He displays dominant behavior.

You think best when you are in motion, you always have; at this moment you are pacing rapidly back and forth, one slender white finger tapping thoughtfully at your lips as you try to think. Although you are not aware of it, your full c-cup breasts bounce freely with every step you take, their pale flesh and dark red nipples were visible to any observers eyes through the gaping rips in the front of your dress. As you turn and head away your perfect, heart shaped ass twitches invitingly and tantalizing glimpse of your long milky white legs are visible in the knee high slits in the skirt.

You are so lost in your own thoughts you don’t notice that the red scaled beastman has moved into your path, in fact it’s only when you rebound off of what feels like a hot, scale covered brick wall that you look up, bewitching green eyes blinking distractedly as your attention slowly returns to the mundane world around you.

The dragon man is standing in front of you; the ‘scaly wall’ you had rebounded off of had in fact been his scale covered, muscular form. The transformation spell you had cast upon him had made the draconian a massive figure, standing closer to seven feet tall than to six and he was now correspondingly broad at the shoulders, with the impressive musculature of a warrior or a blacksmith.

Although you are a sorceress without living peer and also have what a half drunken noble once told you was “a rack without compare in the entire kingdom”, at only one inch past five foot tall, you are quite short for a woman and you feel a stab of annoyance as you are **** to crane your neck backwards to look up at his face.

The pupils of his dark red eyes are very wide and gleam strangely as they look down on you; you feel an a rare (and unwelcome) stab of uncertainty and you nervously take a step away from him as he licks at his thin lips with a long, forked tongue.

“Your dress” his voice is cool and harsh “Take it off”

“What did you say?” you ask incredulously, certain that you had misheard him.

“Your dress” he repeats, taking a long step towards you “Take it off”

Your eyes widen in shocked anger and your hands come up before you, fingers beginning to writhe in the complex gestures of spellcasting but you are too slow. Moving faster than you would have believed possible the draconian lunges forward and grabs you, one of his massive hands encircling your thin wrists and the other slipping through the gaping tears in your dress and stroking at your full breasts.

Why is he so hot? Is it the dragon in him? the thought was completely random in this situation, but it was true nonetheless, the draconian’s dark red scales were noticeably warmer than your own soft, marble white skin.

“No!” you snarl, trying to yank your arms loose from his grip “Let me go” Inside, you are both shocked at how fast the draconian beastman could move and furious at yourself for making such a mistake, with your hands trapped the way they were you could not cast any spells and without your magic...

Despite your best efforts to free yourself, Doe barely seems to notice your struggles, leering down at you as he caresses your tits again, this time wringing a gasp of **** pleasure from your lips. You spit a furious stream of curses and threats as his hand leaves off stroking at your luscious breasts and begins to drift southward with a single retractable claw extended; this dagger sharp claw slices through the dark fabric of your gown easily and within moments he has reduced the rich silk to ribbons. The movement of your breathing sends these thin, ragged ribbons collapsing to the ground around you, leaving you standing before him naked save for a pair of knee high, glossy black boots.

“Very nice” he mutters as he runs his eyes up and down your naked body, smile widening enough to show his gleaming white teeth. He suddenly begins moving forward, driving you backwards; your slender white legs taking two steps for each one of his longer strides. You have only taken half a dozen steps before you bump into a worktable; Doe sweeps its surface clean with one thick red scaled arm and hoists your small body up onto the surface with the other.

Hot, crimson scaled fingers trace a path across your flat, toned stomach and before heading even lower; “Not so **** as you claimed, are you witch?” he sneers in your face, scaly fingers tracing a path up and down the outer lips of your sopping wet quim,

You flush angrily at his words; it was a little known fact outside the magical community, but spellcasting gets the spellcaster horny; this knowledge (along with your master’s cock) had been driven into you over and over as an apprentice. The electric tingle and sparkle of magic flowing through a wizard’s body was an incredible sensation, the feeling was intensely pleasurable and mildly arousing for male wizards, for female wizards it was much more so, the pleasure and arousal being both more intense and longer lasting; and as your dripping cunt could attest, you were no exception to this rule.

“Yeah” Doe continues, sliding one thick finger into your wet pussy “Looks like you like this”, he bends forward and licks at one straining nipple with his long, flexible tongue and down below he was still gently working his finger in and out of your tight little cunny. He smirks at you as you suddenly gasp and shudder under his attentions, your emerald green eyes darkening in pleasure as a small orgasm crackles through you.

Your eyes then widen in awe, as, for the first time you see what your transformation spell has wrought the prisoners cock into. The thing was massive, you would estimate its length at fourteen inches long and it looked close to four inches in diameter; both the shaft and what your former Master had called the ‘coinpurse below’ were covered in a fine layer of tiny scales that, like the rest of his hide, glittered a dozen shades of red in the flickering torchlight filling your chambers.

A shrill wail of pleasure erupts from your throat as, with a single savage thrust; Doe buried his huge cock balls deep into your tight snatch in a single thrust. The strange heat of his body was even more intense than before, the heat on your delicate flesh felt incredible and this combined with the way the rough edges of his cock brushing on your g-spot with every thrust triggers a massive orgasm and you thrash wildly under his massive form, screaming in pleasure once again.

Muscles rippling with inhuman strength Doe lifts and spins you in a single motion, when he lowers you small form again, he has positioned you so you are now laying face down on the table and he is drilling his cock into you from behind while massaging your large breasts with his hands. A tiny voice whispers in the back of your mind that he has released your wrists and you could cast spells once again but it is being drowned out by the massive waves of pleasure that roars through you as Doe roars thunderously and fires off a load of almost painfully hot cum deep in your womb.

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Both you and Doe are lying in your wide, soft bed exhausted and gasping desperately for air; keeping track of time had not been very high on your list of priorities during what had been a marathon session of truly mind blowing sexual activities but since the sky was now black and studded with stars it must have been at least six or seven hours. You are struggling to keep your eyes open but your eyelids feel heavier and heavier with every passing moment and you soon drift off to sleep with your tiny, lushly curved body pressed tightly against his massive form.