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Elwisia saw a faint flicker of light as she entered the cave. The light quickly vanished, but she strolled over towards where she'd last seen it. “Ah ha! I saw you! Don't hide now." Ducking and weaving past stalactites, she moved through the large, roughly circular cavern.

As Elwisia got closer, she spotted the source of the earlier light. At one spot on the cave floor there were the faintly glowing remnants of a campfire, and crouched behind the campfire was a large quadrupedal creature. As Elwisia approached, the dragon backed away until his tail bumped against the cave wall.

“Why are you moping about in the dark? Did you blow out your campfire when you heard me coming?" Elwisia gestured at the now extinguished campfire. “Moctus!" she muttered, and a flash of colourful magic jumped from her hand. The magic pulled together all the embers and reignited the campfire in a flash, filling the cavern with a warm, flickering glow.

The dragon looked surprised by this display of magic, and Elwisia used the improved light to examine the creature. Four legs, two wings, a long slender neck balanced by an even longer, slenderer tail—all the characteristics which were expected on a dragon. The dragon was covered in smooth, flat, dark grey scales, and a pair of short, pointy horns extended backwards from the dragon's head, meaning that this was a male dragon—a drake. He was watching Elwisia with two large dark eyes.

The dragon growled at her. “Grrr… Human knight, if you have come to slay me, you will fail. Leave now or die," he said in a resonant voice which it seemed to originate from his chest as well as his mouth.

Elwisia found it rather amusing how this dragon was trying to threaten her, and doing a very poor job. “I'm not a knight, and I'm not here to slay you. Although I can see why you might get that impression, given all the posters that the king's men have been putting up everywhere." Elwisia reached into an inner pocket of the long cloak she was wearing and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She unfolded the crumpled poster and showed it to the dragon.

In large text, the poster read: “BELOVED PRINCESS KIDNAPPED BY DRAGON. KING OFFERS HUGE REWARD FOR HER SAFE RETURN." Below the words was a very dramatic picture of the princess, who was screaming as she was snatched up into the air by a monstrous fire-breathing dragon, with the king and the princess's bridegroom looking up in despair.

The dragon's tail twitched. “If you are here to rescue the princess, I did not kidnap her. Go away."

Elwisia turned the poster around and stared at it. To be fair, the dragon in front of her looked nothing at all like the twisted fire-breathing monstrosity in the picture, which appeared to have been drawn by an artist who had never even seen a dragon before.

As far as dragons went, this one here was a fairly small specimen. His main body was about the size of a small horse, though his features were nothing at all like an equine. The tip of his slender tail was flicking from side to side, and his wings were loosely furled on his back; all signs of nervousness, as Elwisia was fully aware. She lowered the poster and frowned at the dragon. “Hmm, you're kind of small, aren't you? Are you young, or are you just a naturally small dragon?"

The dragon bared his teeth, and tendrils of dark smoke wafted out of his jaw. “I'm warning you, human! Leave this cave and never return, or be incinerated!"

“Haha." Elwisia chuckled at the sight of this cute little dragon puffing smoke at her. “So you must be young then. Firebreath? Nice. Won't work on me, but nice try."

The dragon looked taken aback by Elwisia's boldness, but after a moment's hesitation he opened his jaws. “Moctus!" he roared, the spellword channelling power through his body and out through his open jaws.

A burst of intense heat and light flew towards Elwisia, yet it went high over her head, and she didn't even flinch. “You missed. Aim more carefully."

The dragon looked increasingly nervous. “I missed on purpose! I was giving you a chance to flee. Leave now, knight, or I will incinerate you."

“I'm not a knight, and you can't incinerate me." Elwisia spread her arms wide. “Go on. Just try."

“Seriously, I'm warning you! Leave or die! It's going to be horrible, and painful, and completely unnecessary!" The dragon glanced to the side, as if he was contemplating fleeing the cave, but then he turned back to Elwisia. “Moctus!" he roared again, spitting a blast of fiery magic directly at her.

Elwisia instantly dropped the poster she'd been holding and raised both her hands. “Moctus del!" she yelled back, summoning her own magic to redirect the dragon's flame just before it would have hit her. She cleaved the stream of magic in two and directed both beams away from herself, leaving scorch marks on the cave floor and ceiling just in front of her. Dragons could put out huge bursts of magical power, but if there was one thing good about human magicians, it was that their spellwork could be nice and precise. The dragon kept up his firebreath, sending a continual torrent of energy towards Elwisia which she easily deflected.

But then a third voice suddenly shouted out from the side of the cave. “Prictan moctus!"

Elwsia realized immediately that the dragon hadn't been looking at the cave exit; he had been looking at someone else inside the cave. A flash of magic came from the side, but Elwisia took it in stride. Keeping one hand forward to deflect the dragon's firebreath away, she waved her other hand to redirect the firebolt which had been tossed at her. “Pricatan moctus, del!" The fireball came close enough that Elwisia felt the heat of the flames even through her cloak, but she altered the ball's trajectory and spun it behind her, sending it curving around towards the dragon to splash right onto his rump.

“Ow!" The dragon yelped in surprise, and cut off his firebreath. He curled around and hurriedly waved his wings, fanning out the flames on his rear. Dragon scales were largely immune to magic, but taking a hit from a firebolt would still sting. It took a few seconds for the dragon to put himself out, but now Elwisia had focused her attention on the cave's other occupant.

A skinny, freckled young woman with long brown hair was standing by the side, with one hand raised and pointing a magical wand at Elwisia. She was dressed in a simple tunic and long pants, and looked shocked that Elwisia had somehow managed to stand up against two simultaneous attacks.

“Hahaha! Did you just…?" The whole scene made Elwisia burst into laughter, and she pointed at the skinny woman with brown hair. “Lisette, is that you? By the sky spirits, the whole damn kingdom's been searching for you. What are you doing here? How did you let that cute little dragon kidnap you?"

“Don't call me cute!" grumbled the dragon.

“Wait, I don't understand… Elwisia? Is that you?" asked Princess Lisette.

Elwisia flipped back the hood of her cloak, freeing her short, messy black hair. “Indeed! Nice to see you again, your royal highness. I see that you've finally taken some of my lessons to heart. Good effort with that firebolt."

Lisette was frowning. “How did you find me?"

“I wasn't trying to find you. I was trying to find him." Elwisia pointed towards the dragon, who was still crouched back on his hindlimbs, as if about to pounce at her. “Don't you give me that look, youngling."

“You know this person?" the dragon asked the princess.

“She's the master wizard at the palace, and used to give me magic lessons," Lisette replied. She turned back to Elwisia and gestured with the wand she was holding. “And I am not going back with you."

Elwisia waved her hand dismissively. “Put that wand down, princess, before you embarrass us all again. So how'd you manage to get yourself kidnapped? I thought the stories of your kidnapping were just nonsense made up by your father."

“They are nonsense! The king is a liar!" Lisette slowly lowered her wand, then stuck it back into her belt. “I wasn't kidnapped, I ran away."

“Yeah, I can't say I'm surprised. I don't blame you for not wanting to be married to that idiot, Prince Beriton. Plus, your father's a bit of a tyrant," Elwisia said.

“That's treason for you to say! But it's true," murmured the princess. She walked over to the dragon and examined his rear. Taking out her wand and pointing it at the spot where the firebolt had struck him, she murmured a healing spell. “Rejorin! Sorry about that, Firn." Lisette patted the dragon on his flank. “You can relax. I don't think Elwisia is our enemy."

“That doesn't make her our friend," replied the dragon.

“Wise of you." Elwisia nodded towards the dragon. “We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Elwisia the Arcane, master wizard (or wizardress, if you care for that linguistic nonsense). And who are you supposed to be?"

The dragon made a noise which sounded rather like an exasperated sigh. He straightened out of his crouch and sat back on his haunches, in much the way a dog might have. “My name is Firn, son of Ilutrisia and Ashtail, of clan Farser. Though all of my clanmates have flown away…"

“Yes, they have. Every single dragon in this whole country has left, ever since that idiot king began spreading stories about dragons burning houses and stealing cattle, sending dragonslayers everywhere," Elwisia muttered. “So why are you still here, young drake? And why is the princess with you?"

Lisette spoke up. “Firn is my friend. He might be a dragon, but I trust him more than any of those, sleazy, scheming, scumbag nobles who roam the palace, licking the king's boots and vying for his favour! It's… a bit of a long story how we met, but suffice to say that we've been friends for a long time, and he agreed to fly me out of the country."

Firn shifted his weight between his paws. “Lisette, my life was far more straightforward before I met you, and before I let you drag me into all this excitement."

“Shh, you know you'd miss me if I was gone," Lisette said to the dragon, patting his neck again. She turned back to Elwisia. “We've been trying to flee the country, but there's some sort of magical spell sealing off the border. I don't understand much about it, but I think it's to try and track me if I leave. That's why we're stuck here. I don't want to pass the border until I understand what that spell will do."

Elwisia shook her head, unimpressed. She snapped her fingers and muttered a spell. “Germina lox marlan, viga moctusirin." Her magic caused the flames of the campfire to leap up and form into the shape of the entire kingdom as if viewed from far overhead, in miniature fiery façade with rivers, hills, mountains, and land. A large shell of magic encompassed the whole country, like a massive dome. “It's not to track you, although that would be an unexpected benefit. That area spell's real purpose is to serve as early-warning against an invasion by neighbouring countries, which your father has grown increasingly paranoid about. He's going mad."

“You created this spell, master wizard?" Firn asked, speaking up curiously.

“I did. It's fantastic work, isn't it? Of course, I thought it was an immense waste of time, so I left it to the Royal Mage Corps to perform implementation after I finished the spellwork design. And they did a patchy, shoddy job, as could be expected from those incompetent magicians. If I'd cast that spell myself, you'd never even have known it was there, until it spotted you leaving and sent an alert right to the palace."

Lisette nodded. “Yes, I get it, Elwisia! You're a master wizard. But since this was your spellwork design, you can help us escape the country, right? I'm not going back to be used as a pawn, and Firn is begin hunted by dragonslayers. Help us elude those tracking spells. Please."

Elwisia snapped her fingers again, and the campfire returned to just being a fire. “I could help. But I have a price."

“I don't suppose I could persuade you to help us out of the good of your heart?" Lisette tried. She gestured over herself, waving over her plain tunic and pants. “I didn't take any of the king's wealth with me, and I can give you no promises of power or favours."

“You didn't even take your tiara? Shame. But there are other things you can help me with." The master wizard looked at the princess and the dragon, standing side by side. “Now as you both already know, the king is having dragons hunted down. I've been searching the realm, and Firn here is one of the last dragons who hasn't fled the country yet. Now, being the incredible master wizard that I am, I have need of magical items and objects for potions, spells, and such. And as you probably also know, dragons are the strongest magic users known. Even without the slightest bit of training, magic runs thick through dragon blood, which makes it valuable to me."

“You want my blood?" Firn asked, shuffling his wings nervously.

Elwisia shook her head. “No, I don't need your blood. I have other sources to obtain dragon blood, if I needed it. What I need is your seed."

It took a moment for both Firn and Lisette to process what Elwisia had said. Then in unison, their jaws dropped open.

“Wait, what? You want my what?" said Firn.

“I beg your pardon?" said Lisette.

Elwisia reached into her thick wizard's robe and removed a small empty glass jar. “If you'd prefer to give me your blood, I guess that would be acceptable too. But there is a different life-infused bodily fluid which a drake can much more readily release, without needing to inflict you with any pain or injury. What do you want to fill this jar with?"

Lisette took the jar from Elwisia. “Hmm, could you actually fill this whole jar with semen?" she asked Firn, who was looking very embarrassed. “Wow. That would be… impressive to see."

“Well, he doesn't need to fill the whole jar, just most of it," Elwisia said. “But I bet he could."

“What?! This is… this is not… Are you asking me to prostitute myself?" exclaimed Firn, nervously shifting his weight from paw to paw.

“No, of course not. Prostituting yourself would involve you having sex with me, which would be acceptable but is unnecessary. I was just thinking I'd have you lie on your back, and then we'd just give you some manual assistance." Elwisia made an obscene gesture with her hand.

“We? Who's we?" Lisette loosely clenched her fist and imitated the obscene gesture which Elwisia had done, which was decidedly not princess-like. “You want me to help you stroke Firn off? Since when was I involved in this?"

“Well, of course you've got to help me, right, Lisette? After all, I'm helping to breach the spells for both of you, so you ought to earn your part of it. Don't let poor Firn do all the work by himself," Elwisia replied. “Besides, you two are already friends. It'll help calm him down and get him in the mood."

Lisette crossed her arms as she thought about it. “Ok, so to be clear, we just do this once, and then you'll help us get through the border. No other tricks or nonsense."

“Yep. Just get Firn to shoot once, catch it all in this jar, and then I'll get you two out of the country," Elwisia agreed.

“And you don't tell anyone else about this," Lisette added.

“Of course not. I keep far bigger secrets than this." Elwisia extended her hand. “Deal?"

Lisette hesitated for a moment, then she uncrossed her arms and shook Elwisia's hand. “Deal."

“Wait, wait, wait. Don't I get a say in this?" Firn asked.

Lisette reached over and pushed Firn's snout shut, and she patted the dragon on the head. “It's ok. We'll do whatever it takes to get out of here."

“Uh, you know… you know…" stammered the dragon. “That jar really isn't that big. I was just thinking, um, I've got a lot of blood in my body. And so it probably wouldn't hurt me that much if—"

“Don't be a spoilsport," Elwisia told him. “This way is easier, faster, and it'll be more fun for everyone. Lie on your back."

Firn shuffled his wings nervously, and his tail wrapped around his paws. “We're doing this right here? Right now?"

“Where else? What—you want to go out for dinner first? Take a bath? Light some scented candles?" Elwisia let out a bark of laugh. “Hah! Come on. On your back."

With the greatest possible hesitation, Firn found a spot of the cave floor that was smooth and flat, and he lay down onto his side, then rolled onto his back. The young dragon unfurled his wings and wrapped them around himself, blocking his chest and underbelly. “Um…"

“Don't be shy now." Elwisia sat down to the left of the dragon's hindlegs, and Lisette sat down on his right side.

Firn didn't move his wings. “You've done this before, have you?"

“Yes, of course. I had agreements with a few of the dragons living near the capital, but they all flew away when the king first started hunting them down. So that's why I tracked you down." Elwisia reached into her cloak and took out a small cloth, which she wiped her hands with. She passed the cloth to Lisette.

“It's… wet." The princess stared at the cloth, then she wiped her hands too.

“There's an enchantment on that cloth to keep it always wet and clean. I value hygiene." Elwisia took the cloth back, and then she reached for Firn's wing. “Now let's see what we've got here."

Despite the indecency of such matters, Lisette found herself rather curious as her friend's wing was pulled back, revealing his underbelly. As Lisette had seen before, Firn was unlike a male mammal, and he had no obvious external genitalia. Instead, the numerous smooth scales which covered his body grew smaller and smaller on his underside, right up until the lines of scales met in what appeared to be a slit right between his hindlegs. In the many months they'd known each other, Lisette had talked with Firn about many different things and he was definitely a male, yet she'd never dared to probe further and ask why his reproductive anatomy seemed so outwardly androgynous.

Unlike Lisette, Elwisia had no shame or embarrassment. The master wizard used her cloth to quickly wipe down Firn's underbelly, with the casual indifference with which someone might wipe a table. “You're already pretty clean. Good! I like people who take care of their own body hygiene."

“Can I try?" It was unbecoming of a princess, but Lisette had already decided that she wasn't to be a princess any more. She took the cloth from Elwisia and began gently wiping Firn. Then she moved the cloth away and hesitantly let her hand brush directly against the dragon's underbelly. His scales felt smooth, flat, and warm as usual, as well as faintly damp from the cleaning they'd just received. Lisette slowly trailed her finger down Firn's slit. The flesh there felt warmer, and yet softer than usual. Then she glanced up to see his reaction.

Firn was as wide-eyed as she'd ever saw him. He looked awkwardly cute and vulnerable, lying on his back with his wings splayed out, and with his forepaws curled up to his chest.

Elwisia noticed the dragon and the princess staring at each other, and she rolled her eyes. “Is this your first time?" she asked.

Firn snapped his gaze to the master wizard. “Did you expect that I've let a human touch me in such a manner before? It's not a normal sort of thing."

“Perhaps not. But have you allowed another dragon to touch you?" Elwisia asked. Firn remained silent, which was an answer in itself. “Alright then. What about you, Lisette? You a virgin, just like your friend here?"

Lisette slowly nodded. “I never dared to take that step. Just look at me now—the virtuous maiden princess, fleeing my life of royalty."

“Inexperience is not a virtue, but I'm sure you two can work on that in your free time. Let's get on with it." Elwisia pointed at Firn's underbelly. “That's a genital slit. When unaroused, male and female dragons look fairly similar on the outside. Unlike humans, there nothing just dangling about. It's more aerodynamic to keep everything stowed internal when not in use. Go ahead… feel him up."

Lisette glanced to Firn to see if he had any objections; the dragon looked wide eyed, but he didn't say anything as Lisette rubbed the outside of his slit, then gently used her finger to probe and explore his body. The inside of the dragon's genital slit felt warm and wet, and yet Lisette's finger didn't go far before meeting resistance. This was more of a warm, fleshy, filled compartment instead of a tubular orifice, and Lisette could feel Firn's muscles tensing up against her finger joint, squeezing that intruding digit. “Hmm…"

Lisette moved her finger about, and a throbbing pressure quickly began to push her finger back out. Retracting her hand, she watched as the pink, pointed tip of Firn's penis pushed out from the confines of his genital slit. Lisette gave it a tap, then she used her fingers to move it about, and the dragon's penis continued to enlarge and stiffen as it came out of the slit which normally kept it contained.

It just kept getting bigger and stiffer, this unscaled length of flesh which stood out in contrast to the rest of Firn's dark grey scales. When it was finally done emerging, Lisette found herself slightly awed by this display of inhuman masculinity. Though she had never seen a man's erection, Lisette knew from books what they would look like, and this was definitely not that. Firn's penis was a solid rod of pinkish flesh jutting proudly out from his underbelly. It was sleek and strangely aerodynamic looking, with a mild upwards curve over its whole length so that it pointed towards its owner's chest. Though there was no obvious head, there were a few slight ridges on the underside.

“Wow, that's… haha… Just look at you, Firn!" Lisette hesitated again, then she reached out and firmly grasped Firn's erection. The dragon's reproductive organ was appropriate to his size, which made it just about the size of Lisette's lanky forelimbs, or perhaps slightly smaller and thinner. She could wrap her fingers all the way around and make a fist around it, and the organ felt very warm. It seemed spongy and soft on the outside, with a deeper core of stiff, firm tissue underneath which kept it rigid. It felt almost delicate—an organ which was normally hidden away so well, and which only emerged so that it might be quickly buried inside a female, to accomplish its natural reproductive function.

“And there you have it. Most males are like that, honestly. You just touch them a bit, and they'll get all excited for you," Elwisia said. She had been watching Lisette's slow exploration, and now the master wizard gestured. “It's simple to operate. You see how there's a little bit of wetness coming from his tip and his base? That's another reflex. It's his body trying to get things all lubricated up."

Lisette stared for a moment. Right at the tip of Firn's erection, a drop of clear liquid had started to bead out, and a similar liquid was also wetting the base of his erection, right where it met his genital slit. Using her finger, Lisette discovered that this fluid was slick and lightly viscous, but not very sticky. Without thinking about what she was doing, she sniffed at her fingers, but there wasn't much smell at all.

Sitting opposite from Lisette, Elwisia reached out and rubbed Firn's tip, then she began smearing that liquid all over his erection, getting it all slick. “You're already leaking, aren't you, Firn? You're really enjoying this."

“More than I expected," muttered the dragon.

“Good," Elwisia said. “Lisette, make sure your hands are all wet, too. It'll feel better for him when you rub. Then just… go at it."

Lisette again felt a surge of self-consciousness, but she used both hands to grasp the tip of Firn's erection. She played with it, touching it, pushing it, moving it to point his erection around, then she wrapped both hands around it and slid down, feeling all the smooth, wet friction between her hands and the dragon's length.

“Mmrr…?" Firn made a soft, rumbling noise, and Lisette glanced at him, but the drake didn't seem to be in any discomfort. As she slid her hands down, she could feel Firn's ridges bumping through her fingers, and his tail twitched. Once she got to the bottom, Lisette started sliding back up, then down, then up again, soon picking up the pace of her motions.

Elwisia sat back and nodded. “See? That's it. Nice and simple. Just keep that up for a few minutes, and he'll be making a mess all over his chest. Or he won't, if I have anything to say about it." Elwisia picked up her glass jar again and unscrewed the metal lid.

Lisette had gotten into a steady pace, stroking her hands up and down Firn's erection. “Am I doing this correctly?" she asked.

“Don't ask me. Ask him," Elwisia retorted.

Lisette glanced to the dragon. “Firn, how does that feel?"

“That is… much more pleasant that I was expecting…" Firn admitted. Lying on his back, his wings were splayed open on the ground and completely relaxed. Lisette found it a mildly amusing sight—it looked like the dragon was just melting into the ground as he went limp from the pleasure flowing through him. All except for his penis, which was stiffening up as if desperate for more stimulation.

And Lisette eagerly provided that stimulation. She tried different things—holding Firn's erection tighter or looser, twisting her hands, paying more attention to one part or the other—all to try and figure out what got the best response. Very quickly she picked up on the fact that the ridges on Firn's penis were quite sensitive. Running along the underside of his erection and especially near the base, there were subtly protruding ridges which made the dragon moan softly when Lisette began stroking those hard. “Oh… Ohh, yes… Right there…"

“Rub his ridges. Rub them hard until they start to firm up, then ignore them until they get soft," Elwisia advised. It was almost like they were back in the palace, with Elwisia teaching Lisette a new type of magic or spell, except now they were doing something else altogether.

Lisette did as she was asked and tried rubbing Firn's penile ridges firmly and quickly, and the dragon let out another gasping moan. “Woah…!" Lisette kept going for about half a minute, and then she started to feel those ridges began to flare out and become more noticeable. She switched back to rubbing the other parts of his erection, leaving his ridges alone as Elwisia had said.

“Why leave them alone? Do they get all sensitive?" Lisette asked.

“Yes…! So sensitive…. So good…" Firn gasped. He was starting to squirm about, and his breath was coming in steady pants.

“On a male dragon, those ridges are to stimulate the female being mated and induce her ovulation, preferably right as the male is nearing his own release. If you keep rubbing them when they get all flared up, he's going to make a big mess," Elwisia explained.

“Isn't that exactly what we want here?" Lisette asked, continuing her efforts to rub Firn's erection, and listening to his desperate pants.

“Yes, but not too soon. Keep him pent-up and heavily aroused for a bit, without letting him release. It tricks his body into producing as much seed it can, so he can impregnate the female he's supposedly coupling." Elwisia chuckled. “Haha. Isn't it amusing to think that we're all just animals, made to reproduce and pass on our genes to the next generation?"

“You seem to know a lot about how dragons reproduce," Lisette replied.

“I know a lot about a massive number of things, dragons included." Elwisia tapped the side of her head. “I've read through entirely libraries, roamed countries in search of knowledge, and spent far more time than you would believe in the pursuit of knowledge and skill. But I don't want to brag. Careful now, Firn's getting real close."

As Lisette kept stroking Firn's erection, the drake's tongue had lolled out of his jaws and his gaze had gone all distant. Now his ridges were properly beginning to flare up, even though she avoided touching them. “You like that, don't you? You like when I do that to you?" Lisette murmured.

“Oh yes…" Firn nodded his head dumbly. “Oh, that's so good. It's like this… this tingle inside me that's getting better and better… I can't… it's so… Huhh!" Firn gasped, and snout scrunched up as if he was in the greatest pain, or pleasure.

“Stop touching him," Elwisia said, and Lisette dropped her hands. Firn's erection was left entirely ignored, just twitching desperately all on its own, ridges all flared out. “He was almost ready to shoot his seed right then. If you'd kept stroking for a few more seconds, he'd probably have done it." Elwisia put both her hands along the sides of Firn's genital slit and rubbed his scales, but she ignored his throbbing erection. “You're one very aroused drake, aren't you? Give him a moment to rest. So Lisette, how adventurous are you feeling right now?"

Lisette was blushing, but she couldn't deny being very curious (and maybe a bit aroused) by this whole scenario. Firn was a dragon and she was pleasuring him, but he was also her trusted friend. “Define adventurous?"

Elwisia tapped the side of Firn's genital slit, then she slid her hands further downwards, towards his tail, and towards a particular place just above his tail base. “Adventurous."

“Oh! But that's… What can you do with that?" Lisette asked.

“A hole is a hole, and you can put things in holes." Elwisia made sure her hand was well slicked up with the natural lubricant Firn's penis was still leaking, and then she began using the tips of her fingers to rub his anus.

Firn's eyes had been closed, but they snapped open at this sudden touch. “Huh! What are you doing there? That's not supposed to—oh!" He let out a surprised exclamation as one of Elwisia's fingers started pushing into his orifice, gradually pushing at the tightly clenched muscles.

“Relax. Just try and relax. Say stop if you really want it to stop, but try and relax," Elwisia said.

Suddenly feeling inspired, Lisette used one hand to grab Firn's erection and began stroking him lightly again, teasing the dragon with small doses of pleasure. Her other hand rubbed his belly, feeling the tensed up muscles of his abdomen. “Relax, Firn. This feels good, right? You like it when I touch you?"

“Yes? Yes… I like it when you touch me, Lisette, but the wizard is putting her fingers where they don't belong. That's dirty back there! Master wizard? More like mad wizard," Firn muttered. “What are you doing?"

Lisette glanced back at Elwisia, who now had two fingers all the way into Firn's rear, and appeared to be feeling about. “As you might know, princess, men have their reproductive organs dangling about between their legs in a sack of skin. That's a bit of a silly design, if you ask me, and dragons do things far more sensibly. Just like every other organ in the body, male dragons keep their testicles internal, but they are close enough where you can rub and press on them through the rear entrance. Right about… here. Can you feel that, drake?"

Elwisia moved her fingers in a certain way, and Firn suddenly let out a grunt and went stiff. “Hmmngg!" Lisette felt Firn's penis throb, and a small amount of that clear, lubricating liquid spurted out from his tip. “Ok, that's new. That's new. It's feels like… you're directly hitting that tingly feeling inside me…"

Lisette gave Firn's erection a few more gentle strokes, and his ridges immediately flared up and his penis throbbed again. His anus clenched down on Elwisia's invading fingers, and the master wizard looked amused. “You're really full, aren't you? Must have been pent up for a while. When was the last time you pleasured yourself? I'd say about… maybe a week?"

Firn looked surprised. “How did you know that? You can tell that just from touching me?"

Elwisia grinned. “No, that's just around the time Lisette first went missing, and I'm assuming that you haven't dared to pleasure yourself while you two are together. Next time you feel needy though, maybe you should just ask her to help you out. Eh, princess?"

Lisette briefly made eye contact with Firn, then they both glanced away. “I never imagined… I always thought I would end up married off to some random prince from a neighbouring country, my body used as a negotiating tool for a political alliance. I never thought I'd end up pleasuring a dragon. Or even a friend," Lisette murmured.

“And I never thought that my first experience with another person would be with a human, or humans, but wow that feels good," Firn said in reply. “I have to… find a way to repay this to you, Lisette."

“I'd be happy to teach you about how to do that too, but I don't really have the time." Elwisia let her fingers go still, and Firn relaxed slightly. “Lisette, you want to try putting your fingers here?"

Lisette thought about it, but shook her head. “Uh… not right now. Maybe in the future, but I think I prefer to just hold this and stroke it." She gave Firn's penis a few encouraging strokes.

“Fair enough." Elwisia used her other hand to slap one of Firn's hindlegs. “Hey, drake. Next time you're feeling bored, use your tail tip and try to find this spot again. It's not very far in, so just be gentle. Nothing more embarrassing than hurting yourself there."

“Umm…" Firn looked unconvinced, but his tail tip twitched.

“Alright, I think we're ready to finish things up. Lisette, grab that jar, and get him to fill it whenever you're ready." Elwisia rippled her fingers inside Firn's anus, and the drake went stiff again as his internal testicles were massaged. His glands were already very full, and the added pressure made them feel as if they were about to fire out their stored up fluids.

Lisette held the glass jar with one hand, and she used her other hand to aim Firn's erection so that the tip pointed right into the jar. She had to tilt the jar slightly so that when filled it wouldn't spill. And then she began to stroke.

Up and down her hand went, each motion sending jolts of pleasure through Firn's body. His mind was awash with pleasure, his normal logic and sense of embarrassment all heavily suppressed by lust. He couldn't stop looking at Lisette and thinking strange things about her; wishing that she was perhaps wearing less of her clothes, and wishing that he could have a chance to return some of the intense pleasure she was giving him. She wasn't a dragon, but that hadn't stopped her from becoming his friend, and now that wasn't stopping her from giving him so much pleasure.

“Come on, Firn. You like it when I do this to you, don't you?" Lisette did the same thing as before, weaving her fingers in between the subtle ridges of Firn's erection, and gently bouncing her hand up and down until his ridges firmed up and his penis went fully stiff. Then she moved her hand back to the less sensitive spots, slowly working him up and down towards the peak of pleasure. “You're a good dragon. You're going to make such a nice big mess inside this jar."

Firn vaguely felt like he should be embarrassed, but with all the lust and arousal clouding his mind, there was simply no space for self-consciousness. Instead he moaned and nodded his head. “Yes… I'm a good dragon… I'll do it.. Oh…"

Finally Firn's arousal slipped beyond his ability to tolerate. Lisette had pushed him right to the edge of orgasm and now he couldn't hold back, even with her fingers just barely dancing over his erection, hardly even touching him. Instead of stopping like before, Lisette made sure she was angling Firn's erection to point right into the jar, and she kept stroking him hard, rubbing him up and down with firm, quick strokes.

Firn clenched up all four of his paws, and his tail coiled itself up. “Lisette! Hnngg… Lisette…" He moaned her name without thinking about it.

“Are you going to—?" Lisette started to ask, and then he did. Firn's penis twitched, spitting out a jet of thick, cloudy white liquid into the jar. A split second later his penis twitched again, firing a much larger spurt of semen that almost made Lisette lose her grip on the jar. “Oh, you are. Good dragon."

The young male dragon's wings were trembling, and his snout was scrunched up in an expression of bliss. Again and again his penis twitched, releasing his semen in rhythmic pulses. Lisette made sure it all was caught in the jar as Firn poured out his seed. The first few spurts were the largest, immediately filling the jar to a quarter full. After that they dwindled to just dribbles of that whitish, thick liquid, but the pulses just kept coming one after another, slowly filling up the jar. Lisette kept stroking the dragon's length, dragging out his pleasure as he released all his seed. “There it is. Let it out, Firn. Let it all out."

Finally those dribbles had become mere drops, then Firn's penis finally went still as his ejaculation wound down. Which was when Elwisia got to work. “You're not done yet." She still had a pair of fingers in the dragon's anus, and she'd been feeling his orifice repeatedly clench down on her, even as her fingers were idle. Now as his contractions weakened and halted, she started to wiggle and rub with those digits, gently massaging the dragon's partially emptied glands and vesicles to coax them in giving everything they had.

“Ahhhkkk…" Firn let out a choked, shocked grunt, and his whole body went totally stiff as his fading orgasm restarted. “Oh no. No… Yess…!" The pleasure spiked to such an intense level that he saw stars, and the muscles of his underbelly clenched so hard that it almost hurt. He had already released a good load of his seed, but now Elwisia forced him to endure a second ejaculation right as he was coming down from the high of the first. “Rahh… Ah, aha, ahhh…" he whimpered, unable to stop himself. Lisette kept rubbing the dragon's erection, and Firn bucked his hips as the exquisite sensation became too much to tolerate. Waves of pleasure shuddered through his body, emptying him out as he spurted more of his semen into the over half-filled jar, until it was about four-fifths full.

Finally Firn had given everything he could, and Elwisia relented. Her fingers rubbed his inner testicles one last time, making the drake shudder, and then she pulled out. Elwisia started using her enchanted cloth to wipe her hands clean, even as Firn was left shivering and gasping for air from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.

Lisette tilted the small glass jar, looking at just how filled it was. It seemed a strange thing to think about, but just a few minutes ago all that thick, cloudy-white liquid had been inside her friend, stored up in his organs and waiting to be released. She gave a few parting strokes to Firn's now slowly softening penis, making him groan. “Wow. You really can fill the jar."

“Rgghhh…" Firn moaned, slumping back. It had quite possibly been the best orgasm he'd ever experienced, leaving him feeling totally drained and exhausted.

Lisette sniffed at the jar—the smell of all of Firn's semen was almost sickly sweet, but it also had a faint mineral smell like the ocean. She was tempted to try tasting it, but that seemed just a bit too crude. Taking the enchanted cloth from Elwisia, she wiped her hands clean, then also wiped Firn's underbelly gently.

“I'm impressed. I've seen far bigger dragons give far less than that. And you put on a good show too." Elwisia got to her feet and took the jar from Lisette. “Nice work, Lisette. You really got him going."

Firn said nothing. He was lying completely limp against the ground, his eyes closed and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

“Firn, are you ok?" Lisette asked. Still on her knees, she moved towards the dragon's upper half, taking care not to hit his splayed-out wing with her boots. “Hey, wake up. Are you alright, Firn?"

Firn snapped one eye half open and stared at the princess. “Mmh… mm not…. I'm not asleep… Can't wake up if you're not asleep." He shifted his wing and paws to pull Lisette into a hug, suddenly overwhelmed by a desire to have someone close.

“Oh!" Lisette found herself pressed up against Firn's chest, resting against all the smooth, rigid scale plates, with his wings and paws wrapped behind her. “You're feeling cuddly, aren't you? Hmm, this is kind of nice."

“Nice…" murmured the dragon. He curled his head down and began affectionately licking at Lisette's neck. She had no scales for him to clean with his tongue, but his instincts hardly cared for that. Then suddenly his rational mind kicked back into full gear, and he realized what he was doing. “Uh… sorry." Firn unwrapped his wings and let Lisette go, and he glanced away embarrassedly.

Lisette was blushing. Despite being free, she didn't pull away immediately, but leaned forward and gave Firn a quick kiss right on his snout. “Cute, aren't you?"

“Ahem." Elwisia cleared her throat, the master wizard standing behind the dragon and princess cuddled together. “Would you two like some time alone? Or do you want me to get you out of this country first?"

Firn and Lisette glanced at each other, then in silent, mutual agreement, they both disentangled themselves and got to their feet. Lisette brushed herself off, still looking rather flustered. “Ok. How are you going to break the tracking spell at the border? Is there just a counterspell you can put on us?"

“Nothing so boring as that. I've got style." Elwisia walked over to the campfire, which was still burning warmly, and she picked up a loose branch of firewood. The tip of the branch caught fire as Elwisia stuck it into the flames, then she began dragging the branch along the ground. The branch was not aflame anymore; now its tip was shining with magical power as Elwisia drew a large glowing circle in the cave floor, concentric around the campfire.

“How have you two been moving around?" Elwisia asked. “Lisette, you ride Firn's back, I assume?"

Firn trotted over to the side of the cave and used his jaws to pick up a large saddle, with various saddle bags attached. “Lisette made this, months ago. We've been flying together for a while." Lisette took the saddle from him and placed it on his back, running the straps around his neck and chest to secure it.

Elwisia chuckled, sounding genuinely pleased. “Look at you two, dragon and rider. It's almost cute." She walked over and took a look at the saddle. “Very nice work, for a pair of amateurs. You need to shorten this strap here so it fits snugly… there. Now where do you plan to go?"

Lisette looked at Firn, who was standing by her side. His tail was curled around her ankle. “I'm not really sure. I was thinking I'd try to seek asylum from the Akostan Government, or maybe the Jubalnus Federation?"

“Or we could just wander the world, hunting wild game for food, exploring the far reaches, flying wherever we wanted…" Firn added.

“That too," Lisette agreed. “What would you do in my position?"

Elwisia walked back and picked up the filled glass jar. She shrugged. “As I was now, I'd go with Firn's suggestion. I'd leave it all behind and enjoy travelling the world, seeing the sights and being free. Enjoying the liberty of the open skies. I'd go climbing tall mountains, perching in trees, and sitting on beaches to relax in the sun."

Elwisia paused for a moment, then she continued. “But then again, if you'd asked me that question back when I was a youngling like you two are now, I'd go to Akosta. I'd find friends there, consolidate with the rebel network to try and overthrow the tyrant king here. I'd fight, I'd rally forces, I'd go to war with your mad father, even. But that was me from decades… or is it centuries ago? I was a rather different person when I was young."

“Who are you, master wizard?" Firn asked, squinting curiously at Elwisia.

Elwisia winked at the dragon. “I'm not telling you that. Don't worry about who I am, worry about who you are, or about who you are going to be. Decide what you want for your future."

“We will," Lisette said.

“One last thing before I send you two off. Take this." Elwisia reached within her cloak and took out a small, flat, roughly circular plate, which she handed to Lisette.

Lisette ran her finger over the plate. It was coloured dark blue and about the size of her palm. The plate was so lightweight that it almost felt like paper, but stiff and inflexible. The surface was very smooth on one side, with magical runes etched into the material. “What is this?"

Firn had instantly recognized the plate for what it was. “That's a dragon scale."

Elwisia nodded. “If you ever need to speak with me, Princess Lisette Arcius, press your finger against the runes on that scale, and it'll let us speak despite great distance. Now it's very complex to create that particular enchantment, so please don't lose that. Unless you are intentionally trying to cut all ties with your old life, in which case maybe do something dramatic like throwing it into the sea."

Lisette kept the etched dragon scale into her pocket. “Alright. I'll keep that in mind."

Firn was still frowning curiously at Elwisia. “Where did you get that dragon scale, I wonder?"

“Keep wondering, youngling." Elwisia picked up the filled glass jar and sealed its metal lid. She used a finger to wipe the rim of the jar clean, and then she casually licked her finger, turning away. In the darkness of the cave with the campfire only putting out a faint flickering light, for a moment Lisette thought she saw Elwisia's eyes looking all dark, and lines of smooth scales running down her neck.

But when the master wizard turned back again, she looked completely normal. She picked up the branch again and its tip began to glow. “Vorturis tranvector! Goodbye, dragon. Goodbye, princess."

Elwisia walked right to the edge of the large glowing circle she'd drawn around the campfire, and then she tossed the branch towards the fire. At the same time, she shouted a long sequence of spellwords which seemed to make the air itself waver with magical power. Firn couldn't catch all the words, but some of them almost sounded like they could have been draconic.

A blinding flash of white light filled the cave, and there was the tremendous roar of wind. Lisette raised her hand to shield her eyes, but neither the light nor wind faded away. As her eyes got used to the brightness, she saw that the campfire was gone, and that circle in the cave floor was now a large hole. And yet instead of rock, the hole was filled with sky. Clouds was sweeping past, and snowy mountain peaks were visible far below, with winding rivers and hilly forests. The cave was filled with light and the wind kept going, rushing into the hole as air drained out through it.

Elwisia was standing beside the portal, her wizard's cloak flapping in the breeze and for a moment almost looking like wings. “Go have an adventure, one way or the other. Fly!"

Lisette climbed up onto Firn's back and strapped her legs into the stirrups, and the dragon pushed himself to his feet. With his small size, her weight was noticeable but manageable. “Are we sure about this?" he asked.

“Absolutely not," Lisette replied. “Come on!"

Firn took a deep breath, then he let out a daring roar. “Ryyah!" With Lisette clinging to his back, he dashed forward and leapt into the portal, spreading his wings as they dropped out of a dark cave and into the open skies.

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