Near Extinction
Snow, it had been snowing again, and had continued to snow for the past 4 days unmercifuly. The bitter gray clouds above the trees and rocky cliffs seemed to barge forwards in a fast paced, non stop movement. Though the bitter gusts of wind seemed to destroy or perhaps destruct anything within its path. Trees were cascaded down to one side, the branches were torn from old fallen logs and scattered about the forest flooring. Leaves, they were everywhere, surrounding the fallen pines that had taken their toll and fallen forth to give new life for the younger generation.
Rodents, small critters, and birds flawked themselves along the forestry floors. Chipmunks, and other mammals were busy stuffing their mouths full of nuts to carry home to a nice warm den. Though something wasn't right with this picture. All that seemed so plentiful, so beautiful, seemed so, dead. Almost within the blink of an eye, a loud *snap* was heard. As soon as the animals of the forest had heard this, they'd took off scampering for covor. Running in every which way, trying to make the best of it for if they were caught by whatever had scared them, they'd be roasting over an open fire, or be within some predator's ripened stomach.
Just moments before, life had taken a fancy to the forest and within moments, seconds no doubt, it had been as eerie and as dead as the graves in which those were burried within. Footsteps, angry shouts, nostrils flaring. Stampeding hooves tattering the breathless snow to unforgiven pieces. It all seemed like some kind of a tragic nightmare, one someone would find in their own mind. The smell of burnt flesh, the sounds of greedy dogs, the cheery laughter of the hunters. It all seemed like a war party; a get together to form a floor plan to take draconians and chameleons to extinction.
Though what the rum drinking hunters didn't know, was that there were eyes upon them. Eyes that were bitter, filled full of hatred, and disgust for human-kind. Those eyes were a crystaline blue, and belonged to a 12ft', 400 pound draconian. This male creature had ways of hiding, and knew that if he'd been seen, something would have gone wrong. Sharp, black talons moved along the snow, making slit marks within it as he tried to stay as quiet as possible. The twin spirals that shot out the top of this male's head, were hidden by the hood he had worn over himself. Deep within the trees, crouching, and waiting, this magnificent beast would wait for the right moment. He wanted to be the first one to take out this entire band of men, slash them in half and make sure their blood would flow into the forest floors - hailing the miraculous beast for his good deeds.
Something had caused the beast to snap forth out of his own thoughts, in which had ended with a gunshot not to far ahead. It had seemed one of the men had taken down an elk. Such ruthless creatures they were, hurdling themselves around it on their 4 legged steeds and poking at their prey like wild dogs. This sickened the beast so badly he had to turn his head away and blink a few times before he would stand upright and slink himself upon quiet talons back towards his den. What was it with society today? Could nothing live to tell the story of another day? Humans took what they had wanted, and had taken more then their fair share of things. They would theive, steal their way into anything that had money involved. A dragon's hide was worth more than that of a wolves, seeing as how it was near extinction.
Moments later, Nathan had made his way home safely to his den, though it was far out of the reach of society. A hidden den that was behind a waterfall - pines and old oakes that were as tall as a redwood stood before it and off toward the side. His favorite specimen of tree was the weeping willow, in which he had had within his cave itself. There was a way to his den - but only if one enjoyed heights and wasn't clostrophobic.
As Nathan rested himself before the fire he had made within the back of his cave, he'd reach off toward the side of him and grab hold the small little pouch in which had previously been attatched to his waiste. " Jesus Christ. " He cursed out. " Down to only 3\4th of mangal root. " That was the only ingredient that he was low on that was actually stopping him from creating a small vision within the fire itself. Nathan peered towards the side of his cave and looked near the wall of it, smiling just a bit as a painting of his beloved mother, who was slain by these hunters still remained. Revenge - the key word to Nathan's exsistance. The draconian moved his head toward the side and flexed his wings before closing his eyes mid-drift, then mumbled something that only himself and the painting could hear. " I swear to you Mother, these men will pay. If I have to die just trying to cause their race to go extinct, I will at least know that I found the men that did this to you. " Nathan usually wasn't this emotional towards a painting, but the fact was - these MEN these... MONSTERS took the only person he ever knew away from him. They would pay, if he had to spill their blood before their fellow brethern to prove a point.
Thoughts of his past ran through his mind as he sat there, wings stretching to their full length before returning to rest upon their rachis. Nathan would outstretch his knees before him and rest the bottoms of his taloned palms against them. He was pushing 22, and he still had no significant other to share his life with. He guessed that was to be expected though, seeing as how he was so much larger then anyone else in his breed. It was unknown to him though, of what he was after. He was the 3rd draconian left, and if those men had taken them down, he would be the only remaining male left. Thoughts of disgust ran through his veins, and it only boiled his adrenilon even more. They were indeed murderers. Soon one day, Nathan would make them pay, and that day was coming quicker then they would expect. Who were they to know that them, being the mighty hunters, would end up being - the hunted?
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Seasons had passed, from Winter, to Summer - and Nathan still hadn't succeeded in finding who had killed his beloved mother. Though in due time, Nathan would emerge from the depths of his shadowy den and slay those ruthless men. Though a fear had held him back. If he had gottan killed, he would not get the chance to avenge his mother's death. So the draconian stayed hidden, only leaving for what supplies he had needed to keep himself alive.
On a summer morning, where the fog met the lands, and the sun had barely begun to set, Nathanial had made his way from the depths of his home. He'd made his way out from behind the waterfall, only to spread those massive wings of his and take flight. How good it felt, to fly within those peaceful skies. Only the clouds moving over his wings and cressing the scales. It made him feel at peace with earth. Higher and higher he would rise, going over trees and mountains he'd not been able to see in years.
One place that he had enjoyed being was near the festivities. A place where his kind and the like got together and shared stories about their lives, and the seasons that had passed by. Though something had been different. A faint smell had cursed through his nostrils in which had caused him to flare them. Nathan scanned the surrounding skies for any signs of other life, though found none. It was that time of year again, a time of the year in which had made the draconian go into a series of 'rutting'.
Mating season had been in store for him once more, and he was sure this year wouldn't be any different from the last that had passed by. Nathan knew he was destined to be alone, and that if he even got the chance to mate with anyone, he would have to protect them from anything that crossed their path. He wasn't sure if he was ready to get into that kind of committment just yet. Though he had wanted someone, anyone to be in his life. He hated being alone - protecting and fending for only himself.
Moments later, Nathan landed in a wide-spread clearing. Hints of sunshine tuned the shadey places, and the sounds of sparrows and other specimen of birds could be heard singing. The sound of a nearby stream could be heard as well, from a distance. At first Nathan was in awe by his surroundings, and wasn't sure if he should leave. Though something had caught his attention. The faint musk of pheramones had caused the dragon's mind to go uncontrollably wild. Nathan made his way through the clearing and into the surrounding trees, only to stumble upon what looked to be a smaller lizard - male from what he could tell. The Chameleon was sitting near the edge of an old rotted stump, wearing only a blue vest and a very baggy pair of black jeans. Nathan himself had stayed hidden, or tried to do so at least. He scented the air a little more and expanded his wings to stretch the tired muscle joints before returning them to rest upon that rachis of his. Crystaline eyes were focused upon the male for a long while before Nathan would emerge from the trees and clear his throat, as if trying to be recognized.
" Hello there little fella... " Nathan stated through an almost rumbling tone. At first the Chameleon looked up with perked frills and had a wide eyed gaze to his expression. It was as if he was afraid of Nathan. Though he had stayed stiff, continuing to sit upon the stump he'd been resting on. Nathan walked closer to where the Chameleon was sitting and stood to his original ungodly height, then folded his arms across his chest. Nathan himself, only wore a gold band that went around his hips and over his tail, with a black loincloth that had covered his genitals.
The Chameleon moved a bit, startled by this suddensy of approach and had moved back, standing near 8ft tall. His soft eyes would peer towards Nathan before he would speak, his voice booming out but in a soft tone. " W-who... a-are y-y-you? " he studdered out. This was what had happened to him when he was excited. He couldn't help his studdering problem, though in due time it could be corrected.
Nathan smiled a little and then looked towards the male lizard in which had been studdering. He was a remarkable sight to be seen. So handsome, and regal. A shake of the draconian's head and he would speak up, voice booming almost in the mock of thunder, " The name's Nathan, friend. I'm just visiting these lands. May I ask what I should call you? " He would explain, only then to ask the creatures name; trying to be as modest as he possibly could.
" Ni-Nik-Niklo.. Sir... " The chameleon had stated replied. Nathan could sense that he was becoming a little more at ease with the fact that there was a draconian in his lands. Nathan himself, moved forwards, standing almost directly in front of him. " Ah. Niklo. Such a nice name... " Nathanial would trail off. He would then peer towards the little lizard in front of him and outstretch a hand in greeting.
Niklo, had several thoughts roaming throughout his mind at this point and hadn't been paying attention to the outstretched hand that had been given to him. The only thing he saw was movement. Though he had snapped back to reality and had outstretched his own hand in a hesitant way. " Pleasure to meet you, Nathanial. " he had replied, his grip was firm on the dragon's hand, and he made sure that he wouldn't be the first one to let go. Was it possible that this male had been interested in the same sex as he? He wasn't sure yet.
Nathan would move closer to Niklo and smile, only to quickly manuvour himself behind him so his arms would wrap about the lizard's waist. A grin appeared on the dragon's face and his talons would trace marks along the center of his stomach - through the vest he wore. Niklo on the other hand, wasn't sure what was going on, and being the submissive one that he was, had allowed Nathan to do this to him.
Moments had passed and Niklo would find himself without his vest, as Nathan's hands busily worked to remove it. His talons raking against the firm chest of the chameleon before Niklo would find that Nathan's tongue would be sliding along the side of his neck and downward along the side of his shoulder, reaching the front of his throat. Nothing seemed to be cohearant for the lizard and before he knew it, his baggy pants were off of him and down to his ankles.
Nathan himself had rumbled against the back of the lizard's spine, making his back arch outwards. Niklo's eyes would close shut rather tightly, making it seem apparent he was enjoying himself. Though he wasn't usually that submissive. Though under the circumstances, he had no choice.
Niklo let out a small wantan moan for the dragon in behind him, and had pushed that petite rump of his against the vastly growing buldge in the dragon's cloth.
He slithered those lenient arms of his in behind him and had tried to let his hands rub against the massive thighs of the male behind him, though only made it to the top of his hips. The danty lizard found himself now being pushed to the ground. What was happening? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was enjoying himself rather muchly.
Nathan's body blanketed over the lizard and his hands had taken hold of the cloth in which had covored the portion of his external genetallia. As he did this, his hand would push it out of the way, in which had allowed the arrow head tip of his cock to press downward against the underside of the lizard's tail. It would indeed make the lizard surrender to him if he chose to. The dragon's hands then took hold of the chameleon's and pushed them above his head, holding them against the ground and before the lizard knew what hit him, Nathan would shove his rather large cock passed the pucker of the male's asshole, sending it past the o-ring and into the heated depths.
Niklo's eyes would tear up and a audable " Ahhh! " was heard from him. His tail-hole had been invaded, in which had caused his thighs to part more wantingly to the size of the male's cock. Niklo let his hands dig into the grass as they were under Nathan's, in which would stabalize him. The poor lizard was being violated by the size of the cock in his ass, and somehow- deep within him, he had loved it very much.
Nathan found himself hilting his massive cock within the lizard's tight depths, in which had caused him to throw his head back with a loud sounding roar. He grunted a good amount, then withdrew his hips backwards before sending them slamming up against the lizard's rump in a helpless attempt to reconsile his release. His taloned feet dug into the grass, issuing a more firm grasp to be able to push himself into those tight muscles that had been wrapping themselves about his cock. He knew that Niklo wouldn't be able to be still under him for long, and knew that he had had to make this quick, and as painless as possible for him.
It had seemed more than an eternity before Niklo was pushing himself backward against the cock that had invaded his tight asshole. He cried out more and more as he felt the pistoning shaft drive deeper and deeper into his tiny, tight ring of muscles. He huffed lightly and would dig his claws into the grass for more support as he felt his body being slammed against, the tip of the dragon's cock going ever so deeper within his bowels. It was useful, he couldn't get away if he had tried. His tail however was up and out of the way, being pushed off to the side to allow the dragon more access to his hole.
Nathan on the other hand was pummeling this poor lizard. He was lost within the brink of his desires and was unable to control himself at all. He shifted himself upon the lizard, let go of his hands and slid his own to Nik's hips and then squeezed the cheeks together, making it more pleasureful for the both of them as he had continued to take what was his, to claim this lizard as his bitch.
Niklo's body felt like it had been torn apart, and he knew that if this didn't end, he would end up bursting in half. His whimpers did nothing for him, and he soon found out that his moans of pleasure were egging the dragon on. Harder and harder the thrusts became, and louder and louder each of their grunts and moans had erupted from the depths of their chest.
In seconds flat, the dragon cock that was pounding that sweet ass of Niklo's had erupted, gallons of cum leaving his tip to ensure he had filled him up entirely, in which would make the male's stomach swell outward. He latched his maw about the lizard's neck and had bit down onto it tightly, making sure that he had left his mark upon the side of Nik's neck for all to see that this was HIS bitch and no one else's. Nathan's amount of cum would make an equine jealous, seeing as how he was larger, and more wider around the girth. Though his balls were no exception. They would smack against those of the lizards, and make him moan and beg for more.
Though as soon as Nathan had came, he had pulled out form Niklo and had rolled onto his side, panting rather heavily. It had seemed that the dragon had wanted only this, but it wasn't true. He had wanted so much more. He'd wanted the chance to have someone in his life, and was sure that the Chameleon would be pleased to hear his request.
Seeing as how Niklo was one of the species that the hunters were after, Nathan felt that he had the right to protect him, and seeing as how Niklo was his mate now, he wouldn't let anything come in between them. Not now, or ever.