Sacrifice to the Dragon ~Closed

[Lucian_Devine]

There was always something special about milking the first sexual responses from a virgin that Itovir'Sargt truly enjoyed. He'd been through many a town and heard men complain about being with virgins and how they had no idea what they were doing, or how they laid there like a dead fish, and he had to stifle a scoff every time. It wasn't that he doubted the men's experiences, so much as he felt sorry for the girls who had to endure such idiocy and lack of skill "My prize, my dear Deya..." He started as he once again let his hands run through what was quickly becoming a mess of gorgeous red hair before finally closing his fist in it and giving it the slightest of pulls as he leaned closer still. The motion pulled her chin up, her gaze aligned with his, and his lips a hair's breadth away from hers. "...is that you have to paint me..." He continued, his yellow eyes shining as he let his nose brush against hers, his grip in her hair loosening as his hands gently massaged the scalp he might have offended. "...while I sit there and enjoy myself. Furthermore..." He said after a brief pause, just to let her think he was done, his lips lifting to feather a kiss against her forehead. "...you have to decide what clothes I wear...or don't wear...for it." He gave her a wink to let her know that he was clearly just playing at the domineering personality, just in case there was any doubt, being as he was giving her what she wanted, simply because she wanted it.

Itovir'Sargt chuckled at Deya telling him that he should follow his dream, but that he shouldn't be gone too long, lest she miss her pillow. He would certainly miss her as well during those long days and nights, and not just as a sexual being to slate his lust, but as a companion in general, whether she ended up being his mate or not. "Of course you can." He said when she asked him for permission to ask about some of the specifics about being mated. His hands paused with rubbing her back as she asked her flurry of questions, and his yellow eyes looked at her as he gave her his full attention. "Dragons are indeed magic creatures, but all dragons are not created equally. What we all share though, is that we are not only stronger in our lair, but we have some abilities in our lair that we wouldn't have outside of it. One of the abilities that I have in my lair is "telepathy" , and while I do sometimes use the telepathy to communicate with the staff and the sacrifices, I have sworn to all of them, and swear to you now, that I will never do anything more than that." He'd of course spoken every word with his mouth, save for the word "telepathy", which he spoke with his mind, using no more effort than walking or breathing. It was just one of the many benefits of being a prismatic dragon in his own lair. Now, as to your other questions, I mentioned what would happen if I bedded you like this, and the same applies to bedding you in any other polymorphed form, and that is that you would have a half-dragon if you became pregnant. The child would be a live birth, not an egg. If we are to succeed in my true form, with my true mate, she would start to ovulate with the first breeding, and when she becomes pregnant, there would be approximately two to five eggs that take about 7 months for her to birth and another two years to hatch. Size is of course a concern, for the act itself, the pregnancy, and the laying, but I believe I've figured out a way to make it work."

There was a stirring in Itovir'Sargt's human loins from Deya's teasing, and even his hands started to get a bit more bold in their rubbing, going a bit farther down past her hips when he rubbed down her back, and flaring outwards a bit as he came up her back to let his thumbs glide over the outer curve of her breasts on his way up to stroke her hair. It was all superficial teasing of course, and he'd stop at the first sign of discomfort, but he was simply following her lead now that he'd set her on this course.

 

[Perplexia]

She moaned lightly as he pulled her hair making her look up at him. Deya loved it when he said her name. His fingers massaging her scalp made her smile. "ooh i get to raid your closet" she perked up and smiled teasingly at him knowing full well she was going to have him shirtless. Although glad she got to paint him, she had hoped he would have picked something for himself. "How about that as your prize, you may also choose what i wear or don't wear while i paint you". she smirked at him teasingly. For her, she wanted him to be happy not just giving her anything she asked for, but pleasing himself as well. If they were going to make this happen, it had to be a give take relationship.

Listening intently to his explanation of the mating of dragons, She moaned softly as he rubbed her back. "I don't want you to have to withhold who you are from me" she said sincerely when he said he promised he would never use anything but telepathy. "For us to find our way to mates. You must be free to be who you are, as you have graciously allowed me to be. I am learning your heart, and I don't think anything in this world would stop me from wanting you to be happy as well." her fingers caressed his cheek lightly when she spoke to him.

He told her about the how she would carry half dragon and pure dragon children. In truth she hadn't ever thought about having kids. Because that meant she had to be a mans property. With Itorvir'Sargt however, he didn't see her as an inferior, and seemed to have a great deal of respect for humans in general. But more than anything, if the voice was correct. She would help to save his species with their children. There was no better gift to leave the world with than parts of him. Well and the girls would be allowed to go to school. "I'm not worried." she responded after he told her about having children. Kissing his chest again her tongue darted out and tasted him. "mmm" she purred looking back up into his eyes. More moans followed from her lips as his hands went past her hips and over the outer curve of her breasts.

Her arousal was causing dampness on his hip as she was putty under his fingers. All she wanted was for him to continue to touch her. Her hips moved a little letting her grind her aching pussy against him. Her breathing increased as well. It was crazy that she had just met him, and knew that she would refuse him nothing. There was no improper he had said. Whatever was happening between them just felt right. For at least the next twenty years she had him, and if the voice was right. She was his for as long as she lived. As her moaning increased from the rubbing against him, and his touches her nails raked lightly over his perfect abs. "Itovir'Sargt" she said with a slight rasp. "don't stop, don't ever stop"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt chuckled at her words, as the thought of Deya rummaging through his human closet for hours to find the perfect outfit for him was undoubtedly entertaining. When she offered up her compromise though, he couldn't help but lean forward, letting his cheek slide against hers as he inhaled her scent. He'd inhaled her scent that was both definitely female and uniquely hers. "That is...acceptable..." He said, slipping the words into her mind as he pressed the tenderest of kisses to the pulse point on her neck.

The feeling of Deya kissing his chest sent surges pulsing through Itovir'Sargt's body, and struggle as he might, his human cock was soon rock hard and throbbing within the confines of his long johns. His hands still continued their rubbing, massaging, and teasing though, getting bolder and bolder by the pass, soon going as far down as her firm and grippable ass, over to her young and shapely hips, and up to glide along the outer curve of her breasts, adding another finger, or more of one to his teasing touches that worked their way up to her neck before finally ending in that glorious hair of hers. Now though, with her head dipped to kiss his chest, it was hard for him not to keep a hand fisted in that gorgeous hair and wish that those lips were just a little bit lower kissing something else. Furthermore, he felt her dampness on his hip as she pressed and squeezed against him, felt her wanton need, and felt his own rising to match.

Itovir'Sargt knew that he'd told Deya that he wouldn't do it, but feeling her nails, hearing her moans, and hearing her words, he couldn't resist the urge to touch her mind with his, just to see if she truly truly wanted this. He saw that she wanted it on an instinctual level, but he looked deeper and saw that deep down, she did truly want this. With that knowledge attained, he pulled out of her mind, and on the next downward pass of his hands, rather than just grazing over her ass, he gripped her cheeks firmly, one in each hand, effortlessly pulled his leg from between hers, and guided her on top of him. He even went one step further and plopped her wet virgin pussy right down on top of his achingly hard cock, trapped against his body by his long johns. He then leaned forward, hugging her close, slipping his hands beneath the back of her nightgown to feel her soft and heated flesh beneath his fingertips. "Try rubbing against this." He arched his hips up to her, press his cock against her. "See if that works a little better for you." He then pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck let his hands glide down to her hips, still under her nightgown, and used his arms to guide her hands to his chest for her to use them as a balance point. His yellow eyes almost shone gold as he looked up at her, smiled, and nodded, hoping she'd take the opportunity to explore for herself.

~LD

 

[Perplexia]

Deya almost growled as he told her it was acceptable in her mind. It might have been creepy if it had been anyone else. But him being able to speak to her with his mind could be a benefit that she had no idea would be coming one day. With his lips touching her neck she let out another soft moan.

Each touch no matter where how soft or how firm was setting her body on fire. Her vocal moans grew louder as he grew bolder in where he would touch her body. When he pulled her on to of him she could feel his hardness between the lips of her pussy beneath his long johns. When he sat up and she could feel his hands on her skin, gripping her hips and pushed her hands up to his chest. She was understanding what she was saying. Holding on to him tightly her hips began to move her against his hardness. Her hands soon moved up to his shoulders as she began rubbing the ache against him.

Her breathing quickened as the orgasm built inside of her. "hot" she exclaimed tugging at her nightdress. Untying the string that held it in place she raised her arms. She could feel his hands pushing it up and helping her take it off. Revealing her firm c up breasts with the hard nipples that didn't know it yet, but were begging to be in his mouth. When her hands were free they went back to his shoulders. Her naked body was straddling his long johns. Her wet virgin pussy aching for release as she grinded it against his covered shaft. But the cloth was giving her rugburn from the rubbing. "hurts" she pouted slowing down and flipping the puffy lip of her pussy to show him the red from the cloth.

As she was moving her finger across her pussy she found her swollen clit and let out a moan Slowly she began to rub it with Itovir'Sargt's eyes watching. Her body was his, all he had to do, was take it.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt drank in every primal sound Deya made as her arousal drunk mind experienced these things for the first time, and experienced the sensations slowly build within her body. He got to watch and feel as her instincts took over and she started to hump against his , bracing on his strong chest as she bore down on him, then moved her hands up to her shoulders as her breath quickened. He heard the single word that exclaimed, and when she started to tug at her nightgown, pulling at the ties and undoing them, he happily moved to help her, keeping her steady on top of him and lifting the garment off of her when she lifted her arms, clearly signaling for him to take it off. He marveled at her young and firm breasts, as though it was the first time he'd seen breasts at all, especially those lovely hard and puckered nipples that were just begging to be sucked. He would have gone for them if she hadn't beaten him to it, with her hands jumping back down to his shoulders, her now naked body straddling his half naked one. He could see, hear, and smell the signs of her impending orgasms, and was thus surprised when she stopped, though he shouldn't have been. Her second one word statement told him the problem, and this one was partly his problem, thankfully though, he could help fix this one. She once again beat him to the punch though, as because one way or another, her finger found her swollen clit, and it pulled a moan from her, leading to her starting to rub it as he watched. He knew what would happen if he just laid idly by though, and as much as he would enjoy the show, he wanted to participate.

So, with a variety of options available to him, Itovir'Sargt went with one of the least utilized, because of the unique and quick access it gave to the offended area in question. He surged upwards from his position, wrapping his arms around Deya and kissing her with a fiery passion. It wasn't the first kiss he'd intended for her, but he hoped she wouldn't mind. As he kissed her though, one strong hand massaging slow but firm circles up her back while the other stroked her hair, he leaned into her even more with his upper body, feeling her diamond hard nipples pressing into his chest as he pushed her upper body back far enough for him to ease her to her back on the crumpled blankets and sheet, but also allow him to cross his legs and free them from between hers in the same motion. From there, it was a simple matter of sliding back just a touch, slipping his hands, arms, and eventually shoulders beneath her knees, and her virgin pussy was right in front of his mouth, just waiting for his apology.

Itovir'Sargt gently blew cold air upon the red and abused flesh as his fingers parted her for him. "I'm sorry. I should have known better." He said in Deya's mind as he continued to blow cool air on her pussy, but this time, instead of just parting her pussy lips, he let his two fingers slide up her pussy, one on each side of her outer lips, a task made easy by just how wet she was in this moment. He prided himself on being able to arouse even a virgin on their first time, but this was a surprise even to him. The third blowing of cold air came with a third finger, this one in between those dripping wet pussy lips. He stroked all the way upwards until he let his finger stroke over her clit, then reversed his motion, stroking over it again on the way down. He went one step further on the way down though, letting his finger tip flick against her virgin opening as his face dipped down as well. Where one might have expected a fourth blow of air and maybe four fingers, this time, there was a tongue. His long and flat tongue started at her virgin opening and licked it's way up the center of her slit until it reached her clit. Once there, he ended that lick with a firm flick of her clit. He didn't end there though, but immediately ramped things up as his arms camped around her thighs, his thumbs spread her fully for him, his mouth closed fully around that distended and sensitive nub, he sucked hard upon it, and he rapidly flicked it with his tongue again and again.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya had been dying to kiss him, and was so glad when he finally took the step. His fiery passion matched what she was feeling through her entre being. She faltered a little at first. But then followed his lips as their tongues found a dance that left her putty in his hands. They way his hand massaged her back slowly , and his other her head only added to the flames that roared inside of her. Taking her hand she moved it through his. Before she knew it their kiss had broken, and his face was between her thighs. She was gasping for breath from their kiss and already missing their magical tongue dance.

When the first bit of cold air hit her red sore area on the inside of her pussy lip she let out a a squeel followed by a giggle. She moaned as he spoke to her mind as the cool air seemed to sooth the pain from the cloth she was rubbing so vigorously against. "oooh god" she moaned loudly as he slid two fingers onto her wet pussy lips. Her hips tried pushing up when he blew his third cold breath hit her she about lost her mind as he slid a third finger up the center of her pussy to her clit.
She was gasping moaning and bucking hungerly at his touch. He rubbed her tender nub and when his mouth went around it sucking and flicking it he sent her over the edge in the hardest orgasm. Over and over she came for her expert dragon. Gasping and crying out as her fingers gripped his fingers with all the fierceness she could. If they had cum in them she would have milked him dry.

Slowly she began to come down, only for the slightest movement from him to set her off again. Deya had just been awakened to a new world, She would deny him nothing, she barely knew him and yet craved him with a fierceness that would make most woman blush. "yours' she found herself moaning to him. No doubt and no hesitation. Even if the voices were wrong, they were most definitely compatible sexually. A smile of ultimate bliss was across her face as her chest heaved. Slowly raising her hand she motioned for him to come up her body. She smiled as he did, her fingers on one hand slowly moving from his face , down his shoulders, and down his chest as he slowly made his way up to her. Lifting her legs she grabbed the top of his long johns and slowly began to pull them down as her mouth found his and kissed him softly at first, then with more of a passion. The hand that had beckoned him slowly traveled down his side and reached his hardness. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking his hardness in the same rhythm she had him rub against her earlier. Moving her hand from him. Her legs wrapped around him, his shaft hard against her sensitive clit and began pushing up against it as their tongues danced.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt had known that Deya would come off fast once he got his lips and tongue on her. She was too aroused not to, but even still, she she power of her orgasm was truly something to behold, even for him. He sucked and licked her through the full of that powerful orgasm, only slowly and finally stopping when it finally subsided. When he went to pull away though, something, whether it was his lips or his tongue on or clit, or his chin brushing against her sopping wet pussy, something set her off again. It was one thing for something to be stronger or faster than normal, but that was something he'd never experienced before, which was a new level enjoyment for him that he'd all but forgotten. He tried to stay still as she came off that second time, and even pulled away before it fully subsided, hoping to give her young body time to recover from the experience.

While Itovir'Sargt was trying to give her time to recover, Deya seemed to have other ideas. If the single word that she uttered mid moan wasn't enough to signal that to him, then blissful smile, heaving chest, and beckoning motion certainly were. He'd told himself that he wouldn't deny her anything though. So he crawled his way up her body without hesitation, sighing with contentment when he not only came in contact with her other hand, but felt it's slow but steady path downwards. He'd expected it to stop at his long johns, or maybe even toy with them and ask him to take them off. What he didn't expect though, was for her grab the top of them and slowly start pulling them down as she initiated a kiss. Hers was soft at first, but the passion quickly grew as her body's arousal clearly ramped up once more. When her beckoning hand found his skin and travelled down his body, it's path was equally direct. She, unlike many a virgin, didn't shy away from his eight inch cock or wonder how it's inch and a half diameter would fit inside her, especially with the prominently flared mushroom-shaped head with he clearly defined ridge of the mushroom-shape extending an extra quarter inch past the shaft on each side before tapering off into a rounded tip. Even the strokes were a bit unexpected, given that they hadn't done any exploratory touching first.

The biggest surprise came when Deya removed her stroking hand from his cock. It wasn't the removal of the hand that shocked Itovir'Sargt though, so much as what she did next, wrapping her legs around him, putting herself in a very similar position that they had started in, except that he was sitting instead of laying, and her legs were straight instead of kneeling. The similarities of course continued when she started to hump herself against his cock once more, pushing up against it, using his body for leverage, as their tongues danced on. As much as he enjoyed that dance though, and the knowledge that he was kissing her with her own taste, there was still something he wanted to test out, and there was no better time than the present. So he broke the kiss under the guise of needing to breathe, but maintained the intimate distance, forehead to forehead, for just a moment before a single hand on her shoulder pushed her upper body backwards far enough for his lips to pounce on one of her youthfully proud and standing high on her chest breasts. He kissed a quick circle around one breast before licking his way around her areola and finally letting his tongue flick against her nipple, just like he had her clit. Then and only then did he mirror what he'd done to her clit, pounce on her nipple like a starving babe, suckling hard as he rapidly flicked it with his tongue and rapidly dragged circles around it with his tongue, seeing what she enjoyed and milking the sensations from her body.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya gasped for air when he broke the kiss, and when he kissed a circle around her nipple she purred softly, when his tongue went across her chest to the other a moan came out of her lips, but when he pounced on her other nipple and suckled her hard flickign it rapidly her back arched as he pressed her breast against his head. Her fingers lightly holding his head there so he may feed if she were able to feed him. Her entire body was on fire once again. Arching, moaning , and pushing her hips up. Once again with little effort Itovir'Sargt had set the young virgins body on fire. "oh god Itovir'Sargt" she moaned "please please please" . She had no idea what she was begging for. But somehow knew he would.

If her mind were on anything but the pleasure of him trying to milk her milk less breast she would have come to the conclusion that when she painted him, she wouldn't' be surprised if he'd have her naked doing it. Between their kisaeng what he was doing to her now she was unhinged. He had her completely, even if it was never either of their intentions to end up writhing upon her sheets like horny teenagers. This was only day one. She had no idea what more they could or would do, just that she still never wanted him to not be by her side. If she were thinking of anything other than how amazing he made her feel how much she hungered for anything and everything he had and or would do to her. She might be reveling how the day went from a two day walk, to being with the most amazing person/dragon she'd ever met.

Still she wouldn't' know how to tell him what the voice told her. What if the voice was wrong? It's not like she'd had any proof of what it had told her. Other than yes, she felt at home with his arms around her. She'd never meshed with anyone like this. Even her closest friend, she couldn't be 100percent herself with. But Itovir'Sargt, he just accepted her, and was so patient with all of her questions and ramblings. She wouldn't be cruel and get his hopes up. She wasn't even sure how they would know they were mates. Was it simply just true love?"

"Please, Please , Please" she moaned again as he suckled her and continued to make her arousal rise more and more. She wanted him, she needed him, only him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The feeling of Deya's hand holding his head to her breast was truly the best part. The act was so simple, yet so very intimate. There was no milk to give, yet Itovir'Sargt knew that she'd give it if she had it. He touched her mind with his once more, even as his tongue ravaged her nipple and her pussy humped against his cock. He could feel the wanton need building in her body, see the arching of her body, pressing both her pussy harder against his adamantine-cored cock and her breast into his waiting mouth. A simple shift of his hips is all it would take to give the young virgin what she craved, what she craved yet had no idea how to ask for.

Itovir'Sargt knew that the sexual education in the village was lax to begin with, but it was especially so with the girls. It was easy enough to calculate which girls would end up in the festival, simply based on when they were born. It didn't stop parents from having kids, but rather had them once again wishing for sons. Girls were generally seen as inferior in every way, but festival girls were treated differently. Their parents never told them of sex, even when their bodies began to change with puberty. They figured that the less they knew, the less curious they'd be. Similarly, they were escorted everywhere, to ensure their virginity remained intact. Nobody knew what would happen if a soiled girl was chosen for the festival, but nobody wanted to find out. He remembered the one and only time when a drunken fool had tried to sneak in and steal the virginity from the chosen sacrifice. He didn't get far in his attempt, but he paid for it dearly. His manhood was removed with a rusty knife and burned before his eyes before he was hung, drawn, and quartered, with pieces of his body being buried at the four corners of the village. It was a warning from the village, that despite their views, the sacrifices, and their virginity were for Itovir'Sargt and Itovir'Sargt alone.

Itovir'Sargt's eyes closed as all of this passed through his mind in a second, all while his mind tapped into the mind of the beautiful woman before him, using her own bodies cravings against her, switching breasts when one got too sensitive, hopping up to her neck when she craved it, using just a hint of force to muscle her head to the side to get a better angle on the pulse point there. With this final act though... With a flash of movement and the smallest hint of his strength, his arms closed around her as he rotated their bodies and put her back down so that her head was on one of the soft down pillow. Her legs were still around his, with his cock trapped between her pussy lips, but again, a simply movement was all it would take to either free himself or free her of her virginity. Instead though, his eyes, truly shining gold, looked down at Deya, her red hair like a halo surrounding her head, and slid his right hand up her body until it rested over her heart.

"Deya..." Itovir'Sargt started simply, using his mind to ensure that he pierced through the lust. "I can give you what you want..." He said simply, holding that lovely green gaze with his. "...but I will not lie to you. There will be discomfort at first. There will be pain at first, and you will bleed, but it will only be this first time. If you need me to stop, be it because it's uncomfortable, too painful, or any other reason..." He brought his left hand up to stroke her hair as he held her gaze once more, still not moving any other muscle so as not to distract her with sensations, letting her choose this of her own free will. "...just tell me, and I will stop. You won't be a failure, a bad girl, a dirty girl, cast out, or killed...I promise." With his last words, his left hand moved from her hair, gliding down her cheek, her chin, her throat, gliding down her breastbone between her breasts, all the way down until it reached her tummy where it dipped to the left to let him grab her hip. His hips meanwhile, shifted backwards just a little, allowing his cock to dip down. The ridge of the mushroom head flicked past her clit one more time on the way by before his cock glided slowly down the full length of her pussy, wetting the one part that hadn't gotten truly wet yet, before stopping when the mushroom shaped head was nestled against her virgin opening. "Are you ready?" He finished with a question, plain and simple, hand on her hip to help thrust, hand on her heart to help ground her, and his cock finding it's way to her virgin pussy without the guidance of either of their hands. all that was left, was the words from her that he so desperately craved.

 

[Perplexia]

Was this what it meant to be driven mad by desire? she wondered. Her body was on fire, only he could put it out, only he could cure the ache between her thighs that occurred from his touch. From his kiss, oh god those lips. She needed him, she wanted him, she needed to be closer to him, more wild moans came from her lips. Itovir'Sargt had won over her body with little effort, she was his and she wanted to be. Never had she thought she'd ever want to be ravaged by a man, until she met him. His brain, his way with words, those damn golden eyes, his body, it was all the perfect he was perfect. Together they were perfection at its finest. Sweet mother of Zeus she thought, he is welcome to me for the rest of our lives.

Deya moaned when he said her name. "Yesss" she moaned when he told her he could give her what she wanted, followed by a plead of "pleasseee", Her eyes were captured with hers as he kept her from writhing her body. He told her of the pain, and the bleeding, that it was only for their first time, that at any point she could tell him to stop that shew would be bad or cast out etc. if she changed her mind. Those thing hadn't' even crossed her mind. Of course neither did ever stopping him either. She could feel his hardness pressing against her opening. "claim me as yours" she moaned in response if she was ready. There was no hesitation, worry or doubt. She needed to feel him inside of her. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. She didn't even really know why she said claim, just that she needed to be his. Whatever steps they had to take to get there. She wanted it but most importantly she wanted him.

She didn't know how they would know if she was his true mate or not. But now more than ever she wanted the voice to be right. Even though carrying a giant eggs for 7 months didn't' sound comfortable, It would be so worth it to see the joy on his face when his first pureblood child emerged from its shell. Deya couldn't imagine not being with him for the rest of her life. Not sharing moments like these with him. Her eyes stayed with his as she waited for him to make her his.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Deya's words were wanton, needy, and immediate. So Itovir'Sargt once again touched her mind and innermost thoughts, making sure that she truly did want this, and that it was not just her lust talking. He'd done this so very many times, but this was the first when he could truly make sure that there wasn't even a shred of inner doubt instead of just reluctant acceptance. Yes, it was true that she'd changed from when they'd first met, but so had he. The simple fact that she could instill such a change in him, despite his age, race, and everything else, had his cock jumping just a bit more, aching to get at the beautiful virgin before it.

"As you wish, Deya." Itovir'Sargt said simply, using telepathy once again because of how strongly her body reacted each time he used both it, and especially her name with it. His golden gaze held hers as his hips eased forward, his grip on her hip using but a fraction of his strength to hold her in place for him, just like the hand on her heart that used a similar fraction of his strength to do the same. It could hurt even more if she was allowed to struggle with the pain, and cause more lasting damage, and that wasn't what he wanted for any of them, least of all Deya.

The press of Itovir'Sargt's hips, and thus the head of his cock against Deya's virgin opening was slow but deliberate. He pushed, knowing that it could all be too good to be true. He pushed, his golden gaze holding hers through it all, even as he felt her virgin body fighting him. He pushed, subconsciously holding his breath as he waited for...POP! The feeling of her pussy suddenly relenting, and the engorged head of his cock surging into her with a literal popping sound pulled a sharp gasp from him, and the sensations that flooded his body had him quaking on top of her, his fingers tightening their grip on her hip as his nails raked over her heart.

With just the head of his needy cock inside of her, Itovir'Sargt leaned his upper body down over Deya and gave her the softest and tenderest kiss he'd ever given anyone. Yes, he knew what she wanted in this moment, and it would come, but he had to communicate what he was feeling too, and even his telepathy wouldn't have been sufficient in that moment. So, with that communication properly completed, he kept himself there, his forehead pressed against hers, her diamonds hard nipples poking into his chest from atop those gloriously young and perky breasts of hers, he started to thrust. He started slow, feeding his dear virgin just an inch of himself, tapping into her mind as he did so before easing himself out, letting his chest glide against her nipples as the bed creaked with the motion. His second thrust came with a second inch of his shaft, and a soft sigh. His slow thrusts had more than one purpose, with the primary one of course being to give Deya and her body time to get used to the feeling of a cock inside her, and the secondary reason to feel for her hymen. Now that he'd felt it, and had a feel for how deep in it was relative to his length, he could prepare for what was to come next, for better and for worse. "I'm sorry, Deya..." He whispered softly against her lips before kissing her again, this one a hard and passionate one that was accompanied by a clenching of his tighter grip with his left hand and a surge of his hips. His cock plunged deep and hard, effortlessly shredding her hymen as he buried half of his eight inch cock inside of her and paused, lifting his left hand to stroke her hair as he pressed kisses across her cheeks and forehead. He hated the pain he had to cause, even if it was necessary for his purposes.

 

[Perplexia]

His voice in her head again made her moan and clench her pussy trying to grasp the tip of his cock to no avail. Her eyes stayed with his , searching as he eased his hips forward. She could feel his pulse through his hand. Somehow the pulsating beat of his heart through his pulse seemed to relax her to be ready for what was to come. When he pressed the head of his cock in she gasped as he did at the Pop, her pussy seemed confused at first not sure to whether to push out the invasion or welcome it in. There was a little pain from the stretching of her virgin pussy to take him, but it was nothing like the gratification of him , even just a small bit of him, finally inside of her. Her mouth open at the pain and pleasure just that little bit of him caused as well as the light scratches over her breast from his nails.

The kiss he gave her was different then the passionate ones they had previously. This one was more loving, tender and gratitude of the gift and ultimate trust she was bestowing upon him. With his forhead pressed to hers she wished she could speak to his mind as he did hers. Her mouth opened wide at his first thrust , even though it was just another inch or so of him she acclimated quicker to his glorious member being inside of her. When he apologized and kissed her hard and passionately she was half way through moaning in his delicious mouth before she cried out at his deep hard thrust into her. Her eyes went wide. This took a little longer to adjust to as he spread kisses across her forehead and cheeks with kiss and held himself deep inside of her.

Her body as well was frozen as the pain subsided. Her hand stroked his face lightly as she smiled with such adoration she thought she would surely bust from joy. He was finally inside of her. The best had yet to even come and yet she was on cloud nine to have him buried inside of her. She fit him like a glove, and as her pussy adjusted it started to grip at his cock with hunger. The pain could be described as almost fleeting. Of course at the moment it was a bit tender, but the joy of being with him in like this was more over powering. Her hips pushed up a little and she purred at him, then she pushed a little more enjoying the way his cock felt rubbing on the inside of her tight wet pussy. Even the pain wasn't enough to discourage her need for his carnal love.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Despite how good everything else had gone and been, it was impossible for Itovir'Sargt to have been one-hundred percent sure about how Deya would respond to that first penetration. Even with him telling her what was coming, and her begging him to claim her, it was impossible to tell how somebody was going to take that first bit of discomfort, pain, and of course intimacy. Still, he savored this moment the most, because it would never be more raw and real than this.

That first tender touch to his face from Deya after he broke hymen meant a lot to Itovir'Sargt in that moment. He could only imagine all the emotions flooding her body in that moment, namely because he wasn't peaking in at that moment, but the first feel of her pussy starting to clench around his penetrating cock send shivers down his spine and made his jaw quiver against her bottom lip. The loss of his hand on her hip, because it was still up stroking her hair, let her lift her hips a little, pushing him a little deeper into her tight and wet glove. He could feel her need in so many ways, and his need was growing too, made all the stronger by hers.

Itovir'Sargt braced his left hand by Deya's head and pushed his upper body back before moving his left hand back to her hip. Only then did he take her lead and give her that full fifth inch that she craved. After that though, he slowly dragged almost all the way out leaving just the head of his engorged cock inside of her before reversing his motion and slowly easing it back in, once again using his grip on her hip to hold her steady and to thrust as he pressed down on her with the tiniest bit of force with his hand over her heart. This equally slow and gentle pushing thrust came with six inches of his cock, and he wondered if she'd catch on to what he was doing as he eased his cock out of her again. She didn't have long to catch on though, as there were just two thrusts left before he felt the sensitive tip of his cock nestled against her cervix, and another shiver down his spine. True, this was just his polymorphed human form, but it had to mean something that her pussy was perfectly sized for a form that he'd used for over two-thousand years, right? It just had to!

Only when the last inch of his cock had been eased into the dear virgin beneath him did Itovir'Sargt finally take a long, deep, and quaking breath. His grip on her hip then tightened as he started to do the exact opposite of what he'd done before, easing one inch of his cock out of her before sliding it back in. His fingers twitched against her hip and chest each time he hilted himself inside her, and his jaw quivered anew each time he felt that reassuring presence of her cervix against the sensitive tip of his cock. Time and again he eased himself out of her, pulling just one more inch out of the pussy that he wished he could remain in forever, and time and again he eased himself back into the pussy that felt like absolute and utter perfection, all leading up to that last thrust, when he pulled all but the head of his achingly hard cock out of her, gripped her hips with a white-knuckled grip, surged down to kiss her with a white hot passion that he never knew he had, and slammed his cock into her as though she would be the last pussy he'd ever fuck! From that point on, one might assume that Itovir'Sargt would tape into Deya's mind, but no, he had a better idea, and that idea was already in place, and it was right on her chest. Despite how hard he'd thrusted just then, and how hard he kissed her, his thrusts and kisses ebbed and flowed to the beat of own her heart.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya let out a deep moan as he gave her his fifth inch. She wanted to buck like a wildcat but his hand kept her pinned for her safety. Though she didn't know that she found the restraint intoxicating. His hand on her chest again as he slowly pulled his hard shaft out of her dripping tight pussy. Then again he thrust into her giving her more of him. She groaned and moaned as her pussy adjusted and he slowly pulled back and inch and then gave her the sixth, repeated an the seventh, then griping her tighter he slammed his full length into her tight no longer virgin pussy that now belonged to him. A surge of passion and emotion flowed through her like a wave of light as he gave her the gift of feeling his passion.

It set her body off as it responded with and orgasm to top the others. Shooting waves of her juices down his hard throbbing cock as the walls of her tight glove squeezed him such intensity it may have broke an ordinary man. His cock was made for her pussy, his sperm meant to breed her for eternity. She was his, and more importantly she felt his heart as well. Their bodies were meant to be united, their souls , their hearts and their minds to be as one. Her pussy began to clench and release, clench and releasing as if begging for his seed to fill her womb. Her eyes looked up at him with a burning desire she didn't even know she could feel. Her mouth open waiting for his tongue to dance with hers as he plowed her and filled her full of his juices.

Her body reacted to his touch and thrusts as if had been build specifically for him. Deya had no idea what she was doing other than following what her body told her to do.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt knew better than most that each woman and each woman's body was different, and despite even his best efforts, not all of them could orgasm their first time together. Sometimes it was just too uncomfortable or painful, no matter how much he built her up and how wet she was. So the feeling of Deya not only having an orgasm, not only having an orgasm on the FIRST thrust, but squirting on his cock in the process sent Itovir'Sargt's mind and body to a whole other place. His hand remained on her heart, if only to ensure that she didn't squirm. in truth, he truly wanted it on her other hip so that he could truly pull her to him while he pounded his cock into her, especially with how her pussy was clenching and spasming around his penetrating cock, simultaneously seeming to want to pull it deeper and force it out at the same time.

With a mind of it's own, Itovir'Sargt's body reacted on pure instinct, his tongue surging into Deya's mouth, rolling over and around it as his cock hammered into her. He barely felt the building feeling in his belly or the surging feeling rushing to his balls and up his cock. Every muscle in his body clenched, but he didn't have time to worry about whether he was bruising her hip or drawing blood on her chest, not while he was trying to draw out this moment, because he could only take her virginity once, only share this truly perfect moment with her once. One thrust sent him to the edge, then a fresh wave of her juices surging down his cock as the over-stimulated tip collided with her cervix and that gloriously hot, wet, and tight glove that was her pussy contracted around his cock shoved him over the edge, making it erupt.

The first surge of Itovir'Sargt's cum came while his cock was buried to the hilt within Deya, the tip pressed right against the opening of her cervix so that his searing-hot seed could shoot straight into her womb where there was hopefully an egg waiting for it. Yes, he knew that it wouldn't be the type of child his species truly needed, but at this moment, he didn't care. Then, he was pulling back and thrusting again, ready to fill her pussy with his cock and fill her womb with his seed until he had nothing left.

Time was lost to Itovir'Sargt then, as he fucked every drop of seed he had into Deya, one thrust at a time. He lost count of her orgasms, as he wasn't the kind of man who kept count of them as some sort of trophy. It was enough for him that she enjoyed it, truly enjoyed it, and wasn't just offering herself to him out of obligation like so many men expected.

When the final thrust came, and the last drop of Itovir'Sargt's hard-earned seed was spilt, there was just one thing left to do. He gave Deya a final kiss goodbye, this one a soft, tender, and loving one, before lifting his upper body from hers, while making sure to keep his lower body still, all while finally moving his right hand from her heart and slowly tracing it down to her side and tracing it down her form until it came to her calf and slowly starting to lift her leg. Then, only then did he start to lift her left leg. His left hand, which had loosed it's grip on her right hip, moved to join in as he leaned his upper body backwards and brought her leg up and around. It would all become clear when he was able to bring it down and around, effectively rolling her to her side while keeping his softening cock inside her. It was a struggle with his human form, since he couldn't just knot her. Knotting made things like this so much easier, but if there was one thing he was willing to do, it was put in the work. The last thing he did before easing himself down onto his side behind her, was make sure to grab the covers so that there was no chance of her getting cold, even with him holding her. He pulled them over them both before tucking that arm under them as well, letting it slide around her as he curled up behind her. It slid over her waist and tucked under those young, firm, and supple breasts of hers as he eased the other one under her pillow so that he she could both rest her head on the pillow and lean against him while falling asleep, a move that was really only possibly because of their height difference.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya let out a grunt and slight whimper followed by a deep guttural moan when the thrust himself hard into her expelling his seed like the flood gates being opened. She was heated from the inside out. "Itovir'Sargt" she moaned after his tender kiss. "I am yours for as long as you want me" she purred. Once again pledge herself to him entirely. When he switched their bodies around and kept himself inside of her, she didn't know most would pull out. Once they were covered she wrapped her arms over his holding his arms firmly under her breasts.

"How many half dragons do you have?" she questioned softly. He's been around for a long long time. It would make sense if he had some. It wouldn't make sense to her that anyone would deny the attention of this mans body. She just assumed they had all been in his bed. Her pussy was a bit tender as it clutched at his now soft member inside of her. She wiggled her but against him trying to get him closer. "where would you like me to paint you tomorrow?" she asked yawning a little. "Have you decided what you'd like me to wear?"

There were a million questions she could come with to ask him. But his heartbeat against her back was lulling her slowly into slumber. "I hope i pleased you" she said in more of a whisper as she started to drift, trying to keep awake to hear his answer to her questions. Deya had no idea how long it would take her body to recover, or what else she had to yet to learn. Everything he threw at her she'd simply think as normal and be a willing participant. As long as it ended with his arms holding her tightly, and making her feel the way she did with him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The feeling of Deya holding his arm around her more firmly under her breasts made Itovir'Sargt smile and lean his head down to press a tender kiss against her hair as he held her that tiniest bit closer as well. Her question caught him off guard, even though he'd talked about it as a possibility. "None..." He started softly, shifting their bodies slightly as he inwardly debated how much to go into detail on why that was and how he avoided it. "...I'm normally willing to risk it the first time I'm with a girl, regardless of how long it takes them to feel comfortable enough to try, partly because of the extra steps involved in taking my dragon form, but mostly because I know that they'll be more comfortable with me and everything else in my human form. So there isn't normally much risk in a half-dragon child, given that it's not my main priority.

The second question that Deya asked was more in line with what Itovir'Sargt expected, even post sex, given what they'd discussed. He opened his mouth to respond, but was halted by the feeling of her pussy clutching and clenching at his soft and sensitive cock, making his jaw quiver. By the gods he loved the feel of her pussy around his cock, especially when she wiggled her butt against his ass and pressed herself backwards to try and get even closer to him. He responded by pulling her closer with his arms, giving her what she wanted, even though she hadn't put a voice to her desires. He heard her second question, followed by her yawn, and then her third. "At the time of her asking, he hadn't decided what he wanted her to wear, but the idea came to him in that moment. "Well, you wanted a picnic in front of the fountain. So that seems as good a place as any, and yes, I think I have decided what I'll have you wear, I decided it just now as it were.

Deya's final question pulled a soft chuckle from Itovir'Sargt, and had him leaning down once more. "Hush now, my dearrr Deya. I wouldn't still be here, with you, cuddled up, behind you, with my cock, inside you, keeping you full of my seed, to maximize the chances of it taking, inside you, if you, hadn't pleased me." He pressed a tender kiss to the nape of her neck after he spoke. "Trust me when I say that you have pleased me more than any before you, because one that has been alive as long as I have has no reason to lie."

 

[Perplexia]

Deya smiles and pushed the back of her head into him as she closed her eyes with his words ringing in her ears. It seemed he was feeling the same way that she was about their connection. Deciding not to ask anymore questions she fell into a deep sleep. Her body was overly exhausted, but she regretted nothing. Her dreams consisted of more visions, the first her holding an adorable baby boy with her red hair, and his yellow eyes. He was holding onto a giant talon and giggling. Her mind was in a happy place knowing the dragon that was playing with him, when she looked down her she had gigantic hands and feet, and one hand was rubbing her gigantic stomach that carried their first pure dragon.

Being moved a little Deya awoke to a full pussy of her dragons hard cock moving inside of her. A deep moan came from her lips as she pushed back wanting to feel him hitting her cervix with his big cock. "mmmm god Itovir'Sargt, i love the way you wake me up." Her pussy was a bit sore from their previous nights adventures. But it didn't' stop her swollen pussy it from clamping down with hunger on his mighty sword trying to pull it through her. She was pinned against him so it was little movement she had. But he was already getting her wet so he could slide with ease inside his glove.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The feeling of Deya letting head fall back against him as she fell silent, seemingly trusting him, made Itovir'Sargt's smile widen as he let his own head finally fall against his own pillow and close his eyes. His position wasn't the most comfortable in the world, but then again, it wasn't for or about him, not right now. He took a long, slow, and deep breath before opening them again doing his best not to disturb her as she tried to fall asleep. He couldn't resist the urge to open his eyes again though, just to look at her. God she was beautiful, but it was more than that. He'd been with beautiful women before. Something about her...about this...just felt...right. He smiled one more time, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her hair before finally closing his eyes, letting his head fall back, and trying to sleep once more.

To say that Itovir'Sargt's dreams that night were of Deya were an...understatement. He dreamed of having her in some many ways, in so many forms, but most importantly, in his natural form. He saw the way he planned to do it, saw it, heard it, even smelt, and it even seemed like he could feel her pussy around his cock! His eyes opened mid thrust, and he froze when he realized what he was doing. He held his breath, hoping not to wake the sleeping beauty in front of him. The mere sight and thought of her waking up and catching him like this, made his cock, hard from his dreams, twitch inside of her. Then his hips, despite his honest intentions, slowly eased out of her, all while his gaze flicked back and forth from her face to the place they were joined, and then slowly eased his cock into her once more. A simple flex of the muscles of his left arm was all that were needed to keep her in place, but the combination of everything made her stir, and he froze once more until he heard her words and felt her wet and swollen pussy clench around his cock once more.

"I love it too...my sweet Deya" Itovir'Sargt whispered, leaning closer, hugging her tighter, digging his chin a bit into her shoulder and nipping at her earlobe with his teeth. He slowly eased his way back again, letting out a low hissing sound as her clenching pussy protested every inch. Then let out a long and satisfying groan as he slowly slid it back in, even going as far as to grind his hips against her ass, which served to grind the tip of his cock against her cervix in a motion that had his eyes closing with a uniquely satisfying and pleasurable feeling.

"I know you are sore, my dear..." Itovir'Sargt said, still whispering against the flesh of her neck. "...so try this..." His left hand eased from under her breast and her own hands to cover hers, and then proceeded to guide hers, middle finger leading the way, down her belly towards the vagina that he was happily making love to. He of course had another target in mind though, which she would hopefully remember from the previous night as well when he guided her middle finger to her clit. "...while I do "this"..." He spoke the last word with his mind as he lowered his lips to suck on her neck, giving her long sucks at the pulse point. "...Slow...circles..." He punctuated each word with a slow thrust and a suck at her neck, and even added another element as he started to roll her left nipple between his fingers. He knew that it was a lot of sensations at once, but her body couldn't take the hard fucking that her brain wanted right now. So if she had any chance of getting off, it was with a bunch of new sensations while he slowly made love to her.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya moaned deeply as he whispered to her. With another as he nibbled her earlobe. "OH GOD" she moaned as he slid back inside of her. His perfect hips grinding against her as he felt him fully hit her cervix. She purred "a little sore my dragon, but nothing feels so perfect as having you inside of me". She allowed him to direct her middle finger to her sore aching clit. She moaned deeply pushing back onto him when he sucked on her neck and told her in her head how to move her finger.

Painfully slowly he followed his direction until he began to roll her nipple between his fingers, she couldn't help but push back on him again as her finger moved a little faster. Luckily for her pussy he wasn't giving in to her desire for him to thrust into her without inhibitions. The motions of his thrusts continued into her, her pussy hungrily gripping it, never wanting it to leave and yet hungry to milk it once again and deposit his seed into her womb. God how she loved the feel of his hot seed flooding her pussy. Its temperature seemed to sooth her aching walls.

With his instruction and play on her sensations she was quickly at the point where her breathing was increasing and moaning was even louder. Even her pussy responded with tighter grips of his cock. Her mouth wide open and she cried out in bliss, her body shaking, her pussy quivering as her juices fell over his hard cock begging him to join her in this euphoric moment. "oh my dragon" she cried cumming in succession on him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Deya's moans made his entire body quiver, which in turn made hers quiver as well. The end result had her leaning just a bit more on him, which freed up his right arm just a bit more, which actually let it reach for her right nipple, which he also started to roll between two fingers. "Except for the feeling of you clenching around me as I fill you with my seed, my sweet Deya." He said in her mind as he sucked her neck harder, uncaring if he left a bruise there, for there was nobody left to judge her for it. Quite the contrary really, the only people here who would see it, would smile at it, knowing that it was he who put it there. He also started to squeeze her nipples a bit as he rolled them between his fingers, and thrust a bit faster, despite how tight a leash he was trying to keep on his control.

Their skin slapped together as Deya pushed back against him, and he could see her arm moving faster as her fingers worked faster on her clit. His own fingers worked faster on her nipples, squeezed harder. His thrusts did the same, again despite his efforts, only balanced out by the slight pauses he took to grind the head of his engorged cock against her cervix. God he loved the sound of her moaning, her quickened breathing, the sweat glistening on her skin, and the way her pussy clenched around his cock. Then she was there, her mouth opening, her body shaking, her voice crying out in bliss, her entire body quaking, and her pussy once more quivering as her pussy soaked his cock, and now his balls as well with her warm juices. He was just one second behind, with the very next thrust causing an eruption of his scorching hot seed to splash against her cervix before the head drove itself against it, causing the next spurt to burst straight through to her womb. He held there then, his hands switching to clutch her supple breasts and, using them for leverage, he humped against her near helpless form as he fucked the rest of his seed straight into her womb as he sucked hard at the pulse point on her neck.

Only when the last drop was drained from his already-sore balls did Itovir'Sargt collapse against down to the bed, release Deya's breasts, switch to just holding her close, release her neck from between his lips, and kiss the abused flesh. "What would you like for breakfast, my sweet? Much as I would love us to stay in bed all day and make love, you are going to need to eat if you are going to keep up with me on that front." He both asked and joked.

 

[Perplexia]

Deya laughed at his joke about keeping up with him. Even on her best day she doubted that would be an option. "First my dear Itovir'Sargt, i would like a bath." She wiggled against him, sated and now fully awake. "I solely placing the blame on you for the state of me." she giggled again. The sheets were drenched with fluids and the remnants of her virginity not to mention what was smeared on their bodies. "For breakfast, hmm I would like some fruit, some sausage, some bread with jam, some honey, some ham, some... " she looked up at him and giggled. "I suppose my brains idea of food is bigger than my stomach can hold, much like last night."

When the servants entered she puled the blanket over herself. It was bad enough they were going to have to change the linens and wash the mess that was created on them, but she was quite sure from waist down she looked like a murder victim. Showing ones nudity to strangers was something that was forbidden and imbedded upon all women from birth. This even included family. It had always been the woman that changed and bathed the children. She waited until they left after filling the water with steaming hot water before she tried to get out of bed. "oh mother of Zeus" she exclaimed as her limbs screamed at her. With her dragons help she made it to the bath he got in first and had her sit in front of him. Looking down at her nakedness she was right to assume it looked like a quartering had occurred. Slowly she sank her body down into the hot water and leaned against him.

After a few minutes of soaking she took a cloth and soaped it up to wash his legs. There wasn't a part of his man form she didn't find fascinating. Handing him the rag she leaned forward and pulled up her hair. He could be so gentle and sweet that it filled her heart. "Theres something I didn't mention last night, because i didn't want to give you false hope." she said softly "But after the dream I had this morning. I figured that I should let you know that I've been hearing voices since i started up the mountain. The first would just say home, then it got clearer indicating that i was your mate, even before i met you. Since I didn't have any proof, i didn't want to give you false hope. The dream i had this morning was so vivid, like my visions are." She took a deep breath and continued. "Your first son, is a half dragon, he laid on the grass by the violets and was giggling as he played with your talon, the one with the spec of yellow. I looked down and my feet and hands were huge, and i rubbed my belly which also enormous. I knew it was an egg, that i was carrying your first Pure child."

Deya wasn't sure how much stock she should put into her dream, maybe he could dispute it saying there wasn't a large open space with violets, or that he didn't have a yellow spec on one of his talons. She had no idea of either of those. But she also didn't want to keep things from him. She wasn't even sure what the gestation would be for a half dragon. Would it take the full nine months? would it be a couple of weeks before she could tell? There were so many questions she had, That she didn't even know where to begin. God how she hoped the voice and vison were true. The thought of having to watch another take her place about ripped her heart out.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"As you wish." Itovir'Sargt said simply before Deya wiggled against him, the action bringing a smile to his face. "Oh really?" He asked her jokingly, hugging her close before moving his hands to gently roll her nipples between his fingers once more. "I don't recall you hearing protest or complain as you begged for it..." His fingers released her nipples and shifted to cup her breasts, lifting them into his hands and gently squeeze them. "...and moaned like the most..." He kissed her neck. "...whore in the world."

Even as Itovir'Sargt spoke, he was already sending the message to the staff to prepare and bring up the hot water for the bath. "Heh, all the better, my dear Deya..." Itovir'Sargt started softly, giving her neck the softest of nips. "...in case you end up having to eat for two to six people."

When the servants entered the room to prepare the bath, Itovir'Sargt wasn't surprised when Deya pulled the blanket to cover her naked body. He knew that it was something the girls of the village were taught, as it helped prevent whoever might see them from being tempted by what they saw. Despite her being covered though, he couldn't help but push things just a bit, letting his hands continue to squeeze and massage her breasts, and occasionally squeezing or rolling her nipples between his fingers. He was curious as to whether she'd try to stifle her sounds, and even if she'd be able to.

Deya made to separate them once the servants were gone, and as much as Itovir'Sargt enjoyed the closeness and intimacy, he did let her go immediately. He watched her as she scooted herself to the edge of the bed, but when she tried to rise, cried out in pain, and collapsed back onto the bed, he immediately moved to her side. He got off the bed first, put his arm around her, and helped her off of the bed. She looked a right mess for sure, covered in his seed, the remains of his dried seed from the night before, her juices, and of course dried blood from her shattered virginity, and the mess of fluids coated her thighs and left a clear drip path down to about her knees.

Itovir'Sargt got into the tub first, still making sure to keep two hands on Deya, lest she collapse, and then he helped her step into the tub. He helped her sit first though, before he lowered himself to a seated position. The tub was big enough to allow for him to lounge against the back of the tub, have her rest between his legs, and have it not feel cramped or have her feet hit the other end of the tub, clearly having been designed for this very position. The pair soaked for a couple of minutes before she grabbed the cloth. She was a feisty one, always wanting to do her part, he thought with a smile. He didn't fight her though, but rather enjoyed her attention with some low moans until she passed it to him and pulled up her hair.

With so very many lovely places to start after soaping up the cloth, Itovir'Sargt decided to go with what Deya seemed to want, and gently scrubbed the back of her neck, bracing his left hand on her shoulder to both hold her in place and gently rub and massage, both with his fingers and thumb, at the tight places on either side of her shoulder, that he knew were there. His fingers pressed, through the cloth, into the tender skin of her neck, with all the care in the world, scrubbing in soft circles before finally moving down to her shoulder, only adding a bit more pressure when he knew the muscles were a bit less tender. He then rewet and soaped the cloth before switching sides and repeating his worshipful attention on the other side of her neck and other shoulder. Only then did he let the cloth did up under her arms, lest she be ticklish, ease her forward, and start to scrub her back. Just as he'd done with her neck, he braced his hand on her shoulder as he scrubbed the other side of her back, taking his time as he ran his thumb up the full length of her spine before scrubbing downward with the cloth in slow circles as his fingers kneaded and massaged at the muscles of her back. He kept going, even when he had to dip below the waterline, before moving to the other side, and repeating the process all over again. Once he was done scrubbed her, he brought handfuls of water up so that he could use it to help rinse her, using his bare hands to brush the soap down her body, giving her neck and back stroke after stroke until she was glistening, clean, and spotless. Then, and only then, did he set the cloth down, and move to pull her back to his chest once more.

As Itovir'Sargt has worshipfully washed, scrubbed, and rinsed Deya's neck and back, he'd of course been listening to her. Her story was certainly an...interesting one. Between the visions, the voice, and the dreams, it was getting to be a lot. "The back garden...in the spring..." He said softly, confirming to her that he did have a piece of grass with violets. That of course led to...The Catch, which was that he didn't really have any way to prove or disprove her story. He knew that his staff and the other sacrifices hadn't left the castle, and that she hadn't been here before. So how could she possibly have such intimate knowledge about it, let alone things that only happened during certain parts of the year. So it ultimately came down to the word of one person who truly didn't have a reason to lie, right?

His arms encircled her neck, draped across her breastbone as he held her close, but only after he pressed a single tender kiss to her still-exposed neck, inhaling the mixture of scents as he simply enjoyed the intimate closeness before they continued cleaning each other. "My Deya..." He said into her mind the moment his lips touched her neck, just so that there could be no doubt as to the source of the words.

 

[Perplexia]

Itovir'Sargt had won her over, and she still had no idea how it happened. From his smile to his broad shoulders, from the way he was will to accept her opinions and ideas and accept her weird visions and now her voices. It was almost as if nothing she could say would shock him. The amount of care he took with her while they bathed, almost made her melt. How could anyone after 2200 years of disappointment not be jaded? How could someone hold onto that utter hope of being able to reproduce their species after so much disappointment. That meant she was approximately the 110th woman that had been sacrificed to him. That was most certainly a lot of pain.

Then of course there was his last words to his mind which he said 'My Deya'. It was possessive and caring all at the same time. How could anyone resist him. At the same time she remembered, she was different then they were. Her blood came from parts unknown, and her thoughts of certain things didn't go with what was popular in her village. Her body wasn't hurting as badly as it had been. She enjoyed this tender loving cleaning of each other and their bodies. She was still a bit shy about touching his private area, but for now he seemed okay with it. Although she could stay in his arms all day, she knew she needed to eat.

With his typical gentleness he helped her to rise, then helped her out of the tub where they dried off. "You get to choose what I'm wearing for our picnic later" she mused. "So might as well extend you the same courtesy for breakfast. As long as its clothes" she added as an addendum and giggled. Her ability to walk was slightly better, but it still felt as if at any moment her body would fail. She assumed it was completely normal. They did have an amazing night and morning of passion.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Itovir'Sargt savored every second of that first bath with Deya, not just for the feeling of her touching him though, but for the feeling of touching her. He knew that she likely had questions, so many questions. It would be impossible not to. For him though, it was simple. He would rather treat every one of the sacrifices like his mate and queen than a burden or a chore. Part of it was of course in his nature as a prismatic dragon. His parents had taught him of the other type of dragon whose power would be close to his, and who might need his help if Itovir'Sargt before he did, the force dragon. Where prismatic dragons were flamboyant ,personable, charming, and, as Deya was finding out, endlessly optimistic, force dragons were arrogant and aloof, considering just about all other mortal creatures beneath them, save for prismatic dragons, which were probably the only mortal creature that could take them in a head to head fight if it came down to it. Their personalities were perfectly encapsulated by their scales, with the prismatic dragons being covered in brightly reflective scales that shone with every color of the rainbow with every move they made, and force dragons being covered in refractive scales that slowly made them more and more invisible as they grew older.

Itovir'Sargt's optimism never shined brighter than in the days leading up to festival day, because he did genuinely look forward to it, to her, and to everything it entailed. Where a force dragon might dread it or put on a brave face and fake it for the sake of his human sacrifice, he didn't have to. So, even when the intimate washing was done, and it was time to stand up, dry off, and get dressed, he was happy and ready to help with that too. He rose first, helped Deya rise, held her hands to support her as he stepped out of the tub so that he could help her step out next. He dried her first, going from top to bottom, letting her brace her hands on him as he pat-dried her, lest he chafe her with rubbing or rub too hard on skin that might already be tender. He moved especially slowly when he had to kneel before her, knowing that balancing might be difficult for her, but still worked as quickly and efficiently as he possibly could, not lingering on this part or that, no matter how much his eyes and cock truly wanted to.

Once the pair was washed and dried, Itovir'Sargt supported Deya as he walked her behind the dressing screen to get dressed for breakfast. His shining yellow gaze was holding hers as she spoke about letting him choose what she got to choose for breakfast, and he smiled wide at her words, and even wider at her correction. "My pleasure." He said in her mind before bowing deeply at the waist, taking a step back, turning around, and disappearing around the dressing screen.

Itovir'Sargt made several trips for dramatic effect. The first trip yielded a pair of yellow shoes, the second yielded yellow stockings, and the third yielded yellow gloves. He paused there, looking proud of himself before he took a second look at the outfit. After a second look though, he ran back around the dressing screen, and actually ran out of the room itself. He was gone for a couple of minutes before he returned. There was no obvious clothing in his hands though, save for the hand behind his back. When it came from around his back though, it came with a small diamond tiara that he set on top of the mannequin before turning to her for her approval. He gave her a knowing wink before walking back around the screen just one more time before returning with the yellow dress that matched the rest of the outfit. He showed even more care helping her dress than he did bathing her, because he had to add a bit of force to pull the fabric this way and that without tearing it, hurting her, or unbalancing her. Once it was all said and done though, there was only one thing left to do before she was ready for breakfast, and that was to finish the outfit with his mother's necklace once more. This time though, he got to put it on her himself, then lift her hair to pull it over the chain, and be the first one to see that beautiful diamond heart nestled between those lovely breasts of hers.

The breakfast order had already been mentally told to the staff. So it would be close to ready once the pair got there. Itovir'Sargt escorted Deya once more, though this time, the pair naturally walked slower, especially on the large semi-circular flight of stairs in the foyer. He happily would have carried her, but he could see how hard she was trying to be brave. Thankfully though, that wouldn't be a problem soon enough. Once he helped her into his seat, he pressed a tender and lingering kiss to her forehead before taking a quick detour into the kitchen.

Itovir'Sargt returned shortly before the meal, carrying 2 glasses of juice. He stood by his seat while the staff brought the meal, but curiously brought another glass of juice, which they set beside his plate. Once the staff left, he stepped forward, but not to take his seat. He once again walked alongside the table to her side, taking the two glasses that he held with him. He then set the two glasses down before her, one on her left, and one on her right. He held her gaze for a long moment, his eyes a soft yellow, rather than their normal shining yellow. "This glass..." He started, lifting his finger to hover over the glass on her right side, her dominant side, "...is just normal juice, nothing special, and this glass..." His finger moved over to the glass on her left. "...has a drop of my blood in it. It will extend your life by one-thousand years, roughly one tenth of my natural lifespan, and it will increase the speed at which you heal from injuries."