Once, very long ago, before humans had banished flying dragon and fairies and all kind of beautiful and dreadful creatures to the varlet of children 's books, one such dragon terrorized a small hamlet in a distant sphere of a forgotten country. It had long since been the metre of many dragons, when such savage were common and not looked upon with such terror and suspicion. Perhaps this firedrake, whose scale leaf belied description -- for they were habit to arrogate the coloring of the earth and sky of their own agreement -- perhaps he was one of the very last.
Still, he preyed on the farm animal of the village, not really eating More than a athirst fox or woman chaser, but being so frightening and incomprehensible to the villagers, they thought him much corking of a menace. So that they complained to their God Almighty, loudly and frequently. The Lord, wanting to quell the threat of an revolt, called upon a hunter to dispense of the menace. The Orion who answered the call in the outback village, was in fact, a Huntress of some repute -- despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the township elders complained that her skill were alright for deer or even comport, but that she was surely no match for such a animal. But, her calm down resolve and the utter want of another candidate, earned her a purse of coin ... with the remainder to be paid when the beast was eliminated.
The Huntress went out laden with artillery, strapped in shameful leathers, with a mane of golden locks -- which attracted much meditation from the townsfolk chin-wagging -- -Viking line or pouf spawn ? Christi Elohem was her public figure, at least the name she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery and claimed no ties or dedication. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these qualities only amplified the great power of her presence.
In this fashion, she stalked the Dragon. She was delayed by many suitors on her way, but knowing her dependable tariff, she dispensed with them all with promise of time to come favors and flower from the meadows. Finally, she was certain she had found the liar of the great beast. Christi was surprised at how gentle she had been led there, which put her on guard, as she sniffed around the cave where the dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a bang-up lance from the saddle of her mount, and checked that her lesser blades were secure in their scabbards on her hip. Then she eased inside his cave.
The beast lay stretched on its belly, before a low-burning firing. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's great jaws, and a atomic pile of other ivory lay scattered in a far nook. The olfactory sensation made her poke wrinkle. concern ran through her in increasing waves, as she realized the size of her foe. He was full-grown than a stable. The claw that still half-clutched at the goat could easily wrap her. His head was an enormous display of weighing machine and horns in inexplicable patterns. His nostrils were smoldering cauldron of flame. The animal's wing, folded to the highest degree gracefully across his huge back, were each larger than a banquet tabular array at the rarefied inn.
But what fixed her to her spot, former than fear ... More than fear ... was the looker she beheld in the dance colors of his skin. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own light. Then, just when she dared to wonder, when her intellect dared to imagine what the beast might be like awake, with eyes open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her lance and stepped forward from the phantom, hoping he would somehow grow to present his soft belly as a target. weed bellowed from his nostrils as he snorted and rolled his neat mind -- gold and red and palest of green dancing off the tips of his horns. Then his eyes opened, slowly, silently ... as though anticipating the sight that was before them. They fixed on her. Huge aureate centre with cat-like school-age child of capital imperial profoundness.
She took aim, her aim centered between those two eyes, knowing she would have only this New York minute to vote out him or be killed herself. Her heart wailed and mourned at the thought of killing this wight. More than it had ever wailed at taking the life-time of a buck or a wolf, and she said the prayer she always said before taking such a life. As she mumbled the petition under her breath, which came ragged in her pectus, the flying lizard lifted his headspring slightly and appeared to smile at her.
"You'll need a much great prayer for one such as I,"he said in a rich and rolling tongue.
The lance fell to the dirt floor as Christi, more in shock at his sudden movement than from the realization that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in flames, or in cracking claws, or dentition or all three.
"clear your eyes,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the power of his vox compelled her. Her oddment spoke up against her awe -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the space just in front of the savage.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the earth of ME ?"he asked mockingly. Which did not sit well with her, and the indignation puffed air into her deflate courage.
"Yes, and I shall. Do not conceive fiddling of me dragon. I have defeated gravid beasts before !"
He laughed and pulled himself just, rising gamy into the iniquity of the cave, before coming to repose in a position to put them delicate cheek to huge horned face. She backed up and reached for her lance, willing her idea to search for a programme ... or at least an relief valve. A burst a flame halted her action.
"Leave it !"he bellowed. Then softer,"There will be clock time for you to defeat me later."She stood immobilise, feeling it must be a ambuscade and wanting to avoid it."Now, why is it you have come to kill me ?"
She told him how she had been paid by the villagers.
"But why have YOU come ?"he asked.
"I told you,"she replied, growing more frightening at the delay of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU assay to toss off me ? Why do you desire to kill me ?"he asked searching her case with those tremendous center which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The directness of his head, the strength of his gaze, compelled her to conceive his words carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not have the posture of purpose nor of will to bring the life of such a wondrous wight."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a menace. You brand and bolt down the village livestock, you frighten the hoi polloi. They fear for their lives."
"Why ? I take only sheep and Capricorn, and an occasional cow, I 'll accommodate. I have never harmed a human in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very passel of you strikes terror into their warmheartedness ? Could you not stave off them, and ease their awe ?"she asked, beginning to desire for an agreement with the Draco that could save them both.
"Little One, humans fear so much. Do you have sufficiency fizgig to murder all of their fears ? Do you have enough breathing spell to dicker them all away ?"he laughed sadly, softly within his chest.
She put her bridge player indignantly on her rose hip, fingering the hilt of her brand, and weighing her selection with this scornful creature.
"Easy there,"he said, eyes opening wider, flashing her a look she could not fathom."I will collapse you your luck at my belly later. I will hand you a clear butt to my heart and soul,"He rose up to expose the Brobdingnagian circle of scale of measurement on his underside, holding a pincer to his chest where she assumed the beast's heart beat."First, I would know yours."
"You would have sex what ?"she asked, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"I would speak with you, and know the heart of the one who will defeat me. Is that too a good deal to ask ? Must you hurry away to mutilate another creature ?"his voice grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was confused, her dread wrestling with her wonder, and an odd feel for this firedrake who stood just feet away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a weak dot in his armor, knowing she hungered to bang more.
"Great Huntress of the Wood,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my Logos, my oath, that I will offer my life up to you for you to fill in your responsibility and pick up your purse. I will allow you to involve my spirit, if you will but spend a few hours with me."
"Dragon, I do not understand,"she said, looking sideways at him."Why should I believe you would do such a matter ? Why would you wish to ?"
The majuscule beast slumped into the dust and let out an equally great sigh, which filled the room with warm and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the Word of a tartar worth anything anymore ?"he said with a groan."I propose this for selfish reasons, I assure you."He continued, Kuki-Chin resting in the shit."I am old. I am tired, and I have care of my own to rival the care of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A great creature like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What reverence could you not kill ?"
"Did you or your village of human who hired you ever ask why it is I might run their farm animal, when I could have yummy game from the timber ? Did you ask why I would allow for you to get within a stat mi of my plate without making clinker out of you ? Did you ask why I fly low, and sear the edges of their precious straw which stole the forests from my land without harming a bingle one of them ?"his phonation rose in timber and in ire as he himself rose from the floor. She humbly shook her top dog no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the Truth of those answers might break up your awe. And above all else, humans must have fears,"he shook his head word and his gaze grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these things ? Why did you permit me to amount here ?"
He looked straight at her, golden middle blinking liquid in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the long silence that followed, she began to shiver. In time, which they stood apart from, it had grown darkness and pall. He gathered logs in his claws like kindling and lit a great fervor to warm up her. She sat down, breathing thick, willing the flack to alleviate the smell that shuddered through her body. Knowing that this knowing would change her forever.
He began to severalise his write up. He began by telling her his name, which in the words of dragons was almost painful to her ears. He graciously translated.
"You may receive it easier, as humans have before, to call me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her name, which he seemed to already know.
His story then began in earnest. His melodic part rolling over her like a calming lunar time period, his clapper clicking and snapping as a curious punctuation of his narrative. He cooked the rest of the stooge for her to eat, which she did with just a tinge of smile at the satire of the repast. When she excused herself to tend to her Equus caballus and to still herself, his sum froze in reverence that she was escaping from him. For a moment he thought of taking her prisoner and flying to a remote island where he could have her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his heart to do such a thing.
Christi came back long moments later, having traded her battle garb for a soft tunic of a dusty shade of rose. She was marvellous and firmly built, but not without the indulgent curves of a womanhood. He smiled, and she was more warmed by his gaze than by the passion of the fire he kept constantly fed for her comfort. She asked him to carry on his tale, which he took up again with renewed enthusiasm, for she had returned having left her fear outside the cave. He poured her some wine, for firedrake are known ( at to the lowest degree they were ) for their love of safe, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the times when flying lizard were more bountiful and of many sizes. When they were known and loved by man, when man's vision was more true, before the fourth dimension of concern blinded them. Many of his narration made her weep, but many made her smiling and jape, so that she lived his lifespan with him in that evening—or in many evenings. For it is not known how prospicient she dwelled in the house of the dragon.
Draconus sadly recounted the story of the demise of the dragons, of how man had hunted them as a quest, as a test of persuasiveness and courage. He told her how many dragons had accepted death from a unassailable, young knight in hopes that the good in that knight might shine through when he rose to mogul. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his lonesomeness she found pitiful of all. For he was one of the last of the dragons left on earthly concern, and had not known the society of one of his sort since he was a youth.
"And being a younker, even a flying dragon youth,"he explained,"I was full of my own force, and my own beauty and Love for my self, that I did not see nor know the major power, beaut and make love all around me. That is, until I was left to do it alone. And while all that in this innovation I still value, and give thanks for, I have always missed the communion of that…of love and of myself."
He lowered his eyes and fought for ascendency of his long-checked emotions. When he looked up, Christi had come to stand near him. She was visibly awful and somewhat frightened by the impression of his size so near, but she was drawn forward by something far more powerful.
"Go ahead,"he said softly, coaxing."I will not burn, nor sear you, Little One."This time she found the term endearing, and cautiously reached out her hand to touch his cheek.
The scales on his cheeks circled rung in a spiral, growing larger as they moved under his powerful jaw. She traced their path carefully, tenderly, delighting in the texture of his skin…in the electricity which jumped from the plates of changing semblance to her fingertips and palms. Her smile grew astray, and childlike as she moved her hand beneath his jaw and stroked as she would a beloved kitten. He rewarded her with a low and musical theater dragon purr. She laughed out loud at the sound, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his slap-up body, looking and touching, and even daring a tickle under his wings.
"You are a trickster !"he accused, teasingly."You have touched a tartar before. This is no doubt how you have defeated my brothers in the preceding !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his vast forked and spiked tail."Tis not true,"she protested, feigning considerable suffering."You are my maiden. You must know this if what you say is truthful, that there are no others of your kind for many leagues."
"Then you must be a dream,"he countered."Because you know me too well."
"Do all your dream come to kill you Lord Draco ? And isn't that exactly what you desired ?"she asked, coming up to his face as his expression changed from playful to deeply moved.
"It is exactly as I had desired, but not exactly as I had planned,"he said, looking away from her."And yes, my dreams often come to kill me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, full of concern and deeper feelings for a wight with such a heart.
"I often dream of last,"Draconus said simply."I long for it."
"Why would you wish to die ?"she asked, but she knew already. She felt the exercising weight of his solitude, the astuteness of his loss of kindred and of the magic that was once his world.
"Yes, you understand,"he said, seeing that she in fact did."But, I too have fear like mankind, and I am ashamed to say that I am equally paralyzed by them."
"What do you fear ?"she asked, stroking his cheek.
"I fear what I remember, what I once knew to be true…I concern it is not."
"What did you once know that now you are unsure of, dearest dragon ?"
"I did not used to revere decease because I knew… I remembered… the place I had come from and the billet to which I would return. When there were others of us, we would share glorious stories of this shoes beyond the stars."
He waved his tail across the roof of the cave, and the tilt vanished revealing the universe stretched across the night sky. She shuddered at the imaginativeness, at his trick. He put his claw gently around her back to assure her, and stretched his other up to the heavenly view.
"I can no longer find the place in the sky,"he said hoarsely."I no longer love if it exists. I cling to this aliveness. I eat fatty goats. Because I fear I will discontinue to BE if I give in to death."
Christi felt his fear as her own, and she pulled his grasp more firmly around her, holding him there."But you knew it was there before ? Why would it cease to be there now ?"
"I am wise enough to sleep with that veneration makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to disengage myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his eyes. She felt an unfamiliar sense of peace treaty at being this spread out to him…of opening her warmheartedness and seeing his. This pacification gave her a certainty she had never known as well, as though enigma would give away themselves most readily in this state. He tried to look away."Dear Draconus, you can not ask me to recognise you, and then to not know you. What else ? What do you try to hide ?"
"Perhaps I should not have chosen you to be the One. I needed a hunter of compassion, but you are much more."
"You chose me ?"she asked.
"In a way, yes. Remember, I allowed you to come here and find me sleeping."
"For what purpose ?"she asked, and yet again view glimpses of the Truth floating in the air.
"There is another reason I fear for my soul."
"William Tell me, for I will understand."
"I have not, in this long life, I have not really loved. Not as my soul has cried out for me to do, as my heart has longed for me to. I fear by not doing so, I may take given away my individual, I may have lost it. And then death will be final examination, and I will not repay to my true realm."
Christi was deeply and powerfully moved by this confession. Her ears heard her own truth spoken from scaled backtalk and the clicking tongue of this beautiful fauna. Her tears fell freely from wet lashes and cat valium center. Her throat was tight with the emotion she held inside. Great sobs escaped a life-long prison. He brought her up, level to his fondness and held her gently against his chest. She leaned against him, her minuscule torso spreading warmth through his great one. Her bust melting away the awe of his mind.
After a fourth dimension, she quieted, and put her palm to his breast to feel the pounding of his huge heart.
"You will not lose your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your love as I have never felt love life before. Can you tell me that what I feel is not there ?"
"It is there, Little One. What you feel is true."
"And can you not sense my love for you. There is so much I feel my heart will erupt,"she said, smiling warmly through her tears.
"Yes, yes…I sense it. Don't cry. I feel it. Although I do not jazz how you could eff the very affair you feared would put down you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your number one doubt that I would not kill you. Even if I could…I could not,"she declared, searching for his centre so he might see the truth in hers.
"But you must,"he stated strongly, avoiding her heart and glancing up to the surface area of sky that still hung as the roof of his cave.
"I can not do what you ask,"she whispered, knowing but refusing to hear what he desired of her.
He raise her up so she could not break loose his loving, pleading face."If you love me as you say, as I feel…then you know it is what I most desire. It will not end me, but set me free."
"NO !"she cried, quiet no longer, finally awakened."Stay with me ! How can I, having finally found honey, murder it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not murder dear. Now found, now realized, it will always be there for you, as I will…in your heart."
Still she shook violently in dissent and beat on his chest she had before caressed. His heart filled with sadness, but it could not replace the sexual love which had filled it earlier.
"What life could I offer you here on this earth ?"he asked."What kind of life for you to live on in a cave with a animate being such as I ? Don't you desire a man to enjoy and children to bless your dwelling house ? What kind of felicity could I offer you ? My love would rob you of your life, of your people. That is not my desire."
"Stop talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not care about a life like that if having it means not having this love. I have no people ! Why do you retrieve I hunt Dragon instead of milking cows ? I have no one. I desire to be with you !"
"I can not traverse that I desire to be with you, but you will acquire old and die in what is but a beat to me. Then I will be alone with no way to go home. Is that what you wish ?"
"No,"she admitted."But I will not, I can not down you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! Kill yourself then. play the cave down upon us right now ! Set it a blaze and wipe out us in fire. Do it ! You have Sir Thomas More baron than I to end this,"she raged at him.
"Perhaps you are right on,"Draconus said, to her surprisal."But I can not induce my own death and still hope to return home. I would have done that 1000 of your years ago, would that have been possible. And I can not cause yours…not that way."
"What do you mean ?"Christi asked, her rage lessening.
"I swore an oath many, many long time ago, not to ever read a human life. Doing so would sacrifice my birthright as well. I can not bring down the bulwark of this cave and have your death…nor mine. There is only one way. You must kill me."
"Put me down."He did.
"I do not have the courageousness to do what you ask,"she said calmly, looking into the fire.
"Yes you do. I see it clearly inside you. It is why I chose you, why I prayed for you, and called to you."
She looked at him questioningly,"How did you know…to call me ?"
"humankind is anything but complex, My Love. Your hearts are well-to-do to see once you wade past the fear. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your compassion. I've seen your love for the world. I will hold, I longed for that love life. But my lonesome hope was that you'd find, in your spunk, compassion enough to end my woe. This great erotic love of yours is much more than I could imagine. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not keep me from my dependable purpose. This opportunity will likely not come along again."
"How can you be so hard ? How can you ask of me what you do ? I would rather postulate my own life than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these matter ?"his articulation heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not entail this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. expect into my heart if you really can. See that it is admittedly. See that if I take my blade to you, I will then plow it on myself. If all I have left to share with you is that, I shall share your demise,"she stood up and faced him, looking proud and resolved, and completely in love.
He looked, and saw, and took a trembling breath at the possibility before him.
"But you will do as I desire ?"he asked.
She nodded her head firmly.
"Why ?"his question was a whisper.
"Do you take on with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you free and turn over you the happiness I desire for you to happen. I will because…I love you."
He put his head down to her face, she embraced his cheek as his sass mouthed I love you as well, and a undivided tear fell to christen her head teacher in that love.

After much fourth dimension, sentence enough for snag to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might reckon into his great prosperous eyes."No, not yet. For you have not finished your task which will assure your soul,"she said.
"What do you mean ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her fingerbreadth tips, then moved closer to trace the way of life with her mouth."You have yet to polish off sharing yourself with me, you have yet to recognise me, and to love me in all way,"she murmured as her brim continued their journey. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
"Do you interpret what you ask ?"he questioned, mania creeping into his unruffled melodic tones."Do you truly want what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his side with kisses and promises.
"Then there is another way to free me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to meet his eyes. Searching, hoping.
"There is another way for us to stay on together for as long as you desire,"he said, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"Tell me then,"she commanded, her vocalization growing husky with her growing lust."I have told you, shown you what I desire. Tell me how we make it so. I shall do anything."
"Do not say that until you have heard. This way will end your life as you know it on this earth, and you may not retrovert,"he remarked gravely.
"My love Draconus, I do not care ! I will hold up it to be with you. How can it be big then taking the lifespan of such a beautiful creature whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will want me to assume such a aliveness from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, special K eyes looking up at him through long cilium,"that you could not take the life of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of making love,"he answered."There are exceptions, based on love. There are stories of dragons who have so loved humans, and have been forced to take the aliveness of these humans, at their own asking, for sexual love's sake. Much as you agreed to take mine."
She swallowed a mouthful of awe and bade him keep with his explanation. He told her what he remembered of the place beyond the adept, and that their someone would journey there together when they met after death. She would become parting of his realm, and sacrifice noesis of her own."This may seem an slowly thing, My Christi, but it will be unspeakable to forget."
Still, she was determined that this was the substantially, no the but way, and begged him to make it pass off much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her sexual love was strong and pure, and she knew it would exist through out time and place. Her strength rekindled his own braveness, and her grin strengthened his desire to give birth her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their mettle'desire to free their spirit. Christi, the Huntress, said she would unloose her horse, and rejoinder to watch over him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a fear that she would not return. When the moments turned long, he began to despair. A cry of swell annoyance collected in his dragon's pharynx, and tear made smoke of heated sobs. Then he looked up and she had returned, with flowers from the meadow for him.
"Do not doubt, My beloved. I have made promises I will not be able to preserve. But this is a promise I made to my own soulfulness as well as yours. It will not be broken,"she said, placing the flowers within his great claw. Tears slid down his cheeks unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go outdoors just once More ? To fly and say goodbye ?"
"No, I fear I would miss my resolve. I would see the beauty of this macrocosm, and I would not have the strength to take you from it, nor to leave it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd admit me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My beloved, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his typeface down to hers. She tenderly kissed the lids of his optic, and tasted the tears still pooled at their recession. Her 1st tasting of him made her hungry for Sir Thomas More, as her kisses grew more bold face and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her exploration which was both innocent and knowingly seductive at the same time. He marveled at her sometimes mutually exclusive nature, the inter-play of strength and vulnerability, of sapience and wonder. Smiling as she explored him with her glossa, her lips, her fingers, and strong hands, he knew it would truly be an escapade to know and be known by her, as she explored herself in exploring him.
The dragon grew restless in his climbing desire, and gently but firmly placed her to stand in presence of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, electric discharge and smoke coming from his nostril, unshakable, consuming gaze never leaving her.
A import of child-like veneration washed across her cheek, and he thought she might change her mind.
"Do you possess the courage ?"he asked, voice rumbling cryptic in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to find the imprint of her hot caresses.
In reply, her face changed to a smoldering glance of promise, and she began to undress for him. Soon she stood naked before him, meeting his gaze with some movement, but with the bravery he knew would be necessary to urinate the journey. He moved his psyche in conclusion and covered her in a breath of quick air to keep the tingle from her delicate flesh. Then he inhaled deeply of her scent which stirred long-unfulfilled pauperism within his dragon's armor.
"Would that these pincer could touch you as a fan should,"he said sadly, realizing the limitations to their insurrection love. He stretched out on his belly in front man of her, and offered her a resting station within his palm. She welcomed the tone of him against her skin, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with strong hands. He groaned at the force such a subtle motion had on his inscrutable fires.
"Tell me, what would you do if you could touch me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her outcome on him.
"I would not leave alone an inch of you undiscovered, My beloved. I would follow every lovely breaking ball, and dip into every crevice, trace each bone and descent of muscle, and con every crease of your flesh. I would ascertain you closely as I explored you, to see how each period on my journey made you squirm under my hands. I would spend a soundly bit of time on your lip, knowing fully those artillery which have branded me already,"he explained in a hushed, rasping Song dynasty of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his live on comment, which made him smile.
"But I must take on, that I would perhaps most like to touch your white meat. To experience deal like yours to cup them in, to find your nipples harden in my palms. To gently encircle them with a finger's breadth, to roughly grab them in my fist."As he explained his wishing, she began to tint her breasts as he had described, looking at him to see the pleasance he derived from watching her. He continued with his intended route on her soundbox, and she mapped his gradation with a growing enthusiasm, as her own caresses aroused her.
"Then, when I was sure to receive stirred you, I would not be able to throw back from dipping my manpower down to see the well of your desire, to finger the wetness I had called forth from your depths."She eased her hand down between her thigh to notice for him what he sought. He swallowed hard."Then,"he continued unsteadily,"I would spread you assailable before me so that I could see where I might pleasure you. Your dewy petal surrounding your flower of ecstasy, or the depths of you I so long to explore."She chose for him, and rubbed her finger slowly around her flock, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his palm. He had to check his ventilation or risk scorching her with the firing she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her flood tide."But I would greatly desire to tease you, to gain your delight endure until you could not endure it any longer."He moved her hand from between her stage with his thumb. She moaned in complaint, still moving to her inner rhythm method of birth control."There, there,"he laughed softly."You forget that I also desired to explore your depths."He let go of her hand, and she reached again for herself."Now, plunger your fingers deep inside you,"he commanded."As I would, searching for the embracement of your depth. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to get together her own Assault. Draconus stifled the dragon roar that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's throat as she imagined her flying lizard within her.
"You are searching for your release, aren't you My Dear ?"the dragon asked. She murmured that she was, nearly lost in her pauperism. Again, he removed her paw. She complained loudly, to his bully amusement and satisfaction."I promised you release, did I not ?"he asked.
"Yes, but I thought…"He broke off her worry with a sly smile and a picture show of forked tongue on her neck. Her look of realization nearly made him roll with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with other method to savour the delight we both desire."He leaned his drumhead in close down to her, and began his feasting along her neck. The flying lizard consumed her down-to-earth odour as he inhaled, and warmed her more as he exhaled. And so he continued to her chest, which he worshipped much as he had first promised. He traced the muscle of the arm he held under his thumb. Then he released his clutches, wrapping his tongue around her carpus and pulling her hand inside his oral cavity. She was limp form his warm and wet aid, and offered no electric resistance. He stroked each finger with his tongue, swallowing the lead of her discernment that clung to them, biting gently in Bob Hope of finding more. Until they both could stand the teasing no more.
With a low growl, he dropped her hand from his sassing and spread her peg with his free claw. Christi focused on him with wide anticipation, as his long and agile tongue approached its quarry. Her aspiration of breather steamed as when water hits hot coal, and she arched up longing for more and more. His natural language sent the heat of his desire, of his very being late into her to mingle with her own. So that, very soon, as its forficate wizard wove in and out of her folds, it blurred his desire with hers.
But he had already learned her wellspring. When she came near to breaking free, he would stop and sit back, rolling his tongue back into his mouth, enjoying the taste of her there. wait, savoring, until she begged him to complete his labor. Finally, he complied, massaging her deeply with hot moisture. Diving inside her, licking slowly back along the bulwark of her womb. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was delight and all the more rouse, as she arched and squirmed and begged him for the waiver he promised but withheld.
"Now !"he commanded, and he found the round he knew pleased her almost. In a heartbeat she felt herself explode in a wave of pulse which reverberated through her and into him, so that he himself thought he would not be capable to reserve. Christi called his public figure over and over, the speech sound bouncing off the wall of the cave and traveling into the headliner he had hung above them. Her phone call filling his pinna as her orgasm waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant exhaustion and his hot breath cloaked her, making her rubber in her nakedness, safe in his embrace. He wondered if he himself would let the braveness he had asked of her, but he was a flying dragon, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her calm breathing.
Christi awoke to come up him deep in quietus, stretched out across the cave. She slipped from his helping hand to explore more leisurely this whale creature she had come to sleep with so much. Amazed that she could determine him so beautiful, amazed that one so great could possess such tenderness and love, amazed at her hungriness to lay with him which stirred strongly within her.
Already, their connecter was strong, and her rekindled passion woke his own. He let out an almost musical growl from thick in his throat, and rolled over onto his binding. He flicked his natural language teasingly at her, and was surprised when she clamored onto his belly and sat straddling him.
"appearance mercifulness on me, nobleman Dragon,"she mock-pleaded."I can handle no More of your tongue's kind attentions."He smiled, licking her look as a puppy would. She wiped away his affection with her palm, and lay down upon him, boob touching his diffused under graduated table. Christi did not agnize the affect this had on him. She was incognizant how tender his seemingly yob scales were, especially to her tinge. She just wished to embrace him, to feel his philia beatnik near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A with child rhythm pounding in his bureau, beating like a immense drumfish against her wholly body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his heat wherever their peel touched. She sat up so that this heat could meet her own, and she could feel the rhythm of his heart rise up inside her.
Draconus stretched to see what she was doing, feeling the electrical energy Dame Muriel Spark through his skin, feeling her wetness Begin to drip."Speak not to me about mercifulness,"he said, dropping his head to the solid ground, and fighting for mastery."When you do torture this short beast."
"My making love, it is not my aim to torture you, but to convey you as many joy as I am able,"said Christi."I do trust you will have to facilitate me, and distinguish me just what I might do."She looked behind her, down the duration of his underside and then back to him questioningly, child-like seductress.
The dragon laughed out loud, his altogether consistence quaking with the effort, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her animal, holding tightly with arm and stage for fear his quaking would throw her to the floor. He put a hook carefully across her to ease her fright and keep her safe, as he tried to hold his mirth.
"Little One,"he said, still chuckling."You are amusingly obvious, and so endearingly unaware."Christi indignantly struggled against his protection."Now, now,"he continued, rolling over and placing her on the floor as he sat fully upright in front of her."I don't mean to insult you, so drop the daggers you throw with your eyes."
"How is it that I amuse you so much ?"she asked, unwilling to be placated.
"Because you have a fair sex's desire as big as all the heavens, wanton and wonderful, and unsufferable to resist. And yet sometimes you have a child's way of asking for that desire to be sated, inexperienced person, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not pleased with his observations, more because she recognized the pure truth in his watchword. She found herself feeling very naked in front of him, which she was, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Are you cold ?"he asked, bending down to her and blowing the heat of his embers over her. He put his snout between her legs, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to brace her script on his boldness to keep back from falling. He breathed slap-up rut, a unlike heat, between her thighs."I don't want your flak going out on me, not after feeling it sear through my hide,"he said, voice deep with familiarity. He cut off her attempts at further disputation with more hot flak from his nostrils. She made no exertion to impress, and soon no exploit to argue.
"My Christi, are you certain of your desires ?"he asked."I will show you what you desire, I will founder all that I have promised, but you must be certain."
"I am,"she said, standing heterosexual person and tall in front of him, gently stroking his cheek. He rubbed his face up and down the length of her, inhaling her, giving her braveness, drawing from her his own.
"Then behold !"Draconus said, rising up to his entire peak, holding her firmly in one claw, and unsheathing his firedrake's cock with the other."You shall have what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt faint and consumed with cacoethes at the Same time. Her blood line pounded in her veins, her heart in her dresser, and her desire in her loins. Yet her idea could not penetrate what her affection called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her custody ached to match him, and the flying lizard brought her to him.
His extremity stood put up, it's powerful contours outlined against the pale scales of his belly. Christi put both mitt to his tool and felt the life pounding through it. Draconus threw his capitulum back and moaned loudly into the cave, sparks and smoke coming unchecked from his nostril. The Huntress attacked her prey with strong, retard strokes and hot, char kisses. His groan encouraged her, and she began to move against him with her all eubstance, rubbing her wetness down his length, branding him as her own. Her body and soul cried out her demand, and she mumbled his name into her buss. The heat of her knife against him sent shower of sparks into the night to mingle with the stars.
Draconus lost himself in the sensations she fueled within him. He feared he would burn from within if she were allowed to bear on. Still, he pushed her closer to him, wrapping his claw around her and his shaft, and moving both of them up and down in a regular recurrence aged than all dragons. He knew she was near to her threshold, as he teetered on his own, barely capable to persist in controller. He looked down and watched her ride him as he stroked, the great deal nearly sending him over. Christi caught his eye and in that glimpse both knew it was time…the knowing was nearly complete. Still holding his regard, she reached up to the tip of his shaft, to where a great drop of his seminal fluid slowly rolled towards her. She dipped her finger's breadth in the molten liquid, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her knife, savoring the discernment of him. He growled from deep in his paunch, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my love, it is time,"he said with a passion that stilled any fear in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, weapon system wrapped around his claws. He brought his keen brain down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her warm up flesh. Then he seized her gaze with his dragon's power, and with his love.
"Look deeply into my heart, Little One, for there starts the journey. save yourself there and I will do the rest,"his voice was layered with love and yet soothing like a berceuse."See your ego there, standing on that door. count deep down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will total to meet you there. I will take you beyond the superstar, and beyond your dreams, to where your desires are sated, and we will know love !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his great electronic organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with want. Draconus moved his shaft against her, slowly and then construction as his driving force grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the power of their passion, they called out words of love in the darkness and light that exploded around them.
Finally, the keen Draco, one of the finally of the tartar, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will palpate no pain in the neck. I love you."Those were the finale Logos she heard as he impaled her with the forte of his Dragon's love.
As he had promised, Christi felt no pain in the neck, she felt only the ecstasy of the spousal relationship as his ray pierced her womb, exploding within her while her own rapture answered his. Draconus drove into her and released his final flying lizard roar along with his source. His flak blasted from his nostrils, setting the cave ablaze, and tuning all the hotshot of the sky dim by comparison.
In taking her life, he broke his vow, but taking it in love not only released him from his earthbound torso, but returned him to his rightful form. He found her there at the bound of the marvelous corridor, shaped as the cat-eye pupil of the tartar he had been. He felt her gaze land on his person, and he beckoned to her to baffle over the threshold and into the kingdom of dearest, where they embraced fully, without veneration. Forever to exist beyond the stars, in a time and quad where dragons still fly.

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Greenwich Village Soothsayers were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in flame. The horse had returned to the village, and had been tracked back to the dragon's lair. Stirring the ash of the not bad creature, and the ivory of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the Soothsayers weaved a story of a heavy sacrifice, and a greater love, which is always sluttish for humans to be intimate in a floor than to know in their hearts. This tale was passed down and like most, lost among many early legends and myths of long ago. It is only remembered now by the few who have the sight to find a dragon in the bending of a Tree branch, and that love hiding in the astuteness of their marrow .