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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
- 20
- 21
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot and OC's are mine and I make no money from this.
Chapter Note: There is a mention of fisting in here, though no actual act of it. There is also OOC on the part of Peak here as well, with some on Dread's side too.
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Meanwhile, at the same time in Warnado, Dread Wing was in an unusual situation.
He'd been at his personal desk in his bedroom, idly reading through some reports from his dark dramen troops (minor border clash, new landlocked amber deposit found, etc) when he'd heard movement from Peak's room. Glancing up, he did some quick mental math and figured that the wyrm egg must have hatched by now.
A little early in its time line, but not unheard of. While he had told Peak that today would be the earliest the egg would hatch, normally that wasn't the case. The egg must have been more mature than he thought when he'd bought it.
Keeping a careful ear out, he'd just returned his attention to the reports again when a loud, high pitched scream came from Peak's room. Startled, Dread Wing jumped to his feet in time to catch the blur that shot out of said room.
The blur turned out to be Peak himself, who was doing a damned fine attempt at climbing up Dread Wing. The confused mutant didn't exactly stop him, instead moving his arms to hold the human close while Peak finally settled down. His arms were clutching tightly at Dread's shoulders and the teen was doing his best to stay curled in as tight a ball as possible.
Trying to figure out what was happening, and internally celebrating their current position, Dread craned his neck to look at the other, asking in alarm, “Peak? What's wrong?!”
The teen turned to face him, his skin frighteningly pale and his eyes wide with fear as he shouted, “SNAKE! It's a snake!”
The boy's voice went high at the end, cracking a little at the same time. Dread Wing blinked, still confused, “A snake? Where? Didn't the wyrm hatch? It should be more than enough to take care of-”
Peak cut him off, shouting in panic, “The egg! It came from the egg!”
The royal blinked again, still very much confused, “So the egg did hatch then? Was it not the wyrm?”
That kind of scam happened sometimes, especially with merchants who wanted some quick cash. But the merchant Dread had bought the egg from was renowned for the wyrms he sold, so it didn't make sense that said merchant would try to scam him, Lord Dread Wing of Warnado.
There was more noise from Peak's room, getting the teen's attention. Peak tightened his grip on Dread, pressing himself closer to the mutant for safety while yelling, “It's coming this way!”
Dread looked at the 'door' to the teen's room, frowning as he waited for the creature's appearance. After several long minutes, a tiny form appeared from under the cloth door, looking around while making the most heartbroken little squeaks. At the sight of it, Peak hissed and pressed himself even closer to Dread, as if trying to meld into the mutant in his attempt to get away.
Dread Wing stared at it, blinking slowly to make sure he was seeing correctly. Finally he looked back at the human, “Peak? Look at me.”
He had to say it twice more before Peak finally looked up, though the human's eyes kept glancing at the creature. Satisfied that that was as much of the boy's attention as he was getting, Dread tried to explain, “Peak, that's the wyrm. That's what they look like.”
The teen stared at him like Dread had said he wanted to try fisting on the human, without lube or prep. Peak screamed with a shrill voice, “Why would you give me a snake?!”
Sighing, Dread stepped forward, ignoring Peak's shrill protests and sat on the bed with Peak sitting in his lap. Going from the human's grip, there was no way he could peel the teenager off, not without breaking at least one or two of the teen's fingers. Looking up at the noise, the little wyrm made a happy squeal and slithered forward, intent on getting to its imprinted parent.
Peak swore and tried to climb over Dread to get behind him, but was thwarted in his attempts by Dread's tight grip. The wyrm hovered nervously at Dread's feet, squeaking up at them in worry. Forcing the teen to look at the small creature, Dread snapped, “What kind of snake has wings?!”
Peak stared at him before glancing over at the wyrm while snapping, “It's a snake, it doesn't have......oh.....”
The teen trailed off at seeing the tiny wings on the wyrm's upper back. How he'd missed those the first time, Dread didn't know. Waiting a minute to make sure the teen was calm enough, Dread told him, “Reach down and pick it up.”
Peak stared at him again, but Dread intervened before the human could protest, firmly telling Peak, “Either you do it or I will.”
Shuddering, Peak stared between Dread and the wyrm for several long minutes before finally, finally loosening his hold on Dread Wing with one arm to reach down for the wyrm with a clearly trembling hand. The wyrm made a happy sound and darted forward, wrapping around Peak's hand and wrist and shooting up the teen's arm before Peak could protest.
Dread felt Peak's body go rigid with terror and quickly tried to comfort the teen, “No, no, it's alright. Wyrms are not snakes, far from it. They're closer to dragons, really. Just think of it as a dragon with a long tail and the legs in the wrong place.”
Peak glanced from him to the wyrm that was currently snuggling Peak's shoulder, croaking out, “What?”
Dread carefully freed one arm, his other one still tight around Peak, and used that hand to point it out, “See? It has wings and legs. It's just an oddly shaped, tiny dragon. Not a snake.”
He hesitated, then added, “If you gently rub its forehead, I'll bet you'll even feel the nubs where its horns will be once it grows some more.”
Peak blanched, shaking his head in mute horror. Taking what little victory he could get, Dread looked back down at the wyrm, taking his time now to truly examine it.
Currently, it was about eight inches long, with its tiny wings only three inches long each. That made sense, as wyrms couldn't actually fly. They used their wings more in intimidation displays and as a method to fan themselves when they were too hot or to soak in more sun when they were too cold. The equally tiny legs were placed where they should be, a few inches below the head and seemed to be formed correctly.
What really had him interested though, was the wyrm's color. Wyrms were normally some pastel shade of green or blue or even purple, though other colors existed as well. However, this wyrm was the rarest of the colors, being a near perfectly solid white with a streak of pale gray at its throat. Even more interesting were the touches of what seemed to be either gold or bright yellow at its wing points, which was equally rare.
Musing aloud, Dread said, “It seems that this one is a ghost wyrm.”
Peak looked up at him, “What?”
Using his free hand, Dread motioned to the content wyrm, “This wyrm is white, which is unusual for them. It's rare enough that a white wyrm is considered a 'ghost wyrm'. They're supposed to be good luck.”
Peak nodded slowly, looking back at the little creature, “So...it's an albino?”
Pleased to see that the boy was finally calming down, Dread Wing nodded, “Yes, you could say that.”
He laughed softly to himself, “Ha! I bet that merchant would never have sold me it if he knew that egg held a ghost wyrm. They're worth an absolute fortune on the markets.”
Peak blinked, hesitantly asking, “Uh...why do you keep calling it an 'it'? Isn't there some way to tell gender?”
Dread shook his head, “No, there isn't and it wouldn't matter as wyrms are hermaphrodites. Normally though, horn placement is used to decide what gender reference to use. If the horns go down the nose, the wyrm is considered male. However, if the horns go across the forehead, above the eye ridge, then the wyrm is considered female.”
He looked back at the small creature, “We could feel the nubs on the head to decide the gender or we could wait until the horns actually grow in to decide. It's all up to you, either way.”
Peak nodded hesitantly, keeping an eye on the wyrm. He wasn't as terrified as he was before, but it was clear that Peak wasn't calm yet around his new pet. Sighing mentally, Dread decided to get everything out of the way now before it became a problem later, “There's one other reason why ghost wyrms are considered so valuable.”
The teen looked at him, curiosity in his blue eyes alongside the fear still present there. Dread told him, “Ghost wyrms are the only naturally venomous kind of wyrm. The rest aren't, though an untreated bite from them can get badly infected.”
Peak froze again, going as still as a statue in Dread's hold. Dread Wing was quick to reassure him, “You have no need to worry about that! This wyrm imprinted on you, so it will never bite you! Myself on the other hand....”
Now Dread himself gave the wyrm an uneasy glance, his own words sinking in. However, the wyrm seemed more content to continue snuggling Peak's shoulder over sinking its fangs into the mutant's flesh.
As he knew it would, Peak seemed to be somewhat reassured at that statement, even perking up a little at the knowledge that Dread wasn't exempt from the wyrm's target list. Trying to distract him from that, Dread asked, “Have you thought of a name yet?”
Peak looked at him, mutely shaking his head. Dread told him, “You should. The sooner you get it used to a name, the better. Otherwise it might not take to a name the longer you wait.”
The teen nodded absently, looking back down at the wyrm currently using his shoulder as a pillow. Carefully shrugging his other shoulder, Peak mumbled, “Frost.”
The royal mutant frowned, repeating it, “Frost?”
The young human nodded, “Yeah, Frost. It fits.”
The other simply nodded back, quietly deciding to change the topic, “So, I can take it that you don't like snakes?”
Peak visibly shuddered at the mention of the reptiles, going pale again, “I really, really don't like snakes.”
“Why?”
The teen frowned at him, snapping uneasily, “I got bit by one when I was a kid, okay?! Thankfully it didn't have venom but I didn't exactly like them before that to begin with and afterwards I really didn't like them!”
Dread Wing was quiet for a long minute before he softly admitted, “I don't like slugs.”
Peak blinked in surprise, “Huh?”
The large mutant shifted uneasily, taking care not to jostle Peak, “I...I grabbed hold of a poisonous one by accident when I was a child. It's not an experience I'd care to repeat.”
To his irritation, Peak snorted. Glaring at the teen, Dread was startled by the look on Peak's face as the teen snorted again before dissolving into laughter. Rocking himself a little in Dread's hold, Peak gasped out, “Z..Z'neth's the same! It's, it's exactly the same!”
Repeating the last half like a mantra, Peak kept laughing, but it wasn't a good laugh. It was tinged with hysteria and sounded more like dry sobs than actual laughter. In fact, it wasn't long before Peak actually began to sob instead of laugh, placing his free hand over his face as he kept rocking. Dread Wing was uncertain about what to do and hesitantly held Peak close with both arms again. It didn't seem to help much, but it did stop the teen's rocking.
The newly named Frost hissed up at Dread, clearly convinced he was the reason behind Peak's distress. It wasn't exactly too far from the truth either. Peak saved Dread from getting bitten though, by removing his hand from his face to gently place it over the wyrm's head, his thumb rubbing Frost's forehead soothingly. The little wyrm stopped its aggression to press into the touch, cooing the whole while.
That threat to his well-being gone, Dread quietly rearranged his hold on the teen, awkwardly holding the boy close in what Dread assumed was a comforting way. As Peak continued to cry against his chest, Dread felt guilt creeping into his heart for the first time in years.
How was he supposed to handle this?
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