The language/descriptions in this chapter may start to get a little more mature. Mostly, because I am trying to bridge the gap between the previous T-rating, and the upping to M-rated in the next chapter.
From this point on, readers can expect slightly more mature and in some points sexual content and/or detailing throughout the story. Again, this does not mean it is now a lemon-fest. Simply put, it is becoming a mature romance.
Also, prepare for a long chapter filled with deep romantic content.
Saphira's eyes tried to flutter open as the dragoness slowly pulled herself from the depths of sleep. She blinked groggily, and looked around. The soft, earthy feel under her belly caused her to look down, only to find she was somehow back in her nest. Lifting her head, Saphira stifled a yawn and looked around more, confirming that the stone walls around her were indeed the walls of her own cave. It was then she realized that she was alone in her nest, and a pang of despair echoed in her chest.
Was...was it all a dream? she whispered to herself. A small shiver ran down her back, despite the warm morning sun shining in on her, and the feeling in her chest turned to loneliness. Did my wandering mind finally get the better of me? Her eyes moistened as tears built up, the tortuous tide of emotions from before all rushing back into her mind. Despite the fire that lived inside her, Saphira felt cold, and she wrapped her tail around herself, willing away the shivers that wracked her frame. Just when she was about to let out a small sob of despair, a shadow moved in front of the incoming sun, causing her to lift her head in surprise.
In the entrance stood Eragon, his deep blue scales shining in the early morning sun. In his jaws was a plump deer, another laying by his paws. Without a word, he slowly padded over to Saphira still in her nest, and placed the deer before her, offering the meal for breakfast. The dragoness' breath was shallow, as like Eragon, she had no words. Thoughts and sensations about the previous night – were they real? - tumbled through her mind, as she watched him for a sign. The male simply looked at her with his ocean blue eyes, taking in her form as she remained laying in the nest. Saphira's heart raced, and she nearly felt sick to her stomach. Was it real? she wondered to herself again. Did it all really happen, or was it a dream? Please, Fates, stop tor-
Her thoughts died silently as the male leaned in and nuzzled the length of her neck tenderly, a warm hum echoing from deep in his chest. At his touch, Saphira nearly melted, leaning into the contact as she began to nuzzle Eragon's jaw in return. Without thinking, she began to purr happily, her heart leaping as she felt Eragon's tongue glide across her snout. Good morning, Saphira, he hummed softly. The dragoness simply gurgled joyfully in return, nuzzling him more enthusiastically.
Eragon, she whispered tenderly, nibbling on his jaw gently. A sigh of contentment left her as the male pressed up against her, his muscular body rubbing hers as he sat beside her, his forelegs around her chest. Saphira didn't bother to move as Eragon half-embraced her laying form, the male nuzzling the back of her head and neck, rumbling all the while. It was real, she breathed, leaning back to lick his snout. I...I really do...
Have me? Eragon chuckled, his mind finally intertwining with hers. Saphira felt light-headed as their minds joined once more, and every ounce of doubt and worry washed away under the sensations. Yes, yes you do, my Saphira, he whispered, nibbling the side of her neck. The dragoness shivered with barely restrained emotions, soaking up each feeling of love that she received from her partner, and returning them just as strong. Now much clearer, images and memories of the previous day came flooding back to her, and she relished in each one. The confusion, the despair, only to lead into the heated courtship and the final realization of what had become of them. Now, laying in her nest, with her partner – her mate - embracing her from behind, Saphira finally felt peace.
Blasted sleep, she mused, leaning into Eragon's nuzzling. For a moment, I thought it was all but a dream.
The dark blue male chuckled, and leaned down to lick a small bite mark on her shoulder. Funny, these seem pretty real to me. The dragoness growled richly, but the underlying note was one of love, and she nipped gently at his jaw.
Careful...any more play of that nature and you might not make it to tonight.
Ah yes, Eragon said, pulling back with a slight tinge of red in his cheeks. I forgot how...er, direct dragons are in that area.
You didn't seem to have a problem with it before, Saphira teased, softly biting the underside of his neck.
Eragon huffed and tried to ignore the heat building in between his hind legs. Yes, well, he stammered. That wasn't all me last night. Memories of how his instincts took over during their courtship last night flashed vividly in his mind, and Eragon still struggled to comprehend all of what had transpired. A week later, and I still don't understand the first thing about draconic rituals and instincts.
You'll learn soon enough, Saphira said simply, still lavishing attention on her companion, her teeth massaging the skin on his neck. Now that she knew this was indeed all real, her emotions turned to pleasant desire, and she purred deeply, trying to entice her partner.
Saphira, Eragon said softly, pulling away. I love you, but we agreed to wait until tonight. The dragoness huffed in disappointment as her mate's neck was pulled from her reach, the heat in her belly flaring with barely restrained primal want. Another huff, and she laid her head down to try and clear her thoughts.
Why must we wait, Eragon? she asked quietly. Even if you are still leaning the intricacies of your dragon mind, even you must feel what we both want. A part of Saphira was embarrassed at such strong primal desire flooding her thoughts, knowing that Eragon wasn't ready. But, at the same time, they were both dragons, and as such, were perfectly within reason to give into their desires now. After the courtship, the act of mating was the next step. Now that they were mates, signified by their ritual binding flight yesterday, the two dragons were free to mate whenever they wished. To Saphira, it was perfectly clear and logical, as it had been during her brief time with Firnen.
But then, the logical part of her mind constantly reminded herself that this was Eragon, and nothing about this relationship was ordinary. Eragon, who was not only bound to her as a mate, but as her Rider, a bond that transcended any other. She could not ignore the fact that her Rider had, until a week ago, been human with human thoughts and emotions. Even though he had started to become a very proud example of her species, she could not forget that Eragon still lived with his two minds. In fact, being the dragon of a Rider, Saphira should know better than anyone, as her bond with Eragon made her more human than other wild dragons. This 'dual nature', this bonding of human and dragon minds, was what made them who they were. But...it also meant that her Eragon would not be as confident or forward as her instincts wanted. His life as a dragon was still new and unfamiliar to him, with his human mind still very much wanting dominance. It wasn't a choice, but simply the way he was. Saphira resigned herself to the fact that it was just one of the things about their bond – their relationship – that made it both deeper and more complicated than any other they would have.
I do feel it, Eragon whispered, leaning down to lick her cheek. Believe me, Saphira, every part of me feels it. The male parted his jaws in a grin. But I also know I want to do this right.
Then show-
I will, he cut in, licking her neck again. I promise. Saphira sighed, then relented, humming under the affections from her mate. She rolled onto her side to look up at him, growling happily. Eragon growled back, using both his mind and body to tell her just what she meant to him. His large paw traced a line up her belly softly, causing Saphira to giggle and shiver slightly.
Easy, Eragon, she laughed. You say you want to wait, but everything you do speaks otherwise.
Again, the male looked away in embarrassment, mentally smacking himself. Every time he tries to do something affectionate, it actually means he's ready, and the poor Rider-turned-dragon felt awkward. I-I'm sorry, he mumbled. I'm just trying to-
I know, little one, Saphira purred, lifting her head to lick at his jaw. And its very sweet. I shouldn't tease you about it, but I can't help it. My desire for you is...indescribable.
Tell me about it, Eragon muttered. All morning during his hunt for food he had to constantly stop and take a moment for certain things to calm down. Every time his mind wandered to his new bond with Saphira, and what they would soon do, his body showed its eagerness in a very pronounced way. The first time Eragon's maleness had revealed itself, he nearly smacked into a ledge with surprise. It had taken nearly ten minutes of sitting and grumbling to himself on the valley floor for his arousal to recede, the male thoroughly embarrassed at his body. His dragon mind practically scoffed at him for being so insecure, trying to reassure him that dragons felt no embarrassment at their natural ways, especially during times of courtship and mating. Nor were they shy about expressing affection or intimacy around others. Dragons knew what they wanted, and who they wanted, and they did not hold the same reservations about it like the other races. They were proud, but they were also a very sensual race, one that did not shy away from little things like intimacy or affection.
Granted, things like the act of intimacy were kept as a private affair, even among wild dragons, but Eragon's draconic mind assured him that everything else was not something to hide. Affection, teasing, even the beginning stages of intimacy were acceptable to dragons, and not something to hide or be ashamed of. Still, his human mind fought back with his own upbringings and views on the subject, and Eragon resigned himself to the fact that his 'internal battle' was only just beginning. Living as a dragon, despite being a human, was going to take at least a decade or two to figure out fully.
Oh? Saphira teased, her fangs gleaming in the soft morning light as she smiled. Thinking about me, were you? The female gently rubbed her back against Eragon's belly, playfully enticing her partner.
That's not fair, Eragon mumbled, and stood up to move away, lest he have a repeat of before. You know this is still all new to me.
Eragon, Saphira sighed, I'm only playing. She watched as he grabbed the deer from before and placed it in front of her. You know I am not trying to force anything.
Eragon mumbled something unintelligible and nosed the deer to her, clearly still awkward about his new feelings. Saphira knew this, but a part of her couldn't help but tease Eragon. After all this time of dancing around what they felt to each other, even before Eragon became a dragon, it felt nice not to have to hide her affections any more. Oh, alright, she groused playfully. I suppose I can hold off until after breakfast.
Lucky me, a whole ten-minute break, Eragon grumped, but the gleam in his eyes and smile on his jaws let Saphira know he was anything but grumpy. Saphira gave an indignant sniff and set about eating her meal, acting like Eragon was being rude. As she tilted her head down to take another bite, a warm trail glided along the top of her head and between her horns, making her growl happily as Eragon licked her once more. I love you, he whispered.
And I you, my Eragon, she hummed, returning the lick along his muzzle. They nuzzled and nibbled at each other for a moment, before Saphira nosed him away. Now, eat your breakfast. I am eager to see what you have planned for the day you asked me to wait for.
The male thrummed deep in his chest, and grinned at her. You won't be disappointed.
Mmm...now I'm anxious, she growled playfully, as she began to eat. Eragon remained looking at her for a few moments before he too set into his breakfast. Although conversation was light, the sheer volume of emotions and thoughts that the two dragons sent to each other made them both shiver with joy. To Saphira, it felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted from her. Now that she had her Eragon, in every sense of the words but one, she knew that her days ahead would be filled with nothing but happiness. Not only were she and her Rider together and happy, but now, they were together, something Saphira wished they would have explored long ago. Had she known then what she knew and felt now, she would have contemplated this deeper feelings for Eragon before they had made the little mistakes they had with the others in their lives. Granted, she still felt a connection to Firnen, and even Glaedr, but now her heart truly belonged to her Eragon.
The Rider-turned-dragon was having similar thoughts, and he looked up from his half-eaten deer to take in his beautiful Saphira once again, marvelling at how he now saw her. Despite the feelings he now felt for his Saphira, he could still feel the lingering attraction to Arya. He still cared for her, as the amount of passion he held for her would not diminish so easily or quickly, but now he understood that maybe, just maybe, she hadn't really been the one he was waiting for. No, he reasoned, Arya was still important to him, she always would be. But now, looking at the partner-of-his-mind-and-heart looking back at him, Eragon finally felt, for the first time in a long time, that things were simply right.
With a loud crack, Eragon snapped the bones of his deer in his powerful jaws, eliminating the last traces of the animal as his belly thrummed happily with the hearty meal. Licking his chops to clear the blood, an idea came to him, and he couldn't stop the grin from showing on his muzzle. As Saphira was finishing the last of her deer, Eragon scooted forwards, causing her to look up in surprise. Before she could say anything, the male leaned in and started to lick her muzzle clean, mirroring what the dragoness had done after his first meal as a dragon.
Saphira shivered visibly as Eragon's tongue ran across her muzzle and snout, relishing the tender contact. Two days ago, he would have never been so bold. Now, the dragoness fought not to pounce on him as once again, Eragon displayed his affection. Now who's teasing... she whispered, her eyes half-closed as her mate began to 'bathe' her.
Oh, hush, he chided in a mock tone, managing a decent impression of her. Don't act like you're not enjoying it. Saphira simply growled and relaxed, rolling onto her side once more. Eragon took the cue, and began licking along her neck softly, rising up to move and lay next to her. The dragoness hummed with satisfaction as the male began to lavish her with affection as they lay together. To Saphira, it was the most wondrous thing she imagined. Firnen had never done this to her, and a small part of her was surprised that Eragon would think of it. Despite his silly insistence to wait, her "little one" seemed to be rather good at foreplay.
As Eragon continued licking, and sometimes nibbling, along Saphira's neck, a part of him wondered why he was enjoying this so much. Only yesterday, he would have beat his head into a rock for such thoughts, and now, all he wanted to do was show his affection to his dragoness. Again, he sighed to himself about his conflicting minds, even though they had both accepted his new feelings for Saphira. His human mind still felt a twinge of awkwardness at being so direct in his attentions, but his dragon side revelled in it, finally not having to fight his annoying human ideas. A small groan left Saphira, and she rolled slightly more onto her side, exposing her belly, and Eragon chuckled. Someone is enjoying themselves.
Just wait...and we'll switch, Saphira whispered, almost sounding like she was out of breath. Then...you'll see why...it feels so nice. Her tail swished happily behind her, caressing Eragon's flank every time it touched him. He felt the familiar heat build in his belly and towards his hind legs, knowing that perhaps he should begin to wrap this up. Then again, seeing Saphira in such a state of bliss made him beyond happy, and he reasoned a few more minutes couldn't hurt. Unbidden, his snout travelled downwards slightly, and his licks and nips transferred to her chest and belly.
Saphira let out a small gasp, her tail twitching quickly, and a new sensation tickled Eragon's nose. He inhaled, and was rewarded with a sweet new smell, one that made him lick Saphira's lean chest again. The odor was not exactly describable to his human mind, but his dragon half surged forward, seeming like it wanted more. His snout trailed across her chest, giving small nips, causing Saphira to gasp and purr loudly. Again, the sweet smell hit him, and Eragon felt his mind start to cloud over. He was dimly aware of a warm blossoming between his legs, but he seemed not to care. It was only when Saphira's twitching tail brushed against something sensitive that he managed to snap back to his senses. Gah! he yelped, scooting away from the dragoness and snapping his wings down, his face burning with embarrassment as he tried to hide himself.
Saphira snorted and lifted her head to look at Eragon, her expression a mix of disappointment and confusion. Eragon? she growled in concern. What's wrong? Seeing the male cover himself and look away, Saphira was all too quick to figure it out, and she parted her jaws in a grin. Little one, she began to chuckle. Its nothing to be ashamed of...
Says you, he grumbled. He shuffled on his belly, determined to keep his arousal hidden until it went away. Sorry, Saphira, I guess your bath is over.
Oh, is that what you are calling it? she asked, growling amorously. Saphira eyed his wings as they tucked around his belly, itching to try and get a glimpse of what her poor Eragon was trying to hide. Okay then...
W-what do you mean? Eragon said, his eyes darting back to hers. I was just...
Eragon, she giggled, still showing him her belly playfully. That ceased to be a 'bath' the moment you stopped licking my snout. The male's eyes widened, and Saphira tried not to laugh at his predicament. You say you don't understand a dragon's ways, yet, you are rather good at initiating a mating session.
What?! he yelped, flinching away from her as she laughed.
Eragon, my dear, that was the dragon equivalent of what you humans sometimes call 'foreplay'.
Oh gods, the dark blue male whimpered. Saphira, I am so sorry.
The dragoness snorted in amusement. Why? I was quite enjoying it. She finally rolled onto her belly, to stop torturing her poor Eragon, despite thoughts to the contrary. The male huffed and tried not to look at her, clear embarrassment and awkwardness rebounding across their link.
I didn't mean...er...that wasn't supposed to...Eragon stammered, willing his arousal away.
Hush, my Eragon, Saphira hummed, leaning over to lick his cheek, still holding in her laughter. It's alright. If it makes you feel any better...I wasn't going to say no.
Not helping, he groused, but an underlying chuckle betrayed his seriousness. After a moment or two of silence, Eragon sighed. I'm sorry, Saphira. I did not mean to lead you on like that. I...guess I just got caught up in the moment.
Saphira purred and nuzzled his neck, laying her head atop his gently. You did anything but offend me, Eragon. Stop apologizing.
Still-
Hush, she repeated, licking the back of his neck. After tonight, all this awkwardness will be forgotten. Saphira tried not to wriggle with anticipation at her own words. If Eragon managed to be that sensual now, she could only imagine what their mating would be like.
Eragon was silent for a full three minutes as he tried to calm himself. What...er...what was that smell? he eventually asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Saphira lifted her head to look at him.
Smell?
Aye, he coughed, finally lifting his own head from his paws to look back at her. It was...I'm not sure how to describe it. Almost sweet-smelling. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Whatever it was, it felt like a drug washing over me.
Oh, that, Saphira laughed, her own face heating up slightly. Eragon...that was my scent. The male blinked, dumbfounded. You were not the only one aroused by your actions, she explained sheepishly. As such, I began to emit a stronger scent, to show that I was ready.
Oh...
Yes, Saphira snorted, trying to retain her dignity. She made a point not to mention that Firnen had never been so sensual, lest her poor Eragon pass out from blushing. Although, you smelled quite enticing yourself, she teased, deciding to turn the tables once more.
M-me? Eragon stuttered.
Mmm...I quite liked it, she growled. Very masculine, my mate. I was rather enjoying that as well. Eragon huffed and laid his head down once more, grumbling that Saphira seemed to be lavishing in her playful torture of him and his awkwardness. The dragoness rumbled in amusement, nuzzling his snout. You're going to have to get used to this, my dear Eragon. It is what we are.
I know, I know, he groused, returning the soft affection. I don't mean to be so shy, Saphira. I truly do love you. The male sighed heavily. This is just so new to me, its hard to understand and get used to what I'm feeling...or experiencing.
Saphira said nothing, instead laying her head atop his once more, letting the tender contact soothe his thoughts. After a moment, she felt Eragon relax and enjoy the simple affection. The two dragons rumbled and hummed to each other, trying to enjoy the moment without other implications. Unfortunately, Saphira's curiosity got the better of her. Did you like it?
Hmm?
Did you like it? she repeated. Saphira felt Eragon stiffen beneath her, but still she pressed.
Eragon was silent for a minute before he finally relented. It was...very nice, he whispered, trying to reign in his embarrassment from echoing across their link. Above him, he was surprised to feel Saphira let out a sigh of relief. Is that a good thing? he asked gently.
Well, yes, she said sheepishly. If you didn't like it, then you wouldn't want to mate with me. Saphira took heart in the fact another wave of embarrassed grumbling came from her partner, letting it wash away her own awkwardness. I rather liked yours too, she purred, nibbling the back of his neck.
That's it, Eragon huffed, standing up rather abruptly, making Saphira half-snort with annoyance as her pillow was taken away. We're going flying.
Why? she asked as she got up and followed Eragon to the ledge.
Because if we lay there one more minute discussing this, I won't make it to tonight, he groused, flashing her a dragon grin. And there are still things to do.
Spoilsport, she teased, nibbling on his jaw. Regardless, the two of them opened their wings and took to the air. But you know...in the air is where most dragons mate for the first time.
Saphira!
After the two dragons had taken off from their home, Saphira enticed Eragon into a playful flight, and the two of them darted through the air for nearly an hour, chasing and being chased. Despite the want and desire flooding both of their primal instincts, Eragon and Saphira relished in the simple distraction of draconic play. Dip, duck, dodge, twirl...it all helped to take their mind somewhat off their rising lust. Although, their grapples and holds were noticeably more tender than a normal play-fight.
Finishing up their fun, the pair of dragons angled over towards the elven camp, set up at the top of the plateau near where the dragonhold was being built. As they came in to land, Eragon mentally ran through what he wanted to say to Blodhgarm. He and Saphira were not coming to work today, rather, the Rider-turned-dragon was going to try and explain why he and his dragoness were taking the day off. All during his morning hunt, Eragon had tried to piece together a logical, albeit vague reason why he and Saphira were not going to be moving stone today. Alighting on his powerful hind legs, the male dragon snorted softly as he saw the blue-furred elven man walk on silent steps towards him.
Shadeslayer, Brightscales, the elf man said, bowing to each of them in turn.
Master Blodhgarm, Eragon rumbled, inclining his head as well. For a split-second, he could have sworn there was something in the elf's eye, then he dismissed it just as quick. Focusing on his planned speech, he began, With all due respect, Blodhgarm, Saphira and I will not be able to assist in the building of the dragonhold today.
Oh? the elf asked innocently, although a flash in his eyes spoke of something deeper. Are either of you injured? Perhaps an overexertion from yesterday?
No, Eragon said slowly, shuffling his large forepaws. Saphira and I...well...there is something we must do.
The male dragon looked on in curiosity as a hint of a grin appeared on the furry face of the elven spellcaster. Ah, I see. This wouldn't have anything to do with where the two of you flew off to last night, would it?
Now Eragon's fidgeting became more pronounced. So much for planning this out. Er...it would.
I see, Blodhgarm grinned, his feline teeth flashing. So then I take it the two of you plan on finishing what you started? Eragon snorted in surprise, and stared down at the elf. He knew that look. The same look he had seen on Arya many times when the elven woman read him like an open scroll.
You...know, don't you?
The elf laughed, a clear melody echoing across the plateau. Shadeslayer...Eragon...we elves may have our own traditions and rituals, but we are not ignorant to those of other species...especially dragons. Nor do we miss the signs that persist over time. The dark blue dragon cocked his head, clearly lost as to how the conversation had turned around on him. From the moment the Eldunari explained what was to happen to you, the others and I saw the strings of Fate begin to intertwine.
Yes, I think they know, Eragon, Saphira chuckled, leaning into lick her partner's cheek. If anything, her actions made Blodhgarm's face light up even more. Not only that, but the other elves began approaching them as well, each on of them looking as bright and full of joy as they had on the eve of the Blood-Oath Ceremony.
The dark scaled male tried to hide his embarrassment. Was it really that obvious to everyone but me?
As the other elves bowed to the dragons, murmuring their well-wishes and wonder, Blodhgarm smiled at Eragon. Do not fear of offending us, Shadeslayer, by forsaking the labor today. No...today is a day of celebration, for both you and Brightscales, and for us as well. Go, and do what you must. We shall sing songs of your union, so that nature itself knows of your new bond.
Again, you honor us, Master Blodhgarm, Eragon said, bowing to the blue-furred elf. Then, in a private conversation, asked a favor of the spellcaster so Saphira could not hear. The elf man was subtle, giving only a hint of a nod to show he understood. Looking over at his sapphire companion, Eragon could not help but smile as several of the elves had begun to sing and dance around Saphira. The dragoness hummed with pride, as their melodic voices sang of the new path their lives were destined to take, and how those of lives past were smiling down upon them. With a start, Eragon realized a distinct humming had entered his mind, and he sagged with astonishment as the Eldunari sang in their own ways as well.
Well done, hatchling, Glaedr rumbled happily from deep within his mind. With his, a multitude of other voices chorused and washed over him as well as Saphira, praising the young dragons on finally accepting what theirs hearts had been telling them all along. Well done indeed.
I...Eragon stuttered, overcome by the praise and joy the elves and old dragons were exuding. Thank you, he said finally, smiling over at his mate. Saphira's eyes shone with barely retrained happiness. She too had been hesitant on the reactions of others, as a Rider and dragon became so much more. Now, her eyes ran with moisture as both her kin and the elves sang to them. Chuckling, Eragon addressed the Eldunari once more. I take it then, that asking for privacy tonight would not be rude?
A chorus of chuckles and rumbling laughter echoed from the collection of old dragons. Are you sure you did not want some helpful tips, young one? the once golden dragon rumbled, the merriment of the ancient ones increasing as Eragon flushed with embarrassment.
Ah...no, thank you, he mumbled, hoping Saphira wasn't about to join in the teasing. The Eldunari assured him that they would have their privacy, stating that nearly all of them have experienced such a time before. Glaedr parted with a sincere offer of advice for his young pupil – his young kin – should the young male falter in his confidence, to which Eragon gave his heart-felt thanks. I hope I will not need it, he whispered.
Just let your feelings take over, the old dragon rumbled. And your instincts shall do the rest.
Now thoroughly embarrassed at nearly having the talk with his mentor, Eragon gave a coughing growl to get Saphira's attention. Shall we go and enjoy lunch, Saphira?
Yes, she hummed happily. We shall, my mate. At her words, the songs of the elves increased in volume and passion, making both dragons shiver as their melodic use of the ancient language tapped into the flow of magic and nature around them. Unfurling their wings together, Eragon and Saphira took to the sky, the male leading her towards the crystal clear lagoon in the middle of the valley.
Leaving the sounds of the elves and their lyrical magic behind, Saphira and Eragon once again darted and played though the sky, as they made their way towards the lagoon. Another hour or so seemed to fly past like the wind over their wings as the two dragons smiply revelled in the company of one another. The dragoness managed to grab Eragon from behind, immobilizing him as they dropped to the ground. A sharp grunt, and the pair began to roll around, their momentum sending them across the small rise next to the blue lagoon. They finally came to a stop next to willow tree with Eragon on his back, playfully pinned by Saphira.
The dragoness growled happily and gnawed on his neck, half in and act of playful dominance and half in sheer love. Eragon rumbled, his tail swishing back and forth, as he growled in 'defeat'. I win again, little one, Saphira hummed, chuckling in her partner's mind. Then, she let out a surprised yelp as Eragon rolled them over, so that he was looking down on her lithe frame.
And to the victor go the spoils, he teased, flashing his fangs in grin. A gentle lick, and he traced his tongue up her neck, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Oh...what do I win?
Me, Eragon chuckled, finishing of with a rub of his nose against hers. The dragoness purred so loud that her partner felt the vibrations in his own chest as they rolled to the side and cuddled, Saphira's head rubbing against his.
Their entwined tails moved back and forth through the grass, illustrating the contentment of the pair as they simply enjoyed the feeling of their partner against them. For a few minutes, they said nothing, just laying there and soaking in the moment. Finally, Saphira licked Eragon's neck, and purred, You said something about lunch?
Eragon rumbled as he tried not to laugh. Yes, I did, he chuckled, nuzzling her neck as they both rolled upright. I thought a nice lunch here might be...fitting. Saphira simply hummed at him, expressing her enjoyment of Eragon's attempt at romance. Although very much a human gesture, she wriggled in happiness nonetheless, because it was her Eragon lavishing his attentions on her With a last lick, the dark blue male lifted off and flew off towards the fields of the valley, in search of a meal for him and his Saphira.
As she waited for her companion to return, Saphira took in her surroundings. The calm, clear lagoon looked very inviting for a swim after, and she could feel the coolness coming off of the water's surface in the breeze. The breeze itself moved gently through the willow tree above, making the branches dance ever so lightly. The dragoness allowed her mind to wander about what else Eragon was planning to try, before their promised night of passion. Simply thinking of what awaited her at the end of the day made Saphira hum loudly. Yes, this would not be her first mating, but it didn't matter. Her partner – her chosen mate – was one she never dreamed she could have, the connection between them deeper than any other dragon would ever hope to form with her. Not only that, but the pair of them really would be together for the rest of their days, making the union seem all that more wonderful. I hope you would be proud, Mother, Saphira whispered, lifting her eyes to where the sunlight hid the starts overhead, wondering if the long dead dragoness was watching over her.
Saphira was so enraptured with her thoughts, she almost missed Eragon coming into land with another pair of tasty-looking deer in his claws. Touching down on his large hind legs, he placed the catches in front of his sapphire companion as gently as he could, before dropping to all four paws and settling down beside her. As promised, he grinned, earning a tender lick along his muzzle.
You are getting rather good at this, Saphira hummed, sniffing the proffered deer. Now I am sure that all the younglings that hatch will be well-fed by us. A coughing growl of laughter escaped her as Eragon's eyes went slightly wider. Forget that little detail, did we?
No...er, Eragon muttered. I guess it just slipped my mind, with all that has happened lately. The male shuffled his paws, thinking about it.
Well, if I am to become a surrogate 'mother' to all the new hatchlings soon to be entering the world, it would certainly be nice to have a 'father' around to help too, Saphira teased, flashing her fangs playfully at her partner. The Rider-turned-dragon met her eyes and growled, amorously.
Human or dragon, you know I would be at your side, no matter what. The sapphire female hummed loudly, feelings of warmth and gratitude washing across their link.
Eragon rolled his shoulders, stretching out beside Saphira, soaking up the sun before diving into his meal. Saphira followed suit, and before more than a handful of minutes had passed, both dragons were licking their paws clean. Even though we practically just ate not too long ago, I was still oddly hungry, Eragon mused.
It's because your body and instincts are preparing, the dragoness said teasingly. They know what is to come sooner or later. Saphira enjoyed the small look of awkwardness that showed on the male's features.
Great, even my body is ready before I am, he groused childishly, despite the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Saphira giggled and leaned over to nip his cheek, rumbling to him.
I'm sure you'll be wonderful.
Eragon sent her his gratitude at her attempts to relax his mind, then shuffled slightly as he gathered his courage. The topic had been on his mind from the start of this new bond they were exploring, and the more he thought about it, the more his stubborn mind and curiosity urged him to ask. At first, he thought it would be rude, seeing as how he and Saphira nearly ended up clashing over their new feelings. But now, he felt like he needed to know. So, taking a large breath, he turned and looked at his sapphire partner. Saphira, he began softly. Why me?
The dragoness tilted her head. What do you mean, Eragon?
You know what I mean. Why me?
Saphira lowered her head to look at her paws. She was hoping this would never come up so soon, as truthfully, she still didn't fully understand it all herself. Her heart told her the feelings were there much longer than a week, but the explanation for them was not. She didn't want to hurt Eragon's feelings, or worse, sound like she was just acting on instinct. I...she faltered.
Eragon looked away, a repressed dread bubbling forth. Is it just because I am a dragon now, the only capable male around?
No! Saphira snorted quickly. Eragon, no. I love you. I am not just 'settling' for you. She reached over and nosed his cheek, bringing his gaze back to her. Everything I did yesterday, I meant. You are the one I want.
But why? the insecure male asked softly. What makes me any better than one of the dragons that may hatch soon? In a few short months, you could have several other males that may drawn your eye when they are old enough.
I don't care, she insisted, shaking her head gently. You are the one I chose, Eragon. You are the only one I want. Saphira took a deep breath to collect her thoughts. I...I think I've known that for a long time now. The dark scaled male titled his head, curious at this new revelation. Saphira paused for a moment, wondering if she should reveal all that she had apparently been hiding from both Eragon and herself, then snorted in resolve. It was time to confront her heart.
At first, I cared for you like any other dragon would their Rider, she began in a soft tone. You were my best friend – my only friend – and your companionship made me happy. But, as time went on, and we encountered new challenges, I began to feel closer to you than before. Saphira shuffled slightly, fiddling with her paws in the grass. Eragon's eyes were on her intently, drinking in every word. I never really noticed at first, but, I began to feel protective of you, in more ways that one. Ways...that surprised me when I thought about it.
Eragon thought for a moment, then realized one such time. Trianna...
Yes, Saphira whispered. At the time, I felt like she was simply trying to use you as a Rider. It was as good a reason as any. But then, when you got angry with me about how I shouldn't interfere in your love life, I began to think perhaps there were other reasons why I stepped in. Like maybe...maybe I didn't want her near you. Eragon nodded gently, understanding. After the hellish battle under Farthen Dur, Eragon and Saphira had grown closer, and the dragoness undoubtedly didn't want anyone to come between her and her Rider, especially a sorceress with unknown intent. Now that she said it though, he started to wonder if perhaps that was when this new bond had begun.
Saphira went on. After that, I never really took stock of what may or may not be going on with our relationship, she said. We left for Du Weldenvarden, things were more or less peaceful. It was only when we encountered the Dagshelgr, that I began to wonder about it all again.
Dagshelgr? Eragon intoned. An instant later, he remembered; during the trek to Ellesmera, they were caught in the elven celebration of the spring. Their lyrical magic that wove through the forest when they sang sent all animals alive with the quest for a mate, and the plants all bloomed their fullest, the elven magic helping the forest to grow for another year. He also remembered the feelings of unbridled urge to run and join the haunting magic of the fey elven people.
Yes, Saphira snorted. I too was affected by the magics that day. She looked at Eragon, and he saw her eyes soften as she gazed at him. But did you ever wonder why, out of all the places I could have gone, I flew to you? The male fumbled, not even realizing after all this time the connection between the two. I could not explain it myself, she continued. I felt the burning desire deep inside me, as all the creatures of the forest did. But more than that, I felt the urge to return to you. Saphira leaned over to gently rub her snout against his neck. When I waited in the clearing the day after, I thought about my actions. It was then, I think, I truly started to wonder if you were starting to be more than a Rider to me.
Eragon returned the gentle nuzzle, eager to hear more of Saphira's words. Listening to her talk, seeing anew light in all they had been through, it made him understand his own feelings and how they may have laid buried all this time. The dragoness sighed, starting to relax as she finally spoke her mind about everything she had felt and wondered for so long. It felt uplifting to open up to Eragon. Even though they were linked, there were still parts of themselves that a Rider or dragon would keep private. Now though, with barely any barriers left between them, Saphira was able to let Eragon in to the deepest part of her mind.
But what made me realize it most of all, she whispered, holding her nose to his jaw, was that day on the Stone of Broken Eggs. Her frame shivered with the memory of her mistaken attempt to court Glaedr. The feeling of his anger and rejection still stung partially. When I was rejected by Glaedr, and hiding in that cave, I felt alone, unwanted. I thought that was it; the last male in existence didn't want me. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and Eragon instinctively put his wing around her. The small snuffles and sobs still came, however, as the proud dragoness finally let go of her courage. I thought Fate had abandoned me and my race, and I...I wished... Saphira whimpered, and Eragon grew frightened at just how dark her pain was. I wished that I had died with my mother, so that I wouldn't have to bear the pain of being the last dragon, she cried.
Saphira...Eragon whined, trying to nuzzle her.
The dragoness sniffed for a moment, pulling herself back under control. But then...you came, she whispered, raising her eyes to look at her Rider, who now looked back at her with the eyes of a dragon. At the time I felt most unwanted and alone, you came...for me. You showed me that no matter the darkness this life would try and force upon us, you would be there for me. At that moment, I knew you were more than just a Rider to me. More...than just a friend. Saphira's eyes shone with happiness, and a small gurgle left her. You...were mine.
The dragoness coughed in her throat, blinking away the moisture that had welled up in her eyes. From that moment on, I took the events of that day as a sign. A sign that you and I were more than just a Rider and dragon. You were all I really had, Eragon. My only family. With each day that passed afterwards, I only felt my bond with you grow stronger, and I knew...I knew...I would always have you.
But...what about Firnen? Eragon asked slowly, almost regretting the words as they left him.
Saphira sat straighter, an strange sense of resolve coming over her. Firnen was...she sighed. He was not a mistake, but neither was he the right one. He was simply an opportunity to relieve the feeling of solitude, to know I was not alone as the last of my race. Looking back now, I acted out of sheer instinct at seeing another of my race - a male - as free and eager to meet me as I was him. She looked down at her paws, almost as if asking Eragon for forgiveness. When I saw your reaction at seeing Arya again, I felt like this was the way it had to be. You with her, and me with him. What happened between Firnen and I was the result of loneliness and intincts. She looked up at Eragon once more. If I had known then what I know now, Eragon, I would have waited for you. I'm...I'm sorry.
Eragon was silent for a moment, the sighed and rubbed her back with his wing. You need not apologize, Saphira. I understand the loneliness you felt, only to have it vanish when you met him. All I wished to know was...was that...
Saphira silenced him with a tender bite to his neck, purring softly. You are the one who has my heart now, Eragon. Yes, I felt something for Firnen, but it pales in comparison to what I felt for you all that time...what I feel now. You are the one I love. You...are the one I want. Now, and forever. You always will be, my one and only.
Eragon tightened his wing around her, holding her close. He allowed his insecurities to wash away. If Saphira still had feelings for Firnen, he reasoned, they would not be where they were right now. He ran his jaw soothingly along her neck, trying to comfort her as he hummed to her. You are not the only one who had such a revelation in Ellesmera, he rumbled eventually. I started to think similar thoughts of you, after Arya rejected my advances during the Blood-Oath Celebration. He nosed her snout, bringing their eyes to meet once more. After all, you were the only one who came after me that night, too. I think that was the night I started to feel closer and closer to you as well, as the lines between 'friend' and something more started to vanish.
Saphira laughed, despite herself. Why couldn't we have just figured this out then? she snorted, rubbing her head with his. We could have saved ourselves so much trouble. The male flashed his fangs in a grin.
Aye, too bad we are both as stubborn as rock itself.
The dragoness growled amorously, and nibbled on the skin of Eragon's neck. Regardless, what's passed is done. There is no sense in trying to change it now. She pushed her snout against his, growling happily. I have you, and to me, that is all I need.
Eragon rumbled, and gently nibbled on Saphira's lipless mouth, initiating the strange dragon kiss they had found the night before. Without pause, Saphira returned the affection, and both dragon's tasted the flavor of their chosen partner, the heat in their bellies washing over their faces and hindquarters. Eragon started to laugh, and before long, Saphira joined in, the simple rush of giddiness causing them to snort and growl as they kissed. Breaking apart, Saphira placed her forehead against his, purring softly. Nothing else matters now to me, she whispered. Nothing...but you.
I love you, Eragon hummed, licking her muzzle. With a brief flick of this mind, he gave a signal to the other mind waiting a distance away.
And I love you, my Eragon, Saphira purred, holding her head against his. Always...and forever. She hummed and nuzzled Eragon, then, as the male gave a small chuckle, she looked up, and gasped as she saw what was around them.
Falling gently around them in the breeze, were what looked like soft leaves. But as Saphira looked closer, she saw what they truly were. Rose petals. Looking back at Eragon, the male simply grinned and watched her as she took in the sight around them. She raised her head to look at the willow tree, knowing such a thing wasn't possible, and yet, there it was. Fragile rose petals blooming on the branches of the willow, only to fall gently in the breeze around them, their sweet smell cascading on the wind. Saphira watched as they fell like aromatic snow, her heart catching as she turned to Eragon. How...? she whispered.
A little help from a friend, he hummed, rubbing his nose with hers. Do you like it?
Eragon...its lovely, she rumbled softly. Although dragons did not do such displays to illustrate their desire for someone, Saphira didn't care. With Eragon, she knew their relationship would be out of the ordinary for traditional wild dragons, as his human side – and the part of humanity within her because of their bond – would no doubt mix with that of their dragon instincts and rituals. She knew from her teachings with Oromis that humans and elves alike held the rose as a symbol of romance, one that spoke volumes when it came to courtships rituals.
The dark blue male hummed with pride as he saw the look in Saphira's eyes at the gesture, and readied himself for the next step. Come swimming with me, he murmured, nuzzling her jaw. Wordlessly, Saphira rose with him and followed him to the lagoon, where they eased themselves into the cool water. Eragon took a breath and dove under, his sparkling hide seeming to meld with the clear water. Saphira mirrored his actions, and the two began to twist gently through the clear mountain water. Like when they would fly, it was a gentle play underwater as they swam together, coming close then twisting away, only surfacing for air when needed. The water felt cool on their skin, even though the fire inside them kept them warm.
The two dragons rose to refill their lungs with fresh air, when Eragon moved over closer to Saphira. Without so much as a word, he gently grabbed her forelegs with his, and the dragoness instinctively used her hind legs to pull the rest of their bodies together. Pressed together, the pair sank back beneath the water's surface and began to swim as one. In reminiscence of their courtship flight, Eragon and Saphira twisted and rolled through the water, holding their partner close to them as they swam together. Saphira stared at Eragon as they moved through the crystal clear medium like the sea serpents of legend. Their eyes were as locked together as when they had flown as one, the two dragons merging their minds until their were only them once more. Saphira felt the echo of Eragon's heartbeat match her own, as their bodies fell into sync as their minds merged. Letting go, the dragoness laid her head against Eragon's neck, letting him guide them through the water as she surrendered to the passion and joy flowing through them.
The two danced under the water gracefully until the air in their lungs ached to be replaced, and they slowly surfaced, hanging onto one another all the way until they broke the surface. Slowly, they pulled apart, both physically and mentally, even though it felt as if their connection was still stronger than before. Saphira followed Eragon as he slowly strode into the shallow waters and up onto the shore, their scaled hides sparkling with water droplets. Eragon, that was...she said softly.
I'm glad you liked it, he chuckled, running his tail along her flank. The idea just came to me this morning. The male fluttered his wings and stretched, arching his back like a cat. I'm sure you'll like the next part as well.
Oh? Saphira purred, rubbing herself up against him. Truthfully, the longer she was forced to wait until their mating, the less she seemed to mind. Eragon's attempts to romance her, while very human in nature, still managed to make her heart swell, and she was eager to see what else the romantic male had in store for them.
The male laid down on the grassy rise, stretching his muscular body out. Aye, a nice sunny nap...one of your favorite pastimes, if I remember correctly. Saphira simply growled in amusement as she laid next to her partner, already feeling the warm rays of the midday sun shining on her hide. The pair of dragons stretched out, letting the warmth and heat dry their scales and relax them. Saphira rolled her head over to touch Eragon's as she rolled onto her back, letting the sun warm her chest and belly. A playful rub of his wing, and Eragon tickled the scales of her underside, making the two chuckle and laugh in each others mind.
While we dry, you can make that tickle a snuggle, she purred, nuzzling his head with hers.
An afternoon cuddle? Hmm...I'm sure I could manage that. Rolling onto his side, Eragon invited Saphira closer, and the dragoness scooted over so her back was against Eragon's belly. Slowly, as if shy, the male draped a foreleg around her, holding her around the midsection. A deep purr from Saphira let him know she was comfortable, and Eragon relaxed into the embrace. Saphira swished her tail gently, rubbing it against Eragon's own tail and hindquarters.
They lay there contentedly for a time, soaking up the midday sun. Between the sun's warmth and the heat from Eragon, Saphira felt herself succumbing to the call of a nap, but at the same time, she wanted to talk to her partner more, feeling like they had not spoken in forever. Eragon?
Mmm...?
The dragoness shuffled against him gently. I've told you how I came to see you as more than my Rider, she said softly. How...how did you start to see me like this?
Hmm...I guess it's only fair, he chuckled, running his jaw along the back of her head. The male was silent for a moment or two, gathering his thoughts, before he went one. In many ways, it happened the same way you described to me. A gentle rub from his paw along her belly, and Eragon chose his words. Through all that we experienced, I felt myself grow closer to you everyday. Not just in our bond, but as soul-partners as well. After Arya's rejection at the Ceremony, you were all I had to turn to, and as such, I found a new comfort in your presence like never before. You were my one solace...the one being I knew I would always have with me.
He paused, a little embarrassed at being so open, but like Saphira before him, felt the relaxing sensation of finally opening up to her about all that he felt. When we returned to the Varden, I was reminded of another instance that showed me a new light, he went on. Seeing Angela again, made me think of the prophecy she read of my in Teirm. I started to wonder if there might be another interpretation of it. Saphira turned her head to look at the male holding her, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Eragon parted his jaws in a smile, and nudged her nose with his. Don't you remember it?
Yes...but I want to hear it.
Eragon chuckled, and rubbed her belly. I was told that an epic romance was in my future, one extraordinary and strong enough to outlast empires. . The object of my desires would be of noble birth and heritage, and she would be powerful, wise, and beautiful beyond compare. For the longest time, my mind was dead-set that it meant Arya, even if I had started to wonder about someone else after the Blood-Oath Ceremony. A gentle squeeze illustrated his point as he went on. But after revisiting all that I felt for you, becoming a dragon, and becoming closer to you this past week...The male sighed, then pulled Saphira into him, rolling her over so that they lie chest to chest, and Eragon could look her in the eyes. Now that I see past my narrow vision, I realize that the one it spoke of was right in front of me all this time.
Moisture welled up in Saphira's eyes at his words, but a gentle nudge of her snout urged him on. Her heart wanted to hear it, in his own words, so that she knew he believed it. Eragon grinned again, a slight trail of warmth tracing his cheeks as he went on. None are as powerful as you on the field of battle, he hummed. You felled dozens of soldiers at the same time I would fell one or two. But not just in battle; you fly with such grace and power, that even Glaedr said he had never seen a dragon more adept in the air. Saphira rumbled at the compliment, and nudged him again to continue. 'Wise' is too mundane a term for one such as you, as your ancestral memories give you the knowledge and experiences of countless generations. You are the very embodiment of wisdom, Saphira, as are all dragons. Young and juvenile you may be at times, he joked, earning a playful nibble, but you have also been my guide more often than my own mind.
Eragon rumbled deep in his chest, running a paw gently down her side as Saphira cuddled a bit closer. And beauty...he whispered, eyes trailing along her form. Human or dragon, I know there is not a sight in the world that evokes my wonder as much as you. As I said that day in Ellesmera, no dragon is ugly, and you my Saphira, are the fairest of all. He leaned down to nuzzle the side of her neck, taking in her sweet scent. Now more than ever, as I see you with the proper eyes, Eragon chuckled, making Saphira giggle with the compliment. Her tail twitched again, wrapping around Eragon's and squeezing gently. The male pulled back to look into her eyes again. As for noble birth and heritage, why, that's the easiest of all. You are a dragon, and no race deserves the title of noble more than you. Proud, wise, and nearly timeless, even the madness of a fallen Rider could not take your race away from this world.
Eragon ran his paws down her sides again, nearly breathless at the emotional weight of his little speech. You are everything that prophecy spoke of and more, Saphira, he rumbled. I told you many times before that I loved you, but only now do I see how true my words were. A grin crossed his muzzle again. After all...our love – whatever it may have been before now – did outlast Galbatorix's empire...
Eragon, she sighed, laying her head into his chest once more, as the male held her in his powerful forelegs. She sniffed gently, blinking away the tears his words had evoked, and wrapped his mind with her own, letting her thoughts and emotions say more than words ever could. For a long time, they simply laid there, basking in the feeling of one another pressed against them. You certainly know how to flatter a female, Saphira finally quipped, nibbling on his jaw playfully.
My day isn't up just yet, he reminded her, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Looking skyward, he saw that the sun had begun its afternoon descent; in a few short hours, evening would be upon them. There was still one more thing he wanted to give Saphira before tonight. Reaching out to touch the minds of the Eldunari, he asked for their help in his last little gift to Saphira. Without hesitation, the ancient dragons agreed, more than a few impressed with the young male's attempts at courtship. Pulling back to Saphira, Eragon grinned down at her. We have some time before my last little surprise. What would you like to do, Saphira?
The dragoness growled warmly, and nuzzled his chest. Honestly, as long as I'm with you, anything would be wonderful. Even just laying here for another hour or two.
You don't want to hunt one last time? Store energy for later? Eragon tried playfully. Saphira simply growled again, licking his neck.
Why? Plan on going all night? The male blushed as his teasing was turned around on him, and Saphira's laugh echoed in his mind. She purred amorously, gliding her belly and abdomen against his, making the male shudder and growl involuntarily, his hind legs rubbing hers. I would certainly be impressed.
Yes, well...Eragon mumbled, looking away from the chuckling female. Let's just see if my courage doesn't fail me before then.
Saphira snorted, and ran her tail suggestively along the underside of his. You won't need courage, she grinned. Just-
Saphira! he snorted, feeling the dragoness' actions begin to elicit a response. Regretfully, he let go of her to roll onto his belly, one again hiding his aroused maleness from the teasing female.
Oh, come now, Eragon, she sighed in mock exasperation. Even a few short hours away, and you still won't let it just happen? Its only another way your affection makes itself known...
Eragon snorted, and tried to ignore her. Forgive me, Saphira, but its still rather embarrassing...'revealing' myself in such a way before we...er...
We are to be mates, are we not? she countered. A small nod from the male, and she snorted indignantly. Then it is as good as mine, and I should be allowed to see it. Eragon simply stared at her, bewildered by her sudden twist on possession of him as her mate. Saphira held his stare with a slightly lust-filled one of her own. Considering what we will be doing, isn't it a little silly to deny this step in our bond?
Eragon paused, then grinned despite himself. Wouldn't you rather wait until later, so it is a surprise?
Oh ancestors, she huffed, rolling her eyes as Eragon laughed. Saphira seethed at his defences, knowing her Eragon was just being silly and insecure. In fact... Are you afraid it won't be up to the challenge...little one? Saphira growled, turning the tables once more. The deadpan look she got from Eragon made every word worth it, as the male lay stunned at her embarrassing insinuation.
I...you...er...Eragon spluttered, his dark blue cheeks now quite noticeably red underneath. His male pride almost made him roll over right there, to defend his honor, but his sheer embarrassment froze him in place. Saphira simply sat, growling and chuckling at him, while Eragon fumbled over his words. Not funny, he finally snorted.
Oh, come now, my Eragon. Why should we hide ourselves from one another? she hummed, rolling over to show him her belly. Eragon saw that she was opening herself up to him, as a sign of acceptance. His tail twitched on its own, as if wanting to caress her lower belly. A brief snort, and he brought the wandering appendage back to his side, making himself growl in awkwardness. Saphira looked at him in confusion. Don't you want to see me like this, Eragon? she asked softly. The dragoness shuffled closer, nearly pressing up against him again, trying to tell him it was okay. Again, his tail twitched, as if to reach out and rub against her, and Saphira hummed gently. It's alright, Eragon. I'm yours.
I...I'm sorry, Saphira, he sighed, bringing his tail back under control. He saw the slight hurt in her eyes, and whined apologetically. I do want you, he sighed. I'm just...so unsure of myself.
I understand, Saphira said softly, although she remained laying as she was. Her tail reached out and tried caressing his again, but this time he didn't pull away, and the dragoness felt a little better. She knew it was all still new to Eragon, despite the want deep inside her. They stroked each others tail softly, letting the gentle stimulation allow Eragon to become comfortable with it. Slowly, he rolled slightly onto his side, so that his paw could reach out and touch her underside. His maleness was still hidden beneath his belly, but Saphira didn't press. She knew they would have to take this slowly. I will wait as long as needed, she assured him, then smiled. As long as it is just until tonight.
Eragon stared at his paw as he caressed her underside, noticing the increase in Saphira's scent once again. He let his guard down slightly, taking her words to heart. They were to be mates soon, conjugated by the events that would take place tonight. If he didn't start allowing himself to embrace this side of their dragon ways, he would never find the courage. Unbidden, Saphira's tail traced along his, dipping underneath and running along his hind legs, the dragoness growling softly. Eragon shivered at her touch, as her tail approached the space between his legs, but she never went any father. The dragoness was respectful in her exploration, not going any farther than his legs, knowing she was already much farther than this morning. See? she whispered. It's alright, Eragon. This is simply our way.
The male sighed, as his own tail rubbed along hers, reaching towards the base. It does feel nice, he admitted, allowing his paw to run along the lower part of her belly. Eragon relaxed somewhat, surrendering to the fact that he would have to conquer his nerves sooner or later. He locked eyes with Saphira, and she took the silent message, pulling herself close to Eragon as she could while they lay like this. Then, still looking into his eyes, she allowed her tail to caress further, slowly and gently, until she rubbed along Eragon's most private area. She felt the warmth of the male, and couldn't help the grin that parted her jaws. Saphira nodded gently, as Eragon began moving his own tail forward, the male's shy touches reaching deeper until he too was rubbing between Saphira's hind legs, and a small snort left her.
The dragoness twitched at his touch, causing her tail to rub against him more, in turn making Eragon shiver with the sensations. The male growled softly, feeling Saphira's tail running against his sensitive underside. The awkward part of his human mind felt like jumping up and retreating several steps, but he willed himself to lay there as he and Saphira explored one another. What felt like hours lasted mere moments, but the heat that washed between their hind legs, their stomachs and their faces, made Eragon and Saphira nearly dizzy with the feeling. Then, by unspoken consent, both dragons pulled their tails back, last little shivers leaving them. Eragon let out a long sigh, still shuffling on his belly as Saphira hummed softly. See? she said again gently. That wasn't so bad, was it?
No, Eragon admitted, trying to ignore the more pleasant sensations her tail had caused. Still, it was a step in the right direction, knowing one way or another, tonight he would be going all in. Expressing his feelings for Saphira, telling her how much he loved her was not the problem. But the act of consummating that love still made him nervous, as he prepared to give himself to her in the most pure and passionate of ways. It wasn't...so bad, he mumbled softly.
Well, now you know partially what to expect tonight, Saphira purred, nuzzling the length of his neck. I know you are still nervous, but trust me, everything will work out. I'm sure you will be wonderful, she smiled, making Eragon relax even more.
I hope so, he growled. I wouldn't want to make a bad impression our first time.
Saphira's grin widened, and she growled lustfully in her throat. No...from what I could tell, you will should do quite well. Again, the male looked away in embarrassment, his face heating up once more. Several days ago, he was awkward about Saphira teaching him to play as a dragon. Now they were hours away from something that made that seem so trivial. Saphira shuffled closer to lay against Eragon, humming as she laid her head atop his. The male sighed, and relaxed under her touch, simply enjoying the moment as they laid under the sun together. Eragon flicked his eyes skyward again, and noticed the sun was beginning to sink towards the mountain peaks. Their little 'talk' and period of cuddling had burned away another hour or so. It was time to finish this day, and draw up what courage he had left.
Saphira? he asked, rubbing his flank against hers. Let's go flying. There's one more thing I have for you. The dragoness growled happily pulling away from her companion to stand and stretch her wings. Eragon stood as well, readying himself for the task. Pumping is wings, the male urged his body into the air, followed closely by Saphira as she trailed him upwards. A few playful snaps at his tail, and the male chuckled deep in his chest, leading Saphira higher and higher above the valley.
The two dragons flew and arced though the air, steadily climbing higher as the ground shrank beneath them. Eragon reached out and felt the presence of the Eldunari in their magical envelope, ready to help the young male with his final task. As Saphira and Eragon rose towards the top reaches of the mountains, the dark blue male came in to glide above Saphira. She looked up curiously at him, wondering just what he was planning, only to give a small yelp of surprise as he dropped down, atop her, his powerful forelegs reaching around her midsection. Her wings stopped flapping, hanging limply on either side of her as the male tried to hold her. Eragon! What are you-
Do you trust me? he asked softly. Almost instantly, Saphira stopped struggling, and let Eragon take her weight, although her mind still raced trying to figure out what he was up to.
Always.
Eragon growled happily, then used his hind legs to wrap around hers, effectively holding the female beneath him as he flew. With Saphira secure in his grasp, to started flapping his wings harder, now flying for two. A small lick to the back of her neck made Saphira shiver. Close your eyes, he whispered.
Again, Saphira felt the urge to ask what he was doing, but she stopped herself, and let her eyes close, her body wriggling with excitement at whatever her Eragon was attempting to do.
Although her eyes were closer, Saphira could still feel the goings-on around her as she let Eragon carry her through the sky. She could feel the air temperature drop slightly, indicating he was taking them higher. At first, she worried that Eragon would not be used to flying with her weight, being that only she had carried him thus far in their games of playing and hunting. Nonetheless, she felt herself glide through the air beneath Eragon, his muscular legs wrapped around her and holding her close. A part of her grew giddy at the intimate closeness of their bodies, feeling every shift and movement in the male's body as it pressed against her.
Through their connection, Saphira felt Eragon's slight strain as he flew with her in his arms, and briefly worried that it might be too much for him. Just as she was about to voice her concerns however, she felt a surge of energy and strength infuse with him, and the strain all but disappeared. It took her a moment to recognize the touch of the Eldunari within his mind, the ancient dragons lending the young male their strength to fly with Saphira in his grip. Now she was even more curious as to what he was trying to do for her.
For an untold amount of time, Saphira let Eragon carry her through the sky, wondering just what it was he was trying to do. Several times, she tried to speak up and ask, only to be shushed by a gentle humming from the male. After the third time, Eragon hummed to her constantly, almost singing in a draconic way, to reassure her that everything was fine. The dragoness relaxed in his grip, letting the soothing sound of his humming and the warmth of his body so close to hers carry her like his wings. Just as she was enjoying the peaceful flight held by her companion, she felt Eragon touch her mind.
Open your eyes...
Saphira opened her eyes, and nearly gasped at what she saw. They were far above the valley floor, nearly level with the snowy summits of the massive mountains that ringed their new home. The air was cool running over their hides, but the warmth from Eragon's body pressing into hers made it seem trivial. But it was the sunset that made her breathing slow.
The setting sun blazed across the snowy mountain tops, refracting and shining in a multitude of colors. The dominant blues and greens that her dragon eyes primarily favored were there, but the normally less vibrant oranges and reds were just was powerful, the light being reflected and enhanced by the pure white snow of the mountains. The array of colors washed over the valley from this vantage point, making the lagoon where they had been swimming shine like a polished jewel, and the sparkling white snow of the peaks danced like stars under the dying rays of the sun. Here, floating above the world, Saphira saw the true beauty of their new home, and the moisture fell from her eyes without restraint.
This is our whole world, Eragon whispered to her, his snout next to her head as if whispering in her ear. Our new home...our new life. She felt the male tighten his grip on her, holding her as close to him as he could, the male purring deep in his chest. We left everything we've ever known behind, in the hopes of starting anew. And we were rewarded. We found peace. We found a home. We found a new path.
Then, she felt the male lean down more, his head rubbing against hers as he licked along her jaw, his massive wings beating steady to keep them aloft. But you know what? I would give it all up again...for you. Before us lays the perfect place to restart the Riders and the race of dragons, as well as a home to provide for us for countless generations; everything we could ever want or need in this world or the next. But I would give it all up...everything in the world...because all I need is you, Saphira.
Er-Eragon, she sniffed, barely restraining her emotions as Eragon finally proclaimed the extent of his love for her. He was showing her all that they had, all their worldly desires and possessions, only to tell her it was all trivial when compared to her. Eragon was showing her the one thing in all the world he truly needed to be happy...was the one thing he was holding in his arms.
I love you, Saphira Brightscales, he purred. You are my world.
I love you, Eragon...my Eragon, she whispered, leaning back to lick his jaw.
They glided gently through the air, taking in the amazing sight their domain offered them as Eragon eased them slowly back down, spiralling in large, lazy circles. Saphira let herself fall into Eragon's embrace, both mental and physical, surrendering to the other half of her soul. So caught up in his touch and his presence, she failed to notice as they came into land on the balcony that lead to their cave. Their home.
With gentle paws, Eragon set her down on the stone cliff, before alighting himself beside her. Before he could get a word in, Saphira pressed her chest up against his and began nibbling on his maw, the dragoness growling deeply. Eragon never hesitated, and began nibbling back, deepening their strange draconic kiss as his tongue flicked out to touch hers. He tasted Saphira in his mouth, and his nose was filled with her sweet scent, as both dragons let all defences and restraint fall away. Every doubt, every second thought, every bit of awkwardness fell away as the two dragons surrendered to their feelings, and more importantly, the fire of the love building in their bellies.
The kept at it for minutes, before Saphira pulled away and flashed her fangs at him. With suggestive movements, the dragoness sauntered into the cave, swaying her hindquarters from side to side, Eragon's eyes following every movement. Her eyes sparkled with desire, and she growled again, deep and rich. Saphira flicked her tail along his snout, her scent washing over him as Eragon drank in her form. She watched over her shoulder as she disappeared into the cave, calling him with a soft croon.
Eragon sucked in a deep breath, the last of his jitters falling away as he slowly padded after her. His gut twisted, nearly making him sick with nerves, but he bared down, and managed to nip at her flank as they vanished into they vanished into their cave.
It was time.
Okay, I know I said 'long chapter' but wow...I really went on, didn't I? Don't take this as a staple length for chapters now. I simply felt like this one needed to be big.
I hope I didn't "over-fluff" anyone, but I wanted to pour it all out in this chapter. Really illustrate the passion these two have come to find for one another, and of course, the explanation of how it all came to be. The Firnen-part may come off as slightly shallow, but trust me, there is more on that to come. (*wink*)
Of course, this means the next chapter will be nothing but passion. Shorter, yes, but oh so sweet. :p
Again, the entire mating scene(s) will be contained to one chapter in itself, so that those that wish to skip over it may do so. This means a shorter chapter in terms of length, perhaps, but nothing else but the mating and related fluff/dialogue will really be in it. I promise, no major plot will be revealed in it, so that by skipping the mating scene, you don't miss an important piece of the story later on. I will try to make it as drawn out, passionate, and descriptive as normal chapters, while still trying to make it more romantic than graphic.
Still, be prepared for a true M-rated encounter, as this is your official content warning from here on out.
Until next time!