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Story Description: Vrelgor, RuSturak and Dahrzin come up with a risky plan to break into the Herald's palace. New bonds are forged. Sacrifices are made. The end is in sight, and the fate of everyone remains to be decided by one last task...

** ***Dragon's Path 31: Crystalmancer*****

They arrived at the Red Mountains before the sky fully lightened. Dahrzin was already up and about. Armed with two strange contraptions, the little brown kobold wet and fed the luxurious garden that grew around the mountain he called home.

"Almost done. Just have to re-fill these feeders. My plants are like cocks. If you don't keep them moist, they wither."

He said a few variations of that story between every trip. By the time he was done, the sky turned into a fiery spectacle of oranges and purples fighting for the rightful place around the brightening sun. Dahrzin led them on top of his mountain. After he stashed his precious tool inside his rocky kobold shelter, he came out not like the lucrative kobold he was before, but as the bitter creature born from RuSturak's betrayal.

"My plants have been watered, the sun has risen, and my friend has brought the Herald's pet upon my mountain. Tell me, bronze one, what does your human lord require of me this time? I made my intentions known quite clearly the last time we spoke."

"We're not here for him," Vrelgor stepped forward.

"Oh," Dahrzin pointed a finger at the blue dragon. "He? The little one? Is that why you're here?"

RuSturak didn't reply, so Vrelgor took the opportunity to make his plight known. "My brother has been taken captive by the human sorceress. Please. We need your help to break him out."

"My help?" the kobold said indignantly. "What do I look like to you? An archmage? I know how to throw knives and brew potions, but sorcery is way beyond my capabilities."

"But there must be something you can do!" Vrelgor crawled towards him as the kobold avoided his snout to the best of his abilities. "A sleeping cloud to put the whole city to sleep. Or maybe...an incantation that can protect us from her spells!"

"No, no, and no," the kobold shook his head, then pointed his snout at RuSturak's lounging form. "You seem rather relaxed. Freedom must feel like a dragon's ass around your cock after all that time spent licking that human's arse. I imagine the taste must still be fresh upon your tongue."

"I'm not in his service anymore."

"Oh?" the kobold's wings twitched. "I must have missed some things. Tell me, blue one, and make it quick."

Vrelgor went over the whole tale, how he mated RuSturak in front of thousands of humans, how the sorceress freed them, and the costly price of the bargain.

"That does seem a difficult situation for your brother. He basically traded places with my former friend! My scales almost itch with excitement. Does he have a fondness for gryphons? Maybe something sturdier, like a basilisk?"

"I don't care!" Vrelgor growled. "My brother is locked in a dungeon right now, and we speak of gryphons?"

"That's how it all started, isn't it?" the kobold pointed an accusatory finger at RuSturak. "We all had our freedom stolen just because that one couldn't keep his cock to himself!"

"Wise," RuSturak said with admiration.

"I am! If you all listened to me in the first place-"

A growl darkened the bronze dragon's features. "We went to the city with you. That was the plan, only your foresight didn't account for our personal choices. You name and shame me just because you are too stubborn to see past the hatred that had been clouding your mind. Not all humans are alike, just like not all dragons are benevolent. When are you going to realize that?"

"When I stop trusting friends like you!" Dahrzin shot back.

"Stop this now!" Vrelgor roared as loud as he could.

Both dragon and kobold turned towards Vrelgor. The blue dragon crouched towards the kobold, a carrying a desperate look in his amber eyes. "RuSturak made a mistake. We all did. But right now, we don't have the time to talk about this. For all the wrongs he did, my brother doesn't deserve to remain chained in a human's dungeon. Not even one as good as this Herald."

Dahrzin muttered something before he turned back to RuSturak. "You are his pet. Why not talk to him? If he is the perfect gem you craft him to be, he will let this minor problem slide."

"He too has a higher power to answer to."

"Yes, yes. I lived through a couple of human uprisings to know how that goes. Are you sure fighting is the only way?"

The dragons looked at each other briefly, then bowed their heads.

"Kazu Maka Disha," Dahrzin rubbed his hands together as he paced around. "Spells...spells...I don't know any spells, but there is a kobold that might definitely help you."

"A friend?" Vrelgor flared his wings.

"An...acquaintance," Dahrzin said reluctantly. "He is one of the most proficient magic nullifiers in the land, and he stands right there, a few wings away."

He was pointing towards the other mountains. The strange one in particular, with smoke coming out of the many strange holes puncturing its hide.

"Then we should go, right now!"

"Not so fast, scale-head," Dahrzin waved the dragons to sit back on the ground. "This kobold...Kharze or whatever, has a rather steep price for his merchandise. He's a hoarder, through and through. Better have a very convincing plea locked inside that scale head before you talk to him, or he'll send your tail back into the skies."

"We'll let you talk."

"Sure. Why not? Let the kobold do all the talking," Dahrzin patted Vrelgor's snout a couple of times. "Fine, fine. I'll do it...but you owe me for this one. Big time."

"I am willing to match that offer," RuSturak poked the kobold with his snout. Though Dahrzin was quick on his feet, he couldn't avoid the agile tongue running along his wing.

"Eek! Slimy! Icky!"

"I'll put it wherever you want. Or rather..." RuSturak lifted one of his hind legs suggestively. "I'll let you put it wherever that small, devious head of yours desires."

"Ark rak," the kobold scratched his arms as he looked over RuSturak's body with different eyes. "Stupid, traitorous scale head thinks he can win me over with naughty favors. What can I do? What should any kobold do when faced with such predicament?"

"Agreeing would be a start."

Darhzin scoffed at that. "Fly. All of you. Brother first, favors later."

Vrelgor shuffled onto his fours, pleased with the outcome. He picked a hint of spicy musk oozing from Dahrzin's slit. For all his fierce façade, that kobold spent too much time in RuSturak's presence to care for petty grudges. A friendship was more like the sea rather than a mountain. Uncertain, always leaping from one wave to the other. And as they flew towards the mountain bound by a common goal, Vrelgor knew that no human, Herald or otherwise, could keep two friends separate forever.

The smoke grew thicker the closer they approached. How could kobolds live here? Every instinct told Vrelgor to flap his wings the other way around.

Yet Dahrzin's narrow form disappeared inside one of those weird metal vents. RuSturak went after him, which in turn gave Vrelgor little choice.

Surprisingly, the shafts were built to accommodate dragons. Dahrzin mumbled something about kobold ingenuity. Build big with small hands. In a way, the poorly lit tunnel made everyone feel rather insignificant. Clumps of stone radiated a weak amber light that illuminated the gloomy tunnel. Some kobolds worked, while many flew from one end to the other.

Vrelgor was relieved that after several turns found his paws back on solid ground. They all landed in what looked to be a very crammed storage room.

"Buyers or gobblers?" a hoarse voice came.

"Friends," Dahrzin said.

The darkness belched a kobold of similar stature, only this one lived in the darkness long enough to grow crystal formations around his shoulders. The kobold, a black specimen with narrow cobalt eyes, had a stare as sharp as his horns, twisted behind his back like tangled thorns. He seemed to play a word inside his tightly clenched lips, yet when he caught sight of the two dragons, the kobold tucked his ashen wings behind his back and pointed a crooked finger around the bigger specimens.

"For sale?"

"Not at the moment," Dahrzin intervened.

"Gorva hara vak," the black kobold gritted his teeth. "What then? You're not worth my time."

"And yet I come here to see your shop more than your other buyers. Might I show my friends around?"

"Busy. Too busy. Say reason or be gone."

"It will take just a moment," Dahrzin said to the two dragons, then went to haggle with his kin in a shady corner.

Vrelgor took the opportunity to look around. There were quite a few interesting items on display. A sphere made of pure light vibrated above a strange metal disc, crystals of all shapes and sizes were almost everywhere, and he even caught sight of a few blades, only these were made of glowing crystal rather than metal.

"Done. Done. Come!"

"Scaleheads! After me!"

They followed the two kobolds along a dark , musty tunnel. The smell of smoke and stone permeated the air, yet a few other fragrances came from the depths of the mountain. Soon, the corridor widened, and Vrelgor's senses immediately went towards the creatures that filled the pens on either side.

"Crystal lizard, bought from the far edge of the world. Still finding a way to breed the accursed thing," the black kobold then pointed at a basilisk similar to those used by Growls, the caravan leader. "Had no issues mating those. Male there eats his own seed come dawn. Look. Sniff. Touch with your wings if you want to see them ripped off."

Vrelgor knew better than that. He kept on the path, though the vast number of beasts certainly impressed him. This kobold had almost everything, from flapping fledglings to fully grown moonlit hydras.

Dragons were the only thing he really lacked.

"Here," he pushed through a curtain of hanging hides. It seemed another ordinary storage room...until the kobold revealed the contraptions waiting in the back. "Paid now, yes?"

"Right at this very moment."

Vrelgor was confused by how readily Dahrzin moved out of the way. He slowly walked towards the block of stone waiting ahead. It had a weird hole for a tail, and carried the distinct smell of aged musk about it.

"So what's your thing?" the black one asked as the dragons cocked their heads with confusion

"Thing?" Vrelgor was the first one to speak

"Yeah," the kobold shuffled over to a box, pulling out two hides. "Fur? Scales? What tickles you between the legs?"

"I...I don't...scales, maybe?"

"Good choice," the kobold draped a green scaled hide over the block of stone, then procured a pair of bottles. "Get your head down. Further, yes. Hold still and take a deep breath from this."

He pulled the lids off the bottles...

...and Vrelgor stumbled back from the potency of those scents. The black kobold laughed, passing between the two dragons, waving his bottles around their twitching nostrils.

"What stirs your cocks, dear beasts? The first seed spilled by a dragon, or should it be the miasma of a female so fertile she wets herself?"

"Mrawwrrr..." Vrelgor moaned with need as his member swelled with lust. The most arousing scents suddenly filled the room. Not he, or RuSturak, or even the kobolds themselves could hold back their excitement.

"Good choice. Good," the black one spilled a few drops on his hand, then rubbed the overpowering scent over Vrelgor's snout. "Taste her sweetness. And you," he shuffled over to RuSturak to pour a hefty quantity of pearlescent goo inside his maw. "Get that seed all over your tongue. Yes. Breed. Thrust those cocks deep inside them. Seed. Yes. Seeeeed!"

A hand guided Vrelgor's head. He saw the kobold thrust his hand inside the contraption's hole. Squelching sounds emerged shortly after, along with a cloud of female arousal. Vrelgor sniffed, licked at the bare air, then moaned out his rising desire. His legs trembled with lust. To his heat addled mind, that block of stone was an inviting female ready to be pierced by his rock hard member member.

"Up, dragon. Get in her."

Vrelgor thrust himself at the machine. He latched onto hard scales with his front claws, then thrust his straightening cock for her entrance, jabbing twice before he sunk his entire length through a tunnel so wet it resembled a female's dripping cunt.

"Mrrraaa-" the blue dragon's growl broke as his muscles strained with unforgiving bliss. Not a single speck of pink remained between the glistening surface of his bulged slit and the inviting hole he pierced. She took him. All of him. And with his cock fully sheltered, Vrelgor's desire to spill reached climactic heights.

"Thrust, dragon. Breed!" The kobold slapped his scaled haunch.

"Mind your speed," RuSturak's voice pierced through the haze of lust. "If you thrust too quickly, you'll spend yourself in two strokes!"

Vrelgor clacked his jaws. He didn't care about speed, or strokes. He just wanted to breed. Trembling with the intense desire to spill his seed, he drew himself back, then pushed himself into that inviting hole so hard he lost his balance. The dragon moaned with both pleasure and fear as his hind legs danced on the ground, tail shifting this way and that, trying to balance the great weight of his bulk, all while the kobold chanted. "Breed her. Fill her!"

Vrelgor managed three weak thrusts. Then, when he found ground under his feet, he made his female quake with the might of his desire. His wicked claws dug their tips hard between the lifeless scales, savage, just like his next thrust. Flaring with blistering fire, his hardened cock speared through the gooey shelter, erupting with a squelching haze of utter delight. His half parted maw took all the scents in. Under the watchful gaze of the kobold, the dragon thrust with all he had, rocking the support with his frame, battering it with his cock all the way to his slit. After all, he wanted to take his revenge on the creature that tricked him. Show her what she really missed. Fill her with all the bursting pressure welling within the base of his tail.

Vrelgor managed one thrust. Then two, and three, throwing himself like a beast inside the fertile cunt of a snarling dragoness. There was no way she could escape now. She was going to take his seed whether she wanted it or not. With his claws curled into her hide, Vrelgor pounded her a fourth time, then a fifth before his tail clenched with the overwhelming urge to spill.

"That's it," The black kobold oiled his arm. "Get in her. Push deep. Deep!"

The dragon shoved himself in slit deep, and so did the kobold, pushing his oiled arm right through his tailhole.

Vrelgor's growl died in his throat, eyes squeezed shut so hard they broke with translucent tears. At the height of his pleasure, his tail muscles burned with sensitivity. And the kobold went deeper, and deeper, approaching that nexus of radiating pleasure that was a dragon's prostate.

He touched it, forcing shivers along Vrelgor's body. Unyielding pressure exploded from the depths of his tail as the kobold rubbed around the very source of his pleasure, keeping his seed inside, making his load bigger, harder, until specks of color appeared before the dragon's eyes.

Vrelgor clamped down as hard as he could. Drops of seed made their way along his bloating cock. He was close. Oh, so deliciously close. His dragoness was ready. Eager. Wet with desire.

Vrelgor's tail muscles relaxed just briefly. That's when the kobold grabbed his organ and squeezed with all he had.

With a rippling roar, Vrelgor unleashed his pent-up passion. A surge of sticky, hot cum exploded into his imaginary female, making her roar as hard as he did. Vrelgor bit onto her neck, then raked the ground with his hind paws, working his cock as deep as he could inside her warm, milking shelter. It wasn't her heat he felt, but his seed, rushing back along his cock from the sheer might of his spurts. The kobold kneaded and rubbed his heaving seed sack, creating long, almost painful spurts that forced the dragon to expel much larger quantities than he normally would.

He remained inside, feeding the female with his essence, emptying his cock of all the fire coursing through his frame, slapping the ground with his tail every time a rope shot through his member. Hard muscles spasmed around the kobold's arm. Not that he cared. He was so deep inside, all he cared for was just more stroke, one more slap against a dragon's most sensitive organ. The virile seed was flushed out in the first nine spurts. What followed after was a sickly trickle. Vrelgor's muscles ached with fatigue. His instincts wanted him to stop, yet the kobold's gripping hand kept him going for several more painful spasms before he pulled his hand back.

Vrelgor unlatched his claws. He took an unsure step back, then collapsed with a tired growl, trembling with weakness after such a potent orgasm.

"Great yield," the black kobold waved a heavy sack filled with pearly essence before Vrelgor's blinking eyes. "See how much you had in you? See it?"

A mighty roar washed over the room. RuSturak too finished, and the kobold excitedly collected another sack, then compared them side by side.

"So full. Hard to decide which to keep. Bronze has cloudier seed, but the blue is white as snow. What do you say, Dahrzin?"

"Just give us what we came for."

Vrelgor didn't pay attention to the words they said or whatever things they did with their hands. He only knew that when Dahrzin told him to fly, he flew, crashing into the first patch of grass he found to recover from the debilitating weakness that followed after the violent expulsion of his seed. He finally took his vengeance on the female, and, happy to mate like a proper dragon, Vrelgor threw himself into the darkness that tingled at his senses. Unfortunately, proper rest did not come for either of them. After a short session of planning, the three companions flew towards the capital city of the humans. For a whole day they flew, and on the night of the second, they secluded themselves in the thick forest surrounding the sprawling city.

Vrelgor raked the ground with apprehension. RuSturak's nuzzling did nothing to calm his ragged nerves. The bronze dragon stood right next to him, and between them Dahrzin mumbled all kinds of observations as they all stared at the city's guarded gates.

"Speak louder. Not like anyone can hear us."

"What, you want me to scream?" the kobold slapped a bronze scaled toe. "Keep to yourself, scale-head, and observe. I've watched the stars long enough to know how they blink. Those shadows in the sky? Gryphon riders. More than we can handle."

"So we'll move on the ground," RuSturak said.

"And what? Ram your head against the walls?"

"Close, but what I thought involves more diplomacy. Those guards know me. They won't need much of a proof to be persuaded."

Dahrzin procured a violet orb from the small leather satchel strapped at his hip. "You really think this will work?"

"It was your idea, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but..." Dahrzin turned his eyes back to the city. "Haven't expected so many sentries posted. That brother of yours must have stirred quite the wave, eh?"

Vrelgor kept staring in the distance until a little hand rubbed around his snout.

"Don't look so grim, blue one. All you have to do is walk a few steps and keep your maw shut."

That was easy enough...until the sentries on the wall spotted them walking towards the main gate. The guards talked something with each other, then grabbed onto their spears, waiting for the dragons to approach.

"Late night for a stroll. What is your purpose?" One of them asked

"Scouting duty," RuSturak spoke.

"Where? Who sent you?"

"The man in the pyramid. You know him. Snowy beard, fancy robes, likes the company of gryphons and sorceresses."

"The herald?" the guard's grip on the spear softened. "I apologize, fair dragon. I...we didn't know the Herald himself sent you. Our Wind Riders will grant you safe passage to the-"

"I'll walk. After three days spent in the skies my wings feel worse than a shriveled cock."

The two guards chuckled. One waved towards the battlements, and slowly, the massive gate parted before the three without any sort of unwanted incident.

"Smart," Dahrzin said as the group upon the main road. "Takes time for word to get through, but here, on the ground, we are much less suspicious."

"And here I thought you knew me," RuSturak said drily.

"Never doubted your shrewdness, dragon. Only your cock. If those guards had gryphons with them..."

"I would have given them a sight to remember," RuSturak said.

"Or maybe those will," the kobold pointed towards the nearest spire. "That's a crystal spire, usually handled by crystalmancers like the kobold who took your seed. We better make sure the humans sleep comfortably tonight."

Apprehension sneaked along Vrelgor's spine. There were many towers similar to that one; teeth of stone taller than any building that lit up the night with their ominous glare. Suddenly, he regretted paying attention to the kobold's words. The walk to the pyramid was decisively less enjoyable with fear rushing through his mind.

Fortunately, the guards were reasonable men. Once they saw the fake crystal orb, they assumed the Herald sent them and granted the group safe passage into the innards of the great pyramid. Slowly, they made their way towards the dungeon, hoping the sorceress was distracted by something more important than prisoners. The spiraling descent was disheartening, yet nowhere near as chill inducing as the dungeon itself, when all manner of creatures growled or begged for their freedom.

Vrelgor kept his eyes forward. He couldn't let himself distracted. Not now, when he was so close.

"Grrr..."

Vrelgor shuddered. He knew that growl. RuSturak lifted his wing to reveal the curled shape of a blue dragon strikingly similar to Vrelgor.

"Brother!" the young blue launched himself against the magical barrier that sealed his sibling in.

"Stupid, silly hatchling...you shouldn't have come here."

Vrelgor tilted his head with confusion. "Why? We're...we came here to save you!"

"Save me?" the captive perked his head. Sadness weighted his shining amber eyes. Sadness and hopelessness. "I am beyond saving. Not even the greatest sorcerer can undo what I have done. The suffering I've spread, the lives I've taken, all because of a senseless grudge."

The dragon dropped his head back on his paws. He looked so...weak, and the pained growl that rumbled within his throat was almost too painful to hear.

"Krelgor...what have they done to you?"

"They fed me. Cleaned me. One of them even...comforted me. I...I don't understand. How can they even look at me after all I have done?"

RuSturak broke the conversation. "Enough of this stupid pouting. I have a few stories to compare with you, dragon, but right now we all have to take our tails out of here!"

Dahrzin reached into his satchel.

"No. I'm not getting out. This is my cave. I deserve to be here!"

But the kobold had none of that. He slammed one of the anti-magic orbs against the barrier, dispersing it into nothingness.

Vrelgor immediately crawled towards his brother, his tongue lashing all over his snout, scales rubbing against scales in a loving dance of brotherly love.

"You vowed to protect me, brother. If there was any time where your word can make a difference, it is now. Come. Come with us, and erase your mistakes instead of moaning about them!"

"You...care about me..."

"Always," Vrelgor said.

With Krelgor joining from behind, the group dashed towards the exit. The jailer asked some questions, but RuSturak quickly put him in place. The Herald's word was law, and everyone had to submit to it...except the man who brought meat for the prisoners. That one was a bit harder to convince. RuSturak smacked him into the wall, then charged ahead, followed by the rest of the group, pushing everyone aside with either head, wings, paws or tail.

They reached the exit...but instead of a clean, empty path, they found a squad of men armed with spears, protected by the sturdiest armor men could craft.

"Impressive," the sorceress came out of the wall of armored sentries. "But your little escapade ends now. None leaves the Herald's chambers without his explicit permission."

"And if I ask nicely?" RuSturak flicked his tail with anticipation.

"You'll only sleep angry tonight, dragon. Get back to the dungeons, or I'll be forced to drag you there myself."

"We can't have those guards shoot their bows at us," Dahrzin whispered. "One of you needs to keep them distracted while the rest of us take wing. The gryphon riders will be just as dangerous as the crystal towers."

"Making your escape plan?" the sorceress smirked.

"No," the kobold reached into his satchel to grab the nullification orbs. "Planning your downfall, sorceress. Now!"

The orbs shattered against the ground, engulfing the group with a protective barrier that rendered the sorceress' powers useless. She waved her hands, clawed, and grabbed. And when she finally realized how helpless she was, Krelgor crashed into the rank of armored men to swipe them aside with claws and tail.

"The gryphons!" Dahrzin screeched.

RuSturak flared his mighty wings. "I always liked bird seed. Get the towers!"

"Scale-head, with me!" Dahrzin jumped onto the blue dragon's back. "Aim for the towers and do as much damage as you can before this barrier fizzles!"

Vrelgor launched himself into the sky. The screeches of gryphons filled the night along with the roars of his companions. RuSturak fought fiercely against the riders that came at him. On the ground, Krelgor stood against worse odds, though his combat expertise gave him a definitive edge over the humans.

Vrelgor focused on his own task. He crashed into the first tower he found, crashing the crystal under the sheer weight of the impact.

"Good. Another one!"

Vrelgor shook his head. From tower to tower they flew, using their combined strength to incapacitate the crystalmancers and create a safe path towards the wall. With his task done, Vrelgor unleashed the mightiest roar of his life, and his friends flocked at his side, flapping past the wall, and towards the darkened forest stretching ahead of them.

A blinding light lit up the sky. Vrelgor growled in distress, for when he opened his eyes, it seemed as if the entire city stood before him. Gryphons swarmed the skies. Armored men stretched like grass on an empty field.

And before them stood none other than the Herald himself, a man who brought the entire garrison out with a flick of his fingers.

"We meet again," he calmly walked towards the group of three.

RuSturak bared his teeth just slightly. "Unfortunately. So this is how it's going to end? Four of us against a sea of you?"

The human shook his head. "You mistake my intentions, dragon. All I ever wanted was peace between your kin and mine. It is not your presence here that grieves me, but the way you liberated your companion."

"Was there another way?"

The old man nodded his head, smiling. "A proper word can pierce deeper than any blade."

"So you are saying...all we had to do was ask," Dahrzin mumbled silently.

"That is true, master kobold. A bit of time spent talking would have removed the necessity of this unnecessary conflict. Be on your way now. My people need to rest, same as you."

"You're letting us go?" RuSturak growled with surprise.

"Only if you never return to my city ever again."

And that was the end of this unexpected bout of negotiations. With the Herald's permission, everyone went to their home. Dahrzin returned to the Red Mountains, the humans back to their city, and the three dragons took upon the winds to fly into the unknown lands together, just like a family.

** ***The End*****

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