Raven's night
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Raven's night
The young dragon ran down the long, dark alleyway, shafts of muted sunlight barely reaching the littered ground.
The dragon himself was tall, nearly 8 feet, with two massive wings folded tightly to his back, yellow eyes forwards, intent, flicking from lamp to doorway to joining alleyway, ever wary, his angular features giving him a very streamlined look. His ebony talons tapped on the ground as he ran, creating a clicking sound that pursued him. The talons were the same colour as his brow horns, which swept back in an elegant curve, ending in a sharp point, the angle all wrong for any kind of physical use like skewering someone with them or using them for anything really.
His name was Sylin, and he was a freelance adventurer, trying to find his father, and failing miserably at it. During his travels he had attracted the attention of many an unsavoury person, and they would pursue him to the end of the earth to exact their less-than-divine retribution. But that was not why he ran. He had found a note, affixed to his bed for the night, telling him that a certain person knew where his father was, and that he should meet them face-to-face, and then it had given him a meeting pace, and a warning to come alone.
The meeting place wasn't far now, so he slowed down, eventually coming to a fast walking pace, one paw idly sitting under his wing, where he had his beautifully forged Katana hidden.
It had been a spoil of war of sorts. He had received it for killing a knight after the aforementioned knight cheated a noble man at a game of chance. He hadn't meant to kill the knight, but the knight would not relinquish his ownership of the heirloom he had wrongfully won, and decided to kill Sylin as well, and so they had fought, the big blue dragon winning by luck, a sad sort of irony for the knight. He had taken the sword from the corpse and ever since it had served him well.
The first thing he saw was that the alleyways ended in a square of sorts, covered by a huge piece of fabric that stretched from one end to the other, letting irregular shafts of light spill down from above, providing the barest of lighting.
He immediately dropped into a crouch and slid himself behind a discarded food cart, one wheel missing, the other broken beyond repair. He stayed there for a few minutes, waiting and watching, tail tip twitching with agitation as he strove not to just draw his sword and march in.
A flash of movement caught his eye, and he stared at the area, waiting for whatever it was to move again, tensed and ready to move at the slightest hint of danger. He sighed relaxed as he realised that it was just a piece of cloth fluttering in the breeze.
He shivered as a rush of air slid across his neck, and thanked the gods that he didn't have skin, otherwise he would have had the worst goosebumps, and kept staring around he square for a few moments, wondering where this elusive contact was, and also wondering if he was being played.
But then something clicked, something about the stale quality of the air and the dampness in it, and the way that a certain current of air was cool and refreshing.
...Someone was standing right behind him!
He spun around as fast as he could, pushing backwards with his feet so that he rolled right over the cart, landing on his feet and drawing his sword all in one smooth movement, keeping the cart between himself and the other.
A soft, quiet giggle echoes from the dark recesses of the wall where Sylin had hidden only moments before, and slowly, the creature stepped out into the light.
She was about 6 foot tall, with long, shiny black feathers adorning her body, dark yellow eyes, and a black beak from which echoed the feminine giggle. Each limb ended in five talons, each one gleaming with sharpness. Her body was bare of anything, clothes, jewellery, or adornment of any kind. The only thing she had was lustrous black feathers, the longest ones, on her tail and wings, almost as long as Sylin's forearm.
He relaxed slightly, lowering his sword, which was held close to his chest, the tip forwards, blade up, staring at the raven, which, judging from the curves and slim figure, was female.
"Have you seen anyone else here?" He asked immediately, reaching under his wing to draw out a gold coin, remembering someone saying that ravens were fascinated by shiny objects.
"No one here! No one here!" She cawed.
Sylin was mildly interested in the female, seeing that he had never met a raven before. They were rare and elusive, only really coming out on raven's night, which was July the 25th and that was when every raven in the city came out of their little hidey-holes and celebrated the date when their maker decided to make them or something along those lines. Sylin had never been interested in the ravens overly much. Of course, he had had the odd fantasy about them but other than that...
Anyway, this raven was quite crazy. Despite her immaculate appearance, she was totally, utterly insane. That was Sylin's judgement anyway.
"I guess you don't need this then." He said, slowly starting to put the coin away.
The raven's eyes darted from his face to the coin, which he was careful to keep visible, and she suddenly took a step forwards, dancing on the spot in agitation and cawing "Was a wolfie here! Was a wolfie here not long ago!"
"What was he doing? What did he look like?" He said, unconsciously leaning forwards to stare into the crazy ravens eyes.
"He looked like..." The raven leant right in close, leaning right over the cart so that her beak almost touched his muzzle before cawing, "He looked like...a wolfie!" And snatching the coin from his paw.
He lashed out to try and stop her, but the cart was in his way and she quickly turned and leapt into the air, leaving in a rush of wings, probably to go and buy drugs with her newly won wealth.
"Fucking druggo's" Sylin muttered, sighing and deciding that his contact wasn't going to turn up. He trudged his way back to the tavern he was staying at, walking up the creaking wooden steps to his room, which was right at the top.
The first thing he saw was that his window was open, and that a note was sitting on his pillow.
It said, When all other possibilities are eliminated, the remaining possibility, no matter how unlikely, must be the answer. And then was the time and place for another meeting, and, taped under the writing, was a gold coin, and a single black raven's feather.
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Sylin awoke first thing the next morning, and immediately vaulted out the window, opening his wings so that he landed lightly on the ground before taking off running to his next meeting place, this time it was a fountain in the middle of the city, several kilometres from where he currently was.
It took him an hour to reach the fountain, at which point he stopped and shook his head, blinking several times. The place was filled with ravens. They were everywhere, creating a whirling, chaotic mass of black feathers that revolved endlessly around the water fountain. He wondered why there were so many and then realised what it was, it was raven's night, or rather, raven's day, as night had not yet fallen.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, unsure how to progress. There was nothing but ravens near the fountain, and he was unsure about the etiquette of getting to the fountain, or if trying to get there would result in the ravens turning on him with their incredibly sharp looking talons.
A raven broke away from the rest and whirled over to him, a string of beads and bones rattling around her neck as she danced a provocative circle around him.
"Ooo! A dragon!" She cawed, grabbing his arm and leading the very reluctant dragon into the fray of moving ravens. Immediately she pulled him closely, drunkenly kissing him.
He tried to pull away, a she was obviously severely intoxicated, but she wouldn't let go, holding him in a deceptively powerful grip. The raven laid her head on his shoulder and crooned drunkenly, steering him around the dancing bodies, his blue scales contrasting with horrible visibility against the black ravens feathers all around him.
The raven pulled him onto an unoccupied bench, one of the ones ringing the fountain, and immediately pushed him onto his back with a strangely powerful shove, straddling him and smiling hazily down at him. "Such a big boy!" She cawed, swaying slightly above him.
Sylin struggled, but he was pinned, and he had the sudden image of this raven female raping him in front of everyone there at the fountain, before she swayed again, her eyes half-closing, and then she toppled forwards onto him, almost hitting him in the face with her beak, breathing deeply, her beak half-open and a drunk, happy look on her face.
He was about to push her off him when she spoke again, making him freeze in place. "If you had any idea how hard it is to get my feathers this clean then you would know that throwing me off and getting them dirty would be quite detrimental to your health. Now be a gentleman and carry me back to my room." She murmured, her beak barely moving, her expression not changing at all.
"Um...okay." He muttered, sitting up and cradling her close as she almost fell off him, standing up, being careful not to let her feathers touch the ground. "Big boy have fun with raven! Big boy have fun with raven!" She cawed loudly, gurgling happily and lolling limply in his grasp.
With a few muttered directions from her, he carried her to a tall building, when he was told to go right to the top.
"Fun with raven big boy! Only twenty and threescore thousand steps left big boy!" She cawed, delighted, her smile definitely not an act.
He groaned at the amount of steps he was supposed to walk, and muttered, "Please do me a favour and keep that sort of shit to yourself."
It took him nearly half an hour to get to the top of the building, panting heavily and kicking open the door, throwing the raven on the bed and collapsing onto the floor with a groan of discomfit.
The raven immediately leapt from the bed and tiptoed over to the door, closing it and latching it, staring down at the exhausted dragon lying on her floor and giggling softly.
"It's not funny..." He muttered, trying to stand up and failing miserably.
"It's funny from where I'm standing." She said, laughing softly and leaning against the wall besides her, crossing her arms over her chest casually.
"I'm hoping you have information for me...after that elaborate little act you put on, we'd better hope you do." He murmured, not even looking up.
"Yes I do." She whispered, walking over to him drunkenly and throwing herself into his arms, snuggling him contentedly. "Twenty five for fun! Twenty five gold for fun!" She cawed right in his ear, making him wince as she licked soothingly at his neck, muttering, "We were followed, just go along with it."
"Go along with it?" He hissed as he took out his money back and began to slowly count out coins.
"Use your imagination." She hissed in return, and then said in her drunken caw, "Twenty five! Need twenty five! Three extra if you want other funs!"
Sylin counted out twenty five coins and set them aside, and then stared at her, unsure what to do now.
"Oo! Big boy has twenty five! Big boy gets fun now!" She cawed, before running her taloned hand quickly down his stomach and fondling his balls eagerly.
Sylin gasped and arched slightly at the groping, locking eyes with her and asking a question wordlessly.
"Big boy pays! Big boy gets fun now!" She cawed by way of answering, pushing him onto his back and straddling him, smiling down at him as she stroked his chest expertly with her hands, running her talons across his scales, making him tense up. He snatched her wrist, trying to make her stop.
"Oh no, no, no! Big boy must not be impatient! Big boy must relax! Big boy paid for lots of fun and big boy gets lots of fun!" She cawed out, delighted, leaning down and locking her beak against his muzzle, reaching down to fondle his sheathe with a free hand while her other rested on his chest, helping her to keep her dubious balance.
"Stop!" He hissed, as her dextrous fingers found the opening of his sheath and began to rub it in little circles, arousing him instantly.
"No refunds big boy! No refunds! Big boy gets fun now!" She cawed. He could feel his cock slipping free from his sheath, as much as he tried to stop it, and then he felt the raven slowly running her free hand along the length, playing her fingers across it as she crooned softly, and he stopped wanting her to stop, the single minded desire for her to continue became his only conscious thought.
"Is big boy liking his fun?" She cawed, staring down at him as her fingers played expertly along his length.
"Mmmm..." He moaned in assent, arching his back and gasping slightly as she wrapped her hand around his length and began to stroke it with slow, smooth motions, making it harden further and start throbbing.
"Big boy must move! Big boy must sit on couch! Raven must make big boy have fun! Big boy must sit on couch!" She cawed, slowly lifting herself off him, laying down besides him and smiling at him.
He did as asked, belatedly moving over to the couch and turning around to sit down to find that the raven was standing right in front of him. She gave his shoulders a sharp push, and he fell back onto the couch. She immediately straddled him, resting with her knees on either side of his hips, black feathers swaying as she lowered herself so that the tip of his hard cock barely touched her moist cunt.
The raven giggled and arched her back, lifting her tail up as high as she could as she suddenly dropped herself onto him, sliding his erection deep into her heated depths.
They both let out loud cries at the penetration, the raven no longer acting as she began to slowly move herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as her insides rippled around his length.
He placed his paws on her hips and helped her move, the raven giving a loud caw of encouragement, rocking her hips and gasping through her gaping beak as his solid cock found sensitive spots deep in her body.
The dragon began to buck his hips up into the raven, spreading her open and spearing his length deep into her body, each time with a sharp cry escaping her beak, making him smile and thrust up into her all the harder. The raven cawed and arched her back, pressing her cunt tight against his length, pressing her feathered body tightly against his as an orgasm froze her in place, making her throw her head back and give a long, loud caw, her depths convulsing around him, milking him hungrily as hot liquids spilled from around the thrusting cock deep inside her body.
Sylin arched and thrust up as hard and deep as he could, pulling her to him hard as his cock tensed and his hot creamy cum jetted forcefully into her body, the milking action of her silky depths drawing more of his semen from him, making sure that spurt after spurt of his thick seed was spilled liberally into her womb.
He arched up one last time and then fell back to the couch, slipping off and falling flat on his ass, wings splayed with exhaustion, the writhing raven still impaled on his hard, throbbing length..
The raven collapsed forwards onto his chest, forcing him to lie down under her, her beak just touching his neck as she rested her cheek on his.
"Was that an act?" He asked in a hissed whisper, eyes closed as his heart pounded in his temple.
"Like hell it was." She hissed "Even I couldn't act that good..." Her breathing slowly started to even out, and, when she felt like she was up to talking, she reached down and pulled his wing up, throwing it over herself like a blanket. Now that she was covered, she could talk freely, in a whisper anyway.
"Take the package from under my wing...no, my other wing...don't open it here, there are people watching from outside. You won't be able to see them, but trust me, they're there." She whispered, drawing back so that she could lay a quick, deep kiss on his muzzle.
"They can't see us right now..." He said, cocking his head quizzically at her, wondering why she had kissed him.
"I know." She whispered back and then stood up, drawing his still-hard member from her body and smoothing her feathers down. "Big boy doesn't have to pay this time!" She cawed, throwing the twenty five gold coins onto his wing.
Sylin made a move to give her the coins back, but she shook her head vociferously, "Big boy must come back tomorrow! Raven will have more fun for him! Maybe raven have little fun too!" She cawed, waiting until he had picked up the gold coins before ushering him out into the hallway. "Big boy come back tomorrow! Oh yes! Big boy come back and give raven more fun! Free charge!" She cawed, snapping the door shut behind him.
He stared at the door over his shoulder, still slightly dazed from his encounter, but he quickly hid the package, a small wrapped bundle of white, and made his long way down the steps.
The raven leant against the door, a hazy smile on her face as hot liquids spilled slowly down the inside of her thighs, her body filled with he strange warmth of the dragons cum. She listened to him walking down the stairs and smiled.