Cabin Fever
Disclaimer: There are sexual acts of M/F persuasion. You have been warned.
The cold wind whistled past the outside of the cabin, echoing the sounds of winter. Outside wildlife was at a stand still, buried under a blanket of white, powdery snow. The weather had worsened steadily since I arrived, along with my mood.
I tossed another log into the fire; hoping to bite back the chill and doing what I could to keep my mind occupied in this desalinate wasteland of the woods. Sparks flew into the air and turned to ash before hitting the ground around the pit.
"Why did I bother coming," I snarled, my voice only heard by myself or perhaps any small wildlife that was living in the walls of the cabin. My hand flexed in anger as the roar of the fire picked up. I grumbled.
I made my way to the washroom and was lucky to have running water and meager amounts of electricity out here, the later offered by a generator hidden twenty meters away from the cabin, locked in a shed.
I glanced at myself in the mirror as I began to remove my clothing, tossing it in a heap in the corner of the room. Green scales gleamed in the ambient light offered by the low watt bulb hanging from the roof. I was still in fairly good shape, but not like I used to be. The dark green scales on my shoulders, arms, down by back, legs and tail showed my age. Once they had been a rich forest green but now they were dulled, almost a black. Even the emerald scales of my throat, chest and belly were darkened with age and didn't radiate with colour like they once did. My horns had begun to crack with time and didn't seam to stand quite as proudly as they once did. My wings were dried out from lack of use, it having been many years since I felt the wind beneath them as I flew. The sight that caught me most off guard were my eyes, the life completely drained and left with nothing but anger seething deep at the pits; anger, love and loneliness.
I lifted my paw up and scooped the last article I was wearing, a simple gold locket I kept around my neck. It was one half of a heart shaped piece of jewelry and held inside one half of my life, the person I loved. Popping it open I peered at her picture once more, waves of love and anger soon washing over my form. I couldn't stare long, out of fear that I may do something rash.
"It's been four years since you left me, love. Ten years ago this day I said 'I do' and we were to be together forever," I whispered. With a flash of anger I slammed my fist against the wall, crying out in rage once more, "Why did you leave me?! Forever! You promised me it would be forever." I was almost in tears as I finished talking, finding myself slouched over the wall.
She held the other half of the locket with my face in it. As I watched her go I saw it around her neck. She left me with half of my life, half of my meaning to exist. Loneliness reared its ugly head again and I quickly pushed it away, as best I could.
I turned back towards the shower and ran the water, letting the sounds of it spraying forth wash away my mind as it was about to do the same to the dirt on my body.
I lay in bed an hour later, staring up at the logs running across the roof of the cabin, keeping me protected from the raging storm outside. The couch in the main area was folded out into my resting place and I nay naked, nestled under a thick layer of blankets. The occasional crackle split the night and seemed to respond in time with my breathing. By now the fire had died down a lot, no wood to feed its never ending hunger. Slowly the world before me began to ebb and get swallowed by the darkness. Slowly, but surely, I feel into sleep. It still felt so hopeless, like a cocoon that wrap me up and never let me out again. In some ways I wanted that. In some ways I never wanted to wake again. Those nights never came true.
The sound of something being tossed in the fire awoke me with a startle and I quickly sat up in bed. The air was warm, almost hot, just the way I used to like it, just the way she used to keep it. Light danced off the walls around me fed by the fire pit at the side of the room. I glanced around quickly, panicking as to whether or not the room had caught on fire. My breath and heart both stopped, my eyes widening at what I saw before me.
There she stood beside the fire place, just like I last saw her four years ago. She stood tall and proud, every scaly inch of her lithe form in full view. I blinked once, then twice but she still stood there. Pain shot through me as I bit on my tongue, trying to shake off this dream but still she remained.
As I sat in dumb awe she made her way towards me, her hips still moving with the grace of the one I loved. As she neared something sparkled around her neck, a glint that flashed with every step she took. It didn't take long till for me to realize she still wore the pendant I gave to her on our wedding night, the one I kept half for myself and still wear around my neck.
Anger bound forth, slamming itself against the walls of mind from all the years that it had time to seethe, fed with the thoughts I had given it.. My paws gripped at the sheets, almost painfully so, as I tried to muscle up the courage to unleash all the resentment I held for her.
"You can't be her," I growled, "The woman I love left me..." before I could finish my sentence she placed a digit upon my lips and all my anger, along with my words, melted away into the love I had once felt for her.
Her paw slipped down and grasped the bottom of my chin, tilting my head up. I felt her hot lips against my own and I knew I couldn't stay mad at her. My paw moved before I could think and with a flash it lashed out. I panicked for a moment; perhaps my anger decided it didn't need me any more. As it landed I felt it grasp the back of her head, not in violence but in want and desire. I pulled her close, locking my muzzle with her own. My anger had managed to lash out, only it had replaced itself with desire. Pure, mad lust was all I felt as it smashed against its cage again. I was happy to let it free this time.
My serpentine tongue entered her mouth so fast I thought I might choke her with it. She gasped in surprise from the forceful treatment but soon wrapped her own paw around the back of my head, pulling me towards her just as hard. With quickness in me I didn't even know I had I grabbed her with my free arm and pulled her down upon me, pulling her close against my body. I pressed as hard as I could when I couldn't feel her warm scales against my own but I soon realized that I still had the comforter on me.
With a frustration that sent shivers down my back she snarled at the barrier between her and I, and with a quick swipe of her paw she ripped the blanket out from between us. Soon her heated body was pressing against my own and I felt like a whelp again. It had been too long since I had felt a female against me, let alone my own love, that my hormones were working overtime.
She broke the lock that our muzzles held and I wasn't about to deny her anything at this moment. I didn't want to lose her now, not after all this time without her. Her paw guided my head down till it was at her throat and I happily licked and kissed at the exposed scales.
She pushed on the back of my head more firmly after the first dozen or so kisses and gave a snarl down at me. My eyes widened a bit before my teeth exposed themselves from a grin. She must be mine, for no one knew or wanted what I was about to give her.
With an animalistic snarl I plunged my head forward and grabbed her throat between my teeth. She gasped in surprise and want, grinding her hips down against my own. Without much more time to prepare I bit down, my teeth shatter her scales and pushing into her throat. Warm blood soon washed over my tongue, the copper taste of the female I knew from so long ago.
She placed her paws on my shoulders, as I lay on my back, trying to push herself off me. She whined with panic but deep underneath I could hear the sound of her want like music to my ears. With experience, from our many years together, my body went into cruise control and I was along from the ride.
Both of my paws reached down and grabbed onto her hips, pulling her towards me and grinding her body against my own. I could feel the heat and felt the flesh between my legs hardening from the excitement. A load gasp proclaimed she noticed too.
I could feel her trying to slide her hips back, wanting me in her as much as I wanted to be in her but I wasn't about to let her get off that easily. My paws held her firmly, controlling her every movement and making sure she remembered who was in charge.
After several minutes of hearing her whines echoing through the cabin I finally gave in, mainly from my own want. I lifted her hips as I slid them down further and with mastered aiming I penetrated her, sliding myself deep into her form. A loud snarl of submission escaped her lips and she couldn't resist anymore.
My paws slid from her hips to rest against her sides, claws scraping along the scales of her emerald form. Her body moved like silk as she lifted, lowered and rolled her hips along my own, working my length so skillfully in her form.
Sensations washed through my form, flooding me with everything they had to offer. The taste of her blood, to the warmth of her body was my entire world. Every whine of pleasure and want she made only worked to get my blood pumping even faster.
Time didn't matter anymore to me, not the years she had been gone to the time we were taking to show our love, it was all meaningless except for us being together. I could feel tears washing down the sides of my face out of pity for myself. I had forgotten this so many years ago in my loneliness and promised myself I never would again.
A loud shriek finally pierced the night, sending a shudder all through my form. The walls of her body clamped around my maleness and milked at it nice and hard. I was so busy lost in all the moment I didn't notice how close I was too. I let her neck go free from my muzzle as I joined her in the call of our lust and love, roaring out loud enough to shake snow off the top of the cabin.
My body arched, pressing firmly to her own as I felt my heat pouring forth from myself and deep into my mate. I climaxed forth for what felt like forever but nothing that wonderful ever lasts that long. As I lay my head back down I watched her neck, admiring how quickly the wound was beginning to heal itself.
The shadows pulled around the edges of my eyes again and I could do nothing to fight them off. Before the darkness swallowed me whole again I heard her sweet voice in my ears, the first time I had in so many years, whispering out, "I will always love you."
I tried to return her voice with my own but the darkness seized me and I was out cold again. The embers of my anger died down like the fire next time me and finally snuffed itself out.
I awoke with a loud gasp, once more sitting up in my bed. It was late into the night and the fire was out. I couldn't see anything other then the snow along the edge of the one window into the cabin, glistening with pride.
My paws frantically searched the bed around me but she was gone once more. I cried out in anguish and loathing as my mind had played a trick on me, the sight of my love nothing more then a dream.
"But the dream was so real," I snarled, "I could feel her on me, around me, against me. I could smell her scent I could taste her blo..." my words died down as a familiar taste perked my tongue. Something coppery warm coated my tongue, the taste of blood it was quickly confirmed.
I snarled as I made my way to the bathroom, hoping the generator was still running. I was in luck as the golden light washed through the room and blinded me for the moment. I made my way to the mirror and quickly lashed my tongue out but was reward with nothing more then the sight of my own reflection and tongue. I cried out in anguish again, my senses having fooled me once again.
As I stared at myself in the mirror the flicker of something around my neck caught me off guard. I'm used to seeing my own pendant but mine was never as large as the glittering thing in the mirror. I glanced down, grabbing the golden trinket in my left paw. As I lifted it up a bolt of horror went through me. There, next to my own half of the pendant lay the other half. I opened the tiny locket up and underneath laid the picture of myself, half of the picture that I contained under the other part of the locket.
Tears swelled in my eyes once more and I was unable to... no, not wanting to cease them. A wide, foolish smile crossed over my muzzle as I stared at the blurry image of my picture and the locket.
As I stood there, staring dumbfounded at the picture, I decided to change my life. I decided to get on with it and go back to being the dragon I once was. It was time to let some things lay to rest.
With a sob my voice finally split the night, "Happy anniversary love. Rest in Peace."