Saphira and Eragon
Okay, my first true story deviation. This one is Saphira and Eragon. It is as true to story as possible. Find a copy of Eldest, turn to page 451, chapter 5. Simply superimpose this story into the storyline between the parts provided, and it should blend seamlessly with the original story. In this way, you could almost imagine that the story is yiffy.
I've tried to make this story as true-to-Eragon as possible. As such, it contains terms you lot might not be familiar with. Glaedr is that big red dragon. Ellesméra is the elven forest city. And the Dagshelgr is that song spell thing that makes Saphira go all horny.
Saphira Eragon and all associated characters and places are property of Christopher Paolini, and I make no allusions to having created anything in this story, except for the Saphira/Eragon relationship. That part is purely my own imagining. I must stress this. Christopher Paolini never intended for the relationship between Saphira and Eragon to be sexual. This story is just the ramblings of my own sick mind. So that's covered the legal aspects and almost the moral ones. Read and enjoy.
Eragon and Saphira (unimaginative I know, but oh well)
With a dry rustle, Saphira twisted in place and laid her head on the bones besides him. I have treated you poorly ever since we came to Ellesméra. I ignore your advice when I should have listened. You warned me about Glaedr, but I was too proud to see the truth in your words. . . .I have failed to be a good companion to you, betrayed what it means to be a dragon, and tarnished the honor of the Riders.
No, never that, he said vehemently. Saphira, you haven't failed your duty. You may have made a mistake, but it was an honest one, and one that anyone might have committed in your position.
That does not excuse my behaviour to you.
He tried to meet her eye, but she avoided his gaze until he touched her upon the neck and said, Saphira, family members forgive one another, even if they don't always understand why someone acts in a certain way. . . . You are as much my family as Roran-more. He was about to say more, when she cut him off.
More? She asked, as if surprised, arching into his hand, which was still resting upon her neck, entreating him for attention.
Saphira, you mean more to me than anyone else in my life. He replied, acceding to her wishes and rubbing her neck scales gently.
More even than you wish Arya to be? She asked with a derisive snort, a plume of purple flame escaping a nostril.
He seemed to pause a second, as if weighing his thoughts, and was about to answer when Saphira cut across him.
I am sorry. . . .I should not ask such things. She said, sighing softly to herself.
You have every right to know how I feel about you. He replied understandingly, rubbing at her neck-scales a little more firmly, trying to meet her gaze, but she was once again avoiding his eyes.
Her only answer was another snort, as if she doubted the veracity of his claims.
Do you still wish for my answer? He asked, not without some playfulness.
Of course. She replied twisting her neck so that she could face him. I grow impatient. She said expectantly.
Yes.
I waited for this? She asked with a snort of derision, and then glared down at him, I waited for a bald-faced lie!??
It is the truth. He stated, staring up at her imposing form, her fangs bared, talons digging convulsively into the ground.
When you think of Arya, your blood boils, as if you were under the affects of Dagshelgr, do you mean to tell me that you feel the same when you think of me? She asked thunderously, gnashing her teeth, a smothered burst of flame escaping her mouth.
Eragon turned away and refused to meet her gaze.
Why do you not tell me? She asked curiously. You offered your information freely, shall you deny me what you offered?
He turned back towards her, and stared up at her sparkling form, blue scales shimmering in the half-light. Yes. he said, once more averting his gaze.
She cocked her head at him, blinking with surprise. Your. . . .your blood boils when you think of me? She asked, lowering her head and half-closing her eyes, a pinkish blush appearing on the scales of her cheeks, looking both flattered and embarrassed.
Saphira. . . .I should not feel for you the way I do. Even though I am a rider and you my dragon. My feelings for you are not natural. He said resignedly. He had hoped never to have this conversation.
She snorted again, another plume of flame escaping her body. Not natural by whose reckoning? In all our travels, I have yet to find one solid reason why a dragon and a rider can not have a closer relationship.
You sound like you have given this much thought. He replied, shifting his gaze to stare at her. And then it was her turn to not meet his gaze.
I have. . . .Had feelings for you for a long time now. . . .I have learned to ignore them. But they are always there. She said, not looking at him.
So you feel it too? He said, almost to himself.
But why have you not told me about this? She asked, lifting her head to stare at him questioningly.
He stared at her a second, and then looked away. It is not right for me to have these feelings. . . .and you would not reciprocate them.
How do you know? She asked, taking a step towards him, her breathing coming a little faster now.
If I were to. . . .proposition you, you would deny me. He said sadly.
She took another step forwards, her wings half furled and her eyes sparkling, she lowered her head, so that she was bare inches from him, and said a single, sharp command. Look at me.
He complied without thought, so used to giving the dragon her hearts content.
Instantly, her muzzle was pressed against his mouth, her tongue seeking his like a flicker of flame, slipping past his lips and exploring, pressing against his comparatively small one, her hot breath mingling with his.
Does your blood boil? She asked huskily, breaking the kiss and staring at him with glazed eyes.
Eragon, who could feel his heart beating in his throat, responded with a simple, curt, yes.
Saphira took his answer as consent to continue, and pressed her muzzle back against his mouth, kissing him with gentle, firm passion, her paw reaching out to take his shoulders and push him to the side onto his back, careful to be gentle lest she hurt him with her ovations.
She staddled him, her front legs on either side of his shoulders, his feet resting under her belly as she started to lick at his neck lustfully, tail twitching as if she was going to pounce, panting between her open jaws.
Saphira. Stop. He commanded.
She stopped immediately, drawing away from him with a hurt look on her face.
You do not wish for this? She asked sadly.
If you were to continue with your advances then you would only hurt me. He replied reasonably.
So. . . .this. . . .can never be? Saphira asked petulantly.
You mistake my meaning. He said, slowly rising to his feet and walking over to her, rubbing one of her wings affectionately. Saphira, if you were to continue, you would only hurt me. But. . . .if I were to continue, then I am sure that something could happen.
Saphira grinned happily, her teeth gleaming and her eyes dancing, before she rolled onto her back, spreading her wings slightly and curling her tail in anticipation, all four of her legs pointed towards the ceiling, the strong limbs poking their talons into the air.
Eragon stepped over to her, leaning against her flank and rubbing at her wing delicately, watching her as she stared at him expectantly, muzzle slightly parted, her fast, heavy breathing making her whole form shudder as she shook with anticipation.
He smiled slyly and slid a hand across the expanse of her belly, loving the way her muscles convulsed under the light touch.
I grow impatient. She said, and shivered slightly, reaching up with her muzzle to kiss him again, her tail curling around his leg. If you take too much longer, I will have to continue myself. She warned, kissing him with eager, fiery enthusiasm.
Eragon smiled and stroked across her belly again, taunting her with his caresses. He glanced past her belly, and between her raised and spread legs, to where her entrance lay, swollen and wet, pulsing to a throbbing rhythm, the pink-tinged scales parted to reveal the soft pink flesh within.
He moved over to her head, and sat down besides her, lifting her muzzle so he could kiss her while rubbing the point where her chin met her jaw.
Saphira started to purr softly, a deep vibrating sound that surprised him. He stared at her questioningly, and she purred louder, eyes lidded with contention, pulling him atop her body, sitting him on her belly and staring up at him.
I make this sound because I am content. She said, staring up at him while he stared down at her, an interesting change of viewpoint for them both.Now. I wish to make this sound a lot more. Can you help in this regard?
He didn't reply, but he slid off her belly and shrugged out of his clothes, climbing back atop her, pressing his naked body against her scales before sliding a hand down her belly until it reached her clit, which he caresses gently with his fingertips.
Saphira arched her back and purred louder, eyes wide and staring at him as she almost bucked him off.
Eragon smiled and slid his hand down lower, brushing it across her heated lips, slicking his fingers with her lubricating juices, and then bringing them up to his face, sampling her delicious smell.
Saphira leaned up towards him, licking his fingers clean for him with her long dragon tongue, before kissing him, the odd, enticing taste of her liquids strong in her mouth, communicated to his own by her tongue.
With a smile to her, he slid down her body, his erection sliding across her scales, before finding the deliciously soft flesh between her legs. He took his cock into his hand, slowly rubbing it across her lips, teasing her.
She purred a little louder and watched him over the mound of her stomach, tail twitching with every caress of his member against her sensitive flesh. Please. Do it. Do it now. She almost begged, staring at him in entreaty.
He gave her a warm smile and started to slowly press his length into her body.
Saphira arched again, pressing her body firmly against his, sealing his member within her body and forcing him to take her virginity with a single thrust.
She roared with pain. Arching her wings and writhing, her movements causing Eragon's hard length to slide within her body repeatedly, filling her with a pleasure that contrasted heavily with the fleeting pain of losing her virginity.
Eragon held on grimly during her thrashing, which lasted only a few seconds, but felt much longer, his back twinging with every movement, until she stilled, staring at him, her chest heaving as if she had been flying for hours.
Keep going. She said, stretching luxuriously and enjoying the sensation of his hard cock within her.
He smiled at her, and gently slid his length from her body, an action that was greeted with a growl of displeasure, before he slid further down her body and sat upon her tail, her depths spread out open before him.
Eragon leaned in and gently ran his tongue across her swollen flesh, enticing a low moan from the dragon that was laid bare before him.
With gentle caresses, he pressed his fingertips into her, holding her open so that he could press his tongue deeper into her body, tonguing her flesh eagerly and making her squirm beneath him.
Saphira growled and rolled to her feet, lifting her tail and curling it to the side, lifting her rear to expose her slick entrance to him even more.
He kept with her the whole way, his tongue and fingers taunting her body, pressing deeper into her depths and letting her liquids spill into his mouth, eagerly lapping up her fluids.
Eragon stood back up, and wrapped his arms around her hips, pressing the head of his length against her flesh, slowly parting her wet and wanting lips and probing her depths.
Saphira growled softly with delight and pushed back against him, closing her eyes to better enjoy the sensation, almost knocking him over.
He pushed back against her firmly, arching his own back and thrusting hard, repeatedly into her soft depths, rubbing her back affectionately as she purred happily.
Saphira once again rolled over, taking him with her this time, almost rolling atop him, but she curled her tail about his waist and positioned him at her entrance again, liquids slowly welling up from within her body as she stared at him expectantly, eyes dancing with delight.
She arched, almost coming off the ground as he parted her slick flesh with his throbbing erection, filling her depths once again as he started to rub her belly amorously with his hands.
Eragon worked her tight depths with quick, hard pumps, feeling her flesh tight around him, convulsing slightly with every thrust, her lubricants welling up from inside her body and slicking their bodies.
Saphira started to hiss with every thrust, muzzle hanging open and her head tilted back, staring at the cave wall, bones rustling under her form as she writhed in pleasure.
He thrust as hard as he could into her body, breathing hard, filling her depths with his hard cock and pumping furiously into her willing body, feeling and seeing her depths tightening and convulsing around him.
With a mighty roar, Saphira let her orgasm overcome her, her back arching as Eragon hilted within her, his cock pulsing as his thick, milky jets of seed gushed into her body, coating her sensitive depths with his sticky whiteness, flooding her womb with repeated spurts of hot, creamy cum. After almost a minute of intensive pleasure, Saphira collapsed onto her back, Eragon resting on her belly, her depths still milking him for his final few drops, grasping at the hard cock within her body.
Eragon collapsed atop her stomach, spent, kissing her belly scales contentedly.
Saphira let out a long hiss of expelled air, her breathing raising and lowering her rider as they both rested in the soft afterglow.
Eventually, Eragon began to feel that he should get moving, as Oromis would be starting to wonder where they were.
How fitting that this should happen in such a place. . . . Eragon said, a sad wistfulness in his voice.
How so? She asked, leaning down to lick his neck affectionately.
Saphira. . . .what just happened. . . .what we just did, can never be known. Although it may happen again. . . .we can never truly be together. . . .I fear that you are the last female dragon in existence, and that you must take a mate from one of the eggs in Galbatorix's treasury. So that your race may continue. . . .neither of us can afford to be selfish in this matter. . . .if I could have it any other way, I would. . . .but if I have learnt one thing, it is that life is hardly fair. We should focus not on what we can't have, but enjoy what we can have. . . do you understand me, Saphira? He asked. During his little speech, Saphira had looked sad, but understanding. She knew. Knew that they could never be truly together, as much as her selfish desires lusted for it.
Yes. I understand. She said after some time, and then proceeded to lick him clean, growling softly at the situation they were stuck in. but although I accept, know that I am not happy with your decision.
Saphira, look at me. He said, pulling her head around so that he was eye-to-eye with her. It must be your choice as well. I won't have the dragons go extinct because we can't control our own desires. Can I depend upon your compliance in this?
She looked away from him, and after some time she gave him a single, reluctant, yes.
He sighed softly, a sound filled with unhappiness and contentedness in almost equal measures. It was clear that he was as uncomfortable with the situation as she was.
We must return. Oromis will be wondering why we tarry for so long. He said, slowly pulling his clothes on, his back twinging a few times. It was at that point that he realised with some surprise that his back hadn't hurt once during his and Saphira's mating.
They can wait. Saphira said with a snort, sending a plume of purple flame jetting across the floor, scattering bones.
We can't just stay up here forever. He said.
Why not? Saphira asked of him, head cocked with a questioning look on her face.
What do you mean? He asked, genuinely confused.
Why can't we just stay up here forever? Just forget about the world. . . .just us two, together. She said, breathing hard as if in the grips of a sudden exciting idea.
Saphira. You know that what you speak of is impossible. Oromis would come looking soon. You would have to hunt. Galbatorix will not throw himself from his thrown. . . .but I know of what you speak of. . . .if it was in different circumstances, I would, in an instant. But what you speak of is impossible.
Saphira snorted again, and bared her teeth at nothing in particular. I am sick of shouldering the burdens of the world! She blurted out, curling into a ball and blocking out everything.
Eragon stepped over to her and gently stroked her shoulder. There is nothing that we can do about it. . . .it is the role we were born in to. What would you have us do? Stay up here in the mountains and become hermits together? You know we can't.
I. . . .know. I just don't want to know. I am being a fool again. She said, slowly uncurling.
No. I wish for the same as you. But we both must learn the line between wishes and folly. It is okay to have dreams, and selfish desires, but don't let them run away with them. He counselled.
Oh how the dragons have fallen. . . ._Saphira said sadly, and then fixed her eyes on him. _Taking advice from a human. My ancestors would be ashamed. She snorted playfully.
Eragon laughed softly and hugged her neck, before taking a step back so that she could rise to her feet. Now smile you big lizard. He said, reaching behind her jaw to tickle the leathery patch of skin below one of her ears.
She coughed low in her throat with reluctant amusement, then arched her neck and lifted her head clear of his dancing fingers. How can I face Glaedr again? He was in a terrible rage. . . . The entire stone shook with the force of his anger.
At least you held your own when he attacked you.
It was the other way around.
Caught by surprise, Eragon raised his eyebrows. Well, in any case, the only thing to do is apologize.
Apologize!
Aye. Go tell him that you are sorry, that this won't happen again, and that you want to continue your training with him. I'm sure he will be sympathetic if you give him the chance.
Very well, she said in a low voice
You'll feel better once you do. He grinned. I know from experience.
She grunted and padded to the edge of the cave, where she crouched and surveyed the rolling forest. We should go. Soon it will be dark. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself upright-every movement cost him effort-and climbed onto her back, taking twice the time he usually did. Eragon? . . . Thank you for coming. I know what you risked with your back.
He patted her on the shoulder. Are we one again?
We are one.