Beyond of the Scale

#32 - Are my instincts reliable?

I was in a totally dark place, black and empty. A searing pain was at the foot of my left horn and I felt a slight feeling of hatred, it was only superficial and it was in the back of my mind almost imperceptible.

As much as I tried to calm myself down, this pain wouldn't go away, it was horribly painful. But a glimpse of those human memories came back to me, a certain knowledge filled my thoughts.

[Shindora]: "Is pain life?" - This repeated over and over again until I began to focus on the pain, extend my awareness to it.

The pain increased as I held my awareness there, over and over, over and over. IT WAS UNBEARABLE! The pain pulled me away from my consciousness, but I held on.

In the distance was a small glow of light. The more I kept my consciousness in the pain, the more it grew and the light itself also pulled me towards it.

[Shindora]: "Is--ida--u---rte?" - I couldn't think clearly, but with every second and increase in pain, the more it got worse.

Until it was just my instincts that fought for my civilized intent, as opposed to finding comfort and accepting death that normally savage thoughts would.

After a few minutes, the light enveloped me and the colors came from clear to blurry, from blurry to unclear, from unclear to sharp. My instincts were in control, I was in the passenger seat.

My powerfully narrow pupils were in my head which shifted to the side to look at a presence that was sleeping beside me.

Lilia was lying there on her side in her sleeping bag with her face towards me, her worried expression was stamped there.

I felt the powerful scent of femininity, my penis was already excited starting to leave its warm shelter, my balls were no different already starting to get wet as they rocked and kept going up and down wanting to be emptied in this beautiful beauty's sex.

My body responded in agreement, without protest he began to rise with his penis fully erect and pulsing with the clear intention of fucking her, I felt my face distort into a malicious smile. I wasn't enjoying it, but I couldn't do anything, I was already doing it, but it's impossible.

[Lilia]: Humm... Shīndora, be well... - The mage in her sleepy reverie started to move exposing something white, something pointy, it was...

[Shindora]: "Meeeeu... horn?" - When my thought came to the 'horn' part, that feeling of hatred that was at the end of my mind burst to the beginning of it, the foreground, but there was something... different.

[Shindora]: "Respect? Or is it relief?" - I couldn't tell clearly, but I knew something else, my instincts wouldn't violate it. My cock quickly began to settle back into the sheath and my balls dried out, relaxing all that desire. My instincts controlled every part of my body including the parts that couldn't be consciously moved.

Unexpectedly, my body lay down in her arms receiving it in a hug that changed her expression of concern to one of happiness and she started to close her eyes blocking my view as well. Who knew my instincts were reliable? Without thinking of anything else, they pull me into a deep sleep next to the hatred that burns brightly.

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Never break or cut a dragon's horn, it's an order for anyone! I made the terrible mistake of doing this and one of the powers that be has been chasing me for years. It doesn't matter how hard I try, he always finds me and goes through so many things that would be more worthwhile than me, a mere human, as if they didn't exist! I discovered that his horns are his greatest honor after his balls and penis, I never had peace of mind, I'm already getting old and one day he'll catch up with me. - Fyroq, the runaway knight.