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Part 8-4

Pain and pleasure.

Author note: At first this part shouldn't even have existed but part 8-3 was getting so long so I cut right in the middle of it.

SO… while Darkan get some rest after one hot session and Ares finds himself in a problematic situation once again, some others do some shopping.

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Watcher:

The warm wind of the afternoon washes over my face, making my coat fly behind me. I look at the horizon, the slowly descending sun, far in the distance the numerous towers of the capital's protective walls. Under my feet the black rocks of the ancient extinguished volcano. From the first day I moved here, this place became my favorite spot, far from the noise of this miniature realm in the empire. This place, a ridge just above on one side a cliff ending on lines of sharpened rocks and on the other side another probably deadly fall. None beside me ever dared to try the risky climb to reach this place. But once you did it the view it offers is magnificent. You can see far away, miles and miles away, to the village around the great lakes of the east, the foggy nasty swamps of the north, distinguish the shimmering roofs of Novalis behind it's natural curtain of high mountains and, at the south if you are lucky you can even catch a glimpse of the yellow sand dunes of the mysterious Desert of Endless Complains like the old legends called it.

I always found this place appeasing as much as incredibly beautiful.

Slowly my eyes descend to the place I used to call my home, my eyes stopping on each men and women, every dragon, admiring their shiny armor or pristine glinting scales. This place hasn't change in so many years, dragons and humans still roam around the gardens in small groups, chatting and laughing, stopping near fountains or under the cover of the trees, some other lying on their back, basking in the last ray of sun.

Against my will my thought slowly drifts toward this young dragon. He really has a thing to get himself in troubles. Maybe I should leave him there; he would be safe here, and in a good company. But I know he'll never say yes and will do everything he can to stick to me all the time.

A sly grin sprays over my face. I still can't believe it worked. Skel's plan was so simple. When he quickly explained it to me it sounded so stupid; there was no way it could work at all. But surprisingly it all did, they all fell right into the trap; except for Alya of course. When I came close to Skel to examine him I saw him smile and blink an eye. When our eyes met he threw me a quick glance saying "You see… I told you it would work".

For the rest… it was so easy… I had nothing to do. When the door closed behind me, leaving in the room Tormis and the young shivering drake, terrified; Alya literally imploded. She ended up lying against a wall, unable to hold back her frenetic laughter. "Don't tell me it worked…" she finally let out "How did they manage to fall into a so old trick?"

I smile as amused as her and also surprised to see a smile warming her usually cold face. "Those younglings are killing me?" she whispers, out of breath.

"Yes… it was quite fun" I confirm. But, although this situation they are in makes me frantically smile I can't stop worries to sneak into my brain, all of them directed toward Tormis. I have seen him change for decades. Under the smiles and appearing gentleness hides a beast, a monster only waiting to be unleashed. I remember, around two centuries ago, the first time I saw this side of him when, for a reason I still don't understand he went into a rampage, ravaging an entire village, shattered houses with his bare claws, reducing the being living there to bloody shreds, only living behind him rivers of blood and wrecked, burning ruins. There was only one survivor that managed to crawl away from the massacre. When Tormis came back to us I was trembling in pure satisfaction. What a beautiful show I thought at the time. He was covered of still fresh blood and flesh debris, madness gleaning in his eyes, wearing a wide sadistic grin on his face. When he stopped a few steps ahead of us I could see dread on Skel's face as he tried to hide behind me. Tormis; after a short silence burst into laughter; his body quaking uncontrollably. It took hours to have him back to a normal state, and even longer for Skel to accept to have his brother near him. Years passed and the older he grew the worst these murderous urges of his became. More and more often he went into the same frenzy, ravaging everything in its path. Nothing could stop him when he was in this state. I had no clue on what was provoking these crises, we could just wait until it ended on its own.

What is worrying me now is that… is next victim… could be Ares. And the major problem is that when he enters this state he breaks every mental control and only obeys to his own blood blinded will.

What I fear the most is to come back later to find their room drenched in blood, parts of corps thrown in every direction. But in this ocean of dark depressing thought another emerge, a… almost funny one. I remember coming back to the village where everything started. I was met with a scene of desolation, a phantom village, empty streets covered of dust, ruins of houses and the smell of blood and death still floating in the thick moist air. No one of the inhabitants of this country dared to go back to this place, even the name of the village had been erased, replaced by one large wooden panel warning the lost traveler that he was entering a dangerous zone. I even noticed a strange ritual I learned later was occurring once every season. Peoples came in a long silent procession to the border of the forbidden zone and stayed here for the entire day, praying, lighting candles and making offerings to the beast they thought was still in their village to try and appease it in the faint hope of keeping their villages safe from its wrath. But it was so useless, there was no beast wandering near this village; it had never been any; only a few scavengers and bandits that had decided to install there and were living from the stupidity and beliefs of the other inhabitants, stealing the offerings when they left after their ceremony. They didn't even had to defend themselves even the sovereign of this land and his elite guard preferred avoid this village rather than risking going in and face an imaginary monster. I brutally brought back to reality by a hard shove in the back that sends me face first into a wall.

I realize we have been walking in the corridor, Alya trying to talk to me. When she realized I wasn't listening, she at first gently nudged and nuzzled me, pushing me a bit to catch my attention. When she noticed it has no effect and… obviously got bored of it she used a… quite more efficient method.

"What" I grunt. "You are a bit… disturbed… aren't you?" "Yes… why do you suddenly care about me?"

She just huffs "I know you are worried about him."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I grunt "I left him with a guy that could tear him apart in one hit so… yes I'm a bit afraid of what could happen."

"It's gonna be fine…" she whispers "He won't disobey" "How can you be sure of that?" "Simply because he will be too occupied to cry his brother's "death"" she mutters, lifting her eyebrows in a vicious manner.

"I hope…" I grumble, throwing a quick glance behind us. "You really like him a lot" she comments, "Where did you found him?" all my muscles stiffen "Why do you want to know that?"

"Ordan… I'm not stupid… I feel his strength, the power that flows in his veins… and I know you wouldn't use such a complex spell to hide his true nature on a pathetic whelp." "You make your point." I grumble "But I'd rather keep his identity secret…. He doesn't even know his presence here" "Oh… I see… you have your little secrets too"

"Much like you…" I comment.

She let out an annoyed growl. "I think this conversation is over" I say. She glare at me, surprised but slightly bend her head forward, giving me an almost gentle nuzzles then walks away in the opposite direction.

Something I wasn't expecting suddenly comes, shattering my thought as it invades my brain. One mighty voice, one rumbling tone, one sentence that sounds like an order as much as a judgment.

"We have to talk".

I shiver, I know this harsh and gravelly voice too well, this dark and deep tone that shakes all the atoms of my body, the might that feels every syllabus; it can only be Ghor.

He doesn't even have to say where and when I know exactly where he is, and when… well… it's right now.

I teleport; vanishing in a cloud of smoke.

I find myself in complete darkness, in a cold and damp place, only filled by the sounds of a rivulet flowing through the cracks of the old stone below my feet. I stay still, waiting for him to show up. It doesn't take long before I hear heavy footsteps closing in, the ground shaking with each step he takes. Everything around me becomes hot and moist, the air barely breathable. A warm glow lights up the cavern as a huge form appear at the corner of the cavern. Like always I'm impressed, even after all the years that went by he still look so scary. Ghor is an immense lava type dragon, much older than I… around ten thousands year from what people told me. His giant, muscular frame is covered of a strange pattern of thick obsidian scales and strange orange cracks coursing through all his body, forming a really beautiful mosaic. His large black wings widely sprayed, his thick tail lightly wiggling behind him. His long claws leaving deep marks on the ground.

"Shit" I grunt when his wide bright orange eyes glowing like hell's fire fall upon me. His expression that was pretty… cold for someone radiating so much heat turns into a snarl of disgust and defiance. "What a displeasing surprise…" he spit coldly, offering me a quick glance at his mouth, at those long ranks of yellowish fangs and his reddish, lightly gleaning flesh. His putrid, breath carrying smells of sulfur and other rotten things I don't want to know about wash over my face as he speak.

I cover my nose with a gloved hand, coughing lightly, grimacing in disgust "You know humans invented something really nice called toothpaste you should use it sometime. Trust me peoples would really appreciate to not die by just talking face to face with you".

"Silence" he deeply growls "I don't have time for bad jokes Ordan…."

"You know you could at least say hi or I'm happy to see you alive…. Or smile… yes a smile could be fine."

He only grumble a few swearing s under his breath but after a long time make a grimace that kinda looks like a smile and say with what sounds like a gentle tone "I'm as happy to see you here and alive as I am to see the sun rise again each morning above those lands I'd wish to see burn!" With his last word a fire started blazing in his eyes as a vicious smile draw onto his lips "Is that a… warm… enough welcome for you?" "Melting…" I answer.

"Glad you appreciated it idiot" he spit.

Then, coming from nowhere, his long thick tail struck me right in the chest and sends me fly across the immense empty space. I feel the hard contact of stone against my back for a split second then more emptiness. Finally I'm stopped by a hard and thick wall of stone. I grimace, jolts of pain bursting through my spine. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow" I mutter, falling on the ground.

Before me I see a large hole in the wall, large portion of rock falling from the ceiling. Ghor walks in, the black tough rock cracking and melting under his paws.

I have barely the time to get on my feet that one of his paws crushes me into the wall "Listen carefully pathetic whelp. Your latest mistake put us all in a very uncomfortable position. The eggs are out of reach; I learned from a spy that they all have been moved to a secured vault in the depth of the emperor's cursed castle… out of our reach and are not a priority target anymore. I don't have to tell you HE isn't satisfied and your head is on the brink of being cut short" He hisses evilly. "Thanks I know" I grumble. I sigh, tired. He let go of me, letting me fall on my ass. "Find yourself some suitable weaponry and get ready to fight" he growls "And don't fail this time"

"Fine… I've understand? What is the plan right now?"

"Our main objective is still our old rogue friend…" he spits "but before let's see what the others have in mind… and maybe it will be more… successful than your plans."

"We will see that…" I grumble.

He turns around and slowly walks away, leaving melted rock wherever his heavy footpads touch the ground. "See you later… I guess" I say with a bit of irony.

"Or not…" he rumbles "you'll better pray to not cross my path again". After a long silence he stops and turn his large bulky snout in my direction "oh and Ordan… please stop your bad humor. Trust me I can become really funny too…" he warn, droplet of a thick orange liquid falling from his mouth. When they touch the ground they dig into the stone, forming little holes in the floor, a greyish smoke puffing from his nostrils. "Yes I think I've got it…"

He chuckle then leave by a hidden door.

"With friends like that I don't need enemies" I grunt, vanishing again.

This time I teleport a few miles away, arriving in front of one of one outer wall of Novalis, hidden behind a line of dead bushes. A few foots on my left one of the entry of the city. At the horizon the sun has almost disappeared behind the mountains. I smile; the shadow is my domain…. I'll easily enter. I always appreciated this mean of transport otherwise I wouldn't have reached the city before night on foot.

I walk calmly to the door, hand buried in my pockets, head slightly lowered to hide my face beneath the black fabric of my hood.

"The doors will be closed in five minutes!" yell the guard to the line of people waiting to enter in the safety of the welcoming city. I see a few merchant with their last load of merchandise in large carts, some rich looking person waiting with stone faces, bored by the long time it takes to make one person enter. And in the mass of people a few workers, tired, hardly standing up, looking at the door with tired and sleepy eyes. An evil smile curl my lips as I walk through the long line, shoving peoples on the side, receiving insults and yelling voices. When I arrive in front of the two guards their long spear cross, blocking the way forward. "Stop!" they order at the same time, their face hidden by their iron helmet "show us your papers sir".

"Of course," I answer; mimicking someone searching in his pockets "ahh… here they are" I mutter putting out my clenched fist "is that ok for you?"

When my hand opens a dark glyph appear on my palm, pulsating with a dark light.

The guard's eyes widen, glued to the glowing symbol, slowly becoming hazy and empty "Yea… yeah… that's good… you… you… can… enter… s… s… Sir…" mumbles one of the guard. Their long spear move out of the way "thank you" I answer with a honeyed voice. When I've walked away they totter on their feet, one of them toppling over his own spear he was holding on to.

I walk through the city, heading straight to my destination, preferring to take the smaller and darker alley than the large, illuminated and heavily crowded main avenues. After fifteen minutes of intense walk in poor districts, in streets made of old pavements, full of holes and deep cracks or others made of bare dusty dirt, filled of muddy puddles of a yellowish rancid water I finally reach a large building of greyish mossy stone. All windows are barricaded and protected by thick steel bars allowing no light to enter or escape. The only clue on what is hidden behind his the old panel barely holding by two rusty chains, swinging in the wind. The panel shows two sword crossed over a shield; the usual symbol of a weapon shop. Near the door another panel announces "Brent and Jackob best quality weaponry of the empire since…" the rest can't be red, stained by crap.

I try to take the handle in hand and open the door but it unexpectedly breaks. I look at the bronze pommel in my hand in disbelief. I throw it away and forcefully knock; my fist repeatedly hit the thick wooden door that finally open on a chubby dwarf with a long messy bird. He doesn't talk, just makes me a gesture to enter quickly. The door slam shut behind me. "You should think about repairing your door" The dwarf makes another gesture indicating me to shut up then walks to the other side of the large room while he work on the lock mechanism that seems too rusty to even work. I look around, observing the shelf and display cases filled by weapons of all types form and shape: one handed and two handed swords, daggers, machetes, gun blades, combat boomerangs, axes, whips, spears and other really weird looking weapons; even a few tough looking shields. Behind the bar are exposed a bunch of guns going from light pistols to a set of heavy machine guns and a big shotgun gifted with four large canons. While I was staring with envy at the shiny weaponry like a kid the dwarf walked to the bar on his metallic leg and rang a bell. The loud sounds echoes through the whole store. From a dark room another man comes out, wearing a warm welcoming smile, wearing an almost shiny outfit. "Welcome to Brent and Jacob's!" he shout with policy "what can we do for you sir?"

"I'm searching for a one and a half handed sword" I answer "and ammos for these two" I had, putting two pistols on the wooden board between us. The dwarf take one of them, open the circular magazine and give one bullet to the other man. "hmmm… twenty millimeters armor piercing high velocity silver alloy rounds… yeah I've got some of these in stock" ha answer, putting back the bullet in its rightful place and reload the weapon with expert and precise moves. "A really impressive armament you have" he compliments him "and for the sword well… have a look around".

I let my hand travel along the cold thick reinforced glass protecting the said swords "I don't talk about this shit you sell to your usual customers… I talk about the real stuff"

He stays perfectly calm and cold "I don't see what you are talking about sir. These are my best blade" he says, putting his hand against the glass.

A dagger pops in my hand. He make an inhuman shrieking sound as the dagger goes through his hand, pinning him to the glass, black blood pouring out of the wound "don't try to play the foul with me!" I roar "You know exactly what I'm talking about".

A light clicking sound makes me turn my head to the right. I find myself face to face with the black hole of a shotgun's canon. The guy I've attacked smile amusingly "Careful Ordan he has a tendency to pull the trigger very easily" he warns me “and it would be such a shame for if I had to whip out what’s left of you” . In silence I pull out the bloody dagger of his hand and in a mere second the weapon pointed at my head is lowered.

"Perfect… now we can talk seriously" say the guy with calm, his wounds already healed. The dwarf nods in silence and walks to the door, putting all the seven locks on.

"Follow me please… and don't try to stab at me again or I'll let him blow your head off"

I don't have to look behind my shoulder to know that the dwarf is caressing his shotgun with slow and gentle motions, like he was hugging a friend. We descend a stair leading to complete darkness. In silence he light up a blue crystal and unlock a heavy metal door that open in a concerto of cracks and clicks. Automatically crystals light up the inside of the vault like room filled by even more weapons. There are even more dangerous types of weapon here, strangely chiseled swords, some weapons that seems to come from the imagination of a mad inventor, and other more classical and as deadly stuff like a good old rocket launcher attached to a wall.

"Please don't damage it you don't have a damn clue of how much it costs."

I silently enter. For a long hour I dig through the vault's content, trying every sword, testing their sharpness, the toughness of their material, their resistance, even their weight but nothing fits what I'm searching. It's either not sharp enough to cut a damn thing or too heavy or too weak, the blade curving after just a few good hits.

"Damn it there is only shit there!" I roar, throwing another broken sword in the pile that kept growing since I started my research. "Do you find something that fits your needs?" he asks, showing up in the entrance. "No!" I roar in pure anger, throwing an axe in his direction. The sharp edge digs in the metal where it stays stuck. The dwarf looks at the weapon in the thick metal with puzzled and start to pull at it, putting all his strength in this action. Finally the axe is pulled out, leaving a deep mark in the metallic door.

"Well… I don't have better" he sighs, looking at all the damage swords "It’s going to cost me an arm again…" he grumble.

"Only shitty… weak… useless… weapons" I spit, looking at the one meter tall pile of swords.

"Well if you can't find what you are searching for get the fuck out of here before you break all my stuff you insolent kiddo!" Other weapons flies by his head, leaving a light cut in his chin. "You're right I'm out of this shitty place" I growl "If I want some real quality stuff I'll better forging it myself!"

But suddenly I freeze right at the moment when I'm going to step out of the room; my eyes stop on a sword sheet half hidden under a pile of damaged weapons. I change direction and grab it, letting the sword slide out of its protective sheets with a light whistle. But the blade turns out to be so damaged, covered of mud, full of holes and traces. The edge is unusable, the core so damaged, so melted it only a big piece of crap. I notice that half the sword is missing; I shake the sheet and the missing part… well… what's left of it fall on the cold floor. This sword is destroyed but maybe I could use its material to build a new one and give back his full glory to this weapon. Moreover… I feel like I know this blade, the sensation of the handle in my hand feels so familiar. I look at the barely visible golden ancient symbols along the sword's flat side. I gasp; my mouth stays open when I recognize my sword. "Where… where did you find that?" "That piece of crap?" he ask surprised "one of my scavengers found it in the swamp, buried in the mud. I was thinking about selling it to blacksmith and get money from the alloy of it and…" "I take it" I interrupt it. He wants to protest but I've already left the room and climbed the stairs. I stop in front of the door and throw him a quick look. "I'll come back…".

I slam the door open and disappear in the dark street under the pouring rain.

I teleport far from this place, far from this country, to a foreign place only known by a small community. A place unreachable by most of the beings on this planet, a place bandit never dares to come to, fearing to be doomed by whatever divinity they Pray. A place so mighty, so filled by ancient magic and rare materials all the masters of the art dream to go there, to take the deadly path leading to this place, fight the numerous dangers along the way, climb the rugged mountain path, survive the freezing cold, the avalanche, the ice storms, the thick toxic smokes surrounding this place and the rivers of lava falling from the mountain's top and arrive to the immense mythic doors and enter this blessed place. The perfect place to accomplish this duty: "the forge of gods".

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At the same time on a balcony of the emperor's fortress.

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Allen:

"Oh man that's why I hate politic and strategy so much…" Yawn Kyle; stretching himself after so many hours sitting.

"ÅI have to agree it was quite boring" I confirm, yowling to.

"For once we agree on something" grumbles Kyo, stretching all his stiff limbs "Oh man… I'd love to stretch my wings and fly to the other side of the world". "Come on guys a bit of finesse never hurt someone" complain Tarken before howling like the rest of us "But damn you are right it was so boring" he adds, expending his wings and flapping them a few times. "You see you agree" reply Kyle "so stop complaining" "I wasn't complaining… just saying" snorts Tarken, letting out a long growl of satisfaction when the stiffness leaves his muscles.

"Speaking of flying you won't have to wait long. I'd prefer to be back home before those clouds rea^h us" I say, pointing at a dark formation coming from the north.

"Oh really Allen" grunt Kyle "You're afraid of a few clouds.

"Not just clouds… storm clouds" I precise with aa sly smirk "I've learned to recognize them"

"Impressive" mumble Kyle. "He is right" confirm Kyo "I feel it too" I say. "How do you do that?" wonders Kyle.

"It's… instinctive" I whisper "I felt a shift in the wind… it became colder, and I feel some kind of electric tingle in the air" "You feel it too?" ask Tarken, raising an eyebrow. "Yes I do?" "Anything else?" ask Kyle with a smile. "It feels a bit… damp." I don't have to look at Tarken to know that he is grinning in my direction looking at me with a perverted look.

"Quite nice to know but it doesn't change a thing" argue Kyle. "Oh trust me it changes quite a lot of things like the time it's gonna take us to come back home." "Why rush everything? We're not in a hurry" protest Kyle, surprised. "I am" I answer "I don't want my armor to get all rusty." "Come on you won’t mind a little shower" taunt Tarken. "Yes being a bit wet won't kill you" Approves Kyo.

"Says the one that keeps getting wet all the time" growl Tarken.

Kyo gasps, looking away from his mate angry gaze "No… no… I… IT…” he stutters, unable to form a clear sentence.

I cross eyes with Kyle; after a split second of silence and we burst into uncontrolled laughter. While we laugh like two idiots our dragons keep avoiding each other's eyes. Finally Tarken let out a long sigh and close the gap between them and gently rub his snout against Kyo's chin.

Kyo flinches, lowering his head, losing himself in the contemplation of the deep hole between the castle and the rest of the city.

"I'm sorry…" let out Kyo "I… I don't want it to happen… but it keeps happening" "Don't put it all on fate you're not refusing an occasion when they present themselves" grumble Tarken in answer, licking his mate's scales gently. "It… it's more complicated than that… I… never wanted this to happen… I… I just didn't control my powers…" "yeah… yeah don't put everything on this dominant side of yours" he whispers "you're enjoying it quite a lot from what I see."

I've stopped laughing, holding to the metal bar of the balcony to not fall and look at Kyo. I don't have to cross his eyes to know he is tensing, anger building inside him. I see his lips twitch, his fangs bared, his muscles stiffening but he was trying to stay focused to not just snap at Tarken.

Finally he let out a deep growl "don't get all grumpy and picky" tantalizingly whispers Tarken in his ear "I know exactly what can put a smile on this face…" Kyo's eyes widen suddenly as a sneaky tail brushed against his slit. He makes a cute groan as the tails prods at his sensitive gender, lightly parting his oozing slit. Kyo's growl turns into a gentle purr as his baring fangs and trembling lips soften in a quite goofy looking smile. "You see… I know every sweat spot of your body" sensually whispers Tarken "what button to press… where to rub and lick to make you eager"

Kyo coos in bliss, trying to shake off Tarken. But we both know that Tarken is right and I don't have to look at Kyo to see his glistening cock tip spilling from his slit, hardening slowly with each throb, already eager to spill its content. Kyo let out a low moan as one of Tarken's paw travel down his flank, rubbing his scales until he reaches his softer belly. His paw finally finds Kyo now erect member, a single claw caressing the bare hardened flesh, teasing the sensitive tip before moving toward the base, making slow circling motions around the tip, stopping on each ridge to give them a gentle touch. Finally Tarken's paw grab Kyo's member firmly, holding in a tight grip. Kyo grols in pleasure, his body humping in the paw wrapped around his flesh. After some more strokes and teasing touches he finally comes to the fat, inflated by all the blood pumped inside it knot. Kyo shudder in bliss, the touch of his mate sends pleasurable sensation throughout our mind link. Tarken smile in a dominant way, tightening his grip around Kyo's meaty cock, gently stroking it "you see…" he whispers again "I know exactly how to make you bend and beg for more you little eager cock slut". What comes next is quite… unexpected. I thought Kyo would moan and adopt maybe a more submissive stance but no; far from that. Instead he violently rams his horned face into Tarken's neck, shoving him away. He stutter on his paw, a bit astonished by what Kyo just did but when he rise his head to make eye contact with Kyo he finds himself with a strong clawed paw wrapped around his neck and slammed hard in the wall. All the balcony tremble below our feet.

"I am not your bitch!" roar Kyo, applying an unbearable pressure on his mate's neck until he gasps for air. "I am not a slut… you hear me Tarken I am not your little slut!" He shouts, slamming his mate's head into the wall again, repeating the same sentence over and over with each harsh shove, leaving a deep mark in the stone. A disgusting cracking sound fills the silence that installed, only interrupted by Kyo's growls of anger when he slam Tarken one last time in the wall; this time much harder before. I don't know exactly what made this loud crack but what I notice next is red droplets raining on the granite floor. I look up at his face to find a large wound just below his left eyes; it doesn't look deep but bleeds a lot.

Kyo hold him upright, Tarken barely awake, totally numb. "Listen to me Tarken! You don't know what it is to have two different people with their own mind; their own lust in your fucking head!" Tarken wants to say something but Kyo don't leave him time to answer and tighten his grip around his throat, only allowing a muffed whine to get out.

Suddenly a dark presence burst like a storm into my mind "Do something!" yelp Kaos, panicked. "What can I do?" I reply slyly "You are closer than me." "Just… hold him still… ok…." "That I can do."

I focus my hardest on the bond between me and Kyo; I feel his boiling energy, pulsating in our mind link. "Sorry my friend…" I whisper with sorrow. Then without any hesitation I twist the link. Kyo brutally freezes; all his muscles stiffen as his snout lowers, turning a pained gaze in my direction. I only show him an ice cold face. At the same time a smoky paw fall on the one squeezing Tarken's neck. Kyo looks surprised and turn his eyes in the other direction. Their eyes meet with surprise. They stare at each other for a long heavy, tensed minute until Kaos whisper. "Let go…". Kyo only shows him his long fangs, growling loudly. However he finally obeys but… not exactly as we expected and literally slam Tarken into the floor. "Kyo…" sigh Kaos disappointed. "What? I did what you wanted me to do. You never spoke of how I should have done it."

Kaos huffs, shaking his head in disbelief "You are annoying when you want". Kyo just snarl and walks away, carefully avoiding Tarken who is laying on his belly, panting hard. Kyle run to his dragon's side looking at the bleeding wound on his head "Are you mad or what!" he roar, pointing his shotgun at Kyo. Kyo turn his snout in his direction, glaring at him with a dominant look; like the one a predator would throw to a weak prey trying to confront him. Kyle doesn't even see what comes next and is whipped to the side by Kyo's thick tail that sways widely, hitting him right in the chest. He rolls over, losing his shotgun in the process. When he gets up again, holding his left arm with a grimace of pain Kyo's paw push the shiny shotgun out of his reach. They stare at each other for a split second before Kyo looks away with a long growl and finally walks in my direction. "On my back now" he orders, bending before me, letting me access to his spiky back. I hesitate, my eyes going from Kyle that is wavering toward his injured dragon and the angry, fang bared, eyes glowing with anger of my dragon. Out of patience he brutally turns his gaze in my direction, his bulky snout bumping on me, making me fall onto my back. "Jump on my back already…" he growls "Or perhaps you want to go back home on foot" he spit.

"Chill out… I'm coming…" I grumble as I climb on his back. When I've reached my favorite spot he flare his wings, ready to take flight. "Calm down Kyo we're not in a… oh shit!" I yell as he jump into the air, gaining altitude so quickly I have to catch the spike before me and hold to it with all my strength to not fall a few hundred meters below.

I've never seen Kyo fly that fast, his wing flap so rapidly I wonder how he can keep up at this pace. The cold strong wind washes over my face as we fly over the city, toward the lowering sun. We fly so fast the other riders that cross our path have barely enough time to dive underneath or make a sharp turn to avoid us. In the blink of an eye the city is a shining outline in the distance. Around us are only mountains, deep valleys and canyons, thick green forest and a few silvery rivers. Where is he going? It's not the right direction at all!

Whatever; he doesn't listen, his mind totally locked up, unresponsive to my calls. Well… he wants to be stubborn and grumpy I can be too. I cross my arms and sit more comfortably on the large spike behind me, looking at the passing land below us. Slowly Kyo seems to calm down, his speed slowly decrease as he looks around like he was lost. He shake his head several time, panting slightly. After a long time of silence he curls his neck to look in my direction. Our eyes cross for a brief second. In those two deep blue orbs I see sorrow, shame, regrets and fear but, more important, way above all the rest: I see surprise. A gentle presence manifest itself at the border of my mind, asking for entrance, mentally nudging me, wrapping itself around me to no use. I stay still and push it back. After what feels like an eternity Kyo's voice breaks the silence, weakly calling for me. I ignore it. He seems to hesitate for some time then try again a bit louder. I don't move an eyebrow even though his voice sounds broken and full of held back tears. After another endless minute of a heavy silence he dares to speak up "Allen…. Allen… please… please… answer me…" he begs, his whole bodu trembling before me. In a last ray of sun I see a tear forming on the corner of his right eye; right before it falls.

"What do you want?" I reply in a grunt.

"Please… tell me… what I have done?" he stammers.

Words miss me. How can he ask this when he just attacked and injured his mate then ran away like a guilty person would do.

My mouth open but; before I can even let out a single sound a crackling lightning rip the sky; black clouds towering above us, carried by the wind as a rumbling thunder echoes in every direction. A real curtain of cold water rains down on us, blinding our eyes, hiding even the closest mountain peaks. A violent and vicious wind drags us down toward the ground. Kyo try to resist the wind that sends him spiraling down, forcing us to dive straight toward the ground. For a brief second I see the top of the trees so close to me I could touch their leaves. At the last moment Kyo finds his balance again and manages to get himself out of the deadly spiral just over the first trees. "That was a close one" I stammer, shivering as much because of the cold as true fear. Kyo gains altitude thrown around by the wind. "This storm makes me ill…" I mumble, covering my mouth. Suddenly a much stronger wind blows us, making us dive again. It feels like an invisible hammer is trying to crush us to the ground. Kyo tries to resist but the wind keeps playing with us. A loud crack fil my ears as jolts of pain burst into my head, leaking from Kyo's mind. Once again he regains control a few meters above the trees, his claws cutting through leaves and the smaller branches. He makes a grimacing face as he struggles to gain altitude, his left wing seems to weaken a bit and force him to slow down. "Are you ok?" I ask, worried of his state. "Yes… yes… I'm fine… just… let me some time to… find a place to land…"

After five long minutes of flight through the strengthening storm, the howling wind, and the hale hammering us we distinguish a large cave in a mountain. The landing is a bit rough but we are both relieved to be on dry land, protected of the impetuous wind. Kyo walks to the other side of the cavern, his left wing still deployed, all his frame trembling, his jaws held tightly shut.

"Are you ok?" I wonder, walking to him, observing him as he licks the joint with caution, making low whimpers of pain.

"Last time I fly into a storm" he grunts trying to flap his wing. It's already hard due to the confined space of the cave but when he manages to extend it to its full length I can distinguish hear loud cracking sounds.

"That doesn't sound good…" I grumble "Are you sure you are alright?"

"Yes… I'm fine doing worry… I just need to relax a bit" he mumbles.

I sit against the cold and harsh wall of stone looking at the ragging storm outside. Soon a warm and soft surface comes in contact with my left cheek. I look the other way to discover Kyo crawling in my direction. "Can I sit there…? I feel a bit lonely…" he asks with an irresistible pleading look. "Yes sure… there's enough space to fit your fat scaly but here." He throws me a cute smile and starts to shuffle around to get into a more comfortable position. After a long moment he finds a good place to lie. "You know… if you seek something more comfy you can lay against me" he offer with a quite goofy smile. "No thanks I can already smell you from here"

In an instant his smile vanishes. I notice that everything became even darker. I look up and discover Kyo's left wing expended to its full span, making a roof above me. "You know it's not that useful to shelter me right now… It's not like rain could fall here."

It takes him a long time to react "Oh euh… it's not… a shelter… it's just… I… I can't move it… it's quite stiff and… painful" he stammer, staring at his own wing.

"Is it injured?" "No… not at all. It's just… it still hurt since… since we escaped… and from time to time it start to hurt and when it happens I can't move it. And I think our little trouble didn't improve it"

"Yes I heard it crack while we were flying…" I confirm "Do you want a little massage there?" "If you don't mind" he answers with a polite grin. I get on my feet and get a hold of his soft wing membrane. I start to rub around the point of origin of his sufferance. The area feels much warmer to the touch and form a large bulge. When I give it an experimental rub I feel Kyo’s entire frame tense, his already stiff muscles become incredibly stiff as a low whined growl escape his maws. “Sorry" I apologize. "No… It's nothing keep going." he encourage me, smiling lightly for a split second.

I massage carefully for a long, very long moment; Kyo slowly calming down. After around an hour later of massages he can finally move his wing and with an obvious relief put it in a better position. "Thanks" he whisper, nuzzling me gently, purring like a huge cat.

"You're welcome" I answer, rubbing his shiny scale with kindness. "You have no idea of how much it ached" he mumbles, pleased "and this massage… oh man it felt so good…. You really have some skills with your hands" he greats me "Maybe… you could put them to another use…" he whisper tantalizingly, closing the gap between us. His thick pungent scent fills the air. "Kyo you already know my answer to this…" I grunt, crossing my arms. "Come on…" he beg, rubbing his bulky snout against one of my arms. "I said no!" I roar slamming my gloved palm in his nose. In his eyes start to glow a fearsome fire. His forepaw grabs my legs, holding me in place as he gets up. Before my eyes appear Kyo's erect member, drizzling clear precum all over the stone bellow, throbbing with eagerness, his knot engorged with blood growing more and more. I gulp nervously as he takes a step further, his dripping cock pointing at my head, pre seed gathering on its spaded tip.

His strong musk impregnates the air with pungeant male's pheromones. I cough, incapable to breath in the thickening air around him. He curls his neck to face me, our eyes meeting again in a quite awkward position. "Does is smell good from here?" he purrs. "It smells like shit…" I grunt, covering my nose. "You'll better get used to it because it's the only thing you're gonna smell for a while" he growls "so get to work and make me cum" he order, his claws racking the stone right next to my ear. I casually cross my arms and answer with strength one single word "no". It has the only effect of making Kyo's jaws to part, revealing his large fangs glistening with saliva.

"I said… get to work slut!" he commands with a dominant tone. I spit in his direction; the glob of saliva spatter on the pristine scales of his snout, only earning me a long deep growl. "I'm none of your kind Kyo…" I grunt coldly "none of your alpha bullshit works on me." "That's what we're going to see…" he hisses deviously. We stare at each other for so long I feel like a century passed without us noticing it. Kyo finally decides to move. His wet cock tip hitting my lips repeatedly, smearing more of his pre on my face. It feels warm on my skin, but the smell… the smell is unbearable.

"Get to work before I lose my patience!" he roars, tired of waiting. "Oh… I'm scared… oh my god the big bad dragon is gonna rape me. Please can someone save me" I call with irony. It only seems to make him angrier than before.

"Fine… if you don't want to service me… I'll my way with you… one way or another." "Dare to try…" I spit.

After another long minute one of his paws start to descend along my armor, his claws grinding against the thick plates covering my chest, creating a loud screeching sound and leaving deep marks behind. My fist clench, my jaws tighten my teeth grit painfully. When he reaches my belly he surprisingly stops. "So… let's summaries it a bit… you don't want to please me… nether to suck me… well… there's only one place left…." he growl as his claws resume their long horrifying descent. "Wait… what are you doing?" I ask, petrified by fear. "Oh… almost nothing… just… taking you at your own words…." he murmurs into my ear. I gasp, understanding now what he is planning "No… don't… don't do that…" "So in this case obey and do what I want you to do" he growls, showing his oozing precum flesh. "I'll never do that" I reply firmly. "So in that case…." he whispers, letting his claws descend lower and at the same time applying more pressure on the metal.

"What a stupid Idea…" he whispers "covering yourself of this pathetic metal shell… so weak… so… fragile. Look… it barely gives any resistance to my claws… it would be so easy to shred it in tiny pieces…. So what do you choose? Will you obey or will you let me blast this useless armors of yours in spare parts and get what I want by force?" "Ok… ok… I'll obey" I sigh submissively, vanquished. "Finally…" he howl in relief. His fat cock is rammed forward in my chest, the tip squirting it's pre seed on my armor "I hope this shit won't corrode it" I mumble.

He growls and lowers his head again, puffing moist air right in my face "Get to work already." I grab the slickened flesh between my hands, giving it a gentle stroke. Kyo let out a moan of bliss as I caress the fleshy barbs covering his tip; a moan that turn into a loud shriek; his claws dig into the stone, his jaws snap a mere inch over my head. "Your gauntlets…" he hisses in pain "take out your fucking gauntlets!"

It takes me a long time to understand I kept my gauntlets and that the contact of hard and cold metal on his hot flesh mustn’t be enjoyable. For a second I wonder if I could make him suffer a bit with them; until I hear his tail slam in the wall "Pull them out!" he roars in my ear. "Hey… easy on the roars…" I grunt my ears full of his deep voice. After some time to recover I obey and pull my metallic gloves out and carefully put them on the stone near me. It was without counting on a large paw that whips them away. I sigh but once again wrap my hand around the thick pulsing meat. I forgot how quickly and easily Kyo is turned on. In just a few minutes of rough strokes and rubs on his flaring ridges his member is bulging, ready to spill it's mighty load on me, veins bulging below its surface. Those flared ridges and barbs react so wildly to the slightest touch, his cock convulsing rapidly, precum leaking on my now shiny with clear fluids armor. With each breath I take in his intoxicating pungent scent. A while ago he has lowered, his snout resting on my shoulder, his tongue slathering the thick armor plates and the skin of my neck in saliva, his long and sharp fangs nibbling gently at my neck. Even if I'm not comfortable with this large mouth full of fangs made to tear the flesh of a prey apart close to me I can't deny it feels really good; and to my own surprise he shows such cautions with his maws that I finally calm down. Adding to the awkward situation his long purrs and moans of pleasure making all the atoms of my body shiver with him. From time to time he gives a few quick trusts forward, leaking more pre all over my chest. Often he rams his knot against my hands, urging me to squeeze this wide ball at his base. "My knot…" he whine in my ear, begging for attention. "Not quite yet" I answer with the same tone. I keep this ministration going for a while, listening to Kyo's moans and growls of shuddering pleasure, feeling his member throb and twitch with an impressive eagerness to cum. Strangely I feel much closer to him right now than I've ever been. I feel every part of his body tremble and shudder in bliss, stiffening in anticipation to his impending orgasm. I feel him on the verge of cumming but suddenly all his body freezes, his panting breath washing over my neck. I hear some sounds he try to mutter, like some whines. I turn my head slightly but I can't see a damn thing in the now dark cave. I can't even find the reassuring glow of his blue eyes. In one of the few ray of moonlight I see something gleaning on his cheek. "Kyo… what's wrong?". His eyes open, looking at me with regrets, full of tears "What am I doing?" he cries. In a second the familiar weight of his fat dragonhood has disappeared as he vanishes in the darkness of the cave.

I get on my feet, worried for him. "Kyo! Kyo!" I call "Where are you? What's wrong buddy?" No one answers my calls.

I walk around the cavern, always following the wall with my hand but I see nothing in this thick blackness. Why did I have to bond to a black dragon? My foot hit something laying across the floor; I fall on the ground. A scaly snout comes poking at my shoulder "Sorry… it was my tail" apologize Kyo, helping me to get up again. "You should be more careful with it you're gonna kill someone one day." I grunt, massaging myself.

I follow the thickening scaly appendage to Kyo's large rump, fondling the harder scales there. Even in darkness I know he is blushing. I follow one of his hind leg until I reach his hind paw. I give the softer underside a rub. It seems to tickle a lot because he quickly retracts it. "It's… its sensitive" he stammers. I nod in acknowledgment and follow with my hand the other side until I reach his blue belly scales. I fondle them for quite some time then sit on what I assume is his belly.

"I'm… sorry… Allen" he whispers. "It's ok I'm fine." "It's not… what I mean…" he mumbles "I… I know I should have done this… I should have held my lust back…"

"Don't blame yourself I'm doing just fine" I reply. "Why do I have to be so… weak?" he spit angrily. "You're not weak Kyo… just… horny…" "Too often for my own sanity" he hiss "This dominant… thing… it's killing me… metaphorically of course".

"No… it's just because you don't control it." I reply, gently stroking his flank.

Kyo growls deeply, fangs bared "I… I don't want to… to hurt you…" "And you didn't" I reply "You were a bit rough and… well… dominant…." he smiles.

"It's just that… that… I… I start to remember… what I did… earlier… and… I… I regret" "That's good to know" I answer. "I mean… when Tarken started to tease me earlier… I… I really wanted it to continue. I… I swear I wanted to bend and let him fuck me. I… I was in the mood for it and he knew it… I don't know how but he was aware of it. And… And then this dominant… thing… kicked in and ruined everything…" he cries. "Is… is Tarken injured?" "You used him as a hammer so… I guess he is. But I think it's not really that bad" I add, trying my best to not worry him too much. "I hope so" he grumbles. "It's not to me you have to apologize… it's to Tarken." "I'll do it… when we'll be back home." "You'll better do so… and quickly" I warn him, putting the edge of my sword on his scales. "Speaking of which… we should head back home now… the storm is gone" he say, stretching his limbs. Suddenly something seems to attract his gaze in my direction. His eyes widen in shock when he sees something. "Allen…" he call shame fully and nervously, shivering uncontrollably "Could you sit… somewhere else?" "Why?" I ask, surprised. "Because… where you are sitting… it's not comfortable for me…" "What does it mean?" "You… you are sitting… on my cock".

I jump from my position, looking on what I was sitting. He is right; what I used as a chair is none other than his big throbbing shaft. "Sorry Kyo…" I excuse, half blushing half laughing. "It's nothing… it… it even felt quite good to have you there… so close to me…" he mumbles, avoiding staring at me too much.

"Yeah… it's quite… weird… stop this" I say as I walk away, searching for my gloves and helmet I left in a corner. Soon Kyo's snout touches my shoulder, "Allen" he calls. "Yes… what do you want?" "I've been thinking about… something…." "Congratulation!" I shout, hugging him warmly.

"Allen… I'm not joking" he reply, shoving me back gently "I mean… I've really thought about… the bond between us…" "Yes and?" "…And… I've come to the conclusion that… I… I don't want to change it." "Really…! Why?" "Well… I… It's just that… I know myself and that… bond or not… I'll breed you anyway…" "What! But… why?" "I mean… even if they manage to reduce or perhaps completely erase my lust toward you… it won't change a thing because I want to do it anyway… this lust only… urge me to do it. To be honest with you Allen I've… been curious about it for a while… but under normal circumstances I wouldn’t dare to ask this to you." "I see…" I grumble "But what made you want to try this with me?" "I heard… tales… of dragons and human getting together and… doing it. For us… it was forbidden of course… but… I always wanted to close the gap and try it by myself… and I wasn't the only one…." "Really…. Who else?" "My mates… when they were still… there… we had long hot discussions about it and more than once we thought of hiring a few humans for a night or two and have our fun with them while we could fit with them… while we were… young…" "But you are still young!" I protest "My father said you were my age." "Technically yes but… it's more… complicated than that…. Anyway… we never did it… we were too afraid of the consequences of our actions but now… I regret. I saw what you were capable of with your hands, the pleasures you gave me. You… you touched place even my tongue never managed to reach and… I loved it… and I regret even more they can't be there to enjoy it… with me…." His sentence ends in a long cry. "I think they would be proud of you" I whisper. "I hope you're right" he whimpers. I hug his snout, whipping out all the tears falling from his eyes. "So… you really want to do it with me?" "I'd be so happy to try it with you" he confirms with a light smile. "You know that sounds weird don't you?" "I do… but I don't care." he replies.

"So… I'd better protect my ass." "You don't have to worry… I won't rape you…" "Allow me to doubt of that." He gives me a sly smirk. "It's just that… I don't control it `very well…." "You mean not at all."

We both laugh loudly. "Ah… go fuck yourself." he finally says between laughter. "I'm not a dragon I don't have a tail to do that." It makes Kyo blush.

"Yeah… speaking of which… I never did fuck myself with my own tail… I find it to dry" "Stop this! I don't want to know what you do with your hole."

He looks away in shame. He makes a few steps toward the exit, offering me a perfect view of his erection drooling and throbbing rapidly. I sigh and follow him until I'm close enough to smell Kyo's virile musk and feel the unbearable heat radiating from the hard flesh. He tense when my hand comes in contact with one of the ridge and moan when I start to rub it. "Allen…" he calls in a long lusty moan "what are you doing?" "You don't want to fly home with this thing out?" "No…" he stammers "It… It's quite… annoying… it… it slap against your belly… it… it… slow you down… it… it gets cold and hurt because of the wind and… overall it doesn't help when you want to focus" he mumbles. "I imagine."

But surprisingly enough he put his tail between us protecting his exposed flesh. "Why?" I ask "Don't you want to get rid of it?" "I do… but… I… I don't want to force you…." "It's not the time for this let me do this for you and let's head back home quickly."

His tail rise again. I make a quick work over hiis cock and in barely five minutes he is roaring his pleasure to the ceiling, thick creamy seed spurting from his cock. A sly grin spray on my face as a really dirty idea makes its way into my mind. I aim his cock upward and wait for the next hard spurt. Hot dragon cum splatters on his scales; covering his deep blue belly in a thick coat of pearlescent white semen.

"What was that for?" he ask, panting harshly, his cock softening and retreating in its slit. "Dunno… just… found it fun."

"Great… I'll have to clean this mess again" he grunt "Come on… I know you don't mind." He shakes his head negatively. "I'm geting tired of being covered of cum all the time…" he mumbles; "it's getting less funny" "Anyway let me climb on your back." He lowers himself but keeps himself out of reach. "What are you waiting for?" I wonder. "I was just thinking…" "And what was the result of these probably deep thought of yours?" "I really think breaking the bond is a bad idea… and I think it will hurt us more than it will help in the end so… I think it's not worse it." "We will talk about that later;" I sigh´ "first bring us home." "Sir Yes sir" he answers, letting me climb on his back. We take flight, vanishing in the black sky.

"Allen… has you felt Kaos?" He asks once we have reached a good altitude in the whitish clouds. "No… I haven't felt him in a while?" "Me too" he admits "and I wonder why he is so silent?"

"Don't know… maybe it's some of his demonic… stuff…" "I suppose you are right" he sighs.

………

What could possibly occupy Kaos so much he ignores everything that just happened and remained silent and isolated himself like this?

Let's find out.

………

Kaos:

I'm there, curled on myself in the darkest corner of Kyo's mind, far out of his reach, surrounded by impenetrable barriers, every fiber of my body trembling in sheer fear. In my head one single thing, a picture, a faint image turns over and over before my eyes, a detail none of them saw, a detail that only I noticed. A little thing on a road, thousands of feet below us while we flew away, a microscopic black point next to a much larger blue form. This sight made my guts twist in fear. I felt their eyes staring at me from the ground, like there were able to pierce through the scales, the skin, the flesh of Kyo te see me, crawling deep beneath all those layers. I tried to retreat more, to hide like a terrified child further inside Kyo but I still could feel them. They knew I was here. I felt like shrinking to the size of a cherry but still they were here, they knew I was there. They kept staring at me until we were out of sight. But still so many questions storm in my mind. How did they manage to find me? How is it possible? How did they manage to reach this country? How can they be… alive?

………

Meanwhile in the comfy atmosphere of a room where things start to get… hot.

………

Ares:

I can't believe it, the contact of those warm paw pads on my shoulder, this slow moist breath washing over my neck, this agile serpentine tongue dashing over my scales, leaving a wet trail behind, the large member stuffing my ass, stretching my hole, throbbing rapidly, squirting hot precum to slicken my hole. I shiver in both bliss and disbelief. How can he be there plugging my hole with his ridged spear of flesh when he was cold and dead barely a minutes ago.

I want to scream, to hug him to feel the softness of his scales against mine, to kiss him, to tell him how much I love him and how much I regret what happened. A thousand of different things want to be said at the same time, but through the wave of messy words that I manage to form in my mouth only one can be heard. "Skel" I whine pitifully. "Yes my dear" he answer with gentleness. Just the sound of his voice whispering in my ear makes me cries "I… I… I thought you were… dead…"; "But I'm not" he answers, giving me another lick.

"How… how is it possible?" ask Tormis, cutting me short. I nod approving the question. "I'm surprised you fell in the trick too brother." he answer a sly smirk forming on his lips. "A trick!" we both shout. "Yes otherwise I won't be here to talk with you." "That's quite true…." I admit. "Tormis you really thought I was dead?" Sighs Skel with some disappointment in his voice. "Yes… of course… you……" Skel makes him a sign he understands "Did you forgot I'm a real god when it comes to acting?" "Yeah… I did" whisper Tormis, a red blush forming on his cheeks. "Hold on… you were acting all along?" I stammer "Was I such a fool to not see it?" "No… you're not…" replies Tormis "when he says he is a good actor trust me he is." "Shit" I swear under my breath. "And to answer your question I was acting… most of the time…." "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, nervous. "I started acting when your little mind control trick failed. Speaking of which; you really need practice." I want to protest but a light hump in my ass turns my words to lusty moans.

"Anyway I've been playing with both of you… around… when we had our little fun." A warm blush covers my cheeks. "Don't deny it… you loved it as much as me" he whispers in my ear "Honestly I never imagined it could work" he whisper "How did you manage to be fooled by such an old trick?" he ask mockingly. "I… I… wasn't careful enough" he say shamefully. "But you guys really surprised me; I imagined you would get horny much earlier." We both stare at each other, our cheeks turning to red. "And I see you've been putting my toys to good use" whisper Skel in my ear with a teasing tone, the large dildo grinding against my chin. "Stop this…" I beg. He let out a low purr. "Seriously guys I thought you would fuck each other much sooner. Ten more minutes and I was going to wet myself." Tormis and I exchange an amused look. "Speaking of which" he whisper. I gasp, my eyes going wide as surprises freezes my muscles. A warm stream of liquid hit my walls, splattering in my passage, coating my bowels in yellowish piss. "Don't tell me he is doing what I think he is." mumble Tormis in disbelief. "He is" I coo in answer, eyes half closed, enjoying the feeling of the hot pee pooling inside me. I cram my neck to look at Skel and I'm met with a large amused grin. I try to kiss him but he keeps himself out of reach. I let out a pleading whine, only earning a wider devious grin. Finally he closes the gap and our lips brush together. He draws me into a deep passionate kiss, our jaws parting and locking around each other’s as our tongue slip inside the other's mouth, coiling together.

Slowly he start to trust, his cock pulling out, accompanied by warm piss that trickles down my back then trust back inside, going much deeper. The stream seems to strengthen as it hits a very sensitive spot deep in my hole. I moan loudly in the kiss, feeling my dick hardening again with a renewed eagerness to spill its load. The stream of pee unloading in my ass feels endless and so pleasurable, filling me with a delightful warmth as the yellow liquid pours out of my anus, marking my scales yet again with the scent of the young male above me. Sadly it has to come to an end slowly the powerful stream becomes just a trickle then completely fade in a few droplets. I purr in bliss, panting slightly. He pulls completely out, my hole clenching on nothingness, forcing the warm liquid to gush out of me, pooling between my hind legs.

"Dude… that's gross" growls Tormis, snarling in disgust when the thick pungent scent of fresh urine reaches his nostrils.

"Say the guy that wants to fuck his own brother" Spit Skel with an obvious disgust.

All colors leaves Tormis faces as his expression turns into shame. I believe if he could have turned invisible and run away he would have done it long ago. "You… you… heard… everything?" he stammer, trembling in fear. "Yes I did… every single word you said." I hear Tormis gulp, afraid of what will soon come. "Listen… Skel… I can explain everything…." "Ares would you kindly silence him?" he orders, pushing my head down on his cock. When the slick tip touches my lips I don't hesitate and swallow the whole length. Tormis let out a long cry of pleasure, forcing his cock deeper in my hot maws. "We will talk about that later" growls Skel, fangs bared "Right now we have more important matters to talk about." I know he is staring at me. I want to shrink, to become so small he can see me. "Skel I…" He doesn't leave me an opportunity to talk, one of his paw enclose around my neck, jerking it upward, cutting my breath short. Slowly his claws sneak their way toward my chin. When they firmly grab a hold of my snout and start to twist it around; forcing me to adopt a strange and very uncomfortable position: my neck curled backward in a position allowing barely enough air to reach my lungs and enough blood to keep my brain functioning. He point at something with his claw tip, I follow the direction and discover my own member hard and throbbing, leaking precum like I expect it to do. I blush a bit, trying to look away but he insists. Finally, with a grunt of annoyance I glare at my hare member. It's only then I notice his other paw that seem to casually hang near it. When I focus on it I notice a strange ring made in a black metal. "You wonder what it is?" he asks in my ear. I nod; my eyes still glued to the object. "Allow me to show you." he whisper just before guiding the ring around my cock tip and make it slide further along my length, scraping on the fleshy barbs on its way. He only stops when the thing iis smacking my knot, pressed so hard against it that it hurts.

The contact of the cold metal ring on my burning hot flesh sends jolts of pain into my body as more blood is pumped into my cock.

"What is that thing?" I ask, curious. "I let my brother explain what this little thing is for." he coos in my ear.

He let go of my snout. I turn my eyes in Tormis's direction to find him crying silently "What's wrong?" I ask "What is that thing?"

"A little gift I offered him a while ago" he sobs "You know… we are a lot into… bondage and… torture… a bit…" "What is that thing?!" I roar, making him flinch and tremble. "A… a cock ring…" "Thanks I can see that!" "When he'll start it… it will deny…" his voice break on the next word "What will it do?!" I yell, feeling panic rise inside me,. "It… will forbid you… from cumming…." he cries, turning his face away. "No… it's not… argh…!" My sentence ends in a loud whine. Skel, just activated this damn thing. It felt like a strong current traverse my dick, making it convulse. I throw it a quick look and see the reddish glow radiating from the ring that seems to have shrunk in size, gripping tighter around my cock. "Why?" I cry "What have I done to you to diserve that?"

I feel his heavy weight drop on me again "I didn't really appreciate your mind control trial on me… neither did I like the fact that you lied to us on your identity since the beginning" he hisses in my ear. "But… I… I didn't know you were… in this too…" I try to protest but it's no use he has already plunged his cock deep inside me. I let out a loud cry of pain as the large member stretch me wide to fit its girth in my hole. I close my eyes, tightening all my muscles to not cry as he penetrates me harder.

"Please… Skel… forgive me" I squeal, bending forward as his thick members drills my ass. His paw slams in the back of my skull, forcing me yet again to look down. I find myself facing Tormis erection again. I gulp nervously, keeping my jaws shut. I meet Tormis's gaze. We stare at each other with hesitation. Our puzzled faces are almost hilarious. He makes me a timid sign, pointing at his throbbing erection with a shy expression. I vigorously shake my head, clearly showing my disapproval to this. Skel's claw lash at my neck; digging deeply beneath my skin. I feel a bone chilling warmth ooze on my scales. "Don't resist and get sucking." he hisses in my ear "I think my brother deserve some attention too…." "Why? What have I done to you to get you so… mad at me?"

"Shut up and obey!" he growls in my ear. I squeak in pain, feeling my thick blood pouring out of the wound he just inflicted me, eating through my scales, dissolving them on its path. The growing pain just adds to the one coming from my stretched hole. And if it wasn't already enough my cock begins to itch quite badly too.

"Stop please" I cry. "No…" he spit again in my ear "so shut up and put your mouth to a better use before I lose my patience."

I lower my head submissively and let my tongue slip out of my mouth, coiling around the thick spear of meaty cock waiting for me. I sob silently as my lips close around his member, tasting his sweet slickened flesh again, my teeth gently nibbling at his ridges, making him tense in fear of a harsher bite. I throw him a quick glance through the veil of tears blurring my eyes, saying "don't worry… I won't bite…". With a bitter feeling of shame and defeat I take in the thick pungent musk of the slit just before me, inhaling deeply in these enticing pheromones. At first I do almost just let his aqueous precum pool in my mouth, enjoying its warmth and quite delightful taste, sloshing his gooey pre around in my mouth, covering his cock with its own lubrication.

Gently his paws grab my horn, pulling me down lower onto his cock, forcing me to swallow a few more inches that come resting on my tongue. More pre is squirted in my mouth. I swallow it greedily, a goofy smile forming on my lips. My eyes cross those of Tormis again. He is already panting in raw need, his eyes glassy with carnal lust, thick globes of black saliva leaking from his parted maw, falling from his chin, leaving gleaning blackish marks behind, his paws firmly gripping my horns, waiting for me to get to work. I purr again and lower my head until my nose smack against his slit. When my scales touch his slit a sharp squirt of musky fluids erupt from his depth, covering my nose in his potent scent. Just this smell, this so masculine and musk heavy fragrance is enough to drive me insane with lust. I purr in bliss and start to suckle on his cock, bobbing my head up and down his shaft, my tongue caressing the ridges oh his underside, making his cock throb harder and harder as his tip come brushing against the roof of my mouth. I listen to the symphony of growls and moans coming from both of them; weirdly enough it sounds heaven to my ears. I have to admit I'm enjoying it… well… at least half of it quite a lot. A cock stuffing my mouth; another rammed roughly up my ass, both throbbing eagerly, waiting for me to pleasure them in every possible way. In other circumstances I would love this, feeling both cocks trust inside me, the two males moaning their pleasure to the sky as they fill me up with their creamy young seed. But instead one is roughly pounding me, even though it feel nice when I grew used to this rapid pace and the other giving light gentle humps in my mouth, grinding against my tongue. All in all it's really pleasurable, if it wasn't for this cold ring pulsing with magic, sending painful energy discharge in my member, forcing my building up seed to stay inside me when it so desperately wants to get out.

Anyway…. I have no choice. I can just wait for Skel to put this damn thing away from my cock and allow me to spill my essence wherever I can. It’s not required to be a genius to know that it won't be happening before a few rounds at least.

I guess I just have to wait and give them what they want. I let Tormis hump my mouth, spewing more pressed in my mouth, a liquid that I swallow with the same eagerness that he shows when he trusts. His grip around my horns lessen, just holding me still while he hump my mouth, adopting a slow and steady pace, filing my mouth with his thick penis every time he trusts. I coo in bliss, quite happy with the turn it's taking, I barely have to work and just stand there, bending, my belly touching the ground, my neck curled to allow Tormis a better access to my mouth while my ass rhythmically clench around Skel's trusting cock. I moan around the meet plowing my mouth. After some time I feel Tormis hump harder into my mouth, his panting breath filling my ears. "I'm… close…" he groans, hammering his cock into my mouth, his bloated tip pushing in my throat past my gag reflex, squirting jets of precum into my throat, the muscles squeezing his flesh, coaxing everything he is worth for. "I hope you are ready for what's coming next…" hiss Skel in my ear. I know he is on the verge of cumming too, his speed as increased again, his cock plunging inside my passage, stretching me wide around his dick. I know my own orgasm is close too, my member trembling with pleasure. Tormis is the first one to break loose, slamming his member deep in my throat, his cum filling my belly, flowing down my throat. I growl around his convulsing member. "Yeah… that's it… swallow it all. You crave for it" whisper Skel with a sensual voice "you are just a little eager bitch…." I want to make him regret his words, to make him swallow and suffocate with his own tongue, my muscles clench, my claws scraping at the floor. "Don't try to look bold… I know you love it… little slut…" he say, smacking his tail into my balls. I whine, my eyes watering with tears as the tightness feeling in my cock only get worst. Skel's claw penetrate my flesh, breaking the scales and cutting the thick leathery skin like it was all made of thin paper.

I close my eyes, waiting for the first blast of fresh seed. I don't have to wait long. He let out a mighty roar, putting all his weight on my back, forcing me in a more submissive stance as he withdraw his hardened member one last time before slamming in with all his strength. A gush of warm cum paint my inside in sticky whiteness, going so deep inside me it manages to his a very special spot. I almost spit Tormis Cock, still spurting hard in my mouth, letting his cum splash on my face, covering my scales of white streaks that are barely noticeable on the pearlescent white of my body while I cry in pleasure. A cry that turn in an ear splitting shriek when the ring around my member enter in action: a Strong surge of energy traverse my flesh, making all my muscles stiffen as the energy seems to wrap around my flesh then tighten, squeezing my cock painfully, forcing my seed to stay inside. I curl my neck to see between my legs. The black ring seems to have shrunk; now so pressed around my cock it seems to be a part of it, reddish glyphs glowing on it. I let out another whimper as my cock throb, my seed trying to escape the tight confined space of my fully loaded balls. Only a weak stream of a messy liquid manages to escape from my urethral hole. My cock is bulging with all the seed trapped inside it. A claw slowly grind against my cock, playing with the sensitive, flared barbs, applying a bit of pressure on my inflated knot, triggering little jolts of a painful pleasure that make my body quake with the r7 need to cum. "Yeah… I know it's painful…" he whispers in my ear again "You know… it will stop… as soon as you tell me what I want to know."

The temptation to talk, to say everything to earn my release is strong, it would only require a few words and this whole thing would be over and I could enjoy the feeling of a well-earned orgasm.

"Fine…" I sigh. "That's a good boy…" he whispers in my ear, greeting me with a gentle massage of my painfully swollen balls. It would almost be enough to send me over the edge again… if it wasn't for this ring which grasps keep tightening more and more. "First things first what is your true name?" My guts twist violently. It couldn't have asked something worst. Right in the painful cracks of my shell; the black hole of my origine; this area of emptiness in my mind where only a few phantom memories wanders around, barely visible, erased by time. I flinch, my lips trembling. "I said; what is your name?" he growls, out of patience. "I… I… I don't have a name…" I mumble. ,"Lies…" he hisses "give me your true name…." "I say I don't have a fucking name!" I roar, shaking all my body hard enough to make him loose his balance and fall flat on my back. "I mean… I… I've never been given one… well… as far as I can remember…." "Stop lying to me!" he growls, his claws tearing up my scales.

"Hold on Skel…" shout Tormis, grabbing my snout in between his soft forepaws, his so soft paw pads felt so good on my scales, whipping away the few tears wetting my cheeks "what do you meant by that?" he asks with gentleness. "I… I don't remember the name my… parents gave me… neither their face… neither the one of my brother… I've just been called… by a stupid number for my entire life…" I spit in a mix of anger and sorrow. "I see…" he whispers "And Ares? Where does this name come from?"

"It's not mine… it's… the one of a friend…" I whisper, looking on the side, to the smoky outline staring at me. He nods in approval. I notice that Skel has followed my eyes and his now focusing all his attention on the same point I'm looking at with suspicion; like he was able to see Ares. "He know I'm here" he gasps, the smokes forming his body turn to a lighter shade of grey and seems to vanish slightly. "Is that your little… guardian angel?" growls Skel in my ear.

My eyes go wide again "How…?" "I felt him when you took control of my body…" he spits.

Surprisingly Ares stay totally silent, even absent. When I look at him again I find him with his eyes glued to Tormis's already softening and shrinking cock, almost fully retreated in its slit.

"Hey… Ares… are you there?" I wonder, shivering in a growing fear. "Can you leave me your place for a while?" he asks, saliva gathering on the corner of his maws, eyes glazing with desire. "Why?" "I'd like to have my go… too…."

I'm so shocked by this request, words miss me, I can't argue, nor accept; I just stare at him in utter shock, still astonished by this question. This… coming from him… I… I never imagined that could happen.

"Are you serious?" I stammer. "Why not… I mean… It could be fun." he answer, his smoky body turning to a pinkish color "also… it could give you some time to find a way to get us out of this… tricky situation you put us into." my mouth open but a smoky paw comes to cover it, silencing me. "Don't argue we don't have time for this. Give me the control and let me have my fun." "I'm not sure it's a good idea" "Come on… I promise there is no trick behind this" he whispers, urging me to accept. "You… you won’t… hurt them?" "No" "you won’t… turn me into…" "no… I promise?" he moans, adopting a cute looking, pleading face.

"Ok… fine… let's do it" I say without conviction "just… don't be rough on me… ok?" "Ok… just… don't panic it will feel a bit weird."

In an instant my vision blurs, the world around me vanishes in an ocean of darkness as I feel myself slipping away. I open my eyes, everything looks different. I look at my own paw to find them made of thick whitish fumes that seem to puff in every direction. I take a look at my body; every part of me is looking the same way. "I know it feels weird at the beginning but you're gonna get used to it shortly." he murmurs reassuringly. I nod mechanically, giving close to no care about what he is saying. The only thing that matters is this new form of mine. By reflex I try to grab a hold of the first object that come into my reach: a grapefruit sized yellow ball that is rolling around slowly. My hand goes through it. Surprised I try again and again, yet again my claws traverse the object like it was made of pure air; or perhaps it's me who is made of nothingness. "Yeah… I didn't precise it to you but… you can't touch anything… physical at least" he mumbles. A smile slowly appears on my lips when I understand his words. I focus all my mind on this little object, memorizing every detail of it's lemon yellow surface until a clear picture is drawn in my head. I open my eyes with a victorious grin on my face. With much more assurance I put my hand on the ball. This time I feel the cold rubbery contact against my paw pads as I lift my paw from the ground, holding tightly the ball like a playful child "Hmph… quick learner…." he snorts.

I giggle happily and throws the ball; it bounces on the floor a first time, then hit the wall; bouncing again before coming back in my direction. I catch it in a paw with a natural ease. "Not bad" he comment "but could you stop playing for a sec and focus?" "no fun…" I spit, throwing the ball again. A loud crushing sound fills my ears. I stop, trembling in fear, a cold embrace caressing my body. I look behind me and see, on a shelf I had almost forgotten, a large object made of a very thin glass, broken, reduced to a pile of thin, sharpened debris scattered on the wooden shelf and the floor way down below. I look down to see, there, standing in the middle of the shiny debris lays the yellow ball I just threw. "How did you do that?" ask Ares, impressed. "Did… what?" "How did an object you created with your mind managed to break a physical one?" he blabber, petrified by the shock of the incredible thing that just happened. "I… I don't know…" I whisper weakly. "Are you ok?" "I feel… tired…" I whimper. "Yeah… I felt some of my energy being drained… damn… what have you just done?"; "I don't know… God I am so… sleepy…" I yawn. "Take some rest… but not too much while I deal with them…" he whispers, is mind come nudging against mine.

I lie down on the ground and observe as he focus once again on the two brothers. "Is that you’re doing?" growls Skel. Ares only smile deviously and stay silent. "Answer to me!" he orders. "Go fuck yourself… that's the only thing you'll hear from me" he reply with an incredible calm. "Oh… you still want to look bold. Fine… as you wish… you wanna play tough… I'm gonna show you tough" he growls again. Ares only shows him the same provoking smile "oh then… what are you waiting for?" he coos teasingly. "As you wish… but I'm not gonna be gentle with you…."; "I've never said I'd like it slow… I'd rather have it rough…." Skel blanks out, his eyes glaring at Ares. He throws him a devious smile and, before any of the two brother can react pins Tormis to the ground, his paws holding him splayed on his back, his hindquarter wide open and vulnerable. Ares stares at the soaked slit exposed before him, licking his lips in anticipation. A loud yelp shake all the room when Ares, stricken by the urge to taste the male he holds between his paw starts to ravenously lap at the male's exposed gender, covering his sensitive rift in his saliva, his tongue delving in quickly, forcing the muscular slit to part around him to fit the girth of his large tongue. In seconds his agile tongue aas reached deep inside Tormis most sacred sanctuary, his nostrils kissing the slit as it overflows with musky lubrication fluids, his muscles clamping around his tongue, trying to force it Out as his cock rehardens. Tormis moans out loud, pressing his slit harder against our snout, squirt of hot liquid covering our scales in a thin layer of his arousal. We both shiver in bliss. I may not be thq sleepy after all. I get on my paws and circle around them to get a better view of the scene. I observe as Ares keep pleasuring Tormis, his eyes glassy with lust and desire, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the potent musky liquid oozing out of Tormis's slit.

In no time Tormis member's his protruding of his slit, covered of white streaks coming from his last orgasm. He seems to be already on the edge of cumming, letting out loud moans of pleasure, shuddering with each lick of his sensitive flesh. As his growing penis spills from his slit, spurting an aqueous precum right in our face, his length is guided right in our eager and welcoming mouth. When half of his throbbing length is resting on our tongue, making him groan in blis, his trembling soft paws holding to our face Ares throws him a quick satisfied smile and get to work, suckling and licking on the thick shaft, making lewd noises as saliva begins to drip from our parted maws. "Oh man… no one ever aroused me like this before" moans Tormis, enraptured, lightly trusting inside us.

"What a… cock slut…" purrs Skel, turned on by the show happening right before his eyes. His cock, still lodged deep inside our ass is slowly pulled out. ¹I hear Ares moan as the thick meat leaves our stretched hole with a stream of still warm gooey semen. "Look ho. cute and eager he is…" he groans just before slamming in again. A loud cry escapes our throat. In a mere second it turns into a rough breeding, Skel humping us at a restless pace, driving his cock in and out of us. On the other side Tormis has changed position, now standing up on his hind legs, his forepaws coming to rest on our shoulder blades, near those of his brother, his member buried in our mouth as he trust steadily inside, pushing his dick further and further in until it enters our throat. "Are you enjoying the show?" whispers Ares in my mind. "Yes… more than I expected." "Glad to hear that…" he giggles "but stop staring pervert and get to work!"

"What do you want me to do?" I sigh. "I don't know… perhaps find a way to get this out of my… of our… cock…." "I'll see what I can find." "Hurry the fuck up I think they are about to cum… and me too… at least try…" he warns me, panting hard.

I look around; searching for any clue on what could help us. Soon, because they have nowhere else to go, my eyes fall on his… no on our cock. The state I find it in only fills my heart with sorrow and compassionate. It must be so painful. The black surface is bulging outward, large veins bulging below the surface, giving it a strange look. From the tip a weak stream of whitish liquids manages to escape, dripping down on the stone floor. Near the base the ring looks to have shrunk a bite more, trapping my cock and the semen it holds inside in a tight and cold grip that allows nothing to get past it. My knot is so inflated with all the blood pumped inside it that it now does twice thicker than before, giving my cock much more girth. And; of course, on all its surface is stretching a network of bulging veins. I focus on the ring, on its perfectly black surface. On the metal little cracks seems to glow. "Or maybe it's not cracks… but only the thing that adapts to stay tightly wrapped around my flesh.

Suddenly something appear, a faint picture, a line of glyphs swirling around the metal ring. But, as quickly as it appeared it has already vanished. "Damn it…" I swear. "What have you found?" ask Ares with a moan. "Glyphs… but I can't read them…" "Try again…" he hisses. "They are gone…" I growl. "¹Fine… I'll see what I can do… when they are finished…".

I look up; they are still going at it like mads, humping my mouth and ass with all their strength; Skel hammering my loosened ass while Tormis cock plunges deep into my throat, forming a large bulge in my neck.

BOth of them are panting, their tongue lolling limply on the side of their maw; their claws digging in my flesh to keep their balance, applying all their weight on my poor back, forcing us to bend until our belly touch the ground and my neck is jerked upward to give Tormis more room to facefuck me.

"How are you doing?" I ask calmly. "They are close… and I'm too…" "In that case… I should perhaps give you a hand…" "Wait… what are you… ahhh!" he howl as my paw grab his bloated cock, stroking it up and down rapidly. "Stop… stop this…" he yelps, his pleading voice invading my mind with a flow of unbounded pain. "Doesn't it helps?" I ask, pulling away my smokey paw. "No…" he whines "It feels like a cold wind is masturbating me…." I grimace, sharing his pain "yeah… I imagine it mustn't feel good…" "Not really… so stop please…." "Ok ok… I just wanted to help…" I sigh. "And I'm happy you tried but please… keep your paws far from me… ok…" he begs me.

So I sit on the ground next to him and observe in silence as the twin brother ravage my body. Skel is the first one to climax, hilting inside me one last time, and his slit kissing my pucker as the first strong jet of cum hits my prostate. We both cry out our pleasure as the feeling of his warm semen flowing in our hole is enough to trigger our own orgasm… or a trial of orgasm at best. I see once again a weak spurt gushing out of my cock as it throbs hrder and harder. "Oh by all the Gods… this thing hurts…" he squeals. I can only watch with a heart filled with sorrow as more cum is pumped deep inside us. Even though Skel's thick flesh is sealing our entrance gushes of warm cum get past the tiny space, leaking on the ground below, forming a whitish puddle between my hind paws. Tormis lasts for one more minutes before he finally comes too with a loud roar of utter pleasure. His seed erupts directly in our throat, filling our stomach with his gooey warmth. Slowly, while he is still emptying himself inside us he pulls out, his cock now resting on my tongue, spurting more of his delicious cum for me. Loud swallowing sounds fill the silence as Ares hungrily drink the potent seed directly from the source. Finally Tormis completely pulls out, the last spurts splashing on our face, covering my scales of cloudy lines of cum. Ares let out a long moan as he grinds our snout against Tormis sack, his softening cock resting on our scales, right before our eyes. "You taste so sweet…" he groans, half lidded eyes glued to the flesh weakly squirting it's musky mess over our snout.

I freeze suddenly, my breath stuck in my throat. Tormis's eyes have snapped open with inside them an expression of shock. He is staring at something, something that looks like it's terrifying him. I wonder what might be the cause of such a fear in those crimson eyes and follow his gaze. I finally find the reason of his fear. What he is glaring at is none other than me. I barely have time to react that already I'm pulled back at the control of my body. The numerous sensations that assault me when I regain control are too much. I stutter on my paws. The mix of pleasure and unbearable pain is far beyond what I can handle. I crouch, whining in pain. It takes me a long time to notice the gentle presence nudging at the border of my mind; asking for entrance. I establish contact. A dark pounding energy enters my mind. It takes me an eternity to recognize Tormis. "What do you want?" I mumble, having much trouble dealing with the amount of darkness in my head. "You… you are two…!" he shouts in surprise, fear and some respect. I mentally nod approvingly. "What the fuck are you?" "I… I can't show you…" "Why?" "Because if I reveal myself we are all busted!" I roar in frustration. "So why don't you tell him to skel?" "Do you really think he would listen to me?" I growl in anger. "Not really… you make your point."

We are brutally cut off by a violent mind-blowing surge of pain when Skel's claw tear through my neck again, leaving another bloody trail behind. The wounds radiate so much pain throughout all my body. I spasm in pure suffering; blood gushing out rapidly. "Hey do not think I'm done with you yet…" he hiss in my ear. "C'mon dude I think he has suffered enough" protest Tormis, cuddling my snout between his soft forepaws. I'm not that comfortable with this afection, more precisely because of the long and sharp claws scratching my scaly cheeks. "We will see about that…" he growls, fangs bared. His snout comes closer to my ear, his hissing breath tickling at my scales. "I've already seen this other side of you…. I know you're starting to unveil yourself to us…. The question now is… will you tell us everything or will you struggle until I break you…? You know I can wait all day to have my answers… but will you survive that long?" I gasp when one of his claw tips rubs my sensitive flesh. "I know what you want so desperately… you know I'll give it to you… as soon as you'll be decided to talk…" "Fuck of…" I spit. I see that Ares is looking at me, nodding approvingly, a warm grin on his face and pride in his eyes. "Come on… I know exactly what you want and how badly you crave for it…" he whispers tantalizingly, squeezing my knot, making me yelp in both pain and pleasure.

"You see… you crave for it… so why resist… it could be much easier for both of us if you would just Stop this nonsense…" he continues whisper sensually, slowly stroking my painfully hard and twitching member. "Are you done talking? You'll need more than words to break me…" "If you say so… I won’t make you wait any longer." he says, lining up his cock with my gaping and cum oozing hole. I bite my tongue to not growl when he forcefully put it in. The metallic taste of my own blood fills my mouth as salty tears build up in my eyes. The pain is… I don't think there is a word to describe how bad it hurts. The worst isn't even my ravaged tailhole, my cock on the verge of imploding; no… no it's something else… the worst source of suffering is my neck. From the deep marks Skel's claw left behind them a thick flow of a greenish acid bloods pours, destroying my scales, burning my skin, melting my flesh, devouring the first layers of muscles it has reached. I cry in pain, the sensation of my body being devoured by the thick liquid melting everything on its path is driving me mad with pain. "Yes I know it hurts" mutter Skel in my ear "It will stop as soon as you'll tell me what I want to know…". I just sob, trembling in pain; all my body flinching. Moreover; something unexpected happens, something that put a wide grin on my face. Above me Skel let out a muffed huff, a snarl twisting his traits. We all exchange a surprised look, below me Tormis is smiling to, giggling slightly.

On my right side Ares is rolling on his back like a playful child, laughing loudly, his body convulsing violently. "He… he… he is spent…" he shout between two bursts of laughter. "You did a great job" I great him letting out a relieved sigh. "Below me Tormis is sniggering lowly, throwing provoking glances at his brother that still tries to hump me with his softening cock with long whimpers of pain. "What… already spent?" I ask, taunting him "I thought you had much more than that for me. Wasn't it you who were saying that you could keep going all day. I'm pretty… disappointed…." "Fuck of…" he spit. "You… you… made me cum so hard" he whimper, his voice much softer. "Yes… I'm quite good at that…" I grunt, proud of myself. Slowly he pulls his limp member out of my tailhole "I don't need that to make you suffer…". As he talks his eyes fall on his brother who is lying on his back, laughing mockingly. I already know what he is staring at: the black dildo's large hilt, still lodged in his brother's tailhole. Without seeing his face I know he is smiling evilly. "Do you see that my dear?" he whispers in my ear "I think my brother won't mind having something to fill his tailhole… don't you think?"

Tormis's laughs end in a long series of cough «You… you don’t really think about it?» stutters Tormis. "Why not… you said you were craving for a cock…." Tormis trembles in fear. "Come on… don't make him wait any longer… pull this thing out and replace it by your… tool…."

All my body shivers in anticipation. Mechanically I obey grabbing the dildo's hilt and tugging at it until the first lines of ridges pops out with a wet sound. Tormis can't hold his moans of pleasure as I work the thick rubber dildo out of him. All my body quakes with excitement, my brain flushed with heated thought, my cock throbbing and twitching, urging me to fuck this tight hole gaping and glinting with lube right before my eyes. A new surge of pain sends me back to reality. I shake my head, earning another rush of rippling pain. I realize the slightest move of my neck only makes the wounds worst, enlarging the deep cuts every time I turn my neck to the left, increasing drastically the blood flow on my scales. Ares face only adds to the growing pile of my worries. "That's not good… not at all…" he mumbles, panicked…" "Yes… I know…" I whimper. "And I think you won't be able to survive another round…" he hisses. "What do you mean…" "Your balls are… likely about to blow up… and… if you start to breed there… you're gonna melt in your own blood…" I grit my teeth together; the thought of being devoured by the acid filling my own veins makes me break in tear. "Hey… what's wrong?" ask Tormis with benevolence. "I… I don't want to die" I whimper, trembling like a leaf. It seems to take them by surprise "why are you saying that? I want to make you suffer not kill you! Or perhaps… is this thing… that painful?" wonders Skel with a hint of worry in his voice. "No… it's not that… it's… my neck…" I whine. "Your neck!" they shout, turning their gaze to the deep wounds marking my flesh, oozing with a greenish liquid. When they try to get a closer look they start to cough and have to retreat, suffocating because of the thick green putrid fumes coming from the widening and deepening wounds. "Dude *cough* that smells nasty…" complain Tormis. "Man *cough cough* it's burning my eyes…."

"I'… I'm sorry…" "What is that shit?" "Acid…" I whine. Skel dares to come close again and collect a sample of it on his claws. He starts to sniff it "man… It smells really bad…" "I know" "Why do you have acid in your veins?" "I don't know… it has always been there…" I lie. Curious Skel let a droplet fall on the scales of my neck; instantly it starts digging a little hole. "Hey that's quite funny…" he giggles.

I yelp in pain when his clawtip starts to rub my scales, tracing strange glyphs on my scales, leaving a green trail of hot liquid behind. In seconds it has left an inerasable mark on my scales. But… soon the pain subsides, replaced by a sensation of warmth spreading through my body as a strange pounding makes me tremble. All my muscles turn to marshmallow, an unintentional moan escape my mouth. It's only then I feel it, a dark snake of energy slithering its way in my body. Skel's snout comes close to my ear; his low breath makes me flinch. "You are mine…" he whispers. I shudder, repeating mechanically the same sentence in a low whispered breath. An unbearable heat suddenly radiate from my pendant, as a new surge of pain gets me out of my mesmerized state. A black lightning burst from my very scales, striking Skel right in the chest. He falls on his side, convulsing, surrounded by purplish sparks. "What was that for?" I whisper, still a bit dazed. "This little bastard was trying to cast a spell on you…" growls Ares defensively "A mind control spell… what a jerk!". "Argh… I… I it will leave a mark…" he mumbles, regaining consciousness. "You smell like a roasted chicken…" sniggers Tormis. "If you don't shut up now I will make you look like one!" I roar… or maybe it’s Ares who talks.

Tormis let out a small whine as a much less powerful energy lightning misses his head.

"Quiet!" commands Ares. "Listen" he then whispers softly "I have *sigh* two good news and one bad… which one do you want first?" "The good first… I'd rather get some comfort first…." "Well… I have the right spell to put this ring out of commission for good… and I'll still have enough energy to heal you…" "That's great!" I almost shout in happiness. "But!" he interrupts me, raising a finger "There is just a slight issue…" "What is it?" The next second something inside me sees to snap inside of me as warm corrosive blood gush out of my neck. The greenish liquid gushes out of my opened neck, raining down on Tormis. He let out a loud cry of pain before jumping on his paws and running away toward the bathroom, followed by a green putrid smoke, a myriad of little hole forming in his scales. The door slams shut behind him and just after we hear the sound of the water gurgling in the bath tub. "That's rare to see him take a bath." Comment Skel, giggling amusingly. I laugh too but the slightest move only increases the intensity of the blood flowing down my neck. The pendant resting on my chest feels so hot I fear it could spontaneously catch fire. Thankfully the bleeding slows down to barely a trickle. "You see… that's the problem…" mumbles Ares with a grimace twisting his face "I can't heal you with that thing on you… I'm already wasting too much energy just to get past this security lock." "You mean…" I stutter, words stuck into my throat, unwilling to get out. "Yes…" he replies sadly "we will have to pull it out." "And… reveal ourselves…" I whisper, sobbing silently "We have no choice… otherwise you'll be dead in no time… reduced to a pile of melted things merged in a pool of its own blood… barely recognizable…"

I hesitate; I promised Ordan to stay hidden… to never show myself… but… but… but I can't hold it back anymore; my doubt and last hint Of resistance melt down, crumbling under the restless assaults of the unstoppable acid eating me alive. Slowly my teary eyes turn to Skel who is struggling to get on his paws, his body shaken by light spasms. "Skel… I squeak pitifully. "Yes…" he grunts. "You wanted to know who I am." "Yes" "So come closer."

Interested he obey. "Finally…" he sighs "I thought you would never talk." "Shut up and do what I say… if you want to know the truth at least…" "Ok… fine… tell me what I have to do?" "Put out my pendant…" I finally whine, trembling in a fearsome anticipation. "Seriously! I imagined something better!" "Hey what did you expected? An extra-long demonic spell whispered with a low and deep badass voice?" "Yes… or something of the same sort…" "Sorry to deceive you but it's m1ch less impressive than that…" "If you say so…" he grumbles "But… what is the point of taking away this thing from you?" "Do it and you'll find out" I reply mischievously. "At the same time the bathroom's door unlocks and Tormis gets out, still dripping hot water from every inch of his now gleaning body. "Oh guys… that… that was close… I thought I was going to die because of this thing" he says, trembling like a leaf. It's only then I notice the myriad of little holes and bruises the acid left on him. "Are you ok?" I wonder; worried. "Yes I'm doing fine… I'll just need some time… and a good night of rest to forget that…" he stutter, still sweating and breathing harshly.

I give him a little compassionate smile. "So… what were you guys doing?" "He said he was going to reveal us the truth" chirps Skel excitedly. "Oh… really…" that's one hell of good news!" "Yes…" confirms Skel, lowering his eyes nervously, his claw tracing little circle on the ground "but he said I had to take care of this pendant around his neck" he explains. "That makes sense… I've been sensing the energy it radiates all day… and I was wondering what he was using it for…" "Well… we're about to find Out…" confirm Skel. "Let's see by our own eyes the… "Terrible" secrets this guy is pretending to hide…." In an instant they have closed the gap separating us, their paws already reaching for the leathery band tying the pendant to my neck. My guts tell me it's a very bad idea… but the pain and the sensation of this nasty substance digging through my flesh in an unquenchable hunger for more is enough to make my last resistances fall. I bend my neck, waiting in a dead like silence. The contact of their soft and warm paw pads on my neck is far from enough to reassure me. I flinch as they untie the knot in the band that was holding it on my neck. The sensation of the leathery rope leaving my neck is kind of weird to me.

"Be… be… very… careful…" I manage to mumble; "don't break it… I don't have another like this…." Skel nods, between his shaking paws lies the pendant oscillating from left to right. When he has taken a step back the crystal's glows abruptly stops. On their faces I see the excitement turn to shock as fear fill their eyes "By all the tentacles of Xohor the summoned…!" shout Skel. "My goodness…" whisper Tormis, his scale turning a milky white. I lower my snout more and more until my scales touches the hard stone ground. I feel the spell hiding me vanish, my pearlescent white scales turning to a shiny black. In seconds my body has transformed. Curious I take a look at this so new and unusual body. Like I imagined… and feared it has changed again: in the coat of thick black scales I notice some purplish streaks all over my flanks, the same purplish scales makes strange and subtitles swirls around my legs. My belly has also adopted the same purple shade, alike my wings membranes that now wears the same color. The spines on my back seems a bit longer and sharper; the horns on the back of my skull feels much heavier; the blade ending my tail has slightly curved; my claws feel uncomfortably long and curved, racking at the stone with every step I take. I feel surprisingly stronger, taller, and larger. My maws have stretched to fit a second set of even sharper fangs as two much longer now protrude from my upper jaw, now resting out of my mouth against my lower lip as a thicker, bitter saliva start to drip along those two fearsome hooked fangs. At the top of my snout a small white horn has appeared, giving me a strange and much more terrifying look. My member seems longer and larger too; and my balls… much fuller than ever before. I turn my gaze to a mirror lying against a wall. The sight of my new form makes me tremble in fear. "Don't fear yourself…" whispers Ares "you're much more beautiful like this… if you want to know my feelings…" "Thanks" I murmur. I feel the warmth of energy flowing in my flesh as the wounds close rapidly. "There… it's done…" whisper Ares in an unusual gentleness. Skel suddenly Skel rush in my direction, throwing the pendant to his brother that manages to catch it right before it hit the floor while his brother jumps on me, our jaws locking together as he guides me in a deep loving kiss, his tongue coiling with mine as saliva drizzle down our chin. It abruptly comes to a stop when he retreat his mouth, coughing hard, gasping for breath. I finally notice the light black puffs of smoke getting out of my mouth with every exhale. "Oh… dude… stop breathing when we kiss… this thing… is nasty…" "Sorry…" I mumble, still a bit astonished by these incredible changes.

"Let's fear him a bit…" whispers Ares tantalizingly. "Seriously…" I sigh. "Come on… it's gonna be fun…" "Fine… what do you want me to do?" "Nothing to complicated… just… roar." "Why should I do this and what is it going to bring us?" "Just do it, you'll see…."

I take a deep breath and let it build ito my throat. A deep grumble build up, becoming louder and louder. I part my jaws open and finally let out a terrifying roar that shakes the entire room. Skel, taken by shear fear get to cover behind a bed while Tormis is looking around for an escape with a look of pure fear. It's quite hilarious to see the guy I thought to be fearsome running away for cover like a wild animal preyed by a bigger predator. My gaze falls upon the mirror once again. This time it's me who chills in pure terror. On the back of my skull large reddish crest have flared, giving me a monstrous look, increasing exponentially the terror I was inspiring myself, underlining my now purple gleaning eyes. Below my chin a large membrane that pretty much looks like a fin hanging limply below my chin; swaying every time I shake my head. "By the gods… that was one hell of a roar." stutter Skel, getting out of his hiding.

"Well… now that you know what I am can we talk like civilized peoples?" I ask with a smile. "Yeah… sure" answer Skel. "Great… so start by removing this ring of yours" "Of course… give me a sec…".

Discreetly, while Skel goes under me I make a quick gesture to Tormis who answers me with a sly smirk of understanding. "Tormis could you give me back the pendant?" "Of course."

When he has reached me I whisper "Wait for it…."

"Guys… we have a problem" "what again?" "I… I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it out…" squeak Skel. "Of course idiot!" shout Tormis in a false anger "he has barbs how you missed that?" Skels want to protest but nothing gets out.

"Almost there…" warn me Ares, wearing a wide devious grin on his face "try not to cum ok…" "I've got it…"

The next second the cold and tight embrace of the ring fades away. A surge of unbearable pain and irresistible pleasure takes me by surprise, menacing to push me over the edge. I gasp and clench my eyes shut, as my jaws clamp on nothingness. "Oh… god…" I whine. "It broke of…" whispers Skel, holding the different parts of the ring in his hands. "You can thank me…" I hiss, struggling to hold my cum inside. "Do… do you want me to finish you off?" he ask, his eyes glued to my throbbing and twitching member, a constant stream of pre leaking right on top of his snout. "No…" I hiss "I'll do it myself."

I walk away, stepping over him and slapping him across the face with my painfully stiff member. "How long do you think you can hold it?" "I can… but not for long…" "Ok… stay still I have something to do?" "What dirty trick do you have in mind?" "Just… hold still and let me work my magic… and… enjoy the show." I curl my head to face my own cock. I let out a moan when he starts his thing. Long snakes of energy appear from my very scales, swirling around my cock before forcefully entering my already widened urethral hole. I moan lewdly as the spell start to take effect, my cock swelling and lengthening. In the blink of an eye it has become enormous and now reaches my chest.

I turn my eyes To skel that is offering his back to me, talking to his brother. I turn around and walk back to him. He has no time to notice my presence and is already shoved on the side. He rolls on his back, looking at me in utter surprise. A paw fall on his belly, keeping him still while I get into position, hovering above him until my mammoth cock is mashing against his puckered hole. "It's… huge…" he squeak. "Don't you think you deserve it?" I whisper teasingly. He nod "I'm gonna feel that one…"

I growl deeply as I prepare myself to trust. In one forceful trust I sink my member inside his tight tailhole. I leave him no time to adapt to my new girth and sink as many inches as I can before I cum. After just one trust I'm buried all the way inside him, my knot smacking against his ring of muscles; my cock forming a wide bulge in his belly. I roar my pleasure as I unleash all the cum trapped in my loins directly in his bowels. The sensation of all this seed rushing out of my urethral hole feels both insanely painful and heavenly pleasurable as gallons of fresh cum empty in his belly. My muscles weaken as my orgasm lasts and More semen erupts from my bloating and jumping cock.

Finally I just fall flat on him, panting raggedly, my heart beating so hard and loud I feel like it's about to burst from my chest. My eyes close themselves, feeling so heavy as I howl Loudly. Skel below me seem to be sleeping already… or have passed out I don't know.

Buried deep in his passage my Cock is spewing the last ropes of cum, softening and shrinking to its normal size.

His belly is swollen with the amount of cum stuffing him and sloshing around under his distended skin. A soft paw comes in contact with my neck. With an extreme slowness I lift my head; just in time to see Tormis tie the pendant to my neck. The familiar warmth of magic fills me as I turn back to what I think is myself. "Thanks…" I manage to whisper. We stare at each other for a long minute" I want to add something but he cut me short by putting a claw against my lips "shhh… we will talk tomorrow… right now have some rest… you've deserved it…." "Tomorrow…" I grumble, unable to stand upright. I fall flat on Skel with a quiet huff. "Don't crush him…" murmur Tormis; "and if you wish to have a good night there is a bed…." I just let out a low grumble as I grab Skel and make us roll on our side, covering him with a wing. "Do as you wish" he sighs "good night" he whispers, putting a discreet kiss on my snout. When he turns around and walks away, offering me an inevitable view of his erection dangling between his hindlegs. He throws me a quick teasing glance then grabs a large ridged dildo as thick as one of my hind leg in a pile of mess and vanish in the darkness. Soon after muffed moans can be heard, coming from the other side of the room. Slowly I drift into sleep, holding my lover tightly against my chest as I close my eyes. In the distance a loud thunder like rumble echoes, sending a light chill of fear down my spine as I fall asleep.

………

What is the source of the noise everyone seems to hear? Let's find out.

………

Kyo:

Getting back to our home was easy; the sky had dried and found back its orange color. The air was a bit damp but a pleasant smell of wet nature filled my nostrils as I flew in the cold but gentle breeze. When I landed in the center of the park nobody even noticed us and we walked to our room in silence. When the door closed behind us I felt relieved and sighed loudly. "I'm gonna take a nap" I said, yawning. "Fine I'm gonna take a bath…." I threw him a lustful glance. "And don't think about joining me this time!" he shouted. I snorted and went to my bed where I curled in a tight ball and closed my eyes. However I never found sleep. Though of Tarken kept coming back to me, assaulting my brain with an endless flow of regrets that left a metallic taste in my mouth. I got up and walked around the room to calm my nerves but nothing would do; and I kept walking and walking in circle until I felt dizzy. I took a deep breath and knocked at the bathroom door. "Kyo I said no!" yelled Allen from the other side. I sighed and just answered "I'm getting out to take a walk around the park." "Are you ok?" he wondered, worried for me. "Yes… I'm fine… I just feel a bit ill. Nothing a good breath of fresh air can't erase." "Ok… but don't take too long it's getting dark outside. " "Don't worry for me… Darkness has never been a problem to me…." I whispered mysteriously.

I slowly walked out of the room, closing the door carefully behind me then went out in the almost desert garden. I spent… countless time walking around this place, taking in the scent of all the flower and plants around me, eyes half closed and breathing slowly. For what felt an eternity I thought I had found inner peace. When I looked up to the sky the sun has already long since fallen below the horizon and the moon is already pretty high in the star full sky. It's time…. I come back to the building I find it surprisingly silent. After some long and deep thought I come to the conclusion it's normal after the night of debauchery we spent. I have barely climbed the stairs that I run in something hard and cold that was in my way. "God damn it…" I spit, my eyes adapting to the pitch black environment. I gasp when I see what I just collided with. It's none other than Tarken who was standing right in the middle of the corridor, in a perfect silence and immobile. If his eyes weren't moving and his slow but steady breath making his chest rise and fall I could have confounded him with a statue. "Tarken…" I squeak, petrified by fear. His paw grips my mouth and hold it shut. "Don't say a word… we have to talk… but in private. Understood?" I nod vigorously. "Great… now follow me and stay quiet."

I keep my eyes glued to the floor as we proceed in the corridor. I hear the sound of a door creaking open. "Enter…" he order, moving on the side to give me enough space to fit in. It's only when I've stepped in that I noticed where I am: right in the center of his room. Then the door closes behind me and is locked up. I shiver; not in fear but in excitement. It's totally misplaced I know… I should keep my composure and try to look as serious as I can but nothing is enough to stop this lustful side of me to slowly rise on top. Having him to be so dominant over me tickles the dominant side of me in the best way possible. I feel like it's going to get so naughty soon. I shake my head; I need to keep my thought clear… at least for now. I take a deep breath and turn around, my mind racing to find the correct words to calm everything down… and … further more to apologize like a proper loving mate would. "Tarken I…" A slap of his tail forces me to silence. "Who said you were allowed to talk?" "But…" another tail slap struck me in the right cheek, leaving a deep mark this time. "Silence!" he orders "get on the bed." I blank out for several seconds, incapable of even breathing normally. A long heated chill makes my body shudder. I love the direction its taking. I obey submissively and jump on the fluffy bedsheets. I cram my neck to look between my hind legs to see the tip of my member already peeking out, parting the wet lips of my slit; precum already gathering the first heavy globe ready to fall.

I look back to find him staring at me with a devious grin spread across his face. I shudder again, the pleasure and anticipation of what I know is coming soon takes over me. ¹His snout comes in contact with my back, his nostrils tightly pressed against my scales, sniffing loudly, taking in my scent. Soon his wet and warm tongue dash over my scales, creating little damp circles on my back, then on my g them in his saliva, tracing little damp circles on my scales, around the long spikes over my spine, a particularly sensitive area then moves on to my neck. I let out feeble purrs of joy as he keeps licking me like he was trying to clean every inch of my body. After an endlessly delightful moment he has climbed on the bed that squeaked under his weight and licks my chin with affectionate strokes of his tongue. I only purr in bliss, enjoying myself. But still; my guts makes knot and words stuck themselves in my throat. Finally I manage to mumble "Tarken…" "Ushh… no word… more action… get on your back". He murmurs with his honeyed voice. I tense, a surge of dominance locking me in my stance. But as quickly as it arrived it has already vanished, whipped aside by my impending lust. I purr slowly, trembling in excitement, aroused by the loving touch of my mate's tongue. "On your back…" he repeats with a slightly more dominant growl.

I obey and roll on my back, my wing extended beside me, exposed before him, defenseless.

"You have been quite a naughty boy…" he hisses, one of his forepaws slowly rubbing my undertail, slowly getting up toward my tailbase, his claw prodding at my puckered hole. I tense again, my hole clenching shut. Gently his claw rise again, caressing my balls and reach to my slit. I gasp in shock, all my muscles clamping shut again, forcing a sharp squirt of clear fluid out, and bathing my tip in thick musky lubrication.

Although I have given up to the pleasure some thought still lingers in my head, keeping me aware of what is happening. I forcefully slam one of my paws right in his face; he staggers back. "Let me… talk…" I beg, panting in need. "What do you have to say?" he grumbles in reply, lying next to me.

"I… I just wanted to apologize…" I mumble, staring at the ceiling "I'm… so sorry of what I did to you… earlier… I… I don't know what took over me." He only observes me with disbelief in his eyes.

"Well… I… I know what took over me… but I couldn't handle it…." He stays silent. "I… I'm so sorry of what I did to you… but… but you provoked it!" This time he smiles. "Because I know you like it." he whispers, his hot breath washing over my face. "And you do you like when I slam you into a wall?" I taunt him. "Not really…" he answers with a sly smirk "It still ache a bit." "I'm so sorry…" I cry, looking away. "I'm fine don't worry." he sigh, covering me with a wing.

"Dude… you know it's very… ticklish…" I shout "but you kept taunting it…" "Because it was what I wanted to do." he whisper mischievously in my ear.

"What!" I shout "but… but… why?". The rest is lost in aa loud groan of pleasure as his paw grab firmly to my cock, squeezing the growing flesh between his claws, urging me to erect in his paw, heavy globes of precum trickling down my hot flesh and on his scales. "Yes… you have been… quite the slut lately… don't you think it's time to… reversroles?" "But… I like it this way…" I whine, bucking uncontrollably in his paw.

"Me too…" he mumbles lovingly, giving my hard member a loving squeeze and my cheek a long kiss "but I'd like to have something up my hole for once…" "Oh gosh!… mrrr… rrr… rrawr!" I growl, my whole body trembling in bliss.

"You see… you like it when I pleasure you… let me do this for you… this time. I came into your hole… so many times since we know each other but you did so few times I barely remember how it feels." "I… I don't know…" "Come on… let me be on the bottom this time… let me drive you to the heaven of pleasure I know you are craving for. Let me be your bitch tonight…." His words; combined with his sensual strokes of my penis turns me on, making me antsy with the raw need to cum. I lie on the bed, breathless, relaxed, eyes glassy with lust, my foggy mind barely registering his words, my tongue lolling out on the side of my maw; useless. "At least this time you won't get your fun from someone else." I whine; not in pleasure but in pain as his paw squeezes my cock in a tight vice like grip. That was a really low punch… I could almost physically feel it. "I… I told you I haven't mated with anyone else!" I squeal. "Really… strangely I don't trust you?" "I… I told you… I don't even felt Darkan… this morning… it… it wasn't me… and the emperor's dragon… he… he just followed my orders. It… didn't went further than… like I told him… eating my cock…" "Who said I was talking of today's… sessions…." "I was drugged!" I protest, squirming and kicking until he let go of me. I jump on my paw and walk away, growling in a rising anger. Obviously the door is locked and the key has vanished. I take a deep breath, trying my best to remain relatively calm and keep my self-control to not just blow the door and leave. I take a long breath, letting out a long tired growl and turn my eyes in Tarken's direction. I discover him lying in a pretty arousing position; on his side his twin cock fully exposed in the light; his paws towing with his twin spears like I wasn't even there anymore; a sly smirk on his face. I can't stop from staring at his two erected member one above the other. "Oh god… you know how to tease me…" I whisper, trembling in excitement, more precum leaking from my cock between my legs. "I know… he reply, grabbing his upper penis and jerking it upward. "Oh… stop this!" I roar, trying to look away but my eyes keep coming back to his slickened flesh. "You know you want it…" "Yes in my ass…" I growl. "Really…" he sighs "Can't you act dominantly for once?" "No!" I roar again, my claws racking the floor in annoyance "I don't want to act dominant with you! I am already doing too often for my own sake."

"Dominant… dominant… not really." grunt Tarken, "Kyo… rumors are like the wind, swift and fast, they spray like a sickness, plaguing the minds with false information. One of them is simply that an alpha turned into an eager slut last night and took dragon after dragon, sucked cocks and was fucked all night long." I look away, tears building up in my eyes "Don't you think I already regret it enough?" "Perhaps… whatever… while was in town I went to see a few herbalists and learned quite a lot of juicy bits about this drug…." "What do you mean…?" I squeak, fearing the worst. "This pruduct is forbidden throughout all the empire and cannot be moved in from any other country." "That… I already knew… and also that some healers can make it easily." "Yes… but that's not all… like he might have told you it acts as a very powerful aphrodisiac on us; but often it makes those affected damn horny… but… little detail… they almost always become wild and dominant beast ready to fight for just one round. On you it did exactly the opposite." "Thanks you I know!" I yell "I still feel all their seed inside my belly." I sob, hiding my face. "Listen Kyo… I am done barking at you… I had enough time to take a decision and forgive you." "Thanks…" "But…! I think you owe me a lot…" "And I already know what you want to do…" I sigh, shaking my head. Suddenly I freeze a little, barely noticeable detail caught my attention. "No… wait… it doesn't match… it doesn't make sense…." "What do you mean?" "The way you are taunting me… those words… they are not yours…" "Kyo… you are paranoid!" he laugh, a bit nervous. "No no no… it…" I stop in the middle of my sentence.

I feel Kaos flinching. "I knew it!" I roar. Kaos is literally threw away, rolling on the ground. "Damn it!" he spit. "How did you know?" "It wasn't fitting" I growl angrily. "Hmpm… it looks like you are less dumb than I thought you were."

"Can't you leave me alone?" "No; because you don't know how to handle yourself!" "I'm not a baby!" "Hmph… barely more…" "Go fuck yourself!" "Listen Kyo…" he sighs "I want to help you…" "So stop bothering me with that." "Kyo… what you don't understand… it's in you… and it will always be whether you want it or not. What I mean is that you better get used to it and live with it or keep struggling with it like you do right now." I only show him my fangs, dripping with saliva. "I… am not what you want me to be…" I hiss.

"Seriously… stop acting like a stubborn child. I don't want you to become… like me… I just want to help you… because *sigh* because a power like this… untamed… trust me it can ruin your life." "Why a so sudden care for me?" I spit. "Hey we are sharing the same body if you get into trouble I'm busted so I'm a Little bit interested in keeping you alive!" "I don't trust a single word…. Since I "met" you I learned you only care about yourself." "You make your point… but you are too blinded by your own rage to see that you just contradicted yourself."

I snort heavily; his words are only a pile of nonsenses to my ears. "Kyo… kyo… Kyo you'll never stop pushing me to the limits of what I can take…. "Until the day you'll decide to leave me alone!" "That won't happen soon… stop dreaming Kyo. You are the only suitable person I found in years of search." "Of course it had to fall on me…" "Stop complaining and listen. I know… and I understand why you hate it like this… you think it comes from me… that I'm the cause of all your problems… that the day I'll be gone everything will come back to normal but you are so wrong. This dominance doesn't come from me; it's you; it's in your veins; in your soul. I just… awoke it…. So now you have two choices because it will never fade away; I know it's a heavy burden for you… like for any other alpha but you only have two choices: deal with it and assume your true nature… or deny it and pay the price."

I only show him my fangs, our head almost touching. "I know that…; I felt it since the day my powers awoke but it's not me; it's not what I want to be. I won't embrace it just for you?" "What a waste" he spit, "I understand your fears Kyo but you'll get nowhere with this behavior. From what I saw, every time you used it it went pretty well… until you started to fear it." "Because it's not natural for me!… To be dominant over the others." I turn my gaze to Tarken. "You speak of rumors… but it just makes me laugh… I've done far worst than that." "Oh no please don't tell him that?" beg Kaos, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've mated with all the males of the orphanage in one day. Four hundred and twenty one cocks"" I say with a hint of pride in my voice. Tarken only gasps; shocked by this revelation. "One of the most shameful events I had to witness" growls Kaos. "You see… so being a slut I'm quite used to it.” Tarken jumps of the bed and walks in my direction. My eyes almost involuntarily stop on his cocks.

"I know that Kyo and I can accept these slutty… streaks of yours… they turn me on too moreover what I see of you is exactly the opposite of what you think you are." "Why everyone wants me to be something I'm not!?" "Because we all see it!" reply Tarken. Wrath is boiling inside me, heating my blood like a furnace, overwhelming my brain with hatred. Tarken does the mistake to come closer. Swiftly my paw close around his neck, applying enough pressure to have him panting desperately for breath. "You want me to be dominant… well… I'm gonna give you what you want so desperately… my pathetic little whelp." I hiss in his ear, craning his neck until he bends before me, his snout facing my dribbling member. Pain explodes inside my body, electrical like shocks quaking through my very bones. I feel like all my body is going to collapse with the sheer amount of sufferance that assaulted me, coming from apparently nowhere.

The paw that holds Tarken starts to melt. A smoky paw has grabbed a hold of it. It feels so real, so… hot… I swear I can almost feel its claws digging in my scales. His grip tightens until I let go of Tarken. He stumbles on his paws, gasping for breath, massaging his painful throat. I whine, my eyes scrunching shut as the tremendous pain only get worst. Finally Kaos let go of me; where his paw had grabbed me the scales have melted, turned to a burning hot black goop that slowly drip down my scales. "You see…" he spit, snarling at me "you see what it does when not controlled. It takes the better of you." I let out another low whine. "Listen Kyo… I'll give you all the help I can, all the knowledge I have to allow you to control it… but not to hide nor to suppress it. I'll help you master it and nothing else because you'll need all of your powers if we have to face another danger…." his look lost itself in the distance. "Meanwhile give your mate the pleasures he deserve."

With those words thrown to my face he vanishes, leaving me in a cold silence with a feeling of emptiness in my head. I walk to my mate and hesitantly mount him, my paws landing softly on his shoulders as my cock shyly prods at his tailhole. "Finally…" he whispers with a look of satisfaction on his face "I thought you'll never dare to do it." "How do you want it?" "Rough… don't hold back…" he groans, the tip of my wet dick brushing against his tight ring of muscles. "I don't want to hurt you…" I squeak, trembling uncontrollably. "I'm tougher than that Kyo… go ahead."

I nod, putting all my weight on his back as I push forward, my tip slipping inside his hole with ease. His muscles massage my flesh; invitingly dragging me inside. I moan in union with him as inch after inch of thick flesh sink inside him. "Oh God… I forgot how big you were…" "And I forgot how tight you were down there." I hiss, pleasure clouding my mind. I know he asked for a rough fucking but now that I'm buried deep within his depth I go at my own pace. At first I take it slowly, pulling out of him slowly, enjoying the incomparable sensation of his muscles massaging and tugging at my flesh, doing all they can to keep me sheltered inside. When only the tip remains I trust at the same speed, inch after inch popping in with a wet squelching sound, parting his hole open. I don't stop until my knot is firmly kissing his hole. I groan, my tongue slowly dabbing at his neck, drawing wet circles over his green body. I adopt a slow but steady pace, cradled by his lustful moans and groans, trusting gently in his tailhole, purring in bliss. My mind is so hazy with the urge to spill, but for now it's still manageable. After a long time the potent smell of Tarken's arousal is filling my nostrils, so much precum oozing from his twin hemipenis. I can't stop from letting my paw cup his twin tips, pre pooling in my palm. After a minute or two enough of the liquid has gathered and I let go of his members and hungrily lick my paws. The hot liquid only raises my arousal higher. I slowly pick up the pace, trusting faster and harder inside him. In a few minutes it has turned from a slow and sensual mating to a rough and wild fucking, my cock hammering his hole with each forceful trusts the wet slapping of our hips meeting is what I needed to let the feral urge take over my brain. My rational mind is silenced, buried deep under layers of lust and raw mating urges. I growl increasingly louder as I hump faster and faster, pre drizzling in his passage, making each trust slicker. His muscles massage my cock in every possible way, driving me like he promised to the edge.

I pant hard, growling and rumbling wildly. A long time ago I grabbed his neck between my jaws, holding him in place, applying just a slight pressure. Suddenly his front paws seems to weaken and he bends over, his belly lying on the ground, his rump raised high, giving me b much better access to his hole.

He yowls loudly, his muscles clamping hard around me, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine that explodes in ^my already foggy brain. My grip around his neck tighten, fangs piercing the scales, the first droplet of vermillion blood falling upon my tongue. The sweet taste of his blood arouses more this wilder side of me, forcing me to press more and more, like I was trying to extract the juice of a fruit, and as a reward more hot blood pours out directly in my hungry maws. "You were thirsty…" he coos, feeling my tongue lap over his bleeding wound. I finally let go of his neck, putting even more weight on him as I try to shove my length harder in his ass, breeding him for all he is worse, my swelled knot smacking his stretched puckered entrance, trying to get in. Finally the large ball of throbbing flesh gets in, his muscles clenching around it. The grapefruit sized knot sealing his entrance. Below me I feel him tense, all his muscles pressing down on me so hard I squeak in pain. Tarken roars as the first gush of seed erupt from his bloated tips, painting his cocks and belly in white streaks. His muscles clench in rhythm with his heartbeat as more of his gooey cum splashes on the floor. The sensation of his orgasm rocking his body triggers my own. ¹I push as hard as I can, pushing my knot a bit deeper. I roar as pleasure floods my veins with its mighty strength. I feel I'm becoming insane with lust, my hazy mind barely registering that Tarken has passed out; his belly swelling with the endless flow of my seed. As I empty myself in my mate I feel all my body weakens, my strength failing me again. I fall flat on top of him, my cock weakly spurting deep in his loosened passage.

I feel so tired… and happy, satisfied by what I just did. A sensation of fulfilment fills my body with delicious warmth. I look at my friend aand mate, he is peacefully sleeping, a satisfied grin on his relaxed face. I yowl loudly, my eyelids closing on their own. I get on my paw and stammer to the bed, dragging Tarken by my knot with me. I grab hiim and put him in the bed next to me, facing me, belly to belly; his snout resting on my chest. I clutch him between my forepaws, feeling my cock shrinking and seed starting to ooze around it from his overly stretched hole.

I close my eyes, drifting into sleep with in my mind a long list of happy thought bathing my mind in euphoria.

END OF Part 8.