Another fairly p*rny warrior (Patreon)

Hey so, as you've noticed no doubt, change of plans.

I was going to do the big Sunday upload yesterday at the latest thinking I could hunker down and crunch through it, so to speak. But as it turned out, work has suddenly out of nowhere turned really busy all of a sudden, especially for the first half of this week, and try as I might, I saw no way to get there on time at the rate it was going.

So I have decided, instead of two rush jobs for two weeks straight (as this week would also have to be crunched to finish on time obviously with last week being late) I'm just going to leave last week's upload for this week's Sunday and not ruin my wrists trying to do both.

I've also decided that is probably a good idea from here on out, if I miss a Sunday upload due to other obligations, better to just postpone it for the next one rather than try to rush them both.

On a positive note this does mean that this week I have a lot of free time from most of the work being done already last week, so I can maybe do a little bonus thing instead on Saturday or whatever.

Oh yeah and also of course the character sketches will now just come today, tomorrow, and Friday instead of the usual.

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...What followed was perhaps the most restful night the group had experienced yet since setting off, the prince no longer constantly perturbed by his magical manhood, he only fucked Knight Sophia and Bernadette once each, keeping it nice and slow for once, before falling asleep.

The next day was similarly looking to be uneventful, Casandra having requested a day of uninterrupted research into the fragmentary notes, scrolls, and tomes, for hopefully even more progress made the next day.

So with nothing of import to do, aside from perhaps purchasing some more supplies at the local market, it was decided to pay their Orcish compatriots a visit and deliver the news.

Problem was now, how foreigners popping in and out of the well-guarded city just to visit some nearby woods that's half a day's ride away to return immediately after could raise eyebrows, and with progress well on the way in both uncovering the prince's fornicational mystery and in getting the church on their side, they might need to be careful.

As luck would have it, when they traveled to the entrance gatehouse to scout things out, they immediately spotted a familiar face among the guards letting visitors in and out.

The stern face of black-haired guard Olivia turned into a concerned frown at the approach of the prince, a blush spreading over her face. It didn't take much convincing before she called in a fellow guard to cover her shift for a bit while she excused herself, smuggling a coyly smiling prince with her quickly before questions could be raised as they both made their way outside of the outer walls. To disappear down a side path into the slums surrounding the city, mostly occupied by beggars and people stranded, denied entry for questionable and unfair reasons, hoping to try again the next day.

Pushing her against the back wall of a particularly sturdy hut the prince and guard Olivia made quick work of it as he slid the short tabard she wore under her armour aside to slide himself inside of her, still standing upwards and facing each other.

Slowly driving himself in to the root, enjoying the sounds of strained leather straps of her armour stretching with the added girth to her midsection his enormous penis made, he lifted her trim, fit leg up for leverage before quickly and shallowly pumping himself back and forth inside of her hot and wet, tight slit. The stern female guard moaning and gasping into his face quickly as she met his feverish pace with her own in turn, rolling and gyrating her hips against the prince's groin as it rhythmically smacked against her.

Before long he began pouring himself into her hot box as well to her soft cries of pleasure and, not wanting to overburden the straps of her armour, slid himself back out of her after three massive pumps stretching her belly to let the rest of his thick, stringy white goop splatter against the wall instead, she'd had to return to her duty quickly and couldn't do that with a dirty uniform, much as he would like to cover her.

Making themselves decent again, Olivia informed him on the rough times when she's on duty so she could help smuggle him back inside again, and off the prince went, on his own for the first time since getting rescued.

Just before mid-day he reached the spot they'd picked to camp before entering the city, but being neither a seasoned survivalist or gifted tracker, wasted a bit of time wandering around the area in search of the clearing, slowly growing panicky, when suddenly a green, strong arm wound itself around his throat from behind.

"Vhad's dis? A lonesome human all alone in de woods?"

A husky, but distinctly feminine voice gruffed into his ear.

"Good day Sharog, I was trying to find camp and was starting to worry I'd gotten lost"

He replied to the unmistakable thick accent of his favourite Orc, she laughed heartily in reply, and spun the prince around to face her, hugging him close and burying his face into her ample cleavage before keeping him an arm's length away while she inspected him with concern growing on her face.

"Vhy are you alone princeling? Did someding happen to de odders?"

A brief recap and some assurances later they were back at camp, where the prince immediately got the wind kicked out of him as Mugbel hurled herself at him with an excited cry. And with the pleasantries out of the way, he began to explain the new plan and the next steps to take...

"So we'll have to stay a while longer, at least until we can get the church to back off, then the guild can send out a search party to investigate the ruins."

The prince finished, chewing on some venison as Sharog and Mugbel had decided to celebrate his brief return with a mid-day roast and stew.

"So you vil return nowv, yes?"

Sharog asks, the prince swallowing a mouthful of deer before answering.

"That was the plan yes, I'm only here to deliver the news..."

He began, trailing off at the disappointed looks the pair give him.

"...but..."

The pair perk up again.

"The guard I uhm... "bribed", to get in and out would have her shift ended by now... so, I suppose I'll have to stay till tomorrow morning before I can get back inside..."

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Right, so as you can see, another human for the sketch, she's like some vague Roman analogue or what have you, again, haven't figured out the human side of things, continuing on with Dragons instead:

We've talked about the two non-Dragon category of Dragons, which sounds insane to type but it's important the distinction is made, as there are a lot of pseudo Dragons running and flying around that from your medieval dirt farmer's perspective, are just Dragons because they're big serpentine flying monsters that breathe fire and steal livestock, and really, that's all that matters.

But now, let's talk about the real deal. And for this we're going to take a step back and take on the role of a paleontologist looking at this all as if we're living in this world, and trying to piece together an evolutionary history with fragmentary fossilized bones. As we have a look at what this paleontologist might call 'Saurian' Dragons.

Saurian Dragons are, as the name might imply, related to Dinosaurs. They are big, they are scaly, they breath fire (or other elements) can fly, and lastly, and as stated before perhaps most importantly, wield magic. They are your quintessential Fantasy Dragons.

In the early days, it was actually thought that Dragons were direct ancestors of the ancient Dinosaurs, as the Birds are, with Gryphons and their ilk being descendants from them. And it was hotly debated for a time when how and why either group got their wings and took to the sky, seemingly completely independantly from each other, Birds, and Dinosaurs as a whole.

This all was thrown aside with the discovery of a single fossil. A small, arboreal, lizard like creature, featuring a huge fan of segmented bony spikes it could fan out around its shoulder girdle. To the paleontologists of the time, an obvious precursor to the great wings of their later ancestors, similar to the bony struts found in some lizards today, used to glide between the trees from branch to branch as they hunted for insects and arachnids, small early mammals, and whatever else was smaller than them presumably. Unlike the lizards with those fan like structures though, theirs were strongly anchored to their skeletons, with already quite significant muscle attachments wrapping around the torso to anchor them in place, and several additional bones in the shoulder girdle not found in any other vertebrate alive today or extinct except the distantly related Gryphons.

Only problem was, it was found in rocks much too old to be a Dinosaur.

And it had feathers.

Well, feathers is a strong word, it had some roughly quill-like, hairy body covering, roughly analogues with real feathers found in modern Birds, and the similar picnofibers that covered the bodies of another extinct group of big fliers; Pterosaurs.

It was now fairly obvious that the origin of Dragons, and Gryphons both, lay much earlier than previously thought. And in the years that followed a slew of other discoveries started painting a clearer picture of what their evolutionary family tree actually looked like.

And it is at this point that I realize covering just one of the "real" Dragon families found in this sexed-up version of my homebrew fantasy setting is getting so long I'm going to have to cut it up again and leave the next part for later. So... See ya next time for more Dragon ramblings and smut.

It's not that long but there's a big portion of story and also the whole explanation for the delay and I do have limited characters here, so yeah. This is as good a cut off point as any.

SoCarter out.