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TwoKinds: Dragon

Trace breathed in the fresh air. The human was happy to finally be off of Eric's ship, and back on solid land again. They had been traveling for months now, and the former Grand Templar was ecstatic about the prospect of finding a new place for Flora and himself to call home. He stared down to the black leather glove that was hiding his blackened hand, thinking about the dark magic he'd been using. With a soft sigh his gaze shifted focus onto the never ending field of trees around him.

His thoughts were carried far away in the light gentle breeze that blew through his soft locks of beautiful sky blue hair. His garments flowing freely in rhythm with the wind. The human having chosen to dress himself in a simple black long sleeved shirt which was draped loosely over his upper half, and a pair of plain tan pants that one might expect of a commoner. Trace was unsure if he'd ever cared much for his appearance, but ever since his memories had been lost to him it seemed of little consequence.

"Trace, about our arrangement?" came the ever calm and collected voice of the slave trader Eric. He seemed interested in collecting his end of the bargain they had made. Gold in exchange for the freedom of two of his slaves. A young fox named Mike and brown dog named Evals. The two had helped Flora instead of running before and Flora had begged Trace to help them to return the favor.

Eric, like Trace, was a human. The male standing around average high, with long golden locks of hair that he kept pulled back though his bangs still fell gently over the rims of his glasses. His eyes a dull green and his clothes made up of fine material though it was hard to tell given the brown cloak that he kept draped over his own figure. Perhaps to hide his wealth from those who might wish to take from him.

"Yeah, we just need to head up this way through the forest. It shouldn't been too long. Maybe a days journey if we don't stop and set up camp tonight. That is if you don't mind?" Trace answered.

"No, it's no problem. It might do these legs some good to get a stretch after a long boat ride" Eric replied.

"Good we'll head out as soon as I'm sure everyone else is set up here" Trace added.

"Great! Once that matter is settled Mike and Evals are yours to do with whatever you wish." he offered in reply. Just as they had begun their talks Trace and Eric's attention both turned from the conversation and up towards the tigress stepping off the ship. She looked stunning in the light of a new day. Her gorgeous brown hair falling loosely over her shoulders and down her back. The girl's delicate soft orange fur with those cute little black stripes along her ears, cheek, and tail. Neither of the two humans could avoid gawking over her figure.

Trace found his focus shifting tenderly though towards the small bump in her belly. He had found out during their ship ride that Flora was pregnant and the human was shocked to find himself as the father. He had been under the impression their two kinds couldn't breed together, but it had seemed that this was untrue since his girlfriend was very much pregnant. He felt himself growing nervous, but tried to ignore it for the time being.

"Hey Flora" he called out to the tigress. She turned and offered him a warm inviting smile, "Tell Keith and the others to set up camp here. I'm going to take Eric to my old home so we can get the money for the slaves." he added. She seemed to frown a bit at the suggestions.

"Aw! but Trace we wanna come with you and see your home?" she complained, offering an adorable little pout of distaste. The feline uninterested in spending anytime away from the human she'd come to love with all of her heart. Just thinking of it made her feel sick, or maybe that had more to do with her being pregnant. The tigress couldn't really be sure.

"I know, I know." he muttered, "It should be a pretty simple in and out thing though Flora. I don't want to make everyone go miles out of the way just to pick up some of my stuff. Also," he looked to her, "I don't think it's healthy to make a pregnant girl walk more than she has to" he added. The words making Flora blush a bit.

"It's down right ungentlemanly." Eric interjected.

Normally she'd have insisted that they all go anyways, especially given the horrid track record their little band had with villages. Ultimately she decided to just give in and let Trace have his way. For some reason though the tigress felt uneasy still about him leaving, "Alright Trace" she mumbled in defeat, "J..just be careful alright?" she pleaded with him, behind an adorable pair of pouty eyes.

Trace moved gently over to Flora. He wrapped his arms around her, and she gently relaxed into his chest, breathing in his scent as it helped calm her worries, "It's okay Flora, I'll be fine. I promise. We should be back in a few days, and then we can start heading to our new home." he assured her as she held tightly to him.

"Okay, I believe you Trace" she spoke sweetly offering a satisfied purr as she nuzzled gently under his chin.

Trace made sure to hang around for a little while. He wanted to help everyone set up camp. He offered a hand setting up the tents, and went out with Keith to gather up as much firewood as he could to tide them over for the next few days. Natani was busy setting up a few traps around camp in case anyone tried to attack while they were there. Once everything was done and ready to go Trace waved goodbye to his friends and prepared to head to the village. He knew with Kieth and Natani around everyone would be just fine. He'd come to trust them a lot on his journey.

The journey with Eric through the wilderness took a great deal of time. They had to trek alone through miles of harsh forest terrain. The ground was thick with mud which clung to their shoes, and made the walk even more difficult. They spent the better part of a full day walking through a field of trees that all looked much the same, twisted around one another blocking out most of the sun's light. The former Templar didn't seem to mind much as his shoes packed with dirt and mud, or even as thorns and various forms of plant life tore and ripped away at his clothes. No, nothing was ever going to stop the determined human from reaching his destination.

They were soon pushing through the forest and out into a clearing. The human spotted a village peacefully located not too far off in the distance. His blue eyes lighting up at the sight, knowing he was almost to his destination.

"There it is Eric." Trace offered in glorious triumph.

"Ah, good. Now we simply need to get my payment and we can be on our way back to camp. Of course I'm sure Mike and Evals will be ecstatic once you've given them their freedom" the slaver replied. With that the two of them were making the final stretch of the long walk to the village. Neither looking forward to the return trip.

As Trace let his gaze wander over the village he saw humans coming and going. The settlement was a human one. The only Keidran Trace even noticed at all were bound in shackles and being used for various labor tasks around the town. The overall image seemed to be a peaceful one. Children playing in small groups together, people chatting here and there, and he could even hear some drunk slurs being shouted from the tavern in the middle of the village. It seemed just like any other village around.

Trace was carefully searching through the rows of homes for something when finally he spotted it. A landmark that had been listed in his journal which made him smile as he knew how to find his former home now, "This way" he offered to Eric. Before long the duo found themselves making their way through the village. Somewhere along the edge of the village they'd find themselves face to face with a large and grand home that may very well have rivaled even Eric's own estate.

"This is the place." Trace spoke, glancing down at the papers taken from his old journal to double check. The house was rather exquisite. It stood tall, at least a few stories higher than any of the other homes in the village. The house painted a beautiful pearl color. The framing of his estate was lined in the finest of materials. Even Eric couldn't help but to appreciate such an wondrous place of residence.

"Good we've found it. Now we just need..." the slaver had begun to speak when a voice from behind them rudely interjected.

"Welcome home Trace Legacy" came the mysterious voice. The tone was cold and apathetic. Trace turned quickly to face whomever had spoken up only to quickly find himself being hurled up against one of the walls of his own estate. He struggled to try and force himself into motion, but the magic binding him to the building was too powerful. The magic caster had succeeded in trapping Trace against the walls of his former home.

Trace turned his gaze towards the source of the voice and the magic binding him. He spotted a human male with long gray hair which fell so gracefully below his shoulders. The male was a little taller than Trace, and seemed rather lithe. What caught the former Grand Templar's eye the most though was the fact that this strange newcomer seemed to be missing half his face. The left side having been replaced by some sort of mechanical technology. Trace was sure he didn't want to know what had happened to the male to make him look that way. The sight of his attacker was offsetting to the human who hadn't expected nearly as much.

"Who are you?" Trace questioned.

"Who am I? Well that's a strange question to ask. Do you not recognize me Grand Templar. You are after all the one who positioned me as Grand Mage." he offered as a rather vague answer, "Though the question you really should be asking yourself is 'What can you do for me?'" he added.

"And why would I do anything for you?" the sky blue haired human questioned in sheer defiance of the Grand Mage's will.

"Well now that is a good question, Trace. Why would you help me?" the Templar repeated back to him faking a moment's pondering, "I can think of many reasons why. The first being that your friends may very well require your obedience if you wish for them to survive beyond the night. The second being that you are completely powerless to stop me, if you hadn't noticed. The third being that I plan to simply rip apart your mind until the only thought left in that little head of yours is a desire to serve my every wish. Honestly, any of the three will satisfy my needs just fun. Though I must admit the third one is the most appealing by far, at least to me anyways." the Grand Mage answered in a taunting manner.

"Keith and Natani can handle anything you throw their way, and I'm not afraid of you." Trace spoke out against his strange new foe. The human seemed confident in his friends.

"Oh that's right you are traveling with a Bastian and a Keidran assassin. I'm sure under normal circumstances they may have done just fine against my men. With a pregnant tiger in their folds, however, it may prove to be too much of a challenge for the two insects to handle on their own. Still, that will very soon be of little consequence to you Trace. I intend to break you Grand Templar. First, I'll bring back all your memories, every painful thing you've ever done to anyone. Then when you're complete again I'll rip them all away from you once more, and replace them with thoughts of serving the Templar and more specifically serving me. When I am finished with you Trace, you will call me Master and you will grovel before my feet like a common slave." he spoke with a cold certainty about his voice.

"You're insane! There's no way that you will ever make me do anything! I'm not some slave, I'm a human!" Trace called out in heavy protest.

The Grand Mage of the Templars seemed to grow irritated at the word 'insane' his face suddenly twisting into a look of complete disgust. He stepped forward and planted his fist firmly into Trace's gut causing the human to gasp aloud as the air in his lungs abandoned his body, "Quiet your tongue boy! There is nothing insane about me foolish child. Insane lacks all sense of purpose, insane lacks all sense, insane lacks a clear understanding of the world around you. I am no such thing. I have very simple goals in fact. I have watched these Templar fools try and fail over and over again to capture you. I have watched our grand towers fall at the hands of their incompetence. I've had my fill of failed plans and all these damned fools. I am here because I intend to not only show these foolish Templars how a plan is best enacted, but I'm also here to show them that it is my right to hold the title of Grand Templar. Don't mistake me for a madman, those who have done so before you suffered greatly for it. Underestimating me or my sanity will very much wind up getting you killed Trace Legacy." he spoke in a dark anger filled tone of voice. Suddenly he placed both his hands against Trace's temples, "Enough of that though pet, the first thing that needs done is finding that dragon of yours, and I believe you will show me the way."

"What are you talking about? I don't know of any dragons? You must have me confused with someone else" Trace muttered, hoping to convince his strange new adversary of such. He could tell though that the Grand Mage of the Templars was not buying his charade.

"We know about Lady Nora, Trace. There is no point in trying to deceive me. You, we also know that she came to see when the tower that the Bastian's were building was destroyed." as he spoke of the long since decimated tower he seemed to feel his frustration growing as his fists clenched tightly, "That explosion would surely have drained anything in its path of all magical energy, including your scaled friend. We are under the impression that the dragon is hiding itself somewhere among the Bastian people and it must surely be weak. So the Templar intends to find the beast while it is vulnerable and slay it now before it can cause us any problems in the future. At least that is the will of Euchre, who knows what the other fools in the Templar are thinking. They all have such one-tracked minds."

"Y..you can't." he muttered

"Oh, but I can and you will lead the way for me to do so. You have no say in this matter, it has already been decided pet."

"N..No!" he screamed aloud, as a strange heavy pulse of magical energy began to flow into his skull, nearly splitting his mind apart. Trace was completely staggered by the sudden infiltration of his thoughts. The Grand Mage so effortlessly sifting around his memories. His thoughts of love for Flora, his thoughts of their child, his thoughts about his past, and his thoughts about...Nora. With a satisfied smirk the Templar released his grip of Trace's head for a moment.

"So a small cave atop a mountain, huh?" he mused, "I suppose that's one way for a dragon to keep itself hidden. Thank you Trace, you've shown us a path around the mountains. Very good boy, you've served your new Master well." he spoke in a demeaning tone before speaking aloud seemingly to himself at first, "I've got the location of the dragon. Have our men stationed in the Bastian's territory follow the coordinates I'm sending to you now." he spoke. Trace wasn't sure what was happening, but he could feel the flow of magic as the Templar spoke. His best guess was some sort of communication magic.

"D..don't hurt Nora" Trace muttered in a desperate plea to the Templar.

"That is out of my hands pet. The dragon has been classified as a threat by the Templars. They wish to see it destroyed before it can interfere in our plans. It think it's just and excuse to let them fashion some new dragon scale armor and boots personally. It's a pity, I would very much have liked to invade the mind of a dragon myself. I could use a new mount, and what could be better than a dragon?" he spoke aloud mostly to himself though.

"You won't get away with this!" Trace shouted in frustration and building rage.

"These is not a soul left who can stop us now. You see your friends are most likely dead or enslaved by this point, your precious dragon is hibernating, and you Trace are completely under the influence of my magic and at my mercy. I know that the tower has left you drained as well. You could use that dark magic of yours I suppose, but the price would be too steep for someone like what you've become. You'd lose yourself once more to the madness, and as a result Flora and all her kind would face their demise at your own hands. I'm guessing that you no longer wish to do these things. Am I wrong Grand Templar?" he asked in a mocking tone, knowing full well that he was right.

"N..no" he muttered in a sigh of defeat, the human's eyes averting his gaze towards the dirt beneath him.

"Good." He spoke before he turned his attention to Eric who'd been standing by in silence, "Slaver, you've served your end of the bargain well, and aided the cause of the Templar. Go and take whatever you can carry from his home. Consider it your payment for the services you've offered to us on this day. Be warned though if we ever catch word again of you trying to free Keidran there will most certainly be consequences for you. Do you understand?" he warned. His words causing Eric to become suddenly tense as he found himself completely terrified of the imposing figure of the Master Mage of the Templars.

Trace was left in complete shock at what was happening. He knew that Eric was a pervert, he knew that Eric was obsessed with seeing Flora naked, he even knew that Eric could be a coward at times. Betrayal though, it baffled the fragile mind of the former Grand Templar, but sure enough he watched with widened eyes as the blonde haired slaver disappeared into his home. Moments later he'd return with a handful of gold coins and jewels, "Thank you kindly Grand Mage. Don't worry about the slaves. I had never intended to set any of them free. I merely agreed to bring Trace here for capture" he assured the Templar.

"It will still be some time now before my men find the dragon's location atop the mountain, but be assured they will find it. Until that point I suppose you should learn to get better acquainted to your new role among the Templar's. It might be a fitting way for the two of us to pass the time until I can offer you a front row seat to the beheading of a dragon. I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss that." the Templar taunted.

"Role among the Templar's?" he questioned. Somehow even the way that the Grand Mage spoke the words was causing Trace's stomach to twist in disgust. He had the strangest feeling that he wouldn't enjoy whatever came next. Especially when he noticed the way that the Grand Mage's eye settled over his form.

"Of course Trace Legacy. From this day forward you are to be our pet. You have shared a bed willingly with and made a mate of a Kiedran. By your own laws and standards we are now to consider you a Kiedran yourself. This makes you a prime subject for the role of slave in the Templar. I, of course, will be the one who you will be learning to call Master, and when we've gained control over you, you will make a fitting weapon for the destruction of the Kiedran people as well as the Bastians. At long last this century old struggle will be soon coming to it's long awaited end." he proclaimed triumphantly both to himself and Trace.

"I..I would never help you, and I'm not a pet!" he stubbornly replied. Once again struggling in vain to pull himself free of the magic binding him.

"Oh but you are, even if you aren't yet fully aware of it yourself Trace." the Grand Mage spoke in a cold tone to him. Again he approached the human and gently placed his hands against the boy's cheeks, stroking gently along them. Trace felt rather uneasy as the male touched him in such an oddly tender manner, "The first step is to humiliate you though. It makes breaking the mind so much easier when the will can be shattered and stripped away completely first." he confessed in a smug manner.

Trace could feel magic pulsing heavily through his body. As the Templar touched against his cheeks a heat began to spread through his entire body. He wasn't fully sure what was happening to him, but his body was beginning to feel hot. He struggled to keep a clear grip on himself, but his thoughts were quickly starting to become clouded as he found his gaze lingered over the form of the male before him. Trace completely unable to resist suddenly seeing the Grand Mage under a much different light. The human even found his foe strangely attractive, and more than that Trace felt a growing need for the male.

"Oh I can see it in your eyes already Trace. We've only just begun and it's got its grip on your mind. Do you recognize this feeling? You should be quite familiar with it as you deal with it constantly. Usually it's your Keidran whore who is expressing it though." he chuckled at the thought, "I've induced a state of estrus in you Trace. Do you feel it? That growing need for sex, that growing need for pleasure, it will begin to consume your thoughts soon enough. Unfortunately for you the man you must surely despise above all others is the only person around. It won't be long before you submit to that desire growing within you that I've allowed to be there." he taunted gauging Traces reaction wondering if he should yet release him, or if it would be best to wait a moment longer. In either case he found amusement in watching the human panting heavily as he squirmed against the magic restraining his body in place. The Master Mage seemed content with his work, and more than eager to abuse the human he'd captured.

Trace's thoughts were quickly starting to run away from him. His soft blue eyes lingering over the presence of the male standing so high and mighty before him. His thoughts finding the power attractive, he had never ever considered a male before. He had thought he never would, but seeing someone standing so high over him, his body felt a growing ache for release. His thoughts hazing into a mindless state of sheer lust. The human gazing down now towards the males' crotch, letting his eyes linger over the thoughts of what must be hidden beneath his clothes. Sweat starting to drip from his face as his panting was growing heavier with every second the urge inside of him was allowed to build up inside.

"I see it's already messing with that fragile little mind of yours Trace." the Grand Mage spoke, his voice carrying a twisted sense of delight about it. "Good. I think I can release you now. Then of course you can do your proper job of tending to me. I know you won't complain." he added with a smirk. With those words the magic that had long since been binding Trace to the walls of his former home were dispelled and the human fell down to the ground with a bit of a thud.

Trace stared up longingly towards the male. The heat was in full effect now and his thoughts were racing around in his mind. He didn't waste any time. The human pulled himself up onto his knees looking up to the Grand Mage with lustful eyes. Trace reached up and gripped the male's hips tugging away at the fabrics which had been keeping the male's lower half decent and restrained from prying eyes. The Templar just smirked down to him and brought a hand down to gently stroke through the human's soft sky blue hair as if to praise the boy's eager actions.

Eric was simply watching at this point. His eyes raised with a curious look. Of all the things he'd imagine the Templar doing to the human, this was the last of them. Still, seeing Trace this way was a rather encouraging sight to the slaver. He found himself wondering what the odds were that he could get in on the action.

"Good boy." The Grand mage praised of Trace as his garments were being so greedily stripped away from him. The Templars proud thick cock standing tall and fully on display before the former Grand Templar's eyes. The blue haired human looked with wide eyes up to the male. He felt a need and his body was acting against his own conscious will to never betray his love for Flora. It was hopeless though, he was powerless to stop himself. He leaned up and his tongue slowly dragged along the male's thickness, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from the Templar's lips.

"Eager little bitch, aren't ya? Almost as eager as I imagine that Keidran slut of yours to be." he complimented of Trace in a demeaning fashion.

The Templar's words had fallen on deaf ears. Trace was completely consumed in the heat that the Grand Mage had induced in him. His tongue exploring and trailing slowly along every inch of the male's length, coating the male's thickness in the boy's saliva as he sloppily served him. He could taste the male on his tongue. His body shivering as his tongue was allowed to continue its exploration of the Grand Mage's malehood. It was an intoxicating experience for the human who continued to let his tongue swirl around and play with the male's thick meat. Before long Trace would be greeted with the salty taste of the male's pre as his tongue dragged along the head of the Grand Mage's cock, eliciting a soft sound of pleasure from the Templar.

Unable to so much as think of containing himself any longer Trace parted his eager supple lips and wrapped them needingly around the head of the male's shaft. He began to make lewd noises as he slurped on the Grand Mage's cock. The sounds seeming to draw both a moan and a smirk from the Templar as he continued to pat the human's head treating him much like a common animal. Trace seemed not to mind as his lips began to playfully glide up and down the male's thick size, his tongue dragging along and rubbing along the male's meat as his lips continued to work the Grand Mage in a gentle rhythm.

By this point Eric had grown rather excited himself. Without much thought he stepped forward and looked down to Trace. A glance up towards the Templar, the two expressing an unspoken agreement about what was to come next. Without much thought Eric looked down to Trace with a playful look, "Come now Trace, can't you spare a bit of that enthusiastic attitude for a dear friend? It'd be a shame to let that lip service of yours go completely to waste." he spoke.

Trace didn't need to be asked twice. With the heat consuming his thoughts he pulled his lips away from the Grand Mage a brief moment and turned his gaze towards the Blonde human. Eagerly he pulled away at the slaver's own threads until the human's thick meat was also hard and on display for him. Without much of a word he took to wrapping his lips Eric's shaft sucking lewdly on his meat. His mind unable to escape wondering if perhaps there was a reason Flora had enjoyed doing this for him so much. As he worked on the human slaver's length his soft hand had trailed up near thoughtlessly towards the Grand Mage's still stiff shaft and began to stroke tenderly up and down it. He could hear the dual moans being offered by the two of them, which only excited the human further as the heat kept its grip firm on his thoughts and desires. Once he'd gotten Eric nice and wet the human switched, taking the Grand Templar back into his lips as he stroked along the blonde human's length.

"So good, you're a natural or maybe you've just done this before. I'll have to remember to let you serve me in this way more often my newest little bitch." the male spoke demeaning down to Trace. The human continued slowly glide his head up and down the Templar's meat, his tongue being offered another taste of the salty pre as a reward for his eager and slutty efforts. Trace's mind was completely lost and his own arousal was throbbing against the fabrics of his clothing. He had been completely entranced by the Master Mage's spell and couldn't fight back against his new-found need to service the male above him. Moaning softly into the Templar's cock sending a pulse of vibrations trailing along the length of the Templar's shaft creating a wave of pleasure for the male. The Templar offering another soft sound of pleasure as his hand affectionately stroked through the boy's hair tenderly, seeming to appreciate his pets efforts to please him.

"Ah Trace, this is almost h..how I imagine Flora must be" the blonde slaver muttered to the human below him. He savored the sensations of the light strokes along his cock. It was a gentle sensation that coursed through him, "Her lips I imagine must feel sweet. I'll be sure to find out for myself soon enough. I don't think you'll mind. You seem eager to please your friends" he taunted playfully his hips gently working into a stead rhythm against Trace's palm.

"Just t..think Trace. Right now as you are so eagerly in the midst of sucking off your new master, bringing him pleasure, that dragon is in the process of being hunted down." He spoke, "It's no longer of matter to you now though, is it? You're so much happier here serving me and betraying the dragon along with the rest of your friends. In exchange you've been granted the honor of tasting a real man's cock on that dirty slut tongue of yours. That's all you need, isn't it Trace?" he mumbled out between moans. The Grand Mage seemed to be enjoying belittling the human as much as he could while savoring the fact that he was destined to be victorious against Trace's efforts.

Trace switched again. He brought his lips back around the slaver's thickness. The blonde haired human moaning aloud at the soft sensations of Trace's lip service. It send a pulse of sheer bliss through him. His mind was starting to race as his hips bucked into Trace's lips forcing a few more inches of his meat past the blue haired human's soft lips, "Ah I can't wait to get between Flora's legs" he moaned softly to Trace, "Who knows? Maybe they'll even let you watch." he added for his own personal satisfaction. Trace only moaned in reply to his comments, accepting the pre that was leaking onto his tongue savoring the salty taste finding it was rather inviting to his senses. The human's eyes moving back towards the Grand Mage before once again he switched his attention towards the imposing male whom only moments before he had considered an enemy.

Suddenly the Templar gripped Trace's head, and began to thrust his hips into the human's lips. Trace gagged a bit around the male's length feeling him roughly forcing himself past the blue-haired boy's lips. The male seemed intent on making Trace suffer, or maybe he was just focused on adding to his own please. Trace could only mindlessly moan, gag, and slurp on the male's thickness as the Templar used the boy's lips for his own satisfaction.

Before long the Templar was pounding furiously into Trace's lips, his heavy balls smacking against the boy's chin with every thrust. Trace's lips wrapped firmly around the thickness pushing past his lips as he was forced to take all of the male into his mouth, suckling and slurping lewdly the scent of male arousal burning into his nose as he was being used in such a way.

With a few final thrusts suddenly the Templar hilted himself fully past Trace's lips and began to unload into his mouth. The first few spurts going down Trace's throat before he pulled back until only the head of his cock was in Trace's mouth letting the last few spurts soak over the boy's tongue forcing the human to taste the male's seed on his tongue.

Eric not wanting to disappoint looked to Trace, "Part your lips Trace, I have something for you" he muttered as he gripped his own shaft stroking it eagerly. The human stared up to him with dull lustful eyes as he parted his lips wide for the slaver. Eric began furiously stroking along his shaft feeling the pleasure building up. It wasn't too much longer before he was shooting his own load over Trace's face, painting him in sticky seed. A few spurts landing in his mouth painting over his tongue. The mindlessly lustful human moaning softly as he felt the male's cum dripping along his face and cheeks. He looked like a well used whore after Eric's attention was paid to him. The slaver felt he'd done what he needed and threw his clothes back on before disappearing back towards the camp.

Trace stared mindlessly up towards the male. His hues glossed over with lust as he rolled the seed in his lips around a bit. The human seemed to be savoring the taste of the Grand Mage and Eric on his tongue. It brought a satisfied look to the Templar's face. The boy then gulped down the male's cum swallowing all of it, only a little dribble left to drip down along his cheeks. The Grand Mage was rather satisfied with his success in demeaning and humiliating the former Grand Templar.

"Such a good plaything. Perhaps even better than that keidran whore of yours." the Templar praised through heavy breathing. After he finished with his fun, he pulled his clothes back on and gently pulled Trace up to his feet, "We'll continue our fun little games another time. For now you and I have other matters to attend to Trace."

At this moment Trace could feel the withdraw of magical energy. The cloud that had filled his mind was starting to leave. He was left now only with the horrific memory of what had transpired. He felt completely disgusted with himself. He wasn't sure how the Grand Mage had done it, but he had forced Trace to betray his promise of loyalty to Flora. He could still taste the male's seed on his tongue. He could feel some dripping along his cheeks as well. It was repulsive, but he could do nothing about the matter as he was hopelessly in the captivity of the Grand Mage.

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"We've found the dragon sir" came the voice of the Templar's second in command. This male was tall in stature. He appeared be at least seven feet in height and his body was a thick wall of muscles. He seemed to be the brainless brute type if Trace had to guess. His dirty blonde locks falling over his dull brown hues. The male dressed in the uniform one would expect of a Templar. His posture one of sheer pride and authority.

In his company were five men. The majority of the group were wielding swords, however, one of the five men was not wielding a weapon of any kind. This one was most likely a magic user. Not too far ahead of them was the sight of the dragon sleeping. They all seemed to be shaking with eagerness at the thought of getting the distinct honor of slaying a dragon. If all went well, they'd be the subject of legends.

"Alright, you there. Mage" he spoke in an authoritative voice, "I want you to focus your magic on a sleeping spell. I know the dragon is already asleep, but we'd all prefer that this thing not wake up during this process. Do you understand me?" he spoke, his eyes burning into the lowly little mages soul as the male gulped and nodded.

"Good, now get to work" he added as he watched the mage shuffle towards the dragon. The poor mage seemed humble and lowly. He was dressed in only a black set of robes which fell past his feet, dragging along the cold dirt surface of the cave. He moved carefully up to the dragon and began chanting something in another language. A gentle purple smoke flowed over the dragon and settled over it's form. The sleeping spell had been completed and the dragon was now fully at the mercy of the Templars who intended full well to put a quick end to its life.

"Alright men. Let's do this quickly. The less time it takes the less room for mistakes. You two!" he pointed to the men immediately beside him, "You're to go to the head and I want you to remove it. I don't care how, but make sure it's head comes clean off. Do not damage it's head in anyways or suffer consequences...that is to be a display for the Templars as a tribute to ours success." he informed the men, "You two!" he pointed to the other two there, "Take your weapons and plant them firmly into the beasts belly. I want you to split this thing open. Don you understand?" he questioned aggressively.

"Yes sir!" they all said in unison before going about their tasks. The four soldiers were just as riled up as their commander. They had all been waiting since the order was given for the chance to try their blades against a dragon. They wanted the glory and fame that came with it. Though some just liked the thought of the intimidation they'd have command over being able to make such a claim amongst their friends and enemies.

The two men at the dragon's head were eager to get started. The large towering white beast even in its sleep seemed imposing to them all. The men could see its sharp massive ivory teeth and hear the low rumble of it's heavy breathing. The ground shaking around the creature with every breath it took, the force of the wind alone from it's breathing threatening to blow the two away. This was their moment. They intended to bring the name of the Templar's great honor by bringing back the head of the slain dragon.

The two men ordered to gut the dragon were feeling over the scales themselves as they searched around it's body for a soft spot. One of the two men seemed to stare mockingly at the other. He hadn't believed dragon's really had a weak spot on their underbelly. He assumed it was just the stuff of silly legends and that surely such a large beast had no such point of vulnerability. That was until the other soldier suddenly touched upon a soft pocket of flesh.

"Here it is!" one of the two men exclaimed pushing against the soft underbelly of the dragon, "I told you dragon's had a weak spot" he muttered triumphantly. The other male just grumbled to himself and fished out a handful of gold coins from his pocket. The other soldier gladly collected his earnings as they prepared for the next step, gutting the beast.

"What do you think a dragon's guts are like?" he asked his friend, "I mean they've gotta be something else. I've gutted some small game here and there that's for sure" he added.

"Who cares?" his friend offered, "Seriously, will you stop lollygagging around and just get this over with?" he muttered in distaste, "Every second you waste running that trap of yours is another second we could be living like kings back home. Come on man we're slaying a dragon here!"

"Alright let's do this then" he said and removed his blade. He could feel his hands shaking. He was excited. He felt a rush like nothing else as he imagined slaying a beast that was often spoke about in legends. It was a true honor to say the least. He was eager to plunge his blade into the belly of the beast and put an end to it.

"K, hurry up then" the other male spoke impatiently, "I found the spot, you gut it"

"Yeah yeah whatever" He grumbled in protest, but knew his friend was right. Fair was fair, not that he was complaining really. He took his blade and pressed it to the soft flesh of the underbelly. He put only a bit of pressure before he could feel the blade sinking into the dragon's exposed stomach. Blood starting to pool around his blade already as he prepared himself for what was going to come next.

He began to drag the blade to the side. He could hear the sound of the flesh being split apart. The contents of the dragon's stomach starting to spill out onto the ground. Organs and blood were dripping onto the floor making a repulsive mess. It was a disturbing mess along the dirt floors of the cave, and the two men snickered a bit at the sight. The seemed completely unaffected by the mess, aside from an irritated grumble by one of the two as he noticed some of the blood had dripped onto his uniform staining the white fabric.

"Aw man!" he grumbled, "There's no way that's coming out" he whined

"Shut up man, after we get back home with a dragon's head, you know that people will be all over you with those battle stains man" he muttered, "I mean you just have to tweak the story a bit, add a little action into it and the ladies will be all over you and that bloody uniform of yours." he added.

"Hey you're right!" he spoke ecstatically.

Cautiously they stepped up to the dragon. The two men removed their blades and gently touched them along the smooth white scales of the dragon's neck, they could tell from the sound of the clang made at the light tap that it's scales were as hard if not harder than steel. "Sir, I'm not sure our blades can cut through these scales, but we'll try anyways sir!" the two men informed their commander. Just as eager as the other two had been to get in on the action.

"Swing those swords with all you've got! Either you lop it's head off or you break your sword. You are all proud warriors of the Templar so do what you must" he offered gallantly. The two soldiers looked to the dragon and then to their blades. Both of them were prepared to either shatter their blades or cut off the dragon's head. They gave little thought to which would happen as long as they at least put in their effort.

"R..right away sir!" on of the soldiers mumbled in sheer excitement. He raised his sword up high above his head, his arms shaking as he did. Without much thought he swung it down as hard as he could, the steel colliding with the scales sending a vibration along the blade and up his arms. The white scales seemed to be stronger than his weapon. The force knocking him onto his ass, but he knew he either broke through or broke his sword if he wanted to get away without punishment. With that thought he picked himself wearily back up trying to shake of the tingling sensation rocking through his arm.

Again the two of them together swung the blade down, and again their weapons only seemed to vibrate before sending them both onto their asses. This went on for a few minutes before one of the two soldiers brought his sword down and the blade shattered to pieces. They could hear an irritated grumble falling from the lips of their commander. The two men gulped once again and looked over to him with fear heavy in their eyes. He was usually a fair man to work under, but when he lost his temper none of his soldiers wanted to be anywhere close to him.

"That's it you incompetent fools!" he shouted before going to grab his own weapon. Unlike theirs, he wiedled a surprisingly large blade. It must have been twice the size of his own body. All of the soldiers were still trying to wrap their heads around how the commander was able to wield such a massive weapon. He took the heavy weapon and made his way over to the sleeping beast looking it over. He placed one hand against the scales feeling over them, "Hmm? Shouldn't be too hard" he mused.

The commander rose his blade up high over his head just as the others had. He brought it down with all his might, throwing all of his body weight into it. As the blade made contact with the dragon's neck it broke through the scales and dug itself halfway through the flesh of Nora's neck. The cave filled with the sounds of scales shattering, and the sick noise produced as the beasts spine was split and mangled at contact. Blood was pooling around the wound, soaked into the commander's blade, and forming a large pool along the dirt ground around the three men.

"Damn, I was hoping to get it on the first swing. No matter, if it takes two..." He muttered before pulling his blade up over his head once again. This time when he brought it down it went clean through the dragon's neck, disconnecting Nora's head from her body sending it rolling along the ground. The sight was a completely sickening one as it's neck freely spurted blood. The commander himself getting his uniform soaked in the thick red liquid.

The group of soldiers looked to their accomplishment. The dragon was gutted and beheaded, laying in a pool of blood. There was nothing left to do now except relish in the victory. The commander sheathed his weapon and clutched the head of the dragon holding it up in the air, "Well this will make a fine memento of our accomplishment today." he spoke in a light-hearted fashion to his men.

"We've done it sir! We've slayed a dragon!" the men proclaimed, "We're going to be the stuff of legends!" one of the soldiers added excitedly

"Alright men. Now all that remains is getting a unit dispatched to skin the dragon and extract the scales" came their commander's voice, "You there mage, get in contact with our superiors and make the request. As for the rest of you, we're heading up to deal with Trace's comrades. Word is that some of them escaped the assault" the commander ordered of the group.

The commander himself still gripped the dragon's head proudly in his hands. He intended to personally bring that home so that all would know it was his unit that had slain it. He knew that his men were eager to receive the honor they deserved, and the proud commander would have it no other way.

"Yes sir!" they spoke before moving into formation before the leader who began to lead them out of the cave and towards the docks where they'd be setting sail shortly. It wasn't fully clear, but from the way things were sounding. The Templar was preparing to make a move, and they were busy with tying up all the loose ends to their plans.

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"Your dragon is dead Trace." the Master Mage spoke coldly, "I know that must be tough. I'm sure you still had many questions to ask of the beast" he added trying to further the insult, "After all if anyone was going to be able to explain your past to you, that giant white beast was surely it"

"I..I.." he muttered. The blue haired human was stunned. He was trying to find words to say, but his mind felt like it was on pause. He could feel tears forming in his eyes as he struggled to grip the reality that he'd failed to protect a friend. It made his stomach twist in complete disgust. Both at himself and at the man who was behind it all.

"There's no need for words, a proper pet wouldn't even speak unless spoken to. I'll forgive your atrocities to the Templar Trace. Though you will find your new place among our people will not be so showered with praise as Grand Templar. Though you will hold the absolute honor of belonging to the new Grand Templar. I suppose that may count as a reward in and of itself." he added, his words meant more to torture the boy's mind than anything else.

The Master Mage smirked down to the human. He could see that it was taking effect as he intended. Trace was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. He was hardly able to contain his satisfaction as he knelt down closer to the boy. All that was left now was setting the stage for the control of the Templar's mind. All that was needed was the tigress, and his plans would be fulfilled.

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"Hey Flora, Trace has been gone a little while" came the voice of Mike. A humble little fox slave. The youthful vulpine was dressed in simple tattered rags, and recently he had been freed of his shackles. At the efforts of Trace, Mike was hopeful to be freed of his bindings to Eric and given a taste of freedom for the first time in his life. Though given his raising as a slave, he wasn't sure what he would go and do with his new-found freedom. The male hadn't ever lived a day of his life without being under the thumb of someone else.

"I know" she muttered with a sigh. The tigress stared blankly out towards the forest. Her thoughts hadn't left Trace since the moment he'd left with Eric to go and get the money for the slave's freedom. She couldn't escape the feeling that something was happening. Something dark and evil. Still, he'd told her to stay put and she had intended fully to do so.

"Eh, he's probably gotten himself into some kind of trouble again. You know how he draws in trouble" came the ever pessimistic Keith. The bastian was a bit shorter than the others in this group. His soft gray fur covered under his new garments that he'd obtained upon being handed the rank of 'Ambassador of the Bastian people'. He looked rather stunning in that slick red cape and those dark threads which signaled his new found rank.

"I'm sure Trace is just fine. We've all seen what he can do." Natani answered. The wolf was well dressed himself. His clothing consisted of Eric's high quality materials. A sleek black cape draped over his own figure, and a shimmering green material covering his broad figure. The wolf had quite the masculine appeal for having a female body.

Keith suddenly tensed though. His ears perking up as suddenly a sound seemed to completely catch his attention. Natani noticed quickly the change in the language of Keith's body. The wolf had grown quite close to the Bastian and he knew that Keith had heard something. It was clear that some sort of danger was lurking just behind the shadows of their camp.

"Hey Natani" he muttered quietly

"What is it Keith?" Natani inquired. The wolf himself was now on guard looking around the surroundings. Trying to listen carefully. Suddenly the faint sound of grass being shuffled around by the motion of others caught the Keidran's ears. The wolf was certain now that something was about to go down at their camp, and more than that she knew that Keith was up to something himself.

"Do you still have energy in those magic crystals of yours?" he asked.

"No, We used them up when you..." he muttered, his voice trailing. The wolf suddenly being filled with memories of what happened on the ship. He couldn't escape the haunting memory of the tortured Bastian desperately clinging onto the false hope of having Laura back once again. It broke Natani's heart, but he knew that there was nothing that could be done about it. They could only move forward and try to keep living.

"I hear a lot of footsteps. I think there is a whole army squad out in the woods" he explained, "I need you to take Flora as far from here as you can. I was hoping we could just teleport somewhere, but whatever I'm used to these kinds of problems." the bastian added. His cynicism never seemed to die. After all he'd been through though, it wasn't too shocking to find that the Bastian tended to assume the worst of all scenarios.

"What about you Keith?" Natani asked with concern laced in his voice. He didn't need to be told what Keith was thinking. The wolf knew the Bastian intended to stay behind and give them an opportunity to escape. What else could he do? It was a desperate situation they had been stuck in.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to create a distraction so you can get the pregnant cat out of here. I'm sure I'll be fine." he answered hoping to relax her concerns. Keith could tell by the sounds around them that he was only offering a false sense of security. When he stayed behind he'd likely die or be captured. There were too many footsteps from too many directions. The only thing he could do is buy them enough time to get far away from the chaos. That was his only true intention, and he planned to do so to the best of his ability.

"Are you sure Keith?" Natani inquired still feeling worried about his tortured friend.

"Yes Natani, now hurry up before it's too late to run" he added, time was ticking and not in their favor. If the wolf didn't leave soon there wouldn't be time for anyone to escape.

"Right, I'll grab her now." the wolf answered.

Natani moved quietly over to Flora and took her hand helping her to her feet, "Come on, we need to get moving. Keith thinks something may be headed our way, and I'm inclined to trust those ears of his." the wolf muttered blushing softly as he thought about the night he'd spent stroking the Bastian's ears after his incident with Laura. It was probably the happiest he'd been in awhile, but also the most miserable. The wolf couldn't help but let his mind drift as he kept himself close to Flora holding her protectively.

"B..but what about Trace? We can't just leave without him?" the tigress muttered in protest. She was deeply concerned. She had grown fond of all her friends that she had made in her travels. She had fallen in love with Trace. Her heart raced with concern as she imagined what could be happening in the village. The tigress wished she had made him take her along. It didn't take long though for Mike and Evals to move behind Flora and begin guiding her in the direction that Natani was trying to get her to move.

"Don't worry, we aren't leaving without Trace. We've just got to hide for a bit until things clear up" Natani explained

"A..alright if you say so" she muttered.

With that spoke the four of them disappeared into the forest. They moved swiftly through the field of trees. It was dark and hard to see, but they managed to do so with some ease. Natani the former assassin making sure to leave behind false clues and cover their tracks every step of the way. Mike and Evals were sure to keep their eyes sharp for any soldier who might have been stationed out in the forest. It didn't take long before they were safely away and at a long distance from the chaos about to unfold.

As if perfectly on cue Keith would quickly find the camp being surrounded by a number of Templar soldiers. He drew his weapon and gazed at the group that surrounded him. He knew there was little hope of escape, and possibly even littler hope of surviving. He wasn't sure. Once again, things just weren't going his way.

"If you were hoping to find Trace he's long gone" the bastian spoke aloud to the group, confident that was who they must have been so desperate to get their hands on.

One of the soldiers in the mix spoke up at his words, "We aren't worried about the Grand Templar Bastian filth. The Grand Mage of the Templars has already seen to the capture of Trace Legacy. No, we're here for his comrades." he offered in reply

Keith tensed. He could tell by the smug look on the soldier's face they weren't bluffing. No, they must have ambushed Trace in the village. Keith was starting to hate villages as much as Flora did. They really did seem to never have in luck stepping into settled territory. He held the weapon fast in his hand preparing for the impending fight.

"You should stay your weapon" the voice spoke, "We have little desire to see you die. No, we have purposes for you to serve. We also have need of the pregnant one of your group. I don't suppose you would tell us freely where she's run off to?" he asked mockingly.

"I would never betray them." he muttered, as his thoughts drifted to when he had done just that in the past.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, it was worth a shot though"

"I won't give up without..." the words he was preparing to speak were cut short.

He had grown too focused on the conversation. So much so that he failed to hear the soldier sneaking up behind him. In the middle of his sentence a sharp blow was dealt to the back of his head, and his mind quickly faded to black. His body collapsing onto the cold dirt ground around him. The faint light of the campfire cast over the figure of Keith's unconscious body. The bastian helpless and at the mercy of the Templar's.

To be Continued...