A Dragon's Tale Ch. 13

"Further, as my king already knows, there is an irate Naiad named Adorelle who wishes to speak more on this matter, but is tangentially silenced by an oath, which only your majesty can nullify."

The king sighed and looked wistfully at his pillow and still sleeping wife; it would likely be several hours before he saw them again.

* * *

Alana felt the waking world drawing near and fought to stay in her dream. It was wonderful dream, if a bit strange.

In the dream, she and two other naked women were laying snuggled up to Ethan on a bed. She recognized the flame colored hair of Rachel and the wings of Taloni. Curiously, Rachel's head was flopped against her chest, and the beautiful redhead was drooling slightly on the wood elf's naked breast.

After a few moments, they roused themselves and Taloni gave Ethan a good morning kiss. Not to be outdone, Rachel leaned up and planted a gentle, chaste kiss on Alana's lips.

It was a wonderful kiss.

Ethan's kisses were was strong, masculine, and had a primal edge to them even when he was being sweet. Rachel was the opposite. Her kiss was soft, gentle, and the personification of feminine tenderness. It spoken of a deep emotional connection more than anything else and was filled with heartfelt affection.

Try as she might, Alana couldn't hold onto the dream.

The soft, sensuous kiss of the dream faded to be replaced by the familiar feeling of her head slowly rising and falling as she used Ethan's chest and shoulder for a pillow. She laid there enjoying the memory of the dream plus the warmth and comforting presence of her husband. She allowed the thought of the dream to flit through her mind, luxuriated in the remembered sensation...

Then her brain caught up with her memory. She realized what she'd been dreaming about and sat bolt upright in bed.

"Huhwhu?" Ethan groaned, then rolled over to put his arm around her waist.

Judging by the light outside the enormous window, it was nearing dawn. The wood elf felt her cheeks grow hot and was sure they were the same red-scarlet color that the clouds would be when the sun hit them. How could she have possibly dreamed about kissing Rachel? Here she was with a wonderful husband lying next to her and she was thinking about another woman.

Embarrassment turned to shame.

How could she do that to him?

How?

She quickly checked the mental defenses that Elder Goman had taught her how to erect and made an alteration. She made it so Ethan could still sense her emotions, but not unless he looked on purpose. She couldn't let him know how she was feeling. She couldn't. She was worried he'd feel betrayed because she was attracted to someone else and she didn't want to hurt him like that.

She looked down at him. He was flopped on the bed, his tongue hanging slightly out of his open mouth and arm around her waist protectively or perhaps affectionately; one of the two, maybe both. She reached down and gently traced her finger along the smooth scaled ridges of his head. He made strange kind of grunt-snore sound and pulled her closer.

She sighed.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her. After all they'd been through, she was finally his and couldn't be happier about that. A deep sense of shame welled up inside of her; how could she be attracted to someone else? How?

The logical part of her mind reasoned that Ethan was going to take another woman to bed, so why was it bad that she was attracted to Rachel? Something in her mind refused to let that stick though. Strange as it sounded, she felt like both Taloni and herself 'belonged' to the dragon - Ethan - and that it was only right and fitting for him to bed as many women as he wished. After all, he was a dragon.

Alana wrestled with herself for the next several minutes as Ethan continued to sleep. Eventually, he began to stir. She knew he was fully awake when she felt his hand slid up her stomach to cup one of her naked breasts.

"Good morning." She smiled at him, placing one of her hands on top of his and pressing it more firmly against her breast.

"Oh, it's good alright." He had a gleam in his eyes as they roamed over her naked body. He touched one of her nipples, which had long since become erect

"Are you sure?" Alana sighed playfully as the pressure on her nipple made other places on her body start to wake up. "You might need to inspect things more closely to be sure..."

She wasn't sure how he did it, but the next moment the aroused wood elf was on her back with her hands pinned above her head. His legs were over hers, and she was completely exposed, the covers having mysteriously flown off the bed. She couldn't move. His hands held her hands, and his feet - which could grab as tightly as hands - where firmly clamped around her ankles.

"I can inspect." He said with a sly grin.

He held her wrists with his right hand, but he started moving his left hand over her body. Not touching her body, just hovering a mere inch above it. He moved his hand up and down, following the contours of her body but never touching it. His hand roved over her breasts, stomach, and hips, but never touched.

Every time she moved her body so his hand would make contact, he moved as she moved. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't make contact. Despite this, her arousal kept growing. She couldn't actually feel him, but she could feel his desire and couldn't help imagining what his hand would feel like.

It was driving her mad.

"Please sir; please touch me." She moaned.

He looked her in the eyes, smiled lovingly, and then said firmly: "No."

Instantly, her arousal grew greater, as if his denial was an aphrodisiac. He was so strong, so masculine; he had her completely pinned there and at his mercy; she liked it. She hated it, but she loved it.

She meant to close her eyes to luxuriate in the sensation, but found she couldn't. He had trapped her eyes open with his gaze. She tried to turn her head, but found she couldn't do that either. She reached into her very core and plumbed the depths of her willpower to see if she could resist.

It took a moment, but she found she was able to.

Barely, but she could.

It took all her willpower, but she was able to slowly close her eyes, though she let them open again immediately afterward. She could fight his willpower. It was hard, but she could do it.

She just didn't want to.

On their wedding night, she'd sworn to love follow and obey him. She was secretly glad she had the willpower to fight him, but had no inclination of any kind whatsoever to use it. She fully intended to keep her vow; to follow and obey him in everything, always. Besides, she loved this side of him. He was sexy all the time, but when he got all dominant like this...

She sighed.

He removed his hand, then bored into her soul with his eyes. She felt her arousal grow greater and greater, like his eyes were some great force amplifying her arousal and the sensations that played over her body. He wasn't touching her body, but she could feel him inside of her, his influence teasing out the strange sensations that were tantalizing her skin.

"Please touch me sir, please." She moaned again. It was too much, she couldn't take the sensations combined with the apparent lack of cause.

"No." He repeated lovingly but firmly.

Suddenly, the force behind his eyes seemed to intensify, and she felt a mini-orgasm start to form. It was such a tiny one though. It was nearly pitiful in its weakness, and it at least doubled her desire for the real thing. She moaned again, this time from both pleasure and frustration.

He knew her too well.

As much as she wanted him to enter her, she wanted him to prolong it more... she just wouldn't have had the willpower to avoid jumping on him. He was giving her exactly what she wanted, and she was both incredibly grateful and ready to slap him for it.

She settled for the next micro-orgasm he inflicted on her. It was weaker than the last, but at the same time only wetted her appetite for more.

Suddenly, he released her.

"Turn over." He ordered. "On your hands and knees."

She instantly complied.

He finally touched her, and she almost had another micro-orgasm at finally feeling his hand on her skin. He ran it up along her spine, making her shiver. He touched the base of her neck and she shuddered. He grabbed a handful of her chocolate brown hair and gently pushed her face down towards the bed.

He leaned forward, pressing his entire body against hers, and said: "You know, we never did celebrate our Arena victory, and you had an idea how to accomplish such a celebration..."

He straightened up as Alana tried to remember what she said. It hit her the instant before Ethan pushed his enormous cock inside of her in one powerful thrust... From behind.

She almost orgasmed right then.

She clapped her hands over her face as she realized he was taking her from behind. It felt so different. He started thrusting inside of her with long, full, deep strokes. His cock hit different areas, applying pleasure in subtly different places. It felt amazing, but also embarrassing.

This was how animals did it. It felt so... naughty. She'd heard some people did it like this, but something about it felt so... primal. It was so primitive and she almost felt like she should be ashamed that Ethan was taking her in such a lewd fashion...

But she loved it.

Oh, Illuminar in heaven she loved it.

Ethan placed both of his hands on her hips and started increasing his pace. Soon, he was ramming into her so hard she thought the bed - or at least her body - would break... but she wouldn't have wanted him to stop for the world. His cock slammed home deep inside of her and brushed up against the entrance to her womb as it did so.

The womb where she was carrying his child.

She came.

She came so hard she had to bite the sheets to avoid screaming in pleasure. Her entire body felt like it was being consumed with pleasure.

He didn't stop.

He kept thrusting deep inside of her with that same implacable, unwavering, heavenly rhythm. He paid no attention to her orgasm; he didn't slow down, didn't stop, didn't speak kind and loving words, he did something he'd never down before: he just fucked her mercilessly.

And she loved it.

She looked back at him and could see the look of both primal lust and deep adoration in his eyes. Ethan was giving her the lovemaking she so desperately craved, while the dragon was using her body selfishly, completely for its own pleasure without any regard for her whatsoever. The dragon pounded into her with primal, almost reckless abandon. She would've been worried but for the tempering influence of Ethan. He would never hurt her.

A tiny part of her mind that had been long buried seemed to unlock. A tiny voice whispered that she was fulfilling her purpose. That she existed solely for this mighty dragon to use and to breed whenever it felt like doing so. She loved that idea, she luxuriated in that idea, but wouldn't let it take control.

Another orgasm obliterated her train of thought, carrying her away onto another sea of bliss.

*Grab me, pull me close; please sir.* she pleaded telepathically.

Ethan obliged in the perfect way, though it shocked her to the core. He grabbed a large handful of her hair and jerked her up so her back was pressed against his front. It hurt, but for some reason the pain only heighted the pleasure she was feeling.

He never even broke his rhythm.

He snaked his free hand around so his arm was pressing into her breasts. His other hand was still holding her hair, and he gently pulled her head to one side so her neck was exposed. His long, warm tongue began to caress the sensitive skin, making her nearly melt into his arms.

"Do you want me to cum inside of you?" The dragon growled into her ear.

"Yes sir." She moaned as her body went slack.

She didn't need to support herself; his cock was lifting her off the bed with each thrust; his arm mashed into her breasts, simultaneously holding her in place and stimulating her nipples; and his hand held her head in place by her hair. The tiny wood elf let go completely, letting him take complete control. She could trust him with that.

"Ask me to." The dragon hissed again; lust palpable in its voice.

"Please sir, please cum inside of me." She moaned, barely able to get the words out.

"Beg." It hissed again.

"Please sir, please I'll do anything, just please cum inside of me. Please." Alana heard herself say.

She opened her mouth to scream in both pleasure and pain, but the dragon was quicker and clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle it as she came.

It was incredible.

It felt like the whole world had slipped away as the exquisite rapture obliterated every thought in her head. She was dimly aware of the sensation of heat as the dragon unloaded its potent seed into her. Despite already being pregnant, her vaginal walls still milked his cock for all it was worth, trying to extract every last drop of sperm.

She sighed as Ethan slowly, gently, and lovingly lowered her to the bed. He laid down behind her and pulled her close, while using a wing to pull the discarded blanket up over them.

Alana laid there for several minutes trying to catch her breath. Her entire body was covered by a thin sheen of perspiration and she felt like she'd just run a marathon.

"Well that was... different." she panted.

"Woman, you have no idea." Ethan eyed her naked body again, the glint in his eye not entirely gone and his cock still quite hard.

"I'm not sure I can; I'm whipped."

"Not yet." He said with a wink and then gave her a light smack on the butt. Curiously, she enjoyed the sensation. She considered moving her limbs, but that felt like a lot of work. She felt completely content, and only wanted to take a nap cuddled up to her amazing lover.

He pulled her close and she snuggled into him. She loved his scent. She couldn't always smell it, but when they were close like this she could. It just made her feel better and calmer inside.

"Did the dragon do that often with Beth?" Alana asked after another few minutes.

"Do what?" he said with a yawn.

"Bring out your primal side, in bed I mean."

"Yeah, I didn't hurt you did I?"

She rolled over to look at him and gently stroked his cheek. "No, I'm fine and you don't have to apologize. It brings a certain... intensity that I don't exactly hate."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She nodded and snuggled up to his chest, using the smooth scales over his chest as a pillow. "I didn't know sex could be that... wild. I liked it."

"Me too."

He held her for a few minutes before speaking again. "At some point, I need to get up and start making those grenades."

"Five more minutes?" She asked.

"Oh, if I must." He said with mock annoyance and then gave her a little squeeze. "I still need to figure out how to make the fuses anyway. That's the one thing I can't figure out."

"What as fuse?"

"It's how you detonate a grenade. I need to start a fire inside the grenade, but I highly doubt anyone here has invented anything that'll work."

"Well, do you need this fire to go out later?" the wood elf asked as an idea popped into her mind.

"No, it'll be blown to smithereens so we don't really care."

She smiled. "I could enchant a small piece of leather or wood to draw the heat in from around it when you activate the enchantment. It would concentrate the heat it like how a mage makes a fireball and get very hot, very fast."

Ethan grinned. "How hot, how fast"

"I can vary the timing, but hot enough to start a fire in maybe three to ten seconds."

"I could kiss you!" Ethan exclaimed, then smiled. "In fact, I think I will."

He reached his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her into a soul-searing kiss. Alana felt herself melt into his arms at the exact same moment that she felt a renewed tingling sensation between her legs and renewed strength in her limbs.

* * *

Rachel was leaning against the railing on the quarterdeck, acutely aware of what was going on beneath of her. She could tell that Alana was trying to keep it down, but that wood elf had quite a set of pipes. It wasn't that she was making a lot of noise - she wasn't - but every so often, the unmistakable sighs and moans of a woman on the heights of ecstasy drifted up to the quarterdeck from the captain's cabin below. This was often interspersed with growls and grunts that sounded distinctly dragon like.

And then there was the movement of the bed...

She could've moved to the front of the ship to avoid hearing them, but something kept her there. It wasn't jealousy or even curiosity, though she was curious what it was like to share a man's bed.

She really didn't know what kept her there.

She was extremely happy that her friend had found wedded bliss and was almost as happy for Ethan. They really were wonderful together. Their personalities fit like two pieces of a puzzle, their strengths and weaknesses covered each other's perfectly, and a blind man could see the deep affection they shared.

Another moan came from the captain's cabin, though it was more of a combination between a strangled moan and groan. The third one in as many minutes, only this one was followed by a deep throaty growl that went on for several seconds.

Despite herself, Rachel felt her cheeks grow warm and she knew they'd gone an embarrassed shade of pink.

"That sounds like the end of round two." Anthiel said with an amused smile. "Ah, young love." As usual, she was sitting on the quarterdeck playing an instrument. Today it was a small, round stringed instrument that Rachel didn't recognize.

"I suppose so." Rachel nodded

"Copper for your thoughts?" The kindly elf asked. She was the picture of refined beauty, managing to make leather breeches and a casual blouse look suitable for a royal ball.

"I wasn't... I mean I was just thinking."

"About our rather vocal newlyweds downstairs?"

"Is it that obvious?"

Anthiel chuckled. "Only to someone with ears. They are rather hard to miss. But why do they occupy your mind? Jealousy?"

The flame-haired teen shook her head. "No, not jealous. I'm really happy for them. I just wish..."

"...that you could have the same?"

"Not the same, but similar. That would be nice."

"Itis nice, wonderful even, but marriage is hard work." Anthiel said. "It's incredible, but don't romanticize the effort required. Be happy Alana has found a man like Ethan, but no one is perfect and they'll have their struggles."

"But at least they'll go through them together, me on the other hand..." She cast a glance down towards the captain's cabin.

Anthiel cocked her head to one side. "How long have you had feelings for him?"

"I don't."

Anthiel raised her eyebrow.

"Okay, yes he's a good guy, but he's Alana's guy. I wouldn't dream of doing anything to come between them."

"I didn't say you would. I'm quite certain you would rather die than harm either of them..." She got a sly smile on her face. "...but you didn't answer my question."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't have any." Rachel said, and only after she'd said it aloud did she realize it wasn't quite as true as she wished it to be.

"Okay." Anthiel replied, yet she didn't sound convinced. Quite the opposite in fact; that sly smile hadn't left her face.

Rachel didn't pursue the conversation further because they both knew the score. She had long ago decided she would never lie to herself and didn't intend to start now. Sure, she might like Ethan, but she would never, ever, do anything that might possibly come between herself and Alana, or adversely affect the wood elf's marriage in any way.

Out of curiosity, she closed her eyes and checked her deep mana. The large chunk of mana Ethan had given her to save her life several weeks ago was still there. It was definitely smaller, but still there. She nudged it experimentally, but as before it refused to move.