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Whoo boy...well, I can cross this off my list of quarantine things to do. Almost 30 pages...that is insane! when i started this, i was impressed if i managed to get to 10 or more pages. To say this is a milestone is fairly obvious for me. Working over the course of the first half of the school semester was tough, but I got it done~

Lots of story and the usual shenanigans, though there is some very nice play time near the end. If you want just the sexy time, got to scroll down for a bit ;p

This is the first time I've done something this big at once, so there is a very good chance Me and DragoonMan missed some stuff. It is probably small things, but I like to fix things. If you find something and it just bugs the crap out of you, shoot me a message. I'll find it and fix it.

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Eon let out a tired sigh as he closed the door and locked it. The other dragons were inside the apartment with him, Kira and Lyra still feeling the aftereffects of their play time with Levian. Lyra in particular was feeling very sore, her hind legs stiff and difficult to move. Once the door was locked, all of them except Skree relaxed out of exhaustion. It had been a very long day for all involved.

Eon dragged himself to the counter, his feet feeling heavy as the rest of the day caught up to him. He took the bag of peas, now thawed, and put it back in the freezer. Who knows, they may need them again. if anything, they would make a nice snack. The rest of the kitchen was in a state of mild chaos, bowls and dishes strewn along the counter. There was still water on the countertop where Skree had made a mess splashing water onto Eon.

Eon took a rag out of the drawers and wiped up the water, leaving the rest for himself to do later. It was going to be interesting tomorrow. He had school in the morning, then a few hours to work his schoolwork, and then he had to work in the evening. Ugh…and Tuesday was going to be an early day. Then class on Wednesday…damn, the next time he was really going to be free was Wednesday afternoon. Still, that was a problem for the Eon of tomorrow.

There was a creaking noise as Levian got on the couch again, the supports protesting again. The hybrid let his wings spread a little, the large wings taking up more space. Levian let out a groan as he moved his wings, the muscles still sore from having to carry Lyra and Kira in the forest. He was feeling very tired and worn out, the day adding to the hard weeks he had had beforehand. He was just a dragon, not an elemental. He needed to rest too. What a day it had been…what a day…

Eon heard the hybrid snore from the kitchen. He chuckled, moving to stand and stretch. He was feeling stiff and sore as well, the day catching up with him. It was almost ten already and he really needed to get to bed; class was tomorrow and he needed to be awake enough to help the dragons find a good way to hide on campus.

He pulled out his phone and Skree landed on his shoulder. The wyvern was the most chipper out of all of them, the only one that had not done too much today other than fly fast. “oh! You have a small magic book too!"

Kira let out a groan, trudging toward the bedroom, “good to know…never thought you were a wizard Eon…"

Eon let out a sigh. He was too tired to bother denying it. He could be a wizard for the evening.

Lyra seemed to be in a good mood, though Eon could tell from her staggering steps that she was feeling just as worn out as everyone else. Lyra let out a giggle, following her sister into the room, “oh, maybe he has a potion that can keep him strong for bonding. Levian would like that."

Now there was a thought. Maybe if he had a bunch of Monster energy drinks…but that would have to be another problem for tomorrow. Phone still in hand, Eon set three alarms for the morning just in case he did not wake up from the first one. He let out a yawn and went for the bedroom, leaving the door open incase Skree wanted to join after he did…whatever he did.

Inside the room, Lyra and Kira had already claimed half the bed. Eon huffed and tried to slip under the covers, gently shoving the other two dragons around till he was comfortable. Kira gave him a solid whack with her tail, striking Eon's leg for his trouble. Eon just gave a grumble and rolled to his side, making room for the two dragonesses. he was asleep before he even realized he closed his eyes.

Skree was left all alone in the apartment with nothing to do…and he was full of energy. The wyvern let out a sigh, hopping from the counter to the sink, looking at the various dishes. There were several round plates for different things, all made of glass. Some were made of something hard that reminded Skree of hardened amber, but it was in many different colors. It was like a cup, but Skree felt like it was not as breakable as glass. He took one of the colored amber glasses and, curious, dropped it on the ground.

The plastic cup hit the ground with a thunk and bounced a little, each bounce making the plastic cup let out a little noise. Skree chuckled, dropping another one onto the ground. He dropped a few more plastic cups till he grew bored of that. He jumped down to the ground and grabbed a cup in his maw, lifting it up and carrying it back to the sink. He did this for each cup, taking a moment to stack the cups on top of each other. The last cup was hard to stack, the tower of cups taller than Skree was. He had to hover and drop the cup with careful aim. He missed and the cup fell to the floor with a loud noise, then the tower of stacked plastic cups fell into the sink and made a clattering racket with the other dishes. Something broke.

Skree left the cups alone after that.

Next was the black area with little spirals on the top. There was a big glass door on the front that was set up like a drawbridge, but Skree wasn't heavy enough to open it. He tried standing on the handle at the top, he tried looping his tail around it and pulling while he flapped his wings, he even looked around for a key or something. He didn't find anything to open the glass door. He did look inside, but it was too dark to see anything. Thwarted by the oven door, Skree went up to the top side where the metal spirals were.

It looked like some kind of workshop table and it smelled like food. The stove top was messy from Eon's own negligence, but Skree did not mind. He spotted a few tasty bugs hanging around and helped himself. The brown bugs were not his favorite, but they were somewhat nutritious and fatty. He crunched away at them as he tried to divine the mechanism for making the spirals do…whatever they did. They looked like a switch, so he stood on one and nothing happened. Maybe they were like a coded thing? Oh! Maybe it opened that damn glass door!

He hopped from spiral to spiral, but nothing happened. How did Eon know if the code was being put in correctly? Maybe it was some wizard thing. Skree had known a wizard, one he would rather forget, but he was used to these kinds of things. He liked the puzzles. He closed his eyes and tried to see if he could feel anything. Back home, he was no magic dragon. He wasn't anything other than just an ordinary swift wing with a lot of exposure to magical items. He wasn't gifted with lightning like Levian…well, more like cursed…but Skree could sometimes feel when magic was nearby. He thought he felt a glimmer of magic for a moment, but it vanished before Skree could find out where it was coming from.

Damn wizard and their tricky magics! He looked around the stove top, chomping down a few more bugs in frustration. He wasn't hungry, but a maw full of bug guts was always good for thinking. Then he noticed the dials on the back end of the stove. They had little numbers and two words that Skree could not read. More importantly, there was a little box diagram with four circles. Each of the four circles were just circles except for one in each diagram. That one was a full moon dot. He looked at the diagrams and the back at the spirals. He munched though the rest of the last wiggly bug he caught, then he had an idea.

Each knob worked on one of the spirals! That had to be it!

Looking at the knobs, the numbers went from one strange word, then the number 1, all the way up to 9, then another strange word. Ha! It was a combination! Using his maw, Skree turned the dials at random. He tried the easiest code first, a 1-2-3-4, but nothing happened. After seeing nothing happened, he wondered what the words were. They looked like runes, but Skree was never good at reading those. Levian might be able to, but Skree knew better than to ask. Levian could be touchy about magic stuff.

Still, since there was no reason not to, Skree turned all the dials to the last rune, the one past the 9. He looked at the dials for a moment, but nothing happened. He took a step back to see if anything changed, then he yelped as he leapt up, his tail stinging.

Hissing to himself in the air, Skree looked back at the spirals, seeing them glowing red. He felt the heat soon after, the coils heating up quickly. Skree, tail singed and stinging, flapped over and landed by the sink. He turned on the water carefully to make sure the metal control rod was tilted toward the blue circle. He had learned that the control rod changed the water temperature when he had messed with it when Eon passed out.

Eon had been lying to them, he WAS a wizard. He had control over the water to bring it up through his metal tube, and now he had runes that caused metal to glow red like it was in a furnace. Still…when Skree tried to see if he could sense any traces of magic, he could not feel a thing. Maybe it was the building owner that was the wizard and Eon was just an acolyte? Skree hoped not. It was starting to sound like The Tower all over again.

Skree shuddered, those old memories coming back to haunt him. He looked at Levian sleeping on the couch. Maybe he would not tell Levian that Eon was a wizard. He knew that Levian had nearly attacked Lyra over her poison, but Skree did not want to think what Levian would do if he thought Eon was a wizard. Levian could act nice around venom spitters on occasion, but wizards held a special place of hatred for the hybrid.

Skree suddenly didn't want to figure out the secrets of the stove.

Careful to avoid burning himself on the magically heated coils, Skree turned the dials back to where they had been. There was a click and the dials popped out, though the metal coils remained hot. After a few minutes, they looked like they were cooling.

There was a growl in the room, a deep one that made Skree's fur bristle. He looked over to where Levian was laying, the Hybrid's claws flexing in his sleep. There was a shimmer around his feathers, the same shimmer that happened any time Levian unconsciously used his magic. The glow wasn't bright, so Skree was sure that Levian wasn't going to erupt this time.

Skree let out a sigh, his wings dropping and his ear lowering. For the moment while no one was looking, Skree looked his real age. Out of the dragon's here, Skree was the oldest. Lyra and Kira were the youngest and Skree had taken it upon himself to watch over them now, but Levian was always his priority. They had been through so much through the decades, so many happy times and sad times.

He remembered watching Levian hatch! And now the hybrid could probably hold Skree in his maw. Skree had seen Levian grow and taught him, even though Skree had been younger at that time too. While it had been a literal hell there, Skree was glad he knew Levian. His life would be less without the hybrid there. To say Skree loved Levian was a gross understatement. Levian had been the one that set him free, even at the cost they both had to pay. Skree and Levian…they were soul bound in a way that was unbreakable.

Skree knew that the hybrid was going through some tough times. A lot had happened in a few months. For Levian in particular, it was especially rough. Knowing Levian like he did, Skree bet that he was having a nightmare or confronting something that was making him uncomfortable. That was the only reason Levian would be glowing with magic.

Skree left the sink, flapping over to the hybrid. Landing on the coffee table near the couch, Skree watched Levian intently. It was incredibly dangerous to be near a sleeping dragon this big when they had a bad dream, especially Levian. Still, Skree wanted to see if he could tell what his friend was feeling.

Levian was twitching on the couch, his claws digging deep into the fabric, tearing into it like paper. His breathing was quick and short, his tail was stiff. The feathers along his back were raised slightly, a common sign of agitation among all dragon species. His ears were twitching. His maw was open a little, his fangs grinding together. Whatever Levian was dreaming, he was not enjoying it. Skree felt bad for the big drake, knowing that whatever he was remembering probably had to do with…with Kiron. Suddenly Levian's feathers became much brighter and Skree could feel the tingle in the air as Levian's nightmare went into overdrive. Skree could feel the sudden wave of magic as Levian unconsciously slipped into his magic, the small sparks of energy jumping from feather to feather. Skree had to calm him down now, or Levian would cause…a lot of bad things.

It was Skree's fault that Levian was having this nightmare. The bath had cheered him up, but now he was reliving memories and very few of those were good. The wyvern let out a tired sigh, coming close enough to run a claw along Levian's feathery ears. He was sorry he convinced Eon to make the bath now. Still, there was something he could do.

Moving back and making sure he wasn't too close to Levian, just in case he couldn't calm Levian soon enough, Skree closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing. The other three were dead asleep in the other room and Eon did snore a little, so it was unlikely that they would hear what was going on. Taking a few breaths, Skree took a moment to recall the words and melody. It had been a long time since he had done this…perhaps too long.

Once he was ready, Skree began to hum…

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Skree's humming was influencing Levian. The glow in his feathers dimmed, just slightly. Skree knew that was a good sign. So Skree began to sing, quietly at first, then letting his voice follow the natural highs and lows, a very specific song. This was a song that only three creatures knew, a song that Levian and Skree cherished.

“Oh come, waves of light and dark,

Part along my scales in this world's embrace

bring with it times that I can face in fire

carry me home, back to that special place"

Levian's feathers had dimmed noticeably. Skree continued.

“Back to where it began with this strong dragon's tale

A place to call home, free from pain and hate.

Man and dragon, enemies by choice, bonded together by fate

Let them see us together, here in this special place."

Skree paused for just a moment, watching Levian. There was a trace amount of light in his feathers now, the storm in Levian having been quelled for now. Still…since he was singing…

“a place called home, far from this cell

A place free from this dark hell.

Somewhere we can be, free to be me

A true dragon by blood, my wings will tell

I shall carve the sky, outside this cell.

A place to be, Free from this prison of mine,

somewhere special to me, a place called home.

Levian is my name, a dragon by birth,

trapped in this cell by an unfortunate curse.

A cell of metal and stone, trapped here with nothing."

Skree paused, unsure if he should continue. It could make things better…or worse. Skree never new the exact nature of Levian's mind, but it was unfair to leaver a song half done

“still a name I cannot forget, Kiron the human who came for me,

no wizard or man had ever been like him, the man who saw this hybrid fly free.

Levian is my name, free to fly, saved by a kind human whom I did love like life.

Now free to sore, I will settle the score. Life for Life, I will be free.

A promise I made I will now keep, to find that one special place.

A home for me where I can be free, Levian of the dragon family."

Skree stopped his singing, moving a claw to run along his eyes. He hated singing that. It reminded him of things that he would rather forget…but it calmed Levian. Skree took a moment to compose himself, sniffling a little. Once he was done with himself, he looked over Levian.

There was no trace of magic left in Levian's feathers, the purple plumes having returned to their normal glossy color. His breathing had slowed as well and his tail was swaying slightly, a welcome change to how he was before. Skree let out a huff, curling up in a ball on the coffee table. He felt a tear run down his maw, something that always happened when he sang that song.

As he dozed off, Skree heard a rumble from Levian, “Thank you…Skree…"

Skree fell asleep with a smile on his maw, glad to be with the only home he needed.

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Darkness…that was all I could see around me. I turned, looking at the blackness, nothing looking as it should. Where was I? I spread my wings, but I did not try to fly. The ground was gone, and the sky was black, there were no stars to guide me. Feeling uneasy, I kept my wings spread, looking around the darkness.

I heard something break…then another, closer this time. Looking about, I saw a crack in the pitch black, light seeping into my world, the darkness fleeing the growing white light. With the light, I could see my claws again. Looking back, I could see that my wings were there, as was my scaled backside. I was still me, the same hybrid I've always been.

I came closer to the light, embracing it with my feathers. It was warm…comfortably warm.

“you've gotten big."

I recognized that voice! I spun, looking for him, wanting to see that smile again, “Kiron!"

No one was there.

Instead there was a glass flask filled with a blue liquid. I looked at it for a moment, then recoiled in disgust. No! Why was that here!

I heard a yelp in the distance of something in pain, the sound making me growl and snarl. I knew I had heard him, “Kiron, where are you!"

“I'm here Levian. Come to me."

I spun around, looking at the cracks in the darkness. There, I could see in the darkness. It was a hand, reaching into the darkness. Not just any hand… That ring was unmistakable, a ring fashioned to look like a small sleeping wyvern, made from dwarven silver and imbued with red gems for the eyes. Kiron was reaching for me!

I moved toward the cracks, trying to contain my excitement, “Kiron! I've missed you. I need to tell you about…"

A second voice rang from the darkness, a deep voice full of malice and hate, “Dragon! You worthless pile of scales, get over here!"

My feathers ruffled the second I heard that noise, fear coiling in my limbs and making me stop in my tracks. I should have kept going. I should have ignored it. I never could…

I looked back, looking back where the flask had been. It had moved and had grown larger, held up by a shadowy hand. I didn't need to see him to know who it was. I bared my fangs, moving back into the blackness with my claws eager to rend flesh from bone, my fangs ready to sink into his neck.

The voice laughed, “oh? You mean to defy me? You know what I can do, yet your kind never learns."

Kiron's voice rang out behind me, pleading that I come to him. I could not listen. Every time I dreamed this, I could never leave THAT MAN. No matter how much I tried to forget, no matter how much I could tell myself things would be different, it happened the same. I never learned…but maybe I did not want to.

I shoved my paws and claws onto the ground, Leaping for the blue flask. It could not be used on me if I broke it first. Still…I was always too slow.

Kiron screamed, “Levian! No!"

The world stopped moving. Suddenly I was tiny, the blue flask growing larger and larger. I was smaller than Skree now, my scales soft and my feathers bristly. I huffed and gasped, looking at myself. I was a hatchling! No! I…I…

“hehehe…stupid hatchling. Let me remind you what happens to disobedience." The voice cackled and I felt myself being moved in a powerful grip. Electricity ran through my body, strong enough that I could feel the downy plumage I now had curling and smoking.

It hurt! It hurt so much, but I tried to fight it. I was Levian! I was a lightning drake! Or I had been…as a hatchling, I had no power…I was defenseless again…

I watched as the blue flask tilted over, slowly. A drop fell out and landed on my foreleg as I was held there. The pain was immediate, the evil stuff sizzling as it touched my undeveloped legs. I screamed into the void, pain racing along my arm as I cried out for anyone…any thing…

There was never any answer.

I was alone…burning…melting…pain.

I looked up as the flask was turned upside down, a rush of blue acid pouring for me. This was not going to be it. I knew HE would not let me die…this was just another day…

Then I heard something. Something…soft and gentle. A hum? What was that?

The world I was in stopped, the acid moments away from touching me. The blue stuff was frozen in time. Then I could move and I fell to the ground. I landed on all four feet, my body back to normal. I was me again! Kiron and the other voice were silent and gone, soon even the blue acid vanished in the darkness. All that was left was the cracks of light.

I came closer. The sound was coming from there, something familiar and kind. Something…pleasant. I held myself close to the cracks and listened, the darkness soon forgotten behind me…it was Skree! He was singing to me. Skree…he was still here.

The darkness fell away, all the pain forgotten again. I felt that warm embrace of the light again. I was back in my cell in a dreadful place…but I was happy because Kiron and Skree were there.

I moved my wings to hold Skree close in my dream, “Thank you…Skree."

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Eon awoke with a start, a sudden weight on his chest and a pair of paws pressing on his belly. He bolted upright, eyes snapping open. There was a screeching noise somewhere in the room, both Lyra and Kira standing over Eon, growling and hissing at the chest of drawers. Eon looked about the room for a moment, but he didn't see anything amiss. So, he just shrugged off the dragoness reaction and reached for his phone to check what time it was. It was not on the bed where he had left it, but he could see a few claw marks on his sheets. Then the screeching noise started again, Kira and Lyra flinching as the loud alarm rang in the bedroom. Oh good grief…

Eon wiggled out from under the blankets, Kira hissing at him as he moved her on accident. He stood for a moment, stretching as he moved for the dresser.

Lyra jumped at him, gently grabbing his hand with her maw and pulling him back “Kiron, don't! There is a rogue spell book there. It started making a horrible noise and something might be trying to control your magic!"

Eon rubbed his hand along his eyes, yawning as he started to wake up, “it isn't magic. It is an alarm to wake me up."

He pulled his hand away from Lyra, bending down to grab his phone. There was a new scratch on the screen from where one of them had grabbed it and thrown it, a new minor annoyance. Eon unlocked the phone and jabbed the 'dismiss' button, the alarm silencing. Holding his phone, Eon grabbed a pair of khakis from his dresser and a decently nice shirt. Once he had the khakis on, he slipped his phone into his pocket.

Lyra a Kira just looked at each other, not saying a word to Eon.

Eon had slept well, all things considered. His back felt better and he had no stiffness in his shoulder. There was a slight tinge of pain if he bent over too far, but he was doing better than he should have been. Perhaps one of the perks of a dragon bond was faster natural healing? He slipped into the living room and kitchen area, kicking a plastic cup that had been on the floor. When did that get there?

Ignoring the mess in his kitchen, Eon grabbed a packet of strawberry pop tarts, the best flavor there was. He tossed them into the toaster and set it to a low setting, just enough to get them warm. He looked at his phone, checking the time. It was 7 right now and he did not need to be in class till 8:30. He had some time. Turning on the water and grabbing some dish soap, he started to make a soapy bath for his dishes.

As he worked on cleaning the dishes like he did every once and awhile, He looked up to see Levian sleeping soundly on the couch. The hybrid looked relaxed and content, wings draped over himself and claws tucked in. There were some new holes on his couch, but Eon just let out a sigh. What else was he to expect from a big predator? It was an old couch anyway. Skree was sleeping on the coffee table while curled in a ball and sleeping soundly. At least those two were comfortable.

Lyra came up and jumped so that she could place her forepaws on the edge of the counter and look at what Eon was doing. She instantly stuck her tongue out and tried to lick one of the soap bubbles, only for it to pop and leave a nasty tasty substance on her tongue. Eon chuckled, continuing with his task.

Kira came out of the room soon after, trotting up to Lyra's side. She was also interested in the bubbles and did the exact same thing Lyra did, the look of disappointment on her scaled features very obvious.

She stuck her tongue out like doing so would remove the taste from her tongue. Eon stopped cleaning and grabbed a bowl and filled it with water. He placed it on the ground and went back to cleaning, Lyra and Kira drinking out of the bowl.

A few minutes later and the kitchen area was clean and spotless. The bowls and cups were put away, the counters were clean, and Eon let out a pleased sigh. He hated to clean, but he could not deny that a clean kitchen made him feel better. With that done, he went over to where Levian and Skree were sleeping.

Skree had woken up and was uncurling as Eon came close, the wyvern stretching his wings. Levian was still snoozing away, the hybrid twitching occasionally. Eon ran his hand along Levian's jaw, the hybrid instinctively trying to lick his hand. Eon smiled, moving back to take a seat at the table. If he could go back in time three days ago, he would never have been able to convince himself that this was going to happen. Four interdimensional beasts living in his apartment? It was the stuff only an insane person would believe.

Still, here he was, listening to Lyra and Kira play with the bubbles in the sink, Skree waking up and spreading his wings as he stretched, and Levian snoring lightly on the old couch.

Eon looked at his phone. He had time, “Hey Skree, you know about this bond thing, right? Levian told me before I bonded with you that you all would have to stay close, but I can go to the rooftop and you all are fine, and yesterday everyone except you left for a few hours. What kind of range do I have with this bond?"

Skree took a second to nibble at his wing arm, scratching an itch. He shrugged, looking back to Eon, “Your guess is as good as mine. The only dragon to have visited this world and stayed for a few years before finding a way home is…well, he is insane. There is really no way of telling whether what he said was true or not, though it is a good thing he was right about the Bond being enough to keep us here."

There was a crash in the kitchen, followed by the tickling mind of one of the twins laughing. There was another crash soon after and then there was a mess of hissing. Eon moved to get up, but Skree simply shook his head, “They wrestle all the time. If you get involved, they will pin you."

Eon relaxed in his seat, even while the sound of two snarling monsters continued in his kitchen, “Skree, how do you know so much? I could see Lyra and Kira having some idea on these things, or Levian since he has told me these things before, but you talk like you know even more than they do."

Skree gave Eon a muzzle long grin, “you would be surprised on what I know. But to answer your question on the Bond and how it works here, we are only going on guesses based on how a bond worked back home. Back home, a human would lose connection with their dragon partner if they moved too far away. Of course this would be fixed as soon as they moved closer, but we have assumed that it is the same here in reverse. If you move too far away, we lose our connection to you until we get close enough again. If the distance is the same here as back home, your bond should have a sphere of influence almost half a mile. Cut that in half for Levian since he isn't fully bonded with you yet."

Skree tapped a claw along the table, “I can't help but wonder, how much do you know about us? About dragons?"

“Hmm? Oh, nothing really. Your kind doesn't exist in this world, so I know nothing about you all." Eon glanced at the phone again. Levian was going to have to wake up soon or Eon was going to have to leave before he woke up.

“What about your magic book? You said you could 'look up' things with it. And you have all those little figures in your room, don't you know about them?"

Eon agreed with Skree on that, but there was a difference, “yeah, that is true, but they are what people think they looked like. Your four look…similar. Close, but not exactly. For instance, I would have never expected an actual dragon to have as much fur as Lyra, or for a wyvern to be as small as you."

Skree chuckled, “I know the feeling. We always thought this world was going to be alien and strange, but it is just our world with humans as the apex species."

There was a crash in the kitchen as something heavy hit the cabinet doors. There was a yelp, followed by a growl and a moan. Skree tilted his head a little and then shook his head, ears swaying as he did so, “seems like someone is taking their prize. Oh! I suppose it would be a good idea to wake up Levian. You said you had a place you needed to be today, right?"

Eon nodded, checking his phone then standing up, “yes, and I didn't notice how quickly time was moving. We got to get moving."

Skree nodded before hopping over to Levian, standing on the side of the Hybrid's head. He leaned down and grabbed one of Levian's large feathered ears with his beak like maw, then gave a hard yank. Levian let out a hiss and opened his eyes slowly, letting out a yawn, he stood to his full height on the couch, then his wings fluttered open a little as he stretched his limbs to wake them up. after he was sufficiently awake, he moved off the couch, “morning…dammit skree, you pulled too hard! My ear is going to be sore.

Eon looked at the new claw marks on the couch cushions…but that would have to be fine. It was an old couch anyway.

Skree chuckled, landing on Levian's head, “I'm sorry. I can make it up to you while Eon is in class. Oh, and we need to get the twins separated."

Levian let out a grumble, but he did not say much else. With Skree on his head like a perched bird, Levian moved around the small shelf right before the kitchen. There was a moment of quiet then…

“Levian! What are you…hey!"

“it is time to go, Kira. You can get her back once Eon is in his schooling."

There was a purr from the kitchen, then Eon heard Lyra's mind speak, “oh, come on Levian. I was so close…maybe a big guy like you can help…hey!"

Lyra came sailing from the kitchen, landing on all fours, scrabbling to keep from sliding. She glared at Levian as he came back from the kitchen, annoyed that he did not want to play. Kira moved around Levian, her head held up and her tail swaying, but her back spines were one edge. Levian must have interrupted them at the best part to annoy them both this much.

Eon looked between the three, then he grabbed his stuff and moved for the door, “I'm not sure who all will be in the hallway. It is too late to take the stairs like we did last time, so I will have to take the elevator."

Skree hoped back and hovered behind Eon, “Guess I can't go with you then. Can't pass me off as a bird all the time!"

Levian let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “I swear, you act like a bird brain enough. We might be able to fit out the window. Don't dally too long Eon, we can't hover in the open for long."

Eon nodded, hurrying to open the door and slip out. The hallway was empty, though there was a gentleman in a suit and tie in the elevator. Eon felt fidgety as he rode down with him, uneasy thoughts crossing his mind at regular moments. Did he smell like a dragon? Did he look suspicious? Why was he worried about it?

After a wait and an equally long descent to the parking garage, Eon was able to leave the elevator and head to his car. Finally in his car, Eon let out a sigh of relief. He tossed his bag into the passenger seat and started the vehicle, rolling his windows down slightly since it still smelled like a wet lizard inside.

He noticed a slight glimmer in the passenger seat, a glint of purple. Taking a moment to let his car warm up, Eon leaned dover to look closer at the shiny object. It was a purple feather, almost as long as Eon's hand and shimmering in the dull light. There was no doubt it belonged to Levian.

Picking it up, Eon felt a surge of emotion. He was feeling…conflicted and content. After a moment this shifted to a feeling of annoyance and then…freedom. Like a bird free from a cage, like someone who could spread their wings and fly!

Eon put the feather down and the feelings vanished, gone without a trace. Interesting…He picked up the feather again. the same feeling of elation came over him, as well as a sense of worry as he looked for something. He was exposed, out in the open air, if Eon didn't show in his metal box…

Eon put the feather down again. He was sure of it this time; he was feeling what Levian was feeling! Still, Levian had a point, he did not have time to think about it. Putting the car in reverse, Eon started his drive.

As he moved out of the parking garage, he felt an odd sense in his mind. If he took a moment to think about Skree, Lyra, or Kira, he knew exactly where they were relative to himself. He could tell that they were above him and not moving, hovering in the air as they waited on him. Was it the same for them? Could they sense him? So many questions, but Eon had very little time to think about them right now.

Pulling out of the parking garage, Eon looked up toward where his room was, seeing the glimmer of red and green scales in the morning light. Once he saw the glimmer, it was easy to see the dragons hovering there. He could not tell if they knew which car was his, so he closed his eyes for a second. He did not know how the mindspeak worked, but he tried his best to think loudly towards them, letting them know what car he was in and which direction he was going.

After a moment, he got a sigh in reply, coming from Kira, “you do not have to yell, we see you. And when did you learn how to do that?"

It was different than hearing them from up close. From this distance there was less emotion in Kira's voice, only a faint echo in his mind that Eon simply knew was Kira. He was going to have to ask her to teach him how to use it better.

He heard her chuckle, “teach you, huh? Might be a good idea, since I can sense what you are thinking…oh, I didn't think you thought we were that sexy! Those are some naughty thoughts in your subconscious…"

Eon felt his cheeks turn red and he focused on getting on the road and driving to school. Whether that worked, or Kira was simply being polite and leaving him alone, he did not know. Between Skree's obvious concern for Levian and Kira's prospect of mindspeak lessons, he knew he was going to have plenty to learn.

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The school campus was a quick drive away, a few of the larger school buildings even visible from the top of Eon's apartment building. The most prominent of these was the central building, a large glass tower like structure that was used to hold many of the curriculum-based classes. Everything from government to art was crammed into the seven-story building, the building the crowning spire of achievement and even made an appearance on the school logo. Every new student was given a grand tour of the building to make sure they were aware of the high dollar cost and pride this building gave the campus. It dwarfed all other buildings where the more technical and hands on studies took place in the more classical, older buildings. This building had taken years to finish and Eon had always wanted to be one of the students that had the honor of attending such a unique place.

Right now, he was cursing that his class was on the upper floor.

He made it just in time, Professor Fin standing at the door as Eon made it to the hallway, huffing after he jogged up several flights of stairs. Fin gave Eon a nod as he slipped into class, the professor closing and locking the door after Eon made it in.

The class was almost full, most of the students already had their books or laptops out to keep working. A few looked up as Eon made it in, simply pausing in their work long enough to see if the newcomer was someone they needed to be concerned with. Of course, upon seeing it was Eon, they all went back to working on their own projects.

The room itself was a pretty standard classroom. The walls were sporadically decorated with various writing tips, the tables were long and rectangular so that multiple students could sit at one, and due to the influx of computers there was also a plug for computers integrated between each pair of students. The lights were outshone by the massive window that dominated the back wall, though the covers were drawn closed right now since the sun was rising and it would be very hot if the window were not covered.

Professor Fin looked like he would rather be taking a nap, but he stood at the front of the class and waited for Eon to get situated. Once Eon was seated and getting his laptop out, Professor Fin started, “Alright class, today is an open day to work on your creative writing project. We have been doing alright so far and I need to grade all of last week's exams."

He gestured to his desk; a pile of papers was there. The test last week was three pages long and a mix of multiple choice and essay. Eon knew that Professor Fin had at least four hundred students. That meant he was going to be very busy, “so, take this time to work on your end of the year project. Remember, this creative project will count for at least 40% of your final grade. So, if you have the need to be peer reviewed, ask a classmate. If you need some advice from me, ask or send me an email. I will get to you when I can."

Eon had his laptop open by this time. The screen flickered on and he logged in, the first thing on his screen was the word document he had started yesterday. It was a bulleted list of the various details Skree had given him about the dragon world. There was the Elf and Dwarf resource war, The discovery of fire for Man, the establishment of the first shining city, and several little tidbits about magic.

Eon knew there was a good story here somewhere, he just had to put it together. He was good at putting things together, he just needed the pieces first. Now that he had the parts, he just had to put them together in a way that worked like a good fiction story.

Someone sneezed and Eon glanced up, watching as everyone else worked on their stories. It was so much easier for everyone else to just…make things up. it was not fair sometimes, but Eon didn't let it bother him. He just needed to pass this class. Once his hour was done here, then he could go to the next class and get something useful done. Just one hour…

Eon slipped his hand into his pocket, feeling along Levian's feather. He felt a tingle of energy along his arm, a pleasant feeling. As he touched it, he closed his eyes for a moment. That feeling grew till it was warm and pleasant, feeling like the sun along his back as he lay upon a comfortable mound of dirt. He let out a content sigh, feeling the rough concrete on his arms.

Eon opened his eyes. There was no concrete in the room, and the AC was blowing on max because the professor liked to keep the classroom cold…how did he feel the heat of the sunlight? Eon moved his fingers away from the feather, the chill of the air returning. When he touched it again, he could feel the warmth outside. Was Levian on the roof of some building?

Eon had a feeling this was one of those dragon secrets that he stumbled upon. He and Levian were not bonded, but he could feel him though the feather better than he could feel the others! The other dragons

Levian would be mad if Eon could feel what he was feeling? They were going to be bonded eventually anyway, so why was this feather something that Levian didn't want Eon to have?

Eon ran his fingers along the feather again, focusing on what Levian was feeling. Levian must be sunning himself on the rooftop, that was the only place Eon would think the hybrid would go. He would have to experiment with the feather later to see what all it could do, though it did give him an idea. He took his pencil and poked himself in the arm, gently applying pressure till it hurt just a little. Nothing happened other than Eon making a small dent in his arm. He didn't know what he was expecting.

Eon stopped touching the feather. If he could feel what the hybrid felt, he thought it would have gone both ways. Still, it was nice to be able to touch the feather and get an idea on how Levian was doing physically. Hit by sudden inspiration, Eon had an idea for a story now. This world of magic, through the eyes of an unknown hybrid…

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Levian shuffled his feet on the top of the building, wings spread as he sunned himself. Thank the gods that Eon's class was close enough to the roof that Levian was in rage of his bond. He looked around, looking for the others. Skree, Kira, and Lyra had left him there for the time being, going to explore the skies around the campus. Since they were bonded to Eon, they had a much larger area they could move about without moving too far.

Levian still felt the soreness from yesterday…and the day before that. It was not just a physical toll either. He felt it deeper inside him, a cold chill that was threatening to escape if he was not careful. He had not paid close enough attention yesterday when they were hunting, and he had strayed too far from Eon's bond. The whole time he had been feasting and fucking…he had not been in Eon's bond range. This meant all the energy he had gained from eating the deer had been used up in those hours, and then some.

Levian could feel it, that same feeling he had before they met Eon. It was just a tingle on his claws and tail tip, like an itch that wouldn't go away, but if he ran low enough on energy he knew it would be worse. The tingle would become like an angry flame inside his veins, burning him as his body tried to hang onto life. Then it would consume him…supposedly. When they had met Eon, Levian was just starting to feel the pain. The quick bond had stopped that, though without Eon bonding to him fully, Levian was going to run out of time. His little outburst with Kira must have accelerated the drain on him. He had not been in his right mind, but he still should have known better.

Still, it was not all bad. The glass tower that Eon called a school was the tallest point in the human's grey jungle. Levian could see for leagues in the distance, even make out the forest that hid the campsite they had visited. It was a green speck, but it was in the right general direction. He chuckled to himself. It was ironic, he was looking over a human city again, gazing upon them and watching as they went about their daily lives.

Among the black tracks that ran throughout the city, the metal boxes travel in a hurry. What did Eon call them? He told them before…cars! Yes, the cars on the tracks. Occasionally they let out a loud noise that was echoed by others. Sometimes there was a fight where the cars would hit each other, then the humans inside would get out and start yelling. Well, Levian assumed they were yelling since they would waive their arms around. After a while, a white and black car would arrive with one of the town guards and they would settle the fight. Levian only knew they were the guards because their cars had these flashing orbs on the top and loud screams that he could hear even from here. Only a guard would want to intimidate people that much. Still, it amused him to see them show up each time a car fought with another car.

Still, these cars must be very important to the humans if a guard showed up each time something went wrong. Levian had just assumed that each human had their own car, but it looked like they were more valuable than that. He wondered how much Eon valued his own car. Still, watching over the city bored him after a while, so he moved his attention back to the campus.

The campus was much easier to see. While not as interesting and busy as the city, Levian was able to see more of the humans and how they acted. Moving close to the edge of the roof, Levian gazed down at the concrete sidewalks.

These humans were strange compared to the ones back home. They were loud and obvious, dressing in bright colors and making more noise than a gryphon hen in heat. He singled one of them out, a human he would designate as Yellow Dress…because of her easy to see yellow dress.

Yellow Dress was surrounded by a group of other female humans, all walking quickly and talking loudly. They had these long sticks and would occasionally stop for a moment and freeze in place. They would then pull the stick closer and look at the little box on the end and then let out a round of laughter. Levian could not see it for sure, but the small box looked like the thing Eon called a phone. They did not seem to have any direction to go other than around the sidewalks, stopping and posing for various reasons that Levian could not define. Eventually, the other females left Yellow Dress, heading into the glass spire that Levian was perched upon. It seemed that Yellow Dress did not want them to go, but Levian could see that she did not have much of a choice. Once her pack left, Yellow Dress took a seat on a metal bench, looking at the phone.

Levian let out a huff, rolling to his side and looking out along building tops. He caught sight of Kira's flashing scales on a nearby building top. Levian looked at the area surrounding her building, noticing she had picked the building that the sun was shining directly upon. Anyone in the glass spire would be blinded by the sun, while anyone else could easily mistake her glinting scales as reflected light off the glass spire. Clever girl. Still, Levian watched her for a bit, his tail swaying slightly as he tracked her red frame.

She was running along the rooftops, darting along various pathways, and sliding along the various structures on the tops of the buildings. Levian chuckled, watching Kira practice her maneuvering. She was an apex predator back home and survival was the game she played. This new world was vastly different, but Kira was learning by the day. She was practicing moving along the roof tops with speed and accuracy, slipping and sliding along the various things atop the buildings. And with practice, she could think while running, planning her movements. She was not moving with the practiced grace she had in the forest, nor was she using her wings as much as she could. Levian did not know why she was not trying to use her wings, but she probably had her reasons. Perhaps it was just easier for her to get through the tighter gaps. The silvery tubes and metal objects were not as forgiving as a stray tree branch, so perhaps she did not want to risk taking a turn too sharp and hurting herself. He grew bored after watching her practice for a bit, then looked around for the other two.

Ironically, Lyra was harder to spot. Normally the white dragon was the first one he could spot if he were looking for her, but Lyra was not moving as much as Kira. Levian had to look for a while, eventually catching her out near the gathering spot for the metal boxes. She had perched atop one of the large light posts near the sidewalk, the white top of the light post keeping her softly hidden from all who walked by. Levian would have never found her if she had not stretched her wings out right as he looked at the light post. Was she watching the metal boxes? Sure, they were interesting, but it seemed like the humans were only ones they responded to. Then again, Lyra had always been a creature of curiosity. If there was anything to discover, she was going to try and find the answer…even if Kira did not agree with the risk or method.

Skree was impossible to find. That wyvern could have been on the roof just next to the one Levian was on, but he was too small to pick out. Levian had no doubt that Skree was probably watching Eon or trying to get into the buildings. Skree might act senseless and have moments where he was rather…well, Skree could act rather stupid at times. Still, Skree would be the quickest to adapt to this world and he would be the hardest ones for the humans to find.

Unlike himself.

Levian sighed, moving away from the edge of the roof. He hated all of this. Meeting Eon was good and the friendliness of the human was something that Levian had missed…but Levian could not shake the feeling of being trapped. Before it had been a physical cell, now it was the entire world. He could see the sky, feel the wind…but he could not enjoy any of it. He was simply too big, too obvious…too much Levian.

He did not need to wonder how the humans would react to seeing him either, the figurines that Eon had showed them gave him a good idea. Some of the dragons were graceful and peaceful looking, but every single dragon with four legs and two wings had had a snarl or holding a skull. Eon said he had been collecting those since he was child, so Levian could assume that the snarling, mad beast was a typical image for a dragon like himself. Then there were the few close calls they had before they met Eon. Every time someone had caught a glimpse of Levian, they had run or panicked, usually both. He simply was not welcome in this world.

Hell, Even Eon had feared him! What was there to say that Eon was not still scared of him? Levian had even admitted that they had planned on basically killing him, but Eon had taken it in stride. Who did that? Either Eon was a very odd human, or he was pretending. No, Eon was happier with the other three, the manageable dragons.

Levian dug his claws into the concrete, scraping marks into the building. It was a strange feeling, knowing that he could tear humans apart with his claws. He could probably crush their metal boxes too…but that was the last thing he wanted to do. He simply wanted to be happy. That was all!

Levian slashed along the building top, carving out furrows into the cement. He looked at the lines he cut into the stone. He really was a monster here, wasn't he? Levian flopped onto his belly, covering up the marks he made. He did not want to look at them. He did not want any reminder that he was the monster in this story.

Why did things have to change? Why couldn't he have just stayed in Albion, happy with Kiron? He wanted to go back to it, go back to that little shop on the hill, overlooking the city and helping Kiron make wonderful glass. He had been happy…then they had come back. They had ruined everything. They took his happiness just like they had before!

Levian let out a growl, his foul mood returning with a vengeance. He stood and walked along the building top, the motion of moving helping him organize thoughts, to push the rage deeper so that he didn't have to listen to it. It was like an ever-present shadow that followed him everywhere he went, the monster he kept buried in his heart. It wanted out…

Levian was huffing, growling as he looked around the rooftop. In his mind, he could see it standing there, the shadow of himself. It stood on the other side of the building; features blackened out. Two glowing eyes glared at him, shining with purple light. His shadow's feathers shimmered with power, the lightning that Levian was cursed with. It spoke to him, words that only he could hear.

“it was all your fault. They killed him because of you."

Levian let out a snarl. “No! It was not My fault! They did not leave me alone!"

“You deserved it. You are the monster. You killed their master, so they came for you"

Levian growled at the shadow, his wings flaring out lightly, “I am not a monster, not like you. I don't kill without reason."

“they hurt Lyra, Skree, and Kira. They came because of you."

Levian turned to the shadow, “They came because of you! Because they feared you!

The shadow chuckled, a sound like rolling thunder and approaching death.

“We are the same. You know you are me and I am you. You can't deny yourself forever."

Levian spread his wings, muscles tense like he was going to pounce on The Shadow, “You will not rule me. If I could rid myself of you, I wouldn't hesitate."

The Shadow approached him, nuzzling along his maw before whispering in his ear

“Are you sure? You had a chance to get rid of me in the tower. You could have given up…but you clung to me."

Levian…knew it was right. Without the rage and anger he had nurtured in the tower he would have perished long ago. “I-I'm not that dragon anymore. I don't need you."

The shadow chuckled, it's scaled tail running along Levian's side as it circled him. It stood in front of him, the glowing purple eyes digging into his own. That blackened maw, razor sharp teeth and bloodied claws…It was Levian in his darkest moment.

“You were always that dragon. You just tried to hide it. Then they came and Hurt Skree…"

Levian growled, “stop it."

“…They almost killed him, you only friend…"

“stop it!"

“and you let me come out and play. You killed them, but then…"

“I SAID STOP!" Levian roared, swiping his claws out and aiming for the Shadow's neck.

“Levian!"

Levian blinked and the shadow was gone. He was standing there, his wings flared out and his heart racing. Skree was in front of him, standing on the ground. Levian looked around the rooftop, seeing no one else. He looked at Skree, the wyvern also breathing heavy. One of his wings was being held behind his back, out of Levian's sight. Still, that did not stop the smell, however faint. Blood.

Levian stepped back, trying to move away from Skree before he hurt him again. He saw the gashes on the roof top and looked at his claws. There, just a small speck of red was on one of his talons. He had…

“Levian, are you okay?"

Skree came closer, placing his wings on Levian's claws. Levian could see it now, a small gash on the thin wing membrane. It was a superficial wound in all sense of the word, but that did not matter to Levian.

“Skree…gods above…I…"

Skree simply looked at him intently, Skree's reptilian eyes locking with Levian's, “who were you talking to? I hear you roaring from the trees."

Levian shook his head, pulling his claws away from Skree, “No one. I was talking to myself."

Skree jumped and hovered in front of Levian, his gaze piercing and his voice commanding. There was nothing but concern in Skree's voice, but there was an edge to it. Skree knew Levian and he knew when Levian did not want to talk. “Levian. Are you okay? You had a nightmare this morning and now you are talking to yourself. Don't lie to me, you were thinking about Kiron again, weren't you? And the…thing…"

Thing. Skree meant Levian's shadow self, they both knew that, but Levian did not want to admit it. Levian nodded, moving to the other side of the rooftop. Skree followed. Once Levian was on the other side, he laid down and fell apart, “How are you not afraid of me, Skree? Why are you still with me?"

Skree landed on Levian's claws. The wyvern shrugged, “Depressed dragons are massive kinks of mine and you are making me extra hard right now."

Levian couldn't help himself, he laughed. He laughed hard and could not catch his breath. After a moment of wheezing, Levian used his free claw to rub along Skree's head, though he was careful this time, “you idiot, what makes you think that will help me?"

Skree hopped up and stood on Levian's maw, looking right at the hybrid, “Because you need to smile and laugh more. I saw you with Eon at the camp yesterday. That is the Levian I remember, not this brooding…this."

Levian huffed, “The Levian you remember didn't…"

“Levian! If you finish that sentence, I will have to slap you."

Levian snorted, but he did not continue. Skree hopped up onto Levian's head and made himself comfortable between the hybrid's ears. They were like that for a while, looking out over the city. In silence, Skree watched over the city with Levian, each of them observing the humans of this world. After a time, Skree chuckled, “looking at these humans, Eon really is a strange one, isn't he?"

Levian raised an eye ridge. It was an interesting subject to start with, but Skree normally had his reasons… “how so? We are seeing them as they travel from one castle to another, we don't know how they act inside."

The wyvern shrugged, “yeah, but did you see the woman yell at the man? I was in the tree near the bench she had been sitting on. Apparently, they had a mating disagreement and she called him several different words that mean genitals. Then she pulled out a can and sprayed him with this horrible thing! Even in the tree, I felt my eyes water. These humans have magic at their beck and call and they don't even know it!"

Levian snorted, “Maybe that is a good thing. Could you imagine the trouble if someone back home could use all the magic these humans have?"

Skree patted Levian's ears, “You are always so negative about magic…not that I blame you. It does have some good things. What about the medicine that Kiron used back home? That had magical properties and you were fine with that."

Levian felt his shoulder twinge, a permanent reminder of that medicine, “Of course medicine is good! It prevents evil spirits from causing death and suffering. Even our humans figured that one out and some dragons had taken up learning that art."

Skree gestured with his wing, pointing to one of the glass castles outside the campus, “And these massive castles! Not even the City of Light was so…compact. How do they stand? They are not made of stone, but of glass! And I have seen hundreds of humans enter them. What kind of magic is that?"

Levian sighed, then chuckled. Skree seemed enamored with this world…so maybe it was fine to talk about it. “The towers are impressive, but what about the captured lightning? It is like the magi-lights at home, but anyone can use them. They make me feel uneasy when I see them though."

Skree nodded, “that is just your own magic reacting to it. Nothing you can do about that. Oh! I was meaning to ask; did you cause the lights to flicker in Eon's building the other day?"

Levian was quiet for a bit, but he nodded slowly, careful not to jostle his wyvern friend, “it was me. I woke up groggy from Kira's aphrodisiac poison and over reacted."

Skree chuckled, “That explains why you nearly pounced on Eon. I thought for sure the human was going to faint from shock! It probably surprised him, having a big sexy dragon pinning him down like that."

Levian glanced upward, trying not to grin too much, “Yeah? Too bad he stopped me, I was really pent up. Though it was very interesting to give myself some of that oral play you like. Still, it amazes me that Kira was able to keep that side hidden for so long."

Skree let out a whistle, “she has done a good job keeping it hidden. Still, you did not use too much energy, did you? I do not know what it takes to make the light flicker in this world, but you were running low already. Do you feel any tingles in your claws, wing tips? Anything at all?"

Ah, there it is. Truth be told, Levian's wings had been feeling the tingles of energy deprivation since this morning. He was running out of time, quickly. Still, Levian chuckled, flicking his ears a little, “Skree, if I could not feel my claws, you would be the first one to know. Relax, Eon will bond with me and then we can relax here. I can tell you and the others like it in this world, so I'll just have to adapt."

For the first time, Skree did not take Levian at his word. The wyvern hopped off Levian's head and hovered at head height, looking him right in the eye, “Levian, you were just hallucinating something. If we are to believe the legends on what the energy sickness looks like, that is the first sign of dangerously low levels. Then you would feel a tingle that spreads along your body and burns like a fire. The only way it will end is if you bond or you vanish, erased from this world."

Levian shrugged it off, but he almost broke eye contact with Skree, “Relax, everything will be fine."

Skree hovered there for a while, his eyes searching Levian's…then he sighed, “I hope you are right. I don't know what I would do if you just…vanished."

Levian did not have a good answer. He knew what he would do if anything happened to Skree. There were still craters in the old world that he had made because someone hurt the wyvern…but Skree was not him. Thankfully, there was no need to answer. There was the sound of several humans coming out of the building, so the two of them rushed over to the edge of the rooftop.

It was an interesting thing to see the throngs of humans travel. They still moved in packs like they did back home, but they were more organized. While the humans back home simply moved along towns and cobbled paths with no concern on where they were on the path, these humans had strict rules. If they were traveling toward the building, they were on the left side of the sidewalk. If they were traveling away, they were on the right. they were like ants. Very organized, dangerous ants.

They watched for a bit, but neither of them could see Eon in the crowd. There was a rush of wind beside Levian and Skree was gone, the wyvern diving for a nearby tree. Levian watched him for a second before the wyvern became too small to track easily. He sighed, flexing his claws. He was starting to lose feeling in them too…

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Eon moved on to his next class inside the mega spire. It was the last class today and then he had to head to work. Once work was over, he would have to get some of his studying done or he would get behind in his classes. Hopefully, the dragons did not mind him being busy.

The next class was going to be a little problematic, mostly because he had a presentation to give. The subject was a simple one, how to manage employees and a business on the management level. It involved making important decisions based on employees, the needs of the business, and the various other things that needed to be considered to run a business. The presentation was to act as a way for Mr. Pine to gage where his students were at this point of the semester. It carried a hefty percentage of his grade too, so Eon needed to make sure that he had this one in the bag.

Eon had always wanted to have his own shop, working on the various electronics in the world and fixing them. He did not need to be CEO of a big company or anything like that. Eon would rather be a little shop that everyone knew about, did honest work, and made enough to live comfortably. He could let everyone else have the glory, he would rather do the work. Eon had a presentation that was set to the standard, even if the main idea completely disregarded Mr. Pine's suggestion for working in a large company.

Eon and Mr. Pine did not see eye to eye on many things. This presentation was going to be challenging one of Mr. Pine's core business philosophies, which was that employees were to be treated as tools and treated with the same level of care, but replaced as soon as a better one came along. While such an idea would work in some cases, Eon was not going to let that idea slide. Eon did not like people most of the time, but he did value them more than tools. There was also another very big problem.

Eon had brown hair last time he had been in class, now he had white hair and scaled dragon ears. Mr. Pine had not made it a secret on which side of the political ladder he stood…as well as his opinions on various things. Eon really did not care who did what if he could keep living like he had been, but he knew that having 'dyed' his hair was likely to cost him several points. If he were lucky, Mr. Pine wouldn't say anything about it till after his presentation.

As he walked, Eon reached into his pocket and stroked Levian's feather. He felt a surge of sadness and anger so intense that he jerked his hand out of his pocket. Eon almost turned on his heel to run for the door so he could find Levian, but he stopped and touched the feather again. The sadness and rage were there still, but muted. Now he was feeling a sense of calm appreciation. Eon did not know how, but he knew Skree was responsible.

Eon took his hand off the feather and continued his way, turning around the corner to see the door to his class. Professor Pine was standing there, dressed in his pressed suit like he always was, an attendance sheet in hand. His hair was brushed and it looked like he was CEO of a company instead of a professor. Professor Pine was not the most liked professor, but he was good at his job…or that was what was told to the students that complained about him. As Eon watched, Professor Pine watched as two students walked by, one of them wearing a very colorful shirt promoting hemp. Professor Pine called out to him, asking the student to change from the inappropriate shirt. The student wisely ignored him.

Eon came up as Professor Pine was busily scribbling something on his paper about the student that ignored him, then looked up. Pine made a face as he looked at Eon's hair, “can I help you?"

Oh no.

Eon nodded, “It is me, Eon. I'm here for my presentation."

Pine could have dropped the paper in his hands with the shocked expression he had, “My god, what the hell…" Dr. Pine caught himself with a cough, “why did you go and change your hair color? You know that will cost you some points. A good worker doesn't bother with this kind of frivolity, and a good leader doesn't allow it to happen."

Eon nodded, trying to scoot into class, “yes, but it was a spur of the moment idea. You know how things get with…um…"

Eon paused. He was not the most interesting person in his classes. A sudden change like this was very out of character for him normally. What could he say that sounded plausible?

Dr. Pine let out a sigh, marking something on Eon's name, “Next time you let a woman talk you into doing something, remind her of her place. Let your reduced grade remind you of that."

Eon simply grinned through gritted teeth, ignoring the underhanded comment. He was supposedly good at his job, but if one of his students were to record one of these off-hand comments...Eon was very surprised no one had done that yet. Or maybe they had…Eon didn't like to think about that.

Eon came into the class and was met with stares and a few whispers. They quieted down quickly, Pine coming back into the room and closing the door with a little more force than was necessary. Eon was settling in as Pin turned on the projector and got ready for class presentations. He gave out his little speech, “All right, as you know we have been working on a presentation to give that outlines the methods we would value the most if we were in a corporate business. One of these things I value most is the dress code of various workplaces."

Eon could feel Dr. Pine glaring a hole into his skull.

“and presentation. While unorthodox, your appearance and confidence will be graded with your presentation content. You were all aware of this on day one, taking risks is your own prerogative. Now, we shall start with the presentations. Eon! Since you were the last student in, you get to present first."

Eon took a deep breath, reaching into his pocket and stroking Levian's feather again. Levian was calm again, so Eon could be calm too. Standing, Eon approached the front of the class, handing his presentation thumb drive over to Professor Pine. After a bit of fumbling and Eon putting in his password to allow Dr. Pine into the thumb drive, Eon's power point was opened.

Eon stood in front of the class, looking out over the blank faces of the other students. Some looked interested in the result of Eon's presentation, but most looked about as interested as the typical high school class…which was not surprising since most of the students were fresh from high school.

“Good morning everyone. My presentation today will be over the Pros and Cons of an authoritarian, closed minded boss when compared to a more lenient, accepting boss. To keep the comparisons fair, I will be using my chosen field of technology and offering an unbiased, observers view. Let us begin."

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Levian wiggled his claws.

Levian took his claws and ran them along the concrete.

Levian pressed one of his talons against his claws till he broke the skin, a small bead of blood welling up.

Nothing. He did not feel a thing in his claws. No pain, no sensation. It was strange, being able to look at his claws and yet feel nothing from them. There was no way to get around it, Levian was burning through his own energy faster than they had thought.

Levian rolled onto his side, looking up at the sky. The sun had moved as he waited for Eon and Skree did not come back to visit, which was a shame. He had managed to screw with Lyra and Kira yesterday, but he had not been able to play with his wyvern friend. It was something that he wanted to do before…

Levian let out a sigh, banishing the thought. Eon would come through and they would bond. Levian could continue existing in this world…and then what? It was a question that Levian did not have a good answer for. He was too big, too obvious, he could not hide like the others and Eon would have to constantly make sure he was hidden. There was nowhere they could go and Levian was just going to be stuck up on a roof like this when Eon was in school. There was the campsite, but even with a proper Bond it was too far away. He was feeling more like a burden with each passing moment. He resigned himself to lay there, staring up at the sky.

That was when he felt something tickle along his tail. Levian let out a sigh, expecting his tail to start feeling numb next. He really was losing energy at a…Hey!

Levian set up quickly, looking down his belly at…Skree! Skree was standing near the base of his tail, the wyverns razor claws gripping Levian's tail as the wyvern leaned down again, his beak like maw sliding along Levian's scales. Levian certainly felt that, his hind leg twitching as the sensitive scales were caressed by wings and muzzle.

“S-skree! What are you…"

Skree's claws tightened on Levian's tail. They were small claws, but Levian still had feeling there and claw pricks along his tail base made him stop talking.

Skree leaned up from his nuzzling, fixing Levian with his gaze, “I know what is bothering you. You feel ignored, don't you? Have I been spending too much time with Eon and not enough time with my Hybrid?"

Levian looked at Skree as the wyvern straddled his tail, the light weight of the scaled wyvern making Levian's tail tip twitch despite himself, “you are not wrong, though that isn't the only reason."

Skree nodded, moving his wings to rub along Levian's lower belly. The lightly furred membranes tickled Levian's scales, the hybrid catching his breath. Skree moved forward a little, his smaller body pressing against Levian as he lay there, “I know. You have been thinking too much on things that will solve themselves. I need to give you a good distraction. So, let us fix that. Besides, after riding home in that tight metal box the other night and smelling you and the dragoness, I needed some attention. You all were just too tired for me to play with."

Skree did not give Levian time to think much after that. Skree leaned forward and nuzzled his maw against Levian's slit, simply pressing against it with his muzzle. Skree's muzzle was tapered and a more traditional dragon shape with a triangular maw and a long tongue. The main thing was that Skree's scales on his face were smooth as glass and he kept the edges filed down to smooth rounded tips. It kept the wyvern looking pleasant, but it also kept his scales from hurting if he did something like this. As Skree pressed a little deeper, he suddenly tugged back, his scales catching a little as he moved backward, tugging on Levian's sensitive inner slit.

It was like a full inner massage for his slit, those rounded scales sliding along his muscled inside as Levian instinctively clenched and grunted, Skree's muzzle slipping out with a wet noise. It was hard for Levian to ignore that, especially since he had just been feeling so lonely. Still… “Skree, we need to wait a little. We are in the open and if we get cauuuaaAAAGH…"

Levian had to clamp his claws around his muzzle to cut off his yell, Skree pressing his wings into Levian's slit, then spreading them wide enough so that he could easily fit most of his muzzle into that wet hole. From here, Skree could stick out his tongue and easily lick along the tip of Levian's dormant member, the soft cock flesh quickly responding and hardening under Skree's quick licks.

Skree took a moment to nuzzle along Levian's walls, appreciating the warm musky male scent that permeated every sense. He pulled his head back and relaxed his wings, letting Levian relax for a bit. Most dragons found just a simple lick along the slit to be arousing enough to get them in the mood. Some of the more…interesting…dragons back home would even use their tongue on a male slit. What Skree did was the equivalent of grabbing Levian's pleasure center and jump starting it with a bolt of lightning.

Levian lay there, panting as he looked down his belly as Skree, the wyvern's head glistening from his dive into Levian's slit. The view was incredibly arousing, the wyvern taking a moment to move forward a little and rub his own smaller maleness along Levian's undertail. Levian felt that tapered spear slide along his tail scales, a small shudder from the wyvern making Levian purr.

“If we get caught, then they can join in." Skree chirped, running his wings along Levian's lower belly. The scales on the wing arms clinked lightly against Levian's belly scales, then the soft, fur covered wing membranes followed soon after.

Levian let out a huff, knowing that that was unlikely…though if Eon caught them, that could be interesting. The human was slowly adjusting to draconic influence though the bonds with the others, perhaps he has acquired the same senses by now. Eon didn't dance around the idea of laying with other males, he just seemed to worry about Levian being too big. It was an obvious worry, but what Eon didn't know…

Skree moved up just a little more, nuzzling against the edge of Levian's slit as he moved his hips forward some more, grinding his shaft along Levian's tail before he felt a sport of warmth. For the smaller wyvern, it was a very hard spot to miss, but Skree took his time, slowly moving his hips as he aligned himself with Levian's tight back entrance.

Levian growled in impatience, his own maleness growling slowly, “What is taking so long? Rrf…I can feel you there, just slip in."

Skree chuckled, taking a moment to run his wing over Levian's swelling slit, the draconic member within threatening to slip into the open at any moment. They wyvern took a moment to drag his tongue along Levian's slit, a fair amount of Levian's internal slime . Levian shuddered, leaning back and letting the wyvern do whatever he wanted. Skree knew what he was doing.

Skree took his time, rubbing along Levian's belly scales and nuzzling along the ever-tense slit that housed the monster Levian called a cock. Still, Skree took the time to enjoy the smaller things too, such as the fine and smooth feeling of Levian's scales under his wings. He listened to the slight catch in Levian's breathing as he moved his wings over various places. He was very aware of the clenching entrance he was gently probing with his own tapered shaft, his tip oozing a little pre. With such a size difference between them, Skree was amazed that he was able to give the hybrid any anal pleasure to begin with. Perhaps it was more of a mental thing. Skree grinned to himself as he gave Levian's slit another lick, his tongue tracing over the peaking tip of Levian's shaft. He enjoyed this himself, so he really didn't need to overthink it.

Levian simply lay there, closing his eyes for a bit as he simply relaxed and felt Skree move along him. He felt his shaft growing harder the longer he lay there, his ridged purple length slipping into the open air with a wet noise as more of his internal fluids came with it. He had to resist the urge to move his claws from his belly. He could not feel them and didn't want to risk hurting himself or Skree, so he had to be content with letting Skree do all the work.

The wyvern didn't mind, giving Levian's shaft a few nuzzles and licks, careful to make sure he traced along those sensitive ridges on the underside of Levian's shaft. Skree shuddered as he felt his heart flutter; it had been a very long time since he and Levian were this intimate. Feeling the hybrid's tail flex under him, Skree finally moved forward and pressed his thinner, tapered tip against Levian's waiting star.

The special thing about having a slit was the abundance of personal lubricant. Even if Levian wasn't oozing a virtual flood of slick pre from anticipation, Skree was already slick enough to slip into Levian's tight star with little effort. The larger dragon let out a growl, his rear tightening for just a second at the sensation of being penetrated, then the hybrid relaxed, his muscles letting Skree in.

Skree huffed out a moan as he slid into Levian. The larger dragon was bigger, stronger, and his insides were of a temperature that made the Wyvern worry…but this was all part of the wonderful dragon that Levian was. The higher internal temperature was compounded by Levian's own muscles, an occasional shudder making Levian clench tight enough to stop Skree from moving as his anal ring pulsed lightly, rippling around Skree's shaft.

Normally, the wyvern had a short fuse and did not have any trouble simply rutting into any orifice and being done, but Levian forced the wyvern to edge himself. If Skree started to pick up speed, Levian would simply clench tighter till Skree slowed down. It made Skree growl, the high pitch noise making Levian grin. Skree settled into a decent pace, his shaft slipping into and out of Levian with a slimy squelch, but was not fast enough to get the wyvern off completely. He felt his scales clack against Levian's, a growing burn in his legs as he used them to try and thrust into the hybrid as hard as he could.

Levian simply lay there, keeping himself relaxed. The very first time they had mated in such a way, Levian had been so tense and so twitchy that he had thrown the wyvern off him multiple times. Since then Levian had learned to relax all his muscles and simply focus on the growing flame of lust in his nethers, the self-imposed restriction making the Hybrid force his own growing needs down.

Levian was an apex predator and his body knew it. The feeling of being penetrated was something that made his instincts coil and writhe, demanding that they hybrid retaliate and force his subordinate into their place. The need to dominate grew, the feeling making his shaft throb as Skree slowly slid his own smooth length into the tight rippling cavern of Levian's ass.

Levian was the top of the food chain, the one that should be breeding this impudent wyvern. He was not prey; he was the predator! He was not supposed to be on his back! Even when he had screwed with the twins he had been in control, no matter how they had 'pinned' him. Feeling this Wyvern penetrate him made his body shiver in ways that breeding a female never could, the feeling of that smooth shaft bringing pleasure and an innate need to struggle against the feeling. Skree was smaller, weaker, and prey. Levian was bigger, stronger, and predator…but they were always equal. The schism between his instincts and desire was always there when Levian and Skree mated. Levian had come to take a perverse pleasure from denying those instinctual needs. By submitting to the wyvern, Levian coddled that feeling of submissive obedience that rankled his instincts in a way that made his spine tingle.

Levian ignored his instincts, letting the sensation of Skree's shaft sliding over his insides fill his mind. His friend, his first love…Levian could not stop the whimper of pleasure that slipped from his lips as he lay there.

Skree watched it all from his position between Levian's legs. His view of the hybrid's face was obstructed by the tree trunk of a shaft Levian carried, but Skree did not mind the view either. He had an up-close view as Levian's shaft twitched and pulsed, the veins on the sides pulsing slightly with the same beat as Levian's monstrous heart. Skree licked his lips, knowing that Levian had yet to reach his full erection, that pesky knot of his still trapped in his slit. Skree had always wondered what it was like to have a knot, that incredibly sensitive ball of hard flesh tantalizing to the wyvern in a way he could not bother to put into words.

Skree leaned forward again, tracing his tongue along those ridges as he leaned down. His tongue and maw traced lower and lower along Levian's shaft, stopping just as his slit. Skree spread his wings, using the powerful wings to hold himself to Levian's crotch. Last time he did what he had planned, Levian threw a fit. Skree waited for a second will he was ready for a good thrust, then plunged his muzzle forward, tongue darting out and into Levian's slit yet again, only this time Skree curled his tongue to the side and ran his slick tongue along the underside of Levian's still soft knot.

The reaction was immediate, Levian bolting upward as he clenched his jaws tight to avoid letting out a roar. Instead the dragon let out a deep, guttural groan, his body tensing up as his cock surged forward, the sensation of Skree licking his soft knot making his body overreact and demanding more blood surge to his groin. Levian's toes curled as he felt himself slip fully into the open, his shaft now painfully hard and incredibly sensitive. He took a second to make sure his claws were still on his chest, then he fixed his gaze to the wyvern with a needy, demanding stare.

Skree paid him no mind, shuddering as he felt Levian's cock surge forward and his tail flex on instinct. If Skree had not anchored himself with his wings, Levian probably would have thrown him off. Instead, the wyvern stayed right where he wanted to be, working his shaft into the larger hybrid while he traced along the backside of Levian's knot. After a few minutes of teasing the most sensitive part of the hybrid, Skree leaned up and moved onto his next little plan. Once he was sure Levian was done moving, Skree moved his wings to a new place. Spreading his wings wide, Skree curled them around Levian's hard shaft, giving it a squeeze with his wings.

Most were unaware, but wyverns like Skree had full muscle control over the membranes of their wings. This was good for reading the wind, adjusting for drag…and squeezing dragon cock. With the pre that Levian was constantly leaking, Skree had no trouble running his wings along Levian's shaft, the scaled wing edges and the soft, lightly furred membrane hugging along each and every curve, bump, ridge, and vein that Levian had. With the added grip, Skree was able to thrust into Levian with just a little more force, pulling himself forward on Levian's cock.

Levian simply lay there, muzzle open as he simply let out a moan. He was probably drooling. He most certainly was drooling. Skree wings felt like a perfect hole, contorted to slip and slide over every button that the hybrid had. Skree's wings were soft and smooth, Levian's own pre slickening them to slide effortlessly over his taught flesh. If Levian closed his eyes and imagined it, he could easily pass the sensation off as breeding a willing dragoness. one that was sculpted to fit him perfectly…rrfff….

That incessant shaft of Skree's was also plunging into Levian with increasing speed, Skree huffing and groaning now as he was racing for his peak. Skree had a very specific need to feel Levian orgasm at the same time, his wings working Levian's shaft and pressing along each ridge, vein, and sensitive spot that Skree knew was there. For just a moment, Skree let himself ignore it all. He ignored the human world. He ignored the worry of Energy Deprivation. He ignored the humans just below them in the building. He ignored the very sun that warmed his scales. He was focused on one thing; making his friend roar with sweet release. Skree knew exactly how to do it too. Moving his wings just a little lower, Skree had to ignore the top of Levian's shaft. However, he could now get his wings around Levian's knot…though he waited for just a second longer.

Levian could feel that tapered shaft throbbing inside him, those wings working impatiently to bring him to orgasm. Levian wanted to take a little longer, to draw out his last time with Skree, but with his attention divided between two sources of pleasure, he did not bother stopping the wyvern. He knew what Skree was going to do to get him off too, his anticipation of that making his body shudder.

Skree struck just as he felt Levian's tail shudder and twitch. Clamping his wings tight around Levian's knot and lower shaft, they wyvern held his hips flush with Levian's tight hole. Skree did not move, letting his twitching erection throb as he let Levian's insides milk him. Instead, Skree focused on making his wing membranes ripple along Levian's knot. Levian had once told him that it had felt just as good as a dragoness swallowing his knot, but Skree had the advantage of being able to squeeze just Levian's knot.

The sudden sensation of white-hot pleasure flooded Levian's nerves. Besides the initial lick from earlier, Skree had left Levian's knot alone. The entire time, Skree had been working Levian's shaft to the point that he had started to grow a little numb to the sensation. His untouched knot was very sensitive, to the point that Skree even let out a gasp as he felt Levian's knot throb with such force that he almost lost his grip. Levian tensed up again, shuddering as he felt that impending climax explode in his groin, the feeling of Skree's own climax and seed dwarfed the veritable nova of sensation Levian experienced in the span of a few seconds.

Levian could not stop himself from letting out a roar that probably shook the glass a few floors down, a deep brassy bugle of pleasure as Levian's body was forced to obey one encompassing command: Cum.

The viral Hybrid had no trouble doing so, that hard purple shaft of his jetting out a thick rope of cream that ached into the air before splattering along his belly, Skree, the roof, and more. Skree let out several high pitched chirps and moans as Levian's ass clenched and rhythmically pulled with each hard throb, the wyvern gasping as he was driving from one climax to another, his tapered shaft reaching a point of oversensitivity that it hurt.

Then it was over, the two of them laying there. Skree was covered in warm dragon seed, most of it Levian's, with a few splotches on his groin from his own tiny contribution. Skree slowly slipped out of Levian's ass, his smaller shaft slipping out even with the hybrid still tense. There was a moment of waiting, then Skree was treated to the titillating view of a stream of creamy white oozing from Levian's tight star. It was enough to make Skree shudder.

Levian was in bliss, the warmth of his own cum on his lower belly making him churr in pleasure. He could feel Skree's own contribution inside himself, the small warmth making the Hybrid's wings futter. Skree could not breed Levian like they both wanted, but the wyvern more than made up for it. His back legs were aching, and he was going to be sore in a while. Idly, he wondered if Eon did not mind sloppy seconds…

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“So when workers are motivated by their boss they…uh…" Eon blinked a few times, his mind suddenly blanking on his next point. He felt an odd sensation along his body, the front part of his body feeling warm and he felt like there was a film of fluid running down his head. Was he sweating? No, this was different, though he could not tell exactly what was happening. Still, he tried to ignore it.

The class was watching him with a bored kind of interest. Professor Pine stood at the back of the class, his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. Eon was expecting some kind of expression, even a displeased look would have been better than the blank slate Professor Pine had perfected. Eon could feel his nerves starting to act up. He wasn't a public speaker, he was a hands on kind of guy. Other people could do the talking, Eon was a worker. Still, he needed a good grade.

“…uh, workers who are positively motivated are more inclined to work. This helps keep morale high."

Eon moved his hand to run along his forehead. Was it getting hotter in here? It felt like there was something caught in his throat too, like he had swallowed a huge gulp of water and it was not moving down. He needed to calm down. As he fumbled over his words, Eon slipped his fingers into his pocket to feel Levian's feather. He needed that sense of calm Levian projected.

“Under a Boss that is completely strict and unyielding to apply the rules in a creative manner…oh…uh…"

As soon as Eon's fingers touched the feather, he felt a surge of something much different than calm. A surge of fiery lust raced along his arm and exploded in his brain, the feeling so intense that he had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. What the hell?

He also became vividly aware of what that warm feeling was, his temporary connection with Levian's emotions giving him an idea on what was happening. Skree and Levian were mating and Eon was feeling some of the sensation. This was the worst timing! Eon felt another bolt of hot pleasure from the feather, his knees feeling weak form the unexpected sensations his mind was suddenly comprehending. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, breathing hard.

Dr. Pine cleared his throat, bringing Eon back to reality. He looked up to see everyone looking at him with a level of interest that he was not sure he wanted. Dr. Pine had a scowl on his face and he was coming up to the front now, his stride filled with purpose, “Mr. Eon, I can tell you are stressed, but that gives you no reason to fondle yourself in front of the class."

Eon blinked a few times, making sure he heard Dr. Pine correctly, “what?"

Dr. Pine nodded toward Eon's pants. Eon looked down, his cheeks turning a shade of red that did not have a name. While he had been touching the feather, his other hand must have moved to his crotch and he had been rubbing himself. He ripped his hand away from himself like he had seen a deadly spider, but that did nothing to hide the obvious tent in his pants. Eon had to wear tighter jeans today.

Dr. Pine moved between Eon and the view of his classmates, blocking their view for the most part. He leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Eon, I suggest you excuse yourself. And whatever you have in your pocket that caused this, I suggest you not take more than the recommended dosage next time."

Eon was beyond mortified. Did Dr. Pine think he had taken a drug? The entire class had seen it too, there was not much he could do to hide it or deny it either. Did anyone record him?! Eon felt like he was going to faint, his body feeling weak.

Dr. Pine placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the door. As soon as Eon was outside, he heard a raucous roar of laughter from the inside of the classroom. Eon's computer was still in the classroom, but there was no way Eon could show his face in there again. He would have to wait till class was over to grab his things, which would be at least another half an hour.

He could still feel the warmth covering his body, the sensation of something gooey sliding down his front. He was still hard as a rock too, the echoing feeling of Levian's pleasure still fresh in his mind. Heading to the nearest bathroom, Eon decided he might as well take the time to…experiment a little.

Once he had locked the door, he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sensations he was feeling from Skree, the Wyvern's mind linked to his through their bond. For a while, he didn't feel anything different, just the continued feeling of warmth on the front of his body and the sensation of something slimy along his body.

Then it was like a switch was flicked, a dull roar echoing in his mind and a feeling of release. The warm sensation suddenly had a form, a massive purple shape that Eon could imagine was right before him. He could feel his arms, only they were different.

His fingers had elongated and there were flaps of skin between the newly long fingers, forming wing arms. He felt the weight of scales and the oddly pleasing sensation of his tail moving to keep himself balanced as he straddled Levian's tail. He could even feel the warmth around his own cock.

Eon opened his eyes, looking around the bathroom. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, breathing hard and sweating a little. It looked like he had just been running a marathon or having sex outside on a blistering hot roof top. The bathroom had not changed, the clean porcelain of the sink and toilet still white and the AC was blowing wonderfully cold air onto his burning skin. Was that what Skree was doing right now? Eon was a little surprised that Levian was letting the wyvern penetrate him, but Skree had almost done the same thing with him. Eon couldn't help but shudder a little, wondering what that might have felt like. Levian was certainly enjoying it.

Speaking of Levian…there was the feather. Eon glanced at his pocket with trepidation, his hand slipping closer. When he touched the feather in the classroom, it was very different from what he felt with Skree.

The sensations with Skree were pleasurable and he could feel the sensations Skree was feeling on his skin. It was like Eon was there in Skree's body, seeing what Skree saw and feeling what he felt, though the sensation was muted and not nearly as intense as it probably was for Skree.

Before when the dragon was calm and brooding, the feather would help calm Eon's nerves. Now that Levian was….engaged…with Skree, touching Levian's feather was like sticking a fork in an electrical socket of pure emotion and sensation.

After making sure the door was locked again, Eon reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing along the feathers. He felt his vision flicker as the feelings of satisfaction came over him, but there was also a growing need for more, a need to keep going. Eon moved his hand to run along his pants, the feeling bringing a quiet moan to his lips. He could feel Levian's lust like it was his own and his body was responding in kind, his hard-on becoming like a steel beam trapped in his pants.

There was a burst of emotion as something else happened to the two dragons, a feeling of pleased submissiveness tempered with a darker feeling, something that desperately wanted to change things. Eon didn't have time to dwell on that feeling as another wave of pleasure swamped them aside, making his legs weak again.

While Eon was feeling the emotions of Levian, he was aware that the sensation's from Skree had changed as well. Instead of a feeling of warmth along his front from Skree rubbing Levian's cock, there was now a slick and runny sensation between his legs. Eon took his hand away from Levian's feather, closing his eyes to see if he could tell what was going on. He felt his mind shift to 'seeing' what Skree saw.

What he saw confused him for a moment. It looked like Levian's jaw, but Eon could see the teeth. That slick sensation became more pronounced, something slimy running along Eon/Skree's legs and cock. After a moment, Skree looked down and eon could see what was going on.

Skree was between Levian's upper and lower jaw, the wyvern using his wing arms to hold open Levian's upper jaw while his lower claws gently gripped Levian's lower jaw. Levian's tongue darted forward and slid along Skree's scaled lower body, the slick organ curling lightly around Skree's cock and giving a gentle tug. Out of the corner of his eye, Skree/Eon could see Levian's foreleg moving in a tell-tell up and down motion. Levian was jacking off while sucking on Skree.

Eon opened his eyes, breathing hard as he felt the need to simply rub one out himself. Damn…that had been a nice surprise. Eon took a seat on the toilet, pulling out his phone. The sensations from Skree were calmer now and less pronounced. He could feel the gentle hum of emotion form the feather in his pocket, a trickling feeling of pleasurable emotion as Eon tried to ignore his humiliating experience in the classroom. He could not believe that had happened, was it a freak accident? Or did the dragons intend for that to happen? He could not shake the idea that it might have been intentional, the timing had been too good. He would need to ask Skree about the sensation sharing to see if that was normal. As for the feather…well, Eon could ask Levian about that. He took a breath, letting his anger simmer a little. They couldn't have known he was giving a presentation, or that they could affect him in such a way. Still, Levian did admit that they had planned on forcing him to bond with them if he didn't agree. Was this a part of the dragons plan too?

No, that couldn't be. Skree and Levian wouldn't do anything like that. Kira might make some interesting plan, but he was fairly certain she didn't want to hurt him…too much. Lyra was just strange but harmless. And they didn't have anything to gain from it either, what could they get out of ruining his schooling career in such a way? Eon shook his head, checking his phone clock. He had plenty of time to kill, so Eon opened up Angry Borbs on his phone. Once class let out, he would grab his stuff, then he needed to get to the rooftop. He and the dragons needed to have a chat.

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Levian and Skree had two more rounds before they were satisfied. After Skree had given Levian a good wing job, they moved onto a little oral play with Skree. After that, Skree had swallowed Levian's cock and let the dragon climax, the resulting puddle leaving Skree full and covered at the same time. They were laying atop each other, covered in dragon cream and content with the world, happy to snuggle each other as the sun traveled through the sky. There was a thud and Skree's ears perked up, listening for the newcomer. Levian seemed to be in a state of complete bliss and Skree did not want to ruin the afterglow for the big hybrid. It had been such a long time since Levian had looked this content.

“What are you two doing?"

Skree looked up. Kira was standing on the roof, panting heavily from her exercising. She was looking over Levian and Skree, then she rolled her eyes, “Lords above, I thought something had attacked Levian with the racket he was making. If I had known it was just you, I would have stayed on my rooftop."

Skree chuckled, moving off Levian's tail. His limp cock was still slipping back inside his slit, the sensation making him wince. He had been a little more eager than he should have been. Kira politely ignored it. Skree shook himself, flinging globs of sticky dragon seed around.

Kira came closer, ignoring the scent of Levian all over the rooftop, “so wyvern, how is he?"

Skree nodded, “He is good. Nice and tight on the inside and with some hefty cuuU… hey!"

Skree had to flap his wings and jump back as Kira swiped her tail at him. She fixed him with one eye, glaring him down. She was not in the mood for jokes. Skree let out a sigh, flapping and moving away from Levian, leaving the hybrid to lay there in a state of bliss.

Once they were a short distance away, Skree continued, “He isn't looking good. He never moved his claws from his chest, and I think he hit his wings on the ground a few times. He didn't act like he felt it at all. You said he almost used lightning on you the other day, right?"

Kira nodded. She had told Skree about the little incident when Skree came to her after Levian struck him. Skree shook his head, “He needs to bond with Eon before the end of today. I don't think he will make it through the night. Kira, your venom…does it do anything to boost the stamina of whomever it is injected into?"

Kira shook her head, “perhaps, but I've never tried that. I wouldn't know where to begin."

Skree did not say anything for a moment. After some thinking, he looked at Kira, “if you envenomate Eon, do you think it would work? He didn't seem immediately drained until you made it back to the apartment when he bonded with you and Lyra. Maybe he has a positive reaction to the venom?"

Kira shook her head, “Maybe. Our influence on him might have changed his physical body to take more strain than a normal human. After all, no one has ever bonded with more than two dragons back home."

Skree didn't say anything to that.

Kira continued, looking back at Levian, “and what will you do if he attacks me for using my venom?"

Skree looked back at Levian. He looked over the resting dragon for a long time, then he looked back at Kira, “simple. We convince Eon to take it willingly before he bonds with Levian."

Kira looked at him with interest, “go on…"

“how many drops in a cup do you think it would take?"

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Hope you all enjoyed~ I'll let this chapter sit for a bit so I can rest for a bit, as well as get ready for School: PT 2. Ch8 is going to be a fun one, Got some good things planned.

See y'all then~