Its Only Forever
A lot of humans thought Ishay was crazy. Dragons and humans didn't get along, of course. It seemed every other day; there was a story of a dragon going on a rampage through a human city, slaughtering dozens under his feet, dozens more disappearing forever past his jaws. Ishay was normal, by human standards. A little less than 5'11", with short brown hair and a lean build, perhaps most remarkable about him was there was nothing remarkable at all, save the fact that he called a dragon his lover.
A lot of dragons thought Eve was crazy. Humans and dragons didn't get along, of course. It seemed every other day; a group of human crusaders had murdered a dragon in some misplaced act of vengeance over some perceived misdeed. Eve was normal by dragon standards. Compared to a human, she was utterly massive, but only average to other dragons. Red scales coated her body, while her beautiful green eyes frequently swayed from side to side, always on alert for some threat. The special thing about Eve was that she viewed humans as equals rather than insects that must to be slaughtered, and that she adored one of these little humans with every fiber of her being.
To dragons, humans were parasites, who had somehow managed to survive the Great War and persuade the Dragon Emperor to the terms of a treaty. To the humans, dragons were monstrosities that needed to be eradicated on sight, no matter the method and no matter the cost. Somehow, Ishay and Eve had made their relationship work for exactly a year to the day. It helped that Eve was special. A dragon born, she had learned shape shifting at a young age, and was able to take the form of a youthful human woman. Miraculously, it was not in this form that Ishay met Eve, but in her true form, something she always found touching. Born of noble birth, she had the means to own a large swath of land in the dragon territory, large enough that she could be comfortable in either form, and of course Ishay had plenty of room.
It was in her human form that she often traveled to human cities. Today she was in the market, hoping to buy something nice for her beloved. Exotic fruits, fine silks, aged wines. All were wonderful gifts, but not meaningful enough, not special enough for the day, today. Ishay was the first human, the only human, who had looked past her scaly exterior and deep inside. Ishay was born to a family of pacifists, who preached that dragons and humans should learn to coexist. Still, most who followed such a code believed that dragons should live in their territory, humans in their own, never coming together unless necessary. Separate, barely acknowledging the other's existence. Ishay was different though. Ishay was special... and she needed to buy him something that showed that, but what trinket could possibly symbolize her love?
"What is this?" Eve asked a seller of jewelry and fine stones. Eve carefully picked up a large, golden pendant. As far as she could tell, it was a blue stone, framed by a golden dragon, who seemed to be biting his own tail. The stone was methodically carved, each face polished to mirror sheen, and yet the stone was pure enough when she looked through it, she could see the jeweler.
"You have a good eye, ma'am," the jeweler said. "The creature depicted in the pendant is an Ouroboros. Do you see how it bites its own tail? There is no end to the creature, and no beginning. It is eternal. It is a sacred symbol in my homeland. The stone, that is special as well. It is known as a Sapphire Flame, native to my home land. The Flame is said to represent love, passion, desire and lust."
Eve smiled. "Eternal love, or eternal lust? I think that certainly suits Ishay."
"This is something special of my homeland, ma'am. Legend has it that such pendants have certain powers, but I'm not sure if you believe that. It is odd though, you are the first person to pick it up, to look at it. It is as if you are meant to have it."
Eve stroked the metal. Dragons loved gold. Why, no dragon could actually say, but they did. It was an interesting ability, but a dragon could sense the purity of gold simply through touch, and much to her surprise, this gold was authentic. The stone seemed fake though. No sapphire, no precious stone, was ever so crystal clear, save perhaps a diamond, and a diamond of that purity could only be found on the finger of kings and queens. Perhaps it was a high quality plastic or the like. She was tempted to bite it to see if it turned to dust between her teeth, but that would earn the irk of the jeweler, so she simply asked, "How much?"
"For you dear, ten gold pieces."
This jeweler clearly did not know what he was selling. The pure gold she felt under her fingertips told her this trinket, even if the center sapphire was plastic or glass, was worth three times that. She looked over the table. Nothing else on the table was real. They were all high quality fakes: iron plated with a light coating of gold, copper that he claimed was some exotic metal. But this trinket, how he had gotten his hands on such a piece did not matter, all that mattered was that Eve had to have it.
"Ten gold pieces?" she asked. "That is rather expensive." She removed the coin purse from her belt, and jingled it gently.
"Since you are such a stunning woman, eight pieces."
Eve nodded, and carefully slipped out the appropriate amount. She offered it to the jeweler, who greedily snatched each coin up, counting them again and again as if another coin may somehow appear. Eve was no longer interested in him, or of being around these humans. She wanted to return to her lover, and quickly left the market.
It would take months for her small human legs to carry her to the dragon territory from where she was now, let alone reach her home. Flying on her great wingspan, however, it would only take a few hours. She found a secluded spot, deep in the forests, and removed her clothing casually. She had been wearing a green dress, nothing special and nothing she was concerned with the safety of. But the trinket, that was so important to her. She carefully wrapped her gift to Ishay up in the cloth so it would not get damaged, and then set the bundle down. She took several steps back, afraid her growth might crush the bundle, and only when she was sure, she allowed the change to overtake her.
Eve loved humans. She loved Ishay, more than she had ever loved anything before. But try as she might, she could not fathom how humans could live in their tiny bodies, with their arms so short and their necks so stocky. Returning to her natural form, it was a heavenly feeling. At first, the change was slow and gradual. Her arms and legs grew long, as did her torso. At first her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, she just had to giggle, as the ground gradually moved farther and farther away. The rubbing of the ground against her feet rather tickled, and she bounced from foot to foot to try to alleviate the tickles. It soon became necessary to shove and push several trees aside that impeded her growth, and as she grew larger and stronger, she was able to rip them from the ground and toss them casually over her shoulder. Eve stretched herself easily, reveling in the height advantage she could now claim, able to see well over all the trees. The scales that were growing over her skin as well, they protected her from the uncomfortable cold of this region, and she even enjoyed the scratchy noise of scale on scale that occurred whenever she moved. Slowly, gently, she grew into her full, massive size, transforming into a shapely dragoness. Crimson scales coated her entirety, save the pads of her hands and feet, which were dotted with soft, warm black pads. She maintained the green in her eyes of her human form, although her vision was now much sharper. All the better to look herself over, she mused with a gentle giggle.
She wiggled, shaking, growling softly as she reached her full, impressive height of almost sixty feet tall. She stretched her neck and coiled it several times, whining and growling at every little sensation she could perform that she was no longer inhibited in a different body. She had hiked deep enough into the woods, she hoped no tower guard would spot her, now standing high above the trees tops. Sure that no one was watching her, she gathered her clothing and the trinket and gave her mighty wings a flap, lifting her great body off the ground and uprooting a dozen more trees. She flapped again, and after a third time she was above the tree line. She flew higher still, eventually reaching a comfortable air current that would carry her back to her domain.
Her home was large enough to compensate her in her natural form, but fitted to allow Ishay easy access and movement. The home was one story, and obviously titanic by the view of any human, but to a dragon it was only of modest size. Eve fluttered down gently, landing in the clearing in front of the house, and set the clothing down very carefully. She wouldn't trust her draconic strength to handle the trinket, and thought it better to return to her human form. After dressing, she wrapped the trinket in a bandana, and headed inside her home, using the small door at the side of the main door that was designed to permit humans in.
Ishay was standing in the living room, waiting for her. Most likely he had heard the powerful beat of her wings, but she liked to imagine he had a sixth sense for her presence. In her human form, Ishay was taller, which was always surreal for her. She was so accustomed to looking down at him, and when she was able to wrap her arms around him and hug him gently, rest her ear upon his chest and close her eyes to listen to his heartbeat, it felt so very strange, but so wonderful as well. She stroked his back as they hugged, and he did his part by gently rubbing her back and leaning down to softly kiss her crown. "Happy anniversary, beloved."
"An entire year," she said. "By the ancestors, an entire year." She closed her eyes, breathing deep, enjoying Ishay' natural scent. Even if her nose was less acute in this form, she solved that problem by turning her head and softly nuzzling at his chest. "I have a gift for you."
"And I for you."
"Me first, me first." She giggled, and broke the embrace, taking a step back. She offered the wrapping of cloth, and then looked up at him with a warm smile on her hips. Ishay took it with his delicate hands, and pulled the cloth apart to expose the pendant housed within. For a moment, his face spoke of the surprise he felt, but soon enough his lips pulled back into a warm smile. He held it delicately between two hands, and brought it up to his face, looking at Eve through the sapphire blue lens. "It is beautiful."
"The jeweler said it was a pendant of 'Orcbearus?"
"Ouroboros," Ishay corrected. He unhooked the chain and put it around his neck, before hooking it back into place. Secure and snug around his throat, he spent a moment stroking it before looking once more to his lovely mate. "It represents eternity. Eternal life, eternal love." He smiled. "Dragons live for an eternity, isn't that right?"
Eve frowned, and sighed. It was something she did not enjoy thinking about, but was always lingering at the back of her mind. While Ishay would grow old and decrepit, and one day pass to a world beyond this one, a dragon like her was eternal, immortal, forever patrolling the skies. She finally nodded at Ishay' question.
"Then I will never take this off," he said. "This is you," he said. "Forever with me, and forever our love shall last."
She smiled up at him, and kissed him gently under the chin.
"Now, would you kindly go and change out of that body?"
Whenever he asked that, Eve found herself on the verge of tears. She always assumed he would like her better if she matched his appearance and his species, and although they enjoyed each other in this form, he always requested her to assume her draconic shape. For the first few weeks and months, she assumed he would get bored of the novelty of making love to a giant. In fact, she assumed he would get bored of her just as quickly. But an entire year and still going strong: a millisecond by her perception but so precious an amount of time to a mortal like him. She kissed him once more, and then turned on her heels, and scurried out of the room as fast as her small legs could carry him. As she took steps, her clothing began to tear and her body began to grow. Ishay was given a pretty sight of her scaly backside as she left, her tail pushing a tear through the green dress and exposing the two heavenly cheeks. Ishay chuckled at that, watching as her size grew larger and her strides faster, until she had turned the corner and disappeared from his vision.
He knew he did not have long, and immediately got to work. A large tarp had concealed his gift to his beloved, and he yanked the tarp away to reveal a bottle of lotion for a dragon's feet; the Notorious Dr. Claw brand she had always wanted to try. Despite the grinning raptor mascot on the front of the bottle, Dr. Claw was in fact a human, a particularly intelligent entrepreneur who had viewed the dragon population as an entirely untapped market. Given the difference in size between dragons and humans, what would be a normal squirt bottle for Eve was about the same size as Ishay. Nevertheless, he had gotten it here under his own power, and with a heavy hoist, tilted it off the ground. He dragged it out of the corner where it had been hidden, and into the center of the room, where Eve would easily be able to see it. Placing a note on the front of the bottle, he slipped around behind it, out of sight, giggling to himself. He had to cup his hand over his mouth to keep a sound from escaping. It had not been easy getting a bottle of the lotion, and now, he looked forward to a long night of rubbing and massaging Eve's beautiful feet.
He could feel the vibrations in the floor as the titanic dragoness came back in, and watched as a shadow fell over the ground behind the bottle. He peeked around the side of the bottle and looked up. Eve was wearing a green cloak, something common for dragons, but stunning against her rich, scarlet scales. She padded into the room quickly, head weaving side to side on her long neck as she searched for her missing mate, eyes finally falling onto the bottle, and she noticed a small note that was attached to the front. Eve rolled her eyes, and continued to look about the room, eyes at last falling upon the shelf that was not far from the bottle. So that was his game? Wait until she squatted down to fetch the bottle, and then leap onto her crown? Silly humans, thinking they could outsmart a dragon. She casually moved forward, and then turned on her toes, now looking to the shelf for some sign of Ishay.
Ishay turned the corner of the bottle as the shadow fell over it. He quickly whizzed around, and lifted his arms to speak to Eve, only to see her massive forepaw blotting out the sight of her. He stared a moment, staring at smooth, silky black of the center pad, the pad that he had spent days on end worshiping. Such soft, supple skin, one would think Eve never walked on her feet to achieve such gorgeous claws. Despite her size, and the understandable thickness of her pads, they were so warm, even from the distance he found himself now, the heat was radiating off them like the sun. He stared at the three claws, each twitching gently as they came to lower, making an odd sound as scales scraped against scales. He could not see Eve, as the paw was too massive and filled his entire vision, and it was descending so fast. He was suddenly pushed down upon his back, the black, soft, warm pad coming to rest over his entire body. Out of instinct, he planted a soft kiss upon it, as he had done a thousand times before, before Eve's weight came down fully, and the paw flattened out against the ground.
Eve frowned, neither her sharp eyes nor her keen nose finding a trace of her mate on the shelves. She grumbled to herself, wondering where he might be hiding, and finally settled on picking up the bottle; let him surprise her how he liked. She picked up the bottle with one hand, the note with two fingers, and read it with only a small amount of difficulty.
"Happy anniversary my love," she read. "I bought you the special lotion you've always wanted. Now, please, let me ease you from a long day of walking with a nice foot massage. Love you forever, Ishay."
Eve smiled at the note, and once more weaved her head left to right about the room, searching for Ishay. She wiggled her toes when she felt something warm and wet bubble up between the scales, and lifted her foot in confusion to see a crimson stain quickly spreading over the ground. For a dumb moment, she stared at the red blob, watching the crimson gradually spread over the ground, until at last, a horrid thought swept through her, as if an enchanted sword had pierced her heart. With a delicate pair of claws, she managed to pinch the golden pendant she had given Ishay not minutes before. It was sticky with blood, the gold now tarnished and ugly, and yet the sapphire was untouched. She shivered, mouth held a gape, eyes wide, and in a panic her eyes swayed from side to side. "I-Ishay..." she called out, quivering, trying to hold back the bile she felt rising in her throat. "Ishay... Ishay please come out..."
She looked to the shelf. Ishay was there, yes, he had to be, and with furious claws, she tore the shelf apart. In a panic she threw the couch against a wall, thinking perhaps he had, for some reason, crawled beneath it to surprise her. Her eyes turned to the bottle, and with a quick slash of her claws, she had sliced it neatly into four pieces. The white lotion spilled out, soon mixing with the red into an ugly cream, the smell of which only made Eve want to vomit. "Ishay..." she whimpered again, falling onto her side, and curling tight like a hatchling. "Ishay... please..."
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Ishay woke as a man does from a nightmare: breathless, drenched in sweat, and all too often, alone. His breath did not return quickly either. He gasped and groaned and spat, holding his chest, wheezing for several horrid moments until at last his lungs remembered how to work. Such horror had gripped his very soul and threatened to never release him, he opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a choked gasp, like a strangling kitten. He rolled onto his hands and knees, still wheezing but starting to calm down, and wiped his brow of sweat. He was so cold. He shivered fiercely as he slowly got to his feet. The ground beneath him was springy and bouncy, and after a moment he realized it was Eve's bed. Looking himself over, he was completely nude save, oddly, the golden pendant Eve had given him. He smiled at that, happy that he had kept his promise and had not taken it off. It was warm to the touch as well, the blue gem in the center seeming to glow, although that might have just been the bedroom lights warming the surface. Either way, the warmth was rather pleasant, considering the chills that kept creeping down his spine. He looked to the nightstand and at the clock, seeing that it was 4 pm and the 2nd of March. He rubbed his head, guessing he had been asleep for almost a full day, since their anniversary was on the 1st. The last thing he remembered was Eve's perfect foot coming down upon him, the black of the pad resting right against his chest and cheek, but then... just the blackness.
Eve's home was fitted to allow a human easy travel. As such, running along the wall beside the bed, was a small staircase that Ishay could use to get to the floor. Even that minor exertion left him utterly tuckered out, and he needed to sit on the lowest step and catch his breath before he did anything else. Jogging as fast as his tired, aching lungs and limbs could manage, he went out into the hallway, when he heard deep, soft crying coming from the living room. He jogged as fast as he could down the hallway, coming into the living room, where he found Eve sitting in her chair, crying softly to herself. Oddly enough, though, the smell of bleach was what hit him first. It was overwhelming, as if Eve had doused the entire room in it, and made Ishay wonder what party they had last night.
He just couldn't remember anything after the paw came down. Eve had smothered him beneath her feet any number of times, but it had always been careful and gentle, never coming down with any speed or real force. It had been different last night. She must not have realized he was down there. Had he passed out after the pressure grew too great? He didn't remember fainting, or waking up at any point throughout the night. He just remembered being crushed; agonizing pain all at once, and then a dark oblivion. That measure of pain... he couldn't imagine life after that much pain. Now that he really thought, he remembered the foot crushing him, breaking bones with such ease, and yet now there was not a mark on his body.
Had he died, crushed beneath his lover's foot, only to be reborn? Ishay gently stroked the pendant he was wearing. He had read about pendants of this type. Ouroboros represented eternity, immortality, and there was magic in this world, he knew. Dragons practiced magic extensively, but it was rare for humans. Had Eve killed him? Dragons practiced magic extensively, but it was rarer for humans. Still, an enchanted pendant, he had read about those, read that they were shaped like the Ouroboros of legend. He had read about the pendants of this type, and knew of the magic they commanded. But like all things, the magic had its limitations. If he remembered right, the pendant's magic needed to gather for twenty four hours after use. At the moment, it was little more than a trinket. But, as odd as it sound, it was all that made sense.
Eve sniffled and lifted her head, only to start to sob once more. She whispered and hissed, "I'm sorry," again and again, and it made Ishay' heart ache. He needed to contact her somehow, alert her he was still alive, but his lungs were taking their sweet time to heal, and he didn't dare approach the feet that had killed him once. He looked around the room for something that might help him. Although the entire house had little stairwells or ladders for him to scale to reach higher points, his legs felt like they were going to snap off. He was so tired, he just wanted to lie down and sleep, but Eve needed him, and he hesitantly approached one of her feet.
Eve stood, swaying side to side as if she were drunk. Sniffling loudly, wiping her face with a handkerchief, she wandered out of the living room and back down the hallway. Ishay watched her leave. Catching his breath, he braced himself, and then ran after her, struggling to catch up. She turned and went into the bedroom, and was soon laying face first on the bed. She continued to sob, now into her pillow, as Ishay rested against the doorframe and caught his breath. He looked around once more, for something that might elevate him off of ground level, eyes at last falling to a rubber sex toy that had been the source of endless amusement for the two lovers. It was an insane thought, but nothing about this made any sense, and being almost ten feet off the ground was a better option than nothing. The steps that lead up to the bed, they would kill, not to mention Eve was shifting and rolling on the bed, and he was painfully aware he could be crushed under one of her spasms.
The dildo had ridges over it, foot holes that he could climb to reach the top. During their games, he would reach the top, and then Eve would drop herself down very gently upon him. Approaching it, the scent of bleach that burned his nose was replaced with the warm, musky aroma that doused the dildo. It smelled of Eve, her sweet aroma, and for a moment he hugged it absentmindedly. But there would be time for that later. The games they could do now, that he would simply pop back to life after a few hours, the possibilities were endless. For now though, he had to climb the dildo, and reached his hand as high as he could, getting a firm grip. He attempted to lift himself up, but it felt as if his fingers would break off, and he ended up falling onto his rump. He caught his breath, and tried again, this time nearly biting through his tongue as he hoisted himself higher. Twice more he fell, but at last he managed to reach the top of the dildo, and sat upon the flat head of it. He looked at Eve, and to his great surprise she was looking at him.
Or rather, Eve was looking at the dildo that had been the source of so much fun between them. She blinked; eyes filled with tears, and walked over towards the source of so much joy in her life. She needed something, some sense of fullness, some act of kindness, even though she knew she deserved only the pain that racked her. But the dildo was thick and full and inviting to her, and she just wanted a moment of true bliss. She walked towards it, staring at it, and then turned her back to it. She tore out of the green dress she had been wearing since the day before, taking it by the collar and yanking until it was two strips at her sides. She took another step back, corralling the dildo between her large feet, so her quivering nethers and two large buttocks were looming above it.
Eve was pretty. Perhaps normal by dragon standards, but dragons had different aesthetics than humans. To a human's eyes, Eve was absolutely stunning. Her hips were quite wide; her rump cheeks were large and firm, but still delightfully squishy, and the fact that her tail so often rested between her buttocks gave the quivering pucker a bit of mystique. Her stomach was fairly narrow, and although her chest was not enormous, it was large enough to give her just the right amount of curves. Ishay found himself staring at the truly breathtaking sight that was presented, as his lover lifted her tail and spread her legs just a little wider, exposing more of the curve of her crotch to his leering eyes. The scales of her underbelly were a softer red than over her back, and the scales of her crotch were lighter still, easier called a shade of pink. Resting between her legs was a slit, framed by dark scarlet scales. From how wide her legs were spread, the lips were parted, and Ishay was given a truly wondrous view of inside his mate's warm cavern. And, truth be told, he actually forgot he was supposed to be getting her attention.
Eve balanced on her rear legs, and carefully aligned her slit with the dildo. She kept looking down, but could barely see, with how filled with tears her eyes were. She had done this a thousand times with Ishay, always so careful, knowing that she could so easily kill him if she came down too hard. She could not think of a reason to be gentle now, and simply began to squat. She whimpered as she felt the first touches of the dildo against her warm nethers, even imagining she could feel Ishay fighting and squirming beneath her. The pleasure she felt, tingling through her scaly frame, only caused tears to trickle down her face and her body began to shake in pleasure and sorrow.
With the unyielding dildo at his back, Ishay was pressed right against the warm, silky innards of the dragoness as she came to rest upon him. He squirmed and fought and gasped with weak lungs, but nothing seemed to alert her that he was here. When she first felt him against her sensitive lips, she stopped coming down, lingering there. Her slit was truly an impressive sight, as long as he was tall and even wider. Warmth rolled out of her, as did a stifling amount of musk, causing his already weak lungs to burn. He threw his hands up, trying to push her back somehow, or warn her, but only succeeded in making the body shiver, and her come down. She reached a hand beneath her, and used two fingers to spread herself wide. Then, sinking herself slowly, putting her quivering folds over the dildo's top, Ishay suddenly found himself inside the tightness. The shape and bulk of the dildo spared him facing the full brute force of her nethers. The dildo's head was wider than he was, and so her walls squeezed upon the rim. But there was still no air inside her, and he kept squirming and kicking and stroking her, trying to give her some sign.
The ground shook as Eve brought her upper body down, bracing herself, lifted off the dildo. Ishay took a deep breath, sitting up, looking up at the goddess that still loomed over him, her hips sauntering side to side. Eve shifted her legs carefully, coming to rest on her knees. She bit back a sob as she spread her legs wide, and suddenly slammed her crotch down upon the dildo. The bulk struck her, stimulating the sensitive nerves that lined the lips of her vagina, sending a wave of cathartic pleasure and pain through her. Her claws dug into the ground, dig ugly gashes upon the ground, as she fit her hungry slit over the dildo slowly. She was going fast and hard, not even stretching her vagina wide with two fingers. It hurt, though she did not care. The pain eased the guilt and sorrow she felt, if only slightly. But when she eased herself up, relieving herself of the pain in her nethers, the sorrow flooded once more into her heart. She slammed her hips back down, this time refusing to lift up, and continuing to feel the pain of being stretched so wide.
The pressure upon Ishay' body was immense. He couldn't push or fight, he couldn't even wiggle. The squeeze of her nethers upon the dildo and weighing down upon him... he did not dwell on how he had not been crushed yet, by what miracle his fragile frame had managed to maintain its shape. Even if his lover lowered no more, after another moment he would smother, drowning in the vicious fluids that dribbled down the slick, warm cavern, as well as the stifling, musky air. His chest was on fire, as much from the lack of air as his broken ribs, jagged and pressing against his flesh, puncturing the lungs that still had not reformed fully. He would die today, he knew, he understood with bitter sorrow, without ever letting Eve know of the miracle, without ever getting to tell her he loved her one more time.
That was what was worse. The fact that he had been reborn, some higher power had smiled upon him and given him a second chance, only for it to be lost in the throes of his lover's passions. That was what made the pain and agony and sorrow in his heart all the worse.
Just one more time, that was all he wanted... He tilted his head up very gently, chest aching, arms filled with jelly, perhaps his spine had been snapped, but with all his strength he leaned up, and softly kissed the inner walls of his dragon lover.
Perhaps it was just a dream or a delusion from her grieving mind, but Eve felt something inside her. She blinked tears from her eyes, and choked on a gasp as she eased herself up very slowly. She feared if she looked upon the dildo, her soul would break in half from the pain and sorrow that was swelling inside, but something told her to. She lifted a hand and wiped her eyes, shaking as she looked down, eyes finally focusing upon the tiny body resting on the dildo's flat head.
Eve fell to her knees, and was going to snatch Ishay up into her hands, but caught herself. She did not trust her hands, or herself, and instead reached down, picking up the entire dildo and looking down upon him.
Ishay held his chest. He managed to brace himself with a hand behind him, and looked up into Eve's green eyes. She kept having to blink, tears continuing to trickle down her cheek as she stared upon him. Her chest heaved. Her hands were shaking so intensely, he gripped the dildo tight to keep from fatally falling to the ground.
"It was the pendant," Ishay said quickly. He tried to lift his hand to the pendant that was still around his neck, but lifting his hand above his pectorals seemed impossible. His arm was surely broken, shattered. It was too much to even prop himself up, and he suddenly fell back, landing hard, sending a wave of pain through his spine. A new sense of horror overcame Eve, as she realized what had happened to him, what she had put him through, and the pain she kept causing.
"I'll be fine," Ishay said quickly. "I... the pendant. Even if I die, I will come back." He coughed, crimson splashing upon his lips. He was going to die; there was no doubt about that. The only question now was when. "Twenty-four hours! The pendant requires twenty-four hours to recharge. You... I... it was four o'clock yesterday. What time is it now?"
Even weaved her head over her shoulder, and to her relief, saw that it was five o'clock. An hour to spare, thanks the gods. But just as quickly, she looked back to Ishay. His legs were shattered, the bones pressing out of slits in the skin in ugly fashion. There were ugly welts of purple over his chest. His lips were stained with crimson, and now that she was no longer sobbing, she could see he was bleeding from his nose and ears as well. How much agony he must be in... And yet the pendant was fine. The gold was not even tarnished from the bath of her juices, what she thought was cheap plastic had not been damaged in the slightest. It was glowing, in fact, a brilliant, beautiful blue, like the hottest flame. She could feel the magic radiating from it.
Ishay coughed blood, and set his head down. With delicate fingers, she gathered him up, and lifted him to her lips. As gently as she could, she kissed him, though cringed as she felt bones yield under her sensitive lips. "I love you," she said. "I love you more with every passing day. By the ancestors, the agony that I felt, I cannot explain it."
"And I love you," he said, kissing her nostril gently, before tilting his head back. He watched as Eve opened her mouth wide, flecks of drool dripping down the long stretches of her teeth. Her tongue rolled out gently, and after a moment, she tossed him inside her warm mouth. Her jaws closed carefully, she did not want to crush him, and instead just sat down on the floor. A finger gently reached between her legs, a long, slender nail slipping between her still drooling nethers. On her tongue, she could feel Ishay's heartbeats grow fast. She giggled at that, and carefully coiled her dexterous tongue around him. She could taste her own juice, having basted him inside her, but past that, she could taste his own musk. He hugged her tongue, kissed it, licked it, and wiggled his hips to press his penis into the flesh, despite the agony that ran through him. His wiggles and flavor made her juices flow, and her finger very gently worked inside her. Tears continued to stream down her face, and she tilted her head up, as a new sensation of warmth and bliss replaced the sorrow in her heart. Ishay groaned, feeling himself hump as best he could, feeling heat flush his cheeks, until at last, a miniscule spurt found its way out of him. His heart ran like a racehorse's in those precious moments, but then began to slow. She squeezed him, on and off, occasionally opening her mouth to allow fresh air to wash inside. She felt him give her tongue one last kiss, before his heart slowed to a halt, and he just laid there, now nothing but meat.
She slipped two fingers of her free hand inside her mouth, fishing around before finally coming to the pendant. Pinching it delicately, she pulled it out, and examined it. Perhaps his soul was housed within the sapphire, was it an illusion that it seemed to glow just a little brighter? She tilted her head back, and gulped the body down, as it was no longer important.
Eve walked to the bed, still fingering herself gently, and lay down. She placed the pendant on the pillow beside her head, sure, confident that when she woke next, Ishay would be sleeping beside her, the pendant worn carefully around his neck. "I love you," she whispered again. "And when you're back, I am going to look forward to the foot rub with Dr. Claw."