(Sighing). With all of the complaints about me retiring, I guess I really can't. Lol. Looks like I will hang on a bit longer just for those loyal fans. Okay, this chapter is way on the graphic side. Actually more than my last love scene. It is up to you to tell me if the rating needs to go up so please keep me out of trouble here! You should all enjoy this one…once again the scenes are not meant to be nasty or vulgar, only romantic and passionate. If you want nasty, I am quite positive that you can find those in the M rated stories (I actually keep clear of those). Okay, long and good. Enjoy!
Chapter 36: Honeymooners
"Saphira," Eragon gently cooed into her ear. She shivered at his voice. "I love you more than life itself."
"I feel the same way, my love," she replied softly. Eragon lifted his head away from her and turned to the East.
"Thanks to Stave I have to change some plans," he chuckled. "We have to hurry though."
"Where is it that you want to take me?" Saphira asked intently. Both were standing in their tree house, listening to the conversations of the elves below them. Saphira had changed from her wedding dress and Eragon had put on a less casual tunic than the one he wore.
"That would ruin the surprise," Eragon replied. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a black scarf. From there, he moved behind Saphira and placed it over her eyes. "You will ride on me there and I do not want you to peek. Will you trust me?"
"Of course," Saphira replied as he tightened the knot on the blindfold. Eragon stepped back, took off his tunic, and whispered the spell to shift him into his dragon form and crouched down so Saphira could mount him.
Please grab my tunic, Eragon asked politely. He used his claws to pick it up and place it in her hands. It was rather difficult for her to mount him, being blindfolded, but she managed thanks to Eragon's directions.
Hold on, Eragon advised, as he spread his wings and took flight. Saphira placed all of her trust in her new husband and smiled widely as they flew.
Is it the cliffs? Saphira asked.
It was going to be, Eragon replied. Stave ruined our visit. Now I had to drop one to get to the other.
The other? Saphira dug deeper. What do you mean?
I have another area that I want us to go to, Eragon explained, careful not to give out too much information. No more questions dear. We are going to be there soon. Saphira sighed and Eragon snorted loudly. He caught a cool updraft and ascended higher into the air. After a short flight, he touched down on the top of a rocky mountain.
You may remove the scarf, love, Eragon said cheerfully, as he crouched down again for her to dismount him. She smiled again and took off her blindfold, only to stare wide-eyed at what was before here.
The Stone of Broken Eggs? Saphira asked in astonishment. Eragon nodded his large scaly head.
This is where our relationship grew together, Eragon mentioned. I remember watching the sun fall at these peaks.
I remember it quite well dear, Saphira replied, stroking the scales on her husband's side. He growled with pleasure from her touch.
That is not all, Eragon said mischievously. He began padding forward on the hard rocky ground until he stopped at the edge of a steep cliff that overlooked the forests of Ellesmera. Come and sit beside me. Eragon said the words to change him again and waited for Saphira to hand him his tunic. He slipped it on and led Saphira to the edge of the cliff to where they sat there.
"You will never believe this," Eragon exclaimed, as he briefly looked to his side. They were facing south and the sunset was just to their right side, but the sunset was not the important factor.
"What is it?" Saphira asked curiously. Eragon pointed out towards the forest and grinned.
"This is something the elves have created for us," Eragon explained. "Watch!" Suddenly, two bright lines streaked across the sky, only to explode loudly in red and green fireballs. The noise caused Saphira to jump, but Eragon gently grabbed her by her shoulder to steady her nerves. Three more streaks shot upwards and combined in the air to design a beautiful array of multicolored balls of flame. Saphira's eyes widened and her mouth was agape as Eragon wrapped his arm around her to pull her in closer.
"They call these 'fireworks,'" Eragon informed, still smiling at her amusement.
"They are beautiful!" she exclaimed breathlessly, watching four more streaks explode in the air. "You are always full of surprises."
"I aim to please, darling," Eragon said with a heavy chuckle. "This is the highest point in the forest. If we went to the cliffs, these could not be seen."
"I understand," Saphira sighed, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. They sat together in each other's arms while the fireworks continued in front of them; neither wanting to let go.
"Here is the finale!" Eragon shouted joyously. "Someone told me that Ayra planned this just for us."
"What is it?" Saphira asked. Suddenly, the sky was filled with different color streaks of red, green, blue, and purple. Every streak exploded at the right time to create a fiery wall of different colors in the night air. Suddenly, the different colors began to merge together in the sky to form a picture of something that was not quite clear to them, until it was finished.
"ERAGON!" Saphira yelled happily. "Arya did this? Look!" She pointed to the picture, which showed the faces of Eragon, Saphira, who was in dragon form, and their son, Draken. It was beautifully created and there was no flaw.
Just like a fairth, Arya's voice chimed in weakly. I hope it did not disappoint.
No, Eragon replied, pulling Saphira closer to him. I know that was a difficult task, and we thank you dearly for it.
You saved me, Arya replied. Consider this a favor that was returned. Eragon smiled as she shut of the communication link and turned to gaze at his wife.
"This was the surprise," Eragon said, playing with her blonde locks. "Arya just added onto it."
"It was very kind of her," Saphira replied with a sweet, gentle smile. "What else do you have planned, my sweet love?"
"It is dark now," Eragon sighed. "I really do not know." Saphira laughed and stood up. From there she slid off her blue tunic to pull off her underwear.
"This time, you are flying on me!"
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"Uncle?" Draken asked Murtagh, who was sitting on a fallen tree. Murtagh looked up at the dragon and smiled, realizing that he was getting larger by the day.
"Yes?" Murtagh replied kindly, climbing up to his feet.
"Why are we out here at night?"
"We shall sleep under the stars little nephew," Murtagh explained. "Thorn and I will be beside you."
"Why sleep outside when we have a home in Elle…Elles…?"
"Ellesmera?" Muragh finished with a smile. "You mother and father need the house tonight. We will make this an amusing matter, Draken. Will you give it a chance?" Suddenly, the familiar sound of beating wings filled the night air. "Dinner has arrived!" Murtagh looked up and whistled.
What did you catch? He asked his dragon.
I managed to catch two deer next to the stream, Thorn replied. They should do nicely.
Thank you friend, Murtagh said as Thorn touched down with his hind legs. In Thorns arms lay two large deer. Thorn turned to look at Draken.
Here you go, Thorn said, dropping one of the deer in front of Draken, who pounced on it excitedly.
"When will I be able to hunt like my father?" Draken asked, biting into the meat of the fallen deer. Thorn and Murtagh both chuckled.
"Soon, nephew," Murtagh replied. "We will work on it tonight."
"I want father to teach me!" Draken snapped, while licking the blood off of his chops. "He is so wise."
Well then, Thorn replied, I suppose we will have to find something else to do tonight. Any ideas, Rider?
I have none.
"Uncle?" Draken asked. "How come mother and father need our home?" Murtagh chocked and coughed for a second.
"You are not old enough to understand that one yet."
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Saphira tossed her underwear to Eragon and slipped on her tunic again. She said the spell and transformed into her true self, crouching low so Eragon could mount her.
"Where are you going to take me?" Eragon asked out loud, holding her underwear in one hand and the spike on her neck with the other. She snorted.
This time, it is my surprise! Saphira exclaimed lustfully. Hold on to something, and hold on tight.
I only have one hand! Eragon snapped playfully. Suddenly, Saphira leapt into the sky and dove down from the cliff. She opened up her wings and quickly soared into the air, beating her wings faster to gain more momentum.
We have not flown together in quite a while, she said gently, as if she was not even tired from beating her wings so rapidly. I know that you have missed having a flight…like this.
I have, Eragon admitted. Show me what you got, my love! Saphira growled softly and dove to the forest, just grazing the tops of the trees with her claws. Eragon held on tightly with his free hand and laughed uncontrollably at the immense feeling of being so…free.
"I can never grow tired of this!" Eragon shouted over the wind in his face. Saphira looked back and gazed at him with her bright sapphire eyes.
"They are doing it again!" He exclaimed. "They are glowing."
No idea why, Saphira replied. It seems that they only do it at night…?
…When we are together, Eragon finished. It must mean something about our love. Saphira growled again and rolled to the left; she was so close to the trees that Eragon could have pulled off branches while she rolled.
We are almost there! Saphira panted suddenly. It was not a tired type of pant, but more passionate. It was if she was anxious to reach her destination. Eragon looked ahead to see that she was flying straight for Ellesmera; straight for their home.
"What are you doing?" Eragon asked, but Saphira didn't answer. Instead, she picked up her speed and pushed forward towards the home. She flew through the entrance and slid across the hardwood floor, tossing Eragon on the bed in front of her. He laughed and dropped her underwear on the floor.
"At least it was a soft landing," he muttered comically, as he got back to his feet. Saphira turned to face the house's entrance.
I am sorry, she replied with a small giggle. I was having so much fun. Eragon walked over to her and placed his hand on her side. She shuddered at his touch and shot out a gentle whisk of smoke. They both stood silently as they watched the dark forest from inside their home until Saphira craned her neck to lick Eragon's cheek.
"What do you want?" Eragon asked jokingly. Saphira growled.
I am sure that you can guess, Saphira replied huskily. We have the home to ourselves. Eragon broke into a nervous laughter.
I did tell you what was done during a honeymoon, huh? Eragon thought to her, making her hum loudly in approval. She nudged his head with her snout.
Will you give me a daughter this time? Saphira asked. Eragon smiled mischievously and grabbed her by her nostrils to look into her sapphire eyes. Neither one looked away.
"Honia!" Eragon chanted, still holding Saphira's nostrils. He transformed and ripped the tunic off of his body, but he paid no mind to it. His wife was calling for him and was begging for another child. He promised her to give her his best, and he refused to break that promise to her. He looked to see that his white claws were resting on her snout comfortably with her growling in approval. He leaned forward and gingerly licked her snout, while pulling his arms away from here. Her scent was strong, just like the first time. Saphira tauntingly pulled away and padded over to the large bowl in the middle of the floor, swishing her tail in an entrancing motion. Eragon followed her closely, taking in the scent she had released. She stepped into the bowl and lay down on her side, scooting over to give her lover some room to get beside her.
Just like in our nest, Saphira whispered, twitching her wings slightly as Eragon brushed up against her body to enter the bowl with her.
I love you, Eragon whispered gently into her mind. I want this to be as perfect as our first time. Suddenly, Eragon shot up and shifted to human form. Saphira watched with pleading eyes as he ran throughout their home, gathering a large amount of candles from the study and other rooms. He placed all of the candles around the bowl with perfect spacing and jumped back into the bowl next to her.
"This should do the trick," he whispered. "Brisingr!" He raised his hand up and watched as the wicks of the candles lit, surrounding the bowl with a gentle soft light. He looked back down to Saphira and whispered the words to change him back to dragon form.
I like it, Saphira said as Eragon moved closer beside her. It gives off such a great…feeling.
It is called romance dear, Eragon explained. It intensifies the mood between us. Eragon brushed against her muzzle again and gently flicked out his tongue to lick her cheek. I never fathomed that we would be here as husband and wife.
I am glad that we are, Saphira replied back with a soft growl. Eragon knew that it was time for the two to combine as spouses and he refused to keep her waiting.
I love you, my dear wife, Eragon whispered, as he slowly slid into her. She flinched as if it were her first time, but a pleasing sigh from her made Eragon think otherwise.
I will always love you, Saphira whispered, as they remained still in the candlelight. There is nothing that could break our bond together. She moaned briefly as Eragon pressed deeper. Remember that.
I will never forget it, Eragon whispered, increasing his movements to get more subtle sighs and moans from his new wife. Saphira rolled over slowly to put Eragon on his back while she rested on top of him. She leaned down and began nibbling tenderly on his chin, moving on her own. Eragon could not complain about it.
I love you, she whispered, biting harder as she moved against him. Instead of Eragon turning her over like the last encounter, he remained on his back and allowed Saphira to continue on her own. It was as magical as Eragon expected it. The candles' light mixed perfectly together to form an orange glow around the room while the two danced passionately inside of the bowl together. Nothing could ruin the moment as they began to reach their climax. Both growled lovingly as they released and withdrew from each other, after thirty complete minutes of making love. Saphira was panting heavily, and Eragon was out of breath as well.
I missed that, Saphira huffed, as she turned to her side to lay facing her husband. Eragon showed his teeth in a small grin.
Was it as good as our first time? Eragon asked, lifting up his wing to cover her with it. She sighed.
I believe that it was better, she replied. Next time, I think we should do this…in human form. After all, I suppose that I owe you that.
Do not do what you don't want to, Eragon stated, gently rubbing his muzzle against her's. I do not want to risk you having to wait nine months before changing into your true self again. Plus, we do not know what affect this will have on a human child. I do not want to take that chance yet…but if you wish for it then I will do it gladly.
This is why I love you, Eragon, Saphira whispered passionately, as she slowly closed her eyes. You strive to make me happy.
Have I succeeded? Eragon asked. Saphira showed her teeth, still keeping her eyes shut.
You can never disappoint me, she replied. I do not intend to disappoint you either. She growled and moved her head up against his chest.
Was this what you had expected? Eragon asked. Was it all worth it, love?
Every second, Saphira said with slight emphasis. This has been an incredible honeymoon. It is quite a shame that we cannot do this every night.
Draken will be old enough to leave us in time, darling, Eragon comforted, gently licking away some beads of sweat that had formed on her brow. We must be patient. There will be times when we can again…and times when we will have to wait.
I do not like waiting, Saphira protested in a small, childlike voice. Especially when you are so good at mating.
We just will have to make due, my dear, Eragon whispered. Now you must rest. Draken will be back tomorrow morning, and I have a feeling that he is going to want to do something with us.
You know your child very well, Saphira replied softly, as sleep began to overpower her. You are the best father any child could deserve.
And you are the better mother, Eragon chuckled softer, licking her cheek. Good night, my precious flower.
Never heard that one before, Saphira snickered, fluttering her eyes open. I like it though. This truly was a great night, love.
It was, Eragon replied. Hopefully more may come soon.
Perhaps, Saphira sighed. I do not wish to go to bed yet. I may be tired, but when tomorrow comes, I may not be able to lay like this with you until our young leave our home.
You should not be so negative, Eragon advised. If you wish to stay awake then I will stay beside you until we both fall into slumber together. Saphira looked up and muttered the word to change her into human form. Eragon looked up at her.
What are you doing? He asked, but Saphira shook her head and smiled. What if you are gravid? She shook her head again.
"It takes a day for me to know,"she said, rubbing her stomach for emphasis. "I believe that I am safe until later on in the afternoon."Eragon snorted pleasingly and climbed slowly up to his feet.
Join me on your bed, dear, she told him mentally. If we are to stay awake, I want to do so in your arms instead of beside your claws.
Next chapter should be pretty good too. I actually want to get in a lot more of these scenes because that is usually what a husband and wife do to still love each other. Any complaints and I will change my approach. Let's see what happens in the next chapter!
PEACE!