Power of Creation

“Hey, dragon girl, how old are you?”

The little girl has fiery red hair and red eyes. The pupils are slightly elongated, giving a somewhat reptilian look to her. Her breasts are only B-size, and she has the body of an undeveloped girl. Now, it isn’t necessarily that I am into undeveloped girls, which is why I had to ask the important question first.

“This great one is 192 years old. How does a mere human know the tongue of dragons?” She speaks in an attempt at a raspy voice that is still unmistakably childish.

“But, we’re speaking my language…” I say, taking a breath of relief knowing that it is okay to appreciate her body.

She may look young, but she is much much much older than me, so there is no problem admiring her nudity. Her small breasts, her bald pussy, and her small form are all just eye candy around an aged and mature woman. Yup, nothing illegal here. 

“Not possible. This great one does not speak the common tongue. This great one is a dragon. Tell this great one how you have become so large. Is this some kind of twisted human magic?”

“Ha, well, sort of?” I shrug, “You, uh, might want to take a look at yourself.”

The dragon girl finally looks down. She wears a frown on her face as her hands start touching her body. She grabs at her breasts, touching them, then feeling her arms and legs. She looks at the bottom of her feet. She even takes the lips of her pussy and pulls them open, looking down as if she expects something hidden in the folds.

“Ah, that is, obviously, you’re a human now?”

“A despicable human has trapped this great one in the body of a mortal?”

“Are you really so great if I was able to do that?”

The dragon girl gives a hiss, “This great one demands that you return them to their former body. Immediately!”

“No?”

“This great one will destroy you!” she screams, roaring in a little girl voice that is a lot less intimidating than a dragon.

“Hero, perhaps you should use the power on her that you used on me yesterday?” Ariel suggests.

“Really? Sure, I guess.”

I wave my hand and the magic that causes the best orgasm of a girl’s life strikes the dragon girl directly with a bright light. Her whole body starts to shake, and a second later her legs wobble to the point she collapses to the ground.

“What is the fi-fi- ah… ah… ah yeah!” She lets out cute girly noises belying the gruff, commanding voice she is trying to make, “No, no! Filthy human, what are you doing to this great on… aaaaaa…..”

She is panting as she looks down at the ground, her legs twisted together as her groin is racked by a powerful wave of orgasm that seems to last minutes. After it is done, she looks up at me with tears in her eyes.

“Th-this one knows what you have done. You have raped this one. Th-this one has maintained her virginity for 192 years because if a dragon breeds, they must forever be loyal to their partner.”

“Ah, but I didn’t really take-”

“This one has no choice but to become your bride!”