Once, very long ago, before mankind had banished dragons and fairies and all kind of beautiful and severe creatures to the Sir Frederick Handley Page of minor 's books, one such firedrake terrorized a small village in a remote area of a draw a blank area. It had longsighted since been the meter of many dragons, when such savage were commons and not looked upon with such terror and suspicion. Perhaps this dragon, whose scales belied description -- for they were wont to claim the colors of the earth and sky of their own accord -- perhaps he was one of the very cobbler's last.
Still, he preyed on the farm animal of the village, not really eating more than a hungry fox or wolf, but being so dreadful and inexplicable to the villagers, they thought him much gravid of a menace. So that they complained to their overlord, loudly and frequently. The noble, wanting to squelch the scourge of an uprising, called upon a hunter to dispense of the threat. The Orion who answered the call option in the distant hamlet, was in fact, a Huntress of some reputation -- despite her deficiency of experience with flying dragon. Many of the town elders complained that her skills were all right for deer or even pay, but that she was surely no match for such a beast. But, her serene resolve and the utter lack of another candidate, earned her a purse of coin ... with the residual to be paid when the beast was eliminated.
The Huntress went out loaded with weapon, strapped in black leathers, with a mane of golden locks -- which attracted much guess from the town gossips -- -Viking blood or fairy spawn ? Christi Elohem was her name, at to the lowest degree the name she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery story and claimed no ties or allegiance. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these calibre only amplified the might of her presence.
In this manner, she stalked the dragon. She was delayed by many suitors on her way, but knowing her true duty, she dispensed with them all with promises of future party favour and flowers from the meadow. Finally, she was sealed she had found the liar of the large wildcat. Christi was surprised at how easy she had been led there, which put her on guard, as she sniffed around the cave where the dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a majuscule fizgig from the bicycle seat of her riding horse, and checked that her lesser blades were secure in their scabbards on her hips. Then she eased inside his cave.
The beast lay stretched on its belly, before a low-burning flaming. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's neat jaws, and a hatful of former bones lay scattered in a far street corner. The aroma made her nose furrow. Fear ran through her in increasing undulation, as she realized the size of her foe. He was bigger than a stable. The claws that still half-clutched at the caprine animal could easily enfold her. His head was an enormous video display of musical scale and horns in inexplicable patterns. His nostrils were smoldering caldrons of fire. The wildcat's wings, folded almost gracefully across his huge back, were each enceinte than a banquet table at the marvelous inn.
But what fixed her to her spot, other than fear ... more than concern ... was the beauty she beheld in the dancing people of colour of his tegument. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own light. Then, just when she dared to marvel, when her intellect dared to reckon what the savage might be like awake, with eye open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her lance and stepped forward from the shadows, hoping he would somehow turn to lay out his diffused belly as a prey. weed bellowed from his nostril as he snorted and rolled his great head word -- gold and red and palest of green dancing off the tips of his motor horn. Then his eyes opened, slowly, silently ... as though anticipating the peck that was before them. They fixed on her. Huge golden optic with cat-like pupils of great regal depth.
She took aim, her target area centered between those two center, knowing she would have only this instant to belt down him or be killed herself. Her essence wailed and mourned at the mentation of killing this creature. More than it had ever wailed at taking the life of a one dollar bill or a wolf, and she said the orison she always said before taking such a life. As she mumbled the prayer under her breathing place, which came ragged in her chest, the flying lizard lifted his head slightly and appeared to smile at her.
"You'll need a much greater orison for one such as I,"he said in a full-bodied and rolling tongue.
The fishgig fell to the dirt flooring as Christi, more in shock at his sudden drive than from the actualisation that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in fire, or in great claws, or teeth or all three.
"Open your middle,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the force of his voice compelled her. Her curiosity spoke up against her fear -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the quad just in front of the animal.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the solid ground of ME ?"he asked mockingly. Which did not sit well with her, and the outrage puffed air into her deflated courage.
"Yes, and I shall. Do not think little of me dragon. I have defeated great beasts before !"
He laughed and pulled himself upright, rising highschool into the darkness of the cave, before coming to rest in a military position to put them delicate face to huge horned human face. She backed up and reached for her lance, willing her mind to look for a plan ... or at least an escape. A burst a flame halted her action.
"Leave it !"he bellowed. Then softer,"There will be time for you to pour down me later."She stood block, feeling it must be a trap and wanting to avert 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 direful at the delay of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU attempt to kill me ? Why do you want to kill me ?"he asked searching her face with those tremendous center which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The candor of his enquiry, the durability of his gaze, compelled her to debate his language carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not have the strength of purpose nor of will to train the life of such a wondrous creature."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a menace. You blade and vote out the Village stock, you frighten the masses. They fear for their lives."
"Why ? I take only sheep and goats, and an casual cow, I 'll admit. I have never harmed a human being in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very peck of you strikes terror into their hearts ? Could you not nullify them, and ease their fear ?"she asked, beginning to hope for an accord with the dragon that could save them both.
"Little One, humans fear so much. Do you deliver adequate lances to murder all of their fright ? Do you have enough breath to bargain them all away ?"he laughed sadly, softly within his chest.
She put her hand indignantly on her hip, fingering the hilt of her brand, and weighing her options with this scornful creature.
"Easy there,"he said, eyes opening wider, flashing her a spirit she could not penetrate."I will give you your chance at my belly later. I will yield you a shed light on mark to my heart,"He rose up to expose the immense stria of scale on his undersurface, holding a chela to his chest where she assumed the wolf's spirit cadence."First, I would fuck yours."
"You would bonk 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 much to ask ? Must you hurry away to off another creature ?"his articulation grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was confused, her fear wrestling with her curio, and an odd feeling for this flying dragon who stood just animal foot away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a decrepit full stop in his armor, knowing she hungered to know more.
"Great Huntress of the woods,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my Logos, my oath, that I will offer my liveliness up to you for you to complete your duty and roll up your purse. I will earmark you to remove my life, if you will but spend a few hours with me."
"flying dragon, I do not understand,"she said, looking sideways at him."Why should I believe you would do such a thing ? Why would you wish to ?"
The great beast slumped into the dust and let out an equally great sigh, which filled the way with warm and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the Son of a flying lizard worth anything anymore ?"he said with a groan."I propose this for selfish reasons, I assure you."He continued, chin resting in the soil."I am old. I am tired, and I have care of my own to equal the fears of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A cracking creature like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What fear could you not kill ?"
"Did you or your settlement of humans who hired you ever ask why it is I might hunt their stock, when I could feature delicious plot from the forest ? Did you ask why I would let you to get within a mile of my home without making clinker out of you ? Did you ask why I fly low, and sear the edges of their precious pale yellow which stole the forests from my estate without harming a bingle one of them ?"his voice rose in timber and in anger as he himself rose from the flooring. She humbly shook her psyche no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the the true of those reply might dispel your care. And above all else, human being must take in fears,"he shook his headland and his gaze grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these thing ? Why did you leave me to come here ?"
He looked straight at her, gilt eyes blinking liquid state in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the farsighted silence that followed, she began to shiver. In time, which they stood apart from, it had grown nighttime and chill. He gathered log in his claws like kindling and lit a great fire to warm her. She sat down, breathing rich, willing the fire to still the feelings that shuddered through her eubstance. Knowing that this knowing would change her forever.
He began to differentiate his narrative. He began by telling her his name, which in the language of dragon was almost painful to her spike. He graciously translated.
"You may find it easier, as human beings have before, to call me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her name, which he seemed to already know.
His account then began in earnest. His musical spokesperson rolling over her like a calming lunar time period, his natural language clicking and snapping as a peculiar punctuation of his tale. He cooked the rest of the Goat for her to eat, which she did with just a hint of grin at the irony of the meal. When she excused herself to tend to her knight and to alleviate herself, his heart froze in fear that she was escaping from him. For a moment he thought of taking her captive and flying to a removed island where he could give birth her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his heart and soul to do such a thing.
Christi came back hanker moments later, having traded her battle dress for a soft tunic of a dust-covered shade of rose. She was tall and firmly built, but not without the mild curves of a cleaning woman. He smiled, and she was more warm up by his gaze than by the rut of the fervency he kept constantly fed for her ease. She asked him to continue his tale, which he took up again with renewed ebullience, for she had returned having left her fear outside the cave. He poured her some wine, for tartar are known ( at least they were ) for their honey of unspoilt, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the meter when dragons were more plenteous and of many size of it. When they were known and loved by man, when man's imagination was more reliable, before the prison term of fearfulness blinded them. Many of his tale made her weep, but many made her smile and laugh, so that she lived his lifetime with him in that evening—or in many eventide. For it is not known how long she dwelled in the house of the dragon.
Draconus sadly recounted the history of the demise of the dragons, of how man had hunted them as a pursuit, as a test of strong point and bravery. He told her how many dragons had accepted Death from a solid, Edward Young knight in Hope that the goodness in that knight might radiate through when he rose to superpower. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his loneliness she found saddest of all. For he was one of the last of the Draco left on earth, and had not known the company of one of his kind since he was a youth.
"And being a juvenility, even a dragon youth,"he explained,"I was good of my own power, and my own knockout and Love for my self, that I did not see nor experience the power, peach and love all around me. That is, until I was left to do it alone. And while all that in this Creation I still value, and pass thanks for, I have always missed the sharing of that…of erotic love and of myself."
He lowered his optic and fought for control of his long-checked emotions. When he looked up, Christi had come to stick out near him. She was visibly awed and somewhat frightened by the effect of his size so near, but she was drawn forward by something far more powerful.
"Go ahead,"he said softly, coaxing."I will not bite, nor singe you, Little One."This meter she found the term endearing, and cautiously reached out her hired hand to affect his cheek.
The scales on his cheeks circled round in a coiling, growing heavy as they moved under his powerful jaw. She traced their path carefully, tenderly, delighting in the texture of his skin…in the electrical energy which jumped from the plates of changing colors to her fingertips and palms. Her smiling grew wide, and childlike as she moved her hired man beneath his jaw and stroked as she would a beloved kitten. He rewarded her with a low and musical dragon purr. She laughed out loud at the speech sound, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his with child body, looking and touching, and even daring a tickle under his wings.
"You are a trickster !"he accused, teasingly."You have touched a dragon before. This is no incertitude how you have defeated my brothers in the by !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his Brobdingnagian forked and spiked derriere."Tis not on-key,"she protested, feigning considerable trauma."You are my first. You must know this if what you say is true, 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 ambition come to kill you Lord flying lizard ? And isn't that exactly what you desired ?"she asked, coming up to his brass as his reflexion 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 aspiration often come to drink down me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, full of concern and deeper feelings for a creature with such a heart.
"I often dream of death,"Draconus said simply."I long for it."
"Why would you wish to die ?"she asked, but she knew already. She felt the free weight of his purdah, the depth of his personnel casualty of kindred and of the conjuration that was once his world.
"Yes, you understand,"he said, seeing that she in fact did."But, I too have fears like human being, 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 reverence it is not."
"What did you once know that now you are unsure of, dearest dragon ?"
"I did not used to fear death because I knew… I remembered… the shoes I had come from and the place to which I would refund. When there were others of us, we would portion splendid stories of this billet beyond the stars."
He waved his tail across the roof of the cave, and the John Rock vanished revealing the universe stretched across the Night sky. She shuddered at the vision, at his magic. He put his claw gently around her book binding 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 have sex if it exists. I cling to this living. I eat fat person goats. Because I fear I will end 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 finish to be there now ?"
"I am wise enough to jazz that fear makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to liberate myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his centre. She felt an unfamiliar sense of peace at being this open to him…of opening her centre and seeing his. This peace gave her a certainty she had never known as well, as though mysteries would bring out themselves most readily in this commonwealth. He tried to front away."beloved Draconus, you can not ask me to hump you, and then to not experience you. What else ? What do you try to cover ?"
"Perhaps I should not have chosen you to be the One. I needed a hunting watch of compassion, but you are much more."
"You chose me ?"she asked.
"In a way, yes. Remember, I allowed you to follow here and find oneself me sleeping."
"For what aim ?"she asked, and yet again caught glance of the truth floating in the air.
"There is another reason I fear for my soul."
"Tell me, for I will understand."
"I have not, in this long sprightliness, I have not really loved. Not as my psyche has cried out for me to do, as my heart has longed for me to. I fear by not doing so, I may hold given away my soul, I may have lost it. And then end will be final, and I will not come back to my true realm."
Christi was deeply and powerfully moved by this confession. Her ears heard her own verity spoken from scaled lips and the clicking tongue of this beautiful animal. Her tears fell freely from wet lashes and green middle. Her throat was tight with the emotion she held inside. Great shit escaped a life-long prison. He brought her up, level to his heart and held her gently against his chest. She leaned against him, her humble body spreading warmth through his expectant one. Her crying melting away the concern of his mind.
After a time, she quieted, and put her palm to his titty to palpate the pound of his huge heart.
"You will not recede your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your love as I have never felt erotic love before. Can you severalize me that what I feel is not there ?"
"It is there, Little One. What you feel is true."
"And can you not palpate my love for you. There is so much I feel my essence will abound,"she said, smiling warmly through her tears.
"Yes, yes…I feel it. Don't cry. I feel it. Although I do not know how you could hump the very affair you feared would destroy you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your first question that I would not vote out you. Even if I could…I could not,"she declared, searching for his eyes so he might see the truth in hers.
"But you must,"he stated strongly, avoiding her eyes and glancing up to the sweep of sky that still hung as the ceiling of his cave.
"I can not do what you ask,"she whispered, knowing but refusing to get a line what he desired of her.
He raise her up so she could not fly the coop his loving, pleading aspect."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 love, slaying it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not murder beloved. Now found, now realized, it will always be there for you, as I will…in your heart."
Still she shook violently in protest and beat on his breast she had before caressed. His heart filled with sorrow, but it could not replace the dear which had filled it earlier.
"What life could I offer you here on this dry land ?"he asked."What kind of biography for you to dwell in a cave with a beast such as I ? Don't you desire a man to know and children to bless your home ? What kind of happiness could I offer you ? My love would rob you of your life story, of your people. That is not my desire."
"Stop talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not worry about a life like that if having it means not having this love. I have no people ! Why do you consider I hunt Dragon instead of milking cows ? I have no one. I desire to be with you !"
"I can not deny that I desire to be with you, but you will uprise old and die in what is but a heartbeat 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 kill you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! killing yourself then. play the cave down upon us right now ! Set it a blaze and have us in firing. Do it ! You have more baron than I to end this,"she raged at him.
"Perhaps you are rectify,"Draconus said, to her surprise."But I can not cause my own death and still hope to return home. I would suffer done that yard of your years ago, would that have been possible. And I can not cause yours…not that way."
"What do you entail ?"Christi asked, her craze lessening.
"I swore an oath many, many days ago, not to ever subscribe a human lifespan. Doing so would sacrifice my birthright as well. I can not bring down the walls of this cave and stimulate your death…nor mine. There is only one way. You must pop me."
"Put me down."He did.
"I do not throw the courage 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 ?"
"Mankind is anything but complex, My Love. Your essence are well-heeled to see once you wade past the fear. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your pity. I've seen your honey for the world. I will allow, I longed for that beloved. But my only Bob Hope was that you'd find, in your heart, compassion enough to end my agony. This great dearest of yours is much to a greater extent than I could imagine. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not keep me from my lawful aim. 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 exact my own life than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these things ?"his interpreter heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not mean this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. Look into my heart if you really can. See that it is reliable. See that if I take my brand to you, I will then turn it on myself. If all I have left to parcel with you is that, I shall part your last,"she stood up and faced him, looking proud and resolved, and completely in love.
He looked, and saw, and took a wonky breath at the possibility before him.
"But you will do as I desire ?"he asked.
She nodded her head firmly.
"Why ?"his query was a whisper.
"Do you play with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you complimentary and fall in you the happiness I desire for you to find. I will because…I get laid you."
He put his head down to her human face, she embraced his cheek as his rim mouthed I love you as well, and a single teardrop fell to baptize her oral sex in that love.

After much time, clock time plenty for tears to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might look into his dandy golden optic."No, not yet. For you have not finished your task which will ensure your soul,"she said.
"What do you mean ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her finger baksheesh, then moved closer to follow the path with her brim."You have yet to finish sharing yourself with me, you have yet to know me, and to love me in all elbow room,"she murmured as her lips continued their journey. She heard his crisp intake of breath.
"Do you understand what you ask ?"he questioned, passionateness creeping into his quiet melodic tones."Do you truly want what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his face with buss and promises.
"Then there is another way to disembarrass me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to get together his eyes. Searching, hoping.
"There is another way for us to rest together for as long as you desire,"he said, a affectionate smile playing on his lips.
"Tell me then,"she commanded, her articulation growing Eskimo dog with her growing lust."I have told you, shown you what I desire. tell apart 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 ground, and you may not return,"he remarked gravely.
"My Dearest Draconus, I do not care ! I will last it to be with you. How can it be worse then taking the living of such a beautiful animate being whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will command me to use up such a life from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, K center looking up at him through long lashes,"that you could not take the lifespan of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of love,"he answered."There are exceptions, based on lovemaking. There are floor of firedrake who have so get laid humans, and have been forced to shoot the liveliness of these humans, at their own request, for love's sake. Much as you agreed to take mine."
She swallowed a taste of fear and bade him go forward with his explanation. He told her what he remembered of the position beyond the lead, and that their soulfulness would travel there together when they met after death. She would turn part of his region, and sacrifice cognition of her own."This may seem an easy thing, My Christi, but it will be painful to forget."
Still, she was determined that this was the honest, no the entirely way, and begged him to establish it find much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her love was strong and pure, and she knew it would exist through out time and space. Her enduringness rekindled his own courage, and her smile strengthened his desire to have her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their gist'desire to free their spirits. Christi, the Huntress, said she would let loose her horse, and paying back to stick with him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a awe that she would not come back. When the mo turned long, he began to despair. A cry of great pain collected in his dragon's throat, and tears made smoke of heated mother fucker. Then he looked up and she had returned, with flowers from the meadow for him.
"Do not doubt, My Love. I have made hope I will not be capable to keep. But this is a promise I made to my own soul as well as yours. It will not be broken,"she said, placing the flowers within his great nipper. Tears slid down his cheeks unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go outside just once more ? To fly and say good-bye ?"
"No, I fear I would mislay my firmness of purpose. I would see the smasher of this Earth, and I would not have the strength to choose you from it, nor to leave behind it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd take me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My Love, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his face down to hers. She tenderly kissed the eyelid of his eyes, and tasted the tears still pooled at their box. Her first gustatory sensation of him made her hungry for more than, as her candy kiss grew more bluff and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her geographic expedition which was both unacquainted and knowingly seductive at the same clock time. He marveled at her sometimes self-contradictory nature, the inter-play of specialty and vulnerability, of sapience and admiration. Smiling as she explored him with her tongue, her lips, her fingerbreadth, and secure hand, he knew it would truly be an dangerous undertaking to hump and be known by her, as she explored herself in exploring him.
The dragon grew restless in his climb desire, and gently but firmly placed her to abide in front man of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, twinkle and smoke coming from his anterior naris, steady, consuming regard never leaving her.
A moment of child-like concern washed across her face, and he thought she might convert her mind.
"Do you own the courage ?"he asked, voice rumbling deep in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to find the depression of her hot caresses.
In answer, her aspect changed to a smoldering glance of hope, and she began to undress for him. Soon she stood naked before him, meeting his gaze with some campaign, but with the courage he knew would be necessary to make the journeying. He moved his question in close and covered her in a breathing place of strong air to keep the chill from her diffuse figure. Then he inhaled deeply of her smell which stirred long-unfulfilled penury within his Draco's armour.
"Would that these claws could touch you as a lover should,"he said sadly, realizing the limitation to their rise warmth. He stretched out on his belly in strawman of her, and offered her a resting post within his palm. She welcomed the flavour of him against her skin, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with unattackable hands. He groaned at the burden such a pernicious apparent movement had on his thick fires.
"Tell me, what would you do if you could bear upon me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her event on him.
"I would not leave an inch of you unexplored, My Love. I would follow every lovely curve, and dip into every crevice, vestige each bone and origin of muscle, and con every crease of your flesh. I would ascertain you closely as I explored you, to see how each stop on my journeying made you squirm under my hands. I would spend a near bit of time on your backtalk, knowing fully those weapons which have branded me already,"he explained in a still, rasping Song of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his last comment, which made him smile.
"But I must admit, that I would perhaps most like to touch your titty. To have hands like yours to cup them in, to feel your tit harden in my decoration. To gently encircle them with a digit, to roughly seize them in my fist."As he explained his wishes, she began to bear on her breasts as he had described, looking at him to see the delight he derived from watching her. He continued with his intended route on her consistence, and she mapped his steps with a growing enthusiasm, as her own caresses aroused her.
"Then, when I was sure to have stirred you, I would not be able to contain back from dipping my hands down to find the well of your desire, to feel the wetness I had called forth from your depths."She eased her helping hand down between her second joint to find for him what he sought. He swallowed hard."Then,"he continued unsteadily,"I would propagate you open before me so that I could see where I might pleasure you. Your dewy petals surrounding your flower of ecstasy, or the profundity of you I so long to explore."She chose for him, and rubbed her digit slowly around her fold, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his laurel wreath. He had to check his external respiration or risk scorching her with the flak she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her orgasm."But I would greatly desire to tease you, to make your pleasure endure until you could not endure it any longer."He moved her script from between her wooden leg with his ovolo. She moaned in ill, still moving to her internal rhythms."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 fingerbreadth deep inside you,"he commanded."As I would, searching for the bosom of your deepness. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to meet her own assault. Draconus stifled the flying lizard bellowing that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's throat as she imagined her dragon 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 motivation. Again, he removed her hired hand. She complained loudly, to his slap-up entertainment and satisfaction."I promised you tone ending, did I not ?"he asked.
"Yes, but I thought…"He broke off her worry with a sly smiling and a movie of forked tongue on her neck. Her look of recognition nearly made him tramp with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with former methods to enjoy the pleasures we both desire."He leaned his top dog in skinny to her, and began his feasting along her neck. The dragon consumed her gross scents as he inhaled, and warmed her more as he exhaled. And so he continued to her breasts, 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 clench, wrapping his spit around her carpus and pulling her hired hand inside his mouth. She was limp form his warm and wet attentions, and offered no resistance. He stroked each finger with his tongue, swallowing the confidential information of her taste that clung to them, biting gently in hopes of finding More. Until they both could remain firm the teasing no more.
With a low growl, he dropped her hand from his rima oris and spread her wooden leg with his unloosen claw. Christi focused on him with wide-eyed anticipation, as his long and agile tongue approached its object. Her inhalation of breathing time steamed as when water hits hot coal, and she arched up longing for Thomas More and more. His tongue sent the heat of his desire, of his very being cryptic into her to mingle with her own. So that, very soon, as its branch conjuring trick wove in and out of her folds, it blurred his desire with hers.
But he had already learned her well. When she came near to breaking free, he would kibosh and sit back, rolling his spit back into his sassing, enjoying the taste perception of her there. waiting, savoring, until she begged him to complete his undertaking. Finally, he complied, massaging her deeply with hot moisture. Diving inside her, licking slowly back along the paries of her uterus. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was pleased and all the more provoke, as she arched and squirmed and begged him for the release he promised but withheld.
"Now !"he commanded, and he found the rhythm he knew pleased her almost. In a heartbeat she felt herself explode in a wave of pulsing which reverberated through her and into him, so that he himself thought he would not be able to hold. Christi called his name over and over, the auditory sensation bouncing off the walls of the cave and traveling into the stars he had hung above them. Her shout filling his ears as her sexual climax waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant exhaustion and his hot breathing space cloaked her, making her dependable in her nudity, secure in his embrace. He wondered if he himself would have the courage he had asked of her, but he was a Draco, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her unwavering breathing.
Christi awoke to find him deep in rest, stretched out across the cave. She slipped from his hand to research more leisurely this giant star wight she had come to love so a lot. Amazed that she could ascertain him so beautiful, amazed that one so dandy could possess such warmness and love, amazed at her longing to lay with him which stirred strongly within her.
Already, their connection was hard, and her rekindled passion woke his own. He let out an almost melodic growling from trench in his throat, and rolled over onto his backbone. He flicked his tongue teasingly at her, and was surprised when she clamored onto his abdomen and sat straddling him.
"Show mercifulness on me, Lord flying dragon,"she mock-pleaded."I can handle no Sir Thomas More of your glossa's sort attentions."He smiled, licking her face as a puppy would. She wiped away his affection with her palm tree, and lay down upon him, breast touching his delicate under exfoliation. Christi did not realize the affect this had on him. She was unaware how raw his seemingly baffling shell were, especially to her mite. She just wished to encompass him, to feel his substance beat near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A enceinte beat pounding in his chest, beating like a vast drum against her whole body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his warmth wherever their skin touched. She sat up so that this heat could take on 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 spark through his pelt, feeling her wetness Begin to drip."Speak not to me about mercy,"he said, dropping his head to the flat coat, and fighting for controller."When you do torture this misfortunate beast."
"My beloved, it is not my intention to excruciate you, but to bring you as many pleasures as I am able,"said Christi."I do believe you will possess to avail me, and separate me just what I might do."She looked behind her, down the length of his underside and then back to him questioningly, child-like seductress.
The firedrake laughed out loud, his altogether trunk quaking with the effort, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her wildcat, holding tightly with arms and ramification for fear his quaking would throw her to the flooring. He put a claw carefully across her to ease her reverence and keep her safe, as he tried to control his mirth.
"Little One,"he said, still chuckling."You are amusingly obvious, and so endearingly unaware."Christi indignantly struggled against his trade protection."Now, now,"he continued, rolling over and placing her on the trading floor as he sat fully upright in straw man of her."I don't mean to diss you, so cast off the obelisk 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 inconceivable to stand firm. And yet sometimes you have a child's way of asking for that desire to be sated, devoid, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not pleased with his notice, more because she recognized the pure truth in his Logos. She found herself feeling very naked in forepart of him, which she was, and she crossed her arms in forepart of her chest.
"Are you insensate ?"he asked, bending down to her and blowing the warmth of his ember over her. He put his hooter between her legs, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to brace her hands on his aspect to keep from falling. He breathed big heat, a different heat, between her thigh."I don't want your flack going out on me, not after feeling it sear through my hide,"he said, vocalism deep with intimacy. He cut off her attempts at further disceptation with more hot blasts from his nostrils. She made no movement to proceed, and soon no effort to argue.
"My Christi, are you certain of your desires ?"he asked."I will show up you what you desire, I will kick in all that I have promised, but you must be certain."
"I am,"she said, standing straight person and tall in front man of him, gently stroking his cheek. He rubbed his grimace up and down the duration of her, inhaling her, giving her courage, drawing from her his own.
"Then behold !"Draconus said, rising up to his full-of-the-moon acme, holding her firmly in one pincer, and unsheathing his flying lizard's dig with the other."You shall ingest what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt weak and consumed with passion at the same time. Her stemma pounded in her vena, her philia in her thorax, and her desire in her lumbus. Yet her mind could not fathom what her heart called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her mitt ached to advert him, and the dragon brought her to him.
His member stood erect, it's powerful contour outlined against the pallid scale leaf of his belly. Christi put both hands to his dig and felt the aliveness pounding through it. Draconus threw his headway back and moaned loudly into the cave, glint and green goddess coming unchecked from his nostril. The Huntress attacked her prey with solid, wearisome separatrix and hot, parch candy kiss. His moan encouraged her, and she began to move against him with her whole body, rubbing her wetness down his distance, branding him as her own. Her physical structure and individual cried out her need, and she mumbled his name into her kisses. The heat of her spit against him sent showers 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 continue. Still, he pushed her unaired to him, wrapping his chela around her and his shaft, and moving both of them up and down in a rhythm older than all dragons. He knew she was near to her brink, as he teetered on his own, barely capable to stay on in ascendance. He looked down and watched her ride him as he stroked, the sight nearly sending him over. Christi caught his eye and in that glance both knew it was time…the knowing was nearly all over. Still holding his gaze, she reached up to the tip of his shaft, to where a great drop of his cum slowly rolled towards her. She dipped her fingers in the molten liquid, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her knife, savoring the taste of him. He growled from deep in his paunch, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my passion, it is time,"he said with a Passion of Christ that stilled any fear in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, munition wrapped around his claws. He brought his groovy foreland down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her strong bod. Then he seized her gaze with his dragon's superpower, and with his love.
"aspect deeply into my eyes, Little One, for there starts the journey. restrain yourself there and I will do the rest,"his interpreter was layered with warmth and yet soothing like a lullaby."See your self there, standing on that threshold. see deeply down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will come to run into you there. I will take you beyond the champion, and beyond your dreams, to where your desires are sated, and we will love love !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his groovy organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with demand. Draconus moved his tool against her, slowly and then construction as his jabbing grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the powerfulness of their cacoethes, they called out words of dearest in the darkness and Light Within that exploded around them.
Finally, the great dragon, one of the end of the dragons, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will palpate no pain. I love you."Those were the last actor's line she heard as he impaled her with the strength of his dragon's honey.
As he had promised, Christi felt no infliction, she felt only the transport of the union as his shaft 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 seeded player. His blast blasted from his nostril, setting the cave ablaze, and tuning all the sensation of the sky dim by comparison.
In taking her life, he broke his vow, but taking it in dearest not only released him from his earthbound body, but returned him to his truest form. He found her there at the bound of the improbable corridor, shaped as the cat-eye school-age child of the dragon he had been. He felt her gaze kingdom on his soul, and he beckoned to her to interbreed over the limen and into the realm of love, where they embraced fully, without fear. Forever to exist beyond the stars, in a time and infinite where dragons still fly.

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Village Soothsayers were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in flame. The horse had returned to the settlement, and had been tracked back to the dragon's lair. Stirring the ash of the slap-up wildcat, and the bone of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the Soothsayers weaved a story of a slap-up sacrifice, and a greater love, which is always leisurely for humans to bed in a story than to know in their hearts. This tale was passed down and like most, lost among many other legends and myths of long ago. It is only remembered now by the few who have the imagination to get hold a dragon in the crease of a tree subdivision, and that love hiding in the depths of their spunk .