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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- AIMEE' Chapter III ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ As the months rolled by, I began to feel the immense sadness that was a part of Ryu. My senses were being honed by the exercises Desa gave me, and more importantly, they were being honed outwards. A sex mage learns to feel his insides, learns to know every inch of himself and what one should apply where to make those feelings grow and manifest themselves. But Desa had no interest in an apprentice who couldn't see, Aimee', and so forced me into physical exercises to maintain my strength but also to make me aware of the world about me. That is why he began teaching me combat. Those were interesting times, Aimee', to have youthful Dragonkin, man shaped, fighting me. Hand to hand, with sticks, and then with swords, I learned how to see my opponent, how to hear him and how to smell him. Six months is not a long time, but it was enough to make me aware of Ryu. The cheerfulness was facade', Aimee', for inside he was truly hurting. His rejection at the hands of his peers was often more than he could bear, and I would hear him sob in the night, whether as a way to sleep or something from his dreams, I did not know. In the six months I spent with him, rarely did he have Dragon visitors. Once, Desa came to visit us in his full dracoform, and the difference between the two of them was bewildering. Desa was fully three times as broad and four long compared to Ryu. I started to understand Ryu's pain. None of his visitors were evidently female. It was in the eighth month, as the snows began to lighten up and the sun returned more often, that I asked Desa permission to study beyond my ken. "What are you seeking?" he asked. "I want to research the library to learn how to look at the origin of a creature." Desa looked understandably concerned. "The alchemy of life is one of the most difficult sciences known, young Darynn. What are seeking?" "I want to know what makes a creature large or small." He nodded. "His tears get to you, too." "I can bear it, sir, but not forever. He will die without help." "And you think you can help him." "I can look for an answer." Desa paused, thinking. "Very well. I want to know every detail of your research. In this science, if you cast even a cantrip I want to know about it. Understand?" I nodded. Four months more before I could take it no more. From my sleep the sounds of crying roused me. You have never heard a Dragon cry, Aimee', but describing it is beyond me. It's a great roaring sound, unmistakable in its sadness and unbelievable in its depth. I threw aside my bedclothes and leapt off the edge of the ring, flying down one ring level to Ryu's sleeping dish. A bowl, set into the material of the ring and layered in cushions, provided him a comfortable bed. I dropped to my knees. "Ryu," I said softly. It was drowned out in the crying. "Ryu," I repeated louder. Finally I reached out and touched him. "Ryu!" [WHAT?] The voice punched into my brain with incredible power, stunning me and tossing me back against the floor. "Darynn!" Weakly, I managed to say, "Hi... Ryu." "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You..." I sat up and brushed myself off. "You were crying, and it wouldn't let me sleep." I assessed myself. I was still intact. He looked away. "I'm sorry if my dreams bother you." I leaned over and touched his wing. "I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do?" He looked up at me, his eyes still wet from the crying. "You're an invert, aren't you?" "It took you that long to figure it out?" I asked. "At least you didn't call me a pervert." "The ways of humans are still strange, but I don't want to be insulting. What are you... " Imagination is not the most disciplined part of us, Aimee'. I'm afraid that staring at him, in his bed, conjured up those dreams and pictures I had not had in nearly a year. "Do you really look at me that way?" Understand, Aimee', that Ryu had never intentionally invaded my imagination. I am simply most obvious in my imaginings when they are erotic, and he is apparently at his most undisciplined when he has just woken up. Together the combination was the undoing of my secrecy. I had to say something. "Yes. Sometimes." "I..." He paused again. "I don't know what to say. Is it physical, or are you really attracted to me?" "Physically, I am attracted to Dragons, and you in particular, because with you my fantasies are most possible. Emotionally... Ryu, you have been very kind to me, and have tried hard to hide your suffering. I do feel for you, and I would like to help you. I think of you as a wonderful friend." "But you couldn't... love me." I smiled and stroked his wing slowly. "Ryu, sometimes I forget that you are three times my elder when you have moments like this. I could love you. It wouldn't last forever, because you are a Dragon and I am human and eventually we will be on our different paths to different worlds." "But... you really think you could love me?" "Sometimes I think I already do." That came out of my mouth so fast I didn't have time to stop it. I controlled my own surprise and continued calmly, "I only think. It takes more than one-sided lust to make love happen." He didn't move for a moment, then nodded his prodigous head slowly. "It wouldn't work anyway," he said. "You humans have that mouth thing we Dragons could never do." "There is a lot more to loving than kisses, Ryu." I decided the time to be bold had come. I eased into his sleeping bowl and slid down to lie next to his body. "There is touching." I began to caress his impresive chest slowly. His hide wasn't nearly as hard and thick as I had feared, and it was apparently just as sensitive to touch as my own. The sounds from his throat would have been threatening if I hadn't been able to feel the pleasure coming from him. I decided on what is, perhaps, the most common seduction technique left to those of us who move easily amongst males and females. I gave him a massage. He responded well, cooing softly as I worked. I had plenty of experience in this range, since Thom had been such a demanding master sometimes when it came to his own pleasure. And I learned a great deal about the outside bodies of Dragons. I did not use any of the cantrips Desa had warned me about, learning instead simply by touch, feel, and sense. At times he would shift in his bed in response to my touch. His strength excited me. Through my bedclothes my erection was plainly visible, and I knew he could feel it when I leaned over. He never said a word, and by the time I had eased all the tension out of him from his dreams and probably the fear of what I offered, he had drifted off to solid sleep. Exhausted by my efforts, I realized that I had made one of the cardinal errors of magic; I had used everything in relaxing him. I was too tired to fly back to my own bed. There was nothing to be done. I curled up next to him and fell asleep. We both slept soundly. When I awoke, he had left me alone, but he had also left me to sleep well past sunrise. For that, at least, I thanked him. My studies progressed another year. That sounds like a long jump, perhaps, but nothing much happened in between. After that evening neither Ryu or I mentioned the incident to one another. Ryu didn't keep his feelings quite so trapped within, and I saw the blackness more clearly and more often, but he also seemed to accept it far more often. Instead, I concentrated on my studies, spending six hours every morning studying magic until my brain hurt and then working the afternoons away either in the smithy or the gymnasium. I began researching my own spell base. Do you know what a spell base is, Aimee'? No? A spell base is a basic spell idea from which one may weave variants dependent upon one's knowledge and talent. There is a classic spell base called, simply, "Pain." Alone, it does little; causes an itch. A little additional skill, and it can cause great discomfort. With the knowledge base that comes from being a full mage, one can use it to kill with some effort, although it is an uncomfortable way to die and there are more efficient ways to kill someone magically, like "Sleep" and a slitting of throats. I was surprised to find that nobody had ever thought to create a base for "Pleasure." Bases are very simple to use, but hard to construct. I was determined to figure out the base for pleasure. I took notes obsessively. And, to be honest, when it was discovered among the man- shaped males of the Megassi what I was, a few were willing to help my experiments. The other major thrust of my research was to be able to construct a method for visualizing that which shapes a being. I reasoned, and found confirmation, that all things that live grow into their shape by some unseen mechanism. I was determined to find a tool for visualizing that mechanism. I found it. Not unsurprisingly, someone else had discovered it first for the creation of golems of flesh, although the technique as I read it was very crude. I refined it. That is an understatement. When I found it I completely dropped everything else. Only Desa's threats kept me in the gymnasium and the smithy. Males who knew my pleasures sent me letters that I left unopened. I burned for nearly four months, and when I was ready, Desa watched as I cast the spell for the first time. On myself. Oh, we are such complex creatures, Aimee'! Even the keys with which we are made go on forever and are indescribable but in the spinning bands of blue, red, green, and gold that really do describe what we are. Or at least, what our shape would be. I spent so long examining what I was, realizing what I could be with this change or that, that when I was done the sun had set and my body had gone into such complete revolt over the idignity of ritual penetration combined with prolonged neglect. I spent the rest of the night on the garderobe, Desa standing outside and grilling me about my results until dawn. The research accellerated after that. I discovered I was forging a new kind of magic, a predictive magic that was based on mechanical processes, not tinkering with temporal ones. The fundamental elements were alchemical, of course, but ultimately it became a purely spiritual engine that allowed me to make a single change, and then change after change after change until I got what I wanted. It was something of a shock when I realized, suddenly, that I had gotten away from the erotic sciences. I had been too busy taking apart the body to appreciate it. Have you ever been hit on the chin, Aimee'? I swear to you, that is how it felt. I suddenly spent an entire day addressing old friends, diving into a sort of blind, erotic haze, unable to think about work because I could think of nothing else but the males I had neglected. I took control of myself the next day. I wrote down my thoughts on the bodily experimentation as much as I could, then turned my attention back to Pleasure. I think that's my one greatest failure, that I can never pay attention to one project at a time. I constantly change back and forth. I received permission from Desa to take two weeks off from the smithy, but not exercise. I spent those two weeks catching up with every male I knew was amenable to my caresses, and in two weeks I had finished a unified base for spells of Pleasure. I documented my spell base comprehensively and mailed it to here, to Barraminum and the College of Mages. Over a year would pass before I heard the reply. As I crawled into my bed one night, however, a voice from the edge of the ring interrupted my desire to sleep. "Darynn?" "Ryu? Hi." "Hi yourself. Long time no see." "I'm sorry," I said. "I just completed a fully functional spell base, and I decided to turn it into the College of Mages for acceptance." "That's quite an achievement." He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Darynn, why is it you never asked me to help you test those spells?" "I... " I was caught. I had wanted to practice with him, but knowing him as I did I had never felt comfortable approaching him. I wondered if I could bluff my way through this encounter. "Desa said I wasn't to pracitice on someone without his permission." "That was the animal alchemy, Darryn. His warnings were not related to the base you created." "But... you are my host, Ryu. What if I did use them on you? What obligations would we have? What about addiction..." "Is that your concern? That I might become addicted to the pleasures you could give me without your hands? Only if you used them on me with regularity, and then only if they surpassed the pleasures you could inflict on me with your hands. Which is something you've never tried anyway." Almost two years had passed since I had made my promise to Desa that I would seduce and love Ryuchitoran. I wanted to, Aimee', truly I did. But for some reason I felt reluctance, an inertia to begin. I did not know what I was getting into. "Ryu..." "You said once you could love me, but you've never said anything to me about it since." The truth welled up out of me then, although I managed to squelch it almost into silence. Sometimes I curse the fact that Dragons have such good ears. Sometimes I bless it. "You never gave me an answer." "What?" he asked, not hearing. "I said you never gave me an answer." "I didn't know there was a question." "Ryu..." I sighed. "If we were to... love... would you understand when I returned to the world of men?" "Yes." His word was as simple as that, and as convincing. I reached out my hand and beckoned him to come to me. The bed had been made for his changeling days, and as he flopped into it, it creaked painfully but did not crack, and although his tail draped over the side he easily fit all the rest of him onto it. His large head lay down next to mine on the pillows. "I don't know where to go from here," he said. "I remember touching," I replied. I reached out and stroked his broad chest, feeling the scales sliding under my fingertips, feeling the caress of his skin. Dragons have hearts, despite the legends, and I could hear his beating. His breath, hot and musky, poured over me as he watched my hands relearn the feel of his body. People don't believe me when I say that Dragons, if they have any relation to other animals, are more like the centaurids than humanoids. But it must be so because Dragons have six limbs. They have standing legs, flying wings, and holding arms, although in full Dracoform these arms end in three-fingered hands that require close care to keep the nails short enough for them to handle anything. My dreams and fantasies roiled in my head and I wondered how many of them I could fulfill in one night. "If I touch you hear with my finger," I said, caressing the underside of his chin and neck, "and then do it again with my lips, do you feel anything different?" "Yes," he gasped. "Your lips are strange... warmer, softer. They're wet. I feel that." "I do too." As we lay side-by-side, I realized that describing him as eight feet tall is a misdirection. He is only two feet taller than I, but all of that body is from his collar to his groin. We were grossly disproportionate. Yet I was determined to love him, to really take him for my own, for this night. "Would you like me to try a spell on you?" I asked. "Please," he whispered, brushing at my hair with one of his well- trimmed three-fingered hands. "Roll onto your back, Ryu." He did as I said, and I crawled on top of his chest, sitting on him. I closed my eyes and concentrated, calling forth the spell I knew better than anyone else. I thought about the base, felt it settle in my body as I had envisioned it, mostly as if it were cradled within my hips. I felt my erection grow, and I mouthed quietly the invocation. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His own eyes had widened and his breathing had become loud. "Darynn..." I turned around and what I saw made me smile. His own cock had grown out of its hiding slit on his body and come to full length. Looking at it, I breathed a sigh of relief. Desa has spoken true; he was actually smaller than Thom, and by a good bit! I was to learn that Dragons are not so largely blessed as Humans who, pound- for-pound, have some of the largest sexes amongst mammals. The shape was different, as was the color. Against his white hide, his cock was a brilliant, visible black. The head was covered in wrinkles, but fortunately it was not barbed like a feline's. I slid down his body, grateful that the simplest of my spells, "Stroke," had brought my prize out from concealment. "Beautiful," I said, smiling up at him. I took it in my hand and began to stoke it slowly, manually this time. The skin on it was very loose and moved easily. "May I kiss it?" "Do... whatever... you want!" I looked up the long length of my Dragonfriend and smiled. "I think I will do just that." I lay on his body casually as I craned my neck forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted like... it's hard to describe. Perhaps the best idea I can think of is fresh paper. After it has been milled, paper has a scent to it that carries for a while. It was that kind of scent. But he tasted of flesh, and nothing more. Nothing less, either, I might add. I took more into my mouth, revelling in the control I exercised as I swallowed his cock whole. It pulsed in the back of my throat. I planted both hands against his sides and began to slide up and down, my eyes closed, my throat grasping for his cock. He was beautiful, Aimee', and just to feel his sex down inside my throat was fulfillment of a dream. But not the dream. The size of a Dragon's sex was a blessing to me but it means nature was cruel to Dragons, for they mate in flight, and must be joined only briefly. Unlike their young, Dragons climax quickly, violently, and, I will add, voluminously. Ryu's back arched so strongly I was almost launched into the air as his cock pulsed long, thick jets of fluid into my mouth. He roared so loud I was afraid the dome would crack. I held on for dear life to his legs as he bucked. I choked; unwisely, I had assumed that since I could take whatever Thom could feed me I could do the same for Ryu, but he had so much more than a human. "Darynn?" I recall him saying after his eruption had subsided. "Are you well?" I gasped, coughed, hacked, and finally managed to say "I will live, Ryuchia." "That was not my question." "I was surprised. I could not take all of your ejaculation. I need a towel. May I?" "If you need it, do not let me stop you from getting it. Go!" I nodded and rose, still feeling a little dizzy, and recovered a towel. I wiped myself off, and then returned to bed, still coughing into the towel at intervals. I wiped Ryu off as well. I lay down next to him. "I take it my spell worked?" "The spell was only the beginning!" Ryu replied, giving me a Dragon's smile. Already his beard was coming in, and I tugged on it softly at the base of his broad muzzle. "You were wonderful, Darynn." "All the benefits of good teachers. And the best of friends." "You sound... sad, Darynn." I rested my head against his chest, listening. "I... I miss Thomorr. I am not ashamed of that. He loved me, and as a master he left nothing to be desired. I'm afraid that here in Hakkana I am often viewed as the master myself, because of my skill and spell ability." "You need someone to... master you?" he asked, puzzled. I stroked his muzzle softly. Appreciate how big he was, Aimee, when I tell you that his muzzle was as long as my palm and fingers, and as wide, and as thick as two hands stuck together. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not as I needed Thomorr, or as I wanted him." "Then... is there anything I can do for you, Darynn?" I thought about my needs, my desires, and my capacities. I debated telling him the truth. Thus far lying had availed me naught. "Ryu, I need to taken. Ravished. I need... " I paused for a second, then found the words I wanted. "Ryuchitoran... would you sodomize me?" He chuckled softly; the sound reminded me that, although we both thought of ourselves as youths, this dragon was of the same age as my father. "Yes, Darynn. When I have recovered." I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the spell base for Pleasure return to me. There were spells I knew for potency, recovery, and strength. I whispered them quietly as I cuddled next to Ryu, and then followed them with the spell that had elicited an erection from him before. I felt his sex against my calf as I lay next to him. "Are you recovered?" "You are so impatient, Darynn," he laughed. "I am recovered. How shall we do this?" I rose out of bed and walked into the next room, returning with the grease I used to make my self-penetrating rituals easier. "With this," I said, slathering some along the length of his cock. I stroked him with my hands, watching the white grease soak into the folds of his wrinkled skin and dissolve with the heat of his body. I lay down beside him, my back against his belly, and squirmed down until I felt his shaft against my buttocks. I reached behind me and grabbed it, aiming for my anus. It had been a long time since anyone had been within me, and I wasn't sure if entry of a living being would be as easy as I remembered, no matter how large my dildi. That's one thing I've learned... wooden phalli are not even fair practice for the real thing. I moved down further and pressed my buttocks back against his shaft. I felt the ring of my anus part, spread open, as his cock eased into me. I felt the head ease along the short anal canal and pop into me. More moved within me; the sensation of it sliding past my hole was blissfully wrenching. But I wanted more, Aimee'. I didn't want gentleness. The time for gentleness had passed. I needed him to be brutal to me. "Darynn..." he gasped as the head of his cock slid deep into my guts. "Oh, Darynn!" "Yes, Ryu," I sighed. "More..." "What... what more do you want?" he asked. I closed my eyes. I had time for one more spell. Just one more. I began casting it, holding off on the last word of the spell. I held that word in my heart, because I knew its power. "Ryu... Roll us over, onto our bellies. Lie atop me, and... take me." "Darynn... " "Be rough, Ryu. Be a Dragon. Take me. Claim me." I felt something like anger flare within him as he pushed over. As I fell face-first to the bed, he nearly came out, but only nearly. Then he pushed himself into me again. I felt his cock shove deeply into me, and I felt his hot hide against my buttocks and I knew he had all of himself within me. A felt a rhythmic beating begin in the air about us and knew he had extended his wings. I heard the bed creak as he withdrew his cock from my anus, and then pushed it back in. He roared a challenge to me: "Is this what you want, Darynn?" His chest pushed my head against the mattress. I could not answer, nor could I breath. Nor did I care. His body pounded against mine; the entire bed groaned under the beating weight of a Dragon in the grips of heated blood. His shaft made a mockery of my claims to endurance, and I found myself gasping and loving him as he did so. As he plundered me all the more, his wings took up more of his weight and I could again breath, my head swimming. I could take no more, and he was straining. I said the last word of the spell. It did not end! Aimee', his loving did not end then! He continued on for another full minute before finally roaring his climax, louder than before, stronger than before! I never dreamed of what I had unleashed in Ryuchia as he loved me that night, Aimee'! Unbelievable. He fell, literally fell, out of the air. I barely rolled free of his falling weight. He collapsed. His breath came in panting, puffing intervals. His eyes were shut tight. "Oh, Darynn, oh, Darynn," he repeated over and over. I grabbed the towel we had been using and wiped my buttocks. I was not suprised to find blood, but with a simple spell Thomorr had taught me I found that, as usual, I would survive and be well come the dawn. "Ryu?" "Darynn!" he gasped. "I've never... I cannot..." "Hush," I said, touching his chin again and kissing him on his beard. "You need to sleep." "I... Yes. You do too." "May I sleep with you?" I asked. "You may not have much of a choice," he breathed. "I am too tired to fly back to my bowl. May I use your bed tonight?" "With my complete acceptance, beloved Ryuchitoran." "'Beloved.' I like that. Thank you." "Sleep, Ryu. We will talk tomorrow." "Yes. Yes, we will, Darynn." He drifted off to sleep, and I joined him thereafter. Darynn looked up at the clock and swore softly. "Aimee', my telling has taken far longer than I had planned, and we will have to finish this story some other day." He looked at her closely. She had removed all of her clothing but the tunic she had first so casually tried to doff. She had removed her boots first, and now her pants and undergarments were gone as well. "Aimee'? You have not removed your tunic?" "I... " She looked up, confused. "I did not know when I should. It..." She began crying. "I did not know..." Tears began falling from her eyes. Darynn pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her fragile form. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry." "You have done nothing wrong, Aimee'. Do not apologize for lacking in harm." "But... you wanted me to be naked by now, didn't you?" "Aimee, if you had felt it wrong to take off even your boots, I would not have berated you. You have done exactly as I asked, and there is nothing to be ashamed about in that." "Sir," she moaned pitifully. "Teltirray wants to know when I will begin learning spells from you." "Next week," Darynn said calmly. "I had planned to do some beginnings here, but we will start next week." He held her close, feeling her warmth next to his. He felt protective of her, an understandable reaction considering his feelings towards the man really "owned" her, contract or not. "Now, tell me something. You exposed all of yourself but your torso. Would you like me to guess as to why?" She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. He caressed a small rivulet away. She nodded. "Teltirray, your master, has taken everything from you. You have no privacy in where you go, so your boots are no matter. He takes your sex at his leisure, so your pants are no matter. You learn what he wants you to learn, so your headcloth is of no matter. But he has not got your heart, and you want that kept to yourself. You wear your tunic as one would wear armor." She stared at his face, and then squeezed her eyes tight as her crying came, stronger than before. The tears told him he he had estimated her correctly. He felt no victory at that. She gathered the material of his robe in her fingers and gripped tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed away suddenly, grabbing at her tunic and pulling it off with an expression that could only have been a snarl, then looked at him, smiling. He smiled back down at her, holding her as she placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He knew what was happening. She had decided that he, at least, should be allowed to know her heart, if only for the moment. He thanked her silently for that. He drew a deep breath, regretting what must come next. "Aimee', I cannot keep you here." "I know, sir. I must return to Teltirray." "Are you afraid?" She looked up at him. "You know, then. You cannot protect me. So I am not afraid. I have nothing to fear. What will happen, will happen." Darynn was stunned by the maturity with which she approached a dismal future. "Aimee', you will return next week?" "With your permission, sir." "That you have." "Then I will return." She stood up slowly. "I guess I should dress now." "Yes," Darynn nodded. He watched her as she pulled her clothing on, first her tunic, then her pants, and her headcloth and boots finally. He found her truly beautiful in her youthfulness, and he feared that she wouldn't live long enough for him to teach her anything of use. That would be a tragedy, and he would not allow it to happen. "Goodnight, sir." "Goodnight, Aimee'." He waved as she closed the door behind herself. In his heart, resolution became real. Teltirray would not have her forever. He was shocked at his own feelings. Was he leaving the world of men behind, or was his own merely getting larger? He had never had these feelings for a woman before, especially not one so immature as Aimee'. Whatever their origin, they were his emotions and they were real. He would do with them what he could. He would teach Aimee'. He sat down at his desk and began making notes. -- "Aimee', Chapter 3" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. 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