Black Dragon Family

I held my eyes on the outskirts of the city. Sitting peacefully in my room. Maroon covered the interior, the carpet, furniture, even the drapes that softly touched my skin after a gust of wind would blow through. Pale white ghosts had taken over the city, always they had at night being the Kings watchful eyes as most of the Black Dragon guards took to their homes to sleep.
"A servant comes for you." A ghost said slithering through the wall and across my room. From closer they were fearful, one mood set each of them, and their face took that emotion and so did their tone. Some were angered who seeked revenge on any that intruded the city late at night in search to kill our King, my Father. King Rhen Lord of the Black Dragons.
A knock came to the door. "Master Darrin, King Rhen summons you to his throne." A frightened servants voice said.
"I'll be down momentarily." I spoke taking another glimpse out the window. Hastily moving down the deathly cold halls of the castle, I met my dragon brother Thera, who looked exactly like his Father. My father had married and had children through multiple women, which then later he slaughtered unsatisfied with their commitment. Each of my brothers and sister had different powers, Theras of course were same as our Fathers, fore he was the oldest and first born. While I was the third child, I was gifted with the blood of a werewolf and dragon. My senses were heightened much greater then the rest of the family. Then there was Morei, delicate and beautiful sister who was the second oldest in the family, gifted as a vampire. She gained cruelty like my Father had and was merciless against anyone who came against her. Fortunate for me, I was the better fighter and she knew it. Finally there was Brendon, born with the blood of a Dragonkin, half man half dragon. Becoming a powerful beast, yet not the smartest. Luckily for me, I enjoyed the movements of a swift and quick death, quickly thinking through fast motions before striking my opponent.
Black collumns lead the way to our Fathers throne room, the doors sealed shut with giant iron doors. Up ahead Brendon waited alone listening closely. "What do you think Father wants?" Thera asked as we neared. Thera held the form of a dragon, a sleek and built body, with red eyes like our father. His snout was long and about nail sized jagged teeth stuck out of his snout. He stood at about seven feet in height, taller then my average six foot. A small black dragon tail touching the floor behind him. He had no wings though, only a select few of the Black Dragons did. They were raised as hunters, also given a thin and flexible body like a snake.
I only shrugged unsure myself. "Not a clue, he's been acting strange though hasn't he?"
"Yes he has." Thera and I approached the door and fell silent, listening along with Brendon. "What's been going on so far?"
Brendon only shrugged. "I can't hear, you've missed most of the conversation though Darrin, maybe you can pick off whatever they're talking about." Brendon generally had the same features as Thera, aside from his more human like figure and a more stubby tail, he had red eyes, black dragon skin and snout. Brendon was more built then Thera was, the Dragonkin were always fierce in size, but not always the brightest of races. I fell silent, all eyes went to me as I listened.
They were talking about the era to the throne, buisness I knew would come up sooner or later. Right now, Morei was being told off stating that it was unlikely she would become the next era. Generally because she was female. Everyone new it, as long as the males were still inline, she would be last to serve.
"So... anything?" Brendon asked curiously watching me. I only shook my head listening more. Father started again... He was giving Morei a mission... I was reciting his words to my brothers. Morei, you know what lies North of the dark forest that surrounds our haven. I want the head of the legend told Yeti that roams the North endlessly. The legends there speak of his brute force taking the lives of many in small villages.

'But Father what purpose does getting this head do?' Morei was speaking.

'The head will symbolize strength, that the Black Dragons will always triumph through battle. Now go... Remember Morei, you may not be getting this crown, but your life is worth just as much as my other children be careful daughter. Send Darrin in... and before you do tell him to mind his own buisness.'
Brendon and Thera bursted out laughing as they backed away from the door. I rolled my eyes in stupidity realizing what I've done and waited for Morei's feet to reach the door. The doors opened and Morei's red eyes were on me. She had the form of a human like me, but was more elegant and graceful with her movements. The pale skin that covered her body made her the one to stick out from the rest of the family. At least from Brendon and Thera, I had to be in my werewolf form for her to differ, as my skin wasn't tan, but at least darker then white. Her red lips hid the vampiric fangs she got from her mother and the young ageless face left every man speechless. "I'm sure you heard Father already." Yet she recieved the harsh personality from dad.

I scratched the back of my head. "Yeah, good luck Morei." Her cold hands came down on my chest pushing me back. We all laughed and I entered, the iron doors bolting shut behind me.

"You're lucky you're my favorite." Were the words of my Fathers. His voice deep and fearful to most of the servants in the castle. The room was pitch black, but my golden eyes had adapted quickly, revealing the outline of the room and the dark colors slowly came after. My Father was at the opposite end of the room, sitting upon his black throne. I remembered it being marble, having to speak with him many times in the past. Boiling red eyes were all that was visible for me at the moment. Large columns held up the high ceiling on the sides and a single carpet was all that lead to his throne.

I bowed in respect and sat down before him."What do you need Father?"

"I'm sure you heard something about whom the era to my crown will be." He cleared his throat. "It's definetly not Morei, I'm sure you're aware of that, I will not have my sons be below my daughter."

I nodded. "I'm guessing you have somewhere for me to go as well then to prove my self?"

He laughed. "No, have you not realized it, you're the era to my crown Darrin..."

I was shocked, I swore I had over heard my Father and his Counselor talking of this before. "Me, but I'm not even the oldest of the family. You're going to make Brendon and Thera hate me."

"No, they wont, like Morei, I have somewhere for them to be. I'm sure they've figured out that you'll become king anyhow. I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out already. Haven't you realized your potential, the way you are, how you act when around your siblings, your dominating ways. You're more then perfect to become king Darrin, an image of your old man, it's all very obvious."

I couldn't argue with what most he had said, several times I was told the way I acted was like my father even if I didn't look like him. "Then what am I to do while everyone else is away?"

"You're staying here with me. I have duties for you here."

No... oh God no, please, why me, why'd I have to be the one he picked... Why couldn't he just have followed the age down. Thera was meant to be king not me. "Father, there's got to be something that I can do. I dont want to just sit around and do nothing." I argued.

"You will have my duties, I am going to mold you into the king I want you to be!" There was tension in his voice, I could already see that he noticed how I felt about becoming king.

If I became king, it took away my freedom to fight outside the kingdom. I didnt want that, I desired the outside world. "Give the crown to somone else."

His eyes narrowed burning with fire. "You will not deny my word Darrin!"

"I am not going to let my talents go to waste! I belong outdoors, not stuck in a black castle where my children can barely lay eyes on me!" I knew my mistake right away, my Father caught the insult and growled snapping his fingers.

The room became lit, torches on the columns suddenly bursting with fire. He sat upon his black stone throne, his head that of a dragon but carrying the figure of a human, a large human. Two white fangs stuck out of his snout while his mouth was closed, while the other two dozen or so razor sharp teeth hid themselves. I've seen him tear the head from the body with his powerful jaws and shatter the skull between his lips. He had a rather large snout, capable of smelling his victims from hundreds of feet away. His height was massive, a foot or two taller then my average six foot height, but he had a built body that fitted into it. He had the skin of a black dragon, scales hard as steel large muscles covering his entire body, except his stomach, where the hard abdomen muscles were covered in a thick layer of dragon skin. His neck down to his arms were the largest in size, I could see the veins struggling to break through the hard skin in his neck as his anger started to rise. He had the appearance of a fat but built dragon, crushing his opponents with a single blow once he got hold of you. For some reason I found my father very attractive, the voice he used, his lean figure, even his breath was intoxicating. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't keep myself from thinking about him. I loved the way he said my name, out of anger or love, both ways sent strange chills through my body.

He snorted releasing fear into my body. "You ARE, and WILL be the next king of my city!"

I revolted standing to my feet. "No, I will not, Thera wants the crown not I!"

"THATS ENOUGH!" His voice boomed shaking the room. "Come here." He growled. I hesitated my eyes seeing the razor black talons tapping his arm chair. "NOW!" His voice startled me, bringing me fourth in fear. He grasped my hair and pulled me close to his chest. I struggled against him attemping to pry him off with my own claws but he was too strong. "Now listen... You are the era to my throne, and the child I was always so fond of. If I didnt know your brothers were just outside, I would have made you mine here and now." I felt my cock hardening at the tone of his voice, loving his dominance, yet deep inside I wanted to tear his hand from his arm. "You will take this crown when I pass, and you will wear it with pride!" He tugged on my hair. "Do I make myself clear!" I struggled to nod, tears welting in my ears. "Good, now tell Thera to enter after you!" He threw me from his chair and I went sprawling across the marble floor. "Wipe away the tears, you're going to be king! You do not show weakiness!"

I wiped them away and ran out forcing open the bolted doors. "Thera," Was all I said sniffing, the redness in my eyes catching their attention.

"Darrin, are you okay?" Thera asked looking into the black room. I ran past unanswering and fled to my room sobbing into my pillows as the white ghosts circled my bed, feasting on my sorrow. I wanted to be alone, and not even the ghosts could understand that, if there was somewhere for me to just leave the world behind, I would have found it already.

"Why does Master Darrin cry?" A soft familiar tone spoke. It was one of the ghosts I managed to become friends with her name was Sister, or thats was what I called her. She stood at the end of the bed hovering over the sheets a gloom expression on her face.

"My Father wants me to be king." I said smuggly wiping away my tears again.

She cocked her gloom expression." Isn't that a good thing?"

"For him yes," I cleared my clogged throat. "I dont want to be king, he still has his hundred years of life, I dont know why he's discussing this all of the sudden." Her ghostly form lingered to my bedside and sat herself on a small table kicking her feet like an infant. I couldn't tell if she was a child or not, she had the appearance of a small girl, but was smarter than I was.

"Well, doesnt your daddy need somone to watch over the throne after he dies?"

"Yes," I nodded following her as she lifted into the air again. "But he has Thera who's the oldest of the throne, and he's even a Black Dragon he fits the spot even more."

"But why dont you want to be king, you're a Black Dragon too you know?" I shrugged and fell quiet. "Come on, tell me, I know there's a reason." Her figured twirled through the air.

"Well," I hesitated. "I dont want to be king I want to taste the open air of wilderness, I want to fight against the other Dragons and races of the world. Being stuck in this castle wont be very fun."

She only giggled. "Why fight when you can command others to do what you want?"

"Because I want to taste the blood of my enemies. I want to feel my teeth rip through the skin on my victims body."

She shuddered that time making me smile. "That sounds awful." I laughed at her words.

"Hey, do you think you could do something for me?" From below I could hear the shouting of my Father. "Do you think you could spy on my Brother and Father while they're talking? I want to know what he's giving Thera as a task." She smiled and twirled her body through the air before disappearing through the floor.

I waited in patience from then pondering on what my Father had said to he'd make me his. Did he know that secretly I fell for him, that I wanted him and knew it was wrong? I couldn't help myself, everything I tried to do to prevent it failed against me. I was loosing to my own will. Every moment I let think about him, the more I wanted to feel his body against mine. I bit my lip in rage making it bleed and threw a powerful fist into my bed.

Sister was gone for awhile, I hoped that my Father didn't catch her. He was the only other one that could manipulate them like I could. Why I called her Sister, I didnt know, the name just felt right since Morei couldn't fill that spot.

I couldn't help but get my Father out of my head, the way he licked me with his tongue, it felt so great against my body. Especially when he slid it down the length of my throat. My cock hardened again, but I couldn't fight it, he had me seduced. My hands fell to my cock and I slowly stroked the length siging in pleasure.

Then the head of Sister appeared a great big grin of sin over her face. Thank god they were blind and relied on the emotion they craved to find their ways. "Your daddy is sending Thera off to the East. He said something about fighting the ancient beast to prove his manhood."

"What were they yelling about?"

She thought back. Though Poes were easy to manipulate, they weren't entirely reliable. It was hard for them to focus on more than one thing. "Oh yes!" She snapped over joyed. "They were fighting over you."

"... More?"

"Thera asked why you were crying after you left, he watches over you, you know." My God, she was so sweet, but when I needed her to do something, getting information back was helpless. I had to squeeze it out of her.

"Sister, what did my Father say?"

"He said... actually he just yelled at the top of his lungs, it was very frightening." My hand meet my face in a loud slap. This was going now where.

"Please, just tell me what they said, why was Thera asking about me, and how did my Father respond."

She giggled again. "I told you, Thera asked why you were crying and then your Daddy said something about Thera needed to leave you alone and that buisness between the two of you was private. Which was why he took the both of you in seperately."

Finally. "Thankyou Sister, now go see what he's talking about with Brandon." She happily vanished and I went quiet again returning to the window seal. Many minutes passed, I didn't hear shouting or anything. Brendon was the one frightened of our Father, I knew he wouldn't dwell into the same topic as Thera had.

Suddenly Sister flew through the floor franticaly panicing. "He saw me... saw me! RUN! He wants you, eek!" She flew through my window seal and disappeared into the city.

Great, Father would summon me and the pain would follow after that. I waited listening for the quick feet of a Black Dragon servant to come scrambling up to my door, say his message and flee in fear.

"A servant comes for you." One of the ghosts said poking his head through the door way and then becoming nothing but smoke.

I readied myself waiting for that knock on the door. Here it comes, the quick foot steps running up the stairs. Then the knock. "Master Darrin- Y... Your- King Rhen wants you immediatley!" His voice was feared half to death, I smiled as an image of my Father shouting at the top of his lungs over the small servant appeared in my head. Then laughed as I saw the servant go crashing down the stairs.

I knew leaving when told would keep my Father's punishment to his minimum. Descending back down the stairs and to the hallway that lead to the great doors, I paused for a moment and closed my eyes. With a single deep breath I stepped forward, the iron doors sliding open and slamming shut behind me, the latches of the doors locking and darkness embracing me.

A snap, and the room was lit my Father sitting on his throne and watching me with cruel eyes. "Now I've gotten sick of your snooping Darrin. Manipulate the Poes to do what you want... but do not use them against me." A dark smile appeared. "You're becoming even more like me." He used his tone of dominance, irritating me. Everything he would say now would enrarge me and he knew it.

"You called for me?" I couldn't let his voice get to me.

"Come here." And the pain would start, I hesitated for a moment and he shouted. "COME HERE!" I moved slowly to him his blood red eyes narrowed in anger. He took hold of my hair again bringing me close to his body. Something about him was different, he had a thicker odor, a sweet smell to it that messed with my mind. His hand went to my head yanking me closer and as I waited for a hard fist I felt soft lips. I was confused at first and tried pulling away but he had me in his grip already bringing me closer. His tongue was forcing it's way through dancing over mine and starting the unlit passion inside. I knew this was wrong, but he continued leaving me breathless with his kisses. My cock was hardening pressing against his stomach. He looked down noticing the new pressure against his stomach and raised an eyebrow. "What have we here?" He tore the pants from my leg revealing my fully erect muscle. He took it in hand rubbing my sack raising my excitement "Aw... Are you enjoying yourself?" My cheeks went red as his hand took my cock in hand and gently stroked it. I couldn't help but moan falling into his chest and feeling his cock rise beneath me. We kissed again, sending explosions of pleasuring energy all throughout our bodies, my cock throbbed as my Father growled in my ear. Eagerly he dragged his tongue up and down my shoulders and around my neck, snorting in lost concious.

I felt my own eagerness rising, and the throbbing of his cock beneath me. Letting my hands and body slide down his chest I eagerly took hold of his thick dragon cock, that had begun to drip precum. It was beautiful in size, much greater then I knew what I could down. "Take it son." He huskily said rubbing his hands through my hair. Taking the head of his cock in I slushed my tongue around dipping it in and out of the small pink crevice. "My God Darrin... you're tongue is... amazing." I was curious if he was enjoying that, what would happen if I used my werewolf tongue? His hands massaged my head, combing back the hair. I didn't know if he already knew, but my head was my sexual tension, raising my to full attention. I felt him thrust against my throat making me gag, as drips of precum slipped down my throat. The taste was exotic, and had a strange sweetness to it, feeling simply delicious as it slithered into my stomach.

Soon I was lost in my own lust, taking down his cock further and further. My hands stroked the rest of the length as he grunted in pleasure. He moaned out loud and took me by the hair again, running his finger tips through as he thrusted deeper and deeper into my throat. "Darrin... You're getting close! Take it all, dont disappoint me!" I knew what he meant, and was ready for it, I wanted to taste it again, the addictivness he had deep in him. Moving my hands faster and faster he moaned clawing the arm chairs on his throne and shouting in pulled me from his cock and I pouted wanting to taste the succulent pink flesh.

Suddenly we were on the rug, and the warmth of his tongue took me by surprise as it wrapped around my cock. I moaned stretching out my arms for his thighs bringing myself back over his man meat. He rolled himself on top of me and I cringed in pleasure as he brought me faster then I could him, and soon I cried out in ecstasy as I came inside him. For a moment I couldn't move as burst after burst ran down his throat leaving me in a breathless spent daze. He drained me for what I was worth, occasional thrusts shooting small loads. I wanted him now, knew that I couldn't get away without him, my mouth sucked on the thick head piece while my hands worked the rest. I could hear him panting, and the beating of his heart excellerating as he neared. His deep thrusts returned and a deep growl rumbled in his throat.

"D..Darrin!" He warned his breath deeper. I could see the weariness in his eyes, he was very close... I moved my hands faster slipping my tongue in and out of the crevice that carried his delectable. Then I felt it, a small spurt of the liquid hit the back of my throat. Seconds after he howled in bewildered satisfaction and released his immense amount of cum, filling my mouth and sending trails of white down my chin as I tried to take down what I could. The roar seemed to trigger me as well as I felt my cock throb and release another load inside his mouth

I fell back heavily breathing, being pulled up into his chest. He smothered me in kisses all along the neck and eventually the mouth where he sucked my tongue mixing the tastes of our cum. "How was it?" He asked snuggling his snout against my cheek.

I studdered wordless."It was... amazing" I managed to say savouring the mixture. "H...How did I do?"

He smiled laughing and licking my face. "Not bad for your first time... Now get some rest."

"Was this my punishment?"

He shook his head. "No... tomorrow. Now get some rest."

I nodded. "I... love you." The words came out awkward.

"I love you too son." He kissed my forehead and motioned me to leave. I stumbled from his throne, trying to follow the carpet. He laughed behind me. "Hey!" He called as I made it to the door. "Changing forms might be better for the both of us." His eyes moved to my lower body and I followed them now laughing. He had torn the pants from my legs, and all that was exposed was my now soft cock. With a quick mental focus my body ripped into it's canine form, and the clothes tore from my body dropping to the throne floor. Giving one final farewell I gathered up my shreded clothing, and shared an innocent smile. He smiled back in love as I disappeared from the throne room and returned to mine. Exhaustion suddenly took me when I forced open my doors and I collapsed into slumber.