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Drake dreamed about the soft grass of his hometown prickling his skin. He had lain upon it many times during the summer and fondly he remembered the clouds in the azure sky floating lazily over him, occasionally creating breaks in the sun's rays. The smell of hay would dance joyfully in the summer breeze, as the farmers started to harvest the crops. He inhaled, but strangely the air had deep moisture to it. With his awareness of the falseness of the dream, the calm and serene landscape began to lose its vividness, as if being slowly erased from his mind. The rolling hills began to flatten and the blue sky grayed slowly...

Drake's eyes opened, his mind focused on the dream, longing to return to the paradise. His hopes, perhaps even the hopes of his people, had died when he was cast down to this hell. Chasing the thought out of his mind, he realized Solthas had left. Although his backpack was present, he apparently went for a walk. Drake found his clothing quickly and packed up to follow him, which wasn't hard considering the distinct footprints that marked his trail. The trail descended down back to the main path, and abruptly curved off into a nearby forest. Drake dreaded the thought of traveling through the forest alone; its twisted trees seemed to reach out for him in a threatening manner making it all the more foreboding.

The forest became noticeably colder and a suffocating silence fell upon it. No animal stirred within its boundary except for Drake whose feet were cracking the dead sticks. The black twisted trees began to distort even more in Drake's mind, creating the image of movement as he followed Solthas's tracks. The gap between each step had widened meaning that Solthas had been in a sprint at this point, but it was getting harder to track him. Crack! , a loud snap pierced the dead silence of the forest, and brought Drake to a halt. Crack! Crack! The sticks in the distance began to crack faster and louder. Drake kneeled and caught a glimpse of something made of nightmares in the distance. Its black fetid flesh fell from its shoulder as it moved quickly in the direction of Drake, but it hadn't seen him yet. He stood still watching it as it stumbled around occasionally tearing the rotting flesh from its neck as it searched hungrily - for him.

CRACK! A closer crack called out, and another flesh rotting creature staggered for him. This one's aged flesh had fallen from his face revealing the tight ligaments and muscles under it, they flexed in a grotesque grin as it spotted him. Focused on eating the Drake's warm flesh, It tripped over a haphazard root and its maggot-infested intestines broke out in a sickening thud upon the ground. It continued walking partially stumbling as it reached out for Drake. The flesh of its arm, liquefied by death, ran off and landed not far from the intestines. Drake's tolerance for the insanity that was unfolding had run out, and the cold grip of fear seized him. He sprinted, which alerted the other more freshly dead creature. The tree's buzzed by, but as he went deeper into the forest the more of them he saw. They tried to reach out for him as he passed but failed.

One fell from a nearby steep hill and grasped at his legs, causing Drake to fall and cut his forehead on a nearby rock. The blood exploded from the wound, rolling down into his eyes. The Creature could taste the warm blood in the air and reached excitedly for it. Grasping Drake's heel, it dug its cold dead teeth into the back of his ankle; Drake screamed as it ripped his flesh and began to savagely devour it. Drake struggled to stand, half-blind by the torrent of blood that ran into his eyes. CRACK! The scream had only attracted the nearest creatures to his location. Frenzied by the blood, they dug their teeth into his side; all he could do was shriek before he passed out.

Drake awoke, half convinced that what he had experienced was a nightmare. He was convinced otherwise when the bites burned from infection. The warm bed that he laid in was the only comfort that the room had. Other than that, it was isolated and barren.

"Hello?" He said weakly, every movement paining him. He heard a stir in the next room and quickly following the door to the room opened. A young black-skinned Lizardfolk female, stood in the doorway with a Crossbow. Her fierce red eyes scanned him, before she put the crossbow down.

"I thought you had turned." With a quick flutter of her red robes she left the door way and returned to his bedside with a strange potion. "Take this."

Drake looked at her skeptically, but her eyes seemed to urge him to drink it. He downed it in one gulp. It tasted as bad as the rotting flesh of the creatures smelled and caused Drake to recoil in disgust. "I suppose I have you to thank for rescuing me."

She snorted slightly. "You're lucky I was close enough to help. Usually, I can't get to the people in time before they turn or have nothing left of their bodies to recover."

"What the hell were those things?"

"They WERE humans at one time." She said as she pulled back the covers to reveal his chest, and the eight or nine deep bite wounds covered with gauze and bandages. "By the way, what were you doing in that forest?"

"I was looking for a friend of mine."

She began to remove the bandages. Her soft lizard skin had a relaxing effect on him and he gladly allowed her to touch him. "He was a close Lizard friend of yours."

"How do you know that?" Drake said slightly startled at her. "Have you seen him?"

She gracefully moved towards the door. "No, I can smell him on you."

Drake was dumbfounded. "Smell?"

She laughed now between rooms, "Apparently, He didn't tell you. Whenever one of my kind have sex, they leave a mark of their particular clan. Since you're a human, you must've really been liked by him. It's usually given as an honor to another of the same sex. Hope you really impressed him."

"I'd like to think I did."

"Did you enjoy him?" She emphasized on enjoy.

Drake's face slightly redden. "I think that's my business." Thoroughly happy to embarrass him she left.

Drake rolled on his throbbing side, and tried to sleep. The previous events that occurred ran through his head. How often had he come close to dieing? If it hadn't been for Solthas or this new girl he would be dead now. Probably up and walking as well.

He was startled out of his thoughts when she came back into the room. "You might want to hold on to this." She removed her hand that had been resting peacefully hidden in her robe and held out the soul gem. "Apparently, you are more popular with my kin than you led me to believe."

"What's your name?" He began to play with the Gem; its reflective surface amused him.

"Sarnas." She sat at the base of the bed.

"Drake," He responded knowing that would likely be what she'd ask him. "And what are you doing in this forest?"

"My, you're curious." She said her black tail tapping the side of the bed. "My people don't like me because of my heritage."

"Heritage?" He said skeptically.

"I guess I'll just tell you the short version of my life's story. I have the blood of a Black Dragon in me. Apparently my mom liked to take it big, and the Dragon was more than willing to accommodate her. He was quite the horny one, apparently, until someone hacked his head off in his sleep to 'save' her. When they realized what she had done with him, they sentenced her to die. She was found to be pregnant with yours truly, and stayed the execution for a bit. Needless to say, they thought me an abomination and exiled me when I was old enough to survive. So what's your story?"

Horny Dragons? Magic? Undead? He had nothing to compare to that. "I was exiled for starting a rebellion on the surface for the people."

"And the gem?"

Drake had completely forgotten about it. "Because I was sent down here your kin gave me this to survive or try to help me to survive. That lizard you referred to earlier was Solthas, and he was a bounty hunter. He took me here--."

"And screwed you?" She interjected smoothly, unable to hold back a smile.

"Why is that so humorous for you?" He growled, slightly hurt.

"I just don't see what's so special about you. Why would someone honor you like that?"

"THUMP!" A recognizable thud hit the door in the next room. Drake jumped and memories of the bites flooded back causing him to shake.

Sarnas laughed. "They can't hurt you inside here. Calm yourself. So you've been around Lizardfolk your whole life?"

"Yeah. I was actually raised by them, on a farm not far from the Capital. How'd you know that?"

She grinned. "Black Dragons are notorious for their abilities to 'see' the future and sometimes the past. I inherited a little of that, but not much to gloat about."

"THUMP!" Drake jumped, much to the amusement of Sarnas.

She began to stare off at the wall, her smile fading. Her eye's eventually drifted over to him, cloaked with a veil of sadness. "Do you think I'm an eyesore?"

"What?" Drake said puzzled.

"My kind, they--they say I'm terrible to look at, and other things like that. I thought it was just them but..."

"Well, I've never heard of a black lizard woman. I'd say that I'd have to see you without your hood draped over your face.

She moved to his side, and he took off the red hood. Her eyes were scared about how he would think of her. She felt herself a freak, an outsider, but his gentle hands didn't seem to think that. He saw how she enjoyed his touch, even if she tried to hide it.

"I think you're beautiful." He replied, still stroking her soft skin. She was. Her soft sleek skin reflected the soft candle light, making her even more attractive to Drake.

"You know," She said looking down at her clawed fingers, "I think you're the first person to think--"

Drake couldn't help himself as he brought his lips to her reptilian ones, which after a few seconds of fighting him, allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She let out a muffled chuckle as their tongues touched, and played within their mouths. Much to her protest he withdrew, and began to unravel the ties that held her robes. She never had imagined her first time to be with a human, always it was with a strong, chiseled Lizardfolk Warrior. Her robes fell to the edge of the bed then slid off, as she went closer to Drake. Suddenly the urge to mate was overpowering, she wanted nothing more than to sex him.

He took his lips to her hot, perfectly cut breasts, and began to bite her, sliding his teeth across her smooth skin. She responded with a delicate purr, her hand behind his neck pushing him lower. She wanted him to taste her, and to stimulate her.

He licked around her wet slit, before thrusting his tongue deep into her. She moaned something in her language, as he drank her juices which had a sweet taste, sweeter than any food on the surface. He secretly wondered if it was how a Dragon's pussy would taste. He could feel himself hardening over her. She slid the bed covers off, exposing his hardening cock. She licked his shaft, taking in its warm texture as he moaned. She enjoyed wrapping her tongue around his head, and then gently moving it back and forth. Tiring of the foreplay she straddled him, and pointed his sex to hers. She gently rubbed the top of his cock against her slit, teasing him.

"You ready for it?" She smiled rubbing his throbbing cock against her pussy.

"Always," he said, as he relaxing upon his pillow.

She got off the bed and on to the ground on all four, her slit facing him, she turned. "I liked doing it while being up."

He got off the bed, with minimal aches from the wounds. She seemed slightly scared, not sure how it would feel. He rubbed her soaked slit before plunging himself into her. At first she resisted him, but as she relaxed she realized how good it felt, his throbbing cock began to move slowly in and out of her body. His hands ran down her sides till he found a good hold, and he jammed it in her. She moaned loudly, as she felt his member inside her longing for his seed. She wanted him to thrust harder and she began to slam up against his warm sack. She could feel it building up, each moment each second she felt the tickling sensation inside herself. She exploded with cum; it ran down his sex dripping as he continued his thrust. He finally felt the urge of his own orgasm, she was amazing. Her hips squeezed around it, embracing his member in her hot wet cum. Squeezing and pulling; she rolled her soft hips so he could feel her inside. Finally he cummed in her soft sex, she moaned loudly just to add to his pleasure.

She said something in her native language to him, before pulling the covers of the bed over herself. She stroked the bed spread, longing for him to get in which he did immediately. "I hope that I was as good as that other Lizard."

He wrapped his hands around her lovingly. "It was."

She smiled, "You miss him don't you?"

"He was my first, as well as a good friend."

"We'll look for him tomorrow." She said running her hand through his black hair. "I think you'll be well enough for that.