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This was done as a doodle story just because i had a day off and there isn't enough Saphira stuff out there in my opinion!

Comments and Criticisms are welcome but don't be too harsh, it was only a doodle.

None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Christopher Paolini

Despite Eragon's sharp eyesight he could hardly keep his eyes open. From where he sat on Saphira's back he was subject to strong headwinds that, as well as slowing Saphira down, buffeted him and his vision. They were searching for anywhere to land around Ellesméra or in the city as they had gone off together earlier that day and now a storm had began to close in around the forest, cutting them off from safety. They had intended to have a calming day with just rider and dragon but this was anything but relaxing. Winds shouted and the air was thick with moisture and electricity and Eragon knew it could be dangerous to stay up much longer

Saphira's keen senses had picked up the changes in pressure just early enough for them to head back but now, with the headwind slowing them, it hardly looked like they were going to make it home before the rain started falling. Even Saphira's powerful wing strokes were no match for the power that they faced and they both knew that if they didn't find Ellesméra soon then they would be forced to land somewhere in the forest and camp the night. That was something that neither of them wanted to do.

Eragon's face had paled and had gained a soft blue twinge to it since he had been sat on Saphira's back. Despite his strong physique his knuckles were red raw from brushing against Saphira's rough azure scales in the blistering cold. His thighs were chaffed after so long in the saddle and his arms were aching from the strain of holding on as the wind blew them at it's mercy. Sometimes it would slow them until Saphira had to dive for speed and sometimes it rush in from the sides and loosen Eragon's grip on the leather saddle. Either way he was getting too tired to stay holding on for long and he was beginning to lose hope, relying only on Saphira's unmatched sense of direction.

Saphira too was feeling the strain; her wings were growing tired as she battled the elements and her eyes stung as she flew through the powerful wind that threatened to topple her over if she wasn't careful. Her usually bright blue scales seemed duller without the sun on her back and her glowing blue eyes had darkened to mirror the sky. Looking down all Saphira could see was vast expanses of gloomy trees, their sharp branches seeming much more menacing in the backdrop of the storm. She hoped she would not have to land on any of them.

She was about to tell Eragon to look for places they could land until the storm passed when she saw a small light below her. It took a few moments for her to make it out through the dimming light but she was adamant that it was Ellesméra, they hadn't gone far enough to be in any other city. He felt the buzz of relief surge through her and into him through their connected minds, his injuries fading in his mind as he realised that their journey was at an end and he wouldn't have to remain in the saddle any longer. He loved spending time with Saphira after everything they'd been through and above everything else he loved flying with her but after being sat in the same position for hours being battered by wind he would be glad to feel solid ground.

'Hold on tightly little one.' Saphira's voice drifted into Eragon's head. His knuckles already felt as though they had frozen shut on the neck spike in front of him but it didn't stop him from hunkering down on her back and trying to hold it tighter. He trusted Saphira completely but in these strong winds even she could make mistakes so he readied a few protection spells in case anything should go wrong.

Saphira circled around the city one last time before choosing her spot to attempt her landing. Both of their eyes locked on the window of their tree house at the same time and, as agile as a hummingbird, Saphira lined herself up with it. With the wind as powerful as it was Saphira did not want to risk keeping her wings open for too long in case it changed direction and knocked her into one of the surrounding trees. So as she lined herself up she purposefully overshot the descent and pulled her wings in close to her body causing her to drop like a stone. She fell until she was almost level with the window and then stuck her wings out wide to catch the wind, slowing her until she was almost stationary.

However, Saphira had already closed the gap between her and the window enough to reach out with her strong talons and grasp the wood, digging her claws in and pulling them inside. Out of the howling wind and the growing storm Eragon could finally relax and so pried his hands from the neck spike and dropped from the saddle.

'It appears that not even the elements are a match for me yet' Saphira crooned to herself more than to Eragon. He could feel her egotistical thoughts blossoming as she thought about her triumph but he let her be. After all she had gotten them inside and out of the storm safely. As he landed he cringed and stood with his legs abnormally far apart, trying not to rub his sore thighs against each other as he walked. He caught Saphira's glance and saw her flash her teeth in amusement.

'And it appears that you enjoyed the trip more than you are letting on, little one' Saphira let out a little snort and showed her teeth once again before pointing with her muzzle at her rider's crotch. Eragon followed where she motioned and saw that the bumpy ride had applied pressure elsewhere, leaving him with a rather noticeable tent in his trousers. The blood that had left Eragon's face in the cold came rushing back as his cheeks flushed bright red at the sight. He ignored her jesting as best as he could and in an embarrassed attempt to conceal himself he leaned closer to Saphira and began to undo her saddlebags and saddle bending his back slightly to hide it from her. Undoing the leather straps in slight peace allowed him time to warm up and for Saphira's brighter mood to affect him and by the time that he lifted the saddle from the azure dragoness' back and placed it in the corner of the room.

He headed over to his bed and sat down on it looking around the room, his erection having faded after a short while. It was nothing special, just a large room which had walls and the floor made of the wood in which it was cut. There was the large window that they had flown in from which was easily large enough for a dragon to fly in and out of and leaning over he pulled down the cover to stop the rain coming in and the heat getting out. He sighed a little and turned to lay on his back on the soft bed. It was not late yet but he could at least relax before having an early night and so he shut his eyes and let his thoughts drift. Saphira however was still awake and much too restless after the challenging flight to relax or sleep.

'You know you should really sort that out, little one. It's not becoming for an aspiring Dragon Rider.' Saphira's voice rang through his thoughts and made him open his eyes and look at her. Once again she had pulled her scaly grin and for a moment Eragon just watched her snicker quietly but he followed her gaze and groaned quietly as he saw what had returned. Reaching down he pulled his jersey down over the top of his tented trousers and with a short huff he pulled the blankets he sat on out from under him and draped them over himself.

Eragon's face was flushed and he refused to meet Saphira's glance as he pushed the situation from his mind. 'Do not sulk, little one. It's natural for that to happen and you've no need to be embarrassed. Make sure you rid yourself of it though or it will keep coming back.' The blue dragoness had stopped chuckling and had now laid down by the side of her Rider's bed. For a few moments Eragon was still and then he turned to lie on his side, facing his dragon and giving her an expectant look.

'What's that look for?' Saphira leaned her head out and nudged him softly with her nose.

'Well, aren't you going to leave?' The Rider blushed as he asked, averting his gaze for a few seconds.

'Leave? What for?' Saphira brought her head back and snorted slightly at the comment.

'You said I have to take care of it, didn't you?" The dragoness nodded softly in response to his question and then lay quiet, waiting for an answer. 'Well I'd like some privacy if I'm going to.'

Saphira let loose another snort and rolled her large eye at his words, ignoring him for a few seconds. 'I'm not going out in this weather and besides we are dragon and Rider, if we cannot even be in the same room as each other for such a small thing then how will we ever hope to fight alongside one another?'

Eragon sighed quietly; she could be impossible when she wanted to be. He knew he couldn't get her to leave, that much was certain but he was pretty sure that he wasn't able to relieve pressure with her around. In the end he decided that he would have to try another time when Saphira wasn't around and so, in preparation for bed, he took off his clothes under the sheet and dropped them onto the floor, curling up on his side and shutting his eyes.

Saphira shut her eyes but it became obvious to her that Eragon was too embarrassed to do as he was told. 'Oh little one? Aren't you forgetting to do something?' Saphira chimed into his consciousness.

Eragon groaned and turned so that he faced away from the blue dragoness. 'I can't with you here.'

'Oh Eragon, you should know better than to go against me.' Eragon heard the dragoness stir behind him and before he could turn to face her a large azure paw flipped him onto his back and pinned him to the bed. 'I will not have my Rider going around with such things on show. As you will not do this, then I will.'

Eragon couldn't help but just as the strong foot came down on his chest and held him fast to the mattress. For the first time in a long time he was actually afraid of what Saphira might do. 'Hey! Saphira? What are you doing?!' He tried to wriggle free but there was nothing to be done against the blue dragoness; she was simply too strong to give him any chance of escape.

Saphira completely ignored her rider as she pulled back the covers of his bed and revealed his well-toned body to the cool night air. She let loose a small rumble at the sight of her naked rider; it was clear that his training was doing wonders for his physique and, as her eyes drew lower, it was clear that he was born with other perks too.

She rumbled slightly louder still, ignoring Eragon's desperate pleas as she stared over his erect cock and licked her scaly lips. Even at his fear at what was happening his length wouldn't subside at all and was left throbbing from the urges that still ruled his body. To Saphira it was clear that it was a good size, nothing like what a dragon's would be, but it was still good for a human and that was plenty good for her.

Finally she offered him a soft nuzzle to the side of his cheek in an effort to calm him a little, she felt bad for startling him like this but if he wasn't going to listen to her then he would have to face the repercussions. Hopefully this would loosen her rider up.

She started by bringing her paw up to Eragon's crotch, the other paw keeping him pinned to the bed and unable to resist, try as he might. Using one of her digits she slowly stroked the underside of that sensitive shaft, trying to see her rider's reaction to her light touch and warm soft scales. Eragon's initial fear and surprise began to melt away as he felt the teasing stroke from base to tip which left him helpless to resist his dragon any longer.

Pleased by the reaction, Saphira smiled. 'See little one. You should listen to me more often, shouldn't you?." When Eragon didn't reply she repeated her movement again and again, slowly moving her digit over his length and teasing droplets of clear musky pre from his tip onto his stomach. She didn't care how much he wriggled or groaned, she was going to punish him for not listening to her in the first place and that thought alone stirred a deep rumble from the bottom of her belly.

Slowly she moved her muzzle to his length and let her hot moist breath run over Eragon's exposed shaft, quite happy to simply leave her rider begging for more which, judging by the whimpering sounds he gave off, wasn't far from the truth. Her nostrils flared as his scent hit her and she took a deep sniff of it, catching the difference between his usual smell and the smell of his needy crotch. Although she'd never thought of her rider before in this way, it certainly was an interesting development and she couldn't deny that listening to him whimper under her teasing excited her.

'P...please Saphira!' Eragon managed to call out to her consciousness. Even then she took a moment before responding.

'What is it, little one?' She asked, knowing full well that the way she was teasing his body must be leaving him desperate. After all he was already needy before Saphira had begun her teasing. After waiting a moment without response she decided to get even more fun from her 'game', lowering her lips and slowly dragging her wet scaly lips just under the mushroom-shaped head of his shaft, getting a loud moan from the rider. 'I think you need to listen to me more often Eragon, otherwise I'll have to punish you even more'

Eragon could no longer communicate with Saphira, he hardly even heard her words even if they did echo through his consciousness. Instead he was drawn in by the gentle touches of his large dragoness, one who he thought would never act like this. He had never imagined him and his dragon engaging like this and he didn't see her as a mate, but there was no denying that she had a great deal of natural talent as she kept him begging and controlled him with the smallest touches of her body.

'Now, will you listen to me in future, little one?' Her lips lifted from his cock and her digit made it's way to the tip, running small circles on the twitching flesh that, while giving a great deal of pleasure, left him no closer to the finishing.

Eragon wriggled under her large paw, which still remained firmly on his chest, as he tried to pleasure himself. The closest he could get was to thrust up against her digit and every time he did, she simply pulled her finger away, leaving him no better off than before.

'I ask again Eragon; are you going to listen to me from now on?' This time she completely lifted her paw from his cock, giving him no pleasure at all but rather left his cock throbbing agonisingly in the night air, essentially calling out for some pleasure. But it was a call that Saphira wouldn't listen to, at least not yet.

'Yes! Yes Saphira, I'll listen to you, I promise!' He finally managed to spit out through the waves of sexual torment that roamed his body and the burning desire to have something give him release, anything at all.

Saphira chuckled at the desperate sound in Eragon's voice. He certainly sounded like he needed the release and there was no way that he wouldn't do it tonight, even with Saphira present. Still she felt it was a shame to stop her fun now, and she didn't want Eragon to think badly of her for teasing him like this and leaving him to finish himself off.

So with a small rush going through her body with what she was about to do, she grinned and lowered her lips once more to his cock. 'Perfect. Riders who don't listen get punished, but those who do listen, they get get rewarded' She let out a soft murr herself as her lips began to drag over his length yet again, rather surprised by how hot the entire length was, not that she minded; in fact, it only added to the taboo of what they were doing.

She had no idea if dragons and their riders had done this in years past but she felt nothing bad about it. At least not the idea of gaining pleasure from each other, and now that Eragon had finally promised to listen, she was going to make sure that he got his pleasure.

Opening her muzzle she brought her tongue down to that hot flesh, feeling Eragon wriggle under her. He was confused at first, he never thought that she'd continue but he was glad that she did stay. The feeling of her long wet tongue rubbing against his length felt infinitely better than his own hand, and even though she was inexperienced, there was no denying that she was doing a good job.

Her tongue was coarse when it moved over his cock but, using her saliva as a lube, she was able to use it to her advantage by using the extra friction to push him towards the edge faster than he could imagine. The way she used made use of her tongue too, was unlike anything he had dreamed about as her long appendage allowed her to coil around parts of his thick cock and squeeze it tightly, leaving him writhing in on the bed with surges of ecstasy pulsing through him with every new trick she pulled on him. All of this happening while her hot breath began to heat the cock tip, creating and even quicker flow of his dribbling pre.

Even his balls received a special treatment as Saphira made up for the rough-housing. She moved her tongue down to cup under his sack, lifting it and coating every inch of his musky balls in her warm juices. She couldn't help her dominant side though and every time he would try to thrust up into her tongue or mouth she would pin him back down harder and leave his cock without for a few seconds, much to his distress. 'No no Eragon. You need to be good if you want your reward.' she cooed in a sing-song voice to him.

Slowly, Eragon got the message and stopped trying to push for a faster orgasm; instead he gave into Saphira, let her control him and his pleasure and as soon as she felt this surge through their mental connection, Saphira purred loudly. She loved that feeling that she got from Eragon, knowing that she was in control. Even if riders and dragons were supposed to work together, she liked to have control. 'It was very becoming for dragons' she thought to herself.

It wasn't long before she began to take the tip of his cock inside of her muzzle, curling her lips around her teeth to make sure that her sharp fangs didn't harm him at all. Now enveloped by the hot wet mouth, Eragon couldn't help but simply moan and tense up, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sides of the mattress with them to stop himself screaming. But that's what Saphira wanted; to hear him scream.

Perhaps it was cruel of the azure dragoness to be so rough on him but she wanted nothing more than to have him completely at her mercy. With this in mind, she upped the ante; suddenly using her long muzzle to take his entire length without any difficulty and smothering his cock with her dexterous tongue. If that wasn't enough, she suddenly clamped down on his cock with her lips, squeezing it around the base so that he couldn't move it in nor out without her easing up on it.

In the midst of all the teasing and the knowledge that she was now in control of her rider and, had the ability to leave him whimpering for more when she was soft or howling when she became more rough, left her aroused herself. Her cunny was flared and open, her pink lips puffed and dripping her clear liquid onto the floor behind her, but she ignored it for now, focusing instead on her rider.

Inevitably Eragon couldn't last any longer, and as she coiled her tongue around his shaft once more and began tugging her lips along his length he yelled loudly and the cock inside Saphira's muzzle jumped against the roof of her mouth. Then, with loud purrs of satisfaction from the dragoness, it began to shoot it's thick load into her mouth, feeding her the strange gooey cum that those balls had held away from her. The taste wasn't bad either, it left her tongue tingling slightly from it's almost metallic taste, and there was definitely a strong salty flavour behind it. Nevertheless she enjoyed it's warm spray on her tongue and she hungrily swallowed it down.

After a few moments she pulled back and looked at her rider who had now shut his eyes and was nearing sleep. She didn't disturb him, despite her own needs. Instead she let him rest and then moved towards her side of the room slowly and quietly, making sure that he slept well. She had certainly enjoyed her time with her rider and would definitely be doing this again, whether he wanted to or not.

So as the rain continued to lash down outside of their treetop house, Saphira rested her head down and curled her tail round to play with her own lusty crotch while watching Eragon sleep. As she relived the moments she grinned at him, and quietly bid him goodnight, knowing that next time she would get her pleasure as well.