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The third chapter of the Cologne Hinder series. I realize the other two were rather short, and I regret that. However, I'm getting better, via colleagues and fur friends who point out my mistakes and offer advise on how to correct them. If you have not read Ch 1, please do so. It explains major plot points and develops the characters so you don't get that "What just happened" feeling.

All characters are © by me, as they are my intellectual property

While some went to find their loved ones' bodies, Caroline insisted on leaving the place, simply stating that she couldn't handle it right now. I obliged, and we headed to the nearby mountains, where she grieved for her parents and her brothers, while I awkwardly tried to comfort her.

"why did this have to happen? Why?" With this remark, her sobs continued, and I held, her kissing her ear and cheek. I whispered everything will be okay, but she sobbed out, "You don't understand."

I contemplated this, while she cried herself to a fitful slumber. Seeing as there was nothing else for me to do, I followed suit, and dreams soon followed.

At first, everything was dark, then, as if I was in a movie theater, the scene before lit up. I could see ferals, animalistic evil dragons who attacked blindly, following only instinct, brutally attack and kill my parents. They turned towards me, and I felt a sensation of weightlessness, as I finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

I awoke with a start, shivering in the cold temperature native to these heights. Shivering, I cuddled closer to Caroline, her tear-stained face so peaceful and at rest. I inwardly chuckled at this contrast, and carefully laid a wing over her, so as to keep her warm but not awaken her. She sighed softly and turned over, her body now facing towards me as she continued to sleep. I carefully laid an arm over her, and continued my interrupted sleep, this time deep and dreamless.

We awoke the next morning, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the day. Caroline just grinned when she woke up with my arm and wing draped over her. We headed back to the village, where the survivors were busy cleaning up the mess and burying the dead.

Caroline found her parents, laying peacefully in their bed, not a scratch on them. She puzzled this, even as the priest gave a quick sermon and buried her parents with 8 other people, as they buried each row in the graveyard separately, giving respect to the dead but also trying to get things done quickly. What puzzled her the most was the lack of her brother's bodies, but I told her maybe they escaped, and she clung to this newfound hope with all her might.

After the burial ceremony, we went to my apartment, which was strangely untouched. After such an exhausting day, we ate the deer Caroline caught before the attack and went to my bed, where we took off our clothes and slept through most of the day.

I was the first one to wake up, and slipped off to take a bath in the nearby lake. When I returned, she was still asleep, so I crawled up beside her and watched her chest rise and fall, her slow breathing acting almost as a lullaby, soothing me more anything else could have at that moment.

I heard her chuckle slightly, as she said "How long have you been staring at me like that?" My only reply was not long enough, and she slowly sat up. She stretched and stretched, her leg muscles contracting and lengthening, giving me a perfect view of her body. Even through the dirt and grime from the past few days' toils, her scales still shined with an almost unmatched brilliance, her eyes a most beautiful oceanic color. Swirls of blue and sea green highlighted these beautiful orbs, along with many other cool colors. As with the ocean, she was deep and full of life, a mystery that deserved to be explored, every last bit of it.

In stark contrast, mine were a fiery red, reminding one's self of molten lava, as the red of my eyes and black of my scales giving the impression of a volcano, powerful and imposing, something to be admired and respected.

As I studied her body, my eyes subconsciously slipped to her nether regions, surprised at what my eyes beheld. Her lips were gleaming with juice, swollen and red from an apparent arousal. As we hadn't done anything in the past few days, I grew an almost immediate erection, the red tip of my penis peeking out from my midnight black sheath. Caroline stared at this with appraising eyes, almost as if sizing up how this would benefit her needy state.

Deftly, her tail curled around my shaft, her cool scales sending shivers of pleasure up my spine from the contact. My red member stood out completely from my sheath, thanks to the extra attention it was receiving. Not withstanding any longer, she pressed her cunt onto my muzzle, arranging herself in a traditional 69 style position. She slowly began to hump my muzzle, making it extremely difficult to breathe. My head began to swim with oxygen deprivation, but I wouldn't move, even if my life depended on it. Realizing my predicament, Caroline withdrew herself, so her pussy was inches from my muzzle. My tongue shot out, willing and eager to consume the dessert it beheld before it. Deep vibrations rumbled down my shaft, increasing my pleasure ten-fold. I moaned at this sudden increase in bliss, the vibrations from my mouth as I moaned and growled sending her into an equally euphoric state. She bucked against my tongue, wanting more and more if it to enter her. I tease a bit more, and then started thrusting my tongue in and out of her, and she also displayed all her skills, with my member being the willing victim.

After a few minutes of this newfound pleasure, I could feel my orgasm spiraling from somewhere deep within me, as well as her pussy's walls convulsing, meaning she was close to her own orgasm. We doubled our efforts to please one another, and went over the edge hand in hand, falling into the perilous void of heavenly bliss. She used her last ounce of strength to roll off beside me, and we fell asleep almost immediately.

We were both startled by a knock and the door, and we slowly pulled on our clothes that lay strolled around the bed. I answered the door, and jumped back in surprise. There stood the Head of Military, Nathan Bentley. He told me that as one of the fastest flying dragons in the village, I was to go to the Witches in the Arctic region over Lena, Russia (We were closer to Hammerfest, Norway, and this would be about an 8 hour journey, even for me and Caroline). Both civilizations were rebuilt on magically hovering "sky islands", so there was no need interact with the land.

Caroline and me started packing for the trip ahead of us, and ate a hearty helping of deer for the much needed energy. We then departed from our home, and headed to the East, in search of our Sisters, the Witches.

The trip was fairly uneventful, although Caroline found "unique" ways to make it all the more interesting. I have to say, it was rather strange, trying to focus on keeping aloft while being on the receiving end of a heavenly aerial blowjob. When my orgasm finally hit me, I lost all control and plummeted down to the ground at an alarming rate. I was able to pull up before I hit rock bottom, my depth perception allowing me to estimate only 1,000 ft between me and the ground when I recovered. I regained hight to find Caroline in hysterics at my loss of control. I grinned, and called forth a mirror with what little magic I had learned from my father before he died. She only laughed all the harder when she saw the cum all over her muzzle and upper chest, seductively licking around her lips as she cleaned herself up.

We reached our destination, exhausted. We tried to speak with our Sisters, but they had us put to bed, as they wove a spell of deep, dreamless sleep over our unwilling bodies. We succumbed to their will, and were sound asleep for 2 whole days, before we finally woke, refreshed as we have never been in our entire lives.

We then proceeded to ask permission to speak with the Queen of the Witches, who happened to be in a very important meeting with the Clan leaders. I did notice, however, the strange glances I received while walking in their village, glances of both fear and admiration. I shrugged it off, owing it to my long trip. We strolled around a bit, before a witch in dark red clothing (The misconception of witches only wearing black is a grievous one, although they do tend to wear darker clothing at night time.) approached is, saying the Queen was ready to see us. We set off immediately for the palace, which strangely looked no different from the huts that covered the village.

When we finally reached our destination, Caroline and our were quickly ushered into the Queen's chambers. As we entered, I felt a strong presence in my mind, and a glance at Caroline revealed she was in the same situation. We tried to block it out, but it left of it's own accord before we could even begin to remove it.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, I had to check and make sure you were of good intentions. Now, Oh great prophesied one, why have you and your mate come?" Caroline blushed at the "Mate" part, but I was more concerned about being the "great prophesied one". The Queen seemed to know my thoughts without reading them, and said "I heard of your parents' untimely demise, and I will be honored to be the one that teaches you of your magics, as well as your Purpose. For now, this will suffice: The marking on your chest was not a freak accident. You were marked by witch oil for a reason, my dear. Your powers even now are much greater than that of all the witches and dragons combined. You were chosen by the Gods to save us from the Ferals and the Dark ones (If you have faithfully read my stories, or know of dragon lore, then ferals should not be new to you. However, Dark ones are fallen witches, who have succumbed to their Dark Magics, and are even worse than the Ferals, as the Dark ones still have full control of their intellect), as they have come together under a new leader to smite or turn us all, even the humans that drove us from our homelands. Your training will begin tomorrow, and I'm afraid there isn't much left for me to say to you right now. Caroline, I haven't forgotten about you either. You play just as important a role as Cologne, my dear, and it shall be clear to you soon enough. Now go, and enjoy one another's company. Rest."

With these final words, we were teleported to our room, and felt a familiar tiredness overcome our bodies. We fell asleep once more, Unaware to what lay ahead of us, but ready to take on anything at each other's side.