Do dragons like gay boys?
When Eragon gets caught by the Raz'ac, will the demon Murtagh save him? Or will Murtagh take Eragon in a torturous adventure of blood and pleasure…
Disclaimer: ** I sadly admit I do not own Eragon **
Chapter 1: first encounter…
EPROV
The Raz'ac leaned over me, "you will die," it growls.
The creature reached for his knife, when the melody of arrows flying woke me from my daze.
The Raz'ac were running for cover while Brom lay dead at my chest. I wanted to weep for him.
And then I saw him.
A dark being with raven hair.
A demon with ghost skin.
He looked at me with black pools that bore into my heart, breaking…
Where is saphira?
The demon came at me and…and cut my bounds.
I didn't understand…but I had the most disturbing feeling I would.
The world started to fade, as I fell into darkness…wondering if my demon would be there…
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MPROV
The boy lay helpless and his dragon wouldn't cooperate..
I managed to free the giant beast only to have her bore down on me.
The boy needed attending and his dragon wouldn't let me….
So I decided to make camp. We were well hidden and it was safe to build a fire.
So I made the boy rider some soup.
While the broth simmered I started to stare at the young rider.
He had golden locks like wheat.
His face, tanned from time in the sun, was cut near the temple.
Matting his hair in blood.
His muscular body lay flat near his dragon.
His arms bruised yellow and purple, from old fights and the beatings the Raz'ac gave him.
He had a lean strong body.
He was beautiful.
The dragon caught my gaze and growled.
As if it had known my thoughts.
Probably did.
After all it was a dragon.
The boy rider stirred….
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EPROV
I hurt…a lot.
"uuuugggg…"
I opened my eyes to see the demon's eyes on me.
It made me very self conscious, and I felt naked under his gaze.
He slowly got to his feet, eyes never leaving mine, cautious, so cautious…
Why was he so cautious?
After all I am injured and am hardly a treat..
I heard a rumble that rattled my teeth like an earthquake.
Oh yes.
Saphira.
How could I forget?
"Tell your dragon to stand down; I need to treat your injuries."
God he had a majestic voice. To use to lure pray to the snakes din…
Saphira…let him come…
Hiss…..
Please, my injuries need treatment.
Just because you fantasize about him, doesn't make him harmless!
Saphira!...please….
Fine.
But warn him if he so much as looks at you wrong I will tear him to shreds like a piece of food.
Dully noted…
"you can come."
I hear him snort, but dismissed it.
He approaches me with caution, never making a sound.
I took the time to admire him…
His hair was as black as night, and lengthy.
He was pale, yet was it was darkened by years in the wild sun.
His body was lean and strong.
His eyes the black abyss I remember.
His lips were full, and very scrumptious.
Wow.
Did I just admit he was scrumptious?
Yess..
I don't need your input saphira..
Of course…
his hands were at there sides outstretched like a blind man with out a cane.
They were nice hands.
Graceful.
Yet, capable, and strong.
He knelt beside me, smelling of forest and pine, with a hint of pure masculine sweat.
He really was beautiful.
He produced a wet cloth from his pocket, and began to clean my head.
When he was done he looked satisfied.
"You haven't a concussion."
Well that's a relief.
He moved his hands along my body.
Poking, prodding, and feeling.
He touched my side and I yelped in pain.
His beautiful face scrunched up in thought, and it was very adorable.
He repeated the action, and again I yelp in pain.
Saphira growled
He quickly removed his hands from me.
Taking the heat with him, leaving my body tingling and wanting his touch.
"You have a broken rib, possibly more, a few scrapes, but you should be fine. But you must rest." he states my condition as if discussing the weather.
He looks behind me, as if seeking answers, and must have got one because his hands were on me once again.
He unbuttoned my shirt revealing purple skin beneath.
His fingers dance over the tender flesh.
"Bastards…fucking empire leaches…"he mumbles to himself as he gets up.
He retrieves linen from the saddle bags and returns.
I felt my cheeks flush as he starts to rap the cloth around my torso, brushing my most private of places.
Though he ignored it, I know he saw.
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MPROV
I couldn't get over his beauty.
Although he was only a couple years younger than I, he looked so innocent.
His skin had felt heavenly under my fingers; I had hated putting him in pain.
He had flushed bright red when I "accidentally" touched his member.
He had been quite adorable when he blushed….
I plan to make him do so again.
But for now….the Raz'ac.
We needed to put space between us.
They could be tracking us…we needed to move.
But the boy rider napped peacefully now, and I didn't want to wake him.
Tomorrow though. Tomorrow we would travel.
I 'm not sure how long I sat there starring at the blond beauty before me….
But he must have sensed it for he began to stir…
His eyes fluttered open, giving me a very good view of his chocolate brown eyes.
And before I could look away, his gaze caught mine.
"Who are you demon?"
Demon?
"My name is Murtagh, and I am no demon."
"Then what are you, you can't be human you are far too…."the rider let his voice trail off.
But I was curious as to what the end of his statement was.
"I'm to what?" I purr.
He averted his eyes and didn't answer.
The dragon growled…but not at me…weird.
"What is your name boy? And your beast?"
"Eragon. And this is saphira."
The boy answered angrily.
"Well I'm honored."
Sarcasm is one of my best qualities.
The dragon looked at me, as if seeing me for the first time, and I swear she…she smiled…
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EPROV
Murtagh's voice was like honey dripping off warm bread.
Delicious.
After introductions were over, we ate.
With a full belly I drifted back into a deep slumber…
His eyes, dark pools above me, his naked body covering mine in a hungry and possessive way.
"Murtagh…"
His lips twitched into a smirk as he lowered his mouth to mine.
The kiss was gentle and soft. The heat of him suffocating me.
Yet I clung to him as if he was my air supply.
My legs rapped around his, bringing him closer, needing more of him.
I traced my tongue on his lower lip, seeking entrance to his mouth.
He permitted me.
Our tongues meeting in a fiery tango.
His lips left mine and a whimper escaped my kiss swollen lips.
But his lips soon secured themselves on my neck. Sucking, biting, and licking.
His hands explored my body hitching my leg on his hip.
I groan, from the pure and raw pleasure this demon is inflicting on me.
Yet, it still wasn't enough.
I needed more of him.
Needed him to fill me.
"eragon…tell me what you want…"
"You…"
I felt him smirk against my neck as he trailed kisses down my collar bone and shoulder. His lips found my right nipple, and sucked and nipped tenderly.
"uuuggg" more. I needed more.
He felt me tense in need.
His tongue trailed to my left nipple as he duplicated his assault.
When he was satisfied that my nipples were as hard as they could get, he made his was to my hard member.
I felt his breath against me.
I shivered in pure ecstasy.
His tongue played with my head and…
"Eragon."
"Eragon…wake up!"
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