Gold Tier Story - Mommy Dragon (Patreon)

The small town had found itself with a semi-frequent visitor in the form of a strapping male wolf. He had ventured into the small village with a handful of treasures and wealth that quickly spread throughout the local economy. His desires were relatively simple, changes of clothes, lodging for the evening, and plenty of dried meats and rations. Normally such things were reserved for adventurers who would come and go while possibly returning once more on the way back. Willhelm had become a little bit of a celebrity with his penchant for generosity when it came to his purchases. Every week to ten days he’d appear over the past two months and it had become a habit that the farmers would make sure to have their daughters present when he came in town in hopes they would appeal to the wealthy stranger.

It was the morning after his arrival and subsequent mini-holiday that involved plenty of drinking and sharing of stories at the inn. It was always a question as to where he resided, after all he hadn’t purchased any farmland nearby, he wasn’t a local noble owning any of the residences in town, but he always gave a mirthful answer that he was ‘on business’ and drowned out the curiosity with another round of drink. He stood at the front of the bar with the pouch of wealth in hand counting out the gold coins to the joy of the tavern owner who saw their monthly expenses being relieved with each clink of currency as it landed on the wooden counter.

“So where are you off to now?” The proprietor happily cupped his hand around the coins, dragging it towards himself and letting them jingle the happy song of profits in his palm. “You have quite a full sack there today.”

Willhelm casually adjusted his shoulder, holding the massive bag of procured necessities with little resistance. “Down the road I suppose. I have a schedule to keep, you know how it goes.” His hand then shot down, grabbing at a stealthy wrist. “You need to get better than that, I heard you coming down the stairs a good five minutes ago.” His piercing eyes darted downwards to a young woman who had an irritated look on her face.

“Hmph!” She wrest her hand free, but mainly because Willhelm released his grip while chuckling at her feisty attempts. “Don’t underestimate me!” She spat, her tawny hair spilling in front of her face as she tried to give an intimidating glare. “Pffh!” She blew her bangs out of the way and stamped off as Wilhelm continued to chuckle. 

“If you want I can have her taken in.” The innkeeper said bluntly, his eyes following back to Willhelm. “She never steals from the locals, and we have little proof when she pick pockets travelers.” The middle aged man folded his arms over his chest with a touch of frustration, “But I can’t have her trying to accost my best customer, I could certainly grease the wheels and make them take her in.”

The larger wolf shook his head, “Of course not.” His ears twitched in the direction of the girl as she sat alone at the back table, a smile creeping upon the corners of his lips. “I want her to get better, when she’s able to steal from me, that’s when I’ll know she’s ready.” His answer earned only a gruff mutterance from the tavernkeep, “Anyways, I’ll be off now.” 

His heaving body adjusted slightly as he made his way towards the exit, making sure to pass by the waif’s table with his hand clapping down on it to startle her briefly, but she saw a glittering where his palm had been. Her eyes lit up and she greedily reached for the bit of coin he had left clearly for her, only to find that it wasn’t even gold.. it was silvers! A few pieces, but certainly nothing as generous as he’d spent around town!

“You cheap bastard!” She called out to him as he wolf-cackled leaving the doorway.

…

Through the winding maze that held the scent of smokey campfires on stone floors mingled with the sounds of leaky drips, Willhelm knew his new home like the back of his hand. Kobolds had once again taken root in the once decimated tunnels and no longer assailed him with their makeshift weapons stolen from intruders like he had once been. His footsteps were met with respect, admiration, practically fawned over by the lowly reptilians that worshipped the brush of his tail that swished just above the floor. The dragoness had made him an offer that was simply too good to refute. 

The dragoness had not only challenged his sexual desires but left him satiated, defeated, and with the promise of more as soon as he was able. Coupled with the immense wealth she was eager to spoil unto him, drowned his two most potent vices. Lust and greed, and pride at leading the kobold army that she was slowly amassing had been the cherry on top. 

“Master Helm,” The little scaley squawked, pleading for his attention with its small yet razor sharp clawed hands gently tugging at sleeve of his leggings. “Pleases!” Willhelm stopped eyes stern with warning of consequences if his time was wasted with nonsense, “You promisededs, wes brought archeries. Trains us, your promisededs!”

Willhelm felt a smirk crack at the corner of his lips, they were cute in their minion-y way, almost like a mix of pets and pups who bleated for their papa’s attention. “Maybe, first I must tend to..” His body shuddered at the thought of the dragon woman’s amazingly large body and that juicy twat that made his cock ache for. “The queen demands I report to her first.” He snipped and immediately the kobold raised its hand in salute, “After.” Willhelm twisted his body in about face heading towards the treasure room with a stride step. “We shall see if your skills are worth training.” 

…

The sweltering heat of the dragon’s pussy was an addiction he had not been able to break himself from, the plump vulva that he admired with his tongue using all of his languid muscle to worship against her lips, returned his affections with a syrupy sweet nectar that made him flush with drunken pleasure. “Ahm.. Mishazoud..” Willhelm murmured hotly as he began to trail his tongue upwards to her bulbous clit that was large enough that he could wrap his entire mouth around and suckle upon much to her delight, the pressure of his lips as he teased her clit making the dragoness growl hotly with pleasure as she lay prone upon her back with her body nestled in gold coins and jewels like a snow angel. “I’ve missed this..” 

“Tis only been a week..” The femme dragon crooned, her lips pursing together as her hips rose upwards her clawed hand trailing along her form, “But it felt like forever..” She whispered, her ‘naps’ usually lasted a day or so, and a full sleep for her would mean days on end. As the queen of the decimated sanctum it wasn’t wise to wake her without cause and even then she now had Willhelm to assist her. But in her dreams she longed for more, for his touch unending against her body, to feel him taste and slurp at her, to taste the flavor of his seed upon her tongue. There was such a curse as being too powerful it seemed and it happened to be the endless need for recuperating such strength.

Willhelm’s body began to roll against her, stimulating the areas of her vagina with his body that his mouth was not able to tend to at the same time. It brought forth a smoldering growl of pleasure from the queen dragoness, her hand tingling along her mons pubis as she pondered her desires. Pleasure now was sated by his affections, but what about later? She wondered, what of when they both culminated their desires together, her eyes focused upon him in a longing manner that he was oblivious to. She wanted him and her hand guided downwards towards his body, “More..” She said with heat in her breath as she spread her legs wider and before Willhelm knew what was upon him his hands were pressed to his sides and his face was angled towards her pussy. “Deeper…” She crooned as his muzzle prated her plump folds and to his shoulders he was met with her inner walls. “Haaaahhh.. Yess..” She hissed in delight with the clinging sound of her fingers clutching coins ringing through the walls.

In truth Willhelm had often fantasized about immersing his cock inside her and yet somehow the idea of being fully enveloped in her pussy was not something his body immediately resisted. His hands clutched and his mouth breathed in the small bits of oxygen that her quim had available, but he felt her hand leaving him with her vaginal walls pulling him upwards deeper inside. He writhed at first, squirming in squelching juice soaked discomfort at how his arms were bound to his sides. In his ears he could feel the pounding of her beating heart inside her chest and the deep gasping breaths of air her lungs pulled in, the moans echoed around him as his body churned with a sort of newfound arousal, his cock growing as he was swallowed up by her cunt and his dick felt the pressure of her vaginal walls pushing against it and squeezing upon his body as a whole as she gulped him inside from her cunt. 

He hadn’t imagined that being inside her pussy would be so dark, he could see only the slightest glimmers of light and shapes, but he felt something against the bridge of his snout as Mishazoud let out a high pitched moan. He had become fully swallowed by her pussy with his legs pressed together, it took him a moment before realizing that what he had been pressed against was her cervix. He tried to roll himself around, but it only proved to pleasure her more with each little squirm and jostle he gave, and then his face was no longer against a fleshy mass.. And further inside he went.

It was only then with his body being pulled deeper inside that he realized that oxygen had left him, and in that brief moment he took a gasping breath of air that suddenly filled his lungs. It felt roomier inside now, his body squirming around like he was trying to find the right side up in a gelatinous cube! “Wh.. Where am I..?” He muttered aloud.

“You’re inside me.. Fully..” The dragoness crooned as he suddenly felt a warm touch through the squishy walls that encompassed him. “Sorry dear, but I simply couldn’t allow you to run away again..” The dragoness had a glow about her that he could feel as she spoke. “You’ll be safe from now on my darling.”

She sounded oddly more affectionate than normal, his hands reached out feeling the squishy walls as something began to drool and spill around his body. It felt.. heavy, like slime even, and when one of those massive strings dripped onto his arm it sounded like it was slapping against something smooth rather than his fur. He reached out to inspect it in the darkness and noticed that rather than a massive muscular bicep covered in fur he touched against something soft and squishy, almost like human skin.

His hands felt softer, his body squirmed even more inside what he realized to be her womb, the more he touched and tried to smear away the endlessly drooling slickness that dripped upon his body the more of his fur seemed to be dissolving away! “I have laid plenty of eggs in my lifetime,” Mishazoud crooned tenderly as her hand continued to stroke along her swollen tummy, “But I always wished for a daughter like the mortals have.” 

Willhelm noticed that the slime that was melting away his musculature was filling the bottom of the womb cradle he was nestled in, his legs were changing as well and the more it filled the closer it came to his pride. “N.. No!” Willhelm cried out pushing against her womb walls with his new feminine arms that made only a small bump against the female dragoness who seemed to enjoy the ‘affection.’

“Is this what it means to have them kick..?” Mishazoud giggled sweetly, responding to the desperate bumps and shoves against her insides with little finger presses against her pregnant belly. “Do not fret my daughter to be.”

The slickness was filling faster than Willhelm could realize, it was touching against the underside of his knees and his thighs were more cushioned to seating inside the womb his hand, soft as it was, desperately tried to cover his cock from the creeping nectar but it was too late. His balls were shrinking away and his once hard cock was squished against the softness of his.. his.. her fingertips.. she tried to grip upon the shaft but the warmth of what was once canine cockmeat receded into a warm plump pussy mound submerged in an even warmer bath of feminine nectars. “N.. No..” Her voice whispered out into the plush confines of her new home.

It was warm.. Comforting.. Restful in a way, her eyes felt tired and her body simply wished to fall into sleep as the cocoon of nectar wrapped around her body filling ever faster. Willhelm could feel it at her abdomen now, rising as the slick strands draped around her, layering upon her muzzle as oxygen once more became a rare substance that her mouth gasped for.. when suddenly her mouth opened with a helpless whimper only to be submerged in the nectar. She accepted her fate, to drown inside the dragoness’ womb, yet darkness did not overtake her. Neither did the straining that often came with a desire for air. 

Something felt truly natural in her new home, her tail wrapping around her ankles as her wings shifted behind. She could feel the tender caress of fingertips tracing over her body through her mother’s pregnant tummy. “M..momm..yy..” Her new feminine draconic voice chirped gently as she felt herself coddled to sleep, to further form her new body to completion inside the warm cradle her momma dragon had to offer.

Outside, Mishazoud gazed down at her body pridefully. “I can’t wait to meet you, my daughter..” the motherly dragon smiled tenderly, wondering how long a pregnancy would last with a converted mortal dragoness. “My sweetheart, my darling, my little Dethaele.”