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Memoirs of Dragora

By Arogard

Chapter 3: The fires of passion and war

They had reached the end of the forest and the beginning of the desert, Slypnir driving, Dragora resting, and Zerion looking after Dragora. The amount of spells Dragora used in that one area took a heavy toll on his energy and astonished Slypnir with his sudden masteries of the schools, yet he had never seen Dragora cast a spell in his life which perplexed him to the point of cluelessness. As they traversed into the vast plain of cracked dirt and sand along that one, lonely road, the sounds of battle became evermore clear on the horizon and they pulled into a deserted town to rest for the believed inevitable clash ahead.

"Okay Zerion's out getting the supplies to inhabit this oasis of shadow, now tell more what the dreams were like." insisted Slypnir, curious about Dragora's "visions" of using the element before the sudden mastery of it.

"What more is there to say? there's a mysterious old man talking and strange sensations in first one, and my own frustration creating the sensations in the other one..." Dragora replied, knowing that much information wouldn't quench Slypnir's curiosity.

"I've read this in multiple ancient texts before, but the stories were often tied to tales of doom and near-world destruction, and the voice you speak of called himself "the seer" to the others." Slypnir alleged, recalling the stories of the ancients.

"But would that have to do with me? I just wanted to go see the world, not be the doom or whatever of it..." Dragora cried out, realizing he was tied to something much darker in stature.

"I'm not saying it's evil, that's just what they were tied to, it goes both ways with the characters in the stories." Slypnir quickly stated seeing that he made it sound like Dragora was the one who would cause it.

"Okay, so how will I know which way I go?" Asked Dragora, concerned now how his hand would be played in this gamble of the world.

"Well it's not exactly clear, nothing in the texts suggested about them knowing which part the played..." Slypnir said before being interrupted by Zerion coming back with a backpack full of supplies.

"This should hold us over for 2 days' time, and I've got the caravan safely hidden." Zerion cheered, coming in refreshed.

"Then let's relax, shall we?" Slypnir sighed, taking off his heavy travelling alchemical gear and to their surprise, he wore 4 layers of clothing from jacket, coat, casual town-wear, to his sleeping wear and started roaming about, looking for a comfortable room.

"Seems fine to me." said Dragora, already stripping down to his tightly wrapped loincloth and going up stairs to the room that had a window, in which attracted Zerion's attention, who had already taken off his armor and town-wear and was in his skivvies who was now following Dragora curiously.

"Hey, I found the tavern master's room, we could... where you guys go? ah well probably in the upper rooms." Slypnir shrugged as went went back into the large, still decorated room.

As Zerion walked into the room, he saw Dragora, already fully relaxed on the bed, nude and what seemed to be aroused at the sight of his muscular, large companion, following to his room.

"Come, why don't you make yourself a little more comfortable and relax..." He said seductively to his ever-so-close friend, who had just realized they shared the same fiery passion that was forbidden in their normal society.

Zerion slid over to his new partner, slowly sliding off his loincloth, revealing his penis, fully erect and pulsating with eagerness from the lack of pleasure. As soon as that loincloth dropped, Dragora instantly became even more sensual, never having mated before and was now teasing his mate his his tail and slightly playing with himself, tracing his finger down his waist down between his thighs, rubbing the very area, that sensitive area, that he took so much pleasure in. This made Zerion quicken his pace with eagerness, nothing turning him on more than a lithe, submissive draconian, playing with himself, eager to be filled with the essence of another male. While Dragora who had always craved the muscular, dominant, who was willing to give what he craved to be in him, was right before him, providing what he always fantasized about. Dragora made way for the well-built, strapping lizard as he laid on the bed, ready to be mounted. A minute earlier, before he got comfortable, he found a small glass bottle of oil behind the bed in which he used to lather himself, and the throbbing mass of of manhood before him as Zerion breathed out a pleasured groan to the contact. Finished fingering himself with the lubricant, Dragora, ever passionate, mounted his burly friend, guiding his mate to dock into him, and then put his legs forward to deeply mount his lover. As he leaned forward, he lifted his tail around and found the lizardman's pleasuring haven. They could both see the strain in the other's face trying not to give in, and they both began to move faster and faster, with Zerion thrusting that much deeper into penetrating Dragora's prostate, causing him to sigh in ecstacy and making his tail flutter inside his mate, making him go faster. As they began to reached their climax, Dragora tightened and tensed him self to hold in Zerion's seed, harder and faster, pulsing and pulling, until Dragora couldn't hold his mate any longer. Zerion felt this release and instantly felt his love-juices rush up and out, sputtering and squirting into his lover, driving Dragora over his limit, causing him to lose control and leak all over the flexing and and tensing chest and abdomen of the man who penetrated his pleasure's point of entry so deeply. They lay their for a while, tasting the other's seed and laying in it together relaxing and sharing a long, ardent kiss, mixing each other's love result on their lengthy tongues.

"Mhm, better than I could have ever imagined, I can go again..." Dragora whispered in to Zerion's ear as he felt the lengthy cock still inside tensing up again.

"Unh, so tight, so turned on...!" Zerion exhaled noisily as he began thrusting into the wet entrance again. This time, the slurping and squishing of the leftover juice aiding the sliding length of man-meat into the euphoric sensation of his blissful companion, who was freely releasing his juice as he felt it charge through his shaft onto the slippery underbelly of his thrusting companion. To add to the pure acid of the time, Zerion began wrapping his mouth around his partner's cock, causing him to leak more and thrust his tail all he could into this brilliant master of his pleasure, and with this feeling thrust as deep as he could, causing them both to climax and pass out from exhaustion and pure pleasure.

Early that morning, not long after they passed out, Slypnir woke and decided to help himself to some of the foodstuffs in the large knapsack of supplies. After he ate until he was satiated, he decided to check on his travelling partners. He walked upstairs and checked all the rooms to find none of them present, until he reached the last room with the window, in which he opened the door, closed it, looked down and saw himself filling his crotch with his never-touched seed and went down to the kitchen to clean himself off and fetch a bucket of water for his friends that were now lovers of a passion that he envied.

"Hey, you awake dear?" Zerion asked his passion-sharee, finding he was still mounted and jizzed at the site of his fantasy come true, and then looked over and to his surprise, seeing a bucket of water on the side of the bed.

"Hmmm, that depends on if your done?" Dragora said playfully, grunting in satisfaction of being filled with more seed. As he looked down, he saw that his stomach was slightly bloated from the amount of love juice that entered him. As he dismounted, he felt a small stream escape his white-stained lower body, and came at the site of it, covering his lover's neck and got out of bed.

"oops..." Dragora sighed pleasurably.

"here, let's use this water to wash up..." motioned Zerion as Dragora just spotted the bucket. First, Dragora cleaned off his mate, softly rubbing off the cum all over his underbelly, cleaning between the scales and grooves and gently fingering him where a little bit slipped in. Zerion gasped in pleasure at the feeling and got up to do his cleaner. He started with kneeling down, gently squeezing his seed-holders stomach, watching it leak faster onto the floor and occasionally tasting himself as Dragora strained to compose himself. Then he worked up slowly, but surely up the legs, around the thighs, deeply fingering his passionate fantasy, then working up and washing off Dragora's stomach, stained from laying on top of him, licking between the scales to the ehxalted delight of them both. When they were clean, they put on their loin cloths, smiling at each other in satisfaction and went down stairs, hand-in-hand.

"You guys want breakfast? I woke up earlier and already ate what I could." asked Slypnir setting up before they replied.

"Sure, What did you make?" Zerion replied spontaniously.

"Nah, I'm not hungry." Dragora said patting his still-full stomach.

"I made bacon, jerky, and chowder." Slypnir Proudly stated.

"All my favorites, you never cease to amaze me how well you know my appetite!" Zerion cheered lifting taking a plate of everything.

While Zerion was eating, they suddenly felt a tremor. They ran outside, Zerion still having plate in hand, and they witnessed a dark army, marching swiftly in and picking up speed toward the sound of war off in the distance. When they witnessed this, they ran immediately back inside putting their clothes back on, fearful of the thought of part of the army turning their attention toward the abandoned tavern. Dragora quickly ran to put the rest of his clothes on, while Zerion put on his armor and finished his meal, and Slypnir quickly scouted the tavern for escape points in case they got overrun. When Dragora came back and Slypnir running down the stairs they peered outside and saw the remainder of the army suddenly take a turn off into the unmarked desert. Dragora caught a glimpse of one of the stragglers and saw a shadow that looked creepily familiar to him. After the massive army disappeared into the distance, they began packing up immediately to follow the larger part of the army, fearing that they might flank the Skrith and Scathen feud and cause disastrous blows to both families.