For Helsing
#9 of Old Works
This story was written for Helsing, set to his "parameters" as it were. If you don't like it then don't winge at me, it wasn't written for you XP. YOu must be 18 to read this story blah blah blah, you know the drill.
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Elicor closed the door of his room and ran downstairs, grabbing his bag, stuffing books into it. He rushed past his mother with a quick good morning and was out the house and heading rapidly for the edge of town, his tail streaming out behind him.
As he left the town he headed out into the huge forest that surrounded the large town. When he got under the shade of the trees he slowed down to a walk. Elicor was a tall blood red dragon, he had entered his nineteenth summer only a week ago, and still had a small patch of purple scales on his neck, remaining from adolecense. He four black horns protruding from his head, two were long, slender and swept back. The other two were thick and curled like rams horns. He had glittering yellow eyes and his wings had a metallic red sheen to the membrane. A fine specimen, he had been told by his father. Elicor couldn't help but agree.
He was running to meet his friend Dreath, the son of a knight and an excellent swordfighter. He also had more skill with magic than most of the students at the mages guild. The purpose for them meeting in the woods was so that Elicor could teach Draeth magic. This was because the guild had turned down Draeth's application as "The son of a Knight could not possibly have any magical talent.". But one of the tutors saw that Draeth had potential. He had found out that Elicor was friends with him and told him to teach him in secret. Draeth was thrilled by this so, at the end of every week, the two would meet up in the forest and head to their "secret clearing" deep in the woods. It used to be a large exspanse of green but half of it was now littered with craters and blast marks from either sucsessful or failed spells.
He found Draeth already in the clearing, The tall wolf was practicing with his sword. It was a very interesting design, The blade was long and thin, curving gently. It only had an edge on one side but it was enough. It was also suprisingly strong. Draeth had said his father had it made for him as a gift for him when he passed his training (which he did with flying colours) It had been ensorcelled against harmful spells and had an anti breaking spell cast on it. Elicor suspected Draeth's father had spent a large quantity of money on it. The wolf was dressed in knee high leather boots with leather pants and a tunic made from canvas, dyed red. He wore a thick leather belt with a number of pouches haning from it. The sheath for his sword was strapped to his back. The sheath was interesting too, it was solid and was as much a weapon as the blade it housed. Elicor had suspected it had been crafted by a swordsmith from the far eastern countries, as he found reference to that type of sword in the guild Library.
Elicor himself wore normal leather boots and leather britches with a green tunic and a long purple cloak, he also wore two golden vambraces. These were used to channel his power. Mages used all sorts of things to channel their magic, from wands to rocks. It wasn't nessisary but it made certain spells easier to control. Draeth turned and smiled, sheathing the long blade and walking over to Elicor.
"Morning." Elicor said as Draeth approched
"Indeed it is." The wolf replied with a broad grin
"What is it...?" Elicor asked warily. He recognised that look, Draeth had either mastered something or had learned something new.
"You know that tutor of yours who gave you premission to start teaching me magic?" Draeth said
"Y-esss..." Elicor said eyeing Draeth suspiciously
"Well, he came to my house a few days ago and told me about something that the mages withheld from the knights." His grin grew wider at the end of this sentence
Elicor was now genuinely interested. He knew that all the different castes had various different skills but he never knew that the mages hid skills from them.
"What? You mean mages have been holding back secrets from the other castes?"
"So it would seem. My father is taking this to the high council in the capital, He says that the high mages have gone too far this time."
"And your not going with him?" Elicor asked. Draeth usually loved going to the capital, he always brought back a new sort of weapon or peice of armour.
"I really couldn't care less about the political stuff. As long as I don't get drawn into it they can do what they like."
"Getting back to the point...What did master Talonus tell you?"
"Well he said there was a branch of magic that was specifically created for knights. He dubbed it 'Sword magic'."
"Thats increadible! I didn't know that!" Elicor said "But what does it involve?" he added
"I thought you'd never ask." Draeth said
He reached up to his sword and gripped the hilt of his sword. A blue glow surrounded his hand and he drew the sword so fast it blurred. A crescent of blue light flashed from the blade and impacted upon a tree, splitting it in half. Elicor looked at the tree in astonishment.
"T-that...was...Increadible!" He gasped looking at the tree as sawdust settled
"And that's just a spell. Sword magic doesn't require vocal invocation, but it does require a sword to use." He said "Good thing I use mine as a focus anyway." He added with a grin.
"You're grinning far to much today." Elicor said with a laugh. Draeth sent a small fireball at him.
Soon though, they got to practicing. Elicor had a new spell for them to learn, a counter spell in fact. Draeth managed to master it after several minor burns and electrocutions from Elicors spells.
"I think with a bit more practice that'll be a very powerful counter." Elicor said, panting slightly. "Got anything to drink?" he asked, sitting down on a stump. Draeth was looking intently at one of Elicor's books and, without looking, reached into a leather satchel and tossed the dragon a waterskin.
"What're you reading?" Elicor asked, wiping his mouth and looking over at the wolf.
"Is this a new book?" Draeth said, still not looking up.
"Let me see it....no, we've had that book for years. I think my grandfather gave it to me as a birthing present. Why do you ask?"
"And you've never looked at it before?"
"No, why? What is it?"
"This is a book on sword magic."
"What?!"
"It's a book of sword magic." Draeth repeated calmly. "Look, theres all these spells in here that require a sword or words in Látina, the knights language."
Elicor took the book and opened it at random. The old pages felt dry under his fingers as he turned the pages. There were lists and diagrams and incantations of all sorts of spells. All of it sword magic and a large majority of it was in Látina. "Can you actually understand what this says?" Elicor asked looking at Draeth.
"Of course I can...I'm a knight!" Draeth replied, standing up and striking a pose. Elicor sniggered at his friend. Draeth looked at the dragon and smiled.
"Look at this one then. It says 'Orbis Gladius', translates as 'Spinning Sword'. Watch." Draeth drew his sword and closed his eyes. Another blue glow surrounded his sword and he whirled around, flinging his sword arm out as he did so. This spin spun him into a crouch, sending out three blue crescents for each spin. The six blades of light sliced through the trees, carving a path until they faded away. Almost a hundred feet.
Elicor looked at the destruction with wide eyes. "Is all sword magic offensive?" he asked
"I don't think so. But the easy spells are...like you just saw."
Elicor opened his mouth but stopped, the sun was beginning to set
"Oh shit! I promised my mother I'd be home before dark! Draeth, I gotta go!"
"Okay...wait! You forgot your book!"
"It's alright! You can borrow it!" Elicor said with a wave and dissapeared into the trees with a wave.
Draeth sighed and sheathed his sword. He stuffed the water skin back into his bag and placed the book on top. He hoisted it onto his shoulder and started home at a leisurely pace.
*
Draeth opened the door to his home just as the last rays of light dissapeared from veiw. His house was large and well furnished with warm wall hangings and thick curtains. His father was a well know knight and high up in the order so money wasn't really a problem. The only downside was that his father (Draeth the fourth) was never home. He took his bag to his room and chucked it onto his large, oak bed. Large enough to sleep two people with extra space. He changed out of his tunic and leggings and pulled off his boots, waggleing his canid toes. He went over to his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of baggy linen pants and a soft calico shirt. He pulled this on and slid his feet into his slippers and went downstairs. Delicious smells wafted up at him as he came down the stairs.
"Draeth! Dinners ready!" Came his mothers voice
After dinner Draeth lay on his bed reading through the book on sword magic. Alot of it was written in Látina, but Draeth didn't mind, It gave him practice. As he was flipping the pages a spell caught his eye. He looked at it closer, and saw that it read 'A spell for the closest of friends' He read the incantation but he couldn't understand it, as it wasn't written in Látina or any other language he knew. He decided to show it to Elicor next time they met. He sighed and closed the book, placing it on his bedside table and blew out the lamp , but not before checking his sword was still next to him.
The next day Draeth was woken by the maid opening his curtains. Sunlight poured into the room and shone upon Draeths face.
"S'too early!" he groaned and hid his head under the pillow.
"It's ten in the morning master Draeth, time to get up." The maid said coming over to the bed and pulling back the covers. Grumbling Draeth sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched and yawned before going over to his wardrobe. It was the weekend so no one would really be working and Elicor had the day of school so they agreed to meet up in town. He picked out a green tunic today and the same pair of leather trousers as yesterday. He picked up his sword and the book then headed downstairs.
Elicor was waiting for him by the fountain in the town square, together they headed out of town but as they were leaving the main gate a voice stopped them.
"Well if it isn't Elicor and his pet knight."
Draeth and Elicor turned to see a tall dolphin leaning against the wall outside the gate. He had three others with him. A hyena a fox and an orca.
"What do you want Malkuth?" Elicor said with an irritated sigh
Malkuth came towards them and stopped literally inches away from Elicor whilst Draeth watched the other three.
"Oh nothing...Just where you two always go when you aren't in school."
"That really is none of your business fishboy." Draeth said
Malkuth's face suddenly became a shade of red only obtainable with grey skin
"How dare you!" he hissed
"Ooooh, struck a nerve did I? Don't worry fishy I won't tell anyone." Draeth continued, Elicor moved behind Draeth in silent fits of giggles. It wasn't the first time Draeth and Elicor had had a run in with these four. Malkuth and his friends all attended the mage school. They were the biggest bullies in the collage but only Malkuth had any real magical talent out of the othe three.
"Don't call me fishy!" Melkuth squeeed angrily
Draeth laughed and turned to go
"Don't you turn your back on me!" Malkuth yelled and raised his hands. A bolt of lightning shot towards Draeths back. But in one fluid movement Draeth had drawn his sword turned and deflected the spell.
"Attacking from behind?! You're a typical backstabbing mage!" Draeth snarled
"And what are you going to do about it Knight!" Malkuth shouted back
Draeth smiled and everyone except Elicor, who was in fits of hysterics, took a step back.
"I'll show you what I'll do about it." Draeth said. His sword began to glow blue and he raised it above his head. Four crescents of blue light shot towards the group and sliced through their robes again and again. The four friends shouted and screamed as the light sliced at them. Elicor opened his eyes and promptly fell over laughing at the sight. Soon The four were left with nothing but their underwear on. Leaving them to their impending humiliation, Draeth helped the giggling Dragon to his feet and they walked off into the woods.
"Why do you always call him fishy?" Elicor giggled as they walked through the dappled shade the trees provided.
"Because it annoys him. I didn't know he had the guts to actually try casting a spell on me."
"That was rather amazing though."
"What was?"
"Where you blocked his spell! Where you humiliated them with sword magic! You only discovered it yester day and you already know how to control it!"
"Thats not entirely true." Draeth said "I found that spell last night when I was looking at the book. It's a spell where you can actually control the blades."
Elicor nodded "Did you bring the book with you?" he asked
"But of course!" Draeth said with a grin and reached into his satchel, pulling out the book and handing it to Elicor.
"Hey, lets go and find somewhere else to practice today." Draeth said suddenly, his ears sticking up.
"But why? Won't we just blow it up?"
"I wanna practice nature spells today, all we ever practice is offensive and defensive. I'd like to try some thing new."
Elicor nodded and they began searching for a new place to practice.
They eventually found a small clearing filled with soft springy grass, surrounded by thick trees. The trees were so thick in fact, that draeth had to slice through them to get to the clearing.
"This is a beautiful place!" Elicor sighed gazing around the clearing.
Draeth sat down in the middle and Elicor joined him.
"This is the softest grass I've ever seen!" Draeth said running his hand through the soft leaves. Elicor however, was looking at Draeth's sword. It was glowing and throbbing with blue light. Draeth looked at it with suprise.
"It's reacting to the clearing....but why?"
"Well if it's not dangerous I don't think we should worry about it." Elicor replied, opening the book about sword magic.
"Hey look at this." He said after a moment "Theres a spell in here thats not part of the main book." Elicor said after awhile
"Oh, I know." Draeth said, drawing in the air with his sword
"You know? How come?"
"I saw it in there last night, the Látina says 'A spell for the closest of friends', but I have no idea what the spell says."
"Thats because it's in Draconic." Elicor said "It reads [hiss, snarl, tail wag, teeth nash, hiss, long hiss, tail flick, nose wrinkle]"
"What. The. Hell." Draeth said
"I can't translate it into common but I think...I think...I-I...woah!"
"Whats wrong?" Draeth asked looking concernedly at his friend
"I'm not sure...maybe it was that spell..." Elicor said, putting his hand to his head.
"You look as though you could use a drink." Draeth said moving over to Elicor with the waterskin. As the dragon reached up for the water skin, his other hand grabbed Draeth by the arm and dragged him to the floor. Elicor jumped on top of the downed wolf and pinned him.
"Hey! Get off! I..." Draeths complaint was silenced as Elicor's lips locked with his. Draeths eyes widened as the dragon's tounge slipped inside his mouth and wound itself around his. He wriggled and struggled but as the kiss contined he became more subdued. He could feel his body relaxing as a strange, warm, fuzzy feeling filled him. His eyes closed and he let Elicor continue to kiss him.
As the kiss ended Draeth looked at Elicor
"What was that for!?" he gasped
"I...I have no idea." Elicor said, looking confused "I just had this urge...to...to kiss you, to hold you."
"Oh...You too?" Draeth said with a grin and pulled Elicor into another kiss. The dragon made a suprised "murf!" noise, but his eyes closed and soon the two where kissing like a mated couple. Elicor broke the kiss and sat up, still straddeling Draeth. He pulled his robe over his head and tossed it to one side. Then he pulled off his shirt to reveal his blood red chest. Draeth ran his hands over the smooth scales and smiled as Elicor murred.
"I have no idea why I'm doing this but it feels good!" Laughed Draeth
"Y-you have n-no idea! oooooOOooOOoooOOOooo!" Elicor replied, his speech turning into a long moan as Draeth pushed him over and got on top, kissing the dragon on the neck. Pulling his trousers off Elicor lay under Draeth completely naked. Draeth looked is friends body up and down, it was absolutely perfect. Pulling off his own clothing, the canine murred as their naked bodies rubbed against eachother.
"Do you have any idea whats causing this?" He giggled into Elicors ear
"T-the spell you found...I think it was a love spell." Elicor replied, arching his naked body against Draeth's, relishing the feeling of fur against his scales. Draeth smiled and looked down at his crotch. He had been feeling a strange feeling there and saw that he was fully erect. He smiled at Elicor and then the smile faded, being replaced by a look of shock.
Elicor was looking at his penis, the long tapered length was growing to an enormous size.
"It must be a side effect of the spell..." he said, hypnotised by his growng member. He looked over at Draeth and smiled.
"Oh no!" Draeth said with a huge grin "It'd never fit!"
"I think the spell can deal with that." Elicor said and grabbed Draeth by the tail and flipped him onto all fours. Bending down the dragon placed his snout against Draeth's tailhole and took a long luxurious lick. Draeth moaned and sighed. After a few more licks Elicor lifted his now three foot long cock and pressed the tapered head against the canines tailhole.
"Are you sure it's gonna fIIIIIT!!" Draeth's question turned into a yelp of suprise as he felt the massive thick shaft slide easily into his body. His tailhole stretching wide to recieve it. He felt the thick dragon meat fill his body, lights danced in front his eyes.
Looking between his arms Dreath could see a bulge filling his belly. The spell must be keeping him from harm, he thought.
"God it feels good!" they chorused.
Elicor started to pull out and then let himself sink back inside Draeth's warm depths. The dragon moaned and started to glide in and out, his now giant balls slapping against his canine lovers rump. Draeth gripped his own, normal sized, cock and began stroking himself. The sensations left him breathless. Elicor moaned and started going as fast as his engorged cock would allow him.
"Oh gods! I...I can't hold back!"
"Already! But we've only just begun...AHN!!"
"I-I'm sorry, I think I'm gonna c-UMMMMM!!!"
Elicor thrust deep into Draeth as his cum began to fill Draeth.
"Oh wow!" Draeth said "Uhm...it's..AH!...f-filling m-meeee!" Draeth said and orgasmed, his seamen spilling onto the grass. Elicor hadn't finished yet. Thick white spooge squirted out of Draeths tailhole and splattered over Elicor, coating him upto his chest and covering the canines ass legs and back. But it didn't stop, Draeth could feel it filling his belly. He gasped and bucked into his own hand, his ass clenching on Elicor's massive cock.
"I t-think I'm g-gonna explode!" He gasped. He gurgled and coughed, a great globule of cum splashed onto his hands. He gagged and then thick, milky white seamen was pouring from his mouth and nose. The taste was on the bland side but not disgusting.
The cum splashed to the ground and covered Draeth's chin and chest. When the flow finally abated, Draeth was left gasping, long robes of cum dangleing from his mouth, he slumped to the cum soaked ground with a squelch. Elicor landed on top of him and rolled to the side, he genitals already shrinking back to their ordinary size.
"We have got to do this again." Elicor sighed
"Yesh...I fink we will." Draeth agreed, rubbing his distended belly, relishing the feeling of the cum oozing out his tailhole
"Definatly..."