Carolina had a lot on her mind that day. There was her mother, Pilar, who was dying in the hospital. There was her husband, who had gone to speak to Pilar privately and heard something that had unsettled him, for he had not been the same since. And most of all, there were her children, Biel and his younger sister Jordina. Both had been involved in a terrifying incident at a ruined sanitorium, and neither was acting themselves, especially Jordina. Carolina was starting to wish they had never come to this accursed city.

On a summer’s afternoon, she left her mother’s bedside and decided to take a walk out into the city to clear her head. She walked north from the hospital, round a large roundabout in the shadow of a hotel and then she could see the sea, which was gleaming under the Mediterranean sun. Carolina had to admit it; Tarragona was pretty on a warm summer’s day. She walked along the road a bit and, across the road, something caught her eye.

'Casa de Fiestas' - House of the festival. Curious, Carolina crossed the road and went up to the building. It was open, and there was no charge to enter. Once inside, Carolina was amazed to find a bestiary of life-size fantastical animals, built to be carried in processions but kept in this museum in between. There were dragons, a lion, a mule, an eagle and some giants. Each had a hole inside with shoulder pads for the bearer.

On the wall there was a video of these monsters parading through the streets at the annual festival of Sant Joan and, she had to admit, they were an impressive sight. She was especially struck by El Drac, a mean-faced red dragon with a curly tail.

There was no-one else in the museum, and no museum employees, other than a girl on the desk who had been bored and absorbed by her mobile phone. Carolina was alone in the place. Impulsively, she stooped by the red dragon, ducked her head under the body, and stood inside it, as if she were the bearer. She saw through the gauze-covered visor; it was a poor view. Dragons have very bad eyesight, she thought with a giggle.

And then, the most extraordinary thing happened. Once she was inside the dragon, she felt it swallow her and...it was as if she had become the dragon herself. And not only that, but Carolina saw that she could move the wings of the formerly plywood dragon, and her legs had turned into the dragon’s legs. She took a step forward…yes, she could move. The view was poor, but she stomped quickly out of the museum and, with a run-up, took flight.

It was incredible, being able to fly with two-meter-long wings. She flew high up above the city and out to sea. The ocean was beautiful, glittering in the sunshine, and she saw people emerging from the cabins of the big tankers and pointing at her and shouting in disbelief.

As she flew across the ocean, she suddenly got the sense that someone was calling to her for help. Someone back on the land. Carolina wheeled around, beating her great red wings, and headed back to the coast.

And, sure enough, on the roof of the old sanitorium, where her children had been held hostage, there was a young woman tied to a stake. And around her were men in hooded robes! The cult!

Carolina knew she had to rescue the woman and swooped quickly down. The men realized their peril too late and scattered, but Carolina halted, hovering inches above one of them as he ran, and she gave a great gasp of fire…and incinerated the man where he stood. Then, with a swipe of her mighty tail, she sent a second cultist flying off the roof of the sanitorium. There was a scream, and then his body lay broken on the ground. There was only one more, but he had vanished into the building. She alighted next to the young woman. Using her teeth, she was able to bite through the ropes.

“Thank you! Thank you for saving my life!” the woman cried, weeping for joy. Carolina nodded and growled, not, apparently, able to speak in this form.

“How can I ever repay you?”

At that, an extraordinary idea popped into Carolina’s head. What she really wanted was some sexual gratification as a reward. She wound her tail around the stake to which the woman had been tied, and she yanked it out of the ground. Then, she reached behind her and inserted it gently into her vagina.

The young damsel understood at once what she had to do, and she began to work the stake like a battering ram inside Carolina, pressing it in and out. Carolina purred as the stake aroused her, and the fire was brewing in her tummy as her sexual arousal grew. Carolina shook her head and her neck as the woman masturbated her and it was so pleasurable that she beat her mighty wings with joy. Then she took a great breath and roared a mighty stream of fire, and the fire inside her blazed as she orgasmed, and the vengeance she had exacted over the cultists empowered her to come harder than she ever had before and she nearly killed the young woman as she lost control of her tail, but luckily the girl ducked….

Carolina woke up. She had dozed off by her mother’s hospital bedside. That was a strange dream and no mistake. But it had planted the seed of an idea that possessed her over the next days.

Her family could not, would not leave Tarragona until her mother had died and justice had been done to the men who had done that to her children. And if the police would not give them satisfaction, the Lopez family would band together and take it by any means necessary.

The final stories of this series will relate whether the evil cultists would pay for their crimes against Biel, Jordina and Laia and how.
Thank you for reading my stories!