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Dainys Holkiin and Kylean Drovo fought in a field just outside the ancient elm forest of Ruanaan, for they believed that all things regarding honor and glory between dragons were to be decided beneath the free and open sky. It was an epic battle over a human. And they were eager to tear into each other to make him theirs.

Dragon riders considered it an honor to have dragons compete for their humans, and Clyde Stark was no exception. Clyde's heart was aflutter as he watched the fight rage above him. The fates had truly blessed him this day.

The dragonesses were vying for his heart. Once the fates had decided his dragon, they were to be bonded by blood and much more. And this battle was going to determine which dragoness was to be melded with his soul - an irreversible link.

The sky burned red with fire as the two dragonesses raged in a magnificent display of fury. They were both elder western dragons, but they were at the pinnacle of their lives. Each was close to fifty feet long from the tips of their smoky noses to the ends of their scaly tails. Dainys was a red dragoness that hailed from the Charred Peaks, and Kylean was a green dragoness from the ancient forest by which they battled.

Red dragons were known for their fiery tenacity and could spit flame the farthest of all other dragons. But speed and agility belonged to the green dragons, for no other dragon type could best a green one in flight. Clyde didn't dare prefer one over the other. The choice was not his to make. Yet his heart went out to them both as they darted and swished among the clouds, the white shapes evaporating in an instant to the inferno of their breath.

It was difficult not to be awed by the stunning dance of fire that conquered the heavens. Clyde's hands remained clasped to his mouth as he watched the dragons from below. The winds of the grassy and hilly field swept past him in chaotic gusts, ruffling his fine brown hair. He knew that it wasn't strictly the weather. The harsh buffeting of their massive wings was powerful enough to send flurries of air rushing to the ground and raking through the tall grasses. Clyde could feel their strength melding together in the wind around him.

The roar of dragon-tongue thundered from above and Clyde was able to catch all of it. Riders were trained in the language of dragons from the day of their birth, and the very first words of true riders were that of dragon-tongue. He remembered his first word as a toddler. "Kiirax" he'd said as a baby. It meant "mother." But not just any mother. Kiirax was the mother of all dragons and the Fate of Fire.

"This rider will be mine. Our souls were meant to be joined!" the red dragon's voice boomed from the sky.

It was an honor to be fought over by the two dragonesses.

"The voice of Kiirax came to me in a dream." The green dragon, Kylean, argued. "The young man was ordained by the Fates to be mine!"

"Look at the skies! They burn the crimson glow of a dragon's duel!" a voice shouted from a hilltop, the man's finger pointing skyward. It wasn't long before he and the others who were with him noticed the dragon rider standing directly below the battle.

The two dragonesses continued to taunt each other, and Clyde was the only one who understood every word they'd say. The other human bystanders were mostly common villagers drawn out from their farms to witness the firestorm raging above their heads. It was a spectacle they'd most likely never witnessed before.

Kylean made the first blow. Her more agile flying allowed her to turn at a sharper angle and tear her claws deep into Dainys's back. The red dragoness howled in agony, feeling her hot blood spill forth from the wound. However, she recovered quickly; her tenacity would never allow her to give up so easily.

Seeing an opening after the blow, Dainys took in a deep breath and shot a torrent of flame straight at the green dragoness who'd flown in front of her after the successful attack. The blaze engulfed Kylean. It was a magnificent display of just how powerful a red dragon's fire was. A toothy grin stretched around the red dragoness's long, scaly muzzle, confident she'd landed a victorious assault so early. Yet a second after the fire had eaten all of Kylean's enormous body, it disappeared instantly in a spinning frenzy of the green dragoness's wings - parrying the inferno with her swift agility.

The red dragoness bellowed with a hellish wrath and gave chase. Giving into her anger was a poor decision - a trap she should have foreseen. Kylean executed a maneuver that very few dragons were fully capable of doing. Her emerald wings arched back and the sheer force of it sent her into a razor-sharp and swift back flip, and with her claws extended she plowed right into Dainys's rigged back, disrupting her flight.

She lost all control with the weight of the green dragoness atop her, the long claws digging deep into her crimson flesh. Both dragonesses careened toward the ground, their wings flapping wildly and tangling into a chaotic mess as the air rushed past them. The field rapidly approached as their descent continued to accelerate. A cacophony of battering wings and limbs filled the air in a crescendo that ended in a deafening boom.

Dirt and dust sprang up from the ground and clouded the crash site, shrouding the victor of the fall. It took a few seconds for the dusty haze to clear, and as it did the answer was clear. Bruised and trembling, Dainys, the red dragoness, held firm above Kylean within the small crater. At the last second she'd gained the leverage to flip the green dragoness below her and save her from the impact.

Kylean was still, but her chest continued to rise and fall to her shallow breathing. She appeared defeated but she'd not yet slipped away into the endless dark.

Clyde clambered to the top of the hill where they'd landed. He found Dainys digging her claw into the shoulder of Kylean. Blood poured forth and dripped to the ground as she dug them in even deeper.

"The victor is clear, rider," the red dragoness declared. "I shall end this one for glory." Her long jaws separated, exposing her sharp, ivory fangs and creeping toward Kylean's vulnerable neck.

Clyde wanted to stop it. He wanted to stop the carnage and prevent an unnecessary death, but it was against tradition. A duel of dragons was a sacred duel to death. They would let nothing stop them until the other was dead, even their potential rider's objections. Clyde kept his lips sealed. He would not interfere.

And just as Dainys's teeth scraped Kylean's neck, the green dragoness sprung to life and muscled the red dragoness's jaws away from her. She forced Dainys to the ground with a thundering slam. "Not by my fate, you won't! He's mine!" she roared and pulled the red dragoness's jaws farther apart. Her chest filled with air and she slipped her muzzle into Dainy's mouth all the way to the back of the dragoness's throat.

The red dragoness's fiery, golden eyes grew wide as she thrashed about, attempting to free herself from the green dragoness's grasp. She knew exactly what Kylean was up to. She knew that it meant instant death.

Kylean's claws buried themselves deep into Dainy's chest. She was ready to end it.

"STOP!" Clyde screamed after her. He couldn't bear to watch. He didn't care whether it was tradition or something sacred.

The green dragoness's piercing lavender eyes locked onto the rider. She removed her muzzle from Dainys's mouth and dug her claws in deeper, reminding the red dragoness that if she made a single move she would end her.

Clyde swallowed hard. He had no clue what to say next.

"You dare break sacred tradition, rider?" Kylean growled with tendrils of wispy smoke swirling from her nostrils.

He took a step closer, confident that neither of them would have the gall to harm him. Dragons would never defy the Fates. "If I am to be your next rider, then yes," he replied, his tongue lisping as he spoke in dragon-tongue.

"But the Fates must decide who is to be yours. This cannot be the case while both of us survive. One of us must die."

"Why can't _I_decide, great dragoness? If the bonding ritual is permanent, then why does there need to be death? The sacred bond will secure the Fate's decision."

There was silence for a moment as she thought about his proposition. However, he could see the disapproval in her eyes, but he understood where it was coming from. Everyone watching clearly knew that she was the victor. It only would have taken a second more and Dainys would have been dead from a hellfire tearing her apart from the inside. Kylean was only concerned that Clyde would choose the loser. The choice was clear.

"I choose you, Kylean Drovo, matriarch of the Everlife Forest" he stated clearly and with force. "And I urge you to consider that which the emerald dragons value above all else."

"All life is sacred..." she uttered, releasing her powerful grip on Dainys. But that didn't stop her from sneering with a sly smile at Dainys.

"NO!" Dainys screamed in an explosion of fire that tore past Kylean's head. "HE'S MINE!" The ruby dragoness roared and threw all of her strength in one last effort, using her hind legs to tear into Kylean's softer belly. The green dragoness howled in agony as Dainys's claws tore bleeding lacerations into her flesh. She stumbled away from Dainys, limping from the injury, her dark red blood spilling to the ground and staining the dried amber grass.

"He is already mine! How dare you defy the Fates!" Kylean hissed.

"This is not over yet. The Fates have decided nothing! He will still be MY rider!"

Dainys was not going to stop until the other dragoness was dead. She charged at her tackling the giant dragoness, and they both tumbled down the small hill, clawing and biting at each other as the rolled to the bottom. Their legs and wings tangled in a disordered mess of red and green scales. There was also a mix of blood in there as their claws and teeth sunk into each other, which had left a scarlet trail down the hill to where they fought for dominance in a titanic grapple.

Clyde watched with bated breath from atop the hill. He didn't dare approach the dragonesses for fear of his own life, as it would only take one quick sweep of a tail to end him. All he could do was wait.

"HE'S MINE!" they both snapped at each other, ripping through the thinner flesh on the other's wings.

The ground beneath them vocalized its complaints with thundering quakes as it gave in to the huge dragoness' massive weight. The ground would shake bellow Clyde's feet and the smashed each other's limbs into the earth. Their arms grabbed for the other's head, hoping to gain the upper hand, and it wasn't long before one of them took some control over the other.

Dainys pinned Kylean to the ground, and it looked like the battle was finally about to end with the red dragoness as the victor. But the green dragoness's neck shot out from the shroud of dragon scales. Her jaws stretched wide and clamped tight around the red dragoness's neck, her teeth sinking into the rough flesh. Blood started to trickle around her lips as she got a taste of the other dragoness. She used the leverage to twist Dainys around and slam her to the ground. And with one of her front paws, she forced the red dragoness's head to the dirt, holding her jaws shut.

Kylean released her jaws from Dainys's neck. "You lose," she snarled. "You are weak and pathetic, and this defeat shall haunt you. This rider is mine." She flapped her wings in victory and loomed over the beaten dragoness, tightening her grip around the red dragoness's head. She inched close to Dainys's face and spat into it. "You are defeated, Dainys Holkiin of the Charred Peaks. But as requested by MY rider, you shall still live to see another sunrise. However, you will rue this moment for the rest of your days. Good luck finding another rider with your new reputation, weakling. Your name will go down in infamy as nothing more than a pitiable loser."

She climbed off of the red dragoness but still kicked some dirt in her face with her hind legs, securing her dominance. The red dragoness cowered. She was defeated. There was still an ounce of fight left in her, but she submitted to Kylean. The green dragoness had won the rider.

But that didn't mean she was done.

Kylean rolled Dainys so she was on her back, exposing her sex. She was to ruin her in the harshest of ways so she could never mark her rider, and the red dragoness was too weak to fight against her. Kylean climbed atop the other dragoness, pinning all of her limbs to the side. Her green tail twisted and slithered until it dove straight into the Dainys's unwilling slit.

The red dragoness howled in mixed pain and pleasure as the tail dove deeper inside of her, spreading her pussy and pumping it hard. Clyde watched in a bit of horror as her womb started to fill with Kylean's thick tail and stretched her flesh well beyond its limit. Sounds of ripping skin and muscle filled the air around them. Clyde didn't know how much more of it he could watch.

And if her tail wasn't enough, Kylean took one of her hefty hind paws and thrust it inside Dainys's sex right alongside her tail, breaking her completely. Clyde never knew that was how dragons expressed their dominance over one another in absence of killing them.

She turned to the rider and said, "This one is now torn. She will never be yours, rider." And with that statement she pulled her tail out and raised it up toward the sky, just so Clyde could see all of her. Her dripping wet slit was on full display next to the red dragoness's sex. She wanted him to recognize that she was the victor, and from that day on, he was hers.

"Come here, rider. I have won and you are now mine. There shall be no disputing that," the green dragoness started as Clyde approached her with apprehension. She stood tall even with the bleeding wounds all over her body, her tail still raised. With the elder dragoness standing close to him he could finally appreciate the magnitude of her size. He was like a small rodent compared to her. His head barely reached the middle of her hind leg, and the dragoness's green, webbed paws rivaled the width of his chest. "First, I wish to show Dainys that you are, and forever will be, mine by marking you. Come even closer, young human."

She grabbed Clyde with her meaty paw and pulled him close. "Watch me mark him, Dainys!" she barked, shifting her body so the other dragoness could see. Clyde glimpsed her most intimate part spread, and it secreted something wet. She shoved him onto her slit and rubbed the sweet smelling liquid all over him, marking her property right in front of the defeated dragoness. And with her scent on him, all other dragons would know that he was hers.

"We will begin the bonding ritual right away," said the dragoness, removing Clyde from her moist flesh. The sugary aroma still lingered on his clothes and in his nose. He wasn't entirely sure, but he may have even gotten a bit of a taste of her clit.

The bystanders who had dared to watch the duel cheered from the sidelines, as Kylean lowered a bloodied wing for Clyde to climb aboard. They must have missed the awkward display of dominance the Kylean had done. Perhaps, to them, it just looked like a warm embrace of her new rider. However, he crawled his way to the base of her leathery, scaled neck and made sure he was securely in place. He didn't know what to think about being pressed against her wet pussy in order to mark him, but defying her in that moment would have been a bad move. He chose to do as she commanded.

Kylean's wings beat hard as they lifted from the ground. It was a feeling that Clyde had been born to experience, yet it was his first time - his rite of passage. His father would have been proud.

The green dragon soared high into the clouds, and Clyde stuck his arms out to feel the rush of cool air run through his fingers. It gave him confidence that the Fates were right. Soon, the link between dragon and rider was going to be made. There was no going back.

She tilted rightward, gliding over the verdant canopy of the ancient Everlife forest. It was the home of all emerald dragons and Kylean was their matriarch. As they descended, Clyde wrapped his arms around the dragoness's thick neck, her shimmering and ivy-colored scales giving way to the pressure. He wasn't surprised to find how supple and soft they were to the touch, but that would never fool him. He knew how tough the flesh really was.

Below them, amongst the elder elms and oaks, was a clearing spotted with steaming hot springs of translucent and glimmering water. He'd heard of the healing waters of the Everlife forest, but only the luckiest of emerald dragon riders ever witnessed it. They were the only humans ever allowed to step foot on the springs that the dragons held sacred. The power of the healing waters was something Kiirax had entrusted her second daughter and her emerald children to protect. Kylean was that daughter.

"Our bonding, like all other emerald dragons and their riders, is to take place in the healing springs of Everlife," she explained. "There, our souls will be linked as the Fates have ordained." Her long neck twisted so she could get a good look at Clyde with those light purple eyes. Clyde had seen dragons smile before, but something more was hidden behind her outward joy.

It was true that riders were never told of what exactly happens during a bonding ritual, and that aspect had always put an ounce of fear into Clyde's heart. He never understood why it had to be a secret. He was afraid that they concealed the truth so riders would never retreat from their ritual. There had to have been some kind of sacrifice that had to be made to be bonded with the soul of a dragon.

His heart started knocking in his throat as they came closer to the springs. He knew not what was going to happen next. No one - not even his father - had ever prepared him for this moment.

Kylean stretched her wings as far as they could span. She gently landed in a grassy knoll next to the hot springs. Clyde held tight, being sure not to slip from her back too soon.

"First, I must bathe in the water and heal these wounds, rider," said the huge dragoness. "Would you do me the honor of helping cleanse my body?" She knelt on her forepaws and let Clyde slide down from her wing.

"It would be me honor," he replied, feeling vulnerable. However, he knew there was a certain appearance he had to uphold. He and the dragoness were completely alone, and compared to her in size, strength, and power, he was utterly nothing - a mere morsel of a meal if she wished. And although he understood that she would never harm her rider, he couldn't help but feel powerless and left without any choice.

There had been tales of riders who'd refused a dragon the Fates had chosen for them, and none of those tales had ended well. Clyde would never take that risk. Not that he'd ever want to.

"Do not by shy, rider," she beckoned him, sinking her front paws into the warm water. "You will come to no harm by me or any of my brethren."

Clyde remained still for a moment, afraid to speak, afraid to approach the stone edge of the hot spring. Each passing second was the last he would spend with his sovereign soul apart from the dragoness. The trepidation was overwhelming, but he mustered the courage to step forth and continue with the bonding.

"Remove your clothing, first, rider," she ordered and Clyde intuitively understood that she would not allow otherwise. "The water must remain pure, and that means that only the flesh of our birth shall enter it."

He proceeded to remove all of his clothing until he was entirely nude. Kylean dipped the rest of her body into the waters. It was deep enough for the emerald dragoness to soak her entire body, with some of the steaming water flowing over the edge, teasing Clyde's bare feet. The clear liquid had a magic to it. It was like a siren's song, calling him to join her.

His feet seemed to move without his consent as he was drawn to the bubbling pool. The craving was irresistible, and not even the strongest willed of humans could fight its welcoming invitation.

"That's it, rider," the dragoness murmured with anticipation. She rolled onto her back so the smooth, tender flesh of her belly pointed skyward and buoyed out of the water. "Climb onto my underside and join me." The lacerations on her belly were already starting to heal.

Clyde did as she commanded, but it didn't take much convincing. His body was driven by the growing magic of the waters, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her flesh upon his. The passing thought of the water's not having any magic powers crossed his mind. He wondered if maybe it was something he'd always craved on his own. He was, of course, chosen to be a dragon rider, and that meant an intimate connection with the dragon he was supposed to bond with - a soul mate. He only knew that something within him was compelling him to join flesh with the dragoness. His body nagged him for it, almost like needing it as much as it needed water to survive.

He crawled onto the dragoness's supple yet firm belly, and after he was on she pushed away from the stone edge and floated to the center of the hot spring. It was the main pool, surrounded by a number of others that flowed into it by little stone waterfalls. The water was transparent enough to see the bottom where the earth shifted with hot, bubbling water. It eventually flowed out into the forest in what Clyde assumed was the stream that kept the forest so green and lively.

Clyde lay on her chest, pressing his head against her scales and listening to her strong heart beat thump close to his ear, her massive torso rising and falling to her relaxed breathing. His eyes scanned up from her belly to her shoulder where Dainys's claws had created four deep penetration wounds. They were still bleeding, but Clyde's gut told him exactly what he needed to do. He wiggled his way over to the edge of the giant dragoness's tummy and cupped a large handful of the warm water. He positioned his hands above the injury and let the water drip in a steady stream onto her shoulder.

He watched as the flesh started to repair itself before his very eyes. Muscle fibers and scales reconnected and regenerated as the water restored the portion of life that had been lost. The green dragoness sighed with relief, feeling the waters rejuvenate more than just her flesh. Clyde could feel it too. Something about the water healed more than just physical ailments.

The luster of her emerald-colored scales returned as well as all the other cuts and gashes vanished in a moment's time. And after feeling fully revived, she tilted her head up to stare deep into her rider's eyes. "Tell me your name, young one."

"Clyde Stark, my great dragoness."

Her lips twisted into a smile. "That is strong name, human," she replied and caressed his cheek with a single large finger. It made him shudder, but it wasn't an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, it was quite pleasurable. "Tell me, Clyde, do you know how a dragoness and her rider bond?"

The way his body was craving hers, he certainly had a good guess. He felt warm all over and that wasn't because of the hot steam around him. No. It was the warmth one feels when close to their lover.

"It is a secret that they withhold from future riders," he answered her. "I am not certain."

Something gentle flickered in her eyes. And despite what was going to happen next, he felt safe. He felt ready to give in to her - to offer himself in any way she pleased. His body desired to become one with hers. He was ready.

Her leathery finger glided down his side until it reached the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "They must commit to the most intimate of acts, my young human," she finally answered. "They are to embrace each other and meld their flesh as one. Together, their souls collide and one cannot be without the other. You will desire no other than me, and I no other than you. We will be dragon and dragon rider - mates of souls."

Clyde didn't know what to say. What he thought may have been an act of sacrifice was, in truth, an act of pleasure. He now knew why they did not tell young riders this secret, because he may have been dissuaded with the truth. But now, in the heat of the moment, he desired nothing else than to be inside of her, to feel her warmth around his most intimate of parts.

"Surely, you must feel the urge starting to overpower your body and mind, human," she went on, coaxing him with a sultrier voice. She was correct. He could feel a powerful lust filling his body. "You are mine. I defeated that pathetic ruby dragoness for you, so you wouldn't refuse me now, would you? Do not fight what the Fates have destined for you, Clyde. Give in to that desire and embrace me as yours."

He was trying to fight it, but he didn't know why. Some part of him still wished to remain that young boy looking forward to his future as a dragon rider without any of the responsibility. Some part of him still held onto the fear of the unknown, because all he'd understood about riders was turned on its head. Yet it made sense. All the past riders, none of them had families, none of them had children. A dragoness and her rider truly became one, never leaving the other's side.

"Give in..." she repeated, caressing even more of his sensitive flesh, running her big finger along his hardening shaft.

His foot had slid down her belly and he could feel his toes tickling the top edge of her wet slit. He didn't know fully what was compelling him, but he let the bottom half of his foot slip inside her. Kylean moaned, arching her head back and letting Clyde slide even more of his foot into her warm pussy. The whole thing went in with ease. It spread wide and took him all the way up to his ankle.

He took his time arousing her even further, using the top of his foot to rub her clit over and over. Her moans only grew more powerful, and her pussy kept squirting more and more of the sweet liquid she'd marked him with.

"Oh, Clyde!" she growled in pleasure. "Together, we shall mark each other in the most intimate embrace."

Her sex filled the air around him and it only served to infect his body with more lust. He was no longer in control of his body. It craved to be inside her. It craved to feel her warm, wet flesh around him, just like it felt around his foot.

"But first, let me pleasure you like you've pleasured me," she offered, and Clyde was interrupted by her long, scaly tail coiling around his waist and lifting him into the air. He squirmed at first, but understood that he was safe with her. Wrapped up in her tail, she brought him close to her huge reptilian head. Her lengthy tongue slipped out and looped around his erection. She pulled him inside her damp mouth and worked his shaft with that slithery tongue of hers.

His arms were pinned to his sides by her tight tail and he couldn't move. There was nothing he could do but let it happen. But he didn't object to it. Her mouth and tongue on his throbbing cock felt like nothing he'd ever experienced. He sighed and grunted in pure ecstasy, and her tail twisted tighter around him, forcing him to thrust back and forth into her muzzle and along her eager tongue.

His body started to jerk as he felt his balls begging to release their seed. And she didn't stop. Her tongue's intimate rubbing kept sliding along his hard shaft and drawing it even deeper into her muzzle. He could sense that she wanted it. She wanted him to spill his seed inside of her, and perhaps that was how they joined. She had already marked him with her sex. Now it was time for him to do the same.

And with each passing second, she pushed him in deeper, harder, forcing his cock to slip faster along her wet tongue. It was to the point that her lips had nearly wrapped around his hips. The wet sounds echoed between the trees when he finally let out roar of ecstasy.

He could no longer hold it back. The stimulation was just too great. His body tried to jerk and wiggle in absolute pleasure, but Kylean's leathery tail held firm. All of his muscles tensed and he felt his balls finally let go of his seed, shooting deep into the dragoness's muzzle.

She slurped up all of his cum and licked him dry, a satisfied smile beaming across her face. "There, my rider," she said. "Now with your essence within me, we are bonded for life."