Chapter 6: In the Beginning (MF bd magic)

© 2011 Rhys Lysander

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[1]
“The landscape boiled from a million strange powers and the sun set in the east.
And we were heroes you and I, by virtue of age and steel.
And we rode to a land at the edge of the sky--” Hawkwind, Sleep of a 1000 Years

Life here, began elsewhere. For many countless millennia those of us whom became known as the Dragon Lords ruled hundreds of worlds in the multiverse, many of them as beautiful as this one. Some more, some less, but everywhere there was life. We tinkered, we played, and as our knowledge grew so did our appetite. Eventually our technology out paced our wisdom and intellect, and things began to go most horribly wrong.

We had possessed mastery of what we now call magic for longer than we had any record. But the rise of technology threatened our control over our expansive empire. Though we did not demand anything from those of the younger races, there was always resentment. The younger races could not match us in magic for their development was not guided in that direction, but they could utilize whatever pieces of technology they could get their hands on.

What is technology you say? Imagine that things requiring magic could be done seemingly by magic, but in fact without it. Instead of needing a spell to light up the dark, you have a hand held torch which can be made bright or dark by pressing a button. Such things are no threat you say, and you would be correct. However, strife always drives technology to new heights. And when our older race began to fight itself, fearsome weapons came along. The younger races obtained these from the wreckage of our battles, and once we were weakened, they turned on us.

We had it coming, I suppose, thinking that all those others would just continue to follow our lead like so many farm animals. But even their rising against us was not the worst. The worst was when they, like us, began to war with themselves. The scale of the carnage was horrific, and as we watched it spread from world to world a group of us chose to act.

There were just a few of us at first, and as we worked on our plan our numbers grew quickly to nearly a hundred. Our plan, grand in its design, was a difficult thing to bring about and we knew many would fight us even harder than had happened in the past. We would abandon all technology and take only magic with us. We would select two worlds, one for the younger races, and one just for ourselves. A few of us would stay and watch over the younger races to ensure they survived, at least as long as we were there. We would move a good number of the younger races to the new world, then permanently seal the passageways between worlds that had allowed our empire, and the violence, to spread so easily.

When the time came to execute the plan, things went very well. Looking back, one might have been suspicious of the ease at which we made it happen, but at the time we just felt lucky.

You, and all the members of the other young races, were safely brought to this place. Many other interesting creatures already existed here, which caused some issues and loss of life. But in the end, balance ensued and most of you learned to get along just fine. This was even more interesting to us since this marked the first time, that we knew of, that the younger races lived without the presence of the older race to keep the peace. It turns out that once left to yourselves you do just fine.

Though we had abandoned technology, there were many things we loved about our old way of life. This was the reason we brought our greatest creation—the dragons—with us. Though Shrikeen would not like to hear of it, when we first encountered them they were feral creatures. Intelligent in their way, cunning predators and fearsome beasts to fight. We tinkered with them, the how is not important, and developed their intelligence until they became the kind of creature you have now met: highly intelligent, powerful in magic, close allies and friends. The bonds between the dragon and the rider, who later became known by the name the younger races gave us, the Dragon Lords, is a permanent one. We are more kin than friends, as you likely appreciate now. Like us, the dragons are nearly immortal. They can live for what you would call forever, but can be killed—just like anything that breathes.

Only twenty of us came to this world with our dragons. I could name them all, and many of those names would be familiar to you. Names like Suur, Savarn, Adana, Zelnon amongst others. There were twelve men and eight women in the group, though the dragons were evenly split with ten males and ten females. Many years later this would cause us great difficulty, but we did not see it coming.

[2]
“That was definitely not the reason I called you Lord,” Arpi said. When Dathan raised an eyebrow at her remark, she asked, “Was there one who was dear to you?”

Dathan leaned toward her and fondled her tits. “Why do you ask as if you know the answer?”

Arpi shrugged, moaning a bit as he tweaked her nipples. “Just something in your voice. I get the feeling that there were some couples among you.”

Letting go her her breasts, he said, “Not at the beginning, no. We did not take mates, not as you would think, and when we came here there were no couples. But this place changed us.”

“Tell me.”

Dathan once again summoned up a trance like state of remembrance, recalling the events of yesterday as though they were happening today.

“The first time it happened was only days after we came here. Adana and I were scouting one of the northern continents. The two of us were riding wearing little more than shirts and trousers. We were masters of the world, and there was nothing threatening to us. The dragons set us down on the side of a mountain and left us there to enjoy the view as they continued to survey from high above. We enjoyed a small meal of roasted bird, cheese and wine, and then Adana wanted to explore some more.”

…
“Come on, it will be easy for us to climb up and get a better look,” Adana said, her shiny red hair catching the breeze and flying about her head. The warrior woman stood equally as tall as Dathan, and was nearly as strong. She was quicker with a sword, but his blows were stronger. They had discovered they were among the most powerful in magic here on this world.

Without waiting for an answer, Adana turned and started to climb the side of the hill. There were a number of scrub trees, some with hidden thorns. She cursed as she started to work her way through them, only to find a short time later that her head and shoulders were now stuck. The material of her shirt was quite tough. Tough enough that it would not tear, and tough enough that the barbs clung to it most tenaciously.

Dathan watched with growing amusement as she struggled to free herself. It was becoming clearer by the moment that she was not going to be able to do so by herself.

“Damnit!” Adana yelled, continuing to struggle. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand there laughing?”

Dathan could not help but laugh. “I was just thinking, the all powerful ruler of the world, brought low by a thorn bush.”

“I would appreciate it if you would not speak of it.”

“Of course.”

“I would appreciate it more if you would assist me. It seems my shirt is going to keep me here and I have no desire to stay here.”

Dathan stifled his laughter and walked up behind the flame haired beauty, stuck as she was in the briar patch. Standing behind her he first took off his shirt so he would not himself become stuck. Leaving it on the ground nearby, he carefully reached under her and fumbled for the buttons on her shirt. The first thing he found was not a button, of course, but a hanging breast still covered by the shirt.

“Aaah hem,” Adana muttered to him. “How is that helping?”

Dathan let go of her breast and found a button. As he undid it, his fingers stroked the womanly flesh of her cleavage. He was surprised to find himself instantly hard. He jerked his hand away, catching the back of it on a thorn and causing him to jump. “Damn.” His erection bumped into Adana. She wiggled her butt, rubbing against him playfully.

“That is not what I call concentrating or helping. Are you going to get back to business now?”

Dathan groaned and reached back under her, but this time he pulled her shirt the rest of the way out of her trousers.

“Dathan, what are you thinking?”

His answer was to place his hands on her flat belly. Then slowly he slid them up, under her blouse, until he cupped her breasts and squeezed them firmly. Her nipples hardened in response.

“Dathan, what do you intend?”

He continued to knead her breasts. “I have watched you for so long, wanted you for so long, I simply could not pass up the opportunity to see how your breasts would feel in my hands.” He slowly released her breasts and started to move his hands.

“Stop,” she said, his hands just under her breasts. She was breathing more rapidly. “I have also thought about how your hands would feel.” She pushed back as she could against his crotch. “Mmm, I think my predicament excites you.”

Dathan growled and moved one hand back to her breast as his other loosened the drawstring on her pants. He pushed them down past her hips to pool at her feet. He reached between her legs, found her wet and ready. He loosened his pants and stepped out of them. He pressed her opening again and slid a finger inside her. “I think you enjoy your predicament as well.”

She murmured a reply, but said nothing. “Tell me what you want,” he said.

“No,” she said. He added another finger and began to slowly move them within her. “All I want is for you to free me.”

“Is that all? I am disappointed you do not speak more plainly.”

“Well then,” she said, “I would also prefer you did not drive my face into the thorns when you decide to have your way with me.”

Dathan guided his cock to her entrance, then reached under and filled both hands with her tits. “I can try.”

Adana tried to look over her shoulder but could only move her head part of the way. “Please don't fuck me,” she said, though her heart was clearly not in it.

She continued to look at him out of the corner of her eye as gave her a feral grin, held her tits even more tightly, and drove into her pussy.  “Adana!” he cried as he bottomed out inside her, reveling in the feeling of her tight pussy as she squeezed him twice in short order.

“Oh Dathan, I have thought about this since we arrived. Now please let me go.”

Holding on to her breasts so as to keep her from moving further into the thorns, Dathan pulled back and thrust fully back inside her. “Ooohhh,” she moaned. “Mmmm, are you going to let me go?” She squeezed him twice more with her pussy.

Dathan groaned. “Yes, but not until we are finished.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “So you like me not having any control.” He continued to fuck her slowly, but he was getting faster. Knowing he was very much into her little game, she felt herself start to climb as well. Her nipples felt like they might burst, and she strained to move as little as possible against the thorns.

Dathan did not reply, but his strokes became more assertive. He was fucking her harder, and harder, and she was breathing more and more heavily.

“Let...me...go,” she panted, having more and more trouble concentrating as her pleasure mounted. “Please...stop...”

Dathan answered by releasing one breast and immediately moving his fingers to her clit. As he continued to fuck her, he began to stroke her button. Trapped in the bush and being fucked with abandon, and now having her clit stroked in time with that fucking, she strained to stave off her climax for as long as possible in the hopes of making it that much better.

Dathan felt her contract around him, and as her pussy started to flutter and she cried out, he began to flood her. As she cried out in pleasure, he continued to stroke her clit even as he fucked her harder than ever, trying to push himself deeper and deeper still with each pulse of his cock. “Ohh, fuck Adana, I'm coming,” he yelled.

Adana, still lost in her own orgasm, said nothing. Her breath was caught in her chest as her body continued to shake and clutch at the fleshy pole that had given her such pleasure. He continued to fuck her for sometime after she felt him stop pulsing, and that continued stroking kept her excitement up. She sighed in the afterglow of the pleasure, was happy for him to stay within her until he was ready to leave. After several minutes, he was still inside her, and still hard.

“Dathan, I applaud your enthusiasm, but my back is now getting sore and I would truly like to be freed from the brush.”

“Of course Adana.” He undid the last of the buttons, then gently pushed her shirt off her shoulders and helped her back out of the briar. Freed, she turned and faced him.

She was wonderfully nude, and she saw his appreciation of her form in his still stiff prick. She took a hold of his cock and kissed him on the cheek. “I told Liana I knew how to seduce you.”

His surprise was evident. “How did you--”

“It pays to know the strengths and weaknesses of others. I have heard many a serving girl speak of your appetites.” He smiled at her, understanding. “I hoped such a situation might present itself, and when it did, I figured you would not resist taking a few, ah, liberties.”

He reached out and held her tits as she continued to stroke him. “Now, do tell me that I do not have to be bound for you to enjoy it,” she asked.

He lay down on the ground and she knelt astride him. As she guided him into her he said, “That will not be a problem. But I do enjoy it.” She started to fuck him, placed his hands on her hanging breasts. “Please, stop fucking me,” he said.

She laughed, raised up on her heels and started bouncing on his cock. “Not even if you beg,” she said.

[3]
Arpi was still listening to Dathan, but she had not noticed when he stopped talking. She was laying at the foot of the bed, legs spread, with two fingers plunging in and out of pussy.

“I see my storytelling still has an effect,” he said.

Arpi opened her eyes, not even realizing until then that she had even shut them. Her pussy was wet, hot, and horny. “Mmmm, large breasts you say?” He nodded, reaching out and squeezing one of hers. “Red hair you say?” He nodded again, taking up a position kneeling between her spread thighs. “Coincidence?”

He shrugged his shoulders as his cock bumped the fingers inside her. “I have never seen you until three days ago. It is simply a remarkably pleasant stroke of luck.”

Arpi grasped his cock and held it at her entrance, rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit and flicking her clit with it. “Quite. Ooooooo,” she moaned as he slid into her.

Once fully seated, however, he did not move. He had an odd expression on his face that slowly changed into a smirk. “What is it?” she asked, her pussy full but desperately wanting some motion on behalf of the cock that was filling it.

“Not only did you deliberately get caught, you deliberately allowed yourself to be pinned in position.”

Arpi bit her lower lip and grinned, “I already told you and that dragon of yours that I was looking for you.”

Dathan smiled, and then his smile gave way to hunger, and just the kind she was eager to feed. Dathan shifted his weight and pushed her thighs back so her knees were alongside her chest. “Now put your arms inside your legs.” She did as she asked, found she liked being completely spread open--effectively pinned down as he placed his hands outside her legs and forced her to remain in position. It was even a little difficult to breathe.

Her position made it very easy for him to pound her pussy, and that is exactly what he started doing. Holding himself up on his hands and feet, he was able to lift and thrust with his hips, dropping most of his weight on his cock as he slammed into her. “Oh, fuck me!” she cried. He seemed to be holding back, fucking her forcefully, but more slowly than she expected. “Mmmmm, please fuck me,” she purred, but it had no effect. Dathan continued fucking her at the same steady pace, and without fail, she felt herself getting close.

“I'm close, please join me,” she said.

Dathan just smiled at her and kept up exactly what he was doing. “Mmm, almost there.” Then, she tightened up around him, and unconsciously arched her back as Dathan's wonderful cock continued to stroke within her and carry her over the top. Even as she exploded she felt him continue without any change in tempo, driving her on, and on. “Aaahhhh, fuck you feel good,” she panted as her orgasm finished with her.

The next instant, Dathan pulled out of her suddenly. She watched, still languid from her climax, as he moved her legs down and flipped her on to her belly. “Hey!” she yelped. Once on her belly he pushed her legs apart with his knees. As she sought to push herself up onto her knees, he grabbed her wrists, forcing her to go face down on the bed. “Mmmph!”

With an iron grip he held her wrists in the small of her back with one hand as she felt the other feel for her opening. She struggled to free herself, but to no avail. Then he spread her open with two fingers, then pressed his cock between them and back into her. Now he gripped her wrists with both hands and held them at her sides. Slowly he pushed into her, meeting no resistance. She continued to struggle, even if it was pointless. Once fully inside her, or so she thought, he lowered his chest to her back, pushing her down. “And now my little elf,” he said in a breathy voice right next to her ear, “I am going to fuck you.”

“Mmmph!” she yelled into the bed.

“Oh yes, very hard.”

Using his knees he forced her legs further apart, and she felt him slide deeper still. Grasping her wrists, he pulled back on her as he drove himself into her. The dominance of the position washed over her and Arpi knew she was going to start coming soon, and keep coming for a while. Dathan pulled her arms back forcefully as he bucked his hips into her, his breathing becoming more labored, his thrusts more urgent. Arpi, awash in the pleasure his magnificent cock was wringing out of her, starting moaning.

“Mmmmmaaaaaaaammmmm,” she growled into the sheets. She was distantly aware that he was speeding up, and the thought that he would soon come and give his load to her needy pussy was the last thing she needed to reach her climax. She tightened down on him, grasping his wrists with her own and trying to pull him deeper as she went over in a rush. Soon, her pussy began to spasm, and his cock, and the waves of pleasure passing over her, led her to forget everything.

She dropped her hold of his wrists. Instead of straining to lift her head she collapsed into the bed. She rode from one crest to the next as he continued to pound her. For a few moments he continued, then he let go of her wrists and placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing her down with his weight. His hips, and his wonderful cock, still moved and stroked her, and she wondered how long this might go on. “And now, my dear, I am going to fill you up,” he said, finishing with a grunt.

As his fucking changed in tempo she could tell he was close. She was totally limp, spent by the power of her continued climax and held near motionless like a piece of metal in a vise. “Yeaaahhhsss!” her lover shouted, and she felt him swell and then burst inside her. As he filled her pussy with his spend, a smile broke over her face (though still pressed down into the bed) and she went completely limp as she passed out.

[4]
Several minutes, or maybe several hours, later Arpi awakened laying on her side, Dathan nestled against her back, idly stroking the sides of her breasts. She could feel his cock, tumescent at last and lying between them. She lifted his hand and kissed it. “That was quite wonderful.”

“I thought so also.”

She pressed the palm of his band back to her breast. “Now, I assume there is much more to your story.”

She had expected a laugh, and was surprised when he sighed. “Oh yes, much more. And little of it as happy as my last tale would have you think.”

“Then perhaps it is my turn to tell you a story. Is there some bit of my history of which you might like to learn?”

“I do not know enough to be able to know what to ask. Let me think for a moment.” He continued to knead her breast, shifting between them now and again. “Ah, I know. You said you traveled for a long time to find me.”

“Yes, almost four years.”

“And in that four years you must have had a number of adventures as part of becoming an accomplished thief.”

She giggled. “Yesss. The path to this place was rather crooked you might say.”

“Then tell me of how you became a thief and of your most interesting adventure.”

“Mmmmm. I can do that, but we should eat first.”

“Oh?”

“Because my storytelling is better than yours.”

“Ah, you mean--”

“I will say no more until we have eaten.”

“Hmmph.”

Arpi jumped out of bed, her lovely breasts bouncing and swaying. “Really, we must eat or my tale shall starve us both.”

Dathan rolled out of bed and grabbed her ass as she walked out of the room. “I think your tail would tide me over just fine.”


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