Dragon Breeder 4

by Dante King

  After what might have been merely seconds or minutes, we broke apart. The two of us were, unsurprisingly, a little breathless. Penelope regarded me through her long lashes, her hands twisting bashfully together in her lap, as if her lust was something she should be ashamed of.

  I didn’t think there was anything to be ashamed of. Not at all. If anything, the fact that she was so intensely turned on lit my own libido like a flame to a line of gunpowder leading directly to my membrum virile, as the classicists might have called it.

  We kissed again.

  “You’re an exceptionally smart cookie, Pen,” I said as we broke apart, still sitting next to one another on the enormous fallen log, our foreheads resting against one another. “Any idea whether the Vetruscans will double-cross us?”

  “Hmm, well after briefly analyzing the little that you have told me, I believe I can offer a cautious slant on things,” Pen said.

  “Oh yeah?” I murmured, kissing the corner of her blue mouth.

  “Mmhmm, I think so,” the discerning Knowledge Sprite said.” It seems to me, on initial cogitation, that the Vetruscans must believe that this mysterious item or apparatus exists, otherwise they would not have offered its vague location to the Overseer. They must have an extremely good reason to put three of their bearmancers through the Transfusion Ceremony. Such a move flies in the face of the disdain their people feel for the ceremony.”

  Penelope’s hand slid down my chest until it rested lightly on my lap. Tentatively, she squeezed my inner thigh. “They either want you to find this item so that they can have the Transfusion Ceremony conducted,” she said softly into my ear as I muzzled at her neck, “or they are willing to give this powerful item up in order to get Tanila and Dasyr within striking range. If they kill those two mancers, then our sacred and most closely guarded knowledge of the Transfusion Ceremony dies with them.”

  I started a little, my mind popping out of the pleasant rut. It was an angle that I hadn’t had time to think of myself yet.

  Before I could consider it for more than a second, Pen’s hand moved across to my crotch and began to rub with a seductive gentleness that made my breath catch in my throat.

  I took the Knowledge Sprite by the shoulders and turned her so that I could kiss her more fully. Shop talk was all very well and good, but the dragondust was wrapped around my brain and was urging me to discard all other worries until I had dealt with the pressing need to get my rocks off.

  Penelope and I got up from where we sat on the mighty fallen fir tree and stood on the carpet of dry and sweet-smelling fir needles. With a casual thrust that made my blood pound all the harder in my ears, Penelope slipped out of her habitual blue Librarian robes. She was left standing stark naked, like some gorgeous Na’vi that had been transported from Pandora.

  Outside of the wood, the weather was picking up, the storm starting to flex its muscles. The very tops of the massive fir trees were bending and swaying as a chill breeze blew down off the mountains. Fragrant needles rained down like green snow, like confetti in a parade.

  Down here, sheltered from the growing wrath of the tempest, the air was still warm and calm. While I could hear the sound of the storm growing above us, I only had eyes for Penelope.

  She was a beautiful sight, the contours of her gleaming blue body drawing my gaze.

  She had taken a couple of steps back from me to disrobe, but I moved toward the Knowledge Sprite now. My hands slipped down her shoulders and cupped her firm breasts. My thumbs played around her rapidly stiffening dark blue nipples.

  “First thing’s first though, right?” I murmured, lowering my head to nibble at her elfin ears while my hands moved to her back, my fingers tracing her fairy-like wings. “It’s our duty to bolster the Mystocean Empire’s dragon population first, hm?”

  “Is it all business with you, Dragonmancer Noctis?” Penelope breathed.

  “Not all business,” I said wryly. “I try to have a good time too...”

  Penelope let out a little groan as my hands moved across her skin, kneading gently at the muscles of her neck and back in a soft and subtle massage.

  I continued to kiss and lick at her breasts with my head bent, before moving carefully down her spine, my fingers working in circles around her wing joints. When I reached the top of her ass, I massaged her hips and then, with the very tips of my fingers, ran my hands around to the front of her thighs.

  “What clever hands you have, Dragonmancer Noctis,” the Librarian whispered, her own hands rubbing gently but firmly at the front of my breeches. She took a little step forward, all the better to press her tits against my chest. Under Penelope’s busy hands, my rod was now standing fully at attention.

  The Knowledge Sprite groaned, and her hand rubbed more vigorously at the front of my pants.

  I continued, “It’s important to strike that work-life balance, isn’t it?”

  Pen gave a breathy moan that managed to be somehow nerdy, timid, and horny all at the same time.

  I slipped out of my shirt, while the respected and gifted Drako Academy Librarian unbuttoned my breeches. The naked sprite ran her fingers possessively over my muscled chest as I divested myself of all my Etherstones and dropped them, not without care, onto my shirt.

  Then, I picked the naked Knowledge Sprite up and placed her on top of the moss-covered trunk we had been sitting on only a moment before. It was quite an electrifying sight – having the timid and polite, lithe, and quite petite sprite sitting atop the cushioned trunk, her legs spread and her hands out behind her to steady herself. For someone who comported herself with such respectability, having her sex on full display, and her blue-on-blue eyes burning with unadulterated want, was more than enough to turn me to concrete from the waist down and the knees up.

  “Taste me,” Penelope said to me. There was a faint begging note in her voice.

  Her legs opened wide in front of me, and I could see how wet she was, how ready. Stepping forward, not bothering yet to step out of my own breeches, I bowed my head to worship at the holiest of holies. The trunk was at the perfect height for me, when I dropped to my knees, to give the Knowledge Sprite head. The floor was soft and yielding under my knees, although I doubt that I would have noticed if I had needed to kneel in a carpet of broken bottles.

  I ran my tongue up and down the slit of Pen’s sex. Her juices were sweet as Cleopatra’s wine on my tongue, and I lapped them up with an undisguised gusto that drove Penelope wild.

  Pen moaned and writhed, her fingers twisted through my long brown hair, as I went down on her and diligently steered her toward the first big O. As I heard her breath quicken and felt her stomach and thigh muscles clench, I slipped two fingers inside her and moved them in a come-hither motion.

  Within five minutes, Pen’s back arched, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the deserted woodland, bouncing from tree to tree until her ecstatic yells were swallowed by the forest.

  “Ooooh, gods, Mike, how did you... That was so fucking... Just, please, get up and fuck me!” she said, in a sort of garbled whisper.

  “That’s a little bossy coming from a Librarian, isn’t it?” I teased, looking up from where I’d been playing the role of ravenous zombie with her lady parts.

  “Maybe,” Pen said and pulled me up irresistibly by hair so that I stood between her still quivering thighs, “but we’re not in the damned Grand Library, are we?”

  She practically tore off my breeches without actually ripping them. Her eyes widened at the sight of my cock.

  “I forgot how enormous it is!” she said, her eyes transfixed on my twitching manroot. “Are all your world’s men endowed so?”

  “Ah, I haven’t seen every one of my fellow man’s peckers,” I said with a slight laugh, “but I guess I’m probably a little above average.” I winked. “That dragondust probably doesn’t hurt either!”

  Suddenly, taking on the part of Librarian, Pen put a finger to her lips and shushed me.

  “Quiet, Dragonmancer Noctis!” she s
aid with a mock severity laced liberally with wanton lust. “Back to your studies!”

  Then, Pen wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her, all trace of the shy and diffident Knowledge Sprite gone now. Clearly she had thrown her inhibitions to the wind like a bucket of ash. Her blue on blue eyes—always intense and piercing—were full of a need and hunger that I had not seen in them before. Her light blue lips were parted, and her teeth shone like jewels.

  I could see how badly she wanted me to stick my rock-hard johnson into her, so I teased her for a few seconds by rubbing the tip of my dick up and down her slippery slit until both she and I could bear it no longer.

  Penelope cried out as I thrust mercilessly into her, and I gasped at the unbelievably tight and pleasurable sensation. Penelope was one of those women who, despite living in what was, essentially, a garrison, you knew had never really dabbled with her male counterparts before. She was inexperienced but eager; a combination that I found singularly hot and exciting. My one-eyed rattlesnake didn’t know whether it was coming or going as I moved in and out of her cock-clenching pussy.

  We fucked like that, Pen on her back on the mossy fallen tree trunk with her legs pointing to heaven and me standing between them, grasping them by the ankles, like a couple of animals.

  The storm blew harder and harder up above the thrashing treetops, whipping the tips of the fir trees this way and that. Unconsciously, I found myself mirroring their rhythm as I fucked the Knowledge Sprite.

  After some time, my pace slackened a little. At once, Penelope, with her chest heaving, said to me, “I -I want to ride you, Mike. Swap with me now. Please.”

  Her nipples, the dark blue of the deep ocean, pointed at me in a vaguely accusatory manner.

  “You’re the boss, your Librarianship,” I said with a grin, my heart thumping in my chest.

  We changed positions, me now sitting on the top of the mossy log. As we exchanged places, Penelope pushed me down onto the fallen trunk and threw herself on top of me. The feeling of her sweaty, sticky body against my own tingling skin drove me wild with lust. I spanked her ass, and she let out a little panting laugh, then I pulled her face down and kissed her deeply while she grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet and eager box.

  With a growl of longing, I thrust up to meet her. Penelope cried out in delight. I clamped a hand around her mouth so that I could watch her face while we fucked. Penelope took a couple of my fingers into her mouth and started sucking on them while simultaneously using them as a gag. She ground herself against me, the combination of our sweat and a little rain and Penelope’s own juices squelching as we bucked and writhed together.

  “That’s it,” the Knowledge Sprite groaned. “That’s right. Screw me like the naughty little Librarian I am, Mike! Screw me, damn you!”

  I tried, in my day-to-day, to be a people pleaser, so I pounded up into the Librarian so that our thighs slapped together. In response, Penelope cried out with fresh squeals of delight, so it seemed that my ministrations, as far as she was concerned, did the trick all right. I leaned forward, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and flicked my tongue across it.

  At one point, I thrust up so hard that I almost bucked Pen right off me, and she fell sideways onto the trunk with a startled, breathless laugh.

  “Is that a not-so-artful hint that you don’t want me on top anymore, Dragonmancer?” Pen asked.

  “I’ll have you any way I can get you,” I said with perfect truth as I looked at her with my pulse thudding like a jackhammer in my ears.

  “From behind then,” she said with a Librarian authority that would have made Madam Pince proud.

  She knelt up on the fallen tree trunk, so that her pert little breasts were hanging in the air. Her blue ass, smooth and toned and tight, was stuck out toward me. Her pussy gaped with a blood-fizzing wetness.

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I nudged Penelope’s legs apart as wide as they would go with my knee, grabbed her by her phenomenal ass, and plunged my cock into her. Then I started thrusting away at her with complete abandon, unable to control myself.

  We fucked like this for what seemed a glorious age. Hell, it might have been twenty minutes for all I knew, or it might’ve been twenty seconds. I grabbed her by her iridescent wings at one point, like you might grab a woman’s hair, and Pen let loose a wail of rhapsody. Everything faded away as the two of us became totally enmeshed in the here and in the now.

  Pen rubbed feverishly at her clit, groaning and leaning her head back against my chest at times. My wandering hands moved forward and upward and took one of her breasts in each hand. Gently, I pinched her nipples and felt them respond under my fingers.

  The slap of flesh on flesh, the rasp of our breathing, and the squelching, sucking noise as I plowed into her was all that broke the special still silence of the woods.

  Then, without warning, Penelope let out another distinctive cry, and her back arched. She thrust her ass toward me, and her legs quivered as she came for the second time.

  “Who’s a greedy girl then, huh?” I growled, slowing my pace and pulling out so that the tip of my cock just rubbed at the entrance to Pen’s quivering pussy.

  “I’m-I’m-I’m sorry,” Penelope said in a shaky voice. “It just came upon me… Hit me like a… like a magic carpet in the small of the back!”

  I pulled out fully, and Penelope turned around so that she sat back on the tree trunk once more with her legs angled tiredly out to the side.

  “We’re not done yet, Dragonmancer Glizbe,” I said in a soft, wanton voice. “We still haven’t achieved our end.” I flashed her a promiscuous, teasing smile. “At least some of us haven’t.”

  Penelope’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “From what I have read on the matter, that is yet another perk of being the female of the species,” she said. “We are not lumbered with the whole ‘one and done’ problem you gentlemen are.”

  Her legs spread once more, and she rubbed at herself. Her small blue hand moved up to her mouth, and she tasted herself on her fingers.

  “Now,” she said, in a voice that was as far removed from her usual respectful librarian’s tone as it was possible to be—the oral equivalent of a lamb pulling off a balaclava to reveal a lion underneath. “Now, come here, and put a dragonling in me!”

  Her wish was my command.

  Penelope’s howls and moans of pleasure mingled with the roar of the wind. The occasional lucky raindrop made it through the thick canopy of branches and fell onto our burning skin, losing itself in the thin film of sweat that covered us.

  It was the kind of sex that was all reckless abandon—selfish and dirty, single-minded and fantastic—and a rough competition on who could get the other off the quickest. On that score, it was going to have to go to the video referee, because the two of us came at the exact same moment. Pen’s ankles were practically touching her ears, her hands clutching so hard to the bark and moss of the trunk that it was disintegrating in her fingers. Her legs were as wide apart as possible and she clutched her ankles, while both my hands had migrated north so that I could paw and squeeze at her gorgeous tits.

  “Oh gods, that’s it, yes!” Pen screamed as she reached up with one hand and squeezed at my pecs.

  An electric-like charge punched through me, as if twenty-thousands volts passed through my spine, turning it to a column of liquid, flaming bone. I rammed my cock into Pen’s gaping box, plunging it into her like a sword into a revered enemy, into the most well-designed, closely fitting scabbard ever crafted. My seed blasted into her as my knees buckled under the strain and intensity of my orgasm.

  Every muscle was etched in Penelope’s stomach and legs as she came. Her mouth was contorted in a snarl of rapture.

  Fighting against the instinct to close my eyes and lose myself in the glorious moment, I kept my lids open a crack and saw the tell-tale glow of my potent dragondust-boosted superjizz bloom in Penelope’s naval.

  It was the sign that the seed was sown, the dragonling was within.
I grinned, and my smile was mirrored by Penelope as she watched through her lashes as her stomach flared with supernatural light.

  We collapsed together, me falling backward onto the soft pine needles as the rain began to hiss through the branches above us. Outside our woodland haven, things were getting wet, even wetter than what had occurred down on the forest floor.

  Penelope sighed and fell back with a boneless, light-headed contentment. Her sigh turned into a short little shriek of shock as she tumbled off the mossy log and onto the floor of the forest.

  “Are you all right down there?” I called, my voice a little hoarse from all the moaning and groaning, as well as the hilarity threatening to overwhelm me. “Talk about a climax!”

  Pen’s flushed face and tangled blue hair popped up over the top of the log. She was smiling, thankfully having seen the funny side of the bizarre ending.

  “Nothing damaged but my pride.” she said. She winced and added, “And my ass, a little.”

  I pulled her up and over the log and examined her beautiful backside.

  “Thankfully, still in one piece,” I said, giving her perfect asscheek a playful squeeze.

  Penelope touched her hands to her belly—in the same way, I noted that Saya, Elenari, and Tamsin all had. It seemed to be an instinctive thing, a maternal reflex almost.

  “You think that the dragonling has taken root?” the Knowledge Sprite asked me as I pulled on my breeches and handed over her Librarian’s robe.

  “From what we both saw and from what I felt, I’d be inclined to say yes,” I said.

  Penelope looked at me and beamed. She was still beaming when her tousled head popped back out of the neckhole of her robes and she began to straighten them. When she was done, she regarded me solemnly. “Thank you, Mike.”

  The subservient, honored way in which she spoke the words made me squirm uncomfortably on the inside.

  “Pen,” I said, “there was no favor or anything in this. I wasn’t bestowing some honor on you. I don’t want you to feel like that. I chose you because you are strong and kind and dangerous, and because you have a sharp mind that is always busier than a one-armed monkey with two cocks.”