The potion clatters to the floor and the kobold who drank it curls into a shuddering ball. The creature explodes into a much more massive form of reddish scales and a tall, gently curvy body.
Scrawny arms and legs become powerfully muscled things. Bright blue practically glows, their definition disappearing behind the burning power behind them. A cute little snout becomes a giant, impressive maw with the sharpest teeth.
And those teeth clench together, turning upwards to a brilliant smile.
Large clawed hands press to the back of the humanoid sitting upon their knees, pressing them in close, forcing their mouth up against the dragon’s delicious sex. Squeezing that delicate head in the mighty paw, the dragon urges the weakling forward to lap upon the juices flowing from deep in her core.
“Good, very good,” the dragon growls. She lifts a leg and hooks it over the submissive’s shoulder. “You’re right where you deserve to be.”
The creature down below growls, even as its tongue plunges deep into the transformed dragon’s sex.
The dragon falls back onto a pile of books carved out into the approximate shape of a throne. She chuckles as she strokes her pet's hair, a soft growl rising from her lips.
“How wonderful it is to have you under me,” she says, rocking those hips, her tail slapping against her stacked treasure.
“How beautiful you were and how obstinate.”
The servant groans, licking over the sensitive folds. They grind their knees together. With their own needs that they cannot fulfill, as their arms are tied behind their back by the magical energy that holds them down.
“And who would have thought you would do anything to get the knowledge you seek?”
The figure shudders, gasping as the dragon pulls their face away, their tongue drooling a mix of saliva and the dragon’s discharge.
“Such a pitiful thing you are,” the dragon coos, patting the humanoid on the cheek. She leans in, and the tip of her long snout presses against the creature’s nose. She rubs gently, teasingly against the soft skin. Sighing, she tilts her head and opens her mouth.
And her tongue disappears deep into the humanoid’s throat. Long and wriggling, the appendage pushes its way down deep, bulging the creature’s neck and making its body tense. The loud gasps of delight are stuck in their chest as the tongue plugs up their airway, delving through them, tickling deep inside, before finally pulling back with a quick lash.
The servant falls forward, coughing, choking, gulping for breath, while the dragon sits back, licking her lips and resting her cheek upon her palm.
She presses the top of her foot to the chin of the gulping creature underneath, tilting their face upwards to look down eye-to-eye with it, chuckling as they stare at one another.
“To think you’d be a student to a master like me,” the dragon says, “and yet you find yourself gasping for air so readily.”
She taps her finger upon her cheek. “You want the secret to becoming a dragon, and yet, you cannot make a dragon cum. How do you expect to fully appreciate this magnificent form without being able to please it?”
“Ah… I’m sorry….”
“They speak.” The dragon chuckles, sitting up. She crawls to the ground, hands moving to the servant’s thighs. “How cute, but there’s no more room for you to speak.” She spreads the legs apart, opening her massive maw. The dragon slithers up along the ground, letting her tongue snake out until it finds the supplicant’s mound.
The humanoid gasps, rocking her hips toward that impressive mouth lined with all those teeth, holding her up with those sharp and many things while the tongue pushes between her puffed lips. The tongue slinks up and down. The muscle takes in the taste of arousal. Then she plunges the tongue inside, letting the mound press against her mouth, growling in delight as she punches her meaty muscle deep inside the woman’s core.
The woman screams, writhing and shuddering underneath the dragon’s mouth, unable to touch anything or do much else. She is totally under the dragon’s sway, and the expert motions of that tongue send her over the edge, panting, drooling, and staring up at nothingness as the dragon pulls herself away.
The dragon chuckles, licking her lips and standing up. “You have much to learn, young one,” she says, sighing and shuddering. “But our time together is short.” She holds her hand, watching as the great claw shrinks and warps. “It appears our session is up for today. Perhaps now that you’ve experienced this change from the receiving end, you’ll learn to appreciate the transformation more next time. Lay back and enjoy yourself because our training will continue, I’m sure….”