Love Knows no Bounds
Before I begin, I just want to warn any potential readers that there is suggestion of sex between a human and a dragon in this, so if ya don't want to read that, then don't. If you are in any way offended by this, or are not of age, then you shouldn't be reading this. This work is 100% copyright by me, but it's not my job to police little kiddies on the net. I did write an extra paragraph containing an explicit sex scene, but didn't like how it turned out so I didn't post it here. I also want to say that this is my first attempt at writing a scalie story, and any comments or concerns are appreciated, but please consider that this is my first attempt. I'll get more detailed later. Anywho, here begins:
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Dirt. That is all my world has become. Dirt. Pick up hoe, slam it into dirt, pull, repeat until sundown. I was once somebody, a free man, a warrior in a great army. We marched over ten thousand strong, we did, and pacified the lands surrounding our kingdom. Until the enemy came. I still dream of that night, almost ten years ago, when the great assault came. An army the likes of which none have ever seen, attacking from lands where no men dwell, bearing weapons none have even heard of. Within a week the king's mighty armies were vanquished, lost in sudden, overwhelming ambushes or brutally conducted battles. It was like they didn't care about the losses of their men, they just kept swarming at us until we fell. I remember my own capture, my squad was marching a regular patrol through the dense forest to the northern side of the capitol, when we stumbled across an entire enemy battalion. There being only two dozen of us, we fled in terror through the woods. It was a nightmare run through rain and mud at night through the forests. Nobody made it. I was, to my shame, the first to fall with a leather bola around my legs.I awoke here, a farm so far away from my home that the sun hangs in a different place in the sky, and seems of an odd color. I have become a lonely old peasant here, with no hopes of freedom or ever seeing my homeland.
Until that fateful morning when She came, a little over a week ago. At first She was nothing but a golden speck low over the southern horizon, growing fast. One of the overseers noticed her approach and managed a single, choked word then fled. "dragon!" he cried, stumbling over the freshly tilled earth, eyes round as the shield I once bore to battle. The other slaves, all locals presumably knowing what was happening, dropped whatever they were carrying, turned as one, and fled to the dubious safety of the servant's housing. The overseers cried in panic and scattered to the four winds. All fled the farm save me. I was paralyzed, completely unable to move, heart thudding in my throat as She swooped low overhead. Glorious golden scales coated Her body, silver-webbed wings spread wide in a lazy glide, yet the very wind roared at Her passage. I caught a brief flash of ruby, gem-like eyes, and then She was gone, shrinking rapidly into the northern mountains.
I stood there for several hours, until the overseers returned, mind reeling over what I had seen. "Dragon," I tasted the word, rolled it over my tongue, "dragon." I smiled. The overseers beat me back into the slave's quarters. The next day the overseers were all jittery, and none of the slaves could focus, so there were more beatings than usual. I got more than my share of them, as I kept pausing to check the southern horizon for any sign of gold. I actually daydreamed, something that I have not had the inclination to do since the early days of my capture. She became my life.
A week passed, and I never caught a glimpse of Her. I began to despair of ever seeing Her again, and my work suffered because of it. I was beaten more often, but spent the beatings dreaming of Her, and so scarcely noticed. Until the day She freed ne. Shortly after dawn one morning, when the sun was still red on the horizon, I happened to be facing north. An overseer had noticed my constant glancing to the south, and was coming presumably to administer yet another beating when I caught a glimpse of gold in the corner of my eye. Knowing that the overseer was coming, I pointed quickly and shouted the word I had heard him use before. "Dragon!" It came out hoarse from a throat that I had been forbidden to use in ten years, but the reaction was instant. He started, face paling in dismay as he caught sight of Her, and quickly repeated the warning to the others. Everybody fled as before, save my self, but this time She did not merely fly overhead, this time She attacked! Shortly before She reached the farm, She shot upwards into the air, then made a sudden, swift dive at the master's house. She raked the building with several gouts of flame before pulling up into a level spiral, then darted down again, this time to devour one of the overseers who had picked up a crossbow. Her next strike was against the slave's quarters. She quickly burned the cheap wood-and-mud building to the ground. Again and again She struck, and throughout I simply stood and gaped at Her. Never had I seen such beauty and such horror.
She finally noticed my still figure when all others were dead, and, seeing that I was quite immobilized, She decided to land in front of me, great claws furrowing the earth I had labored so hard to till. She was twice my height at the shoulder, and two wagon lengths nose to tail. As She heaved in a breath to unleash her flame, something in overwhelmed my senses, and I suddenly blurted "I love you!" Her head snapped back in surprise, open jaws clenching shut, and Her eyes widened almost comically as She swallowed her own flame in shock. She gasped, then uttered one word in a voice that sang like an angel and steel. "Human." She launched herself into the sky, and winged away toward the northern mountains. I stumbled after her, then began to run, chasing after as fast as I could on my miserable two legs. I ran and ran until I collapsed, but I did manage to get close enough to see Her land in what must be a cave, although it appeared as nought but a single black dot on the side of the mountain which She disappeared into. I burned the image into my mind, and set off again, this time at a more sustainable hike toward Her cave. I arrived late the third night, and although I had found a spring and sated my thirst, I was on the brink of starvation when I finally climbed to Her abode. I staggered into the mouth of Her cave, to Her apparent utter surprise, and repeated my earlier admission. "I love you!" I cried, stumbling over the uneven rocky floor toward Her. She looked my full in the face with those giant ruby eyes, and I stopped mid-stride. I stared back into them, so lost in their beauty that I almost missed what she said next. "Then come."
I awoke the next morning, nude, curled between her arms, shaded by her lovely, semi-transparent silver-webbed wings. She was snoring lightly, her ruby-gemmed eyes heavy-lidded, but still slightly open so I could gaze into them. They say love knows no boundaries. This is certainly true, not even the boundary of species.