B.W.- Okay, folks, just wanna let you know that… this chapter contains the first sex scene between our lovely couple… Ancalagon and Saphira. And when I say first, I mean there will be more… but not too many because that'll make this a porn without plot story. It'll happen rarely, not like three chapters apart. So nobody go demanding for another to happen quite so soon.
S.S.- I mean...
Ancalagon was with Almandine, going over some fine-tuning of his mental defenses while Saphira was going through the obstacle course Glaedr had set before her. Everything was going normally, Stargazer was out hunting as Glaedr was busy assisting Almandine.
Until everything went sideways.
Very good, son. Almandine praised Ancalagon as he successfully defended himself against an all-out assault on his mind from her, Saphira and Glaedr combined and had even immobilized them. Now, remember this tactic when in c-
The maroon dragoness staggered and fell onto her side, clutching at her chest while thrashing about in obvious agony. Ancalagon, Saphira and Glaedr rushed over to her when the ground shook violently and lightning began crackling throughout the sky. Dark clouds gathered and began swirling while the winds picked up. An agonized howl ripped into everyone's minds within the forest while the ground quaked. Elves and wildlife were sent to their knees as rain pummeled the area.
NOOOOO! I… NO! NO… MORE…!
The ground shook harder and Almandine shouted for any elf in the vicinity mentally. Arya and Islanzadi burst into the clearing, taking in the scene before them.
Ancalagon was gripping his adoptive mother as she clutched at her heart, moaning in pain. Saphira was consoling him gently while Glaedr had curled his bulk around to allow the rain that was coming down in sheets to pummel him and keep the others behind him relatively dry. Islanzadi and Arya crawled their way over to the four dragons until they were kneeling next to Almandine's head. She turned one dulled reddish-orange eye to the two women, and they could see her pained look.
I-I know where… he is… She panted before grimacing as another bout of pain struck her. Arya… broken eggs… go… there. H-he is… in pain. So much pain… Son. Go with… her.
We will, mom. Ancalagon replied and looked to Arya. Don't get used to rides on my back, elf.
Arya just nodded and bound onto his back, almost falling off as another earthquake shook the forest. The wind howled and screamed past their ears.
I'll have to run there. Ancalagon growled, and began racing toward the epicenter of the storm.
And he thought a windstorm at its strongest back on Earth was terrible, try being in a storm as a result of a pissed off dragon. However, Ancalagon didn't let these thoughts continue, he was more worried for his adoptive father, for what could've caused him to react like this. He remembered his mother's words and…
Oh.
The stone of broken eggs. Ancalagon realized, remembering that part from the books. However, that had been brought up after Saphira's failed attempt to make Glaedr her mate and she explained about the history of the broken eggs. When he read it for the first time, he was in just as much shock and anger as anyone would be.
During the war between the elves and the dragons, a group of elves secretly ambushed the dragons while they slept in the Battle of Broken Eggs and scattered nests, killing many and destroying their eggs.
And the elves then worshipped dragons, as if that would make them forget the sins they committed in killing innocent, unborn children! Ancalagon thought with anger in his veins. If he ever had children with Saphira, and by God did he want children with her one day, he would protect them with all of his power.
"-gon! Ancalagon!" Arya's voice broke through his thoughts and he focused on her. "We're approaching the-"
Stone of Broken Eggs, I know… and I think I know why dad has reacted like this. Ancalagon said with a huff as he made it to the cliff. Due to the storm, he could not attempt to fly as he would be forced back down or out of control, so he had to rely on his claws' strength when gripping the rocky surface. Hold on.
"What are you-" Arya gasped and held on to him tightly as he began scaling the wall slowly due to the relentless storm and wind battering him, but he pushed on. After five minutes, he made it to the top and his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
There, sitting in front of him and Arya, was Stargazer.
His scales were glowing as lightning crackled across his body, and he was looking down at his paw where he gently clutched the shell of an egg. A dragon's egg. Although faded from time and lack of nutrients, one could see it was once a brilliant, metallic purple in color. As Ancalagon and Arya stepped toward him, the dragon uttered one word in a tone that promised nothing but pain and suffering without looking at them.
Leave.
The two froze, unsure if it was wise to approach the dragon in his current state.
Father, we… Ancalagon began but trailed off as Stargazer slowly turned his head to face the pair who were standing at the entrance to the cave. Literal fires of blue and purple flames burned in his eyes and he spoke again, the ground shaking while dust rained down.
I. Said. Leave.
"No." Arya stated defiantly, stepping forward. Stargazer's attention snapped to her and his lip curled into a snarl.
You were a fool to come here, elf. The ancient dragon spat, venom lacing every word. Why are you here? To finish what your people set out to do centuries ago?
"Your son and I came here on behalf of your mate." Arya replied while crossing her arms. "I never took such an old dragon to throw a temper tant-"
Ancalagon and Arya fell to their knees with cries of surprise as a wave of sheer power forced its way into their minds and took control of their bodies. They looked on in fear as Stargazer towered above them, nothing but hate and malice in his eyes.
My mate, Almandine, and I once had a hatchling, you know. He began, looking at the pair who struggled under the force keeping them at bay. This was our cave. Our… home. And then… they came. Those pesky, ignorant elves. They raided our nests that night, under the cover of darkness with their dragon-slaying weapons. This egg remnant that I am holding was once our pride and joy. Our little one. Stargazer's voice cracked. And your people took her from us… stole her from us… KILLED HER FROM US! He roared in rage before shoving the half destroyed egg that was in his paw in front of Arya who had tears streaming from her eyes. SHE WAS DEFENSELESS! SHE NEVER EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO HAVE A NAME! NEVER HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO FLY WITH HER PARENTS! TO EXPERIENCE FREEDOM, TO LOVE SOMEONE, TO FEEL THE WIND ON HER WINGS OR THE WARMTH OF THE SUN AT HER BACK! WHAT WRONGS DID SHE COMMIT, ARYA? TELL ME! WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE HER LIFE ENDING BEFORE IT EVEN BEGAN? TELL ME! Nothing but shame was present in her mind as she silently looked upon what her own species had done to eradicate what they thought was a threat… when in reality, the dragons were anything but. Ancalagon could faintly hear the screaming of elves as the ancient dragon forced his pain and ire upon them while the storm clouds darkened and tornadoes spawned below them. And your people wonder why I do not respect them! Why I refuse to cave in to their worshipping of us dragons. Do you really want to know, Arya? Do you? You wouldn't be able to look at your mother as a parent anymore if you knew the truth. You would be disgusted with yourself for the remainder of your pathetic life if I told you. And your people call my son the slayer of innocents. You elves are no better. Elves are the true slayers of innocents when they murdered our defenseless hatchlings and younglings so I think I will tell you the truth.
Then tell us… Ancalagon whispered and his father turned his gaze to him.
The pain and heartbreak Almandine went through after that night, it-it was too much. The ancient dragon turned his attention back to Arya who was looking at the ground, shaking her head. The amount of trauma that was put on her rendered her barren for eternity. She is unable to produce another egg for the remainder of her life, elf. And it's all your people's fault.
Ancalagon was a mixture of many emotions. Shocked, horrified, angry, disgusted… and in pain. Mental pain for what Alma, his mother, must've went through when she discovered her hatchling, not even born, was… destroyed. It put many things in perspective for him, why she acted motherly with him in the beginning. But now… now he was feeling a little ashamed of himself.
He was their adopted son, and they couldn't even get to have their own hatchling by birth.
Don't you dare start thinking or looking like that, Michael. Stargazer's voice said in his head, tone sad and depressed. You are still our son and… she would've been your sister.
Ancalagon wasn't going to question how he knew the unborn hatchling was a she, he figured it was a thing with dragons able to connect mentally, hear the thoughts and possibly that can happen with hatchlings while their still an egg but they only use images or the coloring of emotions to communicate.
I'm sorry. Ancalagon whispered, feeling the sting of tears behind his eyes.
Just… leave me, son. Please. Stargazer said softly, turning from them. Ancalagon nodded, knowing full well what it was like to need alone time when dealing with something as traumatic, depressing and emotional as this. However, as he made to gather Arya up, she stopped him with a raise of her hand.
"Ancalagon, leave us, please." She requested in a soft tone, causing him to narrow his eyes in confusion and slight suspicion. The elf just shook her head slightly, and walked toward the ancient dragon who had turned his back to them. The storm still raged around them, lightning flashing and the massive trees bent at a severe angle as the winds tore at them. Then the sound hit them and Ancalagon's heart shattered into millions of pieces.
The massive, fearless ancient male dragon that was his father…
Weeping.
The tinkling of solidified silver hitting the stone floor caught Ancalagon's attention and he could see teardrop shaped silver objects everywhere in the cave. Stargazer was shedding millions of earth dollars worth of silver in his tears as he mourned and re-lived his past in his former home. A home is meant to be a haven. A safe place to get away from the stresses of the world. And the elves had taken that primal mindset and turned it against the dragons.
Ancalagon was disgusted yet he watched as Arya kept walking toward the massive dragon. When she reached his right foreleg, she reached down, grasped the egg- no. Almandine and Stargazer's only egg, and picked it up. She cradled the remnant as if it would disintegrate at the slightest jostle.
"I know nothing I do or say can bring her back…" Arya said in the softest, most vulnerable tone Ancalagon had ever heard from her. "With your permission, Stargazer, I wish to use your egg in my gift during the Blood-Oath Celebration. And no… this will never make up for what you lost, but perhaps… perhaps this can be a way for both you and I to come to terms. To settle on even ground and have a healthy companionship. I mourn for what you lost and what your mate had to go through, and I understand my people's flaws. I am disgusted that my kin could think in such vile ways to go as far as they did. I…" She trailed off as her tears choked off her words.
Stargazer stretched his neck down and gently rested part of his chin on her shoulder, humming.
Make her beautiful, Arya. The crystal dragon whispered softly, his tone pleading. Show the world what she was meant to be. G-give my Alma her heart back…
"I will." Arya vowed in the ancient language and turned to Ancalagon.
The storm outside collapsed in on itself, leaving behind a depressing dull layer of colorless gray stratus clouds.
"We should leave him be for a while." Arya said to the black-scaled dragon, who nodded in agreement. Lowering his head so Arya can safely get onto the space between his neck and shoulders, he cast one last look at Stargazer before he took off into the air, leaving the crystal dragon alone once more.
A few days later after what happened with Stargazer, with Ancalagon and Arya keeping what happened to themselves since it wasn't their story to tell unless Stargazer tells them otherwise, Eragon was now in another day of training with Oromis.
"Concentrate, Eragon," said Oromis, though not unkindly.
Eragon blinked and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to focus on the glyphs that decorated the curling parchment paper before him. "Sorry, Master." Weariness dragged upon him like lead weights tied to his limbs. He squinted at the curved and spiked glyphs, raised his goose-feather quill, and began to copy them again.
Through the window behind Oromis, the green shelf on top of the Crags of Tel'naeír was streaked with shadows from the descending sun. Beyond, feathery clouds banded the sky.
Eragon suddenly stiffened when he felt his connection with Saphira flare and become dark. Saphira! Through her, he felt the connection to Ancalagon also do the same. Ancalagon!
"What is it, Eragon?" Oromis asked with a frown, seeing Eragon's worried look.
"Ancalagon and Saphira! They've… shut me out. I can't feel anything from them!" Eragon said.
That would be our doing. Stargazer's voice said as he landed with Almandine and Glaedr. It would be best if you leave them alone for the rest of the day. They will return when they see fit. I doubt we could've held Michael back any longer.
With the mating season in now full affect, he cannot fight what he wants. Almandine explained, and Eragon's eyes widened as he realized what was happening, why his connection to Ancalagon and Saphira had gone dark and he felt nothing from them. Good thing we had them train before sending them off to begin the dance.
Stargazer gave a quiet chuckle, his demeanour had been very low since his emotional outburst a couple of days ago. Let's hope he's ready for this commitment…
Saphira flew high up into the clouds, emerging out of them as she spread her wings wide to catch the air to allow her to hover. Admiring the sun, making her scales glimmer and sparkle with bright sapphire light. Ancalagon was only a second after her as he too emerged through the clouds, coming up right behind her, taking in the sight of her for a breath-taking minute, before he circled around her, rumbling to her in a way she had not heard before. Saphira immediately followed, continuing to circle him, the two spinning and spiraling until it was no longer clear who was chasing who. They sailed over the clouds, their chase smoothing out and then building again, simply playing with each other. Saphira would do impressive loop-de-loops over Ancalagon, and he would circle around her, or dive beneath her and turn so that he was flying on his back and facing her, kicking at her legs with his. They said not a word, as if it might break whatever enchantment lay upon them.
Saphira began to feel something build within her, it started in her chest and with every wingbeat it grew, flowing out along her belly and through her limbs until she felt it in her fingers and toes. It was a fire, a fire that had never been created like this before, it burned her insides but not with pain, but with an exotic pleasure that she had never felt inside of her before. At least, not of her choosing. She had felt something similar, when she had been under the enchantment of the Dagshelgr invocation, and had desired Ancalagon, to which she wanted him, and he wanted her.
She felt those sensations again, but this time it was different, because all of these emotions belonged to her; they were created from her and were not a product of some spell that forced her to feel such things. Her blood was burning in her veins, it caused a liquid heat in her stomach that grew and grew until she thought she would catch fire. In that moment, she felt alive as she had never had before, as if there was true energy and true purpose in all her movements. It was a fever that burned through her soul, it left her breathless, and it made her see the world around her as if it were a stranger. Every time she looked at Ancalagon, she felt as if the world were being born anew, and she was helping to create it with the fire inside of her. And as their eyes met, Saphira could see that it was the same for him also, his eyes were dark and burning like two flames inside his head as he gazed at her, and she felt unashamedly thrilled by his stare alone.
Saphira let loose a booming trumpeting call. A sound the likes of which she had never produced before erupted from her jaws, and although she had never uttered it before, it was like she understood the call that was announced inside of it. Her cry echoed for miles, announcing to all who would listen to her cry for what she had always longed for, and begged for anyone to answer her. Ancalagon immediately roared back to her, his own cry racing through the air and shaking her with its ferocity, answering her call and declaring himself one with it. Saphira felt her insides lift with elation, a joy and excitement filling her the way nothing else ever had before. Their chorus of cries echoed around the landscape, so caught up in each other were they, that the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Saphira then tucked her wings against her side, leaned her body backwards, and dropped like a stone back through the clouds towards the ground.
She fell with such speed that the wind howled in her ears and stung her eyes, the ground racing to meet her faster than even she had thought possible. At the right moment, she snapped open her wings and leveled off, flying as fast as she could, a primal need inside of her to go as fast as was possible, beating her wings frantically as she began to map a course in her mind that brought her down near the edge of a nearby lake before climbing back and circling in the air, rising high above the clouds before, at the peak of her ascension, she would fall into another dive and begin it all over again. She did not have to look behind her to know that Ancalagon was following her, his wings beating furiously, stirring up the winds of a hurricane in his wake as he raced after her. Saphira kept her lead, knowing that this was part of the ancient game, to see if he had the iron in his bones and the fire in his belly to match her. She could feel the heat of his breath against the tip of her tail as he snapped his jaws at her, though she kept herself just out of reach, her muscles working tirelessly in an attempt to keep herself ahead. It was exciting her to have him so close but she was making him work for every inch he got. Though she wanted him to catch her, she wasn't going to make this easy for him.
As she neared the clouds for the third time, she heard Ancalagon snarl as he began to beat his wings as hard as he could, the strength in his every strike enough to make Saphira marvel at it. But as he did, Saphira felt it in her bones: the end of the chase was at hand, the final rise would be the last, and something deep and ancient would be ignited. As she neared the height of her climb, she held out her wings to catch the air so that she would hover and a single moment would hold her suspended before she would fall back into the dive. It was the only chance Ancalagon would have to strike. And he did not waste it.
As she slowed, he did not, continuing to beat his wings with strength as he brought himself up in front of her, chest to chest and face to face as he suddenly latched onto her. The talons on his feet locked with hers tightly as his wings folded in so that they wouldn't tangle with hers. Their combined weight forced them into a dive, Ancalagon pulling backwards until their weight brought them down until they were racing noses first towards the ground. Saphira kept her eyes ahead, even as she felt Ancalagon shift as he reared his head back, before lunging forward and biting at the soft scales between her shoulder and neck. His teeth sank into her flesh, her blood bubbling from the wound and pooling into his mouth and across his tongue. Saphira roared at the sudden white-hot sensation that pierced through her, and she expected to feel pain…
But it was not pain she felt.
She kept her eyes wide and fixed on the ground that was rushing to meet them, wondering as to why Ancalagon was not coupling with her completely. She could feel that he was holding back from her, keeping his instincts at bay, growling savagely with the force of the effort. He kept his teeth buried in her skin, each beat of her heart sending a new pulse of the white-hot feeling through her body and down to her core. Saphira was panting, her need and want evident as she felt the ground coming dangerously close to meet them, so little time left for Ancalagon to even start the final act, let alone finish. But somewhere deep down, something of her rational mind seemed to know what he was doing, and slow understanding built inside of her, and she was practically shaking with excitement.
When it seemed as if they were about to crash into the ground, only a hundred feet in the air, the both simultaneously pushed themselves away from each other, breaking apart and flying in opposite directions. Saphira arched her back as she leveled at an almost right angle, almost tearing her body in half as she did so, her talons raking the earth as she realized how close she had come to death. And it was exhilarating.
Her shoulder throbbed and she felt a small trickle of her blood slip down her shoulder, but she ignored it. They landed in the clearing, perfect for them, and the lake was nearby for them to have a drink from. As soon as they landed, they took gulps out of the lake.
It's... it's done. Saphira panted, feeling her wings were tired from that. She lifted her head, her sapphire-blue eyes meeting Ancalagon's orange-golden eyes.
Yes... about damn time. He huffed, panting a little.
They gazed at each other, before Saphira stepped towards him, her chest pressing against him, and pressed her maw against his in a lipless but passionate kiss. It was a kiss Ancalagon readily returned, pushing himself onto his back and bringing Saphira down with him so she was sprawled out on his chest, their mouths never breaking contact. They held this embrace for a while, then finally pulled back.
My mate... He rumbled to her in a way that stirred the iron-hot blood in her veins, making the desire for him burn hotter than ever before. But she held back, wanting to enjoy this moment before they'd give into the next stage of this dance.
My mate... She purred, nuzzling his neck softly then started to nibble and lick at a spot that made Ancalagon purr in content. They lay like that for several more minutes, simply staring at each other, their entwined tails moving back and forth through the grass behind them.
You are mine. Ancalagon whispered.
And you are mine. Saphira whispered, and the two just nuzzled each other.
The two had wasted no time in meeting up with each other upon being dismissed by their mentors. The pull of the mating season had been too strong for them to ignore, and their desire for each other was too strong. As soon as they met up with each other, they had flown into the sky and took off to somewhere private for them, where they began the complicated and beautiful series of flight patterns that dated back to the ancestral dragons of old. The flight that would bind them together... for life.
They wanted to make themselves official… and now they are. They hadn't completely given in, given their current state, they simply wanted to enjoy the moment before that happened.
No one was going to bother them, it was just them, and that was all they wanted.
I never thought I would find the love of my life. Ancalagon whispered as he nuzzled Saphira. Even when I was human, I could never find the right one. But with you… I felt so complete. I can't believe it took me all that time to realize what I was feeling for you, yet I did not know whether that was my-
Hush, we already went through that. Saphira said softly, licking his chin, before she laid on his chest. However, a thought came to mind, one that made Saphira's happiness of this moment dwindle, which Ancalagon noticed.
Saphira? He asked, concerned, even more so as she got off his chest, tears beginning to stream down her face. He quickly got to his feet and draped his wing over her. Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter? If it's about us having to... you know, mate, we can wait until you're ready...
It's not that. Saphira inhaled then exhaled deeply but with a shaky breath. Michael... do you want children?
Ancalagon blinked in shock at the question, but seemed to understand where she was going with this.I do... do you?
I would love nothing more than to be the mother of your hatchlings. Saphira said, nuzzling the bottom of his chin. She closed her eyes, holding back a fresh wave of tears. But... I don't want to have children just yet. We simply can't.
His eyes widened, remembering what Stargazer told him about Almandine. You are… capable, right?
Of course I am, but Michael think about this. She looked at him seriously through her tears. If word got out that I was pregnant, that new dragons would be coming into the world soon, Galbatorix would not rest until he's hunted us down, to make our hatchlings into his slaves for his own dark purposes. He'd hunt us to the ends of these lands. She shuddered and Ancalagon's grip tightened. A bit of her old fire gleamed in her eyes once more.And I will not have any children of minebrought into a world where they would be hunted like trophies.
The dragoness brought her head up so she could touch her muzzle to her mate's, seeking his warmth and love. Ancalagon never hesitated, and pushed his snout against her, radiating all the care and concern he could for her.But more than that, she went on. If we were to have children, we would have to go into seclusion to lay the eggs, and raise the hatchlings until they grew old enough to take care of themselves. That could take months, or longer. There is no way Eragon would leave the Varden for that long... not even for us. She bared her teeth, and an involuntary growl escaped her. And I will not leave hi-
Then we wait. Ancalagon said gently, using his tail to turn her head towards him. We will wait until Galbatorix is dead and we don't have to worry about our children's safety. I understand, Saphira, I really do. Though I would love to have children, especially with you, I don't want them brought into a land at war where they're safety is in danger every day because of a mad king. Plus… the wait will make me ready for that commitment.
You would make a wonderful father, Michael. I can already see that. Saphira growled comfortingly, nuzzling his cheek.
And you would make an amazing mother. Ancalagon said and pressed his maw against hers in a soft kiss that she eagerly responded to. However, once they pulled away, they began eyeing each other lustfully, the pull, the desire to mate… it was too much now for them to ignore it.
I think we've talked enough. Saphira said with a low, seductive growl as she laid down on her back, exposing all of her body to his wandering eyes. My mate.
Ancalagon growled and moved so he was hovering over her, leaning down and began to slowly lick at certain parts of her neck, causing her to growl softly in pleasure as his actions got the desires and blood flowing, and her tail caressed his underbelly, which stirred his own blood and desires. The two dragons growled lustfully at one another before locking their maws together in a kiss as Saphira pulled Ancalagon down on top of her.
She could feel Ancalagon's conscious mind fighting to maintain control, just as she was battling her own instincts. However, the dragoness knew that the fight was futile, and they would both be submitting soon. Saphira pulled Ancalagon down so that his chest and stomach were pressing against hers; only their hips remained apart... but only slightly. Ancalagon's own forepaws were caressing her shoulders, and she wriggled at his touch. They pulled their heads back slightly to look each other in the eyes.
Are you ready for this? He whispered.
Yes, Saphira said breathlessly as she felt something lower on her abdomen, near her most sacred area. She stared into Ancalagon's eyes. She had never placed herself so intimately in another's hands, and she did so gladly.
With the position they were in, Ancalagon had nothing getting in the way as he entwined his tail with hers, like holding hands with another person. Saphira felt him tighten his grip on her shoulders, and she tightened hers on his sides, as their hips started to push together. Instantly, her hind legs wrapped securely around his and locked the two of them together, and she let out a gasping roar as he entered her.
Shock and pain racked her body as it adjusted to this new development. Ancalagon paused enough in his consumed state to wait until she felt ready for this. He licked at her neck, and then brought his forehead down so that he could keep his eyes locked with hers as he began his rhythm. Saphira growled in blissful pleasure with each of his powerful thrusts, hearing him pant with each of his thrusts. She felt something new transpire inside of her, the fire that had been stoked by their foreplay now raging as it was fed with each of his strikes to her insides. Saphira too was panting, the white-hot sensation of pleasure that had appeared in her shoulder before now sparked through her entire being, making it feel as if lightning were dancing across her scales.
But she was kept from the edge of the bliss that was promised in the fire that now raged inside of her, as she felt that Ancalagon was continuing to hold back perhaps because of her earlier pain and not wanting to hurt her more. Touched by his thoughtfulness, but burning with need, Saphira angled her head to nuzzle the side of his face, a soft and high pitched sound escaping her as she begged him.
To fully let go and embrace what he wanted.
He took a moment to understand her intent in his lust filled craze, but when he did, he did not disappoint her. He then began to thrust into her with earnest, his hard scales scratching at hers, growls escaping him as he drove his hips harder and harder against her. The need inside of him was becoming harder to resist, she could feel it inside of him, a building tension in his muscles that accompanied her own. Their talons clenched around each other's, their breaths were in time as they panted together. Saphira arched her back, raising her hips slightly as she wanted to bring him closer.
Don't… stop… Saphira's voice rang through his head, panting and with a tone of seductiveness mixed in with a moan.
Ancalagon growled in full agreement and sped up his thrusts, growling savagely and animalistically. Saphira wrapped her forelegs and hind legs around him to pull him closer, their tails intertwining tightly. She closed her eyes, just focused on the blissful pleasure of feeling him inside her, making her feel like the most important creature in the world. Nothing mattered in his mind but her, she was his world… as he was hers.
What felt like hours was only around twenty minutes had passed when Ancalagon felt something building within his lower region, a feeling he knew all too well from… experimentation during his younger years as a human when he was entering that stage. He closed his eyes tightly and buried his face into Saphira's neck, biting and licking as his hips moved with purpose and demand, growls and pants leaving the male dragon while moans left the dragoness beneath him.
When the need built and was about to explode, he sank his teeth into her shoulder again, his teeth fitting into the slots he had created earlier, opening the wound anew and driving it deeper. Saphira roared as she felt the searing sensation of heat burst through her body, the liquid fire in her veins detonating in an explosion that eclipsed everything she had ever felt before in her life. Ancalagon roared with her as they finished together, though his cry of pleasure was muffled slightly against her shoulder, her blood once again pooling into his mouth. Saphira felt a sudden physical heat inside of her as Ancalagon finished, pouring his seed into her with one final thrust.
She gasped at the sensation like something was tickling at her belly from the inside, and she was left gasping. A few moments passed after the initial release, and Saphira had thought that it was over, when she suddenly felt a tingling inside of her as Ancalagon released once again in a short burst. It lasted this way for a few minutes, that he would release himself inside of her, setting her flesh alight with the embers of their passion before it would stop. There would be another wait of a few minutes before he released again. Saphira was quivering with the pleasure that was rolling in waves through her, not just from their mating but also from the aftermath as well, when it finally ended.
Slowly, Ancalagon eased himself out of her. But both knew they were far from done, nor did they feel exhausted by any means. Ancalagon was slightly ashamed at how long that lasted, but his eyes lit up with desire when Saphira moved onto all fours and lowered her front, lifting her rear and moving her tail aside while growling seductively at him, need and want in her eyes.
Approaching and licking his chops, Ancalagon stood up onto his hind legs and placed his forelegs onto her back before he aligned himself and forced his dragonhood into her sacred area, now taking her in the primal, dominant position that males seem to enjoy quite a lot with their female partner.
Now more sure of himself and confident, Ancalagon thrusted with purpose, growling and panting as he did. Saphira's body shook from the force of his thrusts, her moans filling his head and he would remember them for the rest of the day in this act, and clearly more was to come in the following few days since Saphira's heat cycle will last about a week.
But none of this was on the dragons' mind at the moment, they were completely consumed by their instincts, their love, desire and want for each other. This had been what they wanted, what they had been patient for. And that patience was truly worth the feeling they were experiencing right now.
Ancalagon's claws dug into Saphira's hindquarters, and he felt her tail wrap itself around his waist to pull him closer, not wanting him to entertain the idea of pulling away anytime soon once they finished this round.
Soon, after half an hour of remaining like this, Ancalagon felt the familiar feeling again and he was all too ready for it. Forcing some logical thinking through his lustful mind, he managed to speak out to Saphira. S-Saphira… I'm…
In-inside… Saphira moaned in his head. Let me… feel it… again. I'm ready…
That was all he needed to know.
With a roar, Ancalagon gave one final thrust and emptied his seed into her for the second time in their love-making, his roar loud and echoing, scaring away any nearby animals within the area. And Saphira joined him in roaring, out of a mix of the pleasure she was experiencing as he filled her, and because she wanted to make it clear she was an officially taken dragoness now.
Ancalagon thrusted his hips a few more times until he finished shooting his seed, and he laid his front down on Saphira's back. Somehow, she managed to keep herself up with the added weight, and nuzzled him lovingly.
You… you are amazing. She said softly.
As are you. He said in just as much of a whisper as she did. Even though both had finished, they knew they were not going to be stopping anytime soon. They waited for this, to show how debuted and committed to the other they were, and they were not going to disappoint.
Again. Saphira said and laid her front back down. She quite liked this way, but she was entertaining the idea of being the one on top. Hmm, maybe several rounds in. Let Ancalagon feel like the dominant one as he established that during their fight.
Ancalagon said nothing to her demand… for he was all too eager to begin for the third round. In fact, he didn't really care how long they were going to be at this. Any logical thinking or reasoning was out of his mind, his draconic instincts now in full control.
The sun had set, and the full moon was beginning to rise into the starry night sky. Eragon was at the treehouse he shared with Saphira and Ancalagon, glancing at the open balcony to see if the dragons would be returning. They had been gone for hours, and his connection with them was still closed, and he doubted it would be opening anytime soon until they were in their right minds.
However, the sound of wings flapping made his gaze snap to the balcony and he blinked when he saw Almandine and Stargazer arrive… with an unconscious Saphira and Ancalagon on their backs respectively.
"What happened?" Eragon asked, worried… and yet he felt like he really didn't want to know the answer. So why did he ask?
Stargazer huffed with signs of amusement. Let's just say… they weren't stopping until they exhausted themselves to the point of passing out. Give them the rest of the night to sleep and rest. They'll be fine in the morning.
Once the ancient dragon couple took the younger ones off their backs, the two shared wanting looks of their own before they took off.
Eragon shook his head as he looked at the cuddling dragons on the cushioned dais. Even passed out, they still wanted to be close as Ancalagon had managed to drape a wing over Saphira's back.
However, the young Rider couldn't help but smile for them, silently congratulating them on becoming official. His mind started to drift to Arya before he quickly shook that away and went to go get ready for bed.
AN: And I think that's a good place to finish this one off. Welp, Ancalagon and Saphira are finally official… and looks like they went at it so many times they passed out once it was all over. But hey, that's young love for you. Now, there will be more of the sexual content, but not too much. This is not a porn story. It'll happen here and there.
EN: Fucken sickos.. Want a porno? Look somewhere else cuz it ain't here.
AN: What he said. Anyway, leave a review, be sure to favorite and follow if you're loving this story so far.
EN: This isn't McDonald's though..
AN: Must you?
EN: Ok big mac.
AN: I prefer a large fries to be honest.
EN: I use my $20 fill up bucket from KFC as my soda cup like a true American would. Even though I'm underweight. 6'8 irl and 185lbs.
AN: Whatever you say. Now, we're finished here, people. So go off and, this is to the more dirty-minded fucks, go off to your bathroom and take care of that problem that popped up when you were reading the dragons having sex.
EN: Yknow... I got nothing to add to that. gg