“You fear it, as a mother.” Her voice was hushed. It was clear she didn’t want to awake Father or my sister. “That an accident could befall your only son. Eighteen years, I’ve cared for you and watched out for you. Did I not try and tell you not to trade with men of avarice?”
“He wasn’t a man. He was a dwelf.” I could not tell in the darkness if she smiled.
“Well, what’s done is done.” She moved about my room and then kindled a small lamp. She sat back in the chair by my bed and placed the lamp next to her. “Now let me see it.”
“What now?” I stared at her.
“The dragon penis. Take it out, please. I need to… examine it.” I looked into her eyes in the flickering light. There was something odd in her gaze. An eagerness I would not have associated with her.
“If you think it needs cleaning after what happened, it does not. I bathed in the river today.” I expected her to ask me when I had traveled to the river. But she did not.
“Enough games, Remnic.” She pulled down the blankets herself. She drew in her breath when the large, soft serpent came into view.
It had changed even since I’d last looked at it. The skin on my cock looked almost green, and the veins seemed covered in… little scales. Those strange knobs also had scales. “It is grotesque. I am a monster. I will kill that dwelf.” My face grew hot in my rage.
“Never say that.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead several times, placing her large boobs in my face again. The thin fabric of her dress was all that separated my lips from the soft skin of her breasts. With that unwelcome thought, my cock gave a lurch. She reached up and fussed with my pillow, shaking those hanging tits right before my eyes. “You are a beautiful, young man,” she cooed. “This is just an obstacle to overcome. Perhaps we can have a sorcerer come look at you. We don’t have much savings but… oh my.” She finished fussing with my pillow and looked down at my body. She could see the serpent between my legs shuddering awake. “Oh… it’s growing.”
“Perhaps you should go now, Mother.” Neither of us paid much attention to my words. We both stared at the horrible thing growing into a tall, curving tower. The knobs around my cockhead twitched and vibrated.
“We… um… definitely need to get you a sorcerer. Whatever the cost.” My mother leaned toward the monster sprouting from between my legs. “This is… too much.” She reached out with a trembling hand, placed her palm on the head, and then quickly retracted it. “Oh, my. It’s like a rattling wagon.”
“Mother! Don’t do that.” I winced. But not from pain. I was trying to control the pleasure that raced from her touch to every nerve in my body.
“Sorry.” She picked up the lamp and stood, still staring at my cock. Her eyes never left it. “Do what you can to quell it tonight. Don’t worry about the bedding. I can wash… your stuff from it tomorrow.” She backed toward the door, eyes still fixed on my dragon cock.
Oh, gods. It was a dragon cock, wasn’t it? The old dwelf had given me the vitality of a dragon, by turning me into a dragon. Even with the horror of that knowledge, I wanted her to leave so that I might quell the beast with my hands as she suggested.
“Goodnight, my fierce apple blossom.” My mother opened the door, and slipped out. “Tomorrow we will find you a sorcerer.”
The rest of the night was a mixture of anguish and ecstasy for me. And come morning, the bedding definitely needed a wash.
Dragon’s Blood Chapter 2
One more change greeted me as I pulled on my new cock in the dark hours of the morning. The stuff that shot out of me in jets with my last climax turned the color of blue flame. As it fell back onto my body it nearly scalded my skin. As I wiped the steaming stuff off with a rag my mother had left, I prayed no further changes would befall me before the sorceress could fix the situation.
It wasn’t commendable to leave the mess I’d made of my bed to Mother. But she had said she would clean up after me. So, I slipped out of the house before first light and made my way down to the river. My toes tingled on the cold, muddy ground. I sorely wished I still had my boots. I tried not to look at the monstrosity as I splashed the flecks of gold and blue cum off, telling myself it would all be over soon. I skipped breakfast back at the house and went right to work at the stable. As the sun rose people began walking past. It seemed they all stared at me and smirked or outright laughed. What a fool I’d been.
At midday, I spotted my mother walking toward the stable as I hoisted hay bales. She smiled at me. That was a good sign. “Good news, Mom?” I couldn’t tell if she was putting on a brave face for me, or if her cheer was true.
“We sold our mule and purchased the services of a sorceress.” She stopped in front of me and wiped my sweaty brow with her dress. She was always so beautiful when she smiled. But I found my cock shuddering and growing at the sight of her. Before she could notice, I draped a saddlecloth over my shoulder so that it hid the pavilion that was springing in my trousers. “I’ll mend this at the house,” I lied. I reached under the cloth and adjusted my scaly cock so that my belt supported it.
“Of course, my apple blossom.” She gave me a sidelong look. Her eyes traveled down my body. My disguise hadn’t fooled her, but she was too kind to say anything about it. “Come now, she’s waiting.”
When we arrived at the house, I could plainly see that our mule hadn’t sold for much. The sorceress wore a ratty hat and a patchwork cloak, frayed at the sleeves. I suspected that any worthwhile sorceress would have magically mended her clothes. She spoke to my father before turning to me.
“There’s the beastly boy,” the sorceress said when she saw me. “I am Yezzeh the Wise and I am here to solve your little problem.”
“I am a beastly man of eighteen years, thank you.” I could already tell I didn’t like Yezzeh the Wise. My cock deflated as I stood there, thank the gods.
“It’s back to the field for me.” My father wanted no part of this, and for that I was grateful. He was gone in a flash.
“Let’s see the nuisance then, shall we?” Yezzeh’s face carried a bemused smile. “Come on lad, remove that cloth and lower your trousers.”
I looked at my mother and she nodded her assent. Her smile was more forced than before. I exposed myself to the women.
“Well, you weren’t lying about the problem, Missus Sophie.” Yezzeh frowned at the reptilian organ that hung obscenely from between my legs. “And if you notice, the testicles have fallen. That means he’s in season, or there’s a female dragon about. When a dragon hangs low like that, and he’s a vital creature, the female dragons flock to him. Hmmmmm.” She rubbed her chin. “This could be trickier than I thought.”
My mother and I stared at the woman in disbelief. “Did you say my son would attract a dragoness?” She clutched at her chest in fear for my safety. And probably for the safety of our entire village, and maybe even the castle. “Is it a scent thing? Maybe we could disguise his odor somehow?”
“It’s not a ‘scent thing’ as you say. To tell you the truth, sages wiser than Yezzeh the Wise have no idea what the attractant is despite many tests. Dragons possess magic so… wait, I have something about it here. I brought all my materials in preparation.” Yezzeh reached into her overstuffed bag and rummaged around.
This was so much worse than I thought. “I must run into the forest so that I don’t bring flame and ruin down on everyone.”
Forgetting my green, hanging cock, my mother pulled me into a hug. “We’ll find some other way.” She pushed me away when she felt the monster rise against her leg. “Cover yourself,” she whispered. She turned me away from the sorceress and draped me with the saddlecloth again. Her face went pallid.
“Oh, yes. Here it is.” Oblivious to our discomfort, Yezzeh pulled out a parchment. She unrolled it and started reading. After a minute, she spoke. “Yes, it is some sort of magic of the mind. I almost forgot. The male dragon uses mental powers to make the female dragon willing. They are taciturn creatures, naturally. We know this from some exciting ongoing research by Uzzelia. Yes, yes, very exciting. I don’t think the young man will accidentally seduce any female dragons. We should be okay.” Her laugh was rough and creaky.
“So, we’re safe?” I looked over my shoulder at the sorceress, willing my grotesque cock to return to sleep.
“What?” Yezzeh didn’t look up from the parchment. “From smitten dragonesses? It would seem so. But what to do about the transformation? Do you still have the empty vial? And tell me the story again.”
I told the crone the whole story of acquiring the blood, bathing, and each mortifying change. She eventually put down the scroll and looked up at me expectantly. By now my cock had fallen again. I found the vial and put it in her hand.
“Well, then.” Yezzeh tucked the vial into her robes. “I hope to have a cure before a fortnight passes. If anything else changes, let me know. Also, I would stay away from any women you fancy for the moment. We wouldn’t want your dragonish nature imposing itself on your village.” She smacked her forehead. “Oh, and it should go without saying, but speak nothing about this to the elves. They hate dragons, you know.”
“But my sister already told everyone.” I was despondent. What would the elves do to my family if they found out?
“Everyone?” Yezzeh smiled. “Well, I doubt news of a stable boy has made it to the seat of power. If the elves do cause you problems, let me know and I’ll see what I can do.” Her smile widened as she took in my mother’s stricken face. Elves were powerful creatures. What could this dumpy witch do with them? She picked up her things and moved to the door. “Now remember, stay away from pretty damsels. We don’t know what you’d do if given the opportunity. Send word if anything changes. See you soon.” And she was gone.
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