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"Are you sure we are not lost Fírnen" Saphira asked, they had been walking for what had seemed hours, The sound of thunder emphasized her point.

Fírnen adjusted his position under her wing, "We are almost there"

Saphira sighed, "How do you know we are even going the right way?" Looking up through the trees that towered over them, she could barely make out the sky as it it was getting darker. She couldn't see the sun and she had no points of reference for direction. All she could tell is they were walking up a slight hill.

"The plants are guiding me, we are almost there"

Saphira stopped mid stride and gave him a confused look. "I think you may have hit the ground harder than I thought, Plants cant talk Fírnen." She looked into his bright amber colored eyes. He meekly met her gaze, "This is my forest Saphira, I know it very well. Trust me"

They continued walking for a while before Saphira broke their silence "But plants cant talk-"

"The fire-lillies Saphira, their flowers always points north" he explained "The clearing we landed in was to the south of my cave. If we keep going north we will come to the ridge line where the cave is, the fact we are walking up hill means we are on the right path"

Saphira was stumped. Never had she heard of using flowers as a navigation aid, the stars sure, the sun was even better but flowers sounded like the most ridiculous thing to use to find your way. He sounded confident though in his explanation, looking around she did notice plants with a bright red-orange flower and indeed the flowers were all facing in one direction. She resigned to continuing with him with a huff.

They continued to climb and eventually the flowers and trees stopped leading to a rocky ridgeline, this made the walking more awkward and a few times Saphira stumbled and put more weight on Fírnen than he expected. A part of him enjoyed the closeness of her body pressed against him the warmth of her side comforting a primal side of him, shaking his head trying to clear those thoughts he spotted a familiar cave up ahead "Its just up there, I use this cave when I want to get away from the elves or be alone"

Saphira sensed an odd feeling through their connection. "What's so special about this cave?" she could feel some excitement building in her, she was curious about how another dragon might live. Through all her readings she was only really familiar with wartime camps or castle keeps, She never took the time to investigate how a dragon may live in peacetime.

"I guess you could say this is my home away from home, Sometimes the elves can be a bit overbearing with their songs. Out here is just out of mental range from the city, so I often come here when I want to get away or just be alone."

As the rain started to fall they hurried as fast as they could into the mouth of the cave. Saphira had to duck her head slightly as she entered but discovered that the term "cave" didnt really do it justice, in her mind she had thoughts about some damp dark hole in the side of a hill, but instead this was very clearly a lair. She lifted her injured wing off of Fírnen and stood at the entrance looking around. Fírnen went further into the cave and busied himself with tidying up loose scrolls, furs and other clutter.

She watched him move around the cave, she could see the power and grace in his movements. yet, there was also a vulnerability about him. a hesitance in his movements that suggests he was still unsure of himself. She noticed that he would move something to tidy it up, but then come back and move it to a better location. She resigned to the fact that he was just a nervous dragon.

His cave was plenty large enough for both of them to move around in comfortably. The walls had been carved smooth, the floor was free of dirt and looked like polished stone, In the far end of the cavern was a pile of furs which must have been his bed, She sniffed the air, it smelt of pine needles, the forest and a distinct masculine musk. Something about being in this cave with alone with him and this scent stirred something deep inside of Saphria. Shaking her head she tried to clear those thoughts "pull yourself together Saphira" she thought to herself.

Fírnen directed a small jet of flame on a pile of logs in the corner of the room igniting them and washing the cave in a orange glow. Saphira could start to feel the comforting warmth of the fire which made a nice change from the cool draft she was feeling from the entrance, the rain was now falling heavily providing a relaxing background music to her thoughts, she never enjoyed being rained on but something about being safe and warm while it rained outside always relaxed her.

"Sorry its not much.." Fírnen interrupted her thoughts

"Its fine, much better than being outside." Saphira then moved further into the cave inspecting things with her nose as she went. Fírnen sat next to his pile of furs watching as she investigated his dwelling. She went past a shelf of scrolls she briefly looked at the titles, some were the scrolls she remembered from Oromis's collection but there were also a lot of newer looking ones. She noticed a lot of the new ones were old reports of battles she was in, the closer she looked she noticed that there were only reports of battles she was in. her jaw clenched and her body stiffened when she saw a separate collection of scrolls which were poems and songs written about her.

"Everything ok?" Fírnen asked gently, noticing her stiffen. When she didn't respond he tried to break the silence. "I think I can probably recite them all" he said proudly. "Arya sometimes makes fun of me about that saying....." Saphira was no longer paying attention, she could feel an anger building up in her again. She knew those scrolls, many nobles had presented them to her after the war. Each one would read something similar, they all described how deadly she was, how many enemies she slayed, how amazing she was to fight along side. Each one going into more and more detail of the forces she slew. "-So you could say I'm a bit of a fan of you Saphria. I really hope that you could teach me how to fly like you did today-" with a roar Saphria swiped the scrolls off the shelf sending them scattering onto the floor.

"NO, YOU DONT!" she yelled anger and rage taking her past breaking point. Before she had even realized it she had started stalking him across the cave, her eyes piercing into his. Trapped with no where to go Fírnen tried to make himself appear smaller by lying down and tucking his tail in. Seeing the fear in his eyes she stopped suddenly a chill running down her spine, she had seen that same look of fear thousands of times before. "No Fírnen, I wont teach you to fly like that" she softened, looking at the scrolls scattered across the floor, taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself but she could still feel her tail twitching. "Fírnen, I think this may have been a bad idea" she turned and started heading to the exit her injured wing drooping dangerously low to the ground.

"Saphira wait!" Fírnen called out to her as she approached the mouth of the cave. Saphira paused and sat down, the rain falling so heavily that it formed a wall of rain just in front of her. "Please don't leave, I wont talk if you don't want me to. Its just I have never talked to another dragon, and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry if I said something wrong"

"Fírnen.... its not you. I just I think things are happening too fast"

Fírnen looked confused. "Saphira I dont understand. I wasn't planning on anything happening between us, I promise I was just offering a warm cave"

Saphira snorted turning to him "No Fírnen, That's not what I mean. I'm just not ready to be a teacher"

Fírnen looked confused at her. He clearly didn't understand. "But Saphira, You are clearly a better fighter. I could learn so much from you."

"All my life, I have fought tooth and claw to survive and that has made me what I am now. Those stories you have read, those reports that say I'm some sort of hero are all lies written by fools who have never swung a sword. The people I 'saved' all celebrate but we ignore those that I slew. For every family that thanks me for making sure their loved ones returned I see the faces of those that I had to kill to make that happen..."

"But Saphira, they were the enemy-"

"AND I WAS THEIRS!" she snapped her nostrils flaring. "you wouldn't understand" she sighed, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed trying to bury the pain.

Fírnen stood there in silence watching the hero of his childhood weep. Stunned he didn't know how to react. "I cant imagine the horrors you have gone through. If you don't want to teach me that's ok too. But this storm isn't going to break anytime soon and it would seem a waste to sleep outside. How about we go back inside?"

Saphira took one last look at the rain, he was right it was showing no signs of slowing down. Nodding she turned and went back into the cave, Fírnen following after her.

"Here, let me get you some of these furs" he darted past her and started pulling some off his pile and making up a separate pile for her.

Saphira looked around the cavern while he worked she noticed an old faded Fairth hanging on one of the walls. Stepping close she took a closer look and chuckled to herself. At first glance it looked like he had a picture of himself hanging on his wall. Maybe he is a dragon after all she mused. It showed the green dragon lying down, its rider standing in front holding something. The Fairth was incredibly faded and some of the paint had chipped off making it hard to decern what was being held. Despite the fading and missing paint chips it was clear that this was made by someone who was very talented, the detail was exquisite however the closer she looked the more she noticed details which were wrong. "Why does Arya look odd?" she asked.

Fírnen turned to see her nose almost touching the picture. "Saphira stop! Stop right where you are and move back" His mind thinking of her scattering his scrolls. "Please Saphira, that is worth more to me than anything you could ever know, please move back from it"

Sensing the growing concern in his voice she backed away from the painting. "I don't understand, its just a picture of you. But Arya looks weird and what is she holding?" she said confused turning to him.

"You could say that is the oldest picture of me.... But that is not Arya"

Saphira turned back to the picture. "So who is that then?" She looked over the details the upon closer inspection the Elf was actually male, she always struggled to tell the difference between them sometimes, looking closer she noticed that the dragons eyes were amber but the eye ridges and neck spines were more delicate than Fírnen's.

Fírnen came up to her side, pointing to the elf, "That is my mothers rider, That there in his arms is me." The realization hitting Saphira like a kick from a horse.

"Wait! that's not you, that's your mother?" Saphira asked. Now mesmerized by the details. Here was a glimpse into the past. For Saphira the scrolls and stories could only paint so much of a picture, and now she is staring into a fragment of the time of the riders. She noticed the clothes the elf was wearing, likewise the saddle design was ornate, not the raw stripped back versions she wore. This was a different time all together. "She looks tired, Where did you find this?"

"This was made just after she laid my egg, They were fighting on the front lines during the war when she had me." Fírnen explained, Saphira could feel a great sadness in his emotions as he continued. "They had to send my egg back to the forest as they could not afford for them to leave their position, they sent the Fairth to the family of her rider... but the transport was attacked and I was captured."

"What happened to her?" Saphira asked, already knowing the answer as she spoke.

"She was captured shortly after that picture was taken, Her rider and her took out 2 foresworn riders before her rider was killed. She was taken back to the capital to be a plaything for the Kings riders and their dragons." his voice breaking as but seeing Saphira listening to him he continued. "Galbatorix kept detailed journals onto his exploits on breaking dragons wills. I found the entries regarding her, the things they did to her were horrific and cruel but she never sided with him. When Galbatorix presented her with my egg he gave her a choice, to side with him or watch him break my egg. That night she disgorged her Eldunarya, but instead of giving it to the king she slit her own throat and smashed it on the floor." Fírnen struggled to continue, shivering he pushed through. "She knew that the king didn't have many eggs, and by staying alive I was in danger. In a way she sacrificed herself to ensure I wouldn't be harmed."

Saphira put her wing over him and pulled him into a close hug. "She must have been very brave and incredibly wise Fírnen, she was right. Sometimes I forget that I was not the only egg in Galbatorix's treasury"

They continued to stare at the picture for some time until Fírnen sniffed "Its getting late, I'm going to turn in" and padded slowly over to his pile of furs, Taking his time to pace a tight circle a few times before lying down facing the wall. Saphira continued to look at the Fairth for some time before she did the same.

The furs were incredibly soft and smelt distinctly of Fírnen while she lay there listening to the rain she was thinking of Fírnen's mother and the battles she would have faced. She left a sense of guilt for her actions today. "Fírnen are you still awake?" feeling his mind touch hers "I'm sorry for today. I shouldn't have acted the way I did"

"Its ok, I should have let go of you sooner"

"No not just the crash, I have been horrible to you and I owe you an apology"

"The world has been horrible to you Saphira, it owes you an apology. You may not like being called a Hero, but remember you saved me. Without you I would still be in that horrible place"

Stunned Saphira mulled over his words. She had been so focused on those she had killed she had failed to realize those she had saved. This gave her a new sense of calm as she drifted off to sleep.

Saphira did not sleep well that night, tossing and turning she had dreams of Fírnen's mother, being captured, being used by the other dragons. The mad kings laugh echoing through her dreams. She felt the same rage and anger she felt when she fought the King and when the King died she felt that same rage in him. She jolted awake terrified by the similar feelings between her and the King. She stood in the cave panting, heart beating wildly as she tried to orientate herself with where she was.

Shivering she looked around and realized she was safe. The rain had stopped but could still hear thunder in the distance the smell of Fírnen calming her. Looking around she noticed that she had kicked the furs he had given her off to a corner of the cave. She rarely slept on anything soft and it seemed that last night was no exception. She could hear Fírnen's calm breathing from across the cave, He was sound asleep on his back, not a care in the world and mumbling in his sleep something pink protruding from between his hind legs and flopped against his soft belly. She had to blink a few times to work out what she was seeing, once realizing she reeled back and was about to wake him for being so rude but then a devious thought popped into her head. The stories and scrolls she paled in comparison to the real thing in front of her.

Curious, Saphira couldn't resist taking a close look. She had never seen a male dragon in this state before and she wasn't sure if she like the idea of exploring it without judgement or being pressured into anything. "Your the last female dragon after all, May as well study your prey" she chuckled to herself as she padded closer to him. His scent getting stronger as she approached. Taking a closer look she was lost in fascination with it, it was much longer than she expected, currently lying limp on his belly it was already quite imposing even though Fírnen was slightly smaller than her she wondered how exactly it was meant to fit. The shaft was long and smooth ending in a blunt tip, at the tip she could see a slight row ridges that crowned the tip. At the tip she could see a slight drop of liquid hanging off of it, without even thinking she gave it a soft lick. The taste not unpleasant, but saltier than she would have imagined. The whole penis shuddered at her touch and she could see it stiffening, veins pulsed under the skin. Worried, she checked on Fírnen's breathing and noticed it was still calm and him growly slightly in his sleep. She continued her inspection, the shaft was thicker now still very smooth until towards the base she could see a slight bulge forming. Remembering her scrolls she remembered that some dragons were equipped with a knot, the idea sending butterfly's through her gut. She was mesmerized by its color and texture, a soft mottled pink and although it was larger than she expected it was still smooth and not intimidating. She couldn't get enough of his smell, musky and warm with hints of cloves.

Saphira couldn't help but nuzzle his penis, every time she touched it it would jump and stiffen. It felt smooth and warm against her scales and she marveled at the way it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Her heart raced with excitement as the scent of arousal filled her nostrils. She reached in to give the whole shaft a lick before catching herself. Shaking her head she pulled back, she could hear his breathing was starting to quicken and he rolled over slightly his head sliding off the furs and onto the cold floor. Saphira feeling slightly guilty of what she had been doing went and retrieved one of the furs that she had been given to sleep on. Folding it as best she could she slipped it under his head. This seemed to calm him and he was once again murmuring and growling softly.

Saphira noticed that she had become quite aroused during this ordeal, turning her neck she gave herself a curious sniff and decided she should clean herself off outside. She softly padded her way out of the cave, now the rain had stopped she could hear the trickle of a stream and went to investigate.

***

Saphira lay on her back, her body trembling with desire. he had been nuzzling and licking her for what felt like an eternity, and she was on the brink of ecstasy. As he trailed his tongue down her belly, she gasped, feeling a rush of heat pooling between her legs. he sensed her desire, and he shifted his weight, moving between her legs.

With a gentle push of his paw, he spread her open, exposing her to his gaze. Saphira felt a surge of embarrassment, but also a fierce sense of arousal. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and it only heightened her desire. he leaned in, his snout brushing lightly against her folds. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her, and she moaned softly. He licked her, his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles. Saphira arched her back, her claws digging into the earth as she let out a low growl of pleasure. "Oh, Fírnen," she murmured, her voice heavy with desire.

"That feels so good." he responded with a low growl of his own, his tongue delving deeper between her folds. He used his paws to hold her open, exploring every inch of her with his licks. Saphira could feel the heat building inside her, a fierce need that she couldn't ignore. "Fírnen," she gasped, her claws digging into the earth. "I need more."

He pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a mix of concern and desire in his eyes. "Are you sure, Saphira?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you." Saphira shook her head, her eyes blazing with desire. "I'm sure, Fírnen," she said. "I need you."

Hesitating for a moment, he then leaned in again, his tongue flicking over her folds with renewed fervor. Saphira moaned, feeling her body respond to his touch. With each lick, she felt the pleasure building inside her, until she was on the brink of release. "Fírnen!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of the cave. "I'm close!" Fírnen didn't respond, but he redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster and faster. Saphira felt the heat building inside her, a fierce, all-consuming need. And then, with a cry of pleasure, she shattered, her body convulsing as she rode the wave of ecstasy her scent filling her nostrils making him swoon with desire.

Saphira felt a shiver of anticipation as he positioned himself in front of her, she felt his hard member slide deep into her mouth, filling her with a powerful sensation of fulfillment. She moaned in response, feeling the vibration against his sensitive skin. She worked her tongue around him, using the suction of her mouth to bring him deeper and deeper.

Letting out a deep growl of pleasure he used his paws to grip her horns tightly. He felt the intensity of her tongue wrapping around his shaft, the wet warmth of her mouth, and he knew that he wanted more. He began to move more assertively, using his hips to push himself deep into her mouth and throat. Saphira struggled to keep up with the pace, the volume of his penis overwhelming her. She felt his thickness stretching her mouth to the limit, as she tried to take all of him in. She tasted the saltiness of his skin and the texture of his scales on her tongue, reveling in the sensation of having him inside her.

His voice grew more aggressive as he urged her on, "Take it all, Saphira. Suck me dry. You're my little dragon slut, aren't you? Show me how much you want it." Saphira choked a little, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. But the struggle only seemed to fuel her desire, as she sucked him harder, taking him deeper and deeper with each passing moment.

As he finally reached his climax, He let out a powerful growl, the volume of his seed overwhelming her. She struggled to keep up choking a little, the excess spilling out of her mouth and down her chin, but he stayed inside her, using the last of his strength to drain himself completely. As he pulled out of her, Saphira gasped for air, her chest heaving with the intensity of the experience..

Fírnen woke with a jolt as something warm and wet splattered across his chest, neck and chin. Startled he leapt to his feet. The scent of his seed thick in the air, looking down he noticed that his shaft was out and was shrinking. His flared tip still swollen telling him exactly what just happened. Looking down he could see his seed dripping off his scales onto the furs below. Remembering he was not alone he quickly turned to where Saphira had been sleeping only to discover her bed empty. Relieved he got his breath under control. "Really Fírnen, First time you bring a girl back and you cream your self in your sleep." he scolded himself. In his experience the fur on the top of the pile was not salvageable. He quickly used it to clean his chest and belly as best he could.

He quietly padded out of the cave, checking the corners to try and see if Saphira was nearby or could see him. Holding the spoiled furs in his mouth he took them around the back of the ridge and with a quick jet of flame destroyed the evidence. He could still smell that scent of his seed on himself though and quickly took to the skies with a quick twist of his body he shot towards the nearby stream. Today was a new day and he was excited to see what would unfold.

Too be continued.