Dragon X

Perhaps it was the foolishness of myself for hoping that our journey across the vast, mysterious lands of the unknown would let us prove to others just how great we were as a couple. Perhaps it was the naive nature of my personality for attempting to seek out some enjoyments in life, as we embraced the experiences while wandering around aimlessly. I had a hidden self, one that was so sinister that my walls of resolve were constantly on shaky ground. A self that was so putrid that my soul of faith for something better had begun to corrode ever so slowly. Yet, I was reassuring myself that something good would happen. Something. Anything. Understanding the nature of our travel over the days of rough weathers and awesome terrains was something that I was unable to do. I could not comprehend the purpose for our existence because that part of myself was relentlessly trying to coerce me into the dark side. Corny, I knew. But questions continued to surface, testing out just what was our real goal for visiting different parts of the world, seeing different villages, and interacting with different dragons and their unique cultures.

Kasaran and I flew by day and walked by night. We cuddled together to conserve our bodily warmth. We chatted and laughed during fine weathers, where the glimmering sun was smiling to us and comforting our essences with its gentle hands of golden light. We were less talkative when it was howling wind and heavy down pouring of rain. We had seen massive plains of elongated grass, so lengthy and green that ripples were formed whenever a breeze was sweeping across the area. We couldn't see the end of the land as the horizon bent at the farthest edge of the world. A pale pink of lightness rose up from the edge and elevated upward into the dark blue heaven. Kasaran and I were amazed when we saw just how beautiful the plains were. Winter was approaching fast and the autumn season proved to be bitter cold. Still, I could feel the sensation of rolling around with Kasaran in those flat terrains, and such wonderful image had remained vivid within me. The sensation of fluffy grass brushing against our bodies was something that was so fresh and free at the time, that I felt myself soaring into the sky spiritually.

I remembered a few dragons in one of the many villages that we had visited asking us the question of why we chose to live the way we did. Kasaran only laughed when he saw my dumbfounded expression. Wasn't the answer obvious enough? Wasn't the intention patent enough? It was something that both of us wanted to do because we wanted to live our lives to their fullest. Instead of being bounded by rules and laws governing our true selves, we decided to live outside the systems. Standardized regulations often came in conflict with me (not sure about Kasaran), because I was, by nature, abnormal. How could you tame something out of ordinary? You couldn't. You could try to understand it, but you could not control it. I was beyond normal. It was typical for me to feel relaxed and energized when I was dwelling in a life, in a style that was myself and myself only.

As weeks went by, the relationship between Kasaran and me grew deeper. I loved the way his grayish eyes looked at me. I loved the way he acted. I loved every aspect of him. Although I didn't say it, he knew that I loved him very much as both a companion and a lover. Sure, there were odd looks around us whenever other dragons from other clans saw us hugging each other in public at times, but we didn't let that bother us. And when we left "civilized dragon towns", we let actions did the talking for us. I had already forgotten how many times we made love to each other, just so that we could feel the bond between one another. Kasaran would always tell me how beautiful I looked, with my cool icy-blue colors and green, and my deep navy eyes. I loved how he would lick and kiss my body, as I rubbed his back and wings. He adored the heated cries of passion when both of us were sent over the edge. His fluid was mine and mine was his. We let no secrets between each other as we lay there in each other's arm, just listening to the chilly wind rustle the leaves above us and whistle through the cracks of the rocky areas that we occasionally had stumbled upon.

It was the first snow flake that I saw when Kasaran decided to find us a shelter for winter. Located on the western side where the eastern rising sun would welcome us first thing in the morning, the cavern that my lover had found was perfect. It wasn't too big nor was it too small. It was just vacant enough in size for both of us to squeeze in while leaving some room for rations of animal hides and such. The fire that we made was more than enough to keep the cold away from our sweating flesh, as we constantly had sex with each other.

There were times I asked myself if having sex all the time with my love would be too much and too... deceptive. After all, you didn't need to have bodily contact with your partner to show that you loved them. Still, Kasaran would always, somehow, read my mind, and remind me that we did it because we trusted each other, because we understood each other, because we had gone through so much together over the last four months in the wild. Every time I heard his words in that deep voice of his, my mind would be painted over by a coat of poise, just because I knew he wasn't suspecting that all of our actions thus far were fake. After all, the connotation of utter trickery was visible due to the amount of times that I asked him to f*** me every single day during the snowstorm weeks.

I wouldn't call myself smutty, dirty or anything even close to that, as I hungrily swallowed Kasaran's seeds. Not because the creamy cum was tasty (although I had to admit, it was a unique taste), but because I wanted to show him that I would do anything for him. I was pretty submissive to him all the time, as long as my hidden self did not crawl out from its confinements. Luckily, we hadn't met any other shadow dragons for a while. And even if we did, we would first run and then hide. I had already promised Kasaran that I would not use my Nemca anymore, regardless of the situation.

Kasaran didn't mind these things. He would service me in return by licking up my cum, showing it to me while it was dripping slowly onto his chest, before he gently let it trickled down into the back of his throat. I would never understand why his cock was so fascinating to me, despite how many times I had already seen it in its awesome glory. The long, reddish shaft with a pointy tip, covering with shiny, slippery pre cum, had always gotten me excited without reason. I would always hold his throbbing, searing dick in my hands as I licked and sucked on it for minutes at a time. I just loved how he groaned and begged me to let him ejaculate and I wouldn't comply. We would try different positions while anal f*** each other. We would kiss and slide our tongues against one another for long minutes without breaking off. The cave would always be steamy and had the aroma of sweaty dragon hormones, where our bodies would be sticky and covered with our own fluids of different kinds as we rolled around in absolute delight. The scene itself, whenever I thought back, was always erotic to me.

When the weather became nice again, Kasaran would leave me in our little shelter while heading out to hunt for food. How he was able to catch anything was beyond my imagination, because I'd thought most animals would be hiding from the thick layers of snow outside. But every time he returned, it would be either a snow rabbit, or a deer, or a wild boar. Of course, there were times where Kasaran would have tough luck searching for preys. And after several hours, he would return empty handed. Still, I never blamed him for it. Having him around me was the best feeling ever, emotionally and physically. Ah, the times that we snuggled against each other as we slept were the memories that I could not, and would not, forget. Kasaran was larger than me in physique. He would wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly against his chest. The flesh against my face would be hot and smooth. I would fall asleep instantly under the embrace of my lover. With my tail twirling against his and both of our legs intertwined together, it was cozy to say the least. And who could forget the massive wings of Kasaran's that enveloped both of us together? It was security and safety all mingled into one.

The wintry months were long and arduous. In fact, they were so persistent in lingering around the region where we lived that most of the days I just gazed outside of our entrance; I saw nothing but snow and more snow. The rocky platform that extended itself outward nicely so that Kasaran could land on it and walk inside had already accumulated a few meters of those icy, fluffy white powders. Many times I had to dump them down the steep mountain of ours with my arms and tail. And every time I would be frozen to death due to the merciless temperature of sub-zero weathers. Sky was always covered with dark, gray clouds. Sun had never appeared. With all of these issues that kept on building up, I started to lose my patience. Kasaran had saw how agitated that I had become. Usually he would crack a few jokes to lighten me up, but I could see that the stress was getting to him as well. It had become harder and harder to go out and hunt for food, as the storms kept on coming in one after another. Ever saw the ocean waves during hurricane seasons? How those gigantic arcs of water slamming against the reef towers below was pretty much the way that the storms appeared. Silence for a few hours and then the hurricane-like gusts started to shear the barren cliff walls lining up beside our cave.

Last two weeks of the violent winter were the worst of our experiences in the wilderness. Food was gone with a few piles of bony remains of our meals, and Kasaran was unable to fly out to get more fresh meat. Every time he tried, he nearly collided against the sharp mountain walls with razor spikes of stony elements jabbing at him teasingly. The air current was too chaotic and unpredictable. Whenever Kasaran stumbled back into our warm little house, his wings would be frozen with a thin sheet of ice distorting his body color and hanging off the tip of his flying appendages. It pained me to see him suffer in any way. It wasn't long before I told him not to head out anymore. It was too risky. The blowing snow had dropped visibility to zero and the trees were snapping as the heavy ice crushed their tender branches. It was mayhem outside.

Hunger and fatigue grew into both of us as we sat side to side with each other's arm draped over one another's shoulders. Our conversations had become less frequent, as we started to run out of things to talk about. The cave felt like a prison since we couldn't head out at all. It felt like a wall of winter snow had blocked the entrance and we would not be able to escape from this tiresome captivity forever. Such mere thoughts were enough to make my temper short and explosive. I tried hard not to direct my rage toward Kasaran, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he would endure my wrath. I just wished that the dark side of myself would not appear, because if it did....

I woke up slowly from tiredness one early morning. I expected the coldness to be rushing in from the outside like a serpent invading a peaceful land with intensified fury. But to my surprise, a blinding single ray of light in complete whiteness slithered into the opening of our cave and landed onto my eyes. Like the dreamy, fuzzy look within the sunrise of a fog-filled forest ground, the whole place was glowing in a soft, contented radiance. Instantly, my eyes opened up wide and despite the fact that I was extremely weak from the severe hunger that both of us had endured for days now, I crawled on all fours to the edge of the shelter. My body was trembling.

Birds were chirping and huge water droplets upon the ragged cliff walls could be seen. The sunlight was reflected from the water vapors that somehow hung in the icy air and displayed a rainbow colored brightness that symbolized the dawn of a new life on the lands that twinkled below. My mouth was opened wide as I gaped at the beautiful sunrise that was presented before my eyes. Winter had finally retreated back into its dormant state.

Kasaran grinned as he crawled to my side and just observed the scenery in front of us. For the first time in three months, we could finally see the shining orb in the sky that had brought life to this world silently.

"We made it...," Kasaran whispered with a dry, cracked voice as he tilted his head and leaned against my skinny shoulder.

I nodded as my tail flicked a few times behind me in sheer excitement. Below the platform, eagles were circling and we both knew that food was stirring down in those dense woodlands. With unison, both of us roared into the firmament, as joy filled our minds and all of our problems were wiped out in a sea of wholesome thrill. We knew that with the closing in of spring, we would continue with our exploration of the strange new world once again.

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"Aon! Where the Hell are you?"

The village of Trifle was a human-based settlement, where only a few hundred people cultivated the rich soil that they grew up from. As children were running around playfully and disrupting the activities of grown-ups, Aon, a young adult of the family of six, remained passive. He knew that the incoming springtime would mean school and more work. Personally, he was tired of it all. He wanted to be alone by himself, as he was fed up with all the constant pestering by younger kids that somehow just wouldn't leave him alone. They thought it was fun to mention that tragic event in front of him. His father was killed due to an accident near the mountain ranges five years ago. The massive mudslide buried his parent under several dozen meters of wet mud and several tones of dirt-covered boulders. Ever since then, he had become secluded, sad, and angry. Angry at what? Angry at the villagers. They didn't help his father at all, he knew. He saw it with his own eyes, as those people just stood around the site and shook their heads without even trying. He was the only person, as a kid, that actually got down there and dug with his own bare hands within the torrential rain.

He once asked his mother why they were so heartless. She would only answer: "Because it was too late to save your father. I'm sorry."

The recollection was like a hammer to his mind. "Bullshit!" Aon finally screamed as he ran out of the main gate while his mother was yelling after him.

Tears rolled down his face while he raced as fast as he could. Screw it all. Everyone was a hypocrite. Everyone in that village was a murderer. His father died, for what? For these bastards that claimed they couldn't survey the mountain sides because it was beyond their abilities. Why did his father have to take on such a dangerous task? Why? As father and son, they were very close to each other. So close, in fact, that they could be friends even. They'd fish by the pond during the temperate afternoons and they'd wrestle around to see who was more powerful. His father had taught him things that no other people could teach in a parental relationship. Things like how to make an accurate bow for an example.

Aon didn't know how long he had run. He was breathless as he leaned against a large rock that rested upon a small hill littered with broken twigs and dirty pebbles. Sliding down onto his knees, he sobbed. He could never forgive his father for leaving him like so. His mother didn't really care about his feeling all that much.

"I have your brothers and sisters to take care of, Aon. I can't always baby you." That woman's only words were as cold as the blade of a rusted sword, which stabbed into his heart ruthlessly and began to twist in a slow and painful way.

The quiet suffering that he had experienced for the last five years was starting to take its toll. Depressed and obviously enraged, he had tried to kill himself. Drowning. Jumping off a cliff (that somehow had a thick forest below which cushioned his death fall rather nicely)... he had done it all. In the end, his mother was sick of his self-destructive ways.

"Get out of our house then if you must act like so!" He could still hear that woman's cry. "If you can't be a man already, then you can never become one!"

"f*** you and this place! I don't need any one of you! You guys don't know how I feel nor do you guys know just how ignorant you all are!"

"Get out! Get out and don't come back then! Go and kill yourself! You think you are the only one that is feeling angry and sad about your father's death? What about your siblings? They are younger than you are and yet they are stronger than you are!"

That fight was the trigger point, really. Last night's screaming and kicking were something that Aon could still remember clearly. Its effects were nasty. His hands were still trembling and his knees were wobbly. Nineteen years old already and he still couldn't be mature enough about this tragic incident? It was ridiculous. Yet, he knew that it was something that had made him changed the perspective about human society - it was flawed and filled with sins. Eyes light yellow with dark brown hair; sometimes people would mistake him with some foreign drifter that had ventured into their private space. Those weird glances and such, it made him felt worse. Humans... civilized? What an insane and utter piece of crap. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to be a human. Instead, he would be a creature that was free of social restrains and public discriminations. A creature that was both amazing and powerful, enough where he wouldn't have to reply on anyone and would be able to live alone in total solitude. A creature like-

And there they were. His grieving was interrupted. His ideas were broken. Aon thought he was dreaming as his watery eyes were blurring the image in front of him. As he wiped away his tears, he saw a large bear was running away from two massive beings. A tornado-like whirlwind could be seen that towered into the heaven when two pairs of monstrous wings flapped with intensity. Shadow overlaid onto Aon's surprised face as he gaped with absolute shock. Tails as thick as tree trunks flickered back and forth, producing strong air pressures that sent several boulders not too far away flying into the woods.

The dragons roared as they continued to chase their prey. The eight hundred pound black bear had its untimely demise, when one of the smaller anthro dragon beings dove downward with incredible agility and dug its claws deep into the back of the frightened animal. A loud boom could be heard and dirt was tossed into the air. With a terrifying squeal, the bear collapsed and a thick stream of blood sprayed high into the clear blue sky. The other grayish dragon that was much bigger than the light blue one that did the killing landed next to its partner. They both rubbed their necks together in fondness for a while before they began their feast.

Aon was scared but he was also astonished by such a dramatic encounter. Yet, regardless if he really admired these stunning legendary creatures, he knew that dragons were very territorial. Who knew what these two dragons would do to him if he were to be caught by them. With this thought fueling his fear, Aon decided to run before the dragons could see him. Just as he was about to turn around and quietly sneak away, he slipped on the pebbles and fell on the ground with a loud grunt. The rocks bounced down the sloppy landscape noisily.

When Aon reopened his eyes while groaning with pain, he looked back and saw the two giant dragons were staring at him with half-torn bloody bear flesh still hanging out of the corners of their mouths.

To be continued....