Conquest

The smell of blood fills Groks nose, the warm wet feeling of life fading in his hands as he crushes the weak humans in his palms. Claws tear steel as easily as flesh, a sweet metallic taste of raw meat in his maw. The battlefield strewn with corpses in his path, a bestial urge being fulfilled. Frantic shouts and enraged cries of help as he marches towards a stone grey citadel em blazed with banners of Light the sky choked in black smoke and hot rush of the burning air as the wind whips towards him in the streets. A female figure dress in white robes carrying a golden staff stands before him stout in determination as several armored spearmen around him shake in terror.

A black robed figure that smells familiar walks aside Grok and shouts a menacing promise, Grok watches a blinding light beam towards the black robe, he steps forth to shield them and a burning pain commences.

Grok wakes in a cold sweat, breath heavy, but comforted when a warmth is felt on his chest, still naked the both of them he tries to contain his lust as he peers at the sleeping Ryena. With only one bed and both exhausted after yesterday they passed out in a cuddle right after she taught him the spell called Prestidigitation, a common spell taught to beginners just to practice on practical things like chores, or messy cleaning.

He had mixed feelings of the dream, the whole enslavement as a familiar and of course the thoughts on being reincarnated as a monster serving dark goddesses in a world of sword and sorcery. Well at least he did not have to be born a weak baby in some unforgiving wilderness. The upside to being a pet at least there are perks, food, a bed, the occasional sexual favor. In his old life he would probably be slaving away at some desk in a cold empty office, or being alone in an apartment not much bigger than the cave he is in, at least he has some company. The possibilities are still far better than that old life, but he did miss a few things, particularly modern conveniences.

There are other thoughts that cross his mind, the body he has seems to be influencing his thoughts. Must be the differences in anatomy, they are far from anything he thought he would ever experience. As he continues to day dream, Ryena begins to stir, not awaken but like those of a nightmare, his mind is assaulted with images of another battle, the town he dream of before, but this time at night glowing with flames, a man and his wife bound on their knees with a white robed figure commanding a platoon of soldiers, the soldiers decapitate them. The images continue a dark cell in a prison, the feeling of cold and hunger, the sounds of a crying girl. Grok wraps his arm around Ryenas bare back gently after the visions. He remembers his dream, perhaps the link between them is stronger than she thinks. he drifts back to slumber while embracing her.

Grok dreams a lust filled fantasy, surrounded by a dozen gorgeous women of all species he had ever imagined in his old lifes video games. Each servicing his prehensile cock and rubbing soft flesh against his tough draconic skin begging to be sire his offspring. Ryena is awoken hot and flustered, a warm slickness wrapping her lower leg, Groks morning wood tugging her slowly closer and closer, the aphrodisiac lubricant soaking into her causing her arousal. Grok still sleeping and moaning lightly in his state enticed his willful dick to act. She struggles to release her leg and decides to kick his worming member off with out much success. The beating shocks him awake. His moans now of pain and he looks down and sees a flustered Ryena, smells her arousal, "Uuugh, I was having such a nice dream", she responds with applying pressure on his squirming serpent and with a mental command "Release me.", Groks concentrates enough on his dick to make it loosen its grip.

Still flustered she stands upon his chest, "You will have to relieve me before you can yourself" she climbs across his muzzle and lowers her hips, the intense smell of feminine lust that hits Grok causes his pain to quickly diminish and cock to stiffen, she commands "Lick". His tongue stretches out between he legs and savors the sweet nectar. Nearly as half as big as his other prehensile appendage his tongue is just as slick. Its broad tip pierces her wet hole and savors its taste, she moans in approval "Good my pet, at least you have good taste", he crosses her clit causing another moan. Upon this oral examination of her, Grok notices her cunt to be a bit on the big size for someone of her stature, this spurs on him exploring her a bit deeper, which causes another moan from her and a spray of feminine cum. to fill his mouth, he holds on to her hips not letting her escape and picks up the pace, she only manages to let out a "Mooore!" before gasping and gripping her thighs on his head. Groks member begins leaking pre soaking his groin, he uses his other hand to masturbate. After another soaking of cunt juice he pulls himself free, mind to addled by lust, she can only gasp of air, he still hard is driven to fill her, he pushes his dick half way into her. She tries to speak a command but her breath is lost in the penetration. His dick excited wiggles around in the tight hole, a spurt of pre enhances her arousal again as the warmth travels through her again. "Uuuggh, please," huff "gentle."