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Azroth smiled at Wraith his female counterpart. Her black soulless skin, aroused Azroth even as the Final Battle between Humans, the Arillians, and Dragons was on the verge of that very eve. It would mean death for his kind if they lost, he softly nuzzled his sleeping love, he wouldn't let it ever happen to her. No matter what.

A white Dragon, the most peaceful of Dragons, trumpeted a war cry out. And in every mind of every male, it foretold of two fates that were so very linked. If success should find its way to them, the Dragon species as a whole would prevail.... if they should lose, Azroth shivered, it would be a death sentence.

He nuzzled to wake the sweet young black beside him. "It's time..."

She looked at him with her sweet innocent yellow eyes. They conveyed varying amounts of worry and understanding. "Azroth, come back to me. I would like to die beside you."

His mate was renown for her uncanny ability to predict things, but she had been wrong in the past. Something, however, in her solemn voice sobered the Black Male. "We will win for humanity is weak, and we can physically out power those pathetic Arillians. Have confidence!"

"I have confidence in you, Azroth," She smiled weakly. "Just not in our race to hold together in unity."

She looked out at the various factions of Dragons that decided to sleep with their fellow colored kin instead of with each other. "Azroth, you may be their King through power, and I, your queen through mate, but their prejudices are farther reaching than any power you or I can command."

Azroth knew her argument was compelling. How true could it be that the very bindings of their society based on color should ultimately destroy their race? He had tried so long to unify them under him and even though he succeeded, the perversity of the social system of Dragons still plagued them. Hadn't he shown them the virtue of binding together?

"Is it fated to be this way?" He asked her softly.

She nodded in the direction of the Dragon groups, "Almost all out there shall perish."

"And our fate?"

She smiled softly. "You overestimate me. I can only see the collective events, not that of Individuals. However, I want you to promise me one thing," She looked up in silent prayer. "Do not preform Har'nas. I cannot have you suiciding when there is so much more at stake."

He looked at her strangely, however the second Trumpeting signaled the battle was to begin, and he took off.

"Good bye, Azroth." She watched him sail off into what would be the end of many. "....Good bye." A silent tear rolled down her face, knowing that her love's embrace never felt sweeter in those fleeting moments.

The sun just crescent over the horizon, and the battlefield was a place of temporary serenity. The wheat-colored grass swayed with a graceful innocence, unaware of how tainted the land would become by the three race's hands. From the air came the dragons, from the villages of the south near the sea erupted the Arillians, and from the north marched the humans. Each had been promised by Exodus victory if they should fight in this war.

However as Azroth saw the other Armies, he knew this simply could not be true. His kind would die today from the million archers that marched in perfect sync, from the million soldiers that marched in row upon endless row. How Ironic would it be for a gentle king to lead his kind in a bitter battle?

The battle commenced and his own well trained kind dived in squads upon the battle. He watched above at each individual fighter and saw something that he never had seen. The humans rushed forth without fear nor self-preservation, their swords of sharpen steal easily cut his kin's skin.

Several hundred of his kin cast the fatal spell of Death of Dragons. His kin's innate kill spell, almost fatal to anyone around them and usually kills all but the most powerful Dragons.

It seemed though that for every one of his kin dead, millions of humans and Arillians faced the same fate. He was proud of his troops and knew that his queen's prediction was simply wrong.

Dragon's were to rule the day.

Azroth whipped his head around to two dragons, a white and black, fighting among each other. Bitter enemies, one striking the other had caused the commotion. Drake flew over head commanding them to return to battle, yet they ignored him and continued. Soon several others of their kin started in the brawl, killing more of their kind than the humans had during the whole battle.

They took to the air, biting, clawing and some plummeting to the ground. Azroth desperately tried to get them back to the ground knowing how vulnerable a large contingent of Dragon's were in the air. The human archers let their fire arrows fly penetrating the skin of Dragons with frightening skill. Over a hundred blacks and whites died before even hitting the ground.

Azroth was enraged, and spit several powerful spells at the archers. They only scattered and reformed elsewhere. Their arrows stinging his skin as they penetrated even his own thick hide. He retreated growling to himself. Again, he saw another rivalry start up again, the vicious reds attacking their hated enemies the blues. They ascended to the sky in a bitter battle that ended with another volley of fire arrows.

With the death of two hundred Dragon's, the rest of his kin fled the battle with their tails drawn between their legs. Azroth roared at them trying to frighten them back into battle but they ignored him as fear commanded them now.

Azroth knew it was hopeless, and turned from the battle. He would fulfill his promise to his lover, knowing full well that they had lost and that Exodus's punishment would soon be released upon them. He rushed with all the strength he had to his mate.

Azroth cried out in intense pain as he saw the breeding grounds where he and his mate had ruled. Eggs had been smashed, the bodies of even his own young crushed and killed. Then his heart weeped, for there around her clutch, laid Wraith, her breath laboring painfully.

Azroth landed quickly and contorted his body around hers, she opened her eyes almost lashing out, but the viciousness in her eyes weakened when she saw Azroth.

"What happen?"

She smiled at him again. "Fate, Azroth."

"Don't speak like that! I can marshal our troops again and win this time." He embraced her tightly, feeling a sudden warmth against his skin. He pulled away and spotted a wet patch of crimson. "No..."

"Yes... I have done what I was suppose to do in this life. I mated with a male that I truly loved, gave him children, and advised him in many things. Know that when I pass, my only wish is for you to keep on living, there is something left for you to do alone.

"Why would you deny my rest with you?" He nuzzled her, sensing her life slowly fading.

"Because your fate has not been determine." She said weakly. "The gods still have plans for our race." Her face contorted in severe pain. "Goodbye..."

Her chest heaved with one heavy sigh, then halted. Azroth weeped, as he held her dead frame against his body. He loved her more than anything.

He looked up to the heavens. "Exodus, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth until I have taken your life like you've taken Wraith... and Mine!" Though he spoke his words as a promise he had truly no Idea how to kill a demi-god. He had no power left, and felt himself become incredibly weaker as the seconds went by.

"The curse of Exodus," Azroth spoke softly as he looked upon the slaughter of the females of his kind. "I should have known, the god of deception, thats why he wouldn't tell us." Azroth roared.

Azroth lifted his head and looked to Drake, who still rested his hand in Azroth's claw. "I swore that I'd never find anyone to fill the gap she left in my heart. Yet, I did." He smiled at Drake. "You've filled that hole in my heart with your love and affection. Forever I am yours."

Drake returned his smile. "I will always be yours as well. So you were once even more powerful than now?"

"Yes, I was the most powerful Dragon of all. That is how I elevated myself to such a powerful level as king."

"So Exodus's curse was weakness?"

Azroth shook his head. "No, it went farther than that and... I suppose you deserve to know. He gave us immortal bodies, as long as we don't die in battle, we will live. That battle you saw was over ten centuries ago."

"So I'm immortal now as well, because we share our souls."

"Unfortunately, you are bound to my fate as well." Azroth cuddled closely, enjoying Drake's nude body. "I'm sorry, but it seemed better than dieing."

"Sorry for what?" Drake looked at him strangely. "Hells, I'd rather spend an eternity killing with you than bumming around in some afterlife."

Azroth laughed. "I suppose I feel likewise."

"So the Arillian's lost as well I'm assuming."

"Yes, they lost, too."

"And so what was their curse?"

Azroth adjusted his sitting position feeling his hardness returning. "Arillians were traditionally night creatures. They loved to party and were renown for their abilities in sex."

"The night blindness. " Drake concluded, followed by the approving nod of Azroth.

"Yes, their eyes were cursed, so that sex and what not would be all but impossible."

"Interesting..." Drake quieted suddenly, a few moments passed before he spoke again. "I should let you know about me in much the same way." He extended his hand. "Do you want to?"

"Lead on." Azroth placed his claw back into Drake's. He let Drake close his eyes and summon the memory before following him into the void of it.

Drake, a small black creature of no more than three feet tall, was celebrating his tenth birthday. There was nothing that his adoptive mother loved so much as his birthday. For many reason, Drake was sure though, that it had something to do with his deadbeat Arillian dad and Mom.

But who cared anyway, Drake didn't. He skipped along joyously after making mischief at Lovak's butcher shop. He only swiped a little meat to eat, but boy did Lovak get mad. Drake had woofed the raw meat down even though his mother forbid him of eating the raw meat. She said it would "raise suspicion" whatever that meant. Don't all Arillians like raw meat?"

This day was particularly strange to Drake. He had heard of a squad of soldiers rolling into town, but he ignored it. Just stupid human stuff, he always thought.

However, the town was acting strangely, None of the children would play with him. Lavok's son, Curt would. Drake thought excitedly, and diverted his course towards Lavok's house.

He walked up the stone walkway to the house Door, and knocked with quick raps, the door cracked open.

"Drake, you need to leave." Curt whimpered.

"Why don't we go throw rocks at the creek?"

"DRAKE! Go now!" Curt half screamed. "Don't ever comeback, not ever!"

Drake's eyes welled up in warm tears, and he ran off crying. Curt closed the door and slid down it's smooth surface until he rested on the floor, then he cried.

Drake ran to his house, terribly upset and confused as to why everyone had been acting so weird. His mother's house was on the second story of a small apartment complex in the poor section. Again, when Drake had asked her to why they didn't move to better housing she said "It will raise suspicion." He sighed as he made his way up th e stairs.

"NO!" He heard his mother's voice, "I don't know what your talking about."

Drake ducked down and crawled to where he could peek around the edge of the stairs. His mother struggled against several armed men as they threw her from the door of her house.

One of the guards disappeared inside before returning. "It's worse than what we thought, the male's matured to a point we haven't fought before. We'll have to trick him into killing himself, with poison or something."

Drake's mother saw him peeking around the corner. She covertly tried to raise her hand and tell him to flee. However one of the guards saw her motion and spun around seeing the black male.

His mother stood up and shoved the armored human over, "Drake, run!" She shrieked. "And Never return!"

The male she pushed down, jammed his sword upwards into her spine and piercing her chest, she gargled out words to Drake as she flailed.

Finally, she stopped moving.

Drake turned and ran, and ran until he couldn't anymore. He was far enough away from them that he sobbed, knowing that he would never see his mom again. He swore revenge against the men that killed her.

Night time had fallen upon the land and Drake had built up the courage to kill. Something that his mother had forbid him to do but those killers live. Why should he be kind to them?!

Drake watched with meticulous eyes at the small town, observing every route of the guards from on a hill, his eyes spotted their torches as they made their rounds. He quickly discerned a pattern and made his way down the hill.

His murderous thoughts, began to consume him. He found his target near the town well, Jarrod's apothecary. His dear friend Jarrod who'd taken him in when his mother had been in hard times with money, but even he wouldn't stand up for Drake.

Jarrod had taught Drake many things about the Earth and Plants. One such lesson was on the usage of Boletteo leaves.

"Drake, now you must remember one thing about these plants." Jarrod had said as he withdrew the pale green Boletteo leaves from a pouch. "There is a rhyme we used in Apothecary school: 'Those who drink it green shall remain seen, those who drink it without 'still it shall kill'."

Drake nodded. "If you don't dilute it, enough, it will kill you"

Jarrod laughed, "You are probably the smartest child around. That is correct, it kills if it isn't diluted."

Drake mashed the herbs excitedly, and it produced a clear solution that looked remarkably like water.

"Excellent, Drake," He pointed to the substance that Drake had laboriously created. "Notice how it looks like water, it turns green when its been diluted enough." The old man poured the solution into water and it turned a bright green. "Now you must--"

Drake pulled out of memory as he sensed a guard rounding the corner, he ducked behind the still. The torch light filled the room but soon ebbed until no light could be seen. Drake began to mash the Boletteo herbs in the mortar and pestle. He would kill this night, that he was sure of.

He stuck the almost pure herb concentration into the boiler to remove what little impurities were left. Soon he made a container of the potent poison, and looked around the well for any guards. He was wondering how to kill an entire town, but how could he do it with out being caught?

Then a crooked smiled contorted his face. "The well," he whispered.

When midnight approached, Drake found himself with over eight large bottles of pure Boletteo. Enough that he was sure would infect the well with it's poison.

Drake snuck out in the cloak of darkness, swiftly but with deft hands he poured the potent poison down into the well. He stuffed the Boletteo bottles in a barrel next to the shop and pulled a small cloak around his body that he'd stolen from Jarrod. After all by afternoon, he wouldn't ever need it again.

Drake fled. It wasn't easy to leave his mother's corpse behind. She had been his only guidance and friend. How could she die? He wondered. And her eyes, He was still haunted by her dying eyes...

Azroth chuckled. "Killing in revenge, letting it evolve into mass murder. Hell, if I hadn't seen your memories..."

"Eh." Drake shrugged. "Suppose it's not that bad of a childhood."

"Yes, you could've popped out of your mom and start slitting throats right there."

"Hey! Throat slitting started at eleven; If you think about it, I wasn't that far behind."

Azroth spread his wings as he rolled on his back, his black dragoncock hanging out of its sheath. "All that fucking talk of killing made me hard. Ready for another round?"

"No." Drake said flatly.

"Come on!" His serpent-like tail writhe as it raised up, coming down upon his massive cock. The tail stroked his cock with its velvty skin, exciting him into a slight pre-cum. "You know you want to lick it up."

Drake whipped his reptilian tongue around his lips. "Quit teasing, it's not polite."

"Black Dragon's are never ever polite."

"Well, I can guarantee that if you keep trying me, I'll ram it so hard up your ass you won't be able to sit."

"Good, It'll give me more reason to lay like this to show you my black rod."

A smile crept up onto Drake's face. "I hate you, but I love you."

Azroth curved his lips back, exposing his incredibly sharp teeth. "You know what would make me love you even more?"

"Hm?" Drake slowly crawled over to the Dragon on all fours. Azroth's ground-level view allowed him to see Drake's swinging package and he purred.

"You actually ramming it up my ass."

Drake ran his hand down Azroth's black shaft causing him to shiver. "So... We share tail holes, then what?"

Azroth smile widen. "We go kill..."

Drake knew his skin was as soft as the Dragons. He slowly rubbed the large cockhead. Up it's long towering shaft, around it's large base. Drake noticed Azroth's eyes were close as he enjoyed being touched. The Dragon's legs twitched as Drake rubbed a soft spot.

He brought the velvet soft cock into his mouth. His tongue went around in gentle circles as his hot saliva rolled down the cock wetting it for sex. Drake dipped his tongue into the Dragon's cockhole, causing the Dragon's rear legs to spasm again.

Drake pulled his lips away, running his hot tongue up and down his shaft. He purred as the cock tickled his lips, and his sex started to harden to the point of pain.

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Azroth enjoyed the show. The way Drake could manipulate his cock made him shiver in delight. Drake crawled over him, grasping the huge black cock for his ass to take.

Drake felt the warm wet head kiss his hole, and gently he pushed down on the massive black cock. It's heat emanated off on to Drake's ass. Drake groaned as he felt the head go in, slowly the shaft followed, finally the base.

Drake started to bounce on the massive cock. His tight ass squeezing the cock uncontrollably. Azroth watched him move up and down his shaft, his cock ached to cum into the tight ass. Over and over, Drake worked him relentlessly. Azroth started to pre huge amounts, and it rolled down his cock, making it easier for Drake.

Finally, Azroth shook in pleasure as warm cum rushed from his cock. Flowing and shooting from his cock, he groaned as he squeezed to push more out. Drake moaned loudly as they shared the moment. His eyes closed even as the cum started gushing from his insides.

Drake pulled out the cock, it was starting to limp and he wasn't interested in pleasing Azroth now. He touched the tight dragon hole. It was his turn.

Drake touched his cock against Azroth's, the warm heat it gave off was nothing compared to the fiery heat of the cum that glazed it surface. Drake found the Dragon's hole tighter, and he struggled to get in, finally the warm cum that coated his cock allowed him to slip in. Azroth purred, he love being ass fucked, especially by his new 'friend'.

Drake started pumping. His cock being grasped by the large Dragon, as he tried to pull away. He found that the mutual pulling and pushing added certain sensations to the sex. Azroth pulled him in again, and Drake pulled away.

There was one thing Azroth couldn't control. Drake started to pre a little into the tight asshole. Filling it with warm droplets of cum, Drake smiled knowing he was going to unload. "Unh." Drake exploded, and warm shots of hot liquid filled Azroth's insides, leaving him moaning as the orgasm echoed in both their minds. Drake jammed it one last time before pulling out.

Drake immediately started putting his armor back on. It's cold contrasted the hot sex they had just had. Azroth watched Drake's sex hang out as he put on his chain mail pants, how he longed for another round, but this was what they had agreed on. Sex and Fighting.

"Let's go..." Drake smiled cruelly, "We have people to kill."