Matheau's Big Move
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Matheau's Big Move
Matheau stepped out into the warm sunshine of the new morning and stretched luxuriously. He was 5'8 with short brown hair that stopped just above his shoulders, and crimson red eyes. He was decoured in shining red plate armor that had a blue dragon emblazoned on his right breast, and a sword slung on his hip. A slight breeze rolled through and he shivered slightly. He looked up into the cloudless blue sky and sighed. "Such a beautiful day outside" he murmured softly, walking back into the shadows of the cave he had just come from. He loved living there, nestled comfortably in the mountainside, no one to bother him. A loud snore brought him from his thoughts and he laughed out loud. "I swear, she snores louder than any man i have ever heard." he said to himself.
"I heard that....." A groggy voice floated back to him. The voice sent tingles through his body. Gods, he loved her voice. It was soft and beautiful, and to him, no harper or bard could make any sound that sounded better than her voice. "Im not exactly deaf you know.....I do have very accute hearing." He walked into her inner chamber and saw her stretching as he had just been. But with one major differance. Whereas he was a human, she was a dragon. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She was barely bigger than him, standing at 6'2 when on her four legs. She measured barely 40 ft in length from the snout to her tail tip. She was a light purple in color, with whitish gray scales on her chest and belly. Her wings were a little bit different but just added to her beauty. The top half of her wings were the purple of her body, fading to a greenish color in the middle, then turning sort of pinkish at the bottom of them. Her talons on her paws and feet were a bright yellow, also quite uncommon for a dragon. "What are you staring at?" she asked.
Matheau snapped out of his trance and looked up to her. "Oh, sorry." he said, grinning. "Couldn't help it. You are a very beautiful dragon, you know." She just stared at him sleepily as if she didnt even hear him. "Im hungry." She said. "Im going to go hunt now." Before Matheau could even make a reply, she was out the entrance and he could hear her leathery wings beating the air, moving away. Matheau sighed deeply and sat with his back against a rock. Her name was Beijore. She had been with him ever since he was little. His father died when he was but 5 years old. Matheau's father stumbled across her cave some years before, and thought it a safe place to bring him. When Matheau first saw Beijore, he wasnt even scared of her. He actually felt like he knew her from somewhere else. So even at just five years of age, he would hang around her and try to get her to talk. But all he ever seemed to do was make her mad. He pulled her tail, he bit her wings (the only places soft enough for him to bite) sometimes. They were always fighting. But as Matheau began to grow more mature, he began to have serious conversations with her, and learned much from her. In turn, Beijore also learned alot about humans from Matheau, so it was a win win situation. As he reached his 18 year mark, he noticed alot of different changes in himself, and questioned Beijore about it. Sometimes when he asked her questions, she would turn purple in the face, matheau guessed a blush, and said she really didnt know about such things.
Matheau had spent 15 years of his life in that cave with Beijore, getting to know her, as well as himself. He found that he was perfectly happy there and found not interest in returning to the village down the mountain. Matheau stood up as he heard Beijore's wings and called out. "Did you have a good hunt, Beijore?" A sound that had to be in the affirmative sounded from the entrance. "Did you bring me any?" Matheau called. A laugh and a negative. "That's so mean Beijore, what am i gonna do for food?" Beijore shuffled in and was licking her lips.
"Well, your 20 years old now, Matheau. Your not a hatchling anymore. I think its time you left the nest and started hunting for yourself" Beijore said, laying on the motherly voice. Matheau groaned. "If you remember right, Beijore.....I did the hunting two days ago. Remember? You said you were impressed with the size of the deer i brought back." Beijore thought, or pretended to, and shook her head. "Nope, sorry, doesnt ring a bell......" Matheau groaned again and slapped his forehead with his palm. "None of that!" Beijore said, aggitated. "You dont need to beat yourself up.....i remember. And i did bring you some you stubborn, lazy hatchling. But your going to have to cook it. Its by the mouth of the cave." Matheau nodded and went off to cook his dinner.
Beijore was nearly 150 years old, barley out of the hatchling years. She now laid down and put her head on her outstretched foreclaws. She had been abandoned as a child. She had never known who her parents were. From the moment she had hatched, she was alone. She survived on rats or whatever was unlucky enough to crawl into the cave until one day, a human had come in. She had been crying, and then she was scared, thinking this human had heard her cries and had come to kill her. But he was very kind to her, and gave her food. He came back frequently to give her food, and to talk, and rub her down. She really liked the man. Then, when she was older, her friend came to her a mess, and told her to take care of his child, as he had done for her. She accepted, and the the man left. Thats when Matheau was brought to her. A very small child that made her look huge by comparrison. But he wasnt afraid of her. He just stared up at her with big round eyes, making incomprehensable sounds that she assumed were suppost to be speech. She taught him how to talk, and other things that were necessary for survival. He always seemed to annoy her. Pulling on her tail, kicking her....he even poked her in the eye once. But as they grew older together and actually got to know one another, they became very close, telling each other things that they never thought that they would tell anyone. Now Beijore was afraid......because she was haveing feelings that she thought might have been love.......but no. She had to tell him today.....she had to tell him that he had to go back to the village. That he couldn't stay with her anymore. "You okay?"
Beijore looked up to see Matheau standing there, his hands on his hips. "You were spacing out pretty good there, Beijore.....What's up? Something bugging you?" Matheau asked, concern in his voice. "Actually, there is......Matheau.....sit down. We need to talk." Beijore said firmly, raising her head from her claws. When he had sat down, Beijore looked at him for a few moments before she started.
"Matheau, i must be the first one to say that these last fifteen years we have spent with each other have been wonderful. You are a very charming, strong young human." her tone saddened. "But.....now it is time for you to go Matheau. You cant stay here with me anymore. You dont belong here. You belong down there, in the village, with the humans. That's where you should have been from the start. I dont know why i kept you, and i hope you can forgive me for doing so." Silence hung thick about the room, so thick you could cut it with a sword.
"Beijore.....you cant be serious." Matheau said. "I dont want to go down there.....I dont belong down there. I belong up here, with you." Beijore started to object, but Matheau cut her off. "I dont want to hear it Beijore.....I am not going back down there.....i have spent far too much time with you to just up and leave." "You can come back and visit whenever you want....." Beijore said. Matheau walked over to her, staring her right in the eyes. "Thats not what i meant, Beijore." He said, his voice so light it was almost a whisper. "Beijore......would you believe me if i told you.....that i love you?" Her eyes bulged open and she stared at him in shock. A human? Love a dragon? He had to be off his rocker. "You dont mean that Matheau...." Beijore said sadly. "Your just trying to avoid the inevitable.....please dont make this any harder than it already is. Just go....."
Matheau grabbed the sides of her jaws in his hands and pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tounge along her lower lip as she gaped in surprise. But she relaxed, her eyes slid closed and she slowly opened her mouth to him slightly, letting his tounge invade her mouth, sliding carefully across her sharp teeth and finding her tounge, wrapping around it. He stepped closer to her and leaned in, deepening the kiss, as he wrapped his arms about her and embraced her tightly, his hands sliding lightly down her wings. She shivered slightly at that. Her wings had always been sensitive to his touch. Now she slid her tounge into his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and then wrapping around his tounge. The kiss seemed to last an eternity to them, though it was only a minute or two. Finally they pulled away from each other. Matheau smiled softly.
"You see, Beijore?" He asked. "I really do love you....i want to be with you forever." She shook her head. "It....was just a kiss Matheau, it didnt really mean anything...." she tried to lie to herself and tell herself that it was the truth, but deep down inside, she knew he really did love her. All of a sudden, he was cupping on of her breasts in his hand, rubbing it softly and her whispered in her ear, "Beijore....i want to make love to you......Will you make love to me?" The feeling of him touching her breasts sent tingles of excitement through her body, and she managed a small nod. With a soft smile, Matheau guided her onto the ground to lie on her side and he rose and stood, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving only his undergarment before laying next to her and began to caress her breast again. He gave her a soft kiss and then kissed down her jaw, and then softly down every inch of her long, elegant neck, before her came to her chest. She had already started thrumming softly from his minstrations, then gasped softly as Matheau began to suckle her breast. First one, and then the other, he kissed and teased and suckled her breasts, coaxing her nipples to become hard, pink buds. Then he flicked his tongue over each one, suckling softly, his teeth nipping gently.
Her body tensed, her breathing quickened. This felt so wonderful.....and she had always thought it would be wrong......Presently, Matheau was kissing down her stomach, and she arched to him with a moan of approaval as he came to her thighs. He kissed and nipped and teased her inner thighs until he came to the warm treasure nestled between her thighs. He brought his face close and breathed in deeply, moaning as her sweet scent filled his nostrils. Turning his body so he could lay on his side and get to her treasure comfortable, he parted her netherlips with two of his fingers and dove his tounge inside of her. She groaned loudly as pleasure such as she had never known filled her entire being, sending jolts of electricity through her, and she arched her hips to him, driving his tounge deeper inside of her. Matheau moaned loudly in appreciation to the reaction, and brought his hand up and began to caress her outer lips while he tasted her.
She moaned louder and began to wiggle slightly. She looked down and became aware of Matheau's hardening shaft against his undergarment. She suddenly realized how badly she wanted to see it, to feel it. Very carefully, she slid his undergarment off, fully exposing him to her. He shuddered softly as the coldness touched his heated flesh. She moaned softly as he countinued to taste her, and groaned in exstacy as he dove two of his fingers inside of her to join his tounge. She gasped loudly as she saw Matheau's hardened shaft. He was very well endowed! He had to be at least a foot in length! Purring with affection, she gently took his hard rod in her claw and began to stroke it softly, which earned another moan of approval from Matheau. Then she leaned her head down and flicked her tounge across the head of his meat, and licked her lips. He tasted wonderful. So she took his whole shaft into her muzzle, and began to suckle lightly, bobbing her head up and down and pressing her tounge against the bottom of his shaft. Matheau groaned and began to buck his hips slightly as she sucked him, and then she felt his rod start to pulse in her muzzle. She had no idea what that meant, but had a pretty good idea as Matheau started to redouble his efforts, licking her with abandon, and it was then that she became aware of how close her climax was. She moaned heavily around his shaft, and then she heard a loud groan as Matheau's body went rigid, and she felt something warm and a little salty splash into her mouth from Matheau's shaft. This sent her over the edge as she swallowed Matheau's seed eagerly, and her muscles tightened around his tounge as she came, sending her juices into Matheau's mouth and on his face. He licked fiercely, trying to get ever last drop. Finally, they both pulled away from each other and lay there, panting.
"That is not really what i meant by making love....." Matheau panted. "But it was wonderful none the less Beijore." She murmured in agreement and laid her hand on his softening shaft, stroking it softly. She gasped at how quickly it became hard again. "My my...." She said. "Someone's eager." With that, she stood up and turned her backside to Matheau in offering, lifting her tail up and out of the way, exposing her already dripping sex to him. Matheau didnt need any furthur encouragment. He stood up and walked behind her and began to rub his hard member against the wet lips of her sex while she whined in need. He slowly began to slide his shaft into her. When he got halfway, he felt the resistance of her virginity. "Beijore....are you sure.....?" Matheau began, but Beijore stopped him. "Yes Matheau.....take my virginity. I want you to....make me a woman." Matheau nodded and began to push firmly against her until he felt her virginity pop, and she yelped loudly in pain, her eyes clenched shut. Matheau waited for a few moments, and then he slowly backed out of her. The inital pain gone, Beijore whined as she felt him leaving her, then gasped as he thrust all the way back into her. Matheau moaned as her muscles tightened around him and he felt her juices leaking from her, soaking his shaft. He began to drive into her a little faster, and she moaned and backed her hips to meet him, keeping time with his thrusts. Matheau felt the first signs of his climax approaching and began to take fast, deep strokes into her. She groaned in exstacy, and climaxed again around him. When he couldn't hold on any longer, he clenched her hips tightly and thrust as far into her as he could and climaxed, throbbing deeply inside of her, coating her insides with his seed. She roared in exstacy and climaxed a third time as she felt his seed fill her with warmth. Matheau groaned slightly as he slide his member from her sex, and some of their mixed seed and her blood dripped from her sex onto the floor. Matheau layed down next to her and kissed her gently.
"I love you so much, Beijore." he said, his voice full of passion. "Please dont make me leave." "Alright, matheau, my love." She whispered, her eyes heavy with sleep. "You can stay....but you have to promise me that you will make love to me like that at least once every night." A soft snore was her only awnser and she folded a wing over him and kissed his forehead. "We'll talk about it later then dear." Soon she too, was fast asleep.