Tristan walked the creaky planks of the boardwalk, taking in the hot sun as his eyes passed over various wares from here and there. Detailed tapestries from across the sea depicting divine waves, spices with names he had never heard of, all of these enticing but he had his gold set on something a little rarer.
As long as his math was right, his love's heat wouldn't begin for another few days. Ryn had tried to warn him not to be around for it, which he felt was odd. Tristan felt like the opposite was in order, just with a few tricks. A glass flask burbled in his backpack as he pulled the straps tight, entering a craftsman's shop at the end of the pier named "Custom Pommels".
He waved to the shopkeep as he walked in, an older woman who only gave him a glare of warning. A broad case was placed on the counter between them and opened. Her warning look didn't waver.
"This is just for show, any intended use will result in injury."
"Not even a most likely?" He asked, taking a bite out of a handful of fried dough.
"Does this face look like a most likely? Any intended use on yourself or others will result in injury. This is a display piece."
"That's why I'm hanging it over the hall I do business in. You know, assert dominance and that garbage."
"I figured you for one of those asshole traders."
"I'd hope so. How much?"
Dropping off a small coin purse, Tristan clasped the case shut and departed, heading back into the little boardwalk. Finding a nice secluded spot beneath the hustle and bustle he settled atop a few support beams. Waves brushed against the sturdy wooden pillars below washing up some discarded bits of food. The roar of the crowd was less audible here as he perched on the thin beam. In one hand he held the glass flask, filled with a violet liquid. Flecks of silver reflected the filtered sunlight above. On his lap he opened the case and inspected the ware inside, its texture seemed appropriate and the design as realistic as he could guess. He had to admit it did feel a bit odd not stealing for her for once, but custom delights required custom orders. Satisfied with his purchases, he swung up the beams back to the boardwalk, headed inland towards the cloud crested mountain ahead.
That's when he heard a roar. He knew he wasn't imagining it as several others turned their heads as well. A shape roved through the clouds. Odd, heat wasn't supposed to be today. He heard the roar again and felt a tinge of familiarity and a touch of joyful panic. Stowing the case over his back he ducked behind an alleyway as the crowd fell to a full panic, running this way and that.
With a lashing tail and snapping wings the red dragon crashed into a boardwalk, decimating a pineapple stand beneath her. Chunks of fruit simmered on her heated hide as she growled, snorting.
"TRISTAN." Her powerful voice bellowed, "NOW IS NOT A TIME FOR GAMES."
She gave him seconds before upending another fruit stand, whipping melons against stores with her tail and stomping hard enough to splinter the walkway. The support beams groaned under her weight as she passes them, skulking the boardwalk.
"BOY!" She bellowed again, "YOU ONLY MAKE THIS WORSE FOR YOURSELF!"
Catching his scent, she lowered herself in a predatory stance. Her claws splintered the wood beneath her and her tail swayed, following the trace of him to the alley. His oceanic scent came strongest from behind a crate, but she let her pace read as continuing to search as she drew closer.
The boardwalk wiggled, and she felt tremors beneath her claws. A headbutt shattered the crate before her and she locked her jaws around Tristan's shoulder with half his body beneath the boardwalk. With just enough care to keep from injuring him she pulled him from a would be hiding place, growling fiercely at him.
"Good morning! That time already? In my profession its so easy to lose track of the days-"
A fierce snarl rippled in her throat, her body just barely squeezing in the tight space with her sides brushing each wall. A heavy claw forced down on his chest, her scales radiant with heat and now fragrant with bits of fruit. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT TRYING TO FLEE."
"You know I have escaped you before."
She snarled again, lowering her head to his as her tail lashed, crashing through a window in the tight space. Her snort cast a heated breath over his skin as her claws tightened around his body.
"YOU COULD HAVE MADE THIS EASY, NOW I WILL NOT BE DENIED. SATISFY ME."
His eyes widened in genuine surprise, "you mean back at your lair, right? And we're going to fly on back now, where we'll have more privacy-"
"DID I SAY ANY OF THAT? NO. SATISFY ME NOW." She snarled again, eyes wide and intense with her need, tail slapping the boardwalk hard enough to shatter its wood planks. She sat back, waiting expectantly. His eyes drew down from her intense gaze, following the heaving muscles of her body as she panted. They glistened with unintentional fruit juice, and he followed the trail of softer scales down lower her body.
"You know, this isn't the most romantic-"
With another fiery snarl she rended his clothes, tearing them off. Her hot tongue slicked up his bare chest, over lean muscle and warm skin making him moan as the slick muscle pressed up his neck with firm intent. The she gripped him, and pushed him down her body, nearly hiding him under her bulk. Tristan drew fingertips along her smoother scales to illicit a full bodied shudder from her, claws flexing next to his head piercing the wood.
He looked up to caress her scales, he drew a line through the mess of fruit and licked it off his finger. "You're delicious today, have you tried something different?"
His tease was answered by a demanding snarl he could feel vibrate through her body above him. The puffy lips of her entrance was a clear sign of her ramped up arousal, but also a clear sign she could be teased even more. His fingertips fluttered up the insides of her thighs making her take a sudden breath. The muscle beneath her scales was thick and corded, tense and powerful. As he reached higher he could feel her tremble. With a jerk of her hips her tail slammed down on the boardwalk again as his fingertips made it up her thighs and over her abdomen making slow, firm strokes over her body.
"You know even if you scared everyone away this is technically a public place-"
"THEN YOU BETTER HURRY, LITTLE SLAYER." She growled back with impatience, bucking her hips. Her entrance brushed up against his face smearing a mixture of her arousal and fruit juices over him. It made him laugh as he kissed at her entrance, giving in and letting his fingers rove over her slit.
Ryndir's eye's fluttered as he did, finally receiving the physical attention her body had been craving. A low growl-like purr settled in her chest as she rocked her hips in little motions, lowering them and very nearly sitting on his face as he began on her. With claws locked into the wood she gasped and arched her back as she felt more of him enter her, squeezing tight around his arm and continuing to grind back against him for more.
Tristan very quickly became sandwiched beneath the dragon, entering her to stroke up against where she most burned with need. He lapped at her clit, delighting in the fruity/smokey mixture, and played her sensitivity. The attention to her sensitive clit caused a moan to rip from her chest, gasping as she huffed atop him, grinding back for more.
There was a great rattling as Tristan felt something near. He tried to tap Ryn's side to get up but she growled back, moaning as she bucked her hips against him keeping him trapped. Her motions became faster as the trembling neared, squeezing his arm as it delved deeper inside her. He tried tapping once more when she sat on his face, demanding full control as he was entirely overwhelmed by her heat, her scent, her presence. His hard cock brushed up against her belly drawing a happy trill from her as she only let up enough for him to breathe.
Hooves of horses clattered on the boardwalk as a small group of four soldiers armed and ready rounded the alleyway, where Ryn moaned and pushed back against Tristan with a lusty sigh and passive demand in her draconic tongue for "more". Confusion halted their charge as she saw them, regarding them with parted jaws as they looked between her and Tristan trapped beneath her. Flames licked her lips as she threatened them with a gout of fire, a blazing pillar that burned through the boardwalk and set more on fire. It sent the guards running, Tristan could feel his cheeks burning red.
"What's the matter little thief?" First time caught in the act?" She spoke in her draconic tongue again, moaning as she made a slower roll of her hips against him. Her passage tightened, her arousal dripping down his arm and flecking over his body.
"I thought you were halfway there, whats taking so long," he teased back, grinding quicker as he felt her pulses come more erratically. Her breath was quicker, moans higher and needier as she ground against him. Her clit even more sensitive, he suckled her letting his tongue draw wild patterns over the sensitive bulb. Each breath she drew brought her higher as each stroke into her depths made her needier. Brushing up against her most sensitive region made her even needier as she gasped, dropping her hips down again and again to draw out as much pleasure as she could.
Her arousal dripped from her, her passage heated. Eyes rolled back as she tilted her head back over the rooftops, bouncing her body with each roll of her hips. Jaws remained parted as her moans became more and more full, louder, and she cried out with a release of fire, roaring as she tightened around his arm. Tristan braced himself as she released, a spray of her arousal coating him as he worked her clit, her climax so much more productive at her size. She thrashed, breaking the walls that held her in as he drove her through her heights of pleasure, soaking her lover below as she came.
Ryndir huffed, coming down from her climax. A thin strand of arousal connected his lips to hers as she rose, collecting him in her claws, and dove off the side of the boardwalk soaring for the cloud snared mountain ahead, Tristan's own skin burning with excitement as he held fast to her.
Tristan watched clouds pass below as he felt Ryndir's steady heartbeat against him, resting easy in her hold. His backpack held on by a strap as he checked its contents for damage. The dragon glided over mountaintops and descended into a high-ceilinged cavern, past a modest pile of gold and over a heated spring. She tapped a claw to his back twice before dropping him into it. Tristan came up and placed his pack out of the spring, as he did Ryndir touched down with a splash, curling around him in the spring with little kisses and nips.
"That's a town we can never go back to."
