8 = Dragon Ridden
I got fic-attacked!
Title : Dragon Ridden
Wordcount : 904
Prompts : 71. Dragon Rider & 63. Tattoos
Plot : True friends give the greatest gifts..
Container : kind of a boring one! = Amulet
His hands dragged over the thick corded muscles, rubbing the oil in strained joints and allowing the motions to lull his brain. It had been a hard route to here and the escape from battle cries a wonder, the time to rest was drawing near.
Bren’s hands smoothed along rough scale, followed a thick tail to the narrow point that curved into his easing hands. Wings were next; from wide base to pointed wing tip, lathering the length of the leathery membrane stretched between. He was pushed around and the other wing unfurled for the same treatment. Moving to the neck Bren gave attention to the long graceful arch, feeling the heat and power of the beast as it permitted this service.
He laughed when a heavy head dropped to his level affectionately twitching pointed ears, under the chin and tapping a dry nose. A forked tongue flicked out between fierce curved teeth a predator playing cute. They’d come along way together, the Dragon was by now his closet companion.
The inn was nearby with it’s soft music and hearty fare, coy wenches with their brash laughs eager to tend to one of the notorious Dragon Riders. Time enough tomorrow. The blessed silence of the barn was a haven and snorting at himself Bren chewed some jerky from his pack, throwing down his travel blanket he lay back on the piled straw, the furnace of his beast to warm the night.
Clothes vanished, as they do in the really good dreams. Large hands with strange calluses owned his body. Warm liniment seeped into his aching joints. His feet were worshiped, the arch thumbed and toes rubbed. Strong firm hands massaged his calves drawing groans form his throat as they felt along tightly strung muscles. His wobbling thighs were comforted then the rest of his body explored.
His bum was cupped, a hand sliding to slick up his balls. Thumbs found points at his lower back that caused him to sigh heavy into the straw. His heavy shoulder muscles were pounded, a weight falling to his back so the hands could use pressure to untangle the knots, fingers probing deep and a quick swipe of oil coating down his grateful spine.
Arms stretched above his head, the care continued. Biceps worked and wrists held, fingers melded with his and every knuckle eased with erotic intensity. Limp as a forgotten doll in the straw Bren had no wish or power to protest as those hands lowered to part his bum cheeks, clever fingers scissoring to stretch him wide.
A thick erection sunk into the welcome of his tired body, a deep massage from within that drowned his wits in sensation. Unrushed, the slow steady pace bound them together with gentle rotating hips and hot breath feathering his neck. He was lifted and angled so the thrusts went deeper still and fingers rubbed oil over his pectorals and down his torso.
Bren flung his head back to wallow as one oil covered hand met his erection, moving over the sensitive flesh and gripping as he was rocked into the embrace. Momentum grew as they both rode out the pleasures. Hands encouraging as Bren cried out long and deep, spilling copiously into the straw beneath him, his bodies clenches causing hot seed to fill him and a sharp nick of teeth at his shoulder. A large hand span stretched wide at his hip and stung him briefly, branding him in an intense but fleeting heat.
Exhaustion pulled him under, sleep robbing him of reason as the loving body slipped out and away. Bren woke to find himself naked, wrapped tightly in a soft familiar blanket, his clothes folded neatly to one side.
His dragon was awake watching him with that wise sentient gaze, puffs of warm air raising from his flared nostrils. Bren started and leapt forward to examine the change. The milky amulet that was now centre of the Dragons brow, it swirled under his questing fingertips. The Dragon’s regard never lessening.
Fresh from battle he’d stopped by to see a respected friend. Azre who’d been present when he broke rank to be paired with a Dragon mount. His mentor in many ways; Bren had been honoured if confused to be gifted the amulet, leaving soon after as he’d felt an intruder on the warm love that shone from Azre and his young partner.
A strange wriggling tickle had Bren squirming from his thoughts, ripping up his shirts to spy his bare flesh. Vivid inks twisted around his torso. A proud dragon reared with curling red flames crossing his chest to licking at his further nipple. They faded as he watched, taking the tingle with them, a warm caress flickered under the skin at the base of his spine, the inked dragon slashing it’s tail.
Bren touched the moving ink. Admiring the detail of his new tattoo. He ran an awed hand over the painted scales and saw the beast before him undulate at the touch, warm breath caressing his face. He’d seen such brands on some of the famed Dragon Riders but they were never discussed and the artist never revealed.
Looking hard at his loyal companion Bren chuckled to himself thanking Azre in his mind. Dropping an acknowledging kiss to a lowered scaly brow he smiled, by no means as alone in the world as he’d felt. The Dragon Rider now thoroughly the Dragon Ridden.
Title : Dragon Ridden
Wordcount : 904
Prompts : 71. Dragon Rider & 63. Tattoos
Plot : True friends give the greatest gifts..
Container : kind of a boring one! = Amulet
His hands dragged over the thick corded muscles, rubbing the oil in strained joints and allowing the motions to lull his brain. It had been a hard route to here and the escape from battle cries a wonder, the time to rest was drawing near.
Bren’s hands smoothed along rough scale, followed a thick tail to the narrow point that curved into his easing hands. Wings were next; from wide base to pointed wing tip, lathering the length of the leathery membrane stretched between. He was pushed around and the other wing unfurled for the same treatment. Moving to the neck Bren gave attention to the long graceful arch, feeling the heat and power of the beast as it permitted this service.
He laughed when a heavy head dropped to his level affectionately twitching pointed ears, under the chin and tapping a dry nose. A forked tongue flicked out between fierce curved teeth a predator playing cute. They’d come along way together, the Dragon was by now his closet companion.
The inn was nearby with it’s soft music and hearty fare, coy wenches with their brash laughs eager to tend to one of the notorious Dragon Riders. Time enough tomorrow. The blessed silence of the barn was a haven and snorting at himself Bren chewed some jerky from his pack, throwing down his travel blanket he lay back on the piled straw, the furnace of his beast to warm the night.
Clothes vanished, as they do in the really good dreams. Large hands with strange calluses owned his body. Warm liniment seeped into his aching joints. His feet were worshiped, the arch thumbed and toes rubbed. Strong firm hands massaged his calves drawing groans form his throat as they felt along tightly strung muscles. His wobbling thighs were comforted then the rest of his body explored.
His bum was cupped, a hand sliding to slick up his balls. Thumbs found points at his lower back that caused him to sigh heavy into the straw. His heavy shoulder muscles were pounded, a weight falling to his back so the hands could use pressure to untangle the knots, fingers probing deep and a quick swipe of oil coating down his grateful spine.
Arms stretched above his head, the care continued. Biceps worked and wrists held, fingers melded with his and every knuckle eased with erotic intensity. Limp as a forgotten doll in the straw Bren had no wish or power to protest as those hands lowered to part his bum cheeks, clever fingers scissoring to stretch him wide.
A thick erection sunk into the welcome of his tired body, a deep massage from within that drowned his wits in sensation. Unrushed, the slow steady pace bound them together with gentle rotating hips and hot breath feathering his neck. He was lifted and angled so the thrusts went deeper still and fingers rubbed oil over his pectorals and down his torso.
Bren flung his head back to wallow as one oil covered hand met his erection, moving over the sensitive flesh and gripping as he was rocked into the embrace. Momentum grew as they both rode out the pleasures. Hands encouraging as Bren cried out long and deep, spilling copiously into the straw beneath him, his bodies clenches causing hot seed to fill him and a sharp nick of teeth at his shoulder. A large hand span stretched wide at his hip and stung him briefly, branding him in an intense but fleeting heat.
Exhaustion pulled him under, sleep robbing him of reason as the loving body slipped out and away. Bren woke to find himself naked, wrapped tightly in a soft familiar blanket, his clothes folded neatly to one side.
His dragon was awake watching him with that wise sentient gaze, puffs of warm air raising from his flared nostrils. Bren started and leapt forward to examine the change. The milky amulet that was now centre of the Dragons brow, it swirled under his questing fingertips. The Dragon’s regard never lessening.
Fresh from battle he’d stopped by to see a respected friend. Azre who’d been present when he broke rank to be paired with a Dragon mount. His mentor in many ways; Bren had been honoured if confused to be gifted the amulet, leaving soon after as he’d felt an intruder on the warm love that shone from Azre and his young partner.
A strange wriggling tickle had Bren squirming from his thoughts, ripping up his shirts to spy his bare flesh. Vivid inks twisted around his torso. A proud dragon reared with curling red flames crossing his chest to licking at his further nipple. They faded as he watched, taking the tingle with them, a warm caress flickered under the skin at the base of his spine, the inked dragon slashing it’s tail.
Bren touched the moving ink. Admiring the detail of his new tattoo. He ran an awed hand over the painted scales and saw the beast before him undulate at the touch, warm breath caressing his face. He’d seen such brands on some of the famed Dragon Riders but they were never discussed and the artist never revealed.
Looking hard at his loyal companion Bren chuckled to himself thanking Azre in his mind. Dropping an acknowledging kiss to a lowered scaly brow he smiled, by no means as alone in the world as he’d felt. The Dragon Rider now thoroughly the Dragon Ridden.