Mistress of Dragons (Dragon Sorceress Zyra & Shyvana TF)

It was an average Friday afternoon for Matthew and Nathan: The two friends were currently heading back home as another week at college had come to a close. Every day they walked down the same shortcut; a worn out path cutting through a forest near to their neighborhood - the two friends lived at opposite ends of the same street so there was no point going any other way.

Whilst the nineteen year olds sauntered down this path, they talked about the same things they talked every other day as they came home: Their assignments (and if the other could help them with it), what they were going to have for dinner today and what they were doing on the weekend, which always led to them talking about favourite game; League of Legends. The two had played the popular multiplayer game since the game’s early years - the day the two found out they played the same game was the day their already long and strong friendship became even stronger - and always logged on to play together the second they’d finished eating dinner. However, little did the two young men know that today their relationship was going to change in a way that neither of them could ever hope to predict…

As they continued walking, something caught Matthew’s eye and he immediately stood still, eyes squinting as he tried to see through the branches and bushes. Noticing that his friend wasn’t alongside him, Nathan looked back.

“Dude, what’s up?” he asked.

“Do you see that?” Matthew asked back, nodding at something northeast of them. Nathan looked around him, but saw nothing but trees and bushes.

“No?”

“Come here then - you can just barely see it.”

“See what?” Nathan asked as he walked over. Squinting and tilting his head, his eyes pierced through the undergrowth and rested on a pattern of faded red bricks in the distance. “It’s just some building.”

“Yeah, but have you ever seen that there before?” Matthew asked him.

“No, probably because all the forest is in the way.”

“Yeah, but we’ve walked down this path for how many years? I’m pretty sure it wasn’t there yesterday.” Matthew headed towards the direction of the building, clambering over a bush whilst Nathan just stood there.

“Matt, what are you doing?”

“I’m just gonna go see what it is!”

Matthew soon disappeared into the forest, hesitantly followed by Nathan soon after. Eventually he stepped out into a large clearing, where he saw Matthew standing in front of a large, Gothic style building: It reminded him of one of those large ancient churches scattered across Europe, although it was much smaller in comparison; seeming to be the size of a house. Its sharp, triangular shaped roofs and overall dilapidated state gave it a rather unnerving appearance, even though it was still daytime. It didn’t help that there was a black stone door either, a door that Matthew was now approaching. Just as he was about to touch the rusted ring doorknob, Nathan interrupted -

“You’re not seriously thinking about going inside, are you? That place looks like a death trap.”

Matthew turned and shrugged. “If it doesn’t open, I’ll just go home and forget this thing was ever here - otherwise I’ll just be curious for the rest of my life.”

Facing the door again, Matthew grabbed the doorknob and pulled: With a great wheeze, the door opened, squealing as it grated against the stone floor. Having watched a lot of horror movies in his life, Nathan jogged over before Matthew went inside and got locked in before being horribly murdered by a group of cultists or something. Once he reached Matthew, the two of them peered into the crypt-like building… and saw nothing but pitch black darkness. Fishing a hand into his pocket, Matthew silently took out his phone; put on the flashlight and stepped through.

“You absolute madman…” Nathan muttered as he took his phone out and activated its flashlight as he followed his friend in.

Despite being a late summer, the inside of the crypt was incredibly cold, as if it was really just some massive refrigerator. Fortunately there were no psycho cultists waiting

“We shouldn’t stay here for long,” Nathan told Matthew, who was wandering around and staring intently at the walls.

“Look at the walls,” Matthew replied. Raising an eyebrow, Nathan turned and shone his flashlight on the wall: There seemed a tapestry of sorts chiselled in them, depicting what looked like swarms of dragons diving out of the hand of what looked liked some purple coloured demoness and charging towards a group of five warriors, four of them men clad in red armour and one woman dressed in blue. Moving down the chamber, Nathan then saw a red warrior who wielded a lance impaling the demoness in the heart.

“What is this…?” he muttered. “Matthew, you think we’re in some kind of abandoned movie set or something?”

“I dunno.” Matthew then looked at the dusty, time-worn chest on the altar and walked over to it. “I wonder what’s in here though…” Inspecting it closer, there seemed to be a button or lock that was rusted over… Matthew reached a hand out to lightly graze it - the second his finger pressed against it, the chest flung open like some force had ripped it open and the two boys immediately jumped and backed away as clouds of dust scattered everywhere. Nathan and Matthew stared through to see what laid inside the chest - fortunately the light from the window was still shining down onto the altar, revealing what looked like a small oval shaped rock resting inside.

“What… is that?” Nathan coughed as he waved his hand through the mist of dirt.

“It’s just some stone,” Matthew said, sounding a little disappointed. But as the sunlight beamed down on the stone, Matthew (who was the closest to the altar) noticed a strange purple glimmer starting to appear on it. “Wait, do you see that?”

“See what?”

“The stone is sort of… sparkling?” Matthew edged closer towards the chest. “Maybe it’s some kind of gem?" Now standing in front of the altar, Matthew noticed that what he thought was stone was actually just layers and layers of dust coated on it, the purple sparkling was just whatever it was underneath coming through as the dust drifted off. His curiosity getting the better of him, he couldn’t resist pressing his hand against it and swiping the dust off - the sensation he felt wasn’t what he expected as he felt a sticky, slimy texture rub against his palm. Before he could really understand what it was he was touching, Matthew felt something wriggle inside the object and press back against his hand - he immediately yanked it away.

"What’s wrong?” asked Nathan as he approached the altar. Matthew just stared at his hand and back the object.

“I… I think it’s some kind of egg.” He said. “It felt sticky and… something moved inside it.”

As Matthew continued staring at the egg, he felt like whatever was inside was staring back from within the purple membrane, which was now starting to pulse in an almost hypnotic fashion. In the back of Matthew’s mind, an urge gradually appeared: An urge to get close to the egg and touch it once more… To feel the warm membrane against his bare skin again…

Matthew shuffled towards the altar again, his eyes glazed over. Noticing the weird, zombie like way his friend was now walking, Nathan frowned.

“Matt… you okay?” He said, placing a hand on his shoulder, but Nathan just shrugged it off and kept moving. “Dude, this isn’t funny!”

Matthew was finally in front of the egg once again; now that he was closer he could make out something through the thick purple membrane - some sort of winged creature was curled up inside it. On some primal, instinctual level usually ignored by humans, Matthew could somehow sense that the creature wanted - needed - to be free. A small frown on his face, Matthew placed his hand on the egg and started rubbing it again, although this time it was in a more gentle manner as if he were stroking the fur of some sleeping pet. The creature inside the egg wriggled again in response and the pink aura surrounding it pulsed rapidly.

Having watched enough Alien moves to know where this was going, Nathan rushed over to Matthew to try and pull him away-

Skreeeee!

The egg exploded and Nathan saw some purple winged thing shoot out of it and fly at Matthew’s chest, where it phased through his shirt and… Nothing else happened, but Matthew suddenly crumbled onto the ground and Nathan immediately ran over and crouched beside him.

“Holy shit! Matthew, are you okay?!” he asked his friend, who simply groaned in response.

“Ugh… what happened?” he muttered.

“Dude, the fucking egg exploded and some thing flew into your chest!”

Matthew sat up, groaning as he rubbed his head. “It… it did?” Indeed, inside the chest now was simply the black, webbed bottom of the egg that was starting to rot away now that its purpose was over.

“I think we need to call an ambulance,” Nathan said as he stood up and offered his hand to Matthew, who grabbed it and hoisted himself up with one of his clammy, trembling own. “Can you walk?”

“Y-yeah,” replied Matthew, and the two of them started heading out of the crypt. “I actually feel fine, you know.”

“Yeah, but then you might drop dead an hour later when whatever the hell that thing was jumps out of your ribcage!”

“Dude, it doesn’t even feel like there’s anything inside my rib…” Matthew frowned and put a hand on his stomach.

“What’s wrong?”

“No… it’s nothing. For a second I thou-” Matthew suddenly doubled over, crying out and falling to his knees as an intense heat erupt in his chest and pour out all over his body. Nathan immediately turned and ran back over.

“Matt! Matt, what’s wrong?” He received no response from his friend, whose eyes were screwed shut, his face twisted into a grimace and his hands tightly balled into fists. Bringing his phone into view, Nathan swiftly dialled the emergency number. “Hello? I need an ambulance; there’s something wrong my friend-!”

With a resounding snap, Matthew’s back arched forward as his spine was forced into an S shape, causing his rear and chest to automatically stick out. However, that wasn’t the change that Nathan noticed - Matthew’s usually blue eyes were now open and now the same ominous purplish pink as the aura surrounding the egg.

“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Nathan continued exasperatedly. “He touched this thing and something shot out and… What? No, I’m not making this up! Hello? Hello?!” Pulling the phone away from his ear, Nathan looked at his screen: CALL ENDED. “Fuck, nonono…!” He redialled the number again, but just as he was about tap the CALL button, something long and purple shot at the phone and snatched it out of his hand. Turning to see where it went, Nathan saw the tendril retreat all the way… back to to Matthew? The tendril, which had a remarkably dragon-like head on the end of it, dropped the phone into his friend’s hand. Staring into Nathan’s brown eyes with his purple ones, a smirk unlike any other seen before on his face grew: a smirk filled with malice, cruelty and a hint of sultriness. He spoke and when he did, it was if someone - a woman - was speaking with him.

“You won’t be needing this anymore,” He said before crushing it effortlessly in his hand - a thinner, daintier hand that Nathan noticed was now covered in a hard black coating that emitted the same ominous glow as his eyes. On his face, Nathan could see tiny purple specks lining Matthew’s face - a face that was now starting to visibly change in front of him!Nathan could only watch in shock as Matthew’s features began to morph in front of his eyes: His eyebrows thinned out whilst his eyelashes elongated and thickened; his nose softening out as his thin, dry mouth swelled into plump, kissable lips that became coated in a seductive pink colour.

As Nathan starting hearing a muffled cracking sound, Matthew placed his now sharply taloned hands onto his head and groaned loudly as four lumps strained against the skin of his forehead - a moment later and Nathan saw four horns begin to rapidly grow outwards, two of them broadening and stretching all the way out past his skull. His short brown hair flowed out from his scalp like a river, reaching all the way down to the floor before magically styling itself into a ponytail of sorts. Letting out a sigh of relief, Matthew raised his head to look at Nathan, who noticed that his friends’ head had changed from its familiar rectangular form to a heart shape. There was no denying it, Matthew looked like a woman now - a woman that Nathan saw on the murals only minutes ago…

“Oh shit, oh shit!” Coming to the horrific realisation that the person now staring in front of was no longer Matthew, Nathan turned to run out of the crypt, but just as he reached the door he felt tendrils run up his legs; coil around his arms and pull him back, causing him to fall back onto the cold stone floor. A couple moments later, he felt himself being dragged back across it.

“Where do you think you’re going?,” asked a husky, feminine voice. “I thought you were enjoying the show.” Nathan kicked and wriggled the tendrils, moving his limbs as fast and as hard as he could, but there was a snarling noise and then they simply tightened their grip.

“Stop struggling,” the voice said in a firm, yet amused tone. “None can escape my grasp. Besides, you’ll tire yourself out and I don’t want that - not yet anyway.”

The tendrils all over Nathan began to twist and he felt his body start to gradually turn over - one of them was rather dangerously close to his groin; the sensation as its rubbery touch brushed against his smooth skin proving itself to be quite… what the hell was he thinking about?! Some creepy demon lady had taken over his friend and was now transforming their body whilst he was completely helpless to stop it and he was concentrating on the semi he had!? Now on his back, a tendril wrapped loosely itself around Nathan’s neck before moving behind his head and flexing slightly, causing his head to push up and granting him a better view of… whoever this was.

“I suppose I should introduce myself,” said the woman, her voice no longer reverberating from the slender and smooth neck she now had. “I am Zyra, the Dragon Sorceress and Mistress of Dragons - remember that.”

Zyra’s shoulders crunched as they caved inwards - and as two large pauldron-like scales grew over them, they shredded Matthew’s shirt apart, exposing her flat, partially scale covered torso. Her arms changed next, slimming down as they lost muscle mass. The black substance that covered her hands earlier had now reached all the way past the elbow like some sort of fin - it was same material that rested on her shoulders; Nathan guessed it was a particularly hard sort of scale.

The sorceress took a sharp intake of air as her waist narrowed; her hips creaking slightly as her pelvis widened, gracing her with an amazingly curvy hourglass figure. A tingling building in her chest, Zyra licked her lips and looked down at Nathan. “I think you’re going to enjoy this next part as much as I ahhhh~!”

Zyra arched her back, her mouth forming an “O” as she placed her hands on her chest. Nathan watched as her hands were pushed out over time by the large amounts of soft, pillowy flesh that was quickly rising out around her nipples, which were now rock hard as waves of pleasure seeped through her; trickling down to her groin, where a part of her recently claimed body that was still Matthew’s twitched in response.

Meanwhile, Nathan was currently experiencing an internal conflict - one half was aware that the clearly aroused Zyra standing in front of him that was squeezing and groping her newly formed bosom was once his friend… but the other was starting to realise how hot she looked, especially now that she had such round, perky breasts… Zyra noticed Nathan ogling her and chuckled softly.

“Like what you see~?” She asked as she lowered her hands; allowing Nathan to get a good stare at her naked breasts before the black scales formed over and covered them like a naturally occurring bra. Turning to her side she said; “Then you’re going to love this~”

Zyra’s rear began to enlarge, filling out into a large bouncy bubble butt. Turning to face Nathan again, her scrawny calves thickened out into juicy thighs, her trousers shredding as spiky scales punched their way through the fabric; effectively replacing them. Grabbing the edge, Zyra simply pulled them off - and Nathan looked away as he caught a glimpse of her groin. He did not need to remember Matthew like that!

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry about that… it’ll be gone soon.” Zyra said. Although Nathan didn’t look, Zyra’s moans and the soft squelching sound just barely drowned out by them gave him an idea of what was happening: Matthew’s manhood was being pulled within Zyra’s waist as it transformed into her vagina - a judging by how passionately loud her moans were, it was quite an arousing experience and although Nathan tried his best to ignore the sounds, he couldn’t help but get aroused himself. He tried to rub his legs together in an attempt to stop, but all it did was annoy the tendril and cause it to tighten slightly - the rubbing sensation as it did so served to make things worse.

As Zyra continued to moan, Nathan heard a sinewy stretching sound - something was coming out of her body now, but what? It was only once the sounds had stopped and the moans lessened that he dared to look at Zyra again: More of those black scales now rested around her now smooth groin like lacy underwear; her creamy thighs progressed down into svelte, graceful legs that ended in taloned feet which looked similar to high heels with the way the back claws propped up them up. There was a flicker of movement and Nathan’s eyes widened as a massive purple tail came out from behind Zyra, who petted the arrowhead tip of it with a cute smile.

“Mmmmm, It feels good to have a body again.” she said, turning to look down at Nathan. “But what to do with you, I wonder...?”

“P-please, just let me go!” Nathan begged. “I-I won’t tell anyone about this, I swear!”

Zyra tilted her head, an eyebrow raised. “Really? You’d do that for me~? I’m touched.” Lifting one of her hands, she snapped her fingers and the tendril moved off of Nathan’s body, causing him more discomfort as it chafed against his groin yet again. The second it left him, Nathan immediately scrambled up and began to back away from the Dragon Sorceress.

“Th..thank you.” Turning around, he started to walk away from her this time; wondering what he was going to do now: It unlikely that anyone would ever believe him if he said what happened to Matthew… What was he even going to say to his parents when they asked where - Nathan suddenly felt two tendrils slide up his legs and coil around his body, but instead of being pulled down he found himself being slammed into a wall, the tendrils burrowing their way into the wall before constricting their hold - he couldn’t even try to struggle this time.

“Y-you said you’d let me go!” he yelled at Zyra as she sauntered over to him.

“I did, didn’t I?” She replied. “But I can also change my mind, you know.” She continued to walk past him, all the way up to the crypt door, which was still ajar. Grabbing the ringed doorknob, she poked her head out to see the forest surrounding the crypt; taking a deep breath of fresh air.

“A promising world…” she sighed. “But it’ll have to wait for now.” She then pulled the door in and sealed it shut before turning around to the now whimpering Nathan.

“D-don’t kill me, please!” he weeped. “I don’t… I don’t want to die!”

“Shhhh~” Zyra said in an almost motherly tone, placing one sharp finger on his trembling lips. “I’m not going to kill you, boy… In fact for what I’m going to do next, I’m going to need you to be very alive…”

She began to lightly trail the tip of her sharp, purple fingernail down Nathan’s neck and onto his chest… down his abdomen, causing him to squirm as it tickled his soft skin… it stopped at the top of his trousers. Before he could ask what she meant, Zyra sliced downwards and Nathan shrieked, expecting to feel an immense pain unlike any he’d felt so far… And instead felt nothing but the cold breeze of the crypt. Opening his eyes, Nathan looked down to see that his trousers and pants now lay in tatters on the floor, baring his manhood to Zyra. Unable to cover himself, Nathan felt his cheeks warm up; hearing Zyra chuckle as his face reddened like a tomato.

“Don’t be so shy, boy.” She said, cupping his head in her hand. “A blush like this… you obviously aren’t experienced in the ways of pleasure, are you?”

Nathan shook his head a little in response, and Zyra pouted. “Not to worry… you will be soon.” Zyra’s other hand cupped Nathan’s crotch.

“Wuh-what are you doing?!” he gasped.

“I’m a dragon sorceress, remember?” She whispered into his ear. “But as you can see, I don’t have any eggs… Do I need to tell you the rest? You seem mature enough to know how eggs are made~”

Nathan gulped as he realised Zyra’s intentions and before he could protest, she pressed herself onto him; her tongue pushed its way into his mouth and wrestled with his as she kissed him. This, alongside with the weight of her large breasts now against his chest, overwhelmed him with pleasure and caused his penis to immediately skyrocket. Zyra pulled her head away and smiled.

“My my, someone’s definitely eager~” she remarked, sliding her fingers around his length and squeezing it - Nathan bucked his hips reflexively as sparks of pleasure shot through him. The feeling of her warm, smooth around him… it was near unbearable! As if she could read his mind, Zyra then began to gently glide her hand up and down his shaft; Nathan let out a low moan in response. “Well, if you’re this willing… I suppose I’ll be nice and indulge you.”

She pressed herself against Nathan again, but this time he felt a steamy wetness engulf the tip of his penis and work its way down; the two moaned in harmony as waves of ecstasy surged through them. Zyra winced as Nathan pierced through the useless hymen her body had naturally formed during its transformation, causing a slight twinge of pain, but the pleasure gained as she continued to lower herself immediately diluted it. Once she had almost reached the base, Zyra slowly rose back up before starting to shift up and down Nathan’s cock.

“T-Tell me… How does it feel?” She asked him between moans.

“A…Am-mazing!” he gasped - he wasn’t lying either: Feeling Zyra’s wetness tighten around his dick as she.. well, fucked him, was proving to be an intense experience, especially considering that the only sexual encounters he’d had before this were with his right hand. Believing nothing could make him feel any better, Nathan was immediately proven wrong as the tendrils near his thighs started to tighten and relax in time with their mistress’s motions, bombarding his mind with even more pleasure.

As Zyra continued to thrust on Nathan’s hard cock, she felt it enlarge as a tension build up within it. “Mmmm, are you getting close?” Completely enraptured, Nathan could only answer with a fervent nod. “Good, then let it all out: Cum deep inside me and give me hundreds of dragons to command!” The two of them quickened their pace as they began to race towards the edge, their huffs and moans echoing around the crypt’s stone walls and ceiling. Nathan clenched his fists as he felt the tense heat begin to climb “I-I’m gonna..!” Zyra’s hands dug into his shirt, the sharp nails piercing his skin effortlessly as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“Do it~”

Those two words sent Nathan over the edge; groaning loudly as he released his sperm deep into Zyra, who raised her head back and let out a long, lustful moan as she climaxed onto Nathan’s dick, completely coating it in her juices. Once they had calmed down, Zyra climbed off Nathan, shivering as his length left her for the final time. Stepping back, Zyra placed her hands on her knees, the two of them stared directly into each other’s eyes, their breaths still laboured. Snapping her fingers again, the tendrils loosened their grip and Nathan flopped onto the ground, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. As he lay there, Zyra looked down at him as if she were contemplating something.

“You have a lot of potential,” she said. “I think you’ll make for a perfect pet~”

Nathan blinked and then looked up at Zyra. “Whuh?”

“Get up.” Hearing her command, as well as coming to the realisation that he was laying on stone cold floor with no pants, Nathan immediately jumped up straight.

“This word of yours… it seems so busy.” Zyra began as she paced around Nathan. “There’s no time for your people to sit back and enjoy themselves.” Standing in front of him again, she cupped his face and asked; “If I let you leave this place… what would you even do?”

Nathan once again thought about having to deal with all the stress of Matthew’s “disappearance”, as well as the stress of being the number one suspect as everyone in the street knew the two friends always went home together. Not only that, but the pleasure he received from Zyra was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his life… and she seemed to be implying that he would feel more if he stayed with her.

“I… I want to stay with you.” He answered with a nod.

“Good,” she said as the purple energy began to collect in the palm of her right hand. “You remember what I said I was, don’t you?”

“A uhm… a "Dragon Sorceress”?“

”Correct. But I also said I was the Mistress of Dragons - what’s the point of being called that if I don’t have a dragon to be mistress to?“

Nathan opened his mouth to ask what Zyra meant by that, but she silenced him with a passionate kiss. As they made out, Zyra gently placed her glowing hand on the centre of Nathan’s chest and tapped it with one of her fingers, expelling the energy directly into him. Shuddering as a wave of heat pulsed through Nathan, he pulled away from Zyra with a frown.

"W-what did you…?” He fell to the floor with a groan, clutching his stomach as a cold sweat broke out all over him.

“There’s no point in me explaining,” she replied. “You’re about to find out, my pet~”

Nathan tried to respond, but simply fell into a coughing fit as his throat muscles changed, his Adam’s apple melting away in moments. His vision blurred momentarily as his eyes were completely coloured into sun-like orbs and his circular pupils narrowed into lizard-like slits. Whilst this happened, his ears tingled as the cartilage morphed into a sharper shape that could detect the smallest of sounds. His breaths coming hard and deep, Nathan’s nose began to slim down as it’s sensitivity increased, allowing him to smell a sweet scent emanating off Zyra that reminded him of strawberries…

His short brown hair was next to change as it darkened to a sooty black and sprouted all the way down, the ends pooling on the ground. Pain flared around his mouth as all of his teeth sharpened and shifted into canines suitable for a carnivorous creature like a dragon. The final change for his head was its shape, the angular edges smoothing out into an oval frame.

The next change occurred all over Nathan’s body, as his skin gradually toughened into a dense, scale-like covering that then gained an ashy grey coloured tint over time. He then felt a tightness appear underneath the scales as his somewhat athletic body gained some more muscle, his arms and legs getting bit more definition than before; the faint traces of a six pack forming on his torso. Seeing as his arms had changed so much, Zyra’s magic then focused on Nathan’s hands, making them slenderer than before yet still retaining a sense of strength in them as the pinkish fingernails began to turn yellow as Nathan felt a warmth forming in his hands. Looking down to stare at them, Nathan watched in complete bewilderment as the heat trickled down his fingers and into his palms - they looked like he’d stuck his hand into a furnace!

As he continued to stare, Nathan became aware of a discomfort on the sides of his waist - a waist that was now widening as he felt his hips push outwards, giving him a rather womanly look - a look that would now be emphasised as he felt a tingling sensation appear in his chest and rear. Waves of bliss suddenly flowed out from his nipples and he couldn’t help but fall backwards onto the floor, roll his eyes back and moan, unashamed that Zyra was standing in front of him with a hungry glint in her eyes. A weight began to develop on Nathan’s chest as a pair of breasts filled out. Unable to resist, Nathan peered down to stare at them: They looked deliciously firm and round, although they were a couple sizes smaller than Zyra’s - a pout appeared on his cushiony lips as a pang of jealousy sparked inside him.

“Don’t worry my pet,” Zyra said reassuringly before whipping a tendril out at her, it’s head reaching Nathan’s bosom and lightly biting one of his nipples, causing him to squeal girlishly and wrap his arms around them. “I think they’ll do just fine.”

“Th…thank you,” Nathan muttered, a faint blush on his face. He wasn’t sure why he felt grateful for Zyra’s words… but everything going on was just so surreal, perhaps he was just starting to adapt. As he lay on the ground, he felt himself rise up slightly from the ground as his flat buttocks swelled out into a firm, round ass that actually managed to rival Zyra’s. His muscular thighs followed suit, fattening slightly and giving his body a wonderfully curvy physique as his legs slenderise to strong yet graceful limbs. The feeling of his thick thighs rubbing against each other was causing his penis to uncontrollably harden once again… but then Nathan felt a tugging at its base - no, it was coming from inside of his groin!

Butterflies dancing in his stomach, Nathan felt his testicles force themselves deep into his body… a loud, guttural groan came out of him as they transformed into ovaries, the remaining sperm squirting itself out of his cock and landing onto the floor. It’s final throes of ejaculation complete, Nathan’s penis went flaccid before slowly shrinking inside the newly formed folds and becoming the clitoris: Nathan’s transformation into a female - and a dragon - was now complete. As she lay on the floor, completely stunned by the massive alterations, Nathan only noticed Zyra straddle her when the Dragon Sorceress’s face came into view.

“You look so beautiful now, my pet.” she cooed as she carefully ripped open Nathan’s shirt, exposing her breasts and revealing her stiff, pointed nipples. Zyra then teasingly brushed a finger against one of them, causing Nathan to shiver as sparks of pleasure jolted down to her vagina. Smiling as an idea popped into her mind, Zyra lowered her head next one of Nathan’s shoulders and whispered into her ear; “You’re a dragon now… it’s time for me to become your mistress~”

Nathan didn’t struggle or complain as Zyra kissed her yet again, although the contact of their two soft lips seemed to renew the pleasure she derived from it. As this happened, a tendril slunk down Zyra’s wrist and headed towards Nathan’s freshly formed vagina, making sure to stay in the air as it did so. Meanwhile, Zyra placed her hands on Nathan’s breasts and squeezed, causing him to whine into Zyra’s mouth as he rubbed his legs together, his pussy dampening in response. It was at the perfect time to, because a moment later Nathan felt something large and thick begin to push it’s way inside her wet folds - the sensation, while unfamiliar… felt absolutely amazing, causing Nathan to see stars as she was submerged in pure euphoria.

Wrapping her arms and Zyra’s neck, Nathan’s legs writhed about as she bounced her hips automatically against the tendril’s advancements. As a result of this and Zyra’s constant kneading and groping of her breasts, Nathan’s mind was completely fogged over by lust - all she could think about right now was how good she felt… and the wonderful being that was making her feel this way - even when she was still a man, the amount of satisfaction she got from that couldn’t hold a candle to what she was experiencing now! She wanted nothing more but to feel this way forever.

Then the tendril buried deep inside her stopped - perhaps it couldn’t go any further? Moments later, she got her answer as the head of tendril opened its mouth and started to lick the inside of her pussy, lapping at her juices as Zyra’s own tongue kept wandering out Nathan’s mouth - with another grope of her breasts, Nathan soared off the edge, pulling her head away from Zyra as she unleashed a lustful howl that reverberated around the crypt and could have easily been heard outside were anybody actually nearby it.

Meanwhile, Zyra shuddered as the tendril within Nathan’s cunt was drenched with her juices - as the tendril was effectively an extension of her will, she could actually taste the sweet milkiness of Nathan’s cum in her mouth. Extracting it out of her in a deliberately drawn out fashion, Zyra willed the tendril to her mouth and took an inquisitive lick of the cum it was soaked in. “Mmmmm, you taste as good as I thought you would, my pet.”

Getting up off of Nathan, Zyra willed the tentacle away before placing a hand on her hip and ordering the recently turned dragon-woman to “Stand up, now.” Placing a glowing hand on the wall, Nathan pushed herself up; almost falling over again due to how weak and wobbly her legs were - they felt like they were made out of jelly, no doubt due to how well Zyra’s tendril had fucked her. Once she felt her balance returning, Nathan took her hand off and turned to face Zyra.

“Tell me, who am I to you?” questioned the Sorceress.

“Y… you are… mistress.” Nathan answered.

“Whose mistress?”

“M-my… mistress..”

Zyra smiled. “Good. And who are you?”

“I… I am your pet?”

“Yes~ And what is your name?”

“My name is Nathaaahn!” Zyra interrupted her by sending a tendril over to nibble at her breast.

“No, you are not Nathan.” She corrected. “Nathan is a silly human boy, not the beautiful dragon I see standing in front of me. Who are you?”

“I-I…. I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry, my pet.” Zyra hummed as she drifted over. “Mistress will give you a name.” Once she had gotten close enough to Nathan, Zyra wrapped her arms around her neck before announcing in a hushed tone; “Your name… is Shyvana.”

She then gave Nathan a small peck on the lips, who then something in her mind click: Although she had the faint idea that she was once someone else… trying to find the memories of her past life was now like trying to find a needle in a haystack, and she gave up searching rather quickly. Whoever she used to be wasn’t important anymore; all that did was her mistress… and what her mistress desired.

Seeing the flicker of purple in Shyvana’s scorching eyes, Zyra grinned. “So tell me, what is your name?”

“M-my name is Shyvana, mistress.”

“Excellent.” Zyra stretched an arm outwards and waved a hand at the air, which then rippled and warped as a purple coloured portal ripped open beside them. “It is time for us to return to my domain. I have an army of dragons to make… and a new pet to play with~”

(Artwork belongs to Riot Games)