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Memoirs of Dragora

Chapter 18: For More Than a Crown, But Rather a Continent

Dragora woke up in a field, and already sensing it was another dream, got up to look at his surroundings. He spotted another draconian laying in the field not too far from himself and made his way over to the figure, wondering if he might have jumped into one of his companions' dreams. As Dragora drew closer, he noticed the kin was taller than any other draconian he's seen.

"I've been waiting for you little brother, and I thought I was the one with insomnia..." the draconian remarked before getting up, "I already know what you're gonna say, and you can blame the size on father, 'tis his side that creates all the giants."

Dragora just looked at Herfrund, not knowing whether to be cautious of him or run over and hug him. He looked over his body, seeing what Fendrell was talking about: Herf's torso alone was covered in so many scars one would think his natural color was tan rather than green, and underneath that was the muscle of a body-builder, with each muscle looking as though it were straining the skin when he flexed.

"Well while we're here I've got a lot of questions." Dragora stated simply, still a bit wary.

"There's a warm family welcome, I understand you might not remember me since you were a baby but to be so cold and cautious hurts a bit." Herf retorted softly, walking towards Dragora slowly.

If there was one thing Dragora hated most, it was being called cold or emotionless. He took a single stride away and stared the other dragon-kin in the eyes as a warning and stood his ground again.

Herf couldn't help but stop dead as he could see easily that he offended his little brother deeply. He assessed what he said for a minute and thought about calling his brother "cold," Thinking of a way to make it up to Dragora.

"How do I know that you aren't poisoned by Lothgrenier and that you truly are my brother?" Dragora asked sternly, seeing a glint in the other draconian's eyes.

"You know, you're right. You have every reason to be cautious of me, I was never there for you, nor have you seen me till now. I don't have purple eyes like you or father, therefore I'm little more than a stranger. I have no proof, except for father himself-"

Dragora summoned the scythe-sword and mightily threw across the field, impaling the earth not 5 feet away from Herfrund as he suddenly looked to the side and felt cold from nearly dying.

"Wield it." Dragora commanded, walking over briskly.

"Wha...?"

"You heard me. Wield it, prove you're my brother." Dragora commanded once more, summoning a spear.

Herfrund stumbled to his feet, not having been expecting his little brother to be so assertive, and laid his hands on the handle.

"If you're family then you can use the weapons I summon, if we're related by blood then you should have no problem lifting that sword." Dragora growled now, seeing the draconian so hesitant on proving his lineage.

Herfrund lifted the sword slowly, afraid of really not being related by blood to Dragora or Nijraketo, but he could see that every moment of hesitance to prove himself was making his little brother that much more wary to the point of having a weapon ready, so he lifted the sword faster, thrown off by how light the weapon felt, and out of curiosity balanced the pommel in his hand.

Dragora threw the pole-arm aside and ran over to his brother, feeling sorry for have doubting him. Herf grabbed the handle and set the sword down on the ground to free his hands while his little brother hugged him tightly.

"The world has not been kind has it...?"

Dragora shot up, seeing both Zerion and Slypnir in the room watching him intently.

"Just making sure you didn't trying bringing the moon down again, what was this one about?" Slypnir asked, full of curiosity as to what would make his friend throw a sword into the wall and summon a spear followed by crying.

"I saw him, I don't think Herfrund will attack, but that doesn't mean the army won't." Dragora sighed softly, catching both his companions off guard.

"Oh good, I won't have to worry about avoiding him on the field and this trip won't be for naught." Zerion breathed graciously, feeling a bit better about the battle to come.

"We still don't know if they have siege weapons though, the only thing above the ground is the doorway and if they destroy that then the citizens within will be trapped inside." Slypnir explained, his ears picked up the engines slowing, "And we're almost there."

On those words the trio went through their preparations as did the rest of the party. By the time the ship was landing Dragora and the others were waiting at the gangplank facing a large mass incoming towards the fleet of ships. Dragora could see Herf at the front, not expecting to see his little brother in command of the opposing army. Dragora issued the command and everyone charged, throwing Zerion off as Dragora so willingly gave the order to attack his own kin, and was further confused as Dragora ran out front without any weapons in hand.

"We've got to keep up with him this time around, I know he has something planned." Slypnir shouted to Zerion over the roar of battle.

At that moment Dragora grabbed his stunned brother's arm and launched into the air, grabbing his sibling around the waist and was surprised his wings were holding them both up.

"I thought your wings were stunted, yet here you are carrying both of us..." Herf sighed out, feeling the nubs on his back twinge in desire of flying.

"They were, but an otter helped them grow, what happened to yours?" Dragora asked casually asked they landed out of sight from the battlefield.

"It's a very long story, so how did you know?" Herfrund asked softly, ashamed for being on the other side.

"Now hold on a minute, I'm asking the questions." Dragora stated solidly, seeing his brother snap straight, "Why are you on their side?"

"I... I didn't have a choice, they said they had you-"

"There's always a choice, why. Did. You join?" Dragora asked more firmly this time, not caring how tall his brother was.

"Because it paid well..." Herf sighed out in guilt.

"You set aside morals for money? You didn't care how many innocents they've killed or planned to for that matter? I had to save a a thicket full of children from being burned alive from that army, and yet none of this bothers you?" Dragora growled slightly.

"I... I... gave them my loyalty..." Herf staggered out softly, feeling more uneasy around his brother than he did Nij.

"When does loyalty come before morals!? When does loyalty come before family!? What did they do to convince you that they were good...?" Dragora asked consecutively, "I understand putting the past behind is important, but how can we put it behind if we don't understand it..."

"... Has it really been so long since I've heard those words? Since I've said those words? I was the same way with when father gave you to that orphanage, I didn't understand it, I couldn't let it go. Finally there was a day when I just couldn't let it gnaw at me anymore, and I set out without his approval. I traveled all around, looking for you so I could see one reason why he had to let you go. Eventually I came across someone who said that if I joined, they would find you for me, thus why I joined, sure the pay was good but as a mercenary I could travel land land far more effectively in search of you..." Herf was sitting on the ground now, his horns still reaching Dragora's chest as he let his head rest on his knees, "Now it was you who found me, and now that I look back on all of the things I've done in my obsession to find you it's almost unbearable."

Dragora couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, realizing that his brother never really paid attention to actions just as long as Herf could see him.

"The world hasn't been kind, has it?" Dragora replied softly, petting the back of his brother's head as he crouched down to be eye level.

At his brother's touch to the spot his mother always petted, Herf finally let his feelings show while tears rolled down his cheeks.

Zerion and Slypnir were on the other side, being able to hear everything as the battle halted while the two generals left together. Both armies halted in confusion, with a few soldiers from either side straying off to find their commanders. The rest of both armies retreated and set up camp, seeing little else to do otherwise. The stray soldiers quietly rounded the corner looked at the sight in a confused manner. Both Dragora and Herf spotted the soldiers, and Dragora helped his brother up to his feet. The soldiers' suddenly understood what was going on as they noticed the two draconians' facial structures were strikingly similar.

"Sir, both armies are camped, is this your-"

"Brother, yes. And as of now you are the commander of Lothgrenier's 15th regiment, I'm retiring." Herf told his soldier, seeing the newly-made commander shrink back in fear of being an enemy of his former general, "You can relax, I only ask that you retreat and make up a story of this position being too heavily fortified to advance on."

The soldier sighed in relief and ran off towards the camp to make arrangements while the soldier from Dragora's army was still stuck there out of curiosity.

"Sorry soldier, can't say the same goes for you, however let us camp here for today so everyone can stretch their legs." Dragora explained leisurely, seeing the soldier head towards the ships.

"So is everything resolved now? If so I've got an idea to satisfy both sides and keep morale up..." Slypnir suggested, coming around the corner.

"Was everyone eavesdropping!?" Dragora shouted out, half expecting a bunch of soldiers come around the corner.

"Nah, just me, Slypnir, and those two." Zerion retorted casually, flinching a bit at seeing Herfrund, who perked up in curiosity and interest.

"I'll be damned, this world's just gettin' smaller and smaller..." Herfrund giggled as he walked over to Zerion who was shrinking back slightly.

"Um... hi..." Zerion staggered out softly, slightly surprising Dragora.

"So how long have you known him?" Herf asked back to Dragora while he extended his hand out to Zerion, "Relax a little, I was only like that because you caught me during one of my mood spells."

"I've known him since childhood, and before you ask yes all three of us are fond of each other." Dragora retorted, seeing Herf perk up suddenly.

"So you swing that way too? I was starting to think I was the only one. Out of that entire army I was the only one who was bi, trust me I looked at the enrollment records." Herf sighed out, now tracing his claw delicately along Zerion's chest.

Zerion just giggled nervously as Dragora burst out laughing, never having seen his companion so timid. Herf started tracing down to the draconian's abs, feeling sweat drip onto his claws as they went over the frame. Zerion just looked Dragora's way for any sign of approval as even he was starting to be turned on. Dragora just smirked and nodded as he took hold of Slypnir's hand in anxiousness.

"Quite the ravenous one lately aren't we?" Slypnir asked into his companion's ear before kissing Dragora and both of them heading towards the ships.

"Like you wouldn't believe, I dunno why but I just feel so... in the mood..." Dragora sighed out lustily.

"I guess we follow them." Herfrund giggled lightly, bending down and letting his forked tongue lightly trace along Zerion's neck before they started following.

Zerion couldn't help but feel deathly nervous and yet attracted to Dragora's brother at the same time. This was the same draconian who single-handedly wiped out the legion he commanded, this was the only one of his species that he's seen break the 12 foot mark and have the body of a deity to go with it. And yet, it was Herfrund cuddling on him, a man who could get on his hands and feet and honestly look like their ancestors.

Herf could sense Zerion's uneasiness with all this so he decided to slow down a bit, starting to only rub and massage the smaller draconian's shoulders, holding back a giggle as Zerion couldn't help but let out a growl of pleasure.

"So how come you always keep your wings tied up?" Herf asked curiously, never having seen a draconian not unfurl their wings whenever they got the chance.

"Well, it's gonna sound stupid but, well, when I let them out I just turn into a complete klutz, not only do my wings catch on almost everything but even my steps and hands become clumsy." Zerion shyly breathed out, feeling a little more relaxed as the other draconian's hands firmly loosened up his tense shoulders.

"I had the same thing but mine... got lost in an accident." Herfrund said hesitantly, his own wings were a touchy subject around anyone.

Zerion just remained quiet, literally feeling the taller kin become uneasy about the subject and not wanting to push him. Herf just smirked for an instant, glad that at least someone didn't prod him about his wings.

"How did you get so many scars? You can't be all that much older than Dragora." Zerion asked, looking back to look at Herfrund some more.

"Believe it or not Dragora and I are a good few years apart, but I don't love him any less, as for the scars, the ones on my back were from being held prisoner, the ones on the front were just stupid moves in combat. The ones on my arms were from a back-fired flame spell, and that's about it." Herfrund explained, recalling all that he could at the moment.

However, Zerion caught a glimpse of a slave mark, right below the other draconian's armpit, badly disfigured from innumerable cuts but still present.

"What about below your under you arm?" Zerion asked softly, cursing himself for letting curiosity most likely kill the cat.

Herfrund stopped suddenly and breathed deeply, feeling many emotions run through him at the same time.

"'Tis but one of the world's cruelties, and I'll leave it at that." Herfrund said solemnly, knowing it wasn't Zerion's fault for being curious but really not ready to talk about such things. He breathed again, and tried once again to lighten the mood, this time kneading slowly down from the shoulders as they walked up the gangplank to the main ship.

***

Dragora had been horny, but he was more curious about what his brother was sensitive about. He told Slypnir to go wait in the room while he jumped off the side of the ship to trail within hearing range of Zerion and Herfrund. Dragora's curiosity was in overdrive as he peeked around a corner saw his sharp eyes catching what Zerion's had, and decided that it would be best to stay far away from the subject if it troubled Herf to that point. He quickly scaled the side of the ship and made it not 2 minutes before Zerion and the towering draconian came into their room.

"Apparently Herf wants group sex, if you don't mind." Zerion stated softly, blushing wildly.

"Not at all, and I don't think Mr. Nymph here would be bothered either." Slypnir jested, barely containing a chuckle as Dragora didn't seem to mind the name.

"Well if we're going group why not see if we can get some more in here." Dragora stated eagerly, going outside again.

"Ugh, this running about's not like him, at least not when he's-"

"Wait, Dragora's already experiencing...?" Herf asked in a puzzled manner, making pelvic thrust to emphasize what he meant.

"Yes, it struck us all odd when he started getting lusty years before anyone else. I think this whole trip's triggered something though, and it strikes me extremely odd. Have you noticed Dragora's scent is-"

"Sort of feminine of late? I thought it was just my nose playing tricks on me." Zerion finished for Slypnir, seeing Herf cock his head to the side in utter confusion.

As Slypnir was about to ask what was bothering Herfrund, Dragora came in with S'kria and Orrik.

"They're down for it." Dragora exclaimed eagerly, already naked and hardening.

"S'kria...?" Herf aired out quietly, reaching toward the fox who caught his gaze with wide eyes.

They fox and draconian touched fingers for a minute, seeming to communicate telepathically as tears came to both of their eyes.

"You two know each other?" Dragora asked, more confused than ever.

"We... were lovers..." Herf gushed out, holding S'kria tightly.

Orrik winced a little, but regained himself thinking hopefully the past was the past.

"Aye we were about to slow down and just be friends but we never even got a chance to say goodbye to each other. We both felt that we didn't quite click so we both agreed on being friends, but before I could see him off to Lothgrenier his unit was dispatched early." S'kria explained, seeing Orrik's expression.

"So this isn't one of those awkward long lost love situations?" Orrik asked quietly, trying in vain to hide the hope that he was still with S'kria.

"Nah, friend's a friend, I dun' care who he's with as long as he isn't hurt." Herf retorted in a carefree manner, starting to undress, "But now I'm really in the mood..."

Zerion giggled, more nervous than ever as to who would be dominant and how big he was. Dragora was standing up again, already hastily undressing Slypnir as S'kria and Orrik were undressing each other. Zerion breathed lustily as he saw Herf was one of few who had a sheath and went over to the laying draconian, fingering the quickly moistening slit and feeling the shaft rising. He decided to play with the draconian a bit, removing his fingers and putting his palm over the slit. Herfrund moaned and closed his eyes, feeling his manhood stiffening and widening but unable to escape. His groin muscles contracted and strained, trying to push against the hand, while Zerion looked in wide eyed eagerness as his mate's shaft could be seen thickening and expanding inside his body, pushing against his tensing abs. Zerion quickly removed his hand, slightly drooling at the sight and pre-ing as inch after inch of thick, veining cock was sliding out of it's casing. A shot of pre came out as he reached his full length of 26 inches and 3 inches wide, and Zerion pounced onto him in eagerness. Herf couldn't do much but moan in pleasure as the smaller dragon-kin slurped at the pulsing head of his rod and got ready to mount it.

"I'm not even sure if it'll fit, I've only taken half this at most..." Zerion commented suddenly, feeling the broad head flex in anxiousness at his hole as Herfrund nodded in understanding and pushed gently in.

Zerion drew in a sharp breath of air, trying to relax and let his walls stretch to accommodate the new presence. The pain washed into pleasure quickly as he felt every detail of his mate's shaft rub against his tract, the veins throbbing enough to almost feel like vestigial barbs and the muscles constantly rock hard from a longing being sated. The rod was well past his prostate when Zerion had to call it quits on length.

"You've got a straight tract, not many can fit 18 before stoppING- you're tighter than a virgin up top though..." Herfrund grunted out, feeling Zerion tense and forcing him to shoot out more pre.

"Ingh... keep shooting into me like that and you might straighten it more..." Zerion groaned, the shot of pre forcing the walls to conform to Herfrund's mass a little.

Herf started pumping what couldn't fit with his hands as Zerion began to ride the length slowly. Zerion hadn't predicted the amount of times since Herfrund shot last but was starting to get a good guess as the pulse in the rod picked up quickly, making Zerion come closer to his climax as well. After a little more riding Herfrund starting bucking wildly, the feeling of thick cum sliding up his shaft pushing him beyond control. Zerion could feel it as well, the cock inside him widened another half inch as it climbed up slowly, building more pressure as the walls resisted more. Herfrund rolled to be on top and humped into Zerion with an insatiable desire to release,surprising the smaller draconian as he looked into lust-driven eyes fluttering wildly. He gave one final thrust as the cum gushed into his mate's tract slowly, the juices being viscous as molasses and making Zerion shift in confusion as he felt beyond full.

"Unh, how much do you have? I feel like I'm being stretched..." Zerion moaned with his eyes closed in rapture as his own climax was quickly drawing closer.

"I-I don't know, but y-you are..." Herfrund stammered out, still in mid climax as as eyes started becoming fixated on the unaware draconian's growing bulge.

Zerion continued to grunt and moan as finally he shot out onto his chest and squinted open his eyes to see what Herfrund meant, instantly widening his view in awe as he looked pregnant.

"It really has b-been a while since you g-got off hasn't it...?" feeling more and more stretched with each flex of the plug inside him , "P-please take it out, I don't -ngh- think I can take much more..."

Herfrund slid it out slowly, feeling the torrent he was keeping in getting stronger with each jet of jizz. With a pop the thick juice flooded out of Zerion's orifice and spilled onto the ground along with Herfrund's ever-flowing cum tap. The bulge reduced in size and after a minute Zerion was standing up, feeling incredibly stretched in his abs and ignorant to the light flow drizzling down his leg. Herfrund looked around in an embarrassed manner, seeing everyone else already covered in each others' essence.

"Sorry for the mess." Herfrund commented lightly, looking for something to wipe off with.

"And I thought Slypnir had a hefty load..." Dragora retorted in an interested manner, seeing Zerion using a towel to clean off his scales, "There any more of those over there?"

Zerion passed out a few more towels and everyone cleaned themselves off were now working on absorbing as much of the seed as they could. Zerion and Slypnir both worked their way towards Dragora in similar curiosity, trying to get a good whiff of his scent to see if it was actually him who's scent was becoming feminine.

"Umm... Dragora? You're probably used to it but have you noticed that your scent is different?" Slypnir asked, seeing Dragora perk up in confusion.

"Huh? Uh, no, why?" Dragora asked, completely caught off guard by the random question.

"Well you smell kind of feminine, it's just sorta different-"

"Feminine? Now I'm really confused, you sure it's me?" Dragora interrupted, utterly addled about what was going on.

"Here, lemme check, Dragora go into the other room and I'll smell your glands." S'kria retorted, putting his clothes on, "Don't worry Orrik that's all I'm doing, swear me to a chastity belt if I lie."

Orrik giggled in response as Dragora went to the next room without bothering to get dressed, S'kria following."

"He also seems to not mind going round with no clothes as much anymore." Zerion Stated, getting dressed as well.

Dragora was laying stomach-first on the bed in the next room as S'kria came in and walked over, placing a hand on Dragora's back above his tail.

"Oi, my back's a little achy, unless you're massaging it I suggest not doing that anymore..." Dragora grunted, suddenly feeling a breeze on his musk gland, "um, what are you doing?"

"Slypnir was right, but I also smell masculine so your glands haven't switched completely or anything, however I have an idea..." S'kria answered, rubbing a claw along the gland and feeling what he was looking for, "You're just becoming more and more unique..."

"Now what? I can feel my cock so obviously I'm a guy- Ow! Ooh..." Dragora gasped then groaned feeling something pierce his skin followed by deep pleasure emanating within his lower abdomen.

"Well that solves that, you're both, but without honkers so you can pass as a guy still." S'kria remarked, standing up to find a reflective surface, "I suggest you open yourself up the rest of the way, I don't know your pain threshold so I'm not gonna go literally ripping you a new one and risk causing you pain, here have a look."

Dragora was already sitting up, fidgeting with the finger hole, slowly expanding it cautiously as S'kria came over with a mirror and Dragora gasped. He could see the makes of a cunny, but covered with a thin layer of his underbelly.

"I always wondered why I looked a little distorted there compared to Slypnir and Z -ow, okay that's enough for now- Zerion..." Dragora gasped, looking at his new apparatus as a half-exposed clit was now visible.

They went back to the other room and didn't say anything, only Dragora just putting on his loincloth a bit more carefully.

"So was it him or just our noses?" Zerion asked, head tilted slightly to one side.

"Oh it's him, but it's also not what you'd expect, he's male of course, but..." S'kria trailed playfully, allowing their minds to get anxious, "Well I'm not the one, I think it better if he tell you himself."

Both Slypnir's and Zerion's eyes zeroed in on Dragora in wonder as to what it was.

"I still need to work on it a bit more, but I'm a herm-"

"What do you mean work on it? I didn't see any...thing... that would explain why your musk gland is shaped differently, and I remember reading about herms in a book...." Slypnir trailed, looking at Dragora's crotch, "So all this time it was just a thin layer of underbelly covering you, and you still have more to open?"

"I didn't do it all at once because it hurts!" Dragora retorted, still feeling a small ache for separating the membrane to much at once, "Just gimme a li'l time and you'll be able to carry out your cunny boy fantasy..."

S'kria giggled and Slypnir blushed as Dragora walked out the room, seeing Herfrund standing outside, looking at him oddly.

"Trust me I just found out as well, I would of had no idea-"

"I see why father carried you to the orphanage, he must have seen you had both when you were a baby." Herfrund stated, head tilted.

"W-what? Why are you telling me this? What does being a herm have to do with anything?" Dragora asked, slightly uncomfortable now.

"Father always disliked herms, I dunno why, just be wary, if he finds out you've opened it up-"

"He wouldn't abandon me, he said it himself he wanted to travel with me..." Dragora retaliated defensively, the confusion inside making him frustrated.

"Then where is he? I'm guessing he had some set up with one of his mages to conveniently lead you to Dawn, and now he's safely on his throne there." Herfrund pushed, bending down to eye-level with Dragora, "If anything happens-"

"Nothing will happen! And if something does all the better, I'll be able to just travel with my friends rather than be part of some war!" Dragora fumed, storming off at a brisk pace toward his cabin.

Slypnir rushed out to see Herfrund standing back up and Dragora walking off aggressively, and went after his mate closely followed by Zerion. S'kria came out after the trio rounded the corner to see only the tall draconian walking the opposite direction.

"Dragora what happened? What did Herfrund say?" Slypnir asked, trying to keep up with his friend's pace.

"I won't be abandoned because I'm a herm, I wasn't used!" Dragora roared, turning into his cabin and laying on the bed.

"No one is abandoning you. Zerion, me, and most likely all the others will be by your side no matter what path you choose, if not then you always have me and Zerion..." Slypnir responded calmly, rubbing Dragora's shoulders comfortingly as he sat down on the bunk.

"And no one's using anyone, there is no such thing, just a matter of choices and chance." Zerion said reassuringly, sitting down on the other side and rubbing Dragora's wings.

"What went on? All I saw was Herfrund walk off and after I asked around I heard you stormed off here." S'kria came in along with Orrik, who both sat down nearby.

"Something about Dragora being abandoned and used, but he has neither to worry about." Slypnir explained, moving his hands down to massage his mate's lower back.

Dragora remained quiet for a while, only breathing heavier when Slypnir worked on a tense spot. Zerion went off to see what Herfrund said, followed by S'kria and Orrik while Slypnir began helping Dragora's strongly flicking tail relax.

"Come on, roll over would you, we both know a good stomach rub would calm you down." Slypnir suggested softly, seeing a slight smirk flash across Dragora's muzzle as he turned over.

Zerion found Herfrund sitting on the bow of the ship, looking off toward the stone structure in the distance.

"What was it you said to Dragora?" He asked monotously leaning on a rail a few feet away.

"Just explained a few of our father's biases, I probably went a bit far with guessing right how events rolled out between him and Dawn though..." Herfrund sighed out, silently moving his hands to his lap.

"Some things are better left unsaid, just keep in mind he's a bit sensitive." Zerion replied, moving a bit closer.

"It is true what I said about our father being biased against herms though... if he finds out not even I know how he'll react, and now that he's back in dawn he has his own little bounty hunter party."

"Bounty hunter party, you mean-"

"I told you he was biased, they were his personal guard and even accusing someone of being a herm near him is like creating a death contract."

"So if Dragora confronts Nij he'll be considerably outnumbered and hurt, and if he doesn't it'll gnaw at him. I'll stick by him whichever path he chooses, but to confront we'll need more than just me and Slypnir."

"I'll help my little brother over father as well, but we'll still be outnumbered 3 to 1." Herfrund retorted quickly, wanting to hopefully change his father's opinion.

"If we can get Midnight, S'kria, Orrik, Luxi, and Vibarsi to take up arms then it'll be pretty even right?" Zerion asked, turning to look at the couple a few yards back and both looking uncomfortable.

"S'kria isn't a fighter. Vibarsi however, is accustomed to fighting groups of people, getting him to help would make up for two people." Standing up and nodding to the fox reassuringly.

All four went back to Dragora's room to find Slypnir rubbing the closed-eyed, smiling draconian's belly. Slypnir continued rubbing while Zerion explained the situation and Dragora's smile faded and he opened his eyes.

"Dragora, I'm sorry about earlier, some things are better left unsaid, I'll stand by you no matter what decision you make." Herfrund apologized, kneeling down by his brother's side, "I know from experience..." He pulled his pants down enough to reveal his sheath, "Look under, does the musk gland not look similar to what yours was?" Dragora looked and understood why his brother left as Herfrund pulled his pants back up.

"Mine was covered before mother gave birth so father didn't suspect a thing. I found out I was a herm around 12 and finally after you were born I couldn't stand listening to his hate, so I looked for you." Herfrund explained thoroughly, putting a hand on Dragora's lap, "If both of us confront him maybe we can change his way of thinking, but we need help to deal with his guards."

"But I barely know Vibarsi, I only broke him in..." Dragora stated, blushing wildly.

"Damn, I tried hard to get him, how'd you do it?" Herfrund asked curiously, thinking of everything he tried to get in the falcon's pants.

"Caught him as he was getting undressed, played with him a little and he submitted..." Dragora sighed, bashful about sharing sex stories.

"Well, everyone's setting off tomorrow, so we'll ask him then, in the meantime let's all relax, today's been eventful..." Herfrund stated, standing up as much as he could.

Dragora, Slypnir, and Zerion stayed in the room while everyone else cleared out, them becoming used to sleeping in the same bed. Herf was the last to leave, ducking through the door and closing it behind him. All three undressed and snuggled together under the light blanket, all falling asleep quickly from each others' body heat.

***

Vibarsi heard a knock on his door, hoping it was Dragora again to break him in some more. He rushed over and opened, his beak opening slightly before mustering up words.

"H-Herfrund, I told you 37 times you're too big and will keep saying it, even Dragora said I was tight and his was not even half the size of yours, and don't-"

"Vibarsi, this is more important than sex games at the moment!' Herfrund interrupted sternly, causing the falcon to immediately move aside for the draconian.

"So what's this about then?" Vibarsi asked gently, seeing his friend look slightly troubled.

"You know I'm a herm, right? Well, so is Dragora and you know of my father's disposition..."

"Alright, so you're both herms and you both want to confront your father, and you want my help to deal with his 'guards' aye?"

"Yes, but you'll have help from Midnight, Zerion, Slypnir, and Luxicitius. Dragora and I will confront father, I just fear of Midnight's love to Farresetia."

"You think he will stand by her, and her by Nij?"

"Aye, hopefully everything will go smoothly, with your help of course."

"You'll have my aid, but not my ass."