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Long time, no completed writing! My goodness, I find myself all over the place now days with my work at Verizon Wireless and a D&D Pathfinder campaign that I have been making about the entire world setting that I have for a group of friends. Thanks to the D&D books though, I have a pretty good idea over what some of the dragons would be in my own mind. :) Now if only I could get someone to sketch up what the primal dragons would look like as anthros...

Anyway, here I am with so many games and some strange, naughty thoughts in my head thanks to pictures on Furaffinity, so I thought I would do what I could and put them on paper. First: so I can get the frustrations out. Second: To see if my typing speed is only for when I am processing quick comments, or if I can really put together a quick, complete writing in a short amount of time. To keep track, I started this at 0006 hours(12:06AM) on November 19th, 2013 and finished at 0334 hours the same day with distractions talking with Dracasis.(Shi is awesome, btw. Shi got me into the whole writing motivation for adult works years ago. It was only time I need.)

For some purposes here, I thought I would use Ramah's Cloud Dragon self to help out some campaign writing. While this story may be adult, the campaign will be less so. Also, if you need a reference of what a cloud dragon looks like, BAM http://pathfinderwiki.com/wiki/Cloud_dragon

Any and all comments are accepted, I will look at all of them and try to reply as I see them. Most of all: Enjoy!

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Ramah sat himself next to a cave entrance, pondering over the many responsibilities he had in his territories. Storm Keep had kept to themselves the last few days, all the while gryphons had been coming out of his mountain's wood work, thinking the ridge, caves and the surrounding woodlands as their own private hunting ground. He had already beaten down two gryphons into submission over the current cycle of the moon, and none have yet to speak to him before attempting their claims. Such rudeness, such loneliness... But, he knew better than to think every creature would respect his authority, not when those that try could eventually succeed in toppling him without siblings or progeny left to fill his guardianship.

The cave entrance held little to be observed. Outside of the ledge that could hold a dragon twice his size, no other paths led to the opening, leaving the dragon without company... At least, for the moment. Ramah heard the telltale whispers of his ultimate responsibility for the cave inside. His blue scales shivered noticeably as he continued to listen intently. He shouldn't need to travel through the same security that kept everyone else out, but leaving a back door only asked for trouble. He only had to keep to himself while passing through inside, and everything and everyone else will leave him alone... That's right, he was alone afterall. Once he felt ready to do so, he stood back on his paws to enter the cave.

The darkness inside enveloped him slowly as he left the comfortable sunlight of the outside. The light stopped its advance thirty feet into the cave, as if something held the light at bay. As the dragon passed the border between light and darkness, the whispers suddenly stopped, leaving silence as his only company. The darkness greeted him in the whisper's stead as he continued, his darkvision allowing him to navigate the cave slowly but surely as he retraced his steps for the... fifty-ith time? The annual visits blended in with the rest of his duties from outside the cave.

A left at the first pillar. Then another left coming by the orange mark. Always look ahead, avoid the whispers. Climb up the obsidian carving and past the empty fountain of a time long gone. Always look ahead, avoid the whispers. A right where the cave drops into an abyss, crossing only where the stones are not cracked. Always look ahead, avoid the whispers. A straight hallway, and cross the large room of mirrors. Always look ahead, avoid the whispers.

"You are so boring at times, Ramah," A light voice said among the mirrors.

Ramah stopped, closing his eyes to darken further what the light refused to touch in the room of mirrors. Always look ahead, avoid the whis-

"Even now you think ignoring me will help you believe I do not exist." The voice continued.

The dragon shivered as the voice spoke, as if doused in cold water of a snowy mountain, yet his face burned with the verbal jabs. Always look ahe-

"For such a proud dragon, you don't even look at those who speak to you. How rude."

"SHUT UP!" Ramah shouted. He stared ahead, where he knew his goal was past the room he was in now. Even while shivering, he willed himself forward, one step at a time. "You don't exist in my world, not so long as I keep you out. He passed by a mirror in the darkness, feeling the cold reflection touching his wing catch on something where it was supposed to be smooth. By reflex, he looked to what may have captured his wing and felt the lifeblood leave his face.

There was no cut from the mirror, nor was there anything marring its perfectly reflective surface where his wing touched it. In fact, if not for feeling the mirror itself, it could have easily passed as an extension of the room's interior. Instead, another cloud dragon's wing, more feminine in tone and form than his own, held on to his, like how a human would hold hands with another.

"Nonononono..." Ramah sidestepped from the mirror, hesitating as the wing, and the female cloud dragon it was attached to, pulled itself from the barrier that was the mirror. "I know these illusions cast, even now you are nothing but what my mind desires." He pulled harder to try and free his wing from the reflection's physical manifestation to no avail. The movement of air brought forth a scent that his instincts recognized clearly as well, but was much more easily fooled.

"Why must you fight me, Ramah?" The female dragon said, pulling herself from the mirror and onto the cold stone floor. "I may be your desires, but I still live. Why not indulge yourself this time? Did our last encounter scare you so badly when I tried to tear your heart out when I felt your punishment take your thoughts?" Another yank pulled her closer, her head disappearing under his wing. "Or is it from when your blood lust for those who trespassed you had me at your throat?"

"Nothing of the sort!" He looked away from his feminine reflection towards his goal again, hoping she would disappear like she did so many times before. But, her touch, her smell, her warmth as she breathed past his belly scales and onto a knowingly sensitive area, kept this illusion more than alive. His mind grew to want nothing to do with her, but instincts wanted everything to do with her. "Just... Leave me be this time! I know you to be a living magic within these walls, so please-"

"You know the rules of my enchantment better than any, Ramah" The female said, licking Ramah between his legs at a growing erection. "Always look ahead. Avoid the whispers. You lost when you decided to respond, making me as real as you are..."

"Ah... By Bahamut's breath..." Ramah cursed. "Why did the Aspect of Life have to provide sentience to such a spell?" Each lick was like electricity running through his body, and it only grew more intense as the female proceeded. He suddenly felt a push against his side, the female dragon providing enough force to knock him to his back. His attempts to roll over were met with a growl and teeth at his throat once again.

"I have a name your mother gave me, Ramah. Why not just call me by Sumarah like the good 'brother' you are? I will take care of both of our desires." The female dragon held Ramah by the throat as she poised herself, straddling the waist of her male reflection. With little time for other foreplay, she sat down to take in his length to the hilt in one trust. Just as a reflection would have suggested, they fit perfectly with one another.

Ramah grunted out of pleasure more than fear. Even with Sumarah's teeth around his throat, she did not bite hard enough to break his scales. Of all the times he accidentally summoned her presence, this was certainly the softest she had ever been. He knew in his own mind that his own desires fueled the fire, but it didn't make the fact that he was being forced into the act by his illusory reflection any less embarrassing. "Ah... Su...Mar...AH!" He felt her teeth pinch down with a growl. He felt Sumarah's grasp on his length tighten as well, trying to pull his desire out through more than his chest this time.

It seemed that she was a quicker trigger than he was, and by no means cleaner. Sumarah after just a minute of riding her temporary lover already climaxed on his ridged length, grinding her fertile scent and fluids into Ramah. It took much of his will to last through her first climax, her grip on his throat relaxing after a half a minute of grinding on his length, each ripple of her vent trying again to get what both desired. He thought it would be it, once she would be satisfied... Until she started riding him even harder than the first try...

"Give in, Ramah. You know you want to..." Sumarah said, grinding herself down on Ramah. "Why do you deprive yourself so? Giving in to pleasure this one time isn't a fault of your own...Well, then again, you DID break my rules." The female laughed as she continued, feeling a twitch inside of her as she hilted again on Ramah's member. "Oh, getting close, 'brother'?"

Ramah grunted in response, feeling himself edge towards his own climax. His claws shakily grabbed her haunches from his position and used the extra leverage to thrust upwards into Sumarah, holding himself in deep as he finished inside of his reflection of a sister. Every twitch of his member was answered by a clench of her folds, a gasp escaping both of their mouths as often as his length had his seed escape into her depths.

"Mmmm, good 'brother'." Sumarah felt the warmth of Ramah's seed find its way deeper. "If you can do so well for a mate, you would solve your loneliness in no time." Sumarah relaxed, covering Ramah with her body. "Too bad that I am merely magic, or I would solve it for you... Now, how about another round? I don't see you more than once a year, and you have a LOT of making up to do for your 'sister'."

Ramah tried to catch his breath from his climax, his member sensitive to her insistent attention so soon after his first shot into Sumarah. He felt this wasn't so bad as the other times she came out of his reflections, so long as he could put her back before his own desires fueled death by dehydration.

"...Just one more time, okay 'sis'?"