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Chapter 1: Dealing with my Demons

This is the first story I hope to publish. Dayum, to think, a couple of months ago I was simply perusing the internet for like-minded individuals, then found a beautiful outlet for my creative juices (ewwww...) Anyway, enjoy.

Just as a reminder, if you are under 18 you, legally, shouldn't be reading this. I can, however, do nothing to stop other than shake my virtual finger and say "no". So regardless of your age, enjoy.

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Abaddon let his eyes wander over the valley in front of him. From his perch, high up on the top of a sheer cliff face, Abaddon could see the entire lush forest stretched out in front of him. Feet dangling over the edge, Abaddon reclined back, spreading his dark red and black wings out to absorb the most sunlight possible. The half of Abaddon that carried dragon heritage lavished in the warm glow of the sun, while the demon half resented the brightness that the great sphere gave off.

This sort of internal conflict had become commonplace to Abaddon. He felt as though he was constantly trying to find a peaceful median between his two halves. One half, wishes to live life free of attachment, and soar through the skies, paying little heed to any problems outside its immediate surroundings. The other wanting to dominate, to exploit the weaknesses of others, it craves chaos.

Abaddon faces a rift, torn between two very different worlds. The life of a dragon, carefree and simple. And the life of a demon, aggressive and passionate. Abaddon spent most of his time in the Dragon Kingdom, but on occasion, met with his father, Moloch, in the Demon Realm.

The familiar sound of flapping wings disturbed Abaddon's peacefully uncomfortable rest. He peeked through a partially opened eye to view the approaching entity. Much to Abaddon's surprise, it was his Southern Drake friend, Raxyiumus. He was a medium-sized dragon, with a dark brown body and silver horns and ridges. Rax was a well-respected warrior within the Dragon Kingdom, partially because he had been born with a very powerful breath spell. Rax circled the ledge a few times before landing. As he did, Abaddon watched his enormous frame collapse into itself, revealing a much shorter, bipedal, version of the brown dragon.

"What brings you here?" Abaddon grumbled. He did not appreciate that someone had the audacity to invade his small domain.

"I would be lying if I said I came by choice. Your mother sent me to check on you. You have been outside The Boundary for several days, and some of the other dragons are starting to think that you're acting a bit too much like a demon" Rax stated. The other dragon moved over to where Abaddon was lying. He picked up one of the limp wings, sat down, and let the wing fall back in his lap.

"I would be lying if I said that I cared what those dull bastards thought of me" Abaddon huffed. The thought of facing more public scrutiny when he returned home was not an appealing notion.

"Abaddon... You're acting like a whelp again" Rax pointed out, in a very matter-of-factly tone.

"Oh am I?" Abaddon asked, not bothering to mask the sarcasm and disinterest in his voice.

The two sat in silence for a few moments. Abaddon unintentional took a sniff of the air to create his sinuses, and a sharp smell reached Abaddon's nose, one he knew all too well. It was the smell of sex, fresh sex. The familiar combination of sweat and male essence reminded Abaddon that it was that time of the year for southern drakes, like Rax.

"You've been in a rut again, haven't you?" Abaddon asked.

"What do you mean?" Rax returned, glad to have at least momentarily recaptured his friend's interest. But uncomfortable with the fact that he smelled like he was rutting.

"You forget, I'm half demon, and my demonic sin is Pride. I can feel your body's pride at successfully mating" Abaddon snapped without bothering to reopen his eyes. Sometimes being part demon was a gift. Since his demonic sin was pride, he was empowered when people were arrogant, and is very adept at utilizing that emotion.

"Not to mention you smell like sex" Abaddon continued.

"ummm..." was all Rax could muster. Abaddon cracked open one eye to see his friend's reaction. Rax was blushing hard, and Abaddon's demonic side enjoyed it, really enjoyed it.

Giving into his primal demonic urges, Abaddon sat up and moved closer to Rax, taking in all the scents that caked his scaled draconic body. Abaddon could smell the stag Rax had eaten just recently, the smell of the earthy valley the Dragon Kingdom was nestled in, and the masculine pheromones male dragons give off during mating season. A peculiar scent caught Abaddon's nose, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. Before he could ask anything, Rax shifted away.

"What are doing?" He asked, obviously uncomfortable with was Abaddon was doing. This, however, did little to stop the half-dragon's assault.

"What do I smell on you?" Abaddon said in a sing-song voice. He took another step closer, getting another fill of the peculiar scent, which he could tell smelled rather sour, and a little sweet. He knew he'd smelled it before, a lot, but couldn't figure out where.

"Cut it out Abaddon" demanded Rax, who took another step back. But with every step Rax took back, Abaddon advanced another.

Abaddon finally recognized the foreign aroma he was smelling, that was so familiar, yet so distant.

"You didn't rut some helpless bitch, you were the helpless bitch" Abaddon finally recognized the scent as dried dragon cum mixed with the powerful male musk.

Rax's face looked as though someone had just punched him in the stomach. His blushing had been replaced by an absence of color.

"You can't tell anyone!" Rax blurted out, having no other diversionary tactic left.

"Okay, on one condition" Abaddon wasn't particularly proud of the way he was currently acting, but it was just another thing he could add to his list of problems that came along with being a half demon. "You need to tell me the details: who, what, when, where, why"

"What?" Rax stammered. "I can... I... uh... but..." unable to get a word out.

"That's my condition. If you don't like it, I can't promise this information's safety" Abaddon coyly replied. He could feel his demon blood heating up, he was having fun.

"Well... I... uh... we met... uh... um..." Rax's stuttering had yet to cease.

"Okay, let's start at the beginning; who?"

"It's... ummm... Draxoklumus" Rax finally spat out

"Whoa" Abaddon didn't expect that such a fine specimen of a dragon would have taken Rax as a mate. The mental images accompanying this newfound information sent a warm sensation to Abaddon's nether regions.

Draxoklumus was the second-oldest son of the current champion of the Dragon Kingdom, Razeth. Drax, as he was called by those who knew him, was everything a dragon should be. He was larger than most of the dragons in the kingdom, paralleled only by his own father. He was strong, fast, and a very skilled flier. He had little magical aptitude, but had little need for it. Drax's real claims to fame were his scales, which were the hardest since the Iron Dragon, one of the kingdom's founders.

"Give me the details" Abaddon stated, barely concealing the lust in his voice.

"We met during a patrol of the southern side of The Boundary. I had just been with Alarimka earlier that day, but hadn't got to... finish. Anywho, I snuck away from the main group to... uh... finish the job myself. Draxoklumus caught me with my cock in my mouth, and didn't hesitate to 'join in'." Rax paused for a moment, as if reliving the memory. "At one point, another scout discovered us, but apparently he already knew about Drax, and wasn't eager to get involved. More to the point, Drax and I spent a good afternoon together, but eventually... we..." Rax trailed off. Abaddon followed his friend's stare, which lead directly down to Abaddon's, now emerging, member.

After a couple of seconds of awkward silence, the two dragons made eye contact. Their eyes seemed to share a brief connection, conveying their intentions to one another.

Abaddon and Rax rushed toward each other, their mouths locking into a passionate kiss. Abaddon's draconic member took this opportunity to lunge forward from its slit. He could feel the warmth leaving the extremities of his body and migrating toward what his body now deemed to be a more important region. Abaddon took this time to wrap his arms around Rax's back, caressing every muscle they could find.

In the midst of the hot kiss, Abaddon felt his raging erection collide gently with something slimy, yet firm. Abaddon realized that they two had moved closer, their dicks now pressed closely together, the tips of each touching one another. This new sensation sent ripples of pleasure shooting through both drakes.

Abaddon guided his hands lower, wrapping them around Rax's scaled backside. He played with it for a while, pulling the cheeks apart and darting his fingering toward the tight pucker, massaging them, or just holding onto them.

Abaddon pulled Rax closer, pushing their cocks together even more, resulting in even more ripples of pleasure that grew into tidal waves as Rax began to slowly hump his own member against Abaddon's, whose knot was already protruding from the tight slit that housed his precious organ.

Abaddon's pleasure was intense, his own dick was freely leaking pre fluid from the tip, which was mixing with Rax's. Abaddon felt as though his entire body was bathed in a pleasant warmth, culminating in the hot sensation that his needy member radiated.

Rax's pleasure was comparable to that of Abaddon's. He secretly loved nothing more than having a strong, powerful male holding him, touching him. He especially enjoyed Abaddon's continual fondling of his ass, a detail Draxoklamus had ignored.

"This is amazing" Mumbled Rax, momentarily halting the kiss.

"Just you wait, this is only the appetizer. The main course is coming up" Abaddon replied, lust filling his voice. The two returned to their kiss.

Abaddon broke away from their steamy kiss for a moment in order to deliver a few playful nibbles to Rax's neck, earning several moans and sighs, more being added with each bite. Rax drew great pleasure from having such a soft and vulnerable portion of his body being helplessly exposed to this "predator". His moans rewarded Abaddon each time a new tongue-filled bite was placed. Rax's tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as his partner continued to ravish his weak spot. Abaddon finished lathering Rax's neck in a layer of slimy saliva, which rolled down onto Rax's chest, and returned to the kiss.

The pair of dragon's kissing became much more intense, tongues began twisting and twirling, exploring the makeshift cavity between the muzzles of the two drakes. Sighs and groans were exchanged between the two continually. This went on for another several minutes before Abaddon decided to shift courses. He took hold of Rax's hands, and guided them down toward the pair's throbbing members.

Rax took hold of Abaddon's piece, feeling how strong and powerful it was. He began jerking Abaddon's cock, a motion he was all too familiar with. Rax's actions earned continual small, and somewhat involuntary, humping motions from Abaddon, who relished the new form of stimulation.

"Your hands are magical" Said Abaddon.

"Just wait until you feel the others"

Rax's response caused Abaddon to buck forward, attempting to hump more of his needy shaft into the artificial orifice. This allowed Rax to gently tickle the flesh where the cock head met the shaft, causing a small eruption of precum from the tip.

Rax suddenly felt his own member enveloped by a warm sensation. Momentarily moving his muzzle from Abaddon's and looking down, he saw that Abaddon had taken grip on his own cock, providing him with the same pleasure.

"It's only fair, You scratch my wings, I jerk your dick" Abaddon said between moans. Obviously thrilled by both the warm mouth around him and his partner's reaction to the reciprocation.

Abaddon's comment earned a few chuckles from Rax, who decided it was time to break out the big guns, and got down on his knees.

Both drakes were apparently pent-up, both their cocks were leaking pre faster than seemingly possible. Boths knots were free of their slit, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of blood flow combined with manual stimulation.

Looking ahead, Rax was facing Abaddon's lengthy member. Its tyrian purple color only added to its beauty. The pointed cockhead lead down a long shaft, sectioned by several tough ridges, culminating in the thick knot at its base. He did not hesitate in teasing Abaddon, licking at the tip, rubbing the erect tool on his face, or licking up and down the length of the shaft. With his free hands, Rax had one hand playing the dangling orbs below the member he was nursing. His other hand pressed against Abaddon's lower stomach for support.

"Oh my go-od" Abaddon lost whatever he was about to say as Rax touch the first couple inches of his pulsing shaft inside his beckoning maw. The added form of sensation brought Abaddon to levels of pleasure he previously thought imaginary.

Rax brought his second down from Abaddon's stomach, taking his knot in his palm, and giving it a gentle squeeze.

The stimulation caused Abaddon to give out a little more pre, whose distinctively sweet and salty taste Rax was beginning to really crave. Rax squeezed a few more time, really milking the cock for all it had.

Pleased with the reaction of his subdued dominator, Rax took another couple inches of the yearning length inside his mouth, eliciting more groans of pleasure from Abaddon. Rax gave Abaddon's balls a quick squeeze, and as Abaddon inhaled, he took the remaining length of the shaft inside. Abaddon felt as though all his blood had just frozen, the simultaneous pleasure from both sources caused him to buck his hips wildly, like an animal attempting to breed its mate.

Rax judged that by Abaddon's ravenous humping that he was almost at his peak. To compensate, Rax decided to go for broke. Angling Abaddon's cock toward the back of his throat, Rax took his thick knot inside the very front of his mouth, bringing his nostrils to the heart of Abaddon's groin. It was scaled like the rest of his body, but small horns replaced the hair that would be present on a mammal.

With his now free hand, Rax began stroking his own tool. Starting at the tip, slowly sliding his way down the length of the shaft, then giving his knot a quick grab.

His motions progressively more quick as he trying to time the pairs' orgasms together, and Abaddon was much closer than he was.

Hearing Abaddon moans grow louder, Rax knew that the end was drawing near. He closed his eyes and wait for the sweet release. Enjoying the hard cock in his mouth, and the one in his hand. Abaddon on the other hand could appreciate nothing at the moment, for he was completely lost in a world of bliss.

"mmm..." Abaddon let out a particularly loud sigh as the great torrent of seed began.

Rax was prepared as long ropes of sticky white seed spattered against the back of his throat, then slid down into him. Abaddon, like every other dragon, had a very distinct taste to his spunk. Through his various "explorations" of the Dragon Kingdom, he had learned that some dragons' cum was spicy, others were sour, some were sweet. Abaddon's was spicy at first, but was quickly washed away by sweetness. Whatever the details were, Rax loved every drop of it, and simply could not get enough. He swallowed every thick string, every drop, even giving Abaddon's balls a good squeeze to try to coax more of the delicious seed out.

Abaddon's eyes rolled back when his climax began. He instinctively began humping forward feverishly, driven by some subconscious instinct, buried deep within his very being. His legs felt like jelly, but kept him standing to further pursue the pleasure.

Rax's own climax followed shortly after Abaddon's, he began coating the ground in front of him with his own draconic spunk. Hot white streams followed by a continual dribble, which collected in a sizable pool beneath the tip of his dick.

The rich aroma of sex filled the air: sweat, hormones, and cum. As both drakes climaxes slowed to a halt, they spent a short amount of time cleaning each other and licking the tender parts of the each other's bodies. They ended up lying next to each other, Abaddon's strong body surrounding Rax's. Both drakes felt fantastic.

"That was... amazing" murmured Rax.

"That was. But..." Replied Abaddon, intentionally leaving off on the last word.

"But what?" Asked Rax, the word 'but' evoked fear in Rax.

"But who told you we were done yet. I'm just getting warmed up." Abaddon said sheepishly. Rax could feel something pressing against his backside, and he suddenly realized what Abaddon meant. Round two was about to begin.

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That was chapter 1 of my new (and first) series, Halfbreed, stay tuned for the "climactic" ending to this adventure... I'll show myself out.

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Thanks to my favorite tiger, Gruffy , for reading over the story and offering some, much needed, pointers. Go check out his page, he's a very talented writer, with a great sense of humor.

Peace out