Dragon's Roust(private)

[BiSmiley]

He flew for a time surveying the land wondering to himself how much of it fell under her rule, the islands and the forested coast to the west many smaller settlements here and there the cave from which he sprang from stank of human interference but they had gone...likely disappointed due to the lack of a beast to slay.

It seemed hours he circled the area swooping in for a fresh kill and relishing his meal for the evening if slightly charred from the belching of white fire that scorched this small patch of wood.

His next stop came at the swamp, making for the entrance and preparing a few things to take back with him humming a forgotten tune in his thoughts and sending them to the princess absentmindedly.

He made it quick pulling a filled chest and the selected armor from the cave before the ore in the rock sucked the magic from him again. It was such a shame that a beautiful place had exacted such an annoying toll. Finding another cave he has cause to rest sleep off the heavy lump of meat that rested in his gut.

Soon he'd be a king of a human city, yet he didn't feel rushed, yet he felt anxious wondering where this road to freedom led.

 

[Perplexia]

The hum came to her mind and she began to hum it as well. Soon the staff was as well as she put the final touches upon the hall. Guests were already starting to arrive and question the lineage of the prince that captured her heart. She told the story in detail letting it seep to Gerat. Of how he saved her from the Nid-hoggs, helped her capture the mighty dragon and as a gift for her betrothal had it bound to her.

The woman swarmed and the men scoffed. It was a romantic tale for a princess of any world.

"When does he arrive" they seemingly asked in unison.

"tomorrow at the suns highest point my betrothed shall come to me, the taylors will be waiting to finish the wedding clothes, and then a few hours past we shall be joined forever." She let a giddy rejoicing giggle that was to be what every woman gave regarding her wedding to be.

An echoing clap came from the corner of the room as people turned to see her cousin. "Well told, well told cousin, and may i offer my heart felt congratulations on your nuptials to be. I dare hope nothing happens to prevent your prince from claiming his bride."

"oh no worries my cousin, i have sent my dragon to keep watchful eye over my betrothed " as she sent this message to Gerat with it came a bit of fear. She feared for her dragon, she feared that this vile creature would find a way to stop the wedding.

But her face did not show the fear, well rehearsed manners had taught her how to look danger in the eye and smile. Only one knew of the true state she was in as her heart beat faster.

Eventually the night came and all retired to their rooms. This made it quite evident that he had spies in the castle. She hadn't even sent out his invitation till after Gerat had left.

Taking precautions she locked Gerats bedroom door as well as her own and the one in between. The only way to balcony was to fly. She would unlock it in the morning when she awoke.

"good night Gerat" she whispered through though.

 

[BiSmiley]

Hearing the warning he returned his own assurance to the princess 'Let's pray that whatever your cousin lays in my path is entertaining.' He would've been so dissappointed with a substandard ambush, getting to test the limits of this smaller frame he'd taken was going to be all its own fun.

'And good night to you to milady'. This bonding was making thing much easier to coordinate this new avenue he traveled.

He rested until sun up retaking human shape and slipping into the dark armor he'd retrieved by the reflection in the water he looked quite imposing the sword in hand surprisingly still sharp and very heavy compared to the average blade, giving it a bit more force behind each swing. He remembered the knight who wielded it he may have one if the blade hadn't made arms so tired...irony was so amusing sometimes.

Sheathing the blade and adjust the straps and fittings before heading back the way he'd flown moving at greater speed than most animals let alone a human in heavy armor. Keeping his senses tuned to the world around him hoping for the 'cousins' men to show. Perhaps give them new reason to fear this new prince and soon to be king.

Still the journey that took him an hour by air took several on land the castle coming into view on the horizon spied through the breaks in the trees. The rattle of armor sweet to his ears. Twelve set of foots steps the Gerat slowing his pace to a the small chest still under his arm filled the the dowry he was to gift upon the kingdom.

"HALT!"

They soon surrounded him Gerat looking to them solemnly "No." He spoke with the same indifference disappointed with the meager attempt, had they'd know what they were trying to kill they'd sent an army...a pleasant thought for another time.

The soldiers brandished spears and swords as if to warn him they were serious "Are you prince Gerat?" The leader of the group seemed confused, there was no entourage no guards no carriage, even the other soldiers seemed amiss muttering among eachother thinking him a mere mercenary.

"Yes, I unlike your master needn't bother myself with guards or soldiers." Readying himself for the fight setting down the chest and stretching his limbs lethargically "And quite frankly the lot of you are rather pathetic looking." Goading them into a fight the pause there made him chuckle "Bravery in numbers I suppose, problem is you didn't bring enough."

One of the spearmen at his back lunged forward Gerat shifted to the left enough for the spear to glance of the plate of his shoulder. In one motion he grapped the haft of the spear yanked him forward and drew his blade splitting both the man and the weapon in two. Blood cast into the air the man hitting the ground before it fell.

Gerat turning back to the commander "So dissappointing." Throwing the sword into the next soldier he rushed the commander and hobbled him with a straight kick to the knee. Gerat took each man in turn bare handed maiming all of them rather than killing them outright leaving only a few capable of walking though unconcious.

Returning to the retreating commander struggling to crawl away Gerat planted a foot on the breatplate of the other's armor and pressed until he could hear it creak "I can see it in your eyes 'how can he do this?''is he a demon?'" Gerat was toying with him now "The answer is no, but I'm not to be trifled with that's why I gift you and a 'few' of your men with your lives, you need someone to carry you home."

Gerat laughed as retrieved the blade buried in one of the deads' chest wiped it clean and sheathed it before returning to his walk to the city grabbing the chest as he went. Sending the amused thought to the princess 'Twelve men...*sigh* really? Who does you cousin think he's dealing with.' Laughing to himself as he soon found himself at the bridge below the grand city before him.

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalyn gave a sign of relief when she heard Gerats crack about only twelve soldiers. As he drew closer so did their bond which gave her a sense of safety and security she had never realized till now was missing.

Crowds gathered at the gates as the stable boy led a beautiful black stallion down the bridge. He bowed in front of Gerat saying "We are pleased to welcome you our future king. Our princess gives you this magnificent stallion as a token of her affection and said to tell you never but once has she ridden a creature more noble then this." With that he assisted Gerat with mounting the horse and led them the rest of the way down the bridge and into the city.

The crowds cheered as he was led up the path to the castle, and showered him with petals of flowers. Rosalyn watched her cousins disappointed face and smiled at him just to rub in the fact this day was in fact happening. His hope of taking the kingdom without force was at an end.

A red carpet was rolled out for him as he was welcomed inside the castle and the council greeted him with open arms as they eyed the treasure chest he carried.

Rosalynn came down the cascading stairs and greeted her handsome prince. She curtsied to him in front of all and said out loud "welcome to your new kingdom my lord. I hope thee are pleased."
'you can excuse yourself at any time to be taken to your chambers as the taylor waits there for you to make your outfit for the wedding.' she thought to him.

Her smile was as genuine as her feeling of relief at the sight of him. He surely did make a breathtaking prince. The swooning courtiers seemed to agree.

 

[BiSmiley]

The disguised dragon nodded to the boy "This will do nicely." Taking the reigns and feeling a familiar welcome as he crossed into the city up the winding paths toward the castle at the peak. The whispers and words spoken were a mix of joy and mistrust unsure of this unheard of prince from an unfamiliar land.

Regardless winning over the masses was the least of his concerns, just another diversion he'd save for another time. Passing the white stone gates to the castle courtyard filled to the brim with people of note reknown or wealth all here to witness this mystery royal that Gerat had assumed the role of.

Dismounting and heading into the main hall greeted by the grand staircase and the councilors. Greedy eyes shifting from him to the prize he carried with piqued interest, while his drifted to the princess that glided down those stairs with practiced steps.

She closed in as elegantly as she came down welcoming him to this place "No milady, tis not 'my' kingdom nor will it ever be," he paused letting the crowd gathered to absorb his words and grow silent before finishing it "It would be OUR kingdom I will not abide a queen such as you to be a mere showpiece." He knelt took her hand and planted a kiss there.

Rising to his feet "I prefer you as the strong brave warrior I met whilst facing down the dragon." The Councilors seemed none too pleased by these words likely having a distaste for a woman's opinion...how short sighted, he thought.

"As you all see I do not come with empty arms a gift for my bride and her council." Finding an empty spot on the nearest table he set down the chest with a heavy thud and pulled back the lid, ancient relics and trinkets glittering gold, silver, and gems of many a color "I will take this though."

Plucking a pale silver ring from the chest and proceeding to the princess and placing it into her hands "For the wedding." He smiled. his silent thoughts 'A ring is still a marriage custom correct?'.

Gerat spent some time appeasing questions and feigning interest in stories, the mentioned cousin coming to meet the man he'd attempted to kill "How were the roads?" He asked Gerat smiled.

"Not as rough as one would imagine though they're are a few less pests now." Gerat not giving the slightest hint of aggression or animosity in his tone or stance. He stormed off after a few veiled threats Gerat amused and hoping for something with a little more substance should the mouse of a man attempt to take his life again.

Sighing to himself he looked to his princess "Well I suppose its time to get ready for a wedding."

 

[Perplexia]

Rosaylynn smiled and took the ring. It was pale, it was simple, yet it suited her just fine. The fact that he declared so boldly it was 'our' kingdom, made her blush and smile. 'yes rings are still customary milord' she thought to his mind.

"Yes Milord, we should get dressed for the ceremony." she then replied to his statement taking a hold of his arm. 'This should be rather simple, once you are dressed you will have your manservant Henry show you to the hall where you will stand next to the priest. Once the music starts i will enter and walk to the aisle. The words will be exchanged etc, then we are pronounced, and then right after the crowning will commence. Then we change into more suitable dinner clothes. You walk me down to the dinner. You sit at the head i sit to your right. I'll lead with the correct silverware or just ask like this. Then we dance and mingle, then at some point you carry me up the stairs to the marriage chamber which is my room.' She took a deep breath and smiled.

As they walked up the stairs she smiled adoringly at him still speaking in her mind. 'I'll never be able to thank you enough for this'. As they reached their rooms Henry opened the bedchambers and introduced himself to Gerat. Inside the taylor waited with his measuring tape.

Rosalynn curtsied and smiled and begun the ritual of getting dressed.

 

[BiSmiley]

Gerat responded in kind 'Understood, I'll follow your lead, human rituals are so...overly complicated, so many different outfits...seems a waste of cloth.' He chuckles let aloud at the thought.

'You needn't thank me, this is by far the most entertaining day I've had in a thousand years.' He wasn't exactly sure if that was correct his perception of time had been a little skewed in the dark of that cave. 'I consider the experience as payment enough.' He mused 'Though if you feel you can make things more interesting for me I wont forbid it.'

'Shame we wont be changing in the same room its been a long tome since I've seen a human female devoid of her clothing.' He joked figuring her reaction would be much the same as when he'd first taken form infront of her.

Henry had taken Gerat aside preparing some royal attire quickly and without much fuss or difficulty the other hands at the ready peeling the dirty and bloodied armour from him before finding him something more suitable 'This manservant of yours looks more like a woman than a man ironically enough.' Poking fun at the title of 'manservant'.

Before long he was dressed and ready his long locks tied back for the time being and the darkly colored suit fitted to even his bulky frame. Gerat gave thanks to the work done before being led into the marriage hall the crowds awaiting the princess with baited breath.

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalynn blushed at his mere mention of undressing in front of him and dropped her brush on the floor.
She didn't dignify responding to his statement as he was already laughing.

Her dress fit her and looked lovely. The white silk with the blue down the middle set her eyes a sparkle. Her hair was done up with cascading curled strands. Grasping the ring, she was ready.

Gerat was waiting and even though the wedding wasn't truly real, she still felt the butterflies. As the doors opened and the music played she walked down the aisle with a bouquet of wild lillies, the veil aligning with the train of her dress.

Her eyes met his and some how gave her the calmness to continue. Standing next to him, she handed him the priest the ring that Gerat would place on her hand.

The ceremony took about an hour, and the crowning ceramony another half. Pronounced king and queen, they went back up to their seperate rooms where they were changed to evening attire. Taking his arm they walked down the stairs to the dining hall. She took her seat to his right and then he took his. Dinner was served and without too much effort he got through the silverware dilemmas without notice.

 

[BiSmiley]

The guiding hand had been kindly given throughout the proceedings and without the pact to support them Gerat felt that he would've been at a loss for the proper etiquate in almost the entirety of the even though if he had ever cause to go through with it again this would make the next attempt much smoother.

Though he had to admit stealing the deepest of kisses upon the priest's instruction did provide a rather intriguing reaction from the princess. The meagre meal wasn't terrible but it was far from his usual tastes. It was strange eating cooked food seasoned and prepared in such away as opposed to stalking killing and eating it raw, the thrill of the hunt was a spice all its own.

'I'm amazed humans keep everything straight considering all the 'little' things that have to be remembered even during dinner, you look lovely this evening by the way.' His thoughts echoing in her as he placed a hand atop hers as the band struck up a song. Gerat taking a drink from the filled cup to his left before taking her hand an guiding her to the dance floor 'This on the other hand has hardly changed.' referring to dancing as many of the other nobles stepped to the floor following the now married couple and taking ques from the new king.

'I used to watch human festivals and parties with great interest and this is one of the few things I bothered to partake in myself, sneaking among them and stealing a dance or two being a guilty pleasure.' Among other things he'd yet to mention.

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalynn was astonished at the reaction her body gave when Gerat had seized the opportunity to kiss her. Her stomach did flips and she blushed a hundred shades of red. Even thinking about it now while she was on the dance floor with him made her blush.

'It is unfortunate that much of our youth is spent in the education of the little things. Repeat, repeat repeat, and a branch to the knuckles if done wrong.' she let a memorie seep to him from her childhood governess 'with royalty comes responsibility now do it again you spoiled brat'. Rosalynn smiled as he twirled her about. 'I can see you've done this before husband.' she complimented on his dancing. 'you looked very dashing this evening yourself by the way.'

They danced, together and celebrated their union with drinks and laughter. 'I hope the entertainment and dancing fed to your liking King Gerat' she said to his mind with a smile.

Luckily everything seemed to go off without a hitch. 'Anytime you're ready to shed your skin we can withdraw. We've spent adequate time amongst our guests.'

 

[BiSmiley]

'Pity...and a human life is so short... to waste it on petty things and horrid individuals is truly sad.' Remarking on what she'd shown him the emotion that came with it was more than understandable.

Nodding silently to the compliment as they swung to the melody, 'Why thank you its some of my best work.' He mused considering shape shifting more an art than a skill. 'When I was young I always had trouble without a tail surprisingly enough, figuring out how to balance and all.' A fact that seemed to be hidden by his current grace on the floor, knowing that there were many eyes following them intently.

'So you cousin think he'll act swiftly and up front or attempt more time consuming less obvious methods to subvert this union we've created.' Gerat hadn't a good handle on the man, though he didn't look the type to attack head on, he may have been stupid enough to try...that or assassins or poisons.

'Give it some time the guests should tire before us and if I'm correct they will tire long before us.' Suggesting that the party would see most of them fast asleep by midnight or shortly after, best not to depart while they were still wandering about 'and wouldn't want to offend any of your councilors with sighting of a dragon in the castle.' He chuckled.

 

[Perplexia]

'My cousin has several spies in the castle, of that i'm sure. But i have yet to discover who they are. The staff is well trained, and comes from a long line of heritage where their parents did the same. It is my experience if they are over friendly or chatty, or ask to many questions than they are a spy. I wouldn't put it past him to have one or two on the council. Though by the looks on their faces it's hard to tell which one.'

She let out a laugh as he dipped her showing off his sashaying around the dance floor.

'I'm quite sure our guests will be pleased to continue with the party. Though i suppose it does show a bit more heed to being in "Love", if it seems as though time is standing still for us.'

Much to his credit he was correct in that many guest retired before they did. 'If you wait to whisk me off too much longer they will suspect you do not have desires for your wife' she blushed as she mentioned it to his mind. But any doubt they could form they would.

To the appearance nothing was to seem off about they way they were together. She played the laughing and the smiling, and the girlish giggles. But only because being with Gerats human form seemed to inspire it. She was genuinely enjoying herself for once.

 

[BiSmiley]

'Well then I will keep my ears open, so much mistrust and deception cannot be good for you or anyone...' It was an honest opinion 'My kin on the other hand are very forward in such matters, it can get very violent very quickly when it comes to it.' Another admition which was out of sorts for Gerat but none-the-less he was comfortable sharing such insights it wasn't like his kind could punish him 'again'.

One by one the crowd wittled and faded out through the door the few remaining seemed tired but still oddly focused on the pair 'Well if they doubt carnal intentions,' He paused with a devilish look in his blue eyes 'brace yourself.' He leaned into the deepest kiss yet the one at the altar paling in comparison as he pulled her in and pressed her back until she arched off her balance his grip the only thing keeping her up as he worked a long tangled moment for all it was worth letting the remaining few to watch for a few too long moments.

Most would eventually blush and turn away or stare with open mouth as he pulled away and reset the princess' balance 'Pardon the improvisation but a little indecency is expected among young lovers is it not.' Letting her breath before answering.

Finally announcing to the guests "I thank you all for coming to this glorious affair, but as you can see we've grown tired of the dance floor, I bid farewell and safe travels back to homes." He spoke with all the practiced grace of the great kings of old as the ones he listened to from afar.

Sweeping her into his arms with ease they headed up the many twisting stairs with nary a misstep and into the bed chamber before setting her down on her bed. Going toward the larger doors to his chamber swinging them open and throwing off the upper half of this constraint of an outfit. "How was that my dear?"

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalynn found that she felt honored for Gerat to share a bit about himself with her. In a lot of ways she wished humans were more honest like dragons. That what you saw is what you got. It was if life were a giant game.

The words 'brace yourself', in a million years couldn't have prepared her for the passionate kiss that Gerat had just laid upon his bride. Her body went limp in his arms as he quite literally swept her off her feet. Forgetting who she was, not to mention where she was she returned his kiss as her body melted in utter awe of the intense rush of physical hunger that seemed to bubble up with in her. If he was looking for a way into her soul, this was definitely the way to do it. The rush of emotions flooded through her like a tidal wave.

Her mind and body were still a flutter when he made his announcement they were going to retire. She felt a silly and a modern day cartoon character would look after getting hit over the head with a cast iron skillet. Stars and all dance above and with in her.

As he deposited her on the bed and opened his chamber doors. Removing his shirt and revealing his well muscled and defined chest she couldn't seem to get out a word.
It took her a few moments to gather anything that resembled a thought to speak.

"excellent" she announced finally, 'that was a stellar performance, thank you.' she sent to his mind.
She smiled and slowly sat up adjusting herself still a bit flustered. The feel of his lips still upon her lips.

'I'm afraid i have a couple more favors to ask of you, and perhaps your expertise in the matter as well. There will be more then likely curious servants walking the halls hoping to over hear things of a private nature between a man and a woman.' she blushed just thinking about it. 'I believe that a woman bleeds a bit so i thought perhaps i'd cut myself if you would heal me so they do not question the consummation of our relationship. Also if i read correctly there may be certain noises made?'

 

[BiSmiley]

Gerat turned back on her with a comforting smile 'Well the theatrics aren't much of a stretch but difficult to re-enact without first hand experience, this assuming you to be a maiden,' he spoke assuming such was the case 'but there is a much more entertaining way to pull this off if you'll open up to me...you mind I mean I needn't take your innocence or this.' He bowed slightly as if to ask polightly.

'As for healing you'll find our bond has greatly increased you own resilience to such injuries you needn't much use for magic lest it be a mortal wound.' He noted leaning against the door frame as he waited for her answer.

 

[Perplexia]

A bit apprehensive, she nodded in agreement. sitting on the edge of her bed. Her cheeks had blushed quite profusely at even the thought of intercorse, and then having to speak with him about it. How embarrassing. Her stature and sex required she be naive of such things, but it didn't make the situation any more comfortable.

 

[BiSmiley]

'Then close your eyes and empty your thoughts,' his voice in her mind soothing and warm like a gentle hand at her cheek 'think of a still pond and nothing else.' Getting any creature to still their thoughts was harder than one would imagine, when leading such short busy lives humans minds often so cluttered with frivilous things so it was easier to have her focus on something simple, something singular and calm.

'Now breath deeply and listen to my thoughts,' Gerat was now searching out old memories the dragons earlier experiences experimenting with shape shifting and learning the human anatomy. One such instance came to mind, his time spent studying the female form and experiencing it for either side being and being with. It was an enlightening few years. The dragon focusing in on those moments of carnal pleasure starting with the subtle moments letting the sensations bleed over to her along with the images of one particularily entertaining evening.

It was a barbarian festival, Gerat had taken the form of a female warrior, they'd just won a great battle, laden with drink and food. She embraced their chief a more than adequate specimen of the tribe of slight resemblance to his current state ironically enough. The hot long kiss of it and the indecent pawing as they slipped from their leathers by the ritual pyre many of the other tribesmen and women partaking of the same lust.

Gerat's voice floating along these moments and thoughts 'Now feel her, put yourself in her place, and the memory will be yours to create.' It was an old dragon's trick when sharing experiences, Rosalynn would find herself experiencing the moment as if she were the woman in this memory acting out her own version, of the moment with Gerat to guide it along, while Rosalynn's own thoughts would decide what happened next.

While the princess was deep in this dream state her body would react to what was playing in her thoughts, as would her words and later on...moans and cries if it came to that. Gerat gently moved her further onto the bed and prepared to keep her from harming herself in the mean time.

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalynn closed her eyes and listened to her dragon guide, she found herself molding into the warrior. The feel of the long deep kiss made her gasp and moan. The Cheifs image changed to that of Gerat. His hands roamed her body in a fever, and she gasped and moaned.
Going with the experiance and allowing him to lead her as she led herself. Her mind had them naked and on the ground in a matter of moments. His mouth sucking on her lips her neck, her breasts. His hand touching her, stroking her, and his fingers moving between her thighs. The light feather touches had her moaning and gasping.

His mouth went between her thighs causing her to loose her breath as he devoured her wetness. Plunging his tongue into her tight hole. That was her first orgasm that rocked through her body like an unexpected hurricane. Causing her physical body to learch as Gerat held her and pulled her into his lap. Next came his tongue to the forbidden hole. She had never heard of that one being.. Oh my she gasped and grunted pushing her hips forward as his fingers plunged in her vagina at the same time.

She whimpered and cried out slightly as he continued his passionate ravage upon her flesh. Her body went over the edge again and again before he moved his long shaft to her opening. Pushing her legs back to her shoulders, He pushed his cock into her. With one push she cried out as the pain flooded her and then calmed. The way he took his time moving in her, the hot passion that flowed through them. She was covered in sweat and cum, as he continued to thrust into her over and over.

 

[BiSmiley]

Gerat kept an objective mind though was enjoying the vivid and powerful moments binding them, her pulling his likeness further into thought. The moans of pleasure echoing off her stone walls, Gerat could hear shuffling feet and hushed voices just beyond the door, the girls was right all too right about curious ears.

Turning to the images between them he, decided to amplify the old sensations, the hammering thrusts the smell of battle, sweat, and lust between them both as the chief laid into his claim, and she relished in the battering delivered from above, Gerat remembering how it felt forcing the woman's hips to grind and thrust to meet the thick cock.

The writhing body was a match both in her mind and on her bed, Gerat seeing both so clearly and marveling at the beauty of it all. The next twist came when the memory followed the warrioress as she found herself on hands and knees challenging the chief for more. The surprise of it was certainly worth it though something that held an impact unlike any other.

In a brutal retreat the chief changed his aim and lunged back into her body, the forbidden entrance resisting as best it could before swallowing the now slick invader pressing to hilt forcing her to wail and buck wildly.

 

[Perplexia]

Rosalyn found she loved the depth of being on her hands and knees, she loved the way he mounted her and took her with such ferocity laying claim to his prize. Then he retreated and she felt that tinge of emptiness only for her eyes to shoot wide open as he plunged inside her tight ass. At first she cried out, but the wetness of his cock from her drenched pussy made him glide with little hesitation. She grunted and moaned pushing back on him as he fully claimed her. He took her hand and guided it to her clit showing her how to rub it. Before long she was bucking back on his cock and convulsing once again in a passionate pleasure soaked explosion.

 

[BiSmiley]

This 'dream' of a memory followed that same nights events closely Gerat could see it all the festival, the heat of the fire, the flickering of light off of naked flesh. It was a treasured memory even as base as it was. Hours spent in carnal embrace both hardened bodies lasting out as the pyre burned lower and lower. Though the differences were obvious and the princess's tastes revealed as a likely side effect of such an experience.

The weary muscles working hard and tirelessly toward many more peaks, without pause or relent. Battered deep and hard, the slapping of flesh as the chief took fist full of her red locks of hair and riding her to his own release. The power of it so close to both agony and ecstasy, the world seemed to fade out both there and in the real world.

Gerat knew her body would be hard pressed to maintain this without, some lingering effect her own writhing fighting his grip. The sensation of being spread open by thrust after thrust. Gerat doing his best to hold his own memory of the night aside letting Rosalynn hold her desires. The memories of partner after partner, the tireless female warrior rode one man after another into unconsciousness, but here it was the princess who had been ridden.

Gerat had forced the memory to come to its climax the cheif filling his claim with searing hot ropes of seed with pump after ragged pump of his hips into her moaning frame before collapsing into the ground. Aside one another gentle kisses at the back of her neck and a foreign language meeting her ears.

Geratl slowly pulled Rosalynn from the waking dream he'd presented her with and watched her eyes as he did so "Consider it a wedding gift." He smirked.

 

[Perplexia]

The dream and experiences he shared with her caused her to moan and buck like a harlot. The deepest most intimacies of her had been explored and ravished. Without even touching her he had given her the experience of passion, heat, and lust. when he pulled her from the dream she was still breathing hard, Her body still ached and her legs were sticky with her own juices. She blushed profusely at him. Feeling quite vulnerable and exposed to the deepest core. It was a deeply personal experience and his lack of sensitivity on didn't help. Crawling under the covers she buried her head in her pillow without a word.

 

[BiSmiley]

Gerat leaned in and kissed her cheek "You needn't be ashamed," he felt her vulnerability it was too strong a feeling no to pick up "I don't do this for sick enjoyment or to see you squirm but with an honest intent to repay you for the new life you've presented me with, a debt that is long from paid." His hushed voice much gentler as he drifted toward his side of the room.

"Remember this if you recall nothing else, you are not alone anymore." Despite the false wedding and the deal struck between them Gerat meant the words he shared at that moment. He would likely out live her, dragons were nearly eternal creatures but that didn't make him some unfeeling monster though at times he could very well be just that in the face of those aiming to kill him.

Well into the next room he freed himself from his fleshy prison scales rippling free as he paced toward the balcony pausing to look back 'Sleep well princess' plunging from the balcony ans sweeping into the sky Gerat took his place among the highest towers and curled himself around the peak admiring the moonlight and glittering sea below.

 

[Perplexia]

She thought about what he said as she drifted off to sleep. Truly in no real way did he violate her, but in essence gave her a wonderful experience. She had heard horrors of womens wedding nights and nights there after. Sliding out of bed she undressed and took the dagger to her hand, Gritting her teeth she sliced it open smearing it all over the sheets. Taking them off and tossing them to the side she then laid the cover on top and wrapped herself up in it. Like he said her hand healed rather quickly.

When she awoke the next morning she was still surprisingly sore from the dream he gave her. Still groggy her hand reached out for him.

 

[BiSmiley]

Gerat had slumbered at the top of the tower until the early morning light, watching the barracks come to life. The soliders preparing for their day, the young be trained the officers assigning duties the odd glances in his direction. They were interested how this dragon could be so...docile.

Listening in he heard them recount stories of his brethren from far and wide even whilst they trained amongst one another. But soon the stories twisted to inquiries about their new king, some derogatory comments other more questioning though all seemed to center around the mystery about him. Soldiers were trained to respect their leaders but Gerat had come from afar due to the stories conjured by the princess herself.

Maybe it was time he made himself known to the warriors incharge of protecting this new kingdom. The dragon stretched his wings and limbs as he roused and made for the balcony of the royal tower. Casting an illusion before landing, the shadow and voice moved in his place out to the distant forests while Gerat himself took human form and found his way to the door.

Opening it a crack he asked one of the maids waiting to fetch 'his' manservant. to would seem appropriate to dress properly and who better to help him with this. He kept away from the princess' room for the time being letting her rest, besides if she wished to speak they hardly needed to be anywhere near one another.