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So, I had some sort of a camp set up for a few days by now near a forest's edge of which I knew that it's full of game. There had been a very high demand for exotic furs and flesh lately so I thought that maybe I could get some coin out of it myself, by selling some. Before I got here I grabbed my great-granddads bow, which was from the Imperial army, some iron arrows I partly made myself and partly bought from the cheapest of the cheapest and an old blunt steel short sword which was barely sharp enough to cut through scrubs and bushes.

My camp was pretty much nothing but a fireplace made out of a pile of various sticks logs and branches, a bench improvised out of a fallen tree trunk and a bedroll poorly crafted out of fur and leather. I made it myself back at home and brought it along. The equipment and the camp weren't good, but good enough for me to have me stay a couple nights in the wilderness, and keep my sanity.

It's been another long day of strolling around the forest which -again- was disappointingly empty. Running low on liquids I visited the river which may was inside the forest itself, but still somewhere safely close to the edge of the denseness from which my camp wasn't too far away.

Already having been there a couple times, I wasn't necessarily paying a lot of attention to my surroundings. I took the riverside as one of the few secure places this deathtrap of a forest had.

After the rather hasty pace, I stepped through the last couple waist-high bushes which were surrounding the river on either side, casually kneeled down by the water and held my opened flask into the river. I waited around a little, letting it run full of water, but as I took the flask back up again… I noticed something strange…

At the opposite side of the river, far away in the distance to the left of me there was... something right there, nearly as close to the water as I was. It was something big and black. The sun was already low and the thingy was too far for me to allow me to properly make out what this thing actually was. I at first thought it was a black bear as those weren't uncommon around here, but those are like… way smaller. I wasn't even sure if that was a living creature at all. It was motionless. It could've been a boulder which just seemed dark in the light, or from being wet. It also could have been a very exotic volcano rock from one of the surrounding mountains.

...Not knowing what that thing over there was began to make me feel uncomfortable. I got up to my feet, still staring at the black… something.

I flinched and froze as I saw it jerk. My eyes shot wide.

This is a living creature! But… what is that?! Those thoughts ran through my head.

Midst the black thingy I suddenly saw two bright objects.

Are those... eyes? Facing my way!?

I stayed frozen for a couple more seconds before I decided that I should probably get out of there.

Making slow and unsudden movements I backed away from the riverside, still looking at the black thing, gradually disappearing in the bushes behind me.

It was about to get dark, so I figured I should head back to the camp to sleep the night away. I was walking the way back with a very nervous feeling in my guts, turning my head every few steps to check if there was anything behind me.

But eventually, I managed to calm down, still being hastily however…

The sun had already entirely set. Everything was dark, but luckily the camp wasn't far anymore. I could already see the dim light from the fireplace, which was almost entirely burned down by now. Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have let it running…

I started to slow down a little, knowing that I'm in a safe area of this region, which is why I set my camp up over here. I was already loosening the straps of the quiver with the few iron arrows in it and undressing the snood-like linen which was covering the lower half of my face.

I was almost there… just a little bit of walking to the camp…

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(Perspective switch to Fahren)

Day two. The two-leg remained in my territory. I don't think it had noticed any of my signs of being here. Strange. I thought for sure the claw and teeth marks and various patches of clean forest floor would've been some indication. Forests don't clean themselves!

Doesn't look friendly.. I had been warned many times about two-legs.. something about them made me uneasy. Maybe it's the strange way they walk, or the way they communicated with themselves even when alone. Who are you talking to..? I tried to pride myself in separating myth and legend, but it was hard to turn a blind eye to the very obvious tools of war it carried around with it everywhere it went. What, is it /looking/ for trouble? Sure seemed like it.. settling in my forest.. I was always told these things mean trouble.. they can easily take over forests and wipe out entire species. They set up larger and larger constructions, and before you know it, they own the place. Not happening here. Not to me.

...

The sun, tired and weak from graciously bestowing its life giving energy and warmth upon the land, slumped down in the sky to rest. But before it traded shifts with the moon entirely, the two-leg moved again. Toward the water. This was the time. I needed to make my presence known. Fear tactics. You are not alone.. and you are not welcome.

At least.. that's what I'd been told.. but- Look at it.. it's just.. existing.. just like I did. It didn't have fire in its belly like me, but, like me, it used fire to stay warm. I see the way it looks into the flames.. I see it thinking.. it stares off into another plane of existence just like I do. Mesmerized. Were we all that different?

Oh, where was I-

I stopped suddenly when I realized I'd been standing almost entirely out in the open. I was far away, but- not far enough. It was looking at me. For too long. It's seen me!

My eyes opened wide and the green color showed through brighter, and the moment I did that, I saw it move even less.

I was torn between staying put, sticking to my initial decision to gently scare it, or running away in fear myself.

Oh gods, look at it moving slowly and looking at me.. as long as it didn't reach for any of its killing tools..

...

It slinks away into the foliage and tree trunks... I turned to scamper off.. But my curiosity got the better of me. I always ran away. Just once, could I please investigate? I was a young buck! I had reflexes faster than a cat. I could handle this..

I'm young buck..

...

Speaking of.. rrhh- the rutting season had come early for me this year.. hah.. But there were no females.. not even any competing males had shown up yet. I was full of energy and pent-up from the off season.. Whatever this two-leg could throw at me, I had the fighting chops to come out on top. Just look at me! I gently growled to myself and bared my teeth..

I stopped myself abruptly when I realized I was talking to myself too.. damnit.

I shook myself off, shut myself up, and stepped lively, following far far behind.

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

The last steps felt like they were the heaviest. This expedition began to make the impression that my feet became sorer with each time I arrived at my camp after running around the forest all day, returning with empty hands.

As soon as I got there I tossed the snood aside and leaned the quiver against the log-bench.

Oh right, the fire! I quickly went to the nearest bush, ripped a handful branches and leaves off it and placed them in the fire amongst the logs adding some dry grass I picked up on my way back. It was enough to turn the glow into a somewhat proper fire, which lighted up just a little bit. It won't last for the entire night for sure, but it'll do for now, keeping me from being cold.

I dropped myself onto the bench, sighing both in exhaustion and disappointment.

Another day wasted. Nothing caught. Again. Why on earth is this forest so goddamn empty? I have been to a couple woods so far and those were usually way fuller with wildlife and game. Where have they gone? I can count the animals which were actually worth hunting and selling I've seen so far on one hand. And all of them ran off before I could get even close enough to be sure to hit it with the bow... Sometimes even leaving me unable to figure out why. I mean, I'm not the quietest sole, but so far my sneaking skills have been enough for hunting in other places. I even paid attention to always stay downwind of everything! Why does absolutely nothing work? Why do I always have such hard luck?! I should have just stayed near Dummerston... I never had so much trouble hunting there.

I spent some more time staring and zoning out into the fire. My thoughts wandering off to the most random things—

I froze as I heard the sound of leaves crunching and some small branches cracking creep up, getting closer and louder. A little in the distance yet sounding very nearby, coming from somewhere in the pitch-black darkness. The noises stopped after a short while.

I still stayed motionless for a few a seconds... What on earth was that?!

I grasped a branch and held it in the fire for a few seconds, lighting it on fire, using it as some sort of a torch to illuminate the darkness a little.

I quickly grabbed my short sword, jumped up and hesitantly stepped into the direction I heard the noise come from, my hands shaking in fear.

"...Hello?... Is s-someone there?"

I spent some time staring into the darkness and the very few things the torch illuminated.

After a long time of nothing I eventually went back to the bench again. Must've been the wind. Or maybe one of those damn rats, creeping around the darkness. Or maybe I'm so sleep deprived by now that I'm starting to hear things...

This place... seems strange in general. Something isn't right here. Rats or not, there is something about...

perhaps there this place is home of a... a tribe? It must be some wild bush people that hunted off the animals and that black thingy was probably some sort of totem they made, the bright things being some sort of decoration. And the movements probably were just reflections in the water that were moved by the waves. Yeah, that must be it. That would also explain those weird scratching marks I sometimes saw on the tree trunks. It /has/ to be a tribe!

…

The longer I sat around, sometimes looking around and sometimes staring into the fire, the more tired I began to feel. I should get some sleep soon... even though I didn't feel like sleeping, knowing that there might be bush people around... But I had to sleep. My body won't function otherwise.

I pulled the bedroll closer to the weak fire. I was just about to lay down...

_ _

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

As I followed slightly closer and closer the whole time, I kept thinking to myself, "I'm a young buck, I'm a young buck.." Initially, it was to get me to remain confident in myself, ready to fight. Tonight's the night. Tonight's the night. I'm a young buck.. young and strong.. and..

I got a twinge in my slit, which suddenly gave my chanting and morale boosting a different meaning.. I-I'm a young, pent up, horny.. grh-

Ugh, why was this happening now? Right now? Before a fight? Gods.. what the hell is so wrong with me..

I padded up to a tree and stood up, hugged it with both paws and dry humped it; my face pressed against the bark and my belly rubbing the rough bottom.

Nnf- .. gh- .. f-fuck..

A rat scurried somewhere between me and the camp, making me halt immediately in fear, thinking it might be the human. I stayed there against the tree, my erection ceasing just as it started. I looked around with wide eyes.. But then I spotted it still by the fire.. although it's brandishing its longest weapon in full view.

Shit. Just what I needed.. now it's prepared..

I waited for a while, holding onto the tree, figuring this isn't actually a bad way to hide.

...

Eventually, it put the weapon and the flaming stick away, and I got off the tree, sneaking toward it. But the closer I got.. the less focused I became on the task at hand, distracted by the intensity of the moment, my body started to get the better of me.. and by the time it was in its blankets, I had lost all sight of my original intent for this encounter. A thought sprung into my mind and I couldn't shake it.. It was the only large living thing I'd seen around here for a long while. What with winter just coming to a close, the big game haven't moved back in yet. I'd had no interaction with anything for months.. if I can surprise it.. I could do anything I wanted. I'm a YOUNG BUCK!

My heart raced.. As the fire died, I made my plan. Jump, sweep all defenses away, and make him mine! My forest! My rules!

Rrrrrrrrrrhhhh!

Just as the two-leg was about to lay down, I sprung into action, shooting a fireball that exploded into the campfire, blowing it to smithereens! The flaming logs went everywhere, and once separated, the light of the fragmented fires dimmed tenfold. With darkness and surprise on my side, I leaped in and landed squarely on the log-bench, planting my- w-oAH!

The bench seemed like a solid object from afar, but when I actually planted my hind paws on it, it suddenly rolled away. In my extreme mishap, I tumbled, unable to actually grab the sword, instead, I ended up just batting it and sending out of reach of both of us into the darkness.. somewhere. I thudded to the ground and yelped, slamming on my back and hitting my head.

I tried to immediately get up and regain control of the situation, but dazed and dizzy, I stumbled, backing up and falling over again.

Though it was a miserable execution, I did at least manage my first step. The weapons were scattered and out of reach, but the rest.. ugh.. I much more slowly rolled onto my paws, but it took an awfully long time...

_ _

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

...As I was about to lay down I noticed something that sounded like a growling noise coming out of the darkness, from somewhere to the right. I flinched and not knowing what it was made me panic. I tried to reach for my sword, but before I could even get my hand close to it, it looked to me like the fireplace just... exploded! Into pieces, with a bang so loud it made my ears go absolutely numb for a few seconds, being able to hear nothing but ringing afterwards. The shockwave was strong enough to send the wood all over the place and make me stumble to the ground.

I pushed myself up and immediately started running. Just sprinting off, I couldn't see where I was going, it was too dark, the moon and the night sky only illuminating a few silhouettes in front the horizon. But I didn't care, I just ran and ran, no idea where. The panic kept me going. I never ran so fast in my life...

As I felt my energy become fatigued despite the adrenaline rush I took cover behind the first larger tree I found, somewhere near the forest's edge. I pressed my back onto the trunk, peeking over my shoulder into the direction I just came from. I couldn't see my camp, or what was left of it. I didn't know if it was out of my view or if it just went entirely dark.

I spent some more time checking behind me, sometimes leaning out to the left, sometimes to the right of the tree trunk...

My ears were still ringing a little. My chest was quickly rising up and down, my heart was pumping hard and fast...

I need to calm down. Adrenaline is too exhausting. And right now, I neither can get the sleep I needed, nor is it like I could just go back to the camp and grab my food supplies.

After some time, I felt I was safe -for now. At least away from... whatever the seven rings of hell that was. I sunk myself down to the ground, leaning onto the tree only with my back, finally being able to somewhat properly make up my mind about this situation.

What... in lord's name was that?! The growling... the fiery explosion... No, this wasn't no god damn tribe... I know only one thing that growls and shoots fire!

I refused to believe that I might have been ambushed by a dragon. Just the thought of it was upsetting. But there was no other explanation.

If there is a dragon out here... I'd need to get out of here as fast as possible. I'd have to warn everybody! It's just a matter of time until this beast murders somebody... but first I have to make sure it doesn't murder me to begin with. This monster is probably looking for me right now... it would never let me get away.

Reaching for the places of my apparels where I would usually kept them I began to panic again...

they're... gone?! I'm completely unarmed! What am I going to do if this beast jumps around the corner? Throw shoes at it?!

No, I needed improvise something... but in a heated situation like this I didn't have a clear mind…

_ _

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

I got up to my paws and listened closely.. definitely able to tell the general direction to where the sound was fading away to.

I trotted after him, not quite running yet as I was still wobbly, but my senses quickly sharpen up as I begin to pursue, triggering instinctual sniffing and wide flaring my ears and sonars, making them stick out at an almost ninety degree angle to my head, in full track mode.

I looked around, opening my eyes as wide as they'll go, the pupils expanding enormously. It looked like daylight to me.

I picked a direction dead ahead and trotted along, taking almost exactly the same path he did.

With all my senses in agreement, I tracked dead ahead directly toward him.

I picked up the pace a bit.. starting to gallop, and soon my thumping steps becoming audible.

Then they stop…

Was I really headed in the right direction? I run fast. I would've thought that I'd've found him by now..

I came to a halt and make a quick, frustrated roar.

I started pacing in lines back and forth, thinking maybe I'd passed him.

After a bit, I turned back forward and started scanning in his direction, the thumping returning, but going side to side, and with a little less haste.

_ _

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

I tried calming myself down.

Think Mervyn, think... the forest is full of stuff that one can turn into a weapon of some sort... perhaps if I find a stable stick and a rock I could... no I would need strings for that...-

I flinched as I heard a quiet roar, way back in the distance. I stood up against the tree, looking around the trunk staring into the direction the noise came from, somewhere behind me. Again, I was continuously switching from left... to the right side... back to the left...

Whilst peeking out of my concealment I suddenly spotted a portion of the horizon move. I flinched again, almost yelping. My upper body quickly rushed back to the safe spot behind the tree, my eyes opened widely. I just leaned there, frozen.

Is that the dragon?! Did it chase after me?! …Did it see me!?

I felt like checking on it again, but I couldn't take the risk of leaning out the cover in the wrong time and being spotted! No, I had to stay right here... hidden away as best I could. In fear I realized that I had nothing left but hope... hope that this beast wouldn't find me for long enough for it to lose interest and eventually blow off the chase...

I damn nearly began to hyperventilate in panic. I urged myself to keep it down… it might hear me otherwise... but every time I tried to restrict the heavy breaths I just ended up panting again, even harder.

As I heard some a sort of thumping noise repeat like heavy footsteps, I felt my entire body tense up. Sweat ran down my forehead, my hands were trembling, my knees were weak and shaky. I could even feel my head becoming sort of dizzy, not handling all the emotions...

It's probably headed for my hiding spot! I thought about running off again... but should I take that risk? That beast would without a doubt spot me, and there is no way I'm outrunning a dragon!

Carefully listening to the noise, I noticed the steps sometimes becoming distant, sometimes drawing closer...

It doesn't know that I'm here, but it's... looking for me...

I had to mute another few heavy breaths again. I squeezed my back onto the tree trunk and my eyes darted to the side the thumps came from.

I couldn't take this uncertainty anymore. This damn suspense... as the steps sounded like they were far away enough, I prepared to lean out and check again, just to make sure it wasn't dangerously close or anything. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm myself down the best I can, before daring to peak out again. This time I crouched down and very slowly moved my head past the tree trunk...

…only to find myself nose to nose with the most feared dragon species to ever have existed. I immediately spotted the large bright yellow-green eyes. It was a Night Fury. It must have picked up my scent… and has been patiently waiting for me to notice that it's got me, waiting with a horrid smirk.

Before I noticed it, my eyes were scanning the horizon, checking if any of the black silhouettes covering the horizon would move, having taken me an awfully long time until I had seen the dragon.

I yelped out loudly, but tried to get up and take off running so fast and uncontrolled that I stumbled over backwards.

The second I pressed my upper body off the ground the beast lunged towards me and I felt the paws impacting on each of my shoulders, pouncing me over with a force I couldn't withstand with the best efforts. The forelegs stayed where they were, pinning me down in place. The dragon's mug was right above me, not even an armlength away, snarling and growling at me baring its razor sharp many teeth.

My eyes widened. I began to hyperventilate, finding myself face to face with that beast. I feared for my life, and I inconveniently remembered a sentence that I once overheard somebody saying…

“no one's ever met one and lived to tell the tale"

Despite knowing that there was pretty much no way I could overwhelm the strength of a dragon, I placed my hands directly on the shin's over the paws and started to pull, trying to get them off from painfully pressing me down into the ground. For a couple dreaded seconds I did nothing but squirm in panic push.

It let me struggle for a bit, but after I've had a few of my moments of despair and terror, it suddenly backed up and I felt the sharp teeth impact in my ankle. Not even a second afterwards the bite began to pull drastically. The dragon's whole upper body flung upwards and with a flick of the head, I was tossed skywards into the air. I was spinning way too much to have any orientation of how high I was or just even when I was starting to head downward.

Before I hit the ground, it got up to its hindpaws, grabbed me off the air, and sent me up a second time. This time it let me drop all the way down, however preventing my head from slamming into the ground by holding its tail there, still giving me an intentionally mighty bump. It did all that to ensure that I was dazed and dizzied and had no fight left… and that there was no one else in control than the dragon…

Laying on the ground I barely managed to stay conscious… The only thing I noticed was it looking at me, waiting and seeing what I'd do now, slowly dropping back to all fours.

I felt my upper body, my head, and pretty much all of my limbs terribly flood with pain from the fall's impact. I stayed motionless, laying there as if I was paralyzed.

I tried to lift my head off the ground as I felt the beast nosing me by my belly, checking if I would have any fight left. The view I had was still very blurry and next to the dragon's silhouette I was unable to make out anything.

Satisfied with my helplessness, the beast began tugging at my pants, however being thwarted by all the straps, buttons and light armor plates. In frustration it just bit down and ripped the cloth off with all its might, bringing parts of the leather-fur cuirass down with it, ripping everything off as if it was the skin of a deer. In just a single stroke it almost entirely managed to undress me, aside from one of the pant legs still holding onto my ankle by just a few threads. I felt the spot on my waistline have some sort of burning pain where my pants used to be.

What is this beast doing!? I tried to get up again, only managing to lift my upper body off the ground despite pushing with arms as hard as I could, but the ache made me back down repeatedly.

The moment the dragon sensed me fighting, it jabbed a paw right onto my throat with two claws widely opened forming a V shape. I immediately sunk back down as I felt myself being choked, barely getting my heavy breaths through the blockage.

I placed my hands on the paw, trying to get it off me, but I didn't even manage to move the foreleg by just an inch. The agonizing grasp didn't stop… I shut my eyes tightly, tears starting to exit. My face was contorted with pain as I could do nothing but lay there beneath the paw, forcing my breaths through it…

My eyes shot open as multiple spots of sharp and staggering pain flood my entire left shoulder, only to find the beast's head right on top of it, the maw ends touched down bringing the rows of the closely arranged sharp teeth with them. The bite began to pull, lifting at first my torso and then my entire body off the ground and flipping me over to my front. Just as I was about to attempt to push myself up again, a paw on my back pinned me down, no matter how hard I tried… the dragon was too strong. All I managed to get up were my arms and head. The rest stayed on the ground.

I felt the rest of the cloth on my upper body being ripped off as well, the top with the collar disappearing first before the rest was being torn down with it, the teeth grazing my back deep enough to leave marks and even strong enough draw blood. I didn't even notice it for some seconds, I only sensed the piercing pain of my skin opening.

Once my light armor and clothing were nothing but tattered, all that was left from it were heaps of fabric hanging from my body by a few mere threads on my chest, ankles and hip. I felt the cold air surround my pretty much nakedly exposed body. I wasn't sure why it did this, I figured it was to entirely disarm me and remove any kinds of armor that still could a job of protecting me in case I was going to fight it.

It stopped for a second. In this short moment I thought that perhaps, now that I'm surely not a threat anymore, the torment was over. But… I was quickly let down as I was surprised by a wet and warm touch sliding across the area between my butt cheeks, making me yelp. I didn't know what it was for a second… but my eyes shot open widely as I realized. It was lapping my anus! All I heard coming from back there were eager but still threatening growls pitched variously high and low by the dragon moving the tongue, starting to delve inside a little…

I tried to get up, this time panicking even more, even sort of kicking down with my legs. But my body stayed where it was, defenseless to the licks reaching in deeper and deeper. But I didn't give up. I even tried to somehow slip out to each sides… but nothing worked. I refused to accept that there was no way out. I kept trying, kept pushing and moving…

With how effortlessly the dragon kept me down it seemed to me as if it didn't even care anymore if I was attempting to resist or not, I couldn't do much anyways. It continued licking my hole, spreading the saliva which felt thick and slimy all in and over it. It began to push into me hard, delving in so deeply that I felt myself being spread…

I froze for a moment, my eyes went wide… What on earth is this dragon doing!? Is this how it gets its sick kicks!? I found the dragon's interest in me, a human, unnerving. And it was undeterred about finding out I'm a male as well… Oh no, no way. It's going to try to mate with my if I don't do something! I have to get out of here!

I turned my head back, trying to see what it was doing… only seeing the moonlit silhouette relentlessly go at me. The tongue getting deeper gave me the attitude to continue my attempts of freeing myself, panicking even more the further the tongue proceeded inside.

The pain suddenly got so big for a moment it made me stop moving entirely. The dragon had just… forced it in directly, shoving the whole tongue inside, leaving a painful and even burning feeling. I sunk my head down to the ground, whimpering a little… it just held its tongue there and even tried to press further and get it in even deeper, which it did slightly. But luckily, my physical limitation made the tongue finally stop… the dragon was unable to proceed any further. I couldn't even imagine how much more pain it would have been then.

I tilted my head back again and watched it remove the tongue entirely… I had a few moments of relief until I saw it suddenly line its hips up with mine with a by now fully-grown erection waiting between its hindlegs… which now had to not wait any longer. I instantly knew what it was planning to do… and I didn't like one bit.

It stepped forward, and I felt the paw pull off my back. This was my chance! I flipped over to my back and sort of crawled backwards, trying to get out of the dragon's reach. I saw it flinch, probably surprised by my sudden outburst of energy. I actually managed to put some kind of distance between myself and the horny beast. As I was watching with wide fearful eyes while I kept moving, I eventually saw it catch on, its face filled with rage… as if were saying HOW DARE YOU DENY ME!

I tried to move faster, but before I could even raise an arm to shield myself one of the paws quickly stomped forward and was planted right into my face, slamming my head into the leafy ground. Its body was now flooded with all sort of hormones, making its blood pressure skyrocket resulting in its member becoming fully rigid and making it eagerly twitch…

Having a pretty accurate idea of what it is going to do to me, I tried to get the paw off and get out of there as best as I desperately could.

All of a sudden, the head lowered and before I could do something, the rows of teeth impacted, deeply. The sharp tips popped through my skin on the backside along my shoulder blade all the way to the front side of my breast. I shrieked loudly and froze as I felt every movement of my attempts to escape the pain make it hurt more… my eyes tightly shut again, tears rolling down my face.

As blood ran out, it lined itself up once again. The tail dug beneath me and pushed my hindquarters up, while the very tip of its spike was seeking my hole, prodding at it. My entire body itself was rather small compared to the dragon's, giving it a hard time coordinate everything correctly. It missed again… and again, growling louder each time. Out of pure frustration, it bucked hard once, missing again and the hips slamming into mine, making my body jolt forward. I yelped as the spot on my shoulder was pressed into the teeth for a moment.

It just held its shaft there unsuccessfully hilted against me… the entire length throbbing and flexing so desperate. I could feel it on my skin…

It pulled back, and kept trying. Missing again. Then another two times. When suddenly…

As its hips rocked forward a fourth time I suddenly felt some kind of warm pressure in my hole. My eyes widened. Oh… no… it found its way in… that's gonna hurt a lot…

The dragon thought it missed again, but as it felt some kind of resistance build up, it knew it got me where it wanted. As it sensed the warmth it got excited and thrusted forward so hard it almost pushed in the whole length inside me with one push, also pressing me into the teeth once more.

“H-hhr- HRRRRRRR!"

I heard it moan loudly, the sounds muffled by my very own body which had its maw filled…

Its hips rocked back a little to lunge out… then they shot forward again, bringing in the shaft in so deeply the hips actually hilted on mine. Just as I thought it couldn't go further…

My face contorted in pain. Both the shaft being inside me and spreading me and being pushed into the bite hurt so much... I couldn't help but whine a little.

I could feel its entire body trembling as it groaned loudly amidst all the pleasure it was having on my cost, and felt saliva starting to run down the spot where its maw with the clamped down teeth was.

The humping and bucking quickly became more vigorous, pulling out and pushing in to hilt each time the hips jerked back and forth. It didn't even take ten seconds… until an additional pressure appeared. It was warm, and gentle compared to the rest, spreading constantly. It took me some time to figure it out… it was its seed flowing through me. It reached spots inside me I never had expected anything to be able to reach there.

The maw pulled me back by the shoulder into the hips which were still pushing forward, painfully squeezing me in between with tremendous force. Its whole body was trembling. The pain was enough to make me try to resist again, I placed my hands by the head, then on the body to push it off, but I quickly just gave…

The growls were high pitched and eventually broke off entirely, having some sort of weak tone to it, despite the extreme pushing. The dragon's body continued to tense up and tremble as its system emptied everything it had… A good eight seconds of filling, it was finally over. However, it kept holding onto me tightly, twitching, pulsing, and still moaning a little. Even as the shots were done… I still felt the liquid creep through me, flowing and spreading.

It whimpered and moaned for another while, until it leaned back and sat upright, grabbing me with both paws and having me sit on the shaft. Feeling it being pressed inside me by my own weight I was about to whine out again, but then the head finally let go… laying back… seemingly in total heaven, feeling tingly all over and panting happily.

“Nnrrrrrrrrrr… Hrrrrrrhh"

But with the teeth being finally pulled out, I felt the blood exit and air get into the wound. The tongue suddenly reached out and lapped at the blood, licking it up… the saliva actually feeling kind of nice on my skin, especially the way it cooled off in the chilly night air. I was surprised that I actually got to feel something that wasn't just purely agonizing.

I still had my eyes closed… I didn't dare to look at myself in this situation, or at the dragon. Even as it rocked back over onto its paws and gently lay me down into the leafy ground…

The way the dragon acted I figured that now, after it had its way, its mood improved. It almost seemed like it… took care of me. It didn't just let me flop off and hit the floor. It actually was setting me down purposely soft.

I felt the shaft being pulled out very slowly and carefully, making me hold my breath and actually open my eyes again. Its length had been so deep that no seed ran out of the opening it'd been shot into. I still felt the pain… sort of paralyzed by it.

Its head reached down and licked my face instinctually as a thank you, and even purred a bit, as if I had earned it… As nice as the dragon was all of a sudden, I still felt as uneasy as before.

The dragon was just constantly licking my back, neck and the shoulder with the rows of the marks of the teeth. The licks actually… began to ease the pain. I managed to calm down a little, my shivery breaths very gradually returning to normal.

The licking stopped, as the dragon backed up a little and just looked down at me, tilting its head and leaning in a bit to see my face. I only managed glance back up in a shy manner. Its head lowered again, wetly licking my forehead.

It suddenly stepped back and spread its wings, hastily taking off and disappearing as quickly as it came. The flaps faded away into the distance…

I just stayed on the ground, resting my head in the leaves and staring up into the deep purple night sky… finally this is over…

After a minute or so, the flapping suddenly returned. My eyes went wider again.

It swooped and landed right in front me, carrying one of the fire logs from my camp in its maw, and setting it down. It lit a fire in its maw as it still held it within its teeth and exhaled, spraying burning fuel onto the log and making it torch up so brightly I had to narrow my eyes.

The burning log was set down in front of me, giving me some warmth and light as the fire continued to burn down to the wood.

The dragon just… stood there, still on all fours. Just staring at me… as if it was thinking…

In the meantime, I try to get myself off the ground. But the pain in my arms and one shoulder made me struggle… I kept shrieking a little and sinking back down.

The dragon watched…

“..Rrrrru"

It stepped forward and nosed up against my chest, helping me lift myself up at least into a seated position. It steadied me with a paw on my back, before it stepped away to the other side of the fire.

I just did nothing but sit there, still shyly looking at the dragon and the fire it made for me… it almost seemed like the dragon was feeling bad about what it did to me… But why did it do that?

(Perspective switch to Fahren)

I myself sat wondering why I did exactly what I did.. I didn't /hate/ him. Maybe I just felt threatened by him setting up a camp. I did, after all, hear many tales of two-legs ruining things everywhere they went.. but they're so small..

Look at him. Defeated and lonely. Was it because of my heat? I do get a little out of control sometimes.. and yet, I don't exactly want him feeling welcome here either. Don't pamper him like a female.. he did bring along his weapons, too..

I just sit there, watching. Staring down at you, not quite knowing where to go from here.

(Perspective switch to Mervyn)

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I just stayed quiet… waiting for something to happen. The light of the small fire casted a warm glow on both of us such different beings.

After a while it stepped forward and almost… said something. It was unintelligible, but I could swear… it tried to talk to me…

“Rr. Yrrrouuu.."

It huffed once and stepped back, disappearing into the blackness where the light of the small fire couldn't reach. Far off in the distance, I heard the sound of the wings flapping away.

Did it just try to tell me something? Is it gone?

As I heard the flaps disappear for good this time, I exhaustedly sunk myself back to the ground despite the painful difficulties I had with pressing myself up before. I ended up staring into the night sky again, still looking around from time to time, thinking that there is still a little chance it might come back.

I felt my whole body ache as I was resting on the cold ground, doing nothing but think about what on earth just happened... I spent some more time laying down, looking up the deep midnight-blue.

I eventually turned my head into the direction where I assumed the camp was. I need a place to spend the night... Maybe my bedroll is still there. And while I'm at it, perhaps I could recover some of my equipment?

I painstakingly pushed my upper body up by my arms, not managing to get up, just as before. But this time there was no one to help me. I eventually rolled to my front and press myself up using one of legs as support... As I finally managed to step up on my feet I shrieked in pain as I put the left foot on the ground, quickly pulling it back up. My ankle... oh, right... that... biting wound... I could make out the place where the teeth impacted.

I limped around the place, only very slowly getting forward, searching my clothing or what was left of it.

I picked up another stick and held into the fire for a few seconds, improvising it as a torch. Although a very bad one, but it will do for now.

Just as I was about to give up looking I found at least /some/ of the clothing. It was ripped apart so bad I couldn't make out which part it used to be when it still was in one piece...

I just picked up the largest pieces of the ribbons and sort of wrapped it around my body, at least covering my lower parts and my chest. I wrapped some of the smaller parts around the ankle with the biting wound, another part around my face, covering mouth and nose, and what was left of it around my arms. There! At least I wasn't naked anymore... I made my way off to where I thought the camp was. As I was leaving the area in which I got caught, I noticed some of the enormous paw prints scattered all over the floor, making me slightly uncomfortable again... but this is over, I should be safe now.

After a long and painful while of limping into the same direction, I recognized something slightly glowing in the distance. My... fireplace! It's right there! I started to move way faster, being a excited about actually having found it. So fast that I tended to misplace a step and fell over a couple times.

Finally I was there. As I was at the glowing object, I figured that it would be, or used to be, the base of the fireplace, meaning that the bedroll should be... right there!

I quickly limped over to the sleeping place. It was slightly pushed away and had dirt all over it, but at least it still was in one piece... I can recover my stuff when it's bright. Now I needed some rest.

I dropped myself to the ground, unable to properly lay down. I yelped in pain a few times, trying to get into a position that didn't hurt when laying down. As I finally felt like I got into place I rolled to my side... finally getting to relax a little, however the place being not nearly as calming as it used to be.

While I was about to doze off my thoughts wandered off once more...

...Maybe I could make something out of this. Tell my tale about how I heroically managed to escape a dangerous dragon's fire, fangs and claws, and returned to town alive -and I could use the obvious wounds and injuries as evidence. I could build up a good reputation with this. 'The first boy to survive an ambush of the most dangerous dragon kind there is'... I could perhaps start a carrier as a sell-sword with that kind of distinction. Or maybe /now/ they let me join the fighter's guild... And let me work my way up to become an instructor... never having to worry about money problems... Haha, this dragon might have made rich! I do could use the coin. I need new armor and clothing... a new blade... a new... everything, now where I think about it. But first I have to get back home at all. But there is no way I'm going at night... Tomorrow I'll recover what I can and then finally get out of here... Yeah, that's what I'll do...

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