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The Amber Lantern

The Glaive Mountains. Big. Large. Green. Beautiful, they've always been described as. They run through the two land-locked kingdoms of Tylis and Pithon, separating the two. One kingdom is known for its abundance of forests, the other for its plentiful lakes and rivers. Legends say that the two gods who forged these opposing lands separated them with the Glaive mountains, creating a pass that would house both of their unique features top risen land. Here, trees and forests are ample, mixing with lakes and rivers to create amazing, wondrous sights that have beguiled travelers for eons.

But there is a bit more to the Glaive Mountains, mysteries and tales that often follow its name whenever people hear of it. Specifically, the tale of a glowing light that is known to lead lost and weary travelers to safety, and of the woman who holds it. They say she appears in the darkness of night, right when a traveler or adventurer has all but given up hope. Standing in the distance like a ghastly apparition, in her hand lays what could only be described as a lantern. She says nothing, but if the traveler musters up enough courage, they will find that approaching her is all but impossible. The closer they move, the farther away she becomes. Endlessly, over and over and over again until...

The light vanishes... and they find themselves right on the edge of civilization.

Who this woman is and what does she even look like, most couldn't begin to tell you. The stories typically conflict, with some saying she's nine, even ten feet tall, while other say she's not much taller than five feet. Some stories can't even get her species correct, claiming sometimes that she's a human woman, while others say she's a serpent or a dragon, with great wings. Despite these warring inconsistencies however, some attributes to her remain the same.

Her eyes are green. Her hair is red. And the color of the glowing lantern she caries in her hand is amber. Otherwise?

Otherwise...

“Hey! Hey! Wake up! Nicholas! Wake up!"

“Hrrrrghh... h-how many times do I gotta... nngh... tell ya...? It's... Nick... haaa... just Nick... mmm..."

The spindly wheels of the carriage finally came to a halt, jerking the young man awake... if the call of the driver hadn't done that already. A bit of pain surged through his neck, while the rest of his body was left a bit asleep. Man, riding long distances in a caravan, it never gets old... nor does it get more comfortable, unfortunately.

Brown eyes opening up, the young man dragged his gaze left and right, scanning the many dusty doohickeys of the carriage he road in. From things like children's toys and carpets, to clothes and even a few swords, the merchant who owned this van would make for himself quite the pretty penny. Well... assuming he cleaned off all this dreck; he himself wouldn't buy anything with this much dust on it!

Fortunately for him, he no longer needed to ride aboard this carriage, with it having come to a complete halt at his destination. Standing up but keeping his head down so that it didn't accidentally bonk against the ceiling, he slowly made his way for the curtains at the back, passing slowly by the objects within. And when he pushed the curtains open...

“Snniiiiifffff... hooooh yeah..."

He smelled nature.

The sun was already setting in the sky, casting the lands before him in a more reddish and orange glow than usual. It made him smile, while the smell of grass and pinewood imbued him with strength. Hopping over the edge of the caravan, he landed softly upon the dusty brown path outside and turned to face the land before him with a glowing smile.

He was on the side of a mountain, one that was more green, grassy hills and bountiful forests, than it was rocky cliff sides and snowy summits. The path beneath him was one more commonly traveled by adventurers looking for a more scenic route, so there were signs of previous travelers etched into the soil. And yet, it was uncommonly quiet this evening, with no one here but Nick and the merchant he hired.

Ah, but yes, who is Nick? Maybe it was because of his dusty brown hair, or his modest height, or maybe even the seemingly out of place shoulder paldron that rested on his left arm, but he didn't give the vibe of a person who's lived his whole life in Tylis. That kingdom was known for its woodcutters and lumberjacks due to its abundance of forests. But he didn't strike people as the kind of person from Pithon either, with them being typically fisherman thanks to their lakes and rivers. No, Nick came from somewhere else, perhaps somewhere northern due to his skills with the bow. Or maybe even from a southern land like Alektrios, for they too were known for their archers.

Ah... perhaps its best not to worry about it. He's here at the Glaive Mountains; that is all that matters.

Briefly he looked himself over, his hand smoothing down his green tunic and brown pants, before moving up to check the drawstring of his bow. He even reached back, making sure he still had his quiver and arrows with him, less he make a mistake of forgetting them like he nearly did last time.

Once his check over was complete, he laid a hand upon his neck, trying to force out the crick that worked its way into it during his rest. Then he turned, walking up towards the front of the caravan where the driver sat.

He was an older, portly fellow, one who had probably done this a dozen, if not a hundred times over the many years in his life. Gray hair, gray mustache, gray beard; yeah, that sort of old. He rubbed a rag against his cheek to clean off some of the sweat that had formed there, before glancing over towards Nick who stood at his side.

“This the place right, Nicholas?" asked the old man, causing Nick to give him a side eye.

“My name's not... aaah... never mind..." he replied whilst shaking his head, only to turn and face the forest before him, “Yeah... yeah this is the place."

“I never asked when you hired me at Torna but... why would a boy like you wanna go out to a place like this?" asked the old man, his eyes looking Nick up and down a few times, “Are ya going hunting? There's better places to hunt boar and the like in Tylis, not here in the Glaive Mountains."

“I know, I know," Nick replied, before giving him a rather reserved smile, “But... I'm not up here to go hunting, I'm up here looking for something."

“Ahh... looking for something," replied the old man in a thoughtful manner, before he pulled back to mull over Nick's words, “Looking for something... looking for something... hmm..." he then raised an eyebrow, “Is there a treasure up here or something?"

“No... no... not that," Nick replied, causing the old man to cock his head in the opposite direction.

“Then what is it you're looking for?" he asked, “I couldn't imagine why anyone else would want to go through the Glaive Mountains. There's nothing up here, unless you really want to enjoy the sights."

“Well... I guess you can say that," Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders, “I am... kinda hoping to see something. Or... more accurately..." he blushed as he scratched the back of his head, “See someone..."

“See someone...?" repeated the old merchant, “But there's no one who lives up here in the Glaive Mountains, no villages or towns... about the only person who lives up here would be..."

He then stopped, realization dawning on him. Opening his mouth, he gazed at Nick like he just said something crazy and stupid. But the way the young man merely smiled back said otherwise. No, this wasn't a joke, and no, he wasn't going to go back; this was something Nick needed to do. If he didn't do it, he'd never forgive himself.

“She's not real, boyo," said the merchant, “Just... a fairy tale."

“Maybe..." Nick replied as he reached down, grabbing a pouch of coins from his pocket, “But I have to check. I remember seeing her once when I was a young boy. I can't let this chance go by."

Suddenly he tossed the pouch of coins to the merchant who grabbed it in midair; it was his payment for this little ride. Saying not another word, Nick instead waved farewell to the old man, before turning to make his way into the forest. But the merchant didn't budge, not right away at least. Instead he watched Nick walk for a bit, a wry grin adorning his lips before he shook on the reins of his horse to get it moving.

“I wish ya all the luck, Nicholas..." he said as he began riding off.

“Yeah... I wish myself all the luck too," he answered, though it was low and under his breath.

Some would call the young man crazy for this. In fact, some have called him crazy for this, namely his father, who thought him insane. Having a child who desires to be an adventurer, that's normal. Having a child who desires only to travel in order to find the woman of his dreams? That's a bit more... unusual. Yeah, that's the stuff of romantic myths and stories itself, not of reality.

But Nick was nothing if not dogged in his pursuit of his goals, and he had quite the courage to back it up. If he said he was going to find the woman of his dreams, he was going to find the woman of his dreams, and no one could convince him otherwise. Was it romantic? Was it childish even? Yeah, yeah it was, but nothing could stop him now.

Nothing...

The Glaive Mountains... traveling into its grassy meadows, a rush of joy overwhelmed him. He remembered this place from his childhood. One day hunting in the forests with his father before they moved, a day he'd never forget. He chased an elk somewhere deeper into the forest, breaking away from his father as he readied his bow. He remembered hearing his father yell at him to return, but he was so enthralled with the thrill of the hunt, that he ignored his commands. Instead he chased and chased and chased...

Until he no longer remembered where he was.

The elk traveled towards a pond, before vanishing among bushes and shrubbery, leaving the young Nick alone. He remembered turning and calling for his father, but he was too far gone to hear him. In all but an instant, the boy found himself lost in the forest with nothing but his bow and quiver of arrows.

As he traveled through the forest now, he wondered if he'd remember anything significant. Any specific landmark, any telltale signs of civilization. But... no, the forest here – or at least the one he entered into – was unfamiliar to him. It just looked like any other forest he had ever been through, from the strong brown wood of the trees, to the verdant leaves of their canopies, and the green grass below. Ah, and of course the animals, ones that broke and ran way as the human man entered into their midst. He always enjoyed nature, and being surrounded by it caused a wide smile to appear on his lips.

He didn't know where he was going... and that's exactly what he wanted. Confusion, aimlessness, wondering; Nick wanted to get lost. The Glaive Mountains were a big place, but if he just kept walking in one direction, he'd be able to just walk back where he'd come from and get back to the path. And that's not exactly being 'lost' is it?

So Nick suddenly bolted to the right, darting between a few trees and leaping over some bushes. He was quick and speedy, his heavy footsteps tossing up grass in his wake as he made way for... somewhere. Remember, he was trying to get lost, so he kept running through the forest meadow at a breakneck pace, twisting and turning around trees, bushes, stumps, rocks; whatever. Just running and running, deeper and deeper, turn this way, turn that way... only to come to a screeching halt.

Hmmm... was he lost yet? Mmmm... no... no, not exactly. So he kept pushing on.

Deeper and deeper, the woods of the forest grew even more inviting, the setting sun not yet having descended over the horizon. It cast the forest in such a golden-red hue, illuminating further its natural beauty. At times, Nick found himself stopping just to gaze in awe of it all.

Having traveled through many forests along the continent, he had never been in one as amazing as this.

But a sudden gust of wind alerted him, pushing the young archer to move in deeper. His pace slowed, his jog turning into a walk, and the chirping of animals around him grew louder. All these things combined caused him to pull out his bow, holding it in his hands in a battle-ready manner. It also made him think about this little plan... and if it was rather half-baked.

Would it actually work? Would he find the mysterious woman of the mountain and her glowing lamp? And even if he did find her, would he be able to catch up with her? He was no wizard, no mage, meaning he didn't know any spells that could help in these regards. Eh, it probably wouldn't work anyway.

But would this even work? Would getting lost even work? Could the woman of the amber lamp tell if he was getting lost on purpose or by accident. Is it even possible to get lost on purpose? Huh... yeah, this plan really was half-baked, wasn't it?

Yet Nick didn't stop, couldn't stop. Bow in hand, he continued to press himself deeper into the forest, getting even more entrenched in the sounds of the mountains. He saw so many creatures here and there, from foxes and squirrels, to dear and elk, to even bears!

Wait... bears?

Foxes? He was prepared for that. Dear and elk? Yeah, that too... but bears? That's a bit out of his pay grade. Bears are far from invincible, but that didn't make them any easier to kill or outrun. If anything, shooting a bear with an arrow tended to only make them angrier as oppose to pacifying them. And considering the fact that he was one very alone, very spongy human, taking on such a beast wasn't advised.

Fortunately for Nick, the bear was busy eating berries in a bush, not bothering with its surroundings. Knowing this, the archer slowly started to walk away, putting more and more distance between himself and the beast. His draw string was barely enough to penetrate the hide of a deer, let alone the body of it. He couldn't win this fight even if he tried.

So he walked away, but kept his eyes trained on the bear's back. Further... further... further...

He should've watched where he was going...

Ceeeeraaaaaaaaack!

“Ggugghh?"

“Huh? Oh shit..."

His foot had broken quite the sizable branch, one that sent a wicked splitting noise out into the forest. The bear that was once peacefully eating its berries, instead turned to face in the direction where the noise came from. Its eyes fell directly on Nick, who was frozen solid by the beast before him. In fact, the entire forest seemed to come to a stop, with neither side knowing what to do.

Well... the bear did.

“Grrrrrgghh! RRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Even from this distance, the roar it gave was one that caused Nick's hair to fly. It also finally spurned him to move, his mind scrambling to figure out what to do. He had training in bear attacks, but suddenly, he didn't know what the hell to do. Should he play dead first, or should he strike it in the head? Wait, he had his bow; could he maybe snipe it in the forehead and--

Oh shit... it was running... oh shit, he needed to start running!

Turning around, Nick bolted for the distance, furiously storming through the forest in an attempt to outrun the bear. It wasn't working, for the beast was more than capable of chasing him down, no matter how young and spry he was. If anything, every time Nick looked over his shoulder towards the beast, it was even closer than it was before!

Dammit, what should he do? Climb a tree? No, bears can climb too. Try and snipe it with an arrow? Heh! Even if he had enough skill to steady his hand whilst running and fire, there was no telling if he'd even be able to hit the bear's head! Once again, if he just struck its body, it would only make the beast angrier!

Well damn, he couldn't run forever! Sooner or later he'd need to do something to get this beast off of him, whether it be fighting back, finding a place to hide, or hoping it finds something else to--

Oh look... a cliff.

Fwuaaah!

“Wh-WHAT!?"

Forests and lakes. That is what the Glaive Mountains are known for. Another thing they're known for that people tend to forget reminding you about? Its plentiful ravines. Rivers run through the mountains, rivers that have eroded paths into them for centuries. And while these ravines aren't so tall that death is assured, they are tall enough that death is nearly assured.

And Nick found himself careening right over one.

“Oh no no NOOOOO!!!" he cried as he fell towards the muddy ground below.

The bear that chased him came to a stop, instead peering over the edge to watch Nick's free fall. The archer was unfortunate enough to strike a few objects on the way down, a branch here, a jutting piece of earth there, all of which served to slow his descend. But he didn't stop falling, not until there was nowhere left for him to fall.

Thud!

“Aaaaaah... haaahhh... nnggh... shit... gghhh..."

Soft mud. Soft, murky, dirty, wet, mud. It did a good job breaking his fall, but not enough. His brown eyes opening slowly, he struggled to gaze upon his surroundings as he laid chest-first upon the ground. He had indeed fallen into a ravine, and there was a nearby river that flowed before him. He was also alone, with no animals around save for a few chirping birds.

It left Nick in a strange sense of quandary. On one hand, the bear was no longer chasing him. On the other hand...

“Haaaag... oooh... th-that hurts..."

Yeah, on the other hand, he was in pain. A lot of it. It roared through his right arm, making him wonder if he had either broken it or dislocated it. When he looked over, it did seem a bit dislodged, didn't it? Oh... shit... no, that's not good.

And what of his bow? Oh... that's where it was; broken in twain a few inches away from his hand. That's not good either; what if that bear or some other creature came and he needed to defend himself? Between the fall that hurt his body, his dislocated shoulder that could barely move, and his shattered bow he used to hunt, Nick wasn't looking too good. And to make matters worse, the setting sun had finally vanished over the horizon, basking the forest in night.

And bringing out the variety of chirping bugs and hooting owls.

Through the pain he felt, the archer struggled up to his knees and pushed himself back upon his buttocks. Leaning up against the side of the ravine for support, he weakly pressed his hand at his shoulder, testing the pain that surged through him. Almost immediately he pulled back and winced, even doubled over as his breathing grew short. Yeah, not good. If anything, even worse. Much, much worse than he thought.

“D-dammit... haa... crap... what do I do?" Nick muttered as he looked left and right, “Gotta... gotta think about a way out of this..."

Right now, the last thing on his mind was meeting the mysterious woman of the mountains. Hey, Nick was love-struck, but he's not stupid! He needed to figure a way out of this mess, something that got harder and harder to do as the pain he suffered started to overwhelm him. Between the running he did before, his aimless wondering around the Glaive mountains, trying to outrun a feral bear, and then falling over a cliff side, it left the archer struggling to even keep his eyes open.

They kept opening and closing, blinking in and out as he saw both the darkness of his closed eyes, and the darkness of the ravine around him. And all that pain... it weakened him, drained him, a crooning cry escaping his lips.

“Haaaaaaah...! Aaaaaahh...! Nnnnghhh!!!"

In a way... this was exactly what he wanted. After all, that's how the stories go, right? Lost in the forest, right before he had all but given up hope. Yeah, that's when she appears. A woman, holding an amber lantern, one with flowing red hair and glowing green eyes. The woman of his dreams, the woman who saved him years ago. The woman who he fell in love with, the woman whom he wanted to give his... his... his...

“Aaah... wh-what...?"

As his eyes continued to blink in and out of consciousness, he saw something in the distance. Two green dots, and an amber light. He blinked, and those green dots got even closer, revealing themselves to be eyes. He blinked again, and the eyes once more grew closer, now revealing themselves to be attached to the face and head of a woman. He blinked again; she was wearing an auburn cloak, one that was wrapped around her body for modesty, and pulled up along her head like a hood.

Nick blinked once more; now she was standing directly in front of him, her feet clad in boots. He stared up weakly towards the woman, his words caught on his lips for he was unable to speak. She on the other hand raised the lantern she held, its amber light illuminating the immediate area so he could gaze upon her face just barely from beyond her hood.

It was the same beautiful face he had seen before. Womanly, vivacious, gorgeous, and with such sharp, verdant eyes to boot. But he didn't have that much time to gaze upon her... before everything went dark.

From all the pain and exhaustion, Nick had fainted.

…

Yeah, he remembered that day. Years ago. 18 years of age; the typical age in his land where boys were no longer considered boys, but men. The age where they were free to strike out on their own and make decisions for themselves. A day he had thought of for years in his youth. The day where he'd no longer be beneath the watchful eyes of his parents. The day where he'd be free to make any decisions he wanted.

And his decision was simple: to be an adventurer, to see all the sights the world had to give, and to hopefully find the woman of his dreams. Yeah, the typical, fanciful, romantic dreams of any man his age, right?

Perhaps that was the day that set him off on this path, that simple decision to go off on his own. But... no, that's not it exactly. Beautiful women were everywhere, so why here? Why the Glaive Mountains? Was it because of the rumors and legends? Was it because of his childhood run in with this mysterious being? Or was he always destined to seek her out here?

No... those things may have helped, but they weren't the deciding factor. No. It was that damn boat ride to Port Anglore. Those drunken sailors, and his impressionable young mind. That's what started all of this.

“AR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR! YOU!? AN ADVENTURER!? HAR HAR HAR!"

The bowls of the boat were rather hot. Ironic, considering the fact that the main deck was far too cold to be on at this time of night. The smell of sea salt and the ocean was thick as well, mixing in with the musky scent of sweat and body odors from the sailors around him. Yeah, it was awful, but being the courageous adventurer he was, he braved through it.

Or at least, he forced himself through it.

Candles had been lit to illuminate the inner hull of this boat, with everyone who currently weren't manning the ship's deck instead down here to relax after a hard day's work. They smoked, they drank, they played cards and dice and other such games, but for the most part, they traded stories among one another.

Nick was one of them, sitting at a table with one big sailor to his right, another big sailor to his left, and one last sailor sitting directly across from him. They all looked to be incredibly drunk, but still cognizant enough to listen to him. Which, now that he thinks about it all these years later, was probably not for the best.

“So yer tellin' me boyo, that not only are ya an adventurer, but yer also gonna be slayin' dragons and shit?" said the sailor across from him with a wide grin on his lips.

“Y-yeah, exactly!" said the young Nick as he puffed out his chest in an attempt to appear strong. It didn't work.

“AR HAR HAR! IT'S EVEN FUNNIER THE SECOND TIME!" the sailor laughed, along side the other sailors around him, “Looky 'ere boy! Ain't no way yer gonna be slayin' any sorta dragons! Not at yer age!"

“I know I'm inexperienced," Nick replied as he tensed up, “I'm not going to slay dragons now... but I will one day. I'll be a hero that everyone hears of!"

“And how ya gonna do that, Nick?" said the sailor to his left, his elbow jabbing into the young man's shoulder, “I've seen ya use that bow of yours. Ain't half bad, but that ain't gonna cut it with no dragons."

“Have ya even seen a dragon before, boy?" said the sailor to his right this time with a wide, sneering grin, “I ain't talkin' about some small, winged lizard that can barely glide, let alone fly. I'm talkin' full on, big ass, wide winged reptiles, who can breathe fire and eat mean whole! GAARRRGGHGHGHGHGHGH!!! Yeah... thems kinds of dragons!"

“I know the difference between a dragon and a lizard!" Nick replied, trying to defend himself, “I won't confuse the two when I find one!"

“Well if yer so learned, then ya probably know that dragons are more than just mindless, fire-breathin' beasts, dontcha?" said the sailor across from him, taking the young man aback.

“Well... like what? Like... magic?" Nick replied, “Because... y-yeah, I know some dragons know magic."

“Ooooooooh... so ya don't know," retorted the sailor, his gaze traveling up to meet the eyes of his chuckling buddies, “And 'ere I was thinkin' you woulda known 'bout what dragons can see. What dragons can feel..."

“'Feel'?" Nick repeated, “Feel what?"

“Dragons are smarter than ya think, Nick," said the sailor to his left, “They can sense when their enemy ain't up to snuff. Burn 'em straight to a crisp, or swallow 'em whole. Or just fucking tear through them with their big ass claws. Oh yeeaaah..."

“If ya tried to hunt a dragon as you are now, they'll kill ya in an instant!" the sailor to his left added on, “Keheheheheh! So ya know whatcha gotta do?"

“D... defend myself?" retorted Nick, a cold sweat breaking upon his brow and a shiver running down his spine.

“Nooooooooo..." answered the sailor directly in front of him, “Ya see, there's some ways of wardin' off a dragon's gaze, boyo. Some people use magic, others armor, but any true hunter'll let ya know, that there's only one way to prove yerself before a dragon."

“And... what's that...?"

“Let me ask instead, boyo... yer a virgin?"

Instantly Nick paled, his spit getting caught in his mouth. Swallowing it, he looked down, which caused all the men around him to immediately erupt into a thick, hardy laughter. One of them even slapped Nick on the back, jostling him forward. He didn't say anything though, being too embarrassed to speak back against their laughter.

“I KNEW IT! AR HAR HAR HAR HAR HAR!"

“I don't know what me being a virgin has to do with anything!" Nick eventually said back, his voice raised.

“Well, that's the secret to all of this, Nick!" answered the sailor to his right, “If ya a virgin, there's no way a dragon's gonna even entertain the thought of ya! And believe you me, a dragon can tell the difference between a virgin and a man!"

“So what? If I try and face a dragon, it'll kill me because I'm a virgin?"

“Or just blow ya away... sometimes, virgins ain't even worth killin'," answered the sailor on his left, “And then you'll just be humiliated. Imagine if ya a maiden waitin' for her hero to save her, and then that hero gets blown away cuz he's a virgin! Talk about embarrassin'!"

“Urgh! Then I won't be a virgin when I face my first dragon!" Nick replied, half partially to just get the sailors off his back, “I'll spend my gold on a prostitute if I have to!"

“Well now, that ain't gonna work," the sailor on the opposite end said back, “Buyin' a prostitute to lose ya virginity is paramount to cheatin', boyo! And dragons probably hate cheaters more than they dislike virgins! If ya do that, then they'll kill ya no doubt!"

“So then what do I do!?" Nick cried in an exasperated.

“This is what ya do, kid," replied the sailor to his right, “Ya find yourself a beautiful maiden. The one who lights yer dreams on fire.

“The one who make your heart race," added the sailor to his left.

“The one who makes your dick hard," continued the sailor on the opposing end.

“And then you make love to her," finished the sailor on his right, “Once ya do that, dragons'll give ya the respect you deserve. They can tell when a man's bedded a beautiful woman."

“Is it... is it really that simple?" Nick asked, to which they nodded.

“Oh yeah it is..."

Even then, he probably should have known they were just pulling his chain. They were drunk and clearly fucking with him, and let's face it, their words sounded like a bunch of horseshit. But he was a gullible young man, and they were travel-hardened sailors so of course he believed them when they said that.

So why is it then that – even years later – he still believes them. Why is it that even now, he searches for the beautiful woman who will have his virginity. Is it because he's still that same young fool? Maybe...

But ya'know what they say; only fools fall in lo--

…

“Hmmmph... mmmmm... hhaaaah... oooooooh... my head hurrrrts... aaaahhh..."

Brown eyes groggily opened up, falling upon the soft wood panel of the white ceiling. A... white ceiling? What... how'd he get here? The last thing he remembered was falling over that ravine, dislocating his shoulder, breaking his bow and... that amber lantern.

That amber lantern and the woman who held it.

Pulling himself up, Nick steadily scanned his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was. Gone were the green grass and treetop canopies of the forest, and gone was the setting sun. Instead replacing them was the gentle, warm walls of a wooden lodging. He was resting in a bed no less, blankets pulled up to his neck, his body wrapped up in coils. Yeah, and his arm...

“Nnghh... what...?"

Yeah, his arm was tied up in a sling, fastened in place to help mend back that which he accidentally dislocated. It still ached him, but far, far less than the pain he suffered when he first tumbled over that ravine. Sitting up in this bed and rubbing his shoulder, Nick continued to scan the room he was in.

The mattress was nice, the walls were wooden, and there were a few drawers here and there. This room very much looked like a guest room in a house, and it even gave off the warm, inviting feel of one. In turn, this only made Nick wonder more just where the hell was he?

He needed to get answers, moving him to gaze out towards the window in the room, seeing the full moon gaze back. Moving aside the blankets he rested beneath, he got out of the bed and staggered towards the window, his legs hurting but not enough to inhibit him. And when he arrived to the window and stared out of it...

“I'm... on the side of a mountain?"

This house laid on a plateau, high above the other lands on the Glaive Mountains. It was a beautiful flatland however, with a few jutting rocks here and there for character, and a wide lake that reflected the silver moon above. These were the kinds of views that made life as an adventurer worth it, to see the things no one else gets to see. But... that didn't explain where he was, how he got here, and--

“Who put me in all these coils?"

Looking down, that's when he realized something else, something important. His clothes were gone. He wasn't naked, no, but these were not the clothes he was wearing in the first place. His tunic was gone, his pants gone too, instead he was wearing a simple red robe that had been closed up to cover the coils wrapping around his body. Which means whoever tended to his wounds took no qualms with undressing him and – from the looks of things – cleaning him as well. Hey, he remembered falling into mud, but right now, he was completely clean. So...

“What the hell is going on here...?" Nick muttered to himself, his brown eyes falling on the door.

Walking through it, the young man found the home to be such a quaint, lovely place. The floors had such warm rugs on it, and it was two stories tall. He was on the second floor, currently heading through the wooden halls towards the first floor. So far however, he saw nothing that gave him insight on the person who lived here. No pictures of family members, no paintings or portraits, just simple furniture here and there. In turn, Nick's heart naturally began to pick up in pace, wondering just where the world he found himself.

“Hello!" he called, “Anyone there?"

But to no answer.

Finally coming to the staircase in this unusual home, he made his way downstairs to come across his clothes. They laid upon a couch, neatly folded and out of the way. It took Nick aback... but not because of the clothes. No, it was what sat next to his clothes on a small, raised table.

A lantern. Ornate and beautiful, created from wood, with a red color and flowery design to it. Its screen was glass, its candle like that of a gas-lit lantern, but not exactly. It was hard to explain, for it just didn't seem to work like how a typical lantern would work.

“What's going on here...?" Nick muttered, “Is this the--" fwoooosh! “Ah?"

Pulling back, he brought up his one good arm to defend himself against a gust of wind that seemingly billowed from nowhere. Looking in the direction where the wind came from, his eyes fell upon an open door. When he looked through the entryway, he could see a figure in the distance, one standing right at the edge of the lake. Naturally, he walked towards it.

Life seemed to move in slow motion the closer he walked towards her. Or maybe that was the tunnel vision he suddenly found himself suffering, as all he could focus on was the woman before him. Her back was towards him, and she was wearing an auburn cloak of some sorts that covered her from head to toe. Nick opened his mouth to speak to her, but was cut off as she began to remove the cloak that covered her body.

First she pulled the hood back, revealing the red hair that fell long and beautifully along her back. It was like a river how it flowed; a riveting red river. But the cloak continued to peel back, flaunting off her smooth, flawless shoulders.. and the smooth red scales that adorned them. Wait... scales?

If that was most shocking however, Nick was in for a real treat, for as the cloak came down further, it unveiled something amazing. Wings. Red, scaled, membranous wings, like that of a dragon. They extended from her slender back perfectly, being long, powerful, and easily capable of lifting a being like her into the skies. Such wings were out of place on what was otherwise a beautiful human woman's form, but that didn't push Nick away, didn't scare him. In fact, it did quite the opposite.

It drew him in further.

Finally the woman dropped the cloak from her form, revealing that she had a tail as well. It was long and red, scaled too, with a slightly furred tip. Slithering like that of a reptile's tail, it extended from the back of her body, right above her buttocks.

Her naked buttocks. She was naked.

“Mm... you're awake...?"

That voice... it echoed into his mind, sounding like someone was whispering into his ear. But the only people out here was him and her, and she was yards away near the edge of the lake. It left Nick astonished and unable to speak, while the woman herself turned to look at him from over her shoulder, revealing her green eyes. They shined bright like the grass of the forest, and they were so alluring and magnetizing as well. Doubly so than before, Nick found himself incapable of speaking, and incapable of looking away.

This was her, this was the woman, this was the amber light of the forest. After all this time, he had finally found her. And she was looking him in the eye. And she was still naked.

Looking away, Nick tried to preserve her modesty and hide his embarrassment. But he felt a sudden warmth emanate from nearby, making him look back ahead. When he did so, he found himself face-to-face with the (still naked) woman, who now stood before him by just a few inches. It took him aback, a gasp leaving his lips as he got an unobstructed view of her face.

It was so beautiful, so alluring, so seductive. The sharpness of her nose, the smoothness of her face, the reptilian green eyes that pierced deep into his soul, and the horns that jutted from the tops of her head. Yeah... horns... a little yellow in color, sharp and symmetrical, and rolled back like the horns of a ram. No doubt a headbutt from her would be more than enough to break a few ribs.

Nick gave a slight gasp as he looked at her, before dragging his eyes down to gaze upon the rest of her. Surprisingly, she was shorter than he was. Not by much, but shorter nonetheless. If he was 5'10, then she'd probably be 5'5, 5'6 on a good day. Oh yeah, and she was still very, very naked, forcing him to look away once again. But this time when he did it, he heard the woman giggle. Since she was so close, her voice sounded so natural, making his blood run faster.

“You mortals are so cute," she quipped, a smirk appearing on her lips, “What... is it my nudity? Does that make you uncomfortable?"

“I... I apologize... I shouldn't... I shouldn't gaze upon a naked woman like that, it's wrong," he answered with a bashful blush on his face, “Especially one as beautiful as you..."

“Beautiful...?" she repeated, her hand running through her hair, “How... how kind of you..."

“You... are you the woman of the mountains?" Nick asked after gaining the courage to do so, “The one in legend? The one with the amber lantern? The one who... who..." he swallowed his spit, “The woman I've been searching for?"

“You've been searching...?" she repeated, her head cocked to the side in a curious manner, “For... me?" just repeating that caused a soft blush to form on her own face, “Now... why have you been doing that?"

Nick opened his mouth, but it caused his voice to get caught in his throat. What should he say? That he came in search of this beautiful woman specifically to lose his virginity to her? Yeah, that's probably not the best thing to say, is it? But on the other hand, lying to her would be wrong, and he wasn't the type of guy to lie. He was honest, almost honest to a fault.

He thought momentarily about the lie he could tell to her, but when his eyes returned to her face yet again, he saw her smiling at him in a small, sweet manner. Her tail even began to slither about in a strange way, her wings folding in to help compress her form. Everything about her was elegant and beautiful, making Nick's voice continue to lock up in his throat. He wanted to say something but, he just found it so hard to do.

So she spoke first.

“Seirah... my name is Seirah..." she said, her hand reaching up to gently lay upon his shoulder, “And you...?"

“Huh? O-oh! Nick! My name... haaa... my name is Nick..." he then raised his hand, “Not Nicholas. Only old people call me 'Nicholas'."

“Kufufu... then I suppose I should call you Nicholas too," she replied, much to his surprise, “I have been living here for many, many, many decades."

“Yes... I know..." he replied in a love-struck manner, his mind running through the various myths he's heard of her, “The woman with the amber lantern, the one who leads people to safety. The one who..." he stopped himself briefly, before looking back, “The one I have been searching for..."

“Why is that...?" Seirah asked, her head cocked to the side as a curious expression took her, “Why me? No one's..." she looked down, “No one has ever come looking for me before..." she looked back up, “Were you just curious to see if the myths about me were real?"

“No... that's not it..." he replied, “Seirah... I... I..."

Dammit, this was difficult. Should he lie!? No, no, that's wrong! No! It was best to just come out and say it! Maybe she'll even pity him for it. Whatever, he just suddenly shouted out of all words,

“PLEASE TAKE MY VIRGINITY!!!"

And the entire mountain grew silent. No bugs, no birds, no nothing. Just the two of them.

Nick couldn't believe he just said that, let alone screaming it out like he did. This was the type of words that would result in an immediate slap straight across the face.

And Seirah? Well, she just looked at him, wide-eyed, the alluring demeanor she gave off before having been put to the wayside. She couldn't believe what she herself had just heard, and it caused a ruby-red blush to appear on her cheeks.

The feeling of embarrassment was mutual.

“Y-you what...?" Seirah muttered, trying to make sure she didn't have gunk in her ears and misheard him, “Because it sounds like... like you want me to take your virginity? That's what you asked for, right?"

“Y-yes!" Nick said as he grabbed her hand into his hand, raising it up, “I've dreamed about it for years, Seirah! How beautiful you are, your red hair, your green eyes... haaa... I knew if any woman were to have my virginity, it would have to be you."

Well ya gotta give him credit; this was rather a rather honest thing for him to do. He didn't come off as some big, testosterone-fueled man hoping to bed some beautiful woman. No, he honestly came off as a young man, a bit confused about his place in life, but one who willfully followed the whims of his heart. And the whims of his heart led him here, to her.

To put it lightly, Seirah could tell he wasn't just thinking with his penis; he was thinking with his heart.

“Nick... I..."

“Look, Seirah, I understand, this sounds insane," he said, his head dropping low for a few moments, “But I wouldn't be here if this wasn't something I wasn't dead-set on doing. I came all this way for you..."

“You're right; that does sound insane," she replied whilst looking away, “I can't imagine why anyone would come all this way for me. I've been so... so very..."

“Lonely...?" he said, finishing her sentence, “You don't have to be alone, Seirah. You're beautiful and you save people; who wouldn't lavish you with attention?"

Was he trying to come off as being romantic, or was he being stupidly earnest in his words? In a way, it was gleefully childish how he admitted such a thing, but Seirah would be lying if she said it didn't warm her.

Excite her, even.

“Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she whispered demurely, her fingers prodding one another, “I can't believe..."

“What isn't there to believe, Seirah! You beguile... everyone with your beauty. A lot of the stories... that's what they always talk about. How beautiful you are," he stepped forward, “And how you-- nngh!?"

Suddenly stopping, he pulled back and gripped his arm, wincing from a bolt of pain. Looks like he got too excited there, for he agitated his injury. Reacting quickly, Seirah laid her hands on his shoulders, where she helped settle him down. Leaning him up against a jutting rock formation, her green eyes ran along his arm, making sure he hadn't split any of his coils or his sling.

“Are you okay?" she asked, to which he nodded.

“Yeah... yeah... I'm fine," he groaned as the pain subsided, “Haaa... w-wait... you... Seirah, were you the one who wrapped me up?"

“Yes, yes I was," she answered with a nod.

“And were... were you the one who cleaned me as well?"

He blushed as soon as he asked the question, but did not turn away.

“Yes... yes I was..."

“S-so... so you... you saw me naked, didn't you?"

Seirah swallowed her spit.

“Yes... yes I did..."

Well now, that was quite the shock, even if he figured it to be true. Still, knowing that she had seen him naked really did put things in perspective. At the very least, they could call one another even; he saw her naked, and she saw him naked. So...

“You mortals... nudity is a problem for you, isn't it?"

“I... I'd say," Nick replied whilst rubbing the back of his head, “It's wrong to look at a person when they're naked, i-if they didn't ask for it."

“My apologies... I needed to clean you before I properly covered your wounds. I didn't want you to get infected."

“No, no, it's fine, really," Nick said with a bashful smile, “But... I have to know..."

“Know what?"

“Do you find me attractive?"

Once again, was this full-hardy bravery he exuded, or childish foolishness? Perhaps it had been a while for Seirah, because she wondered if all mortals were like this! But she could tell his desire to know wasn't born from some innate need to have his ego stroked, but a genuine desire to know the truth. Did she find him attractive, especially when she was healing him? Well...

“Why me?" Seirah asked instead, her head cocked to the side, “Of all the women you could give your virginity to... why would you chose me?"

“I've loved you for years, since I was a young boy, in fact," Nick answered without hesitation, “You probably don't remember but, years ago you saved me when I got lost in the Glaive Mountains. My family and I moved not too long after that day, but I never forgot you. When I started my journeys, I heard that beasts – dragons in particular – wouldn't take me seriously if I were a virgin... ha... but it's more than that," he closed his eyes, his head moving in, “Seirah... I came all this way specifically to find you. To give myself to you."

“Nicholas... d-don't..." she blushed and looked away, “Aaah... you said that if you were a virgin, beasts – dragons in particular – wouldn't take you seriously? Well..."

Her wings suddenly extended out, flaunting them yet again. He looked at them in an astonished manner, before drawing his eyes back towards Seirah's shy face. Nevertheless, those green eyes of hers looked back at him.

“I am a dragon," she whispered, her nail dragging along his chest as she began to push him more against the stone feature behind him, “I'm the type of creature that adventurers like you attempt to slay. Shouldn't you run away?"

“Well... Seirah..." Nick replied in a bit of a shaky manner, though that only lasted until he swallowed his spit, gaining a more masculine stance, “I don't care about that. Walking through your home, I can tell that you're lonely. You... you live here by yourself, don't you? Look, I know it's not much – I am just a human – but still... I want to be with you, if only for the night."

Ba-dump...

Looking into his eyes, the dragoness could see that childish truth within them again. He was being honest, not lying, not hiding his true stance, no. He came all this way in search of her. Many people had tried to see her, but only to see if the rumors are real. But only Nick came to actually meet her.

To meet her, and do more.

“Have you... ever kissed a woman before...?" Seirah asked as she pressed her body more into his, making Nick shake his head.

“No... I haven't I-- mmmm..."

She cut him off by kissing him. Seirah's lips pressed to Nick's lips, causing him to scramble back. Naturally his brown eyes grew wide, for this was the first kiss he had ever shared with another. Her lips felt so good against his lips, her warm breath so good. She didn't move much, but as the lip-lock held, Nick found his eyes growing heavier and heavier. Eventually they closed, and Seirah began to move in earnest.

“Mmmmff... mmmmmmmm..."

With skilled movements, Seriah maneuvered and opened Nick's mouth open, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Her mouth was even hotter now, and her tongue was so... unique. It grooved along his tongue with movements that should technically be impossible for a human, how it stroked his tongue, then coiled around it. The movements coaxed a grunt from Nick, his eyes once again opening up while she pulled away.

“Mmmffffuaaaahh... haaaa..."

“Haaaah... haaaa... Seirah..."

“Shhhh... Nicholas..." she whispered, her fingers stroking along his face and lips while her green eyes grew so bright, “Let me handle this... mmm..."

She kissed him again, her body pressed up harder against his body, particularly her breasts. They were so large, being larger than the bust he'd seen on many a woman during his journeys. And now they pressed so softly against him, allowing him to feel them and the warmth that emanated from deep within. Nick groaned from it through their kiss, while Seirah continued her skillful tongue-lashing.

It stroked, it licked, it poked, it prodded, it ran along his teeth, ran along his gums, and it slurped up his spit. In return, Nick felt all of it, his body getting hotter as she tasted from his body. The spit they traded was equal parts elating, causing the archer's heart to pick up in speed, faster and faster.

Harder and harder.

A visible lump was growing between Nick's legs, forming along the robe he was wearing. He felt his manhood swelling more and more, a sudden pulse of pleasure even causing him to pull back. He opened his mouth to speak, but Seirah merely giggled, her alluring green eyes locked on his face... before they started to look down.

“Are you up for this...?" she asked, her green eyes looking over towards the sling she had placed his arm in, “We can stop if you'd like..."

“No way," Nick answered, “I've waited years for this... I'm not gonna stop until I can't keep going..."

Seriah opened her mouth to say something, but instead opted to grin. She pressed another kiss upon his lips, but this time she did not deepen it. No, her hands moved down, grabbing the sash at the center of his robe and slowly undoing it. The cool night air began to grace Nick's form all the more as she did so, the robe he was wearing starting to part open. And when she finally undid the sash and allowed the robe to fully part open...

“Haaaah..."

A cool gust of wind befell his body, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. Seriah didn't stop though, further pulling open his robe to reveal the body he had beneath. His toned figure laid beneath; the body of a hunter and adventurer. Was he the most masculine man? The most Adonis-like? The most powerful? No... but Seriah preferred this sort of body. Taller than she was, toned for his duties, but not overtly muscular that it ruined his figure. He was a modest young man, one who had the body necessary to do his deeds, and she preferred that.

But more importantly... his cock. Without the robes in the way, she could see it rising to life. And boy, was it hard. Not maximum length, but damn near close. The glands so big, while the rest of it was appropriately girthy and long. Seriah licked her lips at the sight of it, before she reached down one of her hands. Gently she grabbed it, stroking her hand along his cock, and coaxing a grunt from Nick's lips.

She was touching him down there.

“It's so big..." she whispered into his ears, “And it's so hard... does it hurt?"

“Nnngh...! A-a little... haaaaah...!" Nick replied, “Oh, Seirraaaaaah..."

She let go of his cock, but only so that she could press up against him once again. Her hands laid on his chest, Seriah's body leaned against his, his rapidly-hardening cock now aimed towards her womanhood. But instead, she squeezed and sandwiched his dick between her thighs, allowing him to feel the smooth, flawless flesh down there. So thick, so plump, so heavenly. They stroked along his length as she jerked her hips back and forth, running over every inch of his cock.

For a virgin like him, this was intense. Nick even pulled back and gasped, the pleasure he felt overwhelming him. He struggled to keep up, his one good arm reaching and wrapping around her waist, pulling her in.

“More..." he pleaded, to which she nodded.

“Of course..."

This was way, way better than merely using his hand. The touch of an other's body, pleasuring him in a way he thought impossible... dammit, what could he even say to describe this?

He couldn't say anything. He could only moan and mewl with pleasure.

“Haaaahhh...! Haaaaah! Aaaaahhh! Seirah... haaaaaahhh...!"

“Kukukuku... you're so cute, Nick..." she replied, before moving in to kiss upon his neck, “Mmm... so cute... and so sweet... mmmmm..."

Those thighs and her kisses, they both sent surges of pleasure through Nick's dick. He groaned and leaned back against the rocky pillar behind him, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle a moan which threatened to come out. It was all so very damn intense, making his dick throb more and more, harder and harder. The sticky pre that leaked from the tip tracked upon Seirah's legs and thighs, causing them to glisten under the silver moonlight.

Fuck... he was already about to cum! He could feel his balls churning, desiring to shoot out that seed of his. He hadn't even entered inside of her yet, but her thighs alone were able to make him bend and break like... like...

Like a virgin. Heh heh...

“Seiraaaaaaaahh...!" he groaned, “Haaaaah... I'm gonna... gonnaaa...! Nnnghhh...!"

“Go ahead..." she whispered, her lips leaving his neck, “Don't hold back..."

For some reason, giving the permission to cum like that made things so much easier for Nick. Or maybe it was how Seirah suddenly doubled-down on her press, squeezing harder against his body. Her hands left his chest, reaching around to his hips where she grabbed him tightly. At the same time, her thighs pressed down harder as well, squeeeeeeezing the ever loving life out of his dick! Pressed on both sides, such smooth, flawless skin that was firm yet soft. So hot and warm as well, pushing down, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until--!

“Aaaahhh!"

Seirah's eyes grew wide, watching Nick's face contort with so much bliss. How his eyes grew lidded, his mouth wide in such a lewd 'o', how red his face and cheeks were, and how hot his body became. All of this happened for an instant, right before...

Squuurrrrrrt!

So loud! A gush and swelling of cum rocketed through his dick, and Seirah felt every moment of it reverberate through her thighs. Looking down at how sweaty and sticky they had become, the dragoness felt Nick's cum splatter upon her thighs. Some of it was even capable of shooting out on the other side of her legs, tracking upon her curved ass, and even falling on her tail. It left Seirah gasping, amazed by the voluminous amount of seed he spilled, and the launch distance of such an ejaculation.

Mmmmm...

While Nick panted to catch his breath, she reached one of her hands down. Tracking some of his cum upon her finger, she raised it up high, with the dazed archer watching just barely. That sensual finger pushed into her mouth, where she sucked it clean. Spit and drool oozed from those soft, thin lips of hers, held there for a few moments, and then...

Pop.

Out came the finger, completely clean of cum.

As if tunnel vision had once again overwhelmed him, all Nick could see was Seirah. She smiled in a sensual manner, those sharp green eyes of hers squeezing in on his form. In her eyes, did he look pathetic? Young, even? He just came from her thighs alone; what man does that? Nick's head was swimming with these thoughts, but the first words that came out of his mouth were,

“You look so beautiful..."

That red hair that fell along her face was parted in a way that didn't obstruct view of her amazing features. It also didn't hide the red blush that formed on her cheeks. Her smile even grew smaller, her green eyes glancing away. Seirah was suddenly so shy, so demure, but that didn't stop her from saying in a small way,

“Thank you..."

She then pulled back, her body leaving his entirely, and allowing him to gaze upon her. Moving her hands up, Seirah pushed back her long hair, stopping it from cover her body. She had a slender yet voluptuous figure, with a chest that was so busty, and pink nipples so hard. Red scales laid not only on her shoulders, but on her hips and thighs as well; a glimpse into her true form.

Her figure was like that of an hourglass, full at the top, thin in the middle, and then growing full again at the bottom. Staring upon her naked beauty, a bit of drool started to hang from Nick's lips, while Seirah ran her one hand through her hair and ran the other hand along her hip. Was she... flaunting herself? Nick didn't even realize it, not right away. He just kept staring at her body, getting lost in it, and especially the sight of his cum from before steadily oozing down her inner thigh.

He had just climaxed, but it was clear his cock was growing hard yet again. There was no rest for him.

Cum slid along his dick, drawing Seirah's green eyes down upon it. She could still taste his lingering cum on her lips and tongue, which further pulled her in. Tapping the source from the fountain would be a more robust taste, would it not?

So she got close to him, Nick's breathing hitching up for he was at a lost for words. Watching Seirah get down on her knees before him, he felt her hands lay on his waist, holding him in place. Those reptilian green eyes of hers were locked on his penis, watching it throb and pulsate. The veins that stood along the end of it, the glands that were so bulbous, the sweat and cum which oozed on its side, and this musky, sweaty scent. There was an odor to him that smelled like apples; the soaps she used to clean his body when she first found him. But now, that scent was being overpowered by his natural, masculine musk.

“Mmmm..." her nostrils flared on it, “Haaaaaa..." she smelled it more, “Nnnngghh..." and her eyes closed shut, “Haaahhhahhhaaa..." and she shuddered.

Chu...

Then she kissed it.

“Nnnghh...! Haaaa!"

Feeling those lips upon his sensitive cock caused Nick to give an involuntary thrust forward. Some cum slapped on her cheek because of this, but Seirah didn't mind. No, her eyes remained closed, her lips still pursed, as she delivered yet another kiss upon his cock. Over and over again, she kissed the side of his dick, causing it to throb and twitch within her cradling hands. His cum oozed on her lips as she did so, making for such a sordid sight. But Seirah never stopped, never even slowed. If anything, she started kissing his dick faster, not caring that her lips and cheeks were being stained more and more by his seed.

“Mmmmffff..." and then, “Naaaaaaaaaaallll...!"

She licked the side of his cock, really making Nick grunt. Once more his rigid cock throbbed, this time as her long, slender tongue stroked along the veins of his dick. It's not like Nick had much regular experience to pull from this situation, but even he could tell that what Seirah was doing wasn't normal. Her tongue wasn't like that of a human's, but of a snake's, slithering and writhing along the side of his cock. Watching her move was like watching a painter paint, how controlled those movements were, how they slid, pushed, doubled back again, before swirling and swirling around the glands and tip. That alone made Nick throw his head back in absolute lust, a shivering cry leaving his lips that filled the mountain tops.

“Haaaahhaaaaaaahh!"

It was so cute; the sound of a virgin!

Her lurid tongue made sure to clean every inch of cum from off his dick. The gooey strands of spit and seed hanging on her pink muscle like a bridge. She pulled it all into her mouth and kept it there, before swallowing it down without a moment's hesitation. Like... damn, do women typically do such a thing? Nick wondered, figuring this was something only a dirty whore would do. But just because it was dirty... did that make it wrong? Well, if it was wrong, he knew one thing; he fucking loved it!

Her hand wrapping around his cleaned cock, Seirah gently jerked it, keeping his length at maximum hardness. Every push down of her hand coaxed a grunt from him, while his heavy balls swayed in the air. Noticing them, the dragoness cradled his sack, her fingers gently squeezing and fondling them. Her every press garnered an 'Ee!?' from him, which in turn made her giggle. It was like a button, squeeze, squeeze squeeze, and,

“Eee!? Eee!? Eeeeee!?"

“Kukukukukuku! You sound so cute, Nicholas," Seira remarked, her green eyes looking up towards his moaning face, “It makes me want to swallow you up..."

“Th-that's not funny," he replied, a blush forming on his face as he looked away, “You're a dragon so... th-that's what dragons do..."

“Kukukukuku! Well... I think I'll swallow a part of you that you'll really like."

“Hm? What part?" he asked whilst looking back, being earnest in his ignorance.

“Kuku... this part..."

Looking back down at his hardened dick, Seirah opened her mouth up wide. Spit oozed from her lips, and an incredibly hot breath flowed from within. Like, really hot; desert hot. Was that a few flames from her body within? Nick couldn't tell, but he did see some steam flow from her nostrils.

Seirah's mouth moved closer and closer, doing so slowly however, just to let him take in every moment of it. And, damn, did he do so; silently, eyes wide, and his heart racing in his chest. All the way to the point of no return.

“Mmmmmm..."

“Aaaaaaahhhhh...!"

Laying back against the stone slab behind him, Nick melted to the feeling of his cock in Seirah's warm mouth. Or, well, hot mouth; it was like his dick was resting beneath the hot waters of a hot springs. Which means, yeah, it felt fucking amazing! Hot on all sides, suffocating his penis, spit oozing on it, and her tongue running along the underside. Seirah kept pushing down as well, moving further and further along his cock.

Now, Nick's not the most well-endowed man, but he's nothing to shake a stick at either. Regardless, Seirah effortlessly pushed down on his dick, all the way to the point that her lips and nose met his crotch. He tensed up from the feeling of it, while he could have sworn he felt his cock brush along the entrance to her throat.

But Nick couldn't focus on that, not while he was getting the fellatio of a lifetime! Seirah's lips pushed and pulled on his dick, oozing her heated spit all on his cock. Back and forth her head bobbed, muffled moans leaving her lips, while her green eyes stared up towards his face. Her hands as well continued to lay flat against his waist, pressing and holding him in place so she could continue sucking.

And sucking.

And sucking!

“Haaaaah!"

Then Nick suddenly reached over, his hand resting on her head. And, wow, this was the first time he started touching her back, isn't it? Brushing his fingers along her head, petting her like she was a doll. That lovely, gorgeous red hair of hers was so smooth, his fingers moving and grooving along it. Nick eventually pressed even harder upon her head, causing Seirah to smile, even with her mouth full of cock at the moment.

His resilience was better than the last time, but that's not saying much. His throbbing cock started to pulsate in that telltale manner again, with Nick pushing his hips forward. With his hand sat on her head, he started to take the initiative, thrusting his penis into her mouth at a steady pace. Said thrusts were shallow, but the feeling of those soft, thin lips running along his cock, her wet and hot mouth, and that slithering tongue, was more than enough to push Nick into overdrive.

But he bit his lip! This pain... that should be enough to keep it going, right? He just wanted to stave of the inevitable! Another orgasm on his part, but he wanted this to go on and on and on! It was hard, but he kept it up. Biting, squeezing, groaning into his lip, up until finally...

“Hrrrrrgghhh!"

“Mmmmmfff!?"

Nick shot his hips forwards, his head looking to the skies as he once again began cumming. His white-hot seed filled Seirah's mouth, taking her aback with how thick it was. He had just climaxed all over his thighs, but this was still so potent. So much seed filled her mouth, oozing on her tongue, her teeth, her gums; not one inch of her mouth was spared. And then it settled, sitting in there, causing her green eyes to shake and shiver as they rolled back.

Oooooooooooooh... sooooo gooooood...

When Nick looked back down, his eyes met Seirah's eyes. She smiled at him as she kept his gaze trapped, and then slowly pulled off of his dick. Unlike the last time, his cock was completely spit-clean, with not one bit of cum staining it. Instead, all of that cum sat in her mouth, with Seirah even opening it wide to flaunt this fact.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

So much cum, sitting in her mouth like a heated bath. It left Nick shuddering and thinking...

Did I do that?

“Mmmm... gulp!"

But beyond even those thoughts... fuck was that such a hot sight. A woman holding his seed in her mouth and letting it sit there, and then swallowing it all down like it was nothing. That cum of his oozing down her throat and vanishing. Shit, is this what sex was like!? Sure, he had read his fare share of adult books, but that paled in comparison to this!

And not only that but...

“Gaaah..."

“Ah!? Nicholas!?"

His legs gave out, causing him to fall down on his butt. Groaning a bit from the impact, the young man looked up towards Seirah, who bent over to get her face close to his. A cheeky grin laid on her lips as she did so, but Nick was busy getting lost in those gorgeous green eyes of hers. How bright they were, those slit pupils. Ah... he could get lost in them for hours.

Reaching his hand up, Nick placed it upon Seirah's cheek, his thumb stroking along her features. It took her by surprise, but she didn't say anything. Instead she just allowed him to explore to his heart's content, running that thumb along her lips, her nose, even up towards her eyebrows. And when he was finished, he said the same thing he said last time.

“You look so beautiful..."

“Why... why do you keep saying that?" Seirah asked, a blush forming on her cheeks, “I'm a dragon... shouldn't you fear me?" she then cocked her head, “Mortals fear dragons and wish to slay them. Yet here you are with me..."

“I may fear dragons, but I don't hate dragons," Nick retorted, “In fact... I think they're magnificent. I think you are magnificent."

“When you say that... it makes me feel so... so..." she wiggled a bit in an uncomfortable manner, “Embarrassed..."

What an odd thing to say. What did she have to be embarrassed about? She was an amazing woman, one who had myths and rumors spread not only about her abilities to help people, but also of her bewitching beauty. Yet here she was being a shy, sensitive dragon girl. Heh... Nick couldn't help but to smile; now it was his turn to tease her! Naturally, she tensed up upon realizing this.

“H-hey! What's so funny!?" she snapped, some steam flowing from her nose again.

“Nothing... nothing..." he answered as his head moved in closer, “You're just so... amazing, Seirah... mmmmmmff..."

The kiss he brought her into took Seirah off guard, but she quickly melted into it. Before when she kissed him, it was as the aggressor, but now they kissed as equals. She was still the better kisser mind you, but she did so with movements that weren't as speedy or extreme. No tongue coiling, no spit slurping, just slow stroking, of which they both did.

And as they kissed, Nick laid his hand along Seirah's face, holding her close. Boy, if his other hand wasn't in that sling, he'd gladly hug her close to him completely! But right now all he had to work with was that one arm, which he eventually moved down her body. He stroked it along her sides, stopping only when he brought it towards her hips. Then his hand wrapped around her waist as best she could, where he pulled her right into his lap.

“Haaa..."

When he did, their kiss ended, and the two took the time to look at one another. Nick was far more courageous now than he was at the beginning, having gotten a more comfortable handle of things. On the other end, Seirah gazed at him in such an alluring manner, her green eyes so bright.

“Your cock... it's still so hard..." she whispered as it poked through her thighs yet again.

“Yeah... yeah it is..." he replied, his hand coming over to sit on her chest, “Haaaa... wow..."

His hand flattened upon her chest, before clenching and squeezing on one of her breasts. Seirah groaned from the feeling, his fingers pressing into her plump flesh, and his palm rubbing her hard nipple. Tossing some hair from her face, the dragoness' lips were in a quivering 'o' moans leaving her as the lust-drunk Nick moved in.

First he licked her opposing tit, tasting her flesh. Naturally, it was so damn hot. Didn't stop him from licking her more and more, before traveling over towards her hard nipple. Licking it as well, he flicked his tongue along that hardened nub, drawing another moan from Seirah's lips. But that wasn't good enough. He pulled back, took aim, opened his mouth, and--

“Nmmph..."

“Hmmmmph! Haaaah! Nick..."

She tasted him, and now he was tasting her. And though he could draw no milk from her nipple, her breasts still tasted heavenly. Sucking and licking on her, his teeth even gracing her sensitive nub, drawing sensual moans from her thin lips. Nick moaned around her breasts as well, while his eyes closed shut.

All he focused on was Seirah; the sound of her voice, the feeling of her body against his, the tastes of her breasts, and even the smell of her hot body. There was nothing in or on her that pushed him away. Even those wings, horns, and tail were features that drew him in further to the alluring beauty that she was.

Seirah was aroused too, wasn't she? Her moaning voice told him that much, but also, he felt something oozing on his lap. It was wet, sticky, and so damn hot! Popping her tit from his mouth, he looked down to where she sat, realizing that the warm substance he felt were the aroused juices that flowed from her cunt. She was getting stimulated, which further reminded him how much of a two-person act this was.

All this time Seirah had been focusing on him, and it wasn't until now that he got to turn the tables on her. Groping her breasts, sucking on them, kissing on her body. He began to lavish her with more and more attention, truly falling into the sordid dance that sex was. Even the way he gripped and kneaded her body grew more courageous, with such sharper, harder squeezes that coaxed even louder moans from her mouth.

“Haaaaaaahhhh... yeeeeessssss...!" Seirah cried, her voice slurring a bit.

Further emboldened by the heat of her body and moaning voice, Nick began to push up against the dragoness. She didn't fight him off, allowing him to move her over until she found herself laying on her back. Seirah looked up first towards the night sky overhead, then dragged her green gaze down towards the top of Nick's head. That brown hair shook as he moved down, his pursed lips meeting the top of her chest.

He began kissing up along her warm form, traveling slowly down with a trail of kisses. He kissed between her breasts, kissed at the bottom of her ribs, kissed along her belly, stopping at her navel. Not only did he kiss her there, but he licked her as well, before continuing on his travel down her body. Kissing, kissing, kissing, when a hot, erotic smell filled into his nose.

Nick looked down towards Seirah's crotch, her legs closed to cover her womanhood. He was at first confused, before looking up to see a prominent blush on her face. It was rather cute how she could go from sensual to shy in no time flat, but he didn't say anything. Instead Nick placed his hand on her thigh, gently pushing it open to get a view of her womanhood. Seirah didn't fight him.

There it was, resting her completely shaven womanhood, with her pink pussy gazing back at him. Her clit was so hard as well, throbbing beneath his tight gaze. Nick licked his lips at the sight of her, before placing his index finger upon those folds. Seirah shivered from the touch, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as a groan left her. But once again, she didn't do anything. She let him explore.

So explore Nick did, his finger stroking up and down her cunt. Her juices were indeed hot, much like her mouth and spit was before. But it wasn't so hot that it pushed him away, especially as the archer continued stroking his fingers along her folds. Slide up, stroke down, and then the index and middle finger of his hand formed a 'v'. Placing them upon the sides of her labia, Nick began to stretch and pull Seirah apart.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh...! Hahhh ahhaaaa!"

She moans backed up her twitching legs, a rush of pleasure and tension roaring through her pussy as Nick opened her up. There was nothing to defend her from his curious eyes, gazing deeeeep into her wet cunt. The bridges of juices that flowed down that tight tunny, the bright pinkness that got darker the deeper inside it went, that still so hard clit that seemed even more prominent than before, and of course, the smell that radiated from it.

Mmmm... so good. Wait... would she mind if he... well... she did it first, right? It was only right to pay back the favor. Brazenly, Nick moved his head in, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and...

“Mmmmmmffff..."

“AAAAAHHHHHHAHHAAAA!"

Throwing her head back, Seirah let out a plume of fire from her mouth when Nick's mouth met her pussy. He first kissed her clit, before wrapping his lips around it to suckle on her body like he did her nipples moments ago. The suction force he applied was weak at first, but grew in power the more courageous he became. And considering how sensitive she was down there, was there any surprise that Seirah's legs were bucking and twitching?

She could barely contain herself as her lover licked and lapped at her pussy. Sucking on that clit, grazing it with her teeth, before moving down. Keeping her pussy opened with his fingers, he pushed his tongue inside of her, making Seirah's green eyes bounce about like mad. She could barely keep her voice in, let alone keep control over her body. Hell, even her wings were spazzing about on the ground.

Nick didn't care. Tasting from her body was unique sensation all its own. She tasted... good. He thought this area of her body would be dirty, but it wasn't. Licking her pussy, pushing in deeper, stroking his tongue upon that incredibly hot insides; oh yes, he wanted more. So he pushed in as deep and as far as his tongue could reach, with Seirah's tight cunt clamping down over every inch of that pink muscle. Feeling it squirm about within her pussy, how wet and slimy it was, while also being so cool within her particularly hot body; it all drove Seirah wild. She was panting and mewling, moaning and groaning, all while heat rushed through her pussy. Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, hotter and hotter and hotter!

“Haaaaaah! Niiiiicckkk! Aaaaaahhh!"

Spurned by her voice and body, he moved into her, pushing up her legs and pressing his mouth over every inch of her cunt. His wet and warm mouth oozed spit all over her womanhood, while his tongue continued to squirm and wiggle within her cunt. Scratching and rubbing those pink walls, building her pleasure higher and higher and higher. Seirah's mouth remained in that 'o' wobbling and quivering until a hard shove of his tongue rubbed against a spot she really, really liked.

“Gah!?"

Had he found it? His tongue rubbed against it again.

“Oooh!?"

Yes, most certainly he found it; that was the spot!

“Gggggggghhkkkggh!?"

Her g-spot! Her g-spot! He found her g-spot! And he licked it again. No, this time, he shoved his tongue up against that bundle of nerves.

“GHRRRGHHGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Thrusting her body upwards, Seirah spat out against the air as she came hard. A sudden gush of feminine cum filled Nick's mouth, making his eyes bulge as he felt him so come close to drowning. He quickly pulled back, that hot liquid staining his lips and tongue, burning in a way that should hurt... but it didn't. Instead, it sat on his tongue, the taste exquisite, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. All the while, Seirah kept her legs pushed up, cumming all over the ground in front of them as that orgasm rocked her. It shuddered throughout her every inch; from her horns to her toes, before finally beginning to subside. And when it did, she fell back on her back, panting as those green eyes of hers stared up towards the skies overhead.

Just... wow...

“Haaaa... haaaaa... haaaa... nnnrrrghh... haaaaa... Niiichoooolaaaasss..."

“Seirah..." he whispered back, his head traveling up to stare her in the eyes.

They both said nothing, though they did take a few moments to just look at one another. Nick focused on Seirah, gazing upon that wobbling face of hers as she panted to catch her breath. Had his brief oral really done this to her? In turn, she gazed deep into those brown eyes of hers, her heart picking up in place.

This... this wasn't over yet.

“That was... you cumming, wasn't it?" Nick asked in a rather childish way. Fortunately for him, Seirah was far too gone to give a shit.

“Yes... yes that was..." she answered, a bashful blush adorning her face as she swallowed her spit, “But you... are you still... hard?"

“Y... yes..." he answered.

Together they looked down, peering upon his rock-hard cock. How big and thick it was again, begging, yearning to push deep inside of her. It was impressive how hard he was even after two climaxes already. Ah, the blessing of a young, adventurous body. Seirah swallowed her spit again at the sight of it, before dragging her green eyes back to Nick's face.

“Push it in me..." she whispered, “I'll take your virginity."

Damn, did he wait so long to hear words like that. But now that he had it – now that he was just about ready to jump over that edge – Nick hesitated. He looked around too, wondering to himself if this was really what he wanted. Well, yeah, but... dammit! There was just something on his mind, something he needed to get off his chest!

“I want to do it!" he shouted, “But... I want to... I want to make love to the real you..."

“Wh... what...?" she muttered back, confused by his wording.

“Seirah... this isn't your real form, is it?" he asked, his head cocked to one side, “You're a dragon, right? So this..." he placed his hand on her beautiful face, stroking it, “This isn't your real body, is it?"

Closing her mouth, Seirah didn't answer him right away. Instead she peered into his eyes, trying to read his emotions and figure out what he was saying and what he was asking of her. She could tell he wouldn't take anything but the honest truth, so she nodded.

“Yes... this isn't my real form," she answered, her volume nothing more than a whisper.

“Then can I see it?" he asked, a gentle and genuine smile appearing on his lips, “Your real form, Seirah. May I see it?"

She blushed and looked away, wondering if he'd like it. Her humanoid form was far more preferable, wouldn't you agree? The long red hair, the gorgeous green eyes, the curvaceous, hourglass figure; who wouldn't like this? This was the form she's used for so long now, the one she's guided many a hopeless wanderer to safety in. Her real form was far less approachable. Her real form was something mortals feared, something they ran from, something they hunted.

And Nick wanted to see it.

“Are you sure...?" she whispered whilst looking back at him, her green eyes quivering.

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life..." he answered, causing a smile to form on her lips.

She could tell that to be the truth, so she nodded. If he wanted it, then so be it; there was no more hiding it. So using her tail, Seirah gently pushed Nick away, causing him to sit on his butt and lean back against that rocky pillar behind him. In the meantime, Seirah stood up, her wings flapping as she started hovering in the air before him.

An amber light appeared upon Seirah's body, expanding to the point that it overtook her entire form. Nick needed to raise his hand and cover his eyes, less the light actually blind him. But after a few moments, it began to evaporate, allowing him to gaze forward and see what Seirah had become.

Gone was her human body, that immaculate flesh, and everything else that. What replaced it was something so... so... amazing. From head to toe she was adorned in scales, ones that were smooth to the look, let alone the touch. She was crimson in color, though her midsection was a more pale red. Her figure seemed even more pronounced than it did before... why is that? Oh, it's because she was even taller now than she was before. Her movements were also more fluid, like she had the spine of a serpent as oppose to a human.

Her draconian features were even more pronounced now than they were before. Her tail was longer, her horns thicker, and her wings were bigger and stronger as well. Her pointed nose was gone, having been replaced by an elongated snout, as one would expect of a reptilian.

Those slender fingers she once had were replaced with thicker digits, ones that had long, black claws extending from them. Her feet too were no longer like that of a human's, being flatter, longer, and also with black claws extending from her toes.

But that's not to say all of Seirah had completely vanished. For from her head, that long flowing hair remained, her lips were still thin and inviting, and her eyes...

Those eyes...

Those sharp, green eyes? They were exactly the same. So strong, so alluring, drawing him in while they penetrated into the very depths of his soul. The human that was Seirah may have left, but what replaced it was much, much better.

“Is this... to your liking...?" Seirah asked, her fingers prodding one another as she awaited his approval.

“Yes... this is... this is... wow..." Nick replied at a lost of words.

Seirah smiled, her body moving in closer and closer. Her snout met his nose soon after, her alluring green eye and her warm smile continuing to pull him in. He reached his arm up and over, where he gently wrapped it around her waist to pull her in. Seirah allowed him to do so, where her hands rested upon his chest.

“You're beautiful, Seirah."

“Haaaa... thank you... mmmmfff..."

They say you never forget the first time you kiss a lizard. Strange saying, yes... but it's not like Nick could disagree. Those thin lips of hers were now laced with scales, and feeling it rub against his flesh was just so strange. Strange in a good way, mind you. Comparing it mentally to kissing Seirah as a human... ah, there was no comparison.

This was way better.

Their tongues danced in their mouths, a heated display of love and lust that built to such great levels. Nick's arm squeezed even harder around Seirah's waist, holding her tight into his lap. He could feel it too, that heat which resonated from her cunt. It was hotter now than it was before, begging for him to push his length inside of her.

That last vestige of his virginity. It was time to take it.

“Mmmm... fuaaahh... haaaah... are you ready, Nicholas...?"

“Yes... haaa... yes I'm ready..."

Seirah smirked when he said that, her erotic green eyes gazing into his face. Reaching down, her hand grabbed his cock, those smooth scales rubbing along his sensitive flesh. Her groaned from the feeling, fearing he may cum from the touch of her hand alone. But instead Seirah aimed his length with her pussy. Watching her as she guided his cock towards her, Nick placed his hand upon her hip and braced for impact. And when the head of his cock touched those hot folds...

“Nhhaaaaaaaaaaa...!"

It was like an explosion.

So tight, so warm, so hot, so inviting, pulling and pulling his cock inside of her. Nick leaned back and groaned as he penetrated her, his cock sliding into her tight body with nary a hint of resistance. Seirah had expert control over herself, allowing her to take in his cock with very little strain.

And what a cock it was. How it pushed into her core, feeling it rub against her velvety walls. Even with it inside of her, Seirah could feel the veins that stood on it. How powerful it was, how magnificent. With one hand on his shoulder to hold him and herself in place, Seirah pushed all the way down until there was nowhere left for her to go. She sat fully in his lap, and was fully impaled on his cock.

“Congratulations... you're a man now," Seirah cooed, her tone teasing but so erotic.

Not like Nick cared... not at the moment.

So this is what it's like, huh? This is what its like inside of a woman. The tightness, the heat, the wetness... all of it combined to make something so amazing. Seirah's pussy was just as hot as her mouth was before... no, it was even hotter. But also like before, that heat didn't hurt, nor did it make him feel uncomfortable.

Shit... at this rate, could he ever find pleasure with any other female? Not likely...

It was also incredibly hard not to blow his seed inside of her right at the moment. This was far different from her thighs and her mouth; it was like her pussy was trying to draw the cum straight from his balls! But Nick held himself back, instead running his hand along her scaled body to explore it. Rubbing her belly, coming up to those hefty breasts, cupping them from the bottom, before squeezing them hard. Palming her breasts, rubbing his palm against her nipple, and soon after that, shifting his legs. They bent up to lift Seirah up, with her matching his movements with her own. Her legs cupped under his legs, locking them in place as she road him cowgirl style.

“Are you ready for me to start moving now?"

“Yes..."

Seirah's grip tightened on his shoulder then, not enough to draw pain, but enough to keep him in place. Nick matched her by gripping hard on her hip, preparing himself for what she was about to do. Seirah then raised her hips and...

Pat...

It was a shallow movement, but damn did it send so much pleasure through Nick. Feeling his cock run along her pussy, it drew a moan from his lips. But Seirah wasn't done.

Pat...

The thrust down was weighty, sending a wobble that traveled through her body. Her breasts even bounced, her nostrils flaring as she let a soft pant from her lips. But Seirah wasn't slowing down, not now.

Pat...

How does one go about describing a moment like this? This euphoric, sensual instant where their bodies meet. There's this strange moment in particular, one that's hard to put his lips on. This moment where Seirah draws up, and the head of his cock lays inside of her hot, wet pussy, while the bottom of his cock is cradled by the cold air of the mountaintop. These strange, conflicting natures then send a pulse of pleasure straight through his body. When he feels this... how had he not cum yet?

Pat...

But that's not to say Seirah herself wasn't being pleased. She may have been doing all the moving, but the areas his cock touched felt so nice. His length was so nice and warm inside of her, throbbing and twitching, leaking his precum as well. Seirah's tongue slithered from her lips as she experienced this, her nostrils flaring as well.

Pat... PAT!

“Oh!?"

That... wasn't Seirah's doing.

Green eyes wide, she looked down at Nick, realizing he had thrust his cock up to meet her push down. No longer was he poised to just sit back and relax; he was going to please her as much as she pleased him. So...

Pat... PAT!

“Aaaaaah...!"

The pace started to quicken, with Seirah pushing down on Nick's dick as he met her with thrusts of his own. Her ass began to clap against his waist, the impacts of their bodies getting louder and louder as well. But of the two, it was clear Nick could go on for but so long. His spirit was willing, but his body was still coiled up, and let's face it, he is still but a human bedding a dragon. Even at his best, he had but so much stamina to give, while Seirah probably had boundless energy.

But Nick wouldn't give up. He kept thrusting into her, harder and harder... ironically, with the same kind of fervor one would suspect of a virgin. It was cute in a way, how he thought thrusting was synonymous with pleasure; he had a lot to learn. But his years of adventuring taught him to be quick on his feet, and especially quick in his thoughts. Capable of ascertaining a situation, figuring it out, and then maximizing upon it. And that's exactly what Nick was doing.

Maximizing!

“Haaah!

PAT!

“GAAH!?"

He did it again; he struck her g-spot. Did he remember it from his oral before? Maybe, but did it really matter? His cock suddenly rocketed upwards, the head of it punching that bundle of nerves like it was no one's business. It sent a bolt straight through Seirah's body, her head pointing up as molten-hot spit shot from her jaw.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

Each strike was like a piston, slamming into Seirah's body with wild, reckless abandon. Some strikes merely pushed deep, but a majority of them abused her erogenous spot, sending bolts through her body that made it even hard to fucking think. Her body was constantly launched up, her breasts bouncing, her hair flying, while spit flew from her lips. Her grip on his shoulder even tightened, squeezing down with enough pressure, she could have probably dislocated his shoulder again. But in the throes of passion, fucking like heated animals out here on this mountaintop, it was clear neither of them gave a shit.

Bodies melding, voices moaning and groaning, higher and higher, louder and louder. Absolute euphoria.

Absolute...

Nick couldn't keep it going anymore, but he was determined to see it through, determined to make Seirah see stars, determined to make Seirah cum. So he pushed in harder and harder and harder, abused that spot more and more and more, all as exhaustion racked his form. His vision was blinking in and out, pulsating, throbbing, but he didn't care. He could feel their bodies become one, and his limit finally approach.

And in that moment, there was nothing but heaven. Nick saw stars... and Seirah saw them too.

The thick, potent warmth of a lover's seed... it filled Seirah from the base to the tip. The same level of strength, the same amount of spunk, all of it coated the dragoness' cunt. Every inch of her pink pussy was plastered white with his virile seed, all as she sat and leaned flush against his body.

Seirah herself shuddered, flames bubbling from the back of her throat as she too marked him. Thick, hot, clear juices plastered from her cunt, streaked down his length, and left his legs and thighs glistening with her fluids. The amount of ecstasy that filled her after was amazing, and left her mind in a state of pure bliss.

Aaaah... that moment... fuck... it couldn't last long enough, could it?

Seirah continued leaning silently against Nick, holding him, cradling him... before she smiled and chuckled. Wiggling her hips, she could feel his cock shoot a last few spurts of spunk into her cunt, before finally start as a whole. Nick's head laid in her breasts as she did so, and neither side said or moved. They just enjoyed it.

Haaaa... but they couldn't enjoy it forever, could they? Eventually, Seirah moved back and...

“Zzzzzzz..."

“Oh... kukukukuku..."

Well... no one said sex wasn't tiring. But that's okay; she'd let Nick have this. He needed it, after all. Losing his virginity to a dragon, that's not something everyone can say, is it? And for his first time – especially with his injured body – it was one hell of a performance. Truly, he was going to make some woman very, very happy one day.

One day...

“Just let me have this... for a little while longer..." Seirah whispered to no one in particular as she held Nick's slumbering body close, “Just... a little... while... longer..."

The moon was so strong tonight.

…

Niiiiiichooooolaaaaaaaaaaassss... Niiiiiichooooooolaaaaaaaaasss... Niiiiiiichooooooolaaaaaaass...

AWAKEN!!!

“Huh, what?"

Maaaaaaaaaack! Mack! Mack! Mack!

Tweetweetweeetweetweet!

The high-pitched clicking of bugs, the chirping of birds, the head-splitting headache. Yup, he had just woken up outside. But typically, there was also the smell of a burnt out fire accompanying it, not the musky body odor of sex.

“Nnnnghh... what...?"

Pulling up, Nick rubbed his head with his hand, still feeling that pain. He was still outside, still on the mountaintop, only now the morning sun was hanging above. No, wait, not the morning sun; the noon sun. Huh... guess he slept for a few more hours than he typically did. Hmm...

It also took him a few moments to remember just what the hell happened last night. For a moment, all he saw was a thick, opaque blackness. But as time went on, more and more memories came to him. The bear, the ravine, waking up in that house, meeting Seirah, making love to her.

“WHAT!? Nnnggghh...!?"

Yup, yup, he remembered everything now. It left him feeling a bit wobbly as he pulled himself up, also realizing that his body was now wrapped in red blankets. No, wait... not blankets; this was the same red robe he saw Seirah wear when he first exited her home. Did she cover him up in them? Why would she do that; shouldn't she have just brought him back to the bed he woke up in? And... wait... wait... wait...

“Seirah? Seirah! Where are you?" he called whilst standing up.

He was still bandaged up, still wearing the robe she put him in when he first woke up, but the dragoness was nowhere to be found. Instead, when he glanced around his immediate area, he saw,

“My clothes? And... wait... is that my bow and quiver?" he approached them, whilst also noticing something very peculiar about his bow, “But my bow was broken... did she fix it?"

Picking it up, he checked it closely, realizing that, yup, it was as good as new. If you told him he broke it just the other day because he fell over a ravine, he wouldn't have believed it. So Seirah fixed his bow? That's nice of her but... where is she?

“I guess I should put my clothes on first..." he muttered to himself.

It took him a bit of time to do that due to having one of his arms in a sling, but Nick managed easily enough. And once he was fully dressed, he stared out towards Seirah's home in the distance, where he noticed something odd about it.

It looked horrible. The wood of it was blasted and old, windows were shattered, and an entire tree had fallen into it, caving in its ceiling. When the hell did that happen!? Just yesterday, it was completely normal, but now it looked like a storm had ravaged it!

A storm... and age.

Understandably worried, Nick quickly made way for the building, entering through the doorway he exited out of before... only now, there was no door. When he stepped inside, one thing was apparent right away; this building was incredibly old. The furniture and wood within was gray and decrepit, and there were cobwebs and dust everywhere. It looked like a few decades had passed inside of this building! But that's impossible; everything was okay just the previous night!

“Seirah! Seirah!" he called, now alerted as he searched through the abandoned building for her, “Where are you!?"

Not even her lamp was there; it was as if Seirah had fell right off the face of the earth! That is until he made his way back outside again where, in the distance, he noticed an amber light. His brown eyes grew wide, excitement fueling him as he ran towards it. Yes, that light! There she was! It was--

“Seirah! There you are!"

She was in the distance, standing between a few trees, her amber lantern in her hands. Her back was to him, her body covered in a red cloak and hood that covered her from head to toe. But there was no hiding it; he knew the woman beneath that cloak. Seeing her made him so happy, but the more he approached her, the further away she appeared to get.

“Seirah! Seirah! Wh-what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" he called as he desperately attempted to approach her, “Did something happen? What's wrong with your house? Seirah? Seirah!"

But she continued to not answer him, and she continued to draw further and further away. But Nick didn't stop chasing her, instead moving faster and faster in his attempt to catch up with the dragoness. Moving between trees, through bushes, over rivers; it mattered not. He just kept chasing after her and calling out, but she kept moving and remained silent.

Nick was determined, but confused. Why wasn't she answering him? Had he done something to offend? And what of her home? Just what was going on!?

“Seirah!"

They were moving through a particularly thick part of the forest, where the treetop canopies grew so dense, the sun was bloated out. It cast the area in shadows, though Seirah's amber lantern could still be seen. It guided him all the way towards the end of the forest, where the bright light of the sun suddenly returned, overtaking the amber light Nick followed. Pushing on, he stepped through the thick trees and bushes, coming out on the opposite end.

Where he saw a road.

Nick gawked at the road, confused how he could have gotten here so fast. He was just at the mountaintop, but now he was close to civilization? In fact, looking down the hill he stood on, he could see a few houses and homes; a mountainside village of some sorts.

He also realized that Seirah was nowhere to be seen... and that's when he realized what had happened.

She guided him safely out of the Glaive Mountains. Seirah was gone.

Leaning back against a tree behind him, Nick parsed together everything that happened. Did he ever meet Seirah? No, that's impossible; he had to have. How else did he get bandaged up and saved from the ravine? No, it would be more accurate to ask...

Was Seirah ever alive?

Nick pondered that, and a frown appeared on his lips. Everything in his life had led up to this point, led up to the moment he met Seirah and bedded her. But now... now he was even more confused than ever before. The Glaive Mountains are a mysterious place, and the woman of the amber lantern is even more so. What parts of yesterday were real and what were fake? Was Seirah even her name?

When they made love... did she always know this was going to happen?

Nick felt lost as he stood on the side of this dusty road, his head turning to face the forest once again. He could return and try to find her, but that would only end in failure, wouldn't it? Is it even possible to chase ghosts? They're formless, boundless, and no matter how close you think you've gotten, they're always just out of range.

Seirah... the evidence was blatantly obvious, yet he somehow found a way to miss it all. Even if he returned to that same aged house on the mountaintop, they'd never be together. She was gone, out of his life... heh... literally in this case.

Civilization was just a few miles away; he could walk this distance in under thirty minutes. And since all of his things had been returned, he had more than enough coin to buy himself a room at a local inn. While it pained him that he wouldn't be able to speak or even see Seirah again, this moment didn't feel like the end all be all, but more like a closure.

Yes, this chapter of his life had closed; it was time to move on to the next one. Yet he wouldn't be moving on as a childish boy, but as a matured man. Besides... maybe he was a bit too hasty in saying he'd never see Seirah again. After all, there is still always the chance that he'd get lost in the Glaive Mountains again.

Maybe one day.

But for now Nick looked forward, his hand tugging on his sturdy bow as it laid along his body. No longer would he live bound to the past, or bound by silly notions of what it means to be a man, to be an adventurer.

It was time for Nick to live his life.