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Prologue

In a country far to the north, a war as old as time raged. This enigmatic figure that arouse from the south. A sorcerer of such magnitude and terror, that armies are forced to his will. Though most are merely conscripted to his war in a typical empire's bureaucracy, others are marked. These marked are disfigured and removed from normal society, the dominator changing them utterly and completely. They now walk amongst the mortal plain as creatures not all human and are used as the dominator's most lethal and controlled of soldiers. These marked cursed ones lose their humanity, their names, and their freedom. Now in the dominator's army they are gathered into strike teams. With most of the north conquered, a city to the east catches the dominator's gaze...

Book of the Bone Warrior

Chapter one: Meeting Flint and Steel

The road to Frostburg was a rather long one. We were still leagues away from the target. The mission still unknown to the group. The lieutenant probably knew, but of course neglected to tell the rest of us. I'm writing now due to our scribe dying in our last campaign that took another free city in the north. This was an easy decision by our fearless feline lieutenant, being the only other literate member in the team had so many wonderous perks. I got to read signs for my companions, calculate their bar tab, and of course write these journals for "posterity".

We had a few more towns to go through before our goal of this campaign could be reached. The closest major city was Loreds. I was here in a small hamlet just outside the city perimeter. My current assignment was to supervise, or babysit, our two youngest members Flint and Steel. We recently acquired these two drakes from our overlord. They were younger, most likely still in their teens, but they showed an astute understanding of blacksmithing and enchanting. Before we head off to the main mission, we were allotted time for these two to forge some weapons and acclimate to their new bodies.

It takes some time to get used to your identity and form completely taken from you. It took some time for myself to overcome being this bestial wolf man. But that was a time ago, and I was thrust into the fire quickly after my marking. I was lucky and didn't break like most, often the marked are no more than the animals they are turned into. These two are perhaps too skilled to let break, I only hope they aren't fragile, of mind that is. They are actually hulks, and the most difficult to hide in public. They reach close to seven feet tall, horns notwithstanding, and are heavily muscled from head to toe. Thought Flint nor Steel talk about it, I'm sure they are related somehow. Even marked they are almost identical save that one is charcoal grey and the other silver.

The walls in my hut reverberated with the noises and banging of the drakes. It was hard to keep writing in my records with those two right now, the desk is prone to random shaking throwing my writing off. Those two have no idea how hard it is to write with a quill and if they spill my ink well one more time, I swear ill tan their hides and turn them into new boots.

The marking can change people in many ways, but in short they become more of an animal, and with that animalistic needs. This part was perhaps a sick joke by the dominator, or a natural side effect of increased physical prowess, but a marked's libido is also "enhanced". Part of the acclimation period seems to be more of a honeymoon for those two. After only a few hours arriving here they went at it and broke two beds. It's been three days and in-between work all they do is bed wrestle. They and their room stink of sweat, musk, and cum. I hope they really do get this out of their system. On the road there won't be much time for such frivolities. It isn't so strange that these two were in bed with each other, it's hard to find anyone who would mate with the marked. Even in the big cities it's hard to find whores willing to accommodate our strangeness.

I couldn't take it much longer, between the smell, noise, and almost loosing another inkwell I barged into their room. Flint was holding Steel against the wall and ramming himself deep, each thrust creating a visible outline in Steel's stomach and dripping copious amounts of natural fluid onto the floor. They both lucked out by being rather endowed drakes, and unlike some of the other drakes I've seen, they didn't get sheaths. It was rather evident as Flint's balls swayed heavily in the air as he pummeled Steel's ass. I walked right up to the muscled drake and grabbed him by the horns on his head. With all the strength I could muster I pulled Flint back and slammed him against the floor. Apparently if I was more patient I could have avoided his climax that shot up as he was forcibly pulled out. His fire hose of a cock proceed to shoot everywhere and landing a rather significant amount on across my muzzle.

I fumed as his hot cum dripped off my face. I was just shy of finding a spell to make them impotent. "clean up, and finish, my GOD, DAMNED, WEAPONS." They both looked down sheepishly, neither responding. I could tell, even if they were hiding their eyes. They were laughing at my stained muzzle. I would laughed too, but I was frustrated and refused to give them the satisfaction. I was stubborn that way.

Needing to wash up, I went to the spring not far from the hamlet in the woods. Those two idiots better have finished the gear before we leave. It was dusk now, but I expected them to work into most of the night. Time was running short. The lieutenant would be back at the end of the week. The springs here were small, and visited rarely by the locals. I counted myself fortunate I was alone here, I had no desire to talk to anyone right now. Disrobing at the spring I quickly washed up to remove the musky smell of drake jizz from my fur. I feared if I stayed in the same building as those too any longer I would never get the stink out.

As I soaked in the spring, I enjoyed the setting sun and cool air. It was fall here and the bitter winter winds started to greet the lands. Reaching into my satchel I grabbed a bottle of my favorite hobby. Even with all the travel I do, I still manage to brew beer. This concoction was a sour red ale, both my body and remnants of my soul needed this. The red tinted fluid slid down my parched throat, and gave a sense of warmth in my belly. I sank further into the spring, nearly fully submerged.

I'm always nervous before a mission, but those damn horny lizards were only making things worse. Steam rose gently from the springs as I drank deep of my brew. Relaxion cascading over me...

I awoke later, the moon high up, and the shadow of night embracing the forest. To my dismay the bottle was empty, I washed it out and returned it to my satchel. While drying my fur some I stretched to finish off any remaining stress and soreness. The moonlight shown off my naked body, the dampness giving it a glistening property. My muscles were fit, not overly done, more a soldierly conservative and certainly battle hardened. Even my height was conservative, I was average for this population, just shy of six foot. Perhaps the only thing I could boast about was my skills as a healer, my stubbornness, and my well, other natural physical properties. I tried my best to ignore them as I stretched, they swayed and threw their heft around, pent up cum churning in them. Even after bathing, the smell of those two lingered in the air, giving me a twitch in my sheath and a need to empty my orbs into something. Just being around so much sex has my own drive flaring right now. My hand ran through my red pubic fur, giving myself a good squeeze. A dollop of pre dropped from my exposed tip. I growled in frustration, I didn't want to get off out here, there could be watchers, and more importantly I didn't have the time, it was already late.

I threw on my small cloths, but elected store my cloths in my satchel. The air passed through my fur as I broke into a jog. It was just me and the forest for the time being, I lost myself in the movement, the simplicity of nature and being. In no time at all I found myself outside my bands hut. From where I was standing, the area used to be a pasture, turned into town when the ground grew infertile. Next to the hut was the barn, I could hear the sounds of smithing. Walking into the barn, I clearly didn't get the message, I was far too overdressed in only my loincloth. It would seem being drakes meant fire really didn't bother them. Flint was forging new weapons while Steel was carving runes into them and enhancing. I was happy they listened, though it was obvious they went a few more rounds while I was gone. Steel was seated, but Flint was standing facing me, he flaccid cock hung low and dripped cum still. I swear they should have been made bunnies not drakes.

Not wanting to ruin their actual work time, I returned to the hut. My motivation for writing was worn out today, I found my bed and quickly fell asleep, savoring the feeling of an actual bed however humbly it was crafted. I will miss it in the coming months...

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The waiting was almost over, tomorrow the lieutenant will get here with our last addition to the band and supplies for the mission. The day after we make out way to Frostburg. I spent the day packing my things, I hoped I would at least get a second horse for all this. Traveling light would severely handicap my stock. I don't know how they expect me to keep patching them up with good intentions and a gratuitous amount of cursing. It would be a lot easier if I didn't focus on keeping them alive, I could just bring them back as zombies. It was my more necromantic talents that got me enough attention to get marked. These days necromancy is rather scarce, something about seeing dead people upsets the general population. Every time I mention it, someone complains about not wanting to have themselves on the edge of the abyss and life for as long as I live, or me talking about raising the dead pokes a hole in their afterlife schemes, so I carry on with this mundane healing art.

Around noon I found the drakes, they managed to make a practice yard to test their newly created gear. They at least had the decency to have loin cloths on outdoors, slowly we are adding cloths to these difficult creatures. The sun shone high as Flint and Steel examined their handy work. Flint cut through logs like a knife though hot butter with his swords. Steel was testing the few bows against a tree. The arrows found themselves shooting through the oak and landing into a few other trees farther back. They were almost professionals, except for the bickering back and forth saying who did the best job. I felt younger around these two, I wasn't old by any means. In actuality I was in my early twenties the exact day unknown, I could no longer remember my birthday. But this job takes its toll and it added the years, maybe not in my body, but in my mind's eye.

I found an oak out of range from Steel's arrows and sat down to meditate. Whilst they sharpen their skills, I must sharpen my mind. Sitting in the shadow of the oak, I reached down into the earth with my mind. The root of my power is the essence that resides around us. It's what helps me see past the veil and pull things from the abyss. Necromancy isn't a dark art by any means, it's just the edge of the coin of life and death. It can be tricky standing on that coin's edge, but with will I can manage it. I could feel the life of this hamlet. The natives on the far side running about their daily lives, oblivious to the changing world. Their only concern the harvest. In front of me I felt my two companions, full of life, vigor, they shone the brightest of the region, I envied them.

A devilish idea struck me, these two haven't been tested for combat. I reached out into the veil and found a few lingering spirits. With my will I compelled them, a spiritual kick in the ass to get the spooks moving. Out of the earth they rose, five clay golems. Flint and Steel were startled as they were surrounded, an amused look was sent my way. It soon to turned worry as my minions punched Flint square in the gut, knocking him back several feet.

Quickly Steel let loose a few shafts from his bow. The arrows struck a golem, only to get stuck in its wet clay. I stretched my legs out and leaned against the tree enjoying my handy work. I grabbed a beer from my satchel and wished I had some food on hand. Steel danced around two golems that were too slow to land a hit. Flint was given no respite as he was held down by two of the golems, a third repeatedly striking his chest. He was a resilient drake, but the blows started to take their toll. His struggling turned to thrashing about, his tail whipping wildly, fire bellowing from his lips. The fire eventually engulf the antagonizing golem, hardening the clay, slowing it down.

Seeing it, Steel shot an arrow over to the burnt golem, causing it to shatter and collapse on itself. Exploiting the golems weakness, Flint went about scorching these clay automatons and Steel finished them off with a flurry of arrows. The fight was over quickly and left one drake glaring and the other smiling a shit eating grin. Even after a beating Flint was as chipper as ever, though seeing their skills just created more work. I needed to lay Flint down and do a quick recovery, can't have him all sore and slowing us down.

The spring worked well for me, if I gave it a magic pick me up then everyone will be right as rain for the journey ahead. I grabbed a few things and beckoned my lizards along. As we walked Flint was boasting about his quick thinking, Steel punched him in a massive bruise trying to get him to rethink who was the victor here. The grey drake yipped and complained.

At the spring, the sun was waning into dusk. The water rolled steam into the air to be carried off by the cooling breeze. It was still a beautiful and the gods willing, travel will be this nice. Kneeling down next to the water, I pulled out some potions and herbs. With a little will power and dramatic chanting for show, because showmanship means everything, the spring developed a glow of soft white light.

The drakes were no stranger to sorcery, but all they knew about was hexes and curses. To them I probably seemed more like a demented witch doctor. It was evident by their hesitation to go in, and the muttering that went back and forth. "Instead of soldiers, I got scared geckos." They took exception to that. Even in their whining and arguing they wouldn't step into the altered spring. Instead of fueling their delusions, I stripped and walked in. maybe being the test subject for them will shut them up. I could feel their gaze as I slipped in, and it was most certainly at my hips. Even after the beating they received earlier, all they think about is sex, horny lizards.

Now seeing the pool won't make them die a slow and agonizing death, they removed their meager loin cloths. Their balls hung low and heavy below their flaccid lengths, swinging slightly as they entered the spring. Relief and comfort washed over them as they enjoyed the warm waters. Flint was already recovering at an amazing rate. I felt the effects of the water too, but they soaked up the energy. Knowing my mojo was working, I closed my eyes and enjoyed my rejuvenation.

A side effect I didn't anticipate started to build. I added a little too much vigor. I imagined Flint was more hurt than he really was. All the energy they built up, went into their hormones.

My eyes opened and focus went to my drakes. They were grappling in the spring. Both standing and locked hand to hand fighting for dominance. the water only reaching their hips left their assets to a very clear view, especially with their raging hard ons sticking out of the water. I never really examined their manhood before, I'm a healer not a physician, I don't do physicals. Both of them were impressive, though close together now I could see some subtle differences. Flint was the stronger of the two and was slightly larger. His drakehood was still large to the average man, but compared to Steel it was shorter. though he was much thicker in the girth department. Both drakes had fat mushroom tips when the foreskin was peeled back and what looked like smooth ribs along their lengths.

Their struggle continued on, neither wanting to submit, a desperate need to fill a hole raged within them. Flint had Steel forced to the edge of the water, pushing his groin against the other drake, the pre dripping from one tool to the other. Flint lowered his hips and pushed them back in preparation for penetration, but Steel took advantage of the given space slipping Flint's hold. Next thing Fling knew he was pressed against the edge of the spring with Steel ramming his longer rod into his hole.

They must have worked out a system, because Flint accepted his defeat and moved his tail for easier access. The long rod went in with relative ease more evidence that switching was a regular affair for the two. Steel had no issues slipping his length deeper into Flint. The charcoal drake grunted and started to push his hips back against the silvery hips. Between the water and their hard contact, the air was filled with swishes, slurps, and slaps.

I continued to sit in the water as these two continued their fuckery. Steel's relentless pounding left Flint only able to hold the side of the spring least he fall over. It wasn't a brutal event, but all I saw was animalistic need. Even the way he went about the ordeal, it was simple, to the point trying to satiate his need to fill a hole. Watching the two started to get to me, I don't know if it was the fact two good looking studs were nailing around me all the time, the smell of sex in the air, or the fact I haven't gotten off in a while. I wadded over and waited for the nod of approval from Flint. Once he figured out what I wanted to do he nodded vigorously. I sunk lower into the water and positioned my head on his tip. I went to work using my long tongue to work his sensitive head. Pre was leaking before I got there, but as soon as I touch his glands, his balls went into overdrive. His taste was earthy, metallic, and strangely addictive as it ran across my tongue. Venturing down his length with my maw, my paw rolled his balls feeling their heft and fullness. Their mass was so much I could hold only one orb at a time in my paw, the attention causing him to whine.

Steel carried on his mission probably oblivious to me servicing Flint. At this point his thrusts were erratic and his head held high absorbed in euphoria. One of his erratic thrusts struck home on Flint making him grunt more of a relief and to cum immediately into my mouth. It was a veritable flood gate, but I kept my maw closed tightly around his tool and swallowed as quickly as I could. The flavor was much like the pre, only thicker and giving a pleasant full feeling. What I really noticed was that it was much warmer than expected, like a hot cup of tea that hasn't cooled yet, but not quite scalding. In the middle of Flints orgasm, Steel let loose his draconic roar emptying himself into the charcoal ass before him. I took my other hand and massaged Steel's balls coaxing as much of his virulent fluid out. Towards the end of each of their orgasms, I gave them a healthy squeeze getting every drop I could out.

Flint's flood subsided and I finished cleaning his tool, giving his overstimulated head a finishing lick as I lifted off. His eyes had trouble focusing as I let off, his release flooding him with euphoria, and his other drake flooding him with seed. I moved off to the side away from the grey hips I previously buried my face. I licked my lips greedily getting any remnants of cum lapped up. Content with my work I continued to lean on the side of the spring and relax. Both drakes held still for a moment, catching their breath and riding the afterglow. After a few minutes Steel pulled his softening length from Flints ass, a copious amount of cum running into the water. I wondered if how long my spring of vigor will last, and a funny though pooped into my head as wisps of cum swirled around the drakes. How long will my magic keep their seed potent. I may have inadvertently created a fertility spring with these two. If we every head back this way those two could be daddy drakes to a whole village and not even know it.

Lost in my thoughts I neglected to notice both drakes kneeling next to me in the water. I snapped back to when the lifted my hips out of the water and exposed my maroon cock to the brisk air. My wolfhood stood at an average length with a notable girth around most of it. What had those two staring was the massive knot at my base, which was almost the size of a fist. The whole ordeal here had me at full mast and my knot completely swollen. Accompanying my red spear was an impressive set of fuzzy balls. I may have been smaller in stature to these two, but I guarantee I will come more than both of them. Only one other guy I know can match me, and luckily he will be in out band soon if he was the one the lieutenant went to go get.

Flint went to work on my pointed tip sending shivers down my cock. His long almost snakelike tongue wrapped around more of my length as he engulfed my tool. Pre dripped from his lips as I produced so much he couldn't swallow in time. Steel on the other hand lifted me up higher and worked on teasing my balls, lapping them with his tongue and trying to fit one orb into his maw. Failing at that he went right to my hole sneaking his tongue inside. There he worked the muscles relaxing them more than the spring ever could. All their sensations for overwhelming for me, I need to cum bad and now. But my anatomy was intently focused on me using my knot and poor Flint couldn't get his lips around it. I tried to reach for it and he batted my hand away, apparently waning to be the reason I cum. Together they continued to work and hold me on the edge, my hips starting to buck and my control slipping.

Finally they decided to step it up a notch in an attempt to finish me off. We worked it out to where I was sitting on the water's edge with my legs out for Steel to access my tail hole and Flint was squatting above me ready to take my length. His drakehood was hard against and inches from my muzzle, I knew they were helping me out, but I reached out and gave his fat tip a lick catching some pre. Flint started to lower himself, his hole still dripped some of Steel's cum and it landed on my tool. It was still incredibly warm and felt great as the air got colder. Being well lubed Flint had no issue impaling himself with my maroon cock, his charcoal rump resting against that massive lump if flesh I call a knot.

His hole was already tightening up from Steel's pounding, but it was incredibly warm like his fluids were. I'm certain now that they are not cold blooded creature. The sensation was wonderful and I just laid back and let the stud use my cock. He worked a slow rhythm, sliding up and down. Steels cum leaked even more as I introduced pre to Flints ass. Flints own length started to drip onto my chest and he rode the wolf.

Steel was hard again and thoroughly prepped my tail hole for action. His foreskin was behind his giant mushroom and aimed right for home. Before he entered, I reached over and coated his paw with the mix of fluids Flint and I had on my spear, using it as a lubricant for my relatively unused behind. Now confident it would fit, he slid his way in. Steel was more gentle to me than his possible relative here, but I gave little resistance to the well lubed cock making its way inside me. Steel had to move Flints tail onto his shoulder to avoid getting hit as the grey drake speed up his pace, ramming himself harder and harder in an attempt to take my knot. Each of Steel's thrusts into me rubbed against my prostate sending seldom seen sensation through my body. I was so stimulated from these two I couldn't speak, groan, or whine. i could barely breath.

Finally and with an audible pop, my knot forced its way into Flint, causing him to yelp out of the sodden shock. Along with his cry out, he came a second time, and the second time this week he sprayed cum all over my face, each shot smacking me in the muzzle or cheeks. I cared little at the time, I was finally knot deep and it had been awhile since I could say that. My balls raced to get closer to my cock as I let lose a howl and all my pent up seed. It was almost audible over my cry, the churning and pumping of my cum into Flint's eager passage. With my knot sealing us tightly together, not a single drop leaked out. Flint's orgasm waned long before I even reached my half waypoint. Minuets flew by as my cum factories continued to push more wolf cum into the drake.

Steel was coaxed into orgasm as mine continued forth. My walls massaging and milking his long draconic dick. Both drakes had a stupid grin on their face as cum rushed out and into everyone. Finally after what seemed an eternity my orgasmed subsided into a slow dibble. The drake sitting on my hips had a small belly pushing out his stomach, six pack now hidden by the deposit of cum. Steel rubbed it gently loving the sight of his companion being so full. I was still ridding the afterglow and wanted nothing more than to soak in the spring letting my knot deflate, and maybe get some of the cum off my face again before it dries.

Flint and I fumbled from the water's edge to being submerged again in the spring. He tried to pull off, but the knot held firm and his struggle forced a surge of blood into my cock again shooting another shot of cum into him.

So we sat in the water, and talked for hours as the moon rose. Turns out they were brothers, non-identical twins even, though that is all they could remember. Like all who get marked, your former life gets erased, leaving only this soldier to carry out orders. We still feel, we still live, but now we only have each other.