Black Dragon(Plot snippet for a novella)

Here is a plot snippet for a novella that I'll start working on after I finish my current novel. It's a bit different than my WIP novel, quite a bit darker yet rewarding in its own way. Hope you like it! **PLOT SNIPPET BEGINS HERE** The story is about a SpellStealer, a heavy armored type of fighter who is specialized in countering spells while using his own magic imbued vials and powders to deal with magic users. This guy called Farnestad participated in the Black Culling during his younger days, where his kingdom enslaved and created frail alliances with the other species of dragons and almost obliterated the black dragons due to the ways of their kind(they were more temperamental, more savage etc.). Later on, he spent his thirties helping his fledgling kingdom take over the known world with the aid of their dragons and now, when he is in his fourties, he decided he had done enough killing, has seen enough, and retires when the humans began using dragons, sacrificing and abusing their kind to fight their battles. The dragons were outmatched by the SpellStealers, who usually turned their magic against them while their spell casters easily killed off their kind with potent gemstones they dug from under the earth and attuned to Destruction(It involved some sacrifice of some sort to power up their gemstones, needs to be developed better). Bottom line is, Farnestad sold everything he had, traded his lavish villa to buy one of the few remaining black dragon eggs. He retreated to a life of solitude in a mountainous region previously inhabited by dragons, where he had raised Varthra. He was always kind to her ever since she hatched, always putting her needs above his own. The hatchling quickly understood the human’s compassionate nature and began sneaking upon caravans, stealing clothes and jewels and food and other items for him. It all worked until a dragon scout discovered them. Farnestad had to register Varthra as a slave and had to rejoin a warband. The human’s skills remained as sharp as ever, but Farnestad loathed the prospect of putting the love of his life through that and, at an opportunistic moment, he tricks some dragons into getting the blame for a fugitive hatchling Farnestad set loose. Varthra doesn’t yet know his ruthless side, the sacrifices he made for her sake, the scars he bears, but will find out later. Thing is, they escape, and Farnestad strikes a deal with the enemy kingdom to sell secrets in exchange for a secluded place of their own. He did that, because he knew Varthra approached her first heat and he wanted to get her away from other dragons. The enemy kingdom shelters them in exchange for information. One night, when Varthra is restless, Farnestad notices her attempts to quench her inner fire and ask her to relax while he helps her. He helps satisfy her mating urges with his fingers and arm, and Varthra cums very hard, virgin as she is. Only, her heat is just beginning. Farnestad tells her to let him know when she feels heat rising within her folds, but she’s stubborn and doesn’t let him know that. The next day, Farnestad hears her dripping with arousal. Again, he urges her to lie down while he takes care of it. Varthra becomes overly affectionate and asks him about his own pleasure, if he ever mated, but he never says a thing about his past and mostly keeps to himself. The next day, he takes her to a waterfall where he massages her scales and sneaks his hand under her haunches while she is still standing. He touches her, penetrates her, pleasures her and makes her sway from the might of her climax. Varthra insists that he strips down as well, sees how his malehood looks for the first time and offers herself to him, even though she’s quite big. Farnestad appreciates her kindness but tells her he only wanted to satisfy her curiosity. On the way back, a rogue dragon happens upon them. Farnestad is without armors, yet he still has his usual gear. The dragon tries to mate Varthra, maddened from her scent. He’s rough and inconsiderate, scarred, bred for war. Farnestad stabs his toe when he overpowers Varthra. The dragon is surprised by the pitiful wretch that got between him and his female and fights Farnestad. Without half his flasks and powders to make use of his spells, Farnestad can’t do much. He is gravely wounded, and Varthra picks him up and outraces the male to a safe haven. Now, I don’t know how exactly it happens, but I’d like Farnestad to get turned into a dragon, mate Varthra and raise hatchlings together :)