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Raemond x Phoneix : Revitalized

Raemond winced at the sounds of his aching joints. He placed his sword down, laying the trusty steel blade to rest for the evening. His fingers traced the worn metal with fond reverence. "Once again, you've served me well," he declared.

Next came his armor - a symbol of his pride for old Alberia. Off came the resplendent regalia to be affixed to the nearby stand. His fingers trembled with the buckles, but the old veteran was still able to complete his task, leaving him a pair of black trousers and a brown sweater.

Raemond stretched, sneering at the numerous pops and cracks. "Hmph, two more today," he mused. He examined his hand, testing the muscles in his fingers. The fist he formed could send a man twice his size and half his age down for the count.

Satisfied that his effects were safely stored, he turned back to his quarters. 'Spartan' was the most apt word for the lodgings - a dresser, a desk, a weapon rack, an armor stand, and a bed. The rest of the room was dominated by a clear space and a trio of haggard training dummies.

The old knight pondered his next move. While hs simple bed called him, so too did the manuscript he'd found in the Haildom's archives, regaling the tales of Alberius' own guards. There was also the whisper of a bothersome form he'd have to fill out to continue using the courtyard for early morning practice. "That blasted butler and his damn schedule," he pruned his mustache with a growl.

"Sir. Raemond."

A dulcet voice called to him, directing him to the nearby window. 'Melody left it open for me...how courteous,' he thought. But his thoughts of the good-hearted, albeit scatterbrained maid, were put on hold as he beheld who had come to visit him.

She was a beautiful woman - blonde hair that blossomed into red, shining like a torch in the night sky. Green eyes that pierced the dark, with a smile to match. A body that was found more on statues than commonfolk...but she was more than just an alluring woman.

Wings that stretched out around her, crackling like fire with every beat. A pair of horns that jutted out of her head, just above the slitted green pools that eyed him so curiously. Her feet were red talons, with similar hue and build on her fingers. A trio of tails stuck out of her rear.

Raemond strode over to the window and hailed her, "Good evening, lady dragon," he bowed. The dragon gingerly landed on the crenelations just outside. Her wings shrunk down and molded around her, giving the illusion of a cloak around her distinctly minimal attire.

"Please sir knight, just Phoenix will suffice," she insisted with a shake of her head. The way her hair seemed to flow against the wind matched the fires that she controlled, nurtured, and was reared by.

The old knight nodded in respect. "Very well. Then what brings you to my chamber, La...Phoenix?" he inquired. The dragon didn't answer right away, in favor of making the short hop over to his windowsill. Raemond didn't even flinch at her brazen trespass. 'She's smaller than usual...hmmm,'

While he pondered the meaning of her visit, Phoenix stepped into the room. Her horns nearly grazed the rafters. Her feet scraped against the stone as she loomed over him. "You," she said.

That took the old knight by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he processed her curt answer. "I beg your pardon?"

Phoenix repeated herself, "You, sir Raemond...you intrigue me," she admitted. Her eyes stayed locked upon him, a burning gaze that could make lesser men balk. Raemond was no lesser man, and he proved it by meeting her gaze with a head held high.

"You are interested in my craft?" he asked.

"No. I have no interest in how you choose to swing a stick," she bluntly declared. She raised a talon and lightly prodded his cheek, much to the knight's displeasure. "Your age. For one that still struggles to fight, you are quite old...yes, quite old indeed," she mused.

"Your candor is noted, my lady," Raemond growled. "But if that is all, I'm afraid this old hand must retire for the evening."

He turned away and made for his bed. Her voice was quiet, yet thundered through the chamber.

"You will die soon."

Raemond stopped. "Most likely," he admitted. Behind him, Phoenix cocked her head in curiosity.

"Does that not frighten you?" she asked. With a sigh, the knight reached up and thoughtfully stroked his mustache.

"I'd be remiss to say it doesn't...yet I've lived a long life and more than earned my keep. When my time comes - be it on the battlefield, my chambers, or even in the midst of training...then so be it," he shrugged.

"And if it could be changed?" Phoenix asked. His finger froze mid curl. He slowly dropped his hand and turned back to face her. Though only a few paces divided them, It could've easily been an unending battlefield.

Time passed quietly, with only the moaning wind and the flickering torches to fill the void. The two stared at each other, their faces unreadable. At last, Raemond made his move… by shaking his head. "Whatever you have to offer, I must decline."

Phoenix said nothing, prompting him to go on. "As I said, My life has been full - each charted course, every path, has been mine to take. I won't trade those days away, nor ask for them back," he declared.

The dragon mulled his words before shaking her head. She was upon him before the knight could even blink. "What about for one night?" she asked before tapping his chest.

Raemond collapsed with a gasp, feeling the fire that consumed his lungs. The heat spread throughout his body until even his fingers and toes felt like they were burning. He wheezed, coughing out smoke. Phoenix looked on impassively, her hair and tails lazily futtering.

The knight struggled to his knees, still coughing. His eyes were clenched shut, streaks of tears on his cheeks. Still, the old warrior dared to rise until he was shakily, yet clearly, on his feet.

Slowly, his breathing steadied, the plumes of smoke growing smaller and smaller with every gasp. With one last wheeze, the knight took stock of this strange new situation. The world was clearer, the air smelt fresher, his ears picked up the soft flutter of his curtains being tousled in the evening breeze...and his body.

Raemond looked down. Even with his underclothes intact, he could tell that things felt different, better - younger. "My word! I'm...I'm-!"

Phoenix finally spoke, cutting him off. "Your body is the same, however, I have restored about twenty years to you. That should suffice," she nodded with a smile.

Even in his jubilation, Raemond picked up the seed of something unsettling in her beaming face. With caution, the knight asked her to elaborate. "For what?"

The dragon's smile morphed into a smirk, carrying some unspoken intent. She loomed over him, the knight's head winding up just beneath her generous cleavage. "My payment," she growled.

The knight took a cautious step back, a motion that she followed. As the two crossed the room, Phoenix kept talking. "You interest me human, and what Dragons find interesting…" she paused as he bumped his back against the wall. The dragon was already on him in an instant, trapping the defiant man between her tits. "...They take for themselves," she declared

Raemond kept his gaze up, never wavering from her smoldering green eyes. The old knight was hardly blind to her intent, or the acts that would follow. Though he'd tasted much flesh, he never found love. Such matters had passed him by as he devoted his life to that of his king and friend. Still, even an old warhound like he could appreciate the beauty of the dragon.

"You intend to steal me away from my post?" he asked. Such a stony question made the dragon laugh, a melodious tune that quickly turned sultry.

"Mmm, perhaps...but first you must show me if you are worth a place in my nest," she explained. The dragon took a single step back but gave her human target no room to move. Instead, she wrapped her talons around his cheeks, lifted him up, and brought him to her mouth

Raemond gasped at the heat wafting from her lips. It made every other flame on her person or her thrall seem downright cold in comparison. It almost felt like his skin was melting...and it felt so good.

Phoenix felt the knight grab hold of her shoulders, pulling himself further into their kiss. The dragon cooed in delight, glad that he was already in sync with her. 'That makes things so much easier,' she thought.

Phoenix had felt the cravings ever since she'd first arrived in the Halidom. While she could easily find a dragon to sate her lusts, there came a risk involved with that - the risk of being marked and mated. She had no doubt that any of her fellow fire dragons could satisfy her, especially a pair of beasts like Ifrit or Agni...yet she had no interest in being bound to such arrogant, brutish dragons. Or Illa forbid - carrying their spawn.

So she sought something quick - a fleeting scratch that could leave her satisfied for the time being. Using her gifts, she perceived who among the residents of the Mystholm could eventually be worthy of her...and found one that already was. All he needed was a little more time back...

Luckily for him, she had time to spare.

Phoenix wrapped her wing around the knight, bringing him closer into her bosom. From somewhere in her fur-lined breasts, Raemond feels a pair of pokes against his chest. He brought a hand up and gave one of her mounds a quick squeeze. The statuesque woman gave a coo of approval at his act.

Still carrying her human target, she moved them to his bed her tongue danced with his, searing his own with her unnatural heat. She knew he couldn't make it into her mouth, and gently yet firmly rebuked any such attempts to do so. After a few failed attempts, she decided to divert his attention by cupping his covered loins.

"Hmmmm," Raemond grumbled, a deep echo in his voice that could leave women wanting. Even a dragon such as she found a shiver pass up her spine. Her nails gently traced the outline of his girth.

Phoenix channeled mana to her body, causing the flickers in her wings to ignite. The fire quickly spread to his clothes, much to the knights' horror. However, the horny dragon's aim was true, and the remains of his garb crumpled to ash on the bed. That left his muscled, scared body on full display, right down to his generous crotch and the untamed hair above.

She pulled away, the spit between them dissipating in the heat. The dragon eyed the veterans' cock with great interest. "...Humans aren't normally this big, are they?" she asked.

Raemond was too preoccupied patting his body for any signs of burns to respond. She reached down and drew a talon along his dick, raising it up until she reached his slit. "I believe this will be more than sufficient," Phoenix declared.

The dragon turned her attention to his dick, admiring the human's girth. It wasn't going to match the proportions of her fellow dragons, but with her diminished size, it should suffice to sate her lust. 'Hmm...he might actually hurt me like this...good,' she thought.

Phoenix dropped him on the bed, letting her human crumple into the sheets. Raemond was still too stunned at all the fiery stimulation he'd endured. He was too shocked to even realize that he didn't feel the least bit sore...only invigorated for more.

The dragon used his confusion to drop to her knees, placing her head just above his rousing loins. She licked her lips but paused before doing anything else. Ultimately she shook her head sadly before looking up to him.

"I don't think you'd survive in here - might be a little too hot for you," she lamented. For good measure, she blew on his cock. Raemond groaned in pain at the wall of pure heat that assaulted his loins, followed by this sense of relief.

"You're healing me," he noted, quickly picking up on her antics. Phoenix nodded, a subdued yet delighted smile adorning her face.

"Very good. Unfortunately, there are limits of what I can do, and getting so close to my mouth...well I'm afraid you wouldn't have much more luck," she chuckled. She saw the defiant gleam in the knight's eye and elected to show him a smidgen of the truth. The dragon reared down and let her long, pointed tongue slide down his cock from tip to base.

"Uuuh," Raemond groaned in pleasure and pain. She wasn't exaggerating in the slightest - even her tongue felt like a hot whip being snapped against his crotch.

Phoenix glanced up at him as her tongue slipped back into her mouth. "Too much?" she asked.

Reluctantly, he nodded. Even a warrior like him had his limits. "That's what comes with being so close to a dragon's mouth. Don't worry - I've got just the place for you," Phoenix insisted.

She wrapped her hand around his cock - a comparably nicer experience than her tongue, even if it was still scorching. The dragon sent another burst of her healing mana into the old knight's loins, revitalizing it in ways that it hadn't been in close to a decade. She felt her breath hitch as she saw just how long her human was. 'Maybe I will get a dragon's satisfaction,' she wondered with delight.

"Trust me - it's much much cooler. And besides…" she paused and leaned into his ear. Her tongue flicked out and feathered his lobe before she whispered, "I'll take care of you," the dragon promised.

She said no more in favor of letting her actions take over. The dragon straddled the knight, rubbing her pelvis against his throbbing cock. The bright red fur around her legs kissed his skin, enticing him further. "There, doesn't that feel better?" she cooed.

Raemond grunted, trying to retain his dignity as a stalwart knight. Sadly, his craven body was more than eager to show his true reaction, much to her amusement. She teased him, lightly kissing his dick with her puffy lips.

"Feel that? Feel how it's dripping on you? Calling you?" she asked. Her silken voice echoed in his ears. "I stoked the fires of your youth, human. Now it's time for you to stoke mine."

With that, she pushed down. His cock pushed her lips aside and began to dive deep into her pussy. The two gasped as their bodies reacted to each other's presence. Human and Dragon - united as one.

He started slow, attempting to accommodate her to his girth. She rolled her hips in response, goading him on further. Their pace quickened until the sounds of slapping flesh echoed through the chamber.

Phoenix moaned as she felt her human push deeper and deeper into her scalding snatch. Her earlier expectations weren't just matched but exceeded in the most sinfully delightful way. She felt so full, so hot.

So alive.

Raemond grunted as he pistoned into the statuesque stunner, his balls slapping against her feather-clad ass. She was tight - tighter than any maiden he'd shared a bed with before. More than that, she was hot - like fire roasting his crotch, kissing him as he pulled against her walls. He no longer knew how much time had passed since they'd started, and no longer cared to speculate.

"Grab my horns!" She panted. The knight obeyed her plea with relish. He pulled her head down, making her gasp. The dragon hadn't expected his grip to be so...firm. She certainly didn't expect what he did next either.

Raemond used his restored strength to pull her up and down his cock from her horns. His hands grew uncomfortably warm this close to her hair, but he paid it no heed. Her entire body was under his control now. She could only squirm each time his hips rose up and his hands forced her down.

"Y-You're a fiend," Phoenix growled, each syllable dripping with lust. She looked down on her human with fire in her inhuman eyes. Her smolder could've reduced a lesser man to a simpering puddle...but not her human.

Raemond didn't answer right away, but she could tell he had something in store for her. His grip on her horns tightened as he pushed her up, higher than he'd done before. She shrieked as his arms fully extended...before slamming her down HARD onto his waiting cock. "Turn around, and I'll show you how much of a fiend I can be," Raemond snarled.

Phoenix couldn't respond as her body was consumed in orgasmic fire. Her wings flew up from around her sides, brushing against the roof. Licks of flame reached dangerously close to the nearby wooden supports, not that either one was in a position to care.

The knight mustered all his willpower into not cumming in her hot twat. Her walls had clamped down on his prick as she endured her climax. The already insane heat reached a boiling point as her body attempted to milk him dry...to no avail.

Raemond dared to pull her back up, causing her vice grip on his cock to squeeze up his shaft. "Well, did you hear me, dragon?" he barked.

Her response was mere babble, prompting him to slam her back down. He bit back his groans and repeated the process, each time repeating his question at the peak. This went on for several minutes until...

"I heard you," she suddenly answered, her tone calm and dangerously serene. Her wings flew up and forced his hands away, much to Raemond's shock. "You may want to duck," Phoenix smirked.

The knight barely registered her words before his body reacted to the impending danger. The dragon's arms and wings outstretched in full, almost brushing the nearby walls of his simple lodgings. Phoenix spun around, using her wings to swiftly turn herself on his dick. The speed of her act, coupled with the tightness of her snatch, was too much for him, even closer to his prime.

Phoenix gasped as he came, shooting rope after rope of potent spunk into her inhuman womb. The dragon shuddered in delight, letting pleased moans freely escape her lips. 'I-I really did find the hoard with him,' she silently declared as her pussy sucked him dry.

Neither one knew how long his climax went on for, though by the time it finished she felt fuller than any meal that had been offered to her thus far. She could almost hear the human's cum bubbling and sloshing in her hot womb.

Phoenix basked in the glow of their post-coital bliss. She gazed at her arm as the sweat swiftly evaporated. 'How long has it been since that's happened?' she pondered. Her musings were cut short as she felt Raemond soften in her snatch. "Oh, how disappointing," she truly sighed.

The Knight snapped out of his climactic coma at her lamentations. He felt ashamed at how he'd almost fallen into the lull, let his years supersede his newly restored youth. 'I'd not let age hold me back...and I shan't do it tonight!' he resolved.

Phoenix squeaked in shock as his cock spasmed in her snatch. She felt him wrap his arms around her hips and pull her down. By the time her head stopped spinning, she was flat on her chest with the human looming above her.

"Who said I was finished?" He growled. Her gasp swiftly morphed into a delighted mewl as the knight slammed back into her boiling hot pussy...

Phoenix sighed and arched her back, letting her erect nipples peek out of her feather-clad tits. Next to her, Raemond tried to catch his breath, feeling the decades he'd been given back slipping away. Eventually, the familiar stiffness returned and washed over him.

She was also sore, delightfully so. A river of the knight's seed dripped out of her snatch and stained the already-ruined bed. Her wings fluttered listlessly at her side, no longer crackling with fire. She was drained - just like she wanted.

"So Phoenix...do you still intend to steal me?" he panted, drawing her attention to the man who sated a dragon. She sighed, tracing her talon over his bare chest. Her other hand reached down to her thoroughly stuffed pussy and played with the leaking slurry. She brought her messy nail up and absentmindedly suckled it.

Raemond groaned in pain as his now-weary loins attempted to stir, only to have his old bones protest. The dragon ignored him in favor of finishing her late-night snack and pulling her talon free with a loud, wet pop. a thin bridge of spit and sex connected her finger and lips before she smooched it away.

"Mmm...perhaps one day," she admitted.