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Stranded: Unwelcome Company

"Alright Celto, we're gonna take it easy now. Not like last time."

My draconic companion gave a reassuring nod of his head. Opening his wings and giving them an experimental flap, he stretched them out to the side before folding them into a ready position and crouching low to the ground. It was mid-afternoon on yet another beautiful sunny day on our island. Bright sunlight shone over the pattern-like bumps of sand that decorated the length of beach, shining all around us and lighting up the underside of Celto's scales. As the sun danced over my friend's form, I couldn't help but in awe as the light reflected beautifully off of his smooth blue scales.

You might think that after such a long time spent with a dragon that my original admiration would diminish, but so far my fascination with Celto has remained intact. I'd lost count of the time I'd spent on the island ages ago. Though it was probably several weeks, maybe even a few months since I was first stranded here, the pleasure of my company had not lessened in the slightest. Ever since our rough first meeting, the bond between me and Celto had only grown stronger, and every day presented the opportunity to try something new.

This was one of those unique opportunities.

Celto stood about ten feet to my right, facing down the long stretch of beach where I'd first arrived on the island with the vast ocean stretching out into the horizon to his right. Though we sometimes ventured further inland or spent the occasional night in Celto's cave, we enjoyed coming back to the spot of our first meeting; it carried fond memories for both of us. With my bare feet in the sand, I watched him as he lowered himself to the ground, a look of determination etched across his scaled face. As I walked up to him, a feeling of dread began to surge deep within me, and although I wanted to be courageous my shaking hands and the quickened pace of my heart said otherwise.

Flying, I must admit, had never been on my list of priorities until recently. Though I initially wanted to find a way off the island, after finding Celto the desire simply vanished. After many weeks spent with my friend however, I began to wonder if flying with him would be possible. More then once I witnessed my dragon gliding across the sky, his giant wings carrying him upwards in an amazing display of strength and beauty. A few times I was able to study his impressive wingspan from up close, mostly when he was either stretching after waking up or roaring when he...well...came.

It took me a while to work up the desire to try because I was never that confident with my athletic abilities, or reflexes, or strength, or...you get the picture; but after a while, I finally decided to propose it to him. I still don't know if Celto can understand what I'm saying, but after I voiced the question and made flapping motions with my arms, he seemed to understand. Of course, Celto accepted the idea with great glee, and was more than happy to get started the next day. Unfortunately his unparalleled enthusiasm was not shared by the small, fragile being about to get on his back. Don't get me wrong, flying on the back of a dragon would be anybody's dream come true, but as we both made our preparations I found myself thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. So far, my experience on the island had been accident free, and it would be a shame to break the streak now, especially if it meant falling hundreds of feet to my death.

Reaching down to my waist, I gave my jeans a light pull upwards to prevent them from riding too uncomfortably low. Though I never really needed clothes on the island anymore as it was extremely hot during the day and Celto sheltered me during the night, for this little adventure I'd put on my pants. Their original black color had faded to grey and the fabric was wrinkled, ripped, smelly and hardly even wearable anymore; however, I needed at least some protection from the rough scales on the dragon's back. I imagined many injuries resulting from this activity, but at least I was protected from chafed testicles.

There wasn't very much to grasp on Celto's back except for the spiked ridges that ran down the length of his head, and there was no way I was touching those. The sharp points on my friend scared me a great deal, as I knew that any unwanted foreword momentum could be very harmful, or even fatal to my well-being. Though I was tempted to sit on the back of Celto's rump and as far from the spikes as possible, there was simply no way to maintain a good grip, which made such a position even more perilous than the rest of his body. Eventually I decided to sit just above the dragon's shoulders at the base of his neck, enabling me to wrap my legs and arms around his sinuous neck, even if it did meant that the spikes loomed dangerously close just a few feet over my head.

Our first attempt at flying as you might imagine, proved disastrous. It happened about half an hour earlier, and I blame the entire incident on my silly dragon. As soon as I got on, Celto let his excitement get the better of him and he pushed upwards, jumping into the air and flapping his wings before I was ready. Though my friend remained airborne, the same couldn't be said for me as I slipped off his neck with a cry of alarm, falling ten feet onto the sand and landing directly on my back. Luckily the sand was soft enough to prevent any permanent injury, but I had the wind knocked out of me for a solid minute and a heavy pain in my chest that lasted for much longer.

After about half an hour of recovery, this was attempt number two.

"Did you hear me?" I repeated, crossing my arms.

From his crouched position on the ground, Celto turned his head and gave me a look of annoyance, flaring his wings and responding with a rough grunt of affirmation. Apparently he didn't understand the need for me to repeat myself but I had to be sure if only to ease my growing panic. Our last failure hadn't exactly made me more confident in my friend's ability to restrain himself either.

As Celto faced forwards once again, I uncrossed my arms and made my way to his front, ducking under his wing as I went. Stepping on his left forearm, I used my right hand to grasp the thick, corded membrane where his wing met with his shoulder, placed my left hand on the back of his neck, and pulled myself up. Even with him crouched low to the ground, it still took me a few steps to bring myself up to his level. Swinging my leg over, I sat myself down at the base of his neck one more time. Although I clearly stressed the importance of remaining still to my draconic steed, that didn't prevent me from quickly squeezing my thighs together and holding onto his neck with all my strength in fear of another unexpected departure.

Celto sensed my unease and gave a light shrill of amusement before raising himself up into a standing position, turning his head slightly to look back at me with one of his shiny, deep blue eyes.

"Its not funny Celto," I said, trying to keep my breathing normal so that my heart would stop beating like a hammer in my chest. "This is really scary for me alright?"

The only response Celto gave me was a quick roll of his one eye and a snort of derision before returning his gaze to the stretch of beach ahead of us. Even after my fall, I still don't think he understood how someone could be so scared of flying. It was easy for an invincible creature such as my friend to disassociate himself from the fear us normal beings felt. His powerful, scaled hide was rarely susceptible to any sort of injury, and I wouldn't hold it against him if Celto forgot how fragile I was. Hopefully I wouldn't have to provide him with another example.

I braced myself as Celto lowered himself to the ground, bending his muscled legs and opening his wings as far as they would go. Then, with a sudden push, my stomach dropped and I gave a small wheeze of fright as the dragon propelled himself into the air. Gusts of wind buffeted me from every angle as my friend pumped his great wings, lifting us higher into the air with each flap. Frightened for my life, I leaned foreword and wrapped my arms around Celto's neck, hugging his scaled hide with all my might. I could hear him breathing heavily with the effort of lifting me, and though I'm sure I was a light load for a strong beast like him, I was fairly sure the effort was based around keeping himself upright so that the ride would be smoother for me. I'd seen him take off before, and until now, he'd never remain aloft like this for so long, simply hovering at about forty feet off the ground.

The thought made me smile.

After a few moments however, my smile quickly vanished as Celto opened his maw and let out a roar before plunging downwards, dropping a good ten feet before levelling out, gliding along the beach like a massive, airborne torpedo. I wanted to scream, but the air rushing into my face made it difficult to breathe. Instead, I found myself lying low across the dragon's neck and doing my best to attract as little wind resistance as possible. Looking downwards to the side of my friend's neck, I watched the beach streak by, running past me in a bright sandy blur as I rocketed past.

My eyes widened in surprise and my breath caught in my throat as Celto tilted his body to the right, turning us towards the ocean. Once we were pointed directly at the shore he straightened himself, gliding and taking me out over the vast expanse of water. The air over the ocean seemed a lot cooler, refreshing almost, and I felt my fear lessen as we streaked high above the dark pool beneath us. Though the waves made it difficult to make out, I could see our reflection playing across the surface, moving as a colourful haze over the rippling waves underneath.

Turning his head mid-flight, Celto looked back at me with curiosity, studying me as I hunched over the back of his neck. I didn't know if he would hear me through the wind, so I mustered up the courage to let go with my left hand and give him a thumbs up, hoping that he would understand the motion as a positive gesture. Opening his maw and baring his fangs in a wicked smile, Celto turned his head and continued onwards, tilting his body upwards to gain some altitude. Being over the ocean offered me some degree of comfort while we each got used to flying together. My dragon wasn't flying too high quite yet, so if I fell at least I would survive by hitting the water rather than dry land. All I really had to worry about was his spikes. After a good while of flying around in circles, Celto turned his head and pointed inland, taking us back to the beach.

Leaving the surface of the ocean and flying past the beach, me and Celto gained some altitude as we went to study the forested environment from high above. We flew nearly everywhere over the island, allowing me to observe the many landmarks we'd visited during our time here from high above. It was a rough estimate at best, but I thought the island looked about thirteen or fourteen miles long, while only five miles wide. The sandy cliffs that harboured Celto's cave stuck out in the distance on the far side of the island. We didn't travel there during that flight, but the ability to fly with my friend got me excited for the possibility of getting around much faster then if we simply walked.

I can't remember how long we both flew but it must've been hours. Celto never did anything more precarious than tilt his body sideways to turn, and the more time we spent up in the air, the more confidence I felt. Though I never released my death-grip on my scaly friend's neck, eventually my body calmed enough to appreciate the majesty of my current predicament. During certain moments of our flight, I felt a peaceful serenity wash over me, vested in the fact that once again, me and the dragon were strengthening our bond of friendship. I felt the warmth of his body transfer to my chest as I hugged him tightly, granting me comfort even as the cold wind whipped at my face and back. With every heavy intake of breath, I felt my friend's chest expand underneath me, working in time with the strong beats of his wings.

After we finished with our little adventure, Celto turned himself towards the beach and slowly began to descend. As we reached the sand, he veered upwards with a powerful surge of his wings, titling himself upwards and blasting sand outwards with a ferocious gust of wind before planting his hind legs on the ground. Folding his wings, the dragon let the front of his body fall foreword and impact with ground with an audible thump, crouching low to absorb the force of the landing. Though I'd held on quite well up to this point, the force of the landing panicked me into avoiding the spikes on the back of his head. They were well out of my reach, but the sudden movement caused me to slide sideways and with a small yell, I tumbled from the back of his neck onto the sand.

I stared upwards at Celto from my spot on the ground, who once again displayed an amused grin at my unfortunate clumsiness. "We might have to work on that last bit," I said, grasping his foreleg and using it to pull myself up.

Rather than help me however, Celto lifted his leg away and lightly pushed me back down. Before I could complain, he craned his neck downwards and began licking at my face, lathering me with his thick saliva. Closing my eyes, I lifted my hands to grip each side of his jaw and pull him in closer, opening my mouth and directing him into a kiss. I felt his serpentine tongue lick at the inside of my cheeks, and I pursed my lips, sucking on the length of muscle and swallowing the occasional gob of saliva. Celto's scaled lips pressed against mine as we continued our passionate exchange, and I felt the front of his smooth, ivory fangs stroke the outside of my mouth as the dragon pressed in harder. Chancing a quick glance, I noticed that my friend had closed his eyes as well, focusing intently on the stimulations of his tongue. Shutting my eyes once more, I moved my smaller tongue underneath his, licking and toying with the slick, slimy length. The appendage coiled around my own in response, squeezing it lightly before pulling out of my lips and moving back to licking my face.

Warm spittle coated my head as Celto went back to lapping at my nose and forehead. Still grasping his jaw, I did my best to push his muzzle away, but his stubbornness proved too much for my little weak arms to handle. Eventually, an idea came to me, and I gave up trying to turn his head and simply went for his tongue. Using both of my hands, I caught it as I came out of his maw and did my best to hold on it, squeezing it in a second attempt to stop him. The muscle was too slimy however, and it slipped through my hands as Celto pulled back, slipping its length back into his mouth.

"That's what you get," I chided, noting his scrunched muzzle as he lapped his tongue outwards in slight discomfort. Grabbing his tongue was one of the ways I got back at him for his insistent need to slobber all over me whoever he got playful. I knew he didn't like it, but it gave me great pleasure to view the extreme annoyance in his face as I held on. After a few moments however, Celto slipped his tongue back into his mouth and looked down at me, narrowing his eyes in predatory glare. It was a look I received quite often, and as the dragon's lips turned upwards in a lustful grin, I knew exactly what was coming.

Carefully stepping over me, Celto walked forwards, moving his massive bulk until I was looking directly in-between his hind legs. No matter how many times I was provided with this view, I never felt any less aroused. The dragon's privates hovered tantalizingly above me, a good two feet or so out of my reach. The light blue scales of his belly curved downwards to a folded region of scaled skin that was his sheath. Though for the moment his penis was hidden behind the vertical slit, I was fairly positive that would change very soon. Just underneath his slit rested a sizable pair of scaled balls that always seemed to attract the majority of my attention, and it took all of my strength to not sit up and immediately begin toying with them. Just under that, at the base of the dragon's rump was his puckered tailhole. The small, round opening of smooth pink flesh seemed to twitch in anticipation, and it slowly grew bigger as Celto began to lower himself onto my face.

I remain perfectly still as the scaled ass lowered itself towards me. Reaching upwards, I cupped my hands around each side of his impressive haunches and slowly directed Celto in the proper direction, lining up his anus with my mouth. It was how we started nearly every sexual encounter, as rimming was an activity my draconic friend found immensely enjoyable. Sometimes there was no warning to when he would raise his tail and push his tailhole towards me. Restraint and patience was something he had difficulty with in all aspects of our interactions. I never complained though, I was always more than happy to accommodate him.

Though I couldn't see his face, I imagined that it displayed the usual excitement at having my tongue so close to his passage. I heard his claws shovel into the sand to each side of me and saw his legs tense in the corners of my vision as I gave his anus an experimental lick, savouring the familiar, pleasant taste that it always brought. His reptilian musk assaulted my nose and I greedily inhaled the dry, sweet scent. Closing my eyes as his testicles dragged across my nose and over my forehead, I prepared myself for the lengthy task at hand.

"Remember to lift off of me periodically alright Celto? I DO need to breathe occasionally, so whoever I push up on your ass you better listen to me alright?"

"Not like last time."

Any other complaints I might've made were cut short after that point as Celto's haunches descended fully onto my face. The soft, scaled testicles of my partner rested on the bridge of my nose and forehead, lightly pressing into me as the dragon sat down. His thick, sinuous tail draped across my chest and down in-between my legs, sitting on the clothed region of my crotch. Curling my hands around to each side of Celto's ass, I gripped the spongy flesh tightly while simultaneously wrapping my legs around his massive tail. With the smooth, moist surface of his tailhole pressing at my lips, I finally stuck out my tongue and began dragging it around the sensitive opening, tickling it with sensuous, circular motions.

My partner gave a muffled rumble in response, his entire body vibrating above me as I continued teasing his tailhole. I felt the puckered star jump and twitch with my undulations. Though we'd just begun, I could already feel my friend tensing and flagging his tail with delight. Continuing to circle around the eager opening, I pushed harder with my tongue, slipping it deep into his clenching passage before pulling out and licking once again. The muscled bulk of his hindquarters pushed into my face, humping me delicately as Celto involuntarily arched his back with the new sensation. It is true that patience was never his strong point, but I admired my friend's control in such moments; if he truly wanted, Celto could easily smother me with the full extent of his weight but he always held back for my comfort.

The familiar taste of the dragon filled the inside of my mouth as I lapped at his anus, coating the buds of my tongue in a pleasant, moist tang. My mouth watered with the welcome flavour, allowing me to wet Celto's tailhole even more. Pushing up on his ass, I took a few, deep breaths as my partner lifted himself off me momentarily before settling down once again, the thick muscles in his legs straining as they held his weight up. My friend's reptilian musk assaulted my nose as I inhaled, causing me to revel in a small shudder of my own. As Celto's balls pressed into my forehead once again, I immediately stuck my tongue as deep into the puckered hole as far as it would go, pushing my face into the scaled haunches above me. I heard a muffled grunt though the mountainous flesh, which bent and wrinkled with every purposeful touch of my hands and mouth. I squeezed my friend's tail hard between my thighs as it flexed upwards rhythmically, coaxing my tongue deeper in a strong, greedy suction as the walls clenched together. The lower half of my body moved up and down in time with the dragon's flexing tail, which lifted me off the ground as I gripped it tightly with my legs. Once again, my friend lightly humped my face, pushing against me as it became harder and harder for the dragon to control himself.

Despite the weight, I found myself happy with my ability to please my friend to such an extent. In a display of my own affection, I gripped Celto's tail with my legs and thrust upwards with my hips, rubbing my clothed groin on the underside of his sinuous length. A delighted shrill from Celto reverberated through the overwhelming mass of scales pinning me to the ground, and I couldn't help but smile as I continued to stimulate his tailhole.

Taking my tongue out and pushing upwards on my friend's haunches, I gave his ass once more, long lick, starting from the light-blue underside of his tail, across his tailhole, and up to his balls, tickling them with slow flick of my tongue. The motion caused Celto's legs to buckle as he tried standing up, nearly making him fall flat onto my head once again as a clear wave of pleasure spiked through the base of his tail and up into his spine. Righting himself, the dragon stood up, letting his haunches hover above me for a few moments in a teasing manner. His penis was now fully erect, and its veined, dark blue length hung rigidly from the folds of his sheath, glistening with bodily moisture. Spongy bumps decorated the underside of the shaft, leading upwards to a flared, pointed tip. A hefty, bulbous knot swelled at the base of the dragon's rod, twice as big as the shaft itself and pulsing with light blue veins. The enticing length seemed to bounce as my partner swung his hips back and forth, playfully granting me the pleasure of watching his privates lightly slap the sides of his thighs. Despite an overwhelming urge to reach up and grab it, I forced my hands to stay where they were, and let the dragon continue with his amusing, yet arousing show.

It was typical of Celto to entice me like this, as he always demonstrated a certain giddiness in our sexual encounters that I found humorous and pleasurable at the same time. As he switched his sideways movements to a series of quick, midair humps, I felt my cock push up against the front of my jeans as my friend finally got to me. Reaching down, I unbuttoned my pants and hastily pulled the zipper down to expose my growing member as blood rushed to it. As I held onto the base of my shaft to hold it upright, I heard a quiet shrill that caused me to look up notice that Celto had bent neck downwards and was now staring at me as I laid down underneath him. With his face upside-down, he gave me a brief, silly grin that I did my best to emulate before he grunted, lowering his body down into a low crouch. At first I thought he was going to sit on my face again, but instead he slowly began to waddle backwards, kicking up sand with his clawed foot paws and delicately dragging his erect member across my face and chest. I could see the muscles on his legs straining to keep his massive bulk level as the slithered down to my waist, and I felt a small tinge of pleasure well up in my loins as his penis met mine. The smooth, moist skin of his shaft tickled my sensitive skin, leaving a clear trail of wetness leading from my urethra down to my balls. As I let out a moan, Celto stopped to press his giant length into my waist, grinding our manhood together momentarily before lifting up and continuing on.

The light blue scales of his belly and chest danced across my vision as Celto crawled backwards over me, stopping and lying down once he was past my feet. With his chest at my feet and each of his front arms lying in the sand to each side of my legs, the dragon tilted his head to the side in confusion, seeming to notice my pants for the first time.

"You never gave me the chance to take them off remember?" I joked, gripping the waistline with each hand. Sand rustled in my pant legs as I struggle to get them off, arcing my back and lifting my middle to pull the pants down while Celto adopted a look of impatience, folding his arms and tapping his tail against the beach. The dirty, ragged jeans bunched at my feet and scrunched inwards, holding on to my ankles with an annoying stubbornness. I felt my anger steadily rising as I found myself unable to free my legs from the stupid pants, and in that moment, I made a vow to never wear the disgusting things again.

Once I finally tore them free, I pitched them over to the side with an exasperated sigh. Finally naked, I lifted my upper body off the sand and rested on my elbows. Now that the clothes were gone I was more then ready to get started; Celto however, remained impassive at my feet, and although he did his best to feign boredom, I could easily see the odd flash of lust as his eyes hungrily glanced at my exposed genitalia. It was an odd game for my partner to play: usually he was incredibly willing to get things started as soon as possible. He never demonstrated this sort of reluctance, even if it was obviously faked. I could only imagine the internal conflict that was going on as he forced himself to remain stationary.

Hoping to tease my friend and maintain the spirit of the game, I shrugged my shoulders and gripped the base of my shaft. "Alright, well, looks like I'll have to take care of this myself," I said, casually beginning to stroke myself off. It was amusing to watch as Celto stared, fixated on the movements of my hand. Though he was trying his best to remain still, I could see his erect penis bobbing in-between his legs, betraying his primal need to mate. His claws kneaded the sand to each side of me and his toes curled as he slowly lost his patience. I smiled as I watched the pace of his breathing quicken, gladdened by the fact that I could arouse my friend in such a speedy manner.

After a few more moments, Celto gave a small cough, almost like he was clearing his throat before he fixed me with a predatory glare. Diving down in-between my legs, the dragon used his tongue to forcefully push my hand out of the way and lap at my cock, dragging his warm muscle across my entire package in a lustful frenzy. My smile immediately turned into a mask of pleasure as the dragon coiled his moist appendage around my shaft, exhaling his warm breath around my groin before sucking it into his maw. His scaled lips cupped the base of my dick as he lightly bobbed his head, making audible slurping noises as he slid his tongue up and down in quick, sensuous motions. So abrupt was the rise in pleasure that I collapsed upon the sand, arching my back in delight as Celto moved his paws to pin my shoulders to the ground. Blood rushed to my sensitive organ faster then ever before growing larger and larger as the dragon greedily lathered his saliva over my groin. Barely able to move as Celto held me, I closed my eyes and squirmed under his stimulations, my heavy breathing punctuated by passionate gasps as the bumpy middle of his tongue tickled the tip of my penis. Soft grunts and blasts of warm air washed over my middle as the dragon demonstrated his enthusiasm for the deed, pressing humid maw together over my length and keeping his teeth in check with delicate precision. It take long, but after a few more suckles and a particularly strong squeeze of his coiled tongue, Celto picked up his head and slurped his tongue back into his mouth, smacking his lips together and staring down at his handy work.

Still raggedly breathing, I gazed up at my partner's elated countenance, amused with how he was still staring at my erect penis and licking his scaled lips in fond memory of my taste. As I left out a contented sigh, Celto stood up from his spot on the ground and looked me in the eyes, his mouth half open and panting while his tail whipped in anticipation behind him. His dark blue member was still rock hard in-between his back legs, hanging in the air and lightly swinging in unison with the dragon's tail.

"Well, it seems you're ready," I said, grinning and standing up, "what did you have in mind you sexy little beast?"

Though 'little' was a terrible word to describe him, Celto complied anyway, moving over to the tree-line to my left. This was one of my favourite parts of every intimate moment between me and my friend because no matter how many times we had sex, the dragon always felt it necessary to demonstrate what he wanted to happen. I was never picky with what we did, and I knew he always had fun with his games.

Holding my salvia-covered penis with one hand, I gently stroked myself as Celto put on a little show. Stopping at the tree-line, the blue dragon opened his wings and glanced back at me with a lustful gaze, lifting his tail and raising his haunches high into the air. Licking his lips and baring his teeth, he gave the air a few, slow thrusts, humping the air and lightly flapping his wings in unison. I felt my cock jump in my grip as the dragon displayed his sexual prowess, shooting a wave of pleasure up my spine. If I wasn't careful, this was going to be over before it started.

After a few more humps, Celto huffed and folded his wings on to his back. Standing back up, the dragon rotated himself, extending his left leg and stepping over until his scaled rump was facing me. Then, with a soft grunt he rolled over onto his back, shuffling against the ground until his massive form was buried comfortably into the dirt. His wings stretched over to each side, granting my friend a larger, more intimidating presence. Curling his blue neck forward, he brought his front legs up to his breast and took a quick glance around before returning his attention to me. Opening his legs and laying his tail flat, the dragon regarded me with his deep blue eyes and stuck out his serpentine tongue, flicking it at me in beckoning manner. I knew exactly what he wanted.

It was hard for me to hide my excitement as began walking towards his sprawled form. Nothing was more enthralling to me than Celto in his current position. Every aspect of him from the claws on his feet to the smooth curves of his belly suggested the predatory grace of a dangerous, dominant creature yet here he was, submitting to me in the ultimate gesture of love. That fact alone was enough to make my heart thump heavily inside my chest. Most of the time our sex involved him mounting me but on rare occasions, he would want me in a different way. As I got closer, I eyed my friend's pink tailhole, watching it quiver as the dragon wiggled his hips, sinking lower into the ground. As I reached his hindquarters, Celto lifted his feet higher, allowing me to duck under and lift my leg over the thick base of his tail, straddling the sinuous length with my thighs.

The firm, scaled skin bent lightly underneath me as my weight pressed down on it, emitting a tiny cough from the back of Celto's throat. Tearing my gaze away from his anus, I looked up at his face, smiling once again at the eager lust etched across the dragon's features. His impatience was evident, as even the slight pause of me looking at him caused Celto to emit a loud shrill and wiggle his hips, nearly throwing me off.

"Alright, Alright!" I said, giggling a little as I righted myself and shuffled forwards, dragging my ass along the underside of his tail. Stopping once I reached his tailhole, I let my erect penis lay there for the moment while I leaned forwards and gripped his cock, squeezing it as I pulled it towards me. The firm flesh was moist in my hands, the dragon's bodily fluids still covering its entire length. Smooth, yet tough skin matted against my grip as the member flared in response to my touch. Running my hands downwards, Celto let out a content purr as I rubbed my thumbs along the spongy, black bumps on the underside of his penis, stimulating them with precise, circular motions. It didn't take long for my palms to become coated in the dragon's slimy fluids. I could see the light blue veins pulsing in time with the beast's heartbeat as I continued, feeling the hardened tube jump strongly in response. The familiar, reptilian musk I'd come to know so well assaulted my nose in steady waves, wafting over my senses in a humid cloud and making my eyes water. I breathed in deeply, loving every aspect of my dragon's pleasurable smell.

Keeping my left hand on his shaft, I brought my other down to the base, tickling his knot briefly before cupping his light blue testicles. Pushing gently, I massaged and rubbed at my friend's sac, loving the feel of his massive, soft balls pillowing in the palm of my hand. As I played with his privates, Celto let his head fall backwards, hitting the ground with an audible thump. His tongue lolled out to the side and I couldn't help but giggle as he stretched out his hind legs and curled his toes. The motions he made when I toyed with his testicles were always so adorable.

Lifting his sack upwards, I moved my fingers in a synchronized pattern while simultaneously pulling his shaft closer to me and giving the tip a slow lick. Purring with the stimulations, Celto relaxed his legs back to their original position and involuntarily slapped his wings against the foliage to each side. With my arousal growing every second, I leaned forwards and ground my hips into Celto's rear, pushing my waist downwards and grinding my crotch into his tail. Though I hadn't penetrated him yet, my partner gave a delighted huff through his constant rumbling at the welcome pressure. Feeling my own pleasure rise as the flat scales rubbed at the underside of my testicles, I decided that I couldn't wait any longer.

Letting go of Celto's balls, I grabbed my penis put my legs on the ground, standing up momentarily as I lined up with my partner's tailhole. The dragon's head perked upwards in immediate attention, watching me intently with his mouth gaping slightly open, his tongue sticking out and lapping at the air in excitement. Returning his gaze, I gave Celto a brief, reassuring grin before returning my attention down to his ass. Easing my hips downwards, I held my breath as the tip of my cock pushed against the puckered opening and rubbed against the smooth, warm flesh. There was a moment of brief bending as I pushed downwards followed immediately by a jolt of pleasure as the moist passage expanded, wrapping itself tightly around the head of my dick. My breathing returned to me as I slowly sat back down, easing my length deeper into my scaled partner who squirmed and tensed in response. Looking up, I smiled as I noticed that Celto had closed his eyes and gaped his mouth wide open, exhaling in audible, violent gusts.

I sighed contentedly as I settle down, fully inserting myself into the dragon's tailhole. Warmth flooded through my shaft as the eager walls gripped it, the muscled hole seeming to constantly twitch and squeeze against my dick even when I remained motionless. Even with the anticipation of what was to come, I always enjoyed sitting there a few moments after penetration, letting the unique feelings that came with it spread through me with slow, electrical bliss. My partner shuddered, his toned flanks rippling beneath me. Letting go of his penis for a moment, I took my hands and slid my palms up the underside of Celto's thighs, which were raised up in the air to each side of me. Celto looked at me with patient longing as I showed him the affection, though I could tell he was eager for me to get things started. The beast beneath me was so powerful, so strong, yet his form was completely still as I sat on his rump, the only motions he made were from the slight tensing of muscles as I delicately pushed forwards. As my friend let out a light mewl and shuffled his haunches, I grinned as I took one hand to pull his engorged, dark blue shaft to my chest while leaving the other on his thigh for support, and began slowly thrusting into Celto's humid sphincter.

The response from Celto was immediate as I began, as once again the dragon purred with delight as he let his head flop down onto the ground. Pulling back slowly before pushing back in, the ribbed, round anal passage gripped me tightly as I plunged down with experienced precision. Though I knew my partner liked it much harder, it was always more gratifying to start slow and build our way up to it. Leaning forward a bit and using gravity to help me along, I used the hand on Celto's humungous, blue thigh for balance as I squeezed his erect member into my chest, loving the way in which the rigid flesh rubbed against my bare skin as I moved. Lifting my feet off the ground, I used my legs to grip Celto's tail, holding me in place while I continued to lightly hump away. My body twisted as the serpentine tail wagged back and forth, slithering across the ground like a snake. Wet, squelching noises reached me through my audible panting with each forward motion of my hips, adding to the passionate gasps that involuntarily escaped me. Every now and then I would pause, grinding my hips into Celto's haunches and closing my eyes as the muscular rings tightened around the base of my intrusive shaft. Lying down, I draped myself across Celto's manhood and let my weight press into his crotch. With my eyes still closed, I focused on the reptilian nature of his body: the smooth curvature of his haunches, the rough scales on his toned legs and waist, and the bestial rumbles that shook my body every time the dragon growled with bliss. After a few moments, I sat back up and continued, pulling his erect cock with me.

Though well-controlled before, Celto was now twitching with delight and doing his best to not buck me off of him. The odd slap of his wings or tail against the ground, the cute curling of his toes, the rough panting, and the occasional sharp growl all combined to illustrate the giant reptile's climbing ecstasy as I thrust into him. It was important for me to keep a tight grip with my legs on the dragon's tail, as every now and then my partner would involuntarily hump upwards in delight before letting his hindquarters thump back down into the dirt. The small motion was barely a fraction of Celto's true strength, yet it was enough to throw me off or make me lose balance if I wasn't careful.

Deciding it was time to pick up the intensity, I leaned low on the dragon's hindquarters and began slamming my hips into his scaled ass, sliding my shaft into his tailhole as hard as I could. Squeezing his erect member against me, I did my best to rub the moist length against my bare chest and pointed my chin down to give the tip a few frenzied licks. I felt the monstrous shaft throb against me as I pushed myself deep into Celto's tailhole, and small amount of pre-cum began to leak out of the tip. Slowing the frantic rhythm of my hips, I carefully wrapped my mouth around the flaring head of Celto's penis, licking his urethra and gathering the pre into my mouth. My friend practically shrieked in delight and I heard a loud thump behind me as his tail thumped heavily into the ground. The familiar, salty taste of dragon semen entered my mouth as I slurped the viscous fluid into my mouth, swallowing it with a contented sigh. Once again, Celto curled his toes, his entire body tensing with delight as I humped against him with all my might. Though I could barely see my friend's head over his heaving chest, I could tell that he was gritting his pointed teeth together and squinted his eyes in pure bliss. It wouldn't be long now.

I felt my own orgasm begin to rise as Celto's tailhole clenched my member with increasing ferocity. His sinuous tail began to beat the ground in a steady beat, the entire appendage flagging and squeezing my dick with every upwards motion. Hugging the dragon's penis tightly, I cried out and pushed my length forwards as hard as I could, humping at the draconic anus with a primal frenzy. The spongy bumps on the underside of the reptile's cock pushed and rubbed against my chest as we both moved in unison, twisting as twinges of pleasure jolted through our loins. The dragon's dick began to throb heavily in my arms, the light blue veins pulsing as his knot swelled. All four of his limbs began to tense and expand in pleasured motions as Celto could no longer keep himself still. The blissful rumble coming from my partner soon turned into a vicious series of grunts and warbles as his orgasm approached.

As my balls tightened up against me and I felt semen gather at the base of my shaft, I moaned loudly and buried myself into my partner's tailhole. My belly pressed up against the hefty, scaled balls of my friend, which clenched upwards into his body as my own ejaculation washed over me. Crying out as Celto's anus tightened around my manhood, a wave of ultimate pleasure washed through me as I shot the beginnings of my load deep within my serpentine lover. My face contorted into a ridiculous mask of delight as my dick pulsed, blasting warm semen and coating the muscled passage with seed. Almost directly after, an earth shattering roar erupted from the dragon's maw as Celto went over the brink. Arcing his massive back and nearly throwing me off, he extended his legs high into the air and pushed his wings into the ground. Sitting up in my throes of bliss, I pulled Celto's penis upright and squeezing it into my chest, feeling the giant length throb in my arms. The first shot of draconic semen exploded out of his flaring, blue tip like a fountain, shooting litres of warm spunk into the air before falling back down onto my upper body. The humid liquid coated my back and shoulders, bathing me in reptilian seed even as I pumped my own reproductive fluids deep into Celto's contracting rear. Taking my free hand, I felt downwards on the dragon's throbbing dick until I came to his knot, which I gripped tightly and gave a strong squeeze. The vicious roar turned into a passionate shrill as Celto twitched in delight as this new sensation. He writhed and squired underneath me, flagging his tail upwards in time with every pump of his dick. Keeping a firm hold and closing my eyes as the dragon's semen dripped onto my face, I let our united orgasm take its toll, rocking my hips it time with the involuntary twitches of my partner's tail.

When our pleasure eventually faded away, I couldn't remember how long we'd been lying there. I had collapsed over Celto's privates after riding upright for as long as I could. Thick, humid semen covered me from head to toe and dripped into puddles of white at the base of the blue cock and surrounding the dragon's tail where I sat. Letting go of the dragon's junk, I sat upright and wiped some of the cum from my forehead so that it wouldn't fall into my eyes and looked up at my draconic friend. He was still lying completely flat with his eyes closed and tongue lolling out to the side. His light blue chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted in exhaustion. Reaching forward with my right hand, I lightly pushed my palm against his spent balls, which were now slightly gooey with thick, musky cum. They were still massive yet now they felt, slightly deflated in the aftermath of their violent release. At my touch, Celto lifted his head off the ground to stare at me, his face radiating with satisfaction. Staring back at him I imagined that my own face looked quite the same, though it may've been difficult to tell with the new mask of white I was sporting.

Craning his neck forward, Celto stretched his head forwards as far as he could, sticking out his tongue and try to give me a lick. I almost laughed as the dragon barely missed my face, his wet muscle dancing lapping at the air in front of me. Leaning forward the rest of the way, I let my friend lightly tickle my face, slurping up the semen that covered it. It helped a little bit, but all it did really was replace the cum on my face with saliva.

"Thanks buddy," I said, lifting myself off the base of his tail and sliding out of his tailhole with a wet *shlurp.* Lifting one leg over I climbed off of him and stood up, stepping into a warm pool of semen as I did. Rolling over the other way, Celto pushed himself onto his feet as well, shaking himself of some of the sand on his back and letting even more cum drip onto the ground. Turning around and lifting his wing so he didn't knock me in the head, he brought his head down to my level and pushed it into my chest. Hugging him with delicate affection, I rubbed the base of his jaw and neck, listening to him hum in a deep, harmonious rumble. After a while he reluctantly pulled back and I giggled, noting the small amount of bodily fluid that had transferred to my friend's scaled nose.

"Come on," I said, staring to walk towards the ocean, "Lets get ourselves cleaned up." Celto kicked up some sand as he jogged up to my right, slowing his gait to a confident saunter typical of a satisfied male. After having spent such a long time here, I couldn't help but wonder at how many similar messes we'd scattered across this island paradise.

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Yes, it was safe to say that everything for me and Celto was looking up. Though I had once spent most of my free time craving seclusion, now I could barely tolerate being separated from my friend for more then a minute. Having both been accustomed to a life of loneliness, we were both addicted to the pleasure of each other's company, and mutually fascinated with the unique experiences such company brought.

There was however, a day when all that changed.

The incident occurred about three days after me and Celto's first successful flight. For so long I'd been distracted by the grandeur of my isolation that I forgot about the outside world, and about the few people that cared for me despite my willingness to push them away. I cherished my old relationships, but I was always a loner. I always preferred to do things on my own, which is what led me to this island in the first place. My parents, my close circle of friends, they all probably thought I was dead: another victim of an unfortunate plane crash overseas. If there was an easy way for me to let them know I was alive and well I would've taken it, but since the task was impossible, I never let myself dwell on it for too long. The possibility of returning to civilization seemed like a foolish dream once I'd met Celto; however, in the span of one moment, the strength of our bond would be tested.

I was sitting on the beach, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the early morning sun before the heat rose to an unbearable temperature. Celto was fishing out in the ocean as he usually did, catching a few fish for himself before bringing one back to me for breakfast. Even months after my arrival, my survival skills remained pitiful, and I still relied on my friend to provide for the both of us. No matter how many times I saw, it always amused me greatly to watch him float above the surface, staring into the depths of the water with a look of intense concentration before diving underneath, his large blue tail flicking skyward before following him into the depths of the water. There would be a few minutes of complete silence before he came crashing to the surface again. When he returned, the dragon would always have a fish clutched in his jaws and waste no time in either devouring the poor creature, or bringing it to me once his hunger was sated.

On this occasion, the fish Celto ended up bringing me was much larger than anything he had brought me before. Clutched heavily in his jaws, the fish seemed to dwarf Celto's head as the dragon brought it forth. Recognizing the impressive size of the monster he held, Celto pranced towards me along the beach, water dripping from his massive frame as he moved in what I interpreted as a dragon-like skip. Dropping the fish in front of me, the dragon sat down on his haunches, expectantly waiting for some sort of appraisal for his fine catch.

Whistling long and low, I ran my hand over the humungous fish in amazement, admiring the specimen in a way that my friend would hopefully find gratifying. I found it odd then, that when I looked up, rather than receiving one of his silly grins I instead found myself staring at a rather quizzical expression etched across his scaled countenance. When I raised my eyebrow in question, Celto's only response was to shake his head and keep staring at me, that same look on his face.

After a few more moments, I simply shrugged my shoulders and was about to start cutting at the fish with a sharpened stick when I saw Celto purse his lips together and blow, causing air to sputter messily out the front of his mouth. Wrinkling his nose and letting out a disappointed huff, my friend did the same thing once again, only this time with more force, causing a few globs of spit to fly out of his maw onto the sand. It took me a few seconds to figure it out, but after thinking about it, I finally realized what he was doing: he was trying to whistle.

Although I firmly believe that you should support and help your friends with any endeavour, I couldn't help but laugh uproariously at the sheer comicality of a dragon trying to whistle. Having obviously caught his attention with my own while admiring the fish, Celto was now doing his best to emulate my tune, and I'd never seen something more hilarious in my life. Having recognized my extreme delight at his failure, Celto stood up abruptly, wiggling the small fins on his cheeks in a mock display of ferocity. When that didn't stop me, my friend resorted to pawful of sand in my face.

Unable to continue laughing, I lurched over to the side, coughing and sitting out the small rocks that now filled the inside of my mouth. Celto leapt forward during my moment of vulnerability and licked me a number of times on my back. The force of it pushed me into the beach, and I soon found myself covered in grit and wet, sticky salvia. No matter the situation, Celto always seemed to know how to win every single playful confrontation. I guess I deserved it.

After our conflict subsided however, that's when things got...complicated.

Pushing myself into a sitting position, I glanced over at my draconic companion. He was sitting on his haunches once again a few feet to my right, innocently cleaning the sharp claws on his front foot. Smiling at my friend's feigned carelessness, I stood up and started walking past him towards the shoreline, hoping to give myself a small bath in the ocean before preparing the fish he'd given me. I was about halfway down when I stopped in shock, noticing for the first time something out of corner of my eye. It had just come around the left corner of the island from our position which is why we hadn't seen it before. Although it was far away, I could easily tell that it was a medium-sized boat, making its way slowly towards us along the water.

In that moment, I froze. I found myself shaking and almost crying in excitement as the boat made its way towards me. The possibility of rescue, as I mentioned before, had all been abandoned from my mind the moment I found Celto. Having no need of somebody to come and find me, I simply accepted the island and its dragon resident as my new way of life. Now that civilization had reached out to me however, I found myself forgetting all of that. I thought of the few friends I had, my family, people who cared for me that had no idea where I was. The possibility of rescue was now more real to me then every before. It tore at me inside knowing that everyone I ever loved believed me dead, but now I had the opportunity to set things right, and to give those people closure.

Running to the edge of the water, I raised my arms above my head and waved them back and forth, screaming at the top of my lungs to make sure they saw me. After a few moments of that, I heard a small whine of fear come from behind me. I turned just in time to watch as Celto, who had probably noticed the boat as well, jump foreword and walk briskly down the sandy beach towards me, flaring the fins on his cheeks and head in warning.

Thinking of how the people on the boat might react, I quickly shooed the dragon away, gesturing for him to go back into the woods. "No Celto, get back," I hissed, making exaggerated pushing gestures with my hands. "I'll be fine I promise, just go back into the forest or you're going to scare these people!"

Relaxing the fins on his face, Celto stared at me for a few moments before looking over at the boat once more, unsure of whether to listen or not.

"I said I'll be fine, Celto. If I need help I'll call you, now go away!" I said, tossing some sand up at his chest.

The dragon snorted at me as the tiny rocks bounced off his scales. Thinking that this was my way of getting back at him, Celto smiled and crouched down into a playful position and began slowly stalking towards me through the sand.

"NO CELTO! Please! Go away!" I practically screamed. Reaching down into the water, my hand closed around a sizable rock and without thinking, I tossed it at him to emphasize my point. The rock was about the size of my fist, and it struck Celto on his forehead, causing him to wrinkle his brow and flinch backwards in surprise. Never in my life had I felt the pain of regret spike through me so fast. Sitting on the beach, my dragon stared at me with a hurt expression, wondering what he could've possibly done wrong.

"Celto...Celto I'm sorry but please, go back into the forest...I-I'll come and find you in a minute alright?"

The look of sadness never left my friend's face as he continued to stare at me. I knew the apology wasn't going to be enough, but I really had to get rid of him before the people in the boat got any closer. They may have even seen him already. Pulling my attention away from Celto, I wandered back into the water and stared at the boat, waiting for my dragon to leave before I tried to get the vessel's attention again. Drooping his head, Celto padded into the forest, not looking back at me as his massive, blue frame disappeared into the foliage. I almost couldn't believe what I'd just done to him after so much time of happiness together, but the arrival of the boat had set me into a panic. My head was pounding in the inside of my skull as I tried to think about what to do in the next few minutes. There were too many consideration to make, too many possibilities of what could happen that I found myself jumping up and down, waving the boat down because I thought it was the smart thing to do.

As I waded into the ocean and renewed my animated waving however, I felt a second emotion well up within my chest. A deep sense of dread washed over me as I pictured the sadness on my scaly lover's face once again. With great sorrow, I suddenly realized what the arrival of this boat truly meant: not that I could be rescued, but that I could be leaving Celto behind. His departure from me in this moment was not only immediate, but symbolic as well, as if to foreshadow an upcoming separation between us. I was torn between two decisions, both of which would have undesired consequences.

Nothing was for certain however. Perhaps I could take him with me, if whoever was on the boat would allow such a thing; but even then, what would I do after? What would happen to Celto if I managed to bring him home with me? If I left him here, would I be able to find the island again? Were the people on the boat even friendly? Such questions plagued my mind as I called out, and the uncertainty of them haunted my mind with an ominous haze. There was no use in worrying about such things now however, as everything would be answered in time. As the boat turned towards me and I stepped into the ocean to wash Celto's saliva from my body, I found myself hoping with all my heart that everything would work out, that all the answers to come would make me and Celto happy.

There was no way to know for sure.

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I stopped waving my arms as the boat got closer and turned towards my position. It was a small yacht, white, with an upper cabin, a spacious deck and a large, pointed prow that made waves as it cut through the water at a moderate pace. I folded my arms over my chest in nervousness, concentrating on keeping my breathing steady to help with the anxiety creeping up inside me. I could see a small, human figure standing on deck to the side of the cabin, confirming that at least one person on board had seen me. I also saw the shadowed form of another through the dark windows of the cabin, and I made a mental note that at least two people were on board.

Despite the climbing heat of the day, I felt myself shivering in the cold water though I wasn't sure it was because of the temperature. There was something offsetting about the whole ordeal. My original elation at being rescued nearly vanished after I miss-treated Celto, and now it seemed to disappear entirely as I dwelled on it further. I always felt safe with my large, blue friend around and now that I was isolated from him, I was helpless. It was a little odd for the boat to appear now, after about a month or possibly longer of seeing absolutely nobody. Why would somebody appear now? Were the people on board friendly? Perhaps it was a bad idea to send him away.

Or perhaps I was just being stupid.

The boat anchored about thirty meters out from the shore and about fifty meters away from me. As I stood in the surf, I watched as the man on the deck gave me a small wave before turning and heading to the stern, disappearing from my sight. The man in the cabin was gone as well. Sighing, I waddled out of the water and began slowly walking towards them across the sand. I had hoped that the water would cover me while I met these new people, but I suppose that was out of the question now that they were making me walk to them. As I approached, I saw a small motorboat break off from the back of the larger yacht, heading towards the beach at a steady, unrushed pace. One of the men was sitting at the front, looking the other way while the other was operating the motor and looking directly at me. From this close, I could see that both men were wearing ragged, dirty clothing that seemed atypical of the shiny boat they had just disembarked. The one at the front wore camouflaged pants with a plain white shirt and army hat, and the other had a faded pair of beige shorts and a torn, black muscle shirt on his back. The one on the back had a balding head with a thick, black beard covering most of his rounded face. Their appearance was enough to give me pause so I stopped walking, standing still about twenty paces from the new arrivals.

The one on the motor waved at me before cupping his hand to the side of his mouth, shouting "Ahoy there! You alright?"

The other man turned to stare at me as well, regarding me with a set of small, beady eyes and a thin, clean-shaven countenance. I don't know what it was, but there was something in his look that I found unsettling, and I once again felt fear tickle the back of my neck. Typical of me in such situations, I found myself unable to move, much less respond to the man's question in my nervous state of mind. Turning to regard his companion on the motor, the thin man murmured something in a low voice that I couldn't catch, to which the other responded with a brief shrug. There was some more muted whispering before the thin man turned back around to face me, regarding with that same unnerving expression.

The bearded man cupped his mouth once again. "Hey! I'm not sure if you can understand me kid, but stay where you are! We're gonna come to you alright!"

The motor cut off and their boat hit the shore with a soft thump. The man in the front immediately leapt out into the water, his booted feet impacting the ocean with a splash as he pulled the boat up onto the beach. Disembarking from the back, the other man stepped onto the beach as well, making his way towards me his both of his hands raised like he was trying to approach a frightened deer that could bolt at any moment.

"We're not gonna hurt you kid, "he said, moving slowly forward while his partner rummaged through the boat, "you look like you needed help, so we came to check if you were alright" The man stopped at about ten feet from me, keeping his hands in the air. "We've got food, supplies, and clothes if...well, you need it." Smiling, the man waited expectantly, hoping to finally evict a response from me.

As much as I wanted to respond, the majority of my attention was devoted to the thin man back at the boat. Though the friendlier of the two claimed to be here for him, the thinner man's behaviour seemed to suggest otherwise. In contrast, he seemed to display no interest in my well-being whatsoever, and was more interested in whatever he was fiddling with in the bottom of the boat.

After a few more moments of me saying nothing, the bearded one turned back to his companion. "He still ain't talking, you sure he speaks English, Cale?"

The man called Cale stood up from the boat before turning to face us. My heart dropped and my breathing quickened as I saw the barrel of a hunting rifle reflect the bright sunlight in his arms. Holding it against his shoulder, the thin man walked towards me, speaking so that I could hear him that low, almost monotone voice. "Sure he can. Scrawny white boy like that better know his fucking English."

I probably should've run the moment I saw these two. I should've paid attention to the nagging anxiety tugging at my instincts this entire time, but the hope of rescue had blinded me to the obvious signs. I could try running, but Cale looked comfortable with the rifle cradled in his arms. From this distance, he would probably have no trouble hitting his mark, especially when his target was a slow moving, unathletic human in the sand.

Stepping past his friend by a few feet and stopping, Cale turned his head and regarded me with a curious expression. "I'm right aren't I? You understand everything I say, you're just too scared to move..."

My breathing quickened and my heart beat like a hammer in my chest. I knew I had to do something but I didn't know what. Although I'm sure any idiot with half a brain could see that I was frightened, this man seemed to radiate a dangerous awareness to everything around him. His hideous eyes contained a cool intelligence in them, causing me to shrink back a step as they darted over my naked form.

Cale smiled. "Good, that always helps with the next bit. You can deny it all you want but...I know what's on this island with you. I know that you have a dragon here."

Celto...I almost cried. How could they know?

"Pretty blue hide like that oughta fetch quite the price eh Cale?" The bearded man replied, the faked friendliness now absent from his tone.

"A fucking fortune," Cale whispered, narrowing his eyes towards me.

I didn't know what they were going to do to me, but there was no way I was going to give them Celto. I would die first.

"I take it from your surprise that you never saw us but o boy did we ever see you. You really should be more careful with where you fly cause, well...you never know who might be watching." Cale backed up a step and levelled the gun at my head. "I saw you push you're friend away just a moment ago, so he seems to listen to you and he can't be far. If you take me to him without a fuss, I'll leave you on this island unharmed, free to go back to whatever you were doing."

A tear involuntarily slid down my cheek. I was shaking again and I knew for sure that this time, it wasn't because I was cold.

"Well," Cale sniggered, "Minus the dragon of course."

The End - Next part coming soon ______________________________________________________________________