He'd read about the mating rituals of dragons, the fierce and unyielding need to claim a partner. But experiencing it firsthand was a revelation that shook Harry to his core. The bond with Draka was more than just a physical connection; it was a merging of souls that left him feeling both elated and utterly drained.
The days that followed were a blur of whispers and sidelong glances as Harry navigated the halls of Hogwarts. The story of his dragon transformation had spread like wildfire, and the reactions were mixed. Some saw him as a hero, a brave wizard who'd conquered the beast. Others, like the Slytherins, sneered and whispered about his "perverted" bond with the creature.
Determined to find a way for Draka to experience the world as he did, Harry delved deeper into the restricted section of the library.
Days turned into weeks, and the whispers grew quieter, but Harry's obsession with the dragon bond grew stronger. He discovered an ancient tome titled "The Shape-Shifters' Codex," buried under layers of dust. Within its pages, he found a spell that had long been forgotten, a transformation that would allow Draka to take on a human-like form while retaining her dragon essence.
The incantation was complex and required rare ingredients, but Harry was undeterred. He stole into the Forbidden Forest under the cover of darkness, risking his life to gather the necessary components. His mind was consumed by the thought of Draka walking beside him, sharing in the experience of being a wizard.
Finally, the day came when he had everything he needed. With trembling hands, he recited the ancient spell over a cauldron bubbling with a potion that smelled of sulfur and burnt oak. He watched as the potion shimmered and changed, the color of molten gold swirling with the deep red of dragon's blood.
With a final incantation, Harry offered the potion to Draka. She drank it with a fiery gulp, her eyes never leaving his. There was a moment of stillness, and then, with a burst of light and a sound like shattering glass, she transformed before his very eyes.
Where there had once been a mighty dragon, now stood a woman, tall and fiercely beautiful. Her skin was the color of burnished gold, and her eyes were the same piercing shade of red as the flames she could still summon. Her hair was a cascade of fiery locks that fell to her waist, and she had wings that folded neatly against her back, leaving only the barest hint of their presence.
The bond between them grew stronger as they touched, Harry's human hand feeling the warmth of her dragon-scaled skin. He knew that she could feel his emotions, his fears and his hopes. The connection was profound, and it filled Harry with a sense of belonging he'd never known.
He whispered the reversal incantation, and with a flash of light, Draka shifted back into her dragon form. The transformation was as smooth and natural as breathing for her now. The great beast looked down at him, her eyes filled with understanding. Harry knew that she was ready to face whatever challenges the tournament had in store for them.
The two of them took to the skies, Harry riding on her back, the wind whipping through his hair. They soared over the castle, their bond stronger than ever. As they approached the dragon's lair, Harry felt a strange sensation, a yearning that seemed to come from within Draka. She dove lower, her wings beating a fiery path through the air.
They landed in the secluded clearing, and Draka curled around Harry protectively. As the dragoness lay down to rest, Harry felt the bond tugging at him, urging him to go further. He knew what he had to do. He approached her tail, his heart racing. Her scales felt warm to the touch, the heat of her dragonfire almost tangible.
With trembling hands, Harry reached under her tail, finding the tight, unexplored entrance to her ass. She stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft rumble escaping her snout. He paused, his heart in his throat, but she didn't wake. He took a deep breath and pushed his finger inside, feeling her warmth and tightness.
Her body tensed for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to slip his whole hand into her. Harry felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing he was crossing another boundary. As he moved his hand deeper, he felt something else: a warm, pulsing egg nestled inside her. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning—he had impregnated her during their mating.
Gently, Harry worked his hand around the egg, feeling its smooth, hard shell. The bond between them grew stronger with each movement, allowing him to sense her anticipation and trust. With a soft coo of encouragement, Draka shifted slightly, giving him better access. Carefully, Harry began to manipulate the egg, coaxing it out of her body.
The egg was larger than he'd expected, the size of a small boulder, and it was stuck. He knew he had to be careful; the slightest mistake could cause her immense pain. He took a deep breath and focused his magic, the bond guiding him as he began to cast a series of spells to ease the egg's passage. His mind raced with the incantations, his hand moving in a silent dance as he worked the egg free.
Finally, with a wet pop, the egg slid out of her. Harry's hand was slick with her fluids as he cradled the precious cargo. It was a beautiful sight to behold, a perfect orb of shimmering gold with a faint red glow at its core. He felt a surge of pride and protectiveness, knowing that he had a part in creating this new life.
The bond between them pulsed with a newfound intimacy as he presented the egg to her. Draka's eyes snapped open, and she took the egg in her massive claws, inspecting it with a mother's tender gaze. Laying it on the ground before her, she began to coo and nuzzle it, the fierce creature now a picture of maternal love. Harry watched, his heart swelling with a strange mix of emotions. He knew he'd changed the course of their lives irrevocably.
The next weeks were a whirlwind of secret meetings and stolen moments. Harry would sneak away from the castle under the cover of his invisibility cloak, spending hours with Draka and their growing egg. The bond between them grew stronger, and the connection was a constant presence in his thoughts. It was both thrilling and terrifying, a reminder of the power that surged through their veins.
One night, unable to resist the siren call of the bond, Harry approached Draka's sleeping form with a newfound urgency. The egg was growing, and so was his desire to be closer to her, to understand the full extent of their union. He knew it was risky, but the allure was too great.
Slowly, with a grace that belied his nerves, Harry transformed into his dragon form and approached the sleeping dragoness.
Her breathing was deep and even, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only movement in the otherwise still clearing. The bond between them pulsed, a silent call that grew louder with each beat of his dragon heart. He positioned himself between her powerful hind legs, his cock already hard with need.
With a gentle nudge, Harry pushed his dragon cock into Draka's pussy, her scales parting for him with a soft hiss. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a fiery gaze that seemed to pierce the night.
Her roar of pleasure echoed through the forest, the sound a mix of surprise and desire as Harry began to thrust into her. Her pussy was tight and wet, her muscles clenching around him as if to pull him deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the voice of reason that whispered in the back of his mind.
The bond grew stronger with each movement, a silent conversation that only they could understand. He could feel her pleasure, her need, and it fueled his own. Harry's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to sync with the beating of their hearts.
The intensity grew, the bond pulsing in time with their mating. Draka's roars grew louder, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. The egg between her legs grew warmer, the life within it stirring in response to their union.
With a final, desperate push, Harry released his seed into her, filling her pussy with his hot semen. The warmth of it spilled out, coating her scales and the ground beneath them as she arched her back, her own climax crashing over her like a wave of fire.
The bond between them flared, a beacon of power that could be felt for miles. The egg vibrated with the energy, a promise of the life that was growing within it.
As Harry pulled out, he watched in awe as the pearlescent fluid began to leak out of her, a testament to the strength of their bond. The egg was now a part of them, a living symbol of their love.
They lay there, panting and spent, the bond between them a tangible force that seemed to hum in the air. Harry knew that this was just the beginning, that their story was far from over.
But for now, in the quiet of the night, with the warmth of Draka's body surrounding him and the promise of new life nestled between them, Harry felt a peace that he hadn't known in a long time. The future was uncertain, but with Draka by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next
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