For the love of a Dragon
He didn't resist when they caught him sleeping in the caves, he didn't resist when they jabbed at him with spears and spurred him forward to their small village near the cliffs edge, he didn't resist when they encased him in metal restraints, he knew he'd break free easily, but for now, he waited and bided his time. He'd been flying earlier that day, but hadn't noticed the updraft ahead, and it'd caught him by surprise, and as a result, he overcompensated, and strained a muscle. It'd take a month at most to heal, so he'd taken refuge in the cave, one of the village must've seen him, as they were upon him within hours, there was little chance of escape, and he had no interest in harming them.
The first day was rather rough, he'd noticed them, watched their race, females were larger, by a fair amount and seemed in control, shoving the smaller males and shouting in some god forsaken language, the males in turn cringed and whimpered pitifully. It didn't take me long to realize they were a matriarchial society, but he did find it odd, since the females still stayed indoors mostly, and barked out orders from their windows, or their seat.
He could only imagine how mating with them could be, how males here, must have cringed in fear for being the most attractive, and being chosen, the horrors the females put them through in their bedrooms, leading to war stories, rather then jokes about bragging with whom they'd bedded.
The first evening, a large pile of meat was brought to him, something that would have fed at least half the village by his count, it had a horrible odor, but he didn't let on that he could smell it, he instead dug in, and pretended like he was starved, the female overseer, and male guards seemed pleased, and once they'd left my field of view, he tossed the rest hard, towards the cliffs edge. He knew the scent of Dragonsbane, something used to weaken dragons and keep them that way, he knew the odor by heart, and the meat must've been saturated with the flower.
It was later in the evening, that he smelt something getting close, he barely slitted his eyes and watched the intruder, it was a male of the species, small, brown fur, dark spots down his pelt, certainly a odd creature. It came close and inspected him as he pretended to sleep. The male come close, sniffing at the dragons throat, then his chest, as the males muzzle lowered the dragon got worried and let out a soft yawn to announce his being awake. The male backed away and stared at him, gauging the dragons movements, the dragon only smiled, and looked at him.
The dragon looked over his shoulder, the two guards were talking quietly and looking over their own shoulders, probably watchful of any female guards coming to check up on them, and himself. He smiled and turned back to the younger male, tilting his head, the beastman smiled back and moved closer, he must've been...17...maybe 18, barely an adult by the dragons standards.
He leaned in close and sniffed the dragon again, chuffing softly before sitting back, looking at the taller reptile, before whispering "Veran" the dragon nodded his head and whispered back "Dragon" the male looked confused and shook his head, pointing at a guard "Korrin" then the second "Serie" then he pointed to himself again "Veran" he looked at the dragon expectantly, before the dragon replied "Dragon" he smiled to himself, knowing what the younger male wanted, but was unwilling to give his name, for if the male knew of the dragon oath, he'd be in a much worse predicament.
Veran moved close and pressed close to the dragon, the soft warm fur against his scales, it made the dragon smile and relax, he'd been laying down and now had a small male, maybe...two or three foot smaller then himself trying to cuddle with him, while the rest of his village most assuredly...had other plans for his scaley hide. He shut his eyes and put an arm around the young man, this must have made Veran happy, because he started to purr, the dragon thought.
They stayed like this for several hours, the smaller male speaking in his native language, going on and on about something or other, the dragon had no idea, but he listened, it seemed the young male needed someone to listen, and being a prisoner, the youth must've thought the dragon had no where to go. He could smell many scents on this young fellow, some female, some....not female, none of the scents flattering, and for the most part, obvious what they'd done with the young male. He tightened his arm around the young male, making him murr or purr, whatever noise he made, louder. Veran nuzzled into the dragons neck again, and whispered quietly "Dragon" and smiled, before he kissed the dragons neck and slowly stood up, sneaking around the side of the village to not be noticed.
The next day was much the same, the female brought another stack of meats, with the same odor and he devoured almost a fourth before she left with the guards and he tossed it over the side, it was no question now. They had intended on drugging him with dragonsbane, and fattening him up with the meats, his lifespan was most assuredly going to be shorter then what he intended, unless he started formulating a escape plan, if his wing wasn't strained, he could break the metal bonds effortlessly and just fly away. But it wasn't, and there was little else he could do.
After nearly a week, of the same routine, get fed, dispose of most of it, lay around and listen to the others shout and bellow orders, the terrified look of males as females would approach, and drag them off. The return of Veran, each evening, they'd lay together in the cool night air, the young male speaking for hours and hours in his language, the dragon, never understanding a single word. He must've wanted the dragon for more then a willing ear, as each evening, the male would press close, his back to the dragons chest, with the males rear pressed against the dragons groin, and always, Verans little stub tail would wag profusely when the dragon hugged him close.
It made him smile each evening, when Veran came to see him, though neither understood one another, it was the simple comfort of anothers presence that was all either really needed. Love was likely not felt on either side, just the need for companionship. It was a mutual feeling, the dragon thought, but he could never understand the males words, perhaps it was so much more to Veran, then it was for himself.
The following evening, when he waited anxiously for Veran to arrive, the guards came over and inspected his restraints, he'd taken care not to tug too heavily on them, lest he give away that he wasn't eating his meals, and aware of their plans, once they were satisfied, they went back to their posts, and Veran didn't show up that evening, he started to fear the worst, what if they'd caught him coming over, and thought he was freeing the dragon, or perhaps they'd thought he was doing something else, and were punishing him.
A pang of guilt hit the dragon, the young male had only wanted comfort, and someone to hold him, the dragon knew that feeling all too well, and was agitated that they'd punish the male, he'd wait for tomorrow and if Veran didn't show up, he was going to try and find him. He shut his eyes that evening, having a somewhat restless sleep.
The dawn broke with it's usual banter, the beasts changing shifts, the sickening laughter from them filling the air, he kept his eyes shut as he heard them doing something in the middle of town, and he was fairly sure what they were doing. He kept silent and faked being asleep for most of the day, knowing by now, that the dragonsbane in his system, should have him near death, if he'd ate it all like he had pretended to.
When dusk came, he kept his nose sniffing lightly, waiting for Verans scent to approach, he was relieved when he did, and he looked over, the young male didn't look hurt, till he came closer, and the dragon saw the bruises, busted lip, blackened eye. The scent of another male was all over Veran, covering him, and hiding his own faint musk, the dragon had a good idea what had happened now. Veran ran to him, not even caring if anyone saw him this time, it seemed, as he pressed close to the dragons warm scales, the dragon in turn hugging the male, holding him tightly, and nuzzling the top of his head.
Verans tears soon stopped flowing and he began to murr lightly again, the dragons claws gently raking down the males back, and Veran moved to sit into the dragons lap, while the male had a large amount of awe for the dragon, he no longer feared him. The thought of that making the dragon feel better, as he gave the male a soft squeeze, he smiled and Veran leaned back slowly, looking at the dragon, then, down.
The dragon wasn't sure what Veran was thinking but, when he felt the paw moving down his chest to his garment, it was all too clear, the dragon thrummed in his chest softly, and with the guards under the impression he was unconscious, they'd not posted guards tonight, giving the dragon the impression, that tomorrow would be his last sunrise.
He stayed as silent as he could, before he felt the young paw unclasping his leather belt that held his loincloth on, his own musk was fairly strong by this point, having no access to a bath, or water aside from what little he was offered. The young male let out a delighted whimper, and his muzzle delved between the dragons thighs, causing him to moan quietly, and spread his legs apart.
The young muzzle didn't know where to begin, but started around his heavy scaled orbs. Dragging his tongue over them and collecting the salty taste that had gathered down there, the dragon, having not had any attention in this manner for...many days, leaned back, placing his palms down. His sheath giving up it's thick contents eagerly, the red arousal pushing upwards and laying against his stomach as the smaller male licked and suckled at his seedmakers, making the dragon squirm lightly.
The dragon coo'ed softly and looked down at the smaller male, smiling, before his claw gently stroked his headfur, Veran looked up and blushed heavily, seeing the dragons arousal hanging so heavily over his stomach. He swallowed and leaned forward, letting his smooth tongue trail from the lip of the dragons sheath, upwards to the crown, where his lips parted further and the warm muzzle started to engulf the dragons arousal, he hissed softly and stroked his claws over the back of Verans head.
The younger male was eager to please this dragon, his muzzle taking as much of the dragons lenth as he could, before he leaned back, then forward, sending little shivers of pleasure through the dragon, making him groan and writhe faintly. It only took a few moments, before the dragon was panting, with Verans paws on his lenth, stroking up from the base, to where his lips could reach, then back down, getting the dragons hips to lift time to time, he wasn't going to last, if this was how things were going to be, the dragon reached down, and cupped the males chin, pushing him away slowly.
Veran whimpered and looked up at the dragon, confused. The dragon smiled and reached over unclasping the furry males own loincloth and smiling, as he stroked a claw over his rear. Veran understood immediately and blushed, removing his garments and pressing close to the dragon again, pressing his lips to the dragons own. His soft furred paws massaging and stroking the dragons neck and chest as he moved close, standing over the dragons arousal, before he moved to sit in the dragons lap. The dragons claws already holding his lenth upwards, so when Veran lowered himself, his lenth was gently nudging the males hidden tailbud.
Veran tensed up, and let out another whimper, the dragons free claw stroking the males side and rear, helping to calm him, it was a painful first step, but after Verans soft whimpers and the dragons faint growls of pleasure, his arousal had started to fill the younger males rear, with the dragon holding his lower half, Veran all but surrendered, letting the dragons strenth decide how fast his rear was used for the dragons pleasure.
It wasn't long at all, before both males were moaning quietly, the dragons arms guiding Veran up and down his turgid arousal, as it disappered into the furry crevice and sunk into the smaller males body. Veran, his paws gripping the sides of the dragons neck as he licked and kissed at the dragons snout, softly groaning with each movement, and his own arousal, bouncing with each press of dragon shaft, inside of him.
Veran was the first to tense up, and let out a restrained howl of pleasure, into the crook of the dragons neck and shoulder, hot spurts of seed erupting against the dragons chest and stomach. The dragon, driven by his need for release, pulled Veran further down, pushing his member further into the spasming male, growling and groaning, nearly to the hilt, before he tensed and held Veran tightly. The smaller male whimpering submissively, as hot pusles of dragon seed flooded his rear, marking him as claimed territory, much like what the dragon assumed had happened the day before.
Both males sat in the warm afterglow of release, the dragons claws gently rubbing up and down Verans back. He smiled and kissed the furred male softly, before slowly lifting Veran, who pushed the dragons attempts away, resigning himself to having the male in his lap, he went to lay on his side, and the smaller male shifted around, so his back was against the dragons chest again, and his rear pushed firmly down around the lenth, wanting to keep the feeling of warmth and the dragons show of affection within himself, at least for tonight.
The dawn came earlier then expected the next day, shouts and angry barks of hate filled the air when the dragon felt himself stirring, he awoke with Veran still in his lap, his arm around the smaller male protectively, he looked over and noticed several females and males all with spears and and bows at the ready. Veran stirred soon after and whimpered, he looked at the dragon then at the two dozen others of his race, shouting something, which most of the males gasped at, and the females glared hatefully.
The dragon had a good idea of what was said, and knew Veran would be killed after he was, he looked at the gathering, then at Veran, he leaned down and kissed Verans forehead, whispering softly "I'll protect you little on" he slowly pulled himself from Veran, while not fully hard, he was still somewhat unsheated inside of him. He slowly got up and shook his back and muscles, most of the females seemed unhappily shocked by this, and gripped their weapons tighter as he growled, he stood up on his hind legs, and stretched, the chains snapping harmlessly and dangling from the manicles around his wrists and halfway down his tail.
He turned to Veran and offered his claw, then looked out over the nearby cliffs edge, Veran looked to teh dragon then the cliff. He smiled, before turning to the rest of his village, shouting something in their language, before he took the offered claw, and pressed close to the dragon. Both smiling softly as the dragon picked up the younger male, and started for the cliff, the females screaming as several arrows and spears were thrown, the arrows hitting his scales bounced off harmlessly, and the spears whizzing past on either side of him, he lept from the cliff and spread his wings.
Veran smiled and nuzzled close against the dragons chest as he felt the air rising around them, he looked at the dragon and hugged tightly, trusting him completely. When the dragons visage turned from one of joy, to one of dread, and fear, Veran was worried. He looked at the dragon, then at his wing, one was fully extended, and the other, wasn't moving hardly at all. Veran understood the implications, and whimpered, but pressed tightly still, at least he was with his dragon.
The dragon shut his eyes, feeling the wind ripping past them, it would only be a matter of moments before they ran out of sky to fall from. He looked at Veran and shut his eyes "Forgive me Veran....there is no other way" he whispered, and rolled his weight, letting his back aim downward, as he looked into Verans eyes, a soft smile, as tears welled in his eyes, he squeezed Veran tightly then released him, a orange glow encompassing the male as they fell. He watched Veran's eyes, terrified as he was released, and he smiled at the male "The love of a dragon...is not without it's price" he smiled still, trying not to cry, he didn't want Veran to remember him crying.
Veran sat by the dragons side, crying his eyes out, the dragons eyes left open in a sickening look of death, his body in a odd contortion as he'd hit the ground, Veran knew little of things outside of his village, and certainly had no idea what the dragon had said, but his safe landing by the dragons dying body, covered by the orange haze that soon dissipated as soon as his feet touched solid ground told him all he needed to know. He held the dragons claw and cried still, watching the life slowly drain away from the male that had saved him from his village, and from his eventual death, for bedding the dragon the night before.
Veran knew he had to leave, it would take the village at least a day to go around the valley and get to where they were, and he didn't have time to properly bury the dragon, or do anything to spare him the fate that he knew the village would do to the dragon, he had nothing with him, not even a stitch of clothing. He hugged the dragons maw, before turning and running down the valley, away from where he knew his kind would come from, going to fully use the gift the dragon had died, to give him, and live his life, in the dragons memory.