AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is rated R. The first part is quite explicit. Please DO NOT proceed if you are under 17 or easily offend!
Morib stood in the boulder's shadows, daring not to venture into the open meadow lest be seen by Edgard, the Blue Knight. Edgard and his minions were known to patrol the area, hoping to catch sight of Morib and Samira, perhaps slaying the dragons in the process.
Not to worry, thought Morib as he gazed up at the overcast sky, catching a glimpse of the familiar dark shape winging its way downward. As always, when Samira returned from a mission, Morib felt that certain tingly yearning within his loins, for Samira had that effect upon him. He could not wait another moment for her to land; he had an inkling to fly up after her, to couple with her fervently. He wanted her that badly.
Morib could not decide if it was her dark provocative beauty, her sinuous serpentine movements, or her breathy moaning voice that set his desire ablaze. A shamelessly wicked, lascivious smile spread across his face as his mate finally alighted before him. She said nothing as she sensually and deliberately wriggled her long, slender black-scaled body. Her forked tongue flickered in and out, as if suggesting the night of passion ahead. Samira's great violet eyes flashed amorously, the voice nearly moaning almost orgasmically as she she finally spoke.
"It is done, Morib. Now, let us make love."
******
Deep in the forest, beyond the meadow, and hidden by thick shrubbery and overgrowth, lay the dragons' lair A secret cave no less, and accessed only by those who knew the magic password. Of course, only Samira and Morib knew the word, aside from Medra, Samira's trusted friend and only human truly on the dragons' side.
"Firefer!," whispered Samira breathlessly. At once, the dense verdent curtain parted to allow entry.
It was like most dragon abodes: dark, forbidding, and filled with riches unimaginable. Tall heaps of gold, silver, and costly gems reflected the lair's torchlights, giving a subtle glow.
"Our love nest," was what Samira called it, and she relished this time with her mate. In fact, making love was one of Samira's favorite pastimes. She possessed a drive so voracious that Morib wondered if she would ever burn out no pun intended.
In the soft golden glow of the cave, Morib stood back and watched his beloved sprawl seductively upon a pile of silver coins. Somehow Samira's jet black beauty in contrast to the argent sparkle only made her even more desirable. Morib felt it that growing lust deep in his loins, causing the blood to engorge his masculine secrets. She was extremely attractive and erotically alluring with her long slender body, delicate wings, and glossy black scales.
He approached her deliciously writhing form, delighting in her slinkiness, her sensuality. O, he thought with lascivious hunger, how she shines in the right places, how she moves with amorous abandon. Samira's sexuality was always in overdrive, that carnal hunger never abated even if Morib coupled with her several times a day.
At any given moment, day and night, she would jump him without warning, pinning him to the cave floor, demanding to be ravished on the spot. Even in flight she would take him; a mid-air rendevous always gave her tremendous pleasure.
Now, safely within their lair, Morib and Samira coiled their bodies together in a lovers' knot. He gently nibbled her neck as he entered her.
"Ah, Morib," she moaned over and over as her body rocked with his.
How much she loved him despite her penchant for "wandering". It was her nature, and Morib never held it against her her constant need for male attention and sexual gratification.
"Oh, Morib!," she screamed as he slammed into her again and again, stroking the swollen walls of her feminine depths.
This is what she craved, and now, thanks to a successfully accomplished mission, this is the way it will be forever. At one time, Samira feared for her and Morib's safety; the oracle revealed so much about their future. That was what Medra, the woman who befriended the dragons, told Samira many months ago, that Edgard, the Blue Knight had vowed to slay the draconic couple.
"But now we are safe," Samira muttered all the while enjoying Morib's lovemaking. With this union, Samira hoped to produce offspring, children who will grow up to challenge Edgard and his minions. No more will Samira and her kind live in fear; she took care of that last night, and it wasn't as difficult as she had earlier thought.
Still rocking and convulsing from Morib's relentless thrusting, Samira devised even more ways to defeat Edgard. Yes, her mission did accomplish its goal, but there was one more thing to do: Return to the scene and finish "loose ends."
Thinking of the many days and nights of passion ahead, endless lovemaking without worries, Samira felt herself on the verge of orgasm. She bellowed loudly at every sensation coursing through her body. In deep, intense climax she roared her satisfaction.
A massive ball of flame and smoke erupted from her mouth, scorching already charred cave walls. Those walls stood as testament to countless previous passionate couplings, and to her very fiery responses.
Morib roared and growled in ecstasy as his seed erupted deep within Samira. He belched fire as his still-swollen penis danced and throbbed.
At last Morib withdrew from her and sprawled his long midnight-blue body over hers. She in turn kept twitching and squirming in the throes of multiple orgasms while emitting purrs of enjoyment. Still wriggling almost enticingly, Samira, in a sexy deep growling voice, moaned, "Do it again."
A not-quite-spent Morib calmly said, "Let me catch my breath."
It was better the second time, and the third, then the fourth...
******
The fire engines arrived too late; the house was already engulfed in flames. The small gathering of neighbors and onlookers flagged the engines down, all the while screaming, "There's someone in there!"
Firefighters, not waiting for the truck to come to a full stop, leaped into action, each man and woman fully suited and laden with more than seventy-five pounds of equipment. At once they affixed massive hoses onto nearby hydrants; cooling torrents of water sprang forth as the fighters approached the burning mansion.
"Did everyone get out safely?" The chief waved his arms, shouting orders, and urging onlookers to stay back. In his mind he knew there was a slim chance someone didn't make it out. Now, with the conflagration consuming every inch of the structure, the chief knew it was a hopeless situation; it would be a miracle if anyone survived unscathed.
"Mr. Morrow is still in there. I know he is!," yelled Alice Darden, the next-door neighbor. "Because I saw him just this very evening. I think the woman is still with him, too."
"Woman?" An eager TV reporter sent to the scene. This was his first major story, and he wanted to get every detail. Sure, house fires happen all the time, but this one was different. The victim, if he is indeed still inside, is a prominent citizen, CEO and president of his own software company. What a scoop, albeit tragic, for this cub reporter. A young handsome blond-haired Wally Egmont, mike in hand, motioned to his cameraman. "Get this on tape."
Alice Darden grimaced as the mike thrust into her face. She tried to answer Wally's questions as best she could: Mr. Morrow was a great friend and neighbor, widowed nearly a year and recently became involved with a mysterious young woman.
Like clockwork, Peter, Alice's husband of twenty-five years, spoke into the mike. "She left early, before I saw the fire. I was in the kitchen when I saw her leave. Then I noticed the fire and dialed 911."
A case of arson? Wally Egmont, in the back of his mind, wondered if the mystery woman set the fire; after all, she was no where to be found. Then again, she might have left not knowing the house would soon be in flames.
Wally faced the camera, his face the very picture of concern. He tried to transmit the facts as best he could, not yet knowing the outcome. Via live remote, Wally said to WCTV anchor Jill Hawkins, "As far as we know, Lawrence Morrow, prominent entrepreneur and philanthropist, is still inside. As you can see, firefighters are still trying to get this fire under control. They cannot enter the house safely...."
"And who," asked Wally, "is this woman? Do you believe she's inside with Mr. Morrow?"
Alice could only offer, "I don't know..."
"Did anyone try to get inside, to see if Mr. Morrow was still inside?"
"Well, my boys tried to go inside but the flames and smoke were just too much. It all went up so fast."
"Wally," said Jill via the monitor, "was anyone else in the house? And did any of the witnesses try to gain access inside?"
"All I can tell you, Jill, is that the neighbors' sons tried to get inside, possibly rescue Mr. Morrow, but were driven back by the flames. A woman, who is as yet unidentified, was seen leaving the Morrow residence just moments before the fire broke out."
"Is the chief suspecting arson?"
"Jill, at this time, officials are saying nothing regarding whether the fire was deliberately set. As far as they are concerned, for the time being, the cause is accidental."
Just then, Wally felt a tap to his shoulder. It was Alice Darden, frantically yelling, "They're going inside!"
"Jill, I'm sure you heard that back in the studio. I just got word that firefighters have entered the house, trying to locate Mr. Morrow. As you can see, there is not much left of the house, and officials are not hopeful of any survivors."
"A terrible tragedy, Wally. Keep us posted."
"We will remain on the scene until we get word as to Mr. Morrow's condition. This is Wally Egmont, WCTV Eyewitness News."
******
Situated near the lake, on the edge of Foxdale's Wood, just south of the dragon's lair, was a non-descript thatched cottage. Just a modest dwelling that could belong to any peasant couple or even an eccentric hermit. The latter was a more apt description of its present tenant.
The cottage's interior stood in stark contrast to its homely outward appearance. This was not a farmer's or hunter's home, but the dwelling of a most unusual, very beautiful young woman. The small house just one room with a modest hearth and ladder leading to the loft was crammed with all things magical and mysterious.
Spellbooks, pots and jars of assorted herbs and oils, and animal and plant specimens crowded the shelves and littered the tables. A huge black iron pot bubbled over the roaring fire. A hand-carved statue of Artemis stood prominently on the altar along with dozens of lit candles of many colors.
Medra, her long dark curly hair cascading down her back, her dark brown eyes gleaming as she hovered over a copper bowl filled with steaming fragrant water, smiled to herself. This is indeed good news! It is done!
"Samira has sealed Edgard's fate. Now, all that needs to be done is to take care of his minions."
Into the waters she sprinkled sweet herbs and oils which swirled lovely colors and patterns; puffs of smoke rose from the surface, curling into odd shapes.
"Yes, Edgard will receive the most horrible news come the day of the great tournament."
Medra, deep in her psychic trance, soon became aware of the familiar whirring sound overhead. In a flash, she bolted from the table, whispering, "Samira!"
Throwing on a black woolen cloak over her simple dress, Medra, ventured outside and scanned the skies. Yes, she is here...
Samira, the dragon, landed before Medra, flashing very white, extremely razor-sharp teeth in what Medra could only interpret as a self-satisfied smile.
Medra returned the smile and ran to her draconic friend. She caressed Samira's glossy black body with almost curious ardor. Laughing in her silvery sweet voice, Medra said, "My sister, surely you did not leave dear Morib in a spent, trembling heap?"
To this, Samira chuckled with good humor. "Surely, you, darling Medra, would know me by now. Morib is presently sleeping; I've made sure of it. Poor soul. I really should not tire him so, but he simply cannot refuse my charms."
Medra laughed again, planted a sweet kiss to Samira's fearsome snout, saying, "I saw it, my dear, the outcome of your mission. May I say you work in ways that make me envious of your Hmm way with the male sex."
"All males are weak like that, Medra, as you can attest to that yourself. Edgard's brother was weak, as well as this man, this Lawrence."
"So I could see in the waters, Samira. He went very fast, I take it."
"Yes, and no one there will suspect a thing."
Although Medra, in the mode of Artemis, had sworn to remain a maiden not wanting or caring for male companionship she knew perfectly well men's weakness, their Achilles' heel so to speak. It broke her heart when her own sister, long ago, fell victim to one of Edgard's minion's unbridled lust. Medra had to do something to bring the guilty to justice, and she finally found ways to do just that.
Upon learning, through an oracle, that the dragons' lives were indeed in mortal danger they would be slain by Edgard's hand Medra went to great lengths to help Samira and Morib.
Now, armed with secrets that would ultimately destroy the Blue Knight and his family, secrets also known to her draconic friends, Medra was satisfied that justice would at last be served. The secrets regarding Edgard were profound clues as to why Medra befriended the draconic couple.
The thought of a totally broken Edgard brought a shamelessly lascivious smile to Medra's face. Her eyes sparkled with an almost erotic hunger. Finally, after all these years, vengeance shall be mine, she thought, and my friends shall live in peace, without fear. Right now, Medra wanted nothing more than to be with her special friend. She continued to caress Samira's snout and stared into the dragon's violet eyes.
"Medra, I know that look." Samira teasingly and very gently caressed the young woman's face with her long forked tongue. "Come, my dear, to our special place..."
A quite agitated Medra did not want to refuse such an offer. She climbed onto Samira's back, holding onto the dragon's crest. In an instant, both dragon and woman were airborne, traveling towards a secret enclave within Foxdale's Wood. Medra, in the throes of desire, fervently stroked and planted numerous kisses to the dragon's black-scaled neck.
She moaned most amorously, "As soon as we get there, Samira, take me. Take me!"
TO BE CONTINUED...Go to Chapter 2
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