Dragon Riders - IC

As they moved together, Sapphira's pain floated away and was soon entirely forgotten. She whimpered and moaned at Eragon's motions; whether he was experienced or not, the man seemed to know what he was doing. Even the dragonness herself didnt know about her own body, where the hot spots were and how she enjoyed them touched, but Eragon seemed to know those things for her and the beautiful dragon-turned-woman savored every moment of his attentions.
After a while, and in the midst of a lavishing of kisses from her man, Sapphira felt a strange buildup within her depths. Her stomach began to tighten, and she felt that a wave of some sort was about to crash through her entire body. She could only murmer short syllables and meaningless words, but there was an urgency behind them, an unknown question in her mind.
 
" I is all right, my dear Saphira... it is a good thing, let yourself feel the love you have for me." He whispering into her mind. Even as he smiled to her, his hands ever so gently ran over the sides of her body. He could feel, the way her skin shivered beneath his touch. How every nuance of a curve to her body was moving, grinding, touching. With a loud groan though, he could feel how her body instinctivly clutched to him. How her body was arching into his, that if she did not have his body, that she would, could not be complete! Neither could Eragon though. His heavy balls gently smacking into her upturned ass... his length, ever so gently sliding into her heavenly bliss. His hands gently smoothed over her heaving breasts, his thumbs flicking the hard nipples as he ever so softly kissed her, silencing her cries!
 
His mouth over hers providing the comfort she needed, Saphira let herself feel whatever it was she was feeling. Her moans erupted into his mouth, her body wracked and writhed with pleasure as the dragonness experienced her first ever orgasm - and quite the climax it was! She moaned and moaned, letting herself quicken their pace as she rocked her hips into him harder and harder still, allowing her body to do what it willed.
She could feel the tension building also in Eragon's mind, and tried her best to encourage his own climax. It made sense to her that he would experience some similar sort of bodily bliss, and she eagerly awaited her lover's own cries of passion amidst her own.
 
In her sleep Midnight shifted restlessly. Even as she slept she was growing. She had sensed the urgency coming off Brom and though she didn't know what caused it, on a subconscious level she knew he needed her fully grown. It was taking much energy but his need had triggered a series of hormone responses within her that were accelerating her growth process.

If she was going to be able to protect him she needed to be larger.

One could almost have watched her body stretching and growing if they'd paid attention but it was such a smooth process that more likely they would have looked away for something else and been shocked at how big she'd gotten when they looked back. By morning she was as long as Brom was tall and, instead of being curled into his chest, was stretched along his back with one wing curled over him to keep him warm.
 
Oh Eragon would definatly have his own climax, though for him it was of a different sort, since he had a hard cock, and she had her beautifully smooth pussy. Although he couldn't help but groan, growling even as he thrust into her... his balls tightened, as his grunts filled her mouth, so did his hard manhood fill her body. Her spasming pussy was making it so much better though, his cries began entering her mouth, as she felt the shiver through his body, as she felt his hard cock throb wildly inside her, and then, the climax. She felt something from him entering her body, even as he lifted his lips from her and cried out her name, his entire body tensing, as he filled her hot, wet pussy, with his cum!
 
The rush of hot, sticky liquid entering her depths gave Saphira a new wave of pleasure, a new pocket of energy. She bucked and moaned beneath her lover, realizing that this was the consummation of it - the two were lovers now, bound not only by magic, by emotion, in mind, in spirit... but now also in body. The insignia was only the beginning, Saphira realized, and her body convulsed in another, stronger orgasm as her own juices mingled with those of the impossibly lovely Eragon.
 
Eragon literally howled with delight, her tight newly bonded pussy clutching to her love's cock felt utterly amazing. He could not help but hiss out her name, even as he leant down and kissing her, amazingly, she felt despite he had just exploded, he did not soften... that her body was enough to make him cry out and pleasure her body, yet not enough that he would wish to stop, and whom could blame him for that. Her body, was truly, and utterly amazing... he was enraptured, in the sight of her lips parted, he kissing her again deeply, his tongue driving in, seeking hers forever more!
 
In the northern cave

Galyeon chuckled, "You might be surprised." "I couldn't take you in that way, but...it would be fun to try and masterbate you until you covered me with dragon cum." He recalled just how huge Glacier's dragon form was...he'd be coated from heat to toe in the hot, sticky, whiteness. It was a dirty, nastily pleasant thought. If Glacier had chosen to come with him, perhaps they could have tried it sometime...

Glacier suddenly rose, and Galyeon felt that familiar old fear from his childhood return. He was in the arms of a far more physically powerful being, after all. The fear melted away as his lover began to kiss, nip, and lick his way down the thin mage's neck, to tease and delightfully torture his nipples. Gods! How sweet and good it was! He let out a long, loud moan, one hand running through the dragon-man's short tuft of blond hair, the other gripping one buttock tightly. How long had it been since he'd had a lover so content and eager to explore his body this way? How had he ever lived without it?

Feeling the hard thickness of Glacier's cock resting along his taint, the head on his ass cheeks, Galyeon grinned. He rolled his hips up and down, rubbing Glacier's manhood with his buttocks as his own bumped joyously again and again against his lover's hard stomach.
 
Galyeon had shown such a serious demeanor from his very first words to Glacier that the white dragon was surprised to discover the little mage had a beautiful laugh and appreciated the idea of 'fun'. Surprised, but very pleased. While Glacier could be a powerful and canny fighter when necessary, he much preferred safe, relaxed, and free to indulge his playful nature. "Hmmmm," he purred into Galyeon's stomach as his mouth wandered from the smaller man's nipples down to his navel, then lower still, "that would indeed be fun. And afterwards I would lick you clean, demonstrating that a dragon's tongue is long enough to reach some very interesting places."

"But I like this, being able to wrap myself around you and feel you wriggling so deliciously against me." Having thoroughly tasted Galyeon's quivering stomach, Glacier took a first small lick of the tip of the delicate flame-haired man's cock, savoring the mix of rich musk and the sweet taste of precome. Galyeon moaned, and the white dragon-man grinned and added, "And you make such lovely sounds... I have heard elven musicians play, but I would much rather listen to you pant and moan for me."
 
"Continue in that manner," the flame haired mage wryly added, "and you will have a symphony to listen to." The problem with having a lover orally please one was that unless there was some serious movement, they were largely out of your grasp. Galyeon liked to feel and touch his lovers at all moments, to let his clever fingers explore the magnificence of their bodies. As Glacier licked his cock once more, he let out a long, falling moan, rolling his head back. His hands gripped the massive man's shoulders, feeling the hard bunched up muscle. Gods, he was glorious! "You feel divine," he whispered, "so magnificent..." "So strong and manly."
 
Glacier gave the slender red-haired man a rather smug grin, then took Galyeon's whole cock in his mouth until his nose was buried in those soft ruby curls, breathing in that intoxicating male musk. This was the white dragon-man's absolute favorite scent in the world - muscles might be the symbol of manliness to Galyeon, but to Glacier the essence of masculinity was this scent. One whiff of it always sent blood galloping to his erection until it was as hard as marble and dripping with readiness for action. Even better, it captured his whole attention, cleared his mind of worries so nothing distracted him from the pure primal pleasure of pleasing a willing mate. And the scent wasn't so tantalizing just because it was the scent of male sex; no, it always awed and delighted Glacier how every man's scent was unique, part sex but part purely him. The dragon imagined that even blindfolded and not permitted to listen or touch or taste, he could identify and man who had been his lover by scent alone.

Of course he was very glad not to be blindfolded, as he swirled his tongue around Galyeon's penis and savored the delicate man's 'symphony' of pleasure-sounds as well as admiring the play of muscles across the slender mage's ribs and stomach as Galyeon arched and wriggled. Slipping his hands under the flame-haired man's hips Galyeon cupped those luscious little butt cheeks in the palms of his big hands and massaged them, now and then teasingly slipping a fingertip over the sensitive little hole. The white dragon man's own cock was begging to be inside the mage's hot little body, and Glacier wondered if there was anything resembling oil in the cave or if Galyeon would prefer to be licked inside and out until he was wet and ready for Glacier's fat throbbing alabaster shaft.
 
(OCC: sunandshadow, check your PMs!)

The mountain cave rang with sound, with the moans and cries of one who had long ago thought he would never feel such with any lover again. Galyeon's fiery hair fell down onto his chest and fanned out under his head as he writhed in Glacier's sensual clutches. The feeling of those powerful hands on his ass, fondling his cheeks, of the finger teasing his entrance, the wet, alive mouth that was devouring his entire cock, it was more, much more than he'd dared imagine he'd feel again.

"Ohh, don't stop, magnificent one!" The little mage panted, his eyes hot and lustful. "Please!" He moaned loudly, pushing his hips up as his hulking lover sucked his manhood joyously. At the feeling of the finger on his asshole, Galyeon nodded, "Nnn...do it, please...stick it in me and loosen me...I want to feel your manhood, your hugeness in me...soon."

He whimpered and bit his lower lip, knowing that as soon as Glacier started to finger his ass, he was likely to climax. He was very sensitive there, and so turned on that he was fit to burst. "Make ready, Glacier, soon...soon I will reach my peak and you will need to worry about being covered in my seed."
 
Glacier's eyes were slitted with cocky amusement as he considered the little mage begging beneath his touch, displaying all the classic signs of a human in heat - and this a bare half hour after the man had been threatening him with magery. It was lucky for the pretty little mage that the only part of him Glacier wanted to eat was the seed he could sense welling up in Galyeon's balls, because he somehow doubted the man would have the concentration to summon his air elemental at the moment. Glacier chuckled to himself but gave the mage what he wanted so badly, sliding a finger into his hot insides, seeking that particularly sensitive spot.

If this hadn't been the first time in too long for both of them, Glacier would have been inclined to tease and hold the red-haired man on the agonizingly pleasurable edge; but Galyeon seemed sex-hungry enough that it would be easy to bring him to arousal again, and Glacier himself was getting truly desperate to sheath himself in that slender body that tasted so tantalizingly of magic spice; when he spilled his seed all Galyeon's muscles would relax and the white dragon-man would have the best chance of working his thick cock into that tight passage without hurting the little mage.
 
"Oh, gods, yes!" Galyeon softly cried as Glacier's finger pushed inside him. So good. So good, and it was just one. Not even the gorgeous dragon's cock. Oh, how that would feel! The slender magic worker squeezed his assa round the probing finger, whimpering softly.

At the chuckle, he opened his eyes, smirking up at his lover, "Don't look so cocky, Glacier." "You..ohhh, ohh, yes...you need this...nnn...want this...as badly as I do." Then the big man twisted his finger and flexed it, hitting that spot. Galyeon arched his back, crying out, "AHHH!" "yes!" "Take my essence!" "Glacier!"

His cock spasmes and twitched in the dragon's mouth, strands of his ropey white seed blasting forth. More and more and more came forth, surprising even the mage himself as he floated in his esctasy. He always released a lot, and it had been a long time, but still he was shocked. As he left him, he felthis body totally limp and relaxed. Running a hand, up the manly chest of his draconic partner, he nodded, "Do it, please." "Let me feel you in me, magnificent one."
 
One side of the white dragon hated to have it brought to his attention that he needed this. Was pained by the reminder that he couldn't truly have it; the mage would either go back South, leaving Glacier's life to seem suddenly colorless and desolate by contrast with this one moment of passion; or the mage would change his tune and try to force Glacier's cooperation after all, shattering the meaning of this moment by revealing that he had only pretended attraction and longing to try to persuade Glacier to take him as a rider. At some level Glacier even considered himself pathetic for being so desperately lonely, and angry that a stranger could so easily see his weakness.

But on the other hand... on the other hand Galyeon was smiling, and gorgeous, and warm, and wonderful smelling, and nearly melting with enjoyment at Glacier's touch... and he had said, "You need this as badly as I do." There was no way Glacier could make himself stop being vulnerable, the nonexistent gods knew how hard he had tried over the years to find a mate, even altering his shape and looking outside his species. And there was no way now to conceal his desperate craving from the mage, somehow Galyeon's elementals had brought him that information even before the white dragon knew the red-haired mage existed. But if Galyeon had the same vulnerability, the same longing for a lifelong ally tempered by fear of betrayal... did that make it ok?

Which would hurt more - to take the chance and later find out that the mage did not truly love him, or to let the man leave, eventually die as his limited human lifespan ran out or sooner when his enemies caught up with him, and always know that he himself had chosen to huddle alone in the snow rather than take a chance at making the lovely flame-haired mage his lifemate? The uncertainty tore at glacier's heart, and mixed oddly with his physical longing to plunge his aching shaft inside Galyeon and press himself as close to the other man as physically possible.

Watching, hearing, tasting the little human lose control as he found his climax made Galyeon suddenly realize he wanted the other man's vulnerability. Suddenly the white dragon was desperately hungry to make the pretty, dangerous man drop all his shields, ravenous to take that openness and plunge himself into it so Galyeon would never be able to forget him, look at him as just a means to power, judge him and find him wanting. He gulped down the fiery mage' seed but that only whetted his appetite. Even before Galyeon verbally gave Glacier permission to enter him the white dragon read the acceptance in the smaller man's body and was bringing the weeping tip of his cock to the other's hot entrance; but Galyen's plea to feel him released Glacier's last self restraint, and he started pressing himself forward into the smaller man's tight heat and the agonizing pleasure of moving slowly enough not to hurt the pretty little mage.
 
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