a tale of dragons part 8
#8 of A tale of dragons
Okay, a question. What is a Kitsune? I've gotten varying descriptions. Are they some kind of vixen?
No comments on that last story!? Was it so incomprehensible that you could only vote and not comment?
Oh, I'm working on a new series, which is about a team of commando's who are sent to destroy a scientific island. The whole mission goes to hell and the commander meets a sentient raptor; so if you like raptor, look out for it the next couple of weeks.
BTW a sequel to 'to charm a dragon' is in the works as well. I don't know if I will actually finish it, but I've started, so maybe look out for that too.
A tale of dragon's part 8
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Kylara asked him as they lay together in the 'guest room'.
"It isn't now." He said glancing downward, causing Kylara to giggle.
"Not that, silly." She said, running a claw lovingly down the side of his grinning face.
"I know. Contrary to popular opinion, and all the facts, I'm not stupid." He said, gently kneading her neck with one hand, his other resting on her belly. "I've been ready for ages. You were the one who wasn't ready for it." He said.
"What a thing to say." She said in her most scandalised voice, gently slapping him on the side with her tail.
"Well, if I had, you would've gone off crying saying that I was only using you for sex." He said.
Kylara glared at him for a second, and then frowned and said, "I suppose I would have, after giving you several more injuries." She conceded.
"And even the sex wasn't that good." He said playfully, laughing and leaping to his feet as kylara swiped at him with a paw.
He ran down the hallway through complete darkness, the spitting, yowling dragonet pursuing him, playfully flaming at his feet.
Matimura found a door, and hurriedly opened it, stopping dead at the sight before him.
He was in a huge room, made completely of stone, glittering in the light of several hundred torches. It was huge, and must have taken up a quarter of the mountain. But that wasn't what he was so stunned by. Giant piles of gold and precious stones littered the area, one of the piles stretching upwards into darkness high above his head. There was sword made entirely of dragon ivory, edged in gold and mithril, with a hilt of pure titanium inset with diamonds and other precious stones, sitting on a pedestal just inside the doorway. It was the most beautiful sword he had ever seen.
There were suits of armour, each one emblazoned with gold runes and made entirely of rubies or white gold.
Coins the size of Matimura's head littered the area in piles higher than a man, and whole carts made of white gold were filled to the top with nothing but diamonds and rubies the size of a clenched fist.
Kylara leapt at him, and slammed into his back, sending them both airborne into a pile of rubies to a relatively soft landing.
She pinned him among the luxurious stones and growled at him. "Not that good huh?" She growled, nipping playfully at his neck.
"What the hell is this?" Matimura asked, completely awed.
"My treasure room." She replied simply.
"What do you do with it all?" He asked incredulously.
"Generally just look at it from time to time, and it makes a good bed." She replied, throwing herself besides him in the rubies and simultaneously snuggling up to him and spreading red stones across them both.
"Nice isn't it?" She asked.
Matimura couldn't find the voice to reply. She could buy a kingdom a hundred times over with this much gold.
"How did you get it all?" He asked hoarsely.
"Oh, you know, spoils of war. I ambush a few enemy convoys from time to time and take off with all their gold." She said nonchalantly.
"My girlfriends got more money than me by about a million diamonds." He said faintly, and she giggled.
She laid back and spread her wings, heaping rubies on them and purring contentedly, looking down at her riches with a contented smile.
Matimura got up and began to explore. The cave was huge, and the torches on the walls weren't all that bright, and even if they were, there would need to be a million of them to provide adequate cover.
"Why's that there?" He asked, motioning towards the sword on the pedestal.
"Oh, that's my most valuable piece of treasure. I got it of a rogue swordsman who had romantic ideas about slaying the dragon and taking his pick of the hoard. It was made from the tooth of a evil dragon." She replied, still spreading rubies across her body luxuriously.
"Most valuable? That gold cart over there's got to be worth more than twelve of those swords put together." He said.
"Sentimental value idiot. And have you ever seen someone mount a cart on a pedestal?" She said sweetly.
"So this is your most valued treasure?" He asked, running a hand along the sheathe.
"Yep." She replied.
"May I?" He asked, motioning towards the sword.
"Go ahead." She said.
He drew the sword, admiring its long, sparkling blade. It was a samurai sword, a katana, and as such, he wasn't well trained in its use. The sword he used was very similar, but a ninja's sword was completely straight, while the katana had a gently curve. He tested its balance, and then put it back.
"Nice sword." He said.
"I can't put my most prized possession up there." She pouted.
"And why not?" He asked.
"Because you'd look pretty silly standing on a pedestal all day." She replied.
"Now that was just sheer flattery." He accused.
"You know you love it." She said, as he continued exploring.
As he walked by a solid gold cart heaped with diamonds, his hand shot out and snagged a medium sized stone quick as a rattlesnake. He slipped it into his pocket with a small smile. He had more money in his pocket now than he could possibly imagine what to do with.
He waltzed back over to Kylara, and lay back down with her.
"We should go lie down on the bed again." She suggested innocently.
"Didn't you get enough?" He asked.
"I'm tired." She stated petulantly.
"Okay then." He said.
As they walked out of the door Matimura gave a triumphant 'Ha!'
Kylara turned to him. "What's up with you? You finally figure out that the world is round?" She asked sweetly.
Matimura extracted the diamond from his pocket and held it up as if it was a prized treasure, which it actually was.
"So it isn't true that dragon's know exactly when a piece of their treasure is stolen!" He cried out triumphantly, holding the stone aloft as irrefutable evidence.
"I knew." She said sweetly. "I just didn't care." She said.
"Wha--?" He asked, stunned. He had expected her to at least hurt him for stealing from her if she found out, at the very least.
"I didn't care." She repeated, turning around and walking into the 'guest room'.
Matimura hurried after her.
"But dragons never let anyone steal from their hoards!" He said.
"You are my mate. You could make off with all the treasure in that room if you wanted and I wouldn't care, as long as you got me something nice while you were spending it all." She said, speaking slowly, as if he was mentally challenged.
"Oh." Matimura said. "Here." He said, holding out the diamond. "I don't want it."
"Why'd you take it then?" She asked.
"To see if you noticed." He said.
"Well, keep it, I've got enough of them." She said.
"What am I supposed to do with it?" He asked incredulously, staring at the huge rock.
"Buy something obviously." She said.
"Like what? A freaking mountain?" He said.
"Maybe, or a farm, or you could go get some good food." She suggested, lying down and closing her eyes, resting her head on her paws.
"No one would have enough change." He said. "There's nothing I can do with it! I can't spend it. I can't eat it, not in the least because I'd choke on the bloody thing, and I can't take it to bed. The only purpose it has is eye-candy. What's the use of it?" He asked.
"Well, you can polish it and look at it." She suggested.
"Eye-candy." He said, giving the stone a contemptuous look, before tossing it to the side. He stared at Kylara with a smile until she opened her eyes and asked him why he threw the stone away.
"I've got enough eye candy right here in front of me. Worth more than all the treasure in the world." He said, kissing her neck.
Dragon's couldn't blush, but Kylara was as close to doing that as any dragon had ever been.
"You have a silver tongue in that mouth of yours." She said; sounding highly flattered nonetheless.
"I know. But after I show you what else my tongue can do, you'll be calling it gold." He promised, gently pulling her closer and kissing her.
Kylara just giggled.
* * *
Brian stepped into the camp, walking rigidly towards Miralage's sleeping area; trying not to think about the conversation he would have to have with the few-weeks old dragonet.
He wasn't a hundred metres from the doorway to her room when she burst out of it, sprinting over to him and knocking him to the ground with an enthusiastic pounce, knocking the breath clean out of him. He could do nothing but lay there, stunned, as Miralage licked his face and nuzzled him furiously.
He felt that too familiar rush of emotions and tried to suppress them, and for the first time actually succeeded.
He gently rubbed her neck, and said, "I'm glad to see you too." Giving her a slight smile.
Miralage leaned into his caresses, and the feel of her scales undulating against his bare skin sent the feelings spiralling through him with a vengeance. He tried to push them back down, but it was impossible. He sighed as he realised that it was going to be very rough for him until he got over his infatuation for the little dragonet.
Miralage leaned in and gave a swift, polite kiss, the kind that a daughter would give her father, but making his eyes widen and his breathing to pick up and go even faster somehow.
Miralage hopped off him and pranced back to her room happily, humming something in a strange language, that was both beautiful and sad at the same time, and sung by her it sounded like an angels voice, put on the earth just to serenade his ears.
Brian shook his head roughly. He had to be going soft or something. He got up and followed her.
* * *
Matimura awoke a little after sunrise, although it was impossible for him to know because he was buried in the mountain. He stared at kylara, lit from the side by the dying embers of last nights fire, looking more beautiful than ever. He had shown her what his tongue could do last night, and she had thoroughly enjoyed it, returning the favour eagerly, and then making passionate love to him for what felt like hours. He smiled as the memories filled his mind.
He couldn't believe where he was! He was in love with a dragon, exploring the limits of sexuality with her, and enjoying it immensely, without any trace of guilt at all. If someone had told him that he would bed a dragon and enjoy it thoroughly a few years ago, he would have laughed and then probably locked them up in a small room, weighed down with manacles for being completely out of their mind.
Her head was resting on his forearm, her breath warm against his neck as she slept peacefully. It was at that moment that he wanted gnaw his arm off so he could leave without waking her, so as not to ruin the gorgeous vision of beauty that owned him completely.
He did wake her though, gently lifting her head off his arm, and laying it gently on a pillow, caressing her cheek tenderly. She opened her eyes then, and extended her neck, kissing him, before laying her head on her paws and going back to sleep.
Matimura got up and went outside. He took a walk over a nearby hill, a feeling of peacefulness and well being completely filling him. He hadn't felt this contended ever before. It was strange. If his master could only see him now! Contented to bed a dragon and walk in the woods! How he would laugh!
That was when the first pang of homesickness hit him. He wanted to hear his masters laugh again, even though it did sound slightly insane. He wanted to walk among the rice paper houses of his village, and drink the warm herbal tea that his master's wife made.
He wondered how he could get home, or if he really wanted to go home. He knew that Kylara would never go to his world, and that was a strong factor for his decision. If it meant leaving Kylara behind, then he wouldn't go, not for anything.
As he walked, he cut a single, perfect black rose from a bush, carrying it back to the mountain, and to his beloved.
She was still asleep when he returned, and he laid the rose gently on the bed besides her, lying down as well to doze with her.
When he awoke again, it was almost midday, and Kylara was gone. He got up and felt his way down the passage, noticing that the door to the treasure room stood open.
He took a quick look around, to make sure she wasn't in there, stretched out in the rubies, or swimming in a pool of coins. From what he could see, she wasn't there, but the room was huge, so she could have been there somewhere, hiding behind a pile of coins, or a solid gold cart.
One thing he did see though, was the sword that was on the pedestal the day before, lying embedded in a pile of coins, as if carelessly discarded. In its place, in a glass dome, stood a single, perfect black rose.