Diplomacy
What sort of relationship could an adventuring sorcerer and a red wyrm dragon hope to have together? A sequel to 'Compromise' ().
The first thing Telan Vanisian Stormcaller (master sorcerer and diplomat, two time savior of the world, master of the primal forces of magic and veteran adventurer) heard when the tenth day of negotiations began was that- shockingly- both sides had come to an agreement. Telan was practically beside himself; bone-grindingly difficult land rights negotiations never, ever, ever ended quickly. Or amicably.
"What brought this about? When we recessed yesterday you said you'd sooner burn the forest to the ground that cede an inch of it back to the Elves, and they said that if you tried anything of the sort they would call down the vengeful fury of a thousand..."
He was interrupted by the ambassador from Cromlech, a short and pudgy man who's appearance and friendly mannerisms belied how incisive and vicious he could be at a negotiating table. "What!? No, no, no! You were quite right, you know, when you told us we were being, ah, 'insane' for not agreeing with your terms. Upon close examination, we realized they perfectly meet the needs of both the Elves and the people of Cromlech!"
" Yes! All that was just simple posturing! Our similarities and points of concurrence were always greater than our differences and disagreements!" The Elven minister interjected, nervously drumming his slender fingers together.
"Have... have you two been coerced in any way?" Telan whispered, gazing furtively into the crowd of assembled functionaries behind the two ambassadors.
"No! No, no, not at all! Mr. Stormcaller, I assure you that this is entirely on the level! After what you said yesterday, we met together after the formal negotiations had been completed for the day and worked out the remaining- minor issues- ourselves. We owe you an immense debt of gratitude!" The man from Cromlech said, his enormous smile belied by the trickle of nervous sweat dripping down his pasty face.
Tekan sighed. He knew exactly what was going on: Sezarikan.
He should have seen it coming, really. When he told the dragon he was going to be busy with negotiations and thus not available for several weeks, Sezarikan hadn't expressed a hint of disappointment. He had just smiled that damned all-knowing smile of his and wished Telan good luck.
In his forty-odd years, Telan had seriously dated five males, and had relations with dozens. Humans, Elves, Lizardfolk, Tieflings, three Drow, a Dwarf, and even a Celestial. Most of them had been fellow adventurers, a few had been employers or friends, and two of them had even been former enemies. His experience with romance, companionship and sex was beyond extensive. Despite this, nothing he had done had prepared him for what it would be like to have a relationship with an elder dragon... especially one as unique and powerful as Sezarikan. For one thing, the dragon had an awfully hard time showing his affection; instead of a hug or an 'I-love-you', he would build a school or incinerate something evil. Telan's fellow party members were beginning to take note of how strange the infamous wyrm had been acting recently; it was going to be impossible to keep everything secret for much longer.
At first, it had been nothing more than a few scattered, clandestine and purely sexual encounters. Telan had been quite surprised to find how much he enjoyed sneaking around behind his party's back, having sex with a dragon while transformed into one himself. Telan began to look forward to their furtive sessions, and not just for the sex. The two of them would talk continental politics endlessly and swap arcane lore whilst trading rhetorical barbs and debating philosophy. Slowly, without intent or design, they had gone from cautious détente to something approximating a real relationship. A very, very strange relationship, but a relationship nonetheless.
Telan's thoughts returned to the problem at hand. How stable was this accord going to be? The terms of the treaty were completely fair and impartial, if somewhat unconventional. He had expected to have to wrangle with the more closed-minded leaders on both sides of the border for several agonizing weeks before convincing them to accept it, but he knew that once they agreed and they saw it in action it would hold. Would it hold now, with such a rushed timetable and after such blatant coercion? It was impossible to predict. It wasn't like he had a choice now; he couldn't well drag them back to the negotiating table just to convince them to agree to the same damned provisions, could he?
Telan forced himself to smile with feigned sincerity. "Well gentlefolk, I'm glad to hear that reason and civic-mindedness have prevailed. May your peoples both prosper and enjoy a long and fruitful peace!"
"Indeed!"
"Hear, hear!"
"Bravo! Magnificent!"
Then came another half-hour of formalities, but Telan's mind had already wandered far away. He needed a hot meal, good drink, and a word with Sezarikan.
When the negotiations finally let out, Telan made a beeline for the nearest inn. He had barely had time to sit down and take off his coat when a hooded, black-cloaked figure slid into his booth, holding two huge flagons of mead and a platter of sausage rolls.
The quasi-mysterious figure spoke with friendly, self-possessed energy. "Well, I see the meeting went well, my friend! I thought that you expected it to take much longer? Clearly your estimable skill..."
"Oh, save it!" Telan said, torn between amusement and anger. "I thought I asked you not to interfere in my negotiations! These things can be delicate, and a short-term solution that falls apart doesn't do anyone any good!"
"What? Surely you do not think that my presence influenced the course of the negotiations in any way, do you?" The dragon said, tossing his cloak and sword onto the table. Sezarikan had been wearing humanoid forms more often these days, most often affecting the shape of a tall and darkly handsome human. "I merely paid them both my courtesy, to express my most deep and sincere wishes that the talks were progressing in a productive and amicable fashion."
"Oh really?" Telan asked cynically. "I don't suppose that Cromlech's representative might have felt compelled to indulge your wishes, given that his country owes you everything short of its first-born children..."
"I never broached the subject, but you speak truthfully. I have extensively bankrolled their recent infrastructure projects." The polymorphed dragon gave a broad, gleaming smile. "It was a good investment; they will be a first-rate power within the next century."
"Hmph. I don't even want to know what you said to the elves..."
"What a fortunate coincidence! I don't want to tell you!" Sezarikan said merrily, kicking off his shoes. He was getting more and more comfortable with humanoid forms, but he still held most clothing in contempt. "But all of that is quite beside the point. They agreed to your treaty, and your treaty was perfect. I should know; I helped you write some of it."
"Don't take off your shoes at the table! And, yes, the treaty is quite good, but sometimes in diplomacy the path is as important as the destination." Telan said, sighing.
"To address the latter point: that is subject to debate, and I would be more than happy to formally defend my position at a later date. To address the former: I'm happy to say that this particular establishment will most likely not take offense."
"And why is that?"
"Because I just purchased it."
"You know something? This is the most gods-damned insane relationship I've ever been in!" Telan said, staring into his mead as he started into a sausage roll. The wyrm was so damned audacious, so prideful! The only time he abandoned his thick emotional armor of detached arrogance was when he had a hard cock under his tail. "You can't possibly expect to keep our... friendship... secret if you continue to do things like this."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Truth be told, I am starting to care less and less of what others might think of me. You and I, I should say." The polymorphed dragon said, draining half his flagon in a single titanic swig.
"Is that so?" Telan said, with a wry smile. "Truly?"
"Do you doubt the veracity of my words?" Sezarikan asked, taking a healthy swig of his mead. "I would like to avoid the public opprobrium that would certainly follow if our... indiscretions? were to be made common knowledge, but I am a *dragon*. I refuse to slink around in the shadows and I will not be deterred from any course of action by the judgment of my lessers."
Telan smiled and did not respond. He had an idea of how to get back at the egotistical dragon for his interference...
"Regardless, nothing I said and certainly nothing I did today had any impact upon your delicate negotiations, I assure you. I was merely in the city to check on the operation of several eleemosynary organizations that I was considering making donations to and I happened upon each delegation in the most serendipitous manner during the process. It was quite... quite... what are you doing?" Sezarikan spoke, his words trailing off as a strange look crossed his face.
Telan gave him an evil smile, and continued to focus on the telekinetic spell he had just silently cast. He directed the invisible fields carefully, slowly and gently squeezing on the dragon's penis while the rest of the inn was none the wiser.
"By the nine hells! You... we can't do this here, in public!" Sezarikan said in a strained, forceful whisper as he squirmed uncomfortably on his side of the booth. He slid closer to the table between them, trying to hide his growing erection.
"Okay, fine." Telan said, nonchalantly eating another sausage roll as he continued focusing on his spell. "I'll stop as soon as you apologize for screwing with my negotiations."
"Apologize? My friend, if I am guilty of anything, it would be doing you an undeserved favor..." The dragon said back, before he had to stifle a pleasured moan.
"I insist." Telan said, increasing the pace of his telekinetic fondling.
"Telan. Please. Stop." He said, teeth gnashing. "You are being reckless!"
"Apologize!" Telan hissed at him under his breath, rolling his testicles around and caressing his inner thighs.
"I don't see any need for such a triviality! Not when..." Sezarikan began to say. Telan interrupted him with a new telekinetic force, this one pushing apart his ass cheeks and prodding just inside. His eyes scrunched at the intrusion, and a small, strained gasp escaped his mouth. One of the waitresses turned, but he managed to compose himself before her eyes met him.
"Why did you do it!? I specifically told you not to interfere!" Telan said, harshly.
"Y-you seriously underestimate my resolve, h-human..." The dragon said back, squirming and closing his eyes rhythmically. "You should be thanking me! I saved you w-weeks of time-wasting prevarication from that chattel!"
And suddenly, the truth of the matter hit Telan. The negations would likely have taken another two weeks at a minimum, and slinking off to get intimate during the delicate proceedings would have been out of the question. Telan sighed. The dragon's motivation was so damn obvious, yet pride would never let him speak it aloud.
He was lonely.
Sezarikan the Red- scourge of the skies, cunning political mastermind, wealthy entrepreneur, arcane expert and supra-genius intellectual- hadn't had a lover for centuries and a friend for... had he ever had a real friend before?
Telan had spent many years as an adventurer and as a diplomat; cynicism and self-interest were not foreign concepts to him. He despised being manipulated or influenced, and he sure as hell hated being controlled. But this was something else, something different. Sezarikan was not motivated by anything as simple as selfishness. He had been starved of real emotional contact for so long that- having found it- he simply couldn't bear to let it go for any extended period of time.
Telan felt his anger and frustration melt into pity, and he let go of his spell. He looked at his lover, their eyes meeting in a complicated exchange that lasted for a very long time. Telan found himself lost in thought, unsure what to think of their extraordinary relationship.
The trance was broken when he suddenly realized he was feeling mighty chilly. Patting himself down with alarm, Telan realized that all the clothing under his robe had somehow disappeared... or been disintegrated.
"Very cute." He said, uncomfortably pulling his loose robe tighter against his body.
Sezarikan smiled at him, with his damned lazy but predatory smile. A bare foot had slinked its way under Telan's robe, where it started rubbing against Telan's unprotected penis. "I can work spellcraft of my own, human."
Telan gave back a wry, playful smile. Their eyes met again from across the table; they were both quite aroused from the subtle but public display.
Sezarikan spoke up again, his voice more urgent than before. "I think we both know where this is going. Now, before we both make fools of ourselves, we should get a room in my inn and see if the beds are of sufficient quality or if I must order new sleeping accoutrements."
"Right now, right here?" Telan said, surprised. "Look, normally I would be all for it, but when my party hears that negotiations got cut short, they are going to come find me. They have been chomping at the bit to go explore that old temple and if they see us together it's going to raise some very prickly questions... especially from Redahn."
"Yes, yes; the paladin." Sezarikan said dryly, as a bemused smile lit up his face. "The zealous fool once told me that he would personally destroy me if I ever 'embarked upon the wicked ways of my kind'. Can you believe that?"
"That sounds like Redahn, alright. Good man to have in a fight, but he can be a tad... uncompromising. Prudish, too. He's taken more vows of self-sacrifice that I can remember."
The dragon gave a mocking harrumph, taking another healthy swig of his drink. "Remind me again why abstaining from life's pleasures is considered to be sacred?"
"Hey, don't ask me; when I save the world I sure as the hells want to celebrate the fact." Telan said, finishing his own drink and grabbing a third sausage roll.
"Surely it would be better to celebrate the wonder and diversity of the experiences that existence presents while simultaneously serving others! Does it truly detract from one's character to..."
Telan interrupted him. "Ah, stop it you clever bastard; I see where you're going with this! You seriously want to get a room here? I thought you never wanted to have sex as a human; has something changed your mind?"
"Not really, no. But I think I've found a compromise..."
Telan raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The dragon and the sorcerer departed from the table with a haste that can only be seen in people running from large demons or to have particularly good sex, leaving a pile of gold on the table an order of magnitude higher than the bill. Rushing upstairs as fast as possible without being too conspicuous, they entered one of the guest rooms and locked the heavy oak door behind them. Telan was still strongly aroused from their surreptitious foreplay, but even more curious as to what sort of compromise Sezarikan had in mind.
"What exactly is this? Some form of magic I'm guessing?"
The polymorphed wyrm gave a broad, toothy grin, one that looked out of place on a human's face. "Yes, this is something I *must* show you. A rather impressive artifact, which has recently come into my possession and could prove quite useful for our... needs."
"Oh?" Telan said, expectation in his voice. He had a weakness for new and interesting arcana that he couldn't contain if he tried, and the dragon knew it. "Well, let's have a look, shall we?"
Sezarikan reached into his left pocket and brought out a small, gemmed weight scale. Half of it was made of gold and the other half a strange, silvery and dull metal. Arcane glyphs and sigils danced across it like waves across the ocean, and the very fabric of space seemed to thrum in tune with them.
"By Lolth's frigid tits! Are you insane?!" Telan said, tripping over a chair as he ran towards him. "A Scale of Balance! Do you have any idea what that thing is capable of!? You can't bring one of those into a populated area..!"
"Hmm? What do you mean..?" Sezarikan started to say, admiring the artifact.
He was never able to finish his words. Telan crashed into him in an awkward, stumbling fall after tripping over the chair, sending the two of them and the scale to the ground in a violent crash. There was a brilliant, golden flash from the artifact, and a tidal wave of magical energy washed over the two of them.
Telan tried to stand up and found that he could not. His head was spinning so fast, he couldn't hold onto the floor without falling. His body felt disjointed, but uninjured.
A deep, dazed, growling voice came from the other corner of the room. It sounded an awfully lot like Sezarikan did when he was in his true form, except not quite as ear-shattering. "Telan, understand that I say this with naught but friendship and kindness in my heart: you are as dexterous as a pregnant sloth."
Stars shot across Telan's vision, brilliant flashes of throbbing pain that only head trauma could cause. "A... yeah, mayhaps. But tell me, what do you intend to do with a Scale of Balance?"
"What I intended is irrelevant, because you just activated the artifact." Sezarikan said, stumbling to his feet. "I suspect the results shall become obvious soon enough."
"What is that supposed to mean? What did you intend to 'balance' with it? Why are... oh." Telan said, stopping suddenly. He had started rubbing his sore forehead, only to run into the stubby beginnings of a pair of horns. "Human... dragon... half-dragon?" He ventured.
"I would say half-human, but you can be as anthropocentric as you wish." Sezarikan responded, his smile noticeably toothier than it had been earlier.
"Interesting." Telan remarked, as his skin turned into hard, glossy red scales.
Telan had gotten used to the strange sensations associated with transforming into a full dragon, along with the vast changes in size and perspective that accompanied it- but this was much different. For some reason, the vastness of the change insulated his mind from it somewhat, making everything feel alien and different. There was so much power and feeling and life in a dragon's body it was overwhelming at times, hard for him to fully grasp. Despite being much smaller in size and scope, this transformation struck Telan closer to home; intruding on the very concept of self that he held. He felt vaguely human still, but the draconic presence grew stronger and stronger in both his mind and body as it progressed. It wasn't an unwelcome change; dragons were sensual and powerful creatures, with all sorts of interesting body parts and an insatiable sex drive.
The sorcerer felt a long, muscular tail emerge from his backside and snake out below his robe and his knees shift into a digitgrade configuration. As his face started to push out and lengthen into a snout he saw similar changes (reversions?) taking place on his companion. Sezarikan was reveling in his transformation, his hands balling into fists as claws emerged from his fingertips and his smile growing broader as a muzzle replaced his face. Suddenly, his predatory grin looked quite natural. Telan couldn't help but laugh when the true dragon's tail and wings emerged, shredding his clothing in the process. Telan quickly pulled off his robe and tossed it aside before his own batlike, leathery wings started to form on his back, admiring how hard and smooth his naked body had become.
Their transformations came to a close, leaving them both a fusion of dragon and human. Sezarikan was busy tearing the remainder of his tattered clothing off his body, discarding the expensive garments like they were used tissues while Telan helped him. They both stood naked in the room- which now seemed quite small due to their enlarged size- admiring each other's lean, muscular and thick-scaled bodies, draconic vigor surging through them. Their arousal was plainly evident, their huge and thick members already swollen and stiff. To Telan, it was intoxicating; the ideal combination of humanoid mobility and draconic power. A hint of musk already drifted through the room.
"This is not quite what I prefer." The wyrm said, folding his wings against his back. "We are so small! And moving on two legs is awkward and I dare say unstable (as you have proven repeatedly). But Telan, my friend, I am nothing if not amenable to compromise. And besides, it would be quite difficult for me to assume my full size inside most areas of human habitation."
"Well, I think this is perfect." Telan said, chuckling in a gravelly and deep voice as he switched to speaking Draconic. He noticed that Sezarikan- as always, it seemed- was standing there anxiously, waiting for him to make his move.
It was bizarre, but the mighty wyrm simply did not have the courage to seize the initiative. He was always nervous, self-conscious when they first began, hesitant to abandon his pride and conceit and share his body. Telan hadn't even been able to get him to admit what they were doing was gay; the dragon simply brushed it off as 'a trivial detail'. It was hardly surprising; dragons were among the most promiscuous species in the world, but getting Sezarikan to acknowledge anything personal was a daunting task at best.
Well, thought Telan, smiling, bold actions trump silent words.
Telan walked over to Sezarikan, dragonhood swaying pleasurably with every thudding step he took. Firmly grabbing the dragon by his horns, he pulled him into a deep kiss. Sezarikan closed his eyes as it began, letting Telan play with his tongue for several long seconds before slowly returning it. Telan heard the sound of wood being rent apart, as the dragon's powerful talons dug into the floor. He clearly needed this badly; it had been nearly two weeks since their last encounter. How the dragon had managed to stay chaste for several centuries of time before their first encounter was utterly beyond Telan's comprehension. Telan grabbed the wyrm's erection as they continued the kiss, giving it long and slow strokes as they stumbled towards the bed. When they reached the edge, the two fell onto it in a playful tumble. Much to their combined dismay, the sturdy-looking bed collapsed with a loud crack when the eight-hundred odd pounds of dragonkin crashed onto it.
"I guess you do need new beds." Telan said, laughing as he tried to extricate himself from the mess.
Sezarikan's words were muffled by the remains of the bed to which he was pinned, but from the annoyed tone it had been some sort of witty barb.
"What was that? I can't quite hear you." Telan said to the dragon underneath him, thumping his tail on the bent comforter as he straddled his chest. "Say that again?"
Sezarikan brought his head back up and spit out several pillowfeathers, but when he opened his mouth to speak once again Telan shoved himself forward quickly and thrust his member straight into his maw. A look of annoyed surprise flashed across the wyrm's face for a second, before turning into a naughty smile. Sharp fangs grazed his thick member, doing little more than tickle the hard scales, and then the long muzzle engulfed his penis in its entirety. Telan felt warm saliva coat his maleness as a powerful tongue rolled it around and teased precum from his cockslit, and he scooted himself forward to press in deeper. He felt warm air from Sezarikan's snout start to blow against his pubic scales, and balanced himself by grabbing the dragon's horns.
The wyrm's playful, slightly hesitant tongue-work shifted to powerful, needy sucks as they continued. He suckled on the throbbing member filling his mouth, hot saliva and hot sweat dripping from him in equal measure and soaking through the bedding beneath them. Telan felt his own talons grip on parts of the bed frame and break them into smaller pieces, as the fiery embrace on his dragonhood drove him closer and closer to sexual release. Already the temperature in the room had risen a dozen degrees, the body of a red dragon being a furnace few conventional sources could match.
Telan felt something stiff press against the soft underside of his tail, and knew that the hard and hot object had to be Sezarikan's own member. Telan rubbed it with a few long flicks of his tail, but the powerful limb was simply not dexterous enough to do more than tease it. The heat and pressure on his thick cock was already driving Telan toward his peak, but he quickly decided he wanted to take things in a different direction. Telan stood up, withdrawing his penis from the red dragon's mouth with a wet, slurping sound. Quickly casting a lubrication spell, he smeared the cool, wet gel underneath his tail as the wyrm watched in eager but patient anticipation. Grabbing the dragon's shaft with one hand, he eased himself down upon it until the whole shaft above his knot was inside him, the hot girth slowly filling him. There was one interesting and not unwelcome side effect to the shapechanging and polymorping the dragon and sorcerer engaged in- they were both constantly returning to virginal tightness.
Neither could help giving a loud, contented sigh as Telan's ass was filled with dragoncock. Their pleasured moans and growls grew louder and more frequent as Telan expertly rode Sezarikan for all he was worth. Over and over, he would pull himself up until just the fat cockhead remained inside his tight ass, then press himself down on the rough, scaled meat till he could feel his tail base meet Sezarikan's. The dragon's eyes closed with bliss as Telan's ass milked his cock with unyielding force, and Telan panted after every thrust as his prostate was treated to thick dragonmeat. As he felt the dragon under him quiver with impending release, Telan brought one of his transformed claws to his own shaft and started to stroke his saliva-coated cock as fast as his arm could go. Their eyes locked as their orgasms approached, nothing ambiguous about their shared lust.
If there was one thing Telan had learned about draconic anatomy in the last few months, it was that they could produce seed in absolutely mind-boggling quantities. The same supernatural energy that let them defy gravity and breathe deadly forces also made them unbelievably virile. Telan came first, every muscle in his body tensing up as his quivering member began to ejaculate. The wyrm's maw opened in anticipation just quickly enough to catch the first blast of hot, thick cum as it arched towards him, consecutive shots splattering across his neck and horns, his eyelids and his snout. The tension in Telan's body radiated everywhere as he came, his wings unfurling in a dramatic display as his muscular ass clenched down upon the dragoncock inside it with power that dwarfed anything a normal human could muster. Sezarikan came immediately, his mating roar drowned in the sea of cum filling his maw faster than he could swallow it. The pleasant fullness inside Telan exploded into all-consuming completeness as searing, gooey dragonseed shot deep into him and coated his ass and anal passage as Telan continued to move up and down on it.
A look of absolute contentment had fallen on Sezarikan's muzzle, visible even beneath the layer of cum that had settled upon it. Telan laughed at the sight and leaned forward, licking his own rich seed off the wyrm's snout while still impaled on the hot and leaking member underneath him. They kissed again, then slowly licked each other's faces clean of sweat and seed. Telan noticed a burning smell, and realized to his sudden horror they had somehow set the broken bed ablaze during their powerful climaxes, the flames licking their scales barely noticeable. Frantically leaping up, the two dragons smothered the flames with their bare claws and feet, neither able to stop from laughing. Their room resembled nothing so much as a warzone, except that instead of blood or gore pools of preseed and cum lay splattered about.
"How in the hells are we going to explain this?" Telan said, slipping back into Common as he tried to stifle his laughter for a second.
"Hm? Oh, there are any number of ways, but I was thinking of burning the place to the ground and re-building it to ensure complete security, provided that the safety of the staff and patrons could be assured." The elder wyrm answered back playfully, rubbing the wet underside of Telan's tail.
Telan wasn't sure if that was a joke or not. He opened his mouth to speak, but a clawed hand pressed against it softly.
"Let me worry about that; for now there is a far more important task to which you must attend..." Sezarikan said while turning, tail swishing as he got on his knees and leaned against the remains of the bed.
Telan looked over at the dragon's prostrate form, resting his head on the bed with his footpaws spread and tail raised high in the air, his wet and mighty dragonhood gently swaying between his legs. His powerful, sinewy neck turned around, and his molten-lava eyes were filled with need. Telan never quite got used to seeing the powerful dragon in such a submissive pose, but his own dragonhood was rising and swelling at the sight...
Back downstairs...
"It all makes sense now, don't you see?" Lea Valestalker said, with worry in her voice. "The way he has been disappearing recently, for days and hours on end? His strange behavior? It could be any number of things, but blackmail and mind control are first on my list..."
"What are you saying Lea?" Redahn whispered urgently. "Do you think someone or something sabotaged Telan's work?"
"Yes. According to my sources, the negotiations came to an abrupt and mysterious close earlier this afternoon, and Telan was later seen in this very inn confronting a black-clad stranger." The rogue said, flipping through her notebook. "The waitress said they were both acting very strangely, although she couldn't say why. Later they took off in a hurry for upstairs, and Telan hasn't been seen since. My theory is someone deliberately derailed the talks to make him angry enough to do something foolish. He could be in serious danger."
"Not if we have anything to say about that." Redahn said, cracking his plate-clad knuckles and swiftly moving toward the stairs. Lea fell into place behind her armored comrade, adopting a relaxed stance while gripping her concealed dagger tightly.
They ascended the stairs swiftly, and immediately heard the sound of a fierce struggle coming from one of the rooms halfway down the hall. There was a horrible cacophony coming from behind the door, as if two great beasts were tearing each other apart. A rhythmic thudding carried through the walls, a violent and forceful sound...
"Telan! By the gods! Don't worry, we'll save you!" Redahn said, his booming voice echoing through the hallway. Heavy, steel-plated boots began to rain blows down upon the thick oak door, making it shudder ominously.
"Redahn, could you just stand back and let me pick the lock? It would take half a- oof! Watch your elbows!" Lea said.
"No! Not quick enough! Taste my wrath, accursed door!" The telltale sound of steel being drawn echoed from the hallway, and suddenly a mighty swing from Redahn's holy avenger bisected the portal like a crisp melon. The paladin broke his way through the lower half of the sundered door with a mighty shoulder check, following through with an athletic tumble that brought him to his feet with his blade at the ready. Righteous fire blazed in his eyes...
"Unhand him at... once... you... vile..." Redahn's words trailed off, like the voice of a dying man.
The two half-dragons were mating at a furious, frenzied pace, soaked in sweat and lust and heat. Telan had Sezarikan in a deathgrip, thrusting deep and hard into him as the red wyrm softly repeated the same five words in Draconic- a phrase difficult to translate but could be roughly approximated as 'fuck me harder' in the coarser tongue of Common. Behind them, their muscular tails had entwined in a tight embrace, the floor beneath them creaking ominously as their bodies moved as one.
The deep and consuming lust Telan was lost in lifted for a second as the door was broken down. A deep and terrible feeling rose up in his gut, but he couldn't bring himself to stop; they were already tied and he was mere seconds away from release.
"Don't you dare... stop... sorcerer!" The wyrm hissed viciously, lost in the throes of anal pleasure. His claws were stuck fast in the wooden floor, but his untouched member throbbed with the beginnings of an orgasm.
Shoving aside the embarrassment and shame that threatened him, Telan gave one last mighty shove with his knotted cock and gave a deep roar as they both came. Telan felt burning jets of dragoncum shoot deep into the hard, muscled depth of his lover, every one of his limbs quivering with the force of the climax. He grabbed Sezarikan's prone form and pulled him back hard, impaling him on his member as it continued spurting into him. The wyrm's own climax shot into the air and rained down upon them in a hot and sticky shower of fluid that seemed unending.
Telan blinked scalding tears out of his eyes as he slowly came down from the sexual pinnacle he had just experienced. His still-hard dragonhood was tied fast to Sezarikan, giving off squishy feelings in the cum-filled anal passage it was stuck in. Sezarikan leaned back, sighing as Telan's arms and wings wrapped around the two of them in a futile attempt at modesty. The two of them were coated in a layer of the red wyrm's seed, as was a significant portion of the utterly ruined inn room.
Lea stared at the sight in an open-mouthed gape. Redahn was nowhere in sight.
"So, uh... Telan... we were going to... try and find that temple. Any, uh, interest in accompanying us?" Lea said, feigning normalcy. "I mean, feel free to, say, take a bath first or work some sort of countermagic..."
"Uhm... yeah, just give me a few minutes to get ready." Telan said in a valiant attempt at nonchalance, wiping sweat from his scale-plated brow.
"I don't suppose I could tag along?" Sezarikan spoke, excitedly. I mean, I am quite familiar with the concept of adventuring and dungeon-delving, but to actually participate in such an enterprise would be quite interesting!"
"No!" Redahn shouted from down the hall, mortified.
"Sure!" Lea said excitedly.
"Maybe." Telan said, conflicted.
"What!? By all that is holy, are you two insane!? Dragons *live* in dungeons, they don't explore them!" Redahn continued, flustered. "This is perverse!"
"Redahn, there are supposed to be hundreds of dormant vampires, liches and death knights interned inside that temple. Would you really mind a little help?" Lea said, sotto voce.
The paladin didn't respond before he turned and descended the stairs.
"You know, I've seen Redahn singlehandedly confront the legions of the pit and stand his ground against orcish army of thousands, but until this day I've never seen him flee in terror before." Lea said, trying to contain her laughter. "Oh, by the gods Telan! You had us worried! All that sneaking around and disappearing in the middle of the night! Well! I'll leave you two to get ready."
Lea beat a hasty retreat after putting the sundered chunk of door into place on the frame, leaving the two lovers in silence.
"Oh well." Sezarikan said, snaking his neck around and kissing Telan again. "Let's pack!"
Telan wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel awkward or uncomfortable, but as he returned the kiss he realized he didn't feel either.