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Rorsenth's silent crying didn't last for very long. For all the agony he was feeling, all the emotions bottled up inside of him, the red-scaled dragon river of tears dried up after only three minutes. But in those few minutes, Wipon and Serula stayed by his side in his moment of weakness, soothing him with their purring and soft whispers.

How long had it been since they'd been allowed to be so close to him? The loving drake they knew since their childhood, who they had thought was long gone, revealed itself in those few minutes of silence. Neither of them pressed against the red-scaled dragon's mind, both out of respect for him, and of fear.

Finally, when the last tear traced down the dragon's snout, the two-headed dragon dared to speak.

"We love you." they said as one, nuzzling against his wide snout. Rorsenth's eyes stared at the affectionate dragon rubbing against him, waiting for his anger to spark up. It never did, but without it, he felt almost... hollow. Barely a shell of what he thought he was.

The steaming water around them slowed, having been stirred into a rush of waves when the twins had tied him down to quell his anger. The thought of them tying him to the ground elicited a low grumble that made the two's heads rear back with fear. Rorsenth felt... hurt by their touchiness to every move he did, so much so that the mild annoyance he felt didn't last even a second more.

The dragon sighed, closing his eyes tiredly. What had he become? He could feel their presence at the corners of his mind, the warmth of their company offering a reprieve from the cold loneliness he'd subjected himself to for centuries, he need only ask for it.

"And I to you two." He said, flicking his tongue to lick the tip of Wipon's snout. The gesture eased the two's worries, especially Wipon's in particular. The dragon's feared expression turned to a joyful beaming towards her other half, who was already trying to block out her conjoined sister's gloating inside their mind.

Her incessant babbling tapered off when the two felt something enter their mental link, a cold presence that, although they'd only felt its roaring inferno for a brief moment, knew just who it belonged to.

Easing him into their link, Rorsenth felt a wave of senses swamp his own, one he'd never felt before now. The wave eased back as Wipo and Serula restrained their connection until he could get used to it. An odd, almost palpable soothing feeling begins to creep into Rorsenth, surprisingly pleasant at the feeling seeped into his mind.

Although he'd heard their voices before in his head a little over three minutes ago, it was still a jarring experience when Wipon spoke.

"Glad you like our 'connection', red-butt." wipon teased, giving the dragon a toothy grin as she waited for how well he responded to nicknames. At the very least, he didn't seem upset by her new name for him, even a bit amused when the corners of his lips curled upwards in a faint smirk.

"Thank the gods." Serula says, giving a relieved sigh and slinking her head down. Why her sister had tried something so bold with him was beyond her, and she knew every thought and emotion they had.

"R-rorsenth, we'd like to ask a favor of you... If it isn't too much to ask." Serula thought, passing the message to Rorsenth to try and acclimate him to the mental link a bit better. The larger dragon cocked a brow at the two, noticing their paws fidgeting in the water. He kept note of their tell, and tried hard to think of a reply and pass it to them.

"Just what 'favor' are you asking for? If it's sex, I'm all for i-" Rorsenth said, failing to force the thought towards the two. The two didn't seem to want more sex, given the way their eyes locked with his, but he gave it a try at the very least.

"We want to know what.... happened. To you." Wipon asked directly, barely giving it a thought. They already had all the pieces in the right place, the request itself little more than asking the red-scaled dragon to retell what they already knew in all its dark twists and turns. Rorsenth shared the exact same thought process, squinting at the two:

"I don't see why you'd need me to tell you something you already know." He commented.

"We know how painful it must be to recall, but we would rather hear it from you than poke and prod in your memories without permission." Wipon replied, the two bowing their heads apologetically. Rorsenth rolled his eyes, given their overeagerness to try and keep him calm, but still takes their concern to heart.

"A little late for that." He thought, this time reaching the two, making them duck their heads even lower in shame. Rorsenth, seizing an opportunity to once again lighten the drab mood the twins loved to cast on themselves around him, reared his front paw back into the water, holding back an amused chuckle.

Completely unknown to the two, Rorsenth swiped forward, his claws scraping against the bottom of the pond as a steamy tide of water raced towards the two-headed dragon. Wipon got out of the way in time when she looked up to see a small wave rolling towards them, although Serula wasn't quite as quick.

The wave only went up to their chest, but it hit Serula perfectly as she looked up with wide eyes as it crashed into her. She sputtered, shaking her head to clean the water from her. Had Wipon been a seperate dragon entirely, she would have been rolling on the ground with laughter, and although the former wasn't quite possible, she still gave a belly laugh as she waved herself around with childlike wonder. Serula gave both Wipon and Rorsenth a deathly glare, trying to hide the infectious joy coming from her sister, and failing to do so, joined in the joy.

Rorsenth chuckled, doing well to keep the dragons in high spirits. Letting the two's laughter die down, Rorsenth mulled over their request with a bit more seriousness. Before he could begin however, the air around them began to vibrate with energy, the mirage Serula had been keeping up around them popping like a bubble.

At the water's edge, the air began to rip and tear in purplish green sparks as the rift opened wider and a figure stepped out. Clad in gilded grey metal armor, plated almost like the carapace of an insect, the person's plated hands came to their helmet, undoing the unnoticeable straps at the base and remove the piece of armor.

Beneath the helm, a kobold in iridescent lime green scales, his equally colored eyes locking with Rorsenth's. Strapped to his back, an angular axe as long as the tall kobold's body vibrated with glowing emerald energy, the air around it seeming to bend around the magical blade alone.

Rorsenth could recognise the Primal even if he hadn't taken his helmet off, having seen him for as long as the dragon had been alive. The Primal Kobold was his father's personally bodyguard, one of the twelve that guarded The Council with every fiber of their existence, to death and beyond.

Standing up, Rorsenth stepped out from over Wipon and Serula and towards the kobold, who gestures silently towards the portal. Rorsenth growled at the mortal, but didn't argue with him as the rift opened wider, letting the dragon step through.

The kobold turned to look at Wipon and Serula, his gaze alone instilling a shred of fright in the two. "My lord requests your presence as well." He said, voice cold as stone and monotone. Stepping into the portal, the kobold didn't even turn back to see if the dragons would follow as he disappeared into the rift.

The two looked at one another with confusion. What would the Council member Chloroblood need with them of all dragons? Climbing out of the pool and shaking the water off themselves, Serula and Wipon stared at the portal for a second, watching the wisps of energy drift from it into nothingness.

Well, they certainly couldn't go against one of The Twelve, that was certain. Stepping into the portal, Wipon and Serula found themselves in a complete change of scenery, a feeling they never enjoyed.

The room they stepped in was like a cathedral, the hall as wide as a town and thrice as tall. The floor was coated in a pristine regal purple carpet that felt absurdly soft in their paws. The walls that stretched into the distance ahead and above were a dark green with a lighter shade weaving patterns of flowers and plants into the decor seamlessly. Every couple hundred feet of hallway were six banners on both sides of the hall, the banners of the Council members.

Wipon and Serula rarely got to visit this place, even less so by invitation from Chloroblood's personal guard. Rorsenth and the kobold were ahead of them by a fair distance, the latter tilting his head back to look at the twins, hooking a finger to get them to stop staring at the scenery and catch up. When they did, the kobold lead the three of them towards a set of dark oak double doors, each just as large as the hall they were in. The doors opened of their own will as the party approached, silently yawning open for them to continue further into the winding maze of halls.

Several more titanic hallways and behemoth doors later, Rorsenth and the twins are greeted by a different sight entirely. As the final sets of doors open wide, the regal carpet and emerald walls stop entirely, giving way to smooth stone grey bricks. The floor, an equally drab grey as the walls, was smooth and shiny, spanning the gargantuan room before them.

Straw dummies lined the far wall, some alone, and others in dense crowds together. Behind them, dark scorch marks mark what fate them, but more importantly, in the center of the room were three dragons.

Rorsenth knew of all three, but Wipon and serula didn't know the grey-scaled dragon quite so well. Being naturally the largest of the bunch, the Councilmember Chloroblood towered above everything in the room in his acid-green glory. Two equally colored flames that always billowed at the tips of his behemoth horns casted a dark shadow over his eyes, making his already fearsome appearance all the more.

Barely reaching up to his chest, Ivinth seemed more like a toy than anything else next to the towering dragon, but his attention was turned to the other beside him. Rorsenth gave the two dragon's all they needed to remind them of the grey-dragon beside Ivinth and their father. Helsin.

The dragon in question was far too busy to notice their guests had arrived, his eyes welded shut in focus. Around him, a ring of molten metal spun and swirled around him, the room's light shining off it in a way that, to the three who'd just entered, looked more like a ring of light than metal.

Rorsenth, Wipon, Serula, and the kobold all bowed before Chloroblood, a courtesy even the red-scaled dragon wouldn't dare ignore. Chloroblood's voice boomed across the room, echoing like thunder in everyone's ears.

"Rise."

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"Before we begin, I must congratulate you two for quelling Rorsenth's rage. It is so simple task." Chloroblood said more softly, dropping some of the formality in his voice along with its volume. "Hopefully, with more 'practice', you two may become even more helpful with this pressing issue."

The dragons bowed again, flattered by the great dragon's praise, but also a tad embarrassed when he emphasized the word practice. Rorsenth wasn't quite as honored, his mind focused on one thought each of them had in the back of their mind. What did Chloroblood want?

"Now, while my son's rage certainly is useful when applied properly, currently it does far more harm than good. During his berserk state, we must divert more healers to keeping him alive rather than aiding our front-line, which has several other effects that I will spare the details."

Rorsenth ducked his head shame. He didn't hold the value of the many mortals in their army to much value, but he did value his father's approval, which he knew wasn't very much. The booming of paws against stone rang out as Chloroblood stepped towards his son, lifting his head up by the chin with his paw.

"And although he may be problematic at times, he is still my son, one who I will not let suffer any longer." Chloroblood said, remorse flickering in his eyes as they stared into Rorsenth.

"We're ready!" Ivinth and Helsin stated, the blue dragon's eyes sparkling gold while the ring of liquid metal closed tighter around them, sharing the same glow as Ivinth's eyes.

"Just what do you intend to do, father?" Rorsenth, still somewhat enraptured by his father's words, asks. Ignoring his son's question, Chloroblood turned to look at Wipon and Serula as the band of glowing metal swirled towards Rorsenth.

"Would you two offer your flames to finalize this process. I can assure you, the effects won't be permanent. Also, Wipon, if you would restrain my son before the situation worsens, that would be extremely helpful." Chloroblood asks, catching the two off guard. Effects? None of this sounded good to Rorsenth, suddenly put on edge by his father's words.

Suddenly very concerned, Rorsenth skitters back from both his father and the swirling ring of liquid metal, shouting "What are you scheming?" loudly at the three. Obliging the giant dragon's request, Wipon conjured all her strength into her telltale purple chains, wrapping two sets around Rorsenth's front paws before he can get a swipe in to shatter them. Several more magical chains sprouted from the ground, restricting his head, legs, and tail as quickly as the dragon could conjure them.

With his brother properly restrained, Helsin shifted the ring from rorsenth towards the two, twisting the band so the opening is facing the dragon's heads. The two hesitate for a moment, glancing at both Rorsenth and Chloroblood before taking a deep breath. Rearing their heads back, Wipon and Serula released two gouts of purple and cyan flames into the molten circle.

The twin flames seemed to catch inside the ring of metal, the flames coiling together before sinking into the metal, adding two more colors to the liquid's spectrum. As their flames tapered off, Wipon and Serula both hacked and coughed violently, the air in their lengths wrenched from them with the last of the flames. The ring did more than take their breath away as the dragon fell to the ground, legs crumpling beneath them with exhaustion.

Rorsenth's anger had been rekindled as he watched his lovers fall, yanking on their shining chains with renewed energy, the stone beneath groaning as it began to splinter. With its work apparently complete, the ring of metal snaked through the air towards Rorsenth, keeping well away as his restraints groaned with every rampant pull the dragon gave.

"They will be fine, Rorsenth. They are simply tired, and will recover soon. Helsin, you may complete your work whenever you are ready". Chloroblood said, not surprised in the least that the dragon clearly didn't believe him.

"As you wish, father." Helsin mutters, shutting his eyes to do as he was commanded. Still fighting his restraints, Rorsenth hissed and growled as the floating tri-colored metal whipped towards him, coiling around his neck tightly like a snake before he could snap at it. A sizzling accompanied by warmth in his chest turned Rorsenth's attention downwards to the heavy metal plate bonded into him.

It was glowing red, chunks dripping off like water as bit by bit the plate dropped off of him. With each new chunk that fell away, rorsenth's deepest secret came further and further into view, an ugly gash that dug into his chest deeper than the length of a shortsword. It was the very source of his agony, hidden by the workings of Helsin over a century ago. The infused metal around Rorsenth's neck slithered towards that very wound, pressing past the shredded flesh to seep into his body.

There was no pain, only the feeling of warmth as the metal slipped inside of him. Rorsenth grunted with discomfort, until he felt something change. The metal stopped, but his body was now alight with a new warmth, one that was filling his lungs like a raging inferno. Rorsenth gasped, short of breath, and the burning sensation began to billow up his throat like... fire.

Rorsenth's mouth opened wide, unable to contain it any longer, and released a crimson inferno in front of him, the air sizzling and popping. Helsin and Ivinth jumped away, their wings flapping to further toss them out of the way of the incoming blaze. Chloroblood, however, did not waver in the slightest, letting Rorsenth's dark red flames lick at his legs with a prideful look glossing his snout.

The dragon's inferno ended as abruptly as it began, sucking with it Rorsenth's strength and breath just like it had with the twins. And much like them, Rorsenth dropped to the ground, pantig for every breath, his vision shaky as he looked up to Chloroblood with exhausted malice.

"W-what... did... y-you do?" rorsenth demanded between breaths. Chloroblood, still looking as prideful as ever, dropped his head as level as he could with his son, his eyes glossy and shining. If Rorsenth didn't know any better, he might have thought that his father was on the verge of tears.

"Fire is the manifestations of our very will. Pure and unfiltered, it is how we define ourselves." Chloroblood says quietly, his eyes flicking to see that Wipon and Serula shakily climb to their feet. Rorsenth followed his eyes, the rage inside him dying down as he saw the two were okay.

"Y-Your just stating... the obvious... what is your point?" Rorsenth asks, rolling his eyes at his father. Chloroblood perked up as his son asked the question he was fishing for, looking more amused by the minute.

"Your very will was shattered by that wound, one that is not so easily mended by magic alone. You required something... more. You need powerful magicks, and the will of those who loved you strong enough to pull your shattered will back together." The lime-green dragon said, clearly pleased with himself. Had he not conjured his own flame without blood, Rorsenth would have laughed in his father's face with such a far-fetched explanation, and he was still very skeptical.

Ivinth chose that moment to chime in: "Our father, while the explanation was a tad sappy rather than scientific, is correct. Wipon and Serula's wills are strong enough to mend the wound permanently. Although I will boast that my magic is top notch for such a procedure as well."

Helsin nodded weakly, rubbing his face with a paw. "Can I go now? My work is never done at camp, and it would be best if I got back there." He said, looking to Chloroblood for approval, who nodded in agreement. While both Helsin and Ivinth headed for the rooms exit, Chloroblood stepped towards the two-headed dragon that tried, and failed, to walk towards Rorsenth for the second time.

Offering his tail for support, Chloroblood served as the two's crutch as they walked, their heads barely able to stay up. Leaning heavily on the thick muscle, Wipon and Serula hobble towards Rorsenth, dragging their tail tiredly behind them. The chains binding Rorsenth to the ground snapped into wisps of purple dust as the two-headed dragon let go of Chlorobloods tail to collapse overtop Rorsenth.

Chloroblood chuckled faintly, his sheer size amplifying the noise to sound like the beat of a far away drum. Wipon and Serula nuzzled against Rorsenth, forgetting their exhaustion the moment they felt his scales against them. Chloroblood turned to leave the three to enjoy their company, but not before giving one last ominous word in:

"Should you choose, Serula, Wipon, I believe Rorsenth could do with seeing your real powers, given how close you all are. But do as you please." Chloroblood chimed as he stepped out of the room, freezing the twins in place. Rorsenth squinted as his father left, then turned his scrutinizing gaze to the stock-still twins overtop him.

Wipon and Serula tilted their heads away, suddenly very interested in the drab grey walls and floor around them, clearly trying to avoid meeting eye to eye. Rorsenth prodded at their mental link, having been severed at some point, but yielded when he met resistance. Licking the two on their necks lovingly, Rorsenth curled his head towards his belly and shut his eyes, listening to the two's breathing as they joined him, letting sleep take hold of them all...

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Rorsenth woke up at some point, the room plunged into near pitch-black darkness. Wipon was also very clearly awake, given the purple head that filled his view as she licked his face tenderly. Purring lightly, Rorsenth returned the love Wipon smeared over his face by craning his neck to kiss her, letting her lead the makeout while her other half pretended to still be asleep.

Serula lifted her head up as Wipon's kissing became more sensual, giving the male a sultry look. Twisting her neck backwards, the dragon nudged her snout against his belly, getting him to lift himself up enough for her to continue towards his slit. She stretched herself as far as she could, but with Wipon locking her lips with Rorsenth, Serula simply couldn't reach far enough.

"Yea, Chloroblood wins this round sister." Serula whispered in their heads, making Wipon break the kiss with panted, heavy breath. "Close your eyes Rorry, we've got a surprise for you." Wipon chimed. He complied with curiosity, wondering just how they intended to surprise him. Ever the spoilsport, he gave a weak attempt to pry the secret from their mental link, but they hid their intentions well away from him.

He felt the dragon's weight climb off of him, a small thump accompanied by several pops ringing out to his right. His curiosity and impatience cracked open his eyes, hoping to catch them "mid-secret", but was greeted with a light blue tail coiling around his face and obscuring his vision.

"Don't spoil the surprise." Serula whispered in his left ear as Wipon's tongue found his slit. The dragon cooed, his stance widening to let the dragon have full access to his members. Wipon obliged his desire, her tongue prodding into the dragon's slit to get an early taste of the dragon's tools, making him purr louder.

The tail around Rorsenth's face slowly unwound, reveal Serula standing alone in front of him, her body comprised of only cyan scales that seem to glisten in the darkness. Rorsenth hid his surprise behind a coy smile, at least physically. Mentally, a simple "Wait, what?" made the now separate dragons snicker mischievously. Wipon's tail curled around Rorsenth's as she buried her snout in his slit, deeply breathing in his masculine scent, the noise alone making Rorsenth's members poke from his slit another inch.

"I think you should return that favor you gave to my sister a minute ago. Wouldn't want to play favorites, would you?" Serula asks, pressing her snout against Rorsenth's without waiting for his answer. The dragons shared a deep kiss, letting their passions lead one another's tongues to meet and feel each other. Rorsenth groaned into Serula's maw, her partner in crime forcing both sticks of dragon meat into her mouth and working them over with her tongue, somehow keeping her teeth from poking at the male's sensitive flesh.

Yet again Rorsenth's attention was forced back to the dragon he was locking muzzles with, her tongue intertwining with his and pulling it into the female's mouth forcefully. He felt her desire in his head, yearning for him to take the lead as their strong male. And since she'd asked so nicely, Rorsenth obliged the request by pushing his tongue into the deep recesses of her maw. Serulia shivered, her nethers dripping onto the cold floor as the larger dragon explored her without mercy.

Wipon wasn't fairing much better, her lips spread wide just to take the twin dragon dicks in her mouth alone as she bobbed up and down on the male, feeling them spreading the trance to her throat open every time her nostrils pressed against Rorsenth's groin. Her own pussy quivered and radiated her lust like a furnace, the dragon giving in to her most carnal desires in an effort to swallow his lengths in entirety.

Rorsenth's focus on giving Serula just what she wanted, which had became a game of how far he could slide his tongue down the slick passage of her throat, faltered when Wipon began bobbing faster, his cocks spasming pre down the dragoness's esophagus. Wipon didn't stop nor care that the dragon's climax was nearing, lost in her deepest desires to service the rods of pleasure pulsing between her lips, mind brimming with his taste and scent.

Grunting into Serula's mouth, Rorsenth came hard inside of Wipon, pouring his load down her gullet with a single thrust. She sucked and gurgled around the dragon's shafts, her eyes barely open as his cum poured into her, strings overflowing down her chin and dribbling onto the ground. Spent, Rorsenth's tongueing of Serula's mouth slowed as he pulled back his tongue and broke the kiss, with more than a couple bridges of spit connecting the two before those too broke.

As if held up by his kissing alone, Serula flopped onto the ground, her juices splattering around her as she panted heavily on her belly. With one of the sisters too tired to continue, Rorsenth's focus came back to Wipon, the dragoness nursing his cock aggressively as she sucked him for every last drop of his creamy white essence. Her belly sagged to the ground, shocking Rorsenth that he still had so much to give to the "hungry" dragon. But... the male looked from one of the dragons to the other, both looking ready to pass out so soon into their lovemaking.

"Are you both tired already?" Rorsenth said, voicing the question when he felt a static-like sensation from their link. Wipon he didn't expect to answer, lost in cocklust, so he turned to look at Serula, who managed to answer his question despite being so short of breath:

"Being....seperated does m-more than spl-...split our bodies.... It cuts our st...stre...."

"Strength." Rorsenth commented, somewhat amused at how exasperated the dragon seemed.

"Y-Yea. But our lust or shared senses... those... stay." She finished, effectively explaining why she, of all of them, was having so much trouble. As if to emphasize her sister's point, Wipon gave a soft gurgle as a reply, slowly sliding down Rorsenth's spit-shined rods. Both of them were beginning to wind down when Rorsenth wrapped his tail around Wipon's bloated chest and both twisted and flipped her onto her back at the same time, doing only the latter for Serula with his paws.

"W-what are you doing?" Serula asked, her puffy nethers on full display for Rorsenth to admire. He readied a normal reply when a better, if not extremely dumb sounding, idea came to mind.

"I'm gonna fuck the exhaustion out of you two." Rorsenth declared, utterly confusing both of the females with the statement. Making sure both knew exactly what he intended to do, Rorsenth thrusted towards Wipon's pussy. She gave a cum-laden cough of surprise as one of his members found their mark, sliding into her folds while its brother slid over her distended belly. Rorsenth's noise was more of a coo of pleasure, feeling her tight folds snug around his member nearly making him shoot right then and there. Apparently splitting also made them twice as tight!

Diving his head between Serula's legs, Rorsenth lapped at the dragoness's folds, bringing her to moan loudly as his thick muscle swiped through her puffy lips. Thrusting into Wipon gently, Rorsenth tested her limits with each new inch that pressed into her and release of more girlish screams from her, having cleared her throat from the first thrust alone. Although Wipon would be easy to please, his body already knowing just what to do in his stead, the red-scaled dragon had to work far harder to please the dragon whose legs he was currently between.

But he already knew exactly what she wanted, the dragoness's cunt begging for something to fill the void inside it. Pressing the tip of his tongue against Serula's slit, the succulent flesh gave away immediately to swallow his muscle into her gushing depths, a blissful moan coming from her as the male probed her depths in the same way he'd done during their kiss.

Shivering with his own pleasure, Rorsenth thrusted into the dragon's rhythmically, the wails from the two a symphony to his ears that made it all the more worthwhile.

"W-We're...-AH, close!" Serula screamed, the two's pussies quivering and shaking around his very different poles of flesh. Wipon gurgled in agreement, mind afritz with overblown ecstasy. Rorsenth gave a silent prayer to the gods, having struggled to hold back his second orgasm for even a minute longer. Pumping harder and harder into Wipon, the male rutted into the dragoness with all his strength, slamming his dick into the dragon's gushing and velvety depths.

Hilting inside the female, Rorsenth held back his roar to a long and low growl, tipping Serula over the edge as his vibrating tongue managed to find her g-spot just in time. With two tunnels convulsing around his muscles, Rorsenth's shaft poured it's second load into the purple-scaled dragon like the first had never happened, his other dick shooting thick strings of cum onto Wipon's steadily expanding belly to further mark her body as his. Her walls nursed his cock harder than she had after his first climax, eroding the male's strength in his knees as he tried to stay standing, the alternative being him popping the cum-filled dragoness like a balloon under his weight.

Serula's walls gave up on milking the dragon's tongue for the precious seed it's sister was enjoying so much, having almost crushed his tongue with her very literal inner strength. Truly spent, Rorsenth tipped over onto his side to avoid crushing the smaller dragon beneath him, wrenching his cocks from Wipon and uncorking a fountain of white that spilled from her gaping cunt. Serula crawled towards Rorsenth, both too weak to say anything as they curled close to one another.

But there was still one member missing in the puzzle, one who Rorsenth gently pulled towards them with his tail, leaving behind a slimy trail of dragon seed behind her as Wipon was pulled into the scaly pile.

Completely unnoticed by any of them, the kobold who'd escorted them to this very room turned and slipped through the door. Just on the other side was Chloroblood, who held his joy back as his personal guard returned.The dragon have the kobold a faint smile, the tip of his tail wagging slightly as he stared at the overly serious kobold.

"Everything went well, your son takes after his father's 'stamina' as his heirloom." The kobold said, using his fingers as quotes.The dragon's smile grew a little wider, lifting the kobold into the air to bring him level with the dragon's eye, filled with clear enjoyment.

"Who better to carry on my race's legacy, then?"

The End...?