Go on a walk

A few minutes later, you contented yourself enough that you could stand. Examining your empty cavern, you realized that you needed to make it yours. There was no treasure, no trinkets, no lava flows or flames or bodies. It was pitiful, for sure.

The sun still shined outside, and the day was still young. You figured that some exploration around these hills couldn't hurt.

You wondered if you would run into any more humans, but you suppressed the thought before your mind had any reasons to escalate it.

Unlike last time, you made your way in the opposite direction that the cavern entrance pointed to. Climbing the flank of the cave, you hopped down a few steep ledges and descended the hill.

A tiny stream ran downward, and lapped up some of the cool, crisp water. A water source near your cave was good, but you still needed a source of food.

Surely there was a human farm that you could terrorize nearby. You looked down at yourself, tough and scaled, but still smaller than an average human. Your eyes reached your breasts, and you blushed. Surely you wouldn't need a repeat of yesterday in order to get food, even if you weren't strong enough to raze villages yet.

You continued your journey, following the tiny stream as it wounded down the rocks. Eventually it stopped in a small outcropping, collecting in a pool of water. You walked past it, finding another rocky path winding downward past a few boulders.

Examining it, you saw that it was studded by patches by grass and led downward into a misty valley. Before you could continue, you heard a splash behind you.

Walking back past the boulders, you spotted a blue figure bobbing downward in the pool.

Its head came back up and it—

his arms splashed water into his face with a groan. He stretched his azure wings and rubbed water on them, removing what looked like dried, red, blood.

You recognized him. It was one of your siblings that hatched alongside you, the lighter of the two blue-scaled ones. You couldn't tell as he stood in the pool, but he seemed to be taller and more muscular than you.

Your eyes moved up to his jaws, watching his strong jaws open with teeth as sharp and big as yours. "Kin," he said declaratively.

You nearly jumped. "Oh. Um. Hello," you stuttered as he emerged from the pool.

"How grand that fate has aligned us to meet, children of the same eggs," he said with a majestically deep voice, one oddly mystical. "What would your name be, fellow drake?"

"M-my name?" You paused. All great dragons, elders and lords and matrons, they all had names that were laced with power. But you never considered what people would call you, as they paid tribute or quaked in fear of your power.

"A mature drake with no name?" He said it almost disappointedly, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, he looked down at you with what looked with pity. "Very well... My name is Kalindor, His Eminence the Azure Terror of Arelden," he announced, raising his head with pride.

You smiled as a few tingles rolled down your spine. Something about it filled you with a sense of... was it pride? Awe?

"What do you think?" He asked, looking back down at you. "The peasants in Arelden will be telling tales of me for centuries to come. It is only a matter of time."

Before you could open your mouth to speak, he sniffed with an air of disgust. "Speaking of..." he grumbled, "the scent of humans is pungent here." He swirled around, checking the area. Finally, he looked down at you, lowering his face to yours like an angry hawk. "It is all over you!"

His eyes scanned you head-to-toe, and he snarled, "You—"his hand shot to your windpipe, crushing your little neck with brute ****. Breath failed you, and you started to see stars as he lifted you with his hand alone. Then, he slammed you into the ground, your scales absorbing the impact.

You sputtered for breath, and felt a pleasurable wind at your soaked loins. Kalindor's head was between your legs, and—

Your second orgasm of the day hit you. His tongue pushed past your lips and sent ripples of ecstasy as it bounced between your inner walls. You suppressed a moan, only to let out a squeal-ish gasp.

Kalindor removed his head and looked at you. Your face was burning hot with embarrassment as you panted. "The vile stench of human is not washed away by the river you've leaked." He shook his head in pity. "A pink, nameless drake, whoring herself out to anyone that comes across." He leaned in closer, hovering near your ear. "Do you think you're a dragon, little one?"

Your leg twitched and you suppressed a squeak. Somehow, you found yourself wetter than ever. "You are my kin. I will not let you defile our proud race any more. It is my duty to be your shepherd..." He leaned in to your ear once again, and clarified with a whisper: "Your master."

You tried to pull yourself up, only to rub your backside on the rough ground, eliciting another stifled moan.

"Your body agrees." Kalindor declared, grabbing your neck again. "Come, my pet, I shall show you your new home." He tugged you toward him, landing yourself on four legs.

"Follow me. Do not stand. You have not yet earned that privilege, pet."