****Let me say this now. THIS IS NOT MY STORY THIS BELONGS TO GryphonWings if you want to read more of his stories go here http://gryphonwings.sofurry.com/ this is a five part series**** *tags include
Human, Oral, Non-anthro, Vaginal, Deep Penetration, Impregnation, Dragoness, Ejaculation, Soulmates, M/F ps. i hope you love this like i did
This story takes place two months after the previous story (Eragon – A Rider for Saphira). It would be advisable to read that first.
The sun rose over Ellesmera once again, bathing it in a golden light. Eragon rose with a yawn, that had been a good night’s sleep. Once again he found himself staring at the inside of Saphira’s giant wing. She unfurled her wing from around him and looked at him directly.
“Good morning, little one,” she said to him cheerfully. Eragon grunted in reply, she was always too awake in the mornings.
Eragon and Saphira were in a serious relationship. They had found out that they had feelings for each other almost two months ago when Eragon was trying to help her find a mate. It turned out, that mate would be him. Even though they were human and dragon, so far, they had made it work mentally and sexually, and nobody had found out.
That was the way they wished to keep it, so when they wanted to engage in intercourse they would use the excuse of intense training to leave the watchful eyes of the elves who dwelled in Ellesmera. They always had hot, pleasuresome nights and, like right now, felt much better in the mornings.
Eragon gathered his clothes and mounted Saphira, and together they flew to a nearby hot spring to ash themselves clean of the night’s activities. She dived straight into the water with Eragon clinging to her back. Eragon let go and had a little swim around, enjoying the warm water as it washed over his lean body.
He waited for a little while, letting his body soak in the blissfully warm water. He looked around for his dragon and spotted her dark for swimming a short distance away. She was always so graceful when she did almost anything, wether it was flying or swimming, she could make it look easy.
Saphira surfaced not too far away and climbed out of the water, shaking herself clean of water. This sent thousands of droplets of water into the air, which caught the light and made her beautiful blue scales shine like a horde of treasure. Eragon knew she did that just for him, and he loved it so much.
She set about cleaning herself, licking her scales clear of anything the water couldn’t remove. Eragon watched on, fascinated, as she moved down her body and stopped at her belly, just above her large opening.
She looked across the water to Eragon and asked him in a teasing tone, “O’ Mighty Dragon Rider, I can’t seem to reach that far. Maybe you could help get me clean?”
Eragon knew instantly what she wanted, so he replied, “Maybe I could, it depends on where you want me to clean you, great dragon.” He swum over to the edge of the spring and climbed out, making his way over to his waiting dragon. She tuned over onto her back to allow Eragon access to ‘clean her’ He heaved his body up her tail and onto her belly, where he sat quietly.
“Where would you like me to begin?” He asked softly. He ran his hands across her large, soft underbelly, massaging her skillfully. He rubbed his hand all over her, but he deliberately avoided going any further. Saphira grunted in anticipation, she wanted him so badly she was tempted to just ask him outright. But, she had started the game; she would finish it.
“A little lower, Eragon,” she asked innocently. Eragon looked into her stunning sapphire eyes and moved a little further down, still not where she wanted him to be.
“Right here, my dragon?” he asked quietly. Saphira shook her head and he continued to work his hand lower and lower. Saphira shivered in delight, he was so close.
Just when Saphira though she had him he quickly stopped, just inches above her wet entrance. He ran little circles with his finger above her slit, making her extremely aggravated.
“Eragon, just a little bit more,” she said in a shaky voice, so full of anticipation.
“But Saphira,” Eragon asked with a smile on his face, “It would be hard to clean there. I may have to use my mouth, but surely you wouldn’t want that?”
Saphira shook her head and jostled him a little, causing him to use his hand to steady himself. Luckily for Saphira, his hand landed right on her soft opening. Eragon brought his hand back, watching a thin line of her sexual lubricant slide down his wrist. He licked his hand, sampling her amazing taste which he still loved just as much as the first time he had tried it.
Using his index finger he ran it down the middle of her slit, watching her stretch her limbs as she enjoyed his foreplay. He used his other hand to spread her open a little and rubbed his finger along the sides of her swollen lips. She loved this treatment, being a dragon she had a high level of patience and she knew it would only make the end result feel better.
She looked at her rider as he slowly, lovingly worked away at her lower regions. She gasped as he slipped a finger into her slick folds, pushing in until he couldn’t get his finger in any further. He marveled at how soft she was internally, it was like silk running over his fingers, slippery and textured slightly. Eragon knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself for much longer, he needed to taste her once again.
Their awkwardness as dragon and human had long since washed away along with inexperience. Eragon now knew exactly what she liked and vice versa. He curled his finger slightly and used it to rub her g-spot, making her back arch a little as he worked her depths. His skillful digits massaged her insides; Saphira loved how he used his fingers.
He slipped another finger in, heightening her enjoyment even more. She closed her eyes and joined her mind with Eragon until they were one, using their mystical and useful gift of mental communication. They were now joined physically as well, each feeling the other’s pleasure through their mind-link.
When he was ready he slid his finger out of her, a fair amount of her juices covering his hand now. She was very excited, Eragon noted, it would be unwise to stop. Saphira knew what he was about to do and brought her head up so she could watch him wash her insides with his stunning tongue.
He licked his fingers clean and readjusted himself so he was lying down on her. He brought his head down to her, breathing deeply and catching her strong scent, which made him heavily aroused. Her body looked so inviting to him, something he intended to take full advantage of. He lent forward and kissed the top of her vagina, sucking lightly on her nub which made her squirm a little in enjoyment.
He slid his tongue down the outside of her lips, tasting a fair amount of her natural lubricant before he returned to sucking her sensitive nub. He alternated between running his mouth along her wet, swollen lips and her sensitive area. Saphira had experienced this a few times already but she still couldn’t stop herself from moving a little from Eragon’s fantastic treatment.
Bringing his hand down he spread her open softly, revealing the soft pink flesh within. He flicked out his tongue and tasted her deeper fluids, Eragon knew her taste was richer the further in her vagina he got. He looked at her body for a second, amazed that Saphira was willing for him to use her as he would. He could now truly be called a Dragon Rider, in more ways than one. He still sometimes believed he was in a dream and that he would wake up at any time.
“Eragon, are you going to sit there all day, or am I going to have to continue myself?” Saphira asked impatiently. Eragon brought himself out of his thoughts and slowly licked her internal walls, coating them with his saliva, which mixed with her own bodily fluids. He could feel her tail move beneath him, she was obviously enjoying herself.
He brought his face closer and buried himself into her, his mouth dissapearing into her snatch, as well as a little of his nose. She was a dragon, after all, and he was human. The size difference didn’t worry Saphira, no male dragon could ever give her the kind of pleasure her lover Eragon could.
He pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, finally tasting her strongest juices which he loved so much. He lapped at her insides, trying to get every last bit of her fluids into his stomach. Saphira knew he loved drinking her mating liquids, and she like his just as much, even if he didn’t put out quite as much as her.
His tongue probed her walls, making Saphira gasp as he licked some of her sensitive regions. He knew she was desperate for release, and he wanted nothing less as well. He mixed up his techniques, rolling his tongue into her and then running it out in a pattern which made Saphira extremely happy.
“I love you, Eragon,” Saphira stated simply.
“And I, you,” he replied, stoking his tongue along her insides one more time. He knew it was coming, and so did Saphira, her body shuddering as she climaxed. Her muscles contracted around Eragon’s tongue and she arched her back as her female juices coated his mouth and face, running down her body.
Eragon drank what he could get eagerly; there was so much of her fluids coming out of her he had no trouble gettin his share. His nose was filled with her glorious scent, which made him slightly dizzy because it was so powerful. She rode out her orgasm with Eragon still eating her out until the last drop had come from her satisfied body.
When she had calmed down enough to look at him she saw him swallow the last of her juices. He brought his head up and as usual, Saphira laughed a little when she saw his face was covered in them. He licked his lips contentedly and looked at his dragon, who brought her head over and licked his face clean with her rough tongue.
When he was clean he slowly brought his body down to the ground, where he located his clothes and began to put them back on. Saphira rolled over to her feet, getting up carefully. Eragon didn’t stop her as she kissed him, in fact, he opened his mouth, allowing her long, snaky tongue to invade his mouth.
Saphira could taste herself on his tongue, she liked it quite a lot, but not as much as she liked Eragon’s semen in her mouth. They kissed passionately for almost a minute before they broke apart, full of love for each other.
“I will never let you go, Saphira,” Eragon stated firmly.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Eragon,” she replied, both knowing they would do anything for each other.
“We should get back now, we were going to meet Arya, remember?” Eragon informed her. Saphira nodded and lowered her body so he could jump on her back. With a powerful push they were airborne, the rush of wind hitting them both. Saphira flew on to the city effortlessly, she was a natural flyer and was frequently told so.
When they arrived back in Ellesmera, Saphira landed in a clearing just outside Arya’s house. Eragon dismounted and waited patiently for her, leaning against a tree until she arrived. When she did, Eragon looked at her, noticing his outlook on her was different now. Arya used to be the only woman he wanted to be with, and he had frequently tried to make moves on her. Now, he had found his true love, and she was just behind him, but nobody knew that fact yet.
He was surprised, he still found Arya very attractive, but he knew he would never be able to share the connection that he and Saphira held.
“I could get jealous, Eragon,” Saphira said jokingly, licking one of her claws.
“Easy, Saphira, you know I only have eyes for you.” With a sigh, he approached the fair elf Arya swiftly.
She twisted her fingers in the traditional elven greeting, reciting regular pleasantries with him and again for Saphira. Saphira dipped her head in response. Arya had an incredibly sharp perception, and she noticed something was up.
“How are you, Eragon,” she asked kindly, “have you been training?” Eragon nodded and looked at Saphira, who smiled in her strange way. This wasn’t lost on Arya. She knew that look, it had been the same one Faolin would give her when they were in love.
“How goes your training?” she asked them. Eragon looked puzzled for a minute, but then remembered what he was covering up.
“Fine,” he lied, hoping she didn’t notice his indescision. Arya did notice, she was highly intelligent, even by elven standards.
It didn’t take long for Arya to piece together the evidence. The absences, the look and also, she noticed, the smell which she recognized from a nightmare long ago.
“It’s Saphira, isn’t it?” she asked Eragon directly.
“What do you mean?” he replied.
“You can’t hide it from me, Eragon. I see how you look at her, I notice the long ‘training’ trips you take.” Eragon realized they had been sprung, and took a step back.
Saphira knew as well, and she bared her teeth slowly. It was Arya’s turn to take a step back, even she couldn’t fight a dragon. Still, she wasn’t easily put off.
“Do you think you are the first? Did you really think that you were the only rider to lay with his dragon? Many of them discovered that their connection meant more to them than it did to others.” Eragon listened, stunned. Saphira stared intensely at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Have a look around you in Ellesmera. Don’t you remember the Blood-Oath Celebration? Did you see the elves that had transformed their bodies to be physically closer to the animals they loved? Sometimes, it wasn’t just what you could see that they changed.” Eragon was shocked, he had never thought of that.
Arya took a step closer. “Many of the elves in this forest have changed themselves ‘completely’ just so they can mate with the species they love. It’s not wrong, it’s just uncommon. Most elves are very open about sexuality.” Eragon processed that information slowly, finally seeing that she didn’t actually mind.
“So, you’re not displeased with our choice,” Eragon asked, still confused by her reaction.
“It’s a natural process, Eragon. If it was your way to choose Saphira to be your soulmate then who am I to interfere. I’m actually quite happy, this will mean great things, even if nobody knows just yet.” The elf smiled to herself, and then looked at Eragon sharply.
“I assume you have mated with her, am I correct?” Eragon was stunned at the personal question, but as he knew, Arya was rather direct sometimes. Eragon hesitated before nodding, still unsure if he could trust her.
Arya clapped her hand together and laughed, which made Eragon and Saphira very confused as to what she was so happy about.
“What is it, Arya?” Eragon asked her politely. Arya realized that they had no idea what she was excited about and explained in a very simple sentence.
“It is possible, if you have copulated with Saphira, that she may lay an egg.”
Eragon almost choked.
“Saphira might be pregnant?” he spluttered. Arya nodded and walked over to Saphira, placing a hand on her belly. Saphira snorted and talked to Eragon mentally.
“Eragon,” Saphira said shakily, “I believe that what she said was true. I may have become pregnant to you.” Eragon was still in shock, but he wanted to know one thing.
“How, Saphira, how could I? I’m a human and you’re a dragon, we are completely different species.” Saphira thought about it for a moment, the answer dawning on her.
“Eragon, remember when the celebrations were over and you were transformed using the power of dragons? I believe that you may have not only received some elf in you, but a little dragon as well.” Eragon looked at her, amazed that there was a chance he may have gotten his own dragon knocked up. Saphira snorted and smiled in her odd way. Eragon knew she would love nothing less than to have offspring with him.
Arya spoke to them, reminding them of her presence. “This is, of course, not a definite. Even if you were compatible Saphira may not have been in the right stage of her cycle, that is to say, in heat.” Saphira looked a little downcast and Eragon put his hand on her neck. He had another question which now began to take root in his mind.
“Arya, if Saphira was in fact pregnant then what would the child look like? Some kind of half-human half-dragon?” He shuddered at the thought. Arya looked at him, telling him a surprising piece of information.
“I believe dragons cannot cross-breed. I think the offspring would be a normal dragon.” Eragon sighed, it was all too much for him. Saphira wrapped her wing over him and pulled him close.
Arya noticed just how attached the pair seemed to be. She inwardly considered that that kind of relationship would be good if it came to ending Galbatorix’s reign. There would be plenty of motivation for both of them to come out alive if a little baby dragon was thrown into the mix.
Eragon listened to her heartbeat, wondering if there could already be some kind of fertile egg developing inside of her. The idea appealed to him quite a lot, and Saphira agreed with him mentally.
“There is a test, to see if she is actually carrying a child,” Arya suggested to Eragon. He shook his head and so did Saphira, both knew they wanted it to be a surprise. The elf smiled at the pair.
“If you want to know,” Arya said, “my lips are sealed until you say so on this matter. No-one shall know until you wish to make it public.”
Eragon thanked her and Saphira dipped her head in appreciation. Eragon was still unable to believe they weren’t the only strange couple in Ellesmera, and that Arya agreed with what they were doing. Arya smiled.
“I wish the best of luck and happiness for the both of you,” she said with an honest smile
Arya stood up and bid the two lovers farewell, she had business to attend to. Eragon climbed on Saphira and together they flew off to a cave not to far out of the city.
It took five minutes to get there; Saphira landing in the entrance and allowing Eragon to dismount. Eragon knew she had chosen this secluded place so she could think, and he admitted to himself that a clear head wouldn’t be such a bad thing as well. Saphira lay down on the ground and Eragon climbed under her wing, initiating conversation.
“Saphira, what will we do if you are pregnant?” he asked her, hoping for some wisdom.
“I’m not sure, Eragon, but I hope you will stay with me. I couldn’t bear to lose you over this.” Eragon shook his head profusely.
“I will always be by your side, Saphira, for everything,” Eragon stated honestly. Saphira was content with that and closed her eyes.
“Thank you, little one,” she said, full of love for Eragon. Eragon patted her wing and quietly fell asleep under her.
The next morning, Eragon awoke to find Saphira pacing the cave. He brushed himself off and approached her. She looked at him and kissed him deeply, before he sat down and admired the view out of the cave entrance.
“I’m glad someone knows about this. It will make things much easier.” Saphira nodded in agreement, Arya was a trustworthy person.
Eragon climbed onto her back and they shot into the air, wind rushing through his hair as they climbed to a good altitude. Flying was exhilarating, there was no other way to describe it. He loved the feeling of flying through the sky on the back of his dragon, watching the distant trees glow beautifully below them.
Saphira shot into a heart-pounding dive, speeding towards the ground and leveling out above the trees, which swayed softly on the morning breeze. Saphira wanted to be a mother and she wanted the father to be Eragon, who she knew would care for their child the same way he had cared for her when she was a hatchling. She smiled as memories came back to her of their time in Carvahall, Eragon’s hometown where he had raised her.
She chose a small lake to land near, spreading her wings and making a graceful return to the ground. Eragon jumped off her and looked around, it was oddly peaceful here. He scratched Saphira’s neck and ran his hands along her scales. Saphira purred happily when he ran his hand over her belly, hoping that a small dragon may be developing inside.
“Don’t get to overconfident,” Saphira warned, “I may not be pregnant yet.” Eragon shrugged and pulled away, wishing he had’ve taken Arya up on her offer earlier. Still, he knew it deep down it would be better for it to be a surprise.
“Saphira, when Arya said you had to be in heat, can you tell when you are?” Saphira turned her long neck to look into his eyes.
“I’m not sure. I was so wrapped up in… what we were doing that I didn’t notice if I was fertile or not.”
Eragon shrugged and flicked a stone across the water, making it bounce many times before it stopped and dissapeared under the surface.
“When our old mentor said that it was an accomplishment for a wild dragon to mate with a female, I didn’t realize how soft they were.” Saphira looked at him quizzically.
“How so?” she asked.
Smiling, he answered, “Well, I got you pretty easily, didn’t I? It wasn’t much of an effort, you big, wussy dragon.” Saphira realized he was mocking her and clued in, playing his game now.
Snarling playfully she swept his legs out from under him with her thick tail. He hit the ground lightly and bounded to his feet. Eragon pretended to resist as she pinned him to the ground with her massive foreleg. He struggled for a minute before submitting to her mockingly.
“How should I punish the great Shadeslayer,” she asked in a sexy voice. Eragon smiled as she straddled him with her massive bulk, allowing him to pull his clothes off.
Saphira swiftly wrapped her tail around his waist to his surprise, she had never done that before. She brought him up to her stomach with ease and he wrapped his arms around her soft underbelly. He was already getting hard just from the contact and her sweet scent. He pressed against her stomach and listened to her body heaving above him.
Saphira moved him down so his semi-erect penis was aligned with her pussy, which was beginning to get wet as usual. She was always ready for him. Eragon took his cock in his hand and rubbed it on the outside of her vagina. She shuffled a little involuntarily and Eragon wondered if she would crush him accidentally.
“Don’t worry, Eragon, I have strength enough for this,” she reassured him gently. Eragon continued to slide his lenth across her soft lips before he slowly inserted the tip into Saphira’s awaiting hole. When he didn’t continue, Saphira got a little agitated.
“Put it in me, Dragon Rider,” she ordered him affectionately. When he didn’t comply she squeezed him with her tail and pushed him up into her, penetrating her deeply.
Saphira roared as she buried him within her, forcing his stiff rod deep inside of her body. He stopped for a second to regain her composure, and then used her muscles on his cock, massaging him internally. Eragon groaned as his member was massaged by the sapphire dragon. He wrapped his arms around her large underbelly, ready to begin.
She stopped kneading his meat, which he pulled out of her and thrust back in, taking up a smooth rhythm as he pushed into her repeatedly. He looked up at her, seeing her head upside down due to the position he was in. It was kind of funny to be under her for once, so used to being the rider all the time.
Saphira wished she could just fly off to a far away mountail with Eragon and live with him there, where they could mate in the open without fear of the chance of being seen. She smiled as she imagined waking up with Eragon every morning, their duties as a Rider and dragon just washed away on the morning breeze.
He pounded her wet opening vigorously, thrusting in and out at a good pace. Her fluids began to roll down his body slowly, as he was right beneath her and she was dripping them onto him. It almost tickled when her fluids trickled down his stomach. Saphira was panting a little from exertion as she held her rider with her tail, allowing him to penetrate her completely.
He gripped her body as he mated her rapidly, making her purr contentedly as he took her. The forest swayed gently around them, as if moving to their bodies as they mated on the side of the lake. Eragon was getting close and so was Saphira. He thrust with all his might as he sought to bring pleasure to the both of them.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Eragon hit his climax. He hilted himself within her, spraying her insides with his creamy cum. Saphira was sent over the edge from the feeling of his cock spurting into her. The large dragon let loose a blast of fire from her mouth as she orgasmed with him.
Eragon coated her insides with his steamy seed, hoping that it may help impregnate her. Still, his load was nothing compared to what Saphira was producing. Due to the fact she was a massive dragon, her juices ran out of her, covering Eragon’s cock, stomach, legs and anything else it could reach.
He groaned in pleasure as he finally finished his ejaculation. Saphira was almost done as well and Eragon marveled at how much she had put out. His body was soaked with her internal fluids. It made him wonder how viable it was for his sperm to fertilize her egg, seeing as it would almost be impossible for it to pass all the liquids she was emitting.
Just as he was about to drink some of her fluids her legs buckled and her tail released him. He fell to the ground just as Saphira collapsed on top of him. She was wise enough to stop her fall with her strong legs, otherwise he would have been crushed. Breathing a sigh of relief Eragon tried to get out, but couldn’t.
Saphira was very heavy on top of him, but it was a comfortable type of heavy. His cock had slipped back into her warm folds, as if they were waiting for him to return. He smiled, wishing he could lay like this forever. Her large body enveloped him almost totally, he was powerless under her. She allowed her vaginal muscles to massage his length slowly inside of her.
Ending 1: (GryphonWings) (me!)
Eragon groaned and kissed her underbelly softly as she slowly overcame her orgasm. All of a sudden, a noise came from a little distance away. Saphira craned her head and saw, with shock and embarrassment, Arya running towards them. Eragon tried to see but he couldn’t from under Saphira, so he linked minds with his dragon and looked through her eyes.
She stopped when she saw Saphira and didn’t realize at first the Eragon was under her.
“Saphira, where’s Eragon?” she asked hurriedly, “I have important news.” She then noticed Eragon’s hand sticking out from under Saphira and she immediately apologized.
“I’m so sorry, I… I didn’t realize you were…” she blushed a deep crimson, something Eragon had never seen her do.
Arya looked at the pair, realizing that Eragon must still be inside of her.
“It’s alright, Arya, we were just finished,” Eragon said from under Saphira’s large bulk. Arya looked at him, surprised that Saphira wasn’t crushing him but realized Saphira was holding most of her weight off of his body
She turned away as Saphira let Eragon up and he got into some clothes. Still, she couldn’t help but see he was very sticky and smelt very strongly of Saphira’s juices. Also, the wet patches all over the ground were a dead giveaway. She smiled at them both, who were still highly embarrassed from being interrupted in their lovemaking.
Still, Arya had something even more shocking to say.
“Eragon, the empire is attacking Du Weldenvarden. Galbatorix himself is headed our way, while Murtagh is off on an errand to Surda, most likely to cause trouble there.” Eragon was silent for a moment, before his brain snapped into action.
“Galbatorix? Are you sure?” he demanded. Arya nodded.
“He’s riding Shurikan and he’s about five hours away.”
Eragon wasted no time. He jumped onto Saphira’s back and signaled for Arya to join him. Together they headed back to Ellesmera at a breakneck speed.
The fight was about to begin.
Ending 2: This is alternative ending written by an author frined of mine, Fang_and_Claw. Please enjoy:
Once Saphira had overcome her orgasm, she smiled contently, savouring the feeling of Eragon’s cock being buried inside of her.
“That was incredible,” Eragon thought while enjoying the feeling of Saphira’s vaginal muscles still massaging his length.
“Indeed it was little one, indeed it was,” Saphira replied, never growing tired of her rider’s length inside her.
“Are you ready for more?” Saphira asked seductively.
“There’s more?” Eragon asked in fake surprise. “You naughty dragon, you just don’t know when to stop, do you?” he scolded her jokingly.
Saphira gave a low growl of amusement, and began humping Eragon the same way he humped her the first time they had made love.
Eragon was really enjoying being on the bottom. For whatever reason, the fact that he was being humped by Saphira instead of Saphira being humped by him turned him on even more than he already was, but of course Eragon didn’t mind. He just laid there, enjoying every second under his dragon.
Suddenly, Saphira grinned mischievously, stopped humping, and began to sit up.
“Saphira, what are you…” Eragon began, but was cutoff by Saphira.
“Don’t worry Eragon, we’re not done yet,” Saphira cooed. She sat up all the way, Eragon’s length still inside her, and making sure she did not accidently crush her rider, began to bounce up and down.
Both Eragon and Saphira deeply enjoyed this new position; Saphira was moaning, gasping softly, and panting softly in pure pleasure, as well was Eragon.
Eventually, Eragon could feel himself getting close, and communicated this with Saphira.
“Saphira, I’m getting c…close,” Eragon gasped.
“Well, then, maybe I should ‘slow down’,” Saphira said in a naughty tone, emphasizing the words “slow” and “down.”
“I like that idea,” Eragon said eagerly.
Saphira gave a low rumble, which Eragon guessed was her way of chuckling, and slowly began to lower herself all the way down to Eragon’s hilt, pressed down against his body ever so lightly, and slowly began to raise herself up Eragon’s shaft, and repeated the process while still keeping the same speed. This process caused Eragon and Saphira to both moan and cry out in pleasure.
The two lovers stayed like this for what seemed like hours until Saphira felt herself getting close. So, without warning, she began to speed up again while still pressing all the way down to Eragon’s hilt.
Then, Eragon squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure and called out Saphira’s name as he sprayed his seed, coating her insides with the stuff for the second time that day.
At the same time, Saphira let loose a mighty roar as she orgasmed, covering Eragon’s shaft, and whatever else she could reach with her sweet nectar.
Saphira got off of Eragon, and laid down on her side, her opening just barely out of view.
“That was incredible,” she breathed happily.
“Indeed it was,” Eragon complied, “We have to try that position again sometime.”
“That’s a good idea,” Saphira said, “I think it’s one of my favourite positions.”
“Mine too,” Eragon said.
Saphira smiled at Eragon. “I love you, little one,” she cooed.
Eragon smiled back. “I love you two, Saphira,” he cooed back. He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and motioned Saphira to follow him to the hot spring, where they cleaned themselves off. Eragon then put his clothes back on, and snuggled up against Saphira.
Eragon waited for Saphira to just being drifting off to sleep before slowly scooting down to Saphira’s opening. He then started to massage the skin around Saphira’s sweet opening, which earned him a playful scold from its owner.
“What are you doing?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
“Oh, you know how much I love your body,” Eragon replied back playfully.
“We both know how much I love it when you massage me, but I’m tired. We’ll do that in the morning,” Saphira yawned.
“Oh all right,” Eragon said pseudo-disappointedly.
Saphira grinned, for she knew Eragon’s intentions. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow, she thought. She gave a small shiver of delight when Eragon laid his head against her opening; he had not moved when Saphira told him she was too tired for any more activities. She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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I was never a very tall child, always shorter than average. Growth spurt didn’t help as much as I would have liked but oh well, it is what it is. Of course being smaller then most of the guys in my grade, as well as some of the girls, never got me many friends. However, going on to my junior year I fell into a group of friends. Tossed may be a better word for it. A group of jocks had picked me up and stuffed me into a trash can and kicked it over the small hill out front.
The trash cane can rolled shorter then usual and came to a very sudden stop. I slowly stuck out my head, just enough to see, so I could tell what stopped the can. When I looked up and saw a face somewhat remember from around school I must say I was alittle shocked. He was a senior, a little larger then most of the seniors. Wearing black tripp pants with bright green stiching, black combat boots, one of which was resting on the trash can still after it stopped it from rolling, and a bright green tight long sleeve shirt with a black short sleeve over it. A lip ring hole in the center of his lip, the ring missing however. Dark eye liner and his long black hair, usually hanging to his shoulders was now pulled back in a pony tail. As I sat, still in the trash can, looking up at him others of his group of friends ran up beside him and some on past to stand just on the other side of the trash can.
“I have watched you push this poor guy around for the last two years, it ends today.” He said looking up the small hill to the jocks, staring them down. The two jocks in no hurry to tangle with five rather large guys, all dress remotely the same with varing color patterns, several with the chains from their pants wrapped or being wrapped around their fist, turned and walked away. The five around me started putting in various piercings. Most of the people in the school would have called them goths, at that moment I would have called them my saviors.
The next year went smoothly after that. Of course they insisted that I start hanging out with them during school. Which turned to after school. Which turned to whenever. I was now part of their inner circle. Within weeks I started to dress like them, one even took me to get my first piercing, and then shortly after my second. Ending up with both ears piercied as well as a small hoop on both sides of my bottom lip. Snake bites most call them. There was more then just the five guys in the group as I learned quickly. Many more. One that was just about my age, we called her ghost. For several reasons. Mostly because she was ghost pale. However that did not remove from how beautiful she was.
Her black hair ran in perfectly straight to rest on her shoulders. Her black lip stick and eye liner stood out perfectly against her pale skin. Her tight fiting shirts, usually displaying some band, clung to her torso in a way that it showed off her upper body. Her upper body muscles well toned, clearly she kept in shape, worked well the show help show that her breast were larger then one would expect from someone her size, shorter then average. Her legs looked just as good as her upper body. Usually she wore some type of short skirt, black or black and red plaid mostly. She would wear knee high boots from time to time, but most the time she just went with her chucks.
The more amazing thing is, that I seemed to have chaught her eye. I would often see her out the corner of my eye looking at me, I couldn’t be sure but I figured she’d chaught me staring more then she let on. Gradually we started talking more and by the time first semester was ending for our school, letting out for winter break, we were dating.
Coming home on the last day of the year before winter break I stepped into an empty house. Which was unusual. Walking from the door way to the kitchen I found an envelop stuck to the fridge. Opening this I found a few hundred dollar bills and a letter from my mother. “Sorry had to leave in a hurry. Grandma fell down a small flight of steps and broke her hip and since Grandpa is still getting over his heart attack they needed help. I’ll be staying here for a few weeks until your aunt gets back from her cruise to help them. A couple days before christmas. Remember your sister will be in from college in a week. Leaving you with enough money for pizza or whatever take out you want. Feel free to invite your firends just remember no drugs or alchol. Love you, Mom.”
Not needing to be told twice, and since big bad me didn’t like staying home alone anyway, I instantly started calling my little group. Starting, of course, with Ghost. Some readily agreed, incuding Ghost. and some said they’d try. All agreeing to no drugs or alchol. In all 11 people showed up. The five that originally brought me into the group and thier current girl friends, and of course Ghost was there.
Several people had brought a selection of their favorite moive. Which with this group ment it was a lot of horror films and slasher movies. With a large sectional couch and three large arm chairs there was plenty of room for just about everyone to sit, or cuddle, comfortable. Ghost and I had one of the large reclining arm chairs to ourselves. She was laying with her back partly over my chest, my arm around her shoulders across her chest, trying not to make it obvious that I was avoiding her breast. The lights were out since it was already dark outside and they had a horror movie on, and everyone knows a horror movie is better in the dark. I half expected that once the lights were out that the other five couples would stop watching the movie and pay attention to each other, I was pleasntly surprized to see I was wrong.
Half-way during the current movie it came to a scene where the killer bust through the wall. Even though we’d all watched it so much we could act out every scene, we were into the movie. Everyone in that living room up, some screaming (and not all female). As we came settled back down, my hand landed low and rested on Ghost nice, firm breast for several seconds. Moving my hand slowly back up to her shoulder I could have sworn I heard her make a soft moan, just loud enough to be heard over the movie by me.
Around mid-night the movie ended and one of the guys got up and started to switich movies. Since it was later, and getting colder, I got up and grabbed some spare blankets. Enough to cover each person if needed, but of course only half got used. I crawled back into the chair with the blanket for Ghost and I and was just getting into the same position we was in when the movie first started. During the first half of the popular slasher film my hand moved up and down her arm, getting slowly closer to her breast again. Suddenly she turned and kissed my cheek then whispered softly in my ear, “If you want to touch them then go for it, I won’t complain in the slightest.” a small smirk crossing her face as she turned back to the movie.
After a moment digesting what she had stated I slowly slid my hand on down, off her arm and onto her right breast. Feeling her breathing deepen for a moment from the movement then even back out. Slowly, experimently, I move my hand over her breast gently massaging them. She slowly turns and whispers in my ears, “My nipples are pierced so they are extra sensitive.” I had to shift slightly so she wouldn’t notice that my cock had just became half erect from her saying that, though I believe she realized it anyway. She started “accidently” brushing it as she moved.
As the night went, we got more friendly with each other. My hand had made it’s way inside her shirt then inside the bra she wore. Massaging her breast and occaisonlly pinching the nipple just enough to make her jump. After the last movie just about everyone had left since they either had to work early the next morning or just had to be home. Two couples did stay. Just after three in the morning every decided it was time for bed so I let the other two decide who was sleeping in the guest room and who got the couch or a chair, honestly either was as good as a bed. Once decided I showed the couple sleeping in the guest room to their room. As I was turning to leave the guy stopped me and pushed a small box into my hand and muttered, “Just in case.”
Ghost and I were already in my room before I realized what he had put in my hand. I quickly stored the box of condoms in the bed side table. Honestly I already had some that my older sister had given me when I turned 17. the only difference was they were colorful, the new ones were only black. I looked around to see if Ghost had seen me storing the condoms or not, aware that she hadn’t noticed I sighed quietly with relief. Then I seen why she didn’t notice. She was too busy working to remove her shirt. She turned looking at me with that slight smirk that always ment she was about to ask a loaded question, “You don’t mind that I like to sleep in just my bra and thong do you?”
She loaded it and I pulled the trigger before I could think on it even slightly,”Really? Of course not. I mean that I don’t mind it not for you not too.” All said within two seconds. She just laughed softly and continued to remove her shirt. She tossed it aside but I didn’t see where. I was too busy looking at her perfect upper body for the first time. My eyes following the curves of her muscles as she worked the belt loose from her skirt. My eyes following these movements until she turned sideways so he silouette showed her breast. I silently cursed myself for not turning the light on first. She slowly bent over lowering her short skirt to the ground, which was completely unneeded since she could have just as easily let it drop.
She stepped out of the skirt and solved the light problem for me. She walked over and turned on the light going over to the dresser. If she was aware of the fact that I was staring at her every movement, she didn’t show it. “So where are your sleep clothes?” Her voice sounding sweet and innocent.
“I usually sleep in the clothes I was born with.” I almost blurted out to her. Though I actually said,” Normally I just sleep in my boxers.”
She smiled more hearing that then hid the smile before she turned,” Alright, get ready for bed.” She motioned with her hand in a playful impatient motion. I couldn’t help but worry slightly when I stood. I had been working out with Ghost three times a week so I was in better shape then before, but still. I slowly removed the black shirt I had been wearing and lets my pants drop so I was just standing in my boxers. Just to be an ass she whistled and hooted as I did. To which I lift a middle finger. “You promise?” She blurted out before she could stop herself and was instantly bright red in the face, which showed even more since she was pale as a ghost. She quickly turned the light out to try and hid the fact by turning out the lights.
With a smirk I climbed into bed with her next to me and laid out flat on my back. She instantly laid her head on my chest and drapped her legs over mine. Which pressed her breast against my side and laid her leg so that if her leg moved it would rub my half hard cock. Which she done on more then one occaision. My arm was wrapped around her resting on her shoulder so my hand was moving up and down her arm slowly as she was drawing small circles on my bare chest. Suddenly she switched from the pad of her finger and gently dug her nails into my chest. Looking down to her, knowing a couple of her weaknesses already, and dug my nails gently into her arm and dragging my nails up her bare flesh, recieving a small moan for that.
She slowly raised up and looked at me before pressing her lips firmly to mine. Slowly, hungrly we began deepening the kiss. My hand moving up and down her back, my nails tracing her spine, supplying the occiasonal shutter from her. Moving my hand over the clasp of her bra I quickly unsnapped it. As if she was waiting for just that she adjusted enough to remove it and tossed the bra aside. While she was off balance I move to push her to her back and lean half over her kissing her deeply, passionatly. Using one hand to hold myself up I move the other to one of her perfect breast massaging and gripping it, teasing the already over sensitive nipple. She began breathing heavier in the kiss. As an after thought I turn on my stero just loud enough that we wouldn’t be heard through the walls.
Turning back to her instead of instantly going back to kissing her I lower me head and wrap my lips around her nipple, softly pinching it between my teeth, causing her back to arch and her moans come a little more often. Instead of allowing my hand to stay on her breast I slid it over her smooth stomach and into the fabric of her thong. Her fingers begin to twist in my hair as my middle and index finger move slowly up her pussy lips, do a small circle around her clit for a moment before moving back down her pussy lips to push slowly into her pussy. Since they had spent the last hours teasing each other the pussy was already soaked.
After several minutes of pumping my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, steadily moving faster and faster until my plam was slapping against her clit, her screams of pure pleasure filling the room, the only thing keeping it from being heard out side the room was the music, I shift my position so I can use both hands to remove her thong. After tossing the thong aside she moved with surprizing speed and pushed me onto my back and started pulling my boxers down, my cock jumping out and almost hitting her in the face she was so close. Slowly she stroked my rock hard cock for a few moments before sliding her lips over the head.
She worked her head up and down until she slowly had the full length of my cock in her throat. since her nice plump ass was already beside my head I reached up and slapped her ass, causing her to moan around my cock as she continued to suck, slowly speeding up. Every so often she would switch to just suck on the head while stroking with her hand. Reaching over I pulled her so her dripping wet pussy is over my face with her legs on either side of my head. After looking at that beautiful waiting pussy for several moments I lift my head from the bed and drag my tongue over her clit down her pussy lips then back up.
Wrapping my right arm around her leg I push two fingers deep into her pussy and begin pumping them in and out of her, not giving her time to adjust I instantly match the speed she is sucking my cock at. Placing my lips over her clit I suck in deeply, her screams of pleasure exploding around my cock as her body starts to tremble. The harder and faster she sucked on my cock the harder and faster I pumped my fingers in and out of her as sucked her clit, creating an almost ending circle. It ended with her removing my cock from her mouth and stroking me hard and fast just look enough for her to scream that she was almost there.
She instantly sucked my cock back in her mouth and redoubled her effort on my cock. I tried to ask if she wanted me to tell her when so she could remove her mouth, but she had no such thoughts as she grounded her pussy lips and clit back against my mouth. I felt her body give one large shutter and moaned deeply feeling myself about to cum. I quickly moved my lips to the entrance of her pussy and continued sucking there, now probing her etrance with my tongue. Her moans and screams of pleasure exploded around my cock as she reached her climax, her pussy contracting and releasing around my tongue as her sweet juices filled my mouth. Moaning more against her pussy I lifted my hips to her and she took the cue and backed off, only half way. Allowing my cock to fire wad after wad of my cum into her mouth, I could feel where she was swallowing my cum, which made me cum just a little more.
She didn’t even bother to remove my cock from her mouth as she collapsed ontop of me. I didn’t work to hard to remove my face from being buried in her pussy. She finally started moving and started a slow sucking motion, making my cock hard again then climbed of me and turned straddling my lap looking at me, “Oh stud, don’t tell me your tired. We are just getting started.” She smirked and saw me looking to reach for the condoms and grabs my arm pinning it down. “No need, I can’t get pregent.” She lowered herself onto my cock, sliding just the head into her pussy.
Without giving her a chance to lower herself I lifted my hips and slammed up into her. My hips slapping against hers, her roar of pain and pleasure getting even over the music for a moment. Moving my hands to her hips and gripping them tight. She reached up and grabbed the headboard and used it to help her move as she began to ride my cock just as fast as she could. My grip on her hips allowing me to pull her down faster and harder on my cock. Moaning deeply, without my cock in her mouth shee was now able to talk, “AHH FU-FUCK!!!”
She continues to ride my cock for a while longer before I lift her off my cock and drop her onto her back, rolling so I am now on her and slamming my cock straight into the depths of her pussy. Her moans and screams now louder, Slamming my hips down harder to meet hers, driving my cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. Her moans of pleasure now mix with mine as I look down to meet her eyes and growl out,” Ahh fu-fuck bitch, is that all you got?”
Suddenly unsure expecting to be slapped in the face, as slap that didn’t come. Her moans got louder as I called her a bitch, voice more commanding then normal. Looking down at her I smirk, “Oh so someone likes being talked dirt to, is that right?” Voice a mixture of a moan and a commanding growl.
She looks up to me between moans, “Oh yes Master, treat me as bad as you think I deserve.” Growling commandingly to her I lean up on my knees and lift her legs to run up along my chest. Dragging my nails hard up the flesh of her legs, hard enough to leave white pale pick streaks up her legs before I grip her ankles and lean back foreward. Her knees ending on either side of her breast, squeezing them together, now slamming into her harder, her new angle putting my pressure on my cock with her pussy increasing the pleasure.
“Ahh fucking bitch, thats the damn spot!” Growling commandingly to her while I pump in and out of her harder, her moans getting louder getting talked down to.
Keeping this motion she looks up at me pleadingly, “Cum with me Master!!” She manages to get out between gasps and moans.
Growling more at her I snarl,” You will cum when master does and not a second sooner!!!” She nods eagerly staring up at me almost pleading knowing she couldn’t hold it much longer. Truth be told I couldn’t either. I let go of her legs which she promptly wrapped around my waist. Slamming into her pussy and holding it deep into her, for the second time that night, allowing my cum to flow freely into her. The moment she felt my cum enter her pussy she screamed louder and let back the flood that she had been holding on to. Her juices squirting out of her pussy, around my cock to cover my legs and drip onto the sheets.
I lean over her still, my cock deep in her, and kiss her deeply, which she returned hungrly. Slowly I climbed off her and helpped her into the chair since when she tried to help get the now soaked sheets from the bed her legs tried to give out. I laughed softly with her then more when my legs tried to do the same. I pull off the fixed sheet and put on the loose sheet, which ended up in the floor with the cover sometime so it was completely dry, “Fuck it I’ll change the damn things tomorrow.” Which got another tired laugh from Ghost. She got up and collapse on the bed pulling me with her.
Laying there, still completely naked, we cuddled up together and fell asleep wondering what the next few days would bring.

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