A Delightful Surprise
White Wizard's Daughter: A Delightful Surprise
In which a young woman's unusual companion teaches her about a new kind of pleasure. (3900 words)
Human, Wyvern, Dragon, M/F, Vaginal, Oral, Hand-job, First Time, Fantasy
2010 Gren Drake
Eph leaned back in the wooden recliner and watched the clouds through the partially retracted ceiling of her father's workshop. Around her were his tools and his books just as he'd left them when he'd disappeared five years before. She knew nothing about magic and was not interested in learning so she'd left them alone. Not even the wind dared disturb them.
Her father, the white wizard, was known for giving potions to those in need and thanks to his spells it was impossible for anyone to deceive him about their need. More than once she had heard his muttered complaints about how much time it took from his research, but who would tend the peasants if not he? They still sometimes came around though less then before and it always saddened her to send them away empty-handed, but what could she do? Even papa's move to the depth of the northern forests hadn't dissuaded them and he'd always told her he couldn't send them away empty handed.
She sighed, her gaze still lingering on the clouds. They were moving at a frantic pace so she suspected it was quite windy out. Hopefully Fig would return soon; she worried for him when it got windy. It was all too easy to imagine the wind tossing him about as it had her father's papers before he'd spelled the dome to keep the weather out. Fig was her only company since papa had disappeared and though he could not speak he was very solicitous of her welfare and comfort. A better friend she could not ask for.
Sometimes he even brought her gifts and not dead rodents like papa's cats had. Whatever had happened to them? She could not recall seeing his cats since he had disappeared. Or the rodents. Fig's gifts were simple things, bright flowers or rocks polished by a river to perfect smoothness, exposing the veins within.
A dark shadow appeared in the sky bringing a sigh of relief to her lips. She watched Fig glide through the open roof, the weather-repellant spell not slowing him, and he back-winged as he reached the ground at her side. She could feel the draft from the wingbeats blow across her and heard papa's papers rustle.
A flower was held gently in his jaws and he dropped it onto her lap. She picked it up, careful not to prick herself on the numerous thorns on its stem. The petals were a lovely violet with patches of angry red and were tipped with a pale pink. The stem was a deep green with a white stripe curling down its length. Despite her care she accidentally caught a finger on one of the thorns discovering thereby that the thorns were soft to the touch and bent easily.
"Its beautiful!" she said as she reached out and wrapped her free arm around his head, pulling it against her chest. The ear and short horn on the side of his head pressed into her skin, but she didn't mind that anymore than when he accidentally nipped her with his needlelike teeth. "Let's go find somewhere to put it."
She stood, her hand trailing over his smooth hide as he looked at her with jaws parted slightly; a toothy grin to show his pleasure "You had a good flight then Fig?" she asked. He nuzzled her and ran his long, narrow tongue over her exposed belly; her shirt ended just below her breasts where papa said all women's shirts should end. Young women's, he had amended later.
Fig followed her on all fours, his wings supporting him much as papa's cat's forelegs had. His bounding gait made up for his smaller size; she couldn't recall him ever having trouble keeping up, though when he was smaller she'd carried him on her shoulder. Sadly he weighed too much for that now and she could only have him beside her. She missed the intimacy, but had grown used to it. She hadn't been able to carry him like that for a long time.
One of the dressers in her bedroom held vases for the flowers Fig brought. After setting the flower on top of the dresser she sorted through them with Fig standing beside her on his hind-legs. His thick tail trailed down between his legs then along the floor. The tip wagged eagerly. It didn't take her long to narrow the choices down to two and she held these up for Fig to see. One was a translucent violet, matching the colour of the petals. The colour became more solid as it reached the base; the very top was clear and the bottom couple of centimetres opaque. The other vase was a simple white colour save for a red stripe that ran around it much like the stripe on the flower.
"Which do you think?" she asked him. He considered each for a moment in turn finally pointing to the violet vase with his rounded snout. She put the other away before heading for the kitchen and Fig dropped back to all fours to follow her. Once in the kitchen she filled the vase with water from the pump and returned to her bedroom. The flower slid into the vase's narrow neck easily, the thorns easily bending as they passed through.
The next few hours she contentedly rearranged the vases already present to make a fitting place for the newest one. Each flower Fig brought her was different and needed special care in placement. Fig stretched out on her bed and watched as she did this, his eyes positively glowing with joy.
"Lovely, isn't it?" she asked afterwards, settling onto the edge of her bed beside her companion. "Your flowers are all so wonderful." He nodded and she caught his head in her heads, clasping it in a powerful embrace and planting a kiss on the top of his head. She glanced at the window, looking at the forest that surrounded the building for a moment. "Its almost lunch; let's go see what the kitchen's serving today!" She let go of Fig's head as she bounced off her bed and headed to the kitchen. She didn't look back; she knew Fig would be following her so there was no need.
Two heaping plates awaited them there. Baked potatoes, sauteed vegetables on a bed of rice, and roasted chicken had been laid out on the low table and she knelt on the cushion in front of her portion. Papa had always said eating was an earthy task best done on one's knees, though he'd laughed when she asked why, if it was so earthy, the kitchen was on the second floor. Fig settled on his haunches across from her. Lacking hands he couldn't use the same utensils as her and papa, but his extra wing-fingers, longer than her own and much shorter than his wingspar, were dextrous enough that he could pick up the larger items. The rice and vegetables he had to dip his muzzle in. Despite this he was a dainty eater and made even less of a mess than she did.
When they finished eating Fig was as immaculate as ever with only slight greasy marks on his wing-fingers and snout and even those he was quickly licking off, his vibrant red tongue making short work of them. She made rather a larger mess and when she stood and looked down at herself she decided she needed a bath.
"Let's have a long soak this afternoon Fig," she told her companion. He eagerly stood; she could not recall him ever being less than eager for one of her suggestions. When she entered the bathing room the tub was already filled with steaming water, inviting her in. First, however, she needed to undress; papa had told her only to bath nude and alone, though he had made an exception to the last for Fig.
As she pulled her shirt off, folding it and putting it in the cabinet near the door, Fig was pulling himself over the edge of the tub. He slid smoothly into the water as she bent to remove her pants and had resurfaced when she'd straightened to fold them. She set them on her shirt and put her sandals on top. When they were done bathing, her clothes would also be clean.
She stepped into the tub, sliding into the water so carefully there was barely a ripple. A small shelf attached to the side of the tub held a bar of soap and she picked this up, quickly building up the lather on her hands. Then she began to rub Fig down, her fingers seeking every crevice of his body, scrubbing his smooth hide thoroughly to remove any speck of dust there. He squirmed under this treatment, twitching and whuffing as her fingers sought sensitive flesh to tickle. Once he was clean and driven senseless by this she worked on washing herself.
The water was as clear afterwards as when she'd begun, having cleaned itself the same way as her clothes. The soap was back on its shelf, soon forgotten. She reached for Fig and he stepped into her eager hands which pulled him against her, his hips beside hers, his torso across hers, and his head on her shoulder. One wing wrapped around her while the other wing clasped the side of her chest, tucked under her arm. Said arm gently stroked his head and back. He pressed back into her touch and she smiled at him, a simple expression of pure joy.
"It's so good feeling you against me," she said; it was nothing she hadn't said a hundred times before, but she still got a soft nuzzle and lick for it.
They remained like that for a time, but slowly her hands developed the need to do something. She started to stand, a signal to Fig to move back. They both exited the tub at the same time. Eph pulled a towel out of a cabinet and dried Fig then used another towel to dry herself.
She spent the rest of the afternoon sketching. Many of the sketches were of Fig or papa's workshop, but she also did several from memory of her papa. Not too many of the last, though. Sketching him reminded her of how much she missed him; she wished he'd come back.
As the sky started to darken she smiled at Fig who returned the expression as best he was able. Setting her pencil on a nearby table she stood and together they made their way to her bedroom once more.
Again her clothes were folded neatly and placed in a cabinet. She turned to her bed, the covers turned down perfectly for her, and slipped in. Fig hopped up onto the bed as well, and stretched against her, his head nestled between her breasts. She pulled the covers over the both of them. Even with papa gone, with Fig so close to her she felt safe and happy.
Fig moved, startling Eph. Their routine had been unchanged as long as they'd been together save to accommodate him when he was growing. Now he'd taken his head from her breasts and she could feel it sliding along her flesh towards her feet. It stopped over her belly; she felt his tongue on her and she giggled. He squirmed against her and as he did his tongue shifted downwards until it reached a small nubbin of flesh she had never paid much attention to and as that smooth, slick muscle ran over it she felt an electric thrill run through her body.
"Oh!" she cried, her hands clutching at her immaculate bedding. She had never felt anything like it, but the strange sensation was not unpleasant. Quite the opposite. She couldn't help but tremble as Fig licked her a second time then a third. Why, she wondered, had she never felt so before? Fig had licked her in many places without her body reacting that-
The thought was interrupted as he licked her again. She tore her hands from her bedding to slip them under the covers to caress her companion's head. He continued licking her, each lick bringing more pleasure than the last. Why had papa never told her she could feel this way?
She wanted to return the attention he was giving her, to give him some fragment of the pleasure he was giving her, but she didn't know how. Did he have a place like hers that brought pleasure so readily? She slipped one of her hands under him, exploring his belly. It was difficult to concentrate with the sensations his tongue was bringing her, but her fingers were still able to find a bump just past his belly and between his legs. She'd always known it was there of course, but she had never thought about it, just as she'd never thought about the little bump Fig's tongue was so wonderfully stimulating. He didn't seem to react to her touch the way she was enjoying his tongue and she was about to give up when her finger slipped into an opening she hadn't known about. Inside was a shaft of flesh. He jerked as she touched this, his snout bouncing into her place-of-sensitive-delights bringing a wave of pleasure so strong it hurt.
"Sorry," she said, starting to pull her hand away, "I hadn't meant to-" he interrupted her, thrusting his hips forward so that her finger penetrated into him again, deeper this time, and he returned to licking her, more roughly now as though distracted. The pleasure this brought was stronger, but not painful. She could feel the shaft of flesh inside him becoming harder, thicker. It began to extend out of his body, pushing her finger out of him as it did.
Her body was becoming moist with sweat that would have glistened had there been any light. Her breath came as ragged pants as her heart beat faster, her mind whirling with the sensations Fig's tongue was bringing her. She tried to stroke the shaft now pressing against her, but her touch was ragged as she was having trouble focusing on anything. Even as her mind was filled with wondrous, delightful thoughts her body arched against her companion, pressing her sensitive flesh harder against his tongue.
Fig's shaft had started to exude moisture and this was quickly caught beneath her fingers and spread over its length, slickening it so her hand moved easily over its surface. It twitched beneath her fingers, pulsing with his heartbeat even as he continued to rock his hips, thrusting his shaft against her.
Her increasing distraction as his tongue brought her pleasure made the motions of her hand erratic. Then, like a barrier had broken, her body arched and all her muscles tensed. Euphoria overcame her, unfocused images and thoughts of the purest pleasure overwhelming her mind. Unknowingly her fingers tightened, clamping around his member as his hips thrust against her tightened fist.
As she came down from her unexpected high she felt Fig tense against her body, his hips ramming his shaft against her still clenched fist. Spurts of, of something splattered against her side; she could feel each pulse as it travelled down the length of his shaft. It felt hot against her skin at first, but quickly cooled, becoming quite cold. Gingerly touching where the spurts had landed she found the area coated with a thick, sticky fluid. Although she wondered what it was she didn't let her mind dwell on that for long.
Reaching under the blanket she gently pulled Fig's head upwards, towards her own. "Oh Fig; thank you!" She kissed the end of his snout. "That felt so good, so wonderful."
He gave her a slack-jawed, toothy grin then settled his head against her breasts once more. Laying her head back on her pillow she soon feel asleep even despite the cooling patches on her side.
Eph woke with the sun as she always did, wakefulness coming to her but slowly. Fig's weight lay reassuringly across her body; with papa missing it was good to wake up with that reassurance that she wasn't alone. Then her hand brushed the dried, crusty remains of the previous night's activities and she smiled. It had been both a new and a wonderful experience.
When she started to stir it signalled Fig to move allowing her to swing her legs off the bed as she sat up.
"Ah, morning, Fig." She reached over and scratched her companions eye-ridges; his pressed his head against her hand, his eyes closed.
"Last night felt good." Fig ducked his head, hiding his eyes. "Where'd you learn about that?" She paused for a moment. "You can't tell me, I know." He pressed himself harder against her hand, rubbing his brows against her fingers.
She scratched him in silence for a moment as she remembered the previous night.
"Have you known about this long? I wish you could speak and tell me more."
He nodded, not meeting her eyes.
"Why didn't you show me before? That was wonderful!" she didn't expect an answer, but sometimes Fig surprised her; despite being mute he was quite expressive. He did not surprise her this time.
"I wonder if papa knows about this. What do you think Fig?" Her companion nodded. "Still, won't he be so proud of what I've learned on my own!" Fig's eyes rolled in their sockets. Eph stared at him, startled. "You don't think so?" He shook his head.
She was torn; Fig seemed to doubt that papa wanted her to know about this source of pleasure and she had no reason to disbelieve him yet papa always wanted the best for her; he'd told her that almost daily. Nothing but the best for his daughter, everything a good girl might want. He'd even apologized to her that he couldn't give her a horse like many girls desired as the creature wouldn't fit in the tower. Why she'd want a horse, whatever a horse was, instead of her beloved Fig she simply could not imagine. Why papa would want to keep such a source of pleasure secret she did not understand, but she knew he would have a good reason.
As her mind battled with the contradiction she stared at Fig. He had been a present for her after she'd mentioned getting lonely when papa was in town. Now looking at him stretched out on her bed she could only remember the feelings from the previous night.
"Perhaps," she said, her voice slow, hesitant, "perhaps we could just not tell papa?" The idea of keeping something from papa made her uncomfortable, but if the alternative was to never feel so good again...
Nervously, eyes searching the room as though papa were hiding somewhere within, Fig nodded.
"Could you, could you show me more?"
Slowly Fig nodded. He hopped off the bed, landing neatly on foot and wing-claw, and nudged her back with his snout. She shifted, following his nudges and nuzzles until she was on all fours.
"Are you sure this is right? I don't see how I'm supposed to reach you like this." He cooed, but gave no other response as he disappeared behind her. Then she felt his wing-fingers take hold of her waist. What was he doing? This was nothing like the previous night!
His belly rubbed against her backside and she felt his tail brush against her leg. Then something slipped between her buttocks; his shaft! Why was he using that rather than his far more delightful tongue? She turned her head, started to speak, but then his rod slipped into her and she gasped loudly, her eyes going wide. The shaft stretched her wider than his tongue had and the sensations it caused to flow through her body were unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
Why had papa kept this from her all her life?
Fig rocked his hips backwards, his shaft pulling at her sensitive inner flesh as it slid out eliciting a long moan from her.
As he thrust back in she felt his breath on the back of her neck and then he was nuzzling her, the tip of his tongue delivering tiny licks to her flesh.
As he eased into a slow rhythm she lowered her torso to the floor, pushing back against him. The feel of him inside of her was incomparable and she wanted nothing more, save for papa to come home, than to feel him deeper inside of her.
He thrust into her agonizingly, teasingly slowly and she found herself push back against him to feel him move faster. Gradually he sped up, but her desire to feel him increased apace leaving her perpetually teased by him.
By the time he was at a satisfactory pace she was so lost in the sensations that she barely noticed. She raised her head, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a long, nearly unending moan.
Then his teeth were brushing her neck, their dagger-points brushing over her skin. With every thrust he buried himself as deeply within her as he could and she could feel the insides of his thighs and the rough hide of his groin against her buttocks.
A final swelling burst of pleasure shot outwards from her loins, inundating her mind with the sensations and causing her awareness of the world to fade. As the sensations faded out and the world back in she could feel Fig laying limp on her back. For a moment she feared he had died, but slowly she became aware of his heartbeat and she breathed a sigh of relief. He was, however, still on top of her and, she realized, inside of her.
Reaching up she caressed his brows and the base of his horns. She sighed.
"As much as I like the feel of you against me, Fig, I'm starting to get sore from holding you up." She gently pushed him and he quickly got off of her, flopping onto the floor. His rod was still hard and exposed, a few strands of his thick fluid still attached to the end.
Most of his fluids were still inside her she realized and she reached down to touch herself where he'd penetrated her. Hopefully they wouldn't cause a problem or anything; those that'd dried on her side overnight hadn't caused any reaction so far, but she knew from watching papa's work that some things only started reacting after time had passed. She wished papa were there so she could ask him; she wished he was there so she could share the wonderful discovery as well.
Then she laughed, shaking off her momentary worry. She crouched down next to Fig and caressed his snout.
"Looks like we need another bath, Fig," she said. "Come on, you can show me more of this later."
Slowly, Fig got up, standing on feet and wings. They walked towards the bath together, taking their time to get there.
It was another day and the first in as long as Eph could remember that she had experienced something new without papa showing it to her.
He would be so proud.