DISCLAIMER; I don't own Inheritance cycle or anything about it. That'd be cool though.
Three years after the end of Inheritance.
Saphira sat alone by a stream thinking and longing. It had been three years since she and Eragon had left their home forever. Three years with almost no outside contact. It was spring in their new home, full of fresh growth, warmer weather and new life. It was also Saphira's mating cycle.
With the only other dragons in existence being either too far away, or the new younglings, Saphira had not mated in three whole years. As such she was desperate. To make matters worse the three young dragons who had hatched were all female, no help even if she wanted it. Three years of isolation would drive any two-leg to madness but for dragons, creatures of sexuality and nature, it was even worse.
With the spring came the elven holiday of rebirth, the Dagshelgr celebration. The number of elves had increased over the years, especially with the birth of new dragons, and they had planted enough trees to warrant the celebration, not that they'd refuse in the middle of the desert. Listening to the music, Saphira could tell the festival had peaked, it was just after midnight, although the full moon added enough light to see by. Saphira had decided not to go due to the lack of a mate, Eragon had not declined and was thus entranced in the elven songs. Not wanting to be affected Saphira had separated herself from Eragon completely, or as completely as rider and dragon can ever be.
Due to the music, and being lost in thought, Saphira didn't notice the elf approaching until she was almost in the clearing. Turning to look at the noise, an enchanted elf is not quiet, Saphira noticed her right as she stepped into a beam of moonlight at the edge of the clearing. She was wearing a plain but fine green dress the color of leaves in their prime, fitting for the holiday. Like most elves she was beyond human beauty, a lovely soft face that was beautiful but not unearthly so, tall enough but not freakishly so, blond hair but not brightly so. The only features that stood out among elves were her curves. Unlike most elves she sported a large chest, somewhere around DD Saphira guessed, perky too due to elf magic, and a round butt that was decidedly firm. Saphira thought she looked quite attractive, even for an elf.
"Bright-scales!" she exclaimed, "what are you doing out here, all by yourself? It is the Dagshelgr, nobody should be alone!" like most of the inhabitants of the outpost the music had made her almost drunk, Saphira had had Eragon place wards around her to prevent the effects of the ethereal music.
"Who else would I be with elf? I have no mate and I likely never shall." Saphira said the second half with more than a touch of sadness.
"Well if you have no mate at least you have your rider, surely."
"Perhaps, but he is enjoying the celebration, and I would not steal his happiness so that I may sulk."
The elf seemed to sober a little at that "well then I'll just stay with you, we can celebrate together."
Saphira startled in surprise, then hummed lightly in contentedness. She had been lying on her stomach but now she rolled onto her side to invite the elf women to share in her natural warmth. The elf accepted the obvious invitation and sat down leaning on Saphira's underbelly with her legs spread in front of her. She sat slightly farther down the Eragon usually did, about halfway, so Saphira curled her head around so they might talk face-to-face. This also allowed Saphira to get her first good breath of the elves scent, there was a light breeze blowing from the direction of her tail towards her head. The smell was strong and musky, the clear scent of arousal, which was not unusual for a celebration of new life in the spring, it was practically an elf orgy in the grove! The thought combined with the smell started to make Saphira equally aroused.
It was at this point that Saphira regretted her decision, but she saw no way out of it without offending the elf, and with a race of immortals a grudge can last literal centuries. Unfortunately for her the elf noticed her arousal.
"Getting into the festivities are we, Bright-Scales?" the elf said in amusement.
Saphira did the dragon equivalent of a blush, which didn't amount to much with the scales. "I apologize, it must be the music affecting me, my wards must not be correctly attuned to a dragon." Saphira rushed over her excuse as she didn't believe Eragon had made any mistakes.
The elf laughed "do not fret Bright-Scales, I know what to do." She then turned and looked at Saphira's crotch… and froze. She had been expecting a large open slit, probably pink, but what greeted her was a thick blue shaft, possibly bigger than she was!
The elf marveled at the biggest member she had ever seen. It resembled a human's but lacked a distinct head, the tip was narrower but not much, and it appeared to be made of thick hide like soft leather. The whole thing was a pale blue color, even lighter than Saphira's underbelly. Once the elf broke the spell and managed to look beyond the massive cock, she marveled at Saphira's massive balls. Each one looked to be several times larger than a watermelon, maybe as many as fifteen gallons each! Their sack was composed of a slightly darker skin than the shaft, yet it was almost completely smooth and looked very full.
The elf walked closer, as if in a trance, and stopped when she got to the base of Saphira's shaft. Just behind her penis, partly hidden by her massive sack, was the large vagina the elf had been expecting. It seemed the dragoness had both parts.
Saphira watched the elf examine her in anticipation, would she be disgusted and flee? Or would she accept Saphira's differences? Before Saphira had time to ask the elf dropped to her knees in front of Saphira's shaft, looking directly at the slit, mouth open. Seemingly snapping out of her daze the elf used a spell to remove all her clothing and fold it at the edge of the clearing.
Now kneeling naked in front of a giant dragon penis, which had grown to somewhere around ten feet long and four feet thick, despite not being fully hard yet, the elf placed a tentative hand on the massive tip and began to rub it. Saphira growled in pleasure and spread her legs to give the elf better access. The elf licked her lips and redoubled her efforts in stroking the cock in front of her. Under the tender ministrations Saphira quickly became fully hard. She then rolled over, so she was sitting upright with her dick pointed almost straight up. From this new angle the elf could see that it was around fifteen feet long and probably five feet thick, the elf herself being a mere six and a half feet tall.
The elf hesitantly climbed onto the base of the shaft and then started to worm her way upwards as if climbing a tree. By the time she reached the tip gravity had made the massive pole about parallel to the ground. She then leaned her head down and started to lick the tip of Saphira's giant dick. Immediately a large squirt of precum came out of the slit which only encouraged the elf more. Careful to maintain her grip she slowly slid forward another few inches until her face was level with the tip of the cock. Next she began to eat out the slit! Saphira roared in pleasure, a ten-foot jet of blue flame erupting into the night sky.
Next the elf started to hump Saphira's pole with her arm wrapped, almost, around it and her large breasts pressed against it. The effect to Saphira was similar to a hand job. Due to the constant stimulation Saphira was leaking precum like an elven fountain. But unlike humans' dragons had pores along their members that secreted the stuff instead of relying on the tip. As such it wasn't long before the elf felt as if she was attempting to ride a giant eel.
After about ten minutes of this the elf heard Saphira's breath come faster and noticed her frequently letting out small gouts of flame, clearly the dragon was close. Noticing this made her redouble her efforts to get the dragon off. Within another two minutes Saphira came, roaring loud enough to be heard all the way through the Boer mountains, and shooting flames thirty feet into the air. The elf looked at the slit the moment she felt Saphira tense and was greeted by a literal hose of cum. Unlike human cum it was thicker and a bright blue color, seemingly everything about Saphira was blue! It was also warm to the touch but not boiling, almost like a hot bath on the edge of being too hot. After Saphira stopped cumming, which took a solid minute, the elf looked around the clearing. The whole glen was covered in cum as if it had rained, she supposed in a way it had. In all there must have been a hundred gallons from just one load! Beneath her the elf could feel the massive cock slowly deflating and managed to hop off. Upon landing she almost lost her balance but managed to use Saphira's leg to balance.
It was then that Saphira realized something, her partner had not gotten off! Seeking to remedy this she snaked her head around and gently lowered the elf to the ground with her legs spread. Now Saphira got her first look at the elf's pussy. It was hairless as all elves were, they had no body hair to speak of, and neat too. By the way the folds lay Saphira thought it must be tight. Shame she was much too big, this was a pussy that demanded to be fucked!
The dragoness moved her head forward and slowly extended her tongue until it gently caressed the outside and her inner thighs, careful not to cut her with the spines on her tongue used to strip the skin off prey. With minimal practice and injury Saphira managed to tease her lover for about three minutes before deciding to have mercy and plunge her tongue into the elven snatch in front of her. Luckily for both of them the first foot or so of Saphira's tongue lacked the large spines the rest of it had, and instead had smaller ones that after as pleasure bumps more than anything.
As Saphira got the first eight inches of her tongue in she met solid restience, it must be the entrance to the elf's womb. Deciding she was in as far as she would get, for now, Saphira started to swirl her tongue in random patterns. While Saphira ate her out the elf had no less than three orgasms in as many minutes. In less than five minutes of her ministrations the elf seemed to be tiring out, and judging by the red look to her pussy she was sore too. Saphira pulled out her long tongue and the elf had another orgasm at the sensation. Unfortunately for Saphira she was rock hard again by this point.
Seeing her partner lying on her back covered in juices gave Saphira an idea. She gently reached out and touched the elf's mind, surprisingly neither had thought of this before, and showed her an image of her idea. The elf radiated approval and increased horniness, plus she had had many orgasms to her partner's one. Upon receiving the go ahead Saphira moved into position.
She carefully walked over the elf until her massive cock was hanging over her. Gently lowering herself slowly onto the elf, Saphira managed to line up her tip with the elf's chest, at which point the elf attempted to wrap her breasts around it with little success. Now that both were ready Saphira started to slowly and gently thrust her cock forward and back, effectively using the elf like a sex toy. As the tip and shaft passed above the elf's head she made sure to lick every bit she could reach and even tried to stroke it with her hands to limited success.
An unintended source of stimulation for Saphira came from the tall grass her balls were resting in. Between the back and forth motions and gravity the grass was effectively stroking her sack gently. Between the now full dick stimulation and gentle caressing of her sack, Saphira found herself about to cum again. This time though the elf would not be surprised or stunned! As soon as Saphira started to cum she stopped her pumping and tried to stop her tip just in front of the elf's face. She missed slightly and ended up with it resting on her chest. As soon as she stopped moving, she came another massive load into the clearing, except this time the elf managed to catch some in her mouth.
The taste wasn't as salty as a human or elf's but had an almost gamey flavor, not that the elf knew what game tasted like, but their minds were still linked and Saphira recognized it. It also had the consistency of pudding, almost, and a slight spicy flavor somehow. The elf attributed that to the fireweed the dragoness routinely ate for her fire. After another minute of cumming, Saphira hadn't slackened a bit, the massive cock finally softened completely. Having spent all its energy, the massive pole shrunk to a mere, ha, five feet and retreated into a slit in Saphira's lower region just above her nether lips. The massive testicles, now smaller, followed leaving almost no trace they were ever there.
Upon looking around the clearing the elf concluded that her clothes were likely ruined beyond all repair short of advanced magic and she did not have that kind of energy at the moment. Staggering to the far side of the clearing, the one free of cum anyways, she lay down and stared up at the night sky. She was soon joined by Saphira who lay down around her, much like she did with Eragon. The elf soon drifted off and Saphira lowered her wing over her making her a rough tent. With the elf shielded from the elements and curled against Saphira's warm underbelly, the two slept late into the morning, never separating.