Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 13 - Aftershock by Kirkmenistan
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same rule as last tie folks. another ten before i upload the other chappie i have in containment, and it' a biggie!
P.S. SMUT WARNING!
There was uproar in the den. Nothing short of it. Many large, fattened dragons who had grown weak and greedy over the rule of the alpha did not like change. They did not like this young one casting them out of their homes. However, that was rather difficult when he was breathing fire hot enough to kill, while they could just about make a stone yellow hot let alone white hot.
Jet was cleaning up his clan, the inhabitants of the large caverns would need a shake down. Those who were lazy and weak were removed, for their benefit or destruction. They would soon return to their proper proportions during the winters of exile. Those who had strength remained, but were given duties that involved constant activity. Expanding the cave was one of these duties. Good resistance training for their fire. Others were hunting for gold and other treasures in the molten glop that was left behind. If something different was found, it was brought to a scholar who would decide if the item was of worth, it's founding location was noted and others commenced to search for more.
It was this way that several tons of gold were discovered. It was removed and shaped by those with spare time into things that pleased the dragon's eye. Depictions of fights to the death, of victors and the vanquished.
Unlike the old leader, all were allowed to mate, so long as the female was willing and they had the means to look after the hatchlings. Soon hundreds of little ones populated the caves. The old nursery was reopened; it had been dismantled before, apparently due to the fact that the old alpha couldn't stand the sound of their screeching. Jet didn't mind.
New Claws, Fangs, and Fire's were born. New warriors and scholars. All for the clan.
When Jet was exploring the enclosure, 'patrolling his lands' the Elder jokingly called it, he passed by his old cave. He felt an urge to explore it further. Oddly enough the seven fiery daggers left behind by the charred goblin corpses were not destroyed by Jet's rock melting fire.
Jet's special vision saw their inner fires blaze powerfully as he approached them, but they diminished as he walked away. This was an interesting development. He would have to explore this further. Jet began to confer with the scholars often about this conundrum. The oldest, who was partially senile and had seen much much more than he should have seen, describing himself as 'older than the hills', said that it was similar to older wizard's wand and how they claimed allegiance to the victor. With goblins being a violent race, death would transfer the control of their artefacts to him.
When he was not flying or occupied by the scholars, his time was filled with other important things. For one Redclaw had become gravid during the winter. She was soon due to lay her eggs. She was quite touchy at the moment, and having fifty or so females clambering for her to accept that female into Jet's mating group didn't help. Redclaw was quite smug with the power she held over the masses, but she didn't feel like sharing Jet any more just now.
Besides, Silence was enjoying her time with the beast of a male, if the cries of earth-shattering pleasure were anything to go by.
Smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut smut
The thin, supple dragoness known as Silence was currently enjoying perhaps one of the best moments of her life. She was continually being crushed into the ground in the most delightful way, Jet's long hard organ pumping through her centre. The feelings that he gave her…
Mind shattering
Her legs had ceased to listen to her brain, collapsing to the ground. Jet simply shifted his position and returned to fucking the dragon in front of him into so much as a dribbling pile of goo; having long since grown used to his mates collapsing on him. She felt his breath on her ears, his fangs lightly nibbling the tips. His tongue caressing the small patch of uncovered skin behind them.
And the total control that he had over her. She was right on the edge, he must have known. If her fluttering centre had anything to do with it. She growled with annoyance as he slowly backed off. No, she wanted it now!
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Jet slowly backed off. He knew she was close, he knew she wanted this badly, but he was being kept by himself on the very precipice, one deep drive and he would be done for. The slow, even small strokes allowed him to return to control whilst keeping Silence on the verge of her own release. When he knew he could take it, he thrust deeply once more.
His organ rammed into her barrier, she roared with pleasure. Her entire being jerking this way and that. Her maw opening and closing. Her barrier fluttering excessively. The entire head of jet's organ slipped in before it clamped down on the intruder, and did it feel good. Roaring with his mate, the sudden change of tightness forced him to release. Shot after shot poured into her womb as they left the world for their own reality.
With Jet still trapped inside Silence refused to let go; she had the one she wanted, and she s content to stay like this for as long as was possible.
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Jet was spending a great amount of time with the Elder without her though. Redclaw enjoyed those moments, flying with him and his teacher, she couldn't at the moment though. Having a belly full of eggs did hell to your weight distribution. That and an overly paranoid father after the happenings of last year.
He always allocated guards to watch the entrance. If the water moved without them seeing anything, that looked like anything but dragon… flame it. Simple orders that would make a world of difference. They had not been disturbed by the tiny things since last winter, and it was rather embarrassing really that none of them had smelt it before. Most of the dragon's heads were sheltered from the outside world to keep them warm.
Bless her stupid, overprotective, and slightly paranoid mate.
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Jet, the Elder and the Scholar were spending a lot of time working on his human form. The Scholar was pleasantly surprised at Jet's secret, but he did say that it made some sense with the goblin daggers after all. Granted he could change into a human without any difficulties, it was just the state of the human form that bothered Jet. It was still rather strong, for a human, and he did enjoy the feel of his fire within him, but it wasn't as powerful as it was with the dragon. The first thing he wanted to do was find some form of armour. His human skin was pitifully weak, and if he were to enter the wizarding world, he would need to be clothed.
The Elder knew about curing dragon hides. He didn't speak of how he knew to cure the hide of his own kind. Jet guessed that he saw some rather horrible thing in the goblin caverns. The Elder's eyes always drifted when he was talking about curing the hides. He didn't enjoy talking about it, that much was obvious.
Soon they had collected scraps of hide from any challengers to Jet's position. The little thing was only just over seven years old, how could he rule? Yet rule he did. With a harsh yet not undeserving claw. The scraps had a particularly special meaning to Jet. They were created from the skin that covered the dragon's snout. This was the most expressive part of the dragon, hence the smallest scales, allowing for the greatest freedom of movement. That and the fact that it was tough. If a dragon head butted something, that skin took all the impact and came back ready for more.
Jet wanted to use the tendons from the dragon to bind the scraps together, yet they just didn't do it right. He could see the tiny patches of fire within each scrap of hide. The residual fire from the days the skin guarded the dragon's brain.
While searching for a tendon or an equivalent natural binding, he saw fire glowing strongly within this latest foe, mainly from his heart.
Gently slicing it open, he saw the fiery strands of tiny tendons. Perfectly sized to bind the scraps together.
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Jet liked his new cloak. The patches of skin were cut so that they could rest against each other evenly. Covering the best amount of space with the least effort. The heart tendons made a massive improvement. The fire no longer remained alone in each skin; it flowed along the heart tendons through the cloak. It was a nimbus of fire flowing through the entire thing.
When Jet tested his cloak by attempting to drive through it with his sharp talons, he watched with interest as the fire congregated at the area where his claw attempted to puncture his handiwork. When he removed his talon, nothing was awry with the cloak. It was completely unblemished.
Jet grinned, this would work well.
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Soon Jet was standing in his human form covered with his multicoloured dragon hide armour.
His entire body apart from his face was covered with dragon skin armour. His cloak had a headpiece added to it, created from the arching piece of skin where the dragons neck met the head. It covered his face rather well, and he grinned as his green eyes glowed through the darkness.
Soon he had combined all of the pieces of the armour with strips of the heart tendon. Granted it was difficult to put on, but it was worth it when he fitted everything.
He was pleased with his work. When he showed it to the elder and scholar however, he was hit with a mild roadblock.
q73; Very nice Jet, but what happens when you grow in this form? D
Jet bashed his head into the wall, only to pull back, dazed. His old go-to habit for stress relief, aside from Red and Silent, was a bad idea in human form. Duly noted. He settled for sighing; back to the drawing board.
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