With tooth and paw: Chapter 7
#7 of Fates of War
Things heat up for our friend, but can it free his heart from its icy prison?
DISCLAMER: Blah blah blah, mature content, don't steal. You guys know the drill.
Chapter 7: Business as usual
When the warm rays of morning peeked over mountains far to the east, sneaking past curtained windows of Irn, finding Vedrit to be in a similar position as Wern, in bed with a woman, both naked, and the memory of the night before fuzzy and a blur of passion, although Vedrit was far from comfortable.
The dragoness, hugging Vedrit close, was not asleep, but smiling at him, rubbing his legs, her claws gently gliding over his fur.
"Good morning." Ryin whispered.
Vedrit, still a bit groggy, only raised an eyebrow. Try as he might, he remembered little beyond her entering his room.
"What happened?" Vedrit asked after a length of silence, uncomfortable and awkward with Ryin still rubbing his leg, enticing his member to harden.
"You made a woman. Twice." she answered, rubbing her chest against him and nuzzling his neck.
"Why?" was all he managed, trying not to think of her plump breasts against his chest, her gentle hands caressing his legs, her warm, inviting body exuding the heady smell of want, of the musk giving evidence that she had been truthful. All this he tried not to think of, but it's hard not to think of what's nearby and appealing.
"My brother might say I have more than a mere fascination with you soft-bodied creatures of the south. With you especially." Ryin answered sweetly before licking Vedrits check teasingly
With his mind catching up, something didn't quite fit. Dragons had larger...proportions in certain areas, and questions needed answering.
"How?" Vedrit asked "Shamed as any male would be to say it, but it's not like we fit like pieces of a Lamian puzzle box."
The puzzle boxes he made reference to, made by artisans in the Lamian Republic, were often the most intricate, and beautiful, crafts of wood to be found. The boxes are made of pieces that, when put together perfectly, come together nearly seamlessly. So rarely are they made that only royalty or the insanely rich afford to commission a box.
Ryin laughed softly at that, "You are my first and second, that means I was tight enough to squeeze you and make you moan in your 'sleep'." she explained with a low rumbling growl, stroking Vedrits shaft to full-harden.
Vedrit, unable to resist any longer, ran his hands down her sides, sliding along her smooth scales, curving around her haunches to tease her.
"Kilor," she moaned, arching her back at his touch, "Let us be one!" she said before guiding his cat-hood into her folds and causing Vedrit to moan. She was far tighter than he would have thought, especially after having had sex twice so recently. Her walls, so hot and strong, gripped him and sent waves of bliss coursing through both.
As Ryin lowered herself, resisting the urge to go crazy from lust, moaned louder, this trails of smoke rising from her snout, her tail twitching randomly. Vedrit could only lie there, rolling his head around, lost in the waves of fiery pleasure, his hands kneading her rump.
Soon, Ryin was beyond control and was bouncing on Vedrits hips, grinding against him whenever their hips met, rapidly pushing Vedrit toward a climax.
What Vedrit didn't know, was that he was making more than a contact, but in the heat of their coupling, and the rising of their climaxes, it didn't matter.
Restraining a roar, Ryin muffled her cry of pleasure into the pillow as her muscles clenched even tighter, her fluids gushing out as Vedrit came shooting in, accompanied by his own restrained cry.
Panting in unison, Ryin gently rested herself on top of Vedrit, her walls milking him of every last drop of his sticky essence, her womb drinking him in.
"Sleep well." Ryin whispered as she slowly got up and covering Vedrit, who couldn't fight the rush of exhaustion, plunging as deep into sleep as he did into Ryin.
When Vedrit woke to the bright beams of noon, there was a leather band with a polished silver ring tied to it running through a hole made in a scale that could only belong to one dragoness. Vedrit had seen similar bands on couples, each bearing a scale of their mate, and Vedrit suddenly remembered one of the many traditions. Females picked the mate, and they were together for life. This remembrance took an instant, and Vedrit sighed. While some might think having a dragoness as a life-mate a dream come true, Vedrits heart long belonged to Tiania. He simply couldn't love anyone else. Even Myrna and Wern were barely his friends.
Shivering with a deep-set cold feeling, Vedrit sat up.
No matter how many people he talked to, he could not, would not, forget Tiania. They hardly knew each other, or at least he hardly knew her, yet she loved him, loved him in the purest way, a way he couldn't understand. His heart knew, though, and wouldn't let him move on, but persisted that he should continue loving Tiania, though she was dead.
"Regardless," Vedrit mumbled to himself, "I can't not put on the band. My personal feelings..." again, he shivered, "are a mess."
Taking a deep breath, Vedrit sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the finely polished wood, reflecting that the grains were as complex as his life.
"Life has to go on with business as usual." He said with weak resolve before standing and getting dressed.