Graels Secret
#3 of A Fine Trophy
After that strange encounter, she felt strangely unsatisfied. He left the room quickly and left her in the great pile of pelts. After that, she soon fell asleep. He stood over her later that night, his claw reaching for her robes edge, but he restrained himself, controlling his urges. He left once more, but she sensed his absence, and woke up slowly.
She rose out of the bed and softly followed him. She hid behind a pillar and watched him. He seemed as normal, well, normal as a demon gets, but that soon changed when furniture was launched across the room. He was in a fit of rage, most likely caused by his raging hormones. She had never seen anyone, or anything in this state, but she roughly knew what he was feeling.
Grael later stumbled into the light of the 2 moons, the pale glow reflecting off his back. He hunched over and contorted in pain. He screamed and roared and held his head. His wings flexed angrily, and beat several times before his body shuddered and a split appeared across his back,
Chloe stifled a scream as Grael split apart at the seam, roaring again as he tore and shed his old skin. What happened next was certainly unexpected for Chloe. From the dull brown scales came forth a brilliant red demon, his flesh and muscles rippling with renewed life. She watched as he turned around to take his armor from his husk, but by doing so, Chloe saw Grael's majesty before her eyes.
She had never seen anything like it, it seemed that he not only had the powerful legs of a horse, but also seemed too be similarly endowed like one. She covered her mouth and diverted her gaze. Her pulse was racing, and she had a strange feeling in her loins. Her temperature soared and her legs weakened. She had never thought about such things before, but now she was scared and curious about this feeling.
She curiously lifted up the edge of her robe and slid a single hand down there, shivering as she drew her finger out dripping wet. She gazed at her hand for a while, and got the feeling that she was no longer alone.
Grael was behind her, his eyes gazing down upon her, his skin glistening with blood and sweat.
"Did you....just...see me..?" Grael growled.
It was a personal thing for Grael, and certainly wasn't one of his aspects that he shared with anyone. He always tried to keep it private, but now his secret was out.
Chloe nodded dumbly, embarrassed at ashamed for him and herself. He seemed quite agitated, and now flexed his newly formed wings. He didn't know what to think, but thought it best to leave her to her own devices. He stood beneath the open ceiling, standing in the rays of light, and made to lift off, but she stepped out from her cover and called to him. He stopped for a second, but stayed just above the floor.
"It's not something I'm really proud of, and nobody should have to see that. I'll stay out of sight, I think its best for both of us." Said Grael, and with that, he launched straight upwards, and disappeared.
He was gone and she was alone. She felt guilty and no longer had to need to touch herself and sat in the great hall alone. She was free to do as she wanted, as the note next to her bed said, and for once was able to leave his domain. She felt little need to venture outdoors, as the land was hostile and inhospitable, and had no vegetation to speak of but thorns and sharp leaves.
Everyday objects would be left for her. They were usually the necessities, but the occasional gift came up. It started with smaller things, such as a pitcher of sweet wine, but grew to large collections of flowers. She admired the flowers, but wondered how many people had died to get this to her. Another time was a ruby easily the size of her fist. She gazed into the stone longingly and hoped for his return. She thought she was mad to think this, but she actually missed the demon.
This went on for nearly a year. She dined alone, but everything was cared for. She knew that she was alone, but his presence was still in the house. His existence was evident by footprints in the morning sand, or the occasional overturned table.
But one time, his presence was made more obvious as she woke up to see a shadowy blur which seemed to instantly dissipate. She thought the sighting was strange, but that was nothing compared to the fact that her breasts now hung out of her blouse, and there were large depressions in her bed. She was half scared but half content about this encounter, and tried to think of something else.
She now knew that he often visited in the night, but no more than once every two days. However, she had enough. Her isolation was driving her to insanity, and she finally broke down and cried out to the skies in anger before collapsing on the pile of pelts, now a broken and crying mess. She had a restless sleep and cried a lot, but she woke with a strange sensation against her face. The sensation was now moving up her cheeks to her eyes, and stopped, her tears ceased.
She looked up, and Grael was there beside her, kneeling on the bed. Her tears stopped running from her eyes at the sight of him, but she noticed that he was gazing at his palm. Her tears welled in his palm, a glistening shiny pool of misery. He stared for a while, and lapped up the salty droplets, satisfied with its taste. This action certainly puzzled her, and she stared in confusion.
"Your misery tastes sweet, how about your happiness?"
She thought over the words and pondered the meaning, before her question was answered in the form of a tongue in her mouth. She gasped from the speed of it all, but relished in the motion. His tongue did its work, and it once again slid down her familiar passages. Her pants and gasps of pleasure mixed with her breaths for air, as she moaned in ecstasy.
She was having an incredible time, but she had enough. She broke the lock, and drew his tongue out. Grael was dumbstruck. Had he done something wrong? He thought over what he did, but his head was suddenly thrust between her legs. He was certainly shocked, but reacted quickly. He teased her soft and moist pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, slowly passing over her clit, making sure she felt ever bit of it, while simultaneously grabbing her breasts. Her horniness was unbelievable, and he ripped her flimsy panties of with flick of his claw while he teased her erect nipples underneath her robes.
This combined pleasure made her arch her back in ecstasy. She had never had such a feeling, and didn't want it to end. He continued the motion, his tongue getting faster and more vigorous, moving up and down the slit before he dove into it. She held his head, her mouth open wide and threw her head back in pleasure as she screamed. Her juices ran out of her pussy, before they were greedily lapped up by Grael's tongue. He drew out his tongue, quite satisfied, which caused her to tremble a bit as more fluids leaked out.
"So, how did my happiness taste?" She asked, her face flushed with joy. She was panting with the effort; she had never before felt something so incredible.
"You tell me" said Grael, and with that, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She recoiled at first, but later allowed her sweet flavor to mingle with her saliva and salt of their filthy love.
Grael was more curious than tired, he had never done a female so delicate, small or fragile as her, and her juices were certainly sweet. He gazed at her for a bit and stared for a while. She too was intrigued by him, she had never thought that shed spend her first time with a demon, but here she was. She wondered if it would be the same as the stories she always heard, and placed her hand on his chest. He stared at her for a while, curious about her intentions. She slid her hand downwards to his groin, and moved his tabard (loin-cloth like thing) aside. She grasped his demon-hood in her hands, and marveled at its size and shape. She stroked it several times, her delicate hands gliding over the smooth polished skin. It responded and grew, and several strokes later, was fully erect. She thought that it was sort of strange, but from her sister's advice, she knew what guys wanted next.
She thought that girls back home must have been crazy to do something like this, but here she was. She followed the strokes with her tongue, his cock was strangely sweet and she soon followed with her mouth. He grunted and growled as the small human female took his cock into her tight mouth. The strain drove him into spasms of pain and bliss and his breathing and pulse soon matched her tempo. She grew more and more confident, her blows quicker and harder, and she soon opened right up and amazingly swallowed his whole foot long shaft.
He lay back on the bed, grunts of pleasure escaping his mouth. He motioned for her to stop a bit, and she questionably obeyed. She was enjoying it, and didn't want to stop, but she knew why when Grael grabbed her. She straddled his body in a classic 69 position, and she resumed her work much to both their joy. He stroked her pussy with a retracted claw and she shuddered and moaned while he was in her mouth, causing a vibration that drove him close to the edge. He stood up and held her by the ankles, gravity driving his cock further up her throat while thrusting in and out. He spread her legs apart and then started licking her now saturated pussy, and drove his tongue all the way in. The sudden attention to her clit drove her into a climax, her muscles contracting around his cock and tongue. Her juices flowed downwards, and the sudden crushing feeling around his rod made him shudder violently as he roared and accidentally released a bit into her. She felt him and knew that she was doing well thanks to her older sister's advice and now sucked harder, eager to get every last drop out. But he withdrew causing a pool of saliva and cum to spill onto the floor making a distinct slapping sound. They panted for breath in unison as the sat recovering from their session.
He looked at her, amazed and flustered, and she returned the gaze. Grael's eyes were now flames, and her eyes too had changed. They had lost their innocence, but she now looked more mature. She stared at his body, and he understood what she wanted.
*End Third Chapter*
Ultima-Dragon
5/7/07