Story by Redix (Post Date: 1/15/22)
	The following is a work of fiction and fantasy, it is not meant ot mimic real life nor condone any of its actions in real life and the author doesn't condone any of the following actions be taken in real life.  Just enjoy the fantasy.

Chapter 2: Guard's Gaffe

	Aurix did indeed get that nap, and in the following hours, enjoyed a hot bath either empowered by magic or the mountain's hot springs, and a tour of the temple.  He was given a set of keys which would permit him into the library, armory and a few adjacent areas.  By the time he was sat to have dinner with the Pontifex Tertius in the private dining chambers, he'd forgotten all about his mid afternoon indescretion.
	The armory key was in his grasp and being fiddled with as he waited for his host.  It was this key that had confused him since he was given it.  He had no martial training.  All of his time learning had been spent pouring over religious texts or practicing in magical arts.  Some of that magic had the intent to harm yes, but a great deal more emphasis was upon healing.
	He had circled a claw around the ring of the key for the fifth time in idle thought when the sound of door latches were heard nearby, and a resplendant gold dragon in ornate white and gold robes stepped into the chamber.  He was older than Aurix by several seasons as the younger dragonc ould note by the much longer 'whiskers' that trailed down from the figure's muzzle, along with greater sized horns on his head.  Aurix rose quickly from his seat in reverence and added a bow to the sign of respect, "Pontifex Grelix?" He asked.
	"I am.  Sit, please." Grelix responded simply as he himself moved to take a seat.  "Forgive me if we have a short dinner and conversation, the night is almost here."
	Aurix sat himself down quickly, almost stumbling as he fell back in the chair, and was thankful for its sturdiness.  There was a small crack sound from the chair however and he winced, but remaining upright and not falling over in comical emberessment, said a little prayer of thanks. "You have plans for the night?" He asked in attemped smalltalk.
	The elder gold dragon appeared tense at the question.  Aurix was about to try to add something else to move the topic elsewhere when the answer came, "Yes.  Of a sort.  The night is what we did want to speak to you about.  What I wanted to speak to you about and, what you'll hear from others as you complete your seminary here."
	"Is something wrong?" The words came out so fast Aurix didn't think to try to couch them in a gentler preamble, however in response the Pontifex smiled.
	"Yes.  But let us speak of it cautiously.  I must ask your confidance on the matter.  And not all need be revealed at once.  As Aurilis said to the smith's son 'spoken at once all words become a flood that will snuff out the fire of your creativity.  Learn the steps, swing by swing of your hammer, to make metal to blade.'" Finishing the passage the Pontifex grasped a wine jug and began to pour himself a small goblet full.
	Aurix was pausing a moment before he realised, awkwardly, that it was his moment to speak and affirm.  He coughed and said, "Uh, yes of course.  I can hold a secret.  The one's that need be held." But the faith of Aurilis was not known for holding many secrets.  Hard to have a theme of light and not expect it to shine in on every shadowy secret and detail.
	"Then I'll begin." After a sip of wine Grelix began his short tale while Aurix then took it as a sign to begin eating.  "Almost a century ago our order fell into a trap.  A strange posession of a child at a town near the Umberyl Marshes confounded many of our order.  The demon could not be driven out.  In our arrogance, and ignorance, we assumed that the magical might of each Pontifex would be enough to finally overcome the posession.  The Pontifexes of the time set out, with a few of our guard and a couple scribes to take note on the proceedings.  What we hadn't realised was that every missive we'd recieved reporting on the lack of success in expelling the demon was falsified."
	Aurix had a good portion of bread loaf in his mouth at this point.  He saw the Pontifex's gaze and held up a finger in emberessment to ask for a moment.  His chewing became quick and ravenous and he swallowed as quickly as he could before asking with a dry throat, "False letters to lure them there?"
	"Exactly." The elder dragon continued as Aurix gulped down a quick half goblet of wine, "When they arrived they found the priests who had come beforehand, and the girl, and as they were preparing ourselves for a new set of rituals, were ambushed.  Our own priests led the charge, catching them entirely off guard.  They say poisons and alchemy managed to-" The words of the Pontifex were interrupted by the creaking of the chamber's door once more.  Turning to look both older and younger dragon were met by the form of a dragonet stepping into the room, bearing a piece of parchment in her hands.  Her steps were cautious and worried, but Grelix smiled and reached out a welcoming hand, "It's ok, Vori.  Come in.  Say hello to acolyte Aurix."
	Aurix's restless gulp could thankfully be excused as the next bite of food he'd taken.  This little five year old dragonet standing there bashfully was none other than the one he'd seen through the small hole in the wall.  One he'd witnessed naked and through that fired his mind full of perverse thoughts as he masturbaded.
	"Hello acolyte Aurix." Vori stated dutifully while balancing on her heels for a small pivot left and right.  She quickly then handed the parchment up to the Pontifex.  "Oh, this is very good, you're getting much better.  I really like the butterflies around the illuminated letter." She smiled brightly in return but otherwise seemed to not to wish to say much around the stranger.  "Papa, you've got to come home.  It's almost night." She grasped at his leg and Aurix thought he saw him stiffen greatly, gone rigid as though turned to stone.  But, had she said papa?
	The Pontifex finally reached over and patted her head "Yes, I will soon.  Let me finish dinner with the acolyte first.  Hurry along now." He patted her at her tail to encourage her to move.  Perhaps it was Aurix's imagination, but he could have sworn it was a longer grasp that would be appropriate.  Definatly his imagination.  
	I must keep these perverted thoughts buried, he thought to himself.
	The little dragon girl departed and Aurix felt obliged to say, "She's very well behaved and...cute daughter?"
	Grelix laughed at Aurix's awkward compliament which helped set the younger gold dragon at ease, "You've never had to compliament someone's parenting before have you?  She is adorable, and she does make less a fuss if someone new is around."
	"I didn't know you were married." Aurix tried to shift the conversation away from the little dragonling.  But inadvertantly seemed to make it more awkward.  The Pontifex was stuck a moment in consideration, then said, "My private life is...private.  Most only know my public service to Aurilis and the faithful." He adjusted his chair, scooting closer to the table, "But we should continue the tale before it gets too late.  "The ambush.  Yes.  The Pontifexes, their guards and acolytes, were put to slumber, except for the guard captain who managed to fight himself free.  It is said they were subjected to...indignities before their rescue.  And it was by a priest of the god Ra Viwr that a curse was put on them.."
	That was enough of a revelation to halt Aurix from eating further.  He simply sat and listened, taking in the name and the meaning.  Ra Viwr was an evil draconic god most noted for his domain of corruption.  Twisting the good to evil, turning pure waters to poison, bringing about the falls of empires by soiling the leadership within.  These were the actions that gave the god delight.  His priests usually operated in secret planting little seeds of corruption here and there and tending them like a perverse garden until they bloomed.
	"But this was a century ago.  Wouldn't the curse have ended with their generation?" the acolyte asked.
	Grelix shook his head, "That would have been too quick and easy.  Our enemy found a means to make sure it perpetuates, and if it doesn't that our order ends.  You know the ritual that passes on the strength of divine magic in the daytime?  The final rights both for priesthood and guardship?  Because we are the ones that must officiate and use our own magic to grant this boon, the piece of the curse within us grows, divides and joins to a new host, like a parasite."
	Aurix felt at his jaw a moment to make sure it hadn't dropped.  This would mean the curse would pass to him as well.  His blood ran a little cold at the thought.  However after he thought it over, his eyes settled on the Pontifex Tertius once more.  He didn't seem to be in discomfort.  His scales hadn't molted off or his whiskers withered.  His eyes looked sharp and his fangs as well and he seemed to be in all accounts in good health, and good spirits.  "So, what's the curse then?"
	"Not all answers at once.  I would not want to drown the fires just yet." came Grelix's reply
	Aurix smiled politely in response, but inside he was fuming.  "Oh come on, you can't just leave it there!" his mind screamed.  But his voice was far more restrained, "I guess I"ll find out when it's time."
	As though to punctuate his statement, chimes came from a nearby clock.  Aurix turned quickly towards it.  He hadn't realized what the ticking he'd been hearing had been until now.  He'd never seen a mechanical clock before, but heard of them, usually coming from the city of Port Selena.
	In the moment he turned to hear the clock, the Pontifex had swifly risen and left his chair, making his way to the door, his back to Aurix.  "Thank you for your time, Acolyte.  Rest and pray and consider what I've said, but for now, you must keep it to yourself until you learn the full truth.  We shall summon for you then."
	Aurix wanted to say more, a portion of "But" coming out of his mouth, but the Pontifex was departing in a hurry.  The dragon sighed and took a glance to the nearby series of windows. The sun was gone and night had fully set in.  Perhaps it was time to fully settle in and do as Pontifex Grelix had said, rest and pray in his room, and find out if this is the path he wanted to take.  One where he would serve as priest and yet remain cursed for the rest of his life.
	"What a silly curse." He muttered to himself as he moved down the halls from the dining chambers, "I curse you with living life with one horn ever so marginally shorter than the other." He stated to a saint's statue in passing, giving a mocking evil voice.  Wincing after he was a few steps down he hurridly rushed back to the statue, placed his hands together and bowed, "Forgive me Saint Rilg of Starfall.  I didn't mean you, I was being silly." He blubbered to the statue of the silver dragon in paladin's armor.
	The gold dragon's steps were more hurried now as he left the shrines, and the hurried steps brought his attention to the keys jangling at his belt.  He lifted the armory key from the ring and took a look at it once more before settling on a course of action.  Right now going to his room and ruminating sounded like nothing he'd want to do.  Perhaps a small distraction by a look at the armory would be better.
	Procuring a plated candlestick from a nearby stand and lighting it, he made his way down a different hall towards the armory.  What first struck him as odd was there was no guard on watch.  Yet when he checked the door, he did find it locked.  Perhaps that was enough.  They were already cursed, why be worried about a band of Ra Viwr assassins coming in to steal from the armory?
	Aurix slid the key into the lock and very gently turned while pushing upon the door.  It did cut down the sound he made drasticly, since it was night time.  Also the door hinges seemed to be recently oiled.  Bringing the light to the interior of the dark room he glimpsed row on row of swords and shields and spears set upon racks.  Bows, arrows, armor, maces.  It all seemed like very tale he'd ever been told of what an armory should look like.  As he took a longer look about he began to guess why the armory was left unguarded at this time.  Many of hte weapons were for practice, and none of them looked particularly enchanted, or unique.  Those must lie somewhere else within the temple,  if any such implaments exist.
	Towards the back of the room Aurix saw another door, this one ajar.  Perhaps it lead into an adjacent storage for more quivers of practice arrows.  He was debating wether to explore or not when he started to catch a whispered voice heard past the dark crack in the open door.  He gulped nervously.  Perhaps there WERE thieves after all!  He quickly snuffed out the candle, and moved forward compeltly dependant on his natural darkvision.  The closer he got the more clear the voice became, and as he heard the words his footsteps stopped and a blush explosivly rose to his face.
	"Mnnff..yes.  That's such a good little dragonet for your papa.  Keep rubbing those soft young feet on his adult girth.  Oh look how pleased you make him.  Isn't he just so happy his..mff..own child is so nimble and so helpful for her papa...hah."
	It wasn't a familiar voice, but there was no doubt what was being talked about.  He should have perhaps fled, or hid, or done anything but what he did next, but his curiosity, and creeping lusts, drove him to lean in on the door crack.  The room was lit beyond by a couple of candles, but only had one occupant.  This was a brass dragon.  A bottomless brass dragon.  Abottomless brass dragon wearing only his upper guard armor and otherwise sitting upon some cushions in this storage room, eyes glued to a large crystal ball, while one of his hands was firmly wrapped around his rigid brass cock and was stroking it.  This gave Aurix the answer to what the rhythmic noise had been which accompanied the voice.
	Aurix was already erect beneath his robes, and  had a hand idly stroking his length through them when his eyes shifted from admiring the brass dragon to seeing what was being looked at through the crystal ball.  The gold dragon's eyes widened and  his heart skipped a beat as he witnessed what was being shown.  The brass dragon hadn't just been babbling nonsense words to get himself off.  He'd been responding to what he was seeing through the crystal ball.  There, sat on a bed through the image, was the Pontifex Tertius, robes open, and adult girth being tended to by his daughter who sat naked aside his lap.  Her giggles were caught in echo through the magic as her soft small three toed feet pressed together over the girth of the elder dragon, who raised his head up and groaned, even thrust between them.
	The sight of brazen incest, lust for one's own hatchling, had Aurix shuddering.  He felt as hard as he had earlier in the day, maybe worse, and his garments felt confining.  In attempting to adjust them, the lower hem managed to catch on the door, and squeak it open an inch.  That was enough to alert the brass dragon, who'd otherwise been enamoured in the scene of forbidden lust to scramble in an effort to cover himself or the orb.  Aurix watched as the half naked guard first threw a cloth over his loins, then in a yelp over the crystal ball.  This went a couple more times before he settled on leaving the cloth over the orb and his hands covering his loins as well as they could.  The poor guard was still so hard his hands could only hide so much.
	"Its not what you think!  Really!  Sometimes it just gets boring standing there for hours guarding that door, and it's not like anything really happens anywhere around this place and so I take a few minutes out of the night to let off a little steam, and sometimes I like to say some...things, but you know everybody's got a fetish and who hasn't known a brass dragon who just loves dirty talk, I mean have you ever seen one of us shut up for two seconds so you can get a word in edgewise?  It's probably been too long anyway since I've been at the door why dont I just get my trousers back on and go back there and guard the door for the rest of the night so..."
	This continued even as the brassy one was fiddling around trying to find smallclothes and trousers.  Aurix had not yet met a brass dragon but he'd heard of their propensity for loquaciousness.  He wondered if this one was normal for his origin, talked too much even for them, or would be considered by your average brass dragon to speak far too curtly.  The gold dragon reached out to him and put a hand on his shoulder to put him at ease.  His own nature taking over and wishing to put the other being into a state of ease, "It's ok." He interjected, "I...know how those urges feel."
	"Oh you do?  I really thought I was the only one.  I mean the only one who wanted to sneak off and...do the deed.  I mean maybe it's silly I thought I was the only one but hey it's nice that you're being kind about this.  I'm Krisir by the way and oh hey, did you know you were hard too? It kind of stands ou there, that big tent in your robe." Krisir chuckled nervously but so quickly there was hardly time for a breath before his next sentances, "But, was that because of me or, did you see what was on the crystal ball?  I mean if it was for me." He blushed, "I'm flattered, becuase it's been so long since anyone and I ever started, you know, grabbing eachother's cocks in the barracks but, then again if it was for what was on the orb..." Finally, the brass dragon trailed off and for the first time since they'd met, grown silent.  He looked between the covered orb, and Aurix, then to it again.  Then he shifted his position on the many cushions in the room and offered Aurix a place to share next to him.
	Aurix heart beat quickly and heavily in his chest.  He was being offered to join this admitedly handsome brass dragon in some rather perverted time shared together.  What was being offered anyway?  A sit down with him, to masturbate together?  To reach over and pleasure one another?  Or was Krisir going to uncover the orb and give them both something to entice their lusts?  Part of him felt like fleeing and never finding the answer.  He wondered if it was even courage that had him settle his plump gold rear down on the cushions after dropping his trousers.
	Both dragons sat, equally bottomless on the cusions listening to the pants and moans, the giggles and groans, coming still from the covered crystal ball.  Despite being covered it's magic had not ended.   Krisir playfully hooked his tail end around to lift and pull away the covering cloth, permitting both dragons to see what was happening now.  Together brass and gold sat close, eyes transfixed on the sphere.
	Somtime during the moments it was covered, the footjob had ended and now Grelix was sat at the edge of the bed and urging his daughter towards his lap.  The young dragonet followed her father's instructions, climbing to his lap and standing astride it, her feet placed upon his legs for balance as he held her at her hips to steady her.   Both Aurix and Krisir immediatly resumed stroking their aching lenghts as the scene continued to carry out before them on the clarivoyant sphere and they anticipated what was coming next.
	Slowly, the Pontifex's daughter was lowered.  Her knees were bent while her father cupped a palm at her rear and helped ease her down.  It was only through sideways motions of her tail that either peeping dragon caught a view of the penetration, otherwise it remained hidden, but enough was seen to set their imaginations ablaze and cause pre to leak from their crowns.
	"Yes! Nghh.." Krisir squirmed, his toeclaws curling as he began to stroke himself more swiftly. The sounds of slick masturbation beginning to sound louder in the room until his hushed voice joined in, "Such a perverted father.  Your own underaged daughter is sliding down your cock..hff..you're fucking your young child and mmnff..look how aroused it makes you."
	Aurix could indeed see Grelix leaning his head back and giving a groan, surely enjoying the forbidden sensations he was taking part in.  Given Vori's reaction, she too was enjoying it.  Not only that she seemed used to it.  How else would a dragon her age be able to handle her father's girth as far down as she was managing it, without as far as Aurix could see, intense pain or discomfort.
	"Hff look look.  Oh Aurix that's hot.  He's bouncing her and she's..ngh..cradling his balls with her feet.  Ngh..wouldn't you like..to feel your daughter's underaged pussy around your adult cock and..hff..feel her feet doing that with those big gold orbs of yours...hhAah.  While-"
	"Sh-shut up!" Aurix whisper a heated, panted breath, squeezing his girth at the base and fighting to keep his orgasm at bay.   Krisir looked away from the view before him towards Aurix, and the gold dragon's leaking cock.  The realisation struck him that all his talking was having an effect on Aurix, and it was turning him on even more!  He had to grasp his own dick with fervor to stop an encroching orgasm.
	As Aurix held his girth at it's base, Krisir reached over and wrapped a slick brassy hand about the golden spear.  He started to tug and lean in on the gold dragon, encouraging him to relax and watch and let the brass do everything.  The Brass' hand moved with increasing speed.  Aurix couldn't stand doing nothing and he reached out for Krisir's own erection.  It was warm.  Like him and other golds, brass dragons were close to the element of fire.  It was a welcoming feeling and both dragons returned to hurried strokes.
	However it was what happened next on the Crystal Ball that sent their hurried strokes into disjointed, rapid and wild ones.  Grelix was bouncing his daughter far more quickly, to the point where she gave a small complaining whine, grasping on to his open robes and calling out, "Papa." In huffing breaths.  The response was electric for both voyeristic dragons.
	"P-papa's...cumming."
	They witnessed Grelix's legs shudder and his hips jerk.  His young daughter was almost dropped on his lap.  His grasp at her rear and tail held her so strongly that it brought the tail out of the way and both guard and acolyte had a view of Grelix's cock as it grew thicker, then pulsed and throbbed visably as he gave several grunts of pleasure while his daughter whimpered or gave sharp cries from the warm sensation of her father's seed filling her preteen sex.
	It was a swift trigger for both onlooking dragons.  Aurix was quickest however, giving grunts and huffs as cum painted Krisir's hand and claws and arm after arcing a fair bit in the air, but the brass dragon's ejaculation was more remarkable.  The first gout of cum splashed over Krisir's shoulder, before the second two splattered his armor, and the next series pooled about his cock.  Given the volume and distance, he must have been restraining himself for a good while before Aurix came across him.
	Gold and brass dragon leaned against eachother in afterglow, their panting breaths easing into quiet normality after a minute.  Aurix kept into the lean for a good while after that.  The closeness was nice, and sharing something that had been gnawing at his mind for so long now left him feeling as a large weight were lifted away.  At least one person would know what it was like having these particular lusts.  Wait, no, more than one.  That was the Pontifex.  He sat up suddenly and his right horn battered the left creast of the Brass Dragon with a resounding clack,
	"OW!"
	"Sorry!" apologized the gold dragon, who now sat up more straight and rubbed at his own horn.  "I was just thinking that was the Pontifex and...and have you seen this before?"
	Krisir rubbed the spot on his crest that had been impacted, and then gave a nod, "Oh yes, for a few nights now.  Well, the few nights where I've had the crystal ball here.  I haven't always had it you see.  I think the other priests or the Pontifexes use it or it's for some other purpose than this. I just found it while doing my rounds bck here one night and caught them, uh, the Pontifex and his daughter like this and so I started hiding in here and watching it and...taking the edge off."
	Aurix nodded and began gathering up his garments while Krisir began applying a wet towel to his armor, wiping it down. "They'd be in a lot of trouble if they were found out.  But then again so would we and we don't want that so, we are keeping this secret right?  I uh..know we just met, and just jerked one another off but I'm hoping you're not the sort that-"
	"I wont turn either of us in." Aurix switly interrupted to help shorten the brass dragon's verbal ruminations.  "Or the Pontifex.  It's just making me think about something he said about a curse."
	This drew a chuckle from Krisir and an indignant snort of smoke from his nostrils, "A curse where he has to fuck his daughter each night?  That's ridiculous.  A silly plot for some raunchy book out of Lesthyme."
	Yes it did sound that way, and at the same time, certainly sounded like a plot that would unfold from the mind of a particularly wicked priest of Ra Viwr.  Aurix didn't yet have all the answers, but he wondered if he was swiftly coming upon them, perhaps faster than the corrupted priests intended.  And who would have enchanted the orb that they would see this?
	One thing did nag Aurix after he said his goodnights to Krisir and the brass dragon stood at the door like nothing had happend at all, happily guarding it.  Aurix was to be ordained, and supposedly Krisir to be annointed into the Aurilis guard, perhaps to Paladinhood.  Yet they were already corrupted as far as this sinful lust were concerned.  What then would the curse do to them?