He grunted in excitement, thrusting his cock forward and sliding it against my open mouth. I gripped it to try and stop him, but it only tossed me forward onto the stone floor. I looked up at his throbbing muscle and felt my chest grow hot. I wanted it.
“Fuck me, Azmu,” I said. He braced his legs and lowered himself down to the ground so he could reach between my legs. I breathed hard, the anticipation terrifying and exciting at the same time. I spread my legs and gripped the head of his shaft as he came close to me. I slowed him with a gentle jerk of my hand and guided him down between my legs, teasing my folds with his hard scales.
I brought him in, scooting forward on my buttocks and letting his girth slowly fill me. His head was the first to slip inside, and I exhaled slowly as I pulled more of him in. I squeezed my eyes shut halfway, then let out a long sigh as I managed to hit his stomach with my knees, his enormous member filling me to the brim. I couldn’t speak, terrified of moving wrong and breaking something, hurting myself.
He moved slowly, bringing his shadowy underside up and letting his girth slide out of me, before bringing it back in. Gently and slowly he rocked, until I was able to regain my composure. The fluttering feeling in my chest and stomach curdling and making me dizzy. I felt like fainting for a long while.
“Oh... my Lord,” I whispered as I hooked my feet around each of his rear legs and dragged him in and out of me. The rush of blood was intoxicating. “Azmu, fuck me.” I had longed to say those words, for them to come together so perfectly. It felt so natural.
He brimmed with new energy. He thrust his hips down toward the ground, entering me fully and slamming against my insides. I felt like I was drowning, each aggressive pump sending me reeling. I clutched onto his underside and held on, letting the storm of his passion flow through me, the heat of his fiery belly fill me with desire. I moaned aloud into the cave, no one to hear the sounds of our love. Nothing to witness our lust and love except for the twinkling of the stars above his body. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them. They felt as if they were throbbing, echoing and chanting. I screamed as what must’ve been an orgasm sparked inside my body, consuming me like wildfire, the throbbing heat and lust waxing and waning from my finger tips to my ears.
The incredible surge of intensity began to ebb as he grunted, long streaks of fire blowing from his mouth without control. I felt the burst of heat from above my head with every push, then his seed exploded inside me. It was like coals were being deposited in my insides, like burning kindling of our love still glowing. He grunted aloud and smacked his lips, before withdrawing from me. I collapsed on the sticky stone.
He moved back to catch a glimpse of my eyes. As his head hovered over me, I stroked his scales and, with some difficulty, reached up to plant a kiss on him. He snorted and dabbled me with his tongue, mimicking my kiss. His eyes were full of adoration, the emerald almost looking gold in the fire-light.
My body felt weak and trembled with every movement. I struggled to turn over to my side, before exhaustion gripped me and I passed out.
***
Azmu woke me. I squinted in the daylight as his voice rang in my ears, calling my name.
“Elizabeth. Wake up.” He gently nudged me with his claw, turning me over from my side.
I held my elbow against my forehead, trying to block the sun that was beaming through the open skylight. I groaned and looked at him. I groaned softly as my body reminded me of the night before. Every muscle was as sore as if I had spent all day tilling. “Wh-what is it?”
“I wanted to tell you — I... I’m glad I brought you here.”
I smiled and craned my neck to meet one of his enormous eyes. “I am too.” I sighed contentedly and added, “Was it good?”
“It was invigorating. I haven’t felt so charged with energy for hundreds of years.”
I stared at him. “Hundreds of years?” My mind boggled at the concept. I thought for a moment, glancing at the unlit trees in the corner of the room, still smoldering slightly from the fire the night before. “Wait — when was the last time...?”
He nodded a bit sheepishly. “It was two hundred and fifty years ago, almost exactly. I took one of your kind into my home.”
I stared at the floor, now turned around on my stomach and resting on my elbows. I didn’t want to know who, but I was surprised that he had gone so long. “Why so long?”
He answered slowly, as if he were choosing his words with great care. “I never found anyone suitable. All the others weren’t right, they didn’t smell right.”
I leaned in and smelled my arm. “I smell right, don’t I?”
He nodded. “More right than even the last.”
“Aren’t there other dragons?” I felt silly to ask, but he was the only one I had seen. When we were flying to his cave, I thought about it and decided that he matched the descriptions of all the dragon stories I ever heard; gold scales, large claws and teeth, emerald eyes. None had different features.
“None.” He held his breath, then sighed. “I am the last, I’m afraid. I’ve flown across the land and sea countless times, and never found another like me.”
“I’m so sorry.” I reached out to stroke his claw, admiring the crimson edges to his scales and claws.
He shook his large head back and forth, the air whooshing around it. “Don’t be. I am not alone or terrified. At least, not anymore.”
I stared at him, unsure of where he was going. I thought hard about it, and felt my heart quicken. “Your seed...” I held my hand to my mouth, but not in horror, but confusion. “Am I going to be pregnant?”
“No, you’ll change. You’ll become a dragon. Like me.”
I stared at him, trying to comprehend. Trying to believe. “Like you?” I gazed at his body, long and almost serpentine.
“Not entirely,” he chuckled. “More human, but a dragon. With the immortality of a dragon, and the power of one.” He blinked hard and brought his head near me, his large eye encompassing my vision. “Does that... upset you?”
I shook my head, tears brimming on my eyes. “No, no!” I protested. “It doesn’t. I’m just... surprised. I mean... I don’t have anything else anyway. My village literally left me for dead. Without you — I’d have nothing.”
“Now you can have everything. Even revenge. And don’t worry. I’ll take care of you during the process. It can be arduous.”
“Have you seen it happen before?”
“Only once,” he said. He turned away and looked through one of the many tunnels in his cave. “I’ll get us some food. Wait here for me.”
I nodded, and he spread his wings as wide as the chamber. With a powerful beat, he leaped into the art and took off through the open ceiling, leaving me in his lair alone. I drank some water from the pond and sat near the gold pile, staring at its majesty.
Perhaps being a dragon’s sacrifice wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen. I picked up one of the golden goblets and held it close, looking at my reflection. There was a small mark of dirt on my face, and I tried to wipe it away. It didn’t come off, but it didn’t feel like dirt either. More like dried mud. I looked closer as I felt the mark on my cheek with my fingers. Rough like stone. Scales.
I should have felt a bit of fear, but I didn’t. I only felt more powerful.
Satyr’s Lair by Simone Beatrix
It had been a couple of years since I had been home to Edinburgh. I hadn’t called ahead to let my parents know I was coming, so I was expecting them to be pleasantly surprised when I finally got there.
I parked my car in their driveway and shrugged. Their lights were on, but their car wasn’t there. The front door was locked, which was unusual for them if they were home. I sighed as I slipped my key into the lock and pushed the door open.
They weren’t home after all. I groaned loudly and finished unloading my overnight bags from my car, locking it after I was all done. While I shouldn’t have been very surprised, I was bit a upset because it was almost christmas. Shouldn’t they expect
their own daughter to come home?
I sprawled out on the couch and turned the television on, looking for something to watch. Nothing. I glanced out the back window across the yard and into the forested lot behind our house. I was happy to see it was still there, that no one had bought it out and built a ghastly house.
I smiled to myself and thought about all the memories I had attached to that little wooded area. Almost my entire childhood. Granted, I was in my twenties now, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t too young to remember what it was like to be a kid. I decided it wouldn’t hurt to do a little exploring again, like when I was younger.
It was only two in the afternoon, and unusually bright and clear for a winter day. I turned the television off and gathered a thick coat to wear over my long sleeve shirt and jeans. I didn’t know how long I would get caught up exploring out there, and I didn’t want to get in over my head. The days were cold, but the nights were even worse.
I figured I had at least a good three hours to explore, kick around some stones, and walk on some logs before nightfall. I locked the front door and made my way out into the yard. Walking across the empty yard was invigorating, the chilled air frosting my breath already and tickling my cheeks.
I folded my arms and squeezed myself to stay warm as I stepped from my parents’ yard into the forested lot.
I ignored the no trespassing sign as I always did.
***
The woods were a lot thicker than I remembered. Despite autumn knocking most of the leaves down, a lot of the shrubs and plant life were overgrown. I navigated through some familiar trails and over a couple of downed trees before I reached a small clearing.
Looking backward down the trail, I couldn’t see the house anymore. I grinned and rubbed my hands together to keep them from numbing. I went further into the forest and found a small treehouse hanging from one of the trees, limp and mostly torn down. I hoisted myself into it and sat on one of the remaining planks of wood, closing my eyes and just letting the wind and the cool air wash over me. The trees were covered in a kind of thin frost, which made them shimmer in the light. I ran my hand along the plank of wood I was sitting on and smiled. The old treehouse hadn’t been built for me, but I thought of it as mine. I still remember the day I found it, amazed at how anyone could leave it untouched for so long. Names were carved in the tree and planks of wood, and I marveled at them.
I stole my first kiss from a boy in the treehouse. I shuddered at the thought as I remembered his name, Blake Colville. He had a strong chin even when he was young, and I almost felt like cursing myself for letting him slip through my fingers. There had been other boys after him, but then college came and changed everything. I was innocent back then, with Blake. Not anymore.
I huffed and leapt down from the treehouse, planting my feet on the ground. I looked around and decided to go a bit deeper, never having gone very far into the woods when I was younger. I was always a little scared.
Of what? I don’t even know anymore. Monsters? Standing there, it didn’t look very menacing at all. The woods were barren and frost-covered, but not terrifying.
I walked along the beaten trail a bit more and found the ground rising in elevation. It was odd. I never noticed the forest sat on a hill before, which seemed like something obvious. I figured the trees must have hidden the elevation change from me.
I came across the face of a hill. Strange, I wondered. Sunken in the side of it was a dark, cavernous cave. I shrugged and folded my arms, squeezing my hands tight underneath my elbows. I should’ve brought gloves.
I walked to the edge of the entrance and leaned inside, as if it was too dangerous to actually step foot across the threshold. A chilled air seemed to pouring out of its mouth, or was it warm air moving inside? I took a precarious step into the cave and braced myself, as if it I expected the entrance to cave in on me.
I took another step and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing to be afraid of after all. It was strange though, shouldn’t I have noticed the hill before?
I pulled my phone out to turn it into a flashlight. After my friend had shown me how, I never went anywhere without my little phone for that reason. People never seemed to realize how useful a flashlight was until they didn’t have one. The light beam didn’t go very far into the cave, hitting a wall that turned sharply about fifteen meters in. I chuckled and moved to meet the wall.
I brushed my hand against the stone and followed it into a twisty corridor. The air was chilly, but smelt of something wrong. Foul, even. I found myself walking slower, each foot needing more and more motivation to go in front of the other.
The wall twisted around and spit me out into a large opening. A small pool of water was frozen in the center of the room, but not much else. As I shined the light around, I found scattered beer cans littering the floor. I sighed. It was always beer.
Another curving corridor led me further into the cave, and I began to wonder how long it went. How far did it go? Would I still find beer cans in the back of it?
My phone beeped at me and I glanced at it. The battery was low. Of course, that was going to happen. I groaned and turned back to make use of the last remaining battery life, but a gust of wind howled through the curving walls and blew me against a wall. I scraped my wrist and dropped my phone in the confusion, switching the light off. I dropped to my knees to feel around for the phone. It was pitch-black and disorienting, with wind lightly gusting from seemingly every direction.
My blind hands found the phone and its jagged edges. It was broken. I felt like crying.
I regained my composure and stuffed the phone’s remains into my coat pocket. I tried to discern which direction I came from, eventually deciding that no matter what, the cave couldn’t be that deep. I braced my hand against the wall to my left and hugged it, grazing against its rough surface as it turned and twisted through hallways and switchbacks.
My feet slipped against ice. I was getting close. I reached out with my other hand and held both chilled palms against the wall, letting it guide me out. The light struck me and I burst out into the open woods again, gasping for air. The claustrophobic darkness finally gone.
Something was wrong though. The sky was off. It was orange and ruddy.
Sunset?
***
I glared up through the tree tops and tried hard to imagine how I might have been in the cave for three hours. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, my hair catching on the zippers of my coat. The ground was covered in a thicker layer of powder too, not the thin frost that I remembered. I tread through it lightly, looking for any of my old foot steps. At least I knew where to go now, as vague as that was.
My stomach growled. I groaned.
I retraced my steps through the woods along the trail. But it was wrong. There were turns and twists that shouldn’t exist. When I came across the old treehouse, it was completely gone, save for a single piece of wood nailed to the trunk of the tree. A sign. I leaned in close and tried to read its worn letters, but a layer of frost was sunken too deep in the wood to read. I reached up to wipe away the ice.
A sound made me jump, and I turned to face it. Something was leaping from the trees, jumping from limb to limb. A squirrel? Most likely. I wasn’t in the mood to be spooked though, it already felt like I was the victim of some kind of practical joke. I squinted into the tree tops and found what was making the noise. It didn’t look like a squirrel. It was too... black. Too large. Too wrong.
It leaped down to another branch and hovered there. The only word I could attach to it was bat, but that was wrong too. It dug its claws into the branch and swung down underneath, before opening a wing and preening its feathers. I felt nauseous and confused.
After it cleaned itself for a good few minutes, it looked at me. Its eyes weren’t that of a dumb animal like a dog or a cat, but knowing. They pierced into me and felt haunting. Then it opened its mouth and spoke.
“What are you doing here?”
I shuffled my feet and looked around. I gl
anced back at the sign but still couldn’t quite make it out. The orange sky grew darker as the night fought the daylight.
“I’m... what?”
It turned its head around and repeated itself. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m trying ... to go home...” I didn’t know what to think, what to say. Was it really talking?
It let out a shrill bark and flew to another tree branch, the sound of its claws digging into the bark was sickening. I avoided making eye contact with it.
“You’re not from around here are you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Not anymore anyway. How can I get home?”
It blinked. “I’m sure you’ll find it.” It preened itself a bit more. “It’s getting dark though... I’d suggest you hide. Unless you want the satyr to find you.”
I gulped at the word, letting it sink in for a minute. “A satyr? Like, from fairy tales?”
It didn’t seem to understand what I meant. I shook my head. “What’ll happen?”
It didn’t answer me, but flew to another branch, a light bark on its voice. I shuddered as I watched it vanish in the tree tops, out in the distance.
My stomach growled again and I relented. Maybe I could make it back home, but after seeing that thing, maybe I couldn’t. I ignored the sign and started hiking down the trail again, crossing the small frozen stream and trying to make it to the edge of the woods.
After several minutes of walking, I began to panic. I should at least have been able to see where the tree line ended, but it seemed like it was just getting deeper and thicker with every step. The sky was darkening quickly, and I looked up to try and tell how much time I’d have before it was pitch black.
I stepped off the trail and found a small row of bushes with a worn tunnel underneath them. I ducked down and crawled into the woody alcove, glad I found something that might shield me from some wind. A small berry bush protruded into my little lair, but the berries looked wrong. They weren’t red or blue, but white with purple stripes swirling around them. They looked more like taffy or candy than anything. I pulled a couple off the branch with ease and popped them into my mouth. They tasted like a mint.
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