For miles, the sound of travel sang, its voice created through the pounding of hooves, and the charm of metal clashing against coin. The King and his men rode in a pyramid formation, the open views of the Daleikeo plains a welcomed sight. For three days and two nights, they traveled from the harsh and dry climates of Dread to the moist and bright mountains of Lasmonat. It was as he remembered it, vast and never-ending rises of land. Tonisa pressed her horse into a faster pace. She had waited some time for something of this magnitude to come to pass. She could not wait another moment for it to begin less long the turn of events she was sure would come.
Calira followed behind her, his steed of coal eager to regain the lead position. The soft soils of the Lasmonian Glen had come to reach the hooves of the horses. They had arrived, the scents of fresh water traveled through their hair and nostrils, the shade of the trees hiding their position. Everything around them was green and bright with life. These lands were uninhabited, they were blessed, and a fragment of the world that had never seen death.
They came upon a rocky cliffside. Its old stone covered in old moss. To the naked eye, no entrance was visible, but to those who spoke Darcarium, a known language of dragons, there stood an open door. The King raised a fist, and all of them came to a stop. Dismounting he walked forth running his hand over one of the few bare spots of the wall. He turned to face his traveling party his voice that of the high commander he was. "See yourselves to Port Isira. Gather goods for our journey home. The witch and I will pick what we need here." The men looked about themselves, many sharing the same thoughts. Why on earth would their leader wish to be left defenseless with a demon such as a Tyliquin? Against their training, they agreed and set off to shop the port side.
Tonisa watched them go; she was mere moments from feeling his embrace again. Lord Karash turned upon the saddle of his horse, taking a moment to look into her eyes. There was a stare of pure distrust and curiosity within his gaze. She watched as they began to disappear into the thickness of the forest. And just as she was about to curse him under her breath, her secret lover's voice came to tickle her ear. "Are you to sit idle watching the confusion of another man while my arms await you?" His voice ran through her, she felt her blood rush through her veins, her heart was pounding out of her chest. She had become nervous, it had been so long since they last shared time alone, truly alone. "I merely gawk at his foolishness. As you know, Calira, nothing shall ever take my attention from you."
She removed herself from the saddle, her gown of white coming to kiss the ground. She wore the cloak of his name, her eyes and hands painted with the symbols of his sigil. Her hair was pulled up tightly into a full bun atop her head, its base accented with cords of gold. He looked her over and extended his arm towards her, his eyes shimmering with joy. "My mind may fail me, but I do not believe you will remember this place," he said with a calm tone.
"Where have you brought me, my love?" She watched as their horses went off to graze; realizing in her haste to please him, she had forgotten a fresh set of robes. "Oh, I have become forgetful. I must fetch my packs from the horses." He pulled her close to him pressing her body flush upon his own. The cold chill of his steel breastplate made her shiver a moment. She moaned softly as his hands came to rest on the small of her back. His scent was so alluring, his sudden roughness making her swoon.
"You have no need for them, we will acquire all we need once we arrive inside." She nodded and turned to face the stones before them. Calira pulled her under his arm and began to chant, the tongue of the dragon coming to speak,
"Luo estanya vorclav intrigo." The stones of gray began to shift, the sounds of old barriers being broken came to crack within their ears. Little by little the entrance became visible, a dark and hidden passage coming forth. Tonisa looked on, her eyes squinting as she tried to make sense of the events. All that was before them was darkness, never-ending darkness. Calira moved inside, forcing Toni to follow. "Where have you taken me, great dragon?" "Ahh, so your mind indeed fails you. I take you to a place we once called sanctuary, many years ago."
She was unsure of this location. In their younger years, anywhere they were alone was a sanctuary. All she could hear was the sound of steel boots crashing against a rock. But as the pair traveled in deeper the sounds of rushing water filled her senses. There just around a bend lay a hidden cavern. The Den of Prosperity thought long lost met them with sights of wonder. Toni pulled away, her eyes beginning to spasm within her skull.
The sheer beauty caught her off guard, just above her head floated many small formations of soil and rock. Vines of green dangling from the heaps of enchanted soil, crystals of both crimson and sapphire were birthed from their centers. Weeping trees filled the vast open space, each surrounded by four floating gems. Looking down, Tonisa realized she now stood upon sand. She quickly removed her boots and allowed her toes to be engulfed. "Oh Calira, how did you find it? I thought the Elemental Caverns were all destroyed." He came to rest beside her he to removing his boots. "If they had all been destroyed, Evernia would not stand as she does now. And well, as high ruler of the lands of Dread, it is my job to know everything about my territory."
A chuckle escaped her lips, and she hugged him. Through it all, he always found a way to grant her happiness. For some time she thought all beauty had been stripped from the land, but now she knew he held what little was left. The air was crisp and fresh, the walls encrusted with various riches. Healing stones, gems and rocks of wealth all seemed to have made home here. "I do not remember it this way, all I recall is an empty cave one with gleaming walls and seclusion." Removing his armor and gauntlets, the Dragon King came to embrace his soul mate. His breath warm upon the back of her neck. His large and strong hands running over her slender body, making her shiver with every touch.
"That is because when we came here, your heart was heavy with sorrow. And that blinds your eyes to the beauty to be witnessed. It has changed over the years. It seems to grow with each day's passing." She sank into him and closed her eyes. The memories of them as wild adolescents flashed before her. "Remove your clothes, my dear. We must become one with the setting around us," he spoke, his hand moving to gently flow over her bare shoulder.
"And why should I? Did you not get your fill of the wonders of a woman's body when you laid with Abigelle?" Her voice had become toxic with jealousy, her gaze expressing the same. "I did indeed if one enjoys looking upon the figure of a yet forming girl. I will admit though, her body is unmarked and tightly held together." He gave her a smirk knowing his words would ignite her fury. "So you did enjoy it then? Laying with her a second time even though there was no need for it?" "I did indeed. What man would not enjoy being between such tight and warm thighs on a cold night." Her cheeks flushed with anger, and she pulled away roughly. "I hate you. You bring me here a place we held so dear only to ruin it with your admiration for the fucking the Vessel." She turned away her view beginning to swirl as tears filled the rims of her eyes.
"Oh, a place we held dear, you say? Yet you failed to recognize it. Oh now, now don't cry, after all, you did give me strict instruction to do what I must." He placed a palm on her back, only to have it slapped away. "Do not touch me! Why don't you just go and think of her." Toni stormed off leaving a smile on Calira's face. Her tantrums had always been so entertaining. He followed her, removing his blouse along the way. It had been no time until he caught up with her, grabbing both her arms he spun her around laughing.
"Oh come, Tonisa. Do tell me you hate me once more, it makes me want to erupt." She could hear the seduction in his voice, the faint hints of it made her sick. "I do hate you, Calira, to my very soul. At times I question why I love you." "Oh now that is something to worry about, but even so you have yet to allow such." He paused. "Hate to turn you from me." How dare he? How dare he stand before her and make a joke of such things. Without thinking she struck him hard and swift across the cheek. Taking the blow, he smirked and returned to face her. Do not raise your hand to me, Toni. Such anger does not become you."
She moved to strike him again, but this time it failed, her wrist was now held captive by his strength. Their eyes met, both sets smoldering with passion and lust. "I bet my life you would never restrain your precious, Abigelle." "No, I would not, because she would never raise a hand to me." The pair began to struggle, for every pull Tonisa gave Calira pushed and roughly. In a final attempt to free herself, her right foot moved to sweep at his legs. The two fell into the sand, the King laughing still holding her. "Oh come, darling. Why so hesitant? Is it that you wish me to bed you the way I did her? Make you feel safe and warm?" He pulled her onto his chest and kissed her deeply. "Is that what you want?" "No. I wish not share the creature I gave my heart too!"
He had gone too far, and he knew it. Witnessing the pain in her eyes, he gently rolled her to her back and spread her legs. As always she allowed him to slide between them, her face turning from view. "Toni, my sweet Toni, I only jest to see your flames. It is quite arousing. I could wield my cock into a battle of unlimited cunts, and none would match yours. Because I love you and only you, it is why your words I hate you make me smile. Because even through your anger, I know you love me too." She turned to look up at him tears coming to stream down her cheeks. "Do not cry. We are here to enjoy our time together every....single...moment."
All she felt was a thick wave of pleasure enter her body. And with its presence, all her worries fell away. He began to slowly thrust, her body awaking to his claim upon it. "I do not make love to any other but you." He began pulling her gown over her head, the motion quick and smooth. "I do not dream of any other but you." He picked up his pace, leaning down to allow his mouth and lips to engulf her breast. Her nails dug into his back, her spine coming to arch as he moved deeper into her walls. His hand came to forcefully slam her wrists into the sand, his nails slowly beginning to grow in length. With a moan of satisfaction, he found voice again.
"Now sing into my ears your true feelings, my lover, my strength." The flesh around her nipples began to tighten and ripple. Her sex growing wetter with each and every stroke he made. She felt him rolling his hips, his free hand exploring her body. But she spoke nothing, only the faint sounds of a coupling came forth. "Shall I make you scream the words so that your voice carries within the mountains? Will you remain stubborn as you always have?" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, her body lithe underneath him. "No...I shall not."
The Dragon smiled, the woman he knew returning. "Then tell me who you love." He moved faster his weight coming to rest atop her. "I love you," she spoke through pants of breath. "Say it again." "No." She shook her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder. Taking hold of her throat, he began making forceful thrusts. "Say it again!" His voice echoed within the cavern, the tightness of his grip sending waves of pleasure through Tonisa's body. "I love you!" She screamed.
"And who do you belong to?" "You! It has always been you, Calira!" His muscles began to tighten, and beneath her soft touch, Tonisa could feel his scales coming to surface upon his flesh. His eyes came to ignite, suddenly the vision of a man no longer stared down at her, but that of a reptile. The two rolled about in the sand, their sweat coming to capture the grains. The males fingernails had come to thicken and be replaced by minuscule versions of his talons. The onyx complexion of the claws began to grow red with blood as they sank deep into her thighs. The witch managed to roll him onto his back, straddling him with pride. She too had come to hide her identity, her own sword like nails came to dig into the hard muscle of his chest, surpassing the ruby scales that now adorned it.Her hips came to circle and sway back and forward until his grasp reached up to strangle her breath. His roar came to shake the cavern as the tight feeling of her commanded him. She rode him as if it would be her last time, her toned abdomen dancing beneath the bounce of her breasts. In an act of pure dominance, the hidden dragon came to force her onto her hands and knees. One hand moved to fist about her hair while the other came to roughly grasp her chin. His strength caused her back to arch and her eyes to lock with his. Their courting had always been primal, and while Tonisa did not stand a dragon, she took pride in knowing she came to bed one. His release was just seconds away, with one final thrust, the pair greeted climax as one as they had so many times. Calira, short of breath leaned down to kiss her, removing his grasp of dominance from her neck. She lay beneath him rattled with the movements of a powerful orgasm. As she began to calm, he broke their connection and went to rest at her side, his grand arms pulling her into his chest. There they laid, in a puddle of blood, sweat, and sand.
"I will never cease from you, never again let such thoughts plague your mind." "I shall not unless you give me a good reason." She smirked and nuzzled into him, the two falling into the arms of sleep.
Unknowing of what had been witnessed both Tonisa and Calira feel ever deeper into each other's dreams. Far above them within the cloak of shadow rested a being in silver clothing. Eyes of hazel watching ever cautiously over those it had followed. From its hand came a faint glow of white, an orb of luminosity wielded by the powers of a creature unknown. For an extended period did it sit, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to carry out its orders.
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