Queen of corruption Chapter 1; Whispers of Amethyst Shadows

Namon swatted at the mosquitoes buzzing around his face. He fished out a bottle of DEET from his belt pocket and spread another layer on his skin. The overwhelming chemical scent of mosquito repellent emanated from him, making his eyes water. Despite his efforts, the mosquitoes were relentless in their attack on his skin.

He let out a deep sigh before grabbing his backpack and following his family and guide through the dense jungle. Though he loved going on adventures with his sister and parents, he couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. Going on trips like this was his way of escaping the city and finding peace. The heat was so humid and oppressive that he felt drenched in sweat, yet it did nothing to cool him down. Meanwhile, a constant swarm of mosquitoes buzzed around him. His investment in the malaria vaccination paid off. He had fallen behind, so all he could do now was hurry to catch up and hopefully arrive at their destination on time. The bright, cloudless sky gave him hope the bugs would stay away.

“Com on, it’s not that bad,” his sister said, grinning at him when he finally caught up. Despite being younger than him, she towered over him by a head. To protect herself from the jungle’s dangers, she wore a jacket and pants made from durable jeans fabric. From her toned muscles and lean physique, she was no novice to physical activity.

“You are not always the target of these pests,” Namon grumbled at his sister.

“Well, I have big brother to protect me from the mosquitos” She giggled and gave him a small joking pack on his cheek. She immediately made a disgusted face at him. “Blergh, what on earth you have on your skin?”

Namon pointed at the bottle he carried on his belt. “a few healthy layers of this stuff”.

“Healthy? I doubt that stuff is good for the skin with that amount!” However, their mother’s voice interrupted their slight bickering from just out of view.

“Jane, Namon. Come and have a look at this! We are here.” She called with a powerful voice that was smooth yet demanding. The two wasted no time with getting back to their parents. When Namon gazed on the clearing that formed in the jungle, he gazed with wonder at the temples that stood out from it. Layered in steps, the green, grey stone had a temple on top. The green reminded him of jade, while the build looked like an old Mayan temple, yet the top. The shape of the temple at the summit was Tholos and round. All the parts clearly belonged together with the materials used, yet it did not belong. How did materials from different cultures end up in the middle of nowhere? This was truly amazing.

Without wasting a second, both father and son reached into their backpacks and pulled out their cameras. Namon searched through the lenses faster than his dad, who had a larger number to go through. He felt a sense of pride as he held the camera, knowing that the first photograph was his to take, and that a beer from his father awaited him as a reward. He realised that no matter what he did, his father’s experience and high-end equipment would outshine his own photo. Namon refused to give until he had surpassed his father’s skill and equipment.

The guides with teeth broke his otherwise light brown face. The brown eyes glittered with excitement. “I did not disappoint, no. Madame, Monsieur. The Grande temple of this remote spot. Surely you will find this a magnifique site to explore.”

“You are right Thibaud, this is as you would call. A magnifique sight to behold.” Namon’s dad responded after taking his photos. “You are our guide. How far are we to explore disturbing nothing?”

“Oh Monsieur, these temples have been long cleared of anything. Mais! The extraordinaire isn’t what laid in the temple. But what they carve on the walls! Trough noh carving on these walls like some of de rude visiteurs would do.” Thibaud explained, taking a sip of his water jug after speaking.

“Oh! I would not dream of doing such a thing! We are respecting to the placed we visit and come here to explore and enrich ourselves.” Namon’s dad explained, rather shocked at the last insinuation that the guide made.

Namon approached the temple first, feeling relieved as the sun and open air scared away the mosquitos. The circular room inside of the Tholos was empty apart from an empty pedestal at the centre of it all. Namon found himself transfixed by the inscriptions on the walls, which told different stories. The strange characters on the page puzzled him, unable to decipher what language they were in. He couldn’t identify it because his only point of reference was what it was not. He wasn’t exactly an expert in identifying the various ancient languages of the world.

His sister and parents arrived shortly after he did. Thibaud remained outside the temple and claimed to prefer the fresh air to the stuffy interior. As he scanned the temple walls, Namon paid no attention to the guide’s complaints. It drew his eyes to a glint of golden light. He turned around and clearly saw a golden necklace lying on the pedestal in the centre of the room. He walked to take a better look at the necklace. Three beautifully polished amethysts adorned the collar made of gold. Other than its intricate design, the necklace did not show its age or place of origin. It appeared pristine, as though it had just materialised here.

“What is this?” He asked his father, pointing at the pedestal. His father turned around to look at the object Namon was pointing at.

“What is what son?” He replied to Namon.

“The golden necklace here on the pedestal. I see it right here,” Namon exclaimed, gasping at what he assumed was another jest from his father. He refrained from curling his lips into a smile that he usually donned while telling a joke.

“Namon, how much did you drink today?” His father asked seriously while rumbling around in one pocket of his backpack.

“Uhm, I don’t know for sure; I had a litre for sure.” Namon’s mind was a blank slate, and he struggled to remember anything. His father’s response was sceptical, showing his lack of conviction in the answer. He reached into his bag and pulled out two small white satchels with bold red lettering that read ‘O.R.S.’

“Here, have this. And drink some,” he said as he handed the satchels of hydration salts to his son. Namon hesitantly grabbed it, his hand shaking slightly as he wondered if the heat was getting to him. Despite his hesitation, he opened the satchel and emptied its contents into his mouth. The powder had an orange flavour, but it tasted artificial and slightly bitter. Next, he opened his water jug and drank freely from it to dissolve the salts and get rid of the awful orange taste in his mouth.

He took a moment to recall himself, feeling the water in his stomach. Perhaps he drank too much, feeling slightly bloated with the water. Kept him under his watchful eyes for a few moments. Not wanting to let him out of his sight with risking his contentious to reduce. However, when it did not, he went back to looking at the temple walls again. As if he could understand the mystery of this temple.

Namon dared to look back at the pedestal again. However, the golden necklace was still there. Not wanting to worry his father anymore and having him call off the journey. He reached out and grabbed the necklace from the pedestal. Looking around like a child who just committed his first crime. The necklace did not feel like it was a figment of his imagination. It was heavy in his hand as gold should be and cold. Colder than he would expect it to be when it was in laid in the warm air of the jungle. Emboldened by the fact no one seemed to care that he took the necklace and no Indiana Johns style death trap opened, he inspected the necklace. It had a single cut at the back of the necklace to allow it to be folded open and around a neck. He could not find any closure mechanism. Just two ends of gold pressed together that folded open when he handled it.

He couldn’t explain it, but the necklace seemed to whisper to him, urging him to keep it close. The necklace seemed to call out to her, begging to be worn. It sounded like a calling, but he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination. He opened the necklace, feeling the smooth metal and the weight of the pendant, before clasping it around his neck. The necklace clicked shut, and the cool metal pressed against his neck. The tightness was so intense that he feared he might choke. Then, after a few moments, the pressure from the necklace lessened.

“Namon, are you okay?” His sister called out to him, seeming him struggle with something. As he heard the call out, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn’t help but wonder if his father was playing an elaborate joke on him. The priceless artifact he couldn’t get rid of would leave him caught red-handed. Slowly, he turned to face his sister, the weight of his mistake heavy on his shoulders.

“Earth to Namon, are you there?”

Namon’s heart was pounding in his chest as he suddenly answered, “Yes, yes, I am alright.” Did his sister not see what he was wearing? It wasn’t exactly concealed around his neck. The metal on his neck shifted with every breath, making him acutely aware of its weight.

“Are you scared?” he asked with a grin. “Afraid of some magical curse in this place? Your sister will protect you,” she whispered reassuringly into Namon’s ear, causing him to jump in surprise. “But Really Namon, are you alright? I know you don’t exercise as much as me and our parents. Do you need something?”

Namon paused before answering his sister’s question. “Yes, I am, just tired. It has been a long walk and all these damned bugs. I couldn’t get much sleep”.

Jane gave a small snicker, satisfied with her answer. She turned back to look at the inscription on the temple walls. They spend most of the morning at the temple until the sun was past it’s highest point in the sky. While this had been the peak of their visit, everything had ended, and they had to go back if they were to make it back to civilisation and the airport in time. Namon’s Father looked at his watch.

“Alright, clean up and wrap this up. I intent to arrive a few days before your flight back and not like last time, mere hours before”.

Namon had almost forgotten the weight of the necklace around his neck, unwilling to face the consequences. He painstakingly scrutinised and double-verified his backpack to ensure everything was securely packed. He checked the bag and was relieved to find that the air and watertight seals were still intact, protecting his valuable equipment from the damp jungle air. It also helped to keep his mind occupied and distracted. He hesitated, wondering what would happen if he tried to walk past the guide, who was still standing outside the temple. Perhaps he would notice the necklace?

His parents and sister were the first to head out. Each smiling at Thibaud as they passed. The guide did not spoke until Namon was out of the temple. He placed a firm hand on Namon’s shoulder. The first time he ever touched one of them during the trip. Namon’s heart pounded in his chest when the guide did so.

“You know Monsieur”. He whispered. “You are lucky to see what you saw. You will have a grand avenir ahead of you. This calls for a cold boisson when we are back in the town”.

When Thibaud left Namon standing and shivering when he walked down the stairs, “That was close,” He thought.

“It wasn’t that close”.

As the group returned to civilization, Namon braced himself for the onslaught of mosquitoes in the dense jungle. Yet none came. The mosquitos this time were more interested in his parents and sister. While he found it funny how much they complained about being bitten, even annoying. He was happy about, for once, not being a walking blood bank. It was a two-day walk back to where they first entered the uncharted regions of the jungle. Nanom struggled to remove the golden necklace from his neck, to no avail.

“You know Namon,” His sister spoke when he entered the tent they shared with his sister. “You’ve been acting distant and distracted since we left the temple. Are you sure you are alright? You’re not usually like this.”

“I am sis, I really am. I’m feeling a little off, not sure why.” Namon spoke while closing the mosquito net of the tent behind him to keep the bugs out. He placed himself on top of his sleeping back next to his sister. Both wearing just the bare minimum of clothes needed to be decent.

“You know you can tell me everything, Namon.”

“Yes, I know. However, I have this feeling that even if I knew, you couldn’t help me” He knew it was a partial lie, but he hoped that lying to his sister would make him feel better. He didn’t think there was much she could do to help, even if he told her what was wrong. He felt queasy wearing the giant amethyst decorated golden necklace. If she didn’t notice it, she might doubt his sanity.

“But you will tell me, right?” His sister asked but then added with a joke, “Or is it you miss the feeling of naked women laying against you side?”

“I beg your pardon!?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me. We share the same apartment, remember? You tell me that there is not a single girl on you university whom you like to share a night with? I don’t remember her name, but that brunette you had over a few days before we left was a fetching one.”

“That was Marica, and for fuck’s sake she came over to study,”

“Study, sure. Did you not see the signals she was giving off?”

“What signals?” Namon’s answer made Jane roll to her side and look flabbergasted at her brother.

“Really brother, really? You did not see how she bit her lips, the way she looked at you? You did not even have to get between her legs. One kiss and you were good to go,” Jane almost shouted out.

“Alright calm down, sis. Your parents might hear us,”

“So? It’s not like it’s forbidden for you to get some arse once in a while. But damned bro, I need to teach you a few things about women when we are home. Unless, if you prefer, co, OI!” Jane was interrupted by Namon slapping her face with his pillow.

“Can you quit it already, sis?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t enjoy talking about my dating life, and I especially don’t think I will get a girlfriend if they hear my sister is my wingman.”

Jane laugh slightly and whispered, “You never know, perhaps we might share a girlfriend, after all we share an apartment,”

She received another blow from Namon’s pillow. “glad you find this all amusing, but you are crazy,”

“I made you smile, and a small dimple appeared on your cheek. Thats a win for me,”

With a defeated grunt, Namon turned to his other side, still hearing a small snicker for his sister before he closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep.

“You took my collar. Such a daring young man,”

The sudden voice in his head woke Namon up in fear. His eyes were wide awake to look at the sunlight penetrating the tent. His sister was no longer next to him.

“Look who is finally awake,” His mother spoke when he left the tent. “Had a good sleep?”

Gave a small nod and joined his family by grabbing hot water and pressing himself some coffee with a manual press. His mind felt foggy today. Sipping the coffee did not help it like it normally would. The fuzzy feeling in his head stayed while he broke down the camp and resumed their journey into the jungle. It made it hard to focus, while giving a headache that was constantly pressing into the back of his mind.

No matter how much water he drank, the pain remained with him all the way to the ‘civilised’ world. The pillows in their hotel room were so soft that one could easily sink into them, even though the bed was uncomfortably hard. He could finally relax in his hotel room and enjoy some much-needed privacy. He would spend his private time standing in front of the mirror, tracing the intricate design of the golden necklace around his neck. The metal clung to his skin, almost as if it had fused with it. Despite being snug around his neck, it didn’t feel suffocating. As he touched the gold, he felt its warmth spread through his fingertips. The amethysts reflected the cold TL light of the inferior quality fixture above the bathroom mirror in a thousand ways that made it seem like there was an entire world within those three amethysts.

He ran her fingers over the necklace and felt its weight against her skin. It surely couldn’t still be a heatstroke from the jungle. Though now he thought about it. His head hadn’t stopped hurting ever since they left the temple. He opened a strip of pain killers and drank them down with some water, hoping his headache was going down soon.

Then out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a shape, a form staring back at him from the amethysts in the necklace. Namon yelped and jumped backwards in fright, only to see nothing anymore when he inspected the necklace again.

“I am going insane. Imagining magical necklaces that only I can see and shapes. Surely I must be dead tired.” He told himself, poking the necklace for a last time before shutting off the tube light above the bathroom mirror and making his way to bed.

“Tomorrow, everything is going to be better.”

Namon woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly aroused by a stiffy that wouldn’t go away. His body felt feverish to the touch, as if he was running a fever. Sensitive to his every touch, even the blanked that laid on him created an odd, pleasurable sensation unlike any he felt before. In a fury of the sensation to stop; he tossed the blanked from his body. It was no use; the heat remained, and it is drawing him to his member. Slowly, his hands roamed lower. At the touch of his hands on his member, it send electricity through his body, causing him to groan out in pleasure.

“what on earth” he panted out. Sweat breaking out across his body. He traced his finger along his member, feeling it throb under his touch, leaking pre-cum onto his belly. The sparks of electricity running down his member and up across his back. He moved his hand to his ball sack and under it. He let out a feminine moan he did not think he was capable of. An incredible pleasure shot through his system when he pressed his fingers into the flesh below his ball sack.

He muffled his sounds of pleasure by biting in the blanked he tossed to his side while his other hand joined into the masturbation. He stroked his member with one hand while the other was pushing into the sensitive flesh below his ballsack. The pleasure was quickly building int a feverish pace, faster and more powerful than he has experienced before. He also produced more pre than he would have been fore, slicking his member and lubricating his strokes.

It kept on building and building; the wet sounds of him stroking and the muffled moans of pleasure emanating through the room. It all came crashing down on him and with a last whiny moan, he unleashed his climax, covering his belly and even chin with ropes of seed. His member quickly softening in a sticky mess. He kept touching his member to see if the pleasurable feeling came again. However, it was gone and he could do little but to glow in the aftermath of his intense orgasm.

For minutes he kept staring at the ceiling in silence, contemplating what overtook him. His hands roamed meaninglessly over his body, spreading the cum across his body until it dried up in a hard, sticky mess that clung to the hair on his belly and chest.

“Shower. I need a shower,” Namon finally decided when he looked at the mess he made of himself. Slowly, he got from the bed and walked to the small bathroom. When he turned on the water, his thought went back to the necklace. Would it be wise to bathe?

His indecision regarding the necklace made him growl, as he knew he couldn’t meet his family in a sweaty and cum-stained state. He stepped into the shower and tried not to think of how he could damage the priceless artifact around his neck. He couldn’t wait to return home and take a shower in his apartment.

The hotel shower was rather disappointing, the water was never the right temperature and the amount of water from the shower was disappointing. When the job of cleaning up his messy job was done, he dried himself and made himself to the lobby to get breakfast and prepare himself for the rest of the day.

A day that slumped him, lazing around the city with his sister and looking at various shops for souvenirs to bring back home. Trough he was not really interested in souvenirs anymore. His souvenir still was heavy on his neck. Not just weighted down by gold, but also by the knowledge he stole it. The food, however, was nice, stopping by a small street-food stall every time his sister became over obsessed with some new shop with even more exotic wares on display.

Namon could not help but to smile at the rather unbound enthusiasm of his sister. She even rubbed some of this enthusiasm off on Namon, who was only happy to think of something else than the necklace around his neck. Joining her into a few of the shops to just wonder and not buy. And it had been a good thing that he bought nothing because his sister was stacking bags of new items on him. Taking an up all allowance for the two of them had on the airplane trip back home. Hopefully, she was going to keep those trinkets on her side of the room.

The rest of the day went any more eventfully. Dinner was in a restaurant, but Namon could not really comment on it, other than the food was nice. He was just tired from the day, more tired than he normally would have been, and so, while his sister and parents were still enjoying a coffee after dinner, he excused himself and headed for his room. The humid equatorial jungle air had yet again made his clothes drenched in sweat. He had brought extra but at this rate he had no clothes for in the airplane and he preferred not to wear sweaty clothes in a long transatlantic flight. He opened his phone to look at the dates and what the plan was. Tomorrow they were going to the premier hotel too near to the airport and stay there for a day. He could wash some of his clothes there, but what’s the point? They would not be dry in time, not in this humid air.

“I could just walk around naked” As soon as the thought went into his head he got a small fright from himself. What were those thoughts? That was an unbecoming thing to think. Despites his actions of this morning being more unbecoming of him. Frustrated, he pulled his shirt off his body and tossed it to the ground in a wet pile.

“There happy!?” He thought to himself. Trough the word ‘no’ was nearly instantly on his mind. He rubbed his temples to get some pressure on his skull. Perhaps he could talk with his father about this tomorrow. Obviously, he hasn’t been in the right mind ever since they left the temple. Perhaps his family is experiencing a similar thing. Perhaps it was some kind of bug in the temple that he caught. He could not bring that back home.

“I should get myself checked into a hospital first,”

As soon as the thought entered his mind, he forgot what he was really thinking about. He decided that a nice long shower. Was the only way to really clear his mind, and he undressed fully. The shower was long but not nice, it only enforced his want to get back home and get this entire trip over with. No longer having the fun that he had before.

“Come to me,” a shadow in the distance spoke. The shadow was tall and featuring less. It spoke with a husky feminine voice that did not quite sound human. Namon could not help but to step closer, unsure of himself why he did that. Yet when he could reach out and touch the shadow, he got a jolt of pain down his spine.

Gasping in pain, Namon woken from his dream. He was not sure what happened and how he had got in bed, but he was laying in bed, his blanket tossed from his body and the sheets drenched in sweat. The pain in his spine slowly ebbed away as he came to his senses.

“I was in the shower…stepped out of it and then…I woke up?” He told himself about the events that he could still remember of yesterday. “I should get home and get myself checked out.”

He rolled to his side to look at the time of his watched and noticed he slept in nearly into the lunch, together with a few missed called from his mother.

“I am boned,” he spoke when he looked at the missed messages. What was the checkout time? He rushed to get his still sweaty clothes on his body. And he called his mother, hoping to reduce the damage a little. She picked up at the first ring.

“Namon! Where are you? We tried to knock but no. answer, we are worried about you,” His mother spoke with haste through the phone.

Namon swallowed. “I was in my room. Guess I overslept,”

His mother sounded no more pleased about the explanation. “You overslept? Namon, you scared us all to bits. I hope you’re rested because we have to leave ‘now’. We’re already past our checkout time.”

“Yes, mother, I’ll be there shortly. I’ve already packed my bags.”

“Good, we will wait,” his mother spoke, and the line went silent. Namon heaved a deep sigh and meticulously scanned the room for any overlooked items, such as his phone charged or other possessions, prior to descending.

Downstairs, he had a bit of a walk of shame to the reception to check out. Both of his parents scowled at him. Quitely, he signed out on his room key and room.

“Good, now let go,” His father spoke when he turned around and lead his family to the car.

His sister turned to walk by his side and whisper with worry in her voice, “Are you alright, its not like you to just oversleep like this,”

Namon nodded to himself. “Guess I was just exhausted after all. Should have set an alarm.”

His sister pulled a distrusting face at him. “You went to bed the earliest last night, and the night before that. Are you sleeping alright? Are you having bad dreams? I know something is up, but I can’t help you if you do not tell me.”

Namon scratched at his neck. fingers tracing across the golden necklace momentarily. “Actually, I feel like I am having a rash. Do you see anything?”

His sister came closer while they were walking out of the hotel, almost walking into the front door of the hotel. “Uhm, wait, what is this?” she paused and laid her hands on the golden necklace. However, they turned onto the street, making his sister and him having to look where they walk. It broke the contact between the necklace and his fingers.

“What is what, sis?” Namon spoke nervously, his heart beating in his chest.

His sister took a quick glance but could no longer look closely because of the amount of people walking around. “Uhm, I thought I saw something, but I guess it is nothing.”

“Well, no rash then” Namon spoke in barely contained nerves.

“No rash, but if your skin is icky, you gotta see a doctor snap.” Jane answered matter-of-factly.

“Yes, I will do when home,” Namon spoke, getting his nerves more under control. Following his family to the bus stop to take the bus to the next city and hotel. Something that was going to take most of the day through remote locations. Luckily, he had a camera and headphones with a good music collection.

It was not until dinner that they arrived at the next hotel, taking four stops to change busses. They arrived never the less, and he was hungry. They wasted no time getting checked in and dinner afterwards. It should have gone smoothly, however, the universe did not like to have things go smoothly for Namon.

“Sorry señor, but a cancelled flight makes our hotel overflown. The best I can offer is two rooms.” The receptionist spoke kindly, but with a small undertone of shame in his voice.

His father looked at him and Jane before turning back to the reception. “Okay, two rooms it is. Our children can share a bed.”

“Well, that means your sister can kick you out of bed tomorrow. We got to wake up on time to make sure we get to the plane on time.” His mother spoke to Namon.

Like it was nothing. His family moved on, got their keys, and dragged him along to his room to store their bags before getting dinner.

Frustrated, Namon put himself back down into the shared hotel room. Jane just looked at him, exhausted.

“Look brother, I know you are having a hard time now, but can you please just try to cheer up a bit? You are dragging me down with your mood.”

Namon gripped his hands tight around the handle of his suitcase. “I know.” He hissed between his teeth. “I just can’t help it, I am…I just don’t know why, so aggressive? On edge, frustrated, all the above,”

Jane petted the bed next to her and spoke. “Come sit here for a moment. “

Reluctantly, Namon set next to her sister. She grabbed him and turned him so his back faced her. Before he could ask Jane what she was doing, she massaged his shoulders. He did not realise how tense he really was till she laid hands on his back and pushed through his damp shirt. He needed a moment to relax and fully enjoy the massage given to him.

“Thanks sis, I don’t know why you are doing this but thanks,”

“Because you are a big, grumpy head. If you are like this the entire night, I am going to wake up grumpy and I rather enjoy the flight back as best as I can,” Jane spoke with a kind voice.

“I can’t help it with this weather and those damned mosquitoes constant stinging me.”

“Constant? I don’t see any new mosquitoes stings. All of them are a few days old by now.” Jane replied. She lifted his shirt to see the skin on his back.

“You should have seen me in the jungle,” Namon quipped back.

“But we are not in the jungle. Now get a shower and I can help you with relaxing your back a bit.”

Disgruntled, Namon stood up and made his way to the shower. The shower in this hotel was way better than the last hotel and at least now he could get a decent shower. He let the hot water soak into his skin. He kept adjusting the temperature to find the perfect balance, but he couldn’t seem to shake the chill that kept creeping up on him. The temperature crept up slowly until beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The bathroom was becoming steamy at a rapid pace.

Under the heat of the shower, his mind wandered away from the jungle conditions he had been complaining about. The steam from the shower cleared, revealing a looming, dark shadow. Namon remained calm and observed the dark shadow that was slowly inching closer to him. The shadow was growing taller and taller, looming over him like a giant.

A sudden knock on the door disturbed the image before him and the shadow disappeared, leaving Namon dazed and confused.

“Namon! Are you ready? Mum and dad want to go to dinner soon and if you want me to unknot your back, finish up now,” His sister spoke through the door.

Namon turned off the shower. “I am coming,” he spoke and reached for the towel to dry his body. Moments later, with just his pants on, he left the shower to find his sister sitting on the bed, looking at her phone.

“Ready?”

“Yeah ready, sis, work your magic.”

She stood up to guide him to lie on his belly on the bed; she placed himself on top of him, sitting on his leg to inspect the knots on his back.

“Namon really, how hot did you shower? Your whole back is red!”

“Not that hot, I was cold even,”

“Cold? You know you dry out your skin if you keep on showering this hot. Give me a moment.” she climbed from the bed to rummage around in her suitcase to produce a blue tin of skin cream.

“There we go,” his sister spoke again, settling onto his legs and opening the tin of salve. With a generous amount on her fingers, she applied it to his back, the cool sensation soothing his red and itchy skin. Her touch felt comforting as she traced her hands over his back, searching for the knots in his muscles. Oddly, her fingers seemed to move around a certain area as if it wasn’t there at all, like an invisible barrier.

“Namon, what’s with the tension? Even after a long shower?” she remarked, pressing into a tight knot in his muscles. As her hands worked his muscles, the cream gradually eased the pressure on his skin.

As the tension released, he felt a sudden shift. An onset of a headache centred around his temples swept in. The sensation was like a heavy, pulsating pressure radiating from within, as though a heated rod was pressing against his temples. He couldn’t help but let out an involuntary groan as the pressure intensified, and his vision seemed to narrow into a tunnel. Within this tunnel, his surroundings became increasingly chaotic. He struggled to focus as everything blurred and distorted, making it impossible to concentrate.

Then a strange sensation hit him. His sister’s fingers, which were now tracing his back, brushed against a certain spot. It was where he wore the necklace, a hidden treasure he carried with him. He tensed, fearing she might feel the chain beneath his shirt. But to his surprise, her touch simply glided over that spot as if it weren’t there, continuing its journey without hesitation. The necklace’s magic had woven a veil of forgetfulness around it, so when she touched the spot where the collar was, any awareness of its existence vanished as if it weren’t there. He couldn’t suppress a flicker of amazement, even amid his discomfort.

However, by the time he gathered his thoughts, the magical interruption had passed. His sister’s hands continued their soothing work, oblivious to what had transpired just moments before. It was as if that ephemeral touch of magic had slipped away, leaving behind only the regular rhythm of the massage. As the tension in his muscles eased, he felt the onset of a headache centred around his temples. The sensation was akin to a heavy, pulsating pressure radiating from within, as though a heated rod were pressing against his temples. An involuntary groan escaped him as the pressure gradually intensified. Concurrently, his vision narrowed, like looking through a tunnel, and within this tunnel, his visual field became increasingly chaotic. He struggled to maintain focus as the surroundings blurred and distorted, eventually leading to an inability to focus on all.

“Everything alright?” Jane asked, concerned, letting go of his skin to give him room to breathe.

“Headache,” He spoke between gritted teeth.

“Oh, here sit upright and I have something for that” She helped him sit upright and sat behind him. Starting with his neck, she worked her fingers up to the tense muscles at the back of his head. She tightened her grip, causing him to wince in discomfort.

She shifted to the front of his head and massaged his scalp with her fingertips before moving back to his neck.

The pain of the migraine dissipated just as quickly as it had come on. As the throbbing pain receded, the world around him came back into focus. He let out a deep breath of relief as the sharp pain in his head subsided.

“Thanks sis,” Namon whispered, his voice barely audible as he slowly rose from the bed.

“Good, now get dressed. Mum and dad expect us soon for dinner.”

The dinner was excellent, helped by Namon no longer feeling discomfort, and this time he stayed until they finished the dinner with a plateau of cheese and a nicely aged port wine. While Namon did not care for the cheese, he will endure it all for the port.

Satisfied, he returned to the room he shared with his sister, being the first to lie in the double bed. His sister first took a shower before entering the bed on how own side.

“Have a good sleep Brother,” she spoke before turning off the lights.

As the room bathed in the soft hues of the early morning. Namon’s mind danced on the threshold between sleep and wakefulness. A subtile shift rippled through the air, and a strange sensation tugged at the edges of his conciousness. At first it was like a sleeting whisper. A mere whisper of a presence brushing against the fridges of his thoughts.

In his dream, a faint shadow emerged at the periphery of his vision. At first, it was a formless, indistinct silhouette that danced on the boundary between reality and imagination. Then, with a slow and deliberate grace, it took shape. It was unlike anything he had seen before, unearthly, enigmatic, and yet strangely familiar.

The shape appeared to shift constantly, making it impossible for him to determine its form. Like it was not really there, but it was. He could feel that the creature was both ancient and mythical. He could see a hint of something glistening in whatever muted light it caught. Two eyes glowed in an ethereal purple light, holding a depth that seemed to pierce through the fabric of his thoughts.

Namon’s heart quickened and quacked, a mix of fear and curiosity rising within him. He could not help but to watch, mesmerised, in a trance as the figure swayed. It displayed an enigmatic dance of darkness and light. It was as if it was the essence of mystery taken from, captivating his senses in an otherworldly enchantment.

The figure seemed to extend a shapeless hand towards him, a gesture that send shivers down his spine. His breath caught, for even in a moment of uncertainty, he could feel himself drawn to it. A magnetic pull that defied rational explanation.

As the shadow’s figured brushed the edge of his consciousness, more shivers ran down his spine. The sensation was both exhilarating and unnerving, like stepping to the edge of a precipice without knowing what lay below. His heart pounded in his chest, the boundary between reality and the dream world as the figure’s presence enveloped him.

Just as quick as it had appeared, the shadow receded in his dream. It’s form wavered, dissipating like a wisp of smoke carried away in the wind. Namon reached out instinctively. His fingers grazing empty air as the figure slipped from his grasp. A sense of loss mingled with the fading remnants of the dream, leaving him with a bittersweet ache.

As the morning light crept further into the room, Namon stirred from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open. His heart still raced, his mind a tapestry of emotions that defied easy definition. He gazed around the room, the lingering memory of the shadowy encounter in his thoughts. Yet he could only see the shape of his sister sleeping beside him.

Had it been a dream? Was there something more? The answer eluded him, slipping through his fingers like the figure itself. It filled his heart with a mixture of apprehension and yearning. Namon’s gaze settled on a reflection of himself in the mirror opposite of the bed, looking at himself and the necklace around his neck.

He groaned in complaint about being awake this early. The allure of the figure’s presence still lingering with him. Namon might easily prepare himself for the journey ahead of him. And thus as more of the sun’s rays entered the hotel room, and the dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold. Jane found Namon up and about, shirtless, while he packed his backs and made sure everything was in order, and that he had no contraband with him, well, other than the one he wore around his neck.

“Well, the massage helped!” His sister spoke happily when he was him up and about. “I was afraid I had to kick you out of bed and we both were grumpy for the rest of the day,”

Namon tried to smile. He did a poor job at that. “Well, I am rested but I couldn’t sleep, so thought to at least get up early. Besides, that would give us a bit more time to spend with mum and dad. I doubt we have much time with them at the airport seeing their flight plan.”

“AH!” His sister spoke triumphantly, “So you care about spending time with us? You had me worried for a second.”

Namon scoffed. “Of course I do, just had a lot of my mind lately.”

“And I still have, but little lies Namon, little lies,”

“Oh, when we are home, we are going to get rid of a lot of those things. But allow me to get dressed first and meet our parents’ downstairs for some much needed breakfast and remember to eat good. Airport food is expensive. I don’t want to get a second mortgage just to get a beef sandwich.”

After their light banter, Namon excused himself to his room to get dressed. As he buttoned his shirt, he glimpsed his reflection; the necklace hidden beneath his clothing.

“A lot on your mind indeed,” a faint whisper seemed to murmur within him, a comment that felt eerily like his own inner voice. He shook the feeling off. Heading downstairs to join his family for breakfast before the airport journey would start.

Namon felt cramped during the taxi journey to the hotel. His mother on one side, his sister on the other there was not much room in the back seat, plus they had to put their carry on luggage on their lap as the trunk did not provide enough space for all their luggage. Luckily, the journey was brief and before he lost the feeling in his legs. They arrived and he could stretch his legs again.

He could feel the buzzed energy of the travellers rushing through the airport to get to their destinations. It was a cacophony of voices, footsteps, and the sound of machines in the check-in hall.

“Alright, check in. Our airline is that way!” Namon’s father called and lead his family towards the self checking booth to get all their baggages checked in and their boarding passes.

“I hope your suitcase is not overweight, sis, with all the shopping you did,” Namon quipped at his sister. His sister pulled a face at him and pointed triumphantly when the display showed that she was indeed under the max weight of the airline. So with their carry on in hand, they made their way to the next bottleneck in the airport, the security checkpoint.

Namon’s heart quickened when he was in the queue. Would his necklace trip through the metal detectors? Would the border controls see the contraband he is wearing around his neck? It was not like he could take it off. He arrived at the start of the conveyor for the checkpoint and put his stuff in the tray, his bag on the belt and made sure he was as clean as he could before walking forwards.

With each person walking through the metal detector, he came closer and his heart pounded more. The detector and it’s potential loomed over him. He was sure that the guards could hear his heartbeat, see his nervousness. Namon was sure they would pick him out for one of those ‘routine’ searches.

As he approached the detector, he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him, but he took a deep breath and stepped through. Another security officer held his luggage and gave him a friendly smile. As he let out a sigh of relief, he made his way towards the baggage claim area.

“Excuse me sir, could you step here for a moment?” The security guard who hold his stuff said in a polite but intrigued voice. In that moment, Namon realised the smile was pure deception. He complied with his heart pounding in his chest. Hoping that the necklace did not set off the alarms and that it would be fine. Perhaps a bottle of water he forgot in his bag.

“What an amusing twist of fate,” a voice in the back of his head murmured, a fleeting thought that he could barely grasp.

Namon’s unease deepened when the guard’s fingers brushed against the metal necklace in his padding down. For a moment Namon’s world stopped, and he felt like each heartbeat took an eternity.

The guard’s expression changed from curiosity to confusion. They seemed to look away a few times to get someone, but upon looking back, they appeared to have forgotten what they were going to do. They repeated the same routine three times, padding him down, looking over to getting someone and then looking confused back. When the guard reached the third time, he finally put his bags on the table and began rummaging through them. After searching fruitlessly, he turned around to face Namon.

“Sorry to have bothered you,” the Guard said in a distant voice before turning away. Leaving Namon shaking in his shoes. He quickly got his bags and joined his family to walk down the terminal where his parents were catching their flight.

During the walk, he reflected on the odd encounter. “Was it the necklace that caught their attention” He traced a finger along the pendant around his neck. The cool metal feeling oddly reassuring. “But why did the guard look so confused? Why did he let me go so quickly?”

“Curious, isn’t it” A voice deep from within him murmured back at him. It’s tone a distorted reflection of his own inner monologue. He shook his head slightly, dismissing the sensation. Yet it left a trace of intrigue.

“Are you alright?” his sister asked, her voice a gentle murmur. Concern danced in her eyes, a reflection of the close bond they shared. “You seem a little tense after the checkpoint. This is the first time I’ve seen you this tense.”

Namon exhaled slowly, his breath a mixture of relief and uncertainty. He forced a small smile, masking his inner turmoil. “I guess I am not quite myself yet. Just got a bit surprised by the guard. But in the end, my nerves proved to be about nothing.”

Her playful demeanour returned, and she poked his side with a grin. “Good. I don’t want to be next to a grumpy head.”

He chuckled, her light-hearted teasing helping to be a distraction from his thoughts. “You won’t have to worry about that, you always keep my mood in check”

They waited with their parents, the sounds of chatter and announcements filling the air. Soon, an influx of people entered from the jetway into the terminal. Namon looked at his phone for the time, then back at the boarding information for the plane.

“Typical,” He grimaced. “They will have a delay?”

“Oh, how do you know that, dear?” His mother asked.

“Turnaround times. The cargo still needs to be unloaded, and the plane has to be cleaned. It will take at least an hour before the plane is ready, but you are scheduled to board in half an hour. This is a long way of me saying, you all want a drink?”

His father’s reply was the usual expresso, his mother wanted a café latte and his sister the usual Caramel Macchiato. Without delay, he made it his mission to search for a café to get some coffee. He returned not much later with four steamy cups of coffee.

Namon’s anticipation of a delay came true as the plane experienced a delay, causing them to wait for about half an hour beyond the scheduled gate opening time. Namon breathed a sigh of relief when the gate opened and they could say their goodbyes to their parents before heading with his sister to his own gate to go back home.

When they arrived at the gate, the plane was already standing there and the gate was opening soon. They did not wait long for their call to board the plane via the jetway that connected in the plane’s front. As Namon followed the stream of passengers down the jetway, a sense of anticipation filled him. Finally getting home after being away for so long. The spacious interior of the airplane revealed itself to him with two walkways, with one window seat on each side and two in the middle. The airplane rumbled as ground crews readied it, creating a soothing background noise that accompanied the plush seats and dimmed lighting.

Namon and his sister found their assigned seats nestled side by side in the middle of the cabin, creating an intimate space where they could share the journey together in privacy. Namon stowed their carry on luggage and made himself comfortable in the seat. They waited for everyone to board the plane and the airplane engines to start in their rumble turned to whine.

Not soon after, the airplane taxied away from the gate and towards the runway. The captain made his announcement and the flight crew made sure that everything was in order for take off. A subtile vibration passed through the cabin, a reminder that they were on the cusp of departing. The Engines roared to life, and a force pushed Namon back into his seat. Namon gripped his arm rest when the airplane rolled down the runway. Gently, the plane tilted and, like it was nothing, the airplane lifted from the runway into the sky. Namon glanced at his sister as he took a candy from a wrapper and suckled on it to help with the pressure difference.

When the plane reached level flight, both jane and Namon raised their divider walls to give them privacy from the rest of the plane, having their protection cocoon to discuss their holiday a bit more. Trough after a few minutes they turned on the inflight entertainment to watch terminator. When the movie finished, dinner was served, the aroma of prepared meals wafted through the air and tantalising their senses. Jane’s eyes sparkled with excitement as the flight attendant provided them with their pre-selected dinner, grilled ribeye steak with a red wine sauce, and roasted root vegetables and potato pure. Their mouths watered as the flight attendant uncovered the meal, and they eagerly started eating with no hesitation.

As the meal finished and passengers prepared to sleep, the soft murmurs turned into whispers. Making the loudest noise, the hum of the motors and the cry of a baby back from economy class. With a moment, Jane pressed the button to raise the divider higher to muffle out some of the other noises.

“There, that’s better,” she murmured.

Namon nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of security in their little enclave. The cabin lights dimmed to give the passengers a more pleasant light to sleep with. Slowly, their mile high dream world enveloped them in the sanctum of their shared space.

Unbeknownst to them, as the dream world of sleep settled over the cabin, Namon would find himself in the cusps of an experience that transcended the boundaries of reality – a realm where shadows held secrets and dreams whispered their truths.

As whispers of slumber lured Namon deeper. an otherworldly sensation tugged at the edges of his mind again. Shadows danced on the periphery of his perception. As he looked down, he found himself in a dreamscape that mirrored the cabin of the plane, albeit more ethereal. The dream vision of the plane was whisper quiet. Not even the hum of the engines dared to disturb the silence.

Amidst the half-light, the shadowy figure materialised once again, her form an enigmatic silhouette against the soft light. This time, the surroundings were awash with the subtile shimmer of starlight. The figured stepped closer, her movements like ripples in a pond. The shadows seem to part, revealing a form adorned in amethyst scales, each one glistered with an inner radiance. Glowing purple eyes met his gaze, a hypnotic blend of allure and mystery.

Namon’s heart quickened, the boundaries between dream and reality blurring once more. Her energy pulsed like a distant heartbeat, resonating with his own heartbeat. He could feel a deep connection, a thread of familiarity that transcended mere dreams.

In a voice that was more a whisper in his thoughts than a sound, she spoke, her words a seductive undertone that echoed through his mind. “We meet once more Namon”

Namon wanted to speak, but she silenced him with a single claw on his lips. “Shh, embrace the essence that beckons you, Namon. Let the unknown entice you. I can see it in your heart, you yearn for fire.”

Namon’s senses were a whirlwind of emotions, a blend of fascination, curiosity and fear. If he had to find a term for what he felt, it was ‘scare-roused’. It felt like her words dug deep into his soul and stirred a secret truth awake, a longing that he had never known before.

Her scaled hand extended towards him, a silent invitation that stirred him. The allure was undeniable, the pull of her presence was like a current that drew him closer. The dream unfurled like an unspoken promise. A destiny he did not even know he had.

While the dream wavered on the edge of slumber, as if caught between the waking world and the dream realm. Her hand echoed the promise she saw in the figure’s eyes. Namon felt a yearning ache as the dream faded into the silence of the cabin, leaving behind the image of an unknown path.

Namon awoke to the soft, ambient lighting of the airplane cabin. The contours of the business-class chair cradled his form, a cocoon of comfort that held the remnants of his dream. As he closed his eyes, the memory of the amethyst scaled and seductive figure danced through the edge of his thoughts. Namon could almost feel a presence, a shadowy echo of the figure with him. As if she were a fragment of his own mind speaking truths he had yet to understand.

They served breakfast shortly after he woke up. They had only a short while to go before the plane would touch down at their destination. The cabin filled with voices of people talking again when more and more woken up and prepared themselves for the landing. Namon pulled his shirt off to freshen himself up with a wet wipe.

“gosh I could use a nice long shower after this,” Jane spoke, taking her Deo to give two puffs under her armpits. Namon hummed in answer, finishing his breakfast. There was a single bell sound that emanated from the airplane that signalled they were preparing to land. The dividers came down and the flight crew prepared everything to land.

A sudden jolt reverberated through the cabin when the wheels of the aircraft touched the tarmac of the runway. Namon breathed, relieved, when the airplane slowed down. The journey was ending.

The disembarkation was chaotic as ever, people standing up to be the first to leave the aircraft and several people trying to get their carry on out of the storage. Namon and his sister kept sitting for longer till the hallways of the aircraft were less filled with people. Collecting their luggage from the overhead storage and making their ways to baggage collection. It was routine, but when Namon and his sister approached the border control area, a sense of déjà vu rang in Namon.

Namon’s heart skipped a beat when he approached the metal detectors, the familiar anticipation of the necklace setting off alarms clawing at the edges of his mind. Just as he expected, the detectors flagged him and the security personnel approached him yet again. His sister shot him a reassuring smile while he extended his arm for inspection.

However, this time, something was different.

“Watch closely, Namon,” a seductive voice echoed in his mind, barely a whisper at the fringes of his consciousness.

Namon watched the security of personal scanning him, their attention drawn yet again to the necklace that was locked around his neck. He felt something stir in him and a newfound energy radiated from him. The security officer’s eyes went blank for a second, looking confused at Namon for a moment.

“Thank you for your patience” The personnel finished their inspection and waved him on. Namon felt a mixture of relief and astonishment flush over him. Trough, he could not help to wonder what had just happened. He could feel something, a glance over his shoulder, but when he looked, there was nothing.

“You are welcome, dear,” the sensual feminine voice seemed to whisper in his ear. The presence of her consciousness pressing into his mind. For a moment, he looked around, confused, but found no one other than his sister.

“Are you alright?” She asked. Namon huffed a quick yes in response. The afternoon sun shone through the glass roof while the two made their way to the underground train station. The station had two platforms with two tracks each. Displays hang above each track, showing information about the trains arriving and departing from the platforms.

Namon’s eyes fell on a woman sitting on a bench, her hands resting on her large, pregnant belly. She seemed happy, looking down while waiting for the train to arrive.

“Wouldn’t you be happy like that, too?” The faint voice seemed to whisper in his ear again. “It’s quite possible for you.” The soft little promises continued.

Namon shook his head to get rid of the voice, yet he felt a sudden yearning deep down. A yearning that felt surprised now finally coming to the service, but he had never felt that way before, right?

“Oh, but you always had it in you,” the voice continued to speak to him in a seductive whisper.

Namon forced his eyes to snap back to the train platform before him instead of just staring at the women like some kind of stalker.

He rushed onto the train with his sister when it stopped, finding a nice secluded spot with a window. It had a table and three seats on each side of the table. They used one seat for their luggage, so it was safe with them.

By the time they got home it was already becoming night time and the sun was settling in, however Namon felt awake. Still lagging one another time zone while the world around him was moving forwards into slumber. His sister put herself down on the couch, scrolling on her phone to various dinner options.

“Sushi?” she finally said. “I haven’t had sushi for a long time,”

Namon smiled and placed himself down beside her, selecting what sushi he wanted. He would not say no to sushi.

“Shall I pay for it with the house account?” She asked, taking out the debit card of their shared bank account.

“Why you even ask, it’s food for the both of us, that’s kind of the whole point of having that account,” Namon said back.

“Yeah sure, but it’s expensive,”

“Only the more reason to put it on our shared account. Besides, if we run a deficit on that account this month, we can just add some money from ourselves, right? Assuming you didn’t spend it all,”

His sister opened up a banking app before saying, “yeah I still have some miscellaneous budget left.”

Without further ado, she ordered the sushi and laid her head back, dropping her phone to the choice and staring at the ceiling.

“A new year of study coming up. Well, the final year hopefully. Are you prepared, Namon?”

Namon grunted and laid his head back, too. “As prepared as I ever get, I suppose. This year will be the toughest few classes and I am not looking forward to writing that thesis.”

He received an agreeing hum from his sister. “It will be hard, but I have faith in you, brother.”

“That makes one of us,” He jabbed and stood up to walk to the fridge in the kitchen behind the livingroom. With hesitation, he opened the fridge, half expecting something to just jump out of the fridge. Luckily, nothing smelled or looking like it was going to run away. With a sigh of relief, he grabbed a bottle of pilsner out of the fridge.

“Hey sis! Want a beer?” he yelled from the kitchen.

“Sure!”

After giving Jane one bottle of beer, he let himself fall back on his spot on the couch, waiting for dinner to arrive. “What a holiday. I am glad to be home.” He finally spoke.

“That’s a first for you. Did not enjoy it, Brother?”

“Well, I kinda did, but after the temple I just didn’t quite feel alright.”

Jane snorted, “Well no kidding! You are all moping and distracted after that. That temple really got to you? I can’t say I know why, but if you need me, I am here to talk to.”

“I know, sis,” Namon said softly, looking straight ahead for a moment before grabbing the remote and turning on the television to distract themselves with for dinner to arrive.

Dinner arrived a little later and after their meal of sushi and beer, Namon excused himself to retreat to his room. Knowing he should sleep, his body is tired after the journey. Yet his mind is awake and just running amok with his sleep schedule.

Namon kept staring at the ceiling of his room, laying on the bed with his mind half in the dream world and half in reality. He could see shifting shadows up at his ceiling like he was in the dream world, yet his touch confirmed he was still in bed. He could feel an odd sensation grabbing hold of him, an odd yet familiar sensation

When he gazed around the room, he could see her. The shadowy figure materialising at the centre of his room. Soon the shadow fallen away to unveil a vision of amethyst scales and eyes that seemed to hold galaxies within their depths. The dragoness, her form now taking full shape in front of him, stood in the centre of his room like she turned into reality. Her voice, velvety and intoxicating against his senses.

“Namon.” Her words resonated through his being. “We stand at the crossroads of destiny today, Namon.”

Namon rubbed his eyes to look better at the dragoness before him, her nude form showing off her curves, her generous breasts laid bare for him. He could feel his body respond to her presence, feeling arousal and lust growing in his core.

“Who are you?” He finally dares to ask. “You have been haunting me for long now, but who are you and why are you here!?”

The dragoness smiled and came closer to him, pushing him down onto the bed. “Oh, my little human. Don’t you realise it? I was here all along, ever since you entered the temple that was my prison. Now I am free. Free in your mind,” she tabbed the necklace around his neck. “This little thing is where I am. Why I am here and now, you have a goddess all to yourself.”

She pushed her hips down to grind against his lap. Pushing her scaled slit against his rapidly hardening member trough the fabric of his pants.. “It took a while to take a hold of your mind to become like this, all this effort and no reward. Are you really that ungrateful, Namon?”

He should shout, push her off, and run away. Every fibre in his body that was still sensible screamed that at him when she rode against his pants.

“But I don’t even know who you are!? Why me?” Namon tried to concentrate on everything but the dragoness who was grinding against his lap. It was getting difficult not to look at her, and then a simple claw drawn all his attention at her. She leaned for over, her maw close to his. He could feel every hot breath she took over his face, as if she was right there.

“Oh, where are my manners, dear little Namon? I am Elyndra, and you found my necklace? Don’t worry, little human, I will make it worth your while. Just allow me to do what I do best. Just promise one thing to me.”

“And that is?”

The dragoness raised up her hips and planted them on his head with a smooth, fast motion, pinning down his arms with her legs. “Worship me!” Her voice was demanding.

Almost as demanding as the scent that suddenly washed over his face. It was an intoxicating mix between fire and brimstone and a more feminine scent he could not place but was oh so alluring. The dragoness should not be there. Dragons did not exist. Trough the hot snatch grinding against his face was something that begged to differ from that single fact.

“Namon~,” she whispered ever so sweetly to him. “Are you really going to let your goddess wait? I will not ask again, my little human.”

Namon looked up at her, past her toned belly and well rounded breasts up to those hypnotic eyes that seemed to house galaxies in them. Afraid of what she would do when she could so easily pin him down, he open his mouth and let the dragoness guide him.

She ran down one claws hand trough his hair, roaming through it and joggling his mouth against her slit. Forcing him to swallow more of her scent, more of her alluring rich scent that made his heart pound in his chest and forced all fear aside.

If this was his goddess, he should appreciate her. The first lick came hesitantly. Roaming the outside of her slit and tasting the fire and brimstone on her scales. But quickly he got into it, driving his tongue onwards into her slit and tasting her most intimate scent. The dragoness hissed out in pleasure and he knew; he knew deep within him he should be grateful that the goddess would allow him to service her so intimately.

He pushed his head up into her snatch, enjoying the taste of her, devouring it like it was his addition and the only reason to life. The dragoness on top of him was not subtile about showing that she was enjoying herself. Riding his face and growling while she reached her peak.

“Yes, my little human, drink from me. Devour my slit, like it’s the only food you will ever know. This is where you belong.”

Namon could say nothing but to redouble his effort, and she rewarded him with more of her sweet juices flowing across his face. He did not know why he kept ongoing. He couldn’t breathe between her thighs, yet he did not run out of air. His nose pressed against her clit, rubbing it each time the goddess on top of him moved her hips.

With a thunderous roar, she climaxed, coating her face with her clear juices, claiming him as her human, her pet, her plaything. She basked in the afterglow by groping her breast with one hand and running her hand down through his hair.

“You did good, pet,” she cooed, “and a good pet deserves a reward. “ Her tail pushed down against his groin and his member. Flexing and teasing him in the most intimate way she could.

“Oh, and this looks ever so painful. Do you want a release pet? Release your seed? The sweet afterglow of an orgasm?”

Namon nodded, his face wet and still buried in her snatch. Even if he could, he did not want to break away from her snatch. This was what he desired to have.

The dragoness slowly pulled off from his face, enjoying the mess she made and pushing her claw against her slit and clit. Moaning slightly as she did so.

“Beg for it pet” She opened up her slit to show her vaginal wall. “Beg for release and I will grand it”

“Please Elyndra, I need it, I need release,”

The dragoness growled at him angrily. A claw gripped around his neck. Again, he should not be able to breathe, yet he lacked no air.

“You have not earned to use my name, pet. You may call me Mistress only.”

He swallowed and when she released his neck, he spoke again, “Please Mistress, I need it…”

“and what you need, pet? Tell me, don’t be shy.”

“You mistress. I want you, I want to give myself to you.” He, in the back of his mind, knew this was a mistake. A mistake that felt so right to make. The dragoness grinned on top of him.

She whispered, saying, “Grant your wish by giving yourself to me.”

Namon did not know what to do. Her slit was pushing against the head of his penis, like she was testing him for what he would do. His member became painful with the stimulus he received. He was in bliss between the scent of her juices on his face and her crotch against his member.

Finally, he made his move and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down on his member. Letting it sink into her awaiting snatch. She hissed and gripped his hands. At first he was afraid she was going to stop him, afraid he did something terrible, but then he realised she was letting himself push her down.

Her hot, tight, wet slit soon surrounded his member. Before he could get ready, she pulled from him and push down again. He gasped and moaned at her. A rhythmic pase settled between them and the wet slaps echoed trough what ever reality they now occupied.

He gasped and groaned, gripping her hips while he pushed up for all he was worth. His pleasure was building, quackling, gripping at her body as if he would die when he let go. Yet she rode him free as a bird, gripping her breast with one claw and running the other across her body. Each thrust sends his member deeper into her and closer to a faith sealed.

“Cum for your goddess,” she whispered in a demanding tone and slammed her hips down on him. Pushing him into the bed and locking him in place so there was no escape from what was coming.

He groaned in overwhelming pleasure when he climaxed, sending his seed deep inside. Namon kept ongoing with his climax, squirt after squirt of seed. Producing more sperm than he had ever done so before. It felt as if he was squirting all his energy into him. By the time he was done, he felt more tired than he ever had been.

Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered, “shh my little human, let your goddess take care of you.”

He felt something tingling while he slid out of her, like something was moving down near his crotch, but he paid it no mind as he drifted into sleep in the comforting feeling that he belonged somewhere.