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Just enjoy the fantasy.\n\n\n[center]Debauchery & Dragons[/center]\n[center]Chapter 1: A Priest's Perdicament[/center]\n\n\tIn the middle period of the Postmythic Age, when gods could no longer walk the world and wage their conflicts openly, and required mortal champions or agents to enact their will, when mortals turned their gaze from the gods to the machines they were beginning to make and which made some of their lives easier, a priest in training came to the shining temple of Aurilis; god of the sun, healing and hope. It was a loving and forigving faith that stood in contrast to some of the firmer faiths who focused upon gods of order or law or who were so enamored with pomp and grandure that they lost sight of their better nature.\n\tTo this temple the acolyte came, where he took time to marvel at the architecture in slow walks that kept his head tilted up and molten eyes focused upon the golden pillars and colorful arches. He saw the lattice windows on what must be the dormatories, red painted and mostly closed. Yet now some were opening by the claws of the inhabitants which grasped them, so as to catch a portion of the near mid-day sun. And light did catch on their white robes and golden scales much like the temple. Their draconic features glanced towards the acolyte, and he himself then averted his gaze, fearful of unwanted questioning about staring too long.\n\tHe as they, were dragons. Not the lumbering, large, quadrapedal dragons of the Mythic Age so long ago. Through curse or blessing, to survive the terrible battles at that age's end, the dragons of that time had, in their eyes, lessened themselves to a bipedal form bereft of wings and flight and thousands of years of life. But, not all their magic was gone, and they retained a good deal of their most recognizeable physical characteristics. The scales were softer now, almost akin to skin. The upright posture was still balanced in part by tail but more steadily upon three toed plantigrade feet. They could still breathe fire; or ice, lightning, gouts of acid. However it lacked the might their ancestors once held. Still, no one raised a hiccuping gold dragon child in a house of straw.\n\tWhat brought this particular gold dragon to the chief temple of Aurilis was a summons by the Pontifex Tertius Grelix stating that his training was to finish here. The letter had left him with some trepidation. He had grown comfortable under the tutilage of the priests in his smaller town of origin. To come now to the large city of Shieldmont and have to finish his studies under the expectations of the heads of the faith was nerve wracking. Not to mention it had been a five day journey and the last day had been spent climbing up stair after stair after stair. From the valley to the heights of the city built into the mountain. The acolyte still felt like he was recovering from that climb, still breathing heavily. The years of study at his little valley temple had left him rounded and out of shape. What distracted him from it was a wondering in his mind. Was he in trouble? He'd always done very well in his studies so far, and his magic was, according to the other seminarians, exceptional. Could they have possibly heard about that first week and...the kobold brothel?\n\tGulping and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the acolyte coninued his way towards the main hall. Its doors were guarded by two other gold dragons who were in far better shape than the training priest. In hesitation and intimaded by the male of the pair he turned to the female, and regretted it. Her focused gaze and strong posture were more intimidating. But he'd already shifted his gaze once and feared doing so again for looking shifty or up to something.\n\t\"I uh. Aurix of Hilsgild I have a summons from the Tertiary.\" He held up the crumpled parchment in his hand, taken from his pouch on the approach. As the guard looked at it his eyes wandered to the arms and armor. They might be ceremonial, but they looked so sturdy and, possibly enchanted, that he would wonder who'd test that theory with an altercation.\n\tAurix jumped as the female dragon shifted her spear to point in a generalized direction, \"Go to the dormatories.\" She barked, \"On the first floor you'll find his adjunct. He'll settle you.\"\n\tThe portly gold dragon nodded and then shifted the nod into an almost bow as he back up and began making his way that direction. He heard behind him a moment later, \"Sundown light shield you from night.\" \n\tWell of course she was an Evensun, Aurix though to himself.\n\tThe faith of Aurilis was nicer than most but it still had its flaws like all faiths do. For one thing the current heads of the faith were all male. And like many faiths it began to break into sects. However the sects at least kept together, even if at odds with one another at times. The Dawning were those who focused on the light and healing aspects of Aurilis. The Noonlight focused on the works of the faithful, the labors and trials and tasks and the whole of community at mid day. Evensun were the more militant branch. They were the ones who saw the sun setting and knew a long night was ahead and in the dark they would have to fight with flame and spear to keep it at bay. \tThey weren't bad people, just very intense, thought the gold acolyte.\n\t\"Dawn warm your day.\" He finally remember to respond, getting past his nervousness. He waved behind himself before heading at a quicker pace to the cherry wood doors that led into the dormatories. Stepping inside he was greeted by a warm wave of air and the scent of flowers. Amongst the banners and some few decorative statues of the sainted were arrays of flowers strung about the upper quarter of the room near the ceiling, and draping down to about waist height. As his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, a blurry figure ahead of him looked up and though his eyes could not make out the shape, his ears heard the familiar voice.\n\t\"Aurix!\"\n\tThe gold dragon's head tilted in puzzlement, \"Rach?\"\n\tIn moments his eyes finally adjusted to the dimness in time to see the copper dragon hurry towards him and wrap him in an embrace. It took a backpedaling and a stining brace with his tial to keep him from falling over, but he was happy from the hug and the company that brought it so he return the hug just as strongly. \"Rach I thought you finished two years ago! Weren't you going to be-\"\n\t\"Working the library. I am! I'm simply filling in for the adjunct today. But good fortune of Aurilus I can welcome my old friend here.\" Aurix then jumped as the copper dragon prodded his belly with a finger, \"And none too soon. This is what we got for sitting on our shiny metallic butts all day pouring over manuscripts in a farming town. Too much food not enough moving.\" Aurix did note the copper drake did seem to be more fit than before. \n\tHis own scales heated with emberessment as he tried to change the conversation by presenting his summons. \"So, why am I here? I was almost finished. Is this normal?\"\n\t\"Oh don't worry.\" Rach barely looked at the parchment after taking it, before proceeding to crumple it up and dispose of it in a nearby half-filled wicker bin. \"It's not a punishment. It's an honor! You'll have some of the original tomes themselves to see. Not just the copies. You'll get to learn from the-\"\n\t\"But I'm almost done!\" Aurix insisted, interrupting his friend.\n\tThe Copper drake gave a puzzled look and asked, \"Oh? HOW close are you to completion?\"\n\t\"Four days from annoitment.\"\n\tRach bit his lip at those words and his eyes took a glance elsewhere, then he laid a hand on Aurix's shoulder, \"Relax!\" He insisted once more, \"So maybe they wanted you to..uh...have it done here! I mean..uh, did you have family in the higher ups or..?\"\n\t\"No! I..don't think so.\"\n\t\"So maybe you're just doing a lot better than you thought you were.\" Rach pounced upon the hesitation in Aurix's voice to drive home his reassurance, \"Take the honor, and enjoy the feather beds and the food, I know you'll enjoy the food.\" \n\tJust the mention of that word sent a growl out from Aurix's stomach. He placed a palm upon\nhis belly and nodded, \"Can you show me my room?\"\n\t\"Right. Come along.\" Rachirics muttered some draconic words, the old tounge working up the old magic as he made a passing spell by his desk. Sparkles of magic and weaving rays of light etched over the desk and engraved words into the wood indicating he'd return.\n\tThe hallways the pair walked through were of carved stone and paneled wood. The floor itself had a long run of carpet which kept their claws from clacking on the cold stone as they mad their way further and further downt he dorm rooms. Finally they reached the very back door, and Aurix's features shifted towards a frown as he recognized the design.\n\t\"This is a closet\"\n\t\"Relax it's just a d-\"\n\t\"You keep saying Relax. It's not relaxing.\"\n\tRach unlocked the door, ignoring the fuss of his friend as he opened up the door, hoping the sight would do more than his words seemed to do.\n\tIf the room had been a closet, or storeroom, it had stopped serving that function. The room had the familiar proportions and layout of Aurix's chambers back in Hilsgild. The bed looked comfier, with clean linens. There was also drawer for placing his things, and a writing desk set with parchment, quills and inkwells.\n\t\"Better?\" Rach gave a toothy grin, and a gentle nudge to get Aurix over the threshold, \"I mean it though. Relax, take a nap, lie down, do something and when you're not tired from the long trek here, and taken a bath, start looking around, find me again. Then we'll figure out what the summons is about.\"\n\tThe sight of a place to rest made Aurix slump his shoulders and he nodded, \"Thanks. I'll do that.\" \n\tWith one last, still mischevious looking smile, Rach closed the heavy door to Aurix's room with a creak, and a clattering of the latches. \n\tThe gold dragon finaly alone, stretched and then with a huff, gently settled himself onto his bed and felt a pop at his back. Maybe Rach was right, and he was too stresed out and should relax. One activity for such did come to mind, causing the gold dragon to bite his lower lip a moment in hesitation, but he found that as he did, he already had a hand snuck between the front folds of his robes cupping at his groin. \n\t\"That was fast!\" he muttered in a yell at himself. He rolled his eyes then and slowed the rubbing. He'd just walked for miles, miles and days, and despite rest along the road he was tired. There's no way he'd managed to grow rigid when he'd exausted his energy. No possible miracle of sensual fantasy could spark that in his tired form. Thus resigned he turned himself over onto his side, where he saw a crack in the stonework of the wall. Not just a crack, but one filled with a small rolled parchment deeper within, and light passing through a small hole there. Now focused, and in silence, he could hear past that hole. There were sounds of running water, and splashing now. He was sure they hadn't been there before. There were also another pair of accompanying sounds as well; giggling, and the sound of running feet. Small ones.\n\tThe acolyte's fingers reached to the hole and a blutned claw carefully slipped into the hole to tug at the parchment, pulling it out. Unrolling it, he saw only one word written in draconic. Irthiski. This word was a play on the draconic Irthos, or secret, and this meant 'little secret' but also 'baby or hatchling'.\n\tAurix leant towards the wall as he lay on his side and with a careful tilt of his head, brought his eye closer. Through the miniscule passage of chipped stone he caught sight of an enclosed garden. Tree boughs crossed over the garden itself, their canopy providing half of it with shade. Amongst marbled walkways and clear pools, which now Aurix coul see were baths, hopped, skipped, ran and rolled a collection of hatchlings. A collection of absolutely naked hatchlings who were playing about the gardens, splashing in the baths of water, and carrying on as naked as the day they were born. And Aurix had sight of it all.\n\tThe gold dragon bolted away from the sight, panting heavily claws gripping the sheets beneath him as he stared at the door, and through it, expecting trouble, to be caught, or worse. But nothing came.\n\tWell HE would have perhaps, if he'd kept watching. His eyes looked down to his robes at the waist, now with a very obvious tent in them. He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes shut, trying to work through what was going on in his head.\n\tThis is why he went to the priesthood of Aurilis. His desire to become a cleric of the faith and travel the world and find adventure was of course the up front, and sitll honest answer. The hidden answer was the sexual urges he had growing within him. The ones that gravitated towards hatchlings. The forbidden lusts that had him working many fantasies over in his head at night while bringing his golden draconic spear from its hiding palce within his robes into the dark of a dim room.\n\tThe only time he'd ever acted on this impulse was during one journey in his training. He'd seperated from his group and of all places, found a brothel run and staffed by kobolds. He'd also seen the theme they were running with by a couple of passing kobolds he saw in a hall past the entrance, dressed up as hatchlings.\n\tThat night he'd lost all his coins, and a magic item that was supposed to be presented as part of his training, all so that he could act out a fantasy. A night of heavily panting, of grasping a kobold up under har arms as he raised and lowered her over his rigid golden erection, of a little kobold crying out 'papa' for his fantasy. He'd disappointed her at first, ejaculating way too quickly, but that was made up for by the second and third round the youthful acolyte had in him. She indulged him greatly. She played the part of daughter, innocent as he taught her a father's forbidden love for a child. She indulged his very emberessing fetish for footjobs, by wrapping soft three toed kobold feet over his cock and stroking the slickened length until he came a fourth time.\n\tAs Aurix withdrew from the perverted history to the present, he found himself masterbating openly now. His robes were parted and he lay upon them, otherwise naked save for a tunic shirt beneath the robes on top, and smallclothes bunched up at his knees. His erection was wrapped in his gold hand, smooth and humanoid. It was another characteristc changed when the species went through their alteration in the Mythic era. Perhaps the ancestors had slits and internal genitals and knotted cocks, but their descendants were a bit more mundane.\n\tNot that Aurix was in the mind for comparitive reproductive anatomy. He wanted to sate his urges, and to do so... The dragon turned his head and looked out through the hole in the wall once more. The dragon children continued to play in the baths and amongst the grass. As he watched he noted they were all female, which struck him as odd. Where were the young boys? And come to think of it, why were there a bunch of naked female dragon children running about this garden? The questions became battered by his hormones, by the throbbing of his girth in his grasp. He stroked, and moaned and bit his tounge soon after to silence himself. A pair of girls sat close by his point of view now. One of them lay back, streching, which gave Aurix a full view of her puffy young sex and wiggling stubby tail beneath, as well as her soft looking feet, their toes curling in the strech. The other girl shifted in the grass, also in view of Aurix, and said something to the first, but he couldn't make it out over the din of the other noises. What happened next starteled the older dragon and sent beads of pre rolling down his cock. The young one, maybe about five years of age, was now rubbing at the lips of her sex and talking to the other, one of perhaps four, as if instructing. Both shared in the same motion of exploration and self plaesure \n\tAurix swiftly rolled over onto his back, body shaking, cock aimed skyward. His body clenched and he grunted louder than he intended to as a mass of fantasies flew through his head at brilliant speed. He'd walk out there, in awkward introduction with a raging erection, and they'd hurry up to him and place small hands upon his length, exploring and stroking it until their faces were covered in the first quick excited ejacualtion brought forth from the overagitated dragon. Then they'd all rest on the grass, their soft toes coming togehter to rub his girth back to hardness. This was so the older could help the younger mount up on Aurix's lap and be lowered upon his rigid spear. That he would finally penetrate a young dragon child and be within her sex at such a young age. That he'd sit cross legged on the grass and bounce her upon his lap as he caressed her naked body until he came inside her with a loud growl.\n\tAnd Aurix did growl again, through clenched teeth, with molten gold eye squeezed shut. Through a strong orgasm, his penis erupted with near fountain like ferocity. Arcs of cum splattered down across his chest and belly, staining his tunic, while the remainder pooled near his groin, or in the ring of his grasp about his still throbbing girth. His strokes slowed and his breathing was steadily starting to return to normal. The last time he could ever remember a release like that was when he was inside the koboled pretending to play the part of his young daughter. He grimaced at the mess he made and quickly got up to feel under the bed for a washpan and towel. He needed to get control of this before he got in real trouble. A painting over the hole should do.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\tElsewhere, another dragon was coming down off his own orgasmigc high. The show had been a very plesant one, and he'd been glad he'd enchaned that inkwell to act as a focus point for this clairvoyant spell. Perhaps if he was feeling especially naughty he'd label it Rach's Vouyerism. Really, why not? With all the spells for grasping, groping, greasing, lubricating and peeping, he was pretty sure half of the wizards of the old world were perverts.\n\tReleasing his copper girth, he snickered as his eyes fell upon the crystal ball he'd used to spy on his friend. Partly because he was catchign Aurix mount that picture over the hole in the wall, partly because he'd made a mess of the crystal ball in copper dragon cum. Continuing to chuckle in mischevious delight, he grabbed a readied towel and polished the magical artifact down both cleaning it and nullifying the magic. With a still mischevious grin he brough a finger up to his lips and slurped a small remainder of seed from a clawtip, \"Wonderful.\"\n\tHe rose to begin the task of cleaning himself and readying to meet with the others. They'd want to know what happened, that their suspicions were right, and that their latest acolyte would possibly be the one that might finally end this curse.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Story by Redix (Post Date: 1/15/22)
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Debauchery & Dragons

Chapter 1: A Priest's Perdicament


\tIn the middle period of the Postmythic Age, when gods could no longer walk the world and wage their conflicts openly, and required mortal champions or agents to enact their will, when mortals turned their gaze from the gods to the machines they were beginning to make and which made some of their lives easier, a priest in training came to the shining temple of Aurilis; god of the sun, healing and hope.  It was a loving and forigving faith that stood in contrast to some of the firmer faiths who focused upon gods of order or law or who were so enamored with pomp and grandure that they lost sight of their better nature.
\tTo this temple the acolyte came, where he took time to marvel at the architecture in slow walks that kept his head tilted up and molten eyes focused upon the golden pillars and colorful arches.  He saw the lattice windows on what must be the dormatories, red painted and mostly closed.  Yet now some were opening by the claws of  the inhabitants which grasped them, so as to catch a portion of the near mid-day sun.  And light did catch on their white robes and golden scales much like the temple.  Their draconic features glanced towards the acolyte, and he himself then averted his gaze, fearful of unwanted questioning about staring too long.
\tHe as they, were dragons.  Not the lumbering, large, quadrapedal dragons of the Mythic Age so long ago. Through curse or blessing, to survive the terrible battles at that age's end, the dragons of that time had, in their eyes, lessened themselves to a bipedal form bereft of wings and flight and thousands of years of life.  But, not all their magic was gone, and they retained a good deal of their most recognizeable physical characteristics.  The scales were softer now, almost akin to skin.  The upright posture was still balanced in part by tail but more steadily upon three toed plantigrade feet.  They could still breathe fire; or ice, lightning, gouts of acid.  However it lacked the might their ancestors once held.  Still, no one raised a hiccuping gold dragon child in a house of straw.
\tWhat brought this particular gold dragon to the chief temple of Aurilis was a summons by the Pontifex Tertius Grelix stating that his training was to finish here.  The letter had left him with some trepidation.  He had grown comfortable under the tutilage of the priests in his smaller town of origin.  To come now to the large city of Shieldmont and have to finish his studies under the expectations of the heads of the faith was nerve wracking.  Not to mention it had been a five day journey and the last day had been spent climbing up stair after stair after stair.  From the valley to the heights of the city built into the mountain.  The acolyte still felt like he was recovering from that climb, still breathing heavily.  The years of study at his little valley temple had left him rounded and out of shape.  What distracted him from it was a wondering in his mind.  Was he in trouble?  He'd always done very well in his studies so far, and his magic was, according to the other seminarians, exceptional.  Could they have possibly heard about that first week and...the kobold brothel?
\tGulping and shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the acolyte coninued his way towards the main hall.  Its doors were guarded by two other gold dragons who were in far better shape than the training priest.  In hesitation and intimaded by the male of the pair he turned to the female, and regretted it.  Her focused gaze and strong posture were more intimidating.  But he'd already shifted his gaze once and feared doing so again for looking shifty or up to something.
\t"I uh.  Aurix of Hilsgild I have a summons from the Tertiary." He held up the crumpled parchment in his hand, taken from his pouch on the approach.  As the guard looked at it his eyes wandered to the arms and armor.  They might be ceremonial, but they looked so sturdy and, possibly enchanted, that he would wonder who'd test that theory with an altercation.
\tAurix jumped as the female dragon shifted her spear to point in a generalized direction, "Go to the dormatories." She barked, "On the first floor you'll find his adjunct.  He'll settle you."
\tThe portly gold dragon nodded and then shifted the nod into an almost bow as he back up and began making his way that direction.  He heard behind him a moment later, "Sundown light shield you from night."  
\tWell of course she was an Evensun, Aurix though to himself.
\tThe faith of Aurilis was nicer than most but it still had its flaws like all faiths do.  For one thing the current heads of the faith were all male.  And like many faiths it began to break into sects.  However the sects at least kept together, even if at odds with one another at times.  The Dawning were those who focused on the light and healing aspects of Aurilis.  The Noonlight focused on the works of the faithful, the labors and trials and tasks and the whole of community at mid day.  Evensun were the more militant branch.  They were the ones who saw the sun setting and knew a long night was ahead and in the dark they would have to fight with flame and spear to keep it at bay.  \tThey weren't bad people, just very intense, thought the gold acolyte.
\t"Dawn warm your day." He finally remember to respond, getting past his nervousness.  He waved behind himself before heading at a quicker pace to the cherry wood doors that led into the dormatories.  Stepping inside he was greeted by a warm wave of air and the scent of flowers.  Amongst the banners and some few decorative statues of the sainted were arrays of flowers strung about the upper quarter of the room near the ceiling, and draping down to about waist height.  As his eyes adjusted to the dimmer light, a blurry figure ahead of him looked up and though his eyes could not make out the shape, his ears heard the familiar voice.
\t"Aurix!"
\tThe gold dragon's head tilted in puzzlement, "Rach?"
\tIn moments his eyes finally adjusted to the dimness in time to see the copper dragon hurry towards him and wrap him in an embrace.  It took a backpedaling and a stining brace with his tial to keep him from falling over, but he was happy from the hug and the company that brought it so he return the hug just as strongly.  "Rach I thought you finished two years ago!  Weren't you going to be-"
\t"Working the library.  I am!  I'm simply filling in for the adjunct today.  But good fortune of Aurilus I can welcome my old friend here." Aurix then jumped as the copper dragon prodded his belly with a finger, "And none too soon.  This is what we got for sitting on our shiny metallic butts all day pouring over manuscripts in a farming town.  Too much food not enough moving." Aurix did note the copper drake did seem to be more fit than before.  
\tHis own scales heated with emberessment as he tried to change the conversation by presenting his summons. "So, why am I here?  I was almost finished.  Is this normal?"
\t"Oh don't worry." Rach barely looked at the parchment after taking it, before proceeding to crumple it up and dispose of it in a nearby half-filled wicker bin. "It's not a punishment.  It's an honor!  You'll have some of the original tomes themselves to see.  Not just the copies.  You'll get to learn from the-"
\t"But I'm almost done!" Aurix insisted, interrupting his friend.
\tThe Copper drake gave a puzzled look and asked, "Oh?  HOW close are you to completion?"
\t"Four days from annoitment."
\tRach bit his lip at those words and his eyes took a glance elsewhere, then he laid a hand on Aurix's shoulder, "Relax!" He insisted once more, "So maybe they wanted you to..uh...have it done here!  I mean..uh, did you have family in the higher ups or..?"
\t"No!  I..don't think so."
\t"So maybe you're just doing a lot better than you thought you were." Rach pounced upon the hesitation in Aurix's voice to drive home his reassurance, "Take the honor, and enjoy the feather beds and the food, I know you'll enjoy the food."
\tJust the mention of that word sent a growl out from Aurix's stomach.  He placed a palm upon
his belly and nodded, "Can you show me my room?"
\t"Right.  Come along." Rachirics muttered some draconic words, the old tounge working up the old magic as he made a passing spell by his desk.  Sparkles of magic and weaving rays of light etched over the desk and engraved words into the wood indicating he'd return.
\tThe hallways the pair walked through were of carved stone and paneled wood.  The floor itself had a long run of carpet which kept their claws from clacking on the cold stone as they mad their way further and further downt he dorm rooms.  Finally they reached the very back door, and Aurix's features shifted towards a frown as he recognized the design.
\t"This is a closet"
\t"Relax it's just a d-"
\t"You keep saying Relax.  It's not relaxing."
\tRach unlocked the door, ignoring the fuss of his friend as he opened up the door, hoping the sight would do more than his words seemed to do.
\tIf the room had been a closet, or storeroom, it had stopped serving that function.  The room had the familiar proportions and layout of Aurix's chambers back in Hilsgild.  The bed looked comfier, with clean linens.  There was also drawer for placing his things, and a writing desk set with parchment, quills and inkwells.
\t"Better?" Rach gave a toothy grin, and a gentle nudge to get Aurix over the threshold, "I mean it though.  Relax, take a nap, lie down, do something and when you're not tired from the long trek here, and taken a bath, start looking around, find me again.   Then we'll figure out what the summons is about."
\tThe sight of a place to rest made Aurix slump his shoulders and he nodded, "Thanks.  I'll do that."
\tWith one last, still mischevious looking smile, Rach closed the heavy door to Aurix's room with a creak, and a clattering of the latches.  
\tThe gold dragon finaly alone, stretched and then with a huff, gently settled himself onto his bed and felt a pop at his back.  Maybe Rach was right, and he was too stresed out and should relax.  One activity for such did come to mind, causing the gold dragon to bite his lower lip a moment in hesitation, but he found that as he did, he already had a hand snuck between the front folds of his robes cupping at his groin.  
\t"That was fast!" he muttered in a yell at himself.  He rolled his eyes then and slowed the rubbing.  He'd just walked for miles, miles and days, and despite rest along the road he was tired.  There's no way he'd managed to grow rigid when he'd exausted his energy.  No possible miracle of sensual fantasy could spark that in his tired form.  Thus resigned he turned himself over onto his side, where he saw a crack in the stonework of the wall.  Not just a crack, but one filled with a small rolled parchment deeper within, and light passing through a small hole there.   Now focused, and in silence, he could hear past that hole.  There were sounds of running water, and splashing now.  He was sure they hadn't been there before.  There were also another pair of accompanying sounds as well; giggling, and the sound of running feet.  Small ones.
\tThe acolyte's fingers reached to the hole and a blutned claw carefully slipped into the hole to tug at the parchment, pulling it out.  Unrolling it, he saw only one word written in draconic.  Irthiski.  This word was a play on the draconic Irthos, or secret, and this meant 'little secret' but also 'baby or hatchling'.
\tAurix leant towards the wall as he lay on his side and with a careful tilt of his head, brought his eye closer.  Through the miniscule passage of chipped stone he caught sight of an enclosed garden.  Tree boughs crossed over the garden itself, their canopy providing half of it with shade.  Amongst marbled walkways and clear pools, which now Aurix coul see were baths, hopped, skipped, ran and rolled a collection of hatchlings.  A collection of absolutely naked hatchlings who were playing about the gardens, splashing in the baths of water, and carrying on as naked as the day they were born.  And Aurix had sight of it all.
\tThe gold dragon bolted away from the sight, panting heavily claws gripping the sheets beneath him as he stared at the door, and through it, expecting trouble, to be caught, or worse.  But nothing came.
\tWell HE would have perhaps, if he'd kept watching.  His eyes looked down to his robes at the waist, now with a very obvious tent in them.  He gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes shut, trying to work through what was going on in his head.
\tThis is why he went to the priesthood of Aurilis.  His desire to become a cleric of the faith and travel the world and find adventure was of course the up front, and sitll honest answer.  The hidden answer was the sexual urges he had growing within him.  The ones that gravitated towards hatchlings.  The forbidden lusts that had him working many fantasies over in his head at night while bringing his golden draconic spear from its hiding palce within his robes into the dark of a dim room.
\tThe only time he'd ever acted on this impulse was during one journey in his training.  He'd seperated from his group and of all places, found a brothel run and staffed by kobolds.  He'd also seen the theme they were running with by a couple of passing kobolds he saw in a hall past the entrance, dressed up as hatchlings.
\tThat night he'd lost all his coins, and a magic item that was supposed to be presented as part of his training, all so that he could act out a fantasy.  A night of heavily panting, of grasping a kobold up under har arms as he raised and lowered her over his rigid golden erection, of a little kobold crying out 'papa' for his fantasy.  He'd disappointed her at first, ejaculating way too quickly, but that was made up for by the second and third round the youthful acolyte had in him.  She indulged him greatly.  She played the part of daughter, innocent as he taught her a father's forbidden love for a child.  She indulged his very emberessing fetish for footjobs, by wrapping soft three toed kobold feet over his cock and stroking the slickened length until he came a fourth time.
\tAs Aurix withdrew from the perverted history to the present, he found himself masterbating openly now.  His robes were parted and he lay upon them, otherwise naked save for a tunic shirt beneath the robes on top, and smallclothes bunched up at his knees.  His erection was wrapped in his gold hand, smooth and humanoid.  It was another characteristc changed when the species went through their alteration in the Mythic era.  Perhaps the ancestors had slits and internal genitals and knotted cocks, but their descendants were a bit more mundane.
\tNot that Aurix was in the mind for comparitive reproductive anatomy.  He wanted to sate his urges, and to do so...  The dragon turned his head and looked out through the hole in the wall once more.  The dragon children continued to play in the baths and amongst the grass.  As he watched he noted they were all female, which struck him as odd.  Where were the young boys?   And come to think of it, why were there a bunch of naked female dragon children running about this garden?  The questions became battered by his hormones, by the throbbing of his girth in his grasp.  He stroked, and moaned and bit his tounge soon after to silence himself.  A pair of girls sat close by his point of view now.  One of them lay back, streching, which gave Aurix a full view of her puffy young sex and wiggling stubby tail beneath, as well as her soft looking feet, their toes curling in the strech. The other girl shifted in the grass, also in view of Aurix, and said something to the first, but he couldn't make it out over the din of the other noises.  What happened next starteled the older dragon and sent beads of pre rolling down his cock. The young one, maybe about five years of age, was now rubbing at the lips of her sex and talking to the other, one of perhaps four, as if instructing.  Both shared in the same motion of exploration and self plaesure
\tAurix swiftly rolled over onto his back, body shaking, cock aimed skyward.  His body clenched and he grunted louder than he intended to as a mass of fantasies flew through his head at brilliant speed.  He'd walk out there, in awkward introduction with a raging erection, and they'd hurry up to him and place small hands upon his length, exploring and stroking it until their faces were covered in the first quick excited ejacualtion brought forth from the overagitated dragon.  Then they'd all rest on the grass, their soft toes coming togehter to rub his girth back to hardness.  This was so the older could help the younger mount up on Aurix's lap and be lowered upon his rigid spear.  That he would finally penetrate a young dragon child and be within her sex at such a young age.  That he'd sit cross legged on the grass and bounce her upon his lap as he caressed her naked body until he came inside her with a loud growl.
\tAnd Aurix did growl again, through clenched teeth, with molten gold eye squeezed shut. Through a strong orgasm, his penis erupted with near fountain like ferocity.  Arcs of cum splattered down across his chest and belly, staining his tunic, while the remainder pooled near  his groin, or in the ring of his grasp about his still throbbing girth.  His strokes slowed and his breathing was steadily starting to return to normal.  The last time he could ever remember a release like that was when he was inside the koboled pretending to play the part of his young daughter.  He grimaced at the mess he made and quickly got up to feel under the bed for a washpan and towel.  He needed to get control of this before he got in real trouble.  A painting over the hole should do.

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\tElsewhere, another dragon was coming down off his own orgasmigc high.  The show had been a very plesant one, and he'd been glad he'd enchaned that inkwell to act as a focus point for this clairvoyant spell.  Perhaps if he was feeling especially naughty he'd label it Rach's Vouyerism.  Really, why not?  With all the spells for grasping, groping, greasing, lubricating and peeping, he was pretty sure half of the wizards of the old world were perverts.
\tReleasing his copper girth, he snickered as his eyes fell upon the crystal ball he'd used to spy on his friend.  Partly because he was catchign Aurix mount that picture over the hole in the wall, partly because he'd made a mess of the crystal ball in copper dragon cum.  Continuing to chuckle in mischevious delight, he grabbed a readied towel and polished the magical artifact down both cleaning it and nullifying the magic.  With a still mischevious grin he brough a finger up to his lips and slurped a small remainder of seed from a clawtip, "Wonderful."
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