A Dragon’s Tale

"I knew you could do it." Ethan said as he slowly circled around her. Apparently he couldn't hover in one place like she could.

"This is amazing!" She shouted in delight.

"Yup, and I can't experience it with anyone else." He said. "Alana can't fly, and probably wouldn't want to if she could. I know you're coming a little late to the party, and I thought it would help if we had something that we could do, just the two of us."

"Really?" Her heart felt like it was flying as high as she was, maybe higher.

He nodded. "Now, how about a race?"

"You're on!" She yelled in excitement and took off like a shot.

She heard Ethan laugh and glanced behind her to see him turn and begin flying after her. It didn't take him long to catch up, even with her beating her wings as fast as possible. As he went by, he rolled so his back was towards the ground and ran the back of one hand along the front of her body as he passed by.

His hand grazed her entire body; from her foot, up her leg, then across her hip, along her waist, up and down the curve of her breast, and then finally brushing her collarbone before he sped on.

Something in the air changed.

Suddenly there was this tension that seemed to radiate from her whole being. The familiar ache that had started to grow ever since bonding with Ethan came back in full force. Her whole body seemed alight with a strange tingling sensation that was concentrated around her hips and breasts.

She moaned softly.

Ethan gave her a predatory look that seemed alive with hunger, yet was also playful and mischievous. The lust in his eyes excited her and made the fire in her loins burn brighter and hotter.

He wheeled in the air and came back at her.

She dived.

She wasn't sure why, but it didn't feel right to simply give up.

She wanted him to chase her, to catch her. She wanted him to catch her so badly... but she had this deep, primal need to run from him so that he would chase her. She barely had enough time to wonder if this was a Fey instinctual reaction before he was almost upon her.

She gave him a flirtatious smile before twisting in the air and just barely evading his clutches.

It just felt right for her to run this way, knowing he wouldn't stop until he'd caught her. Something deep inside of her -- her Fey heritage perhaps -- couldn't even consider not running. Something she didn't understand was driving her...

And it was thrilling.

It was exhilarating.

It was wonderful.

She dived straight toward the ground, all of her fear completely gone. She needed to be among the trees. He might be faster, but she was far more maneuverable. She saw a large patch of dense trees and made for it; she would have the advantage down there.

She glanced behind to see her husband, but he was nowhere to be seen. She twisted her head all around looking for him, and only saw him at the last moment as he flew straight at her. She beat her wings furiously and threw herself to the one side. Ethan's hand brushed her leg as she nearly cartwheeled in mid-air to avoid him.

Their eyes met for a brief moment as he passed. They were both smiling. He was clearly enjoying chasing her as much as she was enjoying being chased.

Maybe more.

She broke his gaze to drop like a stone toward the forest below. He looped around, tucked his wings like some great falcon and dived after her. She beat her wings harder and made a beeline for the trees. The few seconds he'd needed to turn had given her an incredible advantage in time, but he was very fast when diving.

She picked a small gap in the treetops and made a beeline for it. There were only two hundred yards until she was safe in the trees, but Ethan was half that distance away. She whirled to face him and didn't even attempt to move, but hovered in mid-air.

He looked shocked as he made a beeline for her.

She grinned and at the last possible moment she beat her wings furiously to gain a couple feet of altitude. He was diving too steeply to pull up and made to grab her legs. She jerked them up against her chest, only to set them back down as he passed, actually stepping on his back as he shot under her at almost frightening speed.

He had overshot.

She let herself fall into the gap in tree tops, taking refuge among their branches. She caught herself and began to fly through the tree limbs, keeping a sharp eye out for the dragon above. She had been winding her way through the branches for a few minutes before she realized something.

This was as natural as breathing.

She felt at home doing it because it was just so natural; it was instinctive. She felt like she had been born to do this.

Of course, she hadn't spent much time flying and her muscles were telling her about it. Already they were beginning to ache, even with the necklace that reduced her weight. She landed on a thick branch and started healing them. They wouldn't grow any stronger healing them this way -- they had to heal naturally to get stronger -- but it would allow her to keep flying just a little longer.

Once that was done, she looked upwards through the foliage to see where her husband was. She didn't see him. She frowned and looked around. That's when she realized that the wildlife in this part of the forest had become eerily silent. There was barely a sound to be heard. No insects, no crickets, and no small animals.

Something in the back of her mind tingled and she leapt off the branch and into the air in the nick of time. Ethan sprung lightly onto the branch she had been occupying just moments before, his wings folded as he relied on his powerful legs in the dense foliage. His cat-like grace fitted with his posture and movements perfectly.

He was hunting.

She was prey.

And they both loved it.

He leapt at her again and she only narrowly avoided him. She turned to flee, flying through the treetops at breakneck speed to avoid her pursuer, though she hoped not for much longer.

He was right behind her, leaping through the tree branches nearly as fast as she could fly. She headed lower, hoping fewer branches would allow her to fly faster. That turned out to be a mistake because he was even faster with fewer obstacles in the way.

She felt his finger brush her foot and she beat her wings furiously, heading for a clearing up ahead where she hoped she could get enough height to escape, but not so much that he could fly. She burst through the clearing and headed up, only to realize her mistake.

Ethan leapt out of the foliage and instantly deployed his wings. She thought she'd have more time, but he didn't give it to her. With two powerful flaps of his majestic wings, he was on top of her. She tucked her wings, hoping to fall out of his reach -- while at the same time hoping she would finally be caught -- but she didn't escape this time. His hands closed around her wrist.

He had caught her.

Finally.

Taloni sighed as her strong, masculine husband pulled her body into himself. His arms were wrapped around her waist and he leaned in to smell the nape of her neck before blowing warm breath over it.

She shivered.

He flapped his wings, taking them higher into the sky. She relaxed completely in his arms, feeling no need to run anymore. It was like a switch had been flipped in her mind. He had caught her, so now she felt like he had the right to claim her. She shuddered again; she was so looking forward to that.

She looked down as the ground fell away and then he rolled her around so her front was pressed up against his chest. There was a hungry gleam in his eyes as the dragon looked up and down her body. He growled; a low, rumbling growl dripping with lust and anticipation.

She moaned.

She relaxed completely in his arms. Her head and legs dangled in an arch. The dragon ran a hand over her front while supporting her limp body with his other hand.

His hand reached around to the slender cords that held the back of her dress together. She felt a claw brush her skin before hearing a tearing sound and the dress loosened around her chest. She looked up at him as he smiled, then he pulled one shoulder of her dress down and then the other. She slipped her arms out and the wind pushed the dress down around her waist.

Her nipples instantly grew hard, not only from the cold wind rushing over them but also from arousal. Anyone looking from below would see the back of a topless Fey being held by a dragon. She didn't think anyone was watching because they were hundreds of feet up and it was night.

She was exposed; laid bare before him...

...and she liked it.

* * *

Ethan looked down at his beautiful bride and felt a primal satisfaction filling him. He had hunted her down, caught her, and now he was going to claim her. He ran his hand along the bare, tanned skin that no other man had seen or touched. He almost purred in satisfaction. This was as it should be; another unsullied piece of feminine flesh to add to his growing stable of broodmares.

He shook his head at the foreign thoughts.

That wasn't him...

Was it?

Taloni was more than that; much more.

He saw a beautiful girl who was incredibly sweet and loving; a delightful young woman who was as innocent as she was sexy. Yes, yes she was an amazing collection of body parts; small but firm breasts to nurse his offspring; wide hips to bear them; and long legs to wrap around him while he filled her repeatedly with his seed.

The dragon growled with lust and anticipation.

This time -- unlike last time -- he would fill his broodmare properly; with a dragon, not some pathetic human weakling. Worse; the thing taking up space in his first mate's womb was a human female. The dragon shuddered in disgust and revulsion at the waste of perfectly good breeding stock on something so weak and pathetic.

*Ethan, are you okay?* Alana's voice rang out in his head. *I'm feeling some, some... strange things from you.*

Ethan shook his head as Alana's question brought him back to his senses. He must've zoned out, though how he could've done that with the vision of beauty in his arms was beyond him.

*I'm fine Alana, I just must've zoned out or something.*

*Okay, have fun with Taloni.* She replied with a knowing tone.

*Oh, I will.* He said, turning his full attention back to the Fey teen.

The night was virtually silent except for the wind rushing by. Ethan extended his wings, feathering them enough to slow their speed and turn the wind into a gentle breeze, though they were still going fast enough to remain aloft.

He had one hand under her waist, one under her back and neck, and his prehensile feet were supporting her slender legs. She was incredibly lightweight with the weight-reduction necklace, and seemed to almost float in his arms. Her arms were hanging down, dangling gracefully in the wind and she was slowly moving her fingers in the breeze.

He adjusted his wing slightly, and began to glide in long, slow, lazy circles in the sky, flapping occasionally to maintain their altitude. He moved his head down and nuzzled her neck, following that with gentle kisses and licks with his long, flexible tongue.

She moaned in response

Her hair whipped around in the breeze, but strangely never seemed to get tangled as Alana's and Beth's had done when they had flow with him. He assumed it must be because of her Fey heritage.

She relaxed her shoulders and leaned her head even farther back, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of her slender neck. He took full advantage, covering every inch with the most gossamer kisses; nuzzling and licking in equal measure until he could smell her arousal, even though it was downwind in the stiff breeze.

Then he heard a tiny, faint voice that sounded like Taloni. *Please put it in, please. *

He looked up at her, but her lips weren't moving. Come to think of it, he hadn't really heard it with his ears either.

*Please, I'm ready please. * The voice came again.

It was still extremely faint and quiet, but definitely there, and this time he realized what it was. She was communicating telepathically with him. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it, but she was.

He listened again as he began to attack her neck and shoulders with sensual caresses with his lips and tongue. She moaned, and subconsciously spread her legs. She pulled her dress up and then lifted her slender legs from the support of his legs. Then -- avoiding the membrane of his wings -- she wrapped them around his hips and hooked her ankles on top of his tail, which put her in a perfect position for breeding.

He started to salivate at the thought of putting his brood in this fertile young Fey. The Fey were creatures of magic just like dragons, and thus her body would make a perfect incubator for his young.

He shook his head.

Every time he took one of his wives to bed, this side of him reared its ugly head, okay, not ugly; he did want to see her belly swell with his child, but this was a bad time for the dragon to make an appearance.

*Please, please I'll do anything just please...* Her voice came again in his head, followed by her moaning out loud.

He smiled. "Your wish is my command."

* * *

Taloni had never felt so wonderful in her entire life. Ethan's hands and body were touching her seemingly everywhere at once. His gentle kisses and caresses had lit a fire in her loins that rivaled dragon's breath in intensity.

She had been silently pleading for him to take her fully. She'd never wanted anything so badly. She had already wrapped her legs around him so he'd have easy access, she just wanted -- no, needed -- him to make a proper woman out of her.

He smiled. "Your wish is my command."

She let loose a breathy sigh at his words, and moaned loudly when she felt something brush up against her nether lips. She tried to push her hips down to take him, but he wouldn't let her. He rotated his hips, keeping what she wanted just out of reach.

The arm under her back slid up and his strong fingers held her head up. She looked into his catlike eyes. They were warm and full of tender love, but there was also a primal force behind them.

"Relax." He commanded, his demeanor changing slightly and becoming more dragon-ish; more predatory... but it was still Ethan.

She felt his eyes bore into her soul and her body obeyed his command without conscious thought; without her asking it to. It obeyed him of its own will, completely ignoring her own will.

Not that she minded because a moment later, she felt his massive cock push into her virgin slit. With his powerful arms holding her in place and his eye capturing her will, there was nothing she could do to stop him. She didn't want to stop him either. Her channel was completely relaxed, and it had no choice but to part as he pressed himself inside of her.

It was heavenly.

It was everything she wanted... and more.

Some part of her brain seemed to melt as the primal, primitive part of her being came alive. The thought that she was made for this -- that this was her purpose -- came into her mind as she stared into the dragon's eyes. The thought was carried by some powerful force into the back of her mind. She had just enough time to realize how strange those thoughts were, when she felt his cock press up against her virginity.

"Please." She whimpered, but needn't have bothered.

Ethan never slowed his pace. He pushed inexorably forward, stretching her until she felt a sharp pinch as her hymen broke.

He had taken her.

She was his.

Time seemed to slow as that realization dawned on her. She felt the wind pass over her body and realized she should be cold, but she wasn't. She could feel her wedding dress that was bunched up around her waist flapping in the breeze. Her hair tickled her back slightly and pleasurably as it was blown around by the wind.

She felt Ethan's warm body pressed up against hers, his arms around her, and the exquisite feeling of him being inside of her, completing her and making a real woman out of her. She understood why Prayla had been so interested in this. It was wonderful.

Life was perfect.

In the back of her mind, she felt a thought growing. It was a strange thought but held incredible appeal for her. He owned her, and she knew what that meant; he was her master. Not in the way Thaltien had been, where she wished to escape. Quite the opposite, she couldn't imagine a better thing in the world than being owned by Ethan; than him being her master.

She wasn't sure where this certainty had come from, but she knew it had taken hold deep within her. It had a primal edge, and for a brief, fleeting moment she thought it might've come from Ethan, but he wouldn't think that way. On balance, she didn't think it could've come from him. She wasn't feeling that from his gaze.

This was coming from her.

The dragon bottomed out, and she felt him brush the entrance of her womb.

She moaned.

"Thank you master." She breathed.

The dragon growled in return, then pulled back, eliciting a slight whimper until he pushed back into her again. He continued this slow, languid motion as she felt her passion begin to build. She wasn't entirely sure what it was building to, but she knew it would be incredible.

He was so wonderful, pleasuring her like this, his gentle thrusting making her sigh and moan. He was taking incredible care of her, and serving her pleasure exquisitely...

Wait.

She shook her head.

That wasn't right.

It wasn't right for her master to serve her; it should be the other way around. The pleasurable plateau that had been building started to crumble as she realized something was terribly wrong. As much as she enjoyed him pleasuring her, she wanted to pleasure him far more.

Unfortunately, there was no way she could do that up here in the sky while they were flying around. She needed to be on the ground, at least until her wings were strong enough. Or if not the ground, then maybe a bed...

"Stop." She whispered.

The Dragon growled but didn't slow.

She smiled and asked again, making it a simple request and hoping that her master would listen. "Could you please stop for a moment master?" She asked.

The dragon seemed to falter, then his expression softened. He was suddenly less primal and more caring; more Ethan, less dragon.

He stopped thrusting.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Nothing." She assured him. "But could you please fly us to the Argo?"

"Yes, but why? Are you cold?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine, I just want to try something, if there is a bed we could use."

"Sure." He cocked his head to one side, clearly confused. He started to pull out, but she clenched her legs.

"Please don't slide out." She asked. "I like this feeling."

"No problem." He said with a huge grin as he banked for several seconds, then began flying in earnest.

The flapping motion jostled everything, making his cock move inside of her anyway. The friction and heat began to build again as she considered how she could pleasure him. Just the thought of doing that was turning her on more than when he had been thrusting mere moments ago.

Two minutes later, they were circling high above the Argo as he looked around, probably to see if anyone was looking. Two minutes later, he made a low approach, coming in so the Argo was between them and the camp. He landed on the deck rather awkwardly, as he was still holding her and -- at her request -- he hadn't yet slid out of her

"Thank you, can we go to the cabin, please?" She asked, hoping he would agree. "And please don't pull out."

"Sure, and I won't." He said slowly, clearly confused.

She leaned up against him, and after he folded his wings she wrapped her arms around him too. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and his cock was still exquisitely, wonderfully buried in her sopping wet channel.

He carried her like that into the captain's cabin and closed the door behind them. "What now?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Could you please lay on the bed, um... on your back?"

He smiled, walked over to the bed, sat down, and then leaned back. Only then did she let go of his muscular torso. "Thank you master." She said.

"Master?" He looked alarmed and stiffened. "Why did you call me that?"

"I like calling you master."

"Taloni, you are not trading one slave owner for another." He said firmly.

"I don't mean I'm your slave." She said quickly. "I just mean that... I don't know. I want you to be my master."

"Taloni--." He started sitting up, but she gently put her hands on his chest.

"I know you don't like the idea of owning slaves, and I don't want to be your slave exactly. I just feel like I need..." She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. It made perfect sense in her head, but she wasn't sure she could quite get it into words.

"I need to call you master." She finally said. "You were willing to risk your life for me only hours after we met. You're the best man I've ever known and I just vowed to follow you everywhere and to obey you all of my life"

"Yes, but you're not some kind of slave."

"I know, and thank you for freeing me." She smiled. "I don't want to call you master because I'm your slave; I want to call you master because I want that place in your life. I want to serve you and help you however I can without being a slave; not because I have to, but because I want to."

He opened his mouth, worked it soundlessly for a moment, then closed it. He gave her a strange look as he shook his head. "I don't understand."

"But I do, and I love that idea." She said. "May I?"

"That's what you want?"

She sighed. "Oh, more than anything."