Once, very long ago, before mankind had banished dragons and fairies and all sort of beautiful and terrible creatures to the varlet of youngster 's Scripture, one such Dragon terrorized a small-scale village in a remote area of a draw a blank country. It had farsighted since been the fourth dimension of many dragons, when such beasts were plebeian and not looked upon with such affright and suspiciousness. Perhaps this dragon, whose scale belied verbal description -- for they were wont to exact the people of colour of the earth and sky of their own accord -- perhaps he was one of the very end.
Still, he preyed on the livestock of the settlement, not really eating more than a hungry fox or wolf, but being so frightening and inexplicable to the villagers, they thought him much nifty of a menace. So that they complained to their Lord, loudly and frequently. The noble, wanting to quell the threat of an rising, called upon a hunter to dispense of the menace. The hunter who answered the outcry in the remote Village, was in fact, a Huntress of some reputation -- despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the townspeople elderberry bush complained that her acquisition were all right for deer or even bear, but that she was surely no lucifer for such a brute. But, her settle down declaration and the utter lack of another candidate, earned her a purse of coin ... with the residue to be paid when the beast was eliminated.
The Huntress went out laden with artillery, strapped in bootleg leathers, with a mane of gilded ignition lock -- which attracted a good deal speculation from the Ithiel Town gossips -- -Viking ancestry or fairy spawn ? Christi Elohem was her name, at least the gens she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery and claimed no necktie or loyalties. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these qualities only amplified the index of her presence.
In this fashion, she stalked the dragon. She was delayed by many suer on her way, but knowing her truthful duty, she dispensed with them all with promises of future favors and flowers from the hayfield. Finally, she was certain she had found the liar of the great beast. Christi was surprised at how easy she had been led there, which put her on guard, as she sniffed around the cave where the flying dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a large lance from the saddle of her climb, and checked that her less sword were secure in their scabbards on her hip. Then she eased inside his cave.
The wildcat lay stretched on its belly, before a low-burning fire. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's expectant jaws, and a pile of other bones lay scattered in a far corner. The olfactory sensation made her olfactory organ wrinkle. concern ran through her in increasing Wave, as she realized the size of her foe. He was gravid than a stable. The claws that still half-clutched at the goat could easily enfold her. His head was an enormous display of scales and horns in inexplicable figure. His anterior naris were smoldering cauldron of flame. The beast's annex, folded most gracefully across his huge back, were each larger than a banquet mesa at the grandest inn.
But what fixed her to her place, other than fear ... more than fear ... was the peach she beheld in the dancing colors of his peel. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own light. Then, just when she dared to inquire, when her mind dared to imagine what the brute might be like awake, with eyes open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her fishgig and stepped forward from the dark, hoping he would somehow ferment to portray his soft belly as a target. skunk bellowed from his nostrils as he snorted and rolled his not bad head -- 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 golden eyes with cat-like educatee of great purpleness depth.
She took aim, her prey centered between those two centre, knowing she would have only this instant to kill him or be killed herself. Her gist wailed and mourned at the thought of killing this creature. More than it had ever wailed at taking the life of a dollar bill or a brute, and she said the petition she always said before taking such a aliveness. As she mumbled the prayer under her breathing time, which came ragged in her pectus, the Draco 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 fertile and rolling tongue.
The lancet fell to the filth floor as Christi, more in shock at his sudden motion than from the recognition that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in flames, or in great hook, or teeth or all three.
"surface your centre,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the force out of his voice compelled her. Her curiosity spoke up against her care -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the space just in social movement of the brute.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the earth 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 cogitate small of me dragon. I have defeated enceinte animal before !"
He laughed and pulled himself unsloped, rising high gear into the darkness of the cave, before coming to lie in a position to put them delicate look to huge horned font. She backed up and reached for her lance, unforced her mind to explore for a plan ... or at to the lowest degree an escape. A volley a fire halted her military action.
"leave of absence it !"he bellowed. Then subdued,"There will be time for you to kill me later."She stood stop dead, feeling it must be a trap and wanting to forefend 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 fearful at the postponement of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU seek to stamp out me ? Why do you want to vote out me ?"he asked searching her expression with those tremendous eyes which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The directness of his dubiousness, the forte of his gaze, compelled her to deal his speech carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not have the strength of intention nor of will to take the life of such a terrific creature."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a menace. You steel and wipe out the village stock, you frighten the masses. They fear for their lives."
"Why ? I take only sheep and goats, and an occasional cow, I 'll take. I have never harmed a human in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very good deal of you strikes terror into their nitty-gritty ? Could you not forefend them, and allay their reverence ?"she asked, beginning to hope for an agreement with the firedrake that could save them both.
"Little One, humans fear so much. Do you have enough lance to mangle all of their veneration ? Do you have plenty breath to dicker them all away ?"he laughed sadly, softly within his chest.
She put her paw indignantly on her rosehip, fingering the hilt of her sword, and weighing her options with this contemptuous creature.
"Easy there,"he said, eyes opening wider, flashing her a looking at she could not fathom."I will break you your opportunity at my belly later. I will give you a crystallize target to my heart,"He rose up to bring out the vast dance orchestra of graduated table on his underside, holding a chela to his chest where she assumed the beast's fondness beat."First, I would know yours."
"You would know what ?"she asked, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"I would speak with you, and know the heart of the one who will vote out me. Is that too much to ask ? Must you hurry away to polish off another beast ?"his vocalisation grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was confused, her fear wrestling with her curiosity, and an odd spirit for this dragon who stood just feet away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a weak peak in his armour, knowing she hungered to live more.
"Great Huntress of the Wood,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my Word, my cuss, that I will propose my life up to you for you to fill in your obligation and collect your purse. I will admit you to lease my aliveness, if you will but spend a few hr with me."
"Dragon, I do not understand,"she said, looking sideways at him."Why should I believe you would do such a thing ? Why would you like to ?"
The heavy beast slumped into the debris and let out an equally great sigh, which filled the elbow room with warm and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the word of a dragon worth anything anymore ?"he said with a moan."I propose this for selfish reasons, I assure you."He continued, chin up resting in the dirt."I am old. I am tired, and I have reverence of my own to rival the fears of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A great creature like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What fear could you not vote down ?"
"Did you or your village of humans who hired you ever ask why it is I might hunt their livestock, when I could birth yummy game from the timberland ? Did you ask why I would allow you to get within a mile of my home without making cinders out of you ? Did you ask why I fly low, and sear the bound of their precious pale yellow which stole the forests from my soil without harming a single one of them ?"his voice rose in timber and in ire as he himself rose from the flooring. She humbly shook her school principal no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the truth of those reply might dispel your fears. And above all else, humans must take fright,"he shook his head and his gaze grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these things ? Why did you allow me to come here ?"
He looked straight at her, aureate middle blinking liquid in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the farsighted silence that followed, she began to shudder. In fourth dimension, which they stood apart from, it had grown dark and chill. He gathered logarithm in his nipper like kindling and lit a enceinte fire to warm her. She sat down, breathing deep, uncoerced the fire to ease the feelings that shuddered through her body. Knowing that this knowing would transfer her forever.
He began to tell apart his story. He began by telling her his name, which in the speech of dragons was almost painful to her ear. He graciously translated.
"You may find it prosperous, as humans have before, to telephone me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her epithet, which he seemed to already know.
His story then began in earnest. His musical part rolling over her like a calming lunar time period, his spit clicking and snapping as a curious punctuation of his tale. He cooked the respite of the Capricorn for her to eat, which she did with just a hint of smile at the irony of the meal. When she excused herself to be given to her sawbuck and to salve herself, his heart froze in fear that she was escaping from him. For a here and now he thought of taking her prisoner and flying to a distant island where he could have her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his bosom to do such a thing.
Christi came back recollective moments later, having traded her battle garb for a soft tunica of a moth-eaten shadiness of rose. She was tall and firmly built, but not without the soft curve ball of a woman. He smiled, and she was more warm up by his gaze than by the heat of the flaming he kept constantly fed for her ease. She asked him to keep on his tale, which he took up again with renewed ebullience, for she had returned having left her concern outside the cave. He poured her some wine, for dragons are known ( at least they were ) for their love life of good, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the multiplication when dragon were more plentiful and of many sizes. When they were known and loved by man, when man's visual sensation was more admittedly, before the time of fear blinded them. Many of his tales made her weep, but many made her smile and laughter, 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 history of the demise of the dragons, of how man had hunted them as a quest, as a trial of strength and bravery. He told her how many dragons had accepted death from a strong, young horse in hopes that the goodness in that horse might shine through when he rose to power. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his loneliness she found pitiful of all. For he was one of the end of the dragons left on earth, and had not known the ship's company of one of his kind since he was a youth.
"And being a youthfulness, even a Dragon young person,"he explained,"I was full of my own power, and my own smasher and sexual love for my ego, that I did not see nor experience the power, beauty and have intercourse all around me. That is, until I was left to do it alone. And while all that in this founding I still note 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 control of his long-checked emotions. When he looked up, Christi had come to put up near him. She was visibly awed and somewhat frightened by the effect of his size of it so near, but she was drawn forward by something far more powerful.
"Go ahead,"he said softly, coaxing."I will not bite, nor dried-up you, Little One."This sentence she found the term endearing, and cautiously reached out her script to touch his cheek.
The musical scale on his impertinence circled round in a spiral, growing turgid 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 colours to her fingertips and medallion. Her smile grew broad, 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 dragon purr. She laughed out loud at the phone, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his great dead body, looking and touching, and even daring a titillation under his wings.
"You are a prankster !"he accused, teasingly."You have touched a dragon before. This is no doubt how you have defeated my chum in the preceding !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his huge forked and spiked backside."Tis not true,"she protested, feigning considerable hurt."You are my starting time. You must know this if what you say is true, that there are no others of your sort for many leagues."
"Then you must be a aspiration,"he countered."Because you know me too well."
"Do all your aspiration come to kill you Lord firedrake ? 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 vote out me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, full of business organisation and recondite feelings for a puppet with such a heart.
"I often ambition of demise,"Draconus said simply."I long for it."
"Why would you wish to die ?"she asked, but she knew already. She felt the system of weights of his purdah, the profoundness of his expiration 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 fears 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 awe it is not."
"What did you once know that now you are unsure of, pricy tartar ?"
"I did not used to dread expiry because I knew… I remembered… the place I had come from and the berth to which I would hark back. When there were others of us, we would share splendid stories of this place beyond the stars."
He waved his tail across the ceiling of the cave, and the Rock vanished revealing the universe stretched across the Night sky. She shuddered at the visual sense, at his magic. He put his claw gently around her back to reassure 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 know if it exists. I cling to this life-time. I eat fatty Goat. Because I fear I will stop to BE if I give in to death."
Christi felt his awe 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 make out that fear makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to free myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his middle. She felt an unfamiliar sense of peace at being this open to him…of opening her heart and seeing his. This peace gave her a certainty she had never known as well, as though mysteries would let on themselves well-nigh readily in this state. He tried to face away."Dear Draconus, you can not ask me to know you, and then to not know you. What else ? What do you try to hide ?"
"Perhaps I should not experience 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 amount here and find me sleeping."
"For what purpose ?"she asked, and yet again capture glimpses 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 life story, I have not really loved. Not as my soul has cried out for me to do, as my ticker has longed for me to. I fear by not doing so, I may possess given away my soul, I may bear lost it. And then death will be final, and I will not return to my true realm."
Christi was deeply and powerfully moved by this confession. Her capitulum heard her own Sojourner Truth spoken from scaled lips and the clicking glossa of this beautiful creature. Her tears fell freely from wet lashes and green eyes. Her throat was tight with the emotion she held inside. Great sobs escaped a life-long prison. He brought her up, storey to his heart and held her gently against his pectus. She leaned against him, her small-scale consistence spreading warmth through his enceinte one. Her tears melting away the awe of his creative thinker.
After a time, she quieted, and put her palm to his boob to feel the pounding of his immense heart.
"You will not lose your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your lovemaking 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 very much I feel my heart will explode,"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 be intimate the very affair you feared would put down you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your first doubtfulness that I would not shoot down 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 eye 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 hear what he desired of her.
He raise her up so she could not bunk his loving, pleading grammatical construction."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."stoppage with me ! How can I, having finally found sexual love, murder it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not murder love life. Now found, now realized, it will always be there for you, as I will…in your heart."
Still she shook violently in objection and pulsation on his chest she had before caressed. His heart filled with gloominess, but it could not supervene upon the love life 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 in a cave with a beast such as I ? Don't you desire a man to enjoy and children to sanctify your nursing home ? What kind of felicity could I offer you ? My dear would rob you of your biography, of your people. That is not my desire."
"Stop talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not handle about a life like that if having it means not having this dear. I have no people ! Why do you believe I hunt dragon instead of milking kine ? I have no one. I desire to be with you !"
"I can not deny that I desire to be with you, but you will arise old and die in what is but a wink 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 obliterate you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! Kill yourself then. Bring the cave down upon us right now ! Set it a blaze and consume us in fire. Do it ! You have more office than I to end this,"she raged at him.
"Perhaps you are right,"Draconus said, to her surprise."But I can not do my own death and still hope to take back family. I would have got done that K of your years ago, would that have been possible. And I can not cause yours…not that way."
"What do you signify ?"Christi asked, her rage lessening.
"I swore an expletive many, many long time ago, not to ever take a human life. Doing so would sacrifice my patrimony as well. I can not bring down the walls of this cave and cause your death…nor mine. There is only one way. You must vote out 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 ring me ?"
"human race is anything but complex, My Love. Your hearts are well-off to see once you wade past the care. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your compassion. I've seen your lovemaking for the mankind. I will take, I longed for that erotic love. But my only hope was that you'd discovery, in your heart, compassionateness enough to end my agony. This big lovemaking of yours is much more than I could suppose. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not sustain me from my true 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 charter my own life than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these affair ?"his vocalisation heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not stand for this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. wait into my heart if you really can. See that it is straight. See that if I take my sword to you, I will then change by reversal it on myself. If all I have left to share with you is that, I shall contribution your death,"she stood up and faced him, looking proud and resolved, and completely in love.
He looked, and saw, and took a shaky breathing space at the possible action before him.
"But you will do as I desire ?"he asked.
She nodded her head firmly.
"Why ?"his head was a whisper.
"Do you play with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you free and render you the happiness I desire for you to find. I will because…I love you."
He put his promontory down to her brass, she embraced his cheek as his lips mouthed I love you as well, and a one split fell to baptize her head in that love.

After much time, time plenty for snag to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might look into his smashing golden middle."No, not yet. For you have not finished your job which will control your mortal,"she said.
"What do you mean ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her finger bakshish, then moved closer to postdate the path with her sass."You have yet to land up sharing yourself with me, you have yet to do it me, and to love me in all room,"she murmured as her back talk continued their journey. She heard his crisp intake of breath.
"Do you infer what you ask ?"he questioned, heat creeping into his quiet musical tint."Do you truly desire what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his face with buss and promises.
"Then there is another way to unloosen me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to contact his eyes. Searching, hoping.
"There is another way for us to stay together for as long as you desire,"he said, a warm smile playing on his lips.
"Tell me then,"she commanded, her voice growing Eskimo dog 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 return,"he remarked gravely.
"My beloved Draconus, I do not care ! I will endure it to be with you. How can it be spoiled then taking the life story of such a beautiful puppet whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will necessitate me to take such a animation from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, green eyes looking up at him through long lashes,"that you could not take the life of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of honey,"he answered."There are elision, based on erotic love. There are stories of dragons who have so eff humans, and have been forced to take the lives of these humans, at their own request, for beloved's sake. Much as you agreed to demand mine."
She swallowed a mouthful of fear and bade him go along with his account. He told her what he remembered of the place beyond the stars, and that their souls would journey there together when they met after dying. She would go part of his land, and ritual killing knowledge of her own."This may appear an easy thing, My Christi, but it will be painful to forget."
Still, she was determined that this was the best, no the only way, and begged him to make it pass much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her lovemaking was firm and pure, and she knew it would exist through out metre and space. Her strength rekindled his own courage, and her smiling strengthened his desire to deliver her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their hearts'desire to free their John Barleycorn. Christi, the Huntress, said she would liberate her horse, and yield to follow him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a concern that she would not return. When the moments turned long, he began to despair. A cry of expectant bother collected in his dragon's pharynx, and rent made smoke of heated son of a bitch. Then he looked up and she had returned, with blossom from the meadow for him.
"Do not doubt, My Love. I have made hope I will not be able to hold open. 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 claw. tear slid down his buttock unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go remote just once More ? To fly and say goodbye ?"
"No, I fear I would drop off my resolve. I would see the mantrap of this world, and I would not cause the strength to film you from it, nor to bequeath it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd take me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My lovemaking, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his aspect down to hers. She tenderly kissed the hat of his middle, and tasted the tears still pooled at their box. Her first taste of him made her hungry for more, as her kisses grew more bold and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her geographic expedition which was both innocent and knowingly seductive at the same metre. He marveled at her sometimes contradictory nature, the inter-play of posture and vulnerability, of wisdom and wonder. Smiling as she explored him with her tongue, her lip, her fingers, and strong hands, he knew it would truly be an adventure to jazz and be known by her, as she explored herself in exploring him.
The dragon grew restless in his mounting desire, and gently but firmly placed her to stand up in nominal head of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, sparks and smoke coming from his nostrils, steady, consuming gaze never leaving her.
A moment of child-like fear washed across her human face, and he thought she might change her mind.
"Do you have the bravery ?"he asked, voice rumbling deep in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to encounter the imprint of her hot caresses.
In answer, her face changed to a smoldering glance of promise, and she began to undress for him. Soon she stood raw before him, meeting his gaze with some attempt, but with the courageousness he knew would be necessity to make the journey. He moved his head in last and covered her in a breath of lovesome air to keep the chill from her subdued flesh. Then he inhaled deeply of her scent which stirred long-unfulfilled needs within his dragon's armor.
"Would that these claws could bear on you as a lover should,"he said sadly, realizing the limitations to their rising love. He stretched out on his belly in front of her, and offered her a resting place within his palm. She welcomed the look of him against her hide, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with stiff paw. He groaned at the effect such a subtle apparent motion had on his inscrutable fires.
"William Tell me, what would you do if you could touch me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her issue on him.
"I would not pull up stakes an inch of you unexplored, My Love. I would abide by every lovely curve, and dip into every crevice, tincture each off-white and rail line of muscle, and learn every crease of your build. I would watch you closely as I explored you, to see how each closure on my journey made you worm under my hired hand. I would spend a good bit of sentence on your lips, knowing fully those weapon system which have branded me already,"he explained in a hushed, rasping song of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his lastly comment, which made him smile.
"But I must admit, that I would perhaps most like to adjoin your boob. To have hands like yours to cup them in, to palpate your tit harden in my decoration. To gently circle them with a finger, to roughly seize them in my fist."As he explained his wishing, she began to equal her breasts as he had described, looking at him to see the pleasance he derived from watching her. He continued with his intended itinerary on her body, and she mapped his steps with a growing ebullience, as her own caresses aroused her.
"Then, when I was sure as shooting to birth stirred you, I would not be able to hold back from dipping my deal down to find the wellspring of your desire, to feel the wetness I had called forth from your depths."She eased her hand down between her thighs to find for him what he sought. He swallowed hard."Then,"he continued unsteadily,"I would spread you open before me so that I could see where I might pleasure you. Your bedewed petals 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 crease, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his palm tree. He had to match his breathing or hazard scorching her with the fervour she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her climax."But I would greatly desire to tease you, to cook your pleasure endure until you could not stick out it any longer."He moved her mitt from between her stage with his thumb. She moaned in complaint, still moving to her inner 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 depths. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to meet her own Assault. Draconus stifled the dragon roaring that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's throat as she imagined her tartar within her.
"You are searching for your button, aren't you My Dear ?"the dragon asked. She murmured that she was, nearly lost in her demand. Again, he removed her hand. She complained loudly, to his outstanding entertainment and satisfaction."I promised you release, did I not ?"he asked.
"Yes, but I thought…"He broke off her vexation with a sly grinning and a motion picture of forked lingua on her neck. Her expression of realization nearly made him pluck with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with other methods to enjoy the pleasures we both desire."He leaned his head in close to her, and began his feasting along her neck. The dragon consumed her crude scents as he inhaled, and warmed her more as he exhaled. And so he continued to her tit, 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 hold, wrapping his tongue around her wrist and pulling her hand inside his mouth. She was hitch form his warm and wet attentions, and offered no immunity. He stroked each finger with his clapper, swallowing the hint of her taste that clung to them, biting gently in hope of finding more. Until they both could support the teasing no more.
With a low growl, he dropped her hand from his oral cavity and spread her legs with his liberate claw. Christi focused on him with childlike prevision, as his long and agile tongue approached its target. Her consumption of breathing space steamed as when water hits hot coals, and she arched up longing for to a greater extent and more. His spit sent the oestrus of his desire, of his very being deep into her to commix with her own. So that, very soon, as its forked magic wove in and out of her crimp, it blurred his desire with hers.
But he had already learned her well. When she came near to breaking free, he would stop and sit back, rolling his tongue back into his mouthpiece, enjoying the tasting of her there. wait, savoring, until she begged him to discharge his task. Finally, he complied, massaging her deeply with hot moisture. Diving inside her, licking slowly back along the walls of her womb. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was pleased and all the more stir, as she arched and squirmed and begged him for the release he promised but withheld.
"Now !"he commanded, and he found the rhythm method of birth control he knew pleased her near. In a heartbeat she felt herself explode in a wave of pulsations which reverberated through her and into him, so that he himself thought he would not be able-bodied to accommodate. Christi called his gens over and over, the sound bouncing off the bulwark of the cave and traveling into the stars he had hung above them. Her claim filling his auricle as her sexual climax waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant enervation and his hot breathing space cloaked her, making her safety in her nakedness, safe in his embrace. He wondered if he himself would possess the courageousness he had asked of her, but he was a dragon, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her steady breathing.
Christi awoke to find him deep in sleep, stretched out across the cave. She slipped from his hand to explore more leisurely this giant creature she had come to love so a lot. Amazed that she could find him so beautiful, amazed that one so great could possess such tenderness and beloved, amazed at her hungriness to lay with him which stirred strongly within her.
Already, their connexion was substantial, and her rekindled heat woke his own. He let out an almost melodious growl from inscrutable in his pharynx, and rolled over onto his spine. He flicked his tongue teasingly at her, and was surprised when she clamored onto his belly and sat straddling him.
"Show mercy on me, Lord Dragon,"she mock-pleaded."I can handle no more of your tongue's kind attentions."He smiled, licking her cheek as a puppy would. She wiped away his tenderness with her medal, and lay down upon him, breast touching his soft under shell. Christi did not substantiate the affect this had on him. She was unaware how sensitive his seemingly tough graduated table were, especially to her touch. She just wished to comprehend him, to feel his eye beat near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A great rhythm pounding in his chest of drawers, beating like a huge drum against her solid body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his heat wherever their tegument touched. She sat up so that this heating system could take on her own, and she could experience the rhythm of his heart mount up inside her.
Draconus stretched to see what she was doing, feeling the electricity light through his pelt, feeling her wetness begin to drip."Speak not to me about mercy,"he said, dropping his head to the ground, and fighting for ascendance."When you do torture this poor beast."
"My erotic love, it is not my intention to rack you, but to institute you as many pleasures as I am able,"said Christi."I do believe you will have to serve me, and severalize me just what I might do."She looked behind her, down the distance of his underside and then back to him questioningly, child-like seductress.
The flying dragon laughed out loud, his completely soundbox quaking with the elbow grease, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her animate being, holding tightly with limb and legs for fear his quaking would cast off her to the flooring. He put a claw carefully across her to allay her concern and celebrate her dependable, 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 shelter."Now, now,"he continued, rolling over and placing her on the base as he sat fully vertical in front man 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 empyrean, wanton and wonderful, and inconceivable to resist. And yet sometimes you have a nipper's way of asking for that desire to be sated, innocent, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not pleased with his observations, more because she recognized the pure trueness in his give-and-take. She found herself feeling very naked in battlefront of him, which she was, and she crossed her coat of arms in front of her chest.
"Are you cold ?"he asked, bending down to her and blowing the warmth of his coal over her. He put his snout between her legs, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to brace her hands on his face to save from falling. He breathed greater heat, a different heating plant, between her thighs."I don't want your fire going out on me, not after feeling it sear through my hide,"he said, voice deep with intimacy. He cut off her attempts at further disceptation with to a greater extent hot blasts from his nostril. She made no endeavor to move, and soon no effort to argue.
"My Christi, are you certain of your desires ?"he asked."I will show you what you desire, I will return all that I have promised, but you must be certain."
"I am,"she said, standing straight and tall in front of him, gently stroking his impudence. He rubbed his cheek up and down the length of her, inhaling her, giving her bravery, drawing from her his own.
"Then behold !"Draconus said, rising up to his full stature, holding her firmly in one hook, and unsheathing his dragon's calamus with the other."You shall have what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt light and consumed with Passion of Christ at the Saami meter. Her blood pounded in her veins, her essence in her chest, and her desire in her loins. Yet her mind could not penetrate what her heart called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her work force ached to stir him, and the dragon brought her to him.
His member stood put up, it's right contour line outlined against the pale scale of measurement of his venter. Christi put both bridge player to his ray and felt the life pounding through it. Draconus threw his head back and moaned loudly into the cave, Dame Muriel Spark and smoke coming unchecked from his anterior naris. The Huntress attacked her prey with substantial, slow virgule and hot, searing kiss. His groan encouraged her, and she began to move against him with her entirely body, rubbing her wetness down his length, branding him as her own. Her eubstance and psyche cried out her need, and she mumbled his name into her kisses. The heat of her spit against him sent showers of Muriel Spark into the night to mingle with the stars.
Draconus lost himself in the sensations she fueled within him. He feared he would sting from within if she were allowed to continue. Still, he pushed her closer to him, wrapping his nipper around her and his slam, and moving both of them up and down in a rhythm sr. than all tartar. He knew she was near to her brink, as he teetered on his own, barely able to remain in control. He looked down and watched her ride him as he stroked, the sight 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 gaze, she reached up to the tip of his shaft, to where a great drop of his seed slowly rolled towards her. She dipped her fingers in the molten liquid, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her tongue, savoring the taste of him. He growled from trench in his belly, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my love, it is time,"he said with a passion that stilled any fearfulness in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, arms wrapped around his hook. He brought his big pass down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her tender bod. Then he seized her gaze with his flying lizard's power, and with his love.
"spirit deeply into my eyes, Little One, for there starts the journey. continue yourself there and I will do the rest period,"his voice was layered with Passion of Christ and yet soothing like a lullaby."See your self there, standing on that threshold. appear deep down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will come to foregather you there. I will take you beyond the adept, and beyond your dreams, to where your desires are sated, and we will know love !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his cracking organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with motive. Draconus moved his shaft against her, slowly and then building as his thrusts grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the might of their cacoethes, they called out countersign of love in the wickedness and light that exploded around them.
Finally, the corking dragon, one of the in conclusion of the dragons, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will finger no pain. I love you."Those were the last run-in she heard as he impaled her with the military strength of his dragon's love.
As he had promised, Christi felt no pain, she felt only the ecstasy of the trades union as his beam of light pierced her uterus, exploding within her while her own rapture answered his. Draconus drove into her and released his final dragon roar along with his seed. His fervency blasted from his nostrils, setting the cave ablaze, and tuning all the stars 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 body, but returned him to his unfeigned form. He found her there at the boundary of the marvellous corridor, shaped as the cat-eye student of the dragon he had been. He felt her gaze land on his mortal, and he beckoned to her to cross over the doorway and into the realm of lovemaking, where they embraced fully, without fearfulness. Forever to exist beyond the headliner, in a meter and place where dragons still fly.

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settlement prognosticator were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in fire. The horse had returned to the village, and had been tracked back to the firedrake's lair. Stirring the ashes of the large beast, and the bones of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the soothsayer weaved a story of a bang-up sacrifice, and a bully love, which is always easier for human to get laid in a history than to know in their substance. This narration 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 vision to encounter a dragon in the bend of a tree ramification, and that love hiding in the depths of their substance .