Soothing your ennui with song.

You make your way back through the passageways of the palace, letting your feet take you where they may. You're walking almost sideways, dealing with this massive erection you've got shoved down your left trouser leg. Between the massive cock you're packing and the inhuman coupling going on in your dream-parents' loot room, you're finding a lot more about your subconscious desires than you ever needed to know. Feeling your package out, and doing some quick recalculations based off of your new height, you've got to be well over a foot long down there... almost two. How are you even supposed to use this thing?

During your walk you can feel your erection subside somewhat, back to its flaccid state. You head back to your chambers before sitting down in a backless chair and resting your inhuman face in your hands. This is a lot to take in - between the obscene sexuality of all the women you've encountered, and your dream-mother fucking a literal dragon - who is also your father - and this new body you've found yourself in, you're freaking out a bit. You usually keep your cool, but this is crazy and you have no idea what's going on.

What you do see, out of the corner of your eye, that looks familiar, is an acoustic guitar. Of course it's acoustic - this is fantasyland, they don't have electricity here. You pick up the guitar, and decide to give it a try - in the real world you're no Jimi Hendrix, but you dabble a bit. Despite your clawed hands, this is easy - in fact, you don't need a pick when you can just use your claws. You play a bit of Stairway to Heaven and Cinnamon Girl, humming the lyrics softly to yourself. This must be a dream, because you're playing better than you remember, but just like in the real world, it puts your mind at ease for a bit.

As you finish up Cinnamon Girl, you stop suddenly. Someone's watching you. You turn to your room's entrance to see a gorgeous woman with a flip cut, wearing a loose white shirt and breeches. She looks fit, though her proportions are within normal human range, unlike your mother who was pushing it, and your sisters who had left it behind. Her breasts are a nice C-cup, with plenty of perk to them, and she stands a couple inches shy of six feet tall. She's smiling, clearly intent on watching you playing. She carries a lute over her shoulder and a set of pipes and flutes in one of her hands.

Oh yeah, and her hair and lips are a vibrant green, and her eyes lack pupils, and instead gleam with an opaline sheen.

"Your highness. I didn't want to interrupt; did you compose a few new songs since your last lesson?"

"Hello. I didn't see you there." you say. "No, they... came to me in a dream."

Your guest walks in and sits down at the chair across from you at the table. She moves with a dancer's grace, one foot in front of the other, a bounce in her step. She looks to be in her mid-to-late twenties, though with those features who knows.

"I really liked them. They're different. But you've always been prone to innovation, Og." continues your guest, smiling. "By the way, happy birthday."

"Thanks. I guess now I'm... of age? Whatever that means." you say.

"Probably a lot more responsibility, you always say. But you've also always said you wanted more responsibility, always talking about finances and treasuries and economies. Not my specialty, exactly. If it isn't music or magic or dance it's outside of my bailiwick." she continues, talking quickly and eagerly. She seems extremely relaxed around you - and something about her friendly manner puts you at ease too. You smile. There's that tingling at the back of your mind again. You have a sudden flashback to Econ 1 you took during that short period of time you were attending community college, and it's interspersed with more knowledge than you remember studying, stuff about funds and tariffs and agricultural futures... and unsuccessfully negotiating with dragon-dad for a position as the kingdom's treasurer.

"Well, my father's a dragon, and you know how dragons like their gold." you reply. "It's a hard sell."

"You like it too. That's a nice amulet you've got there. That's new, right?" she asks, pointing at the bovine amulet on your chest.

"Guilty as charged. My mother gave it to me for my birthday - it's enchanted. For my health. It feels amazing."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" asks your gorgeous guest, stretching her hands out.

"Of course. It's not a problem." you say, pulling the amulet from your neck and handing it to her. "Just be careful."

There's something in you that tenses up a bit at letting this woman take a look at *your* gold, but she seems trustworthy. You're also way bigger and stronger than her, so if she tried to make a break for it, you're sure you could stop her. You feel the weight of breathing settle on you once more - it's not like you're feeble, far from it in fact, even without the amulet you feel better than you can remember, but the difference between wearing the amulet and not is very noticeable.

The emerald-haired beauty with the strange eyes looks over the amulet, front and back.

"The craftsmanship is amazing. I wish I could afford having this kind of thing commissioned." she mentions.

"Well, you've just got to get your own kingdom." you counter, smirking.

"Ha! Like your father? Well, he half married into it and half fought for it."

With that, your guest makes a strange gesture with her hand, and starts spouting what you're guessing is an incantation of some sort.

"Kalipar ast tangus igira!" she says, forcefully, though more at the amulet than at you, and then takes a few long moments to examine the amulet, her eyes widening. She hands it back to you, rubbing her head as if trying to clear a headache, her eyes squeezed shut, while you put the amulet back around your neck.

"I forgot how powerful your mother's magics were. There's a reason she was respected and feared even before your father came along; I can remember bards' songs about the intimidating dragon-priestess princess."

Huh. So your mother was a tough one. She certainly seemed extremely friendly when you met with her earlier, though you suppose you are her son. Also, there's magic here. Wacky.

"By the way, what's that other enchantment on there?" asks the visitor, a mischievous smirk on her face.

You feel a bit off balance, but recover. Confidence is key.

"Enchantments for my fertility, to let me control it. My parents want me to start collecting a harem soon." you reply. This is totally normal, right?

"I suppose you are of age. And they probably want you to start breeding a whole bunch of grandchildren for them. Your father is certainly... prolific, with his concubines and your mother. She's very invested in the operation, from what I hear, but she is a dragon priestess, so I suppose..."

Your guest's voice trails off, and you suddenly realize that she's looking your body up and down in a way that can't be mistaken for anything other than checking you out. She's gorgeous herself, though with more 'cute' than the obscene sexiness of your sisters and mother, and you can feel yourself responding to her gaze as your cock starts to harden. You wonder if the two of you are a thing in this vision-world you're stuck in. Was it something you ate that made you think you're in some kind of sexy fantasyland? You don't think that someone putting magic mushrooms on your pizza would do this.

"I see your eyes. Are you saying you think we should both get more comfortable?" you ask. She immediately cross her arms around her chest and pouts, looking away. Guess the two of you aren't a thing.

"Now? After the last year or so of me sending you signals and you saying that since I've known you since you were eleven you weren't interested? After I'm stuck spending time with you and breathing in your musk?" she exclaims, upset.

"Woah woah woah, I wasn't trying to set you off. What are you talking about? What do you mean about 'musk'?" you respond. She sighs, her voice wavering a bit.

"I'm sorry, Og. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, especially on your birthday. It's just been hard - being your tutor has been my main focus for the better part of ten years now, and now that you're of age I might be done teaching you and I can't talk about it with you because I'm just a retainer and..." rambles the woman, clearly out of sorts, like she's had so much time with all of this pent up.

A horde of emotions run through your brain, some familiar and some not. No anger, but lust definitely, and a strange sort of possessiveness. And you feel bad for this gorgeous woman who's so clearly upset. She needs a hug, clearly. You reach out and embrace her delicate body with your big, monstrous one and hold her tight, pulling the both of you to your feet.

"You ok, Rhea?" you ask, speaking the first name that comes to your mind. "We can talk. Don't worry about being a retainer."

"Ok. Well, I think I've kind of fallen for you. Can we be honest? You're pretty good at telling when I'm lying anyway." she says, gaining the timbre of her voice back, though she makes no move to leave your embrace, and instead brings her own hands up to return it. "It's a silly girlish thing to begin with, but then there's... look, I never talked about this because it's embarrassing, but if you don't know, if your mother hasn't told you or whatever, you should. Dragons and half-dragons like you have a musk that makes women get... horny and excited. And yours has started to affect me over the last year or so as you've grown up. So you're big and strong and a prince and you're so talented and smart, and now I'm horny around you all the time. I'm fifty years old! I shouldn't be falling for a student like this."

"You don't look fifty at all! Forty-eight at the most." you say, trying to cheer her up. You guess fifty year old women were young and hot here. To be fair, your subconscious has pretty good ideas.

She giggles and squeezes you back.

"Um... so I can feel your cock." she says, looking up at you, biting her lip and giving you a stare that's at once sexy and adorable. "Do you... do you want me to do something about that, your highness?"