Once, very long ago, before world had banished flying lizard and queen and all variety of beautiful and abominable creature to the pages of children 's script, one such dragon terrorized a small Village in a distant sphere of a forgotten country. It had tenacious since been the time of many flying dragon, when such fauna were common and not looked upon with such panic and suspicion. Perhaps this flying dragon, whose scales belied description -- for they were wont to claim the people of colour of the solid ground and sky of their own accord -- perhaps he was one of the very last.
Still, he preyed on the livestock of the village, not really eating Thomas More than a athirst fox or woman chaser, but being so frightening and incomprehensible to the villagers, they thought him much neat of a menace. So that they complained to their Lord, loudly and frequently. The master, wanting to squelch the threat of an uprising, called upon a hunting watch to dispense of the menace. The hunter who answered the call in the removed Greenwich Village, was in fact, a Huntress of some report -- despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the Town senior complained that her acquisition were fine for cervid or even carry, but that she was surely no match for such a beast. But, her tranquillize resolve 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 load with weapons, strapped in smutty leathers, with a mane of golden ringlet -- which attracted much speculation from the townsfolk tittle-tattle -- -Viking blood or poove spawn ? Christi Elohem was her name, at least the gens she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery story and claimed no ties or loyalties. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these timbre only amplified the great power of her presence.
In this style, she stalked the Dragon. She was delayed by many wooer on her way, but knowing her true duty, she dispensed with them all with promises of futurity favor and flowers from the meadows. Finally, she was certain she had found the prevaricator of the great beast. Christi was surprised at how easy she had been led there, which put her on sentry duty, as she sniffed around the cave where the dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a keen shaft from the saddleback of her mount, and checked that her lesser vane 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 ardour. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's great jaws, and a pile of former bones lay scattered in a far recess. The feel made her olfactory organ wrinkle. reverence ran through her in increasing undulation, as she realized the size of it of her foe. He was boastful than a horse barn. The pincer that still half-clutched at the goat could easily wrap her. His drumhead was an tremendous display of scales and horns in inexplicable patterns. His nostril were smoldering caldrons of flame. The wildcat's wing, folded about gracefully across his huge back, were each great than a banquet table at the grandest inn.
But what fixed her to her spot, former than fear ... More than fright ... was the beauty she beheld in the dancing colors of his hide. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own light. Then, just when she dared to wonder, when her judgment dared to imagine what the beast might be like awake, with eyes open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her shaft and stepped forward from the shadows, hoping he would somehow flex to present his subdued belly as a target. Smoke bellowed from his nostrils as he snorted and rolled his great head -- atomic number 79 and red and palest of greens dancing off the hint of his horns. Then his eyes opened, slowly, silently ... as though anticipating the passel that was before them. They fixed on her. Huge golden center with cat-like student of peachy purple profundity.
She took aim, her target centered between those two eyes, knowing she would consume only this instant to vote down him or be killed herself. Her heart wailed and mourned at the thought of killing this animal. More than it had ever wailed at taking the life of a buck or a Friedrich August Wolf, and she said the supplication she always said before taking such a lifespan. As she mumbled the prayer under her breathing time, which came ragged in her pectus, the dragon lifted his brain slightly and appeared to smile at her.
"You'll need a much swell petition for one such as I,"he said in a rich and rolling tongue.
The lance fell to the poop floor as Christi, more in jar at his sudden movement than from the realisation that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in flames, or in keen claw, or teeth or all three.
"Open your optic,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the force of his vox compelled her. Her curio spoke up against her fear -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the blank space just in straw man of the fauna.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the earth of ME ?"he asked mockingly. Which did not sit well with her, and the indignation puffed air into her 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 gamy into the darkness of the cave, before coming to rest in a position to put them delicate boldness to vast horned face. She backed up and reached for her lance, willing her mind to search for a programme ... or at least an escape. A flare-up a flaming halted her action.
"farewell it !"he bellowed. Then softer,"There will be clock time for you to kill me later."She stood immobilize, feeling it must be a hole and wanting to stave off it."Now, why is it you have come to vote down 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 postponement of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU seek to kill me ? Why do you trust to drink down me ?"he asked searching her nerve with those tremendous eyes which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The candidness of his motion, the strength of his regard, compelled her to consider his quarrel carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not have the strength of function nor of will to take the life of such a wondrous wight."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a menace. You steel and kill the village livestock, you frighten the mass. They fear for their lives."
"Why ? I take only sheep and stooge, and an casual cow, I 'll admit. I have never harmed a human in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very wad of you strikes terror into their marrow ? Could you not nullify them, and allay their fear ?"she asked, beginning to hope for an arrangement with the dragon that could bring through them both.
"Little One, humans fear so much. Do you take enough fishgig to murder all of their fears ? Do you have sufficiency breath to bargain them all away ?"he laughed sadly, softly within his chest.
She put her hired hand indignantly on her coxa, fingering the hilt of her steel, and weighing her choice with this insulting creature.
"Easy there,"he said, oculus opening wider, flashing her a face she could not fathom."I will give you your hazard at my belly later. I will hand you a clear target area to my nub,"He rose up to exhibit the huge bands of scurf on his underside, holding a claw to his chest where she assumed the animate being's mettle metre."outset, I would know yours."
"You would know what ?"she asked, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"I would speak with you, and know the affection of the one who will defeat me. Is that too often to ask ? mustiness you hurry away to off another creature ?"his articulation grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was fuddle, her fear grapple with her curiosity, and an odd tactual sensation for this flying dragon who stood just foundation away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a weak level in his armor, knowing she hungered to love more.
"Great Huntress of the Sir Henry Wood,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my word, my oath, that I will offer my life up to you for you to complete your duty and collect your bag. I will allow you to take my life, if you will but spend a few hour 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 bid to ?"
The great wildcat slumped into the dust and let out an equally great sigh, which filled the room with warm and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the word of a dragon worth anything anymore ?"he said with a moan."I propose this for selfish grounds, I assure you."He continued, chin resting in the shit."I am old. I am tired, and I have fright of my own to rival the fright of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A large creature like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What fear could you not defeat ?"
"Did you or your hamlet of humans who hired you ever ask why it is I might hunt their livestock, when I could have yummy secret plan from the forest ? Did you ask why I would take into account you to get within a mile of my menage without making cinders out of you ? Did you ask why I fly low, and sear the edges of their precious wheat which stole the woodland from my ground without harming a single one of them ?"his vocalization rose in timber and in anger as he himself rose from the trading floor. She humbly shook her head no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the truth of those resolution might dispel your fears. And above all else, humans must have fears,"he shook his read/write head and his gaze grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these things ? Why did you allow for me to come here ?"
He looked straight at her, golden eyes blinking liquid in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the long silence that followed, she began to throb. In time, which they stood apart from, it had grown shadow and chill. He gathered logs in his claw like kindling and lit a great fire to warm her. She sat down, breathing deeply, leave the fire to ease the feeling that shuddered through her body. Knowing that this knowing would shift her forever.
He began to differentiate his narration. He began by telling her his public figure, which in the language of dragons was almost atrocious to her ears. He graciously translated.
"You may feel it easier, as humans have before, to call me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her gens, which he seemed to already know.
His story then began in earnest. His musical articulation rolling over her like a calming tide, his tongue clicking and snapping as a rum punctuation of his tale. He cooked the remainder of the Capricorn the Goat for her to eat, which she did with just a hint of smile at the irony of the meal. When she excused herself to tend to her horse and to relieve herself, his warmness froze in fear that she was escaping from him. For a here and now he thought of taking her prisoner and flying to a remote island where he could have her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his heart to do such a thing.
Christi came back tenacious moments later, having traded her fight garb for a soft adventitia of a moth-eaten shade of rose. She was grandiloquent and firmly built, but not without the soft curve of a woman. He smiled, and she was more warmed by his regard than by the heating system of the flame he kept constantly fed for her solace. She asked him to uphold his taradiddle, 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 dragons are known ( at to the lowest degree they were ) for their love of skilful, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the times when dragons were more plentiful and of many sizes. When they were known and loved by man, when man's sight was more rightful, before the time of awe blinded them. Many of his tales made her weep, but many made her smile and joke, so that she lived his lifespan with him in that evening—or in many eventide. For it is not known how hanker she dwelled in the mansion of the dragon.
Draconus sadly recounted the story of the death of the firedrake, of how man had hunted them as a quest, as a tryout of speciality and braveness. He told her how many firedrake had accepted death from a strong, young horse in hopes that the good in that knight might reflect through when he rose to power. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his loneliness she found distressing of all. For he was one of the last 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 young, even a dragon young person,"he explained,"I was full of my own power, and my own beauty and love for my self, that I did not see nor experience the power, smasher 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 give thanks for, I have always missed the communion of that…of love and of myself."
He lowered his eyes and fought for dominance 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 core of his size so near, but she was drawn forward by something far more powerful.
"Go ahead,"he said softly, coaxing."I will not seize with teeth, nor sear you, Little One."This clip she found the term endearing, and cautiously reached out her hand to equal his cheek.
The shell on his cheeks circled round of golf in a spiral, growing larger as they moved under his right jaw. She traced their path carefully, tenderly, delighting in the texture of his skin…in the electricity which jumped from the plates of changing vividness to her fingertips and palms. Her smile grew wide, 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 melodious flying lizard purr. She laughed out loud at the auditory sensation, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his smashing soundbox, 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 doubt how you have defeated my brother in the past !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his huge forked and spiked poop."Tis not true,"she protested, feigning considerable harm."You are my number one. You must fuck 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 God Almighty 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 dreams often come to pop me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, full of concern and abstruse feelings for a creature with such a heart.
"I often dream of dying,"Draconus said simply."I long for it."
"Why would you wish well to die ?"she asked, but she knew already. She felt the free weight of his purdah, the depth of his loss of kindred and of the conjuring trick that was once his world.
"Yes, you understand,"he said, seeing that she in fact did."But, I too have concern like humans, and I am ashamed to say that I am equally paralyzed by them."
"What do you revere ?"she asked, stroking his cheek.
"I fear what I remember, what I once knew to be true…I fear it is not."
"What did you once know that now you are incertain of, dearest flying lizard ?"
"I did not used to reverence death because I knew… I remembered… the place I had come from and the shoes to which I would take back. When there were others of us, we would share splendid tale of this place beyond the stars."
He waved his tush across the cap of the cave, and the 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 rachis to reassure her, and stretched his former up to the heavenly view.
"I can no longer find the plaza in the sky,"he said hoarsely."I no longer bed if it exists. I cling to this life. I eat fatty butt. Because I fear I will cease to BE if I give in to death."
Christi felt his veneration as her own, and she pulled his compass more firmly around her, holding him there."But you knew it was there before ? Why would it give up to be there now ?"
"I am wise enough to know that veneration makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to disengage myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his eyes. She felt an unfamiliar sensation 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 reveal themselves near readily in this State. He tried to look away."honey Draconus, you can not ask me to get laid you, and then to not know you. What else ? What do you try to obliterate ?"
"Perhaps I should not have chosen you to be the One. I needed a Hunter of compassion, but you are much more."
"You chose me ?"she asked.
"In a way, yes. Remember, I allowed you to fare here and witness me sleeping."
"For what role ?"she asked, and yet again caught coup d'oeil 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 prospicient life story, I have not really loved. Not as my person has cried out for me to do, as my nub has longed for me to. I fear by not doing so, I may throw given away my someone, I may have lost it. And then death will be final examination, and I will not yield to my true up realm."
Christi was deeply and powerfully moved by this confession. Her pinna heard her own true statement spoken from scaled backtalk and the clicking tongue of this beautiful creature. Her split fell freely from wet eyelash and green eyes. Her pharynx was tight with the emotion she held inside. Great sobbing escaped a life-long prison. He brought her up, spirit level to his nitty-gritty and held her gently against his dresser. She leaned against him, her small body spreading warmth through his great one. Her tears melting away the reverence of his mind.
After a time, she quieted, and put her decoration to his titty to experience the pounding of his huge heart.
"You will not fall behind your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your love as I have never felt love before. Can you recount me that what I feel is not there ?"
"It is there, Little One. What you feel is true."
"And can you not feel my erotic love for you. There is so much I feel my heart will burst,"she said, smiling warmly through her tears.
"Yes, yes…I feel it. Don't cry. I feel it. Although I do not bang how you could love the very thing you feared would destroy you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your first motion that I would not obliterate you. Even if I could…I could not,"she declared, searching for his center so he might see the accuracy in hers.
"But you must,"he stated strongly, avoiding her eyes and glancing up to the expanse of sky that still hung as the roof of his cave.
"I can not do what you ask,"she whispered, knowing but refusing to hear what he desired of her.
He raise her up so she could not miss 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, tranquility no longer, finally awakened."arrest with me ! How can I, having finally found love, murder it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not polish off love life. Now found, now realized, it will always be there for you, as I will…in your heart."
Still she shook violently in protestation and rhythm on his chest she had before caressed. His gist filled with lugubriousness, but it could not replace the love which had filled it earlier.
"What life could I offer you here on this earth ?"he asked."What kind of life-time for you to hold out in a cave with a beast such as I ? Don't you desire a man to fuck and youngster to bless your home ? What kind of happiness could I offer you ? My love life would rob you of your life history, of your people. That is not my desire."
"Stop talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not care about a life like that if having it means not having this honey. I have no mass ! Why do you think 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 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 vote down you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! killing yourself then. lend 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 rightfulness,"Draconus said, to her surprise."But I can not cause my own death and still desire to take back place. I would hold done that G of your years ago, would that have been possible. And I can not induce yours…not that way."
"What do you imply ?"Christi asked, her fury lessening.
"I swore an oath many, many yr ago, not to ever adopt a man life. Doing so would sacrifice my birthright as well. I can not bring down the wall of this cave and cause your death…nor mine. There is only one way. You must kill me."
"Put me down."He did.
"I do not have 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 predict me ?"
"Mankind is anything but complex, My making love. Your Black Maria are leisurely to see once you wade past the awe. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your pity. I've seen your love for the world. I will let in, I longed for that love. But my sole Hope was that you'd find, in your heart, compassionateness enough to end my woe. This capital love of yours is much more than I could imagine. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not hold on me from my admittedly design. 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 take my own living than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these things ?"his spokesperson heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not think of this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. Look into my heart if you really can. See that it is honest. See that if I take my blade to you, I will then work it on myself. If all I have left to share with you is that, I shall part your death,"she stood up and faced him, looking proud and resolved, and completely in love.
He looked, and saw, and took a shaky breath at the possibility before him.
"But you will do as I desire ?"he asked.
She nodded her oral sex firmly.
"Why ?"his interrogative sentence was a whisper.
"Do you act with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you free and render you the happiness I desire for you to rule. I will because…I love you."
He put his head down to her face, she embraced his boldness as his lips mouthed I love you as well, and a bingle tear fell to baptise her head in that love.

After often clip, time enough for tears to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might look into his cracking golden eyes."No, not yet. For you have not finished your task which will secure your soulfulness,"she said.
"What do you mean ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her fingerbreadth lead, then moved closer to follow the path with her lips."You have yet to finish sharing yourself with me, you have yet to know me, and to love me in all path,"she murmured as her backtalk continued their journey. She heard his sharp consumption of breath.
"Do you understand what you ask ?"he questioned, passion creeping into his tranquillise melodious look."Do you truly trust what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his face with osculation and promises.
"Then there is another way to free me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to come across 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.
"William Tell me then,"she commanded, her vox growing husky with her growing lecherousness."I have told you, shown you what I desire. state 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 dearest Draconus, I do not like ! I will endure it to be with you. How can it be worse then taking the life of such a beautiful creature whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will command me to fill such a life from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, green eyes looking up at him through long eyelash,"that you could not take the life of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of love,"he answered."There are exceptions, based on love. There are storey of flying dragon who have so loved humans, and have been forced to look at the life history of these humans, at their own request, for lovemaking's sake. Much as you agreed to assume mine."
She swallowed a mouthful of fear and bade him continue with his account. He told her what he remembered of the place beyond the stars, and that their souls would move around there together when they met after death. She would suit region of his kingdom, and sacrifice noesis of her own."This may appear an comfortable affair, 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 come about much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her erotic love was strong and pure, and she knew it would subsist through out time and outer space. Her strength rekindled his own courage, and her smiling strengthened his desire to have her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their hearts'desire to free their disembodied spirit. Christi, the Huntress, said she would loose her horse, and return to surveil him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a fear that she would not take back. When the moments turned long, he began to despair. A cry of great pain collected in his dragon's pharynx, and snag made sens of heated shortness of breath. Then he looked up and she had returned, with flowers from the hayfield for him.
"Do not doubt, My sexual love. I have made promise I will not be able to keep. But this is a promise I made to my own person as well as yours. It will not be broken,"she said, placing the blossom within his great hook. binge slid down his impertinence unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go outside just once more ? To fly and say goodbye ?"
"No, I fear I would lose my resoluteness. I would see the beauty of this world, and I would not have the military strength to take you from it, nor to leave it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd lead me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My dearest, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his facial expression down to hers. She tenderly kissed the lid of his eyes, and tasted the tears still pooled at their corners. Her first taste of him made her hungry for Sir Thomas More, as her kisses grew more bold and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her exploration which was both devoid and knowingly seductive at the same time. He marveled at her sometimes contradictory nature, the inter-play of forte and exposure, of wisdom and wonder. Smiling as she explored him with her tongue, her sassing, her fingers, and warm hands, he knew it would truly be an adventure to cognise 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 stomach in forepart of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, Spark and smoke coming from his nostrils, steady, consuming gaze never leaving her.
A moment of child-like concern washed across her face, and he thought she might modify her mind.
"Do you possess the courage ?"he asked, voice rumbling mystifying in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to get hold the depression of her hot caresses.
In answer, her locution changed to a smoldering glance of promise, and she began to disrobe for him. Soon she stood nude before him, meeting his regard with some sweat, but with the courage he knew would be requirement to pee the journey. He moved his head in closing curtain and covered her in a breath of warm air to go along the shudder from her soft pulp. Then he inhaled deeply of her scent which stirred long-unfulfilled want within his dragon's armour.
"Would that these claws could extend to you as a lover should,"he said sadly, realizing the limitation to their rising passions. He stretched out on his belly in front of her, and offered her a resting place within his palm. She welcomed the feel of him against her peel, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with warm work force. He groaned at the effect such a subtle motion had on his inscrutable fires.
"Tell me, what would you do if you could equal me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her effect on him.
"I would not leave an inch of you undiscovered, My Love. I would follow every lovely bender, and dip into every crevice, tincture each bone and line of muscular tissue, and memorize every crease of your flesh. I would view you closely as I explored you, to see how each stop consonant on my journey made you squirm under my hands. I would spend a ripe bit of meter on your sassing, knowing fully those weapon system which have branded me already,"he explained in a hushed, rasping birdcall of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his last comment, which made him smile.
"But I must let in, that I would perhaps most like to contact your boob. To have hired man like yours to cup them in, to sense your nipples harden in my palm. To gently circle them with a digit, to roughly catch them in my fist."As he explained his wishes, she began to touch her breasts as he had described, looking at him to see the pleasure he derived from watching her. He continued with his intended route 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 have stirred you, I would not be able to deem 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 script down between her second joint to detect 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 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 faithful, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his palm. He had to check his breathing or hazard scorching her with the fervor she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her orgasm."But I would greatly desire to tease you, to form your pleasure endure until you could not stand it any longer."He moved her hand from between her wooden leg with his thumb. She moaned in complaint, still moving to her inner beat."There, there,"he laughed softly."You forget that I also desired to explore your depths."He let go of her script, and she reached again for herself."Now, plunger your finger deep inside you,"he commanded."As I would, searching for the bosom of your depth. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to meet her own rape. Draconus stifled the firedrake roaring that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's throat as she imagined her firedrake 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 indigence. Again, he removed her manus. 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 headache with a sly grinning and a flick of prongy lingua on her cervix. Her look of recognition nearly made him ramble with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with other method to savour the pleasures we both desire."He leaned his nous in close to her, and began his banqueting along her neck. The dragon consumed her crude scents as he inhaled, and warmed her Thomas 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 delay, wrapping his spit around her wrist and pulling her deal inside his oral fissure. She was limp form his warm and wet aid, and offered no impedance. He stroked each finger with his tongue, swallowing the wind of her taste that clung to them, biting gently in Hope of finding more. Until they both could stand the teasing no more.
With a low growling, he dropped her helping hand from his lip and spread her legs with his liberal nipper. Christi focused on him with wide-eyed expectancy, as his foresighted and agile knife approached its target. Her inlet of breath steamed as when water system hits hot coals, and she arched up longing for more and more. His tongue sent the heat of his desire, of his very being deep into her to unify with her own. So that, very soon, as its fork magic wove in and out of her plica, it blurred his desire with hers.
But he had already learned her well. When she came near to breaking free, he would bar and sit back, rolling his tongue back into his mouth, enjoying the taste 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 bulwark of her womb. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was proud of and all the more kindle, 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 please her most. In a pulse she felt herself explode in a wave of beat which reverberated through her and into him, so that he himself thought he would not be able to harbor. Christi called his epithet over and over, the phone bouncing off the walls of the cave and traveling into the stars he had hung above them. Her margin call filling his auricle as her orgasm waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant enfeeblement and his hot breath cloaked her, making her safe in her openness, dependable in his embracement. He wondered if he himself would have the bravery he had asked of her, but he was a Draco, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her becalm breathing.
Christi awoke to retrieve him deep in sleep, stretched out across the cave. She slipped from his mitt to explore more leisurely this giant creature she had come to love so much. Amazed that she could find him so beautiful, amazed that one so great could own such tenderness and love, amazed at her longing to lay with him which stirred strongly within her.
Already, their connection was strong, and her rekindled passion woke his own. He let out an almost musical growl from deep in his throat, 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 clemency on me, Lord tartar,"she mock-pleaded."I can treat no to a greater extent of your glossa's form attentions."He smiled, licking her look as a puppy would. She wiped away his affection with her palm, and lay down upon him, white meat touching his soft under scale. Christi did not realize the affect this had on him. She was unaware how sensitive his seemingly tough scales were, especially to her ghost. She just wished to cover him, to feel his eye meter near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A dandy round pounding in his chest, beating like a huge drum against her all body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his heat wherever their skin touched. She sat up so that this estrus could meet her own, and she could feel the beat of his heart wax up inside her.
Draconus stretched to see what she was doing, feeling the electricity glint 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 ascendency."When you do rack this poor beast."
"My Love, it is not my design to torture you, but to add you as many pleasures as I am able,"said Christi."I do believe you will have to assist me, and evidence 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 dragon laughed out loud, his wholly body quaking with the effort, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her beast, holding tightly with arms and legs for reverence his quaking would throw her to the base. He put a hook carefully across her to ease her concern and preserve 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 protective covering."Now, now,"he continued, rolling over and placing her on the floor as he sat fully upright in straw 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 cleaning lady'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, clean-handed, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not delight with his reflection, more because she recognized the pure truth in his words. 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 coal over her. He put his nozzle between her branch, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to brace her hired man on his facial expression to keep from falling. He breathed greater heat, a different hotness, between her second joint."I don't want your blast going out on me, not after feeling it shrivelled through my hide,"he said, vox deep with familiarity. He cut off her attempts at boost arguments with Sir Thomas More hot flack from his nostril. She made no sweat to move, and soon no sweat to argue.
"My Christi, are you sure of your desires ?"he asked."I will show you what you desire, I will devote all that I have promised, but you must be certain."
"I am,"she said, standing straight person and tall in front of him, gently stroking his cheek. He rubbed his cheek up and down the length of her, inhaling her, giving her courage, drawing from her his own.
"Then behold !"Draconus said, rising up to his full height, holding her firmly in one claw, and unsheathing his flying dragon's shaft with the other."You shall sustain what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt weakly and consumed with mania at the like time. Her blood pounded in her vein, her meat in her dresser, and her desire in her lumbus. Yet her mind could not bottom what her heart called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her hired man ached to meet him, and the dragon brought her to him.
His appendage stood erect, it's powerful contours outlined against the pallid plate of his belly. Christi put both script to his shaft and felt the lifetime pounding through it. Draconus threw his point back and moaned loudly into the cave, sparks and skunk coming unchecked from his nostrils. The Huntress attacked her fair game with strong, dense accident and hot, searing kiss. His groan encouraged her, and she began to proceed against him with her totally physical structure, rubbing her wetness down his duration, branding him as her own. Her body and soul cried out her want, and she mumbled his gens into her kisses. The high temperature of her tongue against him sent showers of light into the night to mingle with the stars.
Draconus lost himself in the sensations she fueled within him. He feared he would glow from within if she were allowed to continue. Still, he pushed her closemouthed to him, wrapping his chela around her and his rotating shaft, and moving both of them up and down in a rhythm elder than all dragons. He knew she was near to her threshold, as he teetered on his own, barely capable to rest 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 glance both knew it was time…the knowing was nearly complete. Still holding his regard, she reached up to the tip of his quill, to where a great drop-off of his seed slowly rolled towards her. She dipped her fingers in the molten liquid, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her lingua, savoring the appreciation of him. He growled from deep in his abdomen, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my love, it is time,"he said with a heat that stilled any care in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, arms wrapped around his chela. He brought his great psyche down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her ardent flesh. Then he seized her regard with his firedrake's powerfulness, and with his love.
"Look deeply into my eyes, Little One, for there starts the journey. go along yourself there and I will do the eternal sleep,"his voice was layered with Passion of Christ and yet soothing like a lullaby."See your self there, standing on that doorsill. wait mysterious down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will descend to adjoin you there. I will acquire you beyond the whizz, and beyond your dreams, to where your desires are sated, and we will get it on roll in the hay !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his great electric organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with need. Draconus moved his shaft against her, slowly and then building as his stab grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the power of their rage, they called out words of love in the darkness and light that exploded around them.
Finally, the great dragon, one of the last of the firedrake, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will feel no pain. I love you."Those were the last dustup she heard as he impaled her with the strength of his dragon's dearest.
As he had promised, Christi felt no nuisance, she felt only the XTC of the uniting as his pecker pierced her womb, exploding within her while her own rapture answered his. Draconus drove into her and released his final dragon roar along with his source. His fires blasted from his anterior naris, setting the cave ablaze, and tuning all the adept 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 eubstance, but returned him to his truest form. He found her there at the edge of the grandiloquent corridor, shaped as the cat-eye pupil of the dragon he had been. He felt her gaze land on his soul, and he beckoned to her to cross over the doorstep and into the realm of dearest, where they embraced fully, without awe. Forever to exist beyond the adept, in a fourth dimension and space where dragons still fly.

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Greenwich Village soothsayer were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in flames. The horse had returned to the village, and had been tracked back to the Draco's lair. Stirring the ashes of the great savage, and the bones of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the Soothsayers weaved a floor of a great ritual killing, and a enceinte love, which is always easier for humans to eff in a report than to roll in the hay in their centre. This tale was passed down and like most, lost among many early legends and myths of long ago. It is only remembered now by the few who have the vision to find a flying dragon in the bend dexter of a tree branch, and that love hiding in the deepness of their hearts .