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The Life and Trials

Of

The Draconian Apprentice

Chapter IV

Ondine walked up the stairs of the magistrate's building.

Salieri trailed behind, having been forced to run with his Lady twelve blocks away from the flat.

An elven guard barred Lady Ondine's path, "The magistrate is not seeing anyone today, woman! Go away!"

She pleaded, "Please, I have to see him, I knew his daughter, I had to see if the news I'd heard was true."

The tall, pale elf squinted at her, "I don't care if you were her auntie twice removed, NO ONE SEES THE MAGISTRATE! Not now, not during this horrid ordeal in his family."

The magistrate spoke, "Stand down, Gregory."

The elf turned, "But sir!"

"Gregory, don't work yourself up, my friend. Your wife worries enough about your blood pressure." He chuckled sadly before pushing past his lifelong friend and most trustworthy of his guards. Trimble clicked his tongue kindly when he saw the graceful white dragoness who stood before him, "Ah, Lady Ondine, I thought I had recognized your dulcet tone from inside. I already on my way out, have arrangements to make for..." He grew silent, "Well, I suppose you heard."

Ondine bit her bottom lip, "Then it's true? Mari, my friend?"

He held the door for her, "Please come inside, I have plenty of time before the undertaker closes his shop."

She bowed her neck politely to the gryphon, "Thank you, Magistrate."

Salieri began to follow, he was stopped by the guard.

"The dragoness, not you, lizard." The elf still tried to throw his weight.

Trimble reprimanded his guard, "Gregory, any friend of my friends is welcome. And who are you, young one?" He asked as he guided the drake in with him.

Ondine answered as the three went up to Trimble's office, "Salieri is my new apprentice, Hubert."

Hubert churred, "Truly? You've finally decided to pass on your knowledge after all this time, Dear? What changed?"

She smiled, "Your daughter helped, she was a very good friend for me after Oliver died. She convinced me it would be a sin to let all my accomplishments collect dust. She was right."

Hubert closed the doors to his office after Ondine and Salieri stepped inside. He then closed some curtains before turning to the dragons, "Please sit down, I have something important to show you both."

He struck a match then lit a candle to give the room light.

Ondine was perplexed, "Why this all of a sudden? And what's so important anyway?"

The gryphon made eye contact with the dragoness, "What I'm about to show you and your Salieri here, no one else can know. Ondine, I watched you grow from a hatchling, bouncing on your father's lap. I trust you. And your apprentice here seems to be a very bright, intelligent young man."

Salieri turned purple from blush, "I'm not that special." He retorted.

Hubert held back the chuckle, this wasn't the time for laughter. "Pay close attention, both of you, I will only show you once." He tapped on his crystal ball and his sister's face appeared once again.

"Hubert? I was cooking just now, what did you want?"

Hubert looked into the crystal ball, "Gina, I wanted to see how Maricela was faring, can she come to the ball and talk to me?"

Gina clacked her beak, "She's still pretty sore about you moving her out of the city so fast, I won't be responsible for any cutting words she has for you, Brother."

He scoffed, "I saved her life, she should be grateful. Now bring her here, I have someone here for her."

Ondine looked at Sal with concern as she listened to the gryphon.

Gina sighed, "I'll see what I can do."

The sister's face disappeared from the sphere. After awhile another face appeared, a younger gryphon with a very sour expression.

"Dad?! You're telling everyone in the city that I'm dead? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He grimaced, "You did die, or at least, that's what I want my enemies to believe. They did come after you, someone who looked like you anyway. She took your place."

She changed her expression very quickly, "So you got some other girl killed, someone else who probably had family who loved her just to protect me?"

"She was a prostitute who had stolen from a state official and sold secrets. I offered her a pardon if she doubled as you. Her family, if she had any, will be compensated so that her sacrifice was not pointless."

That did not console her in the least, "How could you? You're a monster! You're no better than that black dragon!" She paused, "It was him wasn't it? Where is he?"

He rubbed the crystal, "He's in a dungeon right now, until I've passed judgment. That's not why I called you to the crystal, my sugar wings. Ondine is here."

Maricela blinked, "My flatmate?"

He nodded, "She came here as soon as she'd heard the news. She's sitting across from me right now." He turned the ball to face Ondine.

The young gryphoness squawked happily to see her friend, "Ondine! Oh, God I wish I could be there with you!"

Ondine sobbed, "I am relieved and horrified." She placed her right hand on the crystal. "Relieved you're still alive, my dear. Horrified at what your father had done." She glared at the elected gryphon who shrank into his chair under her hard gaze. "Wherever you are, Mari, be safe, I'll think of you and I'll miss you until I can hold you in my arms again." She suddenly remembered. She took hold of Salieri, pulled him closer so her friend could see. "Mari, this is Salieri."

The gryphoness smiled, "You have a new beau, Onnie?" She giggled.

The dragoness shook her head, "Dear no, he is my apprentice. I finally took your advice, my friend and I'm going to teach this young rogue everything I know. I was hoping he could meet you this morning, but you never came home."

Mari smiled, "He is a handsome apprentice for sure, I'd snatch him up myself if I were there right now. Anyway, Aunt Gina needs my help with her cooking. I'll try to write home to you as much as possible."

Hubert interrupted their reunion, "You would have to use another name, Maricela. We can't let anyone, not even our postal service learn of the deception that has occurred in these walls."

Mari sighed, "I know, Dad, I'll use Uncle Phelan's last name and I'll just make up the first name. I'm still pissed at you, when this is over, I expect you to come clean and show you have some dignity left."

Hubert frowned and nodded, "Thank you and be safe, Mari. I love you." He tapped the ball twice and his daughter's face vanished. He sighed, massaged his temples with his claws before he looked at the two dragons. He scoffed, "Well, now you know."

Ondine shook her head, "If you weren't my godfather, I would slap you right now. You let an innocent girl die in your daughter's place."

"The gryphoness was a whore and a thief, she was far from innocent."

The dragoness stood, "But that doesn't mean she should give up her life for it. I looked up to you. My dad loved you like you a brother. Do you think he would be happy about this?"

Hubert's feather's ruffled, "And you think I'm happy? I had no idea my aggressors would act so fast, I didn't know they would be so... cruel. The girl when I found her, she'd been skinned, butchered. They threw her corpse over my steps and left her for me to find. I hadn't seen anything so brutal except the day before. A tavern patron had been slaughtered in a similar fashion. I met with an old friend, he'd warned me for years about the dangers of allowing freedoms to those born without magic in their blood. Those who have to be taught magic. I arrested that same creature today. He tried to murder my daughter to make me bend to his will."

Ondine squinted, "Why are you telling us this?"

"The black dragon, his name is Noir. That's the name he's always given when asked at least. I knew him once, we met at a royal banquet. He seemed a level-headed fellow. Since then he'd come to me with his views on non-bloods as he called them. Creatures like the gnolls, the kobolds, furres, even humans. They are not like us, they are not born able to do magic. It has to be taught to them and while most take to it well, some cannot handle the pressure and people get hurt, sometimes killed. Then, I thought of him as no more than a bigoted fool. I never thought he would come after my family. He's in jail right now. But, he didn't commit those acts himself. He has accomplices out there, somewhere, running wild." He grimaced.

The elf, Gregory, had his pointy ear pressed against the magistrate's office doors through a good portion of that conversation. He furrowed his brow at what he had heard.

...

Meanwhile, the black dragon, General Noir sat patiently in his jail cell, calmly awaiting his day in court. He grumbled as he thought over the past few hours of what he could do to escape death. The magistrate would certainly push for the death penalty. The dragon held his neck at the thought of himself under the cold blade of the guillotine.

A small clatter shook him from his quiet brooding. His violet eyes searched the cobblestone floor before he spotted a small pebble that hadn't been there before. He looked up. The weasel guarding his cell hadn't woken from his slobbering slumber.

Noir turned his long neck up and he saw the barred window over the cot he laid upon. A second pebble flew through and hit him directly in his left eye. He growled in sudden pain. That woke his guard.

The weasel snorted before standing, "Oi, dragon! Keep quiet!"

Noir rubbed his eye before looking at the guard.

The fat weasel stared through the iron bars. "Keep makin' yer noises, an' I may have to put that mouth o' yers to better use." He lifted his kilt and flashed the former general.

The dragon had an idea then. He got down on all fours before the weasel.

The guard cocked an eyebrow at that, "You're sayin' you do want this? Big, scary dragon like you sucks dick?" He chuckled, "And how gullible do you think I am? I bet yore hopin' I'd throw this door open and just let you at it without forethought."

Noir tilted his head at the weasel, "I'll promise not to bite."

The chubby mustelid twisted his mustache, "Fine, but I'm not opening this door. You want it, you'll have to crawl to it, stick that pretty muzzle through those bars, that's far as ye go." He unbuckled the belt that held his kilt in place and allowed it to drop.

Noir softened his expression and nodded as he crawled, the large black dragon before a puny, balloon-gut like this weasel.

The weasel's grin spread across his dusty brown muzzle, "Don' make a mess, you'll have to lick it up an' we don't clean these floors too often."

Noir swallowed his pride, if he was to escape he had to win over new subjects, even this stupid weasel. The dragon had no qualms about pleasuring one of his own gender, he'd been an adventurous lad in his youth. He stuck his narrow muzzle through the bars as far as he could and stuck his slithery purple tongue out. The wet, warm, serpentine muscle slid against the weasel's flaccid cock. He immediately had to hold back a groan. This weasel didn't bathe often.

The weasel felt some pride at having such a great brute bow to him and take his cock so willingly. He tilted his short muzzle up and dooked excitedly as the dragon pleasured him.

Thankfully for Noir, the fat mustelid didn't take long to chub up. The slender, pink shaft slid from his brown-furred sheath and the dragon tasted the weasel's pre. It was warm, almost sweet.

The weasel churred from the treatment he was getting. No one ever told him being a jail guard would get him free blowjobs from inmates. He dared to reach through the bars and pet the black dragon.

Noir purred as a dragon only could and let the weasel put his hands on him while he slowly strangled the musky shaft in his mouth.

The weasel got into it, he began thrusting against the general's ministrations, his plump testes bumped the dragon's chin on each pass.

Outside, the badger who'd thrown the rocks listened in, on his troll henchman's stocky shoulders. He'd flinched when he heard the general roar in pain, then felt confused as the room became silent aside from the subtle sucking noises, light moans. The badger was such a degenerate he recognized those noises. His trousers felt tighter as the musk of arousal drifted outside.

The troll snorted underneath his badger boss, similarly getting hard from the homoerotic smells reaching his bulbous nose.

Inside, the weasel's knees began to buckle as his balls jumped.

Noir tasted salt, he opened his mouth wider and let the weasel expend his valuable seed. He even allowed the weasel to mark his face as he sucked on the guard's scrotum. He'd be the mustelid's cum receptacle until the right moment when he could escape, bend this fat fuck over then rape him with his tentacles.

The weasel wiped the last of his sticky purchase on Noir's lips, let the dragon crawl back to his cot then bent over to pull his kilt back to his waist. He laughed crudely, "That was much more pleasant than I thought ye capable, dragon. Keep in good spirits, an' I may reward you more." He turned on his heel then walked back to his previous post.

Noir waited until the weasel was fast asleep again before standing. He wiped the cum from his face before peeking out through the window over his temporary bed.

The badger gulped, "Sir! What on earth went on just now?"

The dragon chuckled, "You've got the nose, you surely sniffed your foul brethren feeding me his scrumptious weasel babies."

The badger shivered, "I didn't think you'd be the type to take a cock like that, General."

Noir chuckled, "I do what I can to pass the time, and I rather enjoy letting myself go sometimes." He became serious, "Now, I assume you and your friend down there have a plan to help me out of this?"

The badger nodded, "Oh yes, me an' the boys are all set, any time. Just say the word and I'll have you out of there."

Noir smiled, "Good, but be patient, they'll be transporting me to the courthouse tomorrow afternoon. It would be a misfortune if something were to happen en route."

The badger grinned, "That's why you're the general and I'm your faithful servant, sir."

Noir chuckled, "Now, go before anyone sees you and..." He sniffed the arousal still apparent in both males, "enjoy yourselves while you can tonight."

The badger giggled, "Grok an' me enjoy ourselves any night, possible death and failure does not take away our will for each other."

The mute troll chuckled scratchily.

The pair departed quickly then while Noir turned back from the window. His heart rate went up for the briefest moment when he saw the weasel was awake.

The guard glared at him, "You an' yore buddies could've been a little quieter." He got up then rattled his spear against the bars, "You're plannin' an escape aren't you?"

Noir stayed silent, but nodded.

The guard chuckled, "I'd like to see that, it's been awhile since I've seen real action around here. Now, if I were to help you, it'd be my neck lined up next to yours, but, this job bores the shits out of me, so I'm game for it."

Noir stood up to remind the weasel how much larger he was compared to the chubby mustelid, "Very well, but if it any time you should think of betraying me, you won't have to worry about your neck." He struck out suddenly with one of his tentacles, kept concealed. It entwined itself around the weasel's spear and the acidic slime burned through the shaft.

The weasel gulped, "I understand."

...

Ondine and Salieri had long since returned to the flat.

Both the apprentice and his master stood naked in her dojo.

The dragoness had placed the rest of Salieri's sandwich in the circle with her. She had a full telekinetic barrier blocking Sal from entering while that sandwich sat there only half-eaten. She nodded to her handsome young charge, "If you want something, Sally, you take it. I know you want this food, you've hardly eaten a thing all day." She taunted him, pretending to reach for the sandwich herself.

Sal concentrated hard on his enforced goal, he grew tired from trying to focus on the one thing.

Ondine put a teasing claw on the sandwich, "This lamb meat is smelling awfully enticing. I may take a bite myself."

Sal grumbled and stared with intent at the sandwich, this was so silly, but he did love the taste of that tender lamb. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

Ondine watched him carefully.

When Sal opened his eyes, he was more focused, he stared right at that sandwich and he wanted it. He needed it, the lamb, the asiago cheese, the hearty puttanesca sauce. His mouth watered, he had to have it.

The sandwich started to vibrate then started to levitate.

Sal grew in confidence; he commanded that food to come to him. It suddenly shot off the ground... and smashed into Ondine's barrier. The blue drake whimpered as the precious was destroyed before his eyes. He fell to his hands and knees, sweating profusely from all the concentration.

Ondine let her barrier go down, what food clung to it hit the floor and made quite a mess. She didn't stand, she crawled to her apprentice. She stared into his eyes, his pretty green eyes, "Impressive."

He panted, "What?"

She nuzzled him, "You penetrated my barrier, most starters wouldn't even get their brain power past it. You got through on your second attempt. I'm impressed. I believe you deserve a reward for that. Do you agree?"

He gulped, "Like last time?"

Ondine smiled, "I feel it is good positive reinforcement to use sex to reward a good pupil, my father laid his best students, male or female." She added that extra bit with a playful wink. "Now, come, you've earned some time in my circle, Sally."

He watched as she crawled back to the center ring. He felt mesmerized when she teasingly curled her tail to the side to show him her slick vent.

She turned then flipped herself carefully onto her backside and spread her legs. She took some of the sauce that had spilled from the sandwich then spread it over her breasts, her navel and around her pussy. She kissed the air at him, "You're still hungry right?"

Sal gulped then leaned over her. He sniffed her pussy first, his forked tongue slithered up and around her slick womanhood. He hardened as her heat flooded his snout. His tongue flicked for the briefest moment over that erecting clit of hers.

Ondine shivered, "Right for the prize, you are incorrigible." She massaged her full breasts as the young male ascended slowly.

His tongue collected the sauce spread around her belly button. He mounted her carefully, his length ground her slit while his tongue assaulted her heavy tits. Finally, he kissed her with a mouthful of mashed tomatoes, olives and garlic.

Ondine purred in her young lover's kiss. She held him in her embrace, and their bodies gyrated together while their tongues wrestled. His throbbing purple cock nudged open her pussy and he slid inside her. She hadn't intended to let him go this far so early, but, he'd earned this. She had to remember not to let him cum in her, though. It would be ill advised to let her student impregnate her with his eggs.

Sal would melt now if his body were pure ice, she was so tight, so warm inside and she fit his ridged cock so well. His hips swiveled expertly, dragging his penile barbs through her insides and so enticing her to bend more to his will.

Ondine gasped in a climax before breaking her kiss with her student, "Don't release inside me." She warned him with a growl.

He heard her but instinct controlled him this moment.

She knew what she would have to do, she didn't want to hurt him, but she couldn't let him inseminate a clutch for her.

Sal continued to work feverishly for his Lady. His balls dripped with her juices.

Ondine had lain with her husband enough to know when a male would climax. She moaned through her second orgasm then at the crucial moment, she pushed him off her with a combination of her leg muscles and her telekinesis.

Sal felt the world around him go into slow motion before falling flat on his scaly butt, before warmth wrapped his cock once again, and before he just exploded.

Ondine held her position as she let her student empty his nuts into her open mouth.

His tail curled possessively around his teacher while he ejaculated.

She let his cock flop out of her mouth when he was done. She gulped most of what she caught then showed him her tongue still drenched in his semen.

He blushed and smiled in his post-sex afterglow.

She kissed him and let him taste his own purchase on her tongue.

A viscous string of cum briefly connected their tongues after the kiss broke.

She giggled, "You almost made a big mistake, Sally."

He nodded, "I know, thank you for pushing me out when you did. I'm not quite ready for that part of life yet."

She kissed him, "It's good you're this mature at so young. Many other young dumb assholes like you end up wasting so much potential because they couldn't keep it in their pants. Now me, I met Oliver during training, we trained under the same master and we stole away many times, made love often, but we were careful."

Salieri smiled, "Every time I hear about Oliver, I wish I could've met him."

Ondine petted him, "He would have loved you. Now, let's go upstairs. We both need a bath now."

...

Two other individuals were similarly intimate, though in a much different fashion.

The badger and his troll companion had been so by aroused by their Master's display earlier in the day, it kept them in bed after they returned home to their little hole-in-the-wall hideout.

The badger moaned under the sweaty, hairy body of his mute lover. His meaty paws caressed the troll's manly pecs then pinched his nipples.

The troll grunted from his treatment by the badger. His brawny muscles covered his boss while their bodies ground together. Down below, the troll's throbbing cock clashed with the badger's pink shaft.

Both males thrust mightily against one another so their cocks rubbed together. The troll's sweaty sac dragged over the badger's bulbous pair.

"Who's a good boy?" The badger whispered to his stout mate, "Who's a good, strong boy?"

The troll would say, "Me!" But his vocal chords never worked for more than the odd grunt or chuckle. He'd been this way since he and the badger grew up on the streets, refuse of a large, uncaring city.

The badger lovingly nuzzled the troll's hairy face, felt the troll's tusks against his own face. He remembered the day he met this troll when they were both chased for stealing food. He escaped, Grok was captured and beaten by the guards to tell them where his accomplice had gone. He watched the whole ordeal from a hiding spot. He watched the welts opening on the troll's back each time the city guard struck him. The troll did not make a sound.

The badger felt in him a strange need to protect this one troll. He threw a stone at one of the guards. It struck true on one and knocked him out. The other became scared, believing the attack came from above. He abandoned his quarry and fallen comrade then ran.

The badger and the troll shared their illbegotten food that night. He introduced himself, "I'm Bradford." The troll didn't answer, the badger quickly learned he couldn't. "You don't talk?" The troll tried, "Grok" was all he could get out. "I see, well, you're still a pretty brave guy, thank you for the fruit. I'll bet that's the best bread you've had too." The troll nodded then chomped on the bread Bradford had stolen.

Both lifelong companions were brought back from their past by the erotic ministrations of one another.

The badger climaxed first and watched as his seed erupted across his stocky belly, adding more stripes to his black fur.

The troll ground into his friend's spurting cock and felt him pulse before the intimacy drove him over. Grok took to his namesake and released thick ropes of troll seed all over his partner's face.

Bradford bathed himself in his lover's contribution, rubbed the seed into his fur, brought some of it to his mouth and sucked his fingers clean.

The troll lapped up strands of his own and Brad's cum, then swallowed the stuff himself.

Both males smiled at each other after they were finished, any other time, they enjoyed raping, robbing and murdering but alone they were at peace.

...

In the bathtub, Salieri scrubbed his Lady's back. She leaned into his caresses as she felt him harden behind her. She teasingly nudged his cock with her butt, then wrapped her tail around it. He moaned from her sudden attention to his privates.

Ondine smiled, she pulled from her young lover's grasp, turned carefully so she didn't spill the bathwater then sat astride her student's lap. She held his purple cock in both hands. She massaged the tip, felt the barbs around it. Those barbs designed to make her ovulate even outside of her season when a male bred her. Oliver had no such thing, this was a dragon's specialty. She watched pre dribble from the slit and over her purest white scales.

Salieri watched with bated breath.

Ondine kissed him, before rising and then lowering herself on his dragonhood. He was inside her, a third time, she remembered their first time on the train. She let him finish inside that time, but she was careful, she is always careful. She shook that thought before she started to ride him.

He let her have control while he just played with her breasts.

Ondine kept rocking until he was hilted all the way in, pushing at her cervix. She leaned back and gripped the sides of the tub while Salieri took control. She kissed him, "Remember, don't release inside me." Some part of her hoped he'd forget, but her mature side knew she couldn't let that happen. He was such an exquisite young rogue, though.

Salieri slowed in his pursuit, wanting to stay inside his Lady as much as possible, he nursed on her perky, pink nipples. He purred when he tasted milk from her.

Ondine hadn't felt that sensation in years, no one had nursed her milk.

Sal kept on until it filled his belly. He pulled away with a slurp, then continued to mate with his teacher. He watched her large breasts jiggle with each thrust.

Ondine's arms grew tired. "Let's move this to dry land, hm?" She whispered.

Sal nodded then relented. He watched his female stand up, quickly reminding him of how tall she was compared to the drake. He followed her.

They came to her bedroom, they fell into bed, still wet, still horny for each other. She got on her back and he got on top. His purple cock entered her again and they just continued where they left off.

Their sexual union lasted a good extra hour thanks to the brief intermission.

When Sal was about to cum, he recognized it himself. He withdrew and instead thrust himself between her breasts where he finished with a youthful roar.

The dragons, the apprentice and his lady fell asleep in each other's arms that night.

...

Meanwhile, Noir counted down the minutes until the plan would come underway.

At the courthouse, Magistrate Trimble let his elven guard massage his aching joints while the gryphon contemplated what was to come next.