A Dragon's Tale Ch. 11

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Ethan wasn't sure where this new commanding streak had come from, but he was glad it had come. Alana slowly let her hands drift away from her breasts and pussy. They drifted upward and she crossed them above her head, fully exposing her naked body to him for the first time.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

No exceptions.

He thought it was almost a crime against nature to have kept such a perfect body hidden for so long. If someone had created an image of the ideal woman from his imagination, it would've been Alana. Her hourglass figure, deceptively long legs, and the magnificent sensuality of her pose turned his cock into a rod of granite.

The look on her face was a combination of a rapturous smile -- a perfect smile -- and a woman possessed. The lust on her face and the feral intensity in her eyes spoke of long-repressed desires she was desperate to have met. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow under her head, framing her face in a sea of chocolate brown waves.

Every inch of her skin was absolutely flawless and looked sun-kissed. It was like she spent her life in pursuit of the perfect suntan, yet she achieved it without effort.

Her body was amazing.

On her left shoulder -- long hidden by the dress she always wore -- was a small, round birthmark slightly larger than a quarter. It was dark grey-brown and looked vaguely like tiny dragon scales. Oddly, this 'flaw' didn't detract from her beauty; it only enhanced it.

And there was a lot of beauty to behold.

Her breasts rose as two small, hills against the backdrop of a flawless chest. She arched her back to give them more prominence as his eyes roved over them. Their peaks were small, but perfectly shaped and surrounded by an areola that God Himself must've designed.

Her waist was narrow, so narrow that Ethan was pretty sure he could fit his long fingers around it if she sucked in her gut. Lower still, her hips flared out to complete the ideal hourglass figure. She seemed to catch his gaze going lower, and spread her legs to give him a better view.

Her pussy was completely bare, except for a thin layer of nearly transparent peach fuzz. Her inner folds glistened with moisture and were naturally spread apart as if in invitation. Ethan was no stranger to porn and had slept with a few women in his life. Even so, he had never seen a pussy that was in the same league as the sublime perfection in front of him.

He sat down on the bed next to her. She moved so he could sit, but the moment he had, she pressed her body up against him. She sat up and he pulled her into another soul-searing kiss. She kissed him with abandon, seemingly not content with the full body contact and a French kiss. Without breaking the kiss, she twisted around and slid one of her slim legs across his lap so she was straddling him.

Time seemed to lose all meaning.

For a near eternity, they kissed and caressed each other until they had to stop or risk asphyxiation.

"Hi." He said as he touched her cheek with the back of his hand.

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"Hi yourself." Alana replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and stroking the horns that gracefully spiraled like an antelope's out of the back of his head. Down below, she could feel his cock brushing against her stomach. Looking at it, it just seemed too large.

*Are you sure it will fit?* she biting her lip.

*Yes.* he replied without hesitation.

She felt her heart soar at the thought of finally having him inside of her. Her arousal made her hyper aware and she could feel her pussy producing more wetness to prepare for him. With her whole body and soul, she ached, she longed to fully unite with him; finally. She opened her mind and let those desires wash over their bond.

He growled in desire.

The wood elf could feel his cock grow slightly at her yearning. It was now making more than just light brushing contact. It was huge. If he would fit inside of her, he would fill her up completely. She shuddered in pleasure at the thought.

*May I please... sir?* She wasn't sure why she added the 'sir', but somehow it felt right to do so. She thought about sinking down slowly, her weight forcing his cock to spread her pussy lips so she could welcome him inside of her. Finally.

*Absolutely.*

He stroked his hands across her back, triggering a little zone on either side of her spine that drove her absolutely crazy. His long forked tongue came out and began alternately teasing her right and left nipple. It was a feathery touch, but it felt like heaven to Alana and she never wanted him to stop.

She reached down and touched his cock. It was the only part of his whole body -- except the lips -- that wasn't covered in scales. She gave it one gentle stroke, then got up until she was crouched with Ethan's cock at the entrance to her pussy.

*This is it,* Alana thought.

*No, I think we're just getting started,* he winked.

She chuckled, took a deep breath, then started to sink over Ethan's cock. It pushed her nether lips wider than she imagined possible. She had barely taken half the head and it was already getting hard to go down further.

She let herself sink a bit lower, pushing him a little deeper. He was stretching her so wide it almost hurt. She tried to sink down a little more, but it actually started to hurt.

*Holy mother of Ithlan; you're huge.* She thought

*Are you okay?* he asked.

Alana nodded.*We are so doing this, even if it takes me all night.*

*Stop if it hurts though.*

She nodded.

The pain had subsided, so she let herself sink a little lower. It hurt again, but not as much. She let herself sink a little lower. Her nether lips were stretched to the utmost, to the point she felt like she would split in half if his cock spread her any farther. However, they didn't and she finally felt the head of his cock enter her virgin pussy.

It felt like she had a massive log between her legs. The sensation was simultaneously exquisite and slightly painful.

*By Illuminar that feels amazing.* She thought to Ethan.

*You aren't kidding.*

She let herself sink a little further. Some primal part of her brain relished the exquisite sensation of being stretched to her core. Ethan was forcing her inner walls apart as she slowly sank down and it just felt right. It felt right because she loved Ethan with all of her heart, and that primitive part of her brain loved having his cock spread her.

She felt it hit upon a barrier inside of her and she stopped. She loosed a breathy exhale as she relished the sensation of him inside of her. She didn't want to go farther just yet, so she slowly gyrated her hips so his cock applied pressure in new ways and new places.

*Yeah, I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.* Ethan thought to her.

*What makes you think I want you to?* she sent a massive wave of arousal over their bond, while simultaneously French kissing him and more vigorously gyrating on his cock.

The effect was immediate.

Ethan groaned in pleasure as she swirled the head of his cock around in her pussy. His pleasure flooded over their bond and sent Alana's already heightened state of arousal into overdrive. The flood of sensations wiped out the last of her trepidation, and with it, all of her tension.

Her pussy finally relaxed fully and the pain completely disappeared. He seemed to sense it because he grabbed her hips and literally pushed her down. She felt his cock stretch her hymen to the limit, then it broke.

She was his.

He had taken her offered virginity, and that thought seemed let all of the tension drain from her. Her legs turned to jelly. With Ethan pushing her hips down, she felt his cock nestle up against the entrance of her womb mere moments later. It felt like he was so far inside that he was nearing her breasts, but of course he wasn't quite that deep.

Alana had never felt so full in her entire life.

Full of life, full of love.

Her life seemed complete.

Without conscious effort, she felt herself begin to rock her hips. With every new motion, his magnificent cock sent shudders and shivers throughout her entire body. It felt right for her to pleasure him so. All thought of her own pleasure melted away. She just wanted to make sure he enjoyed himself.

She gazed at the magnificent dragon in front of her. What else could she do but pleasure something so far above herself? He was such a majestic creature and she owed him her unquestioning devotion and obedience...

Wait, what?

She shook her head trying to clear it.

It was no small feat with Ethans' cock sending wave after wave of intense pleasure to her brain, and other places...

Her nipples felt harder than diamonds and her pussy imitated a waterfall. She could actually feel her wetness dripping out of her as his cock moved inside of her. Her legs were jelly and her arms like limp vines; yet still she rocked. She didn't think she could've stopped even if she wanted to.

She didn't want to.

She felt a powerful need welling up deep inside of her; the need to pleasure her master...

Wait, what?

Her master?

She shook her head trying to clear it again, but the waves of pleasure flooding over her didn't make it easy. Somewhere deep down, she knew a shift had taken place; a shift in her mind, a shift in her heart, a shift in her very soul.

She felt like she belonged to Ethan.

Not like a wife belongs to her husband; it was more than that. Yet it was also something less than how a slave belongs to their master. She felt like Ethan 'owned her', but not in a bad way. For some reason, she found that very comforting and loved the idea. She knew he would recoil at the thought, but that's how she felt.

She sighed as she continued her tender ministrations. He was deep inside of her; his wings had come out and spread around to completely envelop them. They were completely alone, inside their own perfect little world. Their mutual pleasure had reached a crescendo, but she felt no need to go over the edge. His holding her like this was just perfect.

She wanted to be his, truly and deeply his.

The Dragon had other plans.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt the dragon's compulsion try to make it more than that; to make a true master/slave relationship. The Dragon -- not Ethan, but the Dragon -- wanted to dominate her and make her his slave.

She refused.

The Dragon's will seemed to be made of the finest steel and it wouldn't budge; but then neither would she. She would belong to Ethan because she chose to belong to him. He would 'own' her because she chose him as her 'owner'. She would be his helper, companion and lover; but never a slave.

Despite The Dragon's best efforts, she would not budge on this point. She had once heard that only one in ten million could ever match willpower with a dragon and not fail.

She didn't fail.

The Dragon, seeming to sense a battle that it couldn't win. It finally ceased trying to influence her and retreated. Finally free to enjoy her wedding night, she gazed deep into Ethan's eyes as her passion built to an even higher plateau.

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Ethan simply couldn't believe what was happening as he stared back into Alana's eyes. He'd had sex before, but this... this was something else. She had completely relaxed into him as she continued her slow, gentle rocking. There was something there -- a deep, implicit trust perhaps -- but whatever it was, it was absolute and completely without hesitation or reservation at all.

"Please sir, please make love to me," she whispered softly with a deep and abiding reverence in her voice. At the same time, she gently squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock, heightening his already insane arousal. How he hadn't already gone off a dozen times, he'd never know.

"Why are you calling me sir?"

"Because it feels right... sir," she sighed back. The way she said it was so careful, so innocent. It was full of love, honor, and a level of respect he had never heard in anyone's voice.

Ever.

"Please sir, please make love to me." She leaned back slightly, indicating the direction she wished to go but leaving it totally up to him. He smiled and, without sliding out of her, laid her back on the bed.

She slid her hands around his neck, cradling him softly as she also wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock had slid halfway out as they adjusted positions, so she nudged him forward and into her. However, she did it gently enough that he could've completely ignored her. He didn't, and pushed forward slowly but firmly.

"Thank you sir," she moaned as his cock spread her pussy wide again. The admiration and devotion in her voice was absolute.

She was so incredibly tight and wet. It was like sliding inside a vise lined with frictionless bearings. He glided back and forth slowly, taking his time with long, slow, deep strokes. She sighed in rapture every time be bottomed out, and looked disappointed every time he drew back for another thrust.

As he admired her body, her birthmark stood out to him again. It looked even more like tiny dragon scales up close. He touched it gently with his finger. It felt not unlike his scales, though much softer.

Then she said something that drove all thought of it out of his mind.

"I'm yours," she breathed. It was simple, innocent declaration that was completely devoid of guile. He wanted to ask what she meant, but didn't want to spoil the moment.

*I meant exactly what I said,* she answered. *I'm yours. I'll go where you go; I'll stay where you stay. I will follow you anywhere; to the ends of the earth, to the depths of Saidow's lair, or the courts of Illuminar Himself. I'll be by your side no matter what comes, and no matter what other women you bond to.*

*Alana...* He stopped thrusting.

She gently nudged him with her legs, asking him to continue so he did.

*I can't wait for you to make love to Taloni. She is such a wonderful girl and I know you will take care of her and all the rest of your wives, just as you've taken care of me.*

*All my wives? How many do you think...?* He cocked his head to one side, quite confused.

*As many as you would like.*

As Ethan stared into Alana's eyes, he noticed something had changed. The fire in her spirit hadn't diminished one bit. He knew she would never take any crap from him, and could see that in her eyes.

Yet at the same time there was a new softness; a new acceptance. She looked ready to follow him in anything; in everything. She had decided to trust him completely; to put her faith in him so fully that she would do what he asked, when he asked it. It was scary to see that kind of devotion, yet it was coupled with a level of love and respect that the only word he could think of to describe it was reverence.

As he rocked back and forth inside of her, he realized she truly intended to make good on her word. She would follow him no matter what. Her mind was made up, and he knew there was no changing it; she was just too stubborn and strong willed.

"I do have one request," she murmured as her body fell limp. She seemed to be overcome with pleasure, and yet she hadn't had a single orgasm.

"Name it," he couldn't think of another appropriate response for the level of trust and devotion she had just expressed. He began to thrust a little faster; her pledge had lit a fire in his chest and his balls ached for release.

"Please sir, if Taloni is okay with it, could I be there when you take her to bed for the first time?"

"You want that?" Ethan blinked in surprise but didn't slow down his thrusting. She began to sigh and moan with increasing frequency.

"More than... than anything," her breathes became fast and shallow as she arched her back in pleasure. "But for now, please sir... please make love to me?"

"As you wish," He picked up the pace even more.

Alana's small breasts began to bounce rhythmically as he plunged his cock deep into her body. She was soaked with a light sheer of sweat and was panting. The arousal over their bond reached height he'd never felt before.

"Thank you sir... thank you, so... so much for..."

Her expression of gratitude was cut off as her pussy clenched tighter than he thought possible. Her whole body had seized up so badly it almost looked like she was in agony... then her entire body began spasming completely out of control. His balls begin to boil, ready to release their potent seed into her fertile womb.

Their bond was thrown wide open as her orgasm reached its crescendo. All of her love, all her devotion, all the deep respect and admiration she held for him hit him full force in a single moment.

That pushed Ethan over the edge instantly.

He fired off round after round of cum into her waiting womb. Her pussy almost seemed to milk it out of his cock and draw it deeper into herself. She pulled at his neck and pushed with her legs, seemingly trying to draw him as deep inside of her as possible.

Unbidden, the image of her Alana pregnant with his child came to mind.

For once, Ethan and the dragon were in full agreement. He imagined his sperm making their way to her waiting womb, finding their target and bringing new life into the world. He would breed her, and when she was heavy with child, everyone would know he had claimed her fully.

He imagined her birthing an infant girl into the world, and felt a tiny bit of his mana flow into his cum, giving him a sudden primal assurance she would begin that journey tonight.

He growled in triumph as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream. Her breathing was sharp and irregular, her sighs and moans played a symphony that spoke of untold heights of pleasure. He continued thrusting through all of it, willing the woman beneath him all of the pleasure her small frame could handle.

His wish was granted.

It seemed her orgasm never ended, or perhaps another one began each time the previous ended. She had long since been reduced to a whimpering puddle of exquisite Elven beauty. He continued to thrust inside of her until he felt her thoughts -- few though they were -- begin to fade. It looked like she was on the edge of sleep, either from pleasure or exhaustion.

He stopped and started to pull out, but she whimpered in protest. So instead, he folded his wings, pulled her close, and rolled over so she was lying limply on top of him. As if on instinct, she snuggled into him and then he felt her breathing patterns change, signaling she'd gone to sleep... with him still inside of her.

He panted as the endorphin high receded and he realized he was completely exhausted. His eyelids suddenly felt like they had ten-ton weights attached to them. He wrapped his arms around his wife and let sleep take him.

His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was a silent 'thank you' to whatever or whoever had brought her into his life. He couldn't have imagined a better woman, or one he loved more deeply.

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CHAPTER 11 EPILOUGE

Alana woke in the dead of night, panic starting to seep into her mind at what was going on.

Something was wrong.

She could feel her mana subtly shifting inside of her. Most people wouldn't have noticed, but she had spent years honing her control over her own mana to improve her enchanting. Despite that, her mana was shifting without her moving it. She tried to affect her mana, but it didn't listen to her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it.

She had no control over her own mana!

She was just about to panic when the tiny mana disturbance settled. Then, she felt something that she had never felt before. It was almost like an extremely faint "pop" in the mana around her stomach. It was so tiny, so subtle that she almost missed it. One moment it was a microscopic maelstrom, but the next it was calm. Then something infinitesimally small began to draw minuscule amounts of mana from the Ether.