Laying down, the soft straw underneath her cushioning her back, the young woman looked up and smiled at the farm boy as he pulled off his shirt. Opening her bare legs to him, she giggled as he marvelled at her pussy. Climbing on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her as she planted a passionate kiss on his lips. As she closed her eyes, her heart beating fast with excitement, she felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance.
Breaking the kiss, she looked up at him, mouth slightly open and eyes burning with desire. Beckoning him on, she let out a soft cry as he slipped inside her. She was in heaven, and as he started to move, she felt a pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever experienced coursing through her body. Soon the two moved in tandem, their eighteen year old bodies pressed tightly together as the girl gasped and moaned, holding her lover tight as they made love.
With each thrust of his cock, she felt a new spark burst inside her. She urged him on, wrapping her legs around him as he started to pound in and out of her with increasing speed. She felt amazing, like every part of her was about to burst into flames. The intense pleasure of his cock in her pussy made her moan, and as she felt herself approaching climax, she felt something else building as well.
Around them, the straw started to rustle, as a wind whistled through the barn. Overhead, the tools hung up on their rack began to shake and clatter. Back on the ground, writhing in ecstasy, the farm boy kept thrusting his hips, his head buried in the young woman's shoulder, unaware of what was happening around them.
The woman felt her body beginning to spasm, her moans turning to loud cries as she began to come. As her limbs moved of their own accord, the other strange sensation began to course through her as well, a burning sensation that fluttered from her chest out into her arms, to her hands, and then out further.
In a flash, the straw was alight. All around the young lovers, the barn began to burn, flames licking up the wooden walls, spreading to the thatched roof in an instant. As the two screamed, rolling away, a sudden loud crack rang out through the barn, followed by a crash, as the roof collapsed in, right on top of them. In the carnage, neither noticed the two red symbols glowing on the girl's back. Two symbols that looked like the wings of a dragon.
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Far away, and three years later, the same young woman let out a heavy sigh. Samara was exhausted.
She'd been walking for what felt like centuries, and the steep incline of the hillside really wasn't helping. She cursed under her breath as she made her way up the thin grassy path, planting one foot in front of the other with purpose and determination. She was so close, she wasn't going to give up now.
Lifting her head, the young woman stared up at the mountain ahead of her. Disappearing off into the distance, the imposing peak stood out amongst the ones surrounding it, the tallest in the mountain range. The grey stone tip had streaks of white snow laying on it, and Samara prayed she wouldn't have to go all the way to the top. After all, no one could possibly live all the way up there, could they?
Continuing up the path, winding her way between green trees and boulders, Samara sighed. At least the place looked nice. Only halfway up the mountainside, trees, and flowers still managed to grow, although not as thickly as they had in the dense forests below. As she'd begun her ascent, holding tight to her walking stick, the young woman had expected the mountain to look far bleaker, but the higher she climbed the more she realized how beautiful it was. This far from civilization, everything seemed much more peaceful.
Fluttering out of the trees to her left, Samara watched as a bluebird flew past her, cheeping out a happy song as it did. She smiled. The hills around her buzzed with the noises of nature, the wind rustling through the trees, the distant sound of a brook bubbling away down the hillside. She understood why someone would choose to live here.
At least, she really hoped he was living out here. Otherwise, this journey would have been completely pointless.
As she continued climbing, her mind wandered back to the reason she'd come out here in the first place. She grimaced as she remembered the look on her parents' faces, the anger in their eyes as she stepped free from the wreckage of the barn. It hadn't been her fault, she didn't mean to destroy it! How was she supposed to know she had magic powers? Or that they'd manifest themselves... then.
Samara felt her cheeks starting to turn red. There were certainly better ways for your parents to meet your new boyfriend than watching him drag himself free of the wreckage of a ruined building, stark naked and screaming about dragons. Luckily, he'd taken off across the fields before her father could wring his neck.
She wasn't surprised that he broke up with her after that. Shooting fire from your hands and bringing a building down on top of someone usually does that to a relationship. At least the sex had been good. Samara grimaced again. Maybe too good, that was the problem.
Growing up, Samara had never been the best-behaved child, always too busy getting herself into trouble to help out around the farm much. The number of times she'd disappeared, leaving her parents sick with worry, only to turn up later that evening with skinned knees and sticks in her hair was too large to count. After a while, her parents stopped even trying to find her at all.
"If you want to get yourself lost in the woods and eaten by wolves, be my guest." Her father had not been a particularly patient man.
And as the years went on, Samara had only gotten worse. As she went through her teenage years, her impulsiveness got her into more scrapes than she dared to remember. By the time she was seventeen, her parents had given up all hope of her ever settling down and finding a respectable job. No-one in the village would take her on as an apprentice, and despite the fact that she was undeniably beautiful, her relationships never seemed to last more than a few wildly-passionate months. Although that had more to do with Samara getting bored than anything else.
Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, the young woman sat herself down on the grass, resting her back against a rock as she closed her eyes, tilting her head up towards the sun. While it was still early spring, the weather had been uncharacteristically good, and as she relaxed, letting the heat of the sun warm her aching body, Samara smiled in contentment.
She'd always been a summer person. There was nothing she loved more than relaxing under the sun, with as much of her body exposed as she could get away with. The belted brown travelling tunic she wore now came down to her mid-thighs, over a pair of tan trousers, and she felt incredibly stuffy, but she decided this really wasn't the time to strip off. After all, she didn't want the sage's first impression of her to be a bad one.
Standing up again, Samara turned back to the mountain. Not much further to go now. She'd already come so far. After the barn incident, her parents had kicked her out, and she'd had to fend for herself. Still reeling from the sudden revelation that she had magic powers, Samara had tried everything she could think of to get them to manifest again. But, try as she might, nothing seemed to work.
While she could occasionally make little things happen, like snuff out a candle or make an apple fall from a tree, she still couldn't figure out how she'd managed to burn down the barn. So, when she'd heard about the hermit who lived on this mountain, blessed with incredible arcane powers, she'd immediately gathered up her meagre belongings and set off for the Eastern Peaks. If anyone could teach her to control her gifts, it would be him.
Following the winding path up the mountainside, weaving between copses of trees as the sounds of nature played around her, Samara eventually came to a plateau. As she got closer, she could see a thin column of smoke rising from over the crest of the rise, and when she finally got there and felt the ground beneath her feet levelling off, she saw a small stone cottage.
Sitting alone in the middle of the plateau, protected on three sides by the walls of the mountain, the little house looked serene, it's chimney giving off the smoke Samara had seen down the path. Moss and ivy covered the walls, and all around it, a garden of wildflowers bloomed, their colourful petals a mix of reds, blues, and yellows. Around the side, Samara could see a vegetable garden, just starting to sprout, along with a log store and an old, broken cart.
It looked absolutely beautiful.
Making her way to the old oak door, Samara took a deep breath and wrapped her knuckles against it. There was no reply. After a few seconds, Samara tried again, knocking a little louder. From inside, she heard the creak of a wooden chair, followed by footsteps, and a bolt being drawn on the other side of the door. With another creak, it opened, and poking his head into the gap, she saw a man.
His face was rugged, a well-kept beard on his chin and short hair on his head, dark brown flecked with streaks of grey around the temples. His eyes were a piercing shade of violet, and as he looked her up and down, Samara felt herself swallow hard. She hadn't expected him to be this good-looking.
