A Dragon's Tale Ch. 06

"Then what is?"

"Love," Anthiel replied. "Real, true love. Love is commitment, its action; it's what you DO, not what you FEEL. Love is doing what's best for someone else regardless of what you would lose or gain. It's putting someone else and their well-being before your own. It's making a commitment and choice to put the other person first regardless of what happens. That's love. The feelings often go with it, and they grow over time, but that's love at the core. So let me ask you a question."

"Okay," Beth said.

"Has Ethan always put your well-being before his own?" Anthiel asked.

Beth thought about Ethan rescuing her from Wulvren, agreeing to marry her to save her life and the lives of her family, then him saving her from Rachel on their wedding night.

"I think he has," Beth said.

"And he continues to do so," Anthiel said. "A blind man could see Ethan and Alana are head-over-heels for each other. Yet despite their powerful attraction -- aided by their bond -- both of them have kept their distance from each other because of you."

"I suppose that's true," Beth said.

"Ethan does love you. And I'm not just talking about his commitment to you; I'm talking about how he feels about you too. He's clearly attracted to you and he puts your needs before his own. Put him and his needs first and, with him doing the same, you'll have a wonderful marriage in no time."

"That's not quite as romantic as the books make it seem," Beth said.

"But it's more real and lasts a LOT longer," Anthiel countered. "It's your marriage and your life. You can do whatever you wish. I'm just letting you know how to have a happy marriage."

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome," the high elf replied, then started playing her flute again.

Beth resumed leaning on the Argo's railing and staring out at the sky. The sight was truly breathtaking. The sun had just sunk below the horizon and the entire sky was a gorgeous mosaic of red and orange.

"I don't do that very well," Beth said after a few minutes when Anthiel paused her playing. "Putting others before myself I mean."

"Nobody loves well in the beginning," Anthiel replied. "I certainly wasn't the best wife to my husband when I was first married. It takes time and practice to love well. The more you practice you get, the better you are at it... Just like everything else."

Beth looked at Ethan and Alana. They were still working at enchanting, but it looked like he was getting frustrated.

Anthiel glanced over at them too. "Speaking of, it looks like he could use a break. Why don't you see if you can convince him to take one?"

Beth nodded, walked down the stairs and headed over to where Alana and Beth were practicing.

"It doesn't want to stick to the leather though," Ethan said, and his voice was dripping with frustration.

"Of course not; if it was easy everyone would do it," Alana said. She noticed Beth then she added. "How about we take a break."

"Try again tomorrow?" he asked.

"Sure," Alana replied. "Right now, I think your wife wants your attention."

Ethan turned to Beth. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Beth said as her mind went suddenly blank.

"Okay, well I'm hungry if you're up for a bite,"

"Sounds good,"

As it turned out, Anthiel had anticipated this and already had Raklan drag the cast iron cooking pot and some salt beef up from the hold. They mostly ate in silence and Beth figured it was because everyone was tired from collecting and hauling the guano to the Argo.

Beth spent most of the meal wondering what Ethan was thinking and feeling. She could sense his emotions, but just barely. It was like they were coming over a great distance and it was starting to worry her. She had only recently began to feel his presence in her mind, but still couldn't get a good read on exactly what he was feeling.

"Alana, can I talk to you for a minute," Beth said once everyone had finished eating.

"Sure," she said, and they moved to a more secluded part of the main deck.

"How long did it take before you could sense Ethan's emotions?" Beth asked.

"Maybe a week, but we were both unconscious for most of it,"

"Oh, because its been a week and I can barely feel them,"

Alana frowned. "It's pretty subtle in the beginning."

"I mean, I can feel him, but it's so hard to tell what he's feeling."

"Ah, then just give it time," the wood elf said kindly. "That's exactly how it started with me. At first he was just a presence, it was only later than I could sense his emotions clearly."

Beth nodded, and they chatted for another minute. Once she was alone, Beth started pacing the deck thinking about ways she could speed things up. She had read nearly a dozen books that touched on the topic of bonds, but none of them were specific about how long it took for the bond to begin manifesting. She hated waiting, and there wasn't even a library on the Argo to fill the time.

However, she did have a husband and now that Rachel was out of their room...

* * *

Alana could see the glint in Beth's eye from a mile away. Less than a minute later, she felt some arousal coming over her bond with Ethan. Barely a minute after that, they disappeared into the captain's cabin.

Alana looked at the sunset trying to keep her mind off their bond and what they were about to do in the caption's cabin. It was an incredible sight -- the sunset, not them disappearing into the cabin. The sky was a mural or reds, oranges, pinks and purples and the sun had just dipped below the horizon. It reminded her of the first time she had flow on Ethan's back. Of course, that reminded her of the second trip, the conversation that followed, and how he would never be able to be with her.

Suddenly, the sunset wasn't appealing.

She went below decks and flopped down in her hammock to think, but Ethan's emotions over the bond kept interrupting her. He was very aroused and there was no denying he was attracted to Beth. She didn't blame him. Beth was young, beautiful, had a good body, long sexy legs and very shapely breasts--

She shook her head; where did that thought come from?

The emotions coming over her bond didn't help. He was clearly very aroused and lust for Beth was flowing freely over their bond.

She took a deep breath. "Get ahold of yourself Alana."

The more she tried to ignore the feelings coming over the bond, the less she wanted to ignore them. The moment she started paying attention, she could feel another set of instincts in Ethan's head. It was strange, almost like there were two completely different sets of conflicting emotions warring for control.

One set of emotions felt like a warm blanket by the fireside on a cold winter's day. It oozed warmth, care and a desire to protect. It was everything Alana had come to associated with Ethan.

The other set of emotions was different.

There was a visceral edge to them. They reflected the primal hunger, lust, and need that permeated the second set of emotions. They made Alana feel like she was a mouse feeling the emotions of some great cat as it played with its food. She felt simultaneously almost scared and but also captivated by this raw force of nature.

Alana shook her head trying to clear it.

Looking into that part of Ethan's emotions was scary, and not just scary because it frightened her.

It scary because she liked it.

She liked feeling of raw power that Ethan exuded when the dragon took over. She hated what the dragon did. But something -- perhaps their bond -- made it hard to look away; even when the dragon was flooding their bond with pure unadulterated lust.

It was raw, it was powerful, and something about it made her want to surrender control and let the lust completely sweep her away. The more she looked, the more she wanted to submit to it.

It took a titanic effort of will, but she stopped looking at that side of Ethan's emotions.

As Alana came to her senses, she realized the area between her thighs was wet, and not just a little wet either. She felt down to discover a small wet spot had formed where the moisture had dripped down and landed on her dress

"What in Illuminar's name?" Alana said as she felt it. She had never been so happy her dress was enchanted to be self-cleaning.

The last time Ethan and Beth had 'done it' it had hurt enough that she found it easier to ignore. This time though there was almost no emotional reaction.

Her mind didn't like the fact that Ethan and Beth were probably having incredible sex right now. However, what she thought and what she felt didn't line up at all.

Her emotions felt about the same as they would if Ethan and Beth were having a casual conversation.

Her body was screaming in joy.

The cognitive dissonance was overwhelming, as was the arousal coming over their bond. Unconsciously, Alana let her hand drift down under her dress to her sopping wet clitoris. It wasn't until she had given it a gentle rub that she realized where her hand had travelled.

"Okay Alana, take a deep breath," she told herself.

What she really wanted right now was to jump in a cold lake or river. She needed to calm down. She wasn't going to masturbate to the idea of Ethan and Beth having sex.

She wasn't.

There was no way.

She would never.

The wood elf gently rubbed her clit and arcing tendrils of pleasure shot through her loins. She moaned out loud. Her mind didn't like the idea of Ethan and Beth having sex. But her emotions didn't mind and her body certainly didn't mind.

She rubbed again and breathed a soft sigh of relief as the pleasure she so ached for rippled through her body again. Her mind drifted to what it would be like for Ethan to do the rubbing. To have his hands lovingly caress her most intimate places as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears.

Another moan of pleasure followed by more rubbing.

Unbidden, her one brief glimpse of Ethan's cock came to mind. He was big, even while soft and she knew they got bigger. She wondered what it would be like if Ethan was free to wed her. What would their wedding night be like? How would it feel to have a part of Ethan enter her most intimate depths?

Wondering soon led to imagining.

Imagining led to more rubbing.

Idly, she wondered what Ethan was doing to Beth right now. He was probably already inside of her. He probably was thrusting back and forth inside of Beth as untold amounts of bliss coursed through her.

Alana's mind protested and her emotions shrugged, but her body responded edging closer to an orgasm as she imagined herself in Beth's place. She imagined that Ethan -- her Ethan -- made tender love to her for hours on end. She imagined their bodies spending hours proclaiming their love without words.

She wanted it so badly.

If only.

She imagined him spraying his potent seed into her fertile womb. She shuddered as she imagined what it would be like to carry his brood...

Wait, what?

Carry his brood?

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she'd never felt like that before. She didn't think things like that; it just wasn't her. She wanted children, but for some reason the idea of 'carrying his brood' heightened her arousal.

She imagined him bending her over a bed and thrusting deep into her core. She imagined how it would be when they were as close as physically possible as his cock spread her pussy, pumping his cum into her womb and impregnating her. She wanted to be bred like a mare; wanted to feel his brood growing in her womb. She wanted to have a baby bump as proof to the world that he -- The Dragon -- had claimed her body.

Alana shook her head trying to clear it.

That wasn't her.

But the more she thought about it the more her pussy dripped moisture. Her nipples were erect and straining pleasurably against the fabric of her dress as she thought about carrying Ethan's brood and birthing them into the world.

"Oh God," Alana breathed as the thought of Ethan breeding her drove her right to the edge of orgasm.

With every ounce of her willpower, Alana forcibly removed her hand from between her legs. Something was wrong; very wrong. This wasn't her. These desires weren't hers. She wanted kids yes, but this powerful arousal at the idea of Ethan getting her pregnant...

Alana's hand was already halfway back to her clit before she stopped it.

That wasn't for her.

Beth was married to Ethan, not her. It would be her exquisite pleasure to feel Ethan's cum deep inside of her. Beth would get to feel the sensation of being heavy with his brood, nor her.

But why only her...

An image sprang to her mind that she found both shocking and highly arousing.

It was The Dragon.

The Dragon bending both her and Beth over a massive bed. The Dragon thrusting deep inside of her until he pumped his seed into her womb, but not all of it. Alana imagined him spending half his seed inside of her, then moments later thrusting deep inside of Beth and spending the other half inside of the blond teen.

She imagined seeing Beth's naked body glistening with sweat. She imagined her long blond hair slightly damp with moisture, her eyes hooded with lust, her small, shapely breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, those slender legs with flowed into wide hips that were perfect for bearing Ethan's young.

The panting wood elf balled her fingers into fists to stop touching herself again.

Then an unbidden image came to her mind. Beth, with her long, smooth slender legs splayed wide open, her pussy exposed for her to see and dripping Ethan's cum. It seemed a travesty to allow so precious a commodity go to waste, so she imagined herself crawling forward and lapping it from Beth's glistening slit. The idea was so powerfully erotic, that it took every ounce of her willpower not to resume stroking her clitoris.

Her mind was horrified.

Her emotions didn't care.

Her body was ecstatic.

Something was wrong. Her brain was screaming that this wasn't her. Never before in her life had she imagined bedding another woman. She wouldn't; she couldn't.

After a long pitched battle, Alana's mind and willpower won out... barely. She had to nearly lay on her hands to avoid using them to bring herself to orgasm. She wanted to -- by Illuminar she wanted to. However she refused to give in to her impulses, no matter how good they felt.

And they felt amazing.

She was especially worried about how arousing it felt to imagine being bred at the same time as Beth. She didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to like the idea of sharing a bed with the blond teen. And the idea of Ethan breeding them both at the same time...

It scared her how much she liked it. There was another wave of lust over her bond with the dragon and she worked extra her to keep herself calm.

It would be a long, hard night.

* * *

Beth waited with baited breath as she stared into The Dragon's eyes. His gaze was as good as a pussy massage in Beth's book. She had been unable to look away and her arousal had hit new heights every few seconds.

Her naked body was tingling all over and her bare nipples were hard in both arousal and in response to the cool cabin air. She could see Ethan warring with his instincts -- The Dragon -- in his eyes. It felt like they were fighting over her and that turned her on even more.

Then she saw it; The Dragon won.

Suddenly, The Dragon's hand shot out and grabbed Beth's hair. In one smooth motion, he turned her around, pinned her arms behind her back, and bent her over the bed.

Beth barely had time to cry out before The Dragon penetrated her fully in one powerful thrust. The head of his cock rammed against the entrance of her young womb with such force that Beth's hips slammed into the bed.

Beth cried out, though whether it was in pleasure or pain she didn't know. She was helpless, completely trapped by this magnificent creature. She was so utterly dominated that she couldn't have moved if she wanted to.

She loved it.

She had no control of any kind. He had forced her into submission on their wedding night and now again Beth was reminded of her place. The Dragon owned her, it controlled her and it was her lord and master. Beth closed her eyes and let the dragon take her completely.

He owned, her, she merely existed for him and his pleasure. She didn't even know when she'd started thinking this way, she only knew it brought her arousal to new heights when she contemplated her absolute submission to this powerful dragon. Anything he wanted, she knew she would give without hesitation because he was her lord and master.

And he wanted Alana...

Unbidden, the thought of the tiny wood elf came to mind. She was completely naked, her beautiful chocolate brown hair spread about the bed as Ethan mounted her. She imagined that she was tied up; restrained across the room and forced to watch as Ethan pleasured his first mate.

The dragon continued to thrust deep inside of her and she imagined Alana in her place. She imagined she would be helpless to stop as she watched the dragon's enormous cock spread the elf wide open. She imagined the look of pure ecstasy on her face as she felt it for the first time.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, it felt so deliciously wrong. She didn't want to think about it, but simply couldn't stop herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that image out of her head.

She felt a strange sort of thrill as she imagined this powerful dragon claiming another mate. She felt somehow like she was showing him off. Some part of her liked that he was powerful enough to claim another woman as his own.

The thought pushed her right over the edge.

Her entire body locked up, her spine arched and she grabbed wildly at the sheets, trying to somehow survive the titanic orgasm that was sweeping over her. She moaned and almost screamed, needing to release the energy somehow.

Still, the dragon hammered into her.

She knew she'd been bad, trying to keep one of the dragon's mates from him. She felt the need to be punished, and another fantasy unfurled. The dragon ordering her to 'apologize' by sucking his cum from Alana while simultaneously bringing her to orgasm. She would be forced to pleasure the wood elf as penance for her bad behavior.

She could feel another orgasm building at the thought. She took every ounce of her willpower and tried to think of something else; anything else. She didn't want to imagine pressing her soft tongue into Alana's sopping wet pussy...

But she did.

The idea was too captivating and too erotic. Her second orgasm built to a crescendo as the fantasy swirled around in her head, then unceremoniously pushed her headlong into another climax.

It would be a long, wonderful night.

* * *

Ethan woke up feeling very disoriented. He remembered Beth pulling him into the bedroom last night. He remembered starting with some loving foreplay, but before they had even taken their clothes off, his memory faded into a blur; no doubt the dragon's fault. He rolled over and saw Beth sleeping next to him in bed.

She was completely naked and the covers lay in a tangled mess at the foot of the bed. Her small, perky breasts rose and fell in her sleep, their nipples peaked and hard with arousal. Her pussy was wet, and there was a line of dried white cum on her thighs. Three of Ethan's balls felt wonderfully empty while the fourth was painfully full.

It was the one he'd grown after bonding with Alana of course.

Somehow he knew it would never empty until he took her to bed. That thought made him grow hard, and his cock slid from its sheath. Unbidden, an image of Alana spread out naked and inviting before him came to his mind. His full testicle throbbed at the thought, and he longed to empty its contents into her. His cock accurately reflected exactly what his dragon side thought of the idea.