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Nearly immediately, claws swipe, cutting it into pieces.\n\nHe tosses the logs into the center of his little clearing. He squats down in front of them, blowing a small flame into the starter to provide warmth for the evening.\n\nHe basks momentarily before slings off his shoulder pouch, retrieving his rations.\n\nTearing into the candied meat, he chews in silent contemplation as the silence is again replaced with the nighttime calls of the dark denizens. He swallows the meat and tilts his snout, sniffing the air.\n\n“Ah…”\n\n“Ah, CHOOO!”\n\nRubbing his nose, the dragon grumbles, “Ugh, what’s this, dust?” He glances upward, only to stare into the large compound eyes of a white and fluffy creature with puffy antennae. When their eyes meet, her wings flitter, dropping more of the dandruff scales down from her.\n\nThe dragon hops to his feet, covering his mouth but holding his hand out in a friendly gesture. “Hey, who are you? And could you mind the snowstorm?”\n\nThe winged insect peeks down at him, her eyes reflecting the fire in its million cells. She then rises tall with her segments hidden under a coat of fluffiness. She flaps down in front of him but begins to walk past him.\n\n“Uh… miss? Are you alright? Do you speak the common language? Or Draconic, perhaps?” he says, slipping between the two languages with seamless flow.\n\nThe moth’s antennae twitch toward him, but she continues on her track, kneeling in front of the fire.\n\n“Yeah, it’s a pretty good fire, if I do say so myself,” he says, hands on his hips.\n\nShe reaches out her hand, fingers outstretched, the reflection growing on her face as she inches closer, closer, and ever nearer, still.\n\n“Hey!” He grabs her by the wrist, yanking her back. “Watch it, or you’ll burn yourself!”\n\nSuddenly, the moth’s wings bristle, and she looks straight at him for the first time, frowning. “O-oh! Hello there!”\n\n“You almost just scorched yourself!”\n\n“I, oh, right,” she says, tapping the front of her face. “That’s a fire, right?”\n\n“Of course it is. What did you think it was?”\n\nInstead of answering, she looked down and wiggled her toes, tapping the ground. “That’s the ground…” she said, staring at the starry sky. “So that must mean the moon must be…”\n\nShe whirls around, pointing straight at the fire. “Right there!”\n\n“No!” Draykan shouts, sliding in between the fire and the moth. “That’s not right at all!”\n\n“Oh, right…” she says, stroking her antenna. She hops to her feet, spreads out her wings, and bows. “My greetings to you, oh great stranger. I am Myfanway. It is an honor to meet one who can bring the moon to the ground.”\n\n“That’s not…” he huffs, then stomps up to her, points upward, and spins her around. “See?”\n\n“Oooh… there’s the moon… so is that…” She slowly turns back toward the fire.\n\nDraykan swipes the fire with his tail, dousing the flame and leaving it in the starlight. “It’s nothing.”\n\n“You must be a great being to bring forth and remove that light at your will. To reorient the guiding light to your whim… it would make a guide’s job so dangerous!”\n\n“I’m a dragon; my name’s Draykan,” he says. “And you’re a guide? That’s pretty convenient, actually. Do you think you could show me around, Myf?”\n\n“Myf?” Myfanway crosses one arm over her chest and rests the other upon her hips. “I suppose so, but there’s always a price.”\n\n“I don’t know if I have any good coin around these parts,” Draykan admits, “But I can offer you some healing if you need it.”\n\n“I’m sure a poAwerful one like yourself can find something,” she says, fluttering her wings and flapping upwards. “Come, let us discuss the journey.”\n\n“Heh, sure!” he says, following her. His robust flaps are in stark contrast to her quick flutters, but soon, the two la\\nd upon one of the many petals of one of the many flowers of the forest.\n\n“I’m looking for another dragon,” Draykan remarks. “Someone like me, but female. Our kind isn’t known for subtlety, so maybe you’ve heard about her?”\n\nMyfanway steeples her fingers, leaning in and resting her forehead upon the first set, tapping her chin on the second. “Hm… strange, giant, scaled creature. Not like other insects… yes! Such a one traveled to the mountains!\n\n“Mountains? Plural?” He gazes off to the darkness beyond. “I never saw any when I flew over here. Damn… I’ll have to search forever, aren’t I?”\n\n“Not so,” responds the moth, scooting up to him and fluttering some dust as she places a hand upon his shoulders. “We can make the journey soon if you wish. But I think I’ve figured out my payment already.”\n\n“Oh yeah?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.\n\n“This guide,” Myfanway begins, “has never seen a man like you. And she wonders if he would indulge her curiosity by showing her his manliness in action.”\n\nSmirking, he drapes an arm over her and says. “Well, how can I refuse that?”\n\nMyfanway flutters her wings triumphantly, running two hands down the dragon’s chiseled body while keeping two more centered on his shoulders. “I do not require much, just to see what you are like and to enjoy it.”\n\n“Fine by me,” sighs Draykan. “Though, I’m not exactly in the most excited of moods,” he says, pausing and blushing slightly. “Not that it’s your fault or anything. I just have a lot on my mind, you know?\n\n“You are on a quest. I understand that,” says the moth, hooking her hands on his pants while she lifts her other hand, working on undoing his belt. “This will only take a little bit,” she muses, loosening his trousers and tugging them down with a dedicated, experienced tug.\n\nThe dragon lies on his makeshift bed, lounging upon it as his twin cocks lie one on top of another, half-erect, as evidenced by their being out in the open.\n\n“So, dragons have two of them?” Myfanway asks, two hands reaching down, one lifting one head and the other lifting another.\n\nBreathing out a soft sigh and lying back, hands behind his head, he shrugs. “Not all dragons, no. But I don’t usually go around comparing my dicks to other guys.”\n\n“I see,” she says, supporting one cock on top of the other on one palm, letting the warm things rest in her hands. Two fingers swirl over two cock heads, tenderly stimulating them with her dainty, fey-like touch.\n\nDraykan’s chest rises and falls, his eyes narrowing gently, his mouth open in his huffing, desirous breaths.\n\n“Y… you know, I usually like things more… active, but…”\n\n“Do you like this?” she asks, her large eyes reflecting his face and soft, relaxed smile many times.”\n\n“It’s nice… I suppose.” He says, lounging further back, draping his arms over the edge, and releasing a soft, smoky sigh.\n\nMyfanway presses a palm upon one of the cocks, stroking upward, letting those ribbed lengths rub against her hands in slow and delicate motions. “Oh, my… you must make women feel so good with these.”\n\n“Sometimes,” the dragons shift, staring up at the sky. “Sometimes, mmmgh, I wish it were that easy.” He chuckles at that, moving about, a rumble of delight growing in his chest.\n\nShe doesn’t respond to that one. She moves to the top length, letting her hands on all four sides slip up in slow motion, then down again, and then she returns to the bottom one, slipping her hands up and back down.\n\n“Aah… I never thought… a hand job could be so nice,” he says, huffing and shifting around. “Y-you sure there’s nothing I can, nhrrf… do for you?”\n\n“You are,” says Myfanway. “I am watching you, feeling your warmth, enjoying your company. We shall travel the kingdoms together, but I shall see you smile before that.\n\nHe lifts his head, smiles, and pulls wild strands of hair from over his eye. “So, you like to serve, do ya?”\n\n“I like doing things my way,” she says.\n\nHe shrugs. “Worth a, a, mmngh… where’d you get that?”\n\nHer hands glisten with a slimy substance that she rubs over one of the cocks, two hands dry, two hands lubricated. She slips the lubrication up one length and her dry hand down the other. It’s a strange combination, feeling the two sensations simultaneously, two hands moving faster than the other set.\n\n“It’s sap,” she says, “from the plant.”\n\n“W… wow… you’re crafty,” he says, stretching, his body shaking.\n\n“A good rest is always a fine idea before a trip,” Myfanway says.\n\n“D… I don’t know how restful… this can get,” he says, sitting up and supporting himself on his elbows as he watches her.\n\nShe speeds up the lubricated hands while the non-lubricated ones, still soft, slowly stroke, the furious hand fucking of one cock makes the second one bounce, her antennae flicking about as she increases the pace of her ministrations upon him. “Are you excited?”\n\n“Y… yeah…”\n\n“Are you going to cum, dragon?”\n\n“I just… nnnf, might!”\n\nShe switches hands. Even the dry ones are sticky now with the precum of the upper cock. Now she slicks up the lube from the wet cock with her dry hands while she lubes up the dry cock with her wet hands, mixing them and getting a good and steady pace.\n\n“Not yet,” she says, a command more than a suggestion.\n\n“I… If you, ngh,, keep going like… ha… that, I…” He runs a hand through his hair.\n\n“Yes…?”\n\n“I’ll hold out!” He says, a challenge to her.\n\n“You won’t… not long,” she says, a matter of factly.\n\nHe bites his maw, his eyes burning with delight and desire now. This month has been stirring him up with direct stimulation and that challenge. “Gn… y-you want anything… mmf… more from me?”\n\n“Cum!” She says a suggestion, but the way she says it, the way she looks at him, and how she presses her fingers to his cock head at various points is too much.\n\n“Oooh, fuuuuuck!”\n\nDraykan collapses, his hips up in the air. From two openings, strands of ropey and thick vibrant cum shoot out, his cocks pulsing, shooting out and up, landing on his stomach and drizzling on the makeshift bed around him, glowing gently in the darkness of the night.\n\nMyfanway stares at the warm globules on her hand. Her antennae perked up as she is entranced by his glowing jizz.\n\nDraykan lays there, breathing with ragged breaths, his arms falling onto his chest and off to his side, his hips falling to the bed, his breath heavy, through his mouth, his heart pounding.\n\n“You are very interesting,” says Myfanway, breaking her attention from the display. She takes her hands and wipes them off a giant leaf. “Rest up. We shall leave once you are ready.”\n\nShe says this, tossing the leaf toward him and landing on his stomach.\n\nHe chuckles, lazily cleaning himself up, shaking his head.\n\n“Well damn,” he growls. “Yes, indeed, ma’am.”\n\nDraykan and Myfanway fly across the sky above the canopy of the Floral Forest. The inquisitive dragon must make swooping motions and frequent landings upon the canopy, watching as the moth slowly flutters her way, guided by the moon.\n\nMyfanway is quiet during the trip, her eyes focused on the moon, and her path is seemingly erratic.\n\nBut Draykn chuckles and swoops up from his perch, grabbing her and carrying the insect gal in his arms. “You can be a guide, and I can be the ride,” he says. “How’s that sound to you?”\n\nWrapping two arms around his neck, the guide wastes no time pointing out their destination. “We should find a village over there nestled in the mountains. If they saw the dragon you seek, they would be able to help us. But, we must be careful.”\n\n“Hm… any particular reason?” the dragon asks, breaking through at great speed towards their destination.\n\nMyfanway curls up against his strong form, pulling her legs in and rubbing her head against his chest. “There’s been news lately. Strange news. People might be upset with a stranger with the talk of monsters.”\n\n“Heh, People love me. I can handle a few monsters, no problem,” Draykan says, nodding. Is this the place?”\n\nMyfanway peeks out from his rippling muscles. “Yes, right there. Let’s land outside. I’ll fly in and check to see if anyone heard anything.”\n\n“Sounds good to me,” Draykan says, landing quickly on his feet. He loosens his grasp on her, letting her flutter free. “Just holler if you need anything, and I’ll come swooping into your rescue, alright?”\n\nMyfanway smirks gently and flutters up to him, kissing his cheek. “Very well, Draykan. I shall do that.”\n\n“Shucks, aren’t you friendly. Here, I thought that little romp was just a business transaction.”\n\nMyfanway titters, fluttering off towards the town, leaving the dragon to plop himself down onto a small rock and stare at the stars.\n\n“Man… Kat… what trouble did you get yourself into…” he muses to himself, only to feel a chill running down his spine. He stands ready as he turns around, his stature billowing in the air as he sharpens his focus. With his eyes narrowing into slits and his teeth bared, he curls his fingers to extend his claws, ready for a fight.\n\nThat’s when strange figures rush out of the floral forest, insects of all different shapes and sizes. All of them reach out to the dragon, their eyes glassy and lifeless, with a raspy collective groan filling the air as they rush him. \n\nDraykan swipes his tail, knocking into one, caving the creature in, and knocking into the next, only to quickly bowl it down. One remains, stumbling over the remains of its allies and lunging forward at Draykan, a clawed hand scratching at his scales, but with no effect.\n\nDraykan leaps back from that one, leaping forward at his opening to elbow the thing right in the head!\n\nAnd the head rolls off its shoulders, clattering while its body stumbles at Draykan.\n\nSnorting, the dragon leaps up, spins in the air, and slams his tail right down at the thing, sending its bits shattering against the ground.\n\n“Necromancy,” Draykan growls, kneeling and grabbing at the head, chomping away. “But, is it a zombie…?” he says, turning his head around. “There’s… no flesh… a skeleton!?”\n\nHe drops the skull and rushes off from his perch, making his way straight for the town, rattling some signs and fences along the road as he does until he makes it to the town square.\n\n“Myfanway!” the dragon shouts, landing and skidding against the dirt. “Where are you?”\n\nA scream, or is it a screech? He rushes toward a larger building, an inn, or a public house of some persuasion. But when he reaches the door, it bursts open, and more of the hollow exoskeletal nightmares spill out, leaving him to leap back.\n\nThe dragon flies up and lands on the roof, narrowing his gaze as he perches and watches as the ground swarms with the undead of many different insect civilians.\n\nDraykan hops off his roof, flying toward the building vacated by all those undead creatures, and crashes through one of the windows.\n\nDraykan tumbles in and spreads his wings, flicking the glass off of him before he stands to a hunched height. This striking entrance is followed by another scream, one that comes from an elegant bug hiding behind a bed, trembling at the sight of this newcomer.\n\n“What’s going on here?” Draykan asks.\n\nThe bug covers her antenna and her eyes, shaking, her butt glowing a bright green. “Aah… I-I don’t know. They just descended from the mountains the other day. Their wings no longer work, so they haven’t gotten here yet. Everyone tried to fly away, but I got trapped.”\n\n“Don’t worry. I can take care of a few skeletons,” Draykan says. “But it would be a great help to me if you noticed anyone with them.”\n\n“A… anyone?” the bug peeks one eye out from her trembling hand.\n\n“Yeah, skeletons are usually commanded by someone. They can’t travel far from their place of creation without their necromancer master nearby.\n\n“T… there was a stranger who arrived recently… a glimmering jewel of an insect. She said she was heading to the mountains. That’s all I know, truly!”\n\n“Then what happened to Myfanway…?” Draykan asks, turning away from the firefly and looking out the window. He bellows out her name, only for more of the doors in the town to open and for more of the skeletons to come tumbling out, clattering and clawing up toward him.\n\nThe dragon leaps out amidst the throng, crushing a few piles of shells before lowering his head and ramming into more.\n\nThe firefly pokes her head out, watching the dragon mow through the skeletons like nothing, gulping as another form steps up behind her.\n\n“Well, well, Miss Mayor. Seems you have a hero.”\n\nThe bug freezes. “P-please, I didn’t invite anyone here. He came on his own.”\n\n“Oh, I know…” the figure says, pushing past the lightning bug.\n\nDraykan slams his tail over one of the last skeletons, growling, breathing deeply, focused, pissed.\n\n“It took a long time for my mistress to build that army,” the voice speaks.\n\nDraykan swirls around, standing tall, narrowing his gaze. “And who exactly are you?”\n\nStanding opposite him is a tall and elegant creature, bright green with long and wicked blades for hands. “Who me?” coos the mantis. “I’m just a gal who likes a good challenge, and my mistress offered me the chance to have one. Looks like I finally found you.”\n\nDraykan eyes up at this mysterious newcomer, a humanoid mantis. Like others in the insect kingdoms, she looks like a woman wearing plated form-fitting armor. Her body shines with the unmarred chitin of her exoskeleton, accenting the slight curvature of her lithe body. Through a slit almost like a dress, one long leg shows itself more prominently than the other. Two arms end in large, serrated scythes, while two others wrap underneath her breast. Above, her human-like mouth smirks as her large compound eyes pinpoint the dragon with pinprick accuracy, the tiny dots focused right upon him.\n\nThe dragon rolls his shoulders, snorting, clenching, and unclenching his claws. “So, you’re issuing me a challenge? That’s not very smart on your part, you know? You’ve already gotten on my list for messing with my guide.”\n\n“That moth?” she asks, stepping slowly around the dragon. He follows her in the delicate dance, the two sizing each other up. “She was easy enough to snatch up.”\n\n“And that’s why I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” He responds, nodding solemnly. “So you don’t ‘snatch up’ or harm anyone else.”\n\nThe mantis titters, “Consider your pet moth and yourself lucky, dragon. My mistress has given me strict orders to guard this place in the most non-lethal way I can, at least until her plans have reached fruition.”\n\n“In that case, mind telling me where Myfanway is so I could rescue her and mess your job up?”\n\n“Oooh, aren’t you the knight in shining armor? How ironic,” she says, lifting her scythes. “Considering you’re a dragon, just like that last one.”\n\nDraykan’s eyes widen, a snarl growing, teeth bared. “Alright. That’s it. Playtime’s over. You’re gonna tell me all you know.”\n\n“You’re going to have to make me, big boy,” the mantis says, her back spreading, wings extending, showing off her size, quite matching Draykan in height.\n\nHe nods, readying his fists, widening into a fighter’s stance. “Gladly, but to whom do I have the honor of pummeling?”\n\n“My name is Mai,” the mantis says, licking her lips, “and you shall be beaten, Sir…”\n\n“Draykan.” He responds. “And by the time I’m through with you, you can tell your mistress that she’s next on my list after I’ve had my way with you, got it?”\n\n“Bold words,” she says, her scythe-arms rubbing slowly together. “Let’s see how they fare.”\n\nHe rushes toward her, running with powerful strides at his opponent.\n\nMai leaps up, her wings carrying her behind him in a graceful leap. She flips and slams her leg toward the dragon, the force of the kick sending compressed air blowing forward. Draykan ducks underneath the attack, dodging the blast. He lifts his leg, a heel heading right toward her abdomen in the same movement.\n\nShe hooks her scythe around his ankle, swinging around him like a pole and landing with a hand on the ground, skidding across the earth, all the while a smile burns on her face.\n\nDraykan hops back, shaking his leg and quickly glancing at it for damage. There’s only a slight scratch on his scales. He cracks his knuckles and nods. “It’ll take more than that to damage a dragon.”\n\n“That’s exactly what I would expect from the runner-up of the Tournament of Pleasure.”\n\nDraykan’s brow twitches at that momentary lapse of focus. He sees a claw wrapped around his neck, throwing him forward, and a knee rising to smack him in the snout.\n\nMai throws Draykan down and climbs atop him on the back, leaning in with a hissing laugh, her claws around his throat. “Can’t cut you, but I can bruise your ego, right? That’s how to hurt a dragon. Poor, poor Draykan, oh-so-hurt that he’s only number two.” Her teases sting.\n\n“Pretty underhanded, pretending not to know me!” Draykan snorts. He presses his hands to the ground, pushing up, bucking up against her.\n\nMai holds on, her scythes digging against his scales, and while she holds on, he throws his elbow back at her, striking her in the side and knocking her off her balance.\n\nHe flips around, rubbing his neck, noticing a small glistening of blood. It’s just a tiny abrasion, but the slow, extended slice is enough to press through her. “First blood… impressive.”\n\nHopped up to her feet, she dances, her skirt swishing, her blades bouncing. “Ours is a delicate dance, isn’t it?”\n\n“It’d be beautiful if you fought me as an equal and not as some villain.”\n\n“Ha, how heroic.” She leaps forward, gripping his shoulders. She leaps forward, kneeing at his stomach.\n\nThe dragon doubles over from the attack, leaning forward over her but wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her against him.\n\n“Gah!?”\n\n“Sorry,” Draykan grunts, a pained chuckle rising from him. Yeah, he feels a little sick, that throbbing pain in his stomach harder than he’d imagine, “You may be fast, but I’m strong and stubborn!”\n\n“Yes, you are!” she says, snickering, her antennae playing about at his forehead. “What now?”\n\n“This!” Draykan runs forward, holding onto her tightly. He lifts off at incredible speeds, providing a loop-de-loop before slamming into the ground, the bug squished underneath him.\n\nBlood leaks from his shoulders as he lies there, but soon, he pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders and looking down at Mai.\n\nShe coughs, groaning and squirming around under him.\n\n“This fight’s over,” the dragon says, pulling her arm off his shoulder and letting it fall back.\n\n“Hah… you think I’m gonna talk…? I’m not done yet…” she says, pushing herself by her elbows, shaking, snickering. “Not until you show me all you got… Champion of Pleasure.”\n\n“You think I’m going to reward you with a fuck?” he asks, snorting.\n\nShe wraps her legs around him, squeezing at his hips, her humanoid hands pushing out, striking him at his sternum.\n\nDraykan coughs and leans forward, and she rolls him around until she’s on top, placing her scythes over his shoulders and reaching down at his pants, yanking them down. “You have no choice!\n\nDraykan lies under Mai, the dragon’s chest rising and falling steadily, pinned down as he is by Mai’s weight and blades at his shoulder and throat. “If you wanted a good time,” he quips, “You didn’t need to kidnap my guide.”\n\n“I must apologize,” Mai responds, her free hands reaching up to his twin draconic shafts, caressing his balls in one, and pressing her palm to the topmost length. “Taking prisoners is part of my mission here. It’s nothing personal.”\n\nDraykan snorts, a growl rising up from his throat. “And this?”\n\n“Oh, this?” she asks, gripping his cock, stroking along that textured surface. “Why, this is a pleasure!” She speeds up, pumping that shaft.\n\nDraykan stirs under her, but Mai presses her scythe blade harder against his throat, pressing against his scales. He huffs and backs down. “Guess this is just part of the play, huh?”\n\n“Oh, indeed.” She says. “And I must wonder… how potent are dragons, anyway, when fostering a new generation?”\n\nDraykan quirks a brow. “What do you mean?\n\nMai scoots up, pressing her sex up against his lower shaft, rubbing that dripping, delighted slit up and down against him. “My mistress has been studying your kindness and ability to breed and sire. It’s a… pet project, and I want to find out, too.”\n\nHe smirks. “So, you want to be a mother? Free Myfanway and I’ll give you all the wyrmlings you can handle. All you have to do in return is join my hoard. I’d say you passed the interview process with flying colors.”\n\n“Mmmn, tempting, but no,” she says, leaning in, her face beside his. “After all, I have you where I want you right now, and I think I’ll train the next generation of mantis dragons to be the most formidable warriors in the world.”\n\n“Sounds like something I can get around, too, but it won’t be a happy fuck that makes them if you don’t give me back my friend.”\n\n“Make me,” Mai says, rubbing her pussy up against his lower cock, resting on the tip and lowering herself down. The warmth of her body envelops his cock, and she shudders, her mouth open, panting rushing up from her throat.\n\nDraykan sighs, and with a tremendous heaving heave, he rolls over, knocking her to her back and grabbing at her scythe hands, yanking them away. She knicks him, letting a small trickle of blood run down to his collar.\n\n“You don’t get where I am,” he says, “Without taking a few risks!” He grunts, grabbing her hands, putting both of those scythes in the grasp of one mighty dragon claw\n\nMai’s hands are still free, and she thrusts her palms forward against his lower body. Draykan’s eyes flare with the strikes, but he doesn’t let go of her. Though he grunts as small bolts of pain from those timed and well-placed strikes hit him, he lines up his cocks, both of them aiming for her cunt, and pushes forward.\n\nMai throws her head back, her back arching up, her heels digging into the ground. “GAayaaaah!”\n\n“One was already a tight fit!” Draykan says through gritted teeth. “You want wyrmlings… you need to take both like a champ!”\n\nShe holds onto his side, supporting herself as she looks into his eyes, panting, biting her lip, nodding, and thrusting her hips up against him.\n\n“Tell me where she is!” Draykan says, his free hand pressing against her chest, squishing her down. He thrusts, sinking deeper into her, both cocks rubbing against each other and against her warm and constricting walls.\n\nShe shakes her head, groaning in delight and defiance.\n\nDraykan grips harder against her wrists, slamming his hips forward, her exoskeleton straining against the sheer size of the things buried deep inside her.\n\nMai rolls her tongue out, gasping, coughing up spit from the sheer size and power of the draconic double penetration going on within her. Her feet give way, and she collapses, plowed into the earth by the sheer weight of his thrusts.\n\nDraykan lets go of her wrists, and her scythe arms fall above her head, which rolls back and forth in a delusion of desire that rushes through all over her body. His firm, draconic mitts grab her by the thighs and lift, sliding up along the length, past the needs, down the shins, grabbing her ankles, and pushing them down closer to her head.\n\nNow, with her pinned in that breeding press, he goes to town, slapping down hard against her in grunting, focused thrusts, watching her face, his frown turning into a sneer of delight.\n\n“Tell me!” he roars.\n\n“N… nhgaaaha!” she responds in an incoherent groan.\n\nHe picks up the pace, plowing and burrowing deeper into her canal. “We’re going to be… ngh…. Part of… ha… each other’s… nnff, lives! So, tell me the… such… truth!”\n\nShe throws her head back, her scythe pointing toward one of the buildings, her chest heaving, her back arching. Her throat breaks in a loud and uncontrolled scream of desire, clamping around Draykan’s cocks in her explosive orgasm so powerful that it breaks his own concentration and holds on to his eruption.\n\nHe groans, throwing his head back, breathing out a small tongue of flame as his hot, glowing sperm bursts deep into her hole. His lower body thrusts with each expulsion of seed, his hands squeezing her ankles, tight with each shot. Then he finally stops, leaning forward, his hair covering one eye, panting, letting go, letting her body fall spread on the ground.\n\nT… there… that wasn’t… so bad…” he says, flicking his hair back in a handsome display of draconic delight. “Now… she’d better be safe,” he says, pulling out, his glowing cum oozing from her orifice.\n\nLooking at the house as he pulls up his pants, he sees the lightning bug peering from the doorway. Beside her is Myfanway, watching with wide-eyed wonderment as well.\n\nDraykan stares at the two of them, his cocks dangling over his pants, dripping, his posture frozen.\n\n“Uh… how long were you two just standing there?”\n\n“Forgive me for not saying anything, oh dragon,” the firefly says, motioning two hands over towards the fluffy white moth on the other side of the door, “But I found that missing friend of yours while you were dealing with the leader of the horde of monsters.”\n\n“I can see that,” says Draykan, tightening his pants. “Myfanway, are you alright?”\n\n“I’m fine, Moon Bringer!” the moth chirps, fluttering her wings. “I just got surrounded by the baddies and fluttered into a dark building. They surely couldn’t find me there!”\n\n“That’s not how the undead…” Draykan sighs, rubbing his eyes, chuckling. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”\n\n“And I’m glad you got that baddie!” Myfanway responds.\n\n“Yeah, sure did,” Draykan says, turning toward the cum-drooling Mai lying on the ground. He squats before her, grabbing the mantis by the antenna and yanking her to sit. “Now, you’re going to talk. Who are you working for? How many people have you killed to make your army, and where is Katadarnyatarina?\n\nMai the mantis groans, her focus hazy, but she lifts her claw toward the mountain, responding to Draykan’s demand. “My mistress has the dragon, Katadarnytarina… there. She’s securing a grand work, indeed.”\n\n“I’m your master now,” Draykan says, grabbing Mai by the cheeks and turning her attention straight to him. “Whoever you served before… she’ll be mine as well.”\n\n“Oh, I doubt that,” the mantis giggles. “But you’re welcome to try.”\n\nHe drops her and nods. “Well, whatever else happens, it’s bound to be more dangerous than even this was. I don’t want anyone following me into there, got it?”\n\n“Be careful, Sun Lighter!” Myfanway cheers.\n\n“Careful? Heh… it’s why I’m going in alone!” he says, spreading his wings and flying off.\n\nNow so close to his destination, the dragon can more easily sense the taint rising from the area. It is an evil that permeates the place, coming from a specific crevice hidden from the view of most creatures. Draykan lands and steps inside, and as the darkness overwhelms him, he feels a pang that arcs through his heart and into his mind.\n\nThe perfect living weapon… the herald of all of the dark gods of the world—that was what they said he would be… those cultists, madmen, each of them, the ones who took him from a young age and did unspeakable things to him and to Galenna and who knows who else? This dark and hidden place is so much like that place.\n\nHis thoughts snap back to reality once a groan echoes from deep within. The dragon rushes forward, calling out to the object of his search. “Kat!” He shouts. “I’m here! Don’t worry! It’s… plach!”\n\nHe rushes through and breaks through a layer of paper up against the wall, ripping through it quickly, but the sight beyond it makes the dragon pause.\n\nA warm and glowing chamber with a sickly green hue from a pool in the center. Sitting within that pool are the unmistakable silver scales of the dragon he sought, the ghastly color reflecting off her form, giving her a sickly hue.\n\nBut it isn’t just that coloration that shows the unwellness that fits this entire place, for it is the dragon's overlarge stomach as she lies, groaning, her face upon the hard rock, her neck stretched, her arms flopped in exhaustion.\n\n“Kat!” Draykan rushes toward her. “Wh… what happened to you?”\n\nHer eyes flutter open, and she glances toward him, gulping and groaning. She lifts a leg, gripping the pool's edge with a clawed grip. With a louder groan, her whole body tenses up, and her sex dilates, a round object emerging from her and plopping into the pool, sinking down deep into the glowing miasma.\n\nDraykan furrows his brow and reaches out, touching Kat’s head. His palm glows, and her groaning ceases momentarily as she drifts to a peaceful sleep.\n\n“Ooh, that’s glowy!” echoes the voice of Myfanway, fluttering in from the tunnel.\n\n“What are you doing here?” Draykan hisses, marching up to the moth. “I told you it’s dangerous!”\n\n“But I wanted to help,” the moth says, her antenna twitching.\n\nGrumbling, Draykan looks over the scene with the sleeping dragon. “Does this seem like something you’ve seen before?”\n\nMyfanway gets down on her knees in front of the pool and looks inside, pointing. “It’s an egg.”\n\n“Observant,” says Draykan, standing behind her, “but it’s not a dragon egg. It’s too small, and she hasn’t been here very long.\n\n“Someone put them in her?”\n\n“Them?” Draykan’s stomach sinks. “Oh fuck…” He places a hand on Kat’s swollen stomach. “There has to be so many. Whoever did this… they’re going to pay.”\n\n“What are you going to do?” Myfanway says, reaching toward the pool, her fingers barely touching the water.\n\nDraykan grabs her wrist and pulls her back up to her feet. “I’m a paladin of love. I’m going to work my magic on her if she agrees. But I might need your help.”\n\nMyfanway tilts her head. “How can I help you?”\n\n“That’s what I’m going to have to find out,” Draykan says, returning to the dragon, placing his hands on her head and whispering into her. “Awake.”\n\nKatadanyatarina’s eyes flash open, and she roars, thrashing about, but she doesn’t leave the pool. Draykan wraps his strong arms around her head and pulls her close to his chest, whispering. “Ss…ssh… whatever happens to you, I can fix it. You just need to let me.”\n\nThe dragon pulls her face free and shakes her head. She stares at him directly, her once proud eyes clouded in a haze. “N..oooh…” she groans.\n\n“What!?”\n\n“I must protect mistress’s children.”\n\nDraykan’s heart drops in his chest, the fire within the dragon burning as he hears the words coming from the pained groans of the once-great dragon before him. “W… what do you mean, ‘your mistress?”\n\nKatadanyatarina shifts, pushing her swollen self onto all fours. Her mighty form is still strong enough despite her impregnated state. She stares down at Draykan with her glowing, hypnotic, perhaps even hypnotized eyes. “I am the incubator for a great generation,” she says, a snarl rising up from her throat.\n\nDraykan remains in a humanoid stance before her, standing resolute before the horrific sight. “You’re unwell, he says. “I can help you. I can free you from this possession—this infection.”\n\nShe snorts and whips around, her tail crashing towards him, but Draykan grabs onto her thick tail, his muscles straining, his feet clinging to the cave floor, scratching up the rocky surface.\n\nThe male dragon roars, taking the momentum of the swing, and heaves with his powerful muscles to swing the dragoness’s bulk, sending her flying and crashing into the opposite wall.\n\nSmoke billows from the spores and dust of the cave, obscuring Katyadarnatarina from view. When she finally emerges, she is the proud dragoness warrior in her anthropomorphic form, save for her swollen breasts and pregnant belly. “I cannot allow you to stop her,” the proud dragon knight says, stepping one foot in front of the other. Suddenly, she rushes forward with such great speed towards the male!\n\nDraykan crosses his arms over himself to block, but she dives aside, appearing behind him. She grapples him, her wings beating powerfully as she lifts him, his toes dangling as they desperately scratch to keep to the ground.\n\n“I am the perfect guardian for my mistress’s brood!” Katadarnatarina snaps.\n\nDraykan struggles against the hold, looking wild-eyed behind himself toward her. “Kat, come on, snap out of it! You’re a dragon! You can beat this!”\n\n“Just as you could beat your programming at the hands of the cult and their dark goddess!”\n\nDraykan gapes. “What do you know about the-whoaa!”\n\nFinally, high up in the cavernous room, the female dragon swoops downward, crashing the male against the rocky ground. She stands slowly and ponderously, cupping under her pregnant belly before pressing a foot to the blue dragon’s back. “You truly don’t understand anything?” she snarls. “That’s why you shouldn’t be playing on the grand stage. Stay in your city, young male, and enjoy the harem you’ve built.”\n\nDraykan groans, pressing his hands against the ground, only for Katadarnatarina to grab the dragon by the luscious locks and wrench him back, making him stare at the collection of incubating eggs strewn about the entrance. “You claim yourself to be a paladin of love, and yet you seek to end the joys of maternal love for my mistress. She needs me to pursue this lofty goal—and you would seek to destroy it all.”\n\nCoughing, Draykan grips the ground. “Don’t you dare lecture me!” He roars, his wings expanding, his muscles groaning, his snout elongating.\n\nThe dragoness stumbles back from the transforming Draykan, huffing, and spreads her wings, shooting off towards the exit. When she rushes, many eggs start rolling in the blast of air, and Myfanway, having watched the whole ordeal, tumbles back towards the cliffside.\n\nKatadarnatarina emerges from the cave not as a humanoid form but in a fully-sized majestic silver dragon, her scales shimmering in the sunlight as she circles the mountain.\n\nIt’s only a matter of moments before the blue dragon follows suit. His form is mighty and towering, easily dwarfing all of the insects as he joins the dragoness in flight.\n\nMyfanway sits on her knees, staring upward at the sight, shuddering at the magnificence before she finally bows her head. “I’m not worthy,” she gulps, her antennae twitching.\n\nDraykan rises behind Katadanyatarina, bellowing out a fierce breath of fire. Still, she spins out of the way in an acrobatic movement, following this up with a momentum-packed swipe of her tail, striking Draykan in the face.\n\nHe falls, the slap stinging his cheek and wrecking his flight path, but he flaps his wings to regain himself. But the slowed state he was in, she is able to press her large and squishy body up against his back, pinning him with her weight.\n\nAgain, the two crash downward, but this time, Draykan fights and frees his wings from her grasp. They rise high, awkward with a dragon between them, but they flap, slowing the descent. With weight and strength at odds, the two do not crash into the rocky mountain pass below but tumble onto it until Draykan finally plants his feet to the ground and hefts her off.\n\nKatadanyatarina lands on her back, rocking back and forth, getting her bulk to move just in time to avoid being pounced on by Draykan. She lands on her feet and kicks back with her hind legs, sending him crashing into the mountainside.\n\nDraykan stirs his massive form, blinking and looking to the side at his opponent, only for her to have transformed into a gigantic humanoid shape. She thrusts herself forward, sending rocks and dust tumbling in her wake as she shoulder-checks him in the side.\n\nSpitting up, Draykan lies there, groaning, his transformation taking into effect.\n\n“If you know what’s good for you,” the impregnated guardian says, “You’ll stay down before I have to put you down.”\n\n“I can’t… do that,” he growls.\n\nFolding her fingers into a fist, she thrust forward, this time at Draykan’s temple.\n\nDraykan rolls onto his back, grabbing the first, his eyes slits, his teeth bared. “You’re not using lethal attacks!” the bruised brawler says. “I know you’re in there! Let me help you!”\n\n“By harming my mistress’s chosen? Fat chance!” she says, throwing another punch.\n\nDraykan catches this one, too, pushing himself up. The two clash, stepping back and forth, their muscles bulging against the strain of this show of strength.\n\nThe two clash like this, stepping around the mountain, leaving one side and approaching a more wooded area with a massive lake. The forested section buzzes with insect activity, watching this impressive clash between two creatures that might as well be demigods. Neither relent in their attack—even when Draykan’s foot splashes into the lake.\n\n“I know how I can end this while keeping your dignity,” the dragoness says, seizing this advantage. She pushes against him, and the slippery, wet, muddy floor makes him lose his balance. The dragon, conscious of the life beneath him, shrinks before he crashes into the water.\n\nKat follows suit, jumping into the water with him in their humanoid size. While Draykan is lying in the shallows, she lands on his chest, her hand grasping his face and pushing him down.\n\n“You’ll retain your beauty and your dignity if you just drown. No broken bones. No horrible bruises. Adventurers will die trying to find you and scrape you for parts!\n\nOf course, most of her words are lost to Draykan in a bubbling miasma of muddy lake water. He reaches for her, grabbing at her arm, seeking to throw her off, but he is unable to produce the leverage as his body sinks halfway into the water.\n\n“I’m sorry. I truly am,” Katadarnatarina says. “I had such high hopes for you among the new dragons.”\n\nBubbles rise from the water where Draykan’s head is submerged, but they soon stop. Katadarnatarina holds him down for just a few moments more. Satisfied, she lifts her hand from him, her head bowed low. “I’m sorry, Draykan. You wouldn’t let my Mistress have her children.”\n\nMore bubbles rise from the murky water, quick and boiling, before a geyser erupts, striking the dragon and sending her flying up into the air.\n\nDraykan lifts from the water, a mighty jump making him collide with her, grappling Katadarnatarina with his arms. “All this talk of dragons, and you forgot I can breathe fire? You really are under someone’s control!\n\nStunned by the sudden impact to her sensitive tits, the dragoness can only gasp as the dragon spins around in the air and sends her crashing into the murky water below, a splash so impressive rises from it that it hits the top of the closest trees!\n\nHe follows her into that underwater arena, slamming into her again until the two are entwined in a wrestling match underneath the disturbed surface. They kick and claw, bite and punch, and a brawl of undignified degree occurs, obscured by the mud, silt, and algae.\n\nWhen one of the dragons breaks through the water, they gasp, collapsing halfway against the earthen shore. Katadarnatarina takes a few desperate breaths, clinging to the ground and dragging herself towards the surface. She makes some progress until suddenly, something warm and wet and wriggling presses up at her dragon slit, lashing at her pussy lips.\n\nDraykan holds his breath as he floats in the water, his maw clamped tight to her clam, tongue flicking up and down along her insides, filling her, tasting her. His ministrations hum with the holy energy of his Paladin of Love training, sending shocks of delight and smiting pulses toward any fell influence that makes itself known within her.\n\nShe stops struggling and lays back, collapsing against a rock, her arms draped over the sides, her legs spreading, her body loosening up nearly instantly.\n\nHe continues to press up against her with wriggling hot tongue action, grabbing her thighs and placing them upon his shoulders. He pushes up against the bottom of the lake, sliding the dragoness onto the surface.\n\nWhen he emerges, Draykan takes in a deep and mighty breath and then roars out in excitement as he kisses between her legs once more, slurping and tasting her slick wetness.\n\n“A… ahh… s… D… Draykan…?” the dragoness groans.\n\nDraykan licks his lips, hopping up and climbing atop her with a growl. “Is that you, Kat? You?”\n\n“N… not fully…” she responds, her hands draped over his shoulders. She rolls him over to his back, pinning him down, sitting just under his lap. “I still can’t let you dominate me!”\n\n“Dammit, Kat!” Draykan snarls. “You’re an elder dragon—a member of the council! You’re gonna let some parasite get to you?”\n\nHe pushes his hips forward, his lower cock rubbing against her.\n\nShe gasps, glancing downward. “How did you!?”\n\nHe locks his legs around her, rolling her onto her back now. “I’m a paladin of love, and this is a holy exorcism!” he says, pressing a hand to her cheek. Just in time, too, as she lets out a steely breath, sending particles shooting out from her maw and scouring the ground with it.\n\n“Yeah, you’re still full on in whatever toxin she has in you.”\n\nShe snaps. “How can you tell?”\n\nDraykan licks his lips. “Had myself a little taste.”\n\nHe slides his cocks up against her, pressing them to her lips, but she bucks and lashes around against him.\n\nShe groans, rolling around on the forest floor, “Ooh f…fuuckk…”\n\n“Mmm, you like that, hmrph? Good. Gotta remember that!”\n\nHe presses his dicks into her, both of them filling her dragon pussy. He thrusts, pumping into her with the mechanical precision of a doctor administering a medicine. Even so, he’s dedicated to wrestling her down, to enduring the scrapes and the cuts and the curses flying out of her mouth as they melt away, becoming pleasured groans and thankful coos.\n\n“I… my mind… it’s ah… slipping back… to… to normal!” she gasps and cries out.\n\nLetting go of her shoulder, he responds, speeding up, plapping his hips against hers. “I can’t stop fucking you until we both cum!” he says. “Then, the evil will be purged!\n\n“T…then purge it!” she howls, arching her back, letting out a loud and tree-shaking roar.\n\nDraykan huffs and grunts, holding onto her ass as he plows away into her. Soon, he can feel the contractions all around his cock, which makes him throw his head back, releasing into her with a mighty roar of his own, filling the dragon with the warm and glowing seed.\n\nThe pressure and might of the ritual send him flying back and landing in the pool, bearing witness to the explosive orgasm that she has, shuddering and shaking, her body shooting out dozens of those little eggs with little problem, letting them all fall out onto the ground and into the water around him until she collapses back to her natural size, panting, breathing heavily.\n\nDraykan quickly climbs out of the brooding pool, shakes himself, and scoops up the dragoness, nuzzling against her. “Kat… are you okay? That was a close one.\n\nKatadanyatarina’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles as she sees Draykan nuzzling up against him, wrapping her arms around the mighty warrior. “You… you rescued me… I’m grateful.\n\n“We’re not done until I get the one who did this to you.” He says, hugging her tight.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Evening time is busy in the insect kingdoms, with many bugs buzzing, chirping, and clicking away at their nightly routine. All is peaceful in the Floral Forest until a new and imposing figure flies through the sky, zipping past with the speed of the wind and the heft of a mountain, swaying the imposing flowering plants in his approach.

When he lands, the chiseled and scaled form kneels down, slowly stands, and unfurls his majestic wings. He runs a hand through his luscious locks and lets out a deep breath, relaxing those large, impressive shoulders.

Loud chittering chirps silence at the dragon’s arrival. They know not what this creature is but know well enough to leave such newcomers alone for their own good.

As the sun disappears over the horizon, the dragon finds one of the nearby plants, pats his palm against the stalk, and nods.

He spins his tail against it, knocking over the wilting and browning thing. Nearly immediately, claws swipe, cutting it into pieces.

He tosses the logs into the center of his little clearing. He squats down in front of them, blowing a small flame into the starter to provide warmth for the evening.

He basks momentarily before slings off his shoulder pouch, retrieving his rations.

Tearing into the candied meat, he chews in silent contemplation as the silence is again replaced with the nighttime calls of the dark denizens. He swallows the meat and tilts his snout, sniffing the air.

“Ah…”

“Ah, CHOOO!”

Rubbing his nose, the dragon grumbles, “Ugh, what’s this, dust?” He glances upward, only to stare into the large compound eyes of a white and fluffy creature with puffy antennae. When their eyes meet, her wings flitter, dropping more of the dandruff scales down from her.

The dragon hops to his feet, covering his mouth but holding his hand out in a friendly gesture. “Hey, who are you? And could you mind the snowstorm?”

The winged insect peeks down at him, her eyes reflecting the fire in its million cells. She then rises tall with her segments hidden under a coat of fluffiness. She flaps down in front of him but begins to walk past him.

“Uh… miss? Are you alright? Do you speak the common language? Or Draconic, perhaps?” he says, slipping between the two languages with seamless flow.

The moth’s antennae twitch toward him, but she continues on her track, kneeling in front of the fire.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty good fire, if I do say so myself,” he says, hands on his hips.

She reaches out her hand, fingers outstretched, the reflection growing on her face as she inches closer, closer, and ever nearer, still.

“Hey!” He grabs her by the wrist, yanking her back. “Watch it, or you’ll burn yourself!”

Suddenly, the moth’s wings bristle, and she looks straight at him for the first time, frowning. “O-oh! Hello there!”

“You almost just scorched yourself!”

“I, oh, right,” she says, tapping the front of her face. “That’s a fire, right?”

“Of course it is. What did you think it was?”

Instead of answering, she looked down and wiggled her toes, tapping the ground. “That’s the ground…” she said, staring at the starry sky. “So that must mean the moon must be…”

She whirls around, pointing straight at the fire. “Right there!”

“No!” Draykan shouts, sliding in between the fire and the moth. “That’s not right at all!”

“Oh, right…” she says, stroking her antenna. She hops to her feet, spreads out her wings, and bows. “My greetings to you, oh great stranger. I am Myfanway. It is an honor to meet one who can bring the moon to the ground.”

“That’s not…” he huffs, then stomps up to her, points upward, and spins her around. “See?”

“Oooh… there’s the moon… so is that…” She slowly turns back toward the fire.

Draykan swipes the fire with his tail, dousing the flame and leaving it in the starlight. “It’s nothing.”

“You must be a great being to bring forth and remove that light at your will. To reorient the guiding light to your whim… it would make a guide’s job so dangerous!”

“I’m a dragon; my name’s Draykan,” he says. “And you’re a guide? That’s pretty convenient, actually. Do you think you could show me around, Myf?”

“Myf?” Myfanway crosses one arm over her chest and rests the other upon her hips. “I suppose so, but there’s always a price.”

“I don’t know if I have any good coin around these parts,” Draykan admits, “But I can offer you some healing if you need it.”

“I’m sure a poAwerful one like yourself can find something,” she says, fluttering her wings and flapping upwards. “Come, let us discuss the journey.”

“Heh, sure!” he says, following her. His robust flaps are in stark contrast to her quick flutters, but soon, the two la\\nd upon one of the many petals of one of the many flowers of the forest.

“I’m looking for another dragon,” Draykan remarks. “Someone like me, but female. Our kind isn’t known for subtlety, so maybe you’ve heard about her?”

Myfanway steeples her fingers, leaning in and resting her forehead upon the first set, tapping her chin on the second. “Hm… strange, giant, scaled creature. Not like other insects… yes! Such a one traveled to the mountains!

“Mountains? Plural?” He gazes off to the darkness beyond. “I never saw any when I flew over here. Damn… I’ll have to search forever, aren’t I?”

“Not so,” responds the moth, scooting up to him and fluttering some dust as she places a hand upon his shoulders. “We can make the journey soon if you wish. But I think I’ve figured out my payment already.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“This guide,” Myfanway begins, “has never seen a man like you. And she wonders if he would indulge her curiosity by showing her his manliness in action.”

Smirking, he drapes an arm over her and says. “Well, how can I refuse that?”

Myfanway flutters her wings triumphantly, running two hands down the dragon’s chiseled body while keeping two more centered on his shoulders. “I do not require much, just to see what you are like and to enjoy it.”

“Fine by me,” sighs Draykan. “Though, I’m not exactly in the most excited of moods,” he says, pausing and blushing slightly. “Not that it’s your fault or anything. I just have a lot on my mind, you know?

“You are on a quest. I understand that,” says the moth, hooking her hands on his pants while she lifts her other hand, working on undoing his belt. “This will only take a little bit,” she muses, loosening his trousers and tugging them down with a dedicated, experienced tug.

The dragon lies on his makeshift bed, lounging upon it as his twin cocks lie one on top of another, half-erect, as evidenced by their being out in the open.

“So, dragons have two of them?” Myfanway asks, two hands reaching down, one lifting one head and the other lifting another.

Breathing out a soft sigh and lying back, hands behind his head, he shrugs. “Not all dragons, no. But I don’t usually go around comparing my dicks to other guys.”

“I see,” she says, supporting one cock on top of the other on one palm, letting the warm things rest in her hands. Two fingers swirl over two cock heads, tenderly stimulating them with her dainty, fey-like touch.

Draykan’s chest rises and falls, his eyes narrowing gently, his mouth open in his huffing, desirous breaths.

“Y… you know, I usually like things more… active, but…”

“Do you like this?” she asks, her large eyes reflecting his face and soft, relaxed smile many times.”

“It’s nice… I suppose.” He says, lounging further back, draping his arms over the edge, and releasing a soft, smoky sigh.

Myfanway presses a palm upon one of the cocks, stroking upward, letting those ribbed lengths rub against her hands in slow and delicate motions. “Oh, my… you must make women feel so good with these.”

“Sometimes,” the dragons shift, staring up at the sky. “Sometimes, mmmgh, I wish it were that easy.” He chuckles at that, moving about, a rumble of delight growing in his chest.

She doesn’t respond to that one. She moves to the top length, letting her hands on all four sides slip up in slow motion, then down again, and then she returns to the bottom one, slipping her hands up and back down.

“Aah… I never thought… a hand job could be so nice,” he says, huffing and shifting around. “Y-you sure there’s nothing I can, nhrrf… do for you?”

“You are,” says Myfanway. “I am watching you, feeling your warmth, enjoying your company. We shall travel the kingdoms together, but I shall see you smile before that.

He lifts his head, smiles, and pulls wild strands of hair from over his eye. “So, you like to serve, do ya?”

“I like doing things my way,” she says.

He shrugs. “Worth a, a, mmngh… where’d you get that?”

Her hands glisten with a slimy substance that she rubs over one of the cocks, two hands dry, two hands lubricated. She slips the lubrication up one length and her dry hand down the other. It’s a strange combination, feeling the two sensations simultaneously, two hands moving faster than the other set.

“It’s sap,” she says, “from the plant.”

“W… wow… you’re crafty,” he says, stretching, his body shaking.

“A good rest is always a fine idea before a trip,” Myfanway says.

“D… I don’t know how restful… this can get,” he says, sitting up and supporting himself on his elbows as he watches her.

She speeds up the lubricated hands while the non-lubricated ones, still soft, slowly stroke, the furious hand fucking of one cock makes the second one bounce, her antennae flicking about as she increases the pace of her ministrations upon him. “Are you excited?”

“Y… yeah…”

“Are you going to cum, dragon?”

“I just… nnnf, might!”

She switches hands. Even the dry ones are sticky now with the precum of the upper cock. Now she slicks up the lube from the wet cock with her dry hands while she lubes up the dry cock with her wet hands, mixing them and getting a good and steady pace.

“Not yet,” she says, a command more than a suggestion.

“I… If you, ngh,, keep going like… ha… that, I…” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Yes…?”

“I’ll hold out!” He says, a challenge to her.

“You won’t… not long,” she says, a matter of factly.

He bites his maw, his eyes burning with delight and desire now. This month has been stirring him up with direct stimulation and that challenge. “Gn… y-you want anything… mmf… more from me?”

“Cum!” She says a suggestion, but the way she says it, the way she looks at him, and how she presses her fingers to his cock head at various points is too much.

“Oooh, fuuuuuck!”

Draykan collapses, his hips up in the air. From two openings, strands of ropey and thick vibrant cum shoot out, his cocks pulsing, shooting out and up, landing on his stomach and drizzling on the makeshift bed around him, glowing gently in the darkness of the night.

Myfanway stares at the warm globules on her hand. Her antennae perked up as she is entranced by his glowing jizz.

Draykan lays there, breathing with ragged breaths, his arms falling onto his chest and off to his side, his hips falling to the bed, his breath heavy, through his mouth, his heart pounding.

“You are very interesting,” says Myfanway, breaking her attention from the display. She takes her hands and wipes them off a giant leaf. “Rest up. We shall leave once you are ready.”

She says this, tossing the leaf toward him and landing on his stomach.

He chuckles, lazily cleaning himself up, shaking his head.

“Well damn,” he growls. “Yes, indeed, ma’am.”

Draykan and Myfanway fly across the sky above the canopy of the Floral Forest. The inquisitive dragon must make swooping motions and frequent landings upon the canopy, watching as the moth slowly flutters her way, guided by the moon.

Myfanway is quiet during the trip, her eyes focused on the moon, and her path is seemingly erratic.

But Draykn chuckles and swoops up from his perch, grabbing her and carrying the insect gal in his arms. “You can be a guide, and I can be the ride,” he says. “How’s that sound to you?”

Wrapping two arms around his neck, the guide wastes no time pointing out their destination. “We should find a village over there nestled in the mountains. If they saw the dragon you seek, they would be able to help us. But, we must be careful.”

“Hm… any particular reason?” the dragon asks, breaking through at great speed towards their destination.

Myfanway curls up against his strong form, pulling her legs in and rubbing her head against his chest. “There’s been news lately. Strange news. People might be upset with a stranger with the talk of monsters.”

“Heh, People love me. I can handle a few monsters, no problem,” Draykan says, nodding. Is this the place?”

Myfanway peeks out from his rippling muscles. “Yes, right there. Let’s land outside. I’ll fly in and check to see if anyone heard anything.”

“Sounds good to me,” Draykan says, landing quickly on his feet. He loosens his grasp on her, letting her flutter free. “Just holler if you need anything, and I’ll come swooping into your rescue, alright?”

Myfanway smirks gently and flutters up to him, kissing his cheek. “Very well, Draykan. I shall do that.”

“Shucks, aren’t you friendly. Here, I thought that little romp was just a business transaction.”

Myfanway titters, fluttering off towards the town, leaving the dragon to plop himself down onto a small rock and stare at the stars.

“Man… Kat… what trouble did you get yourself into…” he muses to himself, only to feel a chill running down his spine. He stands ready as he turns around, his stature billowing in the air as he sharpens his focus. With his eyes narrowing into slits and his teeth bared, he curls his fingers to extend his claws, ready for a fight.

That’s when strange figures rush out of the floral forest, insects of all different shapes and sizes. All of them reach out to the dragon, their eyes glassy and lifeless, with a raspy collective groan filling the air as they rush him.

Draykan swipes his tail, knocking into one, caving the creature in, and knocking into the next, only to quickly bowl it down. One remains, stumbling over the remains of its allies and lunging forward at Draykan, a clawed hand scratching at his scales, but with no effect.

Draykan leaps back from that one, leaping forward at his opening to elbow the thing right in the head!

And the head rolls off its shoulders, clattering while its body stumbles at Draykan.

Snorting, the dragon leaps up, spins in the air, and slams his tail right down at the thing, sending its bits shattering against the ground.

“Necromancy,” Draykan growls, kneeling and grabbing at the head, chomping away. “But, is it a zombie…?” he says, turning his head around. “There’s… no flesh… a skeleton!?”

He drops the skull and rushes off from his perch, making his way straight for the town, rattling some signs and fences along the road as he does until he makes it to the town square.

“Myfanway!” the dragon shouts, landing and skidding against the dirt. “Where are you?”

A scream, or is it a screech? He rushes toward a larger building, an inn, or a public house of some persuasion. But when he reaches the door, it bursts open, and more of the hollow exoskeletal nightmares spill out, leaving him to leap back.

The dragon flies up and lands on the roof, narrowing his gaze as he perches and watches as the ground swarms with the undead of many different insect civilians.

Draykan hops off his roof, flying toward the building vacated by all those undead creatures, and crashes through one of the windows.

Draykan tumbles in and spreads his wings, flicking the glass off of him before he stands to a hunched height. This striking entrance is followed by another scream, one that comes from an elegant bug hiding behind a bed, trembling at the sight of this newcomer.

“What’s going on here?” Draykan asks.

The bug covers her antenna and her eyes, shaking, her butt glowing a bright green. “Aah… I-I don’t know. They just descended from the mountains the other day. Their wings no longer work, so they haven’t gotten here yet. Everyone tried to fly away, but I got trapped.”

“Don’t worry. I can take care of a few skeletons,” Draykan says. “But it would be a great help to me if you noticed anyone with them.”

“A… anyone?” the bug peeks one eye out from her trembling hand.

“Yeah, skeletons are usually commanded by someone. They can’t travel far from their place of creation without their necromancer master nearby.

“T… there was a stranger who arrived recently… a glimmering jewel of an insect. She said she was heading to the mountains. That’s all I know, truly!”

“Then what happened to Myfanway…?” Draykan asks, turning away from the firefly and looking out the window. He bellows out her name, only for more of the doors in the town to open and for more of the skeletons to come tumbling out, clattering and clawing up toward him.

The dragon leaps out amidst the throng, crushing a few piles of shells before lowering his head and ramming into more.

The firefly pokes her head out, watching the dragon mow through the skeletons like nothing, gulping as another form steps up behind her.

“Well, well, Miss Mayor. Seems you have a hero.”

The bug freezes. “P-please, I didn’t invite anyone here. He came on his own.”

“Oh, I know…” the figure says, pushing past the lightning bug.

Draykan slams his tail over one of the last skeletons, growling, breathing deeply, focused, pissed.

“It took a long time for my mistress to build that army,” the voice speaks.

Draykan swirls around, standing tall, narrowing his gaze. “And who exactly are you?”

Standing opposite him is a tall and elegant creature, bright green with long and wicked blades for hands. “Who me?” coos the mantis. “I’m just a gal who likes a good challenge, and my mistress offered me the chance to have one. Looks like I finally found you.”

Draykan eyes up at this mysterious newcomer, a humanoid mantis. Like others in the insect kingdoms, she looks like a woman wearing plated form-fitting armor. Her body shines with the unmarred chitin of her exoskeleton, accenting the slight curvature of her lithe body. Through a slit almost like a dress, one long leg shows itself more prominently than the other. Two arms end in large, serrated scythes, while two others wrap underneath her breast. Above, her human-like mouth smirks as her large compound eyes pinpoint the dragon with pinprick accuracy, the tiny dots focused right upon him.

The dragon rolls his shoulders, snorting, clenching, and unclenching his claws. “So, you’re issuing me a challenge? That’s not very smart on your part, you know? You’ve already gotten on my list for messing with my guide.”

“That moth?” she asks, stepping slowly around the dragon. He follows her in the delicate dance, the two sizing each other up. “She was easy enough to snatch up.”

“And that’s why I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” He responds, nodding solemnly. “So you don’t ‘snatch up’ or harm anyone else.”

The mantis titters, “Consider your pet moth and yourself lucky, dragon. My mistress has given me strict orders to guard this place in the most non-lethal way I can, at least until her plans have reached fruition.”

“In that case, mind telling me where Myfanway is so I could rescue her and mess your job up?”

“Oooh, aren’t you the knight in shining armor? How ironic,” she says, lifting her scythes. “Considering you’re a dragon, just like that last one.”

Draykan’s eyes widen, a snarl growing, teeth bared. “Alright. That’s it. Playtime’s over. You’re gonna tell me all you know.”

“You’re going to have to make me, big boy,” the mantis says, her back spreading, wings extending, showing off her size, quite matching Draykan in height.

He nods, readying his fists, widening into a fighter’s stance. “Gladly, but to whom do I have the honor of pummeling?”

“My name is Mai,” the mantis says, licking her lips, “and you shall be beaten, Sir…”

“Draykan.” He responds. “And by the time I’m through with you, you can tell your mistress that she’s next on my list after I’ve had my way with you, got it?”

“Bold words,” she says, her scythe-arms rubbing slowly together. “Let’s see how they fare.”

He rushes toward her, running with powerful strides at his opponent.

Mai leaps up, her wings carrying her behind him in a graceful leap. She flips and slams her leg toward the dragon, the force of the kick sending compressed air blowing forward. Draykan ducks underneath the attack, dodging the blast. He lifts his leg, a heel heading right toward her abdomen in the same movement.

She hooks her scythe around his ankle, swinging around him like a pole and landing with a hand on the ground, skidding across the earth, all the while a smile burns on her face.

Draykan hops back, shaking his leg and quickly glancing at it for damage. There’s only a slight scratch on his scales. He cracks his knuckles and nods. “It’ll take more than that to damage a dragon.”

“That’s exactly what I would expect from the runner-up of the Tournament of Pleasure.”

Draykan’s brow twitches at that momentary lapse of focus. He sees a claw wrapped around his neck, throwing him forward, and a knee rising to smack him in the snout.

Mai throws Draykan down and climbs atop him on the back, leaning in with a hissing laugh, her claws around his throat. “Can’t cut you, but I can bruise your ego, right? That’s how to hurt a dragon. Poor, poor Draykan, oh-so-hurt that he’s only number two.” Her teases sting.

“Pretty underhanded, pretending not to know me!” Draykan snorts. He presses his hands to the ground, pushing up, bucking up against her.

Mai holds on, her scythes digging against his scales, and while she holds on, he throws his elbow back at her, striking her in the side and knocking her off her balance.

He flips around, rubbing his neck, noticing a small glistening of blood. It’s just a tiny abrasion, but the slow, extended slice is enough to press through her. “First blood… impressive.”

Hopped up to her feet, she dances, her skirt swishing, her blades bouncing. “Ours is a delicate dance, isn’t it?”

“It’d be beautiful if you fought me as an equal and not as some villain.”

“Ha, how heroic.” She leaps forward, gripping his shoulders. She leaps forward, kneeing at his stomach.

The dragon doubles over from the attack, leaning forward over her but wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her against him.

“Gah!?”

“Sorry,” Draykan grunts, a pained chuckle rising from him. Yeah, he feels a little sick, that throbbing pain in his stomach harder than he’d imagine, “You may be fast, but I’m strong and stubborn!”

“Yes, you are!” she says, snickering, her antennae playing about at his forehead. “What now?”

“This!” Draykan runs forward, holding onto her tightly. He lifts off at incredible speeds, providing a loop-de-loop before slamming into the ground, the bug squished underneath him.

Blood leaks from his shoulders as he lies there, but soon, he pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders and looking down at Mai.

She coughs, groaning and squirming around under him.

“This fight’s over,” the dragon says,  pulling her arm off his shoulder and letting it fall back.

“Hah… you think I’m gonna talk…? I’m not done yet…” she says, pushing herself by her elbows, shaking, snickering. “Not until you show me all you got… Champion of Pleasure.”

“You think I’m going to reward you with a fuck?” he asks, snorting.

She wraps her legs around him, squeezing at his hips, her humanoid hands pushing out, striking him at his sternum.

Draykan coughs and leans forward, and she rolls him around until she’s on top, placing her scythes over his shoulders and reaching down at his pants, yanking them down. “You have no choice!

Draykan lies under Mai, the dragon’s chest rising and falling steadily, pinned down as he is by Mai’s weight and blades at his shoulder and throat. “If you wanted a good time,” he quips, “You didn’t need to kidnap my guide.”

“I must apologize,” Mai responds, her free hands reaching up to his twin draconic shafts, caressing his balls in one, and pressing her palm to the topmost length. “Taking prisoners is part of my mission here. It’s nothing personal.”

Draykan snorts, a growl rising up from his throat. “And this?”

“Oh, this?” she asks, gripping his cock, stroking along that textured surface. “Why, this is a pleasure!” She speeds up, pumping that shaft.

Draykan stirs under her, but Mai presses her scythe blade harder against his throat, pressing against his scales. He huffs and backs down. “Guess this is just part of the play, huh?”

“Oh, indeed.” She says. “And I must wonder… how potent are dragons, anyway, when fostering a new generation?”

Draykan quirks a brow. “What do you mean?

Mai scoots up, pressing her sex up against his lower shaft, rubbing that dripping, delighted slit up and down against him. “My mistress has been studying your kindness and ability to breed and sire. It’s a… pet project, and I want to find out, too.”

He smirks. “So, you want to be a mother? Free Myfanway and I’ll give you all the wyrmlings you can handle. All you have to do in return is join my hoard. I’d say you passed the interview process with flying colors.”

“Mmmn, tempting, but no,” she says, leaning in, her face beside his. “After all, I have you where I want you right now, and I think I’ll train the next generation of mantis dragons to be the most formidable warriors in the world.”

“Sounds like something I can get around, too, but it won’t be a happy fuck that makes them if you don’t give me back my friend.”

“Make me,” Mai says, rubbing her pussy up against his lower cock, resting on the tip and lowering herself down. The warmth of her body envelops his cock, and she shudders, her mouth open, panting rushing up from her throat.

Draykan sighs, and with a tremendous heaving heave, he rolls over, knocking her to her back and grabbing at her scythe hands, yanking them away. She knicks him, letting a small trickle of blood run down to his collar.

“You don’t get where I am,” he says, “Without taking a few risks!” He grunts, grabbing her hands, putting both of those scythes in the grasp of one mighty dragon claw

Mai’s hands are still free, and she thrusts her palms forward against his lower body. Draykan’s eyes flare with the strikes, but he doesn’t let go of her. Though he grunts as small bolts of pain from those timed and well-placed strikes hit him, he lines up his cocks, both of them aiming for her cunt, and pushes forward.

Mai throws her head back, her back arching up, her heels digging into the ground. “GAayaaaah!”

“One was already a tight fit!” Draykan says through gritted teeth. “You want wyrmlings… you need to take both like a champ!”

She holds onto his side, supporting herself as she looks into his eyes, panting, biting her lip, nodding, and thrusting her hips up against him.

“Tell me where she is!” Draykan says, his free hand pressing against her chest, squishing her down. He thrusts, sinking deeper into her, both cocks rubbing against each other and against her warm and constricting walls.

She shakes her head, groaning in delight and defiance.

Draykan grips harder against her wrists, slamming his hips forward, her exoskeleton straining against the sheer size of the things buried deep inside her.

Mai rolls her tongue out, gasping, coughing up spit from the sheer size and power of the draconic double penetration going on within her. Her feet give way, and she collapses, plowed into the earth by the sheer weight of his thrusts.

Draykan lets go of her wrists, and her scythe arms fall above her head, which rolls back and forth in a delusion of desire that rushes through all over her body. His firm, draconic mitts grab her by the thighs and lift, sliding up along the length, past the needs, down the shins, grabbing her ankles, and pushing them down closer to her head.

Now, with her pinned in that breeding press, he goes to town, slapping down hard against her in grunting, focused thrusts, watching her face, his frown turning into a sneer of delight.

“Tell me!” he roars.

“N… nhgaaaha!” she responds in an incoherent groan.

He picks up the pace, plowing and burrowing deeper into her canal. “We’re going to be… ngh…. Part of… ha… each other’s… nnff, lives! So, tell me the… such… truth!”

She throws her head back, her scythe pointing toward one of the buildings, her chest heaving, her back arching. Her throat breaks in a loud and uncontrolled scream of desire, clamping around Draykan’s cocks in her explosive orgasm so powerful that it breaks his own concentration and holds on to his eruption.

He groans, throwing his head back, breathing out a small tongue of flame as his hot, glowing sperm bursts deep into her hole. His lower body thrusts with each expulsion of seed, his hands squeezing her ankles, tight with each shot. Then he finally stops, leaning forward, his hair covering one eye, panting, letting go, letting her body fall spread on the ground.

T… there… that wasn’t… so bad…” he says, flicking his hair back in a handsome display of draconic delight. “Now… she’d better be safe,” he says, pulling out, his glowing cum oozing from her orifice.

Looking at the house as he pulls up his pants, he sees the lightning bug peering from the doorway. Beside her is Myfanway, watching with wide-eyed wonderment as well.

Draykan stares at the two of them, his cocks dangling over his pants, dripping, his posture frozen.

“Uh… how long were you two just standing there?”

“Forgive me for  not saying anything, oh dragon,” the firefly says, motioning two hands over towards the fluffy white moth on the other side of the door, “But I found that missing friend of yours while you were dealing with the leader of the horde of monsters.”

“I can see that,” says Draykan, tightening his pants. “Myfanway, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Moon Bringer!” the moth chirps, fluttering her wings. “I just got surrounded by the baddies and fluttered into a dark building. They surely couldn’t find me there!”

“That’s not how the undead…” Draykan sighs, rubbing his eyes, chuckling. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“And I’m glad you got that baddie!” Myfanway responds.

“Yeah, sure did,” Draykan says, turning toward the cum-drooling Mai lying on the ground. He squats before her, grabbing the mantis by the antenna and yanking her to sit. “Now, you’re going to talk. Who are you working for? How many people have you killed to make your army, and where is Katadarnyatarina?

Mai the mantis groans, her focus hazy, but she lifts her claw toward the mountain, responding to Draykan’s demand. “My mistress has the dragon, Katadarnytarina… there. She’s securing a grand work, indeed.”

“I’m your master now,” Draykan says, grabbing Mai by the cheeks and turning her attention straight to him. “Whoever you served before… she’ll be mine as well.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” the mantis giggles. “But you’re welcome to try.”

He drops her and nods. “Well, whatever else happens, it’s bound to be more dangerous than even this was. I don’t want anyone following me into there, got it?”

“Be careful, Sun Lighter!” Myfanway cheers.

“Careful? Heh… it’s why I’m going in alone!” he says, spreading his wings and flying off.

Now so close to his destination, the dragon can more easily sense the taint rising from the area. It is an evil that permeates the place, coming from a specific crevice hidden from the view of most creatures. Draykan lands and steps inside, and as the darkness overwhelms him, he feels a pang that arcs through his heart and into his mind.

The perfect living weapon… the herald of all of the dark gods of the world—that was what they said he would be… those cultists, madmen, each of them, the ones who took him from a young age and did unspeakable things to him and to Galenna and who knows who else? This dark and hidden place is so much like that place.

His thoughts snap back to reality once a groan echoes from deep within. The dragon rushes forward, calling out to the object of his search. “Kat!” He shouts. “I’m here! Don’t worry! It’s… plach!”

He rushes through and breaks through a layer of paper up against the wall, ripping through it quickly, but the sight beyond it makes the dragon pause.

A warm and glowing chamber with a sickly green hue from a pool in the center. Sitting within that pool are the unmistakable silver scales of the dragon he sought, the ghastly color reflecting off her form, giving her a sickly hue.

But it isn’t just that coloration that shows the unwellness that fits this entire place, for it is the dragon's overlarge stomach as she lies, groaning, her face upon the hard rock, her neck stretched, her arms flopped in exhaustion.

“Kat!” Draykan rushes toward her. “Wh… what happened to you?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she glances toward him, gulping and groaning. She lifts a leg, gripping the pool's edge with a clawed grip. With a louder groan, her whole body tenses up, and her sex dilates, a round object emerging from her and plopping into the pool, sinking down deep into the glowing miasma.

Draykan furrows his brow and reaches out, touching Kat’s head. His palm glows, and her groaning ceases momentarily as she drifts to a peaceful sleep.

“Ooh, that’s glowy!” echoes the voice of Myfanway, fluttering in from the tunnel.

“What are you doing here?” Draykan hisses, marching up to the moth. “I told you it’s dangerous!”

“But I wanted to help,” the moth says, her antenna twitching.

Grumbling, Draykan looks over the scene with the sleeping dragon. “Does this seem like something you’ve seen before?”

Myfanway gets down on her knees in front of the pool and looks inside, pointing. “It’s an egg.”

“Observant,” says Draykan, standing behind her, “but it’s not a dragon egg. It’s too small, and she hasn’t been here very long.

“Someone put them in her?”

“Them?” Draykan’s stomach sinks. “Oh fuck…” He places a hand on Kat’s swollen stomach. “There has to be so many. Whoever did this… they’re going to pay.”

“What are you going to do?” Myfanway says, reaching toward the pool, her fingers barely touching the water.

Draykan grabs her wrist and pulls her back up to her feet. “I’m a paladin of love. I’m going to work my magic on her if she agrees. But I might need your help.”

Myfanway tilts her head. “How can I help you?”

“That’s what I’m going to have to find out,” Draykan says, returning to the dragon, placing his hands on her head and whispering into her. “Awake.”

Katadanyatarina’s eyes flash open, and she roars, thrashing about, but she doesn’t leave the pool. Draykan wraps his strong arms around her head and pulls her close to his chest, whispering. “Ss…ssh… whatever happens to you, I can fix it. You just need to let me.”

The dragon pulls her face free and shakes her head. She stares at him directly, her once proud eyes clouded in a haze. “N..oooh…” she groans.

“What!?”

“I must protect mistress’s children.”

Draykan’s heart drops in his chest, the fire within the dragon burning as he hears the words coming from the pained groans of the once-great dragon before him. “W… what do you mean, ‘your mistress?”

Katadanyatarina shifts, pushing her swollen self onto all fours. Her mighty form is still strong enough despite her impregnated state. She stares down at Draykan with her glowing, hypnotic, perhaps even hypnotized eyes. “I am the incubator for a great generation,” she says, a snarl rising up from her throat.

Draykan remains in a humanoid stance before her, standing resolute before the horrific sight. “You’re unwell, he says. “I can help you. I can free you from this possession—this infection.”

She snorts and whips around, her tail crashing towards him, but Draykan grabs onto her thick tail, his muscles straining, his feet clinging to the cave floor, scratching up the rocky surface.

The male dragon roars, taking the momentum of the swing, and heaves with his powerful muscles to swing the dragoness’s bulk, sending her flying and crashing into the opposite wall.

Smoke billows from the spores and dust of the cave, obscuring Katyadarnatarina from view. When she finally emerges, she is the proud dragoness warrior in her anthropomorphic form, save for her swollen breasts and pregnant belly. “I cannot allow you to stop her,” the proud dragon knight says, stepping one foot in front of the other. Suddenly, she rushes forward with such great speed towards the male!

Draykan crosses his arms over himself to block, but she dives aside, appearing behind him. She grapples him, her wings beating powerfully as she lifts him, his toes dangling as they desperately scratch to keep to the ground.

“I am the perfect guardian for my mistress’s brood!” Katadarnatarina snaps.

Draykan struggles against the hold, looking wild-eyed behind himself toward her. “Kat, come on, snap out of it! You’re a dragon! You can beat this!”

“Just as you could beat your programming at the hands of the cult and their dark goddess!”

Draykan gapes. “What do you know about the-whoaa!”

Finally, high up in the cavernous room, the female dragon swoops downward, crashing the male against the rocky ground. She stands slowly and ponderously, cupping under her pregnant belly before pressing a foot to the blue dragon’s back. “You truly don’t understand anything?” she snarls. “That’s why you shouldn’t be playing on the grand stage. Stay in your city, young male, and enjoy the harem you’ve built.”

Draykan groans, pressing his hands against the ground, only for Katadarnatarina to grab the dragon by the luscious locks and wrench him back, making him stare at the collection of incubating eggs strewn about the entrance. “You claim yourself to be a paladin of love, and yet you seek to end the joys of maternal love for my mistress. She needs me to pursue this lofty goal—and you would seek to destroy it all.”

Coughing, Draykan grips the ground. “Don’t you dare lecture me!” He roars, his wings expanding, his muscles groaning, his snout elongating.

The dragoness stumbles back from the transforming Draykan, huffing, and spreads her wings, shooting off towards the exit. When she rushes, many eggs start rolling in the blast of air, and Myfanway, having watched the whole ordeal, tumbles back towards the cliffside.

Katadarnatarina emerges from the cave not as a humanoid form but in a fully-sized majestic silver dragon, her scales shimmering in the sunlight as she circles the mountain.

It’s only a matter of moments before the blue dragon follows suit. His form is mighty and towering, easily dwarfing all of the insects as he joins the dragoness in flight.

Myfanway sits on her knees, staring upward at the sight, shuddering at the magnificence before she finally bows her head. “I’m not worthy,” she gulps, her antennae twitching.

Draykan rises behind Katadanyatarina, bellowing out a fierce breath of fire. Still, she spins out of the way in an acrobatic movement, following this up with a momentum-packed swipe of her tail, striking Draykan in the face.

He falls, the slap stinging his cheek and wrecking his flight path, but he flaps his wings to regain himself. But the slowed state he was in, she is able to press her large and squishy body up against his back, pinning him with her weight.

Again, the two crash downward, but this time, Draykan fights and frees his wings from her grasp. They rise high, awkward with a dragon between them, but they flap, slowing the descent. With weight and strength at odds, the two do not crash into the rocky mountain pass below but tumble onto it until Draykan finally plants his feet to the ground and hefts her off.

Katadanyatarina lands on her back, rocking back and forth, getting her bulk to move just in time to avoid being pounced on by Draykan. She lands on her feet and kicks back with her hind legs, sending him crashing into the mountainside.

Draykan stirs his massive form, blinking and looking to the side at his opponent, only for her to have transformed into a gigantic humanoid shape. She thrusts herself forward, sending rocks and dust tumbling in her wake as she shoulder-checks him in the side.

Spitting up, Draykan lies there, groaning, his transformation taking into effect.

“If you know what’s good for you,” the impregnated guardian says, “You’ll stay down before I have to put you down.”

“I can’t… do that,” he growls.

Folding her fingers into a fist, she thrust forward, this time at Draykan’s temple.

Draykan rolls onto his back, grabbing the first, his eyes slits, his teeth bared. “You’re not using lethal attacks!” the bruised brawler says. “I know you’re in there! Let me help you!”

“By harming my mistress’s chosen? Fat chance!” she says, throwing another punch.

Draykan catches this one, too, pushing himself up. The two clash, stepping back and forth, their muscles bulging against the strain of this show of strength.

The two clash like this, stepping around the mountain, leaving one side and approaching a more wooded area with a massive lake. The forested section buzzes with insect activity, watching this impressive clash between two creatures that might as well be demigods. Neither relent in their attack—even when Draykan’s foot splashes into the lake.

“I know how I can end this while keeping your dignity,” the dragoness says, seizing this advantage. She pushes against him, and the slippery, wet, muddy floor makes him lose his balance. The dragon, conscious of the life beneath him, shrinks before he crashes into the water.

Kat follows suit, jumping into the water with him in their humanoid size. While Draykan is lying in the shallows, she lands on his chest, her hand grasping his face and pushing him down.

“You’ll retain your beauty and your dignity if you just drown. No broken bones. No horrible bruises. Adventurers will die trying to find you and scrape you for parts!

Of course, most of her words are lost to Draykan in a bubbling miasma of muddy lake water. He reaches for her, grabbing at her arm, seeking to throw her off, but he is unable to produce the leverage as his body sinks halfway into the water.

“I’m sorry. I truly am,” Katadarnatarina says. “I had such high hopes for you among the new dragons.”

Bubbles rise from the water where Draykan’s head is submerged, but they soon stop. Katadarnatarina holds him down for just a few moments more. Satisfied, she lifts her hand from him, her head bowed low. “I’m sorry, Draykan. You wouldn’t let my Mistress have her children.”

More bubbles rise from the murky water, quick and boiling, before a geyser erupts, striking the dragon and sending her flying up into the air.

Draykan lifts from the water, a mighty jump making him collide with her, grappling Katadarnatarina with his arms. “All this talk of dragons, and you forgot I can breathe fire? You really are under someone’s control!

Stunned by the sudden impact to her sensitive tits, the dragoness can only gasp as the dragon spins around in the air and sends her crashing into the murky water below, a splash so impressive rises from it that it hits the top of the closest trees!

He follows her into that underwater arena, slamming into her again until the two are entwined in a wrestling match underneath the disturbed surface. They kick and claw, bite and punch, and a brawl of undignified degree occurs, obscured by the mud, silt, and algae.

When one of the dragons breaks through the water, they gasp, collapsing halfway against the earthen shore. Katadarnatarina takes a few desperate breaths, clinging to the ground and dragging herself towards the surface. She makes some progress until suddenly, something warm and wet and wriggling presses up at her dragon slit, lashing at her pussy lips.

Draykan holds his breath as he floats in the water, his maw clamped tight to her clam, tongue flicking up and down along her insides, filling her, tasting her. His ministrations hum with the holy energy of his Paladin of Love training, sending shocks of delight and smiting pulses toward any fell influence that makes itself known within her.

She stops struggling and lays back, collapsing against a rock, her arms draped over the sides, her legs spreading, her body loosening up nearly instantly.

He continues to press up against her with wriggling hot tongue action, grabbing her thighs and placing them upon his shoulders. He pushes up against the bottom of the lake, sliding the dragoness onto the surface.

When he emerges, Draykan takes in a deep and mighty breath and then roars out in excitement as he kisses between her legs once more, slurping and tasting her slick wetness.

“A… ahh… s… D… Draykan…?” the dragoness groans.

Draykan licks his lips, hopping up and climbing atop her with a growl. “Is that you, Kat? You?”

“N… not fully…” she responds, her hands draped over his shoulders. She rolls him over to his back, pinning him down, sitting just under his lap. “I still can’t let you dominate me!”

“Dammit, Kat!” Draykan snarls. “You’re an elder dragon—a member of the council! You’re gonna let some parasite get to you?”

He pushes his hips forward, his lower cock rubbing against her.

She gasps, glancing downward. “How did you!?”

He locks his legs around her, rolling her onto her back now. “I’m a paladin of love, and this is a holy exorcism!” he says, pressing a hand to her cheek. Just in time, too, as she lets out a steely breath, sending particles shooting out from her maw and scouring the ground with it.

“Yeah, you’re still full on in whatever toxin she has in you.”

She snaps. “How can you tell?”

Draykan licks his lips. “Had myself a little taste.”

He slides his cocks up against her, pressing them to her lips, but she bucks and lashes around against him.

She groans, rolling around on the forest floor, “Ooh f…fuuckk…”

“Mmm, you like that, hmrph? Good. Gotta remember that!”

He presses his dicks into her, both of them filling her dragon pussy. He thrusts, pumping into her with the mechanical precision of a doctor administering a medicine. Even so, he’s dedicated to wrestling her down, to enduring the scrapes and the cuts and the curses flying out of her mouth as they melt away, becoming pleasured groans and thankful coos.

“I… my mind… it’s ah… slipping back… to… to normal!” she gasps and cries out.

Letting go of her shoulder, he responds, speeding up, plapping his hips against hers. “I can’t stop fucking you until we both cum!” he says. “Then, the evil will be purged!

“T…then purge it!” she howls, arching her back, letting out a loud and tree-shaking roar.

Draykan huffs and grunts, holding onto her ass as he plows away into her. Soon, he can feel the contractions all around his cock, which makes him throw his head back, releasing into her with a mighty roar of his own, filling the dragon with the warm and glowing seed.

The pressure and might of the ritual send him flying back and landing in the pool, bearing witness to the explosive orgasm that she has, shuddering and shaking, her body shooting out dozens of those little eggs with little problem, letting them all fall out onto the ground and into the water around him until she collapses back to her natural size, panting, breathing heavily.

Draykan quickly climbs out of the brooding pool, shakes himself, and scoops up the dragoness, nuzzling against her. “Kat… are you okay? That was a close one.

Katadanyatarina’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles as she sees Draykan nuzzling up against him, wrapping her arms around the mighty warrior. “You… you rescued me… I’m grateful.

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