Prompting Part XXIV

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[anonymous]

Maryth was flying to the feeding grounds.

“I need to get to her,” he said. turning to run down the passageways, though he knew he wouldn’t get there on time.

Don’t eat,he said to her, as firmly as he could. But her mind was fixed on her prey, she was desperate with hunger. He was with her, flying there above the feeding ground, brilliant and powerful. He was only dimly aware of himself running towards the feeding ground, Sh’lock at his heels. Blood only! he told her. You cannot feed.

She rebelled and plunged down, diving towards the bewildered herdbeast below her, catching it in her talons and bringing her jaws down.

Blood only, Maryth! J’ohn said, forcing her to pull her head away, the hot iron blood coating her tongue.

He looked out through Maryth’s eyes at the dragons around her, and he looked out through his own eyes at Sh’lock.

“You should get out of here,” he said. “I’m not going to be able to hold her much longer.” Sh’lock looked at him, and J’ohn noticed that he was flushed more than usual - just from the running?

“I know,” Sh’lock said, and that was when J’ohn noticed, through Maryth’s eyes, the bronze on the feeding ground with her, blooding its kill.

“Sh’lock?” J’ohn asked. There was no response and he knew that they were not the only riders standing there, and Maryth and Hamith were not the only dragons on that field.

J’ohn’s attention was dragged away as Maryth dropped her head to her kill again and he again had to force her to pull away, taking only blood and no flesh. You need to fly, he told her You cannot feed. You must blood only!

Maryth threw back her head in outrage and bugled her opinion of that, and J’ohn lost all knowledge of himself as she suddenly threw away the carcass she had been tearing at and then, with a flex of her legs and a huge sweep of her wings, she was in flight.

She went up and up, soaring and revelling in the feeling of being so powerful, so very powerful and free. She was miles away from anyone, unfettered, uncontained. She soared and swooped and stretched her wings to their limits and behind her, when she turned her head, she could see the blues and browns, racing after her. But they were not as fast or as skilled as she was. She was leaving them far, far behind. She took an air current upwards.

J’ohn’s mind was filled with Maryth, her freedom, her joy, her amazement. He could feel, as though far away, his own body, and the sensation of skin on skin, but that was secondary.

Maryth stretched out again and turned to look at her pursuers, but, out of nowhere, something caught at her, she struggled, but a neck was twining round her own and she was caught. Snared. Her neck, her wings, her talons, all caught, all held.

J’ohn felt the rush of desire, but forced himself to keep control, desperately holding on to Maryth, even as waves of pleasure came off her, knowing that if he lost his grip now, then it could all be lost forever.

He opened his eyes, still carried on Maryth’s passion. And found himself wrapped around another warm body, sweat coating both of them, a face buried in the crook of his neck, teeth biting into his shoulder. They were moving together and he wasn’t even sure who it was, except that he had the strangest feeling that he did know, had always known, since Maryth had woken up, or maybe since before that. But all his thoughts were carried away as his bond to Maryth echoed back her desire and lust again and he couldn’t help but lose himself in it.