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I pulled agasinst the chains that tied me to the sacrificial altar. I don't know if in that moment I wanted to escape, or get closer to the beast that flew above us. I looked up at it is at banked, and flew again across the moon.
At first it was just a pair of wings eclipsing the moon. It flapped its wings, and dove straight for us. As it fell, Jayne called out in that strange language and the torches burst into bright white light. Still it fell toward us faster, and faster.
I tested my chains again, frightened of the collision as it got closer to us. Suddenly it opened its wings with a snap that immediately slowed its progress. "Dragon..." I whispered. It was lovely, huge wings which blocked out all light except from our torches. Copper scales glistened in the white torchlight. Its body hung between the wings, as if suspended in space above us. It's head long and square, it's tail twitching sinuously behind it.
It settled down on hits hind legs onto the tower in front of me, about ten feet from my spread out legs. It passed it's head -- which was easily half the size of my body -- over me. It's maw was filled with teeth, and I saw it's forked tongue as it spoke to my sister. "This is the sacrifice, then?" It's voice rumbled from deep within it's body. I could feel its power above me, even as i pulled on the chains for what comfort they could give me for all that they confined me there.
"Yes, Ohlim," my sister responded. "This is my sister Kadja. She wants your help."
Ohlim turned to me then, the tips of it's tongue moving over my body. "You want my help, little thing?" The tongue tickled and teased me like a lover.
I took a deep breath and looked it in it's slit coppery eyes. I was here for a reason. "I want my power," I said. "I cannot feel it."
I bit my lip as Ohlim fixed his gaze on me, looking into my soul. "I can help with that, little Medrhi. There is a cost, I will want a favor." Its tongue slid over my thighs, and up my side, under the chainmail covering my breasts. The forks of hit tongue played with one nipple.
This, then, was how I would be beholden. It had to be worth it. Anything would be. I was too aroused to say anything aloud; I could only nod. That was enough for him, it seemed, and for my sister.
She stepped up behind me, and touched my head to calm me. I took some strength from that. "Dragons are asexual creatures," she said. "They live forever, unlike us. But they are more than that, right Ohlim?"
I don't know that I agreed with her. What he was doing with his tongue wasn't asexual. But I knew what she meant. It didn't have the organs or the chakra -- while I was both frightened and aroused by what it was doing, for Ohlim it was just an intellectual exercise.
"There is much more to us than it seems," Ohlim said. It began to transform above me, shrinking, solidifying, becoming humanoid, becoming decidedly male. In shape, he was the mirror image of Antonio, but he still gleamed with coppery scales. "I can transform to look like any human, and it gives the equipment and the chakra I need to help awaken your power," he said. "I can look even more human if you like..." he became the spitting image of Antonio for just a moment. "But then the magic will not work so well."
"I think I prefer the scales," I said.
Jayne touched either side of my head and spoke again in that indecipherable speech. She knelt behind me, and kissed the top of my head. I felt her do something -- I'm not sure what, but it was like a spark of electricity going from her lips to my head. Then she stepped back.
Ohlim stepped forward then, and he stood between my legs at the base of the altar. I could feel him where he touched my legs.He leaned over me, to kiss me and I ran my face over his, feeling his skin. It was suprisingly smooth, despite the scales, supple and easy under my hands. I had thought his skin would be hard and unyielding, but it was anything but. I pulled against my chains, wanting to touch him, to feel him, and to pull him to me.
His eyes were still draconic, coppery slits, and his lips met mine. I opened my mouth to him, and our tongues touched, the forked tips of his tongue playing with my normal tongue. I moaned into it. I was so ready for him.
His nails were pointed, like claws, and he gently dragged them over my body while we kissed. I shivered beneath him, my need rising even higher. His hands found my breasts, pushing the chainmail up and out of his way. I moaned into our kiss as he fondled and squeezed my breasts.
Pain is part of being Medrhi, but the feel of his hands digging into my breasts was exquisite pain. I cried out into our kiss, and he broke it, grinning down at me. He moved down my body, bringing those lips and that tongue to my nipples. First one, then the other.
I closed my knees around him, but could only just barely touch his body. I wanted him, and wanted him now. "Oh, Ohlim," I urged him. "Fuck me, fuck me now." But he wasn't to be pressured. He fondled and teased my breasts, squeezing them with his hands and licking my nipples with his tongue, almost bringing me to orgasm just from that.
"Please fuck me, Ohlim. By the gods, fuck me!" He chuckled as I swore, but moved to oblige me. He pushed my chain loincloth away, and I felt his fingers on my legs. His nails slid up my thighs, and I shivered in anticipation.
Finally he was touching my pussy. "Wet," he rumbled, his voice too large for his human-sized body. "Gooood." His fingers lightly touched my clit, and I shuddered with a small orgasm. It didn't take much, considering. "Now you are ready for me."
I could feel his cock, at the lips of my pussy. His cock was hard and unyielding, unlike the skin of his face. That was good. I spread my legs as wide as I could and he thrust fully into me. I cried out in release as he slid into me with another small orgasm.
He leaned over me then, on hand on the altar, and the other on my left breast. He began sliding in and out of me then. He slid all the way out, then all the way back in, the wholeness of his cock filling me completely. "Feel that," he rumbled. "We touch at the root, in a sexual way. We move together. Feel the power rising, open yourself to it."
He fucked me harder then, not pulling out all the way, but still those long sure strokes. Still that full press into me. I tried to breath, but his hand on my breast made it hard. He squeezed as he thrust into me, and I thrust back against him. I listened for my power, I searched for it where we joined. I wasn't sure if it was power or building orgasm that I felt, but there was something there.
I pulled at the chains on my arms, trying to get more of him in me, even though there wasn't any more to have. He pressed against me then pulled back and thrust again. And again. And again. Something was building, something deep red and orange and yellow and all the colors of the rainbow. Again and again and he picked up the pace.
Faster and faster he fucked me and I lay there and let him, meeting his thrusts. The thought I was fucking a dragon flitted across my mind. The thought of his skin against me, the thought of his hands holding him. Hands which seemed more like claws at that moment, one scraping against the stone of the altar, the other with a vice grip around my breast.
His tongue snaked out of him, and touched my nipples. We were atop the Aerie, light all around us. Magic filled the air. Light filled our bodies. He fucked me harder. I wondered how many could see, and met his thrusts.
It would be soon now. Very soon.
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