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Murtagh and Thorn finally landed after 2 days worth of flying. "How are you feeling Thorn?" 'Tired, but I'm sure that this is the place.' Thorn replied as Murtagh swung his legs over the side and jumped down. "All right son, come on." He said as he lifted a dark skinned half-elf from the saddle. The young boy smiled as his feet hit the ground. "Is this where uncle Eragon is dad?" "Maybe. Papa Thorn says their scent ends here." Murtagh cupped his hands to his mouth. "ERAGON! SAPHIRA!" As usual no answer was given. 'You try that every time, and every time no one answers.' Thorn said amused at his rider's efforts. "Shut up you overgrown lizard." Murtagh said as the half-elf giggled. 'You first you stubborn two-leg.' Thorn said lying down. "Brody, we're going to rest here." Murtagh said taking Thorn's Saddle off. "Get our packs okay? I've got to talk to Thorn.'

The young boy nodded and opened Thorn's saddlebag. 'Are you sure you're okay Thorn?' Murtagh asked as he noted his dragon's agitated state. 'This urge is driving me insane. If I don't cum soon, I may just lose my mind. You'd better be right about them.' 'They'll help us. Eragon wouldn't let you suffer.' 'I hope so. Until we leave or find them, I'm going to attempt to sleep.' Murtagh nodded as Broeden pulled out a sleeping bag, a blanket, and a tent that connected to Thorn's saddle. "Leave the tent son. It's clear enough we don't need it tonight. We'll just sleep under the stars. It's a beautiful night." Murtagh said as he used magic to create a small fire pit. Brody returned the tent to the saddle, as Murtagh layed out the sleeping bag by Thorn, before starting a fire in the pit. "Brody, let's go find a place to wash up before dinner."

'I saw a stream not far from here. By those caves you were so adament not to stay at.' Thorn said as Murtagh smiled and stripped off his tunic. Brody nodded and stripped off his tunic as well. Murtagh winced as he saw the scars on his adoptive son's back Broeden had been a slave. He'd escaped with his birth father's help after being flogged for something that he hadn't done wrong. His father was killed afterward. He had stumbled into Murtagh and Thorn's camp, before collapsing. Murtagh had nursed him back to health and after hearing his story adopted the young half-elf. Murtagh kissed the boy's head gently before removing his boots. Smiling the boy mimicked his father kissing Murtagh's cheek, before removing his boots. Murtagh kept his leggings on as he was naked under them. He'd hated the hot months and often would go without any underclothing and even sleep nude. Though he hadn't since Broeden had become his son.

The boy had nightmares often and sought out Murtagh's sleeping bag so often, Murtagh had relented and let the boy sleep with him every night. Since then he had slept barefoot and barechested. Smiling he picked up his son, and made the trek to the nearby clearing. As they reached it, Murtagh noticed that there were multiple caves. "Dad why aren't we going to your friends in Alagaesia? You said that you were freinds with the queen." The question was so sudden, Murtagh stopped. "Because... Because no one there trusts me. Do you remember when I told you how I got my scars?" The boy nodded. "Well he made sure no one would trust me again. Only Eragon and Saphira still trust us. Besides they might be the only ones who could help Thorn." He made his way to the stream. Placing Broeden down, he unsheathed Zar'oc and placed it on the bank. "Because of his thing?" Murtagh ran his hand through his hair. The previous night, Thorn had walked into their camp fully erect. Though Murtagh had put Brody to bed it appeared he'd seen the dragon's member. "You saw that, huh?" Broeden nodded. "It's big." Murtagh silently agreed as he removed the last of his clothing and walked into the slightly warmed water. Noticing it was nearly up to his chest, he turned to Broeden. "Jump in son I'll catch you!" Brody nodded and jumped toward his father, who caught him. "Yes son, because of his thing. It's starting to hurt Papa Thorn. Eragon and Saphira may be the only one's that can help. Now, let's get washed up okay?" The young boy nodded as Murtagh held him and washed himself and the child. Once they we're clean, they moved to the edge of the river and began splashing each other. After a while they lay in the soft grass warming their bodies under the warm sun. Murtagh smiled as Broeden saw a squirrel and chased after it. "Stay close Brody! Don't get too far away!" Murtagh said as the boy continued to chase the animal into a cave. Smiling he gripped The handle of Zar'oc as he let his mind roam the area. He felt the minds of the different creatures around him. The terror of the squirrel, the joy of Brody as he chased him.

He could feel Thorn nearby and could tell the dragon was asleep. He found himself able to access the dragon's mind. Slowly he looked inside. He wasn't surprised at the dream he found himself in.

(A.N. Thorn's POV) I growl in anger as I'm forced to watch. Murtagh lay before me being flogged by the oath breaker for letting Eragon and Saphira go. I know I'm powerless to stop him. Murtagh went against orders. The king beats him terribly. This time I will stop him. I must. He pulls off my rider's remaining clothing. 'Please Don't!' I beg knowing Murtagh is too weak to defend himself. I know what will happen. I've had this dream too many times. I scream at my body to move, but it remains still. I let out a mournful cry as the king forces himself onto him. Tears fall down my Rider's eyes as he begs for it to stop, and to me to help. I do nothing but watch. The vision changes. The king speaks those words. The words which enslave me. The words I hate with every fiber of my being. He tells me to do it. I have no choice. I rake my claws through my Rider's tunic, leggings, and breeches. He's already barefoot. Tears come to my eyes as I place my forepaw on his upper back pushing him down. He cries out that he forgives me. The king thrusts hard. He screams in pain. He sobs as I'm forced to hold him. I sob as I sense him wish for death. The scent of his seed reaches my nose. The king laughs telling Murtagh he knew he'd come to love it. He pulls out, there's blood. Murtagh is silent.

Murtagh watched the nightmare in sadness before the vision changed again. This time he was seeing as himself. He lay on his bed. His ass hurt terribly. His back throbbed with every single sob. He didn't care. He'd destroyed two great creatures. Two creatures who taught his brother. He saw Thorn lean forward and nuzzle him. He wrapped his arms around the Ruby dragon. Thorn licked him gently. Murtagh groaned as he felt the wet tongue slide over his body. He remembered this. This was the moment. Murtagh lay still as Thorn licked him all over. His face, chest, legs, even his cock. He found his length hardening. He groaned as Thorn wrapped his tongue around his cock and rubbed up and down. Making it harder before taking it into his mouth.