Saphira's First Heat
This is a quick story i wrote because there isn't enough Saphira stuff out there. There may be some errors as i didn't proofread it, as i said it was a quick project, but regardless i hope you all enjoy and comments and critisms are more than welcome.
I do not own these characters they are copyrighted by Christopher Paolini
The sun had only just pierced the thick cluster of trees when the morning birds began their chirpy morning chorus. The cool night air was warming slowly, the hint of morning dew blossoming onto the forest floor and reflecting the sunlight like a thousand crystals that covered the floor. The forest was abundant with trees that rose up higher than most could imagine and almost knocked the clouds out of the sky. Some were just trees but others had been carved out to make houses and living quarters for all inside the still living trees and allowing the elves to live without having to remove the ancient trees. The high penthouse at the top of one giant tree belonged to the famous dragon rider Eragon and his dragon Saphira and as the dawn broke outside their window there was only one stirring inside the tree house in Ellesméra.
Saphira opened her large azure eyes, blinking a few times as she roused from her sleep. She opened her large mouth, her long tongue flicking over her sharp white teeth as she yawned her silent praise to the morning and slowly she rolled her frame onto her side, taking solace in the cool morning air as it drifted in through the window. The sun caught her scales and began to sparkle the wall with shimmering spots of azure light which scattered whenever she moved and she blinked away from the sunlight, still adjusting to the morning glare from the window. Looking around she saw Eragon's bed was empty. 'Little one must be out getting breakfast' thought Saphira, too tired to search out with her mind and find him, after all there was no reason for alarm. Then she smiled, she had a few more minutes of personal time and decided she wanted to use it listening to the morning chorus.
She wasn't a full sized dragon yet and still had much to learn but she had grown a lot since she had hatched for Eragon over a year before. Her body was covered with beautiful deep blue scales which matched her eyes and she made sure that they never dulled with frequent maintenance of them. Upon her back there were two large feathered wings that lay folded against her back as she rested and behind her rested her powerful long tail. She sighed contently and stared out of the window, watching the morning start and the people wake.
As her senses came back to her and she began to wake up more she realised that something wasn't quite right. She felt different, itchy almost as she moved and her nether region seemed to trouble her, pestering her so she could not relax like she wanted. 'Oh blast it!' she thought, flicking her tail in annoyance and almost knocking over a small desk in her frustration. Eragon was not around and she knew that no one else could see inside their residence so she took a moment to see the problem for herself. Leaning her long neck downwards , she spread her muscular thighs and tried to see what it was that irritated her.
Over the few recent months she had already grown to know her body well and had seen her own nether regions enough times when washing and out of personal curiosity to know what it was usually like. From what she remembered she had a few smooth scales that covered her soft pink slit from show and inside she had a warm canal that delved deeper inside of her then she could reach with her digit. She rarely probed inside for she had no reason to and she doubted she'd find much of use in their current situation anyway. For some reason now though, she could see that the smooth scales had pulled back revealing her opening quite obviously and the usually soft folds were puffed and more of her pink flesh was exposed than normally was. It was dripping a strange clear liquid too. She was not sure what the liquid was but it had a strong smell about it and when she dipped her toe-claw experimentally into it, it was slimy and warm.
'What is this? I can't train like this; I'll never concentrate and someone will notice if I dare venture out.' Saphira thought, the smell was obvious especially to a dragon's sensitive nose and the sight of the pink flesh and the dripping juices would be sure to give it away. There was no way she could train. 'Perhaps I can avoid training today' She rolled back onto her front and dropped her tail over her vent in and effort to hide it. It couldn't do her any good to let Eragon see her like that and she couldn't bring herself to tell him. They were dragon and rider but she felt it was too personal a matter to confide in him.
Just then the sound of the door opening interrupted her thoughts and she quickly turned her head to see Eragon striding into the room. He was, at that moment in time, a strange hybrid between human and elf but whatever species one might name him he was a fine specimen of it. He was slightly above average height and although not incredibly wide shouldered he was a strong and agile foe which would make him a most suitable rider when their training was finished. But what had always made him the most suitable was his personality. The young boy was kind and compassionate, even if he did lose his temper from time to time but Saphira did not judge him for that, after all, she was very much the same. Now however was a time for her to keep calm.
She pulled back her thoughts from him, knowing full well the strong connection that they had might give away her emotions. Despite the strange look it brought from him she decided to keep it that way. Eragon carried in a plate of fresh fruits, the variety of colours and smells would often entice even the meat eating dragon to try a few but today her mind was elsewhere and she ignored the food altogether, her eyes staring out of the window as she thought of her plan. It was obvious that Eragon noticed these things.
"Saphira, are you well?" Eragon didn't need to voice his words, instead passing them through the mental connections that they both shared. It was clear from what emotions she picked up that he was worried about her.
"I do not feel well today. My body aches and complains whenever I try to move it against it's will. My stomach too feels unnerved." She replied, still keeping herself distant and bringing her eye round to look at Eragon. Staring into it, he could see his own reflection in the sad azure ocean of her iris.
She felt another twang of anxiety wash over her that rushed from Eragon and, despite her desire to tell him that she was fine, she knew that she couldn't. "It is not that bad little one. It would take more than a puny illness to take down a dragon but I fear I will have to miss training today. But you go ahead and practise with Oromis." She lowered her head to his and gave his cheek a small bump with her nose, bringing a small smile to his lips and he nodded slowly.
"Alright then, but let me know if things get worse. I'm sure Oromis and Glaedr would know a few things to help." He stood and headed towards the door as he spoke, turning one final time to give her a smile before he turned and headed down the stairs in the tree house and out towards the cliffs where he would train.
Watching him go, Saphira knew she should feel a little more guilty about lying to her rider, especially after the strong bond that they shared together, a bond that no others could feel. At that moment however all she could think about was her unyielding itchiness at her nether region and a small amount of relief now that Eragon had left. It seemed to burn and make her go weak whenever she put pressure upon it strangely and it dripped without relenting down her hind legs and onto the floor.
She cursed silently as she saw the murky liquid hit the floor a few times. There had to be someone to help her or at least let her know what was happening for she had no idea and she didn't doubt that it would stay until she cured it. She lay and thought for a moment, flicking through the people that she knew and sorting out who should be best to go to for advice about such things. Quickly she ruled out Eragon. 'Glaedr," she thought idly to herself, 'No, I cannot. He may be a dragon and a wise at that but I dare not expose myself to him. Perhaps another female.'
For a couple of minutes she simply sat in silence, staring out of the window at the low morning sun and sifting through who she could go to. It wasn't an easy choice for her; she needed information but to reveal such a private thing would take a lot from her and she wasn't sure she could. It was only when she fidgeted and her tail nudged her inflamed cunny that made her realise how much she needed the help. It took over her body and mind and she could not defend herself from it. She knew that it wouldn't leave her until she sorted it out and so with her heart in her throat she expanded her mind outwards towards the one person she thought she could trust with this.
She scoured around with her mind and touched each consciousness that she could find in search of that one familiar mindset. It wasn't long before she connected to the soft hypnotic music that she remembered from Arya, an unmistakable blend of her regal blood and strength and yet delicacy and beauty that Saphira had grown to know well. As soon as she made contact she felt Arya shy away as she registered the blue dragoness and then open her mind once again.
'Bjartskular, how may I assist you?' Arya's consciousness was much like her voice was; very composed and calm but it was obvious to Saphira that she had not expected to be contacted.
'I need your help Arya but I do not wish to talk over such long distances, it is much too easy for others to listen. I am in the tree house still.' Once again Saphira tried to keep herself calm and collected but she knew some apprehension must have been noticeable. However if Arya was alarmed then she didn't show it but instead severed the connection and headed quickly to the tree house in such a composed manner that no one would have suspected that anything was wrong.
Hardly a few minutes had passed before the door behind Saphira opened and the chiselled face of the tall elf appeared. Her face showed no emotion but it strength was the key to her beauty as her pure and pale skin had no wrinkles or blemishes despite her being much older than her appearance. Her long black hair was glossy and cupped her face like a loving mother might, hardly touching but framing it as something to behold and even though she was remarkably strong, her arms and legs appeared frail almost, enhanced with magic rather than muscle. She wore a short-sleeved green shirt that seemed to fit with the forest surrounding them and she had a pair of tight shorts that were also a dark emerald, held up by a brown belt.
'How may I help you, Bjartskular?' She bowed her head respectively in her usual formality. It made Saphira's scales itch thinking that she had to tell Arya of her problems when she conveyed so little emotion and so for a long moment she was silent.
She turned her head to the window and looked away from the elf, trying to soften the blow of what she had to say. The azure dragoness never liked to stutter and preferred to take a moment to gather her thoughts before finally relaying the information. 'There is something affecting me that has never done so before, something I would rather not share but alas I must.' For a few moments she could not bring herself to say any more. 'I ask you because, from my studies, I am aware that dragons and two-legs share some similarities and you have the advantage of being trustworthy and female as well.'
Arya noticed the pauses and slowly her features began to soften. She had always been taught to respect dragons and treat them next to royalty but Saphira had become more than just a dragon to her and the knowledge that Saphira was confiding in her showed that the blue dragoness felt the same. She stretched out her hand and rested it gently against the dragoness' flank, a small act to reassure her. 'You can trust me, Brightscales.'
Saphira did not reply but she rolled onto her side, away from Arya grimacing slightly as she put pressure on her nether region and lifted her tail away from her vent. The smell rose quickly to the dragoness' nose and she saw that Arya's strong senses also caught the potent scent as the young elf leant back slightly from the sudden rush of the smell. Her eyes widened slightly as she spied the puffed lips of the dragoness' cunny, the blood rushing to her cheek as she followed a single bead of her juice that dripped down the her swollen lips and onto her hind leg. For a few moments they were both silent; Saphira in a quiet embarrassment and Arya in sheer astonishment after being caught unawares. For once her face showed it.
Saphira couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for Arya, having dragged her into such a personal matter but she knew that she needed the help from young elf as she would have known a lot more. Slowly Arya moved a step closer and then another until she was right next to Saphira's flank. She crouched and looked closed, having overcome her initial shock and finally recovered enough to begin her task. Quietly the elf hummed to herself as if trying to lift the awkward silence and looked over the inflamed cunny walls for a moment before giving a court nod and looking back at the dragoness. Saphira couldn't bring herself to meet her gaze.
'I think I know what is wrong.' Arya commented as she turned her eyes back to the nether regions of the dragon, 'From what I know of animals it looks like you have gone into heat but as it is your first I doubt that it will last long. Maybe another day or two at most.' She looked back up at Saphira and caught her eye, the smell still causing her to blush profusely.
'Two days? I cannot wait that long; it would impossible to hide it for that length of time. Is there any other way to hasten it's leaving?' Saphira kept herself calm as she knew that Arya would do all that she could to help but it was difficult thinking that she would have to tell Eragon because she couldn't hide it. 'What about magic?'
Arya shook her head slowly and looked away from the azure dragoness, finding a spot in the floor to stare at for a moment. 'I am afraid that I do not know the sort of spells to change this nor do I know how a dragon's body works in heat so I would not tamper with it magically lest I get it wrong and do more harm than good.' Saphira let out a long huff of air, almost like a sigh as she sat in gloomy thought. 'The only way to rid yourself of it before it's time is to mate and I know that is not likely for you.'
Saphira snorted and flicked her tail once again in frustration, this time knocking the desk behind her over. 'Is there nothing you can do Arya?'
The elf went quiet for a moment and then finally brought her gaze back up to meet Saphira's large beautiful eye and then across to her pink exposed vent. 'If this burdens you greatly then I could act as a mate for you, Brightscales.' Arya dropped her head quickly as she thought of it and sat upon the floor biting on the floor as she awaited the dragoness' response, hoping she had not annoyed her.
Saphira didn't feel annoyed. The only thing that was annoying her was the burning of her vent and she was willing to try anything if only for a little relief. 'Very well. I would not ask this of you in normal circumstances Arya but I need relief from this.'
The elf nodded and sighed a small sigh of relief. She was glad that she had not offended Saphira with her question and slowly she edged herself forward over the wooden floor so that she now sat behind Saphira's hind leg. She looked up at Saphira, who stared back at her in curiosity as she awaited her relief. Arya brought her eyes down to between Saphira's powerful hind legs where her large cunny was. She could tell that it must be bothering the dragoness with the amount of female juices that had began to pool under her thigh, the flow never ceasing from between the flared lips.
'This may feel strange at first but I need to prepare a little first.' The elf said through her mind and then brought her hand out to touch against the scales just outside of the cunny, trying to reassure Saphira and get her used to her gentle touch. Her hands were warm and so caused no discomfort but it still took a moment before the dragoness relaxed fully, letting Arya know to continue. The elf knew that it would be such a strange sight to stumble upon if it were not such a difficult place to reach and for that she was glad. The thought of what she would do slightly excited her, more though then she thought she would but nevertheless it was not a time to be thinking about her own needs.
Her hand slid lower slowly so as not to startle Saphira. Arya knew that Saphira was a gentle and kind dragon when she wanted to be but that still didn't mean that she couldn't hurt the elf if she made a sudden movement. Arya tightened her lips as she felt her fingers trail through a small patch of the slimy cool liquid and against the side of the pink flesh. She made sure to move her hand around the clitoris without touching it, thinking a sudden wave of pleasure like that might make the dragoness kick with her leg which hung next to her.
She slipped her hand over the side of the scales and touched the hot soft walls of her vent, feeling it spasm slightly against her touch. Saphira whimpered quietly as she felt it and her cunny flexed with the softness of the touch. With all of her fingers pushed flat together Arya thought she might get her entire hand inside of the dragoness but she dared not try straight away seeing as Saphira, as far as she knew, had had no experiences with this sort of thing.
Instead she slowly probed two of her fingers against the middle of the two puffed lips, seeing what resistance they held. They held very little and the elf's thin fingers slid easily past them into her hot wet crevice. Saphira let out a soft rumbling noise that stirred deep within her belly and had Arya not known that she was helping then she would have mistaken it for a threatening growl. She pressed on though, easily working up to her knuckles inside the slippery tunnel and deciding to worm in a third finger into her opening to join her other fingers.
Once it was fully inside Saphira wriggled slightly against them and, looking up at the blue dragoness, Arya could see that she had began to pant quietly. Her mouth hung low revealing her bright white teeth and her pink tongue was lolled out as she experienced the sensations for the first time, her body still unsure of what was happening but there was no denying the pleasure that came with it. 'Arya,' Saphira called out in her head, the pleasure and arousal extending to the elf as Saphira joined their minds slightly, 'It feels wonderful Arya.'
The elf felt much more excited now that she heard that the dragoness was enjoying herself and with Saphira keeping the connection between them it made the pleasure spread through to her and urge her on. Slowly she began to work her three fingers around the edges of the walls, hooking her fingers to press hard against the sides and put pressure on the inside of the slimy warm walls. She twisted her arm to reach as deep as she could with her three longest fingers, changing the amount of pressure she applied to surprise the dragoness now. More than once had she gained a small whine or even a short bellow as she suddenly drove her fingertips against the side of the soft walls.
Arya began to enjoy herself as well as she twisted her fingers around inside the dragoness. Knowing that Saphira was enjoying herself helped to relax her and with her finally relaxed Arya felt she could give out much more pleasure to Saphira. She pulled her fingers to the edge of her entrance making sure that she was deep enough not to slip out and then spread her three fingers as wide as she could to stretch open Saphira's tight vent. The dragoness' tail straightened out behind her, sending the desk sliding across the floor. Neither of them paid it any attention though as Arya continued to stretch and play with the strong but sensitive pink flesh.
The outside of Saphira's cunny was a mess of dripping liquids that covered Arya's arm and the area around the azure dragoness' vent. Her shirt was also covered in small droplets of the juices but the elf didn't mind as she focused on her task. The liquid made a perfect lube as squeezed in her little finger as well, allowing her a few centimetres deeper inside of the moist canal and allowing her to stretch the female dragon even wider than before. Not wanting the dragoness to grow tiresome of her technique Arya began to slide her four fingers in and out, replicating the thrusts of a male using her hand and still pressing against the sides as she played with the azure dragoness.
'Yes Arya. Faster.' Saphira cried out with her mind, her thoughts unable to keep straight or calm any more as she gave in to her body's lust. The elf did not disappoint as she began to thrust them in quicker and harder, making a loud squelch every time her hand hilted and hit the pool of liquid at her cunny lips. Arya found herself being drawn in by the enticing smell of the dragon's pheromones and the warm slippery cunny which felt relaxing to have surrounding her hand. The thought crossed her mind that she was probably the only person for hundreds of years, if not the first person ever, to do such a thing to a dragon. That thought enticed her even more. Doing something which so few ever got the chance to and to have Saphira sharing those pleasures with her started to make her yearn for some release as well.
The elf began to twist her hand once again and keep her fingers held straight together to spread Saphira out on all sides as she pumped her digits into the helpless dragoness, each twist bringing another rumble from the giant reptile. Again and again her hand hit against the outside of the blue dragoness' cunny, making her growl and whimper and sometimes she twitched but she controlled herself enough not to kick or move too much and risk hurting Arya. Still it was getting harder for her to control as her libido rose and she could only go so far with how short the four fingers were.
'Can you not get deeper Arya?' Saphira managed to send to the elf through her panted breaths and her distracted mind. Arya nodded and pulled back out so that half of her fingers were out of the hole and then she pushed her thumb against the opening too. It wasn't difficult to get her thumb inside until she reached it's base, the widest point of her hand, which had Saphira's cunny spread as wide as she thought it could go. Not wanting to hurt the dragoness she hesitated, a hesitation that the dragoness noticed.
'Do it please!' Arya looked up and stared at Saphira; her mouth was still open like a great basking crocodile's but her teeth put theirs to shame, her eyes were begging almost and she could feel through the connection that Saphira needed it in ways that she couldn't even begin to comprehend. Her only way to express them had been to allow Arya to experience it for a moment and a moment was all it took.
The elf drew back her hand so that only the tips of her fingers remained inside of the puffy lips and then pushed her hand down powerfully. It slowed slightly as it reached her palm's widest point but apart from that it did not slow. It slipped through that point and her wrist and part of her arm were easily enveloped in the hot slippery mess forcing her to kneel over the dragoness and rest her other hand upon her scaly belly.
Saphira's roar was loud but to Arya it was only background noise. She was so focused on her task that all she could feel was the puddle of liquid on the soft walls and the rhythmic clenching of the dragoness' cunny. All she could hear was her heart pumping in her ears and the now louder squelches as she clenched her fist tight together and began to pump it in and out so that most of her forearm made it inside of the dragoness. She could feel the dragoness squirm but she ignored it now, the scents, the feeling and the sounds all coming together to take over her instincts and send her into her own frenzy to give the dragoness pleasure.
Arya couldn't take it much longer and moaned out herself as she drove her fist deep once again. She leant back and pulled down her tight shorts, revealing her own dripping wet cunny. The soft skin around hers was disturbed by her thickened lips that was now dribbling juices onto her legs and down her thighs. She knew that she would struggle to keep up both at the same time but she couldn't stop herself any longer as she reached under herself to play with her own pussy. She moved around Saphira's leg so that she faced away from Saphira's head so she could lean against her thigh as both hands were occupied.
Saphira quickly parried her hand away and gave a short growl. 'You focus on mine. Leave your lust to me.' Saphira's voice was strong and commanding but had a hint of playfulness and Arya guessed that she must've been close too and in no mood to lose it now and so she replaced her hand back on the scaled belly and began to pump with renewed vigour. Saphira was thankful for what Arya was doing for her and she now had the chance to repay her, one which her honour would not let her avoid. With the elf bent over in front of her she could not hold herself back.
The large dragon curled her head and body around until it was behind the elf, the scent of the elf's sex mixing with her own and tantalising the dragon further. The scent was different; weaker and had contained different flavours she thought. Hormones had blinded her almost and she was in the mood to do anything and so with striking boldness she touched her tongue the top of the elf's cunny. Starting at the clitoris she dragged her tongue all the way around underneath her and back up her hot opening until she had tasted all of the soft elven flesh. The taste was stronger than she had first anticipated but it made her tongue tingle nicely and she couldn't resist wriggling her long snake-like tongue inside the opening.
She wriggled it deeper into the elf and made her squirm and moan loudly and in response Arya slammed her fist in deeper, almost her entire forearm was slipping inside of her sopping wet cunny. The taste wasn't particularly noticeable to Saphira and that which she could taste wasn't particularly lovable but there was something about the taboo of it all that made her relish the thought. She didn't care that it was another female. She didn't care that it was another species. All she cared about was that she was gaining and giving a lot of pleasure from something so simple.
It couldn't last forever however. Saphira's cunny had taken a lot of of Arya's arm and was beginning to grow slightly sore, but she could hardly feel it as she started feeling a strange new desire in the pit of her stomach. She felt as though she were about to burst but it felt good, like she had been holding in far too long and was finally about to relieve herself and so she gave in and began to feel waves of pleasure crash through her. She let out a low bellow as she felt the euphoric hormones take effect. Her muscles clenched and contracted and she dug her tongue deep inside Arya as she began to squirt small amount of juices out of her vent and up Arya's arm.
Arya cried out as she felt Saphira's tongue dig right inside her tunnel and she gave into the familiar experience of orgasm. The feeling of the dragoness' opening massaging her arm with it's strong muscles only intensified it and the thought of what she had done did the same. Her slit, like Saphira's, clenched around the dragoness' tongue and released juices all over it, a few dripping to the floor to make a small puddle.
As their orgasms subsided rational thought came back to them. Saphira began to realise that she still had her tongue slid up a two-leg's cunny and Arya came to a quick conclusion that she had gone from helping her friend out to having plain sex. It was a disturbing thought how easily she had been changed by just a few hormones and a dragoness in need and it was disturbing how she had tried to pleasure herself whilst doing it. It was a day of firsts for her because now she didn't know what to think. She removed her hand slowly and sat here idly thinking and looking at her slimy arm.
Saphira took a moment too, pulling back from the elf and sitting on her haunches, but she took the time to recover more than to think. The idea of what she had done crossed her mind but in all truth it didn't bother her. She trusted Arya, and although she didn't exactly find her attractive like Eragon did, she still found her to have beauty and, now, a passionate side. And that made her fun.
The dragoness' lips pulled back and showed a little of her teeth as she looked at Arya. Her small dragon smile was lost of the back of the elf's head as she stared down at her soaked clothes. Saphira chuckled to herself, the burning in her loins almost gone, and she leant her head over Arya's shoulder, her claw coming around the other side.
Arya had turned her head to look at Saphira's bright happy eye and saw her toothy grin. The elf laughed quietly when she saw it, it seemed strange for a dragon to have but before she could comment on it Saphira's claw had hooked into her shirt and, in one swift movement, tore it off. Arya jumped at the sudden motion and turned to face the dragoness with a slight shocked look upon her face.
'It was ruined anyway and besides,' Saphira looked out of the window and Arya followed her glance, seeing that the sun was at it's highest point, 'Eragon comes back at sundown.'
Arya smiled and flung her shorts to the back of the room in preparation for round two.