Scales on Skin Ch. 01

Tlan kept himself busy on the big day, washing pots and scrubbing charred firepit masonry. Out of everyone else's way. The High Ladies were flustered, rushing about the keep and beating their lordly charges with handbags and parasols if they didn't keep up. Young princes and barons were lining up at attention as the High Ladies bent stiffly in their corseted gowns to peer into their eyes.

"I know my Vries will qualify. Look, not a speck of color. Black as night."

The women crowded around the princeling like cooing doves. Tlan quickly looked down at the grubby floor and hurried out with an armload of dishes. Or, he tried to. The doors of the great hall were opening, and everyone stood up, blocking the way. The procession had arrived, all the way from their Weirhold in the peaks.

Sleekly armored guardswomen marched into the keep, silver gleaming upon their breasts and thighs, cloaks tossed back over their strong shoulders. Their skin, uncovered apart from the gleaming plates of their armor and the silken sashes that girded their otherwise naked hips, glistened with an oily coating. Their feet were bare but they showed no discomfort striding purposefully over stones and pebbles.

Tlan knew he should get back to the kitchens, but he couldn't help but stare at the women making their way to the head of the hall. Their beauty was beyond anything he had thought possible. Their faces were like angels, and their bodies, gleaming with shiny metal and oil and not really hidden at all by the bits of armor that adorned them, were both well muscled and sweetly rounded to soft feminine perfection.

After a few ranks of these guards, came a tier of more delicately armored and cloaked women who Tlan could only assume were High Ladies of the Weirhold. Elaborately braided hair was wound and slicked with fat atop their heads. Jewels glinted from the silver lacework encircling their arms. Their silky mantles were thin enough to see through, draped lightly over their shoulders and open on the sides, revealing their otherwise nude and oiled forms as they passed not more than a few feet away from Tlan. His every instinct screamed to look down, or turn around, but his limbs wouldn't listen. His eyes were wide as he took in the curves of their hips and legs, and the sides of their breasts, and their shiny hair in every shade from pale blonde to nearly black.

"Who is this?" said a severe voice, and Tlan was caught in the gaze of the eldest of the visitors, a statuesque woman taller than him and staring right into his frightened eyes. Her mantle was even thinner than the others, nearly transparent, and damp with the oils she wore where it touched her skin, so it clung to her breasts and her dark nipples which stood out prominently. Tlan tried to lick his lips, but his mouth was too dry to make a difference.

The woman reached out and took his chin in her fingers, tilting his face. "You know we Seek every black eyed male among you," she declared coldly to the assembly. "Yet this one does not stand at the head of the hall."

"Oh, he's just a servant, Dragon Mistress," babbled one of the High Ladies of the keep. "Come, take a look at my Vries."

The woman glanced at the guards who were now closely examining the princelings. The one by Vries was holding his hand, walking him away from the rest. "Just him, up there?" She turned back to Tlan and, after a moment, let go of his chin. "And this one. Let's go."

---

One of the armored women held Tlan's hand, like the other one with Vries, as they all walked out to the courtyard. She had plates of metal affixed to her forearms but her hand was uncovered and felt soft and warm, though her grip on him was firm and steady. He didn't think he could get out of it if he wanted to, even if she did feel a little oily. But he didn't want to, not after that big smile she gave him as she first slipped her fingers into his, and the way her glistening hips swayed under the thin silk wrapping that barely hid her sensual treasures as she led him on.

"The first test," she murmured, her lips near his ear. Her short spiky black hair tickled his neck.

"What test?" Tlan asked, bewildered by all this. He never thought Dragon Mistresses would be sweeping him away like a storybook princeling.

"Behold."

As the last set of doors were pushed open, suddenly the open courtyard came into view, and with it a terrifying mass of scaly, leathery flesh--a clutch of lizard-like creatures, curled about one another, tails lashing, wings folded down. A few raised their heads and let out puffs of vapor. Each of them were about twice the size of a horse, but so serpentine he doubted they would weigh as much as one.

The beasts' scales shone in the sunlight like burnished metal, in different shades of bronze and red and tan. As the guardswomen walked up individual dragons separated themselves from the cluster and lowered their heads to nuzzle at the faces of their mistresses, making rapid clicking sounds from deep within their throats.

"Just to ride with us," she said, her black eyes unsettling as she looked at him. "The dragons demand contact with their riders. Scales on skin. It's how we maintain our bonds with them."

"You mean--"

"You'll have to take off all your clothes. Leave everything here." Her encouraging smile made his heart beat faster, especially as he thought of what she was telling him to do. "We'll get you a weircloak later."

"Yes, Mistres--"

"You can just call me Shavi," she said, stopping him with a finger on his lips. "Now get these clothes off."

"Yes, Shavi," he said shyly, unbuttoning his shirt. She had let go of his hand but he noticed she kept a hold of his shoulder. He did enjoy the feel of her touch, and the way she watched him so intently as he got undressed, even though it was a little unnerving how she never fully let him go. He pulled down his pants, stepping out, and stood before her completely naked. It felt exhilarating as her eyes moved over him. Her hands wandered his body casually as she walked him closer to the dragons.

"Stand aside for your betters," came the familiar, haughtily commanding voice of Vries. Tlan cringed automatically, by ingrained instinct. That voice was often followed by the crack of a lash. Now the princeling strode confidently past, nude as the day he was born, apparently as unconcerned as ever. He approached the dragons with the armored redhead who had taken him from the hall. She spoke in his ear for a moment, and he took several self assured steps toward her mount, a brown and bronze creature that eyed him warily as he came near.

"Halt, beast," he declared, looking it in the eye and raising his hand imperiously. There was a brief moment of silence, as the dragon seemed to consider this, and then it lunged with the speed of a striking snake and seized the upraised hand in its razor lined maw, coming away just as quickly to reveal a cleanly sliced stump ending halfway up Vries' forearm which soon began to spurt arcs of bright red blood. The naked princeling let out a scream, staring at his arm, and then a second wyrm snapped at him, taking a ragged chunk of abdomen. After that there was a flurry of motion as several more struck at once, tearing his body into pieces and then fighting over those.

Tlan turned, feeling his stomach lurch, forcing it down. He couldn't catch his breath. He looked around wildly.

"Don't worry about him," Shavi whispered in his ear, her hands running lightly down his arms as she stood behind him. She pushed him forward, toward her own red and yellow beast. "I have a good feeling about you."

"I can't--I don't know--"

"Her name is Khanna. Tell her I sent you."

And she gave him a gentle shove toward her dragon. Tlan felt so much more naked, now, standing before the wyrm. He stepped forward, trembling, as the creature stared down at him. A few other serpentine heads rose and turned his way.

"He--hello, Khanna," he said, trying not to stammer. "I was sent, I mean Shavi, well you saw it, didn't you--"

The wyrm's smoldering eyes narrowed as she regarded him with suspicion. He took a deep breath.

"Look, I've never been anybody special," he said, just loud enough for the dragon to hear. And maybe Shavi. "I'm just a kitchen servant. But they say I might be able to help you dragons, you and your mistresses. My name is Tlan." He raised one hand, tentatively, and moved it toward the steaming muzzle. "And you're Khanna."

He let his fingertips touch her scales and she let out an acrid snort. Smoke drifted away on the breeze. He touched her leathery cheek, and she nudged his face and sniffed at his hair. Her mouth opened, and he felt a wave of heat on his bare skin, and saw her dagger-like teeth. Then he felt her tongue. She flicked it moistly over his stomach, his face, his arms.

He started to laugh. And then he heard Shavi laughing behind him, and then more of the dragon mistresses joined in, with a sound like tinkling snow.

"Alright, that's enough, Kha. I can see you like him." Shavi dug a slick leathery pouch from a pack on the wyrm's harness, and turned to Tlan with an appraising gaze that seemed to take in his whole naked body, making his cock stir. "Time to get you greased up."

"Excuse me?"

"Wyrm oil. How do you think we stay warm while maintaining scale to skin contact at three thousand feet?"

"I guess I hadn't thought about it."

"Well this is how. Come on, put your arms up."

The dragon rider scooped a handful of the gelatinous wyrm oil from her sack and rubbed it between her hands as she approached him, grinning. She put both hands on his chest, and started to move them around in circles, down his sides, up onto his shoulders. The oil was cool and warm at the same time, making him shiver.

"Oh my god, this feels amazing," he panted, as her hands slid over him, spreading the stuff as they went.

"I know what it feels like," she said with a smirk, kneeling down to work it onto his thighs, and reaching up between them, encircling his balls in one slippery hand, and then his hardening shaft in the other. She moved her hand slowly up his tingling length, looking up at him with big, beautiful black eyes as she closed her fingers around the head of his cock and squeezed him gently.

"Now just wait," he gasped.

"You don't want frostbite here, believe me," she said, massaging oil into his balls as she slid her other hand fully up and down his aching length and stroked his swollen cockhead.

"Oh fuck--" He tensed, shaking.

"Oh no you don't," Shavi exclaimed with alarm, as his cock twitched in her hand and a thick rope of warm cum plopped onto her fingers and across her wrist, and some on the armor on the back of her arm. She pulled away, with strands of his semen connecting her hands to each other and to his cock. She gave him a bemused look and began to spread the thick liquid in slow circles over the bare skin of her own stomach. He stared at her, amazed, as she glazed herself.

"What's the meaning of this?" asked a stern voice. Tlan turned to see it was the eldest of the women he had thought of as High Ladies, though he wasn't so sure that was the right term now.

"Just a little accident, Mistress Talia," said Shavi, head lowered. "I was applying the wyrm oil to his, er--"

"Yes, I see where you were applying it," said the woman impatiently. She took Tlan's chin in strong fingers once more, looking him in the eye. He felt so much more powerless now than the last time, standing naked with a strand of still warm semen dribbling from his softening cock, as she stared through him like a hawk watching a mouse. "Your orgasms might be very precious, young man. I will not have them wasted, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," he answered quickly.

"Hm." She released him and looked down at Shavi, who was still working the oil up and down Tlan's bare legs. "You see that they aren't. The both of you."

"Of course, Dragon Mistress."

Shavi lifted up his leg to do his foot, working her fingers diligently in between each of his toes. "Climb up on Kha's back now," she said, standing up. "Put your arms around her neck. I'll get on behind you and finish your back."

Tlan nodded, and walked carefully around to the side of the dragon. There was a harness, but no saddle. He took hold and pulled himself up, wrapping his arms and legs around the thickly muscled neck, like a tree trunk but softer, and covered in smooth scales and leathery hide. He gripped even tighter as he felt the wyrm rear up on her hind legs and flap her wings experimentally.

Then he felt Shavi's hand, cool but warm on his shoulder. She sat astride the dragon just behind him, her stomach pressing against his back, her bare thighs wedged firmly alongside his. Her silken wrap rode up her hips as she straddled the beast, revealing a smooth and rosy vulva with soft, inviting lips, glistening just like the rest of her, and so Tlan saw how she was able to put her bare skin against the dragon's scales, and incidentally his own nude backside as well. She continued to spread the tingling oil over him until every part of his back and behind were thoroughly covered, even working her cool fingertips around and just barely into his asshole, making him squirm and his cock begin to grow once more, and then she lay down, pressing her mostly naked form tightly against his body and reaching around him to take the harness.

"Yah!" she cried sharply, and with a tumbling lurch they were in the air. Tlan felt as though his stomach had been left behind. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut and squeezed the dragon's neck with his arms and legs. His cock started to get harder, growing between his stomach and the dragon's scaly flesh, as the three of them seemed to slither sinuously through the air together.

"We can feel that," Shavi said in his ear in a warning tone.

"My whole body is tingling," he said.

"It's just the oil."

"I can feel you against me, and me against Khanna, but at the same time, I can feel what I feel like to her. And what I feel like to you."

"That's the bond. Just a hint of it, because Kha is bonded to me. But you're flesh to flesh with me and her both, right now. There's bound to be some bleed-through."

"It's all so overwhelming. It feels so good."

"Control yourself, little buddy." She nibbled at his ear, making him even harder. "Control yourself."

"Why did she say my orgasms might be precious?" he asked, trying to ignore his aching erection.

"You'll find out."

---

The wyrm oil worked, hard as it was for him to believe. Tlan barely felt a chill as they soared through high winds and past vast formations of fluffy white clouds. Of course being pressed snugly between the warm bodies of his lovely guardswoman and her dragon mount probably helped as well.

After some time in the air he even felt comfortable enough to look at the landscape below. Shavi kept one hand on the harness and began to playfully explore his body with the other, stroking up and down his ribs and describing features down below to him as they soared above lakes and mountains and the occasional ruin.

"And that is the Tower of Pus'i," she whispered in his ear, snaking her hand along his stomach, to curl her slippery fingers around his swollen cock, and slide them up and down his length.

"Please," he begged her, his hips rocking almost involuntarily at the way she was handling him. His precum was dribbling over her fingers, mingling with the oil covering them both. "The Dragon Mistress--"

"I know what she said." She squeezed him softly, and his cock pulsed and oozed warmly in her hand. "We're almost there."

The dragons spiraled downward, angling toward the open space atop the tower they had just seen. It was a tall cylinder of stone archways and columns, and as they descended he saw that the center was dominated by a large hole as if the tower might actually be a sort of tall enclosure raised up around a hidden court. They continued to fall in gentle circles like autumn leaves, drifting past crumbling statues and cracked stairs and plinths, until they reached a low rocky basin deep within the tower etched with shallow steps and pathways where the dragons soon found places to alight.

Shavi slid down Khanna's scaly back as the wyrm got settled, tugging Tlan's hand so that he would follow. The dragons began to curl into crevices in the stone, or knot themselves together like snakes in a nest. The mistresses stretched after the long flight, and shed their cloaks, which they hung on hooks on the walls. They faced one another and began to help their sister riders take off their armor, piece by shiny piece, uncovering shins and thighs, arms and breasts, organizing the sets of armor onto stone shelves.

"Would you help me with mine?" she asked him, smiling sweetly.

He nodded and tried to keep his hands from trembling as he reached to undo her buckles and loosen her straps, slipping plates of metal free from her firm body. Her breasts were full and soft beneath the glinting silver, glistening with oil, bouncing a little and swinging from side to side as he eased her armor off of her. Her nipples were dark and tall, and pebbled all around with small bumps that made him want to reach up and touch them.

"This, too," she said, starting to unwrap the silk from around her hips.

Tlan managed to keep his mouth from hanging open as he held onto one side and took it in as she turned herself around until the scarf was off, leaving her as naked as he had been for the last few hours now. Her pussy was smooth and bare, and her body glistened with oil in the orange light of the setting sun, which filtered down from the top of the tower and also poured in through great columned galleries in the stone open to the outside.

"Come." She beckoned, glancing back at him over one shoulder. Her shiny bottom cheeks jiggled enticingly as she sauntered away. "I'll show you what we do after a flight."

Closer to the galleries, he could see they were still about halfway up the tower. Over a dozen nude and oiled women were descending stairways near the colonnade, and Shavi lead him down the nearest one, to another level dominated by more large open galleries granting views of the surrounding mountain peaks and river valleys, and rows of white columns on marble tiled floors, and in the center, a large pool of steaming water.

"This is how we clean off the wyrm oil," she said. "We always help one another. Today I'll help you and you can help me."

Tlan stared at the steam swirling around her calves as she waded deeper. He stepped in gingerly. It felt like the water had been hung over a fire until just before it got hot enough to scald. "How--"

"This place is carved from an ancient volcano," she explained, scooping up a double handful of hot water and pouring it over his shoulders. He could see beads of sweat trickling between her breasts in the steam, sliding over the oil still covering her skin like droplets of water skittering across a hot skillet.

"The hot water constantly comes up into the bath from deep underground, and overflows down the spillways outside the tower." She dribbled hot water over his chest to demonstrate.

"Like this?" he asked, pouring a handful over her breasts, watching it melt the oil away. He did another over her shoulders, getting close enough to reach around and rub her back. His stomach was up against hers, and after one more handful of hot water spilled between their bodies, he cupped her breast and lightly pinched her nipple, rolling it gently between thumb and fingertips.

"Ahh," she groaned, leaning into him, waist deep in the water, as he continued to squeeze and fondle her soft tits. "You're getting the hang of it."

Some of the other dragon mistresses were getting closer as this went on, watching him pour water over Shavi and slide his hands up and down her body.

"Let us help, too," said one of them, looking him up and down with mischievous black eyes.

"Yes, I can help him with this," said another, her bright red hair slicked down her neck and shoulders, as she scooped some water over Tlan's still erect penis. He let out a heavy breath as a third young woman leaned in to cup his balls with her hands just under the surface of the water, smiling up at him as she fondled them.

"Now girls. We don't need this much help, do we?" Shavi turned to him.

"I mean, I don't know..." He shrugged as the dripping wet beauties continued to bathe and caress him. "I don't really mind."

"See?" asked the redhead, running her fingers up Tlan's swollen shaft, making him shudder. "He doesn't mind."

Shavi's jaw clenched. "Of course! More the merrier!" She splashed some water over the other's lightly freckled tits with a tight grin. "After how things went with your aspirant, Mara, I can see why you'd want to get your hands on mine."

"You can't keep him to yourself, Shavi. We all need--"

Mara, who Tlan recognized now as the guardswoman who had led Vries to the dragons, was interrupted by a single, authoritative hand clap. The four women clustered around him all took a few steps back, leaving him alone with a throbbing erection standing up out of the water.

"That will be enough of that, ladies," came the sharp voice of the Dragon Mistress Talia. Tlan was awed at the sight of her, naked now except for the gold at her neck and ears and wrists, standing waist deep in the bath. She dipped her hands in the water and ran them over herself so streams ran down her body, washing the shiny oil from her skin. She was tall with wide hips and round shoulders and pendulous breasts that spilled over her arms and swung from side to side as she bathed. "Tlan." She said it like a command.

"Yes, Dragon Mistress?" He was staring at her wide eyed.

"Do you know why we Seek, Tlan?" she asked, wading close to him. "Why, once in a long while, we fly on our dragons to the keeps in search of black eyed young men?"

"No, Mistress." He noticed at that moment that her eyes were also unbroken black, like those of every dragon rider he'd seen so far.

"It is a thing with the bond," she said softly, idly pouring water over his shoulders. "Only a few have the ability to bond to dragons. But always, they have eyes like ours." She gazed into his for a long moment, making him feel both small and oddly comforted.

"Vries had black eyes."

"He didn't have the gift." She chuckled mirthlessly. "Or an ounce of manners. I assure you, most who fail the first test just get left behind, not eaten."

"So, why the special search for men?"

"Wyrms have a matriarchal society and nearly all are female. Sirelings are a rare hatch. They reach maturity even less often." She smiled for the first time Tlan had seen, then. "But we have one, and of age. We just need a man with the gift to bond with him."

"Why?"

"Bonded females won't tolerate a feral male. It would end up like Vries." She was holding him close now, in an almost motherly way, stroking his back and running a hand through his hair. It felt a little odd but really, it was very nice. She was warm and her tits were squashed onto his chest and he could feel the firm lumps of her nipples against him. His cock was still hard and nestled into her stomach like a soft cradle. She didn't seem to mind it and even kind of wriggled against him as she scooped handfuls of hot water up his back. He felt wonderful in her arms. "A circular bond between the two dragons, the Mistress and the Sirelord is the only way to get a successful mating."

Tlan gulped. "Mating?"

The woman looked at him with a hint of amusement. "Young man, what did you think we needed a male for?"

"Fair enough," he allowed. "And how will we know if I have the gift?"

"The second test."

---

Tlan was toweled off by a cluster of diaphanously robed attendants as he left the pool, hand in hand with the Dragon Mistress. There was no rush; they were very thorough, rubbing up and down his back and arms, kneeling in pairs to vigorously dry his legs. His cock was hard and swung haphazardly as they worked around it, and finally, gently, patted down his balls and the throbbing length of his erection. He panted a bit, and Talia squeezed his hand.

"Remember, no wasted orgasms." She casually reached down to cup his balls with an affectionate caress.

He nodded, as his cock pulsed in the air and he felt the heat of a surge of precum seeping up from his root as Talia softly handled him. The warmth reached his cockhead and a clear drop emerged from his opening. A shiver ran through his body.

"You'll need them soon enough," she added, turning away, as one of the thin robes was draped over his shoulders by a couple of her attendants. Another one smiled up at him face to face as she tied the sash, taking care not to catch his cock. She lifted it up against his stomach with a cool hand as she folded the robe over and tied it firmly in place.

"Th--thanks," he stammered. The attendants giggled softly.

They formed a procession as the Mistress began to lead them down stairways and through collonaded galleries, and then grand tapestried corridors as they progressed more deeply into the tower. Tlan got the sense there were no openings to the outside at all on the lower levels. The tower could only be accessed, or escaped, on a dragon.

"What is the second test?" he asked, as the corridor broadened into a wide chamber, and their procession slowed.

"You must commune with the Seeress of our weirhold," said Talia. "My daughter, Andra."

"Commune?"

"She will feel the gift within you--if it is there."

"What if she doesn't?" he asked, worried. He imagined trying to climb down the tower.

"Here we are," said the Dragon Mistress, ignoring him, as she pushed open a set of doors. Attendants ushered him through and pulled them shut behind him with a heavy thump.

The room was dimly lit with flickering candles along the walls, and hanging midair in fixtures chained to the ceiling. In the center was a mound of bedding in the form of heaped furs. There was a robed young woman sitting cross legged on the pile. She was fair skinned with curly blonde hair that brushed her shoulders, but her eyes were endless pools of darkest black.

"Hello?" he said softly. "Andra?"

There was a rustling as the lithe figure rose, arms outstretched. Her robe was so thin he could see the candle flames through it. The silhouettes of her fingers were tipped with talon-like nails, sharp and a couple of inches long.

"Come," she seemed to whisper, but Tlan heard her barely audible voice as if inside his ears, from all the way across the chamber. He was drawn to her. He walked to the nest of furs and hesitated, looking at her. She moved in sudden fits and starts like a skittish animal, coming in to sniff the air around his neck and face. She laid her nails on his throat and drew in breath deeply, her lips grazing his ear.

Her mouth didn't move, and he could still hear her inhaling, when he heard her voice inside his ear again. "Tlan." She ran the points of her nails down his cheeks, his neck, his collarbones.

"Open yourself to me."

He was untying his robe. It slipped off his shoulders before he realized what he was doing. Andra's nails ran lightly over his chest. She leaned close, her lips landing on his like delicate butterflies. His robe fell to the floor around his feet as she began to kiss him, suckling moistly at his lower lip. His teeth parted and the tip of her tongue swiftly breached the gap to touch his.

"Open to me."

Her voice echoed silently through his awareness. His arms were closing around her small form, holding her close so his naked erection pressed into her stomach through her flimsy robe. He felt her perky breasts and pointy nipples hard against his chest as he stroked her back and made out with her, tasting her tongue as she tasted his.

He thought he would like her to open herself up to him as well, imagining her standing naked before him, and she stopped suddenly, pausing their kiss. She took a step back, gazing up at him, and then he heard her real voice for the first time.

"Okay," she breathed shyly, watching his face as she brought her hands to the sash of her gauzy robe. She pulled out the knot and let the sides fall open, revealing the cleavage between her plump tits, the curve of her tummy, an inviting little nest of light blonde curls nestled at the meeting place between her pale thighs.

"I'll open myself to you, too," she said, sounding more confident as she let the robe drop from her body completely, just as he had pictured her, but so much better as he looked upon her from inches away, taking in every detail of her body in the light of hundreds of candles.

Her nipples were light pink, like her breasts had gotten embarrassed and were blushing, with firm little reddish nubs topping each ivory mound. Her waist was small, her stomach soft, and her hips were pleasantly wide. His cock was throbbing in the cool air, aching for her. Something new was stirring within him. A feeling. A... smoldering presence. With a sudden surge of confidence he took the girl in his arms once more, bringing her to him, naked skin against skin. He held her tightly against him, his shaft pressing into her. He reached with one hand to feel her breast, his fingers dimpling the flesh around her nipple.

"Oh," she gasped as his lips closed upon her neck and he began to apply suction there. He moved up toward her ear, and she shivered in his arms. "Oh, my."

He felt the sharpness of her nails making lines down his back as he moved to take her breast into his mouth, slurping on her pale skin, running his rough tongue over her nipple and sucking the hard nub in between his lips, making her pant and tremble in his arms. He brought a hand down and squeezed one of her ass cheeks like dough in his fingers, pulling it away from its neighbor.

"Oh god," she cried out, twitching as his fingertip brushed against her rosebud, and another teased at the ridge between that hole and her other, wetter one.

"When I touch you, I can feel it like it's me being touched," he said in wonder, lightly stroking upward along her damp lower lips. Her legs quivered as he reached the little bump near the top. He could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through her at the feathery contact, and his cock pulsed and throbbed in time with her rapid breaths.

"It's--it's the--ahhhh--"

She let out a yelp as he slipped a finger into her, feeling the edges of her inner labia, and the liquid heat flowing inside her deepest folds. Her legs were barely working, and he laid her down on the furs before leaning down to run his fingers through the tuft of soft blonde hair curling over her pussy. He parted it at her opening and pressed his tongue into her wet warmth, tasting her tangy flavor. He found the lump above her opening and began to lick and suckle it, making her legs clamp shut on his head. She bucked her hips and let out a series of louder and louder cries as her insides quivered and danced against his tongue.

"Oh fuck--oh shit--"

Her body broke out in a sweat all over, and he felt a tingling as his followed along. They were connected, and he felt the pleasure ripple from her pussy as he kissed and made out with it, licking and suckling and dipping into her with his fingers. His cock ached and burned with the sensations she was feeling. He was drooling a thin strand of precum that dangled down to decorate her belly button, her inner thigh, the blond curls of her vulva.

He felt what she felt as he pressed his throbbing cockhead into the moist recess between her pussy lips, like a hot intrusion into the core of his body. He was aware of her feeling what he felt, too, as he slid his swollen, drooling erection along her groove. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he lined up with her tight opening and pushed slowly into her, and he sensed the feeling of penetration, and she felt his cock, desperate for contact with her, sliding inside, being enveloped in warm, wet flesh.

The two of them shook and panted roughly in one another's ears, clinging to each other's naked bodies as recursive waves of pleasure reverberated through them, reflecting and refracting in both their minds with each stroke of their lovemaking.

"I feel--" She squirmed and squeezed his hips with her legs as his teeth closed over her nipple.

In addition to the sensations he was feeling with her, an awareness of another type was growing deep within him. A dark, smoky presence, burning at the back of his mind. It flared hotter inside him as he hooked an arm beneath one of her knees, spreading her legs wider and pounding into her more forcefully, making her grunt.

"You feel what?" he growled, their faces inches apart as he thrust into her, making her tits heave beneath him.

"I feel--I feel the--" she panted roughly, eyes unfocused. His balls felt hot and full. His cock was tingling inside the Seeress. She tensed up, nails digging into his shoulders, as his orgasm triggered hers and each echoed through the other as his thick semen flooded her tight canal and her insides clenched and rippled around him.

"I feel the gift within you," she cried, legs wrapped around him as they both shivered and his cock pulsed inside her again and again.