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  Half-Breeds: Krinza’s Dragon

  By Kriss Wilt

  Copyright 2012 Kriss Wilt

  Smashwords Edition

  ISBN: 9781301678037

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  Chapter One

  Krinza reached out and wrapped her long slender tail around her mug. She had a book in one hand and some berries she was munching on in the other. Curled up near her fireplace, she unconsciously shifted her leathered wings to allow her tail over her shoulder to sip her tea. It was cold. Distracted from her book by the cold beverage, she ate the rest of the berries, put down her book and poured her tea back into the kettle set next to the fire’s embers. She needed to add more wood; it was getting too low for the nights chill.

  Seeing how little wood remained indoors, Krinza went outside her little cottage to restock her pile. She looked up into the sky, noting the massive crescent of the planet with which her little moon travelled. She could also see the faint glow from several other moons. Her moon was named Varga, a home for the lesser half-breeds. Pureblooded creatures lived on Onara. Long ago, the strongest of the mages opened a portal to allow passage. The Purists used this as an excuse to rid their home of lesser, ‘dirty-blooded creatures’.

  Krinza, scowled at the sky, a low rumble reverberated deep in her chest. She still remembered when she was taken from her mother, who had protected her since she hatched. She was sent to the main city to be judged. It was not a long ordeal, she was very obviously not human nor dragon. Others were close enough to a single race that it was possible to hide their mixed blood. Possible, but it rarely lasted long. Krinza had no chance.

  Her rather human face had bright yellow eyes that resembled a feline, long black hair that looked blue from the right angle. A few black scales marred her olive-skinned face and throat. Her humanoid arms culminated in hands that were dragon-like claws; scaled skin covered the four, clawed digits. At least her human father’s genetics allowed her an opposable thumb, even though it was clawed; it was still nice to have. Most pure-blooded dragons had thumbs, though some did not. Her torso had areas of scales, accenting her smooth, olive skin. Her exceptionally human breasts settled nicely above a well-toned abdomen. Her shapely back was hidden behind decidedly dragon wings in a deep black that shone with the same blue undertones of her hair. The base of her spine sported a tail that she became more and more thankful for every day. Its uses seemed to be endless. At almost five feet in length, she had finally mastered its dexterity as well as that of her own hands. As the eye trailed down her legs, they seemed to morph from human to dragon. Knee to hip was mostly skin with only a few scales. Below the knee however, Krinza was mostly scales. She walked on the large balls and claws of her dragon feet, her clawed heel never touching the ground.

  If her appearance and memory served, she understood why her human father and dragon mother were so smitten to allow for a child. For a filthy half-breed, she thought of herself as extremely beautiful. And she was.

  Rekindling the fire, pouring more hot tea and retrieving her book, Krinza settled in her little nest near the fire to enjoy the rest of her night.

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  Chapter Two

  Terrian hesitated before the creature before him, a dirty-blooded creature named Xil. It was his duty to explain the lack of rights half-breeds had in the Pure-Blooded society of Onara. It was his first day on exile duty at the portal. He was an intelligent, handsome, and pureblooded dragon from the nearby mountains of Ki’lara. He was smaller than most males because of the altitude where he was hatched, so finding a way to make a living was trying. He was too small to join the army, or any of the defense and combat jobs on the small moon. Looking down on the twitchy creature, he grimaced again before he continued his speech; some half-breeds just weren’t lucky enough to get the better genetics of their parents. Xil was supposedly a mixed mermaid, obviously gone very wrong. He had no gills for water life. Instead of just a tail, he had two scrawny twigs for legs and a rather unbecoming tail protruding behind them. His arms and chest were completely covered in scales with webbing between his fingers and under his arms. He had no human ears, merely indented holes in the side of his head. He had no hair, from all appearances, anywhere on his body. Where he should have sported a nose on his rather human face, he had just a bump. The constant rasping of breathing through his mouth irritated Terrian.

  He continued with his little speech, enumerating how once sent to Varga, he would never be allowed to return to Onara. If he ever returned to Varga, he would be executed instead of being exiled. A “placement agent” would await him on the other side of the portal to explain his new life on the other moon. Following that, he went through the tiringly long explanation on why it was wrong to be a half-breed, how it diluted the magic, and would eventually lead to the end of the society. It had taken Terrian almost a month to memorize the entire speech.

  Trying not to look at the ugly, rasping child before him, he explained that he would be allowed to say goodbye to his parents, if they were present before being sent through the portal. Xil turned around to point out a lovely human woman who he explained was his mother. Terrian eyed the comely woman; she would be gorgeous if her body wasn’t racked with sobbing heaves, her face marred by the redness and streaks of tears from her crying. Since the different species aged at different speeds, half-breeds especially, the purity squads did not take children from their rearing parent until they were deemed old enough to fend for themselves, barely. Terrian could hear Xil’s mother explaining that she had hoped to keep him longer, explaining to the purity squads that he was not yet ready. She apologized over and over, hugging him and raining down kisses upon him. Finally, Terrian loomed over them, intent on getting the whole situation over with. His eight foot long tail flicked in the breeze, wings twitching to take advantage of it and soar. His deep red scales seemed to burn with fire as the sun began to set. He flared his crest to imply his impatience and a light rumble emanated from his chest to get the woman’s attention.

  “It is time for him to go.” He eyed her five and a half foot frame, resting his clawed hand on her shoulder. Standing on his hind legs, he was only about a foot taller than her. From all fours, he would have had to look up at her. Not that he’d have minded, she was a lovely specimen. He understood how she had seduced a merman.

  “Will you be alright, mother?” Xil managed between ragged breaths and his own tears.

  Shaking with new sobs, she muttered, “Yes, dear. Now go.” Her bloodshot eyes never left her son as Terrian grabbed the boy and ushered him to the portal. Flanked by Griffons on either side, it was a swirling sheet of water-like light filling an ornate archway. Supposedly, the gems and stones that decorated it had a much more practical purpose in the magic of it than just making it look nice.

  After watching the boy, and prodding him along in a less-than-gentle sort of way, he turned to see the boy’s mother as she wailed with renewed sorrow.

  Addressing her as sternly as he dared, not wanting to upset her any more than he had too, he said, “Ma’am, if you do not mind, the day is coming to a close. I would appreciate it if you vacated the premises expeditiously in order for me to retire for the day. I understand that you are upset, however, it has been a long day and I require rest and food.” His ir
ritation at the long day was noticeable in his voice and he sighed, reminding himself that he had almost two dozen cases to deal with over the next three days. The purity squads tended to round up groups, sending them off only once there were near twenty of them. Terrian was assured that he would only have to work at the portal for approximately five days out of every two hundred. It had initially sounded like an easy job. Today had changed his mind.

  Terrian returned to his apartment in the city that night, exhausted and rather put out of sorts from the day. Exiling children was apparently not his cup of tea. Most of the children were sent off by their mothers, and Terrian had noticed several that he wouldn’t have minded breeding with himself. As he settled into his nest, he reminisced about the attractive dragon that had to give up her son tomorrow as well as a phoenix that was losing her daughter. Letting his thoughts drift and caress the different females’ curves, he felt his chest rumble in approval. His eyes burned with wanton need as he recalled how long it had been since he had dominated a female, flaring his wings around her and pinning her beneath him. He noted his phallus responding to his thoughts, dismaying that he would go unsatisfied yet another night.

  The following morning, Terrian found himself contemplating the dragon mother he would encounter that day. His dreams last night had involved her and he intended to finally release his pent up desires, that is, if he could persuade her. As much as his instincts screamed at him to be dominant, take what he wanted, do as he wished, Terrian just couldn’t bring himself to be like the alpha males. He preferred for his sexual encounters to be consensual. He would be extra comforting to her when it was her son’s turn to be sent off. He would save her son for last of the day so that he could speak with her at length, show off his exceptional physique and perfect wings. He would walk her of the grounds and convince her to eat dinner with him. Maybe he would offer an enticement of taking her to see her son someday. Visits were rarely granted unless you knew the right official. He was luckily, one of those officials.

  It was another long and tedious day, Terrian ran on autopilot, thinking only of his plan for the dragon at the end of the day. As the boy, Bru’Nik by name, was sent through, Terrian returned to the mother. He straightened his robe, squared his shoulders, and kept his head high as he raised her eyes to his. She had lovely violet eyes, tear-stained at the moment, but lovely, nonetheless. He gently caressed her cheek with his claw as he addressed her in soothing tones, “Your son is not dead. This is simply a new beginning for him. Varga is as lovely of a moon as Onara. The placement agents on the other side will assist him greatly. Please, do not despair.”

  A hint of smile curved the very edge of her mouth as she sniffed a reply, “Thank you. I appreciate you being so gentle with the procedure. I had heard horror stories of past officials tearing children away and beating any who cried. I worried that I would not be allowed to see him off. He would have made strong alpha. If only he had been hatched with wings I may have passed him as a pure blood dragon.” Her eyes dropped as she recalled her despair at his hatching. His dragon snout had protruded from his shell, followed by claws and very dragon scaled skin. Her hopes had risen. Then he emerged fully from the shell and only his lack of wings and slightly shorter tail marked him for his dirty blood.

  “You may see him again someday. Perhaps I could buy your dinner and you can tell me about him. He seemed like a very fine boy.” He smiled at her as he gave his wings a slight shuffle.

  She accepted and they left the grounds for a nearby feast hall. Settling onto plush cushions near the fire, they ordered their meal and conversed. Terrian tried to let her talk as much as possible, having learned that the females liked that. He took in her unique scent, eyed her comely form, and mingled his tail with hers. After their meal, she had begun to rub gently against him. When he began to scent her rising arousal, he quickly paid and invited her to his apartment for some bloodwine.

  He had barely poured two glasses before he found her nipping at his tail. He drank his glass in a quick gulp and eyed her greedily. The scent of her womanhood was pouring off her in the confined space of his apartment and it demanded that he dominate her, as a male should. He removed his robe and helped her to remove her garments as well. He circled her, rubbing his own aroused scent onto her, rumbling in his chest. Flaring his wings, he nipped her wings and tail as well. Finding her face, he nuzzled into her neck and slowly ushered her towards his nest. She presented her neck to him in submission and wrapped her wings tightly against her lithe body. Pressing in on her, she raked her claws against his chest, egging him on. Finally, between the scent of her and the pent up frustrations of months without a lover, Terrian forced her onto her back, biting her neck but not drawing blood. He growled in his throat, pressing the tips of his wings to the ground on either side of her.

  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.”