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The Dragon in the Mist

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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I’d been looking for him for so long, the dragon who had slipped into my dreams one night, when I finally came upon him. But our story started long ago, when I was but eighteen, tossing and turning in my narrow university bed, trying to simply get a good night of sleep. That, more often than not, had proven to be difficult in the student halls at Carmarthen university, even if it was a smaller university than others around, like the ones further east and, of course, into England. Still, it suited me well, set in the luscious land of South Wales, close to the coast with plenty of rich, green countryside rolling from the town outskirts.

Especially the Historical Studies program, a wide-ranging course of study that even went into local myths and legends too. It had surprised me, originally, that there had been so much linked in to history – and vice versa – but there was a bond to much in the world that, before, I had not given it due credit for. Maybe that was why Gwion had to come to me in my dreams, the dragon snaking his way in, taking up space.

He had a way of doing that.

I slumbered, dreaming of a valley, trekking down to the bottom of it. A river cut through, not that large, though the valley in my dream was filled with mist, swirling and churning as if there was a breeze that sent ripples and currents and eddies through it. Even though it was water truly, it still behaved with more of the qualities of a river than mist, moving with purpose, as if it was flowing somewhere.

Down through the valley.

I explored deeper and deeper, the mist darker around me in a way that I had never seen before. I didn’t know it was a dream, not right then, but it took on a darker blue hue, rich and swirling, though something shifted through it, catching my eye.

“Who… Is someone there?”

Even my voice sounded strange, faint and floating, drifting away from me even as my lips parted, words slipping from them. I resisted the urge to snatch them back – but there was the movement again, a slipping, slithering motion, something that had me chasing it, unconsciously.

I did not trip and I did not stumble, floating forward, my feet seeming to glide rather than to step. A rock wall, craggy and ragged, rose before me – and then there he was, the dragon, a massive head rising from the swirling, churning mists, elegant and refined, almost whiskery appendages around his jaw line, though they were only, at most, three inches in length where they lined his entire jawline. Deep, blue eyes blinked at me where I froze, suddenly rooted in place, though my heart leapt, knowing that I was safe. Even if I did not know that the dream was around me, not at that time.

“You…”

I didn’t know what I was saying, the dragon rumbling a growl, my lips parted. And what I was the most aware of was how big he was, the thick round of his body, serpentine, pushing forward as his head rose higher and higher and higher. My heart pounded in my chest, a driving beat that I could not follow, but it didn’t matter, not really, not when and while I was there.

“Arthur…” The dragon growled. “It’s time… You must find me…”

“But how?” I tried to say, even as the long dragon’s body appeared, still standing on four legs but longer and more refined than I might have expected, his horns slender and lightly curled back. “How? Who are you?”

“It’s all well, Arthur,” the dragon said. “You will find me… But it is time to seek out your true purpose in life. And it is time… I will be with you too, in your dreams, until then.”

I didn’t know what that meant, not back then, not as the dream dissipated around me, but that was okay. I would come back to it, all in good time. For the dragon, whose name I would come to learn was Gwion, did indeed come to me, each and every night, helping me, showing me a little more of him and his ways, the rich, mountainous landscape that he called his home.

And yet he could not escape. I lived my days in my dreams, waking tired and yet rejuvenated, knowing that I needed it, needed him, though not even I could have understood or even put into words just how our relationship was growing and changing. At one point, I thought I was going crazy, but there was just something sweetly serene, something just right, about going to the dragon in my dreams, about finding out all that Gwion had done and was doing, so that I could join him too.

The dragon had quite a life, though was trapped. He could travel, from mind to mind, if I was not in the process of losing my own mind, seeing the world through the eyes of others. That was how he found me at the university, apparently, though I still did not fully understand that part. Maybe I would, in time, when I could see things through his eyes as he saw through mine.

I could not explain it, not even as I woke warm, heat in my cheeks, every morning, after having spent the night with him. There was something more there, a bond of some kind, but I still did not know what it was, how it could have come to be so deep between us, all while we had never met in person. Yet the dream worlds that Gwion took me too felt more real than the world I was living in sometimes…

Until, finally, I delved deep into the mountains. There were routes still that walkers were cautioned against and only supposed to venture up into if they knew the area, if they had a guide – hell, even if they let someone, the mountaineering service, know where they were going it was a start. The slopes were not as steep as they could be in other parts of the world but they were more sparsely populated, too many stumbling and falling, for there were still sharp cliffs and judging drops, ravines that one could tumble into, get into a bind.

I’d chosen the spring months, that time, which was less treacherous, in a way. The water often ran thick with melt from the higher slopes, though the mountain that I was on didn’t have a name. I knelt, checking my map with a gulp, heart pounding in my chest.

I was there… Or, more accurately, I was nowhere. I wasn’t on any map anymore.

I stood, surveying my surroundings carefully, though I could not stop the flicker of excitement building in my chest. It was rich, so luscious and green, around me, the mountains holding on to so much energy through the winter months in the middle of Wales. Although the roads cut through, winding and twisting and turning, they still did not capture the beauty of the land and I was exceedingly fortunate to have come there, so close to Gwion at just the time that it mattered the most.

The valley dropped away steeply below me and I had passed a glacial lake already to get there, carved out into the pit of the mountain from age-old glaciers that had long since melted, carving through rock with their slow flow of water, even while it was frozen. It was dangerous there, though I took my time climbing down the valley through the trees, the deciduous vegetation getting its leaves back again in spring, though many of the sprouts and fresh shoots were still delicate. I had passed some daffodils too, in a more sheltered spot, but flowers would not usually bloom up there so high until spring had well and truly set in.

I knew he was there, however, and that hastened my steps, all the way down the bottom, using the trees to guide my way down until my boots plunged into the shallow river at the bottom. Even though it was shallow, it soaked up to my calves and I raced on, slipping on the stones, my heart pounding more and more fervently, lungs aching as I raked in cold air. That had always bothered my asthma, yet the pull was there, a tug in the pit of my stomach as if I was being physically drawn forth, something hooked into me. It did not hurt and, even if it did, I would have still hurtled forth, seeking him out, aching for him, desperate for him, for that fragile building of the bond that we had been cultivating for so many years already.

“Gwion… Gwion… Where are you?”

I didn’t ask if he was there. I already knew that. I couldn’t say but I did, for that valley had been one that I had walked, time after time again, in my sleep, in my dreams, all to see him. My heart rose, beating increasingly quickly, palms sweaty even though a cold chill trickled down my back. I wanted him, needed to be with him, but…how?

I’d entered the valley, Gwion’s domain, where an old, ancient magic, from all that we had learned and understood of his plight, kept him trapped. Now that I had crossed the border…he could leave.

But would the dragon leave me too?

I heard the rumble of his voice, a deep, booming cry, before I saw him, my name tangled up in the roar, though it bellowed, trembling through the ground under my feet. I stumbled and toppled forward, the world of green and richness flashing around me – though a solid, long, weaving body slammed a little too hard into me at just the right time, catching me. He knocked the breath from my lungs, however, as, suddenly, I found myself cradled in the blue coil of a long, scaled body, the dragon that I had spent so much time and so many years with already pressing in close as if we were merely catching up after a long day.

He parted his lips to say something, eyes shining more and more brightly, but neither of us got the chance to.

For it was at that very moment that something, though we didn’t yet know quite what, changed…

A flash of light struck, burning my eyes, though there was no pain, even though I had to close them. Gwion reeled, but, somehow, my arms had ended up around his neck, clinging to him so tightly that I swore, even then, that I thought I was going to lose him. Maybe that was what my mind expected, some deep part of my psyche that couldn’t let go now that that next step had been taken, but it was not the time to dig into that.

No… Not as blue, swirling light, sparkling like snow on a fresh, crisp winter’s morning, flooded around us, whispering and pressing in, mist that had a mind of its own. And yet it glowed too as it seemed to throb and pulse with energy that I could not put a name too, closing in around on all sides, blocking out even our sight of the valley that had been Gwion’s home for so long.

The dragon let out a small cry and I soothed him gently, running my fingers over his scales, again and again, even though I didn’t dare break the contact between us. His scales were so warm, sweetly warm, and all I could do was press in close, holding him as tightly to me as I dared, though I would always be more fragile than Gwion, as much as I would have liked that to be different.

My breath hitched, breathing in the blue light, but Gwion whimpered and shuddered against me, his eyes closed, trembling in place.

“Gwion…” I drew him to me, trying to turn his head up a little, but the dragon wriggled out of my grasp. “What is it? Are you hurt?”

He could not talk, or didn’t want to talk, shaking his head and trying to take a step back. His body rippled, the pressure going through him from his head to his tail, which I had not paid attention to yet. It snaked back and forth lightly, dissipating some of the magical mist, but, really, that was the least of our concerns at that time.

Everything was…tingly. Like when I saw a cute guy (oh, that felt so small and silly in comparison to how I felt at that very moment) and every sense in my body seemed to become heightened, even to the point that touch felt electric and I inhaled deeply. Crisp water appeared to flow into my nostrils, breathing in the mist that was a magic and something more, both at the same time. Still, I could smell the dragon through it, the crystalline scent that didn’t have a root in anything that I had borne witness to before, like fresh flowers sprinkled with dew… No, that was not right. It was more than that, like being buried in a crystal mine, alight with the life and light of the earth.

Maybe, one day, I would be able to find a suitable comparison for his unique aroma, but that was not the day. Not as my hips juddered lightly, my fingers tracing across his scales, feeling the edges of them. I licked my lips, suddenly dry-mouthed, yet saliva came again, my heart pounding as a bigger, deeper heartbeat joined in.

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Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum.

Gwion’s heartbeat. The dragon hissed lightly, snaking his head back and forth, shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other and back again. Under his feet, the ground cut up a little, claws digging into the rich, green moss that lay there.

“The magic…” He hissed, ducking his head in what I swore was a blush. “It’s… Nnnghhh… It wants me to…”

Gwion shook his head as if he was fighting something off, but the dragon did not have to explain. I understood his embarrassment, even though I felt his wonder at it too, that tenacious throb of connection, as if there was a physical bond stretched out between us like an elastic band. It stretched more and more – and would snap too unless we did something about it.

If I didn’t know what was expected of me, what my body and mind and our connection had been leading us towards for so very long already, I knew it in that moment more than any other. There could be nothing else for it as my arousal throbbed, though I tried to keep it down, my trousers thick, hiking trousers, enough to hide the slow rise of a bulge there. And yet how could I possibly, even slightly, hope to hide my arousal in that way when it was what I craved? Oh, I’d thought that I hadn’t wanted to be with anyone in university because there was so much going on, that I would never have the time for it, but that simply wasn’t true.

At least three years back, my heart had already chosen who I wanted to be with. Even if I had not thought that it was possible at the time, even if I had thought that Gwion would never want me back.

“It’s okay…Gwion,” I said slowly, softly, taking the dragon’s cheeks and head in my hands, impossibly large, his head as big as my torso. “I… I feel it too…”

Was it too soon? Or was there perhaps no better time for it, the words playing over my tongue, dancing back and forth on the very tip of it? We had come together and the next step was there, friends who had grown a bond that could never be broken. And yet there was the offer of an even deeper, more intimate bond there too, if only we were brave enough to take it for our own…

I took a breath, letting the words fly.

“I… I love you, Gwion,” I said, my cheeks pink, not caring one little bit. “I… I have for a long time. If you want to… I will too… I want this, with you. I want to be with you.”

The dragon’s eyes shone and he closed what little distance there was between us, making me confident in my decision to be honest even though it had taken every last little bit of courage that I’d had in me. That could not be helped, but his lips helped a lot, pressing to mine despite the difference in our sizes, somehow managing a chaste kiss, lip to lip, that deepened into something more. My heart leapt and I could do nothing other than accept Gwion against me as his tongue brushed my lips, questing for entry. I had only been with a couple of guys before Gwion, one after meeting Gwion in my dreams, but I knew what that meant.

And I hungered for it, the blue glow of magic surrounding me again as my clothes rippled and shimmered, melting off my body, though they did not disintegrate. That was something that I would very much be glad of later, though the dragon gasped and let out a whimper that sounded too small and too fragile to come from a creature of his size. And yet did that truly matter? I wanted him, all of him, everything about Gwion making me want to close that distance between us more and more, to be intimate, to have that love…

Did he love me too?

Gwion answered that question with his body as he gently laid me down on my back, bearing me down to the ground as he covered my body with his. The dragon was so long and so large that he dwarfed me and I could not help but blush even as my naked erection throbbed to rampant attention.

It was quick… But was it, really? Hadn’t we been intimate with him laying his head in my lap during all those nights that we spent together, all those times that we had languished, talking about everything and anything, just to spend time together? Crossing from a dream world, however, into reality was a sharp leap that I was willing to take…

All for Gwion. All for us.

“Let me…” His voice was low, but building in confidence, a shy smile flickering up at the corners of his lips, teeth showing as he parted them. “I can help you, I want to… Oh, Gwion, I never believed that you would cross the barrier, that you would find me… I had faith in you but I did not believe in myself. Does that… Does that make sense?”

I laughed and shook my head, brushing his snout with my fingers, though the dragon could have said anything at all to me and it would all have been okay, very much okay. It was not his fault, after all, that he had fallen ill of the fae folk all that time ago. And his release would bring so very much to him, and to me, both of us, together.

“It’s okay…” I reassured him, hoping that my smile showed enough, though I knew my beard was showing through, stubble on my chin, my blonde hair brushed that morning but sweatier after hiking for most of the day. “I… I want to be with you. I would do anything for you.”

Gwion nuzzled my stomach, eyes sliding away as if holding that eye contact was difficult for him.

“And I would do anything for you too,” he confessed. “All this time, I have been dreaming. And now you have opened the world up for me again in a way that I hardly even dared hope was possible.”

The dragon’s eyes glinted but he didn’t give me a chance, not that time, to say anything in reply, not as his tongue dipped lower still, all the way down to my crotch where it snaked around my achingly hard shaft. I felt foolishly small against him, yet I couldn’t think of anything else at all from the moment that that long, slippery, wet appendage wrapped around me, twisting and spiralling erratically around my cock as if he was going to give me pleasure from that alone.

“Oh!”

I let out a throaty grunt, a little shy at the sound that had just left my lips, though I was emboldened by how the dragon’s eyes gleamed. That was good, that was very good… He looked happy and that was all that I wanted too as ecstasy surged within me, driving me on. There wasn’t anything in particular, not really, that I had to do there, merely existing, enjoying the moment, his lips poised above my cock as his tongue did most of the work, slipping and slithering wetly back and forth. Saliva drooled from his open maw but I did not mind, for he was trying to keep his teeth respectfully away from my length, even though that was something that we would both learn how to be careful with in time.

But his tongue, oh, his tongue… It was magical, the blue mist still swirling and pulsing around us, though it had only been startling in the beginning. It was not frightening, even if it had served to awaken something deeper, perhaps even something magical, within us both. Of course, I was quite sure that Gwion had magic of his own – and not only in his tongue, that wonderful, sweet muzzle of his.

His tongue caressed me, slurping and pulling along the length of my shaft, pulling the skin very lightly from the pressure he exerted. Although I did not have much experience, it was by far the best blowjob – if I could even use such a crude word for a moment of connection like that – that I’d ever gotten. Everything set my skin tingling and, sitting with my legs stretched out before me, I struggled to get my knees up, bending them and drawing my feet back towards me. It let me curl forward more easily without overusing my abs, running my fingers softly over his head, around the light “whiskering” of his jaw, feeling the base of his horns. He rumbled a soft, throaty purr at that and I hissed through my teeth.

“Oh, gods…”

Those vibrations trembled right down into my achingly hard shaft and as much as I tried to tell myself that it had to be some kind of magical influence that was making me feel like I was going to blow my load right then and there it was not. It was just him, it was only us, our connection strengthening, the band holding us together tighter and tighter, reinforced, bit by bit.

Pleasure mounted, tugging more and more urgently on my mind. I didn’t know that it was even possible for my cock to be that hot, that wet, the rippling pull and his purring… Oh. I clenched my hands into fists briefly, straining through the tension, for I didn’t want to cum just yet, no. I wanted the moment to be drawn out for as long as possible, to feel everything, to be there with Gwion in the way that, quite honestly, mattered the most between us.

I just wanted him. And that would forever be the most important thing to me.

I grunted, thrusting up against him, though it was mostly Gwion parting his lips around my cock, taking it a little deeper than before, that did it for me. I just wanted more, greedy for it, hungry for it, the dampness of the soil under me registering, though I could not be possibly cold in such a situation. Not with such heat flowing through me, the dragon drooling lightly as his tongue pulled around me, drawing back to lap in long, smooth strokes, though he curled around a good portion of the length too with every stroke.

“Ah… Hell… Gwion…” I groaned, just about managing to force out the words, though I had no idea, not truly, how I did it. “That feels… Unff… So good… Gwion…”

I said his name like a prayer and the dragon rumbled against me, letting out a strange sort of chirp that I had not actually heard before in our dream meetings. I hoped I would hear plenty more of it again, time after time again.

“Mmm… I feel you now,” Gwion said, lips parted, his tongue flickering out over his bottom jaw, sweeping around as if he was trying to capture something. “I see you… I know you… Please, Gwion… Let us…”

But the dragon was too shy to let the words fly free and I had to do it for him, brushing his muzzle softly even as my eyes dropped to what hung under his belly. His cock was a good foot longer than mine, but, thankfully, it was not a size that I thought would be impossible for me to take. Even though I had not hung out with many other guys for relationship purposes or even just having a crush on them, I had still had my own toys, though I didn’t think I was going to need them anymore. Not with that long, hot rod of dragon cock to fuck me full.

“Oh, god…”

I couldn’t help but mutter it under my breath, smirking a little, lips tugging up – but it was Gwion’s turn to surprise me in that matter. For the dragon stepped over me, even if we were both equal partners in the moment, neither one of us controlling the other.

And yet…Gwion had never intended for me to take his cock. Not for that very first time, at least…

For he squatted over me, using his greater muscle and strength to control his own body rather than to power into mine. My hard length brushed up against his scales in the most intimate of kisses and I could not help but moan, open-mouthed, whimpering, knowing just how much I wanted him, so much, even then. Especially then.

“Gwion…” I whispered, barely able to force out the words. “Are you… Mmph… Are you sure?”

The dragon nodded, eyes locked onto mine.

“Can you…” Even he was shy. “Can you guide me in?”

I could only obey, the pounding of my heart dulling all else from my ears, as if nothing else at all needed to be there. Perhaps that was so, even as my trembling fingers closed around my length, holding it up for the dragon to adjust and, after a couple of false starts and clumsy fumbles, sink onto my cock.

We took it slowly, but I was sensitive, so very sensitive. I couldn’t hold back, but it was fine as it was Gwion and I had nothing, nothing at all, to worry about there. The heat of his anal ring pulsed around me, flexing and pulling, helping to draw my shaft deeper and deeper. If Gwion had not been moaning as loudly as he was, his jaws hanging open, streams of pearly-blue smoke furling around his muzzle, I would have thought that I was too small for him. Yet there could be no doubt in mind that he loved it, that his heart was pounding and driving with as much force as mine was.

My moans joined his, clutching at him, holding onto his head, his face, as he curled back down over me, in position and able to wind his head and neck back down and around to face me. He laid his face against mine, though it was at a funny angle and nothing quite lined up as I could have expected it to.

And yet it was perfect all the same for that matter. I wanted it and I tried to thrust, my feet slipping and scrabbling over moss and soft mud. Perhaps the movement of my body had made it so? Yet the throbbing, aching length of the dragon’s cock begged my attention too…

“Unff..”

I just about managed to reach it, pressed up against his chest and stomach, Gwion letting out a surprised grunt. But it was right and it could be nothing else as I grasped his cock, my fingers not meeting all the way around it. That was okay, as I pumped and stroked, the dragon grinding and humping down onto me, tail slapping headily down into the space between my legs. His long, serpentine body took up so much space that I could barely believe it for myself, yet all was still right with our little corner of the world as my shaft drooled pre-cum and I wondered just how long I would be able to hold off for.

“Ah… Arthur… Yes…”

I pressed on, emboldened by Gwion’s cries, pressing a tender kiss into his scales. We could take our time, yes, but there was the rushing, pressing urgency of our bodies to take into account too, to hold to question. The gripping, tight heat of his tail hole around my cock drew my mind far away, to a world where there was only need, only desire – yet the kind that came with fulfilment too at the end.

Gwion moaned and ground down – and I gripped his hind legs, curled forward so far that my abs burned. I couldn’t hold it! He slid back and forth too devoutly on my cock for me to even consider that lack of heat, panting, heaving, need coursing through with every pumping pulse of my heartbeat.

In a rush of pleasure and a strangled cry, I climaxed – and yet could not have been more surprised, even through the delirium of lust, to find Gwion climaxing too. For it seemed that that had been more than enough for the drake also to spend his seed, long, hot ropes of sticky cum painting my body as he released every drop he had to give. The ridged shaft released everything that he too had been holding back and I gasped in delight, letting it drool over my hand, though it was my stomach and chest that took the brunt of it.

But that was okay. Everything was okay now that I was with Gwion and, well, the next chapter of our lives was opening up before us, allowing us to come together, step by step, to see just what the land and the world held in store.

We could do it. As friends, as partners…and now as lovers too.

I laughed, breathless, falling back into the moss, his rumbling moans sounding out above me.

I’d never thought I would find the dragon in the mist.

And, now that I’d found him, I would never let him go.

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