Dracokin 7
by David Farr

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***Graycin

	The morning was quiet. Mist hung in the air, concealing the landscape. It
was a peace that belied a mighty wrong.

	I had felt it during the night. Something had changed in the fair world my
people had created. For a brief instant the universe itself had screamed
silently in pain, a scream echoed by a second.

	The cosmos was a single object. Supposedly unique, containing all
existence. Which meant that the meeting of universes caused... problems.
Such a meeting had occurred, and that would bring about the next age, given
time.

	"Master."

	I turned to find Melaine standing in entrance to the lair. She was naked,
her large breasts hanging free nipples stiff in the cold air. I raised an
eyebrow at her.

	"Master, today's the day of my test."

	I nodded. "Eager to get it over with, hmm?"

	"I was just..."

	I waved a hand to silence her, then stalked past her back into the cave.
"First question. How do you feel?"

	Behind me I heard Melaine stop suddenly, then hurry to catch up. "Master? I
don't understand?"

	"At least you're willing to admit it. I want you to tell me what you're
feeling."

	"Tense, nervous... ah, a little apprehensive," she replied, sounding like
it.

	"Beyond that. Relax and feel."

	Melaine paused for a while. "Out of place," she hazarded.

	I was intrigued. "You are out of place."

	"That's not what I mean. It's like you walk into a room and think
something's out of place, but can't put your finger on it."

	"What is out of place?"

	"I'm... I can't tell. I think something's different, but not obviously."

	I chuckled. "You're just repeating the same thing in a different way. Try
this instead; what isn't different."

	"Ah... you're the same, I think, and it's not something to do with me. The
others are still sleeping peacefully. Um, the caves are the same."

	"So it is not me, nor you, nor the people around you, nor what you can see.
What remains?"

	"The Magic!" she cried.

	"There's no such thing," I replied.

	"The world feels different. What's causing that?"

	A good question, and one I couldn't answer. Still Melaine had surprised me.
The question had just been me acting surly, but that she'd been able to
answer it, admittedly with some prodding.

	We arrived at the treasure chamber, her walking along behind me still. I
headed for the seat and bed I'd created almost a week before to watch Sharna
and Deala make love.

	I settled into the large chair and looked at her. She was indeed nervous,
shifting from one foot to another and she stood before me.

	"Come her, sit on my lap."

	My busty slave girl hurried over and slid into position. Her legs hung over
the edge of my, her feet not reaching the ground. With one hand I cupped her
breast.

	"Who were the Ithkarians?" I asked, speaking in dracoian.

***Melaine

	My breasts hurt - a lot. Every time I made a mistake in my test Graycin had
twisted my nipples painfully, given me a slap or punished my globes
similarly. The rest of the time he distracted me by gently massaging them.

	I answered his last question and gazed up at him hopefully.

	"Well done," he rumbled, his clawed hand falling away from my breasts.

	I felt my jaw drop open. "Wha?"

	"You have truly surprised me Melaine. I didn't expect a human to learn our
language so quickly or to study so hard. You have proven yourself worthy."

	"Worthy? Of learning magic?" I really couldn't believe it. The heat and
pain in my breasts was testament to my failures. I thought he'd use them as
an excuse to keep from teaching me, instead...

	"Your lessons will begin... Yes?" he lifted his head and looked past me.
Turning I found a small gold sphere hovering in air before us.

	"Graycin, drop whatever your doing and head over to the place of meeting.
I'm calling an emergency council." The sphere's voice was rich and filled
with urgency.

	"I'll be there at once." Graycin looked back down at me as the sphere
vanished. "You'll find a book on the study table. Its a ninth century
treatise on magic, human of course. I want you to read it and be able to
describe to me one logical fallacy by the time I return."

	I blinked. He was letting me read a book on magic? It had only been a week
and I was studying already! Yes!

	"MOVE!" he roared, making me jump.

	"Sorry master," I whimpered, sliding off his lap. "Thank you master." I
backed away hurriedly and almost ran to the library. A single massive tome
lay on the study table. I hoped that he would be away for a long time.

***Adara

	I stood gazing at my naked body in the mirror. The aging herbs had done a
wonderful job on my face and hands, while leaving the rest of my form
youthful. It had been a necessity, the humans were going to be less
suspicious of an old woman who stayed old than a maid who retained her youth
throughout their lives.

	In a way it was vanity that kept me from using the herbs on the rest of my
body. My deception had eliminated any chance of a lover, who'd want to jump
into bed with a senior citizen? Still, the ability to become young just by
stripping off my clothes was... well vain, but everyone needs a flaw.

	I sighed deeply. That was a pipe dream. My age was what everyone perceived,
and I always dressed so that my youth was hidden. Even my two children had
not known.

	"Lady Adara, I--"

	I spun, my hands flying to hide my nudity, and found General Sebastian
standing at the flaps of my tent. He was staring straight at me.

	"Can't you knock?!" I exclaimed.

	"Adara, what--?"

	"Would you mind?! I'd like to get dressed!"

	Sebastian backed out of the tent, not taking his eyes off me. That was all
I needed, my secret revealed. Half the King's advisors distrusted me
already, this would put the final nail in my coffin, and probably the King's
at the same time. Quickly I pulled on my clothes, automatically checking
myself in then mirror to make sure none of my youthful skin showed.

	"You can come in now General."

	The young man once more pushed his way into my tent. He levelled a stony
gaze on me. "Want to explain what I just saw?"

	I smirked. "What, you've never seen a naked woman before?"

	"Of course I have, but most of them didn't have the face of an sixty year
old and the body of a teenager."

	"Really, how strange."

	"Stop playing with me Adara," he snapped. "If word of this gets out someone
will restrict your access to the King and that could kill him!"

	I shrugged. "I aged my hands and face to keep anyone at Dragon's Way from
realising I wasn't aging. Humans don't pay attention to the age of the old."

	"And you just failed to mention this."

	"What was I supposed to say, 'I'm not as old as I look'?"

	Sebastian groaned and held his hand to his forehead. "Well, its a secret
that's going to have to keep. Just be more careful in the future, I'll set a
guard outside to keep people from barging in unannounced."

	I nodded. "Thank you. What had you barging in here?"

	"I was wondering if you wanted to join the King and I for lunch."

	I smiled. "I would enjoy that."

***Graycin

	Our place of meeting had once housed hundreds of our people. Large rocky
tiers on which they would perch circled a single arena. The centre piece of
the chamber was a glowing outcrop. The crystals had been magically empowered
during the first age. Any Dracokin could activate them, and with a thought
display any image they desired.

	Three of the other Dracokin had arrived before me. Golri was there, of
course. He was the largest and physically most powerful of all of us, his
scales gleaming gold in the white light of the crystals. Of all of us Golri
was the only one everyone trusted. He never broke his word or betrayed a
confidence.

	Next to Golri stood his mate Osiri, the last of the silver scaled Dracokin.
As I approached she acknowledged my presence with a simple nod of her head.
Osiri respected her mate's honour but unlike Golri she wouldn't let it get
in the way of what she considered important.

	The final member of the assemblage was perhaps the most despicable of those
that Golri had called together. Scatolo was what the humans called a Red
Dracokin. For raw magic power she was the greatest but had little
imagination in its usage, except when it came to inflicting pain.

	"Hello Graycin, how are the pets?" Scatolo inquired.

	"They are as they are," I replied, "an interesting, but incomplete 
collection of the child races."

	"We'll just have to find you the rest of the set hmm?"

	"I don't think I want any of your hand-me downs."

	"While this exchange is probably most interesting to the two of you, I find
it distressing. Could we change the topic?" Osiri inquired.

	I cocked an eyebrow. "Showing a care for the children?"

	"Hardly, the innuendo is getting sickening."

	The clacking of claws announced the arrival of another of our number. Those
of us clustered around the crystals turned to find our bronze bother Takkuda
walking towards us. He carried in one arm a massive tome, in which he
scribble notes with a ink covered claw. Takkuda was always working on some
mathematical problem, typically something obscure even to us.

	He glanced up and around. "Where are the other two?" he asked grumpily.
"This meeting is already taking to much time."

	"The impatient one arrives," Scatolo commented sourly.

	"I am not impatient, I am busy!"

	"Calm down. We have millennia."

	"Unlike you I have to work for my data!"

	Scatolo smirked. "Oh, I work."

	"You play," he snapped. "You're almost as bad as him." Takkuda waved his
inked claw at me.

	"I find that offensive," I commented. "Scatolo and I are dealing with
subjects that can react differently every time for no reason."

	"Gentlemen, ladies, please, no fighting." Lillion, the white Dracokin,
swept into the council chamber. "We are here to discuss what could be a
crisis, not start our own."

	"Hmphf, about time you showed."

	"I'm sorry Takkuda, but I was investigating a mutation in the creatures of
the ice plans when Golri called. It was a very long flight."

	"Well, okay. Where's Cryl?"

	"Why Takkuda honey, I'm right here."

	We all turned to find the final member of our council lying atop one of the
tiers not far from us. Her ability to remain invisible was limited, however
if she didn't move, none of the rest of us could find her. It was appropiate that 
her body was clothed in glittering scales of pure diamond.

	Golri stood. "Fine, now we're all here, we can begin. I gather you all
sensed it last night."

	We all murmured or nodded our agreement.

	"Good. Takkuda could you explain."

	The bronze Dracokin closed his book and shuffled forward to the crystal.
"At approximately three twenty five and thirty four seconds, for a period of
sixty six seconds, our universe intersected with a subdimension of another
universe. During that time five objects of unknown composition were
transferred into our world."

	"Wait a  minute," Osiri interrupted, "subdimension? Were talking about a
lower plane of existence here. Nothing that exists in those can survive at
our level."

	"Hmm, yes, quite right," Takkuda replied. "However all five objects
continue to exist in this world even now, so obviously we have a group
capable of moving between the subdimensions."

	"Sentient then," I commented.

	"In all likelihood, yes."

	"Where are they?"

	"Unfortunately that's where we have a problem, they landed on the opposite
side of the planet." He waved his hand and brought up a rotating globe of the world. 
A small patch covered a section of the eastern continent. "Somewhere in
there."

	Scatolo snorted. "That's the best you can do, there's got to be a few
thousand square kilometres in there."

	"I barely had time to collect this information."

	"We will have to deal with our eastern brethren," I pointed out. "Golri,
will you see to that?"

	"As you wish Graycin. The question is, do we grab these invaders now?"

	"It would be wise," Cryl pointed out.

	I shook my head. "No, just observe them I think. They may be the event
we've been waiting for."

	"I'll consult the oracle." Osiri volunteered. "Hopefully it'll be able to
shed some light for once."

	"Maybe we should try con--" A small avalanche of stones falling from one of
the upper tiers cut Lillion off. We spun to face the source of the sound.
Golri and Scatolo were first off the mark, jumping into the air to sail
upwards. Next Cryl vanished and headed up on foot. Osiri, Lillion and I
headed towards the entrance, leaving Takkuda standing in the centre.

	"Take that you flying lizards!" a gruff female voice cried. Moments later
the sound of shattering metal filled the cavern.

	"I have our intruder," Golri called from above.

	"And I have the accomplice!" Cryl added from elsewhere.

	"Fan out there may be more." Osiri called out.

	A quick search located no others in the cavern and we seven once more
gathered around the crystal. Golri tossed a small figure wearing thick chain
mail and a helm towards the crystal outcropping. Moments later Cryl threw
her own small captive on the other.

	"A dwarf and a halfling," Scatolo commented staring down at them. "And both
female."

	The halfling whimpered and pulled away from us as her slightly larger
friend climbed to her feet.

	"I'm not afraid of you!" the dwarven girl announced, shaking her fist at
us.

	Scatolo leaned forward and grasped the mail shirt. The dwarf girl epped as
she was hoisted off her feet. "Who gave you the ability to hide from us?!"
Smoke escaped from the red dracokin's nostrils.

	"The black," cried the halfling. "He told us too. Don't hurt us."

	Scatolo let the dwarf you crash to the floor. "Darsolo, we should have
guessed."

	Takkuda looked down at the two. "What do we do with them?"

	Scatolo shrugged and turned away. "Kill them."

	The dwarf jumped to her feet. "You can't do this to us! I'm Heri
Founderson, daughter of the chief of the Southern Mountain clan and she's
Illonna daughter of the Mayor of Northbridge County."

	"I am so scared."

	"She is right though," Lillion pointed out. "We can't just kill them. No
doubt Darsolo threatened to kill them if they refused."

	Scatolo turned "Then maybe Graycin or I should keep them."

	"Graycin I think, no offence."

	I looked down at my two new "acquisitions". "It would complete my
collection."

	Golri clapped his hands together. "That's it then. Does anyone have
anything else to say."

	"HEY!" Heri cried, trying too gain our attention. The rest of us remained
silent.

	"Good. We met again in two weeks."

	My brothers and sisters all headed off, leaving me with the two prisoners.
I turned to them, to find the dwarf starting to sneak off. A thought caused
one of my leashes to appear around her neck and I yanked on it, pulling her
off balance.

	"Idiot, if you leave my care you're dead!"

	"Are you going to kill me?"

	"I won't have to, the others will!" This dwarf, who I had just saved from a
certain death after a few weeks (if she was lucky) of agonising pain, was
starting to piss me off. With a thought I created a leather harness around
her body. She gasped as the harness started pulling her, folding her into a
tight ball.

	"Let me go! You can't do this to me!"

	I rolled my eyes and refrained from making the obvious comment, instead
using my magic to create a ball gag in her mouth, silencing her. The
halfling, Illonna, shrank back from my gaze as I turned to her.

	"Same position, next to her," I said.

	The halfling nodded and scampered over to her friend and curled on the
ground. A simple thought caused a leather harness to appear around her.
Unlike the her dwarven friend I thought it was unnecessary to gag her.

	I grabbed the two packaged girls and strode towards the entrance. Two more
slaves to break in, just great.

***Sharna

	Deala, Ce'Lane and I were investigating Graycin's treasure pile when he
came back. There's some interesting stuff there, some of it really old. Of
course we later found out that the dracokin and dragons had made sure that
no piece of art work or artifact had been destroyed in over ten thousand
years, and now the thirteen remaining dracokin collectively held that large
collection.

	Anyway, there the three of us were, looking at the fascinating stuff we'd
found, when Graycin returned carrying a pair of very interesting packages.
We all carefully put down what we were doing, then skidded down the piles of
gold to Graycin. As I approached I could see that he was in fact holding a
two bound people. They seemed to be rather small, but at the time I passed
it off as how they were bound.

	"Adding more slaves to your horde master?" I asked, smiling.

	Graycin snorted. "These fell into it. The idiots tried to listen in on our
meeting." His tone was gruffer than usual, and I immediately tensed. An
angry dracokin was not something I wanted to see.

	Ce'Lane stiffened. "That was foolish of them master, I'm surprised that
they still live."

	"A couple of our number can't stand the thought of killing. So they either
had to come with me, or suffer a much worse fate."

	Deala smiled. "Living with you is hardly a bad life."

	Graycin seemed to soften at Deala's lighthearted comment. "Thank you for
saying that." He put the two on the ground and took a step back. Moments
later the two harnesses vanished, freeing the two new girls.

	One of the pair didn't move, she just remained curled up. The other
immediately unfolded herself, standing and stretching. I was surprised to
see a rather pretty dwarven maiden in a ring mail coat.

	The dwarf stared at the three of us. "Well, I'm not surprised you have an
Elven slut already."

	Ce'Lane hesitated only a moment before she replied to the insult, but a
moment was all Graycin needed. The dwarf was jerked off her feet. Graycin
held her by a collar about her neck. With a single large swipe her tore both
metal and fabric from her body, leaving her naked. As the remains of her
clothes fell to the ground, he grabbed the helmet off her head, revealing a
cascade of blonde hair, and crushed the helm in one hand.

	"She may be an Elven slut, but she has shown her worth, something you have
not!" I hadn't wanted to see an angry dracokin, but I got a good show
now.

	The dwarf, suspended only by her collar, gazed fearfully into Graycin's
face. Suddenly her arms jerked around behind her back and another leather
harness appeared around her. It melded into the collar, a strap made its way
down her body and tightly between her legs to fasten to a very tight belt
around her waist. The waist belt also attached to the strap in front and a
pair of loops wound around her comparatively large breasts, squeezing them
tight. Finally a pair of wrist cuffs trapped her arms behind her, hanging
from a strap down her back.

***Heri

	I had only  meant the comment in jest, and now I found myself bound in
leather, hanging from the dracokin's claws. The bindings were painfully
tight, especially around my breasts. Plus the harness had two dildos
attached to it, one shoved into my pussy, the other was buried deep in my
ass, and both were uncomfortably big for me.

	My new harness complete, I was dropped to the ground. I landed, gasping and
shaking in fear.

	As I lay there he turned to the three girls standing not far away. "Strip
the halfling and take the two and clean them up. You can remove the harness
to wash her, but when your finished I want her bound and gagged on the bed.
Oh, and the three of you find some clothes, I want you and Melaine dressed
from now on.

	I looked up to see the two humans and elf brighten. Illonna still hadn't
moved, and my own predicament was not good. I wondered just what I'd gotten
us into this time.