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Okay people, the recommended stories section is once again alive. So start recommending stories NOW! I really want to see my name up there somewhere, but if no one recommends stories, then that aint gonna happen. So get recommending now. And I'm going to keep repeating this until I see more stories get recommended.

And sorry for the wait for this chapter, but I am completely addicted to writing about Cindyr. The words just flow when I write that series. But with his one, I have to think on every word, because the plot is so damned twisting.

BTW people. I have something to say about chapter 16's comments. I know you all enjoyed it. 13 straight 5's means that not one of you thought it was unworthy of being put into an elite category. But the comments...only 1. I'm not complaining or anything. But if you want to see more totally yiffy chapters like that, you have to tell me. If you don't tell me what you want, I won't know what to write. And the strong message that the last chapter's comments sent me was that you all didn't enjoy it as much as the other chapters. Is that what you all wanted to convey? What I'm trying to say is, if you want to read more chapters like that one, then just put in a few words in the comments section. Something along the lines of 'More yiff! More!' is more than enough. Just so I know what you all want to read.

But...I'm willing to make allowances if you keyboard was a bit too...wet...at the time...

A tale of dragon's part 17

Brian awoke slowly, trying mightily to remember what had happened the night before. He had a feeling of total contention coursing through his body, and no idea ho it had gotten there.

He could feel Miralage draped across him, her head resting on his neck, her breath slowly playing across his skin, making him sigh contentedly.

He ran one of his hands slowly down her back, rubbing her silky scales, enjoying the simple sensation of rubbing such a marvellous creature, of feeling her scales against his bare body. He sighed happily, and then suddenly jerked fully awake.

Bare body?

Why was he naked? The memories of the previous night came back to him full force. The feeling of Miralage straddling him and rubbing herself slowly over him, the passion, the pure lust he felt as they shared mingled pleasure.

He stared at the still-sleeping dragon and wondered what he had done.

* * *

Out in the wilderness, two other creatures were awaking. Debri and Kershahk were slowly rousing from the deep slumber they had been having, each one reluctantly waking from dreams filled with the other.

Kershahk was the first to awaken, and stared at Debri for a few minutes, wondering just what was going on. He had never mated outside his own species before, and he was sure that the lycanthrope hadn't either. But there was something that attracted him to the sleek lycan, and he was sure that she felt the attraction just as strongly as he did.

He reached over and nuzzled her gently, making her open her eyes and stare at him,.

"Mmm...what a way to wake up..." She murred, suddenly reaching a paw and pulling him closer, kissing him passionately.

Kershahk gave a little start of surprise at the suddenness of it, but quickly relaxed, content to enjoy the impromptu kiss.

Debri broke the kiss, audibly murring with contention as her paw rested on his neck.

"Your skin feels so good." She commented.

Kershahk reached over and laid a hand on her shoulder, the claws slowly tracing through the fur. "And yourrr furrr isss comparrrably nice." He murmured in return.

She giggled softly and kissed him again. "Any ideas on what to do now?" She asked cutely.

"Well..." He started, an evil smile slowly stretching across his muzzle. "I was trrrying rrreally harrrd to rrrememberrr what happened lassst night...but my memorrry needs a little rrrefrrressshing..." He hissed slyly.

She pulled him closer, nibbling at his neck playfully before whispering, "And just what sort of refreshing did you have in mind...?"

"I wasss thiking sssomething like what happened lassst night would help rrrefrrresssh my memorrry rrrather well...don't you agrrree?" He hissed lightly, his paws [goddamn it! Paws, hands or claws all sound wrong!] down her shoulder to rub at her belly slowly, the muscles under the skin tensing and relaxing with the passage of his claws.

"Mmm...something a little like this?" She asked lustfully, sliding her paw down his abdomen and then lower. His length, already freed from his sheathe and starting to harden, was suddenly being assaulted by Debri's paw, the lycanthrope giving it little rubs across the head, and then sliding it slowly down the length, wrapping her paw around the base and starting to slowly pump her paw up and down, giving the now-gasping raptor the most wonderful hand job he had ever felt.

"Ahh..." He whistled, and smiled contentedly, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping him. "It's all coming back to me now..."

* * *

Matimura groaned weakly as he started to regain consciousness.

"Kylarrra!" A female voice called out. Matimura groaned again as the rolling and high pitch of the voice caused a headache to awake fully in his mind.

"Kylarrra! Yourrr prrrince isss awake! Wake up!" The voice said, and Matimura opened his eyes to inspect the speaker.

He gave a groan of apprehension as the world spun on its axis, whirling around him. He was completely overwhelmed by a sudden, extreme vertigo.

He quickly moved to the side of the bed, the rolling motion of the world threatening to throw him off balance as he threw up.

He wiped his mouth weakly, the tilting motion of the ground pushing him back onto his side. He closed his eyes and groaned as a soothing voice started to speak to him, and a reassuring weight settled onto the bed, a paw resting on his shoulder.

"Come on Matimura...you're better than this. Fight it down, turn around, look at me. You know me. You owe me a kiss for scaring me like that." The feminine voice said, holding a hint of 'or else'.

Matimura laughed weakly and tried to roll over. Kylara would always be Kylara.

He opened his eyes again, fixing on the black dragonet sitting in front of him, the wall behind her swirling and spinning in odd ways.

"Ugh. The world...it spins..." He commented, closing his eyes and reaching out, pulling his love closer and then basically using her as rather hard, scaly, but infinitely comfortable pillow.

Kylara sighed and rested her head on his neck, her tail curling around him protectively.

"Silly human. Do that again and I'll lock you in a room and put you at my mercy." Kylara murmured in his ear.

"I'm always at your mercy." Matimura commented, reaching up and stroking her neck softly.

She smiled and rubbed his chin reassuringly. "Just sleep..." She murmured, working a small spell to return him to blissful unconsciousness.

* * *

Skel was walking among the hastily erected tents of the camp. They had been put up in the shortest time possible, to provide protection from the elements after most of the tents had been burned to the ground in the attack.

He sighed wearily, wondering just what to do. Everyone had a love interest except him. De3bri had Kershahk, he had seen them walking off towards the forest the night before. Matimura had Kylara as a full mate, and Kerasaline was totally smitten with him as well. There was no female in the camp who really took his fancy. They were all just ditsy idiots who fawned over every male they saw, lifting their tails at the slightest hint of a male being attracted to them.

He sighed heavily again and slammed a clenched fist into a wooden stand, knocking it to the ground in a crash of wooden slats.

"Excussse me...I wasss wonderrring if thisss wasss wherrre I could sssign up forrr the arrrmy?" a soft, feminine voice asked.

Skel sighed again, and clenched his right fist again. Couldn't she see that he was pissed off! A gryphon in his position could turn on her and attack her without the slightest regret.

He turned to tell the female this, but stopped, his beak hanging open with shock as he observed the female.

She was beautiful. Simply put. She was rather small for a Gryphon, about the same size as Kerasaline, her feathers a jet-black colour, delicate yellow markings tracing across her head and neck, the tips of her wing feathers a red colour, crating a tableau of beauty. Skel was stunned. She was like n answer to his prayers.

But he knew it wouldn't last. As soon as he showed interest, she would be all over him. All the females did it. It was like a horrific curse.

"This is the army." Skel replied in a weary voice. "Although I don't see how you would be much use."

The words had barely left his beak when he was suddenly lifted off his feet and slammed right through a tent, rolling a few times, kicking up a spray of dirt and coming to rest on his side, the attractive female gryphon pinning him effortlessly.

She leaned in close and hissed dangerously. "Not much ussse?" She asked, her eyes flashing.

Skel gave a cry of pain as tears started to slip from his eyes. He tired to hide them, but was completely pinned by the female.

"It would ssseem that I am morrre manly than you arrre!" She teased, and Skel started to sob wildly.

"Pathetic." She spat as she stepped off him.

Skel tried to regain his feet, but fell down onto his other side with a barely intelligible cry of pain, his right wing flapping uselessly.

The female gryphon gasped with understanding as Skel's eyes unfocused and closed. His right wing was broken. Badly. White bone was showing through a large tear up near the shoulder, the bone very obviously broken, blood spilling from the gaping wound.

The female gryphon reached forwards and grabbed the wing. Its weight was starting to tear the wound open further, and if it weren't supported, his wing would literally fall off.

She screamed for help as the blood started to stain the feathers of her paws.

* * *

Skel gave a weak cry of pain and opened his eyes, looking around the tent that he was sure that he had been free of.

The female gryphon was lying in one corner, staring at him with yellow eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm sorry..." She said without delay. "I didn't know you were injured." She stood up and went over to him, tentatively nuzzling his beak with her own.

He twisted his head and stared at his wing. It was bandaged again, blood seeping through the clothe.

"How long?" he asked in a shaky voice.

She looked at him sadly. "It's been three days...they can't stop the bleeding..."

"Tree days?" he asked hoarsely.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She wailed wretchedly. "I didn't mean to hurt you!..."

"I could lose my wing!" He said, staring daggers at her, making her wail even louder and retreat from the tent. Skel gave a satisfied smile, feeling a vicious pleasure at making her cry. But it did nothing to quell the turmoil inside him. He couldn't live without his wings. Never flying again. He couldn't bear it. If it came to it, he would kill himself. He was certain of that.

* * *

It was a full three days before Matimura felt he had the balance and strength necessary to walk. And even then, he could only stay upright for a short time.

He vowed never to do strenuous magic again. He hated being dependant on others. But it did come with its compensations.

Kylara was lying across his lap as he read an ancient book that she had in her hoard, and Kerasaline had left for a few hours, to get food and go see what Debri and Skel were doing.

"Soooo...we're all alone." Matimura stated as Kylara stretched luxuriously.

"Hmmm...yes we are." She replied, looking up at him mischievously, as if she had only just noticed.

"I owe you a kiss." He stated, rubbing at her neck softly.

"Yes you do. But after all the tending that I have done to you in the last three days, I think you owe me quite a lot more." She replied, purring softly and leaning against his leg, twining around it like a kitten.

"How much more?" He asked, staring down at her as his hand moved lower, starting to stroke her wing.

She climbed up his body, resting her paws on his chest and kissing him deeply, purring happily into his mouth. She broke the kiss with two quick ones and then said, "I'm sure you can think of some way to make it up to me..."

He laughed at the gleam in her eyes and started to slowly stroke her from her forehead right down to her tail.

She gave a little purr of happiness and leaned into the strokes, her eyes flying open and her muzzle opening for a moan as a hand slipped under her tail, rubbing lightly at her lips, making her arch her back and lift her tail as high as she could, spreading her back legs to give him easier access as she buried her head in his neck, nuzzling him and nibbling at his soft skin as quiet, pleasured gasps escaped her lips.

He smiled down at her, locking his mouth against her muzzle as his fingers rubbed at her a little more firmly, massaging her little lips as her juices started to play over his fingertips.

Kylara ran a paw down his stomach, rubbing softly, before slipping it to the hem of his pants, pulling them down and rubbing at his hardening length eagerly as she purred into the kiss.

He gasped and rubbed her harder, his other hand stroking her wing as his hand became rather wet with her juices.

Kylara began to squeal softly into his mouth, panting heavily as she began to thrust back against his rubbing hand, trying to get him to penetrate her lips. Even just a little. But he held back, teasing her by rubbing her softly with his fingertips, taunting her with every little stroke along her lips.

He found her clit, and started to roll it gently between his fingers, making her arch and squeal loudly, pressing her body hard against his and thrusting back reflexively, trying to force his fingers between her lips. She gave another squeal of pleasure, the loudest one yet, as he conceded to her need, her paw rubbing more firmly along his length as two fingers were suddenly thrust right up into her, making her convulse around the invading fingers and squeal even louder, her juices flowing like a river as her entrance suckling at his fingers delightfully as she came hard.

She collapsed onto his chest, her juices still draining from where his fingers melded to her body, splashing down along both of their legs as she gave a soft moan of content.

"Time for me to repay the favour." She stated, sounding happily tired, but her eyes still gleaming with mischief.

She stroked his cock a few more times, kissing him once more and then sliding down his body, her tongue tracing a sensual path along the length of his body, leaving a shiny trail that led right to the tip of his cock.

She took the tip between her lips, nibbling at it delicately, making Matimura groan loudly and thrust up lightly into her muzzle, pushing the head of his cock into her mouth.

She smiled and raised her paws, resting them at the base of his cock as she started to flick her tongue rapidly across the head of his throbbing length, smiling as he gasped.

She opened her mouth a little further, slowly lowering her mouth over his hard and needy length, her tongue sliding down his cock with teasing slowness. He lifted his hands to her neck and started to massage her, making her purr around his length, twining her tongue around him completely and massaging it within her warm, inviting mouth.

She began to bob her head on his cock, tightening her tongue around his length and nibbling on his head all at once, her claws slowly tracing his balls, encouraging him to cum in her mouth.

He gaped and held back with difficulty, enjoying immensely her tongue on his cock.

She lifted her mouth off his cock almost all the way, so that the head was only just in her mouth, and then started to flick her tongue across the head, murring happily and then lowering her head again, her tongue flicking all the way along it. She lifted her head, and withdrew him completely, flicking the head with her soft tongue again, and then tilted her head to the side, running her tongue teasingly down his length, taking his balls in her mouth and sucking lightly, before releasing them and starting to give him long, slow lick from the base right to the very tip.

She smiled at him more and then lowered her mouth back over him, locking eyes with him as her tongue tightened hard around him. She closed her yes and started purring again, and then suddenly started sucking on him hard.

He gasped and writhed under her, completely unprepared for the rush of pleasure.

She sucked hard, her tongue resuming its slithering motions as she lifted her head and began to fervently lift and alternately lower it on his length, sucking his cock hard with her powerful throat muscles.

She started to move her head faster and faster, her tongue now moving at a fever pitch as he started to throb within her mouth. She moved her head out on his length, sucking as hard as she could as he came in her mouth.

She opened her mouth slightly, the tip just resting on the end of her tongue, thick jets of his creamy cum streaming erratically into her open mouth, filling it completely in an instant, the white seed spilling from between her lips, running down her chin as she swallowed excitedly, sucking his cock all the harder for his creamy seed.

She clasped the head between the tip of her muzzle, suckling hard and tilting her head so that his cum could spray across her tongue and then run right down her throat. She swallowed spasmodically, happily suckling at his cock with each fresh shot of wonderfully hot seed.

She took his cock in to the hilt and closed her muzzle on it as tightly as she could, her mouth quickly filled with the thick, tasty cum, white liquid seeping out of her mouth and running delightfully down her throat.

She let go of his cock, holding her head back a bit from it, opening her muzzle wide, revealing her soft pink tongue. His seed shot right into her mouth and up across her face, dripping from her coated tongue and spilling across her neck as well, streaming from between her teeth and lips as she closed her muzzle and tilted her head back, swallowing hungrily, the slight break allowing more seed to shoot across her body.

She twined her tongue around the tip of his cock once more, the cum coating the long red appendage being smeared along his own length as she held his cock stiffly in place so that his seed shot erratically down her throat once more, gushing from between her lips and spilling down her chin.

She sighed happily and released his cock, suckling at it eagerly, cleaning away the seed, but the sheer amount already on her tongue causing her to make a bigger mess. She giggled happily and gave it long strokes from the bottom right to the top, tilting her head and swallowing fervently after each lick.

She giggled again and crawled up his body, resting contentedly against his side and nuzzling his neck happily. "Mmm....you really owe me now." She murmured.

He smiled and rubbed at her neck softly. "You just wait until I can walk properly again..." He promised, and then gave her a long look, taking in her whole body, covered with splashes of white liquid. "You should probably get cleaned up...Kerasaline might maybe just possibly notice that something happened."

She giggled as nuzzled him happily again, sighing contentedly, and settling down for a long sleep. "Who cares? I don't. Maybe I could get her to clean me up with that gryphon tongue of hers..." She said, giggling again, letting the words hang in the air like a threat.

But then she looked at him seriously. "I'm pregnant Matimura." She proclaimed.

He was momentarily stunned, but quickly came to grips with the shock, grabbing her and hugging her tightly, kissing her joyfully. She smiled into the kiss, working her tongue against his.

"But there's a problem..." she started.

Matimura was stared at her, scared of the worst.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to die...it's just that while I'm laying my eggs, we won't be able to mate." She said sadly.

"Well...I'll just have to make sure that I mate you enough times before then to make up for it!" He proclaimed.

"Of course." She replied, as if hurt that he would have thought otherwise. "but during that time I won't be able to give you pleasure." She said.

"I'm not going to go sleeping around behind your back." Matimura said, insulted that she thought so little of him.

"Yes you will." She said firmly.

"Wha--?" he asked, wondering just what was going on.

"During that time that I am pregnant, you are to teach Kerasaline everything you know about sex. Teach her how to properly pleasure a male. How to woo one into bed. That sort of thing." She said firmly, ordering him, her eyes blazing with a look that said with more eloquence than words 'or else!'

"I won't." Matimura replied petulantly.

"Yes you will. You need pleasure while I'm pregnant. I can't give you that. Kerasaline needs experience in mating. You can give that to her. It's a win-win situation." She said smugly.

"But I'm not going to betray you. I wouldn't let you sleep with another male. And I won't do anything that I expect you not to." He said just as firmly.

"You're not betraying me. It is quite normal for a dragon to have a female at hand to please her mate while she is with egg." She explained. "And you WILL mate her. As soon as she gets back. I don't care if I have to hold you both down." She ordered, her eyes blazing with something like anger. Her whole pose told him that she would carry through with her threat.

"Hold a crossbow to my head why don't you." He said resentfully, staring at her.

"No. my claws are quite sharp enough. And now...I think I will get you ready for when the gryphon returns." She said evilly, leaning down and starting to run her tongue across his cock again, immediately getting him hard. He groaned with apprehension, wondering just how he would explain this to Kerasaline.

Uh...the dragon I'm currently with ordered me to have sex with you.

He almost laughed at the scene that would obviously happen the moment the gryphon walked back in.

* * *

Skel was sitting in the tent, steadily biting through his blankets and pillows, trying to take out his anger on something, but being unsuccessful. He was actually feeling sorry for upsetting the pretty little gryphon, and wanted to say sorry, but there was someone waiting outside the tent, making sure he stayed in it.

He rose to his feet and stalked out of the tent, not looking left or right, so that he didn't look at the person who was standing guard. They didn't try to stop him.

He walked straight ahead, and after he had passed a few rows of tents, he started looking around for the female gryphon, wanting to say that he was sorry, knowing that it was hopeless that he would find her.

But he was a creature of honour, and wanted to say truthfully that he had tried to find her when he eventually caught back up with her.

He was walking through a deserted section of the camp, everyone there was asleep, when he noticed that he was being followed. He turned to confront the person following him, which was the time when the sedatives placed in his food started to take effect. His head dropped slightly.

The healers knew Skel well; he had a tendency to get hurt, and was very aggressive when in pain, so they decided to drug him.

He dropped to the ground heavily, trying to stare up at the advancing creature as it grew closer, his vision going blurry as he struggled to stay conscious.

The shape resolved itself into the gryphon who had hurt him. He tried to start an apology...but the drugs hit him with full affect, dropping him to his side in the dust.

"You ssshouldn't be out of bed in sssuch a ssstate..." she said kindly, tears still coursing through the feathers of her cheeks. She must have been waiting outside his tent the whole time.

Skel made one final, valiant attempt at speech, and failed miserably, his eyes unfocusing and slowly closing as unconsciousness claimed him.