Oryon's Fun
This story is a commission story for a member on the Eccentricities foot fetish site for furs. It was $7.50 for this. It was finished within two days of starting. warnings apply, and this has snuff in it, fair warning. Stay away if you have weak stomachs. I wish I didn't have to say that so often lately.
Dragons were always a rarity in the land, for all they were prized as prey. It would seem odd to many that such large creatures were hunted, let alone considered prey, but the bounties that were put on them by the lords of the various castles cleared up the questions regarding their status quite quickly. After all, what lord would wish to have their lands raided by beasts nearly the size of the keep the castle walls defend? Most knights would not hunt these creature without provocation, but the dragonslayers seemed to crawl out of the woodworks when the first bounties were announced.
Greatest among the bounties were the ones for the younger dragons, ones that were just becoming dangerous, but were still small enough to handle. A fully grown dragon, after all, was large and powerful enough to be impossible to destroy, but the nobles of the realm were intelligent enough to know that, in killing the younger generations off, the dragons would eventually be destroyed by virtue of not having any descendants to keep their numbers high.
Gradually, the dragons realized the dangers to themselves. All of the hatchlings were guarded for years longer than they normally were. For years, it seemed that the dragons had managed to find a way to put together a system that would save their race. However, there was a problem.
Dragons were never designed to stay together for so long. Mated pairs of dragons frequently would fight with one another in the few years that it took to raise the hatchlings under normal circumstances. In the extended circumstances that the dragonslayers forced upon them, it was nearly impossible for a mated pair to stay together. These pairs would frequently turn into single dragons again before the hatchlings were so much as teenagers, usually from one dragon killing the other in a fit of rage.
In many circumstances, this would not cause problems. However, with only one parent, the dragon hatchlings would not be guarded while the other went to get food. When the parent left, the hatchlings would be alone, and vulnerable.
It was the golden time for dragonslayers, and no one knew this better than Oryon.
Standing fourteen feet tall, the orc was one of the top dragonslayers in the nation. He was also easily the cheapest of the best, taking only half of the reward that was offered for the younger dragons that he killed. The fact that he was both cheap and effective made him the most sought after of the dragonslayers, and set him up as the most sought after of the masters that the younger dragonslayers wished to have as their master, to teach them. However, the orc would always send them away, refusing to teach them. When asked why, he always said that he wouldn't share his secrets.
"Besides," he would always add, "I plan to kill off all the dragons in my lifetime. I'd be teaching you useless skills."
It was not an unreasonable goal, considering his level of success, and the number of dragons that were left by that time. Once ranging in the thousands, the powerful species had been reduced to a mere few hundreds, all clustered into a single mountain range for their own safety. Without one another, they would have all died already, from either hunting, traps, or other things. They kept a watch for one another, keeping their nests as safe as was possible.
However, this watch was focused on teams of hunters. It never worked in picking out a single hunter, like Oryon, and the orc always used that to his advantage.
~~~
Oryon sighed softly as he crouched behind a stand of bushes. The air was thick with the smell of dragons, both adult and teens, and he was sure that the cave just a little bit away was their home. Of course, in this mountain range, scents criss-crossed each other every other day, as the dragons visited one another at different points of the mountains to exchange news and information with one another, or to take turns guarding the younger dragons from people like him.
However, the scents of this particular family of dragons were quite strong here, much stronger than they were at other points of the range. More to the point, shadows flickered inside of the cave, a few shadows going far enough out to reach the ground outside of the cave. The fact that the shadows disappeared again so quickly proved that the dragons were there, to Oryon. A parent dragon would want to keep the young teens from moving enough to give signs of life, and the teens would want to go against the parent's wishes, just because they were the wishes of the parent.
He smiled, feeling the wind blow over his sensitive tusks. The lord of the nearest castle would be quite pleased with the heads of these dragons. Well, not the large one, of course. Even he wasn't quite that good. But the two teens would earn a pretty penny, particularly if he could deliver them intact. The lords seemed to like hanging the heads of defeated dragons in their grand halls for some reason.
That particular thought brought a grimace to his face. Trust the humans to find a way to take all the enjoyment out of this by hanging dead body parts up in their homes. It was truly disgusting, considering that the humans never did anything to preserve them. No, the stupid creatures just hung the scaly heads in their halls, and watched them rot.
And if they ever found out what he did with the dragons before he killed them...well, it was a thought. Probably would end all the jobs that he got, but it would keep the heads from being mounted.
Oryon put those thoughts in the back of his head, shutting them away for the moment. This was the hunt, and he couldn't afford to distract himself. If he was hunting for real prey, then perhaps he might have been able to debate such thing with himself.
But he was hunting dragons. A mistake could kill even him.
The orc settled himself to wait for the dragon adult to leave. Sooner or later, it would need to leave for food, and then he could move in. Oryon checked the armor that he was wearing. The gauntlets over his hands would make sure that the dragons couldn't bite down hard enough to injure him, not without breaking their teeth in the process. A good bit of chain around his crotch, keep it safe from their tails. Helmet to keep the concussions away.
He sighed, lowering his hands to his sides again. He already knew what he was wearing. By this point, each piece was battered and bruised from use, and he could have listed what he was wearing in his sleep. But he was bored, and he needed something to occupy his mind.
The sounds of a dragon making a move snapped him from his bored musings. The orc huddled a little further back in the brush, and slowed his breathing, keeping his sounds to a minimum in order to keep himself unnoticed. Being noticed by any dragon when one wasn't ready was a bad thing. Being noticed by one that was fully grown was something that would be a great deal worse, particularly with his reputation as a dragonslayer.
He watched as the large, green beast stepped out of the cave. Its scales glimmered in the sunlight, reflecting some light at him. Oryon covered his eyes for a moment, but kept them open as he watched the dragon depart. The wing-beats of the great creature were enough to flatten several nearby trees, and it was nearly enough to reveal him to the passing creature. Thankfully, it was in enough of a hurry that it didn't look back at him, and flew out towards the hunting grounds that the dragon adults frequented higher in the mountains.
Oryon smiled, standing up as the dragon left his sight. The sun glinted high in the sky, and he estimated that he had a few hours until the dragon was able to return. It would take that one nearly a half hour just to reach the hunting ground, and another half hour to return. An hour at the least. Even that was plenty of time, just for killing, but he would have to hurry more than he usually did, if he wanted his fun.
And oh, how he wanted his fun. He grinned as he quickly crossed the open ground between himself and the cave.
~~~
The orc was in luck this day. The cavern held not just one teenage dragon, but two. A brother and his sister shared the cavern with their father, and were squabbling constantly. The two of them did this on purpose, from time to time, just to drive the older male away from them for a time, and allow them a chance to enjoy the company of one another without an adult around to tell them what to do.
Of course, the fact that they would have been considered adults a few centuries ago was forgotten. The fact that they were not considered adults now, at their age of thirty years old, was enough to put a barrier between themselves and their father, one they considered insurmountable.
"Finally, he's gone," Daras said with a shake of his head, standing on his hind legs via help from the cave wall, digging the claws of his front paws into the wall to hold himself up. "I was thinking he'd never leave."
"Well, he does care about us. I think we might have gone just a little far, this time," Deris said. His sister, Deris was a little bit more compassionate than he was, or at least, that was what their father said. "You didn't have to tell him that you hated him, just to get him to leave today."
"Hey, don't blame me for that!" Daras growled, dropping back down to all fours. He leaned in towards his sister, and glared at her. "He's the one that never lets us leave the cave, and makes us stay still all the time. I mean, just a couple decades ago, we'd already be on our own. Why can't he just let us go?!"
Deris didn't say anything. If she had, he would have likely bitten her snout. It was an old argument between the two of them, a very old one. Both of them wanted freedom, independence, but the only way to get it was to get the old man out of the cave for a few hours. To Daras, the only way to get that to happen was to insult the older dragon until he couldn't stand them anymore.
Deris thought that was mean, and told him so quite often, but what did she know?
He looked down the tunnel towards the cave's exit. It was completely open now, and he could take a look outside. It had to be safe now, considering that Father had already left. He wouldn't have left if there was a dragonslayer nearby, and even if there was, he could handle one of those puny humans. They were so weak that he didn't know why other dragons worried about them. Puny, pale skinned creatures that couldn't even take a claw to the body without bleeding out. How the hell did they live as long as they did?
Shaking his head, Daras walked down the tunnel towards the exit. He heard the tentative steps of his sister behind him, and smiled when he realized that she wasn't protesting for once. Finally, she was learning. They were adults! They weren't supposed to be treated like this, and now they were going to do what adults did!
Whatever that was.
It didn't take long to move from the rear of the cave to the front. The light was a constant guiding beacon, since it only came in from the exit of the cave. It bounced off some of the walls that would otherwise obstruct it, and worked to guide the two of them out of the cave. Daras was smiling wider and wider as they walked along, eager as ever to see the outside again.
Of course, when they reached the exit, they did not expect to find it blocked up. A giant boulder, covered in green moss, blocked the way out. The little bit of light that they had followed had come in from the cracks around the edges of the boulder.
"Oh come on!" Daras shouted, slapping his forepaw against the boulder. "We want out, and this happens?!" The male groaned softly, slashing at the boulder several times with no effect.
Deris walked up behind him, and pressed a forepaw to his shoulder. "Maybe Father was being careful this time? Making sure that we wouldn't leave the safety of the cave?" she said. Daras would have sworn that she was as eager to get out of the cave as he was, but she almost sounded glad! She shouldn't be glad! They were like prisoners in here, without being able to leave the cave.
He rounded on her, and slapped her across the snout. Growling, he tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't think of a thing that would show her the truth about this.
That, and the fact that he was slapped from behind, stopped him from trying to speak with her. Turning around faster than he had rounded on her, Daras planned to stomp the insect that had slapped him, or bitten him, or whatever it had done.
Rather than finding an insect, however, he saw the boulder moving. It unrolled itself, turning out to be a rather large being. It stood on two legs, rather than on all fours, and it turned around. The moss he thought was covering it turned out to be this thing's natural skin color, and it was glaring at him and his sister. It had tusks in its face larger than his own fangs, and it was smiling in the way that his father grinned just before swooping down on his prey.
"Oh, I will have fun with the two of you," the giant creature said. It pulled back a fist, and punched him right on the center of his forehead, hard enough to make him black out instantly.
~~~
Oryon chuckled as the male of the pair fell to the ground from one punch. Now that was something that no human could manage, that was for sure. He'd be out for at least a half hour, more than enough time to down the female and have his fun before coming back for him.
He reached out and snatched the hind leg of the female before she could run off. She squirmed in his grip before he squeezed down on her legs. With his strength, he could snap a dragon's leg in half this way, particularly one this young, and the way that he squeezed, he was rather sure that she was learning that. "If you don't want to make your death more painful, then I would suggest you stay still."
It took a second squeeze of her hind leg, snapping one of the smaller bones, to get her to stop struggling. She stared up at him, her facial scales glinting in the few beams of light managed to get past his bulk. "Who...who are you?" she whispered.
He smiled. "I am Oryon," he said. The terror that twisted her face made him laugh, as it always did. His name was a dragon's nightmare, no matter the age, though for different reasons with the older ones, he supposed. Stepping into the cavern, he grabbed onto her neck, and pulled her along. "Now that you know who I am, you know what you're going to have to do. At least, you do if you aren't as sheltered as the last dragon I killed," he added as he dragged her deeper into the cave.
She seemed to know, considering that she was struggling against his grip on her neck. Useless, of course. Her claws weren't sharp enough to even scratch his thick green skin, and her teeth weren't able to get to his flesh. The struggling was just wasted energy.
At the end of the tunnel, Oryon threw her against the wall. The cavern had opened up enough for him to stand up again, and it would give him room for his fun. The giant orc smiled as he reached into his chain armor that covered his groin, and rubbed at his dick. The helpless dragon was just so sexy, this way. "Ooooh, this is really going to be fun," he whispered, loud enough for her to hear.
He walked closer to her. His feet stuck to the ground a little more than they did in the tunnel, the muck, mud, and sweat that covered them sucking against the ground with each step. "Such a pretty female," Oryon muttered as he walked closer to her. He laughed softly to himself, his member growing harder and harder in its metallic prison as he watched the terror grow on the dragon's face. She was horrified by what was about to happen, and by her upcoming death. It was the most sublime pleasure for him.
Stepping on her already broken leg, Oryon pushed down with his full weight. The dragoness screamed under him as her bones splintered into pieces, breaking into three, six, nine fragments per bone, he felt.
He brought his other foot down on the unbroken leg, and pressed down just as hard. Crack, crack, crack, crack! The leg broke faster and easier than the other leg, snapping like food toss into the fire. Oryon hissed softly at the sound of the cracking bones and the screams of pain from the dragoness, and pressed down harder still. He waited until the bones felt cracked to dust before taking another step upwards, this time pressing just below her hips on each leg.
The bones lasted a few seconds longer at that point, but the dragoness was screaming louder than before. The pain must have been terrible, Oryon guessed. He felt her bones pushing out through her scales before snapping apart, her blood staining the muck and mud that covered his feet.
"Ah, yes..." Oryon moaned softly, one hand buried in his chainmail loincloth. He groaned softly as he fiddled with himself, rubbing his slick, musky length. This was why he hunted dragons. This was why he was the best and most feared of the dragonslayers; because he took his pleasure from the dragons like this before he killed them.
He pushed his feet down harder on the dragoness's hips, squashing them between his filthy feet and the cavern floor. Blood spurted hot between his toes and down to the ground, and he watched for a second as the blood started to pool under the dragon. "Looks you have maybe ten minutes to live, with this much blood loss," the orc said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "A little too eager on my part, I suppose. Oh well, your brother will do for a foot cleaner later...and just imagine, he'll not just be cleaning these feet of muck-" he paused, moving a step up and stomping on the base of her tail, making her shriek again, "-but he'll also be licking up his sister's blood and guts. I haven't made anyone do that before..."
The dragoness whimpered under him at that announcement, but it only made him laugh. She almost seemed beyond pain, at this point. He recognized the way her body was shutting down, shutting out pain in an effort to survive for as long as possible. There were ways around that. Oryon shook his head at her, pressing down harder on her tail, using the pressure to launch himself further up her body.
He landed on her shoulders, right where her forelegs connected to her main body. The numbing sensation wouldn't be nearly that spread out yet, and her scream confirmed his guess. She screamed as if she was dying, and she was. Oryon grinned at her, stomping down on her shoulders, stomping as hard as he could with each step. He felt the cracks and pops as the bones were destroyed under his filthy soles, slowly working inwards towards her spine.
Her screams grew louder and louder, and Oryon breathed faster and faster, panting in excitement at the way that he was crushing the life out of this creature. Oh, she was weak, pitiful, but that did not make her worthless, the way other orcs might think. She was deliciously soft under his feet, so easily crushed. Each stomp broke her further, each stomp bringing her closer to that eternal darkness.
Finally, he reached her spine, and brought both of his feet down on her at once. He loved this moment, the death rattle, the bloody splatter from the point of impact, and the feeling of his feet breaking through the scales to crush the heart of the puny reptile below him.
Each part happened all at once. He felt the warm blood pool up to his ankles as he slammed down through her spine, her heart break under his soles. He felt her body shiver, and he heard the last breath pass by her lips, and he moaned at the entire thing.
Looking down at the dead dragon, he reached down and pulled out a knife from his waist. "Now for the really, really messy part," he muttered to himself.
~~~
Davas groaned softly as he started to wake up. His head hurt, hurt very badly, but at least he was still alive. Their father must have come back, because he wasn't dead, and the orc surely would have killed him after knocking him out if he had the time.
He continued laying down as he heard footsteps from behind, panting softly in pain and relief. "Deris, I can't believe how lucky we were. That thing was going to kill us. Where's Father? I want to...I want to apologize for hurting him earlier, the way I was talking to him," Daras said, opening his eyes.
"Deris, hmm?" a deeper, masculine voice answered him. "Pretty name for a pretty dragoness. Too bad she'll never be able to share it with a male, now."
Daras whipped around again, pushing himself to his feet.
The orc from earlier was standing, hunched over, in the tunnel. At his belt was a blood, scaly mess. He stared at it for a full minute before he realized that it was his sister hanging from the orc's belt, and that she was dead. Gone forever.
"You...how could you..." he tried to say, tried to speak, but failed. He shivered and shook, wobbling from side to side. He was in shock from his sister's death, yes, but he was also very shaky from the blow to his head. He could barely stand up on his own now, and he certainly was unable to run. The only real option seemed to be to fight, even though he would die by doing so.
Before he could move, the orc rushed him. The giant dragonslayer slammed into him hard enough to send him flying down the tunnel again, this time out into the open. The orc was unbelievably strong, shoving him into the open air that he had been trying to get to before. Now, as he was laying on his side, he was sure that he would have been happy in that cave for the rest of his life, if he could just live through this.
Not that he would get the choice. The orc was already coming toward him, and was grinning wide. He knew who this orc was, and he knew what was about to happen to him. But however afraid he was, he wouldn't beg. He would. Not. Beg.
~~~
Oryon chuckled at the pathetic dragon. The male was just a little larger than the female had been, but he was still completely pathetic. He was glaring at him as though he had a chance against his skills. The dragon didn't know how mistaken he was.
He grinned as he reached the near paralyzed dragon. "You think you have a chance to get out of this with some dignity, don't you?" Oryon muttered with a shake of his head. "You know who I am?"
"You're...you're Oryon, the dragonslaying orc," the dragon said. "You've killed...you've killed fifty dragons in the last ten years, and...and you've humiliated each one of them, with your feet and stomping them," he said. Oryon smiled a little bit to himself at the way the small dragon described him. It was accurate enough, he supposed, but he was starting to get annoyed by the bravery in the dragon's eyes.
He kicked the dragon in the face. It was so satisfying, so fulfilling, that he did it again, knocking three teeth loose from the dragon's mouth. It even left a few trails of the female's blood against the dragon's face, as well as the mud and filth from the rest of his feet. The pain wiped the bravery from the dragon's face, replacing it with a great fear of the pain.
"Mmmm, that's better," Oryon whispered, lifting up one of his feet. "See all that blood? That's from your sister's body. She broke under these feet faster than anything I've ever seen. Such a weak little thing, wasn't she? So weak, so puny...just like you."
He pressed his foot down on the dragon's face, not hard enough to crush, this time. He didn't want this one to die too quickly. After all, his feet never got washed except by dragon tongues, and with the female already dead, this was the only other dragon in the area that could be fit for the job. He wanted to feel that dragon tongue against his soles.
Shoving his feet against the nostrils of the dragon, Oryon smeared the mud and filth and blood against the male's face. It was delicious, watching the face of the little dragon twist up in disgust. He laughed, pressing one toe into the dragon's nostril, plugging it up.
He watched as the dragon's body convulsed from the smell. Sitting down in front of the dragon, he reached out with his other foot and used it to hold the dragon's mouth shut. It served both to keep the dragon breathing through the nose, taking in the scent of filth and muck, and to keep the vomit that would inevitably make its way up from splattering out against his feet.
Each convulsion of the dragon under his feet made him feel more and more aroused. The chainmail that held his cock back was getting more and more stretched as the giant orc enjoyed himself more and more with the dragon at his feet, and he was panting softly as he plugged the dragon's other nostril with another toe. "Mmm, yes, take in that foot stink," he whispered softly at the dragon. He was groaning and panting, and was fondling himself underneath the chainmail loincloth that he was wearing, feeling his pre rub against his hand as the dragon's scaly face rubbed against his feet.
The dragon squirmed harder as his nostrils were both plugged, even though each struggle weakened him further and further with each passing second. Oryan smiled at the dragon as he slowly started to still, falling further and further from consciousness. The light of life in the dragon's eyes was nearly gone, now. A few more seconds of suffocation would be enough to kill him.
So he pulled his feet back. The desperate suction of air into the prey's lungs made him chuckle. Kicking at the dragon's face hard enough to dent in part of the bone structure, Oryan pressed the bottoms of his feet against the male's lips. "So, you have the smell in your head now. Time for you to learn the taste," the orc said with a loud chuckle. He wiggled his toes, flicking some dried mud off of them. The flecks landed on the dragon's face, dirtying it further.
The dragon whimpered, but he obeyed. That was all that Oryan cared about. The tongue of the dragon pressed against his feet, pressed against them hard. The dexterous appendage wound its way between his toes, and he could literally feel the slime and ooze leaving his feet. Grimaces of distaste confirmed it, as the dragon was forced to taste each bit of his sweaty, filthy feet.
He pushed his feet harder against the dragon's face, nearly feeding him his toes. In fact, except for the fact that the dragon had no choice in the matter, that was basically what he was doing. Pressing his toes into the dragon's maw, the orc was forcing his feet further and further down the dragon's narrow snout.
"Maybe I should trample you from the inside," Oryan said with a smile as he felt the warm, slick tongue press all around the bottoms of his feet. The forked tip flicked against his sole and heel, and against the balls of his feet. They almost tickled, and he couldn't help jerking himself off further at the feeling of his prey licking his feet. Inside of the chainmail armor, of course. It wouldn't do to reveal his balls to the dragon, no matter how beaten he might seem to be.
Of course, sadly, the dragon was soon finished with cleaning off his feet. He hadn't been able to jerk off all the way to completion, which made him a little upset, but there was still time. Oryan looked up at the sun, and nodded to himself. Another fifteen minutes before daddy dragon made it home, at the very earliest. He likely had quite a bit of time left.
Still, it wasn't a good idea to waste time, and it wasn't a good idea to be careless.
Turning back to the task at hand, Oryan pushed himself back to his feet. He kicked the dragon in the snout, right at the end of it, where the nose and mouth met. He put a great deal of strength behind it, hard enough to shatter the bones of the jaw and upper nose into fragments, but just barely weak enough to keep those fragments from spreading up towards the skull.
The scream of pain from the dragon was music to Oryan's ears, and he stomped down on the dragon's forelegs. They were pushed together already, and he felt the bones in them give, one after the other. He moaned softly, his hand flying over his encased member.
He walked over the dragon's ruined forelegs, walking on top of the dragon's flank as he moved down the ribs. He stomped, trampled them hard, feeling each one break as he walked past it. His chain loincloth was going to rust through at this rate, but he didn't care. This was so hot, so arousing to him, each crack of a bone taking him higher in his bliss.
Oryan made sure to avoid the spine, and trampled on the ribs carefully. He made sure that none of them speared through a lung or through the heart, making sure that the dragon lived through this for as long as possible.
He reached the dragon's hips, and stomped down on them, hard. Figuring that the male had more strength back here than the female, he pressed down as hard as he could. He felt the pelvis crackle under his large feet, the pressure grinding them down to nothing. The tail that was attached to the pelvis and spine twitched once before going still. He'd severed the nerve line to them as well as the bone with that stomp.
The orc laughed to himself. "Completely helpless, ain't ya?" he said, trampling the dragon's hind legs, causing the male to scream in further pain. "Completely helpless, paralyzed, and in pain. You're going to die, just like your sister, and you can't do a single thing about it!"
As he finished breaking the bones of the dragon's legs, and hindpaws, he stepped off of his prey. He slowly walked around to the front of the dragon again, staying in view the entire time. His enormous feet left bloody footprints in the greenery around him, a signature that he had been here. Not that he cared, by this point. The dragon teens would be dead, and he would be so far away from here for the next week, living off the reward, that the dragon parent would never be able to find him.
He looked down at the dragon's face, white with fear and pain. The orc laughed again, shaking his head at his prey. The dragons were never very tough, not until they were grown up. Humans might be given trouble by these things, but never orcs. Never orcs.
Lifting his foot, and holding it high, he smiled at the male. "I want you to know. This was very fun for me," he said, giving his cock one final jerk before cumming. With his hand in his loincloth, he pushed it down enough for the streams of thick, musky cum to hit the dragon in the face, one shot even hitting the dragon in the eye.
When the male blinked, Oryan stomped down, his upraised foot crashing through the dragon's skull, pushing it in hard enough to crush the brain. Likely, the male had died so fast that he didn't even know what had happened.
Oryan panted softly as he came down from his climax, and slowly lifted his foot back up. The green skin was covered in bits of brain, bone, and blood. No surprise, considering the head of the male was crushed nearly beyond recognition. The fragments might be pieced back together with a puzzle, but that was all. He sighed as he reached down, and slowly sawed the head off with his knife. "Too bad I stomped you so hard," he said to himself. "You would have been worth a lot of money."
It had been a little bit stupid to push his excitement so far, particularly when this dragon would have earned him a great deal of bounty money. With the head crushed like this, the bounty would be halved. At least the sister's head would make up for it.
Finally sawing through the neck, Oryan tied it to the belt of his loincloth, and sighed. "Well, back to the humans," he muttered, jogging down the mountains.
Hours later, the dragon parent would return. He wouldn't even need to enter the cave to know what happened, or look down at his destroyed son. All he would need to see would be the giant, bloody footprints of the infamous orc, and he would know what had happened.
And he would weep, knowing what had happened.
Oryan knew all of this, and he didn't care. He had gotten his fun with another pair of dragons, and that was all that mattered.