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DragonLove
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Subject: STORY: DragonLove
[Fade in.]
[Curtain opens on Gregory sitting on his stool, behind a desk. On the desk is
a manual typewriter, and a large stack of paper. Gregory finishes tapping out
a few words, then rips the paper out of the typewriter with a flair, and puts
it on top of the pile.]
There... it's finished. My first submission of fiction to the ASB community. I
honestly haven't a clue how good it is, because... well... because it's as
much a headtrip as it is a story. I would appreciate comments, critiques, and
cash, in small unmarked bills. *wink*
Honestly, folx, let me know what I did right, and what I didn't... oh, and a
bit of a warning to y'all: I tried to write the sex tastefully, so if you're
looking for "fuck suck cunt cock dick lick pussy"... keep looking. :) With
that said, I'll leave my copies of my story with you, and you can pick them
up on your way out... happy reading!
[Gregory gets up, and exits stage left, then returns to the desk.]
Almost forgot my typewriter... it's an heirloom.
[Gregory picks up typewriter, and exits once again, stage left. From offstage,
you hear the sound of something heavy being dropped, followed by lots of little
pinging sounds, as if dozens of thin metal rods were bouncing around on the
floor.]
"*sigh* Good thing I didn't use my computer..."
[Curtain close.]
[Fade out.]
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DragonLove
Aliksandr found her in the meadow, just as his ancestors had found others
in the past. Even from his point of view, dodging in and out of the
underhangs of the clouds in the sky, he could see that she was scanning the
skies, as if searching for him, though she could not see him at his present
altitude, had she been able to see at all. Aliksandr flew towards his mountain
home, quickly descending to the level of the forest treetops before
approaching the meadow again, swooping over the trees before settling
down near, yet behind, the frame that had been built in the middle of the
meadow.
As the dragon landed, the girl turned her head to the side, so she could
hear him approaching. She was blindfolded and gagged, as was the ritual,
though Aliksandr could never understand why it was necessary, as it took
away from what he assumed would be a beautiful face (they always picked
the beautiful ones... another part of the ritual that he could never
understand... why not keep them for themselves?)
He slowly lumbered towards her, taking his time to admire the well-
formed, if not a little buxom, body twisting in a vain attempt to gain some
freedom from her bonds. The girl was in the middle of a stone frame shaped
much like a doorway. Her feet were spread an only slightly uncomfortable
distance apart, and secured to the frame by a couple turns of chain around
her ankle, then bolted to the frame itself. Aliksandr noticed the bruises on
her ankles that the chains were leaving, and wondered how long the girl had
been left there, struggling in the middle of a field, miles away from the
nearest village. The girl's arms were chained together at the wrists, and
attached to a hook in the top of the frame. Her wrists were also bruised from
her struggles, and he could see a small trickle of dried blood down one of her
arms.
The girl stopped struggling as the dragon got within a few feet of the
frame. Now she just stood shivering, her breath causing her nostrils to flare
with each inhale. As he moved closer, she started whimpering softly behind
the gag... a small mewling sound quite unlike anything he had heard before.
Aliksandr leaned his head in closer, and the sound rose both in pitch, and in
volume, becoming more like the whining of a small pup that has been left
without its mother.
The dragon examined the bruises on the girl's wrists a little more closely,
then gently licked at the trail of dried blood. The girl squealed from behind
the gag, and tried to pull away from him. Aliksandr merely waited a
moment, then licked more, until he had cleaned the blood somewhat. He then
nudged the chain up off the hook, then let it, and the girl's arms, drop in
front of her.
"You may take off your blindfold and gag, my dear."
The girl jumped a little bit, then moaned as her movements aggravated her
bruised ankles. Slowly she raised her hands, more out of fear than the
weight of the chains on her wrists, and tugged at her blindfold. The strap
was attached very tightly, and she had to pull hard enough that the buckle
pressed against the back of her head made her cry out until she had
managed to raise the front of the blindfold up over her head, freeing her
vision. She dropped it to the ground, then opened her eyes, crying out once
again as the daylight blinded her painfully. The girl closed her eyes again,
and tipped her head forward, shielding her eyes further with her hair.
Aliksandr took this moment to examine her hair; it was the color of winter
chestnuts, but the sunlight brought out a color that was closer to the coppery
edging of his own wings.
"And the gag."
The girl brought her hands up, and tried to move them behind her head
before she remembered that her wrists were bound together. She gave a
little strangled scream as the cold chain pressed against her throat, then
pushed her hands away quickly. Once she regained her composure, the girl
raised her hands up over her head, then worked on the buckle of the gag
from behind. After a few moments, it fell away from her mouth, and took a
place on the ground next to the blindfold.
By now, the girl had stopped blinking furiously against the light, and
brought her hands back over her head to rub her eyes, trying to get them to
work again. Aliksandr waited for her to stop, then lowered his head to her
level before she could open her eyes again. They opened, and the girl gasped
as she looked into the dragon's deep green eyes staring into hers.
"Hello, my dear," Aliksandr said. "How are you feeling?"
The girl dropped her head and shivered for a few moments, then said
weakly, "I... I... I am ready."
"Ready for what?"
The girl raised her head again, and looked into the dragon's eyes with a
confused expression on her face.
"I am ready... for you... to accept me as your... sacrifice." She dropped
her head again and started sobbing quietly.
Aliksandr reached forward with a claw, and raised her chin up so that he
could look into her eyes again. They were blue, but light, almost grey, in
color, and open very wide. This had the effect of making the girl look very
vulnerable, and very lovely.
"And do you understand what that means, my dear?"
"I think so... I know what the Elders told me, once I was chosen."
"And what was that?" Aliksandr was amused by the idea that the
supposed wise men of the villages could possibly understand a ritual as
complex as this, and even more amused by the thought that they could
explain it to a child.
The girl stopped, and looked into Aliksandr's eyes for a moment, as if
trying to understand why he was asking her so many questions.
"I..." The girl hesitated, then her face took on an expression of someone
who was just remembering something taught them long ago, and only now
understanding.
"I am to be your sacrifice. I am to die, so that my people may live. If I do
not give myself to you without question, my people will suffer your wrath."
It was said not in the tone of a girl, but in the slow measured speech
patterns of an adult - the tone of blind obedience to an ancient custom,
followed for reasons long misunderstood.
The dragon nodded slowly. "And did they also tell you exactly what will
happen to you, once I accept you as my sacrifice?"
This question shocked the girl noticeably. Aliksandr knew that they hadn't,
because they had no idea what happened. The dragon, reached down with a
claw, trailing it down her leg to the chain around her ankle, causing the girl
to shiver and wince. His claw left a faint red line down her leg as a
remembrance. He then slipped his claw into a link of the chain, and
shattered it easily, allowing the girl to take her foot out of the bond.
The girl still stood there, silent, as Aliksandr repeated the process on her
other leg, leaving another red line, this time a little darker, down her leg.
The girl didn't pull away this time, however, which caused Aliksandr to
smile inwardly. He popped a link on the other chain, and allowed the girl to
take her foot out of it as well.
Aliksandr hrmphed quietly. "You have not answered my question yet. Did
they tell you what will happen to you, once I accept you as my sacrifice?"
The girl looked down at her now-freed feet, then back up into the dragon's
face. Her own face was a mixed mask of confusion, fear, pain, and... curiosity?
"No... m'lord Dragon... they did not. What... what happens?"
Aliksandr smiled, turned, and took a couple steps away from the girl
before he spoke again. "You needn't know just yet..."
"Yes, m'lord Dragon."
Aliksandr turned his head to face the girl again, and just looked at her.
She was freed from her bonds, and yet she made no attempt to escape,
choosing instead to simply stand with her head down, silent, unmoving.
Perhaps it was because she knew the futility of an attempt. Perhaps it was
because she knew that if she was successful in he escape it would bring "her
people to suffer his wrath". Perhaps it was because his last comment
intrigued her enough that she would stay...
The dragon lumbered back towards the girl, and hooked his claw in the
chain running between her wrists. He raised his claw, pulling the girls arms
upward, and over her head. It was not until her feet were starting to be
raised off the ground that she looked up at him again. He lowered her feet to
the ground again, but kept her arms raised.
"It is time."
The girl showed a look of confusion again. "Time... time for what?"
"Time for me to claim you as my sacrifice, my dear."
The girl shivered visibly at these words, but did not move otherwise, nor
did she lower her head. "Yes, m'lord Dragon."
"Put your arms around my neck."
Aliksandr lowered his head, and started nudging his muzzle between the
girl's arms. She winced as she felt his rough hide rubbing against her arms
and it took some work to get his head the entire way through; for some time
her head was bent back at an uncomfortable angle, pressed against the
bottom of the dragon's muzzle, as he worked it through the ring of her bound
arms. Finally, Aliksandr worked his head through, and the girl's arms slipped
down around his neck, which had the effect of pulling her against him.
"Are you comfortable, my dear?"
"Yes, m'lord Dragon."
"Good..."
Without giving any other indication, Aliksandr unfolded his wings and
with a single flap, he and the girl were airborne. The girl gave a small squeal
as she was lifted off the ground, and tried to cling to the dragon's chest,
looking for somewhere to put her dangling feet. She closed her eyes as they
climbed higher into the sky, feeling only the wind on her skin, and the
rhythmic undulations of the dragon's body against hers...
... then a warmth and a hardness between her dangling legs, as the dragon
unsheathed himself and settled the tip of his sex against her groin. The girl
gasped, and tried to move herself away from it, but without any real
leverage, her struggling only served to lodge the dragon's cockhead that
much more firmly between the lips of her own sex.
As Aliksandr flew higher and higher, the motion of his wings flapping
caused his shafthead to rub back and forth between the girl's nether lips.
Soon, the girl gave up working against him, as the warmth she was
experiencing spreading outwards from the core of her being took control of
her emotions, and her motions. She moaned gently as she was taken higher
by the dragon, both in altitude, and in arousal.
Soon Aliksandr had reached a sufficient height, and he started gliding and
circling slowly. With the change in his motion, the girl was able to find
footholds on the tops of the dragons legs, and from there clung to him as
tightly as possible, her eyes closed against the wind that still buffeted her
body, whipping at her garments, tossing her hair about as if it had a life of
its own.
The dragon bent his head down next to hers, and whispered in her ear, "It
is time."
Then he dove.
Faster and faster the pair fell through the skies. Aliksandr folded his
wings against his back, causing them to pick up even more speed. The wind
was screaming around them as they plummeted, and the girl shivered
uncontrollably, as the force of the wind pressed her harder on top of the
dragon's shaft. Although she could not see it, the girl could *feel* the earth
rapidly approaching beneath them, threatening to dash them to pieces
within seconds. She clung to the dragon even more, waiting for the end to
come, hoping that it would be mercifully short... then he swooped.
Aliksandr spread his wings, and pulled them out of their dive, arcing
within meters of the ground. They turned upwards again, and the dragon
could hear the girl's sigh, even over the wind. Then, as he took a giant flap
with his wings, to start them skyward again, he bucked his lower half
forward, thrusting deeply into the girl, then completing his entry with the
next wingstroke.
The dragon's first thrust snapped the girl out of the hormonal daze she was
in, and she was suddenly immediately aware of exactly where she was, and
why. His second thrust tore a scream from the girl's throat, as she was fully
impaled on the dragon's shaft. Each flap of Aliksandr's wings took the two of
them further skyward, and gave the dragon a fraction more penetration,
which served to raise the girl's scream in both pitch and volume. As they
flew into the clouds, Aliksandr leveled off his ascent, and began flying
towards his home. Now that they were level, the dragon's motions in
flapping his wings served to consummate his union with the girl, as he began
a slow pistoning of his sex in and out of her nether-mouth.
The girl's screaming eventually died away, and was replaced with a choked
sobbing, with an occasional gasp as Aliksandr's areal maneuvering would
alter the pattern's speed, angle, or depth. Soon, they reached the dragon's
cave in the crags of Mount Thuslim, and as he landed, Aliksandr curled his
wings around the girl, still keeping her mounted on him, as he gently lay
down in his nest, with her still pressed against his belly.
As she lay shuddering against Aliksandr, the girl began to feel the same
warmth that she felt before her mind was shattered by the dragon's final
claiming of her as his lover. She involuntarily moved against him, and his
scaly skin rubbing against her own flesh somehow felt stimulating, so she
continued to move, at first, very little, but as she fell more and more under
the spell of this rekindled arousal, her movements became more pronounced.
Soon her rubbing served to move the tatters of her gown away from her
breasts, and the girl rubbed her hardening nipples against Aliksandr's
leathery hide, gasping and cooing as she did so.
The dragon watched her arousal build, then, as fuel to the fire, he gently
raked a claw down her back, hard enough to leave a strong mark, but not
enough to break the skin. When the heat from the scratch hit the girl, she
arched her back, moaning loudly, and sliding forward on his shaft. This last
motion evoked a squeal of pleasure from the girl, and she quickly pushed
back down on the dragon's member. Immediately, the sensations caught up
with her, making her moan and want to slide forward again... within
minutes, the girl had worked herself into a frenzy, riding the dragon's sex
like a bar wench on a tavern-goer with some extra gold.
Aliksandr raked his claw down her back again, and the girl screamed
again, but this time, it was a scream of wanting. She bucked against the
dragon, bringing her hands up to pull on and rub her nipples harder against
his hide. Soon, she started throbbing around the dragon, and her screams
rivaled the roar of an enraged Dragon as her orgasm hit. The girl fell
forward, her screams choked off by her own body, and continued to rub as
much of her body as could maintain contact with the dragon's skin. At last,
the orgasm began to subside, and the girl's movements with it, until she lay
curled up on Aliksandr's belly, her breath coming in short gasps.
The dragon wrapped his wings around the girl and pulled her up towards
his chest gently, allowing his shaft to slip out of her, and resheathing it. As
she lay against his chest, in the first stages of a light doze, Aliksandr bent
his head and whispered gently in her ear.
"You have shared the love of the Dragon," he whispered to the girl, "and it
is now a part of you. I claim you as my Love, and as my Rider, and together,
we shall spend our days in the skies. To you, I give your name, which is
Tarion. I also give my protection, my devotion, my life, and my name, which
is Aliksandr. It is by these names that we are thus bound; two souls, one
force. Now rest, Tarion, for tomorrow we ride."
By the time Aliksandr had finished speaking these words, a low purring
rumble was coming from Tarion's throat, and her chest rose and fell gently,
as that of someone deep in slumber. The dragon smiled quietly, and lay his
head next to Tarion's. <<Such are the ways of rituals, dear Tarion... and there
will be more to face in the future... but they will be faced together.>>
Upon these thoughts, the dragon slept, holding his Rider safe.
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