LIGHTNOVELONLINE 51: The Metamorphosis
Tiny in size, the dragon man’s personal quarters left much to be desired. Spartan conditions of the room consisted of a cot, small basket and simple bucket of water, Sara was unsure if this is due to circumstance or asceticism.
“Mmghmmm…” The man groaned, lifting a scaled hand to rub his eyes.
The succubus placed her natural hand on his chest, pushing in the very last of her mana, unsure if sending it through the air where some may be lost would even still be effective.
“I love the place, dear…” She crooned, almost as excited to have sex than actually fulfilling her bodily function, “How long have you stayed here?”
With another groan, he released his eyes, “About… About a week now.” Blinking rapidly, it appeared he was in her grasp once again, “It’s simple, but I’m hoping to move up to a better position after all this!”
Despite the draconic jaw unable to free itself from the human aspects making up his visage, he sold a convincing smile.
“After all what?” The sheer implication of a greater scheme almost knocked the wind out of her sails. “What are we waiting for? What are we going to do after it?”
The dragon man defensively lifted his hands, “Whoa, whoa! I don’t know everything, but I think the boss has something planned for after she kills another witch or something.”
“Another witch?” It was blatant as to who she was after, but the question was why she was so dead set on killing The Archivist, “Another witch here?”
Laughing once more, the dragon man sauntered over to the cot and sat down. Turning on a lantern he had kept on the floor nearby, Sara quickly remembered her original intention to join him in his room. “Word in the halls says one is either on her way or is already here, depending on the source. Boss even mentioned a succubus was traveling with her.”
“I see…” A lump was caught in Sara's throat. She was acutely aware of Eldura knowing of their presence, but the fact that the witch had greater ambitions upon her victory implied she believed she had a way to accomplish it. Ashara surely held some strength, being able to contact and convince one of the greatest spellcrafters in the world to do something as simple as teach her familiar some magic, but she was not sure if she had ever seen The Archivist ever cast but the simplest spell.
“And what about you?” The succubus leaned against a bare wall, holding herself as she swam past a mire of questions and suspicions. She was horny, but needed a minute to get back to acting upon it.
The dragon man leaned forward, both his muscles and the crimson scales that coated them glimmering in the simple oil lantern light, “What about me? I’m just along for the ride now!”
He laughed, but the question of whether or not he wanted to be there still lingered.
“Look…” He sat upright, running a hand over his bald head before reaching one of his ebony horns that crested his skull, “I wasn’t really much of anything before, not sure if I am even still, but at least I’ve got a purpose now!”
Sara’s brow furrowed, “But it’s for some witch you barely even know.” Standing upright, she lingered a bit, making sure he was still charmed before sitting beside her soon-to-be victim, “And it’s a witch that is just using you for cannon fodder.”
“Eh,” Never dropping his smile, the man shrugged, “It’s not like I was using my life for an explicitly grand purpose. The Quintessentialists may argue otherwise, but I never once felt like I was representing the ‘best’ they claimed I had.” His expression quickly shifted, “Not like I’m saying it has no use, but I just feel like I had never… Used it right?”
“And you think someone else could use it better?”
The man shrugged once more, “I don’t know. Perhaps someone else is able to make up for my inability to find a use, meaning or purpose, if one argued that a life simply had to have one to justify itself.”
A growl cut through the conversation. Sara wanted a meal, not to wax poetic on one of the great mysteries.
“Perhaps someone will be able to use it for a purpose…”
The man’s scales were warm to the touch. His tongue was long and thin as it glided over Sara’s dull imitation of one. Steam tempered out from his lips when he pulled away from the object of his lust.
With his simple loincloth removed, she sighed in relief that his dick was more on the human side than reptile’s. The tip was hard, ready to be inserted into her hole, hungry to feel the heat and aggression of a man once more. She had come a long way in the few months she had spent as a monster.
A slight groan emanated from the chimeric man’s lips, a restrained telling of his excitement.
“You like that, don’t you?” The succubus whispered, grasping his member with her bare hand. She tugged on it, familiar with both the sensation of giving, and receiving, a handjob. Lightly grasping it at the root and squeezing ever so slightly as she ran her grip down his shaft, his cock was already twitching after the third stroke, “Come on…” She tempted, “Don’t give up on me now…”
Biting his lip, he was not the most attractive man, but the expression sure was. He gasped as she grabbed the tip of his dick.
“I’ll let you cum in here first…” Sara kissed the exposed dick, the head now free from the foreskin. Sliding the cock in her mimic body’s mouth, he reciprocated by pushing it further into her. She could feel the shape force her jaw open, the length of which pushed down halfway through her throat.
With a few thrusts, she could feel her pussy get jealous with the treatment, ready for it’s turn. Feeling him reach his limit, she squealed as he grabbed her horns, leverage to push himself deeper still.
“I-! I…!”
Warm, thick liquid hit the back of her throat, sliding down her esophagus as he grappled her horns to the point of his knuckles turning white. Sara’s eyes fluttered, the sensation of her fake mouth being transferred to the real one.
The mana transfer was not terribly efficient, but it got the work done.
“We’re not done, dear.” Swallowing the seed, she rolled onto her back, spreading her tan legs. Looking past her now breasts sagging one to each side, she beaconed him, “Come an claim me…”
Pushing her newly acquired mana into him, his eyes glazed over as his cock became erect once more.
He stood, the draconic features of his skin giving a sense of power to his stance. Crouching down, he settled himself at her now gasping entrance, “You sure are quite the threat…” He muttered.
Sara blinked. “Wait… Are you-?”
His clawed hand covered her mouth before sliding his dick inside, “Being part dragon means a resistance to magic.”
It was a long week. The sensations she felt proved that she was more woman than man as the sense of longing vanished as soon as he pressed into her. His words meant little as she held an almost tearful reunion with something that felt missing from her. She did not care that he broke out of her charm almost as soon as she used it, the only thing she cared about was his dick.
The draconic man grunted as he loomed over her, his eyes returning to the life they had when she first approached him. He bore a look of frustration, confusion and lust as he plowed into her.
Clamping down on him, she pulled as he pushed, a tango of carnal desires.
“Give me…” He growled, his locked jaw seemingly clenching even more than it did naturally. Placing a clawed hand around her throat, he held her tightly, almost robbing her of her breath as he continued to dominate.
Sara could feel his passion. She could feel his simple desire press into her as he almost choked her while fucking her. There was no love, no concern for the other party, just the draconic nature they both shared with an overwhelming desire to get off. With every thrust her voice rose higher and higher. Any passersby would certainly hear the animalistic sounds that emanated from the small barracks.
“I- I’m…” He grunted, slowing down his pace.
“No.” Sara commanded, wrapping her legs around his waist, forcibly taking the man inside her.
With only a few pumps and a gasp left, the draconic man filled her once more, gnashing his teeth. His skin glistened with sweat as he began to drop lower onto her. It did not take long before he was unable to support his own weight and pressed onto her, his dick now completely flaccid.
Catching what breath she could out from underneath the collapse man, she held his head tight against her chest.
Suddenly a knock came from the door, “Tyris, my man! Save some for the rest of us will you?” Without further prompting, a horned head popped into the room. “Where the hells did you even find a-”
The succubus looked up at the new man as if he had caught her hand in the cookie jar. An inexplicable bolt of shame struck, causing her to immediately charm the visitor, this one far more receptive to the condition than the last.
With a click of the door behind him, the slack jawed man entered the room.
“Twelve hells…” Sara sighed, pushing what was left of the previous owner into a corner of the room. Her pussy dripped once again with excitement, “But I don’t like the idea of leaving the group behind for so long.”
His cock tasted good. She had come to appreciate the subtleties of differences one dick had to another, she particularly enjoyed- “Wait, I’m supposed to be headed back! This body just-”
“Mmhmmm…” But the man tasted so good, much better than the previous one. Despite his muscular features and purple tint to his skin, he made cute gasping noises each time she sucked. “If only I found this one first…”
Her erect clit protested what the mind demanded she do. Each touch sent a wave of electricity through the body, inviting just a moment of irresponsibility. “Well, I might need the extra mana,” she concluded, “I’ll take just a second more with this one.”
“Ah! Ah!” The man pressed her head down to the ground as he slammed into her raised pussy over and over. Her spine curved in delight as he plunged over and over into her as her ass cheeks clapped for him to continue fucking her.
Even though the succubus had control over the man, he dominated her. Forced against her will, the monstrous man forced her to feel wave after wave of pleasure with each and every thrust of his dick. Despite her protests, he continued to ram into her.
The horned man’s muscles were far leaner, allowing for more activity, more strength behind every thrust. A veritable piston pushing it’s way in and out casted Sara’s out further than it ever had.
His grunts grew heavier, threatening to end the good time they had together.
“Not yet!” She shouted, forgetting herself, “Not yet! Not yet!” With a full tank of mana, she pressed back against him, shoving her magic into his most vulnerable spot.
His words caught in his throat, not like they would do much good. Purple hands wrapped around her tanned arms, darkened even further after nearly a week outdoors. Ensuring he still remained inside her, he lifted the woman, using gravity to push him further than anyone ever had before.
Waddling forward in a half-squat, his treat still wrapped around his cock, he pressed the succubus against the wall, finding the leverage to slam into her over and over.
“Oof!” She was full of his cock. With his hands restraining her arms and being pressed against a wall while being stuffed over and over, she was his plaything.
“Wh-what’s-” Sara took a second to catch her breath after a particularly nice hit, “Your name…?”
The demonic chimera refused to answer. Focused on both maintaining the position as well as not ending it too soon, his brow was drenched in sweat. With the only light source being a singular candle in the relatively barren room, he appeared almost imposing. The echo of skin hitting skin echoed within the stone abode, adding a new dimension to the experience.
Finally, the man answered, “Ahhhhh!”
Sara had failed to notice his quickening pace. Letting go of one of her arms, he wrapped his long fingers around her throat, threatening to tighten his grip as he let loose into her pussy.
She could feel herself struggling for air. Old instincts flared, honed after decades of battle. A hand around the neck nearly meant certain death.
As she struggled, the succubus realized something: she could not break out of his grip. Even under her control, the man could and had overpowered her. Forced to feel pleasure once again, she relented to his demands. Her eyes rolled back as her own orgasm met against his, a torrent of ecstacy colliding into his. The two waves clashed, her exhalation of fluids versus his fountain of cum.
Wrapping around his now thick member as tight as she could, she could feel her very insides being painted with his white semen. Full from her last prey, this was far from an act of survival, this was purely for sport.
Slowly coming back to the world they once inhabited, the sounds of their continuous shouts finally reached her ears. Either dissonant or in harmony, she was not cognizant enough to recognise, but felt the cold stone floor she now laid upon was easy enough to tell.
Her whole lower half still felt the echoes of the savage beating it took. She could still feel him thrusting in and out, despite now laying on the ground, detached and dropping the last of his essence onto the floor beneath him. His warm semen swam inside, looking for the egg as to which they would race towards.
But within the very mouth of a succubus, they would find no such goal.
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