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Sunlight crested the farthest mountain in the familiar gathering of spires, splashing onto the pathway that led to Mathieu's destination. He squinted briefly; the shadow that had covered him was near blackness, and very much unsuited to the reptile navigating his way upward. Soon though he began to feel the heat of the day seep through his coats, banishing his grogginess. He stopped briefly to admire the glow, chill wind winding its way along the incline and spurring him into action once more. The climb had been a difficult one thus far; above the cloud cover black ice clung to every surface, torchlight and the waning moon his only indicator of any pitfalls. The beauty of the trail was unmatched though, in his opinion, by any of the other larger formations in the range. Most were pocked and jagged by the elements billowing in from the west, splintering the winds and rain and leaving the spire largely untouched.

Rivulets of near-frozen water trickled by his pads as he strode higher, faint outlines of his destination forming through the mist as the carved stairway became more uniform and maintained. He had never visited Sophaira before, despite passing it on several occasions; the town was inhabited entirely by Dragons who would simply swoop down to the marshlands and jungles below if any trade was needed with his kinfolk; they were solitary creatures for the most part, not particularly unpleasant but unused to the customs of other species. Wilfully so in most cases. It was a rarity for the mountain dwelling clans to allow each other into their fortified towns, let alone those that dwelt below in the haze of the swamp. But with no small amount of luck and perseverance the young Gecko had been employed as a courier to the outlands for matters of trade and the like.

The gates of Sophaira loomed before him, solid iron hammered into ornate spiralling patterns and threatening teeth-bearing monstrosities; closer inspection revealed a worrying number of slots and holes through which crossbows were no doubt trained at his throat. He gulped instinctively and paused. His employers had explained the seeming ferocity of these outer walls, and assured Mathieu that he would at least be greeted before the archers opened fire. He stepped closer and waited, head bowed. A metallic bark issued from the nearest, most horrifying carving that loomed with maw wide open, causing the Gecko to stumble back and grip his chest. "Heh. What is your business, Gecko?" The mouth echoed. The bullhorn was like a buzz saw, reverberations carrying on for some seconds before the Gecko could respond. "I, erm, I'm a courier from the Marshlands, I-" "I am aware of that," The voice boomed once more, "What is your business?" Mathieu gulped again and fumbled around his jacket for just that; after much fevered searching he produced a large seal draped with ornate stones and a long brass tube sealed tightly at both ends. "I bring a message from our high priests to yours, sir. I am instructed to hand it to them and await their response."

There was audible murmuring as two or more of the Dragons conversed, faint snippets of 'tiny!' 'harmless' and for some reason 'breakfast' drifted through the ferocious head, until with another shocking blast the speaker returned. "Yeah, alright. You wait there, someone'll be with you shortly." More reverberation, then silence save for the whistling breeze through the arrowslits. A few minutes had passed, the Gecko barely moving an inch in the time, before the iron began to creak ominously; nothing seemed to have happened until a loud crack issued from the middle of the gateway and a casing of rust fell to the floor in a heap as the doors grated open. Mathieu stepped backward; two hooded figures stood either side of the open gate, bows aimed squarely at the Gecko's chest. The bolts alone were larger than his torso. Between them a third figure strode, closing the distance between them far faster than Mathieu had anticipated and staring down at him, grinning. "Hello." It said. Mathieu nodded, "H...Hi?" The figure nodded back and lowered its' hood. It was indeed a dragon; dark grey and towering at least two feet above the even 5' Gecko, it was evidently the leader of this little group judging by the overly polished chest plate and ornate horn decorations. "You may call me Seer; I'll have to search you, you understand." Mathieu doubted much would change if he didn't, and splayed his limbs accordingly. The Dragon grunted his appreciation and began patting Mathieu's arms, meticulously testing the large coat for anything untoward. Nothing there, on to the chest. The Dragon's claws were capped with some sort of leather guard, but even from the disinterested patting it was clear this Seer fellow could easily wrap his hand around Mathieu's head, and probably crush it too. The less said about what would happen if those caps came off the better.

Seer strode behind the Gecko and patted his back down, stopping as he reached the torch and freezing Mathieu's blood. "Torch! Its my torch, for the journey," He blurted; claws slid effortlessly into his coat and plucked it from its' holster, brandishing it to the light and placing it on the floor. "You'll get it back when you leave." The monotone was not reassuring. Seer resumed his search, crouching and patting the Gecko's ass, lingering in the motion for some seconds before sliding his hands down Mathieu's thighs and legs to where his trousers ended. The same occurred on the front side, hands reaching round to slide upward and resting at his crotch; a couple of pats, before Seer paused. He patted again, slower and more forcefully, making Mathieu grunt in discomfort and look at him. "Uh...sorry..." The perplexed Dragon murmured, standing back up and gesturing to his subordinates who dutifully slackened and wandered off chatting to one another. "This way please, courier." Through the gates now clanging shut behind them they began to descend the loosely paved road into the town; the bulk of the town lay on a carved plateau below them, throngs of equally towering Dragons milling this way and that as town-folk tend to, action mostly focused around the many carts and shops that formed the main street. The houses themselves were seemingly sprouting from the mountain itself, hewn from the rock to form the walls of most; a few newer buildings were dotted around the outskirts, rising higher than their stocky counterparts but seeming decidedly less opulent in their appearance. The rest were carved into the side of the mountain on various different levels, all connected by precarious looking stairways and rope ladders. Even the smallest of abodes hung over Mathieu as he was led along however, his neck straining in wonderment as he gulped in the fortified architecture.

Most of the Dragon-folk turned to eye the Gecko as he passed by, smiling weakly as some caught his eye and avoiding those who didn't smile back. With the exception of the children he was the smallest there by a wide margin. He felt oddly diminutive and breakable in the light these Dragons were casting him in, and by the time they had neared their destination he was very happy to be moving inside. The two of them were at another large iron door, similar to the first but for the embossed figures who were now more benevolent in appearance. It seemed to lead directly into the huge carved wall that curved over the town, stalagmites jutting irregularly from its top like a gigantic maw swallowing the inhabitants. Seer stepped up to the door and rapped smartly on the surface; a slot slid aside revealing a pair of goggles, before sliding back as the owner heaved the door open. "Thanks Calt," Seer nodded to the beefy Dragon and strode through, Mathieu following him. Calt was unusually protected for a Dragon, wearing a fully padded body suit and large opaque goggles, muzzle completely obscured by a series of scarves. A muffled acknowledgment sounded from within and he gave the Gecko a curt nod, who reciprocated. Stepping out, he realised why the Dragon was so well insulated; a wooden gantry was all that separated them from a drop into the clouds below, buffeted constantly by a screeching wind that directed itself through a split in the rock formation. Mathieu crossed his arms together and huddled against the force of it, Seer snorting his opinion and beckoning him onward. The gantry ran along most of the Cliffside and upward to a noticeably more guarded area; Dragons dressed similarly to Calt stood sentinel at intervals, all of which brandishing crossbows and looking menacing. "The wind is on our side!" Shouted Seer as they passed a few of the guards, "Those bolts pick up a hell of a speed out here! Unless you're on the attack of course!"

It was staggering how constant the buffeting was, quite literally; higher and higher they climbed, entering the split and nearing a fire-lit door of massive proportion. By the time they had neared the two guards standing either side of the door Mathieu's limbs had numbed and he was shaking visibly; he did stop to admire the seemingly windproof flames of the torches though, exposed to the elements yet burning as if inside. He would have mentioned as much to his escort were the wind not howling so raggedly against the rocks. Both guards moved in unison to open the door, standing at attention and saluting as both passed into the amber-lit interior. With a muffled boom the doors were closed, shutting out the whip of the wind entirely. Mathieu sighed gratefully and stretched himself out, already feeling the warmth of the building flood him. Seer was eyeing him as he did so, shaking his head but smiling genuinely for the first time yet. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long, courier." "Mathieu, actually," he grunted as he rubbed his hands together, "And thank you, I think." Seer chuckled a very deep chuckle and gestured they carry on to the more well-lit area of the cave. The rough stone walls slowly began to smooth out as they trod along, twists and turns becoming more uniform and flooring being introduced. Hallways branched off hither and thither, up and down, murmuring and laughter emanating from behind sealed doors. "This is, I suppose, the barracks," Seer said, gesturing to their surroundings, "Or an equivalent, at least." Mathieu looked up at him, "And you would be the equivalent captain?" Seer smiled. "Not me, no. You'll be meeting her in a second. I'm just the gatekeeper," He snorted.

Yet another door loomed ahead, either copper or bronze as far as the torchlight could tell, and speckled with precious stones forming a leering visage of Dragon-hood. Seer stepped in front of him and clapped his shoulder, gripping it. "Listen, Mathieu? Mathieu. You are my responsibility in here, right? All you need to do is walk with me to my superior, say nothing, and walk out. Got it?" A quick nod. "Good. Now give me the seal and the scroll." Mathieu took a step back. "I'm uh, supposed to hand this to the high priestess directly..." He averted his eyes to the Dragon, whose height was suddenly rather more imposing. Long silence followed. Seer leaned over the Gecko and snarled, "Courier. That is your job. My job is escorting people like you to the captain, who will take it from there." He towered over the Gecko fully now, forcing him to crane his neck awkwardly. "If you would like to make a problem of this, I would be sure to reciprocate." Mathieu nodded, moving to retrieve the items from his coat. Seer snatched his wrist before he could, provoking a gasp from the Gecko, and pushed his hand through to rummage for the parchment. "You would do well to remember your place in this mountain, courier." He smirked and padded along Mathieu's chest for his prize; the Gecko attempted to look as stoic as he could, but the Dragon's claws were very distracting. Their warmth was exhilarating after the torrent of elements outside, and he found himself shifting to experience it more fully. He looked back to the Dragon, who had still not found his items despite their size, seemingly distracted himself; he moved his paw down and rubbed Mathieu's stomach through his clothing, slower and more deliberate than his earlier frisking. With a blink and a shake though he had returned to his patting and had soon retrieved what he was looking for. "...Right, come this way," he beckoned, staring straight ahead and puffing his chest out. "Don't speak unless spoken to."

Seer rapped on the door and it was opened instantly, revealing a brightly lit auditorium of sorts carved into the mountain heart; a multicoloured glass dome was bursting with cloudless sunlight above, sending cascades of reds, purples and oranges across the hall. Below, hundreds of empty hairs sat in descending semi-circles around an elevated lectern some 15ft high, decorated in gold leaf and depicting a tableaux of seeming significance. At the rear sat a throne, or what Mathieu assumed was a throne; again the sculptors had used the mountain as their material, carving the grand chair from the rock itself and adorning it with myriad jewels. Before all that however stood a female Dragon suited in gold-tinged armour, leaning on an equally ornate mace as a rudimentary cane. She was staring squarely at Mathieu. "Who do we have here, Seer?" She raised her mace and prodded the Gecko with it, like a child poking an insect. "A courier from the marshlands, Eia. Sent here with these," Seer handed the seal and tube to the Dragoness who regarded it disinterestedly. "Mereth, is it?" She said, handing them back. Seer nodded. "Alright, I'll go get her. You and... that... go wait down the bottom." Spinning on her claws and marching off, Mathieu noticed the horribly effective looking blade encasing the tip of the Dragoness' tail, as well as the claws of her wings; his wonderment turned ever more to claustrophobia with each new experience in this place, and despite himself he began to regret his inquisitiveness regarding these mysterious Dragon folk. A strong factor in this was Seer's hand, which had found a resting place on his shoulder and hung there like a grim spider.

"Let's go." He walked Mathieu down the spaced steps, until they were stood by the lowest of the seats. Shuffling along, the Dragon pressured Mathieu into a chair and patted him, sitting down next to the Gecko and stretching out. Time passed, their surroundings noiseless save for Seer's steady breathing and the occasional creak of furniture. One very agreeable thing about Dragon culture, as Mathieu was now noticing, was the trouble they went to in creating heated surfaces and flooring for themselves; planting both his pads on the floor he was amazed at how effective their system was, and before long was unclasping his many coats and layers to better appreciate the warmth on his skin. Splaying out happily, he rested for some time before any movement was heard. Even then, it only turned out to be Seer, who twisted his head away from the Gecko so quickly you'd think he'd snapped it. He winced and raised a hand to it, a picture of nonchalance. "You haven't associated with us before, have you?" Seer spoke suddenly, nearly knocking Mathieu from his chair in surprise. "Er...No, actually. I live at the foot of the mountain but your kin hardly seem to trade anymore." Seer nodded slowly. "Yes, I seem to remember your kind offending Mereth- uh, the high priestess, somewhat." He sighed and turned to Mathieu again, "Used to be I'd talk to a lot of your kind; most of us aren't the social types, but I always had a liking for different cultures myself." The Gecko nodded and observed Seer properly, now that the conditions were favourable. He was a muscular Dragon, even for his species; youth was beginning to fade prematurely from his features though, aided in part by several gashes across his muzzle burning pink through the steel gray scales. His horns were curved slightly downward and around them were stripes of coloured twine and leather, each band corresponding to the colours of his armour, stained leather and iron. His tail and wings were both bare, as were his arms for the most part. In the coloured light filtering down his scales glinted violet, wings stained orange. He also had rather distinctive eyes, for a Dragon; entirely silver, they seemed to form an eclipse as he stared. It was at this point Mathieu realised Seer was in fact staring at him, looking puzzled. "...Yes?" the Dragon managed after a while; Mathieu looked at his paws quickly and attempted to hide his blush. "So you, uh, came to the foot of the mountain a lot?" Seer stared a bit longer, eventually nodding and continuing.

"Yeah, back when I was first on the gate they let me accompany the traders down past the clouds; no one really cared for a teenager at the time so I was pretty much let loose." He tilted his head to the past and smiled, memories flitting by unseen. "I suppose a lot if it has changed now; we're talking fifteen years, at least." Mathieu shook his head, leaning forward "Not really, no; the trading post is collapsing but its been doing that for years now; a few new faces about, that sort of thing. I was only ten at the time though, so I couldn't comment." Seer smiled and nodded, and the two fell silent once more. Mathieu swore he caught the briefest whisper of a name under the Dragon's breath, hidden behind a smile as he crossed a leg over the other and settled further into his chair. Brittle noise broke the solitude of the hall as the doorway the Dragoness disappeared through earlier opened once more, prompting Seer to jump to his feet and drag the Gecko with him, hoisting him to attention. Seer saluted and stood rigid, Mathieu following suit to be on the safe side. Approaching was the captain from earlier and a rather more elegant looking Dragoness, draped in silks and necklaces of every length and description. The room became an echo chamber for the rattling of her jewellery, cacophonous vibration increasing with every step as she glided toward them accompanied by the brutish captain, until she stood facing Seer. "Ma'am," Seer nodded and stood still, a regal wave of her hand relaxing him. "Thank you Seer. What brings you up here?" Seer tilted his head toward the Gecko, "This'un. He's a courier from the base of the mountain, has these for you," He held the cylinder and seal out, to which the high priestess sneered in disgust.

"Those water-dwelling ingrates? You know my feelings on such matters, Gatekeeper." The last word was almost spat, Seer dropping his eyes and bowing. "I am very sorry to be troubling you Ma'am, but it is my duty to inform you-" "Yes, yes, yes," She waved him into silence, turning to face the Gecko with saccharine teeth bared. "And who might you be, pond-ling?" He looked to Seer, who nodded. "M-Mathieu, your...grace..." The priestess shrieked with glee, clapping her hands together. "They are good, aren't they? Look at that tail of his!" She skittered round behind Mathieu, who attempted to turn before both Seer and the captain clapped him to the spot. He felt the priestess lift it up and drop it with a thud, snickering as she did so. "Charming appendage," She crooned to him. "I do so love your colouring too; does appearing as a piece of foliage come in handy down there?" Mathieu began to answer but was hushed with a wave of her hand. "I'm not really that interested, my dear. Now, let us see what your elders have to say for themselves..." She popped open the cylinder with ease and fumbled to extract the parchment. Unable to work it, she threw the seal to the floor and carried on; bile rose in Mathieu's gullet, but he stayed his tongue.

The priestess was reading distractedly to herself, evidently bored of the entire scenario, and when she had finished crumpled the paper and threw it at Mathieu. It bounced neatly off his head, and into the captain's hand. "Ma'am?" She asked. "Oh nothing really; resurrection of trade, sincerest apologies, stagnating without the mighty dragons, et cetera." The captain nodded, pocketing the ball. "So what should be done about this one?" Asked the captain, now staring at a very uncomfortable Gecko. "Oh, dispose of him would you Eia? Throw him from the cliff tomorrow at daybreak, see if you can't hit one of their little dwellings with him." With that the priestess smiled at Mathieu, winked, and began her glide back to the doorway. "Lovely seeing you again Seer!" She called back, waving vaguely in his direction. "Yeah..." He stared after her with an expression Mathieu couldn't read for the life of him. The captain, who was still staring at the Gecko with a renewed expression of happiness, turned to Seer. "Put him down in the western hold for now; less distance to walk when we throw him," She smiled and patted Mathieu on the head, sending stars rocketing about. "Tough luck little fella," she said jovially, "Better luck next lifetime eh?" With that she turned and followed her master. Mathieu's jaw had seldom been so low; his eyes stared unfocused and his ears unhearing as Seer led him by the neck back through the stone corridors, twisting and meandering in untraceable directions, each step closer to the cliff-face.

Seer said nothing as the journey continued, hand clamped firmly around the Gecko's spine as he pushed him through the murk. His face was an edifice of contempt, eyes staring straight ahead, seldom blinking. Eventually they had reached the cell; a rough-hewn hole in the side of an identically drab corridor, marked only by the faint breeze trailing down the hallway. It was anything but pleasant to Mathieu's nostrils now. There was a cot piled with old straw, and a depression in the ground with a wooden bucket next to it; the place stank of stale soap and despair. Seer let him go and pushed him inside, where he tripped on his own feet and collapsed in a heap on the ground, expressionless. "Look, Mathieu, I..." The Gecko's stare halted him. They lingered there a while, eyes fixed on one another, neither really knowing what they were looking for at that point. With a sigh, Seer shook his head and retreated back through the door. Placing the bar across the doorway, the Dragon sank to the wall and cupped his head in his hands, confused fug settling over him. It was only when he heard soft, sad noises from the other side of the door that he jogged from the cell, jaw set once more to his fellows as he passed through the caves.

It was a chill evening in the heart of the mountain, despite the heat of the day. Mathieu had huddled himself as close to the torchlight as he could and sat staring at the door, jerking violently whenever a noise echoed through the hallway. His eyes were bloodshot, but sleep refused to greet him; muscles tensed, every nerve a live-wire, even his thoughts rocketing through him like bolts of lightning. So this was to be it? Shadows danced across the walls and filled his mind with horror, images of clouds whipping past his senses like the howl of a tornado; he dared not close his eyes for what else he might see emerging from his psyche. Before long though his mind was drooping, and for lack of any other stimulus the Gecko sank into turbulent, restless dozing. He was unsure how much time had passed when he was awoken next; every attribute of the room was identical, save for the miniscule shifting noises issuing from the door. He froze, heart in his throat; they had come for him. It was over. His lungs began working at double capacity and in seconds he had decided on his course of action. Springing to his feet he crossed to the doorway silently, hugging the wall and waiting for the execution party to enter in search of him. He balled his fists and waited; if nothing else, he would die in this room giving these bastards a piece of his heritage. The door swung open, clawed hand visible in the gloom pushing it, and as soon as the figure had entered fully Mathieu sprang into action; swinging out with as much power as he could muster the Gecko cracked his interloper on the jaw and began hammering at its' neck as fast as he could, connecting a few times and forcing the figure to stagger backward. A guttural growl issued from the figure and it struck back, knocking the Gecko to the floor in one back-hand and landing with his huge hands wrapped around Mathieu's throat.

"Stop. Struggling." It said; his vision was blurred, but he had come to recognise Seer's voice in this hellish matinee. It did little to calm him. Kicking hard as he could with his feet Mathieu attempted to launch the Dragon from him, doorway tantalisingly ajar, but the pressure on his neck was becoming unbearable; the last nail hammered into place when he saw Seer's curled fist hanging above him, threatening a surely lethal blow. The two remained silent, grim tableaux flickering in the torchlight, until Seer spluttered and loosened his grip marginally. "You've got a mean hook, for a Gecko," He coughed; his free hand massaged his throat gently, smile flickering as he looked down at the helpless Mathieu. "I've come here to help," He managed after a pause. "Would you like to get out of here?" Mathieu had begun nodding vigorously before the sentence was fully out, and would have shouted his approval were his windpipe not still impaired. The Dragon smirked and sat up further. "So I can let you go, right?" Another nod. Slowly, Seer unwound his hand from the Gecko's neck, who flopped to his side and began coughing hoarsely. The Dragon knelt atop him, staring down and smiling. He shook himself and rose, poking his head into the hallway before snipping the door shut and turning back to Mathieu. "I will do my best to get you out of here, ok? I don't necessarily agree with the high priestess and her whims, now especially," He looked behind him instinctively, "But I expect something in return." The Dragon practically filled the archway as he uttered the words, striding slowly over to the Gecko and meeting eyes with the spluttering creature. There was a moment of comprehension between the two, before Mathieu scrabbled away from Seer as best he could in the dirt. Seer sighed and knelt next to the panicked Gecko, placing a hand on his back and pressing him to the floor. "You are aware of the alternative, aren't you?" This made him freeze. All that could be heard in the room was their breathing, refracted from the walls and pounding in Mathieu's ears.

Seer did not wait for a reply; with the Gecko held in his claws he used a free hand to pull Mathieu's trousers down, past his knees and finally off. He began to protest vocally but the Dragon hushed him with renewed pressure on his spine. "Quiet! If anyone hears you, we are both fucked." He leant down as close to Mathieu's head as he could and growled "Got it?" though it was barely a question. Pivoting across Mathieu he positioned himself behind the Gecko, still struggling despite his warnings; only vague grunts issued from him though, so he supposed that was something. Mathieu's legs shifted, snapping shut in defiance, and his leaf-like tail pressed down against his rump protectively; the breeze created by both only enthralled Seer further though, unbuttoning his own trousers and manoeuvring them over his near fully-erect cock. Mathieu heard this and squeaked fearfully, redoubling his efforts to get away from the Dragon. This was hard to achieve with his thighs pressed together though, and slowly it dawned on him that this was indeed an impossible situation. Seer's hand wrapped around his tail, pulling it upward and revealing himself fully; though his legs were kept pressed together, the Dragon immediately noted what he had been suspecting and hoping since they had met. He slid his hand from the tail and traced the outline of Mathieu's snatch with his capped claws, the Gecko's body shuddering and a conflicted sigh escaping his muzzle. "I was wondering if I would get the chance to try this out..." Seer chuckled, sliding his index finger slowly down Mathieu's crease and massaging his asshole with his thumb, provoking more twitching from the Gecko and a gasp as he reached his button. "Heh... now surely this is worth it?" He purred, leaning in to observe Mathieu as he winced in pleasure.

Mathieu had to clap a hand to his mouth as he felt Seer's huge digit probe his pussy, head swimming from the attention and panting already; despite himself he was finding it very difficult to resist the Dragon, whose finger was already sliding its way deeper into him. He gripped at the dirt with his free hand, willing himself not to cry out. He felt a sharp pain at this forced entry, unused to such a large object being pushed up there, and nearly broke into tears at the thought of what was coming next; as Seer slowly massaged his asshole and inner walls however the fear began to melt away in a cloud of ecstasy. The Dragon observed his partner with awe; for such a small creature, he certainly was taut; his thighs curved luxuriously into his pert ass, tail accentuating it further as it twitched distractedly; he slid his finger further into him and sighed. "Take your shirt off." He commanded; Mathieu attempted to pull the shirt from his back, only making himself shudder again as his movements shifted Seer's digit. The Dragon chuckled at this and pulled Mathieu up to all fours, making sure not to over-excite him in the process. From there the Gecko rose up and took his shirt off, revealing the equally shapely torso Seer had noticed earlier; wrapping an arm around him the Dragon hilted himself inside the Gecko, a wavering moan escaping him as he reached behind him to caress the Dragon. Mathieu had lost much of the ability to speak after the last push, dazed in a fog of pleasure, vaguely focusing on Seer's words; "I think you're stretched enough, courier." This brought back some feeling in the Gecko, and he tensed himself as the Dragon pulled himself roughly out of his snatch, juices coating his finger.

Mathieu splayed his legs further, hoping some difference would be made, before being pushed down to rest on his hands once more. His pussy was slick and hot now, clouding Seer's mind with its' inviting nature; he was fully erect now, pointed squarely at his destination, and gently nudged it with his tip. Mathieu gasped and shuddered in expectation, hands balling nervously and head bent low. "Are you ready?" The Dragon crooned; Mathieu nodded quickly, eyes tight shut. "Courier," Seer spoke in singsong, "Are you ready for me?" "...Yes, sir." came the breathy reply. Seer grinned broadly, placing a hand on either hip, and began to push himself into the Gecko. Mathieu cried out before he could silence himself, echoes bouncing from the walls as the two froze in their act; Seer growled deeply and the Gecko clapped a hand to his muzzle. Once he was certain no-one was approaching, the Dragon began again to push himself into Mathieu; he was the tightest snatch Seer had ever experienced, more akin to the other hole than what he was used to with the village women. He grunted and paused once his tip had entered, Mathieu evidently struggling to keep his pleasure to himself. "Damn..." Seer murmured, "even better than I'd thought..." sliding further into the Gecko until he was over halfway in, Mathieu's arm gave way and his top half collapsed to the floor, rump in the air and free hand scraping at the earth below him. "I noticed you noticing me earlier," Seer said, with a last wince and a gritting of teeth he had entered near fully, his balls nudging Mathieu's thighs as he stopped. All that could be heard was Seer's heavy breathing, followed by a wet schlick as he began pulling out of the Gecko; Mathieu moaned inwardly, lost in the fullness of feeling, eyes half open; Seer grinned and began thrusting slowly in and out of Mathieu, his regular moans and groans soon joined by the rhythmic grunting of the Dragon as he picked up speed and began to lose himself in his rhythm.

The Gecko, eyes drooping, tensed suddenly and gasped as he came, pleasure wracking him and shooting bliss through his nerves; Seer felt his shaft pressed against even tighter than he thought possible, and groaned before he could stop himself; his eyes fluttering and his load near bursting point. He forced himself to settle and began the rhythm again, provoking more and more sensuous noises from the Gecko. Before long though his speed and Mathieu's tightness were getting the better of him; he felt his spine tingle and increased his speed, slapping into Mathieu with renewed vigour, his sac colliding with the Gecko's thighs in every thrust. Both were shouting now, uncaring and lost in haze, until with one final hilting thrust Seer erupted into Mathieu; he gritted his teeth and let out a long shuddering sigh as he coated Mathieu's inside with his seed, bucking into him and forcing Mathieu into another climax himself. He let out a long, drawn out moan and collapsed, contracting and pulling more cum from the Dragon's cock into him, milking him to the point of exhaustion on both ends. With one final spurt, the two collapsed side by side and lay silently.

It was some time before the two rose again, Seer pulling himself from Mathieu with a satisfying pop and cleaning himself up, pulling his armour back over him and staggering to a weak-kneed stand. Mathieu was dazedly attempting to locate his trousers, which Seer kicked to him with a smile. "See? It wasn't so bad." Mathieu shook his head as he dressed fully, rising to a half stand and smiling back at the Dragon. "I suppose you're right, Seer." He crossed the room and hugged the Dragon tightly, eyes closed to the world. "Please, let us get out of here." Seer nodded and they made their way from the cell. The two hotfooted their way toward the distant breeze, hallways silent save for their muted padding as they worked their way through the labyrinthine corridors. Eventually the smell of night are became evident to Mathieu, and his heart quickened more than the exertion had already managed; moonlight bathed the corridor they sped down until- yes! Before them lay a wooden gantry of similar construction to the one encountered earlier, lifeless in the low moonlight. Mathieu suspected it was around 3-4, judging the skies. They ran to the edge, stopping at a wooden railing and craning their necks over the side to the endless clouds below. "Are you ready?" Seer asked; they both blushed. Mathieu smiled up into the Dragon's eyes and nodded an enthralled nod. "Always." He beamed. With that, Seer plucked the Gecko from his feet and wrapped him in his arms, spreading his wings and plummeting into the ocean of night spread before them. He never did get his torch back.