Saphira's Question
Chapter 2
Eragon searched all throughout the libraries underneath Tronjheim, dodging other knurlan and humans. He searched in the thickest tomes, in the darkest corners, but it was not until just before midnight that he found the spell that he was looking for in a scroll labeled The Erotic Magicks and Their Manifolde Uses.
His heart sank as he beheld the title. He knew that he had lost, and would have to mate Saphira, which would be a challenge in and of itself. He read through the withered text, feeling defeated. Finally, he found the words he would need, and returned to a triumphant Saphira, who was laying in the dragonhold.
So, you found the words?
...Yes, damn you.
Strip.
What?
You heard me.
...What are you playing at?
But she blocked him from her plans for the evening.
Eragon stripped out of his dusty clothes, dumping them on his bed. Saphira was laying on her side at the back of the space, eyeing Eragon seductively. She raised a hind leg, revealing a purplish clit. Eragon inhaled sharply, breathing her scent of arousal. His mind fogged, and he began to grow an erection.
Come get me, she whispered.
Eragon walked over to her clit, which was beginning to dribble fluid. He'd never done this before, especially not with a dragon whose vagina was wider than his head. He stuck one hand into her warm, sticky folds, and she gasped and let out a rolling growl that sounded almost like a moan.
Oh... oh, Eragon...
Eragon moved his hand in and out of her clit, eliciting growls and shudders. As she was about to orgasm, he stopped, panting and drooling. Saphira said huskily,
Come inside me, Eragon.
You're... you're too big.
Size is no factor.
O... okay, Saphira...
Eragon moved his waist towards her purplish snatch. He twitched and sweated, mind cloudy with pleasure. As he entered her, she clamped down hard, making her inside the correct size for Eragon. He moaned and went limp for a split second as her wet, warm walls brushed against his penis.
Oh, Saphira...
Little one...
He began to thrust, eyelids fluttering. His breath came in short bursts, and his face was radiating heat from his blushing. He trembled in tandem with his dragon, their pleasure rebounding and reverberating across their link.
He went faster and faster, droplets of some liquid flying out of Saphira's drenched pussy. She was moaning and whimpering in ecstasy, and as both of them neared their climaxes, her ululations began to grow in volume.
Finally, they came, fluid flying out of Saphira's clenched clit. Both yelled, the undiluted euphoria ricocheting across the link. Eragon dropped to the floor, exhausted and exhilarated, while Saphira simply laid there.
That... that was fun, Saphira said, mind foggy with residual pleasure.
Yes, it was, Eragon replied. His midsection was saturated with his and Saphira's combined juices.
They laid side by side for a while, then Eragon went to bathe, feeling content.
Saphira?
Mm?
Can we do that again soon?
Of course, little one.
It was only until Eragon was in the bathing chambers that he remembered that he had forgotten to cast the spell.
MUAHAHAHA! Sorry, I forgot to put a note in Chapter 1...
So, you get a lemon early on. Yay!
I already have a lot done on this, but I'm holding back on what I'm posting, so I don't flood you guys.
Rate, review, etc...
Chapter 3 coming up shortly!