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Sorry about the italics...I had the whole thing done perfect...and then I went and saved it as a HTML doc, and then just copy-pasted into YC, not being bothered putting the filename and everything in. Anyway, I'll get cracking on HTML text this time. But it may be some time between posts. I'm writing all the time, but I keep doing little bits of one story, and then moving on...which results in hours of writing and no posts...but there will be several times now when I post 3 or 4 stories at once.

I've been thinking, maybe I could start up a little side order of stories, just yiffy ones, a collection of stories containing characters from my series', but not in any way connected to them. I've always wanted to write a Kylara, Miralage and Brian threesome, and have Amethyst get into Trouble with Zephyr, not to mention my other females like Phyren and Cindyr. It would be a good way to get the whole 'I wanna write yiff' feeling out of my system, maybe stop me from putting so much yiff in my series', and give those people who want to see certain of my characters from different series in intimate positions see exactly that. Would you all like to see that?

And the fight scene is very, very, VERY bloody, just for warning. It emphasises on the brutality of animalistic combat, so if blood aint your thing, don't read it.

And even though it seems that I have a thing for blood-play, I don't. Just FYI

A tale of dragons part 20

Debri was lying snuggled up to her beloved raptor, her muzzle resting on his shoulder, her breath paying across his tough hide. His claws were wrapped about her shoulders, holding her close in the night, content.

They were both exhausted, from training, running, and hours of sex with no break. There was just something about the wolfish female that drove Kershahk mad, and Debri was more than willing to help drain him of any excess energy he had.

The lycan slowly opened her eyes, and stared up at the raptor, smiling happily and licking his neck affectionately, pulling him closer so she could snuggle into him.

Kershahk awoke with a deep murring, opening his eyes and staring down at the lycan with a contended smile, revealing his rows of razor sharp teeth, a soft hiss of happiness emanating from his mouth.

Debri smiled softly and crawled up his body slightly, laying a soft, loving kiss on his muzzle.

Kershahk murred a little louder, pulling her closer and returning the kiss ten-fold, his claws sliding softly along the fur of her back.

Both of them jerked and stared at the entrance to the cave, Debri's acute sense of hearing letting her hear the slight sounds of something breathing just outside, while Kershahk's excellent sense of smell let him scent the being.

Both of them growled and leapt to their feet as a ninja burst into the cave, sword held backhanded, charging silently for the two creatures with murderous intent.

Kershahk ducked down low as the sword swiped over his head, hissing angrily and lashing out with the long, sickle-shaped claw on his right foot, leaving a long diagonal slash in the enemy's right thigh.

Debri leaned backwards and the sword scythed past her nose, and then she leaned back in, lashing out with a paw, a single claw unsheathed, slicing deeply into the flesh of the opponent's neck.

The raptor launched back upwards, wrapping his jaws around the bleeding humans throat, feeling the blood fill his mouth, before he bit down and jerked his neck, his powerful neck muscles aiding him in snapping the humans spine like a dry twig.

The lycanthrope growled and slammed the now dead man in the chest, lifting him off his feet and sending him sailing backwards, where he landed flat on his back, a small spurt of blood spilling from his mouth and more of the red ichor flowing freely down his front, the unfortunate human drowning in his own fluids.

Debri stood and pulled her raptor closer, meshing her mouth with his blood covered one, kissing him long and deep, her tongue collecting the blood in his mouth and slathering it messily over both of their lips.

She murred deeply, and then turned her attention back to the cave entrance as more enemies burst into the cave, weapons at the ready.

Kershahk turned to her, his mouth uplifting in a grin. "Would you carrre forrr a morrre...resssissstant...meal?" He asked, his eyes flashing with glee.

"Oh yesss..." She hissed softly, kissing him once more and then turning back to the ninja, unsheathing her claws and scraping them along the rock wall with a menacing sound, muzzle parted in a predatory smile as both groups charged at each other.

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Skel awoke slowly, opening his eyes and staring around the tent. He felt lousy. His whole body was weakened, his paws trembled every time he held them off the ground, and he was having trouble holding down his food.

The good news was that his wing was healing rather nicely. It hadn't got infected, and the bones had knitted with magical aid, luckily fixing themselves in the right positions.

And the female was still there too, she was almost always lying in the corner of the tent, watching him with her big yellow eyes, her beak resting on her front legs, still slightly slicked with blood from her recent meals.

Skel almost always had the mad urge to lick her beak clean for her, and had even attempted it once or twice. He had taken the large magical shocks to his pressure points as a rebuke though, and desisted.

Then his mind turned to other thoughts. What it would be like to lick other parts of the gryphons body, sliding his beak through her silky chest feathers, then lower, rolling her onto all fours, nibbling at her long tail-feathers, then moving down lower again, kissing and nibbling at her inner thighs, licking upwards, sliding his tongue even higher with teasing strokes...

He hissed slightly with anger and rolled onto his other side, facing away from the pretty female gryphon as his lustful thoughts had a noticeable but not unpredictable effect on his body. He laid his wing across himself, covering his lapse in control.

There was a sound of movement besides him, and suddenly the female gryphon was at his side, staring at him.

"What isss wrrrong?" She asked with genuine concern. "Did you hurrrt yourrrssself again?"

Skel stared at her and resisted rolling over and pushing her away, settling for a single, irritable, "No."

"If you do not tell me I can not help." She said simply.

He was tired, grumpy, sore, had a headache, and had no patience for this kind of thing. He swept his wing back to reveal his hard, pulsing erection. "Can you help with thisss? No? Then go away." He snapped, staring at her.

She was transfixed, staring at his member like it was something foreign yet interesting, her gaze sweeping from the tapered tip right down to the base, where it exited his sheathe, before suddenly realising what she was doing and blushing heavily, her ruffs aflame with flushed blood as she turned around and walked back over to her bed, laying down facing away from him, breathing hard and fast, her heart thudding in her throat.

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Matimura groaned softly and struggled to lift his head. He was completely, utterly exhausted.

Kylara giggled softly and licked his neck, nuzzling him a few times and purring, stretching luxuriously.

"God...I can't even move..." He said weakly, opening his eyes and staring blearily at the little black dragon.

"Well...it's your fault for coming so hard." She said, giggling again and rubbing at his ankle with the tip of her tail.

"Your fault more like." He said in return, resting a hand on one of her wings and rubbing weakly at it.

"Okay...maybe it was a my fault." She conceded. "I'm not sure about you two, but I enjoyed it immensely." She said, purring contentedly and laying her head on his neck.

"It was like riding a dragon to my home...the ride is good but you end up in a bad place." He murmured, and she giggled softly, licking his neck affectionately.

Kerasaline murmured something sleepily and lifted her head, staring at the pair, who were lying only a few metres from her, before she lowered her head back to her front legs and closed her eyes, rumbling with contentment.

"Oh yesss...she enjoyed that a lot." Kylara said knowledgeable, motioning towards the gryphon with her muzzle, a wide grin on her face.

"I'd still prefer it if it was just you." He replied, eyes closed.

"Aww how sweet of you to say that." She said in return, licking his chin. "That was sheer flattery...are you trying to get in my good books huh? Hoping that I'll give you more free sex?" She asked mischievously, "Oh no mister, you'll have to work for your sex. My wings need a good rub...as well as...other parts of my body."

"Sleep first." Matimura said wearily, pulling her closer and laying his head on her neck, kissing her chin once before letting the darkness take his weariness away.

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Debri snarled and kicked out with her right foot, catching a ninja around the ankles, lifting him up and flipping him on his back, so that he landed on his head, right on top of a rock. There was a horrible cracking sound and his body went limp.

Kershahk lashed out with his foot. First, it was a straight kick, slamming into an opponents face, knocking him sideways a little, before he swept his foot back the way it came, his huge claw embedding itself in the unfortunate mans neck, before it was torn roughly out, leaving a ragged, spurting wound, fully half of the ninja's neck missing.

He ducked a smooth stroke of a sword, and grabbed the enemies hand, holding the sword immobile, and then bit deep into the owners face, tearing viciously, ripping cheeks, nose, lips and skin from him, leaving a grinning skull in its place.

The lycan stepped inside a heavy side hand blow from a sword, catching the ninjas wrist in a paw and twisting it slightly, her other paw slamming upwards, palm up, her claws scything into the soft skin under his chin, before she twisted and yanked, ripping off his jaw.

She whirled and tossed the bloody jaw bone as hard as she could, hitting another opponent right in the face, knocking him out.

With another quick duck, she dodged another side hand swipe, which came from behind, before she stepped backwards, standing up and grabbing the mans wrist, holding his sword immobile as she mirrored the move she had made just before, scything upwards with her paw, palm up, but this time, she sliced open the enemies back, laying open his spine with three neat incisions that ran the length of his back. She reached into the cut she had made and wrapped a paw around the ninjas spine, yanking it, hard.

With a horrible crack, his spine broke, his legs going limp, held up by the lycan who had so brutally disabled him, before she let go of him, letting him drop pitilessly.

The raptor kicked an enemies hand, knocking the sword free from his grip, before he continued with the motion, performing a reverse roundhouse kick, his claw scything through the mans cheeks, opening up his mouth, leaving it hanging grotesquely open, blood spilling from ruptured vessels.

He let the ninja stagger away, hands over his mutilated face, before he turned towards his next victim, easily dodging the overhead sword strike and swinging around behind him, twisting his arm in a vice-like grip, breaking it in three places, before he wrapped the tip of his muzzle around the mans neck, twisting his head and grinning at the sound of breaking bones as the body went limp in his grip.

Debri slid under a sword stroke, grabbing a wrist yet again, twisting it and holding the man in an awkward position. Kershahk saw the perfect opportunity, and sliced downwards in an axe-kick at the man held by his mate, slicing through his arm, cutting it off completely. With the release of the grip on his arm, and the loss of so much weight, he slid to the ground, blood pumping from the ragged stump in irregular bursts.

The lycan howled with glee and swung the severed arm, slamming it into another opponent's head, knocking him off his feet with a wet, meaty smack and a burst of bloody droplets.

She slid downwards and uppercutted hard into another mans stomach, her paw exploding through his stomach and sticking grotesquely from his back, covered in blood and what looked to be part of his destroyed kidney.

The rest of the ninja withdrew then, deciding it might not be wise to continue the pointless slaughter.

The two lovers moved closer, hugging happily, both murring contentedly, cleaning the blood from each other with happy strokes of their tongues, before they went to do some tracking, blood-lust plainly seen in their eyes.

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This was just an appetiser for the next chapter. And I promise that the next chapter will reveal why there are so many ninja. And there will probably be more yiff...probably Brian/Miralage. And my other series' are coming along nicely too, almost got a pokemon and a dinosaur island one finished. I am sincerely sorry for the wait on those.