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"Curse this storm," Eldarin mumbled under his breath as he trudged across the mountain path with only his cloak as his shield from the deluge. "There's not going to be any storms coming, you can trust me, I'm a shaman. I'm starting to wonder if they really are this clueless or if they are doing this on purpose."

The elf was only on the second day of his journey to a battlefield that was two weeks away. As a healer one of his jobs was to consecrate the ground so that there was less of a chance of undead appearing or attracting malevolent spirits, and given the size of the battle it was likely he had a lot of work ahead of him. Unfortunately it appeared that it was going to take him a little longer than he had imagined; he had taken a specific route that cut through the mountains based on the advice of their local shaman that he would be able to get through the treacherous area without much concern. With his travels taking him off the beaten path it meant that he was on his own, there was no inn or waystation for him to find and that meant he would either have to hunker down in one of the potential caves in the area or continue his travels and risk dying of any other number of weather related issues.

That wasn't the only problem, either, from what he had heard from a caravan that had passed through the mountains in the opposite direction is that a young black-scaled dragon had made a roost in one of those caves and has been terrorizing those that have been trying to make their way through the shortcut. Of course he had nothing really of value on him except for his bow and the supplies needed to make such a journey but when it came to dragons, especially those of chromatic hue, you couldn't be too careful. Even the so-called good dragons with their metallic-colored hides were sometimes conniving in nature, but nothing compared to the colorful ones that often started with evil intentions.

Eldarin guessed that the only good thing about pushing forward in such a storm was that he would likely not see such a creature, though if the wind picked up any more he wouldn't be seeing too much of anything. The worst part was that the skies were getting even darker, which meant that night was likely starting to fall. If he didn't find somewhere to make camp for the night he would have to either sleep out in the open or continue to press on via the dangerous mountain path in pitch darkness. Though he didn't want to admit it to himself he was genuinely scared about what was going to happen to him as he began to keep an eye out for a place to stay.

As the day pressed on and the skies grew darker the elf saw something that caused him to stop. Against the black clouds it had been impossible to see before, but a crack of lightning revealed the form of a dragon that was sitting on a bluff that was right above him. How long had it been tracking him, he wondered as he tried to pretend he didn't notice the creature. Perhaps if the dragon continued to watch and didn't see anything of interest on him he would move on and not bother due to the storm, but as he pressed on towards an overlook of one of the cliffs he found his rotten luck continued its streak as he was suddenly face to face with the dragon itself.

"Give me the magic item you have on you and I'll let you pass..." the dragon said with a growl, his muzzle so close to the elf that he could smell their breath even with the high winds of the storm. Eldarin hadn't even realized that the dragon might be interested in his purification stone, the thing that he had created in order to aid him in cleansing the land of any lingering malevolence or dark magics. "If you don't then I will toss you off this cliff and take it from your dead body."

"Are you mad?!" The elf shouted, the brashness of it causing even the dragon to lean back slightly. "We're in the middle of a storm and you want to rob me? I thought dragons were supposed to be smart, now hurry and get out of here before we both get in even more trouble than we are!"

"Fine!" The dragon said as he reared back and grabbed Eldarin in his forepaws, scooping him up and causing him to yell out as he was taken to the edge of the small ravine that was formed from a split in the mountain rock. "You can keep your magic item, I hope it serves you well in the next life!"

As the elf struggled to get out of the dragon's grasp he saw something behind the creature that caused his eyes to widen. Just as the dragon was about to toss him down he noticed the look of horror on his face and turned around, his own muzzle opening in a gasp at what he saw behind him. It was a mudslide, the bluff that the dragon had been on had been holding back rainwater from the path had broken and now a torrential river of mud and debris came crashing towards them. Before the dragon could react it swept both him and the elf in his clutches up, pushing them into the ravine and the darkness below...

The first thought that Eldarin had when he was able to open his eyes once again and saw nothing but darkness was that he had died. As he felt his sopping wet and muddy clothes, though, he realized that was likely not the case and slowly got to his feet. Though he could hear the howling of the storm continue he realized that it was coming from above him now, his waterlogged body no longer getting pummeled by the rain. As he waited for his eyes to get used to the darkness he saw the occasional flash of lightning, likely coming from the ravine that he had been dumped into. When he finally could see enough that he could see the vague outline of things he slowly moved around hoping to bump into his pack, and after a few minutes of searching he felt like his luck was changing as he felt his foot bump into it and he took out his carefully water-proofed torch in order to get a flame going.

The second he started up the torch he nearly dropped it as the light from the fire glinted off the black scales of the dragon that had brought him there in the first place. As he continued to stare; however, he realized that the creature wasn't moving and began to wonder if, in a strange twist of fate, it had perished while he survived. Steeling his resolve he slowly made his way over to it and saw that its chest was still moving up and down, though it didn't react to the elf's presence when he got up close to it. Though the dragon was the reason why he was down there in the first place he knew he had to check to make sure it was alright, and an examination revealed that it was in worse shape than he thought.

When he finished he was glad that the dragon was still unconscious; not only did it appear to have a broken forelimb but it was clear the fall had completely crushed one of his wings as well. Though dragons were remarkable healers he wondered if there wasn't going to be any permanent damage as he got to work trying to set the wing the best he could. It was the first time that Eldarin had ever treated a dragon but he treated it like any other case, except that if this creature lashed out in pain he would probably be dead.

When the elf set the forelimb back into place with a loud crack it was almost what happened as the dragon suddenly shot up and nearly took his head off. "What do you think you're doing?!" it roared as it looked down at him with red eyes. "Trying to finish me off, are you?!"

"I'm trying to set your bones!" Eldarin shouted back, once more causing the dragon to pause as the elf looked to see if he had done a proper job with the forelimb. "When we both fell into the ravine you must have still been holding me so your body took the brunt of the damage. Now this is going to be very painful, but if we don't get everything back to where it should be my healing magic is only going to make things worse for you."

Though the elf could tell that the dragon had more to say he just looked away in a huff, trying not to look like he was in the enormous amount of pain he was likely in. When Eldarin saw that he had gotten the forelimb as good as it was going to get he closed his eyes and waved his hands over it, his palms glowing as his healing energy suffused into the dragon. As the elf continued to use his magical energy he began to feel a strange type of arcane feedback, like the power of the dragon was leaking back into him as he kept having to actively focus on getting the healing power into the limb. When he was done he looked at his own hands and had to rub them as they tingled strongly from the contact with the primal energy.

"Figures your elven magic could hardly hold a candle to the draconic energies that we exude passively," the black dragon smirked, which caused Eldarin to shoot him a dirty look before moving to the badly damaged wing. "This why we don't go to your kind for healing."

"Well unless you know of another dragon in the area you could call I'm afraid that this is the best that you're going to get down here," Eldarin shot back as he moved to the base of the wing. "This thing is mangled... prepare yourself because this is probably going to hurt a little bit."

Though the elf had never heard of a dragon screaming that sound was now etched into his brain as he set the first of many breaks in the wing. The dragon looked back at Eldarin with murderous intent but the elf was quick to warn against doing anything that would hinder the progress that he had already made on his arm, causing the intense rage to quickly boil off as the dragon braced himself for the next set. Though not as bad as the first time the dragon continued to shout and cry as the elf went along the entirety of the wing for nearly an hour before he had finally set everything in place, using his healing magic to mend the bone as best he could before moving on.

"I'm starting to think you're enjoying this..." the dragon grimaced as the last of his membrane was patched together.

"I would never think of taking pleasure in the pain of others, dragon," the elf quickly replied.

"It's Zar'direl," the dragon grumbled. "Not just 'dragon', there are more than one of our kind you know. You can call me Zar, though."

"Well I didn't know that when I said it," Eldarin said with a sigh. "I apologize. My name is Eldarin, I'm a healer with the western Valefyre tribe that's close to the base of these mountains. I was supposed to be heading towards the fields of Kesharin to do a battlefield cleanup, but now it appears fate has put you in my care for the time being. Now whatever you do try to move as little as possible, as you were so keen to point out my magic isn't nearly as powerful as yours, so if you attempt to put weight on that leg or flap that wing you'll break it and we have to start all over again."

Once it was clear that Zar knew not to move around Eldarin went about making camp as best he could. He transferred the fire of his dying torch to a small pile of sticks that he managed to find that had been down here long before the storm. When the light from the fire increased it revealed the large cavern that they had been washed into, part of an underground river system that served as the drainage for the mountains in storms like these. It appeared they had washed up on a bank about a hundred feet away from the crevice that they had likely come down from, and from the way the river ran along the stone just a few feet away from them it was unlikely that he was going to be able to escape by swimming.

"Not like I'd be able to leave with the storm raging, anyway," Eldarin muttered as he watched the water continue to pour down the crevice to help feed the river. "Hopefully this river doesn't rise too much or we're not going to have any dry land to stand on."

After the elf took a cursory examination of the area that he could without going into the water he went back to the fire and the dragon that continued to lay near it. "I think it would be best if we went to sleep for the night," Eldarin said as he took his sopping wet bedroll and placed it next to the fire to dry, though for now it looked like he was going to have to lay on the stone if he wanted to stay dry. "You think you could do me a favor and not eat me while I sleep?"

The black-scaled dragon just gave him a fanged grin. "No promises," he stated with a small growl, though all it did was cause the elf to roll his eyes. Though he knew that healing the evil creature would be trouble he couldn't let the dragon die, even if it might kill him in the long run. All he could do at that point was lie down and hope the gods were watching over him as the storm continued to rage over their heads.

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When Eldarin woke again he immediately sat up and saw that the water was still pouring down from the crevice and there were flashes of lightning that signaled the second day of the storm. At this point the elf wondered if it wasn't lucky he found himself down here, had he attempted to ride out the storm on the surface it was likely he would have perished as he stoked the fire back up. When he got up to check on Zar he saw that the dragon was already up, staring at the river that gushed all around them while he tried not to put any weight on his injured side. With a night's sleep and some of his rations Eldarin had restored enough of his power for another round of healing, though as he did the arcane feedback seemed to grow even more bothersome.

"Don't know why you're wasting your energy on me," Zar scoffed as he watched the elf go over his wing with those glowing palms. "If you think that I'm going to somehow owe you one you're wrong, the second I can flap these wings again and that storm had subsided I'm out of here and you're going to be down here by yourself."

"Well maybe I'm just helping you extradite yourself from my company," Eldarin replied.

"I could eat you, too...." the dragon said as his eyes narrowed. "A scrawny elf like you would take, what, maybe two bites?"

"I think you're putting a little bit too much stock in your size," the elf said as he finished up.

"Hey, size matters," Zar replied while Eldarin stood up. "There's a reason why the biggest and oldest dragons get the best hoards and the biggest harems. It's why dragons and other races don't get along, if you found yourself in a dragon clan you'd be sucking every dick there."

"Then I suppose it's a good thing I don't plan on joining any dragon clans any time soon," the elf stated simply. "Given your size I'm sure that's why you're out in this mountain pass alone, too. What, didn't like the taste of them in your mouth anymore? Or perhaps they were so big you couldn't walk without your hind legs being bowed?"

The smug look on the dragon's face suddenly fell and it was replaced with a look of anger, but as he watched the creature turned away Eldarin realized that it wasn't directed completely at him and that he had just touched on a sore subject. While he wanted to make sure that Zar didn't push him around it seemed like it was a sore spot and he could almost sense that he had been close to the mark with his last statement. "Hey Zar, I'm sorry about that..." he started to apologize before the thick tail of the reptilian creature pushed him away.

When it was clear that he had put the mighty dragon into a mood Eldarin just sighed and went back to his fire after finding what little dry wood there was to keep it going. Unfortunately other than healing the dragon there was little for the elf to do other than study his texts, although as his own clothes continued to dry along with the mud that was caked on them he realized there was something that he could do. While the dragon continued to lay there Eldarin found part of the river that was rather slow and formed an eddy that he could safely go into without being swept away. Once he did he began to take off his clothes, something that caused the dragon to turn his head.

"Wha... what do you think you're doing?" Zar asked as his eyes widened slightly while watching the elf expose himself.

"My clothes are muddy and starting to stink," Eldarin explained as he stripped out of his pants and set them aside. "If I'm going to have to stay here an extended amount of time I may as well wash up."

Once more the dragon huffed and turned away, though Eldarin couldn't help but wonder whether it was due to his continued assertion or something else. He'd never heard of dragons blushing before but he could imagine that if there was such a thing that Zar would be doing it right about now. It was a bit strange, though, for the dragon to suddenly get uneasy about such things when he had just made such a sexually charged comment before, but the elf just chalked it up to him still being angry about what had been said and decided to let it go.

The water was cold and it caused Eldarin to shiver as he submerged himself into it as best he could, trying to let his bare skin get used to it gradually as he began to wash the mud out of his clothing. He also discovered that his body had not been completely immune to the fall either, though the dragon took the brunt of it he had several shallow wounds that he was quick to tend to. Seeing the skin get knit over made him glad he had not waited to do this, an infection would have been much harder to heal than a mere wound as he traced a finger over the pale marks that had been open wounds before. Once his body had been repaired he got to work on his clothes and found that the cuts had not just been to his skin, and unfortunately his magic couldn't do anything about that.

After about thirty minutes of his cold underground river bath Eldarin emerged back on the shore and laid out his wet clothes next to the fire to dry before doing the same himself. For the longest time the two sat in silence; Eldarin had taken out his sacred texts and began to study from them while Zar continued to lay there and recover. The only sounds were the rushing of the water past them and the raging of the storm that continued above them. Once in a while the elf would grab wood that was washed up and place it next to the fire to be used as future fuel, but other than that the two continued to sit in silence.

"I'm hungry." It was the first words Zar had said in a while and came so suddenly it caused Eldarin to jump slightly.

"I only have elven rations," Eldarin replied. "I doubt they'd be filling to a creature such as yourself."

"Well unless you're willing to hop into my mouth I'd suggest you find something else," the dragon replied with a growl. Eldarin sighed as he stood up and looked over at the greedy black-scaled creature. He could probably give him every bit of food he had and not even give him a thank you, the elf thought as he began to think about what to do, and then when he died of starvation probably eat him, too. Hopefully it didn't have to come to that, though, as he looked around the cavern for anything that could possibly sate Zar's hunger.

After a few minutes the elf spied a solution in the form of a fish that hopped above the surface of the water for a few seconds before flopping back down. The river must have several lakes that feed into it and the storm was pushing fish down, Eldarin realized as he went back to his pack and grabbed his bow and arrows as well as a length of rope. While it wasn't the easiest fishing conditions he had hit worse targets before while hunting, and though it took quite a few hours he managed to get an arrow full of fish that he brought back to their camp. Zar's head lifted up the second he smelt them and when he got around to his mouth Eldarin could see him lick his lips in anticipation.

"You prefer raw or cooked for your-" the elf didn't even get to finish his sentence as Zar's long neck reached forward and stripped the arrow clean of the fish in one fell swoop. "Hey! I was planning on having one or two of those."

"It's a good thing you're such an able hunter then," Zar replied dismissively with a burp as he laid his head back down.

Though the elf could feel his anger rising he had caught the fish to mainly feed the dragon, though that meant if he wanted more he would have to get it, and after the struggle getting those he decided to stick to his rations instead. As Eldarin sat down next to the fire and grabbed his food out of the pack he let that animosity he felt towards the dragon materialize into a heavy sigh that he let out before he went back to his scripts. There was no reason that he should have expected any different, he thought as he began to read, the fact he was helping such an evil creature would likely have caused others to wonder what was wrong with him...

"Thank you," the words were just above a whisper, but Eldarin heard them like they had been shouted, the elf slowly turning towards the dragon that had uttered them. He wanted to ask why he just said such a thing but decided not to press his luck, especially when Zar deliberately shifted away from him once more. Eldarin didn't know what to do about this surprising new development, and after a bit of debating back and forth in his own mind he said you're welcome before immediately shifting back to his scripts. That seemed to be enough to satisfy the matter and together the two went on in silence once again.

The hours continued to pass and with the cave being perpetually dark the only thing that Eldarin had to go on as far as time was the sliver of light that reflected off the river where the crevice was. That light was now getting darker, which meant that once again night was beginning to fall as he tended to the dragon's wing once more. "Two days..." the elf said with a sigh. "By the time I get to the battlegrounds they're not going to need me anymore."

"Well considering you would have likely died in that storm you should be counting your blessings," Zar replied, wincing slightly when the elf pulled up his wing to check underneath. "If anything you should be thanking me for so valiantly protecting a weak creature such as yourself."

"Considering that you were trying to rob me you shouldn't hold your breath on me singing you any praises," Eldarin replied. "Instead of doing some real good out there I'm stuck down here healing a dragon that will likely leave me here to die and continue to plunder and kill those poor people that are traveling through the pass."

The dragon huffed and as Eldarin told him to roll onto his side he did so. "That's a rather ignorant decision for a man of magic and learning," Zar said. "You didn't have to save me, you could have just killed me right here and not only rid the area of such a scourge as myself but also gained some draconic reagents for your magic. You could have increased your power tenfold."

"Increasing my power tenfold would not help me sleep at night," Eldarin stated. "I do what I do to help those in need, even if those in need are dragons whose hearts are as dark as their scales."

"Well you could have at least used my hide to craft yourself some clothes," Zar chuckled. Eldarin frowned slightly and looked at the clothes that he had laying near his pack. Though he had been working on them for a while, the state of destruction they were in made them little more than rags. Plus with no one else around except for the dragon it was easier to just walk around naked and, something he hadn't admitted yet, just felt better in general.

Once Eldarin was done giving Zar a look over he used his magic to patch up the areas that had become agitated during the dragon's limited movement. Though the feedback was still there the elf was finding it easier to use his magic on Zar, the once harsh feeling of arcane energy now little more than a pleasant buzz that radiated through his body. In fact while healing the edges of the dragon's wing membrane the feeling he got was so nice that it caused him to become aroused, something that caused the elf to blush profusely before making sure his back was turned so that Zar couldn't see him. All in all Eldarin was pleased with the dragon's progress, in fact he'd likely be able to use that wing to fly by tomorrow, though as the storm continued to rage it was unlikely he would be able to go anywhere.

As the elf watched the fire another kind of hunger began to build up in him, but this wasn't the body's craving for food as he realized with mild embarrassment what it was. When he stood up he found that his cock had already started to grow stiff, once again thankful that the dragon was curled up on the other side of the fire as he snuck off to the other side of the rocky embankment. Since Zar couldn't move he was relatively sure he could get away with stroking one off without the dragon, though he wondered why he needed to do such a thing in the first place. Normally he had at least enough self-control he could wait until he was in an inn or something of that nature, but right now his cock was as hard as the rocks he braced himself on as he began to stroke.

Though the rushing water would likely prevent any noise he made from behind heard he attempted to stay quiet, thinking about the usual stuff that would help get him off faster. As he was getting into a good rhythm though his thoughts suddenly turned and to his shock he began to imagine himself with Zar, his smooth elven form plowing into the dragon beneath him as he moaned in pleasure. It was something he would have never have imagined in a million years, but before he could dissuade himself from imagining it he felt his cock throb hard in his hands. He couldn't believe it... he was actually getting off to the thought of having sex with a dragon as he began to stroke faster.

Eldarin had to bite his lip in order not to cry out as his dreams got more vivid, looking down in his mind's eye to see that his own dick had changed as well, turning into a draconic version of itself as he continued to plow the hole of the other male. As their mental rutting continued Eladrin's feet dug into the rock, the claws that had appeared there forming furrows in the stone as his hand flew up and down the sensitive flesh. By the time he got close to finishing he imagined Zar moaning his name, calling him the alpha dragon before he felt himself cum inside the dragon's tailhole...

His own seed splattered into the water below as the elf leaned back against the rock, panting in pleasured exhaustion. Though he wasn't sure how he was going to look at Zar the same way he felt better than ever, even the water didn't feel as cold as he went into it to wash himself off. As he moved along the smooth stone he thought he felt his toenails clicking on something, but when he raised them above the water's surface he saw that his feet looked pretty normal. He just shrugged and continued to clean himself, then carefully made sure he was presentable before heading back to the fire.