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Post by Behax on Jun 1, 2021 18:58:08 GMT
Artemis watched as the Dragon pulled sheet after sheet from the paintings. Magnificent marvels. He’d never laid eyes on them before, and yet every now and then one of them struck a chord with him. Something nagged at the edges of his mind, as if he’d once known something but had now forgotten. It made his head feel funny.
He didn’t realise he’d become the object of the Dragon’s attention, until he felt himself being seized by the wrist. He’d been too absorbed in looking up at the paintings that stared back at him with his own face. He stumbled as he was dragged along behind the Dragon, scrambled as he was forced up onto the ledge of the balcony, his heart beginning to race with anxiety. He could feel the wind whipping at his hair and his nightshirt. He turned to face the Dragon, but before he could say anything found himself shoved from the ledge.
Panic spiked through him, but something in the back of his mind told him it would be fine. So instead of panicking, he simply looked up at the horizon, the moon reflecting in his eyes, bright and large. Though the view was soon obscured as he was snatched out of the air. Worry continued to pulse through him as he didn’t know what was going to happen next, though he shifted enough to be able to see the great beast’s shadow on the water below.
Moments later he found himself being deposited on a beach. He stumbled as he righted himself, looking around to see the castle in the distance. He’d never actually left the castle before. Not outside of the immediate grounds at least. His attention turned back to the great Dragon when he heard his large form land on the beach.
Something about being referred to as ‘fifteen’ immediately irked him. That was an unfamiliar emotion.
“It’s Artemis,” he corrected without even thinking. To Dragon the tone when he said it might have seemed familiar. The first Artemis would do the same thing when the Dragon refused to respect his name. To this Artemis, he had been told that his name was important, and to never forget it. He wouldn’t let other people forget it either.
He looked up at the Dragon bearing down on him. Seemingly not so submissive that he couldn’t look the great beast in the eyes.
“I’m sorry. I do not know.” He answered honestly, with a slight frown.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 2, 2021 16:11:47 GMT
When Artemis claimed not to know him, the dragon filled his massive lungs and roared at Artemis in frustration and pent up rage. How could that be? How could his grand self been forgotten by the family and simultaneously purposely kept carefully locked away.
“Artemis would know me!” He howled, swinging his tail in anger that it easily snapped a nearby tree. That alone settled it, this wasn’t Artemis. This was an imposter, a fake and Dragon let him know it. “You do not deserve the name, you are a fake, an imposter and I should reduce you to cinders.” Dragon cracked open his mouth to let the lick flame light up the night as if to emphasize his point.
Golden eyes regarded the homunculus, conflicted on what to do. “Hmph, Fifteen.” He snorted. This would be something Dragon would also be stubborn with, for there was one soul that could ever be called Artemis. Frustrated, dragon drew back spreading his massive wings out and stomped the ground, bellowing like angry beast. It was mournful rage and the Dragon didn’t like the feeling. With a powerful push of his wings he lifted off into night sky, seemingly abandoning Artemis in his nightshirt of the far beach of the lake.
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Post by Behax on Jun 2, 2021 18:39:40 GMT
At the Dragon’s frustrated roar hundreds if not thousands of birds took to the air from the trees. Artemis winced at the sound that enveloped him, but stood his ground. He flinched as the Dragon’s tail lashed out, felling a nearby tree.
Through the contract they shared Artemis could feel the Dragon's rage, his sorrow and grief. It was all too much. Dragon’s were big, they had big feelings and their emotions when turbulent, could be a power all their own. It was overwhelming for someone like Artemis, an artificial being with little experience, feeling emotions he’d never felt before, feelings that weren’t even his own. He wrapped his arms around himself as he watched the Dragon lift off and leave.
Alone, and engulfed in a rage that wasn’t his, Artemis dropped to his knees cradling himself.
“I am Artemis Anastasius Chronis, I am Artemis Anastasius Chronis, I am Artemis Anastasius Chronis.” He repeated it over and over to himself, eyes clenched shut.
Giving artificial beings like Artemis a sense of self, an ego was extremely difficult, and that ego could be at times extremely fragile. Rare were being’s like Artemis at all, people with the knowledge, power and resources to do so were uncommon themselves. Then there was the fact the practice of creating artificial life was anything but encouraged. But giving them life was only half the problem, giving them wills of their own was nigh impossible, and if Artemis wasn’t himself unique, then he was at the very least counted among an extremely low number of successes.
Being told to remember his name had in some ways been a test. If he could become attached to it, if he could use it as the basis for his identity, then he was capable of having and building an ego. In his rage it was unlikely that the Dragon knew what his denial of Artemis’ identity could do to him. Making him doubt and question his identity had every possibility of shattering his sense of self completely, if he couldn’t find a way to hold onto it. Then he’d be nothing but a living, soulless doll of sorts.
He stayed there, on his knees, repeating his name to himself over and over for a while. Reaffirming to himself who he was. He didn’t know how much time had passed by the time he was able to come down from his own state of crisis, but when he did he let out a slow sigh. His arms dropped to his sides loosely as he opened his blue and gold eyes looking up at the bright moonlight.
He could feel the chill in the air, but it wasn’t cold enough to truly affect him. A normal human might be in some danger from the cold night air. His mind might be fragile, but his body was sturdier than most, in part because of what he was, but also because of the contract.
He stood back up, and looked towards the castle. It was going to be a long walk back.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 3, 2021 15:24:48 GMT
The open night air felt good over his skin, the wind under his wings as he soared in his refound freedom. The air was fresh and new, and Dragon was curious as to how the world had changed. His strong wings could carry him far and fast and Dragon took himself toward the sea, where the country’s capital was. Landing some distance away, he marveled at the twinkling lights and buildings and sneered at the Royals Castle. It would be so easy to destroy this place, the buildings would fall like children’s toys, the people would scream and it would be like music to his ears.
He could do it. He could.
But he couldn’t.
Dragon realized the contract was still intact, even if it was a homunculus. As rare as they were Dragon was not a fan. He had seen in his time many of the different outcomes with homunculus and Dragon thought it cruel of humans to create such things. Thus he often harbored those feelings toward the creations themselves.
The city had no idea how lucky it was, how close it was sitting on the edge of destruction. Dragon roared at the city, long and hard until his lungs hurt. They would know his fury, know the foolishness they brought upon themselves. He took to the skies once again, returning to the home of heartbreak.
He could see the empty lake beach where he had left Artemis, but the homunculus was no where in sight. Still he landed on the beach, inspecting the place were Artemis had stood. His scent was all wrong and he snorted the offending air from his nostrils in his displeasure of the situation. Still...the homunculus was all he had left.
Dragon took off again back towards the castle and when he saw Artemis, Dragon plucked him from the ground and flew back to the balcony in which he had tossed him off of. He set down Artemis with a little more care before trying to perch his large size on the decaying structure. Thinking better of it as parts crumbled under his weight, he shifted back into his human form. Black mist shrouded him as he walked forward naked as the day he took his form.
“You are all I have left. All that will ever remain of the Chronis bloodline and it makes me furious.” A pause to remember himself and the situation, “you are precious and that makes you my treasure.”
“Show me, Fifteen. The room of your creation.”
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Post by Behax on Jun 3, 2021 16:08:26 GMT
Being able to feel the emotions of another was...New to Artemis, and as he walked he could faintly feel the distant spikes and changes to the Dragon’s mood and temper. His frustration, and his anger. Anger was not something Artemis was familiar with feeling, and he had already decided he didn’t like it, and he didn’t like that he could feel someone else’s feelings at all.
As he walked he tried to consider what he was going to do, what even could he do? Was he going to have to deal with a perpetually angry dragon for the rest of...well forever? He didn’t really understand the concept of mortality the way humans did, at least not in how it applied to himself. He knew that things lived, and they died. He’d experienced it a year ago after all, but he didn’t know how or even if it applied to himself.
Before he knew it he was being scooped up again, and he felt the uncertainty of not knowing the Dragon’s intentions. Was he going to drop him again? There was some small relief when he found himself being carefully placed back on the balcony. He was starting to get weary of being pulled or carried around, and he regarded the Dragon with caution as he shifted back to a human form.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about being called the Dragon’s ‘treasure’.
“Show me, Fifteen. The room of your creation.”
Artemis’ brows furrowed in a frown as to consistent refusal to call him by his name. He opened his mouth to argue but instead took a slow deep breath.
“I can take you there, but...It is the one room in this castle that I can not open.” The key Artemis had served as a master key for near enough the entire castle; it would fit any lock inside and was the only key that did. All except for one door. And while curious by nature, Artemis had loved and respected his grandfather enough to accept that if this one room was barred to him then there was a reason, and he would respect it.
Still he set off in the direction of the Dragon’s intended destination. Through empty silent halls. Eventually the Dragon might remember or recognise the path even if things had changed since he last walked it. The original Artemis had been no stranger to magic or alchemy, and neither had many of his descendants even if not all of them had had a gift for it. So of course the castle had its own functioning laboratory, a place of study and experimentation.
Though until the creation of the current Artemis, the family had never strayed into anything too dangerous or untoward, even if they had accidentally set a few things on fire.
Artemis stopped outside. The doors were large (though nowhere near as large as the doors to the Dragon’s underground prison,) sturdy and locked.
Artemis both felt a pull to this place, but also...unsettled by it. The connection they had through the contract went both ways, and though his own feelings were large and unwieldy, he might sense Artemis’ apprehension at their location.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 9, 2021 17:27:55 GMT
As Dragon followed Artemis he pulled a dust sheet to cover his nakedness, a habit that had been hard to break for Dragon since clothing was a thing dragons did not wear. He tied it in a fashion much like the makeshift toga he had been wearing when the homunculus found him. This was the first human clothing he had ever learned to wear, since his Dragon from did not accommodate the delicate clothing. Artemis had shown him how to cover himself when he needed too.
The laboratory door was indeed locked and dragon placed his forehead to the door, whispering a word in an old dragonic language. Dragon waited but nothing happened. He spoke the word again and again nothing. Tilting his head to the side, he said it one more time in frustration. And when the word failed to open the door once again Dragon flared his nostrils. The magic he had weaved into the castle had faded with his absence. He could bust it down, break it like everything else in the castle and had in the past...but with the castle already in disrepair dragon didn’t have the conviction. He wanted to learn more about Fifteen’s creation, the reason, the soul that resided in him....but those thing would have to wait.
“Take me to your sleep chamber.” Dragon requested. He would have to get some quality rest if he was to embed magic back into the castle...and to do that....well, he only hoped the homunculus could fill that role.
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Post by Behax on Jun 9, 2021 21:05:38 GMT
Artemis watched, a little perplexed at what the Dragon was trying to accomplish. However, he said nothing as whatever it was clearly did not go to plan. The door remained steadfast and closed.
“Take me to your sleep chamber.”
Artemis looked confused at this, why would the Dragon want to go to his room? Surely if this creature had at one time been so important, he would have had his own room? (He did, and oddly it was one of the few rooms in the castle to have still been well maintained.) What Artemis did know was that he wasn’t sure he wanted to argue with the Dragon over it right now, even if he was hesitant.
After thinking it over for a moment, Artemis turned around, and started leading the way to his room. Again the paths through the castle would be familiar, it might have been in disrepair, but the layout had hardly changed at all from when the Chronis family had first began to inhabit it. Artemis walked right past the room that was reserved for the head of the family. The doors were shut tight, and there was a gloominess about Artemis’ mood as they passed.
Not far away they walked past the doors that the Dragon might have recognised as his own, also shut tight. Artemis kept going, entering the next corridor which was usually reserved for the children of the current head of the family. There was always an order to things, and Artemis led the way to the room that was usually reserved for the first born child of the head of the family. In the Chronis line, gender never mattered much, the first born, boy or girl was always the next head of the family. The name would be passed down regardless.
Artemis’ room was comparatively well maintained. There were signs of wear and tare, but it was minimal compared to everywhere else. Most of the furniture was still there, and in good condition. A large dresser with a mirror, bookshelves, a study desk, a large bed. A door which led to a bathroom. (The castle had had running hot water, and electricity for centuries, in part due to the families own thirst for learning, science and ingenuity, but also thanks to the Dragon.)
He waited on the threshold, not really knowing what to do. He didn’t know what the Dragon wanted.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 13, 2021 6:03:29 GMT
Dragon pushed past Artemis to invade his room. At first he said nothing at all, looking at the quaint appearance of the room. He had seen it decorated in all manner of styles through out the ages, although this was the most lived in look he had ever seen it.
“It distresses me to see my family gone, to see our home in such disrepair.” There was melancholy in his tone “Unfortunately I can only mend our home.” Dragon finished his inspection looking around as if deep in remembrance. But in reality he was contemplating what he should do. Fifteen really did carry a striking resemblance of his Artemis - although younger.
“And I will need your help to do that.” Dragon approached him and gently grasped at Artemis’ waist and pulled him closer to him. “You may not be aware that when a dragon dreams, what they create can take form in the physical realm. The dreams I created with Artemis created this castle.” Well most of it, but Dragon wasn’t going to go into details. The castle was much smaller when the family had been minor nobility, but with Dragon they were able to grow their wealth and he was happy to offer more than a few dreams to them. But there was a catch.
“But a dragon can only dream when it’s sexually spent.” His grip was firm on Artemis’ hip bones as he lied. There was several ways a dragon could dream; being sung to by a virgin or gorging himself stupid, just to name a few.
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Post by Behax on Jun 13, 2021 13:04:59 GMT
Artemis watched and waited, feeling like an intruder in his own room as he felt the Dragon’s melancholy. When he said he’d need Artemis’ help to repair their broken home, he tilted his head curiously. Not sure how he was supposed to help with that, he had some power sure, but scarcely the knowledge to actually use it. He was still very much a fledgling in many ways.
He was clearly weary when the Dragon closed the gap between them, pulling him close by his waist. He wasn’t sure where the Dragon was going with this, and he still didn’t even after the creature explicitly stated his intention. The look Artemis gave him was completely innocent in its cluelessness.
“I...Don’t understand what you mean by that.”
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Post by Grimm on Jun 16, 2021 18:22:26 GMT
Dragon blinked a few times in surprise at Artemis’ inquiry before a slick smile edged its way outward upon the edges of his lips. “How refreshing,” his hands squeezed his waistline in anticipation. Although Dragon would have loved a tumble with someone more experienced, he figured using the homunculus’ virgin body to his satisfaction would allow him to dream just as well.
Sex had been something that Dragon enjoyed, which his enjoyment stemmed from the sensual pleasurable act the humans used to procreate in their soft delicate bodies. Dragons mated, which was painful, violent and could often result in serious injury. These humans had sex for fun.
“There is a human ritual that brings pleasure of unspeakable renown to those who participate.” He crooned his neck to look down to Artemis, his voice deep and soft. “A pair of bodies entwine becoming one for a moment in time.” He continued to explain taking a step backwards toward the bed, pulling Artemis with him. “You need just relax and let me have you.” Dragon hands slid from his hips toward the homunculus’ back hugging the look-a-like to him. Eagerly his hands began to roam Artemis’ clothed back, slowly pulling up the nightshirt.
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Post by Behax on Jun 16, 2021 18:56:51 GMT
“How refreshing.”
Artemis’ brow creased as he felt the grip on his hips tighten. He had the distinct feeling he was being made fun of, or at the very least that he was about to be taken advantage of. Even as the dragon continued to explain Artemis had the feeling that he was being at least a little bit misleading. He didn’t think the dragon was outright lying...But something felt off. He couldn’t explain it, and he didn’t know how to rebuke what the creature was saying, because he simply didn’t know enough to be able to.
There was clear hesitation when the dragon pulled him towards the bed.
“You need just relax and let me have you.”
Before he knew it he was being hugged to the taller man’s body, could feel his hands on his back. He didn’t know how to refuse, he didn’t even know if he had the right to.
“A-and this...This will help you?” he asked, though he still felt as if he was being taken advantage of.
As his shirt was pulled up and free, markings which had previously only been visible around the edges of the shirt's opening, on Artemis’s hands, and from his thighs to his toes, became more visible. Back and front, his skin was covered in distinct markings that the dragon would recognise as being the very letter of his original contract with the first Artemis. Even he would be able to recognise that what life this Artemis had, what soul he had, was being anchored to his body very literally by the contract.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 17, 2021 3:59:54 GMT
Truth be told Dragon felt a little guilty taking advantage of the homunculus ignorance of sexual matters. But only a little. He had quickly justified deflowering Artemis as a quick means to an end, just as he would if his taste for bacon had been a greater enjoyment and the quantities were large enough to acquire. Dragon did like to gorge himself silly when feasible.
“Us. It will help us.” Dragon was quick to correct him as he pulled the shirt off of the homunculus, taken back by the markings covering Artemis’ skin. They had been a curious feature he noted before, but now he was able to see the grand picture of what it was that they had been trying to do with this homunculus. Perhaps his grip softened just a little at the realization but his intent remained the same.
“As a dragon, treasure is important.” It was here that perhaps the level of expertise had such a wide gap, for Artemis would only learn the erotic arts as they went. Dragon was an expert when it came to one of his favorite hobbies as he only had centuries of practice. In a slow dance he had rotated the pair until Artemis was backed up to the edge of the bed, his slender fingers tracing the contract on the homunculus’ skin.
“It was Artemis that taught me the irreplaceable treasure of having different experiences. They are fleeting,” Dragon strained his neck to kiss a bare shoulder, “like the memory of a touch,” another kiss on the collar bone, “or the vibrations of a voice.” Dragon’s baritone voice was soft and heavy against the almost white hairs that laid just across the edges of Artemis’ ears.
“Unique and special,” He guided Artemis onto the bed, until Artemis laid flat on his back. “Human’s are that treasure, for they do not last forever.” Dragon straddled him, the dusty sheet falling loose around his hips, as he positioned the base of his flaccid cock against the base of the homunculus’. Dragon leaned forward, letting his knees take the weight it allowed his fingertips to softly roam the unexperienced skin. Down shoulders and arms back up again and down the chest, teasingly they brushed over Artemis’ nipples and down his sides. Exploring the pleasures of the flesh was one of Dragon’s favorite treasures, as it was the memories he collected; which was said that a dragon never forgets….or was that elephants. Unimportant creatures were unimportant.
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Post by Behax on Jun 17, 2021 14:47:19 GMT
“Us. It will help us.”
Artemis wasn’t so sure about that, didn’t see how this would help him at all, other than by just giving the Dragon what he wanted and taking the path of least resistance. Even if he still didn’t fully understand what it was he was actually giving. Before he realised it the Dragon had maneuverer them both so that Artemis had his back to the bed, he came to a sudden stop when he felt the backs on his legs hit the edge of the bed. His skin tingled where the Dragon traced over the markings.
“It was Artemis that taught me the irreplaceable treasure of having different experiences. They are fleeting.”
Artemis’ pale skin began to flush pink in places as the Dragon kissed his shoulder.
“Like the memory of a touch, or the vibrations of a voice.”
The voice in his ear made him shudder, and he could feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of his stomach which was simultaneously unfamiliar...but not at the same time. Artemis had no memory of ever feeling that way before, it was new to him, but at the same time it felt familiar somehow, just a long way off.
He was starting to feel overwhelmed, his uncertain emotions were mixing and spiralling together with the Dragon’s own feelings of lust and wanting. It was easy to guide Artemis onto the bed, his head was starting to swim as he got swept up in the feeling of it all. He felt the Dragon pressing against him, and that made a pleasant feeling stir in him, one he couldn’t name. He swallowed down a breath as he felt fingers softly roaming his skin, tracing the dark tattooed lines on his skin. He twitched at the teasing touch to his nipples, and when Dragon’s fingers moved down Artemis’ sides he twitched and squirmed in a way that suggested the motion was tickling him. Something he had in common with the original Artemis, and many of his reincarnations. The man had been almost unbearably ticklish on his sides, his feet, and certain parts of his neck, particularly behind the ears.
Right now the present Artemis was too overwhelmed to complain, though whenever a ticklish area was brushed his body reacted in a way that Dragon would have found familiar.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 25, 2021 4:27:15 GMT
Dragon was amused as he dragged his fingertips over his skin although he acted like he didn’t notice the ticklish response, an unmistakable squirm as he continued to maneuver his hands to explore the homunculus. Fingers traveled further down gracing on top of the underwear. Circling and teasing the awakening cock underneath the cloth. Golden eyes soaked in every twitch and flex of limbs, seeking more from Artemis, trying to find his Artemis somewhere in his expression. Even the smallest of that soul’s echo could be enough for him.
But that was a lie. Even now he felt as if he was playing with a doll; a lie that wore his Master’s face. The soft brush of fingertips turned into a more carnal pressing of flesh. His hips began to rock, rutting and rubbing against Artemis’ crotch, his hands groping each piece of available flesh. Dragon leaned down, kissing upward along the tattooed lines of the contract, up his neck and to his lips. Dragon was kissing the homunculus deeply in search for the familiarity. He had hope and hope was dangerous. It was better to not have hope. or so the Dragon had come to realized during his entombment. He would use Artemis for what he needed and he needed to dream.
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Post by Behax on Jun 25, 2021 19:34:55 GMT
Artemis followed the path of the dragon’s fingers across his skin with his eyes, even the bearest of teasing touches making his skin tingle strangely. Though that was nothing compared to how the teasing touch against his clothed cock felt, making his inexperienced body shudder, a soft gasp pressing past his lips. A gasp which turned to a grunt when the dragon’s attention became more firm.
As he rutted against the body beneath him, the dragon would be able to feel Artemis growing firm in his briefs. Artemis could feel his own arousal building, though he didn’t know that was his name, to him it was a strange warm and tingly feeling. It felt pleasant, pleasurable even, another feeling he quickly started to lose himself in. He closed his eyes as he became overwhelmed by the myriad of feelings and sensations swirling around his mind, and through his body.
He squirmed again when he felt lips on his neck, the feel of lips on his skin tickling him. When his lips were captured he didn’t kiss back at first, he didn't know how, it was just easier to let the dragon do as he wanted. Slowly however, Artemis began to move his lips, kissing back. It was hesitant, slow, clumsy.
At the same time something else began to change, as Artemis’ arousal grew, like any other living creature he began to release pheromones. What was likely unexpected even by the dragon, was that Artemis being constructed with a mix of human and dragon blood, meant that the pheromones he released were more similar to that which the dragon would be used to from his own kind.
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