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Glory Within the Cove

A bold knight held up his blade and checked the edges in the gleaming sunlight before sheathing it while standing at the edge of a cliff, eyes narrowed and staring down at the cove below where his destination lie. He had been traveling for a few days and his red cloak was tattered in places with claw marks from the various creatures he had found and done battle with along the way. All of them were small compared to his goal though. Craeton desired nothing more than to attain his own glory, to see that his family would recognize him as the proper heir to the name and estate along with it. As to what brought him to the cove, he had heard villagers in hushed tones speak among traders and themselves of a dragon that lived within the cove his eyes surveyed. Whether or not the dragon was a problem, didn't matter to him. It would be a great challenge to surmount and a task that would surely see his family and the world recognize him. Even though the journey had been long and his muscles felt stiff with travel fatigue, he could not rest, he refused to. This would be either his greatest achievement, or the end of his life.

It didn't take a long time to find a way down from the cliff onto the sandy shore. The cove itself was a small crescent of mossy rock and limestone jutting out into the ocean, the sand from the shore white and flat. When his boots hit the sand his shoulders tensed, his eyes drifting towards the clear ocean. The water hissed quietly as waves barely taller than his ankle made their way to shore, gulls crying out in the distance, and a cool breeze brought in by the ocean air brushed against his cheek. It was something beautiful and easing that he could admire after the harsh journey he had gone through just to get here. Craeton almost felt at peace in this place, but the lingering fear of a dragon hiding in the cave etched out of the stony wall perhaps kept his hand tight upon the hilt of his sword. The fear was accompanied by a lingering feeling of dread in his stomach. The possibility of failure was very real, and worst yet, if the dragon was just a pipe dream then he’d have to find another way to prove himself the rightful heir to his family name, tainted blood be damned. It seemed odd though, that the gulls seemed so at peace with a supposed predator of might and magic making its home nearby, it only intensified his fear of rumors only being just that. Before giving in he would at the very least check the cave nestled within the cliff that supposedly housed the dragon. That was when he noticed fresh smoke billowing from the cave. Eyes wide he drew his sword and began carefully padding towards the cave mouth, prepared to fight a dragon.

When he entered the cave he expected danger and found himself immediately vindicated as he brought up his sword in defense, parrying an object flying towards him that turned out to be a simple metal poker used to stoke fires. Blinking, eyes focusing on the metal object now in the sand he turned to see a rather cross looking girl sitting by a fire, many fish roasting in the flame upon sticks. Craeton felt his cheeks flare and his eyes widen, his mouth gaping open, but before he could say a thing the girl wearing only a simple gown commanded, "Put that thing away and if you're a bandit then you'd better prepare yourself for more than just a hot poker."

Craeton's cheeks seemed to turn warmer than the sun itself. She was barefoot and seated upon a log, dark brown hair and deep sun-tanned skin with blue eyes that reflected the ocean water outside the cave, ocean eyes that stared at him with all the fury of a storm at sea. Sheathing his sword he put his hands up in defense and explained, "I'm only here to slay a dragon that made its den here. Well, so I thought there was a dragon here."

The girl pursed her lips for a moment, arms crossed as she looked him up and down his body growing stiff as if his step-mother were there assessing his posture and clothing, "You look more like a bandit than a knight, then again experience says that they are typically not far off from one another and whispers." She then rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at him as she continued, "And believing wives tales? Such a glorious fool."

If his cheeks could have turned another shade of red they would have done so at the behest of her jabbing and teasing, of course the girl before him seemed to take some entertainment out of it at the very least. Her lips curved into a small smile and she closed her eyes, leaning back, her legs open without much decency revealing no underwear beneath the surface, though he averted his gaze after catching a peek. Even if she was a hermit of sorts, he had to be respectful, or at the very least apologetic. Before he could do so though, she interrupted him, "Araes is my name and as you can see, there is no dragon here...so why then are you standing there with your mouth open like a fool? Sit. You look exhausted and as tattered as your cloak." Her eyes rolled and she idly poked at one of the fish with her finger, "A fool like you taking on a dragon in such a state...what a joke."

Craeton felt himself chastised and silenced. Normally perhaps he would have had a sour answer for the girl who had no right to refer to him in such a manner, to treat him like a child, but she had an air of nobility around her that had his tongue tied and his mind hinging on her every word. He found himself sitting at her side, hand holding the poker she had thrown at him which she gingerly took from his fingers to tend to the fire as he sat beside her like a placated hound.

After a bit of silence he finally opened his mouth to speak, "My name is Craeton...and I'm sorry for the intrusion." Sitting down he could feel just how worn out he felt and just how much weight had slipped off of his shoulders. Had the journey truly been that taxing? Perhaps the fear had masked just how sore his body had been, regardless he spoke again quietly, "And thank you for the opportunity of rest. I was perhaps too eager to rush to my own demise."

Araes smiled just a bit, her eyes shutting as she poked at the fire, "Hmmm, now that you're thinking straight maybe you'd like to eat and hear the actual story of the dragon within these caves?"

Craeton raised a brow and was about to deny the desire to eat before his stomach suddenly let out a rude sound akin to an angered hound. Without a word from his lips Araes offered up a fish skewered upon a stick and as restrained as he could manage, he took it to begin eating. He hadn't realized just how exhausted, how hungry he was. Perhaps it had been the adrenaline and anxiety that had seen him act without much recourse for his own wellbeing. Perhaps it had also been his fat head full of nothing, but desperation for glory and acceptance. It would have made his father proud, proud of a bastard son that only shared a portion of his blood and by most of his family would not be recognized as anything but a mistake. After a few bites he closed his eyes deciding he needed a new train of thought and so he asked, "Tell me, Araes, tell me the truth behind the dragon of the cove." Hearing more tall tales would be better than thinking on his familial situation.

Araes simply smiled while looking up to the ceiling of the cave, her voice fond and full of warmth, with a hint of pride, "She's magnificent. Not as large as her earth or fire cousins, but she has more beauty than any of them, and the least amount of aggression. Her kind in particular like to stick to themselves and their homes are sanctuaries for all who come in peace." She then chuckled brushing aside her hair, Craeton's eyes locked on her, "Of course she's powerful, but she's never killed a human, never really seen the reason too."

Craeton raised a brow, "You've talked to her before?"

Araes looked to him, her eyes flashing with some sort of amusement, "Something like that yes. You could say we are very close."

He wasn't sure what to make of that statement, but the dragon sounded like something that was more of a benefit than a danger to the world at large, and it was true that he felt a certain air of peace in this place. With a sigh he closed his eyes and found his shoulders relaxing, "Hm...I should leave soon then. I have no point to kill this creature...it isn't a monster like many claim, there would be no personal honor in it."

Araes raised a brow, "Honor and glory hm? Well I'm glad that you've abandoned such notions. There are better things to be concerned with, especially with such short lives."

Craeton gave a sour half-smile as he spoke, "Hm...Perhaps that is true. I suppose I should be taking my leave then."

He then felt a hand touch and grip upon his shoulder, his head turning to meet her piercing gaze, her touch soft as she spoke, "I'd rather not have you leave while you still suffer. The dragon could ease your mind...your spirit and body." For a moment he looked to her, looked into Araes' eyes. He thought for a moment that he saw them glow and along with that perceived glow he felt a wash of relief dance over his body.

For a moment he closed his eyes, willing away tears that threatened to surface from old wounds before he spoke quietly, "Then perhaps the dragoness should make herself known."

Araes smiled at that. She knew she had been found out when the human had shut his eyes. Perceptive, but damaged. For a moment she took her hand off of his shoulder and rose, taking a few step backs before her body was engulfed in air and a splash of water that shot from the ground. It took her form and where Araes the human hermit had once stood, Araes the dragoness towered.

Craeton opened his eyes to see that his thoughts had been confirmed. Before him the dragon stood about the height of a horse and then some, scales gleaming the same soft ocean color as her eyes, lithe form stretched out and tail cutting from side to side. For a moment he felt himself tense, but he took a calming breath and cleared his throat, "Perhaps I should have come with tribute in hand instead of with a sword.”

Araes quirked a brow, a chuckle coloring her vibrant voice as she began stalking around the human, "Precious. Your pain. So deep. You can't hide those scars upon your back from me, no matter how many layers you wear."

Craeton frowned a bit. It wasn't comfortable being picked apart like a meal, but he had very little say in the matter, and that being said, the dragon's presence soothed those old scars just a bit. He also found something oddly attractive about the dragon in her gaze. Her form was that of a reptilian creature with forked tongue and smooth scales all over, but every time he caught a glimpse of her eyes he felt his heart race, his body heat. Before he could process his emotions the dragoness brought her head against his, the smooth scales of her cheek brushing against his skin, "Shhhh...Do not think for now. Lose yourself in sanctuary."

Perhaps it was the dragon’s influence that he felt this way, but as his eyes shut he realized he did not care. He remembered the pain that he had experienced at the hands of his dearest step-mother, the pain he had felt from his father turning a blind eye to the suffering of his blood, his blood that he had shunned as a bastard, he wanted so badly to let go of those childhood memories. Placing a hand against her cheek he allowed the feeling of comfort and happiness to overtake him, whether of his own will of the dragoness. Carefully he laid a kiss against her mouth, a first move that seemed to surprise the dragoness. She reared her head back just a bit for a moment, her eyes blinking, before her lips turned to her version of a smile, her mouth moving over his to capture it, her tongue dipping into his mouth to twist and turn against his tongue gingerly.

Lips parting and pulling away she let out a low feral hiss, Araes fell a feral heat envelop her body. It had been quite some time since a human had taken her offer of sanctuary, especially not in this way. Too long had she been alone and she found her desires getting the better of her. With a swift claw she lunged and tore the clothing from his body, sending him to the ground, her body over his, her tongue flicking out over his neck. She could feel his fear, feel his regret as she acted upon instinct, but he remained still, allowed her to do as she pleased, trusting her with his very life.

For a moment Araes took in the human's form, appreciating his toned body colored with light brown skin, her sight lingering upon his clear green eyes. She stared for a moment, taking in Craeton's pain and committing it to memory, her form shuddering as she brought her long, smooth tongue from his neck, all the way down to his crotch, pausing there. As her tongue dipped lower Craeton jolted just a bit, his own curled locks falling over his eyes as the dragoness took his already stiff member into her mouth. For a moment she allowed him to shiver and shake, his body no doubt adjusting to the cool sensation of her mouth around his cock, her eyes closing as she purred, enjoying the salty flavor of his member. Araes would see to him forgetting about his pain and self-destructive goals, at the very least for this one moment.

Craeton breathed out, hips pushing to that cool, wet tongue. Body shuddering as the dragoness coiled her tongue around his cock, gripping upon it as she began to bob her head back and forth. Unsure of what he was allowed to do he tested the waters, hips working to push his cock against her tongue. As thrust into her mouth, the dragoness purred, her eyes shut as she held still, allowing the human to thrust to her mouth. Soon enough the knight gained confidence, driving more and more of his cock inside of her with each thrust. With every single push he breathed out, his hips working faster and faster to work himself off against the dragon's tongue. With that cool tongue working and twisting about his cock he could already feel a heat burning within his loins, a desire to burst and breed her mouth. Araes seemed to feel his oncoming orgasm, her snout touching his crouch as she forced him to hold still with all of the knight's cock buried in her cool maw. It wasn't long then until he let out a groaned that echoed out against the cave walls, cock twitching and spurting out thick salty cum on to the dragon's tongue.

Once Craeton finished his orgasm, the dragoness pulled away, rearing her head back for a moment to swallow everything the human had given her. Salty, a bit bitter, but so filling and with a warmth that traveled down her throat and into her stomach. It felt wonderful to swallow the man's seed, but that wasn't what she truly hungered for, and it wouldn't satisfy the ache between her haunches. Turning from him, she presented her hindquarters, tail uplifted, head craning to look at him with a starving gaze. Craeton who had recovered from his orgasm rose, sand dotting his body as he stood to stumble towards the dragoness. She could feel his nervous fingers clutching at her, one upon her rear, and another carefully gripping at the base of her tail. To encourage him let out a rumbling purr to assure the knight that he was on the right track.

Craeton had come to defeat a dragon and attain glory enough to establish his legitimacy, he had never thought he would have been mounting one instead. Taking a breath he moved the hand from her rear to grip at the shaft of his cock, pushing the tip against her sensitive entrance before pressing on in. He could feel her desire through her actions, through her sight, and through her presence. What peace he felt around the area was now charged with a sort of lust that rushed up his spine. Rather than resist, he indulged in the feeling, bringing his cock inside of her twitching pussy with a satisfied groan. In response the dragon let out a cooing moan, a small hiss accompanying it as Craeton began to move, hips driving his cock in slowly, before suddenly growing quick fueled by the lust radiating from the dragoness. Both his arms wrapped around her tail as he tried to pump his cock against her warm insides as hard as he could manage. The knight could feel the dragon's desire to be bred, to be fucked properly and given passion, and so he gave her what she desired without thought of anything but her. His pain, his past, his purpose for being there did not matter, only his desire to please the dragoness, and fulfill his own body's lust.

The dragoness clutched the ground with her claws, digging through sand and stone as her pussy clenched tight around the clock inside of her. Craeton groaned as he felt her insides tighten, with every thrust a wet slap echoing out into the cave, his own body beaded with sweat as he worked his hardest to pump his cock into the dragon's pussy. His cock twitched and throbbed against the tight inner walls of the dragoness, Araes' pussy practically milking his member. For a moment he felt an incredible pressure within the dragon's pussy, her head rearing back to let out a carnal roar that shook the cave. With a groan he shuddered, his own body sharing in the pleasure of her orgasm just as he pushed deep within her to let out his own orgasm, thick seen spurting out from his twitching cock to stain the dragon's insides.

For a moment he felt as though he were swimming through an ocean, his cock drenched in her pleasure. He could feel her mixed emotions and thoughts at that moment. Extreme lust and pleasure thrown aside for love and caring with a small bitter pill of fear, fear that perhaps his seed would take and that he wouldn’t desire such a thing to happen. He so desired to reach out and touch her, to assure her that he would stay with her, the only woman that had not cared about his name, his family, but his own eyes shut as he breathed out, his mind fading to black just as he felt that peaceful resonance return to his mind. He slept without nightmare, without trouble or fear, and whether it was the will of the dragoness or his own to rest, he did not care.

Craeton awoke after an hour or so, not a single sore muscle or bone in his body as he stood. He took note that his cloak with his family’s shade of red had been replaced with an un-worn cloak of vibrant blue, a scale pin of sorts holding it together. With a small smile he felt over the smooth scale, thinking of the dragoness that had gifted it to him. Turning his head he realized that she was nowhere to be seen, in human form or as her true form. He wondered then if she had out of fear ran away. Even dragons weren’t perfect beings it seemed. Still, he found himself desiring nothing more than to embark on his own journey again, this time to distance himself from his family, to cast aside his name and find his worth among others who would value him for his own merits. Stepping out of the cave he looked out to the ocean taking a deep breath of salty air. The scent reminded him of the dragoness and he wondered, he wondered if perhaps he could have a life sailing as a merchant, a smuggler or just something that would allow him to be on the ocean blue, and to perhaps find the dragoness once more. Regardless, he hoped to find Araes again, making a silent promise as he turned to look to the cave once more before departing, a small smile touching his lips.