The trio of elders met me in the estate’s garden. I had completely transformed it in just twelve hours. In between getting started on it this morning, and now the setting of the sun, I had juvenile fruit trees, I had a blooming bamboo grove… hell, I had a small pond full of water lilies, rolled up lotus leaves as big around as my head, and plenty more.

“I have a proposal none of us are going to love,” I said, and looked at each of their faces in turn. “Normally, I have a team of about a dozen members… but we’re now splintered.” I waved my hands, as if I could just dismiss all the events I’d have to explain. “There’s a lot, but suffice to say I don’t know where they are, and they don’t know where I am, and they’re probably still in my world, and they can’t help here.”

All three of them exchanged looks but didn’t speak. Hefrekhan could speak with them telepathically, and they had probably been elders long enough to have good rapport.

“Jacoby’s team you know about,” I went on. “However, there is a way I can give the people here healing abilities.”

Deep breath. I was filled with trepidation here. This was going to look pretty ugly if I did it wrong. Therefore, I spent up my Likability Tokens on the Persuasion check that was inevitable here.

“The problem is, my ability sharing… comes from The Lovers.” I held up two hands. “I asked Jacoby’s team if they wanted to do the same thing, gain healing abilities, and out of the dozen of them, I got only a single taker. I can handle this with my own abilities… probably. I’m not going to pressure any of you or your people into this, but cards on the table, it is a thing I’m capable of.”

Shale’s head dropped and those bright, intelligent, not-at-all rock eyes focused on me. “Do you mean to imply that your healing abilities may be shared… through mating?”

“That is what I mean to imply, yes,” I said.

The three shared another one of those deeply familiar looks that said a whole lot was being communicated by insider knowledge and facial expression alone. Their shared lived experience, wants, needs, and personalities were all well known to one another. I could see Shale’s reservations and Yowl being open to the potential gains.

“That is—” Shale began.

“That is unconventional,” Yowl said quickly. “We will inform the populace and allow them to make their own choices.”

In the meantime, I asked for the ingredients I thought I would need, along with someone with fire powers to warm the cauldron to certain temperatures in order for me to more easily craft cures.

Aloe Vera was the plant I needed for most of these eggs, along with beeswax and a good hardwood. I had black cherry, and that had worked to stabilize the cure for the gods. It was too potent, and might stabilize the eggs too much. I didn’t know if the eggs would remain eggs forever, or if perhaps the resulting baby would just be arms, legs and a head sticking out of an intact egg, which fused to its body. That wasn’t ideal. Neither would being stuck in baby form forever, which the Develop Cure spell mentioned might happen. In the end I went with willow bark. It had a pain relief agent similar to aspirin inside it, and the bendy nature of the willow branches was conceptually what I wanted: a flexible hardwood.

Lucky for me, my travel to earth had ended up with me full of seeds. I had packets of all sorts of seeds.

“Willow… planted,” I told April, who cavorted around it and yipped with excitement. In the meantime, the Nakamamon gathered around my temporary estate watched, and one of them pressed the letters into a clay tablet, fired it, and placed it against the trunk of the already-developing weeping willow.

On top of that, I’d need more bluegrass. Luckily I was cultivating bluegrass for its rich mana enhancement properties. This would help the mixture soak up the mana and distribute it evenly around the cure.

Now, this was a sort of base for multiple different cures. All these cures had different aspects, so I would divide up a huge batch of cure, then add cinnamon or nutmeg or ash or poisonous mushrooms, or any number of several dozen other ingredients.

The creation went slowly, and took most of a day. While the elders spread the message regarding my offer, and while the people did with that information what they would, I paired with a lovely fire aspect Nakamamon who cradled the cauldron in two hands and headed it to the specified temperature. She was lovely, and also smoky. The Smokupine looked like a human and a porcupine had a kid, threw it into a bonfire, and let the spines both catch on fire and then smoke relentlessly. We had to heat the potion outside because of the cloying smoke. When she smiled coquettishly at me, I smiled back, wondering if the news from the elders had already traveled all the way to this lovely and curvaceous creature.

The bluegrass went in first, dried first and boiled to grab the essence of the plant, followed by the jaln oil. Once that was done, the beeswax was added, slowly melted at a lower temperature, giving the whole thing a blue-green color that hummed with magical power. The acrid smell of cooked off grass filled the lab, but once aloe vera was added, the smelled changed up dramatically.

Now the stirring changed, the mana investment became much slower, and the squeezed out succulent flesh absorbed the mana with incredible slowness. A luminous gold slowly replaced the turquoise, along with a deep ohhhhmmmm like you’d hear in monasteries around the world. It radiated peace, tranquility, and understanding. This stuff would bring you closer to God if you applied it to your chakras. It would bring you directly to God if you drank it.

April had curled up into a ball, tucking her tails under her chin and watching with intelligent eyes.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, I instructed Azalea to scrape off the willow bark, grind it up with mortar and pestle the townsfolk had supplied, and sprinkle it into the mix. The hardwood was the final step, and now the mana needed to be layered on in flat sorts of sheets. It’s hard to explain the shape of a fourth dimensional construct, but extremely thin sheets was what I folded onto the concoction, with Azalea sprinkling in more willow bark before I folded over my continuous layer onto the whole thing.

It had taken a good fourteen hours to do, but wasn’t yet done. I thanked the fire aspect for her incredible work all day, and she took a sip of the stamina potion I’d prepped before slumping off to bed.

The result was a clear paste with a hint of glowing yellow, and a glow that illuminated the cauldron from within.

“It is done?” Azalea asked, and April’s ears and flowers perked up.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’ll divide this up between each egg situation, add in aspect-specific ingredients, and go another two to six hours, depending, then apply it to the eggs. The water one will need thinning out with oil and probably added kelp… maybe water lilies or pond scum. I’ll need to look.”

I was pooped. We left the mixture covered, to cool, and went off to bed.  A whole lot of interested townsfolk watched every movement, having watched from outside. Murmuring followed us down the hall but eventually disappeared.

“Azalea,” I said.

“Mm?”

“I may end up mating with any number of those people this coming week.”

Her eyes widened, and a dangerous grin came to her face. It was joyful, but those many, many needle teeth of hers always made her seem just a bit villainous.

“How wonderful! I did enjoy mating with you and the Wizard Celine. Your seed…” She shuddered in delight.

***

The townsfolk certainly had their fair share of different responses when it came to the subject of getting me all up in their business. The second day, after I’d worked on one of the egg situation, I entered the estate to find a draconic Nakamamon waiting in my bath.

“Oh!” I said. “Hello.”

Dragina

Sapient Dragon Nakamamon

A species of small, semi-humanoid, sapient Nakamamon with villages scattered throughout Dorfilialtos. Although they sometimes gather in cliques or tribes of the same color scales, those who venture out of the remote wilderness have become much more cosmopolitan, and socialize without considering scale color important.

Typical length: 7-9 feet (medium)

Typical weight: 200-500 pounds

Gender: female

Aspect: draconic

Female Transformations: Dracolass - Dragina - unknown

Male Transformations: Dracolad - Dragobro - unknown

Dragina has been added to your Nakamadex.

I’d already identified her children… or the babies at any rate, doing my rounds earlier in the trip. I loved the concept of a Dragobro, and the mental image of a stoned dragon the size of a basketball player lounging around on a beanbag chair breathing out a haze of smoke and going ‘bruh’.

There was no visual way to tell she was female, since she appeared to be a lizard with gorgeous, lavender scales gleaming metallic. That was what I thought at first, but I soon learned the females had a forked kind of tail fin, while males did not. Twin spiraling horns jutted out of the back of her head and she had a single fin running the length of her body.

Two yellow eyes peered up at me from the water, which radiated steam, and two nostrils. Like a crocodile that might like to eat anything stupid enough to step into the water.

“How… can I…” I didn’t have to finish with the ‘help you’ because I passed a Likability and Seduction check. The creature was willing to mate with me. She was in a mating posture, the skill told me through a sort of instinct.

She rose out of the water, revealing a body that all lizard but with a human shape. No breasts though, and a long and powerful tail. I would soon find tiny wings tucked against her back.

“I dessssire the power of the Healer,” she said, her reptilian voice lispy and raspy. She proceeded to bend over the large tub, and raise her tail, shaking a backside I couldn’t see while staring me in the face. “Yet I professs myssself wondering… how in the world will thisss human mate with a draconic?”

The moment I touched her, lightly and on the scaly chin, my class triggered Adaptability. Scales grew out over my whole body, a light powder blue. I grew horny, and also small horns grew out from the back of my head, which was changing in shape.

Her body was lithe and sinuous, long in the middle, perfect for intertwining. Her surprise was as exciting and arousing as it was amusing.

“You were draconic in disssguissse?” Emerging from the bath, she ran claws lightly down the powder blue scales and then down my softer throat and belly scales, which shone golden in the weak light.

“Human, but I am adaptable from the abilities granted me,” I told her. “And I must ask that you’re sure you want to do this.”

She fussed over me, wriggling her long and completely inhuman body against mine. Her fingers and claws rubbed over my elongated sides, up and down my forelimbs and legs. Massaging, exploring, touching me all over. Pressing me forward and into the hot bath, invigorating.

“Your horns may be short, but your body isss perfect,” she hissed in my ear. Like a snaked she slithered around and around me. Her tail winding around my own, her clawed feet gripping my body with massaging pressure, so she could keep us tightly bound.

The heat felt like it imbued me with new life, seeping beneath my scales and helping me limber up. The grinding of scale on scale

“Few draconic exissst here,” she told me. The lust in her voice was thickly laced with need. “It isss a pleasure for me to have you in my mating pool.” She chuckled. “Or rather, for you to have me in your mating pool.”

My cloaca, for that is what I had, was already reacting to the rubbing of scale on scale, and the pressure of her claws as they massaged up and down my body. She always had my tail clamped between flexing and squeezing claws, which was a strange and exhilarating pleasure. It was like she was slowly running her hands all around my cock and balls. I hardened immediately.

In the meantime, Seduction told me I should also grab her around the tail, especially the base just behind her lower limbs.

The flesh was supple, springy, and the scales weren’t impenetrable. They had give to them. Her mana was welling there; she was hot to the touch, and ground herself against me. I nuzzled her with my face, beneath the water, not worried about the lack of air. I could breathe water.

She gasped and groaned.

“Yesss, Healer,” she told me, and rubbed her face against my hardness.

When the time, and it came soon, she was literally wound around me twice. Those lower legs of hers had me in a death grip and forced her opening against the enormous erection she’d caused to rise.

“Godsss above,” she groaned. “You should not be ssso… huge.”

Still, despite a growl and Seduction telling me she was actively taking damage, she shoved herself downwards and sheathed me fully inside.

“Maybe you’re simply small for your species,” I whispered, drawing out and thrusting back in.

She threw back her head and roared out of the water, just as the prompt arrived asking me if I would like to bring her into the fold. I mentally clicked yes. Her roar transformed into a wail of pain and pleasure, but she never stopped grinding agonist me or slamming herself down.

For a long time she remained like that, getting her fill of me, snout out of the water and the heat of the pool giving us increased vigor. Minutes turned into an hour, with us winding around, thrusting, squeezing, massaging, and eventually clawing and biting. We bashed into one of the pillars at the corner of the bath, causing dust to drift down. Azalea came to check on me at one point, but went away shouting for my whereabouts. I didn’t look anything like myself.

We emerged from the pool with me pounding her into the wet floor and her raking her claws down my scaled sides. She flashed forward and chomped down on my shoulder, rolled us back into the pool, and with a snarling growl, we continued our furious lovemaking.

She was incredibly tight, and hotter than she was tight. Her tail thrashed at me, her claws raked at me, until I finally caught her fore claws in mine and held them, slamming down into her again and again. She let go of my shoulder to bellow a roar up into the sky, only to have me bat her jaws aside from getting another bite in. It became a battle, with her trying to wriggle her face free, wrench her claws free, and get them into me by any means. Meanwhile, I fended her off while rutting deep inside. Every twitching, every wrenching sent shockwaves of perverse pleasure through me. We grappled and fucked like I’d never done before.

How long this went on, I couldn’t say. There was only pushing my snout against her face to keep from being bitten, and the deep recesses of her sex. There were our claws gripping one another and her cries of ecstasy as I plunged in and out.

Finally I could take no more, and let loose my own roar. She had me gripped tight in her rear limbs, and her tail, and there was no pulling out. I didn’t even consider it, but instead blasted her with everything I had.

It was like a switch had been flipped. One second she’d been trying to claw and scratch and bite, and the next she slumped backwards into the water, totally spent. Like those videos where the trembling prey animal simply gives up trying.

I eventually dragged her limp form to one side so she could breathe. For all I knew she didn’t have water breathing.

She lay there, eyes closed, breathing heavily, while I pulled free with a grunt.

“You are a draconic,” she murmured.

This is Christopher taking it as a compliment, and exiting the pool full of scratches and bite marks.