Journeys of Cyrus 6

"So, you have no money at all?" Nuri asked, raising a brow. 

"Yeah" Bear said "I made a little money in the last town I was in doing some labor. But I did spend it all on various people and creatures of the night." He explained without a hint of shame. "Dude, there was this kobold trio that was just mind blowing."

Cyrus let out a hearty chuckle "My friend, we will get along great. But we are nearing the last town we will see for some time. The next leg of the journey will be us and the wilds. So we should unwind tonight and head out in the morning. Any ideas, my kobold-loving friend?"

Bear walked through the small village. This settlement was no stranger to traveling adventuring parties, but this group turned a few heads. Each member was already significantly taller than an average human. Bear was the tallest, his thick muscular body covered in brown fur. His eyes were almost completely blocked by overgrown head hair. He wore only a simple loincloth that only blocked his manhood from the front. The two dragons also stood out. Cyrus with his massive jeweled blade stopped to his back, shining gauntlets and greaves, and transparent loincloth almost commanded people to see him. Said loincloth did nothing to hide his dragonic dick and balls, both so massive they almost went to his knees. Nuri was even less modestly dressed, only having on a loincloth similar to her master, with a warhammer at her back. Yet still, the bouncing of her bare breasts and sizable ass drew many eyes.

The town itself served mostly as a rest station for traveling merchants, having a decent supply of entertainment and restocking options for those making their way through. Bear pointed a finger at a tavern. A sign hung in front of it reading "The adjective animal".

"What a generic name." Nuri said, not quite believing  that's what they went with.

"Names aside, a bar is a good place for drink and lose people." The bugbear stated happily.

"I'll cover your bill tonight. Consider it a welcoming gift." The black dragon said, clapping his furry friend on the back.

"You could aim lower next time." Bear said with a smile.

The trio settled into the tavern. It was sizable and well occupied. Bear quickly found himself a cute human woman and tried to use all the charm he was blessed with. "Hey girl" He said, resting a massive arm on the table she was at "ever fuck a bugbear?" She leaned back in revulsion "I have a husband." Bear didn't miss a beat "Invite him too, the more the merrier!"

She picked up her glass and splashed the contents  in the bugbears face before storming off. Bear licked his lips before turning to a tavern keeper "a glass of what she splashed me with." he asked happily, knowing there are plenty more fish in the sea.

The red dragon was about to dig into a squash she ordered when she felt someone grab hold of her breast. Before the mystery hand could dig their fingers into her she shot her hand behind her and grabbed at their crotch. She was able to determine the hand belonged to a man. 

"I know drunks like you see me naked and think I am asking to get groped. So I'll make you an offer. You can grope me as long as i can grope you too." She said, clearly having done this before. she gave the mystery man a sharp squeeze, causing him to jerk his hand on her breast in shock. "You must really like me, you've held on longer than most." She said before giving him a sharp twist. This rewarded her with a yelp in her ear before she felt him let go. She heard him then fall on the ground as she let him go, returning her attention to the fruit she actually cared about.

Cyrus was sitting in front of a roaring chimney fire, surrounded by other travelers. Each was going round, trying to top the others stories of their adventures. Cyrus finished a story about the time he did battle against a murder of griffins. "So I had buried myself in the dirt as best I could to hide from the beasts. I didn't realize that my dick wasnt fully covered and I guess they thought it was a really huge worm. I knew I was in trouble when-"

"Bah!" a disgruntled female voice cried out. "You dragons are all talk. What's a wee lizard like you doing out here anyway?" Cyrus turned his head to see who had interrupted his tale. He couldn't see anyone who spoke out. He did, however, hear what sounded like gentle clapping. Looking towards that he found a female dwarf. She was totally nude, only adorned in elaborate blue body paint, with many complex symbols and patterns on her body. She stood only about four feet high, with bright ginger hair in a large braid hung over her shoulders. What really caught the dragon's attention was the size of her bust, each breast being larger than her head. When the woman briefly turned sideways to move past someone Cyrus felt a twitch in his loins when he saw that her fat round ass was twice the size of her bust. He realized that that was the source of the clapping he heard, her ass moving together with each step she took to the dragon. 

Cyrus stumbled with his words at the sight of those beautiful fleshy mounds. He shook his head and tried to compose himself. "I seek to acquire the Thundersoul. My student and Bear the bugbear will also quest to find it."

The dwarf waved a hand dismissively "doomed quest, you'll never make it, cave of the Thundersoul is too dangerous."

Cyrus chuckled, "Are you trying to warn me or just talk down to me?" 

Making her way to an empty table she sat down "a little of both I suppose. A behemoth like you would be cut to shreds by the first trap in the cavern."

"And I'm guessing you can help my party get through it?" Cyrus said with a sneer, getting tired of the smaller creature's attitude. He joined the dwarf at her table

"I, Gilmila, seek a glorious death, not playing nursemaid to a gecko. All dragons are clumsy oaths."

Cyrus let out a low growl.

A few people gathered to see the exchange, many hoping for a brawl to break out. Bear and Nuri joined in the gawking. Scratching his chin the bugbear asked. "I'm not complaining but why is the little babe painted up and naked?"

The red dragon thought for a moment. "I believe she is a Destroyer. A dwarf who has committed some great crime or shame and seeks redemption through death while fighting a great evil. They usually go bare chested and painted up. I'm guessing she took it a step further. Good bush on her."

The barbs sent between Cyrus and the dwarf grew more fierce, Nuri actually worrying things may come to blows if things are not calmed down. She approached the two of them. "Now now, this is a respectable establishment, why don't we settle things in a non-violent way?"

The stout female looked up "You've lost me, girly."

"What about a drinking contest to settle things?" The red dragon said.

"You've found me again, girly. Assuming the gecko here can hold his liquor." Gilmila said.

"Anything to shut up her big mouth." Cyrus said, sitting back into his chair.

Nuri waved over a bar maid and she brought over two large mugs of mead. The two quickly chugged them down. The dwarf complained they needed something stronger, to which the dragon nodded in agreement. The night went on, both gulping down stronger and stronger drinks. To Cyrus things become more blurred and dizzying. At many points he struggled to keep his balance sitting in his chair. But he refused to let the dwarf who had insulted dragons get away with what she said. Soon enough his head was spinning and his world went black.

Next thing he knew he was blinded by a shining light. He quickly covered his eyes with his hand, only to shoot his hand to his head when a throbbing pain hit his brain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He noted that a ray of sunlight was peeking through a small gap in the wooded wall of the building he was in. A foul smell assaulted his nose, as hushed sounds of movement near him were enough to make his ears ring. He looked around and found that he was laying down in a barn. Furthermore he looked at his body and found blue paint smudged on him. Lastly he did see that he was sporting morning wood, but this was a common occurrence. Looking around he did see Gilmila already standing and looking fresh. "You're going to sleep all day, gecko? We have to find Thundersoul."

Cyrus blinked, trying to take in what was said. "We?"

"Aye, remember? In the middle of the contest you said you wanted to make things more interesting. I offered to help you on your quest if you won."

"And if I lost?" The black dragon said, still in a stupor.

"You really don't remember anything, do ya? It doesn't matter much now, I passed out first and you won. Now I gotta follow your scaley butt to the hammer."

Rubbing his eye and looking at his erection as well as the smudged paint on his body Cyrus asked "Did we have sex?"

Gilmila looked at him very offended "How can you ask that?" she yelled before stomping a foot down on one of the dragon's testicles. She stormed off, gently clapping as she went.

Cyrus curled up, cradling his aching nut. He was confused. Was she mad that they had sex and he forgot it or that they didnt have sex and he was thinking they did.

The newly formed quartet hit the road. They now walked along the wilderness, the dwarf explaining that she should take the lead, as she could see traps from a mile away. Bear couldn't agree more, albeit for different reasons. For the black dragon every chirp of a bird felt like a nail being driven into his head. "By the gods what did I drink?"

Nuri looked at her master "What didn't you two drink? You kept asking for stronger stuff and eventually you guys were drinking paint stripper."

The short humanoid chuckled "good thing dwarves don't get hung over. The poor beastie looks like his head's about to pop."

A group of maksed humans jumped from behind cover, surrounding the group. There were five of them, each with simple makeshift weapons and very light armour. Each had a cloth covering most of their faces to hide their identities. "Looks like the source was right. We got two of them here." One of the masked men said.

"Oh, have mercy." Cyrus mumbled to himself. "Can you please handle this. I don't think..." He trailed off before leaning against a tree. 

"We only want the reptiles" The same masked man continued. "The bugbear and the shorty can leave and you won't be-'' He gave a yelp of pain when a rock collided with his crotch. 

Gilmila, having just thrown said rock, yelled "The hell did you just call me?"

Bear gave a smile "yeah we are having a brawl!" he said like an eager child. The bugbear ripped a sizable branch from a tree with ease before charging a human. 

"I thought they were supposed to be too drunk to fight back!?" one complained, narrowly dodging a swing from Bear.

The redhead used the still curled up body of the man she threw the rock at as a springboard and leapt into the air, tackling a female bandit to the ground. The human felt all the wind forced from her lungs as all of the stout dwarves mass compressed her chest. With a powerful bare fist Gilmila drove down with all the force she could muster into the groin of the downed opponent. She continued her assault, hitting a couple more times for good measure. Each punch caused the humans' cry of pain to raise an octave. When she finally stopped and got up she knew her opponent would be out of the fight, as well as the gene pool.

Bear swung his branch at a male bandit, forcing him to keep moving back to stay just out of reach. After a missed swing the bandit swung back with a woodsman axe. Bear managed to move his branch in the way of the attack. This caused the axehead to be buried in the wood. The human desperately tried to wrench it free, only for Bear to toss both weapons away. With both combatants disarmed Bear wrapped his arms around the human, almost crushing him in his embrace. Effortlessly the bugbear lifted the human up and forced him back down onto Bear's outstretched knee.

The remaining human had made his way to Cyrus, who was still leaning heavily against a tree. The human approached as he raised a shortsword high above his head. All of a sudden a stone hurled through the air and smashed into the dragon's nut. Cyrus lurched forward and upchucked the contents of his stomach onto the ground, followed by the dwarf yelling "that was meant for the human, sorry!" This caused the human to stop in his tracks, mortified at the display. This gave Nuri an opening to punch him square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. She decided to be kind and push his body away from the pooling vomit. "Anyone left?" She yelled out.

"That looks like all of them. Sorry lot if you ask me." Gilmila responded as she grabbed the hair of the man she threw a rock at, forcing him to face her. "What did you want with my scaly friends?"

With tears still welling in his eyes the man wheezed out. "Some creepy guy in robes posted an open bounty for dragon heads. We didn't get a look at him or ask any questions cus it was big money. We heard two dragons were getting drunk in a tavern here and thought they would be easy marks. He said he was from something called the Omnifire. That's all I know, I swear."

"Damn" she said "I was hoping you'd try and act tough so I would have an excuse to re-introduce you to my rock friend again. Aw well." She said before knocking him out with her free hand. "Call me shorty..."

Nuri scratched her chin. "I don't like the sound of this, especially that name. I'll have to ask my master about it as it sounds familiar."

Cyrus dry heaved. Nuri chuckled "when he feels better that is."

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Journeys of Cyrus 5

The sound of Dragonic singing filled the summer daytime air. While the two dragons were singing their launuage beatifully as they walked down the path. However to anyone who wasnt a dragon it sounded like discordan roaring. A good tune did help pass the time on a long travel. Cyrus put a hand in front of his students mouth, silencing her instantly. She was about to protest, but seeing how serious the expression on her masters face was she took the hint. Straining her hearing she was able to make out the sounds of a male grunting. The two silently advanced to the sound. 

They had to go off the path and deeper into the forest. The voice grew louder and the two dragons became worried about whoever was making them. They hurried and soon happened across a shocking sight. They found a bugbear who was large even for his species. He was hunched forward and 

bugbear let out a louder moan. one that was familiar to both dragons. A moan of pleasure. 

They saw an impressive load of white sticky cum shoot and land on the grass. Both dragons felt a tinge in their loins at this. Here was a large panting specimen in the middle of ecstasy. Even Cyrus noticed his dick getting involuntarily stiff. Nuri, likewise, felt a bit of moisture in her nethers.

The bugbears head turned, noticing his audience. “sorry, I meant to be quiet but i guess I got carried away.”  He then looked down and saw the arousal in the two before him. “But if you want I could give you another show.” he said with an obvious smirk. The bugbear had a body type similar to Cyrus, being bulky yet obviously strong. He was covered in brown hair, his eyes being obscured by longer strands of hair. He had on a fur loincloth which was turned so his genitals were exposed fully. He was still erect, sporting a penis that was barely less than Cyrus in terms of length and girth. It still leaked fresh cum from its tip. The bugbears balls, however, clearly had an advantage over the male dragon.

Nuri began to stutter “Im sorry, we thought someone was in danger. We didn't mean to interrupt you.”

Cyrus then had a moment of sudden realization. “Bear?” 

The female dragon was confused, this clearly was a bugbear.

The furry male moved his head in shock “By Idall! Cyrus is that you? how have you been you scaley bastard?” he asked happily as  he approached the dragon with his arms splayed open. Before the black dragon could react properly he was already in the embrace of the bear, who hefted him off his feet and hugged hard enough to cause the lizards back to crack. What really got the reptile's attention was the fact that the two males penises were forced to touch in this position, leaving some leftover jizz on him. Bear put his old grind down with a chuckle.

Cyrus was flustered at this “well, I have been well. How about you?”

Nuri cut in “hold up you two know each other? Master, you've told me much but you never told me about the giant bugbear?”

Bear put a hand to his chest in mock offense “yeah, how could you forget about me?”

The black dragon regained his composure and wiped  himself clean. “My student here usually is interested in hearing of my past exploits.”

The red dragon shrugged “usually”

“We did fight in this story. Amongst other things.” Bear added with a mischievous grin as he straightened out his loincloth to cover himself.

Nuri nodded enthusiastically “definitely interested. Get yammering about this story, master.”

Cyrus sighed, wishing their mammal friend didn't add that last part but the fire god would grow cold before he would pass up an opportunity to spin a yarn.

It was a few years before Cyrus took on a student. He was traveling by himself, seeking great deeds to both hone his skills and find out if he was truly worthy to shape a dragon's mind. He had heard of a village of mighty creatures. The bugbears were a strong race, but also known for being not very bright. Still, the dragon hoped to learn something of physical power there. When he did arrive he saw the town in a panic. Cyrus was somewhat happy to see that most of the creatures were about the same height as him. He was very used to standing out in a crowd. The dragon was about to ask what was wrong when suddenly he heard a voice cry out over the others.

“Him! He has a shiny back! He is the thief!” 

Cyrus was confused for a moment and saw all eyes fall on him. Many were approaching him with weapons drawn. By reflex he reached to his back, where his fuck off sword was sword was stored. He realized that this thief they spoke of must have had something similar on his back. Cyrus gritted his teeth and considered fighting, but he knew these people were just angry and confused. He let go of his weapon and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. This was definitely not the first time he had been imprisoned, as it is impossible to travel the world and not see your share of trouble. 

He was quickly bound and brought to what he assumed to be a village elder. They were still outdoors, but in a communal gathering area. His sword was taken from him, and was being admired by some of the townsfolk. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel some pride at this. The elder spoke “So this is the one accused of stealing our sacred idol? What proof have you brough of his guilt?” His hair was greying and he had somewhat of a hunch but Cyrus knew an old warrior when he saw one. The way he carried himself made that obvious that he earned his position, rather than gained it via age alone.

A bugbear in the crowd stepped forward and lifted the dragons weapon. ``he had this on his back, the same shine the thief had as we saw him run away!” The elder looked unimpressed. They were a race not known for their intelligence but even he knew this was weak at best. “Did you happen to find the idol on his person?”

The sword bearing bugbear looked down “well, no we have not.”

Cyrus spoke up “Honored elder, I know the thief of religious value is unforgivable. If you would allow me I would help you find the actual thief.”

“A generous offer” spoke the elder as he sat down. “but it would be the height of foolishness to allow a potential thief to aid in his own investigation. If you are innocent then you can prove it in a trial by combat.”

“I am familiar with the practice. The gods will favor the innocent party. I accept, but I would very much hate to have to kill to prove my words are true.”

The old bugbear chuckled “Such kindness is unheard of! But fear not, we are not barbarians. You will face our village champion in a simple competition. You will take turns striking where you are most vulnerable. First to fall to a knee will be the loser. If you lose I'm afraid the consequences will be dire.”

Cyrus was freed from his bindings and took off his armour. He wanted this to be a fair fight. He looked around to find who would be stepping forward to face him. It didn't take long for their champion to be summoned. A bugbear began to walk in who was a full head taller than his companions. He looked his body was thicker too, with muscles that were even bigger than the dragon. His eyes were hidden behind his hair, but Cyrus could feel his cold gaze upon him. The bugbear never spoke, only giving a grunt before he began to disrobe so they would be on equal footing. The dragon was surprised to see that the bugbears package matched the rest of him. His balls flopped out when he got naked, showing that they were of even greater size than the scaley one. Cyrus did take some solace in seeing that he had the advantage in terms of dick, though not by much. 

The elder spoke. "You will be facing the champion: Bear!"

"Your name is actually just Bear?" Nuri cut in. 

Bear chuckled and rubbed the back of his head "yeah. I'm the eleventh son. I guess ma just ran out of creativity when she got to me."

"I guess so. Still, I think it's a nice name. I'm sure you had fun doing the whole 'silent intimidation' thing with Cyrus." Said Nuri. 

The bugbear began to twirl his hair "yeah about that. Back then I was incredibly shy. Whenever I had to get naked in front of the village I just got so nervous I calmed up. It's definitely for the best because I have fur. No one could see how much I was blushing."

Nuri laughed. "Sorry I interrupted. I just wanted to get that straight. Now please continue the story of hunks getting hit in the junk."

Cyrus cleared his throat before continuing 

Bear stood before Cyrus. Neither one of them backing down or showing weakness. The elder spoke up once more “newcomer, you can still relent in this challenge. We will hold you until we can find new evidence.”

The dragon shook his head “this is the fastest way to prove my innocence, and every moment wasted just lets the thief get further away. I'd rather this be done here and now.”

The bugbear nodded. “Admirable. As per tradition the champion gets to strike first.”

Cryus stood with his legs apart with his hands on his hips. He was no stranger to taking low blows so he knew what was about to happen would really hurt. Bear took one step towards the dragon and swung his foot upward. Cyrus gritted his teeth as he felt the furry foot collide with the underside of his balls. Despite his size he felt himself forced up a couple of inches off the ground and on his toes. He fought the urge to bend forward and cup his already aching balls. He fought for a moment longer before let go of his hips and took a more relaxed stance.

“You've already done better than most” The elder said, genuinely impressed.

Bear still didn't speak, only assumed the same stance as Cyrus did. The dragon didn't waste time, rocketing his foot upward and between his opponents legs. Cyrus had stuck larger balls before, but it was always an interesting feeling. Almost like kicking sporting balls. Furthermore the dragon had to admit that he enjoyed seeing the bounce in the bugbears body muscles. Bears lips curled and he could see his teeth. Still, he took the hit very well, not bending over. The dragon knew this opponent could take as good as he gave. 

Cyrus felt a tinge of fear as he took his wide stance. He knew there was no shame in this, fear was a natural response to the knowledge of pain coming. He stood firm, not betraying any hesitation in his body language. The bear took a secant to ready his kick. When he kicked he kicked with all the strength his species was known for. The dragon could feel the meat in his testicles being compressed between the bears foot and his own pelvis. It was never a pleasant feeling, especially with the amount of force being delivered now. When the kick was over the lizard did bend at the waist after this. He was still upright but we wasn't happy that he was already showing pain this early but what mattered was he could still go.

When Cyrus recovered he saw the bugbear had readied himself to receive his next kick. The reptile closed his eyes and breathed deep to steady himself. He wants to make sure his kick would be accurate. Then he realized he would almost have to try to miss targets that big. He opened his eyes and took a step back. He moved forward and used the momentum to fuel his next attack. He drove the top of his foot upward with as much strength as he could muster. When he heard the until now silent bear give a grunt of pain Cryus felt some satisfaction. Bear did stumble and take a step back but held his ground. The gathered crowd gave murmurs at this, clearly their chosen champion never took hits this hard before.

The back and forth continued on for some time, each man delivering earth shattering kicks to each other's manhoods. One strike alone would have been enouth to fell most others. The crowd all watched in awe, many alrady holding themselves in sympathy pain. Both males were panting heavily and drenched in sweat, the effort of keeping themselves upright pushing both of them to their limits. It was Cyrus’ turn to get hit. His body was slick with perspiration, his breathing quick and ragged. Every fiber of his being yelled at him to surrender, to curl up and give into his pain. His nuts were swollen to an even bigger size than they were normally. Still he forced his rebelling body to obey and he spread his legs apart. The bugbear kicked the dragon. While it didn't have as much power as when they started the pain still exploded inside him. It radiated from his groin and up into his stomach. For a moment Cyrus' mind was blank save for cries of pain. He immediately bent forward and leaned on his knees. As long as his knees don't touch the ground he was safe. He gripped his legs with such strength that his nails broke the scales and caused a small trickle of blood to appear. He couldn't even acknowledge that small sting compared to the pain in his balls. He breathed deep and looked back at Bear.

Bear saw that the dragon woulndt fall from that attack. Cyrus saw the unmistakable look of desperation on his opponents face. That last kick was the last strength he had left in him. The dragon expected him to surrender. When the bugbear slowly forced his legs apart Cryus felt much respect for the mammal. If all of his breath was dedicated to supplying him oxygen he might have praised him. Still, Cryus wanted to finish this, as much for his own sake at this point. He offered up a silent prayer to the dragoninc gods for strength that this next attack would finish this, because if it didn't he feared his own might would fail him. He planted one food down hard and swung his other up. His battered balls cried out in pain from the sudden movement but he ignored it as much as he could. His aim was true and his foot laned dead center of the bugbears scrotum. Cryus forced himself to follow through with his kick as much as he could using all the muscle in his legs to push upwards. Bear let out a loud yell of agony and bent forward. As soon as Cryus let his foot return to below him the bugbear crumpled and held his aching balls. He fell to his knees and soon planted his face into the ground. He was defeated.

Cryus looked down and had to be sure what he saw was real and not a desperate delusion. When he was sure he let out a triumphant roar to the sky. Much to his surprise even some of the bugbears watching cheered with him. Cryus took a knee next to his opponent and planted a hand on his shoulder. “you fought well, champion.”

Both took some time to rest and recover. With the help of a healing salve the pain was lowered to a manageable level. Cyrus was offered a bath but he refused. He instead asked to see the site where the artifact was stolen from. Much to his surprise the champion insisted to come along too. After seeing his show of willpower Cyrus couldn't refuse. The two of them investigated the scene and all they were able to find were a strip of red fabric caught on a doorway. Still, both packed supplies and readied themselves for a hunt. They set out on in the direction the thief was last seen and began their journey.

About half hour away they heard grunting from nearby bushes. Looking inside they saw a halfling clutching his swollen purple ankle. He had a torn red scarf as well as a polished shield on his back. Cyrus let out a grunt of disappointment when he rifled through the beings belongings and found a small golden idol in his pack. He easily picked up the thief and looked him in the eye. “This is a cut and dry.” His mouth curled into a devilish grin “but you can demand a trial by combat. The champion gets to go first.”

Upon hearing the rules of a tial the halfling admitted his guilt and was set to be punished properly. Cyrus did spend some time learning of the bugbear culture and in thanks veteran warriors showed the dragon the bugbear method of fighting. Not wanting to overstayed his welcome Cryus left to go to his next destination. He did find a sizable stream nearby and thought he had earned a rest.

“And that's my adventure in the bugbear village. I admit finding the thief was a bit of an anticlimax but things cant always be exciting.” Said Cyrus, a hint of finality in his voice.

“Oh no no no” Bear cut in, wrapping a warm hairy arm around the male dragon “you gotta tell the whole story. A little extra happened after that.”

Cryus rubbed his horn in embarrassment “come now, what's really important is what happend before that, all the minor details after are superfluous.” 

“Come on, master” Nuri pleaded “nothing worse than a half told story!”

Bear nodded “I agree. I can take over, and i wont leave anything out.”

 He was shocked when he heard Bear call out. 

“Master dragon! Let me thank you for helping my village. And apologize for how hard i fought in the trial.”

“Please” Cryus said “you did your job. Had that gone on any longer I surely would have lost. And I am just happy to help those in need. Why don't you join me, I was going to relax here for a spell.”

Bear turned his head as Cyrus removed his armour. The dragon chuckled. “We saw each other naked, and I am practically nude myself. No need to be shy. I respect your strength and would be honored if you join me.” 

Bear nodded, disrobing and slowly entering the water. Cryus wasted no time, taking a breath and submerging himself in the cool liquid. He sprang up with a large splash. He looked to Bear, who was contenting himself by cupping water in his hands and pouring it on himself. “Why didn't you thank me when I was in the village?”

“When I am around too many people I get scared and can't talk. It's even worse when I am naked during the trials.” said Bear.

Cyrus chuckled. “You have no need to be shy. Besides, I am sure the women of the village all are excited to see a specimen of manhood like yours.”

“Come on” retorted Bear, sounding hurt. “Don't you tease me too.” 

Cryus rubbed water on his arms and raised an eyebrow. “I am not. I thought you would be well known for your size. Height and manhood.”

The mammal shook his head. “I am considered quite small by bugbear standards. They often joke that the length meant for me was turned into height.”

Cryus looked at Bear. Then to his dick. Back to his face before stealing one more glance at his dick. “I had no clue bugbears were so endowed.” The dragon said in genuine awe. “But the weapon a warrior uses doesn't matter. Any weapon can be fatal if used properly. And i can promise you that your weapon would be plenty for any other species.”  

The two continued their conversation for a bit, Cryus helping to clean the fur on Bears back. The bugbear mused “I never understood the whole ‘gods will favor the innocent thing. Bugbears only have one and other species have many. Hardly seems fair.”

Cyrus chuckled “I think it's more of a question of quality than quantity. But it is true that at least dragons have many gods.”

“Can you tell me about them?” Asked Bear.

The dragon smiled and washed the bugbear’s lower back. He thought for a moment before answering. “There is the water god named Idall. He is often depicted as a sea serpent of incredible length. Actually he is the twin of the mountain god, as they were created by Mother Dragon at the same time. When she was shaping the planet she scooped out great clawfuls of earth. The holes and long claw marks filled with water and became the bodies of water that fill the world. The dirt and rocks she scooped up she then piled up and they formed mountains and hills. Where there is a waterfall it is said the two twins met at that location.”

Bear turned around, stars in his eyes. At least Cyrus thought there was, as it was hard to see Bears eyes through his hair. “That's so cool! Can anyone worship the dragon gods?”

Cyrus gave a big grin “of course! All who have a good heart are welcome.”

The newly converted bugbear scratched his chin. “What is a sea serpent? I've never actually been to the ocean myself.”

Cyrus answered “It's basically a snake, only miles long. He moves through the water like a snake moves through the land.”

Bear laughed “I can't picture something like that.”

Cyrus thought for a moment before he lowered himself into the water. He had just his nostrils, back, and tail above the water. He had his arms against his body and his legs straight. He wiggled his body and tail like a snake and managed to propel himself around. He swam in a small circle before going back towards Bear. His face got very close to Bear’s penis before he stopped himself. He raised himself from the water “I think I found a sea serpent.” 

Cyrus himself felt a jolt of excitement go through him at being so close to the bugbears privates. He stood up straight and walked closer to Bear, their bodies almost touching. “Im happy to have met you, Bear. I do not think I could have found a stronger bugbear anywhere else.”

The mammal looked away, a blush almost visible through his fur “it's just that I get stuck doing all the physical labor at the village so naturally I would…”

Cyrus cut him off “not just physical might. You showed incredible will during the trial. Pushing on despite that much pain is not something most can do. You are truly a strong person, don't ever think otherwise.” 

Cyrus felt a warm poke on his stomach. He looked down and saw Bear had gotten erect. Bear quickly turned away “Im sorry! No one ever spoke to me like that!”

The dragon grabbed the bugbear’s shoulder and turned him back to face him. This time he moved close enough that their bodies were against each other, their mouths separated by mear inches. “Don't let your fears controle you. Do what you feel is right.”

A silence hung in the air for only a moment, but it felt much longer. Bear moved in and pressed his lips against Cyrus’. The two wrapped their arms around one another as they kissed. Cryus quickly became erect as well, their manhoods rubbing against each other. The two continued to embrace each other before Bear moved back, dragon saliva dripping from his mouth. “That was the first time I kissed anyone.”

Cyrus smirked “get ready for another first.” He said as he gently pushed Bear towards the land. He sat with his ass on the ground and legs in the water, penis standing fully upright. “What are you doing?” asked Bear, his heart skipping a beat knowing what was to come.

“Just relax and let ‘master dragon’ take care of you.” Cyrus said as he lowered himself to the bugbears waist. “Such a mighty weapon this is. I see I am not the only one who favors a weapon that needs two hands to weild.” He said as he wrapped his scaley digits around Bear's thick shaft. Bear shuddered at the touch, and Cyrus could feel him get even harder. “I fear this may be too great a weapon for even me to handle. But I've never given up on a challenge.” he said, stroking faster. Bear tried to respond, but all that came from his mouth were half muttered words that failed to produce a full sentence. Cyrus smirked, clearly enjoying the pleasure he was giving the village champion. He leaned down, giving the length of the bugbear's penis long lick. Bear threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hands and letting out a loud muffled moan. 

“Just let it all out, champion. A warrior like you deserves proper reward.” He said as he slowly enveloped the bugbears penis into his mouth. Cryus struggled, gagging slightly out of reflex but he relaxed himself and got it all the way down his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, ever so slightly increasing the tempo. He used his hands to gently massage at the bugbears massive balls, feeling them full of hot cum. Bear’s moans became more loud and frantic. Cyrus was surprised when he felt the bugbear grab hold of his horns and shove him deeper. His lips were around the base of Bear's shaft as he felt jizz be shot down into his throat. After a few spirits Bear relaxed and Cryus moved his head free, swallowing down all that he could.

“Im sorry” Bear said “It just felt so good I got carried away.”

Cyrus wiped his lips. “Don't be. I said to let it all out and you did.”

The dragon then grabbed the bugbear’s shoulder and made him stand. He turned him around and bent him over. “I think you know what I'm planning to do. If you want me to stop just say so and I won't continue.” Cyrus spat and rubbed the saliva on his dick as he waited for a response. Still bent over Bear looked over his shoulder and quietly spoke. “Please go ahead.”

Cryus smiled and pressed his dick against the bugbears backside. He rubbed around aimlessly for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling it gave him before he lowered towards the bugbear’s asshole. “I'll go slow at first. I cant promise I can't control myself for long after that.”

Cryus pressed forward. It took some effort but he managed to enter inside. True to his word he moved back and forth slowly, hearing the mixture of pain and pleasure from Bear. When he thought the pleasure outweighs the pain he began to speed up. He grabbed hold of the bugbears hips as he picked up the pace, holding him steady as he pounded him. As he gave into his base desires he even gave Bear a hard spank, forcing the mammal to yelp out in surprise. This only spurred Cryus on more and he gripped harder and fucked even faster. Cryus gave a triumphant roar again as he climaxed, pressing himself deeper into the bear, not letting a single drop spill.

Nuri listened, mouth agape. “Holy shit master. I don't think I have ever heard that side of you. That was just” she stopped to collect herself, feeling very flustered “holy shit”

Bear chuckled. “You're telling me the two of us hung out some time after that. But he had to go back to questing and I had to go back to the village. After that I felt different. I was a lot more outgoing and didn't feel as shy anymore. After a few years I felt like that little village was too small for me. So here I am. Out wandering and trying to find myself.”

Nuri smiled “master, you fucked the shyness out of him!”

Cryus’ face was turning a new shade from blushing “please, I am not one for discussing these sorts of things.”

Bear slapped Cyrus on the back “dunno why, you're so good at it. I just know you are on some big quest again. Would you mind me tagging along? I can help fight any baddie you come across. And I need some direction in my wanderings so it'll be good for both of us.”

Nuri gave a big smile “words cannot express how much I approve of this suggestion.”

Cryus signed. He knew Bear was strong. And he was lying if he said he didn't enjoy his retelling of their first time. Besides, bugbear might be something that could always be learned from. “How can I refuse the champion?”

Low Blow Quest chapter 9

“Well, enough of that. Let's explore us in a dungeon.” Morn said happily as she walked deeper into the cave.

The gang delved deeper, the orc using their undead companion as a makeshift torch. The blue glow from his eye sockets giving enough illumination to allow the living to see. Morn looked over at Glysh, specifically her weapon. 

"So, how does that weapon work exactly? You said the guy's junk is shrunk til he doesn't do anything wrong for some time, right? How is that judged?"

"What do you mean, how is it judged?" The goblin said, raising an eyebrow.

"Is it by your morality or their own?" Asked the orc.

The goblin shrugged "I dunno. It just resets the time limit when they do something bad. I never put much thought into it."

Morn continued "I was just wondering that. Because it would probably have to be judged by a morality besides their own. The time limit would never be reset if they only went by their own."

The goblin looked back "it totally would. Like for example stealing is wrong."

"Typically yes" the orc said "but I believe that everyone always thinks they are doing the right thing or else they wouldn't do it. And if they don't do the right thing then their actions are justified. Like you stole from the Golden Order. A wrong action when judged by itself, but you feel it is justified because of who you stole from. So because you feel it's all right you probably wouldn't have triggered the curse to reset if it was placed on you, for example."

The skull of Kozor clattered his teeth. "Hey Morn, have you ever thought of being a philosopher? Might fit you well with the way you are thinking."

The larger green woman shook her head. "Fire magic sounds tempting but I will learn to punch fire from my lizard master, so I'll pass."

Kozor was silent for a moment. "Do you seriously think a philosopher is a mage who uses phosphorus?"

Morn changed the subject. "So, like I was saying, the issue with relative morality is difficult…" 

But she was cut when a thin slit opened in the stone floor.  and spang an iron rod in an upward arch. The metal collided with Morn's unprotected groin with tremendous force. She collapsed to her knees holding herself, accidentally pressing Kozor to her pussy.  "Motherfucking fuck!" She blurted out. The skull tried to speak but was muffled. 

"What the hell was that?" Asked Kuni as she went to aid the larger greenskin. 

Glysh shrugged. "I'm guessing you never robbed a dungeon. Places are usually lousy with traps. Not sure why this one is at groin height. 

Morn let Kozor go, and he clattered to the ground on his side. "I think I can answer that. The Dixron who built this were very short. Probably a little shorter than a goblin. So I'm guessing they had only their heights in mind. So that was meant for someone's face."

The goblin looked around “But then why are the ceilings so high if they were meant for shorties?”

Looking at the wall Kozor answered. “I'm guessing they were also showoffs. The walls are covered in hieroglyphics. Probably a more advanced form of language specifically for Dixron.”

“Any idea what it says?” Morn asked as she got to her feet and retrieved her skull friend.” 

Kozor looked at the walls. From what he saw it looked as though clothed humanoid figures became naked. As well as a figure getting a rod put inside its crotch from below. Finally an arrow pointed at a figures lower back. He thought for a moment before talking “My best guess is that its porn.”

“Well, he is no help” The smaller greenskin said. “Lucky for you all I got tons of experience dealing with this kinda shit. I'll keep you safe from traps."

Taking a few steps forward she looked intently at the ground and spotted an odd looking stone. "Like here. Of you step in this something will happen." She tossed the weight on her chain towards it. When the metal made impact a loud click was heard, followed by several arrows shooting through the air. They were nowhere near the group but would have hit whoever was stepping on the stone. The goblin folded her arms and walked forward “Nothing to worry about when I’m…” but she was cut off when the floor below her opened up. The ground slid open at either side, forcing her legs open. She was forced into a wide split and she yelled out in pain. Kuni reached forward and grabbed hold of the smaller greenskins clothing and yanked her back to safety. The hole in the ground went down some distance, with glittering metal spikes at the bottom. The goblin rubbed her groin muscles in pain before thanking the crimson woman. 

Morn took the lead, using her ruined spear to try and trigger traps before they could harm the group. Kozor’s spirit energy fully recharged, allowing him to project out of his skull and manifest as a spirit. He appeared as he was when he was living, a human wizard in a blue robe. “Ah it feels good to be out again. Now then who wants to be possessed?”

Glysh looked on in shock “anyone wanna clue me on what's happening here?”

Morn kept her eyes forward while she prodded for traps “Wizard didn't want to die so he bound his soul to his skull. He needs to charge up and when he does he can possess someone with their consent and he can use magic when he does. He's a pervert though so he will make you grope yourself.”

The wizard threw up his hands in an overly defensive gesture “It has been years since I felt anything physical. It's only natural that I wish to experience what I can in the brief moments I can.”

The orc laughed “yeah he only lasted about a minute in me. Typical.”

Kozor yelled back “well maybe when I get more practice I can last longer!”

Morn laughed harder “they all say that!”

The other women joined in the laughter until they entered into a large room. A large stone door slammed shut behind them, giving them all a start. Before they had too much time to react, ghostly light emanated from ancient candles that decorated the room. They then all saw that one side of the room they were trapped in was a mirror. 

“I'm guessing this trap is meant to make us see ourselves starve to death.” Glysh said bitterly. When she finished speaking a faint green mist started to enter the room from several ports. The women then found holes being eaten out of their clothing. Kozor spoke up “Im guessing the more this fills up the more potent the acid gas becomes. We better find a way out of here before you all look like me.” A sizzling sound came from all the women. They looked and found their clothing had being to be eaten away, creating holes that grew in their outfits. 

The goblin started to quickly pat at the walls, hoping to find a hidden mechanism to escape. Kuni pulled out her axe and started to swing at the candles, thinking they were linked to the gas. Kozor entered deep into thought, trying hard to remember anything from his studies that would help him. Morn looked deeply in the mirror. Her head darted back and forth between the room she was in and the reflection. Her eyes fixated on one candle that was burning in the room but not in the reflection. It was on the ground, having been knocked over by Kuni’s frantic swinging. Morn walked over and stomped her bare foot down on the small flame, snuffing it out. All at once the green gas stopped and a new door opened.

“The hell did you figure that out?” Kozoer said as he turned his ghostly form to the orc. 

“Just figured the mirror had to do with something. Otherwise why put it there?” Answered Morn.

“Oh dammit” yelled out Kuni as the wraps that held her breasts broke, letting her massive chest be free. The woman who at once looked almost flat chested had her tits become fully exposed, letting her huge milkers bounce.

“Holy shit” Glysh exclaimed, as her own clothing slid off her body leaving her green flesh exposed. “Not fair, how come you get to have massive honkers and be able to tie them up so you can look flat? And doesn't that hurt like hell?”

“You get used to it.” the oni said as the last clothing that covered her lower half slogged off “it's a pain to find bindings strong enough to do that. Looks like we are all going the rest of the way naked.”

Kozor spoke up as Kuni picked up his skull “Honestly most of you were practically nude already.”

Morn followed the rest of the group, her already minimal clothing being long gone. “You're the one who was naked before we got here”

Kozor was about to talk back, before realizing she ment his physical form. “Fair.”

The group advanced down a hallway. Morn was at the back of the pack and couldn't help but look at the goblin who was leading. “Ya know, with a booty like that I wouldn't complain about your chest size.”

Glysh turned a darker shade of green for a moment “don't be a perv.” 

“I'm just saying, probably the best ass I’ve seen.” Morn said with a chuckle. The oni felt a tinge of jealousy. Her laughter was cut off when the floor shifted beneath their bare feet. It split open to reveal multiple stalagmites. The goblin and oni were able to jump away in time, getting to the far end of the pit. Morn wasn't fast enough and was only able to cling onto an indent in the wall beside her. She was only able to use her finger tips to save herself from falling. Kuni reached a hand to her friend, but she was too far away. Kozor shouted “let me posses you, I can help!”

Kuni frantically nodded her head. The wizard entered her body and he wasted no time casting his spell. Morns fingers gave in and she began to fall. The possessed oni reached a hand towards the orc. The greenskin woman's fall began to decelerate. Morn saw that her descent was nearly stopped and began to celebrate, only for her to cry out in pain as a dull stalagmite forcefully entered her vagaina. The sudden rough cold fucking made her shriek. She was pulled straight upwards through the air, leaving the stone a bit cleaner. She curled up during her flight and stayed that way until she landed with her teammates. Exhausted, Kozor left Kuni’s body and returned to his skull. Morn just kept repating “fuck this dungeon, fuck this dungoen” as she slowly began to rise to her feet. 

Kuni put a hand on her greenskin friends back “are you going to be alright?”

Morn gave her crotch one final rub before taking the lead, somewhat to not show any real pain. “Orc men are more rough.”

They found themselves a smaller and smaller tunnel. All were forced to get on their hands and knees to continue. Glysh was in the middle of the group with Kuni behind her. She looked at the goblins behind and was wondering what Morn sees in those wobbly cheeks. After watching it in motion she was forced to admit to herself that Morn has a point. She saw the small tunnel they were in ended and Kuni saw her friends stand upright. She was relieved that she wouldn't need to crawl and struggle to not have her tits drag on the floor. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard mechanical clicking behind her. She saw Glysh look behind her and yell for her to hurry. Before she could the scarlet woman felt a sharp pain. A metal rod pressed into her backside and kept pressing until it entered her asshole. Suddenly a jolt of electricity delivered to her hole caused her to cry out in a strange  mixture of pain, surprise, and some pleasure. While the shock wasn't itself particularly long in its duration it felt like an eternity for Kuni. Morn grabbed one of the oni’s arms and pulled her free, allowing the oni to rub her now screaming rear. Morn looked down in sympathy “Not even orcs are that rough.”

The three women continued slowly and cautiously one hand always covering some sensitive part of themselves. They then came to a large chamber, and at its center was the weapon they sought. Morn herself was somewhat dismayed when she saw it, as it looked like a wooden club with large metal studs embedded in it. 

“We came all this way for a Kanabo? I was expecting something more demonic looking.” Glysh said.

“Well an enchanted weapon is an enchanted weapon. Let's grab this and never come back to this place. I'll grab this thing and you guys stick close. If you see anything move at all just yell out. If one more thing happens to hit my crotch I’ll lose it.”

The three stuck close together, Kozor once more acting as a light shining in the darkness. Morn picked up the weapon. Everyone held their breath listening for any sort of mechanical sounds. 

The orc broke the silence “I guess we are…”

With a thunderous clap everyone was blinded by a flash of light. They all felt suspended in mid-air, as if the floor suddenly disappeared beneath them, but before they could fall the cold flagstone were suddenly replaced by warm earth. Their eyes quickly tried to adjust from dark cave to sunlight. In less than a second they found themselves outside. “Fucking hell are we now?”

Kozor spoke up “my guess is a teleportation spell. But because it's so old it probably lost its accuracy. They probably meant to send us somewhere dangerous or the trap they set here crumbled to dust years ago.”

Glysh looked around and found an unfamiliar forest. “Us being naked and lost isn't exactly an ideal situation either.” She held her weapon in her hand and looked to the oni and her axe. "Being armed does make me feel a bit better."

Morn looked at her club and huffed. “I just want to learn to punch fire already.”

Journeys of Cyrus 4

Cyrus stepped forward, his bare foot pressing on the dirt. He looked over to his crimson student, Nuri, and spoke. “Im happy you agreed to go on this quest. This will be a great learning experience and will get you a weapon worthy of a warrior such as you.”

Nuri raised two fingers “that's assuming that one: the weapon is still there after being there for gods know how long and two: whatever enchantment it had is still effective.” 

“Now now, young one. Like I said this is a learning experience. Nothing in this world is certain and we cannot live our lives worried about what may be. We must do what we think is best. Besides this is dragonic made. I can promise you that the enchantment of the legendary Thundersoul will still hold firm. When we brave the journey there and make our way through the dungeon that holds it you will know what it's like to have a real weapon.”

Nuri raised a brow and hefted her warhammer on her shoulder. It was a simple weapon, consisting of a rounded weight on the end of a wooden shaft. “you promise this yet you just said nothing in this world is certain.”

The male shrugged “fair. Nothing is certain except dragonic craftsmanship.”

He then stopped in his tracks, holding up his hand to tell his apprentice to do the same. She did so. The two dragons silently stalked through the forest and came across a clearing. They saw a group of four humans accusting a trio of kobolds. The humans all wore matching uniforms, consisting of a yellow and whtie tunic with a golden yellow circle in the middle of their chest. Neither dragon could see the kobolds well, but they saw that a human snatched a pack and emptied the contents on the ground.

Cyrus narrowed his eyes and let out a low growl. Nuri was almost surprised to see this level of anger suddenly rise in her master. He pointed off in the direction behind the humans. She nodded and moved behind the pack.

“Damn lizards don't have anything good on them.” A bearded golden order man said as he rummaged through the scattered items on the floor.

One furthest away, a female with a bow and arrows, spoke up “think we can get anything selling the lizards themselves?”

A clean shaven man drew a dagger and walked to the kobolds, who were all cowering now. “too much work to take em alive. Their horns can be worth something if we find the right buyer.”

A sudden flash of steel between the shaven man and the kobolds caused him to stumble back and fall on his rear. 

“How much is a dragon worth?” asked the black dragon, his voice dripping with venom. He stood a head and shoulders taller than any Golden Order member there. Cyrus pulled his sword from where he chopped it into the ground. He positioned the blade behind him in a low fighting stance. 

The clean shaven man scrambled to his feet, holding his dagger in front of him. “There are still four of us, just walk away cold blood.”

The large dragon fixed is glare on him. The man flinched when he met his eye fear washing over him. This quickly turned to anger. Reasoning that this large creature must be slow he charged forward. It was lightly armoured and a blade through the ribs would be as fatal to it as anything else. He lunged forward and suddenly his world went black.

In one smooth motion Cyrus let go of his cumbersome weapon with one hand and struck the man across the face with a closed fist. The humans path shifted and he took two steps to Cyrus' side before falling to the ground stunned.

“Next.” Cyrus said stabbing his sword into the dirt and outstretching his arms, daring the next foe to come. A female took up his challenge. She approached, more carefully than her predecessor. She slowly circled her foe.

Meanwhile the archer of the group pulled an arrow and already notched it. She had pulled it back and took aim at the large black dragon. Suddenly she felt a blow on her inner calf, causing her to shoot her arrow wide. She looked down and saw a circular hunk of metal between her legs. 

“Fighting from afar isn't my thing. I like up close and personal.” Nuri said from behind the archer right before she drove her warhammer upward with all her might. The hard metal collided with the woman's crotch with all the might of steel driven by dragonic muscle. She was handily lifted off her feet by the impact. She could only vocalize a pathetic squeak as she fell back to the earth in a crumpled whimpering mess. “Can't wait for magic to get added to this.” The red dragon said with a giggle.

The female facing Cyrus was waiting for aid from her archer. When she didn't see an arrow pierce the dragon's hide she spared a glance over her shoulder and was horrified to see a red dragon standing over her ally. She cursed and turned back to the black dragon. She stabbed her blade, only for it to be avoided with shocking speed from the larger beast. She swung downward, trying to cut him anyway she can, only for the dragon to catch her wrist. He squeezed with enough force to make her cry out and drop her weapon. He then shot out his other hand and grabbed her by the front of her tunic. Effortlessly he lifted the woman up, causing her feet to dangle a few inches off the ground.

“How does it feel to be helpless, Golden Order?” Cyrus asked as he let go of her arm and kept her suspended in the air. She grumbled and shot her foot forward and struck the reptile in his generously sized testicles. The dragon lurched forward a little but he kept his grip. She tried to kick a couple more times, each solid kick only causing him to grunt in pain. She suddenly wished she had armoured boots. With a snarl Cyrus reached his free hand towards the woman's groin and grabbed hard. She yelled out in pain as her womanhood had armoured fingers dug into it. Cyrus lifted the woman above his head, not letting up on his grip until he threw her forward at the last upright Golden order man. 

The man was knocked on his back and pinned under the woman, who was in too much pain to register anything else around her. Cyrus lifted his scaled foot up and stomped it down on the man's unprotected crotch.

Cyrus turned and saw the man he punched in the face had regained his footing. He held his dagger out, his face already bruised from where Cyrus struck him. The man charged forward, only for Cyrus to maneuver around him and pin the arm he had the weapon in behind his back. Nuri saw this and dropped to one knee. Patting the knee she had out she yelled out “remember the trial? Pretend I'm the log!”

Cyrus smirked and grabbed the humans inner thigh to lift him up and force his legs open. He brought him down, combining both of their weights so that the man's balls were compressed to near breaking point on the red dragon's leg. When the human yelled out and crumpled to the ground Nuri chuckeld “you'd never be warriors.”

The two dragons gathered their opponents weapons and sent them off limping and holding their damaged bits. Cyrus turned to face the kobolds but was surprised when the trio of them all gathered around Cyrus and hugged his legs, thanking him profusely. Each of them only was as tall as Cyrus’ hip, as fully kobolds never grow to be tall. Each of the smaller reptiles looked almost like smaller versions of their taller counterparts. Each of them were humanoids with scales for skin. Short horns adorned their heads and each were minimally dressed in a top and loincloth. When Cyrus looked down he saw something that brought his heart rate up and caused a twitch in his nethers. All of the kobolds, the two female and one male, had massive asses. Even Nuri, who had a large behind, had a smaller butt despite her height advantage. The black dragon had to avert his gaze to avoid becoming fully erect. “You are all very welcome. I will always fight the Golden Order wherever they show up. They are all cowards to prey upon those weaker than them.”

One of the kobolds looked back up to Cyrus “please, brave dragon, let us thank you properly. Come to our village and we give you food and any supplies you need. Anything else you need will be taken care of.”

Cyrus mind went to lewd thoughts at the last part of that. He hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. All of the smaller lizards yelled in excitement. Nuri walked beside her master, “I'm sure you are thinking of your needs.”

Cyrus coughed awkwardly. “I simply wish to not be rude. It's only proper to make sure they get home safely.” he said as his eyes wandered to the trios asses. “We must remember our training.” He said, mostly to himself. Now looking at his student “I don't believe you have met kobolds before. Many of them look up to dragons like us greatly. I'm sure we will be given quite the welcome when we arrive to their home.”

Some time later everyone arrived at the kobold village. It was a humble gathering, owing to a nomadic lifestyle. There were several tents erected, each serving a practical purpose. The sight of the two taller reptiles caused a stir, everyone scrambling to their homes to tidy themselves up or don their best clothing. Cyrus himself felt a bit awkward, feeling as though people were making too much of a fuss for him. Many new kobolds, mostly female, gathered around the black dragon and complimented him or offered him humble gifts. Likewise many male kobolds surrounded Nuri, offering the same to her. A loud metal clunking drew the attention of everyone. They all turned and faced an older looking kobold. Her horns were longer and curled back like those of a goat. She clanged on a large gong once more before speaking up. “Calm yourselves! You do not wish to overwhelm our guests.” The crowd listened to their elder, backing away with awkward apologies and smiles. The elder directed groups to prepare a meal of squash and the dining area. She then approached the two dragons. “What brings you two here?”

Cyrus spoke up “we found some of your people being attacked by Golden Order goons and we had to step in to help. I will not stand by when the innocent are being preyed upon.”

Nuri coughed and spoke “humble.”

The black dragon quickly sneered at his student before looking back at the older kobold as she spoke. “well, let us offer our thanks. Please stay and rest yourselves.”

Cyrus smiled “please I would not want to impose upon…”

Nuri quickly spoke up “I heard squash we are sure as Hell staying for that.”

The male dragon chuckled “young one, you must learn the art of ‘playing it cool’”

It was later in the night and the dragons had eaten their fill. Most of the village was gathered around a fire, listening to a tale from Cyrus. Nuri was trying to eat as much squash as she could stomach. The black dragon let out a hearty laugh “And the two of us are taking turns kicking each other in the crotch over and over. By the gods a bugbear can kick. But forced myself to keep going, as it was the only way to win thier trial by combat.” 

One of the female kobolds he had rescued put a hand on his thigh “I knew you could beat him. What happened afterwards?”

“Me and the bear actually got along well afterwards.” Cyrus said, his own dick giving a twitch thinking about what came afterwards. “Well anyway that's the end of that tale. Is there anything else you wish to hear?”

Nuri couldn't help but chuckle. She knew her master was in heaven, having an audience that hung on his every word and didn't press him when he cut off his tales when things got really interesting.

One kobold raised his hand “You mentioned the gods before. We don't know too much about the dragon gods.”

“I would be all too happy to tell you about them. I very much wish to be able to see one someday.”

All the smaller reptiles gathered around closer, clearly interested by the talk of the divine. Cyrus let his comment hand in the air for a moment, also clearly enjoying himself.

“But we must go way back. Back to the dawn of time. Before time itself the earth was barren and devoid of life. There was only Mother Dragon, Goddess of life itself. She saw the world as it was and found it lacking. Using her powers she created the aspects of the world we know today, and in the same process created the lesser dragon gods. For example she scooped out great mounds of the earth and piled them up. She filled the holes with water and created the god of oceans as well as the god of mountains. When life developed she imbued some with the desire to defend their own and those they loved, thus created the Protector god. All was not well, however, as all dragons have a fire within them. Each one has a burning passion within them and the lesser gods are no exception. They gave themselves to their lusts and bred with abandon. This is what caused the world to have mortal reptiles, like you and me.”

The kobolds all beamed with pride at hearing themselves be compared to a dragon. Cyrus continued “Mother Dragon stepped in and stopped the lesser gods before they caused too much of an issue. They heard and obeyed. Now we try our best to not give into our base desires.” waving a hand the black dragon spoke “too frequently. But we do have one day where we surrender ourselves to our desires. It only happens once every ten years. When the World Flower planned by Mother Dragon blossoms. Reptiles from far and wide gather round and celebrate our inner fire. It is said that rarely a lesser god will visit. I have yet to encounter one in my lifetime but I remain hopeful. And I hope to take Nuri to the inner circle of the next one. In our old tongue it is known as" Cyrus let out a loud roar followed by a guttural language. The kobolds all shyed away by the sudden shift in his speech. The black dragon looked at the effect this had on them and chuckled. “In the common tongue it is just known as the Days of Blossoming. I've had many good memories of my times there. I can't even begin to explain how excited I was when I was allowed in the inner circle of the event, where all the reptiles who have proven themselves are allowed. So many wonderfully tall dragons, lizardfolk with great crest and eccentric clothing. All of the..”

Cyrus stopped himself when he noticed himself he had become fully erect. Nuri crossed her legs, just imagining herself at the inner circle made herself get wet. This didn't go unnoticed by the kobolds. Each one eyed up the dragons. One spoke up “Surely you can't keep this fire bottled up for ten whole years. Can we have a smaller day of blossoming?” Cyrus stood up, his penis almost hitting a kobold. He moved away from the group “I need to go for a walk.” roughly half the kobolds followed him. Nuri, following her master's lead, got up as well, not wanting to give into temptation.

The red dragon walked around the village, almost feeling like a giant surrounded with structures made for creatures half her size. Anywhere she went she was met with lusty looks from the kobolds and open invitations to use them however she wanted. Nuri tried her best to ignore these, remembering what her master said about keeping her inner fire keen. The previous talk of the Days of Blossoming didn't help her condition at all. She had attended those events before but was never allowed in the Inner Circle. Still, just remembering those days of debauchery stirred her passions greatly. During her walk she heard what she thought was Cyrus. She followed it until she found a rather large tent. Slightly worried for his condition but mostly curious she entered and was hit with warmth and the scent of mating. She found the black dragon sitting down with his legs spread. Two kobolds, one male and one female, were kneeling in front of him and eagerly licking every inch of the dragon's massive balls as they could. Cyrus himself was holding a female dragon and was about to lower her on his erect dick.

“Master!” Nuri shouted in surprise and frustration. “what was all that about not giving into base desires and keeping the inner flame keen?”

Cyrus gave a short yell in shock, tossing the kobold he held in the air slightly before catching her. He stammered for a moment before speaking. “Well, you see my student, the thing you must remember is that…'' he stopped speaking for a moment to let out a shudder and moan. He looked down at the two between his legs “Can you guys give me a moment please?” The two seemed to be genuinely saddened that they had to stop their task, but did as they were asked.

The larger dragon addressed his pupil again. “As I was saying, a warrior can enjoy themselves. It's just important that these things cannot be taken to excess or enjoyed too often.”

Nuri raised an eyebrow at this, thinking it an excuse. Cyrus gave her an awkward smile in return. She then felt something warm on her leg and saw that a kobold had begun to hump at her leg. She shrugged and walked out of the tent, kobold still mounted on her, before yelling out “Who wants a face full of dragon coochie?” She was greeted by a chorus of many voices shouting “me!”

With a sigh of relief Cyrus addressed the dragon he was holding. “Are you sure you can'' he paused for a moment “accept what I can offer? I fear our sizes are not compatible.”

The held kobold giggled “don't worry, master dragon. I have trained for this moment.” She said as she pointed to a corner of the tent. There was a sculpture of a dragon penis, looking much like Cyrus’ own. At the sight and thought of creatures using that his own dick gave a twitch. Seeing this a sigh the two kobolds continued to give Cyrus a tough licking. He shuddered and began to lower the kobold on his erection.

He started slowly, still worrying for her wellbeing. He found her to be tight, but not to a distressing degree. The kobold herself gave only encouragement so he decided to give her what she wanted. He got gradually more rough and fast. He had total controle of the tempo of sex and he was loving it, using the smaller creature as a fleshlight. He looked around and saw all the faces around him filled with approving lust. He continued this for some time eventually finding himself reaching climax and giving a loud roar. His balls clenched upwards as he came, filling the kobold with his seed. He panted and let the smaller creature rest besides him. After some heavy breathing she clutched his arm “I hope a great warrior like you can ‘fight’ on after that.” His heart skipped a beat, already feeling his inner flame rekindling. Looking up he saw a few other kobolds poking their heads in the tent, hungry looks in their eyes. Cyrus let out a silent prayer for endurance.

After some time, neither dragon was in a position to keep track of time well, the duo left the village on shaking legs. They barely got out of view of the small town before both slumped to the ground. “What were we heading towards again?” Cyrus asked.

It took a moment before Nuri could honestly remember “magic hammer.”

“ah yes. We shall proceed. And remember, every step of the journey can be used as a form of training.” 

Nuri looked back incredulously “what were we training back there?”

“Stamina” the master said confidently.

Low Blow Quest chapter 8

  "I'm just saying she went to cannibalism really fast. She probably really wanted to eat em beforehand" Morn said as she walked. The group had found the Devil's Valley. That was the easy part. The hard part was finding the stone gate leading to where the demonic club was being kept.

Pinching the bridge of her nose Kuni was exasperated. "Can you please not accuse my goddess of such things." 

With a clattering of teeth the skull wizard, Kozor, spoke up "I can't imagine angering the divine being a particularly good idea."

Putting up her hands the orc concluded. "Fine fine, if both of you are so scared of a little goddess I'll stop. Changing the subject because you are cowards, are all oni affected by this curse?"

Happy that divine retribution was no longer a threat the crimson woman responded "Not all of them, no. The oni are scattered and rare people. I've been to other tribes but they do not share our affliction. Members of my Newhalf tribe are generally seen as cursed and not welcome. They have their own version of my story. It's more of my tribe commiting a great sin and being punished. I do not buy into it."

Morn put a hand on her red friend's shoulder. "I can imagine it's hard to get a straight answer from people you can never meet."

Kuni was unsure if she referred to the goddess or the other tribes, but the sentiment was appreciated. 

"Lovebirds, looks like we are in the vault." Kozor said

"How are you so sure?" asked the orc, looking down at her hip where the skull was tied. 

"Now, I may not have eyes anymore but even I can see the open door."

Feeling a gush of wind coming on the green woman looked around and just as the wizard said there was an impressively large stone gate, now wide open. There were markings all over the open doors. The passageway itself led to a comparatively smaller hallway, barely large enough to accommodate a fully grown ork to stand upright.

"Bring me closer to the markings. I might be able to read this." Said the undead wizard.

After unlatching him the orc held him up to get a clear view of one of the doors. She looked over the oni "at least this saves us the trouble of opening the dang thing."

"It may also save us the trouble of finding the club too, if someone was already here."

After some muttering the skull spoke. "I can only make out some of this. It's the usual 'danger, keep out, all who enter are damned' sort of thing. More importantly this is the writing style of the Dixron."

Stifling a snicker Morn responded. "never heard of em."

"Not surprising" Kozor said "but to be fair not much is known about them. All that is left of them are these vaults, all holding dangerous items. Most likely they wanted to lock them away from the rest of the world. It's impossible to tell exactly how long this club has been in here. Could be thousands of years old. Maybe even more."

"All I care about is if it's magic." Morn said with a shrug.

"Magic is subject to age too. It may not be as strong as it was back when it was first locked up."

The orc got worried that this journey may all be for nothing but she dispelled the thought. "Gawking around here won't do us any good. Let's just find this damned thing and head back to my lizard master. I wanna punch fire already." The excitement in the woman's voice as almost palpable. The whole group stopped dead in their tracks when they heard a voice cry out from deeper in the dungeon. Morn held the wizard's skull out in front of her, using his glowing eyes as a lantern. They were able to make out a pair of legs dangling from a hole in a wall. 

"A little help here please!" The voice called out once more.

"Is that a Dixron?" Kuni asked, getting closer. 

Morn shone the skull closer, revealing the legs were clad in all black. The creature wore simple sandals. The bottom of the creature was very notable too. It had black pants covering it, the hips had no fabric over them, leaving green flesh exposed. The hips themselves were very wide, being greater than Morn or Kuni. The legs were not long, being half the length of an average human. What transfixed all involved was the behind of the creature itself. With each kick from the stuck person the fat ass cheeks jiggled and wobbled in an almost hypnotic display. The hole it was stuck in being only half the width of her hips, making this a truly hopeless display. 

"That is for sure a goblin." Morn stated matter of factly.

If Kozor had eyebrows he would raise one "how can you be so sure?"

"I had one of these big green asses in my face not too long ago." She stated without a hint of shame. 

"Will you stop staring at my ass and pull me out?" the goblin said, with some annoyance in her voice.

The taller green woman and red woman looked at each other and shrugged. Each grabbed a foot and pulled.

It took some effort but they pulled out the goblin. She fell to the ground, but with surprising grace she recovered and stood upright. The greenskin girl stood just a little higher than the two adventurers belly buttons. Her weight distribution was very bottom heavy, with her wide round hips being her widest point by far. Her clothing wasn't tight but a pot belly was noticeable, as were her small breasts. Her outfit was very dark with her cleavage exposed through part of her top being fishnet. She had various pouches on her person, and holstered on her hip was a sharp sickle chained to a metal weight. Her face was half covered by a cloth and her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail.

She pulled her mask down, showing a pointy teeth in a big grin. "Many thanks, my tall friends. Glysh is my name, master rogue."

"Why was a master rogue stuck in a wall?" the skull asked, still held up by Morn.

"Ah, an orc necromancer, most impressive." Said the short woman. "I was looking for a shortcut to the end, sometimes dungeons have them." She said as she picks up a small backpack hidden behind a pile of rubble.

"Don't give her credit for my magic, damnit!" Kozor yelled. He was quickly silenced by Morn clamping his jaw shut.

"How about you get more credit when you can cast a spell more often than once a couple days?" 

The skull, for his part, tried to voice a protest but it was stopped by Morn keeping his mouth shut. They were all interrupted by hearing a new yell. 

"There she is!"

The trio of women turned their heads to the entrance of the dungeon. They saw five humans, each of them dressed in the yellow and white of the golden order. Each of them drew a sword. There were two women and three men. A blond male pointed towards Morn and yelled again. "She's the one with the bounty on her."

"Not these assholes." Muttered the goblin as she drew her weapon. 

The oni drew her axe and asked "you know them?"

"Not them personally, but these Golden Order fucks stiffed me on a job and then tried to turn me stiff as a board."

Morn got confused "goblins have the same curse as oni?"

The skull clattered furiously "we have bad guys with weapons here, can we chat later?"

Morn didn't have time to holster the wizard and was forced to just drop him to effectively hold her spear. The two groups charged at each other, with the skeleton being kicked up by mistake. He flew through the air, cursing and screaming all the way. He found himself flying towards a male Order grunt and opened his jaws, hoping to hurt him as much as he could. When he felt he hit the human he clamped his mouth shut. A surprisingly high pitch yell was his reward, as well was the sound of a metal sword clanking on the ground. With a bit of a shock he found he had bit down on the blond man's groin. Under normal circumstances he would be appalled by this, but since it was a Golden Order goon, he decided to keep biting.

Morn jabbed her spear forward, only for a female Order grunt to deftly dodge out of the way each time. She yelled in frustration and stabbed out once more, only for her enemy to bring her sword down, cutting off the spearhead. "It won't do you much good now, greenskin!'' The orc simply pulled her ruined spear back and jabbed it forward again, catching the woman in the mid section as she gloated and pinned her against a wall. The strike had hit the human where one of her ovaries. The small sensitive organ was compressed to near popping inside her body. Instantly she fell to her knees in more pain than she previously thought possible.

The blond man screamed and ran, confused and in too much pain to think clearly. He looked to his companions but each was already locked in battle with their own foes. with tears in his eyes he reached his hands down, putting them between the jaws of the angry skull. With great effort he was able to pry its mouth open. A wave of relief washed over him as the pain in his groin temporarily subsided. This was short-lived as the skull bit down again, this time crunching the man's fingers on one hand. Once more he screamed and ran.

Glysh spun the chain attached to the metal weight above her head. The golden order soldier kept his distance, not sure how to battle a foe with this type of weapon. The goblin swung forward the chain wrapping around her foes sword. With a smirk she yanked back as hard as she could. Her smirk vanished when the man kept his grip on his blade. This time he reached a hand forward and grabbed the chain, dragging the goblin closer to him. The smaller greenskin struggled, but found herself being drawn to him. She looked behind the man and found something that would help her. She let go of her weapon, causing the man to stumble backwards. He lost his footing and fell onto his back. Glysh lept up and slammed her ass down on the man's gut. The force of the impact forced all the air from his lungs and he struggled to breathe. She straightened her hand and chopped at the man's neck, knocking him out.

The blonde man tripped and fell on the ground, the pain in his fingers being overwhelming. Panicking he waved his hand in the air, hoping the skull would come off from the force. He looked around frantically and found his salvation. a sizable enough boulder lay on the ground. He reeled his hand back, hoping to break the bone of the skeleton biting him. Kozor saw what the man was planning and let go halfway as he was being swung down, to roll away a few feet unharmed. The man realized this too late, smashing his already injured hand against the stone with a crunch. He simply curled up, defeated.

Kuni swung her axe in a wide arc, keeping the two goons who faced her at bay. "Shall I let you run off and get more friends?" she bellowed, as another swing almost took the head off of one golden order man. The golden order woman stabbed her blade forward, cutting the oni on the hand. She dropped her axe as she reeled in pain. The two humans were emboldened by their strike and moved in. The oni growled in anger and moved in as well, grabbing both of her opponents faces. With all of her strength she threw both of them forward. They both struck the floor on their backs. Kuni ran forward and leapt into the air. She leaned back and extended her elbows to either side of her. The crimson woman slammed down her elbows as hard as she could on both human crotches. With the combination of oni strength and weight both Golden Order troops were reduced to blithering messes. 

Morn gathered her wizard companion and picked him up by the top of his head. "You beat someone's ass when you are only a head. Respect."

"Many thanks, my green friend. Don't suppose you'd let me possess you when I regain my strength?"

"Don't push it." Morn said sternly. "But we still have one baddie here conscious, what should we do with him?"

The three women gathered around the bitten man. He cradled his hand, and sat on his rear, looking pleadingly at the colorful ladies.

"Suppose one quick chop will do him in. I won't mind doing it." Kuni said, hefting her axe on her shoulder.

The goblin stepped in. "You lack creativity. I know something way worse for this dick." 

The human was about to speak, but his speech was cut off as Glysh tossed the metal weight into his groin. The weight itself faintly glowed and soon the man's crotch did as well. 

"Wretched sinner, curse on you until you repent!" the goblin said, with a wicked grin. The bulge in the man's pants seemed to shrink rapidly and flatten out.

The human curled up, holding his aching manhood. It wasn't long until his pained moan turned into panicked yells of "It burns!"

"Did you break something?" Morn asked

"Just his pride." The small greenskin said as she yanked off the human's pants. The three women were greeted by the sight of an embarrassingly small set of dick and balls. "what did you do?" Stammered the blond man

"I cursed you! my weapon has the ability to shrink parts of anatomy" she said with a snicker "and your manhood will remain like this unless you go without misdeed for a whole month. And I can assure you that staying with the Golden Order or helping your pals to try and seek us out again will count as a misdeed."

The skull clattered. "ya know, I died once. It's not too terrible."

Morn held his mouth shut "this is way more cruel."

The goblin moved further into the cave and returned with a gold coin balanced on her sickle. "Here, a little something to further motivate you in the right direction. Now gather your pals and fuck off."

Putting his pants back on he helped his friends limp off.

"Any reason you chose to give him money?" Kuni asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I put a charm on a poisoned mushroom to look like money. He won't realize until about an hour. Dudes gonna have a wicked bad rash soon enough. Besides, I already swiped the coin the rest of the group had when they were down."

Morn laughed. "How would you like to join us on our quest to get the demonic club? We could use someone like you."

The goblin shrugged. "I just wanted it to sell it off. if I hang with you and fight more Golden Dickwads I could for sure make some more cash. I'll tag along until the money dries up."

"Awesome" the skull was able to speak through a small gap in his teeth "we have three flavors of bimbo here."

"Four" Morn said with a smirk, "you're the one who had a dick in his mouth."

Kozor was about to speak, but any smartass words died befor they could leave his mouth. "Fair."

Journeys of Cyrus 3

Some time had passed since Nuri finally became a true warrior. After some celebration she knew it would be back to business as usual. This, of course, ment hard training. She knew better than to complain to her master, but that didn't stop her from wishing for at least one more day of goofing off. Cyrus had felt it was time to introduce a new level to the training. It was something he had done many times in his day. It was going to be hard times, especially for the male.

"You want us to get horny?"

The ebony dragon stuttered, taken a back by the red dragons sudden question. "No, its not-" he collected himself. "I found that denial of one's base desires sharpens the mind and senses. Experiences gained during this time will likewise be more acute. When the fire of passion burns inside the warriors skill truly emerges."

The female didn't follow, thinking that such 'passion' would be a hindrance. Her master had usually been right about these sorts of things so she knew to put her faith in him. Cyrus broke a strange root in half and offered one part to his student. "This is known to set the soul aflame with lust. We must control ourselves and not give in for as long as we can. This includes private affairs."

Nuri chuckled. She did enjoy seeing her master dance around saying crude words like jerking it. She took the root and took a bite. She gagged, the taste being unbearably terrible. Cyrus laughed. She bent over, pulling the vile plant from her mouth.

"You are ment to boil it!" He said between chuckles. 

"Thanks for the heads up." She said as she gave a quick flick to her teachers crotch. 

Nuri hadn't noticed the effects immediately, but she was greatful that the taste was diluted by the water. Within the first night she knew something was different she had woken up in a cold sweat, her crotch damp  with vaginal fluids. She saw that Cyrus was struggling too. He was asleep, but his twitching erection seemed ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. Images flashed in her mind of jumping up and thrusting it deep inside of her. She had to catch herself to stop. She couldn't give in after the first day, Cyrus would never let her live that down. She walked and dunked her head in a nearby cold river to try and dull her passions. Sleeping out of sight of an erect penis helped her relax as well. 

In the following weeks the two trained like usual. The burning desire made focusing on the task at hand neigh impossible. Nuri didn't think Cyrus got flaccid for more than a few hours at the most.

Currently they were focused on endurance training. The black dragon stood over a running river. He was in a low squat. His stones were tied to another set of actual stones. The rocks were in the water and being pulled by the rushing current. He forced himself to maintain this position, ignoring pain and fatigue. Every motion of the river felt as though someone was attempting to sever his gems from his body. The desire to stop this sensation was strong. This wasn't the only desire he had to battle with.

His eyes shifted to the land. Nuri grunted and bent down, her tail swinging on the ground and kicking up dirt. She breathed deep and picked up a large stone. His eyes went wide for a moment seeing her womanhood glisten with sweat and fluids. She lifted the rock above her head and positioned herself on one end of a makeshift see saw. She stood with her legs apart, pussy above one end of a strong stick. She tossed the rock in the air. It slammed down and rocketed the other end of the stick upwards. She grunted and lurched forward. Cyrus saw her struggle and even in his lust filled state flet a beam of pride seeing her resolve. 

This was interrupted by a new jolt of pain in his loins. He turned his attention back to the river. A large piece of debris was snagged on the rocks in the water and making them pull even harder on his nuts. This was not entirely unexpected during this training. He grunted and forced himself to maintain his position. His large muscles flexed and strained at the effort. He grunted as sweat glistened down his body. 

This didn't go unnoticed by Nuri, who was ready to toss the rock she was carrying again. She looked at her master and unconsciously bit her lip. Seeing him covered in sweat and exerting himself like that drove her crazy. She couldn't help but think what he would look like if he were on top of her, his sweat dripping down on her. She tossed the rock, as she had done dozens of times that day without thinking. Only when the wood of the stick shot up into her crotch was she snapped back to painful reality. Being totally unprepared made this hit sting particularly harshly. She bent forward, resting her hands on her knees. She could hear Cyrus yell out not too soon after. "Perhaps we are due for a break."

The two dragons sat down, both equally wide legged. Cyrus face was looking up, carefully studying the clouds as they flew across the sky. Nuri leaned in close "what is it?"

The black dragon was snapped out of his cloud watching and responded "what?"

"You have that look on your face." She said, tilting her head "that look that says 'I'm old and remembering something from the past.' You get that look sometimes and it means a cool story. So spill."

The older dragon felt conflicted about being mocked for his age and having the student be eager to hear his tales. He decided to simply comply with her request. "Its just this sky reminds me of an important day in my life. I remember all of it in such clarity. I didn't think that day would be important to me."

Nuri scooted her butt across the ground to be in front of her master, sensing this story would be a good one. Cyrus continued, almost unaware of his students movement. 

"This was some time ago. I had completed my trials and was recognized as a full warrior. I was with my master and we were traveling back to our tribe after a skirmish with some minotaur. I tell you, you never forget the feeling of hard hoof on your crotch."

Nuri wished to press him on details on that but chose a different line of question. "You never spoke of your master much. Why is that?"

"Ah, I suppose I hadn't. I guess I mostly speak of her deeds rather than her. Its just." He paused for a second, thinking of how to express himself "it feels like I cannot describe her accurately. Looking back I feel like I'm always so far behind her. Even now I feel I have a long ways to go to catch up with her."

Nuri smiled "youre usually good with words, give it your best shot." 

Cyrus rubbed the horns on the back of his head and continued. "She was large. In every sense of the word. She stood a full head taller than me. She had bright red scales, that looked more brilliant than any ruby. Her muscles were harder than steel, and it was rare to see her struggle with any physical task." Cyrus laughed "she often lamented that she could not hold on to any one weapon for too long, as they all break in her hand. Her breasts were sizable, even taking into account her tall stature." Nuri couldn't help but see Cyrus getting erect again, but was unable to think of a sarcastic comment as her own loins were burning hearing about this larger than life figure. 

Without warning she grabbed her masters hands and brought them to her own breasts. His eyes widened at this breifly. Nuri spoke "so compared to mine how busty is she?" The red dragons chest was of a good size and it took a moment for Cyrus to fully process the request. He gulped and let go of his students chest before moving them away slowly. Motioning he outlined what would roughly be double d sized breasts. "And mind you she was about seven feet tall so they are proportional to her."

The younger dragon looked at her own chest and suddenly felt somewhat inadequate. Cyrus leaned back to compose himself. He continued.

"Her horns were long, almost like that of a ram. This is a testament to her long life. I dare say she is probably one of the oldest of our kind who are not divine. That didn't stop her from feeling almost divine to me. When she spoke she spoke with purpose. Her gaze was powerful, with icy blue eyes that can peer through into anyone's sole. Yet there was always a kindness to her. She had such a large heart, always willing to help anyone in need. Sometimes a short quest with her could take substantially longer because some bandits terrorized a small village and we had to root them out. And when she did do battle it was like seeing a old legend brought to life. She cut through a chaotic battlefield like a knife. It was as though she could predict every move her opponent's were going to make before they even had time to think. Of course she still had the dragonic fury. Those who raised her ire were quickly dispatched. The lucky ones were left with broken bones. The less lucky were left with things that don't heal when broken." He said, shifting his legs a bit closer together, undoubtedly remembering a nasty crotch shot someone took.

He continued. "That is what she is like. No matter how hard I try I don't think I can properly convey her to you. She is the one who set me on the path of the warrior. Before she took me under her wing I was unruly, disrespectful to my elders, and would pick a fight with anyone who looked at me wrong. Then she showed me what a dragon could be and I knew I wanted to be just like her. Like I was saying we made our way back to the tribe. She was carrying a stone pillar over her shoulder, her current weapon of choice. I followed her to a blacksmith. One of our finest, responsible for creating many mighty weapons. When she came out I saw her holding a very large blade. It was as long as I am tall. Its brilliance was almost blinding in the direct sunlight. If I had to name it I think I would call it 'a huge fuck off sword'". He said with a smirk. 

Nuri looked over to her masters weapon. "She gave you your sword?"

The older dragon nodded "indeed. I didn't know it just yet. I told her I was happy for her and hoped she wouldn't break it too soon. She smiled and looked down at me. But there was almost a sorrow in her eyes. She then presented the weapon to me. I was excited at this, as it is a very fine weapon, but I couldn't shake the feeling she had more to tell me. I placed the weapon aside and asked what was wrong. I'll never forget what happened next. She told me that I was her student no longer. Of course my heart sank at this, fearing that I had done wrong. But her kind expression quickly dispelled any such notions. Those blue eyes were such a mix of pride and sadness. She trained countless dragons before me, but this must never be easy. She told me that I must be a teacher now. I must go and find those in need and help them to grow like she had done for me. I must be a sheild for those too weak to defend themselves. I must be a light for those lost in the dark. Most of all, a teacher for those who need guidance. Hearing all the faith she had in me caused my eyes to water. I struggled to keep it inside. When she held me in her arms, I'm not ashamed to admit I cried like a child."

Cyrus paused and looked at his student. "No jokes about the big bad dragon crying?"

Nuri smiled wide "No, this is adorable as hell!"

The black dragon felt himself blush. He continued "I was just reminded of that day. Thats why I'm so happy to be training one such as you. I see great potential in you. I swear to you, in front of all the dragonic gods that I will do all I can to help you grow into a warrior like her. I know you have the potential within you."

Nuri was surprised by this. She was expecting a story of him getting his nuts crunched but got an emotional tale along with him gushing about her. Words got stuck in her throat. Instead she expressed herself by hugging her master tight. The emotion of the moment was a bit ruined by her feeling his dick on her thigh. She didn't let that stop her, and looked him in the eye. "I think we rested enough, I'm ready to get back to training."

With renewed vigor the two of them trained and by the time night came both of them where exhausted and very sore. They shared a tent and that tent accumulated all the smells of two people who had a hard workout. Not that either of them disliked this, the smell of sweat only served to push their desires into overdrive. Even if both were tired neither could sleep. They lay awkwardly for a while before Nuri broke the silence. 

"You've done this before. How can you get to sleep when your crotch is in pain and wet?"

Cyrus thought for a moment before speaking "well, the wet part dosnt usually effect me but we can massage the pain away at least."

The red dragon might have pointed out that this would be breaking the rule he set two weeks ago but she didn't care. She rolled over to face the black dragon. They lay next to each other, faces near each others groins. The smell of the others sexes were overwhelming. Tentatively at first they reached out and touched each other. They were both working under the pretense of a helpful massage and nothing more. Nuri gently rubbed her masters massive balls. They were made even bigger by being backed up and abused. She felt him shudder when her hands made contact. She wasn't sure exactly how to massage nuts but she did her best. Judging by the bobbing of his dick she could tell he enjoyed it.

Cyrus reached a hand up and rubbed his students pussy. It was warm to the touch and he could already feel his fingers getting wet. He took great pains to make sure his fingers never went inside, as this was a simple massage. He continued this, almost playing with her vagina lips as he rubbed his fingers across her womanhood.

The two of them continued for a short time before they picked up the tempo. They rubbed faster and both moaned louder. The black dragons dick bobbed, almost begging to be touched. Likewise the red dragons vagina was almost sucking in the males fingers. They still held firm to their training.

This wasn't ment to be as Cyrus balls tightened and he shot his seed across and into the belly of his student. She Likewise yelled out loudly as she climaxed, coating the males hand in her juices. They lay there for a moment, panting and trying to collect themselves. "Does this count as us failing the training?" Asked Nuri. 

Cyrus rolled onto his back. "It dosnt feel like we failed."