thick and vascular, covered in pulsating veins, and ending in a tapered cocktip that was already beaded with a shiny droplet of pre-cum. His scaly sack hung just below, looking so full, heavy, and waiting to be drained.

The scent struck her just as quickly, especially after a hard day's work.

Raw.

Potent.

Masculine.

Helena pressed her face into the trunk of his cock and scented him, breathing in the aroma of a virile male drakon in his prime.

Above her, Tirak sighed and held onto her head.

She stuck out her tongue and dragged it up along the meaty shaft. The sheer heat and heft of his rigid flesh made her shudder, arousal blooming between her thighs as she ground them together. Her lips followed her tongue, planting kiss after kiss, traveling south down his shaft towards the drakon's hanging balls.

"Mmmh...~" Helena groaned. Now faced with Tirak's jewels, she pressed in and practically smothered herself in them, nuzzling those nuts and assailing them in an onslaught of licks and kisses. As she focused on his balls, her hand grasped the shaft, barely able to wrap fully around his girth as she began pumping him.

Tirak hissed and breathed a tuft of smoke from his nostrils, claws tightening around her head.

With a proud smirk, she gave his balls one last lick farewell before repositioning herself. After all, she still had a sword to polish

"Mwah... Mwah... Mmmhh...~" Helena smacked her lips and cooed. Further and further north she traveled, kissing every inch of swollen drakeflesh on the way to his cockhead. A dollop of pre drooled from the tip and began rolling down the shaft, but not before Helena swept up the salty treat on her tongue.

Holding the base of his shaft steady, she planted a wet smooch against the tip before her lips parted to properly invite the meaty head into her maw. Her lips closed around him. His mighty girth forced her jaws apart to take him. She breathed in through her nose, closed her eyes, and suckled hard on inch after inch of hard dragon meat.

Helena pushed herself deeper and deeper. His girth spread her lips wide in an almost perfect O shape, wet gurgles and gags emanating from her trembling throat. Pleasing the drakon with her mouth was a struggle at first. Pacing herself, she started thrusting her head back and forth along his mast. A free hand slid between his legs and cupped Tirak's sack, feeling the weight and heft in her palm.

"Hrrlghk... Ulghlk... Ugghll...!~"

She blushed harder at the obscene, undignified noises of spit and flesh spilling from her stuffed mouth.

"Hhahhh...~" Tirak craned his head back and cooed. "You handle a dragon's manhood better than most~"

Helena shuddered. In any other position, she'd have some kind of pithy tease or comeback to shoot at him... But not now. Right now, on her knees, and with a mouth stuffed full of throbbing drakon dick, she existed for nothing more than his pleasure. Her mouth was already right where it belonged.

A violent gag erupted from her throat as she shoved herself further down the shaft. Rolling herself back down, suckling on swollen cockflesh, Helena dove back in with a gurgling groan. Warm tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled.

The swordswoman was determined to please him, ignoring the ache in her jaws or the way her throat convulsed around him.

His hand tightened on her head. Above her, the drakon grimaced in pleasure, chest puffing in and out with breaths that came heavier than the last. Seismic throbs rocked between Helena's lips, while his cocktip spilled a steady bounty of pre onto her writhing tongue.

"Aahh... Helena...~" Tirak huffed.

Helena might've grinned if not for the beast of a cock occupying her mouth.

Suddenly, Tirak pushed her off of his shaft. She sucked in a breath of air and gasped, cradling her sore jaw, feeling so... Empty, in the absence of his manhood keeping it nice and full.

Helena wiped a strand of spit from her chin. "S-so, did I earn that hands-on lesson, or not?" she said, cheeks burning red, starry-eyed as she gazed upon the magnificent specimen of a man towering over her, and his shimmering wet, vascular cock. Her legs trembled as she rose to her feet. Undoing the straps of her lightweight leather top, she let it fall to the floor, then stripped out of the thin undershirt below, bearing firm, plump breasts, her nipples pink and stiff.