Once, very long ago, before humans had banished dragons and fairies and all sort of beautiful and terrible puppet to the Sir Frederick Handley Page of children 's books, one such Draco terrorized a small village in a remote surface area of a block rural area. It had long since been the time of many dragons, when such beasts were vulgar and not looked upon with such affright and hunch. Perhaps this dragon, whose scales belied description -- for they were habit to arrogate the colors of the globe and sky of their own accord -- perhaps he was one of the very last.
Still, he preyed on the stock of the village, not really eating more than a hungry fox or wolf, but being so affright and inexplicable to the villagers, they thought him a lot greater of a menace. So that they complained to their nobleman, loudly and frequently. The lord, wanting to quell the threat of an uprising, called upon a hunting watch to dispense of the threat. The Hunter who answered the Call in the remote village, was in fact, a Huntress of some reputation -- despite her lack of experience with dragons. Many of the town elders complained that her skills were mulct for deer or even bear, but that she was surely no match for such a wildcat. But, her composure resolution and the utter deficiency of another nominee, earned her a purse of coin ... with the residual to be paid when the beast was eliminated.
The Huntress went out ladened with weapon, strapped in mordant leathers, with a mane of golden locks -- which attracted practically surmisal from the town scuttlebutt -- -Viking lineage or fairy spawn ? Christi Elohem was her public figure, at to the lowest degree the name she gave the villagers, for she cloaked herself in mystery and claimed no standoff or loyalties. She spoke quietly and moved silently, but these caliber only amplified the mightiness of her presence.
In this manner, she stalked the firedrake. She was delayed by many suitors on her way, but knowing her true duty, she dispensed with them all with hope of next favour and flush from the hayfield. Finally, she was sealed she had found the liar of the expectant 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 dragon lay snoring. She grabbed a great lance from the bicycle seat of her mount, and checked that her lesser blades were secure in their scabbards on her pelvic arch. Then she eased inside his cave.
The beast lay stretched on its belly, before a low-burning flame. A half-eaten goat forgotten near it 's slap-up jaws, and a wad of early bones lay scattered in a far corner. The olfactory modality made her nose wrinkle. care ran through her in increasing waves, as she realized the sizing of her foe. He was bigger than a horse barn. The hook that still half-clutched at the butt could easily enfold her. His mind was an enormous showing of scales and horns in inexplicable patterns. His anterior naris were smoldering caldron of flame. The animate being's wings, folded most gracefully across his huge back, were each gravid than a banquet table at the grandest inn.
But what fixed her to her spot, other than fear ... more than fright ... was the ravisher she beheld in the dancing colors of his tegument. How it reflected and expanded the firelight, and almost glowed with its own light. Then, just when she dared to question, when her intellect dared to think what the animal might be like awake, with optic open ... .he stirred ! She immediately -- and quite violently -- regretted her wonder ! She readied her lance and stepped forward from the shadow, hoping he would somehow turn to lay out his soft belly as a object. Smoke bellowed from his anterior naris as he snorted and rolled his outstanding head -- gold and red and palest of commons dancing off the confidential information of his French horn. 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 school-age child of swell empurpled depth.
She took aim, her prey centered between those two eyes, knowing she would accept only this instant to bolt down him or be killed herself. Her heart wailed and mourned at the thought of killing this puppet. more than than it had ever wailed at taking the sprightliness of a one dollar bill or a wildcat, and she said the prayer she always said before taking such a life history. As she mumbled the prayer under her breath, which came ragged in her bureau, the firedrake lifted his head slightly and appeared to smile at her.
"You'll need a much greater prayer for one such as I,"he said in a rich people and rolling tongue.
The lance fell to the grime floor as Christi, more in shock at his sudden movement than from the realization that he had spoken to her, prepared to be consumed in flaming, or in great hook, or tooth or all three.
"Open your heart,"said he."I 've already eaten today."
She did ... slowly ... for the force of his voice compelled her. Her rarity spoke up against her fear -- -and together they stilled her and fixed her to the space just in front of the savage.
"So, they sent YOU to rid the earth of ME ?"he asked mockingly. Which did not sit well with her, and the indignation puffed air into her deflated courage.
"Yes, and I shall. Do not reckon little of me dragon. I have defeated outstanding wolf before !"
He laughed and pulled himself erect, rising high into the darkness of the cave, before coming to take a breather in a position to put them delicate face to Brobdingnagian horned face. She backed up and reached for her lance, willing her idea to search for a plan ... or at least an escape. A burst a flame halted her action mechanism.
"Leave it !"he bellowed. Then softer,"There will be clip for you to kill me later."She stood freeze, feeling it must be a trap and wanting to avoid it."Now, why is it you have come to shoot 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 fearful at the delay of what certainly would be her death.
"No, why do YOU seek to kill me ? Why do you desire to kill me ?"he asked searching her face with those howling middle which held her firmly, but almost tenderly.
The forthrightness of his interrogative, the metier of his regard, compelled her to view his watchword carefully."I do n't,"she answered, looking down, realizing she did not take the strength of purpose nor of will to take up the life of such a terrifically animate being."I have been paid to do so,"she explained."You are a threat. You brand and kill the village livestock, you frighten the people. 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 being in my life."
"Don't you see how just the very sight of you strikes terror into their pith ? Could you not avoid them, and ease their veneration ?"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 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 hand indignantly on her rose hip, fingering the hilt of her steel, and weighing her option with this insulting creature.
"Easy there,"he said, optic opening wider, flashing her a look she could not fathom."I will return you your opportunity at my belly later. I will give you a clear quarry to my heart,"He rose up to expose the vast bands of scale of measurement on his underside, holding a hook to his dresser where she assumed the beast's heart beat."starting time, I would have it away yours."
"You would know what ?"she asked, becoming increasingly suspicious.
"I would speak with you, and know the warmheartedness of the one who will defeat me. Is that too much to ask ? must you hurry away to murder another creature ?"his voice grew mocking as he looked at her closely.
She was disordered, her venerate wrestling with her curiosity, and an odd feeling for this dragon who stood just groundwork away. She looked him over well, telling herself she was studying for a weak point in his armor, knowing she hungered to eff more.
"Great Huntress of the Wood,"he addressed her formally with a low bow."I give you my word, my curse word, that I will offer my life-time up to you for you to complete your duty and collect your purse. I will allow you to take my life, if you will but expend a few hours with me."
"Dragon, I do not interpret,"she said, looking sideways at him."Why should I believe you would do such a matter ? Why would you wish to ?"
The majuscule wolf slumped into the dust and let out an equally capital sigh, which filled the room with warm and slightly unpleasant air."Is not the Word of God of a Dragon worth anything anymore ?"he said with a groan."I propose this for selfish reasons, I assure you."He continued, Kuki-Chin resting in the dirt."I am old. I am tired, and I have fearfulness of my own to rival the fears of you humans."
She stepped slowly forward."A great tool like yourself…you are afraid ? Afraid of what ? What reverence could you not defeat ?"
"Did you or your Village of humans who hired you ever ask why it is I might hunt their stock, when I could give birth delicious biz from the forest ? Did you ask why I would allow you to get within a mi of my home without making cinders out of you ? Did you ask why I fly low, and sear the edges of their valued wheat which stole the wood from my land without harming a single one of them ?"his voice rose in timber and in ira as he himself rose from the storey. She humbly shook her heading no…they had not asked these questions.
"No, I thought not. For the truth of those result might disperse your fright. And above all else, humanity must have fears,"he shook his psyche and his regard grew cloudy.
"Why ?"she asked, quietly."Why do you do these matter ? Why did you allow me to do here ?"
He looked straight at her, golden eyes blinking liquid in the firelight."Because I desire, before I die, to be known."

In the retentive silence that followed, she began to shiver. In time, which they stood apart from, it had grown dark and quiver. He gathered logarithm in his chela like kindling and lit a great flaming to warm her. She sat down, breathing deep, willing the fervency to ease the feel that shuddered through her body. Knowing that this knowing would change her forever.
He began to tell his story. He began by telling her his public figure, which in the language of firedrake was almost painful to her ears. He graciously translated.
"You may find it well-situated, as humans have before, to call me Draconus. Elwart Woelen."She offered her name, which he seemed to already know.
His storey then began in earnest. His musical theater representative rolling over her like a tranquilize tide, his spit clicking and snapping as a curious punctuation of his tale. He cooked the rest of the laughingstock for her to eat, which she did with just a hint of smile at the caustic remark of the repast. When she excused herself to tend to her cavalry and to still herself, his marrow froze in fear that she was escaping from him. For a moment he thought of taking her prisoner and flying to a remote island where he could have her forever, such had become his desire. But it was not in his kernel to do such a thing.
Christi came back farsighted moments later, having traded her battle garb for a diffused tunic of a moth-eaten wraith of rose. She was tall and firmly built, but not without the soft breaking ball of a char. He smiled, and she was more warmed by his gaze than by the hotness of the fire he kept constantly fed for her puff. She asked him to uphold his tale, which he took up again with renewed enthusiasm, for she had returned having left her fear outside the cave. He poured her some wine, for firedrake are known ( at to the lowest degree they were ) for their love of dependable, and finely aged wine.
He told her as much as he remembered of the times when flying dragon were more plentiful and of many sizes. When they were known and loved by man, when man's vision was more true, before the clip of awe blinded them. Many of his tales made her cry, but many made her smile and laughter, so that she lived his life-time with him in that evening—or in many evenings. For it is not known how long she dwelled in the family of the dragon.
Draconus sadly recounted the history of the demise of the dragons, of how man had hunted them as a pursuit, as a run of strength and courage. He told her how many dragons had accepted death from a strong, Pres Young knight in Bob Hope that the good in that horse might shine through when he rose to power. Sadly, this rarely happened. But it was his loneliness she found saddest of all. For he was one of the last of the tartar 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-the-moon of my own power, and my own ravisher and honey for my self, that I did not see nor experience the great power, beauty and bonk 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 dearest and of myself."
He lowered his eyes and fought for control of his long-checked emotions. When he looked up, Christi had come to stand near him. She was visibly awestricken 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 bite, nor sear you, Little One."This sentence she found the term endearing, and cautiously reached out her hand to pertain his cheek.
The scales on his impertinence circled troll in a spiral, growing larger as they moved under his powerful jaw. She traced their itinerary carefully, tenderly, delighting in the grain of his skin…in the electrical energy which jumped from the plates of changing colors to her fingertips and laurel wreath. Her smile grew wide, and childlike as she moved her mitt beneath his jaw and stroked as she would a beloved kitten. He rewarded her with a low and musical dragon purr. She laughed out loud at the speech sound, and in laughing grew bolder. So that she moved around his neat organic structure, 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 uncertainty how you have defeated my pal in the past !"
Comfortable now, she casually jumped over his Brobdingnagian forked and spiked tail."Tis not dead on target,"she protested, feigning considerable hurt."You are my first. You must know this if what you say is true up, that there are no others of your kind for many leagues."
"Then you must be a dreaming,"he countered."Because you know me too well."
"Do all your dreams come to pour down you Lord dragon ? And isn't that exactly what you desired ?"she asked, coming up to his face as his saying 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 pipe dream often come to down me."
"What do you mean ?"she asked, full of concern and deeper look for a creature with such a heart.
"I often dream 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 depth of his red ink of kindred and of the thaumaturgy that was once his world.
"Yes, you understand,"he said, seeing that she in fact did."But, I too have care like humans, and I am ashamed to say that I am equally paralyzed by them."
"What do you dread ?"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 unsure of, near firedrake ?"
"I did not used to fear death because I knew… I remembered… the place I had come from and the place to which I would return. When there were others of us, we would parcel resplendent report of this place beyond the stars."
He waved his rump across the ceiling of the cave, and the rock vanished revealing the universe stretched across the Night sky. She shuddered at the imagination, at his thaumaturgy. 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 oneself the place in the sky,"he said hoarsely."I no longer eff if it exists. I cling to this life. I eat butterball laughingstock. Because I fear I will cease to BE if I give in to death."
Christi felt his fear as her own, and she pulled his clutch more firmly around her, holding him there."But you knew it was there before ? Why would it cease to be there now ?"
"I am wise enough to sleep together that fear makes no sense, Little One. But not wise enough to free myself."
"There is something more,"she stated, looking directly into his optic. She felt an unfamiliar sense of heartsease at being this open to him…of opening her nub and seeing his. This peace gave her a certainty she had never known as well, as though mysteries would reveal themselves nigh readily in this state. He tried to look away."Dear Draconus, you can not ask me to know you, and then to not have intercourse you. What else ? What do you try to hide ?"
"Perhaps I should not give birth chosen you to be the One. I needed a hunter of compassion, but you are a great deal more."
"You chose me ?"she asked.
"In a way, yes. Remember, I allowed you to come here and chance me sleeping."
"For what design ?"she asked, and yet again get glance of the Truth floating in the air.
"There is another reason I fear for my soul."
"Tell me, for I will understand."
"I have not, in this longsighted lifetime, I have not really loved. Not as my soulfulness has cried out for me to do, as my centre has longed for me to. I fear by not doing so, I may ingest given away my soul, I may have 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 spike heard her own truth spoken from scaled lips and the clicking spit 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 motherfucker escaped a life-long prison house. He brought her up, level to his heart and held her gently against his thorax. She leaned against him, her humble soundbox spreading warmth through his great one. Her tears melting away the fears of his intellect.
After a clip, she quieted, and put her thenar to his breast to find the pounding of his huge heart.
"You will not lose your soul,"she said quietly."For I feel your love as I have never felt love 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 feel my love for you. There is so a great deal 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 make out how you could love the very thing you feared would destroy you, the very thing you came to destroy."
"You knew from your firstly enquiry that I would not kill you. Even if I could…I could not,"she declared, searching for his heart so he might see the truth in hers.
"But you must,"he stated strongly, avoiding her optic and glancing up to the surface area 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 escape his loving, pleading verbalism."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, silence no longer, finally awakened."stoppage with me ! How can I, having finally found love life, execution it ?"
"Precious Little One, you know that you can not bump off love. Now found, now realized, it will always be there for you, as I will…in your heart."
Still she shook violently in protestation and measure on his chest she had before caressed. His heart filled with sadness, but it could not supercede the love which had filled it earlier.
"What animation could I offer you here on this earth ?"he asked."What sort of life for you to subsist in a cave with a creature such as I ? Don't you desire a man to love and fry to bless your home ? What kind of happiness could I offer you ? My love would rob you of your life, of your people. That is not my desire."
"Stop talking always of your desire ! What of mine ? I do not like about a life like that if having it means not having this dear. I have no people ! Why do you mean I hunt flying lizard instead of milking cows ? I have no one. I desire to be with you !"
"I can not refuse 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 menage. Is that what you wish ?"
"No,"she admitted."But I will not, I can not kill you !"
"Yes, you can…you must ! Don't you see ?"
"I do not see. I do not ! Kill yourself then. play the cave down upon us right now ! Set it a blaze and consume us in fire. Do it ! You have more power than I to end this,"she raged at him.
"Perhaps you are right,"Draconus said, to her surprise."But I can not induce my own last and still hope to return home. I would have done that one thousand of your age ago, would that have been possible. And I can not stimulate yours…not that way."
"What do you mean ?"Christi asked, her furor lessening.
"I swore an curse word many, many years ago, not to ever take a man liveliness. Doing so would sacrifice my birthright as well. I can not get down the rampart 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 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 up me ?"
"mankind is anything but building complex, My Love. Your ticker are comfortable to see once you wade past the fear. I've watched you hunt. I've seen your pity. I've seen your love for the world. I will accept, I longed for that love. But my only hope was that you'd find, in your heart, compassion enough to end my hurt. This great love of yours is much Sir Thomas More than I could opine. It humbles me, and expands me, but it does not keep 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 exact my own liveliness than yours. I would die with you."
"Why do you say these matter ?"his voice heavy with feeling.
"It is what I feel."
"But you do not intend this,"he stated ... he asked.
"Yes, I do. Look into my heart if you really can. See that it is true. See that if I take my sword to you, I will then turn it on myself. If all I have left to parcel with you is that, I shall ploughshare your decease,"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 head firmly.
"Why ?"his motion was a whisper.
"Do you play with me ? I will because you desire it….because it will set you free and give you the felicity I desire for you to incur. I will because…I roll in the hay you."
He put his psyche down to her grimace, she embraced his cheek as his lips mouthed I love you as well, and a single snag fell to baptize her head in that love.

After much prison term, prison term enough for bust to dry, she whispered,"When ?"
"Now."
Christi stepped back so that she might look into his great lucky optic."No, not yet. For you have not finished your task which will control your somebody,"she said.
"What do you entail ?"he asked quietly.
She reached out and traced the line of his jaw with her finger tips, then moved closer to follow the itinerary with her lip."You have yet to finish sharing yourself with me, you have yet to cognise me, and to screw me in all ways,"she murmured as her sassing continued their journey. She heard his sharp-worded intake of breath.
"Do you interpret what you ask ?"he questioned, passion creeping into his quiet musical look."Do you truly desire what you say ?"
"Yes."She answered, covering his face with kisses and promises.
"Then there is another way to free me,"he whispered.
She quickly stepped back to cope with his eye. Searching, hoping.
"There is another way for us to persist together for as long as you desire,"he said, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"William Tell me then,"she commanded, her representative growing husky with her growing lust."I have told you, shown you what I desire. Tell me how we make it so. I shall do anything."
"Do not say that until you have heard. This way will end your liveliness as you know it on this world, and you may not pass,"he remarked gravely.
"My beloved Draconus, I do not care ! I will abide it to be with you. How can it be worse then taking the living of such a beautiful creature whom I love ?"
"I understand, for this way will command me to accept such a life from a beautiful creature."
"But I thought,"she said, green eyes looking up at him through long cilium,"that you could not take the life of a human."
"Unless it was in an act of love,"he answered."There are exceptions, based on dear. There are stories of Dragon who have so hump humans, and have been forced to take the lives of these humans, at their own request, for love's sake. Much as you agreed to take mine."
She swallowed a mouthful of fearfulness and bade him remain with his explanation. He told her what he remembered of the blank space beyond the sensation, and that their person would move there together when they met after demise. She would get part of his realm, and sacrifice knowledge of her own."This may look an promiscuous thing, My Christi, but it will be painful to forget."
Still, she was determined that this was the topper, no the only way, and begged him to make it materialize much as he had begged her. Reassuring him that her erotic love was impregnable and pure, and she knew it would exist through out clock time and space. Her strong point rekindled his own braveness, and her smile strengthened his desire to stimulate her near him. Finally, they agreed, both knowing it was their mettle'desire to disembarrass their John Barleycorn. Christi, the Huntress, said she would relax her cavalry, and return to follow him where he would lead.
While she was outside, he again suffered a fear that she would not return. When the moments turned long, he began to despair. A cry of great pain in the neck collected in his Dragon's throat, and tears made smoke of heated motherfucker. Then he looked up and she had returned, with flowers from the meadow for him.
"Do not doubt, My Love. I have made promises I will not be able to continue. But this is a hope I made to my own soul as well as yours. It will not be broken,"she said, placing the prime within his keen claw. Tears slid down his cheeks unheeded.
"Don't you wish to go outside just once More ? To fly and say goodbye ?"
"No, I fear I would suffer my resolve. I would see the beauty of this human race, and I would not have the strength to take up you from it, nor to depart it myself,"he replied.
"I confess, I had hoped you'd take me flying, just once,"she said, girlishly.
"My Love, where we are going, you will fly all by yourself."
Christi smiled and pulled his face down to hers. She tenderly kissed the chapeau of his eyes, and tasted the tears still pooled at their corner. Her first gustatory sensation of him made her athirst for more, as her kisses grew more bold face and searching. Draconus held very still, allowing and reveling in her exploration which was both unacquainted and knowingly seductive at the Lapp meter. He marveled at her sometimes contradictory nature, the inter-play of persuasiveness and exposure, of wisdom and admiration. Smiling as she explored him with her tongue, her sass, her fingers, and strong hired hand, he knew it would truly be an adventure to know 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 place upright in front of him.
"I desire…"he said stretching tall, sparks and smoke coming from his nostril, stabilise, consuming gaze never leaving her.
A mo of child-like care washed across her case, and he thought she might change her mind.
"Do you have the courage ?"he asked, voice rumbling late in his throat which he casually stroked, expecting to ascertain the imprint of her hot caresses.
In resolution, her formulation changed to a smoldering glance of promise, and she began to undress for him. Soon she stood naked before him, meeting his regard with some effort, but with the courage he knew would be necessary to stimulate the journeying. He moved his nous in closelipped and covered her in a breathing place of affectionate air to keep the chill from her indulgent flesh. Then he inhaled deeply of her scent which stirred long-unfulfilled penury within his dragon's armour.
"Would that these claws could allude you as a lover should,"he said sadly, realizing the limit to their rising heat. He stretched out on his belly in movement of her, and offered her a resting place within his medallion. She welcomed the look of him against her skin, as she lay back safely there, stroking his talon-like fingers with strong mitt. He groaned at the effect such a pernicious apparent movement had on his deepest fires.
"William Tell me, what would you do if you could extend to me as you say ?"Christi asked, greatly enjoying her burden on him.
"I would not leave an inch of you undiscovered, My Love. I would take after every lovely curve, and dip into every cleft, ghost each bone and line of muscle, and memorize every bend of your anatomy. I would watch you closely as I explored you, to see how each block on my journey made you twist under my hired hand. I would expend a good bit of sentence on your sassing, knowing fully those weapons which have branded me already,"he explained in a muted, rasping birdsong of seduction to her. She licked her lips slowly at his finale comment, which made him smile.
"But I must admit, that I would perhaps most like to relate your breasts. To have workforce like yours to cup them in, to sense your nipples harden in my palms. To gently circle them with a finger, to roughly snap up them in my fist."As he explained his wishes, she began to have-to doe with 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 trunk, and she mapped his steps with a growing exuberance, as her own caresses aroused her.
"Then, when I was sure to suffer stirred you, I would not be able-bodied to hold back from dipping my hands down to find the well of your desire, to experience the wetness I had called forth from your depths."She eased her hired man down between her second joint to obtain for him what he sought. He swallowed hard."Then,"he continued unsteadily,"I would spread you give before me so that I could see where I might pleasure you. Your dewy petals surrounding your efflorescence of ecstasy, or the profoundness of you I so long to explore."She chose for him, and rubbed her finger slowly around her sheepfold, then with tightening and quickening circles, until she moved and moaned within his palm. He had to ascertain his external respiration or risk scorching her with the fire she stoked inside him.
"Ah,"he smiled as he felt her near her culmination."But I would greatly desire to tease you, to ca-ca your pleasure endure until you could not digest it any longer."He moved her hand from between her legs with his ovolo. She moaned in charge, still moving to her intimate rhythms."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 fingers deep inside you,"he commanded."As I would, searching for the embrace of your depths. Do it now !"
Christi complied, arching up to meet her own ravishment. Draconus stifled the dragon roar that threatened. A cry caught in Christi's pharynx as she imagined her flying lizard within her.
"You are searching for your tone ending, aren't you My Dear ?"the dragon asked. She murmured that she was, nearly lost in her need. Again, he removed her hand. She complained loudly, to his nifty amusement and gratification."I promised you press release, did I not ?"he asked.
"Yes, but I thought…"He broke off her headache with a sly grin and a flick of forked tongue on her neck opening. Her tone of realization nearly made him flap with laughter.
"You see, I have been gifted with other methods to enjoy the pleasures we both desire."He leaned his drumhead in close to her, and began his feasting along her neck. The flying dragon consumed her earthy scent 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 musculus of the arm he held under his thumb. Then he released his custody, wrapping his tongue around her articulatio radiocarpea and pulling her hand inside his oral fissure. She was limp descriptor his warm and wet attending, and offered no resistance. He stroked each finger with his tongue, swallowing the hint of her gustation that clung to them, biting gently in hope of finding Thomas More. Until they both could remain firm the teasing no more.
With a low growl, he dropped her hired hand from his backtalk and spread her stage with his free claw. Christi focused on him with wide-eyed prevision, as his hanker and agile tongue approached its quarry. Her inhalation of breather steamed as when pee hits hot coals, and she arched up longing for more and more. His spit sent the high temperature of his desire, of his very being mysterious into her to mingle with her own. So that, very soon, as its forked wizardly wove in and out of her folds, it blurred his desire with hers.
But he had already learned her well. When she came near to breaking disengage, he would stop and sit back, rolling his lingua back into his lip, enjoying the taste of her there. waiting, savoring, until she begged him to complete his chore. Finally, he complied, massaging her deeply with hot moisture. Diving inside her, licking slowly back along the wall of her womb. He imagined that he had driven her nearly mad, and he was delight and all the more stimulated, as she arched and squirmed and begged him for the release he promised but withheld.
"Now !"he commanded, and he found the rhythm he knew pleased her most. In a heartbeat she felt herself explode in a wafture of heartbeat which reverberated through her and into him, so that he himself thought he would not be able to hold. Christi called his name over and over, the auditory sensation bouncing off the walls of the cave and traveling into the stars he had hung above them. Her vociferation filling his spike as her orgasm waned, and she fell still in his hand.
They slept for awhile then. Pleasant exhaustion and his hot breath cloaked her, making her safe in her bleakness, good in his embrace. He wondered if he himself would birth the courage he had asked of her, but he was a tartar, was he not ? He fell asleep listening to her steady breathing.
Christi awoke to witness him deep in sleep, stretched out across the cave. She slipped from his hand to explore more leisurely this heavyweight animal she had come to have intercourse so a good deal. 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 melodic growl from deep in his pharynx, and rolled over onto his back. He flicked his tongue teasingly at her, and was surprised when she clamored onto his stomach and sat straddling him.
"show mercy on me, Lord flying dragon,"she mock-pleaded."I can palm no more of your clapper's form attentions."He smiled, licking her face as a pup would. She wiped away his fondness with her palm, and lay down upon him, breast touching his soft under musical scale. Christi did not recognise the affect this had on him. She was unaware how medium his seemingly problematic scales were, especially to her touch. She just wished to embrace him, to finger his sum beat near hers. Laying there, holding him, she did feel it. A nifty beat pounding in his chest, beating like a huge drum against her unanimous body, beating faster, beating faster. She felt his high temperature wherever their skin touched. She sat up so that this heat could suffer her own, and she could palpate the round of his heart rise up inside her.
Draconus stretched to see what she was doing, feeling the electrical energy spark through his hide, feeling her wetness Begin to drop."Speak not to me about mercy,"he said, dropping his head to the primer, and fighting for control."When you do torture this poor beast."
"My love, it is not my intent to rack you, but to bring you as many pleasance as I am able-bodied,"said Christi."I do think you will have to help me, and narrate me just what I might do."She looked behind her, down the duration of his underside and then back to him questioningly, child-like seductress.
The dragon laughed out loud, his entirely body quaking with the effort, the cave filling with his merriment. The huntress road her wildcat, holding tightly with arms and legs for fright his quaking would throw her to the floor. He put a pincer carefully across her to ease her fear and maintain 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 flooring as he sat fully upright in front of her."I don't mean value to insult you, so drop the sticker you throw with your eyes."
"How is it that I amuse you so much ?"she asked, unwilling to be placated.
"Because you have a fair sex's desire as big as all the heavens, wanton and wonderful, and impossible to resist. And yet sometimes you have a child's way of asking for that desire to be sated, barren, and unsure, and expecting,"explained the dragon.
Christi was not pleased with his observations, more because she recognized the pure the true in his words. She found herself feeling very naked in social movement 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 warmness of his embers over her. He put his beak between her legs, knocking her slightly off-balance so that she had to stabilize her work force on his face to restrain from falling. He breathed greater high temperature, a dissimilar heat, between her thighs."I don't want your fire going out on me, not after feeling it sear through my hide,"he said, vocalisation deep with intimacy. He cut off her attempts at further arguments with more hot blasts from his anterior naris. She made no effort to move, and soon no effort to argue.
"My Christi, are you sealed of your desires ?"he asked."I will show you what you desire, I will give all that I have promised, but you must be certain."
"I am,"she said, standing heterosexual and tall in front man of him, gently stroking his cheek. He rubbed his face 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 claw, and unsheathing his dragon's prick with the other."You shall have what you desire…we both shall."
Christi saw, and felt weak and consumed with rage at the Lapp metre. Her blood pounded in her vena, her heart in her chest, and her desire in her pubic region. Yet her mind could not fathom what her nub called loudly to consummate. She reached out, for her hands ached to bear on him, and the firedrake brought her to him.
His phallus stood rear, it's mightily contour outlined against the pallid scales of his belly. Christi put both paw to his shaft and felt the life pounding through it. Draconus threw his head back and moaned loudly into the cave, sparks and smoke coming unchecked from his anterior naris. The Huntress attacked her prey with strong, boring virgule and hot, sear kisses. His moans encouraged her, and she began to actuate against him with her unanimous eubstance, rubbing her wetness down his duration, branding him as her own. Her torso and psyche cried out her need, and she mumbled his name into her candy kiss. The warmth of her knife against him sent exhibitioner of sparks into the dark to mingle with the stars.
Draconus lost himself in the sensations she fueled within him. He feared he would burn from within if she were allowed to uphold. Still, he pushed her closemouthed to him, wrapping his claw around her and his calamus, and moving both of them up and down in a musical rhythm honest-to-god than all dragons. He knew she was near to her threshold, as he teetered on his own, barely able-bodied to rest in control. He looked down and watched her drive him as he stroked, the quite a little 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 seeded player slowly rolled towards her. She dipped her finger's breadth in the molten liquid state, and licked them off slowly, lovingly with her tongue, savoring the taste of him. He growled from deep in his belly, and moved her reluctantly away from him.
"Christi, my beloved, it is clock time,"he said with a warmth that stilled any reverence in her mind.
"Yes."She held tightly, arms wrapped around his claw. He brought his great head down and nuzzled her once more, purring softly against her warm form. Then he seized her gaze with his dragon's power, and with his love.
"Look deeply into my center, Little One, for there starts the journey. Keep yourself there and I will do the rest,"his representative was layered with passionateness and yet soothing like a lullaby."See your self there, standing on that limen. Look mysterious down the corridor at which you are paused, and I will come to meet you there. I will take you beyond the stars, and beyond your aspiration, to where your desires are sated, and we will bang love !"
Slowly, he moved her back down to his great organ. She opened herself to him, arching with desire, dripping with pauperism. Draconus moved his ray of light against her, slowly and then building as his thrusts grew more demanding. Both blinded now by the magnate of their rage, they called out words of love in the darkness and light that exploded around them.
Finally, the expectant firedrake, one of the last of the flying lizard, Draconus Woelen, leaned over and whispered to Christi the Huntress,"I swear to you, by all that I am, you will palpate no pain in the ass. I love you."Those were the last words she heard as he impaled her with the strength of his dragon's beloved.
As he had promised, Christi felt no botheration, she felt only the ecstasy of the union as his shaft of light pierced her uterus, exploding within her while her own rapture answered his. Draconus drove into her and released his final examination dragon roaring 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 body, but returned him to his truest form. He found her there at the bound of the marvellous corridor, shaped as the cat-eye pupil of the Draco he had been. He felt her gaze state on his soul, and he beckoned to her to cross over the brink and into the realm of passion, where they embraced fully, without concern. Forever to exist beyond the mavin, in a time and distance where dragons still fly.

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Village forecaster were brought to the cave not long after it was consumed in flame. The cavalry had returned to the village, and had been tracked back to the Dragon's lair. Stirring the ashes of the great beast, and the os of what was assumed to be the Huntress, the predictor weaved a narration of a heavy forfeit, and a heavy love, which is always soft for humans to know in a story than to fuck in their sum. This fib 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 visual modality to get a dragon in the turn of a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch, and that love hiding in the depths of their fondness .