User blog:Ore-samma/My Dragon Zombie (Sickness)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post / request = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

It's not often you can knock two request down in one go! I like to attribute it to skill....maybe!

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Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I panted, feeling streaks of pain run like rivers down my body.

It was too much, this was all too much! The ancient dragon was far too powerful for me and my band.

The others were hardly in better shape, and all my efforts to get my group out were failing.

The ancient one seemed to wait for our next move. Our cleric quickly cast a healing spell that was directed towards me.

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“Corrupt!” The dragon countered, pointing at the spell just a second before it made contact with me.

I immediately felt my body writhe in Scarlet Rot! This was it! I was done for. I struggled forward. Moving closer- wait a second!

I went to one knee and held my hand out…..right above one of the dragon’s eggs.

“Ancient One!” I cried out.

The Dragon hissed, seeing my hand just barely above her egg. Just one touch would spell the death of her egg.

“Let my band go, swear upon the demon lord, and I will spare your unborn!”

“Justin! No!” Our Cleric cried out.

I kept my eyes focused on the Ancient one. “Kiela. There is no other way. Go! Live! Love another! We will meet in the next life!”

“Justin-”

“-You heard him, let's go! It will be a miracle if we even leave here alive!”

“No- I won’t-”

“Keila! I am already dead!” I cried out. “It is the Scarlet Rot! Nothing can save me, not even a resurrection spell! GO!”

The Ancient One watched my team go, but made no move towards them. She was part of a dying race, and she knew my resolve was absolute.

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“Human....” The Ancient One hissed. “Your band has left my domain. Keep your word.”

“You have yet to swear on the demon lord that you will let my band go from all vendetta.”

The Ancient One hissed again and exhaled. “I swear upon the demon lord. I will not take vengeance against your band.”

I exhaled and withdrew my hand and slumped to the side, exhausted….drained…. I wondered if The Ancient One would kill me outright, or allow the Scarlet Rot to do the rest.

“Human.” The Ancient One growled as it delicately plucked her egg away and set it aside. “I am going to make you suffer for this. The Scarlet Rot will not take your life, and neither will I.”

I felt my body rise on tendrils of magical power. A sweeping cascade of gemstones started to swirl from her horde and started to form a crystal around me.

“I am going to keep you in a mindless suspension! You will suffer the burn of the Scarlet Rot till the day I die! No magic will free you. No cure will release you. Nothing, save my death will break this barrier.”

I struggled to get my dagger, I tried to bring death to myself…..too late…..crap…

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The world passed by in a dream. And despite the Ancient One’s promise, the burn of the Scarlet Rot did not come. I just stayed there….near mindless, dreamless, and timeless.

The ages passed in not even an eyeblink as I could not even blink, breath, or scarcely form a thought.

And all of a sudden the crystal collapsed and I found myself struggling for breath on the cavern floor.

The burn of the Scarlet Rot returned and I cried out in pain….wondering if my Keila was waiting for me on the other side.

My vision was dimmed somewhat and I saw a pair of bone-like talons come into view. I barely summoned the strength to roll over and saw a strange woman looking down on me with a friendly smile.

“Hello Justin. It’s good to see you again!” She cooed.

“Do…. do I know you?” I called out feebly.

The woman nodded and knelt down by my side and held out a glowing potion. “Here, drink this. It will ease your fever.”

I sipped the potion and felt the burning dwindle to an intense itching. The fire that as on my skin started to shift to my insides.

“Here, please drink.” The woman said, reaching out to cradle my head.

“No! Don’t! I have the Scarlet Rot! It will kill you!”

The woman just smiled and cupped my cheek. “There is a cure for it now. Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you….please drink.” She said, bringing my head to rest in her lap.

I sipped again, feeling the itch lessen but the body burn go deeper.

“Wh-who are you?” I said, unable to help but imitate her smile.

“My name is Amelle. But you know me as The Ancient One.” She said, her smile still unchanging.

I felt my insides crawl in a mix of fear and anger. “What? You live yet? You said that I would be stuck there-”

She nodded, “Till I die….. And I did.” She said, looking at her form and running her hands over her body, giving her voluptuous breasts a gentle squeeze. “I am one of the few dragons that ever died from old age.”

I struggled to get up, but Amelle pushed me back down with a strength that left no question that I wouldn’t win a physical struggle. “Let me go, you scaly wench!” I spat. “You took everything from me!”

Amelle just stroked my hair and gave me sips of the healing potion with that dreamy smile. “Come now Justin, I think you’re being a little unfair, no?”

“Unfair!? Unfair?!? You want to talk about fairness?” I exclaimed, trying to move away from the offered potion, but Amelle just grasped my chin and poured another sip in. “You nearly killed me! You trapped me for an eternity in that gemstone! I’ll never see Keila again thanks to you! She’s long dead!” I almost cried, remembering a love that was cut short by this beast.

“Okay, now my turn.” Amelle said, still stroking my hair, and added a kiss to my cheek with the last sip in the bottle. “I ruled a kingdom that was based on tribute. I took and killed only the invading armies, kingdoms, and empires and only taxed what was fair to those in my domain. The peasants whined and complained; hoping a so-called hero would save them from me. You barged into my lair, slaughtered any that would stand in your way, were on a mission to kill me, and threatened my unborn child!” She sighed and tossed the bottle away and ran her hands through her hair, and over her feminine curves, still keeping that dreamy smile on me. She kissed my cheek again. “Of course you’d only hear the side of those kingdoms that are long gone, being human and all. But still there it is.”

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I felt a bottoming out in my stomach. That couldn’t be true! “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Amelle leaned over, her breasts now brushing against my face. “How about this.” She said holding up a potion. “Truthwind potion. They say it gets stronger as it ages, and this one has been here since before you were born. Here, see for yourself.” She said, holding it to me.

I looked at the potion. I didn’t want it to be true! It couldn’t be true! She had to be bluffing! “Yeah, this is the real deal.”

Amelle uncorked the potion and guzzled it down even though it only needed a sip. Some of the potion dribbled down her neck and clung to her large breasts. I felt my jaw slacken from the spectacle and she smiled, licked her lips and buried her tongue down my throat.

“Hmmmmm-aaahhhh” She moaned, her tongue still extended as the kiss ended and used it to lick her lips again. “So-” She moaned; “Ask me anything.”

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“Is it true?” I said, begging the fates that she was lying all along.

“Yes. All of it. I was never the monster the invading human nations and towns claimed I was. And no matter what you may think of our battle- I was fighting unprovoked for my life, and the lives of my unborn… and even then…. I did not kill you!”

I almost cried out in despair. “It was all for nothing? I lost Keila for nothing?” I closed my eyes, unable to face the truth…. that I was in fact the monster. I started to cough and felt a wave of nausea.

Amelle helped me roll over and held my long hair as I threw up a thick red sludge from the depths of my stomach.

“Ahhh, there it is. The Scarlet Rot. You will be sick for quite some time as your body removes it from your system. But don’t worry.” She whispered, running her hands through my hair. “I will take care of you.”

“Why?” I gasped in-between waves of vomit.

“Because I love you.” She said with a smile and head tilt. “Do you love me?”

I was about to speak when my mouth and voice just acted before I could even think. “Yes, I think so.”

Amelle gasped and brought her hands to her mouth. “Really? Oh Justin! You make me so happy!”

My head begun to swim and spin and Amelle held my hair again as another wave of red sludge sloughed from my stomach.

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The next few days were brutal. I felt as though I was burning from the inside out, I coughed until I puked and puked until I coughed. The cure for the Scarlet Rot was so extreme that I wondered if it was worth it to just die.

Throughout it all, Amelle cared for me. She brought me slabs of ice to sleep on, fed me succulent, thick mushroom soup and would always be close whenever possible just to fuss and pour her adorations over me.

“There, there.” She cooed, wiping my forehead that now sweat scarlet. “You are in the last stages of recovery. The Scarlet Rot is now thin enough for it to leak out of your sweat.”

I leaned over the bucket and puked again. “I- I can’t stand this… I just want to die.” I moaned.

Amelle wrapped her cold arms and wings around me from behind and rested her head on my back. “Shhh my love. We are almost there.”

I felt a horrible wave of nostalgia; Keila used to hold me like that. I gritted my teeth, the loss of her still stung. “I don’t love you.” I said, feeling the sense of loss burn…. But Amelle just laughed.

“Lie to yourself if you want, but you spoke the truth when I fed you the Truthwind potion.”

“Liar!” I spat, “You never-” The rest of my words were cut off by Amelle kissing me just like when…

I could only stare as she smiled and slowly wiped the red stain from her mouth. “You couldn’t help it then, or now. I understand.” She whispered and patted my head with a cold damp cloth.

“This- this isn’t fair!” I cried out. “It feels like I am betraying everything I was as an adventurer!”

Amelle sighed and closed her eyes, never breaking her soft smile. “You remind me of me, you know.”

“What?”

She gestured with her hand. “Look around you, Justin. What do you see?”

I looked at the mound and mountains of dragon treasure. “I see the wealth that not even legends could match.”

Amelle nodded. “Would you trade it all if you could go back in time?”

“Yes!” I cried without hesitation.

“Why?”

I grasped a handful of gold and threw it aside. “Because all this is nothing if you don’t have anyone to stand by your side. Someone to care for you! Who loves you! Who-” I stopped as I noticed that Amelle was nodding to everything I said.

“Justin,” She said when I stopped talking. “You see over there?” I looked and saw a strangely shaped depression in the treasure. “That is where I died. While I lay dying in terrible pain, gasping for my last breath I realized something…. I had no one to comfort me…. I had no one to hold me…. I had no one to say it would be okay…..I was dying, and the only thing I could look at, was you inside my gemstone prison.” She glanced at the treasure hoard. “All this couldn’t save me from death, or loneliness. Even when the demon lords changed, I stayed here, believing myself to be superior to humanity.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

Amelle closed her eyes and leaned closer “Please, don’t make the same mistake I did!” She begged in a weak whisper. “The past is past, and in the here and now, you have someone who loves you!”

I felt a sudden surge in my heart and leaned over into the bucket again. I puked but this time the substance was like molten gold.

“There it is….” Amelle whispered. “Dragon sickness.” She cooed.

I inhaled after my stomach finally relaxed and felt as though I could breathe for the first time since I was sick.

Even as my head was reared back and gasping, I felt Amelle draw closer, holding me... kissing my neck... whispering that it would be okay. That she would stay with me forever and love me like a good woman should.

She placed her hand on my chin and pressed her lips against mine.

“Wait, my mouth-” I protested, still feeling traces of the red and now gold sludge in my throat.

“I don’t care.” Amell whispered, using her tongue; swirling it around mine and caressing my body with hers.

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Her wings and tail wrapped around my body, and she guided my swollen flesh into her wetness that was boiling hot.

Our bodies thrusted against each other; moaning, grunting, crying out our ecstasy and love.

I was still leaking red from my skin, and Amelle’s skin was painted red in places as we continued to move in our frenzied passion.

The boiling heat returned and started to rise, my body looked like it was mortally wounded from all the red that leaked from me.

“Don’t stop!” Amelle cried out, her tongue hanging, her eyes almost bulging out.

The pleasure and pressure mounted slowly, the ground around us looked like a pool of blood. I noticed my body stopped leaking red, and normal sweat was pouring from me, suddenly allowing the pleasure to ramp up faster then before.

“Oh! Husband! Please! Cum in me!” Amelle cried out and wrapped her body to me in a death grip, causing my ribs to sound as if they were popping.

The climax crested upon us, and Amelle squeezed me with each pulse, seeming to want to squeeze my entire body through my penis and into hers. I could no longer breathe! I was going to suffocate!

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And at last- She let go and cold air rushed into my lungs and we collapsed in a heap.

After a long time, our gasping turned to panting, and panting to deep breaths.

Amelle cuddled into my chest and traced her finger along my body.

“Justin?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry that I put you in that gem prison. I really am.”

I sighed and wrapped my arm around here. “Let’s not dwell on that. Let’s just get out of here, I want to see the sky, and I want to live again...maybe for the first time.”

I drifted off to sleep, holding a treasure that I wouldn’t trade for all the dragon gold in the world.