A light breeze blew past Mira as she stood atop the grassy green hill that overlooked her small hometown village. Just beyond the valley was her home, where her husband awaits her return. In her satchel, she carried the corpse of a dead Watcher. A small one, but worth a fortune to an alchemist.

With ease, she lifted herself into the air, floating down the hill. Since she was a child, Mira possessed the ability to manipulate the elements. As her powers grew and her mind developed, she was able to reach into the minds and dreams of others to identify what made them who they are. In addition, she could use her mental energy to incapacitate her enemies, trapping them in their darkest memories. As a teenager, this power was used for nefarious purposes. Maturing into an adult helped her develop the ability to heal their darkest memories, closing old wounds and helping them find peace within themselves.

Mira inhaled deeply, gliding herself down into the village. It didn’t take much time before she smelled the fresh bread of the bakery and the acrid smoke from the blacksmith. She approached the walls around the village, waving to the guards as she closed the space between them.

“Another successful hunt!” Mira greeted the guards.

“Welcome back, Mira,” replied the one of the left of the gate.

“Open ‘er up!” shouted the other guard.

The creaking of the gate echoed among the bustle of the nearby market. Pulling down the hood to her crimson cloak, she entered the village and made her way to the marketplace. The chatter of the townsfolk rippled through the air as she approached, satchel in hand. Before she knew it, she found herself at the apothecary where the alchemist would but her prize.

Finally, she approached the wooden door to the stone structure that stood as the medicine man’s shop. With a gentle twist, she turned the brass knob and entered the building.

“Mira!” exclaimed the alchemist.

“Azaman, good to see you again!” she smiled.

“Were you successful?” he asked.

“Of course!” she replied.

“Where is it?” was his next inquiry.

“Here, you crazy bastard.” joked the sorceress, reaching into her satchel to retrieve the corpse he desired.

“Beautiful!” he gasped, taking it and admiring it’s oozing tentacles closely.

“You owe me extra for a new bag and clothes. Fucker slimed all over me just before he died.” were her next words.

“Alright, alright.” came his reply.

Azaman turned to leave the front door as Mira looked around the shop. Though Az made quite the living, he insisted on a humble infirmary inside his shop to treat those who had fallen sick. Though Mira was a sorceress, her skills in the healing arts were not as practiced as they should be at her level.

“Az.” she called out, crossing the room to where the cots lay lined against the wall.

Beside each cot was a table; a chest at the end of each of the four beds.

“Just a moment!” he called back.

Mira sighed and watched as he disappeared into another room to the far left of the cots in the simple rectangle building. Before long, he returned with a small bag. With a large smile, he crossed back to the door where his counter was and placed the dead creature on it.

“As agreed, plus extra for your wardrobe.” His smile faded. “Which, now I see, is warranted.

Beneath her hooded silken robe, her clothes were tattered and covered in an oozing slime. Though there wasn’t much stench to it, the goo covered her from head to toe. Her dark red hair was matted with the substance. She stood with her hands on her hips, opening just enough so he could see that her black dress had been burned up to her thighs. The top had been singed to the point where her breasts were barely contained behind the tattered fabric. Her aqua eyes narrowed at him, squinting.

“You sure this is the right amount?” she asked, observing the small coin purse in his hand.

“Yes, my dear.” he affirmed, handing it over.

After a second of weighing the bag, she shrugged and opened it. Inside, many gold coins glittered beneath the candlelight. The coins clinked around as she moved the bag, revealing a small cache of blood red diamonds with the coins.

“Pleasure doing business with you, as always, my dear friend.” she grinned, adding the satchel to her belt that carried her wand, sword, and a small row of potions she that came in handy when fighting different types of monsters.

“A pleasure, my dear. Give my best to your husband,” said the cheery older man with white hair that covered most of his head and face.

With that, Mira headed out of the building and exited the marketplace. Each step brought her closer to her home and to where her husband would be awaiting her return.

Not long had passed before she stood before the wooden door of her home. Their house was a small farm on the outskirts of the town on the opposite side of where she’d entered the marketplace. The smell of fresh bread came from her home. She breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet scent before opening her door and entering their small, one room shack.

Inside and to the left was their bed, their fireplace to the far right and several chests for storage lined the walls. A small cauldron sat on the fireplace next to a small oven that was used for baking. Their wheat farm was quite successful, and this year had been of the best yet. The baker had been gifting them weekly milled flour due to the excess he had this year, which meant that Mira was able to give bread to the orphans and street urchins she came across in her hometown.

“Welcome home!” greeted her husband, Irah.

“My darling, it’s so good to see you!” smiled Mira, embracing him.

“Ugh!” He stepped back, slime now on his tunic.

“Oh, sorry!” she laughed.

“You need a bath!” he insisted.

“Yes, yes. I will go down to the river at once,” she nodded.

They let go of each other. Mira took her bag and placed it in a wicker chest at the foot of the bed. Next, she untied her cloak and let it drop to the floor before picking it up and placing it in the same chest. She looked down at her barely covered form and sighed. This was the second time this month that her clothes had been destroyed by a monster.

“Alright, I’ll be back,” sighed Mira as she left again, making her way to the edge of her large property where the river met the land.

As she approached the river, the sun had just begun to set. The river’s water glistened in the early evening glow. She looked around, past the opposite riverbank, past the trees, and as far as she could see. Mira followed the river deep into the woods where it led to a small pond. This was her little piece of heaven.

“Ahhh.” She smiled, slipping out of what remained of her wardrobe.

Once naked, she stepped her foot into the cool, clear water. The liquid seeped around her legs as she walked in, each step consuming more and more of her small, but curvy, body. Once she was breast deep, she inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of the earth and water that surrounded her.

Snap.

“Hello?” Mira called out, her eyes darting around.

Mira focused her energy on the wind around her, closing her eyes as she inhaled again. No scents. No disturbances in the air. Nothing. She focused harder, searching with her mind’s eye for any sort of energy.

“Well, hello there,” came a voice from the shore.

Her eyes shot open and flitted around, looking for the soft, masculine voice that crept through the silence of the night. She turned around. At the bank, with her tattered clothes, stood a tall, dark man. Straight black horns shot back from his forehead, adorned with silver chains. His eyes were dark but glistened in the evening moonlight; his thin but muscular frame completely unclothed. Mira averted her eyes from his groin, though couldn’t help but notice his sizable shaft. And that’s soft, she thought to herself, slightly embarrassed. His arms were crossed across his chest.

“Who are you?” asked Mira, crossing her arms in an attempt to hide her breasts.

“The man who will give you many children,” he replied with confidence.

“Ha! You’ve mistaken me for someone else. My love belongs to another.” she protested.

“No, Mira. You are going to mother my children,” he said, voice a melody to her ears.

“I am married,” came her stern reply.

“I can fix that. Just as I can pay the debt that your husband has accrued over the course of your marriage,” he articulated.

Mira froze. Not only did he know who she was, he was aware of the gambling debt that her husband had amassed over their years of marriage. She felt a shiver run down her spine; her eyes locked onto his. The debt was not uncommon knowledge, but the words stung deep, nonetheless.

“The debt is nearly paid,” she lied.

An evil grin slid across his face.

“It’s not,” retorted the human-like creature.

Mira felt an angry twitch wiggle her nose.

“The deb—“

“I own the debt. And now,” his smile faded. “I own you.”

Cocking her head, Mira began to ascend from the water. Her arms lowered to her sides as she rose until her fingertips just barely dipped into the water. She muttered to herself, calling upon the element to bend to her will. The water rose from her fingertips, freezing in an instant. Before he could react, dozens of thin shards of ice shot toward him so fast that he barely had time to register the crystalline slivers’ presence.

“Clever,” he smiled, unflinching, “but, not good enough.”

Before the attack could land, the ice melted before her very eyes, unable to reach him. Without warning, magic surrounded his slender form, energy swirling around him like a breeze catching leaves. A bright light emitted from his core. Mira stood in awe as she gazed upon one of the rarest creatures in the land – a black dragon.

With a gasp, Mira covered her hand with her mouth, the chilly air and water around her warming due to the intense heat he emitted.

Come with me.

The words echoed through her head. This creature was her next assignment. She had no choice but to follow him. A battle so close to her home would, surely, destroy the area. Hesitating, she growled, gazing upon his form. He towered over her, standing taller than any house in her village. His talons scraped the dirt beneath him as his large head lowered to meet her gaze. Knowing she had no choice but to accept his offer, she nodded.

“Fine.” accepted Mira.

He stretched out his neck so she could mount him. She exited the water, still naked, calling on the air to lift her onto his neck. She cradled herself at the base of the neck, sitting on his scaly hide. His warm, slick scales felt like smooth glass beneath her and were, oddly, comfortable.

Before she knew it, his wings flapped, and they lifted off. The two of them ascended in silence. Riding him allowed her body the warmth needed for humans to ascend to these heights unaffected.

Warm enough?

Yes.

For the rest of the journey, they travelled in an eerie silence. They flew for what seemed like hours. Mira spent the time overlooking the various structures, landmarks, and rivers to try and identify where he was taking her. Since she was able to fly on her own, the arial view of the landscape was familiar to her. Despite her efforts, she had lost her way some time ago, as she rarely travelled out this far.

Finally, he started to descend. In the distance, Mira could see a large mansion. Guessing that’s where they were headed, she leaned into him, resting her chest between the ridges of his neck. She stretched her arms out like a cat, her legs finally gaining feeling once more.

When they landed, she stood atop his massive shoulders, once again asking the universe to allow her the ability to fly down from his back.

“Where are we?” she asked aloud.

Again, magic swirled around him, and he reverted to his humanoid form.

“My home,” was his reply.

“Is that wise?” Mira questioned.

He nodded, pulling on the knob to the front door of his home. Did he not realize that she had come to kill him?

“I’ve come for your heart,” she threatened.

“And, my heart, you have.” His words were as smooth as cream and as sweet as honey.

“Are you going to let me carve it from your chest?” she snorted.

“You’re welcome to try. I will warn you; however. I can be very addicting,” advised the man.

“There is nothing that would make me leave my husband.” She stood firm.

“Ah, but you already have. The moment you chose to climb atop my back, I won. You are free to leave—though, I know you won’t want to once you’ve had a taste of my sweet poison; you will never want to go back.” He walked into the home, entering a long hallway with ornate walls and brass fixtures that held candles.

She gritted her teeth and followed him, curious and enthralled by the man before her. The hallway extended for many strides before opening into a large entryway with a grand staircase. They ascended the stairs and headed to the left wing, which lead to another hallway with many doors, each one closed. They walked for a while in silence until he reached the end of the hallway. On each side of the hall was a door. He turned to the left and opened it, Mira following close behind.

The room they entered was massive. It was fully furnished with an ornate canopy bed and regal dressings on the large mattress. Large pillows adorned the head of the bed, an inviting prospect. It’d been some time since Mira had enjoyed material comforts.

“What is this?” she asked, her defenses dropping.

“This... is where I breed you,” he said with confidence.

“You’re wrong.” She stood her ground.

Mira’s third eye opened as she inhaled. By the time she exhaled, a ball of energy had formed in her hand; one of her more powerful attacks. She knew this would be a tough fight and wanted to start out strong.

“You will fail,” he responded.

Growling, Mira watched as the magic dissipated from her hands. He was able to counter her magic, somehow. With that in mind, Mira crossed the short gap between the, quickly grabbing at him – trying to grab hold of any part of his skin. Once she contacted his flesh, she could invade his mind.

His arm swung up in a quick motion, catching her wrist. Perfect, she smirked. Now that they were touching, she was able to push into his mind, shredding his mental defenses with ease.

Inside his mind, she saw him as a hatchling. His clutch mates were few—a remnant of the blight the gods had placed upon dragonkind for enslaving humans a thousand years ago. Suddenly, the memory shifted to him as a young whelp, turning into a human for the first time. His next memory reflected his transition into adulthood; finally gaining the ability to warp reality. Pushing deeper, Mira was able to target a memory. One of his entire family dying at the hands of dragon hunters. His mother, father, and three clutch mates, all slaughtered while they slept. She grasped his rage upon finding them all dead, feeding off it to control him. Both, locked in this mental battle, stood frozen as their minds entangled with each other.

Though Mira had significant mental defenses, she felt them falter, feeling him creep into her own mind. Suddenly, Mira was lost in her own darkest memory: when her husband sold her to a nobleman for a night. She recalled how she smelled, unwashed and disgusting. He was an older man and far to plump than a man of his height should have been. She recalled it being a miracle she could find his cock at all because of how his belly hung. Before the memory pushed further, she snapped back into his mind, probing for anything useful.

She came upon his memory of burning the village of the people that had slaughtered his family. Mira was able to feed off that rage, using it as fuel to pierce his mind further. She watched through his eyes as he burned the village to the ground, and, while in humanoid form, slaughtered the men and children. The women were bred in hopes of restoring his family line. Though the offspring would be half-bloods and unable to transform, they would carry the ability to breathe fire. These children were, often, marked with scales along their cheeks and sides that identified them as dragonkin. These children were, often, hunted down and forced to be soldiers. The ones who fled live as outlaws, running from the guards and armies that would abuse their powers.

You failed those children.

Mira’s words echoed through his mind. She was fully aware of the dragonkin children as she’d helped many to escape to freedom from a life of persecution. She, among a network of other sorcerers and sorceresses, helped create a system where she could help these children escape all around the continent. They created a haven for these children, and Mira, she was the one who started it all. Children of the red, green, blue, black, purple, and yellow dragons were all safe because of her doing.

“You saw what the humans did to my family. The world needed more of my kind to keep the balance.” he said out loud.

“Do you know what the life of a half-breed is like?” spat Mira.

“Yes. That is why I need you to be the mother of my offspring. You are the light that shines and allows the children of my kin to live freely. You are home, my Mira, and this is where we shall raise the children that I know you will be a great mother to.” was his reply.

Anger swelled inside Mira as she recalled the precious lives she was unable to save.

“You condemn those children to a life on the run or a life of servitude as a soldier. Is that what you want if the soldiers find us? For us to die? For them to die?” she questioned.

“They will live! There is no greater force on this planet that is stronger than the two of us combined. We will be able to raze armies. Cut of the hands of the masters that enslave the children of my kin. We will free them. Even if the Drakeblood children refuse to join us, they will be free to pursue their own dreams instead of being mindless soldiers.”

Mira’s gaze softened. For so long, what she had wanted was what he was offering. Not only would she live in a life of luxury, but she would also be able to help free those she sought to unchain for so long. With a sigh, she released him, withdrawing from his mind. His intentions were pure, she determined, backing away from him.

“What would become of my husband?” she asked.

“What would you want to become of your husband?” he countered.

“I don’t wish him any harm. Forgive his debt and let him live his life in peace as a wheat farmer. It’s an honest living. He will be fine.” Mira looked down, saddened at the prospect of leaving her husband.

For the last years, he had been at the tavern, rolling dice and playing cards to pass the time. By the time they married, her husband, Irah, had amassed such a great debt that the tables refused to allow him to partake in their games. Mira would find him drunk and alone in various places around the town, shunned by most people he me. The tavern keeper was an old friend of Mira’s from childhood and knew that she would always come to pay off his drinking costs for the evenings. It’d become so habitual that Adul, the tavern keeper, let her pay on a weekly basis instead of daily. She was thankful for Adul’s kindness and worked hard to provide fresh bread for the tavern through the farm left to her by her family. She shook her head and crossed her arms.

“I don’t even know your name!” she exclaimed, almost laughing. “How am I supposed to marry someone I’ve only just met?”

“You will come to see that I will be a great father and husband. Attentive, sincere, and willing to fulfil any desire you could possibly think of. We will have the most fun behind closed doors, where no one can see us. I’ll show you the true power of the Drakeblood dragons.” He said, a fire alight in his dark eyes.

In the moonlight, his browned skin shone with a sleek elegance. His slender hips swayed slightly as he moved towards her to embrace her. Catching her breath, Mira felt his arms slip around her exposed waist, his hard body pressing into her soft curves. She brought her head up to meet his gaze, instinctively bringing herself up to his plush lips. Her eyes closed and she breathed in his scent, taking in every feeling and touch. His lips felt like raw magic surging through her blood. She could feel their combined power and knew he was right about them being unstoppable. With her being able to cripple masses with her mind mirror, and him able to raze them with fire or best them in hand-to-hand combat. Alternatively, he was a powerful sorcerer himself and, if he’d really put effort into it, she sensed that he could best her. Not by much, but he would have the advantage of size and speed.

Their lips touched and parted, their tongues entwined, as did their minds, once again. She felt a flurry of his memories flood hers and felt her own memories and thoughts flow into his mind. They were as one – equal in almost every way. He broke the kiss, his hands making their way up into her fiery red hair, weaving in and out of the strands as he looked into her bright blue eyes.

“My name is Ursa,” he finally spoke.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ursa,” she replied softly, almost in a daze, mesmerised by his scent and appearance, but mostly his mind.

Their lips found each other’s again, both bare bodies pressing up against each other. Mira could feel him stiffen against her, his shaft rising to rub against her belly as they kissed. For a long moment, they encompassed each other, feeling up and down each other’s skin. Though he was a dragon, in human form, Ursa’s sable skin was as soft as one could imagine. Mira felt him all over, rubbing her hands over his ribbed stomach, moving down to where his shaft met his hips. She gripped it in one hand, her cold fingers warmed by his hot member. He let out a small moan, pushing her back toward the bed. She stumbled backwards, eventually falling onto the pillowy surface. Scooting back, she opened her legs, inviting him to rest between them. He asserted himself and mounted her, hanging his body over hers for a moment before pressing his chest down into hers, squishing her breasts as he brought his mouth to her ear.

“You’re mine,” affirmed Ursa.

Before she could respond, he shoved his shaft into her folds with an aggressive force, catching her off guard. He hit the back of her womb with great force, causing her to cry out in both pleasure and pain. He backed out and thrust in again, this time harder and a bit swifter. He picked up the pace and created a rhythm. Mira synched her hips with his, clutching onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he fucked her for a long while.

“It.. hurts,” she cried out, tears welling in her eyes.

He didn’t stop. She didn’t ask him to. For a good while, he kept pace. Eventually, be brought her legs to rest on his shoulders, pushing himself deeper inside her warm cunt. He growled with a primal urge, taking her, possessing her, claiming her. With this, the two would bond as one forever, creating new life and the most powerful bloodline known to the earth.

The still room echoed with their sounds; their voices ringing like a chorus. In contrast to his own dark skin, her peachy flesh glistened in the dim light of the room. She wrapped her feet around his neck, grabbing her breasts as he pounded her. She squeezed her nipples lightly before moving her hand down to her clit. Though her body trembled, she was able to find her small love button and rub it. Mira’s finger twirled around her little bump, causing a thrilling ecstasy filling her body. Biting onto her lower lip, she squeezed her pussy around him, making him gasp and grunt. He was getting close.

For the next few minutes, both writhed in their pleasure, sweat clinging to their skin as they moved in tandem. Mira felt herself climb to her peak as she took his massive cock, erupting onto him. Juices spurted from her, causing his eyes to shoot open. He gave one final thrust, crying out as he released his sticky seed inside of her. His shaft pulsated and throbbed inside her several times, filling her up to the brim.

“This will be our first child together,” he said lovingly.

“How do you know I’ll get pregnant?” she questioned, keeping him inside her.

“Magic,” he replied with a wicked grin.