Basic campfire
Arys makes camp and learns more about her winged companion.
Dragging a young boar through the underbrush proved harder than Arys anticipated. Sweat drenched her leathers despite the cold of Mildwinter, and her ragged breath created vaporous gusts.
"One more tug," she said as she pulled the boar. "One more bush."
But they didn't seem to end. Thorns and branches clung onto the boar's skin. Every time it happened, Arys had to drop the boar, kick them, pick the boar, drag. Only to rinse the debris off her and repeat at the next obstacle.
"Dragon's throbbing cock," Arys hissed. She released the boar from the bush' clutch and sat on its belly. "Why do I do this? The beast ate on the first half of the day."
To earn its trust, the obvious answer came. But had not she already done that?
Arys pondered on the matter no longer. She scanned her surrounding for the gully with the fallen tree--or at least a sign of it--but all she saw were bushes, sharpneedle trees, and darkness. No trickling water, no pungent dragon scent, nothing. Arys wiped her brow, sighed, picked the boar, and resumed her journey.
Traces of light brazed the sky by the time she descended into the mouth of the gully. A thin shriek came from the darkness in front of her. Then muffled stomps, followed by the rattle of metal. She picked up her pace. Her legs and arms burned with fatigue, yet she pressed on until the dragon's outline broke through the darkness. No--his aura. A fine cerulean that glimmered like its moon touched scales.
Arys licked her lips. Her Cloud never reached such intense shade. Then again, her Cloud had never been bound by a Drakorian chain. Fiery azure motes swirled at the edge of the drake's coat. They twinkled and dissipated faster than Arys blinked.
"Brought you food, drake," she said. As if words held a meaning. The more she approached, the deeper the drake's aura turned. Its tail rocked from side to side as the creature paced around, growling and stomping its front feet and flapping its wings. When the length of ten dragon tails separated them, the drake's movements became even more erratic.
It snapped its jaws, then swung its neck in an arc. When the chain protested with a rough clang, sharp rows of teeth embraced it. The drake bit it several times before relinquishing it with a heavy shake of its head.
"I don't like it either, drake, but we do what we must."
The drake snorted. It dropped on its haunches, wings folded tight against its back. His ruddy member poked between its front legs, throbbing in unison with his breath. Arys swallowed hard at the sight. Such enlarged lust bespoke of a female. One that flew by, or one that hunted in these woods. Arys wanted to take no chances with either of them.
She returned to her boar. She walked around it until she reached its mangy spine, then pushed it with her foot towards the drake. Its amber eyes switched from Arys to the boar, then back to her. He made no attempt to claim it. Arys bit her lip, then kicked it into its paw.
Not even a twitch. The drake's eyes still bore into hers, his nostrils still twitched with her scent, and his member still pulsed.
"What do you want?"
A mellow growl escaped the dragon's throat. It tilted its head to the left.
"A female?"
His snout inched closer to her. Arys shivered as warm gusts of air caressed her flesh. She reached for his snout, but the dragon drew back with a snort.
"Not just a female. One in heat?"
He got onto his fours, circled the fallen tree he was tied to several times, then dropped back on its haunches. Drops of clear liquid slid from the tip of its throbbing member down to its bulbous base and then trickled into the muddy soil.
"Dragon's--" Arys began, then bit her tongue to block that specific word. She rolled the sleeves of her woolen shirt up, gulped hard, and shuffled towards the drake. One small step at a time. Arms stretched forward. No quick movements to scare him.
Once in range, she offered her arm to his snout for several inquisitive sniffles.
"There," she said. "It's still me, the one from the tower."
The drake's snout ran along her arm, pushed into her chest hard enough to imbalance her, then trailed down. It stopped between her legs. Arys yelped as the drake's forked tongue darted out for a brief moment. It drew back with a soft hiss at her sharp sound, and its lips twitched. A glimpse of those ivory daggers, and Arys clenched her jaw to suppress any upcoming sound.
At least the drake didn't insist on sniffing her crotch. Its head rose as his weight shifted from one front paw to the other. Arys crouched under his chest. She slinked between its front feet, then exited on its side. The dragon took no notice of her change in position. It probably knew her hands can cup his member from every side if needed.
Arys leaned forward. She placed a hand on its side for balance while she grabbed the drake's flesh with the other. It jerked at the contact. The drake's paws twitched, his wings trembled, yet no sound escaped his clenched maw. Arys licked her parched lips. She ran her hand along the member's length, flexing her fingers at every bump and ridge. She cupped the blunt tip, kneading the stone hard flesh as she rotated her wrist.
The drake hissed. His posture stiffened as ever increasing throbs wracked his only exposed flesh. Its aura brightened, and its scent turned pungent and raw. Arys bit back a cough as the musk filled her nostrils.
Shallow breaths through the mouth, she told herself. And such she did.
When her knees burned from the prolonged crouch, she knelt by the dragon's side. The extra balance allowed her to squeeze his tip harder. More liquid oozed. She used both her hands to spread the slime along its member, down to the sheath and to the soft skin at its base. With each cycle of motion, the drake's growls amplified. Its wings unfolded, its tail curled tight around a flank, and his claws flexed against the soft soil.
Arys picked up. She went slow and the base, then fast towards the tip where she kneaded the bulge, then slow again. The drake's member pulsed like life itself, each jerk higher than the last. Its bumps turned hard as steel, and its tip flared under Arys' hands.
Then it happened.
Abrupt moans escaped the drake, each sound interrupted by a spurt of seed. The ivory ooze splashed on the ground with a squelch, filled her hands, and made her groin tingle with lust. Spasms wracked its member as it unloaded its burden, and Arys kept kneading to facilitate its exit. Once the spent flesh softened and wrinkled, Arys drew back. She wiped the seed on a clump of grass as best as she could, yet its earthy reek persisted. Arys gulped to keep the bile from rising to her throat.
"Pleas--pleased now?" Arys managed.
The drake lifted his snout from the spent member towards the sky, sniffed, then rose to its feet. Seed still clung to his flaccid member when he roared. Its might reverberated within Arys' chest as she lunged away instinctively. She staggered, scrambling from purchase, then fell on her side.
"DRAKE!" She yelled. To no avail.
The creature unfurled its wings and reared. Its front claws fell onto the fallen tree that bound him, tearing gashes along its length.
"STOP, STILL, BE STILL!"
The stamps of its tail dwarfed her pitiful voice.
Dragon incinerate this demented--
Her train of thought was interrupted by a rough grinding sound. The drake. It had its back to her, head held low. Arys crawled closer, and closer.
Then gasped. The drake's maw engulfed the log. All of its length. And he bit along the gashes, where the bark was thinner.
It gave up after a few unsuccessful attempts, and became still as a statue. Arys took a step forward.
"Drake, whatever--"
Arys froze as the drake whirled its neck. The momentum dragged the fallen tree, and with it, the chain's loop. A second similar jerk followed. Then a third. Before Arys found her words, the chain came loose with a dreadful clink.
The drake swung his head towards her, amber eyes bearing into hers for a brief moment before his gaze switched to the sky.
Towards freedom.
Arys reached for the bow secured on her back with a hand and uncorked a vial with the other. She poured its content over an arrow and notched it just as the creature reared to take flight. By its own. Without her. To a keep filled to the brim with people that would use it to track her down.
"By the Dragon's breath, you will not do that."
It did. A mighty flap, and it launched itself into the air.
Arys didn't think. She loosed the arrow. It lodged itself into the drake's side, where it sizzled and flared a bright cobalt. The drake let out a screech as its wings fell limp to its side.
Then it crashed with a mighty thud. It didn't twitch neither wing or leg. It sat there, a pile of scales and claws and cerulean wing membranes.
Arys released her breath. When did she hold it? What happened? Her knees buckled, and her frame still shook with the drake's bellowing roar. With a trembling hand, she brought the vial closer to her eyes. It wasn't DreamBrew. The rune marring the stone was sharp and broken and colored a bright white. Everfrost oil.
"Wha-" Arys bit her cheek so hard she drew blood. "Did I- Is it-?" Her eyes darted from vial to dragon and back. They both looked cold and lifeless. The similarity made her stomach twist. She took a dragon's life.
"Dragon's piercing cock. I- what did I do?"
She closed her eyes, gathering herself. Now was not the time. The roar. it still rang in her ears.
A roar that every scout and searching party heard.
Dragon's might be with me, she thought. Run. Flee. She had to do it at this very moment.
She didn't wait for her shivers to subside as she strapped the bow to her back. A mouthful of water from her water skin settled her churning stomach enough for all the running ahead of her.
Arys kicked dust and debris to cover the trail left by the boar on the way out. She did that four times before giving up with a groan. Better to let them see it, and follow it if Dragon willed. She climbed onto the other edge of the gully, the one with scant thorn bushes. She kept up her dash until the tangles and vines became too dense, and the slant treacherous.
She stopped before a hill to glance at the blazing sky. No whites yet. Only oranges and a trail of pink. And light. So much light that--
Arys whirled at a rustle. Everything was a blur of green, and brown, and...black?
"Thought you were faster," a voice came from behind.
Dragon's--when did he--
Arys jerked her wrists, only to realize she couldn't. The man also blocked her feet between hard leather boots. She tried to smash her bottom onto his crotch, but hit nothing. Every jerk, sway and swerve failed, yet Arys only stopped when the man wrapped his arm gently around her neck.
"You can struggle. Or you may not. To me, It matters not." His smooth voice carried a foreign trace. Every word he said resembled the Drake's cock. Hard at the base, softer at the tip.
"What does?" She blurted out.
"That you come with me, or that I take you with me. The soldiers on your trail want your head. I want you whole."
His purpose hit Arys just as the man relinquished his hold over her.
"Family affairs," he said, then chuckled. "Never need reasoning for some reason."
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