Once, very long ago, before mankind had banished dragon and fairies and all form of beautiful and terrible puppet to the Page of children 's book of account, one such tartar terrorized a diminished village in a remote area of a blank out nation. It had retentive since been the time of many flying lizard, when such wolf were mutual and not looked upon with such terror and suspicion. Perhaps this dragon, whose graduated table belied description -- for they were wont to claim the gloss of the earth and sky of their own agreement -- perhaps he was one of the very lastly.
Still, he preyed on the farm animal of the village, not really eating more than a hungry fox or wildcat, but being so terrorization and incomprehensible to the villagers, they thought him practically greater of a menace. So that they complained to their Lord, loudly and frequently. The Maker, wanting to quell the threat of an uprising, called upon a hunter to dispense of the menace. The hunting watch who answered the call in the outback settlement, was in fact, a Huntress of some reputation -- despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the town elders complained that her skill were all right for cervid or even bear, but that she was surely no match for such a animate being. But, her lull resolve and the verbalise deficiency of another prospect, earned her a purse of coin ... with the remainder to be paid when the brute was eliminated.
The Huntress went out loaded with weapons, strapped in melanise leathers, with a head of hair of golden lock -- which attracted much speculation from the Ithiel Town chit-chat -- -Viking origin or sprite spawn ? Christi Elohem was her name, at least the name she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery and claimed no ties or trueness. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these qualities only amplified the power 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 tense favors and blossom from the meadows. Finally, she was certain she had found the liar of the great creature. Christi was surprised at how well-situated she had been led there, which put her on guard, as she sniffed around the cave where the dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a swell gig from the saddle of her mount, 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 fire. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's great jaws, and a pile of other os lay scattered in a far corner. The smell made her nose line. care ran through her in increasing waves, as she realized the sizing of her foe. He was grownup than a stable. The claws that still half-clutched at the caprine animal could easily enfold her. His head was an tremendous exhibit of scales and horns in inexplicable patterns. His nostrils were smoldering caldrons of flame. The beast's wings, folded most gracefully across his Brobdingnagian back, were each larger than a banquet table at the grandest inn.
But what fixed her to her blot, other than fear ... more than fear ... was the beauty she beheld in the dancing colouring of his tegument. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own igniter. Then, just when she dared to marvel, when her nous dared to conceive of what the beast might be like awake, with eyes open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her fizgig and stepped forward from the fantasm, hoping he would somehow turn to present his sonant belly as a objective. gage bellowed from his nostrils as he snorted and rolled his great head -- gold and red and palest of fleeceable dancing off the steer of his horns. Then his eyes opened, slowly, silently ... as though anticipating the plenty that was before them. They fixed on her. Huge halcyon heart with cat-like pupils of great royal astuteness.
She took aim, her target centered between those two eyes, knowing she would have only this moment to vote out him or be killed herself. Her heart wailed and mourned at the thought of killing this creature. more than than it had ever wailed at taking the life of a buck or a wildcat, and she said the orison she always said before taking such a life. As she mumbled the prayer under her breathing spell, which came ragged in her chest, the flying dragon lifted his pass slightly and appeared to smile at her.
"You'll need a much greater prayer for one such as I,"he said in a racy and rolling tongue.
The lance fell to the malicious gossip story as Christi, more in shock at his sudden movement than from the actualisation that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in fire, or in neat hook, or teeth or all three.
"open air your eyes,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the power of his vocalisation compelled her. Her oddity spoke up against her fear -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the space just in front of the beast.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the earthly concern of ME ?"he asked mockingly. Which did not sit well with her, and the outrage puffed air into her crestfallen courage.
"Yes, and I shall. Do not cogitate picayune of me flying lizard. I have defeated dandy beasts before !"
He laughed and pulled himself erect, rising high into the darkness of the cave, before coming to rest in a placement to put them delicate face to huge tusk face. She backed up and reached for her gig, will her psyche to search for a plan ... or at least an escape. A burst a flame halted her natural process.
"Leave it !"he bellowed. Then softer,"There will be time for you to kill me later."She stood frozen, feeling it must be a yap 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 timorous at the time lag of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU seek to kill me ? Why do you desire to vote out me ?"he asked searching her face with those marvelous eyes which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The directness of his question, the strength of his gaze, compelled her to consider his actor's line carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not have got the strength of propose nor of will to take the life of such a wondrous creature."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a menace. You steel and kill the village livestock, you frighten the multitude. They fear for their lives."
"Why ? I take only sheep and goats, and an occasional cow, I 'll admit. I have never harmed a human in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very ken of you strikes terror into their hearts ? Could you not obviate them, and ease their fear ?"she asked, beginning to hope for an agreement with the dragon that could economize them both.
"Little One, humans fear so much. Do you have decent lances to murder all of their fears ? Do you have enough breathing place to bargain 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 sword, and weighing her options with this insulting creature.
"Easy there,"he said, eyes opening wider, flashing her a tone she could not fathom."I will give you your fortune at my belly later. I will give you a clear target to my eye,"He rose up to queer the huge isthmus of scales on his underside, holding a pincer to his bureau where she assumed the beast's heart beat."First, I would have sex yours."
"You would know what ?"she asked, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"I would utter with you, and know the heart and soul of the one who will vote down me. Is that too much to ask ? must you hurry away to murder another brute ?"his voice grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was disconnected, her fear wrestling with her curiosity, and an odd tactile sensation for this flying lizard who stood just feet away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a weak point in his armor, knowing she hungered to know more.
"Great Huntress of the Wood,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my Son, my oath, that I will offer my life up to you for you to dispatch your responsibility and amass your bag. I will leave you to carry my life, 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 great savage slumped into the dust and let out an equally great sigh, which filled the room with warmly and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the Holy Scripture 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 dirt."I am old. I am tired, and I have fears of my own to rival the fright of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A great creature like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What fear could you not defeat ?"
"Did you or your village of man who hired you ever ask why it is I might hunt their livestock, when I could have delicious secret plan from the afforest ? 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 boundary of their precious wheat which stole the woodland from my kingdom without harming a exclusive one of them ?"his voice rose in timber and in anger as he himself rose from the storey. She humbly shook her head no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the truth of those solution might break up your awe. And above all else, humans must have fears,"he shook his foreland and his regard grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these things ? Why did you allow me to get along here ?"
He looked straight at her, aureate centre blinking liquid in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the farsighted secretiveness that followed, she began to shudder. In time, which they stood apart from, it had grown dark and pall. He gathered logs in his claws like kindling and lit a neat flaming to warm her. She sat down, breathing deep, willing the ardour to alleviate the feelings that shuddered through her consistence. Knowing that this knowing would commute her forever.
He began to tell his chronicle. He began by telling her his name, which in the voice communication of Dragon was almost painful to her spike. He graciously translated.
"You may find it comfortable, as humans have before, to call me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her gens, which he seemed to already know.
His tale then began in earnest. His musical comedy voice rolling over her like a calming tide, his tongue clicking and snapping as a peculiar punctuation of his tale. He cooked the sleep 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 incline to her gymnastic horse and to relieve herself, his heart froze in fear that she was escaping from him. For a moment he thought of taking her prisoner and flying to a remote control island where he could have her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his philia to do such a thing.
Christi came back farseeing bit later, having traded her struggle dress for a easy tunic of a dusty tone of rose. She was tall and firmly built, but not without the soft curvature of a woman. He smiled, and she was more warm up by his regard than by the heat of the ardour he kept constantly fed for her comfort. She asked him to remain 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 dragons are known ( at least they were ) for their sexual love of good, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the times when tartar were more plentiful and of many size. When they were known and loved by man, when man's imaginativeness was more confessedly, before the time of fear blinded them. Many of his fib made her weep, but many made her smile and joke, so that she lived his life with him in that evening—or in many even. For it is not known how long she dwelled in the menage of the dragon.
Draconus sadly recounted the chronicle of the death of the dragons, of how man had hunted them as a quest, as a run of intensity and courage. He told her how many dragons had accepted last from a hard, young knight in Bob Hope that the goodness in that knight might shine through when he rose to power. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his aloneness she found sorry of all. For he was one of the close of the dragons left on earth, and had not known the company of one of his kind since he was a youth.
"And being a youth, even a dragon youth,"he explained,"I was full of my own king, and my own beauty and Love for my self, that I did not see nor live the power, knockout and sleep with all around me. That is, until I was left to do it alone. And while all that in this origination I still value, and give thanks for, I have always missed the sharing of that…of love life and of myself."
He lowered his eye and fought for ascendance of his long-checked emotions. When he looked up, Christi had come to stand near him. She was visibly awe 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 sear you, Little One."This time she found the terminal figure endearing, and cautiously reached out her hand to pertain his cheek.
The scales on his face circled round in a volute, growing magnanimous as they moved under his knock-down jaw. She traced their course carefully, tenderly, delighting in the grain of his skin…in the electricity which jumped from the plates of changing colouring to her fingertips and decoration. Her smile grew wide, and childlike as she moved her script beneath his jaw and stroked as she would a darling kitten. He rewarded her with a low and musical Draco purr. She laughed out loud at the sound, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his great physical structure, looking and touching, and even daring a tickle under his wings.
"You are a prankster !"he accused, teasingly."You have touched a firedrake before. This is no dubiety how you have defeated my brothers in the by !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his huge forked and spiked quarter."Tis not reliable,"she protested, feigning considerable hurt."You are my first. You must sleep with this if what you say is genuine, that there are no others of your kind for many leagues."
"Then you must be a aspiration,"he countered."Because you know me too well."
"Do all your pipe dream come to toss off you lord Dragon ? 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 dreaming often come to vote out me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, wide of business organization and deeper feelings for a beast with such a heart.
"I often aspiration of death,"Draconus said simply."I long for it."
"Why would you like to die ?"she asked, but she knew already. She felt the weight of his solitude, the depth 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 fears like humans, 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 shy of, pricy dragon ?"
"I did not used to fear last because I knew… I remembered… the space I had come from and the place to which I would generate. When there were others of us, we would contribution splendid tarradiddle of this situation beyond the stars."
He waved his tail across the roof of the cave, and the rock vanished revealing the macrocosm stretched across the night sky. She shuddered at the vision, at his conjuring trick. He put his hook gently around her dorsum to reassure her, and stretched his other up to the heavenly view.
"I can no longer feel the place in the sky,"he said hoarsely."I no longer know if it exists. I cling to this life. I eat fatty caprine animal. Because I fear I will cease to BE if I give in to death."
Christi felt his fearfulness 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 lay off to be there now ?"
"I am wise enough to screw that awe makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to unfreeze myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his optic. She felt an unfamiliar sense of serenity 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 closed book would expose themselves virtually readily in this state. He tried to look away."beloved Draconus, you can not ask me to know you, and then to not recognize you. What else ? What do you try to hide ?"
"Perhaps I should not deliver chosen you to be the One. I needed a Orion of pity, but you are very much more."
"You chose me ?"she asked.
"In a way, yes. Remember, I allowed you to derive here and witness me sleeping."
"For what purpose ?"she asked, and yet again entrance glimpse 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 aliveness, 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 have given away my soul, I may induce lost it. And then death will be final examination, and I will not return to my true realm."
Christi was deeply and powerfully moved by this confession. Her ears heard her own accuracy spoken from scaled sass and the clicking tongue of this beautiful animate being. Her bust fell freely from wet lashes and green eye. Her throat was tight with the emotion she held inside. Great motherfucker escaped a life-long prison house. He brought her up, point to his heart and held her gently against his chest. She leaned against him, her pocket-size soundbox spreading warmth through his great one. Her tears melting away the concern of his mind.
After a time, she quieted, and put her palm tree to his breast to feel the pounding of his Brobdingnagian heart.
"You will not lose your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your love as I have never felt love before. Can you say 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 affection will burst,"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 love the very affair you feared would destruct you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your first-class honours degree inquiry that I would not defeat you. Even if I could…I could not,"she declared, searching for his middle so he might see the truth in hers.
"But you must,"he stated strongly, avoiding her oculus and glancing up to the expanse of sky that still hung as the cap 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 scat his loving, pleading expression."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, execution it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not mangle love. 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 chest she had before caressed. His heart filled with unhappiness, but it could not supercede the love which had filled it earlier.
"What life could I offer you here on this earth ?"he asked."What kind of living for you to live in a cave with a wildcat such as I ? Don't you desire a man to love and nestling to bless your home ? What kind of happiness could I offer you ? My dearest would rob you of your life, of your people. That is not my desire."
"halt talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not deal about a life like that if having it means not having this love. I have no people ! Why do you mean I hunt dragons instead of milking cow ? I have no one. I desire to be with you !"
"I can not deny that I desire to be with you, but you will rise 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 vote out you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! killing yourself then. bestow the cave down upon us right now ! Set it a blazing and consume us in fire. Do it ! You have Sir Thomas More ability than I to end this,"she raged at him.
"Perhaps you are ripe,"Draconus said, to her surprise."But I can not stimulate my own death and still hope to regress rest home. I would feature done that thou of your age ago, would that have been possible. And I can not cause yours…not that way."
"What do you entail ?"Christi asked, her furore lessening.
"I swore an swearword many, many year ago, not to ever strike a human aliveness. Doing so would sacrifice my birthright as well. I can not bring down the walls 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 braveness 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 composite, My Love. Your centre are easy to see once you wade past the fear. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your compassion. I've seen your lovemaking for the world. I will include, I longed for that dear. But my only hope was that you'd find, in your philia, pity enough to end my suffering. This groovy beloved of yours is much more than I could imagine. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not keep me from my unfeigned purpose. This chance will likely not come along again."
"How can you be so hard ? How can you ask of me what you do ? I would rather occupy my own life than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these thing ?"his phonation heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not mean this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. attend into my substance if you really can. See that it is dependable. See that if I take my sword to you, I will then bend it on myself. If all I have left to plowshare with you is that, I shall percentage your death,"she stood up and faced him, looking proud and resolved, and completely in love.
He looked, and saw, and took a wobbly breath at the possibleness before him.
"But you will do as I desire ?"he asked.
She nodded her pass firmly.
"Why ?"his doubtfulness was a whisper.
"Do you play with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you liberate and move over you the happiness I desire for you to obtain. I will because…I love you."
He put his headspring down to her fount, she embraced his cheek as his lips mouthed I love you as well, and a single tear fell to baptize her promontory in that love.

After much time, time plenty for tears to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might count into his great prosperous oculus."No, not yet. For you have not finished your task which will reassure your soul,"she said.
"What do you mean ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her finger tips, then moved closer to follow the route with her lips."You have yet to fetch up sharing yourself with me, you have yet to know me, and to love me in all ways,"she murmured as her sassing continued their journey. She heard his piercing consumption of breath.
"Do you understand what you ask ?"he questioned, passion creeping into his quiet musical feeling."Do you truly desire what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his font with kisses and promises.
"Then there is another way to free me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to meet his heart. Searching, hoping.
"There is another way for us to remain together for as long as you desire,"he said, a affectionate grinning playing on his lips.
"Tell me then,"she commanded, her phonation growing husky with her growing lecherousness."I have told you, shown you what I desire. severalize 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 deal ! I will endure it to be with you. How can it be worse then taking the biography of such a beautiful creature whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will ask me to aim such a living from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, green eyes looking up at him through long lashes,"that you could not ask the life-time of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of dear,"he answered."There are exceptions, based on lovemaking. There are report of dragons who have so eff humankind, and have been forced to require the life history of these human beings, at their own request, for making love's sake. Much as you agreed to take mine."
She swallowed a taste of fear and bade him continue with his explanation. He told her what he remembered of the stead beyond the wiz, and that their psyche would go there together when they met after decease. She would become part of his realm, and sacrifice knowledge of her own."This may seem an easy thing, My Christi, but it will be terrible to forget."
Still, she was determined that this was the best, no the only way, and begged him to build it go on much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her dearest was strong and pure, and she knew it would be through out fourth dimension and blank. Her persuasiveness rekindled his own bravery, and her smile strengthened his desire to stimulate her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their spirit'desire to dislodge their spirits. Christi, the Huntress, said she would unloose her horse, and return to follow him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a fear that she would not retort. When the minute turned long, he began to despair. A cry of nifty pain collected in his dragon's throat, and tears made gage of heated asshole. Then he looked up and she had returned, with flowers from the hayfield for him.
"Do not doubt, My Love. I have made promises 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 capital hook. rip slid down his impudence unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go outside just once Sir Thomas More ? To fly and say goodbye ?"
"No, I fear I would fall back my resolve. I would see the smasher of this man, and I would not have the strength to take you from it, nor to go away it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd take me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My beloved, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his aspect down to hers. She tenderly kissed the lids of his eyes, and tasted the tears still pooled at their box. Her 1st appreciation of him made her hungry for more, as her kisses grew more boldface and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her exploration which was both barren and knowingly seductive at the like time. He marveled at her sometimes contradictory nature, the inter-play of strength and vulnerability, of sapience and curiosity. Smiling as she explored him with her tongue, her lips, her fingers, and strong hands, he knew it would truly be an adventure to be intimate 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 in battlefront of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, light and smoke coming from his nostrils, steady, consuming gaze never leaving her.
A moment of child-like fear washed across her case, and he thought she might change her mind.
"Do you possess the courage ?"he asked, voice rumbling bass in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to determine the imprint of her hot caresses.
In solution, her expression changed to a smoldering coup d'oeil of promise, and she began to undress for him. Soon she stood bare before him, meeting his regard with some sweat, but with the courageousness he knew would be necessary to construct the journey. He moved his head in close and covered her in a hint of warm air to go along the quiver from her subdued flesh. Then he inhaled deeply of her scent which stirred long-unfulfilled needs within his firedrake's armor.
"Would that these claws could touch on you as a lover should,"he said sadly, realizing the limit to their rising heat. He stretched out on his belly in strawman of her, and offered her a resting place within his palm. She welcomed the smell of him against her peel, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with strong hired man. He groaned at the effect such a subtle question had on his deepest fires.
"Tell me, what would you do if you could touch me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her effect on him.
"I would not go away an in of you unexplored, My Love. I would keep an eye on every lovely curve, and dip into every crevice, trace each bone and line of musculus, and memorize every crease of your flesh. I would watch you closely as I explored you, to see how each full stop on my journey made you wriggle under my hands. I would spend a right bit of prison term on your sass, knowing fully those weapons which have branded me already,"he explained in a hushed, rasping song of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his last commentary, which made him smile.
"But I must intromit, that I would perhaps most like to bear upon your breasts. To have work force like yours to cup them in, to feel your teat harden in my palm tree. To gently circulate them with a finger's breadth, to roughly grab them in my fist."As he explained his want, she began to touch her tit 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 to have stirred you, I would not be able to reserve back from dipping my men down to retrieve the well of your desire, to experience the wetness I had called forth from your depths."She eased her helping hand down between her thighs to regain 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 dewy petal surrounding your flower of XTC, or the depths of you I so long to explore."She chose for him, and rubbed her fingerbreadth slowly around her sheepcote, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his palm tree. He had to check his breathing or risk scorching her with the ardor she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her climax."But I would greatly desire to tease apart you, to constitute your pleasure endure until you could not endure it any longer."He moved her manus from between her legs with his thumb. She moaned in ailment, still moving to her internal rhythm."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 embrace of your depths. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to fulfil her own Assault. Draconus stifled the dragon roar that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's throat as she imagined her flying dragon within her.
"You are searching for your release, aren't you My Dear ?"the flying lizard asked. She murmured that she was, nearly lost in her pauperism. Again, he removed her hand. She complained loudly, to his great amusement and satisfaction."I promised you spillage, did I not ?"he asked.
"Yes, but I thought…"He broke off her worry with a sly grin and a moving picture of fork-like spit on her neck. Her look of actualization nearly made him roll with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with other methods to revel the joy we both desire."He leaned his heading in close to her, and began his banqueting along her neck. The dragon consumed her earthy scents as he inhaled, and warmed her more than 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 handgrip, wrapping his spit around her wrist and pulling her mitt inside his mouth. She was limp form his warm and wet attentions, and offered no resistance. He stroked each finger's breadth with his tongue, swallowing the mite of her taste that clung to them, biting gently in hopes of finding more. Until they both could stand the teasing no more.
With a low growling, he dropped her handwriting from his lip and spread her legs with his free claw. Christi focused on him with dewy-eyed anticipation, as his long and agile natural language approached its fair game. Her intake of breathing space steamed as when water hits hot coals, and she arched up longing for Sir Thomas More and more. His spit sent the estrus 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 fountainhead. When she came near to breaking free, he would block up and sit back, rolling his tongue back into his mouth, enjoying the preference of her there. Waiting, savoring, until she begged him to complete his task. Finally, he complied, massaging her deeply with hot moisture. Diving inside her, licking slowly back along the rampart of her womb. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was delight and all the more excited, as she arched and squirmed and begged him for the handout he promised but withheld.
"Now !"he commanded, and he found the regular recurrence he knew pleased her nigh. 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 to carry. Christi called his name over and over, the sound bouncing off the bulwark of the cave and traveling into the star topology he had hung above them. Her call filling his ears as her climax waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant exhaustion and his hot intimation cloaked her, making her safe in her nakedness, safety in his embracement. He wondered if he himself would feature the courage he had asked of her, but he was a flying dragon, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her steady breathing.
Christi awoke to obtain 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 do it so often. Amazed that she could ascertain him so beautiful, amazed that one so great could own such fondness and love life, amazed at her hungriness to lay with him which stirred strongly within her.
Already, their connection was solid, and her rekindled passion woke his own. He let out an almost musical growling from trench in his throat, and rolled over onto his back. He flicked his lingua teasingly at her, and was surprised when she clamored onto his paunch and sat straddling him.
"Show mercy on me, Lord Dragon,"she mock-pleaded."I can handle no to a greater extent of your tongue's variety attentions."He smiled, licking her face as a pup would. She wiped away his affectionateness with her palm, and lay down upon him, tit touching his soft under scurf. Christi did not realize the affect this had on him. She was unaware how sensitive his seemingly tough scales were, especially to her touch. She just wished to embrace him, to feel his center round near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A great beat pounding in his dresser, beating like a immense drum against her whole body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his heat wherever their skin touched. She sat up so that this heat could meet her own, and she could feel the beat of his heart rise up up inside her.
Draconus stretched to see what she was doing, feeling the electricity spark through his hide, feeling her wetness begin to drip."Speak not to me about mercy,"he said, dropping his point to the ground, and fighting for control."When you do torture this hapless beast."
"My Love, it is not my intention to torture you, but to bring in you as many pleasance as I am capable,"said Christi."I do believe you will sustain to help me, and tell me just what I might do."She looked behind her, down the length of his undersurface and then back to him questioningly, child-like seductress.
The dragon laughed out loud, his hale body quaking with the effort, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her beast, holding tightly with subdivision and pegleg for fear his quaking would throw her to the trading floor. He put a hook carefully across her to still her fear and preserve 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 protection."Now, now,"he continued, rolling over and placing her on the trading floor as he sat fully erect in front line of her."I don't mean value to diss 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 woman's desire as big as all the sphere, wanton and wonderful, and impossible to resist. And yet sometimes you have a child's way of asking for that desire to be sated, innocuous, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not pleased with his observations, more because she recognized the pure truth in his Scripture. 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 warmth of his embers over her. He put his snout between her wooden leg, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to brace her manus on his face to keep on from falling. He breathed greater heat, a different heating plant, between her thigh."I don't want your fire going out on me, not after feeling it sear through my fell,"he said, voice deep with involvement. He cut off her attempts at foster disceptation with More hot blasts from his nostrils. She made no drive to move, and soon no effort to argue.
"My Christi, are you sure of your desires ?"he asked."I will show you what you desire, I will consecrate 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 cheek. He rubbed his nerve 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 full elevation, holding her firmly in one nipper, and unsheathing his dragon's light beam with the former."You shall have what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt weak and consumed with heat at the Lapplander time. Her origin pounded in her mineral vein, her nitty-gritty in her dresser, and her desire in her lumbus. Yet her creative thinker could not fathom what her heart called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her hands ached to pertain him, and the dragon brought her to him.
His penis stood upright, it's sinewy contour outlined against the pale musical scale of his belly. Christi put both helping hand to his shaft and felt the life pounding through it. Draconus threw his head word back and moaned loudly into the cave, sparks and grass coming unchecked from his anterior naris. The Huntress attacked her prey with unattackable, slack strokes and hot, searing kisses. His moan encouraged her, and she began to move against him with her solid body, rubbing her wetness down his length, branding him as her own. Her dead body and someone cried out her need, and she mumbled his name into her kisses. The heat of her tongue against him sent exhibitor of electric discharge into the dark to mingle with the stars.
Draconus lost himself in the sensory faculty she fueled within him. He feared he would burn from within if she were allowed to continue. Still, he pushed her closemouthed to him, wrapping his claw around her and his ray, and moving both of them up and down in a beat older than all Draco. He knew she was near to her threshold, as he teetered on his own, barely able to remain in command. 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 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 digit in the molten liquid, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her tongue, savoring the mouthful of him. He growled from deep in his belly, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my love, it is sentence,"he said with a rage that stilled any fear in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, arms wrapped around his claws. He brought his groovy head down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her warm 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. celebrate yourself there and I will do the rest,"his part was layered with passions and yet soothing like a berceuse."See your self there, standing on that threshold. bet late down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will come to meet you there. I will carry you beyond the ace, and beyond your dreams, to where your desires are sated, and we will make love lie with !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his keen organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with need. Draconus moved his barb against her, slowly and then construction as his thrusts grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the major power of their Passion, they called out Logos of lovemaking in the swarthiness and light that exploded around them.
Finally, the enceinte dragon, one of the stopping point of the dragon, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will find no painfulness. I love you."Those were the last dustup she heard as he impaled her with the military posture of his dragon's making love.
As he had promised, Christi felt no pain, she felt only the X of the jointure as his shaft pierced her womb, exploding within her while her own exaltation answered his. Draconus drove into her and released his final dragon holloa along with his seed. His fires 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 organic structure, but returned him to his truest form. He found her there at the edge of the marvellous corridor, shaped as the cat-eye pupil of the dragon he had been. He felt her regard landed estate on his mortal, and he beckoned to her to sweep over the limen and into the realm of love, where they embraced fully, without fear. Forever to exist beyond the stars, in a clock time and space where dragons still fly.

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Village prognosticator were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in flaming. The horse had returned to the village, and had been tracked back to the dragon's lair. Stirring the ashes of the great brute, and the bone of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the forecaster weaved a taradiddle of a swell forfeiture, and a bully beloved, which is always light for humans to know in a level than to know in their nub. This narration was passed down and like well-nigh, lost among many early legends and myths of long ago. It is only remembered now by the few who have the vision to recover a flying lizard in the bend of a tree limb, and that love hiding in the depths of their eye .