encounter
#5 of To charm a dragon
To charm a dragon: part five
Journeys beginning
It had been three weeks since the destruction of the citadel, and Amethyst was still pushing them to greater speed in their journey towards the place she called 'white haven'. She had barely spoken to Hyran during the journey, mainly speaking only to urge him to move faster.
The girl that towed after them seemed to only just keep up, but never said anything. Hyran didn't blame her. The only real time he could speak was in the mornings, when he was slightly rested, but he never really got the chance, because Amethyst was always there ordering them to get up and continue before the things caught up with them.
Hyran's gaze strayed to Amethysts swaying tail as she walked in front of him. He dimly remembered making love to her every day back at the citadel, but he hadn't even touched her in weeks. The one time he had engaged with her in foreplay, they had both fallen asleep before they could even get started.
Amethyst stopped, and Hyran stumbled forwards on momentum, completely thrown by her unexpected stop. She never stopped.
He tripped headlong over her.
At another time, he might have cursed, but he didn't have the energy or inclination to speak.
Hyran saw that Amethyst had stopped at a sort of crossroads. One path lead to the mountains, another into a dark and forbidding forest. Amethyst headed for the mountains.
They were halfway to the mountains when they reached a waterfall with a rather large stream leading away from it.
Amethyst stood next to the waterfall, and cocked her head, as if listening for pursuers. He wondered how she could hear anything over the sound of the water.
"We're safe her." She murmured, just loud enough fort the two humans to hear. She then sunk to the ground, and settled down for what would probably be the longest nap she had ever taken.
Hyran lay down next to her, pulling her close so that they could snuggle up to each other, kissing her with as much passion as his tired body could muster, before falling asleep.
* * *
He awoke the next day, feeling as if he had finally gotten a good night sleep. It had to be the first time in a month that he had not awoken cramped and sore.
Amethyst seemed to feel the same, because she stretched as she awoke, something she hadn't done in weeks.
She stretched her whole body out like a cat, her right front leg all the way forwards, her right back leg all the way back. She stretched first one wing, and then the other out to its fullest reach, before relaxing all her muscles and laying back down.
"Good morning, beautiful." He whispered. His voice was rather hoarse from not being used.
"Good morning to you too." She murmured back, her voice sounded somehow better than it had last time he had heard it. That was maybe because he hadn't heard anyone's voice for close to a month.
He leaned forwards and kissed her.
"I need a swim." Amethyst murmured.
"So do I." He replied.
So they both got up, and ran to the water, jumping and splashing about like a couple of kids.
After a few minutes of exercise, they both were completely exhausted. They ended up lying in the shallows, Amethyst lying on top of Hyran, kissing him happily.
"So, do you mind telling me what those things were?" He asked.
"Later. Right now we have something far more important to do." She purred, rubbing her whole body against his, telling just how much she wanted him.
He was only too happy to help soothe her needs.
He ran a hand down her chest, then down across her belly, and then between her back legs, his fingertips gently massaging the lips of her little pussy.
Amethyst began to lick his neck and chin as he rubbed her, moving her little body back and forth, her pussy rubbing against the hardening bulge in his breeches.
He hurriedly stripped, throwing his clothes up onto the bank, and rolling Amethyst over in the water, so that he could pleasure her more fully.
He was so hard that he just had to take her right then and there.
He thrust into her fully without any warning. Amethyst squealed and bucked against him as he started to move.
He seemed to be going to slow for her, so she rolled him over, straddling him and working her pussy over his hard cock.
She pushed backwards, until she felt him inside her as far as it was possible for him to go, before she began to rock back and forth furiously, trying to reach orgasm.
The water was just making their movements too slow for both of them. So Hyran picked her up, and deposited her on a rock by the water, laying her on her back and starting to thrust into her as hard a he could.
Amethyst very quickly started to squeal as he took her, loving the feel of his thrusting member.
After not having sex for nearly a month, Hyran felt his orgasm coming very fast.
He thrust into her as hard as he could, roaring at the feel of her convulsing pussy tightening around the length of his spurting cock. He leant over her, thrusting hard a few more times, loving the feel of her pussy milking him for his cum, before he collapsed onto the rock next to her, kissing her face and neck in a tired way.
* * *
Hyran awoke to Amethyst stretching beside him, purring contentedly in her sleep. He smiled at her, stroking her neck and cheeks gently, before he moved her head off his shoulder, and then got up to get to get a drink from the lake. His hand was halfway to his mouth when he felt an uncomfortable prickling on the back of his neck. He spun around, staring into the dusk, trying to see if there was something out there.
"Hello?" He shouted.
"Hello." A voice hissed back menacingly, very close by.
He spun around again, coming face-to-face with one of those horrible creatures that had accosted him inside the castle walls. It must have been hiding in the water, because it was dripping wet, and it created a terrifying effect. Silhouetted against the stars, drawing a scimitar with a quiet hiss, its horrible eyes staring down at him pitilessly.
He reacted on instinct, leaping backwards, hitting the ground and rolling, grabbing the first thing that his hand closed around.
He happened to pick up a long, thick branch that would serve well as a staff.
He kept rolling until he was on to his feet, holding the branch in a side hand pose, the tip pointed downwards.
The creature stepped forwards, bringing the scimitar down in a heavy blow to cut the staff off near his hand.
Hyran tilted the staff, so that the blade scythed down the length of it, making a long, sharp point. He kept tilting it, putting more speed behind the movement, bringing the reverse end down on the back of the blade, causing the creature to drop it.
Hyran flipped the scimitar in to the air with his foot as the creature made to pick it up. It flew through the air, burying itself point-down in the ground a few paces away.
The creature made to go after it, but as soon as it turned away, Hyran slammed the blunt end of the staff into the back of its knee, dropping it into a kneeling position. He then spun around it in a clockwise direction, reversing the staff so that the blunt end was facing forwards.
He ended up standing in front of the kneeling creature, turned away from it. Its hands scrabbled pointlessly at the sharp end of staff, which was embedded deep in its throat.
Hyran slammed the staff backwards again, pushing the point out the back of the creature's neck in a small spray of blood.
He twisted the staff once, and then withdrew it, turning and spinning the staff above him in a blinding whirl of motion, before he brought the blunt end down on its head. It connected with a sickening crack, the creatures beak getting torn off most of the way by the sheer force of the blow.
He left the creature as it was, by the looks of it, it wouldn't last very long anyway. It had a ragged hole in its neck, and its beak was hanging on by the smallest amount of skin.
He ran to amethyst, dropping the staff and tearing the creatures' sword from the ground as he went.
He was almost to where they had been sleeping, when he felt that something was wrong. Amethyst was standing in the middle of the clearing near the river, not moving a muscle, staring straight at him. He then remembered that dragons were said to have exceptional night vision compared to humans. He wondered what she could see that he couldn't.
He peered into the darkness. He heard the gentle hiss of around about thirty different weapons being drawn somewhere in the darkness.
He brought the weapon into a ready pose, and waited, determined that if he was to die, then he would take as many of the motherfuckers with him as possible.
He didn't have long to get scared. Several dark figures erupted from the trees, brandishing a wide variety of weapons.
The one closest to Hyran held a long, curved katana, while the one directly behind him held two hook-swords [if you've never seen a hook-sword, they're long swords with a curved hook at the end, which can be used to immobilise an enemies weapon, they also have a long curved blade running along the length of the hilt, protecting the hand and allowing the use of more varied fighting styles], and another held two sai's [spelling], while another held only two blade-knuckles [like knuckle dusters, except the metal knuckles are replaced by one long blade that stretches from one side of the fist to the other], and another still, held a liquid knife [a deadly weapon, comprised of a small blade affixed to a long whippy chain].
Hyran looked at his scimitar, the moonlight glinting off its bloodstained blade, and almost laughed.
The one with the hook-swords attacked first, aiming to immobilise his sword with the hooks so that someone else could finish him off.
His first strike was with the right hand hook-sword, bringing it in an amateurish blow over the top of his head.
Hyran knew that this was just a ruse; he would bring the left hand blade in lightning fast as he landed, hoping to dig the hook into his side.
Hyran twisted out of the way of the overhead strike, running the length of his blade along the other hook-sword as he spun, his sword catching of the hook at the end and wrenching it out of the creature's hands.
Hyran kept spinning, bringing his sword up to head height. He wasn't surprised when his strike was blocked. The creature yanked downwards, the hook taking his blade with it.
To keep the blade in his hands, Hyran had to step in close to the creature.
To his surprise, the creature dropped the sword, flinging itself at him and trying to rake its long talons across his face.
Hyran dropped his sword as well, adopting the drunken stance.
He staggered around as if he had had too much too saki, his hands weaving wildly, his whole body moving in odd directions as he seemed to struggle to retain his balance.
"I think you must have hit him over the head. Finish him." One of the creatures hissed, without any trace of humour.
The creature leapt at him, unleashing a massive side hand strike, aiming to knock his head off.
Hyran stepped forward, leaning as far backwards as possible. He saw, as if in slow motion, the long, hooked talons on the creatures hand go scything right above his head.
Hyran leant forwards again, doing a full three-sixty as his did so, bringing his fist hard into the creatures side with as much force as he could muster.
The creature gave a roar like a wounded tyrannosaurus rex. It leapt at him again, and Hyran immediately adopted the striking cobra stance. One of his hands was curled in front of him, close to his body, ready to strike like a cobra if something came too close.
The creature made the mistake of getting into range of Hyran's deadly hands.
Hyran striked with a speed that had to be seen to be believed.
The first hit, from his coiled right hand, connected with a pressure point just blow the creatures collar bone, the second striking its solar plexus [the part of you're body just at the bottom of your ribs, just underneath them].
The creature started to crumble.
Hyran adopted another fighting style; this was a simple style, reminiscent of Tai Kwon Do.
Hyran grabbed its arm, letting the creature fall to its knees, barely putting up any resistance. He stepped towards the creature, unleashing a sidekick, connecting soundly with the side of its head. He then twisted the leg over the creatures arm, and then brought it back, his heel connecting with its neck, causing it to clutch at its throat with its free hand.
Hyran continued to rotate as he finished his kick, holding his heel hard against it throat.
He flipped himself into the air, bringing his other foot to the back of its neck, his rotation through the air causing its neck to crack with a nauseating crunch.
He let the body fall to the ground as another creature attacked him.
This one held the liquid knife, which was probably the deadliest weapon you could think of. In the hands of a professional, the liquid knife could disarm you, both figuratively and literally, actually taking your arm off if used properly.
Hyran duck as the creature attempted to wrap the chain around his throat. The creature flicked the end of the chain as if cracking a whip. The knife slashed across Hyran's shoulder, leaving a line of blazing pain in its wake.
Hyran rolled to the side as the knife impacted the ground where he had been standing. He came up with the two hook swords, holding them in a stance taught by his old master.
The creature stepped forwards, flicking the knife again.
Hyran was ready for it this time, and blocked the blow with the left hook-sword. The chain wrapped around the blade, as they had both been hoping.
Hyran slashed downwards with his other hook sword, the hook catching between a chain link, and yanked it sharply. The creature found the liquid knife yanked clean out of its hands, something it wasn't hoping for.
Hyran spun around, manipulating the swords and chain with a skill that belied his age. He spun one of the swords, flipping the other, which sent the chain into a spin. As he turned full circle, he spun the sword in an intricate way, which sent the knife end of the chain spinning through the air towards it former owner. The knife hit it in the heart, turning it to ash. Hyran grabbed the chain with his free sword again, bringing it back to him.
Hyran spun on instinct, spinning the sword again. The knife whistled through the air, catching two more of the creatures that had just rushed him. They both fell to the ground, clutching throats that spurted blood.
Hyran kept spinning, flipping the swords again.
This time, he released the liquid knife completely. It spun through the air, and wrapped around one of the creatures, pinning its arms to its side, the momentum of the knife cause the blade end to slice into its neck. It fell, immobilised and dying from the shocking amount of blood spilling from its throat.
The rest of the creatures melted away into the darkness, deciding that it would be best not engage just yet.
* * *
Hyran stumbled over to Amethyst, holding his profusely bleeding shoulder.
"Oh. You silly human, you should have run away." She moaned, staring at the blood seeping from between his fingers.
The last thing that Hyran remembered before unconsciousness claimed him, was Amethyst standing over him, her eyes glowing red, and a strange white light swirling around them both.