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Warning: This is porn, turn back now. I mean yeah it's a parody of purpley prose porn but good fuck no this is bad. Gah.
(Israa's note: The following is only transcribed here for completion and continuity's sake. I recommend skipping it entirely, lest your opinion of Basira worsen. Not that it could drop much more, but this was all more than I needed to know. Looks like someone forgot to tear this out of her journal afterward and cover her tracks. Then again, she is that scatterbrained. Still though, I'm quite disgusted and in desperate need of a shower now.)
The handsome, gleaming, sun tanned elven maiden, chaste and pure, save for the flame in her heart and the tightness in her loins, stood before the wibbling, submissive dragon girl and posed. It was a familiar look, one known to all the men and women across Nnon as the look of legends, able to bring anyone down to their knees and willingly undoing her shorts right there in order to gratefully offer their services to her as thanks for gracing them with her presence. Chin cradled in index finger and thumb, a toothy and shining smile, ears upright, eyes gone a-twinkling, body upright and chest sticking out. You could almost smell the manly charm oozing off of her like pheromones, luring the crowds to her, yearning for the caress of her lips and the curve of her hips. All the succubi down in The Embers ought to take extensive notes; this is how you work it.
Once the elven maiden struck this pose, the dragon girl before her swooned mightily and fell into her paramour's strong, dexterous arms. The elf took her fingers and ran them through the locks of her lover's hair, kissing her on her forehead and giving a disarming smile, a deep, crimson flush spreading across the dragon's cheeks. For the dragon was but a mere slave, and the elf had come in to unhook her from her shackles and ride her to safety. She was owed at least one celebratory fucking as thanks, as was custom of those rescued to give their heroes. Carefully, the elf hoisted her dragon girl up, the poor beast's ragged clothes revealing the small under curve of her milky white breasts, and began to carry her to the nearest inn. With but a simple gesture, the innkeeper, bless his lengthy dwarven beard, took the money the elf gave him and handed her a bottle of the finest wine they had, carrying it and her swain up the stairs and into the biggest room they had, locking the door behind them and twirling the key around her finger.
“Now that we're alone, my darling, shall I stake my claim in my reward this night?” the elf said, voice sweet and words honeyed, popping open her wine and taking a swig right there. She passed it to her sweetheart and slowly untied the golden cape that swooshed behind her, doffing it to the dresser and taking her gorgeous leather boots and gloves off, finger hooking and tugging at the collar of her shirt. Her other hand hooker her thumb around her belt, bending it down to give the dragon a good view of the area right above her mound, belly button flashing and all. Her stomach was taut, the dragon's eyes fixated on it before noticing that the elf was running her own tongue over her lips, eyes half shut and grinning playfully.
The poor, attention starved dragon girl couldn't keep her eyes off of her savior. Her rusty colored tail perked up, wings fluttering nervously, fingers gripping the wine bottle and drinking heavily, making her face glow the same shade as the few scales that adorned her pale flesh. Her own yellow eyes met the elf's earthy brown orbs, unable to focus entirely, as anxious as an unspoiled virgin. The dragon followed the elf's lead and she removed her slave's rags, top and bottom, revealing a heavy, firm pair of perfectly round breasts, rose pink nipples hard and pointing eagerly at her hero, free hand going to cover her slit. She turned to the side, embarrassed, choking out a few words before the elf could continue stripping. “I've not done this before. But please, be as rough as you need, just take me, for I am yours to singe with the flames of desire.”
“Oh, by the time the sun has graced our skies once more and Laeshann herself is awake and watching us make merry upon these bedsheets, you will have long since become a real woman.” the elf reassured her sweet, taking her top off and revealing her own tanned, modest breasts, nipples just as eagerly jutting back to her pet. Another second and her belt was off, hung around her neck as her shorts came off, a patch of golden, silky looking hairs covering her mound, sly grin across her face, hand running through her gold and flame-singed black hair. She began to slowly walk to the seductive serpent before her, crawling onto bed and taking the wine back, swallowing some and forcing a kiss on her lover's lips, sharing the last of the drink with her that way.
“Oh, but you blush so amazingly beautifully, your body tensing in the most amazing of ways! You are but one untouched by man or woman yet, and it shows. I like that, it makes you look delicious. Why, I could just eat you up.” purred the elf, gauging the dragon's reactions and watching her slitted lizardy eyes shoot wide, weakly returning the kiss. Her wings spread out, unsure what to do, feeling her hands be taken, fingers interlocked with the elf's, tail curling around her own mound to hide it still, insisting on modesty even when the most immodest acts were taking place.
Though it's hard to keep up such defenses, as the dragon soon found, when her mouth was slowly penetrated by the elf's tongue, lingering in it and nibbling at her lips. The dragon shut her eyes fast and squirmed, snorting small embers onto her lover. The elf took heed and lay the serpent down, getting on top and petting her hair, another hand unlocking and going to trace her neck, down to her collarbone, and around her breast, firmly grabbing and toying with the nipple there. The elf just grinned, speaking in a low, sexy tone. “What a delightful young woman you are! I shouldn't be surprised you've stayed a virgin this long; you were waiting for the right person to come along. One that could tame this raw beauty and treat it with the respect it deserves.”
As she spoke, her loins tightened and warmed, a small moistness coming about them, her slit eager and opening a bit as it and her firm, peach shaped ass rest against the dragon's tail. The elf sat up and massaged both of the dragon's breasts in circles, deep and slow, thumbs up and flicking and rubbing the nipples, watching her as she choked up a stream of flame towards the ceiling, a deep, surprised moan escaping her throat along with her sparks. She didn't want to admit it, but her own slit was beginning to grow strong with arousal, feeling tingly and warm, begging to be used as she lay there.
The elf stepped up her play, tracing a line of kisses down where her fingers had been, lingering a bit on her neck and collar, making sure to leave a few deep marks of her lip's visitations, planting a few soft and ticklish pecks between the dragon's breasts, still groping and pushing them. Her own tits rubbed strongly against her lover's abs, rubbing herself slowly against the lizard's tail and oohing each time she wanted to moan, coaxing the dragon into a heavier state of arousal as she did. By now, the elf's slit had become quite agitated and hot, leaving a slight sticky trail against the tail she rode on, her sweet red hot love button peeking out from under its hood, sending bolts up her spine whenever she tapped it.
“Shall I send you to heaven, my sweet, naughty little plaything?”
“Y-Yes, please, mighty heroine, take your hand sword and bout pierce me in my secret flesh, ending my years of purity, and give rise to a new me!” By Our Lady Laeshann herself, the dragon's voice was more like a streetwalker's, her body rapidly becoming that of a whore's, demanding to be used and rode hard, the climax it desired so strong now its own payment for the deed.
With that said, the elf placed her lips upon one of the dragon's nipples and began to lick and suck it slowly, making sure to savor every bit of it, one hand working her other breast in time with her mouth, the other one tracing down her stomach and ruffling slowly through a patch of hair down below, noticing how warm it was there already. Surely, even a dragon would be affected by such warmth, desiring it was it would any other, probably praying silently now to be kept in such a state to bask in its glow as they would any sunspot or fireplace. The elf pressed her tits strongly against her, rubbing and pushing her body up and down just a bit to get her slit and ass both worked over by the ridges of the tail scales she rode upon. The dragon approved of all this, placing her hands on her conqueror’s head and toying with her ears, tracing them and outlining them with her fingers, gripping hard and hoping to tickle her lover to encourage her.
This was an all too effective measure, making the elf quiver almost as anxiously as her sweet, leaking out precious, secretive, sticky fluids and spreading a pink blush against her face and down her chest until it warmed her breasts. In retaliation, she took her hand and tapped against the dragon's sweet red hot love button and dove a finger inside her slit, causing her wings to shoot out stiff and groan deeply in surprise, swirling it around until it was open just enough. “Fine, if that's the way you want to play, oh former slave, then expect no mercy! You wish to be sullied like the whores your moans imitate so well? Then I shall grant your wish!”
The elf sat up and twisted her body around so her face met the dragon's slit, her own rested neatly in front of her pet's mouth, hands out and giving her folds and the base of her tail a deep, strong rubbing, every so often pressing her fat, flat elven tongue against the hood of her button, slurping as swift as her tribe runs, tasting of the wine they had shared. The dragon hissed out happily as this happened, her forked tongue unrolling onto her keeper's slit and returning the favor, finding its naturally citrusy and wine flavors to be quite agreeable. The elf gave an encouraging moan, spreading her legs and inviting her to explore and learn.
The two lay there a goodly while, taking the their sweet time, with only the moonlight, the stars, and but one candle lit with passion's flames to guide them, causing their already squirming and dancing shadows to flicker against the wall even more. Folds and buttons were licked and suckled as if they contained the ambrosia of the gods themselves in it, fluids were happily drank, and inner layers and holes were fully explored, fingered, and ate up. Hairs were caught between their teeth, leaving them more for later, their mouths slobbering like the beasts they were upon each others' loins, making them such hot, attractive messes and smelling of a wonderful, musky scent that clung to their noses and the bedsheets. Just to see what she'd do, the elf pressed a thumb to the dragon's ass, politely digging at just the entrance as she feasted, prodding two fingers deep within the dragon and ever so slowly and tenderly pushing through the light barrier they were met with.
It was then her purity was taken, given to the elf as a sign of thank you for rescuing her, maidenhead cut as her slave keeper's head was, hand sword having gone and done its job as intended. The elf slid her fingers quickly back towards the entrance and hooked a finger up towards the top, tapping and squeezing the dragon's most secret, sensitive spot as she lapped at her button. Not caring who would hear them, the dragon roared with all her might, putting even a brothel mistress' cry to shame, clutching the bed and spilling forth, body bucking and hips swirling, head gone clouded with lust, body flush and pink as she came upon her heroine's face, her whole body singing alongside it in a silent song of passion.
The sounds of her pet alone were enough to drive the elf over the edge as well, groaning much more happily and relaxed as she returned the favor, spilling forth and coming, bucking and riding the dragon's muzzle, slit dancing and soaking her face and sighing with an intense sense of relief after she was drained. She rolled off and snuggled up into the dragon's arms, stroking her breasts and smiling up at her, kissing her cheek, afterglow heavy and radiant between them.
The two felt a bond form then and there, one undefinable by even the smartest of scholars or wordy of poets.
“Thank you, my hero.”
“No no, thank you, my lady pet.”
“I...I love you. Even though we just met, your saving me has already lit a flame in my heart I fear cannot be extinguished.”
“And I, too, feel it. Your love is returned, as is your freedom, my seductive serpent. I love thee, too.”
“Sleep warm and dream better, please, you've earned it.”
“Aye, I shall! And you too, my lady fairest.”
It wasn't hard for the elf to get all the chicks. She was the most heroic and suave, after all.
And with that, the two tumbled off into the magical realm of dreams, hands clasped together, snug under the covers, candle extinguished and curtains drawn so Laeshann wouldn't peek as she woke for the day. Sometimes there are just some things even the gods don't need to know or hear about. This was their moment, and their moment alone, consummating their love.
-A Ficlet Authored By Basira Nejem
Written around sunrise of the ninth day of the third week of spring in the year 367 in which I penned this secret tale to keep my right hand company on cold, lonely nights without my newly gained lover
Total Words So Far - 36060
Warning: This is porn, turn back now. I mean yeah it's a parody of purpley prose porn but good fuck no this is bad. Gah.
(Israa's note: The following is only transcribed here for completion and continuity's sake. I recommend skipping it entirely, lest your opinion of Basira worsen. Not that it could drop much more, but this was all more than I needed to know. Looks like someone forgot to tear this out of her journal afterward and cover her tracks. Then again, she is that scatterbrained. Still though, I'm quite disgusted and in desperate need of a shower now.)
The handsome, gleaming, sun tanned elven maiden, chaste and pure, save for the flame in her heart and the tightness in her loins, stood before the wibbling, submissive dragon girl and posed. It was a familiar look, one known to all the men and women across Nnon as the look of legends, able to bring anyone down to their knees and willingly undoing her shorts right there in order to gratefully offer their services to her as thanks for gracing them with her presence. Chin cradled in index finger and thumb, a toothy and shining smile, ears upright, eyes gone a-twinkling, body upright and chest sticking out. You could almost smell the manly charm oozing off of her like pheromones, luring the crowds to her, yearning for the caress of her lips and the curve of her hips. All the succubi down in The Embers ought to take extensive notes; this is how you work it.
Once the elven maiden struck this pose, the dragon girl before her swooned mightily and fell into her paramour's strong, dexterous arms. The elf took her fingers and ran them through the locks of her lover's hair, kissing her on her forehead and giving a disarming smile, a deep, crimson flush spreading across the dragon's cheeks. For the dragon was but a mere slave, and the elf had come in to unhook her from her shackles and ride her to safety. She was owed at least one celebratory fucking as thanks, as was custom of those rescued to give their heroes. Carefully, the elf hoisted her dragon girl up, the poor beast's ragged clothes revealing the small under curve of her milky white breasts, and began to carry her to the nearest inn. With but a simple gesture, the innkeeper, bless his lengthy dwarven beard, took the money the elf gave him and handed her a bottle of the finest wine they had, carrying it and her swain up the stairs and into the biggest room they had, locking the door behind them and twirling the key around her finger.
“Now that we're alone, my darling, shall I stake my claim in my reward this night?” the elf said, voice sweet and words honeyed, popping open her wine and taking a swig right there. She passed it to her sweetheart and slowly untied the golden cape that swooshed behind her, doffing it to the dresser and taking her gorgeous leather boots and gloves off, finger hooking and tugging at the collar of her shirt. Her other hand hooker her thumb around her belt, bending it down to give the dragon a good view of the area right above her mound, belly button flashing and all. Her stomach was taut, the dragon's eyes fixated on it before noticing that the elf was running her own tongue over her lips, eyes half shut and grinning playfully.
The poor, attention starved dragon girl couldn't keep her eyes off of her savior. Her rusty colored tail perked up, wings fluttering nervously, fingers gripping the wine bottle and drinking heavily, making her face glow the same shade as the few scales that adorned her pale flesh. Her own yellow eyes met the elf's earthy brown orbs, unable to focus entirely, as anxious as an unspoiled virgin. The dragon followed the elf's lead and she removed her slave's rags, top and bottom, revealing a heavy, firm pair of perfectly round breasts, rose pink nipples hard and pointing eagerly at her hero, free hand going to cover her slit. She turned to the side, embarrassed, choking out a few words before the elf could continue stripping. “I've not done this before. But please, be as rough as you need, just take me, for I am yours to singe with the flames of desire.”
“Oh, by the time the sun has graced our skies once more and Laeshann herself is awake and watching us make merry upon these bedsheets, you will have long since become a real woman.” the elf reassured her sweet, taking her top off and revealing her own tanned, modest breasts, nipples just as eagerly jutting back to her pet. Another second and her belt was off, hung around her neck as her shorts came off, a patch of golden, silky looking hairs covering her mound, sly grin across her face, hand running through her gold and flame-singed black hair. She began to slowly walk to the seductive serpent before her, crawling onto bed and taking the wine back, swallowing some and forcing a kiss on her lover's lips, sharing the last of the drink with her that way.
“Oh, but you blush so amazingly beautifully, your body tensing in the most amazing of ways! You are but one untouched by man or woman yet, and it shows. I like that, it makes you look delicious. Why, I could just eat you up.” purred the elf, gauging the dragon's reactions and watching her slitted lizardy eyes shoot wide, weakly returning the kiss. Her wings spread out, unsure what to do, feeling her hands be taken, fingers interlocked with the elf's, tail curling around her own mound to hide it still, insisting on modesty even when the most immodest acts were taking place.
Though it's hard to keep up such defenses, as the dragon soon found, when her mouth was slowly penetrated by the elf's tongue, lingering in it and nibbling at her lips. The dragon shut her eyes fast and squirmed, snorting small embers onto her lover. The elf took heed and lay the serpent down, getting on top and petting her hair, another hand unlocking and going to trace her neck, down to her collarbone, and around her breast, firmly grabbing and toying with the nipple there. The elf just grinned, speaking in a low, sexy tone. “What a delightful young woman you are! I shouldn't be surprised you've stayed a virgin this long; you were waiting for the right person to come along. One that could tame this raw beauty and treat it with the respect it deserves.”
As she spoke, her loins tightened and warmed, a small moistness coming about them, her slit eager and opening a bit as it and her firm, peach shaped ass rest against the dragon's tail. The elf sat up and massaged both of the dragon's breasts in circles, deep and slow, thumbs up and flicking and rubbing the nipples, watching her as she choked up a stream of flame towards the ceiling, a deep, surprised moan escaping her throat along with her sparks. She didn't want to admit it, but her own slit was beginning to grow strong with arousal, feeling tingly and warm, begging to be used as she lay there.
The elf stepped up her play, tracing a line of kisses down where her fingers had been, lingering a bit on her neck and collar, making sure to leave a few deep marks of her lip's visitations, planting a few soft and ticklish pecks between the dragon's breasts, still groping and pushing them. Her own tits rubbed strongly against her lover's abs, rubbing herself slowly against the lizard's tail and oohing each time she wanted to moan, coaxing the dragon into a heavier state of arousal as she did. By now, the elf's slit had become quite agitated and hot, leaving a slight sticky trail against the tail she rode on, her sweet red hot love button peeking out from under its hood, sending bolts up her spine whenever she tapped it.
“Shall I send you to heaven, my sweet, naughty little plaything?”
“Y-Yes, please, mighty heroine, take your hand sword and bout pierce me in my secret flesh, ending my years of purity, and give rise to a new me!” By Our Lady Laeshann herself, the dragon's voice was more like a streetwalker's, her body rapidly becoming that of a whore's, demanding to be used and rode hard, the climax it desired so strong now its own payment for the deed.
With that said, the elf placed her lips upon one of the dragon's nipples and began to lick and suck it slowly, making sure to savor every bit of it, one hand working her other breast in time with her mouth, the other one tracing down her stomach and ruffling slowly through a patch of hair down below, noticing how warm it was there already. Surely, even a dragon would be affected by such warmth, desiring it was it would any other, probably praying silently now to be kept in such a state to bask in its glow as they would any sunspot or fireplace. The elf pressed her tits strongly against her, rubbing and pushing her body up and down just a bit to get her slit and ass both worked over by the ridges of the tail scales she rode upon. The dragon approved of all this, placing her hands on her conqueror’s head and toying with her ears, tracing them and outlining them with her fingers, gripping hard and hoping to tickle her lover to encourage her.
This was an all too effective measure, making the elf quiver almost as anxiously as her sweet, leaking out precious, secretive, sticky fluids and spreading a pink blush against her face and down her chest until it warmed her breasts. In retaliation, she took her hand and tapped against the dragon's sweet red hot love button and dove a finger inside her slit, causing her wings to shoot out stiff and groan deeply in surprise, swirling it around until it was open just enough. “Fine, if that's the way you want to play, oh former slave, then expect no mercy! You wish to be sullied like the whores your moans imitate so well? Then I shall grant your wish!”
The elf sat up and twisted her body around so her face met the dragon's slit, her own rested neatly in front of her pet's mouth, hands out and giving her folds and the base of her tail a deep, strong rubbing, every so often pressing her fat, flat elven tongue against the hood of her button, slurping as swift as her tribe runs, tasting of the wine they had shared. The dragon hissed out happily as this happened, her forked tongue unrolling onto her keeper's slit and returning the favor, finding its naturally citrusy and wine flavors to be quite agreeable. The elf gave an encouraging moan, spreading her legs and inviting her to explore and learn.
The two lay there a goodly while, taking the their sweet time, with only the moonlight, the stars, and but one candle lit with passion's flames to guide them, causing their already squirming and dancing shadows to flicker against the wall even more. Folds and buttons were licked and suckled as if they contained the ambrosia of the gods themselves in it, fluids were happily drank, and inner layers and holes were fully explored, fingered, and ate up. Hairs were caught between their teeth, leaving them more for later, their mouths slobbering like the beasts they were upon each others' loins, making them such hot, attractive messes and smelling of a wonderful, musky scent that clung to their noses and the bedsheets. Just to see what she'd do, the elf pressed a thumb to the dragon's ass, politely digging at just the entrance as she feasted, prodding two fingers deep within the dragon and ever so slowly and tenderly pushing through the light barrier they were met with.
It was then her purity was taken, given to the elf as a sign of thank you for rescuing her, maidenhead cut as her slave keeper's head was, hand sword having gone and done its job as intended. The elf slid her fingers quickly back towards the entrance and hooked a finger up towards the top, tapping and squeezing the dragon's most secret, sensitive spot as she lapped at her button. Not caring who would hear them, the dragon roared with all her might, putting even a brothel mistress' cry to shame, clutching the bed and spilling forth, body bucking and hips swirling, head gone clouded with lust, body flush and pink as she came upon her heroine's face, her whole body singing alongside it in a silent song of passion.
The sounds of her pet alone were enough to drive the elf over the edge as well, groaning much more happily and relaxed as she returned the favor, spilling forth and coming, bucking and riding the dragon's muzzle, slit dancing and soaking her face and sighing with an intense sense of relief after she was drained. She rolled off and snuggled up into the dragon's arms, stroking her breasts and smiling up at her, kissing her cheek, afterglow heavy and radiant between them.
The two felt a bond form then and there, one undefinable by even the smartest of scholars or wordy of poets.
“Thank you, my hero.”
“No no, thank you, my lady pet.”
“I...I love you. Even though we just met, your saving me has already lit a flame in my heart I fear cannot be extinguished.”
“And I, too, feel it. Your love is returned, as is your freedom, my seductive serpent. I love thee, too.”
“Sleep warm and dream better, please, you've earned it.”
“Aye, I shall! And you too, my lady fairest.”
It wasn't hard for the elf to get all the chicks. She was the most heroic and suave, after all.
And with that, the two tumbled off into the magical realm of dreams, hands clasped together, snug under the covers, candle extinguished and curtains drawn so Laeshann wouldn't peek as she woke for the day. Sometimes there are just some things even the gods don't need to know or hear about. This was their moment, and their moment alone, consummating their love.
-A Ficlet Authored By Basira Nejem
Written around sunrise of the ninth day of the third week of spring in the year 367 in which I penned this secret tale to keep my right hand company on cold, lonely nights without my newly gained lover
