FSE

Dark and azure sky

Story by Fatchaos on SoFurry

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**Dark and azure sky

-Part 1-**

Azura watched helplessly on the ground as the last of her personal guards fought the marauders. She was coughing blood on the soil beneath her. It felt like she would vomit, but was unable to. It hurt so badly, her vision was becoming blurry. She had no energy left to cast even the simplest of spell, but then again, she didn't have the strength to lift her battle staff anymore, either. The screams of battle seemed like distant cries, even though the sources were right before her, all around her. She looked to her left, and saw some of their last remaining warrior-caste make a run for it. Couldn't blame them, given an opportunity to be free, with the alternative to fight to the death for a cause they were forced to serve. She had taken several blows to the stomach, and she was bleeding badly. She looked as the last of her guards finally got impaled by a spear. No one was here to help her anymore, and she was dying. Her priestess partner was already decapitated, so she was utterly alone. Funny, how powerless a priestess like herself was now. The terror of the battlefield, reduced into a numb ragdoll coughing up blood on the grassy ground. No hope.

Finally, they had been able to kill the last of the feared priestess's personal guards. It wasn't easy, and since there were two priestesses, they took many casualties. But after they had gotten the other priestess, it wasn't too hard to overpower the other one. There were only a dozen of themselves left, but now was the time for the spoils, and the other priestess was still alive! No enemies were around anymore, so they must have all left, or been killed. Fitting. The priestess was coughing blood on the grassy field. The biggest of the remaining marauder gang approached the priestess. How pretty, even in all that blood. She had a very marvelous armor, made of some sort of blueish metal with runes in it. Her arms and legs were mostly covered in armor, but her stomach wasn't, as she had only a rather small breastplate. Her tail was slightly armored with a few plates of armor at regular intervals, and she had wide, silky loincloth. Her eyes were blue, and her rather spiky hair was azure. In her horns, there were two golden trinkets hanging from a thin rope. Her body seemed perfect with white, shiny scales. Oh yes, indeed. Fit, but fragile at the same time. And by the looks of it, she wasn't a plank. The marauder approached her with slight caution. The long battle staff worried him. It was made of metal, with the other end being blunt, and the other had a nasty spear-like end. It had a few blue runes and several sapphires attached to it. She seemed to be powerless, though, so the marauder huffed and kicked her staff away. Now she couldn't cast spells without them noticing. The marauder licked his fangs in excitement.

  • "Hey! What makes you think you get her first?! "

One of the smaller marauders roared in aggravation. Azura was slowly beginning to understand just what was in their minds.

  • "Because I'm the leader, you waste of space! "

  • "Since when!? "

  • "Since we lost our original leader! I'm the 2nd biggest, so, I'm the new leader! "

The smaller marauders hissed angrily, but they had to agree. There were enough casualties as it is, so no point starting to fight each other anymore. And they would all have their turn, eventually. the priestess wasn't going anywhere.

  • "Just be quick! I'm aching!"

The leader chuckled, and swing his tail in anxiety.

  • "Don't worry... you'll have your turn. If she's alive. She doesn't look too good. "

  • "Yeah, about that. Isn't this like, near-necrophilia? "

  • "No one is forcing you to do anything, you idiot. If you wish, you can stand aside from the line and let the others go at it instead! As for me, it's been a while since my last... prize. "

Azura was trying to crawl away, but her body was too numb to move properly.

  • "Where are you going, sweetie? "

The leader kicked her over to her back, and Azura coughed a bit more blood.

  • "Be careful with her! She's fragile! "

The leader merely chuckled and poked the priestess breastplate with his spear.

  • "Well, well, well! I have to say, I have never been able to have a priestess before. And I have to say, you truly look beautiful. If not a little... bloody. I heard you are all virgins. So... that must mean you are, as well? "

Azura looked at the brown scaled, muscular, battle-hardened... beast before her.

  • "W-what does that matter? "

  • "Oh, it matters! I'm doing you a favor! You don't have to die as a virgin. In fact, you will have a ride of your life before you die. And the fact that I get to score with you first... it just turns me on! "

  • "Stay the fuck away from me, you mindless beast! "

But while her words didn't lack determination, her body did. She couldn't do anything, but witness as the brute dropped on his knees on top of her.

  • "By all means, scream. I like that. "

Azura saw a twitch in the brutes loincloth. He was licking his fangs. This couldn't happen. She didn't want to die. Not like this. Not like this. She bit her teeth and closed her eyes. She wouldn't at least give him the pleasure of hearing her scream. She was surprised to hear the brute suddenly scream, instead. It wasn't a scream of lust. It was a scream of agony. She opened her eyes, and saw a huge axe stuck the brutes left side. And there was a black figure as well. Was it another of the warrior-caste? Yes it was! Her vision was too blurry to see what he exactly looked like, it was he, definitely. The warrior kicked the brute off the priestess who lay helplessly on the ground, and swung his axe in the air to let the blood fly out of it. Then he looked at the remaining marauders, who were caught completely off-guard by this sudden assailant. He was not as big as the leader who was now also coughing blood on the ground with his side bleeding & having his guts pour on the ground, but he sure looked formidable. He had numerous small cuts on his black scales, and his modest armor had seen better days. But his axe was huge. And it was bloody. With a berserk roar, the warrior rushed towards the remaining marauders. Azura lift her head up as much as she could, but it hurt. She could see blood, limbs, and corpses flying like they were light ragdolls. She tried to focus on the fight, but her vision grew darker. She could only hear screams of agony and roars of rage. They seemed to fade in the distance, and she finally passed out.

Azura saw a bright blue light in the darkness. She was naked, and felt cold. She moved slowly towards the blue light, but it seemed to get farther away as she walked. So she started running towards it. But it kept getting away. She could feel something chasing her. The darkness consuming her. It kept getting colder and colder. The blue light vanished, but the darkness remained. She kept running and screamed as the cold became unbearable. She cuddled in a roll on the cold, black ground, and closed her eyes. For a while, she just lay down there, whining and crying. But she was starting to feel warm again. She could hear a voice. So she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, but there was a black figure beside her, watching her. She didn't know what it was. Or who. But it made her feel safe. She was safe. She closed her eyes, and her mind got blurry again.

Finally, Azura woke up. She opened her eyes, and saw she was in a cave. Could it be the cave she had set her private encampment in prior the battle? There was a brazier lit, illuminating the cave. She tried to lift her body up, but pain rushed through her body and she moaned in agony.

  • "Don't try to move. "

The sudden voice startled her, and she turned her head cautiously to her right. There was a warrior-caste, no doubt. A male one, as well. He was sitting on a rock beside her. He had black scales, gray bellybands, and a torn, green loincloth. He had several bandages strapped on him that were apparently made from his very loincloth. He looked a bit tired, to say at least. But Azura's attention turned to his eyes. They were purple. A very rare color. In fact, she had never seen a warrior-caste with such eyes. He had his purple serpent eyes locked on her, and she actually found them... pretty. Then she realized she was naked and only covered with a blanket on her.

  • "Hey! I hope you haven't done anything to me! "

  • "Rest assured, I only bandaged your wounds and stuffed some of them with herbs. And cleaned you up. There was a lot of blood, O'Holy one."

Azura realized she was, in fact, bandaged. And now she felt bad about herself. This warrior-caste had clearly saved her life. But this was not her way of seeing healing & medication done. She had recovered a bit spiritual power while she was unconscious, so she could pretty much just heal herself up.

  • "Say, you didn't happen to bring my staff as well? "

  • "It is right here, O'Holy one. "

The warrior leaned back a bit, took the staff he had brought here that was leaning neatly on the cave wall, and handed it to Azura. The warrior's expression was painful when he leaned to grab the staff, but Azura didn't really notice that. Azura grabbed the battle staff, and lift herself in a sitting position. It hurt, but she managed. She took a deep breath, and muttered a few words. Blue, glowing markings of sorts, nearly like exposed veins appeared on her body and face, and she punt the staff on the ground. Blue light overwhelmed her, every part of her body for a while, and then the light and glow disappeared. She felt fine again. It took most of her recovered spiritual force, but was well worth it. Then she realized she didn't have anything covering her breasts anymore. She grabbed the blanket and covered them swiftly.

  • "You'd better not have watched! "

She blushed, but the blush in her cheeks disappeared in an instant. The warrior wasn't looking. He was panting, staring at the floor, and a faint trail of blood coming from his mouth.

  • "Wait, are you alright? "

  • "Been better... "

He collapsed on the rocky ground, and he closed his eyes. He had done what he could, and the priestess was safe and recovered. Now he could finally rest. And by the looks of it, eternally.

Azura overcame her pride and decency, this was no time for formalities. Besides, it's not like he could look at her at that state. She rushed to him, and rolled him on his back. He was heavy. He was in a bad shape, too. His wounds seemed unbearable. If he had those wounds, it was a miracle he was ever able to drag her all the way back here, let alone tend her wounds, and watch over her. By the looks of it, his sheer willpower had kept him from collapsing for all this time. She quickly muttered a few more words, and hovered her staff over the warriors body, examining for wounds. Various cuts and bruises. Internal injuries. Blood loss. Minor concussion. Broken bones. And she had just wasted most of her spiritual energy on herself. She felt horrible. But she had enough to make his internal bleeding stop, and most of the external as well. Whatever to keep him alive long enough so she could recover more energy. She hastily muttered more words, and gently pound the warriors torso with her staff. Blue light soaked the warriors body, and then disappeared. Azura didn't have any energy left, she had done what she could. Well, not really. He still had a few bleeding cuts on him, so she tried to find something to bandage them with. She looked around. Yes, this was her private little encampment she had set on a very hard-to-find place in the mountain base before the battle. Healer priestess she might be, but she still didn't have any bandages. She mostly relies on her powers instead. She saw her armor and clothes in the back, near where she kept her trunks filled with books and other "necessaries". She was amazed to see her clothes were intact. She looked at her bandages. The were green. The warrior had only used his own clothes for the bandages. Oh great, it made her feel even worse about herself now. So she picked her own loincloth and tore a few pieces from it. It was more tedious to do than she imagined, so she had to reduce herself to use her fangs. But she managed to get enough pieces. She walked to the warrior. Oh, this wouldn't do. He was lying on a rocky, cold floor. She took her blankets, and set them beside the warrior, and then rolled him on them. He was so heavy it made her pant. Water, she thought. His wounds needed cleaning. Well, there was a tray of water beside her own bed, and it was steaming with water. A few leaves of herbs were floating in the water. The warrior really had taken good care of her. It made her feel rather fuzzy inside. She brought the tray of water beside the warrior, and soaked a piece of cloth in it. She started cleaning his numerous wounds. He was breathing heavily, but seemed to feel a bit more better. From wound to wound, she cleaned them, and the water in the tray had turned blood red in no time. As she soaked the cloth yet again, she couldn't help staring at the warrior, not just for looking at the wounds. He was muscular, and extremely fit. His scales were black, and the water made them shine in the light the brazier gave. He had gray bellybands, and barbs running through his snout to the back of his head, and a few barbs on both sides of his chin. His tail was barbed for a good length as well, but the tip wasn't. His torn loincloth didn't cover him up much. She actually found him strangely... attractive. Then she snapped out of it. She was a priestess, and above all, she was tending his wounds. So she kept cleaning him up. Finally, most of the blood was washed away, and the cuts were cleaned, so she bandaged them to prevent any more blood loss. She gently placed a blanket on him, and let him rest. Azura sighed. She would need to recover some energy so she could heal him completely. But first things first. She grabbed her loincloth and put it on. She opened her trunk used for storing clothing, and grabbed a "casual-wear" silk dress. Nothing modest or casual in it to be honest, but that's how priestesses dress. Now she only had to recover some of her spiritual powers and meditation was the fastest way to do so. She took one last look at the warrior. He was breathing much more calmly now. She sat on her bed, crossed her legs, put her staff on them horizontally, with her arms extending to the both sides of the staff. She adjusted her back a little, and lifted her head up a little. She closed her eyes and started meditating. The surrounding world seemed to disappear.

Complete silence had lasted what seemed to be like an eternity. She was surrounded in a white, seemingly endless velvet-like void, with a few blue waterfalls pouring their contents to eternal, white oblivion below. But finally, Azura opened her eyes. She felt her spiritual energy again. She slowly stood up with the help of her staff, and flexed herself. Was that meditation stance uncomfortable or what? She didn't feel it during the meditation, but after it, she always felt so stiff. But she had more important thing to worry about than her muscles and comfort. She walked to the warrior, who was sleeping soundly, and muttered a few words, and pound her staff on the ground. Her body was covered in blue glowing markings again, and the warriors body was soaked in the blue light emitting from Azura's staff. It cleansed the warrior, and healed him completely. The warrior's breathing became normal again, and his expression looked like he was without any pain anymore. He slowly opened his eyes. Now Azura could see them clearly. They looked... beautiful. She turned her head, and walked to her trunk and sat on it.

  • "Time to wake up. "

The warrior took a deep sniff, and lift himself up. He could smell the faint smoke from the brazier, and something much more sweeter. Flexing his muscles, he realized he was recovered completely. He felt fantastic. Was he alive? He looked around, and saw the priestess. She was wearing a loincloth and a very sophisticated, yet somewhat revealing blue, silk dress. You could almost see through it. What a pretty sight. Nothing like the warrior females. She looked beautiful, fragile and graceful. This could just be some sort of paradise. But he realized he was very alive, indeed, so he turned his head away. She was a priestess, and it was wrong to think about her in such ways. Azura realized the warrior was looking at her, until he turned his head away. In a way, she actually enjoyed the way he looked at her. It flattered her, somehow.

  • "Uh, good! You are awake. We have lot's to do! "

The warrior stood up.

  • "Yes, O'Holy one. I am yours to command. "

Oh, how she hated when she was called that. It sounded cheesy.

  • "Just call me Azura. "

  • "Yes, O'h- Azura. Whatever you wish. "

Azura noticed the warrior seemed to be very submissive. More than your regular warrior. She felt bad about that, after all, he had saved her life. To her surprise, the warriors voice was rather soothing. It was deep, but calm.

  • "Ummm, you don't need to be so polite and formal. In fact... Thank you. "

  • "For what, Azura? "

  • "For saving me. "

Azura blushed briefly. Saying that made her feel like there were butterflies flying in her stomach. But it made her feel a lot better.

  • "It was my duty. I am devoted to serve you. "

She still felt there was more to it than just that. After all, that warrior could have escaped to freedom and leave her to be... the mere thought made her have cold shivers.

  • "Still, thank you. What is your name? "

  • "We of the warrior-caste are not permitted to have names, Azura. "

Now she felt bad about herself again. She knew that, but she kind of forgot. She couldn't accept that a "nameless warrior" had saved her.

  • "Surely you must be called something? A nickname? "

  • "Well, Azura, my fellow brethren have given me a nickname, like to everyone else as well. That's how we can communicate with single individuals, when we are able to. "

  • "So, what is your nickname then? "

  • "They called me 'The Blood Berserker. ' "

Something in Azura just hoped she hadn't asked.

  • "Why? That's a hideous name! "

  • "It's because of my way of fighting. We are mostly nicknamed by our styles to fight, or by some of our personal deeds. In my case, I am named that way because... Even my fellow warrior-caste think that I am brutal, and go completely berserk in battle. And there is always lots of blood left behind me. "

Azura wasn't sure what to think of that. The warrior-caste were raised to fight, so I she came to the conclusion she couldn't really judge him for what he was. She recalled the last sights she saw before she had passed out in the battle.

  • "So, I take it that you saved me in the battlefield? "

  • "That was me. The sight of what they were about to do to you. It... enraged me. It turned me blind in rage. "

The warrior was squeezing his fist.

  • "So I killed them all. Each and every one. Cut them to pieces. Tore them apart. "

Azura looked in his eyes. The look in them made her feel very uncomfortable. His pupils were expanded and he looked like he had no emotions at all. Pure coldness. But then, the warrior eased his arm, his pupils shrank back to their original size, and his eyes looked soothing again.

  • "I'm sorry, Azura. This is what I am. No real name. Just a warrior. "

Azura sat there, pondering for a while.

  • "Then, I'll give you a name! I permit you to a name. "

The warrior looked at Azura. He looked a bit confused.

  • "A name? "

  • "Yes. A name. Whatever you wish for. I permit it to you! "

The warrior looked even more confused and puzzled.

  • "I... I do not know. I've never thought about having a name. Please, Azura, you name me. It would be an honor. "

Azura sighed. She could figure him a name, she thought. Nothing to do with berserking or gore, though! She thought for a time, and realized something witty. Since he used an axe, why not just call him Axeth? It was short, it was simple, and it was effective.

  • "What about... Axeth? "

At that very moment, she realized how cheesy that name actually was, but before she could take her words back, the warrior smiled with joy and replied.

  • "Azura, Axeth vows his devotion to you. Thank you very much. "

Azura looked at the warrior, and their eyes made contact. She was looking at deep, purple eyes. Axeth was, in return, looking at beautiful, blue eyes. Azura coughed and looked swiftly away. There were butterflies flying in her tummy again.

  • "Well! We have a lot to do! We have to send a word out that we are still here! "

  • "Azura, I recommend we scout the surroundings first. If the marauders realize that there is still one priestess left somewhere in here, I'm sure they will go looking for you. "

Unfortunately, Axeth was right, thought Azura. Even with her power restored, she couldn't handle a large group at once. And she was a healer specialist, not a combat priestess. Her elemental affliction was water, and while it had surprisingly powerful combat feats, it still was wiser to look before leaping.

  • "Very well, Axeth. Give me a minute to get my armor. You should do the same. "

  • "As you wish, Azura. Your armor is near your trunks. "

Axeth walked to the back of the cave where he had stored his armor, and started putting it on. It was made of iron plates, that came in the form of shoulderguards, arm protection, chest protector (that only covered the area where the heart is, mostly) and leg protection. His tail also had a few iron plates to put on, mostly protecting the base of the tail. The armor had various cuts in it. He tightened the leather straps that hold the armor together with ease, swiftness and comfort. He was used to it. Azura, however, had some problems getting her armor on. Legs, arms and tail she was able to get on her own, if not slowly, but her chestpiece she couldn't tighten herself, as the fasteners were on the back. She struggled with the chestpiece, and sighed in aggravation. Axeth, who was already ready, watched in slight amusement. Somehow, she looked cute when she was angry.

  • "Azura. May I help? "

  • "That... would be appreciated. "

Axeth moved behind her, and looked briefly at the fasteners. Seemed simple enough. His eyes got a little lost on Azura's back for a while. He wasn't sure what words he could use to describe her graceful forms. But such thoughts were taboo, so he fastened the chestplate into place. Azura had felt the gaze on her back. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild. What was she thinking!? Not only that, but Axeth had this certain type of... scent. A strong scent. It made her feel uneasy, but she liked it. She was blushing. Axeth moved to the back of the cave to get his huge axe, pretending he didn't notice Azura's blush. The axe was made of steel, and what the design lacked in sophistication, it made up with sheer brutality and effectiveness. It was well balanced, and durable. It had a long grip, and the axe was double bladed. There were a few cuts and other signs of use in the cutting edges, but Axeth had kept it razor sharp. He lifted the axe his one hand with ease, and let it rest on his shoulderguard. Azura had grabbed her staff, and after checking everything was alright with her armor and staff, she waved as a signal to move.

As they moved outside, Azura was nearly blinded by the sunlight. The cave had been well illuminated by the brazier, but it still was in no contest with the bright sun. She had set her private encampment here, because it was hidden behind rocks and bushes at the base of the mountain surrounded by woods, and because it had a hot spring just outside the cave. She took a deep sniff of the fresh air.

  • "Well, let us waste no more time. You take point, I think you know a bit more about sneaking around than I do. "

Axeth usually preferred cutting any and every enemy with his axe, but he knew how to move unnoticed. It sometimes made his life so much easier with the other warriors. Rations were usually low, so it was wise to keep a close guard of your own meal... and take the others. They walked in the woods, and it wasn't long until they saw a gang of marauders. Axeth stopped and crouched behind bushes. Azura wasn't quite ready, so Axeth grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her down. She blushed again.

  • "Stay down, Azura. Let us listen. "

And the marauders surely did make a lot of noise. Some were whining about having to patrol the woods, some were whining that their feet hurt, and the others just told stories to each other and laughed. Finally, the leader of the group, who was the biggest one yet again, got fed up with all the racket.

  • "Shut up! All of you! You make more noise than Oxoroth when he's fucking his harem! "

Azura knew that name. Oxoroth was the overlord of the marauders. Still, the mere thought of what the marauder had said made her blush even more.

  • "Yeah, yeah! If 'I' had a harem, I wouldn't whine about these stupid patrols in these stupid woods! "

  • "There is a REASON you do not have a harem... " One of the other marauders said and pointed down at the others crotch and hissed in amusement. The others joined the laugh.

  • "Oh, go die in a fire! I've had more times than you have! Last I recall, you passed out in the middle of the act after vomiting on your partner, you stud! Real smooth! "

Now the point of laughter turned towards the other. The subject of laughter didn't look too happy. He hissed in rage and put his hand on his spear.

  • "You want piece of me?! "

The two marauders hissed angrily at each other, and both of them tried to look bigger by standing on their toes.

  • "Enough! No wonder we can't find the priestess if you all keep screaming like bitches! Even the dead would wake up in this noise! "

  • "Why is she so important anyway!? We have patrols all over the god forsaken area, with all the roads and the bridges guarded, it's not like she's getting away. But why does Oxoroth want us to catch her so badly!? "

  • "I do not know, and I don't need to know. Neither do you. "

Two marauders looked at each other in amusement.

  • "Oh, I think I know! I bet he's looking for a little private time with a priestess! You'd think his cock would eventually wear out from all the action he has with it, but he never ceases to amaze me! And now he want's some holiness to stick it in! "

Azura's face was bright red now.

The marauders all laughed and continued walking away from Axeth and Azura.

  • "Well... Azura. It seems we are pinned down, for now. "

Azura didn't reply just yet, she was still trying to find her focus again.

  • "Azura? "

  • "Wha- Yes! Indeed! Well, I have a plan. I will send a pigeon and call for help. I'm a priestess, they are probably worried about me already. "

  • "Sounds good. We can stay at the hideout for a while. "

Azura followed Axeth, not only because she was looking at his back all the time without actually realizing it herself, but because she had no idea where the encampment was anymore. They made it back, and Azura went back to her cave. Then she remembered she hadn't fed the pigeon! She rushed to the pigeons cage, and was relieved to see it was ok.

  • "I gave it food once when I carried you back here. It was starving. "

  • "Good, good. Let me write a message, and we can send it. "

Azura dug in one of her trunks to find a piece of parchment and a inkwell and a feather. She hastily wrote a letter demanding assistance from the capital with their general location in it, and tied the message in a small tube on the pigeons leg and set it free outside the cave. The pigeon gained altitude, and soon disappeared in the horizon, towards west, towards capital. Now they only had to wait for a reply, which would indeed take quite a while.

The next day, Azura was taking a bath in the hot spring early in the morning. It had been a while since she had the chance to clean up. And the hot water felt fantastic.

  • "What are these for? "

Azura jumped about three meters in the air, when she saw Axeth near the spring. Axeth looked surprised and puzzled.

  • "Sorry, Azura, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering about these... rings. "

  • "Have you no decency?! I'm taking a bath here! "

Axeth looked confused and Azura dipped herself in the pool to cover her body.

  • "My apologies. Am I bothering you? "

  • "Yes, you are! I'm naked, and you are there watching! "

Then Axeth realized that Azura wasn't as used in nudity he was.

  • "My apologies again, Azura! I'm sorry. I'm just used into everyone taking a bath at the same time. I assure you, I had no intentions about peeking at your graceful curves. "

Wait. Did he just say graceful curves?

Azura turned red again, and it wasn't because of the hotness of the spring.

  • "I'm going to leave you at peace, now. "

Axeth hastily turned away and went back inside the cave, slightly embarrassed.

Azura was left alone, and she wasn't sure what to think. The butterflies in her stomach were wilder than ever. She was left wondering, though. "Rings?" She swam to the edge of the spring, and realized what Axeth was puzzled about. It was her nipple piercings. The butterflies in her stomach were now replaced with serpents flying around wildly. She finished her bath with haste and dressed up in her silky clothes again. She found Axeth at the back of the cave. He was sitting with his eyes closed.

  • "Ummm, sorry I freaked out. I know you are not used to have a priestess near you. "

Axeth opened his eyes, and saw Azura in her silky robes. The sight was magnificent, and you could almost, just almost see trough the dress.

  • "I'm sorry I disturbed your bath, Azura. I am used in taking baths together, whenever possible. Even with females. We usually don't have the time to think of... formalities. "

Azura smiled, and blushed a bit.

  • "The rings, you asked about. They are piercings. "

  • "Piercings? I think some of my fellow warriors also have piercings. But I haven't seen them in your ears. "

Azura turned red again.

  • "That's because they are not earrings. "

  • "Then what are they? "

Azura struggled to get the words out.

  • "Nipple piercings. "

Axeth was surprised to hear that, and the mere thought made him think of inappropriate things.

  • "Why nipples? " He asked, puzzled.

Azura wasn't sure what to answer. Priestesses were not allowed to have relationships with anyone, only the matriarchs were allowed to have relationships with males. Still, she had gotten her nipples pierced.

  • "I do not know. It felt like a good idea back then. I know I can't show them to anyone but... "

The mere thought of that made her blush more, if that was possible. Axeth realized how awkward this was for Azura, so he decided he would take a bath next, right now.

  • "I apologize for my curiosity. I shouldn't have asked. I will take a bath now, myself, now that you have finished your own. "

Axeth stood up, and walked very fast at the spring. Azura was left inside the cave, with her mind playing tricks with her feelings. She felt things she knew she shouldn't. It was forbidden. But why? Maybe she should find out why it was forbidden. No! Why would she question the words of matriarch? But it felt wrong. So wrong.

Axeth soaked himself in the hot spring, and found a rock to sit on. He pondered the situation he was in now. Azura was showing sings he knew. Blushing was something he wasn't used in seeing, but that scent. It was sweet. And he knew what it meant. The warrior females were a bit more straightforward, sure, but Azura was very different. So pure and tender. Innocent. But it was wrong, and Axeth knew it. If a priestess loses her virginity, she loses her ability to cast spells, making her useless to the matriarchs and not a priestess anymore. Axeth didn't want that to happen. So the warriors were told. He could control himself, though. He had to. Still, he couldn't help but keep thinking about it. Grunting in slight frustration, he submerged himself in the hot spring.

Next morning, Azura realized she hadn't had nearly any sleep. And worst of all, she realized she woke up wet. Not in a way child wakes up wet, but in a way you wake up wet when you have had dreams of something that is definitely not suitable for children. She was lusting, and it was driving her insane. Axeth's scent seemed to become stronger, and it made the serpents inside her stomach fly around it every time she could smell the scent. After a quick bath to clean herself up and remove any odors (with Axeth leaving her at peace this time), she began to really question the taboos. She had never questioned the taboos, but now she wanted to. She wanted to find a way to satisfy her. She looked at Axeth, who was sitting with his eyes closed again. Was he meditating?

  • "Axeth? "

  • "Azura. "

Axeth didn't open his eyes.

  • "What are you doing? "

  • "Passing time. Thinking. Waiting. "

  • "Isn't that boring? "

  • "I suppose. I'm used to it. When we wait for the orders to move out, there's not much to do to pass time, since we are not allowed to have private property, like a deck of cards. And talking to the fellow warriors never really was my thing. Their conversations bored me more than just sitting and thinking. So, I just picture vast, windy, grassy fields and islands on my mind. It calms me down. "

  • "How about reading a book? I have plenty! Mostly boring books, of course, but I have a few- "

  • "I can't read. "

  • "What?! "

  • "I'm sorry, Azura. I really appreciate the kind offer, but I was never taught how to read, or write. "

Azura felt pity for him. Being a warrior caste seemed so... wrong. Hard. Azura started to dig on one of her trunks again, and found a few history books. She would teach him to read, damnit. And it would help them pass the time. And at the same time, she could study history just to see why only matriarchs were allowed to have relationships. There had to be a good reason! So, she sat next to Axeth.

  • "Here. I'll teach you. "

  • "Unnecessary. I don't wish to bother you. "

  • "I want to. Please. "

Axeth opened his eyes, and he was looking straight at Azura and her blue eyes. So very close. Then he hastily fixed his eyes on the book Azura was holding. Yet, he couldn't help but notice the beautiful purple talons on a sleek, tender hand.

  • "Very well, Azura. "

Azura opened the book, and started reading slowly, making sure Axeth was following her, pointing out what words meant and explaining the letters. The day passed with Axeth learning his first few words in a short time, and understanding some of the letters.

Day passed after another, and since there was still no sign of the pigeon returning, Azura was still teaching Axeth to read. He was learning fast. Unnaturally fast. He already was able to somewhat read on his own, if not sometimes asking for help. She felt happy to help. And she was able to study the history, and for her amazement, she didn't find a clue why only matriarchs were allowed to have relationships. She checked again, but it just made her come to the conclusion that the whole taboo was based on what the matriarchs have said, nothing more. And she was constantly thinking about Axeth. Every day, she woke up wet. It was embarrassing. She was once again having a bath in the morning, and she had had a very awkward dream. But a very pleasant dream. It made the serpents in her stomach go wild. She was washing herself up, standing there, looking at the distance, when her hand slipped towards her slit, and the lust inside her grew. She sat down, trying to cool her head. But it was like an unstoppable force, she smoothly let her finger run in her slit again, moving one finger between the lips. It felt wonderful, and she was starting to pant slowly. The hot spring water just made it all better. She looked around her, and saw no signs of Axeth being near the spring. She used two fingers now, and let them slide a bit deeper. The hot spring made her feel so damn... horny. That was the right word. She was truly enjoying herself, so she slid the fingers deeper inside her, slowly. Rubbing her lips with her other fingers and letting the fingers inside her slide in and out. She was in pure ecstasy. One of her fingers rubbed against her clitoris and it made her moan loudly, completely spontaneously. Axeth was reading a book back at the entrance of the cave. The sunlight made reading so much easier than the light in the brazier. Suddenly he heard a loud moan outside. It was Azura. He dropped the book in an instant, and took his axe and rushed at the spring. He was sure the moan came from there. He jumped in the spring with a roar, and looked around with his axe ready to cut anyone and anything. He was surprised to only find Azura, whose face was bright red, her white scales only making it much more easier to see she was blushing. She looked like she had been startled like never before. And she was panting. Her blue eyes were wide open, looking directly at Axeth. Axeth's face now turned red.

  • "I heard... a moan? "

Azura wasn't sure what to answer. Her heart was beating so fast it made it hard to breathe. Axeth looked around, nervous and embarrassed.

  • "That was me. I... um... slipped. "

Axeth kept staring at Azura. Was she just...? Oh dear. She was. The mere thought of it made Axeth feel uneasy. He stepped out of the spring.

  • "I'm sorry. I thought you were in danger. "

Azura laughed nervously.

  • "It's alright! Accidents happen! "

  • "I'll let you bathe in peace now. "

Axeth thought now would be a perfect time to cut more firewood for the brazier. For the rest of the months needs.

Azura was left in the spring, and soon the sound of chopping firewood begun. She was left so excited, but she couldn't put herself to touch herself anymore. She felt ashamed. She just decided to give up. She stepped out from the spring, and put her nipple piercings in place. Even touching her nipples made her feel even more excited. They were harder than usual. Drying herself with a towel didn't ease her excitement one bit. Every contact with her body's more sensitive spot made her excitement increase. She started putting her armor back on, distracted by Axeth who was chopping firewood with great determination. She looked at him for a long time. His muscles bulged every time he swing his axe to the wood, cutting it in half, never missing a hit, always in the middle. Then Axeth hastily threw the freshly-split pieces of firewood into an ever-growing pile, and grabbed another log to chop. Azura realized she had stopped putting her armor on, with only her left hand, leg and one tailplate in place. She wasn't sure how long she had been watching him in silence now. The serpents inside her stomach were not just flying around wildly anymore. They were fucking each other. Hard. She couldn't think of anything else. She was breathing more heavily than usual. Finally, she decided to make a move. Consequences or not. She walked towards Axeth, who swing his axe yet again and again.

  • "Axeth. "

Axeth swing his axe and left it on the tree trunk he used for chopping the firewood.

  • "Azura. "

He looked to his left, and was greeted by a sight of Azura naked, save for her left arm and leg. Before he could react in any way, Azura pressed herself against him, held him by the neck and pressed her snout onto his, sliding her tongue deep inside his mouth. For a while, Axeth just stared with his eyes wide open, not that he could actually see anything, since the surrounding world died that instant. Then he let his own tongue slide past Azura's, in her mouth in return. It was hard to describe the taste, but he was enjoying it to no end. The "kiss" lasted for a while, until Axeth pulled his snout away. He turned his head away and looked down.

  • "I can't. It's forbidden. "

It took an insane amount of self-discipline to let those words out now.

Azura wasn't happy with the answer, though.

  • "Screw that. I give you the permission. "

  • "No. I could never forgive myself by taking your powers away. "

Azura looked confused and raised one eyebrow.

  • "What? "

Now Axeth looked confused.

  • "Under the punishment of torture and death, we can never mate with a priestess. We are told that if you, or any priestess lose your virginity, you lose your magical powers. I could never forgive myself if that happened to you.. "

Azura was puzzled. Apparently the warrior caste was told the things a bit differently. But oh, how perfectly this would turn out! She giggled.

  • "That... is a load of crap. That's not true. Matriarch is the one who can only mate, but there is no reason described anywhere. Frankly, I think it's more of an religious taboo based on nothing more than matriarchs silly caprices. "

  • "Are you sure? And what about religion? You are a priestess! "

  • "Yes. And I'm willing to risk breaking a stupid taboo that is based on nothing. And I never have been the one for religion. I believe in the powers I have, and so far, I can still use them even though I have never given any god credit for them. "

  • "Still, are you completely sure? I co- "

Azura gave the answer in the form of pulling Axeth's snout against hers again. She whispered: "Very. Very sure. "

They looked at each other for a while, not saying a word. Azura gave a smooth lick on Axeth's snout, letting her forked tongue out in all it's length. She took a step back and turned. She turned her head at Axeth, with her expression clearly inviting him to follow. Axeth did, but not before he had had enough to look at the flawless, sleek curves. Her scales & azure hair were shining in the sunlight, and her eyes seemed to pierce him through his very soul. Azura jumped in the hot spring, not bothering to take her partly dressed armor off. Axeth followed, still having his armor completely on. Taking it off seemed to waste precious time. Azura decided not to waste any more time, either, and pressed herslef against Axeth, lifting her right leg and grabbing Axeth's neck. Axeth grabbed her leg, lifting it even higher, and braced her from her lower back with his right arm. Pressing their snouts together, they gave each other another tongueful kiss. Azura was panting as they finally freed themselves from the kiss, and she felt more ready than ever. Axeth looked at Azura's breasts, nothing like with the warrior females. She wasn't muscular, and her breasts were so... soft looking. And she had the nipple piercings on. He didn't know why, but seeing them made his mind go wild with lust. Still, he could find the little self-discipline left in him. He released her leg.

  • "We can still call it o- "

Azura pressed her index finger on his mouth.

  • "Hush... No talk. Take me. NOW. "

That was enough for Axeth. He eased the straps holding his shoulderguards and chestguard, and let them fly outside of the spring, making a loud clang when they hit the rocky ground. He took off his belt, that had his loincloth hanging in it, faster than ever, and threw it out of the spring. And he was having the hard on of his life, so much tension, finally to be released. The sight made Azura wild. She had never seen one. She knew exactly what it was, but being a priestess had cut off the possibility to see it. Or touch it. She gently grabbed the base of it, with her other arm grabbing the testicles beneath the shaft. Axeth didn't make a sound, but his breathing became louder and more fast paced. The shaft felt like it was pulsing. It was black, just like Axeth's scales. She wasn't sure what was "well-hung" or not, but she sure as hell wasn't disappointed. The tip was a bit wider than the shaft, with a few veins in it, and under the tip, there were three smooth, blunt barbs in it. But above all, it was hard and ready. She slid her hand towards the tip, making Axeth pant heavily. She gently rubbed the tip a little, let her hand go, and pressed herself against him, both feeling the hard erection between them. Axeth lowered himself, grabbed Azura's legs with no warning, and lift her up, making her hang on her her knee bends. She felt so light. Azura grabbed his shoulders so she could stay up, and gave him another lustful lick on the snout. She could feel how he placed his shaft between her vaginal lips, but didn't penetrate her. The feeling made her go crazy, and she moaned. Axeth was determined to take his time, with no rush to please her and himself for a long time. She lift her a bit higher, then lowered her again, and repeated, letting his shaft slide between her lips again and again, with her wetness lubricating the movement. He was more than eager to penetrate her, but wanted to play a little. A feat not available with warrior caste females, they just wanted a quick ride. Azura's moans became louder, and though she had not been penetrated, she was closing in to her climax. Axeth realized she was about to come, so he rose her a bit higher than usual, letting his pre-cum lubricated barbs under his tip rub against her clitoris. Azura let out a loud moan, with every muscle in her body getting tense that instant, and lifting her head back. Her tail curved between Axeth's legs and entwined around his left leg. The sudden increase of sexual juices on Axeth's hard shaft made it clear that he had just provided her with her first orgasm, and he gently lowered her a bit, letting the shaft slide between her lips in all the fresh lubricant. He was eager to continue, but wanted Azura to have a small breather first. She was panting heavily, the feeling was beyond any word. The euphoria made her feel nothing but comfort and pleasure, and she pressed her snout against Axeth's and let her tongue wildly explore around his mouth, panting heavily as she did. Axeth did his best to entwine his own tongue with hers. So this is what it feels like, she thought. But was it over? She pulled her tongue back inside her mouth, and asked with a shaky, whispering voice:

  • "Is it over already? "

Axeth was breathing heavily, barely controlling his urge to continue.

  • "Only if you want it to. "

Azura giggled, gave him a quick lick and replied:

  • "I'm not done yet. Take me. Again. "

She could feel her lust rising again. For a brief time, she couldn't feel it, but now, it was back. Axeth was more than happy to co-operate, and this time, he would go all the way. He was a bit worried how she would react with him finally popping her maidenhead, so he thought it was best not to tell her it would hurt a bit, he didn't want to make her nervous. A quick way was the best, he thought. Pressing her firmly against him, he lifted her slowly up, letting the barbs gently slide through her clitoris once again. Both moaned this time, Axeth was nearly overwhelmed already. He lift her just a bit higher, letting the tip slide inside between her wet lips. He didn't fully penetrate her yet, and let the tip rest inside her for a while. Her breasts were just on the right altitude, so he gently suckled on one of her nipples, letting his tongue go through the piercing. Azura pressed his head against her, enjoying every second of the pleasure she could feel from her sensitized nipples. She could feel his forked tongue play with her piercing, pulling it gently and wrapping around her nipple. It felt so good it made her moan and giggle. Axeth finally pulled his snout off, Azura looking at him with a mildly disappointed expression. He gave one last lick and a brief moment of sucking to her other breast, then pressing his head between them, lifting his head up, carefully not to hurt her with his barbs on the side of his chin. He started lowering her, sliding deeper inside her. He groaned as he did, and Azura joined in with her own moans. And there was the hymen. Axeth lowered her quickly a bit, smoothly popping her cherry in a one fast go. She moaned in pain, but the feel of Axeth's head pressing against hers, throat to throat, and his gentle, continuous lifting and lowering made the brief pain disappear. Axeth wasn't sure what was overwhelming him more, the moans Azura gave, the hot spring where his tail was flailing wildly, the breasts pressed against his chest, still wet from his own saliva, Azura's tail entwined on his right leg, or just the fact he was inside her to the hilt, slowly letting it slide up and down. Probably all of those. Azura wrapped her hands around Axeth's back, and held him tight. The feeling of Axeth's body against her breasts and body, against her throat was beyond any word. The only thing that felt even better was Axeth's shaft sliding smoothly and slowly inside her. She wanted it deeper. Faster. Axeth started to slowly increase the pace, now panting himself. He pulled her as high as he could, and let her go all the way down, making her take all his length inside her every time. As the pace finally reached to point where Axeth couldn't go any faster with lifting her up and down, she almost wanted to scream, let the whole world know. She turned her head a little, and let it rest on Axeth's left shoulder. She could take it no more, and she held onto him with all her strength, pressing against his body firmly, closed her eyes, and let out a long, high-pitched moan as she finally climaxed again. And it felt better than her first one. Waves of pure ecstasy rushed trough her body, all the way to her toes, over and over again. And it didn't end. Hearing her loud moan triggered Axeth's own release. As fast as he could, he lift her up and down, before finally lowering her down as much as he could, making sure every single inch was inside her. His tail flailed wildly, smashing on the water. He gave a brief roar that turned into a long, low moan of exhaustion and satisfaction, letting his pulsing, rock hard penis erupt all what it had to offer inside her. He lifted her up and down rapidly few last times, pumping the last bits of his cum inside her, moaning every time he did. He could feel some of his warm seed trickle out, flowing on the base of his shaft, on his testicles and on his legs. It must have been the longest, most awaited and satisfying release he had ever had. The euphoria that was left behind was unbelievable. Azura's climax finally ended, and she was panting faster than was possible. She could feel Axeth deep inside her, with his seed filling every place available, and some of it flowing out, sticking on her butt cheeks. Easing her hold on him a bit, she pulled her head back and strongly pressed her snout on his and ran her tongue with all its length in his mouth, entwining it around his, and pulling it inside her own. For a while, they just kissed, not hearing or feeling the world around them. They kept their eyes closed, until finally, they slowly opened them. Both looked exhausted, but utterly happy and satisfied, euphoric. Azura pulled her head away, gasping for more air. She pulled her body away a bit, holding on Axeth's neck. He was still firmly holding her legs in his arms, and she kept her tail entwined on his leg. Axeth was now starting to feel how numb his arms were, when the pure ecstasy wasn't blocking the exhaustion anymore. He slowly walked backwards to find a place to sit and finally let her go, but slipped and fell backwards with Azura following her. With a splash, they both submerged in the hot spring, and as surprisingly as it happened, the hot spring water felt so good. Azura lifted herself up as Axeth had released her legs when he fell over, and coughed a bit. Axeth's head soon appeared from the water, blowing water away from his nostrils. He was lifting himself up with his arms, not even trying to stand up. The sight of Azura in the sunlight before him, on him, all wet from the water making her hair and her scales sparkle in the sun, was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. She looked so majestic. And she was smiling so kindly to him. Her eyes were like blue diamonds. She giggled and shook her head, and some of her azure, wet hair was now in front of her blue eyes. Azura slowly stood up, finally letting Axeth's still moderately hard penis out of her. She was still panting a little, and she looked at Axeth in amusement. He was almost completely submerged, with his head and shoulders showing. His purple eyes were watching her, and he was smiling. The barbs on his head shined on the sunlight, and he looked much more handsome rather than intimidating with them. His purple eyes looked almost like sparkling, beautiful amethysts. Axeth crawled backwards with his arms on the edge of the hot spring and found a place to lean back, still soaked inside the spring below the waist. Azura followed, and cuddled on him on his left side, letting her left hands index finger explore his chest gently. Axeth embraced her waist with his left hand, caressing it gently. For a while, they just looked at each other, not saying a word. Words were not needed. Seeing each others faces was more than enough to describe their feelings better than a thousand words. After a while, Azura rested her head on Axeth's chest, and Axeth leaned his head on the rocks behind him. Still completely unaware of the world surrounding them, happy, exhausted, with the hot spring gently warming them, they fell asleep.

A pair of eyes was watching curiously at the male and female cuddled next to each other in the hot spring. The male was black scaled with dark gray bellybands, and the female was all white scaled with beautiful azure hair. The male was muscular, and the female was just otherwise fit. They looked exhausted, indeed! Tee hee hee! What a lively couple! Trix hovered over the hot spring for a while, watching the couple. They were fast asleep. Tee hee! No wonder! Anyone would be exhausted after mating for so long and so... passionately. It actually made her feel a bit sad. About herself. But enough of that! Trix flew inside the cave they seemed to live in, and by the looks of it, they had been living there for about a week. Hmm. How cozy looking! For a cave, at least! Hee hee hee! There were books. Bah! History? Boring, boring, boring! Oooh, but a few trunks! Trix wondered if there were any shinies to add to her collection, oh yes, she wants more! Tee hee!

End of part 1.

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