Clarytha
Another short story by me. This time, there's been bit of a change. I'm writing from the perspective of the dragoness. It's a bit vague. Oh well.
One of my longest short stories.
Clarytha
Clarytha sighed imperiously, staring at the human down her long, slim muzzle, a paw resting on the hard stone floor in front of her, talons tapping on the floor in succession in a sign of her boredom.
What she wouldn't give for something to happen! All she had was dull and dreary people shuffling past her one-by-one, asking pointless questions, demanding pointless things, going about their short, pointless lives as if they were the ones who ruled over the land, not her!
"And that, miss, is why we must execute a pre-emptive strike again the southern empire." The man concluded, giving her a deep bow of deference.
"A pre-emptive strike against out neighbours? Those who have never raised their weapons again us? Those that lack the spine to even rout the cultists from their lands? I should think not." She snorted imperiously, waving a talon in a bored way, gesturing for him to leave and for the next pointless problem to beneath her muzzle as if it warranted her attention. She tapped her talon on a tiny golden bell, a clear chime echoing in the still air, the signal for the next person to enter.
Clarytha sighed again, trailing her hand through the gold coins piled beneath her, the coins clinking gently like music. Once, the sound had made her smile, but she was getting on in years, being almost 30, she would have to find a mate very soon to even have a chance at a successful mating and eggs. The sound of the gold was the sound of her imprisonment, as the elder mages obviously knew.
The elder mages were the one's who had concocted this useless 'system'. The dragons were at the top, with the humans below them. The human's gave up every unclaimed piece of treasure to the giant dragons, in return for their 'protection'. A lot of good that was, she thought wryly, the only thing she protected the empire from was the gutless fools who came to her seeking for her to give their stupid plans the go ahead so that they could ruin the delicate balance with war and chaos.
She sighed once more as the door to the treasure room opened, admitting another hapless fool into her clutches, until he would be released in a few minutes, sent back into the world with the knowledge that his plans were for naught if the dragoness didn't give them the go ahead, which she obviously wouldn't
A man walked through the big double doors, striding over to her.
Something about caught her attention immediately. She didn't know what it was, but there was something about him that intrigued her from the moment she first looked at him.
She stared at him as he crossed the floor, his head down, obviously still thinking about what he was going to say, how best to make his proposal to her in the most acceptable way possible.
It was then that she realised what it was about him that was part of his enigma to her. He wasn't scared of her.
That was saying something. She was a uniform golden colour, with two huge golden wings folded close to her body, her long firm tail tipped with a blade sharper than most swords, her long neck topped by her head, her slim muzzle filled with huge teeth, able to kill any animal except maybe a whale with a single, bone-crunching bite.
The man strode over in front of her. The way that she lay and the position of the door made it so that she only saw him in profile until he was standing directly in front of her, when he executed a turn, and looked up at her.
By that time, Clarytha already had put her head back down, putting on the carefully constructed act of imperious ruler. She knew just how to instil awe in her followers. All she had to do was look at anything other than them, and act bored, interrupt them while they were speaking, act irritated, pout a bit, bare her fangs, and that was about all she had to do to have the spineless humans wetting themselves and falling over each other to do her bidding. She had lost the urge to be dominant to anyone a long time ago. But the system decreed that she had to do it, at least until she was too old or feeble to lie in a room full of treasure and listen to daft humans all day long.
"Milady." He said, removing his helmet and kneeling, his long brown hair spilling around his shoulders as he moved.
"Your question?" She asked, inspecting him closely without even looking at him.
One thing the humans didn't know about dragons was that vision was not focussed on whatever they were looking directly at. Their vision was just as good to at least 30 degrees away from what they were looking directly at, so all she had to do was lay her paw in front of her and preen it with her eyes half-closed to stare at him all she wanted without him suspecting a thing.
From Clarytha's voluminous experience with humans, he was of average build, average height, with a rather handsome face and armour of average quality. He looked to be about the same age as her, although Clarytha had been known to make embarrassingly large mistakes about age.
She stared at him for a long time, not answering his honorific, knowing that this made her seem more imposing than she already was.
Once again she was amazed at how small they were. She couldn't exactly crush one under her weight. They would die if she rolled over on them by accident, or if she deliberately pushed down hard on one with her paw. They were only half the length of her tail. She could tear off one of his arms and use it as a toy! That though sent a rush of desire through her, which coloured her neck and cheeks, accentuating her beauty, but she managed to stop it before it reached down lower, where it would be much more visible. It wasn't the thought of tearing off his arm that made her horny, it was the thought of pleasuring herself, something she hadn't been able to do for the last three months!
Her head was easily as long as one of the arms the man held stiffly at his sides, each talon at least as long as his hand, her teeth each the size of his middle fingers, her eyes the size of his clenched fist. She almost snorted with derision, that something so small thought that it could sway the mind of something so mighty!
She left him standing there, while she rolled onto her back among the treasure, gently spreading the luxurious trinkets across her belly and rubbing them along it. She also knew that flaunting her wealth was something that awed most people. But during the whole time that she as carefully not paying him any attention, he didn't look up once.
Is he going to say something? She thought to herself. Usually you can't get these infernal prime apes to shut up. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was mute.
She continued to play with her treasure, sometimes holding up a chalice of great value and inspecting it closely, as if it was priceless. To the humans it was, but to her she might as well use it to pick her teeth for all the worth it held. As she rolled, her tail covered her modesty. She didn't care one way or another, because she knew that there was no human alive who would stare at her sideways, but once, a man had ran from the room, his hands over his mouth as if to stop himself being sick after catching a glimpse of her sex, and if she hoped to find a mate, then she couldn't just go displaying herself everywhere. It was good practise for when--if--she met a male dragon that didn't make her want to tear his throat out.
She probed gently at the humans mind with her magical telepathy abilities, wondering what was going on in there. All she found was infinite patience, and, somewhere deep in the calm grey lake of his patience, a few inaccessible bits of information.
She sighed and rolled back onto her side, her tail shifting a little bit, revealing her modesty to anyone who dared to look.
At that instant, she felt a very powerful urge from the human.
She probed at his mind gently, leaving her tail where it was, her body revealed, so that she could find out what the thought was before the infernally efficient human mind squashed down the feeling and made it disappear without a trace.
To her surprise, she found that he had a powerful urge to look up and stare at her. She could feel the compulsion growing stronger with every second, and toyed with him, slithering her tail slightly from side to side, revealing, and then alternately concealing, her to him. She gave an inward smile as the urge for him to look up receded, and then came back stronger in turns.
She knew his type well. He was a voyeur. A person who loved to see that which was forbidden, and to remember it forever. She had even heard that some of the humans experience sexual pleasure in watching something that they weren't supposed to.
She probed a bit deeper, seeing none of those signs. So he was the curious voyeur type, the type that just looked because they weren't supposed to. That, or his mind was very good at squashing emotions that he didn't want to feel, or he could have been in complete denial that he felt a rush of sexual excitement at watching the forbidden.
She stared at him for a second, and then used some of her other magical talents.
She gently touched at his ear-drums with her magic, careful not to go too deep, because a human's brain was very fragile, and vibrated the three bones that produced sound.
Usually, the untrained magic user created an echoing maelstrom of noise, which pounded into and around each note of pure sound, more often than not sending the person who heard it insane. But Clarytha was very good at this type of delicate magic usage, and could creature specific sounds.
The man jumped as he heard the dragon whisper in his ear from behind.
"You have information for me." She made it sound as if it was coming from behind him, and made a warm breeze caress his neck, as if she were standing right behind him. She stretched her magic to its fullest extent to make it seem realistic, adding scent, a strange mixture of flowers and apples, and taste as well, which was also rather strange, a mix of honey and well-cooked meat. The taste was almost imperceptible, but it was the key to making the sensation realistic.
"Yes" He replied. To his great credit, he didn't move at all, and she probed at his mind, finding that he only felt a strong sense of surprise and confusion, but no fear at all.
"Then speak." She said out loud, finally making him look up for a second.
The rush of emotions he felt swirled through her mind, transmitted perfectly down her telepathic line of communication.
There was a curious mix of reverence and some other powerful emotion she couldn't define. She had never even felt it herself. It was like a mix of two other emotions, impossible to pin down, but it still tugged at her mind like a briefly scented smell that was familiar yet different.
She stared down her muzzle at him, her eyes locking with his, pinning him in place, freezing him with her powerful gaze. She knew his type well. He was, among other things, a reverent. He revered dragons as the most powerful, majestic creature to ever grace the earth. It was clear in his mind as he stared at her. He couldn't wrench his eyes from her. To him, they were the most wonderful things in the world, two dark pits that went on forever, filled with promises of knowledge and power.
Coupled with his voyeuristic nature, it was no wonder that her body was something that he wanted to minutely inspect. His revenant nature would make her untouchable in his eyes, above even the gods, which would, by extension, make her even more forbidden. She was surprised that he could have restrained himself from looking at her to this point.
"I have information about the empire to the south milady." He murmured as if in a daze, somehow resisting her gaze and staring at the ground.
Clarytha's eyes watered. She had been using a spell to keep his gaze locked on her. That he had broken it showed that he possessed a simply amazing mental acumen.
"What is the information that you speak of?" She asked imperiously, once again rolling onto her back, letting her tail slip out to a comfortable position, now not even making any pretence of obscuring her dragonesshood, wondering how long before he would be too tempted to resist gazing upon something so forbidden. He would look. It was as sure as the sun coming up in the morning. The voyeurs always did, even if it disgusted them, they still couldn't resist.
She was constantly amazed by the human mind's ability to become so fixated on a directive that it caused discomfort to itself to carry out such an act.
She let her mind wander as the man stayed silent, unconsciously; her mind still felt his emotions, although she had stopped examining them. She thought about the males that she could mate. There was the handsome red dragon Centyr, who was the best-looking piece of dragon meat around, but unfailingly stupid and impolite. But just thinking about him could get her wet!
She felt the familiar rush of warmth between her legs, something that hadn't happened in months, and she gave a barely audible sigh of unhappiness and rolled onto her stomach, hoping that the human hadn't noticed her embarrassing lapse of bodily control.
She looked over, and was surprised to see the human staring at her, his mind a whirling mass of desire and self-disgust, an erection pressing hard against his pants.
She was momentarily stunned by the bulge in his pants. She didn't think that humans could get that big!
His mind was no longer a calm lake of patience. It was writhing, boiling ocean of red lust, the indescribable colour of self-disgust swirling somewhere down deep, swallowed completely by the lust he felt at finally gazing upon something that was forbidden to him.
She watched him patiently for a few minutes, as if she hadn't noticed anything. Inside, she was screaming with happiness. She knew exactly what type of human he was, and exactly how to extract every secret he had.
"I can give you something for your information." She whispered, once his emotions had settled enough for him to understand English properly.
"Like what?" He asked, with a curious lack of emotion, either in his words or mind.
"I can give you what's behind that door." She said, pointing to a small black door with a talon. It was carved with golden inlay, depicting a flaming eastern dragon.
"Would the normal reward not suffice?" He asked, thoroughly surprising her.
All voyeurs loved to see what was behind secret doors!
She probed at his mind, diving beneath the now calm liquid that was his thoughts with her consciousness, searching until she found what she was looking for.
She was surprised again. She had found what the human wanted to do the most at that time. Most of the time it involved taking a certain piece of treasure, or some other thing like that. But this human, who was getting more and more intriguing by the second, just wanted to rub her eye ridges.
She knew that he was a revenant, a dragon-lover of the highest kind, but most of them had the strangest wants. One of them had actually wanted to be swallowed whole by her! She had granted that wish, swallowing him with a single gulp, wincing as he screamed and flailed inside her stomach, filling it so completely that he was unable to move with her constricting intestines holding him firmly in place while her digestive juices slowly burnt the flesh from his bones. But he had asked for it.
"You can rub my eye-ridges." She stated, and smiled as she felt his mind almost shut down with the wealth of emotions rushing through it.
There was desire. Probably a desire to rub her eye-ridges. Then, for the first time, fear. Maybe fear of being granted his desire, or fear of her knowing his needs, or some other abstract fear. Then there was that lust again, that he could do something completely forbidden. And many others besides, but those three were in the fore of his mind, and the rest where a whirling rainbow of possible emotions and improbable reasons for them, which she had learned to ignore.
"The southern king has been usurped." He gasped out, his body once again reacting to his desire to do the forbidden.
"I would have heard of this." She said imperiously.
She almost laughed out loud at the rush of fear that ran through his mind. He tried hard to deny it, but he really wanted to rub her eye-ridges, possibly more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
"The usurper lurks behind the throne, pulling the strings like a puppeteer, unseen but in complete control." He gasped out.
"I see." She stated, leaving him hanging for several moments while she thought.
This was news to her, and if it was true, and there was no indication of a lie from his mind, then there could be huge repercussions all across the lands. He was deserving of his reward, but he had other pieces of information that he could give her, and she intended to use his revenant nature to get them out of him.
"You may have your reward." She stated imperiously, moving her head down to his height and resting it on the ground so that he could approach.
The human stood frozen as sometimes happened when they felt a turmoil of emotions.
She used her magic to push him in her direction, and he stumbled over, falling against her head in a clumsy movement.
"I gave you permission to rub my eye-ridges, not to punch them." She stated, staring at him from a distance of not two feet, making him blush and look at his feet.
She smiled inwards as she stared at him coldly. That was the first stage of a human becoming very uncomfortable with the situation. Regression, giving the human childish tendencies, was the minds reaction to stress.
"Are you going to take your reward or am I going to have rest my head on the cold ground all day waiting for you?" She asked in an icy voice, forcing him to move over to her head and gently run his hands along the giant, seemingly angry carnivores eye-ridges.
He began to rub above her eyes gently, making her give an involuntary croon of delight and nudge him, unconsciously begging for more caresses.
He gave them gladly, starting to move his other hand up to her eye.
I did not give you permission to use both hands. She stated, using telepathy, making him drop that hand to his side and blush again.
What other information do you have for me? She asked. I know that there is more. If it is of worth, then I will let you use both hands.
He shuddered, and quickly stated, "The usurper of the southern crown plans to take other crowns as well."
You may use both hands. She offered.
He eagerly lifted his other hand and began to rub along her scales, kneading at them gently. His body, stretched over her head, was pressed again her, and she could feel his erection gently studding the scales at the back of her head, and felt a rush of desire, realising that if she didn't find a male dragon, then she would die and unmated virgin.
What else? She asked.
"There is an army gathering in the north, a small band of bandits stole the jewel of the sea two days ago, a brigand band killed the leader of the eastern marshes, and the king of the western desert committed seppuku yesterday." He said quickly.
She was almost dazed. This was good Intel. If she were to have to pay for it in the normal way, then she would have to give up a good chunk of treasure, and here she was getting it just by having a human rubbing her eye ridges. A human who was very gifted with his hands too. She purred gently twisting her head to get him to caress her neck.
He moved onto it eagerly, thinking that this was his prize for all that Intel. She was extremely surprised that that was all he wanted!
I will let you massage my rear legs and tail. She stated, making him tremble slightly with desire for something so forbidden, But you must be careful, a dragons back legs and tail are their most intimate, sensitive places. She stated, telling him without so many words that if he messed up then she would eat him.
She remained in that position, on her stomach, while the man slowly worked his way down her body, kneading at the giant muscles of her tail and back legs, rubbing her knees and caressing her tail with gentle touches.
She rolled onto her side unconsciously, her tail held out straight behind her, stretched out properly for the first time in months as the human started massaging the inside of her legs and the underside of her tail.
She murred quietly and lifted her head, pointing it towards him but leaving her eyes closed as she just enjoyed the play of his expert fingers across her scales.
She gasped as her eyes flew open, staring at the human accusingly. That wasn't her tail!
The human's hand had slid up higher and higher without her even noticing, until it reached her sex, which was already opened slightly with her previous lust, the lips spread open wide, revealing the depths of her pink interior. That was what the human was gently massaging. One hand gently caressing her soft, firm lips, while the fingers of the other gently dove into the opening he had found, gently caressing the tender flesh within.
She glared at him, wondering what could have possessed the human to do such a thing! Nothing in his mind even hinted at such a thing!
But then she gasped, as a rush of fluids escaped her lips, her arousal finally awakening fully, making her snarl softly in need for him to continue as he pleasured her.
Taking her snarl as a rebuttal, he quickly removed his hands, leaping nimbly backwards, as if she would bite him.
"Keep going!" She snarled at him, as her insides clenched around a non-existent object.
He stared at her for a second, until she snarled at him again, her tail wrapping around him and setting him back at her tail-base, facing her wetly gaping insides.
He smiled and gently dove his hand back in, his fingertips slightly splayed, massaging her sensitive inner flesh with circular motions, sending her wild with lust.
He shifted slightly, taking her tail between his knees, adjusting the angle of his arm and thrusting his hand into her a little bit.
She purred with pleasure, closing her eyes as the human pleasured her, completely uncaring that what she was doing was wrong.
She gasped and her eyes flew open again. That wasn't his hands!
She gave a growl of pleasure as the human took his tongue and ran it lustfully over her clit, making her growl again and clench tight around his hand, not yet orgasming but growing close.
She watched with interest as he stopped rubbing and removed his clothes, revealing his rock-hard erection to her.
He got back into position, licking along her clit while fingering her, but this time, his erection gently slid along the base of her lips, causing even more pleasure to coarse through her rapidly tensing body.
Staring at his raging erection, she realised what the feelings that he had been feeling all during there meeting were. They were full-on lust for her body. No voyeurism, no revenant nature asserting itself, just plain lust, and a need to make her cum.
Well, he was about to get his wish. She thought to herself as her insides clenched tight around his hand, holding it in place as she came, bucking up, his hand moving delightfully within her convulsing, pulsing sex, her juices spilling from around his invading limb.
She gave a mighty draconic roar of pleasure as she came, almost deafening him.
When she had finally relaxed, he slowly started pulling his hand out, centimetre by centimetre, making her whimper as he hit sensitive places.
As his hand came free, she wondered if she could offer him something to make him come back. Would all her treasure suffice? Would that be enough to make him come back and give her more pleasure?
She was still having these thoughts when he thrust his pulsing erection deep inside her body, taking her virginity with a single, swift thrust.
She arched up, roaring with surprise and pain, and then staring at him as he stared back, locking eyes with her and starting to move within her heated depths.
She glared at him again as she realised that her virginity was gone, as if it had never been. She wondered what could make this human so bold as to think that he could take her virginity and not pay dearly for it!
But then she forgot all about taking revenge on him as the pain dissipated and was replaced by pure pleasure.
She locked eyes with him, staring at the human bringing her so much pleasure as he stared deep into her eyes in return, thrusting gently, her depths reacting to the invasion of her privates by suckling and squeezing around the long, slippery erection as it gave her pleasure such as she had never known, maker her eyes close halfway, a look of dreamy bliss crossing her face as the mating couple stared at each other.
She tried to buck into his thrusts and make him move faster, but discovered that that wouldn't work, because he was completely supporting himself on her body, thrusting slowly, torturing her with promises of impossible pleasure, but being deliberately slow and sparing in fulfilling those promises, making her fight tooth and claw for each little pulse of pleasure, but making the experience so much the better for it.
He rested his hands on her rib-cage, lowering himself slowly, until his hips were pressed hard against hers, and then pulled out and slammed back in hard a few times, making them both give sounds of extreme pleasure.
He gasped and worked at her gaping opening harder making her give a small roar of pleasure as he took her right to the edge of her orgasm and then slowed down, denying her the ultimate pleasure until he was ready to give it to her.
She was always the dominant one, but being dominated by the human, being completely at his mercy, taking the submissive position, made her so much more aroused.
She just lay there, letting him do to her what he wanted.
He place his bare feet flat on the floor, and began to thrust hard into her body, each jack-hammer like thrust taking them closer to the edge.
She began to roar, one long, continuous, unbroken resonance of pleasure as she finally started to orgasm.
As her sex pulsed around his erection, he took his cock in his hand and pulled it out of her, stroking it rapidly a few times, holding it high so that the hot stream of his cum spilled across her belly.
She roared and shrieked, writhing with pleasure at each drop of warm cum that spurted across her belly, spreading all four of her legs wide as her sex convulsed, spilling juices all across her tail base and then dripping down to the ground as the human continued to spurt his searing seed across her belly.
The human continued to orgasm for almost ten seconds more, his cock erupting, shooting thick, hot jets of creamy white cum across her cool scales, making her writhe under him with each surge of hot fluid that erupted across her body.
She slowly settled down, relaxing back as the human sat back heavily on her tail, almost falling of the juice-slicked surface, getting covered in her juices himself.
"Would you like me to come back tomorrow mistress?" He asked the dragoness, who was lying on her back, chest heaving with their recent exertions.
She glared at him, picked him up with her tail, and set the impudent human down in front of her muzzle, licking him clean with an icy look on her face.
"If you don't, I'll come looking for you." She warned, pushing him in the direction of the door once he had gotten dressed.
She watched the human go, and smiled, happy in the knowledge that she had finally found a mate.