A Traitor’s Redemption: Part 1: The Betrayal
A Traitor's Redemption: Part 1: The Betrayal
By: Pyros Byrnur
An observer with a particularly troubled past is thrown into danger.
Disclaimer: This story is meant for persons 18+ years of age. It contains consensual sex between a male dragon and a female dragoness, romance, and some back story. If any of this offends you, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy!
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"One of the biggest similarities that has been discovered among all the realms we have explored is that dragons of every realm face conflict throughout their existence. Tierman dragons are no different in this respect. However, we, as Tiermans, can trace the beginning of our troubles back to the actions of one dragon in particular."
-Tierman History, Volume 2
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"Furiel, they're setting you up you know." A Byrnur spoke, relaxing back in a luxurious chair, his feet kicked up on a stand. The one he spoke to had his paws behind his head, relaxing similarly in a nearby couch, his feet kicked up on the arm of the couch as well. Furiel Byrnur nodded his head slowly, taking a sip from his glass of the local brew before he responded. "I know. But there's not much I can do about it. If I don't take this opportunity, there may never be another chance to start working my way back into society." His brother nodded in return, "I know. But getting killed won't exactly help in any way. Just... Just be careful." Furiel smirked uncharacteristically, his lips curled upwards in a rare smile. "Hey, when have I ever been anything but?"
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The same red stood before an open realm portal the next day, clothed in an observer's robe, and carrying a bag full of weapons, tools and supplies over one shoulder. He looked into the swirling vortex that would take him away, then looked over his shoulder, searching the milling crowds. After a moment, his eyes caught his brother's, their gazes meeting for several moments before they both gave one final nod goodbye. Furiel then turned, and without a second thought, took a step right into the vortex.
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Hours later...
"After him!" "Don't let the bastard escape!" "Kuraa, over here!" Angry barks and yells filled the lush forest, anthro furs and their four-legged counterparts rushing to and fro, searching for the intruder. A dragon had appeared in their village a mere few hours ago, and had been immediately attacked. Unfortunately, their village guards weren't able to finish him off before he was able to slip off into the nearby woods. The entire village had turned out to hunt him down; the prospect of killing one of the few remaining dragons in their world was quite a push for many of them to participate.
Deep in the woods, Furiel stumbled along, clutching his belly as he made his way as fast as he could away from the search parties pouring into the woods. He'd expected things to be a little more intense than the briefing had hinted, but nothing like this! Only 7 hours in and already things had gone to high hell. Only his paws were keeping his guts from slipping from his body as he made his way through the woods. He cursed to himself several times for falling so easily into the trap. He'd suspected everything -but- the residential attitude towards dragons; the briefing had said that they were dragon-friendly. That had been a complete and under lie; as soon as he'd stepped foot in the village, archers peppered him with arrows, and the gate slammed shut behind him. He didn't know how he'd made it out in what could barely be considered one piece.
His thoughts proved to be too much of a distraction, and his foot caught on a stray root, sending him sprawling to the ground, landing heavily with a low grunt and curse. He raised his head slowly, shaking it and stopping for a moment to catch his breath. "D... Damn... You were right... brother..." His paw slipped down his belly as he collapsed. His eyes shut tiredly, then quickly shot open as his paw pressed against something hard. Pulling it out, Furiel caught sight of a glistening emerald gem that had been tucked into the pockets of his robe. With it was a note, scribbled in messy handwriting that he easily recognized as his brother's: "Furiel, I couldn't tell you what they had planned. There's too many that would rather see you dead than as the hero you are. Use this when you've lost all hope. Good luck brother, I'll be waiting for you."
The bleeding red looked down at the gem, frowning softly. He couldn't go much farther with how much blood he was losing. All he could do was hope that whatever enchantment his brother had put on the gem would help him out of the mess he was just thrown into. After a moment of consideration, he pressed the gem to his forehead and sucked in a deep breath. Seconds later, a piercing scream filled the woods, sending birds flying.
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"Ooomph!" The dragon grunted as he hit something solid, finding himself sprawled on the ground again. His eyes flickered open as he shook off whatever knocked him down, and then realized that the ground itself was different. Gone was the dirt floor of the woods, replaced by tiled flooring. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" Furiel's gaze swept upwards and caught a sight of the dragon he'd run into. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the green dragoness sprawled on the floor a few feet away. "D... Delena...?!"
The dragoness was a Craess dragon, another species of Tierman dragon only slightly dissimilar from Byrnurs. Their kind were typically scaled a jade green, with dark green belly scales and irises. Instead of the sensitive frills gracing Byrnur dragons, the Craess had medium-sized spiral horns that curled around behind their skulls and ended in a sharp point just below their eye ridges. They were also slightly more squat than other Tiermans, most of them only reaching about 5' 7". Delena was not very different from the typical female Craess, her curves slightly gentler than others, giving her small frame a very streamlined look.
She didn't, however, seem to hear Furiel's stuttering, and stood up slowly and began collecting her books. The red could do little but stand and stare down at her, babbling like a fool. "Delena? Can't you hear me? How are you here? Where are we? Delena I-" The dragon stopped when he heard himself talking again, without trying! "I'm so sorry miss, are you alright?" The female looked up at him at last, hearing those words for some reason, though not his others.
"I'm fine, thank you." The Craess replied, reaching down to pick up her books, scattered across the floor by their collision. Furiel felt himself reaching down to help her, offering the green a soft smile. "Let me help you with that." Delena smiled and quickly picked up the rest of her books with his help, their paws touching on the last one in a typical cliché moment before she snatched it up, blushing slightly. "Thank you again sir. If you'll excuse me, I'm late for class. Sorry again!" She quickly spoke before she scampered off a little hurriedly before the male could notice how flustered she was. Furiel stood there for a few moments, blinking in astonishment. That couldn't have been her... then again, he looked at his surroundings, finding himself back in Tierma, at a very familiar healer's chapel, then back down at his own body, no longer gutted and slashed, and in an apprentice's robe, only dirtied by his collision with the Craess. "What happened to m-"
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"-e?! Oomph!" The red groaned, finding himself sprawled on the ground again, his body once again in the forest, wounded and still running, at least until he crashed to the ground once his flashback had ended. He quickly dug into his robes and pulled forth the same emerald, staring at it for a brief moment. "What is this...? How is this supposed to help m-?" Once again, the emerald flashed before his eyes, knocking him unconscious again.
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When he woke again, he was staggering on his feet, blood staining his robes still, though far less than he was in the forest. He was surrounded by numerous dragons of several different races, all Tierman, and all in the midst of puberty. A few of them had bruises and bloody faces, though none of them any where as bad off as he was. It was a brief respite from their tangle, and it seemed like they were getting ready for the next round. He gave himself a quick check, but staggered. "That's odd," he thought, "I'm far more hurt in the forest but I can still mo- ah... right. I'm still a teen." As soon as the thought left him, the gang of dragons converged on him again, swinging. Before another blow landed though, a voice shot through the crowd around the combatants. "That's -ENOUGH-!" The gang of pubescent dragons immediately stumbled, stopping themselves in mid-swing.
Furiel turned to see who stopped the fight and gave a weak grin. Delena stepped between the dragons watching the fight, like his guardian angel, and began berating the entire group. She was one of the top students in the school, and one of the most popular, so the boys listened to her. Before the male could even give a sigh of relief, her attention turned to him. This time, her eyes held no embarrassment, only disgust and anger. "And you! I don't care what college you're from warrior, but nobody starts fights in this healer's chapel!" It was the male's turn to blush, looking to his feet in shame as she yelled for another few minutes. His eyes started to lose focus as she kept it up, apparently he was worse off than he thought. Just before he collapsed, she moved to his side and caught him. "Fool male... typical... getting in over his head..." the Craess muttered lowly, pulling his arm around her and helping him out of the room.
He faded in and out of consciousness as they moved, his feet barely shuffling along enough for her to get him to the infirmary. As soon as she laid him out on the nearest cot, his vision faded to black. He expected to wake up back in that horrible forest, but when his gaze cleared again, he was still in that familiar cot. The red turned slowly, his gaze slowly clearing up before Delena returned to his vision, shaking her head in a mother hen manner. "Um... th... thanks..." Furiel stuttered out slowly. The green cut him off quickly, "Don't thank me. Unlike you, I was just doing my job."
Delena narrowed her eyes to near slits, glaring mutedly at the male before she started to cool off, seeing his abashed gaze quickly turning to the ground. She let out a small sigh, putting a few claws to her forehead and rubbing before she spoke again. "What were you thinking, starting a fight with all those males anyways? Surely they teach you how to count where you come from." The Byrnur looked up at her and shook his head, "They were..." His fierce gaze quickly softened before averting from hers again, "They were just... being jerks..." His voice trailed off slowly, obviously lying. "Whatever you say male..."
Furiel closed his eyes before, over the next few minutes, explaining that he was there to check up on his sister. She'd been abused, both verbally and physically by some of her classmates, but she was too proud, or too afraid, to tell anyone about it. Luckily some of the staff had noticed her once-perky attitude quickly muted, and unexplained bruises and cuts appearing on a near-daily basis. When he'd approached his sister the day before he bumped into Delena in the hallway, she'd denied anything of the sort going on, and yelled at him, claiming that he didn't treat their baby brother the same way.
"I see... well, I've noticed that the gang you were fighting have been more arrogant and cocky than usual... I think I can help you get back at them, make sure they stop harassing your sister-" The same green flash blinded Furiel again, drowning out Delena's face slowly.
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When his vision faded back in, he was in the forest, stumbling along with the emerald clutched firmly in one paw. He glanced around, not recognizing any of the nearby trees, completely lost in the woods now. The barks, at least, subsided, and the yells of the search parties had faded out. For now, it looked like they'd lost his trail. He continued to stumble through the woods before he snuck another glance towards the emerald in his paw.
The gem looked drained somehow, the brilliant emerald sheen was dulled, and the glossy, smooth surface felt rougher, almost like sandpaper. He slowed his run down, walking through the woods a little quieter now as he took his time to look down at the memory gem. He didn't remember his brother ever drawing the memories from him... he didn't understand how his memories could have been recorded. It looked like there were a few more memories stored in the rough emerald, and he squeezed it again.
This time, the flash was smaller, and he could still feel himself walking through the forest. However, in his mind, he was drawn away again. When the green glow faded away, his gaze was caught by Delena spinning around before him, giggling as they wandered through the empty, dark hallways. "I can't believe we did that!" She spun, her robe flapping up a little in the air as she grinned in his direction. "Did you see their faces?!" Furiel could do little but grin in return; her bubbly moods always had that effect on him. "Yeah... we got them. I don't think my sister will have much trouble from them anymore."
The green nodded, slowing down a bit as they got closer to her dorm hall, walking backwards now and smiling. "That's good. She seemed like such a nice dragonette. I'll watch out for her for you when you leave Furiel." She winked, grinning toothily. The Byrnur returned her grin, especially when she slowed in front of her door. He stepped a little closer when she stopped, his muzzle a mere couple of inches away from hers as their gazes met again, the pair staring into each others very souls for a few moments. Furiel whispered softly, "Thank you for your help Delena... I don't know what I would've done without you..."
The Craess's cheeks flushed slightly as she gave him an embarrassed reply, "It was my pleasure Furiel... I had a lot of fun with you these past few weeks..." They stood there, hot breath shooting from one to the other, the moonlight from the nearby windows illuminating the otherwise dark hallway. "Would... would you like to come in Furiel?" Furiel's lips curled upwards in a smile before he leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I'd love to."
Furiel could see himself both walking forward in the forest, and walking through Delena's door in his memories. She turned as he followed her in, closing the door behind him, both dragons blushing in nervousness. They stood there for a moment, the silence awkward, neither of them willing to suggest what they were both thinking. Furiel would be leaving the next day, his lengthy trip to help his sister had set him back far enough in his training as it was, and neither of them were looking forward to saying goodbye in the next morning. They fully intended on making their last night together as memorable as they could.
Furiel finally decided to make the first move, stepping closer to the dragoness who had so graciously taken time to help him. He raised his arms, paws landing on the sides of her muzzle and gently guided her lips to his. Delena's eyes widened a bit, having expected it, but still not ready for her first kiss. It took a few moments of their lips dryly pressing against each other before she responded, her own paws slipping upwards to wrap around his neck, pulling his muzzle down against her own more firmly. Her lips parted with his, their forked tongues meeting at the join between their warm mouths, entwining fluidly, squeezing and squirming together.
Their breaths were hot against each other, her gaze captivated by his. His lips curled upwards again as he pulled her closer, her soft form pressed more firmly against his more physically powerful one, enough that he could feel her breasts rising and falling with each excited breath, and that she could feel the growing arousal between his legs. All of these new sensations proved to be too much for Delena at once, and she pulled herself from the kiss slowly, their tongues only reluctantly releasing. Even then, their lips remained a mere centimeter or two apart as she let out a happy, lust-filled sigh. "Furiel... I..." The male stopped her by pressing his lips to hers again, their tongues seeking, and finding each other's once again. The dragons held the kiss for a good few minutes, their grips on each other tightening as they showed their growing love physically for the first time.
When their kiss ended again, Delena's doubts were laid to rest, and her body was pressed quite solidly against his own. He smiled down to her, his paws squeezing her against him reassuringly as he started to walk her back towards her bed. She followed him, taking small baby steps to keep herself closely held against him. Soon, she felt her legs hit the front of her bed. Furiel's paws shifted a little lower down her back, shifting the support so that he could lay her back on the bed. He lowered her gently, his own torso following hers, pressing her firmly into the bed with his own weight. Their gazes caught again, eyes filled with affection and love for one another, neither wanting the night to end, but knowing it would only get better.
Again their maws met in a wet, loving kiss, though this time, their paws were not idle. Her slim, carefully cleaned paws slid up and down his form, pulling off his robes slowly, revealing his physically toned form to her exploring paws. She slipped her claws up and down slowly, tracing the curvature of his muscles, feeling them shift beneath his hide as he explores her own soft body. His calloused paws slipped up her back, stroking over her wingbases on the way up before he started to peel her own robe off. When her robe was sufficiently open, he pulled back from their kiss, letting her look over his body, and giving him the same opportunity.
Delena's body was just a small nude as it was clothed, but her size gave her a petite beauty that was accentuated by the small breasts raising and falling with each breath and the dark green nipples that stood erect with her arousal. Her scales were bright and blended beautifully, her belly scales matching her jade green eyes. His own arousal jumped as his gaze swept down to the pink slit hidden between her legs. It was small, sized appropriately to her body type, but it glistened wetly with her heat, the lips spread slightly by her spread legs.
While he looked down her body, Delena did the same to him, her eyes taking in his finely sculpted body, the training of his profession demanding that he be in peak physical shape. He lacked many scars however, as he was still in training, leaving his blood-red hide nearly untouched. His fiery orange belly scales matched his eyes and crest, though she didn't know about how sensitive it was. She smiled at how strong he seemed, though what she was really interested in at the moment lay between his legs. The pink length throbbed in arousal, nearly ten inches in length and at least an inch and a half wide; even as she watched, a slick drop of precum dripped from the tip and splashed against her groin. A blush burned through her cheeks as she saw how aroused she made him, the thought of him taking her virgin sex with that powerful shaft sent a strong shiver of arousal through her body, translating into greater production of the fluids already coating her walls, preparing her for the upcoming mating.
Words were no longer necessary, the pair of lust-filled dragons quickly slipping off their remaining clothing before they leapt into each others arms once again, Delena laying beneath her chosen male, her legs wrapped around his waist and tugging him down insistently. Furiel's paws pressed against his chosen female's breasts, pressing them gently as his rough paw pads rubbed against her sensitive nipples with each gentle squeeze, his hips keeping his stiff maleness from slipping down into her just yet. He stared down into her eyes again, sending her another inaudible promise of his love, before he slowly gave in to the pushing at his hips, the tapered head of his dragonhood slowly spreading her dewy pink lips apart and slipping down her tight, moist sex.
The red stopped after he fit a good half foot of himself between her legs, his breath hot against her own as the female shuddered beneath him, her walls squeezing at the meat he'd fit into her so far. She let out a small moan now and then, enjoying the hot feeling of his shaft spreading her virgin sex so wide, and soon, slipping further up into her burning cunt, filling her need for a male. Soon, he felt the small fleshy barrier within her, keeping him from taking her completely as his own. He looked to her eyes again, lifting a paw from her well-squeezed breast to stroke her cheek, guiding her lips to his own. Their tongues entwined quickly, their mouths hotter than before, the heat of the moment warming their bodies, and keeping her mind off of the sudden pain flaring from his next thrust, carrying him fully within her body and breaking her hymen with one smooth push.
Delena let out a small cry of pain when he took her virginity, her body spasming beneath him slightly as a short spike of agony jolted through her before it slowly began to fade away, giving way to the intense pleasure of feeling her love fill her out so completely, their bodies joined as one at last. The female settled down slowly, her feet pressing against Furiel's hips to pull him against her once again. He smiled through their kiss, his tongue tugging on her own as he slowly pulled himself from the wet embrace of her sex, slipping his throbbing dragonhood halfway out of her, already glistening with her juices before he slid himself back into her, rocking his hips slowly, building up a rhythm. The air began to fill with the grunts and groans of the two mating dragons, Furiel's hips rising and falling, slowly picking up speed, his thick maleness spreading his mate's folds apart, the tip flaring and dribbling slick pre deep into her belly. Her walls squeezed firmly around him, the massaging tightening as their mating continued, her own juices squeezing out from between her legs with each gentle thrust.
"Oh godss... Oh godsss Furiel... yesss..." Delena hissed, her eyes clenched shut as she rode out the waves of pleasure rushing over her body, clenching down on the pistoning shaft spreading her open over and over again, her sex oozing with her arousal, squirting it out with each smooth, squishy thrust into her body. Her male grinned down at her, his paws reaching back slowly and unwrapping her legs from his waist, pulling them up over his shoulders and thrusting down into her, the new position giving him access to even deeper regions of her soaked cunt, his tip battering against her cervix now, pushing and prodding at the sensitive barrier to her womb. Her eyes widened a bit as he pulled her legs up, though they closed around his neck, squeezing it harshly as she let out a low roar of delight when his shaft thrusted so deeply within her, a small bulge showing in her groinal scales. That bulge swelled slowly as their mating continued, his precum finding its way into her womb, seeping inside with each fresh sticky pulse against her barrier, slowly breaking it down as he pounded himself deeper each time, working them both closer to their mutual climax.
The room filled with the smell of their mating, the sweat and sexual fluids dripping from their bodies, their groins soaked in their sticky, musky arousal, more of it dripping out of her sex and off of his legs with each heartfelt push. Her bed started to creak, with their exertions, the sound almost drowned out by the passion-filled cries of both dragons, their grunts and groans loud enough that the healers in the adjacent rooms started to rouse from their beds.
Delena forced her eyes open slowly, staring up lovingly at her mate, sweat coating her upper body almost as much as his pre coated her inner walls. Her paws came up to squeeze at her chest, claws flicking at her nipples while she let out another loud groan, feeling his shaft graze across a particularly sensitive spot within her. "Godsss Furiel... please... I'm... almost... *groan* there..." The male grinned, nodding his head and slowly leaned forward, pressing her legs to her belly, curling her backwards and exposing her completely to his thrusts, his balls slapping wetly against her rump. He leaned down, clamping his jaws around her neck as he slowed his thrusts now, giving her slow, solid thrusts, one after another, both of them teetering on the edge. After a scant few of these hard pushes, the Craess clenched her eyes shut again and let out a loud roar, announcing her climax as her inner walls squeezed and milked at Furiel's shaft, pulling at it, insisting that he empty himself into her womb.
The Byrnur resisted for a mere moment, enough to pull himself free of her vice-like grip and give her one last thrust, pushing his thick, oozing tip through her tight sex, and fluidly breaking through her cervix and into her already soaked womb, just in time for his shaft to begin throbbing within her. His balls pulled upwards, rushing his seed down his dragonhood and gushing out deep within her womb, splashing it against her walls in hot, sticky jets. He opened his jaws, releasing her neck and joined in her roar, bucking his hips against her own as he enjoyed the feeling of her soaked and stretched cunt squeezing around his sensitive maleness, milking him for every drop of his fertile dragoncum, her womb bulging out quite prominently now, the sheer pressure of the fluids held within her forcing it to expand. They shuddered against each other, their fluids rushing down her tunnel and spraying against their groinal scales once again with a lewd squirting noise. That squirt resounded throughout the room several times over as Delena's sex was overfilled, each jet of Furiel's seed forcing some of the older fluids to seep out of her. After a few minutes, Furiel settled down atop of his now-deflowered love, his arms wrapping around her after releasing her legs, holding her close to his chest even as his shaft remained hard within her. "I love you Delena..." He whispered softly into her ear. "And I love you Furiel..."
A mere few minutes later, they were already at it again, their last night together was filled with furious mating and tender love. By the next morning, her bed was completely soaked with their cum, her belly swollen with his seed, and neither of them could walk straight.
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Furiel awoke in the forest again, his eyes red and sore, tears running down his cheeks as he remembers the love that he lost so many years ago. It still hurt... it was his fault that she was gone, and he knew it. When he'd found out what had happened, he'd been suicidal for weeks. He still didn't understand how these memories were supposed to help him... and at this point, he didn't care. All it had shown him was a life that he once had, and happy moments that he could never live again. When he looked up, seeing the mob of furs heading in his direction, he sank to his knees, sobbing pitifully. He didn't want to go on. To him, there was no point in living anymore. As the group of furs started to surround him, drawing their weapons, the emerald crumbled in his paw and flashed one last time.
This time, the image was quick. It was a view of his Delena, on her back on a cot in what seemed to be an infirmary. She was sweating as harshly as she was in the flashback of their first mating, but this time, it wasn't his memory. It was someone else's. His eyes slowly widened as the memory of Delena let out a loud cry and a gush of blood showed between her legs. Another Craess lifted a heavy egg from between her legs, a gout of flame cleaning the bloody egg before it was placed in the care of another dragon. The person showing the memory reached forward and stroked Delena's sweating face and spoke, "Your son will be strong Delena..." Furiel's eyes widened when he recognized the voice. It was his brother... Delena replied as the vision faded from his mind, "Take care of the child Pyros... and don't let Furiel die without knowing he was a father..."
Furiel's eyes shot open as the furs moved in on him. "I'm a father?!" The light darkened around him as the furs closed in. He yelled as they attacked, "I'M A FATHER!!!"
To be continued...
*Author's Note: Finally got it done! Man that took forever. ? First story involving the Byrnur family. Again, I love constructive criticism and comments in general, please leave them!*