At dinner with dragons, ACT V
AT DINNER WITH DRAGONS
ACT V
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Only after a good while spent in the loneliness did Rael get up and away from the newly discovered room. Wearing his simple clothes did he make it down the stone hallway back to the hall where he went left and up the hallway ending with his room. After his experience with Arlea and Dyreka he changed his mind about wandering on his own, not wanting to be exploited for his delicate position of willing prey--not yet fully understanding what it meant.
However sure that he made it clear to the dragons he was their friend, Rael sighed when sitting at the table to bring both of his hands to his face--despite all of his efforts he realized he could still lose his life, and even in case he didn't there was pain associated to giving dragons the kind of pleasure they were after. Although he wanted to understand them, the way these dragons behaved was very different to that he was used to. For instance, from speaking with the two dragonesses that almost took his life Rael learned that if Ganutash was to taste his blood he would have not been able to stop himself from eating him. Rael could only really give this a logical reason if he accepted the underlying cultural differences, and could consider himself lucky to be experiencing them thanks to the fact the dragons' language was very similar to his own. Also, the dragons looking to join him, Ganutash, Arlea and Dyreka that evening all seemed interested in getting something out of him, making him assume it was a way to determine if he could stay with them or not.
He did remember how before getting inside Phenea asked him if he wanted her to let him continue on with his journey, and how he replied that his journey had ended now that Ganutash had captured him: Rael felt terrible about how with his words he really affirmed that he was ready to be eaten. He shrugged: he thought he managed to make a good impression--although scared by the dragons he was attracted to them. Rael could only be glad that worked for him so far.
He had to wait quite a long time in the quiet premises of his room, until someone came up from the corridor and Rael couldn't wait to find out who it was. It turned out to be Phenea and she was going to carry him to where the feast and the orgy were going to take place. Rael still had his blindfold and he was asked to wear it before he got on her: even if there was nobody there to make sure he was wearing it he still didn't feel like risking his life by lifting the veil and peeking through during any moment of his ride on Phenea's back.
It really was a large underground complex as after many turns, ups and downs he was told to remove the blindfold and dismount by the dragoness herself. Rael was quite surprised by the likes of the chamber where he would be spending time that night; once again the environment was entirely enclosed, but tapestries were hanging down from the tall elliptical wall. Against it where pillows and cushions of all sizes in the tones of brown and beige set on overlapping animal skins, with a low and very long table without chairs running the length of the room. There was nothing on the table itself, but the large room was already populated by a number of dragons that were chatting together most of which stopped to turn and look at Rael and Phenea.
Rael was admittedly afraid about seeing four male dragons, previously seated and grouped on cushions, get up and walk his way with explicit interest in their eyes. "Rael the runaway boy from the valley if it isn't you," said one of the dragons, while one beside him whispered into the other's ear-hole. "Yes, I'll get to that," said the same dragon to Rael, overhearing what one of his pals quietly conveyed. "It's very hard to convince a dragon not to eat you once you become his prey, did you know that?" he then asked.
Phenea moved back and away and Rael tried not to look at her leaving for fear of betraying his fear. "No I didn't," he said.
"So you didn't know that a deep bond may form between a dragon and his or her willing prey."
"Actually," said Rael with a gulp, then he was utterly lost for words as he didn't want to reveal having taken Ganutash to those dragons.
Two of the dragons before Rael laughed in realizing why he wasn't speaking, one left to go towards Phenea and the one that previously spoke sat down on his belly becoming much less intimidating in Rael's eyes. "It's no secret," he said, "But it stuns me how you managed. You probably know we deal with very few beings like yourself, and we're actually at constant war with most--but there was a time when dragons ruled and formed bonds with inferior species, given they were their willing preys."
"Are dragons only willing to love someone that is prepared to be eaten by them?"
"No," replied the dragon and Rael couldn't avoid turning around when he saw the two dragonesses Arlea and Dyreka enter the dining hall. The dragon sitting before Rael by the long table continued by saying, "Us dragons love ourselves first and foremost--but in rare cases there is room for other species and that's why you're here tonight."
"I don't know if I fully stopped believing I'm going to be your main course tonight," commented Rael, resting his butt on the low table.
"And the fact you did was the reason you've entered and I'm not mistaken there. First the drink and then the food will be brought in here soon."
"What are you eating?"
"Live Goblins."
Rael involuntarily stepped back. He already anticipated the horrendous spectacle of over a dozen dragons eating most likely evil though probably defenseless goblins. The idea made him upset and he wondered if that was something they normally did or if they were looking to impress him by washing the clean animal skins on floor with blood. "I think I'm going to skip," he replied, smiling so that the dragon before him laughed.
"Your friend Ganutash should be here in moments with something that you can eat. You can take place over there, join our group sex when we're finished with the goblins. By the way I'm Zarn and these are Ethenkiros and Gort."
"Hey there," said Gort with a quick raise of his scaly brow.
"Hi," said Ethenkiros, lifting a foreleg.
In between them Zarn seemed to be waiting for Rael to turn and go take the place by the wall. But smaller Rael stood before the dragon wondering about the origin of the goblins that he would have to see mauled to become dinner. He was also quite interested about it, but he didn't want to offend either of the dragons by asking if they were related. Rael didn't want to give out his joy quite yet, but those three dragons were overly friendly to him--so much that he was touched and had to say, "Thank you. I really didn't expect that you would be treating me so kindly."
"Don't say it--we've gone over this before," said Zarn, amused. "We know what you've been up to and you've earned our respect: that's why we are going to treat you like one of our kind."
"That's awesome," said Rael, then he noticed how Ganutash entered the room holding something inside his mouth.
Ganutash immediately saw him and reached the opposite side of the table to that of Rael and the three male dragons he was speaking to. He then dropped what he was holding inside his mouth on the table and to Rael's surprise that turned out to be the already cooked leg of an animal just like the ones he was stalking before being caught. Not really interested in eating the meat after having his stomach turned by the idea of witnessing a cruel spectacle, Rael really had to inquire about the meal soon to begin.
"I know you're about to eat live goblins, can I ask where do they come from?"
"Their camps are nearby and they control a few caves that are too large for us to conquer. I'll only say we can stop them from propagating," was Ganutash's remark.
Rael's eyes enlarged as he considered the implications of that; he knew little about goblins as little he knew about dragons before he met them--that they were demonic creatures that deserved no mercy, outnumbering the enemy to take it down. The natural laws in the wildernesses of evil where not something that he could morally question--their rules escaped those he was familiar with, but however acknowledging what was about to happen he couldn't say he accepted it. "Do dragons get eaten out there as well?" asked Rael, rather lightly.
"Goblins are a mere nuisance but we do fall when contending our territories with Dogmen, Saurians, Orcs and sometimes even your people," said Zarn.
"Why do you eat goblins?" asked Rael, feeling sorry for the things.
"Simple: there are lots of them, they're easy to catch and their magical defenses are practically nonexistent. They also taste fine, but nothing quite yourself--you're a delicacy," explained Zarn before he licked his lips.
That dragon was starting to give Rael the chills; then Ganutash walked around the table and together with Rael he went to that section of reserved pillows.
Turning around after sitting against Ganutash, Rael was surprised to see how there were well over thirty dragons around the table and he was deafened by their roar when a round of drinks appeared for the taking. All of the dragons present motioned themselves so to take place and grab a hold of the handles of large earthenware cups filled with golden ale. Some stayed and sat their bellies on the animal skins and it rather warmed Rael to see how they all bunched so that theirs wings touched and their tails intertwined; there weren't many words spoken but Rael feared the moment in which he would become the soul of that party--while drinking beside Ganutash he decided to ask him, "Are you going to share me later?"
"Share you?" he asked, rather seriously. "We are all going to share each other later!"
"I met Atleya and Deyraka today and they told me some things about you."
"Ah," said Ganutash, looking towards that side of the table where the dragonesses were seated. "So they told you."
"They weren't kind to me," said Rael, looking into the drink as the confused sounds of cups and loud conversations blended in.
"Did they hurt you?" asked Ganutash.
"What matters is that I'm still alive," said Rael, drinking some cold ale. It tasted pretty good to him.
"They didn't lie to you when they told you that we will taste you later, but they shouldn't have done so before this reunion," replied Ganutash, sternly. "Only after you willingly give your body and your blood tonight you will no longer have to do so--only this way can I keep you here."
Rael looked up into Ganutash's eyes and he was really struck to see worry in them. What did he worry about? was it perhaps that there was a chance that he wasn't getting out alive, or maybe Arleya was right when she said that Ganutash had to eat him once he tasted his blood. Not being capable of sustaining the anticipation Rael took a long gulp of ale and asked, very plainly, "Don't lie to me: will you eat me before all of these dragons?"
The question was heard by the stranger drinking beside Rael when Ganutash closed his eyes as if feeling an uncontrollable emotion. He lowered and twisted his neck, turned his yellow eyes to Rael and said, "This ritual requires me to injure you, then you will be passed around so that everyone can get a taste of your blood."
"Why are you worried, then?"
"This is not an easy task and it comes with many risks. I am doing it to seal a bond with you, but I won't be the one to choose what will blossom from it--it will be our common spirit to decide if you are truly worthy."
Rael heaved a long sigh. "I'm afraid someone in this room may take the chance to snack on me."
"No," said Ganutash, abruptly. "The only dragon allowed to snack on you in here is me. No one here wants to take you away from me, but they are going to test your trust. Without knowing you were being put to the test you've managed to get this far, I'm sure you're going to make it now that you know."
"But you don't know if the spirit is prepared to bond us, and you'll only find out once you taste my blood."
Ganutash grabbed his cup of ale and looked up to the ceiling and its floating lamps before replying, "I'm afraid so."
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