The Sorcerer's Pet

 The woman squirmed against her bonds, her body quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation. The sorcerer's piercing green eyes seemed to bore into her very soul as he approached, his robes billowing around him like a dark cloud.

"P-please," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know this is what you had in mind."

The sorcerer chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, my dear, the pleasure you will experience as a dragon is beyond anything you can imagine."

He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging slightly so that she was forced to look up at him. His other hand traced the curves of her body, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.

"You will become a creature of pure lust and power," he purred, his breath hot against her ear. "Your body will be reshaped into a perfect vessel for pleasure."

The woman's eyes widened as she felt the first stirrings of change within her. Her skin began to tingle and itch as rough scales erupted from her flesh. She cried out in a mix of pain and ecstasy as her body elongated, bones cracking and reforming into a serpentine shape.

When the transformation was complete, she stood before him as a majestic blue dragon. Her muscular form glistened with sweat, her scales rough against her own touch. A tattered scrap of cloth barely concealed her newly formed genitals, the fabric straining against her throbbing arousal.

The sorcerer's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of his creation. He reached out, his fingers trailing over her powerful form, reveling in the feel of her rough hide beneath his touch.

"Now," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let us see just how well you perform."

He guided the dragon to the floor, pressing her muzzle against his throbbing member. The beast's forked tongue lapped at his skin, tasting him as she had been commanded.

The sorcerer groaned in pleasure, his head falling back as the dragon took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel the power flowing from her, a rush of dark energy that filled him with a sense of dominion over all he surveyed.

As the dragon worked her muzzle along his shaft, the sorcerer knew that this was only the beginning. With this creature as his willing slave and source of power, there would be no limit to what he could achieve.