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Memoirs of Dragora

Chapter 17: Unexpected News

"Your brother... he's the leader of the unit traveling toward Dawn's colony near Aerinia to take it over. I'm sorry it must be this way, but you've got to move to halt his advance, the troops there don't know what they're up against." The figure sitting on Dragora's bedside explained hastily, flailing its robed arms around in energy of explanation.

"I don't know what I'm up against, I don't even know what he looks like!" Dragora replied bluntly, being quickly hushed by the mysterious shape.

"He looks a little different than yourself, instead of purple eyes he has a blue eye and a red eye, and bears more scars than even yourself." The shadow replied, letting its concealed hand rest back on the bed.

"That's too generic, many draconians' eyes are two different colors when their a parent has secondary colored eyes, and how am I supposed see how many scars he has, does he go to battle bare chested?" Dragora explained, seeing the figure start to reach for its hood.

"Well, look at yourself in the mirror, put two spiring horns and a muscular build on, and you've got your brother. Also taller, much taller..." The figure sighed out, letting its hand rest on top of its hood to scratch before noticing Dragora slump a little in disappointment, "Nuh-uh, this hood ain't comin' off, now I must be on my way before I am missed..."

"Wait, what do you mean, are you a spy? Hold for a moment-" Dragora stated out while grabbing the shadow's arm, suddenly seeing it whip around and counter, sending him off the other side of the bed.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't like being grabbed like that-"

"Alright, now you're gonna have to make up for that one..." Dragora interrupted, hopping over the bed and grabbing the figures hand as he cast a teleport stone into the air.

Dragora flopped down on the grassy plain, having been on the bed when he grabbed the form's free hand. The silhouette jumped back in surprise, seeing the draconian had hit the ground next to him. Dragora looked up in frustration from hitting the ground twice now and merely nodded his head in agitation before getting up. The figure stumbled backward onto the ground, not having expected Dragora to come with him and wondering what to do now.

"I've got some questions you're going to answer, but first let's get the hood off." Dragora breathed out through clenched teeth, walking over to the figure and noticing at once how small it was, "You can't be anything more than a child, you only just come up to my waist."

"H-hey, cut it out! I said the hood stays on, let go!" The shape shouted out, holding enough onto the hood to where Dragora picked him up off the ground by the cloth.

"Stubborn one aren't you!? Fine, if the hood stays then whoever's in it is coming out..." Dragora growled out, reaching inside and grabbing the back of the head of the figure inside, wrenching a small draconian by a horn out into the daylight, tilting his head to the side, "You I wasn't expecting..."

"Ouch! I'll take it off later, however not now, I'm too sensitive to the sun." The albino draconic child whimpered out, putting the hood back over hastily and shivering for a second.

"You're a rare breed aren't you? An albino draconian child with sky blue eyes, and I thought I'd seen all shapes an sizes. What's your name little one?" Dragora asked heartily, kneeling down to get eye-level with the child.

"Ha-ha, very funny, unless you forget you were 9 once as well. And I don't really have a name, I never knew my parents and those who looked after me just called me 'sport'. I refuse to go to any orphanage just so I could conform to a boring life, and I want to get back at Lothgrenier for taking the ones who looked after me away." The child explained, starting to head off in to the right toward a small thicket.

"Well, this is gonna be an eventful night... day, whatever, I lost track." Dragora grumbled to himself starting to walk over to the hooded draconian motioning for him to come over.

"First thing's first, we need to get you some clothes, just wait here and I'll whip up something real quick." The child said running off under a fallen tree out of Dragora's sight, leaving him to wait there in his skivvies, "The others might not take to kindly if I unexpectedly show up with another draconian that's nigh-on naked, let alone an adult no less, so don't mind them if they're a bit untrusting."

"What others, how did we get half way across the world in less than a minute, how am I going to get back before anyone expects something, and I think that's too small..." Dragora asked out consecutively, then sighed out, seeing the child hold up a small set of clothes to him.

"It'll fit, I can judge size by eye very well, as for your questions; my friends, we look out for each other. By way of teleport stone, which I'll have to make 2 more so I can drop you back off and come back. I'm guessing we have until dusk here, before anyone wakes up there." Answered the small draconian, helping Dragora get the tight fitting clothes on, "Told you I judge size very well."

"Maybe I should hire you as my personal tailor, you seem to know the kind of clothes I like." Dragora giggled out, summoning a tower to use as a mirror, "And rather quick work too, not even S'kria was this fast. I hope it holds up better than his garments did, but then again I think he made those like that for a reason..."

"Maybe some other time, right now let's go introduce you to the others for the time being." The child replied bluntly, wandering off into seemingly large thicket.

Dragora followed clumsily through the underbrush and around the trees, trying to keep the smaller draconian in his sights so he wouldn't get lost. The robed yearling merely weaved effortlessly, having been the right size for the endeavor and was unaware to how quickly the older draconian was falling behind. When he finally looked back, he noticed Dragora was nowhere to be found and went back to search for the adult, sighing in impatience. When he found the dragon-kin, he looked at him impatiently and grabbed his hand forcefully to guide him through faster. When they stopped, Dragora looked up and gazed at the small community of tree-houses, with bridges and ladders scattered all around the branches and limbs of various trees, leaving him to wonder at how kids could have accomplished such intricate building.

"It took us a good while to build all of this, nothing is instant, in fact it was rather shabby at first, but improvements happened over time." The child explained to the curious draconian, just standing in place and looking around in amazement.

"Fendrell! You're late, as well as bringing unexpected company? You're starting to get lax-"

"I could say the same, Waviriu. Shouldn't you be busy working on Gotzar's plumbing instead and procrastinating around hoping I'll show up in time to save your butt again?" The child interrupted sharply, sending the otter scattering quickly toward a toolbox and lugging it to a nearby house.

"Thought you didn't have a name, Fendrell." Dragora replied lightly, seeing the small robed figure turn toward him and just start walking, yanking at the taller draconian's arm.

"I was saving it for introductions, but it seems there's a change of plans, I hope you're a good climber." Fendrell replied curtly, letting go of Dragora's hand and climbing up the ladder hastily to find him already at the top, "Alright show-off, this way."

Dragora twisted and turned along the treetop paths, this time keeping up with Fendrell as he climbed up multiple ladders, with them finally going into a single house along the canopy. Dragora looked around curiously, seeing odds and ends from all over the world in the small abode, piquing his curiosity as to whether this was Fendrell's house or someone very well traveled. A fledgling falcon came out from the back of the house, wearing a light shirt and small shorts, signifying it was was getting ready to fly.

"What's an adult doing here? Don't tell me another grabbed you before you teleported..." The falcon asked firmly, stunning Dragora as he heard a female tone to the avian's voice.

"Don't go there, should I let him have a closer look at your 'collection'?" Fendrell asked quickly, seeing her take a defensive stance near the room she just came out of.

"Alright, how many stones do you need? Usual 2 or are you planning another warping contest with Waviriu?" The falcon replied reluctantly, feeling her hand being forced in the situation.

"Just two, and I forgot to introduce you. Dragora, this is Deveris, Deveris this is Dragora." Fendrell stated, pointing to each appropriately.

"Normal people just aren't enough for you are they!? This time you brought the king of Dawn!?" Deveris snapped in irritation, seeing both draconians sink back a little.

"News spreads quickly doesn't it... not even a week after the kingdom is thawed and already I'm recognized world-wide." Dragora blurted out in wonder of how news can get around so quickly.

"Who wouldn't? Two ice-covered lands suddenly melt and two fortresses are revealed, if that isn't enough, every mage in the world is now paranoid and hiding in-doors for fear of myst enveloping the land." The falcon explained straightly, seeing Dragora trying to hold back a giggle, "Laugh while you can, soon there's going to be doomsayers covering the streets."

Dragora burst out laughing, rolling back and letting his wings catch the ground and hoist him back up into a sitting position. Deveris merely shook her head and sighed, having seen the a similar reaction out of other adults. Fendrell just put his hand behind hooded head and scratched instinctively, expecting a lecture from the avian. When Dragora wound down, the falcon went to the back room once more and came out with a couple of stones, handing them to Fendrell carefully, seeming that tossing them at all would warp the person to a desired location. Deveris also handed a couple to Dragora, in which he put them in the pockets of his shorts. After Dragora stuck them in his pockets, the avian bowed slightly to them before walking outside and flapping away.

"Not often a fledgeling can fly, so where does this stuff really come from?" Dragora asked before getting back up onto his feet and stretching slightly.

"I'm an honest black-mailer, therefore it is kept a secret..." Fendrell giggled out while walking outside, seeing Dragora just shrug his shoulders out of the corner of his eye.

They proceeded down to the main level of the village, with Fendrell leading the way, where he caught sight of Gotzar, a clumsy little fox that one would guess all the weight went to his hands and feet rather than his body. This was emphasized as he was walking down the path his hand over his chest and having to pick up his feet far more than others. After the introductions, Dragora realized that most of the craftsmanship around here was done by this fox rather than a group effort, despite seeing him stumble and his hands shaking naturally.

"So what's the castle like, being almost completely see-through an' stuff?" The fox asked eagerly imagining such a sight.

"Well save for a few rooms is almost completely see through, but it's fine otherwise." Dragora explained plainly, seeing Fendrell look up in confusion if Dragora was at all excited about living in a castle.

"You don't like it there? Many people would be eager to live there, let alone rule it." Fendrell asked inquisitively, suddenly noticing, "You want to live simply with them don't you?"

"I'm fine with the journey, it's been good, I've met new people, learned more about myself, but every time I look into their faces I can see that they want to go home just as much as I do, but we can't." Dragora let out, looking down and seeing the fox standing there, "You guys are lucky, not being tied up into all this-"

"We've got invaders! South Entrance!" A voice yelled from one of the towers diligently.

"Oh great, now I'm a jinx. Well, let's see who it is..." Dragora growled to himself, heading towards the gate in his usual pace, leaving the kids behind.

Dragora jumped onto the wall looking for signs of preaching, then seeing a Lothgrenier flag off in the distance. He jumped down from the gate and asked if Fendrell could go ask what they want, fearful of what would happen if the army caught of of Dragora's being there. The albino draconian nodded in agreement and headed toward a peephole in the gate, getting ready ask what these intruders wanted.

"What do you want here!? We have nothing worth taking!" Fendrell boomed, seeing a scout coming up to the gate.

"Hand over the king and no one will be harmed. If you do not comply this thicket will be burned to the ground." The scout replied heartlessly, infuriating Dragora more then anyone there has seen.

"You dare threaten childrens' lives!? One more word like that and all of you shall perish before the sun changes position!" Dragora growled out ferociously, hopping over the gate and grabbing the scout's throat with his claws ready to gouge the squirming soldier's wind pipe, "Well come on then! What do you wish of me! You have 20 seconds to start talking oh your body will serve as a projectile, understand!?"

"Y-you will be taken into custody for trespassing onto conquered territory..." The scout breathed out weakly, finding no way out of Dragora's firm grasp.

Dragora sunk his claws in and threw the corpse towards the banner, knocking it down.

"This thicket is now under protection of Dawn, if any of you have anything to say about it, now's the time to say it, otherwise one of you is going to be the designated messenger while the rest of you heartless souls perish."

The group of soldiers stepped closer, provoking Dragora's choice and leaving him to summon 2 toothed scimitars. 3 lunged at him quickly but were stricken down in one sweep, leaving the others enraged at the simplicity that Dragora showed in countering their attacks. Dragora fended them off easily, seeing they weren't used to fighting against someone with 2 swords, giving him a spark of confidence as he stabbed into a soldier and flung him off into the group watching. He threw the blades strongly at the two remaining soldiers that came forward and summoned a pair of chakrams on chains, heading towards the group that was standing diligently in place. He took the flag they were holding and sliced it to shreds, and slew everyone except for a scrawny soldier in the back, only breaking both his arms and telling him to run off back to Lothgrenier before he changed his mind. The soldier complied light-headedly, the pain from both arms being rendered useless almost unbearable. He looked back and saw the innocent kids standing there dumbfoundedly, not knowing whether to run off or scream or both, and Dragora sunk down to the ground.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, I didn't want you to witness war right before your eyes... I'll just go now, my presence will only put you in danger..." Dragora breathed out guiltily, digging holes for the bodies to go into and tossing them in quickly.

"It's not that, it's just no one's ever protected us before..." Fendrell blurted out quickly, running over to the taller draconian, "Is it true, will you protect us?"

"I'll try my best, if Dawn doesn't send a troop then I'll protect you the best I can myself." Dragora stated firmly, bending down and putting his hand on the draconian's shoulder, "If I can't reach you, you're always welcome to teleport to my castle, if in danger and no one is here, just all link hands and throw the stone, alright?"

"Okay, I trust you..." Fendrell aired out inaudibly.

"I really must go though, It's getting to be dusk here, just remember, you're always welcome to Dawn for protection if it doesn't come to you." Dragora said out, looking over his shoulder as he walked slowly away out the thicket.

Dragora was well out the the thicket, and was just merely looking up at the moon. He thought about staying, but was reminded by his conscience the chaos that would ensue if he didn't go back. Suddenly he looked to his side to see the albino draconian without his hood on, looking up to the moon as well.

"I wish I was there, I would probably blend in, be able to go around without this cursed coat..." Fendrell said out quietly, looking longingly to the white surface of the celestial body in the sky.

"We all have our traits and kinks, so you can't take it off during the day, so what? You've still got the night, in fact I was quite the night owl when I was younger believe it or not, I'd sleep till at least noon from going to bed just before dawn.

"No it isn't that, I can do that, but this coat is bound to me, I can't take it off even if I wanted to..." Fendrell replied frustratedly, folding the coat cuffs back to reveal his gloved hands, "Part of it is because of these gloves, I've experimented and apparently others can take off the coat but even they can't get the under-layer off, it's why I feel so loyal to Deveris, she tried her best to help me, but the best she can do is get my coat off so I can sleep semi-comfortably..."

"I suppose that's annoying, it's better than what happened on my side though. You see, when I was younger I was an ambitious kid, I wanted something I could practice with comfortably, so I made a sword. However, I also heard of the craft of soul-forging, so I fused myself with the sword which was at first infused with only wind, thus replacing half of me with that of wind. At first it was better, but then I realized I couldn't use any other element, I was bound by my own action, but I kept it a secret. However, it became more and more apparent within me, that the souls were trading places, my body would've become that of wind if it were not for one fateful night while I was a mercenary. I made a deal with darkness... I would continue to have majority control of my body if I let it run through my blood, so I had my body back, but was still soul-forged to the blade. Even then, darkness wanted to dominate me as well, slowly taking control, until at Krjn it finally consumed me. To my own eyes I blacked out, but to my friends I... transformed into something that was only in nightmares. I slipped into the twilight plains where finally I could release the soul-forge that I did, and when I came out that was fine, but darkness still ran through my blood as was the deal." Dragora explained softly, looking at himself shamefully, "I was stronger, sure, but I just wasn't myself. My actions were influenced by darkness, until I finally got to Dawn where the font purified my blood. If it weren't for Slypnir and Zerion... I would've become a monster..."

"But you're not, you're a protector, you shielded us from Lothgrenier's harassment without a second thought. No doubt you've done the same for your friends as well. Sure, you made mistakes, we all do, but look forward, look to the future, not the past, your kingdom needs you." Fendrell replied consolingly, seeing a new part of his savior's past.

"You're right, alright, I'll go, Dawn awaits..." Dragora stated, closing his eyes and throwing one of his stones in the air.

"I'm sure I'll see you again soon, now to get back to the others before they think I teleported again." Fendrell whispered to himself, standing up and running off back into the thicket.

Dragora was sitting on his bed, looking out the window to the city that was just now waking up, completely unaware of the other half of the world going to sleep. He walked toward the door, opening to see Slypnir just about to knock and pulling his hand down quickly in embarrassment.

"I heard a rustle, are you okay? I thought I heard another voice but I just assumed it was one of the castle servants."

"I'm fine, I need to talk to my father though, we have a territory on the continent now." Dragora stated quickly, heading out the door with posthaste.

"Wait, what? What do you mean? You didn't even leave your room!" Slypnir half-yelled out to Dragora, trying to keep up with him.

"I did, a visitor came last night, and I grabbed onto him as he teleported so I sort of accidentally tagged along, in the end I promised that either a troop would be dispatched there, I would, or they could teleport to the castle to take refuge." Dragora explained casually. Seeing Nij take a right into his own room.

"Teleport!? Without a surge or trace? Are you sure it wasn't a dream-"

"Look I can tell you their names; there's Waviriu, Fendrell, Deveris, Gotzar-"

"It's been forever since I heard those names..." Slypnir whispered apologetically, "I think you're remembering the names of the kids from the orph-"

"Then how do you explain the clothes, and... this!" Dragora said, digging into his shorts pocket and pulling out an inscribed stone.

"I just noticed your clothes, I thought you found in the drawer or something, as for that stone... Alright, you weren't lying, I read about teleport stones, but this one even has inscriptions for the teleport spell itself." Slypnir breathed out, handing the stone back carefully.

Dragora went into Nij's room and explained the situation to him, getting almost the same reaction as Slypnir, but instead of kids from the orphanage it was assistants to his birth. He went through the same routine with pointing out the clothes he was wearing and pulled the stone out of his pocket, showing it to Nij carefully. Dragora continued explaining, telling him that the colony near Aerinia was also going to be attacked, and that they should get there with what sky vessels they have to beat the time.

"Alright, I'll go gather the recruits onto the vessels, board the command one when you're set to go." Nij stated firmly, starting to the door to the room, "If what they said is true, then I can't take part in this battle..."

"I understand father, you can stay here to keep the people assured." Dragora retorted over his shoulder, walking out the door toward his room.

"So are we going or what?" Slypnir asked quickly, walking beside his companion, still looking into the purified pupils of his mate's eyes.

"Everyone but Nijraketo, my brother is supposed to lead this battle..." Dragora trailed off, slowing down his pace, "what if I confront the wrong person? A lot of draconians have split eye colors..."

"Zerion will know." Slypnir replied curtly, seeing Dragora turn sharply in question but then remember the note he found in Zerion's pocket at Sylphistrine.

"You're right, I'll try to keep him close so he can point him out." Dragora aired out, taking a left toward his chamber and leaving Slypnir to keep going forward toward his own room to get packed.

Slypnir told Zerion about Dragora's predicament and Zerion reluctantly agreed to show him who it was, but under the condition to not fight Herfrund. Dragora already packed his things and came down the hall quietly to hear the last part of this conversation, and merely just kept walking toward the sky vessel port where he would finally lay eyes on the real thing. Slypnir heard familiar talons going down the hall as he finished his sentence, assuming Dragora had tuned in on them while they were working out an agreement. Hurriedly packing up his things, Slypnir rushed alongside Zerion to the sky vessel port and saw Dragora look out to the large array of vessels on the land, dragging his bags subconsciously as he kept his eyes on an especially armored one.

"I guess we're getting on that one-" Zerion cut off as Dragora darted towards it quicker than either of the draconian's eyes could adjust on their companion, "guess he was eager, didn't even leave his bags behind or anything."

Dragora was looking at the hull of the ship, admiring the sheer size and how it was laid with latches for cannons to peek through. He boarded eagerly and saw how it was operated, but was caught off guard as he saw steam engines mixed with magic, a prospect Aerinia was only beginning to comprehend.

"She's a beauty isn't she? Was one of the first to employ steam magic technology as well. I'm her captain, Vibarsi Xylin, I'm assuming you are Dragora and those two are Slypnir and Zerion?." A burly falcon said while approaching the awe-stricken draconian with his thick arms crossed over his bare chest, "I welcome you aboard The Gun-Spire."

Dragora turned speechlessly to look at the captain and instantly felt a trickle of drool come out the side of his mouth as he looked upon the heavily built frame of the bird figure, accidentally tracing with his eyes down to the large bulge that pulsed in response to the eye contact. Seeing his gaze being noticed, Dragora snapped back to reality and looked up to the masculine figure's eyes, seeing a glint of suggestiveness in them.

"Perhaps a little bit later when things aren't so busy..." Vibarsi whispered to the draconian while walking up the gangplank onto the ship and heading towards the captain's quarters.

"So that was the captain, well let's get these bags on there before it takes off..." Slypnir heaved, not used to carrying luggage and seeing Zerion just take them up leisurely.

Dragora remained speechless as he boarded the vessel eagerly, wanting to see how the engines worked and wanting to see the falcon later.

He was sitting along the railing, watching the steam and magic fuse as the ship started to kick off. Slypnir was sitting beside him, examining the same thing, entranced by the rhythmic clunking and hissing, seeing the mechanisms move like clockwork to each sound. The engine itself was relatively quiet, as it was more of the people on the ship making louder noise. Zerion was looking over the edge with interest, seeing the vessel leave the ground steadily as they took to the skies, being followed by smaller ships. S'kria and Orrik were sitting together near the star board side, chatting happily about each other's past and experiences. Midnight and Farresetia were cuddling on the bow, looking out to the horizon together. Luxi was still with the platypus he slid over to earlier, making the trio think they were together or at least dating. Finally Dragora got up and started heading towards the captain's cabin, eager to make good on the falcon's suggestive look.

"So how do you think the battle will go?" Slypnir asked Zerion as he walked over to sit beside him.

"I don't know, if his brother is leading the battle then it might be grim, all I can hope is we find him quickly so Dragora can try reasoning with him." Zerion stated firmly, seeing Slypnir shift his face in unsatisfaction from hearing almost the opposite of what he was hoping.

"Have some confidence would you? You're not alone and you have an accurate estimate of his strength this time, plus you have all of us this time to be at your side." Slypnir replied quickly, standing up and offering Zerion a hand.

Dragora was quietly watching the unaware falcon strip down to nothing, seeming to have a fondness of being nude, and snuck up behind him. The falcon jumped in surprise as he felt a lump wriggled between his tense cheeks and arms wrap around and play with his perky nipples slightly. Dragora giggled as he saw the falcon's member stand straight out to the contact and reached a hand down to measure it up.

"My you're a big one aren't you? 13 inches and yet you're as eager as a virgin to contact." Dragora breathed out while giving it a teasing stroke, "How about I help you a little with that..."

"I-I wasn't expecting you to make good on the offer so quickly..." Vibarsi moaned out in delight, his hands fiddling with the draconian's tight and easily unlatchable shorts.

The falcon gave out a gasp as soon as the shorts fell for Dragora was eager to delve into the avian's depths. Dragora laid him on the bed with his legs spread out and gave a coaxing lick to the pulsing shaft. Vibarsi shuddered in rapture as his cock flexed out more and more of the alkaline lubricant. Dragora quickly soaked his hand with it and rubbed the entrance of the falcon's insides, delving 1 finger in followed by two more to make sure he was loose enough. Vibarsi cringed in pain as his untouched depths were forced apart but couldn't help throbbing even more in the musk filled room. Dragora breathed the air in deeply as Vibarsi's glands were pumping out the scent for the first time, feeling his rod stiffen even more as he took in the sweet smell of another's enticing scent. Vibarsi let out a gasp as Dragora sucked a little bit on the avian cock to get more pre to coat his own pole, in which the falcon's testicles were only to happy to oblige.

"P-Please, don't wait any longer, I want you inside me..." Vibarsi moaned out perhaps a little too loudly, feeling so ecstatic he didn't care.

"If you insist, just relax." Dragora aired out seductively, laying atop the sub's broad chest and letting his pre-covered member slide down the falcon's own until it was at the entrance, where he pushed in slowly.

Dragora pulsed and throbbed in the tight space, ebbing the walls of Vibarsi's tract aside as he plunged deeper into the gasping and moaning falcon's insides and feeling his head catch onto each of the ribbed part of the walls. Vibarsi whimpered in pain as he felt himself being forced into but did his best to relax, feeling the pleasure starting to come about and surpass the hurting sensation. The draconian started pulling out and going in slowly, the tract being tight enough to make him leak and squirt pre into Vibarsi and lubricate it even more. The falcon was trying his best to stave off the climax, squirming and clutching his head tight to keep the essence building up inside. Dragora smirked and pushed in all the way, reaching his head over and taking the veining shaft into his mouth, quickly being greeted by spurt after spurt of cum flowing down his throat. He sucked the last of the essence out before continuing to pump into the rhapsodic avian. Dragora starting feeling himself come on as well, and was now pumping faster into Vibarsi through sexual desire, seeing the falcon almost standing on end for a second time. The falcon whimpered and moaned in pain as his insides were being pounded, seeing Dragora near his climax now and was grabbing his burly hips to thrust faster. Dragora let out an enraptured moan as his essence was sliding up his shaft and building up for release at the head, and bucked all the way into the falcon while opening his mouth as if he were giving a muted roar. He shot powerfully at Vibarsi's prostate, making the falcon feel the release coat his innards as Dragora stayed in for a minute before pulling out.

"That... that was great..." Vibarsi panted out, still feeling aroused, but feeling a bit bruised on the inside.

"Who are you kidding, we're not done yet." Dragora giggled out, using the sweat they both worked up to slide up to the falcon's mouth and give him a kiss while sitting on the bird's abdomen, "So ready for more, I can't help but to oblige..."

Dragora slid his hand down the Vibarsi's thigh and groped the bird's shaft, pumping it a couple times before positioning it at his entrance. The falcon eagerly thrust into the wanting draconian's depths, hearing Dragora moan in ecstasy as it entered and pulsed within. Dragora rode the cock eagerly, feeling his own harden once more as it rubbed against the avian's pecs and and defined abs. The bird thrust deeper and deeper into him, feeling his cock rub and massage the prostate it could easily pass. Vibarsi dove all the way into Dragora before pulling to the entrance, making Dragora tighten and tense up as the cock danced and writhed within him while going deeper than he ever felt. The draconian slid up and down the slickening shaft, feeling pre coat his insides like a bountiful lubricant as the large cock pumped and receded, becoming stiffer and harder as the bird felt another orgasm coming forth. Vibarsi buck and squirmed, feeling his load crawl up through his shaft slowly, building at the tip. Dragora playfully clenched and felt the cock pulse and release into his depths, filling up what ever space there was with essence as it flooded deeper into Dragora's tract. The draconian finished himself onto the sweaty chest he was sliding along, giving his rod the few strokes it needed and sighing in satisfaction as he laid on top of the seed-covered torso, mixing their sweat with the fluid.

"There's no way you're a virgin, you knew all too well how to ride me..." Dragora lightly panted out, feeling the workout finally start to hit.

"I didn't think I had 2 in me. That was so much better than anything I've ever felt." Vibarsi replied energetically, beginning to pull out manhood out of the draconian slowly and feeling the burst of fluid also following close, "I think it's gonna get a bit messy..."

Dragora scooted up and kissed the bird affectionately while sliding his hips up easily along their slicked surfaces, letting the cock dismount and feeling the essence follow suit. Dragora broke off and was starting to head for the pile of washing materials when Vibarsi seized his hips and brought the draconian back towards him, laying down. The bird climbed off the bed and knelt down on the floor, grabbing the draconian's legs and spreading them apart as the tail swished upward on it's own accord.

"My you're the forceful one, hard again? At leas-" Dragora stopped suddenly, gasping as he felt something larger enter.

Vibarsi inched his smooth beak in a little, just enough to let him expand Dragora as he opened his mouth and let his tongue slither out, dancing along the fluid covered walls and seeing Dragora shift in pure enthrallment. The falcon slid deeper, but stopped as he heard Dragora whimper a small amount and felt the walls clench in response.

"Please, deeper, ignore me..." Dragora sighed out in lust, not wanting the intrusion to stop.

The falcon obliged as he slid his beak in little by little, until the entrance was up to his nostrils and Dragora was whimpering and moaning at the same time. Vibarsi opened up his mouth once more in the draconian, expanding his walls and seeing the draconian clench his fists in order to not roar. The tongue slid out again, this time going deeper into Dragora, and slithered along the walls, making him moan almost too loudly as pre escaped his quickly hardening shaft. The tongue writhed and slid within as the draconian groped himself and stroked wildly in exaltation. Vibarsi opened his mouth a little more to Dragora's quickly rising delight and dug his tongue as deep as he could. Dragora flipped around so that his cock was now waving straight up in the air as he stroked it, all the while Vibarsi was now licking essence off the opposite wall and bobbing his head back and forth so that the beak rubbed the walls as well. Dragora grunted and moaned in rapture, arching his back and pushing downward onto the falcon's beak as he released the fluid upward and onto them both. The bird withdrew his beak slowly, sliding his tongue back into his maw and pulling out, seeing Dragora was thoroughly exhausted.

"No... no one's ever done that to me before." Dragora panted heavily, trying to lift himself up onto his elbows and into a sitting position.

"Think of it as a 'thank-you' for breaking my virginity." Vibarsi replied happily, bringing the cleaning supplies over to the bed. "It's a bit boring always being dominant, you're the first one to actually take me."

They both cleaned up the messes and themselves, being sure to get any traces of their interaction off of each other. Dragora had a hard time getting it out of a few feathers, but worked until there wasn't a trace of essence on Vibarsi besides the scent which they couldn't get rid of. The falcon did the same for the draconian, getting the scales vigorously and cleaning the entrance. When they both finished with the other, they worked on cleaning and straightening up the bed, making sure no trace was there to be had. After they finished, Dragora gave the falcon a kiss on the cheek and walked out casually, quickly being greeted by Zerion and Slypnir.

"What was it like? How big is he? Was he a virgin?" Zerion asked consecutively, catching Dragora off guard.

"You're the eager one aren't you? Well it was great, he was 13 inches, and yes, though not completely." Dragora answered casually, walking with them back to their cabin.

"He's not THAT much bigger than me, only 2 inches. So what did he do to make you whimper?" Slypnir asked, grinning and bowing his head.

"Something definitely not traditional, that's all I'm saying." Dragora retorted casually, giving a playful smirk and going into his cabin, "Now how about we get some rest, I'm exhausted and there's a battle we're supposed to be preparing for."

Both of the other draconians just rolled their eyes sarcastically and walked off towards their cabins, which were just next door. Dragora just plopped down onto the bed and closed his eyes, quickly drifting into a slumber.