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The Wizard of Cairn

The room was lit up by the runic circle that connected twelve of the wizards inside. Each one stared into the center with pure white eyes, their eyes rolled back; a sure sign of mind control from Magebane. The circle lit the room with a soft purple laced with red, and there was an older looking man standing at the only door in the room watching the wizards do his work.

The man stood with a hefty tome held under his arm and simply waited as the mages started forming a portal. The portal grew and became clearer, and soon the man could see the demon's face looking at the portal. Some more time passed, and then at last the gate was fully formed.

The demon stepped through and entered the mortal realm. He gave a loud grunt as he took a look at the man that had worked to free him from the Circles of Hell.

The man looked back and studied the demon's features. It, or rather clearly a he as he took a quick glance between his legs, bore the head of a wolf and stood much like a werewolf. He did, however, have his back covered in a continuous stream of flame, and his feet and claws seem to sizzle with heat as he breathed. The wolf demon's fur was jet black, and he sniffed the air after he was done looking back at the human.

The gate closed behind him, but the circle and the runes inside continued glowing with a hum.

"And who is it that has freed me?" he said with a commandeering voice.

The man fumbled with his book a little, but then said, "I am Roshul, milord." He kneeled and bent his head down in obedience.

The demon sniffed a little harder and said, "Rise, my faithful servant. You will be duly rewarded in due time. Do you have the rod?"

Roshul flicked his head up and looked at the demon with disappointment. "No, milord. But I'm sure, even with only part of your full power, that you could still-"

"Fool," the demon snapped, "Without the rod I cannot even leave this summoning circle."

The man let out a yelp of genuine surprise. He set the tome onto the floor and started flipping through it. "Ah, I beg your forgiveness milord. The tome said you only needed it to reach your full power in the mortal world. I have men working on retrieving the rod as we speak."

The wolf demon set himself on the floor in the center of the circle. "That musty old tome has more factual errors than I care to count. Find the rod, and do not disturb me until you do."

"Yes, milord."

Roshul shut the book and turned away to leave the room. The last report he had from his mercenaries indicated that they had the Rod of Onival, but he had not heard from them the rest of the day. He had collected enough wizards to start the summoning ritual from another gang of mercenaries, but he had authorized them to catch another one near Cairn before his other group reported they had captured the last two wizards he needed.

Onival, the wolf demon, was not exactly what he expected. The demon seemed to control himself well, and his emotions did not erupt into bouts of anger as he had come to expect demons to do. He also did not expect a demon to look so...handsome, as their bodies were usually warped and mutilated. The wolf was, however, on a whole different level from the minor demons he was used to consorting with, and the more humanoid they were in shape and size, the more powerful they usually were, ironically.

Roshul sighed and hoped his mistake would not permanently damage his relationship with the demon, and then went off to find out where his mercenaries went.

***

Alric opened his eyes and saw Kevin, his new life-mate, quietly snoring next to him. His face was nearly against his draconic muzzle, and he found his arms were wrapped around his shoulders. The dragonkin's body felt neither warm nor cool, but he felt comfortable so close to him.

And then he felt something prodding at his leg. He rolled a little off him and looked under the bed sheet to find Kevin's dragon cock standing hard and tall. It was then that he noticed his own length was also fully engorged and that he was feeling incredibly aroused.

The human shuffled his body down the bed and decided to give his mate a very pleasant morning call. He managed to sink down so that his face was level with the exotic member without stirring the dragonkin cleric, so then he took his hand and felt the throbbing piece of dragon meat.

It was definitely different: the tip was tapered for easy penetration, and he was especially curious about the ridges lining the underside of the dragonkin's shaft. He wrapped his hand around the length and prodded at the ridges with his thumb, eliciting a moan from Kevin.

Alric started pumping slowly, each time sliding his thumb to stimulate each ridge, and soon the dragonkin's breath started growing heavier. The human decided to satisfy his curiosity a little further and tried to slip a finger into the slit that his mate's cock came out of. It was tight, but a little stretchy; perhaps enough such that deviant thoughts crossed through his mind of inserting something a little bigger than his finger into it later. He licked his lips at the admittedly somewhat eccentric thought. Of course, what did he care? He had sex with a dragonkin last night and became his mate, a little kinkier sex with said dragonkin shouldn't bother him at all, and he was sure it would please his mate.

He pulled his finger out and noticed it was covered with a slick film of lubricant that Kevin's body produced. His cock must have been out for a while, he thought, since most of it had gone and dried up by the time he got his hands on it.

The wizard smiled. Perhaps he'd help get it wet again.

Alric removed his hands, and then he stuck his head closer to the dragon cock. He let out his tongue and slid it along the underside of the entire length, making sure to let his tongue dig into each ridge, and then kept lapping at it for a while, forcing light moans from the dragonkin.

The human grew tired of just licking it, and then started wrapping his lips around the exotic shaft. His warm breath flowing past the length seemed to cause Kevin to shiver in his sleep, and then the dragonkin unexpectedly gave a reflexive thrust that almost caused Alric to gag. He didn't force himself into the human's throat, luckily, and Alric was able to suppress any sort of sound of surprise that might rouse his mate.

He pulled back his head while swirling his tongue as much as he could, and that let out a louder moan from his mate. It made him hornier, and he realized he was still hard as a rock, but he would ignore his own needs for now. Slowly, he pushed his head back down until the tip pressed against his throat again. He took his hand and started pumping the rest of the shaft that he couldn't suck into his mouth, and soon the half-dragon started rocking his hips from the pleasure which was, to the sleeping dragonkin, half a dream.

Kevin's moaning grew louder and louder, and his thrusts became harder and more erratic. Alric kept pumping his mouth and hand up and down the dragonkin's cock, but on one hard thrust the human gagged as the length entered his throat. He threw his head away from the cock and coughed while his mate humped at nothing. It was then that Kevin realized something was wrong and woke up to the sound of coughing.

After he finished having his fit, Alric looked up and stared right into Kevin's blue eyes.

"Umm, what are you doing?" the half-dragon asked.

Alric blushed a little and said, "Oh, nothing. Just wishing you a very good morning."

The dragonkin grinned a little and said, "It was, until you choked."

He smiled back. "Yeah, sorry about that, didn't mean to wake you."

"That's okay. You can keep going if you want. In fact, I'd rather you did."

The wizard's smile widened, and then he went down to swallow his mate's member again. This time, Kevin groaned as he consciously felt the pleasure of getting blown by his mate while awake.

The tip of the dragon cock hit the edge of Alric's throat again, but this time he tried to take it deeper into his maw. He resisted his gag reflex and managed to take an inch of the long cock into his throat.

The human went back to bobbing along that long shaft, and every time he went down he could take a little more into himself. Kevin couldn't help but start thrusting against that sexy mouth again.

The half-breed couldn't hold on for much longer. Every time the human's mouth enveloped his member brought him closer and closer to his peak, and at last his breathing became heavy and labored. His body shivered, and Alric could feel his cock start to tense.

Alric shoved himself forward as much as he could, leaving the tip at the border of his throat so that he could swallow his mate's load, and then left himself there. He used only his tongue to stimulate the dragon cock, and at last he heard his mate call out his name.

Cum rushed into his mouth as his mate's cock jumped with each load. He tried to swallow, but there was too much and he had to pull away off the throbbing length. More cum splashed onto his face as he forced himself off that pulsing meat, and even more shot down onto the bed and soaked the mattress in musky seed.

Alric found the taste to be rather enjoyable and wanted to have more. He motioned his hand and, with a wave, his mate's seed over his face started glowing and moved off his face. He made the spunk coagulate in the air, and then guided the mass of cum into his mouth. He savored the taste for a while, and then swallowed it.

"I see you like how I taste," Kevin said.

The wizard peered back at him. "It's quite different. I like it."

The half-dragon chuckled. "There will always be more." Kevin then rolled around the bed and sat up. He noticed Alric's shaft, still standing hard as a rock, and then set himself back down onto the bed. He raised a claw and pointed at the human's hard cock. "Do you want to take care of that?"

"Oh," Alric said, "Don't mind if I do." The wizard licked his lips in anticipation and added with a chuckle, "Now you get to feel what it's like to have a hot throbbing piece of manhood in your ass."

The dragonkin laughed too. "Come on and fuck me already, my lovely wizard."

Alric was incredibly horny and wasted no time getting down and dirty on his mate. He crawled up the bed until his head was just under Kevin's and nuzzled him by brushing his hair along the bottom of his neck. Then he moved up a little higher and wrapped his hand behind the draconic head and caressed him around the base of his horns and around his floofy white hair before pressing his lips against the dragonkin's snout.

Both their mouths parted, and then they danced their tongues around each other's. Kevin could taste his own seed still seeping from the human's less dexterous fleshy organ and found himself oddly not repulsed by it at all. In fact, he was getting quite hard again from Alric's sensual ministrations.

The dragonkin pulled away from the deep kiss and held Alric's head just below his. He whispered into the smaller human's ear, "Stop teasing. I want to feel you inside me, my mate."

Alric responded by lifting himself up and pulling the dragonkin's scaly legs up into the air. He took a moment to marvel at the half-breed's large feet paws before driving his hips forward. He wasn't looking down and simply let the fat tip of his human cock slide along the dragonkin's thickly scaled hindquarters until he felt the ring of muscle that marked his entrance. When he found the tight pucker, he gave a gentle thrust inward until the dragonkin's ring parted its muscled lips for his cock's head.

The tightness eventually gave enough for Alric to slide his entire thick tip in, and then he tried shoving forward with a rough push.

"Oww, slow down," Kevin said. "Your tip is the thickest part of yours, and it's quite painful when you push so hard."

"Ah, sorry, okay," Alric said. It was true: his cock head had a mushroom tip that was the thickest part of his length, but the dragonkin's tip was tapered and easily penetrated into him as he vividly recalled how pleasurable last night was.

Alric slowed down while pressing his hands down on Kevin's chest where his nipples would've been if he had them. He moved them over and started caressing various parts of his body to try and loosen his mate up: first around his belly scales, then to his neck and shoulders, and finally to the base of his wings. The last area was particularly pleasurable, apparently, as the half-dragon groaned and became less tense and tight.

The human kept on pushing slowly and sensually, half an inch at a time, until at last his entire length was inside his mate. He took a moment to revel in the sensation of his rock hard cock being fully hilted and stimulated by the half-dragon's tight anal walls and of his balls sagging over the base of the dragonkin's tail. He bent over to give his mate another light kiss.

Then Alric began rhythmically fucking his mate proper. Slowly at first, and then he thrust a little faster. They never took their eyes off each other as they mated, and occasionally bumped their mouths together.

Kevin's dragon cock was fully hard again, and Alric did not leave it unnoticed. He took one of his hands and started pumping the ridged shaft in tune with his thrusts while his other hand continued caressing over parts of his body.

The dragonkin was not content to let Alric do all the work, of course, and started bending his tail behind his oblivious mate who was lost in the pleasure of filling him. It was his turn to give him a little filling of his own.

Kevin waited for a deep thrust from the human and then quickly put his tail into place where he would shove his own ass against it when he pulled back. His plan worked, and Alric froze in surprise at the sudden intrusion into his ass.

The human didn't stop pumping into him though. "That's not fair," he said between gasps, "You can penetrate me bottom or top!"

Kevin was having difficulty finding the breath to speak as the human kept pushing and leaning against him. "Grow your own tail, then," he managed to say.

"Maybe I'll find a shapeshift enchanter or a potion that can do just that," the wizard said.

"That would be," he paused to let out a long moan. "That would be most pleasant." The dragonkin moaned again and said, "By God, I'm not going to last any longer!"

By now, Alric was fucking his mate rather roughly. He tried pushing harder, and when he hit the dragonkin's prostrate, he heard him moan out his name and felt his cock pulse with need, ready to release a second load. At the same time, the half-dragon's rear passage tightened and gripped his own human member with need for his seed.

The half-dragon's tail brushed over Alric's prostrate, and he let out a loud grunt. "Kev!" the human rasped before reaching his climax with his mate.

Alric's hand was still pumping the dragonkin's member, and he felt it twitch as it shot out its load of cum all over his hand and over his mate's armored belly scales. He hilted himself one last time, shoving himself against his mate to try and get as deep as he could, and then he felt his balls pull up as they readied his seed.

The human felt his cum flow up through his shaft and pulse into his mate's ass while the muscled walls flexed and rippled as it tried to greedily suck in his generous load of seed.

They were both lost in a sea of pleasure. Alric stayed hilted inside his mate, letting his inner walls massage his cock while his tail milked his prostrate and tried to coax as much fluid out of him as he could make. Kevin was surprised by how hot the human's body had become, and how warm his seed felt inside him.

Eventually, the pleasure died down. Alric took a look down and saw the half-dragon's drying cum all over his scales, and he bent down to lick all of it up. He was loving the taste of his juices and drank down every bit he could pick up with his tongue.

Kevin eventually pulled his tail out of Alric's ass, and then the human fell down on top of him in bliss. They embraced each other warmly, but then the dragonkin rolled himself off the bed and started dressing himself.

"Aww, no snuggling?" Alric begged.

"Sorry, my sweet Alric. The morning is getting late," Kevin said. "It is always best to bury the dead near the dawn of a new day."

"Bury? What?"

"Those ruffians from yesterday. Even the worst kind of people deserve a proper burial."

"Oh."

"I left them in an alley I know nobody ever goes through. Put a veil over them just in case. You can stay here if you'd like, I'll go perform the ceremonies of the dead."

"I'll come and watch."

The cleric shook his head. "It's a rather boring ceremony. You sure?"

"Well, if even you think it's boring, I suppose I'll stay here then. Say, where's that rod you got yesterday?"

"Ah, it's in my usual robe." Kevin pointed towards the pile of clothes they had made last night. "I wonder what it is."

"I'll examine it while you're gone," the wizard said. He smiled and added with a wink, "If it turns out to be some sort of antique dildo, I'll let you know."

They both burst out laughing, and then the cleric said before leaving, "I'll be back in half an hour." He put on his ceremonial robes, grabbed his shovel, and walked out the door.

***

Roshul, the warlock, now stood in a room much different than the one in which he had summoned his wolf demon. It was brightly lit by the natural sun, and the furniture was all neatly arranged so that his home looked every bit normal to any guests. He was talking to someone who was sitting on his sofa with a table between them, and the warlock took a sip of something out of an expensive looking glass before continuing the conversation.

"This is a clump of hair one of those mercenaries gave me in case I ever lost track of them," the demon summoner said.

"Ah, this will do quite fine," the other person on the sofa said.

"How long?"

"With this much hair? Immediately, if my skills haven't eroded from disuse too much."

"Good, find him. I haven't been able to contact any of them since their last transmission yesterday."

The man, presumably a wizard skilled in divination, set the hair down on the table and burned a magic circle around it with his finger. A projection lit up over the hairs and showed a map of the continent. The image zoomed in to one of the countries, Cairn, and buzzed with a faint of static before showing an overhead view of the village Elshire. The image panned a bit before enlarging again until at last it showed the body of one of the dead mercenaries.

The image also showed a figured wearing a cloak with marks of priesthood holding a shovel. He was digging into the ground next to the body, and then Roshul realized the mercenary had been killed.

If he was killed, the warlock thought, then the rest of his team must've been slain as well. That was why he had received no contact. But that meant the Rod of Onival was missing, and he had no clue where to find it.

The priest in the image turned his head to reveal his draconic face, and then Roshul realized he was one of the dragonkin. He had no choice: that priest was the only soul that might know what happened to the mercenaries and the rod.

"I need you to bring that priest back," Roshul said.

The wizard waived his hand and the image disappeared. "A moment, please. It'll take me about five minutes to prepare a transportation spell."

***

Kevin let out a tired sigh as he finished reciting the last rites for another one of the bodies. "May your soul find forgiveness in the great beyond," he whispered.

He stuck his shovel into the ground and went over the little table he had set up to hold his water bottles. He opened one and took a long gulp to satisfy his thirst. Unfortunately, he had closed his eyes from the relief and didn't notice anything odd before there was a loud thwack and a sudden pain pulsing from the back of his head.

The pain didn't last long, though, and he quickly sunk to the ground unconscious.

"Too easy," the wizard from Roshul's home muttered. He waved his hand and the shovel he was levitating flew away before clanging against a wall.

The wizard had prepared a two-way teleportation circle and kneeled over the return circle before levitating the half-dragon priest's body over to it. Once they were both within the confines of the circle, he spoke the words to activate it and they disappeared.

Back in the pristine home of the warlock, they reappeared at the center of the living room where Roshul waited. He helped the wizard lift Kevin's body onto the sofa.

"How hard did you hit him?" the warlock asked.

"Pretty hard. He won't be awake for at least an hour, depending on how strong his dragon blood is."

"Hmph. Alright, here's your pay." Roshul handed him a wad of cash, which the wizard sifted through to check for trickery, and then guided him politely out of his house.

"A pleasure, as always," the wizard said.

The warlock bowed with utmost manner and then closed the door.

He went back to his kitchen and poured another glass full of wine before pulling up another chair in the living room, and then he waited for the priest to wake up.

Precisely an hour later, Kevin blinked his eyes and inhaled a deep breath as his vision returned to him. He saw a human shape sitting in front of him and thought it was Alric, but as his vision cleared more he realized the figure was not his mate and his surroundings were wholly unfamiliar. He shot himself up and raised his hands in a reflexive defensive gesture.

The warlock chuckled. "Right on the hour, what a hoot."

Kevin asked with a hint of fear, "Who are you? Where am I?"

Roshul shook his head. "I'll be the one asking questions here, priest."

"No," the dragonkin cleric said, "I'll be the one getting out of here and arresting you for kidnapping."

"Settle down, I just want to know what happened to those mercenaries you were so sacramentally burying."

"Why does it concern you?"

"I hired them to do work for me. Of course it is my concern."

Kevin started making motions with his hand. He didn't appreciate being kidnapped and questioned. "Then you are my enemy. They tried to kidnap someone most dear to me."

"What are you doing? You're not a wizard, I don't sense any arcane current surrounding you. And I doubt any cleric worth his salt would be hanging around in a crapsack country like Cairn."

"Then you are mistaken."

The dragonkin cleric made a chop-like motion with his arm at his captor, and then a pillar of holy flame erupted from the ground and engulfed him in his entirety. The fire blasted against the roof, but it was not meant to damage the building and did nothing to it.

The warlock, however, was prepared. The fire faded and revealed him kneeling in exertion within the arcane shield he had forged moments before the fire enveloped him.

"So," Roshul stammered, "It seems I've snatched a far more dangerous prey than I thought."

"Release me or feel the wrath of God."

He smirked. "I choose the third option."

The warlock twirled his cloak until it flew over the dragonkin cleric. It was so huge that Kevin couldn't escape it no matter how fast he shifted away from it, and then it completely covered his body.

The cloak was enchanted, he knew. Wizards always wore enchanted cloaks. But what was this one supposed to do?

Then he felt it. The cloak seemed to move and wrap itself around him. Then it tightened until it hugged his body like a bag. He tried to throw a divine spell at it, but the cloak just absorbed it like nothing. Then it had become so tight around his hands that he could no longer move them to cast any spell, and his mouth was covered such that he could only breathe through his nose.

Roshul watched as his cloak bound the dragonkin like a living bag. It tightened, but was loose enough such that the only features he could discern were the half-dragon's limbs, tail, wings, and horns. His snout was also protruding out to allow him to breath.

He's too dangerous to question myself, the warlock thought. But what could he do? The cleric might know something and he needed to extract that information somehow. Then a brilliant thought crossed his mind: he'd ask Onival to interrogate him. He'd toss him into the circle where he had power, and then the demon could bind the cleric until he talked.

And that was what he did. He dragged the dragonkin's enveloped body down to the room where he had summoned the demon.

The wolf demon stared at him and then at the bag. "What is it? I thought I told you not to disturb me until you find the rod."

"Again, forgive me milord, but I've brought someone that might know where your rod is. He was thought to be a priest burying the bodies of the mercenaries that I now know have been killed while carrying your rod, but he turned out to be a very powerful cleric. I thought that perhaps you could interrogate him?"

Onival glared at him, and then nodded slowly. "Very well, bring him into the circle."

The warlock did so, and then he pulled off the cloak that imprisoned the dragonkin within.

The sudden return of his sight momentarily shocked Kevin, and before he could react with a retaliation spell his hands were tied with astral rope that he could not hope to break. The demon summoned a glowing pillar behind him, and then wrapped another astral cord around his feet and tail to the pillar. A final cord was tied around his body and wrapped around his wings.

Once everything stopped moving, Kevin could finally see what was in front of him. "Hellspawn," he whispered.

"Onival, Lord of Lust and Greed," the wolf said.

The cleric's eyes widened. "A demon lord!" It was then that he noticed the ring of wizards blankly staring towards the center of the circle. "What have you done to them?"

"The mages? I didn't do anything to them, and why would I? They're the only reason I'm holding my existence in this realm."

"That would be my doing," the warlock said with a hint of pride. "Twelve batches of Magebane; cost me a fortune."

Of course, now the picture became clearer, Kevin thought. The warlock was kidnapping wizards using Magebane so that he could control them to summon a major demon for him. Apparently he had gotten enough without snatching Alric, but what was the importance of the rod?

Roshul coughed. "Now, I ask again priest: what happened to my mercenaries?"

"I refuse to answer," Kevin said.

"You will answer to the demon," the warlock said.

The cleric stared at the wolf demon, but remained resolute. "I will not."

Then the warlock said to wolf, "Break him until he does."

The wolf flashed a toothy grin as the fire on his back flared. Roshul left the room, leaving the demon to his own devices.

Onival waved his paw and the glowing pillar that the cleric was tied on tilted backwards. The wolf strided over to him and hovered his furry head over the dragonkin's pointy ears. "I'm going to have fun with you," he said devilishly.

"Do what you will," Kevin said, "I will not comply. God will protect me."

The demon barked a shrill laugh. "We'll see, cleric."

Onival moved over until his entire body fur was brushed against the half-dragon's scaled body. He glided his paw, which burned with intense heat every breath he took, down Kevin's body.

The heat wasn't painful through his scaly armor, but Kevin still winced as the wolf touched him in intimate areas that he only allowed Alric to touch. He felt the heat of the demon's paw rub lower and lower until it stopped over his genital slit.

"Hmm," the wolf said, "It's been a while since I've played with a dragon blooded."

Then, without warning, the demon plunged his paw into the dragonkin's sensitive slit and grappled at his soft member. The pulses of heat from that paw burned and hurt him as he touched that sensitive area, but then the wolf mercifully pulled his paw away before he started sobbing.

Then he felt the paw massage his waist and move even lower until it tapped at his rear entrance. He looked peered down with fear in his eyes and saw the wolf sniffing at his ass.

"It seems like you're used to cock up your asshole," the wolf said. "Let's see how you like it when I'm done with you."

Kevin's eyes widened in horror as the wolf crawled over him to afford him a better view of his groin. The wolf's hardened member was bigger than any he had ever seen, and it looked wider than one of his legs.

He wanted to cry and give in to the wolf's demands, but then he remembered how the mercenaries had tried to kidnap Alric. If he answered his questions, the warlock might send more after his new mate.

No, he would have to remain resolute.

***

It had been nearly an hour and a half and there was no sign of Kevin. Alric sat at his table and held the strange rod in his hands. It was hefty, definitely made of real gold, he thought. There were several runes carved on its side, and a third of the way up the rod was some sort of ornamental crown that didn't seem to be welded or attached on, but rather sculpted from the base gold.

He had tried to feel the relic for any sort of arcane current, but felt only a faint echo that was nearly enough to completely ignore. He tried to supply a little power of his own to amplify the echo, but there was no response so he supposed the echo was just a trace of an enchantment that had long been removed or faded.

He tried identifying the object with a variety of examination spells. Examination spells analyzed the object it was examining and tried to match it to a catalogue of categorized objects. There were a bunch of those spells, each matched to its own list created by the original creator of the spell. It was comparable to an encyclopedia search in that encyclopedias were made by several different companies, just as master catalogue lists were made by several different masters of antiques.

There was no match in either magical or mundane catalogues through all the examination spells he knew. There were still a handful of catalogues he could still try, but he would have to go home and find his directory of catalogues to find the incantation for the other spells.

Afterwards, he waited patiently for Kevin to return so he could tell him that he was going to go home and look up his directory, but he never came back. He had been toying with the rod ever since, tapping it and twirling it hoping it might trigger something.

But there was nothing, and he started getting worried. Thoughts raced through his head as he thought of many reasons why he hadn't come back within the time he said he would. What if some more ruffians got the better of him while he wasn't paying attention? It was far more likely that he just broke his shovel or something, but his worry was starting to make him think irrationally.

After another half hour, Alric stuffed the rod into his robe and decided to go out and check up on his mate. He went to the place he remembered the mercenaries had gotten him, and then he peered around the alley. There were fresh burial mounds, but one of the bodies was still laying slump against the wall. He gasped and looked back around the vicinity. He saw the shovel his mate was carrying when he had left snapped in half along its wooden shaft lying next to a wall.

Alric grew ever more worried, but tried to calm himself. Perhaps he broke his shovel, he thought, and just went out to find another one. Maybe his dragonkin mate even flew home to get another one while he went out looking for him.

He ran back to Kevin's home, now their home, and looked for any sign that he had been in while he was out looking for him.

Nothing had been touched, and his fears overtook his mind at last. He wanted to cast a tracking spell to divine his love's location, but he couldn't without something from his body. He rummaged around the home hoping that perhaps he'd find a strand of the dragonkin's white hair, or perhaps even a shedded scale. He didn't find any and slumped down the bed in despair. He had been gone nearly two hours since he said he would be back, and Alric was truly worried.

The wizard laid himself down onto the bed, but then shivered as he felt something wet on his leg. He rolled over and looked at what was there.

A smile crept its way onto Alric's mouth. It was his mate's semen from the morning's blowjob he had given him; it was still wet somehow, probably a draconic property, he thought. But it was perfect, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Semen was practically the strongest thing a wizard could use to track someone. Hair, despite its popularity, was most difficult to work with. The only other body item that could compare, aside from an entire organ or limb, was blood. Blood was the fluid that gave life to a person, but semen was the fluid that allowed that life to procreate. Nevertheless, they were both powerful for divination, though most wizards thought it distasteful to use semen.

Alric didn't have any of his mate's blood, of course, but he had no qualms about using his semen. He had, after all, drank a whole bunch of it and savored its taste just a few hours earlier. He lifted the semen up with magic like before, but instead of gobbling it down, he moved it into a cup on the table he had shot his own seed all over the night before.

Divination was sort of like teleportation. Alric was good at neither, but with such a large quantity of a strong divination regent, he should be able to let the spell guide him instead of having to force the spell to show him where Kevin was. It was a little more complicated to teleport to a location given by divination, but he was sure he could do it.

He started letting his desire to know where his mate was flow into the cup of semen, and then the spell was ready. He activated the spell by whispering, "Zanar."

An image projected itself from the cup and showed a map of the continent. It shook a little before zooming in.

The spell pointed to Sorain, the capital of the northernmost human kingdom before reaching dragon territory. Images of buildings swished by, and then the image zoomed into a nice looking house in the city. The picture went into the house and snaked through some fancy looking rooms before stopping in front of a door. The image tried to pass through the door, but was repulsed by some invisible force.

Alric's mouth was wide agape. How did Kevin manage to get halfway across the continent in a couple of hours? There was only one plausible explanation: he had been kidnapped by a wizard. That explained why his divination spell couldn't pass through the door. There was some sort of ward there that blocked his sight from gazing through.

That was that then. He had to teleport himself there and rescue his mate.

He held the image in the room outside of the impassable door and started crafting a teleportation circle to send him there.

It would take thirty minutes for his novice skill in teleportation to send him that far, but it was thirty minutes he was not going to waste debating other options in his head. Even if they hadn't become life-mates, he still would be doing this, he assured himself. He owed Kevin one anyway, two actually when he thought about it.