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A twinge of pain struck Kheru's side, and he recoiled with a gasp. In an instant, Bakari dropped his sword and rushed over to him. „Are you all right?" He barked anxiously. Grumbling, the dragon prince propped himself up on his thighs and felt for his side with one hand. „Everything's fine. Let's keep going." „Not a chance." His opponent shook his head. The fox picked up his sword and put it back in its scabbard. „I don't want you to exert yourself too much. Just light exercise, remember." The dragon's shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes. „Yeah, yeah, I know. But all this sitting around is driving me crazy. It's been almost half a moon since the injury." He put his blade away as well. „And we can't do much else than wait. How long can it take a messenger to travel the distance to my father and back? Fighting with you would at least be something of a change if you weren't," his claw shot forward, but Bakari deftly ducked away. „So damn nimble. Gah!" With a grin, the Fennec pranced just out of his reach. Kheru drew in a breath and held his side. It was working. Bakari was closing in. He leaped and grabbed air. Quick as a falcon, the fennec had stepped aside. A gentle push was enough, and he lost his balance. The soft sand cushioned his fall, but before he could react Bakari was on atop him, holding him down. „You know, if you want to be on top for once, all you have to do is ask," Kheru joked. He felt the fennec's warm breath on his ear as he leaned forward. „Don't worry, you'll get your chance tonight."

A polite cough startled both of them. The Pharaoh, an older white fox stepped into the sun. „I hope I'm not interrupting your training." Kheru thought to hear a smirk in the last word, subtle enough that it was anyone's guess. Bakari quickly straightened up and patted the dust from his clothes. Kheru did the same. „It is always a pleasure to see you, Pharaoh. Is there a special occasion for your visit?" The old man smiled mildly and motioned for him to follow. As Bakari joined them, his father raised his hand. „My son," he said gently but firmly. „I would like to speak with Prince Kheru alone for a moment. I hope you won't take offense." Confused, the fox prince stopped. „Of course not, father. I'll just wait here." The last sentence was half statement, half question, and Pharaoh acknowledged it with a nod.

He led Kheru down a semicircular staircase into one of the many gardens of the palace. The trees stood so close together that the sunlight shone only spottily through the canopy. The heavy scent of flowers and dates filled the air. Restlessly, the dragon prince followed him. He had to take small steps to match the speed of the fox. When they were out of sight and earshot, the king began to speak. "First of all, I have some good news for you. One of our outposts has seen the messenger with your father's reply. They should arrive here in a few days." "That's great!" He rejoiced, but the excitement lasted only a short time. "But it is not why you wanted to speak alone, is it?" The pharaoh paused. "No. There is something else." His eyes radiated an authority and calm he had rarely seen. "I want to speak frankly with you," the king continued. "I know that you and Bakari are close." Kheru's heart did a summersault. "I am happy for you both." The old fox smiled mildly. "But should you ever cause my son grief, I would not hesitate to go to battle against the sun itself."

The Dragon Prince relaxed a little and nodded. "Rest assured, Bakari shall not spend a day without happiness at my side. He is very important to me." The mask of authority disappeared from Pharaoh's face. "That is what I wanted to hear. Well then, I hereby give you permission to dispense with the formal form of address in private." The old man quickened his pace, taking a path that led out of the garden. "How did you find out?" Kheru asked, leaning down a little. "As a father, you sense things like that," the king joked. "Especially since he's with you like your own shadow. I wish my wife were still with us. I'm sure she would have liked you." Now that he brought it up, it occurred to Kheru that no one at court had ever spoken about the queen. He expressed his condolences, and the king thanked him with a nod of his head. "She died shortly after Phior was born. But that was years ago. I hope I have managed to fill that void for our children." Kheru put a claw on his shoulder. "You are a great father. Bakari can be proud of you." His words were obscured by another thought. At least one of the siblings, Prince Ruhak, did not seem to feel the same way. Briefly, he considered addressing it here and now. After all, he was alone with the king at the moment. In the future, he would often think about how things would have gone had he done so. Just as Kheru took a breath, he saw brown fur flashing through the bushes. " "Especially since he's with you like your own shadow. I wish my wife were still with us. I'm sure she would have liked you." Now that he brought it up, it occurred to Kheru that no one at court had ever spoken about the queen. He expressed his condolences, and the king thanked him with a nod of his head. "She died shortly after Phior was born. But that was years ago. I hope I have managed to fill that void for our children." Kheru put a claw on his shoulder. "You are a great father. Bakari can be proud of you." His words were obscured by another thought. For at least one of the siblings, Prince Ruhak, did not seem to feel the same way. Briefly, he considered addressing it here and now. After all, he was alone with the king at the moment. In the future, he would often think about how things would have gone had he done so. Just as Kheru took a breath, he saw brown fur flashing through the bushes. Without letting on, he closed his mouth and continued walking until they reached the edge of the garden.

The pharaoh bid him farewell and a few moments later the dragon turned around. "Including Bakari, I guess I must have three shadows by now?" Ruhak stepped out from behind the large leaf of a fern. "Surely I can't leave my dear father alone with someone like you." He leaned nonchalantly against a trunk. "You were going to tell him the truth, weren't you? Don't worry, he wouldn't have believed you either way." Bakari's brother pushed himself off the tree trunk with one foot and came toward him. Kheru took a few steps backward. "Even though you're not a threat, you're getting on my nerves Kheru-sha-ta-kata. I can't do anything about you yet, but rest assured, soon much will change. For now, you should know that you were right in assuming a third shadow." He walked past Kheru. The dragon grabbed him by the arm. "Two shadows are more than enough. Perhaps it is time to remove the third," he growled. Without hesitation, Ruhak's hand shot forward and stabbed into his healing wound. Dull pain shot through his belly up to his chest. The fox glared down at him from above. "Attacking a prince in his own palace? You are truly even stupider than you look." He patted him on the shoulder and kept walking. Kheru let him go.

Bakari was sitting in the shadows of the entrance when he returned. He jumped up. His tail wagged, half from joy, half from nervousness. "So, what did he say?" He asked, still walking toward him. "He knows about us," Kheru replied. "Your father gave me his blessing." The wagging tail his words elicited would have been enough to conjure up a small sandstorm. "Really? That's great!" "One more thing," Kheru continued, disappointed that his next words would surely fizzle the fox's joy. "I had a run-in with your brother." Momentarily, the wagging died. "He sounded like he was planning something soon, and he threatened me. I know we've looked for the entrance to the catacombs so many times in the last few days, but let's try again. We're slowly running out of time." The fox's mine hardened. "You're right. In my dream, I saw the throne room. The entrance should be there." "Should be," Kheru repeated. "If we hadn't already turned over every stone." "Still. Let's try it again. It's the best clue we have," Bakari insisted.

With the darkness of night came the cold. It crept through the cracks and corridors of the palace, making the torches flicker on the walls. Kheru pulled his cloak tighter around him and quickened his pace. By now, the two were skilled at dodging the guards. Bakari knew exactly where they would be and when, but for him, even after more than a moon, the pattern was still foreign. The door of the throne room made a creaking sound as he pushed it open. The fennec hissed at it, and he tried again, this time very slowly. Inside, the golden fires still burned in their bowls. By now Kheru was convinced that these must be magic, for they never seemed to go out. He couldn't help but glance upward for a moment. The crystal-covered ceiling was still as beautiful as the first time he saw it.

They walked forward on the unrolled cloth to the throne. Their footsteps were barely audible. Bakari climbed the steps and let his paw wander reverently over the golden armrest. Inch by inch, he scanned the throne, which looked as if it had been cut from a solid block of gold, with his fingers. While he searched for a hidden mechanism there, Kheru took on the walls. For the third time he tapped them for cavities or loose stones, and again he found nothing. Meanwhile, Bakari had reached the figures standing to the left and right of the throne. Last time he had found a cavity inside the beak on one of them, but nothing had happened. Perhaps it was just a blemish that had occurred during manufacture, but something about it gave him no pause. He turned away from the hawk statue and examined the fox's again.

The fennec suppressed a surprised bark as something pricked his finger. Quickly he withdrew his hand. Kheru came running over to him. "What happened?" Bakari lifted his finger, a drop of blood forming on it. "I must have cut myself on something." He wrinkled his brow. "Move aside." The dragon did as instructed, and the prince of foxes reached his finger into the hawk statue's beak once more. He found the indentation, and a soft click resounded through the room. The two exchanged puzzled glances. Something had been triggered somewhere. As Kheru looked around, he noticed that the throne was slightly out of place, as if it had jumped out of its moorings. He tried to pull it to the side. It moved and an entrance appeared under the solid gold. Cold, dry air came toward him. Bakari stepped to his side and looked down into the darkness. "We found it." He put his finger in his mouth and drew the blood, then reached for a torch that hung behind the throne. In its glow they made out a stairway that led farther down than the light could reach.

The fennec led the way. Kheru had to duck. The corridor was definitely not built for people of his stature. The steps carved out of the stone seemed to lead downward for seemingly endless lengths of time. The dim light of the throne room was just a speck far behind them. It was stuffy down here, and yet there was something in the air. He had smelled it before. Though it was less of a smell at all, it was more of a feeling. Like a crackling, or the sharp cold of winter. Further down, something shimmering came into view. Just before reaching it, Bakari stopped. His paw touched the curtain of silvery light. "It's almost like the barrier I put up when we were ambushed," he whispered. "Only much, much more powerful." He pushed against it a little, and the mist gave way. His paw slipped through. He grabbed Kheru's hand, and together they stepped through the silver protective spell.

On the other side was a vast room, surely two or three times the size of the throne room. Blue light filled every corner, with no apparent source. On the wall opposite them, which must have been twice as high as Kheru, was a huge fresco. It depicted a fox holding two snakes in its paws. In awe, Bakari drew in air. Slowly they approached the relief. The light made its shapes stand out and put the depressions in dark shadows. Almost like a fire, it began to flicker, and the shadows danced across the image of the deity Heka. The movements were almost hypnotic, and the longer he watched them, the more it seemed to him that the image itself was moving.

Bakari's grip around his hand strengthened and he pointed upward. One of the two snakes had come loose. Its stony body shimmered as if it were made of real scales. He followed its path up his arm and winced as the deity's eye moved. The two backed away. Heka detached himself from the wall. His fur shimmered in the light and when his paws touched the ground, the flickering stopped abruptly. For a fox, he was huge, towering over Kheru by a few finger widths. The fox prince knelt before him, and the prince of dragons did likewise. The deity looked down at them. His lips curled as he caught sight of Kheru. His hand touched Bakari's head, and a tremor ran through his body. "You answered my call," Heka spoke in two voices. "Yet you have allowed this monster to desecrate a sacred place." His gaze fell on Kheru. "Most gracious Heka," he began, but Bakari interrupted him. "Kheru is not a monster," he growled and stood up. The god turned to him and eyed him urgently. "Since the dawn of time, few have dared to raise their voices to us." He leaned down so that his face was inches from the prince's. "It takes a special kind of courage to speak to a god like that. But sometimes you do well to approach what you call myth with respect, prince Bakari." He knelt down beside Kheru. "Tell me dragon, whom do you serve? What god created your kind."

Kheru swallowed the lump in his throat. "I am a warrior of the sun. We serve Osiris, and we serve Ra. Since the beginning of time, we have followed the Light, and the Ma'at." Heka shook his head. "So not even you know the truth about yourself. The irony of life, I fear. Your very presence stains this place. You dragons who call yourselves the heirs of Osiris could not be further from it in reality." The hand hovering over Kheru's head seemed to burn hot and cold at the same time. "Now that you are here, you deserve the truth. Your fate is tied to that of the prince, but no fate is set in stone. There is still time for you to leave this place, and Bakari. If you leave now, you can still change things for the better. Anger was now rising in him as well. "God or no God, you want me to leave Bakari? Under no circumstances," he growled.

Heka continued to speak unperturbed. "Let's see if you still feel that way after listening to me. It was not Ra who gave life to the dragons, nor Osiris. You are the descendants of the serpent. You are the children of the darkness that devours the Ma'at. You are the children of Apophis. Forget it. Deny it. Your existence serves only one purpose: to destroy the cosmic order."

Bakari pushed the god's hand off his head. "That is not true! You may be a god, but you do not know what Kheru is really like. He is gentle, and kind, and uses his strength to protect and stand up for his ideals." The deity's face seemed to show a trace of sadness. "After three years of killing your country's soldiers, you still feel that way about him? Your love for him must be really deep. It pains me all the more to have to reveal his true form to you." Sparks sprang from his hand. The dragon writhed and roared. Bakari wanted to get to his side, but something held him. Kheru's body changed. His claws grew longer, sharper. His back reared up, becoming wider and larger. His face also changed, his eyes became smaller and his jaws wider. His body trembled with a rumble that echoed off the walls and ceiling. A ferocity entered his gaze that made the fox shiver.

Instinctively, adrenaline shot through Bakari's body as Kheru's gaze locked onto him. From a crouch, he jumped, but did not reach him. Air deformed around his body. No matter how hard the dragon threw himself against it, he could not touch him. Heka stepped to Bakari's side and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. This is his true form. Even when we gods were the only ones walking the earth it was Apophis who opposed our creation. He already devoured the sun once and even today he chases it day and night. It is he who wants to extinguish the light. That is why he created the dragons."

Bakari became calm. With all his strength, he struck the barrier that separated Kheru and him. Like clay, it shattered. Kheru lunged forward, but he did not strike it. Instead, his claws passed through Heka, who dissolved into mist at the same moment. Confused, the god formed a few steps away and glared at them. Kheru was hunched over Bakari, his arms wrapped protectively around him. "You are different," the god stated. "The will of your maker tugs at your spirit, and yet there is only one thought for you. To protect him." Bakari stroked Kheru's face with his paw. Though he knelt behind him, he had to stretch. "Can you hear me?" Only a growl came in reply. "It's not decided yet," the god remarked. He is fighting. But is he strong enough to win against his destiny?"

"He is!" Bakari barked. "When I first saw him, my feelings confused me. I hated him, and yet I was attracted to him. What I feel for Kheru is more than just physical attraction. I don't care about his past, just as I don't care what his fate should be!" He took a breath to continue speaking, but paused when he felt something heavy against his back.

Amused, Heka smirked. "Well said. But let us see how he copes with his own savagery. Have no fear, prince Bakari, my magic will ensure that the physical differences will not harm you. However, I cannot guarantee his actions. One word from you and I will free you from his grip."

Bakari shook his head. "I trust him." At the same moment, a massive claw reached around his body and tore through his clothes. The fox lost his balance and fell forward. Before he had a chance to straighten up, a muscular hand pressed his head to the ground. He pulled his legs toward him so that his torso was in the air. A deep growl came in response, its bass notes vibrating through his stomach and spreading to his waist. Bakari felt dizzy. A flood of fear and lust filled his thoughts.

Kheru grabbed his arms with one hand and twisted them behind his back. He squinted his eyes, but though it was uncomfortable, there was no pain. His tail was swept aside in an almost casual motion. His erection twitched violently as the dragon's tongue, drove up to the base of his tail. It was only the tip that entered him, and yet it instantly passed the second ring. Now that he was aware of his complete defenselessness, the heat took over his thoughts like never before. Adrenaline shot through his body as something pressed against his entrance. The dragon's member seemed larger and wider than ever before. He exhaled with a gasp as it pushed into him. Kheru's claws closed tighter around his wrists, just too little to seriously hurt him. He began to move. His abdomen exploded in a firework of sensations. Every muscle twitched, every nerve fired. He felt the tip of the dragon deeper in his belly with each thrust forward. Kheru leaned forward. He could feel the hot breath on his back, the deep rumble above his head. The dragon was slowing down. Bakari had no time to wonder about it. With a push that sent him sliding forward on his chest, the dragon changed his rhythm. By now Bakari thought he could feel it against his ribs. If it continued like this, it would soon be brushing along the back of his throat.

The fox could hold back no longer. Each thrust sent tidal waves of pleasure and heat through his body. His legs cramped and his back arched. The twitching went all the way to the front of his chest. But even after he came the first time, Kheru did not stop and the sensation did not become less intense. He felt Kheru shift his weight. It squeezed the air out of his lungs as he leaned on him for a second. He almost came again at that moment. Kheru did not slow his movements as he began to pulse inside him. Bakari could feel his stomach stretching. His thoughts blurred. Peripherally, he realized he was cumming a second time, but it all felt as if it was through a thick veil. As Kheru pulled his member out of him, cum flowed in streams down his legs.

The world tilted away from him. He registered that he was hanging in the air, just a little above the ground. Kheru still held both his arms in his claw. He raised him to the level of his face. In his eyes he could see that the dragon was not finished yet. Roughly, his back was pressed against a cold stone wall. His legs were lifted, and almost gently placed against the scaled chest. He simply let his tail hang. With his body, Kheru held him pressed against the wall as he entered him again. Bakari felt nothing but pleasure in every fiber. The dragon's cock didn't push into him quite as deep this time as before, but his face was within reach of Kheru's mouth. He didn't resist the tongue, which not only ran over his lips, but all over his face. His own mouth hung open, and only the tip was enough to fill his throat.

The third time, both came at the same moment. Bakari's legs were shaking so violently by now that he could barely feel them. But there was only one thought left in him. He wanted more, to feel once again how his whole body was used by the dragon.

He should get his wish. Slowly Kheru let him slide down the wall. His legs could not support his weight and he slumped. Cum dripped down onto him from the dragon's penis. His body was full of it, inside and out. The dragon knelt down in front of him. Hands gripped his ears, and he obediently opened his mouth. Without hesitation, Kheru rammed his cock into him. It slid smoothly down his throat. Using his ears as handles, the dragon moved his head back and forth. Bakari didn't move, letting him use his muzzle. His arms hung limply down to his thighs. He closed his eyes. All he could still feel was Kheru. Around him. Inside him. In every part of his body.

Bakari could hardly breathe. Only when the dragon pulled his head back he was able to breathe for a short time. The pressure on his chest increased, but at the same time the pleasant dizziness and exhilaration filled him completely. He fortunately managed to hold his breath as Kheru came. His member pulsed in his throat, in his neck, in his chest. Black dots danced before his eyes. He barely noticed how he, too, came once more. The pull on his ears eased. The pressure on his chest followed.

The room went quiet. Bakari heard his own heart, hazily saw how Kheru's figure shrank. From far away his voice spoke to him, as if through dense fabric. "Bakari! I'm sorry, I..." The fox raised his paw and stroked the dragon's muzzle. "It's all right. You don't have to apologize."

Clapping his hands, Heka approached her. "Impressive! Not even on the Greek islands have I witnessed such a spectacle." At Kheru's hateful look, he added, "Don't worry, he's fine. You just wore him out quite a bit." The god leaned forward so that he was eye to eye with Kheru. "I'm impressed with you. It's easy to accept the status quo, be it one's nature or something else. Make your own way, dragon, and if you ever stray from it, remember my words."

A blink, and he was gone. Where he had stood a moment ago laid a crescent piece of silver. Kheru picked it up and turned it back and forth in his claw. It was the lower half of a medallion. What it was supposed to represent, however, he could not yet make out.

He turned back to Bakari. "Can you walk?" The fox laughed softly. "Give me a moment." Trembling, he tried to stand up. Kheru reached under his arms and helped him up. He lifted the scraps of his clothing from the floor and offered them to him. Gratefully, Bakari wiped cum and saliva from his face and fur. "I'm going to need another bath today. With water this time," he joked. His ears perked up. The afterglow instantly disappeared from his face. "Someone's coming," he whispered.

"You two really can't last five minutes without mating like animals," a mocking voice rang through the room. "Brother, I wish I could capture the sight of you for eternity." Bakari growled. "Ruhak." The brown fox bowed low. "At your service."

Protectively, Kheru moved in front of Bakari. "How did you find us?" Ruhak gave a short laugh. "Really? I told you word for word that I would follow you like a shadow. Although, I admit it took me a moment to figure out the trick with the two statues and the royal blood. Now hand over the eye immediately." With his dagger, he pointed at the amulet in Kheru's hand.

"Why are you doing this?" Bakari barked. "Because I want to prevent our kingdom from falling into slavery to those lizards!" Ruhak snarled. "You have the amulet. That means you have spoken with Heka. Did he not tell you the truth about the dragons?" The fox stepped past Kheru. "He did. He tested Kheru, and as it turns out, he is quite capable of changing his fate." His brother approached threateningly. "What if the eye is put back together? Do you have any idea what would happen to us children of the desert then?"

He caught himself. "You're trying to stall for time. But enough of that. Give me the eye!" His hand swept forward, but before his paw could get a grip on the silver medallion, a short dagger shot past him. He whirled around. "You!"

Nubia stepped down the stairs, two more throwing knives in her right. "Well spotted, brother. Now desist before anyone gets hurt. I'm not the only one looking for you." Uncertainty flickered in Ruhak's eyes. He lowered the dagger and took a step back. "I will get the eye and destroy it. Count on it, sister." He spat the last word straight out, then pushed past her and disappeared into the darkness.

The dark blue vixen turned her attention to them.m "You two," she snapped, "what do you think you're doing here? We're all going back to the palace now, and then you'd better have a good explanation." Bakari's ears dropped. A little more gently, she continued. "I'm sure you have just as many questions. I'll explain everything to you soon. But first, you should wash up, brother."