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Hello there, and welcome back to this novel! "Sons of Winter" is a bit of an experiment on my part. It is what I call a "High creative-freedom novel commission" in which the commissioner allows me a great deal of liberty to detail the plot, as well as employ any number of OCs I deem necessary to help guide the protagonist down his fated path. So, the reason why I liked to call this a personal work is because it definitely feels like one. However, after talking with my beloved patron, he allowed me to credit him in order to give proper recognition to his OC, as well as provide an example into how these sort of novel commissions look like ^^

So, without further ado, let's get readin'!

Sons of Winter chapter 4: Snowfang (high creative-freedom novel commission written for Teufel: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonteufel/ )

Chapter description: Aleks seizes his destiny...or so he believes.

Aleks belongs to Teufel: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonteufel/

The other characters featured in this novel are my creation

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"Oh."

Aleks paused once his foot touched even ground. Light blue crystals illuminated a long pathway ahead of him, wide enough to fit dragons. For a brief moment, he remained stuck in one place, wondering if his people had built this tunnel. What if he was suddenly treading upon the remains of some long dead civilization? The crystals grew from the bulbs of vines, and the air felt curiously warm and muggy, carrying the scent of flowers on a summer day. The oddities scared and intrigued Aleks at the same time.

The blue wolf walked on, just as he was instructed. If night was ending soon, he needed to make haste, for he had no idea what kind of trials awaited ahead.

Aleks took off his fur cloak once he got used to the stifling climate of this underground paradise. The squelching of his bare paw pads meeting the stone was the only thing that kept his ears busy, along with the fertile smell of vegetation, up until the tunnel expanded into a larger chamber.

Aleks paused before the intricate stone replica of a crouching dragon. The beast was crafted in exquisite detail, with gems for eyes and polished scales made of a dark, sleek metal that he had no knowledge of. More such sculptures spread around what looked to be a sacred chamber of sorts. The statues depicted dragons, gryphons, serpents, wolves and felines, some of the most common creatures that could be seen walking alongside a Snowfang. In the center, there was a stone dais with glowing runes carved around its odd, twisting form. It enticed Aleks to approach it warily, if only to discover more of this chamber's purpose.

"You are looking at the pillar of Ascension," a calm voice said from behind.

Aleks turned around to gaze into the mysterious blue eyes of a white wolf. This must have been one of the spirit speakers everyone in the village talked about. The wolf had a cowl decorated with the same set of runes Aleks had spotted on the pillar, but past that, nothing in the way of clothing embellished his body. Not a robe, greaves, metals or necklaces. Just his white, flowing fur rippling across the entirety of his bare, well-sculpted body.

"I-I heard about it," Aleks stuttered in embarrassment after his eyes stole a peek of the wolf's bare gender. "My father had told me the pillars judges you by your virtues. Or something like that."

"Mhm, yes, that it does, but the connection goes both ways. The virtuous are not without weaknesses, after all." The white wolf placed a hand on his shoulder. "I sense your yearning to embark upon the trials ahead, young one, but your feet are muddy and your spirit weary. Follow me."

Aleks kept staring at the wolf's bushy tail swishing this way and that as they walked across a narrow tunnel that led into another chamber. This one was a lot smaller, and simpler, fit only for a few anthros like him. Perhaps less than a few, judging by the steamy bath that occupied most of the room.

"Disrobe. You need no veils to cover who you truly are in this sacred temple."

Aleks rolled his eyes. He had imagined a trial of this sort, just...not quite so soon. He started off with his cloak, then continued with his tunic and, finally, pants.

"That too," the spirit speaker pointed at the beige wrap around Aleks' waist.

"Do I really need to--"he sighed rather than continue. Something in the white wolf's stare told him arguing was only going to make matters worse, so he divested himself of the loincloth and stepped into the warm, steamy waters.

"Aaaaah..." Aleks melted in with a long, pleasant groan. After hours of stumbling through a dark forest freezing his paws off, a bath felt truly divine. Aleks was given a rag to scrub himself with, as well as oils to clean his fur.

But the spirit speaker still lingered. In fact, he went as far as to help Aleks with his bath.

"No. Please." he looked up with an apologetic look. "I know you mean well, but I can clean myself just fine. See?" Aleks worked the scrub over his neck.

The white wolf retained the same impassive look about his face. A look that told Aleks this was someone who wasn't used to being denied.

"Unless this is one of your trials, I would very much appreciate if you can leave me alone for a few moments."

"Alone? In all my years here, I have never been asked to step aside. This is the prelude of your tests, young one. I have washed thousands of bodies before yours with the same scrub you hold in your hand."

Aleks let it drop in the water. The mere thought of that thing touching so many groins painted a most unsavory image in his mind.

And the spirit speaker didn't help either. "You can do everything by yourself, or you can allow me to fulfill my purpose, and in doing so, I will shed some light on the tests that wait ahead. Make your choice."

Aleks had figured the old bastard would do what he wanted anyway, so he went with the second option, huddling uncomfortably with his arms wrapped around his belly. The white wolf dipped the cloth in oils and rubbed it all over his body, including the area that made him a male. Aleks fought back the urge to cringe, drawing his strength from the pristine statues he had seen earlier, so beautiful and accurate within his mind's eye.

One good thing came out of the most uncomfortable bath of his life. Aleks learned that there were only two trials. One of strength, and one of wisdom. Past that, he had to discover what they implied on his own.

With the bath done, he was dried and taken before the pillar of ascension. There, he had to provide an offering of three elements that made him who he was. A patch of fur plucked from his body that represented the union of his parents, a few drops of blood that represented life itself, and a sliver of his future.

That last part was a bit more ambiguous. The spirit speaker had a lot of fancy words at his disposal, but what he really asked for was very simple...and extremely embarrassing at the same time.

"Wait a moment please. You mean I have to...do it here? Right now?"

The white wolf dipped his head, voice calm as ever. "A few drops will suffice. However, you have to be quick, or the ritual will not take hold, should the last element arrive too late."

"Eternal dragon's flames." Aleks gritted his teeth in disbelief and grabbed his sheath in one hand. "I can't believe I have to do this."

"There is no other way around this ritual, young one. Seed is what birthed us into this world. Seed is what allows our blood to survive in our offspring long after we perish. Just as the Eternal dragon had shared part of his most sacred of essences with us, so must you share yourself whole."

And the females? What had they to give in offering?

Aleks kept that last thought to himself, unwilling to let his cynicism get the better of him. Besides, what could he do? Fight against centuries of traditions? Discomfort aside, he had to find a way to make this work. For the sake of his village, and his father, and for his brothers who continued to fight on...he had to muster the courage to do what he had to.

"Gaaaah! I can't do it..." Aleks threw up his hands after five fruitless attempts of coaxing his member out of its den. "It's dead. Same as I'll be when I return to my father to tell him I was found unworthy by a stupid lump of stone. Is there nothing else I can do to prove myself? I'll take the trial of strength right now. I'll-I'll do both in the same day!"

"Enough of this insolence!" The sage's lips curled into a snarl. He had reasons to be angry, but Aleks didn't expect the spirit speaker to feel offended enough to use his magic. He but had to whirl his hands in the air a little, then Aleks found himself blasted across the room, smashing into the tail of a stone dragon.

"Graaaah...that hurt..." he rubbed his sore back as he picked himself up from the ground. "That really, really hurt..."

"As do your words, young one. You've come into our most sacred of halls, to mock our ways and demand they be changed to suit selfish needs! I shall not hear a word on that any longer! You either complete the ritual like a wolf, or see yourself banished back to the village naked, carrying your tail between your legs like a whiny pup."

Gorath would see him killed if it ever came to that. "Alright...alright. I'll do it."

"Do it here." The sage's finger hovered under the tail of the dragon he leaned against, pointing at her sex. "Khara'nharhyn is the Eternal Dragon's youngest consort, who came into her heat at but two years of age. She is a symbol of fertility, of willingness to accept her gender's burden before she could even enjoy life's freedoms."

Aleks focused everything he had into waking up the dead, squinting at the dragoness' sex as he combined elaborate hand techniques to rouse his rooster.

"Come on...Come ooooon you bastard! My father will flay me alive if he ever hears about this Hraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" The blue wolf's eyes bugged out when something incredibly warm encased his sheath in a haven of heated moisture. Aleks looked down to see a white hand move up and down along his sheath, an oiled cloth coming between the sage's palm pads and the blue furred sheathe.

"Look at her, not at me," the white wolf pointed to the dragoness' pussy with his free hand. "Look for ten heartbeats, then close your eyes. Imagine you're inside her. It is not my hand that you feel, but her overly slick, fertile folds, her flesh kneading you, hungry for seed. Isn't her body receptive? Isn't her will overpowering yours?"

Within a matter of seconds, everything vanished. The scents, the stone below his feet. Even the white wolf dispersed into the heated euphoria that cascaded over Aleks' senses once the oils from the soaked cloth sneaked inside his sheath. They coaxed his bare, naked member into a world of new sensations beyond anything Aleks had ever imagined. His logical half knew that he wasn't truly inside a dragoness, that the wolf simply whispered the erotic tale in his ears to trigger expected response, but Aleks preferred the fantasy to the truth. A wet, soppy, cunt to a plain, oil-drenched cloth.

Up and down the white hand moved, mirroring the motions of a dragoness pinning her mate beneath her, swaying her delicate folds against the oversensitive surface of his cock. Aleks' virgin penis swelled with throbbing bliss under the might of visual stimulation, and every caress along his increasingly rigid flesh increased the pressure welling into the depths of his groin. Aleks knew what that was. A fire he had only leaked at night, when the dreams became too intense.

The same fire that threatened to explode out of him now, like magma ready to burst from the depths of a spewing volcano.

"Nrrrrhhhhhh!" Aleks gritted his teeth as instincts fettered his body. They made him push his hips into the wonderful embrace of the oiled cloth and immediately found his shaft squeezed hard by the same pair of fingers that rubbed up and down, up and down...each time moving closer towards the lump at the base of his sheath. The only part of him that still remained inside, and at the same time, the most sensitive of them all.

"She's approaching her climax, and so do you," the sage said, increasing the pace of his strokes. "Clench your teeth. Snarl. Growl. Hiss. Whatever it takes, to hold onto your passion for just one more precious second."

Aleks snarled, growled, hissed. The wolf had a way with words unlike any other, the frisky dragoness atop him panting in sheer bliss as she rocked her hips in his lap, her swollen folds lapping at his still caged knot.

"I--I can't--hold on any--longerrrrrrr!"

Veins bulged along the ruddy surface of his cock. Just as the heated blood rushed along its rock-hard frame, the hand moved behind and squeezed Aleks right where it counted, mirroring the swift motion of the dragoness slamming her pussy against his shaft to receive the entirety of him inside her very being.

The blacksmith threw his head back and unleashed the mightiest, moaniest howl of his life as his knot popped into his mate, encased by tight, overpowering wetness. Bursts of fiery, fertile, pent-up cum exploded out of his heaving cock to pool up into the oiled cloth that started to drip with thick, milky juices. The white wolf allowed the fertile seed to pool up a bit more, then ripped the cloth away to allow a few stray ropes of cum to splash onto the stone before Aleks grabbed himself in his own paws. Hunched over, with tears of pleasure flowing down from his scrunched eyes, he watched the shaman perform a set of rituals upon the pillar that was now consecrated with the last element it needed.

The wolf's words were a buzz to his ears. Half trapped in the realm of ubiquitous pleasure, Aleks still imagined his final spurts shooting into the depths of the dragoness, her muscles milking the last of his essence.

"You have been found..."

Please no. Please don't say unworthy after all that you've put me through.

"Worthy to proceed with the trials."

The relief that washed over Aleks in that moment was almost as intense as his orgasm, rousing him from his stupor and bringing about clarity to his muddled thoughts. Once his member stopped dripping with sticky fluids, Aleks allowed the spirit speaker to clean him up, donned the proffered robe, and followed him to his final trial.

They emerged into a beautiful garden a lot bigger than the one Aleks had seen at the foot of the great tree. The vegetation was also much more different. Similar to what humans called a jungle. Vines wrapped themselves around the trees, some producing leaves, others flowers with magnificent petals that glowed in the dark to attract a plethora of insects.

As he walked with the shaman through this verdant paradise, Aleks wondered if Snowfangs had the ability to create an entire village like this, with warm air and soft, cushy ground. There was still so much he didn't know about their abilities.

The pleasant walk slowly came to an end. Aleks wrapped his hands around his body when the air started to acquire a chill. Slowly, the vegetation gave way to proud fir trees, frost, and cold earth, but Aleks still kept on going, walking into the unknown alongside a shaman he knew next to nothing about.

"How much longer until we start this trial? I assume it's not my walking ability you wish to test today."

The shaman said nothing until they reached a small outpost manned by two other Snowfangs, a bear and a black lion, dressed in usual hunting garb: lightweight armor, fur cloak, bow, sword or spear depending on whatever they wielded better. The two that came to meet Aleks had a bow and, respectively, a spear. Aleks was glad to see himself relieved from the shaman's hands. Cold and unwelcoming as it was, this forest was something tangible. Something he knew.

The two Snowfangs took him in their tree hollow to equip him with the gear he needed to survive. Aleks was not afraid, but excited about the possibilities that lay ahead of him. The trial of strength started tonight. Right after he arrived at the foot of the tallest mountain chain, the Frostfangs.

One thing Aleks didn't expect was to ride a dragon to reach his destination.

"First time?" the spear wielding bear chuckled at Aleks' frightful nod. "Don't worry. Mendrath never threw anyone off his back. Unless they gave him a good reason, that is."

"I'd have every reason to throw off that big arse off my back, were I a dragon." The other Snowfang said, and they both shared a laugh as they prepared a large green dragon for the night flight.

Aleks narrowed his eyes. Where would he sit if the back was already occupied?

"Please don't make me sit on the tail. Anything but the tail!"

"We won't!" the bear slapped the dragon's neck, who launched himself ahead to gain enough momentum. With a long leap, he threw himself into the skies without as much as a growl, leaving Aleks alone and confused. He knew something bad was going to happen from the moment he heard the dragon's wing beats again. The beast swooped him off the forest floor in his hind legs to carry Aleks like a mundane prey animal high above the forest.

"How are you hanging down there? Enjoy the view?"

"Aye! Oversized claws never looked better. Or smelled!" Even so, Aleks had to admit that he felt rather cozy tucked between the dragon's scaly toes. Almost like sleeping in his own bed.

The bear erupted with amusement. "Stinky you say? Oy Mendrath! Took yourself in your hinds again?" the bear looked back down to Aleks. "Aye, my dragon's a bit of an odd sort. He's got this habit of doing all manner of things with those back paws of his, but he also got the sense to clean himself afterwards! Worry not, my blue friend. You're in good, caring talons!"

The two Snowfangs kept poking fun at each other until they landed at the foot of the Frostfang mountains in a remote area commonly known as the high wilderness. The dragon carefully dropped Aleks onto the bed of snow, then the two anthros bid him farewell after they gave him a couple of advices.

And so, Aleks found himself alone. As annoying as it was to be the center of the jokes, any sound was better than his own, scared, shuddering breath right now.

During the first days of his survival, Aleks focused on building a shelter. Like the Snowfangs from the enclave, he had the idea to create a home far removed from the perils of the ground, yet he had no magic, few tools, and very little means to achieve such complicated goal. It took Aleks five days to build himself a little hut fenced with a barrier of wooden spikes against the more meager predators. With the home done, he focused on the bigger picture, that of securing his territory. Aleks had heard of what manner of beasts prowled these remote lands. Giant bears, fierce horned wolves, feral dragons...he was lucky to have encountered none of them, but luck could only get him so far. Aleks first marked the trees with symbols to quickly find his way around, then used most of his time to outline his territory with urine to trick the lesser beasts into staying away. He knew these simple tricks wouldn't work against any sapient creature, but there was no harm in trying, right?

It was about two weeks into his trial that Aleks had his first encounter with danger coming in the form of a mother bear defending her scared little young. She chased Aleks back to the shelter, where he took refuge up a tree. Though he went hungry more often than he ate, Aleks couldn't find it in him to let the innocent cubs suffer a long, painful death by slaying their mother.

Another week passed. Aleks started missing his home. Most nights saw him up in a tree humming songs while he watched the patches of sky through the canopy. The wilds started to feel strangely homely. Here, in his own land, Aleks felt confident in his own future. For the first time in his life, he made his own decisions, whether they were good or bad.

When morning came, he scratched another mark on his tree. Four days remained. Aleks imagined how his return would look like. Would the villagers respect him more? Would his father acknowledge him as his true son and future heir?

Perhaps. Whatever the case was, Aleks felt like celebrating his victory by achieving something great, and in doing so, he found himself led into the claws of a most unsavory party of hunters that tracked down his wild boar. The looters--quickly recognizable by their shaggy appearance--snatched Aleks like a frightened doe, relieved him of his equipment, then tasked him to clean their camp and cook their meals well into the night, when a crave for something more sinister took roots in their minds.

"Hold him," the black bear leader sneered as he divested himself of his loincloth. "You've got a lovely voice, wolf. Makes me wonder how you sing when I thrust my hard wood into your little den here." The bear slapped Aleks' ass.

Aleks winced as he struggled against his captors. He was completely helpless, with both hands and feet held fast by the hands of the other trappers. The only thing he could move was his tail, now firmly pulled up by the perverted bear who growled in pleasure once he took a deep sniff of Aleks' intense musk.

"Aaaahhhh smells just like a female. Looks cozy like one, too. First, I'll take you, then my partners will cum in you one after the other until your little puckered cunt reeks of our seed. Then you'll tell us how it feels to be a female, eh?"

Aleks gritted his teeth. The bears were in for a nasty surprise if they expected him to bow down so easily. Aleks bid his time for the opportune moment to strike, for the grips that held him in place weakened under the waves of laughter that burst around him. When the leader pressed his disgusting, slick shaft against his butt, Aleks jerked himself up and smashed his elbow into the bear's temple. The leader collapsed with a yowl of agony. After the laugh they shared, the others had no idea if the bear screamed from pain or pleasure.

Aleks seized the moment to make his escape. He lunged for the grizzly's short sword, who smacked him in the head, but not hard enough to daze. Aleks took his vengeance by impaling the bear's gut, then whirled around to cut open the bellies of two other distracted males. By that time, the leader got up on his feet, landing a series of slow, sluggish punches Aleks easily avoided.

The bear grabbed himself a spear and smacked Aleks hard across his arm. Aleks gritted his teeth. He tried to slice off the bear's neck, but his spear deflected the sword and took Aleks once again in the gut.

"Groooohhhh!" the blacksmith stumbled back.

"I will break you, little female!" the bear growled.

Aleks scrambled back into his combat stance. He tried to end the bear quickly with his sword, yet the rapist was better trained than his companions. After a few short exchanges, he tackled Aleks to the ground, where the fight turned into a bloody fist fight. Aleks took more than a fair share of blows, but the bear was getting tired. He used his massive force to choke the air out of Aleks' throat, leaving his groin exposed for a kick that took the breath right out of his throat. The bear's eyes flashed with molten pain as his jewels crumpled under Aleks' foot, enough for Aleks to expose his throat and sink his fangs into the bear's neck. Warm blood gushed into his mouth, and Aleks kept squeezing as hard as he could, chewing through the bear's skin, not disturbed by the choking cries or the tremors that started to shake up the bear's frame, until his body went completely limp.

That victory had been a bittersweet one. For the following days, Aleks fought not enemies, but himself as he attempted to convince his stubborn mind that he had rid the world of some lowlife thugs. At night, in his hut, he could hardly get the bear's pain out of his mind. The sounds he made while life left his body were sinister. Unearthly.

Almost as disturbing as the dreadful, two headed beast that had burned down part of his home village. Mendrath, the green dragon, arrived on the morning of the last day to take Aleks back home.

But Aleks refused the honor. He wanted to walk back on his two fee,t even if his mind and body had grown numb halfway through the journey. When he arrived in the village, he didn't get the reception he longed for. Few people recognized him by his rugged appearance. Even his own father mistook him for an urchin when Aleks walked into the Chieftain's hut. Gorath barked order after order to his confused shieldguards, and it took Hrothgar's intervention to put Gorath back on his furred throne to contemplate the fate of his son in silence.

A silence that spoke louder than any word. It pained Aleks, to see the same month that had strengthened him to weaken his father such. Gorath was thinner, and his eyes looked hollow. Every heaving breath that came out of his mouth seemed to draw on forever, and it quickly became clear to Aleks that the father he once knew had gone through a change of his own making.

"I told you to take him away. Ordered you to rid me of this impostor," Gorath mumbled weakly. "I know not who this stranger is, but he is not a son of mine. They've abandoned me. All of them...all of my sons are gone. Left without words. Fled without as much as a note. Deserted without...honor..."

No words, not even those of his own brother, managed to convince Gorath otherwise. The elder shaman sucked in a deep, resentful breath, then took the confused Aleks out of the hut.

"You've seen enough, dear boy."

"Why does he think I've abandoned him? He sent me to become a Snowfang. Everything I've done has been for my father! To make him proud...to prove that I can be more than a worthless runt."

Hrothgar gave a sympathetic smile. "I know, my dear boy...but even in the light of this sad turn of events, you must hold on to hope. Fulfill the promise you made to him. Earn your cloak and know that, no matter what happens, I will remain by your side."

Aleks refreshed himself with a hearty meal and returned to the Snowfang enclave the very same day, filled with renewed purpose. The same white spirit speaker met him once again with a full cleansing ritual. After that, he led Aleks to his next trial, which apparently included a fully grown, living dragon almost thrice taller than Aleks.

The task was simple. Subdue the gatekeeper by clambering onto its back, or turn back. Aleks tried for hours to gain leverage against the scaly behemoth, but the dragon proved to be a far too formidable beast to tame. Battered and defeated, Aleks returned to his uncle, unable to even look him in the eye.

"He's too strong. Too fast. There's...there's nothing I could have done to..." Aleks shielded his eyes as crystalline tears fell down his cheeks.

"Come here," the big wolf grabbed Aleks into a tight hug. "You've done all you could, my boy. Some abilities simply tend to manifest later in life. Your time might not have come now, but you have a whole future to look forward to. A future we can still change. Together."

"But how?" Aleks sniffled. "I'm a poor fighter and I know as much about weaving magic as I do about dragons. You know...I thought that after a month in the high wilderness I'd become stronger, but all I do is fail my father, fail my brothers, and fail you..."

The elder shaman disagreed with a vehement shake of his head. He knelt before the battered blacksmith to look Aleks in the eyes. "It's your blood that counts, not your current set of abilities. I know another way to get past the gatekeeper. A way that had helped the line of Snowfangs remain as strong as iron roots. To pass, you must simply give yourself to the gatekeeper and let him decide whether you are worthy to proceed or not."

"No..." Aleks shook his head. "I've heard this talk before...with the shaman, when I stood before the pillar of Ascension...It can't be what I think it is. Please tell me I'm wrong, uncle. Please."

Hrothgar's features remained stern. "It is the only way to become a Snowfang. Don't let your pride get in the way of doing what you must. What would your father say if he was here, in my place?"

Hrothgar was right. There was no other way to get past the dragon. Not if he wanted his father to remain locked in that dreadful state of apathy. Slowly, apprehensively, the young blue wolf followed his uncle back to the dragon's chamber. Unlike him, Hrothgar had the ability to communicate with the beast. The dragon crouched down on his belly, then placed his head down on the ground, rumbling like an oversized cat under the shaman's calming hand rubs.

"He is ready," Hrothgar looked back. "Come forth, you silly little boy. You've survived your first battle, but cower in fear from a dragon's tongue? What kind of Snowfang are you?"

I'm not one. Not yet. Not until I do... this.

Aleks walked up to the great beast. The dragon's warm breath ruffled Aleks' fur like the winds of a storm, but the young wolf pressed on to lay a hand between the creature's slimy nostrils.

"There," Hrothgar said with a pleased smile. "Sit there, and mind where your hands travel. Our gatekeeper has been known to sometimes eat those who annoyed him."

Aleks froze when the dragon's lips pulled up to reveal rows of sharp, deadly teeth. For a few moments, he really believed his uncle's threat until Hrothgar's throat burst with laughter.

"I'm joking my boy! Half joking, perhaps. He is going to eat you alright, though not in the way you'd expect."

Yeah. That sounded extremely comforting to one that had been pummeled, beaten, and thrown around by the same dragon moments ago. When the beast resumed his sniffing, Aleks sat straight as a board, allowing the dragon to do whatever he wanted. He started at the top of the head, then gradually moved those cavernous nostrils over Aleks' trained pecs. Aleks maintained eye contact with the dragon at all times. He knew dragons were proud creatures, and disrespecting this one could end in a very bad way, especially when said beast had your crotch in mind.

The dragon sucked in a deep breath through his shuddering nostrils. Then a second, and a third. Aleks hoped the dragon got what he wanted...

Then his slimy tongues snuck out to drape a curtain of slimy strings over the wolf's genitalia, a rumbling purr churning in his throat. The beast seemed to enjoy both the taste and smell of his musk, tasting the tip briefly before the tongue rolled under his sack, as if to measure the weight of his orbs. Aleks pressed his legs tighter together, claws scrapping against the stone below his feet. He didn't really wish to extract pleasure from this, yet the dragon's breath was nothing but hot, and to make matters worse, the dragon started rubbing around the opening of his sheath and nuzzled it with the smooth scales of his snout in an impossibly pleasant way. No matter how hard he struggled, Aleks couldn't stop the flow of blood from rushing into his penis, and he throbbed and grew and pressed himself against the slimy tongue until his entire spire came out in the open.

The dragon let out a long, steamy growl. His wings shuddered in their joints, same as his tail tip. Aleks drew back as the dragon scraped the ground with his claws. The beast wasn't annoyed. He was enthralled by the scent of male wolf, given how he pressed his snout into the wolf's crotch, coiled his wet tongue around the rock hard cock, and pulled Aleks by the knot into a paradise of moisture a male could only dream off.

"Hrrrooaaaaarrrhhhhh!" Aleks collapsed over the dragon's immense snout, scratching at the beast's scales while moaning like a helpless pup. Weakness coursed through his entire body.

Weakness and unbearable amounts of fiery pleasure. The dragon bathed his erect cock from all sides at once, entrapping his sensitive virgin meat in a fleshy embrace that felt better than his own hand ever did. Face scrunched up with strained pleasure, Aleks quickly realized there was nothing he could do but follow Horthgar's advice. Give himself fully to the dragon.

Surrender his seed to that hungry, steaming maw. The dragon wanted his essence. He wanted it bad enough to suckle his way to the milky, heated reward that burned into the wolf's groin. With strong, rhythmic motions, the dragon pulled and pulled at the wolf's cock, forcing Aleks to surrender his fertile cum to the unbearable heat of his maw and the messy sounds made by the dragon's sloppy jaws. The blue wolf completely succumbed to the pleasures his virgin cock was submitted to. He couldn't last even if he wanted to. Fertile seed burst through him all the way to his bloating cock, exploding into the dragon's mouth with a force Aleks never felt before.

"Hraaawwrrr!" Aleks cried over the dragon's satisfied growl, slamming his hips against the beast's wet jaws to get his cock as deep as he could into the nest of seeping flesh. The whole act of ejaculating into something that wanted his essence felt so incredibly fulfilling that Aleks howled his way through his orgasm, forcing his cock to pump spurt after spurt of fertile goo, crying in rivers as his entire body unraveled into an ocean of incredible pleasure.

Only after he plastered the dragon's tongue with enough of his seed did the beast offer him reprieve from the depths of his suckling jaws.

Aleks fell on his back, trembling, still moaning in the aftermath of the most potent orgasm of his life. Two figures stood above him. One was Hrothgar, the other the white spirit speaker who had cleaned his cock with a warm, oiled cloth.

"Your seed is indeed stronger than we all expected, young one. It would truly be a shame to keep you from becoming one of us. You are free to proceed with your second trial."

Everything past that moment happened in a blur. The dragon's warm farewell, Horthgar's words...Aleks didn't even know where he walked or why he was wearing another robe until the sweet scent of blooming flowers filtered into his nostrils. Another verdant jungle stretched ahead of him, paving the way towards the sacred mountain where one of the dragon gods--Aleks didn't know which one--made his nest. It was there where the trial of wisdom took place. Nobody had told Aleks what it was, or what he was going to find there. In his mind, he had already created the image of an enormous dragon made from dark, storming clouds.

But what he found at the top surprised Aleks in the most pleasant of ways. In a large nest rested a red dragoness surrounded by a dozen of rowdy hatchlings.

I know who you are, Aleks, along with the reasons that bring you here. The dragoness tilted her head a little. There is much conflict in one so young, but underneath all these doubts hide all the answers you seek.

Aleks remained transfixed by the female's warm eyes. You can hear my thoughts?

Everything your mind and instincts tell you.

That is a little unfair, to know everything about me when I know so little of you.

The dragoness spread her beautiful wings. Come and learn more about me then, forger of swords and irons. It took your hunters many years before they found the courage to ascend my peak. Will you take as long as them?

I've been introduced to dragons before. Aleks' blood climbed to his head when he realized the dragoness could probably tell what he meant by that. I mean I know how to address you and how to behave when I am required to...do certain things.

What will you do if I ask you to care for my offspring?

Everything.

The dragoness dipped her head and urged him to approach. Ambitious. Perhaps a tad overzealous, considering you are one against many.

Gorath once said it was the power of one's spirit that endured in the face of unsurmountable odds. Armed with that belief, Aleks strode over to the mother dragoness, hugged her warm snout, then gave himself fully to the little dragons that nipped and jumped all over this new fluffy intruder.

He came here with humble expectations for a day or two, but the dragoness rewarded him with much more than that. She shared with him a part her life that allowed Aleks to sample everything a dragon would. The blacksmith learned much about the value of preserving life by nurturing the young dragons with love, devotion, and everything good he had in him.

At the end of the week, when the full moon ascended in the sky, the dragoness learned what kind of wolf he was. She bestowed upon Aleks the greatest gift: a hatchling from her own clutch to accompany him on the greatest journey of all: life. Aleks had never felt more honored or more appreciated in his entire life than he did when he remained awake under her wing that night, to play with each of her hatchlings. In the morning, he was going to be back in an imperfect world, but for that one, serene night, all he wanted was to enjoy his last moment in paradise.

END OF CHAPTER 4

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