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How a dragon trains you

Part 4 – Contempt

“What on earth is that?!” I heard a voice yell somewhere in the dining area behind me. I turned around to look over my shoulder as I was pacing up the stairs and spotted a rather old man stand directly by the window, peering through it with slightly screwed up eyes.

“What the hell do you mean?” I heard another voice slackly inquire, sounding somewhere from an area that wasn’t visible from the staircase.

“This…” the man leaned closer to the window “This black thing over there…”

“That’s a horse ya twit” the voice came from the same place as before.

“No no, it’s… bigger than that”

“Is it a black bear?!” another voice echoed.

“Bigger.”

At first, I thought nothing by it and was about to carry on, but then the realization hit me. How could I forget?! The dragon! It must have come after me! Must be because I’m taking so long… I couldn’t let them spot it, I had to do something!

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

Nnnnrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......

I suddenly sprung up, my patience fizzed away after twenty boring minutes of scratching at the floor and swatting at bugs. I trot in the same direction, growling a little and huffing. I slowed a little as I saw the giant structure.. and I stop for a moment as I come upon the back of the inn where the human fed me.

...

I smile a little to myself.. but after a few seconds, I get up and go to a window at the far most back corner, I look inside and a man leaning against it notices me and jerks, wide-eyed. I look at him and liiiiick the window, proceeding to quickly run off and fly, curving upward and landing on the roof. The wood creaks under me as I walk slowly across the top and curl up at the center, though it's not terribly obvious and could also have been someone getting out of bed.. maybe..

I lay my head down and spread my wings open, laying them against the singles and basking. Mmmmmmm. I just wait for the human. I have no idea or plan or anything. I just like to see him.

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

I paced toward one of the tables, picked up an iron tray… and not knowing anything better to do I let it fall to the ground, making a crashing noise so loud that it made even me flinch. The heads of everybody inside quickly flipped around and the surprised glares flung toward me.

“..Oh! Silly me!” I giggled nervously, picking the tray back up and putting it back onto the table.

I bit my lip and my eyes widened as I watched the man at the window turn back towards it.

“Hmpf. Now it’s gone”

I sighed in relief, as the man was immediately bound into other conversations and discussions claiming that that what he saw was nothing but his drunk mind playing trick on him...

That… was close. I probably just avoided this whole place from being burned down by one dropped cup. Beginning to calm down I realized how heavy my breaths and how fast my pulse had become.

“A fool if there ever was one” I heard someone badmouth as soon as I turned my back to the dining area.

I hurried up the stairs again, this time even faster. Still feeling the fright, I got past the many doors, some of them being open, and quickly drew back into my room. I heard a rather loud creak coming from one of the rooms as I got past, but I didn’t mind. One quick look into my knapsack and I already whipped it over my shoulders. As I was in the doorway, about to leave this place for good, I took one last look into the room, checking if I left anything behind… The room seemed just like it was when I got here, except the mess on the bed which unfortunately was still visible. As I saw the spots it made leave just faster.

Rummaging the room key out of my pocket I was already on my way down the stairs and headed to the counter.

I froze as I suddenly spotted a small crowd, including the inn lady, standing in front of another guy who was holding something in his hands which took me a while to figure out what it was… it was a helmet! It was severely battered and nearly entirely covered in dried blood.

“Maybe this belongs to this George guy who went missing” I heard the man say midst the mostly ineligible buzzing of the heated conversations the group were having.

She eventually unwillingly took the helmet into her hands and looked at it shook. Everyone went silent.

“I… need to speak to somebody” she mumbled.

My eyes shot wide and before anyone noticed me stand there I nearly sprinted up the stairs, just moments before the inn lady turned around and was on her way to my room and confront me.

I slam shut the door behind me and tightly leaned myself against it, being as quiet as possible from now on. I winced as I heard the familiar sounding footsteps approach… no, not just one pair of footsteps, it sounded like the entire group came to confront me! Lying about someone’s death is one of the most immoral things to do in this society. And now I’m on.

Quick! Think of something! My head shouted.

I rammed the key into the keyhole, almost missing with my trembly and sweaty hand, and turned the key as fast as I could. Just moments after that I spotted the door handle being pressed down from the other side, disappointingly letting go. Then there was a knock.

“Perhaps he has already left to carrying on his travels?” I heard a muffled voice ask.

“No, I neither haven’t seen him go through the door, nor has he left the room key on the counter.”

The inn lady had an infuriated tone in her voice. Oh boy… she seemed pissed. I messed up….

“The liar is in there. I know it.”

The door handle was aggressively rattling again.

“This son of a- He’s hiding in there! He’s locked himself in! When I get him…”

“Hold on! Let me get a spare key.”

One of the pair of footsteps faded away downstairs.

“What did he do?” I heard another voice ask.

“He lied about this George guy’s death and almost got us the ale banned. He’ll get some when we fetch him.”

I spent some time standing there and glaring around the room, panting heavily, listening to the conversation the people outside were having. I need to do something! I need to get out of here!

But there was no way, I was stuck… unless… the window!

I released myself from the door and nearly jumped toward the tinted window. I checked every inch and corner for a possible way to open it… until I found another keyhole. Dammit! I thought to myself. If only I could…

I spotted some swords decoratively hung up the wall. I pried one loose and rammed the tip into the small gap between the wall and the window, pressing down on the handle and trying to break the window open. I pressed and pushed and even leaned myself against the length entirely. After a few creaks the window frame swung open. Me, the sword and some small metal object from the broken lock mechanism hit the ground, each making a rather loud banging noise.

“What- What’s he doing in there?!” I heard another muffled voice exclaim.

Despite knowing that the people outside heard those noises I pushed myself up quietly and without any hesitation stepped one foot onto the bottom side of the windows hole, reached through with my arms holding onto the outside-walls on either side and proceeded with leaning forward and bringing my head and upper body through. My gaze was focused onto the ground beneath and to the sides, looking if there was any opportunity to-

I jerked back a little as I bumped into something with my face. At first I figured it was some part of the house, which would’ve been pretty odd, but as I checked I immediately recognized what it was.

The... dragon! It was right there! But what on earth was it doing here, on the inn’s roof? How did it get there? How did anyone not notice a living and large dragon come here?!

But I didn’t have a lot of time to think, as I suddenly heard the inn lady come back. “Out of my way!” she yelled at the small crowd in front of my door.

I hastily stepped out the window again. Neither on the outside walls, nor on the ground there was anything that could help me get down safely... I had no other choice. The dragon already helped me once...

Concentrating on keeping balance I slowly turned around, still standing on the windows sill, and tried to get a steady grip on the roof, but with the only grip I could get, I’d slip and fall as soon as my feet left their place. So I stretched an arm and held my hand towards the dragon, gesturing it that it should pull me up.

The keyhole of the door suddenly started rattling... she’s unlocking it! She’s almost there!

I nervously wiggled around with my hand a little, trying to show the urgency...

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

My ears perked when I heard lots of footsteps, many more than usual.. and then a loud, strange clanking nose. I get up and tuck my wings, walking over to the noise, I poke my head down and smell my human.. hrr? I peek my head down right into the window and actually bump noses with him, not expecting him to come out or anything.

It was my human! What's happening? He looked nervous. The moment he reached out, I took his arm and lifted him easily on the roof next to me. I gave a questioning "mrr?" and stood up.

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

The strong paws grasped me and pulled me up over the edge and onto the top side with ease. Tightly holding onto the roof top and one of the dragon’s foreleg I heard the door being rapidly swung open as soon as my feet got a steady hold, the loud crashing sound making me wince. The lady noisily rushed toward the still opened window.

I checked… and while leaning over and peering down to the window I noticed something shiny laying on the ground one story beneath it. It was the room key! I must have dropped it, it must have fallen out my pocket!

Suddenly spotting the top of the lady’s head peek through the window I flinched and quickly pulled back, actually losing balance and falling over into a sitting position.

“This son of a… he’s outside! He went through the window!” she yelled, most likely having seen the key and figuring I’ve jumped out.

A loud herd of fast and heavy footsteps sounded through the wooden planks and logs, making nearly the whole inn shake. It took me a couple moments to realize where they were headed all of a sudden…

They are headed outside! With us being on the roof… it’ll be just a matter of time till they spot us up here! I leaned over to the sides again, seeking any fast and safe way to get down to the ground and run away before they would be all over the place. But every wall I carefully looked over was nothing but a steep two-story fall.

I sat back down… looks like I’m stuck here. /We’re/ stuck here. Seems like all we could do now was… wait it out, lay low and hope they don’t get into an angle in which me and the big black thing would be in somebody’s range of view. And if they find out that there’s a dragon-

Of course, how could I forget! It’s a dragon! It can fly! I flipped around staring at the dragon’s powerful wings… but as I looked its body over I realized that… being carried into the air would be a rather scary experience… the heights of climbing trees already give me the creeps! Perhaps there’s another way-

I heard the front door being aggressively opened, the ambience of leaves rustling and breezes rushing past our ears being contaminated by angry shouting and complaining, the footsteps spreading into all directions.

There was no choice. I looked at the dragon again, who still was giving me a questioning look. I pondered for a few seconds… how could I gesture that I want to…

I stood up, my arms constantly held out to keep my balance, and got closer to the dragon until I could touch it and lowering my arms again, now being in a steady stance.

After holding my hand up to make sure I would have the dragon’s attention I pointed towards its forelegs, at me and then with a hesitating and shaky hand into the sky…

The worriedness contorted my face… the people were swerving out… and if the dragon would find out that they’re hostile… that’d be a blood bath! I can’t be responsible for more deaths! We need to get out of here! I stared at the dragon with wide concerned eyes, impatiently waiting for a reaction…

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

The moment I hear the yelling and all the footsteps and commotion, I knew what was up. And it was only more solidified by the human's worried look. They found out. But none of them have seen me. Did they think it was my human that killed him? I tilted my head and rurred questioningly at him. Only met with more worried looks and now.. gestures of some sort, I knew he was in trouble. He wants to.. air? Sky? .. OH! He wants to fly! I looked back at him, then at the noise of the people barging out the front door and running out the sides, already too late to run without them seeing. I instead hunker down flat as I can against the roof. The images of me killing the man started playing through my head on a loop. It wasn't this human's fault, it was mine! Mine mine mine! Damnit! I'm sorry!

The whole group had run off except for a few stragglers who stayed behind to look for you around the inn. Just before they had all disappeared, my ears perked at shouting.

"AY! WHAT THE-"

"GUYS! THE ROOF! THE HELL IS THAT!"

I lay there as flat as I could, but my color betrayed me. Black against the bright blue sky, there was no hiding. The more I thought about what I did, the more sick to my stomach I became. I hadn't even thought twice about it at the time.. but now.. everything was crashing in. I looked at the man beside me. I had killed someone just like him. We could have been friends too under different circumstances.. No no. Not anymore. I can't take this anymore. As the crowd gathered around, rocks started flying. The moment one landed beside me, I got up and roared out! I spread my wings and jumped down, leaving my human up there. I came down with a flap and landed with a huge thud. Everybody was stunned.

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

Just as I finished my attempt of gesturing the dragon to take us away and flee I heard the front door fly open so fiercely it sounded like it was kicked in. We both winced a little and lay flat on the roof, paranoidly looking around us.

The crowd gathered around the house and already the first ones who were distant enough that we were in their view field appeared at the back of the inn, the same side the window was through which I’ve left. Some stride through the bushes, some stayed and inspected every barrel…

As soon as I saw them, I swung over to the other side of the peaked roof in fear of being spotted, only reaching out over the very top with the top half of my head which barely allowed my eyes to see what was going on down there. But the dragon… wasn’t fast enough. I heard somebody shouting something like “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT” and I sunk myself a little deeper, entirely disappearing behind the peaked form of the roof for a very short moment so they wouldn’t see me too...

Suddenly the dragon took off, not headed for the sky but headed for the ground where the people were…

What was it doing?! O- oh shit!

For one moment I thought the dragon recognized the hostility and would… do the same things to all of them as it did to George. My trembly hands clasping the edgy top of the roof I hastily pulled myself up until my head reached over it, watching what the dragon was doing…

The entire crowd gasped and there was a worried buzz as everybody started to back away, forming some sort of semicircle around the dragon, the inn with me on top to its back. I felt a little relieved as I saw that it wasn’t attacking and about to kill everybody. But then the confusion and apprehension took away the short moment of ease. The dragon just… stood there, having that same body stance it had when it was approaching me, trying to not scare me off. The head lowered… the ears flat…

“You!” I heard the voice of the inn lady yell from somewhere behind the line of people. “You killed him, you killed George! You son of a-”

She pushed and elbowed a few men out of her way and suddenly threw something clingy at the dragon.

My eyes widened and for one second as I worried that she would have provoked an attack.

“Did she just throw her god damn key ring!?” I heard someone mumble, and I silently agreed to the surprise. Man… she was pissed! She was crazy! To throw something at a dragon!?

She even set off to approach the dragon but the men in the front row grabbed her by the shoulder and blocked her path by standing themselves in front of her, pushing and pulling her back into the crowd. The lady’s raging protesting and struggling almost overwhelmed them, but luckily, she didn’t get anywhere near the maw… Luckily, she stopped resisting once she was back amidst the people. But the crowd got wilder, encouraged to act by the turmoil the lady arose.

Some were smart and left the danger zone. But some were brave, or just plain stupid, enough to enclose to the dragon, some backing away to the sides and cornering it in.

I flinched as I spotted that one guy at the front had a sword with him.

It took me a while to properly make it out… it was a long sword. Iron. Looked old, dirty, fragile and somewhat rusty. Wait a minute… wasn’t that the same sword I used to pry the window open!? The bootleg decorative sword? This madman took it with him! Didn’t this guy chase after me with that thing at first? Damn, what’s with these people!?

I at first was worried that now the dragon would start to fight, since it’s being confronted with a deadly weapon, or at least a replica of it. But there still wasn’t anything worth worrying about though, until this crazy bastard began to poke the tip at its head.

God damn, does he want to die!? I thought to myself, watching more and more people close in, some of them starting to reach for the ground and pick up a handful of rocks… This whole thing was about to get real…

The voices said something to each other, and being rather far away I was only able to make out a few fragments of the messages they were giving.

“…should kill it where it stands…”

“…otherwise it will continue everybody…”

“…come on!”

The begin of chaos was announced by the first stone flying, bouncing off the hide. In just a few seconds rocks where thrown and spread into all directions, some picked up and thrown again. Some of the people were so eager and mindlessly enraged that they didn’t bother to watch the backstop and sometimes almost hit each other on the opposite sides and I even heard a window of the inn shatter.

Those idiots! Can’t they see that the dragon is submitting?!

The people who were sane and wanted nothing to do with this have gone entirely by now. Only the wild ones of the crowd were left, constantly picking up rocks and throwing, the man with the sword still standing there right in front of the dragon, ready to engage... once the dragon would actually fight back.

My entire body tensed up in suspension… it’s just a matter of time until they will have pushed it over the fucking line…

Some of the shady looking guys reached into their pockets and jackets and pulled out various sharp objects, mostly knives and daggers, and began to charge. As soon as the first arm stretched and struck forward the dragon got to its legs and stand up, looming over the crowd and making some of the other knifers cancel their approach and some of the rock throwers leave the scene too. I sunk a little lower behind the roof’s edge… now it’s on…

The guy up front with the sword decided to swing at the dragon, hitting it by the ear as soon as the big black body got down. I flinched a little and for a moment- No, I don’t want to see this!

I had sunk down behind the edge so far that I couldn’t see exactly what the dragon did, but as I looked again, that same guy was beneath the dragon’s paw suddenly… The dragon, however, didn’t do anything else to him… as if it didn’t want to hurt him, and it probably already felt like it went to far with that move.

The crowd’s nature was hesitant and unsure. Some more left, but most of the aggressors stayed constantly switching between charging an attack and backing off again. They knew -we all knew- the fight was really on now.

The man was still trapped between the dragon’s grasp. As soon as one of the knifers actually saw an opportunity of inattention and completed its approach, arm stuck forward and the blade sticking to its hilt, the chaos continued. More guys charged with knives, not backing off this time as they usually did, making the dragon let go. The man who has been slammed to the ground was quickly grabbed by another guy, arms wrapped around the upper body and under the shoulder, pulling him out of the battle scene.

I only saw the dragon shake off the attackers and savagely kick one away with one of its hindlegs and turn around, preparing to swat at everybody with its tail, before I lowered myself behind the roof again, not wanting to see things escalate totally…

I heard a little shouting, screaming, thumping and the sharp sound of small blades hitting the ground. After the turmoil quieted down a little I dared to look again…

They were all laying on the floor, most of them beginning to stand up again, the pain making them struggle to do so and holding their limbs which have been hit, except one guy, one of the dagger people, who was rolling around on the floor covering his bleeding nose and mouth with his hands, the blood still forming small pools.

But, there suddenly was another guy, the decorative-sword man, who was approaching the spot again...

I was so distracted that I hardly noticed that the dragon was in fact gone. I leaned out a bit and checked where it was… as suddenly its heavy body landed back on the roof, crashing down right next to me and making the entire inn shake and cause me to almost lose grip.

The forelegs quickly reaching forward, the dragon grabbed me, pushed me tight to its chest, and quickly took off again, the wings flapping furiously until we were so high I couldn’t even make out the very tree tops… I had no idea if the people have seen me or not. I didn’t dare to look down to the ground of which I only could guess how many feet away it was, so I was strictly forcing myself to face the hide of the upper body. I tightly held onto the basis of the forelegs, the adrenaline of heights and seemingly freefalling making my heart race…

…

We were lowering! I figured because I kept having the feeling that we were dropping down which was scarily familiar to the sensation of freefalling, the brief shock moments each time interrupted by a new flap of the wings. My hands felt sore from having tightly clasped the dragon’s forelegs so long. I knew, or at least hoped, that if letting go the forelegs would keep me in place anyway, but I still couldn’t let go. I just couldn’t, I didn’t dare to. My instincts were telling me that I was going to slip out and hit the ground if it weren’t for my clinging. I knew it was false, but I couldn’t overwhelm.

The wings of the dragon spread widely, making us travel with significantly lower speed and glide across the sky… Being so close to the build I noticed that the dragon was still panting, seeming exhausted and defeated… and somehow scared.

It must be seeking for a place to land. Oh, finally this was almost over! I couldn’t take much more of being in the air. It wasn’t like I didn’t trust the dragon with carrying me through the sky, more the fact that I was extremely scared of heights, keeping any imaginations of how far above the ground I was at the moment out my mind, as just the mere thought frightened me.

We were gliding peacefully through the air… but as I dared to peek down and turned my head just a little bit I immediately spotted how way up high we were and quickly flipped it back again, my heart skipping a beat. I was facing the dragon again, watching the chest into which I was pressed rise and fall and the big head with the beautifully green-yellow big eyes staring and focusing straight ahead.

I spotted the treetops creep into my view field, despite having my head turned away. I dug and hid my face in the hide, pressing it in and closing my eyes for some moments, whimpering a little in fear… I don’t want to see any of this…

We kept descending and gradually more and more tree tops reached our lowering altitude. Just as I winced, thinking that by how many trees we’re surrounded by now it’s nearly impossible to not crash into a trunk considering the dragon’s size, the green covers and canopies suddenly disappeared entirely, water surrounded by high grass suddenly taking place around us.

The speed was decreasing in drastic rates, as if the dragon was breaking. I held on a lot tighter as I suddenly felt my body slightly slip amidst the dragon’s forelegs wrapped around me. We were slowing down and descending until the dragon flapped fiercely for a second, stopping us entirely and we weren’t proceeding forward at all.

I was closer to the ground I expected to be. As I felt the forelegs let go I brief sensation of panic rushed through my body, but turning my head to look down I saw the gravel of the floor only being about a foot away. I still rather unwillingly let go of the forelegs of the flapping dragon.

My back hit the gravel with a small thump, still hurting a little. The moment I was down the dragon rushed forward and I sat there, staring after it. It flew on with high speed, gliding toward the widest and deepest seeming part of the river and suddenly dipped straight down, slamming into the water making a splash meters high and waves which even, although having shrunken into small forms, eventually arrived me.

I was curious and held a hand into the water, and quickly pulled back as I felt an aggressive frigidness bite my skin. The water was cold as hell! I looked back to the dragon, noticing how tensed up its body was. Even with a thick hide one seemed to have trouble with the coldness… but perhaps it’d numb and chill all those wounds a little. The wounds of knives and dagger must still hurt. The moment you get stabbed you feel nearly nothing from it because of the adrenaline rush, but some time afterwards once it depletes… the spot begins to ache, and the mark becomes a deep and constantly intense pain. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel like having multiple of those all over your body… it must be horrible for the dragon.

It eventually came swimming back, shoring not far away from me and trotting past me upstream before walking back in, dipping its entire head below surface for a second to chill another ripping wound at its ear. It submerged underneath the water’s surface and all I could see is a black blurry thing gradually flowing forward downstream, carried by the current.

After having a decent and relaxing time in the water, the dragon eventually stepped out again, shivering on its whole body as it approached me, figuring that it would be the chilliness which made it do that. The dragon didn’t walk very far before it suddenly started to reach back with its head to… a dagger, still caught in its hide.

“Hnnrrrr” the dragon complained.

My eyes widened a little as I spotted the handle and hilt… how did that happen? How does one manage to get a dagger stuck? But I didn’t have time to admire… as I watched the dragon attempts of somehow reaching the dagger and pulling it out fail, I decided… I ought to get it out of there myself. There was no other way. Now or never.

I approached and placed a hand on the wooden handle. The dragon froze, and the already its large eyes spread even wider as soon as my hand stretched out. It stayed completely silent… which made me nervous, causing a suspenseful moment of hesitation. It knew how bad it was going to hurt. I could only imagine.

The dragon was constantly growling lowly, despite its efforts to hold it back meaning not to scare me… but the dragon was so scared itself, there was no way it could suppress it.

As I placed both hands on the handle and got a steady stance the growling got louder and the eyes shut.

I lean back… and PULLED with all my might.

“RRUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Me and the blood covered dagger dropped to the ground, dropping so hard that breaking the fall hurt the heels of my hands, scratching the skin and soiling it. The dragon bolted off roaring and yelping, sprinting so hard the hindpaws threw up little beads sending them my way, partly striking me by the face. It seemed like… the pain was far worse than the dragon had expected. Once it was deep enough it withered around in the water, as if panicking. In the water it could flail around all it wanted without getting itself hurt, or get me hurt.

The scene the dragon was making intimidated me and I just sat there, frozen… not even bothering to wipe the gravel off my face. The freezing water didn’t show to have any efficient impact. The dragon was still rolling and whipping around in pain for a long time…until it eventually swam back ashore and ran around instead, darting back and forth like crazy for a couple seconds. Then it seemed like the ache was easing and it finally began to calm down, stopping the wild dashing, now walking to the beginning of the surrounding forest’s tree line and letting itself drop, leaning down against one of the trunks, having its legs resting on the ground similar to a sitting position and having its eyes closed. The dragon started sort of... crying. But it wasn’t like any crying like I’ve seen before. There weren’t any tears. Just a… shattering dead silence with only a few choking-like noises escaping the dragon’s throat… amidst the whimpering…

I still was a little horrified, staying frozen for another while. I just glared over to the dragon, my whole face contorted in worry… damn… I couldn’t imagine how much that must have hurt. The worst pain I’ve only gotten to experience so far was a steel mace rolling down from a table and hitting me by the toes, but that was nothing compared to that...

I stepped closer. I didn’t know what to do, it’s not like I could ease the pain somehow.

Being nearer I spotted that my rather rough extraction has even exposed of what’s beneath the hide, leaving a gross sight. Oh shit… what have I done. Was there a way to treat those wounds? If only I would have packed some bandages... Oh wait! Maybe I can improvise something…

Still slowly stepping forward and approaching, I let a strap from my knapsack slip off one shoulder and pulled the opening to my front, rummaging inside of it.

Dammit, the only thing that could be somehow large enough to be wrapped around something was this jacket I picked up at the inn… oh right! I also picked up this scarf, I hardly noticed that I was still wearing it. It should do, it should be wide enough…

I lifted and pulled the scarf over my head, unwrapping it while doing so, still gradually closing in. I located the ends of the scarf and held them from hand to hand in front of me. I spread my arms out as long as I could, and the scarf still wasn’t stretched…

Yeah, this thing is long enough, I thought to myself. I would have to wrap it around the upper body of the dragon so it wouldn’t slip off… I positioned myself in front of the sitting dragon, facing its chest and belly. I spread the scarf and moved my arms toward the build, one arm reaching above and the other reaching under it. I tossed the top end of to the other side of the torso, crouching down and grabbing the end by the threads and pulling it toward me. The paws reached down and blocked off my hands a couple times, fighting a little bit and pushing away my advances, probably just… terrified of more pain. Now where I think about it, it might be that the cloth being pressed down onto the open wound burned a little. But that should go away quickly.

Eventually the minor resisting stopped, and I could finish wrapping the scarf around, pulling it tight and tying the ends together into a knot… my glare wandered downward, directly to the area between its hindlegs… my face flushed hot as I spotted the slit and my hands almost entirely stopped moving. I sat there, entirely frozen for a while… all the fun things the slit was keeping hidden… kind of amazing how little signs there were… No, not now! Dammit Mervyn! Have some self-control! I winced a little as I got back to myself and quickly finished the knot. Once I was done I stepped back and looked my work over. I smug smiled to myself a little. That’ll do. And the dragon really didn’t look bad with the dark green cloth around its chest and back!

I eventually stepped up to the front to see by its face how it was feeling. Checking if the pain was gone now… if everything was alright again.

The dragon quickly noticed me and looked me up and down, the grief visibly plastered all over its face. It suddenly growled at me a little… as if asking why I was still doing this. Why I didn’t bash down on it like all the other… humans…

It made me wonder… was there something I didn’t know about this dragon? Something about its past I didn’t know, but should know? Goes to show that there is more to this seemingly wild beast than one might initially think… there must be a reason for this type of behavior. Why it didn’t fight back unless the attacks became life threatening… something like that takes a heavy heart, which only regret could make.

I noticed that I made the knot so sloppy it was already loosening, meaning it would uncover this grotesque wound again! Looking down and then back up to the dragon’s eyes I quickly reassured if it was okay with me doing that. Then I crouched down again, moving under the-

I flinched and tripped backward as the maw of the dragon suddenly barked at me and I heard the teeth threateningly snap. I fell to the ground. The fear came back for a moment… but then I thought… would it really do that? Would it still hurt me?

I lay there, glaring back up to the dragon with a surprised look on my little eyes. But the dragon’s eyes… didn’t look infuriated, how I would have expected it. They were rather… sad. The mixed signals reflected its mixed emotions.

After it seemed like it was done being angry with me, it huffed and made those whimpering noises again, staring at me with a gaze that was crying for help. Still feeling frightened I only slowly stood my legs up and got to my feet again…

I knew that look, the dragon had. It was the same it had after it saved me when I followed up the tree… it was the same as I had when I spotted the blood on its maw…

I didn’t have to step forward a lot, then the dragon’s head was already right in front and a little above me. I stretched my arms and let my hands slide over the hide. As they met at the back of the head I leaned forward, hugging the dragon like I did the last time. It reached out for the back of my hands and held them as they wrapped around, rubbing them carefully and softly… being that close I could literally feel the dragon whine… the vibrations of the low voice traveled to my body and with my head which was directly by the chest I could hear the shivery and deep breathing. I observed it becoming slower… and calmer, all while I was doing nothing but staying in my stance, eventually pressing my arms and myself in a little tighter. I eventually started moving hands around, petting the hide, feeling a little calmer myself...

“..ruh..”

It’s like it spoke to me again. Accepting the petting and feeling loved, it closed its eyes…

The emotion started to get to me too. Those people… no wonder the dragon was so aggressive toward me when it saw me roam around its forest. And George… judging by his attitude it was no miracle that he’s died, the cruel that may sound…

“I-I’m sorry for what those people did to you… I don’t know what the hell is wrong with them…” I mumbled. Again, I didn’t know if the dragon could understand what I was saying.

“I can promise you, not every human is like that. Take it from me” I added, patting the dragon’s hide with one hand.

It just breathed softly, seeming like it found my words comforting. Did it understand them? Or was it just the small but still present vibration of my voice… or the rubbing of my hands…

While we stayed there, hugging and petting each other for a long time, I had to repeatedly suppress those fantasies… what I saw when I was beneath the dragon… This went on until the head lifted a little and looked at me, the eyes turned all the way down to me.

I pulled back and looked down to the knot, which wasn’t even a knot by now but just loose ends, again. Perhaps now it would let me fix it.

I crouched down, constantly looking up to the dragon to see if it was mad or anything. It made no moves to stop me. All I hardly noticed what that the breathing got a little more intense, but that was really it.

Still being significantly more careful and hesitant, I hunkered downward a bit more and reached toward the ends which have slipped to its abdomen…

Not even for just one second I could keep my glare off the crotch. I caught myself just aimlessly toying around with my hands with the scarf ends, as if they were some sort of excuse to get underneath the dragon. I felt my face run hot… I surely was blushing right now, so I didn’t dare to look back up. The dragon might notice… but perhaps…

I leaned forward a little, pretending to reposition and get a better angle on the knot, and softly bumped with my head into the lower belly, hoping that’ll give a hint or trigger something… I continued my work on the still loose ends. I put the cloth in each of my hand, but when tying it together I purposely held the ends close to the dragon’s belly, sliding and rubbing along the hide. I was hoping to leave a soft but pointy touch, one that might… make some memories come back to the dragon’s mind. The night’s we had. The things we’ve went through, just to be here… alone… all for ourselves… That it might realize the opportunity it had as I was being under it. It has to-

I suddenly felt a paw on my back, making me wince and freeze for a second. Despite having directly stirred toward a reaction like that, I did not see that coming. I looked up in surprise, met by an amused glare of the large eyes and a smirk beneath them. Now you’ve done it, I thought to myself. You got yourself into, now finish it.

As I’ve continued sliding my hands along the hide, the paw started petting and rubbing me, and eventually the pressure increased so much it began me to push forward, making me almost lose balance and drop into the crotch…

Screw it, I thought to myself, and let go of the knot ends. Now my hands were carelessly stroking along the dragon’s hide, feeling encouraged by the dragon’s reactions. Its heartbeat became hearable, and the breaths, which were at first intensified in fright, were now getting heavier in arousal.

The paw kept rubbing, and the pushing got so strong I felt myself being playfully pressed right into the belly, while the dragon was chuffing in entertainment. I kept my hands moving, descending downward and soon arriving by the area between the dragon’s hindlegs. I purposely moved my hands around on each side of the slit, which I observed puffing up and gradually become sort of swollen, missing it. Pressing in my hands harder I made the touch they sent intense and pointy. The legs of the dragon suddenly spread, widely, while it was smiling and watching me. This was probably some sort of indicator for arousal… seems like everything I’m doing good so far..

The hips arose and the dragon bucked lightly, making the walls of the slit begin to part from one another which exposed a little flash of the pink member. The tip was prodding from the inside.

The dragon’s head leaned up, now looking at me and observing what I was doing over its shoulder. I tilted forward and build up even more pressure with my hands, wanting to get more than just the tip out of the slit. I felt my breaths become shaky and uneven, the constant damp hotness around my face becoming stronger. At some point I just… froze and stared, as the dragon rumbled, smiling. Now free and making contact with the open cool but not too chilly air the shaft was gradually slipping out. Little by little in increments.

I got curios and carefully poked and held a few fingers against it, feeling the shaft from up with every haste heartbeat. Each shot of blood made it increase in size a bit more. As the member was halfway freed, I laid my entire hand on the underside, grasping it and letting it grow into my grip. Quickly, most likely by my touch, the shaft grew more… reaching three quarters… and eventually full size, my fingers not even managing to entirely reach and wrap around the width at the spot I was holding it. It became… so large. It looked so much bigger now where it was in front of me. I knew it was rude to just stare, but at the moment I couldn’t do more… my head filled with imaginations, with fantasies. Pictures I had in my mind all the time, but now not bothering to suppress them any more… I sat there, thinking about how the shaft had felt inside me...

The dragon’s abdomen tenses, almost bucking again, but then it staved off. The whole length twitched in my grasp, the dragon’s constant self-restraint just ending up making it even more excited. The lack of indulging already made the shaft harder than it would usually be, even when aroused.

I placed another hand on it, sliding it from the very tip, purposely getting some of the pre all over my fingers reaching in little threads from one to another, to the base where my other hand was, now feeling it pulsate in both of my palms. I clearly felt the twitches caused by the little touch of my fingers, the dragon getting quite excited. It was still continuously holding itself back from pretty much any type of movements, leaving some of the tension unable to be burned off… getting even harder.

Come one, do something! I silently thought to myself. I moved one of the hands up and down along the shaft, not too fast and rough, just sliding it across the pink flesh’s wet surface resulting in a significant increase of that constant tension and watching another huge bread of pre drip to the ground.

Now, finally, the dragon couldn’t resist. The urge to buck was overwhelming and it stood up, rolling up to its paws. I let go of the flexing shaft as it was being moved away from me along the rest of the build. The dragon stood there on all fours and wildly humped into the air for a moment, the member slapping its own body for a few times.

“Grrrrrrrrhhnnn”

I just sat there, my gaze locked and unable to move off the humongous member. My indecisiveness made me unsure what do… should I use my hands? Or… take it?

“Rrrrrrrr!”

It complained and moaned, the shaft remaining as tense as can be. I could imagine that the dragon was holding itself back from… ravaging the hell out of me, like the first two times before. That it at least was trying to be nice, until it would finally snap, of which I was deep down secretly hoping that it would come to this.

Feeling addressed by the noises, I got underneath the dragon and grasped the shaft again with both hands, tightly moving along the length.

“Mmmrruu!”

It immediately started to hump, making the member jerk so hard it was ripped out of my hands…

“Wh- Grrrrrr”

The front paws suddenly reached down for me. They picked me up, holding me tight against its belly and rolling me over to my back. A warm touch in the area of my legs caught my attention, as the shaft was being hooked up between them. It reached past the small of my back. Good heavens… how the hell did that thing ever fit inside me? Screw it. Here we go again.

As a sign of submission, I lifted my arms above my head and spread them out on the ground. I let my head just hang to the side, closing my eyes and just smiling. I didn’t know if the dragon got that part, but I was trying to make everything seem in a playful manner, and that it can do whatever it wants.

Watching me literally go hands-off, its frustration drove it into the only thing it could at this moment…

My eyes opened as the dragon rolled me to my front, the paws digging back beneath me subsequently. With forelegs delved in between my arms and torso the dragon stood up to its hindlegs, raising its entire body and carrying me up with it, pushing me down soon as my legs were about take off the ground entirely, forcing me onto my knees.

I felt one paw, still reaching from under my shoulder, holding me by the chest and another one traveling downward towards the beltline of my pants. The arousal was too much and the dragon humped against me a few times, the rocking hips hitting me by the butt with the paw’s hold preventing me from being jerked forward. Then the rough movements stopped, and the dragon lowered its head to the height of my waste from behind. It started tugging at my pants with both the paw and a couple teeth of its maw.

“Grr-rrrh..”

Eager-driven, it pulled rather backwards instead of towing into the direction my legs were facing or any which would remotely help lowering the pants. The dragon growled in frustration, and then started to whine in some kind of desperation. I could feel that it was holding itself back from not just absolutely ripping my clothing into smithereens like it once did before… so I figured that I needed to do something. I didn’t want to strain its temper!

I reached down, having to push the paw aside a little I loosened a strap on my beltline. Unfolding my legs a little, I set myself upright, allowing the pants to be pulled downward along my thighs. I pulled a little myself to give the dragon a hint, although I was intentionally not helping too much… I found some special kind of arousal in the dragon taking control and doing most of the work on me all by its own urges and will, namely undressing me itself...

Its defeat made its paw wrench around and its head pull into every direction, left, right, up… and then finally downward. Immediately my pants sunk down, stopping by the height of my knees as they impacted on the ground. Tensing up, I quickly felt the cold air rush into my crotch.

The dragon’s heart fluttered as it saw the barrier disappear at last. Its head was brought back up to the height of my butt and as soon as it spotted the exposed body parts and it dove for my anus, licking and lapping, aware of its waiting fully extended dragonhood. My whole body froze as I felt the tongue softly go over the exposed spot… a feeling which I had missed so much without even realizing it…

The dragon wasted no time, shoving its tongue in as deeply until the resistance grew too strong to have it proceed any further. Even at the seemingly dead end the dragon squished it in as hard as it could. The tongue began to naturally roll up, making it just able to fit in. The pleasure, as high as it was, couldn’t drown out the pain the dragon’s force brought along. I winced, contorting my face a little, quickly reminded how much the other thing will hurt. But I tried to keep those thoughts out of my head, I should focus on the pleasant and stimulant feelings rather than the hurtful ones…

The licking not lasting for more than one minute, I felt the tongue being dragged out and lick up my back, lifting up my shirt on its way. The feeling of the air cooling the skin which my shirt had covered so far gave me another hot flush across my already crimson face. I closed my eyes, relaxing to the sensations... Yeah, just like that… undress me, do what you desire, make me yours…

I caught myself groaning and tried to suppress it.

The dragon’s hindlegs took a steady stance and the paws had a safe grip on my upper arms, holding me in a stable position as it lined up, ready for the next level.

My hole being prepared with the slippery saliva and the previous spreading, the dragon started to prod its eagerly throbbing and pulsating shaft at it. It pushed lightly, trying to hit the right spot, but, of course, it still missed. It attempted again and again, the suspense and the withholding making the dragon just more ungodly horny, becoming each more eager and aroused with every time the shaft went by, instead of going in. I partly shared those feelings, having this certain touch of suspension too. Each time the hips moved away I wondered if this would be the attempt that would succeed, if now was the moment the pain and the pleasure would strike me like a war hammer. The pleasant fantasy yet dark apprehension made me both frightened and excited at once.

The head tilted forward. Looking down and under me, it watched and observed what it was doing to help stirring the dragonhood into right place.

My eyes opened widely as I felt pressure build up. I didn’t have another second to mentally prepare, then the whole length was already being thrusted into me, the rush of surprise causing me to shriek. In its excitement the dragon had just slammed forward, losing balance. While the dragon landed on all fours I was left laying on the gravel clad ground on my front, the shaft stuck in me nearly to hilt with just the first buck.

“MMMRRRNNNNNNNN”

It groaned in all the heavenly release and pleasure so loudly I felt the vibration travel through me.

“RAAAAAHHHHH”

It felt the bit of resistance at the what I thought, or hoped, to be the dead end, the point of no further progression. But the dragon took it as a challenge, pushing in harder. I felt the hips touch down on my butt… the shaft was being hilted entirely…

The wide spreading, being somewhat easier than last time but still unbearably aching, still excited me. It was the warm touch of the long dragonhood which made me moan both in pleasure and the pain…

It pushed, pushed and pushed, seemingly never going to bother to pull out for once. I tried to relax, to calm down a little and enjoy, but as I was about to rest my head on the ground the resisting force grew strong enough to drag me across the gravel several feet. Then I was pinned down by a paw on my back. It held me down as it pulled out just a little bit, just to slam the shaft back in, squeezing my whole body with a force so tenacious it made me shriek again.

The dragon held it there, fully hilted again, and was trembling on its whole body.

Suddenly the constant monotone panting became louder… and louder… and suddenly a deafening roar rang through my ears.

The dragon’s body undulated and contracted violently as it shot its seed into my depths. I felt the warm fluid expand me even more, reaching and filling spots which the shaft couldn’t. I stayed motionless the entire time…

I flinched a little as I felt the maw ends touch down on my neck, biting it as the dragon’s body was wracked with blissful tingly contractions which made it squeeze into me with an extent far more than just uncomfortable. Its totally rigid shaft was buried as deep as physically possible!

The large green-yellow eyes closed and rolled back as it tried to moan and roar, its maw occupied.

“Mmnnnnnnnnnffff”

I felt the warm and somewhat tickling touch of the saliva drops exiting its maw and running down my skin, along my neck until they either stopped flowing or dripped to the ground.

“Nnnnnng- hnnnnnnn-nnngh- Ng- nnnnnnngh”

I just lay there, my arms spread out on the ground in front of me with my hands clenched to fists, tightly shutting my eyes and taking it all in, still groaning sometimes…

“Nghhhhh Hhrrrrr Rrrrrrrrhhhhhhh”

Slowly, the dragon’s abdomen gradually clamped less hard. Its heart beat so strong I could hear it as it just moaned around my neck…

Another noisy groan exited the depths of its throat, and then finally I felt the constant pressure being removed.

“mmmrrrrrrr....”

The tip of the shaft gradually proceeded out of me. Even as it was gone I felt the spot staying spread for a couple seconds, until everything finally went back to normal, the pain being the only thing remaining. I still didn’t do nothing but lay there, my eyes yet to have opened again and feeling my chest’s rise and fall in heavy breathing push against the ground.

The teeth in my neck stayed in their spots lightly penetrating my skin and were the last thing that was removed from me as it finally relaxed its jaw. I still could feel each place where the tips impacted, however I couldn’t tell whether they have drilled through the surface enough to draw blood. But it didn’t concern me.

Feeling my neck being free again I lifted my head off the ground, the gravel having left soil marks all over the right side of my face, and turned around a bit, glaring up to the dragon… watching what it was going to do now. But soon the body was out of my view field as it dropped over to the side, letting itself drop to the ground and causing a remarkable thud beside me.

I turned my head the other way, spotting the dragon lounge next to me, its large eyes closed and the belly rising up and down. Its member was still out, the dragon not seeming to bother to pull it back in.

While I was looking the dragon over I felt another need, one of those ideas again. I had to think of the way the dragon had cuddled me before the night at the inn and had the urge to… repeat that. Live up to it once more. Too exhausted and pained t properly push myself up I just rolled forward a little, happening to having my back turned towards the dragon as my body reached it. As the dragon felt the touch it reacted, the forelegs beginning to reach around, down and above my upper body. Its hips pushed upward a little and I felt the dragon’s warm and still wet in seed member pressed onto my exposed back. The tongue struck out and softly moved along the back of my head repeatedly, licking me and making an absolute mess of my hair. I heard, and felt, the sound of the dragon’s low pleased sounding rumble, the vibrations traveling and shaking through me while all arms, including the hindlegs wrapped around my legs, hugged me tightly. I slightly blushed by all the strong paws wrapped around me, almost forgetting about the shaft on my back… and about the pain which was still present and occupying. Its mild heavy breaths made its chest continue to move behind me. Each time somewhat more silently, the dragon huffed out of its snout, the sound of the air puffing out filling my mind. After it was done licking its rested its head on the ground, the maw ends forming a satisfied and relaxed smile.

I couldn’t help but smile too and carefully put one of my hands onto the paw which was holding me by the chest, stroking it lightly and holding onto it, closing my eyes again...