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Suddenly a blast of cold hit the elf in the face and his eyes shot open as he sputtered and coughed. "Ryonir!" Flynn shouted as he tossed the empty bucket aside, patting the other elf on the back as Ryonir tried not to choke on the liquid going down his throat. "Looks like I owe Zefrit an apology... that really is quite effective."

It took Ryonir more than a few seconds to realize that he was in his bed in the room of the barracks, seeing not only Flynn there but Samiel and Artemis as well looking at him in concern. When he asked what was going on Flynn informed him that both he and Samiel had heard screaming coming from his room and rushed in to see what was wrong, finding him thrashing and shouting in his sleep. Ryonir took a second to catch his breath and when Artemis asked if he needed anything he shook his head, thanking him for his concern before dismissing him. The knight nodded and left the three alone, the dragon knight practically feeling the death stare of the other elf on the side of his head as he continued to regain his breath.

"Let me guess," Flynn stated through partially gritted teeth. "You just had another dream about dragons, except this wasn't the fun one with a certain sliver."

Ryonir shook his head and told him about the nightmare he had just gotten, knowing that attempting to lie to them at this point would be counter-productive. "Xarlix is just toying with me," he added once he had finished his description. "He knows what I'm there to do and he's just trying to intimidate me and also probably try to get you two to get me off the hunt."

"This dragon is in your head Ryonir," Flynn replied. "Of course I'm going to recommend that we call off this hunt. It's clear that he already knows not only that we're coming but also can read your thoughts... plus he might even be the one influencing your... current interests, which means that he has an ulterior motive there too. Who knows what else he might be trying to implant into your head?"

"There's no way I'm going to give up this mission Flynn," Ryonir retaliated as he got up from the wet bed. "If this creature is trying to mess with me like this it means that he's worried I can actually take him down. Now more than ever I have to go there and make sure that he doesn't carry out his plans, otherwise everyone in this town and everything else in his radius is going to be wiped off the face of the earth!"

"I actually agree with Ryonir," the werewolf stated simply, causing Flynn to frown deeply. "This is his hunt, he should follow through. If prey is trying to evade him like this it means that it is scared."

Ryonir gave Flynn a knowing smirk, who just rolled his eyes and let out a noise of frustration before barging out of the room. The dragon knight smirked in satisfaction of his victory, which quickly turned into a frown when he realized he was once more soaking wet. Before he could look around for a towel he was handed one by Samiel. He thanked the werewolf and asked for some privacy, waiting until the other male left before drying himself off and getting dressed. Once he was ready he left the room and went into the mess hall where he saw Artemis waiting there along with Samiel and a still-fuming Flynn.

"So I managed to see about trying to get you an easy way into the capital," Artemis explained as he pulled out a small map of the area. "While I couldn't get you a military escort there is a trade caravan that is going from here to the capital on one of the main trade roads. You can give the excuse that you're going along as escorts and as long as you're accompanying them it's doubtful even your dragon will get a second look."

"We'll take what we can get at this point," Ryonir replied, standing up and shaking the knight's hand after getting instructions on where to meet their cover story. Since it was leaving today Ryonir used his message stone to tell Zefrit of the plan and meet him outside of the town on the side he was on, leaving Samiel and Flynn to do the meet and greet with the leader of the caravan for him. The elf quickly put on his armor and went out into the nearby woods, looking for signs his dragon would have left for him to easily find his location.

It didn't take long until Ryonir was climbing a small hill less than a mile east of the town, the elf still able to see it with his elevated position. The silver dragon was hiding out in a grove of trees that even he had trouble squeezing through as he squirmed through the branches. When he finally got to the other side and asked Zefrit how he managed to fit his larger body between the narrow gap the dragon just grinned and pointed to the open sky above. Ryonir took a few minutes to explain to his dragon companion what the plan was to help keep Zefrit from accidently getting an arrow shot in him and the silver-scaled creature nodded, then told the elf to hop on so he wouldn't scuff his armor again.

Just as Ryonir was about to do so he stopped, pausing there and looking down in contemplation. He remembered what Flynn had said about confronting his desires and he doubted that they would find a more private spot to do so. The hesitation had caused Zefrit to look at him in question, and though Ryonir knew that every second that passed was causing more suspicion and concern in the other creature he still found himself bouncing back and forth between telling him. Finally it took Zefrit asking him if he was alright for the elf to break down, telling the dragon to have a seat and that he needed to tell something to him before they met up with the others again.

At first Ryonir had trouble with the words as he saw those silver draconic eyes staring right at him, but eventually he started to relay the dream to him and once he did the information came pouring out of him like a river. Not only did he tell him about the two dreams but also the changing into the dragon at the end of the second one as well. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed when he finally ended his tale, all he knew was his throat was a little hoarse at the end and his face was slight wet with tears. Once he had stopped talking Zefrit continued to just look at him, and though it was hard to tell dragon facial expressions Ryonir guessed it was a mixture of shock, curiosity, and awe.

"That's... a lot to process..." the dragon managed to reply. "So after all this time we've spent together you've just recently had these feelings towards me... or is it all dragons in general? You've met others, did you feel this way about them too?"

"No..." Ryonir replied with a sigh, scratching his head. "At least, I don't think so... maybe in my past I was in love with a dragon, who knows..."

"True..." Zefrit said, looking down at the ground for a second before his eyes widened. "Wait... you don't think... you were naked in the mountains..."

It took a second before the elf caught on to what the dragon was saying and quickly shook his hands in the air. "No, no way..." he quickly retorted. "I don't think Xarlix is loved by his own mother, much less me. Plus I don't think chromatics are capable of the feeling to be able to reciprocate, all they seem to care about is destroying things instead of embracing them."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right on that," Zefrit replied. "Plus dragons tend to mark their partners, or at least the dominant ones do, and I've seen you naked so I think if you had something on your body like that I would have noticed."

"Likewise," Ryonir said. "But back to the topic at hand... now that you know how I feel, what do you think?"

There was a moment of silence between the two as Zefrit looked away in contemplation. Though Ryonir didn't want to rush the male he found himself anxiously waiting what the answer was going to be. Where they going to be able to continue to operate as friends if he wasn't interested? Or would they find themselves parting ways once the missions was complete? And what if... he was interested?

"I suppose... maybe..." the dragon started to respond, chewing on his lip slightly before finally looking back at Ryonir. "Maybe we should try... you know, taking it ab it further now and see where it goes?"

"Wait, what?" the elf replied, somewhat surprised as he looked around the clearing. "Right here? Right now?"

"Why not?" Zefrit replied. "As you said this place is as private as you can get, and the others don't exactly know when we're coming back. Plus we can just start with a kiss... if we don't actually feel anything from one another then we can stop, we don't have to go all the way either even if we do feel something."

Though Ryonir could feel his body trembling slightly he found himself nodding, asking if Zefrit thought he should take off his clothes just in case. The dragon shrugged slightly and the elf found himself stripping down anyway, putting them off to the side along with his armor to make sure it wasn't damaged at all. He suddenly became hyper aware of the cool breeze blowing past his bare flesh as he went back up towards the dragon. With the sun shining overhead the scene was almost picturesque in a way, the dragon knight thought to himself as he slowly approached.

As they got within arm's length of one another both were shaking slightly, not knowing what was about to happen next. They had been together so long that this shouldn't have made them nervous at all, yet Ryonir could see his fingers practically trembling as he put them up against Zefrit's head. This was it, the thought racing through his mind as they got closer, this wasn't a dream. In a few seconds he was going to find out if he really was a dragon lover or if his mind had been playing tricks on him...

The second their lips met it was like a bolt of lightning passed between the two, a simple pressing together of their mouths growing as Ryonir felt his heart pounding in his chest. With their difference in size it made it hard to properly make out, but more than once the elf felt the tip of the dragon's tongue inside his own mouth, in the back of his mind wishing that there could be more as his entire body was flush with arousal. The anxiousness and nervousness of their potential joining was washed away in the waves of lust as Ryonir found his friend eagerly reciprocating the gesture, the elf rubbing his hands all along the scales of the silver dragon's head. This was a hundred times better than anything he could have imagined in his dreams, the elf thought as he found himself on his back with the dragon nuzzling against his bare chest and down his stomach.

Just as he felt his arousal peaking Ryonir grabbed Zefrit by the horns, telling him to wait just as he was about to start licking down to his cock like he had done in his dreams. The elf found himself hungry for more, not satisfied with the dragon's maw as he pushed himself back up. He told Zefrit to lie on the ground and the silver dragon did so almost immediately, though his hips and hind legs did rise up in the air slightly as the elf rubbed against them. Without magical intervention there was no way that Ryonir would be able to take the dragon's cock inside either of his orifices, but that was just fine for him as he had a different target in mind. With Zefrit all the way down it was almost the perfect height for Ryonir to have access to the backside of the creature.

For a brief second Ryonir wondered if perhaps they were going a little too fast... they had just been talking a few minutes ago and now he was about to breed his friend. But as he looked down at Zefrit he saw the dragon's maw was open and his tongue was practically drooling from the sensations. The elf couldn't remember really seeing or hearing about the dragon hooking up himself and wondered if he was just as pent up, though at the moment he was too horny to care. All his focus was on was the hole in front of him as he took his hands and pressed them against the base of the dragon's tail to keep him down so he wasn't standing on his toes.

Ryonir was thankful that he had decided to pull off his clothes before they had gotten started, his naked body rubbing against the flanks of the dragon as he heard the other male practically moaning out his name. He was slightly surprised at how submissive Zefrit was acting, though he had never really seen him interact with other dragons normally they considered themselves somewhat superior to other races. Perhaps this was his natural state, the perverse thought crossing the elf's mind as he prepared himself, squeezing his own cock a few times to get ready. At first he thought that maybe it wasn't going to fit, but as he began to push the head of his member into the tailhole it squeezed down on him like a vice and he almost got knocked back by the silver dragon's tail.

"Sorry..." Zefrit said sheepishly after panting for a few seconds. "I just, I don't think I was prepared." Ryonir just smiled and told him it was alright, especially since he managed to stay inside the tailhole of the dragon even with the bucking motion. More than once he had to continue to stand on his toes when the silver dragon pushed his hind legs up, though it got easier the further he slid into the depths of the dragon's rear. The elf could feel his breathing quicken as he watched in sheer fascination while inch after inch of his rock-hard cock slid into the hole of the creature beneath him.

There was something... powerful about taking a dragon like this, the elf began to think as he continued to push forward. A dragon was supposed to be a mighty creature, a primal force of nature, and he was just an elf. Yet it was the dragon on the ground with his cock inside of him, clawing at the ground from the insertion as his hands grabbed those scaled hips. Ryonir couldn't help but smile at the image, though it was quickly being drowned out by the pleasure of the moment as he hilted himself and felt those silver scales press against his thighs.

But just as he was letting Zefrit get comfortable Ryonir frowned as the size difference was rearing its ugly head again. Even with his entire length inside the dragon he could feel it threatening to pop out from the larger creature, Zefrit clenching the only thing keeping him in. The elf knew that if he pulled back even an inch he was coming completely out, which meant that either he was going to need the silver dragon to lie on his back with him on top or he was going to have to get on his back with the dragon on top of him. That latter option came with the possible threat of being crushed to death by his lover and that was not the way he wanted to go out, though as the seconds passed it appeared Zefrit was actually holding him in better in better.

At least that's what the elf thought, his focus so fixated on how to maximize their pleasure that he failed to notice the faint glow coming from the golden tooth of the necklace. Zefrit let out another gasp and scratched the ground as the elf pushed himself forward slightly, commenting on deep he felt inside of him with a growl. The strange thing was that Ryonir hadn't done anything and felt it too, like he had just somehow plowed further into the inner walls of the dragon somehow. As he tried to shift his hips and see what might be happening his eyes might have spotted a potential reason, his fingernails darkening into claws as black scales began to spread up from his fingers towards his forearms.

This was not right, Ryonir thought to himself as panic began to rise in his chest, but when he tried to pull out he felt sensations course through his body that he had never experienced before. He practically fell forward on top of Zefrit as he pulled back a few inches of his cock to find the flesh had not only started to turn an ebon color but also had slightly fleshy ridges on it... the ridges you'd find on the maleness of the dragon. Even with those inches out of the silver dragon's backside it still felt like he was just as deep as before, Zefrit commenting as well on the sensation as the elf tried to figure out what to do. Every time he attempted to pull himself out the combined squeezing of the inner walls and the extremely sensitive flesh of his transforming cock caused him to stop and he just felt himself grow even longer.

Then Ryonir was suddenly tilted forward as his bare feet seemed to arch up of their own accord, pushing him into the silver dragon and his cock right back up to the hilt as his toes exploded with growth. When he tried to pull out again he found himself instinctively pushing back in, panting heavily as he began to thrust in and out without even realizing it. Zefrit was no longer asking about it either as his muzzle was practically buried in the dirt, grunting and growling from his insides being spread open by the transforming dick inside of him. Soon Ryonir no longer needed to be on his toes as he felt his frame crack and stretch, his tongue dangling far past his lips as the scales began to spread up to his knees and elbows.

Whether it was the sex transforming him or the fact that he was inside a dragon it didn't matter to the elf anymore, the lust had completely clouded his mind and as his muzzle began to expand he found himself pushing harder and deeper into the dragon beneath him. The only thing that came out of his mouth was increasingly deep growls as his chest began to barrel out, his ribs popping as he quickly had to angle downward in order to keep his cock buried in the dragon. The sounds of popping filled the air as his spine stretched, a tail starting to grow out of his backside while he fell forward and put his thickening arms around Zefrit's body...

But the act of falling forward pushed the silver dragon off to his side and that caused one of the mutating feet of the elf to slide out from under him. Though Ryonir was able to roll to the side it did cause him to slide out of the tailhole he had been pounding into, causing both males to let out a small roar before he found himself on his back. The intense urge to continue to rut filled the dragon knight's mind... but before he could get back on his feet the sensation immediately began to drain away. The tooth lost its luster as his body quickly shrank back down to its elven proportions, including his nearly foot and a half long cock as the sensitive flesh smoothed back out.

"Wha-what happened?" Zefrit said fearfully as he looked back, Ryonir unable to talk from his still puffed out mouth as the flesh retracted and he shook his head to caused his jaw to crack before sliding back into place. "Ryonir?"

"This.. damn necklace..." Ryonir said with a slight growl as he reached back and took it off, the smooth golden tooth sliding in his palm. "It must have some sort of latent magic on it, I didn't start getting the dream about transforming or... this happening until I had put this on. Whether it's some sort of trick put in my way by Xarlix or just some sort of wild magic I won't know until I get it properly identified... it appears my skill is not enough in this case."

"What about the capital?" Zefrit said. "I'm sure they have someone there that could identify it for you."

"Yeah, most major cities have at least one artificer for this kind of thing," the elf stated as he grabbed his bag and put the tooth inside one of the pockets. "Until then this thing stays off me and we need to not... activate it, since it seems to be triggered by lust it means we will have to put a pin in what we were doing until afterwards. Are you alright?"

The silver dragon nodded and stretched his limbs to double check while the elf got dressed. "Yeah, might be walking funny for a bit but I should be fine." He admitted after walking slightly bow-legged for a bit. "I suppose we should go and meet up with the others and get to the capital even faster now, it'll just be a shame if it turns out that necklace is from Xarlix. If it's not and turns out to just turn elves into dragons that might mean I have a chance to take you instead."

The elf stood there in slight shock as the dragon winked at him, then motioned for him to get on his back. Even with their disastrous first time expressing their love for one another it appeared that Zefrit was open to the possibility of the two of them being together in a carnal fashion, and given how that made him feel Ryonir was thinking he was the same way. But for the moment they were going to have to put such feelings aside and wait to explore them later, at the moment they had a capital to get to and, if they were lucky, a dragon to kill.

When they got back to the group they found that the caravan had already started to gather at the gate, comprised mostly of humans with a few elves in the mix. That made it easy for them to find Flynn and Samiel as they stood near the back of the group, both of them turning their heads away as Zefrit quickly landed to avoid getting potentially mistaken for the dread dragon and shot at. "Are we all ready to go?" Ryonir asked as he slid off for Zefrit, his head tilting to the side as neither of them made eye contact. "Uh... you two alright?"

"Never better," Flynn said, though his cheeks were bright red as he passed by. "I'm going to go tell the caravan leader that we're ready to go." As the other elf hurried off he left Ryonir scratching his head in confusion, then turned slightly to see the werewolf grinning at him.

"I think you should know something interesting about these hills," Samiel said as he pointed towards the area that he and Zefrit had just come from. "You see, the way that everything is positioned the sound that comes from the top of them echoes in the rock of the outlying hills behind it, which then projects out down the valley. If you happen to be up there doing something loud the sound of it could be heard through the whole town and probably half the valley."

Ryonir and Zefrit looked at one another in confusion until it dawned on them what that loud noise could be, their eyes widening before they quickly looked back at the caravan they had just landed at. A lot of the people there were all giving them jeering looks with one or two giving the thumbs up, the dragon knight and his companion attempting to ignore all of that. Instead they went as far back as they could and waited for the caravan to give the signal, though they still had to deal with Samiel being next to them and remarking that it sounded like they were definitely having a good time...