WHITE DRAGON
Part Four
By Arthur
Power for the sake of Power has no intent.
Love for the sake of Love has no begining.
The Love of Total Power brings but disaster.
But the Power of Total Love brings final peace.
Galland, Last of the Goron.
The cherry red lips caressed those of Bragill as Galland's silken skin smoothly moved against his own. Bragill and Galland had taken to the large down filled mattress that covered the floor of their sleeping quarters, just after the sun had gone to its daily resting place.
The light delicate touches of Gallands fingers had brought Bragill to a height he had never known as the moister of his rigid shaft spilled its nectar between their entwined bodies. Galland had positioned himself so that his own rigidity was now stroking in slow smooth movements along the perenium of Bragill. The warm sweet lubrication of Galland taking Bragill higher and higher as his lips opened freely to recieve the hot projection from Gallands Mouth.
All sound ceased to exist as the two souls melted into one at the feelings that were more than love or lust. Outside the haven of love, the Bronze Dragons lay in comfort, their own small redheaded souls taking in the feelings emanating through the thick stone as the two ultimate souls began their night of joining.
Bragill felt so many touches in so many places on his body that he was incapable of discerning one from the other except for a growing of length and thickness below his scrotum. Galland's shaft felt larger and thicker than their previous joining, and while it was unnerving to Bragill he knew that his Galland would never cause him pain.
A whisper of thought came to his racing mind.
"Do not worry my Brae, yes I have made myself larger than our last joining for then I entered you as a boy, now I join you as a man. let your mind join with me and there will be no discomfort but a lifting of your pleasure and cementing of our love."
Bragill took great comfort in the soft words as he opened his thighs wide for Galland's shaft to stroke lower until he could feel the hardness pressed lightly on his entrance. Bragills nipples were now hard and erect as the fine fingers of his soul rubbed gentley over and over them.
The ruby lips pressed harder then retreated until barely touching his own, Bragill lost all contact with the reality of their surroundings as Galland took his body to unknown heights of pleasure and the inssistant pressure of his now large manhood began its delicate entrance.
Bragill felt the soft hands leave their place on his chest and in seconds were lifting his legs and bending them back against his chest to be held there as the fullness of Galland widened his doorway to the joining.
No pain was felt but only a solid filling of his insides as the shaft that was somehow rigidly in need but soft and smooth to his grasping sphincter, continued to go deeper, touching places that sent sparks of fire through Bragills mind and body.
Bragill watched in his minds eye as the blue sparks of stars whirled in complex patterns at the sought after intrusion into the depths of his body. There was no sense of time or place as Galland ejected copious amounts of self lubrication, into and around the insides of his souls body to make the entrance easier.
Galland's skin shone like his natural scales, and, had he had the need to look around, he would have seen the room bathed in a blue Aura so dense that nothing could have entered to break the joining.
No longer was he a dark haired intruder at the school of learning filled with redheaded Dragon Riders, now Bragill was a floating blue spark of love and power that looked down on the universe to spread his intense feelings with others as Galland finally pressed his own groin hard against Bragill's overheated body.
The two minds were melded into one as Galland sent a thought to Bragill's besotted mind.
"You now have me as a man my Brae, but for tonights joining I must give to you also as a Dragon."
From somewhere in his dreamlike state, Bragill could see the shimmering above him as the misty apperation of Galland began to take on his true form and, while still buried deep within Bragills body, Galland grew and grew until the majesty of his full size was towering over the diminutive boy laying below him, transfixed by the male member that was, even now lengthening inside the boy.
All Bragill could feel as the member grew within him, was the heat and swelling of his insides. There was no pain or discomfort as he felt his body accept the huge intruder but instead he felt as though floating on the softest of clouds until a feeling of satiation overtook his mind.
Gallands scales pulsed with love and power as he began to send deep into Bragills body, his life force and the life force of the many Goron before him. The small body under him pushed upward as the first of many warm juices entered his body and with it came pictures of green forrests, mighty mountains, of flying high above hamlets and villages as the land grew, the people living on the land lifted their eyes to the heavens to watch the many White Dragons of the Goron flying above to protect them from harm.
Bragills mind raced aloft with the Goron of bygone times but, underneath there was a feeling of something lost or not found. Bragill saw the passing of the Goron as they failed to find their own souls to keep them alive. As the last of the pictures faded from his mind, Bragill saw the first of the many years of destruction and destitution that was now the way of the world he knew.
Galland looked down on the small figure that was solidly joined to his massive form and with a final pulse sent his own gift of love to his Soul Rider, his Bragill, his Praedor, his Keeper of the Claw.
The final pulse was like a gift of molten gold to Bragills body as the tears of compassion, joy, love and total happiness, made their own tendrils of the Gorons gift of life, leave glistening rivelets on his cheeks.
The Bronze Dragons and their Riders outside the quarters of the two lovers, were overpowered by the feelings being projected by their charges behind the thick walls. The redheaded riders were in a state of oblivious ecstasy as they lay in the protective clasp of their own Souls. The small bodies writhed and shuddered as they too, sent out their boy juices onto the stone floor as their Bronzes held them close. The powerful Aura from Galland and the feeling to devotion and love from Bragill had taken an effect on the young Riders without the need of physical help from their own Dragons.
It was almost with saddness that Bragill opened his eyes to see the first glimmer of the rising sun enter the room, his feeling of satiation and fullness was compounded by the manlike thickness that still filled his insides. Turning his head, Bragill saw that Galland had returned to his human form and was spooned in behind him with his soft boy arms holding him in a clasp of security.
Bragil sent his first message since they had entered the quarters the night before.
"Galland, take me again as a boy."
The responding thrust from Galland told Bragill his request was going to be answered.
When at last the two left the room, they were greeted at the door by the six Guardians and their consorts.
"Greetings Lord Galland, Greetings Praedor."
"Greetings, Guardians of the Claw."
"Lord Galland, our Souls would wish to bathe the Praedor."
"There my Brae, go with the boys and let them tend you."
Bragill looked at the six redheads and with a smile, as he remembered his earlier thoughts, allowed himself to be led down the long passage toward the sound of trickling water.
The bathing area, like the rest of the citadel, was made from the same white stone. Around the walls were tall collums and in the center a large deep pool filled with steaming water. Around the edge of the pool were a series of steps leading down into the depth of the water.
As Bragill descended into the pool, closely followed by the six other boys, the temprature of the water matched the inner heat that Gallands juices had left in his body. The luxury that the water gave him was soon matched by the many soft hands that began to rub over his body from head to toe, even in some places that he thought only Galland would go to.
The multipule effects of the soft hands soon had Bragill upright and erect but the boys took no liberties with the projection from his groin but instead, continued to lather and massage his weary body. Bragill's eyes closed down slowly with the ministrations of the hands and it was not long before a small arm was supporting his head as the others finished their task of washing his body.
When all was done the arm slowly lifted Bragills head and a soft pair of lips caressed his forehead bringing him back to reality. With the help of the six small riders Bragill made his way to a waiting table where he was laid down and the hands, covered with fine oils, began to massage his frame and then add perfumed scents until he felt invigorated enough to rise on his own, sending a smile of gratitude to the six boys.
On his return to his sleeping quarters, Bragill found that Galland had disappeared but much to his dismay there came a picture of the whole citadel and all its passageways and rooms. His attention was drawn to a huge room in the west of the citadel where he could sense Galland standing with the Golden One and as he watched with his mind's eye he saw the great Golden Dragon shimmer and slowly shrink until there was no more than a bright golden spark floating in the air before Galland. The great Golden Dragon, Father of all Dragons, was now on his way to Prillian, to take his seat beside others of his kind and to watch over the last of the Goron and his Soul Rider, The last Praedor.
As if all in the citadel knew it was his time, there came a sudden silence throughout the castle of crystal, every Dragon, from the youngest to the oldest, along with their Riders, stopped and let the meaning of the event penetrate their Souls so that the memory of the Great One would never be lost.
Amid the heavy saddness that came over Bragills mind, came a message of love from his Galland.
"Weep not my Brae, he has gone to the place he was seeking and his knowledge is now my knowledge so nothing but the greatness of his stature is lost to us."
The mind send comforted Bragill as he sensed Galland leaving the room of the Golden One and make his way towards where Bragill now stood. When Galland joined him at the doorway to their previous nights quarters, Galland lowered his wing for Bragill to mount him and with w final message, made his way towards the great doors and the open spaces beyond.
"We fly to honour the Golden One, my Brae, let your compassion for him give you the wings to feel the freedom he has given us."
The fresh feeling of freedom took over all of Bragills senses as galland took to the air in one mighty leap and with a forceful thrust of his wings, was soon high above Belhadria, their escort of the Six Guardians staying below them as Galland whirled and dived in honour of the Golden One.
The sun wove its magic across the sky as the white Dragon twisted and turned in the air and Bragill had no idea of what time had passed as the flew to honour the Father of all. At last, as the sun started its descent towards the horizon Galland stopped his aerobatics and levelled his flight far from the mountain of Belhadria.
Far below their lofty height Bragill saw a tendril of dark black smoke rising into the late afternoon air and with a sudden feeling of distress asked Galland to fly towards it. The Bronzes, feeling that something was not right, followed closer to their charges.
"Galland, what is the smoke far off there?"
"I don't know my Brae, would you like to see?"
"Yes I think we should. I have a feeling inside me that say's there is trouble there."
Galland dropped one wing and thw two lovers dived and turned towards the far off smoke, the six Bronzes in close escort. Bragill and Galland flew low over the landscape and as they neared the dark smoke they could make out the remains of a temporary camp site, now no more than a pile of burning tents and overturned wagons.
Laying on the ground close to the burnt remains were the bodies of the slain men. On the edge of the campsite Bragill saw something shining in the dying sunlight, with a quick thought to Galland they descended towards the shining item.
On the ground, partially cover with the falling ash, lay a young man in the armour of a noble, his head was still covered by his helm and his breast plate was tarnished by something hot. The slim hand holding the haft of his long sword was bloodied and the blade showed signs of use.
"Galland, are there Bandits hereabouts?"
"Bandits are everywhere my Brae but this looks like the work of others. The scorch mark on his chest is not by mans hand."
A painful moan came from the figure on the ground as the two stood close above him.
"He lives, Galland."
"Go to him my Brae, see if he can be made whole again."
Bragill slid off the neck of Galland and carefully walked with nervous steps towards the young Knight. Another pityful groan escaped through the faceplate of the helm. Bragill went to his knees beside the protrate figure and began to remove the head covering, suddenly a hand grasped his own which made Bragill jerk back with force just in time to avoid the weak slicing movement of the sword as the Knight used the last of his strength to defend himself from the invader above him.
Bragill grappled for the hilt of the sword and as the Knight was now almost comotose, he had very little difficulty in disarming him.
A very young sounding voice echoed from the helm.
"I am done, take what you will you despot of the Wizard."
Bragill leaned close so that the Knight could hear his words.
"I am not of the Wizard, I come to aide you."
Only a low moan answered Bragill.
"Galland, what must I do, I think he is going."
"You have The Claw, it will follow your wishes."
Bragill though hard of seeing the Knight on his feet and being in good health. The Claw under his skin warmed at his thoughts and within seconds there was another stronger groan from the covered face. Bragill returned to his task of removing the helm and as it came free, the Knight made to rise from his prone position.
"Stay, let me tend you first."
The young face of the Knight looked up at the dark haired boy above him, then with a small startled look saw that the boy was naked from head to foot. The clear blue eyes of the Knight stared out from the straw coloured fringe of hair at the vision before him.
"Who are you?"
"I am Bragill, Rider of the White Dragon of Goron."
"The White Dragon?"
Galland stepped closer to Bragill so that the Knight could look up at him as he towered over the boys on the ground.
"This is Galland, last of the Goron, we are here to help you."
"I am Matise, second son of Count Lemaire of Cretain."
Galland took over from Bragill in the discussion.
"Cretain is far from this land, why are you here?"
"My Father sent me on this journey to find my own lands. My older brother will inherit all of my Fathers lands and titles."
"You have come far for not much more than burnt forrests and wasted soil."
"Would I have an army, I could build something better for all as well as myself."
"What age do you have Matise?"
"Why should my lack of years temper my ability to build?"
"The question was for my Rider, not about your abilities. I feel my Bragill would need of a young friend such as you and should you both, as I suspect, be of similar age then you would be the closer for that."
"Forgive my rudness, Dragon of Goron, I am sixteen years at the coming of the new moon."
"So my Brae, what do you think, should this young Knight in search of adventure and a place of his own, be befriended by us?"
Bragill looked down at the alabaster skin and straw hair of the young Knight as he lay on the ground, then with a smile he looked back up at Galland.
"Yes my Galland, I think a friend that is not a Rider would be welcome for us."
"My thoughts as well my Brae. Come, help him rise and disrobe his armour then he can take his seat behind you on my neck for the return to Belhadria."
Matise spoke up as Bragill helped him to his feet and began to remove the armour.
"Belhadria! does it really exist?"
"Yes of course it exists, where do you think the Dragons live....in dark caves?"
"Again I appologise for my assumptions and impertainence, Galland."
"No need Matise, you are now our friend and shall be treated well by all in Belhadria should you wish to stay as Bragills companion."
Matise looked again at the naked dark haired Bragill and felt the heat rise in his loins and with a blush to his soft cheeks, asked his question.
"Lord Bragill, do you always go naked?"
"Matise, I am no Lord and yes, I am happy to be as I am, Galland is my Soul and I can not in all honesty cover myself from his sight."
The tints of reddness on Matise's cheeks gave rise to a wry smile from Galland.
"Do not worry Matise, you may go as you like, it is just the way of the Riders to be as natural with their Souls as the can."
"Why do you call the Dragons, Souls?"
"They are both one Soul, without the Rider a Dragon dies quickly, without a Dragon, the Rider has no intent for life. One needs the other, it is 'The Way'"
"The Way?"
"Ahh it is better we leave now, darkness approaches, when we are in Belhadria we will explain it all. Come now mount your seat behind Bragill and hold his waist for safety."
Matise climbed the lowered wing with a little trepidation as he had heard all the stories of what Dragons did to lowly humans and although he could have tried to escape, the presence of Bragill gave him a little more confidence that things may not be as he had heard.
Bragill felt the course fibre of Matise's pants rub against his the bare skin of his cheeks as the lightly caloused hands of the youth wrapped around his waist to take a grip of iron. Galland feeling that both were well seated gave a full thrust with both hind legs and pushed down with his mighty wings to join the Bronzes above them. Matise saw the Bronze Dragons for the first time and marveled at the tight formation they flew.
Matise became more interested in the Bronzes when he spied the redheaded Riders on their necks, for truth, Matise had a weakness in his heart for the boys of red hair and although they could sometimes be seen in the various market places, Matise had never had the oppotunity to be close to one. The red headed boys were known by all to be those belonging to Dragons and not by mortal men, they were the dreams of many young men in their first years of manhood.
With the Bronzes in close escort, the three flew up high and turned towards Belhadria, for Bragill the feeling against his bare skin of something very hard gave him thoughts of Gallands love making of the night before.
"Tonight I will be a boy for you, my Brae, but should you wish to tempt Matise, I would not object. There will be many in your long life to come, that will tempt you and it is for you to enjoy them as well."
"For now, my Soul, you are more than enough for me, but I feel that Matise is more tempted by the Riders of the Bronzes."
"That is a truth my Brae, many of the Reds will enjoy Matise's company."
To Matise sitting tightly against the bare skin of Bragill, there was only silence as he was not able to hear the thoughts of Dragons or Riders but there was a feeling of security sitting there on the might of the Goron.
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