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_ In the Night, We are Dark_ _ Story Of NTN 560 - #1._ _ ~~SnowDragon_

I have to admit, this is still not the story I had intended to post next. Neither is the writing time accurate because I spent pretty much every waking moment of my days writing this one and the next two that follow it. I hope you enjoy this piece, written entirely during my stay at hospital, as part of a game I played called "How much pornography can I write before the nurses catch me" It's the first story in a long running series I plan to write, and I hope you all enjoy it (And I might get it hard published someday!) So, Yes, I am feeling better and obivously out of hospital now! I'll post the next chapters of this series as soon as I convert their paper forms to digital so I can post them.

As always enjoy!

Writing Time: Two Days (Started @ CABHOSMHU 8:15pm 21/01/2013; Finished 10:27 23/01/2013) Length: 11 Pages (Hard Copy), 12 Pages (digital copy) Soundtrack: None (paper orignal)

_ ~~~~~ _ Stolen from HEI shortly after completion by a runaway alien and a traitor to the uniform, the Star Class Exploration Frigate named the Sunlight fell into the hands of the two creatures now wanted galaxy wide by the corporation they betrayed to protect one of their own from a life of expirementation. The ship, worth billions, now in the hands of her new crew struggle to survive in a space almost entirely hostile towards them, with no friends and no backup. The story of a dragon and his alien compainion as they fight for survival.

This is the story of NTN 560 , The DRAKENHEARTH. _ _May Fortune and Faith Guide Her Way...

_ ~~~~~ _

What did the uniform represent anyway? To him, not much anymore. He had thrown it all away and the reward was now completely intangible. Now, he had nothing to show for his efforts, nothing to explain it and now... He was alone. Wings fluttered behind hinm as he stared at the alien creature before him, dead on the ground despite his best efforts, despite his all his training, against all his skill, he had still faded away beyond his grip.

Dead despite his best efforts toi save him, despite his best attempt at rescue from a life of experimentation and pain. To succeed in the breakout, to fight their way out of the mohtership, for the grey scale and alien creature to hijack a frigate, the_Sunlight_ and outfly it past the carrier, only for it to crash land on this forest planet. To have escaped, only to fail at the last moment, and for his new found friend to die in his arms, his thick blue blood still staining his paws.

Now the vessel that would have become their home lay in pieces, strewn across the forest floor. Out of the airlock, upside down, he could see the left wing, now burning away it's fuel load in balls of thick black smoke pouring from the wound. A gash across the dragon's own left arm left his uniform sleeve in tatters, bloodstained and torn, leaving his fingers numb, a drip of blood following his footsteps from the point of his index finger.

A thump startled him awake, rocking his head across and off his pillow but not yet off his bed. His balnkets however were in a much worse state, currently strewn both on and off his bed and person, as if he had spent the entire night thrashing in his dreams. Or rather his nightmares. It was dark as pitch, and for a moment, he rolled back and forth, hands flailing and searching for a button, any button on the console left of his bedside table. He grasped and then struck at one the moment it touched his fingertips.

The wrong one it seemed a split second later when instead of the lights activating he got his viewport's shutter opening, letting in a baleful purple glow of the nebula cloud the ship was currently cruising through, making for both a beautiful and horrible sight. The speaker above his head let out a double beep, thankfully soft thanks to the lack of light leaving the communication system in sleep mode. A voice through the other side, that made his mood swell with ease rather than terror at the passing memory.

"Sorry I woke you," A pause, and he coul feel the slight pressure at the edge of his mind, a feeling he was rapidly becoming familar with, his alien compainion touching at the edge oif his thoughts with his own, an ability the rare grey scale lacked. "Whenever you have a spare moment, I would like you up here."

It was a question wtihout really being one. His uniform meant PilotGuard, a soldier trained as both a specalist piliot and as an infantryman, most commonly employed as bodyguards for high ranking officers. He was trained in the art of Flight, and was best at the helm. The alien had picked up the language from his mind, and now seemingly his knowledge as well. Next time, it might not be something so simple, the paranoid part of his mind brought to the front of his thoughts, which he shook out of his head. He didn't want such thoughts of doubt to be caught by his telepathic friend.

With the covers of his bed destroyed, it was easy enough to extract himself from the ad-hoc nest he seemed to have created for himself. He always slept naked to the scale, which was something he quickly fixed by pulling a spare uniform from the waredrobe and donning it. These were spares for crew spending extended peroids aboard the exploration frigate and out of habit he pulled off the patches from his old and bloodstained uniform and attached them to this one. After it was all done though, he shook his head in disgust. He was a traitor, and had no right to wear the uniform.

From his old pants he pulled both the sidearm and spare magazines he had left, slipping the weapon into the fold out holster this one offered upon his right hip, and the two spares into the pouch pocket on the left side, within easy reach. He had room for three, and for a moment his mind locked upon the expression of the officer's face he had killed on the way out from the mothership, his spray of fire designed to suppress, not to maim or kill.

Mumbling a quick apology, under the purple glow of the neblua he headed for the hatch, thumbing the open button and striding out into the corridor, bright and clinical white, with thick coloured lines running across the floor, directing personnel to cital areas of the ship. The blue line led straight to the trim cutter's very bow, where it's helm and bridge were located. With the ship's engines online and running at speed, the deck plating let off little vibrations, the vessel emitting a soft musical hum that changed tones every few moments, just at the edge of one's hearing. Or, at least his own, for none of his other crewmates ever reported hearing a single thing.

Sunlight was only seventy-five metres long, and it didn't take him many moments at all to pace to the command centre, to be greeted by the sight of his alien compainion more or less draped over the captain's seat, far too large to fit within it by any means. The creature's six limbs, and they could hardly be defined as arms or legs as the drake had seen them all used as both. It's insect like armoured carapace was more or less bulletproof as he had witnessed in person, a baleful red and soft creamy white in spots, while four yellow eyes blinked one after the other in sequence as the grey scaled entered the centre.

The room itself had many monitors across its frontmost bulkhead, but the vessel had only two stations, the helm and the captain's chair and the entire ship could be operated by one man, or alien as the case might be. Only two souls onboard this vessel, fully capable of fitting fifteen. The two stared at one another for a moment, silence piercing the soft hum that made up the ship's song. The drake spoke first. "Still in one piece?" Of course he meant the ship, but the question could be taken both ways.

"Yes Lire, not a mar upon it's hull," A pause, while half the creature's eyes peers at one of the displays upon his console before they flicked back. "Nebula cloud still has this vessel blinded." The drake wasn't all that surprised, if they could see in here then any pursuit would be able to as well. Right now in terms of their situation, they were in a bad way. The Frigate, despite being in pristine condition and advanced as one could get, had the entire HEI fleet behind them, hunting them down, both for the traitorous drake and the expirements they could run on the alien himself.

So for now, they chose discreation rather than valour, and driven the trim cutter deep into this purple cloud in space, in the hope that the corporation would lose primary interest in their theives. Deep down though, the pair knew they would always be fugitives and on the run, but maybe, if they played it smart, they might just be able to make a life for themselves. The Exploration Industry wasn't everywhere.

"How are our stocks?" Just before he had retired for some sleep, he had agreed to check on the supplies in the vessel's hold. If they didn't have enough, they'd surely starve long before any hostile vessels blew them out of the water. Bad expression, a long dead naval term. He thought back to his exploration of the single cargo hold and the other smaller storage room.

"It looks like we've got about enough supplies of food and water for ten people for about a fortnight, so with just us it should last about three months or so. Armoury is only half stocked though-"

The creature interrupted him. "Again, only two of us. Only you use those... things."

He couldn't help but smile at that, he knew something the alien didn't. "Problem isn't the small arms. We've only got seven torpedoes for two launchers and no missiles for the rear tubes."

"That could be an item later. Two Beams and two Mesons, correct?" When Lire nodded his affirmative as the moved to the helmsman's seat, but left the chair spun around so he could conduct this conversation facing his new found friend, the alien continued. "I have reconfigured this vessel's transponder, makes it harder to track."

The grey drake nodded without thinking. "She's one-of-a-kind though, anyone who knows what-" he paused, suddenly realising what the creature had said. "You did what?! I didn;'t even know that was possible!" And, as alwaus, the creature gave a cryptic response.

"What should its name be?" It made him blink as he thought to that, something so trivial and without meaning compared to the current situation it almost made him snort and shake the question off as meaningless.

"She already has a name," he responded with a raised eyeridge, looking questionally at the other. He replied quick as lightning itself, as if he anticpated the answer.

"Given by an enemy."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes." As if the answer was plain obvious, clear as day unlike the cloud outside that so obsecured the star filled space outside. He had to think about, as unimportant as it was in the grand scheme of theings. Perhaps not so far outside their current situation though as the drake gave it some deeper thought, that odd pressure around his mind and inner thoughts which left his alien counterpart cracking the smallest of smiles across its muzzle. HEI would be sure to check all the docking registries in the area, and surely any vessel with Sunlight in the name would be high priority for a check, board and search. They held a lot of power and sway these days.

"We'll need a logo then," he said rather suddenly, and in return watched a ridge just above the creature's top set of eyes lift in a curious expression, actually, for once looking quite confused, his silence prompting the dragon in grey scales to continue. "We can't rename her and not give her a new icon with it." Again, the ridge lifted only higherm surely in a mocking imitation at something he had once been known to do. A small smile spread across his lips at another thought a split second later. "You think they won't look at icons either when they look for the ship docked?"

A pause, moments long eeriely similar to earlier, only in reverse. The pattern of thoughts that alien mind must follow. "Very well."

With all of the small talk disposed of, an akward silence silence persisted within the room for nearly a minute, all other topics of conversation exhausted. The lighting in here matched that cream underbelly rather well now that the drake had time to think about it- Good higher power what was he thinking, oh he hoped the other hadn't been in his mind at that very moment. Rather alarmed by this train of thought, he spoke up as quickly as he could muster the words. "So, what did you need me up here for?"

"Cannot fly blind." Simple enough answer, though it provided one response to a single question it only generated more questions, which would surely get the same type of answers, what a cycle. "Engines burn a hydrogen compound, correct?"

Again the dragon nodded, then his eyes widened in realisation, and he quickly turned about in his seat, rotating fully to the front, scaled paws grasping at the controls, twin sticks which allowed him to direct the thrust produced by the sleak engine pods mounted mid-wing, set far back upon the vessel itself. "And since we're waiting here all alone, we might as well try and refuel?"

Now it was his compainion's turn to nod, a crackling of his armoured carapace sounding across the white wall plates.

With a push on the sticks, the tail end of the vessel lit up with a dull blue hue against the purple glow of the nebula cloud all around the ship that had been still for some hours in this portion of space suddenly leaping to life and agility as it's sharp angled bow cut through the thick cloud, cameras that gave his ship sight just as blinded by the material that he was, the gas surrounding them deflecting the vessel's sensor pings right back to the source moments after they were sent out, blinding the ship as effectively electronically as she was visually.

"Ranged sensors are inoperative," the voice was soft as usual, though somewhat quiter than when he had been facing the alien creature with no name. "Vessel still has local. I suspect current heading will walk us out of the nebula cloud in fifteen minutes at present spee- Wait. Engine trail." Lire looked to his right hand screen, for a moment taking his eyes off the front camera for a moment. Sure enough, like always, the creature he had escaped with was correct, his local touch sensors had picked up burned thruster fuel, different from what their usual vessel burned. One of the disadvantages of their advanced ship, only a handful of vessels used her engine setup and layout, he noted thinking back to the moment at hand. The odds of their hull touching the exact path of another ship while in this cloud were rather astoundingly high.

Engineering was far from his expertise though. "Not one of ours..." He could almost feel four eyes boring into the back of his skull and grey horns at that moment, even blinking as the heard the words himself. Stuttering, he quickly tried to correct himself. "Uh... I mean..."

The pressure eased around his mind in moments, he hadn't even realised it had been there. "Noted." His alien compainion had left his mind for now, focused upon the task at hand, buttons being worked across the console at an alarming rate as he worked four limbs across the keys in front of him. "Recent trail. M.33 reactor according." Lire opened his mouth to ask how he knew that, but thought better of it.

"Small vessel then. Might be able to trade for some hydrogen, those engines don't need it." Crinkling and cracking as the armoured carapaced alien nodded it's head in an imitation of the drake's own motion of agreement. So, he edged his paws to the left, turning his muzzle back to the main screen, well aware of his compainion's gaze carefully laid upon him as the engines aft of the wings edged the trim cutter into the trail of the other vessel, like a dog following a scent.

The ship beeped twice, sensors suddenly picking up something. They had forced through the cloud and somehow ended up in an area of space that was not filled with the purple substance. Without it, the sensors were free to detect another vessel, one the grey scale could see plain as day. An alarmed tone sparked from the sensor array into the bridge as it detected powering weapons. The drake's blue eyes could see pirate symbols painted across it's bow. With the Trim cutter still painted as an HEI frigate, the pirates were fighting to avoid prison, or worse.

Combat, at this stage, seemed both invietable and unavoidable for they could not escape into open space for fear of fleet interception, and could not surrender for their crew. No words were spoke between crews, not even a formal announcement of aggression and call for surrender. Just a sensor graph left of Lire's muzzle, showing their power readings climbing. His left paw pressed the throttle all the way open, the dull blue hue aft of the cutter turning into a powerful bright blue shine, vessel picking up speed rapidly.

His compainion, it seemed, also had a sensor of humour. "I do not think they are going to trade, Lire." The greyscale snorted, mind stressed from just about everything and now this, he was hardly in the mood for games, the soft sound of rustling wings as his back shifted to a more comfortable position in the helmsman's chair, his blue eyes flicking between the main display and the sensor readouts, the small pirate vessel only just beginning to move, his engines burning a deep fiery orange as the older reactor fired up.

"Use the Mesons! Give them a few across the ventral side, should get them to back off!" The Sunlight was equipped with two Type 1 Meson turrets on the underside of it's swept back wingtips, in essence, two massive energy conductors which flung basketball sized balls of heat and energy at a rather high rate of fire, making them effective anti-ship weapons that could inflict a lot of damage in a short amount of time, good for both large slow targets and small agile ones, this case the latter. HIs words hit the mark for he could see on his display power being drawn from the main reactor to the weapons, but not to the launchers. As helmsman, he had direct control of those, and-

"Pirates are not worth the ammunition," pressure, again around his mind, thoughts of his basic training coming to mind unbudden, his multi-limbed friend digging into his mind and thoughts to learn the ship and learn how to operate it without a word of warning or apology. A thick, heavy hum joined his next verbalisation, sound he knew all too well from those wing mounted guns winding up their reactors, a hum that made the air and his wings vibrate. "Cannons are online. Firing, burst five."

An alternating series of thwumps sounded within the very bowels of the ship, from the wingtip turrets tracking their designated target to the very bow where the grey drake sat now, bright white flashes immulinating the vessel and the space around it. The dragon's eyes could only watch on his monitor as orb after orb, ten in total stormed towards the pirate vessel, sparking with white engine. The alien needed target practice, only six struck their mark, the pirate's shields flashing with the glow of a star with each impact, that protective barrier flickering and throbbing with the energy it tried to dissipate.

But once the light faded, the purple hued black and white pirate vessel was still intact and worst of all, well and truely angry, made clear by the dozen dual laser rifle shots their gunner raked across the bow and underside of the Sunlight, each and every impact startling the drake and alien alike with thick heavy bangs, vision for both disrupted as their own protective barrier flashed an orange shade around the impact, white lines running through it in the shape of hexes for moments before it faded into invisibility once again. The grey scale managed to avoid three of the incoming projectiles with a quick and rather violent half roll to the right, showing the belly of his vessel...

...But giving his compainion a clearer shot with the Meson turrets, half a dozen alternative shots from each whizzing straight into the topside of the pirate vessel as it's pirate urged the nose upwards to chase the longer more slender frigate, watching their quarter shields on either side of the weakened front take hits before a screech formed within the vessel, a horrible, awful metallic and organic _ scream _ pierced the air, thick red ball glowing upon the trim cutter's underside moments before it lanced out in a massive, powerful Beam that struck the enemy vessel in the nose, melting armour plates and vapourising wiring, slicing all the way back through the ship until it hit the fully operational dorsal shields, stopping the beam and the noise in an instant, leaving a path some twenty metres long and three across through their hull plating thick and rich with black smoke from fires burning within, the vessel and the pirates inside finished, and Lire pulled alongside it, throttles to idle, the sleak frigate coming to a halt while the alien scanned it.

He tried not to thick about those souls burnt aline on the other vessel, not even brigands deserved that fate, tries his best not to feel like he had pulled the trigger himself. There was hydrogen on board, but only a few hundred kilogram pressurised containters for the sensor readings he was getting. At the very least enough to keep them alive for another three days or so. His voice was soft with the loss of life, just a little weakened by the senseless conflict. "...You got those canisters on board?"

The sound of his compainion's nod was enough of an affirmative for his ears. For a long moment, he considered stripping the enemy vessel of materials, the spare armour plates might just come in handy in case... or rather when they suffered damage, but he remembered in the hold there were already spare armour plates rady for repair, making a salvage operation rather unrewarding. Besides which, he doubted he could stomach stripping someone's former home, especially when he was the direct cause of making it former.

His scaled paws pressed the idle throttle forward, the trim cutter stalking alongside its kill before passing it at a languid, slow pace, covering the thick black smoke in a soft eerie blue hue, before the sharpened bow of the frigate pierced the nebula cloud and barrier holding within this section of space, baleful purple as always and departed the bubble of empty space, never to return. Whether the pirate ship would ever be discovered was a question never to be asked nor answered. For a few moments there was nothing but silence and the hum of the engines to let them know that they had survived.

Only a few minutes past though before the creature sitting behind him excused himself from the bridge, that length of his body raising and climbing out of the chair, airing his intent to mount and ready the new fuel for the reactor, padding off silently down the corridor to the right, his long tail slipping out of sight. Alone, the grey scaled dragon navigated the cutter deeper into the nebula's protective depths. and holding the vessel's position there.

With the ship steady, still and instact, despite all the action and the rest he had been denied, his muzzle lips parted with a gentle sign, exhaling all the stress and nerves built up within his form, leaning back within his chair... and closing his eyes to think.

And when he awoke some time later, his eyes opened with a start, drawing in a deep lungful of air he sat bolt upright, still at the helmsman's station. The crink in his neck he might have expected as punishment for falling asleep at his station. But what he didn't expect nor remember was the blanket covering his form, applied mid slumber, surely by his new and only crewmate. Wondering how long he had been napping for, and for the whereabouts of his alien comrade, but a quick search of the command centre revealed no sign of his presence.

Shrugging off the blanket, he slowly rose to his own two paws, bones cracking as they were awoken by the movement of his body, and bringing his errant mind back to alertness with a glance to his displays, showing, just as he expected, the purple glow of the protecting nebula cloud outside the vessel's bulkhead. Everthing looked normal to the trained eye of the drake, the ship was hovering exactly where he had left it before he had nodded off at his post. In fact, aside from the fact that he had been asleep for nearly four hours and the blanket that was upon his form, everything was completely normal.

The comm. beeped, and still reeling from his nap he took a few moments to answer it, paws fumbling for it's activation key. "Since you have woken Lire, can you become present in the engineering section?" Less a question, more an order, he couldn't help but snicker and chuckle at it. Even as a renegade, a traitor to the uniform and a runaway, even now of all times, he was still taking orders from his new compainion. Did he really fit so easily into the obinent soldier's role? Unbelievable...

So off he walked down the left corridor, following the thick red line across the floor plates, the rainbow assortment of colours could get him just about anywhere on this vessel, maybe with the exception of his own quarters. He hadn't the heart to take the commanding officer's quarters here, so instead he simply collapsed in the helmsman's room. But, and he cringed at the thought, he seemed just as comfortable on the bridge than he did in his own bed.

Engineering was far aft of the vessel, right in the middle of the ship between it's swept back wings that gave the ship ten metres of extra length and housed the turrets that gave the metal creature it's teeth and talons. Both of the ship's decks high, whigh meant that he didn't have to climb down the stairs to reach it. A blast door bared his progress, one to stop the spread of fire in case it ever broke out. It was easy enough to open however, and the wings upon his back fluttered as the well oiled metal broke into quadrants and slipped back into the bulkhead wall to allow him access, the portal he stepped through quickly, to avoid having his wings caught in the door, his tail as well, that would just be embarassing, not to mention painful.

The dragon hadn't realised it was dark in this section, the light from the corridor from the rest of the ship pierced the void and tricked his mind. Now that the portal had sealed shut behind him, the only source of light was that of the few blue diodes that would tell any present engineering crew that all was well with the main reactor and her fuel source and ajoining equipment. In the darkness though, they created shadows that almost made the room... creepy. He was used to the darkness of vessels with room lights turned off and being alone within ship sections but deep within his mind, something was rather alarmingly off at this very moment.

Normally he would have ordered the computer to activate the lights, but this trim cutter, for all her advancements, wasn't equipped with one of that type, meaning that everything had to be done by hand. And the light switch was on the lower level of engineering. Caution... or perhaps paranoia drove his hand downwards, dragging out his sidearm level with his eye, his thumb flicking the underbarrel torch to on, providing a cone of light with which to see by. And slowly, he made his way over to the stairwell, the metal catwalk clinking with every step of his boots.

With no name to call his compainion by, he found himself at a loss as to how to get his attention. He'd certainly called from this room, and had told the drake to join him here... maybe he'd misheard him? With his feet upon solid deck plating and next to the reactor itself, he headed for the communication panel rather than the light switch to raise the alien by voice, it was just past the pipes where the reactor was fed it's fueld and the torch to his weapon played all sorts of interesting shadows upon the wall behind it.

Quick as lighting, a powerful impact caught his paws from the right side, a surprised and pained yelp escaping the grey scale's maw as a pipe from the fueling construct leapt from the wall and knocked the weapon from his hand, the metal skittering across the deck plating, flashlight casting shadows across the opposite wall. Stunned for a moment, realising that not a pipe but rather a thick armoured tail had struck his hands left him vulnerable to it's next strike across his chest left him winded, but also flat upon his back.

He stretched out a paw, reaching for his backup weapon, a small revolver strapped to his right ankle. HIs palm gripped around it, but not before his limbs were forced to spread out across the cold metal floor, his form pinned by the half tonne of alien that now had his body disarmed and alarmingly helpless beneath the armoured carapace, shocked at what was happening, his muzzle opening to say something, anything that would convince his compainion that he was Lire, the grey scaled drake and not a pirate who had boarded the ship for greed, but was intercepted yet again as the creature's powerfully long tail wrapped tightly around his maw, keeping him mostly silent, incapable of speaking.

Four unblinking, unyielding yellow eyes greeted his own gaze as he stared in shock, pressure around the drake's mind, intense and alarming. He knew what it was like his mind read by the creature standing atop him, but this was something entirely different... something predatory, like an instinct the creature could not control, nor wanted to. So the dragon pulled and tugged at the pin, but his compainion was simply too heavy and too strong to dislodge.

The move seemed to be to the drake's disadavantage, for the creature hissed, violently down at his catch, prey at this very moment. Pressure grew around his mind until it threatened to crush his very thoughts, those four eyes boring into the dragon's two, and he didn't doubt for a moment that his gaze was as deadly as it seemed. Building upwards and upwards until what was risk became reality, alien thoughts well beyond his comphrehension flooding his mind, overwhelming his thoughts and ensnaring his mind, trapping him without warning nor mercy. HIs struggled ceased in that single moment, body falling away from him.

With the dragon subdued, the creature made quick qork of his uniform, tearing it to tatters while he started hopelessly at the darkened cieling, every single one of his grey armoured plates exposed to the cool air of the vessel, hoisted upwards by the alien's top set of limbs and swiftly pinned against the reactor itself. Blinded by the darkness, naked and almost entirely helplessly, the creature only furthered his humliating situation with the press of a tendril from it's back to the drake's muzzle, and without control of his body, was powerless to stop it from slipping within his maw, claiming it completely without a fight.

Mind awash with thoughts not his own, the invasion left his mind reeling and body whimpering, his ears detecting that pleading sound escaping through his stuffed lips as the creature, not content with merely invading his mind violated the drake's body as well. The tendril had a strong spicy taste and alarmingly to what little remained of his own mind, it was quite plesant. Worst still, he could hardly stop himself from cupping his lips around it proper and giving the thick object and hearty suckle.

Another such tendril had wrapped tightly around his mid torso, catching his arms and wrapping his scales up tightly as if he were a gift to be kept tightly secured, yet another snapping around his right ankle, tight enough that it caused his backup weapon to crack and become useless with an ecfhoing sound across the engineering deck. With the dragon finding himself floating high in the air, tightly in the grasp of the alien's binds, his head lowered and just beyond the invading flesh within his maw, he was staring right at the creature holding his body and mind hostage, and taking full advantage of the prey he had access to.

But it didn't end there. The creature had one more tendril, slowly, stalkingly spreading across the gap between predator and prey from his compainion's back, the creature's shaft and prude fully revealed in the dark to the dragon's helpless, powerless blue eyes, completely unable to give anything bu firmer strokes of his tongue over the spicy tendril currently invading his muzzle, but nothing came of his efforts, even as the one around his right ankle pulled, spreading his body apart, and the final prehensile limb sinking deep into the drake's rear without further warning.

The groan drawn from his lips of both pain and pleasure seemed to amuse his captor and now his rapist. his body, incapable of struggling only sunk deeper and deeper upon the impaling tendril. HIs own dragonhood humliatingly erect as the creature took him not by member but instead by these spicy hot tentacles, leaving his infected mind desperate for more. And it finally failed as with an order he could even understand from his once compainion he came, climax striking him hard, ropes of dragonseed spurting across the white deck plating of the engineering section they currently stood within, his moans of aboslute pleasure filling every hatch and room within the frigate.

Twice more the creature worked him to a peak, leaving him denied and pleading for mercy before letting the drake further the mess upon the hull plates. Finally, he was lowered to the ground, tendrils pulled from his exhuasted body and destroyed mind, thinking it was all over.

Before the creature mounted over the top of his form, all six limbs restraining his body as that ridged alien shaft forced it's way deep into his stretched rear.

~~Story of NTN 560 _ ~~Is to be continued_ _ ~~SnowDragon_