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The sun peeked in through a crack in the side of my wagon. A faint, warm, golden glow came in, hitting my eyes and prying me awake. Laeshann, I know you're there and were peeking the entire time, I don't need this proof rubbed in my eyes. It was far too early to be up yet. I probably only got a couple hours of sleep, if even that. My body ached all over, brain swirling as if I was coming off a shot of mitter berry juice, which is not something you should ever do, as that gives you an even rougher high than just the berries themselves all whole and fresh. The only acceptable things then to give me would have either been more sleep, fresh lamia coffee, or both, Preferable the former though, as how is a genius supposed to work on so little sleep? The demands you all made of me then. I found my body tangled inside a bed sheet, my small bed a bit cramped as I slowly began to recount the events of the night prior.
I was standing in front of Lock, flustered, mad at myself. There was only one way I could clear my conscience for all the wrongdoing I'd done. All the racism, the othering, the binding and the drugging, the abuse, verbal and physical. It had to go beyond a well worded apology. I had to show my intent fully, that she was now in safe hands with me. Sure, she acted like she already was quite okay with me and had long since forgiven me in exchange for better eating, but I just couldn't rid the gross, sticky feeling that I'd done this immense wrong. It felt like someone was trying to core my stomach with a rock melon spoon. I'd never felt like that before, and it was freaking me out. Hard. Before I knew it, I'd blurted out that I'd be willing to let her use my body in any way to make amends, you know, as a return for me using her physically, so I shall return the favor type deal. Eye for an eye, but as it turned out in this case, it was more like a slit for a slit. I asked if she wanted to fuck me.
And so, here we were, claws and fingers raking on each other, teeth sinking into lips and necks, bodies arching together in a fury of passion and stupid tense buildup. Like there was even subtext at that point; it was hitting us all harder than a stiff prick cactus to the ass. It needed to come out, and boy, did it ever come. I'd no idea a dragonkin could do that with their tongue, and that alone almost made up for everything wrong she and her tribe had ever done entirely. Could I just keep her there, my hands wrapped on her horns, buried in my crotch like my pickax was chipping into the walls of the mine? I gladly returned the favor and let her mess my face. I know whoever sees me outside my wagon today will be giving me a sly eye; there's no way our cries and moans did not go unheard. It was rough and wild in there, and honestly, I think we both really needed it.
But fuck. I'd consorted with the enemy. The supposed enemy. Ex-enemy. Whatever. I'd consorted and canoodled with her and let her make me weak in the knees. There was no turning back. I looked at her as she snored in my bed, happy as could be, the rest of my sheet tangled around her damn near perfect body, still sweaty and musky from our nighttime adventures. I wonder, had this come any sooner, if it would have saved us from an ambush, or if we'd been in even deeper shit by now. Was my crotch the only thing that could save us? Who knows. That sounds like a terrible legacy to leave behind, but we're not counting this. We're only going to be counting the planes. At least, I hope the future generations aren't so overrun by perverts that they put this at the top of my achievements list or anything. Knowing them though, they will, and they'll do it with sticky right hands.
I tossed and turned a bit but sleep would not return to me. I don't know why. I was exhausted beyond belief. Maybe I was worried about people judging me for sleeping with Lock, maybe I was stressed over my plane and the attack in general. I don't know. Maybe I needed another fucking. I just knew I got up anyways, tucking Lock in and looking at my body. Marks everywhere, up and down my front and back, from claws, from teeth. Hickeys on my neck. Surely, I look like an overly eager young virgin who just got spoiled and ravished daringly, by a roguish hero, except for the part where I don't think Lock has beard stubble and a mysterious personality and dark past. I'd no time nor supplies to cover up with, getting dressed and equipping The Marshal. I'm so glad he remained a gentleman and didn't watch, instead opting to stay under the bed and have none of this malarkey.
I stepped out and yawned, noticing Icilina with her ear against the side of my wagon. Cue the raised eyebrow. “You gonna do it again? Ayem da voyeurist!” she squeaked. “Aye missed da first round, heard it was going on, waited for da second! Come on, give it to me!” I just walked over, picked her up by the collar of her shirt at the back of her neck, like a mother dune cat would do to its kitten, and walked over to where her washtub was, sticking her in it and spinning it on the ground a few times. Finally, I found a lid and put it on, cracked just enough so she'd get air. “Ayem da motion-sickest!” she moaned from inside. Serves that brat right. But as I walked out to go take care of recovering the rest of what I dug up from the Solim Mines, pretty much everyone and their grandfather had come out to give me knowing looks and smug smiles. Some giggles, some elbowed me in the ribs, some put an arm around me and asked me if it felt even half as good as I was claiming it did with my groanings and moanings. Next time, we're going out into the jungle and doing it in the wild like beasts. If we're going to sound like them and alert the rest of the pack, we may as well act like it. And yes, I'd already decided there would be a next time. There had to be. That tongue. It'd haunt me until I died if I couldn't ever know its sweet, filthy embrace again.
Back on topic.
I was going to warm up by getting that winnowing machine cleaned up and going, before Kattu could use the bargain against me. Not that it would do her any good now that I was sleeping with Lock, but this way she couldn't use me breaking a promise off against me later. That's the last thing I'd need is any blackmail or debt left in my name. It wouldn't take long; it looked like it just needed a few screws tightened up and to be re-oiled. I could have it done by the time the tribe's breakfast was going, which would all force me even more awake and ready to get working on my plane. I went around to where I had stashed everything from the mines and pulled it out, pulling out The Marshal's rag, promising to treat her right, and getting to work.
I must have been hungrier than I thought, because I spaced pretty hard. Every bit of the eggs and meat cooking nearby filled my nose, the scent of rock melon juice being squeezed carried faintly with it and taunting me. I barely got the thing back in working order in time to get some of the first dibs, not wanting to miss out on the best pieces. I needed it to focus myself and let my body begin to recover from how rough it was last night. Nearby was Lock, waiting for me with a plate and helping serve me, noticing how tired I was. Everyone in the tribe looked over and grinned some more as she helped me get my breakfast and eat, going so far as to feed me a few bites and dab my lips and chin with a napkin. It felt odd, being tended to like that, especially by someone a couple feet taller than you, and much much more likely to set your hair on fire if you pissed her off. I must have looked like a child with her mother, which would make for a pretty fucked up twist if we were and were sleeping together. But I assure you, no incest scandals would happen here anytime soon.
I began to nod off, feeling my head instinctualy dive in towards Lock's tits and snuggle them as pillows, caressing them and drooling happily. I don't remember passing out, but I remember waking back up in my wagon, curled up against the dragon's stomach, sheets back entangling us. As I got up, she told me it was about mid-afternoon and that I looked a lot better. I had dropped my dishware on the ground and began mumbling in my sleep about sprockets and how much I would love to build a strap on toy with an engine, so that I could pound Lock's sweet, dirty holes better, and maybe put a patent or seventy on everything, even my own speaking style. She didn't mind, saying that it was actually a good idea, and kind of sad to hear that the fucking machine was only the product of a more diseased mind than usual. Maybe someday I'll have to surprise her by building one, that actually sounds like a fun challenge.
As I got up, she shoved a cup of coffee in my hand and persuaded me to drink up. “It's going to be a long night, boss. Get energized now, Lock will be waiting with no clothes on!” she winked at me as she spoke. Fucking again already? No. She closed up the wagon, handed me a fresh notebook and pen, and began to strip slowly, spreading her wings out and showing me a clear shot of every inch of her. “You wanted to draw Lock, yeah? Go ahead. Lock wants to see this plane, so make sure it looks as good and handsome as Lock does!” she laughed as she posed.
She was gorgeous. I didn't quite get enough time to just realize how strong and warm dragonkin looked when naked, as I was too busy trying to get her face to remain affixed to me, but she was a looker I was damn lucky. Laeshann be praised, all my hard work was finally paying off. Maybe it was just lock, and all other dragonkin were still ugly bastards, and that I was biased to the one I saved, but I'd take it. I soon had a book full of sketches of every bit of her from every angle. This alone would prove to be enough research to last me for ages and multiple planes, let alone just the one I had to finish up. I finished, putting it down and thanking her the only way that felt appropriate.
No, not fucking. Just a simple kiss. A sweet, lingering, tender kiss. My face flushed red as I did, still not used to this. I felt her kiss back, offering me more coffee and handing over the tools that Kattu had held as collateral, waiting for that winnowing machine to get in her hands.
“Come on now, genius boss. We got a busy night ahead of us. You're going to save your tribe, right? Lock wants to watch you build! Lock wants to see you fly! Maybe seeing boss' freedom will help both our tribes out, as it helped us!” I couldn't help but smile at her words, her teeth bared and grinning back at me.
Falling in love sure is confusing.
-Basira Nejem
Dated sunset of the ninth day of the third week of spring in the year 367 which is the number of times my heart raced seeing that stupid dragonkin smile at me all day long
Total Words So Far - 38187
Note to self: Hide fic for personal use later. Just tear the pages out and keep them deep in your bullet pouch, never to be seen by anyone's eyes but your own.
The sun peeked in through a crack in the side of my wagon. A faint, warm, golden glow came in, hitting my eyes and prying me awake. Laeshann, I know you're there and were peeking the entire time, I don't need this proof rubbed in my eyes. It was far too early to be up yet. I probably only got a couple hours of sleep, if even that. My body ached all over, brain swirling as if I was coming off a shot of mitter berry juice, which is not something you should ever do, as that gives you an even rougher high than just the berries themselves all whole and fresh. The only acceptable things then to give me would have either been more sleep, fresh lamia coffee, or both, Preferable the former though, as how is a genius supposed to work on so little sleep? The demands you all made of me then. I found my body tangled inside a bed sheet, my small bed a bit cramped as I slowly began to recount the events of the night prior.
I was standing in front of Lock, flustered, mad at myself. There was only one way I could clear my conscience for all the wrongdoing I'd done. All the racism, the othering, the binding and the drugging, the abuse, verbal and physical. It had to go beyond a well worded apology. I had to show my intent fully, that she was now in safe hands with me. Sure, she acted like she already was quite okay with me and had long since forgiven me in exchange for better eating, but I just couldn't rid the gross, sticky feeling that I'd done this immense wrong. It felt like someone was trying to core my stomach with a rock melon spoon. I'd never felt like that before, and it was freaking me out. Hard. Before I knew it, I'd blurted out that I'd be willing to let her use my body in any way to make amends, you know, as a return for me using her physically, so I shall return the favor type deal. Eye for an eye, but as it turned out in this case, it was more like a slit for a slit. I asked if she wanted to fuck me.
And so, here we were, claws and fingers raking on each other, teeth sinking into lips and necks, bodies arching together in a fury of passion and stupid tense buildup. Like there was even subtext at that point; it was hitting us all harder than a stiff prick cactus to the ass. It needed to come out, and boy, did it ever come. I'd no idea a dragonkin could do that with their tongue, and that alone almost made up for everything wrong she and her tribe had ever done entirely. Could I just keep her there, my hands wrapped on her horns, buried in my crotch like my pickax was chipping into the walls of the mine? I gladly returned the favor and let her mess my face. I know whoever sees me outside my wagon today will be giving me a sly eye; there's no way our cries and moans did not go unheard. It was rough and wild in there, and honestly, I think we both really needed it.
But fuck. I'd consorted with the enemy. The supposed enemy. Ex-enemy. Whatever. I'd consorted and canoodled with her and let her make me weak in the knees. There was no turning back. I looked at her as she snored in my bed, happy as could be, the rest of my sheet tangled around her damn near perfect body, still sweaty and musky from our nighttime adventures. I wonder, had this come any sooner, if it would have saved us from an ambush, or if we'd been in even deeper shit by now. Was my crotch the only thing that could save us? Who knows. That sounds like a terrible legacy to leave behind, but we're not counting this. We're only going to be counting the planes. At least, I hope the future generations aren't so overrun by perverts that they put this at the top of my achievements list or anything. Knowing them though, they will, and they'll do it with sticky right hands.
I tossed and turned a bit but sleep would not return to me. I don't know why. I was exhausted beyond belief. Maybe I was worried about people judging me for sleeping with Lock, maybe I was stressed over my plane and the attack in general. I don't know. Maybe I needed another fucking. I just knew I got up anyways, tucking Lock in and looking at my body. Marks everywhere, up and down my front and back, from claws, from teeth. Hickeys on my neck. Surely, I look like an overly eager young virgin who just got spoiled and ravished daringly, by a roguish hero, except for the part where I don't think Lock has beard stubble and a mysterious personality and dark past. I'd no time nor supplies to cover up with, getting dressed and equipping The Marshal. I'm so glad he remained a gentleman and didn't watch, instead opting to stay under the bed and have none of this malarkey.
I stepped out and yawned, noticing Icilina with her ear against the side of my wagon. Cue the raised eyebrow. “You gonna do it again? Ayem da voyeurist!” she squeaked. “Aye missed da first round, heard it was going on, waited for da second! Come on, give it to me!” I just walked over, picked her up by the collar of her shirt at the back of her neck, like a mother dune cat would do to its kitten, and walked over to where her washtub was, sticking her in it and spinning it on the ground a few times. Finally, I found a lid and put it on, cracked just enough so she'd get air. “Ayem da motion-sickest!” she moaned from inside. Serves that brat right. But as I walked out to go take care of recovering the rest of what I dug up from the Solim Mines, pretty much everyone and their grandfather had come out to give me knowing looks and smug smiles. Some giggles, some elbowed me in the ribs, some put an arm around me and asked me if it felt even half as good as I was claiming it did with my groanings and moanings. Next time, we're going out into the jungle and doing it in the wild like beasts. If we're going to sound like them and alert the rest of the pack, we may as well act like it. And yes, I'd already decided there would be a next time. There had to be. That tongue. It'd haunt me until I died if I couldn't ever know its sweet, filthy embrace again.
Back on topic.
I was going to warm up by getting that winnowing machine cleaned up and going, before Kattu could use the bargain against me. Not that it would do her any good now that I was sleeping with Lock, but this way she couldn't use me breaking a promise off against me later. That's the last thing I'd need is any blackmail or debt left in my name. It wouldn't take long; it looked like it just needed a few screws tightened up and to be re-oiled. I could have it done by the time the tribe's breakfast was going, which would all force me even more awake and ready to get working on my plane. I went around to where I had stashed everything from the mines and pulled it out, pulling out The Marshal's rag, promising to treat her right, and getting to work.
I must have been hungrier than I thought, because I spaced pretty hard. Every bit of the eggs and meat cooking nearby filled my nose, the scent of rock melon juice being squeezed carried faintly with it and taunting me. I barely got the thing back in working order in time to get some of the first dibs, not wanting to miss out on the best pieces. I needed it to focus myself and let my body begin to recover from how rough it was last night. Nearby was Lock, waiting for me with a plate and helping serve me, noticing how tired I was. Everyone in the tribe looked over and grinned some more as she helped me get my breakfast and eat, going so far as to feed me a few bites and dab my lips and chin with a napkin. It felt odd, being tended to like that, especially by someone a couple feet taller than you, and much much more likely to set your hair on fire if you pissed her off. I must have looked like a child with her mother, which would make for a pretty fucked up twist if we were and were sleeping together. But I assure you, no incest scandals would happen here anytime soon.
I began to nod off, feeling my head instinctualy dive in towards Lock's tits and snuggle them as pillows, caressing them and drooling happily. I don't remember passing out, but I remember waking back up in my wagon, curled up against the dragon's stomach, sheets back entangling us. As I got up, she told me it was about mid-afternoon and that I looked a lot better. I had dropped my dishware on the ground and began mumbling in my sleep about sprockets and how much I would love to build a strap on toy with an engine, so that I could pound Lock's sweet, dirty holes better, and maybe put a patent or seventy on everything, even my own speaking style. She didn't mind, saying that it was actually a good idea, and kind of sad to hear that the fucking machine was only the product of a more diseased mind than usual. Maybe someday I'll have to surprise her by building one, that actually sounds like a fun challenge.
As I got up, she shoved a cup of coffee in my hand and persuaded me to drink up. “It's going to be a long night, boss. Get energized now, Lock will be waiting with no clothes on!” she winked at me as she spoke. Fucking again already? No. She closed up the wagon, handed me a fresh notebook and pen, and began to strip slowly, spreading her wings out and showing me a clear shot of every inch of her. “You wanted to draw Lock, yeah? Go ahead. Lock wants to see this plane, so make sure it looks as good and handsome as Lock does!” she laughed as she posed.
She was gorgeous. I didn't quite get enough time to just realize how strong and warm dragonkin looked when naked, as I was too busy trying to get her face to remain affixed to me, but she was a looker I was damn lucky. Laeshann be praised, all my hard work was finally paying off. Maybe it was just lock, and all other dragonkin were still ugly bastards, and that I was biased to the one I saved, but I'd take it. I soon had a book full of sketches of every bit of her from every angle. This alone would prove to be enough research to last me for ages and multiple planes, let alone just the one I had to finish up. I finished, putting it down and thanking her the only way that felt appropriate.
No, not fucking. Just a simple kiss. A sweet, lingering, tender kiss. My face flushed red as I did, still not used to this. I felt her kiss back, offering me more coffee and handing over the tools that Kattu had held as collateral, waiting for that winnowing machine to get in her hands.
“Come on now, genius boss. We got a busy night ahead of us. You're going to save your tribe, right? Lock wants to watch you build! Lock wants to see you fly! Maybe seeing boss' freedom will help both our tribes out, as it helped us!” I couldn't help but smile at her words, her teeth bared and grinning back at me.
Falling in love sure is confusing.
-Basira Nejem
Dated sunset of the ninth day of the third week of spring in the year 367 which is the number of times my heart raced seeing that stupid dragonkin smile at me all day long
