Mind Sex with the Dragon
In a dream, Dragon wings were cloaking him, he was serene. He was at ease. When you are in the pain, you want to inflict it back. You cannot learn, be shown or know anything better than it, it is in blood and you are on the knees to kiss hands of a woman or man whom you pained to the death that bleeds. There was no reprieve for the likes as him. The thorn birds were the legend, such a legend, that the God gives them pain, and then, they create such an art with their voices or with their wings, that God may above only do what he does the best, and smile back, for he had demonstrated the power of tormenting sufferings. Leaning into the touch, you are Dragon’s. The soft powers behind the thrones of the power. It isn’t the hunt or the chase that bothers you much, but when the moment of capture comes, the hideousness of the fear is showing its fangs.
Not to go near so that you may be palpated, if you are one of the powers of the world, not to have the capacity to cloak your potentials. Not to use anything, to ride or do the flight, not to deplete or contribute from remoteness, for the trees give more than they may get in exchange for imparting the most, all is connected. Related. To each other, to those who lost the path of the uprightness. He did dream, and in that trance, he was pensive, he was immersing himself into something that had no shape, and had no figure, not anything to adhere to it, he was lost in the seas of the feelings and emotions, and a trace after a trace, he was awakening. He wasn’t in the overt sky, he didn’t watch the Dragon’s caped back, neither he was hearing, there and there, that enormously swinging of the wings of majesty and pride. He was cocooned. How did he get in this mass of the cocooning oozy and sticky substance? It was the pappy emotion? What was happening to him? What he couldn’t get it, was the matter of what was occurring to his body, he was so strained and sprained from the severe exertions, that he wouldn’t make it any other day, and Beauty upon the order of her Dragon Lord has done what was direly demanded. His bones and the inner organs were dried up, the blood was expended, and the nerves weren’t connecting rightly.
Everything was rumpled and disordered. They both had to do something, so that he may live. And he did, for once he was touching his internal inspiration, even he was becoming inspirational, and he was rupturing through it, with the bare hands of his. Upon the new world, he understood that it was the giant sized tent, canopied with the silk tracks, baldachins were the eve’s awnings, the blinds were the eyeing shafts, it was translucent and it was glowed and glittered, suchlike is the art of the Dragon kind, the striped stripes, the streaks of the starred lights, of the starlight strings and of the taped dreaming, with the laced lanes, and the ribbon ties, the coverings were exquisite and enriched, and he was in there, nested for recuperation and rest. He touched his mouth. Damn, lips were glued together, and with the same ooziness coated.
Why?! It isn’t like there is anybody who could hear his screaming, neither he would do it, and yet, it was seeming, that the Dragons are leaving nothing to the chances, being humanoid or not.
- I knew that you will be up sooner than later, and these lanterns of mine are casting some strange green light, but it will have to make it up for the one we are needing, and now, let me see you and devour you with my own eyes – of course that he won’t be left alone, he turns around. Getting up, while nakedness was his due. Dragon neared, looking him straight in the eye, dismissing that the half of the human face was furled into the excreted stickiness of the Dragon that was having the watch, and holding her guard aloft. – Yes, you are, what we Elves and Dragons alike say, the Prime Breed of the Human beings, it is fundamentally right. – Mmmm, mmm – he tries to take it off.
- Oh, no, no, no, it stays on, you may speak with me through the thoughts. Just think about something, except, have your mental shields down. – Why? My mouth is not an annoyance! – It is the inconvenience. You humans love to swear a lot, and this is me, taming you. Once, when you are groomed to be a good boy, I shall set you loose and there is one more thing, you shall only eat and drink with your mouth freed, for the rest of it, if you have a craving or something you would crave to say, tell me, and I shall have it, but the gag is back. – I cannot live like this! – For some time, you will have to. – If we go anywhere… - Like what? We are up above, and even if we do walk into someone, depending on the sand circumstances, you won’t speak, you will be having the face covering, the simple veil. I will do all the talk. – You are dehumanizing me. – You are threatening even with that stance. – Give me back my weapons, give me clothing, nourish me, dammit, do anything – he wrested that crap upon his shushed mouth. – You humans, just because one sense is clogged, you are lost of how to express yourselves anyhow dissimilarly, for there is the sign language, isn’t it so? – he stops scratching at something that, obviously, won’t go off, despite how much he gravitated toward it. So, he nods. – If you do remember, you may even use it, in this way, I do not have to read or go inside your head more than it is imprudent – he was smiling like the Devil. – You bastard! You psychotic spawn of the beast!
- No, no, no – he is wagging his forefinger to the front of his – that is not doing you any favor. Remember, human, how you do hold yourself toward me, that is how you shall live. If you make it harder, so it shall be. So, where was we? Ah, yes, do we have our covenant then? – I warn you, if you do not… - You are not doing yourself anything of the esteem, instead to ease your life, you are not getting far with this kind of demeanor. – Let me speak! – Use the sign language or talk through the minds. – You shall drill where it isn’t your place to be!
- So, we both know where this goes? Hm? – Daario instinctively wants to pounce on him, but on the second thought, just studied him so, the space in between, and at the prodigious beauty of the silver man, he was stuck between the worlds, not to act, but to bend. Take it easy. – Ah, that is much better. Are you an animal or the human. Either way, I shall treat you however I want, depending on what you choose for self, and I am not in a hurry to hear the sound of your voice, anytime soon – yes, he did figure it out. Doing a little research within his inner functions, he found what he sought. Starting using the sign language. – See! It is progress – only for Daario to show him the sign of the penis and to fuck himself up, for all he cares, the humanoid Dragon was downed. – Oh, well, I cannot promise it to myself, but I can…to you. And, even though you still have to be cleaned and do all what is your body requiring, I may do it. Why to squander a good opportunity – human eyes bulged, the flouncing cape is down, and so, the Dragon helm along with the plume and the rest of the suit of armor, before was the nude silver beautifulness. The goddesses, the enchantresses, the seductresses, witches and sorceresses, couldn’t sculpt him superiorly than God!
From the mother nature born. Priming to be silvered and saddled. What awaits more?! Albeit all Elves go far for even the medicine if it shall relieve the childbirth pains, the children stay where they are born, and the rest of the family rules the rest, of the 7 Gates of Heaven, like in Gondolin. Hormonal changes for enzymes and glands to function normally in growing the wombs. For all genders, it is the secret how. Knowing exactly what awaits, he tried to stall it out, as long as he could do it, to loiter and linger. Using the sign tongue of his, Exalior listened to.
- Yes, I may hood you, so that you do not have a veil, but I believe that veiling even your head will do, but if you wish, you may stay hooded, and with the bound mouth also, but when you are completely mine, you shall be unhooded, ungagged and unbound. I mean, only if you are into it, but everything else, it shall be as you are in my intestinal blood, like the King or Queen Bees, in our inwards, oh, you shall be idolized. Until that time…
- I do not want to.
- Copulation with me? – instantly, this did strike a nerve, somehow, Exalior felt insulted, very affronted.
- It isn’t what you think. – I am the exemplary personification, unblemished model of the Dragons and you are to deny me?
- No, no – he flailed desperately his arms, he was digging his undercroft – no, no, it is just, it is too soon and it shall be rape!
- Rape? – he stretched out his muscularly slender arms: - Look at me, rape? Would you deem that I rape you? I want to love you, you do not allow, and the first thing that you fear, is me, taking you against your will? That is impossible. Elves never rape. It is consensual, who has ever rejected the Elf? Specifically, a Dragon? And all what you can vex yourself with is, that I am going to impregnate you? Yes, I am inside you already. Grow the womb within? I have just met you! Sure, I did things to you, but that is what you do anticipate from the hunt, don’t you? – only there and then, Daario could see what this person was. He was the junior version of Glorfindel of Golden Flower. The Lord and the Master, but this time, it was a Targaryen Elf, or simply, a Targaryen the Dragon. Both humanoid and the one of the wyrm types, along with wyvern, drakes and hydras and other worm combinations with the sea ones. He wasn’t a hybrid, neither his Dragon was intersexual, but he had that streak of sadism, and it wasn’t playing well for him.
- I do not wish such a paired experience. I want it… - As humans do? Dear, when you see my pride, all swelling tendrils, and they even lengthened, you wouldn’t know what hit you! – Please, just not now! Is that all right? – But you do find me repulsive? I didn’t bethink that I am so much loathed and to be sickened by you, that is something you shouldn’t ask of me…there is the punishment. – No, no and no, you are the most spellbinding personality ever, the shiny skin, the sparkling glint, and your voice is ethereally in me, but just…- he didn’t even notice that he was stepping back and back, till he didn’t feel the other side of the tent, slipping on the littered heaven pillows with the pillowed cushions and wadded bolsters, that were colorfully strewn, what kind of magic is this? He fell on it, and a humanoid Dragon dived upon him, outspread on him, taking him with kisses and canoodling tastes. Mmm, mmm. – Shhh, shh, look at me, Daario Naharis, yes, that is well – he fondled him, kissed him, having him, brushing as the paintbrush, painting his skin, both were dipped down, into the pillowing baldachins, there shall be dents, and dints, he was feeling so valued – am I not everything you dreamed, even more? Boy?!
Daario starts to be eased up. Loosened with the young Dragon Prince whose bulge was already of the king-size and leisurely, taking his time, he was plunging in, submerging. Mmmm, mmm, mmmm, he was clinging to his Dragon, oh, not his Dragon, for the flavor of the claiming was so feral, that there was both the tenderness and the beauty of the passion. He was fired up.
Exalior hushed him, after the anguish, comes the joy. And after some time, while he danced inwardly him, he begins to feel it. It was there, both growing and insemination, but still not to be disseminated into him, he shall wait, but that climax, that was approaching, it was the quintessential contentment, he saw the stars, how they are brought down.
He didn’t even realize, that this dance has lasted for hours, and it was like the blink of an eye. How is the even presumable? The most significant thing was that he could breathe through his mouth even when it is bound.
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- There, there, shhhh, now comes the exciting part – Daario was screaming his eyes out, it was the typical culmination of the marking, blood is seeping, then healing by licking, a nice hickey!
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He was wrapped up, into the skin, in the respiring till he didn’t return the caring ministrations, the dealings with the care and love. They danced again and this time, Daario is becoming theirs.
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Blood is commixed with the white sand and sweat.
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So, this were his Lady Beauty and Exalior, captain of the first squad.
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He fell lovingly.