Dragon Breeder Quest

Introduction:

You are a Dragon.

Okay maybe you don't look like a dragon right now but trust me, you definitely used to be one. Why aren't you a dragon anymore? Why do you feel a compulsion to empty your balls into the closest warm and welcoming womb you can find? It's a long story. Things first started going wrong for you 5 years ago...

5 years ago:

You are Dracarion Velanorix, an ambitious, powerful, and proud young red dragon. Few creatures can challenge even a young red dragon, and you were as strong and prideful as it was possible for a dragon of your relative youth to be. You lived as you believed a dragon should, king of the skies, free, and lord of virtually all you surveyed. Or at least that was how you lived until you received a message, or rather a command, that changed everything.

The command came in a vision from the Goddess Tiamat herself, the queen of chromatic dragons. Tiamat revealed that your birth had been no accident but was part of her own carefully orchestrated scheme. She commanded you to seek out and mate with Zyverra, an ancient, cruel, and tyrannical red dragoness nearly 900 years older than you - for it was foretold that your union would result in the birth of a living avatar of Tiamat.

It was hubris that was your downfall. Her command was insulting, degrading - you were a Dragon! A creature of magic and legend; not some pathetic cattle to be bartered and sold or sent off to a farm to stud! Goddess or not, you would not **** yourself by yielding your very body to the control of another. In your pride and wrath you refused Tiamat's command.

Tiamat's fury struck you like a physical blow - your blood hissed and boiled as your limbs contorted and twisted, your wings snapping like toothpicks and crashing to the ground. You let out a roar of anger which turned into a hideous scream. Tiamat had remade you and where once stood a proud red dragon now stood only a dragonborn, a meger shadow of your true form.

But Tiamat had not yet finished her punishment - your boiling blood now rushed to your cock and balls, coalescing in a churning intensity as they swelled and grew heavy with need. You felt an overpowering and irresistible urge rush through you as an **** compulsion to spread your seed, to impregnate, to _breed _flooded your mind, body, and soul. The last thing you remember before the feral urges overwhelmed you was Tiamat's mocking laughter echoing in your head.

5 years later, in the present day:

Your life has not been easy since that day. After Tiamat remade you into a creature of lust it took you the better part of a year to even begin to be able to control your new animal breeding impulses. Not only were your compulsions extremely powerful, the pleasure of your orgasms was almost indescribable. Necessity is the mother of innovation, however, and after 5 years of living with the curse you have become highly skilled at the twin-arts of lovemaking and seduction. So long as you seed a willing pussy at least once per day you can keep the curse at bay. You can wait longer than this but that also has risks - the compulsions of the curse can only be smothered for so long before the flame rises again.

Our story begins when, after 5 long years of living in the Nythrassian jungles and leaving a trail of bastards and bloated bellies in your wake, you have left your past behind and traveled across the sea in pursuit of rumors you believe might help you fight the curse.

You arrive on foreign shores, a stranger in a strange land, and embark on a quest that will shape your destiny.

Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to propose new continuations. This will be a pretty long story and I will be adding more chapters over time.