Authors Note:
I'm finally back! This chapter doesn't contain much erotica, but the next will. (Plot development, yayyy.) The story will continue as I have the time and energy to work on it. I hope to update more frequently, as this is not a project I want to give up on. To anyone who thinks I don't know how bodies work, I assure you I do! Probably more than most people. But honestly, I don't care. I like writing the kink of size difference and things that don't exist in our world, like instant stretchy swollen bellies, and penetration of the cervix, and mega stretchy vaginas that don't tear easily. =D Thank you for the encouragement, votes and comments!
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Riding on Rok's back toward her city had been terrifying for her. It was hours before they had reached land she recognized, and she had slowly gotten used to the wind rushing around her and the feel of the dragon's muscles shifting beneath her so that the urge to scream dulled.
As she straddled his back and hugged his thick neck, she felt the dull ache in her hips and a great soreness in her loins from the prior day's intercourse. She was embarrassed at the memory, at how willingly she took all of his gigantic cock that stretched her body in ways she didn't think possible. As stressful as the ride was, she enjoyed touching his gold scales, smooth beneath her fingers as she held to him.
The dragon was flying low when they reached the outermost part of the desert that was Silya's home. The hood of her cloak wouldn't stay up, but she had wrapped her hair and face in a dark brown scarf to avoid collisions with bugs and sands the winds whipped up. She knew they were close, but she didn't know how close. Soon, sand gave way to rocks—the very kind that she was forced to walk on bare footed. Looking at them made her stomach tighten, and she found herself with a lump in her throat.
"Are we almost there?" She called to Rok as she held onto his neck for dear life with a small basket on her arm.
Rok hummed in response. "We're almost at my old dwelling. I'll take you as close as I can without being seen."
Silya didn't know what the outer part of the caves had looked like since she had been unconscious when she was taken into and out of them, but she knew they flew past them. She bit her lip nervously as Rok beat his great wings in a different fashion. It didn't take her long to figure out they were landing. As the golden dragon landed on his feet, she eagerly hopped down from his back, grateful for the land beneath her newly acquired sandals.
"The markets are not too far from here. I'll be awaiting your return in this spot. Will you be able to find me?" Rok asked her, taking in her azure eyes and small stature.
Silya brought up the hood of her cloak. She could only look him in the eyes momentarily before she turned away from him. She let the handle of the basket fall to the palm of her hand. "Of course. I won't take long. I'm only going for some spices anyway. My favorite vendors are at this market." Silya began to walk, but she didn't get far before she spun on her heel, almost hesitantly. "Thank you... for everything. I'm very grateful." She only lingered briefly before she was on her way again. She wondered if he knew that she had no intention of coming back, and that this was goodbye. She was too afraid to say it outright, and why that was, she wasn't sure.
"Be careful." Rok called to her. He settled down on his haunches and relaxed, his tail whipping back and forth casually as he settled.
Silya walked faster, her heart beating hard. Why did she feel guilty at all? They had met by chance, and Rok had spared her out of kindness. She didn't owe him anything—did she? Only her life... She shook her head, conflicted with emotion.
The markets were bustling with the fervor of hundreds of people, the noise drowning out her thoughts. As much as she loved the markets, she hated when they were too crowded. She instinctively felt for the dagger at her waist and the sacks of coins to make sure everything was in its place. Familiar aromas and the smell of delicious meats and breads cooking made her realize how hungry she was, and how much she had missed it.
Silya found herself stepping in the direction of a food stand, one she had never been to before. She immediately pulled back the scarf and the hood of her cloak as she approached the vendor, reaching for coins. Bread was being fried, and meat was being grilled. Silya looked around for the vendor anxiously, eager for nourishment.
From behind the small building's cover, a tall man with black skin emerged. A smile immediately lit up his face as he recognized Silya's round face. "Silya, is that you?" He asked with a sharp accent. "Is that really you?"
Startled to be recognized, Silya looked up at the man. She stared for a long moment before recognition settled in. "Dazil? No way! It's really you!" She practically flew to him, her arms wrapping around his waist in a great hug. She felt his arms close in around her body with some restraint. "I love the new place."
"Whoa, there! Easy, now." He said as he patted her head and eased her off of him. "What's that about? I know it's been awhile, friend, but you can't just hug a man like that. They'll string me up for embracing a noble."
Silya came to her senses and was immediately embarrassed. She felt her face redden and she stepped back. "I'm so sorry, Dazil. I've been away for some time. I didn't expect to see you. I haven't seen anyone in a long time. Not even my parents." She could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes, . A few broke free and she quickly wiped them away as she laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm so hungry. Everything smells so good. Can I get a few?" She asked, digging for coins to pay and placing them on the small wooden counter, which she stepped behind again and resumed her rightful place as patron.
"A few? You really must be hungry." He laughed and withdrew the frying bread from the oil. It was overdone, and he immediately scrapped it and put a few new circular pieces of dough into the oil to fry up. "Ah, it's been awhile since you've had spiced fry bread."
It didn't take long for the bread to fry up, and Dazil skillfully whisked it out with nothing but a metal skewer onto a banana leaf. He topped each piece bread with an oil and chili based sauce and then took the meat from the fire, placing it on the bread and topping each one with ground chili paste mixed with garlic and olives.
"Oh, it has been so long. Almost a year now, I think. I'm going to bring some for my brother and my sister. I think they'll be happy, even if it gets a little cold." Dazil handed her each banana leaf, and she put two in the basket and began immediately eating the third one.
"I haven't seen them since we were all kids. They don't like the market as you do." Dazil went about frying up bread and grilling skewered cubes of meat.
As Silya ate, she looked around the market casually. "I'm going home. I don't know if you heard that I was married. That hasn't worked out, and I was finally able to get away from him. He's a wretched man." She finished her meal and wiped her hands on the inner part of her cloak. So much for the manners of a noble. "I hope I'll be coming here more often."
"That would be nice. I'd love to catch up. My parents would love to see you. I have much to tell you."
Silya smiled as she eyed a stall across the way. The vendor had sparkling jewelry and scented perfumes, and it was drawing her in. It was then that she saw the familiar face of Askar's servant—an older woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face that she had worked side by side with. She immediately panicked and wrapped her scarf around her head and pulled her hood up as recognition lit up the old woman's cloudy eyes.
"I've got to go, Dazil. I'd love to talk to you now, but something has come up. Please take care." With a fleeting glance to him, she took off, walking as fast as her feet could carry her.
She headed towards home. Every five minutes, she checked behind her, afraid that the servant was following, but she was always alone. She didn't rest easy even after she closed in on her own neighborhood. The small houses that were close together gave way to walled off estates, and the space between them grew larger.
Silya could hear goats and chickens behind the walls of the estates, the soft bleating and clucking filling the air. Her heart began to race as she thought of seeing her parents. Had they any idea she was even missing? Since Askar had rarely let her see them, she didn't even know if they knew she was gone. She brought her hand to her heart as she felt that dull ache. She missed them, and now she was so close!
When she arrived at the ornate wall outside of her family's residence, she sighed and rolled the keys on the combination lock and entered, shutting the door on the way in. The soothing sound of the fountain greeted her, and the lush garden before her was welcoming. She breathed in the scent of the sweet flowers growing, and she smiled. "I'm home. I'm actually home." She wiped away the tears and headed past the front door and into her house.
The air was cool thanks to the build of the house. She walked into the dining room, and called softly, "Mama? Papa? Are you here?"
There was no response, and she continued on. "Alek?" Nothing. "Daveen?" She wandered around the whole main floor, and no one seemed to be home. She left the basket on the island in the kitchen before she went downstairs to the servant quarters, and she still found no one. She wondered where everyone was, and she headed upstairs from the main floor.
Her old room was enticing, and her mother had had the maids keep it clean and apparently ready for her return; that or the memory of their daughter. Her old trinkets were still on their shelves, and she let her fingers trail over them softly.
