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All was silent except for a cool breeze rustling the leaves and whistling through the rocks like a ghostly serenade. The night sky was lit with the two moons and speckles of stars, but the canopy above left nothing but darkness beneath.

Storm trailed along a cliff face with his eyes, ears, and nose working in unison as he tracked down a wounded feral dragon. The dragon had overstepped his bounds after attempting to steal livestock and injuring two of Storm's tribesmen in the process.

The half-dragon's steps were soft and calculated like a trained hunter, with his handpaw grasping the hilt of his long falchion firmly, ready for action at a moment's notice. Having a vast majority of draconic traits, his eyes were almost as perceptive in the darkness as a feral dragon. He could see the faint, glistening globs of thick red dragon blood leading him to his target. With how the blood-trail twisted and turned, it looked like the dragon was stumbling blindly through the undergrowth whilst following the cliffside to keep him oriented.

Storm had wounded the dragon's wings himself so it couldn't fly. Two of his warriors had injured it, too, before they nearly died by the dragon's fire. Storm commanded them to stay back to be healed while he hunted down the dragon himself. It was how he preferred hunting, so he could move undetected. They objected, of course, and demanded a hunting party went along with him. They didn't want their chieftain to fight a dragon on his own.

But Storm's pride growled at them to stay back--he would handle it himself. A young, injured dragon wouldn't be difficult to handle. Young dragons were only twice a half-dragon's size, which was nothing compared to some of the adults he had fought before.

He knew this forest like the back of his paw. Moving through it was easy, but in order to keep silent he crouched down low and crept forward through the brush. He knew the dragon would either succumb to its wounds or try hiding somewhere until he healed enough to continue. Faintly, he could smell the scent of blood drifting in the wind. He followed it while peering through the darkness, listening.

It was eerily silent, save for the wind rustling through the trees. All of the animals had been scared off, so it was just Storm and the dragon. The thought occurred to him that perhaps he was being hunted himself. Maybe the dragon wasn't alone or it was leading him right where it wanted. Dragons were highly intelligent creatures; perhaps he underestimated it.

Ahead, Storm heard a pained wheezing and a deep, rumbling groan. Between the trees, he could barely see the dragon supporting itself against a rock. It looked like it could go no further and had given up hope.

He cautiously crept forward and hid behind a tree and waited for the dragon to make a move, but the minutes quickly passed until he had waited for nearly half-an-hour without any progress; it was time to end it.

Storm stepped out of the brush with his weapon drawn, the dragon's blood already staining the edge of it. As he approached, the dragon's head turned--its eyes were slashed open, and blood was dripping down his snout. It couldn't see him.

The dragon spoke to him in its native language, a low, guttural sound. Storm couldn't understand it, but just from body language alone he knew it had given up. He was ready to end its life as it exposed its neck to him, but the longer he waited the sicker in his stomach he felt.

There was a certain thrill he loved when it came to fighting, but he never enjoyed killing. This wasn't even a fight anymore. He lowered his sword and looked over his enemy. Multiple sword slashes cut deep into its forest-green hide, but none of them looked fatal. The wounds at his eyes and wings were the most devastating. Storm knew that this dragon would never fight again; it wouldn't cause any more harm to his people. He could kill it for its resources: its strong hide that could be made into armor, its teeth and claws that could turn into weapons, and its blood that's said to have alchemical properties. But Storm decided it wasn't worth it and wiped the blood off of his sword, sheathed it, and turned away.

The dragon said something again, this time it sounded more threatening. It desperately wanted Storm to finish the job. He shook his head and kept walking. Snarling growls bellowed like a vicious animal, but neither the dragon nor Storm budged.

He thought that maybe he should end its suffering, that he was making the wrong decision. But he shook his head again and ignored the dragon to return home. What a waste of time.

Storm threw open the fur flap to his plank house and stormed inside. Only his concubine, Wave, remained during the night, and he was sitting at the table reading. His head jolted to attention as Storm took off the sheath at his back and threw his weapon against his throne-like chair in the center of his home. He unhooked the sheath for his dagger at his thigh too and chucked that next to his sword.

The house only had a single chamber; there were no walls or rooms. Dim orange-glowing crystals provided enough light to see. It was larger than most houses in the tribe, and it was made from wood unlike most other houses that were either tents or made from flimsy materials.

Before he even sat down on a stool, Wave was ready to tend to him with a bucket of steaming water and soap. The skinny blue half-dragon was always prepared for any mood Storm was in, and he was very thankful for that. Wave knew that, even when Storm didn't show it.

"Are you hurt at all?" he asked worriedly and dipped a rag in the water. He knelt down beside Storm and gently cleaned the splatters of blood from his ruby-red scales. He was dressed in just a loincloth and looked like he had been staying up all night waiting for Storm to come home; his eyes were tired and normally he didn't dress down until it was time for bed. The soft, wet cloth bumped against Storm's black-studded scales along his shoulders before it went up his neck. Wave had the gentlest touch that could sooth Storm's temper. He dabbed at Storm's pebbly face and wiped it clean.

Storm grumbled and shook his head. He almost wished he had an injury just so he brought something back. He had no trophy or wounds to prove his trial of combat; all he brought back was the blood of a dragon he didn't kill.

"What happened?" Dragon blood stained the rag and made the water in the bucket start to turn red as Wave dipped the cloth back in. Storm's golden eyes looked down at Wave with a soft expression as he took off his fur sashes around his chest. He pulled off Storm's bracer too and undressed him down to his girdle with linens that draped over his rear end.

"A young dragon tried to steal some of our cows. It injured two of our warriors before it fled, and I hunted it down." Storm's lengthy tail twitched behind him.

Wave winced as Storm turned his back to him so he could clean his scales. "It was a fire-breather?" he asked. Storm turned his head around and saw that his dark-red scales were a solid black, charred.

"You don't have to worry, Wave. I'm Fireborn, remember? Fire doesn't hurt me." Storm's family had a long lineage with inherited traits passed down from the ages, and some believe they were born from the gods or demigods. A Fireborn's egg was hatched in the hottest blazes of fire. Their deep-red scales were impervious to the heat, including a feral dragon's fire-breath.

"It's still painful and you know it," he retorted and wiped away the soot from his back. "At least none of the blood is yours." He cleaned every inch of Storm's back until his curly, black tattoo was visible again. It stretched from the top of his back to the bottom before it wrapped around his waist and slightly down his thighs. Black, studded scales covered his shoulders and the middle of his back.

Then, Wave started cleaning down Storm's bare chest. His underbelly was a slightly lighter red than the rest of his body and had smooth, plate-like scales that ran all the way down his tail. Storm watched in silence and enjoyed having his concubine tend to each and every part of his body. As he cleaned lower and lower, Storm's rage and frustration had nearly satiated itself.

"Did you... kill it?" Wave used a cleaner rag to finish cleaning Storm's torso. He looked up into Storm's eyes and slipped off his girdle, leaving just his loincloth. His touch trailed down Storm's thighs and to his footpaws to clean them of the built-up grime. He pulled off Storm's leather anklets and set them aside with the rest of his clothes.

Storm's face wrinkled. "No." He lifted his footpaws into the air and let Wave clean each of his dirty toes and claws that had been soiled with mud. Storm admired Wave's smooth, navy-blue scales. He wasn't a very masculine dragon, at least he didn't look much like any of Storm's warriors, but that was what he liked about him. He was a scholar who gladly served his chieftain. And, he was someone that didn't mind being submissive, so he was easy to control. Storm liked that.

When Wave finished, he put the rag in the bucket and looked up at Storm with a smile. Storm grinned back. He liked feeling clean. Without all that filth built on and beneath in his scales, his movements felt smoother. And most of all, he enjoyed having Wave clean him. It meant that his touch would travel all over his body. Using the bucket and a rag wasn't nearly as good as his baths, but still very calming and relaxing.

The hungry look in Storm's golden eyes must have caught Wave's attention. Wave scooted closer in front of Storm and put his handpaws on his waistline. Storm kept his legs spread apart and sat back on the stool as the blue dragon slipped off his loincloth and exposed his genital slit and drooping orbs between them. He sat naked in front of his consort, grinning horn to horn. Lust started stirring in his loins almost immediately while he watched Wave's eyes stare at his exposed gender.

Over time, Wave became increasingly more confident with Storm. Like now, he sometimes took the initiative after analyzing what sort of mood Storm was in. When Wave's smaller handpaw touched and caressed his orbs, Storm felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. All of his burdens and frustrations fell off his shoulders as Wave groped and felt his soft nethers.

He smiled down at Wave and watched him fondle his balls. "I gave the dragon a chance to survive. It was blind and bleeding profusely. I don't know if it'll make it through the night, but I couldn't bring myself to kill it when it was defenseless."

"I think you made the right decision," Wave said and gave his testicles a firm but gentle squeeze. "You don't have to kill everything."

Storm rumbled in agreement and elicited a soft groan. "That feels good, Wave," he encouraged and let his burdens fall from his shoulders. His soft paw cupped around Storm's balls and rubbed them to coax out his member. Storm's tapered tip poked from his slit as his flesh swelled and engorged with blood. His tapered head slipped free while his ridged shaft erected.

Wave leaned forward and gave Storm's bulbous tip a tender kiss before his tongue bathed it in hot saliva. Storm clenched his toes and gave a low, rumbling moan as Wave buried his blue muzzle between his thighs and eagerly licked his growing cock. It swelled rapidly from his slit until the young dragon was slathering his tongue up and down Storm's twitching, thick shaft. From the thick end of his flesh to the tip, Wave didn't leave a single spot untouched.

"Rwrrrrr... That tongue of yours..."

"Mmm, you like it?" He swirled it around Storm's sensitive head, rousing a few pleasured moans from him. It was just long enough to curl around the tip and give it a firm squeeze before sliding down further as Wave parted his lips.

"Ahh... Ooh, yes!" Then, Wave went down on Storm's flesh and pursed his soft lips around its thickness as each inch slid deeper and deeper. He rested his handpaws on Storm's waistline and shut his eyes as he sucked on his cock that was half-buried in his muzzle. He swallowed around it while trying to work it past his gag reflex, causing several waves of blissful pleasure to course through Storm's body.

Storm watched Wave's muzzle work his shaft back and forth now and kept moaning his encouragement while rubbing the back of his head with a paw. His muzzle was hot, wet, and rubbing against his flesh in all the perfect ways. The hard roof of Wave's mouth pressed firmly against his tip before soft, squishy throat muscles started squeezing around it. Storm's cock pulsed and spurted pre from its tip that was lost in Wave's perfect maw.

"Gwrrrrmmm... You're going to make me cum already," Storm said.

Wave purred and slowly pulled his maw away, several strings of pre and saliva clinging to his lips before he licked them away. He straddled Storm's lap to face him. His handpaws gently caressed Storm's broad, tattooed chest and rubbed his smooth scales. He scooted his body against Storm's until sky-blue chest scales rubbed against red underbelly scales. Storm's cock was twitching wildly between his legs while he rumbled with pleasure and grasped Wave's taught rump to give it tender squeezes and to pull him closer. Wave felt so skinny and light against him.

"Ooh, Storm," Wave cooed and twined their tails together.

Leaning in for a kiss, Wave tilted his head to the side, shut his eyes, and wrapped his forearms around the larger, muscular dragon. Storm pulled the younger dragon against him and caressed his smooth back while delving into their kiss. His erection poked into blue scales and oozed pre that smeared across them. Storm's handpaws traced up and down Wave's back and flanks before groping his rump and taking off his last garment. He tossed it to the side and took a shuddering breath as he looked down to see Wave's cock twitching. It wasn't very large, but that didn't matter to Storm. What mattered was that Wave enjoyed this as much as he did.

Wave smiled with a soft blush and scooted back enough so he could reach down and rub Storm's needy flesh. Slick saliva and pre coated his flesh while his soft paws caressed it up and down. Storm groaned and let his paws glide across Wave's back as he sensually kissed his exposed neck. Wave's scent filled his nostrils as he sniffed and huffed while doting his neck. Their warm, naked bodies melded together perfectly, colors of blue and red. A soft huff escaped the blue dragon's lips, which riled up Storm's arousal.

"Gwrrrr, I want you," Storm growled lustfully and firmly grasped Wave's slick cock as he came onto him. Lust, arousal, and pleasure warmed his body and burned his face as he breathed into Wave's sensitive neck. Wave's musky scent was never as strong as his, but when he did smell it, it made Storm's head swim with excitement. He traced his tongue up and down Wave's neck while stroking the blue dragon off. Sometimes his handpaw would slip beneath and grope his orbs to squeeze and feel them.

"Mmmm, Storm... Ooooh, that... that feels nice." Wave rubbed his muzzle against Storm's head to coo and moan his encouragement into his ear. His words were always so tender and loving that Storm could hardly contain himself.

"Rrrwrrrr, I want you badly," he groaned and suddenly picked up Wave and carried him over to the table. He slid a few things out of the way and knocked other things off with a clutter as he laid Wave down with his back flat against the table. The smaller dragon sprawled out against the wood with his legs spread and his smooth, naked body exposed.

"S-Storm, those were my--aaaah!" Storm lined up his cock with Wave's tailhole and thrust into him. He felt his tight muscles spread apart and clench down on his flesh strongly as he slipped inside. "Ooh, gods! Mmmfff..." His hind legs wrapped around Storm's back while the red dragon pinned his forearms down against the table above his head and started humping him. Storm loved having power, and he was glad Wave enjoyed being dominated. It stirred his lusts to have the smaller drake pinned beneath him while he thrust hard into his warm, soft passage.

"Rwrrrr, that's it, whelp," Storm rumbled. Wave's muscles squeezed around his flesh, tightening and flexing each time he pushed in and pulled out. The ridges on the top side of his cock rubbed against his pucker while his thick base threatened to push inside with each thrust. The table rocked and creaked as Storm took his concubine roughly.

Talons dug into the wooden floorboards as Storm humped the young dragon. He gripped his wrists firmly and kept them pinned above his head while his balance leaned over Wave's naked body. Wave grunted and sucked in deep breaths as his chief rutted him relentlessly, rocking his body back and forth against the table. Storm sometimes worried that he was too rough with Wave, and that he didn't know his own strength, but the blue dragon seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

He glanced down as saw pre oozing from Wave's throbbing and bouncing cock, and then he looked up and saw the pleasured snarl on his face as a moan escaped his lips. Wave loved the rough play, and that encouraged Storm further. His thrusts would slam into the smaller dragon and thrust the thick base of his shaft inside while his large orbs slapped against Wave's tailbase.

"Oooh, yes!" Wave moaned. Storm lustfully licked Wave's neck as the blue dragon eagerly exposed his naked body to him, enjoying being pinned by the larger male. His soft, clenching walls tugged on his flesh with each pass, and more pre spilled into his rump to ease his thrusts. Storm could hear the wet smacking and squelching sounds each time he pushed in and out.

"Grwwarrrrr!" Storm grunted and groaned along with his lover. His thrusts gained momentum and audibly smacked against Wave's rump. His entirety slipped in and out of his tight passage as their bodies rocked together. Storm leaned over the table while still pinning Wave's arms above his head. He humped the smaller dragon nonstop, taking him against the hard wood, and his orgasm drew closer.

Hot, rough sex was his favorite. To bury his hard, throbbing cock into someone as tight and soft as Wave was exhilarating. It was as if their bodies melded together perfectly. Each thrust was an expression of how much Storm craved Wave's body, how much he lusted for it and desired to release.

Storm let out his pent-up frustrations and worked himself toward his orgasm. He used his muscles to pin and rut his consort, a steady source of pure ecstasy that distracted him from his stress and burdens. He pounded against him relentlessly and loved how loose Wave had become. Such a smooth, soft passage...

Wave cried out his bliss between heavy pants and gasps for breath. He was used to Storm's roughness by now and loved every moment of it. His gaping hole was easy to slip into, and Storm's slit patted against the base of his tail, his entirety filling him. Pre oozed onto his belly scales, drizzling from his twitching tip in thick strands; Storm knew he was close too.

But he didn't realize how close.

"Aaaah! S-Storm... A-aaah!" Wave's tight muscles clenched even tighter around Storm's cock and began flexing and squeezing harder than before. Hot ropes of seed spilled onto Wave's chest as he came hard, spewing his cum all over him. Some jets lanced across Storm's underbelly scutes and oozed down his scales too. Wave's moans were lost in his throat as he struggled to breathe between the warm, blissful throes of his orgasm.

Storm kept humping him hard and tugged his thick cock out of Wave's pulsing tailhole. Wave's orgasm added to the warm ball of ecstasy building in his loins. It rapidly grew until he couldn't hold it back anymore and shoved his entirety into his concubine, pressing slit to tailhole. Storm growl-moaned his pleasure into Wave's chest as he reached his climax. His cock spasmed and pulsated while it spilled thick ropes of his warm cum inside Wave's quivering passage.

Storm let go of Wave's wrists and set his handpaws squarely on the table to keep his balance while lustfully grinding his throbbing cock inside him. He shut his eyes and elicited his pleasure through soft growls as it quickly washed over him and soon dissipated with the last of his spilled seed that filled Wave's passage.

As Storm's body lowered, Wave cooed softly to him and wrapped both his arms and legs around his muscular body. His handpaws rubbed his tight shoulder blades and slowly trailed down his muscular back and down to his rump. With a firm squeeze, he gently pulled Storm up onto the table with him while massaging his taught haunches. Storm brought his knees up to the table as Wave's body twined with his.

"Mmmm..." Storm grinned and laid his body on top of Wave, cuddling him on the table while they enjoyed the afterglow together. They kissed as Storm pulled out with a squelch. Wave groaned and released a breath.

"That was wonderful, Storm," he said softly after their lips separated. "You must have been pent up."

"Something like that," he mused. "And you always know how to get me riled up."

Wave smiled brightly and trailed a claw across his chest. "We both know it's not that hard."

Storm kissed down his neck and roused a soft moan from Wave's lips. "Mmmm... Why don't we move to somewhere more comfortable?"

"Good idea. My back is rather sore now."

Storm chuckled and lifted Wave up and carried him to the bed before setting him down on his back again and resuming their intimate cuddling. It wasn't long after that drowsiness settled in both of them, so they fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Oooh... That's it, Wave," Storm encouraged. He held Wave's hips and watched them twist, turn, and gyrate with his cock buried inside his rump. The smaller dragon eagerly rode his chief on his throne. His soft, warm passage clenched around his flesh that rubbed against his stretched walls.

"Rwrrrrr... Storm... You feel so big..." Wave was eye-level with the red dragon and panting between his soft moans of pleasure.

Storm knew Wave was always nervous when his servants were around, so he wore his loincloth to help cover his rear end from view while he took his chief. Lifting the front cloth aside, Storm took Wave's cock in his handpaw and started to stroke him off, which drew a shuddering gasp from his lips as he closed his eyes. Wave slowly moved his hips up and down and let Storm's thickness slide in and out of him. They both lost themselves in pleasure, ignoring the few servants that were around cleaning.

"Ahem. Chief, you are needed. Now," a feminine voice curtly stated from the doorway and interrupted them.

Storm grumbled and released a held breath. "How urgent is this?" he asked and peeked around Wave. He could feel his length throbbing inside him, needing release as the young drake stopped moving.

"Very urgent," she growled. It was one of his best warriors, Thryssa, a green-scaled dragoness about his age. She wore tattoos like Storm's, except hers were small, black stripes on her limbs, and each one of them represented a kill. She had a lot of stripes. "We have a wounded feral just outside of the village."

"Give me a moment to get ready," Storm said and had Wave climb off of him; his hard cock slipped out and bobbed around as he moved to grab his loincloth and put it on, though that hardly helped cover his jutting, raging erection. Wave looked very embarrassed and turned his front end away. Storm didn't care either way. He quickly through on leather leggings that covered his thighs but didn't bother with a shirt.

He grabbed his sword, strapped it around his back, and joined Thryssa as he led him to the outskirts of town. Overhead, the sun shone down on them and baked the earth in its hot rays. A steady breeze relieved them of the heat while speckles of light clouds moved in from the west. The village wasn't very large; it housed nearly two thousand tribesmen, and the vast majority of them were warriors.

They took to a light jog to get there faster. He noticed her stealing many glances before his flesh completely softened, and he bet she was remembering when they had laid together--on multiple occasions. Storm almost regretted those times, but he did enjoy them.

The village was set on several hills that broke free from the luscious forests surrounding it. Storm's house was built on the largest hill near the top. This tribe had been around for centuries and survived countless attacks from dragons, humans, and other tribes that tried to raid them for supplies.

Their short journey was silent, and before long a crowd came into view. Past that were about ten warriors with spears pointing at a feral dragon that could barely stand straight, the same dragon from the previous night.

Its green hide was covered in dirt and grime as well as dried blood. Storm couldn't believe it was alive. One golden eye peered at him as he stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. It appeared that the diagonal slash on its eyes had only sliced open the dragon's brow; the other eye still couldn't see anything. Heavy, ragged breathing filled the silence while Storm's people looked at him for an answer.

And truthfully, he didn't know what to say. Why would the dragon come back?

Its low, rumbling voice broke the silence, speaking in its native language. It spoke directly to Storm. He cautiously stepped forward. Though the dragon was wounded, all it took was one unsuspected strike to kill him. A dragon's claws could easily tear open his hide and rip deep into his flesh.

"What do you want, beast?" Storm asked.

It returned with another guttural growl.

"We do not speak your language," he stated with the wave of his arms. He doubted the dragon would speak their language either, but yet it seemed to understand that neither of them would understand each other because it took a claw and pointed it at Storm. Then, it touched its paw to its breast and bowed its head in what Storm presumed to be a gesture of respect.

Storm furrowed his brow curiously and looked to a warrior on his right, a brown and cream colored dragon named Blaze. Like Thryssa, he was one of Storm's best soldiers: loyal and trustworthy. "Fetch me every healer that's available."

"For a dragon?"

"Yes! Now go," he commanded. He looked into the dragon's one golden eye and stepped closer until he reached out the hand that was grasping his sword. The dragon studied him before pressing the tip of its snout into the palm of Storm's paw. Storm smiled and rubbed the softer, pebbly scales of its nose.

Storm had never been this close to a living feral dragon before that he wasn't trying to kill. He had hunted them in his earlier years and took a tooth from each one as a trophy to wear as a necklace. Now, he had five hanging around his neck of varying sizes, and he wondered if the dragon would notice or not. Back home, he had a set of light-weighing armor made from red and black dragon scales, as well as several daggers crafted from adult dragon teeth.

As healers started to arrive, he had the dragon lie on its side. He tried to tell it that they were here to help him, but it was proving more difficult than he first thought. They had to pin its limbs down, and it didn't like that. But eventually, he managed to calm the dragon down and have it let the healers patch him up, using herbs, salves, and bandages. There were many open wounds on its body that oozed puss and partially scabbed over.

The crowd dispersed the longer it took, but the warriors dutifully remained; some of them lowered their guard and others didn't. Storm sat cross-legged next to the dragon's head and gently stroked its snout to distract it while the healers worked. It really seemed to appreciate that, but Storm couldn't tell for certain.

Eventually, Wave wandered out to see the commotion. He was dressed in a fur vest and a girdle with linens that covered his thighs while his loincloth covered his gender. Storm could tell he was nervous about coming near the dragon.

"Are you still embarrassed about earlier?" Storm asked and grinned as Wave sat next to him.

"A-a little, yes," he admitted. "Thryssa didn't seem very happy about it."

"She's just jealous. We'll have to finish what we started later," he suggested and flashed a smile. In public, Storm never showed affection to Wave, despite most of the tribe knowing that they spent almost all of their nights together. And now that Thryssa caught them in the act, Storm was sure it would only reinforce the idea that they were together. Which, he didn't know if they were or not. He really liked Wave and cared for him, but it didn't feel like they were supposed to be mates. It was an uncertain feeling he had, but one that didn't really matter.

"How is he doing?" Wave asked.

"He?"

"Yes, the dragon, lame-tail."

"I guess he is doing fine," Storm answered. The dragon's eyes were closed and he was fast asleep after finally succumbing to sedation. The healers were working diligently: all of his wounds were cleaned, and nearly all of the minor ones were sewn shut. "How did you know its gender?"

Wave rolled his eyes. "They share a lot of the same traits as us, you know. If you couldn't tell from his cheek spikes, broader head and chest, and thick, muscular limbs, then you could have at least looked at his balls."

Storm peeked over the dragon's body and saw a heavy pair of drooping orbs and a thick sheath between his legs. "I suppose you're right... Never thought to look."

"I'm surprised," Wave teased. He reached a handpaw out and touched the dragon too.

Storm smirked at him. "You know I don't care about gender."

"I suppose that's true," Wave replied. "Why do you think he came back?"

Storm scrunched his brow. "I'm not sure. He's indebted to me, I think. Or at least he thinks so."

"That or he just wants to be fed," Wave said and pointed at the dragon's lean, forest-green body. "It looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks, which must be why he was so desperate to steal food."

"I'll make sure he gets a good meal when he wakes up," Storm said.

"You're going to let him stay?"

He nodded. "He's big, but he'll fit if we widen the doorway a bit. It'll only be temporary. If he stays for a while, we'll build a tent for him to sleep in."

"He's going to sleep with us?" Wave asked dubiously. "You know how our kind feels about wild dragons..."

"They're just animals," Storm stated. "They're no different than having a wolf or panther as a pet."

Wave shook his head. "They have their own language, culture, and society. Given, most ferals prefer to live alone or with a mate and their brood, but somewhere there are villages just like ours. Maybe even cities."

Storm glanced at him. "How do you know that?"

"I've read a lot about them," he answered. "I have several books regarding feral dragons."

"Can you understand their language?"

"Well... no, not really, but I do have a book."

"Can you learn it?" Storm asked.

Wave nodded dutifully. "I will see what I can do, but it's not going to be a quick and easy process."

The sun slowly descended over the western forest and cast a warm, orange glow over the sky. The healers had nearly finished their precise work and patched up every single wound. Onlookers occasionally passed by while ten warriors stood guard around the dragon--in spite of Storm telling them it was completely safe. They didn't agree, and neither did his two loyal followers, Thryssa and Blaze. They talked amongst themselves with scowls across their muzzles, which perturbed Storm greatly.

Wave returned home and grabbed his book to start reading while he waited with Storm. Storm stayed in the area, often sitting next to the dragon, and made sure no harm would come to him. Half-dragons and ferals had a long history of violence and hatred towards another, and for most of his life, Storm had hunted them for the thrill and game. When he saw the dragon wounded and suffering, when he had given up and exposed his neck to Storm, he realized that there was more to their kind than just trophies.

When the dragon woke again, all of the healers were gone, and half the guards remained. A slain cow lay in front of him, which he ravenously tore into. Then he guzzled down the trough of water and exhaled, satisfied.

The night sky was just beginning to show itself as flecks of dim stars spilled over the horizon. The dragon stirred and groaned in pain as it climbed back to all-fours. Storm smiled and touched his hand to his snout and gestured for him to follow.

They walked through the village with warriors following suit. Thryssa approached Storm and laid a hand on his shoulder. "You cannot be serious," she hissed quietly. Wave was walking behind the dragon, so it was just her and Storm. "Do not let this beast stay here."

Storm growled back and smacked her arm away. "I will let him stay here as long as I deem necessary."

"You're growing soft," she said and jabbed a claw into his chest. "Your little lover has made you soft. Where are your clutches, Storm?" she snarled. "How are you going to be a good leader if you can't make any eggs!? You've had your fun with your play thing, and now you need to move on. Get rid of him and the dragon!"

Storm roared and bumped snouts with her as he bared his teeth and displayed his dominance. "Watch your tongue!"

"You used to be a vicious, emotionless warrior. You killed dragons for the thrill. You knew what you wanted and you took it. Now you're making decisions that don't get your hands dirty! You're letting your emotions control you because you're weak!"

She glared at him and met his threatening stance, though she was several inches shorter than him. Rage boiled inside Storm. He hadn't felt anger like this in a very long time. It took all of his restraint not to hit her, but thankfully she swung first.

He blocked her outward swing as it struck his forearm, and then he deflected a jab before twirling around and planting a kick square in her stomach. It sent her flying backwards and skidding across the dirt before she came to a stop and clutched her stomach. Her muzzle scrunched with pain as she tried gasping for breath. She didn't get back up.

Storm snorted air from his nostrils and glanced at Wave, who had a worried look in his eyes. Everyone around them stared in shock and uncertainty. Storm rolled his shoulders and exhaled before gesturing for the group to keep following him.

"Blaze, take care of her if she needs it." And those were the last spoken words until they reached his home. In a lot of tribes, it was natural for the best fighters to challenge their chieftain. Typically, whoever the winner was would be the chief until they were defeated. In Storm's tribe, no one dared to challenge him. Even his strongest warriors were scared of him because of the numerous times he had proven himself in combat. Considering that he just defeated his fourth strongest warrior in the matter of a second with one kick, he had protected his position. The whole village would know in a day.

Storm sent the guards home by his command, so they finally dispersed. He helped guide the dragon into his home, having him squeeze through the doorway. He fit surprisingly well, if not for his pained groans as he crouched low. Once inside, Wave quickly searched for some spare furs and bedding for the dragon so he could lie down. The dragon pressed his nose to his hand, which appeared to be a sign of thanks. He curled up on the other side of the house and rumbled approvingly as he shut his eyes.

"You're sure about this?" Wave asked. The dragon took up a lot of room, but it still left the two of them plenty of space. "Your warriors are already on edge..."

Storm grumbled and nodded as he flopped onto his bed and sighed.

"What did she say to you?" Wave undressed to his loincloth before he lay with Storm and pulled himself close as his arms wrapped over his almost-naked body. Their bare scales touched and Storm felt his consort's warmth radiating against him. What Thryssa said earlier repeated itself until he felt blood at his claw-tips. He had accidentally cut his hands.

"Nothing," he dismissed.

"Nothing?" Wave pressed. "You kicked her into the next century! She obviously said something."

Storm grumbled and turned his back to Wave. "I... I'll talk to you about it some other time."

That seemed to be enough to satisfy Wave's persistence for the moment. Storm felt Wave's underbelly pressing against his back as he hugged around him and held him closely. Warm, happier feelings spread throughout his body from his chest until he relaxed enough to fall asleep.