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The torch near the cell door flickered and awoke Drake, who had been sleeping on the damp cell floor. He sat up and rubbed the area under the ankle shackles that always blistered. Stumbling groggily towards the door, he looked for the Lunch guard who'd be delivering his food. When he heard nothing coming down the corridor, he sat in the corner of his cell, away from the light. He had learned that the guards were less likely to beat him if he stayed away from light and most of all their sight.

He heard the familiar sound of claws ticking on the concrete, one of the many peculiar sounds the Lunch guard made. He wasn't human. Most of his kind are as tall as a human and have the same appendages, but that's where the similarities ended. Their hide is armored by thick greenish scales (anyone who saw him would swear they were giant lizards.) and a muscular-build to match it. Their faces were elongated like dragons, and had a row of several sharp teeth on the top and bottom. Much like humans, this species had away to tell males from females; since he was male he had sharp bone-like spikes that protruded and arched downward in almost even increments on their tails. They were named Lizardfolk by the First Emperor and their happiness seemed to change with every new emperor creating their own laws for them.

He slid open the food slot in the door and his golden eyes peered through it as he prepared Drake's meal. "So I ssee your still here? I expected you to be dead."

"Not yet." Drake said as a smile broke out on his face. It was a small joke in the Kingdom: The king almost always sentences people to death, but only if they were convicted. "If I'm lucky, I'll get released and freed on all charges."

"Maybe," He said as he pushed the meal into Drake's waiting hands on the other side of the cell door. He stood up and looked through the cell door bars. "- I have a question I wanted to ask you."

"What?" Drake said as he tore into the turkey leg, "You'd best ask now. I don't know if I'll be here later."

"Why did you do it?" He said in a solemn tone, "You knew what would happen."

"I thought I had the support of the people to overthrow the king." Drake wiped his greasy hands on his pants and picked at the food, "'Apparently, I didn't. Some scum ratted on me and the king crushed the small resistance army."

"If it's any consolation, most of us are remorseful for losing you."

Drake nodded, and the cook left to the next cell. Drake had a soft spot for the Lizardfolk. The Emperor often beat down on them more than the Peasants, but that's not to say the peasants didn't suffer. Drake thought that he could get rid of the King and lead the world into a new way of thinking. Drake sat and finished his meal, still thinking about the day's events. He began to mess with his black hair that managed to be able to resist any and all efforts he made to make it look better.

"Mr. Drake." The Warden's scratchy voice called, as he unlocked the door, "The king will see you."

Drake walked submissively down the hall, each passing torch was a count down till he faced the king. His shackles sung with each step. Finally, they reached the golden throne room, where the Fat King sat in his chair; and his pompous nobles stood laughing at the jester to amuse themselves before the trial.

"Quiet!" Shouted the king so loud his belly jiggled. The nobles began a frenzy of shhh noises, as Drake approached the King.

"Bow down," Said one of the guards as he hit Drake in the head with a spear. Drake fell to his knees and took the time to look at the nobles, he notice that several of the Lizardfolk were serving as slaves, and he could see the pity on their faces as their leader was about to be put on trial.

"Today, we are here to discuss the punishment of the Treasonous Drake." The King said as he rose from his silk and gold throne. "This man planned to overthrow me, Your King, whom god himself sanctioned. Not only is he a traitor but a heretic."

The nobles collapsed into an uproar. They shouted curses and ill-meaning words, continuing this until the King started to talk again. "For this horrid act, not only will you pay but all shall pay. Any offence, small or great, the perpetrator shall be sent to the pit. I shall institute this policy NOW! I want them to start being teleported immediately. From what my mages tell me there is already cities below, so you shall be adequately defended. Of course, I being the god-given King will provide the means to build the additional shelters needed. A mercy these criminals do not deserve."

The nobles cheered at this news and shouted, "God bless the King."

"Take him back to his cell, and prepare the teleporter."

Drake sat in his cell, in the farthest corner he could find. He wanted to be dead for the suffering the people will be put through, but that would not solve their suffering. He had heard much about the first time the Emperor's army had gone through the teleport, in fact books have been written about it for some time. Supposedly, the labyrinth of caverns was discovered by an ancient civilization who built the teleport. It was filled with monsters that could terrify any men. The king decided that it was a punishment worse than death to be sent there, and with that all of his political enemy's were sent their. Drake had hoped that he would receive death before he'd be forced to go there.

"Tck." The sounds of the lunch guard's clawed feet echoed through the hall way. He was walking too swiftly to be pushing the server's cart. The lunch guard looked around before talking to Drake through the barred window of the door.

"Take this." He said, handing Drake a deep green sphere gem.

"What is it?" Drake said as he held it between his forefinger and thumb. The gem's insides seemed to shift around; he dismissed it as an illusion.

"Thisss is a gem that we, "Lizardfolk", as you call us, use to mark who our allies are. This is a sacred item among my race. Regardless of their tribe or intelligence, they will aid you if they see this."

"Thank you, Arokh." It was too late by the time Drake had said it. Arokh, the Lunch guard, had fled from Drake's cell door. Drake pocketed the Gem; Chance's are by the time he gets down there, he'll be infamous and very few humans will want him around.

Drake laid down to rest for the night, and to prepare for tomorrow.

"This is it isn't it?" He thought as he heard the sound of the Head Warden's boots approaching. He decided quickly that whatever happens he would not go down looking bad.

The Metal boots tapped out a steady death march as he approached. "This will be the last I see of sun."

"Mr. Drake." The warden said, as he unlocked his cell. "It's time."

They forced him to walk past the throne room and into the bright sunny courtyard. The sky was an aqua blue with few clouds. There Drake stood in front of the teleporter. It looked as though three trees had intertwined themselves at the top, and a greenish-blue aura erupted in the center of the telepad. It hummed blindly, completely unaware of the harm it was doing.

"Drake?" The King said as he made his appearance in the dead silent courtyard. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Yes, I only hope one day the people throw you into this place."

The King laughed maliciously. "Throw him into the pit."

Drake looked into the portal's aura of blue and green that waved about in the summer air. The electricity blasted through his brain, tearing apart each neuron; it burned in rippling waves down his spine and pulsed through his body. It felt as though his very soul was being torn from his body. He was about to collapse when his body went mercifully numb. Suddenly, the world started to shift and mix and he was no longer standing; he was moving at an incredible rate of speed. The horizon was so warped and twisted he could no longer see the world but just the mush of colors that it was composed of. Horror gripped him as the bright colors began to blacken and distort. The trees on the horizon had changed shapes; in fact the whole horizon was different. It was of a town, with walls that were stained with mold. It had to be deep underground. He accelerated faster, heading straight for the Portal wall. Although the numbness was overwhelming, He manage to scream but no sounds came out.

The face-first landing on the other side made him vomit; spewing chunks of acid and turkey across the damp dirt. He wiped the acid dribbling from his lips, as he got on his knees, and tried to recover from the fall. A man wearing a mayor's sash ran over and helped him up.

"Damn, son. You took quite a spill," He pointed to the mixture of green bile and turkey meat, "and then spilt some more. Some advice if you ever use any teleporter, don't try to open your mouth."

"Yeah?" Drake said, still a little light-headed from the portal. He looked to the portal behind him; surprisingly it looked exactly the same as the one above, no guards, no anything to prevent him from returning. He sprinted towards the greenish blue aura in the center, his mind focusing on revenge. He drew closer to the portal, with intent to return. As he was about to step into portal pad, and immense sonic blast-like sound erupted and he felt himself flying again. He hit into the wall, and shot of pain raced up his spine.

The man began to laugh and only after a few moments could he finally speak, "Don't worry, son. You're not the first to try that."

"How do we get out of here?" Drake snapped, mildly annoyed at the man's laughing.

"Don't be stupid. If they didn't want us back on the surface they wouldn't give us a way to escape from down here."

"So what do I do now that I'm here?"

"You get a sword and a few pieces of our currency to spend it on. Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Drake would you?"

Drake tried to intimidate him. "Yeah I am. What's it to you?"

"I sent all the transportees to another city," His tone became more serious, "They piled around the teleporter waiting for you to come down. Chance's are they're gonna put a bounty on your head." The man with drew a large sack of gold from his waistband and handed it to Drake. "You should spend some of it at the bar. Trust me, all the whiskey in the world won't make your life any worse, and maybe a bit better."

Drake wandered the dirt streets, and watched the children as they sprinted about playing the same games he did as a child. People were haggling with the street merchants, and a few traders came to Drake to try to sell something. He dismissed them all quickly, and proceeded to the sword smith.

The steady pounding of a hammer against steel was a dead give away to where the smith was. His shop, although clearly marked with a sword, was tiny at best, and the heat of the forge could be felt outside. Drake entered what truly felt like a little piece of hell under earth.

He approached the burly pale blacksmith, "What do you sell?"

"WHAT?" The blacksmith yelled over the roar of his forge, "I'S BEEN DOING THIS FOR SOMETIME AND MY HEARIN' AIN'T THE BEST."

"WHAT DO YOU SELL?" Drake yelled over the forge.

"I SELL SWORDS AND STUFF. STUFF YOU COULDN'T AF-" The blacksmith caught his eye on the large sack of money. "AFFORD TO MISS."

"I WANT THE BEST GREATSWORD YOU HAVE." Drake shouted.

"AYE, I HAVE THIS HERE MITHERAL GREATSWORD. BEST MONEY CAN BUY." The man withdrew from a weapons rack, a long two-handed blade. Drake lifted it and held it in his hand, it barely had any weight. "I want this one."

"WHAT?"

"I WANT THIS ONE; AND THE SHEATH TOO!"

"OK, HAND ME YOUR GOLD BAG, IT'LL COST YOU ALMOST ALL OF THAT."

Drake reached into his pocket for the gold bag, and his hand rubbed against the gem he'd been given. "What was that thing Arokh gave me?" He thought. "If its as valuable as he said, I should probably not go around showing it off.

He withdrew the bag, and gave him it to the blacksmith, and took the well-crafted great sword and the sheath. It was one of the more unusual sheaths that you wear on your back, and has to use a long strap connected to both ends of the sheath to hold it there. After a few tries he got the sheath on, took the sword from the smith, along with his lightened Gold bag, and left for the tavern.

The Old Flask was the oldest tavern in the area. Its owner was the last succeeding generation of the founder. Drake sat on the emerald green chairs and looked around the bar before ordering any thing.

"I'd like a room please." Drake said as he sat a gold piece in front of the Inn keeper. The inn door slammed in the background and the Innkeeper looked up, his wrinkled face showed a distinct flavor of hate to whoever had came in. Drake wasn't interested in knowing who the Innkeeper had been upset over. "I'd like a glass of whiskey also."

The innkeeper nodded and got a bronze key from below the bar stand; he sat it on the bar stand, "Room 5, I'm getting your whiskey." The familiar sound of a walking tick echoed behind Drake, and one of the Lizardfolk walked up behind him, and rested upon the seat, beside Drake. This one had probably gone back to the Lizardfolk old way of living. The Lizardfolk use to not wear any armor and left their chest bare, both to intimidate the enemy and to attract mates. (Lizardfolk were unusually sexual.) This one did this and more, the only thing protecting him was the clothe that waved around his crotch area; chances are he wore nothing between his legs. He looked like he could take care of himself in battle; his tendons were tight and could be seen flexing his muscles under his flesh. The bone-like protrusions extending from his tail were razor sharp, and could probably inflict a substantial amount of damage. He was impressive looking, and Drake was impressed.

"One Whiskey," He began pulling out his money bag, his tail gently swinging about aimlessly.

"Maybe he'd know what this gem was?"

The innkeeper served them both a drink, if not grudgingly for the Lizard.

The inn keeper started to clean a glass with a rag. "So you're the Drake everyone was talking about?"

Drake looked from his drink and could feel the eyes of the Lizard upon him. "Yeah, Why?"

"You actually tried to fight against the king."

"Yeah. Didn't do so well."

"The king is sanctioned by god, you cannot kill him."

Drake had it; no one told him that some great power put that ruthless king on the throne. "Bullshit!"

"YOU CAN'T DENY IT NOW," The Innkeeper started arguing, now more vigiorously cleaning the glass.

"WATCH ME. HE'S A FUKING IDIOT WHO'S GOT EVERYONE DOPED ON THIS GOD THING."

"LOOK AT HOW MANY REVOLUTIONS THAT HAVE FAILED AGAINST HIM! GOD IS WARNING HIM EVERYTIME. IT'S THE TRUTH."

"LOOK AT THE WAY HE ABUSES HIS PEOPLE," Drake stood up and pointed angrily at the bartender. The Lizard was thoroughly interested in what Drake had to say, though why, Drake didn't know. "HE ENSLAVES PEOPLE, HOW COULD HE BE SANCTIONED BY--"

The sound of a bottle being shattered against a soft leathery surface rang out and the Lizard fell back in a pool of white wine. His head bloodied with glass, and his eyes shut. The man who did it sprinted away. Drake shot a look to the Innkeeper who was still shining the glass, seemingly oblivious to the unconscious lizard on the ground. "Aren't you going to do something?" Shouted Drake.

The Innkeeper shrugged, "It was a waste of a good year. I can't use it anymore."

Drake grabbed the key from the table and hoisted the limp body of the lizard into his arms, and proceeded to the side door that led to the hall where the rooms where. He finally found room five and hurriedly he opened the door.

"Why do I do things like this?" The room was of a very low class, much what Drake had expected. He laid the lizard out in his bed, and pulled the covers over him.

"Now the damn glass," He quickly picked out the glass, cutting himself several times.

He hurried to the metal wash basin and withdrew the rag floating in the fresh water and laid the washcloth over the bleeding part of the lizard's head. Having done the best he could, Drake sat in a somewhat comfortable chair and fell asleep.

Drake awoke with a start, when he heard the lizard groaning. He stood up and began lifting the wash cloth, when his scaly hand shot up and grabbed Drake's arm. The washcloth fell lazily to the ground. "What happened?"

"I don't know, you got hit in the head and went down. Calm down."

The lizard sat himself up, slightly dizzy from being hit. "And you saved me?"

"Yeah."

"Don't think I owe you anything."

"Then can you at least tell me what this is then?" Drake said as he pulled the gem from his pocket.

"Let me see it." He said extending his hand in amazement at the gem. Drake gave it to him, and watched as the lizard rolled it around in this palm, it glowed slightly in recognition of his hands. He reached to give it back to Drake; when Drake touched the gem, it erupted with a flash of light.

"What the hell was that?" Drake shouted, slightly surprised.

"I think that it was just recognizing the owner. What did the person who gave it to you said it could do for you? "

"Protect me."

"Protect you?" He snorted. "It can do a whole lot more. It can get an entire tribe of my people to help you. You'd have to do something massive to get that. I think there's been a total of three given in our whole history. That gem makes you practically my brother. Your completely unaware that there's a huge bounty on your head?"

"Yeah. I thought I'd have one."

"No, I mean huge ," He said as he started out of the bed. "Try a one million gold. I was looking to cash your head in myself."

Drake reached for his greatsword, still strapped to his back. He need to know more, so he only held his hand on the hilt. "So, what does this gem do protect me from you?"

"Legend has it that our gods, incarnated themselves into one entity, and gave our tribe the innate knowledge to produce such an artifact. This artifact is known as the soul gem, it is the most sacred object among us. Am I the first you have shown this to?"

"Yes. Other than the one who gave it to me, you're the first."

"Then I am honor-bound to help you." He said looking submissively down at the cover beside him, then his gaze met Drake's and he extended his hand, "I'm Solthas."

Drake accepted his warm scaly hand, "Drake, as I'm sure you know."

"Now that we're both outlaws; What are you going to do?" Solthas removed the cold wash cloth that was blanketing his head, and started to wipe the blood from his long jaw, and around his eyes.

"Outlaws?"

"You have a bounty on you head, and I broke my bounty contract. We have to get out of this town, best be ready to use that sword." He got up out of his bed, and was ready to leave.

"I've never used a sword, and up until a few days' ago, I was a peasant."

"Now's the time to learn, C'mon the room across from here has a window. We can break out there."

Drake did what he said. The approached the room across the hall and Solthas laid a swift side kick into the door, and it burst open. He slid open the window and climbed out and Drake followed. The streets were eerily quite; except for the guardsmen that had gathered around the door of the inn. They hadn't seen them yet but it would be only a matter of time before they would.

"Give me your sword," Solthas whispered, "I'll try to fool them into thinking I've caught you."

Drake gave him the sword without any doubt to the danger of the situation. "I hope you know what you're doing."

He walked behind Drake and wrapped his left around Drake's stomach pulling him close to his own body; his right held the sword to Drake's neck. "I've got him," He shouted, attracting the guards' attention. He began walking forward and out into the open square in front of the Inn. The guards saw what was happening and they started to disperse, but a few watched him closely.

"Get moving." He said shoving Drake to the ground; this display of violence convinced the rest of the guards of his sincerity. Drake got up and felt the tip of his own great sword against his back. "Walk, we're leaving."

They proceeded in this fashion for the longest time, and where about to leave the gate house when one of the guards called out to them. "Wait."

Solthas tensed as he turned; ready to kill the young man if needed. "What do you want?"

"You forgot your spear," He said innocently as he handed it to Sothas. "And his shackles."

"I was almost about to make him march to the bounty office, but he could try to escape on the way there," He handed the great sword to the young man, and ordered him to keep the point trained on Drake. Then he bent down and put the shackles around Drake's ankles.

"God will this shackle shit ever end?" Drake thought as they began to march. They proceeded with no more hassle, out gatehouse and deep into the caverns, and out of the view of the Gatekeepers.

Solthas finally decided to break the long silence they had since the guard house. "We'll have to keep this appearance of you being my captive for sometime."

"I don't mind, but how are we suppose to escape from the bounty hunters?"

"We'll have to cross the border that's the only way. Its not to far way, we'll be there shortly."

"The Border?," Drake scanned his mind of all the books he read on something called the border in the pit, falling short of any he decided to ask. "What exactly is that?"

Solthas laughed. "I guess you deserve some explaining. Have you ever heard of the great war down here?"

"No, I'm coming up blank."

"It was a killing spree initiated by the humans. They decimated us, and we fought back. We were on the verge of extinction, when once again, legend has it that a goddess appeared to the priests and managed to rally the people together, through the visions the priest was given. I don't believe it but after the visions, our people began winning battle after battle. We regained half our land, and managed to recover. The Human's issued a peace treaty, and the DMZ was set up; uneasy peace has finally become solid, and we're starting to work together. Our side had few survivors, and their horror stories are still told."

Drake felt sick. "I'm sorry for what they did. If it's worth anything."

Drake felt the hand of Solthas on his shoulder, and he looked to him. "If only more human's felt like that."

"What did the goddess call herself?" Drake asked as they continued the charade of his capture.

"She said her name was Quetzalcoatl."

"Did the priest ever describe her? I mean its hard for him to have visions if he can't see who gave them to him?"

"He claimed her to be a "feathered" Serpent. Or something like that."

"A Dragon?"

"Perhaps."

"So the goddess just disappeared after that?" Drake said skeptically.

"Well, that's the weird part; supposedly she was summoned to the Material Plane by several arch-mages, and even some Lizardfolk who feared her power. They sealed her in by self sacrificing their lives."

"So they had a mass suicide?" Drake said as he stopped to rub his calf. "Just a bunch of superstitious people killing each other, sounds like a cult."

"Yes, it does. Thing is, She'd promised she would be back for revenge."

"How long ago was this war?"

"Not very, probably 70 years ago? I was in it."

Drake turned his eyes wide with shock. "What? How old are you?"

"100. I also suppose you'll want to know why I went into the war. My little girl and wife were among the first to die. So let's get off this topic."

* * * *

Finally, the border line was nearing in the distance. It had been several hours since Drake had rested, and fatigue started to set in. He had been feeling different from when he first got here, and the encounter with Solthas and the soul gem's explosive light confused him more.

"C'mon, I have to talk to you," Solthas said in a soft but urgent voice. "Over there is some hot springs for us to rest at."

Drake's calf's ached as they reached what was probably the farthest hot spring from any person or creature. The fog that covered around it was as dense as a cloud, and the vapor's from it was soothing.

"Did we really need to walk this far?"

"Yes," He said as he watched Drake slide his calves into the water to relax the muscles. "I need to tell you something about my people. They don't like non-tribesmen. Some heretic's would kill you just for having the stone, but if you were in a tribe..."

"How do I get into a tribe?"

Solthas dodged the question. "Do you want in or not?"

"Yeah." A smile came over Solthas's face. He moved and sat behind Drake, gently messaging his shoulder muscles. He unlocked the shackles. "I'll tell you in a little bit."

His touch made Drake's body shake slightly in pleasure; it was strange to Drake the feelings that began to rise in him. Solthas got up and walked over onto the other side of the hot spring, making sure he was in plain view of Drake. Drake watched intently as Solthas removed clothe between his legs, exposing himself to Drake. He let the cloth fall off gently, and sat on his knees before Drake. His scaly green sack laid on the ground, and the round balls inside shifted. Drake tried to imagine how much white cum he could dish out. Normally he'd cringe at that thought, but it only made Drake feel more attracted to him.

He looked and partly marveled at his cock, it was thicker than usual and rounder, his veins clearly showing. Solthas got on his knees and showed his large sack off to Drake, as he touched the tepid water. He turned, slowly so Drake could catch as much as he could, and then lowered himself into the water. The water made its way up bit by bit till it kissed his sack. He flexed his ass muscles, and jerked up, as though it was too hot for him. Slowly he sat back on the shore, lowering his legs in. He moved so close to the edge, his sack dangled over the water.

"Did you know we can do whatever we want to our bounty target?" He flexed his sack slightly, and began playing with himself.

Drake removed his shirt and great sword, exposing his somewhat defined chest. He was uncertain what about what he was doing, but Solthas had been so comfortable showing his impressively large scaly cock so he couldn't help it. He removed his pants, showing his own off to Solthas. Solthas laid on his back, his muscles shifting slightly.

He was waiting for Drake, swirling his tail in the water. "You and I know that you were attracted to me in the bar, I could practically smell it. So let's not pretend we don't know what's gonna happen."

Drake slid into the water, with ease reassured that what he was doing was what Solthas's wanted. He swam under Solthas and wrapped his arms around his thighs, and began sucking at his sack. He could feel it flexing in his mouth, and he enjoyed the thought of his cum. Solthas's moaned slightly, as if he could sense Drake's excitement.

Drakes tongue traveled along the crack of his sack, licking his soft member, Solthas moaned louder, and his tail wrapped around Drake's neck. Drake's stimulation caused Solthas's cock to begin shifting and rising, it became harder; its veins thrumming and beating as blood rushed through it. Drake relinquished his mouth's grip as did Solthas's tail, and allowed him to lower himself in.

Drake felt Solthas's hand gingerly touching his sex, rubbing it off and on. They were in the shallow end when Solthas slammed Drake's back against the wall and kept coming closer till he had to rest his head on Drake's shoulder. Drake enjoyed the sensation of Solthas muscles against his chest, and under the water, He could feel the hard cock head kissing his hole; Solthas placed hands against Drake's ass, pulling his cheeks apart, ready to dive in.

Drake lifted his legs up, depending on Solthas's hard muscles to hold him up. It hurt as he adjusted and slid down Solthas's throbbing scaly cock, it went in deeper and deeper, Drake wouldn't let himself stop till he felt the base of his cock. He never realized how long it was before; finally he felt, the warm sack under the water.

He felt Solthas's warm hands arise from the water to touch his side readying for the thrusting, "Hold on," He whispered to Drake, and he withdrew and thrusted, Drake moaned after each go. The warm embrace of Solthas made Drake's cock hard. Drake felt his own cum dribbling from his cock and Solthas could sense it, and he thrusted harder, putting his whole cock into it. Drake could do nothing to cause himself more pleasure so he bit gently at Solthas's neck, while the thrusting was occurring. Between his legs he felt Solthas sex moving slightly, it became faster, and then the warm eruption of cum bursted inside of him, He moaned and grabbing his mate's ass to stimulate him even more. Solthas embraced Drake in his arms; He let out a reptilian groan as he continued thrusting at a quicker pace.

Finally, he detached and lifted Drake on to the bank. He messaged Drake's balls as he put his mouth on his cock, and began sucking playfully. Drake watched as he bobbed his head, and rubbed his warm tongue against Drake's member; it only made him harder. Solthas got out of the water, and on his back, he blazingly pointed his muscular ass at Drake, his tail tapping impatiently, "C'mon, It's your turn. You know you're curious." Drake straddled Solthas tail and looked him in the eyes before penetrating. He penetrated him easily enough, It was warm inside him; Drake could feel the muscles of his ass gripping and shifting around his cock.

He began his thrust, enjoying the hold his ass had on his cock. Drake slid easily over his water-lubricated body; Solthas started to purr with pleasure, his cock cumming what little it could give. It was coating Drake's belly in protective cum. Then Drake could feel it, the little tickle that came before the cum; Solthas began to moan feeling it too; his claws dug into the ground and his tailed flicked excitedly. Drake was sure he could feel what Drake was feeling. But that didn't matter, Drake exploded and a torrent of cum raced through Sothas's body. Drake held on as long as he could, but the thrusting was tiring him out. He finally rolled off of Solthas. Solthas moved to his pack and withdrew a small blanket, and pulled it over them.

First story so feel free to comment.