raven's night
#2 of Raven's night
Raven's night 2: Raven's Errand
_My name is unimportant. My past is unimportant. All you need to know is that I have information you need, and I will give it to you, but, first, you have to do something for me. Inside this package, as you will have already noticed, is a tumbler lock combination. I dearly hope you have not tried to open it, as the acidic fluids held in the spun-glass sphere in the centre of the lock will break and destroy the message if you try to open it without the proper combination.
The combination is a five letter word, and you will receive the word when you collect my payment. I wish you to enter the temple of Adavisca, and take the twelfth item from the right of the fifth display shelf and bring it to me. The word you seek is imprinted upon the hilt, but you will not be able to read the runes inscribed on the object, as it is a very obscure dialect used only by ravens from the cold northern parts of the world, which are naturally shy and reclusive, owing to their white feathers. As such, you cannot read the message unless you bring the item back to me along with the tumbler lock.
Yours faithfully, Raven
P.S. Your lovemaking technique is quite exemplary._
Sylin stared at the note, re-reading it many times, always blushing at the post script, but trying to work out what could be so important to a raven that she would engage in such intricacies to obtain it. But he only ended up shrugging and heading for the Adavisca temple, of which he had only heard of.
It was a dragon temple, dedicated to the god of war, Ashantel, and was stockpiled with many accoutrements on display. What was most surprising was that there were not a great deal of weapons on display, mainly pots and vases and worshipping beads and other related paraphernalia.
He entered the temple from the west gates, a giant affair of towering black spikes and snarling gargoyles arrayed all over the top. It would be a very bad place to be caught in a wind sheer.
The first thing he saw was a large group of worshippers, dresses in black, all of them dragons, prayer beads and amulets rattling as they walked, their signature voluminous robes swirling around their bodies.
It was when he was halfway across the courtyard when he felt that he was being watched. He turned and leaned against the fountain, dipping his tail into it to test the temperature of the water and discovering it to be nice and cool, before dipping a paw in it to take a drink. As he drew his paw to his mouth, he quickly glanced around, looking for the person who was looking at him. He had learnt to trust his instincts and they were tingling right now.
He shrugged when he didn't see anyone, and continued on his path, heading for the inner sanctum, outside of which were arrayed the display shelves.
They were set out in a circular pattern, strange objects laid out for display on red backgrounds, each one unassuming in it's own right.
There were red vases with dragons shaped inscribed on them, or just plain pots with dragon paintings, dragon sculptures, anything you could think of to do with dragons was right there on the shelves. But at one point, there was an item of a different kind, a dagger, shining brightly among the faded clutter, a white raven with wings outspread etched on the hilt, beautifully painted. There was more craftsmanship in a square inch of the dagger than all the other objects in the room put together. Each feather, each talon, each strand of every feather had been lovingly detailed, and it made quite a display. It was a wonder how anyone could taint such a beautiful object by spilling blood with it.
Sylin stared down at the dagger, running a talon slowly across its length. It would be so easy to just take it...but there had to be a catch. If there wasn't...then why hadn't the raven done it herself?
He stared around for a second, wings quivering with readiness, before he swiped the dagger and slid it under his wing, walking casually out.
The dragon couldn't believe how easy it had been. All he had to was just pick it up and walk out with it...why hadn't the raven done it herself?
This time, Sylin took a shortcut, climbing to the top of a low building and taking off from there and flying to the towers roof.
He yawned and trudged down the steps to the raven's door, number 1003, and knocked politely, clearing his throat as a large, burly canine walked past, taking up most of the stair well.
The raven opened the door and immediately threw her arms and wings around him, cawing her happiness at his return. "Big boy returns! Big boy wants more fun with raven! Raven wants more fun with big boy too!" She cawed, dragging him inside while liberally applying affectionate kisses to his neck.
"Did you get it?" She hissed in his ear, standing on tiptoes under the pretence of putting her arms over his shoulders and rubbing the base of wings, a sensation that made him shiver and sigh contentedly.
"I got it." He hissed in return, and suddenly felt that the knife was gone and a small package had replaced it. The raven was quick with her hands, that was for sure. She would be an expert thief if she so wished.
"Can I go now?" He asked, leaning down and flicking his tongue across neck gently.
"Oh no. We must keep up appearances. A young dragon does not go to an exclusive prostitute and not have a little fun." She said, giggling softly, a mischievous twinkle to her eye. "Now would you like me to begin or would you rather be the dominant one this time around?" She asked, placing a hand on his chest and rubbing gently, her other resting on his shoulder, her body pressed against his own, which in turn pressed him against the door.
"Whatever you want." He hissed, closing his eyes and resigning himself to whatever she could dish out on him.
"Dominant raven it is." She hissed in his ear, grabbing him and manhandling him onto the bed where she straddled his body, her hands continuing their stroking over his scales and the soft membranes of his wings, making them twitch slightly.
Sylin's paws came up to caress the raven's own wings, making her twitch and croon softly, leaning down to kiss him lustfully as she pressed hard on his shoulders with her hands, holding him firmly down as her tongue began to slowly trace along his neck, teasing the sensitive scales there, the hard tip of her beak joining in the arousing touching, making it that much more irresistible.
The dragon could slowly feel himself going crazy under the teasing. He wasn't used to being denied, so he let out a feral growl and rolled her over, pinning her easily, in much that same way that she had pinned him.
"Oo! Big boy dominant now! Raven in trouble now!" She cawed, with a sly little smile on her face that made her a hundred times more attractive.
He growled softly and leaned down, licking along her neck slowly with his comparatively large tongue.
The raven sighed softly and relaxed into the soothing caresses, writhing under him slightly as his paws started to rub at the soft downy feathers on the undersides of her wings.
"What's your name?" Sylin asked, while leaning in and nibbling lightly at the point where her chin met her neck.
"Why?" She hissed back, digging her talons convulsively into his back as a paw traced down her body and began to slowly stroke along her belly.
"Because I'll stop if you don't tell me..." He said, grinning wryly and letting the sentence trail off threateningly.
"You wouldn't dare!" She hissed, arching her back as his paw slowly quested down lower, sliding between her legs.
"Are you gonna tell me?" He asked, his eyes sparkling, a wide grin on his face.
"Myna." She spat petulantly, arching her back further and pressing her hips into his touch. "I thought I was supposed to be the experienced teaser?" She asked, pouting and relaxing, realising that she would get her pleasure when the dragon wanted to give it to her, and not a moment before.
"Now was that so hard?" He asked, slowly sliding a talon deep into her body, much to her squawk of pleasurable assent.
"It will be soon." She crooned and reached down, grabbing his emerging erection in her hands and stroking it slowly. "Now...are you going to give me pleasure? Or am I going to have to continue until I make you get my feathers dirty? Because you know, I don't like my feathers being dirty." She said, punctuating her sentence by giving his member a hard squeeze, making him gasp.
"Okay, okay. No need to be pushy." He murmured, holding up his paws in entreaty, one of his talons slightly slickened. Then he grinned evilly, "That doesn't mean I can't have a little fun first." He quickly grabbed her hips and flipped her onto all fours, diving beneath her tail and flicking his tongue across her soft, moist lips, making her gasp and arch.
"You bastard..." She hissed, without any real conviction, and writhed slightly, her beak opening and closing soundlessly as she felt the dragons nimble, lithe tongue worm its way past her outer lips and slowly slide into her body, probing at her depths slowly, darting into her body like a finger of flame.
Sylin laughed softly and twisted his tongue dextrously, swilling it along her malleable flesh, nipping ever so softly at her entrance as his tongue teased her.
Myna writhed once more and then arched her back, cawing out loudly as her depths rippled around his tongue and then tightened around it forcefully, gushes of her scented liquids spilling from her body as she convulsed with pleasure.
Sylin chuckled to himself and withdrew his tongue, leaning over her shoulder to lick her cheek.
The raven gave a quick kiss to his slicked muzzle, panting heavily, her beak gaping and her eyes slightly clouded with lust and release.
"Anyone would think that you've never been pleased in that way before..." He said with a wry grin, licking her neck soothingly.
"I haven't..." She replied, and Sylin was sure that he could see a rosy red blush under the feathers of her cheeks.
"Well that would explain it then." He replied with a laugh, licking her cheek once more. "Do you feel up to it?" He asked, rubbing gently at her soft lips with a taloned hand.
Myna gave a half-growl, a sound that Sylin was more accustomed to hearing from a wolfess or dragoness, and leapt upon him, hissing at him and gripping is shoulders as she started to rub her slick lips along the head of his cock in a very teasing, very arousing way.
"The fact that you even have to ask shows just how inexperienced you are." She hissed, dropping herself down onto his rock hard cock, moaning softly at the sensation of the large length of dragon flesh filling her depths. "Oh--oh god!" She moaned out softly, starting to work her body up and down on his length, gasping and writhing atop him.
Sylin took her hips in his paws and began to lift and lower her on his length to a fast, pounding rhythm, his hard length spreading her open and filling her depths with each thrust.
The raven cawed loudly and arched her back, throwing her head back as she orgasmed, black feathers fluttering as her insides tightened down around the hard cock within her body.
The dragon thrust up hard, his length tensing as spurt after spurt of his thick creamy seed was jetted forcefully into the raven's body, his hot cum spilling deep into her depths.
Myna collapsed over him, his feathers pressing against his scales as she panted, the proximity of her beak to his ear allowing him to hear every inhalation and the paired exhalation.
"That was so good..." She murmured, almost to herself, laying her head on his chest and closing her eyes, beak gaping as she breathed hard.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance." He murmured in return, one paw idly stroking up and down her back, being careful to stroke along the most sensitive area's of her wings.
"Hmm...no cawing?" He asked, smiling, stroking her neck gently.
"Too tired." She murmured in return, her beak the only thing moving. She slowly slid off him onto the bed, hot liquids spilling from between her thighs as she curled up into a contented ball.
Sylin just chuckled to himself and sighed happily as his cock receded back into it's sheath. He stood up and made his way to the door, twisting his head from side to side to crick is neck, and opening the door.
A blurred rush of metal greeted him.
The dragon quickly ducked on reflex and the axe that had been aimed for his neck thudded into the door, this left his attacker wide open, so he leapt forwards, dropping his shoulder into the opponents midsection, knocking him across the hallway against the wall.
His adversary, a jackal, snarled and leapt for him.
Sylin leaned to the right, letting the jackal leap for him, grabbing the canines wrist as he passed and yanking it downwards. The canine's momentum carried him forwards, and the yanking of his wrist forced him head first into the ground, his neck snapping with a pitiful crack.
That was when the dragon noticed the other three enemies standing in the hallway.
There was another canine, a fox by the looks of it, decked out in full armour, looking like a moving mirror. He held a long, straight knight sword
Next in line was a feline, wearing nothing more than a simple collection of neat clothes. He held a long dagger in each paw.
The third and final adversary was a blood red dragon, nearly 9 feet tall, holding a long katana that glowed with a strange light, as if it was held in front of a fire.
The feline came first, his two wicked knives scything through the air towards the dragon.
Sylin dropped down low, as low as he could, reaching up and grabbing the felines wrists before the blades could descend on his shoulders. He twisted as hard as he could, twisting his body as well, so that he slid his back into the curve of the felines stomach, yanking on his arms so that they were both over his right shoulder, the movement causing the feline to roll over his should onto his back, staring up at the dragon who was upside down to him, before his own blades filled his vision.
The dragon left the blades where they were, reaching under his wing and drawing his own Katana, holding it low and to the side, ready, as the canine rushed him, his long sword held straight out in front of him, ready to be thrust forwards.
Sylin let him come, and, at the last second, as the canine thrust his sword forwards, he slid himself to the right, turning to the left so that the sword slid along his stomach scales harmlessly. He reached out with his left hand, latching onto the fox's wrist and pulling it down and towards him, the action flipping the canine forwards. The dragon's sword entered his stomach before he hit the ground.
The fox howled piteously as the sword punched through his armour, and then lay still, a trail of blood starting to form around his chest piece.
Sylin looked up and yanked his sword free, the tip dripping blood as he stared down the length of it at his final enemy, the dragon.
He rushed him, the blue dragon holding his sword up high to bring it down on the dragon's head when he got close enough.
The red dragon allowed himself a small smile of victory as the smaller dragon approached. He watched the clumsy stance, the amateurish way he was about to strike, and lifted his sword to strike, when the dragon disappeared.
Immediately, a lance of agony coursed its way down his left side, his wing just dropping off, cut cleanly through by the blue dragon.
Blood began to spill from the veins in the wing, and the red dragon turned and roared, his Katana cutting a red line through the scales on Sylin's chest.
But the damage had already been done, and the red dragon crumbled, quickly going into shock from blood loss, watching as his blood stained the floor.
Sylin clutched at his chest, holding the wound, which had just started to bleed, gasping, his sword falling from his unresponsive paw as the world seemed to slow down. A strange rushing started to sound in his ears, and the world began to tilt crazily, his own breathing loud in his ears.
As his body hit the floor, he saw Myna's head peeking curiously around from her door, and then she rushed over to him as the world went black.