Midnight Secret
((OOC: The character Kraylan belongs to Kraylan, and was used with permission by the owner. All other characters are creations from my own mind.))
"Aviose's Midnight Secret"
It was the witching hour, nothing so crude as midnight of course. Anyone can be a witch at midnight under a full moon. It was past 3 am and he had been awoken by a hand on his shoulder, shaking him urgently. His eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling and the usual questions of "Who am I?" "Where am I?" "Am I wearing clothes?" filled his head and were promptly banished. A finger pressed against his lips and words were whispered into his ear barely above the threshold of hearing, the voice one of a distant memory his sleep addled brain could not yet recollect.
"I want to tell you a secret."
The lion's hazy mind was barely able to register the words spoken by the deep hoarse voice, and he instinctively pushed away the hand that shook him rather rough. He could tell it was a male above him, for with him came a very powerful musk, draconic in nature. The young cub's eyes focused in the dim lighting, bright blue orbs taking in the form of a western white dragon anthro straddling him. Before the youth could open his mouth to reply, he churred softly in his ear, his reptilian tongue darting out to tickle the boy's ear cuff.
"I know who you are." He said in a loving tone, a scaly hand drifting down his small chest, sending shivers of both pleasure and worry down his young frame. "We have been worried sick about you, since the battle." He cooed, his roving hand now resting upon the boy's soft belly, gently massaging the flesh there. The cub was clothed in a simple set of pajamas, deep blue with various tiny white squares to give it a sparkling effect, his new adoptive parent's idea to try and match the sparkle within the boy's eyes.
"W-what's my name?" He stammered softly, the strange attention the grown up was giving him made him feel kind of queasy, both in a good way and a bad way, the strong musk exuding from the dragon did indeed seem familiar to the boy, but he could not for the life of him recall where he'd taken it in before. But this was the first bit of anything familiar he could recall since he woke up almost two months ago in a back alley, and something deep within him was urging him to trust the stranger now crouched in his bed with him.
"Your name is Aviose.....and my name is Kraylan." He replied softly, churring as he let the name of his friend roll off his tongue. "Two months ago we fought together, side by side, against the invading army of Amat-Ki. You were truly a sight to see Avi; undead abominations stood no chance against your holy flames." He began saying, already knowing the boy was going to ask about the events that brought him to this strange yet nice family of badgers.
Avi listened with rapt attention as the dragon spun the tale of the tremendous conflict, his friends that joined him, and the powerful foes that opposed him. It truly was a grand tale, one that most would be a bit wary to believe, had the boy not discovered his own potential a month ago while playing at his new school. That was a phone call his adoptive father would never forget. The people in this region were not believers in magic, most believing it to be a myth or fairy tale told to children to scare or excite them. Avi was a magical creature, and that prompted more than one concerned parent to freak out that their child was near such a being. However, after the matter was addressed by the town council, and the boy was questioned, he was deemed not to be a threat, and was allowed to stay and learn their ways, on the condition he avoid using his talents unless it was absolutely needed.
By the time the dragon had finished his side of the story, the little hand on the clock was pointing down and to the right at the big number next to the six, and the big hand pointed straight up at the twelve. Avi had never been to a proper school before, that much was obvious when the people tested his intelligence, and he wasn't able to read or write any English words, though he was surprisingly fluent in the African alphabet; prompting the local authorities to start a search for his lineage in Africa, though it was a hopeless search.
"That sounds really cool Kraylan, but I don't remember any of it." He confessed, confident his parents wouldn't rise until the little hand was pointing directly at the six. "If you are magical, like me, can't you fix my brain so I can remember?" He pleaded, his tail now twitching eagerly behind him. He had thought of his memories, or lack thereof, every day, hoping and praying he'd recover the boy he once was.
"My magic doesn't work that way....." Kraylan confessed, but a wide grin spread across his face as he gazed the boy over, his hand once again starting to glide down the lion's side towards his hips teasingly. "But I do have one thing we can try to get your memory back, something personal to us both." He cooed, his voice now almost dripping with lust while his fingers slipped beneath the cub's waistband. Before Avi could object, the dragon's fingers gently brushed against his small sheath, eliciting a surprised mew of a moan from the boy.
"D-daddy says I'm not supposed to play with that!" He whispered, though he made no move to remove the dragon's hand from him. "He says that no one is supposed to play with my boy parts, that it's wrong." He replied, his adoptive parent's stern warning flashing through his mind as he was fondled by the grown up.
"Shh....you've done this many times before Avi, and I think it'll help restore your memories if you do it again." Kraylan responded, now gently using two of his fingers to stroke the rapidly swelling sheath of the cub. The look of worry on the youth's face spoke volumes about his current feelings, but the desire to find out who he truly was far outweighed his father's warning. Though still nervous, the cub's paws slowly slid the blue fabric down to reveal himself to the dragon, who smiled gently at the boy. "Good Avi, no need to be scared, I promise this won't hurt a bit." He comforted, before taking the now erect flesh of his friend into his hand before starting to softly stroking the exposed length.
Aviose murred quietly while the dragon went to work upon his tool, his experienced hand running all along the boy's barbs and stimulating the sensitive flesh in a most pleasurable fashion. With his other hand, Kraylan guided the cub to lie upon his back once more, squeezing his chest gently and seductively. Once the boy was prone before him, the dragon slipped a finger into his mouth and applied a fair amount of hot dragon saliva to the digit, a slightly mischievous grin upon the adult's snout. Bringing the now lubricated finger down to Avi's tight tail-hole, he teased the soft pink pucker gently, all the while stroking and fondling Avi's erect tool. Instinctively spreading his legs to the amorous dragon, his hips began to buck slightly into the scaly hand, his low moans and murrs echoing across the sky blue walls of his room. But what happened next, caught the youth completely off guard.
He gasped in both shock and extreme pleasure as he saw the grown up take his throbbing maleness into his hot and moist mouth, the long draconic tongue easily wrapping around the boy's flesh at least twice and squeezing tightly upon it. By this time Avi had to use his pillow to stifle the mews and moans, lest he risk waking the whole house up, bucking furiously into Kraylan's powerful jaws as he slurped and swallowed around the leonine shaft. With the massive amount of pleasure filling his loins, he didn't even notice the dragon's lubed finger slip past the initial ring of the cub's pucker and into his body, until it pushed his inner button. That was far too much for young Avi to stand, and with a powerful roar into the pillow he lost himself to the orgasmic high that was his climax, every nerve in his body alive with a euphoric fire that consumed him, and all thoughts about who or where he was were forgotten by the overload of sexual bliss.
At six fifteen that morning, the badger knocked lightly upon the lion cub's door, calling out his name chosen by him and his wife. When he got no answer, he opened the door, only to find the room empty, and a note taped to the headboard......
Dear Mr. Bradley,
A friend of mine has found me and restored my memory. I do not belong in this place, for there are people who need my power to help them fight off a great threat to their lives. I thank you endlessly for the kind words and support you have given me these past few months, know that I will take the lessons you have taught me and put them to good use. I am with others like me now, not exactly like me, but similar enough. Perhaps one day, when the threat is gone, I will return to repay you for all that you've done for me.
Sincerely,
Aviose (Takatifu) Teir'dal
((P.S. I still can't write in English, this was written by my friend's hand, but the words are mine. I look forward to learning more though.))