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"Are you sure this is the right caravan? It seems awfully... dainty--not at all like a caravan that would be carrying a special sword." Verro peeked over the edge of the cliff as he leaned forward. "There are only a few guards."

"It's the right one," Saber confirmed. "See that emblem on their banner, the scorpion? Why would a desert clan be so far north if not to transport something valuable?"

"I just thought there would be more guards at least. I guess that makes it easier for us."

About two-hundred feet below them was a single covered, horse-drawn carriage riding through the snow. It was property of an opposing faction, the Nelai clan, who were represented by a black and gold scorpion. Two riders took the rear while one took the lead, guiding the transport to its destination. Snow blanketed the colorless land around them. Forests of coniferous trees surrounded the area, except for a large clearing that the wagon was about to enter.

Saber crossed his bare arms and shivered; his purple scales felt cold and stiff. They had been tracking the cart since yesterday and trailing it from a distance. He had not expected a shipment from the desert to travel all the way into the Northern Territories by land--normally, shipments would travel to the coast and then be taken out to sea by large boats to a northern port in the river Bese. It had probably taken weeks for the caravan to get to here, just past the border of the Middle Territories.

"You should have dressed warmer," the wyvern said, grinning.

"Oh shush, you." Saber wore light linen clothing more suited for a desert environment, which left his arms and footpaws bare, exposed to the chilly air. Had he known he would be leaving a temperate climate, he would have packed his thick, fur clothing. "I don't know how you don't get cold when you're naked all the time."

"Because I'm a _real_dragon and not some crossbreed," he teased and flicked out his forked tongue out at the half-dragon.

Saber punched his wing-arm and chuckled. "Are all wyverns as cocky as you?"

"I wouldn't know; they don't hold up conversations very well," he smirked. "I'm just the lucky one."

At Verro's hatching, someone had enchanted him with the ability to speak--most dragons were feral animals, though they were still intelligent. Whoever had enchanted Verro either lost him and abandoned him when he was just a hatchling, and that was when Saber found him as a youngling himself. They grew up and have been together ever since.

"The lucky one that gets himself into trouble with that mouth," Saber remarked.

"That's because people aren't ready for talking dragons yet," Verro replied and rumbled.

Saber patted Verro's shoulder and climbed up onto his back, mounting the saddle. He peeked over Verro's shoulders and saw that the caravan was directly below them now: it was time to strike. Verro shifted and crawled to the edge of the cliff. He hooked his talons at the edge and lifted his wings.

"Let's go get that sword," Saber said and held tight to the wyvern and the saddle.

Verro leapt off the cliffside and glided down to the clearing, staying directly above the caravan so they didn't see him until the last minute. When he flared his wings and roared, he caught their attention immediately, fear stricken across their faces. All the horses were startled and bucked their riders. The caravan tore off into the snow away from the road.

Fire spouted from Verro's maw as he engulfed a rider in flames. Saber jumped off and landed in the cold snow, facing the two other riders with drawn spears. The two amethyst gems on his black, golden-laced bracelet glowed; Saber withdrew a long, bastard sword from thin air and gripped the handle tightly.

One horseman charged him with the spear pointed at him while the other aimed to throw his at Verro. Saber held his ground and waited for the right moment, and then he leapt into the air into a spin, swiftly coming down and slashing the rider off the horse. His sword cut clean through the human's armor and bones, leaving a fatal gash in his abdomen.

Verro swooped down and knocked the other horseman down before he could throw his spear, and then he pounced on him and ended his life by crushing him. Quickly, Verro turned and grabbed Saber in his talons and carried him to the cart that was now a good distance away. The rider regained control over the horses and put them into a full sprint, with snow kicking up from them.

At Saber's command, Verro dropped him down onto the wagon. He fell through the covering and landed on his back with a painful hiss. Surrounding him were four more guards that had been hiding. They shouted and lunged at him with daggers and shortswords, and Saber just barely dodged them and rolled out of the cart. He hit the ground hard, but the snow caught his fall and he stopped rolling almost instantly.

"Burn it!" he shouted to Verro. "The sword will be fine!"

Verro unleashed a fiery ball of flame that consumed the cart. Flames erupted and split the wood in a crackling blaze. Through the smoke, Saber heard the screams of the human guards, and it made him wince.

I hadn't expected more armed guards... I'm glad I'm not them.

He found one that had survived after jumping from the burning caravan. Saber held his sword up and dashed toward him. The guard held up a wooden shield that blocked his first attack, and his sword split the wood and lodged into the center of it, stuck. It was ripped away from his hands, leaving Saber unarmed as the guard swung at him.

Saber leapt backward to avoid the slash and reached behind him, his bracelet glowing once more, and pulled out another weapon out of thin air, and this time it was a halberd. He spun and swung the weapon in a circle, using momentum to deliver a powerful blow that splintered the guard's shield and staggered him. While still carrying his momentum, Saber swung the halberd down like an axe and executed him.

He sent his halberd away--it disintegrated into bright-purple particles and vanished. He pulled his sword from the broken shield and approached the ruins of the cart cautiously. The horses broke free and ran off. Verro landed beside him and admired his destruction, flames glowing and flickering. Saber sent his sword away too and stepped close enough to feel the warm glow of the fire.

"There were more guards?" Verro asked Saber, who nodded to answer him. "I guess it was well-guarded after all, if their attackers wouldn't have been us."

Saber looked down at the slain guard's armor and saw the same scorpion emblem engraved on his breastplate. "These were most likely some of the Kingsguard. This shipment was very important to them."

"He's not going to be happy that he lost these men and that sword," Verro muttered as they stepped up to the smoldering remains of the cart. Some of it was still on fire, so he knocked pieces away and tried to expose the center of it, where Saber saw a shining and glowing piece of metal, and it was on fire. There were other weapons in half-burned crates too, but those were of no use or value to them.

He grinned widely and carefully stepped around to reach for the pommel of the sword--he tested it first to make sure it wasn't scalding hot. Withdrawing it, it gave a faint hum, and as Saber held it up, he showed Verro the flaming, enchanted sword. The fire danced at its double-edges. It was light in his grasp with a weighted blade, a perfect balance. Luxurious, smooth leather wrapped around the hilt, and the entire sword was crafted into one shining, metal piece.

"How do you turn that thing off?" Verro asked curiously, tilting his head to look at it.

"I... don't know." Saber shoved the blade into the snow, but it just melted away and burned the soil underneath. He waved it around and tried a few verbal commands, but the flames continued anyway.

Verro laughed in amusement and sifted through the rest of the wreckage to look for anything else valuable, ignoring the dead, half-burned or charred bodies. "Don't hurt yourself."

"I heard that to activate the enchantment, you run your hand up the flat of the blade... so maybe I do that to turn it off too?" Saber hesitantly held his handpaw over the hot flames. He gritted his teeth and pressed it to the blade, which was surprisingly cold, and followed the blade up to the point. It didn't burn him and the fire dissipated.

"Huh. Neat." Saber waved the flameless sword around and tested it out, obviously happy with the make. It had a Valkan appearance to it--a race of avian humanoids well-known for their metal-crafting and weaponry--and it was made out of a metal he wasn't familiar with. Though it was shiny silver, there was a slight blue hue to it. He held it out in front of him, and his bracelet glowed before the sword in its entirety disappeared in purple particles.

"How many weapons is that now?" Verro asked. "Your collection must be getting full."

Saber smiled and shook his head. "There's no limit to how many I can store. And now I have ninety-seven--almost one-hundred."

"Why don't you take their weapons so you have an even hundred?" Verro asked and nosed at a sword.

"These boring things? They're almost as useless as a rock would be. I only collect weapons worthy of my time," he said smugly. "We'll find three more to collect."

Saber looked at the wreckage around them and felt his guts clench. In the back of his mind, he hated killing living things. For the longest time, members of the Nelai faction have been the lowest of scum--they were mostly drug, slave, and weapons traders--but did that justify the fact that he and Verro just murdered seven guards and a wagon driver for only a sword, even if it was a task he received from his clan?

The Nelai were an opposing faction to the Raldur, the clan both Saber and Verro were sworn into. The Raldur are the largest clan in the desert, taking up the most territory that stretches past the desert and into the forests and riverlands. Compared to the other clans in the Southern Territories, they had the third largest military and had the second most land. While the Nelai were a group of thugs, the Raldur were the upstanding, dutiful guardians of the territory; so naturally, the two factions were constantly at odds.

"We should go. Someone will see the smoke and come investigate soon," Saber said and climbed onto Verro, shivering. "And I'm cold and need to get out of the snow."

Verro smiled and spread his wings wide before leaping into the sky in one powerful jump. Saber held tight to the saddle and kept his footpaws hooked in the stirrups as he lay on his belly while Verro flew. The saddle was lightweight and only had places for his hands and feet to hold onto; there was no seat, so he had to lie prostrate between the wyvern's wings.

A few miles away was their camp where they stopped for their belongings. Saber hooked two satchel bags under Verro's wings and tightened them to his saddle so they wouldn't fall off. There wasn't too much in them; just some survival gear, extra clothes, and coins.

They took to the skies again and angled south. Snow fell from the gray sky, like dust floating in the wind. It wasn't often that they saw snow--for the most part, Saber favored to stick close to the desert in their territory. Verro preferred the desert too: it was the best place to bathe his lavender scales in the sun. They didn't have a real home anywhere, so they often slept out in the wilderness or found somewhere in a nearby town to sleep for the night, but that cost money: something they didn't save much of. Typically, the money they earned would be spent on frivolous things that never lasted long.

And tonight would be another night in the wilderness. As the sun descended, they continued flying south. They crossed the border of the Northern Territories into the Middle Territories. The landscape steadily shifted from snowy, hilly forests to snowless, flatter forests. Color returned to the world in dark-green hues mixed with brown and gray. Behind them were mountains towering above the land, and ahead of them was an open, rolling world with towns and cities speckling the territory.

Saber loved flying--he often wished he had been born a full dragon or at least a wyvern like Verro. The sky was an open expanse, where one could move freely without hindrance. From here, the world looked like a painting, a beautiful concoction of colors and shapes. He was lucky he could experience it with someone he loved.

In spite of his draconic heritage, he was wingless and flameless. He walked and talked like a human, alike many other digitigrade races: wolves, foxes, gryphons, cats, and many others. But there were also feral animals that shared the same qualities as their counterparts; it was as if the gods couldn't decide which form would survive better, so they threw them all into the world together for survival of the fittest.

Verro carefully descended and landed at a river bank to take a drink from the icy water. Saber climbed off and filled his canteens, taking a drink as well.

"I guess we'll have to set up here for the night," Saber said and searched for a clear spot. He took off Verro's saddle along with their bags and put them down. After that, he took stones from the river and set them into a circle while Verro lay down to rest his aching wings for a moment.

"I'm hungry," Verro stated. "I want food."

Saber chuckled and withdrew a high-quality lumbering axe with the flick of his wrist. "Well, I'll get the fire going. Why don't you go find us some food?"

"But I'm tiiirrred," the wyvern complained. "I've been flying all daaaaaay! I haven't eaten since yesterday."

"I still have a small package of elk meat wrapped up, but that won't be enough for you."

Verro sighed and reluctantly stood up. "I'll be back."

Eventually, Saber prepared their fire and had Verro light it when he returned with a full deer. Saber cooked his meal while Verro ravenously tore into his, blood staining his lips and teeth. It was a quick, satisfying meal that filled their bellies.

Darkness fell over the land, save for the radiating glow of the fire. Beneath the canopy, Saber saw the moon and the stars peeking between the branches and leaves. It was silent except from the crackling of the fire and the occasional howl of a wolf.

"It's a beautiful night," Saber said with a smile.

Verro laid his tail in Saber's lap so he could stroke it. "Not as beautiful as you."

He giggled and shook his head incredulously. "You're ridiculous. Who taught you cheesy pick-up lines?"

"Probably you," he responded with a toothy smile. "Do you remember when you wanted to court that one female? She thought you were super cute when you said something like that."

Saber blushed and squeezed Verro's tail. "I-I'm not the best at courtship... I had completely forgotten that. Thanks."

"You're welcome," Verro cooed teasingly and nuzzled him. "Besides, I do think you're really cute and pretty." He gave Saber's cheek and tender lick, causing him to blush more. "Beautiful... sexy," he chirred.

"I'm n-not any of those things..."

"Yes you are," Verro rumbled and coiled his tail around Saber's smaller body. "My little drake," he whispered into Saber's ear.

Saber shuddered and took in a deep breath, blushing. That was something Verro called him during the heat of their passion, words that made him want to submit to his large drake. His tail coiled snugly around him, tightening, restraining him...

"You're ridiculous..." He couldn't hide his embarrassment or the fact that those words were stirring something within him.

Verro chuckled and released the half-dragon. He turned onto his side and exposed his underbelly to the warm fire. For a brief moment, he shifted his hind legs and moved them apart just enough that Saber could see his cloaca--entirely on purpose.

Relaxing, Saber let out a gentle sigh and scooted closer to the fire. He held out his hands to keep them warm as the cold breeze brushed across his scales. With his hood up, he tried to keep the heat trapped with his cloak around him, and it worked rather well.

"You're still cold?" Verro asked.

Saber nodded and sighed. "It'd be a lot warmer here if the sun was out."

"Well, why don't you take off those silly clothes so you can snuggle with me and get nice and cozy?" Verro asked with a grin.

Over his head and back was a dark-purple, hooded cape embroidered by black stitching. Around his waist, he wore a long loincloth with two extra, thin sashes draping at both sides. It was done in the same black-embroidered style as his cloak. And beneath those was a simple, loose, black tunic and loose black pants that stopped at his ankles, where his footpaws were left bare. His arms were bare too, revealing his purple scales and exposing himself to the cold.

"If I'm cold, then why would I take my clothes off? That's rather redundant." Saber replied, grinning. "Or do you just want to see me naked again?" He knew Verro was in the mood to mate with him, and Saber was more than willing, but he liked putting up a little resistance sometimes.

"Some of your clothes are scratchy and uncomfortable," he retorted. "And I do prefer you naked, yes."

"You're a big lump of scales! How can they be uncomfortable?"

"They get caught and snagged in my scales sometimes..."

"Oh, fine, you silly wyvern," Saber conceded and unbuttoned his hooded, purple cloak around his neck.

Verro's teeth gripped his cloak and gently tugged it off. Baring a soft grin at the wyvern, he took off the loincloth and sashes around his waist too and set them aside so his loose, black tunic and pants remained on his body.

"Keep going," Verro cooed as he lay back and watched his rider undress.

"But it's cold out here and I'll freeze," Saber complained. Without the sun's warm rays, the moon left a nippy chill in the air.

"I'll keep you warm, so hurry up and get naked for me." He bared his fangs in a toothy smirk, his golden eyes bright.

A soft blush warmed Saber's cheeks as he let out a defeated sigh and slipped out of his long tunic. "To anyone else, this would be very weird."

"What we do together is _very_weird," Verro replied, chuckling. "But that's what makes it fun."

He slipped out of that to expose more of his deep-purple scales at his bare chest and belly. The wyvern's eyes lingered around his groin as he pulled down his linen pants and dropped them at his ankles, so now just his simple linen underwear remained.

"Happy?" he asked and packed his clothes in his rucksack, turning away from Verro.

"Not quite." Verro slipped a talon beneath Saber's cloth and tugged it down, exposing his bare rump.

Saber glanced back at him and tried to pull his underwear up, but he wouldn't let go. "Hey! What if someone sees us?"

"No one is going to come across us in the middle of the forest," Verro answered with a smirk. "Take it off."

Saber grumbled and gave up, slipping out of his last garment. He was completely naked, and if it wasn't for the warm glow of the campfire, the wind would have chilled him straight to the bones. He turned to Verro, and his eyes were glued to Saber's slit. It looked a lot like the wyvern's cloaca since it was just a crease in his scales, but instead of it being horizontal, it was vertical. And unlike Verro, Saber had a tailhole hiding beneath his thick tailbase and between his cheeks.

"You two-legs are too easily embarrassed by what you hide with your clothes," Verro stated with a toothy smile as he opened his legs to Saber and showed him his vent.

A soft blush warmed Saber's cheeks. "It's just natural to wear clothing and cover ourselves up."

"I also don't know why you complain every time I get you naked in the wilderness. You always like it," he hummed. "And no one has yet to ever find us, except for a few animals."

Verro turned onto his back and leaned against a thick tree so he was sitting up, and he opened up his wing-arms and hind legs to Saber. Between his legs and creasing the base of his tail was his cloaca, presented to the half-dragon. Saber smiled at him and climbed into his lap, straddling his stomach. The wyvern's large wings closed around his nakedness like a soft blanket and kept him tucked close against his warm body. Almost immediately, the cold disappeared as their scales pressed together.

"Is this what you wanted?" Saber asked, grinning. For many years, he and Verro had expressed their physical desire for one another, in spite of their obvious differences. Both of them very much enjoyed the more taboo side of their relationship and kept it secret to the rest of the world.

A wingpaw grabbed Saber's rump and squeezed it as it pulled Saber closer against Verro's body. "Mhmm..." His pebbly nose nudged at Saber's chest and inhaled deeply.

"Or is there something more that you want?" Saber sifted his handpaws through Verro's soft feathers and stroked up and down his neck.

"I do have the desire for something more... intimate... maybe even romantic," he answered with a low rumbling. His large, forked tongue flicked across Saber's bare chest and down his stomach.

"Mmmm, the last time you wanted something romantic, you tore half my clothes off and shoved me against a rock."

"Was it not romantic? I recall that you were moaning rather loudly and enjoying every bit of me rutting you."

"I did enjoy it, but that doesn't make it romantic. If you want romance, we have to be slow and methodical," Saber said. He stroked Verro's chest with his handpaws, tracing his claws across his broad, tan scales. "Perhaps some long foreplay with wine, and after that, we mate under the stars."

"Well, I can see some stars between the trees... and you're already naked. Too bad we don't have any alcohol, but this will do." Verro gave a deep purr and nuzzled down Saber's torso. That hot tongue flicked across his belly scales and dipped lower as his snout pushed Saber back. It danced around his groin and teased the half-dragon, each lick drawing closer and closer to his male slit until...

"Oohh, Verro... You naughty wyvern." His hand grasped Verro's triangular head and petted him with encouraging groans. He lapped at Saber's sensitive slit with the flat of his tongue, saliva smearing over his groin. His head wedged between Saber's thighs as he licked him repeatedly.

Arousal warmed the back of Saber's mind as well as his face as he watched Verro, his toes curling in pleasure. Verro was always so blunt and straightforward with what he wanted, but Saber didn't mind that one bit. The way his tongue slathered up his slit sent pleasurable shivers up his spine, coaxing his flesh out.

And when Verro finally tasted Saber's cock, he gave a deep rumble and focused his attention on the tip of it as it emerged from its home--it was where he could lick up his pre and savor his rider's musky flavor. Half-dragons didn't produce as many scents and hormones as a feral dragon did, so Verro eagerly dug his nose into Saber's crotch to get the most out of his maleness.

Saber moaned with pleasure and enjoyed his wyvern's long, slippery tongue bathing his hardening rod. It wasn't long before he was completely hard and twitching, and Verro brought is cock into his hot, moist maw and suckled on it. Since Verro was much bigger than Saber, it was easy for him to engulf his entire flesh. His lips pressed against Saber's stretched slit. Pre leaked from his tip into the back of Verro's awaiting mouth, rewarding him for his efforts.

"I always forget how good you are with your mouth," Saber said. "So soft and delicate... Ooohhh..." Saber sifted his hand through Verro's crest of feathers, stroking his neck, while he enjoyed the wonderful sensations of his cock buried in the wyvern's maw.

Verro rumbled and continued to suck on his rider's flesh, milking it for his pre as his nostrils flared and took in his male scent. His tongue curled around it and dragged across the ridges at the underside of his shaft. As Saber leaned back in Verro's lap to give him ample room, he felt something warm and slick sliding against his lower back, and he turned his head to see the wyvern's large cock growing from his vent at the base of his tail.

"Enjoying yourself, too, I see." Saber smiled at him and used a handpaw to lightly stroke his smooth, warm, slippery spire. It twitched in his grasp as it grew, and his wild, musky odor permeated the air around them. Verro's cock was giant compared to Saber's, since the wyvern was about three times his size, but Saber had proved plenty of times in the past that he wasn't impossible to take. As he stroked his wyvern, his paw could just barely squeeze around his girth.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Verro purred and pulled his muzzle away from Saber's crotch. He nuzzled into his neck and gave it a wet, sensual lick, causing the half-dragon to blush and croon as he exposed his neck to more of the wyvern's licks. Those same soft, wonderful licks that Verro was pleasuring his flesh now doted his neck, rousing many gasps and quiet moans from him. Saber tilted his head back and let Verro kiss under his blue-scaled chin--for a feral wyvern, he was very good at that and had excellent control over his lips that softly mouthed across Saber's tender scales.

Verro gave a low, lustful growl and pulled Saber against his warm, tan underbelly, his wingpaws gripping his back and rump. Saber's head rested on the wyvern's neck while he leaned against him and sat in his lap. His hard erection rubbed against Verro's scales as their bodies molded together.

"I guess this is pretty romantic," Saber said. He rubbed Verro's broad chest with his handpaws and kneaded into his muscles as Verro held him. "Making love by the campfire under the cover of night..."

"Mhmm... Now why don't you be a good, little drake and take my cock," Verro whispered into Saber's ear.

Saber shuddered as Verro's flesh rubbed against his rump. The wyvern rolled his hips and smeared his pre on Saber's scales.

"Well, it was romantic until you said that," Saber chuckled and moved into Verro's lap, his knees bending and fitting into the crooks of Verro's hind legs. He grabbed onto the wyvern's shoulders and let him lift his tail out of the way while he lowered himself down onto his spire. Verro's soft flesh poked beneath it, and the tip pushed at his tailhole. Slowly, Saber leaned back and felt the tip of the wyvern's cock stretching him apart. The tapered tip prodded into his rump and made Saber groan deeply.

"And yet you're just as eager as always," Verro responded as he carefully pushed into Saber and squeezed his large flesh inside. Saber winced and steadily impaled himself on the wyvern's cock; it was almost painful, but over the years he had grown accustomed to it, so it was only discomforting for the first penetration. He slipped further inside, sliding deeper and deeper, feeling every ridge bumping against his tailhole, before Saber lifted his hips up and felt him slide nearly all the way out. He lowered himself again, slightly faster this time, and let Verro's pre and secretions ease the penetration until his entirety fit inside his rump, excluding his bulbous knot-like base.

Saber let out a lewd groan and pressed his snout into Verro's chest while grabbing his shoulders. Verro rumbled with pleasure and held his small rider down on his cock. Pre leaked out of Saber's tapered tip as he rolled and gyrated his hips, and that roused a few deep moans from both of them. His hard flesh grinded against Saber's prostate, pressing firmly against that button inside him.

"You're so soft and tight," Verro cooed into Saber's ear. "Such a perfect fit... Whoever said that ferals and half-dragons didn't belong together was wrong." He nuzzled his cheek and tilted his head down to slather his warm, wet tongue across Saber's neck. Saber moaned and tilted his head to the side and let the wyvern place lick after lick at his neck, drawing gasps and moans from his lips.

"Ooohhh... V-Verro... Have you ever kissed someone before?"

"Rwwrrrr, that's not something ferals really do," he answered and licked up Saber's neck. "But that's something I'm willing to do with you." He looked into Saber's crimson eyes and bared a soft, tender smile.

"I'd really like that..." A deep blush warmed Saber's cheeks as he stared back into Verro's golden spheres. He felt his heart thudding in his chest, racing faster the closer he leaned in. Pressing his lips to Verro's, he shut his eyes and mouthed over them. The wyvern copied him and gently kissed Saber.

It was awkward at first, since Verro's head was twice as big as Saber's, but once they found a sweet spot, Saber melted in Verro's embrace. Large wings closed around his body snugly, tucking him against his chest. With Verro's hard length still buried in his rump, Saber squeezed his muscles around it and slowly rolled his hips, promoting soft moans through their passionate kiss. Saber sometimes slipped his tongue into Verro's maw, and Verro would try to do the same with his larger, forked tongue--sometimes it was a little too much, but Saber didn't mind that at all.

Having sex with Verro was normally quick and rough, but on the occasion they did like to slow things down and enjoy each other. This time, Saber could fully enjoy Verro and his exotic body while he rode him. Every movement he made, he felt the wyvern's large cock move inside him and rub against his soft, tight walls. Verro held the half-dragon tight against him and helped roll his hips into Saber.

Pre drizzled from the Saber's twitching flesh that rubbed against Verro's underbelly. His erection squished against the wyvern's tan scales as their bodies grinded together in their mating dance. Pleasure warmed his loins and made his toes curl.

After they pulled away from the kiss, Saber gently bounced in Verro's lap, giving a lusty moan as Verro's hard member pushed against his sensitive prostate. He repeated the motions again and again to stimulate himself with Verro's cock.

Verro moaned and returned to slathering his tongue up and down Saber's exposed neck. While Saber rode him, he would buck his hips and push deeper, the bulging base of his cock squeezing against Saber's entrance. As his length slipped in and out, his ridges rubbed against the half-dragon's passage and made him moan louder.

Pleasure bloomed inside Saber's body, tingling up from his loins to the back of his mind. His cock was drooling with pre as he took Verro's flesh and rode it faster. He grabbed Verro's shoulders as Verro grabbed his rump with a wing-paw and squeezed it firmly. They moaned to each other while their hips patted together repeatedly.

Saber wasn't sure how close Verro was, but he was edging on the pinnacle of bliss. He nearly came and slowed down for a bit, but he could hardly resist the pleasurable sensations of feeling Verro's thickness sliding in and out of him quickly. So, he kept going and going, letting that pressure in his loins build faster and faster.

"Ooohhh! Verro... I'm g-going to cum..." Saber shut his eyes and pressed his chest against Verro's, getting that perfect angle that made him cry out with bliss as the tip of Verro's cock grinded right against his prostate.

Without much more warning, warm seed drooled out of his pulsing flesh and spilled onto Verro's underbelly. Saber sucked in a deep breath and let out a shuddering moan of ecstasy. His mind burst into climactic bliss as his body relaxed and released all of that built up pleasure.

"Rrrrrrr, that's a good, little drake," Verro rumbled. He grabbed Saber's rump with both of his wingpaws and guided Saber down on his entirety. He thrust upward into him repeatedly as the half-drake continued his orgasm, warm cum spurting from his tip and oozing down Verro's scales. Saber's face was hot, his cheeks burning with lustful desire as he was lost in pleasure.

Saber slowly came down from his climax and gasped for breath, letting out small grunts and moans as the wyvern thrust into his sensitive passage. He relaxed and held Verro closely so he could easily slip inside his stretched tailhole. Most of his senses returned to him after another minute or so, and Verro was still thrusting away.

"K-Keep going... That's it... Ooohh," Saber moaned and rubbed Verro's broad chest with his handpaws while encouraging him to finish. The wyvern's muzzle was scrunched with pleasure as he growled and pulled Saber's rump down on his flesh each time he pushed in. His tail thumped on the ground as more moans escaped his maw.

"I'm... I'm cumming!" Verro let out a roar and forced Saber to take his bulge as it squeezed inside him. Saber gasped and winced as Verro pushed deeper and stretched him wide--it almost felt like too much--and then he felt warmth spilling into his rump with the throbs of his thick member. He bucked his hips and wrapped his wings around Saber tightly, holding him down as he claimed his rider. Saber's muscles clenched around his wyvern's cock and ached due to the girth.

"Aaahhh, Verro... Aaaaahhh!" Saber groaned and loved every delightful second of feeling his drake cumming deep inside him, spurting thick ropes of his gooey seed deep in his eager rump. Verro's longest orgasms were always when he managed to fit his knot-like base inside Saber, and this one was no exception. After a long moment, Verro's moan-growls turned into rumbling-growls while his body was almost limp, his grip loose around Saber. Saber wasn't sure when he actually stopped cumming, but he felt quite full of wyvern seed.

For the next few moments, they relaxed together to catch their breaths and relish in the wonderful sensations tingling in their dull minds. Saber's flesh softened and drooped out of his slit, resting on Verro's scales, where there was a mess of his sticky seed. Verro showed no sign of his knot softening, so his cock was still buried in Saber's rump. It normally took a few minutes after for them to separate.

"That was pretty romantic," Saber admitted. "I uhm... really liked kissing you."

Verro chuckled and pulled Saber close as he leaned forward and tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips to the half-dragon's. It caught Saber by surprise and he blushed at his cheeks as he touched Verro's cheek and kissed him back. His other hand rubbed Verro's chest while he leaned forward against his wyvern and pressed their bodies together, still tied at the hips. Slowly, Verro's flesh slipped out of him while they kissed, and his warm seed oozed out of Saber's stretched tailhole.

When they pulled away, Verro said, "And I enjoy kissing you, too." A loving smile curled his lips as he looked into Saber's eyes.

Saber smiled shyly at him and kneaded into his chest. "I... I love you."

Verro rumbled and squeezed Saber's body. "I love you too."

It wasn't the first time they had said that to each other, but it had never been in this context. There was a deeper meaning behind those words this time, and they both understood that. If they had been born the same species, Saber would have already considered them mates, but with Verro being a feral, he hadn't thought of it like that. Right here and now, wrapped in his wings after they shared pleasure together, he felt like Verro was and always had been his mate. He hoped Verro felt the same way, but he never said anything. Maybe someday they could proudly call themselves mates, but Saber wasn't sure if that would ever happen because of their differences.

"We should probably get cleaned up," Saber said.

Verro purred as he relaxed. "Let's just stay like this for the night. We can do that tomorrow."

Saber blushed as he thought about all the cum inside him still leaking out, but he agreed and relaxed with his wyvern, resting against his underbelly as they cuddled under the stars. He closed his eyes and felt himself slipping away into a dream, his mind just as calm as his body.

By midnight the next day, they arrived at a large town called Yura between the eastern side of the desert and the western forests, close to the heart of Raldur. Yura was a half-dragon town, where most of its citizens were of Saber's kin. The streets were almost empty, save for a few stragglers like Saber and Verro.

It had been a long time since they had come back here, but not much had changed. Warm air blew in from the east, and there was dust littering the dirt streets. Climbing up a small hill, they saw the sign for the inn.

"I'm exhausted," Verro said. He was dragging himself along, tail trailing behind him in the dirt. After flying almost all day while carrying Saber and their belongings, he had spent all the energy he had left.

Saber stroked his muzzle. "We can rest now. Let's go get a room and enjoy civilization for a while."

Verro squeezed inside after Saber, and they found that the inn was more like a tavern. There were tables with people sitting at them, beers and ales in their mugs. Several eyes stared up at them curiously.

"Hey, he can't be in here," the barkeep said, pointing at Verro. "Take 'im outside."

Saber bared a friendly smile and approached the bar. "We'd just like to get a room together for the night. He won't be any trouble."

The black-scaled half-dragon frowned and shook his head. "We don't let ferals inside. There's a stable 'round back."

Saber reached into his bag and took out a gold coin. "Just for tonight."

He didn't show much of a reaction--that coin was worth at least a week's stay plus food--but he took it anyway and slipped it into his pocket. "No trouble then, right? Take the one upstairs and second on the right."

"Thank you," Saber said and motioned for Verro to follow him. He felt uneasy about the looks he was given, but Verro didn't seem to mind at all. He smiled and carefully slipped between the tables, making sure his tail didn't hit anything.

The room wasn't very big, but that just meant they could be closer. Saber smiled and took off Verro's saddle and bags and set them aside. The wyvern lazily flopped onto the bed, which was just barely big enough to fit him, and curled up with a yawn. Saber grinned and undressed, setting his clothes on the table neatly, taking off everything but his underwear.

"All the waaaay," Verro cooed, watching Saber with half-closed eyes.

"You're so tired and you still insist," Saber mused. He grinned and dropped his underwear to his ankles, exposing himself to his wyvern. Verro opened a wing and let the half-dragon settle in beside him. It closed around him like a blanket.

Saber relaxed and closed his eyes, listening to Verro's purrs and deep, steady breathing. Calmness fell over him.

But just before he could fall asleep, three knocks banged against their door. Saber's eyes shot open and Verro woke with an agitated grumble.

"Who could possibly be disturbing my rest," he mumbled and let Saber go, who rushed to slip on his clothes. But before he could put anything on except his underwear, the door swung open and revealed a gray dragoness wearing hooded, black clothing, with bladed weapons hiding under her cloak; had he not recognized her, he would have assumed she was an assassin come to kill him.

"Spirits, Aislin," Saber exhaled and hurried to pull up his pants. He was embarrassed enough with her catching him in his underwear, but he was glad she didn't see him naked. "What are you doing here?"

Her eyes followed up from his footpaws to his head, then to Verro lying on the bed, giving them a suspicious look. "I have need of you, Weaponmaster."

A blush heated his cheeks as he realized it was obvious that he and Verro were sleeping together, and he hoped it wouldn't raise any questions. The wyvern griped with the snort and a groan and tried to return to sleep.

"Right now? Really? This couldn't have waited until tomorrow?" Aislin was a member of Raldur's elite guerilla soldiers. She often led small raids on opposing clans and had a reputation for being an excellent fighter. But anytime Saber saw her, she either wanted his sword or his sword, so it was a rather unpleasant surprise.

She stepped further into their room and shook her head. "I was surprised to find you here so soon, but I've been looking for you. I had to catch you before you left. You tend to... disappear, sometimes." A friendly smile stretched her lips while she eyed him with a seductive look. Two beautiful, verdant eyes explored his bare scales that she rarely had the chance to see.

"I didn't realize you slept in the nude with your wyvern."

Heat flushed Saber's face and he took a step back as she came too close. It didn't help that he was half-dressed. "I-I... he d-doesn't like my clothes b-because they get caught in his scales," he stammered and explained. Aislin didn't know that Verro could speak or how close he was to Saber. To her, she thought he was just Saber's mount, and he would like to keep it that way.

"What do you want?" he asked, edging backwards.

She purred at the thought of him naked and giggled. "I want you to join me for my next mission. You and Verro would be a valuable asset toward the success of this raid, and it's an important one--straight from the king himself."

"What's in it for us?" He wished he could grab his tunic and put it on so he didn't feel so naked in front of her, but at this point the idea was moot.

"Not only my gratitude and anything you desire, but I will split my commission with you." She swished her tail and walked Saber into the dresser behind him. Saber shivered as she touched his bare chest; she was too close for comfort. Her hand trailed down to his stomach along with her eyes before Saber gently moved it away.

"And I mean _anything_you desire," she finished, smirking.

"H-How much is the commission?" Saber asked, trying not to appear as flustered as he felt. Aislin knew she could get away with a lot of things, so she always pushed him in spite of his resistance. She was beautiful and alluring, as a female would be; sometimes, it was hard for him to resist his natural instincts.

"You would get fifty gold coins," she answered and started walking away, much to Saber's relief. "And I do believe that there is an enchanted shield in the mix, if you'd like to add to your collection."

Saber looked to Verro, but he was already asleep. Fifty-gold coins would last them several months as far as supplies went, though with their frivolous spending, he estimated about three. "I'll think about it..."

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision," she cooed and shut the door behind her. "Sweet dreams."

Saber sighed with relief and barred their door with a small, wooden plank to lock it in place and prevent any more unwanted intrusions.

I should have locked the door to begin with...

Saber took off his clothes again and crawled under Verro's wing. The wyvern purred deeply and sleepily pulled Saber against him. Warm thoughts relaxed his mind again as he lay against Verro. It was harder to find sleep this time now that he was thinking about another mission, but he was tired enough that it didn't take long for him to slip away into a dream.