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Lazok felt a strange turning sensation as he dreamed, as though he was a child again, rolling down a green grassy hill in midsummer. He felt a hard shake that didn't seem to match the pleasant scene that played in his dream. Slowly, but surely he awoke from his dream. He found himself on his back, and Drake's arm was propped over his body. The loving smile that came across Drake's face sent warm pleasant sensations down Lazok's spine.

"Ready?" The lack of cruelty in his voice shocked Lazok.

Drake pulled his arm out of Lazok's way as he sat up. "I'm ready to leave."

Drake threw back what remaining covers were on him. "Well, I was talking about fucking, but we can do that too."

"Drake, about last night, I don't know if you felt anything but..."

Drake winked playfully. "I felt a rod being jammed up my hole."

"Not like that!"

It hadn't even crossed his mind that Lazok might have felt something for him. Perhaps from saving him, perhaps from loving him. He didn't know, and even more, he didn't know how to respond to it. "I- I'm not sure. I've never felt love before in my life."

"Oh," Lazok threw his covers off, trying to hide his disappointment. "Well, you're still worth keeping around for the sex."

"Mmm. You bet. So are we not going to go visit some of the local merchants for supplies?" Drake tried to direct him away from the uncomfortable topic of love, "We'll need it, since I'm traveling with you."

"Yeah, sure." Lazok said dishearteningly. "We'll talk after we dress." He collected up his scattered clothing, "I'm using the bathroom."

When Lazok shut the bathroom door, Drake shook his head quietly. "Lazok... you wouldn't love me if you knew. If you did, would-- could you still love me?"

Drake slid his robes on, still entrenched in his own thoughts. Lazok opened the bathroom door, and silently grabbed the pack that rested on the floor. "Lazok, I'm going to have a hard time escaping this town. You know that?"

"Probably even more so now that you murdered Kane."

"That was in defense of you."

"It doesn't matter." Lazok scooped up his bronze spear on the floor, and walked towards the door. "They won't touch you because they'll be happy you're leaving."

The outside felt alien to Drake, who had stayed indoors during the day, and he feared he'd be attacked for his darken skin. That fear eased as soon as he entered the crowded marketplace, and people quickly ran out of his pathway. Lazok noticed it as well, none of the people came within talking distance of them.

"I'm not comfortable about this." Drake said as he eyed the approaching guard post.

"Just go through it."

"I've never seen a black skinned Arillian," An Arillian guard said as he approached. "Care to tell me what's in your pack?"

"What's it to you?"

Lazok shook his head, sensing the coming battle.

"Nothing, just a routine question."

Drake threw the backpack at the feet of the guard. "I already know you're going to ask to see it."

The Arillian dug through the bag, and withdrew a strange intricately carved dagger with a black ebony handle. "What's this?"

"Something I used to slit the necks of people who ask too many questions." If Drake's words didn't convey his threat clearly enough, the baleful look that followed said what needed to be said.

"I'm not going to play games. I'll just take this knife and we won't have problems." The Arillian said, as he watched closely waiting for Drake to react. He didn't, so the guard simply repacked the bag and handed it back to Drake. "I know who you are, and have seen your 'handy-work'. "

"That so?"

"Yes, I know that I won't be able to best you in battle, but since you're leaving there really is no reason to battle you." The guard motioned towards the exit. "Good-bye."

Only when they had cleared the dead town of Krete, that Lazok finally approached the topic again.

"Listen, Drake, I know I misinterpreted what you did."

"Lazok" Drake closed his eyes. "Not now..."

"I still want you around me." Lazok gave a reassuring smile. "The sex was almost rapturous, and being an Arillian you've got some great magic talent."

"I am not Arillian!" Drake snarled, so violently that it frightened Lazok. "Do not make that mistake again, or it will be a short trip for us!"

"Then what in the Hells are you?" Lazok shouted, desperately trying to hide his fear.

"You wouldn't understand, and it's not anything relevant to our friendship."

"A friendship you so willingly seem to abuse." Lazok countered, "I'm traveling with you, I deserve to know."

"You deserve nothing from me! All we've really done is shared cock."

"You must've felt something! Tell me that last kiss you gave me was nothing more than just 'sharing cock'."

Drake turned, his piercing green eyes now focusing intensely on Lazok. "I've not seen an Arillian in a long time, and haven't fucked in even a longer time. I don't know if I fucked you out of love or lust, but I'm thinking I just wanted to fuck."

Lazok turned away, fed up with the verbal abuse that Drake seemed to be able to dish up in a moments instance.

Drake suddenly felt guilty. Lazok had decided to be a friend to a killer, slept with a killer, and now was arguing with a killer. He had guts and that above all was impressive to Drake. Drake paused while he contemplated his words. "I don't know if I'm in love with you or not. I decided to travel with you because if I realized I was, you'd be gone forever, and if I realized I wasn't I would lose a friend." Drake noticed the strange taste that word left in his mouth.. "I don't have many friends. So lets just get to Liash, and not fight anymore."

Lazok nodded, but otherwise ignored him.

Drake watched the two suns in the sky as they completed their daily rituals. "I'll give him a blow job later, it'll get him to forgive me." He smiled. "Or I'll just have a good cum-snack."

Before long, the suns were setting in their opposite directions. Lazok broke the long suffering silence with a short simple sentence. "I'm camping here." The silence set back in, as Drake helped Lazok setup camp. Drake was surprised when Lazok still allowed him to crawled into the tent with him. "He won't regret it."

The dark serenity of the night lulled Lazok into sleep. All the while, Drake 's eyes stalked him as he laid. He finally found the courage to suck Lazok. He pulled away the covers to reveal his limp sex already hanging loosely out of the loincloth. Lazok snored, and Drake paused as he checked to see if Lazok had awoken from the light slumber. When he saw that he hadn't he continued, slowly his maw scooped up the large member. Something inside Drake surfaced; it was as if the rational part of him had taken a back step to let the animal side come through.

He sucked the cock so deeply, that he threaten to inhale it. He wanted the warm milky cum to pool in his mouth and be swallowed in one gulp. It was uncontrollable, as it had been in the past (but that was while killing), and he had no idea how he would act in sex.

Lazok awoke, and pushed Drake's head away. If he had been clear minded, he would've stopped, but he wasn't. He scrambled up to Lazok's face. A low malevolent growl erupted from his lungs, he seized Lazok's throat. This monster inside him screamed to snap the brittle neck, and it seemed the scream was so loud that Lazok heard it. His eyes overfilled with fear, and the gentleness he felt for the large male died. Lazok heard him issue the growl again, and on his stomach he felt warm drips. Drake snarled viciously into the air, and Lazok caught a glimpse of his fully extended cock, dripping cum on to his stomach.

Suddenly Drake squeezed. Lazok choked for air, the monster over him enjoying in the terror he was filling his victim with. Lazok, the one who had looked at him with loving eyes, slept with him, was now to die by his hand.

Abruptly, the hand released. The animal had receded back into whatever hell it decided to come from and Drake's eyes looked to Lazok helplessly. He knew what he had done, he was conscious of it, but couldn't stop it; he was helpless against his own urges. He longed to explain to his friend, his only friend, but the words to say came up blank. He fled in embarrassment.

Lazok wasn't sure what had happened. Drake, someone he loved, was willing to rape him it seemed. "He didn't." Lazok thought. "Why?" He withdrew a dagger that he kept hidden in his boot, knowing full well that he wouldn't be sleeping that night. "What made him act like that?" The thoughts kept recycling in his head for the remainder of the night. Tired and weary, he packed up his tent and left. Just as in his mind, he left the strange events behind him, and figured it best never to tell anyone of his encounter with the barbarous creature known as Drake.

He flicked the large bronze spear around in his wrist, as his eyes vigilantly looked for Drake to attack him again. They had been close to the town, but Lazok doubted he could out run the beast. It was clear now to him that he was NOT Arillian, but that made Drake an even bigger enigma. "What is he?" Lazok asked himself openly, thinking it silly that he should be talking in an empty forest. "I've never seen anything like that, so powerful both physically and magically. Yet why didn't he kill me?" It was a shivering thought that brought him dangerously close to the memory of the previous night. "Let's think about that in a more secure spot."

Lazok turned the corner to the path that breeched the forest into an open field of browning wheat. The smell of it filling the warm summer air, it reminded him of his childhood and all the fun he had with his sister, before the she had been killed in the First Kingdom Wars. That was the day he vowed never to be a warrior.

Lazok realized he was romancing about his past and quickly continued his pace towards the town of Liash. It was a unimposing town of two hundred Humans and Arillians alike. It was one of the few places where Humans and Arillians coexisted, and that in itself was rare. Lazok smiled when he finally traversed the pasture, because over the hill laid the distant town of Liash.

Lazok entered the normally serene village-town, except this time it was full of activity. Both the Arillians and the Humans of the town seemed highly agitated about something. He passed by a few groups trying to overhear their conversation. The words that they used were familiar to Lazok: War, Impending. When aren't the human kingdoms on the brink of war? However, there were words that he hadn't expected to hear: A town, Attack, Death, killing but the most disturbing word was losing. "I don't believe it." He thought to himself.

"Excuse me," He asked to one of the passing female humans. "What's this about a town?"

"A whole town was wiped clean off the map just a day ago." She shook his head, "Queen Emerald is on the move with her forces, and Lord Darren is attempting to counter them. However rumor has it that it's going bad for our side of the things."

"Exactly how bad?"

"Well, the government's lip-tight about this stuff, but since our little town in the middle of nowhere had to give up a contingent of guards, I'd say very bad. You new to town or somethin'? That's been the news for about three days now."

"Yes," Lazok extended his hand. "My name is Lazok."

Her nimble leather-gloved hand, accepted the gesture. "Kaza."

"Kaza, You mind telling me where the nearest Bar is? I need to drink away some bad memories."

"Actually, I was just heading there." She chuckled, "You're going the wrong way."

"Eh. Would've found it eventually."

"I bet." Her other gloved hand motioned him to follow. "I've aways found that misery is better shared between two people."

He nodded in agreement, as he casually started to follow her. "Let's start the misery a bit early?"

"Fine by me, but you go first for offering it."

Lazok wasn't certain how the female would react, but at that time he didn't care. He just wanted to tell someone, to make sure he hadn't done anything wrong. "What do you think about two males mating each other?"

"Mmmm." She smiled and adjusted her tight shorts, "I think I'd want to get in on that."

"Well, not with him you wouldn't. How about you? What's your misery?"

She threw her black hair about, in a lively fashion. "There's a group of thieves that want me dead for failing a job; Much worse position than you and your male."

"Why don't you go to the guardsmen?"

She looked behind herself with sharp blue eyes. "I think you missed a part of that, I failed a thieving job."

"Ah," Lazok nodded, partially wondering how he always managed to meet such 'colorful' individuals. "I'm sorry to hear about that."

"Don't worry about it. There's the bar, right there." She pointed to an old, but very well maintained bar, The Dog Ear'd Tavern.

Lazok crawled into one of the booths in the corner, really having no interest in Kaza's offer of sharing misery. She realized it, and went to the bar alone. Lazok motioned one of the Barkeepers over, ordering a strong blood ale to drown on.

Well into his second drink, Lazok looked over to the bar. Kaza's black silky hair had haunting similarity to Drake's beautiful body. He shook his head to break the memory, and lowered his eyes. Her rear was something else, rounded with a perfect physique and shaped as Lazok always imagined the perfect woman--human wise-- would be. He found himself wanting to mate with her, knowing that there was something mesmerizing about that human female.

His eyes slowly rolled back up her body, the wonderful thin frame, the nice arms, and the two sharp blue eyes looking right at him. His eyes bolted down to his bloody red drink, however he heard her light and agile steps approach. He felt her thump next to him in the tightly spaced booth.

She pulled off one of her leather gloves. "You know I've never felt a male Arillian's skin before. You mind?"

"Not at all. Well--" He said quickly as he felt her flesh covered fingers tickle his inner thigh. "I wouldn't recommend you touch there, unless you want a surprise."

"Maybe I want a surprise." Her eyes looked at him with a growing lust. "I'd like to just get down to business. I need a male to help me out of that jam I was talking about earlier."

"Oh no, I'm not going--" Lazok halted as he felt her groping his sex.

"Why?" She asked with innocence. "Aren't you a priest of Kurr? Your suppose to protect the pure of heart, the needy and such?"

"Yes, I am. How do you know that?"

"It's so obvious, no Arillian travels out here other than the pilgrimage to Kurr's temple." Her fingers glided over his sack as light as a feather, and his heartbeat quicken.

"Please help me, Lazok," She whispered, her voice full of seduction.

"And if I helped you, then what?"

"Well," She propped the side of her head up with her arm. "I can do several things no other male can do for you."

"Well, Last person I had random sex with almost raped me..."

"Well I suppose that makes appealing to your sexuality pointless." She leaned forward looking between his arms down onto his thighs, his loincloth was pushed up where his crotch was. "Or at least learned to somewhat control it. I'm desperate so how about this, something has happened recently that will affect your journey."

"Right now, I'm expecting anything." Lazok said as he politely waved to a bartender across the room for another round. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing much." She gulped the shot that was in her free hand. "Just that the the Emerald Queen's army decided to camp out on the Temple Road."

"Oh that's just great." Lazok said as he received his drink from the bartender. "First, a Psycho. Now I can't travel down the damned Temple Road."

She laughed. "Not so fast. I use to adventure around the mountain side in my youth, and I know a few not-so-easy to find places that lead into Temple Valley."

"And you'll help me if I help you." Lazok sat in thought for a moment, before looking at her again. "Fine, how many of these 'friends are there?"

"Excellent." She said with a grin. "Four of them. Three humans, one Arillian."

"No murder?"

"As much as I'd like to see them dead, no. Let's leave immediately-- I can't wait to see their faces."

Lazok stood in agreement and gulped his bloody drink. "Let's Go."

As soon as they left the dead atmosphere of the bar, Kaza turned to face Lazok wrapping her arms in a loop around Lazok's neck. "I was thinking, maybe, we could do something else first."

"What's that?"

She held up a key, "Room 4."

"Where did you get that?"

She laughed as she wrapped her nimble hands around Lazok's claw, "I lifted it from the bartender when he delivered your drink. C'mon."

Lazok knew what she was thinking and wasn't opposed to it. Sex with someone else would ease the pain he still felt for Drake. She pulled him around to the side of the Bar, "Room 4." She giggled, as she opened it with the stolen key.

The room smelled of old ceder and the scent was pleasant to Lazok, but he could smell an even better scent, a wet female.

Kaza ran her hand through her black hair. "Laid down, Lazok, and enjoy the show."

"Oh, I'm sure I will."

Lazok's instincts were on fire, readying him for sex. He could smell her deep vibrant scent that filled every want and desire. Her breast were perfectly rounded, like two large soft melons. In his mind he imagined a tight slit ready to take his cock and wrap around its round towering shape. She looked teasingly behind her as she undid her bra, next was the hot pink thong that she wore between her legs. How slowly she slid the thing off of herself, it made Lazok long to fuck her even more. As she leaned down and let him see her equally pink slit.

Lazok laid out on the inn bed. His massive erection clearly showing how pleased he was to see her delicate naked body before him. She slid on to the bed, looking almost reverently towards the towering monster in between his legs. She found herself on all fours, her breast hanging in the air over the massive cock. She smiled as she licked her lips.

She ran the warm saliva covered tongue up and down the shaft, teasing him into dribbling pre. She maneuvered around his body making sure her pussy was right in his eyes. Again her tongue made another round along the shaft this time summiting around the large head, before plunging the member into her mouth making Lazok gasp as she grasped his member between her two tight lips.

She took a suck of the cock, bring the soft skin into her mouth, it tasted nothing like a human cock. She longed for the large member to be jammed into her, she smiled sinfully, knowing that her virginity was about to be fuck right out of her by a powerful male, who lusted for her.

She felt his fingers getting frisky with her slit, and he managed to get one into the slit before she pulled away. She knelt over his legs, her slit facing him with it's pink innocence. She grasped his massivce cock, rubbing it against her slit. Lazok moaned as he felt the warm wetness sticking to his towering sex.

She grabbed the head, squeezing tightly, and brought herself over it, rubbing it against her tight slit. Her juices tickled his head, teasingly she allowed it to penetrate then pulled it out. Over and over, her sweet pussy danced around the reptilian cock. Lazok's head rested against the pillow his eyes closed, she dipped, and his face contorted as ecstasy came over him. She backed off again, bringing her face again close to the cock. She scooped his balls into her hand, her lips gently kissed the soft scaly sack. Suddenly, she sucked them into her mouth throwing Lazok into a world of lust and wet warmth that fills your body.

She moved forward again, readying herself to plunged the cock deep within. She made another teasing dip, not taking the whole cock inside her but pulling up, knowing that he was lulled into believing she would tease again. She jammed herself upon it, causing Lazok to sit up and gasp in pure pleasure, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "I thought you were expecting anything."

He shook his head. She began screwing him hard, her slit pound his sack, messaging his shaft with each rapid thrust. Lazok squeezed the sheets between his fingers as he felt her deceivingly strong slit pulling on his skin as she lifted. Her bounces made his balls rattle with lust for her, her innocence was so wet and warm. He barely caught himself as the cock started to pre. He held it in fighting her each second for his cum. Her slit coaxed his cock into cumming, gobs of it exploded inside of her, causing him to groan as he felt himself unloading into the slit. His reptilian cock shuddered on last time as it poured more white goo deep inside her.

"Amazing." She laid out upon his soft sensual skin, her sides heaving. "Maybe, if your this good all the time, I'll stay with you longer."

"That wasn't even close to normal for me."

She cocked an eyebrow. "You'll have to prove that to me later."

"So about those people you wanted to leave you alone."

She rotated and rested her head on his chest. "Oh yes, Dirt bastards. They're cowards, and probably won't bother me because of the powerful male that I've got."

Lazok got out of bed, and pulled up his loin cloth. "So if I die what happens to you?"

"Well, I've slept with you which will infuriate a particular male." She rolled out of the bed and started sliding her thong back on, as she bent down her slit showed. "Some jackass Arillian."

"You have an Arillian lover? God, he must have a small dick, else he would've stretched you out."

She smiled softly, "When I met him, I was a virgin..." She slid up her pants. "That was until I slept with you." She started putting on her shirt.

"I'm your first time? That's quite low-- to trade your virginity to get out of a bad deal."

When she pulled down her shirt, her face was blushed, and in Lazok's opinion she was even more beautiful. "Lazok, it wasn't a trade. I did that because I feel something for you."

"I- I feel something for you too." Lazok's face brightened up. "In fact, I never felt anything close to this before so I know it's really love."

She smiled. "Well, stud, you and I gonna beat the shit out of some thieves."

"God, Lazok if we both survive this," She looked at him with a passionate look, and moved to his nude front. "I'll be your mate forever."

"You mean...?"

Her eyes teared up. "Yes, if you would have me when we go to Kurr's temple, I will declare our mating in front of Kurr."

Lazok wrapped his arm's around her waist, it was a serious commitment she was making. "Are you sure you want to make that

promise? Do you know what that will mean?"

Her arms looped around his neck. "Yes, It means I'll be yours and

you'll be mine. Never to cheat, or lie to each other. You stuck your neck out for me, Lazok, and I thought about it during sex."

Lazok's eyes teared up as well. "You know it means we'll have enemies in both races?"

"Yes, but it will be worth it." She hugged him for many seconds. When she finally pulled away, her hand longingly held on to Lazok's claw. "You better get dressed, before you get horny again."

"Not like you wouldn't like that." Lazok smiled, as he slid his loincloth back on.

"Hell yeah." She walked to her boots withdrawing a hidden dagger.

"A small dagger? That all?" He scooped his bronze spear up, "Now this is a weapon."

"Well, I did have a rapier but that bastard gave it to his gay lover." She deftly rotated her dagger, hiding it out of sight behind her wrist. "I'm good with small blades."

Lazok rotated his spear deftly around himself to return her skill-show. "So what is your plan?"

"They're all looking at the alley's for me to exit, so my guess is that as soon as we go, they'll follow until we're out of town."

"Then we kick the crap out of them." He slashed the air with the tip of his spear.

"Then we go to Kurr's temple." She brought herself in front of him. The soft leather gloved hand stroked Lazok face. "You know my male Arillian told me this is a sign of deep love."

Lazok returned the gesture. "Yes, it is. Lets go?" He motioned to the door.

She walked out, opening the door as she went. The air was more refreshing than the cedar filled room. Lazok held Kaza's weapon-free hand, squeezing it tightly, wondering if he might get killed here in this backwater town.

It was sometime before Lazok noticed they were being followed. One large and built, Arillian, with a Two-Handed sword at his side, had seen them near the bar and had been following them all the way. Kaza squeezed Lazok's hand realizing that he was behind her, especially when he came only feet from her.

"So?" The male growled. "You've managed to screw over another one of my kind and actually got him into battle for you."

Kaza gave a dismissive nod. "And we'll beat the crap out of you."

"I bet." He laughed, and unsheathe his two handed-broadsword. "So you feeling confident Arillian?"

Lazok held his spear out in a defensive position, "Yeah, kinda now that you mention it."

"I didn't bring my friends so we could play this by our kinds rule."

"Agreed, Kaza stay out of this fight."

"Lazok, you're kidding right?" She grabbed his arm, but his challenging gaze wouldn't waiver.

"Kaza, it's a duel. My honor against his honor."

Knowing when she was beaten, Kaza backed a safe distance away. The tall Arillian before him took the opportunity to advance a few steps, leaving Lazok very little reaction room.

The Arillian suddenly charged with the lethal point of his sword pointing at Lazok. Lazok deftly rolled out of the way, slashing at the male's knee. Blood erupted from the scaly skin, and the tendon snapped like a rubber band back into his thigh. He screamed in agony as the blow had been intended to do. The male shifted the balance on to his good leg.

"That wasn't wise to do." The male growled.

Lazok shrugged. "Actually, I think humiliating you would be the best thing."

Lazok leaped forward, his aim for the Male's thigh. The male attempted to block the blow but lost balance, and both of them knew he lost the duel.

"He's finished." Lazok walked around the male who had been taken by another round of pain. "Let's go Kaza."