Kara Wylde

Hair: Raven Black (shoulder length)

Skin: Red scales with orange accents with glorious wings

Figure: Curvy body built for sin, 40DD-28-38

Sexual Orientation: Likes all teams ;)

Who Am I (Chapter 1 of 3)

“Who am I? That is not an easy story to tell. Tell you what friend, you keep the ale flowing and I’ll keep talking deal?” I said smiling as I laid back in my bar chair kicking my feet up on the table. The random guy nodded and ordered 2 drinks which I gave him the “are you kidding” look so he ordered another 10 more, but honestly what was I going to tell him? Who am I? It’s hard to tell someone else who you are or where you’re from when you don’t even know yourself.

 Let’s get this party started I thought as I chugged down the first 2 pints of ale, wiped my mouth off and began my tale from the beginning…

 Currently I am… me, and I stand at 6’9” at a lean 223 lbs. but excellent muscle tone and although large in stature my body looks like it was made for sin. I have shoulder length raven black hair and deep bright green eyes. What? My dimension? Ok for you guys out there, I am 40DD-28-38, see I wasn’t kidding, I was made for sin. Oh and there is one little thing I forgot to mention… I am a hermaphrodite half dragon. BAM WHAT?!
 Yep, I am red and orange in coloration, sport a killer set of wings and a prehensile tail. My face, hands and feet are more human looking than dragon but sport some deadly fingernails (ok call them claws if you must) that I keep sharpened. Oh and yes you can close your mouth now as I did say that I am a hermaphrodite. I can play for both teams and for me I love it as it makes my life more interesting, although that has never been a problem. Drinks down 2 more pints of ale.

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    Ok let’s go to the beginning, I was hatched I guess and not born like most normal people, at least that is what my father told me, and that was about all he told me.  I realized young I was not like my family, they were human and I was… a freak with red scales and could breathe fire.  They were good people, had a loving mother and father and an older sister.  You can’t choose your family right?  I am glad because mine were keepers.  They like so many in the world worked a small farm and sold their goods to a nearby village.  Now if you want to know where I truly come from, all that I know is that it was kept a secret from me by everyone.  The only thing I know about where I came from was told to me by my mother who slipped one day and referenced a time when Kayla, my sister, disappeared.  I pressed her for info and all that she would tell me was that my father went to go look for her and was gone over 2 weeks and when they returned he had brought along a little something else, a dragon egg.  No one would tell me though where he got it, not even Kayla.  I asked her once about it, but her eyes grew wide in fear as her mind went back to that time.  I hated seeing that and I never asked her again.

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 I finish off 2 more ales. So my father told me that I was meant for something great, something aspiring, something heroic, yeah I know, my dad really liked his ale. Never took stock in that but he would tell me every so often I was destined for greatness and blah blah blah, mom should really hide the ale keg better. So I worked the farm with my family and life was good, had good family, good food, good friends, had good creepers peepers checking out my big dragon boobies over the fence, cause even at age 13 I was already packing 36D cup. I was actually thankful of those peepers as they taught me the skill of aiming, as I threw rocks and hit them in the head. I got really accurate to, could beam them in the head at 50’ easy peasy. To be honest I keep a small pouch of stone for just such occasions.

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    Well life is never just rainbow and unicorns, you know I did a unicorn once and it was very interesting, but I digress.  Now I was 13 when the event that changed my life occurred and my life went to a very deep dark place.  Now besides farming, my parents had 3 extra rooms and they would rent these out to travelers for extra coin, and the coin was decent as we were near the main road thru the area.  One day two merchants stopped in and rented 2 of the rooms, as most guests they had free movement around the farm and a free homemade dinner and breakfast.  One guy was interesting to me as he only had one arm, they also had several guard/mercenaries with them who bunked down in the stables for a few silver coins more.  I noticed them noticing me and let’s say my endowments, and also noticed my dad noticing their noticing of my notic… wait what??  Oh just say they liked my boobs and dad saw!   So he had me stay away from them on the other side of the farm.  Now to let you know I don’t go running around naked, yes I have dragon scales but also softer leather type skin that is very soft to touch but still dragon scale hard, it’s weird I don’t even understand it.  So I wore normal farm girl clothes, work dress and boots, fairly simple clothes really.

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After dinner I finished my chores and went to bed and all was fine. In the morning I kissed mom and dad good morning and went out for a morning flight. There is nothing like flying thru the sky in the crisp chill of the morning, the wind washing over you almost as if cleansing your very soul. I was gone for several hours as I was having just too much fun chasing birds and playing in the clouds, but then I saw it. The smoke rising into the sky like a herald of death. I screamed NO at the top of my lungs and flew as fast as I could to the dark billowing pillar of smoke.

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    Drinks another 2 more ales.  I found them dead sprawled out on the ground in front of our now burning house.  I looked around and no one was there, the merchants and their guards were gone.  That’s when I heard the groan, my dad was still alive.  I ran to him crying and he said “The merchants wanted my sister but he wouldn’t let them have her, so they took your mother instead, I could not stop them.”  I looked to my sister and saw, that no… they did have her as well, dad must have been unconscious by them.  I then realized that last night at dinner I never noticed that I was not the only thing they leered after.  Tears streamed down my eyes as my father took my face in his hand and said, “you are bound for greatness, I love you my daughter… I will always be with you.”  Then he died.  Just like that.  He was there, then his eyes were soulless and he was gone.  I pulled my family together, laying them side by side and I laid with them in the blood holding their hands just crying and crying.  I didn’t know what to do.

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    I laid with them for a day, just staring up at the sky holding their hands crying until I ran out of tears.  The house stopped burning after a several hours, becoming just smoldering ruins whose smoke filled the air like a christening of death.  The next morning, I awoke in the chill of the morning air and like a spark I knew what I must do.   I got up and went to the barn and grabbed a shovel and dug 3 holes and buried my beloved family.  That was it, that was the time that the darkness found my heart and my heart accepted it, wanted it, yearned for it.  The merchants killed my family, their days were numbered.  I may only have been 13 but my dragon skin was already like hardened steel armor, my reflexes were already growing more feline every day, my strength, well my strength was unparalleled.  Even as a child I had what I guess you would call dragon strength, there was nothing on the farm I could not lift, I don’t know why I am so strong oh yeah probably because I don’t know where I came from or anything about me.  Another thing is, there was nothing I could not track, another dragon trait I guess.  My senses are other worldly when I focus them.  All 5 of my senses are extraordinarily heighted, I could taste the air, see a mile easy, hear the wings of a fly flapping at over 100’ away, and could smell the scent of the merchants and sex even a day afterwards… they were heading south.

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    I drink down another 2 ales and hand the random bar guy a tissue to wipe his eyes.  Men… so emotional.  Sorry but I really needed those drinks, ok back to the story.  Now I sniffed the air and took to the skies flying south.  They had a day start but I would find them and catch them and kill them, each and every one of them like the bastard dogs they were.  Ten hours, that is what it took for me to come upon them and yes I am really that fast.  They had set up a camp at another farm.  I landed a mile away and crept in quietly, because despite my size as I was already 6’ at 13, I was still incredibly light footed and stealthy, again figure a feline aspect of being part dragon.

    As the dusk of evening drew in, I approached unseen and unheard.  The guards were gambling in the farms barn to busy losing money to each other to notice anything, I could have been an elephant stomping around and they never would have batted an eye.  I crept to a window and looked in.  I saw a woman and two young daughters, I could smell them their scents of the farm on them, figured they were mother and daughters.  I saw that there were only 5 place settings, 3 for them and 2 for the soon to be dead merchant rapist killers.  There was no plate for a father or husband, the women were alone.

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 Drinks down another 2 ales. I looked back at the barn, it was about 150 feet from the house, then looked back in the window, the women are sitting on one side of the picnic table styled table and the merchants on the other side. I thought, I can do this. I could rush in and kill the merchants before they know what is happening and be out before the guards could reach me. Yeah that’s it, that’s the…. \*bark bark bark bark bark\* \*bark bark bark bark\* What the hell!? Ok being half dragon is pretty cool, it really is, but there is one side effect of being a half dragon, dogs freaking hate you and can smell you a mile away. The farms 2 hound dogs came bellowing up to the house from out in the pasture, oh did I say hounds or should I say elephants because evidently they were as loud as ones as the guard began coming out of the barn as the front door to the house swung open.

 I took a step back from the front door and the dogs as the guards began pulling swords and advancing, the merchants exited the house smirking their smug little smirky smirks. The mother came to the door and I shouted at her “Get back and close the door and lock it!” I didn’t have any weapons like they did, just me and in case you had forgotten, I am half dragon… I dove forward and with one swipe took out the throat of the first merchant. The 2nd merchant’s jaw dropped and eyes popped open in disbelief as he watched his partner slump to his knees then face first into the ground, dirtying up his pretty gold and silver clothing. I smiled at the other merchant with death filling my eyes as I heard the guards now running up behind me. I waited no longer and dove at the 2nd merchant, pushing him against the door so hard it burst open and he went sprawling inside.

 I dove thru the door grabbing a dinner knife from the table and said “I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to… wait what? Oh no sorry wrong story. No what I said was, “You killed them all, now you die you bastard!” But I wanted it slowly now, I didn’t want him just dead I wanted him to feel everything so I stabbed him in his right leg then left leg to make sure he couldn’t run away. He begged for his life saying it wasn’t him it was the guards… oh yeah the guards almost forgot about them in my bloodlust. I turned as the first one reached the door and I swung wide, cutting his throat from side to side, one down 5 to go.

 I bolted out the door smashing into the next guard and knocking him back about 10 feet and down to the ground. One guard swung at me and I caught his hand as I did a second guard on my left, with both hands busy I went native. Thrashed my tail around to the guard on my right and his eyes opened wide as did his mouth as if to yell something but he couldn’t as he took my tail like a gay man takes a cock… oh and yes, I deep throated that bastard driving my tail deep down his throat. I flicked my tail backwards and sent him flying thru the side of the house only to be impaled on the fireplace poker. I had to snicker, that was cool. For the guard on my left I just twisted my arm which with my dragon strength pretty much just snapped his arm like a toothpick and he was done but to make sure I clawed his throat to finish him. 3 down and 3 to go. No wait one to go as the other two guards started running for their life, I smiled again, it was cute that they thought they could. I would deal with them later.

 The last guard attack and he was quick I give him that but thanks to my dragon skin his blow glanced off of me. I told him he had to “do better” and he swung again and it glanced off and I said “NO better!” He stabbed at my heart and I grabbed the blade of the sword in my right hand stopping it cold. I looked at him and said “three tries’ is all you get dog.” I pushed the sword away and grabbed the guard by the throat with my left hand and lifted him into the air, squeezing gently and steady as the life slowly drained from his body. Death filled my smile as I dropped him to the ground.

 I turned to the house and the merchant had grabbed a large serving tray and was trying to hide behind it. I walked in and nodded to the horrified woman and daughters and said, “Don’t worry will be over soon.” I approached the merchant and knocked away that pathetic tray pushed him down to the floor and sat on his chest. “Hello… Mr. Conneroy wasn’t it? Hello Mr. Conneroy how are you today?” I politely waited for an answer but he just stammered about not killing him, not his fault, blah blah blah. “Well my day has been rough Mr. Conneroy do you know why? Well I will tell you Mr. Conneroy, it’s because I buried my family this morning. Apparently some bottom dwelling merchant scum wanted a piece of my mother and sister and…”

 The merchant sputtered out, “You… it was you we wanted, we didn’t want them, we came for you.”

 “Me… you wanted me and yet you KILLED MY FAMILY!” I shouted as I pressed down with my claws into his arms drawing blood.

 The merchant’s eyes were wide in fear and stammered, “I didn’t want to kill them I wanted to wait for you to return but Mr. Blakely wanted satisfaction and wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t me, it was the one armed man!” (That’s what he said, Dragon scouts honor).

 My head filled with such fierce thoughts, my claws burrowing deeper and deeper into the horrified merchant’s arms making him bleed out even more. Death filled my smile again as I looked him in his eyes. “Mr. Conneroy… say hello to Mr. Blakely.” I thrust my two thumbs into his eyes and he screamed out in agonizing pain as I pressed thru them and into his skull, blood sprayed everywhere. His body twitched fiercely but in the end, his body fell silent. I stood up and looked at the woman and her daughters.

 She screamed in terror, “Don’t hurt us you monster!” Yeah I wasn’t like everyone else, I was a freak.

 As I walked calmly out of the door I called back, “You’re welcome!” Those three never knew how close they gotten to being served up on a platter, so they hated me, so what, they were alive to do so. I think it was time to head out into the world, see what was there for Kara Wylde, see where I could make my mark in the world so I headed down the road to see where it would take me.

 I drink the last 2 ales and wipe my mouth. “So there ya go my friend, that is who I was, well who I was 20 years ago, just a small girl with big city dreams!”

 The random bar guy blinked and said, “But what about the other two guards, the ones that ran away, what happened to them?” He was still on edge of his seat as he asked.

 “Have I showed you my stone pouch?” I asked him as I drew out a small pouch. I reached in and draw out 2 stones that have spike protrusions on them, much like the head of a morning star. “See these?” I asked. The man nodded yes. “These are made for maximum damage, for a stone that is, there are way better weapons in the world but these two are special, I made them from 2 stones from my home and have carried them with me all these years.” I put one in each of my hands. “The cool thing of being half dragon are the heightened senses,” I said as I stood up to tower over the man. “One neat thing about my senses, is I never ever forget a smell, never.” The man’s eyes began to widen as I just turn and thrust both hands forward shooting the stones across the room towards the bar. They hit two men perfectly in the back of their heads and out the front, becoming impaled in the back bar wall covered in blood. The two men slump down and fall off their bar stools. I looked back at the man who now has his eyes wide open and mouth agape, “and that’s how the 2 last guards met their demise. Then end.”
As I walk out the bar door I look back to the man, “Hey I will be back tomorrow, if you want buy me drinks, I’ll be happy to tell you about my rebellious teenage years!” I gave him a wink and a smile and swaggered out of the bar.

Smells Like Teen Spirit (Chapter 2 of 3)

I smile as I see the random bar guy enter and he looks towards me, I nod towards the bar, my lips chapped and ready for some ale. He orders 12 pints and sits down. “Welcome back my friend, I see my tale has brought you back,” I said smiling. The man nodded and pushed 2 pints of ale towards me. I smiled big and drank them both down. “Know where were we?” I said remember the previous day’s conversation, “Oh that’s right, my teenage years! Well let’s get to it shall we? These pints aren’t going to drink themselves!”
After avenging my family’s murder, I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I thought about staying home and just being a farmer but I couldn’t make myself go back home. The pain in my heart was just too deep to bare. My father told me of great cities and that the world held wondrous things, so I decided to go see for myself and took flight heading east towards the Sapphire sea.

 I quickly discovered there aren’t a lot of my kind out there, if any at all. I was met with fear and distrust as I tried to get food from farmers that I would come by. I could normally get them to provide food but would take me forever talking to them to ensure them I was not going to gut them and burn their farms down, like I could even breathe fire, what morons. Oh but this one farmer had a teenage daughter and son that I totally went to town on, I just couldn’t resist and they were just so curious about me and I was curious about them, so yeah lost my virginity with the farmer’s kids. Hmmm that was a good day! I smile while thinking back on that, but I digress.

 That is pretty much how I lived for the next year, flying around the kingdoms visiting villages and farmers, coming into my sexuality (like a lot) but still I feared to go to the cities. Just so much distrust when I first meet someone new, what would happen if I landed in a city full of new people? I found that I was not willing to find out, at least not yet.

 So another year passed and found myself a hired hand on a pretty nice farm. It was large and ran by a family of 4. The father and mother were really nice to me and did not seem to mind at all that I was a half dragon, they accepted me for who I was. It felt good. So let’s quickly sum up shall we? Left family farm at 13, traveled the rural areas of the kingdoms, had a lot of sex, and ended up at 15 back on a farm doing chores again. My god, did I lead an exciting life or what?!

 I grab another 2 pints and drink them down. The random bar guy just looks at me and yawns, “Alright, alright friend!” I said, “No need to get your panties bunched up, it gets better I promise because I was very busy on that farm.” So I sit back and continue my tale.

 I had daily chores like everyone else of course but I had extra duties as well. The family consisted of a father (Horacio), the mother (Annette), a 17 year old son (Sigmund) and a 16 year old daughter (Helga), and I was fucking all of them. I would do Helga every morning while we gathered the eggs, her mother would often comment of not understanding why it took her so long to get the eggs. Then midmorning I would bang Sigmund in the barn as he milked cows and in the end it was me that milked him dry. Then after we had lunch I would stay behind to help with dishes and do Annette in the kitchen, making sure to buff the table clean. Then finally in the afternoon I treat Horacio to all my hermaphrodite delight out behind some trees in the field. So with all this sex going on I was amazed I was able to get any chores done at all, but in the end I managed ok.
 I noticed the short random bar guy smiling and his pants had a bulge. “Hey! Keep it in your pants Frodo!” I said and continued my story.

 So this was my life till I was 16. It had been 3 years since I lost my family and was finally beginning to think I could lead a normal life again. That was when the others showed up. I call them, the others, because I don’t actually know who they were or are. 5 of them just showed up one day at the farm, in snazzy red armor and black cloaks with a claw symbol on it. Horacio and I were in the field when we saw them pulling the kids and Annette into the area in front of the house. Horacio didn’t hesitate a second and ran full sprint towards his family. I took flight and saved him the trouble of running landing us next to his wife.

 Horacio demanded to know who they were and what they wanted. He got only one reply, “You defaulted on your payment, leave the farm now.” Horacio begged the men to leave them in peace, that it was a hard season, as it had been, a swarm of insects destroyed half the crop. But the leader of the men would only say the same thing, “You defaulted on your payment, leave the farm now.”

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    Horacio pulled his family close to him and said flatly, “No.”  See this is why farmers should not try to be anything more than farmers, they aren’t heroes, they aren’t champions, and they definitely aren’t fighters.  For Horacio and his family, it would no longer matter what he was, the men suddenly shot their arms forward and bladed whips flung out, whizzing thru the air driving deep into my new families’ chests and they all slumped down, dead, bleeding out onto the ground with looks of surprise on their faces.

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I look down at my chest and see that the blade there actually did go in a little bit and that I was actually bleeding a little bit. I was like what? Nothing can break my dragon hide, unless… magic. My father told me once that he had heard that dragons could be harmed by some magic, not all but some. Perhaps this was a blade forged from such magic, I do not know, all I know it was in my chest and for a second time I had a family taken from me.

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    The men looked at each other as they saw me continue to stand and then took a step back as they watched my eyes go from green to a feint glowing orange.  Fury grew in me to where I could only say one thing… “My turn!”  I immediately took flight into the air yanking the man whose whip blade was in my chest, evidently the moron had it wrapped around his wrist for leverage, well he won’t make that mistake again, but it gave me an idea.  I flew back towards the men and used the man dangling from his whip like a demolition ball slamming into the men knocking them down.  I quickly landed and grabbed all the whips from the ground and took flight straight up fast and hard.

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    The men all jerked up as I pulled them from the ground and into the air.  My eyes glowed brighter, I don’t know how I know that, I just do, I think it was because I could sense my fury growing more and more.  High into the sky I took them at least a mile up and then I hovered there looking down on their terrified faces.  “I like to fly,” I said in a dark voice that almost scared me.  “Do you want to fly?”  The men begged for their lives over and over, it was a very hallmark card moment really.  I looked down upon them and said, “You don’t deserve to fly you deserve to DIE!” I yelled and then WOW, did you know half dragons can breathe fire?  I didn’t know that, not until that moment when it came spewing out my mouth in a stream of let’s have a barbeque death!  The men screamed as the flames covered them, burning thru their flesh.  My eyes widen at the carnage I created but found solace in it as well.  I pulled the blade from my chest and let all the whips go, the burning corpses spiraled back to the ground.  I heard them hit with a resounding THUD!  It made me smile.  I looked down at my chest and it appeared to be healing already as the wound had stopped bleeding already.  Cool, I regenerate.

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 I drink another 2 pints and took a moment reflecting back on my short life to that point. I wipe my mouth and continue. I flew down to my family’s bodies lying on the ground. I didn’t have to think this time; I knew what had to be done. I dug 4 holes and buried them, said a prayer for them and cried for them. There are some things in life a person should not get good at, and burying family is definitely one of them. After saying my peace and laying them to rest I turned my attention towards the sprawled men on the ground. Chuckled some as it really did smell like barbeque. I went over and began searching the men and found that I was immune to fire, uh awesome sauce! I pulled of the leaders burning pack off and put the fire out. I found the contents inside were scorched some but had not been destroyed yet. Going thru the pack I found a letter found some burnt food, spare underwear, a wooden rod about 10” long, a bottle of perfume, a makeup kit… wait a what? “Huh,” I said as I held the wooden dildo. “I guess the leader here liked riding more than just horses” I thought chuckling to myself as I tossed it aside, but kept the perfume and make up. Then I found it, the letter containing the orders. It read as follows:
“By order of Merchant House Camden
For defaulting on their payments we have a legal right
To remove the family’s now deemed as vagrants
From the farms that we now own due to the default
Of proper payments for ownership of said property.
You are hereby ordered to remove all persons from the
Properties as you see fit:
Brandis and Family (Ranchers)
Gerard and Family (Farmers)
Horacio and Family + some half dragon thing (Farmers)
Olik and Family (Farmers)
If the Vagrants refuse to leave said property’s you have legal
Right to dispatch them in any manner you choose up to
And including death.”

 My mother had taught me to read and now I wish she hadn’t, this was nothing more than a legalized hit list and I figured not very legal at all, at least not in my playbook. I knew the other families on the list so I decided to go to the other farms to make see if they were ok. I gathered the fighters coin purses and went thru the house gathering some extra clothes and what little money my family had and my adopted mother’s jewelry box. I put everything in a backpack and strapped on and took to the air, heading to the other farms.

 Olik’s farm was closest but I knew before landing what had happened. He lay there dead in the field and just outside his house was his young wife and their young 3 year old girl. MY eyes began to tear up again, but I took a deep breath and went to the task at hand and dug 3 holes and buried the nice family. Checked the house, it looked like the killers already searched thru it but did find a small pouch of coin behind a bedpost, so I added it to my collection.

 I flew to the Brandis farm and was relieved to find nothing. No body, no blood, the clothes inside were gone so it looks that they took the offer and cleared out safely. Brandis and his 3 sons were safe. The same could not be said for Gerard and his wife, I found dead in their barn. Again good people died and again I dug more holes and buried them and said a few words of prayer for them. I went thru the house but found no money but did find more makeup and perfume that I stashed in my pack. Took some bread and food from the pantry as I had a journey ahead of me. House Camden was from the southern coastal city Tibrus. It was a small city but still a city with city guards but I figured I stayed away from the cities for long enough, it was time to go see my new bestest friend, it was time to kill House Lord Camden.

 I drink 2 more pints and see that the short random bar guy was back to listening intently again, so I continued. Tibrus was only 30 miles to the east so it only took me half a day to reach it. It was a small city that was walled but only by a large wooden fence, nothing all that impenetrable, besides duh, I have wings! But I didn’t want to use them… yet. So I landed a mile out and walked to the city to appear less threatening. Couldn’t stop thinking of all the people that I’ve seen dead. All of It due to greedy merchants, they are bastards, the whole lot of them! I felt my anger growing again as my fists clenched as I walked, I was going to make House Lord Camden pay for what he had done.

 By the time I reached the city I had been able to calm down. I approached peacefully enough but at 16 I had grown to a full 6’3” so It was hard to not seem intimidating. The two guards seemed nervous and had their hands on their swords as I approached. I advised them I wanted entrance to the city and they just looked at each other, not sure of what to do. I saw fear in their eyes, they don’t understand I am not a danger to them… unless I wanted to be, which I didn’t. I reached up and unbuttoned the top of my dress exposing a good portion of my boobs. I smirked as I saw their eyes go from fear to OMG that is so hot! I told them I was hot and needed to cool off and wanted to know if they could take me somewhere shady so I could undress to cool down. I chuckled to myself, got them hook, line and sinker. They eagerly showed me a small shack just off of the main gate. I took off my dress and dropped it outside the shack door and called out “Oh boys can you help a girl out?” They came running, and in the small shack I did one of the things that I do so well, I gave them full on hermaphrodite. After cumming several times and the two guards nearly unconscious from dehydration from me fucking them silly, I got dressed and walked inside the city.

 I walked thru the streets of the city, it was dirtier than I thought it would be, dirt roads, people looked just as dirty as farmers do and I had not expected that. Maybe it was because it was a farming city perhaps, I don’t know and I really didn’t care, I only wanted to find House Camden. I walked thru the streets smiling and greeting people in passing so I would not overly scare people, it helped that I was in just a simple dress, it made me more like them and found that after talking a little bit people around me would loosen up some, it was not what I expected. But I digress again, I found House Camden at the top of a hill, the largest hill in the city, in fact I realized that I had seen it on my way up to the city, it towered over everything. I decided to wait till dark and then I would go in and have my vengeance.

 I spent the day roaming the city, smelling, listening, tasting everything. It was like an orgasm for my senses, so much wonder and delight, ok and stench of course, there is always city stench I know but for me at this time it was a wonder to behold and smell! I loved it! I even took some of my coin and bought me a new dress and shoes. It was a pretty purple and black dress with some gold embroidery stitching and a nice pair of buckled high heeled shoes. I put them safely away in my backpack, will wear at a time more appropriate, not good to wear on a vengeance quest.

 Night fell on the city and I watched as the store owners closed their shops and put out their lights. I wondered as I looked upon them, how many people have you had killed in your lives? Even when I bought my dress and shoes, I kept thinking of just reaching out and clawing out the store owners throat, but I held back, today was not their day to die.

 Once the darkness engulfed the city I stood outside the small wall surrounding House Camden. I watched the mansion and watched the movement inside closely but I already knew where Camden would end up. The rich are predictable, they always bed on the top floor and normally in the biggest room. My wings will get me there easy, tonight House Lord Camden dies.

 I quickly took flight and flew to a large balcony and landed. I looked around to make sure no one noticed and it looked clear. There were two sets of balcony doors, one led to a study the other to a large bedroom, but I entered the study instead to get an idea of who was nearby inside. I opened balcony doors and slipped in quietly. There was no breathing, so no one is here. I looked around and it seemed to be a study with several books and logs laying around. There was a door over on my left that should lead to the master bedroom I saw outside and another door across from me most likely leading to a hallway. I crept quietly to the door and focused, smells filled the air, scents of people filled my senses, I could hear 7 other people on the floor, two children, four guards and one in the bedroom next to me. The children are playing and have 2 guards with them, but why they playing? Its freaking midnight they should be sleeping, not only is he a murderer, he is a bad father as well.

 Here is a fun thing about dragons and it is something I possess as well. Dragon sight. I can see in any type of light, even complete darkness and I think even thru magical darkness, something to do with dragon ties to magic or something like that? I don’t know my dad told me once about it as he shoved me in a closet to show me. My heart sank as I thought of him, I missed him so. He knew about me and taught me little things as I grew, but why would he not tell me everything? I still know so little of what I am or who I am. I shake my head out of my thoughts to get back to task on hand.

 As I moved thru the room towards the other door I saw a book entitled journal so I took a moment to peek at it. House Lord Camden would be unhappy that I did as it was his journal, detailing everything. I was going to kill him swiftly but not now, not after reading the journal. It was all him, he hired a wizard mercenary to summon the insects, it was Camden who ensure the farms would fail and default to him, he purposely killed them for his own greed and power. Darkness filled my heart, it will be a slow death now. I quietly move to the door leading to the bedroom and open it up. It was then that I realized that I had made a mistake before, Camden was not a bad father, Camden was a bad mother. House Lord Camden was a woman. Good for her! Girl power and all… but now she dies…

 I move thru the room and carefully slide a candlestick thru the handles on the door to ensure our time together will be uninterrupted. I move next to the bed and look down on her, she seemed so peaceful, sleeping her little sleepy dreams of power, riches and glory… I slap her so hard she rolls out of the bed, hitting the floor with a loud thud! She calls out confused rubbing her face. I walk around the end of the bed smiling, waving hello with my clawed hand. I asked, “Are you ready for some fun? I know I am!” She gasped in horror as I moved in and grabbed her, I turned and just gave a slight flick and threw her across the room, slamming into fireplace. “Oh inside fireplace! Nice touch House Lord!”, I mocked as I let loose a stream of dragon breath, igniting the wood in the fireplace. “Now that makes this all a little more personal yes?” I asked smiling. I grabbed her off the floor and slapped her across her face again, drawing blood from her nose. I smile wider, “This is fun, let’s do some more!” I throw her at her bed, he back hits her ceiling high bedpost and bends in an unnatural way and bounces to the floor.

 The guards are doing their job, banging on the door, calling out for a response but too bad for them that none is coming. House Lord Camden is in too much pain to even say ow. She tried to crawl over the floor away from me but lucky me, my legs still work just fine! I grab her by her leg and lift her up. I punch her in the face, breaking her nose and throw her onto the fancy sofa in her room next to the fireplace. Blood filled the air and I breathed deeply of it. My smile grew wider as her eyes grew wider as she realized that tonight was the night she died. Then her eyes narrowed with acceptance of it and was going to try to say something witty or try some monologue, but nah, didn’t want it so I slapped her again, knocking her over the back of the sofa.

 It was time. “You planned it all,” I said as I walked around the sofa. “You planned to steal those farms. You sent the insect swarms to those farms, you made it so they could not pay you, you did this! You had innocent people killed! You did this! You did this for money and greed you fucking bitch!” I stood her up and punched her in her gut, and I smiled as I heard 3 ribs break. My eyes glowed like the flames in the fireplace, everything over the last few years welled up inside me, fueling my hate. The banging on the door is intense now as the guards try to break thru.

 I quickly take another 2 pints and drink them down, quenching the growing parchedness in my throat and then continue my tale. I pick her up by her neck and look her in the eyes and I ask, “Do you see it? Do you see death? If so then you have then you have shared something with those poor innocent people you killed. You feel as they felt, the fear, despair before you die. My face is the last face you will ever see you fucking bitch!” I punch forward driving my fist thru her chest, she twitches and gurgles and then slumps over dead, hanging off my arm. I drop my arm and she slides of hitting the floor and that is when I smelled it, the scent, the fear. I looked over my shoulder and there behind a curtain stood a young boy, his eyes wide and filled with tears, “MOMMY!” he cried out and ran to her staying out of my reach, scared to death. He grabbed his mother crying and yelling “Go away monster go away!!”.

 My darkness withered, my fury resided, my heart sank as tears filled my eyes. I looked at the boy but I only saw me. I was there holding my dead family in my arms. Oh gods what had I done… but I can’t leave him alive, they will know. They will hunt me down. The boys crying filled the air as he sat hugging his dead mother. I need to kill him, leave no witnesses. His pain reached into me like a dagger thru my heart. He needs to die…
 I burst thru the balcony doors flying thru the air, guards running around below securing the house. The boys crying ringing thru the air like a church bell for all to hear. I flew hard and fast but the city guard was actually organized. A large bolt from a ballista (for those non siege orientated, think of it like a crossbow the size of a wagon) soared past my head. What the hell? They were shooting siege weapons at me! Two more shot past me but they were close. I didn’t care I only wanted to leave. I turned from the mainland direction and headed to the seaside of the city. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I flew, I did that, I made that boy me. I took his family and left him. I was a freak… I was a monster! Pain filled my left wing as a bolt shot thru it, it had a barbed head and ripped nearly half of the skin away from my wing. I was too deep in my thoughts and didn’t see that I was heading right for a ballista and gave him a clear shot at me. I spun out of control out over the sea. I couldn’t regain my flight with my left wing destroyed, I plummeted down, down, down until I hit the water. All I was thinking good, my life and pain ends here. Then slowly the darkness of the water took me…

 “But you are here,” The short random bar guy said.

 “Can’t fool an observant guy like you,” I retorted as I drank down the last 2 pints. “You my friend are one sharp cookie!” I stood up and headed to the door to leave calling back. “Same time tomorrow? Make sure to bring the ale!” I heard a grunt behind me as I left the bar wondering if I even wanted to share anymore… at least the ale is good.