Kar Hellblade lived a life of danger, and he loved it. As one of the Empire's renowned Monster Slayers, he lived in a world of profit and prestige alike—but it was not a world without an entry fee.
He had to win his title, being dispatched on life-risking missions time and time again to deal the beasts that threatened his country. As a result, he'd earned his share of scars—but also a share of skills that few others in his profession could boast of.
These skills were what brought him to the village of Renault, a small town with the biggest of problems. Renault had somehow drawn a dragon, and thus far none of the other Slayers had been able to dispatch it.
But that on its own wasn't enough to bring Kar's attention to the small village. It was the fact that as of yet, only one in ten Slayers had returned alive. Any beast that had claimed the lives of his own warranted a special kind of purging, the kind that only a veteran could possess.
One way or another, Kar Hellblade would make sure that the dragon would pay for its crimes against his own.
At least, he would if he could first detach the leech on his leg. Kar glared down to the young Slayer, kicking her off of himself roughly. Of course she reattached herself the second she could, trying to keep him in Renault.
“You don't understand!” She wept, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “This beast is the most powerful I've seen! She's eaten men whole; burned others to crisps! I can't let you go in good conscience!”
Kar grunted and rolled his eyes. It was always the same with fresh recruits: they felt that every beast was too great; every obstacle insurmountable. Today he would show the youth by example that the Empire was not to be underestimated.
“Then it will be a fight worth watching from the safety of the village.” He jerked his head over his shoulder, indicating the man-sized blade he had slung over his back. “I'll split her in two with this; the finest steel that mankind can forge. Your beast will not live to see another day.”
“But please!” She pleaded, evidently disbelieving his words.
Kar had to scowl at that; at the impertinence of youth. “Night is soon coming, and I would like to end this beast while the sun is on my side.” He said, kicking her aside once more. This time, he followed it with dashing out from the village, setting a pace which he knew that any rookie couldn't attain.
Sure enough, her cries were soon lost to the forest which separated the village from the mountain, and Kar was alone and on the hunt. He kept dashing as quickly as he could, checking from side to side for traps or ambushes.
While the dragon would likely not enter the forest, it didn't hurt to stay wary for them—or for other lesser evils. But nothing set itself upon him, and with a growing anticipation Kar realized that the dragon was strong enough to frighten every other monster from the area.
“I'm coming for you.” He hissed, braking free from the forest to stop in shock, finding a small hill of bodies—and atop it, his quarry.
“I know.” She responded, her tail curling as she rose from the pile, stepping down the fallen with ginger footsteps.
She was, in a way, beautiful. Her visage was in many ways human, though her clawed arms and legs immediately set her apart, as did her wings and tail. Additional scales covered her more private areas; as well as her vitals.
But her beauty didn't lie in her striking appearance, or in the sheer amount of skin that was left uncovered by scale. It was in how she walked with such confidence; the strut of a beast who has never tasted the sting of defeat.
This would be worthy prey indeed.
Kar grinned, and unslung his broadsword, channeling as much of his energy into the attack. He would end this with the first blow; save any needless destruction or bloodshed.
His blade glinted as he brought it behind his right shoulder, then flashed as he blurred it forward. It was an impressive strike, one that could have felled trees and crushed boulders, and it was aimed at the dragon's neck.
But when blade met scale, it found the reptilian armor to be unyielding; and with a large crack the sword shattered into pieces.
This was when Kar began to have second thoughts.
“Was that supposed to hurt?” She smiled, dusting off her shoulder with the remains of his blade. “Adamantine steel, correct? You humans really should remember who taught you the secrets to crafting it.”
Her tone was full of arrogance, and Kar ground his teeth with irritation. If steel wouldn't work; he'd need to try another tactic. The man unsheathed his dagger and blurred into motion.
No longer bound by his blade, he was faster than even the harpies of the West Coast. There was no way she could respond in time to a strike at the nape of her neck, a weakness that all living creatures shared.
He was behind her in a flash, his arm drawn back as he prepared to draw the blade forward—only to feel an immense pain in his side as her tail slammed into him, knocking him aside as a horse would swat a fly.
Kar grunted, dropping the dagger to hold onto her tail. After sword and stealth both failed, that left him with but one recourse: strength. He howled as he turned and spun, intending to slam the dragon into the mountain's face and be done with it.
But though he managed to pull her from her feet, her reactions were again too fast for the warrior. The dragon beat her wings quickly, reducing his swing to a light toss.
“Well then...” Her golden eyes gleamed, and she brushed her green locks past her emerald-scaled shoulder. “I must say, I am impressed. You may call me Breya.”
“Oh? Trying to give yourself a name so I feel guilt when I rip your head off?” Kar smirked with a confidence he didn't quite have. He was going to meet his end today, but if this was how he died then he'd die facing forward.
“No.” Breya smirked at him, her tail flicking free of his grasp. “I'm telling you because it's common courtesy to introduce yourself to your mate.”
Kar snorted, coming up with a suitable retort. Then her words clicked in his mind, and he found himself blinking in confusion. “Come again?”
The dragon took good advantage of his confusion, launching herself at him and wrapping her strong arms around his sides. Kar flinched, expecting to be crushed, but instead she simply beat her wings against the ground and took them both skywards.
He kicked his legs—though only once. The man realized that at his current height, being dropped was the last thing he wanted; so he waited to see what her plan was.
It didn't take long to find out: she soon laid him at the foot of her roost, a hole in the mountain that gleamed with both natural veins of gold and looted treasures alike. Yet despite it being a part of a cavern, the floors were oddly smooth and glassed; simple to walk on.
“Make yourself at home.” Breya smiled. “It will be yours too, in just a few minutes.”
“A few minutes? You underestimate me.” Kar chuckled, crouching as he prepared to launch himself at her again. One of the treasures was a short sword, so if he slipped past her; he might be able to grab it and plunge it into her reptilian heart.
“You simply must stop.” She said with a hint of consternation in her tone. “I'm not here to fight, I'm here to fuck.” She glared at him, waiting to see what his reaction would be.
“Okay...” Kar slowly lowered his guard, now planning to take the dagger when she was worn out after sex. It wasn't his best idea, but it was at least something to keep him going. He followed his unsure statement with a “Why me?”
Breya clapped her hands at that, as though she was a lecturer and he'd answered a rather difficult question. “Because you're special. You're the first who I've fought that actually impressed me. We dragons like spirit, you know.”
She paused, then continued with a grin that almost looked shy. “Of course, when we do mate; I'll need to make you like me.” She looked up to him curiously, no doubt wondering what his reaction would be.
In truth, he was a little unsure at his reaction as well. There was a large part of him that recoiled at the prospect of becoming a monster—he'd heard stories of Slayers who'd lost their way, and none of them ended well.
On the other hand, there was a small part of him that was curious as to how it would be to have such a powerful body; as to what it would be like to live as one of the enemy.
This part was joined by his Slayer's mind, which encouraged him to take her power for his own and to kill her with it. It was a rational thought that was a good deal smarter than the dagger idea, and Kar found himself nodding with intrigue.
If this was really true, then that meant he was an irreplaceable treasure to her. And in that case, it meant that he could bargain using himself. “I have a condition.” He said confidently, looking her in the eyes.
“Oh? Ask, and it shall be yours... If that is, you'll be mine.” The dragon looked to him with interest, her tail sweeping gently along the coins behind her.
“Once this is done, you and I will protect the town below us, and enter negotiations to ensure that no further Monster Slayers will be claimed by you or any other beast on these lands.” Kar spoke clearly and slowly, assuming that if she believed he was on her side, she would be all the easier to betray.
Then he decided to sweeten the deal a little, undoing his jerkin and letting it fall from his shoulders to expose his bared chest. It didn't have the effect he'd hoped for, but Breya did seem more than a little intrigued by the prospects. She stalked close to him, a sultry grin on her face as she eyed him up and down.
“How noble.” Breya purred as she trailed her talons along Kar's bared chest, tracing them along his scars. “Though of all of the things I've done in my life, I've yet to feel what it's like to fight alongside your Empire...” She tapped a large and clawed finger to her lip, looking at the Slayer curiously.
“Those are my terms.” He said, his arms crossed despite his position. He tried not to notice as she brought her talons lower, slipping his pants down to expose his cock—which was, to his shame, beginning to harden at her proximity.
“Then I accept.” She said simply, licking her lips. Evidently that was all it took for her to think the matter settled, as she leaped upon him and shoved his whole length into her throat.
Kar wasn't expecting that at all, and he moaned with pleasure at the feeling of her tongue. Despite her draconic features, her head was almost entirely human. Horns and scaled ears were all too easy for him to get past when they came with a pair of plush lips around his penis.
She slipped her mouth off of him with a mischievous look in her eyes, and she smirked with pleasure. “Oh, you like that, hm?”
He nodded breathlessly, his heart pounding as he contemplated gripping her by her horns and shoving her back down onto him. It was only a flitting thought; though, the last thing he wanted to do was upset her.
Instead he pushed his hips forwards gently, the tip of his head bumping against her chin. She frowned with distaste, placing a taloned finger on his cockhead to stop him in place.
“What? Don't like having a little conversation?” Despite her words, Kar could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn't really want to talk either. Gods, if she wasn't an abomination, he'd consider taking her hand!
As expected, she didn't wait for him to respond, instead tilting her head lower to lick his scrotum even while her hand began to pump as his shaft. He hadn't expected her hand to be as soft as it was—evidently while the backs of her hands were covered in knobbly ridges, the fronts of them were padded with sleek and smooth scales that felt just like smooth flesh—perhaps a little smoother.
It was this slick sheen to her scales that left Kar breathless; receiving the best handjob he'd ever had in his life. As a matter of fact, it was the most sinfully sexy experience he'd ever had!
He began to thrust forward into her plush palm, loving how delicate her fingers felt around his cock; a softer side to the beast. The hunter watched as his would-be prey licked her lips enticingly, a smirk playing across her lips as though she was thinking of some joke she couldn't tell in his presence.
Kar blinked dubiously, looking closer at Breya's face to try and read what she was thinking. His efforts were sabotaged a moment later as she plunged her lips down onto his dick, taking his tip into her throat.
The hunter groaned with pleasure as the dragon began to bob her head up and down his length, swirling her tongue in small circles around his shaft as she moved. A small smile played across her lips, and she curled her tongue around his cockhead.
He couldn't believe how dexterous her tongue was; how she could so easily curl its length around his length! He groaned again, starting to thrust into her pursed lips, grinning with pleasure and content at this beyond heavenly blowjob.
Then the dragon puffed up her cheeks, and Kar's eyes widened as he realized she was about to firebreathe. He tried to push her off of him, but her hands were locked fast around his, keeping him in place as the heat in her mouth began to build.
Of all of the ways to die, being melted cock-first was the last fate Kar would have thought was his own. His heart hammered with fear as he watch faint trails of smoke wisp their way from the dragon's nostrils, and he hoped that whichever God he went to would have mercy on him.
Breya growled gently, puffing out a flame that ensnared Kar's cock. Kar yelped aloud, but much to his delight the fire wasn't hurting him. Rather, this felt a good deal more like pleasure than pain.
Kar groaned and writhed against the dragon, shivering as he felt her warm fire along himself. Sheer pleasure played across his body, his entire groin feeling the sensation instead of just his cock.
Then a lance of bliss speared through his groin, an arc of electric tingling trailing in a straight line along himself. It felt like he was being split open, the dragon's gentle flame passing through himself and into his body.
It was incredible; amazing! Kar's head fell back and he moaned loudly, an overwhelmingly strong orgasm crashing over himself. His legs kicked as he felt the muscles of his groin clench, and he filled the dragon's mouth with his fluids.
But even though it felt so perfect, there was something just a little bit off about this climax. Was coming always so... Wet? He still felt damp down there, something he thought was an impossibility thanks to the dragon's breath.
Breya pulled back with a small smile on her face, as though she'd sensed his concern that something was wrong. She licked her lips in a surprisingly delicate fashion, meeting his eyes with her golden slits and purring with delight.
Kar stared at her for a second before he realized that he hadn't felt her around his cock when she pulled away. His heart raced with horror: had she eaten it when she was blowing him? Was she just playing with her meal? He looked down to sate his curiosity, unable to hold himself back any longer.
The reality was so much worse than he'd anticipated. She hadn't eaten anything—rather, she'd reformed what was there like a sculptor to marble. Kar's penis was now a vagina; he was now anatomically a woman.
He looked up to her accusingly, struggling to find words to voice his outrage at what she'd done. But nothing came to mind, and he could only sputter indignantly at the dragon who seemed all too proud of her handiwork.
“What? I did yell you you'd be becoming like me.” Breya smirked as she dipped her head down to Kar's new pussy, blowing another gout of what the hunter now realized realized was transformative flame into her body.
Kar groaned loudly as she felt it sweep along her new uterus, then it flowed upwards through her belly to her chest, making her breasts swell into a rack that any woman would be proud to have.
She looked down in disbelief, a small gasp escaping her lips as she saw the results: she now sported a pair of round C-cup breasts, which shook faintly as a shiver ran along her spine.
“Didn't you want a mate?” Kar asked, her gruff voice seeming almost out of place with such a supple bosom on her chest.
“I do...” Breya blushed, lightly puffing flame along Kar's body, trimming her unwanted body hair. Her tail flicked behind herself, a gesture which Kar was beginning to realize was a tell that she was nervous.
“And?” Kar asked, her eyes wide as she cupped her breasts in her hands, still completely taken aback by the fact that she now had breasts.
“And I find a female form more pleasing.” Breya finished, a small valley in the gold coins behind her that her tail had dug. She met his eyes with hers, seeing the wariness in them. “Though I see you'll take some convincing.”
Before Kar could hold her back, the dragon promptly shoved her face back within the woman's love hole, breathing another gout of flame within Kar's body.
This time the fire was accompanied by a surge of incredible pleasure. Kar whimpered as she felt her sides begin to draw inwards, as though a tender hug was forcing her into an hourglass figure.
This feeling was magnified by the feeling of her bottom swelling, its warmth telling her brain that surely there must be some strong pair of hands kneading its flesh—even though her mind proclaimed such a thing to be an impossibility.
Still, her brain was the one that was what told her body to do, and Kar found herself moaning lustily. With every strained breath she took; every gasp of delight that escaped her mouth, the pitch of her voice lightened more and more until she could only breathe in a sexy and sultry tone.
“Oh, Gods...” Kar breathed, her eyes wide at how sickly sweet she sounded. Hell, it was so sexy it was even turning her on! She moaned again, a little guilty that she was using her own voice to get off.
She blushed quietly and met Breya's eyes with her own, blushing further as she saw that the dragon seemed to be brimming with unheard laughter. “What?” She asked, moaning a second later as Breya flicked her tongue along Kar's clit.
“You're cute.” Breya responded simply with a smirk, eliciting a groan from her changed victim.
“Thanks to you.” Kar grunted dismally, her eyes narrowed slightly with anger.
Of course the dragon had to trail her smooth fingers along Kar's clit and break her pout. Breya smiled as her mate moaned with pleasure, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to fight the overwhelming sensations from her new body.
“Oh, what's the matter?” Breya smiled, cupping Kar's cheek in one hand. “You know if you're like this, I can make love to you every day for the rest of our lives.” She purred, her other hand stroking Kar's feminine hip.
“Really?” Kar asked, a little intrigued despite herself. “How would that work?”
Breya grinned impishly at the transformed woman, winking for good measure. “Well... Let's just say that 'getting some tail' isn't exactly an expression among dragons like us.” She punctuated her expression by shifting her hips to the right and driving her tail as far as it could go into Kar's wet pussy.
The reaction was as immediate was it was gratifying. “Oh my Gods!” Kar screamed at the top of her lungs, her heart pounding and her lungs aching as she began to hyperventilate.
She could feel Breya's tail so far inside of her; feel every knobbled and ridged scale she possessed! It was heaven; no, beyond that! Kar whined as she wriggled her hips, moaning as the tip of Breya's tail tickled her insides.
“I'll assume you think that's good.” Breya purred contentedly, grinning impishly at the former Hunter. “But it gets better.” She added a moment later, taking a deep breath in. Then she let it out, releasing a torrent of invisible transformative flame all along Kar's body.
Kar groaned and squirmed, still pinned by the dragon. Not that she really wanted to move; whatever Breya was doing to her felt so good; so mind-numbingly incredible! She clenched her fingers, opening her eyes to get a good look at what was happening.
The sight was almost enough to make her faint. Her fingernails had grown long and sharp, and the backs of her hands were covered in thick dragon's scales. She watched in distress as her hands began to swell; growing large and strong to fit her new form.
Kar flexed them, shivering slightly as a cool wave of scales crept along her palm. She looked at her shimmering hand with intrigue, a smile playing across her face as Breya released her arms. Evidently the dragon had assumed that Kar wasn't a threat to her anymore.
She was right, but Kar wouldn't give her the dignity of knowing that. Instead, she looked down to her talons with intrigue, flexing them and wondering how they'd retract. As the thought passed through her head, they slid back into her fingers; hidden perfectly beneath her skin.
Kar grinned to herself, then promptly grabbed one of each of her breasts in her hands, moaning at how much silkier her palms were now. She had no idea how scales could be smoother than skin, and she didn't care at all. Right now, she just wanted to lose herself to this haze of pleasure that would be her new life.
“Giving in so soon?” Breya interrupted Kar's daydream, twitching her tail within the woman's cunt. “And here I thought you were a fighter.”
Kar glared at that, unwilling to admit how pleasured she was in this form. Instead, she retorted with the first thing she could think of: “No, just thinking of a way to get you back for this.”
Of course, she had to back up her words with actions, and the dragon-to-be had just the idea in mind. She looked to her forearms with pleasure as they swelled with the protective scales of a beast; then darted her hands forward, sending one to cup each of Breya's bountiful breasts.
As she did, she extended her talons, cutting through the dragon's top so Breya could feel Kar's soft palms against her nipples. It worked beautifully, and Breya's transformative breath hiccuped as she moaned with pleasure.
“D-dummy! You're supposed to be the one to enjoy this!” Breya blushed more, puffing a gout of flame at Kar's face that made her ears lengthen and eyes brighten to a blood red.
“Oh? And who made those rules?” Kar purred throatily, using her new voice to the best she could. She could feel her ears growing the webbed ridges of a dragon, so she tossed her hair behind them to give Breya a good look at her handiwork.
As expected, Breya could only blush more, her tail twitching madly within Kar. No doubt it was a sign of Breya's fight to remain dignified in the face of the one who would be her mate.
“Strong against men but weak to women, hm? And here I was wondering how that young Slayer had gotten away from you...” Kar grinned, trailing her tongue along Breya's neck.
Breya squeaked with desire, trying to cover it with a cough. Of course it didn't to any good, and Kar sniggered as she trailed one hand along Breya's side, gently massaging her.
“Sh-shut up.” Breya flushed, puffing a large gout of flame along Kar's back.
Kar moaned as a pair of large wings burst from her back, the two of them flapping as though to celebrate their birth. She looked back to them; then a little further down her body as her spine began to stretch out.
Growing a tail was hardly as unsettling as she'd expected. Instead of an uncomfortable extension like she'd expected, it was instead a slow and sleek stretching, like someone was gently massaging her back, making it grow longer and longer by the second.
Kar flicked her new appendage from side to side with a grin, noting how hers seemed so much smoother than Breya's. “So, you want me to be the sub in this relationship?” She asked challengingly.
That seemed to be enough to rouse the Breya Kar had first met today, and she scoffed haughtily. “Naturally. Or need I remind you?” She grinned, moving her scaly tail so it slid in and out of Kar's sex.
Kar moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as more and more of her juices spilled from her love hole, making her arch her back with content. Breya's changing flame spilled along her head as she moaned, and Kar could feel a pair of horns begin to stretch out from the back of her skull.
It was too good; too pleasurable; but Kar was hardly done yet. She opened an eye to find the dragon grinning at her mischievously, and Kar had to suppress a grin of her own. She knew Breya's secret.
Breya was truly talented at pleasuring a female body, but she was also the strongest beast he'd ever faced. That meant she'd likely had little to no company before this, meaning that all of her techniques had been practiced on herself.
Naturally, all Kar would have to do would be to mimic her, and she'd have the dragon eating from her palms in no time.
At least, that was the plan. Kar smirked at the dragon as her flame kissed Kar's legs, raking the sides of her sides with scales and giving her a tough boot-like set of scales as an alternative to her feet.
This time the transformation was a little unsettling: Kar hadn't expected two of her toes to simply melt away while the others grew large and wide; much less for a fourth toe to grow from the backs of her feet. Still, it wasn't hard to balance on, and Kar found herself accustomed to her body far sooner than she'd anticipated.
“You like?” Breya purred, the pride in her voice telling Kar that her changes were complete.
Kar smirked back. “I love.” If this was how she looked when she was naked, then that meant that a lot of the scales along Breya's body were there for armor purposes, perhaps breathed on by a gout of changing fire.
If that was the case, then perhaps Kar could use her own flame to strip the beast and claim her as her own... Kar mulled it over with a small smirk, flexing the muscles in her neck and chest as she worked out how to trigger her flamebreath.
“Something on your mind?” Breya purred, her tail ticking a spot in Kar's vagina that almost dashed her plan from her head. But only almost, and Kar was able to hold onto it.
“You.” Kar replied seductively, realizing what she had to do. If just thinking about talons was enough to control them, then perhaps thinking about breathing a nudist's flame on Breya would...
Just as the thought passed through her head, Kar found her head jerking forward, a gout of superhot flame coating Breya from head to toe. Kar squeaked with concern—had she accidentally attacked Breya? Would the dragon punish her for that?
But the smoke cleared a moment later to reveal a very naked, very embarrassed dragon. “W-what did you do?” Breya stammered, her scaly armor no longer covering herself. Even her arms and legs looked thinner; more sleek now.
Kar couldn't think of words to respond, so she replied with actions instead. She covered Breya's mouth with her own, her tongue slipping with ease past the dragon's lips.
Breya moaned with content, her wings wrapping around Kar and herself to hold them tightly to one another. It was a perfect position for Kar, who was able to sweep her tail around and snake it into Breya's love hole.
The dragon squeaked loudly, her face blushing a tomato-red as she looked up to the one who'd once hunted her. “T-that sound wasn't me, ignore it!” She stammered, her red eyes seeped in worry.
“It's only the two of us here.” Kar replied, twitching the tip of her tail along the same sensitive spot Breya had hit a moment before. It had the perfect reaction, a loud moan tearing from Breya's lips as her pussy clenched down on Kar's tail, honey spilling from her pot.
Kar's eyes glimmered with intrigue and she flicked her tail at that spot again and again, beaming as Breya began to howl with pleasure, her talons digging deep furrows into the cavern beside her.
“You like this? You swear to be mine and to protect the town?” Kar demanded, her tail pressing more intently within Breya, driving her to positively roar with rapture.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Breya screamed, her eyes squeezed tight. Her tail scrabbled within Kar's pussy to pleasure her again, but it seemed she couldn't hit Kar's weak point in such a lust-addled state.
“Yes, oh Gods, make me stop cumming, oh Gods, stop!” Breya roared even louder, her wings loosening from their hug to spread wide at her sides. The dragon's eyes were tightly shut and she quaked with delight; completely vulnerable.
A thought passed through Kar's head, and she realized that if she wanted her revenge, now was the time. It would be all too easy to kill Breya and claim the bounty...
She dismissed it as soon as she thought of it, pulling all of her tail from Breya with a wet slucking sound. The dragon was her mate now, for better or worse... And besides that, she wanted to see if she could be pleasured just as much in this form.
“Now your turn.” Kar grinned, motioning Breya forward with a claw.
Their roars would fill not only the cavern but also the surrounding forest that night, a fitting consummation to a fiery love and a warning to all those who would dare intrude on it.