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"Wasn't that a nice sermon, honey?" An older woman with graying auburn haired asked as she and a young man next to her walked out from the towering building of worship for which they had just spent the day within. The brown haired youth dressed in a pair too tight of black pants and stuffy white button down shirt wasn't really sure what to say; the service had left him somewhat out of sorts as the preacher had thrown out various words and metaphors for which the boy had no idea how to incorporate into his budding psyche. However, being the intelligent thirteen year old that he was, and knowing what the woman next to him want to hear, the youth replied with,

"Yes, ma'am!" The smile that appeared onto the older woman's slightly peach tinted face as she gazed down at him made the young teenager breathe a relieved sigh into the back of his mind. While not that much of a boar when it came to certain things, all elements dealing with her religious beliefs were the source of much emotional outbursts should they be threatened or brushed off.

"That's wonderful." The woman responded as she and the youth walked through the warm summer sunlight on their to where the car they had come in was waiting for them.

"Anne!" A voice called out of nowhere causing the youth and the older woman to pause before whipping themselves around. A somewhat plump looking black haired lady wearing a too tight frilly white dress marched her way over to them from out of the building. It was hard to call her movements anything less than a forward stomp as the rotund woman wiggle and wobbled, her nose flaring wildly as she huffed while trying to waddle her way over to the pair. "H-hold on, hun!" The nameless woman called, her shortness of breath quite easy to hear.

"Debbie, you know you don't need to come all the way over here." Anne chided, her body was already moving away from the young man by her side towards the aforementioned Debbie.

The teenager didn't say anything as he stood onto the sidewalk facing the church, a cool breeze helped to keep the youth from pouting too much as he was forced to watch Anne and Debbie cluck like two hens over the latest gossip which could be found within the town. That fact their voices acted like nails against his brain as they laughed and giggled like schoolgirls only served to make the well dressed boy cringe as he tried to drown out their insistent cackling.

"Don't you think it's it funny how people can snap and sneer at each other while smiling and spitting laughter into each others faces, Drake?" The brown haired boy jumped, his dark eyes widening before he flipped himself around to find...

"Sammy? What are you doing around here?" The red haired boy with the freckles and braces chuckled, his blue eyes glittering like sapphires within the sunlight as he stepped up into Drake's personal space. The brown haired youth took a step back, the other teenager's presence so intense that it made Drake feel as though he were in the presence of some greater authority figure whenever Sammy moved too close to him. That the older boy was wearing a open vest with a white jacket and dark navy blue dress pants should have made him seem almost harmless since it made the redhead look like any other churchgoer, but not in this case.

"I came here before you and have just been waiting around for a while to get a good laugh in." Sammy's blue orbs seemed to literally sparkle as he turned to look at the throng of people now ambling out of the building of worship. Most of them, like an assembly of mulitcolored birds, flocked out and into the sun, pointless chatter running from their lips like wine as they spoke at length about this, that and the other. "It's always fun to see the fools as the parade around for everyone to see, don't you think?"

"Hey now...!" Drake growled, the brown haired boy turning to stand in between himself and those who Sammy was gazing at.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The red head raised his hands in front of himself, a coy smile dancing on his pale skinned features as he tried to make himself seem abashed for his poorly chosen words. He failed miserably. "I just can't help but..."

"Look," Drake cut the other off, the beginning of a small tirade bordering on a justice rant. "You don't have to accept the religion that everyone else does, but you could at least show a little bit of respect in the presence of God's temple." For some reason Sammy's face took on a look so cold it actually lifted the hairs onto Drake's neck.

For a long moment the redhead said nothing, though a slight fluttering of his lips made it look as though the other wanted to snarl like some kind of beast before he closed his eyes, muttered something incoherent underneath his breath, and then took a long, drawn out breath.

"Drake," Sammy's voice became hard like steel as he addressed the other. "You don't even believe half of what you're going to try to say to me, so don't bother giving me those tired lines." The redhead pulled his arms up and then crossed them back behind his shaggy mop of a head. "Besides, if you're really going to act so high and mighty you wouldn't be thinking about how much you'd like to blow this whole thing." At that Drake ducked his face, a red flush covering the bridge of his nose. "See, you know you..."

"Drake Nogard!" Sammy's face transformed into a dark mask of annoyance as he turned, like the other young man before him, towards the person who has just called out to the brown haired teen. The sound of charging footsteps made a cold spike of dreak creep into Drake's heart as...

"What are you doing talking with him?!" Anne shouted, her voice somewhat strained as she just barely kept herself from screaming at the other. The surrounding throng of people loitering about stopped what they were doing and or speaking about as they turned to look at what was happening. Many of those present, mostly the women who were over the age of thirty, painted sneers across their makeup covered features as they stared the town's local miscreant.

"Sorry, Aunt Anne." Drake knew better than to argue, that would only result in a very big headache for him at the end of things.

"You know that you're not supposed to let yourself be tainted by bad influences!" Anne was much smarter than to actually call Sammy out as such, as it would make her seem more like a shrew than the righteous woman which she held herself up to be. However, it was quite clear of the point being made as the churchgoers standing about nodded to their own relatives while saying nothing in the redhead youth's defense.

"I wasn't being tainted!" Drake's dark orbs seemed to spark as he puffed himself up while in front of his aunt. "I was just..."

"Listen to your auntie, Drake." All eyes turned to gawk at Sammy, no one having expected the boy to suddenly jump on the bandwagon with Anne. "She's just trying to protect your from unscrupulous elements which look to warp your mind, steal your soul, and make you into a mindless robot meant only to follow the will of others." Sammy's bright smile befuddled all present as the young troublemaker's words seemed to be quite heartfelt. Turning on his heel, the young man let his jacket flap behind himself as he made a smooth exit from the crowd.

No one knew what to say as they watched the redhead make his way down the street with a stride to his glide as he disappeared into the distance. It was only a minute after the other was gone...

"Drake..." The brown haired boy shrunk back at the deep growl which overtook his aunt's voice, "I hope you were consorting with him of your own volition. You know your parents wouldn't be pleased to hear about such things." It took everything within Drake not to groan outwardly at the thought of getting a scolding from his parents, his dad especially would look to tan his hide if he even suspected that he had spoken with the town delinquent.

"No, Aunt Anne." Drake didn't know how to make himself seem any more innocent than he already tried to appear as, the heavy scrutiny that he was pressed down under made the brown eyed teen look to the side, praying that someone amongst the throng of onlookers would come to his aid.

Of course, his prayers went unanswered, the mass of people simply choosing to ignore him as they moved about with their own lives; even Christy, the young blonde haired girl who lived two doors down from the apartment where his aunt stayed, and who Drake was coming to fancy, chose to turn away from him to instead go off about her way. Christy's parents, a Mr. and Mrs. Marblo, didn't pay Drake so much as a hint of concern as they shuffled away across the street to the parking lot, moving their daughter somewhat hurriedly as they didn't want her to become associated with... 'possible bad elements'.

"Well you make sure to keep away from Samuel Wright, that boy is just trouble by the handful." Anne reached out to take her nephew's shoulder, guiding him forcibly across the street and to where her car was parked.

Drake could only sigh at that. He knew he was going to get a long winded speech just as soon as he got home and because of that Drake made a dark promise to give Sammy an earful for the trouble he was about to get into later on. Silence hung like a heavy cowl around Anne and her nephew as they got to a somewhat fashionable looking Ford two door parked within the shade of a large oak tree; Anne having decided that walking the distance to the front entrance of the church would be worth not having to be baked alive inside of the leather interior car. Releasing her nephew's shoulder to head over to the driver's side door the older woman said nothing as she took her keys out from the purse hanging by her side. Unlocking and then getting inside of her car it took the older woman a minute to let Drake into the vehicle, her infuriation with her younger relative so great that it actually made her lose sight of her vision for a brief second. Once Drake entered into the two door, buckling himself up for safe measure, Anne slipped the key into the ignition and then let her baby rev to life.

"Pastor Cleric seemed to think that you were somewhat ignoring his sermons during the service," It was an open ended statement for which the youth knew better than to make a solid assessment to, especially given his aunt's already tightly restrained emotions. Instead, Drake merely shook his head. "I know dear, but I thought I'd just let you know his thoughts." Translation, he was going to be doing a heavy amount of reading and studying when he got to his aunt's apartment. The young teen sighed before turning to look out at the trailing hues of green, brown, and gray which slipped by his purview.

"What did you think of the sermon today?" Drake was snatched out of his thoughts by his aunt's words,

"I...I'm not sure." It was an honest answer and got him a noncommittal noise from the older woman. "A lot of what he was saying...didn't make sense to me."

"Which parts?" With one eye steadily glaring at the nearly empty Sunday road Anne turned her sights onto her nephew.

"The one about how sin and temptation leads one to Hell. I thought belief in God kept one from being tempted?" Anne chuckled, a dark sound that was nothing like the sparkling laughter a woman like herself should have been able to make.

"No, dear," Anne began, her voice somewhat tight, despite her gentle words. "Belief merely makes it so that you know that God is always watching over us and to let you be aware that we should ask for forgiveness when we fall astray from the path of righteousness."

"Then does being a homosexual mean that you can ask for forgiveness or does it mean that you go to Hell regardless?" Drake inquired. That the car suddenly jerked as he made his inner thoughts known was not lost to the teen.

It took Anne a moment to compose herself, knowing well that shouting at this point would not be a wise decision, especially since her nephew was asking about something Pastor Cleric had purposely went on an obvious tangient about during his sermon. That the man's own son had fallen into the claws of sin and debauchery several years ago made the aging pastor all but livid against any and all homsexuals, something that was quietly spreading to the townspeople.

"It's..." Anne licked her lips, slowing the Ford down as she got to a stop sign. "It's not something that you need to concern yourself with since you're too young to have to worry about such things. Just know that sexual relations should be kept between man and woman, as God has so stated in his word. Any other form of interrelations between flesh is not something that God can forgive easily, but one can be forgiven for it if they turn away from their misgivings and back to the path they were meant for." Drake said nothing in the face of these words, the emotion his aunt had put into them so strong and convincing that they swept all doubt away from the impressionable youth's mind.

"Oh, ok then." Anne was silently grateful that her nephew was not at the age when he would start to question her words as of yet.

The rest of the car ride was filled with quiet discussion about the words the pastor gave to the congregation, Drake asking questions about this and that, unconsciously hungry for more information, while his aunt tried her best to rationalize everything. In the end the young teen was left more confused that he was satisfied, though not that he would let Anne know this since the woman seemed to be visibly exhausted by the time the two reached the parking deck located next to the older woman's apartment complex. Drake, choosing to bite his tongue, got out of the car with his aunt and then walked silently with her across the way to the six story building where Anne lived. The doorman nodded to both, the older gentleman complimenting Anne on her dress and hair, the tight bun having come somewhat undone because of the sweat dripping from her brow, earning him a playful giggle from the well dressed lady. Drake simply smiled.

Up the elevator to the fifth floor, both Anne and Drake entered into apartment 516, the both of them sighed at the automatic air conditioning unit whirling cool air throughout the plush looking living room.

"Drake," Anne called, making the brown haired youth flinch slightly. "I haven't forgotten about earlier," The sigh was held deep inside the teen's mind, ready to come out at the slightest provocation. "However, I'm rethinking things for now, so just go to your room and write me out a page on what you learned from the sermon today, and then ready Psalms one hundred through one hundred and twenty-three. I'll check on you after I wake up." And with that Anne slide her way past her owlish looking nephew to her room in the back of the house.

It was only after he heard the door to his aunt's room slide close, the lock sneaking into place, that Drake realized that he had gotten away from a worse punishment than he could have imagined nearly scott free. That made the brown haired boy slump down against the floor, his legs having given out after the release of such heavy uncertainty. Several minutes passed before the teen was able to summon up the courage to move his body, his mind was still reeling that he had gotten with such a light form of disciplining, however, knowing that that fact would change if he failed to do as he was told Drake made a beeline for his room, shuffling himself out of his church clothes as he went so that he could hang them up in his closet.

It didn't take Drake long to grab his bible stuffed precariously underneath his bed as the leather bound book was. Palming through its well worn amber pages to the verses his aunt had told him to read, the young teen made sure to go over and analyze the words within, making several notes just so that his aunt would be able to see that he had actually absorbed something for which he had read. Once he was done, almost an hour and a half later, Drake found himself restless and bored. Sunday was usually the day when he and Anne would spend time talking about the lessons they had learned from the pastor, speaking at great length about the moral as well as the social importance of the guidance from the lord, yet with the older woman napping Drake was left to his own devices.

Sadly there was nothing left for the brown eyed teen to do, he wasn't socially popular so he had no real friends to speak of with which he could call, other than Sammy. This meant that, without video games to play, his aunt believing them to be too distracting for his impressionable mind, there was little left for the teen to do...

Well, other than to get into mischief.

Pulling away from his desk, Drake gave a small stretch, his naked torso gleaming in the sunlight coming from the nearby window, and then groaned before dropping his arms down onto his lap. Having decided to forgo putting on anything other than a pair of shorts until he took his evening shower, Drake snaked his way out of his room on quiet feet, knowing well that Anne would wake up if she had the faintest inclination that he was up to something. After making sure that the coast was clear the brown haired teen crossed his way through the hallways into the living room, weaved around the sofa, plopped himself down in front of the computer terminal and then fired up the hard drive.

'Maybe I can do some research while Aunt Anne is asleep." Drake thought, he wanted to check on a number of things that might be on his middle school's website for school tomorrow. He also wanted to look over some of the concepts and terms the pastor had spoken since many of them he couldn't find within the holy book.

Two hours later Drake was both confused as well as annoyed.

At first he went on to search over the verses in Psalms that his aunt had told him to read over, going so far as to look through some well known websites to try and find the more allegorical meanings that others had deciphered from the holy book. It was thirty minutes after doing this that something compelled Drake to look into the sins that Pastor Cleric had talked about, the resonated emotion that the older man had colored his words with lingering in the brown haired youth's mind almost like a curse. That was when things began to get more...complicated. Looking up the sins of man had led Drake to reading over conflicting information that several people had left posted upon numerous websites. Some of them were very benign, speaking of how the lord would forgive those who tried to turn themselves away from sin and temptation and how every person was born with the light of God within them, untainted and pure.

Those words made Drake feel as though his beliefs were validated as he had constantly been brought up to believe that there was good in everybody and that God rejected no one. A simplistic truth that should have been untarnishable...however...

It was in stumbling over some of the other information, or better to say 'comments' that others had made which left the teen frowning in confusion. The words which those who proclaimed to be avid members of the believer's in God had splattered onto the interweb were filled with so many vile contradictions that Drake almost felt as though he were being scoffed at for his tender convictions. The 'testimonies' left behind by those who had been 'saved' from lifestyles of sin and debauchery left a sour taste in Drake's mouth. Rereading them didn't help either, as it seemed as though those who had put their thoughts to letters were either very confused...or had issues that ranged much deeper than just moral conflicts. Not helping the matter were those people who claimed to be authorities of God's work claiming to know that the misguided souls who had fallen astray had just been led away by the devil and his ilk and needed to be brought back through faith and monetary donations to the cause of the Lord. The literally deluge of advertisements for holy products - oils, incense, healing kits, and visual media - were so great in number that Drake felt as though he were trying to be sold faith instead of being instilled with it.

Bypassing the sale's ads, the brown haired teen tried to do his best to look up the sins for which Pastor Cleric had spoken using mainstream archives reputed for defining terms and words based off of both classical and modern definitions. Again, Drake found himself utterly confused as many of the sins, by their meaning, seemed to change form to become more emotional with time. Words with meaning that sounded more like stated facts become metaphorical rhetoric that seemed to do more to condemn someone than they did characterise actions. The seven deadliest of sins seemed to be the more euphemistic of the group, the terminology so inflated with emotion and condemnation that it made Drake uncomfortable just to gloss over the meanings. The pictures that accompanied the words did nothing to make it clear to the brown eyed teen that the world wasn't filled with contradicting thoughts over the subject matter.

'But you have to love what the human mind can come up with, right?' The subtle *ding* sound made Drake jump just a bit, the instant messager coming up without the youth's notice.

'Hey Sammy. What are you up to?' Drake typed back, the seconds he had to wait made the teen wonder how the other even knew he was online since he was in invisible mode.

'Just sitting here planning this and that for my day.' The lackadaisical way that the words were constructed made Drake roll his eyes. 'Hey, I can see that!' Drake chuckled, the redhead seemed to know him so well that it was a wonder that the other couldn't read his mind or something. 'But what if I could read your mind! LOL!!'

'Stop doing that! It's weird! :P'

The two ended up bantering back and forth with each other for several minutes, Sammy seeming to love creeping Drake out with his almost prophetic words.

'Anyway, what were you really doing over there?' Drake thought for a moment before he shrugged.

'I was reading up on what Pastor Cleric taught to us today.'

'Oh really? Didn't know you wanted to look up information about demons and such, you being a good little sprite and all.' Drake groaned.

'I wasn't. You know demons are not to be talked about, let alone researched.'

'So why do preachers like speaking about them so much? ;)' Drake didn't know what to type to that.

A minute later Sammy typed something...

'Hey.'

'Hmm?'

'...I have something I want to show you Monday after school. You mind coming with me?'

It took Drake a moment to rattle his head for what the redhead could referring to before shrugging. 'Um...sure?'

'Cool beans! Bring your pocket change with you cause you're going to really dig it when you see it!'

'It?' Suddenly Drake didn't feel so sure about what his redheaded friend wanted of him.

'Don't worry about it! XD!' And then G.Psn signed off.

For a full minute Drake was left blinking in confusion as he stared at the blank messenger window in front of him. Once the feeling of shock had passed, along the trepidation that the other felt trying to gripe at his heart, the brown haired teen pulled himself away from the computer terminal. Giving himself a good stretch Drake nose consequently catching a whiff of his pungent stink. 'Time for that shower now.' Snickering and then lowering his arms, Drake made his way backwards through the hallway to the single bathroom his aunt's apartment supported. The rest of the day flew by without much activity after the teen finished his show; Aunt Anne woke up just after her nephew stepped from the shower, the older woman commenting on if he did what she had asked, getting a nod in turn from the brown eyed boy, before going to the kitchen to ready dinner. Drying and dressing and then waiting for the food to be cooked, Drake thought over everything that had happened today, most importantly he thought about what Sammy wanted before being called to the dinner table.

Dinner was chicken and cheese lasagna along with mash potatoes and biscuits. Drake and Anne ate mostly in silence, the pair thinking different random thoughts as the light from outside dwindled into darkness. Once the meal was finished Drake went to his room to gather the notes he had made, handing them over to his aunt upon his return. It was with quiet uncertainty that the young boy waited for the older woman's assessment of his work.

"Very good, Drake. God is pleased with you, and so am I." Anne's words caused the brown haired teen to gush a bit. "Alright, go and head and wash the dishes while I call your mom to see if she wants me to take you home tonight." Grabbing the used plates and utensils Drake headed off to do as he was told at the same moment Anne picked herself up and then headed for her room, the only phone in the house being within her room. Anne didn't believe in cellphone and only kept the computer because her sister refused to let her throw it out.

"Drake," Anne called out from her room ten minutes later.

"Yes, ma'am?" The teen stepped into the older woman's room just after tossing the drying towel onto the kitchen counter.

"Your mother says that's she's going to be getting in late tonight - your father won't be getting in from his overseas business trip until Thursday - and wanted to know if you felt safe staying by yourself should I drive you to her house."

"Sure!" Drake blinked the same as Anne, his reaction coming out so fast that the young man was almost sure that someone else had made the reply instead of him.

"Oh, ok then." Anne picked herself up from where she was on top of her bed, putting the receiver which she had in her lap next to her ear. "Annie? Can you hear me? ...oh, so you heard. Alright. I'll take him home. ...the key is in the flower pot?" Anne turned to look to her nephew, getting a nod from him in turn. "Ok. I'll have him home in a couple of minutes." Hanging the phone back into place Anne turned to look at the beaming Drake. "I'm surprised that you want to stay by yourself tonight."

"I want to see mom tomorrow! It's been a whole week, you know." Having a mother that worked long hours as an on call paramedic made it so that Drake was left with his aunt more than not - the teen's father usually being away across the ocean making multi dollar business decisions often left no one to watch over the teen - and while both parents routinely apologized for their absence in his life neither would allow the youth to be left by himself unless they were sure he wouldn't be alone for too long. It was very convenient that the couple had moved into a townhouse close to Anne, the older woman taking no mind to watching over her nephew since it allowed her the chance to have the son she would never be able to.

"Haha, that's fine." Anne made her way to her closet, grabbing her purse, which she had hung up before taking her nap, shuffling through the leather made bag for her keys to make sure that she had dropped them within. Sometimes Anne would let things like this slip, her fatigue from driving making it so that it was harder for her to recall small details. "Go and pack your bible and then..." Turning around the older woman found that her nephew had long since exited the room.

Five minutes later the two were driving down the darkened streets across the way to where Drake's parent's townhouse was located. Though the young teen could have walked the older woman agreed with her sister that it was best for Drake to be chauffeured back and forth, especially with the number of disappearances that had been occurring within the town as of late. Driving up into the driveway almost twenty minutes later Anne didn't bother to kill the engine as she watched Drake all but hop out of her Ford. Smiling ruefully as the brown haired boy made his way around the front of the still roaring vehicle, the older woman rolled down her window to allow her nephew to reach in and give her a hug.

"Now you remember what your mom and I told you, right Drake?" Green eyes bore deeply into the brown orbs which blinked back owlishly at her.

"Yes, Aunt Anne. Don't let anybody into the house," He began to tack off using the fingers of his left hands. "Don't answer the door for anybody. Make sure to keep the light in the hallway on. And if I hear anything that doesn't sound right get underneath the bed." The rules were simple enough for him to remember, yet it made Anne much happier to hear them spoken out loud.

"Ok then. Your mom will be home by eight, but she'll probably go straight to bed once she gets in. Can I trust you to get off to school by yourself?"

"Yes, ma'am." Drake nodded with honest sincerity.

"Good boy. Well, I'm going back home now. If you need me, call, understand?"

"I will, Aunt Anne." Another hug and then the brown haired teen turned on his heel to make his way towards the darkened front door of his home, grabbing the key underneath the second vase holding the lilacs within it in order to get inside.

When Drake inserted the key into the front lock and then turned it Anne felt a wave of relief overtake her as her nephew pushed opened the wood barrier, flipped his head to the side to look at her, and then lifted his hand to wave. "Make sure you say your prayers before you go to bed, Drake." Anne said, her voice holding a command for which made the other blush and then duck his head in embarrassment.

"I will!" And then the youth entered into his home, closing the door behind him after pulling himself completely inside.

It was only when the light of the living room came on, Drake's silhouette passing by the curtains of the front window that the older woman pulled off back onto the road. Had she stayed a bit longer Anne would have noted with some confusion as to why the shadow of her nephew seemed to stop and then turn as though watching her leave, despite the fact that the shadow's owner crept back to the front door, opening it and then waving to the back of his aunt's vehicle without her notice.

Nothing else happened for Drake once he returned inside. Having dressed inside of his a pair of loose shorts and plain white t-shirt after his shower there was little for the teen to take off as he made his way directly up to his room on the second floor of the house and then dove himself over and across his plush queen sized bed. Rolling around in the buff, an idle pleasure that the brown haired boy enjoyed when no one else was around, Drake gave a cheerful laugh as he realized that he was indeed home after so long. It took almost thirty minutes for the enthusiasm running throughout his mind to wane, in that time the teen yawned twice, nearly falling asleep on the spot, before he hesitantly pulled himself up and then went to his closet to pick out his school clothes for tomorrow.

Once Drake set his schoolwear onto the back of the only chair in his room which sat in front of his study desk he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. It was while scrubbing his molars that the brown haired boy began to what Sammy wanted with him after school tomorrow. The redhead was a total geek for horror and comic book villains, it was almost hard to believe that he was actually older than Drake with how childish Sammy could be at times. It didn't help that the number of times they were together the older boy tried to get drake into a number of weird and whacky things. The number of times that Sammy had sweet talked the brown haired boy into something he didn't want to do were so numerous that thinking back on them gave Drake a mild headache.

Finishing brushing his teeth the teen rinsed and then dried the sides of his mouth before heading to his bedroom.

'Guess I should stop worrying about it, huh?' A chuckle followed Drake crawling into bed, a prayer being said to the Lord before doing so, as per his aunt's request. Soon enough teen was humming a sigh as he drifted off into the land of dreams, his mind still spiraling slightly as he dreamed of things and places he wasn't consciously aware of.

Morning found Drake being awoken by someone rubbing along his head, the soft strokes rouse the youth as fluttering eyelids opened to find...

"Mom?" Drake asked sleepily, the blurry sight of the auburn haired thirty plus year old woman smiling tiredly down at him greeting the boy's sights.

"Wake up and get ready for school, Drake. I brought breakfast, so you won't have a reason to be late." And then the woman was out the door, heading off for her own room without a single glance backwards.

Drake was used to this kind of greeting so instead of being slightly put off the brown haired youth merely smiled before slowly pulling his covers off from around his pale form.

With the lifestyle his parents had chosen for themselves, working almost eighty hours a week, sometimes more for his dad who all but lived overseas, the most the young teen could hope for at times was a word of well wishes, a pat on the head, and food. Others thought that it was somewhat strange for him to be as friendly as he was, given that he didn't seem to have that much contact with his parents - most youth's in Drake's situation seemed to behave irrationally because of the absence of what some might call parental influence in their lives - but for the brown haired boy he was as stable, psychologically, as a rock. Much of that had to do with Anne's influence, but a lot more stemmed from Drake...just being much more mature than other boy's his age. This showed in how he got up from from bed, gave himself a good scratch across the groin, that area was starting to itch more and more lately, and then busily went about grabbing his clothes, throwing them on, and then heading downstairs to grab the breakfast his mother had brought for him. One egg and chicken biscuit sandwich later and the teen was out the door heading toward the bus stop.

"Hey, Drake." Sammy cheerfully called as he walked up to the brown haired boy. From the way he was slightly dragging himself about it would seem that the redhead had been up all night playing video games.

"Hey, Sammy, have a fun night last night?" Drake asked with a cheesy grin, the freckle faced boy gave his friend a sour look, the blue eyes of the other narrowed ever so slightly in warning.

"Sorry." The laugh made the apology sound somewhat facetious.

"Whatever, you're still coming with me this afternoon, right?" Drake gave the other boy a curious stare just as the bus came rolling up to the sidewalk.

"Um, yeah, but where are we going again?" Drake kept his eyes on his friend even as he walked up into the yellow vehicle, the bus driver barely barely either any attention as the older man's eyes remained focused on the empty road ahead.

"Somewhere cool." The doors closed a second after Sammy stepped fully into the interior of the bus. The two teens waved to their respective friends, being in separate 'clicks' Drake and Sammy didn't often hang in the same crowd. Heading to the back and then taking a seat their conversation continued all the way until the made it to Dackma Middle.

"Really?" Drake didn't know what to think about his friend's words since Sammy's version of cool usually equated to being strange, creepy, and too weird for words in Drake's book.

"Trust me."

"Ok."

The rest of the bus ride was spent making idle conversation with one another, both Sammy and Drake exchanging comments on how the rest of their Sunday went before the bus finally reached the school yard. Once they arrived at Dracma Middle the two got out along with the rest of the middle schoolers, made their way inside the somewhat dilapidated looking building, and then split ways to get to respective homeroom. Being older than him Sammy had an entirely different set of classes that he took than Drake, this was also another odd thing that made the friendship they shared so peculiar. One would think that since he was about to enter into high school next year Sammy would have forsaken the younger brown haired teen for a much older crowd of friends, but he didn't...for whatever reason.

Drake thought over what he would do with himself once his redheaded friend actually did go on to Alpha One High next year as the homeroom teacher droned on, calling names and writing them down so that the role could be taken accurately. He knew that the other boy would probably end up moving on and gaining new friends, that much was almost certain with how friendly Sammy was, but Drake wasn't sure what he would do with himself. Thirty minutes later the bell for first period rung. Heading out to his locker, pulling his books out with everyone in his class year Drake followed the path down the hallway to his English class, all the while thinking over his imminent future.

The rest of the day up until lunch was filled with a dull drudgery for which Drake found himself simply zoning in and out of. Mrs. Mckenzie, one of the teen's favorite teachers, seemed to do nothing more than blather on and on and on like some kind of out of tune trombone as the hour long class stretched towards the second period. The second class of the days passed like the first, Mr. Brandolf's lecture on the social policies of the nation being the same as Mrs. Mckenzie's boring droning on the proper usage of adjectives and proper nouns. The third hour and the fourth periods couldn't end fast enough before Drake was ready to get to the cafeteria to see Sammy.

"Hey, Drake," Sammy asked from where he walked up to the other boy from around the hallway. "Do you want to go now?"

"Go...where?" The brown haired teen looked to the other owlishly.

"To the place, you dolt." The redhead said while rolling his eyes.

"You know I don't like to cut class anymore." A slight shiver ran over the younger boy's frame as an unwanted thought came back to him.

"Heh, ok, but you better be ready by the time school let's out, otherwise I'm calling you a wuss for the rest of the school year." That was Sammy's trademark way for him to get his friend to do anything that the other thought wasn't right, and/or partially illegal.

"Fine." And then two walked to the lunch line together. Idle chatter passed between them as they tiptoed their way to the serving counter. Grabbing their food, today some kind of chicken-like substance was being served along with biscuits and gravy. Grabbing two trays and then getting their plates, the teens paid for their meals and then went to their respective tables.

The rest of the hour was spent conversing between their friends about this, that and the other until the time came to return to classes. At that point the day seemed to almost rush by until finally...

"Glad that's over with." Sammy stretched his arms like someone winding down from a drawn out exercise as he and his brown haired companion made their way out from Dracma Middle. The warm afternoon sun beat down on them, bringing with it relief from no longer having to be cramped and confined inside of the stuffy school behind them. "You ready to go?" Sammy asked as he turned to Drake, the older boy watching as the brown eyed teen seem to contemplate something.

"I guess." Drake whispered, his mind still unsure of his decision even hours after making it.

"Alright then!" Grabbing the other's arm, Sammy all but dragged his brown haired friend down the street towards the bus stop that which would take them to the big city just outside of town.

"We've got to catch the bus?!" The fear in Drake's voice made the redhead stop his speedy jaunt. Turning to look at the other,

"Yeah." Sammy slowly nodded his head, careful not to excite the already nervous looking teen anymore than he already was. "The place is the city and there's no way your aunt will take us where I want to go, so...yeah." Drake blinked, uncertainty nattering in the back of his mind like a curse as he began to worry his bottom lip. "Hey, it's ok." The redhead squeezed the other boy's hand, clasping his fingers tightly so as to show that the two of them were unwaveringly connected in this. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

Drake let his lips tug upwards into a small smile, his cherry lip, swollen just a touch from his incessant nibbling, was met by Sammy's own as the older boy conveyed his full feelings onto his younger friend.

"Wha..." Drake muttered once Sammy pulled back. The redhead said nothing, simply winking at the dazed teen before continuing to lead him forward.

The bus drove up to its stop several minutes later, the seventy-four, with its slightly aged looking outer shell of the vehicle making it look like some relic from before the turn of the century. The squeaking sound of the door opening, the sound raking across both boy's ears, made the entire scene feel somewhat surreal. Not that this stopped the two teens from climbing onboard, paying their fare, and then taking a seat in the front. The drive was made in somewhat near silence, the rumbling roar of the wheels meeting the pavement being the only noise that made any great impact on the pair, despite Drake's heart beating like crazy. Several dozen turns later, followed by six stoplight which seemed to hold forever, the bus entered into the city.

"Come on, old Mack should be open by now." Sammy cheerfully chirped after being let off in front of a large mall looking complex brimming with numerous cars within the surrounding parking lot. Drake didn't say anything, his mind was still too much abuzz with confusion for him to form a coherent reply. Instead, the brown haired youth nodded and then followed after the redhead around the side of the mall, down the street, over the bridge and then finally up the hill to where...a very creepy looking storefront was settled.

Drake wasn't sure what it was about the place that made him get the heebie jeebies, but everytime he came here a chill seemed to roll down his spine and then settle into the pool of his gut. The fact that shop in question was named the Hive Mind didn't help things. Knowing that any rebellious comments would brand him with the title of a wuss, Drake steeled his heart and then followed Sammy up the hill. The gnarled trees, twisted and deformed as though they had lived too long within the somewhat darkened area which seemed to outright reject the sunlight, gave the place the effect of almost being haunted.

The ringing of the shop's bell made Drake jump, his spine locking up for a second.

"Will you chill out already!" Sammy groaned, he hated it when the younger boy got so jittery.

"S-sorry, this place is just...weird." Looking around at the various pieces of apparel that were lining the walls, the number of products, some ranging from the strange to the erotic, always left Drake feeling as though they were calling out to him to do...something along the lines of sinful and/or unforgivable.

"Hey, Mack!" An older man with a balding scalp walked out from a door hidden by gaudy looking beads, his thick mustache and graying beard made him look like some kind of strange curator who belonged in a museum denoting antiques.

"What do you want, you little punk!" The older man growled, his beady black eyes narrowing dangerously as he watched the playful looking redhead saunter up to the front counter, Sammy's body language all but screaming his unbridled confidence.

"I'm here for that little bauble you were going to put up on sale this weekend." That made Mack's face twist into a smile, greed dancing freely within his eyes at the thought of making a sale so soon in the day.

"One second, boys." And then the man was gone, the sounds of shuffling could be heard as hands sought out something that seemed to be out of place. A few minutes later... "Here you are." Old Mack cheered, his hands holding onto a solid black book which looked reminiscent of a biblical manuscript...and yet not at the same time.

The sight of Drake's body rocking back and forth, as though the brown haired teen was going through a slight bout of epilepsy caught Sammy's eye. Reaching out to steady him, a slightly tanned hand wrapping around Drake's shoulder to give him silent strength, the older teen watched as his brown eyed friend blinked and then shook his head.

"You don't want it?" Mack sounded a mit bit disappointed, his gaze having caught sight of the strange boy's sudden spasm.

"N-no," Drake said, his voice quivering just as his body did a moment ago, though remained strong within itself, despite everything. "we'll take it."

"Good! The totally will be thirty-five seventy-five!" Mack was already making his way toward the cash register, his concern for the younger teen all but forgotten.

"Are you sure about this, Drake?" Sammy reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet, his credit card easing out from the brown leather by a simple index finger.

"N...no, but I'm not a wuss." The smile the brown haired teen gave to the redhead put a smile on Sammy's face.

"That atta boy!" Twenty minutes later, Sammy having grabbed two other purchases for his friend as a 'congratulations-for-not-being-a-totally-chicken-shit' gifts, the two boys set out from Hive Mind, their single mindedness to get to Drake's home so that they could read over the leather book all but driving the pair insane with excitement.

However, it was halfway to home while on the seventy-four that the two boy's plans were interrupted. A sudden ringing found Sammy reaching into his pocket to pull of his cell. Flipping the moblie open the redhead read over something, whatever it was Drake wasn't allowed to see, but soon a vicious snarl tore its way free of the older boy's throat. Snapping the device shut the older teen reached up, yanked on the bus cord and was soon making his way to the front. Drake had no idea what was going on, but even without saying anything he could sense that his friend was both not in a mood to share and almost at the edge of doing something violent as he walked out of the bus without even turning to give so much as a 'see ya' to the younger teen.

'I hope everything's ok.' Drake thought as the bus rolled on towards his area of town. Brown eyes watched as Sammy started to run down the street, the slim, almost lanky frame of the redhead disappearing as well worn sneakers ate up the distance between the other and his unknown destination.

Ten minutes later Drake stepped through his house, which unsurprisingly was void of any other occupants, the bag with his purchase clutched tightly within his hand. Making his way up to his room the brown haired teen set his items onto his bed, the heavy weight such a great burden a joy to be relieved of, and then went to turn on his computer, firing up the machine so that he could do his online homework. Once the monitor brought him to the menu screen Drake sighed before turning to look at his bed, his brown eyes looming over the black bag which held the forbidden items within their hold, tempting him to forsake everything without a single utterance being made. Drake tried not to think about how much he wanted to unclasp the lock that the tome was bound with, knowing well that he would only be disappointed after reading a few pages of some made up information by those looking to make a buck off of those people who were God's most loyal of followers.

'Heh, that sounds more like something Aunt Anne would say." Drake chuckled as he turned around, rolling his shoulders to the side to relieve some of the tension straining his muscles, and then threw himself fully into his schoolwork.

Time seemed to swiftly pass by as the sun made its journey through the sky, painting the vibrant world with a dirty shade of maroon before the brown eyed boy pulled his head up to break for the surface of reality. Eyes watery from the strain of trying to do his mathematics Drake finally gave up, shutting the educational program down with a defeated sigh almost two hours later.

'I'll finish the rest tomorrow morning.' He thought glumly, turning in his chair to stare at the forgotten purchase he had made earlier. 'I need to take a shower and then I'll get to that.' Drake nodded, his stomach choosing to let out a displeased growl at the exact moment the young teen squirmed out of his seat. 'Maybe I'll make something to eat, first, and then take my shower.' A second audible gurgling had the teen laughing.

Dinner was some leftover buffalo stew which was a day before reaching the point of being expired. Drake made a mental note to leave a physical note for his mom that she would need to go shopping before the week was out, otherwise there wouldn't be anything left for even a mouse to eat. Shaking his head, the young boy went to take his shower, folding his clothes and putting them into the laundry basket by the dryer before he did so. The feeling of hot water sluicing over himself, his naked frame writhing underneath the tingling spray brought a happy groan from the teenager, yet with it came idle thoughts that made Drake feel something...uncomfortable within his stomach.

'I wonder if Sammy's alright?' The redhead was still on the brown haired boy's mind, the pressing need to call his friend weighing heavily against his mind. 'Maybe I'll send him a text from my computer, just in case he's busy.' Sammy never explained much about himself or his family, the other being almost painfully tightlipped when giving out information that might even suggest that his kin were anything but regular, average everyday people. The fact that the redhead seemed to literally ooze money, his style of dress and ability to buy almost anything at any given moment attesting to the fact that he was well off, if not outright rich, made many at school jealous of him. Odd that the older boy chose to hang with the geeks and gothic crowd instead of the rich snobs that liked to hang around together like a pack of hyenas.

'I hope everything's ok.' That Drake didn't even know where the other lived could be called a small 'kink' in the bond of friendship the two shared, but the brown haired boy simply took it as information he would have to earn later on instead of it being about mistrust between the two of them.

Turning off the hot water and then stepping out of the bathroom, Drake chose to remain naked as he grabbed a towel from the laundry closet. Drying himself with rapid strokes, the teen immediately went to have a look at the book which was still patiently waiting for him. Popping open the clasp and then pulling aside the cover Drake made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat as he noted the words that sat before him.

"Herein this book features many depictions of art and literature for which is not suitable for minors. The authors take no responsibility for any and all persons who choose to view this manual of their own accord."

Drake wasn't sure what to say to that, that he felt as though he were reading the preview for an adult rated movie made the teenager shake his head ruefully before continuing on. Several minutes later, after dozens upon dozens of warning, Drake was all but ready to slam the book close, his nerves having grown thin from absorbing what seemed like nothing more than parental instruction to keep everyone and anyone away from the manuscript within his hands. It was after getting to the last of the warnings, which seemed to be written in an old style of english which seemed very reminiscent of a Shakespearian script, Drake finally got to the meat of his purchase...and nearly threw the book off his bed when he did so. The first picture inside of the biblical tome featured a woman bearing a snake around her shoulder, the viper, the animal not the woman, gazed longingly at Drake, its slitted eyes seeming to pierce him with an intensity that made the boy feel as though he were a bird about to be snatched up and devoured. That the black haired woman bore horns and wings only made the brown haired boy feel even more so like a scared rabbit than he already felt. Moving along with a shaky hand, the serpent seeming to leer at him as he did so, Drake went through reading the contents of the Dark Bible, finding himself more and more off put by the words which had been documented.

It seemed as though the book was something of a diary made to market revenue for some weirdo with a gothic fetish rather than a glorified stage prop. Several chapters were filled with nothing more than grotesque perversions of what was written within the Holy Book of the Lord, the text in the teen's hands even going so far as to make quotes from the original narrative, though putting a spin on the meaning to suggest that which should not have been. Drake's stomach felt queasy as he continued to read, the threat of his dinner piling back of his throat becoming more and more prominent as the boy read deeper and deeper into the black book. Words speaking on sexual acts with those of the same gender, of different species, and between those people who were already unionized with others seemed to litter the middle half of the publication. That there were pictures of women with goats and lions writhing together in sexual bliss only served to make Drake finally call a halt to his reading. Tossing the debased grimoire down onto the floor the brown haired youth ran to the bathroom, turned the shower back on the began to do some very dedicated praying as he asked God to forgive him from ever even getting the idea of thinking about wanting to such a vile and unscrupulous text.

Drake didn't return to his room for almost thirty minutes, the cold water of the shower not even enough to get the other to peek his head out from the washroom, yet when he finally did, returning to his room to grab the towel he had strung across the doorknob, the brown eyed teen found himself almost sneering implacably as he noted the 'book' laid open before him. Going over with righteous fury written tightly onto his features, Drake picked up the Dark Bible, ready to toss it straight out the window, when something...intriguing caught his eyes.

'Asélgeion?' Apparently the book had fallen open to a picture of something that looked that looked to be a cross combination of a winged reptile and pro bodybuilder. The creature was patterned with deep ebon scales which seemed to shine with a strange light, the glittering shimmer the artist had used to draw the monster with danced like starlight within Drake's brown orbs captivating him. That had to be the reason why it looked as though the monster was smirking at it for a moment before its beastly muzzle, narrowed slightly until it looked more like a beak of a bird, lowered back into a blank visage of boredom. Shaking his head to regain senses the teen looked over the draconic creature which stood on strong bipedal legs, surveying the long serpentine tail that snaked out from the back of its tight muscular behind, before noting the way the shapely thighs of the reptile leading up to...

"Whoa!" Drake felt a hot flush cover the bridge of his nose, his pale skin turning a bright rose pink as his eyes caught sight of the thick male flesh which dangled down in between the 'v' of the obviously male creature's legs. That twin orbs hung down within a pouch of black flesh only served to make something hot pool within the boy's stomach, the bubbling sensation that boiled within cause Drake's sex to rise up against the length of his lower stomach, the stiffness making the young man shift his legs together in an awkward way as embarrassment began to overwhelm him.

Again, there must have been something about the way the artist had drawn the dragon because for a split second Drake could again attest to the fact that the monster seemed to be smiling at him. The lewd sight of the pointed snout grinning, leathery lips tugging upwards to reveal sharp, bone shattering fangs, made the thirteen year old pull back and then blink wildly. A second of darkness followed with the draconic being looking to the side in disdain towards the unseen world around it.

'I must really be tired if I think I'm seeing a picture leering at me.' Looking in befuddlement at bottomless amber slit eyes Drake wondered what was going on.

'Asélgeion, god of lust.' Drake read off the title and description of the creature that stood on the yellowed page of the tome in front of him. 'A deity born from the primordial chaos that spurred with it the birth of the originals elements of all physical existence. While having been demonized within the current age there are none who can deny that these beings still reside within the hearts and minds of not only those who call themselves mankind, but also the beast of the land and sea.' Drake moved himself over to the bed and then sat himself down before continuing to read, 'Asélgeion is known as the brother of those other elements who have become perverted by those within enlightened age, his dominion over the sexual nature of the living has become a twisted mockery for which was once considered a prosperous necessity for all which live. Few temples and even fewer cults exist in worship of Asélgeion, however, for those who still wish to call upon he who is revered as the god fertile bounty...'

Just as he was about to read over this section...the phone rang.

Odd since Drake didn't have a phone in his room. 'Is it coming from mom and dad's room?' That was a distinct possibility as well as the fact that it was more than likely his aunt calling to check on him. Placing the book down, though leaving it open, the young man made his way out of his room and then down the hall never once acknowledging that the picture in the book seemed smirk again, Asélgeion's features turning almost predatory as his human-like maleness seem to throb and pulse in rampant excitement. That the room seemed to grow just a bit darker because of this was also lost on Drake, even after he returned from speaking to Anne, the young teen groaning in exasperation after reassuring the older woman that he was both alright and could handle being alone for tonight since his mother had reassured her sister that she would indeed be getting the next few days off this week to stay at home with Drake. Once back to reading over the Dark Bible Drake found himself more and more curious about the things that were detailed about Asélgeion.

Apparently the dragon was known for being both sexually aggressive as well as viciously protective of those who called upon him. There seemed to be something written in between the lines that pointed out to the beast being much closer to the incarnation of dignity and honour than his other 'brothers' but Drake thought he was just reading too far into things. Forgetting that for the moment, the young teen paid special note to something much more interesting...

'In order to summon the physical manifestation of Asélgeion one must show honor to this deity by adorning themselves in cloth made for a priest while standing on consecrated ground with water blessed by divine right and a flame which burns hotter than the passion of a man's spirit. After bringing these elements together one must offer themselves over to their own lusts while calling for he who would be its master.'

Drake didn't know why this part seemed to be of any great interest to him, his religious mind admonishing him for even contemplating such blasphemous ideas, but something...quieter made the teen wonder what would happen if he did cross the threshold into the realm of dark and forbidden realm. More than likely it was his rebellious teenage nature rising up after having been grounded down by a decade of constant abuse by his aunt's constantly hammering religious doctrine into his fledgling psyche. The raw need to do something that went against the grain had the brown haired boy literally licking his lips in anticipation at the idea of doing something so naughty.

'I think Aunt Anne gave me some holy water for my birthday last year, and I know dad keeps some matches around for whenever he smokes those cigars he keeps underneath his and mom's bed. But would my church clothes count as a substitute for a priest's cloth?' Drake wasn't sure, not knowing if being ordained within the order of God was specifically necessary for this little experiment of his. Looking back at the book, his brown eyes glowed with excitement as he watched Asélgeion leer at him in obvious want, the dragon's wings seeming to almost flap behind him as the black beast gave the youth a comehiter look, Drake cast caution to the wind and jumped off of his bed to go and get everything. That he had never once let the Dark Bible go, carrying it underneath his arm as he ran from room to room, his naked frame slipping like a ghost though the darkness of the two story house, went totally missed by the almost wild eyed teen. By the time he had dressed himself and then gathered up the items he needed Drake had just enough sense of mind to grab the key to the house his mother kept for him on the keyring in the kitchen before charging out of the house towards the local church just down the street.

Because the moon was half full the young teen was able to make his way up to the darkened area surrounding the church without much incidence, the street lights seemed to be out for some reason, however...

'Is anyone really going to let me in here to do this?' Drake murmured as he held his knuckles five inches from the thick wood of the church door. Of course the building was closed, worship being set on Tuesday and Thursday evening and all of Sunday meant that there was no one was there to question the brown haired boy, a blessing in itself because there was no way Drake was going to be able to explain himself to anybody about what he was currently planning to attempt. 'Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea, after all?' Fear made its home within Drake's stomach, uncertainty strangling the life out of the courage and exuberance the teen once felt.

The sound of a metallic lock being turned caused Drake to jump slightly. Yet when the door to the church pushed forward into his hand Drake nearly fled back home in terror.

'Maybe...maybe this is a sign from God?' That was the only thing that made sense in the teenager's mind as he took hold of the handle, pulling it towards him and then slipped through into the darkened sanctum.

Walking inside Drake tried not to think of how spooky the interior of the holy place was, the halfmoon's light on shining in through the stained glass upon the pews and carpeted floor brought with it an almost ghostly aurora for which caused a shiver to race its way down the youth's spine. Shaking his head to calm himself, Drake walked steadily through the vacant building, his steps growing more and more firm as he realized that there was nothing here for him to fear. Once he had gotten up onto the stand where the pastor would normally preach from Drake stepped up next to the podium he set the Dark Bible down, along with the vial of water and the matches and then went to go grab a candle from off of the wall, saying a silent prayer of thanks in payment for that which he was taking.

'Ok, last chance to get out of this.' The idea of what might occur if he got caught should someone randomly walk in made Drake's heart nearly burst from his chest. Closing his eyes and clutching the candle to his chest Drake turned and then returned to the podium.

Reaching for the matches, fumbling somewhat in the dark until his fingers crossed over the tiny box, the teen pulled out one, struck it, and then pressed the hissing flame against the wick. Once the surrounding area was cast alit by the crimson glow Drake opened the tome, flipped through the pages until he got to where Asélgeion's page was settled, and then began to read.

'Fill with water a container made sacred through blessings and call to the incarnation of desire through the chant which has been written within.' Looking around Drake managed to find an old lamp within the hollow of the podium. Pouring the holy water within the teen read aloud the chant which was underneath Asélgeion's picture...

"Oh Asélgeion, mighty and lustful warrior of the dark. Show me how to use my body and heart."

Silence greeted the brown haired boy and then moments later...

...nothing happened.

Drake opened his eyes, having closed his brown orbs as the anticipation swelled within his heart to the point where it began to flutter like a hummingbird's wings, a frown marring his features. He should have known better, really he should have, but faintly the boy had hoped that something, anything, would have occurred. Disappointment made Drake bow his head, the onset of tears threatening to flow down the side of his eyes before something caught his attention,

'Oops.' Drake muttered, noticing that he missed something vital within the ritual. 'In order to complete the calling one must spill seed upon Asélgeion's flesh before the deity shall appear before them.' Drake scratched his head, wondering what seed was needed since he hadn't thought to bring any kind of food with him. And then he kept reading. 'Turn to page 626 for how to spill one's seed for Asélgeion.' A question make could almost visibly be seen hovering above Drake's head as he flipped through the book to the specified page.

And what he saw made the boy gasp.

The sight of various young men, looking almost exactly like himself, writhing along the pages of the book, their naked bodies caught within the throes of pleasure as their hands and fingers stroked along nubile flesh, splashes of what looked to be some unknown fluid spraying out from the tips of the long poles in between their legs. Page after page, as Drake found while surveying the wordless visions of debauchery, were filled with numerous expressions of male ecstasy. The various ways that many of the young men were positioned looked to be almost impossible to physical by all laws of logic Drake possessed, yet seemed quite natural to those taking position. The numerous boys seemed to be caught within a pleasure that was almost indescribable to the somewhat innocent youth's mind, however his body seemed to not mind the bouts of fornication taking place. That his left hand moved down towards his groin, his deft fingers stroking over the bulge trying to swell within the confines of the black material hugging the teen's thighs.

'D-does the book mean that I should...' Drake was filled with too much awkwardness to even finish what he was thinking. Yet that didn't stop him from reaching for the for his belt, tugging the leather to begin unbuckling the clasp.

A few minutes later a naked shamefaced Drake was sitting crosslegged onto the floor, his slim body covered with a light sheen of sweat as his blood pumped like a wildfire within his veins, the rush enough to make the teen somewhat dizzy as he lowered his left hand back down to his now fully hard six inch circumcised maleness. A tentative stroke followed with another, the spark of pleasure the young man felt being good enough to encourage him to roll his fisted palm up and down against his straining length again and again and again. The moans that Drake released sounded much the same as one who was experiencing a rapture the same as something divine. Moving his right hand down to where his peach pit sized testicles hung quietly in between the shadow of Drake's crotch, the young boy disturbed the hairless orbs as he gave them a soft, playful tug. A feral yip shot out from the teen's lips after pulling down too hard, but that was easily rectified by Drake softening his touch as he caressed his fingers around the two spheres, stimulating them enough to actually cause his backside to buck upwards just a touch.

"Ahahahhh..." Drake wasn't sure if he were expressing a moment of bliss of suffering as he continued to pump himself over and over again, this being his first attempt at masturbation left the teen without a sense of certainty after all. However, upon feeling his cock pulsing in between his grasp, something wet and slimy pooling up out of the slit on his mushroomed head, Drake came to accept that what he was doing was really, REALLY good.

That he was no longer paying any attention to the book in front of him, or to the candle which was starting to run out of wax as the flame dropped down to the halfway mark of the melting tallow, seemed to attest to the fact the brown haired youth was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. Yet the most peculiar thing to happen through the moments that Drake was pleasuring himself came not from the human, but from the book itself. The pages flipped themselves back towards the beginning of the tome, the subtle hiss of the paper gliding over itself making an unconscious chill run up throughout Drake's spine, before finally the page which boasted Asélgeion's picture. It might have been a trick of the faint light, but had he looked down to see him, Drake would have been hard pressed not to admit that the dragon...seemed to be smirking back at him once again.

Lolling his tongue out from in between his lips, the pale skinned teen grunted when the satisfaction of playing with his nuts no longer appealed to him, his mind too far gone to even remotely care about the being who seemed to be leering up at him. Running a single finger up through the line of his chest, the brown haired teen began to softly stroke his pectorals, tugging at his left then right nipple as he did so.The hot sensation that came from his body reacting accordingly only served to make Drake pump at himself just a little bit faster. Screwing his eyes shut as he sucked his lower lip in between his teeth, the brown haired boy didn't know how anything could feel so wonderful at the same time it drove him so far into the arms of madness. His left hand was like a blur as it pounded against his hardon. The weeping tip seemed to be oozing with precum so thick now that trials of the slick substance welled out and then down the sides of Drake's hand onto the floor. The heady scent of the boy's musk and sweat, like a potent honey, wafted around the church until it became a fog of lust which could almost be visibly seen.

Drake whimpered as he felt something tightening within his guts. His toes had long since curled into the pads of his feet while his toenails bit into the thick flesh hard enough to leave half moon shapes, the threat of them cutting through seeming to grow more and more imminent by the moment as the boy began to visibly shake with pleasure. Back shuddering trembles caused Drake to moan like a beast calling out for salvation as his fingernails scratched at his dime sized nipples, the spark of pain adding just enough zest to the testosterone coursing through his blood causing the youth's breathes to come out like hard pants as Drake released his lower lip from in between his teeth. It was with a loud shout that the boy came for the first time in his life. The impact of all of his bodily functions ceasing for a split second as his cock twitched and then throbbed before exploding with his seed onto the floor beneath him caused Drake to yelp as his heart froze for a split second within his chest. Eyes rolling up into his head, Drake couldn't stop himself as the second, third, fourth onto his fifth shot of cum blasted out from manhood, the feeling of euphoria so extreme that it made the youth black out.

Silence took command over the church after the sixth spray of ejaculation coated the book in front of the brown haired teen. That the candle up above, which looked to almost be ready to die a silent death, shot straight into the air went totally missed by Drake as the boy's body tried to restart his various mental and physical systems. However, even in the midst of his unconscious haze the young man shivered in response to the happening which took place directly in front of him.

The first event to transpire was the white dribbles of Drake's cum began to bubble and then absorb into the page like water into a sponge. However, the sight of the slightly yellowed pages turning white couldn't compare to the surreal sight of a large black hand ripping upwards from the book. The claws of the appendage hooked into the space in front of the still out of commission Drake pulling with it more of itself which seemed to be connected to an equally ebon arm. A second hand followed with another arm drawing upwards into the darkened room of the church. Once the two anchors were set into place the hands rolled to the side and then clenched downwards. A tight flex later brought with it a familiar beak followed by a scaled pair of fins and then a black draconic head. Soon after a long neck rose forward along with a muscular pair of shoulders and arms. How this was all happening was scientifically impossible to say but as the draconic creature continued to pull itself up and then out of the book its impressive visage brought with it a massive chest, slim but toned torso, plump tail and then a tuat pair of buttcheeks. All were covered by onyx scales, the gleaming plates shone in the firelit so beautifully that had he been awake Drake would have been hard pressed not to drop his jaw in awe, especially when the reptilian beast's midsection shimmied up and out of the binding which held onto the dragon. An impressive human-like shaft, complete with the mushroomed head, eased northward, the hard flesh dripping with gelatinous secretion so potent that the sauce actually steamed as it dropped onto the wood of the floor underneath the dragon. When the creature's rock hard thighs and legs were more than halfway out of the book the reptile raised one of his hands to his knee, pulling his left then right foot out as though dragging himself out from a cloying pool of mud. It was only when the dragon had fully revealed himself to the world, his frame rocking back and forth as though the beast was just waking up from a long dream filled slumber. Twin wings spread out from its back, the leathery appendages knocking over the podium as though it were a pillow, throwing with it the candle that had been quietly resting on top of it as the dragon let out a beastly yawn of exertion. It was by grace and mercy that the candle didn't ignite the room into a burning fireball, but oddly enough the flame seemed to have gone out at the same moment the dragon flapped his wings.

"Well that was fun." A deep, baritone voice called out within the darkness, golden eyes glittering with gloom as they trailed left and right, observing the inner sanctum for which their owner had been resurrected into. "Not surprising that there are no priests or oracles here to praise my return." The slight hint of want lingered within the black scaled creature's voice would have made one curious as to the beast's concerns, however a grutal growl brought with it a wave of a hand, the lights within the building flickering on in response to the gesture. "Now, let's see what we have here..."

The dragon folded his wings against his back, the leathery extensions almost disappearing as they nestled themselves into place as the masculine creature lowered turned and found,

"A...boy." Disbelief literally drooled from the other's snout as golden orbs blinked in astonishment. "This is it? One kid?" Rage began to course through the dragon's body, his muscles flexing in a dangerous way before he calmed himself. "Okay, in retrospect it could have been worse. It could have been another old mage looking for immortality." That one time he had been summoned by an elderly male with a flowing white beard looking to escape death still haunted Asélgeion to this day. "Yperopsíon's gonna have a good laugh about this one." The black dragon chuckled darkly as he imagined what his brother was going to say when he heard about this one.

It was during his musing, clawed hand reaching up to cover the front of his face as he caught himself between laughing and howling in indignation, that the winged reptile failed to pay of attention to the one before as dark brown eyes opened. Confused, blurred vision forced the young boy to blink away the film covering them, however, once he did so what the human saw made him drop his hand from off of his slightly dribbling cock and then jump back with a startled scream. Asélgeion was in motion before he even knew what was happening. Tail snapping out and wrapping around the screeching thing in front of him, the black scaled beast raised the diminutive weight of the human up and then slammed it down. The cry of shock was followed by a whimper as the boy found himself in pain like no other.

"Don't try and run," Asélgeion chuckled as he looked down upon the slim framed child. "Dragons like to chase their prey before eating them and you wouldn't want me to gobble you up, right?" Brown eyes opened hesitantly, a quiet squeak easing out of from trembling lips. "Hmm, you seem to actually have a brain in your head, unlike so many others who call out to me." The dragon cocked an eyebrow, or rather eyebridge, as he looked the naked human with a calculating eye. The small frame, packed with muscles that had yet to develop but would one day grow into something very impressive made Asélgeion grunt in approval. Lowering his beaked snout, a serpentine tongue slipped out from the black maw filled with impressive silver fangs. The boy yipped at the sensation of the slightly hot organ slipping down and around a nipple, the flexible piece of flesh seemed to tug at the small nub before trailing up and then over the opposing pebble. "Very nice," Asélgeion hummed in appreciation. "Right on the cusp of manhood and yet innocent enough to search out the darker side of life. Hahaha, how delicious." Glittering amber iris danced merrily as the draconic beast sneered playfully down at the human. "Now then, who are you?" It was the seriousness of the question that made the teen realize that an answer would be very prudent to give.

"Dr-Drake. My name is Drake Nogard." The dragon's eyes widened at that, something indescribable flickering through his mind before he shooed whatever it was away.

"That's quite amusing to hear you say, human." Asélgeion whispered, his voice brushing across Drake like an intimate kiss. "Well my name is too complicated for you to properly pronounce with that feeble throat and mouth of yours, I'll change that soon enough, but you can call me Asélgeion, god of lust. Or master, whichever will make me happier in the end." The cough-like laugh brought with it a deep confusion within Drake. "Nevermind. Now then, what do I do with you?" The dragon asked as he leaned down to sneer playfully within the human's face

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Panic overtook Drake as his brown eyes locked onto the black beast which loomed over him.

"Uh, hate to tell you this, kid, but I don't think he's going to be helping you tonight." The mirth coloring the dragon's voice brought with it a hard look from Drake's face. "What? You call up one god and think another one is going to get involved when things don't go the way you want? Sorry to break this to you, but that doesn't happen. Well, not often." Asélgeion shook his head. "In retrospect, a lot of what you believe in is shit anyway, let me just tell you, but then again...you had to have known that anyway seeing as you brought something good little boys would never so much as look at, let alone touch." Another lick found itself being pressed against the side of the boy's throat, "Besides, you like the darker side of existence, don't you, Drake?" Another sweep of the reptile's thin tongue brought with it a heartfelt moan from the shuddering teen. "You like the spice of forbiddenness that comes from doing something naughty, admit it." Hot huffs blew free from the youth's lips at the same time eyes slid to half mast. "Part of you would like to think that this place holds some sacred meaning, that it somehow makes you sanctified to be here, but, reality check, it doesn't." The dragon hissed into Drake's ears, a small nuzzle made the teen spread his legs, his six inch cock growing firm in between his legs once again as lust burned through his mind. "Places such as this, blessed by the earth mother herself, are home to all manner spirits. Your god just circumvented most of them for himself, but by calling to me here and now you've given me the hour to lay claim to it, and you, little hatchling." Asélgeion nipped at the side of the pale skinned youth's neck, the darkening of the flesh as blood welled underneath the skin brought a perverted smile to the dragon's snout.

"Ahhh, god!"

"Asélgeion. For tonight, I'm your new god, Drake." The dragon growled into the boy's ear.

"Y-you're..." Drake tried to think of something to say. A shout of defiance, or even a single word of resilience to the beliefs he had been instilled with for most of his life, however nothing came. Asélgeion's presence seemed to overwhelm the boy forcing all of his desires to swallow what few thoughts he was able to form.

"Say it. Say my name, hatchling." The black dragon whispered with an intensity that made the teen whimper in submission.

"As-Asélgeion." A silence filled the church before the lights dimmed and then shut off leaving the room within a deep gloom.

"Good boy." The depth of the reptile's voice dropped so deep that Drake felt like he would drown within it. Black beast's leathery wings spread out wide, a blast of cool air knocked against everything sending the church pews down below sailing over onto their sides with a loud crash as the Asélgeion lifted his head high to warble out a deep groan of pleasure.

By the time the lights flickered back on Drake wasn't sure what had happened but he was sure that the creature in front of him had almost doubled in size. Everything about the dragon, from his already massive arms, chest, and legs seemed to have plumped wide enough that the black beast's form now literally blanketed the boy where as before the dragon was simply the size of a very large man.

That no one outside bothered to check on the church, despite the lights shining through the open windows was a small miracle in itself, especially as the rising waves of moans which poured out from both Drake and Asélgeion began to grow steadily louder and louder. It was almost as if some supernatural force was keeping others at bay, but seeing as the black dragon was so occupied with his charge it was a sure thing that Asélgeion was taking no part in keeping any other humans from interrupting the proceedings between himself and Drake. Yet the random drunk who passed by on his way to his favorite sleeping spot found himself backpedaling very, very fast as he noted something with ruby colored eyes shining back at him from the darkness. The outline, of which he could barely see even with his dimmed vision and the light from the shining half moon, seemed to suggest that the thing was vaguely reptilian in design, though from the size of it's metaphorical head the thing had to have been as tall as an alligator as those blood red orbs rose to stare at the man intently. When silver flashed just underneath the eyes which narrowed at the man the drunk turned on his heel and then bolted as though his life depended on it, sure that he had seen what looked like twin rows of glittering fangs poised directly at him.

"Ohhh, yeah, doesn't this feel good!" Asélgeion's said as long spiked tail beat against the floor, the dent that was left behind was proof that the beast's strength had more than quadrupled from the prayer he had just received. "Not as great as when I had my host of worshippers, but one can't ask for much considering how screwed this world had probably become since those forgotten days." The dragon muttered underneath his breath before a shake of the head brought him back to his current reality. "Now then, hatchling, I think it is time to reward you for your devotion to your lord." A snap of clawed fingers brought with it a light rain of something slick and wet down onto Asélgeion's backside, the gentle touch caused the dragon to growl a purr into Drake's neck, the dangerous fangs of the beast promising something brutal should the human do something the reptile didn't like. Before he could bring himself to care about this fact the first touch of the substance which was now completely coating the dragon's backside dripped onto the Drake's body.

"Ahhhh!" The heat was a shock to the boy as was the tender stroke which the dragon playfully placed upon his lower abdomen.

"Such a pretty sound you made, hatchling. Do it again." The command was met with a steadfast reply as Asélgeion's talons gently pricked against the flesh of the human's chest which slowly became coated in the oil which the dragon has summoned from the everafter. "Good boy."

And then a slow lick washed its way over and across the young man's chest.

Drake couldn't help himself as his body sprang forward, his diminutive, in comparison, form smacking solidly into the dragon's snout. This got a chuckle out of Asélgeion. Twinkling golden orbs watched in amusement at how sensitive the little worshipper was, it had been a long time since the black dragon had had someone so young come to him. The god-beast wondered if his boy was a squeaker. A flip of his thin tongue along the pale length of the teen's throat brought with it a keening moan. 'Hmm, not there,' The black reptile thought, somewhat displeased by the fact that Drake's neck didn't garner him the sound he wanted to hear. Taking his disappointment in stride the god-like being placed more and more feathery soft touches along the length of the youth's collarbone on up to the sides of his cheeks. More and more quiet croons slipped out from Drake's throat, each one bringing with it a pleased hum from the dragon, but still not bringing forth the right sound that would...

Drake yipped, a small, shrill sound after the talented tongue whipping him pressed against the hollow of his armpit.

'There we go!' Asélgeion thought with more than a little pride. Another flick. Another meep. The interplay of flesh against flesh brought with it more whispered calls from Drake, the boy unconditionally giving himself to his draconic master without having to make any lofty promises of devotion. For his sacrifice Asélgeion continued pleasuring the little human as the oil up above steadily drizzled down onto the both of them. "But I want more." Asélgeion thought, greed for his new acolyte's flesh spurning him on in ways that were almost scary to the god-beast.

The burning heat of the beast's muzzle rolling across Drake's chest and nipples made the the boy groan while humping himself forward, his lower half pressing flush up against Asélgeion's groin igniting an explosion of sensual delight between the both of them. The heavy feel of the dragon's massive shaft, the weight so thick that it made the teen's lower half feel electrified every time the draconic creature pumped his muscular thighs forward, had the brown haired teen literally hissed between his teeth as his mind told him in no certain terms that the bigger male above him was going to be spearing that firm weight into his body soon enough.

The steady images of Asélgeion bending him in half, black wings spread wide while the reptile's tail slammed against the hardwood underneath them, body rocking in restless passion as the larger male spiked his dick into him again and again and again until he was left drooling for more, had Drake both whimpering and blushing in eager anticipation. Where all of these dirty images were coming from, and why he felt so aroused by them even though before today he had technically been a lifelong virgin, the teenager wasn't sure, but he couldn't say that he regretted the rising tidal wave of want which filled him. If anything Drake was almost at the edge of madness as he blinked unfocused eyes up at his new lord, innocent glimpses of the smirking black dragon staring boldly back at him caused the youth nod his head in acceptance of what the other was doing, even though his permission hadn't really be asked, nor required for the proceedings which were soon to follow.

They did get a throaty purr out of the dragon, though.

"Hmm, you are definitely a delectable little thing, my worshipper, but I think you're lacking in certain social skills." The deep baritone voice of the dragon pulled Drake up from the daze he found himself drowning within, the brown eyed youth shook his head, blinking to bring the world into full focus.

"Huh?" It was the most intellectual thing the boy could think to mutter as his brain continued to roll around inside of his skull, his thoughts all a jumble and yet seemed to be focused onto the fact that his cock felt like it was about to exploded while his stomach was tightening to an almost painful level as desire spread throughout his lower regions without pause.

"Haha, greedy little one, taking all the pleasure for yourself and yet not giving any in return." Asélgeion's words made no sense to Drake, though a seven forty-seven driving up to the side of the church would have been just as equally confusing to the boy in his current state of mind.

"I don't..." Drake tried to mumble but the useless words were silenced by a glossy black finger, the talon attached to it poking the boy into the nose for emphasis.

"Don't try to speak, hatchling, your mouth has better uses I can think of than making silly mouth noises." And then the dragon shifted, his entire form moving like rippling black water as he pulled his human up and then into his lap, all while Drake was staring up at him with a blank, owlish look on his features. By the time the human realized which way was up the brown haired youth found himself in Asélgeion's lap, the reptilian beast having crossed his legs together to give Drake a comfortable place to sit while his long snake of a tail curled up and against the back of the boy's pale, sweaty spinal column. "Now then, why don't you do something to show me how you appreciate my being so thoughtful towards you. I have, after all, given you a place which many would kill to be in, if they ever earned such a favor from me." Which was true in a way; there were dozens up dozens of worshippers in the past who would do the most unscrupulous of things just to be able to be within the shadow of their god's lap as Drake was now. The times when mortal will was easy enough to subjugate in favor of promises of powers, wishes of the most obscene nature to be filled at the dragon's whim, flickered through Asélgeion's mind and the black wyrm couldn't help but let out of bitter chuckle as he recalled those most sensuous of days.

Drake blinked once and then twice, his mind still on autopilot as he gazed longingly up at the black reptile before some spark of awareness hit him. Or it might have been the tip of Asélgeion's tail against the back of his head. The jury was still out on that one, but it didn't matter for soon enough the boy had himself pressed flush up against the dragon's thickly muscled torso, his pale skinned nose digging into the hard, diamond hard scales that patterned the god's chest and torso. "That's it, hatchling, show me your devotion so that I can continue to adore you." Drake blushed, the purring tone of the older creature's words sent hot trails of fire down into his groin.

Pressing himself up into the black dragon's chest as much as was allowed, Drake found himself breathing in the warm scent which Asélgeion exuded. It was a strange, the odour which permeated the human's senses, like a strange combination of a deep spice and a sweet musk. Wet earth after a rainstorm was the only way Drake could describe it without racking his brain for every small flavor or taste which had crossed his tongue. The fact that the reptile's heavy odor was being intermingled with the familiar stench of male sweat only made the boy feel more excited as he opened his mouth to press a feather lite kiss over the beast's abdomen. Asélgeion growled, his entire body shuddering from the sensation of the child's gentle touch. The tail tip pressed leisurely against the back of Drake's head shoved the other forward just a little more intently upon the human moving his lips over along the side of the dragon's pectorals. The silent instruction was met with a hum of understand as Drake began to worry Asélgeion's scaled flesh with his tongue, the brown haired teen going so far as to lightly nibble along the softer areas of the black beast's upper torso eliciting a delightful moan from the other in the process.

Asélgeion's couldn't stop himself as he spread his wings fully behind his back, the leathery extensions creating a dark shadow over both their owner and the human, engulfing the pair within a protective cloak for which nothing could separate them. In the deep gloom Asélgeion's golden orbs shone like twin suns as he watched his devotee administer unto him quiet praise with his lips, nose, and teeth, the boy going so far as to silently chant prayers of submission over and over again up to the powerful dragon, if only in his head. The mental reverberance hit Asélgeion so hard that every voiceless syllable made the god-like creature swell with both pride and adoration for his little charge. Already he could see himself keeping the little one next to him on a short leash, plans formed like storm clouds across the ocean as Asélgeion mentally visualized himself using Drake over and over again, feeding from the boy's lust while instilling a cornerstone of power for himself within the mortal world. That he would forever keep the other in his bed, shackled and chained by the finest of silk while he rutted the other for all of eternity only made the dragon shiver with glee. Not helping the situation at all was the fact that his massive tool, not to mention the prodigious sac of flesh housing his twin orbs, began to throb with restless need right next to the brown haired teenager's own demure manhood.

Letting his eyes roll down the boy's lanky franky for a moment to the somewhat impressive looking shaft the human possessed, Asélgeion reached a hand down, ever mindful of his the serrated edges of his ivory claws, and then began to palm both his and the human's cock. The first stroke of his hand brought a hiss from both Asélgeion and Drake, the two almost synchronizing themselves mentally with each other as tingles of pleasure ran up and down the course of their backsides. The second stroke forced the teen to pull himself away from where he had been currently chewing along the underside of the dragon's left shoulder blade, his body going white hot with pleasure as Drake felt his tailess hole clench and flex while the creature before him pumped at his drooling erection.

"That's good," Asélgeion whispered, his voice so dangerously low that it was hard to tell that he was making out actual words instead of merely hissing like a viper. "So responsive. You've never done anything with this nice piece of masculinity before today, have you, hatchling?" Drake tried to respond, he really did, but the words refused to come from his lips. His throat felt like it was more barren than a forgotten desert, his tongue stuck onto the bottom of his mouth as though it had been glued into place. Brown eyes expanded and then contracted as though they Drake were trying to look at something beyond the realm of the living as he fell headlong into the black dragon's shining irises. "I can still make others lose themselves with just a single touch, huh? Haha, looks like Yperopsíon was wrong about the centuries dulling our abilities, or at least mine anyway." Drake hadn't the foggiest clue as to who the dragon was speaking on about, had he the boy would have been hard pressed not to shudder for a wholly different reason than that of his current lover of the hour now using his other hand to knead both of their nuts together.

At some point, neither could say for sure, both the youth and the beast found their respective mouths pressed into each other, Asélgeion's beaked snout being forced to the side so that he could properly swab his tongue along the inside of Drake's maw, the reptilian creature going so far as to even taste the other's tonsils as he did so.

Chest heaving from the feel of his mouth being plundered, his own tongue no more than rolling across the much more dexterous organ which twisted and turned, coiling and snapped against the inside of his mouth, Drake gagged for a split second as the much thinner tongue dipped down too far inside of his throat; fear that he'd choke forced the boy to pull back some. It was his slight hesitation that made the dragon cease what he was doing, amber eyes turned down in worry as the deity gazed over his little charge. Brown eyes looked up, smiling gaily, before Drake pressed himself back into the reptile's snout. Asélgeion could have been knocked over with a feather at that point. He'd never have expected one so young to so quickly ready himself more of what he had to offer, usually such young acolytes were very hesitant to allow themselves to swim within the waters for which Asélgeion called home after being taken out too far, but not the little hatchling.

'Perhaps...I can go further?' Asélgeion knew that one day he would bed and then breed Drake hard, leaving the other a mess of seed and sweat and musk for which anything with a nose would know who the other belonged to, but the dragon always thought that that day would be in the distant future. However, as he nipped down onto the teen's tongue with his playful fangs, ever mindful that one misstep would leave the other unable to form coherent words, Asélgeion found out just how eager his charge was as Drake pressed his own teeth across his tongue in turn. Of course the much more blunted molars were not able to harm him, what with his own rubbery tongue absorbing the youth's teasing bite as though it were a puppy chewing at his big toe, yet it proved to the god-beast that Drake was one who wanted to test the limits of his own boundaries.

Stroking his fingers across the turgid shafts within his hold, Asélgeion felt that Drake's body wouldn't be long in reaching climax and yet this didn't stop Drake from keening low inside of the wyrm's muzzle as he felt his groin tighten, the pre-seed which he had been drooling onto the outer rim of Asélgeion's hand now pouring out like a fountain as his balls went into overdrive. Clenched eyed missed out on the sight of the black dragon's own golden orbs gleaming and sparlking with an ethereal light at the same time the florescent bulbs illuminating the church began to grow dim. The twitching of Asélgeion's wings as they began to sweep backwards and then forwards brought forth a calming wind which swept across Drake's overly hot body, however the billowing breeze did nothing to silence the roar of the young boy's blood as his heart hammered inside of his chest like a out of control engine. The feel of Asélgeion's tail coiling around his throat, lifting his chin up just as the dragon pulled his lips back to break the kiss they both shared, made Drake groan while humping his loins forward into his lover's talented fingertips. The black beast uttered nothing, words unnecessary as he surveyed his charge from top to bottom, noting the reddening of the other's pale skin as Drake gave himself over to lust unbridled.

Unspoken thoughts and feelings took control of the dragon as he let his body do the work his brain had been in charge of. His palm squeezed and pressed down, mashing both his and the teen's meat together, the dragon's much larger cock almost completely dwarfing Drake's own as the jerking mass of draconic flesh grew ready to release that which was being massaged within the reptile's balls. Moving the hand he had wrapped around the four orbs pulling tight in between their respective owner's legs, Asélgeion reached over to drag Drake into himself, the burning sensation of the teen's hot flesh somewhat branding the youth into the god as Asélgeion leaned down to whisper something within the human's ear.

Drake came without pause after the last unintelligible syllable was spoken.

The cry that the boy released was so loud that it only matched in intensity his explosion of semen as the six inch stick of flesh swelled and then spout out long arching ribbons of male cream. Asélgeion was slow to follow with his own orgasm, the black dragon allowing himself to reveal in the emotional tsunami which the human released as climax overwhelmed him both body and soul. The reptile's face screwed itself into a mask of painful rapture as Asélgeion humped himself forward once and then held still, his tight fisted palm securing both himself and his charge into place as thick white sap poured out like jam onto both his and Drake's chest. The two came for what had to have been several minutes at a time, their bodies seeming to continue spurting liquid musk without end over and across each other while Asélgeion's wings enfolded themselves over and around the pair, shielding them from the world outside as they coiled together in mutual ecstasy against one another. The dragon's tail acted like a strange safeguard to ensure that neither was interrupted from what they were doing as the long appendage pulled away from Drake's neck, giving Asélgeion a place to lay his fangs as he held the youth firmly into place.

By the time the two were ready to come down from their shared high Drake found himself huffing like mad, the brown haired boy's body was a mess of sticky draconic seed which seemed to be trying to glue itself into his chest and lower torso. Meanwhile, Asélgeion had to literally force himself to release the younger male's neck, the raw need for him to place a physical sign of ownership on the child made it so that there would be no doubt in anyone's mind about as to who owned the soul within. Managing to do so a minute after Drake's cock finished dribbling the last of the cum it held within, Asélgeion snorted a breath hard against the side of the brown haired teen's shoulder, his tongue sneaking out to trail over the warm flesh to remind himself that the other was not a mere fantasy his mind had conjured up.

"That was fun." His voice was solid as he spoke out to the bleary eyed teen before him. Drake had just enough good sense to blink before looking up at the dragon, a droll smile on his face as he nodded somewhat robotically at the black creature before him. "Now it's time I show you how to really show your devotion to me, hatchling, and by that I mean I want to lay down and open your mouth so that I can shove my dick into it."

Drake blinked.

And blinked.

And then blinked again, quite sure that he had heard wrong.

But as Asélgeion's wings spread open, allowing the youth to fall back against the floor with a dull thump, the meaty tail of the other the only thing that saved Drake from getting a concussion for his troubles. Smirking at the confused child, the god-beast set a single hand down on top of the human's chest, pulling himself up so that he could get a good stretch in, his muscular figure now dripping with both cum and sweat like rain across his well chiseled form, before he moved himself around to place the 'v' of his lower form down against the top of the boy's head.

"I know you're probably worn down from spending yourself twice in one go, but I'll make sure to reward you for all your dedication once you've performed your duties to me by swallowing my seed within your body, hatchling." The dragon didn't bother letting the youth get in a chance to reply as he lowered his head down and then curled it back, his much longer form demanding that he bend himself almost in thirds so that he could properly run his slim tongue along the underside of Drake's testicles. The first touch of his hot organ against the still tightly drawn orbs brought with it both a croon of desire from Drake at the same time the flesh housing the peach pit sized spheres lowered themselves down so that they could lay impolitely across the dragon's nose.

Asélgeion chuckled as he tasted the human, the spent cum painted across the slightly furred orbs was like an aphrodisiac to him, spurring his never ending lusts on while at the same time telling him oh so much about the boy which had grown the nerve to call him back into this somewhat unfamiliar world. Every lick and swallow brought more and more information to the black beast, the knowledge of hundreds of years passing through into the god-like entity as though it were data being entered into a computer. The memories of Drake's lineage, the twisting and turning pathways for which had been crisscrossed together to bring the youth into existence spoke of many things which the dragon had forgotten about mortals over the millennia. However, most of this was merely trash, fragmented aspects of times long past which meant little next to nothing anymore. Though, there were a few piece of broken remnants which made the dragon hum a pleasant tune into the back of his throat for.

'Interesting, never thought he would get involved in all of this.' Asélgeion thought with a rueful chuckle as he noted sharp blue eyes which seemed to almost be looking back at him through his own mind's eye. 'I'll have to send him a gift for going through all this trouble.' And then the dragon set that thought into the back of his own head, the memory remaining sharp and crystal clear for later as he drank of the untainted essence which had came from Drake's loins.

"Don't be selfish now, hatchling," Asélgeion spoke out all of a sudden, catching the youth underneath him totally off guard. "I've given you so much pleasure today, it only seems fair that you return the favor, don't you think?" The question sounded more like a command as the black beast dipped his hips down, the onyx flesh for which the dragon's human-like erection held firm dangled freely in between Drake's face like fruit from off the vine.

"Um...yes, sir?" Drake wasn't sure what to say to this, how own experience with giving satisfaction to other woefully lacking.

"Try calling me 'master' instead, hatchling, it has a much better ring to it." Asélgeion could barely stop the snicker that tried to run free from his lips as he used a single eye to spy on the boy nodding his head in reply up at his cock.

"Yes, master." A rampant shudder ran through the dragon at hearing that single, delightful sounding word. The god-beast was definitely going to be sharing the boy with his sibling once he returned to his own world, there was no way he keep his beloved brother from sampling the lovely little creature which he had so many plans for. The black dragon could already see he and the older drake spit-roasting the boy in between them, stuffing the struggling youth's flailing body with their thick torrent of seed while the both of the swapped their tongues back and forth inside of their respective beaks.

Just the thought alone made a earth shaking growl pour free from Asélgeion's throat.

Paying the other little attention, Drake was left moaning in bliss as the god's slimy cock dripped pasty, gelatinous goo down onto the onto his face, the thick organ seeming to need no time to rest as it twitched and then spat a small glob of juice onto the youth's lips. The heady stink of the dragon's semen was so powerful that Drake gagged slightly just from the smell alone, this proved to be something that brought with it a hard less for the young boy because just as soon as he opened mouth his maw was seized by the still rigid dragon member. Asélgeion wasted no time as he forced the teen to choke around his eager meat, the burning need for him to fill the boy so great that the wyrm didn't think to give Drake the chance to learn how to breath through his nose before he pressed his heavy balls down onto the hatchling's face. A muffled series of sounds, reminiscent of indignant shouts, met the dragon's hearing, but they were merely waved off as Asélgeion ground his thighs into Drake's head, the scent of his pheromones and sweat oozing over the boy's face and hair, slowly helping to get the message through to Drake that the older creature owned him now the same as one would a pet. A treasured pet, to be sure as Asélgeion pulled his hips back to allow the other a quick whiff of air, but still simply a thing made to be kept. Pumping his hips into slow, deliberate motions, the dragon god began to teach his charge the fine art of deepthroating, something that Drake quickly began to get the hang of, not that he had a choice really.

The thick length of the dragon's cock and the rounded head of the mushroom-like glands, pounded against the back of the boy's throat, loosening the tight seal of Drake's esophagus. The veined flesh, pulsing and straining with the blood of the god, danced against the teen's tongue driving the dragon to plunge into the depths the boy's throat consequently forcing the the human to press his lips against the dragon's fat balls. It was more than a little obvious that Drake had no idea how to pleasure his older lover, the human's inexperience was made even more apparent as he merely rubbed his face against the crux in between Asélgeion's legs instead of trying to suck and bob his head like a dedicated lover would, however the dragon god easily forgave his little acolyte for his pathetic attempts. He'd spend the rest of eternity teaching the human how to better his oral skills once the two of them returned to the dragon's lair.

In the meantime Asélgeion, being much better at oral teasing, was able to work over his little worshipper's nuts and the small slip of flesh leading to the boy's tailess holt, dipping the thin tip of his organ into the puckering ring, licking over it with gentle relish. The way the pink star tightened, almost as if trying to snap down onto the god-beast's tongue made Asélgeion chuckle low underneath his breath. The scent that poured off of the sweating human taint was a delight for the god-beast, the young musk, so innocent and untainted, made for a delectable spice for which the black reptile savored as he devoured the other with his lips and tongue. Golden eyes closed in a slow leisurely manner as the deity wondered just how the other's odour would change after a few decades of being his little consort.

And then Drake bit down onto his cock.

The black irises within Asélgeion's golden orbs shrunk to almost near invisible slits as Asélgeion lifted his head to roar out against the air. One would have expected that after such a happening that the dragon would have lift himself up off of the other to begin disciplining the youth for his transgressions, however instead of doing so Asélgeion merely pumped his hips into the boy's face, a soft croon echoing out from the beast's beaked snout as his hips beat at the front of Drake's nose and chin in eager anticipation for more.

"Ohhh, that was nice." Asélgeion whispered, his vision slowly returning to normal as he blinked amber orbs up at the ceiling. Turning his head and then lifting his tail so that he could fully see his little charge, the black reptile found himself snickering just a touch as he noted how pink the human's face was becoming, the blood rushing across the bridge of the Drake's nose made it so that the teen look almost like a blushing virgin on her wedding night. Ironic, given the situation. "Do it again, hatchling, but this time roll your tongue over and across the tip of my dick as you do so." Asélgeion watched the confusion literally streak itself across Drake's face, the boy's brown eyes going wide as he both felt and watched the now sticky tool of the god pull up so that the mushroomed head was pressed right along the edge of his lips. Drooly strings of pre-cum seeped out onto the side of the boy's face, the gooey gel going so far as to trace down the side of Drake's neck to form something of a twisted collar which dried quickly. An itchy sensation came over the teen's throat because of it but before he could bring himself to care Asélgeion forced his thighs downward, spearing the human's mouth like a butterfly being forced onto the sharp end of a needle.

As expected Drake flailed around wildly once again, his arms twisting and rolling against the hardwood floor like a snake trying to get out from underneath a rock, as Asélgeion's pressed and then held himself down fully against his acolyte. Drake clenched his teeth down across the dragon's cock, the blunted molars digging in deep into the reptile's cock adding pressure that was so delicious that Asélgeion could help but to moan out loud his appreciation for his worshipper following his instructions. Heart hammering loud enough that he became momentarily deaf to everything out that the sensation of his straining cock filling up Drake's mouth to the point that the other was starting to grow dizzy from the lack of air, Asélgeion let his backside snap upwards, his tail striking at the ground a spare few centimeters from the boy's head, at the same time he spread his wings wide blotting out the world around them. The glands inside of his body, filled to the brim with the musky pheromones that could made even a devout nun forget her vows for the sake of laying with the black god-beast, poured out from the unseen pores of Asélgeion's flesh, mixing with the oil that still clung to the draconic deity's scales made it so that when the dragon bowed his head before Drake the dragon had no problem scooping some up from off the side of his arm onto his finger. Using said digit Asélgeion poked his claw at the tip of Drake's pucker, the rosebud winking tightly in response, and the shoveled through into the human's unspoiled depths.

Drake cried out, as best he could anyway as his tongue and lips curled and kissed around the ten inch length of Asélgeion's dragonhood, something that brought perverse delight to the dragon as he felt the youth's throat flex around his throbbing length. The god-beast didn't waste time as he pressed his claw in deep, hilting against the boy's prostate and causing the human to jerk in response as his body went white hot with pleasure. Giving a nod as he memorized the spot which would soon drive his little worshiper undone, Asélgeion pulled his sopping wet finger out from Drake's hole, the deep smell of the teen's inner slick wafted along the dragon's finger making the reptilian deity purr in deep appreciation. Deciding to test the limits of what the boy could hand Asélgeion pressed two fingers up and then into the human's pucker, the need to spread the tight hole wide setting the god-beast's mind aflame. This action caused Drake's nose pressed flush up against the larger creature's balls after his head shot upwards into the crux of Asélgeion's thighs, the sensation of his ring being stretched beyond their normal limits turning off all other sensory responses the human was currently feeling as his backside shot electric snaps of pleasure up throughout his spine.

For the next several minutes Asélgeion worried Drake's hole; the dragon found himself more than amused by the fact how the too tight ring of muscles hugged at his digits, trying to both keep them out as well as draw them in deeper, as though the human's mind and body were at some kind of unconscious war with each other. That the little human was kneading his face into his balls, squashing them with his nose while bringing a new form of painful bliss to Asélgeion that he hadn't felt since the last time he and his brother had been engaged in that two week long sex-a-thon on a pointless dare. Asélgeion didn't bother to think about how Drake was going to probably be sore as hell once he pulled his spent cock out from the boy's mouth, his seed coated across the pale full slips and throat of the other before he pulled the little one onto his lap and then onto his cock. The quiet screams that would bounce off of the walls once he began to pump himself into the other made the draconic deity smile in perverse delight as he opened his snout to completely swallow the boy's six inch boyhood. There was nothing more entertaining to Asélgeion than hearing one of his acolytes screaming up at him as he showed them the way to true rapture, their voices singing in song of verse after verse of sinful delight being brought forth by his plentiful girth bouncing them up and down onto his thighs over and over again. It was with those thoughts that Asélgeion nibbled at the soft flesh of Drake's cock, imaging what the stalk would be like after being introduced to a couple of accessories the dragon had bad at home.

Small vibrations against his groin caused Asélgeion to roll an eye backwards, his left wing reaching upwards as the dragon found himself noting the bobbing of Drake's throat and the euphoric pleasure which took hold over the teen's features. The boy had finally ceased his frantic struggles and now focused onto performing his duty in worshipping his new god with all that he was. The bobbing of the brown haired boy's head as he sucked and licked at the reptile's human-like flesh brought with it a growl of excitement as Asélgeion noted the various archaic patterns Drake was making with his tongue up and down the side of his cock. Not wanting to be outdone by his little hatchling the god-beast worked over Drake's shuddering tool, the thin tip of his tongue going so far as to curl into itself and then sneak into the slit of boy's dick. The first touch had Drake howling around his cock, something that Asélgeion was very happy to both hear and feel as he drilled his crotch up and down along the human's face.

Pulling back to sooth his tongue along the side of the longest vein which snaked down the length of Drake's sex, Asélgeion stimulated the reddening flesh until the brown haired human was left howling like a wounded beast from his playful teasing. The floor quaked between the pair as Drake and Asélgeion slowly climbed the mountain back to their respective second climax. The dragon was able to control himself much better than the human, seeing both so much older and so much more experienced, so when the god-beast felt his balls, which were being rolled around by the teen's playful tongue, begin to churn in that oh so familiar way the dragon had to use his iron will to calm his body's physical impulses down to somewhat more subdued levels. He wanted Drake to come first, wanting to savor the boy's exotic taste since it would be the last time he would get to enjoy the virgin essence before it was forever tainted. It was one of the many consequences of being the god of lust, you never got to enjoy the same flavors that came from humans once they became your devout worshippers. But then again, he never forgot the sweet taste of innocence from each of those he had laid with.

That why when Drake came, the young human spilling his delicious cream over and across his tongue with a loud cry of passion mixed with submission Asélgeion couldn't help but smile a somber smile. As he had expected the boy's gift of seed was a delight to him, so warm and delicious that Asélgeion did nothing more in those few seconds when Drake's cock shot stream after stream of hot goo against his tongue and teeth than lay over the human, basking in the feel of his little hatchling's body pouring out the contents of his balls as well as the near divine feeling of pleasure from every inch of his soul. For an unknown amount of time nothing in the universe existed save for Asélgeion and Drake, the two lying together in a sea of bliss for which had no beginning nor end as their hearts beat like made within their respective chest. Even when the black beast grunted and sprayed his own juices into the rim of the human's throat, filling up the boy's mouth to the point where his liquid essence poured down and around Drake's chin neither did more than merely wade within the waters made from the passion and acceptance that both shared for each other.

The wiggling of both of their testicles as they continued to gush drop after drop of cum was followed by hallowed moans as the two writhed like serpents together across the floor. Asélgeion's wings spread wide as the dragon lifted up his head to call out to the heavens above, announcing without fear or restraint that he was once again being praised as the god of lust and desire. By the time the two were spent it was like life began to breath again, the primordial force having held its breath in awe of the adoration which the two shared for one another. Sliding his hips up and away from Drake Asélgeion let his cock slip free from the boy's mouth with a nice 'pop' sound. The dragon wasted no time as he let the little male's spent shaft slide out from his own maw, his teasing tongue curling around the half foot length before the god-beast popped his neck and shoulders with a good stretch.

"That was fun, but how about we do something even better." Drake, if he could have been able to speak, didn't know what to say as he found his body being hauled up and around, once Asélgeion had righted himself up onto the floor a few feet away from the other. "With the bit of training that hole of your received I bet this will be something you really enjoy, hatchling." Again, confusion made Drake wonder what in the hell the black reptile smirking slyly back at him was nattering on about.

And then he found himself being unyoked from gravity's totalitarian hold only to be forcibly dropped down onto the black winged dragon's lap...or rather his straining ten inch member. Drake didn't so much scream as he let out a loud wail that it actually rattled the windows of the church. White hot fire lanced its way through his lower regions on up through his back actually forcing the breath out of his chest. It hurt. God it hurt. The way Asélgeion's thick member shot through the protective ring of flesh which protected the brown haired boy's guts made it so that the human thought that nothing short of dying would feel worse than what he was feeling at the moment. The hot and hard flesh pulsing within didn't do much to make Drake feel any better as every throb brought with it tiny jerks from the teen. Fingers curled together into fist while his toes clenched tightly into the soles of his feet, Drake cried silvery tears as he looked up to the ceiling for mercy.

None came.

Though that was to be expected as the black dragon had him totally within his power. Grunting and dripping with sweat, the god-beast relished within the tightness of his little acolyte, enjoying every twitch and moan and tear the human served to him as he held the boy down by his arms against his groin. Golden eyes were drawn almost close as the black wyrm used all of his willpower to keep from hammering the smaller form against him like some cheap sex toy, a testament to how much Asélgeion actually cared. Had Drake been anyone else the boy would have known a twisted sort of pain that would have left them battered and bruising after the dragon got done with them, such was the lusts of the incarnation of desire. Even Yperopsíon had suffered underneath his brother's restless need. The older male roaring and grunting to the blackened sky of their home realm while Asélgeion fucked him hard and deep into whatever surface the two were sitting on at the moment, but only during those rare times when the older reptile felt like bottoming.

It was the strange property within the dragon god's precum which acted as both a natural anesthetic and a muscle relaxer that gave Drake some solace several minutes after the dragon placed the other onto his cock. It was also because of this that the brown haired teen's throat had been able to accommodate the girth of the wyrm's cock when Asélgeion rolled his balls against the smaller male's nose and lips. It was also why the god-beast had gone with shoving his massive dick down the human's throat instead of just taking him out right, as he usually did with those who thought that they could tangle with him and win. Lifting the boy up off of his lap, Asélgeion listened to how Drake mumbled soft pleases, shivering as though cold, as he moved the teen up off of his lap until only the head of his ten inch shaft rest within the now quite stretched pucker. Golden eyes danced in delight as Asélgeion realized that there was not a single hint of crimson staining either his lap or cock.

'Damn I'm good!' The winged reptile cheerfully thought as he slowly lowered Drake back down onto his thighs. Moaning a deep bass call as he began to gently rock his little worshipper up and down, taking Drake only one or two inches up onto his thick stalk so as to let his seminal fluids do the job of stimulating the human to the point where his tears would be replaced by loud cries of praise, Asélgeion used his beaked snout to nuzzle and lick his boy, quietly whispering to him that all would be well soon enough.

It was only because Drake couldn't even speak at the moment that the teen didn't tell the god-beast that he was lying, his throat had decided to close up, his vocal chords taking an extended sabbatical as pain laced itself up throughout every inch of his body from the mass deepening itself strokes inside of his ass. How he was going to be able to sit on his butt after this was something that idly crossed through the youth's fried brain, yet it was quickly pushed aside by the knowledge that pain was becoming his new friend as Asélgeion continued to use him for his own pleasure. Sniffing and sobbing as broken hiccups seeped out from his mouth, Drake didn't know how much time passed between himself and the black dragon before his world slowly began to spin around like a pinwheel. One moment his tear stained eyes could barely focus onto the shimmering lights and snaking shadows up above him, and then the next the brown haired boy felt himself spinning round and around and around until soon he felt that he might pass out.

And then Asélgeion, the literal pain in his thoroughly broken in ass, did something the youth didn't expect. He just stopped. Drake found himself able to get a clear thought in at that point and with a few casual blinks of his eyes the human realized that, not only was half of the mighty dragon's maleness resting within his rump, but his ass...actually didn't feel quite as bad as it had before. Of course, all of this was made moot because soon his lover planted his scaled lips onto the side of his neck, the slim tongue within rolling out to tread gently over the reddened flesh of Drake's skin.

"Wh-what are you..." Drake tried to inquire but was quickly silenced.

"Shhh, don't interrupt me." And then the dragon opened his mouth and bit down onto the boy's shoulder blade.

As expected Drake yelped out loud, his brown iris shrinking to the size of pinpricks as new pain shot through him. But just as quickly as it came...the hurt faded. In its place the human found himself hissing and then grunting as his cock, which had been all but wilted like leftover cabbage, grew harder than a diamond in between his lap.

"Ahhh, wha...haaa..." Drake's tongue lolled out of his mouth, sweat liberally poured down the sides of his face and top of his head as something...very nice coursed through his bloodstream making tiny rainbows appear before his eyes.

Asélgeion smiled an honest smirk at that, his nose quickly catching the scent of the smaller human's arousal as his aphrodisiac-like secretion coated through every blood vessel with the boy's body. While he would have liked to waited before doing this the dragon realized something after taking a small peak outside of the window. A flick of his fingers caused the lights up above to pop out of existence one after another. Once the entire church was once again bathed within a pleasant darkness the black wyrm slammed his human back down onto his hips, his wings spreading wide as Drake yelled out a thrilled moan of rapture.

At that point, upon hearing how the teen crooned and cooed up at him like a lovestruck dove, Asélgeion worked the other over hard and fast to get Drake to the point where he would spill himself again before the dragon. The thumping sound of two bodies impacting against each other, of flesh and scale meeting in harmony that might have been rather dubious at best, filled the room the same as thunder might within an open field. The grunting chuffs that Asélgeion released as his balls began to swell and then jostle as they smacked in time into Drake's own miniature orbs caused the pre-cum seeping down and out of the pale skinned youth's tailess hole to congel against the reptilian beast's legs. The thick paste would soon glue the two together, but that was a minor concern within Asélgeion's mind as he worked himself hard, his back tensing and wings flapping like made, to get himself and his acolyte off before his time ran out. If he didn't...the dragon shook his head. He refused to think of in. And in that the black beast began to use every trick he could think of to make Drake's mind soar higher, his blood pump almost frantically within his veins. The golden eyed dragon wanted, no needed to see the human spend himself for a third time.

Drake didn't know what was going on. One minute he was in Hell and now he was in a Heaven so great that he would have given his soul over to never leave. His muscles felt weak as though everything within him was slipping away and yet at the same time his fingers managed to find a way to wrap themselves around the side of his lover's torso. Of course they didn't entirely meet, the dragon was just too gargantuan in comparison to his own demure size for that, but it in trying the boy was able to feel the leathery wings flapping against his fingertips. Massaging small circles into the fine grooves of the god-beast's twin extensions, Drake hisses as he pressed his head into the larger reptile's chest. Asélgeion was hitting a spot deep within him that made everything light up like an explosion in front of his eyes, the mushroomed head seemed to be the perfect tool at making the teen go wild. More pumps and thrusts were met within happy little chrips as Drake reached a hand to fist at his immature dick. The cum, sweat, and pre-cum which stuck onto the overly tender penis made it so that every stoke Drake used on himself made a familiar pain spike up through his backside. Yet the pain accented the pleasure making the youth want more.

So much more.

And Asélgeion was only too happy to provide.

Kissing the other onto the lips and neck, lapping at the small pricks which dripped with fine dewdrops of blood, Asélgeion humped Drake furiously against his chest. With every second that he spent loving his boy the dragon unknowingly imprinted pieces of Drake's soul onto his near divine psyche. In tasting his sweat while ploughing through his near ruined backdoor the god-beast united his spirit with that of the human's. In kissing the other onto the lips, his tongue tangling with Drake's own while sharing the blood he had stolen from the youth the black wyrm promised something almost unbreakable with the teen. Rutting hard, growling deep, and hissing fine mists of steam across the side of his hatchling's back, Asélgeion did everything that was wrong right as he fucked Drake with a passion that should only have been reserved for the only one who had ever been kind with him. And in that the dragon united two destinies together that would one day find themselves seeking each other out again at the end of time.

However, this all meant nothing as the god-beast felt his balls pulling themselves up tight in between his legs, his tail snapping the wood at his back as the energetic appendage made the wordless sentiments of its owner known for all to bear witness to later.

"Drake...you're mine!" Asélgeion roared, his cock lodging in deep within the boy just as he slammed the other down into his lap.

The sound of the larger beast raging his declaration of ownership throughout the brightening world outside brought with it many lights flipping on as the nameless faces of those humans readying themselves for the day began to look around wildly in fear. None of this concerned the god-beast, not as he felt his cock clench and then fire load upon load of burning hot seed within the inner sanctum of Drake's hole. It was probably destiny that made it so that the cum filling up the human's guts caused a chain reaction which brought with it the boy's own orgasm. Drake howled, the sound frightening reminiscent of Asélgeion's own bellowing cry, as his six inch boyhood twitched and the belched his final geyser of cum out up onto the sticky chest of the god-beast. Asélgeion felt something in his mind click at that point, and what happened next made everything the brown haired teen knew about religion fade like the light of a dying candle as he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

Though he couldn't understand it the dragon began muttering words, or rather sounds that were completely foreign to Drake. It was like listening to music at the same time it was being washed down by a cool lake, that was the only way the human could describe what it was like to listen to Asélgeion. Of course, in his awe, or more like daze, the human failed to notice as the room began to grow darker and darker, even as the skyline outside became brighter and more luminescent. By the time he was able to notice how that something was probably wrong the world shifted and turned and then Drake found himself getting a strong sense of vertigo. Black filled his vision, as Asélgeion had his eyes closed from view, so the

human let out a polite scream...and then everything settled.

When the black dragon opened his eyes he found himself twisting his scaly neck to and fro, a smile of deep appreciation lining his lips as he realized where he was...

"Home sweet home." The god-beast chuckled before he lowered both himself and his charge down onto the plush silk bed which decorated the well furnished room filled with violet and marron furniture. "I hope you like it here, hatchling, because you're never leaving." Asélgeion leaned down to kiss the slightly unnerved boy before he could make a unnecessary stink over the whole situation.

Once the other had calmed down enough Asélgeion broke his lip lock with his new acolyte and then began to rattle off certain...important details to the other. Of which came many questions and many more minutes spent with the larger wyrm rolling his hips into Drake's tailess hole. That got several appreciative moans from the other, especially since Drake's ass had yet to tighten back up.

"So...you and your brothers aren't evil, but got demonized?"

"It's really nice that you've been paying attention to me, despite my cock still being in your ass." That got a flush from the teen. Apparently, Asélgeion being crude was something that the dark bible had failed to mention but was a fact the young human was quickly coming to learn.

"What does that mean for me, then?" Turning back to blink owlishly at the other Drake's question was answered by the god-beast moving his tail up and around to curl it around his waist.

"You, my adorable little hatchling, are going to be my personal bedwarmer while Yperopsíon is away on business, as well as housekeeper, servant, and slave to my every whim." That got a mini pout from the boy. "Oh, don't worry, it's not like you're going to be doing anything you could really dislike since I'm a fairly simple deity." The black wyrm watched as the youth sighed and then laid his sweat soaked head against his muscled chest, a quiet purr left his throat because of this. 'Although, I think we're going to have to make some changes to your appearance later on, otherwise once Yperopsíon's big yap lets it be known that I have a human in my kingdom every other creature and their second-cousin is going to want a piece of you.' That thought brought with it a nasty snarl from Asélgeion, he did NOT want his other brothers trying to use Drake against him, or worst, kill him, but knowing them...

"Will I...get a chance to meet your older brother?" That made Asélgeion blink.

"Do you want to?" The question was pointless, but it did allow the black dragon to gauge something he had been thinking on for the last few hours.

"If he's anything like you then yeah, I do." Asélgeion's tail tip wagged at that.

"Good, because he's going to come here soon." The ever concerned Yperopsíon had probably been up in arms the moment he had felt his younger brother's disappearance from their home between dimensions, so surely at feeling Asélgeion's return the other would travel on swift wings to come and see him.

Drake popped his head up at that. "Don't worry, you have an hour to rest before he arrives." And then the larger male laid his head down on top of Drake's forcing the boy to press himself deep within the satin pillows beneath the bother of them.

Quiets hums could be heard inside of the room within nowhere and somewhere as two hearts began to even out into sleep. Asélgeion, right before he could drift off, opened his muzzle to lave his tongue across his little hatchling lips, thoroughly washing the other's face down before popping said organ into the other's lips. Stealing the other's breath away every time that they went to sleep together was something the dragon found he would enjoy doing as the days stretched into eons, but he didn't think he'd ever tell his little one that.