dragon update (this time from an actual dragon)
Title: Ficlet : Miloth
Rating: Not Intended for Children (Adult Language, Sexual Themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: None (Spencer/Bob if you squint)
Warnings: None
Words: 1160
Summary: Miloth cannot fly.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again.
Miloth
~
The stone of Miloth's makeshift weyr is not very warm. She doesn't mind so much in the morning when the sun is shining directly on it, but by late afternoon it has no life left in it at all.
She knows that there is no need to let her hide feed on the heat today, to fend off the cold of between, since they are not permitted to fly at all for a very long time. It has already been many days, and her Penth says that it will be many more.
A dragon must fly. This is why they have wings. She has told Penth this, and he has laughed, with a happy face and a sad heart, and said that she is still a dragon whether they fly today or not.
Miloth does not like it when Penth's words and his feelings do not tell her the same thing. It is like flying through a cloud, and forgetting where the ground is.
She trusts him, though, no matter how confusing things may be, because he is her rider. He is the second heart that beats outside of her body, just as he has been since she came out of her shell. She can remember hearing him before she saw him. She remembers feeling his excitement and his longing, and knowing that she would always be able to be proud of him, and that he would love her as she should be loved. She had known and she had found him, pushing past the others who were in her way. She remembers his delighted surprise.
"Me? Really?"
But of course, you! she had replied. Who else? .
And so he tells her that she is getting better, and that after more days have passed they will be back in their weyr. And she believes him, and she walks with him and does not fly.
There are many things that her Penth explains to her. He is patient. Some of them are very difficult to understand. Like the way that the people here are not like the people at the Weyr, and the way that they have so many customs that bring them pain. She does not understand why they hide their desires and why they consider it rude to be honest, and polite to hide behind fear.
She feels a lot of fear in the people when they are near her, but the fear does not mean that the people show her courtesy. They do not acknowledge her when they pass by. They do not speak to her. But they mutter and whisper to each other. Do they not know that she has ears?
She can Hear whoever she chooses to. Not always in words, but in intent. She knows who is happy and who is sad, and those who are carrying around lies in their hearts.
There are some people who are interesting to Listen to. The healer with the kind heart thinks on many things, and carries her thoughts around with her like rainbows. She is someone who would be able to Hear. She uses her Listening with people who are in pain. Miloth does not know how she does it, but it is a pleasant puzzle to consider through the long afternoons.
The small Master has so many thoughts in his mind that he would not have the space and the quiet to be able to Hear. She still likes him, though, because he is polite, and he cares. One day, Miloth thinks that she may Speak to him. It would be amusing. He desires many experiences in life. Perhaps Hearing a dragon would make him smile.
She Listens to the other one. The one who has no dragon. She can hear him dreaming. He dreams about his Dradineth who is no more, and he dreams about her Penth. Penth kisses him, on the mouth, and all over his body. It is a very good dream.
The sky is almost completely dark now and Miloth is not warm. She wishes to sleep. She longs to be soothed into the deep sleep they both enjoy after her Penth has found release. The rippling echoes of satisfaction and contentment always pulse pleasantly through her mind and body. It is not the same release that they share when she is flying, held in the air by the wings of another, but the bright sparkle of that moment is still good.
It has been a very long time since she had a mate. She remembers that before the day that things broke she had been thinking of Bayth and his fine tail, and how it would feel entwined with hers. Penth says that when her wing is strong again her cycle will continue as it always has and she will be more content. She is sure that if Penth would find a mate it would help her to feel content even if she could not yet fly.
Penth is sitting on his bed on the other side of the wall. If her wing were not broken she could turn around and put an eye up to the window opening and see him. Instead she Listens. He is also lonely and having trouble settling down to sleep. Miloth does not like him to have so much frustration in his body and worry in his mind.
Now Penth is starting to make his body feel good. Miloth is pleased, and Listens more closely. She can feel that the sleeping fur is soft underneath his naked thighs. He is thinking about how his hand feels, squeezing and sliding. It occurs to her that he is trying to not think about another person. Another person in particular. She realises that Penth does not believe that the other one desires him.
It would be impolite of her to tell Penth the things that another has thought or dreamt without them knowing. Miloth is a good dragon, so she does not tell.
She does not tell, but she does imagine Penth kissing this other one. On his mouth and all over his body. And she imagines what he would look like wrapped around her Penth, and how much Penth would enjoy that. She knows that he has seen the images that are in her thoughts, and she is pleased, caught up in Penth's own fantasies. There is an echo of these thoughts as the other one continues to dream. His dream includes the knowledge of Penth as he slides his hand faster and faster, and arches his back, and gasps for breath.
Penth relaxes into the bed, allowing his thoughts to swirl gently around with hers, feeling his climax as it washes back from Miloth and over him like a wave of wellbeing. They will sleep well now.
She is glad that he Heard her. Because Miloth is a good dragon, and the most important thing a dragon can do is make her rider happy.
next
~
Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read through and to barmy_bunk for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Rating: Not Intended for Children (Adult Language, Sexual Themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: None (Spencer/Bob if you squint)
Warnings: None
Words: 1160
Summary: Miloth cannot fly.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: 1. Bob, 2. Spencer, 3. Brendon, 4. Brian, 5. Bob Again, 6. Greta, 7. Spencer Again.
Miloth
~
The stone of Miloth's makeshift weyr is not very warm. She doesn't mind so much in the morning when the sun is shining directly on it, but by late afternoon it has no life left in it at all.
She knows that there is no need to let her hide feed on the heat today, to fend off the cold of between, since they are not permitted to fly at all for a very long time. It has already been many days, and her Penth says that it will be many more.
A dragon must fly. This is why they have wings. She has told Penth this, and he has laughed, with a happy face and a sad heart, and said that she is still a dragon whether they fly today or not.
Miloth does not like it when Penth's words and his feelings do not tell her the same thing. It is like flying through a cloud, and forgetting where the ground is.
She trusts him, though, no matter how confusing things may be, because he is her rider. He is the second heart that beats outside of her body, just as he has been since she came out of her shell. She can remember hearing him before she saw him. She remembers feeling his excitement and his longing, and knowing that she would always be able to be proud of him, and that he would love her as she should be loved. She had known and she had found him, pushing past the others who were in her way. She remembers his delighted surprise.
"Me? Really?"
But of course, you! she had replied. Who else? .
And so he tells her that she is getting better, and that after more days have passed they will be back in their weyr. And she believes him, and she walks with him and does not fly.
There are many things that her Penth explains to her. He is patient. Some of them are very difficult to understand. Like the way that the people here are not like the people at the Weyr, and the way that they have so many customs that bring them pain. She does not understand why they hide their desires and why they consider it rude to be honest, and polite to hide behind fear.
She feels a lot of fear in the people when they are near her, but the fear does not mean that the people show her courtesy. They do not acknowledge her when they pass by. They do not speak to her. But they mutter and whisper to each other. Do they not know that she has ears?
She can Hear whoever she chooses to. Not always in words, but in intent. She knows who is happy and who is sad, and those who are carrying around lies in their hearts.
There are some people who are interesting to Listen to. The healer with the kind heart thinks on many things, and carries her thoughts around with her like rainbows. She is someone who would be able to Hear. She uses her Listening with people who are in pain. Miloth does not know how she does it, but it is a pleasant puzzle to consider through the long afternoons.
The small Master has so many thoughts in his mind that he would not have the space and the quiet to be able to Hear. She still likes him, though, because he is polite, and he cares. One day, Miloth thinks that she may Speak to him. It would be amusing. He desires many experiences in life. Perhaps Hearing a dragon would make him smile.
She Listens to the other one. The one who has no dragon. She can hear him dreaming. He dreams about his Dradineth who is no more, and he dreams about her Penth. Penth kisses him, on the mouth, and all over his body. It is a very good dream.
The sky is almost completely dark now and Miloth is not warm. She wishes to sleep. She longs to be soothed into the deep sleep they both enjoy after her Penth has found release. The rippling echoes of satisfaction and contentment always pulse pleasantly through her mind and body. It is not the same release that they share when she is flying, held in the air by the wings of another, but the bright sparkle of that moment is still good.
It has been a very long time since she had a mate. She remembers that before the day that things broke she had been thinking of Bayth and his fine tail, and how it would feel entwined with hers. Penth says that when her wing is strong again her cycle will continue as it always has and she will be more content. She is sure that if Penth would find a mate it would help her to feel content even if she could not yet fly.
Penth is sitting on his bed on the other side of the wall. If her wing were not broken she could turn around and put an eye up to the window opening and see him. Instead she Listens. He is also lonely and having trouble settling down to sleep. Miloth does not like him to have so much frustration in his body and worry in his mind.
Now Penth is starting to make his body feel good. Miloth is pleased, and Listens more closely. She can feel that the sleeping fur is soft underneath his naked thighs. He is thinking about how his hand feels, squeezing and sliding. It occurs to her that he is trying to not think about another person. Another person in particular. She realises that Penth does not believe that the other one desires him.
It would be impolite of her to tell Penth the things that another has thought or dreamt without them knowing. Miloth is a good dragon, so she does not tell.
She does not tell, but she does imagine Penth kissing this other one. On his mouth and all over his body. And she imagines what he would look like wrapped around her Penth, and how much Penth would enjoy that. She knows that he has seen the images that are in her thoughts, and she is pleased, caught up in Penth's own fantasies. There is an echo of these thoughts as the other one continues to dream. His dream includes the knowledge of Penth as he slides his hand faster and faster, and arches his back, and gasps for breath.
Penth relaxes into the bed, allowing his thoughts to swirl gently around with hers, feeling his climax as it washes back from Miloth and over him like a wave of wellbeing. They will sleep well now.
She is glad that he Heard her. Because Miloth is a good dragon, and the most important thing a dragon can do is make her rider happy.
next
~
Thankyou to maple_mahogany for the read through and to barmy_bunk for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.