Felicia x Phantom

Lying alone in your room at the Halidom, you stare up at the ceiling thinking things over. You are Anon, a caretaker sworn to serve Prince Euden. Often you are also responsible for the care of the dragons roosting at the Halidom while the Prince and the other heroes are away. During the summer you had a sexual encounter with one of the Greatwyrms, Mercury, and realized your true passion: fucking dragons.

You barely notice a tiny tapping at your door. Wondering who it could be you get up from your bed and open it up to find Notte flying outside your door. The little fairy flutters in and lands on your bedside table. She smooths out her skirt and shoots you a look as if you were sneaking a peek. “Hey, close the door. I need your help with something.”

Closing the door behind you, you step back over to your bed and sit down. “What is it, Notte?” You ask with a groan, knowing you still owe her a favor. What kind of trouble is she going to get you into?

Notte leans forward to wink at you. “Don’t panic dude, you’ll like it. I’ve got a plan to get a crystal ball.”

You stare at her in disbelief. “A crystal ball? What are you going to do with a crystal ball?”

“one’s easy, what else would you do with a crystal ball but spy on people?” Notte plays with a strand of her hair twirling it around her finger. “So, can I count on your help?”

“Well I do owe you a favor. I’m a man of my word.” You hold out your arm and Notte flits from the tabletop to land in the crook of your elbow. Her legs slide easily into the wrinkles of your sleeve. Stepping out of your room and into the aged marble hallways of the Halidom keep you look both ways to make sure nobody will overhear. “I can only guess who we’re stealing a crystal ball from. Why do you need me for this?”

“It’s too big and heavy.” Puffing out her cheeks in a heavy pout Notte tugs on your sleeve and points. You already know where you’re going but humor her anyways. “Verica is on kitchen duty today. If we’re smart she won’t ever even know it was gone.”


It always struck you as odd that nobody in the Halidom locks their doors. You crack open the door to Verica’s room and peek inside. The curtains are shut tight and dim light comes from a spherical object under a red cloth on her foot table. “She’s a fortune teller. What if she already predicted we would try to steal it?” You ask, looking down at Notte peeking in herself.


“Future smoocher. Get the ball and let’s get out of here, big boy.” She kicks her legs against your shoulder like she’s spurring a horse. You roll your eyes and tiptoe into the room. The curtains around Verica’s bed are up and she isn’t in it. So far so good. All you must do is reach out and take off the cloth.

Dim blueish light swims into the room swirling in mesmerizing patterns from inside the cloudy surface of the ball. No sense in stopping now, so you put your hands on the ball and pick it up from its pedestal. Notte was right, the ball is solid glass and as heavy as a bowling ball. You stuff the ill-gotten item into your pack and shuffle out of the room. “Where do we take it now?”

“Take it to your room! I want some privacy when we get a look at it.” Plus then you would get the blame if you two got caught. Still you have to admit to being curious what the ball can see.


Back in your room you close and lock the door behind you. Not wanting it to roll onto the floor and break you set down the ball in the middle of your bed where it sits still in a dip of the mattress. Notte flutters from your arm to get a closer look and taps it with her fingers. “So how do you get this to work?”

“You’re asking me?” You respond kneeling down next to the bed. “Don’t witches have to chant a magic spell to see into a crystal ball?”

“Bubble of oil and pinch of soil, let me watch a pot boil,” Notte recites wiggling her fingers at the ball. The clouds inside continue to swirl in their mysterious patterns without any changes. You rest your head on your hands and blow out through your mouth, causing her skirt to flutter up while she’s leaning over the ball. Notte smooths down her clothes and shoots you a glare. “Hey!”

“Your spell was really bad. Everybody knows a watched pot won’t boil.”

Crossing her arms, Notte spins away from the ball on her heels and walks away to flop onto your pillows. “I’d like to see you do better, mister know-it-all.”

You get up onto the bed and sit cross-legged, then take up the ball and cradle it in your lap. The surface of the glass is slightly cool to the touch. Wracking your imagination for an idea, you hum to yourself. “Wings of a dove, heavens above, show me now, a dragon in love!” You command while rubbing the sphere with one of your hands. No reaction. Well, you tried.

“Whose spell sucks now hothead? Don’t fortune tellers sometimes need to read palm lines or have a lock of hair or something?”

“Oh yeah. Maybe we need something to make the spell more specific.” You get up and rummage around your room. In one of your drawers you have a collection of shed scales dragons have given you as repayment for gifts. You sift around and pluck out a black and purple scale from the pile. Returning to your seat on the bed, you hold the scale to the crystal ball. Notte sits up on your pillow in anticipation while you come up with a new phrase in your head. “Crystal ball I’m sorry for being haughty, please show me Phantom doing something naughty!”

Notte giggling at your ridiculous rhymes is cut short when the clouds inside the ball start to darken, a purple glow flowing out of the scale in your hands and into the ball. “I think it’s working!” You announce excitedly. Notte crawls over across the bed to get a closer look.

The clouds in the sphere clear away and a misty image starts to form.


It was a dark and stormy night. Holed up alone in the cave on his roost, Phantom traces a claw in the dirt, sketching out the shameful thoughts in his head. An image of a sylvan girl, dress gently frozen mid-fall as it comes loose from her shoulders. She clings to a large, thick shaft, covered in ridges and bumps. The crude image carved into the dirt does poor justice to the imagery floating in his mind. The lines tremble and shudder. He is no longer looking, eyes closed, a vivid picture in his mind. It hovers weakly in the air, displayed above his head. Felicia sliding out of her clothes to clamber atop his girth and perform a wholly more lewd dance than her typical performances.

Beneath him, Phantom grinds against his pillow. A gift from her, covered in her scent. His length presses against the soft silken fabric. The dark flames of his wings dance in the solitude of his cave, barely illuminating his figure in silhouette. With his eyes closed, he doesn’t notice her enter. In the shadows, she cannot make out what he is doing.

“Phantom?” The gentle voice, her sweet melody, snaps him from his rut in an instance. The thought bubble bursts.

“Felicia!” The feral growl of lust makes his gravelly voice even deeper. Phantom swiftly drops his lower half down, slipping from the pillow and pressing his member uncomfortably between his hard scales and the earthen floor. He folds his claws beneath him to better hide his shameful display, all the while forgetting his crude scrawling on the floor.

“I came to visit. I can’t sleep with the sounds of thunder outside.” As though to punctuate her statement, a flash of light from the cave entrance is followed by a fierce boom. Felicia calls out reflexively in surprise and stumbles forward. Phantom reaches out to catch her with the flat of his palm, careful with his sharp claws around her delicate mortal body. He pulls her close, protectively.

“It is alright, Felicia. Nothing will hurt you while I remain.”

A soft hand caresses the inner grooves of his digits. “Thank you, Phantom. I always feel safer with you around.” He pulls out the gift pillow from under him and sets her upon it, leaned up against his front. She settles in there comfortably. “My, what is that heavy smell?” She asks. Beneath his dark scales, the dragon flushes with heat. The scent of his arousal still hangs heavily on the pillow. How careless.

“I am sorry, Felicia. I have not washed your pillow recently. I am disgusting…” His self-deprecating rant is cut short by Felicia reaching up to stroke his fierce jawline.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. I don’t mind your smell.”

Phantom throbs painfully against his stomach, from inside and out. The beat of his heart quickens. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.

“It’s so dark in here. I can barely see your face.” Felicia’s hand raises up and a gently glowing orb of light mana appears. It illuminates Phantom’s sharp figures, and the sudden look of horror in his eyes. Felicia follows his gaze to a series of claw-marks scrawled onto the floor.

“Felicia, do not look, it is too-” Too late. She’s gotten up to take a closer look at the image. This is it. The moment she sees what disgusting thoughts plague his mind. Phantom begins to tear up, knowing she will never want to see him again.

“Phantom. Is that how you really feel?” She doesn’t look at him. She can’t stand to look at his hideousness.

“I… I’m sorry. Felicia, I swear to you I will never act on such depraved thoughts. Please do not hate me.”

“I never knew you felt this way. If I had, Phantom… I could never hate you.” Turning to look him in the eyes, Felicia holds her hands over her heart. Unable to bear making eye contact, Phantom looks away. Reaching out with the crook of her staff, Felicia guides his eyes back to her own. Her other hand gently tugs at the strings of her sleeves. She lets each slide from her arms in turn. “Phantom, would me to dance for you? Just for you?”

The force of his heart threatens to burst from his chest. He is forced to raise up his rear just a little, no longer able to withstand the painful pressure. Unable to speak, the only response he can muster is a hazy, lusty growl. The answer in body language is enough. Felicia lays her staff down on the ground. She turns and begins to undo the back of her dress, one string at a time, the light mana breaking up into smaller spots of light and dancing around her enchanting form. Little by little the flawlessly smooth skin of her back is revealed, so perfect compared to Phantom’s jagged and brutal hide.

He must have fallen asleep and entered a pleasant dream, he concludes to himself. What a shameful dream it is, but he cannot resist but to enjoy it.

The dress slides off, her upper body naked in the magelight. It hangs around her waist and she turns slowly in a smooth pirouette, but is interrupted by a crack of bright light and a thunderous boom. Screaming, Felicia leaps to Phantom, pressing her body against his for safety. He can feel the sweet warmth of her unrestrained bosom.

“I’m sorry. I ruined the moment.” She begins to apologize. But his only answer is to lift himself up, sitting back on his haunches. Phantom proudly displays his second head, bobbing in the air, a deep royal purple covered in ridges and bumps.

Finding his voice at last, Phantom growls. “I have seen you dance alone many times, Felicia. Yearned to be closer to you. I think it is time you danced with a partner.”

She takes tentative steps towards his stiff erection, as tall as she is. Sliding out of the bottom of her dress, she glides like a spirit up to him and wraps her arms around him, gripping beneath one of his ridges. Only her underclothes, thin white silk, obstruct her lower regions. When she leans in and takes one of his bumps in her mouth, suckling it, Phantom purrs deep in his throat. Brazenly, he reaches down with a claw and snips off the last piece of her garments, the broken lingerie falling to the cave floor.


“I’m getting déjà vu back to when you made me dance on your dick, dude.” Lying on her stomach next to you, Notte is watching the scene unfold with a bit of drool on the edges of her mouth.

“I don’t remember making you do anything.” You’ve got a tent pitched in your trousers already as you watch Felicia rub up and down, grinding her pussy against one of Phantom’s ridges. Notte kicks you in the shin from her lying down position, but for you it’s just a little nudge.

“Don’t go expecting an encore. This is just two friends watching some porn together.”

“Fine by me.” You chuckle to yourself. “I’m committing to Mercury fully from now on anyways. Now that we have a plan to have… kids. But I’ve got no problems watching other people get it on.”

“Kids? What?” Notte rolls over to look up at you in surprise. “First time I’m hearing about it, Anon! How the heck does that even work?”

“Let’s spare some finer details and say that I made a deal with the devil. Oh shit, look, it’s getting close.” You redirect her attention back to the show.


Felicia is lying on her back now, on the pillow, with Phantom gently running his cock back and forth along her length. Her legs are wrapped around it, and her hands pluck and squeeze at the bulging bumps, shooting shivers of pleasure through him. “Felicia I…”

“Finish down there, Phantom.”

“It won’t fit!”

“Just- just finish up against it!”

Pulling back, Phantom presses is tip against the cleft between her legs, her feet continuing to work his cock. Letting to the last ounce of resistance, Phantom looses a surge of pearly white fluid swimming with strands of darkness. The gush of liquid splashes up inside of Felicia, but also covers her entire body and the pillow under her. The magelights are caught in the torrent and go out. Phantom looks down quickly in a panic, worried he’s drowned her.

Felicia wipes the glob of dragon spunk off of her face and licks her lips, looking up at Phantom. Her other hand, beneath the film, forces more of it inside of her with her fingers. She leans back on the drenched and stained silk pillow and sighs. “I need a bath.”

They both laugh.


You both laugh. “I need a bath, she says. Understatement of the year.” Notte wipes a tear from her eye. Her skirt is flipped up where she’s been playing with herself, and one of your hands was in your shorts up until the two of you lost it.

“Hey, do you think this is the future or the past?” You ask as the image in the ball fades away.

“Want to go spy on them tonight?” Notte asks naughtily, putting a finger to her lips.

“You’re on.”