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A clear sky hung over a mountain but the sun could barely be seen as figures filled the air, soaring high above the ground through and around the clouds. Dragons of all shapes and material flew through the sky, in circles and various formations, wings spread wide and a few wingless varieties that seemed to glimmer as they passed through the air. Most of them hovered around a citadel that had been built into the ridges and stone of the mountain itself. It is here where dragons land and roost on occasion near perches or spots where they slip into caverns to dip away from the light and prying eyes. The citadel itself was a city of a kind with shelves that served as districts leading ever higher and higher until the domain of the dragoons was reached. Dragoons were those who had managed to bond with a dragon to borrow both physical and mystic might, to protect the land itself and guard the elemental order. Squires were collected from all over the region, from human-kind and beastkin alike. These were people with the potential to become bonded with a dragon, but that did not guarantee their success. Training and education would prepare them for the world they entered along with strict doctrine, but it was often said quietly that dragons were a particularly fickle species. They typically only bonded to one and many could see right from the beginning if the bond would work or not. It made things quick, but it could also be disheartening. Telling the squires to chin up became commonplace, and many of the squires knew to not take it too hard as there were many dragons, and to become a squire you needed the right potential in the first place. The training was the hard part, to most. There was a gifted individual among the squires one that did not struggle with the training but instead found herself with a different problem. What a shame that such a talented squire had not found a dragon that would accept them. What a shame that such a valuable blade could not be used. It had just been a simple pity at first, an errant thought of it being too bad, but then it became something else as the whispers grew. No dragon would accept them. Many dragons would not even come near them. And the natural divide began. She was a young woman with deep gold eyes and black hair curled and hanging over her shoulders needing to be tied back most days and her name was Dia. Dia had been discouraged of course when she found herself left behind more and more, and even more so when she saw how people treated her. They walked past her while shaking their heads, squires averting their eyes, or worse; and old friends would do the same. She had seen many friends become dragoons, and many friends become antagonistic over time or simply cold. This isolation did not break her, however, instead, it served to bolster her curiosity in the little places that no one else had explored. If she could not have a dragon right now, then she would find her own entertainment in the meantime. Whether that meant trouble or not.

Dia spent her days training and studying, going through the regular motions. She needed to train with dragoons rather than other squires because she had become experienced enough that it wasn’t very fair to those who barely knew how to hold their spears. The sparring grounds were located near the bottom of a set of steps outside of the main temple to the earth. It was a long platform with several areas reserved for sparring, and at times it would be used for ceremonies. What the squires did there could be considered a prayer to the earth, a ceremony to understand the sweat and blood that they would shed in service to the elements. The sparring itself was tiring work when she could feel eyes on her in every direction pricking at her instincts. She could leave, oh yes she could find work elsewhere with the power that she had already but that wouldn’t be enough for her. There had to be one dragon out there that would accept her, and if not, then she would make one acknowledge her even though that was a supposedly impossible task. When she finished in the training grounds she made her way to the library to study by herself or to pick the mind of one of the elders wandering the archives. The archives could be considered a temple all to itself with great halls that made her wonder if dragons were supposed to perch on the large shelves, and a central pillar that held shelves upon shelves of old tomes and pages. Today, she couldn’t quite find anyone to pester for new knowledge, so she decided to figure something out on her own. The trek up the spiral staircase could be a bit harrowing at first but a squire needed to get over their fear of heights soon enough if they wanted to ride a dragon, and goddess did she want a dragon. Most squires weren’t even ready by the time they were chosen but she was most certainly prepared and she hated the notion of talent. Rather, she hated the way that it was used against her. To many, it was as if she had been born out of the womb prepared for this path, but that wasn't the case at all. She had worked hard to get to this point, worked with all of her heart and soul in order to become worthy of this position. Bah, she was getting bitter about things out of her control again.

Instead of letting bitterness take her, she let out a breath and found a place in the stacks that she hadn’t touched yet. She brushed strands of dark hair out of her face and honed her eyes on the books wondering if she could find anything interesting. As it turned out, not really. She had stumbled on books of myth and legend, books of ancient history with tentative sources hence why they had been sorted with the other books. However, as she pulled out one of these old, dusty tomes, something else fell free from the pages other than the requisite ancient powder. She coughed and leaned down to take a beige slip of folded parchment or paper. Unsure of what it was but certainly curious, she opened it to see that it was a map of the region. Not too interesting but it was a very old map. Maybe a map from the earlier days of the citadel. Interesting. Many of the places listed on the map were familiar to her, except, yes. There was a location off to the woods heading down the ridge of the mountain that she hadn’t seen before. An old temple. Perhaps it would still be standing? If anything, maybe a walk would be more interesting than stewing in her own bitterness in a library. Folding the map, she placed it in a pack on her belt and headed down the steps with a purpose.

Squires were typically looked after quite closely. They were, after all, up-and-coming dragoons. Valuable assets, as it were. That being the case, Dia was usually at liberty to do what she wanted partially because the other squires wanted little to do with her, and in part because the dragoons simply pitied her and allowed her to have one or two concessions. Really, she felt it was more because they expected her to leave at any point. This meant that no one stopped her at the gates heading to the wilderness. One of the guards was at least nice enough to tell her to be careful and she took that as a small victory. The map detailed the wilderness on this side of the range quite well. The trails were the same, and even a few landmarks remained the same, but the path she wanted to travel seemed to have faded away. Except, had it? Vines and brush had grown over a spot where supposedly there had been a trail into a little cave. One might assume that there was nothing there and just head along the beaten paths taking in the beauty of nature. The dark soil surrounding powerful trees that filtered the sun. Foliage deep and green but sparse with hearty herbs and fungus. This one spot seemed so different, however. Untamed, unmaintained. She reached out to touch a vine and before she knew it, she was tugging away at the vines with a grunt. It didn’t take very long for the tunnel to appear, a tunnel that would supposedly lead to an old temple.

The tunnel was cut through the earth itself and seemed to travel downward. It was larger than she expected, almost like the entrance to a few dragon dens she had seen. What she found was much less interesting than she had hoped. She had been hoping to find an ancient temple of some sort. Maybe a place of old worship, or of a disgraced deity or something. Instead, she found a pedestal with a very dusty book on it. There wasn’t a temple, and though the floor seemed to be flattened, there was nothing interesting about the chamber itself. There had been a temple on the map, but had that been torn down? Regardless, when she took a step toward the pedestal she felt as though something was grabbing her chest, something whispering at the back of her head but she couldn’t quite understand it. Dia shook off that feeling only to find that she was standing right in front of the pedestal. She didn’t remember going that far, but she did remember being transfixed for a moment by the mundanity of the book.

“Hm, you’ll do.” Echoed a voice in her mind.

The sudden voice came with a strange sort of reverberation that bounced off of the walls and seemed to shake the air. Dia’s near immediate response was to kneel down but she resisted the urge and found herself staring at the book instead. She took a step back but stopped as she heard a chuckling in her mind, felt a presence curling around her. The mundane room and book suddenly seemed more intimidating. It felt like the shadows were licking up at her heels, the air itself growing heavier, and what she wanted to do most of all right now was turn and run. Instead, she remained and watched the book with an odd sense of curiosity as she felt something else besides the heaviness; kinship?

She placed her hand atop the book quietly while asking, “Who are you?”

The presence remained quiet for one moment before the voice again overpowered her senses. This wasn’t overpowering in the case of being loud or overbearing but rather, it felt like it weaved through every portion of her body as that silken voice purred, “Curious, you steeled yourself so quickly against the unknown. You aren’t old, but you aren’t quite a green sprig, so that must mean you are a rising star among dragoons. Oh, such a sweet blessing has come to visit after all these years.”

Hearing herself referred to as a rising star of the dragoons made her heart sink as she looked down and muttered, “I’m only a squire. No dragon will have me.”

“Oh? Pitiable, and if that is truly the case then I know why.” Hummed the voice.

Curiosity bloomed inside of her as she looked toward the book and grabbed the pedestal, “Why? Why do the dragons ignore me? What is it about my essence that repels them?”

For a moment, it seemed as though the book was silent but soon it began in a deep tone, “Dear human, dear squire of dragons. Every single thing on this earth is given a kiss of an element, a touch of one or two, and maybe more if some chaotic force is at work. Dragons bond with those who associate closely with their element and though I feel a few from you, the one most predominant in you is that of my darling shadow. There are only so few dragons of that element and many are solitary creatures but you see, there is one that is yet among these mountains and yet, not quite so free to travel around as he’d like.”

Mouth dry and heart thumping faster, she asked in hushed excitement, “Who? And where can I find this dragon?”

“Right here. This very place used to be my den, though, it has been unmade quite a bit by petty hands.” Sighed the voice.

She took the book gingerly in hand while ignoring the fact that it made the presence around her tighten, “And how exactly do I get you out of the book, if you really are a dragon?”

The dragon’s voice hummed, “I believe you should be a bit more suspicious of me. At least have the courtesy to ask me how I’ve stayed hidden for so long, or why I’m here in the first place.”

Dia tilted her head, “I guess so, but the fact that you offered those things yourself now makes it a bit more certain that I can do this without causing too many problems.”

Laughter filled the room and her mind, and when the dragon stopped his voice uttered quietly, “I suppose that’s true but understand that you wouldn’t be a dragoon of this order any longer. We’d have to leave. Would that be okay with you? Would you be fine running from the life you’ve strived to make for yourself? And what of your convictions?”

She found herself saying immediately, “What convictions? I’ve been working my ass off and all that’s earned me are the tilted chins of dragons who think they’re better than me, and the pity and sometimes scorn of my peers. Protecting the balance? I have no idea what that means at this point as the entire citadel seems to be made on ceremony alone.”

“All right, then simply lift the latch on the book, open it, and turn to the first page. That’s all.” Said the dragon.

Dia touched the latch a few times as if to make sure that there was nothing wrong with it before she began to pull. It felt as if it were stuck with some invisible force. It rose just a bit before falling again, and again she tried to pull with more strength and more determination. A dragon of her own. A way to leave this place behind her. She had grown stifled by this place, stifled by all the constant isolation. She had been determined to prove herself better, but seeing a way out within her reach made her feel excited in ways she could not explain. And all the while the presence was there at her shoulders, whispering what she wanted to hear in her mind. The desperation she felt to escape was of her own and yet, not at all. She had been a patient student and yet, the flames of her heart had been stoked and her passions burned freely right now. She could not wholly deny these feelings, and yet they had never come this strongly before either.

The latch cracked open and the presence grew stronger but so did the realization that her emotions were being stoked. She stopped with shaking fingers and breathed out, “You’re doing something to my head, aren’t you?”

“Sharp girl!” Said the voice without a trace of shame, “And I could do so much more, but it is much easier to play with what is already there.” As she set the book down the voice continued gently and calmly, “You know that there is a path that you can take, and one that may or may not be easy, but you can feel stagnation creeping on you in this place. There is a kinship here, a connection because you are locked away waiting for the day that your cage is opened. When that day will be? You cannot be sure, but you can break free yourself by looking at the first page of this book and calling my name.”

There was no telling what sort of trouble she was getting herself into but she could not fully deny that the feeling of breaking free of this endless cycle would be cathartic. She had held in the bitterness before but now that bitterness had crept up through her body and taken her hands. She opened the book and set it on the pedestal while peering down at the first page. In delicate script appeared a name written in an ink so black that it seemed to pass through the world itself.

Aloud she read the name, “Erelian.”

The name tasted sharp on her tongue, a strange tartness that did not go away as the letters began to splotch outward. She backed away as the entire page blackened, and from it, a shape began to rise. Shadows curled in the air, the presence fading from her shoulders and collecting at the spot where the blackness swirled. It continued to do so until two white spots appeared in that mass of shadows. To her, it most certainly did not look like a dragon, but she could not help but feel a strange sense of awe overcoming her as she watched it float about.

“Ahh, what a feeling.” Cooed the mass of shadows as it stretched here and there, “What a feeling to be free again after so long.”

Dia began to walk around the shadow while staring at it, “You don’t look like a dragon, what are you?”

The shadow’s strange eyes blinked, and it peered toward her, following her while chuckling, “I am a dragon but I’ve picked a form that is easy to handle right now. If you’ll give me a moment then I’ll show you how I look with scales and claws attached.”

She crossed her arms and tilted her head, not quite believing him just yet. The shadow stared at her and laughed, the sound oddly soothing to her ears. Slowly, the shadow began to grow and twist, writhing and extending until her arms began to fall. Dia stepped away as the figure of a dragon appeared. Its wings were cape of black and bruised violet, and his eyes shared that same shade of purple. What appeared to be ink covered his body in scales that shimmered in the dim lighting. There he lay with wings folded, with forearms crossed and head tilted in the same manner that she had beheld him with disbelief. A dragon that did not treat her with scorn and distaste! A dragon that she could bond with! But this was too easy, she had to give something in return for bonding like this. It must be some curse, or perhaps she had to give away her blood.

Unsure of what to do, Dia knelt before the dragon and said aloud, “Take my blood if you will, but honor me with your bonding so that I may be a dragoon in truth.”

“Is that what you want?” Hummed the dragon.

She blinked and looked up, “To be a dragoon? Yes, I’ve been training so long for this chance but—” Dia then paused before she breathed out, “I guess I did say that I would leave all this behind with you. If that is what you want then I don’t mind that either. My ties here are in title alone the more I think about it and I’ve gained more enjoyment from plundering little pieces of knowledge.”

The dragon beamed, “My, then you’ll be happy to know there are many different dragoons. This order is just one of many, and might I say they are quite a stuffy bunch.”

Curiosity on her mind again, she asked slowly, “So, they locked you up falsely?”

“Hm? Oh no, not at all. I was a menace, my dear.” Said the dragon with a chuckle before raising a claw to tip her chin up, “I sought dominance over the humans here in part because of my stuffy upbringing and thought that having a draconic empire might be nice instead of a theocratic monastery of sorts.”

Feeling the weight of her actions at that point, she gulped and cleared her throat, “And do you plan on continuing that ideal?”

The dragon looked away from her, his eyes glowing a bit as he remained silent. For a while, it seemed that he was considering it carefully, until his answer came with a humored hum, “Hmm, I think not. I would rather not be trapped in a book again, and I’d like to get the chance to see this world for what it is now. It has been a very, very long time. I lost count of the days and I slept for much of it leading those who watched me to believe that I had grown idle, or perhaps had even died in my confinement. Well, maybe they just forgot.”

He seemed genuine enough to her about that, and so she asked, “If not revenge or ideal, then what is it that you will do with your new freedom?”

“Easy. I’d like to travel. I know that there are some that would treat me with animosity but I wouldn’t exactly be announcing myself so openly, and a dragon in other places wouldn’t exactly be an unwelcome sight.” His eyes then honed in on her, head lowering and sharpened snout nearing her face, “So, human without fear, tell me. Would you still want to bond with me knowing that I’d be taking you far, far away? Though I’ve said that there are other dragoons, never did I say I would wish to settle in one place.”

“And what would your price be? You seem to be a powerful dragon, enough to warrant being placed in a book of all things. What would you have of me in return besides my acceptance?” Dia asked.

The dragon stared into her eyes for a few moments before smiling, “You know, there are a few things that I haven’t gotten to do in a long time that I’d like to be able to try. Fine foods that have been denied to me in favor of ink and page, lovely scents, and the feeling of cool water and warm sun. One thing I missed above it all, was the carnal touch of another. Surely you know, of the things bonded dragons and their dragoons often get up to, yes?”

She tilted her head and furrowed her brow, rubbing her chin before muttering, “A dragoon and their bonded take oaths to one another, oftentimes abstaining from primal desires.”

Laughter seized the dragon in such a manner that shook the air and caused her to fall back on her rear from shock and when she was firmly planted on her ass, the dragon coughed and forced himself to stop, “That’s how they spin it nowadays? I wonder, are they truly making everything seem so much more divine and sanitized? Would any of the squires balk to know the reason why some dragons desire abstinence from their riders? You see, dragons can be jealous individuals and in my day it was not required that riders abstained from their desires, but some dragons asked that if a dragoon wished to court them, that it would be a wedding of one pair and one alone.”

Dia wasn’t stupid, far from it but communication with others could take a little bit, and parsing the dragon’s meaning certainly had all of the gears in her hand cranking. She sat there with furrowed brow and arm looped around one of her knees while she thought, and thought until she came with the answer without processing it first, “Ah! Dragons are jealous mates that require both the heart and body of their rider!” Her cheeks then flushed, “Then that means ceremonies requiring that the dragoon and dragon spend time at the dens and hatcheries?”

“Why, yes. They fuck like two maddened animals in the woods for a time.” He said with a near proud tilting of his chin.

Her cheeks burned brighter than ever as she looked toward him and planted her fingers on her chest, “And you would have me take that oath?”

Dia shuddered this time when the dragon touched his claw against her chin again, and as he rumbled, “No. There is no oath I want you to take. I just want to have sex and know that I am not as jealous as other dragons. Should you find carnal desire in another place then I will watch with glee as you bare your most base self for all to see.”

His words seemed to slicken and melt with each passing moment, turning to sweet honey and syrup coiling around her and drowning her in their saccharine embrace. Sex with a dragon hadn’t exactly been something that she had been told to expect. In fact, she had been told to keep away from the topic entirely. Many squires ignored this but she had remained dutiful in the hopes that it would bring her just a bit closer to appearing satisfactory to a dragon. Now that she knew the truth, she somehow found it a bit more insulting. Her body had not been tempting enough. Dia knew better than that, however, and understood now that it was because of her essence and her ability to bond easily with Erelian. The more time she spent thinking, the more she felt his presence surrounding her. Goddess, she had never experienced such a presence before. Dragons were forces of nature and she had often marveled while watching one land or simply standing in their presence. They all exerted a sort of pressure but she never felt as though that pressure extended itself, she never felt as though the air itself was thickening with their essence. Was it the dragon’s excitement that had her feeling like this? Or was he simply toying with her on purpose?

Regardless, she managed to finally burst out from her silent and flustered stupor, “Yes! I accept.” She then shuddered and looked away, arms crossed, “But at least be gentle.”

“At least be gentle? Goodness. You act as though this is your first.” When she didn’t say a word, the dragon coiled around her in a manner, his cheek near hers now as he rumbled quietly, “Don’t tell me they have the squires upholding those stuffy rules.”

She kept looking away from his gaze as she explained quietly, “Well, yes. At least, I followed every directive to the letter for a while and that’s one that stuck. Not like I could correct it either once everyone began to ignore me.”

Hot embarrassment trailed her body, her eyes refusing to even look in his direction and instead focusing firmly on the floor. She could only do that for so long as he brought his snout under her chin to tip her head up, his voice cooling a bit of that embarrassment, “Shhh, what can be expected of one that knows nothing? What freedom can one know who was never free? It seems you have been bound all these years in some ways, and perhaps in ways that you don’t quite understand. Let me teach you what freedom feels like, let me mark our bonding with something truly magical before we begin this journey. Tell me your name so that I may whisper it in all my love, and say mine again.”

“My name, Erelian.” She began quietly while trying to keep herself steady, “Is Dia.”

“Then Dia, will you let me be your first? Will you allow this old dragon to bond to you physically and spiritually?”

She reached up to touch his cheek, marveling how soothing that cool surface was before she sighed, “Yes, show me what freedom is.”

With that simple statement, she expected him to pounce on her immediately. For his form to engulf hers in shadow, but instead he began with a tender touch. His mouth pressed to hers, a gentle peck that served as a chaste kiss. As her shoulders relaxed she watched as his maw opened and his tongue slipped out. Long and slender, warm and wet. His tongue dragged along her lips before dipping in as soon as she opened her mouth, her body trembling as she felt him close in on her, as she felt one of his clawed hands reach up to grab the back of her head. He drew her in closer, rumbling as their tongues danced. The kiss deepened, the gentle beginning shifting to a more heated timbre. She found that she could keep herself upright against his kiss, that her rear was firmly planted to the floor and soon her back. He remained curled around her but kept her pinned easily enough, the shadow of his scales surrounding her in a comforting shade that blotted out all light. All she could see was the alluring glow of his eyes, her heart racing faster and faster as she allowed herself to be taken by his flow, by his passion.

When he pulled his maw away from hers, when his tongue slid out of her mouth dripping with a mix of their spit, Erelian muttered, “I had meant to be more gentle than that. Are you well?”

Such tenderness could not hide his passions. The surface of his scales seemed to ripple and shift, the shadows blotting out more of the surrounding area until it felt as though they were isolated and tucked in another world. Dia could not help but feel a similar passion welling up within her, a similar yearning brought her hand up to touch his cheek to feel over his scales while breathing out, “I am yours so lead me in a manner that you prefer. After all, I’m not that delicate.”

A claw looped through the neck of what she wore and tore through the squire’s uniform she wore without issue. Her eyes grew wide as her breasts were exposed, her cheeks warming further as she heard him purr, “Then you won’t need this. In fact, none of that little uniform matters.”

That single claw moved along her body to begin plucking and tearing material wherever it could go. In truth, she barely thought of her clothes because of how little she associated herself with them. The clothes solely worn to belong in any way possible, but even then they had failed her. Dia was being exposed bit by bit, but found herself smiling more than anything else as the usual vestiges of the order that kept her talents locked away were torn to bits until she was in nothing but her boots with her rear against the cool stone of the ground. The claw that had been freeing her from her clothes now moved along her skin. Freckled and strong thighs were tapped and touched around the inside causing her to shake, that sharp but gentle touch soon circling around to the side of her rump before trailing upward to her chest where one nipple was pinched between two of the dragon’s digits. Each touch brought a little spark inside of her, a spark that was soothed by the licking shadows surrounding her. She wasn’t quite sure if it was a trick of the eyes or something else, but she couldn’t help but notice that the dragon became more immaterial as time went on. His shape was still there, but the shadows of his body trailed away and around like smoke surrounding them. There was no fear to be had in this strange magic, no fear gripping her heart. Instead, she passed a hand through the shadows in utter curiosity before leaning up to kiss the side of his snout. This brought his tongue out again, and she opened her mouth to accept the embrace of maw on human lips.

The dragon seemed to hum, and that hum vibrated through the air with a sweet song that caused her senses to melt as if she were becoming one with the shadows as well. Her sight darkened just a bit, but she felt relieved of any staring. That feeling of dispersal across the nearby area almost felt more intense somehow as well, as if she could feel his shadow melding to her body as they remained curled in their passionate embrace. Finally, she was placed on her back and he was suddenly over her. At first, he had been a localized current passing over her, but now again he was nearly fully solid and standing over her with those glowing eyes peering down at her with such hunger. She spread her legs a bit unsure of what to really do. That being the case, she didn’t feel any fear. There was no anxiety as she felt his full size bearing down over her, and no concern watched his maw open one of her breasts.

Dia felt the points of his fangs easing themselves down over her chest as his tongue dragged along and around one nipple, adding a bit of weight here and there before slipping down to her stomach. Lowers still his tongue went, her body shuddering as she felt his tongue along her crotch. Pleasure began to curl within her as his tongue moved in gentle circles before dipping lower along her slit. He took his sweet time as well giving her the sweetest kiss imaginable, and yet, none of it seemed to smack of patience. His movements were slow and deliberate, but she found that there was always a little twitch in the motion, a tiny shift as if he wanted to do more. She could hear him rumbling and growling in little ways, could see his eyes flashing deep violet as he focused wholly on what he was doing. She could only imagine how long he had spent inside of that book, and how pent up he was as a result of it. This was the dragon she was to be bonded to, this was the dragon that she was going to care for, and Dia felt as though she was doing him a disservice.

Both of her hands moved to the top of his snout, one of her digits grazing along one of his horns as she managed to gasp aloud, “Hold on. I feel as though I am the object of worship here when you’re the dragon. Shouldn’t I be doing more for your pleasure?”

He raised a brow, and an odd rumbling came from his throat that she soon recognized as light laughter. His tongue dipped inside of her far further than she thought possible, her toes curling and her thighs clamping down on the sides of his snout while she squealed in protest and delight all at once. What she had said about feeling like an object of worship mattered little when her mind was being assaulted with such new and vivid sensations. Toying with herself in small ways had never had this sort of effect, and in part, there was some discomfort as well. His tongue reached spots inside of her that she had never recognized, and it almost seemed like a small revenge for her voicing her opinion on things instead of just following his lead. That being said, it was a revenge that she would gladly receive. What little discomfort she felt was nothing compared to the heat and pressure lancing up her spine.

It felt like he wouldn’t stop moving his tongue, wouldn’t let her take a break but soon enough he pulled his maw away and breathed aloud, “If that’s how you feel, then I can teach you a bit about worshiping a dragon. Here I thought that I’d have to seduce you a bit more.”

Dia’s cheeks were a flame, her legs shaking and her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. While steading herself, she at least managed to mutter, “You can at least let out a bit more of your passion. There’s no need to go so slow even though this is something new for me.”

“Oh? Then would you mind if I held your head to the stone and bred you like a wild beast? Would you be able to handle every inch of my desire?” He said, his tone growing darker and the shadows around the swirling. Just when she was about to answer, he chuckled and sighed, his voice returning to gentle honey sticking to the back of her mind causing her eyes to turn into half-moons as she watched him carefully, “Don’t rush me. Don’t rush my meal. Let me experience every little second with utter jubilee and joy. This is a celebration. Of our bonding and of our freedom.” Erelian’s voice then crawled to a rumbling whisper, “But not to worry, I’ll speed things up a bit just for you.”

What happened next caught her off guard in many ways. She had been lying there feeling mentally melted, her senses running amok as even the air itself lapping at her skin made her twist and tingle. She still kept her gaze firmly locked on him, and jolted a bit as he suddenly stepped ahead of her and brought the full length of his body over her own. A question was on her lips but that got pushed aside as she met a heated length of something meaty. It slid along her lips and pushed up her nose and then beyond. After a few seconds, she recognized what that thing was, and even more so as his balls so kindly slapped against her face. She heard him chuckling above, and she opened her mouth to try and mount a protest of this tease before she shut up as he leaned back and pointed that massive thing at her.

She knew what a cock was, she had seen one or two before. Dia wasn’t entirely inexperienced about the subject, just entirely inexperienced in the practice of it. The shaft throbbing in front of her was lengthy and both of her hands hovered over the thing to grasp onto it. It had the color of bruised shadows and certainly didn’t seem to be any sort of familiar shape. Pointed at the tip with a head touched by little frills. It had also seemed to grow just a bit when she touched it as well. This primal thing was something that she wasn’t quite sure that she could contend with, but she didn’t have much time to wonder.

“Put your mouth over the tip, lick it while your hands work the rest of it. Let my shadows guide you and not to worry, even if you don’t do too well right now, there will be many more times.” Purred the dragon.

Many more times? She wasn’t even sure if she was going to be able to handle this time right now. However, even as doubts grasp onto her heart, she felt them being brushed aside by his presence. She could recognize his influence on her, could feel it creeping up on her but she almost welcomed it. Dia could feel bolder with his touch, could feel more secure in her decisions, and perhaps right now she needed a little bit of a confidence boost to take on this challenge. Slowly, she planted a tentative kiss on the tip of the dragon’s shaft before she let her tongue out to lick. Hues of warm salt painted her tongue as she dragged it up and down against the head before closing her lips around it, her other hands moving along the rest of the dragon’s member to start stroking gingerly. Despite the boost in confidence, she really didn’t know what to do, her fingers twitching here and there as she was unsure if she should grip tighter or not, or if she should go faster. That being the case, it wasn’t long before she felt the shadows around her rising to curl around her hands, encouraging her in the right direction. Her fingers still twitched but she found the right spots in time and with a little help. Her exploration earned rumbles of pleasure from the dragon above her, his claws raking the stone nearby and digging in. It felt fantastic to hear his pleasure, and so she doubled her efforts with a shudder.

Dia ran her tongue around the tip in little circles, the taste of salt soon joined by a dull bitterness dripping from the tip of his cock touched by a little bit of something sweet. She kept on licking, kept on stroking his shaft while wondering if he was getting closer to his true pleasure, wondering if she would be able to successfully give him what he wanted out of this. What did he want out of this? Right now it seemed like he was just a beast satisfying his needs. Would she have followed him still if he wanted that revenge? Well, it didn’t matter right now. Whatever she was thinking about was pushed away by a single thrust. His shaft dug deep into her mouth and hit her throat, the dragon uttering a hiss as she gagged and sputtered around his throbbing member. Another thrust pushed her onto her back but her head was kept from hitting the ground by one of those strong hands grasping through her hair. Each thrust made little progress in putting more of that thick thing inside of her throat, and it became a little difficult to breathe with that girth constantly trying to push in deeper, but she didn’t have to wait too long before it began.

Thick liquid poured from the tip of the dragon’s cock and struck her tongue before heading down her throat. Salt and heat mired her mind, her body shaking as her mouth was stained in his mark. She kept on drinking what she could manage, and even though she struggled, she still found herself making an awkward smile around the shaft breeding her maw. The dragon above her was moaning, was letting out little trills and growls of pure delight.

And when he finished, he pulled out and laid his cock onto her chest while muttering, “Good girl.”

Before she could cough and catch her breath to ask if there was more that she could do, her body was suddenly flipped onto her front. Dia blinked as claws grasped her hips to raise it on high, a tongue suddenly dragging between her rump causing her to squeak. Questions came quickly to her mind but soon melted away as she uttered a little moan from several sensations. His tongue digging into her rear and twisting felt so strange, felt so potent, but what she noticed as well were the little shadows that seemed to toy with her heat, that pushed and pressed inside of her to start stretching her slowly. The pulsing shadows took their sweet time in making sure her insides were ready for him, but she wasn’t sure if he was going to use that hole, or if he was going to take her rear with the way that he was ravenously lapping away at her rear. Tongue dipping in, warm drool slipping alongside before he pulled it out and licked the surface. When he was finished, he bit down on one of her rear cheeks as gently as he could manage, and still, she squeaked.

“Careful!”

The dragon rumbled a chuckle and soon she found his hands and forearms ahead of her, his voice all around her as the shadows slowly slipped free of her insides, “Sorry, forgive me for my indulgences. It’s been a long time and I’ve always been a fan of lovely rears. You'll, of course, learn all about that in due time.”

She wasn’t quite sure about that as she felt the weight of his shaft slapping onto her lower back. Dia held her breath as that thick length traveled down before teasing her puckered star. She almost cried out that it would never work before the bastard laughed and moved his massive member to her slit instead. He pushed against the mound’s entrance, pushed and pressed until she felt herself part for him. When she felt the head pop inside of her, she groaned aloud and trembled, her hands struggling to hold herself up already as she felt a massive pressure welling up from within. He eased himself forward, and rumbled out in a language she could not understand. Strange, the words sounded almost melodic.

Erelian began to hum and purr as he rocked his hips forward, and that sweet sound made it easier to handle the length sliding into her inch by inch. What discomfort she felt was nothing compared to the loving touch of that song, nothing compared to the pinpricks of pleasure she felt starting at her thighs as little shivers. That humming made her feel weak as well, one of her arms slipping. Before her body could collapse, one of his hands moved to hold her up, his claws pressing against her skin but never digging in. It was odd. Odd how he seemed to thrust and push inside of her with such passion and desire but kept so calm and gentle. His humming was loving, the shadows licking up at her were so soft, and what she had come to know of dragons is that they were fiery beasts that were closer to elementals than anything, and yet, she had never been given the opportunity to bond with one. Is this what it felt like to bond with one?

The thought of bonding was there, but it was hard to focus on that thought when her body was being given such new pleasures. The humming soon ended, her body held just a bit tighter as her hips were drawn up. She blinked as she slowly began to slip out of her song-addled stupor but soon began to gasp and groan as her insides were suddenly pounded into. The gentle and loving pace had ended in favor of a more passionate one. Despite that fact, she could feel him holding back, could hear him snapping and gnashing his fangs in near frustration.

“Don’t.” She huffed, “Don’t hold back on me!”

Bravado was soon rewarded. The hand holding her body up let her go and was planted onto her head to push her cheek to the cool stone. What had been a passionate pace before now turned into a feverish timbre, a constant pounding, and rhythm that threatened to jolt her forward if it weren’t for the set of talons holding her in place. Soreness filled her alongside the pleasure, a soreness that told her that she would be feeling this much later, but right now she cried out for more. She held herself up against the dragon’s might and even managed to push herself up on shaky hands, gritting her teeth together. Erelian curled his head down to watch her with a grin, to watch her as he pounded deep inside of her. Each thrust brought his balls up to slap against her crotch, each thrust making a loud clap as her hips and rear were struck. It was here she found that he had a bit of a gut as well, a bit of rounding to his form that seemed to suggest a manner of power in his build that she had not realized. Had he grown more solid just to make her feel everything that he could offer her? Or maybe he had always been this way. What was certainly not an illusion or a trick of shadows was the cock deep inside of her. The tip of his member continued to grind against her deepest spots, her body struggling to hold it all in but stretching to conform to his desires. At the same time, the shadows toyed with her breasts, gripped and squeezed around her nipples, and tugged just to make sure that she would feel every little thing. The sensations curling through her, the pleasure rocketing through her continued adding more and more pressure to her until she felt that it was getting too difficult to hold her own desires back. There was a rising tempo inside of her, a beating drum that continued on harder and harder until she had to cry out for the goddess.

This strength of hers would not hold! It did not hold as she felt the base of his shaft swell, as she felt that bulbous base push deep inside of her with a pop securing them together. She yelped and cried out again, her face pressed to the cold stone as she felt a sudden surge of heat fill her. One pump, two pumps, three, and goddess there was so much! His seed continued to flood her while he purred out a song to the air. It felt like the world around her was vibrating with such loveliness, her insides gushing around that throbbing member that was filling her to the brim.

When the heat of the moment died down, he pulled out of her nice and slow until the base came out with a pop followed by the rest. She turned around on her back to find him bearing down on her again with his maw over her mouth, a kiss of tongue to tongue locked together letting her know his desires were still burning. She was almost prepared for more, but instead, he pulled away. The dragon’s body began to fade and extend, and she almost pushed herself up in a panic as she wondered if he was going to leave. Instead, his eyes remained as glowing orbs in the air while the rest of his body as shadows trailed toward her and touched her chin.

“You and I will do many things together. I cannot promise that I will make you great, but my power is yours should you have it. Will you meld your essence with mine, will you accept this pact of elements?” Rumbled the dragon’s voice from all around.

Overstimulated as she was, Dia managed to get up and breathe out, “Yes.”

And the shadows came over her. Dia’s world was swallowed by black, the only light in the dark were his eyes, but she did not feel fear. She felt the darkness slipping within her and all around her, touching her very core. Dia extended an arm to feel his essence, to meld her own with his and she found herself in utter ecstasy as the exhaustion of what they had just done disappeared. The strain, the seed staining her, all of it faded away. Then, the shadows receded and she was back in the world of light again. She flexed her fingers and looked down at her hands to see that she wore gloves. A surcoat of black and violet had been put on her with strong boots and a line of fur around her collar. She looked herself over and found that she had an undershirt with long sleeves and a variety of packs to replace the ones that had been torn away. Strangely enough, there was also a polearm at her feet. The tip and blade were colored like obsidian and felt smooth to the touch. Her eyes were then drawn to a line of shadows leading her out of the chamber. She followed quietly until she got outside where she found the night awaiting her, the stars and moon looking down at her. To the left, the citadel awaited, but ahead of her, she saw the dragon with his eyes focused on the sky ahead of them. She walked to his side and placed her hand there.

As they shared a look, the dragon muttered, “Are you certain about this?”

Dia tilted her head, “Am I sure? You’ve given me a bond, you’ve made me a dragoon truly, and I like the outfit, dear Erelian. How could I not be certain about this?”

“You could remain if you desire or perhaps I could find you a place to settle.” He said as his tail curled around her.

She placed her hand on the cool surface of his tail and passed her finger up and down against the smooth scales, digits occasionally playing with the shadows that came to greet her. As she did this, she shook her head, “Remaining here wouldn’t be a good idea. I don’t even want anything from my quarters, not like they let us keep much anyway. As for settling somewhere else, why? My place is by my dragon’s side and goddess, I can feel it! I can feel that desire to be out and about, that desire to be free that you were talking about! It's yours, isn’t it? I’m feeling your desire.”

He let out a rumbling chuckle and sighed, “It is. Would you, Dia my bonded, care to see this world with me?”

Dia beamed in return and said softly, “Erelian my darling, I would love to. Whether into oblivion or paradise.”

Erelian snorted and shook his head, “My days of mass chaos are behind me. A bit of mischief now and then, I can feel a budding chaos inside of you. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about all the naughty things you could do with my power, now are you?”

Her cheeks warmed but she simply laughed, “I’ll have you to keep me in check.”

The dragon then muttered, “Then shall we?”

Dia locked gazes with him, her own glowing a mixture of gold kissed by the shimmer of his violet. She then brought her hand back to his side and said, “Yes.”

With that, she climbed onto his back and held on tight with one hand. She had been waiting for the day that she could hold a weapon and ride on a dragon’s back, she would not forgive herself if she could not perform this little thing for herself. Erelian could feel her elation, and in turn, she could somehow feel his. The bond was growing stronger the more time they passed, and that elation brought a grin to both of their faces as he leaped into the air. The cloak of his wings came open, the night sky beckoning them as Erelian floated gently before taking off in one direction. She held onto her polearm tight and kept on hand on his scales. Despite not having a proper hold, she found that she could not pull herself away. Perhaps it was due to their bond, or perhaps it had to do with the shadows licking up at her from his scales. Regardless, she laughed aloud, a sound that could not be heard from the citadel as they flew away. Wherever he wanted she would go, wherever he took her she would follow. And in this discovery, she would find true elation.