Eragon:Away From It All, On A Cliff, Where No One, No One Can Find Us...
Author's Note:This is my first Eragon/Saphira story. If you have any suggestions for me, please let me know in the comments section. Thanks!
Away From It All, On A Cliff, Where No One, No One, Can Find Us...by Renafan
The winds of war were all Eragon felt as he surveyed the lands of Surda above in his saddle with Saphira, her wings folded outwards taking in the joy (what little could be brought in) from being in the air. So many dead, all because of a twisted man's desire to change by any means necessary. To top it all off, one of his best friends, Murtagh, had been brought back from what he thought was a cold death by Urgals. No, Galbatorix had given him the choice: Serve him or die. Unfortunately for Murtagh, serving Galbatorix was worse than death itself...it was a living hell.
Thinking is hurting you. Reserve your strength. Saphira gazed upon a few choice birds flying by her.
How can I do not anything but not think? The one I thought long since dead..Murtagh...is back, under Galbatorix's control. Even with our t_raining, we stood no chance against him._ Eragon sighed. _Who knows what will happen if we ever face Galbatorix in our current...
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Eragon! Saphira hissed in annoyance, steam blowing out of her cold nostrils.
"What?"Eragon asked out loud, to his own surprise.
Life is full of choices we all must make for ourselves...be we human, dragon, drawf, or elf. I made my choice for you to be my rider, and I didn't make that choice lightly little one. You showed yourself to me...unconsciously if you will.
I don't get what that has to do with our current situation. Eragon sighed, laying his head down upon her scales, feeling the wind breeze right by them.
The choice you made to go along with becoming a Dragon Rider was one of your own free will. Even though I gave you the insignia, you could have traded me away anytime.
"I would never do that...not then, nor ever."Eragon relished the warmth he felt from Saphira's scales.
_That's right. You never left me. You did your best with what you were given, and now you're here and we are still here together even now. Even though the choices we made were not always for the best, they allowed us to learn did they not? Saphira slightly opened her mouth, the air rushing through her mouth.
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"But the choices Murtagh made were not his own! They were forced upon him by Galbatorix!"Eragon argued.
I'm not referring to Murtagh, Eragon. I'm talking about us. Saphira closed her eyes. Nasunda gave me the okay...
What are you up to? Eragon sighed in his own mind this time.
You'll see... Saphira teased, landing on a nearby cliff that overlooked a small forest, sprouted out from a mountain.
Landing with a huge thud, Eragon buckled underneath the pressure that his saddle was causing on his behind. Hopping off Saphira's back, Eragon looked up to the dragon and realized how big she had gotten in the past several months. She had grown big enough to completely encompass Eragon's body in her mouth without hurting him with her teeth. If it came to it and they were stuck in the cold, Eragon had a good source of warmth to look forward to.
"Why are we here today, Saphira?"Eragon sat down upon the ground, dressed in his battle armor.
_I wanted to keep you innocent for as long as possible, but I suppose I cannot hide it from you forever. Eragon, as I told you once before, our connection together...is intimate. We receive emotional feedback from one another...and I cannot help but think of the overwhelming conflict in your heart.
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"Arya."Eragon bit his lip.
Yes...just as I cannot hope to be with Galedr, you cannot hope to be with Arya. Fate has dealt us a heavy blow, but we must not relent. You and I are the hope of an entire race of dragons, a heavy weight that must be shouldered by such young shoulders.
"What's happened to me, Saphira? I am more than human now because of our connection...a creature of magic."
Eragon...being a creature of magic is only one part of the equation. You were blessed by a dragon, given a gift for the future of all dragons in Alagaesia. You...contain the potential for me to produce a dragon egg.
"H-How is that even remotely possible?!"Eragon stammered, standing up.
_Eragon. What I speak of has never been done but the possibility has been talked about in secret among the riders of past generations. The first rider, Eragon, made it so that should the dragons were ever wiped out on a mass scale...one that Galbatorix made possible...that a rider imbued with enough of a dragon's magic could mate with and produce a new dragon egg.
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"It would be pure dragon?"Eragon questioned with nervousness.
Of course. Saphira licked her lips. It wouldn't do for a dragon to have humans legs or weak human eyes, now would it?
"It wouldn't make the dragon a dragon, I suppose."Eragon laughed, sitting down upon the hard, rocky ground."But Saphira, is this right?..."
Saphira pressed her big snout in Eragon's face, gently blowing out steam in his face. Eragon took the blow, hugging the dragon's scaly head. Laying his chin down upon on her nose, he looked into her giant, piercing lizard eyes. She had protected him, just as he had done when she was younger and incapable of fending for herself. They only knew the warmth of each other's hearts.
_What is so wrong with sharing the love we have been denied by those we sought to be together with, Eragon? We will never be 'together' in the traditional sense Eragon, but don't you see...our souls are bound as one. One cannot be without the other for long. That is the essence of a dragon and rider's relationship. We are bound together...and so every once and awhile the dragon and rider must procreate so that the constant emotional feedback doesn't overwhelm our senses. Our love for one another will reach out to every soul on the planet and touch everyone in the faintest of whispers. Some can feel it, while others will not...but it will reach them. Saphira gently caressed his soul with her words.
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"But this time, it's special?"Eragon closed his eyes.
Wiol ono. Saphira whispered to him, sending the boy into a trance.
For you. Eragon whispered back in his most gentle tone, closing his eyes and opening his mind to Saphira's. What happens now?
Keep your eyes closed and only open them when I say. Saphira commanded, entering his mind with his defenses closed down.
Eragon obeyed, keeping his eyes closed and the environment around him in constant awareness, gave himself away to Saphira's mind. Anyone, or anything could attack them at anytime and he didn't want to be unprepared this time like that little instant with Murtagh. How could they be anymore powerful? He felt Saphira's presence totally overwhelm his own, washing over him like a giant ocean wave and envelope him in a warm ocean of love and desire. He felt Saphira's yearning to be with her own kind, and the lonliness she felt deep inside...the void she felt and the rejection from Galedr. He realized he felt the same with Arya now moreso...but in this, he was confused. What he felt for Saphira was different, deeper but it was an innocent love. He blushed at the thought...mating with a dragon?
Open them, little one.
Opening his eyes, he found himself in awe as he was in a beautiful field of long, foxtail grass. The sky was a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and purple hue with a bright, giant sunset in the distance. An ocean was visible in the distance, colored a distinct orange thanks to the fiery flames of the giant star's light. Saphira towered over Eragon, looking to the beautiful thing in the distance and admiring it.
"What is this place?"Eragon looked up to her.
Our harmony. When our minds are truely one, when we are truely at peace...this is where we both will go, for eternity. Anyone else very close to your heart will be able to journey here as well...but you must remember, this is OUR place, the special afterlife we create for ourselves after we die. It will be a long time from now Eragon...we still have much to endure, but one day...we will be here.
"You mean...we're in the afterlife?"Eragon looked at his hand, and quickly felt his heart beating with increasing frequency.
Silly. You're still alive. Saphira nudged his back, pushing him forward a bit. Galedr only told me of this place recently...we make it for ourselves.
"We create this heaven?"Eragon asked, sitting down in the long, brown grass.
Yes. But not many riders have managed to do so. Since you left yourself open to me, I was able to somehow make another 'miracle' as I did with Brom's grave. Now, we will attempt another 'miracle'...a single dragon egg, with your help little one.
"I don't know about this, but I'll do it for you."Eragon smiled from below, looking up to the dragon with wide eyes for him.
I assure you...this will be an experience that will prove better than any you would have with an elf, human, or otherwise. Saphira dropped her scaled head down to his level, breathing in his face.
Eragon felt the musky, hot breath hit his face, the rough waves sending tingles throughout his young, virgin body. He had never truely experienced a young woman's company but he was fully appreciating Saphira's right now. Gently opening her mouth, Saphira stuck the full length of her giant tongue outside her mouth, instructing Eragon to get on it. A little hesitant at first, Eragon nonetheless obeyed, taking hold of the human-sized organ and hugged it close, the soft and slippery surface and hanging on tight. Saphira retracted the tongue inside her mouth carefully, as to not stratch Eragon's fragile human skin. Eragon held on tight, as he entered a hot, wet cavern almost devoid of oxygen but with plenty of carbon dioxide.
Saphira opened her mouth, letting air in so Eragon could breathe freely and openly while in her mouth. Eragon gasped in surprise as Saphira began to move her tongue underneath his privates, the slick surface caressing his tiny manhood underneath. He gasped, his head falling unto the tongue. He felt the slick saliva hitting and covering his face, the hot liquid sticking to his face. Eragon pressed his lips against it, as if to express his gratitude for this chance to help her and express his own love for her. Saphira tossed her tongue around, poor Eragon holding to dear life as he clenched on to the fleshy, slick pink surface.
Having fun?
Yes...actually. Eragon thought back, his penis growing hard from the tongue rubbing he was receiving from Saphira.
The thoughts of being in a dragon's mouth were always nightmarish for Eragon, as he knew that represented a point of no return for many, but for him now...it only meant love. Saphira worked her tongue muscles along the surface of Eragon's penis, the incredible sensations beginning to get to Eragon. His eyes rolled up to the top of his head, and he could hardly take it any longer. The stale air inside the dragon's mouth was strong, and the stench of dead fish was heavy and thick within the mouth of this female.
Eragon couldn't be happier however. He humped into the tongue, much to Saphira's enjoyment, making the moment last that much longer. Together, they worked to make each other happy. The little bit of precum that Saphira could taste was salty and bitter, but it went down smoothly enough. She wanted the real stuff...the 'magic' that would be coursing through her system that would enable her to create an egg, one that Galbatorix would never see. The advantage could be the one they had been looking for...but right now, that was another thought, one of many for the future. The here and now was what mattered at the moment.
Eragon let out a moan from his throat, gasping as his penis spurted out a stream of white cream unto Saphira's tongue. The dragon's eyes went wide outside, the taste harder to take but addicting in its own right. Saphira smacked her lips, all the while slapping Eragon against the roof of her mouth in the meantime. Regaining her senses quickly, Saphira spat the horny and moaning Eragon out unto the grass below her, swallowing the last bits of cum within her mouth. Covered in dragon spit, Eragon looked himself over all the while Saphira knelt her head down, rubbing her giant blue lips against his body, making him roll into a ball.
Eragon...it's time, little one. Saphira snorted, rolling her tongue around his body, wrapping him in warmth. Time to mate with me.
"Okay..."Eragon smiled, wiping the saliva off his face."Show me what I have to do."
Removing her tongue from around his body, Saphira turned around revealing her usually hidden scale covered behind to him, revealing a giant, pink virginity that has gone too long without satisfaction and a giant, round puckered pink anus, yearning for for fulfillment as well. Saphira moved her tail aside, taking note of Eragon's sheer amazement. How would he even be enough to please her?! She was huge! Saphira felt his thoughts inside her head, and laughed to herself. He was forgetting that she could feel what he did. When he penetrated her, both would feel the incredible warmth the both of them felt from each other on a constant basis, only magnified to such an extent never before seen!
Her anus puckered out, demanding satisfaction first. Eragon gulped at the sight, seeing as how it was a little dirty on the outside.
"You're not expecting me to..."Eragon looked up to the smirking dragon, who indicated that was a big yes.
It will not be as bad as you think, Eragon. In fact, you might find that you like cleaning out my rear end...
Cleaning it out?! Eragon found the idea a bit repulsive, but it was for Saphira. If he could risk his life for her, he could come to lick out her tailhole. Laying down upon her side, so Eragon did not have to climb, Saphira lifted her tail aside and let Eragon gaze upon her beautiful pink pucker. It certainly was big, just enough so his entire head could fit inside. Crawling up to it, Eragon felt the outside...it was soft, hot, and fleshy to the touch unlike her hard, sapphire scales. The smell coming from within was very strong, spicy and rough on the senses but not terrible. In fact, it was...comforting, strange as it might sound.
Eragon stuck his head inside the giant pucker much to Saphira's chargin, roaring out loud in enjoyment. Her body recoiled from the forced entry, and shook with utter excitement, shivers of content within Eragon as well. He ran his tongue along the sides of Saphira's giant hole, tasting the excretment of his intimate partner. Saphira's anus tightened her grip around Eragon's body, loving this new side of Eragon's willingness to pleasure her. Licking the fleshy surface of Saphira's bum, Eragon tasted nothing but cinnamon and musky stench. It was strange yet addicting at the same time to them both.
Saphira's tongue hung out of her mouth, recoiling in and out as Eragon continuously lapped at the insides of Saphira's dirty rump, enjoying every minute of it. Unfortunately for Eragon, it would continue for only awhile longer. Saphira could feel the yearning in her giant love canal, her leaking vagina for attention. How long would it be before she gave in to the desire and let Eragon within her? It would still not fulfill her completely, but she needed Eragon now...more than ever, as he needed her. Pushing Eragon out of her pucker, Saphira roared out in proud declaration at the sight. Eragon was covered in stench AND saliva now, something he was not exactly proud of but nonetheless Saphira and Eragon were both proud.
The dragon lifted herself up and while Eragon was vulnerable, carefully wrapped her tail around his body. He felt the dragon's tail muscles vibrating against his ribs and keeping him steady as his head was rubbed against Saphira's anus once again. She loved the feeling of Eragon within her butt, unable to resist the sensation of feeling him against that pucker once again. For Eragon, it was a relief to feel that fleshy entrance once again as well, a smell of roses entering Eragon's nostrils. The smell was random, but it was always nice for the 'victim' so the entrance would be more willing. The love canal however, was not so nice.
Lifting him down to the entrance, Eragon finally gazed upon the snatch he was about to dive into. The odor coming from within the wet, leaky canyon was certainly strong yet still appealing. In fact, it was quite intoxicating and addictive, meant to attract possible male dragons and riders as well. Eragon uttered an inhuman growl, licking his lips in anticipation. He couldn't help himself...it wasn't everyday you saw this much pink virgin flesh, willing especially. In fact, it was a very high honor for any human to gaze upon a dragon as so.
What you see here Eragon will always be yours to partake of for comfort from the outside world, as your body will my personal escape at times. We keep each other sane, little one.
Saphira spread herself as wide as possible, her scales outstretching as far as they could possibly go. In order for Eragon to be successful in this venture, they would have to drop the boy into her virginity and let him procreate from within. It would be quite the harrowing experience for young Eragon, being a novice in the loving making field, but he would do his best Saphira thought to herself. He hadn't let her down before, and now he wouldn't do so. He would make her proud of him, or die doing so.
Lowering him into the open virginity, Eragon once again felt the rush of heat when he was entombed within Saphira's mouth, with that soft, silky tongue rubbing against his manhood. Just thinking of the experience brought little tingles throughout his entire body, especially to his manhood which sprung up at the thought of entering Saphira. He remembered that night when Saphira covered him with her wings, keeping his body warm from the wretched cold outside near the Spine. Now was not unlike that event, but this time he would be bringing the pleasure. With the open virginity completely enveloping his body, Eragon lay himself down upon the fragile, stretchy ground.
He could feel the life blood of this dragon flowing throughout Saphira's body, her great heart pounding with enough power to scare even the most fearsome of Urgals. There was no fear here, in this hot and slick place of pink flesh...only love.
Eragon...feeling you inside me, it's like we are truely one now. The feelings of anticipation and nervousness I'm receiving from you are intense...I never thought you like this.
"The same applies here, Saphira. I'm feeling your own feelings of need and desire...and I will help you out, anyway I can. I am yours, now and forever."
Thank you, little one...thank you.
Clenching his teeth together, sweat pouring down his forehead...Eragon gasped as the pussy closed around him leaving him in the dark allowing him to push down into the flesh below him. Saphira roared, the boy piercing her virginity full on! He might not have the manhood of a dragon, but the feeling was amplified with the use of magic and their close bond. Nothing could ever have been greater, the partnership between dragon and rider using their power to bring hope to an entire race and love to one another when rejection was all they felt at the present time.
The birds sang in the skies overhead in the 'heaven' created by Eragon and Saphira, the dragon barely holding unto on to the boy inside the virginity, her legs shaking underneath the pressure from keeping her virginity clenched like so. Eragon continued to pound on, pressing into her for the good of both of their spec...what was he saying?! They were doing this for themselves, Eragon thought, and they both knew it. The "bringing hope to the species" was just an excuse, he thought...but true, nonetheless. The only reason he was doing this...was for her, for Saphira. Ever since she came into his life, Saphira had been there for him. Brom, Arya, Murtagh, Angela, Solembum...Roran....they were all his friends, but Saphira was the one he was connected to.
He would do anything for her, even if it meant suffication within her virginity. There could be no other death...because if he died, then that meant they died together here...they would be together for eternity. They knew they would fall in love with others eventually, but it wouldn't be the same. The heat continued to pour on to him within, the crevices of the pussy clenching against his body. He pressed in further, humping into the small hole just big enough for him to send his cum into (though it could stretch to adapt to whatever dragon decided to make her a possible pleasure 'toy' or mate). Saphira released azure flames into the skies, as Eragon pressed in one LAST TIME...releasing a stream of life into her body before passing out within her, thinking to become one with the very dragon herself...
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Eragon.
Waking up in a shock, Eragon found himself no longer in the rich environment of their mind but the hard, cold grip of reality. It was night, and the stars shined brightly over the horizon. He was on the cliff they had landed on earlier, Saphira's giant eyes gazing down upon him once again. Eragon wiped the sweat off his forehead, and inhaled the stench...it smelled of dragon. Was the experience real?!
What we just experienced was no mere illusion Eragon...we really did mate in our mind's eye, and it was just enough to produce...this.
"Huh."Eragon stood up, looking upon a clear green stone. It was the same exact size and weight of Saphira's egg, the only difference being the color.
We did it, Eragon, but...
"But what?"Eragon asked.
The dragon refuses to hatch for anyone. He says that he will wait one thousand years before hatching to anyone...and that our egg must remain here, hidden from enemy eyes...away from Galbatorix.
"Why? How can the dragon even..."
You remember, Eragon, that I waited many, many years before hatching to you. A dragon can remain in the egg as long as one wants, provided the egg is never compromised. Any other egg we produce is ours, but we must not produce one for ten years.
"TEN YEARS?! That's..."
It means we must defeat Galbatorix as originally planned. The egg remains here...as the youngling wishes. Don't ask me how I know...he just tells me. He is OUR child after all, little one. Saphira smiled, nudging his armor clad body.
"At least we brought hope to your people...if only a little bit."Eragon looked away, and up to the stars.
Don't forget little one...my kind is not the only ones we brought hope to. We brought it...to ourselves. Know that I will always be here to keep your spirits up, that I will not leave you willingly. Saphira's tongue flicked at his face gently.
"Wiol ono...Wiol ono, Saphira."Eragon whispered in the ancient language, closing his eyes to meditate.
Fin.