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Hope turns into despair when a prominent figure from Makaidos' past resurfaces on the grounds of the arena. Determined to change the Spire's faulty ways and bring true justice upon the guilty, this dark hearted dragon subdues Makaidos and his companions through horrific amounts of pain and unending torture.

Will our crew manage to overcome this bleak predicament? Can they even withstand the overwhelming punishment? Read and find out...

*WARNING!!! The chapter you are about to read contains heavy themes such as torture and masochism. If torture is not your thing, I strongly advise you to skip this one because things are about to get rather messy. I took out the heavy descriptive elements because they were really out of line. This part is important for the story because it introduces a rather important figure from Makaidos' past, and that is why I decided to post it. It's going to be relevant down the line. Please read it for the plot if not for anything else. I tried my hardest to remove the gory parts, yet you may still encounter acts of cruelty spread throughout this chapter. *

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Days passed until the next team fight. Days of persuading the stubborn Rayik to keep a level head and participate in these collective events. Makaidos argued after every meal or training fight. He had his own battle to win when Rayik started demanding ridiculous requests. He wanted to mate, and thrust, and liberate his seed, blatantly disregarding everything he learned as an ambassador. The two sisters almost pounced him during a night when he stuck his beak inside Sari's slit. Makaidos had to intervene. He protected Rayik, apologized for the hurtful words he flung at him, then surrendered his tailhole to him for a single mounting.

All so that he could be upon the frozen grounds of the arena and stare at the frightening armor decorating the scales of the new arena master. Makaidos knew him well. He had scales blacker than midnight, rows of bony spikes all the way from horns to tail tip, and a temper to match his jagged appearance. He was Endrythel, Fang of Midnight. The same dragon Makaidos dreaded for years stood just in front of him, surrounded by several SkyTalons even more armored than he was.

"Inhabitants of Are'lan!" He roared out, stifling the noise down to the last hissing whimper. "Feast your eyes upon the grounds of this arena. Look around you. Why did our ancestors haul these stones? Why have they built this arena, if not to test the skills of those who deserve and punish the unworthy?"

Roars boomed from the alcoves above. Endrythel raised his wings, silencing the eager drakes. "Too long have these grounds been desecrated with lassitude. For too long they have absorbed seed instead of blood. Is the blood that courses beneath our scales any lesser than a pitiful fluid only males can spill? Shouldn't we all be equally tested?"

Another series of roars ensued.

"The earth thirsts for blood and justice! Let us forget the sacrilege Stavoros unleashed between these walls. Let us erase the shame he bestowed upon the Spire. Let us extend justice, as we were always meant to do!"

Endrythel closed his eyes, basking in the adoration of the roaring crowd. The bastard really liked it. His wings shivered with delight, and for a moment Makaidos thought he saw a speck of pink emerging from his slit.

"Today, we have four traitors brought before you."

Makaidos immediately avoided that foul gaze. He looked at his paws, and at the claws that nervously dug their tips into the frozen soil.

"They have spilled the blood of their kin. Their brethren! Why? No one knows aside from justice. Justice that cleanses the scales of their taint and the flesh of its transgressions. Shall we make these traitors roar out their guilt? What say you?"

The arena roared once again. Makaidos's balls shriveled with fear. There was no escape out of this. Absolutely none. The two sisters huddled into each other. Shivers claimed their bodies, and even the warmth of licks could not wash the terror away from their eyes. Rayik stood proudly, one paw held before the other. He seemed to relish Endrythel's words. His beak grinded after everything he said, measuring the weight of the dragon's words.

"The crowd has spoken!" Endrythel walked, wings flared towards the group of four. "Justice will sear your scales in the light of the Spire."

"What...does that mean?" Vari whined pitifully.

"You will see shortly, female." Endrythel turned towards his SkyTalons. "Bring the tools. Let justice choose the punishment, and reward each traitor as it sees fit."

The armored drakes flared their wings and took off, leaving Makaidos and his group alone with Endrythel. No words were exchanged. No words needed to be. It was clear who the dragon was, and who was the whelp.

The SkyTalons returned with veiled trays strapped upon their backs. They crouched, bit off the straps, then lowered the package onto the ground. No matter what angle he chose, Makaidos couldn't catch a single glimpse of what lay underneath the cloth.

"Three trays for four traitors. It is a bit misleading, isn't it?" Endrythel paced around. "I thought about equality, but then I realized I shouldn't make a difference between whelps born from the same clutch. Why should they endure a different kind of punishment when everything they have done has been in each other's company?"

"You are twisted!" Sari snarled.

Endrythel had no reaction to that. He walked around her, lifting his wing high to avoid touching any part of her. "I certainly am, female. But we will see how far you can bend when justice weighs down upon you."

Vari remained silent, stepping back when Endrythel slid past her. He didn't care about the female at all, eyes fixing on Rayik. The gryphon stared back, blinking not even once.

"You seem confident, gryphon."

"Words do not scare me, dragon. Do what you have to. If you do not claim my life, I will come after you, be it after a year or a hundred."

"Bold," Endrythel nodded with admiration. "Did you show the same courage to the brethren you've slain?"

"They didn't cry when I tore into them."

"You will," Endrythel hissed softly, narrowing his murderous eyes. "I will make sure of that."

His paws took him right in front of Makaidos. The dragon still lacked the courage to match the same gaze that instilled fear so many times in the past. It pierced deeper than any claw, and took years to heal. Makaidos was afraid. He couldn't take the risk. Couldn't harbor that fear any longer.

"I think I know you."

Makaidos flinched. Warm puffs of air traveled down his neck, then along a wing joint. "These scales remind me of someone. Someone I trained," Endrythel descended under the belly, sniffing more insistently. "Someone I hurt."

Makaidos stumbled back when the heat drew too close to his slit. Endrythel snarled, licking the sharp tips of his fangs.

"Oh yesss. I remember that scent well. It is hard to forget a whelp that wets himself after every cut."

"I didn't," Makaidos stuttered. "Never have."

"Spoken like a true dragon. Your words betray you, soot scales. Let us see if your scales will do the same."

Endrythel finally walked away towards the SkyTalons posted around the covered trays.

"Come forth, traitors. Choose the hand of justice that will cleanse you of your taint."

The sisters approached first, picking the tray closest to them. Endrythel pulled the veil, revealing the crude, makeshift tools of the free tribes.

"The claws and fangs of SeaCliff. They may not look like ours, but they feel just the same when used correctly."

They didn't look very threatening. A bunch of sculpted branches and strong vines could hardly pierce scales. The sisters were lucky with their pick.

"Your turn, gryphon," Endrythel invited Rayik forth with a waving paw.

Rayik pointed towards the tray in the middle. Endrythel parted the veil and growled with unexpected mirth.

"Neruvriel will definitely suit you."

"I have rods thicker than your paws in my aviary, dragon."

"Inside you?" Endrythel growled with satisfaction. "I very much doubt that."

Makaidos bowed his head when that night scaled beast approached him. He looked at Rayik's brutish tools and wondered if the gryphon could take the punishment. Perhaps he could. The savage walking beasts that made their home in Neruvriel's wildness were somewhat akin to gryphons.

"Don't cower like that, soot scales. You don't even have to choose," Endrythel revealed the last tray. A savage snarl spread across his snout when the cloth was flung and torn to shreds by his claws.

"Endorel. The dawn of craftsmanship, and home to the biggest idiots that ever walked the earth. There are many things to say about their Starlit Empire, but one of them is certain. They have become quite adept at slaying dragons."

Makaidos froze. He never saw such contraptions before. Spheres tied with ropes. Rods raked and molded in bizarre shapes. Sharp, talon-like blades that stood completely straight. What exactly was this Starlit Empire Endrythel talked about? He heard only brief mentions of it from the few SkyTalons that ventured past the border. The last Conquest brought order to the world, and large scale wars have not been fought for years upon years.

Endrythel's words dispersed the words from his head. Makaidos found himself surrounded by two SkyTalons, like the rest of his group.

"Restrain the traitors. It is time to give this arena its rightful reward."

The dragons eased him onto his back. They weren't gentle, nor considerate, slapping his trembling paws whenever they twitched too hard. Makaidos had his wings tied under rows of ropes. The dragons fastened three bridges. One to keep his neck in place, one for his chest, and another just for the tail. Makaidos' teeth clattered with pure terror. He hated being bound like this. Abhorred helplessness.

And most of all, he loathed seeing others suffer alongside him. Sari and Vari whimpered helplessly as the dragons bound them with ropes and iron. They were even more scared than he was. They tried to touch each other with tails or snouts, yet the distance that separated them ruined any hopes of comfort.

"I will take it," Makaidos snarled, looking straight into Endrythel's cerulean eyes.

He approached, lips twitching above his snow white fangs. "What do you say, whelp?"

"I will endure the whole weight of the punishment. Just allow my companions to walk away unharmed."

"All of them?"

"All," Makaidos clamped his jaws. "That includes the gryphon."

Endrythel tilted his head this way and that. "A selfless offer. I might have considered it when I trained whelps, dragon, but when you aspire to be a Talon of Justice, there is one brutal truth you have to understand. Justice never cares for selflessness. You cannot take another's faults onto yourself."

"I can! I killed the SkyTalons, and I deserve to be punished," Makaidos growled and thrashed in his fetters. "Allow them to fly away. I beg of you!'

Endrythel brought a paw down with a thundering growl. "You will keep your maw shut, whelp! You came in as four, and you will be punished as such," he trailed his claws along Makaidos' tail, then sunk the tips so hard between the scales, he pierced the flesh underneath. "And if you think your word has any weight here, you are sorely mistaken."

Makaidos bit back his pain, vehemently refusing to give Endrythel any more satisfaction.

The Fang of Midnight lifted his paw, tasting the dripping blood with two flicks of his tongue. "Begin with the females, then turn upon the gryphon," he looked at Makaidos' bound, helpless form. "I want you to be the last, soot scale, so the cries of your dearest companions can pierce you deeper than any claw or fang has the right to."

Endrythel truly was a monster. Makaidos kept his gaze on him until the black dragon walked away.

Makaidos gritted his teeth as hard as he could. He just found another reason to escape this miserable arena. No matter what was about to transpire, Makaidos knew he would endure. He had to. For when his bonds would break and his wings spread above the clouds, he would descend upon Endrythel and desecrate his scales with hot blood and righteous vengeance. Makaidos held that thought as tight as he could, even after the cries of the two sisters filled the arena. He had to embrace justice. Feel it slither under his scales and strengthen them with purpose. Only by focusing his hatred and pain in a single point Makaidos could hope to overcome the torture that he was about to endure.

Growls and roars rang inside his ears with every passing heartbeat. Endrythel was right. They hurt more than a flesh piercing claw. Makaidos felt miserably selfish for ignoring the pain of those closest to him; two dragonesses that have shown him nothing but kindness and affection. Their cries tore at his heart, again and again until his rock hard conviction crumbled.

"I believe they oozed enough," Endrythel put an end to the cries of the two females.

The SkyTalons slowly dragged themselves out.

"Faster if you will. We can't waste our time on a single traitor."

The dragons walked towards Rayik, leaving behind bloodied marks with each step they took.

"Still think you can endure justice, gryphon?" Endrythel pushed his snout into his feathery chest. "I can assure you, your punishment will be nothing like theirs."

"Do not be too soft on me, scale-head." Rayik shrieked Endrythel's face.

He drew back with a savage snarl. "Take his hole first. I want to hear this wretched bird cry as I strip everything he cares for from muddy, scrawny hide."

A SkyTalon picked a spear inside a forepaw. He looked along the crude metal length and tested its weight with a few slashes.

Rayik cried when the spear split his flesh. Endrythel licked his lips at that. He flourished at the sight of blood.

"More. Take him harder. Push it deeper."

Endrythel grabbed the metal spear. He sniffed at the crimson grime, then slammed it right on top of the gryphon's balls, eliciting a coughing squawk from his overly dried throat.

"You cried like a fledgling, and I am not even done with you yet. I am disappointed, gryphon," he worked the spear's wet tip around Rayik's sheath. "I really thought you were going to last longer than the others."

"What shall we use, brightscale?"

"The flat one," Endrythel pointed towards a big wooden club. "Smash his balls until they bleed."

The dragon nodded. He picked the heavy wooden club, measured its weight, then slammed it down upon Rayik's exposed sack.

Makaidos snarled. His eyes squeezed shut as a rush of pain traversed his limbs. He almost felt that blow on himself. Rayik coughed weakly. His claws reached towards the thundering club, but they were unable to protect him. The pain of helplessness was almost as harsh as the blows themselves, and Rayik collapsed under the intense strain. He crashed on the ground, crying his agony after every hit. The club smashed, and crashed, and ruptured, flattening the gryphon's sack into nothingness.

Endrythel grabbed the crude tool between his fingers. "Stop."

The SkyTalon threw him a confused glance. "He didn't leak yet, brightscales."

"I know. I just want him to be awake for the next part. Bring the iron tooth, if you will. Let us give this gryphon a well deserved release."

The armored dragon shuffled through the tray. "This one?" he fastened a claw between the barbs of a crude contraption.

"That one," Endrythel pointed a claw towards the gryphon's cock. "You will use it to prepare his cock for release."

"How?" the dragon asked.

"By combing the barbs, of course. I know no female who would enjoy being raked by that vastly inferior cock. His own kin will be grateful for our work."

The dragon obeyed without further questions. He tried to fit the metal toothed comb around his cock, then dropped on his belly when the sheath refused to part. His paw pushed around it, exposing just a sliver of the gryphon's tip.

"It's difficult," the dragon gave up after a few tries. "I can't keep him out."

"Then get him hard. Lick, if you have to," Endrythel crouched near the dragon. "Or are you too proud to stain your tongue with gryphon cock?"

"I will do your bidding, brightscale," he bowed his head reluctantly.

Endrythel seemed pleased. He watched with obvious satisfaction as his underling's tongue got to work. It swirled in quick circles around the sheath, tempting the cock with the promise of warmth. Rayik squawked softly. His wings twitched and his tail rocked to the side. Makaidos sorely hoped he would not extract any kind of enjoyment from this.

But he was wrong. Rayik's lust driven addiction was stronger than pain. Stronger than conviction. And mightier than any throbbing wound. Endrythel hissed with joy at the sight of the gryphon's blooming member. The dragon slurped around the expanding tip. He squeezed it, nibbled around it, and pushed around the knot until the flesh hardened with purpose. Rayik shoved himself up, bursting forth with a long, trilling shriek.

"Take him."

The dragon lifted the device. With a flick of his claws, he parted its maw. Spikes made of dull metal hovered towards Rayik's throbbing tip. When they stood just above the flare, they twitched. The dragon sought Endrythel's permission with a quick gaze.

He snarled, and the contraption embraced Rayik's cock with a harsh bite. Squeaks, shrieks, and cries erupted from his beak as the dragon tortured him again, and again, then again.

Rayik gave up his fight. He collapsed on the ground, eyes half closed. The dragons sniffed and pushed around him, trying to get a response.

"He...gave up," the red one said. "I think he's dead, your brightness."

"He's still breathing," another one spoke. "Shallow and irregularly, but he is still alive."

"I believe this one had enough," Endrythel waved a paw. "Free him, and take him to a healer before he spends what little life he has left."

The dragons moved to quickly unfasten or cut through Rayik's bonds.

"Be swifter, limp paws. If this justice turns into killing, you will be held accountable."

How noble of him, to blame his flock for his own mistakes. Makaidos was half tempted to roar out his anger and challenge Endrythel to a fight. He would probably lose his life in the process, but it was better to die by claws, in the heat of combat, rather than being slowly tortured to death.

"It is finally your turn, soot scales. Your companions proved most...unworthy with their wavering resilience. I trust you will last longer than them."

"Do what you have to," Makaidos looked away, towards the approaching red.

"Lick his cock," Endrythel said. "Make him hard. I know just the right way to tame this insolent whelp."

Makaidos followed the red's gaze as he descended along his chest. He seemed somewhat reluctant, fidgeting on his paws like that.

Makaidos waited for Endrythel to shuffle through the tools, then stretched his neck towards the SkyTalon.

"Why do you obey him so blindly?"

The dragon feigned indifference. Warm puffs of moistened air flowed upon Makaidos' slit, tempting his cock out in the open.

"He knows nothing of justice. All he ever did was for his own gain."

"Be silent," the red hissed. "If he hears you, he will torture us both!"

"He is just one dragon!"

"A powerful one. Now clamp it shut!"

Makaidos snarled with unexpected bliss when something long and fleshy sunk inside him. The red pushed his snout hard against the slit, eating away at the flesh residing within. His tongue darted around the walls, then wrapped itself around the cock sleeping within. The combination of heat and pressure was too much for Makaidos to bear. He throbbed weakly, claws curling inwards.

"I found it," Endrythel crouched, poking his snout between Makaidos' upraised legs. "But don't let me stop you from feasting, red-scales."

He moaned weakly, pulling back his fluid drenched snout. A quick swipe cleared the excess slime as the dragon swallowed in one greedy gulp. "You should have been a female."

"What makes you-"

Makaidos hissed as he delved back inside. That agile tongue directed his cock into the dragon's maw, where the heat and the pressure caused Makaidos to become helplessly hard. He throbbed inside the fleshy prison, growing harder and longer. The red spat out the raging erection and washed his tongue over the spaded tip when he finished.

"Beautiful," Endrythel proffered a pair of dangling blue spheres tied with a rope. "Wrap it around his cock, and make sure the spheres remain inside."

The dragon took the spheres by the rope. He wasn't very gentle, and when he tugged, spikes came out of the twin spheres. Makaidos growled with unease. He expected something like that to happen.

"Try to contain your lust," the red tied the small rope around his rock hard cock. "If you can."

Makaidos had little hopes for that. The drake's tongue reminded him of Stavoros' gentle touch. The way he slid around his neck and pushed inside his hole with that big, calming cock stimulated Makaidos more than he was willing to admit. Being taken by a male was a highly arousing thought, and the red's hungry licking proved Makaidos just how weak he truly was where a tongue was involved.

He dropped the spheres. The convulsing walls did the rest. They pulled on the orbs, sheltering them deep inside the soaked flesh.

Makaidos held his breath. Taming arousal was no easy feat. He had to focus hard on something other than mating. Trys came into his mind. She chirped joyously, flying between the sunny reaches of her home. Makaidos immersed himself in the peaceful thoughts, until the scenery shifted and changed. Trys was still in front of him, lifting her tail high above her fluid coated lips. She looked back and moaned a needy chirp, begging Makaidos to sink himself inside her.

He throbbed. His jerking cock pulled hard on the rope. The spheres immediately released their teeth. Sharp spikes dug into Makaidos flesh. He snarled and spasmed, making it all the worse.

"How does it feel, to have them inside you?" Endrythel wrapped a paw around the throbbing cock. Slick juices covered his scales.

Makaidos throbbed helplessly hard. The pressure stirred him, and the spheres dug deeper into his walls. They felt like sizzling iron, raking too deep where they were not supposed to.

"Good? Hard?"

Endrythel's paw increased its grip. He rubbed up and down, each jerk of his paw sending heated jolts along Makaidos slit. He embraced the spikes hard, then released them, finding an ounce of relief in the rush of blood that followed. The thick liquid took away the fiery edge and bathed it like an oily ointment.

Endrythel circled around the tip. Makaidos growled and thrashed. The rough embrace of his scales felt better than he imagined. He thrust, surprising the black dragon with his audacity.

"You want more?" he cupped the spaded tip and squeezed hard. "You want to cum? Is that it?"

"YESSSS!" Makaidos snarled in his face. "I want to stain these vile scales of yours with something of worth!"

Endrythel licked his fangs. He jerked his paw back. Makaidos throbbed hard, but the spheres bit harder. The sudden motion flared them all the way. Their teeth dug deeper and harder into the flesh, assaulting Makaidos' senses with a hundred jagged teeth. He yowled and snapped at the air, struggling to block the immense surge washing inside slit. Fire broke loose, whipping harder than any bundle of vines.

"B-barely a tickle," Makaidos bit his tongue, savoring the metallic scent of blood. "Bring more, and maybe I will feel something."

Endrythel sent his head crashing down with a heavy tail swipe. Makaidos blinked in confusion. Once the haze cleared from his eyes, he perked his head. Endrythel held a crimson rod inside his paw. Swirling patterns covered the tip, looking too much like flames.

"Maybe this will sting you."

He thrust the rod past the shivering walls, straight into the metallic balls. Makaidos felt nothing at first. Then, Endrythel hissed, and along with his pleasure oozed out a heat more intense than Makaidos ever felt upon his flesh. The surge took him like a storm.

"Perhaps that is too hot for you!" the black dragon lifted his other forepaw. Another rod was held inside his grip, with a jagged tip and a cerulean surface. With the twitch of a claw, Endrythel activated it.

Cold vapors puffed from the tip. Makaidos' cock throbbed and shriveled. They had a ruthless bite, feeling like a thousand shards of ice pierced his flesh at the same time. Endrythel circled the cock, watching it shrivel and freeze under winter's cold grasp. By the time he was done, the spiky spheres felt like a kindness compared to these horrible rods.

"A pity," Endrythel slid a paw over the quivering slit. "To grow so hard and become limp within heartbeats. It must bite your pride, dragon. To be so close to release, and have that stolen from you."

"I...don't care...about your pleasure," Makaidos said between breaths. "I don't care what you will use..." he picked himself up, matching Endrythel's malicious gaze. "You will never...ever...subdue me."

He growled at that. "Do I look helpless to you? Or threatened? You are already bound, soot scale! Subdued to my whims. You should have thought about something a lot more obvious," he played his clawed fingers along the exposed sack.

Makaidos snarled when his balls were squeezed within his grasp.

"I wanted to relieve you. Pity the females and the gryphons gave up before I could do so, yet something tells me you are the one."

"You waste your breath."

"Do I?" he squeezed harder.

Makaidos dropped like a rock, just as Endrythel expected. He slid on his belly and grabbed both rods, slamming them at the same time.

"This starts to smell," Endrythel pushed himself up, shaking his head off the unpleasant tinge of seared flesh.

"Are you...scared...night-scales?" Makaidos managed a faint whisper.

"Surprised," he snarled. "You do last longer than most, soot scales. That name fits your charred balls. Perhaps I should change it."

Endrythel left briefly, then returned with two SkyTalons. One had the sharp sword clutched between his claws, while the other boasted a curved Scythe-Claw.

"Rake his flanks. Expose this wretch for what he truly is. And when the last scale falls from his bleeding flesh, brand him as Makaidos blood-scales."

Weapons clattered on the ground. The two dragons retreated from the grisly sight.

"Our work is done, blood-scales."

"Beautiful work," Endrythel swiped his paw over the overly sensitive skin. "Actually, it looks horrendous. Worse than your sooty scales. Yet I have to admire the work that has been done here. I have never seen such precision before. The Starlit Empire is truly a marvel."

Makaidos said nothing at that. He was much too weak. The shivers claimed every part of his body. His paws felt tight, his tail barely responded, and his maw kept slamming its jaws together with its incessant clattering.

"I have one last gift to share with you. A contraption that may bring about your release."

Another waste of breath and words. Makaidos ignored everything, even the smooth object penetrating his tailhole. It felt like a member, until it started to expand inside him. It grew, and grew, stretching the muscles past their normal limits. Makaidos yowled between sporadic breaths. It was too big. Too oppressive. And went far too deep inside him.

"How does it feel, whelp?" Endrythel slid the ballooning cock back, causing the tight tunnel to squeeze and collapse around the immense protrusion. Consuming lust washed over Makaidos. He never had something so big inside him. Never!

"Will you still spurt? Do you have the strength to cum now?"

Endrythel shoved the balloon back inside, stretching every muscle down to its very limits. Makaidos waited. He waited for it to reach close enough. Bid his time while it slid closer and closer to his prostate.

Then, he squeezed. A surge of strength traversed his body, culminating into the depths of his tailhole. The clenching motion combined with the startling pressure exerted upon his most sensitive spot, triggered the harsh pressure welling inside his balls.

Makaidos moaned weakly. He ignored the pain. Blocked the spikes eating away at his slit, pushed back the ache from his balls, and forgot about his chaffed flanks. With one mighty shove, he spurted his seed forth. A significant amount of milky fluid spurted from his slit, too quick and hard for Endrythel to retreat. He took the load straight in the snout, then roared a harsh and unrelenting cry.

The pressure pushed harder inside Makaidos, spurring his incessant spurts. He throbbed and moaned, washing away all the pain with soothing strokes of mind easing pleasure. His slit overflowed with draconic seed. Each gush dribbled along his sides, feeding the ground with nurturing fluids. Suddenly, the spikes did not seem that bad. Each clench around their hard barbs amplified the heat, so Makaidos spurted harder and longer. The stimulation soothed his balls as well. By relinquishing their load, the ache subsided, allowing only blissful pleasure to cascade across their frame.

With such rich, exhilarating feeling coursing beneath his scales, Makaidos spent himself. He collected the misery within his throbs, pushed it away out of his slit with strong, healthy spurts, then allowed it to trickle down far and away. Like Endrythil said, he did spend himself down to the last drop, and enjoyed every little caress. Every throb. Every ejaculation.

Endrythel flapped away with an angry growl. Makaidos heard something about revenge when the red pushed around his head.

"I am still awake," Makaidos poked his tongue and slid it along the dragon's nose.

He drew back, startled by the touch. "Say no more. We will take you to a healer."

"Why?"

"Because..." the red looked up, then shook his head. "Because Endrythel is wrong. Guilty or not, you are still a dragon, and deserve better than torture."

Makaidos blinked. He would have nuzzled right into the red's neck if he wasn't feeling so weak. More dragons flew down. Makaidos closed his eyes to the sound of their trampling paws and the scents of their hides. He growled softly when the ballooned mess slid out of his tailhole, then closed his eyes to save strength.

Darkness took him before he had the chance to argue.