getting into Trouble
Well. Here it is Blood. (You get raped ha ha!) This is how you write another writer into a story. If you don't like it...then two words...fuck off. Trouble is moving out of to charm a dragon forever. She is taking up with Erik. Deal with it. Wherever he goes, he always gets into Trouble: part 1 (<
that's a good trouble pun!) Trouble stepped out of the shack with Amethyst, heading in the same direction as Hyran. They were both in the mood for exploring, and they figured that going with Hyran was a bound to be interesting as he almost always found trouble wherever he went. They found him at the training grounds, sparring with another youth. They both settled down side-by-side to watch as Hyran fought the much younger assailant, obviously holding back more than a little. Hyran dodged to the left as the youth attacked, thrusting his blade forwards. The length of the sword passed cleanly across his stomach, sliding harmlessly past it. Hyran flicked his own wooden sword, knocking the youth's upwards, before he brought it back down, knocking it back down before he spun to the left, slapping the blade on the back of the youth's leg. The youth let out a yell of rage as swung around, sword whistling as it scythed through the air. Hyran laughed and stepped into the massive swing, grabbing his assailants arm before the swing was executed, and then pushing the youth in the chest, knocking him onto his back. The youth continued the attack, even from the disadvantageous position, swinging with great force but no real accuracy. Hyran leapt up, over a heavy blow, slamming his blade down between the youth's legs, drawing his foot back and then lashing out at the blunt side of the blade. His foot came to a stop half an inch from the blade. If he had of connected, and the sword been real, then the sword would have been pushed hard between the youth's legs, castrating him. Hyran leaned down on the hilt of the embedded blade, holding out his hand to help the youth up. "I think I beat you." He stated. "You're not human." The youth said, looking him up and down as if expecting him to have a tail or something. "I'm quite human." Hyran stated, swinging the sword idly, before spinning and throwing it, the wooden sword embedding halfway through a target several metres away. "I've just had a long time to practise." "You'd need a hundred years to become that good." The youth replied tartly. "Funny you should say that..." Hyran replied, looking over the weapons on the rack. "No human can live for a hundred years." The youth said smugly, as if it were irrefutable proof. "I'm life mated to a dragon." Hyran replied casually, as if he wasn't the only known human to have done it. "Bullshit." The youth replied. "If you're life-mated to a dragon, where is she then?" "Over there, next to the red one, see?" Hyran asked, gesturing with a hand towards the two dragons. The youth looked over and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He opened his mouth again, stared at the dragon for a second, and then closed his mouth once more. "Who is she?" He managed to finally get out. "Amethyst. A little golden dragon I met a hundred years and three days ago at a little citadel on the outskirts of known territory." Hyran said. "I'm glad you didn't say it like most people do. Last time someone called her 'it', she slashed him across the face." "She wouldn't hear me from here." The youth scoffed. "Amethyst?..." Hyran whispered, so that the youth only just heard it. A few seconds later the golden dragon landed in a ruffle of wings, looking up at him questioningly. "Yes?" She asked sweetly as Trouble trotted up to sit next to her, eyeing the new human with more than a little interest in her blue eyes. "He thought that you couldn't hear what he said." Hyran said by way of answer. Amethyst made a sound of annoyance. "You called me all the way over here just for that?" She asked petulantly, before pouncing on him and holding him down, licking along his neck. "You'll have to make it up to me." She said. "You actually?...you know?...with her?" The youth asked, looking stunned. "Oh yesss..." Hyran hissed in reply, kissing along the dragon's neck. Trouble stared at the youth's back with narrowed eyes. "What's your name?" Trouble asked abruptly. The youth turned around, completely wrong-footed at being addressed by the diminutive red dragon. "Uh...Erik." He replied. "Erik." Trouble stated, as Hyran bade his farewell and carried Amethyst off to the shack to make up for his transgression. Erik just stared at her like she was crazy. "You wanted something?" He asked. "Oh yessss...I want something very much. Maybe you'll find out one day." She relied conspiratorially in a hissed whisper. "Like what?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh. You'll just have to use your imagination." She stated, before turning and walking away from him, giggling cutely as she headed for a different destination to Amethyst and Hyran. As soon as she was out of sight, she stopped, staying there for a few minutes, before walking back into visual range and watching the human train with narrowed eyes. * * * Erik sighed as he arrived back at his shack, hanging his flails on a hook and leaning his sword by the door, tipping a few throwing stars out of his pockets and then throwing himself down onto the bed. He was almost asleep when he heard a strange scratching at his door. He got up, opening the door with a hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword, shrugging when he didn't observe anyone outside, before turning around to collapse back onto the bed. Only problem was, someone was already there. * * * Trouble had followed the human through his strange routines. Running around the camp like a buck surrounded by females in heat. He was incessant in his running, just running around the same path again and again and again pointlessly. Eventually he had gotten bored with running around in circles, and had headed home. She had followed him from a safe distance, waiting until he was inside for a few minutes, before scratching the door, slipping past him without him even noticing and crawling up onto his bed. * * * "What do you want?" Erik asked wearily as he recognized the same little red dragon that he had seen at the training grounds. He could hear her purring softly as she stretched luxuriously across his bed, yawning widely before replying. "What do you want?" She asked, smiling at him in a very predatory way. "Sleep." He stated. "But you're on my bed." "You'll just have to put up with it. I'm not moving." She replied, curling up on the bed and resting her head on her tail, staring at him with a small smile playing across her face. "Screw this." Erik said, turning towards the door and snatching up his sword, a hand stretched outwards to open the door. He gave an "oof" of surprise as the door remained closed. He heaved at it a bit harder, to no avail. He turned towards the red dragon to see that she was smiling at him, her tail slowly moving side to side as she stared at his futile efforts at opening the door. "What do you want?" He asked again, almost at the point of drawing his sword. "You." She stated. "Now...you can come willingly, or be forced. I'll let you decide; I'm not bothered either way." "Right." Erik replied. As if he would sleep with a dragon! He turned towards the door, drawing his sword and slashing heavily at the light materials of the entrance. His sword bounced off. He looked at it in surprise for a second, and then sighed and sheathed it again, sitting down n the floor cross-legged and staring at the smiling red dragon. "You intend to rape me?" He asked, as if asking her the time of day. "Not unless you make me." She replied sweetly, giggling a little. His grip tightened on his sword a little. "And what's to stop me from chopping you in half?" He asked, resting one hand on the sword hilt, the other on his knee. She slithered off the bed and began to advance on him, her eyes blazing with hunger as he stood up, preparing to defend himself from her advances. "Go ahead." She purred, stepping closer, almost touching him. "If you can." She challenged. Erik tried to draw his sword to scare her away, but his hand slipped off the hilt completely. He tried again, only to find that his sword was stuck firmly. "Not funny." He muttered to the red dragon that was getting even closer, her purrs growing with her proximity. "It's not supposed to be." She replied, purring louder and slithering closer, her til twitching gently like a cat ready to pounce. Erik looked around for his flails or throwing stars, only to find that they were nowhere to be found. He looked at the little red dragon with incredulity. "As if you could rape me! Look at you!" He said, giving a little snort of derision. He gasped as he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, pushing him downwards irrevocably. He tried to fight it, heaving upwards, veins standing out on his body as he strained to stay standing. The red dragon took the opportunity to tear his clothes off while he was otherwise occupied. He felt her claws so close to his body and his concentration lapsed, the incredible weight pushing inexorably downwards until he was lying flat on his stomach. The dragon stepped onto his back, lightly licking along the back of his neck as the weight held him firmly in place. She didn't say anything; she just sat down on his back, continuing to lick him slowly. Erik couldn't do anything. It felt as if ropes tied him down, holding him firmly in place. He struggled for a second before relaxing, giving up struggling, but not resisting. "Go ahead." He challenged, turning his head to stare at the red dragon sitting astride him. She giggled happily. "Was that a challenge or a request?" She asked. Erik gave a wordless dry of anger as he tried to move. She flipped him over with a paw, straddling him again, licking along his neck. "Why fight? It's going to happen anyway. You know it. I know it. Why not enjoy it?" She asked him, licking along his neck cutely again. Erik started struggling again. He did not want to be raped by the dragon. No matter how cute she was. "Oh well. I'll just have to enjoy it enough for the both of us." She stated, starting to rub her naked body against his. Despite his recalcitrance, he found himself getting aroused by the little red dragon, and struggled more, trying to break free from the dragon. She giggled a little as she got him hard, shifting her hips a little to bring the already hard length to her opening. He gave up struggling again, content to sit there and give her look of deepest loathing. "You may hate me. But you'll enjoy it." She stated, licking his chin happily. She pressed downwards, and Erik couldn't help but have to stifle a moan of pleasure as the dragon's tight sex fitted around his member. "Oooo." She cooed happily as she hilted him within her warm body. "You feel so good." She leaned in and kissed him, purring happily as she started to move on his hard length. Erik gave a guttural moan of mingled disgust, pleasure and anger as she kissed him, working her body against his slowly. He son forgot all about struggling as she worked herself on him, forcing him to start enjoying it as her sex began to gently tug at his erection, her orgasm already almost upon her. She pushed back at him, crooning happily and licking his nose as she spilled her juice across his thighs, her sex convulsing around his erection while he continued to give her that same look of anger. She began to move faster and faster, rocking against him, licking his face happily as she fucked the recalcitrant human. She could feel his member start to jerk inside her, and pressed herself down onto him, stifling a mingled moan/squeal of pleasure as she came again, his copious seed shooting deep within her body as he orgasmed as well. She made a little sound of satisfaction as she rocked against him a few more times, licking across his shoulder as his erection shot his last few drops of cum inside her. She stepped off him shakily, walking over to his bed and hopping up onto it, leaving him still magically bound. As she slipped off to sleep, the binding spell dissipated, leaving him free to move. But the only thing on his mind at that moment was sleep. So he did. * * * Erik awoke at the crack of dawn, a single ray of weak light shining through a crack in the shack's wall and hitting him right in the eyes. He could here the little red dragon purring on his bed, and stood up suddenly, grabbing up his sword and stepping over to the lightly sleeping mound of red scales that had raped him the night before. He looked down at his sword, pulling it free from the sheath so that the first few inches of blade was revealed, glinting in the light. Then he stared down at the peacefully sleeping red dragon. He sighed in a disconsolate way, sheathing the sword with the strange wood-on-wood sound that every katana-like weapon made when it was sheathed, and sat down lightly on the bed besides the dragon, stroking her neck with a strange look on his face. * * * Blood. See if you can match that. It took me exactly 51 minutes. (Fuck! 2300 words in less than an hour! I surprised myself this time! That's 45 words a minute and 3 keys a second not counting the time I spend thinking of the next line)