Gold Tier Story - Return to the Dragon's Lair (Patreon)

Seasons change, years pass, over time no one really noticed that the once wealthy wolf had stopped showing up, they wondered if he simply moved on or got bored. The sleepy town of Elandale simply accepted the temporary windfall of generous commerce and went about their lives once more. After all there was plenty of others that would travel through their town and bring wealth from abroad to trade with their simple necessities, after all what was gold worth when pitted against a starving belly. It was this same town that The Thorned Rose returned, she was seeking someone and of course the trail had gone cold here.

Vague memories of seven years ago told of Willhelm, although no one really remembered what he bought or even what he spoke about during his time there. “Aye.. Willhelm,” A deep chuckling voice recalled the name as Irisa stood arms folded over her chest, “He was always a big spender.. Never knew where he got the money, once or twice a moon, come in with gold so thick you’d swear the pouch would burst.”

That didn’t sound like an adventurer wandering the countryside. “And, what’d he buy?” She peered into the man’s mirthful gaze as he set about shelves with various sacks of goods, “Do you have any armory, blacksmiths that might have a magic sword..?” Irisa tried to not seem too eager, she didn’t want to spook the locals with her inquiry. Not that they’d recall, it’d been almost a decade since she last stayed here on a fateful night when Willhelm had tried to recruit her for some harebrained scheme. “He didn’t happen to try and pawn one off did he..?”

“Oh.. Nothin’ of that sort,” He shrugged his shoulders, “He never bought much more than the essentials if I reckon right.. Always meats.. Cheese.. fruits? Grain..” He rubbed at his chin, “We had a good season of wine, but the fruits he always bought loads n’ loads of that.. Walked off with a cartful of plumpears one season. Didn’t look like a growin’ boy I don’t know why he’d need to eat so much.”

Irisa frowned, “What about companions? Did he ever come with anyone?” Once again the elder man shook his head much to her dismay.

“Noh.. but that didn’t mean there wasn’t girls shy about trying to get him to come with.” He shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle, “I myself tried to get my daughter paired with him. With all that money he was sure to be well off and coulda taken care of a dear old father in law.”

Irisa gave a groan, it seemed like this was just another dead-end investigation trail, “Well, do you know anything about him? Anything about where he said he might have gone..?”

“Not anymore than I’d said, my daughter followed him once..” Irisa’s interest flickered, “But that was the last time she’d seen him and that was only towards the north fields…”

That was enough of a lead, better than any she’d gotten while back in this sleepy town. She’d underestimated how far the northern fields were, it felt like almost miles upon miles of simply wheat stalks that had to be brushed aside as she passed through. The lonesome steps that carried her north in the summer sun were complimented by her own internal thoughts, she wondered if Wilhelm actually found that hoard he was looking for. The treasure that she had declined to search for all those years ago due to the risk involved with little chance of reward.

Yet as coin travelled pocket to pocket, so do the rumors surrounding them, Irisa had become somewhat of a master thief and at the guild she’d taken notice of a particular set of coins they’d come across. Old Gold as it was called, minted before dwarves took over the minting of currency for the land, these coins were far more rare and with it their weight was often inaccurate. Either too heavy, or too light, collectors near and far sought them but such a find was rare to see in ones of thousands.. yet in the past year trade had brought in more and more, as if a vault had been opened and its contents had been unleashed upon the populace.

The hall had a plot map of where the towns in the area that had seen this influx of traded coin, multiple pinpoints and markings of purchases had branched out along the western continent. No one would have assumed that the starting place would be a boring town with little to its name like Elendale, a passing fancy between the various villages, but Irisa knew. She knew at once that Wilhelm must have found what he was looking for, and she wasn’t going to share it with anyone.. That old fool of a wolf would have grown chunky and complacent with his riches, an easy score to sneak in and siphon off some of his coin, slowly of course, she planned. She wouldn’t swipe it all at once and bring suspicion, after all a few handfuls would be enough to live lavish for at least a couple seasons.

She’d break in, redeem her currency, enjoy life.. and then return to her personal wolf piggy bank and do it all over again, and none would be the wiser..

A mix of intuition and expertise had guided Irisa’s path the hidden entrance that led into the mountain depths, her boots echoed against the hallways as they tapped against the stone floors. At any moment she was prepared to face an incoming horde of enemies, her fingers on the clipped pouch that contained her smoke bombs, but it never came. The hallways were silent except for the tapping of her boots and the light flickering sound of her lit torch. The pathways and corridors were empty, she’d found a few chambers stacked high with boxes, but they looked like they had been there much too long to be fruitful with their stored items.

“Looking for something?” A chirp like voice caught Irisa by surprise, she swung around, torch in one hand and carefully holding her blade defensively in the other. Through the dim light Irisa saw a face that smiled down in her direction, almost condescendingly so, lavender scales, a curved snout, pointed horns and decorated with jewels, Irisa was standing before a dragoness. “Long time no see.”

Irisa was awestruck by those brilliant pink eyes that glimmered in her direction, she felt hypnotized by their splendor, a dragoness was a more formidable foe than she was willing to combat with and this one seemed unperturbed by her presence. “I..” She stammered, “Wh.. Who are you..?”

She lifted her fingers to her snout, a gloss upon her lips that matched her eyes and her short tresses, and she giggled almost like a princess at her question. “Oh.. I suppose you don’t recognize me. Well that was a lifetime ago anyways. I never thought I’d meet you again, especially not here. Come. Mommy would love to meet you.” Her hand touched upon Irisa’s, and the thief froze, she didn’t sense malice or danger but following a dragoness was a gambit she didn’t enter lightly.

“..What happens when I meet her?” Irisa stood put, her arm tensing in defiance, “I’m not familiar with you, Purple Dragons and how you do things.”

She flashed a smile, somewhat toothy and fanged at the corners, for a split second Irisa recognized that smile and those eyes. From somewhere.. “Do you think if I wanted you dead you’d be standing here?” Irisa pondered, she had a good point. The most basic of dragon abilities included breathing fire, she wasn’t sure what specialty Purple Dragons wielded, but that confidence made Irisa waver. “Good girl.” The stranger said with a high pitched chirp as she led Irisa by the hand, her talon toes clicking against the floor more loudly than Irisa cared for. Irisa felt it was arrogant, the dragoness showing off how easy she’d snuck up on her.

Irisa kept her eyes open, as open as possible in the dim light, the winding passages of hallways felt like a maze, twists and turns that finally brought her to a light that was beyond the flickering flame of her own torch. The dragon girl pushed her hand and the massive stone door groaned as it opened revealing a treasure hoard that Irisa had never seen before in all her days. Her greed got the best of her as she stepped into the room, eyes gazing at the gold coins and jewels that littered the floor.

“What have you brought me, my dear sweet daughter..” A voice that made Irisa tremble from the vibrations brought he human female to a full quivering stop. She knew there had to be a catch, her eyes lifted and she saw a massive dragoness in her full form laying calmly upon her side. She had to wonder what she was expecting for the dragon girl’s ‘mother’ to look like. Decorated in jewels from her snout down her massive body, ending at her toes.

“Mommy,” She chirped up proudly, standing in front of Irisa who was too terrified to even tremble in her spot properly. “She wandered in, I had known her a long while ago, and I was wondering if I could keep her.” Irisa snapped her gaze towards the significantly smaller dragon girl who spoke so cutely with such a preposterous notion, Irisa wasn’t a pet to be kept! Her voice was about to rise in her lips when the larger dragoness, clearly disregarding her notion to speak, spoke out before her.

“Dethaele, you know a pet would be a big responsibility.” Her nails clicked against the floor, her massive pupils focusing past what Irisa assumed to be Dethaele, and onto her. “I hope you will take good care of her, but it is time you start learning responsibility.”

Dethaele nodded, her eyes turning towards Irisa who instinctively stepped back, “So, I can keep her?” Her gaze then turned upwards as the large dragoness smiled down at the younger daughter and gave a slow nod, her hands maneuvering slightly as Irisa tried to decide which avenue to take before she was captured. Her focus was a moment on Dethaele’s too long because she felt something slide through her body, a chilling sensation that tickled the back of her neck, all the way down her spine.

“Ghhlk!” Irisa felt herself stand on end, her eyes widening as she gulped down her throat, her fingers locking in place as her knees buckled beneath her. She could feel something pushing against her body, her throat caught in itself as she fell to her knees, her back pulling her until she found herself leaning against one of the mounds of golden coin she’d come to procure. “Wh.. what magic is this?!” She looked up to see Dethaele standing there with a cheshire grin, her long tongue gliding across her lips as she knelt before her. “G.. Get away!” Irisa cried out without the ability to back up her words, her hands felt numb, her legs moreso, and something felt like it was going to burst from her at any second.

What Irisa initially believed to be a sort of draconic ritual that would consume her, quickly left her thoughts as the flaps of her pants were pushed side, that pushing, yearning sensation, was now revealed to be beneath her waist. “Just a little magic..” The dragoness crooned sweetly as her eyes focused upon Irisa’s pubic mound, the female groaned as her hips lurched upwards, her body felt like it was being pulled upwards and out, she peeked open an eye, and saw that the dragon girl was most intrigued by her pussy. “She performed something similar on Willhelm, I assume she wants my pet to be more of a breeder stud..” Her tongue flickered excitedly and Irisa peeked over her own breasts just in time to see her vagina pushing upwards.

“W.. Willehlm..?” Irisa gagged, sudden pleasure coursed through her body, her fingers clenched into fists as her head was forcibly tossed back. It felt like her clitoris was being stimulated, more so than ever before, like every nerve ending in her vagina was being pulled upwards and concentrated in her clit. Her teeth clenched tightly as the pushing sensation grew deeper, her clitoris growing, swelling at the skin and thickening into a more tubular shape as her outer lips began to descend and droop, filling at the edges as her hips rose upwards, as if trying to acquiesce to the pulling sensation of her clit.

It continued to stretch and pull, the remnants of her vagina bubbling at the tip of her new cylindrical length, the shaft gleaming with pre-cum that bubbled along her cumslit. “Ghhh..” Irisa moaned through foggy eyes as she stared up at the woman who gazed down at her, “Wilhelm.. is.. is that you..?”

“Not anymore..” The voice responded back to her, and then Irisa felt a twinge of excitement, the dragon girl’s hand was petting along her new throbbing appendage. “I’m Dethaele..” Her voice was so soft, as gentle as her fingers that were stroking along Irsia’s shaft that was thickening with each caressing stroke. “Mommy made me this way.. and I think she has plans for you too.”

“Puh.. Plans..?” Irisa gulped down her throat, “You’re.. you mean.. she wanted me here?” Her cock and the lust her shaft was surging through her veins was so distracting, making it almost impossible to think about anything else.

“See..?” Her sweet chirping voice sounded so hypnotic when it was combined with the warmth of her hot scaled pubic mound sliding up and down her newly formed shaft. “We were meant to meet again,” Dethaele whispered hotly, “Written in the stars even..” she said before pulling Irisa’s head in close as their lips sealed together in a kiss. Irisa moaned not just into the kiss, but into the moment where their bodies connected, her thick uncut cock pushing deep up into the scaled velvety pussy. The tight muscles squeezing around her veiny shaft, gripping her close as tightly as possible, as tight as their kiss. Irisa tasted the long serpentine tongue that twisted against her own, her tongue trying to mingle, to be as agile as the slippery wet length that coiled around her own and drew her tongue between the dragongirl’s snout, suckling tightly as her hips began to move. The thick luscious thighs of childbearing hips mounting her body humping upon her shaft.

Irisa moaned, her body quivering as her fingers gripped onto full thighs helping Dethaele move upon her shaft. The loud clapping of thighs brought a smile to the mother dragoness, she licked her lips hotly, enjoying the sight as her own hand touched upon her abdomen, casually teasing at her body as she watched the pair with hedonistic glee. Irisa could hear the sounds of the massive pussy that was slowly squishing with aid of a finger, but they were quickly becoming drowned out by the wet slicking sounds of their own pleasures. Irisa’s mouth gaped open as their drool tickled to one another, her own breasts bouncing as she lunged her hips upwards in tune with Dethaele’s. “Hhhahh.. Can’t.. say.. I’m too disappointed..” Irisa moaned out, the pleasure that came with her new appendage was intoxicating, no wonder males were always fiercely hungry, the release she was craving for, building up in her abdomen, her balls swollen as they tingled from the vibrations of Dethaele’s clapping hips upon her own.

“Oooouhh..” Dethaele moaned, Irisa’s lips suckled tightly upon her tit and the dragongirl gleefully wrapped her hands around the back of her head, moving her hips and grinding her sensitive supple breasts into the human girl’s face. “I like thisss..” Irisa was an expert with her own breasts, a skill she was happy to use upon Dethaele’s nipples. Her tongue flickering while her wet lips soaked the scaled tits, all the while the hips of their bodies met over and over again, each connection made Irisa feel like she was going to cum at any second..

Their bodies had gotten into a rhythm, motions taking control of each of them as they operated on sheer pleasure and instinct. Dethaele’s talon tipped toes rocking her body up and down, her thighs moving faster, her hands gripping onto Irisa’s shoulders, she was moving as fast as she could and Irisa could feel her body struggling to keep up. It was like her cock was being primed, all the suction and pressure was building up inside her abdomen, their bodies moved, jostling, shifting, wetly dragging back and forth, Irisa gasped for air as she saw the gorgeous dragon girl mounting her length, her wings fluttering as she moaned and chirped her lustful moments with her serpentine tongue wriggling about as she gave in to her feminine desires.

“Is.. this what.. it was like.. for you..?” She groaned, her body spasming as she felt the rush brim at the base of her cock before finally.. it happened. Irisa let her body simply ejaculate, a sensation that felt conspicuously like squirting with her old genitals, the release was immediate and blissful. The buildup of cum from her magically augmented balls culminating in thick ropes of cum that Dethaele’s hips mashed against down, pinning the tip of Irisa’s cock against her womb and making sure that it all flowed into her eager depths. “Haaaaahhh..” Irisa exhaled, her body slumping back peacefully against the gold she no longer thought about.

Dethaele swooned in her own bliss, her fingers teasing along her abdomen as her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly upon Irisa’s cock, holding her shaft in as her snout gaped open and her tongue curled into itself. “Hhahhh.. Ohh.. yess…” She hissed, her fingers trailing up and down her tummy with her eyes closing, relishing in the warmth of cum that flooded her womb. “Mommy..” She murmured sweetly with her eyes turning towards the much larger dragoness that gave a humming murmur in response, “I think you’re going to love my new pet.”

…

The small tapping sounds of footsteps echoed along the halls of the cobblestone cavern, Madelyne hadn’t expected to need a torch, thankfully the little bit of magic she knew came in handy and the matchlit flame she was able to conjure was enough to guide her way. She had to know, all those years she pined for the wolf hero and when he disappeared she’d had this itch at the back of her mind. The constant wondering of what had happened to him, like a book without an ending, she pined for answers.

Answers she was desperate for.

Answers that lay beyond a crack of light that peeked through a not so fully closed door..