I gazed upon my sultry companion as she tightened the cinch of the saddle on her large black mare. Though last night we shared a moment of erotic wildfire, this morning cast a fog of tension between us. Tarakina had said close to nothing since she woke me. We prepared our horses for the next leg of our most unusual journey, a full day of riding.
We were traveling to the Pool of Sahat, in the valley ridge just beyond the western mountains. Tarakina's silence about this place was purposeful, and I did resent that. We should have been excited about visiting the oasis pool of spring water together, but now the thrill of it was swallowed up with feelings of apprehension.
The morning sun had barely crept over the eastern horizon. Behind us was the tribal village we had settled in last night. It was Tarakina's birthplace. A smoldering fire pit still released a billowing pillar of gray smoke into the red horizon, it was the only remnant of a vivid night time celebration for our cause.
I, Tyeson Summit, was born and bred a strapping Burning Plains Ranger. My horse was a sired champion from the Bloodsands Desert, my bow fashioned from the magical driftwood of Mellowhale- and none of these things gave me much comfort. Our relationship was taking a new turn. My life, was taking a new turn with this mysterious girl at my side.
It was her wings.
Tarakina's long blonde hair was braided, but the loose golden strands still contrasted with the black chain-mail riding attire that adorned her curvaceous frame. Other parts of her body were not armored for comfort, and those were fitfully dressed in soft black-forest wolven leathers. She was a sight to behold.
But most amazing of all, she carried two large raven-like wings with onyx feathers on her back from shoulders to calf. They were the most darkly divine part of her. A piece of her I couldn't comprehend until last night. The mysterious element she waved off with a delicate hand if mentioned. On her face a red mask of war paint was still refined around her bright sea-blue eyes. There was no doubt that Tarakina was a wild product of these naturally sorcerous lands.
She peered over in my direction. "Close your mouth when you gawk," she snapped, and her intelligent horse snorted a rude snicker.
My own dark eyes darted away from her, to the rising sun. Frustration fell about me. I was charmed by this woman, but intimidated by her immensely. Her beauty and natural charm made her so enticing; yet her intelligence, power and cunning remarks were absolutely infuriating!
Yet for all of this back talk, her actions said far more. There were moments of extreme vulnerability. Times that usually reared their head against an unthinkable foe, or within the same sleeping bag for warmth on a stormy mountain cliff, or tucked away in the hold of a pirate ship- shackled to each other. We had one of those moments last night. One that could not be denied, for our feelings were just not acted upon by mutual needs. They were professed in this wicked tribalistic way for each other.
Our love was declared at last night's tribal ceremony.
When Tarakina entered the bon-fire's light with nothing more than her majestic wings, painted colors and sweat on her toned nude body, I was left breathless. I had seen her naked before, but here in the element of her tribe she was devastatingly beautiful. A hundred beastly men from her tribe rose to their feet and paid homage to her presence with the beating of drums, sordid chants, and a huge fire that licked the nighttime sky with sparks.
It became instantly apparent to me that the time she had spent with me the past two years any one of these men would have killed for. I knew she was special, what I didn't know was what an honor I beheld in her companionship. For these tribal people worshiped her.
I bowed before her in the warm sand with many others. I too was undressed, as the natives called for all males to be naked in this ceremony and painted as animals of their choice, in hopes to attract her fancy. The midnight blue painted stripes of a desert tiger rippled across my muscular frame.
I knew she would chose me to dance with her in this ceremony, I just didn't know the implications of such a choice. Yet Tarakina made a game of it, prancing around several men- all of which were more than happy to join her, but all of which were left disappointingly turned down. Then finally she demanded my attention with a come-hither toss of her fingers. To step forward to join her within a circle of chanting men and women driven wild by the rhythmic beat of drums, and our behavior.
I felt intoxicated by the hungry depth of her eyes, by the serpentine swaying of her full chest, belly and hips. As I crept forward towards her, my heart pounded. I was charmed by the venerating silhouette of her outstretched raven wings against the dazzling flames that roared behind her. Here, she was a goddess not to be denied.
Tarakina commanded my acceptance to her invitation with the conviction of a venomous snake. How she drew me into her rhythmic sensual dance with slight touches and smiles. With quick turns of her torso that her large wings followed gracefully like a cat. Tarakina gave me ample view of her enticingly voluptuous rump, her hands ran upon her motherly breasts with ravenous need as she stepped in place with the rhythm. She was excited for me, I could see the hardness in her nipples, the moisture clinging to golden hairs of her sex in the heated firelight. Her seduction was enthralling, as my uncovered sex swelled at the sight of her erotic dance and left no doubt to my desire.
For the longest time we stepped heavily around each other in quick circles. My dance was one of strong pursuit like the tiger I was painted to be. Petting, pulling, touching and teasing each other until our embrace was something neither of us would refuse. In a sudden movement she slid into me and hissed. Her soft breasts slick with sweat pressed against my chest. Our audience roared approval. I felt her thighs surround one of my legs as our torso's rubbed against each other needfully. I felt the heated moist mounds of her furry pussy press against me, as well as my monsterous hard-on against the firmness of her belly. We swayed together, entangled like predator and prey. Her mouth opened eagerly and pressed to mine- I tasted something on her tongue, something sour and sweet at the same time. Colors and light flashed before my eyes-
I sunk into a heated vision. The dream of a large black dragon encircling around me. It constricted around my torso to squeeze my arms into my still naked body. I struggled in vane. I was helpless in the serpent's deadly embrace. Above me lingered the enormous head of my captor. I knew from the great horns on his head, it was Sias the Black. The serpent who laid claim to these lands a hundred years ago. His giant serpentine head drew close and examined it's prey with unblinking sea-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. He spoke in a hiss that blew my hair back with hot breath, green venom dripped from his large ebony fangs. "My daughter is ensssnared by your noble heart, and thisss I am pleasssed. For othersss have been here and failed the test of sssincerity. She lovesss you, young ranger; but beware! For my daughter'sss love can be very consssuming!" And then my sight was thrown back to her with a resounding rush of heat over my body.
Tarakina's legs hiked up one at a time slowly above my hips and wrapped around my waist tightly, tearing my vision back to our fiery dance. I felt light headed and weak. She kissed me heavily, but I was too dazed to reply. She enticed the head of my hardened desire to push into the lips of her sex, by squeezing her muscular legs around me. How I wanted to plunge myself into her wetness, but I felt dizzy and suddenly stumbled backwards into the soft sand, with her atop of me. The audience cheered as she fell astride my hips, lowering her full breasts upon my chest! She laughed again and kissed me hungrily. She then stopped and whispered wickedly into my ear, "Breath. Concentrate on me. I will fill your every need."
Tarakina's wings spread onto the ground on either side of us, giving us a strange sort of intimate shelter from our onlookers. I heard her whisper ancient words into my ear, a spell of silence. The sounds of the tribe faded around us mysteriously. My hands went to the small of her back and encouraged my penetration into her nectar drenched flower. "That's it," she hissed eagerly, her voice was loud and in my head. Slowly I felt my solid sex slither into the hot, whet confines of her pussy as she eased herself back. "You're so hot inside," I whispered. She nodded while biting her lip as she took me in. "I want you to cum in me," she whispered as the head of my sex pressed against her cervix, the initial copulation completed with my hardened sex sinking fully into her tight wet grasp. I licked the salty sweat from her neck and growled, "I'm going to fill your belly with my young." Tarakina bucked downwards with feral ambition to get me deeper into her. I thrust upwards with unbridled abandon as my hands slid downwards to her ass, grasping her fleshy cheeks to control the rhythm of her wild humping. The rush of blood, the slight licking sounds of the efforts of our sex, the suckling kisses from our mouths, the carnal grunting breaths, and beating of our hearts filled my ears, all else was magically lost.
