Beyond of the Scale

#33 - Thanks, NGOMA

(Lilia POV)

Waking up from my sleep, I feel an extra weight in my arms that when I open my eyes, I see Shindora sleeping there peacefully with a face of satisfaction. The bleeding had already stopped, I'm glad for that.

[Lilia]: "He's so cute sleeping..." - I think while petting him passing my left hand from the base of his neck to the wing to his hips and then I repeat the process, all while enjoying his purring.

He purrs incessantly while I caress his warm scales, they are smooth, hard, flexible and the white color of them is attractive. I relive the moment in the wagon when Shīndora proposed to me, just remembering it makes me blush hard and think about being fucked by him. That thought doesn't leave my head, I didn't know if it was me or if the dragon musk had affected me in the wagon, but even though I knew something was wrong, I didn't stop feeding it.

[Lilia]: "What would it be like to have his dick inside me? How pleasurable is it? Can we have children together? Will I be dominated or subjected to him?" - This last question is what gives me the most pleasure, it's what most awakens my lust and makes my vagina get wet. - "But he's fighting so hard not to go about it the wrong way... I mean, he hasn't jumped on me before, even with his cock asking for it. - That line of weight is enough to convince my mind, subduing mine lust and calming my sex making it stop getting wet.

I hear someone coming to the tent, but I don't get up or say anything so I don't wake up Shīndora. I see Cane's figure in the doorway with bandages on his face with a bloody nose and one eye swollen purple, the result of the "punishment" I gave him.

[Cane]: Can I come in? - He speaks in a regretful whisper and a little fear in his eyes that still holds a little. - If you don't want me here, I'll-

[Lilia]: No. It's okay, you can come in. - I speak to him in another whisper, he didn't expect that, because I saw his surprised reaction. - I'm sorry for before, you hurt him and I couldn't hold back.

[Cane]: No... I apologize. I was so scared that I didn't want to see the fact of how Shīndora is anymore... - The boy lowers his head in guilt.

[Lilia]: Well, you'll have to ask him when you wake up. - With that said, Cane panics with an expression of reluctance.

[Cane]: I'm not crazy, Lilia! He won't listen to me, I'll be dead when he wakes up! - The boy starts to leave the tent with terror in his eyes.

[Lilia]: So, do I have to tell him that you ran away from him? You know how he'll be if he knows that. - Cane's steps stop at the entrance and he moves his head slightly to the side.

[Cane]: I don't know and I can't risk it, I don't want to die! - He turns his head back forward with the intention of continuing.

[Lilia]: Are you just going to abandon him when he needs it most? Not having the courage to stand in the face of danger to ask a friend for forgiveness will only prove that you have no intention of doing so, it will prove that you really hurt him without mercy... - I rant with disappointment, and still continue . - He is our friend, he is your friend and you? Is he his friend?

After that, I look back at Shindora who is still lying in my arms, with no further intention of talking to Cane. Soon he leaves the tent without another word.

-----------------------ON THE MORNING OF THE NEXT DAY---------------------

( Shīndora POV) I


wake up inside a tent with a searing pain in my head as if it were empty and lighter, with that, I feel a small ember of anger in the depths of my being, but I don't care much.

I get up and realize that where I was sleeping, a pile of fabrics had been made for me. I bring my nose close to the cloths and take a long sniff, I smell Netty and Lilia's hands, when that smell crosses my mind, my heart transmits a feeling of comfort to my blood that I receive very well and I enjoy the smell.

For some reason I smelled their concern, they were apprehensive. But I'm sure they won't be when I show up to them, after getting some fresh air in the woods, of course.

I leave the tent to walk towards the forest to get some fresh air, the trees always give me a serene feeling. In front of me I see a river, I walk to it and drink some of the water. I take the opportunity to see my reflection tam-

[Shindora]: M-My horn! - That ember that was deep inside me, soon shot upwards.

The back of my throat started to growl, my pupils became narrow slits quickly, my claws dug into the ground, my fury merged with myself.

[Shīndora]: "DAMN IT!! DAMN CANE!! I WILL SPANK IT!! I WILL TEAR IT!! I WILL BURN IT!! I WILL TORTURE IT!! I WILL DEVOUR IT!! I WILL DESTROY IT!! LO HOW YOU DESTROYED MY HORN!!" - Nothing but bestial growls come out of my throat, nothing more than that is needed to slaughter him.

I walk through the forest with my eyes burning flames ready to incinerate anything I want, my body and scales emit a strong heat that makes the plants wither wherever I go.

Finally I arrive at the camp that my "friends" set up, Lilia is at the entrance of the tent that I woke up looking around as if she was looking for something. She notices me and runs to me, when she was about to touch me, I increase my heat, pushing her away in surprise. Not hindrances.

[Lilia]: Shindora? Are you okay? You are very hot! - She talks to me, but I don't care, all I want is him. I'm still looking for that bastard Cane.

Near the wagon, I see Nilio using his cauldron on the fire, but I don't care, I don't care! I WANT HIM DEAD!!

[Nilio]: Damn! - Nilio screams because the cauldron's fire exploded when I passed by, as if the fire itself was furious with Nilio.

I don't care, that alchemist could get hurt all he wanted. I WANT HIM!!

I reach the wagon and hop inside where Cane was sitting. Startled, he leaps to his feet, unsheathing his daggers. With fury in my eyes, I take steps towards him, each one leaving a footprint in the wood.

Netty is nowhere to be seen, but I don't care. I'M GOING TO RIP THIS CRETINE DOWN!

Step after step, I activate my bite skill which imbues my fangs with mana making them very sharp, claws which imbues my claws with mana making them sharp and jagged.

[Cane]: Shīndora... - He says my name with a tired tone and surprisingly isn't using intimidation.

I use the clay skill to create thorns that will pierce you to the soul when the unexpected happens. He throws his daggers to the ground and drops to his knees.

[Cane]: Shīndora... I know you're furious for what I did with your horn... - He starts, but I don't want to listen to a worm like him, but I also look for a reason not to kill him.

[Cane]: I know I hurt you, that's my fault, but I didn't want that to happen. I was really scared that you would do something to Lilia. - WORM!

[Shindora]: WORM!!! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO MY FEMALE!!! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO MY BEAUTY!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR HURT AND INSULTING ME!!! - Quickly, without thinking twice, I advance on him crossing my claws on his shoulders making them bleed so much that he loses his balance and falls backwards on the wood with me on top of his body.

[Cane]: HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!! - The damned screams in pain, but I don't care, it's not enough! He tries to grab one of his daggers, but gives up for some reason, he manages to reach. Then he looks at me trying not to feel the pain.

[Cane]: Glup. I-I... - I don't want to hear any more! I twist my claws and push deeper, her scream of agony was making me happy.

[Cane]: HHHHAAAAA!!! - It was shorter and that doesn't make me happy. - II always wanted to meet a dragon, but like every living being, I was still afraid. - I don't want to hear it! I twist and twist, opening the wound more, but this time the scream was held back.

[Cane]: I-I got scared, so, I didn't consider your previous actions. - Unable to push any further with the shock of how resilient my victim is, he continues.

[Cane]: W-When we first met, I was so excited, I was finally going to meet a dragon! I was fascinated as Lilia told me that you protected her from a purge attack, I didn't consider any of that, I was a fool... - I can't go on with this anymore, I can't even move.

My heart was pounding, but it wasn't from happiness, it was begging to stop, but something inside me was stronger, the fury was stronger.

[???]: KILL HIM!! SHOW ME WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PULL OFF A DRAGON'S HORN!! BURN IT!! - A voice I didn't know, a forgettable voice. I was opening my mouth unconsciously, my throat was heating up, filling with fire.

[Cane]: For that... Forgive me... please... - In unison I hear the word 'please', I see him crying with a sincere smile. My heart beat harder than ever, so powerful that it resembles NGOMA, THE MIGHTY DRUM.

My blood filled with the reverberation of my heart, totally subduing my fury, tears start to rain from my eyes on Cane.

[Shindora]: FORGIVE ME TOO!!! - I shouted with a voice broken by crying. Thank you so much, NGOMA, for allowing me to read about you in my human life.

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THE OLDER SAYS THAT ONE DAY, TIRED OF THE LONELINESS OF POWER, ZAMBIAPONGO, THE SUPREME BEING OF THE ANGLETE CULTS WAS TAKEN BY SADNESS.

His children decided to cheer him up so that creation would not be interrupted.

Katende, the medicine lord of the forest, macerated the leaves and prepared a bath to refresh Zambi.

Zaratempo created the seasons of the year, the heat of summer, the mild days of autumn, the cold of winter and the blossoms of spring.

Matamba, the owner of the amazing ballet of lightning, was the next one to try to make the Big Father happy.

Vunji brought the children who started doing somersaults and climbing trees.

Angorô invented the rainbow after the rain.

Gongobira colored the rivers with colorful fish.

Dandalunda showed the power of waterfalls.

Mutalambô hunted a giant bird with his archery dexterity.

Nkosi forged various tools.

Lembarenganga prepared a procession of doves, goats, and snails.

Zambi thanked the effort, but remained sad.

Finally there remained Zazi the Lord of fire. Did he know anything that could put an end to Father's banze? Zazi consulted the oracle to find out how to cheer up Zambi. And following the soothsayer's orders, he sacrificed a white goat, removed the animal's skin and shared the meat among his children. Then he used fire to hollow out a piece of dry forest trunk. Over one end of the trunk Zazi stretched the animal's leather and invented NGOMA – THE FIRST DRUM.

Zazi began to hammer the leather with all his strength and dexterity. Aluvaiá, those known by the Yoruba as Exú and the Fon as Legbá swayed to the sounds of Zazi's drum.

Then everyone had the first party in the morning of the world.

Zambiapungo was happy with the fuzuê and gave Zazi the title of Xicarangomo (Oriondo expression of the Qicongo Nsika+Ngoma= the drummer). And he announced that creation would not stop, that children, women and men should come to hear Ngoma sing, dance and make life happy. That's why the Bacongos say that Ngoma, the drummer, will be the father of all who transgress pain in challenges of festivities and freedom. Your blessing, Ngoma, our drum father!