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[b][u][center]Galactic Enlightenment

Chapter 8: Power vs Focus

For Txeptirea and Necross

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The capture of Kasa had gone down without a hitch, but Zephyr knew that it would only be the first of many operations that he and Seimur would need to conduct. Unlike many bases that they could attack from here, Kasa had been lightly defended, something of an out of the way planet compared to many of the others in the area. Not to mention that the Agglomeration defenses had been ripped to shreds in the massive battle in space when they’d met up. There had been nothing to defend it properly.

That wouldn’t be the case in the next venture, and he knew that they’d need massive force in order to break through what would probably be a much stronger blockade, not to mention an increasingly worried populace.

Of course, that would be much easier to work with if Seimur didn’t have a completely different opinion. The human glared at the dragon across the table, folding his arms as the other Flightmaster shook his head.

[i]It’s too risky. We can’t split our forces that much, particularly when the Agglomeration is on alert.

It doesn’t matter if they’re on alert or not. For the attacks I have in mind –

You’re talking about assaulting a massively defended world. Raids aren’t going to do anything to something with that level of defenses.[/i]

He could see the dragons of the Scorchclaw Dragonflight tensing up as he argued, but he didn’t care. Seimur’s plan could end up losing them too many to actually continue the war, and at this point, he wasn’t going to risk that. Maybe if they’d stopped after taking the first planet, but with two?

They’d made a start, and he wasn’t going to see it ruined now.

Zephyr stood up, reaching for the map. If he wasn’t going to be listened to, then he might as well just end the alliance here. He had more dragons in his flight than Seimur did, and while they were less experienced, he could make it work. He had enough raw power to make up the difference, particularly if he spread out the drain among more of them. Just a little more would –

Seimur grabbed him by the wrist before he could take the map projector away, and Zephyr froze, looking up along the scaly arm. The dark red dragon chuckled.

[i]Don’t be so hasty. We can work something out. Perhaps…we should talk alone.[/i]

He was about to turn that down when he saw the way that his own flight was completely rigid, waiting to leap forward at the slightest provocation. A glance past Seimur’s shoulders showed that the other flight was likewise ready to leap to the defense of their Flightmaster.

[i]Perhaps…

I suggest the basement?

I’ll meet you there.[/i]

The dragon let go of his wrist, and he pocketed the map. They got up from the table, heading to opposite sides of the room.

Zephyr gave orders to his flight not to do anything to interfere or follow him. The last thing he needed was for them to start a fight when Seimur hadn’t meant to give sufficient offense, and as much as he was ready to walk away from the alliance…

Well, he knew that it would be better to keep it. Not best, perhaps – particularly if Seimur kept fighting him on the way of waging war – but better.

Then, he made his way down into the bottom floor of Seimur’s mansion.

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He’d expected one of the wineries or antique halls that seemed to line most rich basements. This one had neither. Instead, it was wide open, with no furniture in the slightest to mark the steel walls and stone floors.

The dragon leaned on the wall on the far side, with no sign of any of the other members of his flight. Instead, he simply waited, naked, idly fiddling with himself. Zephyr groaned.

[i]I’ve told you before, I’m not interested in that.

Perhaps not, but I had to do something while I waited for you to sort things out. Pushing for your flight to leave you alone for this?

How did you –

I figured. You don’t yet have the air of command that will tell them to do things without you having to say it. No arguments, though, with all the power that you bring to bear. You have something, now, but not enough to call yourself a real Flightmaster.[/i]

He stopped at the bottom step of the basement stairs, one scaled boot on the bottom step and one on the basement floor. Zephyr narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.

[i]If you just wanted to insult me, get it over with. I have something important to do.

Yes, yes, I’m sure. You want to turn your entire Dragonflight into a hammer to strike down the Agglomeration. That will work…for a little while.[/i]

He watched as Seimur pulled himself away from the wall, the dragon shaking his head. At the back of his mind, he felt the tingle that usually came from a dragon reaching for the Mindgrip, and he pulled at his own, forcing what energy he could around him in a constant readiness for some sort of attack.

Yet, the other Flightmaster didn’t do anything of the sort. He just walked forward, shaking his head.

[i]You were a warrior, but you don’t know war. Just like you pretend to be a dragon, with all your power, but you don’t know how to use it.

I am more powerful than you are.

More powerful, but more stupid.[/i]

Zephyr growled, but he didn’t rise to the bait. There was something else going on here, something that he was being drawn into. It might already be too late to back out, but even if it wasn’t, he didn’t feel like pulling back. He didn’t feel like giving in.

Instead, he stepped forward, making sure to carry his power with him. The air wobbled around him, distorting in shimmers and waves, and sometimes making it look like the world itself twisted within the range of how much mental energy he was putting out around him. He wanted Seimur to see what he was offending, what sort of anger he was up against.

He also wanted the damn dragon to react, instead of barely smirking as they reached the center of the basement. Zephyr looked up at him, taking several deep breaths.

[i]Why did you want me down here, Seimur?

Because I want to make a point. Your brute hammer will work, for a while, but it’s nothing compared to what I’ve learned, and your flight will die from your incompetence if I let you just run off the way you are.

And why should I believe that you have anything worth showing me?[/i]

Seimur smiled.

[i]A fight. Right here. Right now. Your brute force against my tactics. The winner directs the strategy, without any of our flights to lose.

Why should one fight do that?

Why not? It’s the same strategies that we want to use. Overwhelming force against a slightly weaker opponent, or tactical strikes to bleed them off over time. What do you say, human? A fight for leadership?[/i]

It wasn’t what he had been hoping for. After all, he’d been the one to conquer a flight and a planet on his own. His own power was considerable, and he’d been hoping that Seimur might have been cowed by a fuller demonstration of it. Even without the knowledge that the other dragon had, he could feel the difference in their strength. He was twice Seimur’s strength in the Mindgrip, at least. That should have counted for something.

But at the same time…there was a confidence there. Something that Seimur wasn’t telling him, something that told him that this battle wouldn’t be so simple as the ones before. If he pushed too hard, he might actually lose everything.

As the dragon’s words echoed through his mind, Zephyr growled. He had the power; if nothing else, he would secure the other Flightmaster’s obedience. He nodded.

[i]A fight.

Begin.[/i]

And so he did, lashing out with most of his gathered energy. He was so close that he knew that Seimur wouldn’t be able to divert it all, or even most of it, let alone get away from it. The satisfaction of seeing the dragon go flying backwards was well worth the expended energy, and the crack of dragon hitting stone was its own vindictive pleasure.

He leaped forward, sped along by the power of the Mindgrip pushing out from behind him. It took less than a second to cross the dozens of feet between him and Seimur, and he collided with the power around his fists. The stone cracked as he punched away, slamming his hands into the dragon’s face as fast as he possibly could, slamming him back into the stone with echoing force.

He thought that it was over, then.

[i]Had enough yet, Seimur?

Actually –[/i]

A scaled hand grabbed his, shoving it up into the air, and a leg he hadn’t been paying attention to slammed into his thigh, kicking his leg out from under him. Zephyr collapsed to the ground with a shout, groaning as the other Flightmaster stood up. Seimur cracked his knuckles, chuckling.

[i]Not bad…overly strong, but not bad.

How –

When you know it’s coming, it’s not hard to not be there. And I didn’t have to deflect it. I just had to nudge it. Now, how about you –[/i]

Once more, too close. Zephyr lashed out with a roar, hitting the other dragon in the chest and knocking him into the ceiling. This time, he knew it hit his rival hard enough to do something, as Seimur groaned before falling down, though the dragon was able to spin around and land on his feet.

He was already up again, panting and pulling on his power as much as he could. Walking in circles, they stared each other down, slowly shaking their heads.

[i]He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and he has more experience with the Mindgrip than I do,[/i] Zephyr reminded himself. [i]If I don’t do this quick, he’s going to hand me my ass on a platter.[/i]

Struggling to keep himself together, Zephyr went over what he knew of the Scorchclaw flight, of the things that Einar and the others had told him. They specialized in fast, powerful strikes, things that were debilitating from the get-go before moving around and doing something else. They never stuck to the same attack patterns if they could help it, preferring to dart in, break something, and then dart out again rather than hammering something home.

[i]So if I can avoid getting knocked down by an individual hit, I might have some sort of chance. Then again…[/i]

All his other fights against dragons had been won by ‘cheating,’ by going after the dragon’s sexual organs. Much as he hated to admit it, it was his greatest weapon and the only thing that had saved him against the other Flightmaster. He might have to use that here, if he wasn’t careful.

He just hoped that he didn’t have to. The last thing he needed was to start giving Seimur ideas.

The dragon moved, and so did he. Dark red came at his side in a blur, and he lashed out, a sweep of blurring energy slicing through the air in a bright arc. It cut the air with a crack, and Seimur went flying backwards by five steps.

He moved in, swinging upwards, but the dragon wasn’t there. He turned, looking for the blur –

WHAM!

A blow right in his spine, sending him forward by a good twenty feet. He slid along the smooth floor, barely catching himself in time to keep from slamming into the wall. Zephyr looked up just in time to see a scaled foot coming down, and rolled at the last second, hearing the ground crunch where his head had been.

By the time he was back on his feet, Seimur had disappeared again.

“Fast, aren’t you?”

He shook his head. The Mindgrip could propel one at massive speeds, and unlike the dragon, he didn’t have the mental skills to keep up with people when moving that fast. He could probably speed up to that pace, but then he’d run into a wall or something else stupid, and end up hurting himself.

He had to do something else.

[i]Well, at least I have the power for –[/i]

The blur was the only warning he got, and it wasn’t enough to respond to. A fist came out of nowhere and buried itself in his guts, sending him back into the wall. Zephyr gasped as the air was knocked right out of his lungs, and sagged forward, hugging his stomach. If it hadn’t been for the dragon scale armor that he had been wearing, he would have been damaged to an extreme degree, and even that barely cushioned the blow.

Coughing hard, he ‘heard’ the dragon coming in, and blindly lashed out again. A wave of pure force shot out in a bubble around him, pushing out in waves every half second.

It kept on going as he caught his breath, slowly looking up to find the dragon holding his ground against the pulsing waves. Zephyr groaned; even that wasn’t sufficient to push Seimur away. He could barely make out that the other Flightmaster was using his power to pass the bulk of the energy around him, keeping it from hitting him directly.

In a way, it was a compliment. Even with more than half of the energy being diverted, these waves were still sufficient to keep his rival from coming any closer. That was something.

But he needed to end this, fast. And if fighting wouldn’t work…

[i]Please, please, please, don’t let this backfire.[/i]

He reached out with the Mindgrip, feeling between the dragon’s legs. It was easy enough to find his target; the dragon’s cock was still quite hard from his fondling earlier, and it lifted quickly in his grip. Zephyr started stroking it hard and fast in the telekinetic reach, watching the thick, pulsing shaft start to throb…

Yet Seimur only smirked at him.

[i]Hmmmph. If you wanted something like that all this time, I could have given it to you long ago. But if you want to have it here…[/i]

The dragon didn’t even move, but the human gasped as he felt an invisible grip around his cock, squeezing it just hard enough to make it start lifting up, rising from his crotch and pressing against the inside of his armor. He shivered, biting his tongue as he strained to hold onto his own grip, but it was so hard when it felt like a slippery hand was running up and down his cock, tugging on it, tugging him forward with every slow stroke.

He gasped as another grip grabbed at his balls, the invisible energy of the Mindgrip working him over in a way that he’d never expected. He’d never used it on himself, so he never knew how it felt.

His pulsing waves faltered, and suddenly Seimur was there, grabbing him by the neck and chuckling all the while.

[i]I thought that you might use something like that. Do you really think that it would work on everyone? Not all Flightmasters are prudes, like the one you defeated.

It…it worked before…

You used it on someone that didn’t know how to control themselves. I do. And you, obviously, don’t.[/i]

Zephyr groaned as he felt that grip speed up, stroking him faster and faster through the armor. No, not through the armor, but under it. There was no feeling of the scales pressing against him except at the very tip of his bulge, and even there it wasn’t the hand pressing down against him. He shivered, squirming as he kicked his legs, trying to find some sort of purchase.

But there was none. All that he could get was pleasure, and the more of it he got, the harder it was to think. Soon, his own grip slipped off of the dragon’s cock, and he could only think of the pleasure that he was getting.

The scaly grip on his throat faded away, replaced by a pressure from the Mindgrip. He found himself floating in mid-air, his garments gradually being pulled off by Seimur’s teasing touch. His boots came off first, followed by his pants. His shirt came off, tugged over his head, and the dragon scale garments cluttered to the floor in a raggedy pile.

His cock stood upwards, no longer covered, and blushed as the dragon kept on stroking it. He could feel the pressure on his shaft, and when he looked down, he could see the skin getting tugged up and down, back and forth, but there was nothing there. No hand, no mouth, no tongue. All of it was done invisibly, with the power of the Mindgrip.

It didn’t help that his balls were being teased nearly as badly, getting dragged around and bounced about by the dragon’s thoughts. He watched them tug one direction, then the other, pulled into view by mental hands. He shuddered as they felt like they were getting squeezed, then bounced, smacked in the gentlest of ways.

All of it added up to the hardest erection that he’d ever had, and Zephyr could barely catch his breath for all the pleasure that he was getting from it.

But even that wasn’t all of it.

His eyes went wide as he felt even more invisible hands reach behind him, spreading his ass cheeks apart, before one of them started rubbing around his hole. He shivered as he felt it stroking his twitching rim, pushing at it, but never quite penetrating.

[i]What…how…

I always knew that you wanted to serve dragons, Zephyr. You didn’t exactly hide what you were doing with your own flight.

You…what…

I just decided that you should have a chance to experience the full thing. Rather than you being in charge, however, you should allow me to take it. I am the better fighter, the better male, and…[/i]

The dragon leaned in, and for the first time, Zephyr felt a physical claw around the tip of his cock. It circled around the head, collecting pre all the way around, and he moaned under his breath as he tried to hold himself still. It was nearly impossible, and his legs kicked despite themselves, his hips twitching as he tried to thrust forward.

It didn’t do any good. He thrust against the mental grip, against that claw, his body eager for pleasure that he had denied himself so far. Seimur chuckled, holding up pre-stained claws.

[i]It seems that I am the better lover, as well.[/i]

Zephyr groaned as he was lowered to all fours, unable to catch his breath as he felt a finger rubbing against his ass. It was so delicate that he wasn’t sure if it was another finger summoned by the Mindgrip or if it was something real, but it stroked around his hole, teasing it until his muscles started to relax, and then pushing a little bit inside. He gasped and whimpered before he could stop himself.

[i]Just…just use your power…you have strength…just…just…[/i]

“AH!”

He gasped despite himself, and he knew that it was a real finger and not just something that he was feeling projected on him. It was so warm, so smooth inside of him, and the claw was gentle as it worked around, finding his prostate and stroking it almost constantly. He groaned, arching his back against it despite his better judgment, and he whimpered in short order, trying to pull himself together.

The dragon never gave him a chance. Every little touch took him deeper into that needy submission, and he could feel his cock drooling down on the floor as that pressure on his prostate got ever more severe. He leaned his head forward, keeping his ass up in the air as the Mindgrip stroked his cock constantly, relentlessly, driving him mad.

The puddle beneath him continued to grow as his cock dripped and oozed pre, making itself bigger and bigger with each passing second. All he could do was gasp for breath, desperately sucking it in whenever he wasn’t getting stroked, whenever his cock wasn’t getting tugged, which wasn’t often.

[i]Seimur…

Heh…don’t bother fighting. You’ve already lost. All that power you have, all that strength that you were bragging about. It wasn’t of any use against someone that knew how to use it better than you. All you could do was throw me around, and all I had to do was wait. Sooner or later, you would give me an opening; all I had to do was exhaust you with strikes that you had to respond to, but cost me almost nothing.[/i]

In the back of his head, he could see exactly what the Flightmaster meant. Every attack had taken a lot out of him to respond to, but it couldn’t have cost Seimur much to make it. Even when he landed a blow, Seimur had enough control to divert enough of the force to keep on the attack, and it left him only able to respond to the other person.

The strategy of the Scorchclaw Dragonflight suddenly made a lot more –

“Nnngh!”

He whimpered as a second finger slipped inside of him, the telekinetic hands on his cock stroking and squeezing him relentlessly. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but at the same time, he could feel that he was being restrained, held back from doing what he wanted to do most. He shuddered as he felt his cock swell, his balls rising up, but every time that he thought he was going to blow his load, something tightened all the harder around the base of his cock, holding him back from that ultimate pleasure.

Even when he reached back with his hands – something that he was surprised he was allowed to do – and stroked his cock, it just wouldn’t cum. His pleasure was so far away that he couldn’t get any bit of it without…

Without permission, he realized.

[i]Please, just let me cum!

Not until I’m inside of you, you little slut.[/i]

The word [i]slut[/i] hit him harder than he expected, and the human blushed and groaned as he felt the third dragon finger slide inside of him, spreading his hole out wide as his cock continued to drool all over the floor. He shuddered as he felt every finger stroking his prostate, almost feeling like something of the Mindgrip was sliding into his cock, milking him from the inside and out, driving him towards an edge of pleasure that he wasn’t sure that he could take.

Slut. Slut. Slut. The word kept repeating in his head, reminding him of everything that he had done with the dragons of his own flight, how he had used them, how he had made them cum in and on him so many times already. He remembered all the things that he had done to make them do it, how he had used his power, not to dominate them the way that Seimur was doing, but to make them use him, to fill him with their seed and power.

Was…was he really that much of a slut? Did he need this so –

“Mmmph!”

Zephyr moaned out loud as the fingers pulled out of his ass, leaving him gaping and empty. He shivered, arching his back up all the more, putting his body on display as he found himself shaking his ass back and forth.

[i]Please…I can’t…I need…

You have lost, then.

Yes, yes, I have! Please, just fuck me! I need it so bad![/i]

The dragon didn’t bother answering him, but he could just imagine that Seimur’s face was dominated by the biggest smirk that the dragon had ever had. He couldn’t help but see it in his mind’s eye, yet he barely cared. All he cared about was the dick that he was about to get, and he wanted it worse than he’d ever wanted anything.

He felt the head of it pressing against his hole, and he moaned at the top of his lungs as it started forcing its way into his ass. Bit by bit, it worked past his rim, slowly forcing him open the way that the fingers had until it popped in. He gasped, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than slick, scaly fingers were forced in.

Coated in his own pre, they were, and he started suckling without the slightest complaint, sucking it down as the cock started forcing its way even deeper. The further it went, the faster the Mindgrip on his cock stroked, taking him further and further with each successive bit of teasing, driving him further and further towards pleasurable madness with the deep need that it gave him. His own pre was used as lube, making his cock slap wetly against his belly every time that he tensed up.

He could feel Seimur over him, the big dragon casting a shadow of immense power over his body, and he shuddered as he imagined what it would be like to live on a world where this dragon would rule.

Seimur was no gentle teacher. This was a dominating dragon, waiting to take what was his, and for him, the people of a planet would be his to play with. And in his state, Zephyr could see why…see why so many people would want it.

Slumping forward, he kept on sucking on the fingers covered in pre-cum as the dragon finally bottomed out inside of him. The feeling of those scaly balls smacking against his ass, the sensation of feeling that thick shaft grinding against him, was beyond anything that he’d expected. He wanted it, and he craved it. He needed…

He needed more.

[i]Fuck me…fuck me!

Hehehe…I was going to do that any moment now, but since you asked so nicely…[/i]

The dark red dragon pulled back, and slammed in again, shoving him forward by a good foot before he was pulled back by the thick cock yanking itself back out. In, out, in, out the shaft went, each one opening him up and leaving him a little looser than he had been just a few seconds before. He groaned, whimpering and gasping for more, arching his back to take it a little bit deeper, his balls swaying and feeling so very heavy as they were kept pent-up.

The Mindgrip was so powerful now, keeping him pinned in place as the big dragon used him, each thrust making his ass bounce from how hard Seimur hilted himself. He rolled his head against the ground, his tongue lolling out as he drooled from the pleasure hitting him with every thrust.

Over everything else, the desire to cum was paramount, leaving him whimpering and begging in his head, unable to think of anything else but –

[i]Gotta cum gotta cum gotta cum gotta cum gotta cum![/i]

Yet, through it all, Seimur gave him no sign of when it would happen. In and out, in and out that cock went, lewdly slapping against his ass cheeks from time to time, always making it take longer and longer than he expected. Ten minutes became twenty, and then thirty, his ass burning with need as his cock was left slapping against his belly for longer than any human being could take. He needed release.

Forty minutes, and he finally got a position change, shoved on his back, his legs in the air as his ass was plundered.

Fifty minutes, shoved on his side, and he felt something growing against his hole, some big, thick thing, like a knot.

An hour, and he was back on all fours, feeling his ass getting fucked by a definite knot. It was almost in, almost past his rim, and it was bigger than his fist. His eyes had long since rolled back, and his body felt like it was in a perpetual state of pleasure, beyond anything that he’d ever experienced. He needed more, he needed that knot. He pushed back, weakly, feeling his rim stretch, feeling his hole weakly protest –

POP!

Before it slid in. And as Seimur finally came, so did he. The explosion of bliss would have shoved the dragon out of him if he hadn’t been prepared.

It very nearly brought the house down on them.

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[i]Four hours later…[/i]

Back at the conference table, Zephyr conferred with his dragon ‘advisor,’ with Seimur pointing at the various different human bases within striking range.

[i]All of these can be damaged in quick strokes, drawing the human forces here, here, and here,[/i] the dragon said, pointing to three planets clustered together towards the far end of the system. [i]Let them think that all we want to destroy is there, and they’ll need to defend it. Draw off the bigger ships. Even if it’s just for protection, it opens up a hole for raids on those missile platforms.[/i]

Now that he didn’t have to think about it, he realized that he should have been listening to Seimur all along. The other Flightmaster was quite good at strategy, despite not knowing about human technology, and he should have been taking his advice. It would draw the bigger defenses out, letting them weaken the stationary ones, and giving the big ships less support.

That, plus his plan for using the communications array on Kasa to spread some – mostly true – dragon propaganda would likely open the ways for some sympathizers further into the Agglomeration. Probably not so much in this system – they would have been more affected by the attack, after all – but it might do something for the rest of the war. If they had support when they made planetfall in other areas of the Agglomeration…

Well, that would only make the fight easier, wouldn’t it?

Seimur glanced past the map at him, and Zephyr glanced back. There was a smirk in the dragon’s look, one that promised another pounding later if the human ever let his guard down or showed a sign of wanting it. He looked away.

Maybe…but only in private. He couldn’t afford to lose his own Dragonflight, and if he ever, ever showed that weakness in public, that would happen, and he’d become nothing but a toy. Fun as Seimur was, he wasn’t worth that much loss.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]