Saphira's Question
Chapter 7
Five hours later, Eragon had orgasmed eight times. Saphira was laying belly-up in the dragonhold, and a naked, cum-soiled Eragon was laying spread-eagled on her underside. Orgasmal fluids were crusted all over his body and all over Saphira's clit.
That... was fun, Eragon said contentedly.
That it was, little one.
Should we get Solembum?
If you would like.
So Eragon contacted Solembum.
The werecat had spent all day with Angela, waiting for her to finish a few potions she had wanted to see used on Eragon and Saphira. Now, he padded up Vol Turin in cat form. As he reached the dragonhold, he shifted to his boy form. He had several potions stashed away using magic. All he had to do was snap his fingers, and one would appear in his hand.
Since Solembum usually came up with the sex games, both Eragon and Saphira let him speak.
"The name of the game is drinking," Solembum said. "We get a few barrels of ale, and we play a small game of truth or dare."
Eragon liked this idea, because he knew how Saphira got when she was drunk. So Solembum, with Eragon's help, stole four barrels of ale from a dwarven bar. Eragon was disguised as an old man, and Solembum was in his cat form. They used an outdated pulley system to lift the barrels to Saphira.
Once they got everything situated, they sat in a circle in the dragonhold. Solembum went first.
"Eragon, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to orgasm in under five seconds with magic."
Eragon hurriedly thought of the words for an instant orgasm spell in two seconds, cast them in another two, then orgasmed in the last second. As he laid back and wiped the cum off of himself, he asked Saphira.
"Truth or dare, Saphira?"
Hm... dare.
"I dare you to... um... lick your own clit."
Saphira raised a mental eyebrow, but tried anyways. Her head came within a foot of her clit, but her tongue simply couldn't reach it. She tried her best, but it wasn't possible.
When she looked up, both Eragon and Solembum were lying on their sides, wheezing from laughing so hard. She huffed and began to preen her scales, hiding her face with a wing.
Solembum recovered enough to tell Saphira,
"You have to... pfft... take a drink... if you can reach it! Bwahahahahaha! Oh, jeez... hahahahahaha! Oh, man..."
He got up, still laughing, to open a cask for her. Eragon was still on the ground, clutching his sides as he tried to calm himself.
Solembum popped the top cover off of the barrel and surreptitiously dropped something in, covering the sound with another round of laughter. He had dropped in an invention of Angela's; a pill that dissolved in liquid, and released whatever you had put into it earlier. Angela had put a special potion in the pill for Saphira. It was an aphrodisiac that would cause her pleasure to increase tenfold. Her juices would carry the same effect, causing anyone who imbibed them to have the same effect. Solembum intended to have this effect.
Saphira stuck her muzzle in the barrel and drank the entire thing. When she finished, she lifted her head woozily. Her thoughts felt unclear.
Did I... swallow something... solid? Hnnh?
Solembum kept a calculated silence. Thus, he realized when the aphrodisiac took effect.
Saphira's clit started gushing fluid, and she gave a huge moan and fell onto her back. Eragon came instantly from the pleasure overflow from Saphira's mind, moaning on the ground while fluid flew through the air. Solembum crept over to Saphira and snapped his fingers, causing a vial to appear. In it, he scooped up some of Saphira's fluids, then made the vial vanish once more.
An hour later, the effects of the aphrodisiac wore off and Eragon restored everyone's stamina. Saphira was still drunk, so she didn't question her sudden and continuous orgasm.
Eragonnnnnn... truth or dare...?
"Dare."
I dare you... hnn... to drink one quarter of a... guh... of a barrel.
Eragon's eyes grew and his mouth dropped.
"Are you kidding?! I can't drink that much!"
Try. Hnnnnn...
So Eragon stood up while Solembum opened another barrel (and secretly poured a potion in it). Eragon leaned over the barrel and drank from it. The potion that Solembum had poured was a muscle relaxant, causing Eragon to become weaker with every mouthful of ale.
Eragon finally fell to his knees, unable to stand anymore.
I feel... weak... he thought, mind getting sluggish. Finally, he was laying down on the floor, too weak to move. Solembum crawled up to Eragon and began to rub his penis, which began to grow. Eragon moaned and tried to move, but his muscles felt as though they were jelly. Solembum licked Eragon's penis, causing him to moan louder. The pleasure was incredible - it was different from the other times Eragon had came because his muscles felt... strange.
The werecat finally took Eragon's member into his mouth, sucking and pleasuring him with his tongue. Eragon shuddered and flushed, feeling erotically powerless. Solembum's mouth was so warm and wet...
Eragon came after nearly five minutes of this. He murmured and moaned, penis releasing fluids into Solembum's waiting mouth. As Eragon was lost in the after-haze of his orgasm, Solembum spit out Eragon's cum into another vial, which he hid again.
So far, so good, the werecat thought mischeviously.
Dun dun DUN! What is Solembum up to? Is he going to spill the secrets of the Rider and the dragon? WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?!
Lol. Anyways, you know the drill; review and rate. Working on Chapter 8, aiming to finish up by Chapter 10. So, getting close! (Don't take that dirty, lol.)
Till next chapter!