extreme beastiality

Well, this is the first time I've posted this here. And I didn't really double check for grammar and stuff like that. Still, I hope you guys will enjoy this little tale of mine. The story isn't finished though, so yeah.
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Chapter 1

In a temperate morning, I slowly walked around the uneven land. Trees of various species surrounded me, almost as if they were trying to protect me from the elements. Although I knew that there was no need for such protection for the weather was calm and the sun was shining brightly above. Fog patches were thick and they had this icy smell to them, as I slid my tail through the bushes. Feeling the tiny branches and the leaves brushing against the scaly skin on my tail, I shuddered and regained my senses. I was spacing out, wandering through the woods aimlessly.

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I was not a pure dragon. I never was.

My father was a pure dragon. My mother was a human. Although dragon clans usually secluded themselves from the society of human race, often there were humans invading our territories without knowing it. The elders had always told the clans that we needed to mark a more visible boundary between the human world and the dragon world. After all, it was against the rules of our Dragon Spirit to let humans and their ways influencing our sacred draconic culture. I never really understood the point of all these segregations though. Were we supposed to view ourselves as the superior race? Were humans ignorant and basically inane at everything happening around them? Granted, us dragons never fought with each other. And even if we did, we did it for the sole purpose of friendly competitions. Competitions ranged from mating season to annual mock-battles to prove which clan was better. My father always told me that humans were bloodthirsty. Useless pink creatures with their weapons and their senseless murdering just to gain something that they didn't have. Not for us though. We lived with nature.

As a young dragon, I had this light shade of green with a mix of icy blue. The green was visible on my back, which extended itself across my upper arms and legs down to the tip of my tail. The blue started from my belly, or the underside of my sleek body. It wasn't one of those navy colours where it was as dense as the mud in the pond near where I lived. It was more of a patched-on dye that was close to white. Hence I usually called it "icy blue" whenever my buddies asked about my unique colours.

To us dragons, our appearances signified everything. Ones with well-toned muscles were considered as hunters. They'd fly all over the mountains regardless of how far the preys had run. Since their body colours were dull and lack any form of glimmer, they were the perfect dragons to catch food for their clans without the games spotting them easily. Then there were ones with bright orange colours, sometimes close to red. These crimson dragons were the protectors. When humans ventured too close to our lands, these impatient adults roared and swiped their claws in the air. No, they were not aggressive toward humans. Not at all. They just wanted these puny creatures to leave immediately. And what happened if the humans refused to leave? Well, this was where our claws and wings came into use. We'd grab these intruders by their leathery clothes and flew all the way up into the limitless sky. Sky that was so huge that its horizon filled our eyesight. We'd then drop them back at a random human village and leave instantly. See. Not aggressive. Besides, these human didn't dare attacking us, for they knew our strengths, our powers, our sheer sizes and numbers. Then there were the common dragons that just lived out their lives digging caves and whatnot for other dragons to dwell in. They were usually grey. And sometimes small. Golden dragons were the elders. Legends had it that Dragon Spirit Himself created the elders. They were given this beautiful, wonderful, perfect colour as a symbol of wisdom and courage. The elders were by far the largest dragons in our lands. Their wings could fill the entire sky (from where I was sitting anyway). Their tails were like the comets in the heaven that occasionally showed up at night (from where I looked anyway).

I usually thought they were stingy old lizards. I couldn't remember how many times they had punished me because I usually hung out by myself, secluded from everyone else in my clan.

I was the only dragon born in tints of light green and icy blue. When I was born, my father exclaimed: "Why… this dragon is not a male nor a female. What is it?" Other dragons recoiled in surprise. Only my human mother cuddled me in her arms. You see, us dragons were born as tiny chibi dragons. So small, in fact, that other humans would think we were common lizards that just slithered around in the forests. But I tell you, give us a year or two and we'd grow up to be so huge that we could squash you with one foot.

I was the odd one. Never in the dragon history had there been a procreation between a dragon and a human. I mean, what madness would prompt such hideous action? Leave it to my father. He fell in love with my mother so much that he'd rather disobey the rage of the elders and mate with her. How they had met each other, I did not know exactly. I heard different versions of the story. Although I'd usually think that my mother ventured into our lands for whatever reasons were out there at that time. My father was going to send her back (he was the protector, with scale colour of blinding red he had quite a temper, really) but somehow he fell in love with her at the first sight.

Wasn't that cute? My ill-tempered father. Loving a female human. At least that was what I was trying to think. It was a better form of the gossips that had been circulating around ever since that day.

Was I happy? Not really. Only a handful of dragons would want to hang out with me. The rest viewed me as an abomination. First, they viewed me as a bastard dragon. Second, they discriminated against me because my body colours were vastly different. Third, my personality was beyond the comprehension of a normal dragon. What could I say, really? I mean, it was not as if I wanted to act all weird or anything. I just wanted to be myself. Was that so hard to ask? And even the friends that hung out with me would talk behind my back. I knew. They thought I didn't know, or wouldn't know, what they had said whenever I was not around or out of earshot. But due to my nature, I always tried to act as if I didn't hear anything and I'd smile and wag my tail playfully while approaching them. However, I knew I was just trying to comfort myself from the loneliness.

The valley that our clan lived in was a steep, isolated place. Thousands of feet of cliff walls in black rose like magical barriers from both sides. Normally, the massive, natural walls would block the sun, as tedious shadows draped themselves across our lands. But when the sun was high in the peak of noon, all of us would lie in the warm, cozy rays of yellow and white, savouring the temperate light bathing against our bodies. During that sacred time, which the wind was a nice addition to the rising temperature, I'd always take a dip in a hidden pond far away from others. I knew they wouldn't like playing in the same area of the water that I was in. I was fortunate, too, for the pond was hidden behind abundant bushes and trees that most dragons would have overlooked.

In that little pond of mine, the crystal clear pond, the pond that acted like a mirror with the light blue ripples, was my own little haven. Whenever I was sad, or scared, or angry, I'd silently fly to this insignificant place. Insignificant, for the other dragons, but valuable for me. I'd sit beside the pond with my feet and claws digging into the wet, soggy mud, and stared at the reflection produced by the stillness of the cool water surface. I was a skinny dragon, not to mention small. The elders always looked at me with an expression of disgrace. My father usually didn't say much, although I could see the disappointment in his eyes. As for my mother? Before she died shortly after she gave birth to me, she'd kiss my forehead and caress my face. She'd tell me how beautiful I was. Even if I was too young to reply with a coherent word, I'd squeak and snuggle against her breasts. My short little tail would wag as if it was going to fall off. And I'd use my weak little wings, which were just thin membranes at the time, to wrap around her hands and arms. She'd giggle softly and hold me tightly against her.

After she died, I'd ask my father: "Why was mother a human?"

He'd answer: "Because she just was."

I'd then pressed on with that high, immature voice of mine: "But why did you choose her?"

He'd then sigh and replied: "Because I was in love with her."

We'd go back and forth on a routine basis with such questions. But I'd always stop when I realized how hurt my father was. The corner of his light red eyes would be filled with tears.

Looking at the pond, I often played the "what if" game to myself. I'd bring my legs close to me and hug myself into a fetus position while asking: "What if I was not the dragon offspring of a human? What if I had both parents alive? What if I had more friends to play with? What if more people could understand me instead of rejecting me?" This kind of games usually made me ending up depressed. I forgot how many times I had cried or how many times I wandered around the forests by myself.

That was how my childhood passed. A waste of time. A waste of my life. A life that shouldn't be given to me at all. I'd be better off not exist in this world in the first place.

Us dragons usually went through frequent mating seasons. At least ten times per year. The main reason, I'd guess, would be simply the fact that the fertility rate for dragons was incredibly low. I had seen dragons mating with each other over a dozen times per year and they still couldn't get an offspring to carry on their bloodline. Nonetheless, many of these dragon couples would have plenty of time, since the lust for procreation would last at least eighty years, in human's perception. Ah, during these periods of constant male versus male competitions in order to win the heart of a female dragon, no humans dared to come within our lands for miles. With hormones high in the air, these people would be ripped to shreds should they dare to interrupt such sacred acts.

When I turned into a young teenager, I, too, tried to search for a partner. A soul mate, if you would want to call that. Alas, because my body size was significantly smaller than the rest of the dragons (and slender of course), I was often ignored by those beautiful females. One time, I tried to catch this female dragon's attention by showing off my agility in the air. She angrily used her long, slender tail to smack me in the neck. It felt as if a huge bolt of lightening had surged through my body. Losing all senses and balances; I fell from the sky and crashed against the hard, solid ground. When I regained consciousness, I was covered in dirt. A few young dragons laughed at me as I licked my wounds and slowly walked off.

But the feeling of wanting to mate was too strong for me. I'd pace in circles for hours at a time at the little pond that I had grown up with. Many times, I'd gaze at the pond and just wondered: "What if I can never get a mate?" The mere thought of lifetime loneliness was too much for me to handle. Within the next few months, the trees nearby were slashed in half by my claws and tail. The feeling. The lust. The heat. These were sensations that I couldn't handle. I'd wake up in the night with sweat covering my scaly body. My sheath would be erect. I would be panting, while rolling around in pain. Not the type of pain which one would go screaming into the night sky because he felt as if millions of arrows were piercing his flesh. It was the type of pain that demanded relief and comfort. The type that was within.

One night at the side of the pond, I was so in heat that I subconsciously touched my sheath. Immediately and surprisingly, a jolt of ecstasy flashed through my body. I trembled as I started to caress it. I had never felt anything like it before. Was this how the couples felt when they were mating? Soon, my eyes were closed tightly. My claws were lightly scratching my private as my fingers were rubbing my sheath up and down. Soon, the tip of my penis appeared. It felt wonderful. It felt as if I was in heaven, in fact. Slowly I opened one eye. I saw the pointy tip of my cock pointing upward into the firmament. A transparent liquid was forming at the top. I sighed and closed my eyes again. I didn't need to see it to know that it felt good just by touching myself. In the end, I grasped my cock tightly with my right hand, taking care not to injure myself with my claws. More liquid appeared and it dripped down the sides of my shaft. I didn't know an erected penis could be so huge and long. Then again, I had never seen another male's penis from the beginning. It felt hot as well. I could feel the veins pulsing with a rhythm, which was connected to my heart. Soon, I was rubbing my cock faster and faster, in a tempo that was impossible to be disrupted. The strange liquid had now covered my cock and my hand. It acted as a lubricant. My heart raced quicker and quicker, as my breath became shallow and short. Sweat was drenching my entire slender dragon body, as my scales reflected the moonlight like mirrors. With a loud growl, I exploded in delight. The thrill of my cock pulsing through my fingers. The excitement of the gooey substance that had splashed onto my neck, chest, and legs. It just kept on coming like ocean waves that were always around no matter what.

When I reopened my eyes with a deep groan, I was smothered in whitish, sticky, thing. It smelled so different, so foreign, that I didn't know how to describe it. When I tried to shift into a more comfortable position on the muddy ground, the gooey stuff ran down the sides of my soft chest. My cock was still erect. It was glossy and shiny from the liquid that had covered it fully. In absolute curiosity, I brought my right hand to my face. Licking my fangs with my long, sleek tongue, I opened my mouth and gave my claws a quick lick. Whatever the stuff that came shooting out of my penis was, it tasted kind of sweet. Among that unique flavour, it was a bit salty too. I gave my palm a lick as well, where there was a good quantity of the whitish stuff that had remained. It gradually rested on the tip of my hot, steamy tongue and tenderly trickled down into the back of my throat. This time, the aroma of the liquid was denser and more intense. To be honest, I liked it. I liked it a lot. With a gulp, I swallowed it.

That night was the first time I slept well. I felt so tired afterward that I instantly went into a deep slumber. I didn't bother cleaning myself up, for I figured I could just wash off everything the next morning. That night was also the first time I realized how I could relieve myself of the hormone driven lust for mating. By touching myself and shooting off (that was what I called it at the time), I could feel good and relaxed without any delay.

It continued on for the next three months. I'd sleep by the pond, hidden from the eyes of everyone else, touch myself, shoot off, and then sleep. Little did I know, there was someone spying on me one night, as I exploded in pleasure and licked myself clean of the gooey, sticky stuff.

To be continued….

End Chapter 1

So. Good enough?
Wow, right when you think you're strictly a one species person

I was VERY impressed by your work. To be honest, a lot of stories on here are cookie cutters, with the same basic sex scenes and plot.
You put a lot of work into this story, anyone can tell. There's a background to it and a distinct set of law/rules that only opens the story up to more exciting plots.
And leaving with an ending like that, VERY nice Good luck with the next chapter, I'll be looking forward to it and the rest!

Wow! I'm glad you guys all enjoyed it!

It really makes me happy when readers are happy as they read a story of mine. Because then I'd know that I've given them something great as a gift, basically.

I almost couldn't finish chapter two of Dragon X because I was in so much heat while writing this. I have no idea how many times I have to stop and walk around. Lol…

Anyway, enough delays. Here's chapter 2 as promised.

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Chapter 2

I didn't know how long he stood there. I didn't know how long he had watched me. I heard a rustle and turned around. There he was gazing at me in absolute silence with that pair of light red eyes. His body was much bigger than mine. Darkness of the night had concealed the rest of his physical appearances. But my first guess was that he was one of the protectors for my clan. Why would he stand there spying on me though? I was too stunned to move, as my body was sticky with sweat and that clear liquid from my penis. He noticed that I knew his presence. With agility of a fox, he immediately turned around and sprinted off, leaving the brushes shaking behind his abrupt movements.

I was baffled. I didn't know what to say or how to react to that. Would he be telling the elders about what I did all the time when I was alone? Would he be telling other dragons so that they could mock me together, which was plainly worse than being viewed as an odd (I got used to such look anyway) dragon? An infinite possibility with an infinite result. I didn't know if I should just fly away from this place before my life was destroyed by ruthless criticisms. I didn't know if I should just end my life right there (it was a tempting thought too).

Slowly getting up from the damp grassy ground, I wagged my tail a bit to shake off the mud and dust that had stuck onto my scales. Giving my shoulders one last lick, I timidly walked toward the spot where the stranger was at not too long ago. Judging from the footprints on the floor, which was littered with dead branches and smashed up leaves of red and yellow (I had better eyesight than any of the dragons), it was indeed, a protector dragon. How did anyone find out about this place? For nearly six years since I first ventured into this little haven of mine, not one single dragon could find this area whenever I wanted to kill some of my free time here by myself. Better yet, the question should be: "Why would anyone even want to spy on me?" I was a loner. I was no one.

The area was warm. Red dragons' body heat was significantly higher than the rest of the common dragon [SPAM]. In a comparison, other could describe me as "icy cold" or "morning dew-type of cold". My father usually told me that it was because of human body's negative influences. The human elements, to be exact. Although I could not see any part of myself resembling to a human physique, maybe in certain, insignificant parts. Perhaps personality then? Or it could be that internally, I resembled closely to a human. Still, the ironic thing was that us dragons did look like the weak little humans, in some way. Unlike lizards (I hated these blasted creatures), us dragons stood upright as human did. And in many ways, we could move the same way as the humans could.

When I was little, I asked why we looked like humans in appearances, aside from minor details such as having scaly bodies, tails, wings, and faces that looked like… well… that looked like dragons. The elders would scoff at me and yelled: "Because the Dragon Spirit has made us look like so! We consider ourselves to be a superior form of dragons compared to our ancestors."

"Humanoid?" I'd ask stupidly.

The elder would roar and start to chase me away with balls of flames shooting out from their mouths. They were always furious at me whenever I asked these questions time and time again. I didn't know, really! Curiosity almost killed me. Anyway, I knew deep inside that we were humanoid dragons (I liked to call ourselves that). Our ancestors had more features associated with the giant lizards that still roamed the earth today. Good thing we were different than them. I couldn't bear the thought of having to travel the lands on all fours and eating nothing but mice or something.

I sighed. It felt like a small furnace just standing at the exact place as that red dragon had a few minutes ago. I sank down onto my knees. My foot claws dug into the soil softly, lightly pushing up blades of tender grass. My tail gently brushed against the tree trucks behind me. In the darkness, I savored the warmth. In the darkness, I closed my eyes as I slowly lowered myself onto the warm, comfortable ground. My dream was filled with life. It was about myself laughing among a group of friends, friends that would understand me and would not judge me based on how I looked or how I acted. Friends that would know me deep inside, the real me.

It was noon when I woke up. I had never slept so nicely before (other than shooting off and falling into a deep slumber due to extreme tiredness). Looking around, I was alone. Birds were chirping and playing hide-and-seek with each other on top of the ancient trees. A few other wild animals ran by not too far away. I was going to stretch for a bit and then catch myself some lunch until I realized how tired I was. Crawling on all fours to the edge of the pond, I gazed at my reflection. The image was distorted somewhat, but still clear enough for me to notice how filthy I had become. Several pine leaves were stuck onto my body and there were spots of mud crusts that had clung to my arms and chest. The once-glistening scales of mine had lost their glossiness. It was my fault mostly. I had rolled around on the damp, soggy ground all night long. My large crystal-blue eyes were dull-looking today. Giving out a loud yawn, I licked my fangs and got up.

It was hotter than yesterday; as such sunny days should be in the summer. I loved summer the most because I could hang out by myself without feeling the biting coldness of the weather. In winter, I had to head back to the caves in order to seek some warmth and shelter from the elements. That was to say, not too many dragons would enjoy having me around and sharing their body heat. Even in the caves, I'd choose a corner and huddle myself to sleep. I'd stay as far away from the other dragons as possible. As long as the rain, the snow, and the chilly wind did not slash at my body without mercy all night long, it was good enough for me. Since my father was a protector, he had to guard the border all the time in the terrifying coldness. He always told me, though, that because red dragons had a much higher body temperature than the other dragons, it was within tolerable level when the snow covered his back and shoulders. They'd usually melt quickly and evaporate into the bristle air. As now you could guess - my father hardly returned home.

Squinting as the sunlight bathed my face, I turned toward the pond and with a yell I jumped into the cool, refreshing water. Splashing around to clean myself from the grime, I giggled and swam in circles. The pond was huge, by the way. When I was a small dragon (still was small right now but five times bigger than an adult human being), I almost got drowned when I drifted to the middle of the pond. Actually, now that I thought about it, was it a pond or a lake? Either way, it hardly got dirty from all these years of me doing cannonballs into the center of the water mirror. Probably because the soil had absorbed most of the dirty water and the rain had replenished the pond. Large ripples like mini waves were formed when I opened and extended my wings. The soothing liquid glided around the curvatures of my inner muscles. All the sweat, the sticky liquid from my penis, the mud, everything, were washed away in torrents of water currents. My tail was limp, as it slid quietly behind me while I continued to roll around in the pond. I was having lots of fun. More fun than anyone else. Who needed companionship anyway? I could be by myself all day, all night, all year long and still could find ways to enjoy life.

Although… sometimes I'd hope someone would at least talk to me with true friendliness. Not acts and lies coming from those so-called "friends" of mine.

I dove to the bottom of the pond. My arms and legs combed the sandy base below playfully. Feeling the grains of sand rubbing against my flesh and my underbelly, it felt wonderful. My icy blue scales blended into the dark cerulean shade of the pond nicely and my light green scales upon my back were covered with banding ripples of light yellow rays from the sun on the surface. It was as if I had entered heaven. But I couldn't stay underwater forever. I needed to breathe after all. So then I swam upward and burst out into the stuffy air. Beads of water flew upward, similar to the embers of a fire on a log. Like magical balls, they were in many different colors of red, yellow, blue, pink, and more. The fiery orb in the sky had given life and vigor to these magnificent spheres of liquid. They curled and hovered in the middle of nowhere before landing back onto the bank with a splat.

I froze.

The protector dragon was there. His fiery crimson colored body with light orange dye around the chest was like a warning beacon for me. With eyes as intense as the flame itself, he gazed at me without uttering a word. I stood in the cool pond in fear. Water trickled down my back to the tip of my tail. All I could hear during this long moment of silence was this constant dripping noise upon the uneven surface of the water.

He stood there. Still watching me from head to toe. Then he smiled.

"Hey."

I was still too surprised to reply. With my fingers still submerged in the cool pond, my mouth was open and my blue eyes were wide.

"Sorry if I have interrupted your fun. I'd thought I should greet you." His voice was smooth and firm. Unlike mine, still rather high in pitch.

Eyeing the red dragon with suspicious, I softly asked: "Who are you and why are you talking to me all of a sudden?"

Taken aback by my harsh questions, he took several moments to recover. Moving a small step forward (which made me took a large step backward, almost losing my balance and falling back into the water again), he said: "Uh… well…. I just thought it's polite to say hello to you. I have traveled from the west for weeks now because the elders in my village told me to give something to your leaders. And mind you, it was a long and tough journey, one that I didn't, and still don't, like a lot. After I rested for a few days and met up with several other dragons here, I walked around last night without thinking anything. And then…" He cleared his throat and licked his mouth a bit, obviously lost for words.

I almost couldn't get my words out as I finished the sentence for him: "And… and then y-you saw me… doing t-the… you know…. That thing… right? T-the… uh… the um… touching myself and… yeah."

Had his scale color not bright red enough to the extreme already, I could have sworn he blushed intensely as he nodded. Embarrassed, I groaned in shame and slumped onto the muddy bank with my arms around my head. I was too ashamed to look at him now. How could I have been so careless? I should have found an even more secluded spot to touch myself instead of lying there in the middle of the clearing! How stupid of me!

So there I was, sulking with my face still in the wet, slippery grass. My chest was heaving in and out from this unpleasant feeling of humiliation. I was so mortified that I didn't even realize the stranger had gotten to my side and knelt down beside me. When his heated hand touched my shoulder softly, I yelped and jumped out of the water. It was the highest leap I had ever done in my life without the help of my wings. Landing onto my butt with a painful grunt, I struggled to get up.

"Whoa! Relax, man. You are way too jumpy." The red dragon smiled as he looked at me from afar.

Getting my breath back, I said with shock: "What do you think you are doing?"

Flicking his tail with slight shyness, he said: "Well… I just want to comfort you. I mean… you seems so sad and everything." Then he looked left and right to make sure that no one was around, he crawled to my side but stopped shortly when he saw how I was ready to leap up and run for my life. Kindly, he said: "Don't worry. It's not like… you know… touching yourself in order to relieve the heat inside your body is anything wrong. In fact, I did that to myself a few times during my travel to your village. It's masturbation that's all. You have no idea how mating seasons can be such a drag."

I frowned. "Whuah-"

Cutting me off with a claw on my mouth, he continued: "My name is Zerac. I just want to let you know that… well… it was wrong of me to peek at you while you were doing your business alone last night. I figured that since tomorrow is the day that I have to leave for home, I'd better drop by and say sorry." Laughing, he poked me in the chest. I flinched instinctively. "Geeze, you are the shyest and jumpiest dragon I've ever seen. Most of the ones I've met here are so bold and fearless. Some even have nasty manners too. But you…" Looking deep into my eyes, his voice trailed off.

I just stared at him the whole time as he chatted. With me supporting myself upright on the ground with two arms, he was kneeling right in front of me. I seriously had no idea when he had gotten so close to me. I could feel his body warmth enveloping my own. I could feel his breath around my neck. I could feel his heart pounding faster and faster because he was that close to me. I was at a lost as to what was going on now. But when I saw the sincerity in his eyes, I knew that he wasn't just someone who would walk over my corpse if I were to die one day without anyone giving a damn about it.

"Well… uh…" I tried to say something, anything, but I couldn't find the right words to form an articulated sentence.

"Hey…" he whispered as he got to my long, pointy left ear. I became rigid. "I know this sounds really awkward and just out of line… but… well… do you want to experiment something?"

I turned and gazed at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well… I just feel that you have this personality that I really like. It's so similar to this other friend of mine. She was… she was someone special to me."

"What the… you are comparing ME with a female dragoness?" I exclaimed with disbelief.

"Well, no, but… I just don't know how to…" He started to explain but when he saw how annoyed I had become and how he wasn't able to get his ideas out, he suddenly shouted: "Ah, damn it!"

With that, his mouth connected with mine. I couldn't move nor breathe. Before I could push him away, he jumped onto me and pinned me to the ground with his powerful, muscular arms. Thick veins could be seen visibly on his reddish scales that glimmered brightly under the sunshine. His tail twined with mine. I really wanted to escape from this insane encounter, but the heat, the lust, the drive was starting to form within my body again. I could smell the sweat coming from Zerac. I could feel his blood pulsing against my flesh. I could feel his saliva running down my own tongue and into the back of my throat, which I subconsciously swallowed without any hesitations. Something just went off inside of me. I had no idea why. But all I knew was one thing: I. Didn't. Care.

Finally, he parted. Rearing back and blocking out the sun, the shadow upon his body had obscured his surprised facial expression. He started shaking his head in bewilderment.

"No… this is wrong. I… I d-don't… what am I doing!?" Crying out with absolute horror, he was about to get up and run away while constantly repeating: "I'm sorry. I really am. I'm so sorry! I don't know what's going on! I'm sorry! Oh my god!"

But I suddenly grabbed his lower back with both arms. Although he was a lot more powerful than me and could have broken my hold in an instant, he didn't. Instead, he quieted down and just looked at me.

"It's okay, Zerac…" I could hear myself saying that to him. "The hormones within us are torturing us. You've been gone without mating for weeks and right now. It's mating season after all. I understand what's happening." Blushing, I looked away from him and to the side while finishing off my sentence with: "I… I wouldn't mind… you know… doing it…. W-with-"

I didn't get a chance to finish talking before my head was pulled upward and into his face. He gave me a long and passionate kiss. I groaned and grasped his ass with my hands, taking care not to scratch open any wounds with my claws. His arms caressed my back. His chest was against mine. It felt smooth and tender. His tail circled around mine once again and I could feel my penis sliding out of my sheath and stiffening in no time. It was a weird scene. Not the idea that two male dragons were having sex with each other (I didn't see anything wrong with that…), but the idea that a red color was mixing with green and blue. If anyone were to walk past us, they would think there was a monster squirming on the side of the pond with evergreen trees towering above it.

I sucked in a deep breath when Zerac's mouth left mine. A thin trail of saliva was connected between our lower lips. It stretched and twinkled for a while as Zerac leaned back to let me catch my breath, until it finally broke. I reopened my eyes and saw him gazing at my long pointy cock. The thin tip was already covered with the clear liquid that I had seen for the past several months already.

I laughed and said: "I still don't know what to call that. I mean it's sticky and fun to swallow… but…." I was still somewhat embarrassed to this sensational experience.

Zerac was surprised that I wasn't well versed in dragon sexual organs. "It's pre-cum. It's supposed to lubricate the penis so that when you slide into a vagina of a female dragoness, it'll be easier. The whitish stuff you see after giving a few thrust is the sperm. We call that ejaculation, or cumming, as some humans might say. Either way, I'd use both terms."

I nodded. With heavy breaths, I asked: "S-so what now?"

Snickering with an evil expression, he got off me and knelt in between my legs. Without a warning, I felt his thick, wet tongue licking at my cock. I was in ecstasy. Groaning, beads of sweat rolled down the side of my thin, ice blue chest. It was close to afternoon now. My hunger was long gone, replaced by undying lust for sex. My tail was pressed underneath my butt, but the tip was thumping at the soft dirt as Zerac slowly lapping at my ball sac and my penis. Soon, both were covered in a shiny coating of saliva and pre-cum. I thought it felt absolutely thrilling already, until he took the entire length of my cock into his throat and began moving up and down in a constant and non-stoppable pace. He didn't close his mouth completely because he knew just how sharp and piercing dragon fangs were.

"I… I can't…" I panted as I watched my shaft appearing and disappearing from his mouth. I caught a glimpse of his member and realized just how large and long it was. It was twice the size of mine and I thought mine was big enough already! It was also already dripping and wet.

My cock felt like it had entered some sort of… furnace or something. It was pulsing and it felt hot. Not as searing as the red dragon's mouth though (which felt absolutely wonderful by the way), as I felt his inner mouth sliding and brushing against the tip of my penis over and over again. It felt as if my own member had slid into a warmed up pool of mud. Sticky and wet, and very fulfilling. Zerac moaned as he wrapped his long tongue around the base of my cock and that was when I "ejaculated". Thick, steamy "cum" poured out from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the grass below. He swallowed a few times but more were erupting from my balls. Soon, he released my penis because he was chocking and the rest of my ejaculation, or sperm, was spraying against his chest and legs. The remaining cum leisurely glided down the sides of his long, slender neck and covered the crimson scales. Getting his breath back, he lowered his head a bit and gave his chest a few good lapping from his long reddish, wet-looking tongue.

Smiling to me, he asked: "How was that?"

I nearly fainted. Trying to make sense of everything, I stuttered: "It… geeze… it… it was great… oh my god…."

Leaning toward me slightly, he gave a quick lick to my skinny neck. "The best has yet to come, my friend."

I was about to ask what did he mean by that when he grasped both of my legs with his massive hands and pushed them upward. My muscles tensed. My eyes widened as I saw his penis. Jumping up and down due to the rush of blood and the heat that was already swelling inside Zerac, that lengthy monster was aiming at my butt hole. Zerac winked at me as he rested my right leg against his left shoulder and spat some saliva into his left hand (a large quantity of it too). With that, he rubbed it against his cock. The funny thing was that saliva acted as a nice natural lubricant too. I never knew that (well, at least it looked like a natural lubricant).

"Just relax. You'll love this," he said in a very seductive tone, almost whispering.

"W-wait… wait-" I was about to stop him when I felt the head already pressing against my asshole. I moaned as the feeling was twice more intense when Zerac panted and suddenly sprayed an intense stream of pre-cum into my butt. My tail was covered with slippery pre-cum already.

I closed my eyes and just let everything happened naturally. I couldn't handle it anymore. This was nothing, NOTHING, close to what I had been experiencing when I masturbated myself, alone. At first, there was a huge pain appearing near my butt hole. But when Zerac was easing his cock deeper into my colon and pulling out gently, a wave of pleasure overcame my senses. I reached up and touched his muscular chest. Feeling his burning scales and groping almost everywhere on his body, I relaxed even further. To my surprise, by relaxing more, his shaft could penetrate my asshole deeper and easier. I could feel my rectum stretching more and more, while Zerac inched forward bit by bit. Moaning, my penis was hard again. Still covered with cum from previous ejaculation, my member felt like it had overworked itself.

"Almost there…" Zerac strained, as he couldn't take another breath. His penis was in my ass all the way now.

Using one claw, I coated it with some leftover cum from the previous ejaculation. Then I rubbed the round side of my claw gently against Zerac's asshole. His face showed massive amount of pleasure surging through his body as I continued to massage his rectum. I let out a loud groan as I could feel more pre-cum shooting off into the mysterious realm of my colon. His member was powerful and secure. It slid in and out a lot easier now after a few tries. I could hear the slurping sounds coming from the entry point. I could feel the head of his dick constantly rubbing against that really awesome spot inside my ass that sent me over the edge. Zerac looked down and gripped my cock as he pumped it up and down. I was twisting my head left and right, just trying to control all these exciting feelings that were exploding everywhere around us. The soil beneath our bodies had become mud, as our sweat was like a stream, washing our bodies and the ground relentlessly. The pumping action of Zerac's shaft became faster and more violent, as the red dragon opened up his wings while drowning in pure delight. His tail was whipping left and right, as his right hand held onto my left ankle tightly and his left hand still rubbing my cock. Giving my legs more licking, he doubled the thrusting rate.

"Z… Zerac… I… I'm going to-"

With one of my arms behind my head, I cummed once more, only lesser in amount this time but a lot more intense. My rectum retracted and gripped Zerac's dick in pulses, because I cried out with my eyes closed and felt myself trembling violently. The cum arced in the air and landed onto of my face and chest. Zerac saw that and he used two fingers to wipe up some of my sperm and bought it to his tongue, which was dripping with saliva. Clearly, he was beyond restraint because he was roaring and grimacing. My ass felt like it was going to be ripped apart. After all, this was my first time having my anal being invaded by something as large as a tree branch.

With one final shout, he unleashed his load. My ass was filled up immediately and the steamy cum started spurting out from the rim of my butt hole. Zerac collapsed on top of me. Our bodily fluid mixing with each other's scent. Our muscles touching together. He wrapped his large, sweaty arms around my neck as if he was caressing his dragoness, the one that he had compared me with. More of his cum continued to pour forth. I could only retract my sphincter muscles a few more times to lessen the pressure inside my ass. It was getting uncomfortable because there was only so much I could accept. A large pool of sperm could be seen around us. I sighed and gazed into the peachy sky. It was close to evening now. How long had this session, this amazing experience, lasted? A few hours? It felt like minutes though.

"Thank you…" Zerac muttered as he started to fall into a deep sleep beside my head. His eyes were closed. His chest heaving. I could feel his body heat around us. Blistering, yes, but in this situation, it felt warm. I licked his shoulder and bought my hands up against his back that was tense and rigid with dominant muscles. I caressed the flesh, loving every curvature of it. With each rub, a thin trail of my cum was spread across his sticky scales.

"No problem, Zerac. Thank you for sharing this experience with me." I whispered lovingly into his large ears.

Before he went to sleep completely he asked: "What is your name, by the way…?"

I thought for a while and gazed at the sky. A few clouds lingered around. Their cotton edges were tainted with dyes of light yellow and red, with their central bodies painted in pure white. Zerac's cock was now limp inside my butt hole. A massive gush of cum spilled out and I savored the feeling. Each time I contracted my ass, I could feel that long, soft penis inside.

Finally, I replied in a voice that was almost too faint to be heard even by myself: "Just call me… Ararez."

To be continued….

End Chapter 2
Thank you! I'm really happy you like it! And yeah, my grammar really sucks. Lol. As for spelling, I'm not too sure where I typed them wrong. I've used MS Word to check before I posted though.

Anyway, here's chapter 3.
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Chapter 3

Throughout that magical night, Zerac's cock was still tied in with my ass. When a tepid breeze swept across the valley, I could feel our cum on our bodies slowly drying up. A few areas had already started to produce this caking-sensation on my scales. I snuggled against him and felt his presence embracing against mine. During our sleep, he unthinkingly hugged me tighter against his chest, as his dick moved slightly in my butt hole (I was almost aroused again whenever he did that, but I was too tired to do anything). I was a lot smaller in size, so it was easy for me to bury my face against his smooth and comfy chest while having his arms cuddling around me. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the darkness just to see if he was still there with me or not. After all, this whole encounter was too nice to be true. I'd thought I was hallucinating or had gone mad. But there he was every time that I opened my eyes, breathing sturdily and peacefully. I'd smile to myself and went back to my dreams, dreaming of Zerac and I bonding to one another forever.

It was the first time I had actually felt friendship. Kindness beyond words of description was displayed from the protector dragon. I was grateful for getting to know Zerac. He had given me hope and lit up my future. He was a dragon that understood me. Yet it was short lived.

The next morning, I woke up, alone. Beside me where Zerac had laid by the night before was nothing except total emptiness. The ground still felt slightly warm, but I knew he had left for his village already. I looked around in hopelessness. Tears were swelling up from the corners of my bright blue eyes. Turning left and right, I searched for him, hoping that he would still be around. I was hoping that he was only playing a dirty prank on me, pretending that he had left, whereas in reality, he was behind that giant brush not too far away. But alas, reality was usually where cruelty came from. Reality was something that, at the moment, I was unable to accept.

I was about to close my eyes and curl into a ball while weeping silently to myself, until I noticed a large dead deer was left on the side of the pond. Zerac had made sure he had left me a nice breakfast before he departed. Seeing that and knowing the kindness of his heart, tears were like flood water, quietly running down the sides of my face. I sniffed as I tried to blink away the watery substance from my eyes. Images before me were distorted, as the outline of the deer faded in and out.

Though it was only temporarily, this was experience that would forever be part of my soul.

Hunting, an activity that I normally did by myself was not a form of enjoyment anymore. Rather, it was now a way for me to distract my thoughts enough so that I could forget Zerac. As I flew over the forestlands that sparkled with morning dews below, I felt myself soaring higher and higher into a realm where no other creatures could reach. Clouds were my playmates. They beckoned me to them. Their ever-morphing bodies constantly wrapping around me as I twirled and dove in and out of them. I'd open up my mouth and stick out my tongue, feeling the cool mist hitting my taste buds like a wave of gentle showers bathing the flowers on a fresh, chilly spring day. The sky was unlimited for me. Pale white with a gradual shift to peach-orange, it was a scene that I had not seen for a long, long time.

I remembered when I was little, I'd point up into the heaven early in the morning and ask my father: "Why is the sky being covered in orange?"

My father would answer me: "Because it signifies a beautiful day that is to come today."

I hadn't seen a day like that for the next seventeen years. In those seventeen years, climate got worse. Weathers were unpredictable. Storms and odd thunderclouds would form and rage on for days without a break. The elders would pray to the Dragon Spirit, hoping that the divine superior being would have mercy upon us. Of course, it was not surprising for them to start blaming me again. They would go on and on, shouting at me and scolding me for being the cause of all these mayhem. They'd say I was a sin to the dragon race, for my mother was a human and my father was a dragon. Never in their history had there been such a disgusting couple. I'd just sit there in the corner of the cavern shrine, and listen silently at the cruel words directed at me. Words that were like steel swords slicing my heart in several bloody pieces, with my veins squirting out my life from my body constantly rang in my ears.

The valley was like one small entity enshrouded by two massive mountains that acted like protectors. The large river that ran through my homeland was dark blue, with its surface sparkling along the wavy motions of the currents. I gazed up and extended my wings even further. The greenish color of my flying appendages had areas marked with light yellow from the sunlight. I felt as if everything that had happened to me was lifted and sent away into the heaven, where I would not have to worry about them anymore. My tail trailed behind me, whipping back and forth in an elegant way while I cranked my neck left and right, hoping I could spot something unusual for me to explore. But the valley was peaceful. All the elders, protectors, and common dragons were minding their own personal businesses. And there I was, gliding over them silently, eyeing them without any feeling whatsoever.

The hunt wasn't successful. In fact, I couldn't spot any deer or wild boar roaming around the lands below. So then I continued flying west. I didn't know what was going through my head at the time. All I knew was to head west. Flapping my wings occasionally and letting the wind to guide me, I didn't realize how far I had flown. By the time the sun was beginning to settle down for the night, I realized that I had left my village far, far behind. Endless miles of forests were in front of me. The mountains that enclosed my home (if you called that damn place a home) were small and faint to see. Mist had begun to form as the temperature started to cool down. Although I didn't care if I had left my little pond, there was a slight fuzzy feeling in the back of my mind. It was the first time I had ventured this far out from my clan's boundaries. Technically speaking, I was without protection now. I was on my own, flying across the darkening firmament as if I was a lone traveler (well, I was from the start, actually… but at the time I felt like someone should have been with me). I was contemplating the idea of turning around and say goodbye to my father, but something was holding me back. Something was fueling my anger toward my clan.

I was searching for a spot to rest for the night when my shoulder muscles began to have a searing pain. Agony that I had never felt before started twisting my flesh, as if it was going to tear my shoulders away. I screamed and wheeled in the air, fighting for control. Yet, my wings could not expand their length fully any longer. Almost like someone was pulling my bones forcefully, I contorted in the middle of nowhere. Soon, I was in a little ball, continuing to cry out in fear and pain while free falling from the sky.

The trees beneath me acted as a buffer. Their thick branches and dense leaves cushioned my rapid and violent descent fairly well. When I slammed into the ground, hard, a crater was made and dirt was tossed high into the air. Half a second later, everything landed on top of me. Leaves, broken twigs and branches, dirt, and sand. I was dazed. I couldn't move my body at all. Shadow of the night spirit slowly crept upon my injured self as I fought to regain my senses. I wheezed and coughed, while blood was pouring out of my wounds. There were several deep cuts along my back. My left leg was twisted but not broken (I hoped). My tail was limp on the massive, old tree roots that protruded from the soil. My wings were frail. Every time I tried to move in vain, the throbbing ache appeared as if it was lightening shocking my body.

So there I was, lying there, hurt. When I hoped that nighttime would leave as soon as possible, it seemed as if it was getting longer and longer. The daylight that I lusted for never came. Sounds of the forest were not pleasant. In any case, they had made me felt even more terrified than before. I was trembling in coldness too. Somehow, it was much cooler tonight.

I didn't know when I had fallen unconscious from the hunger, the pain, and the tiredness. But when I woke up the next morning, I was in for a huge surprise.

Two common dragons in light gray color were gazing at me.

The first reaction that I had was to run away, but the second I moved, I yelped out in twinge. One of them quickly got to my side and held me down. I struggled but he was stronger than me (though only slightly larger in body size. I should have been able to put up a much better fight if I wasn't injured).

"Hold still, damn it!" He said annoyingly. "Your wounds will open up again. It took me forever to patch them with herbs, you know?" His voice was crisp like water crystals. Somehow, I was attracted to it.

I just looked at him for a while before shifting my stare to the other dragon that was standing not too far away.

"I'm Talone. That is Kasaran over there, who is my friend." The dragon told me as he examined my wounds carefully. Looking up, he continued: "You are lucky that we walked by. Otherwise, you would have bled to death. What were you doing anyway?"

I wasn't sure how to reply as I licked my mouth and tried to find some words to say. I was about to give up explaining my situation to Talone when I noticed how he was gazing at me intently, in a way that said: if you don't tell me, I will never leave you alone.

So then with a grunt and a grimace when my shoulder twitched with soreness, I said softly: "I was flying from the east where my village is. Suddenly, I lost control and crashed onto the ground." Looking around, I asked: "Where am I?"

Smiling, Talone patted my left arm. "You are not far from our village. Kasaran wanted to capture some wild squirrels for my sister, so he asked me to come along. Well, we didn't find any squirrels, but we found you, lying there as if you were dead. Luckily I brought some healing herbs with me. They work wonders, I tell you. Within half a day, your wounds should be healed enough for you to move around without too much problem. I think you've just had a case of muscle overload. You've probably never had flown for such a long time with such a drastic distance, I'd bet."

"Yeah. It was my first time. Thanks. I owe you one."

"Nah. It's nothing. Besides, I'm very interested in your scales' colors. Green and blue, it's amazing!"

Talone displayed his playfulness as he chatted with me. I didn't notice that Kasaran was kneeling beside me already, just observing me up and down. I wasn't feeling too comfortable with him staring at me like that. In fact, I tried not to make any eye contact with Kasaran. Chatting with Talone felt natural to me. In an odd way, I felt as if he resembled some of my personality, somewhat. He and I weren't too far apart in terms of age. Time went by rather quickly. By the time that it was late afternoon with birds singing and the sun displaying a flood of orange, I was able to push myself up (with a massive effort and a series of screams as my wounds were opening up slightly) and lean against the giant evergreen tree. I was covered with dirt and other forest debris. Realizing how filthy I was, I lightly patted myself down while listening to Talone telling me about their village.

"So yeah, you should definitely come with us, Ararez. It'll be fun. We are also planning to have a huge bon fire too, in celebration with one of our elders' birthday," with a sigh, the common dragon finally quieted down as he gazed at me with anticipation.

"Sure, why not? I have all the free time in the world." How could I refuse with the way he's gazing at me? Then I remembered that I could not visit another foreign community looking like a ragged dragon. It showed disrespect and absolutely destroyed my self-pride and image (if I had any of them left to begin with). With that, I stated: "But I need to wash myself first, Tal. You can't expect me to attend your festival looking like this?"

Suddenly, a load of cold water splashed against me. I opened my mouth in surprise as Tal (I started calling him that after getting to know him better) laughed. Kasaran giggled when he showed that he had grabbed a metal bucket that one of the humans had left behind years ago. It was covered with rust, but was still useful to us.

"There is a stream not too far away from here. I'd figured you need to clean up so I went to get some water for ya." Kasaran's voice was deep, almost rough. However, his eyes were gentle and filled with compassion. Moving closer, he bent down and knelt in front of me. There was a stick with soft, cotton-like leaves on it in his right hand. "In our village, we use these Colem Brushes from one of the bushes around the lakes to clean ourselves up after a nice dose of water splashing."

Curious, I said: "T-thanks. I guess." I reached out with my right arm but hissed in pain. "Damn. I guess I still can't move around too much."

"Hmm… I guess it takes you longer time to heal up," Talone replied thoughtfully as he got up and grabbed the bucket. "I'll go and fetch some more water. I'm sure in another hour or two you'll be able to walk."

"In the mean time, let me help you then," Kasaran grinned as he started combing my slim body with the brush.

"H-hey-… wait a minute-" I stammered as I blushed deeply.

Laughing hard, he said: "Oh come on, it's not like it's anything bad. You are hurt; I'm helping you to clean up. It's simple as that. Why, when me and Talone were together and either of us were hurt in anyway, we'd take care of each other like this." He then gave me a really odd look before lowering his eyes and continued to move the brush lower and lower to my belly. With a sigh, he murmured: "My… what a beautiful color…."

"Icy-blue," I said with my heart pounding faster and faster. He looked at me with puzzlement. "That's what I call my blue scales. Icy-blue. It sounds better than just blue. I want to be unique."

"You are unique already," Kasaran smiled.

He continued to comb my body with the bath tool for a while before he started resting his left hand on my trembling shoulder.

"Are you feeling nervous?" He asked softly without looking up.

I closed my eyes for a minute before reopening them. "Look. M-maybe this isn't… maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Why?" He sneered as he pushed the Colem Brush even lower to where my private is.

"W-well-" I sucked in a deep breath with nervousness and immediately became speechless when my member became erect. "I-I-… I'm sorry, K-Kasaran. I mean-…"

He laughed and pressed his finger against my mouth. I noticed how his claw had magically disappeared. Before I could inquire him about such perplexity, I was in shock. Kasaran was grabbing my fully protruded dick in his both hands. The brush was tossed to the side. He opened his mouth and the thin, long, pointy tongue rolled out and lowered itself onto the tip of my shaft. I didn't know how to react to that. I was about to stop him but my body was protesting against my abrupt movement. In the end, all I could do was heaving my breaths while watching his steamy tongue licking and tasting my long, pointy, pink dick.

"It's okay, Ararez," he whispered as he starting kissing my member. Between the loving touches, he said: "I've never tasted a dragon as beautiful as you."

"I…" I was speechless.

Then I started to feel the heat building up inside of me again. It was amazing how easily I could become aroused. It was also amazing how having a stranger sucking your cock would be such a wonderful feeling (I seriously didn't feel there was anything wrong with that. Even with different clans, us dragons were pretty much all the same). Kasaran's sucking motion was intense. So intense, in fact, that I almost ejaculated right there and then. But he stopped whenever he felt my dick was convulsing roughly. I whimpered when he tortured me like so, when he took advantage of my injuries (which rendered me helpless) and refused to let me relieve myself whenever I wanted to. Soon, my penis was covered in saliva of his and it was glimmering within the setting sun. Kasaran's much bigger body was in between my legs. His shadow caressed my flesh as I shivered when he suckled my balls. There was a lot of pre cum dripping down from the tip of my member, as I was breathless with pleasure. He took his time licking up the liquid, little by little, tasting it. Soon, there were thin strands of pre cum sticking between his face and neck, and my legs.

I was groaning so loudly that I didn't hear Talone walking back toward us from the stream. By the time that I refocused my eyes, he was standing beside me with his massive dragon cock dripping and pointing at my face. I looked up with large blue eyes. He smiled and lightly rubbed my head. With a gasp, as Kasaran started sucking harder and harder on my dick, I enclosed my mouth around Talone's shaft tenderly. All three of us knew that we could never, ever, achieve a hundred-percent encasement around our delicate dragonhood, for our fangs were sharper than the steel pikes that humans had created in order to wage war upon one another. The falling orb of fire in the sky had now cast a blanket of red as its last appearance before it rested beyond the horizon of the towering trees. The area that all three of us were in was a naturally formed clearing. It wasn't as big as the pond back in my village, but it was just big enough for the rays of warm sunshine to bathe our aroused selves. Everything that was around us glowed in a blurry effect, creating a mood that was close to a heavenly world in the sky.

It was the first time I tasted another dragon's member (because last night, Zerac did all the work). To be honest, it wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. The pre cum from Talone was a lot saltier compared to my own. As I sucked it in and out, left and right, and to the side, I was slowly getting wet with Talone's pre cum and my own saliva. The scales on my face and neck were starting to glimmer within the limited light that was rapidly diminishing. Kasaran took my dragonhood deep into the back of his throat and that was when I exploded with a muffled yell with Talone's throbbing member in my mouth. Whitish cum sprayed against the back of Kasaran's throat as he gulped it down. After a full minute and multiple times of cumming, he released my dick. With mouth wide open and showing the sticky liquid on his tongue, he lowered himself and started licking my anal region. I couldn't move at all (nor did I dare to move due to the pain that seemed to be on a constant edge of eruption hovering all over my body), as my ass contracted whenever the tip of his slick tongue pressed against my asshole. His tongue arced upward as he lapped and lapped, wetting my anal region without mercy.

Talone moaned as he started to thrust his cock faster and faster against my mouth. I didn't have time to swallow the excessive pre cum as it started leaking from the corners of my mouth, running down the sides of my neck, and finally resting against my chest. I stopped in ecstasy when Kasaran inserted one finger into my anal and wiggled it while running his tongue over the outer rims (thank heaven that his claws were retracted into his flesh. I guessed they were a different species of dragons or something).

"Ararez… I am… I am going to cum!" Talone bellowed when he instantly grabbed the back of my head with both hands (with claws retracted as well) and shoved his penis deep into my throat.

Hot, steamy cum spurted out, which filled my mouth. I quickly ate it to prevent myself choking on the thick, creamy substance. But I was not as experienced as Kasaran, so there was still a large quantity of Talone's liquid seed spilling out from my mouth when I pulled away from his member. A loud splat could be heard when the streams of sperm landed onto my shoulder, chest, and stomach. Copious strands of cum gradually slid down the curvature of my flesh. I shivered when they reached the sides of my waist.

Talone slumped onto the ground, gasping for air. I was trying to get my breath back but it was not over for me yet. I felt a second wave of pleasure forming when Kasaran inserted a second finger into my butt hole. I cried out in delight as the wounds in my back stung a little when I moved without control. But at least the pain was subsiding and wasn't as intense as before.

Kasaran finally pulled out his finger. I could feel my sphincter muscles returning to their lengths. I gazed down and saw a pool of pre cum already forming between my legs where his large, pulsing dick was. He gently smeared some of the natural lubricant onto his member as he straddled against my ass. With placidness that I had never seen before, he reared back and pushed foward, penetrating my rear with one smooth motion. His cock slid further and further into my butt as I cried out in both pain and enjoyment. Talone watched both of us screwing each other, as his own member started to stiffen once more.

"You like that, huh?" Kasaran sneered as he breathed heavily. With each thrust into my anal, he would say: "You want more?"

Nodding, I licked my mouth and stammered: "Y-yes… harder… p-please…."

Talone was already stroking his own cock as he groaned and watched us. His right hand was moving up and down his dragonhood as his own cum was covering the spaces between his fingers. My own dick was growing hard once more as well. Soon, it was easier for Kasaran to slide in and out of my ass without any friction, as his pre cum had coated the inner part of my ass. With every pull, a wet slurping sound could be heard. He pumped me harder and harder. He was in absolute command, as I whimpered and gasped over and over again. Talone couldn't hold it any longer. The scene was too much for him as he lay onto his back and cummed. The thinned liquid from his balls landed on the grass. He closed his eyes while his chest heaved in and out with labor. I grimaced in joy when Kasaran leaned forward and kissed me in the mouth. My back was pressed against the jagged tree barks. Some of them were applying excruciating pressure against my injuries, but I cared not. I tasted his hot, sticky tongue while my own was skimming across his fangs. Soon, he used both hands and caressed my chest and my armpits; occasionally pinching my flesh whenever he felt a surge of pleasure beyond the scope of pure excitement took over his body. I was moving with his thrusting. My legs were dangling against his chest. My penis was slapping back and forth before his eyes.

"A-Ararez…! I am-m…. Oh m-my god-" Kasaran screamed when he unleashed his load into my ass.

I groaned and exploded again. The creamy gift that he had left in my rear poured out while he continued to pump me to death. I whined and cried. I was contracting my anal violently, pressing against his cock as he slid in and out fluently. The sensation of a hot and thick member filling me up and leaving me in emptiness could not be described clearly. It was a feeling that was, somehow, some way, better than the one that I had shared with Zerac. In a way, I felt guilty for feeling this way. After all, Zerac was the person I loved. And here I was, fucking two other male dragons… it was something that I could not believe I had done.

I was dirty.

My entire lower region was wet and sticky. Talone came up to my side and started licking my mouth. I opened up and invited his tongue to enter. We kissed for a good while before Kasaran jonied us. All three of us were licking and sucking each other's tongue, purely enjoying the activity. It was already dark when all three of us leaned against one another on the grassy land. All three of our members were wet and slippery, which glowed with brightness under the pale moonlight above. The forest was quiet and all we could hear was our tired breathing. I was in the middle of Talone and Kasaran. They wrapped their arms around me as their tails curled around each of my legs. I closed my eyes and savored the cozy feeling.

"Sorry we took advantage of you, Ararez…" Talone spoke against my left ear softly. He stroked my chest affectionately. "It was wrong of us to do that. But-"

"I know," I cut him off. I didn't want any of them to feel bad for what they had done. "It's the mating season's heat."

"It seems to last forever," Kasaran whispered. Nibbling my neck tenderly, he said: "Somehow… we just lost control when we saw how beautiful you are."

"Am I?" I was surprised to hear that. Gazing into the night sky with millions of stars in various sizes blinking at us, I said: "My clan doesn't think so. They view me as a freak."

"Well, you are not," Talone giggled. He hugged me tighter. "Besides, you'd think today was wonderful with both of us having sex with you? Wait until you see our village."

I turned to face him. I was baffled. "You mean… your village… does this kind of thing all the time? I-I mean… male with male?"

Laughing, Talone said: "Not really. It's just that we have a tradition of a group orgy where everyone can f*** anybody, children excluded. They are too young to know anything."

"But there's no taboo against male with male mating. In fact, I had so much fun shoving my dick into three asses that were lifting high above the ground in front of me," Kasaran added.

Realization hit me. "Wait a minute. Are you guys part of the clan that believes relieving yourselves are better for your spirit?"

Nodding, Talon licked me on the side of my face. "Yup! And we are proud of it too. Too many dragons are too conserved. We'd like to let nature guide our actions. Of course, there are still some laws regarding the morality side of our community. But during the peak of the mating season, anything goes."

"You'll see it soon, Ararez. I guarantee you'll love it," Kasaran's voice trailed off gradually as he fell into a deep sleep.

For a long while, with both of them pressing against me from either sides, I thought about a lot of things. Things that were in relation to my life in my clan. Things that Zerac had taught me. Things that I had thought about ever since I was a young dragonling. In the end, I sighed. Why not? Leaving my past behind and embracing a new future, a new life. Meeting new friends like Zerac, Talone, and Kasaran. This was an opportunity that I could not miss.

I knew then, as I slowly closed my eyes with the image of the stars unhurriedly fading out, that I would definitely love to experience the wild side of Talone's village tradition and culture.

To be continued….

End Chapter 3
At last! Chapter 4 is completed. As same as always, I rushed through it.
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Chapter 4

Journey through the dense forest wasn't easy. I would have flown over all these massive trees that seemed to be blocking our ways no mattered where we turned. Alas, my wings were still injured and I still hadn't recovered my strength fully. Talone and Kasaran led the way through the maze of naturally formed paths that somehow were covered with wet, soggy mosses and fallen leaves. The thickness of the layer of earthly debris was enough to form a sensation of soft soil that one dragon could sleep on. It was almost like bedding. Although it was nearly noon when we finally moved on from our little clearing toward Talone and Kasaran's village, branches above were so closely-packed together that only a small amount of sunlight could shine through. But it was, in a way, magical for the ground was lit up in several spots of white with light grayish spores of flowery substances floating silently in the warm, humid air.

Squirrels and wild boars ran away from us as we stumbled through giant brushes, broke off twigs, and laughed at each other whenever one of us was stuck in the arduous obstacles.

"Your village sure is located in a place that not too many dragons can access easily," I panted as sweat beads rolled down my face. Summer was already hot enough given the right weather conditions and jumping over large boulders while sliding down slick roads wasn't helping at all. By the early afternoon, both of my legs were covered with dirt, as my hands and claws were smeared with dried mud.

"Yeah. Which is the main reason why our ways of mating won't be criticized as much. I mean, when you think about it - male with male, female with male, female with female, female with male and female… it's just blasphemy for other dragon clans," Talone's voice was straining hard as he climbed over a small ridge in front of him. "Some consider us as devious dragons, but really, this is just mating season. What can they expect?"

I nodded. We continued on with our laborious travel across the ancient forestland. It was quite a workout. The incline of ground seemed to be getting steeper as well, while trees were beginning to diminish in amount. Some lingered around, refusing to admit that the soil base here was too acidic to live on. Others decided that they shouldn't push themselves too hard. As most seeds from the trees dropped every spring, they rolled and bounced down the rock-scattered floor. Even nature itself was helping these would-be-saplings to settle near an area that was less hazardous to their health. It was odd of me to think of plants in equal term to animals but I was rather poetic to a certain extent. My own self-imagination and creativity had allowed me to think of unique things that would have been laughed at if other dragons were to know.

At certain points during our climb toward the peak of the mountain, I nearly slipped on the smooth, flat surface of the land. Kasaran grabbed onto my arms every time that I was about to fall backward. His powerful legs with veins popping out would push both of us onward. In the end, he started holding my hand as he guided me to step onto the spots that he had stepped on. Talone only gazed ahead, checking to see if we were heading the right directions. Though the higher we went, the colder it became, it wasn't like winter at all, where I would shiver helplessly. The coolness of the air here tended to be soothing and free. Unlike my village, where it resided in a deep valley, stuff atmosphere would remain for days at a time.

"I think we are not too far from the village," Talone said when he squinted and gazed across the relatively flat terrain that spread out in front of us. "I think we are at the peak. Did you see anything, Kas?"

Kasaran, still grasping my hand tightly in his, arced his neck a little as his tail lightly tapped the ground. "I think I can see the fences. It's probably twenty more minutes of walking."

Looking at me, Talone asked: "Do you want to take a break?"

"Nah. I can carry on," I replied instantly. I didn't want to show them that I was a weakling, although in my mind, I was already screaming at myself: "You idiot! Why didn't you tell them that your back is sore and your wings are aching like hell?"

Needless to say, by the time we finally went past the main gate of the foreign village, I collapsed suddenly due to lack of strength. The world closed in around me, as my senses were numb and could not seek for a door out of this blinding darkness. I could still feel arms grabbing my body and carrying me to somewhere, but I could not open up my eyes. I could faintly hear Talone and Kasaran yelling to other dragons, as activities seemed to be rushed immensely. Yet, I couldn't react. All I could do was lying there, almost as if I was paralyzed, while looking into this curtain of obscurity. Was I asleep? Was I dreaming? Was this whole experience just an overly inventive imagination? I could not tell.

When I woke up, it was already nighttime. There were singing and laughter that echoed around me. I groaned as I slowly got up. My head was spinning and my muscles were aching. I was in small cave. Around me were some of the herbs that I had seen Talone used on me. I glanced at my arms and noticed fresh patches were made. Crawling toward the entrance of the cavern, I was amazing at the amount of dragons dancing around a massive fire with piles of logs tossed into the center of the inferno.

"Hey!" A head popped up in front of me.

I screamed and fell backward. After a brief moment, I realized that it was just Kasaran.

"You are so jumpy," he laughed as he entered my little resting place. From a close up, he looked much bigger than before. Last night was more of a brief glance, for all three of us were high with pleasure. Tonight, I scaled him up and down, finally realizing that he was almost as big as a protector dragon.

"That's what everyone says about me," I grumbled. Leaning against the cold, rough wall, I sighed and closed my eyes.

Kasaran sat beside me and looked at me for a while (I didn't actually "see" that he was gazing at me intently. I just felt that he was staring at me for some odd reasons). "How do you feel?"

Heaving another deep breath, I reopened my eyes and tilted my head a bit. "Not too bad. I think I've pulled a few muscles though. Climbing mountains isn't exactly my forte."

He giggled for a good while. "We're celebration our fifth elder's birthday tonight. I was going to introduce you to them, but you fainted when you got past the gate. Everyone was in a panic. Good thing that you were just tired-out. After all, your wounds are still not healed completely." He then looked down at the dusty floor and pondered: "You know… it's odd. The herbs that Talone has used on you should mend your injuries rather quickly. At least, to other dragons, they worked wonders. But for you, somehow it is taking a much longer period of time to heal."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I opened up my mouth slightly but closed it after a second thought. What would he feel if I were to tell him that I was not a pure dragon? After all, this was the main reason why my scales had colors that no other draconic creatures could have. This was also the reason why the medicine was only half as effective as it should be.

"I have no idea," I lied. I wasn't proud of what I did. I wasn't proud of forming a deception where my front was nothing but a mere mask. I was disgraceful.

Kasaran just looked at me silently in the semi-darkness. The calming glow of the energetic fire outside had slid itself through the main entrance of the cave, where the uneven walls of granite reflected its essence and its warmth inward. The mood between Kasaran and me was very unusual tonight. It was as if an invisible tension was between us. Of course, I could have been imagining things, again.

"You know…" he finally said something after several minutes of absolute stillness. Shifting closer to me with his shoulder touching mine, he fixed his light brown eyes into mine. "I…" He was starting to blush intensely. He looked up at the ceiling, trying to get his ideas out.

"What's wrong?"

He got even closer to me, which made me rather nervous and somewhat afraid (I didn't know why I was terrified at his intimacy. It was not as if I just met him for the first time anyway).

"I think I'm in love with you."

Silence. Man, I'd tell you, this was the kind of silence that was not comfortable. It was the kind of silence where you'd just gaze at the person (dragon in this case) in astonishment and loose all coherent thoughts. I thought he was joking with me, but when his face was pretty much in front of mine with the way he looked at me, I knew he wasn't fooling around at all.

"I… I… uh-" I stammered. My mind was in a mess right now. My emotions were running high. I was confused as hell.

He then placed an arm around my shoulders while I was staring at the ground, looking for some words, any sentence, to reply to his confession. I could feel his heart pumping against his chest, as he embraced me. He was stronger than me, I knew that, for the hug was something that was so overwhelming and commanding that I couldn't move an inch.

"Do you hate me?" Kasaran backed away a little when he saw my hesitation. "Perhaps I'm being selfish by forcing this on you. But I just want to let you know that you are the kind of dragon that is unique from others. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. Somehow, you just seem… different."

I sucked in a deep breath. To be honest, I felt myself attached to Kasaran. It was odd, I knew, because when he held my hand back at the mountainside, I was actually hoping that he could be with me forever. But then every time I started thinking that way, the image of Zerac began to pop up. It was like a reminder of how low I could sink. I loved Zerac, but I also loved Kasaran. A relationship, regardless of male with male or male with female, should not be one with multiple partners. It would be unfair and disrespectful. Still, knowing that Zerac was somewhere far away from where I was now (and who knows how long I'd have to wait before I could see him again, probably never) had made me instinctively leaning my head against Kasaran's chest. It felt so warm. It felt so nice.

He closed his eyes as he rubbed my upper arms with both hands. A tear came out of the corner of my eyes. I had never felt love before (aside from Zerac). I had never felt companionship. For seventeen years, it was one day of segregation after another. Now, I had finally found someone that was willing to spend his time with me for as long as possible (which Zerac wasn't able to do). The only serious question was - how long would it last? Sooner or later, I'd have to tell him that I was a freak, a dragon that was not pure. I'd know that he would abandon me the day that I could rake up enough courage to come clean and tell him my secret, my abhorrent background.

So I lay there with Kasaran, hugging him and sobbing into his chest. Although he wasn't entirely sure as to why I was crying, he comforted me by wrapping his massive light gray wings around me. He licked the lower region of my neck tenderly, almost like a parent caring for their offspring. In the end, we kissed for a long time. I let go of myself and tasted his mouth greedily. Thankfully, we stopped right when Talone walked in on us to see how I was doing. When he saw that I was well enough to walk around, he invited me to join their celebration.

Outside under the clear night sky, the village of Talone's clan (which was called Aro) was alive with festivals. There were many dragons around. When they saw me, they smiled and greeted me. A few even asked me for a dance. I was stunned at the friendly welcoming from strangers (this was partly due to the coldness of my clan's attitudes toward me). The glimmering stars above further fueled the joy of the party, as they too, shone happily in tune with the singings. I was still walking around timidly while Kasaran led me around to meet up with his family, relatives, and friends. All of them complimented me on my inimitable dyes upon my scales (the green and icy-blue colors). A few female dragons even expressed affections toward me, as I smiled dumbly while staying close to Kasaran. The food was also wonderful. Even though most of the dragons sat in [SPAM] just feasting on different plants and animals, I chose to eat alone. I was not used to all these interactions between other dragons. Kasaran was nice enough to sit with me as we ate. We chatted a lot of things; from our childhood to our teenage years, there was almost no secret between us. Although I skipped out the essential parts of my tale because I wasn't ready to tell him that I was not a pure dragon as he thought I was.

Talone dropped by to joke with me for a bit before he was rushed away by a group of his buddies. He said something about doing water bombs in one of the springs near the very peak of the mountain. I humbly declined the offer when they asked me to join them. Kasaran just laughed as he told them to leave me alone.

It was well into midnight when everyone finally stopped the merriment. Most of the younger dragons had already gone back to their caves to sleep. Others just lingered around, forming tiny crowds as they continued to converse well into the night. I was content with all the food that I had eaten. Never had I tasted such a fulfilling and wonderful meal. Never had I experienced such a pleasant group of dragons. I was very grateful to join them (even if I was still trying to shun away from others whenever they approached me). The elders of Aro dragon clan were also very kind. They had told me that I was welcomed to stay for as long as I wanted. I almost knelt down and kissed their foot claws when they said that. I was never treated this nicely.

Kasaran then bid everyone goodnight as he quickly grabbed my right arm and pulled me along with him.

"I have a surprise for you," he smiled. He didn't slow down at all and I had to start running to keep up with his large strides.

I was led to a very secluded area. Dense reeds grew from the wet soil, as a small stream was gurgling softly in front of us. The line of running water sparkled under the moonlight. A trail of light blue glints mixed with whiteness could be seen along the surface of the stream. With guidance of the pale light, I got to the bank of water and sat down. I sighed and relaxed. It was a fantastic and satisfying day. In fact, I was so worn out that I had already forgotten what kind of surprise that Kasaran was preparing for me.

Without warning, a shiny orb was presented beside my face. I turned around with surprise as Kasaran giggled. It was a crystal ball made up of combined minerals. Polished volcanic rocks with glossy marbles, the sphere was glowing with brightness as I gaped at it in awe.

"Lucent Ball," Kasaran said as he knelt beside me. "It was not easy to find the right rocks to create this kind of object. While you were resting earlier, I went in search of the right materials so that I could make this for ya."

"It's so beautiful," I whispered. Gazing deeply into the center of the ball, I could see light green colored stones radiating fuzzy rings of olive. The outer regions of the orb were as white as the moon above. Its luminosity gradually diffused into my hands and claws, and I lightly touched it. "I can't accept this, Kas. It's too precious for me to have."

Shaking his head, he curved his long dragon neck toward me. "I made this for you. You can't possibly reject this gift from me, can you?"

I was dazed. I just couldn't accept this. It was something that Kasaran had spent a lot of time on and I couldn't just take it like that. But when I saw the plea in his eyes, my will was shattered into millions of pieces. Caringly, I grabbed the Lucent Ball from his hands and cuddled it in front of me. I could feel its light enveloping my soul.

"Thank you…" I whispered as I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.

I felt his body rubbing against mine as he pulled me delicately into his arms. His scales were so smooth and soft. His long, slender tongue tickled my nose and I wrapped my tail against his thin waist. I didn't know how it started. I didn't know when it started. But when I came to my senses and opened up my eyes, I could see the Lucent Ball being placed nicely on top of a sandy mount that I had somehow made in that blank moment, as I started kissing and licking Kasaran's body.

He groaned while he used the tip of his tail to probe my anal region. I licked a nice long line from his belly up to the curvature of his neck. My tongue was bent accordingly as his muscle ridges were rippling across his physique. My own saliva could be seen under the watchful eyes of the moon, while it bathed our heated bodies with its tender rays. Kasaran grabbed my butt abruptly and I yelped when an inch of his tail slid into my rectum.

"Does it hurt?" He asked with concern. "I should have lubed it up first-"

"N-no…" I panted as I rubbed my harden cock against his belly. Sitting up on his thigh, I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the thick tail inserting itself into my ass. "It's good… don't stop."

He nodded slightly as he closed his eyes and tried to push his tail deeper into me. I moaned loudly when I arced my back the moment that his hands started caressing my shoulders and chest. A flow of pre cum spurted out from the tip of my pointy draconic penis. It landed against Kasaran's neck and face as he licked it up without a second thought. His tail was a third of its way into my ass when he stopped. It was getting too large for me to handle. He could see the pain on my facial expression. After a few quick thrusts (and tickling deep inside with the tip), which prompted me to shoot out more pre cum onto him, he pulled his tail out and maneuvered his cock against my anus.

I reached back and smeared his pre cum all over the large member. It was hot, as usual, with the same inviting shape that I lusted for. Lifting myself up a little with both legs placed at either side of his thigh, I straddled against him and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I shivered when the tip of the shaft gradually opened up my butt hole, as my tail was pressed against my back with my breaths became even more rapid and uneven. I moved up and down, in a counter-force motion as he began to pump me hard. Every time he pushed up, I dropped down. The solid member rubbed against the inner walls of my intestine and I was overcome with ecstasy. He sucked my shoulder when I lowered my upper body flat against his. He grabbed onto my back with both hands with the claws protruding slightly from the fingertips. They dug into my flesh and I cried out in pleasure. The slight pain only added onto this excitement that surrounded us. Soon, I was gasping and yelling into his neck. The tiny region between our bellies was flooded with my pre cum, as I was getting closer to ejaculate.

But then, unlike before, Kasaran stopped when he felt my rectum squeezed against his shaft tightly in short intervals. He knew I was about to cum.

"W-why are you stopping?" I whimpered as I was still wiggling my butt, trying to force him to continue on fucking me.

Smiling with sweat covering his forehead, he said softy: "We're always fucking you. It's time to let you feel what it's like to f*** others. Do you… do you want to penetrate me and see what it's like?"

I was still panting with heat. Without any further thinking, I nodded. He gave me a lick under my chin while he pulled out his penis with a loud squirting sound. A stream of bodily lubricant from his member dripped out from my ass in a thin, sticky, transparent line onto the grass. I got off him with my dick pointing hard into the cool twilight air.

Before he was on all four, he gazed at me for a moment and said: "You look beautiful with the shadows curving along your well-toned body, Ararez."

I blushed. Kasaran then presented his butt to me with his tail raised upward. The pinkish hole of his ass was very erotic and I subconsciously leaned forward to lick it and investigate it with my wet tongue. I could feel the muscles around his anal contracting whenever I pushed the tip of my tongue inward. He moaned as he grabbed his own cock and started stroking it. I wasn't going to start mating Kasaran with my own dick just yet. It was the first time I had tasted another male dragon's rear. So there I was, with one hand masturbating my own member and the other groping Kasaran's tail base, I lapped and kissed his butt all over. In the process of doing so, I was also lubricating his ass so that it would allow me to slide myself into the exotic hole easily later on.

"Ararez…" Kasaran's face was on the ground when he whined. "P-please don't tease m-me like this… f*** me… please…." He used his left hand to open up his rear further, allowing me to see his rectum even more clearly. I was so aroused by the sight.

I was also surprised when he begged me over and over again to do him immediately. I didn't think that exploring the ass would make a dragon pleading in desperation, the desperation of the heat, the unbearable feeling that seemed to be swelling up and up, threatening to explode from within.

"Really?" I joked with him a little. It was the first time I had acted like this. It was as if I had become a different person altogether. Devious. Daring. Pushing my tongue into his anal again and pulling it out, I said in a seductive voice: "You really want it?"

Kasaran couldn't reply. He was in such a wonderful stimulation that all he could do was whimper and pant for air. I decided not to torture him anymore. I got up and pressed myself against his rear. Grabbing my own blood-rushed penis and stroking it a few times as well, I shot a tiny amount of pre cum on the surface of his asshole before I started to line it up and push it in. He shuddered a bit but started to relax. The sensation was beyond words. With only half of my cock inserted, I could feel the hot, steamy ass of Kasaran's. I could feel him contracting his muscles so that they would be pressing against my own member and rousing it. I was in heaven. I groaned so loud that I'd bet all the other dragons back at the village site could hear me. I couldn't hold my cry of pleasure. It was feeling so good that I began to pump my dick in and out faster and faster. Kasaran was screaming as I hugged his tail and thrust inward with my pelvis. The wet slurping sound was so exciting that I had to try to tune it out so that I wouldn't cum that fast. But Kasaran's moaning and groaning was further prickling my senses that I had to f*** him even harder and quicker. I wanted to relish this feeling as much as possible. His ass was too nice to end it like this. His back was too erotic to stop this. His voice was too stimulating to halt this. I closed my eyes as I opened my mouth wide for more air; tongue stuck out. My heartbeat had increased tenfold. Kasaran was now digging his sharp claws into the soil, as his body moved abruptly in synchronization with mine.

"A-Ararez-…. I-" He then yelled as he buried his head between his arms and exploded.

Thick, creamy cum poured forth from his penis while I was sweating out a river, wrapping my tail around one of his legs, and continuing the thrusting motion. I was near the edge. I could feel it. I could almost taste the delicious cream that was about to shoot out like a dam breaking apart, releasing the torrential river it tried to conceal. Kasaran couldn't stop ejaculating. Half a minute had gone by and still more whitish seeds were spilled forth. Soon, there was a large puddle of dragon cum beneath him. The sight was too much. With a loud growl, I released myself. The ejaculation was so powerful due to an extended period of holding back that it instantly filled up Kasaran's intestine. He cried out in pleasure as he kept on screaming my name over and over. I licked and suckled his tail wildly while my shaft continued to spill out more seeds into his ass. Soon, my cum was starting to spurt out from the rim of Kasaran's anus and onto my thigh. It ran down the sides of my sweaty legs as rested my cock in his ass.

When I finally pulled out, a huge gush of cum flowed out silently. Kasaran was limp on the grass, completely out of breath. His legs, rear, and tail were all covered with sticky liquid. I crawled up onto his back. I kissed his ears and licked his horn. He turned around and offered me his tongue. I greedily took it into my mouth immediately and sucked on it, swallowing his juice while it trickled down in my long throat. Both of our lower regions were covered with dragon sperms, as we slid our legs and tails around, further spreading the cum across our scales.

"Thank you, Ararez…" Kasaran said in a very low tone. So low, in fact, that I almost couldn't hear him.

I finally made up my mind. I couldn't lie to him anymore. With such a personal experience shared between us, I felt as if I had cheated on him and used him as a sex tool.

"Kasaran…" I started slowly. My tongue was tied but I knew that I couldn't stop right now. "I… I have something to tell you."

"What's that?" His eyes were half-closed already due to the tiredness.

"I-… I am…." Oh god, why did it have to be this hard to confess? At last, I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes, unable to look at his expression. "I am not a pure dragon! I never was a pure dragon! My father is a dragon, but my mother was not! I… I have been lying to you all this time! I just… I just don't want to lose you, Kas! I love you so much that I-"

I was interrupted unexpectedly with a kiss on my lips. I reopened my eyes in amazement.

He broke the kiss and smiled. "Don't worry. I have already guessed that you are an inter-breed dragon."

"But… why-"

"I still love you the way you are, Ararez. Your personality is one that is innocent and pure. From the stories you've told me about your clan mates, I know what you must have felt like. Being alone and all. This is something that no dragon can endure." He shifted his position a bit so that his back could rest against the earth that had been stained by our fluids. I had to get off his body for a second before he motioned me to lie on top of him. Hugging me, he looked at me into the eyes lovingly. "I love you, Ararez. I love you because you are who you are. I love you because you and I share similar experiences with our childhoods."

With that, tears ran down from my eyes and landed on Kasaran's face. He, too, closed his eyes and embraced me in an emotional response.

For the rest of the early morning, we cuddled together and slept like corpses. Little did we know that a group of dragons were eyeing us from afar….

To be continued….

End Chapter 4
Ah, thanks for reading this little tale of mine, you guys. And thanks for the nomination as well.

The history of this story is really odd as well. For one, I started this story around a year ago. I wrote like one paragraph and just left it there sitting in my computer for months without even looking at it. I was working on my other novels. Then after I joined BF, I decided to pick up the story again and at the time, it was called "dragon" only. When I started posting it, I figured that it needed a better name. Since it was adult themed, I decided to call it something like "Dragon XXX", but then I felt it was too… you know, not suitable at all. Then I shortened it to "Dragon X". Lol.

Once the first chapter was done, inspiration hit and I continued on. Otherwise, this story was originally intended to be one chapter story, with introduction, body, and conlusion all in one chapter sitting.

> Nope, I didn't like it.

I loved it!
Sorry if my reply isn't as up to code as my usual ones, but I was literally about to brush my teeth to go to bed when I remembered I'd forgotten to read the new chapter. It's about 4:40am here, so yeah.
Its very well written, like the others are, and the story is really starting to unravel. It's so nice to see him finally being accepted, its something he is truly deserving of. To be honest, I thought for sure it was going to be him and Talone to hit things off, but maybe not. Emotion is well caught, the story doesn't stray from the main point, and it's better than the others in my opinion.

Ahh, it reminds me so much of personal experiences

Keep up the good work!
Chapter five is now completed. I hope you guys like it.
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Chapter 5

"Please! No-"

"Shut up! We've seen what you did with Kasaran and we know that you loved every moment of it. Now we are going to do you, what more can you ask for?"

There I was, both arms tied to a small stone pillar in the cave, a place where it was far away from the center of the village. Four protector dragons were smirking deviously, as each one of them stroke their massive cocks with an immense hard on. I could see in horror of the bulging veins curling along their meat. I struggled, trying to break free of the leathery rope that had secured me in this hellish situation. Alas, no matter how I twisted and thrashed, I could not free myself. My legs were not pinned down by anything. I knew there was a purpose, a reason, for that. I knew that they wanted an easy access to my ass. Even though the mere thought of getting raped by four large crimson dragons was somewhat arousing, I knew that the way they had treated me was definitely wrong. I slapped my tail against the pillar with anxiety.

Where was Kasaran?

The trip from the secluded little stream to this large remote cavern was nothing more than a blur. It was as if my memory had been wiped. I could never remember being carried from where I had slept with Kasaran to this place. In fact, I could never remember anything remotely close to being abducted by these savages. When I woke up, I realized that I was a captive. Simple as that. It was very warm here as well. I guessed that with all the protector dragons walking around and their intense body heat circulating around the rough, natural shelter of mountain rocks, the heat was trapped inside. Ventilation was poor obviously, even with that big entrance hole not too far away. I could see the bright sunlight peeking in and casting itself onto the ragged brownish floor that was beneath us.

"Well, let's get the show on the road," one of the four dragons sneered as he walked toward me. "My name is Cadec. From now until the end of our little mating event, you will be our slave and our playmate. You will do as you are told. Understand?"

Who the hell did he think he was? I looked away from him and to the side, rebelling against him to the last of my breath. But it would be a breath that would have never been taken if I kept up my defiance, for a long sharp claw was pressed against my thin, icy-blue neck. I gulped as I could feel my blood pulsing through my flesh.

"Listen here, you freak," Cadec growled deeply. His dark red eyes stared daggers at me. I started to tremble in fear when he pressed his claw deeper into my flesh and drew out a tiny bit of blood. "If you don't follow that we tell you to do, you will die here."

Another dragon stood beside me. Pre cum was already dripping like mad and onto my right shoulder (which felt good, even if I hated this whole predicament). "Yeah. Besides, you'd get to feel good while we pound your ass. You'd like that, don't you?"

I didn't offer an answer. I didn't even know if I hated the idea or not. As much as I was trying to contain it, the heat, the lustful feeling, started to build up inside of me again. I couldn't help it. Mating seasons were the days where us dragons would be very sexually active, regardless if we had mated with our partners or not (I certainly didn't have anyone to mate of course). So when I eyed those giant, pointy, and throbbing draconic dicks in front of my face, my heart started pounding harder. Before I could hide it, my own penis was sliding out of its sheath and became erect.

Cadec saw that even when I tried to use my legs to cover it up. He laughed as he knelt down beside me and pushed my legs open.

"My… and I thought you being a freak of nature would not make you male enough," he licked his fangs a bit as he gazed at my private part. Looking up, he said: "Nice length. You getting excited, huh? I'd bet you are, you dirty little dragon."

Others laughed as they all crowded in from different directions.

A dick was shoved against my lips and one of the red dragons yelled: "Suck on it!"

"You better listen to him," said the other when he noticed my hesitation. "Lecuid would hate to see people rejecting his 'offer'." With that, he laughed.

I had no choice. In the back of my mind, I was hoping that Kasaran could find me soon and rescue me. I didn't truly enjoy this encounter at all. With great reluctance, I opened up my mouth and felt the long shaft sliding in. I almost choked because Lecuid pushed his cock abruptly (he was overly eager to relieve himself). The head was pressed against the back of my throat, as a trail of pre cum was sprayed onto my tongue. It glided down the curvature of my mouth and coated my fangs. Lecuid groaned loudly as he stood in front of me with both hands holding onto the ancient pillar that was towering behind me. Others could see his slippery bright red member thrusting in and out with me trying to breathe.

While Lecuid was pumping away at my mouth, Cadec gave a quick lick at my own pointy shaft. When he saw me yelling and shivering every time that his long, thin tongue tickled my dick, he chuckled and lapped some more. Oh god. Even though I hated them, the sensation was intense. A small drop of tear rolled out from the corner of my eyes as I tried to think of other things. I couldn't possibly have started to enjoy this kind of menacing sexual intercourse. Under this kind of circumstances, I shouldn't even get aroused. But I was and I could not control it.

"Yeah, you like it, right?" Cadec mumbled with my dick swelling fully in his mouth. He then let go of my member for a second and said: "Hey, Uda and Nem, why don't you two show our buddy here just how good you are with your tongues?" With that said, he went back, slurping and sucking my penis as if it was the last thing he was going to taste.

I moaned when I felt the first explosive reaction within my balls. When I attempted to spit Lecuid's member out for a chance to catch my breath and to prevent myself from going overboard, the large protector dragon grabbed my head and held it there.

"I-… I ain't finished with y-you yet…" he panted loudly. His dark orange scales were slick with sweat and a few beads of it had rolled down the sides of his massive, powerful legs.

Uda and Nem, the other two dragons dropped beside me on either side. They gave each other a nod before they started kissing my slender body tenderly. I cried out in excitement with my arms still tied to the pillar over my head. I squinted and closed my eyes forcefully. The sight of them licking and rubbing my flesh was too much for me. I could feel a small amount of cum slowly gushing out and into Cadec's steaming tongue. Within the next few minutes, the kisses and the wet lickings went from my cringing neck, down to my chest, to my armpits, and stopped at my stomach, where it heaved up and down with every single bodily contact.

If anyone were to venture into our little f*** cave, they would have seen me being surrounded with sweating red dragons and pre cum spurting out into thin air and landing back onto me. The dry, light reddish floor had become dark brown with all the fluid transfers going on every second of our little event. I was lost as to where I was. My senses were being thrown off. I just didn't care anymore. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed being their slave, their plaything. Even though I knew this whole thing was wrong, my natural instinct had taken over and had now started to force me to accept my situation. Gradually, I began to like being kissed, sucked, and licked by four dragons that were two times bigger and better than me in everyway.

I reopened my eyes. Although I couldn't see Cadec's massive dragonhead moving up and down between my legs, with three of his fingers rubbing against my anus, I could feel it. In front of me was the belly of Lecuid. The scent from his flesh was something that made me even more stimulated. It smelled like dried herbs mixed with dragon sweat (which was filled with hormones from what I had heard).

"Oh, yes!" Lecuid screamed when he finally cummed in my mouth.

Large streams of thick cream splashed against the back of my throat as I gulped them down quickly. It tasted salty. After many experiences and practices with Talone, Kasaran, and of course, Zerac, I was able to adjust to the amount of dragon seeds that seemed to be coming out in gallons (yes, it was that much, hence why after every f*** sessions, we were all covered with sticky cum). My esophagus felt like it had been covered with a bucket of rich, oily soup. Every time I swallowed, I could feel the remaining cum slipping down the walls of my inner throat. After two minutes or so, Lecuid sighed and pulled out his limp dick. A small bit of his cum dripping out from my mouth as I rested my head against the pillar and panted. My upper body was now covered with sweat and semen. I was about to ejaculate as well while Cadec continued to suck my dick, but he stopped at the precise moment. It was as if a dragon had finally accomplished something but just before he could receive his reward, everything went back in time and he returned to the beginning of his work - at an incomplete form.

"Don't think you can get it off this easily," he teased while bearing his fangs.

Lifting my legs roughly and exposing my butt hole, he grabbed his own member with one hand and stroke it a few times.

"This is going to be fun," he said to himself.

I yelled out in pain when he violently shoved his massive member into my anus in one movement. I could feel the muscles being stretched out with a pace that was too quick for me to get used to. I was turning my head left and right on the ground in pain when Nem bent over and started kissing me in the mouth while he held my head tightly in his hands. He pried open my closed lips with his tongue forcefully. I couldn't hold it back and felt my own tongue sliding against his with a mouthful of residual cum from Lecuid. Both of us moaned within each other, while Cadec continued to f*** my butt. I opened one eye and saw Uda was licking at my rock-hard member while Lecuid was mounting him from behind. Apparently, Lecuid didn't have enough fucking. With one hand stroking Uda's dick and the other positioning his own member right in front of Uda's asshole, I knew that they were going to do each other. The sight had really turned me on even more.

"Ugh! I… I can't-" Cadec became silent as he strained. His hands gripped my butt cheeks in such an aggressive way that even I screamed in Nem's mouth.

Seconds later, I could feel a gush of hot liquid filling me up inside. Have you ever felt a jet of powerful water shooting out from a mountain spring? No matter how much you tried to cover up the hole with your hands or even with rocks, the water just kept on flowing out from the sides? This was what it felt like when Cadec released his cum inside of me. When that feeling spread through my trembling body, adding on top of the oral sexual pleasure from Uda's mouth on my dick, I exploded.

"Whoa!" Uda cried out in surprise when the first shot of cum splattered onto the side of his sweaty face. He quickly used his mouth to catch the rest. With his tongue hanging down from his opened mouth, sticky strands of my cum could be seen from his face and lips. His eyes shifted to the left to gaze at me as he savored my seeds.

Lecuid grunted as he pumped harder and faster into Uda's ass. Both of them shoved back and forth with one on top of the other in bareback. Their wings were spread out wide for easier poses Uda was still holding onto my cock while Lecuid was still masturbating Uda's despite all the pelvis actions that he was doing. Their tails were whipping back and forth in the air. I could see the glistening red dragon cock sliding in and out with hardly any friction, and that sight, that posture, that whole scene, had made me cummed once more. The second ejaculation sprayed itself onto Cadec's glossy chest. His crimson scales expanding from his back to the front merged flawlessly into the sea of lighter shade of warm orange.

"Oh my god-" I cried out when Nem broke off from our elongated and passionate kiss. I could feel Cadec's penis growing limp inside of my ass.

I was heaving my chest. I couldn't get enough air. Somehow, the atmosphere was suffocating and felt like it was boiling me alive. My whole body was drenched with my own perspiration with a mix of other dragons' sex liquid. Beads of sweat constantly dripped down from my limbs and wings (which were pinned under me, in a very uncomfortable way, this entire time).

"My turn," Nem said happily as he took over from Cadec. His member was long and thick. The tip was pointy with pre cum dripping off from it. It shimmered brightly from the sunlight near the entrance of the cave.

I swore that my face had turned white when I heard those dreadful words. "N-no… come on… y-you can't be-"

Cadec only glared at me once before my heart skipped a beat and I shut my mouth, hoping for the worst. I was so worn out that I felt like my strength had been sapped out of myself completely. It was like a hole had suddenly opened up beneath me and I was falling deeper and deeper into it, into a void of utter darkness which no soul could escape from; a darkness, like a serpent of the night seeking mortal flesh which it greedily feasted on. My legs were raised up once more. They were soaked. My anus was smeared with cum, which Nem lovingly coated some on his fingers and put them into his mouth, tasting them. I was weak and nearly lifeless. It was faster this time that I felt the entire length of Nem's dick inserting all the way till the base met with my butt cheeks. With that, he gradually pumped in and out, each time drawing more of Cadec's seeds out of my ass. My anus felt sore and my balls were aching. Still, Nem could care less of how I felt. He only wanted to pleasure himself more than pleasuring me. He licked my feet and foot claws as he hugged my right leg against his muscular chest. My left leg was limp on the ground.

My dick was not hard anymore and was slapping left and right when he increased his pace, pounding me with a strength that was beyond the measurement and description of words. I buried my face into my left arm as my wrists were swollen from the long period of binding against the pillar. Tears began to surface from the corners of my eyes again, as I groaned and whimpered whenever I felt the hard shaft sliding into my butt hole and sliding out.

Cadec's penis was erect once more from the erotic scene. He came to the back of Nem and with a well-timed movement, inserted his member into Nem's ass with a loud relieved yell. Apparently, Nem was very experienced with this kind of sexual activity, because he didn't even need much lubricant or time to make sure that his anus had adjusted to Cadec's thickness. So there it was. The three of us tied in a line. Whenever Nem pulled out his dick and shoved it back into me, his rear rammed into Cadec's hot member.

"Oh…." Cadec groaned as he licked and suckled Nem's sweaty back. With both arms hugging around Nem's chest, he continued to f*** the hot, sticky asshole while proceeding to lick Nem's tense neck. "Oh god, yes…."

With a deep moan, Nem released his load into my butt hole. Because I was f***** so many times, the muscles around the rims of my anus were fairly loose and swollen. I could feel his cum leaking out silently with his large cock pulsing inside of me. Every time I contracted my butt, more cum came shooting out from the enlarged member. My penis jumped a bit. Lecuid also came with a feeling that sent him over the edge. Uda also cried out at the same time as he, too, ejaculated. His creamy liquid squirted onto my neck and face while Lecuid's own sperm started spurting out from Uda's asshole. Both dragons roared and trembled as they entered a realm of pure delight.

Nem pulled out his own cock and I could hear a loud wet pop with a river of hot cum flowing out. He leaned over my sweaty body and began to kiss me on the mouth, tasting Uda's cum in the process. I, too, used my tongue and licked up the globs of whitish cream while experiencing Nem's the dripping mouth. Droplets of sweat landed onto my stomach and chest as Nem hovered above me. We continued kissing and I started sucking on his tongue with the heat that somehow, some way, started to return once more.

After a while, all four protector dragons were on the ground, panting, and exhausted. I was still tied against the pillar. I was dazed and wasn't sure what was going on. A large pool of draconic semen was around and over me.

"Y-you are great… y-you freaky dragon…," Cadec laughed with labor as he lay on his back with his eyes closed.

I didn't even hear what he had said. Before I could reopen my eyes in utter drowsiness, I heard someone running toward the cave.

"Ararez!"

My ears perked up as my eyes suddenly flew open. "Kasaran!?" I shouted even though my voice was squeaky and my throat was dry.

I had never thought I'd seen a scene as beautiful as when my lover showed up at the entrance of the cave. His giant body (though still smaller in comparison with the protector dragons) was in black when the rays of temperate sunlight bathed his back and cast a sea of shadow to his front.

When he saw me, he quickly leaped to my side and slicked through the leathery ropes with his claws.

Holding me gently in his arms, he asked with concern: "Are you okay?" His eyes shown a sign of slight relief when he saw me nodding softly. "I'm sorry that I didn't come to rescue you earlier. A group of protector dragons in my village told me to join our seasonal hunt for some odd reasons. When I came back to the stream after two hours, I saw that you were gone. But what really worried me was a pile of sleep-inducing grass roots that had been left behind near the spot where you were sleeping. I thought that something had happened to you and I began to look for you." He kissed my forehead before he said with happiness: "Thank god you are all right!"

I smiled weakly and I said: "It's… all right… a-as long as you are here… everything will be fine…."

Kasaran then placed me tenderly back onto the ground before he stood up and glared at the four red dragons that were eyeing him with amusement. They weren't afraid of a common dragon, especially one that was a size smaller than they were.

"How dare you do this to Ararez!" Kasaran roared with rage. His eyes were turning from deep brown to flaming yellow. Fangs bearing and muscles tensing, he took a step forward. "How dare you take advantage of Ararez with these Sleeper Grass?"

Cadec laughed as he side-glanced my lover. "What are you going to do then? Come on, tough guy. Let's see what you are made up of."

With another furious roar, a sound that was filled with pure hatred and murderous anger, Kasaran opened up his pair of large wings and dashed toward Cadec. He kicked up massive amount of dirt and dust as his foot claws dug into the ground with an immense power. Even though the protector dragons were tired out from the f*** session that we just had, they were still, after all, protector dragons. Their endurance and energy were much higher than regular common dragons. With a laugh, Cadec leaped up from the ground and spun wildly, delivering a sickening smack across Kasaran's neck with his massive and deadly tail.

With a grunt, my love crashed against the floor with a long streak of bloody wound on his neck. Sucking in a deep breath, he quickly got up and sidestepped just in time before Nem could slice at his neck from the right. But then a massive head butt slammed into his chest as Uda tackled from the other side. Kasaran yelped out in pain as reddish blood poured out from his mouth. He flew backward from the impact and smashed against the cavern wall. A large fracture was created and several small rocks fell from the ceiling. I tried to shield myself from the falling debris, while Cadec and Lecuid laughed and teased Kasaran.

"Come on! Tough guy! You were saying something about us?" With a thunderous kick, Lecuid's large foot came into contact with Kasaran's stomach.

I recoiled from that terrifying crunch as two of my love's ribs were broken and he flew upward from the floor, slammed into the ceiling, before crashing back onto the ground. His grayish back was covered in white dust, as more rocks fell from the top. Some of the stony debris pummeled his wings while he tried to protect himself from further injuries. Rage was surging inside of me as my fangs gritted together with desperation. Kasaran tried to get up with the support from his quivering arms, but he fell flat onto his face after a vain attempt. Cadec brandished his dangerously sharp claws and waved them back and forth in front of Kasaran.

"Since you know what we have done with this freak over here, we can't possibly let you live. After all, the elders would have punished us," Cadec snickered as he pointed the tip of his claws against Kasaran's trembling neck. "See you in Hell, bitch."

I couldn't hold back anymore. Something snapped inside of me. A torrential wave of strength filled every cell of my body. My eyes were glowering at the four bastard dragons before me. With the new form of energy wrapping around my essence, I got up from the ground. Cadec and the others still looked at me as if I was nothing. With an evil smile, he started to shove his claws into my lover's neck, where the main artery was located.

"STOP IT!" I screamed out as loud as I could. The sound of my voice boomed throughout the cave and the entire place trembled.

Then to my surprise, I opened up my mouth and a searing sphere of liquid flame suddenly shot out from my throat. The orb of death was pure white. It cast a style of radiance that was brighter than the sun outside. The area became boiling hot as the ball of flame whistled through the space toward the four crimson dragons. They cried out in shock and disbelief. They tried to dodge my assault on them, yet the sphere of fire began to grow bigger and bigger. Soon, the center of the fireball became light blue and the outer rims were pale white. Streams of faint silvery light shot out from the core of the sphere and they sliced up the solid cavern walls as if they were made up of mud.

Cadec caught the orb squarely in his chest as he shrieked in absolute agony. The other three dragons were also caught in the growing fireball. Soon, they were pushed backward by the unlimited force and rammed into the pillar that they had tied me to not too long ago. The supporting column fractured and the area exploded without warning. Kasaran and I yelled in fear as we were blown out into the barren land outside. We flipped and twirled in the air for a while before landing hard onto the rock-littered ground. The whole cave detonated with a terrifying boom and a ring of dark blue blasted out into the horizon. The powerful energy continued to roar into the sky above. A pillar of golden beam shone upward from the cave for a minute before it leisurely dissipated. The sound of the thundering explosion still lingered around into the distance and a hail of debris started to rain around us. Kasaran and I used our wings to shield from the wreckage.

After a while of silence, Kasaran looked at me weakly. I could only stare at him with half-closed eyes.

Finally, he whispered: "Next time… warn me first before you unleash Hell onto other dragons."

Oddly enough, I started laughing when I heard that.

To be continued….

End Chapter 5
It wasn't entirely rape. He was, enjoying it, more or less in the end. I can see why some people won't like it though. Unfortunately, the only way I can progress the story is to go through some form of dire situation without deviating too much from the actual theme overall. It's something that I have been thinking for a while and still came to the same conclusion that it has to be done this way.

I think there are two reasons why it ended up like this:

1. Through this, the character of Ararez will be much stronger because he learns something that's hidden within himself that he doesn't know at all.

2. Through this, the relationship between Kasaran and Ararez will be stronger because they have both gone through this kind of experience/incident together.

It's not that I can't take criticisms. No, no. I'm really happy that you are honest with me because this will give me a deeper insight as to what readers want to see.

But yeah, I can see why you don't like it and I apologize greatly for that. My skill is still limited.

Heh, I wouldn't say I didn't like it I just didn't really like the chapter compared to the others, but that's how it goes when writing, and without a little conflict…it just wouldn't be worth it!

And good, most people can't take even a little bit of criticism, they think its a direct attack. Usually its about the best gift you can give a writer besides a "Thank you". While most enjoy that, they aren't told what that person liked/hated. I know in one of my stories someone PMed me and groaned on and on about there not being enough sex scenes, which wasn't really criticism…more complaing, heh

Keep it up

A truly excellent story. Personally I feel each and every chapter deserves the largest amount of credit possible. Not only is the intimacy itself beautiful, but the entire story has been so well put together it is just as enjoyable as any love making. Many people just hurry to cobble together a love scene and leave it at that, but you've created an entire realm of novel proportions. It's wonderful to be able to read something like this and enjoy the scenes behind closed doors when you have the history and the world. It's among some of the best stories I have read here and also has some unexpected turns. I never anticipated that last chapter, and although like some others, I'm not a fan of such things, the plot elements more than make up for it and for me at any rate, turned it into another part of the story just as good as any other.

Absolutely gorgeous and vivid work that paints a cinema moment as effectively as any book.
Thanks for the well-wishes, you guys. I felt better now after a few days of rest.

As promised, here's chapter six. This chapter is more focused on plotline rather than just sex scenes, so hopefully you guys will like it. As usual, I didn't really double-check it and I have rushed through it once again.
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Chapter 6

We couldn't stay in the Aro Village any longer. The news of four protector dragons being killed had traveled throughout the area. Many dragons knew what happened. They knew what those dragon did to me was against their code. They also knew that I didn't have a choice, as they were attacking Kasaran. However, those four dragons were protector dragons after all. Such status held a pretty high place in other common dragons' hearts. So with the guilt and the uncomfortable mood that had developed as Kasaran and I limped around the village looking for Talone, we had decided to leave as soon as our injuries had healed enough.

Talone wasn't happy to hear that we were being driven away by other dragons (although we had told him that it was our decision to leave in the first place). He went off in anger to approach the elders of Aro and demanded that they should send out an announcement to clear our images and names. Even though the elders were very sympathetic toward my abuse, they were in a very bad dilemma. If they chose to support what I did, and me then that meant protector dragons was nothing more than just common dragons (they were the proud ones of their uniqueness). If they chose to support the protector dragons, then that meant what those four bastards did to me was acceptable (which it clearly wasn't). Either way, one side would be left unsatisfied and frustrated.

I knew that the bond within the village would be destroyed if I were to linger around in an absolute shameless gesture. So after Kasaran got better (which was a week after the incident), I persuaded him to leave with me. I knew it was selfish of me to force him to leave his homeland, but I loved him. He also knew the situation and he stood by me regardless of all the other protesting voices echoing everywhere, as everyone realized that he was leaving with a stranger that had caused such mayhem. So as I was standing before the elders with my head low, Kasaran gripped my hand tightly in his. It was an affectionate support and I was grateful for it.

Before we departed for our aimless journey, one of the elders for the Aro Village pulled me aside to a secluded place. Behind us was a large, barren cliff wall of gray. Layers of fractured rocks piled up in a towering stance, as fresh plantations sprouted here and there among the cracks that were filled with mountain dew moistures. I was puzzled for a while the aged golden dragon gazed at me from top to bottom. To be honest, I was a bit nervous with him observing me like this. It was similar to how those four rapists looked at me before they violated me.

With a sigh, the elder said in a deep voice: "You are truly unique…."

I was confused completely. Staring at him in utter silence, all I could do is wait for his next sentence.

"Ararez. Do you know why protector dragons can spit out fireballs or long streaks of flames?"

I shrugged as my tail slapped against my wings in absolute boredom. "I don't know. Maybe because they are born this way?"

Shaking his head and chuckling slightly, the elder said: "No. It's because of the Nemca aura that is within them. Dragon weren't born just so that they can spit fire naturally. The world is a magical place, Ararez. Perhaps you haven't met up with a human that can channel his or her Nemca aura easily, but all living beings have Nemca aura within them."

"What are you talking about?" I was at a lost. Tilting my head and gazing at him with my blue eyes, I asked: "Nemca? Aura? What?"

Holding up a hand, the elder gestured me to stay silent (which I immediately did when I saw the impatience surging within his eyes). "In human world, they call us golden dragons the magical dragons. We can channel our Nemca aura to a point where we can accomplish almost anything. The Dragon Spirit Himself passed down the knowledge for such ability, such skill eons ago. But that's not all. Human realm's spiritual guide is the offspring of the Dragon Spirit. The counter-part of our holy divinity was weaker than His father. Ararez. Do you think that we have named different dragon [SPAM] like so just because those titles sound better?"

I nodded my head. After all, calling all dragons under the same status title was rather… confusing, for each separate group of dragons (regardless of which village they lived in) had different abilities.

"No, Ararez. We called common dragons like so because they couldn't channel their Nemca. We called protector dragons like so because they could channel a portion of their Nemca. We call ourselves the elders or the golden dragons because we can use our Nemca with our will, freely."

"What can one that channels this… aura… do exactly?" I pondered out loud. Oops. I just remembered that the elder had told me to stay quiet.

Turning around and gazing at the other dragons working and chatting among themselves in the distance, the golden dragon thought for a brief moment (good thing that he didn't punish me or anything for speaking without asking first). His lush golden scales had this mix of yellow and light orange, which were just beautiful under the glimmering sunlight. His massive tail whipped back and forth leisurely. Its sheer size had created a series of short gusts that stirred up the warm sand on the ground. His wings had cast a large shadow upon me. The dark entity crawled from my legs to my face, as I gazed into the muscular back of the giant dragon.

Finally, he answered: "When one uses Nemca, that individual can do anything, basically. Everything from creating water to growing plants. If used in the right state of mind, one can bring life to this land. However…." His voice trailed off a bit before turned back and faced me. "If one is to use this energy on mindless ambitions and selfish goals, then death can come forth. Throughout the centuries, I've seen dragons gone rogue. They've used their Nemca on malicious purposes. Their powers were immense. I cannot remember how many brave protector dragons had died while fighting those rogue dragons. I was a young dragon back then and being a golden dragon with our ancestors' reputation on the line, it took everything that I got to pacify the chaos."

"Were those dragons golden dragons as well?"

The elder's eyes were suddenly wide with slight annoyance displayed, but he quickly returned to normal and nodded with shame. "Not all golden dragons are good, Ararez, just as the same as all other dragons. The four protector dragons that had mistreated you badly were one of those examples of rogue dragons and their evil state of minds. You were lucky to be alive. They could have used their fireballs to kill you and Kasaran."

"But they didn't," I whispered.

Smiling to me, he said: "Indeed, they didn't. But even if they did, they couldn't harm you, they could harm Kasaran."

Now I was really mystified. "What do you mean?"

"You are not an ordinary dragon. I am sure that others have told you many times already-"

"They sure have," I interrupted with displeasure. "I don't know how many times I have been called a freak, mutant, beast, or whatever."

Holding up his hand once again, the elder said softly: "But what I'm saying right now is completely different than what those foolish beings have said to you." Putting a finger with the claw retracted in the middle of my heaving chest, he continued: "Inside of you is a sea of Nemca that is different than any other dragons'. You are not a pure bred dragon, Ararez, I know that already. What really fascinates me is how you are able to obtain both the Dragon Spirit and His son's auras at the same time. You see, us dragons have Arcine, the Dragon Spirit. Humans have Erdine, the Dragon Spirit's offspring. The two are technically different from one another in terms of aura resemblance. And up till today, no dragon can combine both unique Nemca aura to form a whole new line of energy."

"So…?"

"So that means you have the strength that surpasses any of us to date," the elder grinned. He was excited at meeting me, I guess. "I've investigated the cave that you have obliterated. There's no doubt about it. The attack you have unleashed equaled to fifty protector dragons' strengths combined. The pillar of light I saw from the disaster zone was the full strength of your Nemca at work. It had literally opened up a hole in the mortal realm into the spiritual realm, believe it or not."

I started laughing suddenly. "Come on, elder. This is too farfetched. Mortal realm? Spiritual realm? You are now talking fantasy." It really was absurd. What kind of insanity would one dwell in to believe this kind of childish talk? But the golden dragon wasn't laughing. In fact, he was so serious looking that I shut up immediately.

"Ararez, you may not believe in magic, but it's all around us. Its very nature is the essence of life. Whenever one channels this energy, he or she uses the power of life force to accomplish the tasks that he or she needs to do. Your parents are a mix of protector dragon and human that can use this aura as well. So naturally, you have the gift from both sides. If you train further, your ability can advance to a level that can change the balance in this world."

I was going to dismiss such remark until I began to think hard about it. Gazing at my light blue arms, I contemplated: "Is it true? Are you serious?" My light scales shined brightly as I turned my arms left and right.

"I'm dead serious," the elder confirmed with a stern tone. He then handed me a scroll that was made up of deerskin. It was large and ancient looking. Some dark brown stains could be seen on the outer edges of the object. "Perhaps you don't believe me now, but when you have the time and the opportunity, why don't you open up this scroll and practice whatever content that is in it? Maybe then you'll be convinced."

Looking up, I asked: "But why telling me all this?"

"Because I don't want you to turn evil due to all the hatred that has been bottling up inside of you. I can feel it, Ararez. The wrath that is struggling to break free from within your innocent mind has just found a crack. That massive attack you have unleashed a week ago demolished half of the mountain. I knew then, that I must have a word with you on this subject." He then turned his back on me and looked over his shoulder with eyes glowing deep red instead of light yellow. With a terrifying voice filled with rage, he concluded our little talk: "Because if you turned rogue, I'll have to hunt you down and kill you."

Our little chat ended not so well. The main reason was because I was horrified at the implication that the elder would tear me into pieces if I were to release my anger on other innocent beings. Yet, was it possible? I would never do such a thing, no matter how much I hated when someone eyed me as if I was a freak. When Kasaran asked me what was wrong, I stayed silent while holding onto the large backpack composed of reeds, leaves, and other ropes. Inside laid the scroll. Suddenly, I felt tired and worn out.

When we finally left Aro Village with Talone waving goodbye, I looked up into the empty blue sky. It was such a magnificent day. Not a single cloud was in sight. With a nod, both of us opened up our wings and soared into the air. The rush of wind was refreshing, as I was trying to understand what the elder had said. My backpack slung across my back was heavy, not because of the scroll, but because of the intense atmosphere enveloping it completely. Like a shadow serpent preying under the freezing moonlight, the feeling was extending its arms around my mind and gradually tightened the hold. Soon, I was trembling while trying to stay afloat.

"Are you okay?" Kasaran yelled over the roaring gust. He flew close to me and touched my shoulder gently. "Hey! Ararez! How you hold up there, buddy?"

Snapping out of the spiraling trance, I smiled weakly and replied: "Fine. Just fine. Don't worry about me!" But I knew that he was worried and concerned, for I didn't say much afterward.

We stopped for a quick lunch after a few hours of flight. Beside our campground, a large lake could be seen. Its surface rippled with sparkling water droplets whenever a fish had jumped up from beneath the lake. While Kasaran left to hunt for food, I sat at the bank of the waterbed and opened up my backpack. The scroll was huge in my hands. After unraveling it, I had to spread it across the damp grassy floor. It smelled like someone had smoked it centuries ago, with a hint of mold's wetness.

"Water barrier enchantment?" I read out the poorly written words that were in black. "A type of aura manipulation that only golden dragon [SPAM] can use. One must submerge into the essence of the water, feeling its presence, understanding its nature, absorbing its power…." After reading through all the instructions, I scoffed and lay on my back, just observing the heaven while considering everything that had happened ever since I had left my homeland.

Finally, I made up my mind. Whether if it were a lie or a trick or whatever, it wouldn't hurt just trying it out. I gathered a deep breath as I closed my eyes. I seek for the center point of my aura (whatever it was) and tried to channel it toward all four limbs on my body. I could feel a swirling sensation inside of me. Before me, everything was pitch black. It was a vacant region where nothing existed. For a while, it remained like so as I stood like an idiot beside the lake, trying to use my Nemca aura. But after several minutes, nothing happened. I was going to give up with a feeling of being tricked, until I abruptly saw a searing flash in front of my closed eyelids. Quickly, I imagined that I was using some sort of force to pull that flash of white across the darkness. The more I stretched it to the sides, the more energy I felt building up inside of me. I was tired before, but now all the exhaustions had been driven away, replaced by a strength that I had never experienced before.

I was too early to celebrate. I tried hard to push out the power within me, but something was blocking it. No matter how I tugged at the whiteness (which had now stretched all the way across my vision behind my eyelids like clay), it just wasn't happening. My breath became fast and shallow while I strained hard.

I then remembered what it said on the scroll. Feeling the presence of the water. Understanding its nature. Absorbing its power. Easier said than done. The more I tried to imagine a bed of water in front of me, the more energy was starting to seep away from me. All those accumulations of aura were starting to drain out of me in a useless way. In fact, with my Nemca shifting wildly away, I began to feel more tired than ever. I didn't want to give up though, even though I was losing the battle. It was like a tug-a-war. Only my opponent was this ocean of strength that defied against my will. Deep inside, I was angry. Angry that I was a failure at everything. Angry that everyone was ignoring me. Angry that my life was nothing but misery. I wanted to show them that I was not just a nobody. I wanted to show them that I was also a dragon that had feelings, emotions, and sentient thoughts. I was not just a tool, just a punching bag, or just somebody that could be ridiculed over and over again without any consequences.

The more I had these thoughts swelling in the back of my mind, the more fury was building up. Now I had a chance to prove to others that I was better than them and I couldn't even accomplish one measly little enchantment! f*** this!

With a scream, I opened up my eyes. They were dark orange as I continued to roar into the sky. All the hatred within me were spilt out and I couldn't even notice Kasaran gaping at me from afar, as he just came back happily with a large wild boar in his arms. A torrential wave of energy exploded outward as I continued to bellow as loud as I could. The ground beneath me sank downward and pieces of soil shot upward. I could feel my Nemca slithering around my body in a blanket of light silver. At last, I focused everything into one single focal point in the middle of my palms while I stretched out my arms with my veins bulging out of my flesh. A clear image of a cool water droplet engraved solidly into my mind.

Without warning, a massive detonation occurred as several tones of water blew into the air and merged into a mega sphere. Nearly all of the water in the giant lake was hovering above the ground. A heavy shower of water rained from the sky from the initial explosion. Translucent bubbles as big as a deer twirled within the ball of navy-colored liquid. Around the outer edge of the sphere, several streams of water shot out and curved around the entity. I glared at the scene in front of me, while I continued to focus my mind and my aura. The area was filled with a power that could not be described with words. Trees and grass seemed to be light up brightly in a shower of golden beams. They were fluttering under the intense pressure generated by me. My wings were extending widely and my tail was straight behind me. I gritted my teeth. The rage seemed to be pouring forth on and on, like an endless wave of ocean water.

Finally, I couldn't hold it much longer and fall onto the ground with sweat drenching my body. The massive sphere of water suddenly broke apart and came crashing down onto the lakebed with a deafening roar. The ground trembled for a while before everything settled within a thick mist of vapor. I was on all fours while panting heavily and squinting my eyes. The rage was still there. I grasped a handful of grass with tears flowing out of my eyes. I started pounding the soggy ground and every time my fist came into contact with the disturbed soil, it was smeared with a coat of cold and slippery mud.

When I felt a hand touching my back, I whirled around and swung my left fist at the assailant. But I stopped immediately when I saw it was Kasaran. He was looking at me with eyes filled with fear as he fell onto his butt and shivered.

"It's… it's me! Ararez! It's me!" He shouted as he tried to talk some sense into me.

I was still heaving my chest while trying to gulp down enough air to calm myself down. With orange eyes still fixing dangerously onto Kasaran's face, the only thought that went through my mind was to kill. Yet, I couldn't. I couldn't. I just couldn't. He was my love. He was everything. If I killed him, then I would have to kill myself. I just couldn't. I…. Suddenly, I broke down and started weeping. Kneeling in front of him, I buried my head into my arms as my body shuddered. Kasaran saw how confused and dazed I was.

Tenderly, he cuddled me against his chest. "It's okay, Ararez…. It's okay. I was not hurt. It's okay…."

"It's not okay!" I screamed. My voice cracked and muffled as I cried against his warm body. "It's not okay! I don't even know what's going on anymore! Why must it be like this? Tell me!"

He offered no answer as he continued to hug me tightly. I could hear him crying with me too and that had made me felt worse. Before I could say anything more, he lifted my head and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Ararez. You are who you are. There's nothing to deny about it. And no matter what you do, I'll always be with you because I love you. So it's all right, really."

I just gazed at him with tears flooding my eyes. Kasaran wiped away his own tears as he laughed.

"It feels good just letting it out, doesn't it?" He knew how I was feeling. He knew.

The anger slowly melted away into blankness as I continued to look at him. Finally, I gave him a kiss on the lips and pushed him onto the ground. As oddly as it seemed, with how Kasaran understood what I was going through, it only made me loved him more. And at the time, I just wanted him to myself. He was everything to me. Within minutes, both of our cocks were covered with saliva and pre cum, as we took turn fucking each other's ass with great passion. It was a mood that no one would comprehend, for the relationship between me and Kasaran was sacred and unique only to us. And I was even more turned on when I saw Kasaran on all fours in front of me with his back arcing beneath me, while my dick was pumping in and out of his anus with wet slurping sounds. Every time I pushed in, I could feel his muscles contracting and sliding around my rock hard member. It was hot inside and my dick was enveloped in a sea of pure pleasure. I held onto his tail as my hip moved with a good rhythm. Before I could ejaculate into him, he stopped me and we exchanged places. Then it was me that felt a hot, throbbing dragon cock inserting into my ass at a snail's pace. I begged for more, but Kasaran wanted to tease me further. Although it wasn't long before he couldn't hold back and started fucking me harder and faster with more tiring breaths.

It was an hour later when I was kneeling on the muddy ground with Kasaran standing in front of me. His right hand was jerking his long and red cock as I opened up my mouth greedily. Soon, he groaned and shot load after load of steamy cum onto my face, mouth, tongue, neck, and chest. Several shots slowly trickled down my flesh as I opened and closed my mouth, tasting the salty flavor of the semen from my lover. Thin strands of cum draped across my fangs and tongue while I opened up my mouth again and began to lick his beautiful cock. After a brief moment of licking and sucking, Kasaran bent over before me and started sucking my member. I was already in such a heat that it didn't take me long to blow my load. He moaned as he sucked hard and deep while gulping down my seeds. I could feel his wet tongue tickling and caressing the head of my penis. I slid my hands all over his body, feeling the sweat that covered my palms. He then released my member and started kissing from my belly and up to my neck. We then embraced each other and kissed more. I could feel my still throbbing dick brushing against his, as our bodily fluid was spread all over ourselves.

"Feeling better?" Kasaran said between lickings of our tongues.

I had to stop for a bit to say: "Yes."

He continued to lick my neck as I groaned. Then he said: "I guess we don't need to eat lunch?"

I grasped his cock and he gasped in delight. Feeling the pulsing shaft, I smirked and said: "How about we leave it to supper time?"

And with that, he laughed and started stroke my own dick. I knew that it wasn't over yet for our love making session. Although during this pleasurable moment, deep inside of me, I still felt a sinister creature waiting for the perfect moment to appear. I didn't know what to do about that.

To be continued….

End Chapter 6
Hmm… no sex scene, but for a good reason, me thinks. Well, I want to progress the story in a deeper sense of plotline so just sex in every chapter just won't work. Sorry if this turns all of you off.
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Chapter 7

"Are you sure that you want to proceed with the plan?"

Silence. In the blinding darkness, the unbearable stillness was the only thing that existed. Although the twelve shadow individuals were not afraid of anything, for their own powers were beyond normal human wizards and dragon mages, they were uncomfortable while facing the Night Beast himself. A pair of massive red eyes suddenly emerged in front of them. The pupils in that menacing glare were non-existent, as the crimson color seemed to be swirling around and around among the portions of light orange within the eyeballs.

"Each of you have your own tasks… now leave me," Night Beast's voice was so low that the twelve shadows could feel their essences being shaken up by the vibration of the air. "Find that Tra Dragon and kill him. I don't want another being threatening my plan."

One of the shadow beings flicked his dark tail and asked: "What if we coerce him to join us? With his amazing power, we could gain a powerful ally."

"You are too naive to think in such a childish way," the dark entity growled deeply. "Why would he want to join us and our cause?"

"But-"

Without warning, the Night Beast's energy erupted like a volcanic explosion. Even though the Dark Realm was pitch black and nothing could be seen, the twelve shadow beings could feel a formidable surge of aura slamming against them. They couldn't maintain their own strengths while they were being pushed away from their master.

The Night Beast roared as he angrily extended his wings and slashed his giant tail across the Dark Realm plane. "Don't you ever rebuke against me! Now go and do your assigned tasks!"

A colossal sphere of darkness expanded from the awesome creature of the night, as it engulfed everything in its path without mercy.

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It was close to the season of fall, but the weather was still gorgeous. Sky was filled with patches of clouds, but for the most part, it remained clear. The sun was dipping slightly lower in the past few days, for it had detected the whispering footsteps of autumn. Nature was something that could not be defied and the fiery orb in the sky knew when it was time to step aside for the coldness of autumn and winter to take over. A gust of cool wind slithered through dense branches. It twirled around me while Kasaran was talking happily on my left. Both of us had been walking for three days already through this giant forestland. Although we didn't have a predetermined destination yet, we'd figure that we should head toward the west. There was something about west side that beckoned me to follow. I still had no idea what it was. We could have flown over all these towering trees and soggy dirt roads, but Kasaran told me that we needed to conserve our energy. Every time that we exerted ourselves, we would require a full day to recover. Although Kasaran did not have the Nemca that I had, he recovered nearly at the same rate as me.

There were times that he asked me about all the spells and enchantments sealed in that scroll, but I was just as baffled as he was. I could feel the weight of the scroll in the backpack while my shoulders sagged a little because of that. I could feel my aura flowing through my body. I just couldn't use the Nemca as easily as the elder had told me. Perhaps he was just mistaken about my ability. Perhaps I was just a protector dragon (in a physique that was completely different of course). Maybe I was nothing special.

"What are you thinking now?" Kasaran tilted his head as he arced his neck in front of me.

I blinked and looked at him for a while.

"Come on, Are (Kasaran now called me that for short)," he gazed at me deeply. "I know when something is troubling you."

I laughed. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how foolish you are by stepping in the same place twice on the same single track that we have been following ever since this morning."

He frowned as he looked back across his shoulder. His dipped his tail lower and left a long, thin line behind us with the tip in order to test out the softness of the ground. Then he noticed another set of footprints almost overlapping with his.

"Huh… that's odd. Either I'm on the stimulating effects of Sti Herbs or I have lost my sense of balance while chatting with you."

"Nah," I responded with a slight hint of puzzlement. "The prints are too clean. It looks like…" I became quite as I stopped and observed the footprints. Bending down, I continued: "I think it looks like another dragon has been following us very, very closely."

Kasaran's eyes were wide. "Come on, Are. Don't scare me like this. In the broad daylight, we could have seen the stalker miles away. How can we be walking for hours without noticing that someone has been following us?"

I looked up and surveyed the area. The place was rather peaceful. It was serene, almost as if the trees were frozen and the wind disappeared. The path that we were on was littered with leaves and other forest debris. Nothing seemed out of ordinary. Golden beams of sunlight filtered through the tightly packed treetops and formed several solid lines of whiteness across the land of green and brown. I could see a few flowery spores in light purple rising up into the air as if they were angels heading back toward the heaven above. Their fuzzy outlines wavered in the tiny breeze that somehow had gotten past my senses.

"Kas, I'm getting worried," I whispered to my lover when I stood up slowly, still eyeing the surrounding area.

He came up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I could feel my contracted wings brushing against his chest.

"Maybe we are just paranoid. I guess this duel footprints were made by me subconsciously. I mean the ground isn't even. I might have lost my balance all the way from the start." Kasaran was chuckling but I could hear the uncertainly embedded in his tone.

"I guess-"

Before I could agree with him, I found myself flying through the air with a flash of intense pain across my chest. My eyes were seeing yellow and white, as several strands of dark tentacles enveloped me for a second. Closing my eyes, I was about to draw a breath and yell out in agony when I crashed through an ancient cedar behind me. The lofty tree tumbled down from above after being severed from its base. I sucked in a mouthful of air before I screamed and rolled out of the way in the nick of time. Kasaran leaped to the side when the monstrous timber landed onto the soil with a loud bang. Million of leaves and shattered barks flung in the cool air for a long moment before they rained down from the sky, pelting both of us in a sea of rage. A dark brown cloud of dust rose up and immediately covered us.

"Are!" Kasaran cried out when he saw me lying on the floor after the dust had settled. "Are, are you okay?" He gently lifted my head as I coughed out some blood. Damn, it sucked to feel this kind of throbbing pain.

"W-what… the hell just hit me?" I panted and squinted my eyes. Tears were flowing out of my eyes. My chest felt like someone had just swung a human-made sledgehammer against me.

Before my lover could answer (which obviously, he would have said he don't know), in my distorted vision, I could see a small spot of blackness on the uneven land slowly rising up. Kasaran's eyes were wide with disbelieve when he saw the mysterious spot suddenly became a dragon in black. The stranger was giving out an atmosphere of dreariness, as he twisted his neck left and right while extending and contracting his wings. Tail twice as long as mine was slicing back and forth behind him. His eyes of dark orange stared straight at me. All of a sudden, I felt a sense of fear flowing through my mind. It was the first time I had felt such a hideous mood of murderous fury.

"K… Kas," I said quietly when I could see that he, too, was trembling in apprehension. "Kas!" I shouted when he wasn't listening me to me. When he finally did, I said: "Leave this place… right now. This dragon… is not normal."

"Well, I can see that!" He exclaimed in a way that implied how stupid I was for telling him something as apparent as that. "I can't leave you like this, Are! You are hurt!"

Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close to me, I grumbled: "Listen here. You are going to leave me here and run. I can still move. I was just dazed and out of breath, but now I am fine. With you here, you are going to be a liability. I cannot battle against this beast with my aura if you are still here, being a victim. Do you understand me?" When I saw his lips were trembling, my voice softened by a huge margin. "Kas. Please just listen to me this time, my love. I'll be fine. Keep on heading west and I'll meet up with you later. Please."

It could be because he could understand how dire the situation was. It could be because he knew how weak he was compared to me. Either way, he reluctantly nodded.

"I love you, Are…" his voice was cracking as tears started to form.

Wiping at the corner of his dark brown eyes, I gave his face a few licks. "I love you too. Now go!"

"You think you can run away from me like this?" The black dragon sneered. "Pitiful."

Abruptly, a thin line of shadow extended from his body and transformed into a pike. The pointy tip was amazingly sharp. I knew that. Kasaran was going to be killed. I also knew that. Mastering all the energy inside of me, I shoved my love away from me. In a quick spin, I was on one knee with my left arm extended outward. A sudden rush of Nemca appeared from the center of my body and rapidly gathered at the edge of my straining palm. When the black pike collided with my hand with a deafening boom, a wall of light blue appeared. It wasn't solid. It wasn't liquid. It was something that was odd and bizarre. It was so… magical, in a way, that I was half gaping at it and half hoping that it would last, for the attack from that bastard beast had been stopped by that small barrier of light. The scenery beyond such barrier formulated by me was wavering back and forth, almost as if it was a simple mirage in the searing desert of death.

"Go!" I yelled when I noticed how Kasaran was on his back, propping himself slightly with both elbows. "I'll keep him busy!"

Kasaran was about to ignore my words, but when he saw the massive amount of dark energy materializing behind the black dragon, he was shocked and obeyed. Soon, he was crashing through brushes and branches, while looking back at me constantly, hoping that I would follow him. But I knew that I would be with this enemy for a while, because I could feel his strength doubling every time I tried to drive back the dark aura. My left hand felt like it was burning. It was as if I had placed my hand into the core of a howling flame, with my flesh gradually roasting among the dancing embers. Between both of us, our two opposite energy merged into one and created a storm of power. Wind was gusting from the center of our little tug-a-war. More branches, leaves, dirt, and other forest remain whirled around us. Beneath me, the ground slowly sagged downward and I could see the same thing happening at the spot where the dragon was standing. White lightening flickered and crawled around us, snaring at anything and everything around the region.

With a roar, I channeled most of my Nemca into a single, focal point on my left palm. My eyes turned dark orange and I pushed the entire assaulting aura upward into the sky. The place exploded in an unyielding line of black and blue, while the clouds were chased away by the rushing force that shot off from the land below. The towering force continued to thicken, to a point where space was distorted and a rippling-effect could be seen for miles from where we were. Day turned into night for a full minute. Trees were burning. Grasses were charcoaling. When the blinding light faded, all I could see was smoke raising around us. The dark dragon only snickered as he folded his arms across his chest. His tail lightly tapped the ash-colored ground.

Panting and sweating, I asked angrily: "Who are you and why are you attacking me?"

Side-glancing me, the egoistic stranger grinned slyly. "Ararez. It's my pleasure to finally meet you. The Tra Dragon himself presented before me. Such honor." Displaying rows of elongated fangs, his blood red tongue slid out and licked his lips. "My name is En. I am one of the Twelve Shadow Dragons serving the Night Beast master. You don't need to know what we do and all the little details. Suffice to say, I'm here to kill you."

"Why? For what?"

He took a step forward. I could still see an abundant layer of intense aura in pure blackness coating his flesh. I knew, in my mind, that he was a dragon that could have the power rivaling the golden dragons.

"For what, Ararez?" En laughed as he closed his eyes and shook his head. Reopening his eyes, he glared at me with those deep red pupils. "It's simple. Night Beast master wants us to kill you because you are a threat to his grand plan. Of course, I don't see what's so dangerous about you. After that little contest we've had a moment ago, I can safely say that you are pathetically weak."

I growled with my fangs bearing at him but he only laughed harder.

"And to think that I was hoping for a good fight," En continued to mock me as he took another step forward. "Really, Ararez. I didn't use forty-percent of my full power when I tried to attack your little cowardly friend back there. So don't go thinking that you've got what it takes to kill me after blocking a tiny attack from me."

"I have nothing against your 'master', you idiot!" I shouted. Clutching my chest, which was still prickling with pain, I yelled: "You have no reason to harm me or my friend!"

En's mood suddenly darkened noticeably. Eyes glowing with a clear expression of murder, he roared with a voice that was much deeper than before. "We are here to prevent you from messing up our plan! We don't need a justified reason to kill you!"

His voice echoed. With that, the entire area was blown apart with a torrential wave of black Nemca. I cried out in surprise as I tried to use my own energy to shield me from that insane outburst of strength. Yet, no matter how I tried to deflect the surging blackness that seemed to be growing larger and larger in a sphere, I was thrown higher and higher into the air by the recoil of the shockwaves. From the sky, I could see a giant ball of blackness rotating among the trees. Constant flashes of lightening licked the ball and set fire to plantations that were in the distance. Everything inside that death light was eaten up completely.

I closed my eyes briefly to focus my Nemca, as I used my wings to stabilize myself in the chaotic air current. When I reopened them, I saw a flying figure shooting toward me. It was En. Immediately, I turned around and started flapping my wings as fast and as hard as possible. However, En was considerably faster than me.

"You just keep on running, Tra Dragon! I'll hunt you down and kill you!" The black dragon laughed in such a way that resembled an individual going mad.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw a giant ball of black energy howling toward me. I dipped my right wing and grasped the up flow of the air. A rapid left turn was made. The ball passed by within inches. I could feel my shoulders and my back aching with the intense heat generated from that aura attack. But before I could relax though, several other balls of energy were shot toward me. I heaved a deep breath as I folded my wings and wrapped my tail around my legs. I free fell toward the ground swiftly. Those attacks narrowly missed me and landed not too far away. Half a dozen explosions later, a half sphere of light gray could be seen in the horizon. It just bounced up high into the heaven from the ground. A second later, I was twirling around in the sky without any control whatsoever when the roaring boom cast a shockwave so large that a whole bunch of trees were flattened over half a mile.

"Come on, Tra Dragon!" En shrieked, as his eyes were bloodshot. With an ever-enlarging ball of energy in his right hand, he yelled: "Master said you are a threat! But here, you are useless! Useless creatures should die! The strongest live! The weakest die! It's the law of nature! We are going to reshape this world into an order that is logical and not so contradictory!"

I spotted a large lakebed only a few miles from where we were during all this havoc actions going on. An idea formed in my mind. Extending my wings once again, I started to fly toward the lake.

Looking back, I shouted: "Yeah? Well, strongest doesn't mean the smartest! I'd bet you still couldn't kill me even if I stand before you with both of my wings tied behind my back because I can strategize better!"

"Shut up!"

The dark dragon was enraged further. Hatred blinded his judgment as he continued to hurl his energy attacks at me. A mile long of destruction quickly followed me, as I banked left and right in a tight pattern but still maintained a straight flight path. En's Nemca seemed to be unlimited, as he punched more than several dozen craters upon the forestlands. Each time the black aura balls detonated upon impact, I could feel my organs trembling along with the shockwaves. It wasn't long before the sky was filled with snaking smoke and falling dirt. Somewhere back in my mind, I was hoping that Kasaran would be safe from all the falling deaths.

"f*** this! Stop running away like a coward!" En screamed.

I looked back and saw him clasping his hands together. Channeling even more strength within himself, he violently shoved his hands in my direction, palm outward, and yelled: "Black Gates of Summit!"

There was an immense earthquake forming and I stopped right above the glimmering lake. Twelve blocks of black Nemca walls materialized from the ground and surrounded me, blocking my path. Each one of them unleashed a series of energy so dense in nature that I almost couldn't breathe. Gathering my breath, I saw En was drained of his power. He was also within the walls above the land of refreshing water.

"Now you can't run, you little bastard…" His arms were limp as he continued to hover there, snickering as if he had won the battle. His slick dark scales glittered under the setting sun.

I grinned deviously. Something inside of me was starting to appear, but I didn't know what. Shaking a finger, I replied: "And you created this enchantment because you don't want to play the chase game no more?" I was slowly gathering the rest of my Nemca into the core of my soul. "In the end, you have also become weak, like me. What was that phrase again? Strongest live and weakest die?" Sneering, I flicked my tail behind me. My eyes were dark orange and filled with rage. "Looks like you are going to die as well."

"I still have enough strength to punch a fucking hole in your heart!" En cried out in absolute hysteria as he pointed out two fingers.

Before his black Nemca could shoot forward like an arrow, I summoned all of my existing aura around me and released them in a single blast from my right hand.

"Let me show you what I mean by strategize!" I shouted while straining to keep the power flowing inside of me. Oh how I wanted to savor the moment. My emotions were running high. I was thoroughly excited.

"Whua-"

En was about to yell out in surprise when a mega sphere of water encased him within its soft body from out of nowhere. Beneath us, the lake was dry. I had used the water enchantment and injected all of my Nemca into the liquid completely. En tried to move but he couldn't. The body of water was like a series of chains. No matter how he tried to thrash about, no matter how he tried to force his trickling Nemca outside this ball of water, it was all done in futile actions. I could see his black flesh warping because of the flowing currents that circled the sphere. Tiny bubbles bounced around my prisoner, as I finally laughed in an evil way.

"Y-you little-"

He was about to curse at me, but I had heard enough. Closing my fingers into a fist, the giant sphere of liquid leisurely pressed in and condensed into a smaller size. I could hear En screaming in pure agony. I could hear his bones cracking. The pressure within the water had gotten so great due to the condensation that his rich, dark blood was seeping out of his flesh aggressively. It was flowing out in a wave-like style. Almost like strips of fancy ribbons during a ceremony. The tainted blood mixed in with the light navy water, and in my mind, I hated to see it. Water was sacred. His blood was not.

"Absolute Water Jail. The end." I snickered softly.

I closed my fist tightly and with a final scream from my enemy, the ball of water exploded into several other blobs of liquid, which were then splashed into countless of water droplets and spread across the firmament. It wasn't refreshing anymore. The water was dark brown because of the black shadow dragon's blood. Some of them had flown quite a distance in the air and landed on me. I saw a part of his tail spinning past my left arm and a section of his leg falling rapidly into the trees below. I licked the blood off my arms while gazing at the empty spot where En was with my dark orange eyes. The walls of Black Gates of Summit had also disappeared into thin air. Their purpose was pointless.

I didn't know why. Even though it was the second battle (and a very hard one too, or so I thought) that I ever had in my life, I should feel tired and scared. But I wasn't. That rage was still there. The thrill was there. And the more I used my Nemca, the more I wanted to battle. In a sense, I wanted to see my enemies die before my eyes. In fact, I'd think that I would do anything to have battles like todays once again, no matter what the price was. Laughing into the sky, I extended my arms and wings to their fullest. The shower of lake water continued and En's blood dribbled down my face, neck, chest, and the rest of my body.

It was the first time that I felt free.

To be continued….

End Chapter 7
Thanks, Afro.

Anyway, sorry about the delay. I was out of ideas as to how to progress the story.

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Chapter 8

When I woke up, I saw Kasaran sitting beside me. He was looking worried for a minute before his expression changed to one that was filled with relief and joy. I gazed around before getting up. Around us, timbers were either bent or torn from their roots. Massive craters could be seen everywhere and trails of smoke were like snakes, curling and twisting into different directions.

"What happened?" I asked. My throat was dry and I was exhausted. My memory was a blur and I squinted a few times to get my brain working. "Kasaran, are you okay?"

My lover gazed at me as if I had gone mad or something.

"You don't remember a thing, do you?" His voice was timid and I could feel his body trembling with fear. "Are, you…"

"I…?"

"You were… Well, I think we shouldn't talk about it." Immediately after that, he got up and paced around in absolute nervousness.

Smiling without a single clue as to what was going on, I jumped up and felt the world spinning underneath me. "Whoa!" Exclaiming with surprise, I grabbed onto a half-shattered tree trunk with one hand and tried to use my tail as a secondary balance. "Man… something must have hit me on the head, huh? I can't seem to get my bearing right anymore."

Kasaran only gave me a quick glance over his shoulder before he folded his arms in front of his chest and continued to walk around aimlessly. His wings were half-extended. His tail was stiff. It was as if he was getting ready to run away at the first sight of trouble. The only question was - what kind of trouble? All I could see was he mumbling to himself so low of a tone that I couldn't hear him at all.

"Hey…" I got close to him and placed a hand onto his shoulder.

Abruptly, he shoved me away while yelping. I stumbled back a little bit, completely baffled at his drastic reaction.

"I-I'm…" Kasaran started to stammer and I was really worried now.

"Kas… what in the world is going on? Why are you feeling so afraid toward me? What did I do? What have I done to you?"

He stopped and sucked in a deep breath. Looking straight at me, he shook his head. "Are… I… I just think that maybe you need to… you know…."

"Okay, Kas. It's getting really annoying. Just say whatever is on your mind. I want to know what's going on," I was losing my patience already. Feeling slightly irate, I demanded him to give me an answer to his odd behavior ever since I woke up. My temper was fuming because I was tired as Hell and I really couldn't remember what had happened before I passed out.

At last, he got close to me and said: "Are. You just killed another dragon. In the process of that… brutal destruction of the black dragon, you almost killed me as well."

"Huh?" I frowned and leaned my head closer to his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I was running through the forest while looking back at you. Somehow, the black dragon was attacking you, tossing out these black balls of some kind from his palms. You flew in my direction and the balls started to crash behind me. I was so terrified as I screamed and dodged through the trees, hoping that the explosions would not wipe me out with their incredible blast waves. Trees and boulders were shooting everywhere. Dirt and dust were like tornadoes, whirling upward and howling toward me. I had to hide beneath a cluster of ancient tree roots to avoid the debris. I know it wasn't your fault for this frightening experience… but… you've changed, Ares."

I placed my hands on my waist and scoffed slightly. "I've changed? I'm still the same old me, Kas. Come on. Okay, I'm sorry if I had put you in a very dangerous situation. But I really didn't know which way you were running."

"No. That's beside the point. You've changed." Kasaran stared at me in a way that had really made me uncomfortable. "You are not the same old Ararez that I've known a few weeks ago."

Both of us stood there facing each other. It was a really frustrating mood because I loved Kasaran. Yet if he continued to treat me as if I was some kind of monster, then he'd be acting the same way that everyone back at my home village had acted toward me! What was I then? A pure rogue beast that no one could trust, not even Kasaran? It was utter crap!

"Are…" Kasaran probably saw my face had darkened immensely, because he was backing away from me once again. "Look, Are. I… I just think that this whole power issue has gotten into you. When you didn't tap into the hidden power within you, you were… calm and rational. Now look at you. The power has corroded your mind, man. It's… it's making you unpredictable and short-tempered. You need to control it, Are."

"I… am…" I gritted my fangs as I continued to stare at Kasaran. Somehow, the same rage that had surfaced during my battle against En was tickling the back of my mind once more. Its voice was like a serpent's tongue, ensnaring my inner desires and senses, the outmost darkest portion of my mind. Still, I tried to repress it. I just couldn't let Kasaran to get hurt because of me once again.

His gaze became soft as he pleaded with me. "Are. Promise me that you won't use your power again. Please. I'm getting really scared. Having that menacing dragon chasing after us is already bad enough. I just don't want to lose you…."

Finally, I turned away and gazed at the setting sun. "I know, Kas. I… I just wish I know what to do. Sometimes I feel as if the world is against me, you know? Sometimes I just don't feel myself. I don't act like myself. I do things that are beyond my control. I've tried. Really…."

I felt a hand placing on my shoulder and I tilted my head so that my face could rest on it. Kasaran was standing behind me and both of our shadows mingled into one while the late afternoon sun cast a dark golden light across the forest. The front side of our bodies was in a fuzzy glow of bright yellow, while the color slowly diffused into a sea of black. I curled my tail around one of his legs and he licked the back of my neck lightly in a sigh of affection. Still, I knew he was keeping a slight distance from me. He was being cautious. Of what?

Wheeling around without saying a word, which had made my lover twitched in surprise, I took a good look at him. It was only then I realized there was a long slash mark along the left side of his neck. The wound was covered in dry blood. It didn't look like an injury from any of the flying debris that may had flew into the air while I was fighting against the enemy. It looked more like a cut from a dragon's claw.

Pointing to his wound, I asked: "Kas, how did you-"

He was about to make me stop talking when I saw the crusted blood on one of my sharp claws. Frowning, my right hand was trembling as I brought it closer to me. Taking a long gaze at it before looking deeply into my lover's eyes, I was out of breath and completely lost for words.

"I… I didn't want to mention it…," Kasaran whispered as he lowered his head, refusing to face me. "I didn't want you to feel bad about it."

"Did… did I do this to you?" I muttered under my breath as I took a shaky step backward. Shifting my sight to my claw once again, I softly asked: "Was I responsible for your wound?"

"Are. You didn't do it on purpose-"

"No!" I yelled as I closed my eyes forcefully and snapped. "This isn't right! Why would I hurt you? I would never… I-I would never hurt you! I wouldn't!" Reopening my eyes, my face was suddenly drenched with a wave of tears. Gradually sagging down onto the dirt, I sobbed. "This isn't right…. This is absurd! How did I…? When-…. Oh my God…."

Kasaran quickly knelt in front of me and held my shoulders with both hands. His expression was so gentle that it had only made my guilt felt even more intense. Like a knight's sword, the feeling was unbearable as I clutched my chest and bent over. I banged my forehead against the ground, disturbing the fallen leaves that crumbled into countless fragments when my leathery flesh came into contact with them.

"It's okay, Are. The cut wasn't deep," Kasaran was still trying to comfort me, but I couldn't face him anymore. I couldn't be his lover anymore. I had hurt the dragon that I cared deeply about. If I had wounded him, then how in the world could I claim the fact that I loved him? "Are. Please. Listen to me - it's fine. The wound has already started to heal. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were not feeling well and it wasn't anything serious." His voice was also filled with sadness. I knew that he was on the edge of crying as well for seeing what a messed up state that I was in. Yet, I couldn't help it. The remorse was too prevailing for me to handle.

I didn't know how long I had wept before I passed out in complete tiredness. When I woke up once more, it was well past midnight. The moon was large and round. Its pale whiteness was something so clear that it had brought light onto the sleeping lands below. Although all the other animals and creatures were sleeping, I was wide-awake as I lay on the grassy mound beneath a massive evergreen tree. Kasaran was also lying beside me. Judging from his breathing, I knew that he was also wide-awake. The silent night of the fleeting summer season was unbelievably serene this time. With only a few lingering high clouds riding the currents in the heaven, the temperate breeze of a gentle caress from Mother Nature herself was very inviting.

Kasaran was also gazing at the sky. Light blue stars twinkled here and there, and I had lost count as to how many stars were up there. What had happened earlier yesterday was still fresh in my mind, although I had forgotten most of what had occurred during and after the fight with En, the black shadow dragon of a mysterious dark realm clan.

"I attacked you, didn't I?" I said quietly.

It was an elongated silence before Kasaran sighed. "Are. Just… forget about it. My wound is healing up nicely so there's no need for us to continue to discuss about this issue-"

"How did I wound you?" I interrupted as my bluish eyes continued to scan the unlimited sky.

He gave me a side-glance. Heaving another heavy breath, he replied: "After you… killed… the black dragon, in a… pretty nasty way, you were laughing in the middle of the air. I was there, looking at you, while your arms were dripping with blood. I wasn't sure if I should call you or not. The atmosphere around you was intense. It was so heavy in nature that I felt like my own soul had started to depart from my body and disappear into nowhere." Kasaran placed his arms behind his head before he continued: "Then you looked down and saw me. When I saw your eyes, I was frozen to the spot. They were… dark orange. The outer edges of your eyes were black, but the center was dark orange. It was a terrifying sight to see. Before I could run away, you flew down and tackled me to the ground violently. I had cried out to ask you to stop, but you wouldn't listen. I could see your fangs were long and dripping with saliva. Your claws were just inches away from my throat. I tried to push you away but you were too powerful. It was amazing how much strength you could master because you are much smaller than me and yet I could not throw you off. In the end, you knocked away my right hand and use your left claws to struck at my face. I somehow was able to snatch a rock from the side with my free hand and smash it against the side of your skull. Your claws grazed the side of my neck at the last minute before you fell off me in an unconscious state."

His voice ended. I was staring at him while my lips were trembling.

Kasaran then got up slightly with the support of his arms and said: "It's okay, Are. It's all in the past. But I need you to promise me something."

"What's that?"

"Don't use your Nemca anymore. Please. It's dangerous. It's changing you. Every time you use it, your personality transforms into one that is feral and wild. It's just untamable. Please promise me that you won't use it again, no matter what. I don't want to lose you."

My thoughts were in a mess. One half of my mind demanded that I agreed to Kasaran's term. The other half told me to ignore Kasaran altogether. It was a mini battlefield in my mind, as I tried hard to sort out everything. In the end, I gave in. Kasaran meant too much to me. With a nod, I agreed to his terms. No matter what, I wouldn't use my Nemca. In a way, I was glad that Kasaran was with me to prevent me from using my power. I didn't want to turn rogue because of the anger that was still bottling up inside of me. Those years of torments and segregations had all been deposited into a pool of hatred. Such pool was never accessed until I started to use my aura.

I guessed that I would have to get rid of the enchantment scroll. It was also a form of influence that had manipulated my state of mind, and reshaped my train of thoughts and judgments. I couldn't let it dominate over me anymore. I would destroy it the very first thing when the sun rises.

After hearing my resolved answer, Kasaran was relieved. He knew that he could trust me. The question then would be: "could I trust myself?"

So when I was still thinking about such question, I felt Kasaran's hand caressing my chest. Stunning somewhat because I was not expecting such action, I could only watch him with eyes wide.

"I'm sorry for acting like that yesterday," he said lightly. "I just… wasn't sure what to do."

Smiling, I answered: "It's all right. You and me both. It is my fault for becoming dangerous to you."

"Are you still dangerous then?" With that tone of voice, I knew he was implying something deeper than the connotation tumbling at the surface of his words. He was snuggling up to me now.

Giving him a sly look, I whispered into his ears as he leaned close to my chest and started licking it: "why don't you come and find out?"

He started moaning when my left hand slid from his back and down to his bums. Pinching them gently, I used my index finger and gradually rubbed his anus.

"Oh, Are…"

I gasped when he started fumbling with my balls, as my cock was gradually rising from its sheath. The thick and long dragon penis of redness glistened under the moonlight. My chest was covered with the saliva dripping from the slippery tongue of Kasaran's. He was tickling my armpit with his right hand as his left was rubbing my shoulder. His mouth trailed further and further downward until the tip of his hot tongue touched the rim of my cock. I groaned out loud without any restraints.

Tenderly, Kasaran opened up his mouth wide and revealed the broad base of his draconic beast of a tongue. The entire surface area came into contact with my throbbing penis and leisurely slithered from the base of my dragonhood to the tip where the pre cum was obviously flowing already. He continued to do that over and over again and I was shuddering from the sheer pleasure of it all.

"It's been a while since I've tasted you, Are…" Kasaran's voice was deep and his breath was quickened. "It's time for me to taste you once more, my love."

I couldn't reply as one of his fingers somehow made its way into my mouth and I suckled on it. He had already retracted his claws (which I still needed to learn how to do that) so it was safe for me to do so. Whereas for Kasaran, he flinched when the pointy end of my claws somehow had scratched against his ass.

"Sorry-"

"No. It's all right…." Kasaran halted my apology instantly as he was half mumbling through the corner of his lips while he was beginning to suck my dick soothingly.

Soon, he began to suck on my dick hard and fast. I grimaced as I grabbed his butt with both hands. My claws dug into his flesh and made several bloody lines. I knew it would be painful, but it seemed that such pain was heightening his excitement.

"Kas… s-stop… or else I'm going to cum soon!" I yelled when my back was arcing off the semi-uplifted ground and my flat belly was pointing toward the sky.

Kasaran did stop (to my surprise). He licked his lips, which were smothered with my sticky pre cum and smiled. Before I could catch my breath, he grasped my waist and with a grunt, he flipped me onto my hands and knees with my butt high in the air. Licking his fingers a few times, he gradually inserted one, then two, and then three…. I was moaning so violently that I was pretty sure I had woken up all the other sleeping animals near us. My tail was wiggling above my anus, while Kasaran finger f***** me rapidly. I contracted my sphincter muscles and felt his fingers sliding out with a slurping sound, which made the whole scene even more erotic to me. I was about to explode from all the stimulation before Kasaran stopped abruptly once more. I was somewhat disappointed.

Kneeling behind me, he said: "You still haven't returned the favor, Are, my love."

I immediately crawled around and faced his monstrous cock. Thick veins could be seen and judging from the size of his balls, I knew he didn't cum for many days already. Without thinking, I opened up my mouth and gave the tasty meat the first lick. It tasted wonderful as Kasaran was groaning while he closed his eyes. With his hands on my back while my head was bobbing up and down while sucking, kissing, and licking his juicy dick, I could smell his draconic scent around me. It wasn't long before my face and neck were sprayed over and over with his large amount of pre cum because I had stopped sucking on his dragonhood and opened up my mouth wide enough to accept the amazing treat. Some of it dripped onto the floor with a few sticky strands of clear liquid lines from my face. The pre cum's flavor was sweet this time and I greedily tried to lick it all up from Kasaran's pulsing penis. My own cock was shooting off streams of pre cum as well, with some shots landing on Kasaran's knees while the rest was forming a thin, semi-murky puddle with the dirt. The abundant amount of such substance from both of us was evident that neither one of us had ejaculated for a long time.

I was in heaven and didn't know what was going on. When Kasaran flipped me once again onto my back, I didn't even notice it. When I finally realized what was going on, he was leaning over me and grasping both of us dicks with his right hand. I could feel his meat rubbing against mine as both of us kissed and licked each other in the mouth. Soon, our bellies were smeared with our love juice as he started to jack off for both of us. I couldn't hold it back anymore. With a cry, I cummed and shot a massive load of semen onto my chest and neck. Kasaran kept on jerking our cocks as his arm was coating with a thick layer of my creamy seeds. When he whimpered and cried in my mouth, he also came and blew another heavy load of cum all over his chest. The gooey white cum splashed against his muscular body before trickling down onto me. I could feel the hot, steamy draconic semen rolling off the curvature of my body and onto the soggy ground, as our saliva, sweat, and cum were all over us. When I lifted both of my arms and wrapped them around my lover's trembling, slippery back, our love juice was spread onto his flesh.

"I feel sticky," I whispered with strain while Kasaran broke our long kiss briefly. His hand was still rubbing my penis and more cum was leaking out. "I think we need a bath afterward…."

"I feel horny," Kasaran grinned and winked at me. "I think I need more… of you, Are."

Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he quickly slid his dick out of his hand and with a swift movement he pressed it against the entrance of my butt hole. Since it was already lubricated by the initial ejaculations, the massive, pointy cock inserted deeply into me without any hindrance. I moaned as Kasaran once again started to masturbate me while fucking my ass with long and solid thrusts. My legs were in the air while he pinned me onto the ground, licking up our cum and kissing me with passionate moans.

"N-no… Kas… I… Oh my God… I'm going to…." It didn't take me much effort for my balls to jump once again and another thinner load of seeds to come splashing onto our necks and faces. Kasaran's hand was sliding nicely up and down my dragonhood while pointing it to our heads.

With a final aggressive grunt, Kasaran closed his eyes and held his breath. Seconds later, I could feel a flood of warm liquid rushing through the inside of my anus and deep into me. Those thirty seconds felt like three hours, simply because three hours later, I reopened my eyes and saw Kasaran was still pinning me with his sticky and sweaty body. My arms were also still wrapping around his back. His cock was still inside of me and his hand was still clutching my already limp dick. Every time I tightened my anus, I could feel some of his cum flowing out. The feeling of his penis still embedded inside of my ass was a pure delight.

I was about to tell Kasaran to get off me after another fifteen minutes of self-enjoyment of such bodily contact, when I noticed that he was already asleep on top of me. His head was beside my neck. His eyes were closed. His expression was so peaceful that I didn't have the heart to disrupt his slumber. In the end, we remained bonded together until the first light of the morning sun. When I finally fell asleep as the heart-warming heat started to roll through the half-torn forestland, I had vowed silently that I would do anything to protect Kasaran.

Anything.

To be continued….

End Chapter 8
Hey! Finally got a chance to sit down and read chapters 7/8…I hate having to be out late

Chp.7 was very descriptive, well written, and no to mention action packed! Though with the way he was acting near the end…er, I sort of expected someone would get hurt soon.

Ch.8, very nice. You seem to have a knack for balancing the elements out, giving the people who like a touching love story ( *coughs* ) and those who like action, magic, and fighting.

Keep up the good work! And again, thanks for sharing it with us!
hmm.

to be honest, i didn't really like chapter 8. it seems rather rushed/forced to me, like some continuations I've seem where the author is just putting it out for the sake of putting something out to satisfy readers want to "something new", rather than because they actually had a spirit to write at the time.

it doesn't "flow" like the previous chapters did. the story seems to move in jerks and starts, rather than moving smoothly like a well-lubed machine. the same with the dialogue. it lacks the natural flow, the-characters-are-real-beings feeling, that the other chapters had. it seems jerky, clipped, and mechanical, rather than the smooth flow of conversation. the sentences seem shorter and less expressive than they were as well.

in previous chapters, there was enough detail that i was able to hear their voices as i read, but in this chapter, those voices are silent and the story feels empty.

also, it seems to have a number of grammar/spelling errors (like "grasping both of us dicks") that contribute to the aforementioned lack of flow, again speaking to me that it was rushed or that the writer simply didn't have the "writing spirit" to really throw into it.

there's no need to force yourself to write when you don't truly feel like it. we can wait.

I'm hoping this isn't coming across as being harsh with my criticism. I'm trying to be constructive, but sometimes my text doesn't carry what my thoughts say.

Thanks.

New chapter is up and hopefully it's an improvement, somewhat, to the last chapter.
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Chapter 9

Perhaps it was the foolishness of myself for hoping that our journey across the vast, mysterious lands of the unknown would let us prove to others just how great we were as a couple. Perhaps it was the naive nature of my personality for attempting to seek out some enjoyments in life, as we embraced the experiences while wandering around aimlessly. I had a hidden self, one that was so sinister that my walls of resolve were constantly on shaky ground. A self that was so putrid that my soul of faith for something better had begun to corrode ever so slowly. Yet, I was reassuring myself that something good would happen. Something. Anything. Understanding the nature of our travel over the days of rough weathers and awesome terrains was something that I was unable to do. I could not comprehend the purpose for our existence because that part of myself was relentlessly trying to coerce me into the dark side. Corny, I knew. But questions continued to surface, testing out just what was our real goal for visiting different parts of the world, seeing different villages, and interacting with different dragons and their unique cultures.

Kasaran and I flew by day and walked by night. We cuddled together to conserve our bodily warmth. We chatted and laughed during fine weathers, where the glimmering sun was smiling to us and comforting our essences with its gentle hands of golden light. We were less talkative when it was howling wind and heavy down pouring of rain. We had seen massive plains of elongated grass, so lengthy and green that ripples were formed whenever a breeze was sweeping across the area. We couldn't see the end of the land as the horizon bent at the farthest edge of the world. A pale pink of lightness rose up from the edge and elevated upward into the dark blue heaven. Kasaran and I were amazed when we saw just how beautiful the plains were. Winter was approaching fast and the autumn season proved to be bitter cold. Still, I could feel the sensation of rolling around with Kasaran in those flat terrains, and such wonderful image had remained vivid within me. The sensation of fluffy grass brushing against our bodies was something that was so fresh and free at the time, that I felt myself soaring into the sky spiritually.

I remembered a few dragons in one of the many villages that we had visited asking us the question of why we chose to live the way we did. Kasaran only laughed when he saw my dumbfounded expression. Wasn't the answer obvious enough? Wasn't the intention patent enough? It was something that both of us wanted to do because we wanted to live our lives to their fullest. Instead of being bounded by rules and laws governing our true selves, we decided to live outside the systems. Standardized regulations often came in conflict with me (not sure about Kasaran), because I was, by nature, abnormal. How could you tame something out of ordinary? You couldn't. You could try to understand it, but you could not control it. I was beyond normal. It was typical for me to feel relaxed and energized when I was dwelling in a life, in a style that was myself and myself only.

As weeks went by, the relationship between Kasaran and me grew deeper. I loved the way his grayish eyes looked at me. I loved the way he acted. I loved every aspect of him. Although I didn't say it, he knew that I loved him very much as both a companion and a lover. Sure, there were odd looks around us whenever other dragons from other clans saw us hugging each other in public at times, but we didn't let that bother us. And when we left "civilized dragon towns", we let actions did the talking for us. I had already forgotten how many times we made love to each other, just so that we could feel the bond between one another. Kasaran would always tell me how beautiful I looked, with my cool icy-blue colors and green, and my deep navy eyes. I loved how he would lick and kiss my body, as I rubbed his back and wings. He adored the heated cries of passion when both of us were sent over the edge. His fluid was mine and mine was his. We let no secrets between each other as we lay there in each other's arm, just listening to the chilly wind rustle the leaves above us and whistle through the cracks of the rocky areas that we occasionally had stumbled upon.

It was the first snow flake that I saw when Kasaran decided to find us a shelter for winter. Located on the western side where the eastern rising sun would welcome us first thing in the morning, the cavern that my lover had found was perfect. It wasn't too big nor was it too small. It was just vacant enough in size for both of us to squeeze in while leaving some room for rations of animal hides and such. The fire that we made was more than enough to keep the cold away from our sweating flesh, as we constantly had sex with each other.

There were times I asked myself if having sex all the time with my love would be too much and too… deceptive. After all, you didn't need to have bodily contact with your partner to show that you loved them. Still, Kasaran would always, somehow, read my mind, and remind me that we did it because we trusted each other, because we understood each other, because we had gone through so much together over the last four months in the wild. Every time I heard his words in that deep voice of his, my mind would be painted over by a coat of poise, just because I knew he wasn't suspecting that all of our actions thus far were fake. After all, the connotation of utter trickery was visible due to the amount of times that I asked him to f*** me every single day during the snowstorm weeks.

I wouldn't call myself smutty, dirty or anything even close to that, as I hungrily swallowed Kasaran's seeds. Not because the creamy cum was tasty (although I had to admit, it was a unique taste), but because I wanted to show him that I would do anything for him. I was pretty submissive to him all the time, as long as my hidden self did not crawl out from its confinements. Luckily, we hadn't met any other shadow dragons for a while. And even if we did, we would first run and then hide. I had already promised Kasaran that I would not use my Nemca anymore, regardless of the situation.

Kasaran didn't mind these things. He would service me in return by licking up my cum, showing it to me while it was dripping slowly onto his chest, before he gently let it trickled down into the back of his throat. I would never understand why his cock was so fascinating to me, despite how many times I had already seen it in its awesome glory. The long, reddish shaft with a pointy tip, covering with shiny, slippery pre cum, had always gotten me excited without reason. I would always hold his throbbing, searing dick in my hands as I licked and sucked on it for minutes at a time. I just loved how he groaned and begged me to let him ejaculate and I wouldn't comply. We would try different positions while anal f*** each other. We would kiss and slide our tongues against one another for long minutes without breaking off. The cave would always be steamy and had the aroma of sweaty dragon hormones, where our bodies would be sticky and covered with our own fluids of different kinds as we rolled around in absolute delight. The scene itself, whenever I thought back, was always erotic to me.

When the weather became nice again, Kasaran would leave me in our little shelter while heading out to hunt for food. How he was able to catch anything was beyond my imagination, because I'd thought most animals would be hiding from the thick layers of snow outside. But every time he returned, it would be either a snow rabbit, or a deer, or a wild boar. Of course, there were times where Kasaran would have tough luck searching for preys. And after several hours, he would return empty handed. Still, I never blamed him for it. Having him around me was the best feeling ever, emotionally and physically. Ah, the times that we snuggled against each other as we slept were the memories that I could not, and would not, forget. Kasaran was larger than me in physique. He would wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly against his chest. The flesh against my face would be hot and smooth. I would fall asleep instantly under the embrace of my lover. With my tail twirling against his and both of our legs intertwined together, it was cozy to say the least. And who could forget the massive wings of Kasaran's that enveloped both of us together? It was security and safety all mingled into one.

The wintry months were long and arduous. In fact, they were so persistent in lingering around the region where we lived that most of the days I just gazed outside of our entrance; I saw nothing but snow and more snow. The rocky platform that extended itself outward nicely so that Kasaran could land on it and walk inside had already accumulated a few meters of those icy, fluffy white powders. Many times I had to dump them down the steep mountain of ours with my arms and tail. And every time I would be frozen to death due to the merciless temperature of sub-zero weathers. Sky was always covered with dark, gray clouds. Sun had never appeared. With all of these issues that kept on building up, I started to lose my patience. Kasaran had saw how agitated that I had become. Usually he would crack a few jokes to lighten me up, but I could see that the stress was getting to him as well. It had become harder and harder to go out and hunt for food, as the storms kept on coming in one after another. Ever saw the ocean waves during hurricane seasons? How those gigantic arcs of water slamming against the reef towers below was pretty much the way that the storms appeared. Silence for a few hours and then the hurricane-like gusts started to shear the barren cliff walls lining up beside our cave.

Last two weeks of the violent winter were the worst of our experiences in the wilderness. Food was gone with a few piles of bony remains of our meals, and Kasaran was unable to fly out to get more fresh meat. Every time he tried, he nearly collided against the sharp mountain walls with razor spikes of stony elements jabbing at him teasingly. The air current was too chaotic and unpredictable. Whenever Kasaran stumbled back into our warm little house, his wings would be frozen with a thin sheet of ice distorting his body color and hanging off the tip of his flying appendages. It pained me to see him suffer in any way. It wasn't long before I told him not to head out anymore. It was too risky. The blowing snow had dropped visibility to zero and the trees were snapping as the heavy ice crushed their tender branches. It was mayhem outside.

Hunger and fatigue grew into both of us as we sat side to side with each other's arm draped over one another's shoulders. Our conversations had become less frequent, as we started to run out of things to talk about. The cave felt like a prison since we couldn't head out at all. It felt like a wall of winter snow had blocked the entrance and we would not be able to escape from this tiresome captivity forever. Such mere thoughts were enough to make my temper short and explosive. I tried hard not to direct my rage toward Kasaran, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he would endure my wrath. I just wished that the dark side of myself would not appear, because if it did….

I woke up slowly from tiredness one early morning. I expected the coldness to be rushing in from the outside like a serpent invading a peaceful land with intensified fury. But to my surprise, a blinding single ray of light in complete whiteness slithered into the opening of our cave and landed onto my eyes. Like the dreamy, fuzzy look within the sunrise of a fog-filled forest ground, the whole place was glowing in a soft, contented radiance. Instantly, my eyes opened up wide and despite the fact that I was extremely weak from the severe hunger that both of us had endured for days now, I crawled on all fours to the edge of the shelter. My body was trembling.

Birds were chirping and huge water droplets upon the ragged cliff walls could be seen. The sunlight was reflected from the water vapors that somehow hung in the icy air and displayed a rainbow colored brightness that symbolized the dawn of a new life on the lands that twinkled below. My mouth was opened wide as I gaped at the beautiful sunrise that was presented before my eyes. Winter had finally retreated back into its dormant state.

Kasaran grinned as he crawled to my side and just observed the scenery in front of us. For the first time in three months, we could finally see the shining orb in the sky that had brought life to this world silently.

"We made it…," Kasaran whispered with a dry, cracked voice as he tilted his head and leaned against my skinny shoulder.

I nodded as my tail flicked a few times behind me in sheer excitement. Below the platform, eagles were circling and we both knew that food was stirring down in those dense woodlands. With unison, both of us roared into the firmament, as joy filled our minds and all of our problems were wiped out in a sea of wholesome thrill. We knew that with the closing in of spring, we would continue with our exploration of the strange new world once again.

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"Aon! Where the Hell are you?"

The village of Trifle was a human-based settlement, where only a few hundred people cultivated the rich soil that they grew up from. As children were running around playfully and disrupting the activities of grown-ups, Aon, a young adult of the family of six, remained passive. He knew that the incoming springtime would mean school and more work. Personally, he was tired of it all. He wanted to be alone by himself, as he was fed up with all the constant pestering by younger kids that somehow just wouldn't leave him alone. They thought it was fun to mention that tragic event in front of him. His father was killed due to an accident near the mountain ranges five years ago. The massive mudslide buried his parent under several dozen meters of wet mud and several tones of dirt-covered boulders. Ever since then, he had become secluded, sad, and angry. Angry at what? Angry at the villagers. They didn't help his father at all, he knew. He saw it with his own eyes, as those people just stood around the site and shook their heads without even trying. He was the only person, as a kid, that actually got down there and dug with his own bare hands within the torrential rain.

He once asked his mother why they were so heartless. She would only answer: "Because it was too late to save your father. I'm sorry."

The recollection was like a hammer to his mind. "Bullshit!" Aon finally screamed as he ran out of the main gate while his mother was yelling after him.

Tears rolled down his face while he raced as fast as he could. Screw it all. Everyone was a hypocrite. Everyone in that village was a murderer. His father died, for what? For these bastards that claimed they couldn't survey the mountain sides because it was beyond their abilities. Why did his father have to take on such a dangerous task? Why? As father and son, they were very close to each other. So close, in fact, that they could be friends even. They'd fish by the pond during the temperate afternoons and they'd wrestle around to see who was more powerful. His father had taught him things that no other people could teach in a parental relationship. Things like how to make an accurate bow for an example.

Aon didn't know how long he had run. He was breathless as he leaned against a large rock that rested upon a small hill littered with broken twigs and dirty pebbles. Sliding down onto his knees, he sobbed. He could never forgive his father for leaving him like so. His mother didn't really care about his feeling all that much.

"I have your brothers and sisters to take care of, Aon. I can't always baby you." That woman's only words were as cold as the blade of a rusted sword, which stabbed into his heart ruthlessly and began to twist in a slow and painful way.

The quiet suffering that he had experienced for the last five years was starting to take its toll. Depressed and obviously enraged, he had tried to kill himself. Drowning. Jumping off a cliff (that somehow had a thick forest below which cushioned his death fall rather nicely)… he had done it all. In the end, his mother was sick of his self-destructive ways.

"Get out of our house then if you must act like so!" He could still hear that woman's cry. "If you can't be a man already, then you can never become one!"

"f*** you and this place! I don't need any one of you! You guys don't know how I feel nor do you guys know just how ignorant you all are!"

"Get out! Get out and don't come back then! Go and kill yourself! You think you are the only one that is feeling angry and sad about your father's death? What about your siblings? They are younger than you are and yet they are stronger than you are!"

That fight was the trigger point, really. Last night's screaming and kicking were something that Aon could still remember clearly. Its effects were nasty. His hands were still trembling and his knees were wobbly. Nineteen years old already and he still couldn't be mature enough about this tragic incident? It was ridiculous. Yet, he knew that it was something that had made him changed the perspective about human society - it was flawed and filled with sins. Eyes light yellow with dark brown hair; sometimes people would mistake him with some foreign drifter that had ventured into their private space. Those weird glances and such, it made him felt worse. Humans… civilized? What an insane and utter piece of crap. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to be a human. Instead, he would be a creature that was free of social restrains and public discriminations. A creature that was both amazing and powerful, enough where he wouldn't have to reply on anyone and would be able to live alone in total solitude. A creature like-

And there they were. His grieving was interrupted. His ideas were broken. Aon thought he was dreaming as his watery eyes were blurring the image in front of him. As he wiped away his tears, he saw a large bear was running away from two massive beings. A tornado-like whirlwind could be seen that towered into the heaven when two pairs of monstrous wings flapped with intensity. Shadow overlaid onto Aon's surprised face as he gaped with absolute shock. Tails as thick as tree trunks flickered back and forth, producing strong air pressures that sent several boulders not too far away flying into the woods.

The dragons roared as they continued to chase their prey. The eight hundred pound black bear had its untimely demise, when one of the smaller anthro dragon beings dove downward with incredible agility and dug its claws deep into the back of the frightened animal. A loud boom could be heard and dirt was tossed into the air. With a terrifying squeal, the bear collapsed and a thick stream of blood sprayed high into the clear blue sky. The other grayish dragon that was much bigger than the light blue one that did the killing landed next to its partner. They both rubbed their necks together in fondness for a while before they began their feast.

Aon was scared but he was also astonished by such a dramatic encounter. Yet, regardless if he really admired these stunning legendary creatures, he knew that dragons were very territorial. Who knew what these two dragons would do to him if he were to be caught by them. With this thought fueling his fear, Aon decided to run before the dragons could see him. Just as he was about to turn around and quietly sneak away, he slipped on the pebbles and fell on the ground with a loud grunt. The rocks bounced down the sloppy landscape noisily.

When Aon reopened his eyes while groaning with pain, he looked back and saw the two giant dragons were staring at him with half-torn bloody bear flesh still hanging out of the corners of their mouths.

To be continued….

End Chapter 9
My god.

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There is just too much to explain, but just know that you not only surpass all erotic stories that I've ever read, but you are way up in my favorite all-time authors.

Easy 10/10 once I can vote!!!

…So, basically, fantastic beyond words.

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Just finished all 9 chapters.

Yeah, I agree that you should definetly go on. Maybe after this series like a mini series, just like a bunch of short stories from this world?

Also, do you know if maybe you could put in a smidgen of m/f as well?

I was going to say that maybe it wasn't sad enough, but never mind, these last few chapters were PLENTY sad enough, XD.

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Sorry for the wait, people. But I have finally finished Chapter 10 of Dragon X.
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Chapter 10

The first thought that came through my mind was to flee. It wasn't because I was afraid of the puny little human but because I had never encountered with one before. With the taste of the bear blood still trickling down my throat, I had suddenly forgotten how to swallow the delicious raw meat that was rolling around in my mouth. Of course, it must be even odder for Kasaran, for he had never seen a dragon (meaning me) that was trembling nervously before a human being. Noticing Kasaran eyeing me with a weird look, I tried hard to regain control of my legs. After gulping down that piece of meat, which was just begging me to consume it, I licked my fangs a few times silently.

The tiny person was still there. His eyes were wide. His hair was dark brown. Sweat could be seen on his forehead, as he tried hard to get to his feet but failed. He was clearly a human adult though his innocent facial expression masked that fact. I was curious at the amount of perspiration that he was able to produce upon his tanned skin, since the wind wasn't that searing and the temperature overall should be mild to a comfortable level. And every time he made eye contact with me, he would make this strange squeaky noise that showed nothing except an extreme level of terror. Kasaran took a step closer. As he pressed down his foot against the rocky terrain, making the land sinking lightly, the human jumped a bit. Was it due to the surprise that my lover was making a move or was it due to the fact that the person was just too small to withstand our body weights and strengths? Either way, I wasn't sure but that was beside the point.

In any case, the hesitation and uncertainty between the three of us was just ridiculous to a point where I just could not stand it any longer. We could finish our meal and be on our way, or we could stay around and toy with the human. I was pretty sure the first choice would be more appealing. I was just hungry and wanted to eat. The funny thing was that Kasaran was trying to be friendly to the small individual that was still hugging the floor with his head between his arms whenever Kasaran made another advancement. We had no interest in teasing or attacking a lone human that had not provoked us. I was just being impatient and the sun was already high in the sky. Oh, how the brightness of the fiery ball in the heaven was enough to make my throat thirsty….

"Kas… let's just finish up this meal and go," I finally broke the uncanny quietness and awkwardness that had already surrounded us like a plague.

"But… I don't know. I think he's lost or something," my lover replied as he never kept his eyes off the shivering being.

Sighing, I scratched my long and slender neck a bit with one of my claws. "This is just wasting our time. We need to head on to the next area before sun down."

"I thought exploration and experiences are our primary objectives, Are?" He gave me a sly smile and a wink. Man, how could I reply to him under this circumstance?

Still, I shook my head. "This human is useless to us. It's not like he could show us where the Ednersoni River is."

"I… I-I know where it is…."

Both Kasaran and me wheeled around with our attention directly fully and intently at the individual below us. The human looked stunned at our sudden rapid movements. He flinched a little as he tried to shield himself away from our astonished looks.

"How in the world can you understand what we are saying?" I said with an absolute incredulity. My voice was loud and it echoed across the barren land. "Mere humans are not able to understand Arcineane language! No humans can understand that except us dragons. We only use Common Talk on you folks when we need to tell you guys to leave our territories!"

The human was baffled. Stammering, he said softly: "I… I don't know…. I just-just know what you guys are talking about…. I a-am sorry if I have offended-d any of you…."

Kasaran and I looked at each other for a while before we shifted our gaze back to our target.

Finally, Kasaran knelt down and moved his face closer to the horrified human. "What's your name?"

"A-… Aon…."

"Well, Aon. It seems that you have possessed an interesting gift. The spell casters are the only ones that can understand our native language and even so, they can only comprehend half of it. But it seems that you are able to understand all of it. You are truly… a unique human. If you are a human anyway." All of these were said in Arcineane dragon language of course.

Aon looked surprised at the friendliness and a newfound respect that Kasaran was displaying toward him. With the help of my partner's claw, the tiny human finally got off the ground. Patting down the dirt that had accumulated along the creases of his pants with a cluster of brownish dust curling into tiny clouds under the temperate sunlight, he finally looked up and eyed us all over. Our shadows had enveloped him, as our presences produced an immense mood of intensity. It wasn't the type of intensity that would make the prey suffocate psychologically. Rather, it was the type of intensity that would produce a sense of power, dominance, and security. Aon's mouth was gaping as he finally realized at how large Kasaran and I were. Well, I wouldn't go to the extent to claim that I was as huge as Kasaran, because many considered me, a small and unnatural dragon. Still, compared to ordinary human adults (I would imagine of course, since I hadn't seen one myself until today), I was significantly bigger.

Aon walked closer to me as he continued to inspect me further in closer details with those amazing yellow eyes of his. I shunned away slightly since I was not used to have another person looking at me like that, let alone having someone that I had known only for thirty minutes to examine me long and hard. Well, aside from Zerac and Kasaran anyway. Both of them knew me personally and intimately. Then without warning, Aon placed his hand on one of my icy-blue in a mix of light green legs and I yelped in surprise.

"S-sorry!" The human cried out when he saw my overly exaggerated reaction. Taking his hand off me, he immediately said: "I-I got carried away. I am sorry." Looking at Kasaran now, he said timidly: "Ever since I was little… Dragons fascinated me. I'd always imagine that I'm one of them or at least part of them. I'd feel that I am one of them…. But I guess reality is more solid than utter daydreams. Yet, having to meet both of you so directly without being chased away… it's just an experience that no mortal human beings can have."

Kasaran didn't say anything as he breathed slowly and deeply. He was pondering about something as he gazed at Aon, but obviously it was too complicated for him to point out. And since he was thinking about something in his mind in a state that completely ignored the surrounding environment, I knew that it was not the best time to disturb him.

Also kneeling down, my tail was laid comfortably behind me on the pile of hot pebbles that were scorched by the sun. Extending my wings gently and tilting my head a little, my eyes were staring at Aon attentively. "Why are you out here all by yourself?"

Leaning against the giant boulder that he was hiding at not too long ago, he tried to speak but wasn't able to. It took him a few minutes before he could finally found his voice. "I ran away from my family."

"Why?" I was stunned.

"It's not an easy thing for me to explain. Needless to say, I don't want to go back to my village again. I'm sick and tired of them. Everyone. They just mock me whenever they see me. Just because I look and act somewhat different than the social norm of that damn community, that doesn't mean they have the right to call me a freak of nature. It is not my fault that my eyes are yellow. It is not my fault that my canine teeth in my mouth are much longer than the rest of other people. It is also not my fault that I am able to have a much higher endurance to do activities compared to others. And ever since my father died, none of the villagers wanted to treat me fairly. Even my own mother hates me and I have no idea why!"

Somehow, I sympathized with Aon. It sounded very much like what I had experienced before I left my own village. Regardless of that, however, I asked: "Why didn't you ask them why they hate the way you are? These attributes of you are things created by nature. You are not at fault here."

"Dragon, it is not that I never demanded them to give me a legit reason as to why they are treating me like so. It is because they refuse to acknowledge my position and my predicaments. It's just… I just can't take it anymore. There were times when I tried to kill myself because of the stress that just kept on building up. This is like a flaming arrow, you know? Sooner or later, that arrow is going to burn to the feathers and my hands that are holding it and the bow, if I don't release it," Aon sounded desperate and frustrated. It was as if he wanted to know if there was any solutions to solve his dire condition.

"Aon," Kasaran finally spoke up with his deep voice. "Has anyone ever told you that you look and act like a dragon offspring?"

Puzzled, the human shook his head. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing… never mind…" my companion trailed off as he began to move to the side and thought a bit more. Why was he looking so troubled? I had no idea and no answer to that question.

"Dragon," Aon started once more and I turned around and faced him. "I know this is selfish of me… but can I just go with you guys? I honestly don't know why I should even bother staying in that cursed village anymore. Please. I won't make trouble for you guys. I'll do anything. I'll even… even help you hunt!"

I laughed when I heard the last part. "You do realize that we have a big stomach? Compared to your own, I doubt that whatever you have hunted and gathered would ever satisfy our hunger."

He wasn't amused. In fact, he started to jump onto my right foot and begin to hug my right ankle.

"Hey-… you-" I stuttered while trying to figure out a way for him to release me. "What are you-"

"PLEASE!" He yelled as he closed his eyes. Tears flown out of the corner of his eyelids while he tried to wrap his arms around my ankle tighter (which he failed of course. My ankle alone was larger than his body). "Please… I beg you, dragon. Please take me with you. I… I want to see the world! I want to be free!"

I was confused and was lost as to what I could do to get him off me. Before I could respond, Kasaran was already standing beside me. His eyes glanced at both Aon and me while he grinned. Now I was really stumped.

"Aon. We'll take you with us. But promise us one thing," Kasaran said while he began to stretch his wings to warm up for the next flight.

Reopening his eyes in absolute delight, Aon looked up at Kasaran with great hope. "What? I'll promise anything!" The way that he was acting currently, it'd be hard for him to reject any demands from my lover.

Lowering his head as his neck arced above us, Kasaran beamed. "Remember that you are no longer a human anymore once we leave this place."

"Huh?" Both Aon and me were mystified. Things had just gotten weirder by the minute.

"All right, Are. You carry him. Let's just finish off this bear and be on our way," with a laugh, Kasaran dashed to the remaining food with fragments of rocks flying into the air and crashing into the ground with a sea of dense dust.

I was still gaping after my partner as Aon happily snuggled against my ankle still. At last, when my senses had returned, I got up and yelled: "Hey! Why do I have to be the one to carry this human!?"

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"En has failed…."

"You mean 'had'?"

A shadow realm of total darkness. Life was nonexistent, as did light. Darkness was power. Its strength and its ability proliferated throughout the shadow realm of Night. The Night was another creation of nature, in which its pure essence was to erase all. The balance of the energy in nature needed both creation and destruction. The simple existence of darkness gave the scale equal weight on both ends. Of course, the entire Night was not one without offspring - the creatures of the opposite aura, where black dragons that focused more on raw strengths thrived and procreated. They were not part of nature, however. The sheer subsistence of Night entity gave the chance of evolution, where the grander scale of balance in the universe gave birth to another sphere of life. And that was chaos.

The Night Beast was the central point of chaos. His individualistic nature of destruction focused only on one thing - dominating nature itself. And once nature was dominated, life would forever cease to exist and the shadow realm would expand endlessly. It was a vision made by Night Beast, with an ambition that was so dangerous and insane that even the heavenly spirits themselves were not able to stop. Their own souls were no match for a divine level battle in shapeless forms. Hence, to represent their presence and carry out their destiny of combating the darkness, they created the Tra Dragon. Night Beast knew the existence of Tra Dragon and understood the threat that the Tra Dragon would bring to his world. In a fury of attempt to stop the new and powerful foe from gaining his strength, Night Beast had decided to send out his elite troops - Twelve Shadows - to assassinate his enemy as quickly as possible.

"Whatever. That idiot was too foolish to take on Tra Dragon by himself."

As the eleven black dragons gathered in the middle of emptiness, only their reddish eyes could be seen visibly. Their sleek black physiques could not be detected at all. The curtain of darkness draped over the entire world of the shadow realm.

"It's not his fault, you know? We have all assumed that the Tra Dragon wasn't trained enough to a point to use a Master Spell on one of us."

"…"

"Underestimating the enemy will be one's own downfall. That's what the Night Beast master has told us ever since he created us."

"Still, our power should be stronger than the Tra Dragon."

"Not enough apparently. En was the proven fact-"

"An idiot-"

"-that has told us with his death that we must work together from now on to kill the dragon."

"So now what?"

"… You are too stupid to think? With eleven of us here, clearly there's something that is going to happen soon."

"Shut up, all of you. It's time to go in [SPAM] of three. I don't want any of you to fail anymore."

"Zerol, don't act all high and mighty. The only reason why Night Beast master made you the head of the Twelve Shadows is because you are his first creation-… ugh!"

"Zerol! Don't do it! It's not worth it!"

"He has already gotten to my nerves, Rani. How much more can I endure?" The pair of crimson eyes narrowed angrily.

"At least keep Phecen alive for now. We need his strength to take down the Tra Dragon, Zerol!" The dragon that was defending Phecen, who was being choked to death by a deadly grip from the leader, tried to stop the rising conflict.

"You-… ugh… let… go… of-of… my throat… you fuc-"

"If I hear one more word out of you, I will personally tear you into pieces slowly and painfully; starting from your eyes, then your fangs, then your skin, then you limbs… do you understand me, Phecen?"

"Ugh…! Y-yes! YES! Oofph!" Phecen, ranking the eleventh out of the Twelve Shadows, gasped and wheezed, as he rubbed his sore neck with humiliation.

"Now. As I was saying," Zerol growled with irritation, "go into [SPAM] of three. Search from the last known location of Tra Dragon's appearance and track him down. And remember, anyone that fails again will have to be punished, severely.

"Understood, Zerol!"

And with that, they all disappeared silently into the Night.

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Aon was sleeping soundly for quite a while. It had been a long day. Once the dragons had finished their lunch by the time it was near mid-afternoon, the smaller blue dragon grabbed him tenderly and placed him on top of the giant draconic head, where Aon could hang onto one of the two massive horns that towered into the sky. When the larger grayish dragon nodded to the one that he was riding on, both of them expanded their wings with a loud whoosh. And in one smooth motion, they flapped their wings for the first time and soared into the air.

The sun was golden orange, a sign that rain clouds were coming in. As the sky was covered with spots of high clouds, where they spread out like sheets of thin blankets that somehow had filtered the sunlight into an ocean of pure yellow and red, Aon was thrilled. Wind was roaring in his ears while the dragons flew. The tepid gusts were inviting. They combed through his short, dark brown hair, and caressed his well-tanned skin and bare chest. His sweat-soaked shirt (which was done by the initial encounter with two giant dragons) was tied tightly around his waist. Aon wanted to scream in absolute glee but he knew it would just be a form of annoyance to the dragon that he was riding on.

In a very peculiar way, Aon was able to understand in his mind, without the help of words or gestures, of what the two dragons wanted. It had been disturbing his mind ever since he began to chat with these magnificent creatures. But his worrying soon evaporated while a wall of clouds suddenly encircled them. Feeling the cool mist clinging to his body, Aon could not help but laugh and extend his arms out and wide. The large gray dragon smiled when he saw the human was having so much fun. The small blue dragon muttered a little as he tried hard not to let the wind currents messing up his balance and sending the puny human down to his airy grave.

It was nearly evening time when they had found a medium-sized cave that drilled into the side of a massive cliff. The clearing in front of the cave was enough for a roasted dinner, where the gray dragon went off and captured a deer within an hour. The smaller dragon wasn't too fond of cooked meat. Yet, because Aon required eating well-cooked meal, the blue dragon could only comply. In the end, all three of them had a pleasing supper.

When they said good night to one another, Aon immediately drifted into a deep slumber. He didn't wake up at all, until he heard a moaning sound in the distance. It was quite loud. At first, he ignored the sound and continued sleeping. But the moaning noises continued and he finally got fed up with all the disturbances. When he rolled to the side and gradually opened his eyes with sleepiness still crawling all over his body and soul, he was shocked to see what was happening in front of him.

The smaller blue dragon was kneeling in between of the gray dragon's legs. Two massive dragon penises were clearly presented before Aon's eyes, as the blue one licked and sucked his partner's member over and over again. The reddish and pointy cocks were pulsing, with the aroma of dragon sweat filling up the cave. The floor around them was wet and slippery with what seemed like pre cum to Aon. As he watched, the one doing the sucking deep-throated the other, in a skill that was perfectly and obviously well practiced. Although Aon was not in reality, the scene before him turned him on. Slowly and quietly getting up and moving to one of the more secluded corners of the cavern, he peeked over the edge of the protruding granite slabs. Pulling down his own pants, he began stroking his own cock as he watched on.

"Ugh… Ararez…" The large gray dragon groaned while he rubbed his hands and claws all over the blue dragon's slender back. Occasionally, he would insert one finger into the anus of his companion, who groaned in a muffled voice with the thick and juicy dick in his watery mouth.

As the blue one that was evidently called: "Ararez" produced the slurping sounds from the cock that was appearing and disappearing at the entrance of his mouth, the dragon getting serviced was on the brim of cumming. Aon could see that, for the massive being tensed up and gave out a low growl. Apparently, they'd still think that Aon was sleeping, so they tried to lower their noises. Obviously not lower enough since Aon's own cock was getting harder and more sensitive to his own hands, as he watched the heated dragon sex show.

Ararez's own member was hanging between his knees. Clear, sticky pre cum was dripping like a water pump, which quickly dispersed beneath his lower legs that rested on the dark-colored floor.

"Cum in my mouth, Kasaran… do it…" Ararez whispered between licks when his face was covered with the natural bodily lubricant that flowed out of Kasaran's penis head. "I want to taste it…."

Needing no further encouragement, Kasaran finally erupted. As shots after shots of steaming dragon cum flooded into Ararez's mouth, filling up his throat, and spilling out of the corner of Ararez's lips, the gray dragon was shuddering and moaning. The smell of dragon semen quickly overpowered the humid taste of sweat that had cast a very faint layer of fog in their temporary shelter for the night. The sound of Ararez gulping down his lover's creamy juice was too much for Aon, as he suddenly cried out in a wave of passion and ejaculated as well. His own limited amount of cum landed upon the wall in front of him, while he was panting with labor.

"Enjoying the show?"

Surprised, Aon wheeled around and saw Ararez smiling at him. Blushing, he quickly tried to forge up an excuse to save him the embarrassment. "I-I… I uh… I've seen nothing. Nothing, really. I-I mean… Yeah, well, just…. You know…"

Giggling, Ararez then said: "Aon, just relax. It's not like we are angry at you for peeking at us having a late night 'exercise'." With arms resting on his lover's upper legs, he licked up the remaining dripping cum in the inner side of the legs and said: "It's nothing too out of place. I mean, you humans procreate and enjoy it too, no?"

"Well… Y-you see…" Aon's face was as red as the roses back in his home village. He tried to pull up his own pants with his own ejaculation still smeared across his palms.

Finally, Kasaran snickered. "Aon. It's okay. In fact, it'd be nice to have an audience." Facing Ararez, he asked: "Right?"

"You bet. It'd get so boring if it's just us two all the time," the blue dragon teased as he gave Kasaran’s dick another kiss.

"Aon," Kasaran looked at the baffled human. "If you want, you can continue watching. If you are uncomfortable seeing two males dragons… 'procreate', then you can just turn around and go back to sleep." Winking, he finished: "It's all up to you."

While Aon was still contemplating the choices, he saw Ararez lied on the floor with Kasaran eagerly maneuvered on top of the smaller dragon. Both pointy dragon cocks were glossy looking. Thick veins could be seen on those two giant meat sticks. The human was thinking about leaving the cave for a bit until the two dragons had finished their business with each other, but when he saw Kasaran started shoving his elongated tongue into Ararez's mouth and they began to give each other loud wet kisses, his own member began to erect once more. In the end, Aon could only sit there and watch, as the two lovers embraced each other in their presences.

It was after a while before the cavern was filled with loud grunting noises and the slurping sounds of Kasaran's cock pumping in and out of Ararez's butt hole. The ardor, the sweat, and the love juices, it was one hell of an event to be witnessed by a mortal human being. With the smaller blue dragon's glossy-looking legs that were covered with his own pre cum previously in the air, the gray dragon was fucking his partner relentlessly. Every time Kasaran pulled out his massive and long member, a large quantity of pre cum gushed out of the anus of Ararez's. Both groaned as they caressed each other's body. Wrapping his own tail around one of his lover's sticky legs, Kasaran reinserted his dick with another drenched squish.

Aon didn't realize it, but by the time Kasaran ejaculated for the second time in Ararez's ass, he was crawling really close to the two tired dragons. He just wanted to a closer look at the actions while jerking off his own human dick, that was all. With his hot seeds filling up Ararez's colon and feeling his penis submerged in the thick, gooey liquid, Kasaran began to do a series of short thrusts, while masturbating his companion to the edge of no return. When the blue dragon growled loudly, a massive stream of white cum exploded from the shiny tip of the crimson dragon cock. The first shot hit the ceiling, with the rest landing everywhere.

Aon got a surprise when one of the bursts landed on top of his now-naked body, coating him from head to toe. It felt like molten lava for a split second before the searing heat became cool enough for the human to handle. As Aon gasped in absolute astonishment from both the sensation of a heavy, creamy amount of cum slithering down his fragile body and the erotic idea of having dragon seeds on him, a mouthful of dragon semen dripped into his opened mouth and onto his tongue. He was going to spit it out with reflex, but instead of getting the foreign substance out, he accidentally swallowed it. His throat was burning as the cohesive dragon sperm leisurely dribbled down his esophagus and into his stomach. Then he realized something that even he would not believe himself - it actually tasted good. Sure, it was rather salty but it also had this fruity flavor to it. Sucking up and eating up the lingering cum on his arms and shoulders, he wanted to taste it more. His own balls hanging in between of his legs were sticky with Ararez's semen. Contracting suddenly, Aon cummed for the second time as well.

When Ararez and Kasaran saw that, they both chuckled.

"Well, I guess you are one of us then," the gray dragon laughed while he lied on his lover's sweaty chest.

"Indeed. Once you've experienced it, you can never resist it," Ararez agreed as he hugged his partner.

Finally lying onto his back with his slippery chest heaving, Aon gazed into the ceiling and said: "Looks like it is a good thing that I have asked to join you guys, Ararez, Kasaran."

Having to hear their names being mentioned, the two dragons smiled to each other contently and slowly drifted back into a good night's sleep.

To be continued…

End Chapter 10
I just once again saw the Beavis' sig and I followed it here. I didn't realize at the time I had already read the first chapter once, I got to the third page, reading comments and I was pretty surprised to see one moldy one at the top of page three posted by me.

So, yeah. I just read all the chapters in one sitting, and you write goodly. Not many stories and books can get images in my mind, let alone make it a cinema movie. Congrats on that. Now for criticism.

I actually think the storyline were a bit sketchy around chapters 4-6, but that apparently straightened out in chapter 7. That was the only negative thing I could come up with (Which means you are really good, I usually end up with a ten mile long list of things to read up on, not literary speaking of course.)

I found that the way in which you describe things with is unique, a one of a kind, and something you should embrace and keep for the rest of your life.

All in all, it is very well written, the plot has gone through much more thought than most stories on this forum, and so far is one of THE best stories I have ever read, rivalling with Lost at Sea by Beavis himself.
You use beautiful words, and you have such a big vocabulary that it doesn't become repetetive to read your story, you vary the words that describe the same thing alot, and that really helps seed out the boredome, especially in those sexscenes people find entertaining to write halfheartedly about. You on the other hand described everything so fully, really thinking of the senses we have, sight, smell, feel, taste and sound.

Everything I have read so far has been beautifully expressed, with much thought of plot, scenery and general background.

So yeah, this whole story just played as a movie in my brain. (I actually even got the weird idea of looking up a company that draws hentai movies and see if they would want to make this into a film on agreement with the author. Weird huh?)

I'll be sure to look back for chapter 11, and I would if I could give you a really big and tight hug.

10/10, pure masterpiece of text. Well done!

PS. I think I will read this again once every two weeks, and I wonder if it would be okay for me to copy/paste the story out into a document for easier reading. Thanks on beforehand.
asaguda.
Whoa. Lol. Thanks a lot for the feedbacks everyone (positives and negatives are all welcomed equally )!

Chapters will be coming out slower than before, but again, as you know, I got other things to do, etc. So thanks for being patient with me.

Thanks for that extensive feedbacks, asaguda. Though I won't say to the point that I'm good at writing myself, I still try to vary the words in all of my stories. I feel that many really unique novels out there describe their backgrounds perfectly, with the five senses that we humans have acquired through nature.

I try not to bore my readers to death by explaining certain details with… limited imageries, since the whole purpose for me to write something like this is to see if I can improve even further than before.

As you have said before, asaguda, the first few chapters are indeed, obscured and confusing, in the sense that the general plotline doesn't really go anywhere. Originally, Dragon X was supposed to be a tale that only lasted for like three chapters. But upon seeing quite a few people here actually enjoying it, I decided to expand it further and introduce new characters, events, areas, and problems.

I'm glad that you liked it, same goes to everyone that has read this story of mine. I really appreciate all feedbacks and comments.

And having the idea of asking hentai producers to make a small film based on this? Lol… I'd love to see the day that happens (which will never happen XD).

Oh, and for sure, yeah. Go ahead and post the story in a document for easier reading later on. I don't mind it at all.

let me start by saying that i only read the first 8 chapters so far i'll get to the other two soon i got alot of catching up seeing how i just started reading this story yesterday, i'm glad to see other people interested in dragons i'm personally obessed and i'm honored to read a story of this magnitude i feel that every chapter is great expeially ch 6 and 7 there is a lot of plot changeing stuff going on keep up the good great work who many more chapters do you think your going to write
Very good story. I've just read the whole thing top-to-bottom (well, with a *little* break to clean up after the first chapter ). Excellent story. Could have stopped after the first chapter, but you've made it continue along very nicely. Adding elements along as you go has been very nice, and you tie them in great. What I can't help wondering is, how come they haven't in their travels sought advice? Now that they've got an extremely powerful (if untrained) dragon and a human with unusual powers in their group, it seems time for a mentor of sorts to help Are get his emotions under control and harness his powers well, and to help Aon learn to make use of his strengths. Then again, that's just one guy's opinion. Great story, and thanks for sharing!

-Jackdoe
Sorry about the wait. I was… slacking off a little. Lol. Hope you enjoy the new chapter. And thanks for all the bumping and reading. I really appreciate it.
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Chapter 11

Panting and tired, he ran as fast as he could through the uneven forest ground. Branches and thorns were like monster tentacles in a form of obstacles that tried to hinder his advancement through the rough terrain. And no matter where he leaped to, the danger would always be there. His flesh was torn away by the razor sharp natural barriers of the forestland, as open wounds leaked out blood silently, painfully. With every heavy step taken, the soggy ground in the aftermath of a thunderstorm sunk downward with an impression of his draconic feet. Slashing his tail back and forth savagely behind him, he hoped that he could drive away the assaults that had been chasing him for a long time.

He could only stare forward, scanning every single miniscule opening that he could, just so that his body could slide through safely without casting more injuries on his limbs. And yet, the fiery fireballs several times larger than he was ripped through the towering trees as if they were just flimsy sticks. Debris of snapping splinters and flying fragments of leaves covered up the air. The twirling pieces of lumber hovered in the ugly gray sky for a few seconds before they came crashing down with a loud boom. Earth shaken and animals cried out. It was mayhem.

As he glanced back, he could see those thick poles with their barks stripped clean sticking out from the soft soil. His vision blurred as he faced forward and saw a massive cliff wall protruding before him and high into the firmament. Before he could wheel around and protect himself from the onslaught, a searing ball of flame in colors of light blue and terrible red hurled toward him. It seemed to be expanding, as his eyesight was covered with the wavering form of a molten assault that threatened to liquefy everything in its path. Tentacles of orange flares reached out from the sides of the fireball, as they lashed at every combustible material that they could find. Howling, a trail of fiery flames could be seen from the heaven, as the rope of bright orange heat dug into the woods and scarred the green landscape without mercy.

He lifted one elbow and tried to shield his face. He could feel his scales burning and smoking, while the whooshing sphere of inferno engulfed his body, his essence, and his very own existence that was soon to be wiped clean. Erased completely, such was the fate, the impending doom, waiting for him at the end of the arduous torment. Among the smothering flames with his scales falling off from his physique and the appalling smell of burnt flesh, he thought he had seen something. A light of some sort. Something that was just begging him to follow. He'd thought he was dead and his spirit was rising into the heaven. He'd thought he had discarded his mortal body, a shell casing of his own consciousness, in an attempt to reach that point in the bright pale sky and be free.

A scream could be heard and his vision was no more. It was as if someone had blown out the dancing flame on top of a greatly shortened candlewick, right in the middle of a thrashing storm at night.

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"Whoa!"

A yell erupted from Aon in the middle of the night. He was covered with sweat as he sat up and glanced around. Feeling the pliable grass that served as a bed beneath him, he curled up his fingers to form a fist, snatching a handful of the lush green vegetation just to assure himself that it was only a dream. The night sky above them was clear with thousands upon thousands of twinkling stars shining with brilliance. Each of them blinked in a gesture of greeting, as they competed with each other to see who was more radiant. As a soft cool breeze combed across the silent land, Aon shivered a little and wiped away the perspiration that had accumulated on his forehead and face, with some dripping onto his neck and the rest covered his body. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a while.

Kasaran and Ararez stirred a little but none of them had woken up from the abrupt cry of the frightened human. They flicked their tails once before falling back into another period of deep slumber. Massive wings moved a little and the chests of the dragons heaved up and down in a quiet and content rhythm. Heaving a deep breath, Aon got up and brushed the broken twigs and grass roots away from his naked upper body. His skin glittered with wetness under the powerful moonlight that had cast a blanket of frosty glow across the forestlands below. For a moment, the human thought about taking a bath. Yet, he knew that the nearest river was a mile away. There was no way he could venture outside the safety area that Kasaran had marked before they went to sleep.

Shaking his head to forget that dream of his, Aon extended his arms out and stretched. Oh, he was sleepy all right. Tired, in fact. However, he just couldn't head back to sleep. He was scared to sleep. Walking to a large evergreen pine tree, he pressed his back against the rough surface of the timber and slowly sagged down onto the ground. His breath was still quick and uneven, although it had become tamer compared to a few minutes ago. He hung his head between his knees as he held the back of his head with his sweaty hands. The images of his dream continued to linger around in his mind like a ghostly phantom of darkness that somehow had slipped through the crack of reality. It was just too real.

And oddly enough, he felt like he had been there before.

Tilting his head as he rested against the tree trunk, he gazed at the sleeping dragons. A lot had happened over the last five days. They had hunted together and visited many different rural areas of the world. In a way, he was grateful that the dragons had decided to let him tag along. After all, going back to his village was out of the question. Everyone hated him for some reasons. Those people didn't tell him bluntly, but he could see the loathing in their eyes. And for nineteen years of his life, his own people cast him out. The pain. The woe. The suffering. Aon sighed with hopelessness. From the looks of things, it was evident that going on a journey with Kasaran and Ararez was the right choice. Back there, he had nothing. Over here, he had friends. Two great friends, with a status level that no mere man could achieve.

Aon felt his eyelids began to droop, as he once again noticed the sleepiness came crawling back.

"It was just a dream…. It was not real." He whispered to himself as he started to curl underneath the tree to head back to sleep.

Suddenly, Aon opened up his eyes wide. Looking around the surrounding environment in darkness, he sensed that something was not right. The sensation was spiteful. It had made the hairs on the back of his neck stiffened with alertness. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had made him wide-awake. He also couldn't explain how he was able to sense all these details around him. It seemed that spending more time with Kasaran and Ararez had somehow… changed him. Still, he was just as confused as the wind that curled itself around thick branches and draping leaves aimlessly.

Finally, Aon got up as he readjusted his pants. He was going to put on a shirt but decided otherwise. Something was out there. Curiosity and awareness mixed into one huge attraction to find out what was going on exactly. Giving one last glance at his two resting companions, he put on his shoes and sneaked off into the dense brushes silently. Aon knew it was stupid to go alone, but at the moment, he felt like he had the power to battle off anything. Excitement fueled his lust for exploration and a smile crept onto his face. His yellowish eyes scanned the land while he leaped over fallen logs and piercing rocks. His body was telling him where to go. It was an uncanny feeling. He was being guided by something and the more he covered the ground, the more thrill he got. His short dark brown hair was matted against the back of his head, while more sweat was slithering down the sides of his chin and landed onto the wet soil. Aon could feel something was prickling in his mind. He wanted to ignore it but such choice had made the impression even stronger. Forming his hands into fists, he wildly bashed the low-hanging branches aside; not even caring about his wounds while his blood trickled out and around his knuckles. He wanted to find out what was there deep in the forest.

Aon stopped in his track instantly. Leaves on the grassy land stirred up loudly and whirled in the air briefly before settling down before his shoes. A small dragon the size of Ararez was sitting there, eyeing the human profoundly. The dragon didn't need any introduction at all, for its color was shadowy black. Its eyes dark crimson, with a gaze so intense that Aon felt like he was frozen right on the spot. Aon knew that dragon was enemy.

"A human?"

The black dragon sneered. Standing upright and arcing his neck, his eyes tried to penetrate Aon's mind with its ardent gaze. A massive black aura seemed to be pouring out from the stranger's body. Aon gulped. He took his stance and glared at the ridiculing enemy. He knew that this dragon was sinister. His natural reaction had told him that clearly. Still, Aon wasn't sure what he should do. Should he run? Should he fight? The human scoffed lightly when he realized how absurd that final thought was. Fighting against a dragon was impossible, let alone taking on a shadow-like creature that was stretching in front of him, almost like a warm-up exercise before the battle.

"Who are you?" Finally, Aon gathered up enough courage to inquire the black dragon. His voice squeaked.

Licking his fangs, the black dragon answered: "Xerol. The leader of the Twelve Shadows. I'd thought I should meet up with you first before I go ahead and take care of that Tra Dragon." Tilting his head a little, Xerol's raven-colored scales glimmered lightly under the cold moonlight. "Interesting," he muttered to himself. "I'd never thought I would actually meet up with a mix-dragon myself."

"What are you talking about? And what do you mean by Tra Dragon?"

"He didn't tell you?" Xerol snickered. Scratching his temple with a claw, he said: "It doesn't matter anymore. Let's get back on track, shall we? The reason why I called you here is I have a proposal for you."

"I'm not interested-" Aon snapped but he was immediately interrupted by an explosion of negative energy that swirled around him.

Xerol growled deeply as he took a step forward. His power increased immensely in a show off to prove to Aon that he only had the right to listen and not to talk. Clouds seemed to be gathering above them, as flickering black lightening around Xerol's body licked at the ground mockingly. Aon flinched when one of the lightening nicked his right foot. Although it was just a slight contact, the human felt as if he had been hit by a full force thunder. Grunting, Aon knelt down on one knee while trying to suck in a laborious breath.

"What is your name, mix-dragon?"

The human was going to ignore the question while he coughed, but when he saw the murderous intent bouncing around behind the fearsome gaze of the black dragon, he said timidly with pain: "Aon."

"Good, Aon." Turning his back on the trembling being that was still attempting to recover from the black aura, Xerol gazed into the night sky. "Do you want to know why you can understand the Arcineane language, the words of dragons?"

"What… no. I… I don't know."

With one swift movement, Xerol was standing tall in front of Aon in a blink of an eye. In a direct comparison, the human physique was significantly smaller. Aon jumped in surprise as he fell backward.

Xerol pressed his face down and closed to Aon's and said softly: "You, my friend, are not a pure human. Somewhere in the past and beyond, your ancestors had mated with the dragons. Oh, I know it sounds impossible, but believe me, us dragons are a lot more than what you think of us as. There's a thing call generation-block, where the traits of a dragon do not surface until several generations after. And you just happen to be the lucky one, Aon. You are half human and half dragon. I can sense the power inside of you. That incredible strength, possibly can even rival mine, is sitting dormant in your body. If you join my faction, I will show you how to harness that strength. Then, no one can push you around anymore. You'd do as you please."

Aon felt his throat dry. He tried to swallow but without success. Finally, he took a deep breath and gazed into Xerol's dark red eyes. He could smell that dragon odor. He could feel the coolness of the black dragon's body temperature. It felt like he was talking to an unanimated object. It felt like Xerol wasn't even there. But Aon knew perfectly well that Xerol was standing in front of him, channeling the dark aura around both of them in a gesture of friendliness… or was it? A gust materialized out of thin air and the trees swayed above. Fallen leaves spun in the wind and landed around them.

"I…"

Slipping behind the human, Xerol continued with his persuasion. "Think about it, Aon. You and I both know the real you deep inside. You've tried so hard to contain it, that rage, that feral part of yourself. Why conceal it? Let it out. Be free. Feel the energy surging through your every limb to the tip of your fingers and toes." Placing his massive draconic claws on Aon's shoulders tenderly, the leader of the Twelve Shadows hissed: "You know you want to be the real you. Mix-dragons are usually as savage as we are. It is just part of nature's way to balance things, really. There's nothing dangerous or odd about it. Just go with the flow."

Somewhere in Aon's confusing mind, he understood what Xerol was talking about. It was indeed, true, that he had constantly felt the untamed side of himself. It was even more apparent when he was angry or sad. He just wanted to destroy something. But every time when he almost lost control, his father would have calmed him down in time. His father….

With a grunt, Aon felt a sudden surge of strength within him. Shoving Xerol away from him, he leaped up and kept a safe distance from the shadow dragon.

"I am afraid that is not going to work, Xerol. My father has told me never to do harm to others, no matter how I wanted to. His words are a lot more influential than yours," Aon glared. "Besides, you are not trust worthy. Tra Dragon is Ararez, isn't it? You are going to kill him, aren't you?"

Laughing and clapping his hands together with the claws scraping past each other, the dark being got up from the ground. Brushing away the dirt from his rear and legs, he snarled: "Good. Good. Just as what I have been expecting. And in a way, that is a good thing."

Opening his palms and placing his arms at the side of his hips, Xerol's expression darkened considerably. A semi-transparent sphere of shadow aura appeared around each palm, as the atmosphere around the region seemed to be intensified. The moon was crudely covered with massive clouds. Some of them were floating so low in altitude that a bystander would have thought the gray cottons in the sky were falling. Extending his massive wings, Xerol's presence was menacing. A bright blinding flash occurred and the place was lit up as vivid as daytime for a second, before a thin sheet of rain started to come down in waves and got more heavy by the minute. The fighting spirit of Aon was shattered when the mix-dragon realized how powerful Xerol actually was.

"You are a foolish mix-dragon. You have the potential to become someone greater, someone with power. And yet, you have refused my offer," the black dragon growled as he bared his fangs. His tail was flickering back and forth behind him, while his feet sunk into the earth slightly due to the excessive rainwater that had begun to wash the forestland. "What a waste of talent. What a waste of gift." A tornado of aura encircled the dragon.

Aon felt powerless in front of such terrifying sensation of negative energy. He slumped on the ground with a wet splat and could only feel the rain pelting against his bare upper body.

"Why look so glum?" A voice louder than the sound of heavy rainfall and thunders.

Looking up, he saw Ararez standing beside him. The icy blue dragon didn't make a sound when he approached and this had surprised the mix-dragon by quite a bit.

"Are…"

Looking down, the blue dragon smiled. "We can take him together. You have the power inside of you. I know it. Together, we can take him."

"But… But I don't know how!"

Staring daggers at Xerol, Ararez said solidly: "Don't think about what you can do and what you can't do. Just think about how to accomplish the task in front of you."

"Enough talk!"

With a deafening roar, Xerol leaped high into the stormy sky. His wings spread out and his tail straight. A single clash of thunder and lightening split the heaven in two briefly and the shadow of Xerol combed the muddy land below. With a scream, the black dragon clasped his hands together, arced them over his head, and threw out a gigantic ball of dark energy. It was so obscured, so colossal, so reek of death, that even night itself was swallowed up by the emptiness of the sphere.

"I know you have told me not to use anymore of my Nemca, Kas… but this time, I have no choice…." Muttering to himself, the Tra Dragon stood in front of Aon and extended his own wings. With a torrential force of energy rushing out of his body, Ararez howled and projected a powerful barrier in front of him.

The negative energy ball and the shield barrier collided together. The place flashed once before a firm ring of dirt, trees, and boulders hurled into the air several meters high and blasted away from the center of detonation. It was silent for a minute, before the actual explosion sound wave torn through the night and echoed miles away. Its essence was like a wave. The images of trees were blurry. The world seemed to be trembling as the shockwaves literally ripped the forest ground apart coarsely. Far away, other sleeping animals were jolted awake by the quake that had developed far in the distance. Birds flew into the gusty wind as the rain continued to pour down. Four-legged creatures started to run in the opposite direction of where the battle had ensued, as the weather seemed to be getting worse.

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I knew that I shouldn't have used my Nemca. My inner self, the good self, had told me. He had whispered to me advices of better ways to solve the problems instead of just relying on a power too immense to control properly. Still, I knew at the time that I saw Xerol that I had no choice. No choice at all. After following Aon deep into the center of this rural forest, which I had no idea what it was called, I knew that something had awfully gone wrong. And when I saw and heard of the conversation exchanged between Aon and the leader of the Twelve Shadows, I knew that an unsightly battle was soon to appear. I was right.

The only thing that I was wrong about was my over-confidence at the percentages of winning the first exchange of power. As I lied on the flooded soil with my eyes gazing at the flaring sky, each thunder boom was a representation of my time in this world. That was of course, if I gave up. If I gave up on the fight, then I would have been lost already before the battle even took place. And it was this thought that had been cycling over and over in my dazed mind, while I watched Xerol continued to flap his wings in the air a mile away.

I had never thought that his Nemca energy ball was this powerful. It had literally blown me a mile away from where I originally was standing. I felt as if my bones in my draconic body had all been shattered upon impact. My Nemca barrier was no match for such brutal attack. No match at all. But at least… at least I saved Aon. He was groaning beside me, but I knew he was fine. He had to be fine. Mix-dragons, according to the tales that my father had once told me, were much more powerful compared to golden dragons. They could be considered as an abomination of nature. It was because of such unreasonable and illogical act between dragons and humans that had created basically, a true monster. Of course, measuring up to the shadow dragons, I wasn't sure if mix-dragons would be more powerful than them. Perhaps they would be or perhaps not. Either way, I was tired and was in a serious pain.

"Ararez!"

I could feel the small human hand pressing against my chest. Opening one eye, I focused all of my remaining consciousness onto the worried expression of Aon.

"Are… are you okay?"

Giving a weak chuckle, I replied softly: "I… I am… not sure. I feel like a hundred golden dragons have just body slammed me."

"What should I do? What should I do? Tell me!" Aon was frantically trying to get an advice from me, but I really didn't have any to give.

Lifting one trembling claw, I brought it close to his tear-washed face. Quietly, I said: "Y-you… have the strength to… do it. Trust… me on this one. M-my… father has once t-told me about the power that… mix-dragons have. I-I am sure… that you are a… true… mix-dragon."

He wrapped his arms around my claw and leaned his face against it. He cried. He was scared. I knew it all. I could see it all. It was written all over his face. Still, this was no time for sentimental scene.

"A-Aon. You have to remember… that your rage is your weapon. Your kindness… is… is your survival. And your justice… your sense of m-morality is your only protection." I coughed as some blood poured out of my mouth. I guessed that I was severely injured. I could feel my fangs being coated with reddish blood.

"No. N-no," the mix-dragon shook his head. "I-I can't do this. I… I just can't!"

I struggled to turn my head. When I did successfully accomplished that, I gave a tired smile. "Remember two days ago, you told Kasaran and I… that you want to see… my homeland…?" When he nodded, I continued: "H-how will you see it with… us if you are killed… i-if all of us are killed…?"

Aon didn't reply as he just gazed gently into my eyes. Blinking once in a very slow way, I finished off my words: "You can do it. If you can't do… it, at least… do it… for me."

I didn't know what happened next. I guessed that I died or something. Or I didn't. Maybe I did. Or maybe not. All I knew was that I was sleepy despite of my injuries and shocking agony that had smothered my body. Aon probably thought I was dead, because the moment my hand fell back onto the soggy earth, he screamed as loud as he could. I wanted to tell him that I was not dead (or at least I thought I wasn't dead), but I was too weak to do say anything. He didn't notice that my eyes were still opened and were still looking at him (although my vision was very blurry).

Then something amazing had happened. A scorching wave of aura materialized around Aon's shivering body as he sniffed and wiped away his tears. He was kneeling on the ground beside me. But when he lifted his head, I could see that his eyes were glowing yellow with pupils in slits, almost like a feline. That whole flow of red aura from him was something that I had never seen in my entire life. Its spirit was… unnatural. It felt feral. Chaotic. Uncontrollable. It felt as if the person who was channeling such aura would explode at any time. Yet, Aon stood up with that red Nemca enveloping his body. His cat-like yellow eyes glared at Xerol, who had finally teased us long enough and flew to where we were.

"Well," Xerol sneered when he saw the mix-dragon and his new found strength. "It seems that the mix-dragon has finally tapped his own power. Impressive." An even larger and stronger orb of black Nemca surrounded the shadow being. "Still, that's weak compared to mine!"

Two lightening strikes appeared and struck the outer shell of Xerol's energy sphere, which deflected away nature's electrifying assaults easily. With my power gone, I found it hard to breathe with the black dragon's energy pressing down on me from the sky.

"Tra Dragon, mix-dragon, you guys are useless to me!"

With another roar, Xerol's power increased in multiple times rapidly. The sphere of darkness around him kept on getting larger and larger. The rain droplets actually landed on top of his giant Nemca barrier and evaporated. The clouds swirled above the enlarging ball of aura, as the lightening seemed to be concentrating on Xerol. Thunders bellowed and lands shook. It looked like the leader of Twelve Shadows was just too strong to defeat.

"Enough…."

Aon mumbled under his breath. He pointed his right hand toward Xerol and his own power started to increase. It was slow, but somehow it felt like an endless stream of energy was coming from within him. My eyes were wide with shock when I saw a small tail coming out of the back of Aon's shorts. Between cries, I tried to lift myself up high enough to see my human friend clearly. Along the sides of his shoulders, he had these light green scales. His ears were pointy as his hair began to turn light red. There were sharp claws extending from the end of his fingers.

Before I could observe Aon even further, Xerol finally dove toward us. A prevailing pressure slammed into the ground and bent the trees in half. The area began to sink downward in a half-circle shape. It seemed that Xerol was in for the final kill. But that was before I realized how Aon had lowered his right arm and crouched a little. The aura around him was now bright red. It was immensely hot, almost like molten lava. I smelled something burning and realized that the wet grass around us was starting to burst into flame. I was going to try to put them out, but when the roaring Nemca of the black dragon hit me straight on, I cried out in pain. My broken bones shifted a little and I convulsed slightly.

"This is the end, Tra Dragon!"

"Get away from him!"

Aon finally erupted with absolute rage. He shrieked and opened his mouth wide. A golden light formed a wall in front of him, as his shadow draped over my limp body. I closed my eyes. It was as bright as the sunlight and as hot as the volcanic magma. After a few seconds of sweltering flash, the land underneath me seemed to be pushing back when a single concrete beam of dazzling red shot out from Aon's mouth. His tail was flailing behind him, as his half-draconic body was covered with wetness from the rain and the sweat.

The beam was powerful. It was several times more powerful than any of the spells that I could come up with. And it seemed to be cutting the night sky in half, in a defying challenge to the Night Beast himself. Half of the night was lit up by the massive attack that Aon had unleashed furiously.

To be continued….

End Chapter 11

Thanks.

How do I write like this? Well, I guess I just read a lot and write a lot. I started reading at least one novel per month several years ago. Then I started writing. After years of practicing, you'd come to realization that everything in the world around you is alive.

Once you realize that, you need to work on a way to bring those things, living and non-living into perspective, in a form where the readers can actually read and feel (that's the most important part about writing) clearly.

I'm sure everyone can write like that. As for myself, I won't go to the level where I can say I'm good at writing, because I still have lots of things to improve upon (like grammar). Other than that, just let where your imagination carries you.
I like listening to music while writing so I can capture the feeling in my writing so like I said about a hundred times I listen to lacuna coil sure their goth. AND thats an immediate turn off music wise for most, but if you want pure emotion in your music, with no stereo types, and a strong push for both feeling alive and low then look no further.

sorry if that sounded advertised I just feel music's mood knows no bounds.

sorry again if i'm starting to sound annoying. I just like to talk and talk a lot I do, which is why I feel disappointed about my own story

If only I could write better, ok I'm done now thanks for listening to what I got to say.
the only word that comes to my mind is WOW!! It felt like I was there! keep up the good work.

in reply to animalurge I am simalar to ararez in the fact that I am a Ice blue dragon, digitigrade of corse

sorry I to have a problem with talking I tend to not shut-up I am like the energizer bunny of talking I just keep going… and going… and going… and, well you get the point. and sorry If I disrupted the flow of this most wonderful storie

Have fun!!
Sheep

darn you solarian, now I realy cant wait for the next chapter!!

There is not a single word that I can say that would show you how much I and We love your story.

This story is as one that people will Attach to and remember forever.

As Posted before, This has become something great. For such a story should be shared with everyone. I can fully see a Version of this for the Public in a Novel Form. There are few times that someone will come up with something new instead of the same old stuff, judging from this whole thread I do not believe you realize just how good you are at this. I feel honored that i can post to a writer with such taste. I look forward to many more additions of your story.
I have the perfect song for some parts of Dragon X

Linkin Park - What I've Done

In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,
And wash away…

WHAT… I'VE… DOONE!!!!!!!!!
I’LL FACE MYSELF,
TO CROSS OUT WHAT I'VE BE-COME!!!
ERASE MYSELF,
And let go of WHAT I'VE DONE!!!

Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty.

So let mercy come,
And wash away

WHAT… I'VE… DOONE!!!!!!!!!
I’LL FACE MYSELF,
TO CROSS OUT WHAT I'VE BE-COME!!!
ERASE MYSELF,
And let go of WHAT I'VE DONE!!!

For What I’ve Done

I'll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
What I’ve done.

Forgiving What I’ve Done.

If you want to listen, check here but ignore the video, focus on the song and its connection to Dragon X:

Made me think of Ararez hurting Kasaran…

Thanks. I have recovered (more or less anyway).

As promised, the next chapter is completed. Enjoy.

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Chapter 12

The energy beam grew ever so larger in front of Xerol. He was mightily surprised. He had underestimated the amount of power that the small human, whatever was left of him anyway, had produced. As the torrential storms of strengthening gusts slamming into him, Xerol could feel his body starting to creak with stress. His bones pressed against each other and his joints were stiff as a rock. The pressure from the attack was too great. The force was something that he could not hold off by himself in his current state. As his dark flesh began to grow aglow due to the searing golden light, Xerol knew he had lost this battle. For now anyway.

With a scream, the line of scorching luminosity smashed into him. His own aura was swallowed up relentlessly. His existence was slowly being wiped out by streaks of golden aura and the entire area of the sky was filled with one massive, spherical Nemca power. The sound was deafening and the lands below shook with intensity. Trees fell and dirt flew. A gigantic shockwave pressed downward like [SPAM] of vultures diving low to snatch a piece of their prey's tender flesh. Ararez grunted when his injuries were renewed once more from the violent tremors that occurred everywhere. Leaves were like arrows; they shot from the middle of the combat and literally sliced against Tra Dragon's face. The only one that didn't seem to be affected would be Aon, as his yellow cat-like eyes glared at his enemy in a wave of seething hatred and absolute rage. His tail fluttered behind him rapidly. He was shimmering with brightness. Sudden bursts of air in front of Aon were like invisible cannon balls, shredding backward through the forestlands in a series of terrifying explosions. It was pure destruction several miles wide.

"You may think that you have won… Tra Dragon. But this isn't over yet." Xerol's voice was faint. He was clearly engulfed by Aon's assault. Yet, he didn't seem to be in the least amount of agony, as he fixed his gaze at Ararez. "I'll… be… seeing you… soon…."

Xerol laughed suddenly when the light finally smothered his flesh and with a monstrous detonation, night sky turned into daytime for several minutes. The center of the petrifying boom expanded the aerial blast radius. Both Ararez and Aon were thrown backward from where they were originally and crashed into a wall of timber. Branches fell and trunks snapped. Strands of fog-like smoke slithered through the woodlands like snakes. They wrapped around the two damaged beings while lapping at the tree barks of the evergreens and deciduous. Like sandpapers, the barks broke off and disappeared into the chaotic darkness of the night. The image of the area was vivid and blurry. It was almost like a dream-state reality. But it was not pleasant. The roasting heat extending from where Xerol was a while ago generated such effect. By the time the area became quiet once more with the sound of the explosion gradually disappearing into the far distance, the Tra Dragon and mix-dragon lied unconscious under a pile of rubbles and dirt. Only their laborious breathing could be heard in the death silence of the night.

Dawn peeked over the mountain range horizon quietly. Its blanket of orange sunlight softy coated the swirling clouds that had refused to depart from the focal point of the battered lands. It signaled life but at the same time, it signaled for something different. Something that was beyond any comprehension of any mortal being. Something that would baffle even Kasaran himself.

At least the rain had finally stopped.

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In the aftermath of the vicious skirmish, it was almost as if the world was different. Though the amount of debris was insanely high, wild animals continued to scavenge the lands for food. It was difficult for them to navigate through a maze of fallen timbers and shattered boulders. Still, they were alive, most of them anyway. Their serene activities, however bloody the end result might be, really changed the mood. Instead of being murky and miserable, it was tranquil and peaceful. As the cool breeze swept across the region, morning dew hung at the tips of the arcing plants. Their translucent radiance shone colors of the rainbow via the temperate sunlight that had begun combing the treetops. For areas that were in the clearing, the sun didn't hesitate to drape itself over the soggy earth and slippery grass. It seemed peaceful enough, if one could ignore the massive depression in the center of the compact forest.

Kasaran torn through the dense brushes as his grayish tail slapped against drooping branches and wet tree trunks. He didn't know what had happened. One minute he was sleeping, the next he was unconscious. By the time he had wakened up, he realized that both Ararez and Aon were gone. He was there, alone, in the clearance of the unexplored forest, completely enshrouded by an endless amount of questions that constantly circled in his head. What happened? What was going on? Where were Ararez and Aon? Panting as he pressed his wings close to his shoulder blades, Kasaran leaped over a series of logs that seemed to be damaged by some external forces other than nature's acts. There were massive fractures along the grooves of the woods, as if something or someone had tried to split them in half.

"Are! Aon! Where are you?"

The cry was out but the reply was nonexistent. Fearing the worst, Kasaran doubled his pace. He literally used his wings to propel himself forward now instead of just relying on his feet. Ignoring the burning pain on his body while he crashed through the piercing plants, all he wanted right now was to find his companions. Finally, he came to a stop when he saw the massive hole in the ground in front of him. It was so large that he felt he would have died by just jumping into it without using his wings to stay afloat in the air. The gap filled up his line of sight. The outer rim of the hole was charred black and was protruding from the surface into a series of mini fragmented mounts. He couldn't see the center of the depression, for it was simply too monstrous in size to be gauged on flat angle. It must be hundreds of meters deep. He would have to fly over the top of it. For two, three miles, there was not single vegetation nearby. All were burnt to a crispy pile of ashes.

"Oh no…." Muttering under his breath, Kasaran was finally starting to feel afraid. He was afraid that his buddies were lost in whatever the cause that had created this ghastly image that he was seeing right now.

With his mind racing, he looked around in panic. He wanted to find something. Anything. A limb. A section of the tail. A body. Something! He stopped abruptly when he heard a noise occurring behind him. It was further away from him. Yet, under such a confusing situation, Kasaran didn't care if it was his own mind playing tricks on him. He wanted a clue, a source, anything that could allow him to inspect the area non-stop. He didn't want to pause and imagine the bloody corpses of Ararez and Aon. Especially Ararez. If he had lost his mate, Kasaran wouldn't know how he would live on.

His mind set. His decision made. Kasaran leaped into the air with a grunt and extended his massive wings. With a powerful flap, he soared into the sky. Twisters of yellowish dust tornadoes twirled and whipped across the barren earth below, as his strength was combating against the stronger air currents that materialized around higher altitude. His draconic shadow loomed over the swaying treetops while he drifted past them. His dark brown eyes glimmered in the morning sun. The orange glow of dawn had become a light peach dye, where the light gray common dragon was covered in a lush color of light orange to dark red, where it met up with the shadow that rested within the curvature of Kasaran's muscles. As the fiery ball in the heaven continued to rise higher and higher, so did the temperature. Soon, it wasn't early morning anymore. Instead, it was close to noon and the heat wave of hot, moist air from the jungle beneath Kasaran started to distort distant images into a mirage-like effect.

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Aon kicked his right leg to free himself from the rock that had pinned him to the wet earth. The amount of physical strength that he had right now, though was still weaker than the other authentic dragons, was enough to send the gigantic boulder flying into the air and crash-landed onto the soil with an earth-shattering boom. His transformation seemed to be set permanently for the feral appearance was still there. As he crouched there and surveyed the surrounding environment, I tried to push the fallen log that was covered with poisonous-looking mushrooms and slimy fungi. My injuries had healed up quite nicely. In fact, it seemed that whenever I channeled my own Nemca, my wounds would close up faster than before. In a way, this was a good thing. There would be a less chance for infection. However, I knew that Kasaran wouldn't be pleased to see me using my own aura again. I had promised him that and I had broken that promise. I felt guilty for it.

Aon licked his fangs as he tilted his head and gazed in one specific direction at the woods. Finally, he glanced up and frowned silently. From smelling the air, I could tell it was Kasaran coming closer toward us. He must have been looking for both of us.

"Quite a night, huh? Aon?" I half-laughed when I said that to our mix-dragon friend.

Aon only looked at me silently for a long period of time. Then he gazed at his arms and hands. I was sure that he was confused and lost. It was similar to me, although I was born this way. For Aon, he was changed into his current state. Even if the draconic trait was inside of his body when he was brought into this world, he had been living as a human for the last nineteen years. It must had been hard on him to see that he was not the same person anymore.

"Ararez!"

Kasaran spotted me half-sitting up against an old cedar tree. His landing was rough, half-stumbling and half-driving his legs against the damp earth. Puddles of gooey mud splashed upward against his body while he raced toward me. He didn't care about his gestures and such. His only concern, as I could see it clearly in his eyes, was me. Of course, I would assume Aon was part of that concern (I hoped). He got to my side and inspected my injuries. When he saw that most of my wounds had already started to heal up, he sighed a relief.

"Thank god you are all right, Are. What in the world happened?" Looking around, he then asked: "Where's Aon?"

I pointed over his shoulder as I struggled to find a better position to sit. The soggy dirt wasn't a comfortable thing to lie on, let alone to sit on. Kasaran was stunned when he saw the mix-dragon.

"Aon! How did you…."

The mix-dragon acted rather shy. He backed away a step as he tried to maintain balance with his new grown tail. His shoulders were covered in pale green scales, which gradually diffused into a sea of dark indigo shade of draconic skin for the rest of his body. His wings extended a little then contracted. His pants was in a tatter with his shoes gone, replaced by a set of draconic feet ending in a row of piercing foot claws. He was larger compared to his human physique prior to the startling change. The most amazing detail about his current appearance was how feline he looked. A nice coat of medium length fur in deep orange covered his back, complementing his cat-like flaxen eyes, pointy ears, and that lock of crimson hair. With two of his upper fangs bearing slightly from the corners of his mouth, Aon looked really scared (he was not that frightening to look at, really).

Smiling, I said to him: "Aon. Look. It's okay with the way you are looking right now. Besides, this way you look closer to us than to the humans that you've dreaded. Besides, you look awesome with that mix color of light green, dark green, and orange on your body."

"This… this isn't exactly what I have in mind," Aon replied timidly. "I… I don't even know if I want to see what I've become now."

Kasaran walked closer to his small companion. Kneeling down, he tenderly lifted a claw and placed it on one of Aon's trembling shoulders. "Listen closely, Aon. You are who you are. You and Are are unique in your very own special way. So what if others judge you negatively by your appearance? The fact remains that you guys are better than them."

"Yeah, not to mention the incredible power that you have within you, Aon," I added. "You will no longer be bullied or made fun of. Of course, with great power comes with great responsibility. You have to use it well and not abuse it."

"Speaking of power usage," Kasaran gave me a long side-glance over his shoulder. "Why do I keep on getting the feeling that you've been using your Nemca, Are?"

I couldn't conceal my surprised expression as I tried to formulate an excuse. But somehow, I just knew that Kas would never believe any lies that I would have made up. In the end, I sighed and confessed. "I had no choice, Kas. I hope you'd understand that. The ones that are after me have finally targeted Aon as well."

Frowning, my mate stood up and flexed his wings a little. Aon had to duck out of the way nimbly to avoid getting hit. "What do you mean?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night to find Aon going off into the forest by himself. Worried about his safety I followed him silently. When I got to another clearing, the leader of the Twelve Shadows, Xerol, was there talking with Aon. I didn't hear much about their conversation, but I've caught a few lines indicating that they were interested in Aon and his ability. That was when I stepped in, to save our friend. I didn't realize how terrifying Xerol's strength was. I wasn't going to use my power, Kas, but at the time if I didn't use it, both of us would have died," I stopped briefly to catch my breath. "Of course, I failed, hence the extensive injuries that I've received. And that was when Aon transformed into a true mix-dragon. I've heard about them before but I didn't really understand their capabilities until now at least. Anyway, Kas, I'm sorry for breaking the promise between us."

I'd thought my lover was going to yell at me for being so foolish by taking on the enemy alone and by using my Nemca. Instead, I saw his concerned expression being replaced by one with content and reprieve. In the end, he got closer to me and hugged me softly. I squinted against the pain that surfaced when his movements had made me shift my position a little. Though compared to the level of affection that he had shown toward me, the agony seemed to be dissipating rapidly. I gave him a long lick on the neck and he did the same in return.

"As long as you and Aon are safe, that's all that matters…." Kasaran whispered quietly into my ears. Pulling away, he gazed at me intently. "So what happened to Xerol? More importantly, how come I wasn't woken up by all the commotions that pretty much rocked the lands last night? I honestly have no recollection of last night at all."

Shrugging, I replied: "I honestly don't know what happened to you. Well, I'm sorry for not thinking about your safety, Kas. I just raced off after Aon… I truly didn't know that I was heading off into a crazy battle with a monster. It's just unfair to you."

Smiling, Kasaran sat down in front of me. By now, the hot noon sun had hung overhead. Lines of shadows from our bodies fell upon one another. The soil didn't seem that cold and muddy anymore. The fallen leaves had also created a nice cushion for us. And the air…. The air was sweet. Its scent was a mix of flowery delight among the honey freshness that spelled nothing but pure pleasantry for us to enjoy. Its company was welcomed and somehow, I felt my wounds were healing even faster than before within the caressing of the clement breeze. Aon was still far away from us, constantly doing swipes with his new sets of claws in the warm summer air and jumping around, getting used to his newfound aptitudes.

"What about Xerol?" Kasaran brought me back to the questions at hand. "Did you guys… kill him?"

Shaking my head, I said gloomily: "I don't know. I'm sure we've destroyed him with Aon's help. But that last line he threw out before he was gone in a fiery explosion… it is unsettling."

"What did he say?"

Picking at the grass, I muttered with heavy thoughts: "Something like: 'I'll be seeing you soon'. I honestly have no idea what he meant by that." Looking up at Kasaran, I asked: "Can it be that Xerol didn't die?"

"Well, you said Aon's attack got him squarely in the chest, right?"

"Well, not 'squarely' but yeah, pretty much."

Sighing, the large gray dragon leaned back on both hands with his large claws digging deep into the earth. "Then it's most likely that he died. I'm sure that if Aon could match the power of the dark dragon, his attack would have to be immensely powerful."

"But then there's no proof that he wasn't dead," I then said once more in a more affirmed tone.

While both of us sat there looking at each other with profound thoughts swirling in our heads, Aon silently crept toward us. When he finally got close enough, he said: "Um… sorry to interrupt you two… but can we get something to eat first? I'm really hungry right now."

I didn't know why. I mean, it could be because of the innocent-looking Aon's way of expressing his hunger or it could be because he just looked so fragile and so cuddly (don't ask why), that I suddenly burst out laughing. And while the mix-dragon flicked one of his pointy ears in confusion, Kasaran joined my amusement and giggled. We didn't stop our outbursts for quite some time, until Aon got impatient with us and threatened to leave us behind in search for some food to feast on.

All the worrying and nervousness seemed to be swept away, as all three of us flew into the sky, hunting our meals under the burning sun.

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Dropping deep into the darkness and there was nothing. Within a plain of nothingness there was no life. And within lifeless space there was no soul. A soul would be so weak and pathetic in the Night's standard that such entity would only be good enough to devour on, as a snack. And once the soul was gone, so did nature.

But that was beside the point, as Xerol glided smoothly across the blackness of his homeland - the shadow realm. The realm of chaos was reluctant to wait any longer, for Xerol could feel its eagerness growing ever more intensive, as the realm expanded slowly, silently. He didn't exactly fail. No. Rather than to say it was an attempt to destroy the Tra Dragon, it was more of an endeavor to understand his enemy. For now, the leader of the Twelve Shadows realized one crucial aspect about his opponent - Tra Dragon was never as strong as the Night Beast master had claimed. The Tra Dragon was amazingly feeble. His power was limited. His experience was nearly non-existent. And compared to Xerol himself, the Tra Dragon used up a hundred-percent of his strength while Xerol only used up thirty-percent in that last battle. The magical aura of Eudon's Charm really worked out nicely. Creating a duplicated self that was not entirely physical so that he could test out Tra Dragon's limitation was a smart thing to do.

"Smart…." Xerol scoffed as he continued to sail across the black barren area.

Was it really a smart thing to do or was it just sheer luck? He had made an extraordinary discovery - the mix-dragon. A being so rare in existence that it would truly please the Night Beast master if he was able to coerce Aon to join their faction. And he did attempt to ask Aon to join them. After making sure that the third dragon in the Aon's group was asleep soundlessly. Xerol was trying to figure out where the Tra Dragon was. But after spending an hour or so searching for his enemy, he found only Aon. At first, Xerol thought the human was useless. He was about to obliterate the puny human, only did he realize then that Aon was a mix-dragon. The discovery was incredible, but the outcome was a disaster. Though his counter-part was a weak version of his real self, Aon's power had surprised him completely. It seemed that the once-human creature was able to match his Nemca since the mix-dragon annihilated the copy with great ease.

Yet, in the end, Xerol knew that he could still channel more energy than Aon, if they would cross paths once again. And next time, he would not lose.

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Ararez and Kasaran had decided to stay in the same area within the forest for one more night before they would head west to continue their exploration. Although Aon really wanted to leave the place as soon as possible because the memory of last night's combat was still fresh and horrendous to think about, both large dragons said otherwise. They did move further away from where they were though, under the stubborn insistence that the mix-dragon had imposed upon the two anthro-dragons. Now they were near a small creek that produced refreshing water to quench their thirst. After that heavy meal with the wild boars, water was something that all three of them craved.

So it was nearly midnight and Aon was sitting at the creek side, where he gazed into the surface of the rushing liquid under the bright moonlight. The whiteness of the radiance from the moon above had made everything around Aon looking bluish and crystal-like. If he hadn't been feeling lost and scared, Aon would have complimented the scenery of its beauty. The reflection of him was something that needed to get used to. The mix-dragon didn't want to be a human but he also didn't want to become a freak. What in the world was he now? Half dragon, half human, and half… cat? Either way, the furs along his back weren't exactly cool looking. And though his facial appearance resembled more of a feline-state rather than draconic, Aon could still see some slight resemblance of the dragon race. After all, his thin tail and wings were draconic. But regardless of them all, he felt like he didn't belong in any place, in any group, or in any race. He felt alone.

Hugging his knees close to himself, his naked upper body glittered with wetness. He had been dipping in the creek to calm his mind a few minutes ago. The wind was quite cool tonight, but he was agitated to a point where he couldn't feel anything except anxiety. As he continued sitting there, facing the gurgling stream, he used his claws to pick at his flesh, the flesh that was covered with dragon scales, the part of flesh that didn't have the orange furs. Rocks beneath him rattled a little when he moved his feet and let his foot claws dug deep into the crevasses of the stony ground.

"Hey…."

Aon wheeled around with a slight flinch when he heard the greeting. Ararez was there, kneeling at the side of a cluster of tall overgrown weeds. Brushing the plants aside, he groaned as he sat beside Aon. Both of them didn't talk for a good while, while they listened to the breeze and the sound of the stream. It was certainly peaceful, but they both knew that such peace would never last. Either way, they would have to battle again.

"You okay?" Finally, the Tra Dragon spoke up. Though his voice was a whisper, the softness of the night had told them that it was anything but a whisper.

Nodding, Aon sucked in a deep breath and let it out. Still gazing at the creek, he said quietly: "What's going to happen now?"

Ararez turned and looked at his friend gently. His bluish eyes scanned the face of the mix-dragon for a minute before he replied: "We continue our exploration. We have many places to visit, people to meet, areas to check…."

"In my current position, I'd have to say that this is one journey I won't be able to join with you guys anymore," Aon muttered with bitterness.

Ararez suddenly leaned over and gave Aon a quick lick on his face. Though the mix-dragon was much larger than before in his human status, he was still considerably small compared to Ararez. So when the light bluish dragon pressed his tongue against the left side of Aon's cheek, the mix-dragon was stunned. Falling to the side because of the strength that was placed in that lick, Aon could only gape at Ararez.

Laughing silently, Ararez said: "Does that wake you up finally? In case you haven't noticed, we don't care about your appearance. You have a good heart and we all know it. You are our friend now. You are part of our group. There is no way we will abandon you right now just because you look different than before."

"But-"

Placing a claw on Aon's mouth, Ararez shook his head. Arcing his neck, he gazed down at his small companion. "No buts. We love you as much as you love us. That's all there is to it."

Aon stared at the Tra Dragon in total stillness. Finally, he sighed and nodded. Repositioning himself, he went back to staring at the stream. Ararez smiled as he brought the mix-dragon close to his side and gave him a good hug. They both sat there together, as the trail of water continued to roll down the creek vividly in a shower of sparkling crystal vapors.

To be continued…

End Chapter 12
I'd thought so too. Unfortunately, when I've realized how large the story has become, the sex scenes would be redundant if I were to use it over and over again in many chapters.

So basically, to avoid letting the readers to start feeling bored and thinking: "Not another same old sex scene…", I'd thought it'd be better to focus on the storyline while incorporating some adult themes here and there. I hope you'd understand.

I really appreciate all your honesty, so everything is good.

EDIT: Also, think of it as a form of surprise as well. You won't know when or where the sex will appear.

wow i really love this story. i love it so much thats its one of the main reasons ive been coming back to this site to check for new chapters.

as much as i hate to criticize this im afraid that i have to, its perfect except for maybe one thing: some parts of the dialouge kinda sound unnatural especially if you are using dialoge to explain stuff it doesnt really sound like a natural conversation it doesnt flow right. i think it would make things a lot smoother if maybe you didnt use dialoge to explain certain words or if a certain character tries to explain something to another stop and ask yourself:Would I say this that way? its ok the way it is and im not trying to be mean by criticizing you just trying to help you improve the story.

once again i love this story and have yet to see a better story on this site or a better dragon story on any of the sites ive been to.
great ch you seem to always be able to pull it off

i guess i should get back to mine now been really slacking, a lot of stuff has been on my mind lately and my story was the last thing i was worrying about.

i got a brilliant song that would be good for this ch

artist : evanescence
song: where will you go

You’re too important for anyone
You play the role of all you long to be
But I, I know who you really are
You’re the one who cries when you’re alone

[Chorus:]
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
You can’t escape

You think that I can’t see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You’re left to face yourself alone

[Chorus:]
But where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
The truth
I realize you’re afraid (I realize)
But you can’t abandon everyone
You can’t escape
You don’t want to escape

I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can’t live your whole life all alone?
I can hear you when you whisper
But you can’t even hear me screaming

[Chorus:]
Where will you go (where will you go)
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can’t escape
The truth
I realize you’re afraid (I realize)
But you can’t reject the whole world
You can’t escape
You won’t escape
You can’t escape
You don’t want to escape

and again great story if there was a bow icon here i'd have it here a couple times
Yes.

Aon is a character that I pretty much want to elaborate on, but he isn't one that can allow me to write in first person, because Ararez is the main character in the story. Therefore, to make Ararez seem less significant, I've decided to resort to third-person view whenever Aon's talking. It just seems natural that way.

In addition, giving the story different perspectives allows readers to feel refreshed and intrigued. The whole idea is also to generate interests and uniqueness in terms of interactivity with the tale itself.

With just a scan thru, I find it rather intriguing. When I have more time I will read it in detail and since it's a rare dragon story, I'll read it again ^>^. And remember, each novelist is their own best critic and worst enemy, think you have bad writings and you won't get into your work ^.^ good luck with your future stories

To show good spirit: I give to you and your fans a word document of all 12 chaps…though if they are like me, they save every grand story they find ^.^

(Just remove the .avi in the property)

 
1.dragons+sex= super good story

2.dragons+sex+great chracters= even better story

3.dragons +sex+ great characters + great plot = something truly special

you are somewere beyond the 3rd one originaly i looked at this story and halfway through first chapter still no sex but i stuck with it and am glad that i did. and now even if you totally removed ALL the sex and i mean even sexual references you would still have one of the best dragon story i have ever seen and the best story on this site (ive seen better ones at literotica.com but just barely better).

i was just wondering if ya know if you ever wanna add some more variety maybe some m/f or f/f perfectly fine as it is but there is always room for improvement. think about it.

still BEST STORY EVER ON SITE I HAVE READ YET

d@#m! This was HOT! Yep! Definitely! All of it leading up to this was good! It's the storyline and the interaction of those dragons, uh huh! and then it's the description of the scenes themselves and the character's emotions and inner turmoil….yeah, all that's cool, but d@#mmit if it wasn't just F$*^KING HOT!

More! More!

Encore! Encore!

Brava! Brava!

Hey….can you tell I loved it?

Keep up the good work!
you… are… a… freaking… GOD!!! This is the best story that I've ever read! I love it so much, and I wish that it was real and that I was in it soooo badly!! Please please PLEASE keep up the good work. You truly are godlike when it comes to writing stories of this nature. The way it flows and feels is as if I was reading a novel that I can't put down until I'm done, sort of like Harry Potter (but with sex scenes ) . I'm desperate for the next chapter, and I can't express in words how amazing this story makes me feel! I love your story, and I'm going to be very sad when this ends. One last time… I LOVE THIS STORY, EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!

(PS, is there going to be a sex scene with Aon and a dragon?)

This story creeps onto the next page again.

It is such a fantastic story I have read it many times now, and it is still fantastic. If it could be turned into a film, i would go an see it. It is rare to find a good story that will get me to keep wanting more, but this one pushes all of the buttons. I have to keep reading, must see the next chapter got to keep going.

If i could i would recommend this story to everyone, but for the moment, to stop it having to be bumped to first page all of the time, i would strongly suggest someone should pin this to the top of the board for all to admire.

Thank you SolarianWolf, please, for the sanity of all that have read this story, keep up the good work!