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There were perks to being the owner of a gym. You get to make the rules everyone else must follow, and you get to open and close the place when you wanted. You also get to allow only certain people inside, be it through a membership or some other reasoning.

In this case, this gym in particular was private - it only allowed those who were part of his dragon clan to join. In a way, this made it a sacred place for them and to learn and hone the ways of hand-to-hand combat, as their people have done for generations - whether it was to be sure all in the clan were battle-ready or as a way to honor the gods, the reasoning for this privacy became lost to time as the world around them became more secular.

Few dragons kept their old traditions to keep the culture alive, regardless of who's clan they belonged to. Most of the ones who did were either dead, dying, or were elders so set in their ways and struggled to teach uninterested fledglings and juveniles. Cyrus was one of these few, younger dragons who tried his best to keep to his ancient culture - to some, he was seen akin to a priest, given his ownership of a sacred gym. But to his students, both past, current, and prospective, he was considered a Master of combat, specifically that of Dyr Brýde, a style very similar to judo or freestyle wrestling. Thus, many of his clan-mates considered the gym to be a temple to Brý, their god of combat, war, and sex. Of course, given the secularization of the modern world, many of the fledgling clan-mates saw this as just another fighting gym geared towards their kind and nothing more.

The gym was a medium-sized, open, square room, where nearly the entire floor and walls were covered in mats. Several small sparring circles marked the floor, all evenly spaced. Some of the sparring pairs would use these as guides, but most would ignore them completely and just throw down wherever they happen to be. Two, large fans mounted in the corners near the ceiling constantly circulated the damp, musky air filled with the dragons' sweat from their sparring, barely keeping the warriors in training from overheating.

Today went just like any other open gym day: the young fledglings and older dragons sparred with each other, practicing their grapples, takedowns, chokes, and pins, going a few rounds with each other before swapping partners. Everyone went at their own pace but also pushed each other, just like Cyrus wanted to see among his students.

However, his golden eyes kept watch on a young dragon in particular: Astrid.

She wasn't as old as he was but she wasn't that much younger either. Her orange scales and yellow underbelly popped among the other, darker bodies of the males. Her sweat made her glisten under the lights like a bright flame, isolating each and every muscle Cyrus could see, soaking her tight shorts and sports bra. Just from looking at her sparring partner, it was obvious how much smaller she was compared to the rest of his students, not so much in her height but in her mass. He did admit her horns made her intimidating and stand out more than her scales and muscles - the way those two pairs of horns curled forward was a rare trait in a female, as it was a mark of a fierce warrior and protector typically associated with males.

Ever since she first stepped into the sacred gym, Cyrus has seen her improve time and time again, using what she knew of Üfa Brýde to her advantage while training in the ways of Dyr Brýde, much to her sparring partners' disappointment. In a way, he felt sorry for her: every day she stepped in, she always felt she had to prove herself even more than his other students solely based on the simple fact she's a female. In the past decades, the concept of Brýde became more and more diverse in the modern era, cultural traditions aside. In fact, Cyrus was certain Brý himself would accept any and all dragons wanting to become warriors, despite what the elders may believe.

And his mission would start with this particular dragon. From her appearance to how she carried herself, Cyrus had a nagging feeling she was someone special.

He blew his whistle loud and long, signaling for his students to stop. "Alright everyone! That's enough training for today!" He shouted, beckoning for everyone to line up by him. Despite all of them being soaked in each others sweat and emanating a hot musk from a hard evening of training, none of them appeared exhausted. Tired, sure, but not exhausted. Many of them were not here just to get a good workout in or learn a fighting skill, but to pay homage to and worship Brý through combat, even if it's more for sport and entertainment in the modern age.

Once everyone was lined up in front of Cyrus, he slowly paced back and forth with his claws behind his back as if he was a captain debriefing his squad. Of course, like many of the dragons in the gym, he too was shirtless and only wore tight shorts, letting all his students get a good, long look at his bulging, yellow-scaled pecs and dark grey arms and back muscles.

"Thank you for lining up so quickly," he said proudly, "You all seem to get the hang of things around here by now, it seems." He began to pace. "And you all are getting better and better by the day. While I may not know what it's like to raise hatchlings of my own, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel like a proud father to all of you - yes, even towards those of you who are around my age or a little older than myself." He chuckled and looked towards a blue dragon standing tall next to Astrid - he was the oldest of his students in terms of age, but was also the most recent student to join Cyrus' ranks.

Cyrus continued pacing. "Many have come and gone over the years I've been a Master in Dyr Brýde. Some had their reasons they had to stop, and rightfully so in some cases - most did not last and couldn't handle what Brý wanted in his warriors. I can't remember the last time I had such a dedicated group of students."

He made his way towards the middle of the lineup and faced his students, his yellow-scaled, muscular torso and slight bulge in his shorts on full display in front of them, not that any of them minded the sight of such a strong, wise male. "For that, I'd like to give my sincerest gratitude to all of you...I'm extremely happy you all wish to learn and take part in your culture, your heritage...what truly makes you all dragons." He let out a deep, sorrowful sigh. "Not many of our kind nowadays wish to learn about our ancient culture, saying it's all just myth or created based on hallucinations or it's a primitive way of thinking. I will remind you once again that all our deities, including Brý himself, are very, very real."

A young, dark red dragon standing close to one end of the lineup raised his claw high in the air.

"Yes, Cavas?" He nodded towards the fledgling.

"How would we be able to, well, see Brý or Dyrð or any of our gods and goddesses? Is there a certain ritual we'd have to do or do they just...show themselves if they deem us worthy of their presence."

"Great question, Cavas! Short answer...depends," he replied, giving a so-so gesture with a claw. "Now, what I mean by that is you should ask yourself, 'What purpose do I wish to see this particular deity?' or 'How can I please this particular deity further?' something like that."

Cavas nodded, listening intently, along with the other students.

"But," Cyrus continued, holding up a finger, "A particular deity may, as you said, just show themselves if they deem you worthy of their presence. They can also show up if they wish to send you a message. Whatever the case may be, it can happen at any time and for any reason, generally speaking."

"Have you had such an experience before, Master?" Pipped up Astrid. For someone who consistently shows how fierce she was on the mats, her voice sounded so soft and sweet.

He paused and swallowed as he felt a slight sense of doubt and disappointment. "Sadly, no...but I hope I can one day before I leave this world."

Astrid frowned, not in disappointment but out of pity. "That's a shame, Master...I hope you get that chance one day."

He nodded and sighed. "As I hope you all get to as well, if you haven't already. I've been told by the elders it can be an...exhilarating experience," he said with a shuddered breath, trying hard not to pop a massive erection in front of all his students, not that his shorts weren't hiding much to begin with. "Obviously it depends on which deity reveals themselves to you, how they do so, when, where, so on, and so on."

Another one of his students raised their hand - another grey and yellow dragon similar in color to Cyrus, making him look as if he's a direct descendant of his lineage. Of course, everyone within the gym knew this wasn't true, though they have been mistaken as father and son outside the sacred walls.

Cyrus took notice of his so-called clone. "Yes, Cyvis?"

"Given that you yourself haven't seen Brý yet, have you ever heard of any first-hand accounts of what he's like?"

He chuckled a bit, trying not to blush or get aroused in front of those who looked up to him. "I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say...mmmm, you will have to partake in some Érodýk Brýde if you meet him," he said with a lustful twinge near the end.

This immediately got everyone flustered, and it wasn't just from their long sparring session with each other. Everyone avoided eye contact with each other out of embarrassment and not to accidentally stare at each others' junk.

Everyone except Astrid, who remained standing tall and attentive. Though she too had a noticeable blush and could feel her shorts getting soaked in other fluids aside from her musk and sweat, along with her nipples perking out of her sports bra. "All these males and I'm the only female...if we end up partaking in an Érodýk ritual...well, I just hope no one here doesn't view me as breeding stock like in ancient times...I hope Brý doesn't either."

"Well then!" Cyrus exclaimed, clapping his claws together and cutting off any further thoughts from his students, "I think we should wrap things up for today. If I haven't mentioned it already, thank you all again for coming and putting in the work. You all make me so proud to be your Master and spiritual guide." His claws then shifted into a praying position and his students quickly followed suit, all of them standing straight and tall. In near-unison, all of them chanted an ancient but common prayer to Brý and the gods in the old dragon tongue. To an outsider not versed in their ancient language, it would sound similar to a Slavonic or Germanic language, or a combination of the two - harsh, poignant, yet carries a powerful weight with a touch of beauty.

They finished the prayer, bowed to each other, then broke their lineup to go about their separate ways. Some immediately went to the locker room to shower up and change, others stayed for a while and chatted with one another.

Astrid, as per her usual, went straight to Cyrus to speak with him, though had to wait until Cizynth, the eldest of the group, finished asking his 20 questions of the day. This, of course, annoyed her at first when the tall, blue dragon first arrived. Yet, in a way, he reminded her of when she first started here - she did the exact same thing during her first few months of training. Once he was finished, he bounded away towards the locker room to join the rest of the students.

"He's older than me yet has the energy of a young, curious fledgling," Cyrus murmured with a chuckle as he watched Cizynth.

"Reminds you of another student of yours, hmm?" Astrid asked, watching him and the others who were still around.

"Yeah, but you're younger than me, so it makes more sense."

"I'm barely a decade younger than you," she retorted, side-eying her Master.

"Still younger," he teased back, side-eying her as well.

She gave him a firm punch on the shoulder, making them both giggle and blush a little. They stood in silence for a while, just watching the remaining students casually chat or, in the case of two of them, decided to wrestle around some more as they clearly haven't tired themselves out yet.

"Listen, Astrid, do you mind, um...staying later after everyone else is gone?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, of course Master. But...why?" Her ember eyes fixated on the larger, grey dragon.

"I need your help with something," he replied, clearly not hiding his embarrassment well.

"And that issss?"

He gulped, letting out a shuddered breath. "I want to meet Brý..."

She quickly looked away to hide her own embarrassment. "Why do you need me, Master?" She asked, barely looking in his direction.

"Well, like with any form of partaking in Brýde, one does require a partner..."

Astrid froze. She knew full-well where this was going. "Just...Just assure me I'll be treated with respect...not like how females were treated in the ancient times."

Cyrus scoffed, giving her a sly smirk. "Please, fledgling, you have much to learn about our god and our culture..."

* * *

It didn't take long for the last few stragglers to leave the gym, and without Cyrus barking at them to do so this time. At least he's starting to gain the utmost respect of his students. Now, it was just him and Astrid. Alone.

He waved a claw, beckoning for Astrid to follow, which she did so without question. "Come. Let me show you our sacred ways, fledgling."

They left the main gym area and into the smaller welcome center, which looked nicer and cleaner than the rest of the gym. Throughout the anteroom, paintings of the dragons' various deities decorated the maroon-colored walls. These paintings at first seem unassuming - one would see them as just interpretations of the dragon deities meant for a public audience. Upon closer inspection, however, they left nothing to the imagination and, as she will soon learn about one of them, these paintings are 100% accurate depictions. The remainder of the welcoming center had a pair of leather couches tucked in a corner, a door leading to the only bathroom in the facility, and another door leading to Cyrus' office, which doubled as his own, personal sacred space.

Without a word, Cyrus unlocked and opened the door to his office, silently holding his palm out to Astrid.

Again, she got the message and waited outside without question.

Normally, Cyrus would close his office door behind him - after all, no one but him should know what's inside. However, as it's just him and Astrid, he didn't mind her taking a peek inside. Besides, he had a good feeling about her. She was curious about their culture for the right reasons, not just for knowledge's sake.

As he looked around his office for what he needed for the ritual, Astrid became a bit too distracted by that big, strong ass and thighs of her Master. She tried to look at something else in the room or look away entirely, but getting a chance to stare at her Master's hulking physique got her motor going. Trusting he won't treat her like breeding stock, the young dragon couldn't wait to participate in a Brýde ritual with him.

"Hey, uh, what are you looking for, Master?" She asked, trying not to sound impatient or antsy to get started.

"Looking for...stuff..." He murmured, too focused on his task. He then grabbed four, tall, brass candle stands. "Here, hold these," he said, not giving her a chance to react, making her almost fumble the handoff. He looked around a bit more and grabbed a dense-looking, blue, cloth bag. "This too," he ordered, holding out for her until she could take it from him.

She decided to rest the candle stands against the wall, then took the bag from Cyrus, immediately feeling its weight in her hands. "What's this?"

"Salt."

"Salt?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion.

"Mmhmm," he replied, returning to his task.

She looked at the bag with gleaming curiosity, weighing it in her claws. She wondered if this was a special type of salt that's heavy or dense, or if it's what she came to know as table salt and simply packed tight in the bag. She held it in one claw and tried to grip her other one around all four of the stands while Cyrus gathered whatever else he needed. It was here she noticed how decorative the stands were. Their tops all had a simple, generic dragon head facing upward with its mouth open as if it was breathing fire or roaring, and the bottoms had a small, tripod-like layout with feral claws for the feet. She also noticed a small lever that looked to trigger some sort of latch near the bottom of the stand. Upon closer inspection at the design, she wondered if the claws could 'dig in' to whatever surface they rested on when activated. She figured it was for stability purposes.

Astrid was too mesmerized by what she held in her claws that she didn't notice her Master holding four, seemingly brand new red candles and a matchbox as he came out of his office. He closed the office door behind him though didn't lock it like he usually would, then pointed back towards the gym. "Alright, back on the mats, fledgling."

She immediately followed the larger dragon back into the gym, trying hard not to drop the contents in her claws. It wasn't so much the weight of the sacred objects she held, as she had handled much heavier objects and opponents - it was the awkward shape and balance of the candle stands that got to her. They felt bottom-heavy. The bag of salt seemed to get heavier and heavier, and that the material did not have any grip. She realized the bag wasn't made out of a common, cotton cloth but rather a strong but soft, smooth silk of some kind. She had to admit, it did look pretty and the blue color made it look like a big sapphire.

Cyrus immediately began directing her as soon as they both stepped foot onto the mats. "Alright, fledgling. Before I explain how to summon Brý, put that bag of salt in the middle of the main ring and place these candles in those stands," he ordered, waiting patiently for her. He handed the candles to her when she was able to receive them and observed how she put them in. He admired how gentle and careful she handled each object despite her strong physique and fighting skill - it was the complete opposite of how he first handled these very same objects when he was a disciple.

"Okay, so once you're done with that, place those candlesticks near all four corners of the ring here," he ordered, gesturing down at the main ring they were now standing in.

She looked around their space and the gym, a little confused as to how this would be possible, or safe for that matter. "You sure it's possible to set these up here?" She asked.

"Positive," he replied with a warm smile.

Astrid then made her way to one of the corners of the large, mat floor, feet claws barely squishing into the firm padding beneath her. At first, she thought the mat may have been damaged, like someone dug in a little too hard during a sparring session or training drill and scratched a few holes in the mat. However, upon closer inspection, they weren't holes at all but rather plugs of some kind possibly made of rubber or some other soft, firm material. The young dragon wanted to ask her Master what these were for, but she knew he'd rather let her figure it out herself. Thankfully she was near one of the walls of the gym, allowing her to carefully set the candle stands against it while she investigated. She squatted down and gingerly dug a claw between the floor and the bottom of one of the plug's lip - it was here she noticed the shape of the plug and, by extension, the hole. She looked at the bottom of one of the candle stands, then back at the plugs, then back at the stands again.

"So that's how it works..." She muttered.

Between the plugs, the feet and movable claws of the candle stands, and the holes themselves, their shapes were all a nearly perfect match: a series of three, small holes arranged to match a silhouette of the bottom of a dragon's foot as if they were puncture marks from claws. She continued to lift the one plug up and out of its hole, then quickly popped off the other two. She set those aside and stood up to grab one of the candle stands.

Meanwhile, Cyrus continued to observe her patiently, simply being present in case she had any questions or needed any help. However, he hoped she didn't look his way as he didn't need to look down to know his thick dragon cock was straining against his thin, purple thong. He could feel the gym's cool air licking the top of his shaft that was poking out, nearly making one of his testicles droop out from the pouch in his thong. Not only the thought of being Astrid's first Érodýk Brýde partner turned him on, but just seeing her strong yet small physique got him going too. He couldn't help but fantasize various scenarios that may happen during their fight, most of which were her dominating him in humiliating ways. He let out a deep breath to try and focus his mind as he continued to watch his prized pupil finish setting up the candle stands.

"I see you're trying to summon me once again, Cýrüs," whispered a disembodied voice, speaking in the dragon's ancient tongue.

He hoped Astrid didn't hear it, though he figured she didn't as she seemed to not lose her focus on her task.

"She looks cute...strong...you picked a beautiful warrior," the voice cooed.

Cyrus ignored it but knew fully well what, or rather who, was speaking to him. "You'll soon see, alright..." he muttered back in the dragon tongue.

"Huh?" Astrid looked up at her Master, trying not to look down where he's almost popping out of that small thong he likes to wear so much.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing," he said, shaking off the feeling of someone in his head, "You done setting up the space?"

"The candle stands are set up. I wasn't sure on the direction they should face, so I figured the bottom part of their 'mouths' should face inward," she replied, feeling a little excited for what's to come. She didn't know what all was going to happen, exactly, but knowing she'll share such a close, intimate, even spiritual moment with her Master got her all hot and bothered as well. There was more to him beneath all those bulky, rippling muscles, and there was more to him than his love for combat and pleasing the deities. She wanted to know what that 'more' is. But right now, she needs to focus on getting this ritual right.

"I noticed that, yes," he replied cheerfully, "It doesn't matter how they face, so long as there are four, red candles marking each corner of the ritual combat space. While the combat space must be a circle, which it already is, the reason there's four candles is to further symbolize that nature is cyclic, namely the four, sacred elements common in ours and many other cultures, the four seasons, the four cardinal directions, and it represents balance." He then waved a claw for her to follow him to the nearest candle stand, holding the box of matches in the other claw. He continued. "The reason these candles are red is to represent the blood of the warrior - as the candles burn, the melting wax symbolizes that blood spilled during combat, be it by the warrior themselves or drawn from their adversary. The flame," he said, lighting the candle with a match, "represents the warrior's spirit: it's bright, energetic, filled with life and light, and burning with passion." He shook out the match and let it smolder for a bit before putting it back in the box. "Should you continue more in your studies, you'll quickly find parallels between what is needed to be a warrior, and sexual desire." He gave her a smug grin when he said that.

She chuckled nervously, feeling more aroused at the thoughts of what's to come. "I think I'm starting to see some of those parallels, Master."

He smiled back, feeling the same. "Now, I know it was more effort than it should have been with those awkward stands, but those, well...they don't symbolize anything."

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Then why--"

"Safety precaution. Practicality."

She gave a silent 'oh' as she followed Cyrus around the ring. He let her light the rest of the candles before they would meet in the middle of the ring for the last part of the setup.

"Now for the much simpler part," he chuckled, holding up the dense, blue salt bag with a grin. With that, he loosened the cord around the top of it and opened it, tilting it forward slightly so that Astrid could see for herself.

"Well..." she said with a shrug, "I almost expected it to look slightly different."

Cyrus chuckled, taking a small pinch of salt and letting it sprinkle back into the bag. The grains appeared very fine like a powdery snow, which explained why it felt dense when Astrid held it. "The salt cleanses any negative energy or spirits that may be present in the combat area, purifying it so that only the energies of the participants and any deities they wish to meet are present." He then closed up the pouch by its cord, though not tightly. "It also works as a natural cleanser for our scales!"

She chuckled at his peculiar excitement. She recalled a salt-based scale cleanser she uses at home sometimes when he mentioned that last tidbit - who knew dragons were doing that for millenia.

"However, my young fledgling," he stated, slowly moving a claw down to his purple thong, "this...thing has been bothering me all day." With that, he moved his clawed finger just enough to snap the band, letting the garment fall to the mat by his feet. His thick, golden-yellow, cock sprung out as soon as the band broke loose, needy and semi-hard with a dab of pre right on its head. The strong, male, dragon musk that was barely contained in the thong's pouch wafted through the air. The fans up above only helped blow it around the larger space.

Astrid took a step back, feeling so flustered that her orange scales didn't hide her blush. He looked big. Very big. His golden-yellow balls looked like they ached to empty their contents into a willing host, regardless of what hole he chooses to use. Right then she knew she would have to undress too, as this is an Érodýk Brýde. Now that she saw what she was about to go up against both terrified her and turned her on - she wasn't sure what to make of the situation, but she too wanted to meet Brý just as much as Cyrus did.

"Show your Master what you're capable of," whispered the disembodied voice to Astrid. However, this time it spoke in modern English rather than their ancient language.

"What?" She asked, looking around at the ceiling, terrified and confused.

"Show him those beautiful muscles, those curves, those pretty, orange scales reminiscent of fire," continued the voice, "Show him the power of a maiden warrior!"

"Who are you!?" She shouted, looking around and feeling like she was going insane.

"Astrid! It's okay!" Cyrus shouted. "I can hear the voice too! You're not going crazy, I can tell you that much."

The voice laughed maniacally, as if that of a trickster. "You'll know me soon enough, Ázdred."

Cyrus held out a claw while keeping the salt bag close to him. "Please, Astrid," he consoled her, "We cannot continue until you're completely nude."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, letting those bright, golden gems that stood out from his grey scales comfort her. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, gripping the bottom of her sports bra.

"Okay, Master..."

She didn't make a show of stripping herself, but still felt uncomfortable the whole time. Yet she knew this was part of what she wanted to take part in, even if she wasn't fully sure why. Soon she stood fully nude in front of her Master, her yellow underbelly scales in full view and all her orange scales shimmering under the lights above. Even if she wasn't the most curvy or biggest woman compared to most other dragon females, she stood tall and proud like the candle flames surrounding them. Trying hard not to show her embarrassment, she crossed her arms tight over her small breasts, letting out a sigh. "So, tell me again why we both have to be naked?"

"Well, it's quite simple, really," Cyrus began as he walked closer to her, "Performing the Brýde in the nude shows a follower's willingness to be vulnerable. It shows they're willing to not rely on armor or weapons to defend themselves - only their raw strength and skills." He smiled at her, blushing a bit. "Of course, Brý himself is also a god of sex, so there's that reason."

She blushed a bit as well, though a cheeky grin formed along her face. "Makes sense."

He chuckled, though began to blush and hoped his cock doesn't get too hard that it starts bumping against her. "With that being said, there's one more thing we must discuss before we begin."

The fires of passion began to burn hotter the longer she stared up at him, listening to him, smelling him, challenging him, fantasizing what they'll do on the mats. She got closer to him this time, so much so the tips of her nipples touched his pecs and his semi-hard cock rubbed against the inside of her thighs.

"And what is that Master~" The title she called him dripped from her lips like the melting wax of the candles surrounding them.

Without missing a beat, he continued. "We must discuss how we wish to perform the Brýde. Shall it be purely combat? Purely sex? A little of both? There are several types of Brýde we can perform to try and summon Brý, fledgling"

She looked him up and down, biting her lower lip. "I want to see what this strong body of yours can do. See why I should still call you 'Master,'" she cooed, rubbing him up and down a bit as she looked him dead in the eyes.

"Is that a challenge, fledgling?" He retorted, smirking.

"That it is."

"How do you wish to best me?"

"Make you submit, of course~"

He chuckled. "That all?"

"Nope." She reached for his large, heavy ballsack, hefting them in her claw and giving them a good squeeze. "I want to drain these until there's nothing left."

He grimaced and hissed a little as she played with his junk, though retained that dominating demeanor. "I won't go down that easy, you know."

"I know." With that, she let go of him and stepped back, keeping up her cocky attitude.

He held up the salt bag. "Now that we have decided, it is time to purify the combat space."

As per their custom, the two dragons scattered the salt evenly all over the mat, barely getting any outside the bounds of the combat space. While they did this, Cyrus quietly chanted something in the ancient language. Astrid assumed this to be a blessing or a request to Brý but she never quite learned the entirety of the ancient language yet. She wished to chant alongside her Master, but thought better of it out of respect.

Once they scattered the salt and Cyrus placed the blue pouch outside of the combat area, they then stood on opposite ends of the ring facing each other and just outside the perifery. Both of them standing straight and tall in the buff, they put their claws together in prayer and bowed to each other. This practice is custom with one-on-one combat among the dragons, be it in the Brýde, a duel, competition, or sparring.

They met in the middle, getting one last, long look at each other. Cyrus not at all hiding how much he enjoyed seeing Astrid's strong body, and Astrid not hiding her feelings for seeing Cyrus' hulking figure.

"You ready, fledgling?" Cyrus teased with a toothy grin.

"You know it~" she teased back, biting her lower lip a bit.

They both stepped back and got in their stances. Cyrus took a more wide but sturdy stance as to not be knocked over so easily, though allowed him to throw a fist or himself at Astrid. Likewise, his opponent took a similar stance fitting for her. She squared up in a more modern stance, fists up, arms more narrowed and close to her body, but loose enough she could easily go for a grapple.

The Master and student circled the ring for a moment, waiting for someone to make the first move. It wasn't long before Cyrus lunged forward just enough to try and make Astrid flinch and take a half step back - he noticed how quick and nervous her breathing seemed.

"What's the matter, fledgling?" The big, grey and yellow dragon made another sudden twitch towards her. "Scared to fight your Master?"

She flinched back again, instinctively getting her arms up and beginning to step to the side. "Just a bit nervous is all..."

"Understandable," he said as he followed her movements, making another short advancement towards her, making her step back again.

She had no clue what he had in store for her, let alone struggling to focus while they were both naked. "To be frank, I don't think I've seen you fight, Master."

He grinned, showing all of his sharp, off-white dragon teeth. "Then you're in for a treat, fledgling." Suddenly he tightened his stance to faint a straight jab to her face, which forced her to defend against it, only to duck under and shoot for her waist, looking to tackle her in a double-leg takedown. When they were both on the mat, he noticed the young dragon was trying to reverse it to get her shoulders up.

"Ring out! Ring out!" He yelled, letting go of her and quickly sliding back up. He reached out a claw to help her up.

Astrid panted as she sat herself up, grabbing for Cyrus' arm as he hoisted her to her feet. She suddenly found herself pressed right against his bigger bulk. Their scales pressed and rubbed against each other as that large arm of his reached around her waist to pull her closer. Even his tail slowly snaked around to caress hers. While getting the wind knocked out of her got her heart pumping and getting that fighting spirit going, this close, sensual moment didn't help calm her nerves. She didn't realize how much of a charmer he could be, nor how safe she felt in his arms.

Cyrus smiled down at her, keeping her nice and close. "That would've been a good counter if it was in bounds, fledgling~" He pressed against her again, letting his semi-hard cock rub against her needy pussy and seeing the desire in her eyes as he gently turned her head towards him. "Now," he cooed, "try to make the first move this time, okay?"

She slowly nodded, though never expected the sudden kiss that made any nervousness about performing this Brýde with her Master melt away.

He let go of her as soon as he broke the kiss, stepping back towards the middle of the ring again and staring at her lustfully the whole time. Even though she seemed to take her time approaching him, she had no trouble squaring right back up as soon as they were positioned to go at it again. Once she was ready, he got back into the same stance as before.

"Ready?"

She nodded. "Ready when you are!"

He chuckled and instantly launched himself at her again, though noticed she too went for him as well. However, he managed to use a sprawl technique, spreading his legs out behind him to stop her from pushing further. Despite his bulk, Cyrus was quick to adjust his stance to shove Astrid towards the mat, keeping a tight grip just under her shoulders.

"Shit!" She thought as she was suddenly squished between the salted mat and her Master. One thing she never noticed was the strong scent of his musk emanating from his sweaty chest pressing down on the back of her head. It made her dizzy, yet turned her on.

While still keeping effortless control, he immediately flipped them both around so they were on their backs. He could tell she was trying to break free between shifting her weight, using her legs and hips to keep herself elevated, even trying to fight against his bigger arms to make him let go.

"Good defense," he teased as he suddenly got on top of her to pin her shoulders to the mat. "But not good enough~"

She could feel her arms all tangled up with his as he pressed his arms and shoulders down on her chest to keep her pinned, using all his weight. More of his musk filled her nostrils as she felt those strong pecs press against her cheek. It was here she noticed how close his nipple was to her face and it gave her a sneaky idea so she wouldn't have to tap out.

"Told ya I wouldn't go easy on you, fledgling," he teased again, rocking back and forth to make sure she stayed pinned. "Don't be afraid to ta-ha-happp...." He let out a sudden moan and his eyes rolled back when he felt a slight wetness brush against one of his nipples. His arms loosened as the rest of his body seemed to release all the tension he built up from this fight so far. He struggled to maintain control when he felt his opponent slip out from under him, though managed to catch himself and rise to his knees, staring at Astrid while holding his pec.

"I was not expecting that to happen~"

"I wasn't expecting to do that~" She cooed as she rested on her knees as well, panting a bit.

He smirked as he stood up, holding out his right claw again for her to grab, which she immediately took. He then hoisted her up to her feet, though no quick romance this time.

"I want to try something."

"Give me the first shot?" She teased.

"Kind of. You're familiar with starting positions in Dyr Brýde, correct?"

She nodded.

"You want to choose your starting position and we go from there?"

"S-sure, okay." She wasn't sure if she should be on her guard or aroused - starting positions tend to be...suggestive in Dyr Brýde.

"In that case..." He said, crossing his big, grey arms over those yellow pecs. "You want top or bottom?"

Astrid struggled to focus. She knew the top position would give her an advantage for an easy pin or submission, as well as giving her easy access to play with that strong man-ass of his. But looking at that thick, semi-erect, yellow cock between his legs made her want to choose the bottom position, only to let him use her for his own, personal pleasure.

"My my, you're a dirty girl, aren't ya, hehe~" That mysterious voice was back in her head again, though felt closer this time.

"You can take all the time you want, fledgling, but I'm sure Brý won't be as patient if we just stand around all night."

"Sorry, sorry..." She took a second to decide, struggling to suppress her urges. "I'll take the top position."

He nodded and uncrossed his arms. Cyrus then got on his hands and knees, turning himself around and patting his firm, grey rump, slowly lifting his tail as if he wanted her to peg him. "Alright, fledgling, up top."

"What I would give to have a dick right now," she thought as she took her position on top. She struggled a bit at first, but managed to get herself mounted behind him with an arm wrapped around his wide frame, feeling that strong musclegut and detecting more of his musk. "By the gods I'd hump you so hard right now if I could, Master."

"No, you can't. But I want you to wear your Master down and make him your BITCH!" The voice cackled in her head.

"Fuck, I wonder how comfortable she'd feel wearing a strap-on and pegging me like this~" Cyrus thought, not caring how hard he was getting or that he began to leak onto the mat again.

"When I say 'go,' I want you two fight for my pleasure~" This time, instead of speaking to only one of them, the voice spoke to both of them now.

Astrid said nothing in response, but could hear Cyrus mutter a quiet "Yes Master..." out loud. As she waited for whoever it was to say 'go', she lightly drummed her fingers along Cyrus' tough musclegut, cluing her in on how strong he really is. His bulk that she's become so familiar with definitely wasn't just for show - she could tell these muscles belonged to a warrior.

"Three..." The voice counted down.

Cyrus closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in deep, taking in the subtle scent of Astrid's musk, along with the air of the gym. He tried not to let his guard down as he felt her softer scales covering her toned muscles press against his back and his rump. He murmured a wish to Brý in the ancient language, though made sure Astrid couldn't hear. He wanted it to be a surprise for her.

"Two..." The voice continued.

Astrid closed her eyes for a moment, briefly seeing a dragon's face flash in her mind's eye - one that she's seen before but was not familiar with...yet.

"One..."

Both fighters became tense, each of them feeling the others' muscles and getting an idea of each other's strength.

"FIGHT!!"

Neither of them realized that the voice was audible in the gym now and no longer just in their heads. But that didn't matter once they started to go at each other.

Astrid immediately tried to press herself downward against Cyrus' bulk, but was quickly met with resistance as he pushed back against her. Suddenly, as if all at once, she was on her back again with her Master crushing her again, only this time his back pressed against her. She struggled to keep her shoulders up this time as those massive, wide shoulders of her opponent covered any view she had of the ceiling and the lights above and left her with little room to maneuver.

Meanwhile, Cyrus effortlessly kept control, slowly wearing her down as she struggled beneath him. "Don't think you'll be getting out of this one, fledgling."

"Gerrt...offff...ffffuck..." She growled, still trying not to let him pin her again a third time. Her legs failed her this time as she didn't have as much room to plant her feet and lift her hips up as a defensive technique - Cyrus was practically laying on her fully.

"Come on! Are you even trying!?" He teased as she struggled beneath him.

She growled. "I'll show you trying..." She sneered. Realizing one of her arms weren't trapped, she quickly reached for her Master's front, fumbling around until she found his massive cock.

"Gggaaahh....interesting technique..." He groaned as she gripped his cock tight. It was clear she wasn't going to handle him gently, but he wasn't going to give up just yet. In fact, he likes being roughly played with. "But you're not gonna get out that easily~" He then lifted himself a little, only to slam himself down on her. Hearing a thud and subsequent squeal was enough to tell him she was pinned.

Needless to say, Astrid was starting to get frustrated and angry. What was wrong with her? Nearly every other dragon she's grappled with she could manage a couple pins or submissions – some took more effort than others, naturally. Yet here she was, naked, squished between her Master and a salted mat, all for some stupid ritual to summon a god that may or may not exist. She was starting to have her doubts on the latter, especially if her Master of all people couldn't summon Brý throughout his lifetime. Regardless of her thoughts, she struggled to breath as her opponent didn't seem to be getting off her anytime soon, so she quickly patted her claw on his musclegut to tap, which he immediately complied with.

She gasped as all that weight lifted off her chest, then immediately covered her face with her claws and groaned in frustration.

"Woah, hey, what's going on?" Cyrus asked, suddenly concerned. He stepped near her head and squatted down, reaching a claw out to try and console her, only to have it get smacked away.

She took in a few deep breaths to calm herself before speaking. "I'm just...frustrated..."

He sighed. "Astrid..." It was rare he referred to her by her actual name and not his pet name for her. "There's a reason you and your fellow students call me 'Master.' You all respect and understand I have a lot of experience in all styles of Brýde, especially Dyr Brýde. It does not surprise me you're struggling to best me."

She growled and looked away from him, noticing one of the candles was half-way melted down. Its red wax dripping all over the top of the candle stand and onto the floor beneath it. She then began to focus on the flame, again seeing the same dragon-like face she saw earlier - the same one that matched the painting of...

"Astrid..." Cyrus said, calmly.

She didn't respond, as she only focused on the one burning candle in her line of sight.

"Astrid..." He said again, a little louder this time.

Still, no response.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, reaching down to pet her cheek, tracing a finger along the side of her curled horn. Her eyes suddenly shot towards him, though he never flinched.

"Master...come closer..."

He shifted his squat to resting on one knee, leaning forward a bit.

"A little closer..."

He obliged, though wasn't sure why she was requesting this.

"Master..."

"Yes?"

"You're kind of hot..." She teased, albeit sounding a bit tired.

He chuckled and blushed a bit, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "Awwww...I mean you're pretty hot t--OWWW!!!"

Immediately he sprang back up, holding his snout as he winced at the sudden stinging pain in his face.

Astrid quickly got back to her feet. The top of her forehead and part of her horns was splattered with her Master's blood. She wasted no time and charged at Cyrus, quickly getting into her stance and throwing a flurry of short but sudden kicks and punches at him, even if he blocked every single strike she threw at him.

"Üfa huh? Good change of pace," he teased, suddenly smacking her hard in the leg with a low kick.

"Agh...you're not taking me down that easy!"

As if a sudden burst of fighting spirit filled her body, she tossed a couple feigned punches towards Cyrus as she stepped side to side. This seemed to fake him out just enough for her to quickly slip behind him and leap on his back to pull him down in a standing rear naked choke. She surprised even herself with how quick on her feet she was, given how hard Cyrus kicked her.

But that still didn't deter her from winning this fight. She locked Cyrus in as hard as she could, though his neck was massive and hard to wrap around. It seemed to be working, regardless - her Master began to struggle staying on his feet the more and more she held on. Any of those large, grey fists swinging back at her to try and get off she just took if they hit.

"Shhhh, just relax, Master~" She whispered in his ear despite the struggle.

That seemed to get him to slow down, but even he was just as resilient as her.

She growled low. "I said, relax!" She shouted, pulling him down onto the mat in the choke, immediately locking her legs around his waist to keep control of him.

"Are you...ack...serious right...now???" He uttered, "You're...taking me down...with this???"

"You bet your ass I am!" She quickly released her side arm to bash in his head a few times before reapplying it to the choke, crossing her ankles around his thick musclegut to keep him close and controlled. She noticed too how hard his cock was as it brushed against her feet, noticing a slight wetness she knew wasn't sweat. "And it seems to me you love this~"

He blushed as he continued to try and rip her off of him, ever so slowly dipping in and out of consciousness as he struggled to breath. He got so desperate as to use his talons to scratch and dig into her arms and wrists to force her to break, which in any form of Brýde is typically considered illegal or as a last-ditch effort, depending on the context. As this is an unsanctioned fight for ritual purposes, Cyrus understood this would be acceptable. Regardless, he admired Astrid for her tenacity - most dragons would immediately stop from such a counter.

He began to fade more and more, lessening his struggle to resist as his breathing slowed. Meanwhile, his cock seemed to not go limp at all despite the situation. The smell of her musk and sweat, the candles burning, the stale, musky air of the gym, even his own musk and the blood stuck in his nose kept him erect. This was one of many reasons he strived to be the Master he is today.

Meanwhile, Astrid breathed hard but steady beneath him, keeping her grip on his massive body tight even if she could tell he was fading fast.

Once she noticed he wasn't moving at all and barely breathing, she waited a moment before slowly releasing him. She struggled a bit to slip out from under him, though was half-way there already given her positioning. She got to her knees and examined her Master. Noting his bloody nose, she quickly got to her feet to find a few towels from the locker room to use to prop his head up. As she nursed him a bit, she too noticed how much her wrists stung from his talons digging into them, wincing anytime she rotated or bent them. Yet, that didn't stop her from noticing how hard he was despite all she put him through.

She gave a lustful grin, gently petting his cheek and leaning close to his ear hole. "I've been waiting for this moment ever since you accepted me," she whispered. She then shifted near his crotch and slowly stroked him, getting a feel for his girth and length, and to not be too hard on her wrists. "Fuck you're big..." Her maw watered a bit as her other claw found itself between her legs, stroking her wet pussy.

She let out a breath, staring down at that massive, tasty-looking cock in her sights. "I hope this pleases Brý as well..." she murmured in a sort of prayer before bending down. Taking him slow, she began sucking on him little by little, fitting more and more of his length in time in her drooling maw. At one point she had to rotate herself to face him for a better angle. She struggled not to gag but wanted to take all of him, no matter what. His manly, aged musk was strongest here, which got her furiously rubbing her pussy and getting her juices on the mat below. As she sucked and sucked, she gagged less and less but drooled more and more, letting out muffled moans with such a big dick in her mouth.

She was so engrossed in sucking off her KOed Master that she didn't notice the sudden cloud of dark, rose red smoke begin to form behind her, filling up a large space in the gym. If her nose wasn't full of her Master's musk, she'd smell something akin to burning timber and flesh. Eventually, she'd feel someone gingerly moving her claw away from her pussy and replace it with theirs. She jumped at such a sudden, almost burning feeling against her pussy, though her lust-filled brain never focused on it. Whoever this was began to rub her pussy slow but roughly, lifting her up by it a bit as they did so. She was about to release her maw from Cyrus' cock to see who it was, but another claw grabbed the back of her head to keep her steady.

Then, she felt this person's breath against her horn and ear hole. A familiar voice whispered to her.

"And you thought I wasn't real~"