{"sf1_id":2069536,"sf2_id":"k1VJE9D1","title":"Blind Luck","author":"JhonR","words":6478,"posted_at":"2023-11-07T05:06:09.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Death","Dragoness","Elden ring","Facesitting","Fanfiction","Human","Humor","Impregnation","M/F","Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2069536-blind-luck","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VJE9D1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=2069536\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"This isn't a story that's meant to, ahem, 'Get you off', if you know what I mean ;)  \nNo, this is just a story, or rather, a prologue of a story, that WOULD NOT LEAVE MY HEAD. So I sat my happy ass down, took a shot of vodka, and wrote the damn thing after work and before I went to bed (which should be... 5 minutes ago. Damn). So yes, I wrote this story in... six-ish hours? I don't normally write short stories, so I'm curious how this will go.  \nRight, so all that aside, I'm a writer who used to be of some renown on certain sites, but never on this one. So, this is my first story I'm uploading to SoFurry! This is a FanFiction, but honestly, I think this story belongs here over anywhere else. I enjoyed writing it, and although my skills as a writer are pretty rusty... right, so, don't expect the LOTR or ASOIAF, yeah? We'll be golden there.  \n  \nThis is honestly my attempt at posting content online again, something I haven't done since like 2019 for \\*reasons\\*. I would appreciate any criticism so long as its helpful! If you want to flame, by all means, go right ahead! I'm not particularly concerned about that. However, I do want to improve, and if people like this, well, maybe I'll continue it? Maybe make something actually worthy of the title 'Smut'. No matter, this is awfully vanilla for what I normally write.  \n  \nEnjoy! Seriously, please enjoy!  \n  \nEDIT: Oh my gods I'm such an idiot. Apologies, fair folk of the furry wilds, but this humble writer here was tired last night and, unused to this website... I didn't post all of the story like a complete \\*idiot\\*! So, that's fixed! Oof but I feel stupid XD  \n  \nEDIT 2: Right, so apparently there's a word cap for stories on this site, so that's a thing! I don't feel quite so stupid now. Part the Second is going up momentarily!","content":"It was blind luck that had her seeing him for the first time. Her world was a haze then, lost in the world of her mind, sanity perhaps not lost, but set aside for the time being. Sanity would ensure that the pain she felt, the pain that consumed her, heart and soul, would destroy her. As such, she set it aside, allowing the world and reality to blur for millennium, attacking those who bore the same traces as the ones who ruined her life… those who took all that she had ever loved away from her.\n\nThose like _him_, he who sacrificed his sanity for his love of another.\n\nBlind luck had her flying over the southern reaches of the Altus Plateau, blind luck had her inspecting the coffins that surrounded a Shard of Grace and the ill Omens that inhabited it. Blind luck that, just as she was about to turn away, _he_ appeared.\n\nNo, not _him_. _He_, another.\n\nWhat stood out to her, at least at first, was the fact that this man… was almost entirely _naked_. A dirtied and battered loincloth was all that he wore, the wretched looking thing seemingly held in tact by magic alone, given how patched and marred in dirt and grime the thing was. The man himself was just as dirty and ragged, perhaps more so than his garments, covered in soot with blistered bare feet, the appendages almost _charred_.\n\nIt drew her attention to him, idle curiosity for the most part. That changed to _rage_ and _fury_ when the man _touched the shard_… and it _responded_.\n\nA Tarnished, scum of the Lands Between, those who live in death, guided by the Grace of the Two Fingers and _like **him** _.\n\nA fury descended upon her then, a fury that, for a brief instance, brought clarity to her mind. That clarity allowed her to watch as he, wielding a blasted _club_ of all things, attacked the Omens and… killed them. Easily, in fact, her sharp ears picking up something _musical_ coming from the man as he fought, bashing the brains out of the hideous beasts.\n\n_“Heave a pawl, oh heave away! Weigh hey, roll and go! The anchor's onboard and the cable's all stored, to be rollicking randy dandy-oh!\"_\n\n_A sailor?,_ some dim part of her mind thought, only to be immediately buried under her rage.\n\nThe _Tarnished_, singing all the while, made quick work of the omens, despite his sub-par weapon. From there, he started to make his way up, through the coffins, and towards the pass that would lead him into the Altus Plateau proper.\n\n_Not on my watch!,_ she mentally roared, before soaring down and around to land in the clearing before the pass, her impact shaking the very earth beneath his feet. Then, keeping a baleful eye on him, she _roared_, flaring her four wings behind her so that this _creature_ might know fear before her terrible might, her roar calling down the red lightning of the Ancient Dragons… a display she was _certain_ would show the foul creature the error of his existence.\n\nAfter all, he wouldn't be the first Tarnished that she had driven to insanity.\n\nHer roar ended, she untensed her wings and looked down on the man, who had frozen in delicious _fear_, and she _glared_ at him. Then, seeing as he was still rooted in place with wide eyes, she stood atop her hindlegs, bringing her left arm up across her torso as she summoned her most notable and powerful ability; her Glaive.\n\nAnd, before he could react, she swept it down upon him, her attack annihilating him in an instant as he turned to naught but _ash_. Satisfaction suffused her then… though she knew how Tarnished worked. He would return, at this very shard of Grace, come the morn.\n\nAnd he would find her waiting for him, a feral grin on her muzzle as she relished the thought.\n\n**[=]**\n\nLike clockwork, every morning as the light fell upon the Grace, _he_ appeared. Every morning, like clockwork, he fought his way through the omens with ease. And, like clockwork, every morning, upon his killing the wretched omens, he would face _her_… where he would freeze in place and _stare_ at her.\n\nAnd, like clockwork, she would kill him each and every time.\n\nDay after day, week after week, for _months_ this continued. By the second week, she felt something was off. By the third, his fighting through the omens was more and more hurried, and by the fourth? He no longer even sang, he just ruthlessly dispatched the omens with an ease that she might have found impressive at one point in her life.\n\nYet not once did he attack her. Not once did he even _attempt_ to dodge her strike… something she was loathe to admit he was very well capable of doing, particularly after having seen it for the thirtieth time. But he never did.\n\nFor months this continued, perhaps even years, and not once did the routine change. Not once, that is… until it did.\n\nOne morning, like every other, he resurrected at the same shard of Grace. This time, however… he didn't blitz towards the omens. Instead, he looked towards her, from where she stood in the clearing that overlooked the Grace he resurrected upon, having long-since decided to just remain inside the clearing instead of taking the time to fly around and land before him. She looked back at him, feeling curious despite herself as she tilted her head at him.\n\n_This is new,_ she thought, wondering what had changed.\n\nThen he nodded once at her, turned around… and stepped upon the elevator to descend back into the depths of the tunnels he'd arrived from. She blinked at that. _He… is not coming?,_ she wondered, pondering if she had succeeded in breaking him finally. He'd lasted _far_ longer than any other, after all… but no. The man didn't seem _broken_… though he was perhaps a little mentally slow.\n\nDeciding that this was obviously a trap for her, the man likely expecting her to think he'd given up and to fly away, only for the foul _thing_ to sneak past her then! _Yes,_ she thought, growling lowly. _That is it exactly! I will show this filthy Tarnished the error of his ways, thinking that he can best one such as I through_ trickery_!_\n\nSo she sat there, glaring at the singular entrance to the area… and she waited.\n\nAnd waited.\n\nFirst, it was minutes. Then hours. Then days… then weeks… then months… then years. All the while, she waited for him, her certainty of it being a trap growing less and less… as a hollow feeling grew within her. That feeling scared her, for in it, she realized something.\n\nShe had grown… attached, to the Tarnished. For over three years he had been a constant in her life, the start of each day beginning with him. She _loathed_ him, of course, but all the same… he had _always_ been there, marching steadfastly through the pesky omens to be killed by her hand again and again. He was routine… he was _expected_.\n\nAnd he was gone.\n\nThe passing of time started to mean nothing to her once again, the clarity her killing the man repeatedly had granted her fading as the hollowness suffused her once again. She hated the man for that, even worse than she'd hated him before.\n\nYet she couldn't bring herself to _leave_, always expecting him to show up. _This will be the day,_ she would think, upon the light touching the shard. _He will show up today. This is the day._\n\nIt never was.\n\nShe began to sleep again as she waited, something she'd been loathe to do for so many years, given the treachery of the Tarnished as she knew them. It was a constant thought in her mind that, the moment she closed her eyes, she would finally feel the impact of his silly club as it struck her scales… but eventually, her tiredness caught up to her and she had to.\n\nAnd she never felt that strike.\n\nSo she waited.\n\n**[=]**\n\nShe woke up slowly, her sharp ears attentive instantly as she listened to the sounds of the insects, the small lake in the distance, the flowers, the wind, the omens-.\n\nA stillness washed over her, something off. She listened harder, trying to figure out what was off. After a moment, it clicked.\n\nShe couldn't hear the omens, lumbering about.\n\nSlowly, a small, tiny hope flickering in her mind that brought another bout of clarity, she opened her eyes.\n\nAnd she was immediately met with the sight if _he_, sitting upon the grass, less than ten feet from her. Only… he was _different_.\n\nGone was the tattered loincloth. Gone was the silly club. Gone was the dirt, the grime, the blackened feet. In its place, he wore non-reflective black and grey armor, fitting his form succinctly and perfectly, an ethereal cape flowing over his shoulders and arms like the clearest of water. A golden circlet was around his head, the hood of his cloak resting upon his upper back. Sitting cross-legged, there was a _beautiful_ glaive resting across his thighs… a glaive that looked oddly familiar.\n\nAnd he was staring directly at her with rapt attention, a focus in his eyes that she only then realized had always been present, his eyes a brilliant blueish-green that almost seemed to glow with the light of the Grace behind them.\n\nShe stared at him, blinking slowly in confusion. She knew she could sleep for a while, and she had little doubt that she had been asleep for… days, perhaps weeks or months even. And, for the strangest reason, she didn't think that he'd been sitting there for only a short amount of time. That… confused her. Troubled her, even, knowing that she'd been at his mercy that entire time… yet he had done nothing.\n\nSlowly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the atmosphere with too sudden a movement, she raised her head… as a maelstrom of emotions ran rampant inside her heart.\n\nThey stared at each other then, for a long, long time. Finally, realizing that she was accomplishing nothing, she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. It confused her even further when the man breathed _in_ as she exhaled, garnering another blink from her… before she mentally shook off the confusion.\n\n“You,\" she spoke, frowning at the man as he _visibly_ perked up upon hearing her speak. “You are… here.\"\n\nThe man tilted his head for a moment, and then nodded once, giving her a small smile. “I am,\" he agreed, his voice that of the smoothest silk, with a bass to it that rattled pleasantly in her eardrums.\n\nShe pushed those thoughts aside as well. “You left,\" she challenged him, her eyes narrowing. The man's smile turned sad.\n\n“You waited,\" he returned, causing her to frown. More emotions roiled deep within her.\n\nThey were silent again, staring at each other. Finally, she _had_ to ask, tilting her head. “Why?\" she asked, her heart thumping _powerfully_ inside of her chest. She mentally cursed at it, wondering just what the hell was going on with her.\n\nThe man was silent for a long while, just staring at her, his sharp eyes taking in everything… and missing _nothing_. Then, after she wondered if she would have to speak again, he spoke once more.\n\n“I needed to see you again,\" he informed her, causing her head to jerk back as she stared at him with wide eyes, her heart beating a furious rhythm that she was _certain_ he could hear. Waves upon waves of emotion crashed down upon her, so tumultuous and confusing that she found it difficult to focus on them.\n\nDespair. Rage. Sorrow. Misery… and, most baffling of all, _joy_. A joy so powerful she genuinely considered that he was playing a trick on her, that some sorcery or incantation was muddling with her thoughts, with her feelings. But… no, that wasn't correct. She could _feel_ the genuineness of them. The sincerity behind the sensation that was strong enough that she _knew_ it _had_ to be real.\n\nA great shudder wracked her body, from snout to tail-tip, as, for the first time in _millennia_… she _felt warm_.\n\nHer confidence, however… was well and truly shattered with that simple remark. She hesitated, before lowering her head slightly so as to be level with his own piercing gaze. “Why?\" she asked again, her voice loathsomely _small_.\n\nThe man, _he_, smiled at her again. “Because you are the most beautiful sight these eyes of mine have ever seen,\" he admitted, those eyes sparkling. She jerked her head back as though he had struck her, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at him with wide eyes… feeling horror now.\n\nShe stared at him.\n\nHe stared back.\n\nShe tilted her head next.\n\nHe smiled broadly.\n\nShe crushed him into the earth below with a paw.\n\n**[=]**\n\nA new routine was established then, a routine that was much the same as it had once been. Oh, there were differences. For one thing, she was far more lucid now than she could ever remember being, since her world first fell apart that is. The world seemed… _bright_. There were no more overtures of grey, no more haze or fog clouding her vision, and her anger, pain and sorrow no longer seemed to be as wrenching as they had once been.\n\nAnd all of that, she _knew_ she could lay solely at _his_ feet.\n\nThe light would touch upon the Grace, and he would be there. With his glaive, a glaive she _knew_ was based upon her own creation, he would dance his way through the omen creatures. He was faster than before, more graceful, and there was a strength and power in his movements that she couldn't help but admire. He moved like a predator, like a being far beyond his diminutive size.\n\nHe moved like a dragon, she personally thought.\n\nIt was not lost on her that the way he moved and fought so neatly mirrored her own movements and actions with her own glaive. It also was not lost on her that the glaive he used was imbued with the aspect of Red Lightning… though she knew not how he had managed that.\n\nUpon his finishing off the omens, another aspect changed in their routine. She no longer instantly killed him, being the main one. Instead, she watched as he moved to the same spot, next to an Altus Bloom, where he would then sit… and _look_ at her.\n\nShe allowed him that, from the simple generosity that suffused her magnanimous magnificence. And if it also allowed her to look at _him_, well… no one need know that, no?\n\nThen, after a long moment of them admiring looking at each other… she crushed him.\n\nAnd the cycle would repeat, again and again, day after day, week after week. Admittedly, she took longer and longer to kill him each time, so that she could be with him study him longer. Soon enough, they were spending their entire day just looking at each other, never a word being spoken.\n\nUntil he decided to speak, anyway.\n\n**[=]**\n\n“I have a request,\" he spoke, his wonderful voice surprising her with its sudden appearance.\n\nShe blinked, before tilting her head at him. “I am listening,\" she returned, watching as his entrancing familiar smile made an appearance.\n\n“When you kill me,\" he began, causing her to blink slowly. “Could you… sit on me?\"\n\nSilence deafened the area around them. She _stared_ at him, her eyes widened beyond what was reasonable, as he stared back at her expectantly. Slowly, she could feel blood beginning to rush towards her cheeks, hidden beneath her scales as she _blushed_.\n\nFinally, when her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, she decided to act as a being of her glorious magnificence rightfully should when treated with such a _unique_ request.\n\nShe swatted him aside with her forepaw for having the _audacity_ to ask such a… such a _thing_! He struck the nearby cliff face with a muted grunt, before he flopped onto the ground, groaning in pain. Still not satisfied, she _growled_ as she prowled towards him, not pausing when she reached him as she lowered her head and gently took his foot into her maw. Then she, _gently_, threw him into the center of the clearing, where he let out _another_ grunt.\n\nAnd _still_ not satisfied, she stalked towards him once more to glare down at him, anger and righteous fury coursing through her veins as he stared up at her with a dazed expression, almost certainly concussed. She waited, glaring down at him, until some semblance of cognizance entered his gaze. Once she saw that, she lowered her head until she was _right_ above him… and _growled_, the man swallowing thickly.\n\nThen she whipped around and promptly _sat_, feeling his body make her seat feel rather lumpy. Curiously, he didn't disappear immediately, prompting her to frown. Then she grinded down atop him, and only _then_ did his body give out, her rear soon feeling nothing but soft grass beneath it.\n\nWhen the next morning came, and he made his way back up to her, she only looked at him for four hours before she promptly turned around and sat on him again, certain that her ire was appropriately conveyed after that.\n\nThe next day on, she demonstrated her magnanimous mercy by waiting until night fell to sit on him again.\n\n**[=]**\n\nThis new routine had an… _interesting_ affect on her. Not at first, no, but, over time… well, her methods _changed_. For starters, after a certain amount of time had passed, she no longer rushed to kill him when she sat on him. Instead, she would just _barely_ put pressure on him at first, and just rest there, not crushing him, just… smothering him, actually. Only right before he lost consciousness would she put her full weight on him and kill him.\n\nThe first day after she had done that, was the _happiest_ she'd ever seen him, the man unable to boisterously and joyfully shout out his inane sailor shanties as he fought his way towards her. He could _not_ stop smiling at her either, and honestly? She found that it was _nice_. She _liked_ that she was able to make him so happy.\n\nPurely because she was a merciful dragon, of course. That was definitely it.\n\nThat was also why she continued to kill him in such a manner as well, of course. Definitely not because of the arousal she could smell on him every time she did.\n\nAnd definitely not because of _her_ arousal when she did, nope, definitely not.\n\nAs time passed, however, things also began to change. It started small enough, letting him live past nightfall. Then she didn't _immediately_ press her rear against him as she moved to crush him, letting the man look at her shapely rear and… _other_ things. That definitely wasn't moisture in her slit either, nope, definitely not. It was… tears! Yes, she was crying from having to force- ugh, alright, so she was horny.\n\nThen, after having _that_ as their routine for a while, she would sit on him… but not _kill_ him. Instead, she just rested there, letting him enjoy himself (because she was really fooling no-one with her denial) for as long as he wanted. Of course, that first time still led to her killing him on accident, but that was because she had _not_ been expecting the man _to lick her slit_!\n\nShe didn't apologize the next day, though she _did_ inform him that it had not been her intention to kill him then. It was one of the rare times that _she_ initiated a conversation… and just as the others, he was very understanding.\n\nIt didn't hurt that she was more prepared that night and, as such, didn't accidentally kill him when he started to lick and rub her entrance again. It was surprising, however, that he _actually_ managed to make her feel _pleasure_ as he performed his actions.\n\nThen she accidentally killed him again when he plunged his fist inside of her, making her climax on the spot.\n\n**[=]**\n\n“I did not mean to kill you then,\" she informed him, as soon as he sat down in his familiar spot. She ignored that she was basically echoing herself from the day before, but… well. She grimaced, and mentally cursed how _good_ she felt today. “And… that was… _nice_.\"\n\n“Totally worth it,\" he agreed, grinning at her in a way that had her insides doing funny things. A glint entered his beautiful eyes, one that she felt _very_ familiar with. “For the record, I _love_ how you taste~…\"\n\nHeat suffused her cheeks once more, and she couldn't stop herself from looking away from him. “O-of course,\" she stammered, mentally cursing herself again. _You're acting like a damn whelp!,_ she mentally complained. “As you should!\"\n\nInstantly she was cursing herself again.\n\n“Oh?\" he chuckled, a hint of _something_ in his voice. “I should, should I? Why is that?\"\n\nShe hesitated for a moment, before she shook herself and looked at him with an imperious expression. “It is only right and proper that you enjoy my gifts,\" she sniffed haughtily, raising her chin.\n\nHis laughter then was music to her ears… and she realized, with all the subtlety of Radahn, something important there. Something she never would have thought possible, something she _hadn't_ thought possible, not for millennia. And, while the implications _terrified_ her… she also felt an enormous wave of _relief_.\n\nRelief that she could acknowledge this part of herself.\n\nRelief that she could _love again_.\n\nThat night, as like the night before, she didn't crush him when she sat on him. Nor did she negatively react as he started to lick at her slit again, her arousal and appreciation made _very_ clear through her sex… and through her voice, though she tried to keep quiet. When her climax came, and it _did_ come, she was _very careful_ to not crush him again.\n\nInstead, she remained locked into position above him, letting him continue to pleasure her as she came, quaked and shivered, again and again.\n\nEventually, after it was well into the night, she moved once more. Her human laid on his back, a broad grin on his lips and a pleased expression in his eyes as he looked at her expectantly. She studied him for a long, long moment.\n\nThen she hummed, and laid down, curling her body around him so that he was pressing against her jaw as she draped two of her wings over her head… and his body in turn. He blinked, turning his head to stare at her, a stare she deliberately avoided. She also avoided noticing the wet sheen that was over his face, and what she _knew_ to be the origin of it.\n\n“You're not gonna kill me?\" he asked, sounding incredulous… and _pleased_.\n\nShe chuffed, pointedly _not_ looking at him. “Go to sleep, human,\" she muttered, earning a broad smile from him.\n\nThen he shifted to press further into her jaw as he laid down. “I haven't slept in decades,\" he murmured, earning a curious hum from her. She hadn't known him to be that old, but then again… well, they _had_ been playing this game for some twenty or thirty years, hadn't they?\n\n“You do not sleep when you die?\" she asked, her voice conveying her curiosity. She'd always _assumed_ that this was what happened… well, that was what _he_ told her.\n\nIt was curious that thinking about _him_ didn't bother her as much as it once had.\n\nHer human sighed heavily. “No, I don't sleep then,\" he denied, shaking his head. He hesitated for a moment, before he hummed. “At first, when this all began for me, I _hated_ death. I kept reliving my last experiences, over and over and over again… they say that your life flashes before your eyes when you die, ya know? Well, that's true… in a sense. For me, the first 20 times or so, that's what happened. Then, after that, it started to limit itself to just the last few minutes before my end… but once I'm truly _dead_, it's over in an instant. Like I blink, and suddenly, I'm alive again.\"\n\nShe blinked at that, turning her head to gaze at him. “You relive the moment of your death then?\" she verified.\n\nHe turned his head to give her a sharp, feral grin that had her heart speeding up. “Why do you think I was so happy after the first time you sat on me?\" he asked, his voice a playful tease as she blushed. _Again_. “That was the first death I had where I truly saw _heaven_ before I died… and I got to see it again, and again, and again… _bliss_~.\"\n\nThat… was the single _oddest_, yet most flattering, compliment she'd ever received.\n\n“You are strange, human,\" she admitted her thoughts, side-eyeing him as he grinned at her. “But… it is… pleasant.\"\n\nHe smiled at her for a moment longer, before he hummed and shifted to face her directly. “I'm happy you feel that way,\" he informed her, to which she hummed as well. He hesitated for a moment, clearly wanting to say _something_. However… after a long moment, he seemed to decide against it, though that just left her all the more curious. “Thank you.\"\n\nThe gratitude was surprising… though only because she wasn't certain what it was that she had done to deserve _thanks_. At least, what it was since they had started speaking. She quirked a brow. “What for?\" she questioned.\n\nHe hesitated again, before he sighed and slumped against her, much to her private delight. “For making this existence bearable,\" he murmured.\n\nThose words struck a chord within her that resounded more than anything she had heard or experienced before. So much so, that she couldn't find words to speak for the rest of the night as they fell into a comfortable slumber.\n\n**[=]**\n\nThe next day was… _strange_, for her. She had initially woken up expecting to be greeted by her human coming from the Grace. Instead, she had been woken up to the feeling of her human, stroking her jaw. She blinked at that, not pulling away from his touch, but changing the angle of her head to look at him better.\n\nHe smiled at her, a softer smile than any she had seen from him. “You're beautiful,\" he confessed, causing her to blush once more. “It was… nice, waking up to see you.\"\n\nShe stared at him for a long moment, struggling to find the words to speak to convey her _own_ thoughts on the matter. After a long moment, she defaulted on nodding. “You're welcome,\" she said magnanimously. Then she mentally cursed herself for picking up his manner of speaking, butchered words and all.\n\nHer human chuckled, however, and she found herself relaxing again. For a time, they both just stayed there, with her sheltering him beneath her wings, and he caressing her in a way that she, though she would never admit it (not yet, anyway), _loved_. It was, quite honestly, the most wonderful way she could imagine waking up.\n\n“You left before,\" she suddenly spoke, earning a hum. It surprised her that those events, his returning to her, happened _years_ ago by this point. _How time flies,_ she mused. She mentally shook the thought away. “I was… not myself. I have not been for quite some time… so I did not think to ask before. However… you left. Why?\"\n\nHer human _beamed_ at her. “I had things I needed to get done,\" he informed her, earning a blink. “They… actually didn't take as long as I expected them to. I was done with all of those inside of two years. After that… well, my dear, it is my intention to woo you, and I could not see one as incredible as yourself settling for a… shall we say, _sub-par_, male, no?\"\n\nOnce again, she found herself blushing as she stared at him. “W-woo?\" she stammered, not even bothering to curse herself this time. At his grin, she shook herself, careful not to accidentally crush him. “Of course I would not settle for a sub-par mate! But… but strength is also not the primary thing I look for…\"\n\nHe blinked at that, tilting his head in a manner similar to herself whenever she was curious. “You aren't worried about someone's strength?\" he asked, a dull edge to his voice then.\n\nShe shook her head, frowning at him as she wondered if maybe she had… hurt him? Was that what she saw in his eyes?\n\nInstead, he groaned as he slammed his head back onto the grass, slapping his face with his hand. “Damnit!\" he snapped, causing her to blink in confusion. “I could have been back decades ago!\"\n\nNow… she was even _more_ confused. “Why do you say this?\" she asked, her tone cautious.\n\nHe groaned, rubbing his face and shaking his head in abject denial. “Because I fucking wasted those decades empowering myself with runes!\" he complained, a plaintive whine in his voice that she found amusing, all told.\n\n“Oh?\" she asked, grinning despite herself. After all, sure it hadn't been pleasant at the time, but… realistically, for an immortal being such as herself, a few decades is nothing to fret over. Especially given her human's living death state. “And what number of Runes did you think might warrant my affection? How much power am I worth, hmm?\"\n\nHe paused at her mirthful tone, before he sighed and looked at her in crushed amusement. “1.7 billion,\" he admitted.\n\nShe froze then, her eyes wide. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes closed. It felt as though a weight were pressing down upon her… and she hated that she found _comfort_ in that weight.\n\n“That's… the highest tier,\" she observed, her voice awed. “The highest manner of strength one such as you can reach… I am truly worthy of that to you?\"\n\nHer human turned towards her again, giving her a warm smile. “You are worthy of far, far more,\" he refuted.\n\nShe realized then, that her human was a special kind of idiot. _Her_ idiot. She smiled at him, something that had _his_ heart picking up, and she was surprised he could even see her smiling, given their angle and difference in form.\n\nAfter a moment of thought, she came to another decision. “You wish to woo me?\" she asked, to which he nodded, smiling broader. It was hard not to smile back. “Very well… I can become a human for you to-.\"\n\n“No,\" he refuted, shaking his head as she froze, before frowning in confusion. “I want _you_, you as in the beautiful and incredible dragoness that stole my heart from the moment I first saw her. You need not change yourself for me, my dear… I prefer you as you _are_.\"\n\nShe blinked again, feeling her cheeks heat up once again. “O-oh,\" she stammered, before shivering slightly. “That is… thoughtful, of you. However, I believe that there will be… _issues_, with the two of us performing certain acts as we are. I am… a great deal bigger than you, human.\"\n\nHer human grinned widely, winking at her. “More of you to love,\" he _purred_.\n\n_Love,_ she thought, her eyes widening once more. Her heart skipped a beat, before it started hammering even harder, deep inside her chest. _That word again… it has been… far too long, I should think, since I had heard that word spoken aloud._\n\nIt lit a fire inside her, one that burned hotter than any fire she had ever made. Her eyes locked onto her human… and she made another decision. “I am of the mind that physical intimacy is required for mates to truly be happy,\" she informed him, her voice hard. He jerked back slightly, eyes widening at her sudden intensity. “What is more, physical intimacy should be _pleasurable_ for _both_ parties involved. If you wish to woo me, human, as I am, then I will need confirmation that we can _both_ achieve pleasure through each other. If not, then I shall change as I am into a more appropriate form.\"\n\nIt amused her that it didn't seem to click with him that she had already been wooed. That she _just explained_ that, if it did not work with her in her natural form, then she would change herself to _make_ it work. That, no matter how he performed… he was hers, just as she was his.\n\nInstead, his eyes narrowed in determination upon hearing her challenge. “Well,\" he said, grinning at her suddenly, his eyes _sparkling_. “I already proved last night that _I_ can pleasure _you_ in this form. That just means that _you_ have to pleasure _me_ as you are, no?\"\n\nShe blinked at that. Then she frowned, tilting her head. “That… does fulfil the letter of my words,\" she admitted, frowning. She didn't even feel bashful then for admitting, indirectly, that he had pleasured her so the night prior. Really, she just felt… _flattered_. That he thought her so attractive as she was now, differences and all, that he would find _loopholes_ so that she needn't change her form for him.\n\nEven if she hoped they could achieve mutual pleasure at the same time.\n\n“Excellent!\" he declared, clapping his hands together and rubbing them furiously. Then he grinned at her. “Then we should get to it, no?\"\n\nAmusement filled her, flashing through her eyes as she stared at him. “Very well,\" she agreed, dipping her head. “How would you like to use me to try and pleasure yourself? My body… is yours.\"\n\nOnce more, her blatant declaration of his success went over his head. Instead, his eyes _sparkled_. “On your back would be easiest,\" he said, and she quirked a brow, wondering at what he had planned. All the same, she just mentally shrugged and rolled over, onto her back.\n\nHer human immediately took in her soft underbelly, his eyes drinking in her svelte form. Then his gaze landed on her slit in her crotch… and she felt herself moisten, ever so slightly. That 'slightly' increased a great deal, however, as he made a beeline for her hindquarters, her tail lazily coiling and shifting among the grass.\n\nThen he climbed atop her, while she watched with her head craned between her forelegs as he got himself to an appropriate position. It amused her, and also somewhat aroused her, to see that her sex was big enough that _his entire body_ could likely fit inside of her… and honestly, if he was willing at some point, she was interested in trying that.\n\nFor now, however, she just clenched her entrance as tightly shut as possible, doing her best to make sure that he _enjoyed_ his reward. Even if she almost certainly wouldn't feel much.\n\nThose words, ringing in her head, were only slightly disproven immediately upon him dropping his pants. Her brows rose in interest, as her human grabbed his shaft, which was _very_ large… for his species and size, she was certain. Perhaps a foot long, and as thick around as three of his fingers. Genuinely impressive… but not _nearly_ large enough for her to receive as much pleasure as he would get.\n\nBut he _would_ be able to get pleasure from her, that was for certain.\n\n“Gods your sexy,\" he breathed, her sharp hearing barely able to pick it up. All the same, it made her blush. Her blush only deepened as he angled himself, pressing his crown against her clenched slit. There was something so… _erotic_¸ about seeing a man of his stature, getting ready to attempt to breed her. Especially when he was smaller than her hindleg.\n\nShe felt the faintest bit of pressure from where he was pressing his cock into her, and she focused on tightening her slit even more there. Her human _groaned_ in pleasure, immediately fulfilling her requirements, as he _slowly_ forced his way inside of her, actually having to use a _lot_ of his strength to beat her piercing resistance. (AN: I am so sorry, _but I had to!_) She crooned encouragingly at him, not lessening her grip at all.\n\nAnd then he slid past her entrance and inside of her canal, the rest of his length following suit as his crotch _slapped_ against her own. She was _immediately_ in such bliss that she _almost_ came. Almost. It wasn't that he felt amazing inside of her, though he truly did… just not in the typical, physical sense. He felt _amazing_ inside of her… because she _wanted_ it to. She _loved_ him, and she knew it… and there was _nothing_ like being so completely connected with the one you love.\n\nAnd, while he hadn't explicitly stated as much (as she had not either), she was _certain_ that he loved her as well.\n\n“So _good_~,\" she moaned, leaning her head back. Her human chuckled at her words, though she paid his amusement no mind. She need not explain herself in this manner… though she would, should he ask.\n\nAnd then she felt his crotch slapping against her slit and crotch _furiously_, though admittedly, she only really felt the impact of his hips against her crotch. That was enough, as the knowledge of what he was doing made her feel _incredible_.\n\nThat was when her cheating human _proved he was a filthy cheater_, by inserting his hand to the upper part of her slit and immediately finding her internal clit. She _shrieked_ as she came, her walls spasming around his length, and his hand, in rapid, undulating movements as her vision flashed. All the while, her human did _not_ stop his attempts at _breeding her_!\n\nBut far, far too soon, right as she came down from her climactic high, he hilted himself inside of her… and _groaned_ as she faintly felt his cock pulse through her entrance's grip. Simultaneously, she felt a _very_ hot liquid spurting inside of her, and it was _bliss_~.\n\nAnd also went on for a lot longer than she felt was normal.\n\n“I think,\" her human said, panting only slightly as he caressed alongside her mound. She lifted her head, which was pleasantly buzzing with pleasure, to look at him curiously. He grinned at her. “That I'm not _quite_ satisfied yet… and I believe our _compatibility_ needs further testing~.\"\n\nShe blinked at him. Then she grinned. “I am yours to do with as you please,\" she swore to him.\n\nShe didn't know whether to laugh or cry that he _still_ didn't understand her confession.","series":{"name":"Fanfictions","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2069774-blind-luck-2.json"}}