Human Deception

The very next day you were up early and had just grabbed more equipment from your Hoard. If you were going to do this, it had to be convincing, shoving the two mana potions, the empty potion bottle and the Poison Vial into your satchel. Leaving the items that would not assist in combat in your Hoard, you left the Inner Lair to inform Slazar that he will be in charge of the Lair while you were gone. If anything bad were to occur, which would definitely be the case considering the recent dragon attack along with the sudden change in the Emerald Forest, he was to just hunker down within the Inner Lair. You waved him goodbye and made your way towards the horses that were busy grazing on the tall grass in your Human form. Now you have had pretty bad animal handling experiencing but in this form, perhaps these horses would give you an easier time. Approaching the only horse suitable for a Grand Dragon King of the Emerald Forest, you reached your hand out to stroke the large black stallion's mane. Only to be rewarded with a huff and a kick from a pair of back legs. You are sent flying through the air and towards the tall grass, only to stop yourself right before impact. Huh, you can fly in human form. Guess that is another benefit of being a Lung Dragon, you can fly with magic instead of a pair of wings. Floating over to the stallion again, you grab its leash and stare into his eyes.

"Listen close. I am. Your Master. You will obey!" You state matter-of-factly to the great beast. Pulling it closer, you get up in the horse's face.

"A creature. Such as. Yourself. Deserves a. Name." Those string of words seem to capture his attention, did he understand you?

"Let us. See. You shall be... Sha-dow? No. Moon. No, uh. Dark-ness?" If an animal could give you the side eye, this one was definitely giving it to you. As you tried your best to think up a name for the horse, you accidentally tap the horse with a finger and open up its character sheet. Taking a step back, you realise that the horse had already been named, did Slazar or his previous owner do this?

"Ah, very well. You shall. Be. Nero." This was the easiest your words have rolled of your tongue. More specifically, his title was "Nero Level 5 Horse (Creep)". Really? This random NPC horse was the same level as you were all the way back then? Nero seems to calm down when you say his name and lets you get close enough to comb his hair. For once, he actually seems like a normal tamed horse. With your control over Earth, you shifted a clear path to allow Nero passage to the Main Road. It takes a while for you to arrive but once you do, you loiter about while waiting for the next carriage into Preheaven to pass on by. There seemed to be much more activity than usual, you notice a few eager Heroes stop close by and enter the forest. You leaned against a tree with you arms crossed, managing to get a few words here and there from the sparse conversation that the few Heroes would have. A "Big Ass Tree" here and "Related to that Green Dragon that attacked that farm" there. They should not be able to enter the cave as long as Slazar the Key Monster just stayed inside the dungeon, what a convenient loophole. He would have to hide the other horses and Dirt Golems inside the cave too but you have faith that it would work out in the end. You get a few looks and glances from passerbys but are left alone for the most part. Until finally, you see a group of carriages that seemed to be heading towards Preheaven, which meant it would be stopping by the different farms to collect goods.

You were armed to the teeth with weapons, you could probably pass for a Fighter or Battlemaster, or a bandit... Hopefully this works out. You get up onto Nero and follow along the front carriage for abit before finally calling out to the coachman up front. He shoots you a sudden quick glance before returning his eyes to the road, you notice his right hand reach for something hidden to his side. Perhaps you scared him with all those weapons on you. You clarified that you were a "Hero" that was new around here, looking to hunt down this new "Green Dragon" that had suddenly appeared. It was hard to tell from his face how he felt as his cap and long red hair covered most of it. He inquires as to why you were waiting in the middle of the forest. To which you reply that you had gotten lost and were told to wait for the carriages that passed by every now and again. He then asks as to how you were able to hear of the "Green Dragon" despite being so new around here. You remain silent before answering that you were "pretty good. At your job. As a. Dragon Hunter". The two of you wait for about two minutes in dead silence before the man returns his hand to the reins. Guess he bought it. He allows you to ride along until they pass by the farm that was attacked yesterday, after which you were on your own. You agree to these terms.

It was mind numbing. You were capable of travelling so much faster, whether it meant flying or speeding off on Nero. Yet here you were, slowly trotting along with this carriage that was as slow as Charon. You felt yourself slouch slightly from the boredom, fidgeting with your satchel. That was when the cloth of the carriage beside you shifted slightly to the side to reveal a young woman, could not be any older than her mid twenties. She was obviously an NPC, but the red hair and beady eyes was more than enough to get a rise out of you. She realises that you had noticed her and immediately goes back to hide behind the covers. If you were not trying to keep a low profile, you would have jumped in there and given her something to remember for the rest of her life. For the rest of the next ten minutes, you struggled to ride on while hiding your raging hard on. She will pay for this, you will have her one way or another. Glancing back real quick, you come up with a quick plan to distract the carriages and raise your right hand slightly. Pooling the nature energy in the air and directing it to the ground towards the carriages behind you, vines and weeds begin to grow out beneath them. You mouth the words "Entangle" and the plants begin to pull and tear out a single wheel from three of the back carriages. The entire caravan pulls to a halt at the sudden interruption. A slight sick smirk flashes on your face.

The leader up front immediately gets off and makes his way to the back, yelling out questions to the rest of the men. The plants that you had spawned wilted and withered into dust as the coachman approaches, leaving no evidence of your sabotage. You merely remained quiet as they surveyed the damage. From the sounds of it, they had the means to repair it with spare wheels but it will take awhile. You get off Nero and lead him to a nearby small tree, leashing him to it. In an effort to get on their good side, you offered to do a quick check of the area for any malcontent. The man in the cap wordlessly grunts and gestures for you to continue. Taking this opportunity, you disappear into the trees before casting the Fly on yourself and taking to the skies. Soaring through the air, you loop around to the other side of the road, careful to avoid any line of sight. From there, you quickly sneak up towards the front carriage and assume your Draconic Form. This was probably really stupid but your little buddy downstairs required that you did this. You slightly shift the cloth of the carriage and peaked inside, a single shadowy form was within. Good, no other witnesses. With utmost haste, you crawled into the carriage before the woman could even react. She was barely able to move one she finally notices you before you grasp her mouth with your large scaled hand, smothering a scream. You stick a single talon from your other hand to her neck, barely poking her skin. This was more than enough to send her the message, she must not struggle or you will do something horrible.

You read her title, "Lacy Level 1 Villager (NPC)". In a few minutes, she will have a new one, and it will rhyme with tenant. Fully entering the carriage, you pull up her dress to reveal... Nothing? She was not wearing anything underneath. The sudden realisation that this whore was a pervert forces you to lose control. You move your free hand to spread her legs fully apart and then you secure one of her legs onto your shoulder. All she can do is whimper into your hand as you **** her to make full eye contact with you. And then, you plunge into her. Your hand begins to tighten its grip on her face, you were barely able to stop yourself from crushing her skull with your newly ascended strength. She could not even scream into your hand due as you fully hilted yourself in one go. Ah, it has been a long time since you have had another woman besides Nancy or the Firehawk, and to top it all off? She was a virgin too! The poor girl barely even puts up a fight or struggle, simply accepting your gift of pleasure silently. Guess she must be related to the Leader of this caravan in some way, they both barely make a sound to anything. You lean in closer to really stare into her teary eyes, ensuring that she knows her place at that very moment. Once she weakly closes her eyes in defeat, you begin to slowly pull out and then rapidly thrust back into her. Every slap of your hips against her rewards you with a quiet yelp into your hand along with her eyes rolling further back into her head. You had to be quick though, so you forgo taking it slow and begin to really pound into her, quietly. It is not long before her eyes suddenly go wide and her body begins to spasm, followed by your own climax. You cram as much of yourself that you possibly can into her and release your treasured seed into her sacred garden.

As per usual, a timer for ten minutes appeared along with the words "successful impregnation". The girl is a whimpering and shivering mess beneath you as your cock is slowly released from her depths. A glob of your semen messily flows out of her slowly, before sloppily spilling down her leg and onto the rags below. Your breath is slightly ragged from the quickie but you really wanna ensure she is truly inseminated. You were not sure how long you have before they are done with the repairs and you know that repeated releases of semen into a woman will reduce the timer. Lacy barely has time to rest when you decide to re-enter her again, your member already at full mast again from the thought of giving her kids. She is unable to resist your advances as you pound away with her potential saviours a few feet away. Her eyes are empty by this point, her hands and legs limp and to the side as you have your way. It is not long before you are close again, your testicles begin to swell that familiar feeling before you give a woman your young. You speed up into her but the mood is suddenly shifted sour when you hear the man call out to the woman. Slowing your pace but still continuing to pummel her hole, you stare into the woman's eyes again. They have their energy again despite previously being absent, guess she does not wish for the Leader to see her like this. The man calls out to her again and you lick the tears off her face before slowly removing your hand from her jaw. She seemed to understand what would happen if she did not comply.

"Sweetie, you there? Sorry, one of the wheels broke, we'll be here for another thirty minutes or so." The man states as plainly and kindly as he could while still keeping up some form of stoicism. Her eyes widened at the news and it looked like she was about to break into tears. You slow your rut to a complete stop despite wanting to burst into her and gesture for her to answer properly. Would not want to raise suspicion for the next twenty-five minutes now, would we?

"Y-yes Gran- Granpa. I- I- *sniff* I understand." The words were barely able to escape her dry lips. You reward her with a tongue down her throat to help quench her thirst. As you do so, she whines through a second orgasm, the man definitely heard that one.

"Are you okay Sweetie? What's happened?" He asks with concern, slight suspicion in his voice. You retracted your tongue to allow her to respond, on the verge of completely busting for a second time today. You ensured she complied with a talon to her throat, your cock twitching like crazy all throughout this ordeal.

"I- I'm fine Gran- Gran- GranpAH!" She accidentally exclaims as you explode inside of her again.

"Lacy!?"

"I'M FINE, JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

It was complete silence for about five seconds before the sounds of footsteps could be heard moving away from the coach. What a strong girl, she had just saved Grandpa's life right there, she will surely bare you strong young. She was softly sniffing and hacking with tears running down the side of her face, barely audible amongst the sound of shouting and repair work. Poor girl will have to endure this for the next twenty minutes, not that it was your concern to be honest. You went back to rutting, careful not to go too hard so as to not arouse suspicion. Of course, the only thing aroused here would be the two of you. Lacy was not even struggling anymore nor did it look as though she wanted to call out for help despite your hands being preoccupid with her hips. You ruthlessly pounded away at her for the allocated time without stopping in spite of nutting another three more times. Even after the timer was fully depleted, you relished in her torment, going at it despite her slight protest at seeing the pop up to let her know of her pregnancy. By the time you were done, she was an emotionless mess on the floor, engulfed in all sorts of fluids. Lots of sweat, some vaginal fluids, mostly semen. It had been a long time since you did something so exciting, thus the immense loads you were blasting into and onto her. As you pulled out of her, you grabbed a nearby rag and blindfolded her. Afterwards, when you were sure she was properly visionless, you swapped over to your Human form. Getting up close, you whispered into her ears in a low sultry, almost taunting voice.

"Be a dear. Clean yourself. Up." Before tossing a towel from one of the stacks of neatly folded fabrics onto her. She winces at the unfamiliar sound of your voice, remaining motionless despite the towel falling weightlessly onto her face. With that, your member was fully satisfied and you stealthily left the carriage as quietly as you could. Flying over to the other side of the road, you noticed that they were almost done repairing all the wheels. Once you reappeared from the treeline, you undo the leash and bring Nero over to the main group. He takes a few sniffs at you and neighs before giving your shoulder a light tap with his head. Guess he could smell the reek of sex from your being despite changing forms, was he congratulating you? Seems like the two of you could actually get along afterall, if it was about something horrible like this. Was that why he was always so aggressive to you? He wanted to protect his mares from the big bad scary dragon? Well you have fucked birds already, he may have been onto something, not that you have considered horse fucking at this point... Yet? Now that you were thinking about it, they do have nice rears and you were capable of impregnating Firehawks. Who was to say that you could not fuck a hors- Your fucked up train of thought is cut off as the voice of the Leader beckons you over. You lead Nero along and he fills you in on what had happened, including how his granddaughter was acting quite weird... He wanted you to try and speak to her. His rationale? You were a handsome young man close to her age. Heh, if only he knew.

"Hello? Miss Lacy?" You called out to her in the most concerning voice that you could possibly muster. The slight movements and sounds of wiping and whimpering came to a halt when she hears you. Oh damn, you did use your real voice previously, does she recognise it from that one short instance?

"Miss Lacy, are you okay? May I. Speak to. You?" You struggled to get the words out, speech was still new to you and so was deceiving compassion. The pause was palpable and you were starting to fidget on the spot. You had to say something fast.

"...Miss Lacy? I'm coming. In." Were the cruel and frankly evil words that came out of your mouth as you moved to shift the fabric to the side. Hearing those words, Lacy immediately leapt to hold them together and shut tight.

"O-oh... *sniff* You're that ma- man on the *sniff* black horse, are you n-not? *Sniff* I'm fine- really, tell- *sniff* tell grandpa that I'm fine. Tha- thank yo- *sniff* you." She struggled to get those words out. A sick smirk was hidden across your face from the girl's grandfather as you backed up from the carriage. Returning your face to one of concern, you turned to face the Leader and simply shrugged. He seems to have caught on that something was off, perhaps it was the smell of your seed that coated the floor of the carriage. In an effort to divert his attention somewhere else, you quickly got up onto Nero and gestured to the man.

"We should. Go. Daylight is. Short." You informed him as you pointed to the rest of the carriages. The man had a duty and you were about to **** that sense of his to your advantage. Hopefully Lacy can clean up the carriage to some degree of proper before they arrive at Preheaven, not that it was really your problem anymore. She did not recognise your voice, or if she did, she was unable to link it to the one she heard in the carriage. With that, the caravan was able to continue its way to Preheaven. Overall, the plan was going along smoothly with the added benefit that you were able to get some tail. It was not part of the plan of course, but who could blame you after someone that cute shows her face? Everyone was happy that the caravan was moving, the only person who was negatively affected was merely some lady who now carried your young. The Caravan reached its first stop, the farm that you had previously attacked and where you were seperating from the rest of this group. You thanked the Leader and proceeded past some farmhands that were busy loading up some cargo onto one of the back carriages. Sparing a single glance back at your most recent conquest, you notice that she was peeking her face through the fabric of her coach. You could tell even from here, her face was smeared in dried semen and tears while her eyes were red and tired. For your final act of frankly plain ol' evil, you waved at her and smiled. She notices and softly smiles before meekly waving her hand through the cloth, oblivious to the real reason you were smiling. She better raise whatever whelp that comes out of her ruined hole properly.

Greeting one of the young men that was in the process of moving items about, you asked him about the owner of this establishment. He was a bulky fellow, looked to be about seventeen or ninteen years of age. His straw-hat covered his messy brown hair. You let him know that you were a wandering Hero who had heard of the Dragon that attacked their Farmstead and stressed that you were in fact a Dragon Hunter. He did not seem that bright, a slight bruise visible above his eyebrow. This was definitely one of the boys that you thrashed about when you attacked the first time. His eyes did light up when you brought up the fact that you were a Dragon Hunter. Good, he was easy enough to convince. You leashed Nero to a nearby horse post and scanned the area as he brought you deeper into the farm. Seems like you were heading towards the big barn that you had seen previously. As it turns out, there were plenty of guards and Heroes here yesterday. Although the number seems to have been diminished immensely today, the bulk of them had already made their way to the Emerald Forest to find you. The fools would just be running in circles, there was no way to enter your Lair, not unless you wanted them to. You did note that there were still some Preheaven guards wandering about. The young man who was showing you the way to the barn, his name was Berry- stupid name I know, informed you that his boss was pulling his hair out ensuring all of his stock was accounted for. Apparently they were all confused as to why you had not stolen anything from the place, you know, classic dragon behaviour. Truth be told, you were kind of after something more specific than just random livestock or plants. A cowgirl giving you cowgirl style sex would just really hit the spot you thinks.

You came up with some nonsense about how younger dragons tend to panic and take too long or not take the opportunity to loot places. He bought it instantly, immediately singing your praises. Looks like Berry will be very useful. Once your duo finally reaches the barn, Berry removes his straw-hat and bows his head slightly before speaking. He lets "Sir Smith" know of a young man who claimed to be an expert on dragons. Smith is kneeling before some grains, busy with something, you were not sure exactly what it is farmers did besides farming. He seems to have not heard Berry as he does not even pause or react to the straw-hat boy. Sheepishly, Berry attempts to call out again, only for the man to cut him off in quite an annoyed tone. He had definitely heard him the first time. Infact, he exclaims that he heard the big boy way before he even reached the barn. "Big foot steps stompin bout' the place, scarin the animals," was the exact wording he used to be precise. You stifled a chuckle, only for the man to turn his ire on you.

"Now what in the hells do ya thunk yer laughin about there boy?" The old man scowled at you pointedly. You were slightly taken aback, what was with the sudden aggression? Somebody has some serious anger issues, probably because of a tiny dick or something. Here you were, willing to provide your services almost for free and he was going to start a fight or something?

"Well sir, you see. I'm here. to-"

"I heard the straw-hat kid son, now why in the hells would I need the help of some young upstart claimin he knows about dragons be'er than I do? Yer a Dragon Hunter aye? What kind of dragons do you hunt? I dun see no protective gear against poison on you son. I thunk yer just some phony brat!" He rudely cuts you off with a lecture of his own. You clench your fists, blood running up to your slightly psychotic eyes. You had half a mind to end this charade right here and now, carving the walls with his blood would not be so bad actually... No, you had a plan. The end result will be a hundred times more satisfying than simply killing this poor old senile fool. This man will submit to your will by the time you get back for the Blood Moon, you swear it. His entire farm property will be serving your needs, you swear it. Any women that he holds will bloat with your young, your dick swears it. You reached into your satchel and pulled out the vial of poison that you had received long ago. Waving it towards this Smith, you uncap and down the whole thing. Both men recoil at your sudden insanity, eyes wide and visibly shook. Now if you can use your magic and flight in your human form, then... Sure enough, the poison goes down pretty easily, infact it tasted just like thick tree sap. Tossing the vial to the ground, you cross your arms in a show of superiority to this foolish human. As you stare him down, you realised that you finally recognised him, he was one of those bowmen that was there yesterday along with Berry.

"Did'ja just down a whole vial of poison? How are ya alive?" Mr Smith asked incredulously while picking up the empty vial of poison. He takes a sniff of it before recoiling in disgust, he seems to realise that what you just drank was the real deal.

"Listen closely, Mr Smith. I am. Offering. My services. Free of charge. I am merely. A humble. Dragon Slayer. Please, allow me. Lodging. For about. Five days. I will find this. Dragon!" You **** the longest sentence yet. Smith notices your struggle and a spark of admiration seems to appear in his eyes. He wordlessly gets up and tosses the bottle to Berry before speaking.

"Ya know what? I like yer guts kid. Sure, you can stay. But if you can't kill the Dragon by the next Blood Moon, I'm sorry but you'll have to make like a tree." He said calmly, was this fool trying to test you? Either ways, he walked on by and slipped a key into your pocket before making his way to the cowshed. You were able to size him up as he passed, he was way shorter and overall smaller when compared to you or any of the other workers here. He sported a cowboy hat and black hair, with plenty of white strands throughout. His eyes were a generic black that you have seen amongst many of the humanoids you have met during your journey. You pulled the key out of your pocket and gave it a quick once over. Nothing too unique, Berry takes out one of his own too. Completely identical except for his having the number three on the head with yours having the number four. He explains that all the workers had their own cottage to live in as they worked on the farm. If you were going to be snooping around while searching for signs of dragons, that meant you were on his payroll and thus a worker of his. Well, this was turning out pretty well, he was so kind to provide you your own privacy. Now should you rail his wife there or on his bed? Ooh, maybe both? After checking out the barn for abit, Berry brings you over to the stables where all of Mr Smith's prized horses stayed at. Of course, you did not forget to bring Nero along too. You took in the view, in three of the stalls stood three beautiful horses. The first was a brown workhorse with a gray coat on its back, it stood tall and proud before you. The second was another workhorse, a dark gray coloured its coat as it stood watch dutifully while awaiting another job. Finally, there was Mr Smith's prized race horse, an excellent maple brown and toned legs built for speed. As you moved onto the fourth stall, you had not realised that there was actually a forth horse, a pale sickly white appearance with a shorter stature than the rest. You stare at it in disgust, what was this thing doing here in the presence of the rest of these beauties?

Nero seemed to share the same sentiment as he got up real close to the inferior horse and huffed at it, forcing the other horse to reel back in submission. The pale horse then began to yelp loudly at Nero in anger, however your steed simply ignored him and went over to check the rest of the mares out. You realised that while the rest of the horses were pretty big, Nero the black stallion still dwarfed them, seriously what was Slazar feeding this thing? It must have some pretty crazy genetics to get this huge and strong, not to mention he was literally level five. You wonder if he could pass on these desirable traits of his? Well, a matter for another day. Questioning Berry, he informed you that the two mares Betty and Mice were new additions as the previous workhorses had recently passed. Bean was also a pretty new mare as Mr Smith had wanted to get into horse racing, a popular activity in Preheaven. Finally, the white horse was called Bloodsnow and was actually Mr Smith's favourite horse. This one he had kept since he was old enough to get married. Apparently it was a gift from a close friend at his wedding about twenty or so years ago. He got it when it was a foal and has been so desperately trying to have it mate with one of the other mares in an effort to continue its bloodline or some shit. Of course, this thing was pretty damn old in horse years, was it still capable of producing viable sperm? Understandably, most of the mares seem to reject it, even during their estrus. Which should be the easiest time to get a mare to mate with you, so all the more you realised how truly pathetic this thing was. You had difficulty imagining that prideful man riding on something so weak and small. Taking a step back, you realised that there were quite a few similarities between the man and his favoured horse. And judging from the size of the member on this one, perhaps your previous assessment of Smith's size might be accurate too. Afterall, pets tend to take after their owners. The way forward for the plan was getting clearer.

They were kind enough to give Nero his own stall, which was to your interest, you wished to take EVERYTHING this man owned. That required Nero getting comfortable and intimate with his horses. In the meantime, you thought to acquaint yourself with the regulars of the farm. Besides Berry and Smith, there was also the rifle wielding Elf Woodslux and another older human gentleman, goes by John. The four of them did most of the work around here, whether it be watering the crops or tending to the animals. From your own observations, they mostly dealt in wheat, cows, horses and chickens. Par for the course in a standard NPC farm such as this. Heading over to your cottage for the first time, you could not help but notice some people watching you from the corner of your eyes. From what you could tell, they were two Elf Ladies that seemed to be related, it was hard to tell when you were trying to keep a low profile. Pushing past that, you found yourself before the door to your cottage. Inserting the key, you unlocked the door to find an absolutely dusty room in a state of disrepair. Where was Slazar when you needed him? You sighed to yourself as you put the key away and got to work cleaning up quick. If you were going to go through with the plan, this place had to be cleaned up well. Grabbing a broom and mop, you got to work on the dust problem. You also grabbed some rags to reach the spots that the broom could not. Mindlessly you copied the techniques that Slazar would implement whenever he was busy cleaning something back at the Lair. Within a few hours, you had cleaned the place to the point that a woman would not actually mind stepping into it. Time moved by so fast, you had not even realised that it was nearing the evening. Although, there was still work to be done as the mattress and bed sheets reeked of ****.

"Why hello der Mister, hard at work I see." An unfamiliar voice called out to you from the doorway of your cottage. Turning on the spot, you held onto your broom tightly, surprised that someone had managed to sneak up on you.

"Woah der cowpoke, I'm just here to bring you dinner. Didn't realise we had such a big strong warrior on this here farms." The Elf Lady purred as she brought in a bowl covered by a lid. She strolled on over to the table to your right and turned away from you before bending over to set it down. As she did that, you were able to get a full view of her massive rear and could feel yourself harden immediately. Shifting some of her hair over her ear, she removed the lid and turned to see your reaction. The aroma that wafted throughout the room was exquisite, it bothered and confused you that Mr Smith here had somehow managed to land such a woman. She had long braided red hair that looked like the leaves that would fall off trees during the autumn and her ears were sharp like most elves. She donned a green plain dress that was tight enough to really show off her curves. Her eyes were green like yours, although a little lighter. You moved closer to find that she had made some beef stew.

"My. Apologies. I am not. Sure. We are acquainted." You informed her in as masculine of a tone that you could possibly manage. Picking up a spoon, you scooped up some of the stew to get a taste. So this was how real cooked food tasted like? Huh, very salty.

"Oh, of course, name's Andvalden Hydrangea Smith. But just for yer handsome mug? Ann's fine." She replied, either sending you signals or perhaps that was just how she spoke to everyone.

"You are. Related to. Smith?" You inquired.

"Oh dun go letting him catch ya call him that without the Mister Infront, Mister. Mah husband's a real... He de- he deserves the respect." She corrects you before exploring the room that you had just cleaned.

"We dun get much handsome men around these parts. That Woodslux fellow can be such a pain to talk to sometimes, him and John. Not to mention that oaf Berry, I mean ah know he means well- but he can just be so slow sometimes. Er- sorry, am ah bothering ya? It's been awhile since ah could just let it all out to someone and I guess speaking to pretty lil thang like you kinda just..." She proceeded to yap without so much as a singular prompt from you.

"You do not. Like it here?" You questioned as you took a few bites out of the beef.

"Oh nothing like that, I love mah husband and daughter very much ah'll have you know- okay maybe just my daughter. *Sigh*, ever since that fool went and wasted so much of our money on that damned race horse. I swear, sometimes it feels like he loves his horses more than he does us. And we're his gosh darn family fer gods sake!" She finished as she stomped on the spot, hands to the side to really try and sell her anger. You simply proceeded to down the entire bowl of stew down your gullet. Slamming the bowl down onto the table suddenly to which Ann was taken aback, you turned to her. Wiping your mouth, you stared her dead in the eye.

"That does not sound. Very loving. For a fine. Elf Lady. Such as yourself." You stated softly. She seemed to calm down when you say that and even smirks slightly at your remark.

"Oh dearie, I'm only a half elf. Mah daddy's the Elf and yer right, it is not very loving. But he is the man I have sworn my life to, ah simply can't do nuthin about it." She somberly stated that fact. The entire time during this conversation, you were struggling to hide the fat raging boner hidden beneath the table cloth.

"Your daughter. She is Half Elf too?" You asked in an effort to shift the conversation to something less depressing.

"Oh no, she would be three fourths Elf- oh sorry, ah mean human." She corrected herself suddenly, almost fearfully as her face lit up in surprise that she could even get it wrong.

"Would you look at the time, ah should be bringing the last bowl to my husband. See ya around cowpoke." She quickly ended the conversation before grabbing the empty bowl and showing herself out. You hated that she had to leave but you enjoyed watching her go, her ass shaking hypnotically from side to side. Once you were alone in the room, you got up to wipe the windows and then finally dealing with the nasty bed. Soaking the mattress and bed sheet in water and soap, you were able to dry it quickly with the "Gust of Wind" spell. Like the name would suggest a simple word of power along with the odd shaking of your hand allowed you to control the element of wind itself. Thankfully, noone was around to witness you, you think. Although, they must have definitely felt a change in the wind as the farmhands suddenly began to run around faster when you casted the spell. The drying and cleaning process required a few uses of the spell but eventually, you had clean rags and a dried bed. After placing everything into place, you were genuinely satisfied with your work, this was probably the nicest residential spot here. Aside from the main farmhouse of course. Stretching your arms to the side like you always did, you realised it was about time you went and showered. As a dragon, you were completely unbothered by going weeks without washing. However as a young man who needs to keep up appearances in the community? Bathing often would be mandatory.

The workers all shared a single bath area where only one person could use it at a time. From the look of things, you were the first one here. Entering and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the shower after placing all the shower items on the table. They had been so kind by providing you shower equipment inside of your cottage, we all knew that you obviously did not have any. Apparently humanoids washed themselves with this bar of soap thing and brushed their teeth with this stick. You never had to bother with that nonsense, usually you just died and came back brand new or you cleaned out your teeth with your poisons. Removing all of your clothes, you found yourself struggling to remove your pants as you imagined yourself clapping away at the wife's fat ass. Once you finally got your draws off, your massive and painful erection sprung free. With one hand, you placed your clothes onto the table while the other hand wrapped itself gingerly around your straining cock. As you turned on the showerhead, you leaned against the wall with your head and arm, a spray of cold water hit your naked human skin. You are yet to explore the pleasures of your human body yet. You begin to stroke it slow, remembering some of your older conquests, remembering how those women gave in to you. Speeding up, you then think of your potential future, imagining yourself claiming the female denizens of this farm. You begin to lean your head back and shift your body slightly to the side as you let the water hit the rest of your body. As you do that, you hear a quiet and sudden feminine yelp. Your eyes shifted to look slightly behind you, all the while continuing your jerk session.

From the doorway, you could see a single eye staring back at you from the empty space where the door could not close fully. The singular eye was a light brown and her shoulder length hair looked either black or mud brown in the dark. From the looks of it, she did not realise that you have already noticed her. Well, it would be rude to not give your little peeper a show now, would it? She must have started watching when the shower came on but only now was she able to see your full length and girth. You thank your draconic heritage as you begin to gently stroke yourself sideways so that she could see the full extent of your masculinity. It would be better to pretend that you were oblivious to her voyeurism, lest you scared her away. You could hear her quick breathing through the water droplets engulfing you. Completely turned on by your audience, you begin to really pick up the pace as you try your best to recall your latest conquest today. You remember as the girl tried her hardest to remain silent to protect those she held dear. The feeling of taking advantage of such a poor thing was still fresh in your mind. Despite nutting so many times today, you were still able to ejaculate a decent enough load right now, a valiant effort really. Afterall, you would not want to disappoint the lady right behind the door, would you? Pulling your head back all the way, you grasp your pained cock with your hand and let it all out in front of her. Shot after shot of pure white fluid flowed out of your friend as it splashed powerfully onto the wet ground.

"Oh dear gods!" Exclaimed the woman behind the door, barely able to keep her voice down from watching the glorious volume of baby batter leave you. Judging from her reaction, she might be inexperienced. This may even be the biggest one she has seen yet. Poor girl. Turning your head as cool and dramatically as you possibly could, you make proper eye contact with her. All the while ensuring she can see you stroke your member as it continues to spew out your spunk. Her eye widens as she realises what has happened.

"Hrmm." You grunted, unsure of what to say in case she suddenly ran off. So instead, you showed her your resolve by looking down at your cock and flicking it up and down a few times. Your seminal fluid flies around everywhere before the bulk of it gets tossed to the wet floor. If you were not mistaken, you shook it so hard that a few droplets flew over onto her face. She barely reacts to it though, her singular eye transfixed on your member bobbing up and down hypnotically. She knew that you had seen her, you had half a mind to just take her right now, but she has been a good girl. Instead, you spend the next ten minutes or so cleaning yourself properly with the bar of soap, ensuring she got a full view of your entire body. From your built chest to your muscled rear, she was getting the full show. Once you were done, you turned the shower off before drying yourself with the towel provided for you. As you went to brush your teeth, you realised that she had already left. Guess she got her fill. It was better that way, you did not want her getting caught by the other men. She will be yours and yours alone. Your evening after was spent walking around the farm and making small talk with the folks that ran the farm. What you were able to learn from the little you could pry out of the older workers was that Woodslux was there on some contract. Apparently he owed a massive favour or blood debt to Smith's old close friend. In order to pay it off, he has to work at Smith's farm until the daughter is married off. Why? Fuck if you knew. That man was tight-lipped if anything. Apparently John worked for Smith's father when he was much younger. After Smith senior's unfortunate passing, he decided to just work for his son instead. Although from the sound of it, he really does not like the current owner as much. You believe the exact words used was "Angry Little Man unlike his brothers".

You wanted to try and snake some information out of Berry but he was already sleeping. Was it not eight in the evening? Whatever, you spent the rest of the evening afterwards just relaxing in your cottage. Laying in your freshly cleaned bed, you wondered what Slazar was up to. He had been your faithful servant for awhile now despite pledging allegiance to his Mistress. You still felt like you could trust him though, he has been helpful and you would not have gotten this far without his help. You really should reward him with something substantial though, he almost died a few times trying to protect you. Maybe some women? Perhaps he would prefer a higher rank in your army once you become a Grand Dragon King Boss Emperor? He did say that he was the last of his specific Kobold kind, maybe you will give him some of the female kobolds. Perhaps help him repopulate the five horns or whatever it is he was talking about. Hmm, you should ask for his type of women once you got back, he was a fertility cleric. He has to know some things about love and family planning. You begin to wonder if that Red Dragon Mistress of his would even accept you? Sure, you were much stronger now, not to mention that you were about to taint the bloodlines of so many people. At least, that was one of the goals that the weird chains dragon in your dream told you to accomplish. Man, shit has been crazy, you were just going to go to sleep. Good Night Slazar.

Where was Master Dragon when you needed him? Slazar thought that to himself as he ducked out of the way of another throwing axe. Scrambling to his feet, he attempted to leap for the longsword that was smacked out of his hand, only to be kicked in the stomach by a bare foot. The room was completely empty besides the Young Barbarian and the Young Cleric. The furious lady stomped down on Slazar's stomach, keeping him in place as she raised her massive battleaxe over her head. It was a valiant effort truth be told, the Dirt Golems were easily dispatched by the raging barbarian. The horses, the poor horses, she broke all of their legs. They were still alive, but would require immediate medical attention if they were to make it to the next day. Aid that only Slazar could provide as he struggled to push the powerful muscled foot off his belly. She was absolutely livid, apparently she expected to find Master Dragon here. She had even wasted a "Skeleton Key" just to get inside the Inner Lair too. The Barbarian was unable to loot the Hoard or open the metal door to the prison as the Poison Dragon was still alive. However, if Slazar was killed, that would allow her to farm dungeon keys from his corpse. She could easily bring in twenty Heroes to ambush said lung dragon. All of Slazar's plans could go up in flames if he died right there, everyone was relying on him. As Slazar laid his head to the side, he saw the four girls looking back at him. He had spent so many days grooming and feeding them, their pitiful pleas for help palpable from a mere blink of their eyes. What could he do? How could he possibly turn the tides against a level fifty barbarian that was in a frenzied rage? As she brought the axe down to his head, he made his final gambit and casted the one cleric feature he never expected to use in combat.

He was not dying here, either submit or LEAVE.

(Eight days to the next Blood Moon)