In ties I willingly serve; Part 4

His blood was boiling, as his heart was pounding in his chest. The adrenaline in his body made him run faster than before. He's never done something like that in the heat of battle. Through the dark, he rushed to the barn where Thyna was dealing with two werewolves. They set their claws up on her. With ease she had broken free, though the two werewolves were in advantage. Within the shed, she could not move as free as she needed for a fair fight.

“THYNA!?" he shouted and launched himself towards the first wolf, with his sword ready to strike. Even though he was driven on by pure adrenaline and anger, the werewolf was faster than he was and dived away. His sword dug into the dirt below him. He swung his sword again, gracing the werewolf light in his flank. Damn, these things were fast. He did not want to know what would have happen if he was not prepared with his crossbow at home.

His sword play had disturbed the attacks of the werewolves, no longer able to attack the dragoness in sync. One moved towards Matthew, an attack that was stopped by Matthew's understanding of magic and use of blinding flashes of light to throw the werewolf off his guard. He did not care that he could not strike the werewolf, so long he bought enough time to make a stance.

“Love," There was pain in her voice; pain and anger. She took a few steps back, rearing herself up and reaching the complete hight of the stable. “duck!" She shouted, roaring powerfully. Matthew could feel the heat that was building like it was building in his own body. He dived under Thyna not to be burned by the heat of the flames she spewed out moments later. The fire pushed through the open door outside, scorching the earth and setting some of the straw on fire.

“You are going to burn down the whole stables." Matthew groaned at his dragon, watching the fire spread through the straw. The werewolves whined when the flames flicked along the side, filling the air with a strong scent of burning fur.

“It's not like we need it anymore."

“No but your stuff is still inside!" Matthew let his eyes fall on the various of chests containing all the dragon armour and ties.

Thyna let herself fall next to Matthew. Feeling her body, he jumped on her back with the help of a magic assisted push. Her whole body tensed when she turned around and swayed her tail across the ground sending the straw both burning and not, barrelling down on the werewolves. The tip of her tail hit one in the stomach and sent it flying out of the door. Most of the straw was now outside, spreading fire across the courtyard of the farmhouse.

Matthew could hear a pained cry of a werewolf, covered in the burning straws. He did not show mercy. They had attacked first, and they injured Thyna. Without thinking, he ran next to Thyna's, and used her head as a perk to leap from. He came down and swang his sword first into the burning body of the werewolf. Slowly he stood up, recovering from the impact of jumping from Thyna's head. He twisted his sword before pulling it out, even though the werewolf made no further sound.

“Matthew, lookout!" He could hear Thyna shout. The other werewolf was now barrelling down towards him, closing the distance between the two of them in mere seconds. In the split-second Matthew had, he made one choice, not die. Not now that he found love. He called up on his magic, and before he knew it, his eyes turned to draconic slits, and he could feel that fire once more building up his body, although this time it was not Thyna's fire he felt. It was his own, and with a blast he managed to spit fire from his own mouth. The magical purple fire leaped in the distance. The last werewolf could not stop in time, so its massive body stopped on a dime. The werewolf ran straight into the flesh melting heat of the magical fire. It roared out in pain and ran away, trying to find somewhere to extinguish the raging fire that was now his fur.

The werewolf did not go far, as he made its way towards the wall in Matthew's property. It managed to place one claw on the wall before succumbing to the fire. The scent of burning flesh lingered in the air.

It took a moment before Thyna recovered from her surprised gaze at her rider. Did he really do that?

“Matthew..." She said softly, stumbling with her left front leg in the air towards him. “did you just… Breathe fire?"

Being just as surprised as her, Matthew did not get the question at first. He looked over at her and he could only see her bleeding leg. She had received a large gash along her leg from one of the wolves. She was bleeding heavily, and Matthew jumped on her gear.

“Love." He said, for the first time out loud. Running back into the stables to fetch his medic-kit. Still running on adrenaline, he barely managed to get the kit out of the chest. Stumbling with the latches that kept the chest close. When he finally gotten back, Thyna had placed herself on her flank, licking the injured leg to clean it.

“Hold still." Matthew said and looked at her leg. Alright, it was a nasty one, but it did not damage her muscles too much. She should be fine with some stitches. “Take a deep breath, good and now another deep breath". He took some suture and a needle from his medic-kit. With a healthy dose of alcohol, he sterilized the needle before pushing it into the scales. It was a hard work to stitch a dragon up through her sturdy scales. He had to use some of his plies to get the needles through.

Thyna held up as much she could. She growled, spit fire and hissed whenever the needle got into her skin. She was growling in pain but kept her leg as still as she could. When the stitches were done, it was time for some clean cloth around her wound. It was not perfect, but it stopped the bleeding and kept the dirt out. Now bloody, sweaty and out of energy, Matthew collapsed onto Thyna's flank, slowly regaining his widths of what just happened.

Wait.

He just spit fire, right? Did he really do that? Slowly he looked up at Thyna who looked at him in concern. She was focused on something, something in his eyes. Slowly she brought her head closer to look at him. He could feel her hot breath washing over her face.

“Are you alright, Thyna?" he asked, more concerned about her wellbeing then his own.

“Your eyes… They are draconic."

Confused Matthew broke the gaze and looked down, using part of the polished blade of his sword as a mirror to look at his own face. He could see the pair of purple slitted eyes staring back at him. He was partially panicking, partially amazed. Did this mean he got closer to his dragon? Like those old wife tales about riders and dragons who could function as one? Was this an effect of the two of them being mated? Or just that they did not treat each other like trash?

“And you spat fire." Thyna added, laying her snout on his shoulder and looking at the reflection on his sword. She was watching the colour of his eyes matching her purple scales, like they were made for each other.

“…and I spit bloody fire." Matthew repeated, bursting into laughs, and letting the sword fall on his legs. “We have been attacked by werewolves and I spit bloody fire.“ He added in a joke “and for my next trick I will become a dragon."

“If you could do that…", Thyna hummed “It would solve an issue."

Matthew twisted his head aside and kissed her scaled cheek. “Which issue? Is being attacked by werewolves not enough? Or did you want something more exciting?"

Thyna shifted a bit uncomfortable. “It's not a discussion we're having now…" She simply said. “Once we are free, we can talk about it but now… now, we need a plan, at least."

Matthew laid himself back against her flank, pulling off his sword from his lap to allow her head to lay on it. Of course, she partially buried her nose into his groin, breathing in his scent to get some comfort.

“You are a damned horny dragon to be this excited after a fight." He chuckled after slowly stroking her head.

“It's my reward." Thyna answered, “Besides, the rush of battle always made me rather… needy."

“Well, I think I am going to take a rain check." but as soon as he said that, he felt her tongue pushing under his belt and slithering towards his groin. Her tongue tip flicked across the tip of his member, and then, she covered both with her wing.

“Thyna!" he gasped at the intrusion. “After battle? Dammit, you."

She hummed softly. “You don't have to mate me, love. Just let me service you as your reward."

Matthew took a sigh and pushed her head away. “Damned, you." he huffed and unhooked his belt and pulled his pants partially from his legs. Giving her a clear access to his groin. Happily, she moved back to lick and lap his member, letting it harden with her touches.

Her tail curled around so that the tip could tease her slit while she took the member tip into her mouth, receiving a groan from her rider. He placed a hand on her muzzle, while she laid onwards. It was a damn odd feeling to receive sexual pleasure just mere moments after battle, although he enjoyed it. She knew precisely how to make him hard and stiff with her touches.

She did not have to move her head to give him pleasure. Coiling her tongue around his shaft was enough for him. Drooling his precum up on her tongue while she gently worked him up in her hot wet mouth. While she pushed the tip of her tail inside of her needy vent. Dammit. If they were not in such a precarious situation, she would have sat on top of her rider and made him eat her out till she was sated. He would have to tie her down to prevent that, which was even better.

“Contain yourself." she told herself, while drowning in the intimate taste and smell of her rider. Her maw rumbling softly sent vibrations along his member to make him gasp slightly. His hand moved up to her head and gripped around her horns to pull her even closer to his groin. He humped slowly against her lips.

How much he just wanted to claim her here and now. He did not even know why she had such charm on him, but he just wanted more and more, even knowing what was going on. Softly he groaned, feeling his pleasure building and his seed leaking. Flooding Thyna's mind with his pleasure through their mental link. Her breath flushed against his belly, surrounding him in warmth.

He could feel the muscles of her belly shift and stir, while her own pleasure was growing. He enjoyed the feeling of her writhing and trying to contain her own orgasm while servicing him.

“Just let it go." He told her with a hum. While receiving a muffled roar around his member, she orgasmed almost on command. Although he was not done yet, in the afterglow of her orgasm she started to pick up the pace. He closed his eyes, drowned in the pleasure her maw was giving him. Although he did not see it, she was moving her wet and juiced up tail all over. Slowly it curled under his rear and poked around.

“Love, what are you…" he was cut off when the tip of her scaled tail pushed into his rear. Her juices made the penetration easy despite him not being prepared for it by the slightest. He pushes his hips up into her mouth while she pushes a bit deeper, using their shared emotions as guidance to see how far she could push him.

It hurt just a bit, but he felt a strange and unorthodox pleasure flooding from his asshole. He could feel the tip slithering in it, pushing against his sides and testing him out. With ease she found his buttons, pushing the tip against his prostate to edge him further. He could not contain himself anymore, releasing his seed into her maw.

When she finally pulled her tail out of him, she left him painting and coated with her saliva upfront, and juices at his hole.

“Dammit." he panted to her. “You, devious dragoness. I should keep you tied up."

“Promises, promises." she hummed towards him, putting her head back on her hips.

Softly he placed his hand on her head and scratched her head, out of energy he drifted off into sleep. Partially aroused and partially sated, in his dreams he was just dreaming about what he could try out with her, how far they were willing to go.

“Those damned wolves should have been back by now." Derek said in the office. They promised him to get evidence Derek and the others needed, and if it was true, they would execute them on sight but he didn't see them at all. And the sun was almost rising again. If Matthew and Thyna didn't return during the day, they would have been exposed.

“Look, we tried to talk to them through the crystals but nothing. They are not answering to us. We can only look what is going on in the morning." A voice called from a black hood. The figure was completely covered by his dark clothing.

Derek surged “I should have a look, I am their wingmate. They should not suspect anything. Although I don't know what that damned dragon of mine has done while he was away. He did steal a cow… but for some reason, I suspect him to have spilled something."

“Then perhaps you should go alone, not to alert them and catch them in the act."

Derek laughed but then leaned forwards a bit. “I suppose I should. I don't expect them to be around during the day, but at night. Well, at night, they might have dropped their guards to be caught in the act again."

The dark hooded figure extended his arm to give Derek a single amethyst gem. “Carry this with you, so we can hear everything through this. It would be enough evidence for us just to hear their voices."

Matthew yawed widely when waking up in the warm embrace of his dragon. He felt sticky from sweat, blood and juices. Though not well rested, his dreams had been a mess of what he hoped would be in the future and what he feared was in the future. At least two of them ended with Thyna getting killed and his stomach turned upside down just at the thought.

“Wakey, wakey." he tabbed Thyna on her snout to make her to move.

“No, please, not yet." She complained and moved her head from his lap so he could get out. “You go, I stay." She huffed, blowing up some smoke from her nostrils. Matthew laughed a bit and zipped up his pants. First, he needed a bath, not caring if it was a cold one. When he stepped outside the embrace of her warm wings, he saw the carnage that were the two wolves once.

“Dammit." he hissed under his breath, his hiss sounding almost draconic to the untrained eye.

“Thyna, I am going to shower. Those werewolves are too heavy for me to move. Could you hide them, at least?"

“Do I have to? We are going tomorrow."

“Yes, love. We don't want anyone to notice something is amiss yet. Just to be safe." He gave her head a soft rub and walked off to his house.

The day move slowly with the two of them packing. It was impossible to hide the battle damage from the barn and the werewolf in his house had to stay there. Most of the prying eyes would not see the werewolves, though. Hopefully it was enough to hide an extra day and perhaps a few extra to give them some room. The longer no one knew what was going on, the better.

Matthew spent the whole day packing things he wanted and needed. Thyna was complaining about the added weight of his gold. Surely, he would not need it living with the dragons, but Matthew countered that he wanted to at least buy a few things if they settle in another kingdom. It was enough wealth to perhaps buy a little farm far away from everything ,for the small pack of dragons.

“You want to be king of your own little dragon kingdom." Thyna joked

“Oh my dear." He laughed with her. “I could never be king of a dragon kingdom… not without you, my queen." He tried to get more comfortable with flirting with her out in the open, although part of him still felt strange flirting with a dragon.

“You have no use for a queen who is tied up all the time." Thyna hummed.

“Cripes, every time I think you could get worse, you prove me wrong."

“I am glad to keep you on your toes then."

Matthew shook his head and laughed softly, oh how he would enjoy ultimate freedom with her to be who he was. He did wonder how the other dragons would respond to this. Gyrt did not seem to mind. Was it because he had an eye on Thyna or just because dragons did not care, though?

“I hear a horse." Thyna suddenly said, raising her head up in the sky.

Matthew shot to his feet and looked at the travel cases he had prepared with his belongings and weapons. He grabbed a large piece of canvas and tossed it over the cases to hide them from view. Just in time, as a horse walked through the main gate to his farm.

“Fuck." Matthew thought when he saw Derek on the back of the horse. “…and why the hell didn't he come on Gyrt?"

“That means he knows." Thyna commented on his train of thoughts with an equal share of horror.

“Matthew!" Derek called out and got from his horse. That was a fake happy tone. Something was going on. Matthew just felt in in his guts. Derek must be linked with the werewolf attack.

Derek looked around, his eye fell on the canvas then at the damage. “It seems you had a fight. What is the matter?"

“Oh, Thyna did not want to go into her ties, she struggled." Matthew lied, hoping it was not as bad as the fake tone that Derek had.

“I would never." Thyna sounded indignant at his statement.

“Shush you."

“She was? Well, why she is not in ties now. Really you should punish your dragon more, else they will push you towards things you will regret like…" he walked towards the cloth and pulled it from the cases before Matthew could do anything. “…killing werewolves!" Derek called out before seeing what was under it.

The two humans looked at the cases for a moment, Matthew in horror, but he could still feel safe. And Derek full of unbelieve.

“What are you doing, these are not the werewolves!" Derek looked at the cases and opened one to see the armour and weapons in the case. “What the hell is going on? if I did not know better, I would say you are fleeing."

Matthew looked at Thyna, then he looked at Derek.

“He knows too much." Thyna warned him, letting a small growl escape her maw.

“So, did you send those werewolves to kill us? But why, your own wingmate!?" Matthew raised an angry tone with Derek. He did not even have to pretend. He was angry. Derek could have come to talk to him about this first. Sure, they did something wrong, but it was not punishable by death.

“Because my wingmate," Derek raised an accusing finger. “fucked his dragon. Hell, you properly fucked her many times by now, you beasts. “

“We should kill him! Just let me." Thyna growled deeply lowering her stance.

Derek continued with one eye on the dragon, a hand going towards his sword. “You don't seem surprised to hear me say it." He snorted “I expected as much, did that useless dragon of mine come to tell you? Tell me the truth."

He took a step back to his horse, still glaring and the two.

“If he runs, we are dead!" Thyna hissed again.

“We are not going to kill him! We are better than him." Matthew hissed back, looking intensely at Derek.

“Just tell me first. What are you planning to do about it? It's not like you can punish him even more than you already do." Matthew said to Derek taking a step forward, trying to close the distance between them.

“You really care about these dragons, don't you? Well, I suppose you do when you are fucking one of them. Gyrt is just another beast, and he broke the rules just like the two of you did. So, he bears the same guilt"

“Thyna. Knock him out but don't kill him!"

“But, wha…." Thyna protested, a bit too much bound up on murder to Matthew's liking.

“Just do it, I can tie him up, make sure we have time. But don't kill him. I will not have a death up on my consciousness."

Thyna hissed, not quite pleased with it and flung her tail. Derek was distracted by Matthew who suddenly dived to the ground to notice the tail hitting his arm. Bone cracked as the tail impacted, sending the rider flying away and against the wall. There he slumped like a sack of potatoes with his right arm bleeding and bent in a innatural angle.

“Bloody hell!" Matthew exclaimed. “I am not sure if you are trying to kill him or not."

He rushed to Derek to see how bad his condition was. Luckily, he was still breathing, although his arm was in bad shape. Matthew just hoped it would not get infected. The bleeding was still at minimum, not really patch worthy and his arm… Well, a healer would have taken care of that.

“I did not kill him. Serves him right. He attempted to kill us, and even Gyrt! We can't have him tell everyone and ruin our plans."

Matthew took a deep breath as she did have a point, but he wanted to talk with her later about this. A time where his plans did not start to fall apart. He tried to move unconscious Derek a bit, looking if he could place him a bit better and tie down his good arm with a rope. While trying to move him a purple gem fell out of his poked.

Matthew looked at the gem and saw the glyph up on it.

“Fuck, whoever is listening… might know we plan something." He took the gem between a piece of cloth and flung it as far as he could. “We have to go tonight, or we'll never leave."

He could feel Thyna was pissed about leaving him alive, but he was not having it. Besides, they had to pack everything on her back and fly to get Gyrt, hoping not to be flying toward a trap. If so, they could not risk Gyrt's life, as he risked his own for them. It was their duty to pay him back. Hopefully they had enough time. With their mental communication, Matthew doubted whoever was listening in could hear enough to know what they are planning.

Slowly Matthew strapped the three full cases up to Thyna's back. She was going to complain how it would slow her down. The saddle, though for some reason, when he pressed, she did not want to let go of that case containing all her not needed stable gears to keep her tied down.

“Then, don't complain." Matthew huffed. “At least, I need this stuff to barely survive."

By the time they were done, the night was already setting in. Matthew looked one last time at the farm. Watching what he created over his years of being a pilot and leaving it all behind. Then, he looked at Thyna under him, shifting patiently from side to side. He was leaving everything he knew behind… for her. And he did not even feel sorry for that decision.

“I am ready." He finally said, feeling how Thyna instantly tensed all her muscles and jumped up into the cool night sky. That night was as good as any other night to flee from their oppressors.

Gyrt was moving uncomfortable in his ties, as he had received his full portion of food. Something he did not expect to get. Although his rider was not nearby, he did not even walk in to chastise him. He did leave a good enough impression up on the stable boys that they did not dare to get close to him. Instead, they used a long stick to push his meal towards him. He grimaced in the thought that he could instil so much fear into them even bound.

“Do you really have to scare them like that, Gyrt?" Eny called to him, watching the reactions of the stable boys herself.

“I enjoy that they fear me, while being chained up. Shows them right. They have to respect a dragon."

“That freedom thing is really getting into you, uhm?" Eny chuckled, sounding amused by the whole idea. She let her head over the dividing wall between their stables, looking down at the tied dragon.

“Well what else? I am tied up and can't move at all. My wings have been held still for an entire day, I hope, I can fly when they free me or stumble just a little bit." Gyrt did sound a bit worried, though Eny just gave another chuckle.

“Well, you did that to yourself, and you are not still working with them to be just a little bit more comfortable."

Gyrt gave a soft snort. “What did your love say by the way about our little plan to escape?"

Well, that made Eny quit teasing him for a moment. She turned her head away to look towards the stable where Orra was located. “She said yes, but Gyrt. Are you sure those two can do what they promised you? Else we are in a whole new world of trouble, and I don't want to lose her now."

“I am sure of it. Look tomorrow…" Gyrt was cut off by the sound of wingbeat of a dragon. “who could that be?"

Soon enough his question was answered by Matthew running into his stable with a knife in his hand. He immediately started to cut the bounds that hold Gyrt down.

“We are leaving, now." Matthew hissed between his teeth. Cutting one tie after the other. “So who is coming with us?"

“Orra and Eny. We still have to ask Orvay."

“Then, do it now, Gyrt. We don't have much time anymore."

Eny gazed at the little human and hissed to him “Just be quite you, we don't have to wake up every dragon here."

Matthew looked up at the dragoness for a moment but soon enough continued cutting into the ties that hold Gyrt down. “I will do you after Gyrt, then Orra."

“Then I will warn her that a human reeking of dragon sex will touch her." Eny let out a snide at him. “Also Gyrt, it's now or never, and you should ask Orvay."

Gyrt felt a pit in his stomach forming, slowly he pushed himself mentally out to Orvay. “Hey Orvay, wake up." he tried to mentally port her awake.

“Uhmm, Gyrt… Do you know how late it is? Why are you bothering me?" came the slow mental voice of Orvay. She sounded a fair bit older than him when she was tired and sleepy, despites her being just a few years young and still without eggs so far.

“We are leaving tonight; do you want to come?" Gyrt said without much ceremony.

“Leaving? A mission?" Orvay slowly woken up, raising her head. “Is that why I heard a dragon landing?"

“No." Gyrt said firmly. “We are leaving, for good. No riders, well, apart from Matthew."

Suddenly Orvay was wide awake, no riders? Not ever but what about her rider. This was treason! But they trust her enough, did they really think she would betray her rider, her rider who was only in her stables to punish her even more for some slight misjudgement of a manoeuvre.

“You mean… without our riders?" she asked, slow to grasp her head around the whole idea.

“Yes! Forever, away from everyone. If you want to come, this is your last and only chance." Then Gyrt added something, he felt a little bit guilty about doing. “Look your rider will force you to get eggs next cycle. I doubt your rider would let you choose at all. You can stay here and be a slave or come with us and well perhaps… we could work something out ourselves."

While Gyrt felt guilty about partially emotionally blackmailing her, it did have the desired effect. And it was not like it was a lied by far, they just did not have a great deal of time. And Matthew was working fast. He cut off the last bound and moved to Eny's stables, who growled a bit when Matthew came close.

“Nothing personal, but you are the first human who is nice to a dragon… Perhaps even a little bit too nice." She said in her defence. If that insulted Matthew, he did not let them know, as he was working through the ties with determination. Luckily, Gyrt was the only one fully bound and the other three dragons where quick to get loose.

“What the hell is going on?" A heavy male dragon said, opening his eye while the dragons were making their way out of the stable. “Why are you at loose? No riders? What are you planning an escape?" The dragon raised his head above the stable door, its black scales made him nearly invisible in the night. The sniffed the air “And with that dragon fucker of a human? I should have known when I smelled dragon heat and human insecurity entering the stable."

He let out a thunderous roar, shaking the stables and waking up anyone nearby.

Fuck.

Matthew ran towards Thyna and with the help of her, he jumped on the saddle, taking to the sky followed by the four other dragons.

“Now, where to go?" Thyna asked.

“Freedom" Matthew replied. “Fly towards the mountains of despair, it's far enough from everyone so no rider will follow."

Thyna banked inlands, beating her wings while the houses below them in the city started to light up. Well, there goes their sneaky escape now they must fly, fly for their lives or be killed.