CHAPTER 1: HUNTING WITH DRAGONS
OF DRAGONS AND GRYPHONS
- CHAPTER 1: HUNTING WITH DRAGONS
by Drake, AKA Frisky_Stallion.
November 9th 2006
This is my third story so far and it's an opening chapter for a series.
Sadly for all the furs that emailed me telling me how much they enjoyed and loved my previous two tales, this one has absolutely nothing to do with them. So I apologize before hand, but I really felt like trying my paw at something different.
This story is definitely and acquired taste and I am sure than most won't like it, but some will love it to their dying moment.
This story came to be because I wanted to write something about dragons, my favorite mythical creature. And they way I did it was simply by putting my paws on the keyboard, shutting my eyes and just writing for about three hours non-stop without breaking the flow, only glimpsing at the pages when I knew I had made a critical typo. What I came out within those three hours is pretty much what you will read ahead.
Honestly, I don't know how to describe this story. The only thing I can assure you is that you won't find many stories like this one here. The way is told, the different views I used and the story telling technique. I honestly DON'T consider it as a good pawing story, because the yiffing is not the main issue I focused in.
By the time I was done writing it I saw that I had worked strong kinks into it such as watersports, explicit scat, marking and some sweat and odor play... again, no idea why, that's just what poured out of my brain.
I think it has a pretty good action sequence and some funny remarks along the way that will leave you all smiling. The only problem I found is that some of those remarks are right in between a yiff, kinda cutting the flow of it... hence for, this is not a good pawing story.
If you want a GREAT pawing story go read "Cumming of an Age" (first episode). But if you have free time and wanna read an actual "tale" and not just a "dragon-meets-some other large male and fucks" story, please continue and enjoy.
I am forced to say that: this story contains M/M sex, oral, watersports, rimming, scat, sweat play, dirty talking and territory marking.
Note: due to the format limitations of the web page everything meant to be on italic is on CAPS. Also every thought, meant to be on a different kind of fond, is marked within dashes. Example: -XXXXX-
BTW, please keep in mind English is not my native tongue, so don't focus on the spelling and grammar.
"Ok, he's not around and won't be back for at least two more hours. The STUPID FUCK went hunting. Ironic, isn't it?" - said a deep voice to two lurking dragons, definitely a male's voice. Whoever had spoken sounded rather mad and referred to the gryphon, the stupid fuck, with despise few can muster even after years of build up hatred.
"Excellent work, my friend. Now scram! We will take it from here." - Korben said to his mysterious informer, speaking only loud enough for him to hear while he kept both yellowish eyes on his target: a white and blue female gryphon that was idly flying around his nest-to-be, way, way above the hiding place of the dragons.
Without as much as a grunt the informer disappeared into the forest, leaving only a trail of rustling branches and leaves behind.
Korben bared his sharp, ivory fangs in anger as he realized that his target might have heard the departure of his informant. The dragon himself was rather big, standing a little over nine feet from the ground to his bladed shoulder, but the prone position he was on hid his size very well. The upper sides of his tail, arms and legs, the back of his head and bone structures of his wings were as black as the night itself. On contrast his belly, chest, underside of his chin, long neck and tail, and the membranes of his wings were of a bright, light red color. His face and snout, which under the proper lighting could look as black as an abyss, were actually covered with really thin, yet resistant, dark, red scales; which only made his yellow, smart-looking eyes with black, cat-like pupils stand out even more in one of the most terrifying, yet spectacular, ways you can imagine possible. Above his head four curved and very sharp, black horns stood up towards the sky, soon followed by a long strand of sharp retractable spikes that he could lower or stand out at his will; this chain of dangerous defensive weapons went all the way down to the pointy knife he had for a tail tip. In opposition to his horns, adding to his diversified color array, his claws and fangs were sparkling white.
"What you reckon?" - he added as quietly as he could, this question directed to the smaller, golden dragon that was lying flat on his chest and belly next to him.
"About... 500 feet. Maybe more. Might be too far away for us." This came from Strash, a rather smaller and younger dragon. While his companion was pushing pass the middle of his lifespan, he was only reaching the first quarter of it. Most of his body was covered with fine, shinny golden scales that made him a beauty to admire even among the most gorgeous of dragons. By simply looking at him one would never presume that someone of such dazzling splendor could be such a dangerous foe. The only parts of him that stood out on his lean, defined body were the sharp, red spikes that went all the way from the base of his two dark, red horns to the razor-sharp red spikes at the very tip of his tail, a trade that he was more than happy to share with Korben. His clearer underbelly, even though not that different in color from the rest of his body, was nonetheless a discrepancy. The underside of his neck and tail had, just like his chest and belly, a creamy skin-like color that melted in perfect harmony with the rest of his colorful features. No even his profound red eyes with black, stretched pupils seemed out of place. In one word he was: magnificent.
"Nonsense, we can take her. Her mate is out of the RING, now it's our chance." His black pupils swam from side to side inside the yellow river of his eyes as they followed every turn and twist of the flying gryphon.
"Feathers ARE lighter than membranes, remember?" - said the younger dragon as he stretched one of his golden wings and flapped a little to prove his point. "Besides, she is a female. She's got to be at least 450 pounds lighter than us. That a HUGE advantage, we've already talked about this."
"And you think I don't know that?" - Korben roared in response, snapping at the younger dragon's insolence. "May I ask who thought you how to hunt, hatchling?" - he added once he was sure the female gryphon hadn't heard his quiet roar.
"You did." - Strash said and immediately dropped his gaze to the floor. This being the usual way young dragons should apologize to the elder. Still, he was daring enough to hum deeply, letting Korben know how annoyed he felt.
-You did...- Korben seemed to tell him, urging him to finish the sentence properly only with the will of his stare. His cat-like pupils seemed to pierce right into the golden dragon's soul, making him bend like a stem under a heavy storm.
"You did, SIR."
"Much better. Now... on part, you are right. She IS a female and she IS lighter than us... and I am not getting any younger. That is where you come in, Strash. You are young and probably just as fast as she is. The very same reason why YOU will be the one to bring her in this time."
"Me?" - he questioned, assuming he had heard wrong.
"You have a problem with that, hatchling? Maybe she is too much for you to handle?"
"No... no... I... thank you... Sir. I, it's just..." The tone of his voice and body language clearly indicating he was shocked. Amazed to be more precise. Amazed at what he had just heard and could still not bring himself to believe. This was the first time the elder dragon had even consider allowing him to command a chase on his own... the fact that it was against a full grown female gryphon only made it more unbelievable and way, way more exciting.
"Ease down! Jeez! I can-fucking-smell you already." - complained Korben as he dropped his chin to the ground below the leaves-line. His wide, red nostrils flared once more, picking up the strong, musky odor of the excited young dragon. "Either control yourself or get the fuck out of here, you are going to give us away."
The release of pheromones was a natural reaction of the draconian anatomy when they grew excited or tense, especially in young dragons.
"Sorry..." - mumbled the golden dragon, immediately rubbing himself on the lose dirt as quietly as he could in order to cover up the sweat that was beginning to drip out in-between his blond scales.
Korben sniffed again and tilted his head with a half satisfied smirk; the scent of his partner was still in the air but not in amounts enough for the winds to carry all the way up to where the female gryphon was flying. "Alright, listen to me now. Your job is to herd her MY way, not to bring her down yourself."
To this Strash frowned a little, the importance of his task had just dropped considerably but was still a great opportunity to prove himself to the elder, more experienced dragon.
"I'll hide under the trees-line over that away..." - continued the red dragon as he pointed in the direction of a thick patch of pine trees with his tail tip. "... and will remain hidden until the right moment comes." He waited for a second and snorted. "Take the hint! That's when you say..."
"That... I am thankful for this chance? No, no... very thankful." - stuttered the younger dragon, paying little if any attention at all to Korben.
"Stop staring at her feathery ass for one second and focus dammit. We are trying to bring down a gryphon, CAPISH? Female or not, she is still a fucking gryphon, don't you ever forger that."
"Sorry."
"One more sorry out of you and I will make sure you can't use your jaws for a whole week just so I won't have to listen to you pathetic apologizing-obsession anymore." The smaller dragon only nodded this time and stared at him firmly, for once he looked focused and calmed. "The right moment, in other words what YOU should have said, will be: WHEN I CHASE HER DOWN ON TOP OF YOUR HIDING SPOT." These last words he only mouthed, allowing Strash to understand the plan. "So?"
"So... I will herd her down over to those trees where you will be waiting for the opportune moment to tackle her and bring her down."
"EXACTLY!" - Korben mouthed with a big smile on his snout. "Ok, I think we are ready. No wait! One last thing." He turned to Strash, gripped him by the shoulder blade and squeezed down on his blond scales to make sure he had his full attention. "For god sakes, DO NOT burn a feather off her, you know how fast those damn things catch on fire, and DONT hurt her badly either... remember, we still need her for our plan."
Strash opened his maw as if to say something but faltered and felt silence.
"Strash, hatchling, look at me. Can you or can't you take her?"
The young dragon looked up into the sky once more, his brain calculating the infinite possibilities and outcomes of the hunt as he stared at his prey. He knew female gryphons were everything but an easy catch. Through his short life he had seen gryphons rip out the throats of many dragons with their strong and sharp beaks. Watched them slice and pierce through the armored-scaled chest of more than one unlucky dragon in order to pluck out their vital organs. And finally, but not least important, he remembered the tail of the gryphons. Even though it only looks like a regular lion's tail, a gryphon's tail is so much more than that. It can create enough pressure with a simple hug to crush down the skull of any animal on the face of the earth and can also slash out as a defensive mechanism at amazing speeds. Adding all that to the facts that she was, most likely, faster, and more agile than him and that in this particular occasion fire breath was not a part of his arsenal, clearly gave the advantage to the feathery female. "Yes." - he said finally after gulping down the knot that was lodged in the middle of his long throat. If was going to have any chance on taking her he would need to scare her off into a frenzy escape, he knew this well. Fighting her face to face was not a smart option, since it would surely end up in blood shed, HIS blood.
"Ok, snap out of it, Strash. We have done this before, you and I. You CAN do this, you were born for this. You are the predator, she is your prey. Never forget that. Now, go claim her!"
"Yes, sir. I will, sir." He was about to stand up but stopped. Instead he turned his snout towards the red dragon and tenderly nuzzled his cheek, giving it a loving lick as he purred. "Don't worry. I won't let you down."
-Don't face her. Watch for the talons and tail. Don't fry her. Herd her, herd her. That's all that matters. Focus, focus! Don't blow it.- The voice of his mentor, and sometimes his own and other dragons he had met along the way, echoed inside his head, giving him advise, cheering him on while he gathered speed and climbed up into the clear sky to meet the female gryphon. Her name was Pondra. She was at the latest part of the first half of her life, which made her extremely strong and smart.
He and Korben had been eyeing the couple of gryphons for over a month. -Learning everything you can about your enemy is always a smart thing to do,- Korben had taught him when he was nothing but a clumsy hatchling. Actually that had been the very first thing he had taught him as far as hunting went, something both of them did with brilliance and pleasure.
By now they both knew that their MARKS had recently mated and decided to build up a family lair for their future offspring right at the very top of a thin, rocky cliff which was deprived of all vegetation. The exact same cliff he was now beating his wings so rapidly and powerfully to reach.
Just the night before both dragons had gone over the whole "stats" of their preys as professionally as any human boxer would analyze those of his opponent. They both knew extremely well that she was about six feet three inches tall from talon-to-shoulder, weighted about 990 pounds and had a wing-spam of about fourteen feet as well as a bad habit for pecking at his food excessively before eating it.
The blueish-violet, pointy, equine like ears of Pondra picked up the sound of beating wings way before the holes in her beak registered the scent of the golden dragon. Her ears and head turned at once towards the approaching sound as she stopped in mid air, muscles tensed, as she was caught of guard. By the time her gifted eagle eyes locked onto the approaching dragon he was only a couple hundred feet away from her and climbing fast. She had to make a decision right then and she knew it.
-Fuck! She is going for the lair,- thought Strash as soon as he saw Pondra pull a "one eighty" turn and begin to fly towards the opening at the top of the cliff. He knew that he might not be as fast as her on the long run, but with the momentum he was carrying he at least had a shot at making it on time. In a heartbeat he made up his mind and changed his course from the female gryphon to the surface of the cliff. -Come on, come on!,- he urged himself as he kept on watching out of the corner of his eye, seeing how Pondra was getting closer and closer to her salvation by the second.
Down below, well hidden underneath the green leaves of the numerous trees Korben watched every move his partner made, hopping that this NEW IDEA would work better than the previous one. "Too risky, hatchling, too risky. Not to mention how much that hard hit is going to hurt. But then again, a good idea if you get it to work." - admitted the dragon, calmly speaking to himself out loud. Then, without much reason to, he smiled and snorted. "Cocky... completely COCKY... that word suits you perfectly, my beautiful lover."
-Oh, dragon!,- Strash thought just before he braced himself for impact. He surely didn't know exactly how fast he was flying when he crashed belly and chest-first against the red, rocky surface of the cliff but it sure hurt like hell. The impact had been so strong he had nearly rebounded off into a giant fall but had miraculously managed to dig fourteen of his eighteen claws, two had snapped and were now bleeding, into the giant wall. He shook his head, forcing the dizziness of the collision away. As he looked up he saw Pondra flying at top speed towards the lair entrance and realized she would definitely make it there in no more than six or maybe five more wing-beats. "...!" To his bitter surprise that was all that came out of his lips when he tried to roar. With everything that was going on he had hardly noticed the fact that he had knocked the air out of his lungs with the impact just when he needed it the most. He cursed himself for being so reckless and forced himself to pant, trying to suck as much air as he could into his lungs.
"She's gone" - muttered Korben with a disappointed snarl stamped on his snout.
"Not quite... YET!" The first two words only played out inside Strash´s head but the last one came out as a powerful roar followed by a sea of flames that waved its way upwards into the sky like a fiery geyser.
"That's my boy!" - roared Korben with a half chuckle and rather amazed when he saw Pondra force herself to stop in mid-air in order to avoid the fire curtain that closed her path and do the only thing she had left to do: dive into a desperate getaway flight. He had no idea how Strash had pulled that one off, but he had done it none-the-less and he wasn't surprised at all. He knew damn well what the younger dragon was capable of even better than Strash himself.
"Yes!" - celebrated the golden dragon with a triumphal roar as he saw his prey fly by pass him only a couple feet from his position, diving as fast as she could for her life. "Now you are mine, bitch. Gravity is on my side... and so is your fear." - he said to himself as he pushed himself off the cliff's surface and twisted his body with uncanny agility, tugging his wings and legs as close to his body as he could to drop down like a cannon ball, a trade quite unique to dragons.
Being so close to home, to security, to life and then being thrown back into a struggle for you life can do so much to someone. In this case, Pondra´s case, it knocked all reason out of her head, nearly driving her insane. She was so afraid and freaked out that all she could think about doing was beating her wings as fast as she could to escape. Unfortunately for her she chose to do it in a dropping-fashion style and it wasn't until she heard the whistling sound the body of her hunter made behind her that she realized her mistake and changed direction in order to fly horizontally to the trees-line.
As soon as he saw her alter her course Strash spread his wings as wide as he could, causing the same effect as deploying a gigantic parachute would, stopping his drop violently in a split second. Remembering the indications of his mentor he positioned himself a couple feet above her position and roared loudly to scare her down closer to the trees. It worked beautifully, putting a big smile on his face. Not like he needed that extra incentive anyway. He had been smiling since the whole thing began. Something about the thrill of the chase and the excitement of the hunt just makes dragon COMPLETELY happy, no matter what. Better than food, better than sex... just... total bliss despite the outcome.
The roaring drove Pondra to fly harder and therefore faster. Infront of her she could see an open landscape with mountains at the far end and trees covering the land until they reached a wide river. She had room to gain speed and that was the only way she was going to make it. Forcing her wing joints into overdrive she started to pull away for the young dragon. The effort made every single muscle in her body hurt and her heart felt as if it was being boiled as well as her lungs, but it was worth it... life was worth it. She risked a quick look-back and saw the golden dragon becoming smaller and smaller by the second. She had done, she would survive, or so she thought.
A dead knocking blow came from underneath her, catapulting her at least one hundred or so feet into the sky. She turned and twisted in mid-air as everything seemed to slow down and lose perspective. By the time her eyes focused again she was floating, belly up, under a red wall. She shook her head, trying to make sense of what had happened. The shock of the blow still unenabling her from registering any pain. She tried to beat her wings but they were stuck on something. Finally a jolt of pain struck her right on the arms and then on her wings joints. She shook again, her beak hit the red wall... only that it wasn't a wall. It was warm. NOT A WALL, she understood at last. A DRAGON.
Korben roared in pain at the incredibly hard collision he had caused that sent Pondra spinning into the open sky. For a moment he had nearly fainted but managed to regain his awareness just in time to avoid a crash landing. His wings felt heavy but he had no mayor problems sustaining flight right over the trees even has his tail actually trashed from side to side inside the tree tops. "Mother fucker!" - he roared extremely pissed off. His right shoulder felt as if an avalanche had just hit it and knocked it out of its socket.
He had just started gazing into the sky in search for the female gryphon's body when a concerned roared came to his ears. "I'm alright, stay back." - was his reply to the question the younger, and definitely concerned, dragon roared out. As his eyes found its target his head immediately turned to the south were the body of the female gryphon was beginning to make its way down, freefalling to the ground. -Fucking, fat whore! I should let you die,- were his thoughts right as he started flying to intercept her fall. "This is for nearly knocking me out with your disgusting fat ass." - he growled out, venting all his anger and hatred for the gryphon, as he extended all eighteen claws, ten on his forepaws and eight on the rear ones, and stabbed her prey, breaking her fall.
"Did you see THAT?" - said Strash as he stopped next to Korben to hover, pointing back to the cliff with the tip of his golden tail. By then the elder dragon was already shifting the body of the groggy female gryphon from side to side and turning it over in order to restrain her four paws together with two of his own, his rear ones, and her wings with his fore ones, leaving the female hanging belly-up like a useless sac of potatoes. "Did you? Did you? Did you? Oh, pleaaaaaaaaase tell you saw it!" - he begged, intercrossing the fingers of his forepaws right under his chin like a greedy person would.
Korben smiled, but hid it well, and directed a cold, un-amused stare to the young dragon. He had done GREAT, no doubt about that. And he was more than thrilled and happy of seeing him succeed in such a spectacular way against the odds, but that wasn't the time to celebrate and much less to act like a three year old who had just blew his first fire burp, and it was up to him to teach him that. "You are stinking up the place again, hatchling." That was all he said to him instead, clearly disappointing him. WE FINISH THE JOB AND THEN WE CELEBRATE; another valuable lesson for the youngster.
"Oh come on, old-timer. I know you love how I smell when I get all turned on and excited like this." - joked the golden dragon, even daring to nuzzle his mentor and lock his lips into a passionate kiss as he panted deeply, both paws stroking Korben´s cheeks and chin.
Korben grunted as the warm tongue of Strash slid into his unprepared snout and nearly dropped his price. The scent of his fellow dragon was nearly intoxicating, easily making his heart race and his sheath twitch with life. He hated admitting it, but Strash was damn right. He loved the way the young dragon smelled when he sweated or became aroused. Scratch that... he adored it beyond anything else in life! And the fact the young fucker new it perfectly well only made him angry. If Strash had wanted it he could have lifted his chest scales to rub a paw directly to his bare skin or simply slid it inside his sheath and then rub it onto his dark snout and the musky scent of the golden dragon would have been well more than enough, not mattering how hard he fought it, for him to end up dropping his package and giving in to his lust.
Lucky Strash was way smarter than to waste his first-ever catch and pulled back but not before stealing a long, slow sniff at his prey's chest and chin.
"Seems like you enjoyed it... and are still enjoying this... a lot!" - said Korben chuckling as he eyed the fully hard and halfway exposed erection of the sunny dragon.
"Uh? Yeah... I am. Any problem with that?" - he snorted back in a playful mood, not giving a shit that his blueish/blackish, pointy dragonhood was sticking out of its golden sheath and throbbing fully hard, even wet already. "Besides, it seems like I am not the only one out here with his cock sticking out."
"Not at all!" - roared Korben with a laugh worthy of a mad scientist. He finally allowed himself to lighten up and smile to the younger dragon. He knew his cock was also semihard and that its red tip was indeed peaking out of his even darker, red sheath.
"If I couldn't get it up all the way anymore I wouldn't be that proud."
"Keep it up, wiseass, and I'll have to show you how hard it gets as soon as I dump this piece of shit off my paws."
"Uuuh! Was that a threat?"
Korben shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle some.
"Cause if it was an invitation, you old thing, I'm all IN. And by the way, don't worry. This BIG BONER here..." He pulled his sheath all the way back, wrapped both forepaws around his throbbing hardon and stroked himself a couple times, drawing out a few jets of clear dragon precum "...is only because of you and your gorgeous, red boner, my strong sire." He only whispered the last sentence over to Korben´s ear, dropping his voice to a sensual grunt when making reference to his hard member while he stroked the red scales on the bigger dragon's chest. "It's not, and it will never be, because of that skanky, skinny bitch you are holding in your power."
"I know, I know. But believe me, if you had slammed into her like I did you wouldn't be calling her SKINNY. Oh, fuck! I need to get back to the lair. This bitch is starting to wake up." - he added as he felt Pondra shifting, Strash nodded in reply. Just as a precaution he judged it wise to stab her a little in the wing joints and paws to calm her down, which actually worked like a charm and caused the feathery prisoner to stop struggling. "Hey! This is YOUR catch actually. Think you can finish up in there?" - he asked him, tilting his head towards the cliff top.
"Really?!!!"
Korben nodded with a smile, and then added: "You've earned it."
"Hell yes!!!!!!" - he roared and judging by the increasingly strong male scent in the air he was more than loving the idea. "My very first claimed territory." - he mumbled to himself, thrilled about the way that sounded.
"Maybe you should start with that thing." - Korben suggested in a teasing way as he flicked his tail across Strash´s throbbing, blue dragonhood. "Then work your way around as you please... just an experienced dragon's advice."
Strash slid a paw down his chest, slowly over to his belly and finally down to his erection and gave it a teasing jerk, squeezing the very base of his thirty two inches of exposed dragon flesh in order to make it throb rock-hard and fully engorged. "I might just take it this time."
The heavy carcass of a reindeer forced Lean to beat his feathery wings harder than the usual in order to gain altitude as he headed over to his nest after a fruitful day of hunting. The dying rays of the setting sun making his black and golden wings glimmer in such a beautiful way that not even the best of artists could ever portrait.
Lean was, by all rights, a gorgeous specimen. Although he was a little over weighted, he was definitely one of the strongest and biggest gryphons around. On top of his black head sat two feathery-looking, pointy ears with which he could easily hear a mouse walking from incredible distance. Most of his body was covered with fine, short, black fur, nearly feline like, except for his crotch, chest, chin and cheeks that were milky white. His beak, much like his tail tip and a good portion of his wings, was golden.
As he got closer to the cliff he felt relieved, he was finally going to be able to give his paws and wings a well needed and deserved rest, not to mention have another go at her beautiful mate's warm pussy. But soon his relief turned into worry. He quickly scanned the area again with worried eyes. Something was missing... her! At first he managed to control his fear, telling himself that she must have gone inside the nest despite his suggestion to stay outside, circling the cliff... vigilant. His concern grew even more with renewed strength when he called her name and she didn't reply. He was still a good couple hundred meters below the entrance and rising but still, gryphons have excellent hearing. She should have heard him! Now it was clear to him that something was wrong.
Ironically, fate chose that the weakest of his senses be the one to confirm his deepest fears. Once he got close enough to the nest his beak-mounted nostrils caught the potent odor of a dragon filling the air.
His hunting price slipped from his grasp, much like his happiness, and freefell hundreds of feet before slamming death-on against the sharp rocks below and exploding in a gory splat of entrails and flesh. Lean did nothing to prevent this. He had gone into a state of shocking-fear that had him completely paralyzed at the very entrance of his lair.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he finally came to his senses and flew inside. There, in front of his very own golden eyes, laid a scene that was beyond the most horrible of his nightmares. What no more than a couple hours ago had been a heartwarming, new nest now looked like a desolated battleground.
He quickly hurried pass the main cavern, forcing himself to try and block out the scents he sniffed and the disgusting consistency of whatever he stepped on. He could worry about all those problems later on. Now he only cared for her, finding her. He needed to find her!
He had no luck in the next two chambers, only one remained. The one they had chosen to be the nursery for their soon to come offspring. As he jumped/flew his way across a circular tunnel a dreadful thing occurred to him. Fate had already showed him in the past that it's-not-without a sense of irony. He knew out of personal experience than when things could get better, they usually take a turn to the worst. With this in mind he could picture the disemboweled life-less body of her lover torn to pieces, scattered all over the room. He had seen dragons do this to a couple gryphons when he was a youngster himself. Males, females, elder or cubs, they didn't care. He knew that when a dragon went for the kill, remorse was the last thing they would feel. And finding death where life was expected to blossom INDEED would be the ultimate irony, the ultimate cosmic joke... the thing he feared the most. And it could be waiting for him just around the next turn of the tunnel.
A glimpse of hope lifted his trashed spirit when he found the room just as empty and "dishonored" as the previous ones. She wasn't here. That meant she could still be alive. He had to find her!
Without the ghost of Pondra´s death clouding his sight and judgment he returned to the main cavern and started to study the crime scene.
The place was a frightening mess. Not daring to look at it he closed his eyes and focused on other senses like touch and smell. Idly he walked around the room and soon images began to form in his head. At first their nest, just as new, just as he had left it before going out that very same morning. He forced himself to block out certain odors, he would deal with those later, and focused on discovering who the perpetrator, soon to be death perpetrator, was.
The color-less snout and soon entire head of a dragon began to appear in the mists of his mind. A few sniffs later he could see, in the insides of his shut eyelids, a quadruped dragon. Then his paw found a slight hole in the ground. -A recent dragon print,- he quickly recognized. He lowered his beak to it and sniffed again. Now the dragon in his head had grown a pair of wings and had gained color. "A sunny outcast. I should have expected it." - he mumbled underneath his breath as he followed the path of destruction the dragon had left behind.
Soon the trail led him all the way into his chamber. He could literally see him, the perpetrator, walking in front of him, trashing everything they owned with his tail and claws. Buffing big waves of fiery hell onto their nest only to jump on the ashes and roll around in them in a sickening display of insolence. Once happy his body scent had been imprinted on everything the gryphons owned in that chamber the imagine in his head decided to laid down on his wings right on top of the half-burned nest.
Lean knew what he had done, but still he had to make sure, he needed to gather as much evidence as he could if he wanted to have a chance of saving Pondra. So, with her in mind, he walked into the nest and nearly broke down in tears. What he smelled made him sick to his stomach. This dragon had not only stolen from him, he had dishonored his very existence by disrespecting his nest.
He could imagine the pleasure the dragon had felt when he slid both paws over his crotch and coaxed his member out. He also knew the dragon was in no hurry. The motherfucker had taken his time, he was sure of it. He had played with his dragonhood until it stood at full hardness. Then he had flipped over and began rubbing it against the nest, thrusting his precuming member in the bed. HIS bed! Where he and Pondra had mated so many times. Where they had expressed their love for each other and spent so many wonderful nights and days. Now all that was gone. Destroyed. Vanished from existence by a perverted dragon.
He felt so much hate flowing through his veins that he couldn't take it anymore, he had to see. Finally he opened his eyes and scoffed in completely desperation. Now he was sure that the dragon had worked himself over to a massive climax that clearly covered their entire nest and even more because he could still see the white, creamy stains that the thick globs of dragon-sperm had left on the nest and floor.
"And that was just the beginning." - yelled Strash as he chewed on a piece of zebra that still had the striped patterned skin attached to it.
"I CERTAINLY hope not. It's only beginning to get good... really, really good." - replied Korben. He was already done with his share of the zebra and was constantly picking pieces of it from in-between his fangs. "Well... go on then!"
Both dragons had been at home, that being their lair at the base of a risky mountain, for the past hour in which Strash had been charged with making the "light snack" they were having more enjoyable with his story.
For the moment they found themselves in one of the lower caverns of the lair, way below ground level, where only three burning torches shone in the darkness.
Korben was lying on a pile of dried out bones from all kinds of animals. He had taken considerable time to arrange them in such a way so that he could leave his tail and rear paws hanging over the edge without touching the ground. Of course the pile had a taller side where he was now resting the back of his head, sort of like a bony-dragon pillow he had come to love.
Strash had chosen, much like everything else regarding Korben and himself, a very different set up. He had built a chair-like device out of wood, engraving it with gold details, in which he now sat in a very unusual pose for a dragon that he seemed to like much to Korben´s surprise. Both his front arms were resting on top of the back-rest of the "chair", his chest pressed firmly also against the back-rest where his wings should have been and his legs were wide spread to the sides of his invention as if he were ridding a horse.
"Ok, ok. So..." He stood up and mimicked a creeping motion by standing on his tip-toes. "... as soon as I was done spooging the shit out of their bed, or whatever those fuckers call it, I eeeeeaaaaaased myself into the "nursery" chamber. And here... well, you know how one gets after emptying his balls out."
Korben nodded with a big smile which would have been bigger if he hadn't had three claws stuck inside his snout scrapping leftovers from his fangs. Instinctively he slid one paw down to his sheath, which at that point was rather bulged up thanks to Strash´s semi pornographic story.
"You can never resist the wet parts of a story, old dragon." - teased the younger dragon when he saw him grip the base of his thick sheath and fondle the top of his heavy, red dragon orbs with the tips of his fingers.
"Hey! I've seen and heard you blow off your load billions of times, you cocky bastard. BUT..." He distracted his left paw from its fangs-digging labor and held it up in front of his face, one finger sticking out as well as its claw. "... I have never heard about you marking someone's ground."
"And that's because YOU took ALL of them."
"I AM the elder dragon here, so live with it."
"And I was the marking-virgin for like... ages! Kinda unfair wouldn't you say?"
Korben only smiled at him.
"Well not anymore, hot stuff." - added Strash with a grin on his face.
"And THAT is precisely why I am holding my dick now, hatchling. It's not everyday my baby gets to mark his first territory."
Strash laughed and shock his head. "Fine, old timer, whatever you say. Hey! Say what! I'll even act it out for ya. How's that?"
"That will only give you more cum to clean off my scales after I am done."
"I don't care. I love your cum. I could live off of it if you could produce enough of that delicious dragon milk to feed me eight times a day."
Korben lifted a scaly-eyebrow as he gave Strash a sideways view that said: EIGHT TIMES??!!
"I am a growing dragon." He winked at him and devoured the rest of the zebra's leg he had been holding thorough the conversation.
"I am pretty sure my balls will take care of making all that cum for you." - he said to Strash while he was still chewing his meat. The young dragon directed him a happy glance, his eyes filled with lustful hope. "BUT... on the other paw, I don't think my heart will sustain eight mating sessions with such a hot young thing as yourself, gorgeous."
Strash laughed, chocking on his meat a little. "Yeah, right. I want a stiff cock, not a stiff dragon." They both laughed it off for a while before Strash resumed his story. "So, as I was saying... they also had a nest-like thing for their future hatchlings. That was the first thing I saw in the room and, naturally, my first target. I walked over to it and reared up, sticking a set of claws on the ceiling to sustain myself of course." His actions following every single one his words. "I pulled my sheath all the way back and tugged my spent, limp, blue member out..."
"I love how that big thing of yours hangs when it's all floppy. Mmmm, it's fucking beautiful." - Korben said with a deep grunting tone as he exposed his semihard, dark, red dragonhood and finally decided to give his fangs a rest to move that paw over to cup his heavy, slightly clearer, red orbs.
"Fuck, Korben!... thanks... but HUSH! Ok... since that was my first time, I was still really, really excited. Cumming definitely didn't stop the pounding in my heart and apparently other things were still working too because my cock started dripping a mix of precum and semen as soon as I touched it. Still, even as turned on as I was, I knew I couldn't orgasm again that soon. BUT, that didn't mean I couldn't spread all that gooey mix on their future babies nest and that is exactly what I did. I took pawfuls of my precum-slash-cum and rubbed it all over the nest and walls."
By now Korben was purring loudly as he fondled his balls. His cock stood at full hardness, that being forty two inches of throbbing red dragoncock.
"But it wasn't long until I couldn't take it anymore. I mean..." Strash reached for his crotch and pushed a paw hard against his lower belly. "... it felt like my fucking bladder was about to explode. So I stepped right in front of their nest, reared up again and roared out as loud as I could right at the moment the first spurt of my urine came gushing out my pisshole. And... Oh fuck! Did it felt good!" - he roared, acting out the whole scene with exaggerated motions and waving.
Korben couldn't help but chuckle at the next part of the story as he saw Strash stand up on his rear legs and wave his soft, blue member from side to side as if he were madly pissing all over the place. He truly felt happy for him; he knew exactly what he had felt. He had felt it himself a long time ago when he had first marked a lair as his own.
"I had never gotten such a kick out of pissing. I mean... seriously, it was fucking amazing! I didn't know one could get so much pleasure out of simply pissing!" He slapped a paw on his side while he laughed in a near demented way. "Oh, I was forgetting! And since I had so much to leak out I decided it was time to go... that's right, mister... for a stroll!" He stood up as tall as he could and started walking around with his front paws held up in the air, cock twisting and swinging from side to side as he walked around.
"You pissed as you went?" - asked Korben truly amazed, barely able to hold his laughter but definitely NOT able to hold back on his speeding jerking.
Strash nodded with a big smile. "Hell yes. I pissed all the way back to..."
Lean grunted a complain as his beak slammed against the wall at the beginning of another tunnel. He had been so immerse in his chase for the scent that he hadn't even notice where it had taken him. Now, eyes wide open, he could see a snaking wet mark that jumped from side to side of the tunnel that connected the chambers with the main cavern. "Fucker pissed all over my walls?" - he asked himself out loud, his anger and hate for this dragon only growing more and more as he discovered new atrocities he had performed to his home.
He kept going, only a step behind the mental image of Strash. He saw him walk by the tunnel, urinating the floor and walls as he went. Then he saw him go down to his fours, the prints on the floor confirmed this, and prance around the living area, splashing every single thing they owned with his musky urine. Finally he reached a part of the chamber where the urine stench died, the spot where Strash had sat back to shake the last drops of his bladder juice out.
As he looked to the side, out of the corner of his eye, he knew it was time for the hardest part of his investigation. He gulped, shook his head and lowered his beak over to the floor as he dropped to all fours. Immediately the mental picture of Strash appeared again before him. This time the young dragon was spreading his rear legs and squatting down, his tail bend upwards, high into the air...
"Hey watch the claws!" - roared Korben as he felt Strash´s claws digging in between the red scales of his arms.
Strash had jumped on top of the elder dragon, nearly causing the strategically sorted bones-pile to collapse, and now found himself facing the rigid member of the red dragon. Korben´s engorged maleness was already covered with a thick, transparent layer of warm, sticky precum and, for no reason what-so-ever, did he have stop stroking it. Nop, he just kept beating at it non-stop. Using his own precum, which kept flowing like an active geyser, for lubricant. A dragon on a mission, one could say.
"Don't complain, old dragon, and pay attention." - Strash snapped as he lowered his hinds right onto Korben´s head. Once he was happily squatted on top of him, both sets of fore claws dug into the red dragon's forearms and the rears ones into his shoulders blades. He then slowly lifted his yellowish-creamy tail in the most sensual way he could muster, bending it backwards until the very tip of it came to rest against the back of his skull, exposing his anal slit.
"Now, aint that a thing of beauty?" - moaned Korben as soon as he looked up and saw how the fine, creamy-colored scales of Strash's underside began to stretch, teasingly parting to give him a clear view of the sexy, pinkish tailhole of the golden dragon. "Fuck, baby, your tailhole is so beautiful." He leaned up, panting softly with his nostrils only a few inches away from the smooth asshole. The strong scent of young-dragon-ass rapidly overflowing his brain with lust and desire, making his member splash out wad after wad of warm precum. Not being able to resist any longer he slowly rubbed his nostrils onto the inviting tailhole and, after taking in one more deep sniff of it, he began to gently caress it with his lips before finally placing one tender, loving kiss on it.
The young dragon shivered from toes to horns as he first felt the warm breath of his lover covering his exposed anus and then his scaly lips kissing it. Without letting a second to go to waste he forced himself to relax a little and began winking his asshole in a teasing matter until he finally took pity on Korben, who kept moaning out in lust and kissing the spreading anus the whole time, and completely opened his pinkish tailhole, another dragon treat, to reveal the greasy redness hidden inside of its warmth. And then even a stronger jolt of pleasure hit him when he felt Korben´s hot, thick tongue soak the outside of his anus with his warm, slick saliva and then eagerly part his shithole with his draconic tongue only to burry it deep inside his hot tailpipe. Every single one of his claws retracted and shot out of his fingers when Korben slurped hard all around his tailhole. He knew he had probably hurt his lover, since he wiggled underneath him, but he also knew he didn't care at that point and that he couldn't really do anything about it. Besides, he was already so lost in a sea of pleasure cause by the vivid memories of the afternoon and the snaking, wet tongue he had stuffed up his shithole, poking deeper and deeper into him by the second, that he wasn't going to worry about where he stuck his claws or not.
"So..." - he finally continued after a couple minutes in which he did noting but enjoy the great rim job Korben was giving him. "... I started pushing. At first I felt a bit weird... forcing myself to shit in the middle of a living area, I mean. But as soon as I started feeling my bowels squeeze and felt my shit pass my intestines and down to my rectum the discomfort faded. I understood what I was doing and why I was doing it."
Korben only moaned from underneath his young lover as a new aroma caught his attention and he didn't even need to open his eyes or as much as think about it to know what it was. Immediately his paws left his throbbing hardon and full testicles and gripped Strash´s raging boner. The sunny dragon roared out loud as soon as he gripped his cock, one paw wrapped around at the very base of the dark, blue dragonhood while the other hugged his entire cocktip which was already soaking wet. After some cock massaging he heard Strash mumble some sort of curse in-between short, deep gasps but found himself way more interested in what he felt against his tongue. A warm feeling covered his snout as Strash farted onto his maw at the exact same moment the greasy anal canal that lodged his thick tongue clamped down around it. Without thinking about it he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He could smell the penetrating stench of Strash´s shit in such detailed he nearly placed a taste to it.
Strash grunted a soft whimper and lowered his tail involuntarily onto Korben´s head and horns as he mumbled an apology and made a motion to move away. He definitely wasn't happy and smiling anymore.
Holding him firmly by the tail, Korben lifted it up again and held the golden dragon in place by the balls, his lips never parting the now clamped-shut asshole. "Ssshhh. It's alright, baby. Don't worry, it's alright." - moaned around the warm asshole, quickly sliding a paw from Strash´s crotch to his belly and chest, petting him gently and carefully to calm him down. "Easy, my hot and sexy beast. Easy." - he repeated over and over as he resumed fondling the dangling golden testicles of his lover. He could feel his heart pounding and his creamy chest heaving up and down against his paw. After a couple more seconds of kissing and licking the pink tailhole of his lover it slowly relaxed once more and parted open for him. This time he could feel the scent of dragon dung even without the need to Strash passing gas against his snout. Once sure his lover was completely relaxed and off his panic attack, he pulled back and lovingly nuzzled and licked the wide-open anus of his mate. "And then what...?"
"Are.. uh... are you sure you wanna hear the rest?" - hesitated the young dragon. Even after Korben´s efforts he was still very nervous and was beginning to sweat profoundly. Which he knew would only increase his lover's lust since dragon sweat, especially that of a young dragon, works wonders on dragon's libido.
"Finish your story, precious. I wanna hear it." - said the elder dragon while petting his sides and rump to reassure him.
Strash nodded, even if Korben couldn't see him, and moved back a little over to straddle his mate's snout. He heard him spit and a second later both of his paws were lubing up his blue, hard dragonhood with warm saliva and soon began stroking it. "I... ugh, god... fuck that's it... I pushed harder and felt my... mmm... my asshole open up slowly..."
"Could you smell your delicious stench like I can now, sexy?" - asked Korben as he rubbed his nostrils against his opening asshole and sniffed deeply, panting out a pleasure moan as he inhaled the shitty scent of the golden dragon. To his surprise and pleasure, this time he also found the wetness of his sweat on his rump and the corresponding musky scent in the air, which of course only made him purr louder as well as making his cock begin to throb painfully hard.
"Yeah!... I could..." - he panted out, feeling his bowels rhythmically coaxing out a hard turd closer and closer to his shithole.
"That's it, good cub. Good boy." - Korben kept telling him while he slowly kept stroking his rock-hard member, not wanting him to cum just yet. He knew his lover well, keeping him on the verge of climax was not a hard thing to do. At least not as hard as both of their cocks were anyway. Even leaned back a couple inches from his muscular golden ass as he was, he could clearly smell the stench of dragon dung coming out of the throbbing asshole.
Strash began to call out his lover's name, urgency in his voice, but he hushed him once more and reassured him with more gentle pets, shaft stroking and another kiss right on the anus. The pleasure was too much for him to take and the urge to strong to ignore. Casting all worries away, he shut his eyes, dropped his head down, letting his chin rest on top of Korben´s warm testicles and pushed. He was so worked up it didn't take him long to felt his rosebud begin to spread open as a few good ten inches of a hot, thick, brownish turd slid out.
"Good boy! There you go, hatchling. Breathe in. Take in your exquisite, arousing scent. Think about how that entire cave will forever smell of your sperm, piss and shit... of you." This said, he parted his jaws and pressed his lips to Strash´s asshole, his tongue flicking and licking the emerging shaft of dragonshit as if it were a hard cock.
Strash nuzzled the red orbs in front of his snout and grunted as he felt Korben sucking onto his turd. He had never done anything like that before, although now he was completely sure his lover had, but in someway he was beginning to find the whole mix of sweat, precum and manure scents incredibly intoxicating in a very arousing way that had him moaning and panting in pleasure like never before. A jerk around his member caused him to pant and push out another twelve inches of steamy dung into his lover's snout who eagerly welcomed the hot shaft of shit into and down his throat. It was then that a thick squirt of precum splat him straight on the chin. Clearly the taste or feel of his shit sliding down his throat had sent Korben into a frenzy of ecstasy, causing his cock to splash out several thick wads of precum. When he found the throbbing and incredibly thick, veins covered, gorgeous member of Korben jerking, begging for attention, only a couple inches from his face he didn't hesitate and took as much of the juicy thing as he could into his hungry snout.
By the time Strash´s anus finally cut down the first twenty six inches long by nearly twelve around turd, a regular size turd for dragons their size, into his chewing snout, Korben already had the younger dragon fully worked-up and dead-horny. A wide smile formed on his snout as he heard his lover grunting and panting around his cock as he sucked it for all he was worth. As he wrapped both paws tightly around Strash´s leaking thirty two inches dragonhood, soon having him thrusting against them at full strength, he began bucking his hips hard and fast, fucking the warm drooled-up jaws that now incarcerated his aching stiffness. "That's it, hatchling. Don't hold back! Fuck my paws hard and dump your entire creamy load all over me while I feed you mine and you stuff my snout full of your exquisite shit."
An experienced paw pushed hard right under the last rib of Strash, stabbing his bowels in such a way that it immediately made him shit a whole eighteen inches turd into Korben´s waiting mouth.
Korben moaned loudly against the rump of his lover and hungrily chewed on the fresh log of shit he had just been feed with. He wasn't sure if it was the taste of his lover's shit or his skilled lips and tongue molesting his cock but he felt his balls begin to tighten and ache, urging him to release the built up climax he was holding back.
Just when he thought he was going to be able to push it back and suck on the tasty asshole for a while longer he felt the blue hardon in his paws jerk violently, slapping hard against the creamy belly of its owner. Instants later that all-too-well-known sensation of sticky warmness hit his crotch and belly hard, over and over again as he kept masturbating the cumming member that continued raining dragon sperm all over his lower body. For all he knew his mate could have been pissing on him and not cumming, but the strong and potent odor of dragon cum gave it away. When his spurting-count had reached six he was gladly surprised by Strash sitting hard against his mouth and dumping into his snout another mouth full of dragonshit, this time a little softer and pulpy.
That was more than Korben could take... litters of hot cum being spurted all over his crotch, belly, cock, testicles and paws... the strong musky scent of an aroused, sweaty young dragon over him... the raunchy tasting pile of shit being forced down his throat so fast he could hardly chew on the sloppy, brownish mass... and the hot lips and tongue of his lover sucking his cock, eager to get a taste of his cum... DEFINATELY was WAY more than what he could sustain.
Giving himself into the pleasure, Korben bucked hard, stabbing the back of Strash´s throat with his cocktip, and began empting the sticky, creamy contents of his heavy balls into the waiting snout. Once after another he grunted and chocked on a maw full of steamy dung as his cock spurted load after load of his hot sperm straight into Strash´s swallowing snout.
Trying not to collapse on top of Korben, Strash held himself up with his arms as he kept on sucking the gorgeous, red cock much like if it were a tasty meaty straw out of which a fountain of delicious dragon-cum flowed. Once his climax had finally passed and he was able to stop trembling and thrusting against the paws that still milked his spent member, he pulled his snout back and lowered his body onto his lover's, laying face-to-tail with him. Without as much as a word he nuzzled Korben´s balls and began licking them, as if thanking them for such a wonderful threat.
Korben chuckled at the ticklish sensation but his smile wasn't as cute as always. This time it was a brownish, shit-stained and shit-reeking smile that went along perfectly with his matted up and stinky, brown lips, chin and nostrils. "Mmmm, you were packed!" - he said with a small chuckle and spanked Strash´s firm rumpcheeks.
"I figured this could happen... so I had a snack on the way here." - replied, obviously lying.
Korben only laughed again while he shook his snout. He lifted his head a little, not being able to sit up because of Strash, and parted the golden asscheeks of his lover to have a direct view of the messy anus of the sunny dragon. "Can't wait to clean you up, baby."
Struggling not to fell over or disrupt the perfect equilibrium of their "bony-sofa" Strash turned around and hugged the elder dragon, lovingly nuzzling his smeared-up snout. "I love you, f..." His sentence was cut halfway thru by the invading tongue of his lover that quickly wrapped itself around his own. Never before had he tasted shit, much less his own. Still, not caring at all about the still warm and mashed-up shit layer that covered his lover's tongue and lips, he suckled on it while he aggressively pushed his lips against his, murring out in deep pleasure.
For a couple minutes both dragons held each other while their tongues battled in a lustful, yet loving, passion. Then they gave to the task of tenderly kiss-lick each others snouts clean of the brownish mess they had inflicted on each other during their messy session.
Once done Strash carefully jumped off their resting spot and began walking over to their sleeping chamber only to be stopped by a hard tug on the tail. A smile formed in his snout and he immediately dropped his chest to the floor and crossed his forepaws before him, resting his chin on top of them. "Can't resist my ass? Can you?" Has he felt his tail being pulled up, exposing his tailhole once more, he remembered he hadn't gotten around to cleaning his shithole yet and quickly added with a relaxed, playful tone: "Hey, K. I'm still dirty back there."
"I know, handsome beast. I said I was going to clean you up, didn't I?" - purred Korben, holding the golden tail of the dragon high up. "Besides, I feel no shame in confessing I love everything about your hot shit, my beautiful dragon."
"Really?" Everything? - asked Strash as he turned his head over his shoulder to stare into his lover's eyes to find them overjoyed with love.
"Really." He lowered his snout to the still filthy tailhole and began nuzzling it. "Every..." He gave a slow lick over one of the several patches of dried shit. "... smell..." Another lick. "... texture..." Lap. "... and taste..." This time he buried his tongue into the shithole and sucked it hard. "... of your delicious shit, my love. Just like any other part of you."
"You are really good when you want to be, old timer." - he said in a teasing way, swaying his rump a little to rub his balls and asshole on his mate's face.
"Easy, easy. Stay still and I'll be done a lot faster." - demanded in between chuckles, holding him still by the tail.
"And who says I want that?"
Korben peaked over the side and gave him a pondering stare.
"In case you haven't noticed, I am on my fours like the hungry whore I am for your cock and I'm not going to bed without you fucking me numb first."
Korben broke out laughing and spanked Strash´s golden rump so hard he made him whimper and gasp. "In that case, I'm going to need a good, HOT SNACK to keep my strength up for that demanding task." - he added, stuffing a finger into the exposed pink anus. After working the greasy tailpipe a little, which caused the blue member of Strash to drop out its sheath, he pulled it out and made damn sure the sunny dragon saw him suck every last shitty stain clean with a big smile on his face.
"Don't worry, Sir." He winked at him, both with his eye and his shithole. "I think I can manage a MIDNIGHT SPECIAL for you."
Korben smiled wide and using both paws he parted the beautiful tailhole of his sexy lover just before pressing his eager lips around it.
Night time had fallen on the valley. The cold winds began to howl through the woods and cliffs, bringing nothing but sorrow to Lean´s heart. Quietly he walked to the very edge of his nest's entrance, another step and he would have begun a very long and deadly fall into the darkness.
As he gazed at the barely visible moon overhead he found nothing more than anger and hate poisoning his soul. Was he after revenge? Or after saving her mate? In an instant he decided he didn't care what the label was. The dragon WAS going to pay, THAT was for sure. He was young and naive. He had committed mistakes elder dragons wouldn't have, and he had discovered them all. The mess he had made had been his first, that was obvious. It would also be his last. He had left too many kinds of scents... scales... footprints... trails that he could follow. Trails that would eventually be his doom. He would see to that.
He was going to find him, he knew it... it was only a matter of time.
This story was a little rushed due to some story-commission work I've been doing and mostly because I've been focused on a Spanish fantasy novel I'm supposed to finish by January 2007. Still, overall I think it came out pretty good, very close to what I had in mind actually.
A little "special thanks" to Zenith the Fox. A very old, dear friend who helped me review my spelling and general grammar before posting the story. Probably without his help many of you would still be trying to wonder just-what-fuck I tried to say in more than one line.
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