The Dragon's Oath: A Dark Fantasy Romance Adventure

by Eden Redd

  The dragon could not deny her own maddening desires. Rising, she emerged from the water. Dorian looked up as water ran down her body in rivulets. The lord stared as her natural desires spoke from her eyes. Nypha stepped closer rising up slightly and sinking her lower half onto Dorian’s lap. The young man noticed he was still just as hard with no signs of wilting. Was it the healing waters or his natural lust for the beautiful dragon? He didn’t know and could not find a moment edgewise to ask. Nypha pressed her womanhood to Dorian’s throbbing member, sandwiching it between them and the shaft pressed to her own throbbing clit. Playfully, she moved in his lap while her breasts pressed to his face.

  Dorian’s mouth closed over a pert nipple and suckled like a hungry animal. Pleasure whipped at the dragon woman as sensitive nipples tingled from the young lord’s mouth. Teeth nibbled and a small moan fell from Nypha’s lips. Dorian’s hands reached around, taking hold of her firm bottom. The teasing had become too much. Using his strength, he tried to pull her up so he could spear her valley.

  Dorian pulled from the nipple and looked up with pleading eyes, “I need you….”

  Nypha looked down. “Yes, my lord,” Nypha said with half closed eyes.

  Creamy thighs tensed as she rose up and pressed her valley opening to his stiff cock. Dorian pressed down and Nypha relented. The thick head spread her lips. The dragon woman let out her own hiss as inner walls parted to his invading force. Clutching to the lord, breasts smothered his face as she impaled herself on him. Eyes widening, ecstasy crashed into her and the emptiness was filled, one inch at a time.

  “My…young…lord…..” Nypha moaned.

  Dorian could not say much, his mouth suckling on a pointed nipple. Waters rippled as Nypha slid down to the hilt. Squeezing him, her hips began to betray her. With slow short strokes between them, Nypha did not want to break the connection. Bodies moved to a primal rhythm as hearts soared. Dorian basked in her tight valley, squeezing her ass and licking at her nipple. Nypha moaned her pleasure, lost to a bliss she had never felt before in her long life.

  The dragon spiraled as her movements grew heated. She moved on his lap, her womanhood squeezing him with every up and down motion. Tail moving back and forth in the water, she cried out as nerves began to curl. The full feeling only expanded with Dorian grabbing and holding her tight. Small waves rippled along the lake as man and dragon could not halt their intimate embrace. Two souls sang with the gentle lapping of glowing water.

  “Dorian……My love….,” Nypha said as her moans turned to whimpering cries.

  The young lord pulled away from a wet nipple and gazed up at the dragon woman, “Never leave me….”

  Nypha opened her eyes and looked down, her body still bouncing on his cock, “No….my lord. I will never leave you….”

  Dorian leaned his head back but kept his eyes on her. Nypha bounced, tight nerves screaming. The lord wrapped his thick arms around her waist and held her down on him. The sudden stab down to the hilt sent her over the edge. Tight nerves exploded and Nypha let out the longest moan of her life. Mouth forming a perfect O, blissful explosions caused her body to shudder.

  Seeing pure bliss fill the dragon woman, Dorian could not hold back any longer. Cock bulging against inner walls, spurts of come painted the small space instantly. Nypha whimpered as another string of orgasms blinded her and the cavern seemed to fade away from her mind, her wings closing around them. The only thing she could feel was Dorian’s heartbeat in the vast cloud of paradise.

  When the pleasure ebbed, Nypha pressed her forehead to Dorian’s and they held each other in the lake waters. Bodies entwined, serenity touched their spirits as they basked in the afterglow.

  Dorian smiled as he was still hard, “Shall we take this to your chambers?”

  Nypha opened lazy eyes, “Just a moment longer.”

  Feeling her in his hands, the young lord could not deny further needs to pleasure himself to Nypha’s beauty. He dreamed of the beautiful dragon and his manhood did not wilt or falter. Hands pushing, he pulled himself from the confused dragon. Standing up, water ran down his athletic body, Nypha looking to him with foggy eyes.

  “Come with me,” Dorian commanded and held out his hand.

  Nypha raised her hand and entwined her fingers into his. Glistening bodies stepped out of the waters and walked toward the open doors of Nypha’s home. Stepping through the threshold, a wave of heat blasted the young lord. It felt good against his wet skin as they stepped in further. Nypha followed along, her mind piercing the blissful fog. She looked to Dorian’s strong shoulders and wanted him to take what was his.

  The young lord stepped to the edge of Nypha’s oversized bed. Pulling her closer, he turned her back to the bed. The couple stood, bodies barely touching as Dorian lifted her hand and kissed the smooth scales.

  “I have dreamed of worshipping and conquering you since I first laid eyes on you,” Dorian said in a low tone.

  “Would you bend your knee at one moment and slay me with your sword the next?” Nypha smiled.

  Dorian gave her a hard gaze, “I would, again and again.”

  A drop of wetness slipped down her inner thigh, “And what does my young lord desire at this moment?”

  “To pray,” Dorian said in a dark tone before lifting his open hand and pressing hard on the center of Nypha’s chest.

  The dragon fell back onto the bed, wings splayed out and eyes wide. Between parted legs, Nypha stared as Dorian gazed on her budding pink valley. The heat in the room dried their skin of the lake waters but it could not dry the wetness spilling from the dragon’s womanhood.

  Dorian looked down at her sex and knelt like a knight before a holy goddess. The young lord buried his head between creamy thighs, tongue snaking out and licking at her as if she had the last drop of water in the world. Nypha’s eyes rolled up as his mouth kissed deeply and his tongue stabbed deeper. Top lip grazing her engorged clit; she let out an involuntary whimper.

  Dorian pressed his mouth against her, licking and tracing the tip among vibrant pink folds. Working upwards, he licked at her clit and let himself linger. The dragon tasted beyond his wildest dreams. Sensual honey flowed and the lord licked it up.

  Nypha’s fingers curled into furs and silks. Eyes closing, she moaned and whimpered to his magic tongue. Never had another being explored her with such deep kisses. Nerves reigniting, she fought to control herself. Inner thighs closed on Dorian’s cheeks. The man licked and slathered against her like an animal but soon his movements turned to quiet suckling. The dragon could not deny his desires as his arms wrapped around her thighs and held them open. Tongue whipping at her glowing nub, the familiar threat of bliss rolled through her writhing body.

  “Dorian….please…slow down…..You’ll make me….” Nypha tried to say amid the storm of pleasure.

  The young lord ignored her, whipping at her vigorously and taking joy in her trembling. Nypha clawed at the bed again, the dam of bliss beginning to crack. Moans grew louder and before she could say another word, the dam splintered and exploded. Wetness gushed from her thin valley and Dorian relished in it. He continued to lick at her as wetness painted his cheeks, chin and mouth.

  Nypha let out a harrowing moan as white touched the edges of her vision. Body trembling, she lost herself to a string of orgasms. After a long moment, the mental bliss began to part and she could feel Dorian over her. He stared at her like a predator and for the first time in her entire life, she felt like prey. The dragon glanced over her firm breasts to see Dorian’s hard manhood. He took hold of it like a weapon, threatening to use it at her unguarded valley.

  The lord pressed the tip to her valley and slowly invaded. Nypha’s eyes closed as inner walls parted to accommodate his size. A deep moan rose up from her throat as arms and wings wrapped around him. Legs coiled around his waist and pushed him down to the hilt. Scaled fingers moved through his hair as his body rebelled against her embrace. The sound of skin on skin filled the giant chamber as the two lovers continued
their private dance.

  “My…sweet Dorian…..” Nypha sang.

  Dorian snuggled into her embrace, hips moving with restrained power. Body healed, he felt like he had all the energy in the world. Leathery wings pressed against his strong back as he assaulted her tight valley again and again. Each thrust forced a moan and every pull back caused her to squeeze him, never wanting to let go.

  “Beautiful Nypha….” Dorian whispered.

  The private dance spiraled into a sensual storm. Unable to control themselves, they continued to follow the primal rhythm. The tempo increased and when the passionate symphony reached its zenith, heat burst from their bodies.

  Nypha clutched at Dorian as he forced himself deep. The lord’s cock snug in her tight valley, she gasped as his cock enlarged, pressing at her inner walls. When it bulged nearly to her breaking point, nerves flared. Wetness flooded between their tight embrace. The dragon craned her neck back and cried out as an orgasm shook the very core of her being.

  Dorian let out a soul crushing groan as his very life pressed outward and burst from the tip. White seed filled her already full valley. Dorian could not stop his hips from thrusting between creamy thighs, driving every drop of life into her waiting womb. The exquisite bliss rolled through joined bodies until they could no longer function properly. Dorian’s arms shook as he pushed another spurt of seed and then another. Nypha’s arms and legs trembled and she buried her face in his neck, lost to the infinite calling of the universe.

  When the crescendo of the private symphony faded, Dorian collapsed in Nypha’s embrace. The dragon stroked his hair, pressing her lips to his neck. The couple turned on their side, breathing heavy and holding each other, never wanting to let go. Dorian snuggled in her heaving breasts and Nypha kissed the top of his head. Tail snaking around and smoothing against the young man’s leg, Nypha pondered on how long she would let him rest.

  Dorian sighed in her full breasts. His member had grown a little soft but already, blood rushed to it once again. He knew it would be only a matter of moments before he could not resist his maddening urges. A small smile appeared on his lips as a scaled hand reached down and began stroking his hardening member.

  ***

  Jyda bowed her head once she finished speaking. General Strum and his captains gazed on the shadow elf, a silence filling the room. Jyda didn’t question if she did the right thing telling them about what she learned but she did glance to Titus, praying he believed her and not wanting to destroy their plans to run away together.

  General Strum looked to his captains with hard eyes, “Consensus?”

  A captain spoke up, “We should alert the city and begin investigating the sewers.”

  Another captain spoke, “We have to assume we have invaders at the gate.”

  Jyda lifted her head to the few men gathered, “You believe me?”

  The several captains nodded and smiled.

  “How could we not believe the woman our General loves,” A young captain smiled.

  Jyda looked to General Strum as he gave a warm smirk.

  “You happened to come into a meeting with my most trusted men. Remember when I told you others would help us with our new life? These are the very men I talked about,” Strum said matter of fact.

  Jyda’s heart soared as she gazed to the handsome general.

  Strum turned to his men, his face growing hard as stone, “Prepare the men for searching the sewers and alert the guards and soldiers to go door to door. If we are looking at a possible attack, we need to be sure they are not already here.”

  The captains nodded in agreement. Jyda’s heart swelled as General Strum stood up and took charge of the kingdom’s defenses. The shadow elf held a glimmer of hope as the afternoon sun sunk lower in the blue sky.

  Fifteen

  Gentle moans played on. Dorian admired Nypha as he lay with an arm under his head. The voluptuous dragon woman moved with closed eyes on his member, breasts bouncing hypnotically. Soreness ached along the young lord’s body but it paled in comparison to seeing the dragon woman unable to resist her own urges. Nypha let out another moan as she squeezed his cock, wetness coating their joined bodies. Hours had passed and they could barely keep away from each other. At first, they would orgasm together but the game had changed. One would take the other and vice versa. The cries and moans between them filled the dragon’s chamber, sometimes Dorian and other times, Nypha.

  The green haired dragon woman let out a small sigh before she tensed. Frayed nerves exploded in bliss and she savored the feelings. Dorian watched as she drank in the pleasure once again, and, as if trained, his cock bulged and molten seed spurted like a volcano. Nypha slid down Dorian’s shaft to the base and stayed there, moaning her delight for moment before pulling from him and flopping down next to the young lord.

  Nypha lay with heavy breath, unable to form thoughts. Dorian turned to her, smiling and running fingers along her arm and down to her hip. The intoxicating blissful cloud wrapped around their bodies and Nypha snuggled closer.

  “How long do dragons normally mate?” Dorian asked with a playful smile.

  Nypha opened her eyes halfway and returned the smile, “It usually lasts a few weeks during our mating cycle, other times, a day or two.”

  “I hope my body can endure.”

  Nypha’s smile broadened, “I hope you can endure as well.”

  The young lord eyed her before a thought entered his mind. Turning, he crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up. Nypha lifted her upper body, looking to the young man as he walked to the main doors and through them. Spreading out her senses, she could feel the afternoon sun sink lower to the horizon. In another hour it would be sunset. She wondered if they would take a moment to see it before returning to their needful wanting.

  Dorian reached for his clothes and dug through his belt pouch. A smile painted his lips as he grabbed a wrapped item and pulled it out. Turning, he walked back to the dragon’s bed chamber. Bare feet walked around small piles of gems and gold before he reached the edge of the bed.

  Nypha was on all fours, crawling to the edge of the bed, tail snaking back and forth. She eyed him seductively until her gaze fell to the wrapped item in his hands. Dorian sat down on the edge and the dragon woman moved to his side, legs over the side and touching the warm stone floor.

  Dorian reached over with one hand and entwined his fingers in Nypha’s scaled hand, “I remember when you used to first visit the tower. You were quiet but I could see your eyes taking in everything around you. You looked slightly uncomfortable as I’m sure everyone was, with a dragon visiting.”

  The lord looked Nypha in the eyes and smiled, “Everyone knew dragons had a fondness for treasure, so it didn’t take long before realizing who stole the emerald eyes from the statue of Nelgar.”

  Nypha’s expression softened and a sliver of red touched her cheeks, “The healing god of light, I try to forget I did such a thing. It was wrong to desecrate such a holy statue in your home.”

  Dorian kept his smile, “It was funnier than disrespectful. If anyone else did it, they would have been imprisoned but father laughed it off when we discovered it was you.”

  Nypha nodded, “General Strum came to me the next time I came for a visit. He was quite stern when he asked me to bring them back. I just thought they were pretty baubles in an old statue. I thought no one would miss them.”

  “Strum was relieved when you returned them. He confided in me that if you refused, he would have left Uboria for he didn’t wish to be burned to a crisp over two holy emeralds.”

  Nypha let out a small laugh, “The poor General. I must make amends the next time I see him.”

  Dorian nodded; brightness in his eyes, “I never forgot how you eyed the gems in some of the artwork and statues, so I worked with the local jeweler create something that was befitting a beautiful dragon. I didn’t know when I would give it to you but I carried it around for some time, looking for the right moment.”

  Dorian unwrapped the
cloth layer by layer until a metal pendant shined in the lava light. Nypha stared down at the gray pendant, three spirals interlocked and an emerald in the center of each swirl. The craftsmanship was superb and Nypha’s eyes grew a little wider.

  Dorian pulled the cloth away and lifted the pendant by the chain, “I had a priest of Nelgar bless it. It seemed the proper thing to do.”

  The young lord unhooked the chain and clasped the lock once again around Nypha’s neck. The dragon woman looked down, a scaled hand taking hold and lifting it up so she could stare at it. A finger traced along the design and she sensed holy magic. The dragon woman was mesmerized by the green crystals, causing her powerful heart to flutter. An inner swirl took hold of her stomach, urges rising once again. A small pang of fear and an inner voice commanded she restrain herself or she would damage her beautiful lord. A large, internal voice spoke of distant memories. Her thoughts converged as she witnessed her time with the young lord and his father. How their family had entwined with her existence, bringing their separate lives into one piece of memory she could never forget.

  Nypha silently stood up and walked among the piles of gems and coins to a standing bookshelf. Letting go of the pendant, a delicate hand reached up; finger tracing along book spines from one shelf to the next. Dorian watched quietly, eyebrow cocked as the naked dragon woman moved to another shelf and began the same routine. When her finger landed on a book on one of the lower shelves, fingers took hold of the tome and pulled it from its resting place.

  Nypha opened the book and she walked back to Dorian. The young lord eyed her as she sat down and continued to leaf through, page after page. Looking down, Dorian could not understand the text scrawled about on each page. He was about to open his mouth when Nypha began speaking.

  “Your father carried out sorties beyond the Demon’s Pass long before I met him. He often clashed with the shadow elves in the region, especially when they tried to claim the land near the pass. This journal has notes on those sorties.”