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Per request! Magical Yao! x Fem America! Some smut.
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Her name was Amalia. A very old Germanic name, derived from the word 'amal' meaning 'to work'. Her mother had found it fitting when she had been born on a hot day. Some 1200 years ago, the third child of a poor serf. Her father eked out his service to their lord by making fishing nets for the local fishermen. One fateful day, as her younger brother had fallen into the river, while her mother mended the most recent wash, another aspect of Amalia was discovered.
Magic.
The thing of Arthurian legends and all grand fables of old.
For Amalia, it had been a very real and rather everyday thing, after she had mysteriously lifted her younger sibling from the murky depths. Her mother, as pale as the moon and in utter shock, had gripped her harshly by the shoulders. She had accused her of witchcraft, which had been utterly true at the time. She'd bid Amalia to hie off and nay return. She promised to tell the family that Amalia had drown in her brother's stead.
Things had been much different back then. At the tender age of 12, she had done her mother's bidding, knowing that she would never be permited to return home. Though it had saved her brother's life.
In a stroke of fate, luck, or the possibility that her magic had alerted someone far more powerful than herself...
She'd been found in the woods, having recently killed a stray rabbit that had been unable to escape the rock she'd smashed it with from a distance. Warm and gooey blood still coated her fingers when the wizard first arrived. He was all dark eyes, scented robes, rich silks, and mystery. He was something out of the wisps of dreams. His skin of a different color than her own.
It looked as if God had painted him a wondrous hue.
Instinctively, Amalia had dropped her catch, and backed up several steps. Something about him screamed power and it terrified her.
It was the first time she ever met 'Ancient Yao'. She had been in awe of him. The articulate speech he possessed, and the manners. To her, he had been something far beyond what she could ever imagine.
It felt like a fated meeting.
However, it was not the last...
She was taken under the tutelage of a renowned noble wizard house. There, she had studied and practiced until her fingers bled and her vision dotted with dark specs. She pushed herself to the brink to please her Master, and her reward was that her power grew to astounding heights. For a human, granted. There were other things she learned that were far more powerful.
It was in her seventeenth year, that she met Arthur Kirkland. A wizard of high reputation and had been distinguished even amongst their magical peers. One look into his green eyes, and one smirk from that sinful mouth and Amalia had her heart stolen away. Like a thief in the night. Yet, in those days, over a millennium ago, mages had fought in bloody conquest for magical power. They were bound in their servitude to King and country. As well as their magical allegiance.
Because of that, their love was shadowed with worry of each battle, and the next threat that might come creeping over the hills. It had made them a perfectly honed pair. Fully capable of taking down even a dragon, if they so wished it. With some hardship, but entirely possible. However, their time together had been pitifully short, by comparison to the rest of their lives.
Which had then, in turn, caused Amalia's current state.
Cursed. She was bound to her own skull for all eternity. Sentenced to a life of exile and forbidden to interact with the outside world. Even at the end of time, she would still be bound to bit of bone that was magically warded from ever rotting or breaking. In short, she lived in utter hell. Or limbo... depending upon one's definition. She was under the ownership of Ancient Yao. The same one that had helped carve the curse into her very marrow. The black runes against the stark white of bleached bone were a jarring reminder of just what she was now.
It was some twisted form of punishment. She would be in Yao's possession for as long as he lived. To ensure that she could never cross the line of the law ever again. It was doubly cruel because of what Yao was.
A dragon capable of taking human form. Which meant he was nearly immortal.
However, unlike Amalia he was permitted to transcend to other planes of existence.
Due to her past, because she had so highly valued education and the written word -something serfs were forbidden- her curse included acting as a walking magical encyclopedia. Or a magical google, depending on what the mages they brought her to train 'dubbed' it.
Most new mages called her 'Amy' or some such nonsense. Her newest pupil called her 'Amelia'. Which was a marked improvement. If she was asked to comment upon it.
"Wy," Amelia reprimanded as she noticed the girl was attempting to use her magic to curse a young man from Siberia.
The brown haired girl grinned up at the bound spirit with a sheepish expression.
"Sorry Amelia," she said, not looking contrite in the slightest.
The ghost hummed, clearly unamused. However, she found an odd sense of kinship with the loud-mouthed rebel of her group. In the girl she saw vast potential. Especially in the elemental arts.
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Ancient Yao possessed a streak of cruelty.
In the beginning, it had been actual torture. He had caused her physical pain by sending magic into her wards. Amelia felt as if she was being ripped apart by the very soul. It was an awful thing, and had she been alive, the magical council might have intervened on her behalf, though the ghost doubted it. Every time he went near her skull for a good three hundred years, the sprit braced herself for the pain.
Yet, he seemed to grow bored of that afterwards, and it was shortly thereafter, that she was permitted to tutor the young mages. But, there was still a great deal of disharmony between them.
His golden brown eyes never missed an opportunity to spear her with disgusted looks or out right glares. Dragons were notorious for holding grudges. And, Amelia had pissed in her proverbial Wheaties since the day of her sentencing and subsequent death. He had not been particularly pleased to be shackled with her, and she wasn't terribly keen on the idea either.
However, it did certainly beat being sold of to a medical college or traded at a flea market, as he so often threatened. After all, she was not permitted to even leave the skull without her master's permission. Such was her burden.
The constant reminder of her status as well as his gloating over being able to interact with the world was painful at times. Down right mean at others. He also enjoyed giving her glimpses of the world she could not see, but never much nor for long. It was akin to teasing a starving dog with a morsel of food.
When he forced her from her skull on the nights where she or some other unfortunate soul agitated him, the dragon would command her to recite stories for him. Dramas, bold adventures, and comedies were his favorites. However, about two hundred years ago, he had taken an interest in romances. His reptilian eyes would stare her down with each word she spoke.
As time continued on, and things changed in the outside world, Ancient Yao brought new things into his 'collection', but Amelia was well aware that it was his dragon nature to horde things that he considered precious. She often heard strange sounds coming from somewhere out of the study. It sounded of people, animals, and many strange things she had never heard before.
Ancient Yao would tell her nothing of these. And, she had only been able to read the magical tomes since she had come here. By now, she knew each one by heart. How she longed for something new! And, the dragon knew that as well. He was known to leave a new book just out of he radius, so that she could not read it. He also told part of her tale as a cautionary warning to the mages each year.
He seemed to thrive on punishing her. Which aligned with his nature. Amalia had broken the rules. She had to be punished. For dragons, it was all rather concrete and needed no further evaluation. Only humans tried to color the world in shades of gray.
They were tied together for better or worse for nearly all of time. She was, for lack of a better term, his constant companion. It had taken a few hundred years for her to notice that Ancient Yao was well aware of the fact that he outlived the human mortals he protected on the magical council. He had even made it his mission to eradicate necromancers for what he considered a great evil against the natural order.
In a way, he was correct.
But they had been in this together since her damnation. Her curse. Yet, with the mages, her pupils, Ancient Yao listened to her recommendations. Amelia was the best possible tutor there was. Schooled in the old and newer ways, and she held the added benefit of gaining nothing from either a mage's advancement or dismissal. Which is why Wy was given the chance to train with a higher wizard of elemental magics.
Amelia beamed with pride as she told the girl, who stammered her thanks.
Ancient Yao watched her the entire time. Amelia only ever smiled with the children.
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Over a decade passed, before she met Wy again. The spunky girl she had tutored was long gone. A haggard woman had taken her place. A desperate creature that had dared to sneak into the study of Ancient Yao, and steal Amelia's skull.
The spirit could only watch as her skull was dropped into a sack cloth, and Amelia was forced to go along with it. She was not permitted to venture far from it. Where it went, she too was forced to go. Well, technically, she could have called out to her Master...
But this was the most excitement she'd had in centuries.
Passively, she watched as Wy took her farther away from the only place she had known for over nine hundred years. The change of scenery was admittedly nice.
"Wy?" She questioned quietly, choosing to project herself running by the woman's side. "What are you doing?"
"I need your help," her former pupil said with desperation as she huffed a breath, cradling the skull to her chest tightly. As if it were a precious keepsake.
The spirit eyed her speculatively. Blue orbs widened slightly. She must certainly be in a predicament if she would risk Ancient Yao's wrath.
"How may I help you?"
"Your memories. Your knowledge," Wy continued frantically. "I need them."
Well, that was certainly puzzling. No more so, than when they reached a darkened area of a city that Amelia had only seen a part of from the window in the study. The outside world had changed so much!
It was...
Overwhelming.
The spirit chose to focus on Wy instead, as they veered off into a space between two large constructs. Amelia spotted the transportation spell that had been written into the wall. To the passerby, it would look like nothing. Only a sorcerer or sorceress could activate it. The wall turned green as they approached, Wy spouted out the correct words -internally Amelia beamed with pride over how easily the woman seem to use the magic- and they were able to run through the wall.
They landed somewhere where the sun was shining and it was hot.
Where was this place?
But it was the circle in the middle of this barren wasteland with dry winds that caused Amelia to stop from questioning what Wy was up to.
She knew in an instant.
Wy was busy pulling Amelia's skull from the sack.
"Sorry 'bout that," the woman muttered, smoothing her hand upon the top of the skull. It is the first time someone has touched her skull outside of Yao.
The ghost stares at her, horrified beyond words.
"Who?!" she demands, pointing at the circle, with its ornate symbols written to near perfection. Wy has gotten ahold of something dark and far beyond her skill level.
There is no confusion in Wy's eyes, nor does she even pretend to deny a single thing as she slowly pulls her wand out from her jacket. She stands out in her dark clothing against the beige sands. Amelia can only watch as Wy's jaw clenches as her lower lip trembles.
"My husband." She replies in clipped tones. "He is going to die soon."
The Spirit stares at her, accusation on her face.
"I can't live without him!" Wy argues, despite the lack of response.
"You can and you will." Amelia says, not showing an ounce of sympathy. "You don't know what you are getting into."
"Tell me then," Wy says, attempting to coax the information from Amelia. "There is only references to you in the Grimoires."
The Spirit blinks uncomfortably, her expression carries shame. The Grimoires... she had forgotten about them. How many pupils had written them? Amelia herself had written many while she had been alive. The hardest thing anyone ever won was an education. She had wanted to help educate others.
Foolish. What a foolish notion. She had never considered that the purposes of them would be twisted. Yet, she should have thought of such a thing. It was so easy to turn upon your moral code when the fates conspired against you.
She remembered what such a life was like. Littered with choices that had been made with the best of intentions.
"I cannot tell you." The Spirit said stoically. Pity shone in her erethral gaze.
"You can! You will!" Wy tried to threaten. "I will cause you great suffering-"
"I know a great deal of suffering Wy, and while you can torture me in this form, you cannot destroy me. You lack the power to do so."
She winces back, indecision played in her eyes as the shell of the girl Amelia knew started back at her with hollow but desperate eyes. Amelia could not spare her. For Wy's sake. She had to crush the hope the woman clung to.
"If he dies," Amelia urged frantically, "you must leave him."
Wy, much older than when she had been Amelia's pupil sobbed as she held her wand tightly.
"I-I can't!"
"You must!" Amelia roared back, her hands passed through the woman. Unable to grip her shoulders and shake some sense into her.
"You don't understand-" The woman started, shouting and shaking her head in denial.
"I understand all too well," the spirit replied, her voice wavering and cracking at the end.
It caused the pair to pause, as the tear-streaked sorceress looked up in surprise.
"Did you not ever question as to why I am trapped in my own skull for all eternity?" Amelia questioned lowly. Had she been alive, her tears would have been obvious. However, she has been dead longer than most civilizations have existed. There is no shine in her eyes, but the sorrow is as plain as day on her face.
They both knew Wy had. Without fail, inevitably, one pupil would ask Amelia her past out of every batch. Wy had not been the one to brave the question that year. But the clear want to know burned in her eyes. And, Amelia was powerless to do any more than explain.
"I fell in love once," The bound ghost started, staring at Wy with all the desperation her knowledge possessed. "He was a very gifted Sorcerer. So bright and brave."
Amelia feels a lump in her throat that isn't real, as she has no throat anymore, but she swallows and looks up at the ceiling.
"For a time, we were very happy. But then... he died."
Silence. There was only silence as she relieved the moment for what felt like the millionth time in her existence.
"And, I... crossed the line. More than once," she whispered looking grim and mournful all at once. "And, I brought him back from his rightful place in paradise."
Wy gasped, knowing that she was prepared to do the same thing just before Amelia's confession.
"In the end, it was my love that doomed me.
"When the council found out, they killed my Arthur, in front of my very eyes," the spirit continued, "then I was sealed in my own head until the end of time. Never allowed to touch anything again."
Wy shakes like a leaf. Amelia draws closer, even though she cannot touch the woman.
"That is the fate that awaits you. That! Is that what you want? Do you wish for a fate akin to mine?"
The question was a demand. Harsh and unforgiving.
The woman presses a fist to her mouth, stifling a terrified sob as her want clatters to the ground. Her eyes are red rimmed and swollen from her tears.
"You can meet him again in Paradise," Amelia says by way of comfort. "You will miss him, but he will be in a place so wondrous that words cannot describe it. Do you truly wish to pull him from that? From the light and fulfillment?"
The woman shakes her head frantically, dripping to her knees, as she lets loose a gut-wrenching wail of pain and fear. Amelia feels for her, though she cannot hold Wy, she drops to her knees as well and makes the gesture for it. Her arms pass through Wy, and the woman feels nothing of it. Moments tick by and they stay together in that manner, with the Spirit attempting to bring some peace to the sorceress before her.
The heady scent of perfume wafts in the air, as Amelia stiffens.
Ancient Yao must have noticed her skull was missing. And, that did not bode well for Wy. Dragons were possessive creatures, even of objects they did not like. No matter how the ancient felt about her, Amelia was still 'his'. Her head turned, noting the glowing honey-brown eyes in the darkness. His skin appeared slightly scalier. He had been prepared to fight Wy, if she had not backed down.
"She did not-"
He held up a hand to stop Amelia's protests. At her master's command, she was forced to fall silent. Wy shrunk in on herself. Looking lost and terrified, rightly so.
Its is gaze that causes the spirit to attempt to block his view of Wy.
"She held intent to resurrect the dead." His glare lands on Amelia as she opens her mouth, though no sound comes forth. He had ordered her to be quiet, and so she must. "That is still a crime against the natural order of the world, and a crime against the magic council."
His words are like growls and Amelia lowers her blue gaze, trying not to feel dread over what Wy's sentence will be.
"Make no Mistake. Wy will be punished."
That imaginary lump forms in Amelia's throat again, as she if forced to watch Ancient Yao lead Wy away under magical confinement.
Because that is her cure.
To watch forever and be able to do nothing.
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He comes to collect her skull, but Amelia is too depressed to leave her skull. She shuts herself away.
Sleep.
Or whatever equivalent she can manage. She wants it now. She doesn't want someone to endure her fate. It is far too cruel. The only solace is that Wy did not actually perform any ceremonies prior to Ancient Yao finding them. Perhaps the council would show some mercy to a sorceress that had never crossed the line before. One that had been of use to them not so long ago.
She stays in the hallowed darkness of her own bones, when she feels the light trace of the Ancient's fingers across her skull. The tinge of magic used is meant to summon her. For the first time in over a thousand years, she refuses. Her skull remains impassive. The full set of teeth gave an eerie grin as blank eyesockets stared straight a head.
She is bound to orders, but he has voiced no verbal command.
"Amalia." Ancient Yao says in his cultured tone. The one that he uses when he is the least annoyed with her, or when he is curious and wishes to use her knowledge to research a subject.
She hears him, but does not respond.
"I find that I am curious," the dragon continues as if she had engaged him in conversation. "How is it that you know what paradise was like?"
The spirit turns more attention to her Master, not bothering to make any sign that she is listening.
"After all, your soul was never permitted to cross over after you death. I saw the leader of the House of Cyleaon hold your soul to this plane of existence. Therefore, you should have no concept of the 'light and fulfillment'."
She projects her voice and nothing more.
"I read about it in tomes."
"Which ones?"
"I do not remember."
It is a all she could think to say. She hears the subtle shifting of his silk robes. He draws closer to her skull, and she can sense that he is peering down at it.
"It was a millennia ago."
His finger traces one of her runes again, and the spirit shivers inside herself. The first time she has felt a sensation in so very long. It was as if he was tracing a single finger against her cheek. She can actually feel the heat of his touch. Amelia shrinks back further into her skull, suddenly afraid of the extent of Yao's power.
"You are cursed to never forget," he reminds her with a tone of voice she has never heard from him before. It isn't laced with anger, disgust, or contempt. Nor blatant curiosity. This is far more... intimate.
Arthur used to speak to her in such a tone.
She thinks of his words and pushes away the fissure of concern she feels.
"I have nothing further to say on the matter, Ancient one." Her voice demurs politely.
"Cursed one," He says with far less venom to his words, "of the ritual that put you in this prison of your own bone, what was the third line of summoning a soul back from the beyond?"
If she had been alive, Amelia's breath would have caught in her throat. She searched her memories, but nothing came. She... she...
"Answer me!"
The spirit could not. Nothing would come, though she had been commanded by her Master.
"My Apologies, Ancient-"
"You do not know, do you?" Ancient Yao asked after several seconds of silence passed.
The skull remained mute.
His finger traced over another rune, lighting it in green.
Amelia gasped as a sensation lanced through her very soul. As if the dragon were stroking her arm.
"Answer me with only the truth," The dragon demanded in an even tone. "Did you ever commit the ritual to resurrect the dead."
She tired to fight the command. Her skull rattled under his finger, but Yao grabbed it to keep it from moving over much. Her jaw clenched, as if she were still alive. A magical reflex. Honey-gold eyes watched her. Serpent-like slits formed in the pupils as he waited patiently for her to submit to his command.
And, she did. She lost as the magic compelled her.
"No."
Ancient Yao stared at her, his eyes widened briefly, as she could sense his dragon nature coming to the forefront. His skin scaled again, and his teeth lengthened.
"It was Arthur," he breathed out in a half-growl. "that preformed the rituals."
She said nothing. Trembling in her skull as the truth was brought to light some 1200 years later. it did not matter. Even if Yao raged to his full extent, they had sealed Arthur away in paradise. Her love was safe. Away from pain and suffering. Yao could not call him back without violating the same law that Arthur had.
"You were the one that was torn from the other side, weren't you?"
Amelia remained mute.
"Answer me!"
Another command. She tired to resist, but he clutched her closer to him.
"Yes." She replied in near agony. She did not want to tell him. Yet, she was forbidden to disobey him.
"You took the punishment for him." The dragon ground out, and she could hear the disbelief in his tone. "You banned yourself from the great Paradise? Why would you do this?"
To him it was unthinkable. To Amelia it had been the only recourse.
"I told you," Amelia said wearily, "My love doomed me."
"Your love?"
"I could not let Arthur... He could not suffer this. I loved him."
Her statement was met with totally silence. and she felt her skull being set down once more on its proper resting place. Reptilian eyes watched her skull carefully, but Amelia felt as if he could see her, even though she had not materialized.
"Loved?" Ancient Yao repeats, as a strange look passes over his features.
Amelia truly does not understand dragons.
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He does not return for a period of time. Amelia hardly notices the exact amount. Time has little meaning to her inside her bone prison. She feels the touch of his finger across her runes, and shudders as he commands her from the Skull.
She materializes, looking around and noting that it is the middle of the morning. Her gaze brightens.
Ah, new pupils.
Amelia heads toward the front of the study, taking her usual place, as she waits eagerly with eyes on the door.
Ancient Yao is watching her intently. She blinks at him, confused by the fact he has not insulted her yet. Nor has he made a move to punish her from their last talk.
"Master Yao?" She asks quietly, wondering what is in-store for her now. The dragon has not resorted to physical torture in centuries. At least, not with Amelia directly.
The tips of his fingers glow, and he approaches her skull. Amelia draws back, though it is more because she knows that rushing to stop him will do absolutely nothing. She cannot even touch her own skull. There was nothing she could do to the Ancient.
She closes her eyes and braces her soul for the pain.
However, it does not come.
It is a soft sensation, as if his hand is moving around her waist, and Amelia gasps. Blue eyes open and she looks at him in utter shock. She can feel his magic pulsating into her runes. Touch. She can feel his touch, must stronger now. It has been so long...
The remembrance of arousal courses in her thoughts. She recalls the first time Arthur had touched her-
"Do not think of him," Ancient Yao hisses out angrily, his honeyed-brown eyes are narrowed with both annoyance and...
She blinks, startled to realize that he is affected by this as well. There is hunger in his gaze. She does not know what to say or do in the face of his hunger.
His hand smoothes over the next rune, and it feels like he is caressing her breast.
Amelia gasps, jerking to the side.
"What are you doing?" She questions, trembling in the mental projection of herself.
"You are no longer in love with Arthur." He says by way of explanation, and though his words are true, they sting slightly.
She loved Arthur. She had loved him for centuries, but even her dedication had faded in the flow of time and distance. She would never see him again. If she still possessed a heart, it would have been beating rapidly.
"Good," Yao purred, and she stared at him.
"Can... can you hear my thoughts?" She asked dimly.
The smirk answered her question. Yes, he could hear her now that he was in tune with her -
Pressure on her neck, as if a pair of lips had descended upon the skin. She fought not to shudder once more. It felt so good... to feel again. Without realizing what was happening, she was soon drowning in a tidal wave of lust and barely restrained longing. Somewhere beneath the magic and the whirling thoughts, she recognized that it was not her own.
It was Ancient Yao's.
He longed for her. Desired her.
The question died on her lips, as she felt his hands ghost over body, more feverishly. His fingers remained on her wards, but she could see that his eyes had slid closed in concentration. His presence pushed into her thoughts. Amelia began to breath rapidly, though she had no need of breathing, it was something her spirit still insisted upon doing. A reflex, almost. Or maybe a memory it could not relinquish.
Dragons were possessive. And, every stray thought was linked to claiming Amelia-Amalia, his mind corrected- as his own. She'd been with him for so long, the one constant when all others faded. He was immune to disease and aging. A nearly immortal creature. She was always out of his reach, but just right there. Amalia knew the Ancient had not had a lover in centuries.
She could feel the heat of him, as if he were right behind her. As if the nip of his teeth against her neck were real. The sensation of a hand cupping her breast, as the memories of what she had felt during her time on earth were unleashed. As if the gush of warmth between her thighs was a true event. If touch had been possible, she would have gripped the desk to keep from staggering.
Magic pulsed into her runes once more, and Amelia found herself being drawn somewhere. One moment she was in the study, and the next, she was forest, where Yao had first found her. Amalia could smell the scents of trees, fresh rain, and earth once again. Things she had missed terribly, but had little to time to dwell upon. Her wrists were encircled by the strong and warm hands of Ancient Yao.
She whimpered.
"What is this?" She asked, feeling the heavy sensation of breathing again. She was in awe of it all.
"A mental construct of mine." Yao replied in a sinful whisper against her ear.
She could feel him at her back, hard muscle and warmth. She missed warmth so much. A soft moan escaped her as his fingers lingered over her nipple, pinching it lightly, despite the fabric that barred him access to her skin. She could feel it all. After being denied touch for so long, each stroke of his fingers was pure heaven as it was hell.
"This isn't r-real," Amalia tried to sway away from him, but Yao would have none of it. He pulled her back against him with a slight growl, as he ground something hard against her backside.
She had not been with a lover...
In a longer time than Ancient Yao.
She was torn, wanting him to stop, but held captive by the fact that she could feel him.
"It is very real to us," The dragon murmured as he continued to stoke a fire within her. Amalia arched, her body was trying to bury itself into Yao's hands. He cupped her breast, massaging it, as her legs parted slightly. As if her body could not welcome him fast enough. She knew of the cruelty of Ancient Yao, but she had never known the tenderness he showed her now.
There was no pain, only the explosion of pleasure everywhere he touched. An echoing sense of relief emanated from Yao. After all, it was nearly impossible for one such as he to find a mate. Now that he knew the truth about what Amalia had done, he had permitted long buried emotions for her to the surface. She was worthy of being a mate now. Yao... had been just as lonely as she was. He was bound by his oath to help the magical council for as long as it existed, and she was bound to him. There was pure satisfaction and ecstasy from the sense of ownership. As was the way of Dragons. Fiercely loyal to their ideals and what belonged to them.
She need not ask, for she could sense it, that he would be far more protective of her now. If she permitted him to mate with her. Amalia did tremble then, want and arousal and excitement were coursing through her. The urge to no longer be alone combined with his skilled touches were quickly dismantling her defenses. She shouldn't want him so much, but she did. Part of it truly was her.
He made a noise of approval as his other hand moved toward her hip, it bunched up the long fabric of her dress. It was far less fine than his. Amalia was still easily pleased at heart. Though Arthur had wanted to shower her in finery, she had often refused. The Spirit could sense that Yao wanted much the same. Her normal apparel seemed to shift out of place, and a soft silk rustled against her skin.
Some of it was still bunched in his hand, as he pinned the fabric to her hip with his arm, and slid his hand toward her nether region. On instinct she clamped her thighs closed. But, she was not quick enough. She bit back an oath as his fingers dipped into her womanhood. The evidence of her arousal was painfully obvious. The low and animalistic rumble in his chest had her quivering in new places as another rush of heat pooled between her legs.
"Ancient-"
"丈夫"
Her fogged mind could not think upon the strange word he uttered. It did not sound magical in context it-
Husband.
The word resounded in her mind akin to a shout. He was telling her what it meant. She had dreamed once, of marrying. Of children and a life that could never be hers now.
She felt a rush of bittersweet longing for the possibility of even matrimony. Yao said nothing further, nor did he press her thoughts. He was preoccupied with memorizing every inch of her body. Amalia let out a slight breath, a cross between a hiss and a groan of approval. Even as his other hand slid into her dress. Skin upon skin contact that was nearly too much for Amalia. She leaned back against him, trusting somewhere deep inside herself, that he would not let her fall. It was all so hot. The warmth was intoxicating, as was the scent of incense on his skin. Just as it had been so very long ago.
The first time she had met him.
The image flashed in her mind for a split second. The awe she had felt for him then, the way he seemed different in her memory, though he had not changed physically since. She sensed the change in his hands then. His skin scaled slightly, and his nails elongated. As it became harder to hold onto his human form. His arousal was so high. Amalia moaned as he carefully rubbed at the pearl between her nether lips.
Pleasure. He wanted her to know pleasure by his hands. He wanted her to agree.
"Do you submit to me?" He asked gutturally, his voice was sheer seduction and promises of reaching ecstasy.
Amalia swallowed, thoughts jumbling, but the intense waves of sensation were not abating. Her body was tightening like a bow string, ready to snap at any moment and hurl her into the peak of pleasure.
She could refuse him. She knew that, from his thoughts. No repercussions would be shown for this. It was not Yao's way. But she would never feel this again. She needed to feel him.
"Say the words," he growled lowly, his breath hot as it fanned her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations of all around her. He needed her to say them.
She wet her lips, parting them with a bit of uncertainty.
"I...I... yield."
Yao's euphoria was astounding as he seemed to bask in her agreement. Amalia hardly had time to process that she was being laid upon the grass. The cool beneath her body was a bliss she hadn't felt in ages. Such simple pleasures-
"Focus on me," Yao half-snarled with narrowed reptilian eyes. Dragons were such jealous creatures. He wanted her undivided attention, and he wanted it now. His lips descended upon hers.
There was no battle for dominance, she let him have it. Responding to the way his warm tongue slid across hers. The pressure of his mouth upon her as she arched up toward him. Seeking more contact, more sensation. The gentle breeze whipped across her body, it fluttered Yao's hair and that hair tickled her cheek slightly. It all felt so real. His hands parted her thighs, and he reared back.
It allowed her a moment to realize her state of undress with her bodice opened, and the hem of her gown around her waist. She felt vulnerable, and small compared to the sight above her. His brown eyes were glowing as he stared directly into her blue orbs. She could see the scales around his eyes and cheeks. He was breath-taking. He was magicl incarnate in that moment. And, his mind oculd sense her praise and he basked in it.
She felt the hard length of his manhood against her thigh and jolted slightly. Could a human and a dragon...?
He smirked at her stray question, amused as he nudged her thighs slightly more apart. Ancient Yao carefully removed the binding around his waist, and parted his own robes, allowing her to catch sight of his nude form. Amalia blushed, feeling the heat upon her cheeks. Her core throbbed in anticipation. She wanted to feel him, all of him. In ways she had not felt since her curse.
Yao made a slight hiss of pleasure as he aligned himself with her entrance. He barred his teeth, in a manner that nearly intimidated her.
No turning back.
With a single push, he was sheathed inside her to the hilt. Amalia gasped, clutching at him. A plaintive wail of desire burned on her lips. Yao nipped at her neck again, moving inside her slickness with abandon. She moaned and twisted underneath him. There was not a smidgen of discomfort, only the feeling of him. Everywhere. All around her. Inside her.
Yes, oh yes. The feeling of him. Blue eyes clouded with rapture as she was claimed beneath the shade of the very trees where she first met him.
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The young mages walked in, glancing around the vast study with curious gazes. All of which landed upon the famed 'Amelia' who stood frozen without expression on her face.
One child nudged the other, and they noticed that Ancient Yao was holding onto the skull with a look of deep concentration.
Quizzical minds briefly wondered if they were meditating, and how much longer they would be.