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Draconis Combinus

Question. Which series do you lot like best from my collection?

*Cheer* I'm writing about dragoness's now! A lot of people will probably be happy about this. By dragoness' I mean anthro dragons, I prefer non-anthro dragons, but this story needs anthro dragons.

Ilytheria is a six feet tall dragoness; she has silver scales that are slightly opaque, and generally reflect the colour blue better than others, which gives her a slightly bluish hue. She has green eyes, two spikes protruding from either side of her skull, curved elegantly backwards, close to her skull. Her wings are about six metres wide each, but fold up to be very compact, and hold to her body very closely. She doesn't have breasts (if you don't like that, then take it up with management, [management being a close friend of mine who weighs close to 140 kg, and hits like an bullet train.]) I don't believe in breasts on dragons, because I don't believe that any form of reptile lactates, ergo, breasts on dragons are against the laws of nature, so if you're looking for that kind of anthro dragoness, then, and I will put this as eloquently as I can, fuck off.

BTW this is, first and foremost, a love/romance story; so don't expect any yiff of any kind for a while yet, so, if you're looking for hot sex, then try my to charm a dragon' series, and I'm pretty sure there are plenty other mindless sex stories out there for you horny furs and scalies.

I would like to dedicate this story to all the people who have posted comments on my stories (especially the people who offered real advice, like the author of the ha'daera story.) You don't know how much your encouragement helps me to write, so thanks.

Draconis combinus: chapter 1

Jyrtan sighed and tossed the envelope on to the low chest of drawers that stood beside his bed. The envelope contained the information for his next mission, an escorting assignment to protect an emissary from the Draconis Combinus while she travelled to Tirya to start negotiations with the Tiryan foreign emissary to try and stop the war.

He supposed that he should be happy that the Draconis Combinus was finally taking action to stop the war. The only people suffering from the war were the humans anyway. The dragons never fought each other directly; they always used their human slaves to fight wars.

The dragons were the dominant species, outnumbering the humans by a large amount. The remaining humans were all enslaved, allowed to procreate only after performing some sort of great deed. The humans fought all the wars, made all the cities, cooked all the food, and grew all the food, and the dragons just lived in the luxury created by their inferiors.

The humans were given relatively free reign, and could attain some rather high positions in dragon society. The dragons weren't stupid, they knew that they had to give the humans at least some semblance of freedom for them to retain their loyalty to the dragons. So, even though the dragons were the master race, human society still was much the same as always.

Jyrtan was a simple soldier. He was of average build, a master of the rapier and Katana, two of the hardest weapons to master. The escort mission was to be his first assignment. He was predicted to be a high-ranking army officer by most of the dragons that predicted these things, and they were almost never wrong.

Jyrtan lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and waiting for the signal for training.

But it never came.

He waited another ten minutes to make sure, and then went to check and see if anything was wrong.

He was in the Draconis Combinus main complex. It was a huge, roughly circular area with various pathways leading away from the centre like the spokes of a wheel. Each pathway led to a different area. The southernmost one was the dormitory for both humans and the dragon warriors. The east was the infirmary, the west the training grounds, the north the main dragon rooms, which were semi off limits. The rules for off-limits was that a human was not allowed to just hang around the area, they had to have some sort of business there. It could be as simple as asking a certain dragon a question, searching for someone, or observing the scenery, or finding a quiet spot, but loitering was out of the question.

To the southeast was the kitchens and dining areas, while to the south-west was the armoury, the north-east was the workmanship areas, where weapons and other implements were created, and the north-west was the royal rooms. These were for the dragons that ruled over the Draconis Combinus and their numerous siblings and children.

Jyrtan could see something going on at the training area; something that probably wasn't just a crowd gathering for an innocent little two person fight, the only thing that created a crowd of that size was something big.

Jyrtan broke into a run, a hand resting on the hilt of his sword so that it wasn't jarred from its sheathe while he ran.

When he finally reached the training grounds, he saw what had attracted the attention of some many.

A single silver dragoness was squaring off against a wraith.

The wraith were spectral fiends created from the souls of soldiers fallen in battle. They loved haunting ancient battlefields, waylaying travellers and leaving their bodies in highly visible places as a warning to any other unwary people.

The wraith was a six-foot tall monstrosity that was dressed in a ragged cloak and hood whose rents showed nothing but darkness underneath. It was armed with a long, gnarled staff, which was a powerful magical aid.

Jyrtan watched as the wraith slammed its staff into the dragoness's shoulder, knocking her to the ground. He was basically the only human in the crowd, the rest were dragons.

The wraith brought the staff down again on the prone dragoness. The dragoness raised a paw, a shimmering blue shield appearing in front of her, barely stopping the blow.

The wraith brought down the staff again, the end glowing with fire. It struck the magical shield with a crash of thunder and a crackle of lightning, the magical shield breaking and forcing the staff upwards with great force, positioning it perfectly for the next strike.

"Why don't you help her!?" Jyrtan yelled out to the crowd surrounding.

No one answered him.

The wraith raised the staff higher, savouring its victory, readying itself for the final, killing blow.

Jyrtan leapt into action, seeing that no one else was going to.

He drew his sword as he sprinted towards the wraith. The dragoness had fallen with her back to the crowd, so Jyrtan had to navigate around her to get at the wraith.

He reached the dragoness, and leapt over her, flipping in the air, extending his arm, going over the wraith as well.

His sword connected with the wraiths head, or the hood of its cloak, Jyrtan wasn't sure if they even had heads. But he landed behind it, the sword still embedded in it to its throat. Jyrtan yanked downwards hard, the sword cleaving down the wraiths body until it hit its heart, the only mortal part of its body. The wraith dissolved into a sparkling powder that covered his feet and legs and began to burn madly.

He ignored the stinging pain in his legs and sheathed his sword, turning and leaving, completely ignoring the dragoness, hoping that she realised what he was doing.

"What are you doing, human?" Asked the dragoness, as she rose gracefully to her feet.

Jyrtan winced and turned around. He dropped to one knee and stared at her clawed feet as he said, "I'm sorry milady, but I was overcome by bloodlust, being an inferior creature, I was unable to stop myself from killing the wraith. I am sorry for taking miladies kill." He intoned

"Come with me to my quarters, I shall punish your impudence in private." She said coldly. She grasped his right shoulder in her impossibly strong arm, her claws digging painfully into his flesh.

She marched him into the special dragon quarters, which was then that he realised that he had insulted one of the Draconis Combinus high members, which would probably earn him a death sentence.

The whole thing about him taking her kill' had been nothing more than a ruse, he had saved her, and she knew it, and then he had tried to cover up his rescue of her, which had made her look inferior to even a human. He was surprised he wasn't dead already.

She took him to an ornately carved door, and stepped through it, standing him beside the door and then closing it gently.

She walked over to a long dressing table, complete with mirror, and began to do something.

Jyrtan knelt down on one knee, drawing his sword and holding it reversed in his right hand, the blade pointing away from him, held in front of his body, slightly turned towards the dragoness.

He didn't look at her directly, he wasn't allowed to, his eyes had to be downcast when he addressed a superior creature, and especially a Draconis Combinus member.

He inspected the dragoness as she did whatever it was she was doing, using the reflection from the highly polished blade to observe her.

She was about six feet tall, completely hairless like all dragons. Shining silver scales adorned her whole body. She was quite beautiful, like most dragoness's.

Jyrtan knew he was dead. He thought that he could see the dragoness preparing a drink, but her body obscured her hands, so he couldn't be sure. She would probably give him a poisoned drink. It was a humane way to die, but not the one he would prefer. He would prefer to die by the sword, as he was going to live, had he not saved the dragoness.

The dragoness finished doing whatever it was she was doing, and turned back towards him. He could see two drinks in her hands, each held in an orange, slightly translucent cup.

The dragoness offered him a cup, and he accepted it without a word, downing the contents in one gulp, waiting for the constricting pain of the poison in his stomach. The drink was pleasant, having a nice fizzy, bubbly taste like beer, without the horrible aftertaste that drove him away from the drink. He enjoyed the sensation of the drink, savouring his last few moments alive.

The dragoness took the cup from him, and downed her own cup of liquid, placing the empty vessels on the table and staring down at him.

Jyrtan was confused, the poison that the dragons used was fast acting, and he should be dead by now, or very close to it, he just felt a wonderful light-headedness, not like an alcohol induced one, but rather a gentle lulling feeling, making him feel slightly tired. Maybe the dragoness wished to knock him out and then torture him?

Hyran raised his right arm, the one with the sword, and offered the hilt to her. "I am ready for my punishment milady." Her said, deciding that he should take things into his own hands. Now that he knew he was going to die, he felt rather daring.

The dragoness gave a tinkly little laugh. Hyran looked up in amazement, before quickly averting his eyes downwards again. She must be mocking his stupidity. He wondered what she had in store for him.

"You thought that I was going to kill you, didn't you?" the dragoness asked with something like amusement in her voice.

"Yes, milady." He intoned uncertainly, completely thrown by the turn of events, wondering what was going to happen to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Rise." She commanded idly.

Jyrtan complied.

"Hold out your sword." She said.

Jyrtan did so, holding the hilt in one hand, the end of the blade on the flat palm of his other hand, wondering if she was just going to scar him and leave him disfigured for the rest of his life.

She placed her paw over the base of the sword, where it was most common for people to place insignia.

Jyrtan realized what she was going to do. She was going to mark his sword with the mark of shame, ensuring that he would never be promoted, or ever be given the chance to pass on his genes to the next generation of humans.

He watched as a blue glow started to emanate from underneath her paw. The sword began to grow hot in his hands, but he held on grimly.

She finished working the spell, and removed her paw.

There, shining on the cooling metal, was a beautiful insignia, wrought with gold threads of light intermingled with blue, coiled around a sleeping dragoness with draconic runes running around the bottom edge of the insignia.

Jyrtan gasped, he knew what the symbol meant. He had never seen this exact one, but he knew enough runes to know that they spelt out the name Ilytheria'. Which had to be the dragoness's name. The symbol was the symbol of commendation, allowing the human who bore the mark to enter almost any area of the Draconis Combinus complex freely, and also showing that he had a new commanding officer.

"You are now my champion, Jyrtan." The dragoness said. "Mind you use your new position to help protect me in the coming months."

"But milady!" He said, carefully averting his eyes, wondering how the dragoness knew his name. "I have been rostered for a diplomatic escort mission which leaves tomorrow! I cannot fulfil my duties as a protector if I am not here!"

"I am the one you are escorting. You may leave." The dragoness said simply, dismissing him with a wave of a talon.

Jyrtan rose and left, staring in wonderment at his sword, completely dazed, barely noticing that he almost ran into several dragons and people. He made his way back to his dormitory, not taking his eyes off the insignia once, in case he blinked and it disappeared.

This insignia was a big thing for someone to receive. He hadn't even been on a single mission yet, and he was already a dragoness's champion! He just couldn't figure out why the dragoness would have given him the insignia. He was an unproved, unknown, and human, army trainee. Someone like him getting an insignia was unheard of.

"What's that you got?" A sneering voice asked.

Jyrtan looked up. It was Drethan. He was leaning against the doorframe of the door leading to Jyrtan's dormitory, arms crossed in front of him, completely at ease.

"None of your business." Jyrtan replied coldly, putting as much vehemence into the few words as he could. He quickly sheathed his sword.

Drethan looked down at his sword, and gave another sneer. "Don't tell me you've got a mark of shame and you haven't even been on a mission yet?" He asked, his voice holding a gentle mockery.

"Like it's any of your business." Jyrtan said, stepping in to his dorm and making to close the door.

Drethan stopped him with by jamming his foot in the door, stopping him from closing it. Jyrtan slammed the door on his foot several times, but his shoes were made of steel, so he barely noticed it. Drethan wore shoes of steel because he was an unarmed expert. He could block swords and break necks with his feet, and when he was equipped with steel gauntlets as well, he was fearsome indeed.

"Hah! It'd be just like you to get a mark of shame. You couldn't even get out of your mothers womb properly! You had to be cut out like a stupid, pathetic, snivelling, w"

He didn't finish the sentence. Jyrtan slammed the door open, kicking Drethan square in the stomach, slamming his fist into the back of his neck when he doubled over.

Drethan straightened up, ready to fight, when Jyrtan drew his sword in a lightning-fast movement, laying the blade across his enemy's neck.

Drethan very wisely decided not to move.

Looking down the blade, Drethan had a perfect side-on view of the insignia on Jyrtan's sword.

Even though he had a sword at his throat, which had already drawn a small trickle of blood, Drethan still had the nerve to sneer and say, "See, the mark of shame! Look everybody, Jyrtan's been shamed!"

Doors opened nearby, curious faces poking out of doorways to see what the ruckus was about.

Jyrtan drew the sword from Drethan's throat, turning it on its side, showing him the insignia. Drethan's eyes grew wide as he recognised the insignia.

He bent over, reaching down to his foot, lifting the hem of his pants, turning his foot to the side and showing Jyrtan the insignia on the side of his boot.

It was the same insignia Jyrtan carried.

Jyrtan stared down into Drethan's sneering face, and snap kicked it as hard as he could, snapping his head back and sending him against the opposite wall, a small splatter of blood hitting the wall from his broken nose.

Jyrtan slammed the door shut, and lay down on his bed, seething with anger.

* * *

2 weeks later...

Jyrtan kicked a rock with as much force as he could muster, sending it sailing right to the other side of camp.

He had been given guard duty for the third night in a row. It turned out that his new commanding officer was Drethan, who definitely hadn't forgotten his broken nose.

Jyrtan kicked another rock, deliberately aiming it towards Drethan's tent.

His aim was true, and it went right through the fabric of the tent, hitting a bottle and smashing it in a very loud way.

Jyrtan smiled as Drethan awoke and lit a torch, cursing. But his smile slid off his face as he saw the creature that was suddenly illuminated by the light.

"Alarm!" He shouted as drew his sword and sprinted towards the camp.

Jyrtan could clearly see the outline of the creature. It looked sort of like a porcupine, with huge spines sprouting from its body all over it. He knew that each spine could kill a human with a single stab.

People started moving, waking up slowly as Jyrtan continued to yell. The creature was heading straight towards the tent that Ilytheria used. The only thing that marked it as different was that there was a light shining from inside it, even at this hour, the dragoness was still doing something.

Jyrtan watched as the soldiers finally rallied an organised defence of the dragoness's tent. There had to be every soldier waiting for the creature, all of them ranged around the dragoness's tent.

The creature just walked through them, oblivious to the spears being thrown at it, and the men throwing themselves at it. It waited until all the men surrounded it, attacking ti from all sides, before it suddenly extended its body as far as it could, spinning around in a full three-sixty degree movement, its long tail suddenly flicking out as it whirled.

The blade on the end of its tail cut nearly all the men cleanly in half. Jyrtan watched as every soldier fell, either dead or dying.

He continued running though. But it was hopeless, he was much too far from the tent. The creature tore the tent from the ground, and the dragoness leapt at it, a shield of blue magic already conjured in front of her. She flipped in the air, using her wings to help aim her landing. She landed right behind it, jumping again as it slicked out its tail, trying to catch her with its deadly length.

Jyrtan finally reached the creature, which was facing away from him. He leapt up, rolling into a ball, so as to avoid the spurs. He stabbed downwards as he barrel rolled over the creature, his sword puncturing the creature's neck and slicing through its spine and airways, killing it almost instantly.

He landed perfectly, sliding backwards for a few centimetres on one knee, his back to the dragoness as he watched the creature fall to the ground, his sword sticking up out of its neck.

He turned around and dropped to one knee, averting his gaze towards the ground.

"Are you okay, milady?" He asked.

"No." She said faintly, feeling a pricking sensation in her neck.

Jyrtan looked up, breaking the rules. But he was glad he did. The dragoness had a single spur sticking out of her neck.

Jyrtan leapt up and pulled out the spine, pressing his mouth over the area and sucking as hard as he could, trying to draw the poison from the wound.

"Oh!" The dragoness exclaimed.

Jyrtan stopped, afraid that he had hurt her.

"No, no, keep going." As close to begging as a dragoness could get.

He sucked more powerfully, stopping and spitting a small amount of blood across the sand, and then continuing. He did this three more times, and then stopped, dropping back onto one knee.

"You should be okay now, milady." He said, with averted gaze.

But the dragoness didn't answer. He risked another look upwards, and saw her rubbing at the spot on her neck with a paw.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you milady. But it was necessary to draw the poison from your blood stream." He said.

"No, you didn't hurt me." She said faintly, still rubbing the same spot.

"You're hurt." She exclaimed, staring down at him.

It was at that point that Jyrtan finally felt the pricking on the inside of his thigh.

He looked down and saw a spur sticking out of his thing, a tiny trickle of blood running down to his knee.

"Oh, shit." He said.

"Lie down." Ilytheria ordered.

Jyrtan complied, feeling rather faint.

The dragoness got down between his legs and tore off his pants, using her talons to cut away the offending material. Jyrtan was a bit worried about such sharp objects so close to that area, but he didn't protest.

The dragoness smiled at him, a smile he never saw, before diving down between his legs and latching onto the wound, sucking hard as only a dragon's mouth could.

Jyrtan gritted his teeth, but didn't make a sound as she sucked on his leg. It hurt like nothing he had ever felt before, but he was grateful that the dragoness was doing this for him.

She spat a huge amount of blood over the sand, and sucked once more, finally finishing, spitting the blood across the sand again.

She then began to lick and suckle at the wound gently, soothing the pain.

Jyrtan had a sudden image of the dragoness licking up higher...and higher...

He stopped the thought, suppressing it ruthlessly.

"Thank you." He said weakly, stumbling into the kneeling stance.

"Thank you for defiling yourself to save this unworthy servant." He elaborated, before collapsing onto his stomach, letting the blessed darkness take him.