Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a sexual story. Please be patient with me.
The wind whistled past her pointed ears as she flew through the sky, feeling the shift of her partners muscles beneath her. Her silver hair, tied back in a braid, flopped against her back as he twisted and turned, flipped and spun. She laughed, no longer containing the pure joy that flying always brought her.
Elana thought back to her past 500 years of life. She had been 8 when she found Neheil's egg, silver among the rocks and buried down in the dirt. Thinking that is was just a pretty silver rock, she dug at it until it was apparent that it was significantly bigger then she thought. When it was finally free, she tried to it carry back, but found it was too bulky for her young arms, so she ran and got a sling to put it in, and carried it across her back. When she got home, she put it in the corner of her room where she kept all her treasures.
About five days later, the silver dragon hatched. Elana was fascinated by it, and moved close to the hatchling to pet it. No sooner had she touched it when a bright spark of light flashed, sending both the little girl and the hatchling sprawling. Elana got up and shook her head, then checked on the hatchling. He stood, looking at her expectantly. She knew that her life had changed then and there, but what she didn't know was how much.
Fifty years later, after her training had been completed, Elana returned to the village of her birth. She was still young in Elvin standards, and at the right age to be marrying, and fell in love with a local boy from her tree-top village, Stefan. They spent months together, inseparable. She had just considered releasing Neheil from his bond so that they both could take the mates that they deserved when a rebel raid occurred. Many elves died, including her sister and Stefan. Elana heaved a sigh as she thought about her lost love, a tear streaming down her cheek.
She suddenly felt a the brush of Neheil's mind on hers, drawing her back to the present. "Is everything Ok, My love? You seem a little distracted." He asked through mind touch as he leveled out, locking his wings and gliding over the warm air currents from the lake below. Dragons could not speak any language, so they communicated though touching the minds of others and planting their words.
"Everything is fine, Neheil. I was just thinking back to when I first found your egg. So many things have changed in our lives since then."
"Like what, my love?"
"First off, all my family is long gone. My sister, my mother, my father, all killed over 100 years ago. And Stefan, I still miss him dearly."
"You knew when you entered training to become a Drache Reiter that you would outlive them. Do not mourn their passing."
"But my sister was so young when she died. Cut down in her prime by those rebels! And they stole Stefan, the love of my life, away from me!"
"My love, you have avenged them both. You ended that war, almost single handedly when others failed. But that is not what is bothering you, I know it. Tell me the truth."
"I have become lonely. All the young men my age were sent off to war, and most of them killed. The rest have already taken lifelong mates. No one older wants to take a Drache Reiter as a mate, and all the younger ones fear me cause of all the blood I have shed. If only I was a male, I would not encounter this problem."
"If you were a male" Neheil growled "You would be long dead with the others, or mated already. Didn't they teach you anything when you were in training."
"They taught me that only male dragons choose riders, and that female dragons choose to stay free so that they can breed with the Dragons that have been released from their bonds."
"And..."
"And that only women can be Drache Reiter."
"Do you know why, my love."
Elana thought back through all her years of training, but the answer eluded her. "No, I think I fell asleep during that lesson."
"Because Male dragons become closer to their riders then female dragons do. And males tend to take their riders as a mate, if they are not released from their bonds."
"Will you be one of those dragons that takes his rider as his mate?"
"Only if my rider agrees to it. I have thought about it on more then one occasion. And by the flames, my love, I want it so badly."
Elana thought about it, picturing that huge cock of Neheil's entering her, breaking her maiden head, filling her and making her scream out in pleasure. It sent a shutter down her spine. "I don't know. Have any Reiter ever died from mating with their dragon?"
"Never. We care for our riders, and are cautious when we first take them."
Elana could feel herself getting wet from talking like this. She ground her pussy against Neheil's back, groaning at the pleasure that it created. "When do I have to decide if I want to be your mate or not. Does it have to be before the first time we, well, you know."