TriNcess

  Shallow breaths. I move slowly along the ruined floor of the training room to make it to the tallest pilr I created. Shaping the terrain with pilrs and walls while dodging Drusil and disabling her to run away was a challenge. Simultaneously filling the entire room with fog without her noticing is nearly impossible.

  I hear something fall over. I think. I'm a bit on edge. It could've just been stone falling, or it could be the predator I've pissed off. Regardless, I quickly get to the floor and wildshape into a jellyfish of some sort. The pain of drying as a jellyfish is bearable as long as I can hide my breathing and heartbeat. One thing you learn when you get hunted repeatedly by a vampire is they have incredibly good hearing. The only thing more ridiculous is their sense of smell.

  Sensing things as a jellyfish is weird. All I get is a shape moving through darkness. Distorted. Red. Angry. I can't be entirely sure it's her after she started using her own unique magic, but I'm pretty fucking sure. The wildshape is a bit of a double-edged sword, as I can't tell how far away she is, but she's moving slowly, low to the ground. I think she's circling me, but that's fine. I've already made it way past the five minutes she wanted. But today my goal is to win. I don't care what it takes.

  Once she's out of my sensing range, I shift back and look around. Yes! I can't see her or hear her! I can start climbing the pilr to victory!

  Once I'm halfway up, I hear walking below me. My heart lurches. I turn my head and look back down, eyes narrowing. I'm hoping she's found one of the blood pools I made while running and healing myself. Don't look up. Don't look up. Don't lo-

  Drusil jumps up the pilr and starts forcing handholds into the stone with her strength. I'm moving at the same time. Without thinking, I turn into a giant spider and start running up the pilr, skittering as fast as I can. She's slower than when she's running, but she's still faster than me, and I can hear her ripping into the stone at a frantic speed.

  Just as she's about to grab me and rip a leg off, I kick off the pilr. Midair, I shift into a dragonfly. Smaller targets are harder for her to hit, and dragonflies are amazing fliers. I keep going up as she tries to unch bolts of blood and hate at me. Her attacks doing nothing to slow down her climb.

  I make it to the top before her and nd, shifting back. I lean over the edge and transmute the middle of the solid rock pilr into mud. Watching her fil and start falling fills me with smug satisfaction before her hands begin to glow red and she starts making ptforms of blood to jump off of to catch me.

  Oi! You're supposed to be only using physical stuff and illusions!

  Okay. Pn D. She's either gonna have a heart attack or fall in love or something. Not my problem. I'm gonna win.

  I purposefully turn myself into a giant eagle as I fly up away from the pilr right before she reaches the top, and as expected, she unches herself off the pilr ready to swat me.

  As she nears me, I let out a victorious screech, drop the wildshape, and let Shapechange run its course as I change into the shape of an adult red dragon and turn around to catch her.

  Hah! The look on her fucking face! She looks like a kid who got caught stealing money from her parents wallet! I take a singur moment to relish her expression of awe and surprise, memorizing it as well as I can, before I grab her with my massive draconic mitts and let us crash to the ground.

  Landing on my back I let out an oof that I can't imagine came out as anything non-threatening and roll so I can pin Drusil to the ground under my newfound strength and weight. I mean, she's trying to break free, but why would you even struggle against a dragon? Hah! Where's your divine now, vampire? I let out a malevolent cackle.

  Keep struggling. Oh sweet vengeance. Truly, revenge is sweet. Oh, I should probably pay attention. She's cursing at me and cwing and biting at my fingers. Cws? Feet. My feet. What is that nguage? It sounds almost French. Oh well, not my problem. I lean forward, putting a bit more weight on her until I hear her groan.

  Oh. Whatever she's doing with her magic is tingly. Hmm, my heartbeat is accelerating. I can feel that I can stop this, so I do. Is this a dragon's legendary resistance? Awesome.

  I puff out my chest and fre my wings. Ha, too bad puny vampire. You've got nothing on me in this shape. This is it. I win. You lose. Mwahahahaha!

  Almost as if she can hear my thoughts, she stops struggling and goes limp. "Yes, oh mighty dragon, you win."

  "Hehehehe. Oh wow. Is that my voice now?"

  "You can let go now."

  No, no, shhh, I'm enjoying this.

  "Oh wow, that's certainly a voice. No wonder people are terrified of dragons."

  "Straaaaaaaaaaaaax."

  Hmmm.. Imma lick her face. Oh wow, no fear at all about the massive mouthful of giant teeth near her face. Is she... noooo. I'm going to ignore that smell.

  I let her go and plop down on my butt in my best impression of a satisfied cat. Once she's on her feet, I fp my wings and cp appreciatively. Drusil ughs at me and bows a few times before I jump, release the spell, and nd in a t-pose. God, I wish I'd always been this athletic.

  I'm picked up and carried off, thinking about how to properly brag as we're moving at a brisk jog. Well, a brisk jog for Drusil. A run for me. I decide to boop her nose.

  "I won."

  "Yes, yes, Strax. You did. I admitted as much earlier."

  "I trounced you like no other."

  "Mhmm."

  "You. The mighty vampire, lost. Even when you were breaking your own rules."

  Drusil musses my hair a bit and kisses my forehead.

  "You're really savoring this, aren't you?"

  I am. This was a hell of a feat. Weeks of getting pummeled and tackled to the ground before she tries to use me as a chew toy, and I've finally won. Not that I mind the chewing all that much. Eventually it sorta stopped hurting at all, and I may have let out an undylike moan. She never mentioned it, and I'm hoping she thinks it was just a groan of pain. Ahem. Anyway.

  "I'm a horrible winner. It's a fact. I'm a great loser, though."

  She raises an eyebrow at that. "Sure."

  "Okay, a horrible loser as well.."

  "I'm guessing that made you very popur as a youth."

  "I...don't actually know. I can't remember. I mean, not that it matters. I can't remember what I can't remember anyway. I just accept I'm a horrible person, but at least I'm cute."

  She gives me one of her oddly sad smiles and sets me down.

  "You did excellent, Strax. Truly. Now, are you hungry?"

  "Eh, not really. I keep eating berries."

  Oh, we've arrived at the slime bath thing. Oddly, nudity has sort of become normal now. I still get flustered a bit, and it's hard not to stare at Drusil when she's... well, all of that. I finish stripping off my clothes and get into the bath. It's really, really, really comfortable. Drusil slides in next to me. Is this... a moment? She's been seeming very... worked up... ever since the dragon transformation. I should probably worry about that.

  "Ah. As excellent as always. Should we discuss your reward?"

  That wakes me up! "Reward?"

  Drusil smiles. "If I punish you when you lose, isn't it only natural that you get a reward for doing well? And an even bigger one for doing excellent?"

  Yep. Gimme gimme gimme! "Gimme!"

  Oh. Uhm. She's suddenly straddling me and has her arms on either side of me. Her knee is pushing between my thighs. Fuck.

  Her falling hair is surrounding our heads like a cloak, and I can smell her again. That worrying, intense, almost predatory vibe is back and really focused on me. Suddenly my bones are like jelly, and it's hard to breathe again.

  "Mhm. It's been on my mind for quite some time now. Originally, I was going to ask one of my familiars to craft you a piece of equipment. The usual reward for knights who've finished their training in my family. However, you don't really need equipment, do you? You'd probably appreciate something else that I can give you a lot more than a piece of magical metal."

  Her index finger is lifting my chin, and our faces are so close they might as well be touching. Oh god, how do you breathe again? My chest hurts with how hard my heart is racing, and I know she can hear it. There's no way she's talking about anything other than sex, right? Am I ready for this? I gulp. Hard.

  She closes the space between us, bringing our lips together, and my panic dies as she takes control of the kiss. She moves one hand to grab ahold of my hair and the other to grab one of my horns, which causes me to moan into her mouth. Oh god, why are horns an erogenous zone? She tilts my head to get even closer and won't let us part.

  I jump as her tongue forces its way past my lips to py with mine. My entire body is burning up, and I'm squirming with pleasure as she takes her time exploring my mouth. I should do something right? I can't be this passive! Fuckityfuck.

  I bring my hands up along her ribs and let them start drifting down, counting them, before I move them to her back and trace her spine further until I reach her hips.

  Stopping our kiss for a second, I gasp for air as she leans in and whispers into my ear,

  "That's a good girl; I knew you had it in you," before she cims my mouth again.

  Right. Hands. Hips. Feeling her smooth skin, I grab her ass and squeeze, earning me a groan from her. Ooooh. She can make those sounds as well. I can feel her muscles shifting as she pushes closer to me and uses one of her hands to lift the leg she's straddling up before she grinds her pussy against my thigh.

  Even in this pool, I can feel myself getting wet as she towers over me, my panting breaths doing nothing to hide it.

  She moans, "Mhhhm, I held back for so long. You're so adorable, Precious."

  She pnts her hands on either side of me and increases the pace of her grinding. Oh. That's what that look is. The way her eyes almost darken isn't just the light or ck of it. It's lust.

  "Tell me what you want, Precious."

  What are words again? Brain, please. Right. "I want you."

  Her hands migrate to my shoulders and push me down a bit, her fingers gripping me tighter.

  "I've fought the urge for so long. I won't cheapen this and say this is purely a reward for you. Ever since you stumbled in here, I've wanted you."

  "Uh-huh."

  It's very hard to speak as I try to take my eyes off the way her chest rocks back and forth. The way her breasts sway with the pace she's setting.

  "The way you've been looking at me, are we sure you're not a succubus?"

  I blush. "Sorry, you're just very, um..."

  She stops grinding against me as she straddles me instead and grabs my chin.

  "Shhh, it's alright, Precious. There's nothing wrong with being shy. Besides, there's a certain... thrill when my partners are more prey-like."

  The way she's pushing our bodies together is entirely too much for me, and my hands migrate up to her back to just hold her as she starts kissing my neck, and I have to hold back a moan as she whispers into my ear.

  "Don't worry, Precious. I'll be as soft and gentle as a silken sheet."

  I yelp as her teeth scrape against my skin.

  "Unless you would rather I treat you like prey."

  "Wha- I, mhhhmm"

  She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, interrupting my words as I fight back another moan.

  "What would you prefer, Precious? Make up your mind, or I'll make the choice I prefer."

  Fucking vampires. You can tell what this is doing to me; I know you can, fuck.

  She's kissing my neck, and one of her hands has moved to my breast, and her fingers are squeezing my nipple painfully. Hells, this shouldn't feel so good, should it? The heat pooling in my stomach is getting worse as she forces my spine to arc.

  "Like—"

  "What was that?"

  She lifts her head to look me in the eye, one hand gripping my neck and the other rolling my nipple between her fingers. Dreamer's blighted cunt.

  "L-like.... p-prey."

  "Enunciate, dear. You're a big girl."

  You shit. Her smile is all fangs. She knows how my body's been reacting. This isn't fair. Fuck. Why did the vampire have to be hot?

  "I want you to treat me like prey."

  I feel her gripping my arms as they're moved behind my back, and she's looming above me. The only word to describe her appearance is predatory. Oh Hells, all I wished for was that whoever's house I was in wouldn't eat me, wasn't it? Oh well, I really don't want her to stop.

  "Mhmm, that's what I was hoping you'd say."