Blessed Inferno

You know, at a level deeper than thoughts, that this is not a literal fire you fear, but the burning away of essential aspects of your very SELF: not the self of body, but the self of mind and spirit. This relationship, whatever you make of it, will redefine who and what you ARE, the very core of what makes you, YOU. For obvious reasons a large part of you fears that, the unknown is always frightening, but another part, a larger part, yearns for this change, yearns to use this strange **** to burn away flaws and imperfections that mar your true self and weaken you. Yes, Iron dies in the fires of a forge, but what emerges is STEEL, stronger, more flexible, more enduring, sharper... You decide to take a big risk, you will enter the forge, and hope you emerge as steel instead of slag...

All this has passed in a matter of a split second, and you now truly react to Conrad's appearance...

"Conrad then: tell me, are my proclivities after a fight known to you?" You ask with a sultry purr... (Remember, these things go by baby steps...)

"It has been said you are no true lady and will rut with your companion, man or woman, selling your body for possession of the dragons hoard, but I don't," he gulps as you start to disrobe, "didn't, believe it..." he finishes, mouth suddenly dry.

"The rumors have more than a grain of truth to them, but understand that I am niether 'easy' nor 'cheap', I sense something in you, something holy, sacred, blessed, and true. I don't know why but I know forming a relationship between us will be to my everlasting benefit, far greater than the meager horde of this Dragon. The hoard is mine by right, the beast fell to my hand, not yours, but I feel the heat that follows battle, and know that your touch will either quench it, or stoke it to a purifying inferno. I don't know why I feel this, but I do, and I also don't care which happens..." It's a variation of an old script, but this is the first time you mean every word.

"You can't be serious! We've just met!" Conrad objects weakly.

"Do you believe in love-at-first-sight Conrad?" You ask, now down to your underwear, and stalking closer to him.

"Yes, but..." he says, **** up and letting you remove his armor.

"I don't know if this is love or just lust, yet, but I want you, and I know you want me. Let's put those questions away by the fireside to warm before we chew on them, aye? I have had many lovers, of both genders, but you are the first that makes me feel this strange feeling, and it's one of my mottos to live with no regrets. I would very much regret not finding out where this feeling leads me..." You explain, and Conrad's resistance melts before your words, but one last protest does he make, when he too is down to undergarments.

"Dame Pinkamina, I am honored and humbled by your desire for me, but I must warn you that I am a virgin. My skills will no doubt be quite lacking in the eyes of one such as yourself..." he explains bashfully.

You smile, and pull his drawers down, exposing his long since hard penis.

"Be not afraid Lord VonHensurling, yours will not be the first virgin's load I've taken in my time, not even counting the maidens I've deflowered with tongue and fist..." You explain, then you begin to swallow his nine inch shaft like the whoreish slut you are.

Five minutes later you find yourself amazed at his stamina. Most men, let alone virgins, would long since have blown their load by now, but he's still fucking your face while you time your breaths to coincide with the outward stroak of his massive cock. Finally you feel that final trace of extra rigidity enter his member and you swallow him as far down your throat as he can go! The spurts of Cum fill the pitifully small stomach of your human form! As your lungs beg for air you pull him out and let the last few pumps of semen fill your mouth.

That Is when you regret letting the majority of the load go directly into your stomach! Most men's cum is vile tasting stuff but his is sweet and syrupy, like some kind of thickened fruit juice... You swish it around in your mouth, savoring the unusual flavor, while trying to milk out more with your dexterous tongue. As soon as you are sure he's done you pop his half limp clock out of your mouth and make a show of swallowing the last of his load...

As soon as his voice comes back you fall to talking, and you get the feeling he's not being honest with you. His history is too generic, rather like Dame Pinkamena's was before you spent 50 years doing research and refinements in it. It could be that his past is just that boring, but...

You also have this wild impulse to show him your Dragon form. He's presently unarmed and unarmored, it's relatively safe, but if he were to react badly and get away: your cover is totally fucking blown...