by John Evans
Per smiled back and saw her flinch a little bit. Alana might be used to his green hair and violet eyes, but she never could get comfortable with Per’s oversized canine teeth. He gave her a mock glare. Alana snorted before turning her pony around to head towards the forest. Per quickly mounted Koth and followed after her.
The forest was dark and cool with very little underbrush. The thick carpeting of leaves on the ground muffled the hoof beats of the horses and the trees towered above them in a dark green canopy as birds flitted through the branches.
“How long do you think it will take us to ride through this place?” Karlto asked Pawl, who was riding next to him.
“A couple of days, at least,” replied Pawl.
Per revised that estimate upwards as he remembered the vast expanse he had seen yesterday. He also noticed that they were traveling uphill.
It was two days later when Per sat up in his blankets in the middle of the night. Uneasy and breathing hard, his hand gripped the hilt of Dorgeth. Karlto was on guard, walking around the perimeter, and everyone else was asleep their bedroll. Per stared around trying to figure out what had awakened him.
“I say, old boy. You alright?” Karlto asked Per, walking over to him.
“I don’t know,” said Per. “Something woke me up.”
“I haven’t seen or heard anything,” said Karlto. “Maybe it was just a bad dream.”
Per felt the feeling fade. “No, it was too strong,” he said. “It’s gone now. Why don’t you go ahead and get some sleep. It’s almost time for my watch anyway.”
“I say, that’s right nice of you to give me an extra five minutes of sleep,” said Karlto, stone-faced. He then cracked a smile and laughed. “Thank you, Per. Wake me if you get that feeling again.”
After another three days, the group came upon a large clearing in the forest. It stretched for about two miles in front of them before the forest restarted again at the base of snow-capped mountains that surged upward. The trees extended three-quarters of the way up the mountains before petering out to rocky shale and snow.
“By the Gods!” intoned an awed Octavia. “Have you ever seen anything so majestic?”
“I think the sight is worth the misery we had to get here,” said Per, looking up at the towering peaks.
“Watch out!” Alana warned Per. “I see a poet lurking in that soul of yours.”
“Must be on my mother’s side,” said Per. “To ogres, poets are just good thing to eat.”
They was decided to camp where they were so they could see the sun set behind the mountains. As they ate their dinner, the rays beamed between the peaks, turning the sky a fiery red before fading away. Afterwards, they set up the guard routine and went to bed.
Per snapped awake in the middle of the night with an overpowering feeling of cold. He yanked Dorgeth from its sheath and stared around wildly. He quickly realized noticed that no one was standing guard. Karlto and Pawl were asleep in their bedrolls, but that Octavia and Alana’s beds were empty. Per looked around and just caught sight of them before they walked out of range of his infravision. He jumped up and ran after them.
When he was within fifty yards of them, he heard a sibilant voice hissing in front of him. “Come, my dears. I am your friend. Trust me. I’ll take care of you and we can travel to my den. You want to see it. Come, I’ll take you there.”
Per had to stop and shake his head to disperse the need to obey the voice. Mentally driving off the rest of the compulsion, he looked up to see that Alana and Octavia had moved out of his infravision again. He felt cold coming from his sword. He drew in a breath and advanced cautiously.
Creeping forward slowly, hefroze at the sight in front of his eyes. A small white dragon, its scales gleaming dully in the moonlight, was crouched before him. Cold seemed to radiate from the beast and Per felt fear rise up in his throat, almost choking him. It had to be at least twenty feet long from snout to the tip of the tail. His fear changed to panic as he saw Alana and Octavia sitting on its back, holding on to the spiky protrusions running down the dragon’s spine.
Per took an involuntary step backwards and, in that instant, the dragon’s head snapped around. He found himself pinned under the gaze of two serpent eyes. With a roar, a powerful thrust of his legs, and a blast of air from his wings, the dragon launched himself upwards as Per scrambled backwards.
As Per raced back to the camp, he could hear the beat of wings above him. The sound seemed to be getting louder. Without even slowing, Per reached down and yanked up Karlto and Pawl, dragging them into the forest.
“Shit! I...” snarled Pawl before Per clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth.
“Quiet!” hissed Per.
A loud clap of air sounded above the campsite and a blast of frost bit and stung at the men as they hunkered down behind the trees. A second blast of frost followed the first, chilling the men even more. Per heard the beating of leathery wings disappear into the distance and crawled to the forest’s edge to take a look. The entire campsite was coated in ice and frost. In the distance, the dragon was flying towards a pass between two mountains.
“What in the Shades was that?” exclaimed Pawl, looking in astonishment at the camp.
“A white dragon,” gasped Per. “You know those feelings I had, Karlto? I think it was Dorgeth trying to tell me that the dragon was near.”
“Where’s Octavia?” asked Karlto, looking around desperately. “And Alana?”
“The dragon carried them away,” said Per. “I think it put a spell on them. They climbed onto its back before it flew away.”
“A spell-using dragon is bad news,” said Pawl. “How big was it?”
"About twenty feet."
"It sounds like a young one then," stated Pawl. "What do we do now?"
“See what we can salvage,” said Per, getting to his feet. “Then go find the girls. Karlto, go check on the horses. Good thing we had them far enough back in the woods to escape most of the dragon’s breath.”
“Think we have any chance of defeating this monster?” asked Karlto.
“A better chance than Alana and Octavia have with no armor or weapons.”
“Quite right,” agreed Karlto, who left to check on the horses.
Thankfully, almost everything in the camp was salvageable once it was thawed out. The horses were uninjured, only frightened by the dragon. In the morning, Per, Karlto and Pawl headed towards the mountain pass without saying a word.
They made good time at first, but the higher they went, the more rugged the terrain became. They followed the ridgelines and took switchbacks, always heading for the pass. As they approached it late in the day, the trees began to thin out and the air became noticeably colder.
“I think we’re going to have to halt, old boy,” said Karlto as they looked up at the darkening pass.
“I know,” said Per. “I don’t like it, but... I...”
“What is it?” asked Pawl, seeing Per stare intently up the pass.
“Someone’s coming down the pass,” answered Per, “and not too steadily.”
The three of them watched the person descend. The figure stumbled, fell, got up, and fell again. As he got closer, Per could see that it was a man dressed in battered scalemail with a dented helmet. A scimitar hung off his wrist by the lanyard. The man finally fell and rolled down the incline until he hit a tree.
Per and the others rushed over. He was a young man of about twenty with brown hair. His armor had taken a beating and his sword was nicked in several places.
“Gods!” exclaimed Karlto. “His arm is like ice!”
Per reached over and felt the man’s left arm. It was indeed icy-cold. He looked at the man’s face and saw that his lips were blue. Per rubbed his finger over the scalemail and was rewarded with a coating of frost.
“I think the dragon attacked him,” said Per, starting to unbuckle the man’s armor. “If he is to survive, we have to get him warm.”
“A fire? Here?” said a startled Pawl. “The dr
agon will see it for sure.”
“He’s our best chance for finding the other two,” explained Per. “We’ll just have to screen the fire so the dragon does not see it.”
They set up camp in a dense grove of trees. Per bent the treetops down and lashed them together to make a dome. With extra tree boughs on the side, the dome was secure. Per lit a small fire inside and then went outside. No light was visible, so Per brought the man in. Karlto wrapped the man up in blankets and prayed to Zaius. About an hour or so later, he came out and walked over to where Per and Pawl were sitting.
“Zaius granted me some healing power, so the man is better, but still not perfect. He’s asleep now. We can talk to him in the morning, old boy.”
Per slept little that night. He was worried about Alana and Octavia, and he feared the stranger might die before telling them what he knew. Of course, he also worried that they would find the dragon and that it would kill them all. It was not until the wee hours of the morning that Per finally fell asleep.
The next morning, the stranger was awake and, although he stiffened at the sight of Per, he hid his apprehension behind a façade of calm indifference.
“My name is Jagar,” he said. “This beast has terrorized the surrounding country for years. I thought I was good enough to kill him. I spent weeks locating his den and, just as I was ready to attack, I was outwitted and surprised.
“What happened?” asked Karlto.
“I was sneaking up on his den when a woman with short black hair appeared in front of me. She was buck-ass naked with the biggest set of boobs I’ve ever seen. She put her hands under those massive jugs and shook them up and down. I just stood there, mesmerized by all that jiggling tit flesh. Luckily, she looked over my shoulder, which warned me. I dodged to the side, just avoiding getting clawed by the dragon. I swung at him, but all my sword did was bounce off his scales. The dragon hit me with his body as he flew by and I got all battered and bruised rolling down the mountainside.
“I scrambled around and found a hiding place between a fallen tree and a rock pile. It was barely big enough for my body, but I was hidden. The dragon must have heard me ‘cause it hovered about thirty feet above where I was hiding. The dragon opened its mouth and blasted out a breath of freezing cold. By Aretes, it was cold! The log protected most of my body, but my left side took the brunt of it. I don’t know what happened after that.”
“The dragon must not of known where you were. Otherwise, it would have killed you,” said Per. “Is the dragon’s den near here?”
“If you go almost to the top of the pass, on the right hand side, you’ll see a draw,” Jagar told them. “Follow the draw upward. It ends at a ledge. A couple of hundred feet around the ledge is a cave. That’s his lair.”
“Thank you,” said Per. “The woman you saw is part of our group. She was taken by the dragon, along with a female halfling. The dragon must have them under some sort of spell.”
"We’ll have to be careful,” said Jagar, rising stiffly to his feet. “Under a spell or not, they're still helping the dragon.”
“We?” questioned Per. “Are you planning on coming with us?”
“I’m not at one hundred percent, but it beats staying down here,” said Jagar. "Besides, I want a chance to see those amazing jugs again.”
“That's the spirit, old chap," said Karlto. "It's nice to know you pray to Aretes, the God of War, but don’t be watching Octavia's tits when you should be stabbing the dragon."
“Never fear. Dragon first, women second.”
The four men headed up the pass. Jagar quickly led them to the draw where they hobbled their horses and pack mules. Per took his halberd along with Dorgeth. Jagar had his scimitar and Karlto his flail. Pawl looked totally unprepared, carrying only a dagger, but Per knew that his magic more than made up for his lack of fighting skills.
They climbed up the draw without incident, reaching a ledge that was several yards wide and curved around the face of the mountain. As quietly as they could, they made their way along the ledge until they came within sight of the cave. They took off their packs and hid them behind some rocks.
Per motioned for the others to stand still. He then sneaked up to the entrance to the dragon's lair and carefully looked in. Seeing no danger, he motioned for the others to join him.
“I can cast a light spell,” whispered Pawl as they left daylight behind.
“Keep it ready,” Per told him. “Let’s see if we can’t get closer before warning him that we are here. I can see well enough for now to get us to where we are going.”
They descended further into the cave as the air became ice-cold and their breath frosted in the still air. Per led them through the meandering tunnel as fast as he could. Finally, after walking several hundred yards, they came to a point where the tunnel divided. The right tunnel descended along the same downward slope they had been traveling, while the left tunnel was rockier, rougher and had a sharper slope. Per was ready to take the right tunnel when he heard a low, rumbling growl emanating from the left tunnel.
“Now?” whispered Pawl, who must have also heard the growl.
“Wait,” advised Per in a hushed tone. “Be careful. It’s steeper and rockier than before.”
The men carefully made their way down the tunnel. Per gritted his teeth and tensed each time one of the others slipped, but no one fell or cried out. Eventually they started to hear growls, groans, and voices. They reached an opening, which widened out into a cavern below. Per looked down and was stunned into motionless.
The cavern was about one hundred feet around and twenty feet high. The dragon was to the left of the opening along with Octavia and Alana. It was lying down with its back against the wall. The dragon’s rear legs were spread apart and two large scale between his legs had moved apart to allow his three-foot long, purplish-red prick to jut out. What had shocked Per was what the two females were doing to that cock.
Both girls were nude. Octavia had climbed up and was standing on the dragon’s legs, desperately trying to stuff that huge cock into her pussy, even though the diameter was just too much for her. Meanwhile, Alana was standing between the dragon’s legs, stroking his cock with both hands while licking up and down the shaft.
“Yesss, my dears,” Per heard the dragon hiss. “You want my seed. That taste you had last night put your bodies on fire. Ahhh, yesss. It will come. It will come soon.”
Alana started to stroke the massive member even faster and Octavia moaned and ground her pussy against the head of the dragon’s cock in a circular motion. Per could see her juices coating it. He would have remained frozen by the sight had not Karlto touched him on the shoulder. The four men moved back down the tunnel several feet.
“Real quick. No noise,” whispered Per quickly to the others. “The dragon has done something to the girls. They’re under his control and making them have sex with him. Pawl, we need a lot of light in the cavern. When the spell is cast, we’ll charge in and attack. There’s a five-foot drop to the floor and the dragon is to the left of the opening. Hopefully the light should blind the dragon. Watch out for your own eyes. Pawl will yell when the spell is ready to go off. Any questions?”
“What about the women?” asked Jagar.
“Leave them alone unless they attack you. I don’t want them hurt.”
“Let’s get this done,” whispered Karlto grimly.
The men moved closer to the opening. As Pawl readied his spell, Per could hear Alana and Octavia moaning in passion. A low rumbling growl was coming again and again from the dragon and getting louder each time. It finally rose to a shattering roar.
“Augh!” screamed Octavia in passion. “He’s spurting so hard inside me! I’m cumming! Oh, Gods! It's filling me! I...”
“Now!” yelled Pawl and they all surged forward as a beam of light burst into radiance inside the cavern. Per launched himself off the edge of the opening towards the dragon. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as he flew through the air.
The drag
on’s long neck was swiveling its head back and forth, and it blinked its eyes rapidly trying to see. Octavia was holding the dragon’s cock tight against her pussy. Per swore that he could see her abdomen bulge out slightly and then contract as the dragon fired a massive spurt of cum into her and the sticky fluid sprayed out of her overflowing cunt. A lot of the jizz splashed down onto an already dripping Alana, who was licking up the cum as fast as possible off the dragon’s cock.
With both hands gripping his halberd, Per aimed for the dragon. The spear tip plunged deep into the dragon’s side and hot blood gushed forth. The dragon roared and jumped up, throwing both girls off to the side. Per swung again, but missed as he jumped back to avoid being bitten by the sharp dagger-length teeth. The dragon’s jaws snapped shut just inches away from his head.
The dragon reared up and swung at Per with both claws. One set of white talons missed, but the other ripped through the chainmail on his left arm, cutting the skin underneath. A claw also tore the halberd out of Per’s grasp, sending it skittering across the rocky cavern floor.
Karlto rushed up on the dragon’s left side and hit it with his flail. The dragon roared in pain as one of its ribs snapped and it turned away from Per. Jagar took the opportunity to rush in and swing at the dragon with his scimitar, but it sinuously arched away from his blow.
Per snatched Dorgeth out of its scabbard and swung with all his strength at the dragon’s neck. Dorgeth whistled out in a mighty blow but, incredibly, bounced back violently from the dragon when it was six inches away from its neck. Per, trying to hold on the sword, was thrown across the cavern. Dorgeth flew out of his hand and clanged onto the floor. Everyone froze where they were.
“Dorgeth!” hissed the dragon. “Fool! It can not harm anything of its own kind. It will be the centerpiece of my treasure!”
The dragon snapped his head to the right and let loose and icy blast at Jagar. He dived to the side, but screamed as the deadly cold hit the lower half of his body. Karlto hit the dragon again with his flail as Per scrambled around to snatch up his halberd. As he stood, he saw lightning fly from Pawl’s fingertips to strike the dragon in the body. The dragon roared in pain and loosed another deadly blast of icy breath at Pawl. He flew backwards and disappeared from view in the white frosty breath.