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***Part 7 < Current chapter > Part 9***

Description: The group's integrity is tested when an envoy from the human empire makes an unlikely offer.

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Vrelgor woke up covered in reasonable amounts of lukewarm seed. He crawled his way out of the pile of tails and limbs, stirring his friends from their peaceful slumber.

RuSturak was the first to pick his head up. He yawned widely, rolling his green tongue around his snout before clamping his jaws shut.

"Sun up?"

"Must be," Dahrzin swiped a hand between his legs. Strings of thick slime clung to his fingers, refusing to let go. "Half a day, at least. And the way it smells..." he grimaced as he crawled out towards a cleaner corner of the cave. "I need to wash myself in a river. There is no chance- absolutely no way- I am licking this"

"What about another tongue?" RuSturak got onto his feet, yawned, then headed towards the kobold.

"No. A tongue will definitely not do. Stop. Do not come any closer. Why don't you clean your own messy scales before you inflict that green menace upon me?"

"Smaller things are easier to clean," RuSturak slid his tongue along the kobold's naked body. Dahrzin might have squirmed quite a bit, but he liked the warmth of a tongue more than the cold embrace of a river. RuSturak barely had to spend any effort. Five or so tongue swipes later, the kobold was good as clean.

"Pleased?"

"As pleased as your tail after a night of stuffing," Dahrzin scoffed.

"You know I love you too."

"Just...get...get that thing away already!"

The bronze dragon stumbled back, his playful eyes settling upon a new target.

"No," Vrelgor shielded himself with a wing. "I can clean myself just fine."

"I know, dear blue. This is just me enjoying my morning meal."

Like his brown, winged friend, Vrelgor found himself pinned by Rustrurak's possessive paws. The bronze swirled his tongue around every dirty scale, dragging the clogged fluid into his maw without any reservation. Vrelgor turned his nose. If that seed tasted as bad as it smelled, getting serviced by a friend was the lesser of two evils.

Once he cleaned his own hide, RuSturak took Vrelgor out to hunt fresh prey. The two dragons soared above the rolling forest, enjoying the warmth of the sun upon their scales while their agile eyes scanned for prey. The trails pointed to the river. RuSturak took the lead, claws clenching with anticipation.

"Wait," Vrelgor hissed. "I just smelled-"

A buffet of savage wind slammed against the dragons. Vrelgor growled in pain as his joints almost tore off from his body. He looked around for the unseen threat, but the forest masked everything. Not even a heartbeat later, a rope of icy coldness tied his wing joints together, and the blue dragon plummeted towards the ground with a terrified roar. Pine needles scratched into his membranes. Twigs broke under his scales. But instead of the ground's hard embrace, Vrelgor fell onto a curtain of warm air, snarling at the sorceress before him.

"Two dragons, and quite the charming colors," the female said. Her gryphon companion, a black crow with golden eyes brushed his head along her side. With a twist of her wrist, she released the spell that bound the two dragons. They fell on the ground, wings splaying along the ground.

"Don't get up. I want you to stay where I can see you."

"Something tells me you've seen bigger, sweet cheeks," RuSturak said, much to the female's amusement.

"How perceptive. You're what, two heads taller than me?" The woman lifted her hand above her raven hair, her violet eyes as mischievous as her purple colored lips. "My, you're barely out of your nest, and your blue companion is even smaller. Is he your nest mate or just another dragon you lulled into your cave?"

"That he is," RuSturak growled.

"Intriguing," the woman giggled. "I heard tales of how dragons bond with each other. Are the rumors true? You mount whoever happens to pass through your territory?"

"As true as humans bending for their beasts. I see you have a keen interest in birds."

"You insult me," the sorceress stepped back. Her gryphon companion cooed softly as the woman's hand rubbed under the avian's golden beak. "Arakk agreed to accompany me on this journey out of self interest. He likes dragons, maybe even more than I do. One time I caught him rubbing one under the tail with his beak. Don't know if it was male, female, or both. With dragons, I can never quite tell!"

She slowly settled the gryphon onto the ground, then rested her back against his chest, playing her fingers along the gryphon's lengthy avian talons. "You must be wondering why I'm here. Arakk and I have been tracking the activity of a rather violent dragon. We had several ground squads disappearing during the last months around this territory. Who owns it, you or the blue?"

"I do," RuSturak said. "Am I correct in assuming you need our assistance in finding this dragon of yours?"

The woman clapped her hands. "Marvelous deduction. Arakk here might get under a dragon's scales faster, but the city made him...how to put it without stirring his feathers? Soft."

"Caw!"

"No, wrong word. Lazy."

"Skreek!" the gryphon flapped his wings.

"Slam it shut now! The word I'm searching for is tame!"

The avian placed his beak in her arms, chirping softly.

"Yes. You're still beautiful, still fierce. I know, oh, I know. You like to nest all day and rub yourself against anything that fancies your feathers. What do you think about these two, Arakk? Are they to your liking? Can they help us?"

The gryphon's amber eyes scanned the two dragons for a bit before his lids fell upon them.

"My journeys wore him off. We've been flying the whole night trying to find this marauding beast. Please. Aid us maintain the Herald's peace. He wishes nothing more than to find a peaceful outcome to whatever grieves this dragon."

"Can we speak?"

"Of course. Just don't flare your wings. Arakk will take that as a sign of fleeing, and he...he doesn't like that."

RuSturak stood his ground, and Vrelgor followed his example. It was useless fleeing from a spell-weaver. They could bend the wind, summon flames, and control the elements like a dragon toyed with his prey. For all he knew, this female could even enhance her senses and hear everything they said.

"We both know what dragon she's after. Perhaps it's better we give her what she wants. Show that we want nothing to do with this foolish crusade your brother started."

"They'll kill him!" Vrelgor hissed.

"No, they'll cover him in shiny metals, collect his seed and impregnate a thousand females with it!" RuSturak tilted his head. "What else could they possibly do apart from inflicting the same justice he unleashed upon them? He had slain hundreds, if not more."

"He's still a dragon, and...he's my brother. I can't -I won't- betray my own blood to the humans."

"Fine. We tell them nothing, provided she hasn't already heard everything."

"So?" the female tapped her fingers against the gryphon's beak.

"You are right," RuSturak started. "It is true dragons form close bonds, but we claim territories for a reason. This marauder of yours is as much of a danger for you as he is for us. We want to stay away from his path and have no dealings with him if that can be helped."

"A shame. I hoped to use dragon to find dragon, but it seems Arakk and I have to do this the hard way. Will you come with me, or do I have to carry you?"

"Come where?"

"To my city," the woman stood up. "Strangely enough I couldn't get through to you, but maybe words will be better received from the Herald himself."

"Eeeeek! Accept! Accept!"

The gryphon looked up. RuSturak turned his head. And Vrelgor prepared to do the same if he didn't feel like sinking deeper into the ground. Dahrzin, their only possible escape out of this situation landed proudly to put his big mouth to use.

"We'll come to the city with you, purple weaver, and do what we can for our esteemed Herald. How is he holding himself these days?"

"You will see for yourselves shortly. Shall we?" the female jumped into her gryphon's saddle.

"Ereek! Up! Up! Up we go!" Dahrzin squeaked.

"Rawk!" The gryphon spread his onyx wings. One by one they took towards the skies, human, kobold, and dragon alike.

The human sorceress led the way. Dahrzin followed at her side, asking questions while RuSturak and Vrelgor remained at the tail, sharing no words, both wondering about the kobold's sudden decisions. He knew the ways of the humans better than them, and maybe, just maybe he could find an easy way out of this strange situation.

The city soon rolled below their wings, an amalgamation of stone shaped in too many different ways to count. Some were surrounded by grass. Others were tall and imposing, rising like spires. The biggest was also the most impressive, a pyramid built from sand-stone taller and more lavish than everything else.

They landed upon the tallest ledge, their claws clicking on the polished stone. A retinue of armored guards went around them, inspecting the dragons to make sure they carried no magical items, constructs, or anything else they could use against the Herald. After they left, Vrelgor took the chance to inspect the platform. Small trees and other forms of vegetation grew around the edges, and below, the buildings looked like the white stones of a river that had long since dried.

The blue dragon padded towards RuSturak. Both he and the kobold stared at the only way that led inside. A number of humans could be seen roaming through the wide halls of the building. The scent of gryphons and other beasts also lingered upon the air. What was this place?

"He's here."

Moments after the sorceress spoke, a lone human walked onto the platform. His hair had whitened like the stone below his feet, complementing the golden robes he wore. Vrelgor saw many men, yet few were as resplendent as this snow-haired human who wore the garments of the sun upon his body. He walked with calm steps, his cerulean eyes betraying no enmity, just kindness.

"I greet you, dragons. All three of you," the human waved around respectfully.

"I'm not a-"

"I know, I know," the man waved the kobold down. "My eyes are as good as yours, master kobold. Or are you going to tell me you are no master?"

Dahrzin squeaked with a pleasant sound. "If a garden in the middle of the drylands makes me a master, then I suppose I am."

"Good, good," the human folded his hands above his chest, digging his hands through the loose entrances of the robe's sleeves. "An honest creature making an honest living. I wish more followed your example, master kobold. A city's needs are above racial disputes. Why should a kobold serve while the human commands?"

The human sighed. "Word flies around that dragons burn entire villages, but are we not guilty of the same sin, to change the world according to our needs? We all have our own reasons to craft a better future, and right now, I hope you three can aid me in tying the bonds that will bring about a new age of unity between every species living within the bosom of these lands."

"We are here to listen," Dahrzin said.

RuSturak hesitated a bit before he bowed his head. Vrelgor too touched the ground with his snout. Dahrzin lived among humans before. It made sense for him to speak in the name of dragons.

"Good. My assistant made her concerns known to you. May I know why you declined her offer?"

"Matters concerning dragons should be left to dragons, bright Herald," Dahrzin retreated behind the tails of the two dragons.

RuSturak and Vrelgor exchanged a quick glance. The blue dragon opened his maw to speak, but RuSturak was quicker.

"We hold the same answer as before. The dragon you seek had not crossed our path. Even if he did...I doubt my blue companion would agree to any request. He's...he does not harbor too much love for humans."

"I am sorry to hear my kin grieved you," the old man said with a grave voice.

Vrelgor's wings shuddered. "I...I try to put everything behind me. That is why I left my old territory along with everything I knew. Not all dragons favor conflict. My desires are simpler than that."

The old man nodded. "We all crave for peace in our hearts, yet the ways to achieve it are as different as scales are on a dragon. Distrust breeds enmity. I will not put our past mistakes behind the veil of forgetfulness. Nobody, not man or beast, can forget the fires of the past...but like the forest recovers from the winter's frost, so too I hope that our bonds can be warmed once again."

The sorceress stepped ahead. "Most of these little squabbles take place at the outskirts of our empire. Savage lands. That's how we call them, because even men turn to beasts. I have led a few squads myself. I know how dangerous dragons can be, but to have one so close to our city is-"

The Herald flicked his hand to silence her. "The wilds are a part of all of us, Kshira. Claws, fangs, beaks...all of us have the possibility to hunt one another, but how we hunt, what we hunt...that is the true measure of control. Look around you, dragons. What do you see?"

"Stone?" Dahrzin said.

"Stone shaped with purpose," RuSturak corrected. "It is true that long years of peace are like an everlasting summer, but humans and we are more alike than you think, Herald. We all act too quick to think about the repercussions. The ashes of the last conquest still linger upon the outskirts of your borders. Perhaps you should be more concerned about these wild lands your assistant spoke of instead of a lone dragon."

"True. Very true," The human said. "But untreated wounds can bring down the mightiest of giants. I wish to heal this injury, preferably without shedding more blood in the process. Could you talk to this kin of yours? Make it see reason instead of hatred?"

RuSturak growled. "I do not know him. There is every chance he might attack me, just like he attacked your kin."

"And you?"

Vrelgor just shook his head.

"It seems a peaceful approach might be out of our reach. Has my assistant explained the whole situation to you?"

It was the woman's turn to sigh. She walked around the platform, puckering her violet lips as if the words somehow became too heavy to speak.

"I... I tried, Herald. I tried. Some dragons are just more stubborn than others. Just because that one roamed around the bronze's territory, this doesn't mean he is willing to understand our plight. Maybe there is no simple way to solve this dispute. Maybe what we need is-"

The herald raised his hand. "Bring me DawnBeak."

The sorceress ruffled her gryphon's feathers, coaxing a caw out of his beak. He wanted to rub himself along her arm, be caressed by her hand, but the sorceress just pushed him away.

"Not now, Arakk."

After she made sure her gryphon was not following her, she went inside and came out with a golden gryphon following in her steps. Arakk's wings twitched with excitement. He rubbed his beak along the female's foreleg, drawing short coos out of her tawny beak.

"Easy, Dawnbeak," the Herald scratched her neck. "You will get what you want shortly. Now, it goes without saying that I too have a feral companion. She's my wings when I need to travel, but our bond runs much deeper than that. She is not my mount nor a beast of the stables. DawnBeak strengthens my legs when my vigor falters, inspires me when I feel lost in the haze of doubt. She is my hope for the future, a future that starts with unity and trust above all else."

The Herald removed his hand, pointing his gryphon towards the sorceress' black bird.

"Do what you have to."

As soon as the humans got out of the way, the gryphons rubbed their necks and grabbed at their beaks. The female dropped on her belly, chirping eagerly while the dark gryphon straddled her form, their colors mixing like day and night. The male arched his back, preening into the female's neck while his hindquarters trust towards her tail, harder and faster until the male found his mark.

Both gryphons squawked loud, their beaks parting with a fiercely melodious cry. Their tails swished and tangled each other while their wings shuddered with climactic bliss. The male worked himself in and out, slamming his feline half against the female harder and faster until his wings flared and his tail straightened. The gryphon's beak parted with a sharp avian shriek as he reached his peak, his tail shifting along the ground, twitching with rhythmic pulses.

DawnBeak too threw her head back, grabbing onto her mate's beak, sharing in his wild passion as they both shuddered with orgasmic bliss. The mating lasted only a few heartbeats, but the male still remained inside for a good while, preening his mate with obvious affection while she cooed happily in the aftermath of their mating.

Vrelgor had a hard time keeping his growl inside after the gryphons parted. The smell of their union became as obvious as their leaking genders, sweet, arousing to the sensitive nose of a feral.

"She will lay her eggs inside one of our spires, protected from any threat, human or otherwise. Dragons can do the same, you know. Our spires are filled with eggs on the brink of hatching. Is this not a glorious future? Is my vision not worth fighting for?"

Dahrzin kept his arms crossed. RuSturak shifted uncomfortably, while Vrelgor's nostrils inhaled the aroma of two fertile gryphons. His own cock stirred inside his slit. How tight was a gryphon female, to make her mate release so quickly? Was Arakk's seed sweeter than a dragon's? Questions like that rushed through his mind, distracting him from everything that happened around him.

All in all, the Herald got no response. He probably expected that as he already turned his back towards the city sprawling below his feet. "Very well. I shall allow all three of you to reflect on my words, and who knows, maybe you can inspire me with your own wisdom."

"Herald, I do not mean to be inquisitive, but..."

The human turned towards the bronze dragon. "Say it. Everyone is free to speak here, inside the sky's embrace."

"Is it possible to indulge into a more...intimate kind of desire? Perhaps you know a gryphon that might do what...those two did a few moments ago?"

"Ereeekl No, not that!" Dahrzin shrieked.

"RuSturak, that's...what are you talking about?"

"Like it's not obvious," the bronze pushed himself on all fours, his fully aroused cock staining the white stone with drop after drop of slimy pre-seed. "You all think about the same thing and are too shy or afraid to speak the obvious."

"That is not true," Vrelgor growled.

"Scale-head! Stupid, icky scale-head!"

The Herald raised a hand. "Push that ire into the back of your throats, fair ferals. Instincts are not to be shunned, but encouraged. If the bronze wishes to have a companion during his stay here, I will be happy to make the necessary arrangements."

The bronze dragon parted his maw with a happy growl. "Three companions. A gryphon for me, a dragoness for my dearest blue, and maybe a...a hippogryph to sate my small friend's big desires."

"No," Vrelgor shook his head.

"Absolutely not," Dahrzin agreed. "Bright Herald, we are not here to descend into the mindset of a common beast. Give us a chamber where we can put our minds to purpose and we shall give you an answer as swiftly as we can."

"That, I do not agree with," RuSturak walked towards the human, allowing him to brush his hand along his snout. "Please, bright Herald. Despite what my friend said, we are but ordinary dragons subdued by our instincts to do what any of us must, and...I shamefully admit I have never tasted a gryphon before."

The Herald chuckled. "It is of no concern. A gryphon will be provided to you. If your friends wish to remain undisturbed, then I shall accommodate to their desires. Kshira, lead the two inside. The bronze and I have a few matters to discuss."

Vrelgor wanted nothing more than to pounce his friend there and then, but he couldn't. Instead, he had to walk side by side with Dahrzin who grumbled angrily under his breath. Kshira took a turn, then slid a pair of doors open with her magic.

The chamber was filled with ostentatious decorations and weavings of all colors and kinds. Energy crystals provided light in absence of hollows, making the chamber feel slightly warmer.

"You have furs, pillows, anything you might need to rest on. Anything else like meat or water will be provided by an attendant. Now, is there anything else I can do for you?"

The two males offered no answer.

"Fine then. Do not summon me if you change your mind. You have each other to do whatever it is you do."

The sorceress left, yet her influence still remained. Immediately after she departed, an infuriating heat took hold of Vrelgor's slit. He rolled onto his side, growling in lustful panic as his member throbbed its way out like an unshackled beast.

"She did this. That wicked witch!" Dahrzin hissed between his teeth as he touched around his own twitching slit.

"How long does it last?"

"Do I look like a weaver of any kind to you, scale-head?"

"You're a kobold! Aren't all kobolds wizened in every craft?"

"Only the ones who learn," Dahrzin threw his head back as beads of aqueous pre-seed rolled down his throbbing spire. "I...arggg...I spent my time studying herbs instead of practicing magic or alchemy."

So they were both beyond saving. Vrelgor took comfort knowing his looming climax was about to become a reality, but just as he neared his peak, the tingling heat dispersed into cold tingles.

"Arrrhhh..." the dragon let his head drop onto the ground. His cock slowly retreated inside his slit, leaving behind a messy trail of liquid arousal.

"It's gone. Her charms are done..." Dahrzin covered himself with a blue cloth. "What now, dragon? Are we just going to cover ourselves like humans? Sleep? Talk?"

Vrelgor pulled his lolling tongue back. "I would prefer to keep my cock sheathed for now. Grarr...if only RuSturak was here instead of burying himself inside a gryphon..."

"He's a dragon, blue. Dragons have sharper urges than kobolds. Get used to it."

Vrelgor tried to. The temptation to take himself inside his maw lashed his slit with intense heat until he started growing again. He paced around the chamber, claws clicking on the stone. Distraction was an useful escape. He nosed through the human-crafted cloth. Some had the scents of their makers, while others belonged to gryphons. Vrelgor nuzzled the walls. Curious, how smooth the stone felt against his scales. After two complete tours, he dropped onto his back and even played with the cloths and pillows he had around, kicking them into the air and flapping his wings to keep them there.

Time passed so slowly. With no topics or anything else to engage in, the two males crawled together and fell asleep in a pile of tails and cloth.

"Up. Now!"

Vrelgor blinked his eyes. The human sorceress was back, her voice sharper, her demeanor changed.

"RuSturak?" Vrelgor asked.

"He is not the problem now, dragon, but that marauder you strived to protect. He descended upon one of our herb caravans, sparing no man and no beast. Only one escaped. A scout that secluded himself in a cave for days before he made his way back, starved, dirty, on the brink of death."

Vrelgor had no idea what to say. His stomach churned with fear, yet his claws curled with anger at his brother's foul actions. How could he?

"You need to lead us to that dragon now. Get up. Stop wasting my time and stand on your fours!"

"No," Vrelgor hissed.

"What?" the woman's face contorted, her features becoming sharper, redder.

"We are here to bring peace, not start another conflict between our races."

"You are here because I brought you! If you will not aid, then the bronze one will."

"Wrong," Dahrzin flapped his wngs.

Kshira pointed a sharp finger at him. "Don't speak for him, kobold."

"I can, and I will. There is no cunt in the entire world, no cock, no ass, magic or charm you can weave to bend RuSturak's will. He is a dragon, and they protect their own, same as kobolds."

"Nrrrhhh...we shall see if you change your minds when I throw you into the dungeons!"

"You can't do that. Only the Herald-"

"He speaks through me, kobold. All decisions he makes, all the plans he takes. I make them. Me! Nobody else! And you have forced me upon a most unfortunate path. If you would rather aid the enemies of our empire, then I shall treat you just the same as we treat them."

"Unfortunate indeed," Dahrzin said. "We shall choose to fight our way through the punishment then. The house of Akerion is my choice. Prepare a caravan. We depart as soon as you will allow us."

The woman stormed out of the room.

"That tickled her the wrong way," Dahrzin said. "Saw how she frowned when I mentioned that name?"

"I was too distracted by the searing pain lashing through my belly," Vrelgor scratched at the ground. "How? How could everything turn sour so quickly? One moment she played her tricks on our cocks and in the next she is ready to tear our insides out."

"That is the fickle nature of a human, dear blue," Dahrzin said, imitating RuSturak's teasing voice.

"Don't. Not now."

"But now is the best time to turn this situation against them. Akerion is probably an enemy of this Herald too, given the way she reacted when I spoke his name. Perhaps we can make use of this forbidden knowledge...if we can find a way out of this mountain of polished stone first."

"Can we fly? Maybe they'll-"

"No chance, dragon. If fortune is with us, gryphons will tear our wings before we reach the forest. If not, dragons will do it. Either way, our best chance is to wait for the proper moment, then make our escape."

"Not without RuSturak. We're not leaving him behind."

"We may have to, blue...we may have to."

Vrelgor was in the process of stomaching that dreadful thought when the sorceress returned with a squad of ten men. He was escorted along a winding hallway. The air grew musty and cold, the stone below his paws etched with slime. The dungeon was more fit for humans than dragon, and Vrelgor had to tuck his wings to squeeze himself inside a cramped cell.

"This place spares no man or beast. When your minds wither and your scales sicken with slime, I expect a better answer."

And with that she turned her back and walked away.

***END OF CHAPTER 8***

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