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A Heart Bound a Soul Tamed

by Samuel Slater

Consciousness quietly ambushed him. One moment he was drowning blissfully in the depths of oblivion;

the next, he felt fully aware. He found himself laying on his belly. A strange weight rested firmly

on his back, pinning him to the ground. Heavy yet soft warmth enveloped his body, creating a

wonderful illusion of being tightly wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. If only the soothing

sensations could bring comfort to his tortured soul.

He bit back a sob and felt himself break all over again. His despondent heart shattered into a

million tiny shards too fragmented to ever put back together. At least, it should have shattered.

An alien force stubbornly held it firmly in place like a skin-tight barrier. The firm grip holding

him together proved far stronger than its gentleness implied.

And yet, he wished the strange force wasn't so powerful. As bad as his pain hurt, he wanted it. He

needed it. Brokenness was all he knew. All he had. The pain didn't just encompass him, it was him.

It had become such an integral part of him that he couldn't bear to let it be taken away.

Rebelliously, he fought back against the unwelcome entity keeping him alive. It had no right to

interfere with his private misery. He wanted it gone. He pushed against its hold, harder and

harder, trying to escape its unyielding grasp. He burned through hidden reserves of energy like

fire consuming an oil spill.

Rage fueled his efforts. Years of pent-up self-loathing tore free, demanding a target for their

destructive energy. He eagerly used that vast supply of hate, focusing it on the one who dared

stand in his way. No matter how much anger he burned through, there was always more on hand,

waiting to be used.

Fury became the entirety of his existence. The volatile emotion fed off itself. Rage created even

more violent rage in a never-ending chain reaction. He became an uncontrolled explosion of anger,

clawing for escape. And he would escape. Nothing would hold him back. He would break free and

demolish the force holding him at bay. He would smash it for having the gall to stand up to him.

As soon as he wrestled free of its grasp, he would swarm in and destroy it utterly.

Something inside him shifted. Something changed. The pipeline to his precious anger closed off.

The emotion sustaining him suddenly vanished. With nothing left to feed off, his rebellion flamed

out as brilliantly as it was vain.

Anger had been his last bastion. His final desperate defense in the face of overwhelming despair.

Now stripped of his strength, he lost all sense of purpose. The ice in his heart leached warmth

from his bones. The darkness in his soul blotted out all memory of light. He was lost and afraid,

weak and helpless, cold and purposeless. He was so very, very alone.

A sharp claw slowly trailed along his cheek and traced his jaw--a dragon's caress. An act of love

and comfort in a world of emptiness and despair. The tender affection crushed him. The walls that

had felt so restrictive and suffocating a moment before now felt like a cavern of infinite size.

This time he didn't stop the tears. He sobbed hysterically. He turned his head around and buried

his face in the long neck behind him. He desperately needed something solid to hold onto. Something

to prove he wasn't utterly alone in a universe full of darkness. The physical contact helped.

"Shhh. It's ok. I've got you." Her voice was a soothing balm for his withered spirit. It promised

to ease the unbearable pain tormenting his soul. It spoke directly to his mind, by-passing his

ears, and the rest of the physical world, entirely.

That voice. As benign as it sounded, he could feel the vast, fathomless power behind it. Power to

shape him as she saw fit. The power to build him up. The power to tear him down. The power to

simply erase him and replace him with something better. It should have terrified him. It didn't.

His meaningless life was disposable, worthless even to himself. He had stopped caring about it

long ago.

The voice filled him not with fear, but with shame. Why him? She was strong enough to do anything

she wanted. She could be out serving some great and wonderful cause, something worthy of her

awesome might. Or she could be off satisfying her own deepest, darkest desires. Instead, she was

here, wasting her life, trying to rescue a pathetic excuse for a human. A man who stayed alive

only because death was among the many things he could never achieve.

He found himself on the brink of a terrible impasse. On the one hand, he wanted to push her away.

He didn't deserve any help. He didn't even know if he wanted it. She would be far better off if she

simply left him alone and never looked back. On the other hand, he needed her. She was all he had.

If she went away, he would fade until he became as lifeless as a corpse.

He felt trapped, unable to make a decision. He wanted to reach out to her. But he dared not. To do

so would be to condemn her to a lifetime of misery and futility. He should just turn away and spare

her the pain she would inevitably suffer at his side. But he didn't have the strength to make her

go away.

The dragoness made the choice for him. She pulled him into her vast mind, submerging him in an

ocean of aquamarine. She welcomed his spirit into herself, encouraging him to find peace in her

fathomless mind.

At first, he fought back. Without even trying, her amazing power could change him in ways he

couldn't imagine. Then he remembered that he didn't care. If she wanted him, she could have him.

It wasn't like he could stop her anyway. He finally gave up trying to fight and accepted her

unconditional affection.

Now that she had bridged the gap, he was unable to stop himself from reaching out to her. Even so,

guilt still threatened to overwhelm him. What gave him the right to shove his burdens onto her? He

almost drew back. Instead, he squirmed against her soft neck, trying to burrow his way through her

scales and lose himself in her all-consuming inner core.

The barest contact between her curative spirit and his anguished heart left him gasping. Her touch

felt cool and soothing like damp cloth on a fevered brow. He didn't know which hurt more: his

bitter self-condemnation or her magnanimous absolution. For now, he preferred the shocking cold of

her comfort to the searing fire of his pain.

For a long time, he remained trapped within her unbreakable embrace. Hot tears of guilt and

self-pity scalded his cheeks. Sometimes he clung desperately to her like a piece of driftwood in

an ocean of pain. Other times he would turn away, struggling in a futile effort to escape her

unbreakable hold. At all times, her quiet strength and gentle warmth enveloped him.

Gently, she pried hate's dangerous blade from his grasp. Gingerly, she plucked out guilt's tiny

shards. Determinedly, she stitched closed despair's gaping wounds. Patiently, she set depression's

fractures. Carefully, she wrapped shame's burns. Delicately, she smothered ointment over

loneliness's welts. Thoughtfully, she placed a compress over pain's feverish surface. Bit by bit

she tirelessly bound his heart as a physician might heal his body.

Eventually, his emotions balanced out. For once, he felt ok. He still felt fragile, as if even the

slightest provocation would shatter him all over again. But for now, he felt ok. He took a shaky

breath and sniffled. In his mind's eye, he saw himself as no larger than a young child. His small,

helpless form lost within the dragon's embrace. He knew perfectly well that reality was closer to

the opposite of his impression. His tall, lanky body dwarfed her shorter, denser one.

However, the spiritual world, with its ever-shifting nature, told a different story. Within that

realm, she could easily hold him with one paw and still have room to spare. He found the comparison

reassuring. He had no faith in his ability to stay strong. But maybe, just maybe, with her there

to hold him, he might somehow make it.

It felt strange letting her comfort him. Had he been allowed to choose a guardian, he never would

have even considered putting a dragon on the list. Yet now, contained within her warm embrace, it

felt right. The weight of her small body resting solidly upon his back. The feel of her sinuous

neck outlining his head. The press of her legs pinning his arms to his sides. The gentle squeeze

of her tail as it twined around his thigh. It all seemed right. He couldn't explain it.

Again, a sharp claw stroked his face. This time he arched into the tingling sensation, nuzzling her

paw like an infant. He gave no thought to how ridiculous he might look. He felt more at peace with

himself--more whole--than he had in a long, long time. That was what mattered.

* * * *

[i]"Feeling better?"[/i] The words drifted through his mind like clouds sailing across the sky.

He nodded in mute confirmation. She didn't actually need a reply. She was probably more in touch with his

emotions than he was himself. Sometimes he wondered why she even bothered asking questions when she

already knew the answers.

[i]"To have a conversation, of course,"[/i] she laughed good-naturedly at his obtuseness. [i]"And to remind you of

things you already know, but don't want to admit to yourself.[/i]

He had to admit, she was right--on both counts. When life's storms threatened to tear him apart, her voice

shown out, a beacon of hope in a world of dark despair. Like a lighthouse, her words remained steadfast,

showing him the way back home. She often used dialogue to deftly guide him back to calmer, safer waters.

With a contented sigh, he nestled against her soft body. He was perfectly happy to simply lay in her strong

embrace and bask in her gentle warmth. His mind idly wandered along the dragoness, mentally tracing over her

spirit the same way his hands might stroke along her lovely scales. He marveled at her near-perfection. Not

wanting to spoil the mood, he carefully avoided the dangerous thinking traps that so often left him feeling

worthless and full of hate of self-hate. Instead, he kept his thoughts off himself and focused them on the

dragon above him.

Beneath the scales of her feral and even dangerous appearance, he could see her true self. Her fierce,

expressionless face was soft and peaceful. Her foreign, narrow eyes were friendly and inviting. Her long,

proud neck was bowed with understanding and compassion. Her small, well-insulated body was warm and

sheltering. Her flightless wings were always ready to carry a friend in need. Her powerful legs were gentle

and patient. Her sharp, deadly claws were gentle and delicate. Her whip-like tail was playful and full of

excited mischief.

She laughed at his blind adoration, but he held his ground. She was the most amazing creature he'd ever met

and he refused to let her convince him otherwise. Nothing else was even good enough for a comparison. He'd

do anything for her.

[i]"Anything?"[/i] she asked, coyly. She batted her non-existant eyelashes in a jester's attempt to garner his affection.

The ploy, as playful as it was, might well have succeeded she had not already won his heart.

"Anything," he whispered solemnly without hesitation. His life belonged to her. Without her, he would have

ceased to exist long ago. Anything he owned, any part of him, belonged to her by right. At least, he tried

to believe it. That had to count for something, right?

He'd barely finished the thought when she got up and walked away. Her unexpected departure sent lance of ice

through his heart. Suddenly, he once again felt vulnerable and afraid. His guiding light had disappeared and

he could not navigate the darkness on his own. He could sense the storms lurking in the shadows, waiting for

that one inevitable slip so they could rush in and tear him to pieces.

She hadn't even truly left yet and already he was falling apart. He practically begged her to return.

"Where are you going?"

[i]"Nowhere,"[/i] her calm voice and simple answer quelled his rising fears. [i]"Why don't you see for yourself?"[/i]

He rolled over and looked. The sight of her took his breath away. There stood the beautiful dragoness, in

all her infinite glory. Her back faced him as she stared at rising the sun, greeting its majestic arrival.

Her neck stretched forward, as if trying to reach out to the limitless horizon. Her delicate wings rested

in their customary position, folded tightly along her back. The early morning light glittered off her

dazzling scales like so many facets in an expertly cut gem. At the base of her spine, her tail stood erect,

stretching toward the sky before arching gracefully to the side.

The enticing appendage drew his eye. Slowly, he inspected the exotic limb. Beginning with its pointy tip,

he traveled up her tail until he reached its peak. After crossing the apex, his eyes hugged that curve

all the way to its end. Finally, he arrived at the thick base where her tail attached itself to the rest

of her body.

Without thinking, his gazed darted lower to find the glorious little mound just below that junction. Her

rear paws were planted wide, giving him an unobstructed view of that wonderful piece of female anatomy.

The seam in her cleft funneled his vision into its delightful depths, sucking him in like the event horizon

of a black hole. A hole he happily allowed himself to fall into. Unable to look away, and too enthralled to

try, he studied the dragoness's slit with rapt fascination.

[i]"See something you like?"[/i]

His heart skipped a beat. Startled free from the mesmerizing grip of her sex, he looked up and lost himself

in her just-as-compelling eyes. She had turned around while he was busy staring at her backside. "Yes," he

confessed his accidental indiscretion. Even if she hadn't caught him red-handed, it would have been

pointless to pretend otherwise. She would sense his lie before it even reached his lips.

Although she had already called him out on ogling her privates, she curiously chose not to chastise him any

further. Instead, she merely smirked with amusement while her eyes twinkled with mischievous satisfaction.

He noted how her pupils resembled the shape of her beautiful slit. The comparison made him uncomfortable,

but once he discovered it, he couldn't unmake the connection. Embarrassed, he tried to look away, but her

eyes pinned his gaze just as easily as her paws had restrained his body.

She was searching him for something. Her anxious excitement and strange hunger made him nervous. At some

deep level, far below conscious thought, she tried to reassure him even as her predatory eyes studied him

like potential prey.

Slowly assembling clues like pieces of a puzzle, he gradually realized that she had been presenting herself

to him. She wasn't upset by his inadvertent peeping. She wanted him to look. No, her Need was too great for

'want'. She ached for his attention.

[i]Heat.[/i] The word rose unbidden to his mind. The term instantly explained her unusual, frisky behavior.

He had a clinical understanding of Heat, and knew in a general, abstract sense that she went through periods

of sexual excitement and receptivity. However, he'd never actually witnessed it, and had no clue what actually

happened--beyond the obvious. "How long have you been--" the impetuousness of his question hit him. He suddenly

felt shy and awkward, discussing her sexuality so openly. But he had started the question, and forcing her to

finish it for him would be even ruder. "How long?"

The dragoness giggled at his discomfort. It was only Heat, after all. Mating was a just as natural as eating

or drinking. She wasn't the least bit uncomfortable with discussing it, or acting on it, whenever the occasion

arose. [i]"Just a minute ago. Didn't you notice the smell?"[/i]

Compelled by the force of unspoken suggestion, he closed eyes and inhaled deeply. At the far edges of his

sense of smell, he thought he could detect something. He sniffed again. Yes, there it was. A faint, tangy

odor. He continued to breathe it in. Now that he had picked it out, the smell became easier to sense.

He savored the invigorating scent, trying to catalogue it in his mental list of smells.

Heat. Smell. It finally sank in. He was smelling dragoness musk. His cheeks burned and he knew they had

turned bright red. He kept waiting for a good-natured quip or at least an amused chuckle, but it never

came. Instead, he only sensed her squirming with a sizzling itch that she couldn't scratch.

Confused by the rapidly changing events and uncertain about what he should do, he opened his eyes and looked

at her. Her twitching tail signaled his attention like a pennant snapping in the wind. His gaze swept down

her restless tail, bounced off the ground, and climbed back up her toned legs and firm hips. Together they

created a lovely frame, displaying her beautiful nether regions to anyone who wished to admire them.

The three-sided chasm of enticing flesh gently and irresistibly guided his attention to those sacred

locations. His gaze found her asshole and lingered for a moment. The tight orifice tempted him to stop

and savor its exotic recesses, but he refused.

Mindful of their goal, his eyes moved on, roaming along the fascinating little strip of flesh between her

two holes. Although the scales here were quite pretty and more than a little erotic, they were not his

final destination. So he journeyed on, in search of her hallowed mound.

There! At the base of her torso, he found the object of his desire. Like weary travelers at the end of a

long pilgrimage, his eyes rejoiced in finding her enchanting cleft. They danced up and down that glorious

slit in jubilation. Eagerly they took in every little detail, committing it all to memory. At the far end

of her sacred valley, they worshiped at the altar of her clit, paying devout homage to the shy nub as it

peeked out and blessed with the world with its presence.

At some point, his lungs reminded him that they still needed oxygen. He took a deep breath, inhaling more

of her lovely Scent. The intoxicating smell of her lust further captivated his attention, ensuring that he

remained completely focused on her mesmerizing presentation. Like a delicate flower, her pussy bloomed in

its season. Her swollen petals offered a marvelous view of tender, pink flesh. Further and further they

lured him in, deeper and deeper, until he was drowning those soft folds. Beads of moisture dripped from

her tantalizing blossom, glistening like morning dew--or perhaps sweet nectar.

[i]"I think you're ready."[/i]

The words managed to cut through the mental fugue and bring him back to reality. He managed, barely, to peel

his eyes away from her fragrant flower, although her pervasive Scent continued to tempt him. His cock throbbed

painfully. He didn't need to look down to know it was straining at his pants in an obvious attempt to escape.

His cracked lips needed water, and his mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. "Ready for what?" he

croaked.

[i]"To mate, of course."[/i] Her answer was so matter-of-fact, so obvious, that it took a moment to process

the information. The sexual haze clouding his mind certainly didn't help matters.

Once her words registered, he suddenly realized why she had been studying him so intently. She had been

sizing him up as a potential mate. Except, she seemed to have missed the fact that he wasn't a dragon. "But,

uh...but I'm a human," he stammered, struggling to find his voice in the wake of her staggering revelation,

"We're not, you know, not the same species."

[i]"I'm a dragoness in heat,"[/i] she announced defiantly, as if that simple fact was explination enough. [i]"There

aren't any drakes around, so I have to find another male to satisfy me. You'll do just fine." [/i]

He tried to follow her logic, but his mind couldn't keep up with her words. He gave up and allowed her

confidence to wrap him in a cocoon of love and reassurance.

[i]"Besides,"[/i] she added with a smirk. [i]"I like you. I've been waiting to share this moment with you for so long.

And now we're both finally ready."[/i] Her voice shivered with excitement.

The blast from her bombshell managed to jostle his brain back into some semblance of thought. However, it

moved sluggishly, overloaded by her shocking confession. He had no idea she felt that way about him. He knew

she'd always liked him--for whatever reason--but he never imagined she wanted to- to have sex with him. [i]To

mate with him,[/i] he felt her subtle corretion. He searched his feelings for her, trying to find out if he felt

the same way. Almost since they first met he had loved her and treasured her presence. He valued her than life

itself. But he had never once thought of having sex- of mating with her. She was his dearest friend, his

faithful companion, his glorious savior. Did he really want to risk it all and add "mate" to the list?

Meanwhile, the dragoness had run out of patience. Under normal circumstances, she would have patiently waited

for him to sort things out. However, her biological clock waited for no one--human or dragon. She took matters

into her own paws and showed him his answer. [i]"Don't tell me you can say 'no' to this."[/i] Her tail flicked

restlessly while her hips rocked from side to side, underscoring her meaning.

The movement drew him in like a moth to flame. His eyes regained their lock on her bewitching pussy. Her

puffy lips beckoned urgently, weeping tears of wanton desire, silently pleading for his intervention. How

could he bear to just sit there and watch her writhing in Need and not go over to help? Her musk made him

lightheaded. He couldn't stop sniffing the air, sampling ever-stronger doses of her addictive Scent. Too

small to see, her pheromones worked their exquisite magic within his bloodstream, turning his mind into

putty and his cock into iron.

He had pulled off his clothes without even realizing it. His mind might still have reservations about his

impending, but his body certainly didn't. His cock stood proudly at attention. His swollen member bobbed up

and down in time with his movements, waving to the dragoness. It had received her cries for help and was on

its way to quench the fire in her loins. He stumbled forward drunkenly, operating more on biological

imperatives than higher cognitive function. Lust and primitive instinct drove him on, shepherding him

toward her inviting embrace.

Finally, he reached the eager dragoness. He looked down, admiring her glittering scales while he grappled

with the problem of their significant height difference. After a moment, his lust-fogged mind found the

obvious solution. He dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until he was between her widespread legs.

He was so close. He swore he could feel heat radiating off her engorged lips. He reached down and gingerly

grasped his stiff member, lining it up with her quivering entrance. He eased himself forward, guiding his

hard meat into her hungry pussy.

The press her warm flesh against his sensitive head snapped him out of his trance. He was standing at the

edge of a precipice. If he stepped over the edge, he would be a changed man, possibly forever. The sobering

thought made him pause. "Are- Are you sure about this?" he asked, more for himself than for her.

He felt her eyes roll in exasperation. Her reply was quick and decisive. She threw her hips back, gobbling

his manhood like a ravenous best. Ready or not, he was sliding down her tight passage. For an instant, he

registered shocked surprise at her unexpected reaction. Then pleasure cascaded over him and he was lost.

Lost in a primal world of carnal bliss. With a brutish grunt, he surged forward and eagerly thrust himself

deeper into her welcoming hole.

Her pussy clenched around him and the rest of the world melted away. No longer in control of his actions,

he reared back and slammed his hips back into hers. Her sigh of pleasure fell on deaf ears. He was too

focused on plowing his tool through her velvety furrows. Like an animal operating on blind instinct, he

fucked the dragoness with wild abandon.

His cock joyously burrowed into its new-found home. Her warm tunnel had instantly become its favorite

place and it wanted to never leave. Every scrap of friction sent jolts of ecstasy along his entire being.

The rippling muscles encasing his member drove him drove him mad with excitement. Every pulse of her

satisfaction, every appreciative squeeze, demanded a response. And how he responded. With each twitch he

threw himself at her, bucking in uncontrollable passion.

In and out, in and out, in and out, he pistoned through her well-lubricated passage. He was barely aware of

her cries of delight or his own ragged gasps. His muscles burned with fatigue, but he felt too good to stop.

His cock raced through her tunnel like a runaway train with no chance of slowing down.

Without warning, her pussy began to spasm. Her firm grip became a hardened vise as she clenched around his

member. Heedless of his intentions, her muscles pulled him in, demanding that he explore the full length of

her sensual passage.

He happily acquiesced to her demands and rammed his cock as far into her as he could. He ground his pelvis

against her hips, trying desperately to wriggle his way deeper. That last, frantic thrust proved to be one

too many. The rippling sensations along his tingling cock overwhelmed him and he lost all control. The

mounting pressure inside him reached its peak and he exploded. Hot semen erupted from his tip and splashed

into her welcoming chamber.

The exhilarating experience was too much for his equilibrium. He lost his balance and fell forward. His

arms twined themselves around her shoulders. He groaned in satisfaction, enjoying a sensual world rich in

stimulation as he pumped her full of his seed.

Lost in his own world of orgasmic bliss, he felt more than heard her roar of pure delight. The muscles that

had just begun to relax pulsed with renewed vigor. Once more, they his seized his cock, urging him to find

the bottom of her endless depths. The silken walls of her canal guided his sperm forward, propelling it all

the way to her receptive womb.

He clutched her tightly, trying to find leverage as he poured his precious essence into her holiest of holies.

Beneath him, the dragoness writhed in ecstasy. She took everything he had to offer and asked for more. Even

when he was utterly spent, she continued to suck at him, milking his cock for sperm he no longer had.

Relaxing drowsily, in sweet afterglow he almost missed it. So much of his presence had already entered her

heavenly tunnel, that he hardly noticed when the rest of himself began to follow. He was too caught up in

basking in her delicious warmth to worry about why he was leaving himself. It was far easier to just allow

her to coax him further along her wonderful passage.

She was so gentle, so warm, so inviting, that he never questioned her insistent pull until it was almost too

late. He was already completely out of his body, luxuriating in her wonderful massage when he noticed what

was happening. Finished with his body, the dragoness was now sucking greedily at his soul. Tender as always,

she was dragging him irresistibly deeper and deeper into herself, into her very Core. A place so steeped in

her powerful self, it would wipe him away and consume him without any conscious effort.

He panicked. For a moment, instinct took over and he tried to pull away. Then he remembered who he was

fighting. More important, he remembered that she was only taking what was already hers by rights. Her

love and persistence had already tamed his self-destructive spirit. This was only a formalized ceramony,

the fulfillment of something that had already happened. If she wanted to Claim him, he would stand aside

and let her take him. All of him. He reigned in the impulse to fight back and allowed her to bind him.

Mind. Body. And now soul. A sense of peace and serenity enveloped him as he crossed the blinding threshold

and disappeared into her very being.

* * * *

He was tired, so very tired, although he couldn't remember why. He didn't know where he was. But that could

wait. Right now, he needed rest. Sweet sleep. He just wanted to curl up and let unconsciousness carry him

blissfully away.

A great weight tumbled off his aching back. Then a jolt of disorientation hit him as he felt his body hit

the ground. He shook his head weakly, a vain attempt to dispell incongruent sensation of simultaneously

standing up and laying down. He whimpered pitifully in confusion. He was too tired for puzzles. He just

wanted to sleep.

With eyes other than his own, he watch his body--that was his body, wasn't it?--curl into a ball. The

perplexing sight wasn't helping. Why couldn't he close his eyes? Nothing made sense. And he was so exhausted.

When would he be able to sleep? At last, the image blurred and dimmed out. That was better. Darkness was

good for sleeping.

He could feel sleep slowly creeping up on him, which suited him just fine. Ah, beautiful slumber. Like an

old lover, he relished its approach. Its soothing embrace would conceal his problems, if only for the

moment, just as it always did.

He felt himself wrap a wing about his bare shoulders. His bleary mind didn't even bother protesting the

impossibility of the event. He just accepted it. In a moment, it wouldn't matter. He would be asleep and it

would all make sense when he woke up. He nuzzled the top of his head with the side of his face. Such a nice

way to drift off.

He slipped over the edge of consciousness and plunged into the soothing lands of slumber. His senses darkened,

fading out one by one. As he blacked out, he felt her omnipresent voice welling up from the depths of their

heart. "I love you."