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Eragon eased back slowly, pausing to rear his fore-paws over Saphira's splayed hind limbs then lowered his bulk so that it was supported squarely by all four limbs on the hard stone surface. His fore-paws shuffled up so that each came to rest just behind her hindquarters, to either side the base of her tail. The talons of each flexed to the weight of his massive bulk as he crouched, hovering the blunt of his snout over her lower belly. He exhaled softly from his nostrils, the air washing over Saphira's scales causing her to tremor involuntarily. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Eragon paused to watch them rise for an instant before laying flat again, realizing after that the scales of a dragon's belly were not normally so sensitized to touch, let alone a soft breath. The arousal he felt from her no doubt made them sensitive to his touch, causing them to lift off of her skin when stimulated. The draconic variation of goose-bumps. He released another breath, smiling inwardly to her reaction. Then he carefully lifted one with his snout and drew breath through his nostrils, relishing the scent of her skin beneath which complimented the musk wafting to his nose from the glands beneath her wings. Saphira hummed, her scales lifting and quivering. Eragon knew he could give her more.

He exhaled slowly through his nostrils, sending a wash of hot air over the skin beneath, eliciting another shiver from her. He followed by flicking his tongue to reach beneath and tickle her skin with its forked tips. Saphira shivered again and arched her lower belly into his maw, her tail coiling around his left hind limb. Eragon jerked lightly when he felt it, but relaxed into his ministrations. It was clear to him she was enjoying it. He continued in this fashion, choosing different places along her lower belly while occasionally trading with nibbles or long, slow strokes of his tongue trailing across her sensitized scales. Each time it caused her to squirm and low softly in pleasure, her tail constricting around his leg then relaxing in between. Eragon felt her desire spike and wane as his tongue trailed slowly down her hind leg, deep within the crook then back up to her belly. His tongue trailed down her lower belly again, then up along her opposite hind leg which he gave the same gentle attention. From there he trailed his tongue down towards the base of her tail, then he paused, pulled his tongue back in and breathed through flared nostrils. He growled through clenched teeth, claws digging into the stony surface, flecks of it chipping and flying from beneath his fore-paws. The aroma sent prickling tingles shooting down his back, sinking deep within him where his dragon-hood twitched and stirred. The dragon side of his mind processed her scent as an indication of fertility and readiness. A simple chemical reaction that spurred his instinctual urge to mate. The human within him struggled to connect the scent to past experiences, like those of home. Pepper and cloves, the closest match he could find. But now these scents he would mark her with, each time reminding him of this night and stirring him again and again and again. A shaky breath rushed from his parted maw, washing over her genital slit. It was swollen and flushed a darker shade of sapphire around its outer edges which were shiny from the natural scent-laced lubricates seeping from within its folds. He felt the heat radiating from her on the blunt of his maw. It winked, sending another burst of her scent into his waiting nostrils.

He began to pant in shallow, staggered breaths, listening to the low, deep rumble that she released. It was so pronounced that Eragon could feel its vibration travel from her along the stony surface to the pads of his fore-paws, sending faint tingles up his forelegs. Her tail jerked, bumping into his right hind leg as he ended the second exhale. Then she seemed to relax, awash in a kind of ecstasy. He paused to flick his gaze up and noticed her belly and flanks swelling with quick labored breaths, head lain back. Turning attention back to her, he slid his tongue out and slowly rimmed the flat of its forked tips round the scales edging her genital slit. Though he did not enter, her scales were sensitized enough to feel even the lightest touch from him. At first contact Saphira released a startled mixed with enamored growl that quickly turned into a deep low of pleasure as Eragon's tongue circled round her genital slit a second time. To his surprise she actually started to arch into him, using her tail as leverage. Eragon pressed more of his tongue against her, tightening the circles wrapping her slit until the edge of it grazed the glistening red flesh with in. He felt it as she did, but was not prepared for what came next. Saphira bellowed in pleasure as her hips jumped into his maw. As they came back down her tail came up and smacked Eragon in the belly, nearly doubling him over from the impact.

OOF!

Air rushed from his lungs, leaving him paused in a momentary daze as he waited to regain his breath. When he did he let loose a wheezing, rumbling chuckle.

Easy Saphira. I can't continue if I'm injured in the process.

Saphira huffed. Her head remained lain back, eyes half open. She replied, her mental voice husky, tinged with a hint of amusement.

_If you're going to continue putting your tongue in places that aren't accustomed to having it there you should be mindful of the consequences. _

Then ... you do not welcome it?

Saphira huffed then replied in the same manner of voice as before.

I never said I didn't welcome it.

Her tail tip passed over his belly then laid flat again.

But be mindful of the tail next time.

Eragon rumbled in response then stepped back, deciding it best for the moment to turn attention to her tail. He started just below the base, along its thickest part, flitting with gentle licks and nibbles as he worked his way down its length. With his every touch her tail quivered. When he reached its end he nibbled again, then paused to look up at her body spread invitingly across the stony surface. The way she was laying tempted him to take her in a fashion all-to-familiar to the human part of him. In a growl mixed of determination and need he forced his flared instincts to abate, uncertain how many times he'd be able to resist.

Instead he let his draconic eyes slowly wander her body, taking in every detail with ease despite the dim light given off by the stars. A deep sultry rumble reverberated from his chest, escaping his maw in a soft rush of warm air before he could stop it. She was really quite lovely, he thought. The hint of an enamored snarl curled the forward edges of his maw so that his fangs shown for an instant. He closed his eyes in pause, fighting back another flare of draconic instincts and hormones surging through his new body. He wanted her

... badly.

He wanted the night to last as long as it could, to savor her before giving himself over to the draconic passions with in him fighting to be unleashed. With each flare his will grew weaker, the burning need to be joined to her and release in her growing stronger. He snarled again, but kept his eyes shut and let the blunt of his snout brush along the underside of her tail as he worked his way back up. Fighting the urge to taste her, he let his parted maw pass over her genital slit so that he could focus on her underbelly again, instead. Licking down her belly, he took her left hind leg in his right fore paw, raising it. His head swiveled then his forked tongue slithered wet and shiny from the front of his maw to trail slowly up the scales adorning her inner thigh. Tremors of pleasure rippled over her body, the vibrations passing along the stone surface beneath her, up through the pads of his paws. His tongue continued, coiling around her calf causing it to jerk in a shuddering tremor, a hushed bellow from her following. He felt everything from her; the surreal mingling of burning desire mixed with uncertainty and disbelief that she would be so surrendered to him. She lay completely still (save the occasional shudder), panting in a dazed bliss, head lain back across the stone surface, hind limbs splayed in relaxed fashion with fore limbs crooked so that the paws hovered astride her heaving chest. Her receptivity and enjoyment pleased Eragon, making him want to pleasure her more. Feel her more. In this way and in new. The front of his maw curled in another enamored snarl to the thought as he trailed his tongue back down her left hind leg towards the musky, swollen, wet and glistening flesh of her flowering heat. He could see it pulsing and winking from the corner of his eye. His tail thrashed side-to-side as he caught up her scent, coming stronger the closer his snout came to it. His tongue drew in when he reached it so that he could hover his snout over the swollen, musky flesh. He shifted on his hind limbs, feeling a rise in heat and tightness between them as his dragon-hood swelled in response. The folds of his genital slit encasing the appendage swelled and parted as the tip peeked out then stopped to linger, pulsing and dripping. He breathed a second time, causing another enamored growl to escape his parted maw and echo through the nearby outcroppings of weathered stone that lined the edge nearest them. His member inched further, a drop of clear pre-cum laced with his own musky scent stretching from the opening of its flared tip. He shifted on his hind legs again, rising enough to give himself the clearance needed to accommodate his coming full length. The claws of this right fore paw scored the stone beneath it while his tail thrashed, knocking over one of the outcroppings. Saphira's head immediately arched to investigate, but she made no move to get up. When she realized there was no threat she simply watched him through glazed eyes, maw parted in heavy pants, tongue flicking out every few moments to scent him as his hot breath washed over her seeping heat.

In the back of his mind amidst the fog of her scent and his instinct to have her, Eragon knew what he was about to give her had never been attempted by any before him, let alone considered. The mere suggestion would've been viewed an unnecessary waste of time. Preposterous! It simply was not a dragon's way. Eragon knew better than any that given enough determination she could end what he was doing at any given moment. In a lapse of mental control he even heard her question herself as to why she didn't. Without fully understanding why part of her was open to it, wanted so much for him to continue. Eragon growled in defiance, feeding on her desire. He stroked the swollen edges of her heat with his tongue, causing her to lay her head back, arching up into him as she bellowed deeply in pleasure. It pulsed and quivered, a musky scented liquid seeping from its lower edge and trickling down the base of her tail. He'd already made clear his intent to mate her, but he would show her a new way, starting with giving her pleasure she never considered possible. He loved her and was capable of showing her. Many times he'd dreamed of giving Arya such pleasure. But Arya was gone. Saphira was here. She was his, and so very open to him. His tongue flicked out to catch the trickle of her fluids from the base of her tail then trailed up to rim around her heat again, sending pleasure shooting up her belly. She bellowed again, but faltered inwardly. He felt the mixture of confusion, doubt and yearning from her. She was at the same time nervous and aroused by what he was doing. Yet it was all new, happening so quickly. Actions and gestures that went against everything she'd known about her kind, and herself. Not only was she allowing it, she was enjoying it! He crooned, offering her assurance that he knew what he he was doing. He was doing exactly what he wanted to:

Love her in every way he knew how.

I feel your doubt, my mate. My love. Worry not. You will be fine. We'll both be just fine. I love you so much. Trust me, love. Trust me and in what I wish to show you.

Eragon felt a blanket of clam settle over her. Not enough to completely dispel her concerns, but enough that she began to relax to him again. It was not long after that her head lulled back, a bellowing moan escaping her as Eragon gently teased her swollen heat with the the blunt of his snout, the fluid seeping from within her coating and slicking his snout with her musky scent. His croons turned quickly to deep rumbles in response. Her tail trashed right, then left with each brush, each touch, each rush of the heated air escaping from his nostrils. Then, a shudder wracked her whole body as Eragon let the forked tips of the muscular prehensile appendage slide in for a taste. An enamored snarl curled her maw while her forelimbs dropped to the stone surface with a thud, the claws of each scoring the stone as she drew them back in an effort to keep the pleasure she felt from overtaking her. She bellowed again. It was maddening!

Ah! Eragon!

Eragon growled in reply. His tongue slithered further from his maw (spines retracted) and slipped deep into her. Saphira's tail thrashed in accompaniment to another bellowing moan, her body shuddering in pleasure as Eragon's tongue flexed and pulled back then snaked deeper still, a growl curling the front the of his maw. The hind leg opposite the one he was holding convulsed and kicked out in an attempt to roll to her feet but Eragon caught it swiftly in his fore paw and held it tight while uttering a warning growl, his tongue still flexing with in her. Saphira bellowed in pleasure again, her head arching up as Eragon held splay her hind limbs, maw parted with heavy pants, tongue hanging out with eyes glazed in pleasure. It coursed hot and sweet through her entire body, like nothing she'd ever felt. And Eragon shared in her pleasure, his own mixed with hers in every thought, emotion, sensation. His hips bucked, his own member inching out more and more while his tongue flexed and twisted inside her, causing her to throw her head back and arch her hips in another bellowing moan.

Eragon! Oh gods, Eragon! What are you doing to me! What are you doing to your mate!

Eragon snarled again as he felt her tail coil tight around his left hind leg, his own thrashing behind him. Saphira's forehead pressed into the stone surface, her horns grating against it. Eragon heard her snarl and felt her shudder when he moved his tongue in and out of her slowly and with deliberate action. He felt her tail tighten around his hind leg then felt it relax and watched it uncoil from the corner of his eye, gently thump on the stone surface and stretch full-length beneath his body.

Eragon heard her grunt and arch her neck, bringing up her head to watch him. His eyes closed and he saw himself as through her eyes, each of her hind limbs grasped in a fore paw, snout pressed to her swollen heat, tongue penetrating her. His eyes shot open and with a snarl he lifted his head, tongue slipping out along with a trail of mucus stretching between her and the tip of his tongue as it retreated back into his maw. He looked at her, his own maw parted in heavy, enamored pants, gaze afire to match hers. Saphira watched him, motionless, unsure of what to do. He could sense it from her, the uncharacteristic loss she felt, waiting for him to make the next move. He knew immediately what wanted to do next, the same thing he'd wanted to do to Arya so many times. With a growl he dropped both her hind legs and swiftly advanced, sliding atop her and locking his maw with hers, his right fore paw gripping her around the back of her neck to keep her from pulling away. Saphira yelped in surprise then squirmed and trashed her tail in attempt to pull away, the claws of her left fore paw scoring down the scutes of his chest. Eragon felt her surprise but she was too much in a daze of desire mixed with the pleasure he was giving her. In a clumsy, awkward fashion she manged to accommodate him, leaning back has her tail found his and curled around it. His snaked out and found hers, coiled it and pulled it into his own maw, their fangs raking and clacking against the other as he pressed in. The underside of his full, throbbing length rubbed between her folds, his belly rubbing lewdly against hers as he rocked and pressed into her with a series of grunting, panting thrusts. He brought his left fore paw up to stroke her neck, raking his razor sharp claws along her neck's sensitized scales. He was as two. Split and detached from who he once was to watch as the draconic passions and instincts swelled and churned within him. With each passing moment his will chipped away. He enjoyed prolonging but the dragon in him desired her like nothing he'd ever known, far surpassing the burn he'd been forced to endure for Arya. He knew deep down Saphira had been wanting the dragon to emerge all along, ever since his transformation had become apparent. But he loved her, wanted her to feel the pleasure he could bring instead of wasting this time with her in a moment of draconic mate and release that wouldn't last the night over something that would endure to see the sunrise. He wanted her desperately, but he wanted to savor her too and let her savor in him.

With a growl he pressed down, rocking back to let the tip of his throbbing length slide over her pulsing, glistening wet heat. He pressed his tip into the upper end of her heat, testing her reaction. It was as he'd hoped. Saphira shuddered and growled beneath him, her fore limbs desperately wrapping round him with unpracticed grace. She pulled him tight against her and Eragon could feel her want, the pleasure she held at feeling him against her, the burn of need between her hind limbs as she arched up into him. He slid his length back up. Her tail coiled tighter, her claws raking down the scales of his flanks, scoring them in a soft clatter. It was all Saphira could do to keep herself from pushing him off and rolling to her feet to test him. Eragon heard her grunt, shuddering again and again as he rocked back then forth, each time prodding her with his pulsing tip. He felt her desire pitch and yaw, joining with her in an ocean of sensation: his strong feel, his scent, his thoughts, the sounds of his own pleasure. Her willingness, her scent, the sounds of her pleasure, her thoughts that conveyed to him that she had no idea dragons were capable of experiencing pleasure in this way. It was slower and gentler; far from what seemed a dragon's touch. But oh how good it felt! It was all Eragon could do to keep himself from thrusting into her right there. He knew he could. All he needed to do was shift his angle and thrust in. He knew she wouldn't stop him. He felt her desire and the sensation felt on his member as it continually stroked over her only made it seep, throb and ache that much more! Eragon threw his head back and growled loud, snapping viciously and defiantly into the air.

YOU WILL WAIT! JUST A BIT LONGER!

Calmer, he snarled and lowered his head to scent at her splayed wings, his nose following the wafting musk she burst from glands there. He nipped and licked her shoulder as he brought his head back up, responding in like fashion by lifting his wings slightly, sending a burst of his own. A moment later he heard the soft, hurried rush of air passing in and out of another pair of nostrils. His breathing slowed as he trailed his paw down her neck, letting its talons lightly ripple her scales before stopping to rest upon her shoulder. He felt her draw in a quick breath at the caress, then exhale it slowly and shakily. She said nothing. She didn't have to for he felt everything as if it were himself. Between them no words were needed, both completely open to the other. Saphira's head lain back below him, her forehead lightly resting atop the stony surface of the plateau. Her tongue flicked out, a soft rumble sounding as her eyes closed slowly to the feel of Eragon's tongue as it snaked slowly and deliciously along her neck and lower jaw. He felt her desire hold at a steady simmer. Eragon rumbled softly as her paws moved down to rake her claws up and down his flanks. She lifted her head and followed with a sudden, yet gentle lick from her spiny tongue trailing it along his neck, leaving a tingling in its path as it moved up and down. This only spurred him on as he continued to nibble her neck and caress her tail with his. Saphira paused, then Eragon felt her press her jaw into his neck and rub her scaled cheek against it, trading an occasional nip or lick as she continued up and down. At the same time her fore-paws moved slowly to his chest, raking her claws along the shimmery, sapphire scales that adorned it. Her effort, unconscious as it seemed, was rewarded by a soft growl from Eragon as he reacted to her touch. He followed by rocking forward, again sliding his turgid member through her slick , pulsing heat. A wave of pleasure shot up her belly and chest, leaving her to tense as she clenched her talons, digging the clawed tips into his scutes. Her response elicited another low rumble from Eragon, its intensity passing vibration from his chest to hers as it peaked then faded, stimulating both of them. She resumed stroking his flanks, while trailing her tongue down his neck towards his shoulder. And so the chain continued as Saphira responded in turn, giving attention to his neck with more aggressive licks and nibbles, interrupted by fleeting, amorous growls. The passion and heat between them rose a notch with each lick, each nibble, each nip and each rub. The rise and fall of each's desire was evidenced by growls, grunts and wheezes as their breathing maintained a quick, steady pace. Eragon could tell Saphira was growing increasingly adept. When she caught glimpse of his thoughts questioning how she could she sent images back to him of times she'd observed affectionate and intimate moments between Katrina and Roran, or between other couples in the Varden encampment. Some late at night. After, Saphira surprised him with a few strategically placed nips, arching her hips to press into his throbbing dragon-hood. He knew she could feel it's burn, just as he felt hers.

While they pleasured in each other their thoughts lingered at times over what they were doing, each aware that what they were doing was contrary to their species. The impact of this felt more so by Saphira, than by Eragon. Dragons did not practice the kind of intimacy Eragon was showing her. Instead, draconic courtship and mating were very specific in their own way. Every scent, posture, growl, lash, grunt, whine or snarl geared to entice or test the readiness and suitability of the other, ensuring the best possible chance of healthy and viable offspring. The successful continuation of their species. Eragon knew there was some measure of pleasure involved, but that was merely an extension of the mating drive. Saphira's time with Fírnen had been driven by instinctual need, whether or not hatchlings resulted. But Eragon's past as a human introduced a whole new aspect to their courtship and mating. His need to prolong it seemed for no other reason than simple enjoyment. The chance to love and pleasure each other in ways no dragon had ever done before. It pleased him to see Saphira was willing to do the same. And both knew the mateship bond between them would be different than others passed. For a fleeting moment each wondered of the repercussions, but those concerns soon melted away as both began to loose themselves in the other.

Eragon rocked back and felt Saphira clenching the talons of her fore-paws into his scaled shoulders as a shudder passed through her. A growl from her filled his ears in response to the sensation, then she suddenly bit into his neck. The pressure of her teeth as they sank into Eragon's scaled hide was enough to elicit another low rumble from him. He rocked forward, pressing his body tighter against her, lapping her neck eagerly. After, he followed by lifting off her slightly, working tongue and fang along her shoulder with intent to make another pass over her body before moving to the stage the loins of his new dragon body burned for.

Saphira had other plans. When his position was just right she twisted her body and with a swift heave pushed him over onto his flank. She continued the maneuver by rolling atop him so that he was on this back beneath her, wide-eyed with surprise. Eragon blinked, squirming awkwardly as she slowly brought her head close to his, licked his lower jaw then lifted it to gaze into his eyes. Hers burned with intent and a measure of amusement.

Your turn.

She said, licking the blunt of his snout before pulling her head back to study him for a time. Eragon followed her gaze, head cocked. She read from his eyes (and this thoughts) the mixture of uncertainty and anticipation. He'd truly not expected this move on her part, which only made her grin. Here she was atop him, intent to reciprocate. Tentatively his forepaws reached up the sides of her neck, stopping to rest them on her cheeks where he held her head gently in his grasp. Then he arched his neck, bringing his head close to hers and returned with a lick along her lower jaw. He lowered his head back, still holding her gaze, and slowly nodded.

As you wish, my love. But take it slow. I still want this to last as long as possible before we take the next step.

He watched intently as Saphira pulled her head away from his grasp, eyes narrowed in a sultry glare.

_No promises, my love. _

Eragon snarled, but said nothing. She lowered her head to touch the tip of her snout to his chest. Eragon snarled again, but relaxed and lowered his forelegs to his sides. He kept his eyes fixed on Saphira's movements, curious yet uncertain. Saphira paused to watch the shallow rise and fall of his chest. She clearly felt both eager and uncertain of what she had in mind for him. Her gaze lifted to meet his. Eragon flicked his tongue as he watched, anticipation in his eyes. A knowing smile crept across her face as she moved her head to flick her tongue along the crook between his left foreleg and chest, trailing across the sensitized scutes up along the under side of his neck.

Like Eragon's, the move was slow and measured. His head tilted back in a snarl as her tongue trailed up under his jaw. She drew it in then with the blunt of her snout pressed on his chin and eased his head back until it lain over with his forehead and horns pressed against the stone surface. His tail thrashed idly from side-to-side behind him, his member throbbing in time to his quickly beating heart, causing the tip to tap against her belly. Conscious to the source of the tap, Saphira smiled and lowered herself onto him, pressing his member between her belly and his. Eragon shuddered beneath her and attempted to arch is head up, but it was thwarted by Saphira's swiftly placed paw on his neck, pressing down to keep his head where it was.

Peace, my mate. For the moment you are EXACTLY where I want you.

He snarled and squirmed, tail thrashing again. Saphira coiled hers around his to stop it's thrashing, emphasizing with her own snarling growl. A warning. Eragon stilled, the only movement his heaving chest. When she was certain he would remain so, she released hold of his neck and resumed. Part of her desired to give in return what he'd given to her. To express her love for him in this new and compelling way he'd shown her. Another part of her; however, desired to entice him. She wanted to stoke him, fan the fire of draconic passion she knew he was trying to suppress. To drive him to such a frenzy nothing could stop him from taking her. To her this is how it should be. How she preferred it. She'd waited long enough. Deep down she knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. To her the solution was simple, like teaching a hatchling to fly. He just needed her to push him over the edge, whether he realized it or not. She uncoiled her tail and slid back, making sure to press her folds along the underside of his member as she slid down his body. The feeling caused her to shudder and snarl in pleasure, her tongue trailing over his breast bone towards his belly. The spines on her tongue rasped the sensitized scutes of his lower chest, leaving him to arch slightly into the pleasurable sensations it created. His desire spiked as she continued but he forced himself to restrain it. But she could feel his will weakening. Saphira rumbled softly, pausing to lick and nibble his belly, which by now was moving with staggered, labored breaths. She continued, nibbling gently as she moved just a little lower then paused again, as if teasing him. Eragon grunted then growled and gripped her horns, pushing at her head to go lower, eyes closed, maw parted with his pants. Saphira snarled in defiance, but instead of fighting him relented and let him press her head lower, licking and nipping his belly on the way down. It was torturous, yet at the same time satisfying and special that he could give and receive in this way with the one he loved so very much. Eragon grunted again, shuddering as Saphira continued down, stopping when her maw came astride the tip of his throbbing, seeping member. She breathed through her nostrils to take in a draft of his scent, which was present in the pre-cum seeping from it. He possessed a strong, musky scent. Very male, and very arousing. Not unlike Fírnen's, but distinct to Eragon alone. Unlike Eragon, Saphira cared nothing of comparisons to his scent, knowing only that it was the scent of a strong, fertile, able male dragon who was ready to mate. She needed nothing more. But Eragon caught it from her and drew his own comparison, returning to her the words ...

pepper and licorice.

She swiveled her head then exhaled warm air over his tip, causing it to pulse and seep as he shuddered. Then in the same manner as he'd done she raised her head and stepped back, rearing slightly over his hind legs then continued until she stood with her head over the base of his tail twitching slightly along the stony surface. Her gaze flicked up to see his long, throbbing dragon-hood stretch along his belly in front of her. Eragon raised his head to look and see what she was doing, only to lay it back again, a growl escaping him as Saphira began licking up his turgid length from its base. His tip flared for an instant as more scent-laced pre-cum seeped from it, several drops stretching from the tip in a slivery strand to pool on his belly. Saphira caught sight of the glimmer and eased her head down to scent curiously before lapping it up. Enjoying the taste she coiled her tongue around his tip, coaxing more from him with a growling moan and reflexive buck of his hips, and thump of his tail on the stone surface. He fought to keep from thrashing his tail afterward, his member tingling and throbbing in pleasure and need as Saphira slowly pulled her coiled tongue down his length to it base, a series of grunts, growls and pants lowing from him with every inch she traveled. His will crumbled little by little as she slowly drove him closer and closer into a frenzy of need. She could feel his fire stoke. His desire flare and grow. The words echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Want her, take her. Take her! She is yours. She wants you! Take her! Want her! Want ... want ... WANT ... WANT ... TAKE, TAKE HER! I WANT HER! TAKE HER!

Saphira made the move she'd been working towards. Eragon closed his eyes tightly, arching his neck to press his forehead into the stony surface as she slowly flexed and squeezed her tongue along the ridged base of his member. An amorous growl, long and deep, bellowed from him and echoed strong across the shadowy peaks before waning into silence. His eyes blinked open then shut tightly as another convulsing shudder passed through him.

WANT! Saphira! ... Gods!

The pleasure he felt was unlike any he'd known. She nearly drove him over the edge to release in that moment, his hips bucking violently, tail thrashing and thumping, a stream of pre-cum shooting from the tip of his member and splattering on his chest scutes. In an enamored growl mixed with a defeated sigh he relented. It was hopeless to resist. His claws scoring the stone on either side of him, his head arched up looking at her intently, maw parted in heavy pants, the forward edges of his maw curled in a feral, lust-filled snarl. He knew exactly what he wanted, intent on getting it. He could hold back no longer. He wanted her and he would have her! It was time to dance. To dance with his mate as bull dragons before him danced with theirs. He blinked his eyes and stared back at hers with a fiery gaze. She knew ...

Finally! He is ready.

They held each other's gaze for what seemed an eternity, all the while Eragon's chest heaving with quick and labored breaths, eyes aflame with love and desire for her. His nostrils were crimson, billowing tendrils of smoke. He snarled then broke her gaze, yowling amorously into the star-lit sky to announce his intent to begin. Without even looking he thrashed his tail, batting it against her right flank and shoving her to the side as he rolled to his feet. Saphira staggered off to the side from the blow. Coming to a stop, she rolled her head to gather herself and moved off towards the center of the plateau where she crouched, eyeing him expectantly. As she watched him her tail whipped side-to-side. Eragon rolled his head, pivoting full circle in search of where she'd moved off to. There, in the center of the plateau he found her, eyeing him intently, waiting expectantly. The moment she'd waited so long for was upon them. She knew without a doubt that this time he would follow through. Eragon flared his wings, snarling as he loosed another amorous growl. His member flexed and swayed from between his hind legs in a final show before it retreated back into his body enough so that just his seeping tip remained exposed. It would be full again soon enough. He crouched slightly, slowly circling as he advanced her. He prowled her as the hunter stalks its prey, but warm blooded flesh was not what he hungered for.

Saphira was keenly aware of his scent which was emanating in copious amounts from the scent glands beneath his wings. She continued to eye him intently, flicking her tongue and flaring her nostrils as if to get as much of it as she could. She in turn flared her wings, spraying her scent, enticing him on. Catching it, he reacted in similar fashion, flicking his tongue and flaring his nostrils as he took it in, as if he couldn't get enough of it. His tail whipped feverishly from side-to-side as he continued round, drawing closer. His head bobbed every so often as he growled, alternating between low bellowing growls to whiny, high pitched ones. Atop the mountains, the world around them faded. The night, the stars, the plateau. Everything. Just after the third pass Eragon stopped, intent to impress her with his show of strength, magnificence and prowess. He puffed his chest, fanned his wings, raised his head high and released a bellowing roar, following with a pennant of amethyst flame. Saphira's tail thrashed. The display was spurred from instinctual custom, but she had no need to be impressed. As far as she was concerned Eragon was already hers, already magnificent and strong. Knowing him as she did she had no doubt in her mind that he'd make a fine dragon, mate and king. Never-the-less, in keeping with her own instincts, she responded by returning with her own signature roar, following with a pennant of sapphire flame.

Eragon switched, choosing in that moment another set of human-born gestures. Saphira remained absolutely still as he approached, a new wave of anticipation washing over her. He dropped his wings when he reached her and then began to sniff along her neck, an occasional growl sounding from him. From there he moved to her back and flank as he slowly walked along her left side. Saphira attempted to drop her wings as he moved but Eragon paused to catch the left wing atop his snout as he pushed under to sample her scent. He growled amorously as it filled his nostrils, firing his senses as they flared and contracted in a heated succession of snorting breaths. He growled again as he pulled back his head, letting Saphira's wing drop. He expressed arousal by parting his maw slightly to vigorously rub his clenched teeth along her back as he continued towards her hindquarters. The sensation created by his teeth raking across the scales running along the spikes of her back sent shivers through her. Saphira could tell from his frenzied breathing, snarls and growls that he was exerting a considerable amount of effort to retrain himself. It was waning fast. Her tail arched to the side to expose her swollen heat as Eragon positioned himself to stand behind her, bringing his snout down to eagerly sample her scent again. He released a burst of his own scent then surprised her by flicking his tongue to brush its forked tips along the already flushed heat, testing her readiness. The sensation it created caused her to tense and loose an involuntary growl while her legs wobbled in weakness to the intense pleasure that'd washed over her. Eragon pressed his clenched teeth into her right thigh, vigorously rubbing them up along it towards her hindquarter, and then her back as he slowly edged his bulk forward to press his chest against her from behind. Saphira braced herself, thinking he would take her in that moment. Instead he rubbed his head along her back then moved it down, forcing his snout beneath her other wing and sampled her scent. A series of whiny growls escaped him as he pulled back, then he maneuvered his body round her right side to walk slowly along it. Instead of sniffing her as before, he edged slowly along her, following with his tail as it rubbed hers, over her hindquarters and down along her hind leg. Reaching round, he stroked her inner thigh, genital slit and lower belly. Continuing on, his tail caressed her upper belly, then her chest, the crook between her chest and right foreleg, then moved up to her back, to her neck, and finally along her lower jaw where it stopped to swivel her head so that her eyes were looking directly into his as he pivoted round to stand before her. Saphira was beside herself, breathing heavily as her legs wobbled in weakness. The sheer intensity of feeling his caresses created within her was amazingly sensual. Without a word, he dropped his tail and backed off a short distance then crouched to watch her, expectantly. His chest rumbling deeply, he waited for her to begin. Saphira took the cue. Gathering herself, she flared her wings releasing copious amounts of her scent into the air. She began to prowl round him, circling in her own display. Eragon watched intently, eagerly flicking his tongue as she performed the same maneuvers as he, bobbing her head, accompanying with a series of high and low pitched growls. After her third pass she stopped to stand in front of him, but instead of puffing her chest as he'd done she ruffled her scales, releasing another burst of her scent. This was intended to impress her mate by emphasizing her beauty and desirability. But Eragon needed no such display to be impressed. He already considered Saphira his, already considered her very desirable. Saphira ended the display by lifting her maw to the sky, releasing the same distinctive roar, following with a pennant of sapphire flame.

Afterwards he stood then looked at her, growling while matching her pace as each faced the other, prowling once more as their tails whipped in unison as the mating dance commenced. Together, with raised wings, each released another burst of scent; both flaring their nostrils and flicking their tongues eagerly. They circled one another, tails whipping side-to-side at fevered pace, grunts and high and low pitched growls sounding from both of them, setting the night alive with the frightening and excited sounds of an enamored dragon pair caught in the preempts of a mating frenzy. No words passed between them, nor were any required. Like wild dragons of old that lived before them everything they needed to know and feel was reflected in their gleaming eyes as they maintained a fierce and intent lock on the other's gaze. Their thoughts merged, opening the same exchange Eragon had experienced only a short time ago, communicating the height of their love, their passion, and their desire for the other. They were joined by the images and sounds of grunts, growls and whines echoing in their minds from wild dragon pairs drawn forth from their ancestral memories. Saphira was first to move. Swiftly she thrust her head forward, opening her jaws and biting down hard on Eragon's right shoulder, leaving the jagged imprint of her teeth. It began to seep dark-red blood as she quickly withdrew. Without so much as a flinch, Eragon growled as he continued to prowl her. Though aggressive she'd not intended it as an attack, nor did it cause him pain. Far from it. Instead it sent another jolt through him, a new and fierce pleasure to heighten his desire, enticing him to continue rather than cower in retreat. He followed, thrusting his head forward to bite her on the opposite shoulder, leaving a similar, blood seeping imprint when he withdrew.

Both followed with an alternating series of low and whiny growls, closing the distance between them as their hindquarters circled round. Eventually they touched, pressing their smitten shoulders together as they continued to twiddle in the center of the plateau, rubbing their necks passionately as they entwined them. In unison their necks arched, jaws open wide as each brought their head down to bite hard the withers of the other, clamping tightly to lock them together as they slowly turned. The sensations it created enticed the other, further inflaming their passion and desire. They remained locked for several turns then in unison released, leaving another blood-seeped imprint on the other's withers. Stepping back, each flared their wings to release more of their scent. A final series for grunts and growls followed shortly after. Saphira released another roar and abruptly turned about in readiness to take flight; that their dance might continue in the sky. Knowing her intent, Eragon roared and leapt upon her back, holding tight with his forelegs as he pressed her wings to her sides. Saphira released a startled roar then swiveled her head round to snap at him. Eragon dodged his head, leaving only the slightest scratch across his lower jaw as one of her bottom fangs clipped it. He growled in reply, bringing his head down to clamp the back of hers between his jaws. Saphira wriggled beneath him as he forced her head down against the stony surface, tail thrashing as she fought to get free. But Eragon held fast, pressing down on her with the weight of his bulk until she reluctantly settled into a crouch, all the while growling and snarling in protest. Afterwards, he loosed her head, snarling as he pressed his clenched teeth into the side of her neck, raking them along its length as he growled low and deep. A clear message that he'd already made his choice. He would take her here whether she was willing to or not. But he already knew her protest was all show, quite provocative to him as well as his was to her. Each enjoyed it. Saphira snarled in return, snapping her head round in another attempt to bite him. Eragon; however, evaded the attempt by quickly pulling his head back then lifted off her slightly in preparation to jump free. Saphira wasted no time. Taking opportunity as his weight lifted, she rolled onto her back and raked the claws of both fore-paws down across his chest, scoring the sapphire scales adorning it with eight deep scratches. Eragon snarled then leapt free of her, landing a short way off to her side where he turned to face her, tail thrashing and teeth bared. Saphira scrambled to her feet to face him then roared and advanced. Eragon roared in return, advancing towards her in the same instance as they resumed prowling the other. They circled each other as if in a fog, the cool mountain air surrounding them warmed by the heat of their bodies, thick with draconic musk swirling and mingling about their trembling forms. Like an invisible net it closed around them, drawing them towards each other as they circled closer. So close that each felt the wash of heated breaths upon their scaled faces. Again the silence of night was broken by their alternating exchange of grunts and growls, cut with chirring, high pitched roars. Their minds collided in a frenzied embrace as the mental exchange opened between them once more. Thought and feeling merged, magnified ten-fold by the intensity of their passion. Oh, how he wanted her. Needed her. Why had he waited? Waited too long, far too long. But that didn't matter anymore. She was here right now, and so was he. Here with her, for her. They for each other ...

always and forever.

Now was their time, the time she'd been waiting for. So long for. Taking the lead, Eragon swung his head round her neck, entwining it as he maneuvered his bulk adjacent to her, pressing his flank hard against hers. He followed with a chirring growl then abruptly stopped to rake the claws of his right fore paw into the warmed, brittle stone; scoring it deeply with four jagged lines. Signaling his intent, he flicked his forked tongue and began to pant heavily, creating a hiss as air rushed between his teeth showing through his parted maw. Saphira pressed into him, stopping in the same instance as he. The sapphire scales along her body ruffled, rippling its full length. The skin beneath them was alive, bathed in a fiery wash of sensation that left it tingling from the tip of her tail to the blunt of her snout in eager anticipation as she prepared to receive him. She trembled with intense desire, digging her claws into the plateau, sending a flurry of tiny flakes in all directions as the stony surface chipped beneath her grip. With labored restraint Eragon stepped back slowly, rubbing his lower jaw passionately down her neck then along her back, ending with a nip of her right hindquarter as he stopped to stand behind her. His dragon-hood was already dangling full from between his hind legs, the crimson, spear-like appendage throbbing and seeping in need to enter her. Saphira stood absolutely still, flanks heaving with heated breaths as she continued to tremble in anticipation and yearning. She moved only to arch her tail aside, accommodating him. Her wings drew close, folding against her flanks while Eragon used his snout to push her tail further, edging it over to expose the source of her heat. His member twitched, the tip flaring for an instant as several spurts of pre-cum shot from it and fell to the stone surface. From there his member steadily dripped in preparation. More than ready to slide into her heat, joining him to his mate. He paused as it throbbed, experiencing a brief moment of hesitation before rolling his head, growling with impassioned determination, willing all doubt from his mind. He would have her and had no intention of letting anything stop him now. This was his moment, their moment, and he would finish it. Wanted to ... no, needed to finish it. For her as much as him. He lowered his head so that his snout was just touching the outer rim of her heat. He breathed in deeply through his nostrils to sample her fiery musk, growling amorously as he instinctively tested her readiness again. Satisfied, he drew back then reared and came to rest atop her, his chest and belly pressing against her back as he flared his wings. His fore-paws slid beneath the front of her wings, gripping her flanks tightly with clawed tips digging into her scales. His hindquarters edged closer until the tip of his pulsing member was just outside her entrance. He followed with several tentative thrusts to confirm he was in the right position to take her, and then paused, trembling as he eagerly stroked his forked tongue broad across the side of her neck. Afterwards he pressed his clenched teeth hard into it, just behind her jaw, sending a wash of hot breath across her cheek as he exhaled through his nostrils. With a low growl he shifted on his hind legs, preparing to take her as he uttered the last words he would speak until their mating was complete.

Forever mine, yours forever.

He followed with a swift thrust that slid him deep into her, a lowing groan of pleasure echoing across the surrounding summits following as her heat wrapped him in velvety bliss. His head shifted to clasp the nearest of her horns with his teeth, in the same motion forcing her down, buckling her forelegs. The underside of her neck and chin pressed into the stony surface. He clasped her tighter, his fore-paws sliding back to her waist just inside her thighs so that she could not escape him. She was his now, pinned securely beneath him until he was finished. Not that she would have tried to escape. His hips drew back then bucked swiftly again, sliding him deeper, hilting with such force that the pads of his hind-paws skid across the stony surface in a momentary loss of purchase. Saphira's teeth clenched. Her maw curled in a snarl, following with an impassioned growl. She leaned back into him as he held her down, eager to take as much of him as she could. All of him! Eragon clasped her tighter, his claws digging deeper into the scales just inside her inner thighs, creating pearls of dark-red which seeped from around their sharp tips. Though it may have appeared so, his claws did not cause her pain. Instead they only served to impassion her more, urging her to press harder into him. He could feel her want, practically taste it! And he wanted her. With a snarl he jerked at her horn, clamping it tighter as his hips drew back again, his tail thumping the stony surface as he thrust again, even deeper, this time hilting her. He paused after to adjust on his hind limbs, his staggered breaths sending hot, moist air awash her forehead and down her snout. A a low, deep rumble from within his chest as he basked in sheer wonder at the feeling of her surrounding him, marveling at the new sense of oneness with the one he loved. His mind savored the brief pause as it processed the exquisite sensations coursing through his draconic body. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Until this very moment he'd never imagined he could ever feel this close to her. Never imagined he could feel so much more one with her. Her heat held him fast, her thoughts flooding the mental exchange between them with all the love and desire she'd been saving for just this moment. A sudden, muffled, yowl escaped Eragon as her triad of love, passion and desire rushed through him. He growled fiercely, pulling his hips back, then thrust forward again to enter her just as deep as before. Again he paused, hilting so that the soft inner scales of his hind legs brushed against those of her hindquarters. Trembling, he bit down harder on her shoulder, returning her thoughts with his own triad of love, passion and desire. Then with a jerk of her horns he drew back then trust deep, drew back and thrust deep, grunting and panting as he took up a steady rhythm. Pinned beneath him he mated her, alternating between between a succession of long and shallow strokes. When his release remained afar his thrusts were quick in succession, each following with a grunt. But when his release threatened he shifted to a slower place, taking his time to savor her feel and heat as the smooth, lubricated flesh of his dragon-hood slid along her inner walls.

It was not long before he succumbed to the instinctual need to release in her. His desire and the pleasure of her feel was too much for him to resist. His pace quickened, tail beating heavily upon the stony surface creating a muffled thump that was barely audible amidst the sound of their grunts, growls, pants and chirring whines. Eragon's breathing was quick and staggered, laboring with exertion as he bucked into her again and again, mating her with fierce abandon as the fire between them surged. His own grunts and growls were cut with quick, successive hisses as air rushed between his teeth. The night continued on towards morning and neither wanted it to end, but alas the end drew near.

Eragon's thrusts became staggered, his hind claws raking and gnashing over the stone surface, as the pressure of his release neared. His growls and grunts became louder and more fervent with each thrust, his body trembling, fore claws raking and gnashing into her hips. Saphira felt it, which only fed her own need to release. She pressed back into him, responding with her own fervent growls. Each knew the moment of their release was near. The feeling was overpowering, whirling them both into a heated frenzy more intense than before. Eragon's hindquarters moved continued to thrust, the pressure rising with in his member. He could feel it flare inside her as it prepared to fill her with his virile seed. Nearing the moment, Eragon flared his wings, released his hold on her horn and clamped his jaws tight on around the the back of her neck. The pressure startled her for an instant, causing he to squirm. Soon after she gave way and pressed back into him again, growling in readiness. Eragon closed his eyes, panting from between his teeth as the pressure edged up another notch. Then another. And another. His tail found hers and desperately coiled it. His body writhed over hers, hers writhing beneath his. Eragon went silent for only an instant then a low rumble began in the pit of his chest, rising in intensity as his impassioned thrusts turned shallow and quick in an effort to keep him planted as deep as he could in her. At its peaks his growl intensified to a muffled roar that followed a final thrust before his body froze, trembling and convulsing atop her in release. His member deep with in engorged and flared then erupted in a pulsing, torrential stream of thick, white dragon seed that coated Saphira's inner walls, filling her. Each spurt traveled deeper, seeking to fertilize her eggs. Saphira roared just after him, her release coming with his. The fluids of hers mingled with his so that the increased volume threatened to backwash from within her. But Eragon's engorged member still pulsing and thrusting in her prevented that, giving chance for his seed to ride the along the mingled fluids to her eggs deeper with in and fertilize them. Eragon's hind legs quivered and strained, his tail flagging with each spurt as he waited for the release to finish. When it did finally ebb, Eragon's hips convulsed, pressing tight into her as he released the last remnants of his seed. Spent, Eragon dropped his wings; then, holding tight, collapsed atop her, pulling her over as he rolled them onto their flanks. His member remained deep in her, some of the mingled fluids seeping out from around his member. Both sighed, their bodies warmed with immense satisfaction and relief. It was finished.

The night grew quieter as they lay on the stony surface, together. Their breathing calmed and the heat between them cooled into a peaceful and quiet warmth that settled upon them. The night sky was black and still, filled with stars that seemed to shine brighter, as if in celebration to the union witnessed by them. The distant horizon glowed a dull-grey, foretelling the sun's impending start of a new day. Saphira lay with him, her eyes half open, basking in the afterglow of their union, her Eragon pulling her tighter against him; more satisfied and happy than she'd ever been. Eragon sleepily arched his neck, managing to lift his head and stroke the side of her neck with his tongue in a final caress before he'd let sleep take him.

I love you, my mate.

He whispered softly, laying his head back down, pressing his lower jaw into the back of her head as he draped a wing over her. Saphira said nothing in reply. Instead she slid her head along the warmed stone, pressing the back of her head into his lower jaw as a contented rumble vibrated her chest; then, closing her eyes, began to softly hum her love song to him. Eragon began to hum his own in return, softly crooning it to her as he closed his eyes; that sleep might finally take him. Before long, while just barely awake, an image flashed in Eragon's mind. Three sets of eyes, one pair like his, the others like Saphira's. The faintest succession of lively chirps followed, as if echoing across a vast distance of time or location. He didn't know if he was imagining them, or if they were the echo of a random thought trickling from his ancestral memories. Or if, perhaps, they were a foreshadowing given him; like his dream in Carvahall. Another manifestation of the ability he possessed through Saphira's gift. Eragon smiled, his hum changing into a soft rumble, as he moved his left fore paw down to Saphira's lower belly and gently rubbed it. It didn't matter to him from where they'd come. If it was, by chance, a glimpse into their immediate future he was ready. But only time would tell. Again he briefly thought ... What would they be like? Saphira - who was already asleep - stirred involuntarily, snuggling into his warm body in response to the caress. He pulled her tight again and resumed his song, continuing it until sleep at last took him.

The ring and tear-shaped jewels that Eragon had set aside earlier that night lay at the outer edge of the plateau, each jewel glowing brighter than before. In a flash, a violet flame enveloped them, veiling them from view. Then, in an instant it vanished, leaving behind not one but two rings, both made of purple tinted gold, both possessing jewels set in a flame-shaped base. One ring contained a glowing amethyst jewel, while the other contained not one but two sapphire jewels; one curled around the other with a thread of gold separating them. One born of sadness, the other of great joy.