Clan Tartan

Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her up so that she straddled his
lap and he could feast upon her breasts as she rode his screaming
cock.

"Sweet Jesus, here it is…take it my love!" and with that guttural
announcement, he felt his seed spill forth.

At nearly the same moment she began a low pitched keening moan as her
own climax took her, the walls of her cunt throbbing against his
prick, milking it empty.

They collapsed for a time in a sweaty satiated heap, a tangle of arms
and legs and sticky sweet cum.

It took only a moment for her to whisper, in his mind, "I would see
you as you are my love. My Leige Lord-my King..it is time. I would be
as I am, as well."

Dregonis stood. He began to speak aloud in a soft voice, as she
watched in silence.

"Luminaris tancave. Hedonis Dreycinnia telaira, cead me Scotlarnin,
elen sila lumenn!"**

He held out his taut arms, and threw back his shoulders, as eighteen
foot wings sprang forth from his back. His forehead lengthened, and
his smooth complexion was replaced by golden scales, and sparkling
silver eyes. His strong hands clutched at the air, as gleaming claws
erupted from his fingertips.

He let loose a roar that would have shattered the eardrums of any
lingering humans, and as his transformation completed, he turned to
look at the sight for which he had so long hungered.

She lay there, upon the stone floor, prone, but perfectly fine. If
Dragons could smile, she would have. Her gleaming black body and
snapping emerald eyes were that of a healthy female Dragon in her
prime of life At this point Morielle felt as though she had cast aside
a vestment of lead, and as she stood to stretch her wings, (only
slightly shorter than his) she took a deep breath and let forth the
same full throated roar of victory he had himself voiced.

She stared at him, and he at her, filling their eyes with the joy and
familiarity of each other. She approached him, head lowered in the
typical posture of submission. Barley lifting her eyes to meet his she
turned her back to him, inviting him to mount her.

He did so, hooking his pearly claws over her shoulders, holding the
back of her neck in his jaws, as he mated her for the first time in
1400 years as a Dragon.

As they consummated, and he fell into the typical post coital stupor,
she prepared for leaving. She could hear the sounds of utter chaos
from below, and knew that the servants were undergoing their own
transformations now that the King and Queen had mated.

As Dregonis came back to himself, he rose, and spoke to her in the
common language, for the last time in a long while, as it was not
allowed among Dragons in general.

"Shall we go my Queen. Your people await you now, as they have for
1400 years. It's time their wait is ended."

They moved slowly and carefully under their own bulk down the
staircase, and there Morielle, Queen of the Dragons was greeted with
the thunderous roars of her people.

She allowed a distinctly human emotion, pain mixed with joy, at the
sight of her clan. She rejoiced, and yet mourned those who were not
there, lost so long ago on that terrible day that men had attacked.

She dipped her head as a young, handsome blue Dragon approached her
and spoke telepathically to everyone assembled.

"We have held and guarded this for 20 lifetimes of men, in
anticipation of this day, MiLady."

He removed from its wrappings a long piece of fabric woven in blues,
greens, silver and gold. The colors of all the Dragons gathered there.
He gently placed the cloth around her massive neck, fastening it with
the torc at her midsection.

"Your Clan Tartan, MiLady-welcome home!"

With that, Clan Dreycon spread their wings and flew off into a new day
for their people.