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I was back swirling in the maelstrom of memories, after dying Kazath was banished from his own reality. He roamed from one world to the next, bitter and frustrated as he was forcibly ejected from one planet after another, this was when he became an embodiment of evil, as others saw him, he saw himself. I began losing my grip on myself, it became harder and harder to remember things as memory after memory passed by. I knew that the moment I slipped up I would lose my sanity, and that terrified me enough to find new reserves of strength, above all I feared the loss of control. Finally it was over, and I drifted blissfully in the dark afterimages of memories still flickering across my eyes, I dimly heard a voice calling my name from somewhere beyond the darkness but I was too tired to respond. I closed my eyes and just rested there until I regained control of myself, then I opened my eyes and looked up into the concerned face of my draconic companion.

As he noticed I was awake relief washed over his face and he hugged me close to him stroking my hair gently. I let him just hold me there for a couple of seconds before sitting myself up beside him and rested my head against his shoulder.

"I thought that you were lost." He said softly.

I waited silently for a moment before responding. "Fortunately I'm a stubborn bastard or I probably would have been. It was...educational though."

He smiled sadly and stared off into the distance. "I've wandered for a very long time, looking for somewhere to belong; I've done things that I'm not proud of, became the monster that people expected to be." He turned and looked me in the eyes, "You brought me back to my roots though, you were me and I was Lightbringer when we met."

I leaned forwards and pulled him into a deep kiss. "I forgive you though."

I started slowly massaging his sheath with one hand while my other hand stroked the ridges running down the back of his head and back. Once his cock was fully erect I broke off the kiss and lowered my mouth to it and began sucking him off. He gave a moan of pleasure as I caressed his shaft with my tongue and bobbed my head up and down, slowly increasing my pace for several minutes until, with a deafening roar, he reached climax. My mouth instantly filled with hot sticky cum, I knew I couldn't swallow it all so I just let most of it run down my chin provocatively. I turned around so that I was facing away from Kazath and waited, but not for very long.

I heard Kazath chuckle and rise from behind me, suddenly I felt his smooth hands caress over my body and the tip of his cock pressed against my ass. I swallowed nervously as I felt the size of his cock; I was in fact still a virgin to this.

"Don't worry I'll go slow for you." Kazaths voice whispered into my ear.

I gasped as I felt his member push into me, expanding me painfully, and began fucking me rhythmically. The pain slowly faded to his gentle ministrations to be replaced by pleasure and Kazath began to increase his pace as he felt me relax beneath him. I was quickly brought to my orgasm by Kazath's ministrations and I gasped with pleasure as I shot out several loopy strands of cum. Kazath wasn't far behind me as he began thrusting into me rapidly then with a gasp of relief he let loose into my ass, we remained in that position for a while before separating.

I sighed and ran a sticky hand through my hair.

"I suppose we'd better get back to real time and take care of things."

Kazath returned the sigh and agreed.

I felt my mind lurch and I was back in the clearing surrounded by terrified cultists. I suffered momentary vertigo from the sudden shift.

"All right then..." And then two canisters rolled in front of my feet. I stared at them dumbly for a second before they exploded in a flash of blinding light and noise. Power rushed through my veins into my eyes and ears allowing them to adapt more quickly than I would have been able to normally, though it still took a few moments...I almost wished it hadn't.

"Shit."

I was completely ringed by several men and women dressed in antique paladin's armor but with assault rifles leveled at my chest, huge floodlights shone over their shoulders making them glow whitely, all except the crimson bloodstains on their armor and robes, a testament that death had come dressed in white this time. I glanced past their ring to what remained of the cultists.

Death had come swiftly to these poor souls; I pitied them even though I knew firsthand what they had done from Kazath's memories. I saw one face turned towards me, the shocked, bloodstained, face of a girl.

She couldn't have been over seventeen, her blonde hair rested like a bloodstained halo around her head and her eyes were locked open in an expression of surprised pain. It was a small mercy I suppose that I couldn't see the rest of her. I averted my eyes from her frozen death mask and looked into the eyes of the soldier standing directly in front of me, if the ornamentation on his armor was anything to by he was also the leader. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off with an upraised hand. His face flushed an angry red and he glanced off to the right before quickly looking back towards me.

I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, which was significantly different with my new mouth I'd like to point out. "Amateur," I snapped scathingly, "with that move you just advertised that you're not the one in charge. And I think you also might suffer from low self esteem, if you let the one with all the guns pointed at him get to you like that."

Fancy-Armor's face went from red to purple and he lifted his gun, taking a step forwards to drive the butt of his gun into my face, also having the unthought-of effect of bringing him in range of my fist. I gave him a hard blow with one fist to his armored midsection, if I were human this would have done nothing but badly injure my fist, lucky for me I wasn't human anymore.

My fist crunched into his chest, denting in the front of his fancy armor and driving him back a couple of feet. The unmistakable sound of snapping ribs sounded through the clearing, I noticed the other soldiers wince in sympathy as Fancy-Armor rattled to the ground and lay there gasping for breath. If it weren't for his armor I would have driven my fist most of the way through his chest. The rest of the soldiers held their ground though and they tightened the circle to close the gap, making sure to keep out of my range. They also looked none too pleased with me.

"Is it really that wise to irritate the men with guns aimed at us?" Kazath's voice said in my ear.

"Self righteous bigots who don't respect life have always irritated me. In the confusion there they could have easily taken out the cult without even firing a shot, instead they killed them all." I responded shortly. "That and I find the likelihood of surviving this slim to none so I'm a little low on tolerance right now."

I slowly shook my fist out and then crossed my arms looking contemptuously at the remaining guards. Or rather I attempted to, I'm not sure how it turned out with a dragon face though.

"Are you just going to stand there aiming guns at me, all grim faced, or can we get on with this. After all I'm sure you've got places to be and more people to kill, and I just can't stand the suspense." I said sarcastically.

"Very well if you are so eager to die then." A feminine voice said from beyond the ring of spotlights and then the most beautiful woman I had ever seen stepped into view.

She wore a chaste white silk robe and as she glided towards me across the bloodstained grass I noticed that none of it stained the bottom. Put simply, she was gorgeous, a wondrously curved body, auburn hair that hung to her shoulders, full lips and bright eyes, and a silver pistol aimed at my heart.

I gave a drawn out sigh.

"Why can I never meet beautiful women who aren't trying to kill me?"

The woman arched one eyebrow at me so I continued.

"I mean first I get dragged here for a nice little game of Operation with my heart, now I'm a dragon and there are new people trying to kill me. Talk about frying pan, fire."

"Shut up." She snapped at me "I have no need to listen to your lies and deceit." She gave a cruel little smile. As soon as the sun rises, I'm going to shoot you in the heart with this special little bullet just for you. Not only am I going to kill you, I'm going to send you back to where you came from so my Lord can have fun with you too."

"Oh shit, light bringers." Kazath said in a shocked voice.

"How can there be light bringers on Earth?"

"It looks like Lightbringer's been branching out."

"Just two more minutes until you die." The unnamed woman's voice broke over my internal conversation."

My mind raced as I attempted to think of a way out and I felt Kazath thinking desperately too. Finally our time was up and the sky was brightening quickly.

"May I say one thing before I die?" I asked as the sun began to rise.

"Very well, what is it?" she said peevishly.

"Merry Christmas bitch."

Daylight shone across the sky, her eyes widened with shock as she pulled the trigger on the gun in her hand. Then the bullet smacked into my chest and I fell backwards into darkness.