Dracokin 11 By David Farr This story is intended for adult audiences and contains scenes involving explicit sex. Individuals under the age of consent are asked to stop reading now and delete this file. This story, its characters and locales are copyrighted. Archiving and reposting of this article is allowed only if this document is unchanged and no fee is charged. Comments and criticisms are welcomed. If you are disturbed by the content, please don't complain, just don't read. All parts of this story and all my other works can be located through my webpage at: http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/ Author's Note: I know, I usually do these at the end, but this is important. From this point on, the Wanderers story will be taking place within Dracokin. If you don't know who Sama, Tano, Cherat, Loali or Rai are, then I suggest you go read Wanderers. ***Sama The attack came only moments after the fog. I watched as the unnatural cloak rolled off the hills and across the city outside our cell. The muffled sounds of battle reached my sharp ears after only a matter of seconds. I turned to Cherat. She had clothed herself and Tano in the torn remnants of a sheet. They weren't modest outfits, but at least they covered their nudity. "Come, it is time!" My words spurned my companions into action. Loali the Tren moved to the door, grinned and extruded one of her claws. I'd never seen anyone pick a lock that way before, but apparently she was quite the adept. As Loali worked and Cherat looked after the scared Tano, I glanced at the last member of our band. Rai had made me think of a kitten when I first saw her aboard Cherat's ship. Even now she reminded me of one, as she shimmied her way up one of the curtains. Reaching the hidden balcony the little girl slipped behind her curtains, then returned moments later and started back down. Obviously the door up there was locked. "There," Loali stepped away as the lock clunked open. She started sucking her finger. "They really should oil these things more!" I grinned at her, and lead the way beyond. Only three of us had been to our detination, and Tano hadn't been paying much attention. It was lucky that I had sensed the cool pine-scented breeze when I was the guest of the King's lusts. It told me that somewhere in that room was a passageway that led directly out of the castle and into the mountains. Thus we headed for that in the confusion. As we crept through the hallways we heard the clashing of weapons. Whoever or whatever had attacked the castle had an overwhelming advantage to have made it within in the castle walls so quickly and easily. Obviously our treatment under the kings hands was but a symptom of a greater problem. Still, I did not wish to experience the mercies of whoever was usurping his position. We had to escape. During my training my instructors had always stressed that thinking was a luxury not welcomed on a battlefield, and that proved right. While I was considering the attack, I stepped around a corner and came face to face with one of the furless guards. In his hands he gripped a crossbow, but it currently wasn't held ready. Instincts taking over I leapt forward, my claws flashing out. The man didn't scream, only gurgled as he collapsed. No, the scream came from behind me, a sound of surprise and pain. Immediately I noticed the now empty crossbow. Spinning I found Loali collapsed on the ground, clutching at the quarrel embedded in her leg as red soaked the material of her trousers. Cherat was already at her side, staring helplessly. "Loali..." I knelt beside her and examined the wound. "I'm sorry." "DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" Loali screamed. "Pull it out will you!" Cherat winced, but reached for the missile. I stopped her by gripping her wrist. "If we do you will quickly bleed to death. And its unlikely you'll ever walk on it again." "We can't just leave her!" Our wolf captain had leapt to the obvious conclusion and immediately rejected it. Rai and Tano joined us, looking over Loali's body at us. Both looked worried. Loali grabbed Cherat by the ear, dragging her close. "Yes you can. Those two should be your priority, not me." She released the captain and grinned bravely at the two smaller members of our party. "You lot hurry, I'll limp along behind you." I stood and went to the dead guard, retrieving his weapon and ammo. "Loali, do you think you can use this?" She gazed at the crossbow speculatively. "Maybe, give it and we'll find out." I knelt close as I handed it to her and whispered in her ear. "Don't forget to save one for yourself." As we hurried away from our wounded comrade I heard Cherat urge Tano on. The young one had stopped to look back. ***Scartolo "WHAT DO YOU MEAN ESCAPED?!" I had gone to great lengths to find these intruders to our reality. There had been no sign of our eastern brethren, so I had taken human form, a seductive female of course, and joined with the army that had attacked the castle in which they were held. It was my magic, supplied as part of a deal to get my quarry, that had allowed the army to enter the fortress as quickly as my fog had rolled across it. And now I discovered that these creatures had slipped through my claws. "Not all of them, Lady Scarlet!" the guard stammered. My rage was nothing to stand bravely before, many of my toys had discovered that. "We found one, she was shot and left behind during their escape." Not all had gone badly them. Five anthropomorphic beast women, this was a strange tale, and one I had been asked to investigate thoroughly. "Bring her to me!" "B-but her wounds. She has lost both lots of blood and consciousness." "I care not!" I snapped. "Bring her!" ***Loali I had blacked out before I'd been given the chance to kill myself, I knew that much. What I didn't know was why my leg no longer hurt. And why I was hanging spread eagle. Groaning I opened my eyes. The first sight that greeted me was a view of my own body, the clothing I had worn before hanging in shreds across my frame. I must admit that I've always had an alluring body, but seeing myself naked like that is not what I want, especially after collapsing in a place like this castle. "Ah, at last, you're awake." I raised my head to look at the speaker, another of the furless ones, but a woman this time. She was wearing a shear red dress that I wouldn't wear unless I was on prowl. And something about her was making me feel so hot. I don't know if it was the way the dress cascaded off her breasts, or the way she sauntered as she walked across the floor, but I wanted to get in her panties. "You are a pretty thing. I'm sure I'll enjoy you, a lot!" I noticed something as she approached. Her eyes were the same red colour as her hair and dress, and they were EVIL! I felt like nothing in that gaze, and suddenly I wasn't as aroused. Her hand rested on my breast, the blood red nails striking a contrast to my fur. "Where are the others?" she demanded. I should have guessed. "I'll never tell you!" Pain exploded in my breast, and I screamed. I'd never felt anything like it, a burning pain that stabbed from her fingertips and cut through me. It's passing left me gasping. Her other hand came to rest on my breast. "I don't have time to play! Where are the others?" I glared at her, not saying anything, until the pain returned. It was so much worse this time. Both my breasts were burning, seared all the way through by whatever she was using. The pain was mind-blowing when it started, and only got worse. Fires consumed my mind, alongside an image of her predatory grin. "Where are the others?" I didn't even realise the pain was gone until she spoke again. The pain was too much I couldn't face it again. "I really don't know," I gasped. "Sama found a secret passage in the King's bedchambers. She didn't know where it went, but was sure it was somewhere outside the city. That's all I know, honest." She leant forward. "I believe you." Her hands slipped down my body, stroking my fur and then slipped between my outstretched legs. "Here's your reward!" A wave of the purest pleasure rolled through me, more powerful than anything I had ever felt. It was like nothing I had felt before, that paradise I had been searching for with all my conquests. Only now I was the conquest. "You'll help me find them," she smiled, "won't you?" I looked up into her face. It was easy to tell that she wouldn't care which way I answered. ***Graycin I awoke after mating with Cryl feeling very different. In the child races I had found pleasure, but in those moments with her, pleasure exploding through me, and my seed filling her, I knew true satisfaction. I stood, stretching my wings to their full length. My body felt stronger than ever, and I knew that some of that came from the sharing of our essences. Cryl still hung from the crystal I had embedded her in. Her head lay loosely back, her eyes closed, body limp. Crystal held her arms legs and even her tail. She was a total prisoner, incapable of moving anything other than her head. "Awaken, my love slave," I reached out, and stroked her chin. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up with absolute adoration and love shining in her eyes. "Master," she gasped. "Command me." The words themselves seemed to send a tremor of pleasure through her body. I nodded. "Not now. You must meet your fellow slaves." She was my mate, but more than anything she now desired to be my slave. We had both known this would come, and that afterwards I would know just how she wanted to be treated. Forevermore Cryl's body and powers were mine to command, and with some force I could include her mind in that. I knew somehow that idea had never scared her. ***Adara I knelt next to the cot and quietly murmured the words of the spell over and over. It was a forbidden spell, the type you learnt in order not to use. A soft glow seeped out of my hands and into the skin of the man before me. In truth I didn't know what drove me on; I could pretend that it was the fact that his death would certainly see me accused of treason and probably put to death at the hands of the lords of the land, but that would simply be an excuse. Lord Sebastan, once general of the King's armies and now the heir apparent, lay naked before me. I'd spent much time using what little healing magic I knew to repair his body, leaving him lying in his coma smooth skinned and untouched by the scars of battle. Now I was using the forbidden spell to transfer my own life essence into him to sustain and awaken him. A slight murmur from him showed that my efforts had not been in vain and I ended my chant. His eyes fluttered open and for a few moments he gazed up at the tent roof. "I feel like I was burnt by the fires of hell," he whispered. The sound of his voice filled my heart with relief and pleasure. "It was a close thing," I replied, meaning it. I had not always been sure of my methods during the days I'd spent working on him. He turned his head and gazed directly at me, confusion appearing in his eyes. "Adara?" I nodded in reply. "You're... young." "Darsolo, that dracokin, he decided to play with me, before you almost chopped off his wing," I smiled. "That was his downfall, if he hadn't, neither of us would be here." I moved forward and rest my hand on his arm. "Thank you for saving me." His eyes closed slightly, showing just how tired he really was. "I get the feeling you returned the favour. What was that I heard you saying moments ago?" "A spell," I replied, pausing to decide if I should tell him the truth. "It allowed me to bolster your life with my own." He lay still for a moment. "You mean, sacrifice yours for mine." I sighed, so he was versed in magic theory. "Yes, but a few years at the end of my life seemed little in comparison to the life of a king." His eyes opened and locked with mine. "That's not why you did it, is it?" I found myself at a loss for words, just stuck staring at him. Time passed, I don't know how much, but the silence was broken by someone clearing their throat at the door. I quickly pulled my hand from Sebastan's arm and he raised his head. "Lady Adara." It was the young guard who had carried my back to my tent so often. "The lords sent me to fetch you. They wish to know his highness's condition." I nodded. "I will be right along. I'm sure they will be overjoyed at my good news." Sebastan start to struggle to get up. "Don't," I said in my best commanding voice. "You are still very weak. Rest here, I'll talk to the Lords." "Be careful Adara," he warned, "they can be very savage." The guard chuckled. "No need to worry about that sir. Most of them can't even meet the gaze of the woman who tried to save our King while they cowered." ***Sharna We all sat in the treasure chamber, as we had often in the three days since our master vanished. And when I say all, I mean all. Melaine had emerged often from the library, bringing with her whatever book she was studying. As we waited together she spent her time reading and exercising, at the same time. It was distracting watching her bending and twisting in the loose robes she favoured. The red material fluttered all over the place, and her breasts swayed and bobbed, somehow failing to pop out into view. Ce'lane paced. A pacing person seems to naturally draw the eyes of everyone in the room, and I kept catching myself watching as her golden cascade of hair swept back and forth across the blue silken dress she wore. Thankfully Heri still had more modesty. To my mind the dwarf was the least sexual of us, but I had no doubt that Graycin did not share that view. She sat on one of the piles of gold, legs pulled up to cover her. She kept herself as good looking as possible, probably not wishing to face Graycin's anger again. Illonna had been worrying almost constantly since Melaine had broken the news. She hadn't been sleeping or eating well, strange for a halfling. I was glad the master had let her dress, after all she was overweight and watching her move naked was not always pleasant to my eye. Her outfit was a more serious version of Deala's huntsman kit. It was also assembled from rags, although she wouldn't say why. Deala and I had spent the time comforting each other as only a pair of sisters turned lovers could. We had played with each other, mindful that we weren't allowed to cum without the master's permission. Whenever we waited with the others we waited with the others we seperated, and enjoyed the floor show Ce'Lane put on. Obviously Illonna was the first to spot them. Her cry of: "Master!" followed by a scramble down a slop of gold coins, alerted the rest of us and we rose to assemble before them. The master, seeming more powerful, his scales shining a brighter green than before, and the female dracokin, her milky scales shimmering. I noticed immediately that her posture was that of deference. Her wings hung limply behind her, not curled about her as a cloak like Graycin did. A slump of in her shoulders mirrored this and she matched his pace only a few steps behind him. "Ah, my treasures." Graycin grinned, it was one of his happy, not cruel expressions. "I'm glad you are gathered together, saves me the effort. I would like to introduce to you my mate Cryl." I heard gasps from some of the others, but it was Illonna who asked the important question. "D-do we have to o-obey her?" Graycin clicked his tongue and shook his head, but it was was Cryl who answered. "I am in no way your superior. This is how he wished it." Ce'Lane let out a sigh of relief, prehaps a little loud because it gained Graycin's attention. "Ce'Lane, Heri, I think I'll give you two the opportunity to show me how well you get along now. Be ready later." He turned, leaving us seven females behind. -----