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“What else would he be called?”

“I don’t know.”

“His name is Otto, he is native to the icy climes of our world, and he is worth more than I care to mention.”

“Oh,” she says. “I’m sorry. I would have stolen a less valuable horse if I had known.”

“You should not have stolen any horse at all. You should never have come here. This forest is dangerous. Even I do not like walking in it. Now come here.”

I go to each of the charred bodies and pick out the offerings hidden within. There is a bow, which she does not know how to use, and which is made of cheap wood. There is also a leatherjerkin, cloth gloves, and a pair of plate grieves. I also find a dagger.

I hesitate. I do not want to arm this woman who does not know how to handle any kind of weapon at all, but it might be more dangerous not to arm her.

I look over my shoulder and see her standing there, staring at me with incredibly wide eyes.

“How are you doing that?” She breathes the question. “There’s nothing left of them, but you’re taking gear from them. Just like in the…”

“If you say game, you will be spanked again.”

“Game,” she whispers, in a display of frankly astonishing bravery given the state of her bottom. This young lady is strong. And she is fascinated by every element of what I am doing.

I raise a brow at her. “Do you want to be punished again?”

“No,” she squeaks. “But it is like in the… and it doesn’t make sense. It’s not possible.”

“And yet, here is some clothing for you. You need more than that light attire out here. I would have brought more, but I needed to find you quickly…”

“Why don’t you fly clothes out to us?”

“Still leaves the matter of the horse, and you, and requires me taking my eyes off you for a few seconds, which I do not want to do. So we walk back. It should not take more than a day to walk that which you rode.”

She takes the clothing from me. The gloves are blue wraps that looks quite cute on her. The leather tunic fits her perfectly,because of course it does. There is no other option in this place, where the spoils of slaughter conform to the body of the one who first wears them.

The grieves even look quite cute, though I am sure they are a little too heavy. I even manage to salvage boots, and finally she is clad in the manner of a small human adventurer. At this point, it feels as though I may as well give her the dagger and the bow.

“I do not want you to use these,” I say as she sheathes the dagger and slings the bow on her back.

“Well, I can’t, because I have no arrows.”

“Good. You don’t need any. Stop looking so pleased with yourself.”

It is hard to maintain discipline with this young lady. She is absolutely glowing with pleasure and excitement right now, in spite of the complete ravaging I just gave her. My seed is the problem. It soothes and it satisfies, and it makes her feel better no matter what. If I really wanted to discipline her, I would have to deny her my cum.

“I’m not pleased,” she lies, swinging her hair over her shoulder and adapting a dashing pose.

“Stop looking rakish,” I tell her. “You are a human. You are not a scout, or a ranger, and you are a danger to yourself and everybody around you.”

“Am I a danger to you?”

“Not me,” I say. “No. But remember there have already been three deaths.”

Her face falls, which is the first encouraging sign I have seen. She did not like killing the kobold. She was horrified by what she had done. She was not made to take life. She was made to create it. Even now, my seed may be sparking inside her, creating a new line of dragons. I am already excited to meet our first whelps, to welcome them to the world and to continue our lineage.

“Why are you smiling?”

I did not mean to smile. I meant to stay stern and unreachable.

“I was thinking of the babies we will have,” I answer her honestly. “I was thinking of all the life that will spring forth from these moments, painful as they may be. You are here because I love you. I am here because I love you, and our love will create new life.”