The Immortal Vow – Ch.5: You Must Remember This
Drake and Meera took their fill of the water from the marsh. They looked up at each other, smiling. Their minds equally filled with the happy thoughts of their future, and the news they were intending to tell Geoff and Lian happy thought, was shattered by the nearly-deafening screech of a creature that in a few seconds, stood before the two. The wyvern was two feet from Drake, while Meera was three metres from her mate and the creature. "Remember me Drake?" asked the wyvern with a smile that made her look like she was drunk from looking at the two dragons she planned to kill (A/N: This is supposed to signify that she is imagining killing them and is gaining a load of sadistic pleasure from it). "If not…," said the creature before lashing at Drake, her claws drawing long gashes in his left shoulder, "…Than you must remember this." Meera looked towards Drake, fearing for her mate's life, she made a move towards him but he looked towards her, signalling her to either stay where she was or run while he fended off the wyvern. The fear evident in his eyes, along with a strong determination; He feared for the safety of his mate.
(With Geoff and Lian)
"Aaaugghhh!" Geoff unleashed the cry of pain as he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder; It felt like something had dug its claws into him…and the gashes they left were two inches deep. Lian looked at Geoff as he cried out in agony. He had no marks on him; it could only mean that this was coming from across the link that bonded Geoff and Drake. Lian had little, if any, doubt that the pain coming from Drake was being caused by Wyvera.
(With Drake and Meera)
Wyvera shuddered with pleasure as she inflicted a wounding tail-lash upon Drake's neck. Her sadistic pleasure increasing, she could feel an orgasm about to rip through her. Drake attempted an attack by swinging his right paw at her, intending to rip her throat out. But Wyvera was too skilled and moved her head back. She thrust her head at Drake's neck (When his attack missed, the movement from his attack caused his body to still turn a bit) and bit into it. Remembering the poison the wyvern had spread into him before, Drake struck with his tail and the force caused her to dislodge from her prey and move back about three feet. But the pain from the blow was unfelt by Wyvera; the sight of what her attacks had left upon the dragon fuelled her sadistic pleasure. She roared in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through her, all other senses thrust aside; she loved the feeling that she got from her little game, she wanted more, and with two dragons, she expected to have to wait only a short time.
Meera grimaced in disgust as she saw a stream of fluid trickle from between the wyvern's legs as it roared its delight. This creature was gaining pleasure and its own sadistic sexual-gratification from inflicting pain upon her mate! If the thought of Drake's command to stay out of harm's way had not been dominant in her mind, she would have given the wyvern a taste of Hell…before she sent it to Hell.
Before Wyvera could do anything else, an arrow embedded itself in her flank. She screamed in an uncontrollable and fear-invoking fury, her pleasure was ruined; some one had interrupted her 'performance and masterpiece'.
"Good shot," commented Geoff from his position laying belly-down upon a hilltop overlooking the marsh. Lian just nodded before preparing another arrow. But Geoff put his hand upon her shoulder. "Let me do it," he said. She saw the look in his eyes and knew it was better to allow him the chance to protect his heart-brother.
Wyvera saw the boy called Geoff with the crossbow and quickly set in motion a series of unexpected events. Just as Geoff pressed the trigger, Wyvera attacked Drake. The pain spread from Drake to Geoff naturally and caused Geoff's aim to go off. Time slowed for Drake. He saw the arrow slowly make its way past the wyvern's smirking face, he let loose a roar of agony as the arrow found its way into the delicate skin on Meera's underside.
A monk had been walking through the forests near the monastery hoping to clear his head. Wyvera after leaving the scene of the marsh was still in a rage and took it out on the wanderer; killing him, but her rage was too high and too vast to be stilled by any pleasure she might have received from the act.
Meera's sight slowly lost its blur as she blinked her eyes open to find the ceiling of her and Drake's den looking down at her. Drake was the first to react, rushing to his mate's side and nuzzling her neck furiously as if he knew nothing other than how to provide love and care to his dragoness. "Drake…," she murmured, smiling up at him.
"It's okay Meera, I'm here," he said. Hearing the concern in his voice, none of the den's visitors doubted it, and Meera knew that he would keep his word.
"Remember those words you spoke to me on the first night we slept side by side?" she whispered, still too weak to speak any louder. She rolled, painfully, onto her stomach. The cushions of her and Drake's curtain-bedroom luckily didn't cause her wound to complain.
"Which ones?"
"You said that there was no need to be afraid…that you would protect me," she said.
"I'm sorry Meera," said Drake, he looked like he was extremely remorseful of some heavy atrocity, "I failed to be there when you needed me most, I-I should have reacted but I-I-I was t-to slow and now you're hurt because of me. I wouldn't be shocked if you no longer wanted me as your mate," he hung is head in shame and guilt, tears were beginning to come forth.
"Drake…I never meant anything like that…," said Meera, coughing violently as a result of trying to speak louder. "I was trying to tell you…," now her voice dropped by her own decision, wanting her words to be heard by Drake alone, "not to leave me, I don't want to be alone, not now. And I would want no other than the company of you my mate." Drake, now with a smile upon his tear-wetted face, moved to lay down by her right side.
"I think Meera would like to rest now," Drake spoke to the visitors. Geoff and Lian, Mansel and Allenna, Roland and Seyarra, and Father Brad and Brother Garret all left the den respectfully. Meera leaned against Drake's side, her head resting against his neck.
"Do you even remember speaking those words?" asked Meera with a smile.
"No," replied Drake, "When did I say them?"
"You and I were both talking in our sleep that night," answered Meera. Drake gave a laughing-breath (a scoff, but without ill-intent or meaning, a kind and nice scoff) as realization dawned on him.
"I love you," whispered Drake.
"I love you more than you love me," challenged Meera with a whisper.
"No, I love you more than you love me," whispered back Drake.
"Nah, I think I love you more than you love me," whispered Meera in reply.
"Well I know that I love you more than you love me," whispered Drake.
"Well than that just means I get the better deal now doesn't it?" whispered Meera with a smile, eyes closed as she nuzzled closer to Drake. Sleep fell over the dragoness. But Drake would get little sleep that night, putting his wing over Meera's back as she snuggled close to him in her sleep, and resting his neck over hers. Making sure that no harm would come to her as she slept.
"WHAT!?"
"Shh! Geoff, please quiet down!" Commanded Lian.
"Are you serious?" Geoff rephrased his earlier question, making sure to lower his voice.
"Yes. I felt them shift when I was checking Meera's wounds. She's pregnant," answered Lian. Geoff was still wearing a face of disbelief. He turned away before shrugging and turning back to her.
"Why wouldn't they tell us about this?"
"I don't know, maybe they were planning to?" Asked Lian. "Come on, let's go find Drake, I think he's pacing outside of the entrance to the dungeon." And so they headed that way. Drake stopped his pacing as he lifted his head to see his friends closing in on him.
"Hey guys, how are you-." BANG.
"What the heck was that?!" Yelled Geoff. Several figures jumped through the ruins of the doorway into the chapel. Necros following them.
"This…is payback," he answered.
A/N: I've been making huge cuts on this story, why? Because I'm losing intrest. The only thing making me continue is those of you who've been playing up to my ego. Thank you, ha ha ha. Its rather inspiring.