George sat watching the stream of refugees flow past him. Each of the peasants' clothes hung off their frames; it saddened George to see that his armies had failed to protect the kingdom from the beastly hordes that swept forth from the mists. George turned around, looking at the assembled knights behind him. He mounted his snow-white charger, drawing his Bastard sword, swinging it slowly around his head. He would find the leader of the enemy hordes and end the war; he would save his people.

The men at arms lining the road protecting the refugees cheered loudly as George rode off towards where the mist was slowly rolling towards his capital. He would not be the king that lost Wessex. As he and his small bodyguard of twelve knights approached the mist they felt weird energy flowing through their bodies, lust and sexual desires building deep within their souls. As their steeds plunged into the mist the knights started to separate, each one following their hearts.

George halted his steed in the heart of Derry Hill village, looking around to see where his knights were. He sheathed his sword; dismounting his horse, he slowly led him to the inn, knowing he needed to rest. He took his time to stable his horse, making sure the magnificent steed was okay.

He entered the inn, cautiously looking around to see if there were any signs of beasts or enemies. Seeing none he made his way towards the bar. Searching amongst the barrels for something to wet his whistle he pulled up a jug of mead. Swigging from the jug, he walked to the bedroom that would have played host to the innkeeper and his wife. George removed his armour after putting the mead jug by the bed. George stripped naked and lay on the bed, pulling the sheepskin blanket over himself, shutting his eyes as exhaustion from the long war overtook him.

Esme opened her eyes, uncoiling from her position in the corner of the room, the spells of illusion falling from her form, revealing her true form to the world. Her long, flowing crimson hair hung in loose perfect curls around her shoulders, and her emerald eyes glinted with desire as she saw the man sleeping in the bed. Her bare bosom heaved as her breathing deepened. Her forked tongue flicked between her lips, tasting the pheromones on the air; the man was a perfect specimen for her purposes and needs. She shook the dust from her body using her long delicate fingers to brush the scales of her serpentine body, the crimson sparkling and bright against the jet black bands and the bright yellow spots.

Silently she moved around the bed to look upon the man’s face. Her fangs sprang forward when she recognised the man that had unknowingly driven her people to near extinction. This man was in the prime of his life and perfect to help her people recover from near extinction. She ran her right hand across his bearded face, her need to breed building with each passing second. She pulled the sheepskin blanket off him slowly to avoid waking him, her eyes running over his body, studying his naked form, impressed by his physique; lightly she allowed her fingertips along his soft shaft, wondering how he would feel enjoying her tightness.

She gripped his shaft gently but firmly, moving her hand slowly along it, working on making him hard so she could take from him what she needed. His cock hardened, as she looked at his peaceful sleeping face. She bent her torso slightly flicking her forked tongue across his nipples as she stroked him faster, the soft moans from his sleeping lips like music to her ears. She moved, kissing his shaft, softly wrapping her long forked tongue around his shaft, using her tongue to stroke his cock. She sensed he was stirring so pulled back fully.

Esme gently and softly rolled George onto his back, moving efficiently onto the bed. She took a deep breath before moving and sinking her hot, tight pussy fully down his shaft, her tail wrapping around his legs. She groaned as she felt his human cock fill her pussy far better and naturally than any of her previous Sslyth lovers had. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she started to move up and down his shaft. She looked into his eyes as they fluttered open, looking into the deep, soulful eyes that put him instantly at ease. He felt as if he was looking into the eyes of a kindred spirit, his hands reaching for her pert handful-sized breasts.

“Who are you, fair maiden?” George managed to gasp out as his thoughts told him that the pussy was made for him. He felt pleasure he hadn’t felt before; he didn’t want it to end as he caressed her breasts.

“I am Esme Queen of the Sslyth, Empress of the Beastiarius Nations,” Her lips formed into a smile as she saw George’s confusion. “Together we can make this Land whole once more, Wessex would never be challenged by Mercia, Northumbria or Brittany again.” She moved faster on him, desiring to feel his potent seed filling her and breeding her.

His grip on her breasts tightened as he looked down and took in her full beastly form. He found her appearance regal and arousing as a pang of guilt ran through him for the suffering caused by the war, but he would make it right. He sat up, taking Esme by surprise and kissing her passionately. Her eyes widened in shock, shutting when she realised what was happening, kissing him back with equal passion.

She tightened her pussy muscles around him as she felt an orgasm build within her. He tweaked her nipples as his hips thrust up into her, his balls tightening as his shaft throbbed deep within her. He gasped as her pussy opened wider allowing his cock deeper into her as he started to cum, his potent seed filling her pussy and setting off her own orgasm.

Esme kissed George again as she felt his seed filling her; slowly she unwound her serpentine body from around his legs. She wrapped her arms around him as she lifted her pussy off his cock and lay by his side, shutting her eyes in ecstasy. George ran a hand through her hair, looking at her face.

“Tomorrow we will bring about peace,” George kissed her lips softly, “but tonight we cement the union of our nations.”

George rolled her onto her back, swiftly thrusting his still hard cock deep into her tight pussy. Esme giggled as felt the renewed energy that George had, driving his cock rapidly into her. She ran her hands along his arms as her tail caressed his ass. He shivered, truly feeling her scales against his skin finally, the sensation giving him goosebumps. He thrust rapidly, each thrust causing his balls to slap against her, both of them letting go of their restraint and self-control, becoming animalistic in their union. Each one guided by their lust and the desire to breed, their eyes locked together.

She ran her tail tip along his ass crack, enjoying a human body for once; she blushed, finding that she never wanted to go back to a Sslyth male. Slowly she pushed her tail into his ass, feeling his thrusts get rougher and more urgent. Feeling encouraged by this she started to fuck George’s ass with the same pace as he was fucking her, their moans and gasps mixing into a harmonious song. They both shut their eyes at the same time as they came together, holding each other tightly.

They fell asleep still in their union and still in each other's arms.