Saphira and Thorn
Summary
Saphira goes into heat and finds a mate. But will she accept that dragon as her lifetime soulmate? Lemon,
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Chapter 2 of 5
Posted: January 18, 2007
Saphira's Secret
Disclaimer: I don’t own Eragon, Eldest, Saphira, or Thorn. I just own this particular fanfic.
In other news: This chapter contains Dracophiliac-type sex. That being, Human having sex with dragon.
Chapter 2
Saphira’s Secret
While Saphira had been pondering, she didn’t notice that she had started to smell. It was a good smell, like a combination of rosemary leaves and those chewy cookies your mom always made for your birthday. In fact, the only thing that she knew was different was the fact that her sex had started to swell, and become purple (red blood + blue scales), almost like a flag to a potential mate.
"Well, that flag would certainly come in handy in getting my mate warmed up!", and Saphira, without knowing it, had thought her first real dirty thought of her life. Oh, she had lost her virginity to Eragon long ago, in fact, almost to this day, 2 years had past since. This was a secret between her and him; it could be fatal if anyone found out. Someone nearly did.
The thing is, Eragon is a Dracophiliac, and he would do anything to mate with a dragon. Saphira found this out pretty suddenly, when she and Eragon were in the Hadarac, Brom was on another scouting mission, and she and Eragon were all alone. Of course, Eragon asked Saphira if she loved him. I mean, loved him. Saphira obviously said yes, and well, Eragon initiated the foreplay.
Flashback-------
Saphira was laying in the cool sand in the sunset’s waning light. Eragon was sitting under the shelter of her wing when he suddenly piped up with a strange question.
“Saphira, do you love me? Not like family love, I mean like romantic love.”
“Well, Eragon, I’d love you for just being my rider, but the truth is, I’ve been wanting to ask the same thing.”
Eragon didn’t say anything, he just reached around to behind her tail and flicked. Not a very hard flick, more like a light grazing. Of course, Saphira felt an incredible feeling, one that she’d never felt before. That one flick caused her to breathe heavy, and go into a sort of premature mating frenzy. Her voice turned husky and soft (in her mind, she couldn’t talk out loud of course), and she simply said to Eragon, “Oh, so you want to play dirty, eh?”
Of course, Eragon didn’t take much to warm up, either. Hell, he was turned on by Saphira’s graceful body anyways. He practically had a small puddle of precum in his pants from just looking a Saphira. He ripped his clothes off and Saphira took to admiring his body.
“I’d always wondered what you looked like naked,” she said. Lifting her rear leg, she flagged her sex to Eragon. “So this is what you want?” she whispered into Eragon’s mind. By now, Eragon had almost creamed, and was practically drooling. He was begging. Like a dog. Huge eyes, on his knees, hands curled down in front of his chest, he was begging for it.
So Saphira whispered so quietly, his mind almost couldn’t pickup the message, “Well then, come get me.” Eragon ran over to her and started lapping. Like a dog. He wasn’t hungry that night there was so much dragon juice from Saphira.
By the time her pretty hind scales were all clean; Saphira’s eyes were glazed over, her wings stretched so taut they were almost tearing, and her tale drilling holes in the ground. Obviously Eragon knew what he was doing. But then…
He just stopped. Out of nowhere, he just quit licking Saphira’s clit. Saphira practically rose the dead with her scream, “More, Eragon, give me more!” Eragon was happy to oblige. He rammed into her, breaking through her hymen with one push. Saphira had a painful moment, if she ever found a mate, what would he think, and then, it was gone in a flash when Eragon thrust into her again.
After only 3 thrusts, Eragon felt his climax coming on. Saphira was already there, it just hadn’t happened yet due to the dragon’s ability to hold back until the male came. So Eragon was on a mad dash to the finish, with Saphira panting like, you guessed it, a dog. A huge, blue dog with wings and scales, but a dog nonetheless.
Eragon thrust one last time, pulled all the way out, and rammed back into his Dragon. He then proceeded to explode. As soon as the first drop hit the inside of Saphira’s pussy, she immediately tensed up so much you could hear her ribs popping, and she clamped Eragon’s dick so hard he thought it would get squeezed off. (Damn, Dragons got it good!)
As soon as that first contraction hit Saphira’s pleasure center in her brain, she squealed so high it broke some windows in a village a hundred miles away. This squeal along with her orgasm lasted a good five minutes. Eragon’s was a close second, at about 4.5 minutes, but Saphira was so enthralled she didn’t even notice Brom riding up from the distance until about a minute after she stopped screaming. She bellowed into Eragon’s mind, “ERAGON! GET DRESSED AND HURRY UP! BROM’S COMING!”
Eragon gets a migraine her sending is so loud. But he jumps to his feet and lunges for his clothes. Saphira proceeds to lick her pussy clean, setting off another climax from her sensitive clit. Luckily, she only tenses up but still gets clean. Eragon has all his stuff on just in time to see Brom slow to a stop and jump off his horse.
“Eragon, the urgals are coming! Get your shit and let’s go now!” Brom shouted at him.
-------End Flashback
Meanwhile, 400 miles away, a dragon named Thorn was thrashing about so much he nearly leveled a guard tower. Murtagh thinks, “What the hell…? He’s never acted like this before!!” A guard yells to Murtagh to keep his dragon quiet.
Murtagh bellows at Thorn to try and stop him from thrashing against his chains. All of a sudden, a huge chunk of the ground just lifts and Thorn shakes his chains off and flies away. No goodbyes, nothing. Just flies away.
Murtagh wonders if maybe it was something he did.
Already 100 miles away from the tower, Thorn is in a mating frenzy from Saphira’s scent. He’s flying faster than never before. He finally gets close enough to send a message to his in-heat mate. “I’m coming for you, my mate!” 300 miles away, Saphira hears him and replies “I see. Well then, meet me in the skies!” and with that, she leaps off the edge of her cave and takes to the air.
A mere 48 miles from Saphira’s cave, the Elven dug cave in which Glaedr is laying is suddenly permeated by a very arousing smell for him. He thinks, “Damn, I thought I was too old for that to affect me! Oh well, might as well make the most of it!” And as he gets up to move into a more private chamber, a female elf sits in the shadows…
End
Well, you know what to do. Review!!
BTW, If you liked that little flashback scene, you’ll love the next couple of chapters.
In other news: This chapter contains Dracophiliac-type sex. That being, Human having sex with dragon.
Chapter 2
Saphira’s Secret
While Saphira had been pondering, she didn’t notice that she had started to smell. It was a good smell, like a combination of rosemary leaves and those chewy cookies your mom always made for your birthday. In fact, the only thing that she knew was different was the fact that her sex had started to swell, and become purple (red blood + blue scales), almost like a flag to a potential mate.
"Well, that flag would certainly come in handy in getting my mate warmed up!", and Saphira, without knowing it, had thought her first real dirty thought of her life. Oh, she had lost her virginity to Eragon long ago, in fact, almost to this day, 2 years had past since. This was a secret between her and him; it could be fatal if anyone found out. Someone nearly did.
The thing is, Eragon is a Dracophiliac, and he would do anything to mate with a dragon. Saphira found this out pretty suddenly, when she and Eragon were in the Hadarac, Brom was on another scouting mission, and she and Eragon were all alone. Of course, Eragon asked Saphira if she loved him. I mean, loved him. Saphira obviously said yes, and well, Eragon initiated the foreplay.
Flashback-------
Saphira was laying in the cool sand in the sunset’s waning light. Eragon was sitting under the shelter of her wing when he suddenly piped up with a strange question.
“Saphira, do you love me? Not like family love, I mean like romantic love.”
“Well, Eragon, I’d love you for just being my rider, but the truth is, I’ve been wanting to ask the same thing.”
Eragon didn’t say anything, he just reached around to behind her tail and flicked. Not a very hard flick, more like a light grazing. Of course, Saphira felt an incredible feeling, one that she’d never felt before. That one flick caused her to breathe heavy, and go into a sort of premature mating frenzy. Her voice turned husky and soft (in her mind, she couldn’t talk out loud of course), and she simply said to Eragon, “Oh, so you want to play dirty, eh?”
Of course, Eragon didn’t take much to warm up, either. Hell, he was turned on by Saphira’s graceful body anyways. He practically had a small puddle of precum in his pants from just looking a Saphira. He ripped his clothes off and Saphira took to admiring his body.
“I’d always wondered what you looked like naked,” she said. Lifting her rear leg, she flagged her sex to Eragon. “So this is what you want?” she whispered into Eragon’s mind. By now, Eragon had almost creamed, and was practically drooling. He was begging. Like a dog. Huge eyes, on his knees, hands curled down in front of his chest, he was begging for it.
So Saphira whispered so quietly, his mind almost couldn’t pickup the message, “Well then, come get me.” Eragon ran over to her and started lapping. Like a dog. He wasn’t hungry that night there was so much dragon juice from Saphira.
By the time her pretty hind scales were all clean; Saphira’s eyes were glazed over, her wings stretched so taut they were almost tearing, and her tale drilling holes in the ground. Obviously Eragon knew what he was doing. But then…
He just stopped. Out of nowhere, he just quit licking Saphira’s clit. Saphira practically rose the dead with her scream, “More, Eragon, give me more!” Eragon was happy to oblige. He rammed into her, breaking through her hymen with one push. Saphira had a painful moment, if she ever found a mate, what would he think, and then, it was gone in a flash when Eragon thrust into her again.
After only 3 thrusts, Eragon felt his climax coming on. Saphira was already there, it just hadn’t happened yet due to the dragon’s ability to hold back until the male came. So Eragon was on a mad dash to the finish, with Saphira panting like, you guessed it, a dog. A huge, blue dog with wings and scales, but a dog nonetheless.
Eragon thrust one last time, pulled all the way out, and rammed back into his Dragon. He then proceeded to explode. As soon as the first drop hit the inside of Saphira’s pussy, she immediately tensed up so much you could hear her ribs popping, and she clamped Eragon’s dick so hard he thought it would get squeezed off. (Damn, Dragons got it good!)
As soon as that first contraction hit Saphira’s pleasure center in her brain, she squealed so high it broke some windows in a village a hundred miles away. This squeal along with her orgasm lasted a good five minutes. Eragon’s was a close second, at about 4.5 minutes, but Saphira was so enthralled she didn’t even notice Brom riding up from the distance until about a minute after she stopped screaming. She bellowed into Eragon’s mind, “ERAGON! GET DRESSED AND HURRY UP! BROM’S COMING!”
Eragon gets a migraine her sending is so loud. But he jumps to his feet and lunges for his clothes. Saphira proceeds to lick her pussy clean, setting off another climax from her sensitive clit. Luckily, she only tenses up but still gets clean. Eragon has all his stuff on just in time to see Brom slow to a stop and jump off his horse.
“Eragon, the urgals are coming! Get your shit and let’s go now!” Brom shouted at him.
-------End Flashback
Meanwhile, 400 miles away, a dragon named Thorn was thrashing about so much he nearly leveled a guard tower. Murtagh thinks, “What the hell…? He’s never acted like this before!!” A guard yells to Murtagh to keep his dragon quiet.
Murtagh bellows at Thorn to try and stop him from thrashing against his chains. All of a sudden, a huge chunk of the ground just lifts and Thorn shakes his chains off and flies away. No goodbyes, nothing. Just flies away.
Murtagh wonders if maybe it was something he did.
Already 100 miles away from the tower, Thorn is in a mating frenzy from Saphira’s scent. He’s flying faster than never before. He finally gets close enough to send a message to his in-heat mate. “I’m coming for you, my mate!” 300 miles away, Saphira hears him and replies “I see. Well then, meet me in the skies!” and with that, she leaps off the edge of her cave and takes to the air.
A mere 48 miles from Saphira’s cave, the Elven dug cave in which Glaedr is laying is suddenly permeated by a very arousing smell for him. He thinks, “Damn, I thought I was too old for that to affect me! Oh well, might as well make the most of it!” And as he gets up to move into a more private chamber, a female elf sits in the shadows…
End
Well, you know what to do. Review!!
BTW, If you liked that little flashback scene, you’ll love the next couple of chapters.