Kadja: Gaining Power 4/4

(MF mast bondage dragon magic)

I pulled agasinst the chains that tied me to the sacrificial altar.  I don’t know if in that moment I wanted to escape, or get closer to the beast that flew above us. I looked up at it is at banked, and flew again across the moon.

At first it was just a pair of wings eclipsing the moon.  It flapped its wings, and dove straight for us.  As it fell, Jayne called out in that strange language and the torches burst into bright white light.  Still it fell toward us faster, and faster.

I tested my chains again, frightened of the collision as it got closer to us.  Suddenly it opened its wings with a snap that immediately slowed its progress.  “Dragon…” I whispered.  It was lovely, huge wings which blocked out all light except from our torches. Copper scales glistened in the white torchlight.  Its body hung between the wings, as if suspended in space above us. It’s head long and square, it’s tail twitching sinuously behind it.  

It settled down on hits hind legs onto the tower in front of me, about ten feet from my spread out legs. It passed it’s head — which was easily half the size of my body — over me.  It’s maw was filled with teeth, and I saw it’s forked tongue as it spoke to my sister.  “This is the sacrifice, then?”  It’s voice rumbled from deep within it’s body.  I could feel its power above me, even as i pulled on the chains for what comfort they could give me for all that they confined me there.

“Yes, Ohlim,” my sister responded.  “This is my sister Kadja.  She wants your help.”

Ohlim turned to me then, the tips of it’s tongue moving over my body.  “You want my help, little thing?”  The tongue tickled and teased me like a lover.  

I took a deep breath and looked it in it’s slit coppery eyes.  I was here for a reason.  “I want my power,” I said. “I cannot feel it.”  

I bit my lip as Ohlim fixed his gaze on me, looking into my soul.  “I can help with that, little Medrhi.  There is a cost, I will want a favor.”  Its tongue slid over my thighs, and up my side, under the chainmail covering my breasts.  The forks of hit tongue played with one nipple. 

This, then, was how I would be beholden.  It had to be worth it.  Anything would be.  I was too aroused to say anything aloud; I could only nod.  That was enough for him, it seemed, and for my sister.

She stepped up behind me, and touched my head to calm me. I took some strength from that.  “Dragons are asexual creatures,” she said.  “They live forever, unlike us.  But they are more than that, right Ohlim?”

I don’t know that I agreed with her. What he was doing with his tongue wasn’t asexual.  But I knew what she meant. It didn’t have the organs or the chakra — while I was both frightened and aroused by what it was doing, for Ohlim it was just an intellectual exercise.

“There is much more to us than it seems,” Ohlim said.  It began to transform above me, shrinking, solidifying, becoming humanoid, becoming decidedly male.  In shape, he was the mirror image of Antonio, but he still gleamed with coppery scales.  “I can transform to look like any human, and it gives the equipment and the chakra I need to help awaken your power,” he said.  “I can look even more human if you like…” he became the spitting image of Antonio for just a moment.  “But then the magic will not work so well.”  

“I think I prefer the scales,” I said. 

Jayne touched either side of my head and spoke again in that indecipherable speech.  She knelt behind me, and kissed the top of my head.  I felt her do something — I’m not sure what, but it was like a spark of electricity going from her lips to my head.  Then she stepped back.

Ohlim stepped forward then, and he stood between my legs at the base of the altar. I could feel him where he touched my legs.He leaned over me, to kiss me and I ran my face over his, feeling his skin. It was suprisingly smooth, despite the scales, supple and easy under my hands. I had thought his skin would be hard and unyielding, but it was anything but.  I pulled against my chains, wanting to touch him, to feel him, and to pull him to me.

His eyes were still draconic, coppery slits, and his lips met mine.  I opened my mouth to him, and our tongues touched, the forked tips of his tongue playing with my normal tongue.  I moaned into it.  I was so ready for him.  

His nails were pointed, like claws, and he gently dragged them over my body while we kissed.  I shivered beneath him, my need rising even higher.  His hands found my breasts, pushing the chainmail up and out of his way.  I moaned into our kiss as he fondled and squeezed my breasts.  

Pain is part of being Medrhi, but the feel of his hands digging into my breasts was exquisite pain. I cried out into our kiss, and he broke it, grinning down at me. He moved down my body, bringing those lips and that tongue to my nipples. First one, then the other. 

I closed my knees around him, but could only just barely touch his body. I wanted him, and wanted him now.  “Oh, Ohlim,” I urged him.  “Fuck me, fuck me now.”  But he wasn’t to be pressured.  He fondled and teased my breasts, squeezing them with his hands and licking my nipples with his tongue, almost bringing me to orgasm just from that.

“Please fuck me, Ohlim. By the gods, fuck me!” He chuckled as I swore, but moved to oblige me.  He pushed my chain loincloth away, and I felt his fingers on my legs.  His nails slid up my thighs, and I shivered in anticipation.  

Finally he was  touching my pussy.  “Wet,” he rumbled, his voice too large for his human-sized body.  “Gooood.”  His fingers lightly touched my clit, and I shuddered with a small orgasm.  It didn’t take much, considering.  “Now you are ready for me.”

I could feel his cock, at the lips of my pussy.  His cock was hard and unyielding, unlike the skin of his face.  That was good. I spread my legs as wide as I could and he thrust fully into me.  I cried out in release as he slid into me with another small orgasm.

He leaned over me then, on hand on the altar, and the other on my left breast.  He began sliding in and out of me then.  He slid all the way out, then all the way back in, the wholeness of his cock filling me completely.  “Feel that,” he rumbled.  “We touch at the root, in a sexual way.  We move together.  Feel the power rising, open yourself to it.”

He fucked me harder then, not pulling out all the way, but still those long sure strokes.  Still that full press into me. I tried to breath, but his hand on my breast made it hard.  He squeezed as he thrust into me, and I thrust back against him.  I listened for my power, I searched for it where we joined.  I wasn’t sure if it was power or building orgasm that I felt, but there was something there.

I pulled at the chains on my arms, trying to get more of him in me, even though there wasn’t any more to have.  He pressed against me then pulled back and thrust again. And again. And again.  Something was building, something deep red and orange a nd yellow and all the colors of the rainbow.  Again and again and he picked up the pace. 

Faster and faster he fucked me and I lay there and let him, meeting his thrusts. The thought I was fucking a dragon flitted across my mind.  The thought of his skin against me, the thought of his hands  holding him.  Hands which seemed more like claws at that moment, one scraping against the stone of the altar, the other with a vice grip around my breast.

His tongue snaked out of him, and touched my nipples.  We were atop the Aerie, light all around us.  Magic filled the air.  Light filled our bodies.  He fucked me harder.  I wondered how many could see, and met his thrusts.

It would be soon now. Very soon.

He pressed harder and harder into me, then he pulled out completely and thrust all the way in, and there he stayed, roaring out in pleasure.  His hand, now a claw on my breast, squeezed in passion. I felt his come fill my pussy, and the world flashed in light.  The torches roared and went out, but still there was light, light of every color even black and white.  

I was coming, and I cried out with a voice I am sure all of Winterhaven could hear.

Ohlim leaped back from me, transforming in an instant from human back to dragon.  I could see its chakras change, the orange, sacral chakra fading into others.  Chakras of colors I couldn’t name bursting into existence. “It is done,” it said, and leaped into the sky, gone as fast as it had arrived.  It flashed in front of the moon again, and I could see how Ohlim’s chakra gleamed in the night.

“I’ve been missing this for so long,” I said.

Jayne came to me, the iron key back in her hand and unlocking me from the altar.  “You’ve got a bit of the indigo, too,” she said. “You’ll be able to see even more now.  I suspected as much — you’ve always had good night vision.”  

She removed the cuffs from my arms, and I sat up, and rubbed my breasts.  My left breast was marked, not with a scar or a tear, but almost a tattoo in the shape of a grasping claw, holding my breast. “Beholden,” I whispered, and my sister looked up at me and nodded. 

“There are worse creatures to be beholden to,” she said, unlocking my ankles.  

I stood up, and adjusted my clothing to be covered again.  My thighs were wet with my own juices and dragon cum, but that didn’t bother me. I touched it with my hands, and felt a thrill pass through me.  I’d fucked a dragon, and I had my power now.

The torches were completely burned away, and all we had was moonlight.  I could hear people moving below us, and see torchlight on the ground.  I walked to the edge and saw a group of guards approaching the gate.  “We have company,” I said.

“Well what we did was neither circumspect nor legal. What did you expect?”

“Illegal?” I asked. Not that the law is so important, but it’s good to know what laws you broke. 

“Ancient magic,” she said. “Generally frowned upon by the Empire. It’s just for nobles, and the rich, you know.”

“We can’t go back the way we came,” I said. “Unless the priests will hide us in the tower.”

“No,” she said. “I sent the apprentices away, they should be long gone now.”

“So we go down the outside?” I said.  I turned to her and grinned. I saw her orange chakra glowing over her womb with a strength that outshone her others.  That was why she was an Erosceror, of course, only now I could see it.

“Yep,” she said. Jayne is much smaller than me, which is good.  We’d done this before but not for years.  I climbed over the side, where the moon’s light would be shadowed. I held there, while she climbed on my back and held on.  

I don’t know if I was just filled with good energy from the sex, or if the carvings on the wall made it easier, but climbing down the tower was easy and fun.  We worked back and forth, hugging the shadowed areas.  With my new vision, it was much easier to see the guards below, and to avoid them.  Trees and rocks still blocked my new vision, but I was hardly complaining. 

The other advantage we had tonight was that the moon was shining on the gates of the tower, so the towers shadow was away from the guards.  We could hear them climbing the stairs, but the outer wall really was faster.  That and we were going down.  Jayne held on and muttered “You don’t want to see us, you don’t want to see us.”  I saw her magic red and luminous envelop us, and for once I really understood what she was doing: she was shaping the desires of those who might see us to not want to see us, so they wouldn’t. 

Not an illusion really, but one more in line with her power.  I was impressed, and remembered all the times she used to do something similar while we lived on the streets.  My sister was more powerful than I had ever known before.  For that matter, so was I.

I dropped us the last few feet to the ground, and we worked our way to the wall around Temple Hill.  That was the trickiest spot, because at the top we couldn’t avoid the city lights.  I boosted Jayne over, and heard her drop to the ground.  After a quick check that no one had seen us, I went next, lifting myself to the top, looking out over the city. 

The new vision blinded me for a moment, the way magic blended in with the whole city.  The city lights, the houses, all the people. I stopped at the top stunned by it all, and heard a guard cry out. “They’re over there.”

“Shit,” I muttered, and leaped over the wall.  Jayne had already started running for a nearby alley, and I followed her.  A quick look back, and there were a handful of guards following us.  “Run!” I urged her.  “Meet you back at the tavern.”   She nodded and took off.  

I turned and waved to the guards, making sure to shimmy in my chainmail bikini, and took a different route. Four of the guards followed me, and only one went down the path Jayne went.  She could handle one easily enough, even though she wasn’t a fighter.

I ran through a few more turnings, losing two of the guards along the way.  The other two were faster, though, and I wouldn’t outrun them.  I dodged into a darkened alley that turned into a dead end.  I could climb out, but not in time to stop the pursuit.  It was time to turn around and face them.

I pulled my daggers, glad I’d brought them along, and watched as their eyes went to my hips.  I grinned at them.  The alley was pretty narrow, and the guards were using the sword-and-shield combo that Antonio favored.  If I could close with one, the other wouldn’t be able to help without endangering his friend. 

I looked my chosen target in the eyes and licked my lips, and I could see sweat on his brow. He lunged at me, and I twirled out of the way, inside his reach. Reversing one of the daggers, I spun behind him, and struck him on the head, knocking him out.

The other guard didn’t wait for me, and was swinging as soon as her friend went down.  I parried with the dagge r, and she knocked me back.  She was much stronger than the first guard.  She grinned as I leaped back.  “Your tricks won’t work on me Medrhi.  I don’t like girls.”

My power was easy to reach, both for movement and seduction.  I let it fill me, and closed with the remaining guard.  “I don’t know,” I said, my voice smooth and rich.  “I might change your mind.”  She swung again, and I parried.  I pushed against her sword, bringing our crossed blades above my cleavage. I shimmied again, putting a bit of power into it.  Her gaze flickered, and I broke the parry, pulling in close to her.

I rubbed my chest against her, spinning around as she tried to step back to get her shield between us.  I danced back and forth letting the lioncloth flap in the breeze, and putting all my power into the movement.  I willed her to want to look, to see what she could see.  Her aura flashed indigo, as her gaze wandered over my body.  I knocked the sword out of her hand, and kicked her in the chin.

I’m not all bad, she got to see my all before she passed out.  Not that it’ll make her like women any more.

Getting back to the tavern was easy at that point.  As would be showing Travia my power. I needed training, as I couldn’t seem to turn off my sight. But like I had assured Jayne, that training would be available to me.  I was already good at what I do, and now I’d be great. Maybe even great enough to get to fuck another dragon.