The Missing Dragon Ch. 03

Gregory released a contented growl when he felt the elegant lady give in to her baser feelings. Her nectar spilled from his lips as he wiggled his tongue inside her silky sheath before shifting his attention to the fleshy nub of tightly packed nerves. She had been falling from those blissful heights only to be sent soaring to the heavens once again as he teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. Light, quick flicks shifted into slow swirls and finished in loving, slow caresses. Valise's bare legs flailed up in the air whilst Gregory devoured her over and over again to send her crashing back against those utopian shores.

His lips eventually trailed upwards across the line of her hip, kissing and adoring the beautiful woman as she gasped for air in the wake of her crushing releases. It wasn't until she felt Gregory starting to slide down his trunks over his own thighs that she fully came to her senses.

"No." Her voice was suddenly firm and resolved.

"Valise, if it's not you then it's going to be Algra, Janette or Talina. I can't wait any more."

He raised up to his knees on the bed and displayed the severity of the problem at hand. With the leather trunks around his thighs, Valise found her eyes widening at the sight of his thick, lengthy cock pointing up towards the heavens and pulsing with obvious purpose. The swollen tip glistened with his excitement and she felt a fresh little electric sizzle between her legs at the sight of his youthful body so bare and ready before her. The sight of her licking her lips and staring upon his impressive manhood was enough to make him ravish her right there and then. Instead, Valise caught him just before she lost control of the situation again, her hand coming to rest on the smooth curve of his steely pectoral muscle.

"You need to lie down."

His only response was a frustrated, rumbling growl. The orcs were definitely rubbing off on him figuratively as well as, in Algra's case, literally.

"Gregory," the use of his name brought him to his senses, "you really need to lie down."

The suggestive glimmer in Valise's eyes and the coy little smile that she offered as she spoke made the penny finally drop. With a wry grin and a slow shake of his head, Gregory lowered himself down on the bed beside her before turning onto his back. His cock immediately lifted up into the air with a proud defiance as Valise sat up, turned and reached out to wrap her fingers around its pleasingly considerable girth.

It was Gregory's turn to moan when Valise finally kicked off her slippers and swung one of her long, slender legs over his hips. Her fingers had quite the magic touch, delicately caressing his engorged length with no small amount of skill. Watching her raise herself up on her knees to pull his peak against her heated folds, he had to grit his teeth and control his breathing to stave off his own release. Upon seeing this, Valise lowered herself upon him, feeling him spread her open and begin to sink into her wet warmth. Feeling Gregory's body beneath her, strong and unyielding, she lowered herself down to rest out upon him. Her silvery, blonde curls spilled across his cheeks as her beautiful features consumed his entire world. Then, in that incredibly intimate moment, she spoke to him in a tender whisper that made his lips tingle with the taste of her heated breath.

"You may spill yourself into me. I am the one who tends to you. I wouldn't be keeping to my duties if I left you so... tense." Valise highlighted her words with a touch of her lips to his that turned into a slow, soothing kiss before speaking again. "I will do this in our time together, as much as you like, whenever you need me."

"I'm honoured you'd make such a sacrifice for the sake of my health." Gregory gently brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

"I take my duties very seriously."

With those solemn words, she lifted herself up once more for her silken curls to cascade down over her shoulders and along her back. Her hands came to rest upon the firm ripples of muscle across his chest to steady herself as he moved his own to rest on her thighs. With tender, graceful movements, she began to roll her hips back and forth against his body. His length slowly slid inside her for those last few inches until she had taken him whole. Her movements were soft, delicate, and uniquely her own.

In his other dalliances with women, his lust had driven him to all but savage his partners, much to their delight. Valise was a different experience altogether. Furious passion gave way to slow, smouldering ecstasy that shifted in tone only slightly as she began to rise and fall upon his length.

Gregory looked upon the matronly lady who had so expertly taken care of him as she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and moaned his name in all her naked beauty. Any reservations she'd held had completely dissolved to release the alluring creature currently urging him to sweet new realms of bliss. His body only tensed when he felt his imminent release rising through his length. She felt it along with his hands as they slid along her sides and up to cup her breasts, giving the soft orbs a gentle squeeze that made a husky breath slip from between her open lips.

The knowledge that she was making this young stallion fill her with his desire drove Valise to an unexpected climax of her own, intensified by the experience of feeling his hot cream gush into her welcoming depths. After his weeks of forced celibacy, his own orgasm ran through his body like a raging inferno. The pain he'd endured all seemed a distant memory as Valise's pussy was pumped with his voluminous release that eventually spilled over and down between his thighs. Not since his first time with Algra had he felt something quite so intense. The world seemed to fade from his mind for a while until he was brought back to reality by Valise's sultry voice.

"You were planning to let go of those at some point, weren't you?"

Gregory opened his eyes to see that he was still quite possessively grasping a bare boob in each hand. He blinked and then let out a somewhat self-conscious chuckle before releasing the lovely pair and lowering his hands to rest on her thighs once again. With her knees planted firmly amidst the furs beneath them, Valise raised her arms to flick her long mane back over her shoulders and slowly wiggle her hips from side to side whilst offering Gregory a radiant smile in the process.

"You really are gorgeous, Valise." He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. Those soft breasts, like ripe fruit, cushioned themselves against his strong frame.

"You're just saying that so I won't tell you to lie back down." Regardless, his words did bring a fresh flush of colour to her exquisitely high cheeks.

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it isn't true." With a little smirk, he raised one hand up to brush her hair back over her ear since he planned to spend the following few minutes nibbling on it and whispering sweet obscenities to her.

When the tip of her ear came into view and he saw it had been viciously slashed, he outright flinched. The wound had healed up a long time ago, but it was evidently still visible due to the top quarter of her ear being missing. It surprised him how well her hair covered the injuries. He hadn't even noticed them when he'd been nibbling on her earlobe. The sight startled him so much that he jolted back a few inches, though he couldn't go very far with his member still embedded in her fiery pussy.

Immediately, she became very stiff in his lap and moved to pull her hair back over her ears to hide the mangled tips. Gregory steadied himself by resting his hands in the bed behind him and looked over her as if seeing her almost for the first time. The high cheekbones, the snowy white skin, that silvery-golden hair that seemed to carry its own glow. She moved to lift herself off of him and shift away, her eyes breaking contact and lowering aside to the bed sheets with embarrassment and perhaps a hint of shame settling over her features.

Though it was a shock to see such a wound on such a beautiful creature, Gregory was damn sure not going to let it spoil the moments they'd just shared together. As Valise moved to get up, she found his arm quickly wrapping around her lower back and holding her down against him. In that moment, she wiggled in protest and felt him swell within her once again. Youth certainly had its benefits.

"Stop."

"I'm sorry. I can't-"

She was soon silenced by his lips meshing to hers once again and the fire within his passion soon burned away the shame of having him see her old scars. When she began to return the kiss, he loosened his hold upon her and she stayed put.

"Valise, are you an elf?"

She hesitated before answering, "The answer to that is... complicated."

"Perhaps it is, but I have the interest and we have the time." Damn it all, he needed to know!

She lifted her hands and placed them on his chest, gently now, and without the desperate touch that she had before.

"Will you stay inside me?"

He thought about saying something like: Well it'll be tough, but I'll try to soldier on. It didn't seem quite the time for such things, however. Instead he kept his words simple and honest.

"Of course."

Valise took a breath and swallowed her nerves.

"I was a forest elf once, a long time ago."

"What changed you?"

"I broke a law. A very important law of my people."

"What-" The question that was about to emerge was silenced as Valise placed her fingertip on Gregory's lips.

"That is a question for another time. I will tell you, I promise, but it causes me a great pain to remember it. I'd rather not endure that memory in such a moment as this." Her fingertip lifted from his lips and she fondly caressed his cheek, feeling the light grains of stubble that had grown there since his arrival in their world.

He nodded for her to continue as she wished.

"I was sentenced to be an outcast. My immortality was taken from me, along with most of my power. Elves only have their ears clipped when they are branded as traitors to their people. When they can never return." She absently ran her hand through the wisps of hair near to her ear as she spoke. "I wandered for a while, looking to the old forests further north in the hope of finding one I could call home. None of their spirits accepted me. So I ventured further south and found Embervine and the orcs. Bolut took me in when I showed him my skill with alchemy. And now I am here." She slowly swayed her hips from side to side to emphasise exactly where she was.

"I'm sorry." There was little else that Gregory could think to say.

"As I said, that was a long time ago. My life has changed since then and I am content with my place here. No orc cares if an elf is an outcast as long as she can be helpful. The spirits of their jungle won't accept me, but they are content to leave me in peace rather than drive me away. It is more than I could hope for. What's more, this life of mine has gotten significantly more enjoyable since I visited you today." She wiggled her eyebrows in a somewhat-uncharacteristically playful manner for the usually serene woman.

"I'm glad to do my part." He laughed through the words and then suddenly fell silent as a thought struck him. "Valise, just exactly how old are you?"

"Three hundred and fifty six." She was slightly nervous about voicing her true age, but that fear was soon quelled when she felt Gregory's length twitch inside her. Apparently his taste for older women matched that of powerful orcish ones and nubile youths. "I was immortal for nearly three hundred years and now, even without my power, I age much slower than orcs or your own kin."

"Well then, I've got my work cut out for me, don't I?" He lowered his upper body down to rest back on the bed, amongst the soft furs.

"How so?" Valise blinked with confusion.

"Well, by the sounds of things you've had a truly terrible ordeal that lasted for decades. It's probably going to be pretty tough to even out all that pain with some much needed pleasure." His hands came to rest upon her bare hips as he looked over the alluring beauty of the sensual woman.

"Oh? And you think you're up to that task, do you?" She voiced a playful challenge and spread her hands over his tight, powerful physique.

"I do. Unfortunately, my doctor tells me that I should get some rest right now, so I can't really get started right away," he teased.

"Really? Well your doctor also senses that you've gotten quite tense again. She should probably take care of that for you. You need to get better, after all, if you're going to take on such a quest as making up for all the time I've lost."

Gregory grinned up at her as she began moving upon him once again, grinding her hips slowly to drive him along her snug sheath. He saw her eyes close as she gave over to the pleasure of his cock as it ignited fresh new fires of bliss inside her. His last words to her before he gave over to that sensual rhythm were simple, honest and loving.

"I can't wait." - - - - -

Whilst Valise rode the afternoon away upon Gregory, Janette had been putting the time to good use by learning the ways of the courtesans. To put it more accurately, however, she'd spent those hours devoting herself to the practice of falling on her rather-lovely bum.

"Raaargh! I'm never going to get the hang of this!"

"The trick is in finding your balance," Fiona Lynn observed shortly after Janette fell over for the twenty third time in a row.

"I can't! It's gone. I officially have no balance. My balance has upped and taken a holiday. It's relaxing on a beach somewhere, sipping margaritas, and leaving me here with two left feet."

"The dance of Sel-Muhra is a difficult one. Perhaps we should try something simpler."

"No, it's ok, I'll get it eventually." Janette sighed and lifted herself to her feet once again.

"It is a pleasure to teach a student who is so determined." Fiona gave an encouraging smile and began to assume the pose from which the dance would begin.

"Determined? Is that what you call it? I always thought that repeating the same thing over and over and expecting a different result was a sure sign that your head wasn't screwed on properly." Lydia was lounging in her usual spot in the tent, pretending to read a book.

"I don't remember you ever learning the Sel-Muhra, Lydia. Perhaps you'd like to show Janette how it's done?" Fiona haughtily offered as Janette matched her pose beside her.

"I don't need to find my balance, Fiona. I know I'm top-heavy." She lifted her hand to give her barely-clad breast a little squeeze and then flicked over the page in her book.

"Too bad it's all boobs and no brains."

"Boobs are more profitable in our line of work." The corner of Lydia's mouth twitched up into a slight smirk as she kept her eyes on her book.

Fiona gave a long-suffering little huff before turning her head to see that Janette had taken the correct pose. She was trying to keep her balance whilst stifling a laugh at the same time.

"Don't encourage her. Are you ready?" she asked.

Janette nodded.

Fiona began the dance in a series of slow, sensual movements that showed off the woman's feline grace to spectacular effect. At first the movements involved a series of delicate steps that were little more than a way of exhibiting the dancer's basic form. Then the dreaded moment came that had landed Janette on her ass so many times that day. Fiona took a deep swerve whilst balancing perfectly on one foot and launching herself upwards in a spinning leap. Her arms stretched outwards and her leg extended behind her in a perfectly executed movement before, of course, she landed smoothly on her feet.

The girl had slowed her own dance enough to watch Fiona's display, hoping that she might find some clue as to how the hell the cat-woman did it without landing on her furry behind. Part of it was controlling the breathing, she'd figured that out after the fifth attempt. Most of the trick, however, was in mastering a sudden drastic shift in her centre of gravity. Because of this, it was damn near impossible to do the move slowly and with any degree of consideration. Fiona's body seemed to defy the laws of physics in demonstrating it for her.

In an effort to keep her concentration, Janette closed her eyes and simply allowed herself to study her own body from within. She began the swerve that would lower herself like a coiled spring and then flung herself into the move with all her strength. Her arms extended outwards with a smooth poise and she lifted her left leg up behind her as the shift in her centre came. The rush of the air on her face spilled her bright red mane across her cheeks, letting her feel almost as if she was flying. Then came the tricky part as her upper body threatened to shift her out of balance and she had to adjust her arms and legs accordingly.

No. That's what she'd been doing all afternoon and it had gotten her nowhere. The fear of failure always made her flop her limbs about like a beached octopus and she always ended up falling down. Instead, she focused on the foot that was pointed to the ground and shifted it slightly, guessing where her centre would be when she hit the floor again. Much to her surprise, it worked! She found her footing straight away and followed the smooth twist she'd made in the air back onto her feet, controlling her balance and then finally bringing her limbs back to the starting pose.

She opened her eyes, found herself still upright, blinked, and then lifted her arms into the air to let out a victory cry.

"Woohoo!"

"That was, um, that was very good. Though you might want to try to learn how to do it with your eyes open," Fiona said whilst trying to stifle some rather insistent giggles.

Not quite knowing what was so funny about her moment of triumph, Janette turned to see Lydia sitting upright having been very recently covered in a jug of scented oil. It had quite obviously been kicked off its stand by the twirling dancer's protégé. The gorgeous curves of the lovely courtesan had turned glossy with the stuff and a large portion of her russet coloured hair was drenched with it.

"Oh!" Janette's eyes widened, "I'm really sorry! I, er-" Janette was interrupted however as Fiona's willpower broke and she burst out laughing at her oiled-up friend.

"See? She's not nearly as dignified as she'd like you to believe." Lydia grumbled as she watched Fiona fall onto her back in a severe fit of the giggles.

"Can I help?" Janette reached out to help Lydia try to save the remnants of her book but was halted as the woman raised a hand for her to stop.

"I think that's enough dancing for today. You can go tell Rook to run me a bath, if you don't mind?"

"S-sure. I really am sorry."

"That's alright dear, now if you'll excuse us, your teacher is about to get splashed." Lydia flicked her hand and sent a splattering of oil across Fiona's face. This quickly got the giggling woman's attention and she tried to slip out of the way.

"No, no, no!" Fiona cried out between laughs whilst Lydia charged at her, quickly tackling the woman and sharing her plight of being oiled up.

Janette lifted her fingers to her lips and silently thanked the heavens that Gregory wasn't there. From the way that Lydia and Fiona were rolling around with each other, he wouldn't have been able to put on his pants for a week without sporting a notable prow.

She left the writhing courtesans to their laughter and went in search of Rook. He was a skinny young man who had never quite grown out of his acne despite being in his early twenties. In all the time they'd met before, Rook had gawped at her like he hadn't eaten in a decade and she was a chocolate sundae. Still, he was a decent sort and she was prancing about the place in her underwear so that type of thing was to be expected. After picking up her cloak and casting it over her shoulders, she stepped out into the camp and saw him straight away. Upon hearing that Lydia wanted a bath, he nodded vigorously and hurried off to set to the task.