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Caught	By : LittleDoll Category: +1 through F > Dragon Flyz Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Love
- 2-Orgasm
- 3-Finger
- 4-Male Pregnancy
- 5-Softcore
- 6-Hardcore
- 7-Fantasy
- 8-Family
- 9-Whip
- 10-Costume/Regalia
- 11-Dominant
- 12-Bondage
- 13-Bed
- 14-Innocence
- 15-Insanity
- 16-Cry
- 17-Hold My Hand
- 18-Gangbang
- 19-Drugs/Alcohol
- 20-Strangulation
- 21-Fisting
- 17
- 18
- 19
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Note: There is a mention of gangbanging in here.
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A few hours later, Peak drifted awake, feeling warm and strangely sore. It took the human a few seconds to realize that he was not sleeping in his cot and not even on Dread's bed, but in fact, on Dread Wing himself.
They'd shifted at some point during their impromptu nap so that Dread Wing was laying on his back and Peak was laying on top of him, one of Dread's arms laying across him loosely. Feeling panic coming on, Peak gritted his teeth and forcibly steadied himself. Freaking out right now wouldn't help anything, especially if he gave too much thought to how they'd gotten here.
Moving carefully, he gently pushed Dread's arm off of his body and eased himself to the side, pausing more than once when it seemed the mutant was about to wake up. When he was finally free, Peak began to carefully ease himself off the bed when a thought struck him.
Turning to look back at the still sleeping mutant, the teen almost subconsciously reached for the dagger strapped to his thigh. Just one strike, that's all he'd need, just one strike. One blow and everything would be over, all he had to do was take the dagger and....
Peak wasn't certain how long he was frozen there, hand almost on the dagger and his gaze locked onto Dread's bare chest before he finally eased fully off the bed and staggered to the bathroom. He kicked his dirty shirt aside on his way there, shuddering a little at the thought of what was now on it.
Stepping inside the bathroom, he turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up. It only took seconds to get ready and he stepped straight inside, not caring that he was getting his pants soaked as well. Placing his hands against one wall of the shower stall, Peak tried to make himself breath evenly as the boiling water poured over his skin.
There, he'd done it, it was over and soon he'd be able to find out about the city and his family and....
Peak swore as some water got in his eyes, taking one hand off the wall to scrub at his face. It didn't make it better and now it was starting to get hard to breath and his skin was stinging. Letting his legs go weak, Peak sat down on the floor of the shower stall, now resting his shoulders against one wall and leaning back so as to let the hot water hit and wash over his front.
Despite the sharp stinging sensation, he could still feel Dread's touch, could still feel the heat of the mutant's body and even the stickiness of the mutant's cum where it'd landed on his skin. Shuddering, the blond brought up one hand and scratched at his stomach, wincing at the feeling of something peeling away from his skin.
Swearing again, he forced himself to stand up and stumbled out of the shower to get some soap and a washcloth. He also finally took off his pants, hating the feeling that he'd just lost a bit of protection as he did so. Getting back into the steaming water, Peak got to work on cleaning himself up but no matter how hard or how much he scrubbed, he couldn't fully get rid of the sensation.
Finally, the pain of the scrubbing and the hot water combined became a bit too much and the teen relented, reaching out to turn the water temperature down after he dropped the soap and the cloth. Sitting down again, he put his face in his hands as he let the water wash over him.
He was being stupid. They hadn't done...much, just...just touched each other a little, that was all. He'd heard horror stories of worse things, about how in the past captured dragonators would be given to the dark dramen to be used as the toys in a gang bang or as mounts for Old Earth creatures or....or....
Shaking his head, Peak moved his hands to grab the sides of his head, trying to force the thoughts and images out of his brain. Forcing himself to breath calmly, Peak tried to get himself back under control. The sound and feel of the water helped a little, though his skin still stung in places.
Finally lifting his head, he dropped his hands and looked up at the metal ceiling. What was done was done, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. Besides, at least by now he knew that Dread was good on his word...kind of. The mutant had come through on most of Peak's requests and had duly informed him that some things (the hairbrush for one) would take a little longer because of having to be made from scratch or lack of materials.
Given what Dread had said earlier, Peak also knew now that he could count on getting out of the room for some time each day, even if it meant he'd have to wear that hated robe again. Letting out a sigh, he made himself stand and finish his shower, turning off the water shortly after. Crossing the floor again to get a towel to dry off with, Peak finally noticed the mess he'd made and winced.
Making a note to clean it later, preferably before Dread woke up, he wrapped the towel securely around his waist and went to leave the bathroom, only to run into Dread Wing himself right at the door. Peak felt his eyes go wide and instinctively took a step back.
Dread looked at him, eyes narrowing and his lips shifting into a frown before the mutant reached out to Peak, “What happened Peak? Were you hurt?”
Startled, Peak blinked before looking down at himself and at last noticing the patches of red skin on his own body from being over-scrubbed and the hot water. Feeling something in his mind snap a little, he looked up at the mutant and snarled, “I'm fine! Why do you care anyway?! I could have killed you earlier and your first thought is to my safety?!”
“Why didn't you?”
Caught off guard, Peak stared at the other. The mutant stared back, holding his gaze, “Why didn't you kill me? It'd certainly make things easier for you and for Airlandis.”
Had he said it in a sneer or with any condescending in his voice, Peak knew he would have fully snapped and attacked the mutant. But Dread hadn't. He'd asked the question simply, sounding as curious as if Peak had mentioned a hobby or a random fact to him.
The teen opened and closed his mouth a few times, a little scared that he had no answer right off. 'Because I'm human' floated in his head, but Peak knew his history and knew that excuse held no water. 'I'm no killer!' followed, but it was even weaker. No one was a dragonator for long without at least fatally wounding a dark draman or an Old Earth creature and most certainly no one became a Dragon Fly without at least a little blood on their hands.
Gritting his teeth, Peak stormed pass Dread and all but fled to the safety of his little room, wishing for the first time in years that he could slam a door shut to make a statement to his rage. Instead, he threw himself down on his cot and let out a scream into his pillow instead.
It was childish, yes, but it made him feel better.
Later, when he heard Dread leave the main room, Peak got off his cot, dressed himself in his other set of clothes and ventured out of his own room into the main one, feeling a little ashamed of himself.
To his surprise, his dagger was laying on the room's table. Embarrassed and irritated at himself for forgetting it, Peak picked it up, looked it over to make sure it was alright and re-strapped it to his thigh again. Feeling more secure, he wandered over to the bathroom to clean up his mess. If nothing else, it'd give him something to kill time with until....whatever happened later.
But, the bathroom was already clean and his pants from earlier were missing. Blinking, he stepped back into the main room and looked for his shirt. It was gone too, likely taken with his pants. Shaking his head, Peak decided not to think about it and returned to his room to wait until he could leave, however that came about.
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