Hi There,


    I hope you enjoyed reading my previous story, I’d love to hear your feedback if you’ve got a moment to send it or toment. This next story promises to be very much intersting with more mouth watering, thigh tingling erotic scenes. It is a fantasy story that builds up to a good deal of sexy fun. It starts out in our world and ends somewhere else entirely. Given the name I’ve chosen for it I feel the need to tell you that it has a disappointingck of dragons. However I’ve attempted to make up for that with an abundance of boobs and a strapping young male protagonist. I hope you like it.


    Read and enjoy…


    Title:


    THE MISSING DRAGON


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    Gregory Hopkins had a missing dragon to deal with. He’d taken a different approach to the problem than he normally did, cutting through the park on his way home from school. Still, there was no doubt about it. He knew the first time he saw those beautiful greenwns. All that empty space was missing something and that something was possibly an army of elves or, more likely, a dragon.


    Without weighing the risks of such an endeavour as finding a missing dragon upon a parkwn during the English summer; he sat down beneath arge oak tree, plucked his sketch pad out of his bag and got to work. Drawing what was already there was easy enough. The trees in the distance, the flower bed in the foreground and the small caretaker’s house to the far left soon materialised upon his nk sheet of paper. Only then was the true challenge upon him.


    The first order of business in finding a dragon in an empty field is to understand how such a creature might fall to rest there. The outline took shape as a long serpentine curve, basking in thete afternoon sunlight. Next were the details: the horns, the scales, the shadows beneath the rxed folded wings. Finally the creature needed to be ced in the field and so came the tufts of grass around where its weight rested in the earth, then the scorch marks on the earth beneath its nostrils.


    He sat there for a while, a young man with messy ck hair that fell to his shoulders and deep blue eyes steeled with concentration. His face was a mix of a little Italian, a little Greek and a lot of English. A baggy sweater and equally baggy pants covered his frame as he sat beneath a tree looking at his disappointingly dragonless field.


    It took him over half an hour to find and ce the dragon there, then came the shading of its frame and finally the finished product. Unfortunately, Gregory didn’t even so much as get to set his pencil down before the muddy football hit him squarely on the side of the face and smashed down into his sketch. Given the temperature the ball shouldn’t have been muddy at all but summer had just begun and so had the storms that sometimes came along with it.


    The impact left his right ear ringing and his right eye momentarily blinded by dirt. It took Gregory a full minute to adjust himself and realise the dragon in the field was ruined and that someone was stood beside him with a muddy football beneath his arm.


    Freddie Lounds. What aplete and utter shitheel. Gregory nced past him to where a group of his cronies stood in the football field across the way looking on with grim smirks on their faces. He’d heard them start up their game but in his concentration to capture his reptilian quarry he hadn’t bothered to see who they were. If he had he might have just picked up his things and left the dragon to be forever lost.


    “What’ you doing?” Freddie asked.


    “Windsurfing.” Gregory replied calmly as he moved to slip his sketch book back into his bag.


    Clearly Freddie didn’t quite know what to do with this information. It certainly didn’t look like Gregory had been windsurfing but then again Freddie wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the box and Gregory had spoken with a great deal of conviction. It took him a full fifteen seconds before he realised he was being mocked and his face tightened into a frown.Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Think you’re a smart little shit don’t you?” The football was smacked loudly against the ground as Freddie put his arms out in the ssic ‘let’s kick the shit out of each other’ pose he’d been fond of since primary school.


    Gregory sighed inwardly. He’d had to put up with this idiot all through primary school during which time getting punched and shoved around the yground had been a part of his every day life. In high school Freddie still looked out for him despite being in different sses to each other. Any time he felt like shoving someone over or dumping the contents of their bag on the floor Gregory usually hadnded square in the lunatic’s crosshairs.


    Of course much of this had stopped abruptly shortly after Gregory started taking some sses outside of school hours. The first time Freddie found a fistnding square in his face had been thest time he’d overtly tried to beat up Gregory. Still, he’d been a constant pain ever since. Then finally Freddie had left school and Gregory stayed on. School had gotten a lot better since then but they still lived in the same town and that town only had one park.


    All in all, Freddie didn’t bother Gregory that much anymore. What did bother him was currently walking towards them from the football field.


    Jte Riley was a gorgeous redhead with long toned legs, curvy round breasts and quite possibly the cutest ass in the known universe. She’d been dating Freddie since they were sixteen. They were now both eighteen with Freddie soon looking at being neen and Gregory having just had his eighteenth birthday two weeks before. Seeing a girl like Jte with a guy like him was just in depressing. Freddie wasn’t even what a reasonable person would call attractive. Shaven head, pinched looking slightly inbred look, pug nose and a constant expression akin to someone smelling a particrly nasty pile of shit was pretty much all he had to offer the world.


    Gregory had been single all through high school, partly due to his reputation as a bit of a loner and partly because he had other things to worry about. Seeing a girl like Jte with a guy like Freddie wasn’t exactly the greatest advertisement for the guys who stay in school getting all the good stuff once they’re in the real world. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jte was what civilized society referred to as a ‘total bitch’ then it would have been downright soul destroying to see them together.


    “Come back to the game.” She reached out to Freddie’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to try and dissolve a potential night in jail for her boyfriend.


    “Shithead’s been smart.” The thug curled his lip and took a step towards Gregory.


    Slowly, the boy who had been looking for dragons shifted his weight and ced his left foot further behind him. If this was going to happen then it was going to happen very fast, very hard and it was going to result in a veryrge headache for Freddie.


    “Ignore him babe, he’s nothing. C’mon… if you win I’ll give you a prize.” Jte smoothly slipped herself between them both as if knowing it would be difficult for Freddie to concentrate on two things at once.


    He stalled a moment and then Gregory was suddenly watching a harsh kiss of pressure whitened lips and the noise of Freddie jamming his tongue into Jte’s mouth. It was worse than being kicked in the gut. A guy behaves like a rabid monkey, starts a fight, ruins a sketch and it’s him who gets the girl? It was enough to turn Gregory’s stomach.


    As he was walking away from them he heard their voices carry through the air. This time he heard the ball being kicked and being kicked hard. Reacting without much thought to the matter, Gregory felt his legs tense and then propel him up into the air, spinning sideways and swinging his leg outwards. He saw the ball sting toward where the back of his head had been moments before. It took him an instant to re-adjust the swing of his foot and m the football in a perfect volley that sent it hurtling back toward Freddie’s face.


    The noise of his foot hitting the ball was only outmatched by the noise of the ball connecting directly with Freddie’s nose. Unlike Gregory, he hadn’t been expecting the sudden return and soon found himself sprawling backwards into the grass. Even Gregory himself stood there dumbfounded for a few moments since even he hadn’t expected his kick to work that well. Then came the sudden shouts of Freddie’s friends on the field and he saw seven guys running toward him with angry looks on their faces. Brilliant.