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Dragonheart: Love Never Dies

The waterfront village was Ryan's whole world. It was where he was born; in a hovel near the wheat fields, to a farmer and his beautiful wife. It was where he grew up, accompanying his mother to the market and--very occasionally--being brought by his father out into the fields to learn how to harvest the stocks and separate the wheat from the chaff. It was where his family was, and where his friends were; the few other boys his age, who he'd occasionally run through the streets with as they played. The village was located in a river valley under the stoic watch of a large mountain range. The adults said that a dragon lived up in a cave in the mountains; a fierce monster, large and reptilian and breathing fire hot enough to scorch any who dared approach. The dragon, however, thankfully kept to itself--beyond a sheep or two occasionally going missing in the night--and the villagers in turn ignored the beast's presence. In the end, it wasn't the dragon's wrath which destroyed that idyllic village which Ryan called his home. The day was like any other. His father was working out in the fields, working hard to feed and support his family. His mother was leading him through the market by the hand, occasionally giving him a smile in between haggling for this bit of cloth or that basket of herbs. None of them--none of the villagers--noticed the group of riders making their way down the road toward their humble home.

The little boy looked down the road as he saw a cloud of dust rising in the distance. "Mama?" he asked, "What's that?" He pointed at the distance and he yelped as he was picked up and his mother carried him all the way home.

"Stay quiet, little one." His mother ran, dropping the baskets she'd been carrying in favor of holding her son. They could hear shouting rising up behind them, and then screaming. The woman shouldered the door of their hovel open, and moved through the main room to the bedroom. "Get under the bed. Quickly." She kneeled down, gently pushing the boy under the large and solid bed. "Stay here. I'll find your father. Everything will be alright, Ryan." She gave her son a--strained--smile, and then stood and rushed out of the house toward the fields.

"Don't go, Mama!" he whimpered but he didn't go after her because she told him to stay. He felt scared and alone until there was a lot of screaming.

Screaming and... the sound and smell of burning wafting in from outside. The sound of weapons clashing together. The sounds of horses whinnying and the sound of crashing. Ryan heard the door into the main room open and slam shut, and heard his mothers voice again; sobbing and trying to stifle mournful wailing.

"Mama?" whimpered Ryan peaking out from under the bed hoping everything was alright.

"Ryan!" The woman hissed to the little boy, her eyes widening. "Quiet! Stay hidden and-!" She screamed as the door was beaten in behind her, sending her crashing and sprawling to the floor. A massive, armored man moved into the room, a bloodied sword held in his hand. "Well well, what've we got here?" He grinned, his expression made demonic by the soot and blood smeared on his face and the firelight shining through the doorway behind him. He loomed over Ryan's mama, reaching down towards her as she screamed and kicked at him.

Ryan snuck up behind the man and bit his ankle before hiding back under the bed.

"Gah!" The man growled, kicking at the boy who was no longer there and looking around. "Where'd you go, you little piece of-?" Ryan's Mama threw a vase at the man, and it shattered over his helmeted head; but didn't do anything other than drawing his attention back to her. "Ryan, run! Get out of here, get out of the village!" She grabbed a heavy pan from the stove, holding it up in front of her and lashing out at the man as he stalked toward her. "Go!" "Shut up!" The man lifted his sword, and brought it down on Ryan's Mama. Then he lifted it and brought it down again, and again, as she screamed and crumpled at his feet.

Ryan stood there with tears in his eyes and he looked down the road to see his father had been pierced by an arrow. The boy did the only thing his mother told him. Run! He ran so hard he had forgotten about the legend about the dragon who lived up in that range. He kept running and running until something whistled through the air and pierced him in the back. He crumpled up on the ground and up came the same evil man that killed his mother with his sword drawn.

Panting and gasping, limping a little bit as he moved up to loom over the boy. "Little brat!" He tugged the arrow out of Ryan's back and then kicked the young boy's side, rolling him over to look up at the looming, snarling man. "Led me on a merry little chase, didn't you? But I finally got you, you little shit." He lifted his sword up high, the point aimed right at Ryan's chest, and brought it down. Ryan felt pressure in his chest. Heat--thick and sticky--forced itself up his gullet to dribble out of his mouth as he coughed and gagged. The man gave the boy another demonic grin; and then he looked upward, and his expression turned into one of fear and horror. As the world faded out around Ryan, he could hear a loud and thunderous sound. He could hear the man screaming, and then those screams being cut off. He could hear something landing on the ground next to him, and--just before he lost consciousness--felt a hand--oddly dry and weird-feeling--cup his cheek.

Suddenly, he felt life flowing back into him and his senses heightened as he could smell much better and his eyesight was like it was looking upon himself and he could hear things he hadn't been able to before.

Ryan woke up in a dark and shadowy cave; but somehow, he could see perfectly fine within it. He was laying on a pile of sheepskin, feeling fatigue in his whole body; and a dull, itching pain in his chest.

"Hello?" he called softly as he looked around and saw the sword wound in his heart, but it was all healed. He thought he heard the sound of wings flapping and something coming in.

Something massive. Something bestial; though it walked on two legs and almost looked like a large and towering man. Something reptilian, its nearly-nude body coated in bronze scales and great horns crowning its head; along with the massive wings folded on its back. A dragon. It looked to him with its burning golden eyes; and Ryan felt his heart quickening and jumping in his chest. It padded over slowly, carefully, as if trying not to spook the human, and squatted down a few paces away from Ryan. "How are you feeling?" The dragon's voice was deep, and rumbling, and had a heavy accent. But it also sounded warm and comforting.

Ryan sniffled and hugged his legs. "I wish my Mama and Papa were here," he whimpered sadly as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Mama and Papa?" The dragon's stoic face shifted a little. "Are you from the village down in the valley, little one?"

The boy nodded. "But some men came... and... and... " He couldn't bring himself to say the rest as he buried his face in his arm crying.

The dragon sighed; it was as he feared. The village was burning, and all its residents had been slain; save for the young boy sobbing on the pile of sheepskins. He shifted, seeming to come to a decision, and gently laid a hand on the boy's back. "They will not trouble you, little one. I will not let them. I shall care for you." Slowly and carefully, the dragon pulled Ryan into his arms; into a hug. Ryan felt another pulse within his chest; and that close, he could see a fresh-looking scar marring the dragon's own chest, right over the massive male's heart.

Ryan looked up at the dragon as he sat on the reptile's lap. "You... You would do that for me?" he whimpered as he sniffled and curled up in the dragon's arms.

"Of course." The dragon... smiled, the corners of his lips curling upward as he nuzzled the crown of Ryan's head. "You and I, we are connected now. Half my heart to make you whole." He reached down to press his massive hand onto the scar on Ryan's chest. "You will not perish, this day or any other. You have my oath as a dragon."

"I'm Ryan," said the young boy, "And... Can I call you Daddy?"

The dragon blinked. "I... well... my name is Draco..." He finally laughed, quiet and gentle and warm, and his tongue flicked out against Ryan's cheek. "But... yes. If you'd like, you may call me Daddy, little one."

Ryan smiled and hugged the big dragon. "Thank you for saving me, Daddy," he said softly.

"You're welcome, Ryan... my little one." Draco smiled, wrapping his arms and wings around Ryan in a gentle hug in return. "Come, are you hungry? Is there anything you need?"

"Well, I am a little hungry... But I don't know if there's anything left in the village," said Ryan seeing there was still smoke down there.

"Hm... I do have some la- ah... mutton... I was saving. Although you humans prefer it cooked, do you not?" Draco frowned when he looked to see the smoking remains of the village as well, and gently turned Ryan away from the sight.

Ryan nodded. "Who ever heard of someone eating raw meat?" asked the little boy, though he was too young to know any different.

The dragon cleared his throat. "Yes, well..." He grinned, wide and toothy to the human. "Let us see what we can manage, hm?" He moved over to a hollow in the cave wall, pulling out some sheep meat which he had stored away. He looked from Ryan, to the hunk in his hands, and sighed; and then he moved over, sat down, and held the meat up while blowing fire upon it. Eventually, he managed to roast it well enough for Ryan to eat.

Later after dinner, Ryan yawned feeling tired and he lay down on the sheep skins again.

Draco moved over to sit beside Ryan, stroking through the human's hair. He purred, and rumbled, the sound starting to gain a sonorous, song-like tune to it as he worked to lull the human to sleep.

Ryan yawned again and he fell asleep with Draco laying next to him.

The days passed, Draco cared for Ryan like the young human truly was his natural-born son; and indeed, as days turned into months, and then years, the pair eventually forgot completely that they weren't actually blood-related. Ryan began to grow up, his senses and body sharpened and strengthened by the half of Draco's heart within his chest. And as they spent time together, they found that their shared heart bound them together in other ways as well. They could feel and sense each other's emotions. They could feel the warmth in their chests whenever they spent time together. And with every beat of the two halves, the dragon Daddy and his human Son grew ever closer.

As for clothing, both males were clad in loincloths all the time so Draco could see how perfectly sculpted Ryan turned out to be after all these years.

Ryan could occasionally feel the dragon's burning gaze on him, and feel the quickening of the heart in his chest. At first, in their first few years together, he didn't understand it; but then, when he turned eighteen years of age, everything began to change between the two of them.

"Hey, Daddy?" asked Ryan when spring had come at last, "I know we share the same heart, but how does a person show love to another?"

Draco blinked. The two of them were sitting together by the river, their loincloths hung over a nearby tree branch as they rested from swimming and bathing. "Well..." The dragon glanced over to his son. "There are many different ways. The two of them hug and cuddle together all the time, and I like to nuzzle you. That's how I show my love to you." He smiled, reaching over to ruffle through Ryan's shaggy hair.

Ryan chuckled, "But what I meant was, what if they were really, really in love like how my mom and dad used to be."

"Ah." Draco shrugged. "In that case, they would mate, I suppose."

"How do they mate?" asked Ryan, "What if it was two males like us?" The human walked over to the shore and sat down on a soft patch of green grass.

Draco gazed at Ryan, that intense burning look in his eyes once more. Ryan could feel his heart flutter in his chest; his Daddy was feeling excited. "Hm... well, that depends." Draco moved over as well to sit beside Ryan. He wrapped an arm around the human's shoulders, pulling the young teen into a half-hug that rested Ryan against his Daddy's side. "Do you feel like you'd want to show your Daddy love the way your mom and dad used to with each other?"

"I do," said Ryan softly as he looked up with a longing passion that was in his eyes and it reflected in Draco's eyes as well.

"Little one..." He cupped Ryan's cheek, stroking gently. "I would like that as well. And it seems you're finally old enough for your Daddy to teach you how two who love each other mate. How... two males who love each other and mate." He moved in close, keeping his eyes locked with Ryan's, and gently flicked his tongue out against the young human's lips.

Ryan tilted his head and closed his eyes as their lips met in a kiss, passionate and deep.

"Mmm..." Draco's tongue, thick and long and sinuous, delved into his son's mouth to rub against the human's own. His large and clawed hands, meanwhile, carefully rubbed over Ryan's shoulders. Down to his biceps. Around to the developing musculature of Ryan's chest. Then one of them stroked its way lower, and brushed against something hard and fleshy and throbbing. He broke the kiss. He looked downward. He smiled; Ryan's penis was erect. "Old enough, indeed…"

Ryan looked down blushing. "Is that normal?" he asked shyly.

Draco purred, gentle and reassuring, and licked his son's blushing cheek. "It is. It means that you're aroused." He spread his legs, drawing Ryan's attention down to his own crotch; his large, full, heavy ballsack, and the long, girthy uncut shaft hanging down between his thighs. He knew full well that Ryan had seen it plenty of times before--as he'd seen the boy's much smaller shaft and sack many times before--but for the first time he allowed Ryan to see it pulsing and hardening. Growing even longer and thicker. Stiffening to full, virile erection, the foreskin pulling back to bare the plump and moist glans. "And I am too, whenever I look at you, my little one."

"Well... What happens now?" asked Ryan softly.

"Why don't we start with touching each other?' Draco purred and drew himself up, presenting his chest and stomach and crotch and thighs for the young human. "Go on, little one. Touch me. And I will... touch you in return." He reached down, wrapped a hand around Ryan's hard cock, and began to slowly rub it. "And if you'd like, we can... continue to kiss while we do so."

Ryan smiled and he kissed the dragon as his hands ran all over the dragon's torso and soon, his hand could feel Draco's cock and how hard it was.

"That is my penis, little one." His voice was husky and rumbling with pleasure. "It gets hard when I see you like this. When I feel you in my arms, and smell the scent of your body. Go on and stroke it, just like this." The dragon began to pump Ryan's erection, slow and gentle to show him how to pleasure another male.

The human kept this up as he felt Draco do the same to his own cock and it was dribbling pre from the tip.

"Mmm... that's good. Good, little one. Stroke your Daddy's penis just like that. Stroke his cock..." He growled, low and soft and lustful. "Would you like Daddy to show you how else you can pleasure a male?"

"Yes please," said Ryan softly as Draco gently lay the human down on his back upon the grass.

"You can lick your mate to pleasure them, like so." The dragon slowly dragged his tongue across Ryan's cheek, and then his neck, and finally his chest. "You can spend a long time just exploring them to find places they enjoy being licked. But by and large, almost every male enjoys having his cock licked." He moved down, nuzzling between Ryan's legs, and snuffling into his groin. Sniffing. Breathing in the scent of his son's first arousal. Then he began to lap at Ryan's ball sack. To drag it up and down the length. To swirl it around the tip.

Ryan moaned as he felt that draconic tongue pleasure his cock and it was becoming overwhelming.

Draco looked up to Ryan, smiling, and turned onto his side to show off his own pulsing and throbbing erection. "Would you like to try it, little one?"

"Yes, Daddy," said Ryan as he let his tongue run along that hard, musky length and he breathed in Draco's scent.

The dragon purred, moving to continue lapping at Ryan's cock while allowing the young human to explore his own in turn. His scent was rich and leathery, with a faint and pungent undertone of sheer masculinity. Warm and welcoming and familiar. His Daddy's scent. Draco opened his mouth wide, breathing out a humid puff over the human's crotch, and then engulfed the twitching length in his maw. Carefully, avoiding letting his teeth get near his little one's cock, he began to bob and suck with a soft moan.

Ryan moaned as he felt the urge to hump his daddy's mouth overcome him, but he held himself back from doing so.

A large, scaly hand moved to rub and pet the human's stomach, and he felt another pulse within his heart. His Daddy's warmth and love. The pair continued to suckle on each other for a long while, until Draco pulling off and nuzzled the young human's crotch. "Mm... would you like Daddy to teach you about another way for males to mate?"

Ryan pulled off as well and he kissed Draco lovingly. "Yes, Daddy," he panted softly.

The dragon smiled, nuzzling his human son, and moved up onto his knees to move over Ryan. "Lift your legs up for Daddy, little one." To be sure that Ryan understood, he gently took hold of the young human's ankles to lift Ryan's legs upward.

Ryan nodded as he pulled his legs back to reveal his tight hole to his dragon daddy.

Draco smiled at the sight, showing Ryan how to hook his hands under his knees and bend his legs to present himself. "This right here is your anus, son." He reached down, and gently began to rub a thick fingertip against that taut pucker. "When males mate each other, one of them puts his penis..." His free hand grasped his length, giving it a few pumps. "...Into here. He moves it back and forth, until his seed spurts out into his partner. In a coupling between males and females this usually leads to a child. Though it isn't unknown for the same thing to happen between two males…"

"And will you mate with me, Daddy?" asked Ryan softly, "I want to be with you more than anything."

"Ohh, Ryan..." He moved down to nuzzle the human, and give Ryan a slow and soft kiss. "The two of us share a heart, little one. We feel what the other feels, and understand each other better than any other coupling. And I..." He blushed, and flicked his tongue against Ryan's cheek. "In truth, I feel similar. I have long awaited this day... and would be overjoyed to have you as my mate. Ryan... my precious little one..." He smiled, warm and soft and loving. "I love you."

"I love you too," whimpered Ryan softly and kissed his daddy lovingly as he wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck and he moaned as he felt his insides open up when he felt Draco's fingers enter his tail hole.

Gently pressing in. Slow and careful to give the virginal ring time to adjust around them. Draco moaned into the kiss as he began to rub and tease the human's inner walls, seeking out and quickly finding the firm little bud hidden within them. "Haaah... how does it feel, little one? Any pain or discomfort?"

"It feels.... Amazing," moaned Ryan panting as his cock was throbbing and leaking pre.

"Good. Would you like Daddy to make it feel even better?" He winked, and then moved down to press his nose to that opened hole. Sniffing. Snuffling. Breathing in the scent of the younger man, and then slowly pushing his thick and wriggling tongue into Ryan's back passage.

"Ye-Yes," moaned Ryan as he shivered from the rim job he was getting.

In and out, gently fucking the human with his slick tongue. Pushing it in deep, and letting it squirm within Ryan's depths. Tasting his son's virginal hole, and then pulling out to lap over it before moving into position over it. "I think you're about ready." His thick cocktip pressed to Ryan's pucker, and he looked into the young human's eyes.

Ryan looked up at the dragon who raised him into the fine young man he was today and nodded and he moaned as he finally felt his daddy's cock enter inside him.

Draco was slow and careful, wrapping Ryan up into a tender and loving embrace as he penetrated his son for the first time. He purred and nuzzled the human's temples and licked Ryan's cheek as his cock slid in deeper. Deeper. Hilted, stretching the boy's inner walls around its considerable length and girth. "Ohhh, my little one..."

"Oh... I've always dreamed of being like this... Being held as your mate," moaned Ryan as he felt his prostate being rubbed against Draco's cock. It made his cock dribble more pre and he was almost close to climax already.

"Mmm... then I am glad to make your dream come true, my little one." He nuzzled Ryan, working faster and faster into that tight and clinging passage, and gazed down at the human with his burning, golden eyes full of love. "My mate…"

"I... I feel something," whimpered Ryan and he cried out as something white came out and splattered onto his chest, "What... Is this?"

"Shhh..." Draco stroked and nuzzled Ryan's cheek. "It's your seed, little one. It comes out of your penis when you orgasm... or basically, when you feel really good during mating." He huffed and panted. "I'm about to... mmm... shoot my seed inside you. So... get ready for it...!" He groaned, slammed inside of Ryan to the hilt, and crooned out his own orgasm as he held the human close and tight.

Ryan whimpered and hugged Draco tightly kissing the dragon deeply.

And Draco hugged and kissed Ryan in return, laying down with the human held in his embrace. "I love you, Ryan... my mate." He smiled, gently stroking the human's chest and belly.

The human smiled and hugged the dragon above him. "I love you too, Daddy," said Ryan snuggling closer. As the years passed, Ryan had grown taller and muscular. He had become an excellent hunter and tracker.

Draco was proud of his son and mate, watching as the human grew up and eager to guide the human into manhood. As the years passed, Ryan never found occasion to think about who it was who had razed his village. However, in a castle perched high upon a peak above a bustling city, the one who ordered that atrocity was brooding. Planning. Filled with envy and hatred as impatience brewed within him. His dark desires had so far gone unfulfilled.

He was making his way down to the dungeons and there he stood... At three feet tall. "Thelonious, I'm ready," said the midget, "Bring in the cookie." He chuckled as his henchman brought in a squirming gingerbread man with his legs broken off. "Run run run as fast as you can," mimicked the little man, "You can't catch me. I'm the Gingerbread man."

"You're a monster...!" The Gingerbread man struggled in his bonds, glaring at the short man with as much hatred as a cookie could muster.

"I'm not the monster here. You are!" snapped the little man, "You and the rest of that fairy tale trash poisoning my perfect world. But I know I haven't got them all yet. Now tell me, where are the others?"

The gingerbread man spat in the human's face. "Eat me!"

The little man growled as he wiped the icing off his face. "I tried to be fair to you creatures, but now my patience has finally reached its end," snarled the little man as he reached down upon a gum drop, "Tell me or I'll..."

"No, no! Not the buttons!" The cookie whimpered. "Not my gumdrop buttons..."

"Alright then," said the midget, "Tell me, who is hiding them?"

"Okay... okay..." The gingerbread man's eyes darted around. "Do... you... know... the muffin man?"

"The muffin man?" asked the midget raising an eyebrow.

"The muffin man..." The gingerbread nodded, biting his lip as his voice came out in a reluctant murmur.

"Yes, I know the muffin man," said the midget, "Who lives on Drury lane?"

Again, the cookie nodded. Then he looked around, and moved to push him up so he could lean as far towards Lord Farquaad as he could. "Well... she's married to the muffin man."

"The muffin man?" asked Farquaad leaning in.

"The muffin man!"

"Married to the Muffin Man," thought Farquaad as he heard one of his men enter the room and it was the same one who killed Ryan's parents.

"My lord!" The heavily-scarred man--he claimed to have gotten his wounds from a battle with a dragon, though few actually believed him--bowed. "We've found it."

"Then what're you waiting for? Bring it in," said Farquaad saw his men carry in a large mirror.

They hung it up on a hooked chain hanging from the ceiling against the wall. And as Farquaad approached, the mists swirling in the dark void behind the glass resolved into an eyeless, pallid mask.

"Mirror Mirror on the wall, is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all?" asked Farquaad.

"A kingdom fair requires a king," the mirror intoned. "And perfection is not so easy a thing."

"Thelonious?" asked Farquaad as his henchmen held up a hand mirror and smashed it. The midget turned his attention back to the mirror. "You were saying?" he asked.

"Ahhhh, I..." The magic mirror cleared its throat. "A future king before me I see, I beg forgiveness for my blasphemy."

"That's better," said Farquaad, "Now tell me, what must I do to reach ultimate perfection?"

"Perfection is a road that must be traveled, but there are few such mysteries which can't be unravelled. A key to it, or at least a start: you must procure a dragon's heart."

"Go on," said Farquaad raising an eyebrow.

"A dragon's strength to purify weakness, his fire to burn away human meekness." The magic mirror looked to Farquaad. "With a dragon's heart beating in your chest, perfect you'll be, so all will attest."

"Excellent," said Farquaad, "Except for the rest of the dragon. I'll need to find someone else to find it and bring it back to me."

"A former knight dwells within your lands, disgraced Bowen, whose blood-soaked hands, have ended many a dragon's life; call him to you, he shall be your knife."

"Splendid!" said Farquaad as he turned to his scarred henchman, "Go fetch Bowen!"

"At once, your majesty." The scarred henchman scowled, but bowed and turned to obey his lord's order.

Scar rode out, but he had no idea where Bowen could be. He searched and searched until that afternoon when he was riding through a field, there was a roar.

He immediately froze at the sound of it, throwing himself off his horse to duck low to the ground. Something flew overhead, and then another something galloped past him--nearly trampling the prone man--with a loud whoop. There was the sound of a crossbow firing, another roar, and then a crash. He pushed himself up, watching as a long-haired man in leather armor grappled with a thrashing and roaring dragon. Blood soaked the ground, pouring from around the crossbow bolts in the monster's throat and shoulder. Finally, the man pinned the dragon down forced his long blade to the hilt into its chest. The dragon let out one last roar and then fell limp; dead.

"That... Was... Amazing!" said Scar, "Lord Farquaad will be pleased." He walked over to the man. "Excuse me, sir. Are you Sir Bowen?" he asked.

"Maybe." The man tugged his sword free of the dragon's chest, then plunged it right back in again. "Who wants to know?" Tugged it out, and then stabbed the already-dead beast once more. He twisted the blade a few times, and then wrenched it free before standing and looking to Scar.

"His excellency, Lord Farquaad, wishes to seek an audience for you," said Scar, "And there will be a bountiful reward for what he has in mind for you."

"Lord Farquaad, huh?" Bowen snorted, flicked his sword a couple times to get the blood off, and then pulled a cloth out to wipe it clean before sheathing it. "And what exactly does his excellency have in mind for me?"

"Finding and delivering a dragon's heart," said Scar grinning.

"Hmph. Well, wish he'd told me that before I finished with this bastard." He kicked the scaly corpse at his feet, and then hocked and spat at it. "But I can track down another lizard for him, sure. And this time, I'll make sure to leave the heart intact when I tear it out of the creature's chest." He grinned, wide and bloodthirsty.

"Good," said Scar, "And I know just the place where you can find one." He thought back to the dragon that gave him his scars and he told Bowen all about the village that he "protected" but a dragon had destroyed it and took a boy hostage.

"Another bastard lizard burning down villages, hm?" The ex-knight scowled, and gripped the hilt of his sword hard enough for the fist to shake. "And it's taken a boy hostage, hm? I shudder to think what the thing's doing to him. Just point me in the direction of its lair and I'll take care of the beastie."

"Thought you'd never ask," said Scar as he held up a map and pointed to a waterfront that was once a rich farm land.

Bowen tugged the map out of Scar's hands and nodded. "Thank you. Tell Lord Farquaad I'll have the heart for him within a few days." With that he made his way over to his horse, hopping up onto the black-furred horse--stallion, Scar couldn't help noticing as it turned--and galloping off towards the remains of the waterfront village.

Meanwhile, a muscular young man was swinging through the treetops having the time of his life and panting. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" he called to the dragon who was high in the sky as they both raced to the lake for a swim.

"Hah! That's no way to talk about yourself, lad!" The dragon's wings flapped, and then folded against his back as he dove towards the lake; dropping out of the sky like a stone towards the water.

But then Ryan swung out of the trees and dove first into the water. He resurfaced and laughed. "I win!" he called.

Draco splashed into the water just a second later, and resurfaced with a playful scowl on his face. Then he smirked, puffed his cheeks out, and spat a stream of water at the human.

Ryan squealed and playfully splashed the dragon back before swimming up to his daddy and kissed him. "That was fun," he panted.

The dragon's arms wrapped around the human as they lazily floated in the water together. Their bodies--completely nude--pressed and rubbed together, Draco's large and bulky form against Ryan's toned and built and matured one. "It really was. And now..." Another smirk, warm and tender, and a flick of the dragon's tongue against the man's cheek. "You get to choose your prize."

"How about... I top you?" said Ryan smirking playfully when Draco sniffed the air, "What is it?"

"A newcomer." The dragon moved to block the human from sight of the shore, looking around. "I thought I smelled it just as the wind shifted, but-" He cut himself of, turned and surged forward to grab Ryan and pull him under the water. Seconds later, a crossbow bolt hit the surface; it barely missed Draco as the dragon twisted out of the way, pulling Ryan along as he swam fast as a bolt of lightning through the water towards the opposite shore from where the shot had come from.

They both surfaced with Ryan coughing. "What's going on, Daddy?" he asked worriedly looking up at Draco with concern.

"Someone's attacking us." He pulled Ryan onto the shore, and then pushed the human towards a tangle of brush. "Hide. I'll take care of it." He then turned, scanning the opposite shore with a scowl on his face and a growl rumbling in his throat. There. That rider on the dark horse galloping towards them, a crossbow in his hand. The rider was loading another bolt, and Draco roared and quickly shot into the sky to draw attention away from Ryan.

But Ryan, having been skilled as an archer himself, was not gonna let Draco handle the intruder himself. He rushed toward the beach and grabbed his quiver and bow and ran after Draco but he kept himself hidden from the rider. He could see the crossbow the knight was loading. He shot an arrow and it broke the string of the crossbow making the bolt fall out.

"Wha-?!" The rider pulled his horse up short, looking to his broken crossbow, and then Draco dived down to knock the human from his horse. "BLASTED-!" Draco roared, and the horse whinnied in fear and reared. The rider had to duck and cover himself to keep from being trampled as it bolted. Then the man rolled to his feet, pulling a sword free from its sheath and roaring back at Draco. "COWARD LIZARD! GET DOWN HERE AND FACE MY BLADE!" Draco dropped down, landing about 20 paces from the human and letting out a growl.

But then another arrow came from the trees in front of the rider. Then Ryan climbed down with his bow and arrow at the ready. "If you want my dad, you have to go through me," he said, "What's he ever done to you?"

"Dad...?" Bowen blinked at that, and then turned his furious gaze onto Draco once more. "You bastard... what've you done to this one, hm? Used your magic to turn him into one of your thralls?" "The boy's mind and heart are free." Draco drew himself up, crossing his arms and snorting. "Answer his question, sir. Who are you who comes attacking us?" "My name is Bowen. Sir Bowen." Bowen slashed the air and pointed his sword at the dragon. "Killer of dragons like you, who raze and burn villages to your foul hearts' desire. And speaking of..." The point of his blade moved towards Draco's chest. "I've come for that heart, but my employer never said what I had to do with the rest of you."

"Draco's never done any of that!" said Ryan stepping in between them, "And your employer might be disappointed because I already share my adoptive father's heart. And it seems to me that you're the foul monster here, sir!"

Bowen's scowl just grew more infuriated as he stared at Draco over Ryan's shoulder. "Quiet, boy. Once I spill that bastards blood, you'll come to your senses. Now you... stop using the boy as a shield and fight me, dragon!" Draco placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Step aside, lad." He looked down to his son, a reassuring expression on his face. "He won't listen to reason, so let's give him what he wants."

"Daddy, what're you saying?" asked Ryan worriedly, "I lost my mom and dad to those bandits. I'm not gonna lose you too."

"And you won't, I swear it." He tipped a wink to Ryan, and then looked to Bowen. "If I give you the duel you seek, sir knight, will you swear by the Old Code that you will not harm the boy?" Bowen froze, staring wide-eyed at the dragon. Then he grunted and nodded. "I swear. My quarrel is with you alone, lizard." He spat the word like it was the harshest curse he could invoke. "Now come on and face me. And if you dare invoke the Old Code on me again..." He growled that last part out, letting it hang in the air for a long moment. Draco nodded. He gently turned Ryan to face him, and flicked his tongue against the young man's forehead. "Trust me, Ryan."

"I love you," said Ryan softly. He sat on the side as he watched the duel and it seemed Draco was winning until an arrow pierced Ryan's shoulder causing Draco to recoil in pain as well. There came Scar and his band of men coming up armed. "Well done, Bowen," he said, "We have the cage all ready for the beast."

"What are you doing?" The knight moved in front of both Ryan and Draco, standing in between Scar and his men. "I told you, I would handle this." He looked to the young man, scowled, and glared hatred at the man who'd shot Ryan. "And what are you thinking shooting an innocent boy! Didn't you tell me he was the dragon's hostage?" He lifted his sword towards the band of men.

"Oh, did I?" asked Scar, "This was the brat that I stabbed in the heart 14 years ago after my band and I destroyed his village." "You!" said Ryan growling but then some soldiers came up and cuffed him and dragged him off leaving Draco on the ground panting and groaning in pain as he shared his son's pain as well as lifeline.

"Nnngh... Bowen!" Dracos words were filled with pain and anger, growling out as he looked to the knight. "Save Ryan. I... I beg you." Bowen gritted his teeth. He scowled. He looked down to the dragon, grunted, and nodded. "Our duel isn't over, dragon. It's just being put on hold." With that he helped Draco to his feet. Then he looked around at the ground to find Ryan's quiver and bow, picking them up and nocking an arrow. "Your... boy... has a good aim, lizard. I'll give him--and you--that." He sighted the arrow, aiming it at one of the men who was holding Ryan captive, and let it fly. With a thunk it struck true, right in the soldier's throat.

Ryan then elbowed the other one holding him and made a dash for it to Draco, who pulled the arrow out of his son's arm and both of them yelped in pain.

"Nnngh... are you alright, son?" Draco nuzzled Ryan's temple, purring comfortingly to the young man as he held him in a tight and loving embrace. Bowen, meanwhile, nocked another arrow and fired. He was aiming at scar, but another one of the bandit's men moved forward and caught the arrow in the eye socket.

"I am now," he said hugging Draco and he looked up to see Scar escaping. "He's getting away," said Ryan.

"He will not." He looked to Bowen, and nodded. "Keep the others occupied. I'll do what I should've done years ago." He flapped his wings, taking off into the sky. Bowen just grunted, firing off a few more arrows. When soldiers rushed forward to attack him and Ryan, he cut them down with his sword. Draco, meanwhile, divebombed out of the sky towards Scar, ready to blast the bandit with his fire.

Scar screamed in pain and he was no more after Draco blasted the man off his horse. Back with Ryan, he was whimpering from the shoulder wound and losing a lot of blood.

Bowen kneeled down beside the human, pressing a cloth to the wound. "Easy, boy. Easy. I know it hurts." He scowled. "Blasted dragon. Lucky he didn't tear one of your arteries..." He compressed the wound, tying the cloth tight around it. "There. That'll stop the bleeding for the time being. We'll need to find some herbs to stave off infection and get you a better dressing..." Draco landed beside the pair, groaning and stumbling a bit. "Ryan... is he okay? Is my son okay?" "Yes, he is. No thanks to you." He snorted, glaring and the dragon. "Stop your nonsense. You'd think it was you losing all this blood, not the boy."

"No... Draco saved me when I was seven years old... His heart is my heart... I love him," said Ryan, "And what do you know about love, knight?"

The knight scowled, and looked away. "Please. A dragon, giving his heart to a human? Ridiculous." "It's true." The dragon drew himself up to show his chest, and traced the scar at its center. Then, he gently lifted Ryan's shirt to show the scar on the young man's chest. "We are bound. Half my heart within him. So if I die..." He glared to Bowen. "He dies." Bowen stared, furrowing his brow and thinking. "And I suppose it works vice-versa, hm?" "That's right. So you have two options here, sir knight." Draco huffed. "You can either leave Ryan to die, and thereby rid the world of one more 'bastard lizard', or... you can uphold your oath, and help me save my son." Bowen snorted, and Draco's eyes narrowed. "Your blade defends the helpless, does it not, knight? Does your might not uphold the weak?" "I told you not to invoke the Old Code on me again, dragon." Bowen finally sighed. "...There's a village not too far from here, with a healer who should be able to help him. I can take him there, and pay for his treatment."

"That village was abandoned long ago," said Ryan, "It used to be my home before Scar and his men destroyed it.... That man even killed my parents."

"Not that one, boy. It's further down the river, past the forest." He snorted, and then grew quiet. "I am sorry to hear that, though. He told me that it was the dragon who destroyed that village, like-..." He cut himself off. "Well, guess that liar got what he deserved in the end." "Indeed." Draco nodded, and then gave Bowen a glare. "I do have a name, though, you know." "Yes." Bowen glared back. "Bastard Lizard." "It's Draco, actually." "Hm... I prefer what I said, actually."

Ryan scowled and smacked Bowen's head. "Watch it," he said, "I may be injured, but I'm not down yet."

"Ow! You little-" snarled the knight but Draco growled making Bowen let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, alright." He stood, and looked around. "Well, since someone spooked my horse and drove it off, looks like we'll have to walk." He looked down to Ryan. "You can walk, can't you?" "I can carry him." Draco gently pulled Ryan into his arms and lifted him, cradling the man as easily as he did back when Ryan was still a child. "And cause a panic in the village?" Bowen snorted. "Well, sir knight, we'll just have to switch off once we reach said village, won't we?"

"But I want to stay with you," said Ryan looking up at Draco and hugging the dragon but then he felt something wet on Draco's shoulder. "Daddy... You're bleeding... Like my shoulder is," he gasped.

"Mmmf... don't worry, little one." Draco forced a smile, though Ryan could see how strained it was. "Your Daddy's strong. I can manage it." Bowen looked between the two for a long moment. Then he sighed, shrugging his leather breastplate off and then pulling his shirt off as well. "Put him down, and let me wrap your shoulder. So you don't go bleeding all over the place." Both Draco and Ryan could see the knights bare upper body. Toned and trim. Strong muscles, with just a hint of soft fat padding the stomach. A fine coating of hair of his chest, which ran in a line down over his navel and then beneath his belt.

"Do you really hate dragons that much?" asked Ryan as he was set upon the ground while Bowen attended Draco.

"Mm." Bowen was significantly rougher with Draco than he had been with Ryan, tearing his shirt into strips to press against and wrap around the dragon's wounded shoulder, but Draco didn't seem willing to let it get to him. "And why shouldn't I? They're terrible beasts to a one, razing villages, stealing livestock, and killing humans without a care." "Hey, we only take livestock when they're left sitting out." The dragon received a glare from the knight, and snorted. "As for the rest of that, I know not what you're talking about. When you humans leave us alone, we leave you alone." "Oh, please. You might not have burned this village down, but you've probably razed plenty others. I know what kind of thirst for destruction your monsters have…"

"Then why did he raise me in the forest this whole time?" asked Ryan and that caught Bowen off his guard.

"He... he did...?" He looked between the dragon and the human. "Aye, I did." The dragon nodded, looking to Bowen. The knight let out another snort and resumed dressing Draco's wound. "You probably only did it because he has half your heart. Need your little lifeline to stay safe and all that." "How dare you." Draco snarled. "I love Ryan as though he were my own sired son. And I would suggest you remember that, knight." Bowen flinched back, and then huffed. "Alright, alright." Awkward silence fell between the three until Bowen finished tying the last knot. "There. That should hold tight until we reach the village."

It was a long walk and at last, they made it by nightfall. However, Ryan wouldn't leave Draco's side. After a much heated discussion, Bowen agreed to bring the healer to Draco and Ryan.

"This is a stupid idea, just so you know." Bowen sighed. "I'll have to pay him double just to keep him quiet..." He continued to grumble as he moved off into the village, leaving Ryan and Draco alone. The dragon sighed, settling onto the ground and pulling Ryan into his arms. "Are you sure about this, my little one? I don't want my presence here to put you into any danger."

"Well, I could never forgive myself if I was the only one being healed," said Ryan, "I love you."

Draco smiled, and nuzzled Ryan's temple. "I love you too, Ryan. My son." He purred, and flicked his tongue across the human's lips. "My mate."

Soon, they heard footsteps coming up and Bowen brought over a man that looked more like a scholar.

"Now, I need you to not make a scene, and to keep utmost discretion. Do you understand me?" "Of course." The scholarly man nodded. "I have taken an oath of utmost discretion for my patients, and I will not..." He trailed off, freezing in his tracks when he caught sight of Draco. "...By God's own hooks…!"

"Please, sir," said Ryan as he showed their shared wounds and the scholar had lost his shock and was overtaken by fascination as he set to work at once.

"Amazing. Simply amazing. The physical resonance between the two..." He went back and forth from Ryan's arm to Draco's examining the wounds closely. "Physically, they're exactly identical, right down to shape and size of the laceration. This is incredible...!" Bowen cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm sure it's... fascinating. But can you help them?" "Hm? Oh, yes, yes. A simple tincture soaked into a cloth and wrapped around the wound will have them both feeling right as rain, no problem." He looked up, looking from Ryan to Draco. "However, I'd be fascinated to learn how exactly this is possible."

"Daddy? Should I tell him or should you?" asked Ryan looking up at Draco as the doctor was wrapping up the human first.

The healer lifted a brow at that, glancing to Bowen, and the knight just huffed and shook his head. Draco sighed. "When the boy was young he suffered a mortal wound to the heart. I saved him, rescued him, and healed him. In short, I was able to replace the wounded part of his heart with half of mine. This bound us together, so that we feel what the other feels. And, it seems, experience the same things the other experiences..." "Hmm, I see." The healer hummed in thought. "Yes... yes, that makes sense. Dragons have been known for... hmm... that would explain it..." Now it was Draco's turn to lift a brow. "Do you know much of dragons, sir... uh...?" "Oh! How rude of me." The scholarly man smiled. "My name is Dr. Gilbert. And though there's... very little actually written down about dragons, I've tried to study what I can. Needless to say, it's an honor."

"And would you believe I was raised by him after he shared his heart with mine?" asked Ryan as he snuggled up with Draco.

The dragon purred with an indulgent smile, and nuzzled Ryan's temple. "Indeed. I took responsibility for young Ryan's life, and so pledged to do all I can to give him the life he deserves." Bowen snorted at that from the sidelines, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. Dr. Gilbert shot the sour-faced knight a look, and then smiled to the pair as he moved to tend Draco's wound as well. "Very fascinating. If you two wouldn't mind hanging around the village for a while during the healing process, would you mind telling me more about... well, everything?" "Bad idea." Bowen moved forward. "We're already taking a huge risk with this, Gil. What'll happen if one of the other villagers see him?"

"Then I'll protect my dragon father," said Ryan, "And what does a bounty hunter know about honor anyway?"

Bowen scowled, glaring down at Ryan. "You should be careful, boy. That tongue of yours'll get you in a lot of trouble one day." He snorted, looking between Ryan and Draco. "I know far more about honor than some bastard lizard and his lifeline." With that, the knight turned on his heel and stalked away towards the village. "Bowen, wait!" Dr. Gilbert called out to the knight, and then sighed and looked to Ryan and Draco. "I'm sorry about him. "There is much anger in that heart of his." Draco rumbled. "Very unbecoming for a knight." "Ex-knight." The human doctor let out a long sigh. "He's been like that ever since... ever since his home village was burned down. By a..." He glanced to the dragon.

"What makes him think it was a dragon who did it? For all we know it was probably done by some man like Scar," said Ryan.

Dr. Gilbert shook his head. "He saw it with his own eyes. The dragon rampaging through the village, breathing fire and dealing death. He watched it..." Dr. Gilbert took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "He watched it... torch the home of the girl he was to be wedded to. With them still inside..." Draco's brow narrowed. "There must be some mistake. A dragon would never." He seemed to sink into deep thought. Rumbling to himself as he stroked Ryan's back and through his hair. Dr. Gilbert cleared his throat. "Well, ah, the dressing's done. You two should be right as rain within the week. Though I'd prefer being able to check on the progress of your healing." He looked between the two. "Do you have somewhere to stay nearby, or...?" "We'll manage." Draco nodded to the human. "Thank you, Dr. Gilbert."

"Tell me, did he get a good look at what this other dragon look like?" asked Ryan confused.

"Yes." The human doctor nodded. "He looked much like your friend here, though his scales were blue. And his horns were smaller." "Blue scales..." Draco hummed. "Tell me, was his right-front horn chipped, and did he have a patch of missing scales on his side, around here?" The dragon rubbed at the side of his torso." "Yes, that... that's exactly right, actually." Dr. Gilbert blinked. "How did you know?" Draco snorted. "We dragons make ourselves familiar with the other dragons whose territory borders our own. That sounds like Siveth. He was a young... well, younger... dragon who lived in the mountains to the north of my cave." "The mountains to the north... that's where Bowen was from." "What else?" Draco leaned forward. "Was he frenzied? Mad? He was one of the most even-tempered dragons I've ever known, I do not believe he would have razed a human village."

"You mean he was forced to do it, Daddy?" asked Ryan concerned and hoping Draco would have the answer and Bowen looked in hearing everything quietly.

"I believe so." Draco nodded. "I don't know who, or why, but someone forced Siveth into burning that village." "I see..." Dr. Gilbert looked downward, and uncomfortable silence fell between the three. "Well, for now, the two of you need to rest. I'll come back to check in with you in the morning. And... I'll find Bowen and have a talk with him." Draco nodded. "Thank you once more." The doctor smiled, standing and brushing himself off. Unnoticed by any of them Bowen slipped into the night and headed towards the village once more, teeth gritted to keep the tears brimming in his eyes from falling. "Well, have a good night, you two." Dr. Gilbert bowed to the pair, and then he too made his way back to the village.

Ryan smiled as he kissed Draco lovingly. "I'm glad you're alright," he said softly.

The dragon purred, cupping his son's cheek and giving him a warm smile. "I should be the one saying that to you." His wings and arms wrapping around Ryan in a tight embrace. "When those men took you, and I could do nothing, I..." He buried his snout in the crook of the human's neck.

"I never lost faith in you, Daddy," said Ryan snuggling closer into Draco's arms, "Even if it meant never seeing you, at least I had the chance to truly fall in love with you. But I will never stop believing in you and all the good that dragons have done for this world."

"Oh, my son. My precious little one." Draco flicked his tongue against Ryan's forehead, then his cheek, and finally his lips before pressing into a kiss with the human. "I love you so much, my little mate. With all my heart, my soul..." He grinned, playful. "And my body. And speaking of, before we were so rudely interrupted..." His hands stroked down to Ryan's hips. "I do believe you said something about topping your Daddy, hm…?"

Ryan smirked. "Lift your legs up and spread them apart for me," he said as he removed his loincloth and stroked his long, hard cock.

The dragon crooned, pulling his own loincloth off and laying back to splay himself on the ground. He lifted and crooked his legs, displaying himself for the human; his long and dribbling erection, his full and heavy ballsack, and--there, in the cleft where his rump met his thick tail--the dragon's tight, winking hole.

The human grinned as he leaned down to push his tongue in and out of that tight pucker as well as fingering it so he could get his cock in easily.

"Nnngh... mmm... that's the way, my little one. Just like that." He groaned, long and low and full of burning lust. "How does you Daddy's hole taste, son? It's remained untouched for centuries... since your Daddy was your age, and his Daddy taught him how to mate between two males."

"It tastes wonderful," said Ryan as he kissed his father lovingly and pushed his cock deep inside the dragon.

"Haah... I'm so glad..." Draco pulled Ryan down atop himself, groaning and panting as he felt the human's cock inside him. Stretching his passage. Plunging his depths. Pressing right on that spot within him which scent fire raging through his groin and belly. "I love you, son. Breed me, please…"

Ryan grunted and kissed Draco as he humped the dragon. "With pleasure," he growled as he humped faster.

Draco rocked his hips in turn, meeting every one of the human's thrusts. With every slam of Ryan's hips against his rump and tailbase, his cock jumped and throbbed and bounced on his flat stomach. He grunted, snarling in pleasure as he felt his balls draw up in preparation to shoot their load.

"Daddy... I'm gonna cum," whimpered Ryan panting as he was getting close to climax and getting ready to breed his daddy.

"Do it inside me, little one." Draco pulled Ryan into a kiss. "Fill Daddy with your seed..." He panted. He gasped. He stifled a roar as his hips bucked and his cock erupted between them, splashing them both with the dragon's thick, musky cum.

Ryan groaned and buried his cock deep inside Draco breeding his daddy and collapsing into the dragon's arms. "I love you, Daddy," he panted.

"And I love you, Son." Draco purred and nuzzled Ryan, wrapping his arms around the human as the pair drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Bowen returned to see Draco had Ryan asleep in his arms using his wings as a blanket.

He looked over them for a long moment, seeing the way the dragon's cheek was nuzzled against the human's temple. His lips pursed, and his gaze dropped downward; then his eyes flew wide open and he quickly turned away, cheeks burning red. The pair was naked. And judging by the smears and the faint smell still lingering in the air, they were a lot closer than just 'Daddy' and 'son'. He moved away, into a nearby clearing, trying to breathe in deep and shake away his thoughts. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it and the scabbard of his sword aside, going into a few exercises with his blade.

Ryan yawned as he heard the faint swishing sounds of a sword in the air and he looked over to the side to see a shirtless Bowen practicing with his sword.

His long hair whipping with the movements. His muscles--built and sculpted--working and flexing. Faint beads of sweat already running down his chest; catching in the faint dusting of hair down his frontside from his pecs to the tufts below his belt and in his armpits. A look of concentration on his face as he moved from one stance to the next.

Ryan smirked as he got up, slipped on his loincloth and nudged Draco awake. "You know, he's not half bad... for an ex-knight," said Ryan, "By the way, what is this 'Old Code' you keep reminding him of?"

"Nnngh..." Draco sat up, stretching and moaning; completely shameless in his nudity. He stood up, flapping his wings and whipping his tail a few times to work out the kinks. Only then did he bend over, giving Ryan quite the show, to pick up his loincloth and pull it on. "Hm... well, it's the Knight's Code of Valor. It's said that it was the oath sworn by the knights of King Arthur himself." Draco nodded to Bowen. "Though our ex-knight here could probably tell you far more than I." "I can hear you, you know." Bowen grunted, swinging his sword a few more times and then looking over to the pair. They caught his eyes flicking downward before he turned away again. "Good, you two are at least a little decent."

"And you seem more attractive this way," said Ryan smirking, "I kind of like you without your tunic on. You should do it more often."

"Oh?" Bowen glanced over, his own eyes running up and down the younger man's chest a few times. "So you're saying you like what you see." "Indeed, he does. I should know." Draco nuzzled Ryan's temple, which just served to make Bowen snort and turn away; but not before both the human and the dragon caught the hot blush on his face. "In fact, I'd go so far as to say my son might have a little crush on you." "Your son, huh...?" Bowen gave the dragon a flat stare, his cheeks still red. "You sure that's the only thing going on between you?"

"Oh... you mean you saw... " Ryan blushed as he looked at Draco, "Well... Let's just say it's another way of expressing our love for each other. And what is the Old Code? What's the oath?"

"Smooth recovery, boy." Bowen snorted. "What you and the ba-... the dragon do with each other is your business." He sighed, stretching and cracking his neck. "As for the Old Code, it's what knights... should live their lives by." His expression grew softer as he looked off into the distance. "A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the week, his word speaks only truth." His voice dropped into a quiet murmur. "His wrath undoes the wicked."

"That's beautiful," said Ryan feeling fascinated, "So... How about a sparring match between you and me, handsome?"

"A sparring match?" Bowen hummed in thought, looking from Draco to Ryan and back again. "...You know, dragon, you and me still have our duel to take care of." "And I would be glad to give it to you. However, my son wishes to demonstrate his prowess first. And who better to test himself against than an ex-knight." "Hm. Alright." Bowen nodded. "Wait here for a moment. I'll get a few practice swords for us." He returned to the village and came back with the practice swords, taking no more than a few minutes. He handed one of the wooden swords to Ryan. "First, let's see if you learned proper stance watching me, boy."

"I was talking about hand to hand combat," said Ryan as he watched Bowen set his practice sword high and with one swipe, Ryan knocked it out of Bowen's hand... much to the ex-knight's surprise.

Bowen's brow perked up. He shook the slight sting out of his hand. He grinned, and nodded. "Alright then, boy. Have it your way. Hand to hand combat, basic grapple rules. Sound good?" He dropped into a ready stance. "Come at me."

"Fine by me," said Ryan as he stepped forward and held out his hand to shake. Bowen, raising an eyebrow, shook it, but then Ryan grabbed his arm and flipped the knight around in a circle making him land on his back. "Bet you didn't see that coming, huh?" chuckled Ryan.

"Nngh... a sneak attack. Not exactly valorous..." The ex-knight grinned, shifting his grip on Ryan's wrist and pulling the human down flip over and pin him. "You'd make a poor knight, boy." The words had no real heat or anger to him, Bowen's tone light and teasing.

"You're one to talk," said Ryan as he looked up at Bowen while brushing some hair out of the knight's face and they paused a while before they found themselves leaning and their lips finally met in a kiss.

"You're right about that..." Bowen huffed out the self-deprecating words, gazing down at the younger man beneath him. He glanced over to Draco, who had settled himself down in the grass to watch the pair; and was smiling, a burning light glimmering in his eyes as he looked over the humans' bodies. The knight cleared his throat, and met Ryan's gaze once more. "So... crush, huh?"

"Wanna take it one step further?" asked Ryan as he flipped them over so he was on top and the two shirtless men were trying to pin each other but it was Ryan who won.

Bowen didn't seem to mind at all, judging by the way his hands stroked Ryan's shoulders and sides; and judging by the large tent he'd pitched in his pants. He grunted. "Are you sure the dragon would approve of an ex-knight... being attracted to his 'son'?"

"Why not?" asked Ryan and he looked over to Draco, who gave him an approving smirk.

Draco pulled his loincloth away from his crotch, showing off his cock; his long, fat, dribbling dragon erection. "My son and I share our heart. I trust he knows what he feels... because I can feel it, too." He looked to Bowen, and purred. "I like you without your tunic on too, sir knight." Bowen tried to scowl, but the hot blush on his face ruined the effect. He was looking at Draco. He was letting his eyes roam over the dragon's nude body. He grunted. "That mean you've got a crush on me, too, lizard?" "Mm, perhaps." Draco's smirk widened as he slowly teased around the head of his cock. "Let's see how my son handles you first, hm?"

Ryan smirked as he cupped Bowen's face and kissed him while Draco got behind Bowen and pulled down the knight's pants so all three of them were naked.

Bowen's cock bobbed free, batting on his toned stomach. The human knight was hung, his cock nearly as long and thick and girthy as Draco's; though Ryan couldn't help noticing his Daddy edged out just a little bit over the competition. A trimmed pubic bush coated Bowen's crotch and balls, the uncut length complimented by the auburn hair surrounding it. "Well now, sir knight. That's quite the weapon you have there." Draco purred, looking Bowen up and down. "Why don't you lay back, so I may teach my son to handle a knight's blade?" "D-do whatever you want, dragon." The human huffed, but didn't protest.

"His name is Draco," said Ryan to Bowen and he looked to the dragon for any further instructions.

"Draco." The name was grunted out, but at least Bowen had finally said it. Draco moved down to settle himself between the knight's legs, humming and purring as his hands kneaded Bowen's hips. "Come down here with Daddy, son. Take a good look at Bowen's malehood. Breathe in its scent."

Ryan knelt down breathing in Bowen's musk while licking along his leg and finally, his rear hole.

"Nnngh... what are you two doing down there?" "Relax, sir knight." Draco gently lifted and crooked Bowen's legs; and though the knight squirmed a little a few slow licks along the length of the human's cock made him hiss and groan in delight. Draco grinned, and nuzzled the crown of Ryan's head. “Well?"

"I think he needs something to keep his mouth busy while you take care of this end," said Ryan as he moved up and offered his cock to Bowen so he could suck on it.

"What?" Bowen looked up to the two, a slight bit of fear in his eyes. "Peace, Bowen. We will not hurt you." Draco purred. Lapping at Bowen's stomach. His ballsack. His taint. "Relax, and suck my son's cock. I know full well how good it tastes and smells, and would have you experience it for yourself." With that he began to lap at Bowen's hole, making the knight gasp and groan.

Ryan presented his cock and he moaned when Bowen took it willingly and boy, did he know how to suck cock!

Suckling along its length. Pushing right to the hilt, and grinding his nose into the young man's balls. Bobbing upon it as he reached to hold Ryan steady by the hips. "Mm... it seems our knight is experienced with other males." Draco took in a deep breath of Bowen's scent, grinding his nose on the slickened pucker, and then paused. "...Oh-hoh, what's this?" "Mmmngh..." "It seems you're experienced with males back here, too." "Nnngh... nnn!" "And not just any male." Dracos voice was soft and gentle. "...A dragon male."

Ryan paused removing his cock from Bowen's mouth. "Bowen? Is it true?" asked Ryan feeling surprised and hurt thinking that the knight mated with dragons but killed them anyway.

"Mmmngh..." Bowen turned his face to the side, his expression ashamed. "It was a long time ago. Back when I was an... actual knight." He gulped. "Before my... my village was destroyed." "By Siveth, or so you believe." Draco pulled his head up to look to Bowen. "...The very same dragon whose scent is all over you, even years later." Bowen didn't answer.

Ryan looked angrily at Bowen. "And yet you still kill dragons even though most of them were innocent?" asked the young boy standing up, "What kind of person does that make you?"

"Don't speak like you know anything, boy." Bowen sat up, glaring at Ryan. "Seeing Siveth... seeing that bastard lizard burning my village down, after everything we'd been through. Everything he said to me..." His eyes brimmed with tears. "He told me he loved me! That he wanted to be my mate! But when the knighthood found out, and I was betrothed to a girl in the village to keep my honor, he... wearing that metal band, he...!" "Wait." Draco grabbed Bowen's shoulder, and the knight snarled and wrenched himself away. After a moment of heavy breathing and glaring between the three, the dragon spoke again, slow and calm. "You said a metal band. Did it... did it look like it was hurting him?" "...I don't know." Bowen dropped his gaze. "He was... thrashing around like he was possessed. Roaring and snarling like a maddened beast, and..." Draco nodded. "I think I know how Siveth was controlled, then." "Controlled?" Bowen's face dropped into a numb expression. "You mean... he didn't actually...?" He laid back on the ground, putting an arm over his eyes. "All this time, I... I thought... I…"

"Bowen, who was it that sent you to get Draco's heart?" asked Ryan when Draco and Bowen answered, "Lord Farquaad."

Draco scowled and snarled. "That human... I'd heard he was expanding his power from some of the other dragons, but..." He took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He looked down to Bowen. He curled around the knight, nuzzling Bowen's cheek while purring softly and tenderly. "I cannot say how sorry I am, Bowen..." "I..." Bowen shivered. "Why are you saying that to me? I... I killed..." "Shh..." Draco pressed a hand to Bowen's chest. "Your heart is aching. ...Let me make it whole."

"And I want to apologize for judging you too harshly," said Ryan coming up to Bowen, "Can you forgive me?"

"I should be the one begging your forgiveness, boy." Bowen kept his gaze down to the ground. "You... and your father's." "None of that, Bowen." A tender nuzzle and soft croon. "Will you... do the honor of laying with my son and I, sir knight?" He gently tilted the human's head, and pressed a soft kiss to Bowen's lips. The dam finally broke. Bowen threw his arms around Draco and pressed into the kiss, deepening it as tears ran down his cheeks.

Ryan joined in as they kissed in a threeway and Ryan knelt down to suck on both their cocks.

The two of them groaned and panted as they pumped their throbbing erection into Ryan's mouth and throat in turn, feeling his lips and tongue working their shafts as Draco nuzzled and kissed the human. "Your, uh..." Bowen moaned as he felt Draco's hand stroking over his chest. "Your son... is very good." "I taught him everything I know." "I... I see..." Bowen blushed, and Draco flicked his tongue against the human's burning cheek. "Does it excite you? Thinking about my son and I together. Mating each other?" “...Maybe..."

Ryan kept at it until the boy just sucked off Bowen's cock while he wiggled his rump in front of Draco hoping the dragon would turn the knight on more by breeding his son.

Draco grinned, eager to take the invitation. He moved behind Ryan, grinding his erection between the human's cheeks and over his hole, and then slowly pushed in to the hilt. "Mm, that's right. Ryan here adores his Daddy's cock. He has ever since I first mated him, back during the first stirrings of his adolescence." The dragon watched Bowen's face, and smiled when the knight moaned and slowly pumped his erection into Ryan's mouth. "That young?" Bowen swallowed, looking down to Ryan while petting through the human's hair. "Aye." Draco crooned, and nuzzled the knight. "...Though truth be told, I've loved him even longer. Ever since I gifted him half my heart."

Ryan greedily sucked long and hard on Bowen's cock and his insides were clenching down like the were wanting Draco to go deeper inside him and rut him silly.

The pair shared a look, a grin, and a slow and deep kiss with each other. Draco's arms and wings wrapped around Bowen, and the human's own arms wrapped around the dragon. The pair bucked and thrusted and rocked, slamming into Ryan from both ends. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Rutting the young man in his throat and in his passage.

Ryan then pulled off Bowen's cock to kiss the knight. "I want to feel you and Daddy's cock inside me," he panted, "I can take it."

The pair shared a look, a grin, and a slow and deep kiss with each other. Draco's arms and wings wrapped around Bowen, and the human's own arms wrapped around the dragon. The pair bucked and thrusted and rocked, slamming into Ryan from both end. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Rutting the young man in his throat and in his passage

Ryan then pulled off Bowen's cock to kiss the knight. "I want to feel you and Daddy's cock inside me," he panted, "I can take it."

"You sure, boy?" Bowen panted, looking down to Ryan, and received a nuzzle and reassuring croon from Draco. "He knows what he likes, as I told you. As do I..." The dragon grunted softly, reaching down to pick the human up. Hooking his arms under the human's legs, supporting Ryan with his chest, and spreading the human open wide as he continued pounding his son. "Come on. Let us breed my son together, Sir Bowen." The knight moaned at the sight, and nodded. He moved up, pressing against Ryan to sandwich the younger man between his own muscular, hairy chest and Draco's scaly one. He pushed his erection between Ryan's thighs, lining it up with Draco's cock and grinding their shafts together, and finally slipped into the young man along with the larger, draconic male. "Nnngh... oh…"

Ryan gasped and panted. "Kiss me, Bowen," he moaned as he felt the knight hump into him along with Draco and their tongues danced inside their passionate kiss and he leaned back to kiss his dragon daddy as well.

Draco's cheek and snout pressed against Bowen's own cheek and temple as he nuzzled the knight and kissed his son. The pair worked out an alternating pattern for their thrusts, one of them slamming deep into Ryan's passage while the other drew himself free; their erection ground together, the pressure of the young man's inner walls rubbing together, and their swinging ballsacks touched and pressed against each other as they rutted the young man hard and deep.

"Yeah," moaned Ryan, "That feels so good! Harder... I love it!" He panted and clung to both of his mates and he could feel his climax coming as his hole clenched down tightly around Draco and Bowen's cocks.

"F-fuck... you two... nnngh!" Bowen's hips rocked and worked with wild abandon as he fucked Ryan along with Draco. He looked to the pair, panting and gasping as his own orgasm approached. "Nngh... I'm gonna cum..." "Do it, Bowen." Draco purred, and surged into a deep kiss with the knight. Bowen seemed surprised at first, but quickly melted into it; opening his mouth to suckle on draco's tongue while letting his own dance with the wriggling oral muscle. "Haah... cum in my son, Sir Knight. Breed him with me... mate him with me." The pair groaned, and kissed, and roared out their respective orgasms as they pushed to the hilt inside of Ryan and came together, filling the young man--their boy--with their thick, sticky, virile seed.

Ryan cried out as he came along with the knight and dragon and he could feel their cum leaking out of his hole and he collapsed into Draco and Bowen's arms. "I... I love you both... So much," he panted.

The two carefully moved down to the ground together, laying Ryan down between them. Draco stroked his son's stomach, while Bowen gently kissed the younger man's lips. "I love you too, my son. My little one." "And... I love you too, boy." Bowen blushed, gazing into Ryan's eyes and stroking his cheek. Then he grunted and glanced to Draco when the dragon nuzzled him. "You, uh..." He gulped. "You... feel the love he has for me, too, dragon? ...Draco?" "Yes, I do. It burns in my chest and my loins, enflaming my own passions." Draco smiled. "And... does your affection for my son extend to his dragon Daddy as well?" "...Yeah." Bowen sighed, and finally smiled. "Yeah, it does."

Ryan smiled. "So... What do we do about Farquaad?" he asked after a moment's rest with both men having their cocks still inside the boy.

"We need to figure out what it is he plans, and put a stop to it." Draco snorted. "It won't be easy." Bowen let out another grunt and hummed in though, idly stroking along Ryan's and Draco's sides in turn. "We'll need a plan. And we'll need backup. We might be able to drum up a rebellion against him, but…"

"But what?" asked Ryan feeling concerned, "What's the matter? I think I heard that there were some fairy tale creatures that Farquaad banished to a swamp."

"We'll need more than just a rag-tag bunch of misfits to overthrow someone with as much power as Lord Farquaad, boy." "Hmm... perhaps not." Draco rumbled in thought, "While there is strength in numbers, a much smaller force would be able to move around much more easily than a vast army."

"You mean we stand up to Farquaad ourselves?" asked Ryan looking at Draco.

"Ourselves, and with the help of that 'ragtag bunch of misfits.'" Draco nodded, nuzzling Ryan. "As soon as we have Dr. Gilbert's go ahead, we can make our way to the swamp to get the assistance of those banished magical creatures." After a moment, his eyes narrowed. "Come to think of it, didn't he say he'd come check on us in the morn-?" "Ryan? Sir Draco?" That was Dr. Gilbert's voice. He pushed through the brush, looking around for the pair. "Where have you gotten off to-?" He stepped into the clearing and froze at the sight before him. "Gil!" Bowen, face burning, stared at the man. "I, uh... I can explain."

Ryan gave a sheepish grin as he snuggled into Draco's arms and he watched how Bowen was trying to explain this to a stunned Gilbert.

"I, uh, they..." The knight moved to his feet, covering himself as Gilbert looked away with a flush. "It's, uh... they... well..." "Ahem..." Gilbert cleared his throat, voice cracking a bit in embarrassment. "Well! Ah, I'm... glad you've worked things out between the three of you. I'll... give you a moment to make yourselves decent, shall I?" Bowen sighed heavily. "Right..." He nodded to the dragon and human pair, and began to dress once more.

Ryan giggled. "You know, you'd look even hotter in a loincloth like ours," he said giving the knight a playful spank followed by a kiss on the lips.

"Mmmf... Perhaps." Bowen nodded to Ryan, blushing and trying not to smile to the younger man. Once the three were wiped off and mildly decent, Dr. Gilbert set to work checking Ryan and Draco's wounds. "Hmmm... coming along well, though it might take just a while longer to fully heal." He nodded to the pair with a smile.

"Well, we were having some fun with Bowen and now, he's one of us," said Ryan.

"I, uh, I noticed." Dr. Gilbert cleared his throat and blushed. "As I said, I'm happy that the three of you were able to, ah, work things out between you." "Yeah." Bowen blushed and cleared his throat as well." Draco looked between the two older humans, smiled, and purred as he nuzzled Ryan. "That said, can I take it that we're being encouraged to stay put for a few more days?" "I'd prefer it, yes." Dr. Gilbert nodded.

"I guess that means Bowen will keep us company?" asked Ryan smirking at the knight.

"Yes." Bowen nodded. "While I'll have occasional business in the village, if the two of you will have me, then..." Draco purred, wrapped his tail around Bowen, and pulled the knight into a cuddle with him and Ryan.

"Does this answer your question?" asked Ryan as he kissed the knight lovingly and Gilbert had to sigh at the sight. "Awwwww," he said.

"Mm..." Bowen kissed Ryan in return, soft and deep and cupping the younger man's cheek as Draco nuzzled the crowns of their heads. "Haaah... yes, it does." He smiled, and then glanced over to Gilbert and cleared his throat. "Uh, are you alright with... that, Gil?" "I told you, Bowen. I'm happy that you've been able to work things out." Dr. Gilbert smiled in return to the knight with a nod. Then he blushed, cleared his throat, and glanced to Draco and Ryan. "Though, I have to admit, I'm... curious how, ah... things work between you, Draco, and Bowen, young Ryan…"

"Well, it's one simple thing: love," said Ryan as he hugged Draco, "And everyone knows that love conquers all."

"Indeed, so I've heard so." He nodded, then cleared his throat. "So the, ah... father and son thing...?" "Father and son, close companions, mates..." Draco smiled, and licked Ryan's cheek with an affectionate purr. "Such distinctions do not matter so much for dragons. Especially between a couple who share a heart." He smirked. "And yes, my little one and I are indeed all three to each other."

"And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world," said Ryan as he kissed Draco lovingly.

Dr. Gilbert smiled and let out another soft 'aww' at the sight. Bowen grunted softly, but even he couldn't stop a small smile from stretching his lips as he watched the two; wistful and filled with nostalgia.

Ryan looked over to Bowen. "What was he like? Siveth I mean," said Ryan but then paused, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question."

Gilbert looked to Bowen, concerned, but the man just sighed and shook his head. "No. No it's... it's alright." He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Siveth... was... a close companion. One of the closest I've ever had, aside from Gil here." He nodded to Gilbert, and then ducked his head. "And... as Draco noticed, we were... mates. Our relationship wasn't exactly like yours, though. He was more... a teacher, in combat and in other areas." Draco nodded. "Despite his youth, Siveth was indeed quite a scholar among dragons..." He saw Bowen and Gilbert's questioning look, and cleared his throat. "Relative youth. Though I had a good few centuries on him, he was still a good... oh, I'd say hundred, hundred-fifty years old." "Indeed." Bowen laughed. "He'd always joke about what I could possibly see in an 'old drake' like him, but…"

"You still loved each other anyway?" asked Ryan as he held Bowen's hand as a sign of affection.

"With all our hearts." Bowen squeezed Ryan's hand, soft and gentle.

Meanwhile, in the castle dungeon of Duloc, a light blue dragon was chained up to the wall with a metal collar around his neck.

He'd long ago stopped fighting. He just hung limp in his bonds, head down and eyes closed as he tried to sleep. It had been a long time since there had been anyone who came into his cell; perhaps the ones who'd captured him had forgotten about him. He wasn't sure whether or not that would be a mercy.

Just then, there were some voices as the guards were dragging in some new prisoners. When the guards left, there was a wooden puppet, three little pigs, a cat in leather boots, and a wolf in a pink dressing gown. "Well, this place is a dump," complained the puppet.

"Eh, it ain't too bad." The wolf looked around the cell, sniffing at the air. "Reeks, though." "That's probably you." One of the pigs huffed and glared at the wolf.

"Hey! I'm not a puppet!" called the wooden boy but his nose started to grow long and he chuckled bashfully.

"Right." The cat rolled his eyes, and then looked around, humming in thought. "Well, now the question remains: how are we going to get out of here?" His eyes widened when he caught sight of blue scales. A large, reptilian form. A dragon. "Everyone... stay still. Do not make any sudden movements." Siveth huffed quietly, and all 6 fairy tale creatures flinched.

"That's not a dragon," said the puppet as his nose grew longer and the tip poked Siveth's foot waking him up.

"Mmf..." One of his eyes opened lazily, looking at his new cellmates. "Ah, wonderful. I've gone delusional." He huffed again and rolled over on his side as much as he could. "Would you figments keep it down, please?" "Sir, we are no figments. We are prisoners, much like you appear to be." The cat cleared his throat. "And... just as a matter of curiosity, there wouldn't happen to be a way out of this dungeon, would there?" "No. No way out." Siveth heaved out a sigh. "Gee, real ray of sunshine this one is, huh?" One of the pigs looked to his siblings and was shushed in return.

"But there's got to be," said the puppet, "I just want to be free again." Suddenly, his nose shrank back to normal. "Please, excuse my friends," said the cat, "I am Puss in Boots, and this is Pinocchio the puppet-" "Uh, I'm not a puppet. I'm a real boy," said Pinocchio as his nose grew again, "Man, it's times like this when life sucks pine sap!"

"It does indeed, my carven compadre." The cat nodded, and then gestured to the rest of the cell's occupants. "These are the three little pigs, and the canid is the Big Bad Wolf." He paused, and then dropped his voice into a conspiratorial whisper. "No, I don't get the dress either, but if it makes him happy..." "Hmph. It flows nice and is comfortable between the legs." The wolf flushed and grumbled to himself, crossing his arms and sulking.

"Says the wolf who's a cross dresser," said one of the little pigs. "So, what're you doing here?" asked Pinocchio looking to the dragon, "Did Sir Bowen catch you?"

"Bowen...?" That name tickled something at the back of his mind. He stirred. He shook himself. He began to shudder. Bowen. His Bowen... "Where is he? Is he alright? Tell me...!" His eyes opened, and he looked to the six other with growing, manic frenzy. "Woah, woah now. Calm yourself, my friend." Puss held his paws up. "So it wasn't Bowen the Dragonslayer who captured you?" "Dragonslayer...?" Siveth blinked, completely uncomprehending. "Dragon... slayer...? What...?" The Big Bad Wolf shot Puss an aside glance. "I, uh... I don't think you're gonna get much out of this one, chief."

"Haven't you heard? Years ago, a dragon burned down his village and Bowen has been hunting for the dragon that burned his village and I heard he's hunting for another dragon that has kept a boy with him for 14 years," said the second pig.

"He... he..." The dragon collapsed to the ground, burying his snout in his arms. "Oh, Bowen..." "Uh..." Puss looked to the others. "Then I take it you, ah... knew Sir Bowen, Sir... ah?" "...Siveth." "Gesundheit," said the third pig.

Just then, another group was brought in. There was a young boy who had a lantern with a fairy inside, a woman with butterfly wings and a wand, and with them were three bears.

"Man. Lord Farquaad's putting together quite the party, huh?" The wolf looked to the newcomers, raising an eyebrow." "W-where are we, Mama?" The smallest bear pressed against the middle one, who shushed him while stroking his head. "It'll be alright, don't you worry." "And who're all of you?" The largest bear looked around at the group.

"We're the welcoming committee," said Pinocchio as his nose grew long again.

"My, he's gone quite a bit overboard, hasn't he?" The woman with butterfly wings sighed. "He's even captured a dragon, poor dear..." "Ah, no. He was here when we got here." Puss cleared his throat.

"Are you here to save us?" asked the baby bear, "Are you here to help us find our happily ever after?"

"Me...?" Siveth blinked. "I... I can't even manage my own happily ever after. Whatever that's supposed to even mean..." "Now now, chin up, dearie." The Fairy Godmother smiled, moving over to pat under said chin. "Anyone can find their happily ever after if they believe." "What am I supposed to believe in? I..." Siveth looked down to the ground. "After what I did, I... don't deserve it…"

"Well, maybe if we close our eyes and clap really hard," said the boy with the fairy lantern. "Oh grow up," muttered Pinocchio. "I won't grow up!" said the boy. "You're 34 and need a shave!" snapped Pinocchio.

"Fellows, fellows, bickering won't get us out of here." Again, Puss hummed in thought. Then he looked to Siveth. "...But I believe I know something that might. Does anyone here know of a way to get those chains off our fire-breathing friend here?" "Uh, you sure that's a good idea?" The first pig raised an eyebrow. "What if he eats us?" The second pig asked. "Or fries us into bacon?" The third pig shivered.

"I think I might be able to help," said the boy, "I'm Peter Pan, and I think Tinker Bell can get the key for his chains."

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful, dear!" The Fairy Godmother smiled. "No!" The dragon scrabbled back, pressing himself against the wall. "Don't... don't come near me..." "Come now, my friend, surely you're tired of those chains, aren't you?" Puss tried to calm Siveth once more, but the dragon shuddered and shook his head while grasping the collar around his neck. "If... if you take these chains off, the collar... I might... I-I…"

"It's a shock collar," said the wolf, "I should know. I've worn more collars than I can count. You were being forced against your will."

The dragon just whimpered softly. "This will not stand." The Fairy Godmother huffed. "We'll get that horrible thing off you, dearie. Quicker than you can say 'bibbidi, bobbidi, boo!'" Puss looked to Peter Pan. "Do you think Miss Tinkerbell could find the key to that collar as well?"

"Of course," said Peter as he opened the lantern and out came a small pixie fairy who flew up to the dragon in curiosity.

Siveth watched her cautiously, still pressing himself against the wall, but slowly relaxing. “Hello...?"

The pixie smiled and waved to the dragon and her voice sounded like a little bell. "Tink, stop flirting," said Peter, "We have to find the key. Siveth, do you know where it is?"

"Out there." He nodded to the cell bars. "Other than that, I... couldn't tell you." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry."

"She'll get it," said Peter. "And so will I," said a voice and everyone looked down to see a limping Gingerbread man with one leg sewn together by icing and a candy cane to support him, "It's right outside the door with the other keys."

"Wonderful." Puss nodded. "Then perhaps the key to the cell will be there as well, and we'll be one step closer to gaining our freedom.

And so, they put their plan into action. They waited till night fall and Peter released Tinker Bell and the pixie flew out the cell door window being careful not to draw attention. She saw the keys and used her pixie dust to levitate them into the dungeon.

"Excellent." Puss nodded in satisfaction. "Now, let's get those chains and that collar off of you, Siveth." He moved around to the manacles keeping Siveth in place, unlocking them, while the Big Bad Wolf did the same with the collar around the dragon's neck. Once the dragon was free, they stepped back while Siveth stretched and rubbed at his throat. "You..." Siveth looked to the group, and then bowed low. "There is no way I can every repay you." "Don't thank us just yet, my friend. We still have to find a way out of here." Puss looked to Tinkerbell. "Were there any guards that you could see?"

Tinker Bell jingled to Peter. "She said there was about two guards at the door and there's a lot more in the court yard."

"Hmm... we'll have to be smart about this. We're in quite a large group, and..." He glanced to the Big Bad Wolf, Mama Bear, Baby Bear, Pinocchio, and the Gingerbread Man." "...I'll make a distraction." Siveth nodded, his expression dropping into a glare. "Covering your escape is the lease I can do for all of you. And... honestly, I've been looking forward to cutting loose on my jailers for a long time."

"I'll join you," said Puss as he held a sword in his paw and marked a letter "P" on the cell wall.

Siveth nodded, the corners of his lips quirking upward into something that could almost be a smile. Then he looked to the others. "Wait for our signal, and then make a run for it." "Sir Pan, Miss Tinkerbell, if you would?" Puss nodded to the cell door.

"You got it," said Peter as he opened the cell doors and freed all the prisoners.

Puss and Siveth moved forward first, moving slow and quiet as they crept towards the door out of the dungeon. They could see a pair of guards standing beside it at attention. "Allow me to handle these two." Puss looked up to the dragon, and winked. "What are you going to do?" Siveth lifted a brow. "Watch and learn, my scaly friend."

The soldiers started to rush at the cat but paused when they saw Puss give adorable kitten eyes. "Awww," they sighed together.

In a flash, Puss' 'sweet, innocent kitten' face dropped, and he lunged up to scratch and claw at the guards' faces. While they were trying to defend themselves from the cat, Siveth moved up and knocked the pair out with his fists.

"Excellent hits," said Puss grinning, "Now for the rest."

Siveth grunted and nodded. He looked to the group following them. "Get ready to scatter. Run as far as you can." Then he looked back to Puss. "Let's go." They slammed through the door, Siveth roaring as he and puss rushed out.

The cat was making good use of his sword and Siveth could see Puss was an excellent duelist.

He, meanwhile, took to the air to dive bomb groups of knights at a time, sending them sprawling and crashing to the ground.

Puss look to the side as the others had made it out safely. "Siveth! A lift?" he called signaling it was time to go.

The dragon swooped through the air, grabbing Puss and flipping the cat up onto his back as the two soared into the sky together. "What now?"

"Maybe wolfie can track this Bowen of yours," said Puss looking down at the dragon, "Unless you're a better tracker than he is."

"I..." Siveth ducked his head. "I wouldn't even begin to know where to look."

"What about the place you grew up?" asked Puss.

"No!" Siveth winced. "...Apologies. That place has... bad memories, for the both of us. I doubt he would be there." He hummed in thought. "Perhaps we can ask the others if they've heard or where he might be."

Okay, let's go to the forest and maybe wolfie can track him down," said Puss.

Siveth nodded. He flew down towards the forest, spotting the group of escaped fairy-tail creatures making their way down the path. To both the dragon's and Puss' relief, they could see that everyone had made it out. "There they are!" The first pig called out as the dragon landed. "Our heroes!" The second pig cheered. "Oh, thank goodness the two of you are alright." The Fairy Godmother smiled, while the others cheered out their gratitude." "I am glad you all are unharmed." Siveth nodded, and then looked to the Big Bad Wolf. "You, sir Wolf-" "Call me Baddie, man." The wolf grinned. "Right. Ah... Baddie... I require your assistance."

"We need you to help us find Sir Bowen's scent," said Puss, "Can you handle it?"

"Sir Bowen, huh?" The Wolf blinked, and then nodded. "Uh, sure. I can help with that. Might need an example of his scent, though. You know, to make sure I pick up the right one." "An example of his scent?" The dragon hummed. "Hm... I think I may be able to provide that. Though, ah..." He glanced to the others in the group. "Perhaps we should ensure that they have somewhere to go first, and are well on their way before that…"

"What do you mean?" asked Pinocchio curiously.

Siveth cleared his throat. "So, then! Is there somewhere that you all can go, where you'll be safe?" "Hmm..." Papa Bear hummed in thought, and then grunted. "There's supposed to be a swamp a ways away from here, where magical creatures are gathering up. It's as a good a shot as any."

"Then you go there while Baddie helps us find our dragon's missing mate," said Puss.

The others nodded, chattering with each other as they moved off down the path. Soon it was just Puss, Siveth and Baddie. Siveth cleared his throat, glancing to Puss. "If you wouldn't mind... how did you know that Bowen was once my, ah...?" "Wait, really?" Baddie blinked. "Huh. Must've been some bad breakup." “...Indeed..."

"Baddie, focus," said Puss, "Now, can you pick up his scent?"

"Well, let me see." He stepped in closer to the dragon. "Uh, do you mind?" "Do what you have to." Siveth nodded, shifting his stance and standing up straight. "Right, let's see..." Baddie leaned in close, sniffing at the dragon. Humming in thought. Moving around the reptilian male. "It's faint, but... yeah, I can smell... human on you." He cleared his throat, tucking his reddening ears against his head. "All over you." "Can you track it?" "Sure I can."

"Then lead the way," said Puss as the wolf took off following the scent.

Down the forest pathway. In a similar direction from the one where the others had gone, but then veering off at a crossroads. Towards another human village.

"I think we're close," said Baddie, “The scent's stronger here."

Siveth nodded. "I will look around." He looked to the two with a smile and a low bow. "Thank you. There is... no possible way that I can ever repay the two of you."

It was then Siveth saw a familiar figure up ahead and he landed close by as the knight saw the dragon he had loved long ago.

"Bowen..." Siveth stared. So much had changed, and yet so little. The knight was doing his exercises, shirtless of course, swinging his blade as he grunted and sweated. The dragon could see another pair of figures watching the knight from the sidelines. A young man in a loincloth, and... was that Draco?

"Daddy, is that who I think it is?" whispered the boy into Draco's ear as Siveth slowly came up with tears in his eyes and Bowen had stopped practicing.

"It is." Draco held his son close. Those blue scales. Those horns, slightly smaller than his own. That patch of missing scales on his side. It could only be Siveth. "You..." Bowen stared, trembling. "You... you're here." Siveth gulped. "I... I am." "How? Where... where have you been...?" Bowen gritted his teeth, his expression growing thunderous. He stormed up to Siveth, dropping his sword, and slammed his fist into the dragon's chest; Siveth didn't budge from it, but he did wince. "Where have you been?! All those years ago when you ran off after... a-after you...!" "Bowen, I... I'm sorry." Siveth hung his head. "The collar, it made me... I... I didn't-" Bowen grabbed Siveth's face, looking up into the dragon's eyes with his own teary ones. "Why did you leave me alone, Siv…?"

"He was kept as Farquaad's prisoner," said Puss as he sheathed his sword, "Name's Puss in Boots. But you can call me Puss."

"Yo." Baddie waved to the group. "I'm the Big Bad Wolf, but just Baddie's alright." "You..." Bowen looked from the two newcomers, to Siveth, and then buried his face in the dragon's chest while embracing the larger male. "Oh, Siv..." "Bow... my Bow..." Siveth wrapped his own arms and wings around Bowen in return, the two sobbing as they held each other. Draco cleared his throat and spoke quietly. "Let us give the two some time alone together, hm?" He looked to Puss and Baddie. "In the meantime, would you mind letting us know of... what exactly has happened?"

Puss filled them in on Farquaad's notice on removing all "freaks" from his kingdom and that's what led him and a few other fairy tale creatures to meet Siveth. "Luckily, they managed to escape with some magical help," said Puss.

"And by that, this guy means he and that dragon kicked everyone's hind end." Baddie grinned, wagging his tail. "You should've seen it, it was awesome!" Draco chuckled. "Indeed, seeing a dragon upon the battlefield can be quite... ah... 'awesome'." He looked to the pair with a smile. "So then, what do the two of you plan to do from here? Will you go to the settlement in the swamp as well?"

"Well, we were hoping to join you in the fight against Farquaad. I could give Sir Bowen a few pointers on sword fighting," said Puss as he patted his sword hilt.

"And I'm not much of a fighter, but this sniffer's pretty good for tracking down scents." Baddie tapped his nose. Draco smiled. "Your help would be greatly appreciated. In truth, we were discussing finding the settlement in the swamp in order to drum up assistance. It seems, though, assistance has come to us." He bowed to the pair. "You are welcome, Puss, Baddie."

"Indeed, sir," said the cat bowing. "Tell me, how did you get past the guards?" asked Ryan. "Like this," said Puss as he gave them the kitten look.

Both Draco and Ryan couldn't help letting out a soft 'aww' at the cuteness. The dragon cleared his throat. "Yes, that um... will be a most useful weapon, I think."

"And this sword is pretty handy too," said Puss as his ears perked up on some moaning and he sniffed the air sensing that Bowen and Siveth were making love to each other.

The group peeked through the trees, seeing that Siveth was laying on his back in the grass with Bowen between his splayed legs. The two were moaning into the deep kiss they were sharing with each other as the knight thrusted hard and deep into the dragon. Draco cleared his throat quietly, glancing to the two. "Ah, yes. Ryan, Bowen, and I can be quite, ah... open about matters regarding mating." He let that hang in the air for a moment. "Will that... be a problem?"

"Well, you ever had a feline?" asked Puss rubbing his whiskers, "You're son is quite a catch."

"He is indeed." Draco smiled, dipping down to nuzzle and kiss Ryan's shoulder and neck. "Heh, I could smell Bowen all over that Siveth guy. And, well... I can smell that you two are very active with each other." Baddie chuckled. "I don't got a problem at all with it." He blushed, and reached down to rub his crotch. "...Opposite of a problem, in fact." Draco smiled. He purred. He reached down, and pulled his loincloth aside to show off his own crotch; his hefty ballsack and long, thick--hardening--shaft to the pair. "Well then... shall we find somewhere comfortable to become better acquainted?"

Puss wrapped an arm around Ryan letting out a purr as he nuzzled the human. "Let's," he said.

Draco unwound his loincloth, completely baring his nude body, and nodded in encouragement for his son to do the same. Baddie, tail wagging, hiked his dressing gown up to begin taking it off. He blushed when Draco moved forward to help him with it, leaving the wolf naked; and his heavy balls, puffy sheath, and the emerging tip of his erection exposed.

Ryan walked over to puss and the anthro cat slipped off his suit with ease as he kissed the human lovingly.

Draco led the four over to a place they could lay down together in the shade of the trees, Baddie getting comfortable almost immediately pressing his snout to the dragon's body and snuffling all over. Meanwhile, Draco patted his lap to invite both Ryan and Puss over to join him. "I hope you don't mind, Sir Puss, that my son and I are a package deal."

"I don't mind at all," said Puss as he nuzzled the human and he nuzzled the dragon as well while purring.

Draco smiled, and nuzzled the feline in return, holding both Ryan and Puss close. "That is good. Then, Ryan..." He looked to the human, and flicked his tongue across the human's lips. "Would you like to help our new friends here get better acquainted with Daddy?"

"Of course," said Ryan as he positioned Baddie to rim Draco's tail hole. Then the human and cat knelt in front of the dragon's cock and took turns sucking him off while sneaking a few kisses.

"Mmm... yes, that works perfectly..." Draco moaned, slowly bucking forward against Puss and Ryan's face and then backward against Baddie's snuffling snout. His tail stroked along the wolf's spine as he felt Baddie taking slow, deep sniffs of his hole and then lapping all around the rim. "How is it back there, Baddie?" "Mmmf... like I died and went to heaven." A humid breath over Draco's taint heralded a slow and deep--tongue-filled--kiss to his puffy rim. "Good." Then he looked down, gently stroking both the human's and cat's heads as he watched them work over his thick, dribbling shaft together. "And how about you, boys?"

"We're loving it, Daddy," moaned Ryan as he felt Puss stroke their cocks together while they continued to suck on Draco's cock.

"Indeed." The cat purred as he nuzzled the dragon's erection. "The two of you are quite amazing..." "Well then..." Draco purred, gently pulling Ryan up into a slow, deep kiss. "Would you like to have Sir Puss here breed your tailhole, my little one?" The cat let out another rumbling purr, seeming very eager as he looked to Ryan.

"I would Daddy," said Ryan, "And I'm sure you won't mind breeding Puss while Baddie tops you too, do you Daddy?"

"I wouldn't mind at all." Draco laughed. "Baddie does seem to have become quite enamored with your Daddy's rear." The wolf huffed, moaning softly as he gave Draco's firm rump and musky cleft another nuzzle and lick. "And as for Puss, here..." Draco gently pulled the feline up into a kiss as well. "I would indeed enjoy that quite a lot." Puss let out a sheepish chuckle. "I must admit this will... be my first time bottoming. So..." "I'll prepare you. Just as I did my son for his first time."

Ryan smiled as he lay down on the soft grass as he spread his legs apart for the feline to do what he liked with the human's hole.

Puss smiled in return, gently running his tongue along Ryan's own erection a couple times before moving down to sniff and lick at the human's hole. "Mmm... quite the catch indeed..." Licking. Lapping. Slurping; and then gasping and huffing out a humid breath over Ryan's crotch when Draco pushed his snout under the cat's lifted tail to do the same to his own taught, virgin pucker. "Mmm... and you are as well, sir puss." A rumbling chuckle, and a nuzzle right against the tender ring of flesh.

Ryan moaned as he felt that rough feline tongue lick his cock hard and it almost felt like his skin was being scraped off, but he knew Puss would never do anything to hurt him.

Indeed, the feline was being very careful; gently rubbing and kneading Ryan's erection as well to keep things pleasurable as he prepped the human. Once he was done, he moved up to nuzzle Ryan while moving into position between the man's legs. "Are you ready?"

Ryan smiled at Puss and kissed him deeply. "Yes, I'm ready," he said softly.

Slowly, carefully, gently, the cat pushed his erection into the human. Working himself deep into Ryan as he rocked his hips between Ryan's rump and Draco's own probing tongue. He finally hilted with a long groan; and then mewled when Draco pulled his tongue free, and moved to press his own cocktip on Puss' opened rim. "Are you ready, little one?" A purr and nuzzle and lick atop the cat's head as Draco gently pushed into the feline. The dragon rumbled and moaned when Baddie did the same behind him, the four forming a train of pleasure.

"Yes, Puss... I'm ready," moaned Ryan as he hugged the cat and kissed him.

Puss kissed Ryan in return, starting to hump into the human. Rocking himself forward into Ryan, and then backward onto Draco's thick cock as the dragon did the same between him and Baddie. The three males thrusting and grunting and panting, Draco craning his neck to kiss Baddie while the wolf rutted into him and Puss nuzzling into the crook of Ryan's throat.

"I think our family of mates just grew bigger," panted Ryan as he kissed along Puss' neck and finally mouth to mouth.

Baddie and Puss both blushed and moaned in delight. "Mmmf... never had a family of mates before... If this is what it's like, then I'm all for it." The wolf panted and lapping at Draco's shoulder, drawing a rumbling chuckle from the dragon. "Yes indeed." The feline, meanwhile, pressed into a deep kiss with Ryan while feeling Draco nuzzling at his own nape. They all began to thrust harder, about to cum.

"Cum inside me, Puss," whimpered Ryan softly as he hugged the big cat.

The cat groaned, long and low, and did just that: his erection throbbed as it hilted inside of Ryan, and his balls drew up to empty their load into that tight back passage. Puss yowled in pleasure when he felt the squeezing of his own hole around Draco's working cock set the dragon off too, the reptilian male growling and rumbling as his own fat cock erupted into the cat. The chain reaction ended with both the dragon and the wolf behind him howling in pleasure when Baddie knotted Draco, coming inside him as well.

Ryan moaned and he heard from over to the side that Bowen was moaning when Siveth was breeding the knight and cumming deep inside him.

The two were kissing slow and deep, overjoyed at finally being reunited with one another. And then they collapsed to the ground together, nuzzling and stroking with each other as they enjoyed their afterglow together. As did Puss, Draco, and Baddie; the three lay down together, Draco pulling the cat and human into his arms while the wolf cuddled against his side. Draco began to nuzzle and kiss each of the three in turn, of course giving the majority of the kisses to his son and mate.

Ryan smiled as he accepted the kisses from Draco, since he was the one who saved, raised and loved him the most. "I love you, Daddy," he said softly while hugging the dragon.

"I love you, too, my precious little one." Draco purred, nuzzling Ryan's cheek and temples and forehead. Baddie and Puss let out soft 'aww's at the sight, smiling to the couple. "You two are adorable together." Baddie chuckled, and licked Draco's cheek and then Ryan's while wagging his tail. After a few minutes of cuddling together, the four heard Siveth and Bowen approaching, arms wrapped around each other. "So, this is where you all got off to." The knight smiled, looking over the sight of the four cuddling together and sharing their love.

"Well, you and Siveth being together again inspired us," chuckled Ryan smirking at the others.

"Indeed." Draco nodded, chuckling and looking the pair up and down. "Mmm... Bowen here has told me you and your mate invited him into what you have together, Draco." The blue-scaled dragon purred and nuzzled his human's cheek. "We did, yes." Draco slowly dragged his tongue along Ryan's throat. "Would you be interested in the offer as well, were it extended?" "I would, yes." Siveth grinned. "I'd be willing to see what you and I can work out, regarding... combining our territories."

"And our families?" asked Ryan with hope in his eyes.

"Of course." Siveth nodded with a smile. He and Bowen moved to join the group as well, the two dragon's nuzzling and licking at each other's throats while Bowen moved into a kiss with Ryan. "Me and Siveth were talking, Ryan. And... we'd love to have you as our mates, if you and Draco will have us as yours." The knight smiled, stroking Ryan's cheek.

Meanwhile, Farquaad was pacing back and forth. He was upset that the prisoners escaped and then he had a carrier pigeon sent to Bowen telling him that he was waiting for his dragon heart.

The carrier pigeon hadn't yet returned, at the lord was quickly losing his patience. What was worse, his man Scar hadn't returned either.

Finally, Farquaad turned to his mirror. "Mirror mirror, on the wall, is there a solution to this at all?" he asked.

The magic mirror answered in his usual low intonation. "Many paths there are to a satisfying end. All to you upon their knees will bend. A single complication may prove yet a bother: the dragon's heart resting within another."

"WHAT?" yelled Farquaad, "But I must be king! Tell me what I have to do to be king!"

Before the magic mirror could answer, however, the carrier pigeon finally returned. It landed upon the windowsill of Farquaad's tower room, cooing and ruffling its wings.

Farquaad looked it up. "It seems Sir Bowen has procured a dragon heart, but it's still attached to its host," he said and turned to the mirror, "Do you have any suggestions?" He snapped his fingers and Thelonius came up with a mace in hand making the mirror gulp.

"There's more than one way to claim a heart." The mirror stuttered just the tiniest bit. "Perhaps a marriage may be a start…?"

"Show me the person who has the heart," said Farquaad.

The mirror swirled with mists, finally resolving into a scene of Ryan bathing himself in a stream.

Farquaad smiled. "He's perfect," he said, "I'll do it. Captain! Summon your men and have my horse ready."

The Captain bowed, rushing off to make preparations.

Back with Ryan, Bowen and the others. "Are you sure this will work?" asked Ryan, "He ordered the destruction of my village, and his henchmen murdered my parents."

"I know. And I'm sorry to do this to you, boy." Bowen was brushing his fingers through Ryan's hair, making the young man 'presentable' for Farquaad. "Just think of it this way; once we're in position in the castle, we'll be able to avenge your parents, your village, and everyone else he's wronged." Siveth and Draco stood to the side with Baddie and Puss. The older dragon had his arms crossed, rumbling in displeasure. "I still don't approve of this." "Short of raising an army, it is the fastest and easiest way." Puss reached up to pat the dragon's side.

"If this doesn't work out, at least let me kiss my daddy good bye," said Ryan looking over to Draco.

Bowen nodded, gently patting Ryan's back and stepping aside. Draco moved up to pull the human into a tight embrace, nuzzling him. "I love you, Ryan. My son. My dear, darling little one." He rumbled, and pressed a slow and gentle kiss to Ryan's lips. "I shall always be with you, even when we're apart." He pressed the palm of his hand to Ryan's chest, over the young man's--over their—heart.

"I love you too, Daddy," said Ryan as tears came to his eyes and he was kissing Draco, "Without you, I would've been left for dead in at the hands of that monster. But now... I'm more scared than ever."

Ryan felt warmth blooming in his chest as Draco purred and nuzzled him. "Your Daddy loves you, little one. Never forget that. And once this is over, I'll take you into my arms once more and never let you go." The pair heard a distant horn. "He's coming." Bowen looked to Siveth, Baddie, Puss, and Draco. "All of you, hide. Baddie, you have mine and Ryan's scent. Bring the others to the castle, and help them get inside." "Right." Baddie nodded. "Ryan..." Draco shared one last, deep, passionate kiss with his son before letting the human go. "I love you."

"I love you too," said Ryan letting go and returned to Bowen's side wiping away the tears just as Farquaad came up. "Ah, Sir Bowen," he said, "I see you were successful in gaining the other half of the dragon's heart."

"I was indeed, Lord Farquaad." Bowen bowed low to the Lord as he remained on his horse, staring down at the knight and the young man. "May I introduce Ryan, the holder of the dragon's heart."

"Yes, now take your gold and go, before I change my mind about paying you," said Farquaad as a soldier gave Bowen a sack of gold. The lord looked down at Ryan. "Forgive me, young man, for startling you," he said, "I am Lord Farquaad." "Lord Farquaad," said Ryan as he looked over to Bowen while a soldier helped the lord down, "Forgive me. For I was just saying a short-" He was cut off when he actually saw how short Lord Farquaad was. "Uh... Short farewell," said Ryan quickly. "Oh, that's so sweet," said Farquaad, "But you don't have to waste good manners on a bounty hunter. It's not like he has any feelings about other dragons who burned down villages." "Of course," said Ryan.

Bowen blinked, staring down at the diminutive man, before quickly dropping into a bow. He gritted his teeth, but bit his tongue. "If there's nothing else, than I shall take my leave." He looked to Ryan and nodded, then moved off; making his way over to the others' hiding spot. "That little whelp is the cause of all this?" Draco rumbled, glaring at Farquaad as the short man took Ryan's hand in his own and kneeled--tugging the taller young man downward--to give it a kiss. "Yup. Lord Farquaad himself." Baddie had to suppress a growl. "Real charmer, huh?" "Yeah." Bowen huffed. "But luckily, too self-absorbed to notice anything amiss.

"Dear perfect, flawless Ryan," said Farquaad as he was down on one knee, "Will you be the perfect mate for the perfect groom?" Ryan looked towards the place where is dragon father was and took a deep breath. "Lord Farquaad... I accept," he said. "Excellent!" said Farquaad, "I'll set the arrangements. We wed tomorrow-" "No!" gasped Ryan and blushed as he said, "Why wait? Let's get married today." "Oh," chuckled Farquaad, "Anxious, are we? You're right. The sooner the better." He was helped back onto his horse and then Ryan was helped on too. They both rode off back to the castle.

The group waited until the litany had made their way off, and then looked to each other and nodded. They began to follow, Baddie's sniffer making sure they kept the trail as they followed Ryan's scent to the castle.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," said Puss laying a paw on Draco's shoulder, "You saw how gentle that little runt was to him."

Draco snorted. "Don't forget what else he has done." The dragon growled. "If he lays a single hand on Ryan, I swear to all that is good that I'll burn his entire castle to the ground." "Peace, Draco." Siveth set a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I hate him as much as you. But let's not spill any innocent blood. Please…"

"Ryan wouldn't want you upset like this," said Puss, "I know he'd want you to be brave... And rescue him when the time is right."

"That's right." Bowen nodded to Draco. "We'll make sure he's safe, and bring Farquaad to justice. I swear by the Old Code." Draco smiled, and nodded. "Thank you, all of you."

Meanwhile, Ryan was all dressed in white. It had been a long while since he was fully dressed and he slightly missed being in his loincloth and he longed to be back out in the forest.

The pants were overly restrictive, and the starched shirt and pressed coat both chafed his chest and shoulders and were far hotter than he was used to. However, he just had to grin and bear it for a little while. Until he was rescued. Until his Daddy swooped in to save him.

Later, the wedding was already starting as Ryan slowly walked down the aisle. He couldn't see Draco, Bowen or the others, but he hoped they were here somewhere.

Indeed, the four had infiltrated the castle, knocking out guards along their way while trying to be as quiet and stealthy as possible. Baddie led the way as Draco, Siveth, and Puss took care of any resistance as they made their way toward the castle chapel. "Dearly beloved of Duloc..." The priest intoned, standing with Farquaad and Ryan at the front of the chapel before a large audience of onlookers. "We are gathered here today to join these two in holy matrimony…"

Ryan was still hoping his dad and friends would show up soon but his heart sank as he didn't see them anywhere and he lowered his head sadly when he said, "I do."

"Then by the power vested in me-" The doors burst open, and Draco let out a loud roar as he rushed into the chapel along with Bowen, Puss, Baddie, and Siveth. "As his father... I object to this union!"

"HOW DARE YOU FREAKS INTERRUPT MY WEDDING!!" yelled Farquaad in a rage, "Rebellion or not, this marriage is binding and that makes me king!"

"Well then, we'll just have to anull it." Bowen drew his sword. "Lord Farquaad... you very short reign ends now."

"What? You!" snarled Farquaad, "GUARDS!" Then a whole army swarmed in on the intruders but it was Draco who had the last say as he blew a fire ball at the pipsqueak sending him flying out the window. Ryan removed the ring and ran to Draco hugging him.

"Ryan... my son..." He smiled to Ryan, stroking the young man's cheek. "I told you, didn't I? I'm always with you." With that he gave the human a soft, slow kiss.

Ryan wrapped his arms around the dragon as he kissed him in return. "Let's go home... To the forest," he said softly, "I have a feeling Bowen's gonna love our style of clothing."

"Yes, let's." He picked Ryan up into a bridal carry, and turned to glare at the guards. "Unless anyone has an objection...?" He growled, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

The guards all dropped their weapons and backed away slowly. Ryan smiled as he hugged his dragon daddy.

"Good." He nodded, and turned to Baddie, Puss, Bowen, and Siveth. "Come, let's go home." As he led the group out, he tore Ryan's restrictive clothing off, leaving the human in just a pair of thin underwear. He tossed the torn remains of the pants, shirt, and jacket aside with a contemptuous snort.

Ryan sighed. "Thank you," he said, "Sure, I used to wear clothes before, but now, I wear what my daddy wears."

"That sounds wonderful." Bowen held Siveth's hand, turning with a soft chuckle into his own mate's nuzzling and licking. "Mmm... I'm tempted to make that 'nothing at all'. Draco purred, looking down to the human in his arms while gently tugging on the waistband of his underwear with a clawed finger. "I've always loved to look at your beautiful body, my mate. To have it on full display all the time..." He rumbled in arousal and nuzzled Ryan's cheek.

"Then let's hurry home and get to it, Daddy," said Ryan softly as he kissed Draco deeply but they looked over and gasped as Lord Farquaad was still barely alive as he threw a dagger at Bowen's chest and it punctured Bowen's heart.

"Ghhh!" The knight staggered, grasping the hilt of the dagger in his chest as he fell. "Bowen!" Siveth rushed to his mates side, while Draco roared in fury and sent another fireball Farquaad's way. "No... no!" The dragon laid Bowen down on his back, ripping the knight's tunic off to examine the wound. The blade had sunken in deep; right to the human's heart. "Siv... nnngh..." Bowen coughed up blood. "Oh no... we need to help him!" Baddie whined, while Puss shook his head sadly. "There's nothing we can do..." "...Yes, there is." Siveth growled, determined.

"Half a dragon's heart to make him whole," said Ryan as he watched in wonderment and looked at his father, "Was that how you saved me that day?"

"It was..." Draco nodded, nuzzling Ryan's cheek, as they watched. Siveth breathed in, slow and deep, and then roared in pain as he plunged his claws into his own chest. He opened up the scales and flesh, and then gasped and groaned as they sunk into his heart. Separating half of it out. Scooping it from within him. Then he did the same with Bowen's chest, the sound of his heartbeat--their shared heartbeat--filling the chapel. With a blast of fire to his chest and then the knight's to seal their wounds, it was done. Bowen gasped and coughed, his hand moving to the scar on his chest. "Wha... what…?"

Ryan smiled and hugged Siveth. "You did it," he said, "You saved your true love."

Siveth smiled and hugged Ryan, nuzzling the human as Bowen sat up. Then Siveth took the knight's hands in his own, and gave Bowen a soft kiss. "Half my heart to make you whole. You will not perish, this day or any other. You have my oath as a dragon." "Oh, Sev..." Bowen smiled, and moved into another kiss--deep and passionate--with his dragon; with his mate.

"Let's go home," said Ryan as he got on his daddy's back.

"Let's." With that, Draco led the victorious party out of the castle, out of Duloc, and back to their forest home.

When they arrived, Ryan finally removed his underwear and began kissing his mate.

Bowen did the same, stripping down and then moving into an embrace and deep kiss with Siveth. "Mmm... Ryan..." Draco purred into the kiss, his hands all over the young man. Ryan's shoulders and back. His chest and hips. His rump, squeezing and kneading the soft cheeks, and then cupping and fondling his balls. "I know we already share a heart, and our mateship is already solid, but..." He crooned to the human. "My little one... do you take your Daddy as your wedded mate? To have and to hold, as long as we both shall live?" He murmured the words he'd listened to the priest say, wanting him and his little one to pledge themselves to each other in this way as well.

"I do," said Ryan hugging Draco with tears of joy, "Forever and always."

"Then I take you as my wedded mate as well. To have and to hold, as long as we both shall live." He nuzzled his human. "Forever and always." With that, he kissed Ryan to seal their matrimony.

Ryan tilted his head to make the kiss long, deep, and intimate. "Daddy... Can two males have kids?" asked Ryan, "Because I wish to have your offspring."

"It's rare, but it can happen." Draco smiled and pressed his hips against Ryan's. Belly to belly. Crotch to crotch. "And I would love to try with you as many times as it takes." He pressed a kiss to Ryan's forehead. "Any way Siv and I can get in on this, too?" Bowen looked over to Ryan and Draco, he and the blue-scaled dragon smiling to the other couple.

Ryan smiled at Draco. "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be one on one with another human," he said softly.

"Then go to him, my little one. Mate him with my blessing." A flick of his tongue against Ryan's forehead. "And if you don't mind, I'll see about being one-on-one with Siveth here." "I would like that." Siveth purred, looking to the other dragon." Bowen, meanwhile, smiled to Ryan. "Get on over here, boy."

Ryan smiled as the two nude males lay down with each other and kissed with deep passion.

Bowen stroking Ryan's shoulders. Feeling over his chest. Rubbing their crotches--their hardening cocks--together. "Mmm... Ryan..." Bowen smiled, moving a hand up to cup the human's cheek. "To be honest, you've got me falling pretty hard for you."

"And I you," said Ryan softly as he kissed the knight on the lips, "Was it from the first time we met?"

"Mm... a little bit." He blushed. "I have to admit, you were quite... attractive to me, even back then. And continuing to see you has only made you moreso."

"And I loved you ever since I saw you practicing your sword strokes," said Ryan softly as they kissed.

"Mmm... then perhaps I'll show you just how well I can handle a 'blade'..." He grinned, reaching down and grasping Ryan's cock. Stroking. Squeezing. Pumping slowly and tenderly.

Ryan moaned as he felt himself grow hard and he started sucking on the side of Bowen's neck as pre was leaking from his tip.

Bowen moaned, pressing in against Ryan and grinding his chest against the younger man's own. He continued to pump Ryan's erection, feeling over it with his palm and fingertips. Rolling the foreskin back and forth, and delving down into it. Crooning to Ryan with every twitch and throb of it. "Yeah, that's it, Ryan. You just let Bowen take care of you, alright?"

"Yes, my brave knight," said Ryan softly as he kissed the older man above him and wrapped his arms around the knight's neck.

They could hear moaning and panting and purring off to the side as Siveth and Draco explored each other's bodies as well. Kissing. Groping. Licking and snuffling each other all over; under their arms and between their thighs and under their tails. Bowen chuckled softly, kissing Ryan's temple. "Your Daddy do things like this a lot with you? Back when the two of you first started up?"

"Oh yes," said Ryan, "A lot. Our love was so strong and it was just the two of us."

"Mmm, it was much the same for me and Siveth. Although..." He blushed as he smiled, and pressed a kiss to Ryan's lips while fondling the younger man's balls. "I wasn't quite as young as you were." He winked and let out a soft laugh.

Ryan smiled. "Can I suck you off while you get my hole ready?" he asked softly.

"Of course you can." Bowen grinned and laid back, gently turning Ryan around atop him. He helped the younger man to his hands and knees, gently pushed Ryan down to let his thick erection rub on the young man's face, and then sat up to press his nose right into Ryan's cleft. “Mmm..."

Ryan held the base of Bowen's cock and he gave the tip a teasing lick before sucking down on that long rod.

Bowen sighed long and low as he felt Ryan's moth latch onto his thick shaft, the young man's tongue rubbing along it as it pushed to sink down into Ryan's throat. The knight, meanwhile, pulled the other man's asscheeks apart to take deep sniffs of the scent in the cleft. Sniffing and snuffling all over Ryan's hole and backsack, and then pressing his tongue to the puffy entrance to lick and lap and slurp all over it.

Ryan moaned as he bobbed his head while sucking on Bowen's cock. It felt incredible this way as he could taste Bowen's pre coming.

Bowen began to gently hump, fucking Ryan's face as he ate the younger man out. His tongue prodded the other man's hole, and easily slipped inside to give the knight a taste of Ryan's insides. Tight. Hot. Musky; tasting and smelling heavily of Draco's cock.

And at that moment, Bowen could feel Ryan's cock was leaking pre onto the knight's chest.

He reached down to gently squeeze and pump it once more as he pushed his tongue in as deep as it could go, swirled it around, and then pulled back to huff and pant puffs of humid breath over the opened, slickened ring. "Mmm... you wanna keep sucking my dick for a bit, boy, or..." He patted Ryan's rump and pressed a kiss to the young man's balls. "You ready for the main event?"

"I'm ready," panted Ryan with pre dribbling down his face.

Bowen sat up, taking Ryan into his arms and turning the young man around for a deep, musk-filled kiss. He laid Ryan down, making sure they could both get a good view of Draco and Siveth's own rutting, and then moved between Ryan's legs to position himself. "You ready, boy?" His hands stroked Ryan's chest and sides as he smiled down to the younger man and gave him a kiss.

"When it comes to someone I'm deeply in love with, the answer is always yes," said Ryan as he caressed Bowen's face and kissed him deeply.

With that as his answer, the knight moaned into the kiss while cupping Ryan's cheek. He pushed in, slow and gentle and insistent, until he was hilted inside of the younger man. And then, almost immediately, he started up a quick and even pace of rutting into Ryan's tight, squeezing passage.

"Oh... I love you, Bowen," moaned Ryan softly as he felt the knight push his cock deep and the boy's insides were spread further.

"Mmmf... I love you, too, Ryan." The knight moaned, stroking Ryan's face and gazing into his eyes. "If you and Draco will have me and Siveth, then... I'd like us all to be mates together." He blushed. "...A family together. You, me, Draco, Siv... and all the children we may have with each other."

"Yes," said Ryan moaning and hugging Bowen, "That is what I wish for more than anything."

"Then let's do it." He began to rock and thrust faster. Harder. Deeper. Matching the pace Draco was setting as he mated Siveth, the four feeling the warmth of their shared hearts as their orgasms slowly approached.

"Cum inside me, Bowen," whimpered Ryan as he held onto the nude knight, "I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm close too... Ryan... oh, Ryan...!" Faster. Harder. Deeper. Dipping down into a breathless kiss as the two finally groaned, and Bowen's cock erupted into the younger man. Shot after shot of his cum spurted deep into Ryan, filling his clenching passage.

"YES!" moaned Ryan as the flow of cum inside him made the boy cum too. They both kissed each other lovingly. "I love you, Sir Bowen," he said softly.

"Mmm... and I love you, Ryan." Bowen smiled to the younger man. They heard purring and rumbling, and felt Draco and Siveth press in close to cuddle the two human's between them. "We love you, too." Draco nuzzled Ryan, and then flicked his tongue against Bowen's lips. "Our dearly beloved mates." "Indeed." Siveth nuzzled Bowen's temple, and then smiled to Ryan and moved in to flick his tongue on the young human's forehead. "Now and forevermore."

A few years later, there were a few dragon hatchlings playing with winged humans and Ryan was resting in Draco's arms as they watched their children play with each other.

"Mm... look at them, Ryan." Draco purred, nuzzling into his mate's shoulder. "Our sons." He chuckled, watching a few of them swoop through the air while a dragon hatchling and winged human tussled and rolled around on the ground together.

"And to think, when we first met, I started out as your son... Now... We're happily married with kids," said Ryan kissing Draco lovingly, "I love you... Daddy."

The dragon purred and stroked Ryan's chest and belly. "And I love you too, my son. My little one. My beloved mate." He nuzzled against Ryan's cheek. "When they grow older... when they reach adolescence... would you like to teach them about mating the way I did with you? Perhaps... welcome them to be mates with us as well?"

Ryan smiled. He was older, but being mated to Draco had slowed the aging process so he still looked like he was 21. "I'd love that," said Ryan softly as he kissed the dragon he had come to love with all of their heart.

The End