What Eyes Can Tell
What Eyes Can Tell.
My first story on Yiffstar, if its requested i could make sequels and prequels, it is up to my readers ^^.
It was a beautiful view. The sun made the sky look as blue as clear water would. The sounds of the exotic birds would only be matched by the soft roar of the small waterfall. From the temple, the white wolf appreciated the sight. It gave him a short view of what the place hid, the foaming water that fell to the sea as it was brought naturally from the mountains, and a perfect view to the castle. It was as elegant from outside as it was from the inside, made of white stones and windows big enough for the whole city to see them; where the royal family members appeared on them, such a peaceful land has not been bothered in many years allowing its progress and turning it into a land of wonders that took them in their arms as they needed their aid.
The view, filled with beauty, almost as if it was a paradise, they had been lucky to had been accepted in that kingdom. And as the scene seemed timeless, the big white wolf seemed not attracted by its wonder at the moment, was not able to see the fantasy it revealed second by second. His mind troubled him as a decision was been taken, even if it had crossed his mind many times before...
The sun started to fall, and the guards in armor and crimson colors walked around: Some started to take positions while others were meant to rest, while from the balcony the white wolf remained. Wearing a silver colored full plate that ended at his wrists and ankles, having his paws able to touch the stones on the floor and the edge of the balcony. He wore a black cloak that had the crimson image of a great dragon. On his side rested a hammer too big for many other furs, the sculptured head of a dragon sculpted at one end as it looked at the sun setting into the sea with its bearer. Over the shoulder plates bore the white wolf's face, gentle and kind as always, even at his current state. His deep blue eyes stared at the shine in the water, sparkling as if diamonds jumped in the little waves as the wind gently moved his long hair pulled back and tightly tied at the back of his head by a white tread.
Silent and still, he remained up at the balcony. The guards who knew him well passed, sometimes waved, but had no answer from him, merely a look at them and a soft nod before he would look back at the blue sea. He traveled through memories of his past, memories of what he wanted, all clustered and difficult to see at the same time. His mind passed something that happened a long time ago, how it all started, a big tree in the middle of an island where a temple and a small dock remained. In the middle, many were gathered, yelling at a blue fox who seemed not to care for the witch hunt, despite his predicament. The white wolf stood up and talked to the crowd. His name was Everoth, and at that time he was nothing compared to what he had become now. No matter what he said, even with his deep words that seemed to protect life, even if he did not know the accused, it seemed to have little effect on the executioners. The blue fox was taken away some time after. There was nothing to be done, but if it hasn't been for that, he could not had met her: A cloaked figure that approached him. That's when he saw her eyes for the first time.
As the figure lowered her hood, the golden eyes for a sweet, strong, yet kind looking red dragoness emerged, as beautiful as any winged angel would. Something inside told him that those eyes said more to him than it would to many, that they showed what she was for real. A golden heart came to his mind as he thought about her before they talked. The sun moved down into dusk like he was seeing that day as they talked, and talked and talked. Her name was Myra: Her name would remain in his mind for the rest of his life. She told him a story about a queen that had been in love and betrayed by it, chased down after being helped by her closest friends, escaping and wishing to have her kingdom back since then. She passed to him a book which held the story within its pages. But he was troubled when he reach a part where she asked the one that tried to win her heart for something; that it could be filled with beauty and still be so unique and valuable to win her heart. The other dragon had a big gold ring forged, with precious stones and jewels, even if it wasn't what she asked, she still accepted him as her future husband and king to rule the lands with her.
At that time, the white wolf turned to the red dragoness as he closed the book " I don't get it," he said as he looked at her. " Why did she accept him even if he didn't bring her what she asked for?"Â
The red dragoness smiled softly and holding the book gently he saved it on her pack, " Who knows..." she replied " Maybe she didn't know anyone better...and she had to keep the dragon law..."
He didn't asked about it anymore, it was a story after all. At least it had helped him forget what had happened before. Looking at the dragoness with a kind smile, he searched through his pouch as he talked. " You know....if I had been in his place, I would have given her this." He pulled out a black rose, long stemmed and filled with a bloom of life, even if it was cut.
The dragoness held it and asked why, puzzled. It seemed rare for her sight and mind at that moment. " I saw it when I was on another island the other day. It was strange how it just had one rose like that, no other flower bloomed around. That's when I saw the reason: She was alone. The envy and rage from the other flowers and roses had driven her away, they knew her beauty was unique and unmatched since from all the colors in the world it was blessed, giving her so much life and wonder that nature would only dare to make one. One so blessed that nothing was worthy of her around that place. And like the queen in the story, I would had given it to her, since if I loved that female so much that no one would ever do, then it is for sure than she had been blessed as much as that rose, while the others were unworthy of her as much as a goddess among mortals ".
Those words came to the dragoness as nothing like before, yet she hid her blush and had to confess she was the one in the story: She was the queen... After the surprise, his heart started to beat faster than any other time in his life, embarrassed and blushing.  The sun came as a dawn, they had talked all night. After seeing that she was the one in the need of help, it didn't take another second before he offered his service to her, in whatever way he could. She accepted and tried to give the rose back, but Everoth shook his head lightly as he closed her paw with his. "A goddess among flowers needs to stay close to a goddess among mortals," he replied, as from that time, he knew he had started to fall in love with her.
As time accompanied them, he met new friends, he learned new abilities and grew stronger. But one of those friends, a big black dragon, in the end came to feel for her. After the dragon had said to Myra the same thing he felt, Everoth's heart was crushed. He was not able to bear the shame inside of him, he hid it, he kept it, he held onto it as if there was no tomorrow. With time, the desire to help turned into a hidden obsession, pushing himself to the limits to keep her safe in and out of battle, being stabbed, slashed, and pierced by arrows many times for her safety. It went well until a day ago. He had kept the secret safe....hidden...all until she announced that she would marry that dragon who still remained as his best friend. What he felt would remain hidden to his grave. Or so he thought...
The sun has moved from dusk to night as he was remembering. The torches were lit and the guards moved once again. The diamonds in the water were now being fed by the moon, round and white as his fur and skin as the wind blew harder. There was a surprise as he turned back inside. The temple, covered by the shadows and the dim light the torches revealed the silhouette he knew more than anyone's. Moving the golden, sheer curtains to her right showed Myra's face, and stepping into the moon light in a blood red silk half dress made his heart rush like every other time he saw her.
The dress covered the soft, slender scales of her shoulders as it came down to her waist, cinched with a belt, holding 2 long pieces of silk. Her legs seemed as desirable as any other time, a muzzle he could only kiss in his dreams, and those eyes that were so easy to read since the first time. She came out some more as Everoth remained motionless. "What's wrong?" she asked with the delicate voice that had haunted his mind since that day.
"Nothing, just been a little-" She interrupted him.
"You haven't been yourself for a couple of days. I wanted to see what was wrong," Myra said as she leaned on the edge of the balcony, looking at the moon as she moved her tail from side to side. It was a great view for Everoth as he saw her tail, lightly swishing the cloth that covered her rear. He shook his head and turned to the moon again. He knew he shouldn't look or think about anything like that.
The red dragoness turned to the white wolf and she smiled a little. "You lie."Â
It stroked inside of him. "I wouldn't ever lie to you Miss Myra," Everoth said as he stood straight, as any guard would in the presence of royalty.
"I can see it in your eyes," Myra said as she looked worried; her voice said it, her eyes said it. Everoth remained quiet as he looked at her, still trying to remain rigid. Inside, it took him a second to realize what she just said. He never knew she could see that. Myra moved back from the edge as she shook her head a little "Everoth, you are my friend, you know there is no need to stand like that. Relax," she suggested as the white wolf nodded.
"I am, I need to be fit to fulfill my-"Â He was interrupted again by Myra.Â
"Enough with that. I had told you many times, not to be like that," she scolded the wolf.
Everoth remained silent, saying more wouldn't be suitable. Many days ago he was not like this. He had even gotten used to the idea of never kiss Myra, but the wedding was too much. "Miss Myra, I'm afraid I will have to leave the temple....and the kingdom...and everyone...for personal reasons," he said with a soft voice as the red dragoness opened her eyes some more.Â
"You're leaving? When will you be back? You have to be here for the wedding, the ball would not be-" This time it was Everoth who interrupted.Â
"I won't be back...ever...you all don't need me anymore," he replied as he turned to the curtains.
Myra looked at her old friend as she did not expect that. He didn't even gave her the chance to say anything before he started to walk to the curtains. "Why? What's wrong? If there's anything you need...anything you want to stay just tell me," Myra said as she moved closer to him. Everoth clenched his paw as he closed his eyes, he couldn't even look at her lovely eyes anymore.Â
"What do I want? I want you! I love you...since a long time...I need you...and I can't stand that you would marry...it is just too much." He took his time trying to hold the envy, rage, and sorrow all gathered at the same time place and time. A small tear formed in his eye as he could feel, out of the blue with no warning, her arms were around his arms and armor.
Myra held him, her dragoness' strength matched his, but still neither Myra nor Everoth said anything. Not until a whisper of the wind blew through the curtains with a soft whistle. "You are so sweet... but you know, dragon law says that I can only marry a dragon prince." More harmful words could not have been spoken at a worse time.
He moved his right arm, releasing himself from the hold. "A law! A LAW!" he yelled to the queen as madness rose to his eyes. The words echoed throughout the temple, his rushing heart pounded in his chest. He was about to yell again when he remembered where he was. It was unthinkable, because of who she was, because of how he still felt for her... "I have eyes for no one else. I never could. You are so... so perfect, so otherworldly, a goddess among mortals, it is no wonder this cannot be. You are far too much for someone like myself... still, nothing you say could change my mind...I will be leaving now...before the others realize it."
 Myra looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow. She couldn't believe Everoth would leave, even more that he would say such things. Slowly, she stepped pass the curtains looking back, she took a couple more steps before she turned around. "I am sorry you feel like this, and that you wish to leave, but before you do...I want you to know that the rose you gave me...I always kept it close, I always cherished it more than any ring..." Her soft words with her delicate voice calmed him as always, he slowly took a step to her, the dim light lightly showing her face on the shadows as he was no more than one step away. It was hard to believe that she would keep that rose for so long.Â
"Why did you keep it?" he asked as he looked in her eyes.Â
"Because it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever told me. Dragons never say such things," Myra said as she looked up into his eyes. They both looked at each other, they both remained silent as the curtains rose with the wind coming from the balcony.
As both looked at their eyes they seemed to know what the other thought, what they both felt and what they both wished for, coming close together slowly they both closed their eyes and locked themselves in a kiss, wrapping their arms against the other. Myra's breasts pressed onto Everoth's armor as they seemed to move up in her red blood colored dress. Everoth pushed his muzzle some more onto hers as he felt the blood and passion flow quickly. Myra's cheeks blushed quickly pushing her muzzle to his.
Without words and with the wind blowing out 2 of the torches in the room, Everoth sought her neck.  Feeling his nose on her scales made Myra tilt to the right as a soft moan escaped her lips. Everoth's right paw passed over her back and left side until it ended up on her slender scaly legs. To his surprise, as he moved it to Myra's rear he found nothing else under the silk piece of cloth. He hardened his grip on her end, hearing a soft yip from her muzzle. It was then that Myra passed her claws over his sides, kissing softly the left part of his neck as she had not felt such tenderness before. The fur softly touched her muzzle as she nuzzled a bit, seeking for the joints of his armor with her claws and slicing them with ease. The temple echoed with a thump, but even if was heard by anyone, the guards were not allowed in.
 The wind blew harder as it moved the flames while they both looked at each other in the dim light, kissing again with passion. Between holds and pushes, Myra ended up against the wall. He could feel her big breasts push against his chest, her paws passing over his shoulder pads, as they fell with the cloak to the ground, the sound not as loud as the armor. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as they could not be any closer. They were both driven now by instincts as Everoth's paw unlocked her belt. Myra's clothes where moving freely by the wind. His paw passed over her waist, gently seeking its way to her inner thighs. It gave time for his muzzle to lean to her breasts, sinking in on their softness and kissing them over the silk dress feeling nothing else than the dress between them and his muzzle.
Myra closed her eyes and moaned sweetly, he was more tender and gentle than the dragons, more caring and lovingly inside the passion. Her aroused body seemed to move along his paw, with desire and lust at the same time. Her paws seemed to finally meet his aroused member. As he felt Myra's touch, he let out a soft moan. Everoth had dreamed of this many times and reality seemed to pass his expectations.  His left paw move her dress up enough to see her big round breasts and give a tender but passionate bite, passing his big tongue over her nipple and sucking gently on it. The sweet taste seemed intensified by the heat. But something made him stop for a second; his right paw met her wet folds. They covered the fur on his paw as he stroked it, looking at Myra while blushing.
The red dragoness blushed as well as they met again with a passionate kiss. Everoth licked her muzzle as he moved back gently, leaning down to her neck, biting it softly having Myra to moan sweetly again while wiggling her hips lightly. Everoth continued to move down, biting her breasts again, loving their softness but slowly moving to her stomach, slender and soft like all her delicious body. Everoth kissed and licked the scales on her stomach just before holding her legs with his paws, looking up a bit as they both continued speechless. After Everoth closed his eyes he had his muzzle meet Myra's wet folds.
Everoth kissed it with passion as if it was her muzzle, licking and sucking on it gently. Her eyes closed as soft whimpers of pleasure came to his ears, twitching at the loving sound they made, encouraging Everoth to lick faster. The taste filled his muzzle, making Everoth push his long tongue deep inside of her. The moves he did with her made Myra move in circles as the tongue did. She had a hard time muffling the sounds coming from her muzzle and holding herself back from cumming. With her paws having a hard grip over his head, she told him to stop. But her actoin made him shut his muzzle, closing it and breathing softly over her clit. Myra had her muzzle opened as steps where heard. "Who's there?" she asked as normally as she could as Everoth breathed softly over her clit before lapping it.
The steps stopped as a voice sounded. "I'm a messenger Queen Myra, I was told to bring this scroll to you." As the messenger continued, Everoth had his paws reach for her rear, pressing his claws against them as her tail swatted hard against the wall Â
" I'm meditating! Leave the scroll on the stairs, I shall get it when I'M! Done..." Myra hid her yipping as Everoth stuck his tongue again inside her wet folds while he murred over her clit.
The messenger did as told and left, finding himself ashamed for interrupting. The heat got to its peak as this just happened, having Myra pull Everoth to her face, looking both into each other's eyes and kissing with passion. With Myra's claws on Everoth's back, they scratched the shirt and pulled down his lower garments. Everoth's tail swished as it came out of his pants as well as his aroused sheath. Myra looked upon it and found it much different from any other of the dragons. Holding it with her left paw, they kissed with desire while Everoth held her sides.
Looking at her eyes once more Everoth pulled her up. Myra locked her legs around his waist as her sex pressed softly against the upper part of his sheath. Pushing her to the wall some more, Everoth held his sheath with his right paw as he pressed it to her sex, slowly entering as they both moaned from the touch of one other. Slowly Everoth entered Myra's body, her warmth was a pleasurable burn over his sheath and his body, he couldn't expect more from a red dragon, both of them esctatic and looking at each other with a soft kiss before Everoth's hips started to move.
His hips moved slowly in and out of Myra's body. Faster, they both moaned softly on each other's shoulder as they leaned into one another. Myra started to move her hips closer to Everoth's as he started to raise the speed in which they met. Everoth bit Myra's neck, having her look up and exposing it as her body needed more. Everoth felt her sex starting to tighten more around his sheath as he let out a moan that echoed through the temple, the wind continuing to blow through the place and move the curtains as they looked and kissed each other meeting each other's hips faster and faster.
Myra's muzzle leaned to Everoth's neck, as it moved faster and harder inside of her, it made Myra bite hard. The strength was so much that it pierced his fur and skin, as a little red stain covered the small holes. Everoth moaned in pleasure from the bite, having his claws press hard against her scaled back, not able to pierce them because of their toughness. Myra moaned at the pleasure as the moves ended up scaring her precious and beautiful scales. Everoth looked at Myra and while moving, as both eyes met, as nothing else in the world seemed to matter he whispered, "I love you."Â The words made both hold and blush, Myra's body craving even more of him as it pressed around his sheath even more. Moaning as it was harder to move in from such tightness while both felt the climax approaching.
The soft grunts and moans filled the empty temple as the wind and the dim lights were the only things that accompanied them. The last movements of their hips remained as Everoth held Myra's rear as they both looked at each other with a kiss. They came at the same time, panting and softly moaning while Everoth moved a couple more times, leaving all his cum inside. The tired white wolf sat down with Myra on his lap. Both looking into each other's eyes as they rested and kissed again, murring and nuzzling against each other. They spent the rest of the night together, holding like they would never again in their lives or so they believed.
As the dawn came to shine the land once more, the wind touched Myra's face. It was all she needed to wake up, but she did not see the wolf at her side. Afraid of the worst, she rushed out of the temple and looked for him, asking around but no one seemed to be able to know where he had been. His hammer remained on his balcony but his armor was taken. Up on the balcony Miss Myra was about to shed a tear when Everoth appeared. A small smile on his muzzle was formed as he waved from below. "Preparations are ready!" he yelled. Myra looked with relief that he still remained there. As they both looked at their eyes they knew at the instant that he couldn't leave now, the love they felt both would keep each other together. A secret to be hold in their heart on each other's paw, and without anymore to be said and done, everything that could be told. It can all be told with each other's eyes.
The end