The Dragonborn

by TreborNawoc   

After an unexpected attack by local bullies on his eightteenth birthday, Xander finds himself in a dreamworld where he is offered a chance to be reborn.

It was meant to be a great day, and it had started out that way. He had celebrated his 18th birthday, got a (second-hand) car that his family had all clubbed together to buy him, tasted his first pint of beer in the pub with his dad, and found out that he had been accepted to Avonkirk University to study Law. Not bad for one day.

Then came the walk home from the pub...

He had decided that he would just have the one pint, as he didn’t want to get drunk, plus he wanted to try a new game that he got—The Dragonborn 4. So, he made his goodbyes to his dad and his dad’s buddies and started the walk home. It wasn’t far, only about 10 minutes or so using the shortcut through King Charles park. That was his first mistake.

As he walked through the park, he was suddenly surrounded by a group of guys—guys he recognised from school. They had bullied him, tormented him, beat him up during his first few years at High School. That was until the multis started attending when they closed the old Government School. He had become good friends with a few of them, and they started to stand up for him. But at this moment, he was on his own...

“Not got one of your freaks with you, Xander?” the leader taunted him.

“Nobody here to fight your battles for you?” another said, as the group started to surround him.

Without a word, the group jumped on Xander, punching him, kicking him until blood started to run from his nose, and tears ran down from his eyes. He was scared, he was in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. The boys kept hitting him, again and again and again. Suddenly one of them cried out-

“Somebody’s coming!”

The group ran deeper into the park, leaving Xander in the foetal position, crying silently. But the person didn’t see him and continued on their way through the park.

Sensing his chance to get away, before the group should return, Xander quickly, and painfully, ran back home. As soon as he was through the door, he ran upstairs to his bedroom, fell onto his bed and cried in agony.

He was 18 now. Meant to be a man. Meant to be able to look after myself. Yet here I am, crying like a baby...

The thoughts kept running through his head, as he cried himself to sleep...

He awoke to find himself standing in a beautiful green valley, the sun glinting off the clear water of a lake. He quickly looked over himself. He was dressed in plain garments that looked familiar, but he couldn’t think where he had seen them before. He had no marks, no bruises, no sign of the struggle from before.

He couldn’t see another soul in the valley, didn’t know where to go, but something was drawing him towards the edge of the lake. As he started walking, he realised that he didn’t have any shoes on, but the feeling of the lush grass under his bare feet was so pleasant that he didn’t mind. He continued towards his destination, when he started to recognise where he was...

“Wait a minute,” he said to himself, “this is the Valley of the Sacred Lake. So, I must be dreaming...”

The Valley of the Sacred Lake was a location in the Dragonborn series of games, Xander’s favourites. It was where all the adventures started.

He started to run, feeling like he could go on forever. He ran as though he had been barefoot all his life, the ground causing no discomfort to his feet. It only took a few minutes to reach the lakeside.

“So, what do I do now?” Xander asked out loud. “Normally there’s a little guy here who sends you on your first quest, but I can’t see anyone anywhere.”

Suddenly, a great shadow was cast over Xander and the lake. Xander knew what this meant and started to panic as the great red dragon came into sight. He made to flee but found that he was frozen. Shit, this must be like a cutscene or something—but wait, isn’t this MY dream? Shouldn’t I be in control? His thoughts were interrupted by the great dragon landing on the lake in front of him.

“Xander Newton!” the dragon bellowed. “The time has come...”

“What do you mean ‘the time has come’?” Xander asked. “And how do you know my name?”

“Silence!” the dragon commanded. “First, you must be cleansed in fire, then reborn. Only then shall I give you your quest.”

“But—” Xander was cut off by the dragon bellowing flame—straight towards him...

The fire hit Xander with an indescribable heat. A wave of pain screamed through his body, dwarfing the pain from his beating into insignificance. He tried to let out a scream, only to feel the flame dance into his open mouth, burning his throat and passing into his body. His clothes burned and stuck to his skin, but the feeling of this was dimmed only by the torture of feeling his skin start to melt. His entire nervous system was in overdrive sending message after agonising message to his brain until it was too much to handle. As he raised his hand, and saw his flesh drip from his fingers, exposing his bones, he blacked out...

He awoke to find himself once again standing in the beautiful green valley, the sun continuing to shine of the lake he stood beside. Something felt different. His eye line felt higher than it had been before, and he felt his arms brushing against something. But he could not move to see what was wrong...

“Xander Newton!” a now familiar voice called out from behind him. “You have been cleansed in fire and have been reborn in your true form. Be sure of your new-found strength then come to me and I will give you your quest...”

A great wind hit him from behind as he felt the dragon take to the sky. It flew overhead and settled on the other side of the lake. As it landed, Xander felt something release his body from its frozen state.

Xander started to look down, when something caught his eye in the lake. It was his reflection—but it was something else too. The ‘thing’ reflected back at him had his face, albeit a little more tanned than his usual ‘Scottish blue’ skin. But it was from the neck down that really took his breath away...

Xander had always been a skinny guy. Sure, he was six foot one inch tall, but only ever weighed 150 pounds after a good feed. But the guy in the lake looking back at him clearly had double or maybe triple that weight. Even through the garments he wore he could sense the rippling muscles, feeling a strength that he had never had before in his life.

He also realised what was brushing against his arms—it was his arms. Another pair of them. Stacked on top, or stacked below, each with their own set of pecs that bulged out bigger than his sister’s breasts.

He clumsily lifted his top, trying to do it with both right hands, each getting in the other’s way. He had always dreamed of having abs. He had once come close to having a two-pack, but it always looked like he was starved rather than muscular. What he saw in his reflection was an almost perfect 10 pack, tanned like the rest of him.

As he studied himself, he felt something else stirring, something between his legs. Just as he was about to pull the waistband of his trousers, he heard the dragon roar in the distance. Remembering the instructions, he started to bound over for his ‘quest’.

As he ran faster than he had ever ran before, he realised that the muscle continued down into his legs. He decided to try something. As he ran he focussed on his legs and pushed himself off the ground in a great leap. As he leapt higher than his house—that’s because houses can’t jump, he thought, wryly—he remembered that he didn’t really know how to land. Thankfully, his body seemed to know and as his feet connected with the ground he continued sprinting as though leaping 30 feet into the air was something he did all the time.

He reached the great red dragon, who stood up as soon as he approached.

“You are sure of your new-found strength then?” the dragon asked.

“I am,” Xander replied. “What is my quest?”

“Your quest is simple,” the dragon replied with a hint of darkness. “Vengeance!...”

“... Vengeance!...”

As the word echoed around in Xander’s head, the Valley of the Sacred Lake dissolved, becoming darker and darker, morphing into another locale. This one was familiar though, and Xander suddenly realised what the purpose of his quest was...

He walked through the park, the trees casting shadows in the summer twilight, feeling the grass on his feet once again. He heard their voices and walked straight towards them.

“Ho, freak! This is our patch,” one of the fools called out. “Fuck off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Aye, mutant! Your no’ welcome here,” another one shouted as he stood up.

Xander stood still, not moving a muscle, watching as the 5 guys all stood up and walked towards him.

“Looks like he’s no’ listenin’ boys,” the leader said. “Looks like we’ve got to teach somebody else a lesson tonight.”

The group jumped on Xander as before, except this time he towered above them. They threw punches and kicks, but he felt them as a racehorse might feel a strong clap from its rider. Realising that they weren’t getting anywhere, one of the guys decided to go to the next level.

Pulling his flick-knife out of his pocket, he opened the blade and locked it in position. Xander spotted the danger and felt his body go into automatic pilot. Taking a deep breath he breathed fire towards the guy’s hand, melting cloth, flesh and bone and searing the stump all at the same time. As his attacker screamed in agony, he grasped him with one of his hands, fending off the others with his remaining three hands.

Lifting him up towards his head, Xander smiled at his assailant, delighting in seeing the sudden realisation come across his face as he realised who Xander was. Another urge comes over Xander, something primeval and instinctive. He opened his mouth and let out his tongue, its length surprising both Xander and his attacker. Wrapping his tongue around the guy’s head, Xander pulled his entire body toward his mouth. Opening wider than humanly possible, Xander drew his target into his waiting maw, enjoying the feel as his prey squirmed and tried to break free of the vice-like grip of his throat. A few swallows later and his prey was on their way into his stomach.

Xander was brought back into the fight, by a sharp feeling in his side. One of the other guys pulled out his knife and stabbed Xander. Deciding to end this quickly, Xander grabbed the remaining four guys, one in each hand. He swallowed the guy who stabbed him, sending him quickly into his stomach to join his friend. Using his free hand, he ripped off his top so that he could better see the stab wound. To his great surprise, he found that there wasn’t so much as a cut to his skin, the blade having bent on contact. Smiling, he turned to the three guys in his strong arms. They cried out in terror...

“Please don’t eat us” “We’ll do anything, please don’t burn me” “I don’t want to die, please, please, please”

Feeling the power he had of life or death over his tormentors, Xander started to stir between his legs again. This time, there were no distractions as he ripped his trousers off, exposing his two hardening cocks...

“Huh, would you look at that,” Xander said, menacingly, “only room for two.”

Without another word he swallowed one of the remaining three guys, leaving just two for his pleasure.

As his cocks continued to harden, he roughly ripped off each guy’s trousers with his free hands, before ramming his cocks into their asses. Using the guys as human fleshlights for his growing cocks, he ignored their screams of pain as he thrust deeper and deeper into them. Their pleas fell on deaf ears, their insides ruptured as Xander thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster until he burst his load inside them, forcing their stomachs to bulge with cum.

Licking his lips, he swallowed one of them, leaving the leader on his own. “Mmmm,” Xander hummed, “I do love cream-filled doughnuts...”

Despite the pain, the leader still tried to remain defiant. “Who the fuck are you?” he cried out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Xander teased. “Oh well, down the hatch you go...”

He lifted the leader up until he was eye to eye.

“Xander?” the leader said, recognising his victim of many years before entering the darkness of Xander’s maw and throat.

Xander rubbed his belly with all four arms, feeling the five guys squirming. Who knew eating someone would be so pleasurable? he thought to himself. He sat down with his back against a tree and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of his prey fighting for space inside his swollen stomach.

He awoke to find himself in his room, lying in his bed. His pillow and duvet were stained with his blood and tears from the night before. And yet he felt somehow refreshed, the pain having obviously subsided during the night.

“What a dream that was...” he said to himself. “Wait, something doesn’t feel right...”

He yawned and stretched, his arms lifting above his head, as his arms also stretched out from his sides. He stopped, suddenly. Looking at all four hands, he realised that they were all his. At the same time, he felt his feet flat on the floor off the edge of his bed.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he whispered to himself, his eyes wide with wonder.

Sudden realisation hit him, and he threw his duvet off his body. Looking down he saw his stomach bulging, pushing his abs outwards. With a little effort, he flexed his stomach muscles and pulled the bulge in, feeling whatever was in there compress. Like a flash of lightning, he remembered his dream and what was contained in his stomach...

He dashed to the bathroom, hitting his head on the doorframe as he entered and started to vomit into the toilet. Not much came up, but some clothing and a few half-digested shoes.

“Ew...” he moaned. A smirk came upon his face as he remembered the struggling guys sliding down his throat. “Although they were tasty going the other way...”

He heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Xander?” his mum asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, mum,” he replied. “I’m feeling better than ever!”

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