Dracen Ch 01 The Greatest Wind

Dracen

Ch 1

The Greatest Wind

(Author note: Just as a warning this chapter mostly sets up the plot. There is a good amount of story and fantasy action before anything sexual, however if you like female dominance or worship I think it'll be worth your time especially future chapters as they will have more sexual content. Ch 2 will basically start with sexual content.)

The sun beats down on me through the leaves of this forest. I walk on a gravel path with a bag of food, water and my paintings. Though I continue to walk I'm not moving forward and in honesty the bag on my back is light as a feather compared to the weight on my heart. Ignorance ails me. Where am I going? What am I trying to find? Who am I? At first I found freedom in my inability to attribute any one answer to these questions. Now I realize the ability to choose who or what you chain your life to is greater freedom than just flying wherever the wind takes you. Still I travel lost in the wind.

I end up in a Town. It's a town not exactly simple, but not complex enough that any noticeable nobles would reside here. So maybe someone will be willing to buy art from me. I walk through town and find the optimal spot to be at a bridge. The water beneath is still. It silently suffers against the heat just as I. I sit there for a while. Many people just pass me and I just feel lost.

A family walks across the bridge. A father that can't take his eyes off the mother who is completely focused on their young daughter. I honestly envy more than I judge. I too feel trapped by the mother's beauty. I don't know why. Her shape isn't all that attractive. Her face, her hair and eyes don't stray far from ordinary, but something unknown calls my eyes to her. Then the daughter moves too close for me to ignore her. Well, it looks like I have my first customers.

The young girl points at one of my paintings while jumping up and down. It's an abstract one that resembles fire, fitting for this day that somehow gets sunnier and sunnier. The parents follow their daughter then look at me. I can tell by their widened gazes all they really see are my red irises that are proof of my very distant dragon lineage. Considering their reactions I expect them to take their child and walk away. The mother asks, "So how much is that one?"

"20 silvers." I typically sell them for 30, but I didn't expect the family to stop in the first place. I don't want to push my luck.

The Mother looks at the father searching for agreement rather than approval. I suspect she has money of her own, she might even be the anchor in the family, but still wants the father to play a part in their daughter's happiness.

The daughter joins in and begins crying, "It's so pretty. Please can I have it?" The father almost seems to sweat under the pressure, but then I realize it's just hot today. The father takes out 4 gold's, the equivalent of twenty silvers and hands them to me. In turn I give him the painting.

"Thank you."I say.

He replies, "You know, there's a petrified dragon here. People remember the last time it woke up. You won't get good business here." This town has a petrified dragon? That means this heat is the precursor to the Dragon awakening. What the hell are they doing here? Why is anyone still in this town?

"You need to get out of here. The heat means it's waking up."

The father replies, "It's summer we can't hide every day it's hot. Besides, the petrification was reinforced yesterday. Thanks for the concern and the painting we'll be on our way now."

I stand up. "Please just to be safe, leave the town for today. This doesn't feel like normal heat."

Before another word is said l hear wings loudly clashing with the air. Dread strikes my heart and I tremble with fear. A roar twists our attention to the sky. Fire rains from a dragon's mouth not far enough from us. The family flees and so do I. The end of the bridge grows nearer and nearer and it's all I can think of. I hear something speed through the air then I see it. The dragon threw some kind of fire pike the length of a tree and the appearance of a burning red ore. It strikes through the end of the bridge and it collapses beneath me.

I just fall continuously downward in the water below. I can't breathe. I have to swim out. Unconsciously I gathered that I'm drifting away from the family and that the quickest way to land is away from them, letting them handle their own fate. The decision I must make weighs me down. Forward to help the family or backward to save myself. Less and less air is left to sustain my life, yet I just sink hoping the wind will decide for me even though it's not there. It's dark and I get colder and colder. Soon death will be the one to take my choice to save them or myself. I swim up to land. Air fills my lungs and water falls from my mouth then my eyes. What have I done?

Through my blinks of disorientation and my tears I see most of the buildings in front of me ablaze and the dragon is even closer it could break the distance in seconds. Damn it. I barely feel like I made the choice to save myself yet I regret it immensely. I might die anyway. Why couldn't I try to make sure at least one person survives even if it's not me? Is it really my will to be so selfish?

Out of hopelessness and frustration with myself, I turn my back to the dragon, my approaching doom. I accept whatever is to come. Then I see the Mother and father on the ground seemingly fine, but unconscious and a woman holding the daughter. The woman is wet. She obviously dived in the water to save the child and possibly the parents as well. Her body is surprisingly built. Though still feminine her arms, and especially her legs make it completely believable that she's strong enough to swim while carrying any of them. Her breastplate and armored skirt make me assume she's a knight and a highly ranked one at that. Yet that can't be true. No one would knight her because she has the same red yes as I do, the ones of dragon descent, the eyes of a dracen.

It feels completely right for me to be on my knees as I face her. Not because of her body or her armor or her gorgeous blood red hair, but because of the motherly look in her red eyes at the child in her arms. The way she holds the child and the worries for the girl present in her eyes like mine makes her look so powerful and beautiful. I now know a mother is the gift of nature that is both peak gorgeousness and peak strength. Instantly I regain hope and I know if I want to chain myself to anything it's to that woman and I want to protect what she protects. I stand up and turn to the dragon. It flies in the sky striking the ground with fire. Death can't have me or any other people. Wings burst through my back and I fly to the dragon with a knife in my hand.

As I fly toward the dragon I fully see how much it dwarfs me and the heat grows greater. Still I don't back down. I'm finally free and fear has no power to stop me. The dragon's constant blast of fire angles toward me. I barely evade, but the dragon's breath just follows me. I want to attack but every second fire is just inches from touching me. I twist, turn, feint and even switch directions completely, but the Dragon has massive wings and massive range. Meanwhile I'm slower and a single hit will strike me down. The fact I'm so much smaller is the only thing that keeps me alive. I don't know what I can do besides buy time.

The fire glances my right arm a bit causing me to slow. As I see the dragon's massive jaw and fire crawling up from its throat I speed up to evade the blast just in time. I'm not out of options again. I'm going to do something, not just die here. I dodge another blast of fire and get closer to the dragon. With each blast I get a bit closer and the fire gets closer to burning me. Then right before the next frenzy of fire I dash with everything I have. The dragon attempts to evade but I manage to slash it's eye. Unable to control my speed, I keep going up then I finally stop myself. However the dragon dashes after me and there's no way I can escape. I'm going to die, but this time I'm not scared. That wound on the dragon's eye is proof of my will. My death will show there's strength and good in my heart just like that woman.

Before the dragon gets to me several spears of fire go through it's right wing. So that woman inherited control of fire from her dragon blood. The massive beast spirals downward and before I know it I'm dashing to the dragon. It crashes into the ground destroying several buildings and extinguishing some of its fire. With all the force I've built up I slash down the side of its neck before crashing into the ground myself. The pain in my legs from the landing reminds me I'm not used to flying at all.

The dragon covers it's neck and sweeps at me with it's tail. I fly over it just barely then the tail comes back and filings me into a building. Somehow the building stays together and I fall from it's outer wall onto the ground. I stand barely feeling the pain even though I know I'm ridiculously injured. Though my bones are durable I wouldn't be surprised if something was broken. I take a step to propel myself back in the sky before the dragon finds me, but I instantly collapse and I experience the pain in my body. I really take in everything again. Fire crackles in the distance. Ash fills my nose and breaths. Various debris surrounds me and blood likely from the dragon. The knife I'm holding no longer has a blade. It must've gotten stuck in the dragon's neck. The dragon now faces me with fire charging in it's throat. I've come this far I can't give up now. Despite that mentality and my struggle I can't get to my feet. Then the woman from earlier rushes In Front of me. I say, "Run."

She ignores me and plants her sandaled feet in the ground. She puts both her hands forward. Then the fire blasts toward us. The fire is absorbed into her hands. She's really keeping a dragon's direct blasts at bay. She's really strong. My control of my wings is outright pathetic in comparison. She's really my guardian angel. She saved my spirit and now my life. For her I get to my feet and move out of the dragon's range.

The woman then uses the fire she absorbed to make a sword and evades the remaining fire with inhuman speed. With that sword she cuts the dragon's neck and underbelly. The cuts leave scorch marks while drawing blood. The dragon flails it's massive claws and she maneuvers past each swipe and slam. Each of her movements have such intent that it looks like a dance instilled in her memory. Hatefully the dragon goes for her life. After a final fury it falls dead. It's body slowly returns to stone.

Wow. We did it. She really dealt a deathblow to a dragon and I survived an air battle against it, gosh this is crazy. The woman that killed the dragon walks toward me as she gets closer. My thoughts narrow down more and more till I'm only thinking of her. She's taller than me. Her arms are but still surprisingly built up close. Though her skirt covers some of her upper leg, her thighs are thick toned and white. They're so beautiful and erotic. Instantly I just think of how she could easily crush cum out my dick with those thighs or if she wanted she could threaten my life with my locked head between her big sexy legs. Her face is beautiful yet intimidating. Her blood red hair is so full like a lion, yet tamed in a long wavy fashion only a queen could afford. Her somewhat thick eyebrows of the same color as her hair are so neat. Her rose lips probably hide a strong voice and could offer kisses that'd satisfy any man and any of his parts. Her neck and jaw are so strong yet so pale and soft like vanilla that's sweet at just a look and heavenly with each lick. Lips, eyes, and hair all of a violent red on a pale face with a body so fearsomely strong. She looks like what I imagined when hearing stories of an age when dracen weren't just tolerated by humans, but were even their rulers.

She stops within reach of me. Suddenly my guard rises. I begin to question her silence yet at the same time I'm too scared to say anything. What do I think she'll do? More importantly, why was I fantasizing about her? How could I not? She's saved me and she has beauty and power that seems divine. I've fallen for her. Still that armor means she's associated with royals, who knows what I'm getting into? I should fly away. should I? After fighting a dragon am I really going to let fear control me again or should the gale of my heart guide me?

The woman interrupts my thoughts as she puts her lips against me. What? I move my hands against her core at first to push her away, but right before I push at all she pulls me closer to her with one of her hands feeling through my hair and another against my lower back. My body pressed against her armor and scale mail isn't the best feeling, but her lips are so warm and soft. Still I put up some resistance. Her grip only tightens each time I struggle against her and her lips press harder from angle to angle. This feels wrong. I just met her. I don't even know her name and she hasn't said a word to me but she's keeping me captive in a kiss moving her lips side to side and moving her hand through my light brown hair. I admit she's stronger than me, I even want her love, but it hurts my pride a bit to be assaulted by a woman like this. So despite any pleasure I try to step away and try to push her away from me, but she pulls me too strongly and kisses me with too much force. I'm trapped and at this point it's getting a little bit hard to breathe. She's forcing herself on me and this is a vanilla kiss, lip on lip yet I'm getting hard, really hard. I don't know what I feel in my racing heart. Yeah she's the one I want to be with. Her lips feel amazing, but damn she's not giving me a choice.

Finally she breaks from the long kiss. I take heavy breaths trying to recover before I speak then her mouth clashes with mine again this time she pushes her tongue past my lips and I feel her tasting and playing all over my mouth. She spits, warming my mouth with her saliva. She continues this with small breaks in-between. Each time I try to prevent the kiss so I can speak, but her tongue gets through my lips and her fluid fills my mouth. She's so strong and so beautiful with her pure dracen face of blood red hair and eyes contrasting snow white skin. She tastes so good. She loves my taste. I love her and she loves me. With that thought I just give in. I close my eyes. I swallow her spit. I let my hands relax against the soft sections of her iron and cloth skirt. Maybe it's just how much I revere her, but her tongue and saliva that warmly fills my mouth taste sweet.

I kiss her back but her force greatly surpasses mine. I try to compete with her tongue pressing against mine. Her tongue moves slowly, but with so much more strength and force I even think it's bigger than mine. I fail each of my attempts to compete with her licks and each time I groan because each time she licks harder. Then she uses her hand that was moving through my hair to simply pull the back of my head, pushing my face closer to hers. Then her tongue goes a little further in my mouth. Her taste her saliva the presence and feel of her tongue is so overwhelming. I'm deeply moaning from it. Her spit or my drool in ecstasy or a mix of both overflows from a corner of my lips. I've made out before, but this goddess's kiss, her big and strong tongue makes me feel like I'm loosing my virginity in my mouth. I get really hard from that. After one more ferocious kiss that almost seems like it could strangle me but is still sweet, she breaks away from me.

She lets go and suddenly I realize how tightly she held me. There's definitely shame in my eyes. But she just has determination. Though I love her and I felt pleasure from her kiss, honored even for such a woman to kiss me, I'm not used to someone making choices for me and I really lost to her in every way.

With a strong and passionate voice she says, "Don't be down. You're a strong man, I've never seen a dracen with the spirit to fight a dragon alone knowing your chance of winning is slim. On top of that you almost won pretty much by grit alone."

I can tell her praise seems genuine and that means a lot coming from this angel-like warrior. I kinda wanna just accept it, but I want to know why she just kissed me like that. "It's not like I didn't like it. It's just why did you um.."

"Why did I force my lips on yours and my tongue into your mouth? One, I wanted to know your character. Two you slayed the dragon I'm the princess you won. Three I love you. Four I want my tongue down your throat. Five I want your tongue on my clitoris. Six I Want you kissing my cheeks, my ass cheeks. Should I continue?"

I'm really surprised by how blunt she is and her dirty teasing.

I'm genuinely confused in my attempt to figure out why she feels this way and somewhat intrigued, but at this point I'm painfully hard down there. I think a little even began to come out. My heart is thumping with excitement and I'm so warm from her words and her kiss so I respond as quickly as I can, "No, that's enough."

"Seven I want us to fuck." Her smile grows. Gosh she has such a dirty mouth, such a gorgeous face, and a voice so authoritative that I don't know if I should be scared or happy. She puts her hand on my cheek. Though her touch is romantic and loving, it reminds me of her desire for me to kiss her ass cheek and it reminds me that she satisfied her first sexual desire without my consent. fear and love exist in my heart and I'm not sure they contradict one another. She notices that and rubs my cheek before saying, "My name is Reigna Stormer. Marry me and join the Dracen Guard."

Love, at least this love is too strong to be wind and far too wild. This love is a tornado. I gladly let it carry me.

"Lead the way, Reigna."