by Freya Garth
Familiar voices were speaking.
‘At least she’ll put some weight on.’
‘I must tend Fiami. Will you stay with her?’
‘I won’t leave her side.’
Doraya could have understood them if she’d made the effort. But why try? There was nothing she needed. She was comfortable now.
* * * *
As Goril went to the dragons’ cave, he didn’t feel the usual anticipation of a physical connection with his beloved dragon. His mind was on the beautiful woman lying unconscious in his bed.
‘Oh, Fiami.’ He stroked the soft fur on her head, and she closed her golden eyes in delight. ‘What have we done?’
He went through their daily grooming routine, bringing contented sighs from Fiami as he brushed her fur and cleaned her claws. The familiar actions brought him some comfort until he remembered Doraya and felt a pang of guilt. Still, she was probably enjoying the grooming, if nothing else, he thought ruefully, and tried even harder to make Fiami feel good.
Then another thought made his heart gather pace. What if he and Fiami needed to fly? He couldn’t leave Doraya in this state, nor could he take her along. But she’d never cope being so far from Fiami. A rider and his dragon couldn’t be parted, and if Doraya had melded, too, she would need to go everywhere he went. Not that he’d mind having her with him. In fact, the thought was decidedly pleasurable, Goril realised, as he groomed Fiami’s back, where he had sat just a couple of days ago with Doraya’s cute arse fitting snugly between his thighs.
Fiami picked up on his lustful thoughts with a flicker of interest. Goril cursed himself for his carelessness and concentrated on the brush in his hand, trying to think of something really boring. The self-satisfaction of King Panac sprang immediately to mind. Yes, the food in his kingdom was excellent, but Goril much preferred the company of the ascetic King Tinis. He might eat bread and drink milk, but his conversation was intelligent and he had a good sense of humour.
When would Goril travel next? And where? He hadn’t been to Bokol’s kingdom for a while. Some music would be most welcome, or one of the old tales.
It was no good. Fiami was still sensing Goril’s potential for desire. Or could some of it be coming from Doraya? The bond would be two-way. Now that Doraya had eaten, perhaps she wanted him.
Fiami purred encouragement. Goril finished her grooming, trying to ignore his rapidly growing erection, and went back to his bedcave.
* * * *
Doraya felt small tingles and prickles zapping around her body, up the backs of her thighs, through her torso into her nipples, over the curve of her breasts, along the insides of her upper arms, across her pubic bone and down through her labia. It was an enjoyable feeling, one to nurture. She pressed her legs together as her clit throbbed and rolled languorously back and forth on the bed.
A man’s voice was speaking, a wonderful voice, a voice which enhanced her pleasure.
‘Thanks, Saban. I’ll take it from here.’
The woman’s answer was rich with amusement. ‘Looks like you’re exactly what she needs.’
Then, strong hands were touching Doraya, one warm on her breast, one sliding between her thighs. She moaned and pushed herself toward the hands, wanting more, but they were abruptly removed. She tried to replace them with her own hands, but they were caught and held together in a single hand too strong for her to escape.
‘You need training.’ The voice sounded annoyingly pleased with itself. ‘That’s how I can get you back.’
The other hand returned, tying something onto her wrists then lashing them to the bedpost. She tried to wriggle away, but the hands were too strong for her.
‘Now listen, Doraya. I can please you.’ Fingers brushed her nipples, and she gasped. ‘But you have to work for your pleasure. Say my name.’
She opened her eyes, trying to look at him, but everything was still blurred, so she closed them again.
‘Say my name,’ he repeated. ‘Goril. My name is Goril. Say “Goril.”’
‘Goril,’ she whispered.
‘Doraya. Say “I am Doraya.”’
‘Dorayaaaaaaaa,’ she moaned, writhing, desperate for release.
A hand moved down her belly. ‘I can help you.’ His voice sounded ragged. ‘But you have to help, too. Say “I am Doraya” and I promise I will stroke your clit until you come.’
What he asked seemed too difficult, but her need was so great, she had to try.
‘I am,’ she whispered.
‘Good,’ he whispered back, his hand massaging her pubic bone. ‘I am Doraya. Say it for me.’
‘I am. Dorayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!’
* * * *
One touch on Doraya’s clit sent her into orbit. The sight of her, wrists tied to the bedpost, screaming and kicking in joyous release, almost made Goril come on the spot. He felt Fiami’s delight intensifying his own feelings, and knew it would be the same for Doraya. He wanted nothing more than to be buried hip-deep in her willing body. Fiami added her wanting to his, and he couldn’t resist, although a small corner of his mind was saying ‘no, don’t, it’s not fair when Doraya is not herself.’ But she was so wet and so hot. She was part of this now, part of his life with Fiami, and he knelt between her legs, wanting to celebrate that wonderful bond as he plunged his rock-hard cock into her yielding flesh.
‘Goril,’ Doraya said. ‘Can you hold back?’
‘Nnnnngggggggggg.’ He slowed his pace. ‘I’ll try.’ How come she was making sense all of a sudden?
‘Me, too.’ She seemed to be holding her body as still as she could. ‘I’m not sure what’s happening. Weren’t we just doing this a moment ago?’
‘Yesterday. You melded with Fiami. Can you feel her now?’
‘With you inside me, it’s like she’s still there, but a manageable size.’
‘Doraya, you have to find a way to get her to feel that way when I’m not inside you. We can’t fuck all the time, however much we might wish we could.’
Moving slowly inside her while she was lashed to his bedpost was exquisitely pleasurable. Evidently for her, too, as her golden eyes were glazed and she was breathing fast.
‘I’m close,’ he said despairingly.
‘Goril?’ She thrust her breasts up toward his chest, as if to grab his attention. Which she already had, one-hundred percent. ‘Please, will you fuck me as often as you can?’
A beautiful, naked woman tied up on his bed was begging him to fuck her often. He felt his orgasm build with irrevocable intensity and began to pump his rigid cock rapidly in and out of Doraya’s pulsing cunt. The change of pace gave him a moment’s respite, but Doraya pushed her eager hips up to meet his and he was lost, shouting his ecstasy as she sang out her own, Fiami contributing thrills to enhance the pleasure for all three of them.
Over the next few days, Goril worked tirelessly to help Doraya manage the presence of Fiami in her mind. He cajoled, demanded, soothed, and fought by turns. When Doraya hungered or thirsted with Fiami, he made food and drink into rewards for small victories, like saying a coherent sentence. And of course, he spent as much time as he could with his cock deep in Doraya’s cunt.
They found the best position to talk was with him sitting cross-legged on the bed, Doraya facing him with her legs around his waist, impaled on his erect cock. As long as they’d already fucked a couple of times that day, this position let them maintain arousal by rocking back and forth a little, now and then, without Fiami becoming too insistent for them to stay in control.
Goril found that Doraya was an excellent companion, quick-witted and compassionate. Her shyness and reticence were still in evidence, and she frequently blushed, something he found so attractive that from time to time he couldn’t resist gently provoking her embarrassment. She was fascinated by his tales of the dragon riders’s lives and their history, and of the three kingdoms in the land. He was interested in her life at King Panac’s castle, but she saw that as very boring compared with his experiences and refuse
d to talk about it much.
They spent much time working on the problem of Doraya and Fiami.
‘Goril—’ Doraya dropped her eyes, which Goril now knew was a sign of slight embarrassment. Perhaps he could elicit one of her enticing blushes.
He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her golden eyes. ‘What’s on your mind, Doraya?’
‘As a dragon rider’s woman—’ The pretty flush began to spread across her chest and up to her neck, but she swallowed hard and continued, ‘I will be expected to mate with every dragon rider. But…’
Goril wanted to help her find the words. ‘Does the prospect worry you?’
‘No. Yes. Kind of.’ Doraya rocked a little in his lap, making his cock stand to attention inside her. ‘To tell you the truth’—she dropped her eyes again as her blush deepened—‘the thought can be quite exciting.’
‘So don’t think about it too much right now.’
‘I guess.’ She sounded regretful.
‘Hussy!’ he teased. ‘You might be due a spanking soon, you know.’ He longed to know whether her bottom would blush under his hand as readily as her breasts and face did from his teasing.
She rocked again. ‘You’re not helping.’
‘Neither are you.’
With a heroic effort, Doraya stilled her body and looked him in the eye. ‘There is something worrying me, though.’
He smiled encouragingly. ‘Tell me, little one.’
‘What if I meld with someone else’s dragon, too?’ Her fear showed in her beautiful golden eyes. ‘I can barely cope with Fiami. I’d be lost with two of them in my mind.’
‘I’ve never heard of it happening,’ he said slowly.
‘You’d never heard of this happening either,’ she pointed out.
‘Maybe it could. I’ll ask Alda.’
‘Thank you.’ Doraya chewed at her lower lip.
‘There’s something else, isn’t there?’ Goril asked.
‘Well—’
He stroked her hair. ‘Let’s have it.’
‘This meld thing,’ she said. ‘You and I aren’t melded, are we?’
‘Not with each other. Both of us with Fiami.’
‘So, because we are both melded with her, we know quite a bit about how each other is feeling.’
‘Like, if she’s hungry, we’ll both feel hungry.’
‘And if one of us is feeling sexy with someone else, then Fiami will join in and the other one will know what’s going on.’
Her golden eyes were anxious as Goril followed the flight of her thoughts. ‘I see what you mean,’ he said. ‘Other people might not like that.’
‘We need to tell people, I think,’ Doraya said.
‘It may be more of a problem than you know.’ Goril resisted the temptation to fondle Doraya’s breast. Damn, this was hard to talk about without getting more turned on.
‘How’s that?’ Her voice was sharp with anxiety.
‘Part of the training for a dragon rider’s woman is in learning to delay men’s arousal. To balance the push from their dragon. But that’s practically impossible for you because Fiami encourages you, too.’ He closed his eyes to shut off the stimulus of Doraya’s beautiful face, her cheeks and lips reddened by her own arousal, but it was too late. She was rocking harder in his lap, clearly unable to help herself.
‘Fiami’s noticed us,’ she gasped, pushing his shoulders backward and straddling his body.
He stretched out on the bed, eyes still closed and hands firmly by his sides in hope of lasting a little longer, but he couldn’t lie still with Doraya bouncing up and down on his cock and moaning in delight. He had to match her movements with pelvic thrusts of his own.
‘We—need—to—learn—to—delay,’ Doraya panted.
Goril shook his head. ‘Can’t withstand a determined dragon.’ He opened his eyes for a moment to see Doraya, head thrown back, red-gold hair tumbling over her shoulders, hands stimulating her own nipples as she fucked him. The sight propelled his lust. Fiami added gleeful pressure, and he peaked together with Doraya, her powerful contractions drawing every last drop of spunk from his cock.
She fell on top of him, her body so relaxed it felt almost boneless in his arms. The sweet scent of her filled his nostrils, but his joy was tainted by the knowledge that she had already withdrawn from him, that there would be no more conversation until they were fucking again. Right now, even though he was still inside her and feeling the pleasurable aftershocks, it didn’t feel as if that would be anytime soon.
So it was back to the cajoling and fighting and slow, slow progress. Still, if that was what he had to do, that was what he would do. The knowledge that, from time to time, they could fuck and talk for a short while, was comforting.
Goril held Doraya in his arms, his precious, fragile burden, and vowed that he would do whatever it took to help her manage her meld.
* * * *
Doraya thirsted. Her throat was dry, a great length of dryness inside her long neck.
‘Water,’ she croaked.
‘Say “good morning” for me, Doraya.’
‘Can’t. Too dry.’
‘Good!’ A hand tilted her chin, and a welcome draught of cool fresh water trickled down her throat.
‘More,’ she said.
‘Say “please may I have some more?”’
Doraya felt grumpy and sulky. She didn’t want to say those words. She wanted water, lots of water, and then maybe to stretch her wings. Wings? Did she have wings?
‘Goril,’ she said.
‘You’re fighting well now, little one.’
More water was at her lips, and she sucked greedily. It still wasn’t enough, but it helped.
‘I’m so proud of you.’
The voice cracked. That was odd. It made her want to do something, to reach out her wing, no, her arm, to touch.
A warm hand met hers, and she heard him swallow hard.
‘Doraya, this is real progress. Can you talk to me?’
‘Not yet,’ she said clearly, and knew she was gaining control.
The huge presence in her mind reminded her of the kitchen wenches at King Panac’s castle. Yes, it was difficult to deal with, and sometimes she could barely withstand the onslaught, but it wasn’t personal. Doraya had never realised that about the bullies. She knew she wasn’t as worthless as they made her feel, but she’d thought she must be fairly worthless or they wouldn’t have bullied her. With Fiami’s alien presence in her mind, she completely understood that the difficulty she had in managing was not Fiami’s intention. Fiami just wanted to have fun. So had the bullies, in a way. They probably never even thought about how it affected her, just like Fiami didn’t. Couldn’t. If it wasn’t her, it would have been someone else.
That made her heart hurt. She didn’t want anyone else to be on the receiving end of those bullies. Fiami, now that was different. She was getting to know the dragon and her five main priorities in life, which were food, drink, sex, sleep, and flying. Fiami was always focused on one or another of those. Sleep took up much of her time, and Doraya hadn’t yet learned how to stay awake when Fiami was sleeping. The big dragon so enjoyed falling asleep that it was hard to resist. The urges to eat, drink, and have vicarious sex were pretty much impossible to resist. Luckily, Fiami was trained to fly only with her rider, so while the dragon sometimes yearned for flight, she didn’t act on her longings. But when Fiami was thinking about flight, all Doraya wanted to do was spread her wings, no, her arms, step off a high place somewhere, and swoop into the air.
Goril was right. She was making progress. At times she could think her own thoughts, particularly when Fiami was resting, although communicating with others was more difficult. It was important to try. She must remember to try. Now. She should try now.
‘Want. Talk,’ she said.
‘I’m here.’ The voice was close to her ear. If only she could see, it would help.
Doraya opened her eyes. Was it her imagination,
or was the world becoming a little less blurred? ‘See. You.’
His face came into view. Eyes, nose. Not at all clear, but clearer.
She closed her eyes again. ‘Trying,’ she said.
‘I know you are.’ Supportive arms held her close. ‘You’re doing a wonderful job.’
‘Going. To. Win.’
‘You will. I’ll help you all I can.’
She was so tired. Sleep, she needed to sleep with Fiami, and fall into soft unconsciousness.
Later, she woke again, feeling almost like herself. Drowsily, she put out mental feelers and realised that Fiami was still asleep. Opening her eyes, she saw Goril lying next to her, and although her vision was still blurred, she could make out that his eyes were closed. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. His eyes shot open.
‘Doraya? Are you okay?’
‘Ssshhh!’ She laid a finger on her own lips. ‘You’ll wake Fiami.’
‘You’ve woken before her. That’s great!’
‘I’m really getting somewhere,’ she told him. ‘It’s easier inside my head.’
He shifted, pulling her closer, sliding an arm under her shoulders so that her head lay in the crook of his arm. ‘That’s wonderful news. It may be a long haul, but we’ll get there.’
‘How long has it been so far?’
‘Four weeks.’
She sat bolt upright in the bed. ‘Four weeks? I was supposed to be public property by now.’
Goril sat up, too, and put his arm around her shoulders. ‘Everyone knows what’s happened. They all understand. Saban and Alda have been visiting you daily, do you remember?’
‘I think so,’ she said doubtfully.
‘It’s going to take a while longer yet, but don’t worry. The important thing is the incredible progress you’re making.’
‘Have you told them—’ Doraya felt the familiar warmth spread across her breasts and up across her neck as she thought of the technique they’d devised for fucking and talking.
