Courtly Love & First Kisses

One day, about two months after Ilithyia turned twenty five Elderian years old, a rider came from the capital with a message from her father. The handsome naval officer with a boyish face informed the Ilithyia that her father had been injured battling Crusaders at sea. "Due to his long and distinguished career, rear admiral Randock Madinzin has been appointed to hold the office of Third Sea Lord. Your Lord Father summons you with all haste. He says that his heart aches for all the years that he has been apart from you. The Third Sea Lord said he wants nothing in this world so much as to hold his daughter in his arms again."

Ilithyia squealed in delight as she jumped for joy. "Daddy is alive! Did you here that Zephy? Daddy is in the capital and he wants to see us!" Ilythia turned to the messenger, a handsome young naval officer. "When do we leave, Lieutenant Darrow?" She asked.

The young man brushed back his long hair and bowed to the lady. "At your soonest convenience. Your father understands it will take time to prepare for such a journey." Meaning that there was no way that the Lady of Reaganspar Castle was going to depart without a farewell ball that would take weeks in and of itself to prepare. "But wishes that you make all haste. I shall stay at the local inn until you are ready to depart."

"Nonsense, you must stay here. An officer of the Navy, especially one who brings good word of my son-in-law is more than welcome to my hospitality. And I think that you shall find that the hospitality of Reaganspar Castle is legendary." Bushrod said as the old man leered at one of the newest nubile scalelings to be acquired for the maid staff.

Lt. Darrow grinned bashfully and raised his hands in surrender. "I cannot refuse the hospitality of a Praetorix, now can I." The young man looked around and realized that most of the castles staff were of the young, nubile, and enslaved variety. For all of that, his attention was mostly on Ilithyia and I. "Yet. I would like to see Reaganscity. They say that it is one of the oldest human settlements on all of Cendor. Did you know that over 2/3rds of the Ancient Amerxicand inscriptions in the old quarter remain untranslated?"

Ilithyia perked up at the handsome young naval officer mentioning da olde quarter, as it was pronounced in the local dialect. "I could show you around." Ilithyia blurted out so quickly that I perked my head up in surprise. I felt the hairs on Ilithyia's neck stand up as her skin grew hot. The smell of arousal was feint, but quite evident to someone who knew my girl as well as I did. "I. I mean, we have been working on some translation spells." My angel stroked my neck and toyed with the gold collar I wore on formal occasions to let the newbs and rubes think that they did not need to be afraid of me. "I am sure that, together, we can explore the ruins much faster."

Lt. Darrow blushed. "That is extraordinarily kind of you to offer, My lady. But the old quarter is said to be quite dangerous. Mutants and wild greenskins are the least of it. Some delvers even report infernal gates and demonic hunting parties prowling the cursed blocks. I am confident in my ability to keep myself safe." The naval officer flourished his coat and vanished from sight and sound, but not smell or thermal, before reappearing. "But such shadowcraft skills would do little too..."

Ilithyia held out her hand for me to slither down and his a challenge inches from the young man's face as my body crackled with electricity. To the lieutenant's credit, he only flinched a little. "Do not think of it as you keeping me safe, but rather Zephire keeping us safe." She said as I flew circles around the youth while I let my power crackle across my body. Ilithyia conjured a ball of flames into her hand. "And I am hardly some wilting damsel." The young lady said with a tone that oozed self-satisfaction. "Besides." My girl sauntered over to the young naval officer and pulled a piece of enchanted paper from her purse. "The cursed districts are warded, only card carrying members of the local delvers guild, like myself, can enter the premises. But it is Monroeday tomorrow, which means Gringar will be working the front desk, so getting you a guest pass should not be difficult."

Ilithyia let a slight giggle slip from her lips as she grinned at Lt. Darrow whose face was plastered in a bewildered expression. "My apologies, my lady. You are far different from the girl your father describes when he speaks of you." The naval officer bowed formally. "I anticipate calling upon you tomorrow with great delight."

***

That evening after we had taken our bath together, I sat up upon the windowsill and ate while the **** maids brushed Ilithyia's hair and massaged her joints with enchanted oils. My mind called out into the night to any bugs that could fly to come to me and get in my belly. The insects dutifully obeyed my mana charged will and funneled themselves into my digestive tract as I watched the pair of scalelings I had sired and molded from before birth to be perfect slaves attend dutifully to their lady.

While I gorged myself, I could see that my darling girl was troubled by something. I could see Ilithyia looking contemptuously at her maids, then at herself. After a few minutes of usual routine of pre-bed pampering, Ilithyia turned and slapped one of the maids. The audible SMACK caught me by surprised and made me lose focus on my dinner. I vacuumed up the last of the bugs when I heard Ilithyia command her maids to "Get out." The two girls walked out backwards with their heads bowed in abasement.

Ilithyia walked over to her full body vanity mirrors she would stand in front of when her seamstress designed and adjusted her newest outfits. The young lady opened up her robe and examined herself. Her delicate fingers toyed with her own nipple. <What is wrong sweetheart/angel/pet/darling? Is it that naval officer? Did he hurt my girl/owner/throne-mount/goddess's feelings>
"No." She said outloud before she started sending using our link. <Lt. Darrow is dreamy/cute/dashing/fuckable.> Ilithyia clearly seemed embarrassed to have admitted so much over the mind link. She was whole incapable of hiding her true feelings from me when we communicated like this. <It is just that he was so polite and formal. Everyone is. I see the way that men talk to girls my age and it is different. They are more relaxed. It is like talking to me is painful for them.> Ilithyia sent before asking me with her voice. "Zeph, am I ugly?"

<What!?!> I could not hide the incredulity from my tone. Magical bond or no, anyone with working eyes could see that there might be some women as beautiful as Ilithyia Madinzin, but no one with a straight face could tell you that at twenty five Elderian years old, she was not a bombshell twelve on a scale of ten with her clear skin, hourglass figure, gravity defying breasts, long golden locks, plush lips, luminescent smile, and enchanting blue eyes that you could just lose yourself in. <You are the most lovely humans I have ever seen. You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever set my eyes upon. That is The Dragon's Honest Truth.> I sent.

Ilithyia plopped back into her bed, her robe wide open, exposing her heaving bosom. "Then why do guys look at me like I am covered in spikes?" She asked.
I landed on the bed and slithered up her nubile young body. Up her left thigh, over her pelvis, across her belly and through her cleavage to rest comfortably stretched out along her body. I looked my sweetling in the eyes as my tail tickled her toes. <Why would someone speak to the daughter of a sea lord and granddaughter of a Praetorix differently than a peasant girl or a merchant's daughter? {SARCASM}I am sure that the guards feel as free to flirt with you as they do the maids wearing **** collars.>

"Okay. I see your point." Ilithyia said with a delightful smile that grew heavy with thought.
"Zeph." Her tone became heavy and trebled. "Do you think that, if you were a human boy, that you would want to kiss me?"

<Only one way to find out.> I said before shifting into what I had come to think of as my baseline human form. My impersonation of a young Brad Pitt with a touch of Cloud Strife. Surprise exploded in Ilithyia's eyes but before she could say a word my lips pressed into her and the two of us shared Ilithyia's first kiss.
We moved slowly, her lips locking into mine as her mouth explored new sensations. As she learned to trust me I used my lips to pry her mouth open to make way for my tongue. Ilithyia's tongue retreated at first with a mewling noise, but as she relaxed her tongue began to reach out and explore, first timidly, but soon Ilithyia was enthusiastically using her tongue to massage mine.
As she gave herself over to the moment, Ilithyia wrapped her arms around my neck, then move around to feel the tone of my muscles and the softness of my hairless skin. I began to return the gesture by toying with her from breasts to hips with my hand while my erection. The feeling of the long, thick, hard, shaft so close to her genitals made Ilithyia reach down and grasp my hardon in her hands. The girl broke off our kiss and sat up to gaze in fascination, awe, and terror at the sixteen inch of human erection she was holding in her hand. "I have never touched one before. It is so much harder than I thought. Does every boys' get this big when they are aroused?"

"Some men are not so lucky." I said with a wink. "But this does answer the question." I reverted back to my natural draconic form. <When I am a human boy, I definitely want to kiss you, and more besides.> I sent to Ilithyia as I used my mana charged will to massage my owner's psyche. <You are my beautiful, wonderful, lovely, sexy, desirable babe/joygirl/hottie/woman. I am always here to serve your needs, whatever they are.>

"You can change into a boy?!?" Ilithyia asked with more curiosity and a lot less shock and anger than had been in the statement initially.
I nodded. <boys, girls, bitches, hounds, mares, stallions. I particularly enjoy being a cat, cat is an easy brain to slip into. Humanoids come naturally to me, but if I study any creature long enough I learn how to blend in and become like the thing I study.> usually I am studying said creatures by using them to make eggs.

Ilithyia got to her feet and looked at me. "So can you change into anyone? Like if I asked you to turn into grandpa could you do it?"

"If I have had a chance to get a thorough scan of them with mana sense or if I have a strand of their essence, then taking on someone's form is no trouble." I said in the voice and body of Bushrod Jefferton.
"That is awesome." Ilithyia said as she held up her hand to shield her eyes. "But, can you shape change some clothes." I cast a quick illusion spell to give the impression of being fully dressed. "much better." Ilithyia said as she thought about the potential of this ability of mine she had discovered. "What do you look like as a girl?" Ilithyia asked me.
<What do you want me to look like as a girl?> As I asked the question I probed Ilithyia's mind for the answer to my question and began to shift my form to match her fantasies.
Ilithyia's mother had been taken in a pirate raid when she was only a few years older than Ilithyia was now. My angel had no memories of what her mother looked like. Ilithyia had relied on paintings, descriptions, and her imagination to form an idea of what her mother looked like.
I combined that image with the DNA samples I had acquired a hair brush and a few old toys to create a version of Ilithyia's mother that was more perfect than the original. "Hey there, Joygirl." I said wearing my newest human form dressed like a Venusian dancer. "You said wear clothes, so..." I turned and twerked to show off the perky candy ass I had given myself.
I conjured up some music and started to do a dance that was party silly, part sexy. Ilithyia clapped and cheered me on as my tits shook. By the end of my performance I had her lying on her back clapping her hands together as she laughed her ass off. "That was amazing!" Ilithyia said.

"I am happy to hear that my owner is pleased with me." I said to Ilithyia.
"Stop it." Ilithyia said with a dismissive waive. "You know that I hate thinking of you like that."
"But it is true. You are my owner, I am your ****." I said matter of factly.
"Only technically." Ilithyia said as she took my hands and sat me beside her, our bare thighs pressed together. "In my heart. We are like. Like. I was going to say sisters, but I hate my real sister, and I am pretty sure she tried to kill me when I was little. But Zephire, I love you." Ilithyia's hand clasped my cheek as the girl started to tear up. "What I feel for you is stronger and deeper than the feelings I have for any other person. I know that nothing can hurt me as long as I feel your coils around my body. I feel like you are a part of me, that when you are out doing your special errands for Grandpa or off doing dragon stuff that a piece of me is missing. But most of all I feel like when you are around I can relax and let you take care of me. When you are with me, I do not have to worry or think. All I need to do is what you tell me, and everything works out alright." There was a long pause as her pinkie played with mine. Ilithyia bit her lip before asking me in a husky tone. "Do you still want to ki..."I did not let her finish her question. Our lips embraced. Ilithyia released a moan of joy and delight as she began to enthusiastically explore my mouth with her tongue.

From that night on, Ilithyia would more often than not fall asleep in my humanoid arms. Her slumber was deep so I never worried about waking her as I slipped away into the night. Every morning she would find me in my draconic form and perform her usual morning belly rubs and ear scratches with extra enthusiasm. "I love you. I love you so much. Yes I do. Who is the best dragon in the world you are, yes you are. I am so lucky. I am so lucky I get to love such a wonderful dragon!"