#[where are you looking at Trondo???]

[trondopeacekeeper]

Little blades: welcome back Minster Trondor!!! Dad said you will be back home soon :3 did you have a good trip?

Trondo gave a small smile back. The journey back to home was indeed a bit exhausting but that was not certainly the place or the moment to show it.

''Yes, I had a good trip... What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be here around all alone?'' Trondo asked before taking a long look at the Frotress with a sense of pride. His home was always the place where he felt safer, no matter what.

[twelvedozenterrors]

Some Much-Needed Respite

trondopeacekeeper:

Perhaps his reaction had been a little exaggerated, yes, but the terrible sudden realization of the missing kunai being the deadliest one almost sent him into a heart attack. For this reason, the relief when realizing no accident happened led the elder dragon to almost crush Andy under his chest in such impulsive gesture of love.

He stayed like that for a couple of seconds and then, in the same quick way he had hugged the dragonling, now his arms separated around Andy, finding a discomfort face. Trondo paid no attention and his glancing went back to a second closely inspection, with stern face trying to find out that Andy didn’t self-harmed him. Just in case.

When he had finished, his annoyment suffered from a stiff face. The gaze then went the kunai on his own claw. At the end, Trondo let out a hiss of disapproval. “You have an eye for weapons, eh little guy? You’ve certainly gone for the best.” he wiggled the kunai between his fingers, almost tantalizingly in front of Andy eyes before tucking it back into the pockets hanging from the strap across his chest. “It’s a wonder you didn’t cut yourself on this thing.” and so it was. The fact that nothing serious had happened was almost miraculous. And again he was conflicted, he didn’t know whether to feel extremely worried, angry or proud. Andy kept looking at him with that angry, disappointed face that were trying to persuade Trondo for giving what he wanted. The super dangerous kunai from Fireworks Factory.

“Don’t look at me like that, Andy. You know the rules, you need to learn to follow them ,little boy.” a claw passed first over Andy’s horns with another brief touch. Then he let it rest on his flexed leg. “But if you ever get the urge to pick up a kunai for the hundred time, and let’s be honest because I know this isn’t going to stop, at least don’t make it this one, for all you want.”

Trondo spoke warningly. His body was getting stiff for being in that position so he finally sat in the floor, breathing out a little exasperated but letting a gap in his lap if Andy wanted to snug there. Like a symbol of peace, despite his grumpiness.

Frustration was coursing through the little hatchling's body.

“I-I can do it! You say I can’t, but I can do it!” Being flustered on top of having little skill with conveying his thoughts since he was only a baby, Andy struggled to make his case and couldn’t fully understand every reason why he wasn’t allowed to hold knives.

His impulses were getting better as time passed (and definitely alleviated by a certain stuffed toy), but he’d convinced himself that a large part of the problem revolved around a lack of dexterity. In his misunderstanding, Andy was desperate to prove that he could manage those sorts of dangers through being cunning and taking caution.

The look in his eyes was not that of a child getting pouty because he wasn’t allowed to do something he wanted to do - he was bitter that he felt like the people he looked up to didn’t have faith in what he was capable of, and wanted to refute their opinions with everything that he could do at a young age. Demonstrate his knowledge of the dangers of sharp weaponry by handling them from a distance, maintain safety precautions by staying away from the bladed side at all times, and indicate that he only wanted to have the kunai nearby rather than recklessly wield it.

Anything to prove that all he needed now was patience...and that he was being underestimated.

Andy ignored Trondo’s invitation to come over to his lap, sitting down where he was placed with his head facing the ground and making a occasional glance over to where he’d left the stick. Whatever annoyance he had over the kunai being taken from him was absolutely dwarfed by hopelessness over his inability to show his caretaker what he was trying to achieve.

“I can be ‘sponsible...”, he whimpered out as tears started forming in the corners of his eyes.

[luteoflaughs]

Song Of Trondo

@trondopeacekeeper​

The music Tomas played was wonderful, there was nary a day where Tomas wasn’t strumming his lute in some respect. He was in constant search of new ideas. It wasn’t an easy art to master being a bard, but Tomas strived to be as exciting as he could be. Entertaining the realms was a task only a few dragons could pull off. Darius was certainly a rival to Tomas in that respect. So, in an attempt to beat that white scaled blowhard Tomas spent hours thinking, shaking his head, and throwing balls of paper everywhere. The creative process was a hard one. However, Tomas would never admit defeat. Not to Darius!

Song

“Just you wait Darius! My next performance will be a thousand times better than yours! You may think I didn’t notice that joke you snuck in there about bards. But, I did! I saw it! Calling my stories too overdone? Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could have sworn you used the same plot point in your last production. Honestly, calling me overdone? I mean, come on...”

Tomas didn’t really hate Darius, he was simply playing up the drama. Both dragons were lovers of attention. And nothing was more exciting than to see than a rivalry. It pushed Darius and Tomas to work harder, so that they could bring out the best in one another. Such determination could not be matched.

The main problem was, Tomas was stumped. He couldn’t think of anything. At times like this, Tomas would turn to Spyro or another for some help. Nestor was an option, but did Tomas truly want his crush to be a part of this? There was also Tomas’s brother Titan, but the pair of them weren’t on friendly terms due to past events. Tomas had stayed away from his brother after what happened to Red. The only elder to ever be banished from the realms for delving into dark crystals that ought not to be tampered with, both Titan and Tomas were friends with Red once. Tomas felt both he and Titan should have done more, should have seen the signs, and saved Red before it was too late.

(Red...I’m so sorry...I will...make it up to you someday...I failed you...)

[dominimalitiae]

(cont’d ;; @trondopeacekeeper​)

Trondo had been captured by creatures beyond his comprehension while flying around that gigantic volcano. That place was getting him into his nerves while they dragged his hurt body around the black halls and long passages, extremely hot even for a Peace Keeper like him so used to negligent landscapes. Living there were hordes of horrendous and ugly creatures, thousands of them sharing space in that hell, screaming and babbling like possessed against his presence.

And everything fought to be finally brought as a war gift to some random lord. But immediately when draconic eyes met that unnatural captor’s gaze, a flame of red, piercing eyes which only few could endure his terrible intentions, was in that moment when Trondo suspected that Lord to be more than meets the eye. A strange aurea of ancient power and darkness was surrounding him, strongly enough to even the temible Peace Keeper to look away.

He fought against his touch and roared, complaining about the situation with rage.

“You don’t fucking dare to touch me…” whispered and tried to bit the Lord’s hands, showing his teeth while wildy shaking against his chains. “ Where I am?Let me GO!”

Mairon laughed at the dragon’s rage as he carefully kept his hands beyond his reach. But, after all, he would not have expected anything less from such a creature. If anything, he would have been sorely disappointed had he not put up a fight.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” he said, clearly mocking him. The chains used on him were of his own making: no ordinary bindings, but ones meant for strong beings. He’d been inspired by that same chain used on his own Master so long ago.

He circled him, observing him closely like one would an object they wish to purchase and show in their home. And the dragon was just that in the Dark Lord’s eyes, at least for the moment. Until he would submit to his will, he would be nothing more than a pet inside a cage.

“Where are your manners?” he asked, his tone a bit more stern now. “This is no way to treat the master of the house who so kindly welcomed you.”

He played with the ring on his finger, daunting eyes still fixed on the creature before him. He supposed he owed him an answer.

“You are in Mordor, my kingdom. And I am afraid I cannot grant your wish for, you see, it’s been so long since the last time I saw one of your kind.”

[lesserfandomappreciation]

Since this is a continuation of this, I’m going to keep it in line to that ask. Let me know if you want me to write it as gender-neutral.

Still think is this the dirtiest line of asks I’ve ever gotten/written (hehe).

Warning: VERY Lemon, daddy kink, minor breath play.

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She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. His cock stuffed her over and over again, stretching her out in a way that had her on the brink of shattering. The pleasure coursing through her veins spiked suddenly as that cock hit deep in her, rubbing against the nerves within as her restraint snapped with it.

“Oh- oh daddy-!”

Nestor

The slow, deep pace came to a screeching halt. S/o didn’t want to lift her head up off Nestor’s chest - his stock-still body beneath hers was breathless. Whatever face he did have would be equally still, a nervous expression likely on there. Damn it- she should have known better than to bring this up now. 

“...Come again?” Biting her lip so nervously was a bad idea but it was the only way to steel herself to look up at him. She’d been right about him being still, but the neutral look was unexpected. 

“Sorry, it just came out. If you’re not comfortable we don’t-” S/o tried to adjust herself, the cock inside her dragging against a spot that made stars start to shine behind her eyes, but Nestor’s arm kept her right where she was. A deep, almost-purring chuckle made her whimper as the body under hers shook lightly.

“I never said I was uncomfortable dear, but I must admit that title isn’t for me.” Unable to move with her arms pinned under his, S/o was helpless to do anything but moan when he sat up, pressing her down onto his fat cock. His hips undulated upwards, hitting her deeper than before. 

“Why don’t we try out ‘Sir’ instead?”

Trondo

"Damn right I am.” Almost all the breath was punted out of S/o when the hips that had been pushing into her were now brutally pounding into her mercilessly. Trondo pulled her feet over his shoulders and grabbed her hips. Tightly. There’d be bruises tomorrow but they’d be so worth it. 

“Tell Daddy what you want, baby girl. Tell ‘im!”

“I want-” Sex hazing her mind made it hard to form any words. The sound of him thrusting into her in such a frenzy was maddening. The pressure inside her was building, rising. A hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing lightly, and her breath was made shallow. “I want to cum on your cock! Please, Daddy!”

“Oh fuck-” The dragon pressed down into her, chest to chest with as he bent her in half, not slowing for even a second. His hands - his warm, big hands - pulled her hips flat against him to the point she couldn’t so much as wiggle without feeling his cock slide into her. All she could do was moan and lose herself in pleasure as Trondo used her as a sex doll.

Gasping, moaning, squirming, S/o cried out when a hard snap into her hips sent her over. White flooded her vision and her insides when he roared and came hard, filling her to the point of overflow before collapsing beside her, his cock still inside of her. 

S/o’s eyes slid shut, basking in the afterglow. And snapped wide open when she felt him slowly moving again. 

“Ready for round two, baby girl?”

Cyrin

“How about that then? ‘Looks like lil’ darlin’s got some kinks o’ her own.” S/o flushed down at the dragon she was riding, a smug grin on his face. The cock inside her twitched though her hips had stopped moving. 

“Oh no getting all shy on me now. Ol’ Cyrin wants to hear all of it.” S/o’s breath hitched when his hands rose up to grab her thighs, pulling her off of him until the very tip of him was left inside. Lazy as he was he was still a dragon, and no amount of squirming would get her back down on that dick. Cyrin gave a chuckle. “Now call Cyrin like you were doing earlier. I wanna hear it.”

“Cyrin.” Her insides clenched around air no matter how hard she tried. Tease. “Cyrin I’m begging you, let me-”

“Hm, that’s not what I wanna hear.” His thumbs pressed small circles in her thighs painfully close to where they needed to be but not so much as grazing. He shot another lazy grin at her, this one more wicked than before. “Maybe Daddy needs to remind ya what ya get if ya do a good job.”

S/o hadn’t a second to process. The hands that had been holding her up sent her straight down, his cock bottoming out into her within seconds. Cyrin’s groans were outdone by her loud, broken moan at the sudden fill, falling forward to balance herself on his belly. Fuck that hit deep. "Talk to me darlin’.”

“Daddy let- fuck - let me ride you please?”

“Aw how can I say no when you ask so nicely? Go right ahead darlin’.” Picking up her pace again, S/o noticed Cyrins hands were still on her thighs, pressing her back down in time to her movements. “Let Daddy see how pretty ya’look when ya lose it.”

Lateef

S/o knew the second she had said it. She hadn’t meant to - it’s just they had been so wrapped up in each other (literally, Lateef had a need to be as twisted into her as possible, even his very tail twisting around her leg to ground her in the moment) and it was all so overwhelmingly good that it slipped out. She had to make it right.

Her arms loosened enough to prop herself up to look at him. The dark blue scales where warm with lust in the middle of their time together and it took everything to not sink right back into the warmth. “Lateef, that slipped out, I’m so sorry,” s/o said massaging her hand into his shoulder. “I know that’s not your thing and you don’t like that.”

“Who said that?” Lateef grabbed her hand playing with her fingers in his gentle grip. S/o blinked owlishly at him. He did. He said things like that all time about “equal give and take” and “go with the flow.” Daddy kinks were not going with the flow. In fact they were the very opposite of going with the flow. 

“You said-”

“My star love-making is for both our pleasures but it is also exploring what lies within, what demands attention. Your soul calls out to see this matter. Exploration of change is never a fault.” Her hand was gently taken to his lips, a kiss pressed so lightly that it made the heat in his gaze seem searing.

“Besides, there’s no reason I should hate you calling me so sweetly.”

[reimahowaido]

Spyro: Reignited review part 4.5

Great to start the evening/night off with something I love~~ So let's talk about those Peace Keeper Dragons, shall we~? Titan - What an introduction! This man is rearing to go! Or should I say, roaring to go. You know I had to make that pun~ Aaaah, buddy yeeeees~ I love the purple/magenta/flirt color they used for the accents along with the orange. He's got a nice axe and a great voice and everything about this design is so gooood. Even that exit animation~ I've not mentioned them a lot so far, but some of those are great too. Really embodies that feel you get when you enter the second homeworld Magnus - Big boiiiiii. He's Full of personality! And I enjoy his colors too. They really got those sumo wrestler vibes right on him and honestly I do really like him, he's greeeeat~ I think I might like him more than I did at first. He's definitely grown on me Gunnar - First of all, love the eyepatch. I'll always love eyepatch wearing characters. That's just Aesthetics.jpg to me~ Not to mention that that's a nice color scheme, and good voice - as seems to be the common thing with most these dragons xD A bit too many teeth and face spikes for my liking, but he's good

Conan - From a simple 'Thank you for releasing me' to someone I actually remember~ Not a favourite design, but I do recognize this reference. Didn't read the books, but I remember the Donald Duck comics on Don Quijote (*Proceeds to google name to know how to write that*). The fact he's facing the wrong way at first is brilliant too. Simple but shows that they really put a lot of love and effort into these games~ Although I Do Really like that wing color Boris - "Dry Canyon rewards good gliders" Don't remind meeee. Boris nooo I suck at gliding. A lot of people seem to like his design too, and yeah it's nice, the little rattle snake tail, the bull horns and the bell. Yeah I can kinda see what they were going for. He's alright, I like the wing colors again and he fine, but bruh, gliding. His voice is very nice too though, I can't lie Ivor - Honestly probably one of my favourites of the older elder dragons. He's got that design theme around an old bomber, he sounds nice and his attempt at remembering and saying something nice to Spyro is pretty wholesome. I like this fella. Oh, and it looks like at the end when he's supposed to leave, he sneezes, in the direction of the bomb he's holding so carefully. Uh oh. Uh oh Ivor. We all better hope he either doesn't have fire breath or that he's veteran enough with those bombs to not let such an accident happen. Because if not, oh no Maximos -Heeeere comes one cute big boi~ I did go and check on what I wrote before, I cheated on myself, R.I.P. but I still agree, he does look like a pitbull/bull terrier in a way. Tiny wings for a big boi~ He knows how to appreciate good well seasoned food and we love him for that. I'm not angry at him for being at a place where it wasn't exactly all that easy to get to because I was able to get there first try (and then I died and/or failed several times and had to go get the key again, woop). I like him, and especially that little "Oh, oh I got a little carried away didn't I." feel at the end Halvor - Yeeeee I like him~ He's really cute with his big ram headed hammer. I know that's probably not the first thing that people think of when it comes to Halvor, but I freaking love the lean/hugging of the hammer at the end of his speech. Also he's got a kinda unique color scheme. I like this fella, I dooo Enzo - Not a lot of time to take in this dude's whole design, we don't see or hear a lot of him. I gotta admit I'm not personally a biiiig fan of that chin. Not the worst design I don't think, and the crossbow is cool, even if you only really see a small glimce of it as he's leaving Marco - Slinky lanky prosthetics boi~ Representation here he is~ And he has a halberd too~ I love these little things they're greatttt. He's nice too, gives off some weapon crafter feel to be honest. Yeah he's not as big or buff as the others, but the variety makes me like him more Ulric - Lots of dragons in Ice Cavern, and the first one of them is red, nice contrasting color to be honest. He's got great animations. Not the most memorable to me, but not bad either. He's another fella who is very much fine Todor - But let's be honest, the real reason why anyone else in Ice Caverns loses some of their shine is because Todor Is Here~ Yeeee he my favourite, I really like him ok? Long lanky boi, with big feathery wings that have a very pretty gradient. Nice light blue color, fur, big bow, he's got actual ears, antlers as horns..... Yeah, He's great. I like this fella a lot. Sneaky man giving Spyro some hints. He wink. His releasing animation kinda looks like he was peering upwards as if to go 'yo what is that' so he was seemingly paying attention and aware of what was going on. And at the end he takes his bow and seemingly readies himself to go get stuff done. Love him, love him so much. The only thing I'm not 110% on is the goatie. Not the biggest fan of goaties, sorry ya'll. So, a, part of me is like... What if he has ice breath instead of a fire one? That goatie looks a little like it's frozen, so maybe it's just ice stuck to his chin. Or not but you know! And again, I love

this whole thing where there are different bodytypes for the dragons. Seeing the slimmer fellas among all the big buff bois is refreshing, makes Todor all the greater and more unique to me Andor - Another 'thank you for releasing me' dragon. I like the necklace he was given, it's big and bold and adds a nice little thing to the design itself (wow those words are contradictory, big little, I English, Yes). Big lion tail, he's very polite as he bows. Doesn't do a lot, but I like the design regardless Asher - And another few worded fella with some added lines this time. I kinda get a feeling he was about to get to some life lessons or such and the other Ice Cavern dragons just scattered - makes you feel a little bad for the fella. There's a lot of them in the level, so I kinda see them all as a unit, where the younger dragons are a little unruly, perhaps a tad over confident or narcissistic (Ulric boasts on his size, Todor is sneaky, Andor is polite but will sneak away with the others when a chance is given, Ragnar starts his talk off with a whole 'I, me, I am pretty great ain't I' so he falls under the stuff too. Andor is the least troubling of them all, but they're a bit of a team of rascals. Capable and get their job done, but a little unruly at times, which is why Asher is there. I feel. I've made a whole story of their relations now xD) Asher is fine, he's fine. He's got a lot on his hands Ragnar - I like his design. The smoke from his nostrils is a nice detail and gives him some uniqueness. The hothead of the team? Maybe? Certainly a fire breather though, keeps the place and others warm. I dunno what else to say, I like him in his simplicity Trondo - This man got attitude. Very expressive. Cool weapon bro, also a slightly sneaky hint on 'watch his back'. He's fine, decent, I do like him too and there's some unique feel to him. Not up there in my favourites, but I'd say like solid middle ground or such? Man, I should be doing one of those tier lists now shouldn't I. Oh boy

[trondopeacekeeper]

YOU came back grumy did you buddy

Trondo looked even grumpier at the anon annoying way of talking to him.

''Leave me" the Peace Keeper gasped with exasperation, still sharpening his knives for the next mission. The sky was already getting darker, as if his bad mood would soon cover it with the night, just like him. "You don't have any idea of the terrible place where I have been these past two years... Awful. And yer provocations are not helping at all with my moodiness!"

[trondopeacekeeper]

A quiet knock alerts you as you turn, you see a small figure- wearing a old band shirt and comfortable looking pants. The figure checks around before clearing their throat, “Hello there. My name is Zeppelin. I live uh, on the other side of Mordhaus basement. Mule told Me i’d find you here.” They explained, waving their hand. “ i uh. I have a question. And since you do not know me well, I figured you’d be the best to ask.” They swallowed nervously.

“How uh- how do you. Ask someone out? Or you know. Tell them you like them.” They mumbled out. “Lets say. I have uh, a friend here at Mordhaus i wanted to take to dinner.” They blushed a bit, “Any tips on how to do so?..”

@the-schizotypal-cryptid

It had been a couple of days since Trondo had settled in the Mule's basement, where he lived comfortably until could find a new way to return to the Dragon Realms. He had been hiding there from the humans and their problems, at least until the ugly wounds from defending Mule's honor were healed. With they very busy with their band things, the dragon believed that this temporary confinement would turn into a horrible and boring torture, so the surprise was great with the discover that the time hanging around their place was more enjoyable than expected, above all after discovering the classic rock records the demon treasured.

Trondo listened to that quiet knock and when he turned around, a small figure entered the place with a shy voice. Suddenly, that stranger whose name was Zeppelin without knowing Trondo at all started asking him about dating tips... To Trondo!

''Ey, ey... Zeppelin. Like the rock band, right?'' he recalled the band because that evening he had been listening to it non-stop. ''Are you a friend of Mule? Uhm, you seem quite young. Are you human or another interdimensional o paranormal entity, like me or the rest of the bastards?'' a laugh escaped from his jaws as he started walking to the sofa, listening to Zeppelin's beg to assessor them with the love matters. ''You have a good one to ask... '' he was being sarcastic and sat on the sofa, careless. ''In my Realm, things are straightforward and direct. If you like someone, you go and ask them for a date.'' he shrugged. As if it was so easy, and more coming from the first who couldn't barely ask that to the person he likes. ''Another path is to first study and calculate all the movements you're going to follow before telling them your intentions. But that's the path of the warrior. You've to be ready for that.

...Who is that friend? Do I know him? Maybe I can help you.''

[trondopeacekeeper]

Cryptid ran, falling once but quickly getting back up.

“Trondo! Hey hey, big man!” They called finally getting his attention, they stopped and calmed down. “You have bubbas number? Maybe who was it Gunnar?” They asked shyly. “Or you know them better- who’d be better to uh. Get with.” Cryptid chuckled before eyeing the now honestly not surprised dragon.

Trondo looked at Cryptid with an eyebrow arched.

''Ey, wait a moment... Are you the funny one who ordered this Bucks guy to pierce my side with an arrow to bring me to you?'' He points to the stitched wound with a rough movement. ''Ole, then here I am. And the funny thing is that you're asking me for the phone number of my friends... '' Trondo's tail starts to play, giving to Cryptid a little ass-slap. ''Dragons don't use cell phones, but I can tell you where they live and hang around... If you give me a kiss, of course. For the inconveniences'' his yellow eyes challenged Cryptid.

[trondopeacekeeper]

🗝

🗝️: Secret Night

TRONDO/HALVOR stuff because I ship these two until the end. Fluff/sex/alcohol (not explicit)

''There is an incident that I can't or shouldn't easely forget. I have tried but it's something that my goddammed mind doesn't want to discard and casually it always shows up during the most unexpected times. Ah, shit... Mun put me into this situation and you have the key, so I suppose I don't have another option.

I warn you, anon, I don't want a single word about it out of this room. If any other dragons would ever know about what happened that day, I can assure you that you won't sleep at nights''.

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

All the story began at the Summer Festival celebration on Dry Canyon. It's a night party where the Peacekeepers gather and welcome the beggining of the Summer in the Dragon Realms. We usually set a big fire at sunset, pray the honor for our ancestors and dance until dawn.

But there is a secret that the rest of Dragons don't know about: It's also Peacekeepers mating time. And we search for a partner almost insatiably.

As you can imagine, party is party, and in our Realm we destill a real strong liquid from cactus fruit. It is called Dragon Breath and it was the main star of that night. The beverage flowed like water at the party and all of my friends seemed too happy... Myself included.

Then, the games started. The marvelous idea of creating a silly game was suddenly thought by Maximos. We had to test our strenght. This test consisted on charge attacking shaped Gnorc targets placed all around. One by one, we tried but no one was hitting the targets with such accuracy as Halvor did. After all, my friend is the Ram Dragon and a Master of the Charge Attack, so he had no rival. He destroyed each and every one of them with the same ease as breathing.

Halvor and I have always been very good friends, brothers in arms. Yes, we have gone through many adventures together. He gave me a hand in the worst scenarios and we have always shared a great confidence. But what happened that night it just passed over all my expectations... Uhh, I have to admit it was sweet. And I still feel the stupid guilt because I liked it so much.

I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol that clouded my senses or the lusty emotion of the tribal music rumbling in my ears ... But a very knowing heat grew inside my thighs while seeing Halvor's movements. His muscular and scaly body dancing with that masculine vitality, flames shining upon his thick black plates.

I saw a great warrior. Among other things that were less appropiate. His charming presence affected me greatly. Why was I paying so much attention to the sensuality of his eyes? In the shape of his chest? I had seen Halvor a million times, damn it! But never that way. Never like that night.

I had to withdraw from the party to a canyon, away from the crowd. My heart was pounding like a crazy and was hard to stand that unbearable heat between my legs. There, alone, I tried to clear my mind. My rational part was saying no. But my emotional side screamed for Halvor's touch and kisses...

But that strong-headed noticed my absence and looked everywhere until he found me. When landed behind me, he walked towards with a victorious pose.

''Why did you leave?'' Halvor asked with that never ending smile. ''I have never seen you like that... You don't usually withdraw from a challenge so easely. Maybe did you hate losing in front of me?''

The fool thought I felt offended by losing in front of him. Silly ram head ... You were playing the innocent, because you know me too well. You knew very well what was happening to my mind. Before I could make up any excuses, Halvor leaned toward me with a seductive face and stroked my scaly beard. I was stunned.

''Are you going to tell me, Trondo? Or I should go back with the others and continue with my show off?'' asked with his natural seductiveness. He was getting closer and closer, and I could smell the Dragon's Breath in his jaws. Fuck, we were so drunk and he was looking so hot...

No words were needed. I grabbed him by the waist and kissed his lips right there, stars the only whitnesses of that secret passion. Our jaws joined in a passionate kiss. Our tongues fought each other and our fangs collided.

That was my answer.

My mind was flying away. My body so hot it could have melt steel. Despite our drunken state, we were both well aware of what was happening and something was real: we wanted and needed each other.

Our tails entwined. My claws explored his strong pectorals, scaly abdominals and inner thighs without any shame, until we joined our bodies together under the moon light. In the distance, I could hear the noise of the party, how our friends were still singing and dancing completely unaware to our heavy pleasure moans...

The next morning, when I woke up and saw Halvor naked curling up next to me, mixed feelings assaulted me. I really enjoyed his body against mine, the way he screamed my name... But what was going to happen now?

After a while, Halvor also woke up. When those blue eyes met my confused and blushed face, all what he could do was let out a nonchalantly laugh before explaining me a little secret. ''The truth is that everything came out to order. Maximos' game was really my idea. I wanted to prove myself in front of you... I thought that you saw me more like a friend or a warrior. I like you, Trondo. I always did everything possible to catch your attention'' Halvor confessed with that cheerful attitude he had, as smiling as ever.

That's the Peacemaker's way of showing love interest. I growled but hugged him lovingly, wrapping my wings around his body.

''And for having me surrender at your feet, you didn't come up with another better idea than head butt with everything you come across, eh? Then let me tell that it worked perfectly'' I whispered against his neck. The warm wind of the first summer day whispered between our naked bodies. Halvor dared to tease me again and I had no more option than giving what he wanted... Again.

After that night, we vowed to not tell what happened to anyone. It's out little secret... But everytime Summer Festival is approaching, I can't help but thinking about that intimate moment we shared together.

[twelvedozenterrors]

''Are you scared?'' Trondo tries to sound as eerie as possible, approaching from the non where and whispering those words into Andy's ear while the little boy is entertained with the joy of a good ice cream below the shadow of a cactus.

Trondo's previous attempt at scaring Andy had been an overwhelming success.

This one was anything but.

The hatchling had been completely engrossed in shoving his head down into the bowl and licking away at the delicious treat, enough so that he was barely paying attention to any of his surroundings. While it was the perfect opportunity for Andy to be caught off guard, it could also mean rampart obliviousness.

With a whisper instead of a booming shout like last time, he hadn't been startled at all. Lifting his shnoz out of the ice cream and turning it towards the source of that vague sound he'd just heard, Andy just looked at the older dragon kneeling down to him with a blank expression for a few seconds, absolutely clueless as to what Trondo had asked.

[trondopeacekeeper]

🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

''Oh no... That again no. Boris has been making the same jokes again and again for years when that happened'' Trondo says with begging voice and lets out a smoky sigh.

''Do you know, in the lands Shemp usurped, there is that canyon which is isolated and separated from the others? Well, it's my favorite place to spy the Kamikaze Tribesmen and track Shemp's movements.

I spend two days and two nights watching for every movement they did. Is not that I feel asleep because I was tired! But they were so boring that I can't even remember when I fell asleep. When Boris found me, he thought I was dead. Hah! But if I was sleeping standing up! Sure I looked like one of those creatures you call gargoyles'' Trondo gives a quick look at the anon and suddenly he remembers something. ''And I think I lost a purple gem there... ''.

[trondopeacekeeper]

Do you ever think to yourself while you're with the hatchlings and wonder about the possibility that the ways of life for a Peace Keeper means that any of those ones so much younger than you - who you have watched be born and will see grow up - that you might have to live to see the day where you bury them?

Trondo's expression is indecipherable.

''This is something that we all have pretty much in our minds, anon. Peacekeepers' way of life is dangerous and bold but thanks to this the other Realms can live in peace and harmony. The duty to carry that destiny is something very noble and knowing there is a new generation of Peacekeepers dragons fills me with pride. Still...'' stops and closes his eyes, a trail of smoke escaping from his pointed nose. ''There are things I wish I would never see happen. I believe that elders should never bury the younger ones'' he clenches his fist and then opens his eyes, this time with a determined look. "I will do everything possible, everything in my power to protect the little cubs and take care of nothing bad happening to them."