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Okay everyone, you should know the rules, 18+ only or for those who think they're mature enough, can take resposibility for their actions, and are good at controlling themselves. This won't be the last chapter but it is my biggest :) Enjoy...

It was now 3 months since the arrival of Omisa's brother Elis unto their world, and everything was fine. Drai still studying up on his spells, Olarnis discussing business with the council, and Elis simply enjoying his newfound life. A few evil dragons were still around but they would soon be dealt with, but Omisa would not help fight them again! But now, our current situation...

It was a clear day, with the suns shining as brightly as ever, and the animals playing in the fields, galloping across the tall grass. They were not alone however, for Omisa was taking a walk though those very fields, enjoying the radiant sunlight on his dark scales. He knew how nice it was to bask in the sun but he had other matters to attend to, like getting the sack of food he was carrying back home. He sighed as he kept going at his pace, thinking about Shola and their first Yiss. In fact, that was their only Yiss to date; they never took on that act again. Neither did they meet up even to talk, mainly because Shola was busy with her own life, when she found out she had passed her education. He thought hard, as he walked out of the high grass and into the forest around their home, juggling that enigmatic question in his head. Will he ever meet her again?

He arrived at the Acrolyte, his one true home, and went inside to see Olarnis standing against the wall. His arms were crossed, his head looking down to the floor as if there was something of interest down there. He moved his head up to see Omisa coming through the door.

"I see you got the food." Olarnis spoke, moving away from the wall and taking the sack from him. He saw that Omisa was daydreaming, but the look on his face said something more. "Is there something wrong Omisa?" Asked Olarnis, snapping Omisa out of it.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing, I've just been thinking lately." Omisa said, shaking his head to bring him back to the real world.

"That's not something you do often is it Omisa?" Said a familiar voice from the staircase. Omisa turned to see Drai standing there, leaning on one of the banisters. The look on his face was one that said 'I know what you're thinking of'.

"Drai please quit turning everything into a joke." Omisa said, hissing a bit.

"Well, you did say I should lighten up." Drai replied, smiling at his joke.

"Right, that does it." Omisa began to hurl himself at Drai but was intervened by Olarnis, which pushed him back and toppled Drai to the floor. Olarnis spoke out from the pile of Dracious that now lay there.

"Grrr, I had enough of you two fighting like this, you're adults now!" He said, struggling to get to his feet, pulling Omisa up with him.

"Then tell Drai to SHUT UP, I don't need his silly jokes right now. I've got a lot on my mind. The last thing I need is any chrek from him." He shouted harshly, bursting into tears and storming past everyone to go upstairs. The last sound he made was the slam of his bedroom door. Elis had apparently just got to the main hall from the kitchen after hearing Omisa shouting.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Elis, making his brothers heads turn to him, silent like statues. Olarnis eventually spoke the answer.

"There is nothing wrong Elis, Omisa needs to sort his head out."

Omisa didn't come down for tea that night, or even leave his room for the toilet or shower. Everyone was getting a bit worried now, especially Elis since they were closer than his other brothers. After all, they acted out in Yiss more times than any other dragon in the world. So Elis decided to go up and see him. He went upstairs and opened the door to his room to see Omisa on the bed, curled up slightly with his back towards the door. The faint sound of sniffing could be heard from the black mass. Elis went further in, closing the door behind him, and then Omisa spoke.

"Hello Elis." He said in a rather upset and croaky voice. Elis was now looking over his side to see that his eyes were closed, one hand upon his muzzle while the other was wrapped around his chest. These signs showed a lot of stress and worry was on Omisa's mind.

"Omisa, you didn't come down for tea. Is something wrong?" Elis asked, but Omisa just lay there, silent except for his breathing. Then Elis read his thoughts to see what was wrong, seeing that he missed Shola. "It's her, isn't it?" He said in a comforting way, pulling Omisa up in his arms to hug him. Omisa cried lightly, teeth showing through his maw, feeling happy to be with his brother but upset that he's not with her. He stopped crying a few minutes later, and then he pulled back from Elis, wanting to speak now.

"All I want Elis...is to be with her again. To hold her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heart against mine. But I don't know where she lives now...and I may never do." He seemed on the verge of crying while he talked but knew that it would not bring her back.

"Should I sleep here tonight?" Elis asked, wanting to keep his brother company through this depression.

"If you could Elis." Said Omisa lightly, and with that they got under the covers and fell asleep for the night. Omisa liked the company when he was down but it would not be enough, unless she returned to him.

She awoke once again to the light shining through her window, near blinding her. She closed her eyes and moved out of the sunlight before opening them again, still slightly drowsy from the sleep.

"I need to get a room with a North facing window." She said to herself as she rubbed her eyes, getting to her feet. She looked around to see the small mess her room was in now, with cups and wooden saucers scattered around the floor and some lying on the bedside table. She also noticed the wet patch on the sheets, remembering the small Yiss she had with herself last night. She smiled a little, wondering what her face looked like when she was being pleasured. She hadn't got quite used to the feeling and still cringed a bit from time to time. She thought about her friends as she stood there, about her teacher Omisa, about how he helped her. In fact, she hadn't seen him for months, making her wonder if he was alright and getting on with life. She went around the room gathering up the cups and saucers that were scattered, placing them by the bed to be washed later. She went to open the door when someone knocked at it, she quirked a brow at the wonder of who it could be. She opened the door to find a pink dragon standing there in the hallway, looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked, suddenly being grasped at her hands by his, as if he was beginning to plead. He spoke to her in a desperate voice.

"I'm sorry if you don't know me but I'm a brother of Omisa, and I really need your help. He has fallen into a depression and won't come out of his room to even eat, just because he hasn't seen you lately. So, could you see him for us?" She had no idea that Omisa would actually do this, let alone fall into depression. She had known him as a kind and considerate dragon with loads of energy and a likeness of Yiss. She was worried now, what if Omisa really has done this, what if he kills himself because of this? She knew what must be done.

"Okay then, but could I know who you are?" She questioned, knowing that in the rush the dragon forgot to introduce himself.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Elis, Elis Dragin." He replied, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, I'll be down soon, just let me to get cleaned up." Elis nodded, still in a bit of a rush since he sneaked out while Omisa was still asleep. If Omisa woke up and Elis wasn't there, it might push him a little too far into his depression.

The shower room was empty; every other Dracious was in town or in a nearby library. She went inside and the water started to pour from the ceiling in a way similar to rain. She jumped a bit from the cold water but it quickly heated up and she was getting washed, her scales now erected to get to the skin underneath. She thought of what could have happened to Omisa if he was like this since yesterday, not eating or sleeping right or even going to the toilet. The physical and mental pain he must be in right now, it made her feel sorry for not being at his side, to help comfort him, to care for him.

She nearly finished up until an idea crawled into her head, a rather Yissy idea. After all, there was no one here to see her do it by herself, but she tried to resist, the safety and health of Omisa being more important than he little act. A sudden recognition in her mind dispersed her worries, relaxing her suddenly, moving her hand over her sheath against her thoughts. She realised that this was Omisa's subconscious, the instinct to Yiss that she received as a gift from him. All her worrying set it off and now she saw that the only way out was to Yiss.

She began to rub her sheath in a gentle motion, purring in her chest and the water helped to relax her, which was unusually becoming warmer. She moved her finger over the sheath, parting the lips of her genital slit, easing her finger in and out at a steady pace. Her insides began to react to the pleasure as she started to contract around the intruding finger, her own lubrication leaking into her orifice. She started moaning softly as the pleasure increased, pushing her finger deeper into her, and managing to stroke the Menjouri penis that lay in there.

Menjouri is an ancient dragon word for 'false' or 'inactive', which means that the Menjouri penis no longer has the function that it would have in a male or herm. Dragons are developed with both sex organs in the egg, but one is usually left underdeveloped, except in the case of a herm dragon, so that the dragon is hatched with its own sex organs and not that of it's opposite gender.

She moaned even louder, the pleasure moving her closer to a climax, the water helping to maintain a relaxed position but not as much as she would collapse onto the floor. She moved from her Menjouri penis, going to the top of her orifice, penetrating the walls of her vagina. She could no longer stand from these surges of pleasure and decided to sit on the floor. She started to snarl lightly, her walls contracting around the appendage that now lay in her. She wanted it to go deeper, to fill up every space inside her but her finger was not long enough to accomplish that. Her natural lubrication now leaked out of the slit, being washed away by the water, only to be replaced by more when she pulled her finger out.

For some reason, she couldn't attain a climax but was so close to one as well, she just couldn't do it alone. Her worries got the best of her and she stopped for a bit, wondering whether this sort of stimulation alone could achieve anything. She really wanted to Yiss with Omisa, the way he was always Yissful but careful and always caring. The way he achieved such a climax so quickly but never denied anyone of theirs'. The love he had in his eyes when they acted in Pure Yiss, their hearts beating in rhythm with one another, the way they embraced one another from when he entered her to their climax.

Then she shuddered violently as she achieved a climax, he finger now squashed be the surrounding walls, he cum flowing out of her orifice in a stream like manner. She moaned and snarled loudly a few times in tune to her contractions, finally falling into a deep purr as her cum washed away by the water, which was now cooling down. She smiled, knowing that all she needed to achieve climax...was a memory of the one she loved. Could she have been in love with Omisa all this time? Could they soon be mates? She sat there for a while, pondering those questions before she got washed again and exited the shower room. She caught the scent of her musk, a sweet honey like smell with lavender, which females usually gave off as a sex identity. She met back up with Elis and they set off to the Acrolyte.

Omisa was not at his best, weak from the lack of food and water, which he himself had denied. He couldn't even Yiss because his strength had left him; it was like a second Perpetual Bliss to him. He knew that Elis left when he heard the door close, which woke him up, that and the absence of warmth in the bed. He could hear the main door open, the sounds of voices being heard but too far away to recognise. He strained his ear holes in an attempt to listen but he was too weak, so he simply lay there and waited to see what happens. The sound of steps on the stairs could be heard, light steps echoing slowly in his room. A strange musk was smelt by him, almost recognisable, like honey and lavender. A female? In the Acrolyte? He smiled lightly, knowing there hasn't ever been a woman in the Acrolyte, not since her...

He stopped in the midst of his thought, wondering if it was truly her; did she come to his aid, to finally be with him again? The door opened, and low and behold, the same green scales, the yellow plates, and the recognisable blue stripes, it was all there. Shola was there. He almost felt like crying, knowing that his loved one now stood a few feet from him, the comfort of the thought warming him up inside.

"Omisa, what happened to you?" she questioned shockingly, seeing the state he was in, making her feel like crying.

"I'm...sorry...Shola, I...didn't...I couldn't..." He coughed a bit, not harshly but it seemed enough to have her move straight to his side.

"Use your telepathy Omisa, you cannot talk like this." She said, the tears welling up in her eyes becoming more prominent. He told her telepathically of what forced him into this, that he was angry with his brother, that he missed her so much, and all he really needed was for her to be at his side. She burst into tears, embracing him strongly, which lifted him off the bed and into her arms. He wept lightly, loving the hug she gave him, finding the strength to return it. They sat there, together, arms tightly holding one another as if they could live if they separated. They calmed down and she moved back to look into his eyes, still holding him to stop him from falling.

"I'm going to help Omisa, to get you back on your feet." She was smiling now, finding the courage to help him, and aid him back to health. He had to stay in bed for a few days to rest up, Shola sleeping very little in an attempt to help Omisa in any way possible. She, however, could not Yiss with him yet since he was too weak and it could cause him pain. She did bring him meals at regular intervals, starting with simple things like soup and porridge, soon becoming a balanced meal of meats and vegetables.

After four days of her coming to his aid, he asked her something after a meal.

"Shola?"

"Yes Omisa, do you need something?" She asked.

"Could you help me to the shower room?" He replied, her face showing a little worry on the task he wanted her to do.

"But you cannot stand Omisa, you're still too weak." She said as she went over to him, kneeling down and placing a hand on his cheek. He moved his own hand up to hold hers, smiled, and then said.

"I know. That's why you're going to be my walking stick." He said light heartedly, making her giggle a bit.

"Okay then Omisa, I'll take you to the shower room." She said. She took Omisa's arm and placed it across her back for support, lifting him up by his waist, her strength making it easy to carry him. He moved his feet one in front of the other as they both left his room, making some attempt at walking. He didn't want to look helpless, he was quite a fighter and he wanted to do anything he could to overcome the obstacles that lay before him.

They arrived in the shower room, the light reflecting off the white tiles of the room, making it rather bright. The water poured through the ceiling as they entered, as usual, cold at first but becoming warmer almost immediately. She stopped in the centre of the room, laying Omisa down on the floor in a sitting position, both of them erecting their scales to get cleaned.

"Do you want me to wash you?" Shola asked Omisa. He looked up and smiled.

"Only if I can wash you." He said, not jokingly but lovingly, liking her company more than ever now. She still smiled, knowing Omisa meant for humour but making it sound different. So they started to wash each other, both of them purring at the warm water and the massage they were exchanging as they washed each other. They occasionally tickled each other as well, laughing all the while, Omisa falling over after a strong giggle. Shola helped him back up and they continued, leaving only one place left to clean, theirs sheaths. Omisa looked at her with a similar sense of need, not intending it to be there but not fighting it either.

"No problem Omisa, now close your eyes." Shola said softly, Omisa doing as he is told. She stroked his sheath lightly, hearing him purr, seeing he isn't reacting badly to this. She continued her gentle caressing of his sheath, cleaning out the dirt that gathered the whole time he was in bed. The pleasure started to rise in him; his sheath was now swelling and pushing into her hand, as if it wants Shola to continue to stroke it. She could see what was coming now, he was getting aroused by this and he hasn't Yissed for a good five days now. She caressed harder now, slipping her finger between his genital lips, which of course resisted since his peak of arousal hadn't arrived. He shuddered in delight as he felt the intrusion, leaning back on his arms to allow her to 'clean' it better, moaning lightly. She saw his member peak out from the sheath, slowly easing out since her finger restricted its movement. She removed her finger, allowing the member to pulsate in the air, moving only slightly because of the genital lips keeping it still. She looked at it for a bit, seeing that it was already clean, even after being inside the orifice for so long. Then she remembered that it only needs to be cleaned if he's Yissed recently, which he hasn't. He was breathing deeper now, the water rapping on his member he was finding to be quite pleasurable, wondering why Shola stopped.

He was about to open his eyes to find out when he suddenly cringed in a surge of pleasure, his member now enveloped in a warm and wet environment. Shola had taken his member in his maw, sucking on it softly, tongue licking and squashing the member against the roof of her mouth. He never felt pleasure like this for a long time so it felt amazing to him, it almost felt like his first Yiss with another dragon. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much though that he climaxed no sooner than half a minute after she started. He roared as he reached his peak, his cum shooting into Shola's maw, which she swallowed before the next ejaculation. He never climaxed like this before; the semen he was saving up over the past days was giving him the best orgasm so far. It couldn't last forever though, as his spasms inside subsided, Shola now releasing the member from her maw and looking at Omisa, smiling.

"I think you're clean now." She said.

"Inside and out." Omisa replied, making them both laugh. They got up and dried off before she carried him back to his room.

"I think I will go make you some lunch now, no Yissing while I'm gone." She said, smiling, as she walked out the door and down the stairs to prepare some lunch for Omisa. He was going to have to find a way to repay her kindness, a big way, and he had something in mind.

The next day, Omisa decided that it was time he tried to walk again, so he had his brothers pick him up and carry him downstairs to the library. Shola stood a distance from Omisa, Olarnis, and Drai, Elis watched from a chair, eager to see how well Omisa would do in recovering his ability to walk. At first, Omisa couldn't even keep his legs straight, their lack of use made them feel like jelly to him. He persisted though, and soon was able to stand on his two feet.

"Well, that's a start." Said Drai, happy to finally see Omisa back on his feet.

"Go on Omisa, walk over to her." He said, stretching his arm out to lead the way to her. Omisa took a deep breath, and stepped forward...collapsing down on his leg, hitting the floor with a cry of pain. His brothers rushed over to help him but he refused their help.

"No, please." Omisa told them. "I can do this; I just need a little courage to help me." He pulled himself to his feet once again, using a book shelf to grip on. He slipped now and then but was soon back on his feet and raring for another go. He took a step forward, almost slipping down to the floor again, trying to regain his centre. He took another step forward, not slipping this time but his leg shook violently, trying to cope with the weight put on it. He knew he couldn't hold onto the bookcase forever, so he let go and continued on, taking his third step. He wobbled a bit and nearly fell on his back, saved by his tail which now supported his weight. He sees he could do this whenever he fell, so Omisa decided to use it while he walked, rather like a walking stick.

"Well done Omisa." Elis whispered under his voice, smiling at Omisa's clever discovery. Omisa kept going now, using his tail to aid him as he walked, now going much quicker than before. The position of his tail, however, was very awkward and it hurt if too much pressure was put on it. Whenever he fell and forced his weight onto the tail, he grimaced to keep himself from crying out in pain. He was doing very well, just a few steps away from Shola now; she stood there ready to catch Omisa if he fell forward.

So he did, on his last few steps he collapsed into Shola's open arms, giving her a nice hug. He could hear the clapping of his brother's hands, obviously in celebration of his attempt. He could already feel the muscles strengthen, regaining the control that they lost before. Shola took him in both her arms and carried him back to bed, laying him down on his quilt covers. Where he fell asleep, a bit exhausted from all the walking, falling, and trying to get back up.

It was now night and Shola couldn't sleep, apparently a little Yissy now, rolling around in the temporary bed trying to fight it. She eventually gave in and moved the covers off her body, exposing her sheath which was now a red-orange colour. She proceeded to Yiss herself when she heard a voice inside her head, Omisa's voice.

"It's not like you to Yiss at the most curious of times." He said telepathically.

"Well Omisa, it's like you said, it's better done and dusted then preying on your mind." She replied telepathically.

"True. But the main reason I'm speaking right now is that I have something for you."

"And this something is...?" She asked curiously, quirking a brow in the pitch black.

"Come into my room and I will show you."

She got up, still aroused, and walked out the room towards Omisa's, trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone. She opened the door and found Omisa sitting on the end of the bed, making out the shape in the darkness. She moved forward, right next to his side, and surprisingly he stood up. She stepped back, a bit shocked that Omisa is standing in his condition.

"Omisa? What are you doing, you're going to hurt yourself." She moved forward to grab him, hand moving in, but was stopped by his own hand. She stood briefly confused until his hand moved hers to his sheath, touching his member which has now exited the sheath. She smiled a little in the darkness.

"I need your help Shola." He asked politely, a little care in his grasp. "Would you Yiss with me?" He let go off her hand but it remained on the member, stroking it slightly, making him purr a little. She moved him over to the bed, continuously stroking his length, both of them lying on their sides, facing each other.

"Of course I will." She replied, giving Omisa a little lick on his muzzle, followed by her giving a light kiss. He returned the kiss, both of them falling deeper into the now elevating passion. He picked up the scent of her musk, knowing that she was aroused since she entered the room. Both of them closed their eyes, Omisa moving down slightly to position his penis on her genital slit. He telepathically told her if she was ready, she hummed a confirmation into his muzzle.

He pushed his member into her, pushing straight through into her vagina, her walls now contracting softly around the intruder. Both of them moaned into each others muzzles, breathing heavily through their nostrils. The moved from a kiss into a locked jaws position before Omisa pulled a section of his length from within her. He pushed it back slowly into her, listening to the long moan she gave as the penis crept along her walls. After all, he did say he would repay her in some way. He moved slowly out and into her, resisting his own pleasures and fuelling her own, wanting her to climax first. She started to move her tongue into Omisa's mouth, slipping around inside his maw, finding it unusually pleasurable. He decided to do this as well, moving his tongue around hers, squeezing it lightly, and licking at the walls of her mouth. She continued her long moaning, breathing deeply between moans, now trusting forward to make the member go deeper, to fill her up as much as possible. Her climax was now approaching, her fluids leaking out of her slit each time Omisa pushed in, soaking part of his member in it. He was approaching his own climax as well, relaxing himself in hope that it will lessen the pleasures and make it take longer for him to cum.

Shola's contractions sped up, rhythmically pulling the member into her, surprising Omisa and making the pleasure in him peak, his climax just a hair breadth away. He couldn't resist now, and with one last thrust, he pushed both their pleasures to their peaks, triggering their climaxes. Both of them moaned loudly into each others maws, breathing rapid and deep as they climaxed, Omisa shooting cum in her and Shola rhythmically squeezing his member now flooded by her juices. They calmed down after some time, a squeegee sound being heard from their sheaths as her fluids soaked them. The parted their jaws, looking deeply into each others eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the Yiss.

"Shola, thank you." Omisa said, embracing his good friend, and Shola returning it. They eventually noticed what their sheaths were doing a moment later, both of them looking down to see what the noise was. The sheaths were moving! Only slightly, but it could be seen, the squeegee sound being made when the sheaths rubbed each other. Shola and Omisa were surprised by this, since they were both no longer aroused and yet their sheaths did not swell down.

This is an uncommon event that occurs when two dragons who love each other deeply engage in a Yiss with similar actions to mating i.e. kissing. This causes the sheaths of both dragons to automatically rub each other after climax, showing that they are truly meant to be mates. The event of the sheaths rubbing isn't pleasurable but comforting since you have proof that you're with someone you truly love.

They looked at each other again, smiling, and then pulled willingly into another kiss, showing they love each other. Omisa broke the kiss, ready to say something.

"I guess it was meant to be. You and I are mates." He gave a smile, tears forming in his eyes, before he was embraced by her again, both of them crying their tears of joy. They had both found a love in their life and nothing was going to separate them. The parted again, looking at each other, seeing the others glistening scales due to their tears.

"We're a mess." Shola said, making them both laugh.

"Yeah."

"Care for another Yiss?" She said, her sheath becoming red again. Omisa looked down, his member becoming aroused again, pushing against his genital slit.

"Why not." He said, looking back at her. "We are mates after all."

And with that, they knew they were now mates, but a whole life was laid out for them, all they had to do now...was explore it.