Awakening of the Winged

His skin darkened as it drained of moisture, becoming a taut leathery hide that stretched across his form. The miasma continued to rise from the bloodless wounds of the cracking and splitting skin that tried to contain the pulses coursing through the dragonling. Each one causing his muscles to grow into an increasingly corded and dense mass, turning the boyish man into a hulking monstrosity.

Frightened and frozen with fear, Lunnara collapsed to the floor, the sorceress covering her ears when she heard Remus bones fracture then regrow. The sharp spines piercing the skin released more of the thick miasma. Crawling away, feeling herself **** on the wicked mist. Mana, tainted abyssal mana, her mind scream while she gasped, searching for air.

A tortured wail came from the dragon-spawn, the sound of a pair of lungs tearing themselves apart. It grew deeper into a roiling and thunderous roar as the larynx changed along with his head. Remus' hair was set ablaze with hellish flames, becoming a mane that framed the lengthening and draconian snout and neck. She could see her boys' obsidian lips curled up in pain revealing rows of fangs. A crown of bleached horns adorned the fearsome visage, a mockery of those worn by kings and queens.

Below the waist, an outgrowth extended into a thick tail stretching further and further behind before tapering off into a pointed, poison laced stinger. Further down, his heels pushed of the ground while several of the dragon toes merged and their nails reformed into ashen claws. The legs were in the process of shifting to a digitigrade posture, the bones bending backward at the knee. A similar change taking place with his arms, allowing him to walk equally well on all fours as he could upright.

Staring, transfixed at the cock that had undergone a demonic transformation of its own, the dark elf briefly forgot her fear. The veins of the massive, inhuman shaft coiled like serpents before splitting off and growing into a host of writhing, phallic-headed tentacles, already oozing pre-cum. They retracted into the slit that formed around his crotch, the ribbed head of the cock swallowed soon after and was hidden from view by a smooth patch of skin.

She almost whined as it disappeared. Lust at the forefront of her addled mind. A **** need to have the member inside her.

Nearing completion, the skin hardened into armored scales, deformed by the heat into jagged lines and curves. The mist started to fade and disperse as his wounds healed, allowing her to take in the full form of the Winged ****. The criss-crossing lines in between the scales glowed with an infernal light, casting the room in a reddish hue. It was the only light available in the long shadow cast by dragon's unfurled wings.

The irises glowed with the ancient malice inherent in the species, their attention wholly on the sorceress tangled up in the covers of her bed. "Mother," the creature's voice rumbled, "it still hurts." The absurdity almost made her laugh. He still believes me to his mommy, foolish pet.

Her jubilation was cut short when he didn't wait for answer. His massive form pinning her and, in an instant, a four-clawed hand had wrapped themselves around her, fragile and easily broken, neck. She needed to thread this carefully, but was buoyed by the recent revelation.

Taking a deep breath to steady and find a calm place within herself. "Tell me, little one... What do you want mommy Lunnara to do?" Pouring every false emotion of maternal love she could summon into a low purr.

"Breed." Was all the warning she was given.