Secrets Revealed(5): Rite of Passage...
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...Waking up slowly, I growled slightly, and nuzzled Variss, causing her to moan a little and roll to the side. Sometime during sleep, I had pulled out of her, my waist still moist from our combined lovemaking as I shifted slightly. She murmured and laid upon her side leaving me free to move a little. The others were sprawled around me and I grinned, all of them sleeping peacefully, their scents filling the air. Looking to Tianna, she was the closest to me, one arm draped over my right leg, muzzle laying beside my waist as she purred softly. Looking over her striped form, I bent lower and stroked her cheek gently. She stirred and yawned slightly, turning her golden gaze to look up at me with a smile. Scratching just behind her ears, she purred deeply, arching back and letting out a muffled moan as she crawled closer. Bending lower to kiss her, I parted my lips slightly, toung slipping out to taste her, being taken in with a great full purr. Her body was warm and smooth, orange/black fur silky to the touch. Our toungs twined, slipping around each other, tasting, probing, pulling back to tease a little as she straddled my waist.
"Mmmmm...can't sleep, Draven?" she whispered, nuzzling my neck and dragging her rough toung over the scales. I shivered with delight at sensation, the scales starting to rise over my scent glands. Her grin only became wider as she drew circles around them with unsheathed claws.
"Not...really..."I crooned in return, nibbling on a tuft of fur on the side of her neck, making her arch back and grind her sex against my sheath...
***
I never thought that a dragon could be so gentle, his touch was lighter than a feather when he stroked certain parts of my form, other times his scratches just hard enough to elicit a deep purr from my throat. My body burned with need, stomach and loins aching to feel this youthful, strong male deep inside my body, moving powerfully. I could feel his male hood hardening between us as I stroked it with my warm, moist slit. Arching back, I cried out silently, his lips having found my hard nipples and suckling ever so lightly. It sent tingles through my body, making my tail thrash as I pressed against his lips. Hearing some of the others shift, I stiffened, but only for a moment before Draven's growl sent me into another series of shudders. Trailing paws down his chest, to belly and then waist, I was surprised to find that his shaft was already rock hard and throbbing quickly.
Grinning, I took hold of his shoulders again and ground my hot, moist slit against his man hood.
***
Growling deeply, I rested my forehead against her shoulder as she teased me, crooning almost constantly as Tianna teased me slowly. It was almost agonizing not being able to slide into her, each time I tried, the tigress rose slightly, hands guiding my phallus away from her slit gently until she could tease the head between her lower lips. Grinning down upon me, she licked my neck with her toung once more, the sandpaper feeling of it making me whimper slightly.
"Mmmmm...Ready are we?" she whispered, closing eyes a moment. "Getting so hot..." Tianna purred, the vibrations sent through her body and into mine made me gasp, arms tightening around her striped form. She nodded and rose up again, her paws stroking my shaft quickly then stopping as she felt my body tense. Giving a slight grow, she moved the tip of my phallus just inside of her sex and gyrated her hips a bit. Tianna looked up at me, grinning before she suddenly impaled herself upon my rock hard shaft. She hissed, biting her lip, eyes closed tightly as her body engulfed my member eagerly. Sliding my taloned hands to her ass, I squeezed gently, holding her up so that she had time to adjust to my size. Close to a third of my phallus fit into Tianna's slick, burning sex before it ground against her cervix. Bracing her hands upon my shoulders, she started riding me slowly, whimpering slightly, mixing with purrs as her muscles tightened. I groaned, head back, eyes closed as I allowed the feline form to slowly bring climax to both of us. I felt the others stir slightly, moaning as their dreams took on an erotic quality. The air became heavy with our scents, intoxicating, the warmth of our forms, of our juices coating scales, fur, and cushions alike. I thrust my hips gently, making her cry out as my member stretched the walls of Tianna's vagina nearly beyond it's capability with each movement. Falling back against Variss's scaled side, I moved to crouch over her, thrusting still and groaning with each moment. She roared without warning, cumming around my shaft, her body quivering and clenching me tighter. I smiled, far from being near my own. Taking her hands gently, I pulled them above her head and started to thrust harder, grinding the head of my phallus against the deepest part of her vagina. She cried out again, bucking against each motion of my hips, tail thrashing as her head shook from side to side. Snaking my head down, I flicked her nipples with my toung, causing her to growl and moan. Lips parted to take her hardened nipples in and I suckled very lightly, teething, pulling and twisting the pink, savory flesh gently. Tianna's second orgasm was longer, her body shuddering beneath me like a leaf as she lost herself in a sexual whirlwind. My hips started tensing and I whimpered, not wanting to cum but my body ached to do so, my balls swollen with seed, shaft pulsing quickly with my heartbeat. Again she cried out, curling up towards me, claws digging into my scales as she bucked her hips against mine, her velvety sex touching an extremely sensitive part of my shaft in the process.
My roar was muffled as I bit my lip, arching backwards like a drawn bow, shaft ejaculating bubbling cum into the tigress again and again and again...
***
It was well past morning by the time I woke up, human and smelling of many things. I felt great, rested and more relaxed than ever before, the worries I had been thinking over last night were at the back of my mind. The others were not present and I had been left laying in the cushions, covered with sweat and the juices of seven females. Sleep had not truly come to me until my desires had been slaked sometime late last night. One of my harem waking shortly after I wore the others out, pleasing them immensely and leaving them shuddering upon the cushions. I had to say that being a dragon did have some advantages. Thinking this, I found the nearest washroom and had a long, hot shower before heading up to the mansion to find something to eat for breakfast.
Sibbean Phang, the Phoenix and Mary Andersen, the Raccoon, were the only ones left in the mansion.
Sibbean wore a light silk robe that concealed her petite form adequately, yet didn't hide her curves as much as I thought it might. Her human form was athletic, and not at all the porcelain delicacy that I thought most Oriental women showed. If anything, her presence, the expression inside her jade eyes, hinted at so much more.
Mary was almost the opposite, brunette hair, voluptuous form, and a playful attitude that I couldn't help but smile at. She wore a light blue tank top, black skin tight shorts and a dolphin pendant that gleamed with silver. Looking up, both of them smiled, Mary blushing slightly.
"Morning," I said, smiling and going to the fridge and taking out the milk.
"Morning Draven. Sleep well?" Sibbean asked, grinning, her jade eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Very well, thanks to you and the others," I replied, pouring myself a glass, and then taking a seat at the table after putting the carton away.
"I'm sure," Mary snickered slightly, blush turning her cheeks a deep rose in color. Chuckling, I nodded and lightly ran my fingers up her bare arm, then did the same to Sibbean. It was so different from touching fur or feathers, but not enough to make it unpleasant.
"So, what's happening today? I didn't see Variss or the others around when I woke up this morning," I asked, taking a sip of my drink.
"They're out shopping for a few things that we still need here. Not to mention arranging some specialty foods for the evenings," Mary supplied.
Sibbean nodded and added, "As well as inviting a few people over for a house warming celebration that's happening tonight. In the meantime, Mary and I are going to try and teach you some martial arts."
"Ok. May I ask why?" Mary sighed and looked at Sibbean as the Phoenix returned her gaze. I felt slightly uneasy at this turn of expression and the feeling in the room itself. I looked from one to the other, seeking an answer.
"What's wrong? You both seem like I'm either about to get some terrible news or that I've got a death warrant handing over my head," I commented.
"It's customary for a new male Dragon to be challenged as to their right to both home and any females he has. Usually by another male of the same age," Sibbean told me, her eyes locking with mine.
"How far do the fights for...Ownership...Go?" I said silently, not wishing to know the extent of what I may have to do.
"Usually until one of you gives up, or in some cases...until death."
***
Sweat covered my brow and chest as I tried to catch my breath. Every muscle in my body ached but I wasn't going to back down. Both of the young women were apt teachers, each one making it very clear that they could defend themselves quite easily if the need for it arose. I had surprised them on more than one occasion, memories slipping from the back of my mind to take shape as defensive or offensive moves. The more Sibbean and Mary pressed me, the more adept I became to fending them off and delivering a few hits of my own. The basics had been skipped in favor of seeing how much I could recall and do on my own. First, one on one, then both Sibbean and Mary at the same time, against me.
Breathing hard, I tried to compose myself as they circled around me. I could feel where they were without looking, my senses heightened like never before as I tried to anticipate their attack.
Sibbean moved first, coming at me from behind as Mary moved to jump kick me from the side. Instinct and memories took over and I recalled something from the past again. Dropping to the side, left hand braced me against the ground as my right foot made contact with Mary's ankle, knocking her into an uncontrolled spin. Sibbean's rolling kick went under my legs as I completed my sideways spin, landing on both feet. Both recovered, and the latter came at me with a flurry of kicks and punches while Mary tried to get behind. I blocked what I could but still received a sound thrashing from her, barely getting any of my own attacks in. Something warned me about Mary closing in and I knew there was no way to avoid it. Or was there?
My whole form tingled suddenly, and the desire to get out of the way consumed me. It's impossible to explain exactly what happened next. My body felt charged with energy, the weariness before washed away as the entire room darkened. I slid to the side and backhanded Mary as she lunged at where I had been. Light returned to the room and I heard the bone jarring impact of Mary and Sibbean crashing together. Rushing over, I helped both of them sit up and asked how they felt, face full of concern. Mary sat back, shaking her head, hand pressed to her temple as she bit her lip. Sibbean was laying back down, holding her shoulders and breathing quickly.
"What the hell did you just do?" Mary asked, glaring at me, one hand moving gingerly over her skull.
"I'm not sure. It...felt like I was sliding over ice or something. All I wanted to do was get out of the way before you hit me," I said rather sheepishly, running a hand gently her neck and shoulder.
"You ?slid'?" Sibbean asked, looking up at me, her eyes wide.
"That's what it felt like," I told her, nodding slightly.
"You think you can do it again?" I shook my head, unsure of the answer. "Ok then. Mary, break out the weapons. I think the only way Draven will learn to control his Ri'kisai is to be put in danger again."
"Ri'kisai?" I asked blankly.
"Ri'kisai is a special talent that some of the mythical beings have or furs in general. Some have only one, but others have been known to use eight or more at once. Think of them as martial art techniques that you see in some Anime films. A few are outlandish, but there are some that can be quite useful. I don't know what the American term for such things is," Sibbean replied, standing up slowly. Doing the same I thought about her words and tried to understand what I had just done.
I looked around the training room again and shook my head slightly. The room was about 30 feet wide and 50 feet long. The far end dropped about 3feet down and was enclosed in a barrier or gymnastic mats. The floor was likewise, making it so that any impact would not be as hard on the body as bare ground or concrete. It created a sparring area that was 20 square feet in total. Before that were weight sets exercise machines, and a small massage area. Watching Mary pull a hidden lever in one of the padded walls, my eyes widened as I saw the collection of weapons revealed to me. Three panels lifted, revealing display hooks and shelves of every different blade, club, staff, and throwing weapons that did everything from incapacitate to kill.
Mary unhooked a long sword and Sibbean pulled out a Nagata staff weapon. Similar to the large bladed glave, the main difference was the size of the blade at the end. It was long and slim, meant for stabbing and slashing attacks, good for getting between pieces of armor. I backed off from them, a little intimidated by the sight of naked steel in their hands.
"Try to disarm us. Don't worry, we'll make sure nothing vital is hurt," Mary to me with a grin, slashing the air with a few strokes. Now I was starting to panic. Mary brought her sword around in an arc, making me lean back and to the side, only to roll past Sibbean spinning slash. Twice their weapons bit deep into the pads that helped to keep bruises to a minimum, each time I almost paused, remembering at the last instant that they were not holding back. I tensed and felt something graze my back and I reacted without thinking. The room darkened a second time and I spun out of the way, left hand coming up to catch Sibbean weapon just under the blade and twisting it sharply. Wood splintered then snapped, the blade dropping to the ground, but I didn't stop moving there. My right hand slapped aside Mary's weapon then grabbed hold of it by the edge as she swept it around her body to strike again. I pulled it from her grasp and sent it flying into the nearest wall as I kicked her legs out from under her and kneed Sibbean in the stomach. Both of them went down as I shifted away from them, coming to a stop by the entrance to the sparring area. Smiling slightly, I helped them up a second time, keeping them steady.
"He can be taught," Mary said, leaping up to wrap her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely before backing off and laughing at my expression of surprise. Sibbean chuckled as well, standing up easily and also embracing me warmly. Grinning, I willed myself out of her grasp and turned the tables, appearing between them and wrapping my arms around their waists as I became a dragon. They yelled for me to put them down as I carried them out of the room and into another, which held the hot tub. It was big enough for five people to fit inside of comfortably, and the water was already on and bubbling. Slipping into the warm jets, I unceremoniously let go of both young women and was rewarded with twin screams of protest. Dunking under the water, I surfaced only to receive two playful slaps and a wet furry kiss from Mary...
***
A few hours later found me helping to prepare a few things for the Gathering that night, though there was little for me to do in way of actual work. Mostly I was helping Mary, Sibbean, Iolen, and the others choose dresses for the evening. Most of them were conservative in a sense, not showing a lot of bare skin, yet not hiding the shape of their forms. Once that was finished, they set about putting together something for me to wear from the wardrobe in the master bedroom. By the time they had finished going through almost everything in the closet and drawers, I was wearing a black vest with gold scrolling, light blue shirt, black dress pants and socks as well as a wide green sash to go over my belt. The last touch was a pendant representing a dragons skull done in silver, the jaw still attached, eye sockets empty. Sivvaren handed me an overcoat of emerald that felt like silk yet held an unusual weight to it.
"What is this made from?" I inquired, tilting my head slightly.
"From Igonwan, a giant silk worm from Africa. His children are the ones that wove it together and it's ten times more resistant than Kevlar to bullets and other projectiles," she replied. Ebony skin matched her scales, her brown eyes were bright and seductive. Athletic as a human, her figure changed to voluptuous once she shifted to her dragon form. Hair was braided tightly, the long stands dotted with beads of varying colors. She matched me for height at 6'6" easily and her touch was as soft as her limbs were strong. "It suits you very well, Draven." I smiled, moving slightly closer and kissing her forehead lightly as my hands caressed her cheeks.
"I thank you for the gift, Sivvaren."
***
Quite a few people showed up for the gathering, more than Ualla and the others had led me to believe. Plato was there among those invited, with two young women on his arms. He didn't talk with me right away since I was busy greeting the other guests that were arriving. More than a few women arrived, preceding men that I took to be their consorts. In a way, it was nice to see that kind of difference in the society compared to the regular one that we had to deal with everyday. Ualla stayed with me, looking extremely beautiful in a light blue gown. Tanned skin was almost golden under the lights of the mansion, dark hair held back by hidden clips except for a few braided locks that hung down past her right cheek, a few raven feathers adding to her beauty. Eyes were a blue to match her dress, holding a coldness that dimmed only slightly when certain guests approached or when her gaze met my own. The others were doing their parts to entertain or direct conversation until the last people had arrived. I was about to turn away when something moved at the end of the driveway, catching my attention. The limo was like any other I had seen, a dark black that shone in the night as the driveway lights reflected off it. The one stepping out of it though, I didn't expect.
He stood a foot and a half taller than I, and wore clothing one would expect to see on a professional wrestler. Violet tights stenciled with silver lightning bolts and skulls on the black shiny boots. Caucasian, hair was down past shoulders, face covered by a blond scruffy patch of a beard. No shirt was visible beneath the lock black leather trench he wore. If anything, he looked like a bad version of the Terminator on drugs. Six women left the limo behind him, all of them fawning over the size of the mansion and saying things about how the owner could be no match for Gorth. Keeping a polite smile upon my face, I bowed slightly.
"Welcome to my home, Sir. May the hospitality and good Will here return with you to your own," I said, also extending a hand.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm Gorth Yurgisad, and I'm here to kick the shit out of someone by the name of Draven," he said, voice deep and full of arrogance. Taking my hand he squeezed it hard enough to make my bones creak slightly. Smiling, at this, I increased my own grip until Gorth's smile was replaced by uncertainty.
"Then it is my ass that you'll be wanting to kick. I'm Draven, but I would suggest that you enjoy the hospitality of my home first, then decide if you still wish to fight," I replied coldly, smile grim. He tried pulling back, but I held his hard in a grip that was like pure titanium steel.
"Very well then," he grunted, forcing a smile of his own. Gesturing for him to join the others, Ualla took my arm and we followed.
Many of the people passed before me in a whirlwind of introductions, others staying in my only because something about their clothing was memorable. It didn't last however. Gorth was soon shouting and laughing, making obscene gestures in my direction as the evening wore on.
"You'll have to make the challenge sometime soon," Plato told me, as he was guided to me by Variss. She was wearing a simple dress patterned to resemble her serpentine scales, it fit skin tight and revealed just enough to reveal the valley of her breasts. She was another dark beauty, similar to Ualla, but it was Egyptian rather than that of the First Nations people of Canada. Eyes painted as the rulers of that sandy oasis kingdom had been so long ago. Looking at Plato, I raised an eyebrow.
"I will not be the one to start a fight, Plato. You should know that if anything else," I replied, glancing at him then at Gorth. The giant ended another story of an opponent he had defeated and humiliated among other things, then stood up and grinned at me.
"As is my Right, before those gathered here, I claim the Right of Challenge against Draven!" He shouted, smashing his glass against the wall to emphasize his words. The girls Gorth had brought squealed with glee and clapped like spectators hearing that their favorite wrestler was about to enter the ring. A few others clapped, but the rest merely turned to look in my direction expectantly. Gently breaking free of Ualla's grip on my arm, I walked forward and gave a slight nod.
"I accept the challenge. What shall the fight be until?" I replied, keeping my stance neutral.
"Hahahahaha...Until one of us is crippled or dead, boy. Until one if crippled or Dead," he said, striding forward. Bowing, I led him to the sparring room, but it had changed since I had trained with Sibbean and Mary this morning. The padding on the walls had been removed, as well as the floor. Instead, the ground was covered with pebbles that had been smoothed to keep from any cuts one might suffer upon their feet. Shrugging out of his trench, Gorth eagerly jumped into the area and started acting like an idiot. His girls cheered him on, trying to get others in the crowd to do likewise. Many looked at them with disapproving expressions as I waited for the noises to die down slightly.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened them shortly after. My clothing darkened to pitch and seemed to crawl over my form, like living shadows. They crawled, sliding off of my form and turning back into clothing upon reaching a bench, leaving me in a pair of black shorts. Gort laughed at this and cracked both of his knuckles as I stepped into the sparring area.
"What does the victor receive?" I asked, standing on the edge.
"I get your women, mansion and any money you have. You get a long wooden box," he told me chuckling.
"If that is your wish," I said, giving a wry smile. Gorth rushed me, hands out to try and grab some part of my body. Dropping, I twisted and sent a knee straight into his gut. I instantly regretted the move but not the effect it had. It was as if I kicked a cement wall, but it sent Gorth staggering back a few feet. Standing up again, I flexed my right leg a moment, and tilted my head to the side.
"Why do you wish to fight me, Gorth? Have I done something to insult you without knowing it?" I asked as we circled each other.
"Only by existing," he said, then changed his form of attack. His leg shot out in a sweeping kick, catching my shoulder and knocking me to the side. Shaking my head, eyes locked onto him as he started to change. Skin darkened to an angry red, as if sunburned, some of the flesh peeling back and reforming as scales. His hair whipped out and melted together, forming curved spikes as the skin on the sides of Gorths temples split to allow the horns to sprout out of his skull. They curved forward like those of a bull, becoming black as pitch. Gorths body didn't grow taller or change very much beyond the addition of scales, claws, and tail, but it was draconic. He roared a challenge and charged again. Ruby flames issuing from his fanged maw. ?Now!'
Gorth plunged headlong into the wall and howled in furry as I stopped behind him, having avoided the attack at the last moment. Skin thickened and I soon stood as a dragon as well, matching him for height if not girth. Pulling himself out of the wall, Gorth growled and didn't seem to care that I had changed.
"Bastard, I'll make you pay for showing me up like a child," he growled, trying to tackle me. Instead of that, our fingers locked together and I was pushed back a few feet. Gorths claws dug into my scales and bit deeply, his grin of confidence something out of a children's nightmare. My tail thrashed as I fought to hold my ground, talons digging deep into the pebbles. "Come on, give in you weakling. You don't deserve those females or this place. They belong to me. They did from the moment you stepped into this place. Even that bitch Rionel."
"What do you know of her?" I snarled, feeling my blood starting to boil.
"Hehehehe, she was mine before she went off to Awaken you. You, a little pouting fuck of a silver dragon," he said, spitting crimson flames in my face. I didn't feel them, nor did I care, I flexed the fingers on both hands and was rewarded with the sound of something like tiles being crushed beneath them as I tightened my grip again. "The bitch wanted to leave my service and as part of the agreement I made with each woman I have, she needed to do one last thing for me. Unfortunately, I think I ripped her a little during that time two nights ago." That was the last thing he ever said to me before I lost control of my rage. Kicking him in the gut, I grabbed his right wrist and sank my claws into the scales just above his tail. I lifted up Gorth and threw him into the wall, wood and concrete giving way. Someone in the crowd screamed as I yanked him out and threw him back against the opposite wall. Before the red dragon had a chance to move I was standing over him, claws fully extended. Screaming with rage, both hands stabbed downwards, through scales, muscle, and bone as claws tore through his shoulders. Black blood spurted slightly, painting my scales with pitch as it welled up between my fingers. His bellow of pain was enjoyable to hear, along with the cries of his females. Ripping my hands out of his shoulders, I grabbed Gorths throat and lifted him up with ease, raising my right hand and getting ready to ram it through his chest.
"DRAVEN STOP!!"
I paused, tightening my grip to choke Gorth as I turned to look at the person who had spoken.
Rionel was standing at the edge of the crowd, wearing her dark cloak, face full of fear and disbelief. "Please, don't kill him, Draven," she pleaded, moving to the stairs leading into the sparring area.
"Give me a reason not to?" I snarled, making my opponent gasp for breath. His tail thrashed and both hands were trying in vain to loosen my grip. She was silent, eyes dropping to the ground, and I could feel the injuries Gorth hand inflicted upon her.
"No mercy for one like him. No mercy," I said grimly, turning back and ramming my right hand into Gorths flesh again. For a split moment, I hesitate, just long enough to keep myself from killing him, but not from hurting him more. He howled in pain as my claws ripped through the muscles of his inner left thigh, causing the leg to go limp. "This is your one and only chance to give up, Gorth," I said in a low guttural growl. "Else I do more than maim you..." He nodded slightly and I let him fall to the ground where he was, the girls he brought with him tumbled into the arena and started to try and staunch the flowing blood. Looking down at them, I breathed a sigh of relief, becoming human again. "I make no claim on your women, home, or money, Gorth Yurgisad. Keep what you have and be thankful that I didn't do more. For the insult you've given me and Rionel, it was within my right to do so."
No one said a word among the others gathered, not even Rionel as I staggered from the sparring area and almost collapsed...
***
That Gathering was pretty much at an end after that, the guests leaving in silence or a stretcher, bound for Sanctuary to be healed. As for myself, I made my way to the hot tub to try and regain control of my shivering form as the adrenalin ran out quickly. My mind felt like a whirlwind had taken up residence somewhere inside of it, emotions running every direction I thought possible.
"Draven? May I come in?" Rionel asked, knocking on the door to the hot tub room.
"Yes," I said, sinking in the water until only my head was visible above the rippling surface. She entered slowly, her cloak and clothing gone except for a white silk robe she wore. Locking eyes with her, I kept my face expressionless, waiting for her to say something else. The female lupine stepped closer, until she was just a few steps from entering the hot tub as well. There was uneasy silence for the longest time until she broke eye contact.
"I'm sorry, I...I should have said something about Gorth before hand," she told me at last, her body shaking slightly.
"Why didn't you call me to say what he had done to you, Rionel?" I said, voice cold and slightly breathless. "I would have done something before tonight. I would have tried to help you."
"I know."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I was...afraid of what Gorth would do to you. As he made all of us swear, if any of the women in his harem wished to leave, then he could demand one more night of service from us. I had no choice," she whispered, her body starting to shake even more. "I didn't want to stay with him any longer, and after being assigned to Awaken you completely, I knew there was no way I would find the same compassion with Gorth that you shared. He treats his women like toys...or worse." I closed my eyes as I felt the pain saying this caused Rionel. Rising out of the water, I moved towards Rionel and held her close to me. She sobbed and clung to me, her robe falling open as we embraced. I held her for a long time before pulling back and sliding the cloth from her shoulders, wincing a little as I saw the welts and slashes covering her body. Something stirred in the back of my mind and I closed my eyes, allowing the memory of magic to come forward. I kissed each injury softly, a tear falling from my eyes as I pulled Rionel into the tub to join me. Along one wall was a small heated massage table that could be swung over the water, and I gently guided her over to it. With each kiss her body shivered, I could feel the skin healing itself beneath my fingers. With my heightened senses, I looked inside of her and nearly uttered a cry of sorrow and rage for what Gorth had done. Hands came to rest above her womb, not fertile or filled, but nearly torn ragged by whatever the crimson dragon had done and I shuddered, calling for whatever powers I still had buried to come forth. Rionel gasped and arched backwards, eyes wide, but whether from pleasure or from the pins and needles sensation I knew was going through her body. A flash of light appeared from under her fur and just as quickly faded as Rionel became whole once more. I sank back onto one of the submerged benches, feeling a little more drained than before. Rionel pushed the bench back against the wall and slowly sank into the water, moving to sit upon my lap. Holding her close, arms tightened around Rionel as she held my head to her breasts, rocking her hips gently against mine. I closed my eyes and nuzzled her gently, lips brushing her nipples before parting to take that of her right one and suckling ever so gently.
The Lupine moaned and arched backwards as her fingers curled around handfuls of my hair, pressing my face against her as her sex ground against my man hood. Groaning slightly, I shifted, letting my pulsing phallus slide against her slit as it quickly hardened under her care. We continued to rock for a bit longer before Rionel pulled back and reached down to gently stroke my shaft with one hand, making me quiver as the water jetted over the tip. Muscles in my hips tensed and I had to curl forward slightly to avoid ejaculation right then and there. Rionel's left hand ran gently through my hair as she altered her form, breasts becoming covered in moist short fur as I nuzzled them, gasping slightly as she growled.
"Don't change, Draven...please?" she whispered, rising up enough to place the tip of my phallus inside the lips of her vagina and teased me as she murred. "Take me as you are..." My hands slid up over her back, grasping her shoulders and tufts of fur at the same time as I raised my head to look into her eyes. Grinning, she impaled herself without warning, our cries of surprise echoing strangely around us. It was a different sensation, making love to her as a human, everything heightened by the ebb and flow of water as it moved between us. Each time I pulled back and Rionel lifted herself off, warm water flooded her sex, only to be forced out in a rush as I entered her again. We moved slowly, holding back and not wishing to climax too soon. It felt incredible, the water around us, her tail wagging back and forth, brushing my balls slightly as she arched back, moaning. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and groaned with each thrust of my hips, going deep into her, the head of my shaft pressing hard against her cervix as the walls quivered slightly around it.
"Stay-with me..." She whimpered, slowing down a little more and shaking her head, body tensing. "So..cloooo-ahhh...." Biting her lip, I ignored her and moved faster, unable to hold back any longer. Rionel howled, claws digging into my shoulders as her breasts bounced and splashed before me. I drove my shaft hard and deep, hands grabbing Rionels hips to hold her on me, feeling my balls pulling up into my body. Rionels canine vagina clutched my member tightly as she climaxed hard, howling at the top of her lungs as I gave a guttural cry of pleasure, coating her walls with wave after wave of my hot thick seed. Clutching her close, I panted hard, trying to regain my breath as her body milked my shaft for all I was worth.
"Don't ever leave me," I whispered, burying my face between her breasts and hugging tightly.
"Never, My Lord," She whimpered, riding me slowly for a few moments longer. "Never will I leave you...."