Forbidden Fantasy Ch. 05

This has been a bit longer in the writing than I had hoped, but I do hope to keep you guys interested because this next installment may be the last chapter of the story if I can't come up with one or two more ideas to draw it out. As always I like to hear your thoughts and maybe an idea or two to keep this thread alive. If I use one you will be mentioned and thanked profusely. Enjoy!

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It was the dead of night when we made it to the town and Ingalome'stracazillio was absent. Blacks had the worst night vision according to Jacob and the Orren seconded that. This close to the town I could sense there was not much in the way of livestock left alive and the people were injured and far fewer in numbers than would be in a village of this size. "We need to assess the damage here before we confront the beast. If he has drained this place and will soon move on we need to know." Jacob's words were greeted by a round of nods. "Priestess, can you either stay out of the way or disguise yourself? We do not need panic."

I was surprised when she nodded without the expected vileness of her race. "Despite what some here think of me I do not serve the Spider Queen." She looked skyward and smiled. "Drow I am but the Moon Goddess is for me and I for her."

My jaw dropped. I had heard there were some drow who kept the old ways before the were forced underground by the goodly races of the surface but I thought them just a myth to keep up childish hopes that one day we would all be one people again. I knew the Lady of Chaos would never allow one of her own to even say this in jest. "My apologies, priestess. I will do my best to put aside my thoughts concerning your race as they pertain to you."

"Very wise to not include the rest of my race, Healer. I shall cloak myself." Her form shimmered and she stood there as a surface elf in coloration but still the sharper features of the night elves said she was not a person to cross. "Your power for healing are greater than my own, Healer, so I will do what I can to spare those for the final confrontation."

I was about to agree when Jacob stepped forward. "He may use my energies. He has before and he may again. While I may be the youngest here, I will not drain any one person when the work must be shared. Please fan out and find those few that may be left." I smiled to myself when I realized that in the village I had assumed command in our relationship. Out here, he was showing his natural leadership role and I let him because I did not like to lead.

Twenty people out of forty were still alive and only the small children were healthy. Healing went swiftly with so few that I did not even need Jacob's energy. He fetched water along with the Orren while Flora and Golden Wings set up some alert spells to give us a few precious moments' notice should the wyrm return. I was finishing up with an injured expectant mother when a child came over to me and tugged on my sleeve. "Yes, youngling?" I asked and got a somewhat hesitant smile.

"Es'cuse me, mister Elf, but there is a messager for you." I nodded and finished with the woman before following. The Orren and something held off the ground by the scruff of its neck and when I realized it was a goblin I was glad Jacob was inside.

"Thank you, youngling. Now run inside and see if your mama needs anything." The child did just that and I turned my most baleful gaze on the goblin. It started to shiver. "Deliver your message, cretin and I may let you live long enough to have a head start before I get the bathwater."

"I comes from the Great Wyrm with a message fer yas. His Mightiness says to come to his lair and brings the human and the Woodses shall be spared another attack." I looked at the Orren whose face was impassive but grim set.

We were headed that way anyway and the sooner we could get this done the sooner we could either kill the monster or injure it enough to buy the races some time before we die. "I shall bring the human. Where is the lair?" The goblin's rush of words were too much and I held up a hand. "Orren could you retrieve the information I seek? If not I believe the drow priestess would love to get her claws on this one." Mentioning the drow was a sure way to put fear into the gob and break down any mental resistance the Orren may find. Plus it was a petty joy to listen to the goblin whimpering before he passed out from fear.

"You have changed from the child I met."

"My life has changed since then, Orren. The sooner started is the sooner finished and I want that wyrm back in whatever prison we can lock him in and free that red. Maybe he would be a bit more tractable to stay hidden or some other solution. We need the dragons to survive as a world. The kin aren't up to taking their place."

The Orren nodded with a smile. "That would make us Orren the top of the chain and we're scholars not monsters...unless angered of course. I shall get the information you seek." I patted his shoulder and went back inside.

Jacob stood in the doorway with a serious look on his face. "You would negotiate with the Red?" He seemed so surprised.

"I would try. Blacks may be the meanest but reds are the worst for temper. I would rather try to keep him somewhat agreeable to another long term of peace than not." I could not fathom the look of incredulous wonder splayed across his face. "Look, Jacob, I know you hate dragons and with very good reason. They murdered your family and left you all alone until you met me." His face hardened and I saw the ghosts of his memories rising up and I took his hand. "My love, I know what that hatred does to you. Look at how I am still having to catch myself when thinking about drow. They came to help and I still hate them for less reason than you despise dragons." My eye looked at the priestess. "Yet there sits one who worships the same goddess as I if by a different name."

"You don't know this red." He turned his face away as if ashamed to show the raw emotions on it. "He was just as bad from what the tales tell."

I placed a single finger to his chin and turned it back. "You're right I don't, and I don't know the tales, yet there is always a chance for every creature to possess some sort of compassion and gratitude for doing something that benefits them. I don't know dragons as well as you seem to, but I hold out hope that this one will be a better choice than that Black." I stared into his eyes and he looked right back. There would be a long healing process for him if we survived this, one that I yearned to help with.

"Pray to your Goddess that the hope does not wane." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Rest, my dear one. You'll need it." I nodded and went to the room one of the families had let us use for the time we were here. It had a single bed that would not fit the both of us. It would not even fit Jacob truth be told. Yet I was no green adventurer, and I needed less sleep than he did. "Take the bed, love." I smiled over my shoulder at Jacob. He knew what I had been thinking.

"As you say."

Sometime a bit later I woke to hear voices just outside the room's only small window which was shuttered against the chill of the night. "You are no different at the core, Jacob." The Orren was talking to Jacob. "Still the same selfish child I knew those many years ago."

"You truly think I am unchanged? I have had years to reflect on why this all happened. Vanity and pride landed me in this mess, but I believe I have learned a lot about not letting those get the best of me."

"On the surface, I see that plainly. But deep within, under this skin, lies that same brat I use to mind." The Orren's voice seemed gently reprimanding but full of fondness. Was I hearing this correctly? Did they know each other from years ago?

"Maybe," said Jacob plainly. "I don't know what will happen when this is all over. I don't know who I will be...and whether Kiven will still want to be with me. I know he loves me, I feel it in every fiber of my being, but could he still love me when this is done?"

"Then tell him child. That elf is the most open I have ever seen for his hide bound race." I grinned slightly. Elves were known to be stubborn and I could be as bad. "He is amber among the rest of the saps from the woods."

"But this? Krillian'Orr, this may be too much even for him." I had never heard Jacob's voice sound so lost. "By Bahamut, Krillian'Orr, if he rejects me I will have wished for death all the harder long before this."

I heard a loud slapping sound and Jacob grunted. "You will not say such things. You are grown now and not some mewling baby. Yes you love him deeper than you have ever loved anyone other than yourself. Have you noticed he has changed for you?" There was a small pause and then a sort of grunt. "What other elf sleeps? Or wakes groggy? Do they have dreamless sleep?" Come to think of it I had been dreaming a lot less and still I was surprised I woke on my side or even my stomach more often than flat on my back. The grogginess seemed to be far less than that first night in the cabin, but still I sometimes woke feeling more tired than when I went to bed. "If you have not noticed then you are blind. Even I see it in him. He used the Song tonight, Jacob! I saw the destruction in the forest he caused. Those are impossible to refute."

"But there is that last test."

The Orren chuckled. "That is one thing I can feel in my heart of hearts. He will not reject you after this, be ye alive or dead." I nodded vehemently to myself. I would leave Jacob for no reason other than him asking it of me. "Go rest, child. We never had this talk and I never saw you being a worried little hatchling."

"You always were a pain, Krill." There was fondness there too! They did know each other. And since Jacob was a youth.

"And you were ever my brightest pupil, Jacorro'." They parted ways then and I waited until Jacob entered the room and then sat up to look at him. I could see his face clearly, far clearer than ever before. He looked lost in thought until he realized I was up.

"How much did you hear?"

"Not the entire thing. Only that you and the Orren knew each other when you were young." I left out the fact about him feeling I would reject him. I wouldn't. I knew a lot more than they could know, just hearing that little talk. "Is that what he wanted you to tell me? It is nothing to keep secret."

"I...didn't want to be a hypocrite." I chuckled and stood to cross the small space to his arms. "All dragons or none, even my former teacher." He was looking back into his memories to a happier time and I just held him. "He has always been so infuriatingly smart, and noble to a fault. All his kind are."

My hands toyed with his waist and I realized how far we had come together. When we first met our passions were frequent and fiery. They were still as heated but less often now since we had grown to know each other deeper than mere physicality. We didn't feel the need to couple every day three or four times. Yet I knew this would be the last night we might have together. We went after the wyrm soon and I would want this one last night of this grand passion should I die tomorrow. My hands seemed to break through to his mind and I could feel him rising. He smiled down at me and I helped him from his clothing. "We must be quiet."

"Not this time." We spun to see Jon standing there with his arms crossed and smirking. "I figured I would catch the two of you like this. Wondered why we never got around to that event." I know heat rose to my face. "And a certain dragon queen has silenced this room for the rest of the night." Jon came forward when Jacob beckoned, his light sleeping robe falling to the floor to reveal his tightly muscled frame and full erection.

"I think he's been waiting long enough, don't you, Kiven?" Jacob helped me out of what little I was wearing.

"No, I think he should sit down and wait his turn." Jon's expression was almost one of anger until he realized I wanted him to watch, to build the feeling of excitement until he could no longer stand it and rushed to join us in a frenzy of lust. Then, and only then, would Jacob know why Jon was all the lover I had ever really needed until he came along to steal my heart. Then Jon would be too far from caution to let his brain tell him to stop when Jacob penetrated his bottom. "Sit there and no touching," I said to Jon and pointed to the smallish chair. He went and sat with his arms crossed as if in a pout. I knew he did that to avoid doing what he wanted which was the release. Turning my attention back to the man I love I pulled him down for a soft kiss, something I would never get enough of. All that power, all that unbridled passion controlled for gentle caresses and kisses.

My scaled arm glittered in the not light of the room, catching every ounce of moonlight and seeming to absorb it and then glow with it. It cast eerie shadows on Jacob's face but it cast more than enough light to see his eyes were fluttering from some emotion he had not experienced in a long time. Powerful love and lust mixed with utter revulsion. Dragon scales touched him but he was loving it and hating it at the same time...the ultimate taboo. He leaned into my touch and sighed. I could feel his skin quiver as I traced my hands up his bare chest and I heard two gasps from my two men. Jon was watching but could not even give himself physical pleasure, Jacob's full and turgid erection was larger than I had ever seen it. "Kiven, are you trying to makes this last or tease me?"

"Can't it be a bit of both?" I asked as I kissed my way to his jaw and throat. I wanted to see just how far I could push both until they cracked and did what they truly wanted to. My touch, though soft, had my new claws scratching along Jacob's furry chest and he groaned and looked at me like he would either throttle me or ravage me. My returning smile was one of open challenge. "Does it excite you to feel my arm and hand, knowing what it is?"

"Kiven, were I not so in love with you I would remove that arm." His growl was deep and throaty but I could see that he meant every word. He lifted me bodily and impaled me on his member and I cried out in pained joy, shocked that he had not even prepared me and glad he was close to his point of no return. He bounced me on that huge rod and pulled my face close to his. "But if you stop touching me with that arm I will not speak to you even again." Savagely he kissed me and I moaned. He had never been this forceful and Goddess above I was loving it! I dug my claws into his back and he growled even louder and I swear I could here a dragon chuckling from somewhere nearby.

"Is this the best you can do? Jon has done it deeper and harder than this." Jon's eyes were glued to us and Jacob spun me around in mid air, his member never leaving my bottom, and then nearly slamming me to the ground with himself atop me, every inch possible deeper in me than ever before. I cried out and thrust my strong hips back to meet every stroke. Jacob was merciless and I wondered if I was able to keep up. Faster and faster, harder and harder he thrust into my hole and I loved it. I loved him so much.

Then I could hear something so distinct I wondered how it had lasted this long. Jon was squirming in the chair and he knuckles were cracking in effort to not touch himself. "By the Goddess, Kiven, I am not going to be responsible for what I do to you."

Jacob buried it deeper in me and held it there, making me gasp. I could almost see it from Jon's eyes. Looking from across the room at Jacob's round and muscular bottom as it flexed to dig him deeper into me, those tree trunk legs supporting him as his arms were wrapped firmly around me, how my hole stretched to epic proportions to accommodate him. It was driving him mad, so I decided to make him react. I bucked and tossed a surprised Jacob off me and hiked my bottom into the air. It was all the invitation Jon needed and I felt his familiar member slam deep into my bowels. I was driven back to the floor as Jon clamped onto my shoulder with his teeth...I love it when he does that. I had almost forgotten how much I loved Jon doing just this to me. As I locked eye with Jacob he looked a bit out of sorts until I flicked my gaze back to Jon's waiting bottom. The look he got was something like he finally got what I had been planning all along and loved me all the more for the not so subtle way I had engineered this to happen. He needed no other prompting.

Jacob stood over Jon and me And waited for Jon's slow but powerful pounding to open those tight cheeks, then he dove in. With his tongue. Jon's cry of surprise was nothing compared to the feel of him clamping down tighter with his teeth. He could not keep up his pistoning and get that fabulous feeling at the same time so, he just stayed halfway in me and let Jacob do whatever he wanted. "So tasty, Jon," said my beloved and I could only agree although we had never done this together.

"Jon, does that feel good?" He moaned and whimpered and I took that for a yes. "Want to feel something better?" He nodded, he teeth finally breaking skin. "Then let us do this right." I turned over, forcing Jon to release my shoulder but stay inside me. I pulled him into a savage kiss while Jacob repositioned above him. Jon knew what was going to happen but he didn't care. Not any more. I wondered how Jacob was going to treat this. Easy and slow like most needed, or fast and hard to get it over with quickly? Fast and hard by the scream Jon let out and the sudden weight of both atop me. That scream was not fully one of pain, not with with the way his eyes rolled back and up into his head.

"The big warrior is a strong one to take such a wound," Jacob said, playing to his pride and letting Jon know he was going to really get it. Slipping out from under, I crawled over to watch what I knew I would never see again. I had never fully penetrated that bottom, but Jacob had most of himself up there. "Are you ready?" Jon looked back with a red face and nodded.

I am unable to describe the scene. Mere words escape me. It was an earthquake fighting with a raging fire on the plains, a tidal wave battling a thunderstorm. Jacob was giving just below his all, knowing to do his best he would honestly hurt Jon, but Jon was begging him to show him how big the human was, to prove he could take anything Jacob could give him. There was no way Jon could take it all, there was not enough room inside to do it. Yet he begged to have more and Jacob did his best to give him more without injury. In and out, up and down. Twice I heard the telltale slap of flesh and Jacob thrust it all inside and each time Jon screamed in honest pain, but he did not relent. He would not admit defeat from something so minor as something nearly a foot long being thrust into him.

Watching Jon push up on to all fours was amazing. Jacob never let up but Jon's body wanted this too badly and he was up within a minute. My beloved just grabbed him by the hips and drove in. this new angle was perfect and Jacob was all the way in and Jon's climax hit like an arrow. He stopped breathing while his essence was spilled all over the floor. Far more than ever before, I watched spurt after spurt fly from Jon and I wish I still bee under there to catch it all. Jacob slowed and looked at me with a nod as he pulled out gently, making Jondal hiss. But his bottom was invaded by my own rod and Jon looked back with something new in his eyes. There had always been closeness and friendship, but he was grateful. To me and to Jacob. I was touched by that look and slid in slowly and gently, finally feeling those depths I had ever been denied from fear. "Kiven, go easy."

"I will Jon. There never was a need for posturing between us." He smiled and rolled onto his side, taking me with him and I wrapped my arms around him. I felt a splash of minor magics and saw Jacob was cleaning himself before placing his member at Jon's mouth. "Go easy on his mouth, Jacob. He's not use to you." Jon's smile was almost challenging but Jacob nodded, leaning down to give Jon a sensual kiss before replacing his pole in Jon's mouth. He did nothing at all, just let my former lover do as he wished. Then Jacob almost lost his stability as he felt Jon's wondrous mouth, the one he had been using on me for the better part of a century. He could handle some size and what he could not handle did not matter because that tongue was better than anything. My hips were rolling, my phallus sliding in and out of his rump, and I swear I knew it would hit soon because Jacob's face was pure bliss.