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Hey guys, chapter 18 is coming at ya. So very close to the end to the Illian Series, and hopefully, if you all have enjoyed this Series enough, I may have one last trick up my sleeve...

The stench that was now filling his nose nearly made Markus choke on his own vomit, but through his determination, he held it back. The smell that was poisoning his mind was one that he was very well attuned to, but somehow, it was far, far worse than any other time before. This odor had become vital for Markus's survival, and even though he knew there was a better way, the actions that were the forerunner for this smell needed to be done. It was the stench of blood. On this blooded and ash covered battlefield, the stench came in pools, and yet, Markus was alone. He knew by now that this was all just a dream, a fantasy created by his dormant mind, yet this dream felt so much like reality, it nearly frightened the 21 year old Evizil. With Belgagan in his right hand, Markus could only shudder as he saw the damage that lay before him, each bit more gruesome than the next. To his left, limbs and torsos, and even heads that had lost their bodies, littered the frozen grass and stained the earth with a crimson taint. To his right, acres of ash laid before him, and even though he had not experienced it himself, Markus knew he had caused it. As the stench began driving him mad, the white werewolf covered the tip of his muzzle with his left hand; yet, as he felt a thick liquid enter the bottom of his nostrils, he took his hand away and gazed at it. Dyeing his magnificent white coat with its red corrupt essence, blood dribbled off of his clawed hand by the ounce.

Nearly screaming as he saw this, Markus stabbed the scythe into the ground next to him and stared at his whole body and as he did, he really did scream. His whole body was covered in the red, coagulating substance, turning his appearance into something that reminded Markus of the demons in the fairy tales his wet nurse had told him when he was but a small child. Sinking to his knees as the burden of this sight became too great; Markus realized that one emotion had been rattling inside his mind since the nightmare first began, Ecstasy. This wasn't the kind that was brought about by physical pleasure, but one that was being aroused by the death and blood that surrounded him. Even though he knew in his soul that this feeling was an abomination to his beliefs, Markus couldn't help but grin proudly at the damage he had wrought on this battlefield. Returning his gaze to his left hand, Markus's body began pondering the taste of the foul taint that now covered his body and so with a single motion, Markus brought his hand towards his muzzle and licked it once. Immediately, the most wondrous taste began to fill his mouth, and as it thickly crawled down his throat, the pleasure radiated there as well. Shuddering out of disgust for himself, as well as the delight he had gained by drinking the blood, Markus realized that his body was screaming for another taste. With his soul powerless to stop his raving body, the man could only cry as he began cleaning his left hand until every bit of the red substance was gone. As he was licking his hand, Markus noticed a very tall, dark figured had materialized in front of him. The figure was at least nine feet tall, had great bat-like wings that protruded from his back, a body that oddly resembled an Evizil, two spiraling horns, and claws that appeared as if they could cut through Crystal Tyrs itself. With a malignant smile, the figure said "Hello, my dear boy."

Suddenly regaining control over his body, Markus stopped cleaning his hand, stood up, stared directly into the figure's evil purple eyes and replied "So we finally meet, Valecruiz of the Void."

As the smile widened, Valecruiz responded with "I knew you were a smart one, little Markus, and I see I made the right choice by sticking with you."

"What do you mean? You've never appeared in any of my dreams before, and you use to just take over my body or fill my mind with images when you had control, so somehow I get the feeling you're not inside the Augment anymore."

Balling with laughter, Valecruiz stomped his right foot once and said "Aha, here you are in a feverish dream, and already you figure out what it is taking your friends hours to figure out. You know, you'd really think the fact that you don't bear my runes anymore would give them SOME kind of hint, don't you think?"

"Maybe, but if you truly don't inhabit my body anymore, then how can you still be in my dreams, if anything, you should have been banished when I expelled you from my body."

"Right you are my boy and by the way, you are going to pay for ruining my fun last night. If you really want to know where I hid after you took control again, look down." As he said this, Valecruiz pointed at his neck with one of his long, clawed fingers.

Looking down to where Valecruiz was pointing, Markus nearly held his breath as he saw what the demon meant. Glowing brightly around his neck, the Blood Oath amulet that Markus had been wearing for over two years now glistened with a purple, malignant light. Trying to put the pieces together with his shocked mind, Markus muttered "You...but...so you can still..."

"To both of those incomplete questions: yes. I can take over your body any time I please boy, but sadly, it appears as though you have a will strong enough to combat mine so my powers have become...limited."

Trying to piece Valecruiz in with the scene around him, Markus asked "So you...you killed nearly 40,000 people all as a way to brandish your own talents?"

With a grin returning to his face, Valecruiz replied "No...you did. I may have caused the deaths, but it was with your body and through your talents I was able to do so. This sensation you are feeling, the bloodlust that is nearly driving you mad even as we speak, was created out of your once hidden NEED for blood."

"Once hidden?"

"All apart of my payback, little boy; you mess with my fun, I cause you to forever burn with a desire for blood. Even when you awaken, this lust will follow you for the ends of time, just hope the first person you see isn't your little kitten. To think, you may end up killing your mate in the attempt to sate the hunger you have for that oh so delicious red liquid. Now, I believe it is time for you to awaken Markus, you have a Crown to find."

"Crown?"

"Yes, MY Crown, the Crown of Darkness." With that, the world around him began to fade and turn black and before he had even noticed, his eyes were wide open, staring at a wooden ceiling.

Overly cautious of his surrounding, Markus quickly sat up, pushed himself as far back as he could, and let his heart race as he now rested his back on the headboard of a bed. Suddenly, Markus had the strange feeling to look to his right, and when he did so, a dark orange face stared back at him. With a mew of delight, Kia jumped forward, grabbed him around the stomach, and began giggling. When she regained herself, she sat back up, stared into his eyes and said "Markus...you look..."

As he began recalling what he had looked like just before Valecruiz took over, Markus replied "What...a demon, a freak, a monster..."

Shaking her head, Kia looked Markus up and down and said "Normal."

Not understanding what she meant, Markus jumped out of the bed and looked about his location for some sort of mirror. The large wooden hut he inhabited now had only a large single room fit with a two person bed, a stone ring that served as a fireplace, a small rack for food, and in the way back, a small table with a hand mirror on its face. With curiosity getting the better of him, Markus jumped over the bed, landed roughly next to the small table; then he picked up the mirror and gazed into its glass face. What stared back at him made the man laugh with pure joy. His body held its pure white coat, its rocky six pack abs as well as his tightly toned muscles. Yet, the one thing that was missing is what made Markus so happy; no where on his body was a single rune burned into his coat. Caught in the moment, Markus lifted the mirror up to his face again and let out a huge howl of delight as his left pure blue iris stared back at him with its icy intensity. Not needing to see anymore, Markus put the mirror back on the table, grabbed Kia from the bed, and lifted her into the air with a great, yet gentle, hug. Donned in nothing but a silk nightgown, Kia's body easily bounced and twirled with Markus's every motion. After minutes of swinging her around in the air like this, he put her down, caught his breath and said "I'm finally me again." Just as he said that, a crystal clear image of what he and Valecruiz had talked about in his dream flooded into his head, causing Markus to bow his head lightly and say "Well...almost."

With a slight hint of confusion on her face, Kia smiled at him and said "What do you mean? If you're talking about your amulet, it's still around your neck."

Suddenly remembering what the necklace looked like in the nightmare, Markus looked down and released a large sigh as he saw the brightly glowing purple amulet staring back at him. Before he could say anything, Kia told him "We tried getting it off of your neck, but every time someone touched it, they were burnt with Dark Fire."

With a casual wave of his hand, Markus said "It's alright, but for now, I need to see the soldiers. What I did yesterday has probably caused hundreds of our men to leave, and therefore, it must be my responsibility to bring what he have left together." With that said, Markus summoned forth his armor given to him by Gree and headed outside. As he left the open gap where a door should be and entered the bright afternoon, Markus was greeted by a countless number of soldiers standing in front of the hut. While a bit smaller than when they first left Scycrain, the army still had enough soldiers to create a staggering image for the young man. In front of the whole army, Eon and Oz stood in anticipation, and when Markus finally arrived from the hut, the two stood at attention with eyes filled with relief and joy. Mimicking Eon and Oz, Markus put his legs together, tucked his left elbow into his side, and raised his arm straight up, so that his palm was facing the others. After a second of doing this, all three of them broke the salute, signaling to everyone around them that they could move and speak freely. Walking up to Oz and Eon, Markus laughed and said "It's good to see the two of you made it out alive."

With his casual snort, Oz replied "It'll take more than a 300 year old demon to bring us down; the only thing we were worried about was you. After you returned to your normal self, you collapsed into Kia."

Recalling the part of his conversation with Valecruiz he hated the most, Markus frowned and said "How many did I kill?"

Shocked, Oz and Eon said in unison "Over 40,000 goblins, and about 500 of our own men."

Shaking his head, Markus replied "No, how many after I returned to normal?"

Now even more deeply shocked, Oz bowed his head and said "666...but Markus...you weren't yourself. Your eyes were normal, that I will not disclaim, but when we looked into your eyes, into your soul, we all only found hatred. Markus, you've been changed drastically, you now harbor the blood of the three Greater Races, I wouldn't be surprised if that bloodlust was caused by your damned brother's Malar influence."

Clenching and unclenching his hands, Markus quickly said "No...these are feelings I've had locked away for as long as I can remember, but it appears Valecruiz has brought them out."

Now Eon looked at Markus and blurted out "But why, he got what he wanted right? He now can use your body to unleash his full potential without so much as batting an eye..." Before he could continue, Oz smacked him hard across the back of his head.

As Eon let out a yelp of pain, Markus shook his head and said "The reason is because yesterday, he thought he had absolute control over my body and when he was banished into the Blood Oath amulet, he learned that I can fight against him, which didn't go according to his plans. As a way to make me suffer for my actions and possibly break my will, I'm guessing he's using this hidden bloodlust to force me to kill anything that gets in my path."

Just as she walked outside, Kia asked Markus "Can you feel it now?"

Turning to her, Markus stared deeply into her eyes and said "It has been boiling in my blood the moment I awoke. I've been digging into my own palms to keep from gutting you, and everyone else here, like a pig." After he said this, Markus extended his arms out and opened his palms, revealing four finely shaped scars in the center of each hand.

Yet, before anyone else could speak, two identical dragons, one as red as a ruby and the other with scales a deep orange color, appeared above them and prepared to land. Knowing how much room these giants would need, the whole army moved a few yards backwards, providing enough room for at least three more dragons to land. As the two dragons batted their wings for the final time when they had reached the ground, the large red dragon turned its head towards Oz and nuzzled him deeply. The orange one, on the other hand, stayed where she was and kept her red eyes locked on Markus, sizing him up and giving him an expression the Evizil had never seen before. When it appeared the orange one was about to speak, the red dragon raised its head from Oz, turned towards Markus and said "It is good to see you are back to normal, young Markus."

With a laugh, Markus took one step towards the two dragons and replied "Cyn, while my body may be young, my soul feels like it has aged at least two lifetimes. But enough about me, who is our new...guest?" As he said this, Markus pointed towards the orange dragon, their gazes locking in place. As the two of them stared at each other, odd senses began telling Markus that this dragon was in fact a female, like Cyn.

To prove this, Cyn pushed on the orange dragon's shoulder and said "This is my younger sister, Fyn. While she may appear young, she's lived for as long as I have."

As the nudge from her sister broke her gaze, Fyn's face contorted into an expression of anger and strangely enough, embarrassment. Turning towards her sister, Fyn snorted and said "You know how much I hate being touched when I'm concentrating."

With a large, guttural laugh, Cyn looked towards Markus and replied "Concentrating on what, the Evizil over there? Fyn, I know the amount of magic he has is staggering at first, but that is no reason to stare at him like he's prey."

Lost in what the two were talking about, Markus looked up at Cyn and said "Dragons can sense magic?"

Suddenly remembering that everyone was near them, Cyn bowed her head in shame and said "Forgive me and my sister, and yes Markus, all dragons have been given the ability to sense magic in all of its forms. And please forgive Fyn for her stares, she is still learning how to correctly channel her senses, and so she tends to look more deeply at things as she concentrates."

Snapping at her sister's remark, Fyn turned towards Cyn and said "Oh come on sister, no dragon has felt a magic presence THIS large; not even the gods have this much magic energy at their disposal." Lowering her head to Markus's eye level, Fyn blinked once and said "While we've heard of your exploits over these past 4 years, White Wolf, it is quite amazing to feel your power first hand."

Not sure whether or not this was a compliment or something far different, Markus merely bowed and said "Thank you, Fyn, now, what exactly are you two doing here? I thought you would be with the others."

Turning towards her sister and giving a loud snort, Fyn replied "We WOULD, but sister here found a base the Malar are using, and so we were hoping you would join us take care of them, we could definitely use your magic to help."

Thinking for a moment, Markus shrugged and said "Sure, why not, I need to unwind anyway. So, how will we be getting there?"

Sitting down on all fours, both Fyn and Cyn said in unison "By dragon, of course."

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Miles upon miles away from the camp, Markus, riding upon Fyn's back, and the 20 others with him finally spotted the base. Sitting in the center of a seemingly endless grassland, the massive fort was basic in design. Surrounded by a large outer wall that encompassed its center, the fort was armed to the brim with archers and trebuchets of every caliber and fashion. In the very center of the fort, a large, pointed roof building stood as the command center of the entire area. To its left, a large barracks and foods storage building were guarded by at least 20 lazy, unsuspecting Vicen guards. On the very east end of the fort, to the right of the command center, a wood building that looked like a prisoner housing area was found. As Markus fully examined the fort, he realized that this mission was going to be far easier than he thought.

As the setting sun cast its final rays upon the advancing group, Markus took that time to see just how far he had come over the past 6 years. Because of their deep discomfort towards having Evizil riding on their backs, Markus was forced to shift to his human form while he advanced towards his destination. At first look, one could barely tell that this was the young boy who been bitten by an Evizil on that Blood Festival so long ago. With a rich black mane of hair streaking past his shoulders and stubbles of equally colorful beard hair spreading across his chin, he knew that by human standards, he had the looks of a handsome hero. While many would find his scarred right eye disgusting or frightening, Markus was surprised to find that on more than one occasion, women had instinctively released some of their pheromones at the sight of his face. Finally, standing at a human height of 5'11'' and built like a farmer, the young man knew his figure would be considered daunting by most standards. When he was finished, Markus looked up and noticed that they were very close to the fort now, and sure enough, the enemy began sounding the alarm. Fully prepared for what he was about to do, Markus summoned his armor, shifted into his Lycan form and quickly jumped off of Fyn's back nearly 100 feet in the air. As his body rocked and jerked with the increasing force of the wind pushing against him, Markus used his index finger to create a hexagon in the air, creating a seal for a class 6 spell. Suddenly, the ground below Markus seemed to soften and mush and when he was but 6 feet from the surface, it rose up and cushioned his fall as if he had just fallen on a pile of pillows. Slowly lowering to the ground, the white coated Evizil drew Velar from the sheath on his back and decapitated three of the guards rushing towards him, signaling that the attack had begun. Knowing that their time to strike had come, the rest of the dragons shot straight towards the fort, letting their riders jump off just as they were forced to make a sharp turn upwards to keep from crashing into the ground. Right as he had jumped off of a blue dragon's back, Eon pulled forth his ashen bow and notched three arrows at once. Turning his bow sideways, he released the tight bowstring, sending the arrows straight into the chests of three nearby guards. With a sense of pride, he drew forth two more arrows and looked for another target.

Standing in the center of 8 guards, Kia pulled her arms down, letting two throwing knives fall into her hands. Moments after the two knives reached her hands, they were tossed into the necks of two of the guards. Drawing forth another knife from the countless knives in the sleeves of her red robe, Kia began spinning in a circle, releasing a seemingly never ending barrage of knives at the guards. Within seconds, eight bodies lay before her, each impaled by over 10 knives. Turning to her left, Kia saw Oz breath deeply, then release it as a large stream of green fire. As their skin melted from their bones and their metal armor began fusing with their bodies, the four guards caught in the flame began screaming in terror. As he exhaled the last of the flame, Oz looked back at Kia and returned a smile, moving on towards the next opponents. As large shadows blocked her view of the almost vanished sun, Kia let her mouth open as streaks of ice; lightening, acid and fire were released from the maws of the myriad of colored dragons. When a guard that had thought her careless was pierced in the neck with a throwing knife, Kia knew she had been idle for too long and decided to continue the fight.

Wielding Velar in his left hand, Markus easily tore through the iron armor that served to defend the guards from his blows. Using a horizontal slash, Markus had cut one of the men straight in half, causing him to spew forth a small shower of blood from his lower half. As the first droplet hit him, the relentless torrent that was his bloodlust was unleashed. Releasing a howl that pierced the dusk air, Markus jumped at a group of nearly 15 guards and slew them all with a 360 degree slash. As the guards' bodies slumped to the floor, Markus held out his right hand and faster than humanly possible, used the index finger of that hand to draw the seal for a class 3 spell. Suddenly, a combination of dark and light energy filled his right hand, and when the two had created an orb of the two polar magics, he pulled his right hand back and yelled "KISS OF THE DEVIL!" When he said this, he shoved his arm towards a group of almost 30 guards, causing a black and white beam of energy to fly towards them and explode on impact. When the smoke caused by the attack faded, Markus delighted in the fact that not a single guard had survived. Holding Velar in a battle position once more, Markus charged towards a group of enemies that was attacking Eon. Futilely trying to aim his bow at the guards, Eon had tripped over one of the bodies, causing him to fall to the ground, leaving him open towards an attack. And just as one of the guards was about to finish Eon off, a long blue blade stabbed through the guard's backside and protruded out of his front, where it then cut him in two as it was pulled upwards. Releasing a sigh of relief as he saw that Markus had come to his rescue, Eon got up, got as far away as he could from the Evizil and the guards, and notched an arrow. With four more guards to kill, Markus stayed behind and brutally cut the men into pieces. Just as he finished mutilating the last guard, Markus felt an alien force reach out to him and when it connected with him, he realized it was Fyn. With an urgent voice, Fyn telepathically said to him 'Markus, get up here quick, this was a trap.'

Breaking out of his bloodlust, Markus shook his head, digested what Fyn had said, and transformed into a Thrall. Using his heightened speed, Markus dashed to the opposite side of the fort, used his momentum to run up the wall, and jumped up into the air, only to be caught by Fyn's claws. With a smile, she flung Markus onto her back and said "My, I see you get more interesting by the minute."

In a tone of seriousness he used only during battles, Markus replied "Where is this trap?"

With her left claw, Fyn pointed east, towards a sea of advancing men. With a distressed voice, Fyn said "There are three more armies like that coming from every other direction, within minutes we will be surrounded."

Turning to see each of the advancing armies, Markus realized she was right, and without thinking asked "May I use some of your magic?"

Surprised at this notion, she turned her head towards him and said "For what?"

With a cynical smile, he placed his right hand on her scaled back, and used his other hand to draw a seal. Using astonishing speed, Markus created eight stars, all connected to each other by one of their tips and said "For this." Once the seal was finished, it lingered for a moment with an orange hue, followed by a massive drain of magic on Fyn and Markus's ends. Staggering at how much magic was put into this spell; the dragon looked at Markus and said "That took out nearly all of my magic...what did you do?"

With a faint smile, Markus replied "That took out about half of my magic, but luckily you cushioned most of the cost. And if you really want to know, just watch." Before Fyn could speak, the spell took effect. Facing each cardinal direction, four bronze gates that stood at least 100 feet tall arose from the ground just outside of the fort. Shocked at what she was seeing, Fyn heard Markus said "I used the "Oblivion Gate" and manipulated it so that it produced four gates. Now, if you know what this spell does, then you know how severe this attack will be." Moments after he said this, four loud, consecutive snaps were heard as the chains of each of the gates was broken. With a laugh, Markus clenched his left hand into a fist, causing the gates to open with a deafening creak. When the four gates were wide open, four orange pillars that were at least 50 feet long when they were on their sides cascaded from the gates. Charging in their respective directions, each beam of destructive magic mercilessly destroyed the army coming from their direction. Stunned at what she was seeing, Fyn mumbled "You...you just killed nearly 100,000 people in a single attack..."

With a laugh that was and yet was not his own, Markus replied "Ah yes, from this point forward, this day will be known as the End of 100,000." As the 20 other dragons began rising into the air, each carrying someone on their backs, Markus relaxed, turned to Fyn and gently said "Thank the gods, it appears the battle is over, lets head back..." Just as he said this, Fyn shook violently, and soon afterwards, began barrel rolling towards the ground.

In an urgent tone, Fyn said to Markus "I've been hit Markus, if we crash, there is no way either one of us can survive. I need you to teleport us to a safe location."

With a confused expression on his face, Markus said "Teleport? Are you insane, there is no way..." Suddenly, Fyn shook once again, causing Markus to understand that it was their only hope.

Gaining a little control, Fyn said to him "There is a cave nearby we can go to, I'm sending it through your mind now." Sure enough, Markus was assaulted with a perfect image of a cave mouth in some hills that he could tell were only a couple of miles away. Seeing no other choice, Markus braced himself, held the image in his head, and used what little bits of Arcane Magic he knew to veil the two of them in the transparent cloud that was the Teleportation spell. Right as they would have hit the ground, Fyn and Markus vanished with the cloud, only to reappear directly in front of the cave. Using her expert flying skills, Fyn managed to skid right into the large cave mouth, but could do nothing to help Markus as he flew off her back and landed against the cave wall.

After lying on the cave floor for a moment, Markus regained his senses, and when realizing he had broken no bones in his body, stood up to check on Fyn. To his shock, not only was Fyn already up, but she was sealing the entrance to the cave with an icy web of magic. Confused and alarmed, Markus shouted at her "What are you doing?!?"

Once she was finished closing off the entrance, Fyn turned her head towards Markus and said "Making sure you don't get out."

Digesting what she had said, Markus looked into her blazing red eyes and said "You were never really hit were you?"

With a proud smile, she replied in a giddy voice "Nope. I needed you to teleport us here so that no one would disturb us."

Tilting his head in confusion, the Evizil asked "Disturb us? What exactly did you want from me?"

Glowing a bright orange color, Fyn began shifting and transforming, until finally, she stopped when she had become a moderately busted, orange scaled broodling. Donned in nothing but her scales, Fyn walked up to Markus with her clawed feet and said "I want you to love me..."

Now tracing one of her index fingers across his armor, Fyn stared up at Markus with eyes that screamed of love. Blushing under the intense gaze of the broodling, Markus mumbled "I have a mate Fyn..."

With a snort, Fyn slashed the chest piece of Markus's armor straight in two with her finger and ripped it off his chest before it could regenerate the damage. When she was returned with a shocked expression from the Evizil, she smiled and explained "I watched you fight Markus, and I learned that it takes your armor a while to recover its damage, and I'm guessing that once it's off, you'll have to resummon it to put it back on. And before you do, know that the only way you'll be getting out of here is through meeting my conditions. Besides, Kia obviously has no idea just what kind of mate she has. You have so much power flowing through you that you might as well be a god yourself."

Still confused, Markus was about to resummon his chest armor, but just as he concentrated, Fyn reached for his manhood and was rewarded with the feel of the cold metal of leg armor. Distracted by the sudden grab, Markus failed in bringing back his chest armor, and finally, gave in to the dragon's demands. Moving back slightly, Markus concentrated and when he had a clear image in his head, the armor turned into a red mist and circled around Markus until it went into his body. Now donned in only his black vest, black pants and underwear, the Evizil stared into the broodling's fiery eyes and said "There...just promise me you'll take down that wall when we're done."

With a smile, Fyn pulled Markus towards her, ensnared him in a passionate kiss and said "Deal." With that, Fyn slowly removed Markus's black vest, threw it on the cave floor, and began tracing his finely built chest with her long, forked tongue. Slightly shuddering as the traces of pleasure began crawling up his spine; Markus couldn't help but feel a slight attraction towards the orange dragon. Yet, with his promise of mateship to Kia and images of young Kane fresh in his mind, he pushed these carnal thoughts aside and prepared for the long night ahead. After coating his chest in a fine thread of saliva, Fyn lowered herself on her knees and worked her way down towards his manhood. When she was greeted by the man's pants, she quickly used her sharp teeth to tear those, as well as his underwear, away.

Yelping in surprise, Markus said "How exactly are you going to explain THAT to everyone when we get back?"

With a giggle, Fyn looked back up to him and replied "Oops, heat of the moment. Don't worry, I'm sure we can fix those when we're done but for now, I have a treat for you." Just as she said this, she twisted her forked tongue around his erecting manhood and gave it a gentle, yet pleasuring squeeze. Responding to his beastly impulses, Markus closed his eyes, let out a large sigh and pressed Fyn's head forward, allowing her to fully seize his now ready cock with her entire mouth. Still keeping her tongue around his manhood, the orange broodling pushed her head forward and back, using her lips to gently suck on the large, throbbing manhood when she could, as well as tightening her tongue at opportune times. Soon, the taste became tantalizing to the girl, and so she speed the pace at which she pushed her head, as well as tightened her grip around him far more than before. With each push, large waves of pleasure filled the white coated Evizil, and when she had begun increasing her speed, the waves came faster and harder. Within seconds, the pressure build up had become too great, and so he had no choice but to release a stream of seed into her mouth. When he had finished, Fyn released her grip, sloshed the seed around in her mouth, and finally turned towards her left, and spit it out in one large feat.

Standing up, Fyn threw her right leg past him, locked it around his waist and said "I did you a favor, it seems reasonable to pay me in kind, no?" Knowing exactly what she meant, Markus embraced her with his left arm, pulled her closer to him and quickly entered her with his eager manhood. Gasping as the large dick filled her almost entirely, Fyn once again began needing this sensation and was granted this as Markus slowly pulled back and rammed her once again. With her breasts bouncing after this first hump, Fyn directed Markus's unused hand towards her right breast and used her other hand to lead his head towards her the other. As soon as his hand made contact, it began greedily kneading her breast, massaging it and bringing pleasure to the orange dragon; all the while Markus's tongue swirled around her left nipple, every now-and-then being gently bitten by the Evizil's sharp teeth. Throughout all of this, Markus repeated the motion of pulling back slightly, then filling her sex wholly, causing even larger amounts of ecstasy to flow into the broodling woman. As the once forgotten feeling of sex filled Fyn, she began to giddily laugh and comb her right hand through the white Evizil's coat. With the swelling of pleasure filling her entirely, Fyn began to motion Markus to push faster and harder. When he did so, she released a large shudder, followed by a wave after wave of juices.

Not quite satiated, Fyn slid herself from his manhood, turned around, and lifted her now short tail, revealing her tail hole. As she beckoned him forward, Markus positioned himself just right so that when he was right behind her, his manhood slid into the tiny hole with no problem. When Markus's manhood was in as deep as it would go, Fyn let her mouth form a grin as she turned her head to him and said "You really know how to please a woman in all the right ways, don't you?"

Pulling back slightly, then pushing in as deep as he could go, Markus laughed and replied "Now you see why Kia deals with my...oddities so easily." Before Fyn could respond, Markus grabbed the broodling by her waist and held her there as he rammed himself in and out of her tail hole, causing her to squirm and giggle as the wholeness filled her once again. Wanting to make the girl suffer for making him betray his mate like this, Markus swung his right arm around her stomach and forced her into a standing position, all the while increasing the speed and intensity in which he filled her. Now screaming in ecstasy, Fyn began kneading her own breasts and rubbing her sex, which caused her body to swell with pleasure faster than she had planned. When the two had finally reached their peaks once again, Markus released a howl great enough for the both of them as his seed spiked up through her backside and Fyn's juices drenched the floor.

Finally pleased with the carnal attention the Evizil brought her, Fyn pulled herself off of Markus, radiated a bright amber light, and transformed back into her behemoth dragon form. When her body had completed its transition, Fyn shook herself once in order to get use to her larger form. When she was finished, she did as she promised and removed the giant web of magic by engulfing it in an orange flame. As the cave floor basked in the now radiating moonlight, Fyn turned around just in time to see Markus disappear in a veil of transparency. Nearly crying from shock, she snapped at him and said "You mean you could have done that the entire time?"

"Now you know how much it hurts to be used. Next time you pull something like this, the consequences will only be enjoyable by me." With that, the area that Markus once inhabited was covered in tiny sprinkles of pure magic as his physical form disappeared into the night sky. With a giggle, Fyn opened her wings and took off into the moonlit night, all the while whispering to herself "One day Markus Snow, you shall be all mine."

****

Sleeping in the small hut Markus had used the night before, Kia was suddenly awoken as a large, yet comfortable hand rubbed against her shoulder. Turning towards the person rubbing her, Kia smiled and said "Markus what happened? The last thing we knew, you and Fyn were about to hit the ground and then...POOF!" When she said the last part, she motioned her hands into the shape of an explosion.

Letting out the same mature yet warming laugh Kia had grown to love, Markus replied "That was me teleporting the both of us out of that not-so-enjoyable situation. But, it backfired and Fyn ended up wounding her wing on the crash landing."

With a gasp of concern, Kia asked "Oh my, is she alright?"

Returning her concern with a gentle run on her shoulder and a smile, Markus answered "Yes, we were able to heal it after a few hours, but I promise you we will both see her on the morrow good as new." Yet, to Kia's dismay, she heard a faint tone of annoyance as he said that last bit. Just as she was about to speak, Markus put a furry finger to her mouth and said "Don't worry, tomorrow we will set out to cross the Rea, from there, we will head to Bilamarsh. Now, get some sleep, the Crown is waiting."

With a gasp, Kia saw Markus's iris shift from its icy blue to the dark purple she despise so much, and after that, a sudden sleep took hold over her."

Finished the seal for the class 4 spell that was required for the Forced Sleep spell, Valecruiz summoned Belgagan, looked out at the bright full moon and said "Wait for me, my precious Crown, soon you and I will be one once more."