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WARNING: This fic contains nudity and smut and mature scenes. Don't read if you are underage! If not, then enjoy and don't forget to R&R (though by this I mean read and review, of course, lol).
P.S. This chapter also contains some monsters and slight violence though it's not horror. Also, the monsters are supposed to resemble Eragon's angst and depression in his dreamscape. Sorry for the spoilers.
CHAPTER 2: Relaxation and Recuperation
Eragon tossed and turned restlessly in his tent. He slept fitfully and was being plagued by nightmares. He hadn't felt the same after the love of his life rejected him even though he had braced himself for that outcome. He was getting angry a lot easier than normal and had little patience for the elves or even Saphira. He wanted to stay active constantly and he now thought that even sleeping and eating was a waste of time. He only did it because he didn't want one of the elves to knock him out, forcing him to sleep. That would leave him with a nasty headache the next morning.
But tonight, Eragon was having a strange dream. He was in a dark room where it was so black that he couldn't see the walls, floor, or ceiling. In fact, he could hardly see himself because of the darkness. Suddenly, the darkness seemed to take on shape and form. It writhed and twisted and…transformed. The darkness turned into monsters, horrible and terrible they were. Blood red eyes stared out at him and claws swiped in his direction. The monsters opened their maws letting loose awful, ear-piercing screams.
Eragon struggled to run away from them but he couldn't move. The monsters felt strangely familiar also as if they were best friends or…a part of him. The monsters closed in and the darkness grew so thick that it seemed to suffocate him. Eragon cried out for help, sobbing fearfully and shaking. He was rooted to the spot and helpless to the evil that surrounded him.
All of a sudden, there was a fierce roar and the monsters froze. They reared their ugly heads to the direction of the sound and hissed threateningly. Out of the darkness, a blue dragon burst into Eragon's line of sight. Eragon sagged in relief to see none other than his precious dragon Saphira, whom he hadn't gotten along with so well lately, land in front of him. His dragon roared viciously and clawed at the monsters.
She swung her jaws and snapped several heads off. She stomped and kicked, mercilessly crushing the evil creatures. The fiends screeched in terror, rage, and pain. Eragon's head hurt at the noise and his body ached. Suddenly, there was a bright glow and Eragon watched in awe and wonder as Saphira transformed.
She seemed to morph into something glorious and beautiful – an elvish-looking woman with angelic white wings. Her blue eyes burned with fire and molten flames leapt out of her palms, slamming into the few dark creatures that remained. Eragon felt so relieved and thankful that it didn't even register that Saphira had transformed into a woman before his very eyes, and that she was naked!
Wait, what? Eragon thought, his mind reeling in shock.
The spell broke and he woke up, panting for breath and sweating. His hair was tangled and his chest heaved as he struggled to comprehend the strange dream he had. Surely that was not possible for Saphira to turn into some sort of angelic being and fight off the monsters that had been plaguing him. Could it?
Secretly, Eragon wished it was possible because he had been nursing a slight crush on his dragon since he was young. But he had shoved it ruthlessly aside and tried to distract himself: First with his revenge, duties, and then Arya. But then the last distraction turned into reality, at least on his part. Now everything was a mess and it was his fault.
Just then, Eragon felt a calming sensation and realized he was holding someone in his arms. That someone also happened to be a woman, and a naked one at that! What had happened? Had one of the female elves come to his bed in the night? He thought it unlikely since most had relationships of their own or wanted to remain single.
Who could be the mysterious woman then? They did not find any other locals on the island and he didn't remember rescuing a damsel in distress who then fell in love with him. That left only one option. But the notion was too bizarre to fathom. Besides, it was just a silly dream! Saphira couldn't have turned into a woman or…
"Eragon," A soft voice moaned sleepily.
Eragon froze recognizing the voice that belonged to his dragon. However, the strange thing was that it was spoken out loud. Not silently out loud or through his thoughts as per usual. It was spoken out loud like humans did, or elves. The dragon rider couldn't stand it any longer and turned his head, slowly and nervously.
He gasped in surprise to see his dragon lying next to him, cuddled against his form beneath the blanket. She was also nude and the realization stirred up his lower regions. Eragon blushed furiously and tried to pull away since his body was reacting to having a naked female pressed against it. But Saphira wouldn't let go, even though she was sleeping and incoherently protested, mumbling nonsense in her sleep.
"Saphira…is that you?" Eragon whispered softly, stroking her soft golden hair. "I have to get up."
"Why?" Saphira pouted, not opening her eyes. "You deserve a break more than anything. You haven't had a moment to relax."
"Are you really a human or an elf or whatever?" Eragon stammered.
"Something like that," Saphira murmured.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him and smiled.
"Like what you see?" She smirked.
Eragon could only blush and stammer.
"Your pet snake says so," Saphira chuckled, sliding a hand between Eragon's thighs.
Eragon moaned and shivered.
"What are you doing?" He gasped. "We shouldn't do this."
"Give me one good reason why not, Little One," Saphira said sternly, narrowing her eyes.
She rolled over, flipping Eragon on the bed and pinning his arms down. She stared deep into his eyes as Eragon fought to gain control over his now-raging hormones.
"Because you are…err, were a dragon?" Eragon tried.
"Not anymore," Saphira smirked. "Next!"
"Because we are Bond-Mates?" Eragon mumbled nervously.
"All the more reason," Saphira retorted. "The elves told me that close physical contact will only strengthen the Bond. Who knows how powerful we could become by just copulating?"
"You're not helping!" Eragon sulked cutely.
"Because you deserve to relax," Saphira repeated. "You need to get over your feelings for Arya. The mission could be crippled because your depression will make you do something foolish and hasty in the heat of the moment. You won't be thinking clearly while pining away for that stuck-up bitch."
"Enjoying your new voice, are we?" Eragon rolled his eyes.
Saphira stuck out her tongue and grinned.
"You know I speak the truth," She said.
"But…" Eragon tried, though he was obviously losing the will to fight.
"I will only do this if you want to, Little One," Saphira whispered tenderly.
She stroked Eragon's hair and she watched worriedly as his lips trembled. Tears sprang to his eyes and he wrapped his arms around Saphira and pulled her into an embrace. He wept bitterly until there were no more tears to weep. Then, the unusual couple simply held each other in their arms. Saphira cooed sweet nothings into Eragon's ears and stroked his hair softly, gently caressing his arms and back.
"Thank you for being here for me, Saphira," Eragon whispered hoarsely. "I love you more than anything."
"Then prove it," Saphira challenged gently. "Make love to me. Take me. Claim me as yours."
There were no tears in Eragon's eyes. Instead, they were replaced by fiery passion. The sight made Saphira feel hot and flustered and seconds later, their lips met. The kiss was soft and tender like that of first time lovers. It was slightly awkward at first but both members involved liked it and kissed some more, pulling back for breath and grinning stupidly at each other.
The couple kissed and caressed each other, their hands roaming one another's bodies. They moaned and writhed against each other, arms and legs intertwined in the heat of passion. Kicking off the covers, Eragon stared at the beautiful nude woman before him, marveling at how blessed he was. But soon he got lost in passion as Saphira brought his hands to her breasts and moaned.
The sound turned Eragon on and he began fondling Saphira's breasts, marveling at how soft and good they felt. He played with Saphira's nipples and curiously kissed them with his lips. Saphira whimpered and fisted his hair, pressing his mouth to her breasts. Eragon needed no further prodding and began licking and suckling on them like a newborn babe, though this was much more erotic and enjoyable.
The two lovers rocked back and forth and Eragon felt himself grow hard between his legs. He glanced questioningly at Saphira who nodded nervously.
"Are you sure?" He asked lovingly, stroking Saphira's cheek. "We can always wait."
"We've waited long enough," Saphira whispered, kissing Eragon soundly on the lips.
She hooked her legs around his waist just above his bum and guided his member inside her. Eragon paused, lost in the wondrous sensations before entering Saphira's most sacred place. Saphira screamed in pain and clawed at Eragon's back. Eragon paused, startled, but Saphira sagged and held him tightly to her.
"Continue, but softly," She whispered hoarsely.
Though her eyes were misty and her breathing ragged, Eragon continued struggling to obey. It felt so good to be deep inside his Bond-mate that he couldn't believe this was for real. Saphira whimpered and gasped as they rocked back and forth. Eventually, the pain subsided and Saphira felt a raging lust build up inside her.
"Faster, harder," She urged.
"Are you…"
Saphira silenced him with a look and Eragon kissed her forehead before speeding up the pace.
"So good," Saphira moaned. "Ohhh…oh!"
Eragon grunted in agreement as he thrust deep and fast into Saphira's folds, and fondled her breasts. He stroked her cheek and kissed her heatedly. Saphira threw her head back and cried out in pleasure, scraping her fingernails down his back. She buried her head in his shoulder. The two lovers were covered in glistening sweat and their muscles were tense and rigid.
"I…can't last…much longer…" Eragon warned raggedly.
"Don't hold back," Saphira whimpered.
Eragon cried out in pleasure as he came, filling Saphira with his essence. Saphira mewled in delight and the two collapsed on the bed, still intertwined. They gasped for breath, breathing deeply and moaning.
"That was so good," Eragon said at length when they had recovered their energy.
"Was it worth it to take a break?" Saphira smirked.
"Gods, yes!" Eragon moaned, kissing Saphira hard.
"So what does this mean?" Saphira asked curiously.
"How so?" Eragon said.
"For us," Saphira replied.
"Obviously it means we are lovers, if you are of the same mind," Eragon stammered, blushing.
"I won't throw myself at just anybody!" Saphira retorted, in mock hurt.
"Thank you again," Eragon smiled. "You bring out the best in me."
"When do you think we should tell them?" Saphira asked with a smile as Eragon cuddled against her.
"We already know!" A female elf squealed in delight.
Saphira shrieked in shock and embarrassment and dove under the covers. Eragon's face turned a bright crimson and he joined his lover.
"You forgot to cast silencing spells," Blödhgarm quipped and Eragon could practically see the Blood Elf's smirk through the tent walls. "Bud do not fear. You can have the remainder of the day off for…relaxation. Although you might want to go on a vacation elsewhere on the island if you wish to relax without privacy spells."
Finally, the female elves decided to take pity on the new couple and dragged the males and Blödhgarm away though they chuckled silently with each other. After the initial shock wore off, Saphira and Eragon didn't feel so bad about it and it was rather amusing from an outsider's view. Eragon knew he would have to put the elves on extra-hard shifts though.
"So what do you say we go at it again?" Saphira asked seductively. "I was told many interesting ways to make love using our tongues and lips."
Eragon answered her with a kiss and needless to say, the two weren't seen for the better part of the day but this time, they made sure to cast a silencing spell!
A/N: So this seems like a nice place to end the story but should I continue it? Should I add further scenes and should Saphira get pregnant? I have loads of ideas to cause drama and whatnot but I don't mind finishing it now as I have an Eragon/Arya story I am toying with. Many thanks in advance for your feedback on this matter! :)