Half-Breeds: Krinza's Dragon (2 page)

When a rumble of submission left her throat, he
entered her fully and paused as he took in her satisfied response.
Releasing her neck, he began to nuzzle and lick at her face and
chest. As he slowly thrust himself into her again and again, he
caressed her with his claws and tail. As he reached his climax, he
quickly removed himself from her. He would not satisfy her with a
pure blood egg to redeem her from the half-breed she had already
produced.

Understanding seemed to dawn on the she-dragon and
she hurried to replace her robe. She let loose a deep growl from
her throat as she hurried from his apartment. He may only partake
in consensual encounters, but he never wanted a female to become
attached. He was still too young to want a permanent mate.

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Chapter Three

Terrian made it through the rest of the exiles over
the course of the next two days. It was late afternoon when last
went through and now Terrian was left with retrieving the magician
responsible for closing the portal. It was only opened for the time
required to send through the exiles and then once every seven days
for the changing of the guard and officials on the other side.

Trin was an interesting magician if Terrian had ever
met one. She was a Fairy, about five foot tall with a double set of
blue and purple wings on her back. He had considered luring her to
his nest when he first saw her and promptly changed his mind once
he actually met her. She had very powerful magics at her command,
which explained her position at the portal, and she was rude beyond
his imagining.

Peeking his head into her office, he saw her desk
covered in books and vials, bottles and dead creatures. He tried
not to breath in the stench of whatever was assaulting his senses.
“Um, Trin? Are you around?”

“Haven’t you heard of knocking, griffinshit?” the
tart reply came from overhead. No stairs led up, but he imagined
they weren’t necessary since Trin could fly. If she were anyone
else, he may have been angry at being referred to as ‘griffinshit’,
but with Trin, well, you learned to take it in stride or get fire
balls thrown at you.

“Your door was open.” As if that would smooth
everything over. Terrian could only roll his eyes at his own
horrible reply.

“It’s still as rude as a dwarve’s table-manners to
enter without knocking, you half-breed loving slime.” She was
apparently in a good mood. If she were not, every other word would
have been a curse.

“May I enter then Trin? I am still technically
outside.” He figured he’d press his luck a little.

“May as well put you to use, I suppose. You are one
of the few able to get up here. Alright then, bat’s breath. Don’t
break anything and get your bloody hide up here to give me a
hand.”

Terrian entered the large office, looking up to the
loft overheard. He carefully eyed the papers and other lighter
materials around the office, calculating how to give his body lift
without destroying the room. He lowered himself to all fours,
crouched as low as he could, and raised his wings straight above
him. Using all the tension he could muster in his legs, he pounced
up as high as possible before giving his wings a powerful down
stroke. Half a dozen careful rotations of his wings later, her
grabbed onto the loft’s edge and pulled himself into the smaller
space.

There was no railing on the side that overlooked the
lower office, but the other three walls were books, scrolls, and
papers. He saw Trin fighting rather fervently to move around
pedestals with statues on them. From the look of them, they were
stone. Probably much too heavy for Trin’s little wings to
handle.

“How did you manage to get those up here at all?” He
cocked his head a little to the side, pure curiosity driving his
words.

Quickly learning the err of his ways; he ducked
before Trin’s small fireball whizzed through the air where his head
had just been. “I’ve bloody powerful flipping magic, or did your
rat brain forget that piss-ridden piece of information, nitwit?”
She scowled at him harder.

“What would you have me do, Trin? My magics are not
nearly as advanced and powerful as your loveliness’s is. I am but a
mere dragon, no match for the beauty and intelligence of such as
yourself.” His sarcasm dripped from the words, but it seemed to
cool her off a bit as she perked up at the flattery.

“I can move it around with my magic, but I’m trying
to position it just right. I need you to move it as I say while I
look at it from my reading chair.” Terrian followed her
instructions, moving statues an inch this way or that, swearing
they ended up exactly where they started. When he finally got
around to telling her that the portal was ready to be closed
whenever she was ready, she looked at him and asked, “Have you seen
the Portal Master yet? He has a message for you before I can close
it.”

“No, I haven’t seen him. This is my first rotation
and I was under the impression that when the last exile went
through, I was to inform you.”

“Normally, you’d be right. That is why the portal
master made sure to tell me in case he didn’t see you. Off with you
then and I’ll be after shortly.”

The portal master informed Terrian that part of his
job was not only to send the exiles through, but to spend every
other week on the other side, monitoring their adjustment until the
next cycle of exiles went through. Lovely.

By the time night fell, the portal master had
explained the new duties to Terrian and sent him through to meet
with the guard captain on the other side. Moments after heading
through the cold swirls of light, the portal disappeared. An empty
archway on top of a stone platform stood, casting a long shadow
across the ground.

A griffon guard stood nearby. “You must be the new
exiler. First time here?”

“Yea.” It was the only thing his brain would spout
forth as he looked at the sun still hanging in the sky.

“Don’t worry, the sun is almost set. Time between
Varga and Onara are different, but it seems not by much. The days
are a little shorter, but there are more of them in a year here
than on Onara. You will be settled into your house before you know
it and sleeping in a nice soft nest. Just remember to start a fire.
It gets much colder here at night than on Onara.”

“Um, thanks. House?” He looked around and realized he
wasn’t in a city. There weren’t creatures and tall buildings
everywhere. He saw mountains in the distance, grasses and trees and
hills between the platform he stood on and the mountains. Strange
smells assaulted his nose; a mixture of nature and some things he
couldn’t identify.

“Ah, yes. See that building over there? That is the
placement agent’s office. His name is Fint. Interesting fellow. He
would have met you here, but you’ll understand when you meet him.
He’ll fill you in on your accommodations and such. I’m Garret, the
guard captain. Feel free to find me if you need some company
besides the filthy half-breeds you’ll deal with every day. I’m
sorry, what was your name?”

“Terrian. Nice to meet you. Thank you.” Still
somewhat lost with what was going on, he shuffled over to the
building indicated while taking in the new scents around him and
trying to place them.

Once Terrian entered the building, he understood what
Garret meant. Fint was a Merman. Perfectly capable of being out of
water, it was really hard on their skin, scales, and gills. Fint
was working on a ledge near the water’s edge, no doubt finishing
his paperwork from the last exile to come through. Looking into the
water, Terrian noted that its small surface area gave the false
impression of it being a small pond. It, in fact, extended down
rather deep, no doubt having tunnels that led to other areas and
probably Fint’s living area.

Fint quickly explained a few nuances of the moon,
gave Terrian some paperwork, and then kicked him out with
directions and a key to his new home on Varga.

Terrian found himself outside the house just staring
at it. He’d been hatched in a cave out in the far mountains. When
he moved to the city, he hadn’t lived in anything other than
dormitories and apartments. He had never even been in a real house.
Everyone lived in apartments unless they were really rich or
farmers.

Once inside, Terrian explored the different rooms,
build to handle creatures twice his size, the rooms were huge with
massive doorways. The furniture, on the other hand, had been
adjusted to accommodate him. He now understood all of the different
measurements that had been taken of him when he was accepted for
the position. There was a well-stocked kitchen and pantry, complete
with wines and ales. A bedroom with a large fireplace had a nest
large enough for three of him. It was neatly lined with soft linens
and pillows to ensure his comfort. Another room sported two full
walls of books, a desk for all of his paperwork and another large
fireplace. This home would do, quite nicely, he thought to
himself.

Several days passed as Terrian fell into his role. He
worked closely with Fint, helping the newest exiles find homes,
apartments, or somewhere to build for themselves. Those that wanted
to build, he helped find able-bodied adults to help. All of the
newest exiles were introduced to town elders in order to give them
a sense of welcome. Some of the children seemed inconsolable, but
with enough effort, he found other half-breeds who could at least
keep them somewhat calm.

He struggled to get use to the difference in the
length of days but seemed to be getting better about adjusting. He
had spent a week on Varga, then another on Onara. He was half way
through the week on his second rotation on Varga when he found
himself out late one night. He had gone for a walk and was taking
in the different views of the sky. The stars looked similar to what
they had from his mountain cave, so he assumed that he was on the
southern hemisphere of this moon. Most of his life had been spent
in the capital city in Onara, in the northern hemisphere. Then he
saw her.

She was scowling at the sky with an armful of wood,
readying to go inside and add it to the fire she most likely had
warming her cottage. He had almost missed her; so much of her was
dark. The lights from the night sky had reflected on her human
flesh though and he took notice. When he looked closer, he saw her
dragon features, black almost lost in the night. When she turned to
go back inside, she flicked her tail and her hips moved just so. As
Terrian’s eyes traced her wings, she disappeared inside. She was
gorgeous. For a dirty half-breed, his thoughts chimed in. He found
himself stepping towards her cottage when he stopped. What was he
doing? It was the middle of the night. She was a half-breed. This
was ridiculous. Pressing down the arousal that had started to warm
his core, he noted where he was before turning to return to his own
nest.

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Chapter Four

Krinza stepped to answer the knock at her door.
Inhaling deeply she noted the scents of two males, at least one
with the smell of some dragon blood in them. She opened the dark to
see a young dragon male, most likely a new exile, as well as a
rather attractive adult male, who by all appearances looked
entirely dragon. “Hello. How can I help you?” She didn’t know
either of them.

“Hi there.” The adult responded with an extremely
handsome grin. He stood a head above her with deep blood red
scales. The tan robe he wore covered most of his body, but she
could tell that he was strong and well built. “My name is Terrian
and this is Bru’Nik. I was hoping to talk to you about his
adjustment.” He indicated the young dragon beside him. He lacked
wings but otherwise looked like he would grow into a large, strong
Dragon male. His deep green coloring was marred with small tan
patches. He was barely of an age to be exiled. He wouldn’t reach
his puberty for another few years. Granted, with human in him, you
never know.

Krinza glanced over her shoulder at her cottage; it
would have to do. It wasn’t entirely clean but they’d have to
tolerate a few books and dishes lying about. “Come in. It’s much
more comfortable inside. My name is Krinza.” She turned and
retreated inside, smoothing the wrinkles in her outfit, wishing it
were longer. She hadn’t been expecting company. She hated wearing
robes; they always seemed to not sit right on her wings and tail.
She had opted on a short violet dress that day. It ended over her
knees, clever construction had tie placements allowing her tail a
comfortable hole in the back to protrude from. The top was a halter
that tied behind her neck, no fabric covering her back or
obstructing her wings. Normally, robes and dresses had overlapping
pieces that were pulled between the wings and secured at the neck,
thus hiding the scandalous curves of her toned back.

She offered drinks and handed out cups as everyone
got settled. As she moved about, she took every chance she was
allotted to study the dragon before her. Something very primal in
her stirred at the sight and smell of him. She felt a sort of
tension build in her belly that shed not felt before. She had come
into her maturity several years ago, new hormones and sensations
roiled through her and she had had her taste in some of the local
males. She had always seemed more enticed by the human half the
creatures. The specimen before her didn’t seem to have any human
though. A little confused by the feelings scratching at the back of
her mind, she flicked her tail and sat down.

“So how can I help you, specifically, Terrian? I am
already one of the local teachers, though education for the newest
children is not to begin for another week. We like to let them get
a little more settled before we start.”

“Well, Krinza, as you know, exile is rather jarring
to young half-breeds. I personally feel that the purity squad
should have waited another year or two before taking Bru’Nik here.
I scented a female of dragon blood, and thought the influence would
do him well. We have found him a nice dwelling not far from your
own. As a fellow dragon blooded creature, I was hoping you could
help Bru’Nik adjust to life on Varga.”