A Forest Territory
Well, while I'm still new here, I wrote this up a while ago, and finally decided to post it here. Of course I realised would need a username for that. So now instead of my new internet tag (which, if anyone is interested is 'PredatorTalon') I've opted for the less hostile sounding older internet tag, which is NuraTalon. Anyhow, This is my first authorship piece of this kind (IE, my first pr0n story XD). So, I'm looking to improve. So, Tear this story to pieces when you review it. I want to hear about every typo, everything that I missed and/or needed to be put in as well as every basic way I could improve. That way, every story I post here, will get better and better. Enjoy! //|| NuraTalon -+- Artic Flame of the Southern Skies //|| LEGALITIES: This Authorship piece was written by NuraTalon on TADAC 5018.66 and TADAC 5018.67 (November 22nd 2008 and November 23rd 2008 for those on a standard date system). All characters, locations and names are copyright to NuraTalon. Any reference to real names/places/locations/other characters in the world or on the internet is purely coincidental and accidental. This Authorship piece may be posted elsewhere, under the supreme condition that the work be referenced to NuraTalon and full credit given. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Well, at the very least, she's rather cute," Feathirlis noted to herself, eyeing the dragon approaching her forest. If anyone was going to invade her territory, at least it was pleasing to look at. Although she'd rather not have to kill anyone right now, she was still recovering from the lucky score the last invader had scored on her chest before she'd ended his miserable life. Well, maybe if this dragon just kept on flying, straight over her forest, maybe, just maybe she wouldn't have to end her life. She'd recognized the dragon as being female the second she saw her. Just the way female dragons flew gave them away as being female. But it had come later to her that she'd realized that this dragon was really small. Eyeing the distance carefully, she realized that the flying white dragon, was only fifteen feet long, just under half her own size. It was then, the strange colour of the dragon's scales, reflecting down the sunlight made her realize why. The flying dragon was actually a snowdragon. Realizing this, she knew the dragon was a long way from home, since she did know snowdragons took up lives on artic glaciers, and she knew those to be at least a few kilometres North. This also explained to her why the dragon hadn't avoided the area completely. And if she knew and had been told about such dragons were true, then killing if she needed to wouldn't be a problem. She continued to watch the dragon from her position on the ground, her dark green scales making her near invisible in the heavy shade created by the thick forest above her. She simply used her control over the forest to shift the trees out of her way to watch. It was then, she noticed the change in direction of the white dragon's flight path. Instead of maintaining level flight as she had been, the dragon had angled down somewhat, and was now heading for the forest itself. Feathirlis moved some more trees out of her way and noted the sun's position in the sky. It was coming up on the end of afternoon and onto night and, judging by the current weather, she expected it to snow tonight, giving her forest a wonderful mix of green and white. But her plans to watch the snow fall had been shattered. From the dragon's flight path, she was going to land in her forest. Thoughts on how brutally annihilate this dragon sprung straight to her mind, and she considered driving a vine through the dragon's brain the second she set foot on the snow, but as the dragon made final approach to the only area in which one could land in the forest without hurting one's self, she flew right over where Feathirlis was. And she noted the dragon's apparent sheer lack of physical strength. And other thoughts rose to mind, and she smiled. Maybe she could still have some fun tonight. She pushed aside more trees, and watched the dragon's graceful landing. Most dragons came to a running stop. This one pulled up midair, killing all of her speed and stepping down onto the ground. An excellent flyer, there was no doubt about it. Her small size and large wings would make her very naturally suited to the air, and she could probably pull off some insane aerial performances without a second thought. The dragon turned around, looking all the way around her, taking in her surroundings. Maybe if she paid insane attention to the exact spot where Feathirlis lay, she might notice her, but it was a mere quick glance, getting the feel for the area. As she did though, Feathirlis noted a small grey scar on the dragon's neck. Something from a childhood injury maybe? she thought. The dragon moved from the clearing, dropping to four legs rather than the two she had landed on, and padded out of the clearing. Giving a five second count after the dragon started walking, Feathirlis followed her silently, and totally out of sight, using her powers of control over the forest to grow branches and such, which broke up the pattern of a dragon's body moving through the thick trees. The first stop the invading dragon made in her forest, was the large, deep lake in the middle of it. Feathirlis was half expecting the white female to drink from it, but instead, she dived straight into it, creating little more than ripples in the water as she entered it like a lance, diving deep and flipping around. Apparently, this dragon was an excellent flyer AND swimmer. But once again, her body showed lack of physical strength, making her an easy target. Yes, tonight would be quite fun indeed. With the sun slowly fading, black night started to take over the skies, the white dragon rose from her swim, and stretched out on the edge of the lake, water glistening on her body in the fading sunlight. She then turned and faced out over the lake, looking out over the reflective water. It was then that Feathirlis made her move. She jumped out from the trees, and landed behind the small white and made her presence known. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my forest?" she demanded, a certain edge to her voice. The white dragon whipped around rapidly, staring at her in surprise and then, a slight tinge of fear caught hold of her eyes as she realized what she had done. "...I'm Cryalis... I was passing through..." the white responded, and Feathirlis nearly roared with glee. Not only physically weak, but shy beyond all reason. Could she have been any luckier? Feathirlis moved to Cryalis' left side, slowly thickening the forest with vines and branches where the snowdragon was sure to retreat to once she started her attack. "Well now, Cryalis... you of course realize by now that this is my territory." Cryalis had realized the moment she had seen the dark green dragon. She nods slowly, her wings unfolded and tail twitching slightly, wondering how the dark green dragon would act. Feathirlis turns around and walks in the other direction, and as she expected, the shy white follows her with her head, and she thickens the other side of the forest, preventing a ground-side escape, and she had plans in case the snowdragon should try to get away via the air. "Of course, any other dragon would have attacked you on sight. But here we are, talking like civilised beings." Cryalis was trying to plan an escape, but she saw no options available to her at the time. She would have to wait until a chance presented itself. She nodded again. "...Yes.... here we are..." And Feathirlis decided to start right at that moment. She summoned up two vines from the ground, one on either side of Cryalis, and they rose up rapidly, piercing through her wings, and then wrapping around them, the bloodstained tips of the vines going back into the ground, forcing her wings to stay open and the vines through her wings, so she couldn't get away. Cryalis let out a roar of pain as the vines punctured her wings, and tying them open. "You didn't really think I'd let you off with nothing more than a talking to, did you now?" Feathirlis remarked at the sight of the white dragon's eyes. She summoned up more vines, wrapping around the snowdragon's feet, now knowing she wouldn't be able to free herself. They tightened up, enough to hurt, but not enough to cut blood flow to her ankles. "Oh boy... will this will be fun!" Feathirlis remarked aloud. OSD-CSL4 //||| Con.Ver.2.5. Part01 - 3:36pm EST TADAC 5018.66 Feathirlis looked over the white snowdragon, sheer glee showing in her eyes. She figured it would be easy, given her obersations, but this had gone down better than any part of her could have ever figured. Fear and pain showed in the Cryalis' eyes as she moved in close, her nose touching hers and she stared into those white eyes, her's showing nothing but entertainment. "Do you know what I did to the last dragon who invaded my forest?" she asked politely, smiling widely at her trapped prey. Cryalis struggled against the vines pinning her to the ground, only succeeding in making her wings bleed more from the vines through the membrane. "...no..." "Usually," Feathirlis took up a cheerfully happy tone of voice, "I kill them as soon as they touch the ground," Cryalis' eyes widened, wondering if she would become the next victim. She tried to cut the vines with her talons, but Feathirlis had thought of such an action, and pinned down her talons as well as her legs. She only served to struggle weakly against the plants holding her down. "But... you are different, aren't you? You're such a cute little dragon..." At this point, she summoned up another vine to wrap around Cryalis' mouth, muzzling her, and preventing her from attempting to bite, or even make a noise, save for simplistic sounds. Feathirlis dragged a claw down Cryalis' white neck, pushing against the much-weaker-than-her scales, drawing a small line of blood, and Cryalis whimpered as her scales were pierced and she started to bleed. "...even cuter when your bleeding." She brings her claw back to her face and licks the blood off it, savouring the taste, noting it. "...the little snowdragon... Are you liking this, my pet?" She added the last part on with a small hint of venom to her tone. Cryalis' reply was to struggle some more against her bindings, which only caused a few drops of blood from her wings to fall onto the snow below her. She tried to speak, but that only came out as a muffled groan, so instead she shook her head violently. "Oh... I guess I'll have to fix that then, won't I?" She summoned up another vine, and this one pierced right through her underbelly scales. Cryalis let out a roar of pain, muffled by the vine muzzle as the vine, quickly becoming covered in her blood, entered deeply into her body, before wrapping around itself, preventing it from being pulled out without causing a lot of pain and blood loss. "Better?" Feathirlis asked, giggling in responce to the white's reaction to pain, "...and very cute when in pain..." She moved her head past Cryalis' and began to lick the wound she'd caused with her claw rather lovingly. Cryalis whimpered everytime her tongue touched the bleeding area, and she nearly let out another roar of glee. Was her catch great, or what? But she realized at just that moment, she'd been gently scratching the white's neck with another of her claws, causing Cryalis to have been whimping gently, and not her licking on the neck wound. Now that her pet was in the pain that she so loved so much, time to move on. She summoned up more vines which wrapped tightly around her neck, pinning her from moving her head at all. Feathirlis moved her head back to her snowdragon's head and gently licked underneath her snout, just below her eyes. Then, another vine, which she wasn't sure she summoned up, came from behind, and gripped Cryalis' tail, swinging with another vine to pull her tail off to the side and up somewhat. Cryalis must have noticed, for she began to struggle again, and serving only to cause her to bleed more against the vines through her wings, and now in her underbelly. "Easy my cute little pet... You're not going anywhere..." she added with a gently cruel smile and an edge to her voice which indicated she would not like what was about to happen to her. Feathirlis moved down the snowdragon's left flank, and she moved all the way down to the white's tail, and gently bit down, causing Cryalis to whimper again as her teeth pierced the semi-frail scales there. Feathirlis most definatly enjoyed the taste of her pet's blood. She began to lick up the tail now, on top and heading back to the white's body. Cryalis' whole body stiffened as she realized what was going to happen. Feathirlis licked her way all the way back to the snowdragon's cute little body, and gently bit into her scales at the point where Cryalis' tail join with the rest of her body. She whimpered again, a sound that Feathirlis was really starting to enjoy. After her mouth once again had the taste of the snowdragon's cool blood, she began to lick underneath the base of Cryalis' tail. She began to move her tongue to the snowdragon's softer-than-rest-of-her-body scales under her tail, which signified a dragon's privates. Cryalis had begun to struggle again, stronger this time. She even tried to speak, which as nothing more than a muffled groan, but Feathirlis got it's meaning quite clearly. Well, well... it appeared the snowdragon had a few 'choice' words in her vocabulary. She continued to lick all over that area, until she found what she was looking for. Just a small fold of skin in the middle of the patch of soft scales. Even though she was being used against her will, Cryalis' body reacted to being licked as she was. A soft moan was heard from the snowdragon, slightly muffled by the muzzle of vines Feathirlis had given her. "Hmmm... You like that... don't you?" Feathirlis asked, pausing her in licking. Cryalis growled a negative, despite her body saying otherwise. "...I think you do.." she replied with a giggle. She licked gently at the fold of skin, before spreading her open with her teeth and thrusting her tongue inside the snowdragon's opening. Cryalis gasped, or rather tried to gasp due to her vine muzzle. Feathirlis tongue could feel every warm fold within the snowdragon, and she slowly began to explore around inside of her. Cryalis' body responded, to her utter disgust given her position, with slow and soft moans as Feathirlis' tongue worked her way deeper inside of her, licking around. Slowly, Feathirlis began to thrust with her tongue, and moving it all about inside of her as she did. Cryalis' moans slowly began to become louder and louder, still muffled by her muzzle. Feathirlis thrusting became fast and so did her movements around inside of her. Cryalis began to shake against her bindings. Then, Cryalis' let out a roar and she cummed, all of her cum being licked up by Feathirlis, who was still thrusting lightly with her tongue inside of her pet OSD-CSL4 //||| Con.Ver.2.5 Part02 - 5:45am TADAC - 5018.67