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It's done! YAAAAAY!

Read, vote, comment. I'm contemplating whether I should make a part two or leave it with this ending and go back to my other project... Cause I'mm tease like that. ¬_¬

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'This isn't happening. It can't be happening. It's all a dream- a very bad dream! ' Thoughts drove through Janus' mind almost as quickly as the blood driven by his pounding heart. Where to run. Where to find shelter. Where he might gain help. All backdropped with a curtain of panicked disbelief. Dragons had not been seen for such a time that acknowledgement of their very existance had begun to wane. Yet somehow he had the great 'fortune' to have one land in the middle of his camp, rather violently too. The next thing he knew, he was on a witless run with his weapons and very clothing left behind forgotten. His only protection a faded grey undergarment.

Janus stumbled to the side of an ancient, broad-trunked tree and leaned an arm against it to try and feed his air-strapped lungs. He had been on the run long enough that the predawn light had begun to filter through the forest canopy. At least an hour of blind twists and turns that left his muscles spent and his vision blurred. Surely his pursuer had finally given up the chase for easier fare. Or lost him outright.

The leathery beat of a great wing overhead froze his breath. He hoped numbly, his mouth forming silent pleas to the fates. A moment of silence. Hope grew slightly as time went. He dared to breathe again.

" Oh you ARE a worthy hunt, little human!" There was a pause as the beating wings circled the canopy- looking for a place to crash through. " You nearly lost me again, but you can't get away from me! Not for long!" The voice faded in and out as the dragon's head turned in a variety of directions. "But it is almost time for our game to end. ... Tell you what- I'll give you one, last, DASH!"

The final word was punctuated by a cacophony of breaking lumber, and the tree Janus had been leaning against shuddered violently. There was a dull, primal moment when he realizd just how a vole felt being chased from its burrow by a fox deftly pounding the ground directly above it. There was a body-electrifying jolt of adrenaline, and he was in motion without his mind engaging even what direction it should be heading in. Just a simple *AWAY!* command and his legs followed. Laughing, that taunting voice called from above again in hot pursuit.

"No! Not that way!"

Heedless of the alarmed-sounding voice above, and the pain of his bare feet and legs crushing through a thorned patch of undergrowth, he ran on. If the dragon didn't want him running that way then like hell was he going to turn.

The world very suddenly opened up into a vast expanse of blue sky above, and open air before him. His feet tried to anchor themselves- sliding and dislodging a patch of squishy cliffside moss. He leaned back as he fought for balance. Arms pinwheeled. The dark shadow of his pursuer shot out into the emptiness. He leaned forward, gaining a view of the rocky lakeshore a hundred feet below. His feet were no longer under him. He went shoulder first into the edge of the precipice. He rolled. Bounced. Empty air and spinning colors greeted him. Then a heavy, fleshy impact snached awareness from his grasp.

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" Janus..."

The call was soft- the tones female and almost motherly. Pricking gently at his consciousness.

" Janus... open your eyes for me..."

There was a note of concern in the voice. He felt movement. He was being carried. The tones in his ear made him feel strangely both at great ease and also in terrible danger.

"We're here now, Janus. You're home."

Recognition of the rumbling voice drove a fleeting wakefulness to his mind, along with memory of what happened. His instinct was to sit up, to move somehow. To take stock of his surroundings. Unfortunately he could barely lift his eyelids let alone shift free of the arms cradling him like a child. It was as if his body was constructed of lead. After some effort of will his vision cleared, and centered on a shape that made his face pale. A cold sweat of renewed fear broke out as he realised he was held firmly in his hunter's grasp, the dragon's black-scaled face looking down on him with an expression he couldn't quite identify. Vibrant green, snake-slit irises smiled back at him triumphantly.

*"There we go, that's much better. I was afraid I had been too rough on your frail form." * As she spoke- for it was indeed a female voice that issued from his captor- he tried to take stock of his surroundings. There was a dim but constant light from an unknown source, revealing a narrow passage lined with wet-looking rock formed from thousands of years of slowly dripping mineral-encrusted water. The air was stone tempered into a cool constantcy- a trait that said they were a ways underground beyond the reach of weather. The heavy tread of his captor, made akward with the offset balance of her burden, echoed dully as a seemingly random turn was taken into a side chamber. The world faded again into darkness, leaving him with dreams of talontips pressing against his bare skin.

When next Janus awoke he first thought the night's ordeal no more than an unnervingly real dream. He lay nestled among his own furs, a small fire having burned itself to coals nearby but still giving a measure of warmth to the air. There was still little light- a detail his mind translated into it being predawn through stubborn will of denial. Only when he shifted a hand and felt cold smooth stone beyond the edge of his furs did he finally relent to his situation. Brown eyes slid open to the dim surroundings as nervousness drove his heart back to a higher rhythm. He shifted, testing his body and finding a curiosity in his lack of pain or stiffness. Between his lengthy mad run, the scraping tree limbs and thorn bushes, and his final fall he expected he should hardly be able to move.

He threw aside the top layer of furs only to swiftly discover another confounding point. He was naked. Wholly without even the undergarments he had been running in. Not that there would have been much left. Shaking his head to clear it, he began checking himself over. His skin shined slightly. An oil had been rubbed over him and was likely the reason for his allieved pain. He tested his joints one by one, only finding a tender twinge at his left shoulder. There he found the darker patch of a bruise deep under his skin. His only other mark was a scratch that ran diagonally across his chest. His captor at least saved him from what would have been a hundred foot oblivion- though the ege of his mind wondered if it would turn out to be good luck or bad.

Satisfied for the time being, he found himself increasingly nervous about being without protection. ...If his skins had been gathered then maybe... Janus twisted his head from one side to the other quickly, scanning for any sign of his few posessions. As if beckoning to him, he spied them laying neatly at the opposite wall of this strange underground chamber. He would have to step into the open to retrieve them- away from the small indentation where he lay.

" *Ah, finally my pet awakens." * A low chuckle reverberated through the darkness, freezing Janus mid-crawl before he could even fully quit the pad of furs. One of the shadows at the edge of his bubble of light shifted, the shape told only in outline by its motion in the low light. His heart gave a single, hard, ear-pulsing thud then seemed to stop altogether as primal fear fought for control of his mind once again.

"Come now no need for that." ** The deep but feminine voice slid out to him from the darkness. **"I have no urge to harm you my pet. If I had really intended to do any of the things likely floating through your skull they would have been done already."

The dragon paused, still near invisible save for those bright green eyes that exposed themselves cheshire-like in the darkness. Janus wobbled slightly, bringing an exasperated sound from the Dragon's direction.

"Breathe." The word was singular. Ordered. It struck Janus bodily with a nerve-climbing tingle and he felt his straining chest suddenly release on command. He ghasped slightly for air he hadn't realised he was holding.

*"Sit." * Again that nervous system tingle rushed from his front to his back and he found himself sitting atop the furs, his body for a bare moment disconnected from his mind. The light in the room seemed to be increasing slightly, sourced from a new point somewhere behind the dragon. ...no... Janus realised it was the dragon itself. The use of what was obviously magic had brought a slight illumination to markings in the black of her scales. The shapes were a pale blue-green, and he wondered at them. He had seen them before but he couldn't yet place where. They looked almost as the tatoos used by the more tribal eastern nomads. All whorls and flowing bends that highlited the major shapes of her lines- then they were gone again as the moment faded.

The illumination revealed a lot of the shape that was once hidden from his mind. The dragon was actually much smaller than he once thought- perhaps the same shoulder-height of a quarter-horse with her wings folded neatly along the serpentine bend of her body. But many times longer- a full twenty feet from whiplike tailtip to angular snout, possibly more. Still what concerned him most now was the power she seemed to so easily have over him. That and the disconcertingly highlited green of her eyes. They seemed to be evaluating his body just as he was hers. It reminded him of his nakedness. A trait that gained weight over his rapidly spent fear until he began to blush under the steady gaze.

The dragon smiled, exposing the tips of ivory-white teeth. "There we go. But why the embarassment Janus? You aren't ashamed of your physique are you? Surely you look fit and hale to my eye." ** She chuckled again in that reverberating, slightly bubbly tone as his face turned sheer crimson. **"No, I don't think so. Just another human quirk trained into you from youth perhaps."

Taking amusement in her new pet's shame, she deliberately moved herself between him and his neat pile of clothes, lifting her fore to sit on her haunches- that long slender tail wrapping neatly around her feet. The motion was graceful and fluid as silk in a breeze. Every portion of her long body moved with even the slightest shift as if it flowed in waves across her form. Despite his predicament a corner of his mind found it entrancing.

Finally Janus found his voice. It was as uncertain as could be expected, but tinged with the classic prisoner's defiant attitude. "Why did you attack me? Why bring me here? Who are you!..." he was growing bold in his demands for information, his voice raising slightly with each burst. "Where have you taken me! By the gods give me my clothes! I-oof!"

Janus -was- rising to his feet as his anger grew, having found an outlet at last. But now he was pinned to his back thanks to a lightning fast flash of motion. One broad paw pinned him by his chest, her considerable weight leaving the air rushed from his lungs and his hands clawing uselessly at the limb it was connected to. The growl that came from between bared teeth mere inches from his face quelled his moment of rebellion quickly. What almost frightened him more than the suddenness of the event, was how just as suddenly the dragon's pressure eased into a nonchalant rest, and once again her demeanor reverted to almost-pleasent. Whatever she was, she was capable of a great deal and used what she had like a cat's talon. Only seen when necessary then gone as if it never existed when her goal was gained. He knew of only two types of people who behaved like that. Those with immense discipline and control, and those who were totally psychotic and without control at all.

" Better." The dragon spoke lightly again, though remaining atop his naked body. From their contact he learned just how glossy-smooth the scales of her hide were. Like rounded black glass beads, but warm and flexible. "But I suppose questions are to be expected. Though things would have been much easier if you hadn't gone and run yourself off a cliff. ... I almost didn't make it in time you know."

Again that edge of genuine concern to her voice pricked at his mind. It brought some small ease to the tension in his muscles, and he tried to listen to the dragon as she continued to speak. Maybe she really didn't intend him harm. ... but then why...

"I had merely hoped to run you to exhaustion." ** The dragon answered his unvoiced questions. **"Humans are so ingrained in their fear. I imagine that simply walking into your camp and saying 'hi' would have gotten me ... how would you put it... shanked? No that would have been less than desireable indeed. For you as well."

Janus' mind was finally coming fully back together again. His fear was spent, his anger wholly and forcibly snuffed, and recognition dawned that though trapped he was at least not in immediate danger. That left his mind to cling to the need for answers. ... And clothes. While he was not typically ashamed of his nakedness, at least not in the wilds as he had bathed in many a sunlit lake during his travels, something about the dragon's still appraising eyes made him feel... acutely exposed.

"My camp. Someone will find it eventually and come looking..."

The dragon finally lifted back off of his naked body, for the first time a moment of confusion creasing that angular black face. She was trying to read if he was trying to be threatening again, or hopeful of rescue perhaps. Unable to decide, she examined a forepaw nonchalantly. "We have no worries of being found. And trust me this is a good thing for you as well. You see I've been watching you for a while. Your habit of trying to be the 'wandering do gooder' have made you enemies, and you even pissed them off enough to work together to run you down. So I have actually saved your life twice already today. With how I tore about your camp after gathering your posessions,** they will assume you dead. Having their last sight of you being under my gaze likely helped with that as well."**

Janus was taken aback, using the opportunity to cover himself at least with a fur now that the opportunity was there while he puzzled. "Wait... what?"

The dragon sighed. "Look, let me put the pieces together for you here. There was a group who were setting up to ambush you. I discovered them during my own hunt, and decided to kill two birds with one stone. It wasn't perfect but I saved your skin by making them think you dead, and now I have you. win win."

"If you say so..." He really didn't like that 'now I have you' part. " I still don't know -why- you have me. Am I a prisoner then? Why, after a century or more of being unseen did you break your seclusion as an entire race just to save me- risking attracting the attention of brigands likely now put on to thoughts of your valuable hide in the process? Of course 'questions are to be expected'. Hell I'm still playing catch-up to the idea I'm even talking to a... being such as you. How do you know my name? ... What's -your- name?"

" Gah questions QUESTIONS! Always you are so full of questions you won't even wait for answers. Be still and listen with your ears a while instead of your mouth. ...Here." ** The dragon scooped a forepaw under the pile of articles behind her. extricating a mound of clothing and hooking it across the divide to land pell-mell atop Janus. **"Dress. Stretch. Walk with me when you are ready. But don't try anything stupid- a healing only speeds the process of a body repairing itself. It doesn't fix problems outright. Meanwhile I will try to answer as much as I can."

Janus scowled at the dragon, but after a moment began doing as instructed.

"Now. All of your questions actually tie together into one picture. Like puzzle pieces. But for you to make sense of it I will have to tell the -long- version of the story." ** She resettled herself belly-to-floor, resting her muzzle on crossed forelegs as she watched Janus dress. Again he got that uncomfortable feeling of being appraised. **"While our society is ancient, it has also been dying for much longer than you realise. There have been too few of us left for near on a millennium. And no matter how much magic runs through our veins we knew it couldn't be stopped. The lineage of the dragons is almost at an end."

Janus had finished dressing, having donned softened leather pants and a long tunic that hung near to his knees- cinched by a wide-banded belt looped and knotted at his side in the fasion of a man at arms. The lace woven through the low-cut 'V' of the front was left loose, exposing the center of his chest. The only other parts of him that were bare was his arms- well toned from a life of wander and swordplay but not overly defined or bulky. His physique was lythe and nimble, built for the subtle deceptions of a fencer rather than the raw power of the more barbaric fighting philosophies. While the dragon continued to speak he tested his shoulders again, this time more thuroughly than when he first woke up and he did indeed notice twinges from his left side.

"But while we as a race were losing out, for several reasons we couldn't let our lineage die. In fact it's absolutely vital that it not." ** The shift in tone to her story drew Janus' attention more fully- leaving him paused mid-motion. The dragon waved it off. A tangeant for later. **"Suffice it to say that bad things would happen. Old magics of binding would come undone and all sorts of chaos would spill out. So long as draconic blood exists, however dihluted, these bindings will remain."

Janus, his comfort with the dragon slowly growing, took a couple steps out from his alcove with a permissive expression on his face. The dragon responded by nodding and standing herself- making to lead the way out of the chamber through its only entrance. As they moved he noted the patterns lighting softly along her shape again. They began at the shoulders where wing met back, ran along her spine and flank and hindquarters, and finally drew to the tip of her tail in a sort of bioluminesence. This glow seemed more natural than the pulse resulting from her magic before. Something that was a function of her body. Whatever the mechanic my have been it was enough to light a small patch of the tunnel around him.

"Oddly it was one dragon's period of lust that created a solution- you might call it heat, we call it something much more distinctive-sounding... but it translates to the same thing. With no others of his kind about, the dragon instead took to a human woman. She had wandered into his territory and he... had her pay a toll for safe return. She bore a child from the union. The child had the form of his mother, but we all could tell- after investigating the event- that a dragon's blood ran his veins as well. It came as a surprise to all of my kind in the region. After all it was akin to one of you fucking a goat actually."

...Janus wasn't sure whether to be insulted at being compared to an animal. But he forced himself to let it slide as they walked- taking a turn and moving down what felt like a slightly downhill tunnel. After all mating with any other species than human- even if it was an intelligent one- would be taboo to him as well.

"But in his perversion, we found a salvation. A way to preserve if not ourselves, at least a measure of our lineage. To that end our taboos changed."

As the pair strode, the dragon's markings were growing very slowly, but steadily, brighter. Janus was also beginning to feel strange. Like a vibration of energy was seeping through him. It was a much weaker version of what he felt those times that the dragon had forced her will over his body. It wasn't coming from the dragon either. Instead it seemed to press in from the path ahead like a soft breeze.

The sensation made him feel a new measure of discomfort, and he found himself debating whether the darkness of the path was safer than the source of his light. In the end he was forced to follow as she continued to walk without pause- dragging him along by virtue of primal instincts.

"It had been decided that such acts would no longer be frowned upon, and in fact became encouraged as a means to greater ends. I remember finding my father doing such a thing for the first time. Watching him as he filled a woman. I remember his cock burying into her. Seeding her. I must admit I grew to enjoy the view and the smells and the sounds of their moans..."

The dragoness' voice trailed off whistfully, Janus beginning to wonder over at least one thread of the purpose to this story. Her eyes, those brilliant green eyes, were still focused ahead but had taken an unmistakeably lustful glint.

"It awakened my first heat you know."

Now this was a train of thought he suddenly wanted to knock off its rails. Especially when that distantly-lustful expression turned on him.

"Of course males of your species didn't have the capacity to fulfill one of our kind let alone bear fruit- half breed or no." ** Janus let out his hung breath in relief. **"I am lucky that I had my father to help me through it."

The tunnel opened up into another chamber without warning to Janus. It did not widen a great deal, but it was lined from roof to ground in pointed clusters of crystal. It felt as if they had walked into the center of a giant geode. A path had been cut smooth across the center, leading to an equally bare circle at the middle of the oblong chamber. Inside was fresh air from some unseen vent to the surface.

"And therein lies my predicament. With so few members of our race left we are spread too far to find mates. What mates there are, are too close to family as our bodies reject eggs that carry too similar a set of genes. And with the union depending too much on specific circumstances I am left without a chance to have young of my own."

At their apparent destination, both physically and in the story, Janus felt confused by both. "So, unable to find a mate you captured me to be your source of pleasure? I am to be a puppet for your amusement then."

She strode in serpentime grace to the open circle and turned around- a wing unfurling partly as the markings took on their full glow over her body. Still not bright, but enough to illuminate her form fully and to reflect softly through the clear crystals surrounding them. Her emotions remained level despite the offensive accusations he threw. ...Points towards the self controlled personality.

" Oh, nothing so base. And I resent that you would assume so little after all I have told you. What would I gain other than bland carnal pleasure?" ** The dragon smiled, her eyes slanting in an expression mixed between mischief and desire. " **I simply haven't given you all the pieces yet. I wanted to bring you here first. To this place of power where I could show you what is in store."

Janus fidjeted nervously, not entirely sure of he -wanted- all the pieces considering they renewed the path he thought derailed by her own story. The expression of dawning knowledge only intensified her smile and added a flick to the tip of her tail.

" You see, we dragons can sense our own. It's in the smell. It tells us who they are. Where they are from. And it even extends to the results of human unions. That smell is on you too... half-brother. And through it I have found a means to give you a great gift- and open a path to what I seek as well."

Janus took a hesitant backward step as the dragon before him slid low to the stone. The feeling of being prey once again smashed over him. The dragon's motions, illuminated by her own markings, were as graceful as a water flow- and as dangerous as one of the great cats readying to pounce. As she hunkered down both wings spread paralell to the ground- only half open as any further would put them in danger of the sharp stone points beyond the shaped circle. Sensing a chance to flee with her motions so limited, he wheeled around and made to run. Surely her bulk would give him an advantage if he could find one of the narrower, more natural passages in this place.

"STOP!"

The dragon's voice rumbled through the crystals of the cavern- which in turn hummed in response as power echoed through power. With Janus' body now frozen in place all hopes dashed away to the dark corners he himself wished he could hide in.

*"Forgot about that already did we?" * The voice was suddenly soft, a bass sultry tone right next to his ear. It sent an unbidden chill through his spine. She had come up behind him without a sound, and purposefully washed a hot breath over the back of his neck. It spoke of lips barely out of reach of his flesh.

*"Turn." * Her confident voice was soft, but he still felt his body follow her order and in a moment he stood face to muzzle. A forepaw graced his arm and the turning stopped. Her green eyes met his brown with a glint of impish smugness. This close he could pick out small golden-yellow flecks that interrupted what he thought was a pure solid color. He had to resist getting lost in those eyes despite himself. Perhaps that was her design- he had heard that magic was founded in the meeting of a gaze- or by the knowing of a name.

"It must be eating you alive wondering how I can do this..." ** The dragon broke her expansive eye contact with a laugh, turning her attention to the man's tunic and the chest hidden beneath. **"I'll give you a hint."

With a deft flick her forepaw tugged the 'v' of his shirt to one side, then another brought a lance of pain to his exposed chest paralelling the previous scratch. Though much shorter to preserve the life of his clothing, it was deep enough for a short trail of crimson to immediately follow. He stood frozen while this happened. The only reaction his body would allow was a tightening of his jaw and a tensing of the neck that exposed the tendons of his shoulders. This seemed to bring a slant of approval to her eyes- which closed soon after as her tongue slid out of her maw and along the fresh wound exposed by his pinned neckline. That was a unique sensation to him. The morsel of flesh was fiery warm and languidly soft, leaving a trail of wet that somehow overpowered the post-cut burn he expected like with any injury by edge of weapon.

The dragon expressed much more enjoyment. She drew in a slow breath and let out a long croon of pleasure.

*"You bear injury well. ... So you really have used those pretty swords of yours." * Her voice had grown softer still. To the point of passing as a whisper for a being of her size. Among the soft notes was a sense that she was impressed. if only slightly. Her eyes were bare slits, their vibrance muted with the diminished dark and the blue-green glow that held it at bay. The crystal points at the far side of the chamber glittered in the darkness that escaped like stars in a night sky. With a fresh, sanguine sample of his essence on her tongue she touched his cheek gently with a talontip. His taste tingled coppery and sweet, making the hunger in her grow all the more.

"Come." ** She instructed gently this time, stepping backwards and guiding his passive body to the center of the carved ring. While before the control lasted bare moments in here it seemed preserved. The chamber magnified her strength in a way he couldn't fathom. **"I want to share myself with you, Janus. To show you the gift I offer."

He found himself at the center of the circle, where he noted mutely a sigil in the layer of clear crystal. it had been cut the thickness of what remained where more points must have been- an inch, possibly two to reveal black stone like inlays of a jeweller's piece. It was a circle, filled with an equal-sided triangle with the corners connected to the very center. Other scrawls and sigils were minutely drawn along both sides of every line in the circle. Their specific shapes were too small to determine from his vantage point. It where the lines met at the center that he was positioned.

As he stood the dragon closed her eyes yet again, this time in intense concentration. He heard her breath surge deep and long. He felt a deep thrumm beginning to pulse in the air. Like the room was being stirred by an great, invisible heart. No. The stone. The chamber. It was the heart. Not knowing what was to come quickened his own causing his chest wound to echo the beat of the chamber. The dragon seemed lost in it. Distant.

When her eyes reopened they centered on his own with ironlike resolve. Her head shot forward and her forepaws took hold of his head by one and shoulder by the other. Both of his hands shot up as well in a vain attempt at defense. His mind completely forgot to even register his ability to move as the dragon's muzzle pressed to his lips. His voice rang in a sound of surprise just before it was filled with her tongue. He tasted the copper tones of his own blood. He felt the slick gloss of her saliva. He tasted something else too that he couldn't describe even to his own mind. It was earthy. Coppery like his blood but with the sense of a much grander scale of elements.

He found his body's tension bleeding away into the strange embrace. He felt her lust. Her need. Also a host of other emotions. Sorrow. Loneliness. Elation of success. Fear. She deepened the embrace. Her body pressed in against his as the emotions grew stronger. One of desperate need being plucked from the pile like a small gem from a multitude of grains of sand. It was held to the light for him. It threatened to take him over. He found himself deepening the kiss as well- his tongue pushing forward to meet hers, a hotly exhaled breath escaping his nostrils.

There was a crack that split the moment. Like the sound of a wet leather strap striking a stone slab. But it wasn't heard. it was felt. And he had the very peculiar sensation of falling out of the back of his own skull.

Janus opened his eyes and pulled back from the embrace. He found himself looking up at the dragon before him, who seemed suddenly different. it wasn't the same being that had originally captured him. he also felt sensations throughout his body that he couldn't entirely identify. But they were uncomfortable. It felt as if a vacancy was in him, and it ached to be filled. His whole body from tailtip to snout felt overwarm like a freshly broken fever. His four limbs felt shaky and weak as they held themselves aloft from his position on his back. He spied a hunger in the other dragon's expression as it looked meaningfully down at her groin.

...Her?

This wasn't his body. His mind refound a sense of lost self. Ehough to at least come to that conclusion. Somehow he was in his captor. Moving as if scripted. Letting out a wimper of mixed fear and need without even attempting to move his tongue or lips. Then the haze of need stole him again.

"Please father, I've learned enough. I can't stand it any longer!" her cry was plaintiff as wings stretched along cusions and skins padding her back from the small forest clearing they both had selected days ago. Her eyes narrowed, fuzzing her vision of the deep russet-colored dragon towering over her. His sympathetic croon was little salve to the fiery need in her body. And instead of moving closer as she desired he sat back- revealing the brightness of the day as er eyes left the shelter of his shadow.

"My precious child, you have grown so much. But it is only your mind that has learned. I still must teach your body." To punctuate the phrase one of his forepaws shifted, and her head bent to follow the motion until she was looking down her own belly- heaving with the shallow pants of her heat. A new explosion of sensation lit her nerves, and her back arched hard as she writhed on the ground. it scared her. She felt violated. Out of control. Helpless and vulnerable as the finger slid into her. It shifted, the motion rapidly losing friction as her body responded with a burst of moisture at her loins. She groaned needily and her head ground against the earth behind it.

*"I don't care! I need it now. Right now!" * She nearly wailed in loss as the finger withdrew. Her ear collecting the wet sound of its exit as if that could hold the sensation in. There was silence from her father, and the fresh spike of need was allowed to subside over the impatient minutes. What had been an overwhelming, painful emptiness finally faded to a mere dull throb of desire. Her breath slowed. Evened out. When she sat up reluctantly father nodded in silent praise.

*"Then I will teach you. Now." * He stilled her elation with an authoritative glance, reminding her to maintain at least a semblance of control. then it was his turn to lean back. As he did, the released curve of his body revealed a swollen, flech-colored shaft that bobbed at his groin. The tip was narrow and had a lengthy taper before finding true girth inches behind the head. Her father's cock sat fully exposed before her for the second time in her life. In knowing it's full purpose, this time it seemed much more intimidating. It had little texture to speak of. The shape was consistant and fluid right to the very base- where it flared suddenly wider to blend with the flesh of his own genital slit. Last time he had taught her how to touch such an organ to bring pleasure. And again her body snuggled as close to her father's hips as it could get. Her body rested against his as she silently read her instructions.

A forepaw slinked around the very base. There her fingers were barely able to touch tip to tip around it. She squeesed, lifting along his length and watching the pink flesh swell ahead of her grip. At the touch Janus' mind found another fragment of itself and balked. He could feel the sensation of cock in his hand and it was strange. Alien. Especially as it wasn't one of his own. Somehow even being in the body of his captor that seemed wrong. But trapped as he was there was naught that he could to to prevent it.

"Ooooh... that's it child. Help me get ready. Touch it. Explore."

She did as instructed, Janus forced to ride along as fingers constricted and relaxed, the scent of maleness growing stronger in her nose as she leaned into her task. She traced the subtle lines of his swells and dips, her mind wandering to what it would feel like with them grinding inside her. Her concentration was broken at the feel of a paw over her head. it was bringing her muzzle closer to him.

*'open your mouth child. Don't worry now." * Lips parted. A tongue licked them nervously. *"That's it. Put it in your mouth, that's a good girl." * His croons of encouragement drove her on, and, as her lips closed against Janus' vehement will, he learned what cock truely tasted like. A pulse of blood surged its length as the heat of her tongue embraced it. The taste was not unlike that of her father's sweat from his neck during passionate embraces. It was only stronger. Sublimed with the glossy-smooth surface of soft skin instead of the rich texture and firmness of scale. Her own body seemed to feed off the shudder of pleasure and rumbling hiss that sounded.

"Suck my cock Shahl. Mmmm yes cover it with your tongue. That's it..." She felt that same wetness build that was brought out by his invading digit only minutes before. but the need she felt seemed tempered. Perhaps only because she knew it would finally be satiated. If only she could drive her father into the same unrelenting urge. She sucked harder, Janus' mind forced to experience every moment of her discovery as if it was his own while her head began to bob slowly, wet sounds lifting from parted lips as her tongue greedily went after the male tastes presented to her. By the shudders and deliberately deep breaths of her father, Shahl guaged that she was doing well and her body relaxed more into the task.

This seemed to be a signal the much older male had been waiting for. She was only allowed a few more strokes of her inexperienced tongue before he lifted her head away. She looked up at him uncertain of what was next.

*"It is my turn now child." * Father leaned in and licked her snout, catching a small bit of her saliva off her lip before pulling her up into another bodily embrace. The press of her body against his much longer one ground his cock against her tail. The proximity to her virgin vent made her wimper in renewed need. She wasn't in so much control after all, and her hips rolled forward instinctively to heighten that point of pressure. Father released his hold and drew away.

"More must be done first." His statement was gentle. Spoken through a nip to her throat just under the chin. "You got me ready, now I need to get you ready."

"But I -AM- ready!" ** Her voice was weak as she spoke. Her eyes slanted drunkenly. **"I've been ready forever!"

"No child, you barely know what ready is." ** Pointed tooth tips showed through his characteristic loving smile, and her half-lidded eyes were thrown open as he used a hind limb to press the surface of her hole and rub down. It released a fresh wave of wet scent that he drew in to savor. *"I am going to kiss you down here first. I promise you will like it." * He paused to let a playful, reverberating laugh bubble over her. **"You'll like it a lot."

"...ok..."

"That's my girl." Father leaned towards her again, his muzzle pressing nose to nose with hers before their passionate kissing resumed. The embrace was not far removed from that between humans as muzzles pressed and tongues played, but it felt alien to Janus' captive awareness without the full press of lips that humans could achieve. Shahl leaned forward into it greedily, her tail shifting to counterbalance as a paw lifted to her father's crest and took hold. he responded by licking at her. First her cheek, then neck and shoulder and all punctuated with nips and croons into the frill of her ear.

Shahl's neck flexed to expose herself to the sensations, a sigh of her own escaping as his sharp toothtips sent tingles up and down her spine. Father stepped forward, guiding her to a renewed position on her back. Her tail lifted and pressed between his legs in an attempt to hurry things along. Again she felt the close, radiant heat of his shaft so close to her she had to have it inside. Instead it withdrew as father drew himself down her body while dancing his tongue over the soft places of her scale-covered body. Despite her winpered urgings, he took his time with her. He explored her body and insisted on kissing every detail he came across. On only tracing his talontips around the edge of her slit as he drew close- but never touched. He used his experience as a lover to lift and lower her need like tides of the ocean untul she found herself floating helplessly.

*"Oh!" * Shahl exclaimed as the moist heat of his tongue finally touched her sex. She felt every detail. The surface folds spread, the space between twitching tight against the pressure to her virgin entrance. It was instinct. A bodily reflex that his tongue massaged and lapped against steadily. But just as the ring of tight muscle began to relax, just as his tongue felt as if it would push forward, it instead withdrew.

"Oh, ... Father please. Please don't sto-hop." Her plea was weak, interrupted by a moan as she felt the coldness of the air against her spread and shining folds. He ignored her and instead kissed his way back up her body and tangled his tongue with hers. She felt his lust. She tasted her own on his tongue. Again that close, radiant warmth was present and this time she wouldn't let it get away. Her forelegs reached up around the larger male's neck and took hold with laced talontips. If it wasn't for the thickness of his scales she would have likely ripped him open. Her hinds attempted the same around his sides but the wider girth and their lacking dexterity only suceeded in hooking against his strong hips.

"Never fear my child, I'm not going to." Their eyes met for a long time, both matching in that deep, intense color of green. "Though for a time you will wish for nothing else."

Whatever rebuke Janus heard forming in her mind, it was dashed away as father leaned into daughter, and the narrow tip of his burning rod found her small hole. The pressure was light at first, pulsing and twitching at the tight center of her being. As it grew she felt her own flesh caving in. Sinking under his weight instead of opening. Her moisture and saliva left him slick and glossy, but still the pressure built. Her sharp teeth showed through lips pulled back in a grimace of effort. She could feel that very tip prodding into her, beginning to penetrate but the grip of her walls was too tight still for more.

Father suddenly released the pressure with a turn of his hips- unstoppering a fresh wave of slick shine as her sex-muscles relaxed in fatigue. Just as quickly he thrust forward before they could recover. Her body was forced open. He slid forward. His muzzle pressed against hers to stifle a cry. As he sheathed himself her mind tried desperately to convince her body to recoil from the pain that it so strongly desired.

The base of Janus' skull exploded into the tingle of struck nerves again, and he felt his consciousness violently sucked forward in a deadlong dive back to his own body. The embrace that the dragon he now knew as Shahl had been broken. He fell forward against the phantom falling sensation. He was breathless. Sweating. The pit of his stomach was a knot as he landed heavily on his knees. It took him a few seconds to realise that he had returned to reality, and a few more to recognise a look of agitation on his captor.

"No not yet! Damnit!" Shahl turned in circled while her head remined pointed to the entrance to the magic-laden room. "Damnit damnit damnit..." She muttered under her breath, obviously trying to think fast. Whatever was happening she hadn't at all expected it. Janus didn't really care what it was though.

"What... the hell did you do to me?" Was all he could muster as his breath slowly returned. He still felt the phantom sensations of wings and tails coiled together, of joined muzzles and ear frills. ...Of bodies being penetrated as if it was his own. That was what disturbed him the most. he had to remind the images swirling in his head that he didn't have a cunt to be filled, that it wasn't real. All the actual voice of Shahl a mere worried chant in the background. "I said what did you DO TO-"

*"Quiet! Do you wanna get killed?!" * Her voice was a hiss through gritted teeth, and seemed to carry none of the weight it once had. " *I shared a memory with you. That's all. Now be quiet or we'll -both- be found out and believe me when I say that you do not, under any circumstances, want that to happen!" * Her head turned to look over her shoulder at the entrance with a muttered 'too damn soon!'

Finally she seemed to come to a conclusion. Her whole body shook once with the decision then her attention turned back to him. "Stay here. Don't make a sound, and I'll be back when I can. It might be a while but you will be safe here." ** She paused. ** "I'll bring food."

The dragon had almost completely left the room- the glow of her markings having faded from his place in the middle- before as an afterthought she touched a taloned paw to one of the crystals. ** ** After only a second it took on her blue-green glow, then she was gone up the tunnel and he was suddenly very alone with nothing but a soft glow and the taste of her blood on his tongue.

And hunger.

And fatigue.

And, after the sensations she shared, powerfully unfulfilled arousal.

He also wondered if it was indeed oil that was on his skin when he awakened.

Janus let out a curse and punched the air.