A meeting with the Draconian

Lady Bayannon slowly walks down the hall, finding the spiraling stairs that led up to one of the arcane towers. It was there that she would hear the sounds of Deraxle speaking in the Draconian tongue. It startled the human noblewoman, as she quietly made her approach towards the door, which was partially open. As she peeked in, she found no companion of any sort inside, just the sorcerer, who was seemingly reading a book out loud. Curiously, she snuck in, seeing some magical workings in place. The closer she got, the more she realized that Deraxle was working some sort of magic to actually write into what was now seemingly a sort of arcane journal. Tuns out that seemed to be the case, as she watched Deraxle continue to speak in the Draconian tongue, and the pages were being magically inscribed in the written Draconian language. Lady Bayannon watched in awe as Deraxle finished his magical journal entry. It was only then that he realized that he had company.

"Lady Bayannon, am I correct?" Deraxle looked to the human.

"Aye, Sir Duxanamon." Lady Bayannon nodded with a smile. "So you have some sort of magical ability that lets you speak at a journal, and inscribe it that way?"

"Actually, it's an ancient Draconian art, that started with the ancient dragons." Deraxle nodded with a soft smile. "The dragons would so these kinds of things, to share their experiences and thoughts with the other races. Many of their texts were lost when the other races went after the dragons for their treasures, or to drive the rogue ones out."

"How interesting." Lady Bayannon nodded. "When did your kind begin to form?"

"Centuries ago, when dragons learned how to take up the forms of their two-legged counterparts. They'd mingle in with the others, understand their many ways of life, even breeding with them. That was how the firstDraconians emerged." Deraxle gave her a smile, as he took the book and closed it.

"So your kind have been here for awhile, then?" Lady Bayannon looked to him.

"Yes, but we are not many compared to the humans." He looked to her. "Throughout our history, we have no numbered any more than 1,000. There was a time, when there was only 100 of us left, during the height of the raids against the dragons. Today, there are about 500 of us throughout the world. We do not form large communities, only small, close-knit ones."

"What about your family?" She looked to him, coming closer.

"My father remains in one of those communities far to the north." Deraxle looked to her. "He is one of the elder Draconians that live there,, with my grandfather, who is a pure dragon. My human mother died giving birth to me, so only my father, grandfather, and the rest of the community raised me."

"When did you discovered you had magic in your blood?" She sat down next to him on the pillows that had been placed on the floor.

"A few months after I was born." He looked to her. "We Draconians age faster compared to you humans. When you humans add in a full cycle of seasons, we Draconians turn that into five cycles. I was doing simple things that human children would otherwise be doing. I was mumbling about something, when I felt a sudden surge of energy come over me. Next thing I know, I was hurling a fireball at a pile of rubbish, incinerating it to ashes."

"So how long can your kind live, if you age so fast?" She was growing increasingly curious about him, her eyes running along the scales on his otherwise human face.

"If we are lucky, a few hundred years." He looked to her, seeing the curious look on her face. "Because of that, we do not breed as often as you humans do in your rather short lifespan."

"But surely you feel a need to breed every now and then, do you not?" She reached up, and stroked his face.

"Well, sometimes, I do." Deraxle looked to her, seeing the lusty look on her face. "But I have been concentrating on magical studies, so I have not put much thought into the earthly pleasures as the rest of the guild have done."

"Mmmm, then maybe I can help you out in this...little adventure, then." Lady Bayannon smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips gently. Slowly, and progressively, they turned the simple, light kiss, into a full, deep, passionate kiss. With Deraxle's magic, they were soon naked, with her dress and shift placed neatly on a table, along with her stockings and boots. No magic was needed, though, when the Draconian started to play with her nipples, fingering her tight, wet, hairy pussy; while she felt his human rod harden to a full 10".

"Wow, you're so big!" Lady Bayannon looked up to him, gently moving to lay him on the bed, and she moved to slowly mount him, feeling just how big she was against her tight pussy. "Aaahh! It's so big for me!"

Carefully, Lady Bayannon lowered herself down as much of his length as she could, and then she began to move. Slowly at first as she felt just how big he was against her tight pussy, and then as her wetness began to lubricate him, she began to move faster. Her breasts bounced as she moved, his big hand moving to feel her soft mounds, giving her nipples a pinch, which made her squeal. She continued this for as long as she could, which didn't take too long because of his big, thick dick that was snug tightly in her pussy. Gasping, she arched her back, then she moaned as she began to climax, her juices beginning to coat his full length.

Then it was Deraxle's turn to take her, getting her into the doggy style, and he entered her slowly. With his dick lubricated by her juices, he moved inside her a bit more easily. His finger then moved, and probed into her tight rear, which made Lady Bayannon squeal more from the double-penetration. Soon enough, Deraxle was working both his finger in her butt, and his dick in her pussy, almost in unison. The human noblewoman now cried out in pleasure, and Deraxle used a rather simple sorcery to make her hold back on her orgasm until he could climax with her. Then he released it when he was ready to climax, and he let her climax first, which was so overwhelming for her in her loud cries and gasps, while he stroked his dick, milking his seeds onto her back and butt. With a smile, the Draconian watched Lady Bayannon fall asleep pretty fast from the exhausting sex, and kissed her lips before he found the large bed for him to sleep on.